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[ineedhjalp]

me when they make my sadwetpathetic character sad, wet, and pathetic:

[edenesth]

The Way to His Heart [14]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

Part 13 | Fic Masterlist | Part 15

"J-Jinjoo? Is that you?"

Your breath caught in your throat as you observed the scars scattered across her body, wounds that hadn't been there the last time you saw her. The severity of her punishment was evident, and judging by the marks, it seemed unlikely they would fade anytime soon, if ever.

The younger girl smirked bitterly, "Are you happy now? All five of us have been beaten nearly to death, left with scars that will likely never fully heal in this lifetime. Mother will serve until the day she dies, and the three of us will pay for a good chunk of our lives!"

As if anticipating your inquiry about the former minister, she shook her head and balled her fists, "Father has endured enough beatings and torture to render him almost paralysed, and guess what? He's been exiled to god knows where. If you want more details, perhaps you should ask your husband about it."

Your heart sank at the mention of Seonghwa, "Wh-what do you mean? Your punishments were determined by His Majesty. Why would my husband be involved—"

She scoffed incredulously, "Did you truly forget who General Park really is? He sat back and enjoyed the show while we suffered, allowing the torture to happen. That absolute monster—he did this to us; he ruined our lives forever. I mean, sure, we weren't great to you either, but look at you now, Lady Park. It's all thanks to us that you're who you are today."

Noting your silence, she continued with a sly edge, "Though I wouldn't celebrate too soon if I were you. Who's to say when he'll show his true colours once he's grown tired of you?"

Before you could respond, Hongjoong appeared at your side, his tone laced with disbelief, "Worry about yourself first, peasant. Oh, the audacity of this young lady. Do you even realise who you're addressing? How dare you try to twist this around and play the victim? You and your family got what you deserved. Count yourself lucky that you're still alive and well, hm?"

The dressmaker turned to signal the factory owner and the elderly man immediately rushed over anxiously, "S-sir, what brings you to this part of the factory? P-please, allow me to escort you out."

Halting the man, Hongjoong gestured towards your stepsister, "This one right here was being disrespectful to Lady Park. Would you mind teaching her a good lesson for me? Otherwise, I may have to reconsider our choice of fabric supplier."

Suddenly realising her mistake, Jinjoo trembled like a leaf under the owner's stern gaze. He bowed repeatedly at you and your friend, "O-of course, sir! Rest assured, I'll ensure she never forgets her manners again. You have my word!"

As Hongjoong guided you out of the store, you remained silent, your thoughts swirling from the disturbing revelation that the general had been involved in the punishments of your family.

Walking alongside the dressmaker, the weight of the revelation bore down on you like a suffocating blanket. The image of Seonghwa, once your loving husband, now tainted with the sinister aura of someone who could watch others suffer without flinching, haunted your thoughts. Sure, you were there to witness him extracting the confession from your father, but you never fathomed that he would actually be involved in the subsequent punishment.

Your stepsister's words echoed in your mind, stirring up a cocktail of dread and uncertainty. Could it be true? Have you really forgotten the true nature of General Park? The man you had once trusted implicitly now appeared in a new, unsettling light. The realisation sent shivers down your spine as you contemplated the implications.

Fear gnawed at your insides as you entertained the chilling possibility that if he could inflict such cruelty upon your family, what would stop him from doing the same to you if ever he grew displeased? The thought sent a chill down your spine, leaving you questioning everything you once believed about the man you loved.

Throughout the remainder of the day, you remained unusually quiet, your thoughts clearly elsewhere. Hongjoong opted not to pry, deciding to wait until you were back within the safety of your home before broaching the subject. Despite his efforts to lighten the mood and draw a smile from you, it seemed futile. He was acutely aware of the impact Jinjoo's words must have had on you, especially given your delicate emotional state. After enduring years of mistreatment, he could see how trusting others fully must be an immense challenge.

Later that evening as you sat down for dinner together, he finally broke the silence, setting down his chopsticks with a sigh, "What's on your mind, Lady Park? You know you can talk to me, right?"

You paused at his question, pondering whether to confide in him about your inner turmoil. How would he respond? Would he be disappointed in you? After all, the general was his close friend. It seemed likely he would take Seonghwa's side and defend him. Though your husband hadn't given you any reason to doubt his affection thus far, his decision to hide this information from you must carry some significance.

"It's nothing, Hongjoong. Maybe I'm just feeling a bit weary after our day out," You mumbled, resuming your meal and hurriedly stuffing more food into your mouth to avoid conversation. He frowned at your behaviour and gently intervened, placing a hand on yours, "Hey, hey, slow down. The food isn't going anywhere; it's all yours."

With his arms crossed over his chest, he shook his head disapprovingly, "Who are you trying to fool with that lie? You might be able to deceive anyone, even your dumb husband, but not me. You were perfectly fine until you ran into your... into her."

You froze, caught red-handed in your attempt to deflect. You should have known better than to think you could fool Hongjoong with such a feeble excuse. Instead of scolding you, he softened, uncrossing his arms and leaning in, his eyes full of understanding.

"Listen, I'm sorry I wasn't there by your side to defend you earlier. I should have prevented all of that from happening today; it's entirely my fault. When I heard what she said to you, I knew it would affect you. And now, seeing you like this, I can tell I was right. Don't you dare believe any of her ridiculous words, you hear me?"

Setting down your chopsticks shakily, you turned to face him, despair etched clearly on your features, "But Hongjoong, what if there's truth in what she was saying? Wh-what if he eventually grows tired of me? Will I end up suffering like all of them too?"

The dressmaker didn't have the heart to berate you, understanding your doubts despite the internal frustration he felt at your stepsister for undoing all the trust you had in Seonghwa with just a few words.

He released a deep breath and offered a smile, "Have you forgotten everything I've told you about how he's different when it comes to you? He would never do anything to hurt you; I can vouch for him. As ruthless as General Park can be, he reserves that side only for those who deserve it. Your family deserves every bit of the punishment they received for the harm they caused you. You shouldn't feel any guilt for them, you know?"

Hongjoong leaned in closer, his tone softening, "Trust me, she's just jealous of you. It's obvious she's envious of the life you have now, and she's intentionally trying to stir up trouble between you and your husband. Don't let her get to you. You and Seonghwa have something special, something she'll never understand."

As his words sank in, you felt a slight sense of relief wash over you. It did make sense that Jinjoo would resort to such tactics out of jealousy. After all, her resentment towards you had always been evident. You felt ashamed for entertaining the possibility of your husband hurting you when he had only ever been good towards you.

However, the memory of the scars on your stepsister's body lingered in your mind, knowing the ones on your father and stepmother were even worse than what you've seen. While you recognised that your family deserved the consequences of their actions, the realisation that Seonghwa had played a part in their suffering made you feel sick to your stomach. Your emotions were in disarray; it was difficult to act nonchalant after learning the unsettling truth.

Despite the turmoil raging within you like a storm, you didn't want to add to your friend's concerns. Putting on a smile, you nodded, "You're right, Hongjoong. I must be silly to let her words affect me like this." You forced a light chuckle and went back to your meal, hoping to change the subject.

Though the dressmaker felt somewhat reassured that you acknowledged his advice, he sensed you were still troubled by what you had learned. He could only hope that with time, you would be able to move past Jinjoo's words. The last thing Seonghwa needed upon his return from war was to find his beloved wife fearful of him.

Damnit, I shouldn't have taken her there.

"General Park hasn't arrived yet, you say? Well, who would have thought he'd become such a loving husband? This Lady Park must be quite remarkable for him to—"

Rolling his eyes, the general heard the familiar deep voice gossiping about him from outside the main tent, where meetings would take place. With a loud clear of his throat, he pulled open the flap and entered, his presence immediately causing everyone in the room to straighten up, "I'm here now, Mingi. It would be great if you could cease your idle chatter and get to work at once."

"S-sir! It's been a while, you look good—"

"Save it, Officer Song."

Acknowledging the command with a salute, the taller man swiftly proceeded to the central table, laying out numerous documents detailing the strategies he had developed, "Yes sir, here are some of the plans I've drafted thus far."

Seonghwa nodded approvingly and approached him. As he listened to his colleague's explanations, a satisfied smirk graced his lips, affirming his keen judgement in promoting the right individual.

General Officer Song had risen to become one of the most esteemed military strategists in Joseon, all thanks to General Park's recommendation. Your husband was notoriously difficult to impress, but Mingi's exceptional talents caught his attention during a particularly challenging battle many years ago. Despite being a mere low-ranking soldier at the time, he devised a brilliant plan that ultimately turned the odds in their favour, leading to an epic victory.

"Ruhon is known to be rash in their decision-making; their impulsiveness is evident in their sudden attack plans," The taller man explained, his fingers tracing over strategic points on the map, "We can capitalise on this by striking where they least expect us. Through my research, I've identified blind spots that will catch them off guard. May I have authorisation to deploy troops to these locations, sir?"

The general nodded decisively, "I have faith in your judgement, Officer Song. You've never let me down in all our years together; I'm confident this time will be no exception."

"Thank you, sir."

Once all the necessary arrangements had been finalised and everyone had been briefed on their roles, the meeting came to an end. While the other officers and soldiers hurried off to relay the information discussed and carry out their assigned duties, Officer Song lingered behind, sharing a knowing look with the general.

Taking a seat beside the person he considered his friend and mentor, Mingi offered a genuine smile, "Congratulations on your recent marriage, hyung-nim."

Returning the smile, Seonghwa gave the taller man a pat on the back, "Thank you, Mingi-yah. I hope you've been well these past few years. Once this is all over, might I hear news of your own wedding?"

Blushing faintly, the strategist shook his head, "Unfortunately, I haven't found my one yet. But I am happy for you, general. Everyone in Joseon seems to know about your new wife and her difficult past. I'm just glad you found each other. I heard you were granted a few days with Lady Park before coming here. How is she holding up?"

The mention of his wife brought a pang of discomfort, evoking memories of your heartbreaking farewell. Throughout his journey to the war site, your husband couldn't shake the image of your tear-stained face, "She's... she's handling it better than I expected, or maybe that's just what she's showing me. When I told her about my departure, she didn't break down. Instead, she smiled at me with understanding and simply asked when I would be leaving."

"Huh, did she really?" Mingi mused, a hint of admiration in his tone, "I suppose now I understand why you're so smitten with her. It seems she's truly as delightful as the rumours claimed." Even from the snippets of what he had heard, the strategist could tell that Lady Park was indeed an extraordinary person, and he could see why Seonghwa held you in such high regard.

With a nod, the general's expression grew sombre, "Indeed, she truly is. But I won't lie and say I'm not worried about her," He admitted, "When she first arrived, I treated her poorly. I mistook her for just another spoiled brat, only to learn she's suffered a life far worse than mine. I'll never forgive myself for that. From that moment on, I vowed to give her nothing but the best. You know, I had plans for a grand wedding, a chance to make up for everything..."

Officer Song's face mirrored your husband's solemnity as realisation dawned, "Then this war happened..."

"Yeah, but that's not all," Seonghwa continued, his voice heavy with worry, "I just... God, what if I don't return to her? I've only just found her..."

Bowing his head, the general felt overwhelmed by his concerns. Mingi placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder, "Have you forgotten who you are? You're General Park of Joseon, the King's most trusted warrior. If anyone can make it out of this war unscathed, it would be you. Trust me, you will make it back to Lady Park. And you better invite me to that wedding of yours." The strategist said, his words laced with a touch of humour.

Despite the weight of his worries, your husband chuckled softly, nodding gratefully at the reassurance, "Of course, Mingi."

Before the two could continue their conversation, a soldier barged into the tent, panting heavily, "General Park! Some of Ruhon's troops have been spotted approaching. We need you out there!"

Alright, let's get this over with.

Meanwhile, back in the general's estate, you found yourself in your usual spot in the pavilion. Lady etiquette books lay scattered around, forgotten as your gaze drifted distantly over the tranquil lotus pond.

Regardless of the overwhelming emotions that had consumed you the day before upon learning the truth about your family's punishments, you couldn't deny the longing in your heart for Seonghwa's presence. Being alone in the pavilion now felt even lonelier than before. Accustomed to his warm embrace, his absence left a void that seemed impossible to fill.

