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gallavichsreddie1128 · 1 month

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Affair (Will Graham)

Description: Y/N cheats on Hannibal with Will but Hannibal doesn't give the reaction they thought he would.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1,926k

The question that you would never have to ask someone when they are married was the one that had to be asked now. Did Y/N love Hannibal? Did Y/N love her husband? That’s a stupid question. She married him right? Why wouldn’t she love him? But the answer to that wasn’t as simple as a yes or no. She did love Hannibal so much. He was everything she ever needed and wanted. He was an older man (which she always liked) . He was caring and listened to her. He made her feel safe. He made her the best dinners she could ever ask for. He was truly the best. That was until Will Graham came along.

Her and Will were the same age. They liked the same things. They were both smart and loved dogs. Hannibal never wanted to get any pets. So she unfortunately didn’t have any. Will was one of a kind and she wouldn’t have guessed he’d make her wanna be unfaithful to her husband. She knew what Hannibal did. She didn’t have a choice but to be okay with it. It was the only thing about him that she hated. She knew that Hannibal was the killer Will was after. She wanted to tell him but she felt like that would be worse than cheating on him.

Hannibal was smart. He wasn’t going to get caught that easy. He had so many tricks up his sleeve. Y/N felt awful about her feelings for Will. Who wouldn’t? Having a husband and loving someone else was the sin she knew she was committing. She wanted Will and not just in a sexual way. She watched him carefully as he ate dinner at their place. He never showed interest in her. I mean why would he? She was married after all. But Will noticed the interest she had in him. The stares at the dinner table, the accidental touches. Will wasn’t dumb. He knew that Y/N Lecter had a thing for him. He fought back and forth with himself about it. He always thought she was beautiful and since he had a feeling that he was right about Hannibal he felt like he’d be doing her a favor. Before he could act on it he got arrested. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be in there for but when he got out he would make a move.

She didn’t come to visit him at first. She didn’t want Hannibal knowing. She wrote him letters and told him to never respond and that she would come visit him when the time was right. Her letters filled with words of love and confession to me. She told him how ever since she met him she’s wanted him and that she knows it’s wrong but she can’t help it. She told him all the nasty things she wanted him to do to her when he was out and how she wanted a life with him. And the best part was she told him he was right about Hannibal. He couldn’t use the letters as evidence to support his claim given what else was written. But one way or another he would be free and Hannibal would be right where he was currently.

Y/N visited him days after her last letter was written. She managed to get there without Hannibal knowing. She sat and waited for them to bring Will. He wasn’t sure who came to see him but he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her. She looked so beautiful. She made eye contact with him and gave him a small smile. Once they were alone she cleared her throat. “I got your letters.” He said. She nodded and sighed. “I’m glad.” “I wanted to tell you that I feel the same way as bad as it sounds.” She chuckles at his words. “You shouldn’t feel bad. You don’t owe Hannibal anything. It’s me that has to carry this burden.” She says.

“It’s not a burden. Love isn’t.” He tells her and watches her smile a little. “What we have I believe is true love.” She looks at him . “Yeah and it’s also a sin.” She says. He shakes his head. “Y/N I know inside my heart that this is right even if it’s morally wrong. Hannibal is a monster and he doesn’t deserve you.” They both knew that if Hannibal even suspected anything it was over. She visited Will when she could and even told him that she found proof that Hannibal was sleeping with Alana. She couldn’t feel sad or hurt about it. She almost felt relief. Will saw it in her eyes as she told him, she was happy about it. Happy that Hannibal was also being unfaithful.

When Will got out the first thing he did was invite Y/N over. She knew Hannibal’s schedule so it was quite easy to get away without him knowing. The kiss they shared felt long overdue. It felt perfect and just right. Will held her in his arms as they made out in his bed under the covers naked. They took their time exploring each other’s bodies. His lips touched every inch of her and gave her orgasm and orgasm. When he was bare inside of her it felt like a puzzle piece getting put into place. It was crazy how perfect they were for each other. He watched her face as he thrusted into her. Her eyes were closed and her hands were gripping his shoulders and back. She was moaning his name softly. He looked at her with pure love in his eyes and watched as she came over and over again. On his tongue, fingers, face, cock she came all over him. When she gasped out his name and clenched around him, he knew that she was close and her body was shaking. He groaned as he felt his climax rising. She came first and it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. She cried his name as she thrusted up into him riding her high out. He cursed and came inside of her. She held him close as they both rode the waves of pleasure. They did that for hours making up for lost time. He kissed her sweetly as he held her in his arms. “I would love to stay but I need to get back before he suspects anything.” She says cupping his face. He sighed and stared at her.He wished she would never leave and just stayed here. She wanted that too but Hannibal was dangerous.

Will hadn’t been happier after that night. He was doing great after that and Jack and Hannibal didn’t know what was going on. Y/N hid the happiness so it didn’t look like they shared it. She watched Hannibal as she laid in their bed. He smiled at her as he got in next to her. She gave him a smile back and they shared a kiss before going to sleep.

She got up and rushed to the bathroom. She felt sick and almost puked on the floor but she didn’t. Her head was pounding as she sat up from the toilet. Hannibal was working so he didn’t hear her. She heard all the stories and how things worked. She had a feeling she was pregnant. She just had to make sure .

Positive it read. She had tears in her eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was from sadness or happiness. Hannibal and her haven’t had sex in awhile but Will on the other hand she had been sleeping with. She stared at the test not knowing what to do. She was having a baby and it wasn’t her husband’s. He would know eventually, she couldn’t hide it forever. Hannibal walked into the bathroom to see his wife holding the pregnancy test. He saw the tears streaming down her face as she didn’t even blink. “Love, are you okay?” He asked her. She looked up at him like a deer in headlights. The truth was out.

Will knocked on the door of the Lector’s and Hannibal answered. He invited Will in and he saw her. She didn’t look so happy and didn’t even look at him. He sat down across from her but she didn’t even look up at him. Hannibal was getting the food ready and didn’t even pay any mind to Will’s reaction. Hannibal brought over the food and announced what they were eating. He noticed Will staring at Y/N. They didn’t talk for a while and just ate in uncomfortable silence. Will was really questioning what the hell was going on. Finally after the long silence Hannibal spoke up. “Will I have a gift for you.” He says. Will looks over at him and smiles. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” He says but Hannibal hands him the gift. “Well I guess Y/N is giving you the gift.” Will opened it and almost dropped it.

A positive Pregnancy test. Y/N started crying. He looks over at her and she sighs. “Will I’m so sorry.” He looks at Hannibal. “Well, do you like your gift?” Hannibal asked him. Will looked down at the test again and back at Y/N. “Y/N and I haven’t made love in awhile. So I knew there was no way it was mine. She confessed everything to me after she cried her eyes out Will.” Will’s eyes didn’t leave Y/N. “Will, you’ve been fucking my wife.” Hannibal states and stands up. “Though I have no right to be mad about that as I’ve been sleeping with Alana.” Hannibal moved to sit next to Will. “Only I didn’t get her pregnant.” Will looked over at Hannibal as he talked. “See this could have been avoided and kept taboo if you two would have used protection.” “Is that all you care about?” Will asked him. “Will I don’t fucking care that you slept with my wife, like I said I slept with Alana. What I care about is you getting her pregnant so now Y/N and I can’t be together. I won’t raise another man’s child.” Y/N still didn’t say a word. Hannibal got up and went to Y/N.

He knelt down to her and sighed. “Love, I have to kick you out. You are bearing another man’s child.” She looked up at him. “See you don’t care that I’m kicking you out. I see it in your eyes. That hurts but I guess we just weren’t meant to be.” He shrugged. Will was so confused on why Hannibal was so calm about this. He didn’t even get a second to think about the child he will have. Hannibal stands up and clears his throat. “I want you out of my house by tomorrow. I’ll send over the divorce papers and Will can take care of you now.” He said. He acted like he didn’t care that this didn’t bother him. Though Will knew that Hannibal was good at hiding stuff. Scary good.

Y/N was moved into Will’s house and the divorce papers were signed. They both thought how he acted was scary and Will had to get more locks for the door. Hannibal was a force to be reckoned with. He was dangerous and nobody knew his next move. Will played with the ring he planned on using tonight. He felt happy again. Of course Hannibal will be on his mind but he was going to be a dad. He had the love of his life and he couldn't ask for anything else.

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cocteaucherry · 3 months

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slowburn ༺

summary- slow burn with Nanami

cws- slow burn, tooth rotting fluff, suggestive comments, Nanami x reader, wing man gojo vry brief.

a/n-(inspired by slow burn by infinity song, I recommend listening to it while reading :3

Nanami knew it was stupid to wait for someone

Even more stupid if it was juvenile love

But he was waiting for you.

He wishes he could grow the balls to ask you out after all it’s been how many years , you two could qualify as a married couple with how your routines collide.

Every morning he would walk with you to the subway station, you both got off at the same station going your separate ways for work. He did corporate work, you worked as a pediatrician, you both went to lunch and he’d always bring a singular rose.

He’d walk you home first wishing you goodnight and giving you a hug, once your front door shut his fingers would rub each other relishing in the lasting touch of your soft skin. Even though he had already said goodnight he’d send another one.

kento: goodnight sweetheart, get good rest I’ll see you tomorrow morning ❤️

Sweetheart was a nickname he had given you, something innocent you thought but did you want something innocent?

Nanami had grown love sick, he had also grown insecure, after all these years, would you want him? He hadn’t even had his first kiss or first time yet would you want someone experienced? Then he bought himself back to reality, you were a sweetheart (while petty at times) you weren’t shallow.

Even after all these years your old friends were growing irritated with your years long slow burn, Satoru especially.

“I’ve never been this invested in someone’s life go more than twenty minutes, this is just torture y/n-“

“Well then butt out Satoru.” You huffed crossing your arms.

“I can’t, seeing you both dance around each other and not make moves is awful- you’re both oblivious.”

“Well! If you’re so smart, help me Satoru.”

He sighed lifting his blindfold to rub his eyes, “Ever thought of just asking him out like a normal person?”

“Kento is so much more than a normal person.. I want it to be special.”

Satoru rolled his eyes with a grin, “Well Nanami probably hasn’t had his first kiss which means..-“ he started chuckling looking at you.

“Satoru-“

“I’m just sayin-“

“Satoru please.”

“Be his first good fuc-“ he was cut off by your phone coming in contact with his infinity causing the screen to crack, “Ouhhh.. good luck with that.”

You groaned loudly picking up your phone, great another thing to fix.

It was a Friday evening, it was heavily raining and you and Nanami were taking shelter under the awning of a shop. “I think we should try it tomorrow. It sounds great.” You grinned.

“Really? As cute as a cat cafe sounds it doesn’t sound hygienic,” he hummed.

“Ehh, but it sounds cute.”

“Anything is cute to you.” A smile tugged at his lips as he pulled out an umbrella handing it to you.

“Kento come on, I really don’t need it!” You tucked your hands in your pockets as you glared at his tired eyes.

“I’m making sure you don’t get a cold, your job is basically being a doctor anyway, horrible way to promote business.”

“Orrr, we can just share the umbrella, I’ll just stand close!”

“W-Whatever works for you.”

Huh he stuttered and must be cold.

Your arms found Nanami clinging closely to him, his hands shaking as he opened the umbrella. “Let’s get going.” He smiled a shade of pink creeping up his neck.

The walk was possibly the calmest scenic walk of your life, the rain pattering around the umbrella as you cling tightly to the blonde man’s arm.

Nanami was cracking. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, your soft touches, your voice, the way you say his name. He wanted to rip his face off from the absolute childish behavior he exhibited towards you.

Once he made it towards your very familiar walkway Nanami didn’t wanna let go, his arm tightening around your hand. “Well I’ll see you tomorrow Kento!”

No no no, he couldn’t stand watching you walk away again he watched you walk away approximately 4,380 days.

Just as you slipped from his grip, a tight hold was bound on your wrist, you turned around frantically to stare at Kento as he gazed at you, his stoic expression replaced with a worried one.

“Y/N please let me speak to you.”

You stood still gripping your coat sleeve tightly hoping this was what you were expecting, “I’m all ears.”

“As you know.. I’m not good at expressing emotions but I've been deeply enamored with you since the day I saw you.”

You couldn’t help the smile, a small giggle that came out your mouth, you saw his demeanor shrink and you immediately shook your head. “No no no! It was just your word choice! No one has ever said that to me.”

Nanami’s hand lightly gripped yours as he continued, “It’s about time someone had, and I wanna be the first.. The truth is, I want to be with you everywhere, I want to date, to marry, to grow old with you.. I want us to have unforgettable experiences-“ he was cut off by a pair of lips on his, you had made a move.

His calloused hands wrapped around your waist forgetting the umbrella and this being both of yours first kiss it was mostly teeth. When you pulled away the soft assault of raindrops dropping into your hair made you smile, “I want that too Kento..”

“Just wish you had told me earlier before I had my first kiss at twenty-six.” you playfully smacked his chest.

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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THE PARENT TRAP PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 1998 film

what's going on?

i have class and you don't.

i'll tell you what i'm gonna do.

what was your mother like?

i agree. it totally sucks.

we actually did it!

still biting those nails, i see.

oh, don't do this to me. i'm already seeing double.

any of your pictures ruined?

it's time to break up this little love fest.

you're young, beautiful, sexy...

i may never be alone with you again.

what do you expect? to live happily ever after?

what did you call me?

yes. to all of the above.

ooh, let me help you with that.

you know, sometime if we're ever really alone maybe we could talk about what happened between us.

i'm sorry, it's just i've missed you so much.

get the picture?

it ended so fast.

wow, suddenly you're so interested in math!

have you seen your father?

i would pay big money to see that woman climb a mountain.

who are you, robert de niro? yes, i am talking to you.

you probably don't remember me...

if that's the way you want it, then let the games begin.

this arrangement really sucks.

come here, we have to talk.

i think there's something on your head.

i love oreos. at home, i eat them with peanut butter.

okay, sorry. got a little nervous!

the man went completely ashen like i was the bloody ghost of christmas past.

can one of you get something cold for my head?

this is so scary.

i promise i'll make your lives miserable.

i think it's an awesome idea. inspired. brilliant, really.

i know. it seems like it's been forever.

okay, on the count of three, we'll show them to each other.

this is beyond coincidence. this is beyond imagination!

i know she was really beautiful.

most people find that totally disgusting.

totally, it's like a dream come true.

will you stop thinking about your stomach at a time like this?

i'm really thirsty.

i think you're kind of missing the point.

hey, you sounded just like me!

i learned it at camp.

it's me or them.

let's discuss this calmly. calmly and rationally.

this is so scary.

i've never been so happy in my entire life.

i have a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!

excuse me?

may your life be far less complicated than mine.

that's where i have to go.

what are you doing here?

we were so young. we both had tempers, we said stupid things so i packed.

i made the mistake of not coming after you once. i'm not going to do that again no matter how brave you are.

what has gotten into you?

you didn't come after me.

that's perfectly... perfect. have fun.

you can't get married!

i'm not so hungry anymore.

that really doesn't matter anymore.

i suppose you just expect me to go weak at the knees, and fall into your arms, and cry hysterically.

don't shut your eyes!

i'm going to take the lead.

we have a butler?

we decided to switch places.

honey, you never looked better.

this is where we're eating?

that girl is without a doubt the lowest most awful creature to ever walk the planet.

can i hug her?

how exactly are we paying for this?

i'm supposed to, aren't i?

start unzipping.

go on, just do it.

i'm crawling back into bed, and sleeping 'til lunch.

i'll make you a little deal.

i didn't even know you spoke french.

nobody. forget i mentioned it.

i've loved you your whole life.

that does not sound like a possibility, babe.

it'll totally ruin completely everything!

you wanna know the real difference between us?

how did you know that?

that would be correct.

you have no idea.

mine's a pathetic little thing.

i just hope that one day you could love me as me.

thank you, thank you very much!

don't look at me. i don't know a thing.

you're g ood, but you're just not good enough.

what are you rummaging in your trunk for this time?

don't you realize what's happening?

this is so freaky.

if i didn't know any better, i'd say it's almost like you were... forget it. it's impossible.

i hope you're not mad because i love you so much.

loser jumps into the lake after the game.

i changed a lot over the summer.

i've never seen you and i've dreamt of meeting you my whole life.

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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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Rowan and Aelin make a pact to get married if they are both still single by 35. Now they’re 35 and get married to their best friend who they never previously saw in a romantic light

OKAY I LOVE THIS SO MUCH thank you for the prompt!!

word count: 837

warnings: idiots in love

enjoy!!

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"Hey." Rowan whispered into Aelin's ear as she slipped her hand into his, flashing her a conspiratorial grin. "Am I the only one who doesn't feel like this is real?"

Aelin snickered. "Yeah no, I'm still wondering if this is actually a fever dream."

The man at her side muffled a snort of laughter himself. "Pay attention, Ace, aren't we supposed to be all giddy on our wedding day?"

She pinched his side in retaliation, settling her grin as they walked out of the building, wedding license in hand. "Once it settles in that I'm married, yeah."

He laughed. "Well, maybe it'll settle in once everyone's had a few toasts drunk, hmm?"

"I'll drink to that."

Fifteen years ago, Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn had made a pact.

They may or may not have been slightly tipsy at the time.

After years of being best friends, standing at each other's sides through thick and thin and awful awful exes, they'd decided to be single and happy for the near future, until Aelin had flopped down onto the couch and complained that being single didn't guarantee her a way to get laid.

Rowan nearly choked on his beer. "Shit, Ace! Y'know bars and clubs and Tinder exist, yeah?"

"Sure, if you want to get disappointed," she scoffed. "Ugh, Ro, I just wanna know I'd have someone to make me cum!"

The first thing that sprang to his mind was incredibly inappropriate, so he did not let it come out his mouth. "Wanna make a deal?"

"What is this, Wheel of Fortune?" She smirked. "What's your idea?"

"If we're both single at 35, we should get married." He shrugged at her raised eyebrows. "What? People make these deals all the time, it's just a way of knowing you'll always have someone to, well, make you cum."

She tipped her head sideways, considering. "You know what, yeah. I agree."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah." She raised her bottle to him. "If we're single at 35, we're getting married." And they clinked bottles and drank on it, neither of them really believing that they'd both be single at 35.

Whether either of them nurtured a secret hope that they would fall in love with each other before that day came to pass, no one could say.

"So whose place are we gonna move into?" Rowan asked as he parked in front of his townhouse, opening the door for Aelin. "Since we're married now, ya know."

"I like my house better," she grinned. "Husband. Gods, it's weird to say that. In a good way," she hastened to add, seeing the way his brows knotted. "A very good way."

"Good," he chuckled, "'cause I don't want our marriage to be weird, wife."

Gods, the way that word sounded on his tongue made her feel...strange. Good strange.

Like she might be secretly in love with him strange.

She hid all those traitorous feelings under her trademark sass. "You gonna carry me through the doorway, darling husband?"

"If you wish, dear wife," he said grandly, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her inside, closing the door behind them before he set her back onto her feet.

"Such a gentleman," she laughed.

"Only the best for my wife." He winked. "Speaking of the best...fancy the best night of your life?"

Her brain froze. "I--what?!"

The softest of flushes graced his cheekbones. "Well--uh--isn't it traditional to, uh, consummate a marriage?" The poor flustered man was full-on blushing by the end of his stammered sentence. Years and years of sexual experience, and he still got tongue-tied mentioning anything even remotely sexual around her.

Because he was head over heels in love with her, and she didn't even suspect it.

"Oh, husband," Aelin crooned, the gleam in her turquoise eyes sending ripples of heat pulsing through his body, "if I'd have known you intended to bed me, I'd have worn my better lingerie."

Rowan took a step towards her. Another. Another, drawing so close that only a breath separated them, only a bare fraction of air that was rapidly growing thicker with heat and tension and twenty years of unspoken words. "You don't need lingerie to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he whispered.

"Ro," she breathed, something deep and unnamed breaking through her gaze. "Are you--"

He swallowed her question with a tentative kiss, his lips soft and warm and inviting and gods, just everything she'd ever dreamed of, his kiss an answer to her lingering question. Yes. Always yes.

"Aelin," he whispered against the delicate skin of her neck, his big hands pressing her into him, every curve of her melding so seamlessly, so perfectly, to every hard plane of him. "Are you--"

She answered his question with her own kiss, her hands freeing the zipper of the dress she'd worn, letting the fabric pool on the floor. "Yes," she murmured, reveling in the way his eyes traced her body, a love she hadn't known she could feel bursting up within her.

Always yes.

Always him.

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occult-roommates · 1 year

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Cringe failed woman

Akva went outside the house, she needed some air...Or maybe some water, she’s a mermaid after all. Either way, she could no longer stand the overall atmosphere of the previous situation. Athena went outside too, to make sure she was ok, and Akva vented away to her old childhood friend.

She never really enjoyed talking about it, but Akva does feel like a failure for multiple reasons. First of all, growing up kinda poor meant she had always been encouraged to work extra hard to so she could “make it” in life. Though of course, as long as in the end of the day she eventually settles down, gets married with a nice merman and pops out some merbabies. As a woman, it was her duty afterall.

Then she came out as a lesbian, and this expectation fell apart. Her younger relatives such as her siblings accepted her no problem, but her older one...it was an uphill battle. And then when it came out she did had a baby and put her up for adoption in spite of that...Like first she messed up not being a loser, now she’s even messing up being a woman, wow...She tried not to internalize this, but the feeling did caught on to her, and now that she sees she’s not even the best mother for the baby she gave birth to. She knows it’s silly, but it still hurt.

Athena: I mean, I know how you feel...You think I don’t feel like a failure? Akva: Aw, Jay, it’s ok. Enjoying wearing makeup doesn’t make you less of a man, and like we said at the airport, long hair is pretty common in merfolk. Athena: Ak...Akva I...I don’t wanna make this about me but...like

And just like that, Akva figured out where her friend was going with this. This was a bit of a shock, it makes sense considering Athena’s current look, but she 100% did not saw that coming.

