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[kravinoffswife]

Up the duff - Isaiah Jesus x fem!reader

Summary: Just a little scene about reader telling Isaiah that she's pregnant :)

Outside, the sky had crumpled into relentless sobs, sending teardrops of rain clattering against the window. Inside, you were splayed out against your lover, lulled to a half sleep by the sound of him breathing. You couldn't sleep despite the calm environment. Your mind whirred with thoughts of the future - a future that had been entirely altered by recent developments. Deciding to spit it out before you could change your mind, you shattered the silence.

"I'm up the duff, Isaiah." Your voice was quiet, muffled as you pressed your cheek against his chest.

His fingers stopped their ministrations on your bare thigh. You felt him inhale deeply.

"Up the duff?" He muttered.

"Up the duff." You confirmed.

He chuckled and wiped his hand over his face. "I'm gonna be a dad." He smiled down at you. His hands drifted down to your hips and he manoeuvred you carefully so that you were now sat on his lap. Isaiah's eyes twinkled with delight.

"Hey there, baby." You spoke to your abdomen, which was slightly curved with maternity. He rested a hand on your stomach.

"I'm gonna marry yer." There was conviction in his voice."My dad'll do the ceremony. All proper." He peppered your neck with kisses, whispering in between them. "Gonna do this right, love."

[kravinoffswife]

CHARACTER FACIAL EXPRESSIONS (WRITING REFERENCE)

EYES/BROWS

his eyes widened

her eyes went round

her eyelids drooped

his eyes narrowed

his eyes lit up

his eyes darted

he squinted

she blinked

her eyes twinkled

his eyes gleamed

her eyes sparkled

his eyes flashed

his eyes glinted

his eyes burned with…

her eyes blazed with…

her eyes sparked with…

her eyes flickered with…

_____ glowed in his eyes

the corners of his eyes crinkled

she rolled her eyes

he looked heavenward

she glanced up to the ceiling

she winked

tears filled her eyes

his eyes welled up

her eyes swam with tears

his eyes flooded with tears

her eyes were wet

his eyes glistened

tears shimmered in her eyes

tears shone in his eyes

her eyes were glossy

he was fighting back tears

tears ran down her cheeks

his eyes closed

she squeezed her eyes shut

he shut his eyes

his lashes fluttered

she batted her lashes

his brows knitted

her forehead creased

his forehead furrowed

her forehead puckered

a line appeared between her brows

his brows drew together

her brows snapped together

his eyebrows rose

she raised a brow

he lifted an eyebrow

his eyebrows waggled

she gave him a once-over

he sized her up

her eyes bored into him

she took in the sight of…

he glared

she peered

he gazed

she glanced

he stared

she scrutinized

he studied

she gaped

he observed

she surveyed

he gawked

he leered

his pupils (were) dilated

her pupils were huge

his pupils flared

NOSE

her nose crinkled

his nose wrinkled

she sneered

his nostrils flared

she stuck her nose in the air

he sniffed

she sniffled

MOUTH

she smiled

he smirked

she grinned

he simpered

she beamed

her mouth curved into a smile

the corners of his mouth turned up

the corner of her mouth quirked up

a corner of his mouth lifted

his mouth twitched

he gave a half-smile

she gave a lopsided grin

his mouth twisted

he plastered a smile on his face

she forced a smile

he faked a smile

her smile faded

his smile slipped

he pursed his lips

she pouted

his mouth snapped shut

her mouth set in a hard line

he pressed his lips together

she bit her lip

he drew his lower lip between his teeth

she nibbled on her bottom lip

he chewed on his bottom lip

his jaw set

her jaw clenched

his jaw tightened

a muscle in her jaw twitched

he ground his jaw

he snarled/his lips drew back in a snarl

her mouth fell open

his jaw dropped

her jaw went slack

he gritted his teeth

she gnashed her teeth

her lower lip trembled

his lower lip quivered

SKIN

she paled

he blanched

she went white

the color drained out of his face

his face reddened

her cheeks turned pink

his face flushed

she blushed

he turned red

she turned scarlet

he turned crimson

a flush crept up her face

WHOLE FACE, ETC.

he screwed up his face

she scrunched up her face

he grimaced

she winced

she gave him a dirty look

he frowned

she scowled

he glowered

her whole face lit up

she brightened

his face went blank

her face contorted

his face twisted

her expression closed up

his expression dulled

her expression hardened

she went poker-faced

a vein popped out in his neck

awe transformed his face

fear crossed her face

sadness clouded his features

terror overtook his face

recognition dawned on her face

SOURCE

[kravinoffswife]

Through the window - Michael Gray x Isaiah's sister!reader

Pictures aren't mine!!!