However, as you contemplated the absence of your husband's comforting presence, conflicting emotions surged within you.

No matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn't shake the unsettling realisation that the same hands that held you close were also stained with the blood of countless others. Hongjoong's reassurances echoed in your mind, yet a nagging doubt persisted. While he assured you that the general would never harm you, your moral compass grappled with the knowledge that he was capable of inflicting pain without hesitation, regardless of justification.

It just felt so... wrong.

"Ah, is this the famous lotus pond you've mentioned, Miss Jang?" The unexpected voice startled you out of your thoughts. Turning to confirm your suspicions, you let out a loud gasp at the sight of the fourth prince standing before you.

You scrambled to your feet immediately, performing the formal bow, "Y-your Highness! What brings you here?"

Rushing up behind Yeosang, the head maid panted heavily, bowing deeply before you and shooting an apologetic glance, "Mistress, I am so sorry for not alerting you of our guest! His Highness showed up spontaneously without making an appointment prior and wouldn't allow any of us to announce his arrival."

Eunsook nearly had a heart attack when one of the maids informed her that the prince had arrived unannounced, waiting to be greeted at the entrance of the estate. Jongho was absent, having gone out with a few other servants to replenish household essentials. Rushing over, she found that Yeosang had insisted on surprising you personally, leaving her flustered and anxious. With her master now at war, it was evident to her that His Highness was attempting to make an advance on you.

The prince couldn't help but grin at how adorably confused and caught off guard you looked, "Yes, that's right. I wanted to surprise you, Miss Jang. Are you surprised?"

Quickly regaining your composure and summoning the poise of a noblewoman, you nodded, "I guess I am, Your Highness," You said before turning to dismiss the elderly woman with an assuring smile, "It's alright, Eunsook. I was growing slightly bored anyway. Come, Prince Yeosang, let me show you around, and you can tell me why you've decided to pay us a surprise visit."

Recalling his fondness for flowers, you led him through the winding paths of the estate's gardens, each turn revealing a new burst of colour and fragrance. Sunlight danced through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the well-tended flowerbeds, "Now, I know our humble garden obviously cannot compare to the ones in the palace, but I am very proud of our servants' hard work. What do you think, Your Highness?"

While your eyes remained fixed on the colourful flowers, the prince's gaze was captivated by you, his admiring gaze lingering on your graceful movements amidst the blooms.

"I agree; I think it's absolutely enchanting. While it may be humble, it surpasses the beauty of any of the palace's gardens." He remarked, his words carrying a subtle double meaning. He wondered if you could discern the implied compliment; he was indirectly comparing you to the royals in the palace. In his eyes, you outshone any of his sisters, his father's concubines, and all the potential candidates ever presented to him.

Yeosang found himself torn between amusement and slight disappointment as you appeared genuinely oblivious to the deeper meaning of his words. Your reply, however, pleased him, "Thank you, Your Highness. It seems you have good taste," You attempted a joke. Fortunately, he laughed in response, "I think I do too, my lady."

He halted his steps and turned to you, "I have a question," He said, and you nodded, encouraging him to continue, "Go on. Ask away, Your Highness."

"Even with all these beautiful flowers here, is your favourite still the lotus?" Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of the lotus, a symbol closely tied to memories of your husband. Determined not to show any hint of turmoil, you nodded and answered steadily, "Of course, my prince."

The prince kept his smile intact, "Hmm, I see. Is it solely because the general dedicated a pond full of them to you?"

When you remained silent, he clarified, "What I mean is, if you had the freedom to choose, which flower would truly be your favourite? Instead of accepting what's given to you, I believe you should have the right to make your own choice." It was another subtle suggestion that you should be able to choose your own path, including your life partner, rather than conforming to arrangements made for you.

It appeared that you had grasped the underlying meaning of his words this time. You blinked rapidly as you gathered your thoughts before letting out a chuckle, "Ah, I suppose that hadn't crossed my mind," Shifting the topic, you continued, "Anyway, let us move on from idle chatter. Why don't you enlighten me on the purpose of your surprise visit, Your Highness? With my husband away, I'm unsure if there's anything I can assist you with."

Sensing your slight discomfort, Yeosang decided to get straight to the point, "Right, I'm aware General Park is currently away, bravely fighting for our country. That's precisely why I'm here—I was hoping you would be able to represent him at my upcoming birthday banquet. Her Majesty, the Queen, has also expressed her desire to meet you in person."

Your eyes widened at that, "Sh-she has?"

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Feeling like you were left with little choice but to agree, you accepted the prince's invitation to his upcoming birthday banquet, scheduled just a week away.

Since bidding him goodbye, you had confined yourself to Seonghwa's study, burying yourself in your studies. The weight of the upcoming royal event weighed heavily on you. It would mark your debut in royal circles, and facing it without your husband by your side added to your nerves. Could anyone fault you for feeling anxious?

You contemplated seeking help. While Eunsook was supportive, her knowledge of palace affairs was limited. Would Hongjoong or Yunho be able to offer insight? Perhaps Jongho, with his years of service to the general, might have some valuable advice.

A light bulb went off in your head when you remembered San, the King's royal secretary. Surely, he would be the most knowledgeable about the matters you needed help with. However, your enthusiasm waned when you realised you had no means of reaching out to him. Moreover, you doubted he would have time to spare for a little woman like you, given his busy schedule.

Palming your forehead tiredly, you suddenly noticed a shadowy figure loitering suspiciously outside the study. Their silhouette, visible through the paper walls, didn't resemble anyone familiar, and it sent a shiver down your spine. If it had been one of the estate staff, they usually would have announced themselves.

Jumping to your feet, you instinctively grabbed the inkstone from Seonghwa's desk, preparing to defend yourself. With cautious steps, you approached the entrance where the unknown person lingered, apparently trying to catch a glimpse of you, "Who's there? I know you're not one of my staff. If you do not reveal yourself, I won't hesitate to hurt you!"

Your yelp escaped when the individual abruptly swung the door open in response to your words, "Woah woah, it's just me!" He reassured, causing you to pause with the stone halfway raised as you blinked in recognition, "O-oh, it's you..."

Scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, he apologised, "I'm sorry for startling you, Lady Park. In case you forgot, my name is Wooyoung. I'm here on the general's orders to assist you should you need anything."

Dun dun dunnn! Wonder what Prince Yeosang has up his sleeves heeheeee anyway, I just wanted to tell y'all that I'm about to have another crazy week ahead. So, like this part, the next one is probably gonna take a while too😭

Also, Happy Lunar New Year to those of you who celebrate it! As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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Village: knight!price x princess!reader

A little longer than intended but hope you guys enjoy

"Pardon?"

“I want to go to the village and you’ll be taking me there today.”

Sir John Price blinked owlishly at you. You rarely ever went to the village unless it was for a procession or to speak on behalf of the Queen, and the fact that you asked him instead of taking off on your own caught him off guard as well.

Especially because you met him in the stables wearing a cloak.

He glanced down at the wicker basket with a blanket in your hands before he met your expectant eyes and he sucked in his lips.

"If that's what you wish." He pulled your horse out of the stable and then his.

"It is." You flipped your hood over your head and held out the basket for him to take. "Make sure to tie this securely."

Before long Price walked close behind you as you led the way towards the market. He raised an eyebrow, both because he didn’t understand what you were doing but also because it seemed you weren’t trying to stand out.

“Is there a reason why we’re going to the market, your highness?” He wondered and you gestured for him to keep his voice down. “And why you’re acting inconspicuous?”

“You’ll see.” You told him with a small smile. “And I don’t want much attention today.”

Price hummed and couldn’t help but notice that some of the villagers stared at you both with confusion before recognition spread across their faces, their voices going hushed as they stared at you.

“I doubt you can escape the eyes of your people, your highness.” He mumbled and you frown.

“It’s because of you.” You huffed and he raised an eyebrow. “You stand out, everyone knows you, and knows that I’m around where you are.”

“You asked me to escort you.”

“Because you would’ve made a bigger scene trying to catch up to me.”

You were right and he knew that. Though he found it almost comical that you thought everyone was looking at him rather than you, especially when a few villagers stopped what they were doing to stare.

Price took it upon himself, however, to make sure that none of them interrupted you with a polite nod and smile towards them.

When you made it to the market, you immediately began to peruse the stalls. Fresh produce and other items were laid out in front of you as you began to look for the best out of them.

“I thought the servants had recently bought food for the castle.” Price wondered as you studied the fruit in front of you.

“I wanted something fresher and I was bored.” You shrugged and he scoffed.

He watched you pick out the fruits you wanted and deny the peasant who said you didn’t have to pay. He watched the joy spread across his face when you gave him extra coins for the food before you walked to the next stall with the basket in the crook of your arm.

Price slipped it off your arm and carried it without a second thought. He pointedly stared at the vegetables on the stall as your eyes widened..

“You never answered my question.” He grunted to change the subject. “Why are we here?”

“It’s a surprise. Learn to have a little fun, Sir John.” You chided him when his face fell into a scowl.

“A surprise from you could mean anything, good or bad.”

“Would I ever surprise you with something bad?”

Price gave you a look and the corners of your lips twitched upward. He let out a sigh when you chuckled and prepared for the worst as he continued to follow you.

“It’s a good surprise, you’ll like it.” You assured him.

“I’ll believe you when you tell me.” He grumbled and you rolled your eyes.

“Have you ever met a knight so stubborn?” You joked with a peasant who couldn’t hold in her amusement which made Price scowl even more.

“No, your highness, but that’s what makes him the best.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Price felt his cheeks warm and he clutched the basket a little tighter. He quickly shooed you away from the stall before he embarrassed himself further.

He watched you navigate the market and couldn’t help but think about what you had said the night before the king had been sent away.

Despite his past reservations about you, he knew how the village and your people felt about you. They loved you, adored you, and though they spoke about your lack of engagements or about you not having produced an heir yet, you were still in their good graces. And it was especially true as you treated them kindly and paid them extra for the food you bought from them today.

You thought you were worthless, a failure because of those around you. Because of him…

It plagued his mind and weighed heavy in his stomach. He didn’t like knowing that he had made you feel that way, that he had hurt you.

He hoped you still didn’t think that way about yourself now.

“Your highness,” he began and you hummed for him to continue as the two of you walked back to the horses. “Is what you said that night true?”

You paused and your face fell. You averted your eyes from him as you nervously threaded your fingers together in front of you.

“I had hoped you’d forgotten about that.” You licked your lips. “But…yes. It think about it too often, I fear.”

“I never realized the lords and princes made you feel that way.” A seed of anger bubbled in his stomach.

“How could you? It doesn’t concern you, do I don’t blame you for that.”

“It concerns me because ‘I’ve done the same.”

Your eyes widened and you stared at him with surprise while he found it hard to look at you.

Shame settled within him but he forced himself to push past it. He couldn’t allow it to stop him from making things right and though he was stubborn he could admit when he was wrong or when he had wronged someone.

“I don’t think lowly of you, your highness.” He began softly as he stared deep into your eyes. “I’m sorry. I haven’t been kind to you and it’s hurt you in a way that I wish I could take back. I won’t ask you to forgive me but I can’t allow you to believe that I would think you a failure.”

You couldn’t help the absolute shock on your face as you slowly became more and more flustered as you stared at each other.

He found himself getting flustered as well the longer you stared at him. It was hard being underneath your gaze and when you looked away it was as if he simultaneously could and couldn’t breathe.

“I-I’m sorry your words caught me off guard.” You placed your hands over your heart and let out a nervous chuckle.

“It’s the truth, your highness.” Price stated firmly and you nodded.

“I know.”

He felt a little relieved but still the guilt stayed inside him. He knew it would be a little while before he finally found the courage to let it go.

The silence between the both of you was thick and awkward but you quickly tried to defuse it with a smile that made him nervously suck in his lips.

“You’re very sincere for a knight.” You pointed out and he scoffed.

“I follow a code.” He said and you raised an amused eyebrow as you snorted.

“Do you now? What does it say about being ornery all the time.”

“Unfortunately I can’t change that about myself.. I can hardly lessen it as it is.”

You giggled and he couldn’t help but chuckle as well. You began to walk towards the horses again and he walked beside you.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Who else would entertain me with banter?”