Akva: Since when? How long did you know? Athena: I kinda knew pretty much since I hit puberty, but like, I thought it was just a healthy thought experiment that everyone goes through where you wonder what life would be like if you were born the opposite sex. Then I’d say, around the time Khaled died, so like senior year of high school, I knew for sure. But I knew my parents wouldn’t take it super well, and I felt like I was throwing away my future by coming out, so I tried to repress it...That is until last year, right before my birthday. I didn’t had the courage to tell anyone, but I had to stop lying to myself and that’s when I started doing some stuff like growing my hair out and buying some new clothes. Akva: And why didn’t you just tell June and I? Athena: I knew you too would likely not care, but I was still afraid. Especially since like, look at me, I know I don’t look like a woman! I feel more like a weird crossdresser currently, and I’m worried I’ll never look like one. I didn’t wanted to make everything awkward by just coming out as trans when I don’t pass. Akva: I mean, you’re never gonna pass if you stay closeted.

There was so much guilt involved in her situation too, like, she knew she used to be a pretty attractive dude, and now she’s throwing this away. On top of that, amongst her parents’ three kids, she was the only “son”.

Athena: And like, I always try to tell myself I’m lucky to be a man. Like, I’ll never have to worry about periods or my life being potentially ruined cause someone nutted in me...I’m sorry that’s the grossest way I could have described an unplanned pregnancy I don’t know why I said it like that. Akva: Well, there is more to being a woman that like...being able to make babies you know. Like, Paisley’s infertile. Athena: Then why do you feel like a failed woman cause you can’t raise a baby?

She got her there.

Akva: Well, I guess we’re both cringe failed women then. Athena: It’s...My name is Athena by the way. It was hard to pick, I thought about a weird compound name like my old one, but nah, didn’t felt like repeating my parents’ mistake and couldn’t come up with one that sounded as...I don’t know, iconic as Sanjayson. Then I read somewhere about not enough people being named after Greek gods, and like my mom is Greek so I took that opportunity. At first I considered Amphitrite as she is the goddess of the sea, but that was way too much of a mouthful and I couldn’t come up with a good nickname. Everyone knows Athena. I’ve been calling myself that for a good six-seven months now. Akva: Mind if I just call you Thena or Nana? Athena: Of course not! Akva: And also, I have a friend who’s a spellcaster, and I know genderbending potion are a thing, I could try getting you one. Athena: I did consider that, but like, but then I found out how hard they are to come by, especially if you’re not a spellcaster. Akva: I just said I have a friend who can make you one!

Well, that was one hell of a relief for Athena. Now, she just had to repeat it over and over again to everyone she knows, starting with June, and then working her way to her parents.

As for Akva well, you know...this does explain why she did felt a weird attraction towards her even though she’s a lesbian.

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Annyeonghaseyo Baeksussy, I have returned from Jeju and almost lost a kneecap, but overall it was fun and we saw a filming crew (I think a kpop boy group was filming something outside our hotel lmao, but we had no idea who they were). The weather in Seoul is so unpredictable like wdym one day it's 27°C and sunny and the next it's 15° and raining 🔫

Omfg hold on, so much has happened. Firstly I'm sorry about your principal's passing :/ secondly not you imagining Yunho as another guy AGAIN 😭 how is the writing going? Thirdly you watched SIXTEEN MOVIES LMAO which ones did you see?

Also good for your cousin, but come on don't slander MU fans that much sjsjaisjjsjssjsjshs (lowkey I consider being a Barca fan as red flag soz </3333) I decided not to pay attention to football for the time being cause it's boring and annoying and I can't even watch any matches live 🔫 I don't need the negativity in my life 🤚🏼 wtf is up in the F1 world? I see my man Lewis isn't winning :/

Yeah Limitless was underwhelming, there's a song called Diamond that's nicer, not really my thing, but Hwa and Yunho sound so good! Though I prefer them on a different song called Diamond 😅❤

I just want Ateez to stop releasing unnecessary songs and focus on a full album. Also not another fucking festival and in Qatar of all places..... good for the fans, but 🤡🤡🤡🤡 and Xikers are going too, KQ is really doing everything to attach them to Ateez

I heard Jimin's song so many times, like it's EVERYWHERE and ngl the single is better and a decent club song, but overall... nothing great. Hybe continues to piss me off!!! And the encore he did was... rough. https://twitter.com/jnksoluna/status/1641461317428215813?t=1sChI621kLP7pKFGzYGTzg&s=19 all the fandoms are beating him up 😭

I really really need to watch The Glory, but I've heard and seen so many spoilers already, rip. I kinda wanna rewatch S1 of AOS, cause it's my comfort show for sure. Everyone who prefers S2 has the right to do so, but don't try to convince me it was better, just say you were blinded by the angst and fluff 🙄

Okay so about YOU, let me spoil you then - I hope it'll sense made - in s4 Joe went to the UK started hanging out with insufferable posh people and "met" a guy named Reese (he was a writer and was running for Mayor of London). Turned out Reese was killing said posh twats and tried to frame Joe, became his stalker, wanted to be killing mates together (the Reese x Joe ship has sailed ajsuajahjsjsja). BUT! Lots of people noticed that during gatherings Joe was the only one who interacted with Reese and like we suspected - that whole thing was only in Joe's head cause he has split personality. So he basically dissociates and doesn't know what's going on. Reese was a real guy that Joe was obsessed with, but they never actually met and Joe was behind all the murders. Now that Joe accepted the truth and still wants to act like a saviour I feel even more icky about s5, he was always awful but his delusional monologues were funny. Now that he has a rich girlfriend and acts like a entrepreneur I'm like 😬😬😬😬🤚🏼

I did not talk to Jin Goo, because we were far away, but the way my hand automatically waved and he was like "🧐😀👋🏻" and then I quickly opened my phone to yell about it. Imagine if I saw Soohyuk or Dohwan or someone else I've been obsessing over 😳 (BTW NEW WOO DO HWAN DRAMA) you'd not hear from me! My friend saw Kim Mingue three times in the past month cause he came to the same cafe as her

TAEMIN HAS A NEW CAT AND THE NAME IS DAENGDAENGIE??? 😭😭😭😭😭

Have some Seonghwas cause I haven't been up to date with Ateez, but I checked Twitter and HEEEEEEEE ❤❤❤❤

We got married https://twitter.com/atinyteez009/status/1640781842432540672?t=HQ0JasZbdnZcSrh0mwBmNA&s=19

???? https://twitter.com/pingkiisaya/status/1641038527386222592?t=rf-qy29H31VIoB01MGPdHw&s=19

https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1641041663593267201?t=yV4NaNP93oObBmWvGmQ-Rw&s=19

A photo from our grocery shopping trip, look at all the fruits and veggies! https://twitter.com/1024updates/status/1642163312803856387?t=XFmBjWVzfQPUPet2Eyw2eA&s=19

Seriously https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1642036025848655873?t=xSExNqS6vK1kchQpLdQabw&s=19 the bandaged one??!??!

Idk if you've ever seen this video, but it's back on my TL and I love it so much https://twitter.com/BaiduZTAOBar/status/1333451431072784385?t=ynrmLwWHNpo3rrwvr-FJ6g&s=19

And Taeyong baby pls someone free him https://twitter.com/taeyeweon/status/1641077265261035522?t=0Ychhd11werberr33t48EQ&s=19

😭😭😭https://twitter.com/taeyeweon/status/1641079835979317248?t=GVOhB_7A1z51tuaVnicypA&s=19

BTW HWA'S BIRTHDAY ADS ARE UP WE LOVE TO SEE SEONGHWA EVERYWHERE ❤❤❤❤ I'm about to play spot the Hwa lmao. Today I scared some woman off, because I yelled "WHY IS HE SO BEAUTIFUL" jdjajsjsjajahhaha sorry ma'am, but did I lie??? I hope to see Jonghyun's ones too!

Happy Seonghwa day! 🥰 - DV 💖

hello!!!!

HELLOOOOO YOU LOST A WHAT FHWNEHKQFHKSHDKC HOW COME 😭😭😭 WHAT THE HELL ….anon i think,,, omg i think you MAY have seen kai doing a filming there stop it. bc i know they were in jeju a few days ago and 🧍🏻‍♀️ that weather has been the same here and it’s 🔫🔫

it really was saddening esp bc he just met his grandson 😭😭 actually a peice of history bc he was one of the first kids in canada to drink slurpee rambdks FJWKJDWJHDKW HEY HEY I KEEP IMAGINING HIM AS MR GREY OR HENRY AND ITS WORKING

YES SIXTEEN <3

wedding season, love, wedding, repeat, argentina, 1985 (so good), a man called otto (CRIED), prey for the devil (has the potential to be in the conjuring ngl, too short tho), abbott elementary season 1 + 2 (not a movie but this sitcom is so funny), all quiet on the western front, el ángel, the tourist, dune, rush, anastasia (ended cinderlla), the whale, champions, gravity + rrr !!!

she really dodged a bullet, he was an absolute jerk who said the n word and then went and said “my parents didn’t raise me like that, know me for what i am right now and not for what i did yesterday” MU FANS ARE A RED FLAG ITS LITERALLY THEIR COLOUR FBWNFB 😭😭😭 WE DO NOT CARE BARCA IS 17 POINTS CLEARRRRR

f1…anon, yesterday was phew, the emotions as a ferarri fan- them being 26 points BEHIND MCLAREN IM ACTUALLY CRYING 😭😭😭 ,,, australian grand prix,,,, 8 dnf, 4 restarts, UNFAIR PENALTIES??? SOME WERENT EVEN GIVEN???? huge expensive crashes, they fucked ferarri over AGAIN they had a straight p4 and turned into p3 after a crash— they restarted the race and didn’t count that lap yet still gave ferarri a 5 second penalty in which they ended p11, no points for them- but red bull got them all bc the fia dickride them 🥰 HAMILTON AT LEAST GOT A P2 IT WAS SO FUNNY BC GNWNFBWK MERCEDES WAS P1 AND THEN THEY WENT P7 AND THEN A STRAIGHT DNF id be crying ngl they’re all too strong to not cry bfnwbdns it was a silverstone again, but at least alonso somehow got p3 🔫 did not deserve it ngl, mercedes not winning bc rocketship red bull won’t let them

and LMFAOOOO ,,, THE VIEWS FBWNDJEK

THIS IS SO FUNNY GHWNDJKWHFKW

😭😭😭

Speaking of food, I discovered vegan Jeju and my faves are Lan's Kitchen, Cheesylazy (for some reason I thought the name was Cheesyslay sjsjsjsjskaja so now we call it that) and one cafe/bakery with amazing cakes - And 유. Also 7/11 and CU have some more vegan products and even accidentally vegan ones, so I'm living <3 /// Yeah Limitless was underwhelming, there's a song called Diamond that's nicer, not really my thing, but Hwa and Yunho sound so good! Though I prefer them on a different song called Diamond 😅❤

chessyslay 😭😭😭 i looked the restaurants up and omg they all look so good 😭😭😭 ANON SEND SOME HERE PLEASE JFVWKCHKC u know what forget limitless, dimaond. THIS. HWA SINGING ANGEL BABY PLS 😭😭

you are correct, want them to create a song with good b-sides, gathering songs that are actually their style + diving into r&b’s, reggaeton, dance pop’s etc,,, i really hope they chose songs by the sound and not bc the sound what their storyline is meant to be,,, ateez doing a song like oasis, body rhythm, tell me what to do— no rap, just everyone singing and vibing, give us a summer album with no empty chorus, a album where we can play the songs on a road trip with a car with no roof and just vibes GIVE IT TO US PLEASE 😭😭😭

NAURR THE ENCORE,, and then they released the edited version? 😭😭😭 what GOES ON PLEASE speaking off solo’s jisoo’s solo! my favourite is the second track; all eyes on me, has a better sound!

YOU REALLY REALLY REALLY NEED TO ANON, forget the spoilers anon, pls watch it + han so hee and song hye kyo are starring in a drama together ✊🏻😭 LMFAOOOO IM SEEING A CHANGE ARE U BEGINNING TO PREFER S2 THAN S1 👀

wHAAAAAT

AWWWW THATS CUTE 😭😭😭 do not speak about dohwan. i had it away and the name triggered tempted era dohwan and i just rawred pls 😭 NEW DOHWAN DRAMA AND I AM AVOIDING EVERY FUCKING SPOILER AND THEN I RECENTLY SAW THIS AND FBWMFBWKHEKQHDKAJDKAHDAK

AND THIS 😩😩 all i see is older hwa

TAEMIN HAS A NEW CAT AND THE NAME IS DAENGDAENGIE??? 😭😭😭😭😭

DAENGDAENGIE IS SO FUCKING CUTE BUT WHAT ABOUT OUR KOONGIE 😭😭😭 AND TAEMIN IS HOME TODAY???????? PLS FHAKDJWK

Have some Seonghwas cause I haven't been up to date with Ateez, but I checked Twitter and HEEEEEEEE ❤❤❤❤ //// We got married https://twitter.com/atinyteez009/status/1640781842432540672?t=HQ0JasZbdnZcSrh0mwBmNA&s=19

HEY HEY HEY WHERE IS MY INVITE WHAT THE HELL

???? https://twitter.com/pingkiisaya/status/1641038527386222592?t=rf-qy29H31VIoB01MGPdHw&s=19 //// https://twitter.com/nobodylikehwa/status/1641041663593267201?t=yV4NaNP93oObBmWvGmQ-Rw&s=19

them in a law drama would be so hilarious, it’s a NEED 😭😭 jung wooyoung as an attorney aggressively trying to defend hongjoong >>

A photo from our grocery shopping trip, look at all the fruits and veggies! https://twitter.com/1024updates/status/1642163312803856387?t=XFmBjWVzfQPUPet2Eyw2eA&s=19 /// Seriously https://twitter.com/hwalilac/status/1642036025848655873?t=xSExNqS6vK1kchQpLdQabw&s=19 the bandaged one??!??!

THE BANDAGED ONE DO NOT EVEN TALK ABOUT THAT FVWNFJWKFHWK DID A LOUD GASP WHEN THEY RELEASED THAT

Idk if you've ever seen this video, but it's back on my TL and I love it so much https://twitter.com/BaiduZTAOBar/status/1333451431072784385?t=ynrmLwWHNpo3rrwvr-FJ6g&s=19

I HAVE AND EVERY TIME I SEE THIS IT MAKES ME SCREAM HES SO FUNNY AND REAL AND DOES NOT GIVE A SHIT TAO WHO HURT U 😭😭

And Taeyong baby pls someone free him https://twitter.com/taeyeweon/status/1641077265261035522?t=0Ychhd11werberr33t48EQ&s=19 /// 😭😭😭https://twitter.com/taeyeweon/status/1641079835979317248?t=GVOhB_7A1z51tuaVnicypA&s=19

HE’S SO FUNNY PLS THWKDHWKJDMANDKS NCT AT THAT DRINKING SHOW WHEN !!!!!!

WAIT PLS WHAT IF YALL RUN INTO HIM AT THE SUBWAY STATIONS KRVWKDHSK LMFAOOOO NAURR ANON 😭😭😭 and jonghyun ones?? 😭😭😭😭 pls take all the photos u see 😭😭

help 😭😭

sm’s kinda popping with these releases lately 👀

??????? 😭😭😭

this actually kinda of insane ngl never expected this ,, and w miss gigi

SHOT UP FROM MY SLEEP BECAUSE I FORGOT TO LINK YHIS AND ITS A MASTERPIECE

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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The change between Merle Highchurch pre Story and Song and post Story and Song was so drastic that Hekuba forgot he was the same Merle that had walked out on her and their children. Granted, it almost wasn't the same Merle, was it? Apparently, missing a hundred years or so of your memory could change a dwarf pretty drastically. Her "I don't know how to take anything seriously" Merle had grown (or maybe, reverted back to?) a kind-hearted, loving person.

It was jarring, to say the least. They had tried to stay on friendly terms after their split, for the children's sake, but Hekuba had never really been able to stand being in the same room as Merle for very long. This is why she was borderline uncomfortable when Merle asked the kids to wait outside with "Uncle Kravitz" so he could talk to her.

"I don't think I know who, uh, Uncle Kravitz is," Hekuba confessed, looking through the window by the door. Mookie had pounced on a human man, whose flesh melted away from his skull in surprise. Hekuba tried not to panic. This was Merle's normal. If Merle could handle it, she could handle it.

"Oh, he's Taako's boyfriend," Merle said easily, leading her to the couch. Unwillingly, Hekuba tore her gaze away from them and sat. Merle sat on the chair across from her, swinging his legs. "I wanted to, uh. Talk to you about some things, if that's okay."

"Depends on the things," Hekuba said and Merle gave a little laugh at that, even though she had been completely serious.

"Nothin' bad," he said. "I don't think so, at least. Listen, I just... I wanted to say sorry. For being such a Pan-awful husband to you for a good few years. And an even worse dad, though you're not the one I gotta apologize to for that."

"Oh," Hekuba said.

"Yeah," Merle said, scratching his beard. "I was sorta, uh. To be honest, I was a dick and I'll admit it." He shrugged. "It was never with bad intentions, I'll tell ya that. But I wasn't helpful and I didn't wanna be married. It was nothin' against you. Not outright, at least. I was miserable and I didn't know what I was doing half that time, which just put more stress on you and the kids. That's my bad, Heks- I mean, Hekuba."

"Heks is fine, Merle," she said because she really didn't care. "I... thank you, first off." Merle nodded, looking unsure. "Really, I wasn't expecting you to apologize. I would have thought that you'd think saving the world would be apology enough."

"I mean, I didn't save the world for you!" Merle said and then winced. "Pan, that sounds bad. I- I wasn't thinking of a specific person, is what I meant. I mean, sure I wanted my friends and family to be safe, but our whole goal was never for anyone specifically. It was to stop what John had started, y'know? I'm glad you and- and Mavis and Mookie are safe though, that just makes everything a little brighter."

"Oh," Hekuba said again.

"I'm sorry-" Merle started again and she shook her head, cutting him off,

"I was rude too, Merle," she said. "It wasn't all you. We both could have communicated better, I'll give you that. And you're more than making up for it now, I think, with taking care of Mavis and Mookie like you do. They both love you a lot."

"Yeah, they do, huh?" Merle said, looking a little teary.

"People are calling you, uh, the Peacemaker now," Hekuba said. "And at first I didn't really believe it. Didn't seem like you. The you I knew, at least."

"Understandable," Merle said with a little laugh.

"You were so different in the Story," Hekuba quietly. "And I realize now that you had a lot taken away from you when we were together, even if neither of us knew. But from what I heard, and more importantly, what I've seen you do after, I think it's really fitting."

This time, it was Merle's turn to say "oh". He wiped at his eye- Pan above, Hekuba really wanted to ask what happened to the other, and his arm, but she didn't- and smiled at her.

"Well, that was all I wanted to say," he said after a moment. He slapped his knee, getting up from the chair. "I'll see ya off. And make sure Mookie hasn't scared Kravitz off with all his energy."

Hekuba laughed, even though Kravitz did look suitably terrified when they walked back out. Mookie had a sticky fist stuck through his eye socket, which was thankfully still a skull. Mavis was sitting on the steps, reading a book, either oblivious to what her brother was doing or just over it by now. Hekuba couldn't fault her for either.

"Mookie, take your hand out of that man's eye," Hekuba instructed and Mookie whined but did so.

"Auntie Lup lets me do that all the time," he said, now squirming in Kravitz's hands. Mavis looked up and looked between Hekuba and Merle tensely. Hekuba saw Merle give her a reassuring smile.

"Kravitz and Lup aren't the same people," Hekuba said. Carefully, Kravitz lowered Mookie to the ground and regrew the skin around his head. Hekuba tried to act like that was a normal thing. "They've got different boundaries, so you have to ask."

"Oh yeah," Mookie said. He tugged on Kravitz's hand now. Kravitz looked down apprehensively. "U'cle Krabzits, is it okay if I put my hands in your skull?"

"Uhm, I think it'd be best if you didn't next time," Kravitz said gently.

"Oh," Mookie said. "Sorry."

"Thank you," Kravitz said. And then, to Hekuba, "going home?"

"Yes," she said. Merle snuck a hand out to pull Mookie back in and Mavis scooted back from the steps to give Kravitz room. Hekuba watched as he summoned a scythe out of nowhere and split the air in front of them, creating a portal back to their cabin in the Coralheart Clan. Merle let go of Mookie and he ran through it, laughing.

"We'll be back next weekend," Hekuba said, helping Mavis to her feet. "Thank you for letting them stay over again."

"No problem!" Merle said. "Stay safe n' all that. Love ya, pumpkin!"

The last part was to Mavis, who smiled and ducked her head, saying,

"I love you too, dad."

She stepped through the portal. Hekuba followed, shivering a bit as she passed through. Merle waved at her from the other side, smiling. Hekuba waved back just as the portal started knitting itself up again, smiling as well.

#hekuba roughridge #hekuba highchruch #merle highchurch #mookie highchurch #mavis highchurch #kravitz #the last three are there for a lil bit at least sldfksd #mine #ise cube writing #long post #maybe? i honestly dont know

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Laisse tomber les filles 4

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Things are starting to pick up but Lee’s still playing low key.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The book club let out on Friday and you quietly packed up your fraying copy of Nabokov, happy you would finally be able to throw it on the shelf and forget about it. As you pulled on your jacket and hooked your bag over your shoulder, Andre, the star of the club, approached you. He wasn’t as curt as Nora but he still made you feel daft.

“Hey, you like the book?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, I guess,” you answered, “I never really read anything like it before.”

“It’s definitely no Secret Garden,” he quipped.

“Oh, but I read the Bell Jar already, that’s the next book, right?” you countered.

“But did you really read it?” he challenged, “did you soak in the depth of the words?”

“I’m sure my second reading will help with that,” you said plaintively, “I think even, I’ll enjoy it even more.”

“It is more of a woman’s book,” he said tritely, “where are you going now?”

You went to the door and he followed you casually. You walked down the hall and shrugged as your sole tapped on the wooden floorboards.

“Oh…” you stopped yourself from saying no where, “actually, someone’s expecting me.”

“Oh ha, really? I saw those flyers they hand out. That’s one of the tips, say you’re being expected so the creep doesn’t follow you,” he rolled his eyes, “I was just asking, I’m not tryna pick you up or anything.”