Warnings: Descriptions of sex, swearing, mentions of alcohol

Michael Gray was a frequent visitor to the Jesus household, only neither your brother or father knew about this. The boy in question was currently scaling up the wall to your bedroom window using overgrown ivy as a rope and uneven bricking as footholds. He didn't even bother knocking once he had gotten to the top, your window was always open a slither even if the curtains were drawn.

"Evening, doll." He whispered as he stumbled through the window with drunken grace. He made note of your half-asleep form under your quilt.

"Closer to morning now." You murmured against your pillow, voice still heavy with sleep.

"Mhm, perhaps." He took off his shoes and bullied his way into your bed and under your quilt.

"Michael." You squeal. "You're cold!"

"Then let me warm you up, darling." He nuzzled into your neck.

"My brother's home."

"I'm not scared of your brother. He's a friend of mine."

"Not when he finds out you're fucking his little sister."

"I prefer calling it making love." He moved to rest his hands on your hips, dragging you towards him so that your ass rested against his growing member.

"Michael." You repeated, this time breathily.

He grinded into you through the layers of clothing between you.

"Don't make me stop." His pulse was racing so fast that you could hear it. One of his hands reached up to grope at your tits. You moaned. He played with your now-hardened nipple through the thin cotton fabric of your nightgown, twisting and squeezing the mounds in an act of worship.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Your voice came out in a shrill whine. "What's gotten into you?"

"Whiskey, primarily." He lifted up your nightdress, the fabric pooling at your waist.

"No knickers." He chuckled. "I love you so fucking much."

Sex with Michael was normally slow, tame. Not tonight. You almost screamed when he entered you from behind and began to thrust brutally hard. His hips snapped against yours as he maintained this rapid pace.

You came with a muffled cry, biting hard into your pillow. He came moments later, sloppily pulling out and spilling cum onto your mattress. You fell asleep like that; tired out, well-fucked and happy to be in your lover's arms.

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The Garrison was abuzz with booze-fueled activity. Michael was sat in the midst of it with the other young men of the Peaky Blinders.

"You've been in a fucking good mood lately, eh Michael." Isaiah teased between sips of his larger.

"Who's the bird?" Finn piped in.

Michael smirked but ignored their teasing.

"No seriously, who is she?" Isaiah continued. "You're usually so uptight."

"Trust me, mate." Michael chuckled. "You don't want to know."

[kravinoffswife]

The Nanny - Michael Gray x fem!reader

Warnings: None :)

Outside, the sky was a cacophony of grey - various lead-like shades each more sombre than the last. Despite all its luxury, It wasn't any more pleasant inside the manor.

The atmosphere was palpable, the air tense with something that couldn't quite be put into words. You steered clear of the extended Shelby family when they visited, going only where you needed to in order to fulfil your role. You had initially been hired by Tommy as a nanny for his young son, Charlie, but had become a sort of quasi-mother figure over the course of your tenure. You enjoyed your job. Tommy Shelby stayed out of your way, arriving in the morning to say hello to his son before making himself scarce. That was the way you liked it - children were simpler to understand than adults.

Today, you were up early to prepare the young boy's breakfast. You liked the kitchen in the servants quarters. It was calm, big, quiet. That is until the Shelby family began to show up person by person. You nodded curtly and exchanged polite greetings, shrinking further and further into one corner of the kitchen.

"Who's she?" Michael asked, a cousin of Tommy. His eyes glinted with something that you couldn't quite place when he gazed at you.

"Charlie's nanny." Ada answered.

"Pretty thing, ain't she?" Arthur piped in, loud enough so that you could very clearly hear him.

Polly gave him a slap across the arm. "Behave!"

You finally finished breakfast and left the kitchen to wake up your charge. He ate the majority of the food on the plate, you made a mental note to make it again as he seemed to like it. You quickly cleared up and took him to his playroom, keeping him entertained with sock puppets and stories you made up on the spot.

"And then the little tabby cat rode off into the sunset with his best friend Mr..... yellow cat and they lived happily ever after."