“Many of the lords and princes of you ask them to.”

You groaned softly and rolled your eyes in a playful manner while you absentmindedly waved the thought away.

“Dreadful isn’t it?” You said and he smiled. “I could tell them to wear a bucket on their head and they would.”

He wasn’t going to deny any of that to you. He had seen so many lords and princes make fools of themselves to get your attention and to please you.

Price has made a fool of himself because of you as well.

“I’m glad I can entertain you, your highness.” Price teased as you made it to the horses.

He tied the basket to the saddle and prepared to help you onto your horse only to be met with you giving him an inquisitive look that made him narrow his eyes.

“Would you wear a bucket on your head if I asked?” You wondered and he puffed out a laugh.

“And subject myself to a life of torment?” He avoided looking at as he checked your saddle.

“But would you?”

Price cleared his throat and gestured to the basket as he gave you an expectant look this time.

“Are you going to tell me what the surprise is or do I have to guess?” He changed the subject and hoped you would as well, which you did.

“It’s a picnic.” You smiled proudly and allowed him to help you onto your horse, his hand tingling from your warmth. “One you will be join game on not only as my protector but as my friend. Call it a peace offering.”

Price wouldn’t deny that the idea made him feel lighter and when he thought about it he couldn’t help but feel his heart race just a little faster.

But he knew how improper it would be if he joined you in a way that was any less than him protecting you, how it might seriously hurt your reputation and how it might cost him more than his title.

“If someone sees…” he began but you shook your head.

“That’s why we’ll be dinning in the forest.” You explained and though it didn’t ease his worries, he knew you were already set on the idea.

Stubborn.

“Now, we must get going or we’ll miss lunch.”

“As you wish, your highness.”

A/n: the answer is he would

Tags: @deadbranch @makayla-666 @glitterypirateduck @dumbbitchgalore @m0chac0ffee @dragonbe-writing @sleepyoriana @twismare @blush-haze @waiting-so-long @rmikaelson01 @panikk-attackkk @sofasoap

[almond-tofuuu]

Hi, I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could write something like Zayne waking up from a nightmare and MC comforting him?

Absolutely adored your sleep-aid btw!!!!

Hi hi! 🤗 Thank you for the request, hopefully you enjoy this!

And I'm glad you happy you enjoyed the sleep aid!!!

Heart's refuge

Zayne x reader

Warnings: slight description of violence/injuries, Zayne has a nightmare, slight angst, Zayne is vulnerable (pls sir stop bottling everything up) comfort, possible ooc Zayne? ig 🤷🏻‍♀️ reader comforts him, established relationship

lmk if I missed anything ☺️

It was happening again.

Zayne was frozen in place, his legs refusing to move, his body no longer under his control. He was forced to watch, powerless to help as the group of wanderers closed in around you. Forced to hear every scream of agony, every desperate plea for help, forced to witness the gruesome sight of your bloodied body being brutally tossed to the floor like a discarded doll. Only then did his legs begin to work again, allowing him to rush to your side, just in time to watch the life flicker out of your eyes, feel your body turn as cold as the ice that ran through his veins and fall limp in his arms. Zayne cradled you in his arms, bloodied hands clutching the fabric of your shirt, tears falling from his eyes as he whispered apologies over and over again.

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough"

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry"

Groaning softly, you blink open your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dim lighting of Zayne's bedroom. As your sleep-addled brain slowly wakes up, you become acutely aware of the biting cold that's settled into the room, a thin layer of frost coating the blankets. A sudden whimper brings your attention to Zayne, his body lying beside yours is dusted with ice crystals, chest rising and falling rapidly, face contorted as though he's in pain. Although the sight is heartbreaking, this isn't the first time you've seen him like this, you came to learn quite early on in your relationship with the stoic doctor that he was often plagued by nightmares, horrifying images that would interrupt the few precious hours of sleep he was able to squeeze into his busy schedule.

Carefully, you grab his arm, shaking him slightly in an attempt to wake him up from whatever nightmare he was trapped in, calling his name softly at first, voice getting louder when he still didn't respond. "Zayne.... Zayne wake up!..... Zayne it's just a dream, you need to wake up sweetheart!"

Zayne bolts up from the bed, hand clutching at his chest as he gasps for air, panting wildly as he struggles to get enough oxygen into his lungs, eyes searching frantically around the room before landing on you. He stares at you for a moment, his brain, still half-asleep, attempting to separate dream from reality.

"It's okay.... It was just a dream... You're safe now" you whisper soothingly, hands gently cradling his face, brushing away the hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead. "Try to match my breathing, okay?.... In......." You take a deep breath in, smiling softly when you see his chest rise more steadily, copying you. "And out.........In.........And out, good job baby" you continue to simply breathe with him, whispering encouragement until his breathing finally returns to normal, his eyes no longer glazed over as he scans your body and face, as if he's searching for something, before you feel his body relax.

"There you go, that's better. Let me go get you some water-" as you make a move to stand, your pulled back by your hand, body falling into Zayne's chest as two strong arms wrap tightly around you, holding you against him so securely, as if he's afraid you'll slip through his fingers like smoke.

"Don't go.....just stay here.... Please" Zayne's voice, though muffled by his head buried in your neck, comes out as nothing more than a broken plea, the sound so vulnerable it makes your heart hurt. Just what kind of darkness was he forced to endure to shake him up this badly? Zayne was notorious for his self control, never showing weakness even to you, always preferring to take care of his problems quietly by himself. So to see him now, so raw and vulnerable in your arms, clinging to you as if it's you're the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely, you realised that whatever he saw in his dreams must've been harrowing.

Settling into his embrace, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back whilst the other played with the soft hair at the base of his neck, feeling him sigh in content at your gentle touch. You couldn't help the fond smile that spread across your face, it still amazed you how truly adorable Zayne could be sometimes, often reminding you of a grumpy cat.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You question softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between you both. "You don't have to if you don't want, but I'm here for you Zayne.... You don't have to deal with everything on your own"

For a while he remains quiet, and you accept that this is yet another thing he's going to keep to himself, but after letting out a heavy sigh, you hear his murmured response.

"I don't want to talk about what I saw.... I don't want to relive it" He raises his head, piercing green eyes meeting your own, his voice raw with a vulnerability you've never heard from him before. "I need you to promise me you'll be more careful, especially when dealing with wanderers. You're always so reckless with your life and as much as I want to, I can't always be there to protect you."

Zayne's hold on you tightens, face moving closer to rest his forehead against your own, an action so simple yet it conveys a depth of emotion that words can't. His breath fans over your face as he whispers softly, voice breaking slightly as he fights to control the intensity of emotions building up within him. "Please.....I can't bear to lose you....I'm not strong enough"

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When We Wake

Masterlist here

Word count: 1,300+

Synopsis: Blissfully waking within the arms of your lover, you are both struck with the thoughts of how precious you have become to one another. Whispering confessions of adoration to one another while the other slumbers, you are both completely overcome with such deep devotion.

Themes: established relationship, sir Crocodile x reader, gn!reader - non gendered descriptors, suggested nudity, kisses, confessions of love, sir Crocodile is soft for you, romance, romantic imagery, morning kisses, lazy kisses.

Notes: @carrotsunshine wanted a lovestruck Crocodile to read when she finished work today. I had no choice, my hands were bound and I stayed up past midnight again getting it done. While Croco is not one of the regular characters to write for, I did find myself falling for him a little in this fic. @since-im-already-here suggested the song, because smol-snail is a queen. Was written on my phone.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @cinnbar-bun @i-am-vita

Song: Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold

Falling asleep, content within the arms of a lover is a luxury Sir Crocodile never knew he could afford. Although extremely wealthy, he deemed himself unworthy of such an exuberant opulence. For all his shortcomings in his youth, clawing with his right hand while grappling with his left hook to be within the lap of comfort all Berry could buy: this small slice of the heavens he carved for himself with you was priceless.

It was not so dissimilar for you. You had never known a love as passionate, as heated, nor as deep a connection as the one you shared with Sir Crocodile. He was your world, and you were his. These few moments together, before the world drew first breath and the symphony of birdsong would sing to welcome the dawn, you lay in complete syncronancy.

Your heartbeats would thump to the same rhythm, your lungs extend as you drew breath in the same soothing inhale before softly exhaling in unison. If one of you shifted to rotate, splayed fingertips would search in yearning to find each other's warmth within the night: shifting blankets to adjust the heat for one another accordingly.

If you fell out of rhythm together, after a night of sound, blissful slumber, and one of you woke first: the other would gaze fondly at the lover they had taken.

When Sir Crocodile awoke first, his right hand would rise from its position against your hip, slowly raking his fingers delicately along your skin. His calloused hand was coarse and rough, but his fingers were always soft and gentle for you.

Finally, as his fingers reach your shoulders, he massages your shoulder tenderly before raking his forearm over your body and tucking your slumbering form firmly secured against his chest. His eyes were half-hooded, gazing with the softest flutter of his lengthy eyelashes down at you.

“You are so precious to me, my moon,” he whispered into your hair, pressing a tender kiss softly against your hair, “A bright light that guides me through such horrors within my darkened past.” You barely stir within your sleep, unaware such deep, devoted confessions were being freely gifted from the smiling lips of your lover.

“You are the blood that swells my heart,” his breath tickled your temple as his scarred cheek nuzzled against the crown of your head, “It would be too simple a thing to kill for you, as it would be to die for you.”

Unconsciously, your body began to burrow into his chest within your slumber. A soft moan expelled itself from between your lips as you reveled in the contact of your bare skin against his own. His final confession was whispered like a prayer into your ear.

“You command my very soul, my spirit is yours to do with what you will,” he smiled as he felt you stirring within his arms, “Should you toy with me, torture me, or choose to trust me: either way, I am yours, and I will live my life for you.”

Upon hearing his words, your immediate response upon waking was to press a kiss within the hollow flesh of his jugular notch. His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as a rumbled groan in bliss swelled within his chest.

“As I am yours, my beautiful Crocodile.”

Should you find yourself to be the first to rise, your breath would hitch as your eyes met with his face. Within his slumber, he managed to break away from your embrace. Lying on his back, his hair splayed down over his face, you notice the deep furrow of his brows and the soft shudder of a snarl.

Softly and cautiously, you draw up your hands over his broad chest to hover over his face. The bright lightning-sheen of his healed scar illuminated within the soft light of the morning. You slowly lean over him, your chest lying flush against his as you straddle his waist.

You splay your forearms over his chest, elbows barely reaching the shoulders of the large man as you lay your ear flush against his chest. The rapid beat of his heart began to slow, a deep, sleepy inhale of his breath sucked in through his lips and departed softly through his nose.

“You are the most precious thing to me, my beautiful Crocodile,” you confessed your deep devotion into his chest, “No gold, jewels, nor Berry could ever meet you as equal.”

Sweeping your cheek away from his chest, you brushed your nose against his chest before beginning a trail of soft and lazy kisses over his pectorals. For each kiss you planted, a confession was whispered into his skin.

“You are the greatest man I have ever known,” you pressed a deep kiss against his clavicle bone, “Your fierce devotion to me is only outmatched by my own to you.”

The swell of his chest beneath your body indicated he was beginning to stir within his deepest rest. He sighed as he raised his right arm to unconsciously pull you closer into his chest. You elevated your chin to gaze up into his dark, violet eyes that had barely split apart between the curtain of his eyelashes.

“You are my closest confidant, my most ferocious protector,” you pressed a lengthy kiss against his jaw before brushing the hair that shrouded his face from full view, “You are all mine.” His eyes were sleepily gazing down at you, feeling the shift of your body flush against his own.

“As you are all mine.”

But should you find yourselves back within that perfect synchrony, on very rare occasions, your eyelashes would flutter as the world around faded into view. The world, as both of you knew it within your souls, was within the arms of one another. The only world that mattered to you both in those fleeting moments, before obligation and commitments called to you; was only, and always, each other.

As your joint eyelids rose together, your glassy orbs found their peace within each others' gaze. You were always the first to smile, where he was always the first to reach out to pull your body against his.

It was always up for debate as to who uttered those sacred words first. The three sought after and holy words that bound you together as one life, one body, one heart, and one soul. Those simple words that had the most mighty and hardened soldiers stutter and stumble over them in their fluster.