You came out in the early spring dusk and stopped at the top of the stone steps. “I know you weren’t, I only… I am supposed to be somewhere.”

“Oh yeah? Well, if you ever need a reading partner--”

A honk came and cut off his invitation. You glanced over at the black and white cruiser then back at Andre. You gave a weak smile.

“Maybe,” you answered, “sorry, that’s my ride.”

“So you’re dad’s a cop?” he wondered.

“My dad?” you shook your head, “he’s… a uh, friend.”

“Friend,” Andre echoed and another honk came, “he’s sure impatient.”

“Sorry, I should go.”

“See ya next week,” he called after you as you stumbled down the stairs.

“Yeah, see ya,” you tossed over your shoulder.

You approached the cruiser and Lee got out to open the door. You got in and waited for him to settle on the other side of the seat. You watched Andre stroll down the pavement and catch up with Van.

“You didn’t have to honk, I saw you,” you said quietly.

“Who was that then?” Lee asked as he steered onto the street.

“Just some guy from the club,” you replied.

“So, shakes?” he asked.

“Can we stop by my dorm first?” you hugged your bag anxiously.

“Why’s that?”

“I want to give you back those clothes, I can’t wear them,” you said.

“What? They’re a gift,” he furrowed his brow but you looked away before he could glance back at you as he stopped at the sign.

“It’s too much and they… they won’t fit me,” you said.

“Well, did you even try them on? You’re young, it’s the new style, I thought--”

“But why would you even think to buy me anything?” you interjected.

He inhaled and said nothing. His breath rose like a growl as he passed the road that led to your dorm. He switched gears and headed for the south exit of the campus.

“Don’t interrupt me. Ever,” he snarled, “and I was being nice, honey. It’s nothin’ bad, just a gift ‘cause I thought it’d look pretty on ya.”

“It’s not that I’m not, er, grateful, I only--”

“No thank you, no nothing,” he moped, “you really hurt me, girl.”

“No, it’s not like that. I just--”

“Just what? I saw you back there, tryna act like you don’t know me in front of that boy,” he grumbled, “‘cause I’m old, right?”

“We were talking, I was just saying goodbye,” you returned, “I don’t know why you’re being like this-- Can you please turn around and just take me home?”

“You promised me a date,” he huffed, “so we’re going… next time you can wear your new clothes.”

“Date?” you sputtered, “Sheriff, please, I want to go home.”

“My name’s Lee, honey,” he purred, “I wanna hear it on your tongue.”

“Wha--” he snaked his arm over and slid his hand onto your leg, just beneath your bag.

“Go on and say it,” he squeezed, “please.”

You swallowed and stiffened as you stared down at your lap.

“Lee,” you eked out.

“Good girl,” he snickered.

“Please, I don’t want a shake, I want to go--”

“I ain’t done nothing, honey, don’t be so dramatic,” he drew his hand away, “have I?”

You were quiet. He hadn’t really done anything more than be a bit grumpy. The touch was nothing, wasn’t it? Just a friendly gesture, trying to calm you down. And he bought you nice things and expected nothing but you to like it. It really seemed like you’d done something wrong the more you thought about it.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Nah, don’t be, I’m happy as long as you’re here,” he turned off of campus and sped up, “I read that book, you know? Lolita. Made patrol a bit easier. I haven’t read a book for years. It was… interesting.”

“You read it?” you flinched.

“Oh, yeah, it was… the man, Humbert, messin’ with a child, that’s some sickness there,” Lee mulled as he kept his eyes on the road, “don’t you think?”

“Um, yeah,” you answered, “I think it was also about, um, you know, an unreliable narrator and how stories unfold differently for people. How we can experience the same thing but not in the same way… I don’t know.”

“Hmm, yeah, that’s probably it,” he said, “but I just thought, that’s awful. You know, we’re adults, you and me. How old are ya, again?”

“I’ll be nineteen this summer, sir,” you replied.

“See, girls here can marry at sixteen,” he said, “but no twelve year old gettin’ hitched.”

“Oh, well,” you murmured, uncomfortable by his rambling, “can I try the vanilla this time?”

“Vanilla? Sure,” he smiled over the wheel, “think I’ll stick to strawberry, I like the sweet stuff.”

📚

The radio show came to an end and you fumbled with your empty cup. The dread still lingered in your chest. You counted the minutes until you could go home. The milkshake settled like a stone and added to your queasiness. Lee put his cup on his other side and yawned.

“Vanilla good?” he asked.

“Not bad,” you answered as he took the cup from you, “it’s late, hm?”

“Not that late,” he slid across the seat as the radio host picked up after the outro, “so you makin’ friends then?”

“Some,” you said, “just talking about schoolwork and, um, books.”

He was close, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him. He pushed his arm over your shoulders and let his hand hang down above your chest. You went rigid and tried to sidle away.

“Sheriff?” you croaked.

“Aw, come on, honey, ain’t nothin’ wrong, just getting close, it’s cold, ain’t it?” his other hand came up and caressed your chin, “I like spending time with you… not havin’ to worry about my radio or criminals, just you.”

“I don’t… I think…” you grabbed his wrist, “I thought…”

“I’m just being nice, I’ll admit, I’ve grown a bit sweet on ya. You’re so pretty and that,” he slipped from your grasped and framed your chin and turned your head, “am I hurtin’ ya?”

“N-no, but I…” your lip quivered.

Was this how it happened? Maybe every girl felt like this the first time a man was near. You didn’t know, you couldn’t. You stared at him wide-eyed as he leaned in and his breath grazed your lips. You smelled the sugary strawberry flavour.

“This hurt?” he asked as his lips brushed yours.

“No,” you gulped as he pulled you to him.

“And this?” he didn’t wait for an answered before he kissed you.

He pressed his lips to your and sucked on your bottom lip. His teeth nipped lightly and he shoved his tongue against the creased of your mouth until you opened it. You garbled as he filled your mouth and hugged you tighter. You were terrified and confused by the suddenness of it all.

You grunted and pushed on his chest. You turned your head away and gasped as you shoved him harder and he relented. His hand slipped to the bottom of your neck as he looked at you in disappointment.

“What’sa matter?” he asked.

“I… I wanna go home, it’s late,” you whispered.

“Oh honey, don’t be scared, it’s a date, I’m just kissin’ ya good night.”

“I never… said it was a date,” you mumbled.

“And why not?” he pressed, “you’re an adult, I am too.”

“I don’t… know,” you uttered, “I never… never been on a date so I guess I wouldn’t know.”

“I didn’t mean to confuse you, I thought you knew,” he said, “a girl like you, I thought you had plenty of dates.”

You shook your head and chewed your lip. You stared at your shoes and wriggled away from him. You ran your fingertips along your jawline as you huddled against the door.

“Please take me home,” you breathed.

“I didn’t mean nothing by it, I just think you’re very sweet and… beautiful,” he reached out and took your hand gently, “I can go slow.”

“I just don’t know,” you didn’t pull your hand away as he held it.

“Ah, I get it, I’m old, I know it, I ain’t stupid,” he sighed.

“I don’t care about that,” you withdrew and wrung your hands in your lap, “I’m… embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?” he repeated.

“That I never… That I don’t know about all that,” you confessed, “but I don’t wanna think about that now.”

“Can I see you tomorrow then?” he asked, “I wanna see your new clothes.”

“Sheriff,” you said.

“Lee,” he corrected sharply.

“Lee,” you hissed, “please, can you take me home?”

“Well, you just needa ask nicely is all,” he pushed himself in front of the wheel and jolted the whole car with the movement, “let’s get ya there all safe and sound and you can rest up for tomorrow, huh?”

“I gotta study tomorrow,” you argued.

“You can,” he assured you, “you come study at mine and I’ll make you a nice home cooked dinner, how about that?”

You sniffed and pouted, “sure, if you take me home.”

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #dark fic #fic #series #laisse tomber les filles #dark!fic #au #college au

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hanazuma-inactive · 3 years

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Hello! This is kind of a long request and well- Hopefully you’re fine with doing temporary Body Swap. :>

So basically Bakugou and his Male S/O are pro heroes and when out on a mission, they both get hit by a villain who has a swap quirk. Basically, they just swapped bodies. (Y/n is in Bakugou’s body and Bakugou is in Y/n’s body, they basically just switched minds.) They are told by the other pro heroes that the two should go home and take the day off. Unfortunately, nobody knows how long the quirk effect will stay, but they were convinced it was only temporary. So the two go back to their shared apartment and the day goes on pretty normal- besides the fact that, you know, they’ve swapped bodies. Though later Y/n gets a bit of an idea. What if he were to f*ck Bakugou in this body? The thought seemed kinda strange at first since he would literally be f*cking his own body, but he couldn’t deny that the thought was turning him on. Especially wanting to see Bakugou’s reaction. So, he basically handcuffs Bakugou to prevent him from struggling and.. while in the middle of doing it, something happens.. Shit! Why did it have to happen now?? Y/n panics in his head as he realizes they just swapped bodies again, and he is now at the mercy of Bakugou Katsuki himself..

I actually sent a request kinda similar to this to someone else but it was a while ago and they haven’t responded so they may not have liked it, or it just didn’t arrive. And sorry for choosing Bakugou again, you just may be able to figure out who my favorite character is.. Sorry for my rambling.

If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. Anyways, have a good day/night, man!

in his shoes (nsfw) bakugou x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: body swapping during sex, bottom and top reader+bakugou, selfcest (?), degrading, bratty behavior, claimming and possesive themes, bondage (handcuffs)

a/n: i really like this concept and i will write it don't worry 😎👍 i usually write all of my requests anyways. im also sorry this took literally 5 years.

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katsuki bakugou and y/n bakugou. the two of you have been married for 2 years now after you guys started working as heroes. you both went to UA and graduated at the top of the class. neither of you had time for love or romance resulting in neither of you confessing you feelings for each other. gladly, things managed to work out in the end.

"he's on it again, i need the bakugous here right now."

hearing the police force requesting your assistance, you and your husband show up on the case. it turned out to be the villain that the two of you couldn't capture the last time during patrol.

"HEH?! look y/n, it's this motherfucker again. what's up with this loser, coming back every time it's annoying."

"play nice now katsuki, let's just go and restrain him and let the police take care of the rest."

the two of you move quickly to match the villain's rapid movements. katsuki flew around using his quirk to attempt to catch him but failed. the villain was surprisingly agile and you guys had a tough time trying to chase him down.

after around half an hour of chasing you finally cornered the villain on top of a tall building in the middle of the city that was still in construction. the ground was hard to walk on and somewhat unstable but you managed to find your balance.

"alright, give it up, you've got nowhere to run now.

"what he said, stop resisting and i won't blow your face off."

the villain's expression turned to fear as you started to close up on him. out of panic, he used his quirk. it was a small beam that didn't hurt at all. however, after a few seconds your body started to heat up, you looked over to katsuki and you could tell he was feeling the same. what was happening?

seeing the two of you struggling, the villain quickly left the scene but he had trouble moving around due to his surroundings. his movements were also somewhat impaired due to fatigue. it was most likely the aftereffect of his quirk which was why he was pretty reluctant in using it.

the strange feeling in your chest wouldn't go away and your vision started to blur. next thing you know you woke up on top of the same building to see yourself lying next to you. was his quirk duplication? no it couldn't have been. you tried to stand up but felt the weight of some heavy armor dragging you down. you look down to see yourself wearing katsuki's hero costume and his gauntlet. still in awe, you heard a groan in your own voice next to you.

"shit… wtf happened, y/n where are you where-"

it didn't take long for your husband to find out what happened.

the two of you have switched bodies.

you both tried to explain to the police who's who but it only ended in confusion. you went home with your husband after they put the two of you on break for "damaged mental" from the villain because the majority of the police thought you guys were crazy.

there weren't any cases similar to body switching between heros before so the doctor said there's nothing that can be done other than attempting to wait off the effect. so there you were, in your husband's body, cooking dinner for the man while you saw your own body lazily sitting on the couch with your legs spread open watching the tv.

life went as normal for the next two days, since you two were both males there weren't any problems whatsoever. however, one day a thought flew into your mind while taking a nap with katsuki. since he was the one who would usually top, now that you're in his body wouldn't it technically mean you get to top?

physically you would be using your boyfriend's body to fuck yourself. but the thought of the all mighty bakugou katsuki taking his own dick, his bratty attitude, and lastly breaking him and making him fall apart by your touch aroused you in an indescribable way. you knew katsuki wouldn't agree to this due to his prideful personality so you had to take other measures to carry out your plan.

you and kastuki had all sorts of toys laying around and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine with them. while he wasn't looking you grabbed the vibrator, handcuffs, and blindfolds and put them all on the nightstand. now that everything is in place, all you have to do is wait to catch katsuki off guard tonight when he gets tired.

later tonight, after finishing dinner, katsuki was yet again sitting casually again on the couch watching tv, not giving a single care to the world.

"heyy katsuki!"

"hm? yah?"

"come with me for a second? i want to show you something!" you said with a sly grin on your face

katsuki didn't care enough to talk back, neither did he think this could lead to the ill intentions you had with him tonight. following you into the bedroom, you gestured katsuki to sit down on the bed. he obeyed although he began to have a suspicion of what you're about to do. using your new body, you abused katsuki's strong muscle and speed to restrain your own body with the handcuffs you prepare. there was no way for katuski to fight back in this situation because your body was simply not built enough to resist his.

"h-huh? what are you doing dumbass…if you're joking s-stop it now, it's not funny."

"oh i am very serious katsuki, now that i'm inside your body. i am going to fuck your brains out. i'm gonna thrust that bratty attitude of yours right out the window."

hearing you say that, your husband looked away to avert his eyes while you heard a small gulp coming from his throat. you could tell he was nervous and that's exactly what you wanted. katsuki has never bottomed in his life before and he does plan on doing so either.

finally having katsuki in your grasp, you decided to carry on with your plan. you put on the blindfold for him as he jolted in surprise. katsuki tried to get out of the handcuffs but later found his attempt futile. these were the toys he used for you too and he out of everyone should know it's impossible to get out of them. once your husband stopped moving you gentlt took off his pants, leaving him exposed wearing only your boxers with an erection under it.

"aww katsuki~ already hard and i haven't even done anything yet, maybe you're better off being the bottom hm?" you teased

"s-shut up you shit head, just get on with it, whatever evil plan you have in store for tonight…"

"no need to rush katsuki" you said as you entered his asshole with 2 of your fingers, loosening him up for the vibrator.

"we have the entire night."

you heard your own voice whimper as you explored more with your fingers. soon enough it was time to put the other toy in. your fingers left for a bit preparing the vibrator, leaving bakugou panting from the pleasure and clenching his hole around well, nothing. you turned on the vibrator and katsuki immediately noticed the familiar sound of what's in your hands.

"o-oi y/n, don't put it in here, i-i won't be able to take it."

"oh i'm sure you can~ you made me do it plenty of times, why can't the big and strong bakugou katsuki do it?"

without mercy, you put in the vibrator quickly and let the show play out. katsuki was moaning and groaning while you stroked your own cock enjoying the view. katuski's cock was bigger than yours and you weren't used to jacking off such a big dick but it was a nice first.

seeing a wet spot forming on katsuki's underwear, you knew he was ready to go. you took off katsuki's underwear to see the precum leaking from it, so much it looked like he was about to cum any second now. next, you took out the vibrator and started to spread some lube on your cock. you positioned yourself on top of the katsuki and teased his pink hole with your huge cock.

"what do good boys say katsuki~?"

"tch! i'm not saying it, y-you sadistic fuck."

you slapped katsuki's ass so loud that the neighbors probably could've heard you.

"i'm the one in control right now, you listen to what i say, understood?"

"f-fine, jesus christ! p-please y/n, put it inside me…"

"that's a good boy…"

after you fit ¾ of your cock in katsuki was already panting heavily trying to catch his breath. it reached his prostate you leaned down on his chest to bite on his nipples to make him feel even better. his hole clenched on your hole so tight you were barely able to move your cock around. you continued to make thrusts and sped them up each time.

during your thrusts you suddenly felt the weird feeling when fighting the villain again. both you and bakugou's body started to burn up but it wasn't as painful as it was last time. next thing you know everything was pitch black. you felt a piece of black cloth on top of your eyes and a familiar size inside your ass. it didn't take you long to realize that you and bakugou finally switched back.

you were glad to be back in your own body but why did it have to happen now?! out of all the times it could've happened this was no doubt the worst possible timing. you just teased the crap out of bakugou and now that he's in control again he can take his revenge right here, right now.

"oh? would you look at that…our bodies switched back…" you couldn't see katsuki say this but you could already tell the evil smile on his face.

"k-katsuki i'm sorry, i didn't mean to tease you that hard i was just trying to have some fun y-y'know." you desperately tried to explain.

"too late now baby boy… bad boys get punished for what they did. now… get ready, for the night of your fucking life."

regret, nothing but regret. bakugou was already an aggressive person when it comes to sex, now that you pissed him off even more you weren't prepared for what he was about to do to you.

without warning, katsuki pulled back his hips and thrusted into you harder than ever. you took his entire length right away and the full feeling in your ass was too overwhelming for you to handle. you started to blabber nonsense, unable to form words due to the pleasure.

"c'mon baby… gotta speak up if you want me to understand you." bakugou said knowing damn well you can't talk back.

incoherent moans and groans escaped from your mouth as you felt dry orgasms again and again from katsuki reaching your prostate. you were on the verge of passing out till you saw your husband's panting just as hard as you. you could tell he was very close as well. you tried your best to stay conscious and cum with your husbands.

katsuki let out a loud moan as he cummed inside you. you reached your orgasm too cumming all over yourself. katsuki licked up the cum on your stomach as you slipped into sweet unconsciousness. he gave you a warm smile and patted your head as he took you into his arms and fell asleep with you.

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Bad Romance (Part 1) | Lee Taeyong

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Taeyong wants to fuck you, but you're not ready...

Genre: Angst, Smut, College AU

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Sexual Content, Toxic relationship

Part 1 ⭐️| Part 2

Taeyong’s breaths were deafening in your ear. Couldn’t he try to control himself? For discretion, at least. You imagined every ear in your university dorm pricking up. Snickering. “I wonder what they’re up to.”

Taeyong kissed you again, his hot lips colliding with yours.

His hand, ever so slightly rough, pushed up your shirt, sending goosebumps up your ribs. A moan sounded, deep in your throat, and Taeyong groaned in satisfaction.

You felt instantly guilty. You’d told yourself your ancestors wouldn’t mind if you did this for him. But you’d promised not to enjoy it.

Taeyong knotted one hand in your hair. You felt the other one slide up to your back to unclasp your bra. His hand dwarfed your back, sending sparks rippling up your shoulder blades.

“Are you okay with this?” he murmured, voice husky. You nodded. It was a lie.

The truth was, you’d never had sex before. You’d barely even kissed a boy.

When all your college friends were in the basement snogging boys, you would hover by the doorway, holding their drinks. When they began to tease you, you just pretended you couldn’t hear them.

Even when everyone started saying you ‘batted for the other team’, it just felt like a relief. Maybe they’d finally leave you alone.

You were a feminist. You fully believed that women weren’t shiny, unwrapped presents that had to be protected for marriage. But you were also a fake.

Because the idea of sleeping with a stranger still made you feel sick inside.

Well, Taeyong wasn’t a stranger; he was your boyfriend. So, you would just have to grit your teeth and get on with it.

Taeyong’s hand slid down between you. You squeezed your eyes shut. It would be over in a minute; that’s what your friends were always joking about, right?

Then, you heard the unmistakeable clink of his belt buckle. Suddenly, that was the most terrifying sound you’d ever heard.

“W-wait,” you croaked.

You clung onto Taeyong’s firm wrist.

He was breathing hard, his pulse pounding under his papery-thin skin. You were sat on his lap – so you could feel how ready he was, and it frightened you.

He would hate you for what you were about to say, you knew that.

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

You rolled away from him, pulling your knees up and hugging them. Burying your wet eyes in your knees, you waited for Taeyong to leave.

But you didn’t feel him get off the bed.

Instead, there was absolute silence. A shiver ran down your spine.

Then, his muscled arms were wrapping around you. Taeyong eased you till you were lying on the bed – fear closed in your throat – but he wasn’t trying to have sex with you. Instead, he helped you pull your T-shirt back on, and guided you so your head was resting on his chest.

You felt his thundering heartbeat slow to a steady, comforting pulse.

Taeyong pressed a kiss on your temple. For a second, your stomach curled; it was so fatherly. You mentally scolded yourself. Taeyong wasn’t like other guys. He was caring, and sensitive, and you should be grateful.

“If you wanna go slow, let’s go slow. You’ll always be my girl,” Taeyong whispered.

So, you pushed down the niggling feeling that ‘always’ had an expiry date. It was time you learnt to trust someone, and Taeyong was the perfect person to let in.

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Over the next few months, you tried your best to forget about that night. And it was easy enough – Taeyong was electrifying.

You’d never met a man who could tell a Basquiat from a Banksy and didn’t even show off about it.

Each night, after lectures, you’d sneak off to some gallery late opening, and take photos of each other for Instagram.

Or, you’d just snuggle up in his dorm room and listen to him telling you all about his Art History course, or his dreams of starting his own gallery.

You rarely spoke. You preferred to soak in his world, like a cat curled in the sun. And let’s face it – who wanted to talk about Maths, anyway?

Taeyong was like a shooting star: totally uncontrollable, impossible to understand, yet hopelessly fascinating. You couldn’t believe why someone like him seemed to find you interesting. Or at least, worth spending every day with.

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The second time Taeyong scared you was a Saturday.

You were sitting in his lap, poring over one of his Art History books. Other than toying with a curl of your hair, or pressing a kiss to your shoulder, Taeyong was totally still.

Sighing with pleasure, you flicked through the glossy pages – for the hundredth time. No wonder Taeyong would always say: If I wasn’t rubbish at Maths, we should’ve swapped courses.

Just then, you prised open a page you hadn’t seen before. You frowned.