"Cat!" Charlie exclaimed happily, clapping his hands together.

You chuckled. "Good boy, yes, cats!" You pinched his cheek affectionately.

Little did you know that just beyond the nursery threshold, Michael was watching you. He saw the way you interacted with Charlie and couldn't help but imagine you playing with his children, the children he wanted to give you. He cursed himself for thinking like that. You were just a girl, one that he didn't even know. Yet he felt drawn to you in a way that he could not explain.

Michael revealed himself once you had put Charlie down for a nap. He stepped into the light of the corridor.

"Well aren't you fucking beautiful." He muttered, more to himself than to you. You didn't hear him over the sound of your own humming as you made your way down the hallway. Perhaps it was your kind disposition which completely juxtaposed the volatility of the rest of his life and the Shelby family that made him instantly fall for you.

He came up behind you, made you notice and acknowledge his presence. His fingers made their way to your chin, tilting your head gently so that you faced him.

"Very lovely indeed." He retracted his hand and took a step back. "I'm Michael."

"Lovely to meet you properly, Michael." You bowed your head slightly.

"The pleasure's all mine."

"Are you staying the night at the Manor?" You asked earnestly, wondering if you needed to alert one of the maids so that they could prepare a room.

"No, my cousins are waiting for me in the car. I just couldn't leave without seeing you up close."

You smiled softly, unsure of what to do with the sudden male attention. Your expression made his heart race.

"You should go ... Wouldn't want to keep your family waiting."

"That I would not." He agreed.

He gave you a nod. "See you soon."

From that day on, Michael made a habit of visiting Tommy's house at least once a fortnight, under the guise of discussing business. You would sneak off and sit in the servants kitchen or even in your own room once you had put Charlie down for his nap, just sitting and talking. Within a month, he had begun to bring you gifts. It started off small, like a mini-tart from your favourite bakery that you hadn't been able to visit since taking this job. Then the gifts started getting bigger; a string of pearls, a cashmere scarf, a dainty silver watch.

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"What do you want to do with your life?" He said to you one evening, His head resting on your stomach and a hand painting invisible pictures on your clothed thigh.

"Quite honestly, I'm not too sure." You run your hands through his chocolate locks. "You seem like a man who knows what he wants."

He nodded. "I want to make something of myself. Make a fortune. Make a name for myself. A legacy." He made eye contact with you. " I want a good woman, a few babies, family worth dying for."

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One evening, when he came by to visit, his demeanor was different. His palms were clammy when he held your hand. His eyes darted between you and the floor nervously. He cleared his throat.

"Marry me." He said suddenly.

"Pardon?" You looked at him wide eyed.

He got down on one knee in front of you, procuring a little velvet box from his pocket. He flipped it open with a snap, revealing a silver ring sitting on a bed of white silk. The stone in the centre shimmered under the daisy-yellow lamplight; a real diamond.

"Marry me." He said again, this time more sure of himself, more like a command.

Your heart skipped a beat.

"What about my jo-"

"Tommy can find another Nanny. I can't find another woman as good as you to make my wife."

You cheeks flushed, eyes watering slightly. You couldn't get your voice to work so you answered with an enthusiastic nod and a strangled sob that slightly resembled a yes.

He slipped the engagement ring onto your finger as he got up and stood at his full height. He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours, testing the waters. When you didn't flinch or push him away he crashed his lips against yours. When he pulled away, he whispered in your ear.

"I'm going to protect and care for you with my life."

[kravinoffswife]

Peaky Blinders

Isaiah Jesus

In the snug

Up the duff

Michael Gray

The Nanny

Through the window

[kravinoffswife]

In the snug - Isaiah Jesus x fem!reader

Summary: After your gangster boyfriend leaves you heartbroken, you perform the ultimate betrayal; sleeping with the enemy.

Warnings: sex, drug use, slight exhibitionism.

The ruby-coloured silk of your dress melted against your skin like a layer of paint being slathered onto a clay pot. Your nose scrunched as you looked upon your jewellery box. Your hand instinctively hovered above a particular silver locket, it was a garish thing with an amber stone the size of your thumbnail in the centre. It had been a gift - from him.

"Straight to the pawnbrokers tomorrow." You muttered to yourself. Instead of the locket, you draped a more modest emerald necklace around your neck. It was a gift from your mother, one of your favourites from before you and your now ex-boyfriend had met; before your life became a story of control and constant danger. You applied rouge to your cheeks and lips with the pad of your finger. Happy with your appraisal of yourself in the mirror, you slipped on your heels, grabbed your clutch and left your hotel room.