Immediately meeting with your smiling lips, Sir Crocodile swooped down and captured them beneath his own. Always slow, the angle of his jaw would alternate with his chin extending down and rotating to depict his heated passion. The bridge of his nose brushed against your own, the rumble of his moan expelled within your mouth as yours fled into his.

Parting your lips, you sought out more contact with your body pressed firmly against your passionate lover. You hooked your arms over his neck as he braced his right arm and left forearm around your waist.

He rolled you over his chest, before using the propulsion of the swinging motion of your body to pin you beneath him. You squealed into his mouth in shocked joy, his lips never breaking their deep contact against your own. With your lover now between your legs, you clawed at his shoulders to tug him closer.

The deep furrow of his brow, and sharp inhale of breath through his nose, had you enchanted by his enthusiastic welcome to commence the day. Almost begrudgingly, he finally split contact away from your lips to smile down at your position beneath him.

Taking a moment to silently acknowledge each other, you slowly laced your hands within the ink-black strands at the back of his head just as he leaned down to press his forehead against your own. Your whispers were almost inaudible, this confession being so scared you both dare not present it to undesirable ears.

This confession was just meant for only each other, your lips brushing briefly as you both relayed your devotion in perfect, unified symphony.

“I love you.”

[weebsinstash]

Okay but AU where Miguel is an alpha and reader is normal but they still give off the smell of being in heat before their period or just once a month so poor Miguel has to struggle with an oblivious reader whose just going around saying hi to people like they’re not a walking talking advertisement for sex

Reader: what do you mean 'I probably shouldn't go near Miguel right now? I thought he looked like he had a headache earlier so I got him some of those empanadas he likes from the cafeteria and some migraine tea

Peter B, not sure how he can tell you without sounding like an absolute freak that his friend is an Alpha and can smell that you're ovulating right now and if you go near Miguel when you're like this you could end up pregnant: beeeeecaaaussssse, Mayday misses you! Yeah, come hold my baby and come this way and hang with us and definitely NOT to Miguel's office!

(Lmao Miguel just checking security feeds by coincidence and, ugh, double whammy combo, he sees you holding the baby, in his eyes looking like the CUTEST potential mom, and he's just like "well, if she gets pregnant it's God's will 🙏". 'Poke holes in the condoms' girl he doesnt OWN condoms and he tells you up front, on his shit like "we're married, this is what married couples do". Or it's like. Kinda like with superman lol, where Miguel's altered not completely human DNA skirts around the spermacide in condoms that's formulated for humans so he might knock you up unintentionally but once it's on the way he wont let you get rid of it and he's actually so excited)

He overhears another Alpha make comments on your body and your scent and you just turn your head to see Miguel holding them by the collar as their little feeties dangle in the air and he's growling at them to "watch who they're speaking about that way" and you're just left ignorant that he's basically strangling the dude cause he was saying the equivalent of "if Y/N doesn't watch out she's gonna end up knocked up" and "hey maybe it'll be me" (no, absolutely not, run laps cadet, the boss ain't happy with ya)

And it works in reverse too! He smells good and you definitely cant help but notice 😩❤️ He stands just a little too close to you one day and you can smell this kind of masculine musk, I feel like he's kind of like too lowkey a recluse holing himself up to wear men's cologne but he's also like kind of an older man so just like, the thought of him having the scented pomade for his hair and you smell things like his deodorant and body wash when he's too close and it all smells very much you know Male but in a sexy way, the scent of aftershave sticking to him some mornings, coffee on his breath when he points to something on a monitor over your shoulder, just all these sorts of smells to associate with his presence even if you can't pick up the intricacies of his more "biological" components. You're up working late once and you fall asleep in a chair and later on you wake up tucked in on a couch in a break room with a blanket that has a scent on it (to tell other Alphas to back off and let you rest) and you can't help but put your face into it. like, as a young girl I didn't understand but I'm 26 now and there are just some male colognes and just like idk scents where you smell it and it's just like UGH I bet the man who left this is big 😩❤️ if it's not overpowering and you're not used to smelling "dude scents" that shit can be dangerous in the wrong hands

You experience the rare event of Miguel actually sitting down for once (shocking I know) and your desire to help and also your coochie activates when you see him looking kind of tired and run down and like, rubbing his face with a hand and he's got a migraine and here you are, "let me platonically rub your shoulders sir it definitely isn't at least partially because I'm crazy crazy horny for you and something about you kinda lowkey makes me wanna serve you"

Like you reach out and start rubbing his neck and shoulders and he's just so sore and had been working so hard he's like GROANING and shit like 😩 how could I not run my fingers through his hair, how could I SURVIVE if he started doing that shit. I couldn't, he felt your nails lightly drag against his scalp and it sent shivers up his spine and now you're getting your back put on the nearest flat surface while he pulls all your clothes off

"Sorry, but I don't think I can hold myself back anymore."

[toomanybandstocare]

{Naboo Sunset}

Program: When Padmé sends word to you that Rex will be on an extended leave this time, you make sure that he'll enjoy his well deserved rest with no worries. Even with General Skywalker in on your plan, no one could have foreseen how Rex would react to your affection. Naboo will always be where the two of you point as the start of your lives as riduurs.

Pairing: Captain Rex x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 2636w

Camp Resolute's Masterlist

ClonexReader Bingo

Prompt: Sunset

Warnings: Mild suggestiveness, Petnames (usual Mando'a ones), Alcohol (not to the point of getting drunk)

Counselor Notes: Well this took a turn I didn't see coming! Thank you @ghostofskywalkerfor the idea of a sunset date with Rex &lt;3 For the @clonexreaderbingo.

“So, just to make sure I understand correctly,” Rex slowly voices his concern as he walks off the Twilight with Skywalker, “Senator Amidala requested extra security for the Senate gathering that Naboo is hosting, and the GAR only sent the two of us”. After working with the general for most of his military career, Rex is wary when it comes to any mission with the jedi. His concern only grows when he knows the general is hiding something from him. Rex scans the royal hanger with his eyes, and his suspicions heighten when he realizes their ship is the only one not from this planet. 

“No,” Anakin drags out. “But we are here by special request. That part isn’t a lie”.

Rex rolls his eyes and sighs, “Then why are we here, sir?”

The two men reach the main entrance where the guard lets them into the palace with no questions asked. Rex’s eyebrow raises at the lack of protocol. His heart quickens as they walk through the bright palace halls. Normally, Rex can push aside the insecurity that comes with feeling like an outsider, but the grandeur of the royal halls and the luxurious outfits that its inhabitants wear cause him to sink into himself slightly. Finding comfort in the plastoid armor that his brothers wear alongside him even systems away.

Anakin looks at the captain out of the corner of his eyes for a moment, taking note of his stiff posture. He focuses on his gaze in front of them, but he then bears off to a side corridor. He leads Rex to a hidden staircase and explains, “The 501st has been granted an extended leave after our last success”.

Rex’s eyebrows furrow, “Then why are we on Naboo?” He’s careful to keep his voice calm so as to not betray the growing hope that’s overcoming him. The last rays of early evening bleed into a vibrant sunset over the lake from the open archways that line the outer wall.

“I may, or may not, have lied about the Senator requesting you to be here,” Skywalker sheepishly admits. “That doesn’t mean someone else didn’t request your presence, though”.

Reaching the top of the stairwell, Skywalker steps to the side and opens the door for Rex. His signature smirk appears on his face, and Rex thinks this is finally the moment he’ll strangle the general for everything he's been put through. Fully ready to voice his intent, Rex’s body freezes at the sight of you sitting at a table for two on the palace’s terrace.

Dressed in a summer evening outfit, you look at your partner in amusement as he can’t take his eyes off you. His expression of disbelief makes you lightly chuckle. Warmth blankets around you as the sun kisses your skin causing butterflies to tickle your stomach.

“I’ll leave you two to it. We’ll have a few weeks here, Rex, so try to actually relax on your time off,” Skywalker quietly dismisses himself. Before he completely moves away, he nods at you in gratitude.

You smile lightly at the general, and you focus your gaze on Rex. “Care to join me? It’d be a shame to let this go to waste,” you say and motion to the table full of fruit, cheese, and bread. A jug of water sits on the side of the table with a bottle of wine in a chiller stand. 

Rex can’t breathe as he takes in this moment. Memorizing it to hold close for the rest of his life, his heart swells to the point where he swears he's going to break. “How,” Rex tries to find his voice as he walks towards you, “How did you plan this?”

You reach your hands out to him and grasp his gloved hands. Rubbing your thumbs over his knuckles, you explain, “I had some help. Padmé learned about it through her husband, and she sent me a message. Offered to let us have a vacation away from prying eyes”. You look up at him from your seat and flutter your eyelashes. The soft smile on your face growing as Rex looks down at you in adoration. A flush warms your cheeks when he takes one hand to tilt your chin up towards him. His gentle touch ignites sparks across your skin.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Rex quietly mumbles before placing a kiss to your lips. His hand then cups your jaw to help guide you into a better position to deepen the kiss. His lips move against yours and pride warms his chest when you meet him with equal tenderness. Everything feels as if it comes to a standstill as the two of you reunite and fall into your partner’s embrace.

You rest your free hand on his hip and run your thumb over the new scratches on the worn plastoid. Silently thanking the stars for safely returning Rex to you one more time. Rex pulls away from your lips, and before you can protest, he places a quick peck to your pout. Your heart races from the small act, and you meet his affectionate gaze with a similar look on your face. “I think you’ve voiced the idea one or two times,” you muse, “You did, did however, say we would need all the time in the galaxy to truly express how much you adore me”. 

You lightly laugh and let him step away to find his seat across from you, and his laughter soon joins yours. You pour water into both your glasses while you softly inquire. “How would you like to go about your vacation?” When Rex raises an eyebrow as he slips off his gloves, your cheeks flame as your mind begins to wander from the terrace oasis to the luxurious bedroom the two of you will find comfort in soon enough. “We have a gift sitting in front of us. If you want, we could completely ignore the war for a short time. Get lost in our imaginations of what it would be like to spend our lives peacefully hidden away from the galaxy,” you elaborate.

Rex looks at you with a thoughtful expression. His eyes flickering from your ethereal appearance to the beautiful scenery that leads his mind to all the possible afternoon rendez-vous the two of you could find yourselves in before noticing the small quirk of your lips. His chest aches at the care you’ve put into this experience for him, and he leans forward to grasp one of your hands across the table. “That’s a very dangerous idea, cyar’ika,” Rex muses.

“Don’t you flirt with death everyday, love?” you tease and squeeze his hand. “How could a blossoming field of flowers beside a tranquil lake pose more of a threat than a battlefield?”

 Rex chuckles and looks up at you from his eyelashes. His amber eyes hold a roguish glint that only grows in intensity at the small shiver that falls over your body. When he responds, he voice drops into a gravelly, hushed tone, “I meant dangerous for you, cy’are. Three weeks tucked away from any distractions where I can finally take my time to love and adore you. Worship you every morning, afternoon, and evening for everyday we live in paradise. You’re offering me too much when it should be me who offers you everything”.

Your breath hitches and the blush rising to your cheeks rivals the sunset’s rich red and orange hues that paint the sky. Heart pounding against its cage, your voice comes out airy: “Whatever you desire, I shall give to you during our time together. As long as you promise that you’ll return to me each time we must part ways”.

Rex feels like he can’t breathe. A wash of guilty pleasure consumes him as you bite down on a strawberry. The glistening juice trails across your lip before your tongue swipes across to collect it. Your lighthearted laugh seemingly brings a brighter glow that Rex didn’t think was possible to the golden beams of sunlight that stream through the hanging flowers. His other hand subtly moves to his utility belt as you turn your head to watch the sun set against the great lake. Rex is thankful that you let him get lost in his thoughts this time, because he wants to do right by you for this change in your relationship.

“I will do everything in my power to come home to you, so we can continue to create memories like these together,” Rex promises. His voice softens into a reverent awe, and as he speaks he unclasps one of his pouches.