It was a scan of an old Japanese painting. In it, a wealthy couple were captured in a furious argument with a young woman, carrying a baby. It was entitled ‘Outside Wife’.

You turned to Taeyong, finger on the title. “What’s that?”

Taeyong lifted the book from your hands, then grinned. “It’s when a noble couple are forced to get married, but the man has another wife to, you know, satisfy his needs.” Taeyong chuckled dryly. “Unfortunately, that system isn’t available anymore.”

You began to chuckle too… then your smile melted from your face. “What do you mean, unfortunately?” Goosebumps rippled over your skin.

“Ah… it was just a joke. You know, we’re not exactly getting any.” Taeyong’s body still felt relaxed under you, but your muscles were tensing.

“I thought you said you wanted to go slow…” you mumbled.

Of course. You should’ve seen this coming.

There was only so long a person could go without their needs fulfilled. And here you were, dragging your boyfriend down while he could sleep with any normal girl whenever he wanted.

“I’m not ready yet, Taeyong.” You picked at the frayed wool of your jumper.

Your throat closed as you prepared for what you would say next. “If you… need to sleep with someone else, I won’t blame you,” you whispered. Stupid, babyish tears were filling your eyes already.

“Babe – it was just a joke! No need to get your knickers in a twist.” Taeyong laughed, and kissed your neck.

When you still didn’t make a sound a moment later, Taeyong turned you around on his lap so you were facing him. Tears streaked freely down your cheeks – you couldn’t hide them.

“Oh, baby….” Soft as a whisper, Taeyong placed his palm on your cheek and smoothed away the tears with his thumb. “I don’t care about your… problem. You’re my girlfriend, and what’s good enough for you’s good enough for me.”

A small part of you hurt at the way he said problem, but you pushed that part away. You allowed him a small smile.

Laughing, Taeyong pulled you into a bear hug. You’d never gripped his shoulder so tight. You were so lucky to have him.

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A few weeks later, Taeyong finally convinced you to accompany him to a house party. You knew what this meant. You’d been dating for four months – this was the ‘meeting his friends’ moment.

All the time you were getting ready, your stomach had transformed into a pit of snakes. Excitement, anxiety, fear – they all wriggled and knotted about inside you.

You chose a midnight-blue playsuit, in a glimmering velvet. When Taeyong pointed it out to you in the shop, you knew this what you’d be wearing.

To be honest, you hated Taeyong’s friends. You were pretty sure Taeil had tried to sneak vodka into your coke, and Mark did nothing but yap on endlessly about his girlfriend in Canada. You were almost 100% sure she didn’t exist.

But as soon as Taeyong’s mahogany eyes met yours across in the heaving living room, all your worries melted away like snow. All he had to do was raise one deep eyebrow, or pull his plump lips into a silly face, and you’d burst out laughing.

Except, as the hours drew by, you realised you hadn’t seen Taeyong in a while. You were perched on the stairs, shivering next to everyone who was too zoned out to take part.

“Taeyong?”

Tip-toeing, you climbed up the stairs, calling his name. You pushed open each of the doors in the hallway, peeking through your fingers just in case anything funny was going on.

But they were all empty.

Just as you turned around to go back downstairs, you heard voices coming from the attic. Gingerly, you sneaked up. They grew louder, more defined.

Pushing open the door just a crack, you heard:

“Really? My god.”

Your heart jumped. You knew that rich, resounding tone better than your own voice. It was Taeyong.

You considered climbing up to join them. But then, you heard something that stopped you in your tracks.

“And the worst thing is, Irene thinks she’s some kind of sex goddess, but actually she’s awful. She just lies there like a limp doll, expecting me to do everything.” It was Doyoung speaking.

There was a pause as they all laughed.

Your heart was already twisting. Something about his tone felt… wrong. Like his girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate what he was saying.

Then, you heard Taeyong say, “Mate, at least your girlfriend’s fucking you, even if she is awful at it. I haven’t got any for months!”

Everyone in the group exclaimed in disbelief. You forgot how to breathe.

“Yeah – I know. Y/n thinks she’s some kind of saint for “waiting for the perfect moment”. I mean, a guy’s got needs!” Taeyong’s voice was low, but to you he could have been screaming.

Black spots were engulfing your vision. Gulping, you staggered backwards, out of the door. You didn’t want to hear what you heard next. You really didn’t want to.

But you couldn’t help it. Not when Taeyong said, “You know, I don’t even feel bad about fucking Joy. I mean, I had no choice. If Y/n wasn’t so frigid, I wouldn’t need to. It’s her fault really.”

That was it.

You sprinted away. Pushing through the line of partygoers waiting to use the bathroom, you locked yourself inside.

Then, you curled up on the toilet seat and sobbed.

It had finally happened.

Your gorgeous boyfriend had finally realised that he was miles out of your league. He didn’t deserve the defect. He didn’t deserve the fake feminist who was too ashamed to admit how sexist she really was.

Then, a thought entered your mind that make you perk up.

Maybe you could pretend you’d never overheard Taeyong. Maybe you could go back to how you were before… Or maybe you could sleep with him and make him forget about all other girls.

After all, you’d do anything to keep him.

Anything.

Read Part 2 here.

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The Tassle Worth the Hassle: Congratulations Sav!👨🏾‍🎓

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Chi kept standing up screaming Sav’s name when it got quiet and he ducked his head like he didn’t know who the hell her crazy ass was. She was doing it to purposely embarrass him.

“Sit your ass down!” Ivy whispered. “You making us all look crazy!”

“I love you Dayvion! I’m so proud of you baby!” Chi said one last thing before taking her seat.

The ceremony was long and many people in the stadium started becoming drowsy. Thank goodness they didn’t bring any of their children because no way could a bunch of two and one-year olds sit through this.

After two hours of honoring specific students, and guest speakers, Sav was up. He was graduating Summa Cum Laude and Lake couldn’t have been prouder. He and some other students were sitting on the stage. They’d been chosen to represent the student body because they held the highest distinctions amongst their peers. Of the three who’d held the highest distinctions, they voted and chose him to give the speech.

When Sav stood up the whole class erupted. He was popular on campus not only as a ladies man but the weed man as well. They absolutely loved him. He was one of the few African Americans that attended the prestigious university, so it was easy to stand out.

“Why are they goin’ up for my husband like this?” Chi asked, being drowned out by the amount of cheering happening for Sav.

“Chill, y’all,” Sav said over the mic. “Dean Lee said she not for my shit—” he slipped up and everyone laughed. “I mean stuff today.”

The Dean who was also black shook her head at his use of language, but she knew how Dayvion Porter, which she addressed him as could be. They’d had several run ins over the course of his college career. The young man with tattoos galore, foul mouth and pants off his ass was indeed by measure the smartest one in the sea of thousands of students. She wanted this young black scholar to have his moment even in its rawness. This was black excellence being shown at a PWI and she was proud nonetheless.

“Ummm…everybody know I ain’t wanna do this.” Sav did not try to sound intelligent or put on for nobody. They wanted him to give this speech he was going to do it as him. Educated and all, he was true to himself. “I told Dean Lee I would be honest and y’all still chose me so here we go…”

“Fucking right bro!” A white guy shouted from the crowd.

“I know a lot of us struggled to make it to this stage. Not only the amount of work we had to put in to make it here but the pressure, financial restraints, family issues, our mental incapacities at times…a lot more goes into just getting a degree. Picking something you can actually apply and let’s be honest, make money from in this nut ass world. Shout out to y’all who got art degrees, it’s about to be hell,” Sav said honestly and the audience died of laughter. “I know some of y’all personally who went through some of this. To be honest, ion know what it look like. I couldn’t relate because I didn’t have those problems. Y’all probably thought I’m the made it out the hood specialty case. I had a big brother who not only kept pushing me to finish but made sure I didn’t have not one worry while doing it, so this was a breeze for me actually. I don’t need no college degree, but I did this for one person and one person only. My brother Lake. I wanna honor him with this because a lot of the great people, the ones behind the scenes who never get recognized are the real ones that make it happen. I was able to run a whole business, get married, have kids, live my life stress free. He gave me what I know a lot of people who look like me never get. A peace of mind. A care-free life, the tools I needed to be successful and I thank him for that every day.” Sav was looking right at Lake. “My brother the reason why I get to stand here right now…so this to the single moms out here doing it all on their own that got their kids to this day, to the dads working day and night to pay for tuitions, the grandparents, siblings, aunties and uncles who put their all into a kid to see them do better. If it wasn’t for y’all, I’m sure we wouldn’t be up in here falling asleep and waiting to hear our name called for a degree we couldn’t have gotten without y’all.”

Although the ceremony wasn’t done after Sav’s speech all the students felt every word he said and so did the families there to support them.

“Wait…” Dean Lee got up ready to stop them but it was too late all the graduates were up on their feet, throwing their caps in the air. It was like a big party started. It took twenty minutes to get everything settled then the degrees were finally handed out.

“Dayvion Porter,” they called Sav’s name to receive his degree and it went crazy again.

“That’s it!” the president of the school got up waving his hands then shouted in the mic. “Everyone please sit down!” ******* Lake waited patiently, watching Sav bump fists with a bunch of people because he wasn’t about to touch all them hands. He stood in his robe, medals and cords around his neck looking like a true scholar. He admired the hell out of his little brother. Not even for finishing but remaining authentic and true to himself during the process. Sav had his moments but everything he set out to accomplish, had been done. Lake couldn’t and wouldn’t ask anymore of him.

“You proud of me?” Sav asked, coming towards him with his arms out for hug.

“So proud man,” Lake smiled, embracing his baby brother. “I’m so fuckin’ proud.”

“Thank you, where the fuck everybody go?”

“Home, they didn’t want to stay around for the crowd and all the traffic.”

“Now you know that’s fucked up. Even my own wife? All this and them niggas dip on me? Take me home to my kids. Nobody better not say shit to me.”

“Chill, I wanted you to take a ride with me.”

“Ion even feel like it.” Sav’s feelings were hurt. His whole family was worried about beating traffic than his big day. It upset him more because he didn’t even care about it as much as they did.

They had to get all of his gifts professors, the school, students and others got for him. Sav indeed was their favorite. Someone even gave him basketball season tickets. Once they were in the car Lake did his best not to laugh. Sav was really upset.

“Why the fuck we here?”

Lake pulled into to the strip club they used to frequent and Sav knew something was up now. His brother wasn’t allowed to be a hundred feet of no strippers per his wife’s rules. Only if she was DJing did Avery let him enter the building.

“Because I thought it would cheer you up.”

“I told you I don’t feel like shit no more. Them niggas fucked my mood up. Especially, Chi, she really dipped on me. Her fuckin’ muscle head ass better hope ion divorce her.”

“Sav, relax, nigga,” Lake laughed lighting a blunt then passing it to him. “Hassan would be proud of you man.”

“Yea…” Sav put his head back blowing out smoke. “I be thinkin’ bout Daddy a lot.”

“Me too, all the time actually…I wish he would’ve made it, seen you today. It’s moments like this that make life worth living.” Lake stared out the window. After a few seconds of silence, he reached in the back seat and handed Sav an envelope.

“What’s this?”

“I ain’t know what to get a nigga that got it all for a graduation gift.”

“Aw man…” Sav looked at all the papers and got emotional.

Lake knew it bothered him that he didn’t know where he came from for sure. He couldn’t do a traditional testing since their father was deceased and had been cremated. But there was sibling DNA test and because Sav, Lake, Vant and Wreck didn’t share the same mother, it was easy to get proof. If he wasn’t Hassan’s he’d have not an ounce of relation to them.

“Sav even if that shit ain’t say what we already knew it wouldn’t have made you any less my brother. I hope you know that.”

“Thanks man,” Sav dapped Lake up and he pulled him in for a hug.

“Why the fuck y’all sittin’ in here cuddling and shit?” Wreck was about to get in the back, but Lake had car seats. “Nigga, Avery whip don’t have nothing in it. I swear you and Vant the wives.”

“Fuck you nigga,” Lake pushed him getting out the car. “Stop takin’ your anger out on everybody. I told you come talk to me, you wanna hide out and shit. Think Daly ain’t tell me the bullshit you been on.”

“I ain’t got nothing to say, and Daly a nut for bringin’ shit to you like I’m not a grown ass man! It’s fuck everything and that’s on my Daddy.” Wreck walked over and dapped Sav up. “I’m proud of you nigga.”

“Are you really bro?”

“Yea! Ion mean to be so hard on you. I apologize. Just…you know I’m dealin’ with my own shit right now, but I love you man.”

“I know, it’s cool, I love you too.” Sav felt bad for his brother. Wreck didn’t know which way he was going. It had spread about Gia breaking up with him. A simple, I don’t want to be with you anymore, was all the reason she gave him. That’s all he got from her. Wreck opened himself up to a woman for the last time.

“Let’s go in here, I can’t be out for long or A will come lookin’ for me.”

“Cause you a whipped ass—”

“Y’all keep saying that,” Lake laughed, cutting Wreck off. “But I’m happy as fuck. I have no resistance in letting love take over me anymore.”

“And you know what? I am genuinely jealous and that ain’t even me bro.”

“Wreck,” Lake stopped walking. “I’m for real, come talk to me. Tomorrow, nigga.”

“Everything already fucked up, bro. Gia will never be with me again.”

“How?” Sav asked.

“Ion wanna talk about it.”

“What the hell is taking so long?!” Chi pushed the door open.

“Fuck is you doing here?” Sav looked at Lake confused. “I did not ask to come here, Chi. Lake brought me. I was on the way home.” He started defending himself immediately.

“Get in here, Dayvion.” Chi pulled him along and it was dark as hell on the inside.

“SURPRISE!” the lights, loud ass music and cheering all happened at the same time. The whole club was decorated in his school colors with a big ass banner congratulating him. Everybody was holding cutouts of Sav’s head from his graduation photo.

“You did this for me?” Sav wanted to cry.

“Mhm…”

“I love you,” Sav kissed her all the way down on the couch.

“Stop Sav!” Chi laughed. “My dress is comin’ up! You doin’ all this in front of people!”

“Can I give my brother a hug now?” Dem asked and they let each other go. “I’m proud of you bul.”

“Thank you.” Sav hugged Dem longer than he did his own wife. Chi was over trying to get in between something that Sav needed to literally survive, to breathe and have good days. They were working through a lot of things and as long as he prioritized her and their children then he could love on Dem all he wanted.

“I’m so proud of you, boo boo,” Ivy said kissing her baby all over.

“Ard come on with all that shit,” Vant tore them apart. “We got a surprise for you later,” he whispered making Sav laugh.

“Shout out to my young nigga Sav! Congratulations bro!” DJ AP shouted in the mic sounding like a nigga making everybody crack the fuck up. She was barely six weeks post-partum and came out to party for her favorite person much to Lake’s dismay. “This one for you baby!” Avery pointed at him then played Nicki Minaj Moment for Life. Sav wouldn’t openly admit he was a fan.

“No, I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes, clap for the heavyweight champ, me! But I couldn't do it all alone, we!” Sav jumped on all his brothers. The moment was so nice. “Lake Porter raised me,” he remixed the lyrics.

Lake looked at Wreck who was visibly sad and hugged his brother and in front of everyone Wreck received it because he really needed it.

“It’s gon’ be okay, ard?”

“Yea…” Wreck didn’t want to ruin his little brother’s day so he decided to just put his own issues aside for the time being. Vant handed him a drink patting his back.

“It’s ard bro.”

“Put ya drinks up,” Dem held his glass in the air with is arm wrapped around Sav. “It's a celebration, every time we link up, we done did everything, they can think of, greatness, is what we on the brink of!”

“I WISH THAT I COULD HAVE THIS MOMENT FOR LIFE!” everyone sang

#on us #authornina #nina

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Soulmates: Chapter Eighteen – The Wedding

Summary: You are cordially invited to the wedding of Ava Lynne Broussard and Jensen Ross Ackles.

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), various family and friends mentioned.

Warnings: 18+ Only, wedding, fluff, language, mentions of starting a family, sweet newlywed smut, oral sex (f rec), unprotected sex.

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: The officiant’s speech and Ava and Jensen’s vows are a combination of my words and those found on various wedding websites, edited until I was happy with them. As always, not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine.

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May 2010

“Please don’t let me fall,” Ava smiled nervously, trying to hide the quake in her voice.

“Never, Cupcake,” Bobby smiled through watering eyes as he let his middle daughter hook her arm with his. “You’re a beautiful bride, Ava,” he said as tears slipped down his cheek, not that he had any doubt otherwise. She tried to speak, but her voice wavered, and her bottom lip trembled. “Now, now, Cupcake. Don’t go crying on me! Your mother will never forgive me if you cry and ruin your makeup!” Bobby smirked as Ava giggled. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything, Dad.”

“Then let’s get you down that aisle and married to that man of yours. He’s shitting himself enough without you being late!” Bobby smiled.

“Aw, you shouldn’t have told me that! Now I wanna wait a little longer and make him sweat a bit!” Ava laughed heartily at the thought of Jensen hopping from foot to foot and sweating profusely. Bobby laughed and shook his head.

“That’s my girl!”

The Master of Ceremonies ushered the bridal party forward as the string quartet played the opening bars of Pachelbel’s Canon in D Major. Ava’s two nieces headed up the procession; they couldn’t contain themselves once the music started, taking off at a run down the aisle, tossing white and pale pink rose petals up in the air and grinning at the laughter around them.

Next came Jared with Mackenzie on his arm, followed by Ava’s oldest sister, Charlotte and her husband, Michael and then her other older sister, Isabella and Jensen’s childhood friend, Tom. Next to walk were Jensen’s school friends Colin and Pete, who were paired with Ava’s youngest sisters, Sophie and Emily. Last to head down the aisle before the bride and her father were Jeffrey Dean Morgan, his partner and Ava’s best friend and maid of honour, Hilarie.

“You look beautiful, Ava.” Jeff smiled as she and her father stopped just behind him. “Jensen is a lucky bastard to be marrying you, sweetheart. Don’t you ever let him forget it!” he winked.

“I love you, bitch. I’ll see you down there. You’re gonna knock him dead!” Hilarie smiled as she and Jeff linked arms and walked to the altar.

“Last chance to run, Cupcake,” Bobby chuckled in her ear, and she slapped his arm playfully. “Listen, before we start moving, I just want to tell you how proud I am of you. You picked a good one in that boy. He’ll never do you wrong. He loves you with every fibre of his being, and he’ll treat you right. Always,” he smiled at her and kissed her temple. “Now, come on. Let’s get you to your man.”

At the halfway point, Ava noticed Josh smile softly and proudly at her. The best man grinned before slapping his younger brother on the chest and nodding in her direction. Jensen turned and got the first look at his bride. His jaw dropped, and his eyes swam with tears. She was even more beautiful than anything in his dreams.

The white lace hugged her curves perfectly. Had Jensen not known better, he’d think the dress was made specifically for her by the designer. A serene smile settled on his features as tears rolled down his cheeks. An almost inaudible “aw” sounded from their families and friends in the front few rows as they watched Jensen’s only vulnerability and his infinite strength walk towards him, smiling brightly and barely holding back her own tears of pure joy and love.

Bobby stopped at the bottom of the aisle and took Ava’s hand, placing it in Jensen’s. “Take care of my little girl, you hear me, son?” he said, kissing his daughter’s cheek before pulling back and dabbing at his eyes.

“Always, sir. You have my word,” Jensen said, nodding at his soon-to-be father-in-law. Turning his attention to his bride, he sighed with pure contentment and whispered, “God, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, handsome. You scrub up very nicely yourself. You know I always-”

“Love me in a suit, I know.” Jensen chuckled, and Ava nodded her head with a giggle. The officiant grinned at them and with a nod of her head, confirmed she would get started.

“First, I’d like to begin by welcoming everyone and thanking each and every one of you for being here on this happiest of days. It’s no accident that each of you is here today. All of you were invited because you represent someone important in the lives of Jensen and Ava. I know how deeply they care and love one another, and I feel privileged to be here today amongst family and friends as we bear witness to their commitment to a lifetime of love with each other.

“Now, upon meeting Jensen and Ava, it was abundantly clear that they represent a perfect pairing because each complements the other so well. They balance one another, and while each is a remarkable individual on their own, together, they are even better. And being better together as a team, a unit, and partners in life (and in crime!), has been many years in the making and ultimately led us to be here today, witnessing their commitment to one another in front of those they love most. What I wish for them on their wedding day is that their life together as a team is one of complete contentment, full of those moments that they wish would never end and that they continue to make one another smile and laugh. And so, without further ado…

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Jensen Ross Ackles and Ava Lynne Broussard in the union of marriage. This contract is not to be entered into lightly but thoughtfully and seriously, with a deep realisation of its obligations and responsibilities. The bride and groom have prepared their own vows that they will read now. Jensen, if you please,” the officiant gestures for Jensen to begin.

“Ava, do you remember the day we met? I knew from that first moment that we were meant to be together. Of course, nothing in life ever goes that smoothly, so at first, you became my best friend. That was time well spent, though, because I can stand here before everyone and confidently say with absolute certainty that there is no one else I want to build a life with. You are my lover, my companion, and my best friend, and I am the happiest man alive knowing that I get to have you by my side for eternity.

“I’d never been in love before we met. I thought I was a few times, but I wasn’t. I didn’t know what it meant to care so deeply and passionately for someone, let alone be on the receiving end of it. Before you, something was always missing. Everything was always so hard. Now, it all falls into place. It’s simple. Accepting your love is easy, and loving you is easier still. We protect each other, make each other laugh, and always find a way to get into mischief!

“I promise to hold your hand every night and to never let us lose our spark. I promise to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed, and to share in the silence when they aren’t. I promise to be giving and forgiving. You are my love, my light, my strength, my soulmate. You’re the person that keeps me singing, smiling, and laughing. You have taught me that two people joined together with respect, trust, and communication can be far stronger and happier than they could ever be alone.

“You have made me the happiest man in the world today by agreeing to be my wife. I promise to cherish and respect you. I promise to always care for you and protect you. I promise to comfort you and encourage you. I promise to love you for who you are and who you become as we grow together. I promise to nurture your dreams and help you reach them. I promise to share my whole heart with you and show you how much I love you every day. I will love you loyally, faithfully, fiercely, and completely for the rest of my life. And I promise wherever we go, we’ll go together. Today, as you give me your heart and your hand, I promise to give you forever.”