You walked the streets of Birmingham with a clear goal; revenge. Was it petty? Yes, in it's entirety. But you were a petty, petty girl. You have every reason to be when you find your boyfriend, a high-ranking member of Sabini's gang, with his cock plunged into another woman. What better revenge than to have sex with the 'peaky scum' that he so vehemently despised.

You stumbled into the Garrison pub, not yet drunk but perhaps foreshadowing what was yet to come.

"Please may I have a gin?"

"Please?" The barmaid chuckled. "Don't get many of those around here." She grabbed a bottle from behind her and measured out a glass of the clear liquid.

You handed over the payment and happily accepted the drink with thanks.

Your eyes scanned the room. The establishment was primarily filled with men so it couldn't be that hard to find someone down for a quick romp. Or so you thought.

Too old. Too many teeth missing. Wedding band, though the way he was undressing you with his eyes you would have thought otherwise. You sipped your gin dissapointedly, maybe you'd have to sleep with your boyfriend's enemies in Camden instead. You sighed. It just wouldn't have the same effect. He was always ranting about the 'Brummie scum' that had infiltrated London.

You necked your drink, thanked the barmaid once more and turned to leave. As you approached the door, a group of young men crossed the threshold. There were three of them.

"Where yer going sweetheart, the party's just arrived!?" The one in the middle hollared, his large hands wrapped around your shoulders, turning you round and directing you back inside.

"Has it now?" You smiled at him over your shoulder.

"Mhm." He spoke low against your ear.

"I was actually getting rather bored in here." You teased.

"Trust me, there's fun to be had. Why don't you join us in the snug, eh?"

He gave his friends a smug look as he steered you toward a door in the right corner of the pub. It was a far smaller room, one that you assumed was used for meetings. He sat you down beside him, not so close that it felt pushy but close enough that you could feel the warmth and musk radiating off of him.

"That's Michael." He pointed at the man opposite you. He looked more polished than the other men at the Garrison, with harsh eyes and neatly combed hair. He gave you a polite nod. "And Finn." You looked at the other boy.

He smiled widely. "Pleasure." When he thought you weren't looking, he gave Isaiah a thumbs up.

"Though the only name you'll need to know is mine, Isaiah." He moved closer to murmur in your ear. "Remember that for when you need to moan it later."

Your face flushed. He chuckled and retracted himself slightly.

"Game of cards?" Michael asked, already reaching in his coat pocket. You watched them play for a bit, but your real focus was on Isaiah; the slope of his nose, his strong jaw, the speckles of blood on his collar. He was perfect.

Another man burst into the room. He was older, more rugged, with hair slicked back with sweat and a slightly crazed look in his eyes. "Alright lads, enough fun. Tommy needs you for summin'."

Michael nodded and was immediately up on his feet, seemingly happy about his return to work. Finn threw his cards back on the table and slipped on his hat.

Isaiah scoffed. "Right this moment, Arthur?"

The man, who you now knew to be called Arthur, finally noticed your presence. He gave you a quick look up and down before giving Isaiah a look of approval.

" 'Spose he won't need the lot of yer'."

"Thanks, Arthur."

"Just clean up when yer' done." He left with a wink.

Once the door shut, Isaiah scooted closer to you. "Just the two of us now, eh?"

His hand crept up your thigh, the sly bastard. You raised a brow. He smirked.

"What's wrong, princess?" His voice was a almost melodic.

"What d'you think you're doing?" You giggled.

"You later."

You scoffed "Someone's a bit over confident."

"Come on. I see the way you've been looking at me all night." He brought his face closer to yours, blocking out some of the light and making the atmosphere feel more intimate. His lips brushed the top of your ear as he whispered. "Let me make you feel good."

"I don't know..." You teased.

"How about some drink and snow to loosen us up." He grinned, retrieving a small sachet of ivory powder from the pocket of his jacket. You looked at him like a deer faced with the mouth of a hunter's rife.

"You said you wanted some fun earlier" He used a business card to create thin white lines. "That still true, sweetheart?"

Salivating at the thought of your impending high, you nodded.

"Go on then." He handed you a rolled up note.