“I know,” you softly acknowledge, “I will always count down the days until we reunite, but during those days I will always worry for your well being and safety”. Rex’s hand squeezes yours, and your expression drops. Not daring to look at your lover, you keep your attention to the families and friends who gather by the lake’s shore to begin their summer celebration. Your chest constricts as hugs are shared and shouts of excitement crescendo against the evening’s warm breeze.

Rex ducks his head and sighs. His fingers hesitate when they graze the small box he’s kept safe by his side during his last few deployments. When he steals a glance at you, Rex’s heart all but breaks at the adoration he holds for you. Sitting before him, Rex looks upon his lover who holds him with such care and tender love. Who understands him better than he does. Who goes through every obstacle to stand by his side and support him in a galaxy that causes a fear to fester in the back of his mind. A lover who walks him off the edge when his emotions get the best of him. There’s no one more deserving of his lifetime devotion after everything his cy’are has done for him. Certainly, no one who he could imagine living the rest of his life with.

With a reignited spark of resolve, Rex scoops the small box into his hand and clasps the pouch. “I can’t promise that a worst case scenario will never happen,” Rex quietly begins. When you turn to face him with a worried expression that nearly makes him choke, he takes a deep breath. “However, if there is a way for me to find my way back to you, I will always search for it. There is nothing in this galaxy that could keep me from returning to you. The only exception being death itself”.

Your breathing begins to grow heavy as you listen to Rex’s declaration. A night you hoped would be full of laughter and relaxation now renders you speechless while feeling the weight of his words sink into you. Your heart races as you watch Rex rise to his feet and return to your side once more. “Rex,” you softly question. Only for a quiet gasp to slip past your lips when he drops to one knee now holding your hand with such tenderness as he trails his thumbs across your knuckles.

Rex’s heart pounds against his chest as blood rushes to his ears. An overwhelming mixture of emotions makes him feel dizzy, but he will not let this opportunity pass. “I have never met a person who willingly gives a piece of their heart to whoever may need it. Someone who cares so deeply for their loved ones or people they have only just met, because you believe that everyone deserves to feel cared about. Regardless of if you’ve spent weeks with them or just a few minutes. You offer your heart to anyone and trust them to take care of it just as you would theirs, because you hold hope that the galaxy will rebuild itself into a place where everyone feels at home once more”.

“You’re going to make me cry,” you let out a watery laugh and wipe away the threatening tears, “You better not be doing what I think you’re trying to do. This vacation is supposed to be about you”.

Rex lets out a short laugh of disbelief as he shakes his head. He looks up at you with a beaming smile, “But that’s just it, cy’are. Without you, I am a shell of a man. You have brought so much light and love into my life that I never dared to dream possible. My heart only beats for you, and I want to spend the remaining days of my life by your side”. Rex slides his thumb under the ring box’s lid as his thunderous heartbeat echoes in his ears. “If you will allow me the honor, I would like to care for you with just as much devotion as you have shown me in the time we have already shared together”. 

Your eyes soften as Rex opens the ring box to reveal a simple silver band with a small sapphire in the middle. The last rays of light catch on the gemstone to cause it to sparkle in the early evening. “You would be a fool to ever think I wouldn’t say yes,” you weakly laugh and run your thumb under your eyes. 

“Then say it,” Rex pleads. His amber eyes shimmer with excitement in the golden sunlight as he waits to hear the words he’s only dreamed of hearing you say.  “Please”.

“Yes,” you softly assure him, “I would love to spend the rest of my life by your side”. There was never a doubt in your mind that this would be the man you married when you first met, but as Rex slips the band onto your ring finger, you have never known a love so strong. When you try to convey your feelings, the words can’t come. Only a small whimper falls from your lips and a short laugh. So instead you cup Rex’s face, and you share a passionate kiss. Your eyes flutter closed as you commit this moment to memory. 

A chuckle of acknowledgement falls from Rex before he nips at your bottom lip and deepens the kiss. Tilting his head, Rex holds your wrists and thumbs your racing pulse points. Your hum causes his skin to tingle. Finally, Rex feels as if he’s found his place in the galaxy. When your kiss breaks, the two of you still lean into each other's embrace and rest your foreheads together. For a few minutes, the pair of you don’t move away. Only shifting slightly to ghost your lips over over the other in featherlight kisses. Nudging your chin with his nose to make you open your eyes, Rex gently places a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling away to stand up.

Instead of sitting across from you like you thought he was doing, your eyebrows raise when he takes his chair and moves it next to yours. “Couldn’t even go a minute without being apart,” you find your voice to tease.

Rex shoots you a look of amusement while reaching over to pick up the bottle of wine from the chiller. “Because you’re any better,” Rex counters and nods to your hand resting on his belt. Now adorn by a silver band that only makes his smile grow at the sight. Twisting the cork free, Rex pours both of you glasses of bubbly and places the bottle back in the chiller. As he sits by your side, he offers you a glass and rests a hand on your thigh. He tilts his glass towards you with his usual charming expression. “May we share as many days together as riduurs as there are stars in the galaxy,” he proposes.

Lightly clinking your glass to his, you beam at Rex. “And may we always find our ways home to one another after any time apart”.

[natsuki-bakery]

⁎˚ ఎ Caine care giver headcanons ໒ ˚⁎

Can we have some caregiver Caine headcanons with a little who's grumpy because they didn't had nap time.

•Caine may initially be puzzled by your grumpiness but quickly understands the situation. He becomes a comforting presence, offering gentle reassurances and understanding

•Despite his typically gruff demeanor, Caine's cuddles are surprisingly gentle. He wraps his arms around you, providing warmth and security

•He would transforms the surroundings into a cozy nest, complete with soft blankets, pillows, and dim lighting to help you relax!

•"Hey there, little one. I can see you're feeling a bit out of sorts today. How about we snuggle up here on the couch, hmm?"

•Papa Caine hums soft lullabies or sings soothing songs to help lull you into a peaceful sleep, using his deep voice to create a calming atmosphere

•He demonstrates patience and understanding, knowing that your grumpiness is not intentional but a result of being tired. He listens attentively to your complaints and gently addresses your needs

•Caring Commander may offer you one your favorite toys or comfort items to help you feel more at ease

•As you starts to relax, Sir Snuggles encourages you to engage in self-care activities such as deep breathing exercises or gentle stretches to further promote relaxation and comfort

•Throughout the process, Captain Cuddles stays by your side, offering unwavering support and care until you drift off into a peaceful nap, ensuring you feel safe and loved <3

[toska-writes]

“The Entire Galaxy”

Summary: Facing General Grievous by oneself is no easy task, so when something goes wrong Rex takes things into his own hands to defend what matters to him most.

Pairing: Rex x Padawan Reader (I think we all know the drill by now)

Warnings: injury, blood (mild), let me know if I missed something

Word count: 1036

The breath escaped your lungs as once again you collided with the suffocating walls.

Your lightsaber was clutched limply in your hands as you closed your eyes trying desperately to catch your breath.

You heard the taunting laughs from somewhere in front of you- or maybe some coughs snuck in somewhere.

“I thought you’d be better than this padawan,” Grievous loomed above you now, in this moment breaking your hand didn’t seem as bad if you were to punch him right in the face. “Aren’t you going to get back up?”

Of course you were… right?

The room spun once again, you winced once while pushing yourself against the wall. You didn’t relise how close Grievous really was too you before you felt his cold metallic hands on your shoulders.

“I thought you might need some help.” He laughed followed by another round of coughing. The ground was gone from bellow your feet before you could even comprehend what was going on.

Soon you were flying across the room once again and struck the wall right by one of the jammed doors. You felt the sickening feeling on your lightsaber rolling out of your hand after a deafening crash of your body hitting the wall.

You weren’t really sure where it rolled off too, you weren’t really sure if you could even keep your eyes open.

The rumble of Grievous heavy steps kept you semi-aware of his position as he said “that would make a fine addition to my collection.”

You tried your best to prop yourself up but everything seemed to be going against you. The faint whisper came alive in your ears. “Everything will be ok, we got you child.” It murmured “He’s coming.”

The force surrounded you like a weighted blanket; safe and secure.

You barley heard the sound of metal against metal as the door finally scraped open. Through the blurry mess you made out the unmistakable blue of the 501st.

You didn’t need to open your eyes anymore when the presences of Rex filled your senses.

“We need a medic up here quickly, it’s the commander.” He whispered into his com, so not to frighten you more if you could even hear him.

“Well what’s this?” Grievous froze where he stood, “So a clone like you came to save the day? Why bother.”

The question rubbed around like sand paper in his mind. Why bother? WHY BOTHER? If only anyone in the entire galaxy could understand just how he felt about the kid that laid half conscious protected by him.

He scoffed in return. Grievous waved his own lightsabers in the air. “Well what are you going to do clone?”

Rex found what you had been trying to look for, already knowing it would be almost impossible to land a shot on that clanker.

The metal felt weird in his hands, he could barely even fathom the power this weapon held in his hands. He looked back once at you.

Giving him an assuring nod he stood. Taking a defensive stance making sure you were well protected behind him.

“What’s your position?” He asked through his coms.

“Almost there sir, about a minute.” Kix returned the message.

Rex gave a solemn nod and the flicked on the lightsaber. The weight felt perfect cradled in both of his hands.

His face contorted into pure rage, Grievous let out yet another laugh into a coughing fit.

“Let’s see what your made of soldier boy.”

Grievous launched himself towards the captain, the blades exploding in many different colors. Rex was doused in the greens and blues of the lightsabers.

Nothing was getting through him to his padawan, his commander, his everything. Not this time. And not ever.

He twirled the blade behind him picking up the momentum, just like he had seen Anakin do so many times while training or fighting besides you.

Rex came down in an agressive arc pushing the bot back a little, clearly he was just as surprised as Rex was.

Over the fighting footfalls could be heard outside the hall, they were almost there just a little longer.

Grievous swung in a deadly arc and Rex had to dive out of the way just to not get chopped up.

Shouting could now he heard from the halls, a blaster bullet struck the huge clanker square in the shoulder.

Another lightsaber could be heard from somewhere behind Rex, he looked to see Anakin.

Anakin stared at him with wide eyes for a second before shouting. “Go, I’ll handle the asthmatic.”

Rex was at your side in an instant after that, Kix felt your pulse and stared to wrap the visible wounds. Rex would rather not see the blood that stained your robes.

You grabbed his hand quickly, he jumped a little at your touch. “I didn’t know you could fight like that without loosing a toe.” You wheezed decorated by a pained smile.

Rex shook his head a little, “You’ll have to teach me more.” He watched as your eyes closed again, face contouring in pain as Kix wrapped up something else.

“Sorry” he muttered. To Rex this time he said. “We have to get them out of here quickly.”

Nodding Rex slipped one arm beneath your legs, and another by your shoulders. Oh maker why did you feel so… limp?

“Promise me kid.” He whispered down to you running after Kix.

A small mumble was heard from his chest. He said. “Promise you’ll teach me, teach me when we get back to the temple.”

Of course he knew the council would never allow but it didn’t matter this time.

You were frozen for a moment which made Rex’s heart spike. “I promise” You barely whispered. “I cant promise you’ll be any good like me though.”

Rex let out a nervous laugh

As least if you could still make jokes and remarks at him you had to be somewhat alright.

“Whatever you say kid. We’re almost there just hang on.”

He felt you curl up closer to his chest, for a moment everything seemed to go quite. Rex felt as if he held the entirety of the galaxy between his own two arms.

And of course he did.

[burrowbaddie]

Sorry Not Sorry

Joe Burrow x Female Reader

Series Summary: Childhood friends to lovers to nothing. You and Joe had history, you were each others first and then you were nothing. Years later, you guys rekindle the flame but with more obstacles in the way this time.

Chapter 5.5 Summary: Your perfect life with Joe doesn't exist without cracks.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Afab!reader, smut, swearing. Oral (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cheating! (You are the side girl, sorry.), the small fight scene, jealous Joe, mild violence, stalker, mentions of bullying

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"Joe, you have had a fantastic season so far. You're glowing; You're making plays: calling the right calls. What has changed from the last season to this season?"

"I'm happy. I feel good. My teammates feel good, so it's all showing on the field." Joe responds with a wide grin.

"Is there something special that's happening? Like you really have a pep in your step these days. You're undefeated. What do you think the chances of getting to the Superbowl are?"