“Beautiful. And now we hear from Ava,” the officiant smiles.

“A wise woman (and by that, I mean Nonna!) always told me that the most incredible moment in your life is when you meet the person who makes you feel complete. The person who makes the world stand still and become a beautiful and majestic place. The person with whom you share a bond so special that it exceeds a “normal” relationship and becomes something so pure and wonderful that you can’t imagine spending another day without them. For me, you are that person, Jensen, and I know how lucky I am to have found you.

“What drew me to you was your kindness. Your kind eyes and heart are what made me fall in love with you. Yes, you’re more handsome than I could ever comprehend, and you have the ability to cheer me up, make me smile or laugh, even when it’s the last thing I want to do. But your love and kindness make me a better person each and every day. You were there for my greatest challenges, continually encouraging me to grow and follow my dreams. You taught me to believe in myself and helped me become who I am today. In your arms and by your side, I can do anything. We can do anything.

“I’m so truly and deeply in love with you, Jensen. And from this day forward, I will be your light in the darkness, your warmth in the cold, and your shoulder to lean on when life is too much to bear on your own. My love for you will grow with each day, and I will be your friend and partner every step of the way. I will be there for you through the good and the bad. I love, trust, and respect you with everything that I have and give you everything that I am. You are my everything, and I will love you forever.

“Jensen, I promise to be your honest, faithful, and loving wife for the rest of my life. I promise to honour you, love you and cherish you today and every day. I promise to laugh with you, cry with you, cheer with you and grow with you. I promise to listen to you and learn from you, to support you and accept your support. I will celebrate your successes and mourn your losses. I will share my hopes and dreams with you as we build our life together. To be your partner in all of life’s adventures is all I could hope for in the world, and today I give you my hand, I give you my love, and I give you myself, the good, the bad, and the yet to come.”

“Absolutely stunning! Jensen, do you take Ava to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honour, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only unto her forever?” the officiant smiled.

“I do,” Jensen grinned.

“And Ava, do you take Jensen to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honour, cherish, and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only unto him forever?”

“I do,” Ava responded with emotion thick in her voice.

“Jensen, please place the ring on Ava’s left hand and say your final vows,” the officiant continued.

“Ava, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and faithfulness. May it forever remind you that I am always by your side, loving you, supporting you and protecting you. With it, I place my heart in your hands and give you all that I am and all that I hope to be.”

“Ava, please place the ring on Jensen’s left hand and say your final vows.”

“Jensen, this ring I give to you as a token of my love and devotion. I vow to you all that I am and all that I will be. With this ring, I join my life with yours forever and promise to love you faithfully, unconditionally, and respectfully, always and forever,” she said, tears escaping her eyes that Jensen was quick to wipe away to the delight of their guests.

“Making your relationship work will take love, patience, and commitment. Continue to date, never forget to take time to show each other that your love and marriage grows stronger each day and with each life moment. It will take trust to know that in your hearts, you truly want what is best for each other. It will take dedication to stay open to one another and to learn and grow together. It will take loyalty to go forward together without knowing exactly what the future will bring. And it will take commitment to hold true to the journey you have both pledged today.

“And now, by the power vested in me by the State of Massachusetts, it is my honour and delight to declare you husband and wife. Go forth and live each day to the fullest. Jensen, you may now kiss your bride.”

Jensen gently placed his hands on Ava’s hips as hers slid up his arms, resting on his shoulders. They leaned into one another slowly, smiling brightly and touched their lips together, softly, innocently, and filled with love. Jensen gently licked at her bottom lip, and as she granted him access, their kiss deepened with a gentle grazing of tongues. Ava was vaguely aware of their guests cheering loudly, and she smiled into the kiss and locked her hands around Jensen’s neck. In a swift and seamless movement, he spun her before dipping her body down in the classic romantic manoeuvre.

“It gives me the greatest pleasure to present to you the newlyweds, Mr and Mrs Ackles!” The officiant shouted over the cheering crowds as whistles, applause, whoops, and confetti filled the air around them. Jensen put her back on her feet and pulled away from her lips, resting his forehead against hers.

“Hi, Mrs Ackles!” he grinned boyishly.

“Hi, husband!” Ava giggled joyously and took his hand in hers as they walked to the edge of the small stage they were on. “Please don’t let me fall,” she whispered to him as they got ready to descend the steps and face their guests.

“Never, Princess,” Jensen smiles at his new wife’s radiant smile.

Laughing, they practically skipped back down the aisle, escaping their guests briefly to spend a few stolen moments with one another before they began the rest of the celebrations and began the rest of their lives together.

The wedding reception had been a roaring success, and as Jensen and Ava stood at the back of the room with champagne flutes in their hands, they took it all in. Everyone who meant something to them was right here in this room. The love that flowed throughout the space was astonishing and overwhelming. Before the tears fell for the hundredth time today, Ava smiled at her husband. “How about we call it a night, Mr Ackles?”

“Yeah?” Jensen smirked with a raised brow.

“Mm hm. It’s been fun and all, but I really wanna go somewhere private with my husband and have the kinda fun only he and I can have!” she leaned up to kiss his cheek before smirking back at him. “Come on! Let’s say goodnight to our family and tell the MC we’re heading out.”

Once their departure had been announced, and everyone was waving and shouting their farewells, Jensen swept Ava into a bridal hold and declared into the MC’s microphone that he was going to: “Consummate the fuck outta this marriage! Pun intended!”

The crowd of their closest family and friends went wild with cheers and whistles. Jensen dropped the mic to the floor, turned with his bride in his arms, and stalked towards the honeymoon suite with Ava laughing with pure glee in his arms the whole way there. Was there any better way she could’ve spent her first few hours as a wife? She didn’t think so.

Jensen carried her over the threshold of the room, and she gasped in surprise at the beautiful room decorated with bouquets of roses, petals, and candles everywhere. An ice bucket holding several bottles of champagne sat next to a bottle of top label Macallan whiskey and an abundance of strawberries, some on their own and others covered in chocolate.

“You like it?” Jensen asked as he walked her over to the bed and placed her gently on its petal covered surface.

“It’s beautiful! You did all this?” Ava asked in awe.

“Anything for you, Princess,” he smiled.

“Have I told you today that I love you?” she giggled as she stretched to kiss him.

“Hmm,” Jensen hummed in pretend thought. “Only like a million times!” he grinned and slowly lowered himself on top of her, careful not to damage her dress as he kissed her.

“How about we get started on making that family we’ve always talked about, huh?” Jensen asked after a few minutes of sweet, loving kisses. Ava smiled adoringly up at him. They’d agreed they wanted to start a family as soon as they’d said, ‘I do.,’ and Ava had made all the necessary arrangements to stop her contraception about six weeks ago.

“What d’ya say?” Jensen asked after a beat of silence.

“I say, I’m gonna slip into the bathroom and change into something a little more comfortable, and you can crack open that champagne. I’ll be back in a few minutes, and then I’d love nothing more than to get right on it,” she grinned at her dirty joke as Jensen laughed heartily.

“You got it, Princess!”

Her backless dress hadn’t left much room for sexy wedding night lingerie, so she’d bought something special to change into for his eyes only. She heard the cork pop as she rolled up a stocking, clipped it to the garter belt, and stood up. Heading towards the mirror, she studied her reflection. The white lace was stunning and sexy; she couldn’t wait for him to see it.

Carefully, she pulled the hairpins from the half-up do the hairdresser spent an hour on this morning. Her curls tumbled over her shoulders, and she shook them out. She reapplied her makeup for the final touch, wanting to look her best for her new husband. With a final spritz of perfume, she looked at herself in the mirror one last time and smiled.

He’s gonna fucking love this! Ava grinned.

Silently opening the door, her eyes landed on Jensen’s back as he stared out the window and over the bay to the bright lights of Boston far in the distance. Glass of whiskey in his hand, she noted he’d rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows and was pulling at his bowtie. Finally tugging it loose, he tossed it onto the table and unbuttoned the top buttons. She spotted the glass of champagne sitting on the dresser and walked into the room to pick it up, quickly taking a hearty gulp to try and swallow down her nerves.

Jensen caught movement in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows and turned towards her with a smile. As soon as he saw what she was wearing, his jaw went slack, and his eyes raked over her body. With a gulp, his gaze returned to her face, and he huffed a whine, making Ava laugh.

Nothing in this world felt more powerful than being able to short-circuit his brain like that.

She walked over to him, stopping a step or so away. Tilting the glass back, she swallowed half its contents before setting it on the table next to his bowtie. She stepped slowly forward, took the whiskey tumbler from his grip, and put it next to the crystal flute.

Reaching up on tiptoes, she kissed his neck and jaw softly. Finally breaking from his trance, his arms gripped her hips and pulled her forward. She never once stopped her trail of kisses as her small hands pulled his shirt from his slacks and unbuttoned it.

Jensen skimmed his calloused hands over her skin, his fingertips grazing her thighs, hips, stomach, waist, and lower back. He trailed them up her sides, and she whimpered as goosebumps erupted on her skin when they trailed over the lace at the sides of her bra. They continued their delicate journey until they cupped her neck and pushed her back, gazing into her eyes.

“You’re wearing far too much clothing, Mr Ackles,” Ava said softly, pulling his shirt from his body and running her hands softly over his torso, making him shiver. “Pants off, baby and come join your wife in bed,” she whispered softly.

Biting his lip with a groan, Jensen quickly grabbed their glasses from the table and placed them on the bedside table where the bottle of whiskey and ice bucket already sat. Dropping his pants, he put them over a chair and rid himself of his underwear. Completely naked and completely hard, he walked to the bottom of the bed and gently grabbed her ankles, pulling her down the bed.

“Now who’s wearing too many clothes?” he smirked as his hands ran up her stocking-clad legs. He unclipped them from the garter belt with impressive speed and accuracy and sensually rolled the nylon off her legs.

Jensen kissed and nipped his way up her legs, slipping his tongue out to tease the skin of her thighs before sucking gently at the sensitive skin. Lowering himself to his knees at the foot of the bed, he pulled her further down the bed and placed her legs around his shoulders. He hooked his arms under her legs, using his hands to pull and hold her thighs apart. His finger slipped under the lace and slid down her slit.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you. Is this all for me?” Jensen rasped as his fingers trailed lightly up and down her wet, silken lips a few times.

“Only for you, Jay,” Ava gasped, overwhelmed by the gentleness he was touching her.

“Mmm, well, let’s do something about it, huh?” Jensen rumbled as he pulled her panties to the side, exposing her dripping sex. “Jesus, fuck!” He groaned as he leaned down, licked over her slit, and tasted her sweet slick.

Jensen kept his movements slow and gentle. They had plenty of time to fuck like bunnies. Right now, he was making love to his wife for the first time, and he’d be damned if he wouldn’t savour this sweet and romantic moment for both their sakes.

Still, he was shocked that Ava came so quickly on his tongue’s slow caresses. Perhaps the day’s emotions became too much for her, and erupted from her in a long moan as her hips rode his face. He knew that they were for him: the build-up to this day and its perfect execution had made him all kinds of emotional.

His tongue stroked her gently through her climax, and when her legs stopped shaking, he kissed her mound sweetly before his lips travelled up her body. As he placed soft, wet kisses over her stomach and hips, he stood up and pulled her panties off.

Ava slid up the bed with Jensen crawling quickly after her, his hands sliding up her sides and gripping her gently before laying on his stomach between her legs. More kisses rained down on her skin, and when his hands nudged behind her back, she raised up, allowing him to deftly undo her bra clasp and quickly remove the white lace from her breasts.

He lavished her hardened nipples and tender breasts with attention, moaning as his pre-come dribbled onto her thigh. Arching her back at the stickiness on her legs, she ran her hands over his head, sliding her hands through his soft hair and grabbing what she could.

Jensen groaned around her nipple and bit down before sucking it into his mouth, her gasping as she pulled his hair. She squirmed and rolled her hips, trying to get some friction from his stomach. It was becoming too much for him, and he was painfully hard, so leaving her breasts behind, his lips journeyed the rest of the way up her body.

Sucking and nipping at her neck, he was careful not to mark her delicate skin, knowing she was starting work on her new show in a few days. Finally, he reached her lips, and they kissed, remaining there for a while, happy in each other’s arms until they were almost out of breath.

Jensen pulled away from her lips, chuckling softly as she chased his. Placing his forehead to hers, he looked deep into her eyes and whispered, “I love you,” as he pushed into her. Eyes locked on one another, their hips repeatedly met languidly, neither in any rush whatsoever for this to end.

Jensen’s hand slipped between their bodies, and his fingers easily found her swollen clit. Gently, he swiped his thumb over her, making sure he caught it just right, her gasp telling him when he’d found it.

“Jensen!” Ava moaned out, her legs beginning to tremble and her eyes rolling to the heavens.

“That’s my beautiful girl. Come on. Let go for me. I gotcha, I always gotcha, baby girl,” he murmured and smiled when he saw her fall over the edge. The slow movements of their hips and his thumb catching that favourite little spot of hers kept her orgasm coming. Her back arched violently, pushing her body into his, hands clinging to his shoulders and moans and gasps fell from her kiss-swollen lips with every breath.

Looking on with utter awe, Jensen’s climax finally hit when she fell back to the bed with a breathy call of “Oh God!” falling from her burning lungs. His moans increased in volume, and his head dropped into the crook of her neck. Ava’s soft, small hands gripped his bicep, and the other slid up his back and gripped his neck.

His hips stuttered, and he pushed as far as he could within her tight channel, rutting into her and calling her name loudly before stilling. Ava felt him twitch within her, and with every spurt of seed that coated her fluttering walls, he grunted out a “fuck!”

Collapsing on top of her, he rests his head against her breasts until he gets his breath back. “Damn, baby girl! You’re gonna be the death of me!” He chuckled as he slowly pulled his softening member from her.

Ava shivered at the loss of his body heat and of him from inside her. Rolling over, he grabbed the champagne, topped up her glass, and handed it to her.

“Drink, relax and rest. Let me get you some strawberries. Help you get some strength back. Ain’t no way I’m done with you yet, Mrs Ackles! And if you think you’re gonna ride me without putting that underwear and stockings back on, you have another thing coming!” Jensen smiled at her laugh.

“I love you, husband,” Ava grinned, opening her mouth to accept the strawberry he placed on her lips.

“I love you too, my beautiful wife,” Jensen smiled and kissed her forehead.

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tojigasm · 3 years

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hi!!!! may i request an au with established relationship with nanami, they have been married for a long time and reader wants to ask for a baby but is too shy

softdom!nanami quickly notices and agrees >////< and now he’s babbling and praising reader and tells her how he’s going to put a baby in her HMGGGNG basically got a baby fever

also reader is very shy and meek and cute >< thats all!!! i love ur works btw <3

Of course xoxo! and thankyou so much, you’re so sweet!! I wrote this kinda fast so I apologize if it sounds rushed. I constantly have baby fever so this was a fun one, I hope you enjoy!! <3

Nanami was everything you could ever ask for in a husband. He was patient and aimed to please you, always at your beck and call. You were never afraid to tell Nanami anything, he was your best friend... but when it came to asking the stoic man to pump a fucking load into you, suddenly you couldn't find the courage to crawl into his lap and nuzzle his neck while begging him to stuff you with his cock until you were pregnant with his child.

It was hard to watch the world move around you, your friends beginning to have their own children, and articles being put out about the next celebrity whos expecting. It felt like torture and worst of all, you felt as though you couldn't talk to your own husband.

You smiled as you watched your friend strap her 6-month old baby into his carrier, rubbing the baby's tummy gently, Imagining it was you running your soft fingers over your own child.

Turning to look at you, she cleared her throat, her face flat.

"You gonna stop staring or ask to hold him?"

Your eyes widened, focus moving between her and the baby in his carrier. Heat rushed to your face, you had gotten caught day dreaming again.

"Uh, sure." You mentally slapped yourself

"Sure you wanna hold him or?" Her words fell into a chuckle as he unbuckles her baby, picking him up and moving him towards you which you graciously accepted with both hands. Bringing the small baby to your chest you ran a hand over the curve of his small head, fingers running over the small hair.

"Thankyou." You whispered, completely enamored with the baby in your arms, cooing softly as he reached out to you with a small hand.

Your friend watched you from her seat on the couch, chin resting in her palm, watching you swoon over her baby. She took a sigh, "So... when's Nanami gonna put one in you?"

“What?” You lifted your head to look at her in confusion, “I-I don’t think I get what you mean.” turning back to her son and stroking his cheek with your finger, a giggle coming from him.

“Oh come on y/n, I know you want one. don't pretend like you don't glaze over in awe over clothes and blankets at the Gap when we go, or stare at mothers and their children, o-or even now,” she stammered over herself, throwing her hands out towards you to make a point of how you delicately held her child to your chest in a motherly way. “You’re holding him like he’s your own kid.” she laughed in a scoff.

“I guess I’ve been thinking about one...” you moved to cradle the baby closer to you. “I just, I don’t know if Nanami wants one. I don’t wanna bother him with it.” you admitted, head falling downwards to focus on the baby, tears threatening to spill over your cheeks.

“You guess?” She leaned back, repeating your words; hearing her say it really did solidify how fucking stupid you sounded. you guessed. you guessed? no, you fucking wanted a baby.

“I say you talk to him.” she turned away from you to look out the window, scratching the back of her head absentmindedly.

you nodded and kissed the baby’s forehead, “Okay, I’ll tell him tonight.”

You did not tell him.

You really wanted to tell him, to spill your wants and desires in his warm arms, to have him fuck you until your legs were numb and cum poured from your small pussy. You really, truly, wanted to tell him. but as soon as you had said your goodbyes to your friend and stepped inside the glass door of your shared home, your original plan in telling him jumped out the window - literally fucking left.

“Hey,” Nanami called and snapped his fingers in front of you. not realizing you had been staring at the plate of food on the table in front of you.

“Oh, sorry, I must've been thinking about work.” you lied and picked up your fork, digging into the meal aggressively, hoping Nanami would forget about your little space out.

Nanami hummed and went back to eating, his hand on your thigh, squeezing as a way to let you know he was there for you, whenever you were ready.

That's the way it always was - always has been. The same routine, every day and every fucking night. Every night you grasp at the right words to explain what you want and always leave the table to go to bed, wrapped in Nanami’s arms. It’s evil. Evil because you love Nanami but this one single thing seemed to torture you every time you tried to speak about it. Burning your tongue and cutting your lips the second you opened your mouth to say “Nanami, I want to have your baby.”

Locking the door behind you and slipping off your shoes, you made your way into the kitchen where Nanami sat at the table, two plates prepared - the steam long gone.

“How was work, sweetie?” Nanami asked, uncrossing his arms to place them on the table. taking a seat at your designated chair, you sighed and looked down at your hands in your lap.

you felt like crying. first, work was absolute hell for you today and now you have to deal with the those nagging thoughts, those evil, evil thoughts telling you that Nanami is too busy, that Nanami doesn’t need another baby to take care of, that Nanami doesn’t want a baby with you-

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s been bothering you or are you gonna just going to keep hiding things from your husband?” He asked with a smirk, the underside of his arm facing the ceiling as it laid on the table; the flaxen lights of the ceiling lamps made of sea glass bottles reflecting off his Rolex.

You nodded defeatedly, too tired to let your burnt tongue and cut lips stop your from going on a mantra-

“What’s going on love?” He reached to a hand that sat in your lap, pulling it up to his lips, kissing your soft skin gently. “Tell me Nanami what’s wrong so he can make it better.”

His voice brought tears to your eyes. how fucking stupid were you to believe Nanami didn’t love you, to believe that he wouldn’t want to hear your concerns and wants. you began to cry silently.

“Baby, baby, baby” Nanami pulled you into his lap, cupping your head to his chest as you sobbed, running a hand down your back trying to soothe your small whimpers.

“M’sorry” You pushed yourself back from his chest, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your sweater to which Nanami pulled your hand away from your face, kissing your nose softly.

“Tell me what’s wrong honey.” He pleaded and tilted his head, trying to get a better look at your face.

“I- I just- I don’t-” You tried, you really did try, not knowing where to start.

“C’mon, deep breaths for me.” He placed his head on your chin, grounding you to his firm body.

you sighed and took a few shaky breaths “I want a baby.” you said, bracing for the quick “no.”

a hum vibrated in Nanami’s chest, “I thought so, but I didn’t want to make you feel like i was pressuring you if you weren’t ready.” he rubbed your arm comfortingly.

you couldn't cry anymore, opting for small sniffles.

“Does my baby want a baby?” he asked, craning his neck to look at you, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

you nodded and took a deep breath, “I do Nanami, I really do. I can’t take it anymore; all of my friends have these cute little babies and every where I turn there's another baby announcement from the media... I want a baby so bad Ken.” you turned your head to tuck into Kento’s chest, his hand coming behind your head to rub at your muscles.

Nanami was quiet at your words, listening intently to your soft voice. “I’ll give you a baby sweetie” he finally said, scratching your back through the fabric of your sweater.

you jumped back at his sudden statement, mascara covering your cheeks and lashes stuck together by salty tears. “Really?” you wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeve, Kento pulling your hand away “Don’t do that love, you’ll hurt your eyes.” he leaned in to kiss the tears himself.

The rest of dinner was smooth, you sitting in Nanami’s lap as he fed you and himself, rubbing the skin of your thigh gently as you took bites of what he supplied you. “Eat your dinner, then we make a baby.” He placed another spoonful at your lips.

Suddenly, eating dinner had never been so easy before, wharfing down bite after bite quickly, “Slow down,” Nanami scolded lightly, scratching your back as you swallowed another bite, “If you don’t relax we’re not doing anything tonight.”

too afraid to miss up on your opportunity to have your baby, you slowed down considerably and ate in silence with your husband.

“Oh, oh, Ken, please.” You moaned, cheek pressed into the gray satin pillow beneath your face. your hands held yourself open for him, spreading the lips of your pussy as Kento licked the flesh of your cunt.