The sceptical look you were giving him dissipated as you leaned over the table and inhaled. Your eyes widened as the high entered you. You sniffed a bit as remnants of the power clung to your nose.

"Good girl." He patted your thigh before going in for his own snort. "Now. Where were we?" He kissed your neck.

"We are not shagging in here! I'm no whore! This is so dirty, there's something sticky on this se-" He cut off your complaints with a dominating kiss to your lips and before you knew it you were in fact shagging in the snug.

He was on top of you when the door swung open yet again. His taut arms pinned you down, his lower body moving with force as he pistoned into you again and again.

"Woah!" John exclaimed.

Isaiah's thrusts didn't even falter. He looked over at the snug door nonchalantly. "Hey John. Can I help you, mate?"

You let out a moan as the knot in your stomach rapidly came undone.

"Give me a minute." He turned back to you. "That's it. Come for me, doll." His encouragement was all you needed to ride out the wave of your orgasm. He pulled out, releasing his cum onto your stomach. He rapidly put on his trousers.

"Yes?"

John looked between you and Isaiah. His eyes dragged across you form. He gave Isaiah a proud look then cleared his throat.

"Just clean up and leave before Tommy finds out, dirty fucking bastard." He left with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

You felt like you should be mortified but you were still high - both from the cocaine and your orgasm.

"You got anywhere to sleep?"

"No." You lied.

"You can sleep in my bed."

"Gladly."

He wrapped you in his coat and picked you up, exchanging smug looks and receiving pats on the back from his fellow blinders at the garrison as he carted you away to what would invariably become round two.

[kravinoffswife]

❛ ᴏɴᴇ ʙɪɢ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄꜱ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ༉‧₊˚

⎯⎯ ୨ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ୧ ⎯⎯

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༉‧₊˚. Kingsmen

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༉‧₊˚. Lord of the Rings

༉‧₊˚. Lockwood and Co

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༉‧₊˚. Prospect

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[kravinoffswife]

⎯⎯ ୨ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ୧ ⎯⎯

↳ ᴘᴇᴀᴋʏ ʙʟɪɴᴅᴇʀꜱ ༉‧₊

- ,, Thomas Shelby

- ,, Michael Gray

- ,, John Shelby

- ,, Bonnie Gold

- ,, Isaiah Jesus

- ,, Finn Shelby

➥ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI WITH NSFW CONTENT ON THIS MASTERLIST

[kravinoffswife]

Double Dare Me

Peaky Blinders fic Isaiah Jesus x reader 

(Esme’s Sister from Wrong Thing To The Right Girl)

Warnings: Fluff. Steamy kisses. Underage drinking. They’re criminals guys, they do bad things.

Word Count: 3,443

Note: I have been having sinus issues thanks to the changing weather, and it’s made me soft. So here is a feel good story. This is almost exclusively pandering to myself. But here we are. I hope you enjoy my simping over Isaiah.

Your eyes rolled as you walked into your room and heard pebbles tapping your window. You laughed softly to yourself and closed your door before you walked to your window that overlooked the attached garage and opened it. 

“I can promise you Esme and John are still fuckin’,” you said in a low voice as you leaned yourself out the window. 

“So they’re too busy to notice you leavin’,” Isaiah said, his smile spread as wide as his outstretched arms. “Come out and play. Your boys are lonely without you.”

Keep reading

[kravinoffswife]

-I'm about to tell you...

✩⊹How They Met⊹✩

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You were dying to go to this party. You wanted an escape from your stepmom, stepsisters, and your chores.

You pulled countless all-nighters to make this beautiful pink dress. It was slender and had bows everywhere.

You kept it in your closet, hoping your stepsiblings wouldn't find it, but lo and behold, the day of the party, you came home from school to see your dress ripped into pieces on your bedroom floor.

You cried for what felt like an eternity, losing all hope of attending this party.

Later on in the day, you got a knock on the door and opened it to see a box lying on your doorstep. There was a tiny note on top of the box that read:

"I heard you have nothing to wear for the party, so I figured I could help you out" -Your Fairy Godmother

You opened the box to see a dress similar to the one you made, except blue, and it didn't have any bows.

You checked your phone and saw that it was 10:30, so you rushed upstairs to get ready for the party.

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Rafe was dying to leave this party. He was incredibly bored; none of his friends or playthings were there.

He was in the corner, having a beer, and was about to get ready to leave when suddenly he caught a glimpse of this girl walking in.