"I mean, we still have some games before we can talk about the big one. But we are going to get there and get that ring. I can guarantee you that." Joe winks and finishes his interview. You turn the tv off and place a blanket over Tate. Dr.Brian had to extend his leave for a year, so you've been adjusting to your position quite well. You're hoping he returns soon because you will be on maternity leave in a few months. Your pager goes off, and Tate jumps out of his sleep.

"Get some more rest. I got a call; it's okay." You tell him.

"Nope. I need to clean something before my boss catches me." Tate follows you towards the ED.

"What's going on?" You ask, making your way over to the commotion.

"This bitch really thinks I have time to sit around waiting for fucking tests! Discharge me!"

"Okay, sir, you need a CT scan; you were involved in an accident, and you need stitches on your head." You say, reading his chart.

"I'm fine, bitch! I want to go home!" He yells, getting in your face. A male nurse pulls him back, but the guy swings at him, knocking him down. He then turns his anger towards you. He grabs your arm and starts shaking you, shouting in your face. You quickly shield your belly out of reflex when Tate steps in, knocking the man to the floor.

"Are you okay?" He asks you. You're shaking and zoning out. Tate grabs your hand while security deals with the guy. You nod, and Mya takes you away to check on you.

"You're six months pregnant. Should you really be working here? You need to be in the office doing administrative work." She wears a look of concern on her face.

"I'm okay. It happens. Thank you, Tate." You turn to the boy, who wears a soft smile. Mya sighs, walking away.

"I didn't know you were pregnant."

"Have you seen this belly?" You laugh, rubbing it. Tate scratches his neck.

"So you have a boyfriend?" Tate's voice is filled with sadness as his eyes drift down. You put together what is happening and sigh.

"Tate. I'm much older than you, even if I had no boyfriend."

"You're acting like your 35. You're in your 20s! It's not that much older."

"I see you as a little brother. I'm an only child, so it's nice having you around." You pinch his cheeks, and he pouts like a child.

"I guess. What's the surprise you have for us next weekend?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."

"Unless it's your hand in marriage, I don't care."

"Tate. Behave." You warn him. He nods and tells you he can't wait for the surprise. Fast forward to the following week. You pull into the parking lot of the Paycor Stadium. All three boys' eyes widen with excitement.

"No way! We're seeing the Bengals?! That's my favorite team!" TJ shouts, hopping out of the car as soon as you park.

"It's all of our favorite teams." Trey follows him out of the car to take in the scene. Tate wears a big grin and turns to you to thank you. But your gift doesn't end there. Before the game, you take them to meet some of the players.

"Ja'Marr, you're my favorite player ever! You've been a beast this season!" Trey says, watching Ja'Marr sign his jersey. You take notice of Joe and Tate talking and make your way over to them.

"Best QB in the game. No one can tell me otherwise! Plus, your girlfriend is hot. I have a crush on her for sure." Tate says with a cheeky grin. Joe's eyes drift to you.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I only watch the news because of Nicki. The rack she has is out of this world."

"Tate, watch your mouth." You shake your head laughing.

"But she is really hot. But my girlfriend is this one right here. Hottest woman to walk the earth." Tate throws an arm around you. You giggle and wiggle his arm off. Joe stops signing his jersey and eyeing Tate. You cough, getting Joe back to focus. He returns to signing but doesn't reply to Tate.

"Here. Enjoy the game." Joe walks away, and you shake your head. He can be so childish sometimes.

"You think he's mad because I called his girlfriend hot?" Tate asks you. You nod.

"Yeah. He can be petty like that."

"Ha. I made Joe mad. That's awesome."

"Grab your brothers and let's go get our seats." You tell him, making your way to Joe. Joe is sitting down getting his ankle wrapped when you approach him.

"You are such a child."

"How?"

"Why are you mad right now?"

"Why's he calling you his girlfriend?"

"Joseph, he is an 18-year-old boy with a crush. You are my grown-ass man boyfriend. Get a grip." You run your hand through his hair. Joe places his head on your belly.

"How is she?"

"Sleeping for now. Making me crave hot dogs and a ton of mustard."

"I'll go get-"

"Get ready for your game. I'm going to meet your mother and get our seats."

"I love you, baby." Joe looks up at you, waiting for a kiss puckering his lips together. You bend down, kissing his lips.

"Good luck, Joey boy." You turn to walk away when Joe slaps your ass.

"You know it turns me on hearing you call me that." He shouts after you. His athletic trainer finishes wrapping his ankle. You and the boys take your seat. The Bengals continue their winning streak. Robin hugs you and places her hand on your belly.

"I was so excited when Nicole said she was having a baby. But hearing that it was a false alarm made me sad. I hope I can be a pseudo-grandma to your little one."

"Of course. She's going to get all the love in the world." You tell her. After the game, you take the boys home and drop Tate off at his apartment. Tate was able to save up and get a small one-bedroom apartment with your help. The homeless house you signed off on should be opening in the spring. You made a hospital donor a deal he couldn't refuse; his name was on the project. Basically, you would be able to provide housing for the homeless for a lower cost for up to 18 months until the person could get a steady job. The small changes you've made around the department have helped open up the budget a bit, and with the donor ball coming up, you're sure you can persuade some more donations out of the rich.

At home, you draw yourself a bath, while your frozen pizza cooks in the oven. Your doorbell rings, and Geroge, your live-in security guard, jumps up to answer it. You moved in with Joe a month ago, but he refused to let you be alone, so he hired a guard to stay at your house whenever he was away.

"Where's Joe?" Nicole crosses her arms, staring Geroge down.

"Ma'am, you are not permitted to enter this house."

"Who the fuck are you? You can't keep me out!"

"What's going on?"

"Miss Nicole seems to be drunk. She is trying to enter your home."

"Oh gosh. It's okay. Let her in and get her some water. Thank you." You help Nicole into the house, and she stumbles to the living room.

"Nicole. Are you okay? How did you get here?" You ask her, helping her sit down.

"I fucking drove."

"That's not safe. Here drink some water." You give her the glass George hands you. You let her drink it while you call Joe. Joe is pissed and on his way home when you relay the message.

"Here," Nicole mumbles, handing you a manila envelope. You empty its contents and look over the photos and written messages. Nicole has been receiving the same threats as you. You stare at the negative pregnancy tests. Nicole confessed about not being pregnant last month, which wasn't a surprise to Joe.

"We thought it was you this whole time. After the attack, Joe got really protective. If he knew this was happening to you, he would have done something and-"

"He doesn't care about me. He hates me." She covers her face with her hands crying. You place a hand on her back, trying to console her, but you don't know what to say. Joe slams the door and makes his way to the living room.

"Nicole, what are you doing here?" Joe stands there waiting for her explanation. You get up and grab Joe by the forearm, pulling him to the kitchen.

"She's drunk, Joe. I think it would be best to let her sleep it off here."

"She's probably faking. Nicole is insane."

"Can I use your phone to call Amber? He clearly doesn't want me here." Nicole stumbles into the kitchen. You unlock your phone and hand it to her. Joe rolls his eyes and grabs water from the fridge. Nicole returns to the living room, ensuring you're occupied with Joe. She reaches into her pocket, pulls out a device that looks like a small charger, and plugs it into your phone, downloading everything.

"Fine, let her stay. I don't care." Joe walks off upstairs to the bedroom. You return to the living room, and Nicole hands you the phone.

"No answer. I guess I'm staying here." She whispers. You nod and take her to the guest room. Nicole stops in front of the nursery.

"You're having a girl?" She asks, leaning on the doorframe. You back peddle and stand beside her, looking at your progress in the room.

"Yeah. Her name is still being decided."

"Cool." Nicole rolls her eyes, and you close the door continuing to the guest room. Nicole sits on the bed, taking in this situation while you get her some clothes to sleep in.

"Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I want to be friendly. I would rather sleep in my own clothes, thanks." She says, shoving them into your arms.

"Look, Nicole, I'm sorry about how we handled things. I'm not saying we should be best friends, but-"

"All I wanted to show you is the envelope. I've been getting the same thing for months. I didn't come here to make friends with you. You and Joe can die for all I care."

"Right. The envelope. Do you know who it might be? We thought it was you, but I guess not. Have they contacted you personally? From a phone or-"

"No. Just envelope and pictures."

"Umm, what do the photos of you and DJ mean?"

"I didn't cheat, if that's what you're asking. After Joe tried to break up with me, I might have had a fling with DJ. I was angry. That's it."

"It's fine. We should take all this to the police whoever this person is attacked me. They could very well attack you next." You warn her. Nicole rolls her eyes and climbs into bed.

"I'll be fine. Trust me."

You sigh and gather the photos taking them to your bedroom. Joe is already in the shower, so you join him in the bathroom. Leaning against your sink, you take a deep breath.

"The same person watching me has been watching Nicole."

Joe slides the shower door open.

"That's what she wants you to believe. Nicole is up to no good. I know her very well." Joe turns off the shower, grabs a towel, dries off, and wraps it around his waist.

"If she's such this terrible person, why were you with her?" Your tone takes Joe by surprise.

"What do you want me to say? She was nice, okay! But somewhere along the lines, her true colors started to show. Even if you didn't come back into my life, I would've broken up with her. She is a scheming, manipulating, egotistical person." Joe runs his hands through his wet hair waiting for you to say something; when you don't reply, he walks off. Joe intended to break things off with Nicole before you, but things happened fast.

"Look, I don't want to fight, but she is being stalked. She doesn't deserve that. I think if we both go to the police, something can be done. We have more evidence here." You shout, shaking the photos. You're getting frustrated that he isn't taking the situation seriously enough for you.

"It's Nicole. She wants you riled up. Why would she drive here of all places."

"Joe! They attacked me! I don't think she would be here showing me this stuff if she was part of it. What kind of person-"

"Nicole is that type of person! I am telling you! I know her. She only cares about her fucking self! She wasn't even picked for the news anchor position. Ask me how she got it. Ask, go on?" Joe's voice boomed through the room. You crossed your arms, shaking your head.

"She exposed Kelly, the girl who actually earned the position. How? Because she blackmailed Kelly into quitting. She's not a good person. That's why I can't take the bullshit she says to you seriously." Joe is calmer, but you are on the verge of tears.

"You knew what she would do to me if she found out about us, and you just let it happen?"

Joe realizes what you're thinking.

"Baby-"

"You let her do this. You should've ended things. Get out!"

"Cheeks, I'm tired and-"

"Get out!" You scream, throwing his clothes. Joe quickly dresses, and you slam the door on his way out. Joe sleeps on the couch while you sit in the bedroom, thinking about everything. If Nicole was playing you, you needed to find out yourself. But if she were telling the truth, you'd be even more of an ass attacking her. You tossed and turned all night until finally letting sleep take you. In the morning, Joe entered the kitchen to find Nicole eating cereal.

"Wifey said I could help myself. Noticed you on the couch. Sorry if I caused trouble." Her smile annoyed Joe, who ignored her, walking over to the fridge.

"Hey, don't be so mean, Joey babe! I came here to talk. Soon the news will break about your infidelity. I'm sure your publicist will contact you shortly. I thought I should warn you in person. " Nicole empties her bowl into the sink and pats Joe on the back.

"Nicole, come on. You know we broke up so-"

"You started seeing her before we broke up. I'm going with that story. Prepare yourselves." She smiles and turns away.

"If the stalker is after you, that means they have something on you too. What is it?"

Nicole freezes up.

"None of your fucking business. Have fun, pretty boy." Nicole leaves the house as you enter the kitchen. Joe tries apologizing, but you tell him you work a double today and will see him tomorrow. Just like Nicole warned him, his publicist calls him.

"When is the story dropping?" He asks.

"We can hold it off for now, but the best thing to do is come forward. Who knows how Nicole will bend this story."

"Cheeks is six months pregnant."

"Jesus, Joe. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"The stress from this story won't benefit the baby or her. So do what you can, Helen. Please." Joe is defeated when he ends the call. He drives to his parent's house to tell them everything. Only his father is home, and Joe takes a seat.

"You look stressed. This season is going so well. You are going to the Superbowl again. I can feel it, son."

"Dad. I need to tell you something."

"You're not doping, right?"

"No. No way. I cheated on Nicole."

