#this is perfect actually. i’ll watch it every day for the rest of forever
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I NEED a part 3 of the step-cest one like the cliffhanger omgg ✋😭
left me wanting more 😖
Here ya go! :)
Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 3
This contains SMUT - Minors DNI
Part 1, Part 2
Summary: Ethan has more creative ways to sneak around with you
A/N: I got so many requests for this within the last 24 hours. I hope y'all like it, and if you want me to write more for it, let me know!
You were almost asleep when you heard your phone vibrate on the nightstand beside you. You checked it, curious to see who would be texting you at almost midnight. You smiled when your eyes adjusted and saw Ethan’s name.
Ethan: You still up?
You: I was almost asleep, but someone decided to text me🙄
Ethan: I’m sorry, I’ll let you get some rest, but I wanted to show you something😏
You waited as you stared at the screen, seeing a video pop up. You clicked on it to see Ethan shirtless with his pants halfway down his thighs and his hard cock in his hand. He was quietly moaning your name as he stroked it, before his bottom lip went in between his teeth to keep himself quiet when his whimpers got louder. His tip was red as his precum was leaking out, his hand movements speeding up because he was so needy. Within seconds, his head fell back as his cum shot out, all over his abs.
You were salivating at the video, wanting nothing more than to be with him.
You: I wish that camera wasn’t in the hallway. I’d lick that cum off you👅
Ethan: Fuck I wish you could
You: Why’d you have to send that to me? I’m so wet right now
Ethan: I didn’t get to cum earlier, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing your pussy feels
You: What’s this plan you have? Because I don’t know how to not have you in my bed with me
Ethan: I’ll tell you tomorrow, baby. Get some sleep.😘
You: Goodnight
It took you forever to fall asleep as the thoughts of Ethan ran though your mind. You couldn’t believe how crazy the day was. You couldn’t believe you got caught. But the one thing you really couldn’t believe was that your mom and Wayne separating meant you actually had a chance with Ethan.
The next morning, your mom walked into your room to wake you up. You hadn’t spoken to her since she mentioned wanting to install the cameras, and you hated that she no longer trusted you.
“Good morning,” she said, opening the curtains to let the sunlight pour in.
“Ughhh,” you groaned out, the exhaustion from only a few hours of sleep made you pull the comforter over your head.
“You need to get up. I want to discuss a few things with you before I leave,” she said, taking a seat at the foot of your bed.
You pulled the comforter off your head, your tired eyes meeting hers.
“I’ll get a notification every time there’s movement in front of the cameras. Don’t think I won’t be watching. If I see anything happening that I shouldn’t be, you’re going to stay with your dad until Ethan and Wayne move out,” her tone was stern, and it took everything in you to not roll your eyes.
“Why is it that the second you find out I’m not perfect, you think I can’t be trusted?” you asked, genuinely curious.
She sighed, not knowing how to answer your question.
“I graduated with honors, I got early acceptance into college, and I do everything you ask of me. I just don’t get it,” you said, sitting up. “I know that wasn’t something you wanted to see, but if you and Wayne are separating, why is it a big deal?”
“It’s a big deal because right now, he’s still your stepbrother. You’re under the same roof. I just can’t trust you around him. All the teenage hormones are obviously too much for the two of you,” she said, standing up to leave. “I’m sorry you feel like your privacy has been stripped away, but it’s the only way I feel comfortable leaving you here with him and not sending you to your dads house two hours away from here.”
She closed the door behind her as she walked out. You threw your pillow at the door, the soft sound it made when it hit the floor very unsatisfying.
“Fuck,” you said, grabbing your phone. You saw a text from Ethan.
Ethan: Good morning, beautiful. I’m going to make you breakfast. Come to the kitchen in 20.😊
You: I didn’t know you could cook🧐
Ethan: There’s a lot of things you still need to know about me
You smiled as you locked your phone, deciding to get up to shower. You couldn’t shake the creepy feeling of the cameras, so you looked all around the bathroom, making sure there wasn’t one in there before shedding your clothes.
You looked over your tired appearance in the mirror, hoping the shower would help. You cut the water on, noticing that it wasn’t getting very hot. You assumed it was from everyone else showering before you, so you decided to make it quick. As you tried to wash the shampoo out of your hair, the water turned ice cold. You squealed at the sudden temperature change, your teeth starting to chatter as you hurried through the rest of your shower faster than you thought was possible.
After you got out, you saw a text pop up from your mom.
Mom: If you’re showering, don’t walk out in a towel. Put your robe on.
You rolled your eyes as you dried off, still freezing from the cold shower. You put your robe on, stopping to do a spin in the hallway for your mother that seems to be watching your every move, before going to your room to get dressed.
When you walked towards the kitchen, the delicious aroma of what Ethan was making made your mouth water. You walked up beside him as he stood in front of the stove, wanting so badly to hug him. You looked behind you to see the camera on the wall.
“I feel like a prisoner,” you whispered, as Ethan started to laugh.
“The good news is, I disabled the audio. They can’t hear anything we talk about,” he said, placing a pancake onto the small stack he’d already made.
“Aren’t they going to notice?” you asked, speaking at a normal volume.
“No, I told dad to tell your mom that it doesn’t record audio. He doesn’t see the point in them knowing what we talk about,” he let out a small laugh as he spoke.
“You should’ve heard the awkward conversation I had to have this morning. If we get caught doing anything, I have to go live with my dad until you move out.”
Ethan started to laugh again as you cocked your eyebrow at him.
“I wonder if your mom realizes you’re two windows down from me. This is a one-story house,” he said, smiling.
“So that’s your plan? You’re going to get into my room from the outside?” you smirked, as he carried the stack of pancakes over to the table he set for the two of you.
“Yep. She’ll never know.”
After breakfast, that’s what he did. He went to his room a few minutes before you went to yours, hoping that it would seem a little less obvious. The last thing he wanted was for your mom to get suspicious. You opened your window, your head hanging out as you watched Ethan jump out of his. He walked over to you, placing a kiss to your lips before climbing in.
“Hey,” he said, wrapping his arms around you as you stood in front of him.
“Hi,” you said, as you nuzzled into his chest.
He held you there for a while, not wanting to let you go.
“You look so beautiful today,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Yeah, the whole ‘no makeup, damp hair, after an ice-cold shower’ thing really makes me feel attractive,” you joked, finally pulling away from him to lead him towards your bed.
“You’re always beautiful,” he said, sighing as he relaxed on your bed. “Come here, baby.”
You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as the two of you cuddled in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. His hand rubbed against your back as you started to doze off.
After a couple hours, you woke up to your phone ringing. You smiled as you looked at Ethan, his eyes dazed as he tried to wake up too.
“Fuck, it’s my mom. Be quiet,” you said, as he laughed a little. “I’m serious!”
Your eyes were staring him down as he watched you answer the call, a smirk playing on his lips as he got in between your legs.
“Hello?” you answered, as his hands started to run up your thighs.
“Hey, just wanted to check in on you and see how you were doing,” she said, as you heard her eating her lunch.
“I’m not with Ethan if that’s why you’re asking,” you mumbled, your eyes going wide as his hands slid under the waistband of your leggings. He slowly slid them, along with your panties down your thighs, his eyes looking into yours as he smiled.
“I know you’re not. I’ve had the camera app pulled up at my desk all day,” she said, as Ethan started to place open-mouthed kisses up your legs, starting at your ankles.
“Well, I’m trying to watch a movie, can we talk when you get home?” you asked, as his mouth started to reach your inner thighs.
“No, I wanted to talk. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you asked me this morning about not trusting you,” she sighed, as your bottom lip went in between your teeth. When Ethan’s eyes met yours, he raised up to mouth ‘Be quiet’. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he leaned back down, gently licking your clit.
“Are you there?” your mom asked.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. This movie is just really good,” you said, your hand tangling in Ethan’s hair.
“Okay, maybe we should just talk later, then. My lunch is almost over, anyway,” she said, as Ethan’s tongue started to move faster against you.
“Okay, love you,” you said, your voice sounding a little strained.
“Are you okay?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
“Yeah, it’s a scary movie,” you said, trying to pull it together long enough to get her to hang up.
“Oh, okay. I’ll be home in a few hours. Love you, too,” she said, before you heard the beeping that the call had ended.
You let out all the whimpers you had to keep deep inside of you as you locked your phone, your hands lightly tugging at his hair.
“Oh fuck,” you mewled, as you felt one of his fingers slip inside of you. He soon added another one, angling them just right to hit the spot you needed him to. “Right there, baby.”
His fingers started to press harder into that spot, as the sounds of your moans and wetness echoing off the walls. He looked up to see your lip between your teeth again, your moans muffled as your eyebrows knitted together. Over the last few days, he’s taken in what all of your facial expressions mean during sex. He knew your current one meant that you were getting close. Well, that and the tightening grip on his hair.
He groaned against your clit at the feeling, your hips starting to shake at the vibrations. He started to hum against you as your hips moved against his mouth and fingers.
“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned out, your core spasming around his fingers.
His movements slowed down as he worked you through it, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. He placed one last lick to your clit, before crawling back up to lay on the bed beside you.
“Why did you do that?” you asked, your breathing still irregular.
He laughed as his hand ran up your arm.
“I think I have a new kink,” he said, looking over to you. “There’s just something so hot about the idea of getting caught.”
You playfully smacked his chest as he faked hurt.
“Hey, you liked it, though!” he uttered, defending his actions.
“You just wait until it’s your dad calling one day to check on you,” you smirked, as your hand ran over the hard cock in his jeans.
He pulled your hand away, lacing your fingers with his. You gave him a confused look as he smiled at you.
“I don’t want you to think the only thing I care about is fucking you. You’re way more than that,” he said, “As bad as I want it, making you cum is all I needed.”
You smiled at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips.
“So are you just going to hold out until later tonight and send me another video?” you joked, laying your head back on his chest.
“You have no idea how many nights I’ve jerked off thinking about you,” he said, his hand moving to your hair.
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fun fact i actually did write this on valentine’s day so just ignore how late it is and eat up ily all <3 könig nsfw!!
“So perfect,” he groaned deeply in your ear, though still with the desperation of a tired working man that drove you wild. Your body was slack against his brooding frame, on his lap and legs spread in front of you while he loomed behind you, supporting your exhausted, finger-fucked out form. With your head tucked under his chin, eyes closed, the side of your face on his chest like you were embracing the last man on Earth.
He remained fully clothed while you had abandoned all but your white and pink-accented panties of which his hand was down, the thin necklace that had a small, pink heart he had gotten you for Valentine’s Day resting so delicately on your collarbone. Your sundress was discarded somewhere on the floor near you, one of his favorites you wore to dinner. His other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up and palm massaging at your tits, and you had both hands clung to it in an attempt to fight the overwhelming sense of it all, nails digging into his exposed forearm in the way he loved most.
A tall mirror in front of you so you could watch yourself unravel, watch the man who was doing it to you. Who had suggested it in the first place was something you had already forgotten, but the words and excitement in his voice for you to finally be able to see, understand just how gorgeous you were when you made love, will forever be engraved in your brain. The flowers he surprised you with were visible on the nightstand in the back, as well as the box of chocolates you had already gotten into; it was cliche as hell, and he knew it, but you adored it more than anything. Floor-to-ceiling glass behind you overlooking the bright, lively city that contrasted with the pitched, starry night. Like a scene straight from a favorite romance film.
Your breathing was erratic, in and out through your agape mouth almost like you were deprived beforehand. His broad shoulders engulfed your smaller figure, consuming and guarding like a predator's freshly-caught prey, except the loving dynamic was nothing of the sort. He’d always protect you, he’d always keep you safe no matter the circumstances.
“You’re doing so good, my darling- scheisse, do you see yourself? Right there in the mirror? Such a beautiful sight, yes? It’s like you were made for me, Angel.”
Between his words, he brought his hand up under your chin to turn you, to fix your eyes on the mirror in front of you, before returning to your belly.
There was definitely something about it you couldn’t ignore, that made the experience all the more intimate. He would worship you like a goddess and treat you as such in every pathway of life, and while you didn���t quite understand the reasoning for his strong aptitude in it, you happily gave yourself to him every time nonetheless. Two fingers buried in your cunt while the heel of his palm provided friction to your clit in all the ways you needed the most, every once in a while your hips bucking up to chase his hand, though to no avail with the gentle strength and grip he had on you.
“König, baby—please, I’m gonna—…m’fuck fuck fuck!”
“It’s okay, my love, you don’t have to beg. You know I’ll give you anything you want. Can you do the same for me, Hase? Can you cum on my fingers for me?”
You bit down on your bottom lip and locked eyes with his through the mirror, glassy and big and his filled with lust and drunkenness. Nodding frantically before your lids were forced shut again, you did your best in relaxing your body, having not even noticed when you tried to push further back into his body. His big and dangerously comfortable, warm body that he graciously offered to you every night since you first met.
“That’s right, Hase. My best girl, always so perfect, so pretty like this. Let go, for me. Just like that…wunderschön, my love…it’s absolutely perfect. My little showstopper, eh, always so cute.”
You braced onto his arms and came hard with a long moan, followed by a string of swears directed at nothing and nobody. You grit your teeth as the pressure in your lower belly shot directly to your head and refused to dissipate. Breathing with long-lost rhythm, the skin on your face felt ten-times heavier, and you slumped back impossibly closer against his shoulder.
He cooed you through your high with continued, light pressure from his fingers and small praises against your scalp, peppering kisses between almost every word. You tried to catch your breath as he held you, then kissing every square inch of your hot neck and face. You’d be squirming and giggling in his arms, pushing him away and maybe even fighting back in a ticklish fit if you weren’t so fucked out and exhausted from his treatment. You almost did fall asleep in his hold, interrupted by his
“Did that feel good, my love? Can you do another for me, sweetheart? Please? Just one more and we can rest, I promise. We will sleep in as late as you like, and I will bring you breakfast in bed. I will make your favorite. Would you like that, meine Perle?”
He assigned you practically every petname in the book, and each gave you that all familiar fuzzy feeling in your heart and gut. You’d hope you never get used to it, because it’s just so sweet it’s damn-near tooth rotting.