“So gorgeous.” He stuck a finger inside of you, curling it upwards and using his other hand to push you into an arch. “Oh, good girl.” Nanami moved behind you to line the head of his cock up with your pussy.

“Please, Nanami.” You pleaded, catching his eyes to which he softened.

“Shh, sweetheart, I know.” he pushed himself into you teasingly, removing his cock to rub up and down your folds before pushing himself back in. “oh Jesus.” he draped himself over your back and began to pump himself into you.

you moaned deeply, body moving forward with each of his thrusts. “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” you cried.

Nanami cupped your chin with his hand and turned your face to give you a kiss, straightening himself up to thrust deeper into you, “drop your arms, sweetie, it’ll be more comfy.” his hips hitting the plush of your ass.

you moaned at Nanami’s ability to be balls deep in you and still care about your wellbeing. you reached behind you to grab onto a hand that was holding your waist, “Please, need you.”

Kento leaned over your body again, slowly helping you down to rest on your forearms. “M’ right here,” his thrusts got rougher, balls hitting your pussy, the sound was nearly pornographic.

Suddenly Nanami pulled out and helped flip you over, cupping your legs and bringing them up over his shoulders as he sat himself in a squat. Slowly, he lowered himself back into your tight cunt, groaning as you clenched around him, desperate for his cock.

pounding into you his head dropped to watch you moan, face screwing shut in pleasure. “Oh my fuck” you tilted your head downwards, heads bumping one another and resting against each other as you looked between the two of your bodies. the sight alone nearly made you cum.

Nanami’s cock was slipping in and out, your slick glistening off his skin. “Gonna put a baby in you” Kento’s voice made you look up at him, nodding aggressively.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fill me up please.” you reached up to pull him into a kiss, his thrusts becoming erratic. “fill me up, please, please, please, put a baby in me, wanna make you a daddy.” you warbled, drool spilling from your swollen lips. “M’ gonna cum.”

blonde strands of hair flipped back and forth as he thrusted into you “fuck baby, gonna cum.” he leaned down and kissed you deeply, pushing himself all the way to the hilt and letting his cum fill you.

you shivered as you felt the hot spurts of cum paint your insides, bringing Nanami closer to you as he slowly dropped your legs, moving them gently as so not to hurt you. “You okay?” he asked, petting the top of your head gently.

you nodded and wrapped your arms around him as he turned the two of you, jumping slightly as his cock hit something when you shifted,

“Shh.” he cradled you to his chest, kissing the top of your forehead.

“Can’t wait to make you a daddy.” you said quietly, breath growing heavier as sleep took over you.

“Oh yeah?” he smirked at the tiredness in your voice.

“mhm yeah.”

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fourmarkdove · 3 years

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Upstate.

Title: Upstate. | Masterlist

Summary: When the Captain learns you’ve kept a secret all these years, he’s more furious than he’s ever been.

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Words: 5.5k

Warnings: 18+ Smut. Angst, breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, dirty talk. Infertility/PCOS.

A/N: Had this in my drafts forever and sort of forgot I wrote it. Comments are welcome! Thanks for reading!

It wasn’t supposed to take this long to get pregnant.

It just wasn’t.

You went on the pill shortly after you met, which wasn’t the most glamorous story, but that one drunken pounding against the ladies bathroom wall just days before he was set to ship out set the tone for your relationship. At least in the beginning.

He did two more tours after that. The first time he was on leave, he dropped to a knee, all suntanned and scruffy, after dinner at your favorite little fish shop on the pier.

“We haven’t known each other so long, but your sweet voice on those phone calls, babydoll. They keep me goin’ when I feel like there’s not much reason to.”

That last time he promised, “We’re gonna settle down for good. You an’ me an’ our brood. Daddy just has some unfinished ass to kick, but don’t you worry, sweetness. Nothin’ but picket fences and backyard barbecues soon as I get back.”

You said of course you’d marry your coarse, burly soldier and there never was a happier man who swept up his girl on that pier in a yellow sundress.

You never thought you’d see the day when your hardline, take no bullshit, don’t give em’ an inch Captain would shed a tear - let alone in public - but he did just that the moment he turned his shoulder and saw you in the just barely off-white dress.

He swept his woman off your feet, saying he wanted to be a gentleman and treat you right. But you knew by the intensity of his gaze and how he barely glanced at the pretty white lingerie before he started tearing it off your body that he was going to have trouble being gentle. Not that you minded. You had no regrets when it came to this swollen beast of a man filling every hole, manipulating your body in unnatural positions because you were smaller and he was strong as a horse and built like a brick wall. He’d pin your wrists to the bed above your head and gorge on your heaving tits, or grip behind your knees and have your feet bouncing behind his thick neck, until you were a sweat slick, foul mouthed whore begging for more of his meaty shaft pounding you into a moaning, senseless mess. You thought growing up there’d be something magical and pure about being a new bride dressed in white giving yourself over, blushing and shy, to the man you promised to love forever.

The reality was so much more visceral. All you wanted for days on end was his thick body forcing your thighs open, his hands gripping your flesh, fingers leaving bruises on your hips, crushing kisses that nearly made you faint, the salty taste of his sweat and cum dripping from your lips and cunt, rolling down your thighs, smeared onto the teeth marks he left around your nipples and on your ass like a soothing balm. The only soundtrack in the house was the grunting feral sounds over you as if he willed his very being into yours through the force of each veiny thrust. And the lewd slapping of flesh against flesh, sometimes muted just a bit by the rough hair trailing down his torso leading to his monster cock. The sound of his thighs clapping against your ass and thighs as he fisted your hair and drove himself into your cervix never ever got tiresome.

When he’d get too close, he’d devour your cunt, biceps and forearms flexing and lifting you to his face, swallowing every drop of your slick mixed with his, swirling his thick tongue over your sensitive clit, feeding the mixed liquids back inside your slit. He’d drop to a knee and spread you over his shoulders if you didn’t make it to bed, or in bed, he’d trail down your body, nipping and biting, picking up your skin between his teeth, flashing those blue eyes up at you. He loved going down on his woman maybe even more than burying his throbbing cock, so he’d always glance up to see your lashes flutter, eyes roll back, lips part and scream silently as he gorged on your sex. His beard scratched between your thighs and made you that much more sensitive but fuck you loved it and he loved marking you. He’d sink his sharp canines into the crease of your thigh and bite down just hard enough to make you cry out and arch for him.

By the time you were begging to come and whimpering his name like a prayer, he’d force his heavy, uncut cock all the way inside and start grinding, flexing every muscle in his core powering the grunting snaps of his hips into yours, seeking both of your release. And his mouth would get so filthy pressed to your ear.

“Gonna fuckin’ fill you up with all this cum. Not gonna be able to walk straight for weeks. That’s right spread wider for me. Fuckin’ give me that cunt. You’re gonna take it all like a good girl aren't ya? Get you all round - knocked up with my seed over and over. All that thick cream in these balls is just for you. That’s right. You want it? Milk it, babe.”

He growled and groaned, slapping his balls against your ass, all of the things that made you gasp and close down on him. You’d come first. Always. pulling the head of his cock right up against your cervix. He’d keep thrusting through your orgasm and his followed quickly after.

His big body could crush you under his weight but you loved it, practically demanded it, so he’d half roll off, resting mostly on his side and forearm and hip, while he panted into your hair on the pillow. But you wanted him all over your skin. The musky scent of his, still rolling down his hot skin, sweaty and thick with pheromones and sex, from working so hard to get both of you off over and over, you had no way to explain how you loved it - except by licking up the side of his neck and suckle kissing behind his ear while he panted into the pillow, his bicep and forearm heavy across your chest or around your hip, still holding you possessively.

He’d chuckle, still panting and turn his head on the pillow. Voice still rough from the beating his vocal cords took while he growled, huffed, groaned and barked instructions to you, he’d whisper in those quieter moments.

“Insatiable, kitten. Gimme a minute. Daddy knows what you need.”

You’d turn over in his weighty, tree bough arms and nuzzle into his hairy chest, feeling his thumping heartbeat hard and steady under your fingers. Tree trunk legs could pull all of you into him, and he’d fold you into his center, so not a single inch of you would have to touch sticky bed sheets when he rolled over onto his back. Thick fingers spread across your back, soothing over your roughed up skin, lifting your hair off of your sweaty neck, until the cool air in the room and his perpetually hot skin balanced to the perfect temperature somewhere in the middle.

It went on like that for three, six, nine months once he was home for good. Only two things changed as the months went on. His chocolate curls grew and spilled onto his forehead - which you loved to run your hands through - and you conceded the beard stays if the curls do too.

You came off the pill immediately, from that first night he came home, and never went back to it.

“Sweetness, don’t stress about it,” he’d coo gently, finding you curled up in bed or in the bathroom, sitting alone in the empty back bedroom in the new house. He’d try to squeeze the sadness out of your body every single month with his huge bear arms.

“It’s fun to try again, ain’t it?” he’d wiggle his eyebrows, and make you giggle through the tears. The more playful he was about it, the harder he leaned into trying everything he could to make it easier on you, so that meant a lot of research on websites. He never in a million years thought he’d be reading up on ‘luteal phases’.

He never had to be told twice that you might be ovulating. You’d whisper it to him sometimes he’d sense it. In bed, he’d smell that wet heat before you even backed your ass up against him, wiggling your aching core against the base of his raging erection. Slipping his big hand down your tummy and into your panties, he’d slide a long couple fingers through your slick heat, spreading your pussy lips achingly wide before withdrawing his hand and wrapping his other arm around the front of your shoulders.

“Mmph looks like you’re ready,” he’d groan, checking the viscosity of your juices. Spreading your slick between his fingers, he’d lick at it, gripping you tighter as you’d smirk and work your hips mercilessly on his dick.

That one taste would be enough to work him into a rutting frenzy though. “Got damnit, I need a taste,” he’d growl, climbing down and burying his face between your thighs. His mouth and beard would come up glistening with your juices and he’d look positively lust drunk on the stuff. Spreading his knees, he’d hoist your thighs up onto his, spreading your knees over his hips, so he’d be able to have a perfect look at your swollen cunt.

Pupils dilated and breathing hard, he’d pinch the hood of your clit and stroke it between his finger and thumb, making you squeal and writhe, pulling your own hair. He was in awe of your pussy every time he actually looked at that tiny, suckling hole - how in the world did you manage to stretch and accept his girthy cock? It had to hurt, right? It HAD to. Gripping your hips, he pulled you up to himself, one forearm supporting under your ass, and the other around your back. Touching foreheads, he nuzzled you lovingly.

You kissed him hungrily, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip before letting go. Hair mussed and giving him the darkest look, rolling your hips in his lap, you purred deep. Much to your confusion, he was the one to slow things down, smiling in his gorgeous blue eyes, kissing over your forehead, temples, eyelashes, nose, each lip.

“I wanna give you everything, babydoll,” he sighed, dropping his head to kiss over your shoulder.

Arching your back, you had him grip onto your hands and ease you, still spread over his hairy thighs, back onto the bed.

“Put a baby in me,” you demanded. He huffed out a sharp breath, puffing out his cheeks, before plunging two thick fingers into your cunt, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out. You shrieked and moaned in pleasure, arching deeply.

He could have been gentle but those five little words; that demand of yours. You were his new CO and when he received orders, he ploughed through at a punishing pace.

“Gotta prime these walls,” he grunted, thrusting his fingers in and out, turning his hand so he could rub sloppy juices spilling out of your cunt. Leaning over, he pressed his palm against the mattress next to your head and did something near a one handed push up, coming nose to nose with you.

“Why we gotta prime walls, baby?”

You whined as he flexed and slipped a third thrusting finger into your slurping cunt, begging for something larger to grip onto.

“We prime…” you panted, clawing across the tense muscles in his chest, “because you’re gonna… paint my walls… with your seed.”

Giving you his tongue, he withdrew his fingers and smeared his fingers over his precum-leaking meaty member. Just pushing it down to the right angle and you arched, digging your toes into his tree trunk thighs as you accepted his cock into your aching insides. You cried out, tossing your head back, but that just made him latch onto your throat and thrust into your cervix like a battering ram.

You screamed his name two, maybe three times, and he bared his teeth, growling and swearing, struggling to hold on, planking on his forearms desperate not cum yet while your smaller slippery body, squirmed and writhed under him. One second you were hissing and gasping, sinking your teeth and nails into his shoulders or biceps. The next you’d sob and dig your feet in, because you were so stretched and so sensitive. If he could just hold on that second longer, you’d grab at his ass, let your thighs open up and release your massaging death grip on his cock still buried as deep as he last thrust before you clamped down on him to begin with. Then he slowed just a bit to kiss your panting mouth as the orgasmic shockwaves relaxed. Your deep purr indicated you were ready for more, so he’d catch under your knees and fold you in half, pounding your body at a different angle.

When it was time, he bore his teeth and groaned, burying his face in your neck, getting sloppy with his thrusts until the last two that were exceptionally deliberate, seeding white hot cum directly to the source, his slit ground mercilessly against your cervix, for a direct shot at emptying himself into your womb.

When all was said and done, you’d toss him a pillow and he’d kneel between your legs, pushing the pillow under you to keep your hips elevated. Hooking his arms under your thighs, he kissed all around your sensitive mound. Kissing inside your thighs, he could thumb your swollen lips apart and see how completely full he’d filled you, to the point of leaking, but neither of you minded. If it wasn’t too tender, he’d clean you up with his tongue before lying down with you again, closing your legs, and drawing both your knees up over his hip.

You assured him every time that the pain was hardly anything as you shuddered and clung onto his imposing frame. It was only the last couple of months that instead of giggling and demanding ice cream in bed after what you both agreed was the best sex anyone on the planet was having, you just wanted to be held.

“Shhh, shhh... I got you, sweetness,” he’d soothe, drawing up blankets, rubbing you all over. He’d tuck you into his chest, and you’d curl up even smaller, your soft little body trembling against his twitching muscle always felt amazing before. But not when it came with tears. You hid your face away when he asked what was wrong, but he felt the little puffs of held breath and silent tears falling into his chest hair.

Finally, finally, one night spent cradling you in his arms and kissing your tears away, he convinced you. And you didn’t just break your silence.

You shattered.

“Doc told me years ago... it isn’t... I’ll never have…babies of my own. My hormones are all wrong for it. She said shots, maybe IVF but… even conceiving… even if possible, it’d be…”

The worried lines around his eyes and across his forehead smoothed out as he stared at the blinking red light on the smoke detector above the bed. He stayed quiet, putting an arm behind his head.

“I hoped I would have found a better way to tell you all this before now.”

“You knew before we met?” His voice was uncomfortably calm. “Five years ago.”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean to—“

“Ya kept it from me. No indication whatsoever there were problems on the home front, though.”

“I hoped I wouldn’t ever have to say anything because we’d somehow be pregnant by now and—“

“Ya let me think everything was fine. Told me, “Come on home, soldier. Let’s try workin’ on that family again.’ And I did. Every tour. I came crawlin’ home to you.”

Sitting up against the headboard, he flicked on the bedside lamp and scratched his beard, eventually dropping his upturned hands on his thighs, displaying his defeat.

Even though you wore his shirt from the night before and he was naked, barely covered by the bedsheet, you felt entirely exposed. You wanted to dissolve into liquid and melt into the floor or shed your skin and slink into a nook and never come out again.

His wide eyes plead with you: ‘give me something substantial to grasp onto. Toss a rope and a damn good reason for all of the lies to a drowning man.’

There was only one reason, but you couldn’t bear saying it out loud. You couldn’t the entire time you knew him.

Slipping his hand behind your neck, he thumbed your chin up to look at him. “You thought I wouldn’t want ya if I knew, huh.”

Your bottom lip quivered but he didn’t let you collapse into yourself. Looking over your tense, teary, flushed features thoughtfully, he stayed silent. He had a way of looking still as a sheet of ice while a raging current boiled just underneath. That kind of stillness gave those under his command confidence because even amidst chaos, he made solid decisions. Ones that saved their lives, kept them out of harm's way.

In that moment, you felt no confidence. Sitting on your knees expectantly, you trembled all over. He moved his thumb down from your chin as he inhaled audibly, and furrowed his brow exhaling forcefully, wrapping his massive hand around your throat.

The moments waiting made your ears hot and the blood rush to your face. Tightness crept across your chest. You broke the silence first or you’d have lost your mind.

“You’re angry.”

He chuckled ruefully and went placid in an instant. “Angry. Mmm... Yes, that is one way to describe it, darlin’. Never more so, as a point of fact.”

Swallowing down tears, if he wouldn’t let you drop your head, at least you could close your eyes.

“No.” His calloused thumb stroked up and down the side of your neck. “No—no, you don’t get to do that. Not with me.”

“Please, Sy!” You burst, holding onto his wrist with both hands. “Please say something! I can’t take it!”

He sniffed and took his hand back, rubbing them together instead of touching you any longer. His broad shoulders lifted and dropped. “Not quite sure what to say.”

“I’m so sorry.”

He couldn’t look at you, not entirely, so he arched a brow and gave a sideways glance. His voice was rough and deep with more emotion than either of you anticipated. “I was uh… unapproachable?”

Lifting your head from your hands, it made your heart shred into a pulp seeing the lifted brows and pained expression tensing his features. “What?”

“Unapproachable,” he graveled, cursing the emotion that made him choke up. “Fuck. I know I can be direct. I been tryin’ real hard to be gentle with you. Did I give the impression you couldn’t, ya know, tell me things?”

“No, of course not, Sy. I tell you everything.”

His smoldering ember pile only needed a breath of fresh air before it came roaring to life, consuming these new logs you’d placed on top.

“Gotdamn it. You knew this was important to me. The way you carried on, let me believe we had a life together. A future. With our family. Do I even know you?”

Smoke from the fire burning inside him made your eyes sting and water.

“Please, stop it, Sy,” you pleaded, pulling away from his grasp. “Please!”

The flames of anger - or was it hate - turned his pupils dark and made him somehow appear even larger with each deep breath.

“How do I know where the lies stop and you begin?”

Embers of his rage floated in the air and easily took to you like the driest kindling. You exploded unlike you never had before. Fists balled and panting, you squared your shoulders up and shifted your weight.

“You know what? Fine. Here’s the truth: I was barely 18 when the doctor looked at me and said, ‘consider adoption’. I wasn’t even thinking about kids then, only why I had cramps every month but no period.

“We’ve tried correcting hormones for years with so little success I’ve felt like a goddamn science project while my friends moved on, grew up, got married, raised families. Do you know how devastating it is to slog through one of those baby showers? Everyone is so warm and happy, celebrating new life and how their bodies produce something amazing.

“Meanwhile, all I can think about is how if I were to conceive by some fucking miracle, the chances of miscarriage are so high, it’d make more sense to plan some kind of memorial for a child I’ll never meet instead of a cute little fucking baby shower.

“And it’s the one thing you asked of me! What kind of a woman am I that I can’t give you the one thing you wanted?! A broken one. With a broken womb. So yeah, be upset with me. Hate me, Sy. But I promise you’re never gonna catch up. I’ve got years’ worth of a head start hating myself.”

Eyes bleary and completely heartbroken now that he knew your secret, your head dropped and you held it in pain from the headache that exploded from the tension.

You didn’t wait even thirty seconds before he nudged your head back up again with his knuckle. Your chest ached so badly from barely containing the sobbing. The moment you saw his arms were already open waiting for you to fall into, you gasped and let the tears come.

You leaned in an inch and he scooped you up the rest of the way. Helping you settle into his lap, thighs spread over his, he cradled you tenderly to his bare chest, wrapping you up in his entire upper body. Burying your face into his neck, you mewled his name softly when his lips pressed behind your ear.

“Sy, I—“

“Shh shh shh…” his baritone was so deep, you could feel and hear it as he dropped his head low to speak close like it was your own secret space to be alone together. “I’m sorry, sweetness. I know, babygirl, I know. Shh shh…”

Rubbing circles over your back, he gave you time to release through deep sobs some of that suffering you’d been dragging with you.

“I’m disappointed, shh—disappointed we can’t have our own, ‘course. But I think I’m more disappointed that you been upset this whole time over somethin’ we coulda sorted out together. Years ago. Babydoll, it breaks my heart to think of you bein’ this sad. Makes it a hundred times worse if you were upset ‘bout lettin’ me down. And you usin’ that ‘hate’ word in the same breath to describe the love of my life… Geez babygirl, that tears my heart right out my chest.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks. You pressed your palms against his hard as rock chest while he encircled you in his long reach. Tears rimmed his blue eyes as you wordlessly attempted to work out if he planned to let go or hold onto you. Eventually, you collapsed into him, exhausted.

“Look at me, Sweetheart. It’s important. What? Louder. Deep breath and one more time? Oh. No, I know it’s gonna make you cry more but imma make it better, I promise. Lemme see my girl. There she is.”

You sniffled and rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. Your lips and eyes felt swollen from crying, and your hair was a mess, but he smiled in his soft blue eyes and stroked it back.

“Kids, no kids, doesn’t matter. I wanted you. Ask Parker or any other CO I work with. That very first night I saw you I said, “Imma marry that girl,” and here we are. But since we are married, I wanna know the things goin’ on inside ya. Not just ‘how ya feelin’, are ya hungry, are ya horny’ type stuff.”

You scoffed, kissing his cheek softly. He squeezed your hips tightly, lifting you closer, up higher on his pelvis, angling slightly back onto the pillows. He didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, but your heat, wiggling in his lap, and that you were starting to let go of some things inexplicably made the blood rush to his groin. You’d feel it in a second if he didn’t adjust your seating situation and lie back with you a bit.

“You’re not ‘broken’, sweets. And I don’t ever want to hear ya talkin’ ‘bout my girl like ‘at. You’re all woman, an’ the only one for me. You locked that right down in that pretty blue dress down on the pier years ago. Was it yellow? Nah. Really? With the little red… Huh. Color blind or not, this heart ain’t even mine no more so best be lookin’ after it. Yeah, you can cry now. Come here, babygirl. Daddy’s got you.”