"Joe. I don't know what to say. Have you made up with her? I'm sure it was a lapse in judgment, and you guys can work it out." His dad shakes his head, leaning back in his chair.

"Cheeks is pregnant with my child. I broke things off with Nicole, but now she will expose the affair. I wanted to tell you guys before the story broke." Joe can't look at his father as he tells him everything. His father is shocked but not really all that surprised.

"I had a feeling. You look at that girl the same way you did in 6th grade. The best thing you can do now is to come forward before Nicole does and flips the story her way. You have to protect what you love. Your career is meaningful. This could damage your public opinion."

Joe doesn't take much from the conversation besides the fact that his father wants him to protect his career. He should have gone to his mother first. Sure, she would be disappointed, but at least he could get some advice. Joe makes his way to practice trying his best to keep his head focused. As the holidays blend, no story drops. But Joe can't keep calm. He knows this impending doom can drop any day or anytime. You and Joe have been going through the motions since your fight a few weeks back. You decide to pick up shifts just to keep busy and avoid him. When you and Joe are home simultaneously, the words you say to each other are few. He holds you in bed, and you both drift to sleep, ready to start the next day. Except for this morning, when Joe insisted on coming to your check-up. You laid down watching your OB put gel on your belly. Joe couldn't stop smiling as soon as he heard the heartbeat.

"Very healthy heartbeat. She sounds great." Your OB says, helping you up. She looks at Joe, who kisses your head and smiles.

"That's our baby girl in there." He whispers. Your heart melts, and all your passive aggressiveness toward each other goes out the window. Joe offers to take you to lunch, but. You tell him you have to go to work.

"You're seven months pregnant. Do you think going to work for almost 14 hours is okay?"

"I'm chair right now, and it's important I do everything I can. Besides, I'll see you at the charity gala, right?"

Joe kisses your hand and watches you walk away. You go to your office, and Mya stands outside, holding her phone up. You take it and look at the photo a fan took of Joe in the OB's office.

"Rumors are spreading fast about Nicki being pregnant now." Mya follows you into the office. You sit down reading blogs and tweets about the speculation. Joe has attended every appointment, so this was bound to happen soon.

"It's fine. I'm sure it will be okay. Not many people were there." You're lying. This will not be okay, and it's only a matter of time before the shit hits the fan. You don't have to think of something because your pager goes off, indicating an emergency—the rest of the day counties with crisis after crisis. When the day whines down, you finally shower and get ready for the gala. You attend the gala with Mya and work the room. Dr. Brian pulls you into a big hug.

"You've done amazing things. I knew I had left my department in the right hands. The housing you opened, I don't know how you finally got that knucklehead to donate so big but thank you."

"My charm and promised it would be named after him." You smile, rubbing your belly. Dr.Brian takes you to more donors, and you guys get a few people talking about donating to the department. Joe spots you across the room and stands there staring at you. It seems almost unbelievable how beautiful you are. Joe feels like he's starstruck. He wipes his palms on his pants and makes his way over.

"Hey." He whispers, looking down at you.

"How do you know The Joe Burrow?" Dr.Brain shakes his hand laughing. You shy away because Joe's eyes haven't left you.

"We went to school together."

"Childhood friends," Joe adds. Dr. Brain smiles between the two of you and excuses himself. Joe pulls you to the dance floor, and you sway with the music.

"You look so beautiful. I feel nervous. I don't know how to explain it." Joe whispers against your forehead. The smile you're wearing doesn't falter. Being in his arms feels safe and warm. Joe wants to kiss you so bad, but he controls himself. The smile on his face disappears as Nicole makes her way over. You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around to Nicole, asking you to cut in.

"Nicole, what are you-"

"Nice to see you too, babe." Nicole cuts him off, and you step aside, letting her dance with him.

"Why are you here?"

"My job has someone covering the gala. I am still your girlfriend. Wouldn't it be weird if we didn't attend together?" She smiles up at him. Joe stops and looks over at you, standing to the side.

"Not after tonight. My publicist is telling the public about our breaking up. I found out what the stalker has over you."

"You're lying."

"It took some digging, but Helen probably has even more connections than you. You're a bully even after all these years. The girl that you damn near bullied to suicide, yeah, she spoke with Helen. If it got out, what a bully you were. Would that fit your pretty perfect image?"

Nicole is speechless.

"Didn't think so. Leak anything about Cheeks to the press, and you will hear from our lawyer."

"You can't do that to me. You cannot."

"I tried to end things peacefully, but you took it to another level. Cheeks trust you, but I don't. I know whoever the stalker is, is probably working for you. Goodbye, Nicole. I wish you the best." Joe kisses her cheek and walks over to you, taking your hand. Some people look confused, but Nicole smiles and storms off. You ask Joe about what that was about. Joe shrugs and tells you not to worry about it. So you leave it be. Nicole rushes out of the gala and drives home. There is no way in hell she is going out like that. She lets that night stew for days. Everyone in her path feels her rage, from the poor barista at Starbucks to her assistant.

"It's fucking ugly. If you think I'm wearing that bullshit, you have another thing coming! Find me something else!" She screams at her assistant. The girl nods her head and runs off. The door opens to Ariel, who runs the gossip portion of the news.

"I gave you everything you needed to leak the story. Do it now."

"Joe's pub-"

"Do you like your job? Or do you want to go back to writing stupid little articles? I can and will ruin your fucking career!"

"Okay. I'll do it, but I don't want to get sued and-"

"You let me handle that. Go do your job."

"Is this better?" Nicole's assistant asks, holding up a new outfit.

"Perfect. Everything is perfect." She giggles to herself.

You spent the morning assisting in the ED and finally had some downtime around six, so you went to the cafeteria. With Tate following behind you, complaining about his shift today. Mya joins you, taking her usual seat next to you. You leave them to go to the bathroom you miss being able to hold your pee for longer than 5 mins. You enter the break room, and all eyes seem to be on you.

"Do I have food on me?" You laugh, trying to look at your shirt. Mike turns the tv up, wearing a huge smile.

"Allegedly, Joe has been seeing her for at least a year. Nicole and Joe's reps have yet to make a statement. It seems like the endzone isn't the only thing he has been scoring in. That is all for Ariel's Gossip corner. Back to you guys." Ariel smiles, ending her segment. The camera pans back to Nicole, whose eyes are filled with tears s she wears a smile. Her costar, Malcom, coughs and brings the 6 pm news to a closing. Everyone in the room continues to stare at you.

"Holy fuck. I thought you were seeing Dr. Brian but this- this is so much better. What a fucking cunt." Mike says. Mya slaps him across the face. Your chest tightens, and you run out of the break room before everyone can question you.

Nicole wipes her tears as the camera cuts. People start asking her if she's okay and apologizing. Nicole shakes her head and rushes to her room. She closes the door and starts laughing.

"I win." She whispers to herself.

Joe stands on the sideline, watching the defense play against the Jet's offense. A water boy looks at him and then at his phone, then back a Joe. He whispers to the girl next to him. She pulls out her phone and does the same. Joe focuses back on the game until a benched player approaches him.

"You are the man." He says, slapping Joe's back. Joe thinks he's talking about the game and nods. The game ends with the last play. The Bengals are going to the playoffs. Joe does post-game interviews, and one comment catches his attention because your name is mentioned.

"What?" Joe asks the girl to repeat herself.

"Are you seeing her?"

"No comment." Helen grabs Joe dragging him to the locker room. The guys are celebrating while Helen breaks the news. Joe punches a locker and goes through his bag to find his phone. He has messages from everyone. The calls from his mother won't stop. But the only message that sends his blood boiling is Nicole's three worded message.

Sorry, Not Sorry.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffy! I'm so busy, so I wanted to get this part out first. Are my tags working idk if you guys get it when I stage you because sometimes I can't tag you? Next chapter will be the aftermath of everything! And we will get to see the stalker for sure! Who do you guys think the stalker is? The reblogs and comments and likes and the team Nicole omg I LOVE IT ALL! It has been so much fun writing this. Don't worry I will be doing the requests this week too! Until next time take care :)

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[princessbellecerise]

Ohh can we get a Drabble for “home alone”

Where’s reader now? Did she tell her dad? Will Peter come for her again 🫢

──── ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧ ────

You weren’t sure whose scream it was that woke you up first. After all, living with the Avengers meant that you could recognize their voices, sure, but hearing them scream?

It was almost as confusing as waking up, grogginess taking over every part of your brain. You could barely move, but you could feel the pain that shot through your body as someone shook you. Specifically pain in your lower regions, and when you opened your eyes, you saw that there was blood coating your thighs.

If you moved your head a little bit, you could see the worried faces of the Avengers come into view. Steve and Bucky were in the back, their jaws dropped with anger radiating off of their bodies. Wanda was right in front of them, a hand covering her mouth and Sam was shouting something you didn’t understand.

The only two by your side were Natasha and your dad, the latter holding your hand tightly as your tearful eyes met his.

“…Daddy?”

“Sweetheart? Y/N, honey, can you hear me?” His voiced cracked.

You groaned, “Yes. Yes I can hear you,” You said as the feeling in your body finally came back to you. You twisted your face in pain as every surface of your body ached. You were slow to get to up, but once you did, everybody had a slew of questions for you.

“Sweetheart, what happened?”

“Did someone do this to you?”

“Why didn’t FRIDAY call anybody?”

“Were you drugged, Y/N?”

“I…”

Your lips trembled as you struggled to keep up with the intensity of it all, your head pounding as you cried. You clutched the blanket underneath your fingers and looked at the damange done to your body: bruised thighs, a sore pelvis and blood all over your sheets.

It was obvious that something had happened, but what? You couldn’t seem to remember as you held your head, desperately willing the memories to come back.

“I don’t know,” Is what you finally told them, beginning to sob at the lack of recollection. “I don’t—I don’t—”

Your body shook and Natasha held you as Tony shot up. Your head was buried in her chest as you cried but you could still hear yelling and the sounds of absolute chaos erupting around you.

“FRIDAY, what the hell happened? Why wasn’t I alerted that someone broke in?”

“I’m sorry sir, it seems the security system was overridden. I’m trying to trace it now but…whoever did it, was practically flawless.”

“DAMMIT!” You flinched at the sound of Tony’s fist connecting with your wall. You heard him curse, and then you heard him speak up again which caused you to tense.

“Alright, everybody out so we can start tracking whoever did this. They can’t be far, and I’ll be dammed if we don’t catch them. In the meantime, I’m leaving you here to watch Y/N so don’t you dare leave my daughter unattended for a second, got it Parker?”

“Got it,” You heard his voice agreeing before Peter suddenly stepped out from the crowd, a smile on his face as he came to sit on your bed.

Like an involuntary reaction, you flinched away from him but before you could even argue with this new arrangement, Tony and the others were already gone.

Now that left only you and Peter—staring at one another as his wide smile kept unnerving you. It felt like something in your brain was nagging at you, pushing you to think that something about this situation was bad.

But that was ridiculous, right?

Peter would never hurt you and your dad and the others were already going after the culprit who did do this to you.

You were safe…but somehow as you met the slightly unhinged gaze of Peter’s brown eyes, you felt it in your gut that you were anything but that.

continuation of this one shot

[ladylannisterxo]

Request: Now I've been overthinking.. Eddie has bandanas, handcuffs, belts. And he's an S&M top from what might be implied. How would his sadomasochistic tendencies show through when he's dominating his girlfriend? Would he blindfold her, restrain her, beat her? Humiliation? Praise or degradation? [My sadomasochistic tendencies are showing.]

ask and you shall receive. this is filthy. i'm not sorry.

words; 1.6k

warnings; S M U T (18+ only), unprotected sex, handcuffs, sensory deprivation (reader is blindfolded), degradation, spanking, fingering, praise kink, begging, dom!eddie, but don't worry, there's after care :)

You wanted to try something new and it’s not as if you were bored with the way you and Eddie were currently having sex, far from it, but you could tell he was… holding back. You could see it in his eyes, the way they would harden like steel when you teased him or bit back with a bratty remark. Then there was the way he’d grip your hips as he fucked you, always squeezing tighter and tighter like he wanted to leave fingerprints behind so you’d remember him.

So, you asked for what you wanted. Eddie and you made an agreement fairly early on that if either of you wanted to try something or not do something again, then just say so. Simple as that. It is all about pleasure, after all.