“God, you…always take…such good care of me,” you managed to get out, smiling and turning your head to see him with doe eyes and without the help of the mirror. You took a hand and brought it to his farthest cheek, leaning up to kiss the bump of his jaw the best you could with the awkward angle and your weakened, trembling limbs you could only blame him for. “But I don't know if I’ve got another one in me, König... You said the same thing last time,” you breathily laughed.
He melted at your words, very noticeably so, and your smile drove him even further insane. He pulled you tighter to him, like how he does each time he makes a vow to never leave you hungry or broken for more.
“I know, I’m sorry, my love. I just can’t get enough of you.”
He thought you somehow became prettier with each time you came on his fingers, or his mouth or thigh. On his cock, even your own hand as he watched—with every second that passed of you being louder, whinier, and downright messy, he never wanted it to end. And you made him feel pretty, and worth something, just by being next to him, being on him. You lost in your pleasure, and him lost in yours as well. He got drunk off every moment he spent with you because—well, why him? What did he do to deserve you, your ravishing body and clever mind and beyond ethereal company? It spun his head around, and in the best possible way because your reassurance was all he lived for, and he wanted to be sure to return the gift in full.
“I mean—…what about you? I wanna make you feel good, too,” you pouted. You really mean it; you’ve been waiting all day for your chance. He looks at you with utter love and adoration, and you the same to him.
“Oh, trust me, my dear. You do plenty,” he returned with a gentle kiss to your temple, holding your gaze through the mirror. He spoke so nonchalantly for a man who just tore through you and turned your brain to thoughtless mush several times like it was nothing. Like it was just another activity, another hobby of his that granted him unending and radiating joy. “Your pleasure is mine.” He takes your hand in his, an overbearing difference in size having you dizzy once again, and he kisses your knuckles. “You know that, don’t you?”
You could never bring yourself to deny him or what he wants.
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Negan x Gn!Reader
No apocalypse AU
Summary: Fluff post, Negan and Reader just having a nice day together, loving each other, and making Christmas cookies in the end.
Warning: very little swearing, a lot of physical contact (no smut), no specific gender for this fic!
A/N: Okay first time writing a one shot.. If this ends up bad, or that you guys don’t like my writing style i’ll probably go back to just prompt writing, which after writing this.. i’ll most likely not have the motivation to write a new one right away anyways. It took forever for me to even think of something to write. I don’t think i like this myself, but Enjoy and please give feedback/ask me for anything you’d want to see me write!
It was early in the morning and your alarm had just woken you up. Christmas was around the corner and recently you and your boyfriend Negan had been doing many Christmas activities together. He stayed the night last night after you watched a movie together. You had a plan of another Christmas activity but it required you to go out, and you didn’t feel like it.
Negan was still asleep next to you, he doesn’t wake up from an alarm so you have the opportunity to admire him. His soft expression when he’s asleep, his sunken in dimples that are unintentional, and somewhat hidden by his beard, his salt and pepper beard making him just that much more handsome, his slick back hair that is fluffier when he sleeps, he looks perfect under the morning light. You didn’t want to take your eyes off him. Him being yours doesn’t make sense, although he reassures you everyday that he wants you.
You forced yourself off the bed, careful to not wake him up. You began to get ready, a shower, new clothes, and making breakfast. You were making eggs and was going to wake up Negan when they were ready. As you were standing in front of the stove cooking, you hadn’t heard him until he wrapped his arms around your waist and his head found its way to the crook of your neck. Faint kisses were felt from where his face hid.
“Look who’s finally up.” You spoke with a smile on your face, enjoying his now woken presence and making sure to still watch over the food. His hands slowly rubbed over your waist and he looked down at the food, resting his chin on your shoulder now.
“Morning.” Negan said in his morning voice, you love when he sounded like this. Both of you having a smile on your face just from the mere contact of eachother. Having to break away from his embrace to put the food on two separate plates, although once you sat down the food onto the plate, and the utensil down in the sink, he came over and picked you up by your waist, which then had you letting out a gasp and swatting at his arm while laughing. “What’s the magic words!” He said with the widest smile he could possibly have, holding onto your waist as best as possible to make sure you wouldn’t actually get hurt, your squirming not helping his grip. Laughter filling the air from both ends.
“I love you?” You answered back in between laughs, as you looked over your shoulder at him. His smile increasing when you said it, he then set you down on the ground but didn’t let go of your waist. He held you close while peppering your neck with kisses. You loved how much physical affection he gave, it was a spotlight everyday with him.
“I love you so much more.” He spoke in between the kisses to your neck, which had gotten closer to your jawline. He had to one up you every time you said those three little words. If you didn’t know better you’d say it was his favorite thing to do. You flip around in his embrace so you’re facing him, his hands finding their way to the sides of your waist yet again. Bringing your forehead against his as your arms wrapped over his shoulders. “God, you couldn’t get more beautiful.. could you?” He spoke in a tone just above a whisper, tracing his hands lightly over your waist. The food you made almost completely discarded because of each other. His words causing such a nice feeling in your heart that made your cheeks warm. If it weren’t for him holding you, your knees would be weak.
You lean in for a kiss, which he had returned. The kiss was slow, but passionately gentle, this man was perfect. You could never get enough of him, he was so special in every way. Pulling away from the kiss to finally answer, but getting distracted by his beautiful brown eyes looking into your own eyes with such care and love. “I could say the same to you.. you couldn’t get more handsome.” You spoke with a huff of a laugh after it when he kissed your nose. “You’re already too pretty as is.” You continued as he peppered more kisses, onto your cheeks, nose, forehead, soft laughter escaping from his beard tickling your face, before his lips finally closed in on yours once again. You couldn’t automatically kiss him back as you were smiling. Although, not a very long kiss anyways as he pulled away to just admire you. Your smile is so wide when you’re around him that your cheeks always hurt.
Grabbing his hand to finally grab the previously discarded food. Holding his hand the entire way to the dining table. You had sat next to each other with him on your left, his hand still clasped with yours, which had made it hard for him to eat since he wasn’t a lefty. You spoke about whatever, small talks and other plans for Christmas as you ate. You could never get used to how magical this man was, the way his voice sounds, his eyes that always knew the right way to look at you to make you fall in love with him all over again, his embrace anytime he held your hand, or waist, or pulled you into a hug. He went out of his way to admire you in every way he possibly could.
He stood up, placing a kiss on your cheek and letting your hands fall from each other’s constraint. “You always make the best breakfast.” He says before grabbing your also empty plate and bringing it to the kitchen sink, rinsing it off and setting it down. You couldn’t help but admire him yet again. His eyes looked back to find you staring, which caused him to laugh. “You’re staring Darlin’.” He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, returning the admiration in his look, like the way you looked at him.
Your cheeks flush over and you lean back in your chair. “I can’t help it.. I have the best boyfriend.” This caused his dimples to sink in more, you love his dimples. You stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever, until he pushed himself off the counter and walked over to where you sat in the chair, putting his arms around your shoulders. Your hands automatically moved to hold his forearms. He kissed your head before letting his cheek rest against the side of your head. You couldn’t help but be in awe anytime this man showed you the slightest amount of attention. “Hey Negan?” You spoke up, slightly turning to look at his face, which he had returned by looking at you as well.
“Yesss?” He drew out his word, smiling happily to himself. You knew how much Christmas meant to him, it was one of his favorite holidays. You know he likes tradition and you don’t want him to get upset that you don't want to do the plan today.
You decided it would be best to just get it out there. “I don’t feel like going out.. Can we just stay in today?” You watched his reaction closely, but surprisingly he didn't look upset. He did however close his eyes and let out a sigh. His grip around your shoulders tightened and he brought you closer to him.
“One of those days, doll?” He asked and kissed your head, you nodded as a response. You could tell he cared about you, since he automatically began to place kiss after kiss onto your head, his arms squeezing around you. He wasn't the best with words so he showed his love with physical love. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek and looked into your eyes again.
“No, I’m sorry.. I know how much you love Christmas traditions.” You placed your hand on his cheek, and slowly caressed it. “I know you had a plan for today..” Whispering out your words and looking into his eyes with a sad, soft expression. He leaned in giving a small kiss, almost to shush you. You felt guilty, but why not do something productive while staying at home. “I know we planned this for when it's closer to Christmas.. But what if we made cookies today?” You smiled at him, which he reluctantly returned. God his dimples.
He seemed happy as soon as you offered, he wanted to jump up and do it right now, but it was way too early. “Of course!” His voice full of excitement, he really does love Christmas, “I’m so fuckin’ glad you’re still up to do something while we’re home!” He kissed your cheek, getting a laugh out of you.
The day was spent like most days, You both didn’t have to work though, since you both were gratefully given time off for the holidays. Most of today was spent relaxing, and having a little fun with each other by playing games, board games and online games. You were a video game couple for sure. By the time you had gotten bored of the game you were playing it was around dinner time, which is obviously before baking.
You got up from your spot on the couch, or gaming lounge as you call it, to get Negan to help with dinner. Spaghetti, your favorite. He made the sauce and you made the noodles, always the same arrangement. Both of you were cheesy when it came to spaghetti and did the arm link when taking your first bite. He would always tease you when you get sauce on your face, because for some reason, even when you’re careful, you’ve always been a messy eater. The same as breakfast, Negan got up to put both plates, and utensils in the sink.
“You ready for cookies?” Negan asks with a bright smile. Walking over to grab both your hands too lead you to the kitchen. He always gets so excited about baking, but it just makes his personality more attractive. “You get to choose the kind this time. Chocolate chip, or actual Christmas cookies?” His hands found their way to your waist as you both stood in the kitchen once again.
“I think I'm in the mood for..” you paused to think for a few minutes. “Actual Christmas cookies!” You returned the smile, placing a kiss on his cheek. Once confirmed he rushed into the pantry to get ahold of the items to bake. Setting them down on the countertop. You had taken out your phone and opened google. “I’ll get the recipe.” You typed up the recipe and kept it open to bake.
Setting your phone on the countertop near the baking ingredients, you went to grab the bowls, spoons, and other items for baking. Negan started reading off the ingredients and you had made sure that you had it all. Once you knew that you were all set you started. You put in the dry ingredients while Negan had his own bowl for the wet ingredients. You looked over at him, he had messy hands and a look of concentration on his face, your heart fluttered just from the sight of him. He’s so handsome doing the most simple tasks, how did you get so lucky. You were admiring him, and accidentally leaned onto the counter which led to you knocking over the flour bag onto yourself. Your clothes now all flour-y looking down with a sigh. Negan saw and he started laughing, getting distracted from baking. His laughter filled the room, but you weren’t complaining. You picked up the bag and threw some at him. He stopped laughing for a few seconds until you looked at each other, causing you both to laugh.
“You little asshole!” He said in between laughs. He then ran over to you, causing you to run away. The island counter makes it easy to run around in circles without being caught. You both had a devilish grin while running, he bolted for you and you tried to run, but he grabbed your waist and brought you into the air. “Got you!” His voice full of excitement, as he sat you down onto the counter he looked at you with his hands on your thighs. His beautiful brown eyes connecting with yours. His expression is full of love. You leaned in and gave him a kiss, the same slow but passionate kiss that you both seemed to love. He didn’t refuse and kissed you back.
The kiss lasted a few moments before you pulled away. “Okay as much as i love kissing you.. we have to finish the cookies.” You fake pouted with your hand on his cheek. He kissed your cheek one last time before helping you off the island counter and over to the discarded baking stuff. Your clothes, and now his clothes covered in flour, which will be a pain for when you have to wash them, but the memory is worth it. He finished his mix first and you finished yours shortly after. He grabbed your waist from behind like usual as you put the wet and dry ingredients together. You leaned back into him and his hands made small shapes on your waist. You kissed his cheek before returning back to the unfinished cookies. He took a few steps away and it caused you to look back over at him. He quickly found what he was looking for, baking trays, and set it down.
Almost as soon as you finished mixing he grabbed the bowl with the dough, and the flour, racing away from you. You followed him into the dining room which he had set down the stuff and was about to put some flour on the table so we could roll the dough. Negan was getting ready to sift the flour while you went to grab the other needed stuff, the rolling pin, cookie cutters, and the baking tray from earlier. Once you returned He was already spreading the flour around, and he looked up at you with a wide smile. “You’re so beautiful.” He spoke to you, you smiled wide in return.
“You’re so handsome.” Complimenting him back as you set down the stuff near the other end of the table, so it doesn’t get too messy. “Do we plan on decorating them after we bake them?” You look down at the flour, which was slowly disappearing as Negan had put the dough on the table and started to roll it flat.
He looked concentrated, until he looked up at you. “hmm.. I know we still have some time before Christmas and we know how fast we’ll probably go through them..” He looked back down to finish rolling the dough. “We probably could, just if we really wanted to decorate them for Christmas day.. probably don’t go all out for them.” You could tell he was thinking hard about it, but more than likely you won’t decorate them at all and just grab them on the go. As he finally had the dough laid flat, you grabbed the cookies cutters and set them next to it.
Negan and you were cutting the cookies with the cookie cutters. Reindeer, mittens, snowflakes, bells, Christmas presents, angels, and gingerbread men, were all the shapes that you had. You both had favorite cookie cutters, Negan seemed to favorite the gingerbread men, and you favorited the reindeer. This whole process was relatively simple and quiet, just enjoying the tradition with each other. There were times when you’d just look at each other with wide smiles while doing it.
Negan had left for a few minutes, saying he wanted to find something. Obviously you didn’t know what, he wouldn’t tell you either, so you stayed by the Christmas cookies, that had been put on the tray ready for the oven. When Negan finally returned, you weren’t looking at him. It gave him the opportunity to scare you, which no doubt he took. Gently grabbing your shoulders and like his plan, you jumped. Swatting his arm when you turned to face him. You didn’t know what it was he went to grab until he lifted his hand over the both of you with a mistletoe in his hand. “We haven’t kissed in so long.” He extended the word ‘so’ like you hadn’t kissed in years, although you kissed today.