When most of the tears were shed, he thumbed the dimples right above your panty line, just under the back of his lifted shirt you wore. Soothed very nearly to sleep, your fingers wound their way through his hair. He sighed letting his head fall back into your hands; he always loved when you scritched him like a puppy. Wrapping both hands behind your thighs, he held you in place, pressed to him and straightened up his neck when he really enjoyed what you were doing to him.

“Right there?” you cooed softly, raking your nails through his hair, down to the nape of his neck.

“Mmph,” he grunted affirmatively, tipping his chin down. He found one button on the shirt you wore straining against the fabric, exposing your bare skin right in front of his face. So he nuzzled into it. The unexpected tickle of his beard when he kissed inside made you gasp and arch back.

“Hey!” you squeaked and a mischievous smirk flashed across his face. He looped a finger inside his red flannel, releasing the fabric right below your belly button.

His eyes flashed up at you again as he pressed his mouth to your belly, swirling his thumbs in circles over your hips when he slid them inside the oversized flannel draped loosely on your body.

You closed your eyes, curling your fingers in his hair, and listened to the sound of the deliberate, wet kisses he placed from one hip to the other.

Hugging just under the curve of your behind, he ran his scratchy beard against your sensitive skin, but you still cradled the back of his head to you just the same. Finally kissing down to the apex of your sex, using his tongue to moisten the spot first, he placed a slow, suckling kiss that made your clit pulse and hips jerk involuntary.

“Sorry,” you mewled, pawing his hair. His jaw tensed and head lifted just slightly when your body responded so abruptly.

He nuzzled your skin and arched a brow up at you. “Don't be sorry, babygirl. Are you gonna let Daddy make ya feel good?”

A darkness fell across your features hearing that particular pet name for him. You tugged the shirt together.

“I don’t think I can do this, Sy. It’d be the first time not trying for... I can’t think about the… the emptiness. Feels like I’m giving something away too soon.”

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, collecting your hand from his shoulder. “Tell me what you need and I’ll get it for you.”

“Time… I guess. And you. Fuck, Sy. I must sound crazy. The way I’m talking, it’s like somebody died.

Here I am going on when you’ve actually witnessed people die.

I don’t want to diminish what you’ve been through with my nonsense.

Of course we need to do this.

We need to do this.

I want this.

I need you.

I need us.

I need this.

Fuck me, Captain.

Fuck me senseless.”

You made quick work shrugging out of his shirt and wrapped both arms around his thick neck. Fisting the mattress, he shouldered your ribs so quickly, it knocked you right off balance and onto his arm. Gripping under one of your thighs, he used that massive upper body strength of his to lie you back gently onto the mattress, holding your whole body up with just one arm.

As he eased you down onto your back, you went quiet and he leaned on his elbow to look down over you.

You stared up at the red blinking light on the smoke detector a long time while he pressed his large forearm down against your chest, between your breasts, and spread his palm over your sternum, attempting to give you an anchor point. Your arms laid limp, one above your head, one at your side, almost like you were having a nightmare except wide awake.

He’d seen that vacant look in the eyes of fresh infantry grunts after their first real battle and brush with death. But he never thought he expected to see it stateside, in the eyes of his wife.

Doing what felt natural to do, after all he was trained for it, he dropped his voice and redirected your attention.

“Eyes on me, darlin’. I know you’re feelin’ pretty rough inside. Grief is grief however it comes. Yeah, it’ll take time. But that’s why you’ve got your Unit to fall back on. Unit of two, you an’ me. Makes us a pretty elite team. I’ll do some of the heavy lifting for ya now that I know what we’re working with. I need ya to stay with me though, yeah?”

“Unit of two. I like it. Will you ever… Oh Sy, will you ever touch me like that again?”

He frowned, wrinkles lining his forehead. “Sweets, hell nor high water gonna keep me from lovin’ on you.”

Three months later, you returned home from a walk with the new puppy to find Sy standing in the front lawn, one hand on his hip and the other waving at the delivery truck to keep backing up.

“More wood?” you called from across the street over the roar of the diesel truck lift dropping green treated lumber along the side of the house. While your husband signed off on the delivery, you crossed to meet him in the grass with the puppy under your arm.

Looping a sweaty arm around you, he pulled you in by the hip and kissed the crown of your head.

“Thank ya, sir. See ya’ next Saturday,” Sy smiled behind his reflective sunglasses, shaking the driver’s hand.

“Next Saturday?” you repeated, glancing over your shoulder at the new pile of lumber that had been dwindling as he completed projects. Or at least it was. “I thought the treehouse was done, my love.”

“Oh, it is. Come have a look see.” He dwarfed your hand in his, taking you to the sprawling backyard. His truck was parked at an angle on the lawn with his tools laid out in the back and sketches drawn all over sheets on the hood.

Leaning in with his hip, he showed you his drawings, motioning with his hands as to where they should be or already were in the yard.

“Swing set? Done. Slides over there? Done. High and low bars - also done. Rope bridge, climbing apparatus, bouncer thing, treehouse, done.”

Tilting your face, you bumped your head against his chest appreciatively and he smirked. “I want to build out chairs that flip down on the deck. Not sure on the height is all. I don’t suppose you have any input?”

“All the social worker has said is to plan on three siblings from upstate. Two boys and a girl, between the ages of 5 and 10. Sorry I don’t have any help as far as height goes. I think we are more than ready for the little ones next week, Sy. Why don’t you come inside and cool down with me?”

Scratching the back of his neck, he glanced over his shoulder at the freshly installed fence blocking the neighbors’ view. “Better idea, babygirl. How ‘bout we give those swings a try first. Should hold both our weight, I reckon.”

Arching a brow, you folded your arms across your chest, pretending to be annoyed. “Oh, you ‘reckon,’ hm?” you repeated, patting his sweaty chest through his tank top. “Bear, we already have a sex swing upstairs.”

“Yeahhhhh...” he drawled, giving you his most sly smirk, “but this one is outdoors.”

“Captain! I can’t believe you!” you gasped, touching your imaginary pearls before pushing off the wall of muscle your husband provided when he folded his arms across his chest, launching yourself into a dead sprint across the grass toward the swing set. “Ladies first!!”

He chuckled, and jogged behind. “’Course, babygirl.”

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Babysitting (Part 1)

You and Alcina are roped into taking care of your friend's daughter for a few days. Alcina is...less than excited about it. I mean, come on, a baby in Castle Dimitrescu? What could possibly go wrong?!

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The warmth of the afternoon sun crept its way into the windows of Castle Dimitrescu. Both you and Alcina decided it was a beautiful day to take your afternoon tea in the gardens instead of the library . Blooms grew in newly fragranced air, the sweet petals that fluttered reflected by the honeyed-sweetness within. The garden birds always warm your heart. They bring so much joy just from watching them play and dance around the hedges. There are so many of them out today, large and small, brown, red-capped, and golden stripped. You love listening to their chirping, each singing its own beautiful song.

Alcina held your hand over the table as she sipped her special blend of tea.

“Oh, Darling, did I tell you Cristofor and Lucia are going out of town? He says it’s for business but honestly, I think they just want to have a break from the baby. I mean, I don’t blame them, it’s their first kid and you know how hectic everything’s been for them lately."

Alcina nods. “Yes, well, it didn’t help that they were a little unprepared for baby Julianna. That’s her name, right? I remember we offered to buy a few things for them before she was born.”

“Yeah, that’s it, but I just call her Jewel. My precious little gem. I guess they’re gonna be gone for the extended weekend and need someone to watch her.”

Alcina scoffs. “I pity those they choose.”

“Oh stop it, Alcina, it won’t be that bad.”

She stops what she’s doing, nearly choking on her tea, and just stares at you. “You didn’t. You did not! Please for the love of Mother Miranda tell me you didn’t say we would take care of her!”

Your silence was all the answer she needed.

“Why would you do that? Castle Dimitrescu is no place for a baby!”

“Tell that to Cris! I tried telling him that and all he did was assure me that everything would be fine. They feel Jewel would be safest in our care; they were practically begging, Al. What was I supposed to say?”

“No?” You roll your eyes at her. “What about their family? Are they really not available?”

“Lucia said she would feel guilty asking her folks to do any more for them. They usually watch her every day Cris and Lucia are at work. Imagine that plus three straight days; I would want a break too.”

Alcina stayed silent.

“They’re gonna stop by in a few days with some stuff, like diapers and toys and things.”

Alcina huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m so glad you discussed the details so thoroughly with them.”

“I figured you would say no. Look, I’m sorry I went behind your back but they really need a babysitter and they don’t trust anyone as they do us. Besides, I’m Jule’s unofficial aunt, I don’t think I can say no to something like this. I know you don’t like kids, but-”

“What are you talking about? I love seeing little Julianna.”

“You do? Cause every time they come to visit you seem kind of...distant”

“I don’t...I don’t like holding her. She’s too tiny and fragile for someone like me to be holding.”

“Someone like you?” Then it dawned on you. “Oh, Alci. You don’t actually believe that, do you? You’re always so gentle with her.”

“Because if I’m not delicate I’ll crush her.” Alcina’s face held sorrow to it, not evident to most individuals.

“You wouldn’t crush her, Alci. I know you better than that. You literally came running into my study the other day because I screamed ‘spider,’ and then carried me out because I lost sight of it. You’re a lot more gentle than you’re giving yourself credit.You're a good, thoughtful, and gentle person Alci. Anyone who can’t see that is purely idiotic,” I muttered under my breath.

“I suppose it’s not the worst thing in the world, having a baby running around the castle. And we have time to babyproof everything.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, love, she’s only seven months old. She’s only just starting to learn how to crawl.”

You were talking but Alcina wasn’t listening. She was too busy making a mental checklist of everything that needed to be done before baby Julianna arrived. “Hmm? Oh yes, of course, darling. Do you know where they got those baby gates? We’re going to need quite a few of them.”

“Alci, I don’t think we’ll need-” She’s already walked away. “ Hey, at least you’re embracing it?”

True to his word, Cris arrived at the castle three days later with a carriage full of supplies. You wanted to welcome them with Alcina, but the matriarch was nowhere to be found. The past few days for her have been spent deep cleaning the walls and floors, which really sucked, especially for Bela, Cassi, and Dani. They stuck doing the hard labor as Alcina bossed them around.

You greeted him with a tight hug. “Thank god you’re here. Alcina’s going crazy trying to babyproof everything. I don’t think the castle’s ever been this protected. Or this clean,” I muttered the last part under my breath.

Cris put a hand over his heart. “Oh, she doesn’t have to do that! Julianna can barely crawl five feet. Besides, I know for certain this place is much neater than our house, even on a bad day. She would have been perfectly fine.”

“I tried to tell her to not worry so much, but it just goes in one ear and out the other. Perhaps if she hears it from you she’ll finally listen,” I rolled my eyes playfully.

Cris nods. “And you wonder why I think Julianna’s so safe up here. I’ll be sure to mention it to Alcina. Do you wanna unload this stuff now or wait for her?”

You glance behind him to the carriage. There were a few large bags filled with miscellaneous items as well as a few larger things on the back seat not bagged at all like the playpen. “I don’t even know where she is, Cris. And I’d offer to have the girls help, but they’re hiding from Alci. Let’s just get started. We can put it in the lounge in the foyer until Alcina comes around.”

“Sounds like a plan. Some of this stuff I’ll bring more of when we drop her off, like diapers, you’ll never have enough diapers,” he says as he tosses you a bag.

“So you’ve said. Didn’t you have a nightmare about it once?”

“Before Lucia even went into labor. We ran out and every shop in a 50-mile radius was sold out. To date, it’s one of my worst nightmares.”

You laughed. “So where are you guys going? I mean, really going. You don’t actually think I believe that crap about a Mortician Expo, do you?”

Cris gave you a look of skepticism and stayed silent as if he were planning his next move.

“Relax man, I don’t actually care. Taking care of a baby is more work than I can imagine. I would want a break too!” The statement seemed to ease him.

“Nowhere special. We made reservations at a nice hotel a few hours south of here; it’s got a pool, hot tub, couples massages, the works!”

You nod, tossing the last of the bags by the lounge. “Nice! You guys deserve it, like I said, I can’t imagine how much work taking care of Julianna is.”

“You won’t have to in a few days,” he laughed.

“I’m excited now, but something tells me I won’t be in a few days. Just sleep deprived!”

“Nah you’ll love it. It’s just, well only slightly tiring! That’s all. Should we go looking for Alcina? I wanna go over Julianna’s schedule with both of you.”

“She knew you were coming so she should be here any minute now. I’m sure she just lost track of time bossing the girls around. The entire west wing has been baby-proofed and when I mean the entire wing, I mean the entire wing. She had Daniela take down all of the ornate weapons and armor from the walls while Bela and Cassi scrubbed everything. And that was just this morning.”

“I’ll be sure to thank them then,” Cris chuckled lightheartedly.

As if on cue, you can just make out the sound of high heels rushing down the corridor, only to stop abruptly just around the corner. Knowing Alcina she was probably adjusting herself to look like her usual well-presented way. Sure as rain, Alcina approached looking as elegant as ever. “Oh Cristofor, please forgive me. It’s been total chaos around here- I completely lost track of time and-”

Cris waved it off and took her hand in his, bringing it up so he could kiss her wedding ring. “Think nothing of it, Alcina. I heard you’ve been keeping yourself busy.”

The matriarch sent you a glare that you shrug off with a smug smile.

“You don’t need to worry about anything, Alcina. I know my little girl will be in the best care possible up here. There’s no one Lucia and I trust more.”

“That is one very generous statement, Cristofor, but a castle is still no place for a baby, especially this one.”

“That may hold some truth, but most of all that...messy business stays in the basement, right?”

“All of it does,” you answer for Alcina. “Even I’m not allowed down there and we’ve been married for three and a half years!”

“And for good reason,” Alcina says. “You know what goes on down there. Why would I put my wife’s life in danger?”

You were about to retaliate but Cris wrapped his arms around the both of you. “Let’s just get this stuff upstairs, huh? Far the fuck away from the basement and whatever goes on down there.”

Alcina opens her mouth but Cris shakes his head profusely. “Nope, don’t want to know. Let’s just get to the bedroom. Wow, the walls do look bare.”

“Indeed,” Alcina nodded. “It’s a good thing little Julianna is staying, I should have had the walls deep cleaned nearly decades ago,” she let out an elegant laugh.

“I hope you didn’t do all this just for us.” Cris looked in awe as the various portraits and ornate weapons decorating the walls became more scarce as they neared the master bedroom. It made this part of the castle feel abandoned. The chemical smell of cleaning solvents was strong, but it would surely be gone in time for Julianna’s arrival.

“Of course I did. You are family and you deserve nothing but the best possible care.”

Cristofor shakes his head. "You're a good woman, Alcina. I genuinely hope you know that."

She gives him a warm smile while holding the bedroom door open for him. "I try to be."

"So," he sets down his two large boxes of supplies to rub his back. "Where do you want this stuff?"

"At the foot of the bed for now," you shrug. "Alcina and I will organize everything once it's all here."

He nodded and kicked it lazily to the end of the bed and took a seat on the mattress. "If we wanna be lazy we could shove the rest of the boxes in the playpen and carry it all up in one trip."

"We can do that," you smiled. "Then we can start organizing everything."

"And while we're doing that I'd like to walk you through Julianna's schedule. Lucia made you a copy with a couple of notes on how to do specific things...it's all well let’s just say pretty detailed," he laughed.

A look of fear crossed over the matriarch's face for a moment. "Why don't I go grab it? Then you two can start unpacking. If I run into the girls I'll send them up as well."

"Oh leave the girls alone," you shake your head at the matriarch. "They're already hiding from you."

Alcina lets out an exasperated laugh. "Can you believe that, Cristofor? My own daughters are hiding from me!" Alcina exclaimed with a look of sheer amusement on her face.

"Nothing I'm looking forward to." You started unpacking the many boxes of diapers and arranging them neatly on the already emptied shelves while Cris made himself comfortable sitting on the floor, unpacking blankets and clothes. He unfolded and refolded them in a perfect square and placed them on top of the hope chest. You smiled at each plush blanket bearing a different pattern and color.

"Where can I put her clothes?"

"Um, just on the bed for now. I don't know if Alcina emptied out a drawer yet. It would be that middle one if you wanna check."

You hear almost all the joints in his legs crack as he stands and makes his way over to the dresser. He grips the knobs but pauses before opening them. "I'm not gonna find anything dirty in here, am I?"

"Not in there, no."

He turns back to you with an arched brow and hung jaw. You only laugh at him.

"Is it cleared out?"

He nods, neatly organizing the various onesies and pajama sets.

He busied himself displaying various lotions and powders on the coffee table, which would act as your changing station.

“What can I do?” Alcina asked, staring down anxiously at the various bottles.

Cris thought for a moment before taking two smaller boxes out of the playpen and pushing them towards the vampire. “These are for bath time." He quickly scanned over the contents to make sure he was correct. "This box is shampoos, soaps, and toys. Julianna loves bath time; the more toys and games the better." Alcina smiled. “And this box is her special duck towel, washcloth- also a duck pattern she loves ducks, two non-slip bath mats for both inside and outside the tub, and a sponge.”

She looked a tad overwhelmed again taking in all the items but took the boxes nonetheless. “Good thing I cleared out cupboard space, right darling?”

You wanted to laugh but restrained yourself to biting the inside of your cheek instead. “Yes, dear.”

"Well, that's everything. Oh, and don't worry about a crib. Lucia and I are bringing it when we drop Julianna off."

Alcina shook her head and simply waved him off. "Oh don't bother, Cristofor. We have one she's more than welcome to use."

You gave her a confused look. "Um, no we don't."

"Yes, we do. I just have to grab it out of storage. If you'd like to wait and see if it's up to your standards you're more than welcome to." It wasn't so much of an invitation as it was a plea.

Cris laughed. "Alcina, I told you anything you have is probably way better than ours. I'm sure it's fine."

"It would make me feel a lot better," Alcina said with a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Alright, whatever it takes to make you feel better about this."

Alcina sighed in relief and rushed down the hall.

"She really is worked up about this isn't she?"

You let yourself collapse back onto the bed. "You have no idea. She's been fretting over everything since I told her three whole days ago!"

"I kinda figured she would be the calm one between the two of you since, you know, she's got three kids already."

You feigned a look of hurt. "Ok first of all, ouch my pride! Secondly, all three of the girls were turned when they were adults. Which is why I wanna know where this supposed crib came from."

He turned back to you. "And you know what you're doing?"

"Of course not, but one of us has to be calm about it."

Cris laughed, letting himself lounge back on his elbows. Any further down and he was afraid he would fall asleep. "I guess that's true. You're gonna be great though, both of you. Just the fact that you're worrying about all this stuff tells me you're really dedicated to keeping Julianna safe and happy here."

"Thanks, man. I think I really needed to hear that. Got any advice to help us prepare?"

He slaps a hand on your thigh and gives it a friendly squeeze. "Have as much sex as you can before she's here. Because once she is, you'll be way too tired to even think about it."

You sit up and look at him incredulously, which earns him a hearty laugh. "I asked you for advice on how to keep your baby alive and you tell me to bone my wife?"

"All I'm saying is Lucia and I haven't been able to do it since before Julianna was born," Cris whispered in all seriousness.

Alcina returned carrying what you can only assume is the crib covered with a sheet. Bela stepped in first to hold the door open for her.

"Thank you, darling. I found my one good daughter to help me. Not the rascals this time!"

Cris laughs. "I see that."

The blonde nodded and joined you both on the bed. "Hello, y/n. Hello, Uncle Cris."

"Good to see you, Bela."

“Alright,” you hop off the bed. “Let’s see this crib that we apparently have just laying around.”

Alcina rolls her eyes and yanks the dusty sheet away, revealing the most beautiful baby crib you have ever seen. Polished solid dark oak frame with solid gold detailing wrapping around the bars like vines. The Dimitrescu House Crest is shining proudly on both sides.

A smug grin plastered itself on Alcina’s face knowing she single-handedly put an end to your snarky remarks.

“Holy shit,” you finally say. “And you had this in storage…just because?”

The question made her uncomfortable, you could tell. A shadow cast over Alcina’s face. “I had it made a while back and forgot about it until now. I’m glad it stayed in such pristine shape. Any polishes used on it were water-based and non-toxic. Perfect for a baby to slobber on,” she chuckles almost a bit uncomfortably.

Cris shook his head as he ran a hand across the smooth wooden framework. “I don’t know what to say, Alcina. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“Only the best for our favorite niece.”

Cris clapped his hands together and pulled out a few pieces of paper from his back pocket. "Now, onto Julianna's schedule. Lucia tried to be as helpful as possible when writing it down, but she said if you have any questions just ask her when we drop her Jules off."

Both of you nodded as he handed them to you. Bela situated herself on your bed with one of the plushies he brought over just because.

Daily Routine

7 am- wake up and bottle feed 8 ounces for about 20 minutes (doesn't have to be one the dot if she's still sleeping. It's a rare occurrence for her to sleep in, but it could happen

7:30- playtime on the floor or outside (we usually keep her inside this early in the morning but either is perfectly suitable)

8:00- breakfast (something solid-ish. Like oatmeal and fruit chunks)

8:30- more play

Between 9-9:30- bottle-feed 6 ounces for 15 minutes then naptime

11:00- wake up and play (she loves her building blocks and rattle)

Noon- lunch (baby food! Fruit or veggie) (she'll probably refuse solids but don't take no for an answer! Even just a few are ok if she's especially cranky)

12:30- play (peek-a-boo in the mirror! she gets a kick out of it every time.

1:30- bottle-feed 6 ounces and nap (Congrats! you're halfway there)

3:30- wake up and play (try using the hand puppets and engage her in nursery rhymes)

4:00- bottle feed four ounces for roughly 20 minutes

5:00- dinner (more baby food. Whichever one she didn’t have for lunch)! Same as the morning, she'll probably refuse)

5:30-play (maybe go for a walk if you haven't already?)

6:30- bath time! (see added note for specific bathtime notes. She loves hearing her little rubber ducky squeak)

7:00- bottle-feed 8 ounces then time for bed (good luck trying to sleep and getting her to sleep)

1:30 am- bottle feed again (she’ll wake you up when she’s hungry don’t worry)

Breastmilk can be refrigerated for five days and I’ve given you more than enough to hold her over. Protect it with your lives! Breast Milk is liquid gold!