She had her hair wrapped in a perfectly curated bun, her makeup was simple, not too much or too little, and her dress was absolutely breathtaking-it was long and silky and fitted her in all the right places.

Rafe couldn't believe his eyes. This girl looked like an angel cast down from heaven and she was here at a party filled with drunks and perverts.

Rafe made his move instantly before anyone else could. He slipped behind her and casually wrapped his arm around her waist before pulling her closer.

She yelped but didn't pull away; instead, she melted into his embrace.

Rafe started to sway both of them back and forth, both of them standing out compared to the other partygoers grinding on each other.

These two stayed just like that until, randomly, she let out a long and exaggerated gasp before turning around in Rafe's arms to ask what time it was.

Rafe grabbed his phone out of his pocket and showed her the time. She abruptly withdrew from his arms and quickly left the party, but before she could, Rafe slipped her shoulder bag off her arm.

Rafe opened her bag to see her wallet, some candy, a half-way empty mini perfume bottle, and a handful of other random stuff.

He opened her wallet to find her ID. He studied what little information it gave him about the girl.

He knew right then and there that he was in love and was planning to do anything to be near her again.

🩵Line Divider by @enchanthings🩵

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[kravinoffswife]

of fire, fighting, and other “f” words

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Isaiah Jesus x Reader Rating: M Words: 1600

Summary: You went to the Shelby wedding in search of a little excitement. You found Isaiah. 

You had long since grown bored with the wedding when your best friend disappeared into the labyrinth of hallways with one of the wayward Shelby cousins.

Honestly, you’d expected more from a gathering of Birmingham’s most notorious criminals. You had gotten on the train that morning hoping for a little excitement but so far, you’d done nothing but drift around the room, drinking and smiling politely at dusty old men in cavalry uniforms.

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How I feel reading smut while being scared of intimacy in real life

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I'd like to post some more oneshots over the next couple of weeks. If anyone has any requests, please don't be shy!

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Nosferatu

Friedrich Harding

life in the harding household

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Could you write something about Husband Friedrich Harding?

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𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝

Friedrich Harding x wife!reader

Warnings: Vague reference to sex.

The stillness of the Harding household greatly contrasted the busyness of the wedding that occurred the day prior. Currently, the newlywed couple sat on the heavy mahogany chairs in the sitting room, quite a significant distance between them. They were still confined within the transgressional phase between being wed and actually acting like husband and wife, a liminal space if you will.

"You look beautiful today, my wife." The word wife felt foreign in his mouth after several years since the death of Anna.

"Thank you, sir. My mother says the colour looks becoming on me." You fiddled with the soft material of your skirt.

"Your mother is an observant woman. I shall buy you several more in that shade." He tried in vain to make eye-contact with you. "And please, call me Friedrich."

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Things between you and Friedrich began to warm, slowly, like the gentle emergence of spring after a harsh winter. You thought about that alot; how overtime your mutual fondness had grown so immensely. You contemplated this as you sat together in his office, a domain of musk and whisky that had once wracked you with anxiety and the feeling of being out of place. He had you settled on his lap, one large hand resting on your thigh over your delicate nightgown and the other propping open a tome of fairytales and myths. You had loved the book since you first discovered it on his bookshelf, drawn in by the ornate gold lettering on its worn spine. When he found you, hidden away in a cosy corner in the kitchen, running your fingers over the intricate illustrations that accompanied the stories, he did not judge you for your childish habit. Instead, he looked at you with reverence and insisted that you explore the novel together.

Reading was not the only joint habit that you had formed. Many long summer evenings were spent walking through the yard arm in arm, admiring the new blooms.

On this particular occasion, you were discussing the beauty of a hedge that was blossoming with pale yellow flowers under the haze of sunset when Friedrich's hands began to drift lower. Your body became rigid but you did not object. Nor did you object when he was laying you down on the grass, or when he was lifting up your skirt. Or when he entered you, the sensation new and burning.

And you certainly had nothing negative to say when he fell against you, completely spent and enveloping your body with his, whispering sweet nothings against your neck.

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Can u write one where reader in rafe are broken up on they have a kid but rafe still wants her because she’s a milf😛😛

a/n: hope you like it bb! i want to do more milf!reader so send more requests!!