“You don’t need to bring out the mistletoe when you want to kiss.” You sighed, but puts your hands on his cheeks and leaned in to kiss him. His hands held your waist and he pulled your close. The kiss lasted a minute or so until you pulled away. “Just ask for a kiss next time you goof.” You smiled, so he smiled back.
“Can we kiss again?” He licked his lips and when you shook your head he fake pouted, and furrowed his eyebrows. “Why the fuck not? you said ask.” He didn’t sound mad, he seemed more upset.
You softly laughed at his facial expressions and caressed his cheek. “I’ll give you all the kisses you want… as soon as the cookies are in the oven.” He had rolled his eyes at your statement and quickly turned away to grab the trays and put it in the oven. He opened the oven and slid the trays into it, and after he closed it he put on a timer. He eagerly made his way back over to you and pulled you close.
“How about nowwwww?” He gave you puppy dog eyes, which made you adore him just that much more. You leaned up and kissed him again. He quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. Your arms found their way around his neck. You and Negan both enjoy this. For once he’s the one to pull away. “Your lips are an addiction.” He bit his lip looking at yours yet again.
You looked down and back up with a smile on your face. “Yeah? Then you’re my little addict.” You kissed his cheek, and you could faintly see the blush creep onto his face. You’re usually the one who gets embarrassed or flustered, but when Negan does it makes you sure, that you’re absolutely in love. “I’m glad I can spend my holiday with you, and i’m even more glad that you’re mine.” You spoke with you heart.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re in my life, where i can hold you, kiss you, and love you.” He spoke back and pulled you into a hug. You both just stayed there together in the hug, a smile on both your faces. Losing track about how much time is actually wasted, until the oven timer starts to go off. Causing a sigh from both of you. “I’m cuddling you again tonight.” He spoke while leaving your embrace.
You followed anyways, “I’m okay with that.” You smiled and watched him slide on a glove to take the trays out, making sure they’re fully cooked as he then set them on the top of the oven. “They smell so good..” You smelled the air, you loved the way Christmas cookies smelled.
He looked over at you with a smile. “If you were a Christmas cookie, I don't think I'd be able to eat you. You’d be too pretty.” Negan spoke up, a blush settling on your face. He came over and kissed your cheek. “You’re so easy to make blush, and so pretty when you do.”
You swat his arm. “You’re a jerk!” You laughed, Negan laughing as well. “Good thing I'm not a Cookie then. I’d feel lonely if I never got ate.” You said while putting your hand on the side of his neck, pulling him a little closer.
“I mean.. if you feel lonely now I can still eat you.” He winked, and you knew exactly what he meant. Your jaw opened which made Negan laugh at your reaction. “C’mon you should know me by now!” He spoke in between laughs, your jaw still hung open and you shook your head.
“Negan, as nice as that sounds-“ You closely watched his reaction to the first part of the sentence, his eyebrows rose and a smirk was now present. “No, not today.” You shrugged, which caused Negan to roll his eyes. You just smiled at his reaction, his tongue darting out over his bottom lip as he thought of something.
“So tomorrow?” He smiled down and pulled you closer.
“I hate you.” You rolled your eyes with a smile of your own.
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Omg!! Imagine Anthony literally being paid to stand there with Kate looking every bit the queen she's being trained to be and she's being introduced to another young royal in the hopes that they will hit it off. And Anthony's thinking of course they will, poor thing.
Oh Anthony hates that part of his job. He hates that. He hates that no matter how many times he stands awkward outside the door while she has dress fittings and catches a peek of her it never quite seems to prepare him for how beautiful she looks. She spends hours getting ready, her hair perfect, her makeup, a tiara sat on her head and a sash across her shoulder. He hates seeing her this way almost as much as he loves it.
Because in this room, where people bow to her, directly after her parents and she bows to only them he’s forcibly reminded who she is. He’s forcibly reminded that the woman whose bed he slips out of while dawn breaks will one day bow to no-one. She looks every bit a future queen here, while she greets the prime minister’s wife with a regal smile and every person in the room hangs on every words she says. He hates that he watches while fucking HRH Michael Stirling bows with his stupid eyes sparkling and his lips brush the back of her hand. He hates that Anthony burns with jealousy when Michael leans in and whispers something in her ear and Kate laughs, catching everyone’s attention.
He knew it was going to happen. He knew it would be sooner rather than later. But still, he doesn’t want to see it. Certainly not when he hears the queen lean in to the King and say,
“They make such a handsome couple.”
Anthony felt his stomach churn and he knew it was wrong but his feet carried him away, no one would notice if he left. She would be fine without him there. There were dozens of other security personnel in that room alone.
“Are you going?”
Anthony stopped at the sound of her voice, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before turned towards her, bowing,“Yes, your highness.”
Kate’s brow furrowed in surprise at his formal tone and the fact that he’d bowed to her, “Why?”
“I assure you, you’re well protected, your highness. Ronald will see you back to your apartments at the end of the evening, I’ve arranged it with him.”
Kate’s head tilted to the side, a slow smile creeping onto her face, “Don’t you want to see me home?”
Anthony’s jaw clenched, “Not tonight.”
She smiled, sliding her hand under his jacket to rest against his chest, teasing him, “Why not? Don’t you think I look pretty tonight?”
Anthony groaned, “You know you’re beautiful.”
“Come home with me then.” There’s so much authority in her voice sometimes. A woman used to getting exactly what she wants all the time. And the problem is he wants to give it to her. He wants so badly to let himself sink into her touch, and follow her home but it tastes too bitter. Knowing that this won’t last forever. She’ll never actually be his. “I’ve put something special on underneath for you.”
“I can’t tonight.” He forces it through his lips and steps away from her, “Sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. We’re going to the children’s hospital.”
She looked so confused, and a little hurt as she stood in front of him, “Right, I’ll see you tomorrow then, Anthony.”
He bowed his heart breaking in his chest, “Your Highness.”
#bodyguard au#kathony#anthony x kate#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony bridgerton#molly’s asks and answers
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By Your Side
Okay so this was *supposed* to be a funny "Agi gets high and is silly with Astarion" fic but it turned out a little bit more serious with added Whatever the Fuck Sorcery Agi does lol. Mostly SFW.
“How are you doing, darling?” Astarion cooed at his well, we’re not lovers in the traditional sense perhaps…companion? Yes, my companion! He looked at Agnetha with such fondness that if he saw it in anyone else, he’d scoff. But not with her and I. No, I am that fond of her. I love her so dearly.
After taking up Halsin on his offer to give her herbs to help her relax (my poor sweet deals with so much) and smoking them, she was currently staring at Astarion, her brown eyes wide but definitely glazed over. “I am fine and dandy, love. Everything is so nice, you know?”
“It is, sweetness, especially with you.” One of his pale hands tapped her thighs, and he smiled. She’s so soft and warm. Perfect. I always need to touch her…
“Ughhhhhhhh, you silly bitch, you don’t have to use your lines on me anymore. You got me!”
Did she just…?!? He laughed, squeezing her softness. “I’m a what, darling?”
She snorted. “Silly bitch. Because you are. But it’s okay obviously!!!” Good gods, she’s giving those puppy dog eyes. “Because I love you.” He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger on his lips. “I know you won’t say it to me. I know. It’s okay. I know you will someday.”
“I…” He struggled to find the words, any word, to express both the relief of her reassurance and sadness. She deserves someone better than me. Someone who will tell her every moment of every day for the rest of her life that she is loved. Someone who will make love to her whenever she wishes. For as long as she desires. Someone who isn’t me. “You know I do, right? You know how I feel?” Wait, she’s high as fuck and I’m asking her about knowing how much I love her? Idiot.
Agnetha nodded, smiling happily. “’Course I do. You say it all the time without actually saying it.” She thought for a moment and then grinned. “Like when you always watch my ass in fights.” I won’t lie I do in fact do that, but I believe she meant watching her back. “You make sure I’m okay. You never let anything near me.” Not if I can help it, no. I will slaughter anyone who tries to hurt you. “You’re always trying to touch me in some way. Don’t think I don’t notice!” She just tapped her finger on her nose. Now she’s giggling like a mad woman. Agnetha undid her ponytail and twirled a few of her long, red curls between her fingers. “You brush my hair every day. You love to bathe with me. You patch up my clothes and even…you know…” Let them out as much as I’m able. We never find anything that truly fits her, poor dear. If we manage to kill Cazador, I’ll make her whatever she wants. Everything she wants. “Help me with them…I know you love me. It’s in everything you do for me. Though,” her gaze returned to his. “There is something I need to know, okay? Just one thing.”
“A-alright. What is it?” Every muscle in his body tensed, afraid of what she was going to ask.
“Will you be there when I’m old? I could understand if that’s not what you want—oh!”
Always. He hugged so hard and so quickly that she toppled backwards, her head hitting a pillow. “I will be by your side for as long as you’ll have me. I promise.” Resting his head on her ample chest, he felt her rubbing his hair.
She let out an adorable little gasp. “Forever then, Star?”
Always. “If that’s what you want, darling, then yes. Forever it is.” It won’t be forever though. She’s a human---her life will end in the blink of an eye. She’ll be gone, and I’ll be alone…alone…all alone… Blinking back tears, he nearly began to sob when she began to rub his back.
“It’s okay. I’ll think of something. I will. Just you wait and see, love…” She whispered softly, rocking them both gently. “It’s okay. I’ll do some magic shit and make it alright.”
He shook his head, a small laugh escaping him. Oh my darling girl, not everything can be solved with you thinking very hard and making magic happen. Though if anyone can, it’s you. “Will you now?”
“Yep.”
Well, that’s definitive.
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Ten years after their marriage, Astarion was astounded to learn that his wife did indeed “do some magic shit” to make eternity less painful for him. With spells she composed herself (using that beautiful tempest swirling inside her and…feelings, I suppose), she managed to accomplish three things: 1) that her body would remain the same with every reincarnation; 2) that she and Astarion were soul bound to each other; and 3) that they would find each other after her twenty-first nameday. “Because of the binding, we’ll be drawn to each other, seek the other out.” She took one of his hands in hers, her brown eyes full of joy. “You won’t wait too long, love.”
He leaned to her, a hand cupping her cheek. As his lips touched hers (perfect every time), he smiled. “And how will you know that I’m your husband?”
Agnetha chuckled softly. “Just trust me that I’ll know. It’s all up here,” she tapped her head. “And here.” She then tapped her chest over her heart. “After all, I haven’t failed you yet, my naughty little bat.”
Astarion kissed her again, this time with a little more passion, hands sneaking around her much thicker and more delicious waist. “The most popular tailor shop in Baldur’s Gate and seven children. I’d say you haven’t failed me yet, no.” He teased. His fangs scraped lightly over her lips, which never fails to turn her on. “Not that you could anyways, dear.”
She wrinkled her nose and giggled. “Flatterer.” The human placed an affectionate kiss on his nose and cupped his face. “Now we’ll be together forever. Just not in the way that either of us imagined.”
He knew what she meant. The ritual. I had it all planned, you see. I’d complete the ritual, become the Vampire Ascendant, and convince Agi to let me make her into a vampire spawn. There---problem solved. What a fool I was! I would not trade our lives together and the lives we created for anything. “But it is so delightfully us, isn’t it? Full of love and adoration and only slightly mad.”
“Only slightly.” She teased, pressing several kisses to his lips. Gods, I cannot get enough of her. Not now. Not ever. “My mad husband who wants a dozen little dhampirs…”
Two at play at this game, madam. He clicked his tongue as one of the hands on her waist squeezed. “My equally mad wife who wants a dozen little dhampirs and lets me spoil her rotten—”
“Daddy? Mummy?”
Someone didn’t lock the door, Agi.
With one last peck, Agnetha looked at the toddler in their doorway. Pale ginger curls framed the boy’s round face, and ruby eyes glanced between his parents. “What’s the matter, my little love?” She beckoned him over, and he scurried to his mother and soon settled in her arms. “Did you have a bad dream?”
He nodded. “Scary…”
“My poor little Sylven! You can stay with us tonight, darling.” Astarion cooed as he ruffled his son’s hair. The toddler snuggled against his mother, a sight that before his capture by the mindflayers would have disgusted him. But not anymore. Not when I have them. Emilia, Ariane, Sophie, Nessa, Helene, Thora, and Sylven.
And my darling girl.
Before long, the small boy fell asleep cuddled against his mother while his adoring father rubbed circles into his back. “Did I tell what happened earlier?”
He rolled his eyes. “Sweetness, that could be anything.”
She stuck her tongue out. “Fine. Anyways, I asked Sylven when he was playing with the blocks what he wanted to be when he grew up.”
“The suspense is killing me, dear.” Astarion deadpanned, kissing Sylven’s curls.
The look in her eyes turned dreamy. “Daddy. He said Daddy. He wants to be you, love. That was the sweetest damn thing.” She turned her head to face him. “And you thought he wouldn’t love you.” His wife teased, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.
The second we saw that he was a boy I panicked. With the girls it’s so easy for me. I make them the prettiest outfits in Baldur’s Gate, make matching ones for their favorite dolls…have so many tea parties where we gossip like spinster aunts. But a boy. The girls are learning archery so he can too, I suppose. What was I to do with him? I was terrified. And as always, my infinitely wiser wife was correct: “Just go with the flow and listen to him.” Going with the flow has turned out to be excellent advice because he is glued to me, especially when we’re in the shop. He wants to watch me work and pretend he’s sewing too. My little boy wants to be…me. Me. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nodded before giving her another kiss. “Happy to be proven wrong, darling.”
“I see! Well, I’ll note that for future reference.” She noted rather too smugly. Has she been learning this from me? Because I’m so flattered, dearest. For the next several minutes, they settled in a comfortable if exceedingly sleepy silence. Agnetha’s breathing became slower and deeper, and her eyes fluttered open and closed.
“Silly goose. Go to sleep.” Astarion chided his wife gently, now laying on his side. Rest. You need rest. Between the children, the shop, and ensuring I’m fed every day, you need to rest, darling. “Don’t stay awake for me. I’ll trance in a while.”
A small smile tugged on her pretty lips. “Forever…it isn’t what either of us thought but…we’ll be together…forever…” Eyes full of sleep, she held Sylven closer to her. “Love you, my shining star…”
“As I love you, my darling girl. Have the sweetest dreams for us…”
Always.