You read the note over a couple of times before handing it to Alcina who looked just as overwhelmed as you. "That is so much."

"Not enough," Alcina says at the same time.

Cris laughs. "Wanna see what she wrote for bathtime?"

Alcina took the second not from him.

Bathtime Tips

Make sure the adhesive mats are set down before bath time begins. One in the tub one outside

Make sure you have everything you need nearby; towel, washcloth, toys (especially her duck), shampoos, lotion, clean clothes, and a diaper

It’s easiest (and less painful) to sit on a stool or something instead of standing and bending over

ALWAYS KEEP A HAND ON HER!

Take off any jewelry and be sure to wash your hands

Check the water temp with the inside of your wrist- it should be warm (not too hot or too cold)

Dry and dress her on the floor (hence the second mat)

Squirty toys! (The duck is her favorite as it also squeaks)

Plastic boats that she can push around

Whale-shaped basin for rinsing hair

Once she’s all dry she can go right in her crib

"Sweet Satan, Cristofor. This is a lot of information. I mean, the more the better but..."

You take her hand in yours and kiss the top of her knuckles. "It's alright, Love, we've got this. If anyone can manage this it's us."

She nods but doesn't really believe your words. You can see the doubt reflecting in her eyes. "You're right."

"It looks way more complicated than it is, ladies. You just put her in the tub, don't let her drown, clean her, and take her out. Boom, simple as that."

Alcina lets out a relieving chuckle and you thank him silently.

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You lay awake that night unable to fall asleep. Alcina is awake too, but you don't dare speak to her. She's too lost in her own world to be bothered with your nonsense. But it was starting to eat you alive from the inside out. You looked over at it sitting across the room. Its existence is mocking you to the point where you can almost hear it laughing at you.

You finally break the silence. “Who’s even is it? You turned the girls when they were adults, right?”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

You hear her sigh. “Yes of course all of them. Now please, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“But you had to have a reason, Al. No one just has a crib as intricate as that made out of the blue.”

“It doesn’t matter,” her tone grew sharper. “We have it now for Julianna and that’s what matters.”

“I guess so, but��” you turn your body to face her. Her silhouette is laying on her back staring up at the ceiling. “D-did you try having a baby with someone else and…”

She turns to look at you with wide golden eyes. Not angry, but certainly not expecting that line of questioning. You immediately regret opening your mouth.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“ Alcina silences your ramblings with a searing kiss. One you happily return.

“It’s nothing like that, my love. My only children are ours. I had it made last year when Lucia first told us she was pregnant. I remember how excited you were for them. You did so much to help her get ready, for both of them, really.” Alcina smiled and reached blindly for your hand. “And every time they come up to visit your eyes just light up when you see Julianna. You’re so good with her, iubirea mea.”

A shadow of guilt passed over her face. “I overheard you talking to Lucia about wanting kids of your own.”

Your heart plummeted down to the pit of your stomach.

“You love our daughters with your entire heart, but it’s not the same as raising your own flesh and blood. Every time I saw you holding little Julianna or singing to her I pictured you with our baby. So, I got all excited and, albeit, ahead of myself and had the crib made.”

“For our baby,” you finished with a genuine smile.

Alcina nodded. “I wanted to wait for you to bring up the conversation before saying anything about it, and” her voice cracks. “You never did. I didn’t understand why at first. You would produce such a beautiful baby with or without me.” Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes threatening to cascade down her cheeks. “Then one night it just sort of hit me; why would you want to share something as precious and innocent as a baby with a monster like me?”

Tears flowed freely from her eyes and sobs racked her body, it broke your heart. Without thinking you throw yourself at Alcina and wrap her tightly in your arms. The vampire happily buries her face in the crook of your neck and cries her heart out. You thread your fingers through her hair to help soothe her.

“Oh, my love, I’m so sorry. Don’t you ever refer to yourself as a monster ever again, do you hear me? You are no monster, Alcina Dimitrescu. How can someone as loving, and soft, and generous like you be anything besides an angel?”

“Oh stop pretending, y/n. I’m a genetically mutated freak! The baby would take one look at me and start wailing,” Alcina let out a frustrated huff.

“Stop it, Alcina. Our baby would adore you just like Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela do. Julianna loves you to pieces! She gets so excited every time you walk in the room.”

Alcina sniffled. “She does that with everyone.”

“Because she likes us, Al.”

A beat of awkward silence passed between the two of you until you finally felt her breathing steady.

“You want to have a baby with me?”

You couldn’t contain your smile as she nodded ever so slightly into your neck. “Why didn’t you say anything before? We could have talked about it months ago. The only reason I never brought it up was that I assumed you didn’t want any more children running amuck in the castle. Imagine if they turned out to be just like Daniela.”

That got her to laugh a little. “I wouldn’t mind a baby running around; especially if they look like you.”

“Well I don’t know about that considering we would have to adopt.”

A mischievous smile crept on Alcina’s lips. “Who says we can’t have a baby ourselves?”

“Um, nature? We’re both women, Alcina. I don’t think I have to explain to you how that won’t work.”

Alcina chuckles into your neck. “We’d have quite the brood running around the castle if it did.”

“Then you want to find a donor?” She detached herself from you just enough to give you a look of disgust. “Of course not; no one is allowed to touch my y/n except me.” She flips you both over so you’re pinned underneath her. “There are ways we could have a baby, you know?”

A blush covered your cheeks down to your chest. “O-oh?”

“Mmhm. The old witch in the village could brew something up for us, should we choose to carry.” She laughs at your dumbfounded expression. “It would be a sex change tonic of sorts. Temporary of course, I believe it only lasts a week.”

You blush furiously.

“And depending on the portions of ingredients she uses we could change the erm, size, if you catch my drift.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, in real words at least. Something between a yelp and a whimper came out of your mouth instead. It gets a laugh out of Alcina at least.

“That’s really a thing we could do?”

She starts trailing kisses down your neck to your chest. “Oh yes,” her free hand comes up to pull your shirt down over your breasts. As soon as they pooled out of their confinement Alcina started circling one of your nipples with her tongue. “Would you like that, darling? To feel my cock pounding into you.”

Fuck you loved it when she talks dirty to you. But that turned you on more than you were willing to admit. You gave a shy nod.

Alcina rewards your honesty by taking your hardened nipple in her mouth and sucking. Her other hand moved up your body to rest on your other breast, gently kneading it like dough.

Alcina has always been fascinated with your breasts. Always burying her face in them when cuddling. She simply melted into them on bad days. Giving her a scalp massage at the same time earned you bonus points.

Her lips abandon your nipple, leaving a bridge of saliva still connecting you, and snuggled her face deep in between your breasts. She let out a long sigh and closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the moment. Her eyes flutter open and you can see the corners of a smile buried in your chest. “What do you think, my love?”

“I think we should see how we do this weekend before making any big decisions.”

Alcina leaned forward only enough to kiss your lips. “Sounds like a plan.”

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #tall vampire lady #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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Writer’s Block

Summary: Friends help each other out, that’s just how it is. Steve doesn’t bat an eye at his and Y/N’s behaviour, but insights from Sharon make Steve rethink things between them.

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, dumbasses Bucky and Sam, an extremely chaotic turn of events

“Steve!”

Sharon nearly spilled her beer as she jumped at the voice, surprised to hear it so loudly after Y/N had been holed up in her room for days.

Steve turned nonchalantly at this voice; used to the chaotic out bursts. “Yeah?”

The young woman trotted in, dishevelled and tired but manic looking.

“I need your shirt, I’m on to something here--”

Steve stood without hesitation; as if he’d done this thousands of times before. And he had.

“On it,” he said, pulling the garment off with one hand and tossing it in her direction.

She caught it with ease, not even taking in his shirtless state as if she’d seen it a thousand times before. And she had.

Sharon however had never seen this interaction before, and stared in awe at the two’s casual exchange.

As Y/N rushed out of the lounge and back to her room, Sharon couldn’t help but gawk.

“What the hell was that?” She asked, amused.

“What?” Steve asked, now shirtless on the couch, “Oh--she’s writing.”

He sipped his beer after his statement, and Sharon was surprised at how he expected that to answer her question.

“I’m sorry?” She said confused.

He leaned further back into the couch, getting comfy. “She’s writing--she needs my shirt when she writes.”

Sharon laughed; “Why’s that?”

Finishing off the last of his bottle, he set it down on the floor as he spoke; “She says it helps her write when she gets stuck--it’s a weird process but…” he shrugged as he grabbed a new bottle.

“How romantic.” Sharon teased, sipping her own beer.

He smiled awkwardly; flustered at where the conversation was going, “Come on--” “What? We’re friends, we can talk about this stuff.” She said.

He gave her a look, “Can we?”

She shook her head at his prudence, taking another swig.

“Yes,” she said, “It’s not like we were married. We kissed like--twice, plus you’re not exactly my type anymore…”

Steve chuckled, “Oh right--how is Maria, by the way?”

“Don’t change the subject,” she said, pointing a finger in his direction, “I want to hear more about this process.”

“It’s no big deal, it’s just…” He thought, choosing his words carefully to not give Sharon any more material to tease him with, “Helping out a friend.”

“Bullshit.” She said. He cracked open the bottle with his hand, avoiding response.

It was a touchy subject around the compound; his and Y/N’s very… intimate relationship. They were friends, coworkers they’d say. At least on the surface. But it couldn’t be missed how quickly he fell in line for her; and how her first instinct with anything and everything was to go to Rogers. They refused to go on missions without the other; they were touchy, they were jokey, if you found one the other was always in close proximity. Hell, the team was surprised they weren't sharing a room yet. But apparently, for some unknown reason, they told everyone and themselves they were just friends.

Sharon looked at him, deadpan. “Steve.”

He looked back to her in playful annoyance. “What?”

She slapped her thigh with her free hand, finishing off her drink. “Come on, let’s get into this.”

He sighed, “I don’t know what to tell you--she doesn’t see me that way.”

She jumped on his choice of words immediately, “She doesn’t?”

The implication being, of course, that she didn’t but he did.

Flustered, he waved a hand at her. “No, no, no--that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s not not what you meant.” She countered, “You like her.”

“Shut up,” he said, not knowing what else to say.

“That’s not a no.” She hummed as she thought of another point; “And what’s she need your shirt for anyway? That’s cute as hell.”

He sighed again, “Well--it helps her… get in the mindset.”

“Pardon?” she asked at his cryptic explanation. “‘Mindset’?”

He didn’t want to admit the reason, running a hand over his face, flustered.

He bit his thumb, his voice coming out muffled as he spoke. “Well, she writes about… characters… in romantic settings, so--”

He spoke, drawing out his words, “She needs inspiration, for those kinds of scenes.”

“Dude, EW!” She said, way too much information coming her way for being this sober, “I don’t wanna hear that.”

“NO,” he defended, “Not in a weird way. But like--if the guy gives the girl his shirt, or he picks her up or something, I dunno, but like--she’s very sensory. So the shirt helps with getting into the moment. She can put herself in the character’s shoes, if that makes sense.”

Sharon’s eyes went wide as she cracked open a bottle for herself, “Well I don’t know how you’re not using that to your advantage.”

Steve did a double take, “Elaborate.”

She laughed through her nose, “Well, if I were in your place--”

“--Hey.” He warned.

She raised her hands in defense, “I’m just saying, you could be giving her a hell of a lot more inspiration than your shirt and your cologne.”

“You think she likes my cologne?” He asked.

“Steve, you’re a grown man. In fact you’re an old man, figure it out for yourself.”

They sat in silence as Sharon waited for Steve to ponder this.

He jolted upright as if having an epiphany; “you don’t think--”

“--really? Are you fucking kidding me?”

She laughed at his blushing cheeks, he ran a hand through his hair cursing under his breath.

“So what now?”

“Oh my god--” Sharon said through gritted teeth, “Go give her inspiration. I swear you’d never get laid if I wasn’t around.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Steve joked.

“Hey,” She said, kicking his shin lightly.

He laughed, “Hey, we’re friends, we can talk about this.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Are you gonna go in there or what?”

“Like--now?”

“Yes! You dumbass, go get your girl. I can wait, I can handle myself.” She sipped her beer as if giving an example, and patiently waited for Steve to go.

Hesitantly, Steve rose from his spot, wiping his hands along his jeans nervously. He was stalling, evidently so. Was he really gonna do this? He didn’t know what was lying on the other side of that door, metaphorically speaking. He knew she was likely frantically typing away, thinking out loud, and egging herself on. How could he even begin to approach that? The man didn’t have any moves; hell, the last time he’d kissed a girl was Sharon, and that was ages ago.

He was frozen in place; glancing back and forth between the hallway and the woman in front of him. What the fuck was he gonna do?

“What are you doing? Warming up? Just go.” Sharon complained.

Steve sighed, throwing his head back in annoyance, “Fine,” he exclaimed, “But if this goes south, it’s your fault.”

“Fine, fine, whatever, I take the blame. Just do something already.”

Fed up with her pestering, Steve forced himself to leave the room.

Okay Rogers, you got this.

As he hunkered down the hall, moving quickly before he could change his mind, Rogers continued to silently hype himself up.

You--you’re captain america. You. Are. America’s. Ass. You’re already shirtless, and that’s half the battle won.

But as he found himself in front of Y/N’s door; all his false surety had disappeared.

Steve groaned to himself, “Oh my god, what am I doing?”

“What are you doing?”

The voice of his friend made Steve jump, as he realized he wasn’t alone.

Bucky and Sam approached him from the other end of the hall.

“Steve, where’s your shirt?” Bucky asked, equally as confused as Sam. They then realized who’s door he was in front of, and immediately lit up.

“Whoa, are you coming or going Rogers?” Sam asked, assuming illicit activities were taking place.

Steve pursed his lip, looking back to the door in front of him. “Coming, at least trying to.”

“Seriously? You’re actually making a move? I never thought I’d see the day--” Bucky said.

“--Proud of you buddy, we didn’t think you’d ever go for it.” Sam added.

“Wh--” Steve stuttered, looking between the two, in both shock and embarrassment. “Does everyone know how I feel?”

“About Y/N? Uh--yeah.” Sam said.

“Come on Steve, you’re not exactly the most subtle when it comes to feelings.” Bucky explained, “You’re always together..”

Sam added on, “...whenever you’re not, you’re depressed…”

Bucky nodded, “You remember her birthday, she remembers yours--”

“--Wait, do you guys not know my birthday?” Steve asked.

The two friends shared a look, squinting as they pondered how to break the news that; no, they didn’t.

“July?” Sam asked.

“I know you’re a Leo,” Bucky said, as if that would suffice for an answer.

“Oh my god,” Steve said, “It’s July first.”

“We’re getting off track,” Sam said, “What exactly is your game plan here?”

Steve put his hands on his hips, shifting his weight to face away from her room, “Honestly, I have no idea.”

“Well lucky for you,” Bucky stated, confidence in his tone, “We’re here to help.”

Steve looked at him, disbelieving, but also slightly intrigued. “Oh yeah?” He asked, half jokingly. At this point, he’d take all the help he could get.

“Yeah,” Sam spoke, nearly offended that Rogers could ever doubt the Wilson charm. And whatever the hell Bucky thought he had going for him.

“Just go in there and be cool, flex a little, maybe be a little dismissive.” Sam said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Bucky agreed, eagerly, “And like--act like she wanted you there.”

Sam snapped his fingers, “Exactly, make her come to you.”

Bucky and Sam stood, satisfied with themselves, as Steve stared slack jawed at the men in his presence.

“You guys are idiots, how have you ever gotten laid?” He asked.

Immediately the two jumped to their defense. As the three soldiers’ argument increased in both intensity and volume, they didn’t realize they’d attracted the attention of the woman on the other side of the door.

Y/N huffed as the sound penetrated her walls, snapping her laptop shut as she rose and charged to her door. Whipping it open, she startled the men in front of her.

Bucky screamed and nearly knocked Sam over, while Steve stared at her like a deer in headlights.

“Will you guys shut up, I’m trying to--” Her face lit up with a sudden epiphany, “Steve! Get in here.”

Before any of them could react, or argue, the young woman had grabbed Steve’s arm, and with surprising strength, pulled him into her room. The door slammed shut in Bucky and Sam’s faces, leaving them as dumbfounded as ever. They scrambled to press their ears against the door, not wanting to miss a second of whatever was going to happen next.

“Thank god you’re here, I need your help--”

Steve stood panicked in her doorway, unsure of what to do. She started pacing around the room, dramatically gesturing to further elaborate whatever point she was trying to make; which was completely lost on Steve. This was classic Y/N behavior; off on her own tangent and assuming Steve was with her every step of the way. Usually, he was, but this time he was too caught up in the ideas that Sharon, Bucky and Sam had put in his head.

Fuck, what did they say to do? Uh--flex. Damn it, what do I do with my body? What do I do with my hands?

Steve tried to control his expression; aiming for stoicism, cool, as Wilson described it. With his awkward smoulder, Steve moved to lean against the wall in a flattering way. He flexed, or tried to, as he braced himself in the most horrible attempt at casual standing.

He looked around the room; trying to be nonchalant while Y/N continued.

“So,” She said, “What do you think?”

“Uh--yeah, sure. Cool, whatever.” He said.

Dismissive, got it.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she took in his stance, gesturing a hand to the wall he was placed against.

“Uh… what are you doing?” She asked.

Immediately embarrassed at whatever the hell that was, Steve stood upright.

“Nothing, nevermind,” He said in an attempt to brush off his previous actions, “What were you saying?”

She groaned, “Just get over here.”

She manhandled him, pulling him to the centre of the room, closely in front of her.

“Okay,” she said, “Try it.”

“Try what?” He asked.

“Try to kiss me!” She said.

He pushed her hands off his arms, “What?!”

She laughed stupidly, “You don’t have to actually do it. I just need to get a feel for the motion of it.”

She went to take a step forward, her arms getting ready to wrap around his shoulders. Steve took a step back and raised his hands in fear.

“What motion? What are you talking about?” Steve sputtered.

“Oh my god, were you even listening?” She teased, reaching for his forearms to pull him back. God was she strong. Or was Steve just oddly willing?

“Chris is about to kiss Hailey, or try to anyway. Sebastian and Anthony just talked to him and he’s finally gonna do it. Your shirt was working for awhile but now I’m getting stuck again. So--try to put yourself in that position. You just realized you’re in love with your best friend and you’re really gonna go for it. Act it out if it helps.”

Steve felt like he was going to throw up, lord help me.

“Y/N, I don’t think this is a good idea--”

“Come on,” she ushered, “It’s just me.”

“Exactly.” He said.

She shook her head at his ridiculousness, not aware of the real sentiment behind his words.

“Please? Do it for me.” She begged.

He looked down to the hands wrapped around his forearms; this felt like cheating. It wasn’t supposed to go like this; using the incredibly odd and specific scenario she’d laid out for him. It was hitting too close to home; how could he use this as a scapegoat to get what he wanted? Confessing his feelings and holding her in a way he’d wanted to for so long… the guilt overcame him.

But as he looked back into her eyes, as she was pleading for him to do this for her, he knew he couldn’t say no.

“Alright--can you just, can you close your eyes? It’s freaking me out.” He said.

She nodded eagerly, closing her eyes at his request.

He sighed, I guess it’s now or never.

He slipped his arms from her grip, and gingerly took her hands in his. He ran his thumbs over her knuckles, and resisted the urge to pull her closer. To press a kiss along every delicate finger in his grasp, to take her immediately how he wanted to. He inhaled, he exhaled, he had to pace himself.

“Okay,” He whispered, readying himself for what he was about to do.

“I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long that it’s driving me crazy. I--I don’t how to do this; how to do this right but I have to do this now because I know if I don’t I never will.”

He laughed at himself; the romantic honesty of it all.

“I’m crazy about you; I can’t get enough of you.”

He let his hands glide down to her wrists, bringing her to his chest and placing her hands on his shoulders. His hands fell to wrap around her waist, drifting his fingers along the shirt that he knew was his, revelling in the fact that she was in his clothing, and in some indescribable way, in his possession.

She was lost in the low timbre of his voice, completely consumed by his words. It sounded so real.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He asked, breathlessly in her ear. “I could just…”

He allowed himself to trail off, lips ghosting just over hers, taking in all the beautiful features of her face that he’d admired countless times before.

This was it; this was the moment he’d been praying for.

She broke into a smile, opening her eyes and playfully squealing.

“That was perfect!” She said, not moving from her position. “That was so good, how’d you think--”

He didn’t let her finish.

Words couldn’t describe how good her lips felt on his; how intoxicating the feeling of her bare skin was in the palms of his hands.

He clutched her tightly as he kissed her; gripping the soft flesh of her waist in a desperate hold to keep this moment as long as possible. Indulging himself in her taste, her touch.

His tongue trailed gently along her bottom lip before gently taking it between his teeth.

She gasped softly as he deepened the kiss, her hands instinctively wrapping in his blond locks.

As she tugged at his hair, eliciting a groan from Steve, he shifted his hands down to her hips and pulled her taught against him.

Her hand moved to cup his chin, lightly scraping the stubble with her finger tips. She moaned as the action made Steve’s fingers dig into the skin of her back. She arched her chest at the feeling of the possessive hold.

Why the hell hadn’t they been doing this the whole time?

She pulled back from his kiss, trying to catch her breath. Steve couldn’t read the look in her eyes; a mix of shock and confusion, and another emotion he wasn’t sure he’d seen before.

She tried to clear her mind as her hands shifted to rest on his chest; she felt his heartbeat pounding with the rise and fall of his own breath.

“Get on the bed.” She demanded.

Steve’s eyes widened at the command, stupidly ogling her as her hands moved to remove her--his shirt.

“What about your story?” He asked her.

She chuckled lightly at his naivety, reaching out to grip his biceps and pull him towards her.

In one quick motion, she pulled them on to her mattress. Steve reached out his hands to brace his fall, hovering above her.

With a lustful glint in her eye, she smiled.

“Fuck the story. We’ve got better things to do.”

“Sam we have to go,” Bucky said, “They’re gonna start fucking and I don’t wanna be around for that.”

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