“sooo, this what motherhood look like now?”

you don’t even have to turn around to know it’s rafe. his voice still does that thing—annoyingly smooth. you glance over your shoulder anyway, one hip popped as you hoist the diaper bag higher, your kid balanced on the other side, clinging to your hoodie with chubby fingers.

he’s leaning against his car across the parking lot like this is some romcom reunion moment, arms crossed, a crooked smirk playing on his lips like he didn’t rip your fucking heart out a year ago. he’s in that stupid grey shirt that clings to his chest in a way you know he does on purpose. like he knows it makes horny.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, voice dry.

he pushes off the car, starts walking toward you. “just sayin’,” he shrugs, eyes dragging down the curve of your ass in the leggings you didn’t think twice about throwing on this morning. “you really gonna come out here with your hair in a claw clip and your tits lookin’ like that and expect me to not say something?”

you huff a breath, glance at your kid—blissfully chewing on the zipper of the diaper bag like she’s got no idea she’s at the center of this chaotic love story neither of you really closed the book on.

“i’m literally just picking up wipes,” you mutter, adjusting your grip on the squirming toddler who’s now babbling happily to herself.

“yeah, and you’re doin’ it lookin’ like that.” he grins, cocky and slow. “don’t act like you don’t know you’re a full-blown milf.”

you stare at him, deadpan. “you’re so annoying.”

“and yet,” he says, stepping closer, eyes catching yours for just a second longer than necessary, “you ain’t stopped lookin’ at me either.”

you roll your eyes, shifting your daughter to your other hip. “what do you want, rafe?”

he shrugs again, but it’s slower this time. “just saw you out here. thought maybe we could talk. catch up.”

“we don’t need to catch up. we have joint custody. we literally see each other all the time.”

“not like that.” his voice is lower now, and when you meet his eyes, there’s something softer under the usual smirk. something that makes your stomach twist, because you know exactly what that look means. “i meant…you and me.”

you exhale, long and sharp. “rafe, we’ve been over this.”

he runs a hand through his hair, stepping in close enough now that you can smell his cologne—warm and woodsy, very familiar. he brushes his thumb gently over your daughter’s back, and the sight of it makes your chest ache.

“i know,” he says. “but that don’t mean i’ve stopped thinkin’ about it..about you.”

you clutch the bag tighter, feel the weight of his words settle heavy in your chest. “you think just because we had a kid, that means we’re supposed to magically work out again?”

he shakes his head. “nah..not sayin’ that. but it changed how i see you. how i feel about you.”

you blink, caught off guard. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

his eyes drag over your face, slow and sure. “means watchin’ you be a mom? watchin’ you handle every meltdown and midnight fever and blowout diaper like it’s nothin’? that shit wrecked me.”

“rafe—”

“nah, let me finish.” he steps a little closer, voice quieter now, but so damn certain. “you’ve always been beautiful. always had me twisted. but now? you’re somethin’ else. strong, scary strong, and soft, too. and yeah, the fact that you still look hot as fuck doin’ it? not helpin’ me forget how good we were.”

you look down, not because you’re shy, but because you hate how fast your throat tightens. you’ve been doing this alone for so long, even when you weren’t alone. but hearing him say it—he saw it, all of it—something warms your heart.

“we weren’t always good,” you say, voice thick. “you know that.”

“i do.” he nods. “but when it was good? it was good. and i think we could have that again. maybe better this time. i’m not the same dumbass i was before.”

you let out a humorless laugh. “you still sound like him.”

he grins. “maybe. but now i’m a dumbass who never misses a pickup and knows how to braid her hair when she asks. that’s gotta count for somethin’, right?”

you look at him, and for the first time in a long time, it doesn’t just feel like shared history. it feels like a possibility for the future.

your daughter squeals suddenly, yanking your attention back, and rafe leans in without thinking, kissing her cheek, brushing a crumb from her mouth. your stomach does a stupid little flip at the sight of it.

you hesitate, then sigh. “you wanna come over tonight? help with bedtime?”

he straightens, eyes lighting up like a golden retriever. “you serious?”

“don’t make it weird,” you grumble, already walking to the car, “you’re still doing bath time.”

he catches up beside you, smirking. “i’ll bring dinner.”

you shake your head, biting back a smile. “you’re still a pain in my ass.”

“yeah,” he says, brushing his hand lightly over your back as he opens the car door, “but i’m your pain in the ass.”

you don’t argue, at least not this time.

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