Forever.
#agnetha wildheart#astarion ancunin#agi x astarion#plus size tav#chubby tav#human tav#astarion x tav#dadstarion#astarion bg3#bg3 astarion#sorcerer tav#domestic bliss#happy 4/20 agi gets high#the ancunin family#sylven ancunin#she just thinks really hard and visualizes magic and makes it happen
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Nothing Lasts Forever
Pairing: Luke Castellan x female ares!reader
Summary: Some moments in time where Luke and you can’t seem to figure out how you feel about one another. Part 1??? Maybe more if y’all like it!
Warnings: Yearning. Pretty much a yearning page at this point. Also a lot of background building. My bad yall. This is so long i’m sorry _____________________________________
the very first night
The day you rolled into camp is a day that will go down in infamy.
At least, for Luke it would.
There was no day he would ever remember more clearly.
The sun rose among the clouds beating down upon the plethora of kids and teenagers. He could remember helping some of the younger Demeter and Dionysus kids in the fields with their different crops ranging from strawberries to the beloved camp grapes. Luke wasn’t the biggest fan of grapes himself but he never turned down one from a Dionysus kid.
“Yes, those look perfect Courtney” A grin spread wide across his face as he watched the girl pluck a perfectly ripe strawberry from the plant. If anyone knew how to grow good fruit, it was a Demeter kid.
As he stood up, he brushed his khaki shorts clear of dirt. A flash of a shadow appeared from the corner of his eye. As he turned around, he came eye to eye with a very bewildered face.
“Where am I?” You muttered out. You bent over, placing your hands on your knees. He could tell that you had been running from something terrifying enough to prompt the expression.
“Camp Half-Blood” was all Luke could muster up.
“What?” Oh, this poor girl had no idea how her life was about to change.
“Are you okay?” Luke asked, looking you up and down. Your jean shorts were slashed and your right elbow looked like it had been burned.
You looked up after catching your breath, you shook your head. It was a dumb question, because anyone could see you clearly weren’t doing too great. To this day Luke still felt embarrassment from it.
But even with your confusion and aloofness, you followed him to the infirmary and get the cuts and gashes cleaned up.
Your feet dragged along the path, a couple feet behind him. When Luke turned around, your eyes were pointed toward the ground to the mud stained tennis shoes.
He wanted to explain Camp Half-Blood and every single thing that came with it, the good and the bad. Although now definitely wasn’t the best time. He was afraid you would burst into tears or worse, start hitting him. Luke learned that some of the campers react in that manor, the hard way. Thoughts rattled his brain trying to figure out the best decision.
“Why are you staring at me? Never seen a girl been chased by a big ass bear before?” you snipped at him. At least she wasn’t crying, he thought.
“Uh, actually I have” Luke smiled at you, hoping you would appreciate the sentiment.
You did not. A scowl festered on your face. Maybe from all this anger you’d end up being an Ares kid.
This thought process would prove him to be correct.
Entering the infirmary, he guided you over to a room with several beds. Collapsing on one of them, you shoved your shoes off. You brought your knees to your chest, staring at the ceiling. It was difficult to comprehend the sudden and profound change in your life. Luke knew the feeling all too well.
Luke sat down in the chair across from you. He watched you, almost with care. You seemed to notice though because you immediately sat up.
“Is someone going to explain what’s going on here?” He noticed the sudden quietness in your voice.
Taking a deep breath Luke started the same speech he gave every new camper, with some exceptions. He left out minor details usually directed toward young campers. You clearly weren’t young, at least 16 or 17. Pretty old for a new camper but hey, Luke didn’t discriminate. A part of him didn’t want to scare you away with all of the knew information, leading to little white lies.
“I’ll give you a tour tomorrow morning of camp but I think you should just rest up for now” Luke stood up, walking toward the door. As much as he wanted to stay, he knew the Apollo kids had to do their job.
“Oh by the way” He turned around to face you, “I’m Luke.”
You gave him a curt nod before shutting the door in his face. __________________________________________
a place in this world
It took a couple of months but it finally seemed like you were settling in. Even though your mom had told you about the Gods and Goddesses and how your father was a God, you didn’t have the heart to believe her. That was, until a hairy brown creature was chasing after you.
For the first time in weeks you noticed you didn’t wake up with a heavy heart, missing home.
Someone else noticed it too.
Luke, very slowly, had built up your trust. He really was a good guy, even though he annoyed the piss out of you at first. Countless lonely nights in the Hermes cabin had been made better by him. He would listen to you complain about everything and cry over missing your mom.
That was until an intense game of flag football concluded in being claimed.
After Chris had thrown the ball to some poor Athena kid, you chased after him. Yanking the strap around his waist so hard it sent him flying into the ground. When the ball launched up in the air, you had caught it, sprinting so hard you thought you were going to throw up. In the end, it didn’t end up counting as a point for your team, to your disappointment. Although when a red holographic boar appeared over your head, peace finally seemed to settle in your heart.
The Athena kid did end up in the infirmary after the game but in your defense no one had explained the rules of flag football to you.
On the other hand being claimed meant moving out of the Hermes cabin. In some ways, this was an upside. No more blue dye in your shampoo or whip cream on your face. You wouldn’t feel like you wanted to drown the Stoll brother.
The one who was affected by your claiming the most though was no other than Luke. So many warm nights of your body heat radiating off of his own were no longer. He couldn’t reach out to you in the dark anymore. Now it’s for the better, he thought.
Even with these bubbling feelings, he couldn’t force himself to come to terms with them. They would sit in the back of his throat, burning and itching. But maybe the pain was worth it.
That night he helped you pack your things up to move in with your newfound siblings.
“I wonder why it took so long to get claimed” You wondered out loud, shoving your childhood teddy bear into your backpack.
“The Gods do everything on their own time” Luke’s face fell into a solemn stare. You knew it was a touchy subject for him, specifically his own father. Ares may not have been the best shoulder to lean on but in his own ways he still managed to beat out Hermes by a mile.
Doing your best to shake his mind from it you said, “Did you see Bryce though? I really didn’t mean to yank him so hard” You smiled at Luke and in return you were granted the smallest laugh.
The next morning, you were itching to hang out with your friends (and distance yourself a tad from your brand new siblings). It was a group Luke got along with, but didn’t care much for. Gods knows why. Of course, however, your new found sister Clarisse remained a part of the friend group and Luke never really liked her. She was soft with you and some of your other siblings but rarely anyone else.
The rocky path crumbled under your shoes as you made your way to dinner. You swung your water bottle around your hands before spotting a warm and familiar face.
“Hey Poppy” a smile broached your face. You linked arms with the daughter of Athena. Even though you loved your friendship with Luke, Poppy was your number one. She had only been here for a month before your arrival, causing a very tight knitted bond between the two of you.
“How was the first night in the Ares cabin?” Sharing a look, you both knew the answer. You shrugged. There wasn’t much to share. Your brothers and sisters didn’t seem to hold their rage as well as you thought they might. Arguments ended in screaming matches. Or a dagger being thrown.
“Listen, I’m hot-headed but they really take it to the next level” You both giggled.
Right before you stepped up to the pavilion, Poppy unhooked your arms, turning to face you. “Are you sitting with us today or,” she paused and in air quotes she said “Lukie Pookie?”
Ah yes, the nickname everyone around camp designated upon him. You knew Poppy meant no harm by it but even just by the mention of him, it felt like a pillow smashed your stomach.
Brushing it off you quickly looked around for him, “I was planning on sitting with you guys and I don’t even think he’s here yet.”
Poppy raised an eyebrow and pointed to the curly haired boy across the pavilion. Shrugging once more, you grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the opposite side of the benches.
Your friends, a cluster of kids from different cabin, were gathered in their usual spot. Before you could even sit down, someone called out your name. Whipping around, it seemed as if the curly haired boy teleported.
“Speak of the devil” Poppy muttered. You lightly smacked her shoulder.
“Hey” A soft smile graced Luke’s lips, “Mind if I sit?”
Interesting.
His eyes lingered in yours for a moment before you shook yourself out of it.
“Of course!” You patted the spot next to you. You mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ to the group, just incase.
A flash of hesitation crossed his eyes but he plopped down anyway.
“Mhm! I’ve been meaning to ask you Luke” your friend Ben started “I was wondering if you could help me with my swordsmanship?”
Luke nodded quickly before turning to face you. It was the signal that he wasn’t interested in the conversation. Although you knew Ben would pry about it later as Ben was also a child of Hermes.
But he didn’t see things in the way you did. Instead Luke focused on how your hair fell in front of your eyes. It took everything he had in him to not move it. Others around him could talk and talk and talk but he was only ever focused on you. Over and over again he chose you. But what were best friends for, right? __________________________________________
snow on the beach
The sound of footsteps against a shallow pier never particularly bothered Luke. That was if they weren’t disturbing his peace.
The humming of the trees blowing in the wind, soothed his mind over. His eyes followed the way the fish swam with air bubbles peeking over the surface.
Watching the water helped slow everything down. His particularly dense relationship with his father was starting to wear down on him. Luke knew how even the scar on his face didn’t do his hatred justice.
Too clouded by his thoughts, he didn’t notice a familiar giggle breezing behind him.
You placed your fingers over Luke’s eyes and he immediately reached up to touch your hands.
He turned around and peered up, meeting your gaze. Luke’s breathe slowed when he met your eyes. There was a mutual sense of warmth between the two of you. Shared between little moments of laughter and light. And just by looking up at you, he knew he was in a little too deep.
Luke could, of course, fess up. But even the thought of that made him want to hurl his cookies. It’s not like he wanted these feelings and trust, he’s tried to get rid of them. They were more painful than awkward. The flutter in his stomach when you stood just a little to close to him. The way he caught his breath anytime you looked up at him and smiled. Or the shakiness in his throat and on his tongue whenever you quipped a snarky comment.
He quickly stood up reveling how he towered over you so easily.
His eyes glanced down to your hands which had been pulling something out of your jean pocket. A small string bracelet was cupped between your hands.
He snatched it from you, looking it over. It was covered in red and blue zig zags. His favorite colors.
“Hey” you whined, “I worked hard on that.”
A grin broke out on his face, “Is it for me?”
You frowned, “Well it was supposed to be but since you don’t seem to have much patience, I’ll be taking it right back!”
Before you could seize the gift back, Luke’s arm shot up in the air, holding the bracelet overhead. It was a trick he pulled on you plenty of times. Of course it did nothing but annoy you yet that was the fun of it.
Many could not dupe a child of Hermes. Even so, if there is one thing you inherited from your father it was the fight response in oppose to flight.
Your hands wrapped around the front of Luke’s orange t shirt, bunching it into a fist. Swiftly you yanked him back just enough before you efficiently shoved him backwards.
In the blink of an eye, he performed a large flop into the lake. Although the water that had skyrocketed upwards, dunked you clean with water. Worth it.
Now soaking wet, his mane of dark curly hair, bobbed up and down in the water.
“Not cool” He sputtered out. He pulled his upper body on the dock, holding his hand out for you to grab.
You sighed, knowing what was about to happen. In order to escape future prank endeavors, you had to let him do it.
Before you knew it, you were handing over your right to dry clothes.
Head hitting the water first, you tumbled off the deck. Your entire body, including the dry clothes, plunged into the inhospitable water. How on earth could fish swim in water this cold?
As soon as you breached the water, Luke shoved your head down. Well played.
“Was that necessary?” you groaned, water stuck in your ears and nose. Luckily it was pretty shallow otherwise you would have been way more upset.
“I have bad news” Luke paused, running a hand through his hair, “I think I lost your bracelet” He hesitantly waited for the backlash he was about to receive.
As soon as your mouth started to curl into a frown he knew it was over.
You dove headfirst into Luke. He tumbled back and you pushed him so far under he hit the sand. Although it wasn’t that deep, he managed to grab onto you, pulling you underwater with him.
Your laugh threw bubbles all around. His brown eyes shot open. For a minute he seemed like he was searching yours for something.
In just a couple of moments, it felt like the world stopped moving. You could feel the air in your lungs start to sting. Maybe it was time to resurface.
You mentally clocked all of the seconds you could spend underwater without passing out.
But when Luke smiled, all of your thoughts went muddy. He grabbed your hand, pulling you up.
You gasped for air, feeling the sharpness. It quickened when you realized Luke’s shirt cling to his body.
Look away look away look away look away.
A hint of rose rushed to your cheeks. You cursed yourself for thinking anything different.
After you two had burned every ounce of energy you had, you found yourself laying on the deck, eyes closed.
You could hear Luke breathe as his chest fell up and down.
The sun started to set in the distance, and the buzz of grasshoppers with Luke laying next to you is all you needed.
It’s all you ever wanted.
Almost as if he read your mind, Luke mumbled “I could lay here for hours.”
You hummed in response, simply glad he appreciated the sentiment as much as you did.
Something tickled your cheek with its moisture. You opened your eyes to find small snowflakes falling from the clouds. Snow, specifically snow at Camp Half Blood was rare.
It was weird, but it was fucking beautiful.
It crossed your mind that maybe it was Zeus’s doing, a little reward. You were reminded that even though the Gods had failed you time after time, there were small moments where none of it seemed to matter.
Like laying next to the boy who pulled at your heart strings when snow fell.
You glanced at Luke and caught a glimpse of his smile. The way his lips tugged at each other, you knew he felt the exact same way. It was provoking the way you both knew the ins and outs of one another.
In the back of your mind, you knew the snow wouldn’t last long as it was the start of summer. But oh how you enjoyed it so.
As some would say, nothing lasts forever.
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Authors note: I definitely meant to put this out sooner however I have been booked and busy! Now that it’s summer, I should definitely have more time to write because I love writing this stuff. Lemme know if you guys want more pieces in time of Luke and reader! Also if you have any requests or recommendations send them in!!!!
-Bee
#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#percy jackson#pjo#luke castellan x ares reader#percy jackon and the olympians#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x y/n
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Raiden Headcannons (and a little date scenario) FLUFFY
For @bluntsandblondes this is Raidens part I’ll be working on Johnnys too. I’m sorry it took so long!😭
When you two Lay down together your head is usually on his chest and he’ll be holding your side.
You like laying right on top of him though because of how comfortable he feels.
Raiden will play with your hair without realizing it. And when you bring it up he doesn’t know what your talking about and looks towards his hand to see a strand of your hair twirled around his fingers.
Poor baby get embarrassed and apologizes but you find it as a loving act and tell him you actually like it and so he continues to do it.
He’s a very busy man but will still try to make time for you. Whether it’s having tea or going to you at night to help you sleep. He does anything he can to make up the time he’s lost not being there
One time he asked fujin if could watch over everything for a day so he could spend it with you.
He showed up on your doorstep with flowers (Johnny told him that gifting flowers is a good way to start a date😉).
He took you the marketplaces and you walked around looking at all the beautiful artwork and jewelry and Raiden got you anything you wanted.
“A person of beauty such as yourself should be covered in beautiful jewelry as well”
Then you two went to the hot springs and resting your body’s in the water from all the walking you two did. Raiden was holding you the whole time. And maybe some other spicy things happened too hehe.
He ended the the night with taking you the top of the mountains and putting on a beautiful lightning show on for you. He brought blankets and pillows so you two could sit comfortably. He wanted everything to be perfect and it absolutely was.
You told him how you loved his lightning and how it made you feel safe. After that comment Raiden would have a couple of soft lighting strikes near your home every night as a reminder to let you know he’s still watching over you.
He loves you so much and he loves how understanding you are. He wishes to marry you someday and make you his forever.💙
(I’m sorry if this is long lol)
#Raiden#lord Raiden#Raiden x reader#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat#mortal kombat 11#i love him#he’s so sweet sometimes y’all
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pumpkin patch // mick schumacher
summary: as y/n’s favourite season draws near, mick realizes that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, and what a better place to propose than in the middle of the prettiest pumpkin patch he has ever seen?
pairing: mick schumacher x fem!reader
warnings: just mick being a cutie
in his twenty three years on planet earth, mick schumacher had never been more in love.
he wasn’t sure when he got so lucky.
actually, yes he was.
it was the week after he won the f2 championship, when he met y/n y/l/n. she was just starting college, only a year younger than he was. a family friend of hers (two years older but nowhere near as wise) had worked (and mick knew for a fact that said family friend still did) for prema and his mother had sent y/n to ‘bring him his lunch’ when it was pretty clear that the kindly italian woman had been trying to set y/n up with one of her sons friends.
mick would love to say it was a whirlwind romance, but truthfully, in the beginning, it was one of the most awkward experiences of his life and he was always worried that he was going to make a fool of himself.
but y/n slotted so we’ll into his life that eventually, he couldn’t imagine it without her. she was light, and she was laughter, and she was the person who kept him grounded when haas fucked him over it when he had a terrible race. she knew how the sport worked so she knew what it was like for him.
mick watched in contentment as y/n leaped out of the pickup truck, angie running after her as she ran towards the pumpkin patch, laughing all the way before turning to face mick.
“babe, come on!”
mick laughed “hold your horses, schatzi! let me lock the truck first!”
the young schumacher could tell you the exact moment he knew he wanted to marry her.
it was at y/n’s cousins wedding, she was a bridesmaid. they were barely twenty and twenty-one. he had wedding fever for weeks afterwards, assembling a pinterest board broken onto sub-boards for dresses, rings, suits, themes and flowers.
a year later, he started planning the perfect proposal.
but life just kept getting in the way.
but now he had peace and quiet, and a chance to ask y/n to be his forever.
“isn’t it a bit early for pumpkins, baby?” mick asked with a grin, hugging y/n from behind after he finally caught up, angie sniffing at the orange vegetables.
y/n laughed, kneeling down to ruffle angies fur “we’re fine as long as we don’t carve them just yet. they’ll hold, and we can use the seeds to bake.”
“what about this one?” mick suggested, reaching for the biggest pumpkin in his peripheral vision
“babe, that one is almost as big as your face.”
“are you saying I have a big head?”
“no I’m saying that’s a massive pumpkin.”
when she laughed like that, mick still got butterflies. every single day he was falling farther and farther in love. and yes people would tell him that he was young and naive, and maybe he was, but he wasn’t stupid.
and he would have to be stupid to let a woman like y/n y/l/n go.
“schatzi,” he sucked in a breath “can i ask you something?”
she turned to face him, eyes widening when she saw the little box in his hand.
“mick..”
“I’ve wanted to ask you this since the moment that I met you. you are the most incredible, brilliant, funny and beautiful person that I have ever met and this past year, having you by my side, I’ve realized that I never want to go back to a time where you aren’t with me, or a phone call away, or in my arms. y/n, will you marry me?”
his eyes started to water as angie nudged y/ns side, the two most important girls in his life next to each other. the glittery square diamond was clear as the sky, nestled in a golden band that complimented y/ns tanned skin.
it had been in his bedside drawer for six months while he worked up the courage.
“what do you say, angie?” y/n said with a laugh, scratching angie behind the ears, earning a bark from the dog. “I think angie says yes.” she laughed, leaning forward to kiss mick.
“of course I’ll marry you, schumacher:”
#the cozy collection 2022#mick schumacher x y/n#mick schumacher x reader#formula one x reader#f1 imagine#sorta wedding saga#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#mini fic
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The Reaper and The Devil - final part
Hello, lovely people!
I'm sorry it took so long to write the final part, I was in Brussels and then had a couple of difficult weeks with work but it's here!
Thank you again to @weemssapphic for the love and time you put in to betaing this fic for me, love you so much <3
Taglist: @crow-raven-crow @weemssapphic
Warnings: Talk of Heaven and Hell, mentions of death/losing a loved one
I hope you guys like it, I've really enjoyed writing this series!
It’s an odd feeling, dropping a soul off at Heaven’s gates. A place you have never stepped foot in but have so much knowledge of. It isn’t, unsurprisingly, as human souls expect it to be either. There are no white clouds, no ‘pearly gates’, no angel at the door to greet them. Heaven is actually quite plain. The entrance is a simple dust path through a forest. The gate is a simple kissing gate in a gap of the trees. The sky is slightly overcast but the sun is there, always the perfect desired temperature for the soul walking through the trees.
You smile to yourself as you walk hand in hand with Lucifer a step behind Maeve. She is looking at the trees around her, mouth open and eyes twinkling with awe. Apparently, Maeve’s favourite season is autumn. You know this because the air has a crisp chill to it, the trees are bright with orange and red hues and every step you’re taking sends the sound of crunching leaves and twigs echoing into the forest. And, apparently, her favourite time of day is golden hour because the world around you is lit with a warm glow as the sun finds its way through the cracks in the tree canopy.
Maeve turns on the spot and looks at you, a wide grin on her face. “This is incredible.”
Your mouth curves into a side smile, your eyes filled with care and amusement as you take in Maeve’s child-like wonder. “I’ll never grow tired of it, I must admit.”
“Is it like this for everyone?” Maeve turns back around as she speaks, her head turned towards the sky as a flock of starlings fly overhead.
“Yes and no.” You chuckle, stealing a glance up at Lucifer who is looking down at you in such a way that warms you from the inside out. “The season, time of day and temperature are all unique to each soul’s preference.”
“How does It know?” Maeve stops in her tracks as she asks the question, taking a moment to turn on the spot and close her eyes with her head to the sky and her arms outstretched.
“It’s Heaven, Little One. That’s Its job.” Lucifer steps behind you and wraps their arms around your shoulders, leaning their chin on the crown of your head. You reach your hands up and rest them on Lucifer’s forearms as you trace languid patterns with your thumbs.
There’s a beautiful calm in this moment. Standing here with Lucifer holding you, watching Maeve as she marvels at the beauty of the realm she’s in… If you didn’t know any better, you would lose yourself in this moment. You’d stay forever. But you know you can’t. God doesn’t like you being here for longer than needed and Lucifer is playing a dangerous game by being here at all, even if they are on this side of the gate.
You sigh and squeeze Lucifer’s forearms gently, the lightbringer pressing a soft kiss to your hair as you do so. Maeve looks at you both and her face falters.
“What’s wrong?” Maeve’s eyes are filled with concern and it breaks your heart to know that you’ve pulled her from her bubble.
“Nothing, Love.” You smile, not entirely convincing but you can’t help the slight melancholy that is tugging in your chest.
“Tell me.” Maeve hugs her arms to her chest and takes a step back towards you.
Lucifer feels you tense in their arms and cuts you off before you have a chance to speak. “We just don’t have much time.”
You look to the ground, leaning back into Lucifer’s arms as you focus your attention on a leaf on the ground.
“You’re not coming in?” The tone of Maeve’s voice made your gaze snap up to meet her own. Her eyes were shimmering with disappointment and sadness.
“We can’t. I’m afraid this is as far as either of us can go.” You don’t know why you feel choked up but you do. Maybe it’s the fact that you want nothing more than to protect and watch over Maeve’s young soul on Elsie’s behalf. Or maybe it’s because you wish you could sit with Lucifer in the Meadows of Michael. You close your eyes and imagine it for a moment. Their black wings outstretched on a bed of wild flowers, you lying in their arms as you laugh and kiss and-
“Oh.” The hint of pain in Maeve’s voice breaks you from your trance and you look at her once more. “How do I find who I need? How do I know where I’m going? How do I-”
Lucifer releases you from their grasp and walks around you, approaching Maeve with tenderness. “Once you go through the gate, everything will become clear. I promise.”
Maeve jumps into Lucifer’s arms and you watch as she nuzzles her face against the lightbringer’s cream robe. Lucifer doesn’t hesitate in wrapping their arms around the girl and you feel a lump form in your throat as you realise Lucifer will never see Maeve again. The soul they saw being born into the world. The girl they have kept an eye on and celebrated since she was thought into existence. Maeve can visit her family on earth, she can call on you if she wishes but once she steps through the gate Lucifer will never see her again. Your heart breaks as a tear falls from your cheek and hits a leaf at your feet.
“Enjoy your eternity, Little One. I hope you know nothing but love and peace from this moment forward.” Lucifer whispers into Maeve’s hair as they caress her curls with their hand.
Maeve tightens her grip. “I wish you could know the same peace.”
“I do now that I have a certain reaper by my side.” Lucifer smiles softly and places a chaste kiss to the crown of Maeve’s head. “Now, Little One, don’t keep him waiting.”
Maeve steps back and looks up at Lucifer confused for a moment before turning her attention to what Lucifer is looking at behind her.
“Pops.” Maeve whispers as she steps out of Lucifer’s grasp.
Benny is standing on the other side of the gate, grinning and waving with pure glee. Maeve starts running towards him, the leaves cracking beneath her feet with every stride. She staggers to a stop just a few feet from the gate and turns her attention back to you and Lucifer as you walk to Lucifer’s side and take their hand in your own.
“Thank you.” Maeve is smiling but tears are streaming down her face. “Thank you for making my last moments so full of love and care. I’m going to miss you both. Take care of each other. And enjoy your eternity.”
Maeve blows you both a kiss and you feel Lucifer’s grip tighten on your hand as you both send one back and wave as Maeve walks through the gate and jumps into Benny’s arms. You watch for a moment as they both laugh and Benny wipes the tears from Maeve’s cheeks. As they walk away, arm in arm, Maeve steals a final glance over her shoulder at you and Lucifer, offering one final smile before they both disappear from view.
The world around you and Lucifer glimmers for a moment before dissolving into the familiar view of Lake Focalor. Lucifer sits at the water’s edge and for a moment you stand and watch them, concern and worry marring your features.
“Luci…” You take a tentative step towards the Morningstar and place a soft hand to their shoulder.
Lucifer looks up at you, tears threatening to spill out of their eyes, and laughs. You smile softly as you begin to chuckle as their laughter grows with intensity. You lower yourself onto the bank beside them as they continue to laugh, watching them with confusion as you feel yourself laughing with them.
“Forgive me, Lamb.” Lucifer relaxes after a moment and wipes the tears from their cheeks. “I just didn’t expect to feel relief.”
“You have nothing to apologise for, Luci.” You take their hand and lean into their side, resting your head on their shoulder as you both look out at the red water.
“I’ve watched her for years. I’ve seen her grow and become an intelligent, funny and loving young woman. I’ve worried about her every day. Being the ruler of Hell means I’ve seen the worst of humanity over the centuries and I’ve worried about Elsie and her family getting caught up in it. Now I have one less soul to worry about.” Lucifer’s voice was trembling but calm. You can tell they mean every word.
It’s surprising, Lucifer finding peace in a human going to Heaven. You’ve watched as Lucifer has revelled at souls being sent to Hell. You’ve witnessed their wings shiver with anticipation of the things they will do to certain humans who have ended up in their domain. It never occurred to you that they would also find beauty and celebration in the other souls going to Heaven. But, you remember, the Devil is an angel afterall.
Lucifer shifts and pulls you onto their lap so you’re straddling their waist. You look down at them and take in how soft and adoring their gaze is. Their hand finds purchase in your hair and pulls you toward them, kissing you with tenderness as their other hand rests on your waist. You glide your hands up to their face and let them rest on Lucifer’s neck, slowly stroking their skin as you continue to kiss them with all of the love and care you have to give.
“Thank you.” Lucifer whispers against your lips.
“For what?” Your voice is low as your eyes dart between the lightbringer’s.
“For showing me that love, care and compassion are still possible for me. For allowing me to love you with every fibre of my being. For being everything I ever could have hoped for.” Lucifer’s lips ghosted over your own as they spoke and you felt your body ignite with pure adoration and love as they whispered against your skin.
“Thank you for letting me love you how you deserve.” Your voice is barely audible but Lucifer’s lips curl into a soft smile and there’s no doubt in your mind that they heard you.
They pull you in again, kissing you soft and slow. Their wings flutter as your tongues meet and you smile into the kiss. You entwine yourselves as you try to convey how you feel and you realise something: Eternity suddenly doesn’t feel like a long enough period of time to spend at Lucifer’s side.
#gwendoline christie#lucifer fanfiction#lucifer morningstar#lucifer x reader#the sandman#the sandman fanfic#the sandman lucifer
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the imprint or the blood singer | part 19.
Summary: Y/N Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother’s friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town.
Warnings for the Series: light violence, light smut
Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Embry Call x reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)
When you woke up in the morning, the bed was empty. You knew Edward didn’t sleep, maybe he just didn’t come join you. But as you exited the bedroom and walked into the rest of the house you saw that nothing had been touched. Edward had been there very briefly, you knew when you checked the thermostat. He always turned it down for you while you slept because you never remembered but always needed it cold when you slept. Other than that there was no sign of your boyfriend.
You picked up the pasta bake dish from the floor and put it in the sink. The sun was shining brightly outside and you decided to stick true to your promise to paint. As you looked up from brushing your teeth, you could see your reflection in the mirror. And by virtue the reflection of the bite mark on your neck.
It wasn’t a hickey or light bruising. It was a straight scar. And there were three matching ones on your right wrist. The advanced healing had helped the wounds but a vampire’s bite was permanent scarring, unless you had been turned from the bite.
You gathered your supplies and set up on the rocky part of the shore. The scenery of the island was perfect for your first attempt at watercolor. It was going to be a mix of ink and watercolor. You should’ve been enjoying yourself but everything just seemed too still. You went inside briefly to grab your cellphone while the ink portion was drying. The phone was ringing when you entered.
“Carlisle? Yeah, I’m awake… no, I don’t feel weird at all. Yeah I think we’re still extending the trip… mmm hmm, I’ll see you guys at the start of August. Okay, bye.”
You turned around to head back outside. You rushed when you thought you saw the blur of Edward go by but he wasn’t there when you reached. You sighed in frustration and went back to your painting.
The days turned into weeks of the same routine. You would get up, the only sign Edward had been around would be the turned down thermostat. You’d do some yoga and then start to paint. Every other day you’d take the boat into town and come back for dinner.
If you went to bed without a blanket, you’d wake up with one on you. But you still hadn’t actually seen your boyfriend. It had already turned into July. August would be coming up quicker than expected. You were starting to become worried that you would go home alone.
That night you were curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you, watching television. Takeout containers from the barbecue restaurant were littered at your feet. Your eyes grew heavy and your head started to bob. You were in a half-asleep state of mind, cognizant enough to hear the beeps of the thermostat. Edward. You looked over the couch to see him walking out.
“Ed. Wait,” you said.
The minute the words left your mouth, you knew he was going to run. You raced off the couch to try and stop him before he could leave or get too far.
“Edward! You promised to love me forever,” you screamed into the darkness of the outside. “What do you call this?! I haven’t seen you in a month. I want to go home with you, not without.”
You crouched down on the porch waiting, blanket draped pathetically over you. You were about to head back inside when you heard the crunching of gravel underneath feet. You looked up to see Edward coming up with his head held down. You stood up and ran to hug him.
“Please look at me,” you pleaded.
Edward slowly looked up but he wasn’t staring at your face. He was staring at the scar on your neck. It was like a spotlight was glaring on it and Edward was absolutely disgusted with himself.
“I hurt you. I almost killed you,” he said as he lightly traced the scar with his fingers. “How could you want to be around me?”
“You didn’t give us a chance to talk. Can you come inside?”
“I don’t want to hu—”
“Okay,” you cut him off worried that he would run if he kept punishing himself. “We’ll stay out here and talk. Why don’t you tell me what happened.”
“What happened should’ve never happened. I didn’t realize my thirst was that apparent until it was too late.” Edward swallowed.
You placed a hand on his cheek. “This was a possibility we knew could happen.”
“No. It shouldn’t ever be a possibility.” Edward pulled away from you. “I was selfish, you can’t ever be truly safe with me. I shouldn’t have taken you from Embry.”
You huffed.
“Edward, please. You’re my imprint, it’s not just about your blood singer. I don’t want Embry or anyone else. I want you and I knew this was a potential problem when I decided to be with you. I decided.”
“But what if I had really killed you?”
“You didn’t. I know this is hard for us but don’t just leave because of it. Don’t just leave me, you promised…”
“To love you forever. I haven’t broken that promise, little wolf.”
“Then please come inside. We can work through this but I want you to come inside first.”
“Oka—”
Edward was confused. You didn’t know what the problem was. His gold eyes looked you in the eye and then at your body. He shook his head and stared longer. His senses were playing tricks on him, he was sure of it.
“No, that’s not… There’s two…”
“Ed?”
“There’s two heartbeats.”
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“Edward! How dare you leave (Y/N) alone afte—” Rosalie was giving Edward an earful on the phone.
“Rosalie, I’m with her right now. Rosalie, I need Car— Rose, Rose I think (Y/N)’s pregnant.”
The line went dead silent on the other end.
“Rose. There’s two heartbeats and I know the other one’s not mine.”
The barbecue was no longer sitting well with you. You had got a whiff of the containers in the living room. You ran to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. Edward was in the bathroom in a second, rubbing your back explaining more to Rosalie and Carlisle.
“I know it’s only been six weeks, I’m not even sure I could… are you okay, (Y/N/N)?”
You nodded, finally lifting your head from the toilet. You brushed your teeth and rinsed out your mouth while Edward was finishing up the phone call. It was agreed you would change your flight to next week. You sat on the couch across from Edward who still refused to touch you more than necessary. His hand was resting on your ankle, the one with the two anklets.
“I don’t think dad was expecting grandkids this early,” you tried to joke. “Or at all.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“First the bites, now this.”
It was silent between the two of you. You didn’t know what to say. Edward just had to take a look inside your mind. It was a mess of trying to work out what you could say to make it right. He smiled filtering through the thoughts. Your personality was so different from his. Whereas he had shut down and couldn’t cope, you were already trying to figure out how to make it all happy.
“Are you gonna let me sleep with you or does the mother of your future child have to cool down another way?”
Edward let you push him back onto the couch. He grabbed the blanket like normally and placed it over you. You kissed his cheek. Edward was fairly tight-lipped when you kissed his mouth, he didn’t want to risk anything. You slumped back down. Edward picked up your wrist and kissed the three scars. There were only two thoughts of yours that scared him as you went to sleep: how fast and how strong is the development of a vampire baby and how was the pack going to react when they found out.
(Part 20)...
#edward cullen x reader#edward cullen x black!reader#embry call x reader#embry call x black!reader#twilight fic
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I’m going through a rough breakup, and in order to respect the other person’s request to have time to move on, I started journaling things I can’t send to him to give him his space. The details are complicated. The final moment was intense. Here is one of the entries.
5/25/24
I’m worried about you. I don’t think I ever realized how alone you felt in life. You’ve been doing everything by yourself for forever. I don’t like you being alone now. Even worse, I don’t like that being with me didn’t make you feel less alone. I was a burden to your emotions and your well-being. You always tell me hindsight is 20/20, and I had the opportunity to be something beneficial to you and all I did was take.
You said I didn’t feel like home to you. Like you’ve never felt at home. Now more than ever, I want to build a home with you. For you. I want to maintain a place where you can always unwind and feel safe. Where you don’t have to take care of everyone and everything but be taken care of instead. I want you to come home to warm showers and clean clothes and hot meals and little people coming to greet you who look like us.
I know this life requires success in your business. I know that’s your main priority. I know having that life with me was at one point why you’ve been working so hard. I’m sorry I expected so much out of what I wanted our relationship to be in the present and disrespected our potential future.
I know you said it takes two, but I had my perfect guy and tried to force him to be something he’s not. Something you’re not. And I did that on top of everything else you’re going through. It’s stupid, but you carry yourself so well I thought you could handle me. That I could be my over-emotional self and it’d all just smooth over. You were honest about the toll I was taking on you with my behavior and I didn’t accept the gravity of the situations I put you in, and continued to do it. Having all I’d been hoping and praying for for so long and then pushing you away because I can’t change is a devastating blow. I watched myself do it and you warned me and I couldn’t stop myself.
You were patient. You were kind. You cared so much. I felt truly safe and loved for the first time and I didn’t make you feel the same way. You’re valid to say being around someone like that made you feel anxious and I know that feeling. I can’t believe I became the same person for you I’ve been spending my life trying to heal from. I can’t believe I was what I was despised for so long. It was hiding in me and you showed it to me and I still couldn’t see it. And you suffered for that. The only man who I’d ever felt comfortable and confident enough to share an intimate lifetime with, share children with, was in my hands and I threw it all away.
I want to be your partner in any way I can. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Tell me how to help you achieve your goals and success and I’ll do it. Tell me what you need from me and I’ll give it to you. You were never a burden. You couldn’t be a burden on me if you actually tried. I know I don’t have much credentials in the realms of being a successful manager, but I will do anything I can to build with you. For you.
If I can’t be the person you spend the rest of your life with, allow me to be the person who helps set that life up for you.
For me, it will always be you. It was always was. It was you before I knew you. It was you the day I met you. The day you greeted me in the lobby and shook my hand I saw it in your eyes. The night I rested my head on your thigh. The night you told me when you say you love me you really mean it. The night I slept in your arms for the first time. Every night I got to sleep next to you. Every morning I woke up next to you. The first time I kissed you. Every time we’ve kissed since.
Do you remember the night you asked me to come over when I was having a bad day, just so you could tell me you loved me and kiss me? And you held me in the rain and we kissed and we danced like some sappy movie. You gave me a love people write stories about. People like me. I was living my perfect fairytale and I was the villain.
You keep saying it takes two. Even now with my newfound clarity, I can’t think of anything you did wrong. All I wish is that you shared more of yourself with me. You thought it would burden me but it always makes me feel closer to you. I doubt I made our relationship an environment where you felt safe to share things with me.
Just know wherever you are, whoever you are, and whoever you’re with: my love is with you. You are never alone. You will always have every part of my being and my soul. It will always be yours. My support, my admiration, my respect. It is always yours. It is always with you. Even if I can’t be. Even if I never will be again. The best parts of who I am and what I can offer have always belonged to you. They always will.
I don’t know what else to say. I know you don’t want me to be around you, but I don’t want you to be alone. You said it’s easier to be alone. but the easy things never get you anything worthwhile in life. You taught me that.
Allow someone to be there for you. Share yourself. You are beyond worthy of being seen and still being loved. You will find that because you deserve it.
I wish I could send all of this to you but I know it would hurt you even more. I’m done taking away from you. I hope that you can read this one day. For now it will stay with me.
I love you. Love isn’t a strong enough word, but it’s all I have for now. So, I just really fucking love you.
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Ok, hiyaaaa🩷
As I told you that's AMTC y/n and Mason in my head🥹
‘Just in there you two, we’ll get everyone out and we can start on the pictures’ Alison told you, pointing to a room off to the side ‘you two okay? You did amazing’OHHHH PICSSS🤭
The one you’d just got married in. I'M ON MY PERIOD AND I'M EMOTIONALLY INSTABLE
As soon as the door shut, your eyes flickered over to Mason. Standing an arms length away from you and you took the time to really look at him properly for the first time all day. Your nerves not letting you appreciate him fully when you were saying your vows as you didn’t want to mess up but now the hard part was over you just wanted to look at your man. HE IS OFFICIALLY AND FOREVER HER MAN, I'M PROUD 🥹
‘C’mere’ he murmured, pulling you into his chest so he could hold you to him and you melted into his embrace as you felt his chest rumble underneath you. ‘I can’t believe we actually did it’ IT'S THE C'MERE FOR ME
‘Nah we’ve got the rest of the day to go yet, need to show off my beautiful wife to everyone’ he teased, and you giggled at his words. ‘I can’t believe I’ve got a wife’ YES YOU HAVEEEE🤭
‘I can’t believe I’ve got a husband. I feel like we sound super old now’ you told him, watching his eyes crinkle as he looked at you lovingly. OH MY BABIES
‘We’re just getting started’ he winked, pulling back so he could look you up and down and you felt your cheeks flush under his loving stare. ‘You look so so beautiful baby. Honestly, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I’m not just saying that because I have to now’ he joked, causing you to roll your eyes as he pulled you back to him but the butterflies were still swarming making you feel a little shy. Mason looked so handsome and the bright smile on his face only made you fall for him even more but you let him wrap his arms around your waist and you rested yours on his chest. ‘I’m serious, you look like a princess’’ SHE IS A PRINCESS 🥹🥹
‘It’s perfect. You're perfect’ he whispered, eyes filling with tears just as they had when he’d first caught sight of you in it earlier and you could tell he was clearly a little overwhelmed by everything that had just happened so you reached up to cup his cheeks in order to calm him a little. Resting your foreheads on each others for comfort as he took a relaxing breath out. HE CAN'T STOP COMPLIMENTING HER🥹
‘Bricking it’ he laughed, rubbing his nose against yours gently. ‘I still am a little bit I think. There’s so much more to do today and I know I've still got Dec’s speech to go. But I knew as soon as I saw you walking up that aisle to me that everything would be okay’ he told you. Kissing your cheek softly as you smiled even wider. ‘It’s never happened to me before but it’s like time stopped and there was only me and you in there’ WHY IS HE SOOOOOOO SWEEEETTTTT???? I'M MELTED
‘I was the same. I was shaking so much as we were walking down here before but as soon as I saw you I felt so calm. Like I knew everything would be okay’ SHE WAS WALKING WITH HER DAD AND TONY, I KNOW THAT🤭😌
‘I was the same. I was shaking so much as we were walking down here before but as soon as I saw you I felt so calm. Like I knew everything would be okay’ EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OK FOR EVER
‘I know I’m gonna annoy you cause I’ll keep saying this all day, but I really can’t get over the fact I’ve got a wife now’ BABY BOY
‘No, it was always gonna be you’ he told you sincerely, feeling your bottom lip wobble at his words. You were so hopelessly in love with this boy and you seemed to be falling harder for him with every second. ‘I missed you last night too. Took me ages to get to sleep’ I'M HONESTLY COMPLETELY MELTED
‘Well we can have an early night tonight’OH SILLY GIRL
‘Oh bog off, I’ve got plans for us’ he winked and you knew exactly what he meant by that. All Mason seemed to talk about lately was the wedding night and how good he was going to make you feel making your tummy fizzed with excitement wondering what might be in store for you later. NAUGHTYYYY BOYYYY
‘Better make sure we make it count then huh?’ He teased. Pulling you into his chest a bit more as you wrapped your arms around his neck again as he slowly swayed you from side to side. The both of you silent as you tried to soak in the moment and calm each other down but it was interrupted but a knock on the door and Alison appearing again. I JUST LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE HEART
OK, I KNOW YOU DIDN'T MEAN THAT LIKE SOMETHING RELATED TO AMTC BUT IN MY HEAD IT IS
SO, HOW FAR HAVE OUR BABIES COME??? THEY ARE MARRIED NOW
AND SHE DIDN'T WANT A BOYFRIEND
SHE HAD A BEST FRIEND, A BOYFRIEND, A FIANCÉ AND NOW SHE HAS HER HUSBAND, AND IT WAS ALL IN ONE PERSON.
I THINK FREY IS PROUDLY LOOKING AT THEM😌🥹
AND WOODY IS PLANNING HIS WAY TO ASK HER TO MARRY HIM 😂
THANK YOU LOZ, YOU JUST MADE MY DAY WITH THAT
YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND THE WAY YOU WRITE EMOTIONS, CAUSE I CAN FEEL EVERYTHING YOU WRITE
YOU PUT SOOOO MUCH LOVE IN THIS LITTLE FIC🥹
THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR SHARING THAT🩷 LOVE YOUUUU🩷🌺
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THINKING ABOUT THIS AS MTC MASE AND Y/N
It’s made me like this fic even more now 🤭🥺
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Tonight I’m lay in bed thinking what would make me happy, I’m thinking how I wish I could speak with someone how I feel and not be a burden, I have this idea, a side of me I wish I could live however my brain somehow won’t let me achieve it and be happy, Its selfish I know but wish I could wake up every morning in a pretty cottage and pick a pretty outfit every day and not wear the same smelling clothes I do everyday, I wish I could go down stairs and make myself a coffee and have eggs and bacon with my lover we would eat together at the table and tell each over what we will do together that day, as life is short. After I eat I will go into my garden, my garden is beautiful and it is always sunny and my tulips are always shining in the sun with all my other flowers that I have grown and I will sit in my garden and I will read a book in the morning sunshine, later on I will go out on a bike ride or a walk and I will explore all the beautiful scenery, I’ll walk my dogs in the sunshine as it is always sunny in my garden and my area, once I get home I’ll greet my lover with a kiss and we will cook our lunch together, our kitchen it beautiful, it has blue walls and homemade pottery, after we eat together I’ll go to my art studio and I’ll paint the most beautiful painting in this world (I’ll teach myself to paint) and I’ll run to my lover once I’ve finished and they will be so happy and excited and tell me how much they love it, of course the painting symbolises us and together we will pick the perfect place on the wall and hang up the painting and they will give me a kiss on the head and congratulate me (of course I am a successful artist in this life) after we cook our dinner, tonight it is like a picnic and we lay a blanket on the grass of my garden and we eat, there is strawberries and lots of other foods we have grown together, after we have eaten we will explore the garden and pick our favourite flowers and we will put them in a vase on our dining room table, a beautiful thing we have both worked so hard to make, tomorrow we will take them out the jar and we will dry them so they last forever and hang them on our wall and tomorrow we will do the same, however while the flowers Rest in their water we go back outside and watch the sunset in eachovers arms, we hold each over as my sunny garden is surrounded by a pink sky just like the colours of my flowers and then it turns into the most beautiful night sky filled with stars and together we will point out the stars like we do every night and once we get tired we will help each over go to bed we will sleep and we will do the same thing again and again until we pass but we will pass knowing we spent every day in the sunshine surrounded by flowers and beauty and especially being loved by eachover, one day my paintings will be found and others will see how beautiful and peaceful our lives were and hopefully be inspired to do the same, hopefully the world would be a better place if we actually lived how we wanted too instead of getting a dead end job I want to be happy however I seem to ruin everything I do maybe one day I’ll achieve this life <3
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i am back here again
i thought that i would actually be happier, i am. but why do i still feel so.. hurt? and alone?
a month+ ago, i started talking to my first love again. he’s my everything. i’ve always loved him so much. nothing in this world can make me hate him, and that’s the thing. i can never hate him. he can make me so so angry, and so sad, or make me cry for days, or make me want to kill myself. but i would never hate him.
i love every moment we spend tgt ever since we met again. i still remember the feeling. 1st June 2022. he has js finished work n i finally am able to look forward to gg to yishun. i always waited at the same spot, even for my friends. when i saw him again, my heart felt so full. when i hugged him, it felt like i’m at home. i didn’t even feel nervous, maybe just a little bit, but i was still so comfortable with him. when i saw him again, that’s when i realised, i’ve always loved him. everything about him. his smile, his eyes, his voice, the way he look at me. it’s like i fell in love all over again. his hair grew longer, he also grew taller, i hope he grew up as well as a person.
aft that day, we started meeting more often. talking more often. he is so special to me. i wld drop anybody for him. he is the love of my life. someone i’ll always remember n love forever. i never not enjoy a day we spent together. no matter what we do, it’ll alw leave a smile on my face n make me cherish it forever. i never want to lose him over smtg so stupid again.
having to leave him last year broke my heart so bad. i never wanted to leave him. i never wanted to be with someone new. i wanted it to be him. the person i’ll marry n have kids with. the person i travel the world n check off my bucket list with. the person i want to try every food we haven’t try bfr. the person i want to see the world with. the person i want to be beside me the rest of my life, holding my hand n never letting go. he was my special person.
but what hurts me now, is that i feel like it’s not the same for him with me. i see him as someone so special n unique in my life, but what if i’m not?
today we met n tried food that his mom loves, bfr today we alr had some stupid conflict. i thought that today wld be better, bc i’m meeting him n i js want to see him aft a week in mysia. we went to the airport n watch planes, at that moment, in my head all i can think abt is how much i love him, n the many things i want to do with him in the future, like travel n seeing the world. holding his hands alw make me feel so safe n loved, his hands are always so warm. i always loved his touch n hugs n kisses. whenever i feel like that i wld always hug his hand even tighter bc i never want to lose that feeling. when we were abt to go home, i saw that he has this location saved as ‘gf’ at that moment i really didn’t know what to do. my mind rly went blank but i cld still feel my heart broke.
he tried talking to me, but i’ve alr shut my feelings off bc i didn’t want to feel the hurt. but my mind is alw so stubborn n kept questioning him to make me feel worse, it’s what i always do, i always do things to make me feel even worse to purposely hurt myself as if i deserve it. i really wanted to cry so bad. whenever i feel like that i wld just smoke, n pray that my tears wld go away. i cldnt even look at him bc the person i saw hours ago is not the same anymore. i just see him as i did last year when he kept lying to me n hiding things frm me. i saw him as the person who hurt me last year. i cldnt even keep eye contact bc i know how much it’ll hurt me.
i really js wanted to go home n cry. i covered my hurt n sadness with anger bc i hate letting ppl see that i’m hurt. on the way back to sengkang, i tried so hard to hold my tears, so many things were on my mind. i started questioning if everything he said or did was js fake n it was to lead me on making me feel that it’s all okay. to be honest, i don’t know why he alw try make everything look and sound perfect. it always feel like it. it always feel like white lies. but i’ve always been trying to trust him again since the start, if he says he alr did what i told him to, i wldnt check anymore i wld js trust that he did. wtv he said, i trust. but at that moment i didn’t know if it’s smtg i wld regret. so i did what i did last year, checking his phone. it’s something i neevr wanted to do again. i really didn’t want to. my feelings was in control of me again.
i felt used, with all that moment we shared, was it all js fake? when he said all those girls meant nothing, why did he save it as gf then? why does he keep trying to say all these good things like they meant nothing, that he alr blocked them, but in the end it alw proves that what he said was wrong?
he asked me if i wanted to leave him. in my head, it wasn’t like that. i did thought that belong alone would be better, n i don’t have to deal with these type of nonsense worrying if my bf is lying. but leaving him? no, i never want that, not even last year. i only ever leave is to protect myself, but i wld never want to leave the guy i love so much.
even aft all of this, i don’t hate him.
i know that i love him so very much still. i still care abt him. i’m js so hurt. n tired. i am so so exhausted, having to deal with this type of bullshit. i just don’t know what to say to him anymore. i am just so drained. crying won’t even help me. i just want this to end. all i ever wanted today was to spend time with him, just me n him. not some stupid thoughts in my head or something on his phone that hurt me. am i just bound to never falling in love? am i hard to love? am i meant to never marry?
i wish i had all the answers to all my thoughts, instead of drowning in them all the time.
i just need rest, i just need my pain to stop, i am extremely tired. i hope that this pain would go away soon enough.
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I’ve Told You Now - Bucky Barnes smut
The one where alpha!Bucky fucks you in front of the other avengers
Warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, public sex, oral (f), p in v, possessiveness
Word count: 2.3k
A/N: Thank you to my lovely @wakingbeauty for giving this a read for me! This is strictly the product of mine and @navybrat817‘s belief that public sex should be more common in A/B/O dynamics, so there you have it 😊 Also, I used a prompt the sweet @jbreenr gave me ages ago for a headcanon and I asked to save it for this story since it made such perfect sense! Hope you guys like it! I might write more public sex A/B/O smut in the very near future!
Bucky’s P.O.V.
Everyday was the same. I’d wake up and join the rest of the team for breakfast to find out that despite the fact that someone had saved me a seat, that same someone had thought of a new joke to make at my expense.
If I thought Tony’s nicknames were bad, this was a whole new level. It’s like she wanted to find all the little ways to annoy me, while still remaining mindful of my recovery process and triggers.
I’d never met an omega like that before. Back in my time, omegas were mostly prim and proper, almost shy around alphas, even if they were starting to show a little more skin and entertain the possibility of staying closer to us for longer periods of time.
I wasn’t used to someone who felt so comfortable with my intimidating aura, and the alpha in me definitely couldn’t grow used to seeing so much of her skin all the time. By now, I was sure she was doing it on purpose.
She knew how it affected me, she could smell it - every omega was able to identify when a nearby alpha was aroused. And I knew it turned her on in return. I was also biologically wired to sense that.
It was basically a game of who would break first. And I knew she thought she would win, but my resolve still wasn’t broken.
“Ah… What a lovely day. So full of possibilities… if you’re not a hundred years old,” she quickly added, throwing me a glance that had me rolling my eyes. “What do you say, grandpa? Feel like going out for a run?”
Who knows what I would have answered if she hadn’t decided to pull her hair up right at the second Wanda opened the window to look out into the field? The smile that had been on my face quickly dropped when I was hit with a heavy wave of her scent and my knees buckled as I tried to hold myself back from just jumping on top of her.
Unfortunately, because awareness was not something she seemed capable of having, she did not realize my struggle. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t even keep up anymore?” The growl that escaped my chest at her joke was all the warning she needed to finally understand what was going on.
“I’ll show you what I can keep up.” I was on her in a second, my consciousness of our surroundings reduced to absolutely nothing. It was only her and me, and the way our lips moved as I guided her back to the couch, until we both fell on top of it.
“Is this what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I tore her shirt with a simple flick of my wrist. “Is this how you wanted it to happen? For me to lose all control and just take you right here?” All that left her was a garbled sound, her hands clawing at my back as I easily got rid of her jeans until they were nothing but scraps on the floor and then exposed her pussy to the tower’s living room.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, immediately leaning down to get a taste of her. Sweet and wet and mine, all mine. I had no idea where that possessive instinct had come from, but I would be crazy to ignore it - especially since it felt like I��d kill and die for her at that very second.
Her hips jerked up, instinctively searching for my tongue, but a breeze of clarity seemed to brush over her and make her sit up on her elbows, looking down at me. I knew what was running through her mind before she said it, and I wasn’t having any of it.
“You better lay back down and let me savor my meal,” I warned, knowing the rest of the team had gathered around to watch the show. I didn’t have to take my eyes off her debauched state to know it, but her gaze was on them, even if the rest of her body was still spread open for anyone to see, uncaring of the fact that we were being watched.
“You poked the beast, now you’ll entertain it,” Steve warned, shaking his head as if to scold us, but when I met his eyes, I could see the glint of desire in them. He wanted to be in my position, he wanted to have his own tongue shoved deep inside my girl’s pussy, and it only made me eat her more hungrily.
“Eyes on me, ‘mega,” I called out to her once I saw her eyes linger on Steve. “Let them watch, that’ll keep them away from you.” She groaned at the possessiveness in my words, but it was the sounds of someone who was relishing in it. And I was relishing in her juices.
“Fuck!” She cursed when I buried my tongue as far as it could go in her, something deep inside of me desperate to be drowning in her scent. “Should have gotten you mad before.”
The thought was amusing to me. Did she really think this was only the result of pent-up anger, and not months of desire and lust that had finally spilled from my weakened resolve?
“Well…” I started, pushing two fingers inside of her to scissor her open for me, although my scent had already made her body as prepared for an Alpha an Omega could get.
I was a bit larger than usual Alphas, though - courtesy of the serum - so I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t go through any pain whatsoever. “You keep me mad all the fucking time, kitten.”
Y/N’s P.O.V.
“With desire or anger, it doesn’t really care,” he continued, like it was any ordinary day and we were chatting in the living room, our usual teasing banter taking over the conversation, instead of him eating me out on the couch in front of all of our teammates while I was spread out for their eyes to take in.
“You’re always a tease to me, in one way or another.” His huge hands massaged the inside of my thighs as he finally lowered himself to suck on my nub again, making me instinctively buck my hips up in search of his tongue.
“Stay…” he ordered in his Alpha tone, and the whine that broke free from my chest was more animal than human now. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of sinful, licking me from ass to clit with an eagerness I had never expected the former Winter Soldier to have.
But I guess today I was discovering all of my fantasies about Bucky had been a bit misplaced. For one, I never thought he’d be the type of Alpha to take me in such a public environment.
In every dirty dream I’d had, Bucky was far too possessive to allow anyone to explore what was his - even if it was only visually - but what I’d come to learn was that while he was definitely dominating, there was a hint of exhibitionism in his craving.
He liked to have people see him break me into a million pieces only to glue me back together with a lick of his tongue. He liked that they were seeing his talent - and I had to admit, by what I saw in his friend’s stare, that they were also admiring me too.
And he got off on that. I didn’t expect it would make me get off too.
“Delicious,” he hummed when he finally pulled away from my cunt, having brought me to my release and licked it off of me. Still, an overwhelming amount of wetness covered the lower part of his face, prompting me to raise myself to my elbows and lick my own juices off of his lips, the omega in me begging to scent him as mine.
“You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He chuckled once the surprise faded away, easily manhandling me onto my stomach, the sound of a zipper being opened denouncing that he had undressed.
“Keep fucking me and you’ll find out.” I heard him spitting behind me, a shiver running up my spine as I realized he was playing with himself while looking at me presenting for him.
“Oh, I’ll do much better than that.” That was all the warning I got before I felt the head of his member poking my entrance, slowly but surely sliding in until he had bottomed out.
My whines became intensified when he pulled me up by my hair, his free hand covering my breast to rub my nipple as he whispered, “I’m gonna claim you, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for that? Think you’ll be able to take it?”
I was quickly realizing I had severely underestimated the man inside of me, even if not to the extent he thought I had. I was not ready for that. I don’t think I ever would be, but fuck if I wasn’t gonna take it anyway.
Because it was so much better than I ever imagined it to be.
“No more playing hard-to-get,” Bucky continued, finally starting to move and immediately settling on a punishing pace. “No more teasing me with your short skirts and tempting scent. You’ll be mine now, ‘mega. Forever. How does that sound?”
God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to keep exercising this complete control over my body that he had so easily managed to take. His cock was stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before, his inflated knot slamming against my opening with each thrust.
“Always mocking me… Am I too old for you now?” I shivered as he licked a stripe up my neck. I knew he wouldn’t actually bite me in front of everyone - a claiming ritual was a sacred ritual, even the most feral of Alphas respected the intimacy of that. But the way he was taunting me was all too arousing, I couldn’t deny it. “Tell me.”
His hand squeezed my hip, looking for an answer. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. His palm slipped further down, finding my clit, and as two fingers rubbed my own juices, around it, I screamed.
“N-No!” Bucky chuckled against my neck, body continuing his onslaught against mine as he nuzzled my scent gland. “Y-you’re not too old for me. Take me, take me please.” His coos were too provoking, making me cry out loud at the mocking sound.
“Aw, kitten…” His warm mouth breathed the next words against my ear, “I already did.” He turned my face towards his with his fingers tangled in my hair, engulfing my mouth with his.
“Alright.” A familiar voice spoke from not too far, startling me for a second as I once again was reminded that we were still very much surrounded by our team. “You two might just be the sexiest mates I’ve ever seen fuck.”
A growl escaped Bucky’s chest at hearing someone refer to us as mates for the first time, and I panted in need, desperate to cum, desperate for him. “Seen a lot of mates fuck, Romanoff?” He nibbled at my ear, hands roaming over my body as if to make it very clear to every person watching that they could look all they wanted, I was still his.
“You have no idea.” Looking over a bit to the side from where she was seated, there rested Sam’s almost limp body, a hand curled over his boner as his eyes never wavered from the place I was connected to the man behind me.
“Well, I know what I’m gonna think about tonight.” Something between a laugh and a moan escaped me, making Bucky growl again, hands pushing me back down onto the couch as his hips picked up the pace with which they’d ruin me.
To say I was soaked was the understatement of the century. I could feel it, running down my thighs, drenching the couch underneath me. I don’t know how we’d be able to use it again, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.
“I am begging you to let me lick her pussy after you guys are done,” came Tony’s voice, and I knew Bucky would growl in his direction just from the way his fingers pressed tightly on the flesh of my hips. “Not that type of Alpha, sorry, I got it.”
I heard his footsteps retreating quickly, probably scared of what Bucky would do to him once we were done, but in the Alpha’s defense, Tony seemed to disappear from his mind the second he left the room, all of his senses directed to me and his goal of making me cum around his cock.
“C’mon, kitten,” he whispered, fingers easily locating my clit to play with me as he pulled me up to rest against his chest one more. “Come for me, milk me dry.” That was all I needed to give him what he wanted, and although I was anticipating to moan loudly as I creamed his knot, his mouth covered mine to swallow all of my sounds in a deep kiss, hands protectively covering me while pawing at my breasts at the same time.
“Steve,” Bucky called after he managed to catch his breath, having fallen on top of me on the couch once his knot popped open. “I won’t be able to work out with you today.”
I looked up as best as I could to find Steve already staring at us, although red from head to toe. “That’s understandable,” he spoke in a thick, rough voice that I barely recognized as his. “You seem to have worked out enough already.”
Bucky stopped running his nose against my cheek at his friend’s attempt at teasing, a slow smirk taking over his face as he joined me and stared at his friend. “Oh, I’m not nearly done,” he warned. “You’re more than welcome to join us for some cardio, if you want to.”
The soft smile Steve sent our way told us everything we needed to know about his plans for the evening.
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The genshin men: fatherhood edition
With: Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Albedo and Baizhu
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Childe:
Ajax loves kids and he’ll make that known early on in your relationship
Like...This man wants five or more kids but he’ll settle for four. He dreams of a big family, getting to surround himself with you and your kids every night for family dinners, everyone getting together for big birthday parties or reunions! That’s his dream life! Plus, in Snezhnaya, most families have more than two kids anyways
He will cry so hard when his babies are placed in his arms for the first time, I mean he’s a mess. Nose is running, eyes puffy, lost of sniffling lmao he is so excited to be a dad!! Don’t you dare tell the other Harbingers how much he cried...What do you mean you took a picture when he wasn’t looking??? Hey??!?!
With his obscene amount of mora, he’ll buy a huge house that will accommodate everyone. Anything you want will be purchased that day or within 48 hours, the same goes for the kids
But they’ll all learn to be thankful for what they have. They’ll learn to fight, fish and speak multiple languages. He has high expectations but let’s face it, he’ll be proud of them no matter what
You’re gonna have to be the one to put your foot down though because Ajax doesn’t enjoy being the ‘mean parent’, he has trouble saying no to the kiddos which can create some tension between you and your husband. He has good intentions of course!! He doesn’t wanna say no to those cute, freckled faces!!
Zhongli:
Zhongli is nervous about having kids because he’s immortal. So this will go one of two ways. 1. You have the baby and the baby ends up not being immortal (or you adopt a baby who is not immortal) Then he loses you both. OR 2. You have the baby and it inherits his immortality and becomes an adeptus. Now he and the baby will have to watch you die while they both life forever.
Either way...It hurts him to think about because he loves you!! He wants to have a family with you!! He wants to give you that perfect family life every human desires!! But he’s torn
You two will just have to figure it out.
Zhongli will be a strong, male figure for your kid(s) and he will instill that traditional kindness and respect into their behavior. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ always, always offer to help someone who needs it, do good deeds and you will feel accomplished, be the best you you can be, alway try your hardest because that’s all that matters
He will be sure that your kid(s) always feel loved ALWAYS. Zhongli will tell them stories, cook for them, take them to school, anything that needs to be done. When you’ve had a rough day, he’ll step in to take over for the night without being asked. He shows interest in everything your kid(s) like and he will do his damn best to display every piece of artwork they make or every pretty rock they find
He...will make a great dad :’)
Kaeya:
Ooooh brother, at first Kaeya says no he doesn’t want kids but...Then he starts thinking about it
He observes the happy families that walk around the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, how the kiddos smile and laugh with their parents. He’ll patrol in the afternoons, usually rounding the corner just in time to see the city’s kids leave school for the day, watching as they all run down the street to go home to their parents or play in the fountain together...Yeah, that really warms his heart
He’d want one or two kids, preferably two to avoid an only child being lonely. He isn’t on the best terms with Diluc but he can admit that they had a great childhood together, playing at the winery and running around as brothers do
Kaeya would be a very patient, understanding father. He doesn’t have much of a temper so he’d use the kids’ mistakes as learning opportunities instead of getting upset at them
He would be obsessed with the kids when they’re babies though oh man if you thought you had baby fever, he has it times ten! He loves holding the baby, watching with a twinkling eye as his baby grasps his thumb with its tiny hand... adorable
And if your kids inherited his eyes, his star shaped pupils that his ancestors passed down to him...He’s gonna get emotional
Everyone at the knights’ headquarters and the Angel’s Share will get sick of him REALLY fast cause he won’t stop bragging about how cute and smart his kids are lmao
Diluc:
Diluc would be such a soft dad don’t even get me started
He loves you so much of course he wants to have kids with you! Is that even a question?? He won’t be the one to bring it up unless he gets the feeling that you want kids but once you ask, he’ll agree so fast
He’ll be grateful to even have one kid with you :’) and he’ll be fine with however many kids YOU want. You want one kid? Perfect! You want four? No problem, the manor is big enough for ten! You...you want ten...? Time to hire some more maids then lmao
Diluc is a worry wart though, he’ll be afraid to hold the baby, feed it, bathe it, he’s terrified of hurting the baby or the baby suddenly hating him. So just help him out!! Cause when he gets comfortable with the baby, he’ll be in full dad mode
He isn’t embarrassed to walk around the manor, conducting business with a baby strapped to his chest!
Diluc is a very kind, gentle dad who will always offer helpful solutions to the kiddos’ problems. He’ll make sure all of their needs are met while also trying to avoid spoiling them... Too much... There will be a fair amount of spoiling...
His own father wasn’t too affectionate with him so that’s why he’ll be affectionate with his kids! Hugs and kisses when he tucks them in at night, big dad hugs when they get home from school, holding their hands in the busy streets of Mondstadt. His father was a great dad! He just aims to be better.
Xiao:
Like Zhongli, he worries about the mortality thing. Since he’s an Adeptus, his kid will certainly be an Adeptus too if you have kids together.
He also worries that his kid(s) will hate him. His duty is to kill demons which means that rain or shine, holidays, special occasions, day or night he’s gotta be ready to go slaughter demonic beings. So he’ll inevitably miss out on important stages in the kiddos’ lives
And admittedly... He’ll be scared of his kids lmao
They’re screaming, crying, barfing, pooping, laughing, screaming again...He can’t predict their behavior. It’s unsettling. All of that goes away one night when you sit him down and place your sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes go wide...And he just watches. This tiny, little baby...Feels no fear for him. It’s comforted by his presence. He almost cries...ALMOST
He’s still pretty much the same Xiao we all know and love but now he has a kid. “Slaying demons is what I do...Hey, go back inside and finish your dinner. Yes, even your vegetables. I don’t care that you don’t like them-...Fine. Don’t tell your mother, bring them to me. I’ll eat them” cute :)
He’s a protective dad and husband, he’d never let anyone or anything harm his beloved family
Venti:
Venti....does not want kids. He thinks they’re cute! He likes the idea of kids but he knows he wouldn’t enjoy actually having kids
You two already have so much fun together!! You don’t need a kid!! You guys have dogs!! Dogs are like kids! But they’re more independent and they’re cuter!
He’ll feel bad if you want kids and he doesn’t, he really will! But it’ll be nearly impossible to convince him cause he’s made his mind up :/
Venti’ll make it up to you somehow though, he’ll take you out more and show you all of the adventures you guys can have if there aren’t kids around
But for the sake of fatherhood headcanons, let’s pretend he gave in. Venti would be a very caring dad. He would cuddle the hell out of this kiddo and sing to them :’) the only problem is that Venti doesn’t like being tethered to one place for too long so he tends to take off and not come back for a few days... :(
Albedo:
Albedo wants kids mostly just to see what fatherhood would be like. He’s always been curious about what that part of his life would be like so why not have a kid
He’d be good with one kid, two at most cause after practically raising Klee, he knows how some kids can be and...He doesn’t have the mental capacity for more than two kids at a time lmao
He tries his best to show more emotion in his face. We all know he usually sits like this 😐 and goes ‘wow im so happy right now’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was bored out of his mind right? So he’s gotta work on that. And when he musters up a smile for the baby and it smiles back at him????? Yeah...He’s gonna try to smile a lot more now
He definitely softens up once he becomes a dad, he shows emotion more than he used to and surprisingly, he takes time off of work. Shocker, I know! He decides that he’s been in the lab long enough and that he wants to be able to be there for these moments with you and his kid(s) :’) :’) He trusts Sucrose and Timaeus to take over for him for a couple hours
He keeps a journal for each kid and writes down the date and time they have their firsts or just interesting things they do ->
- 8/4: Baby sees and plays with a cat for the first time
- 9/5: Baby smacked me in the face and laughed so hard she threw up
-9/12: Baby learns that pulling my hair gets my attention. She now continues to do so
-10/15: Baby stays at Aunt Klee’s house for the first time
Baizhu:
Baizhu really loves kids, he works with them a lot and he considers Qiqi to be his daughter anyway but in terms of you guys having a kid together, with his condition he can probably only handle one kid running around
He will do his absolute best to be a good dad. Even if he feels like death, he’ll help change diapers, feed the baby, care for it when you need a break. He isn’t contagious so when you’re sleeping and he feels gross, he’ll sit back against the pillows with the baby on his chest, the three of you resting together (though he doesn’t fall asleep...that would be dangerous for the baby)
Baizhu already tends to nag at you about your health and lifestyle choices but now?? He’ll be a menace. He’ll be constantly evaluating your baby’s condition, checking to see if a certain food is giving them a rash or making sure their skin isn’t drying out. He’s hyper aware of your baby’s health and will be the one to treat them if they get sick
He’s a busy guy since he runs the pharmacy but he will always do his best to be present for your baby’s big milestones! And when your kid cries cause Baizhu’s medicine tastes like shit, he’ll do his best to not be disappointed in their reaction lmao
When you leave him alone with the baby, he’ll wrap a scarf around himself to tie the baby to his chest while he works and...he looks so cute :) dad baizhu <3 <3 <3 <3
Bonus points for him buying the baby toy medical equipment so he can get your kiddo interested in medicine :)
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