You had propositioned him shortly after the idea popped into your head. Straddling his lap wearing only panties and his Hellfire Club t-shirt, yeah, he knew you wanted something. His hands immediately gravitated towards your hips, massaging the skin with his calloused fingers. He smiled up at you warmly thinking this was just your way of getting his attention and he didn’t mind it, he’d give you anything you wanted. But he wasn’t expecting this.

It was casual in the way you mentioned that you wanted to try something new and not at all as if your heart wasn’t slamming against your ribcage, wanting to burst forth from your body. You had told him plainly that you wanted to be restrained, blindfolded, and fucked… hard. You wanted to be treated like a whore, spoken to like the slut he no doubt knew you could be. You even tacked on a “let me be a good girl for you, sir” just to really ensure he was getting the message.

But your man is so smart and he was immediately on board with this idea; you could feel it in the way his nails bit into the skin of your hips and in the way his eyes shone with a downright wicked gleam. It shot a thrill straight through to your core but luckily for you, he didn’t want to waste another second fucking about when he could, instead, be fucking you.

And that’s how you found yourself here; laying on your stomach, hands cuffed to his headboard and one of his bandanas wrapped securely around your eyes, effectively shutting you off to anything he may decide to do to you. You were shivering with anticipation, the complete lack of one sense immensely heightening all of the others.

His fingers are light as they trail down your spine, over the swell of your ass, and down the soft skin of your legs. You find yourself jumping at the sudden contact, a low chuckle emitting from his lips. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to be more beautiful, sweetheart,” he muses. “Give me your safeword.”

“Uh, cherry, let’s go with cherry,” you mumble and he delivers a harsh smack to your ass. “Cherry, sir.”

“That’s right, remember your place, whore,” he says, voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it. “Forget the rules again and I’ll smack that ass harder, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, lips pressed gently against the stinging red of your skin.

You moan softly when his hands come up to massage the supple skin of your ass and then further up to your exposed back. Letting your head drop back onto the pillow, you burrow yourself further down into his blankets, letting the scent of him invade your being. You’re calmer than you thought you’d be and you find that you’re all too ready and willing to let him take complete control of you. Eddie is perfect, Eddie is everything… Eddie will take care of you.

“I wish you could see yourself right now, absolutely dripping for me,” he purrs, fingers sliding through your slick folds. “Little slut already making a mess and I’ve barely even touched her.”

You whine softly, shifting your hips to get that much needed friction. His fingers are gone instantly and the building sensation is replaced by the force of him bringing his hand down onto your ass again, a loud crack permeating the air.

“Say it,” he commands.

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, “I’m a slut.”

“And what else?”

“A whore, sir.”

“And for who?”

“For you, sir,” you whisper, “only for you.”

“That’s right,” he praises, sliding his fingers back through your folds once again.

He chuckles deeply when you let out a sigh from the contact. His fingers trail back and forth, back and forth at such a slow, agonizing pace; down to rub against your clit and then back up to tease at your entrance. It’s taking everything in you not to shift your hips, not to chase his fingers to get more. After a few more moments of this torturous act, three of his fingers slip into you swiftly, burying all the way to his knuckles. You moan, long and loud, at the sudden intrusion. He’s not slow, doesn’t waste time; he's quick, relentless. The sound of him entering you in rapid succession creates the most obscene squelching sound to fill the air and it’s coupled with the steady clink of his rings smacking together and every single wanton moan he pulls from you as he finger fucks you faster and deeper.

“How ‘bout it, slut, you want more?”

“Yes, sir,” you stutter, breath catching, “please give me more!”

“Words,” he commands, low and dangerous, “tell me what you want.”

“Please, sir, please fuck me!”

Eddie laughs sharply, smacking your ass again for good measure. “I am fucking you,” he reminds you and you shake your head vehemently. “No? You don’t want this?”

And then it’s over. He slips his fingers from you just as quickly as he first entered and you scream. Scream in frustration, scream as your cunt clenches around nothing, scream as your insides burn with the desire to cum. You can feel tears brimming your lashes and you whine, a desperate sound if you’ve ever heard one.

“Please, sir,” you beg, just wanting him to touch you again. “I’m sorry, sir, please fuck me with your cock. I’ll be a good girl, I promise!”

You can feel his presence looming nearby, a predator stalking his prey, and you resolve yourself to slowing your breathing and remaining completely still. That is until his fingers dig into your hips and lift to place you firmly on your knees. The sudden shift causes you to yelp in surprise but it quickly morphs into a low moan when he pushes his cock halfway inside.

“Dripping and desperate,” he groans. “What a filthy thing you are. Fuck yourself on my cock if you want it so bad.”

You don’t need to be told twice, pushing back against him until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. You pull and push yourself against him, slow and deliberate as you take him inch by aching inch at an agonizing pace. You can feel the warmth of his hands hovering over your heated skin, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to grab onto you and squeeze.

“Fuck,” he breathes and that’s when the palm of his hand lands flat against your lower back, assisting you with the push and pull of your ministrations.

Eddie’s other hand joins the first and he traces his fingers lightly up and down your back, forcing a shiver to cascade down your spine. Then he brings both down just as sharply onto your ass, jolting you forward but then he’s gripping your hips, digging his fingers in and slamming into you relentlessly.

You’re screaming again, it feels too good not to. Every still available sense is operating on overdrive and you can feel yourself beginning to come apart at the seams. With each snap of his hips, it pushes you further and further up his bed until you wrap your fingers around the bars of his headboard and push, keeping yourself in a sturdy position as his pace continues to quicken.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He asks, one hand sliding down between your legs to rub fierce and quick circles against your clit. “Dirty little whore.”

“Yes, sir!” You mewl, clenching tight around his cock. “Please, sir, can I cum?”

“Cum for me, babydoll,” he groans, steadying his pace to where each thrust hits deliberately against your sweet spot forcing your brain to go fuzzy as you teeter on the precipice of your orgasm. “Cum all over my cock.”

With one last hard thrust and single flick of his fingers against your clit, you tumble over the edge, shaking profusely as he fucks you through your orgasm. His hands find your hips again as he thrusts so so slowly inside of you, chasing his own release. With a final thrust and a groan that makes you go weak at the knees, you feel him spill inside of you, warming you up from the inside.

It’s when your knees finally buckle that he slips out of you and assists in laying you gently back down on the bed. His hands work quickly at uncuffing you from the headboard and light stings your eyes when he removes the bandana. Adjusting your eyes, Eddie comes into focus kneeling by the side of the bed, a warm smile adorning his lips as he brushes your hair out of your face.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” he whispers, massaging your wrists between his fingers. “Was that okay?”

He looks almost shy now and it makes you giggle with just how quickly he can turn it on and off. “Very okay,” you say with a bright smile. “You were perfect. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then crawling back into bed with you, pulling you flush against him; your back to his chest. “Seriously, anytime.”

You snort a laugh, digging your elbow into his ribs playfully. He squeezes you tighter against him, head resting in the crook of your neck. It doesn’t take long for sleep to claim the both of you.

[itsscromp]

So. Reader is recovering in hospital after being taken hostage while on the field. How would König comfort the reader? (if you don't feel comfortable with the beginning part the question itself is fine!) gn or male reader, doesn't matter to me.

I got you Kumpel (Buddy)

Awwww yes !!!! I love this idea so much anon. You got it !! Warnings: Canon typical violence and angst. But then fluff at the end Word count:822

How did it get to this... What was meant to be a simple recon mission for you ended up with you getting kidnapped and taken hostage. You wake up in a small dingy room with only a single light bulb on. You began to hear talking and footsteps as the voices got louder, with soon the door opening to reveal the enemy.

"I am going to only ask once and once only..." He grabbed a chair and sat in front of you. "Who do you work for ???"

You looked up at him and glared at him. "None of your fucking business" You growled at him, Resulting in you getting clocked in the jaw.

"Then I won't ask a second time..."

Back on the KorTac base, The team were scrambling to find you and where you could be. König worked tirelessly to try and find you and bring you back safe and sound. Fuck... if they done anything to you... He would snap their necks. You were his best friend and cared for him deeply. He didn't want and didn't like seeing you hurt....

"Colonel" A soldier came up to him with a laptop in his hand.

"What is it, soldier ??" he asked and turned to him.

The soldier was hesitant to show him but he then opened the laptop and tapped the space bar, pressing play on the video that was sent. "To KorTac, I believe we have one of your own" He smirked and went over to someone in a chair, Tied up. The bag on the person's head flicked off to reveal... You...

"Y/n..." He got scared and angry at the same time.

"You want to see one of your own alive ?? Stay out of our operations and we can discuss.... negotiations for the release. If not..." He then went back to you but with something in his hand. He forced your mouth open and heard you groan in pain before letting out a scream after a crunch was heard. That son of a bitch ripped a tooth out. They would keep doing this the longer they waited.

"Don't take too long" He smirked and the video ended.

"How was the video sent ??" Konig immediately asked.

"It was sent via email through a secure server."

"Find the IP address and track it's exact location" He ordered

"Yes sir"

After almost 4 hours of keeping the perpetrator at bay of torturing you. They manage to pin point your location and got under way. They all geared up and checked there weapons as they then moved out toe extract you. Arriving at the location. They silently taken down any guards they find. Before König battered down the door and soon the fight began. Shooting and killing any enemy in sight. They reached your room. Where the perpetrator shot multiple rounds before König finished the job and shot him in the head, quickly going to you.

"Y/n, I'm here now... I'm here.." He was quick to untie you as he then scooped you up. cradiling you as he carried you out.

"König..." You said weakly before passing out.

You woke up to the familiar sounds of the monitor beeping and the bright lights. You shut your eyes so tight from the brightness until they were dimmed. König was there.

"Kumpel... Your awake" (Buddy) He walked over and sat down beside your bed, gently squeezing your hand.

"König... You came for me..." You smiled weakly, looking over at him.

"Oh scheiße, I thought you were really hurt... Or worse..." He stopped himself immediately before taking a few small deep breaths. "I'm just glad your ok..." He squeezed your hand again.

Even when you were still recovering. He helped you by bringing you soft foods, water. Even your favourite books to read to you. After the hospital discharged you, he stayed by your side. In need of snuggles, you got it !! He loves to cuddle his bestie. wrapping you in a warm blanket and swallowed you into his arms.

"Are you ok y/n ?? Is this hurting ??" He quickly asked.

"No... Your ok..." You sighed contently as you laid your head on his chest.

He smiled softly and then gently wrapped his arms around you tighter.

He would even bring his nintendo switch over and the two would end up playing Mario kart for hours and hours on end.

"Your going down König" You smirked

"Oh yeah, Watch out for this red shell" He smirked as he then tossed it. Hitting your character and soon taking your place, ending up winnnig.

"Oh man"

"No one defeats the mario kart champion" He smiled, standing up, puffing out his chest and doing a little victory dance. He can be very silly when your around.

You were his best friend, He would keep you safe and protected no matter what, and dammed to the people who ever hurts you in the future.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[ghostssweetgirl]

Injured, Pt. 1 fem! reader x Simon 'Ghost' Riley

a/n - I published this on Wattpad, so I'm putting this here. New to writing (and I chose to write smut as a newb so I'm sorry if it's no good) Find me on Wattpad by ghostssweetgirl :)

Let me know if you have any questions, requests, etc. Enjoy if you can.

Inspired by... a certain audio ;) so, iykyk...

pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley and y/n (female reader)

cw: smut. smut smut smut. size kink.

pt. 2 here

You had gotten shot, well barely, if even. Right on your left side, didn't hurt too bad as it could have been much worse, but man, it was uncomfortable enough. Ghost had been nice enough to help you to the safehouse to take care of it.

He laid you on the couch, helping you take off your gear. "We got to take off the shirt."

You huffed, embarrassed and sat up slightly to slip your shirt off, leaving you in your bloodied bra and cargo pants.

"Looks kinda nasty.. Must have reflected off a tree or somethin'," he said as he inspected the wound. "Not that bad, though, yeah? You're alive."

"Yeah..." you reply. "It's really not that bad, we can just leave it, you know.."

"Y/N, no, we have to disinfect it," he sternly spoke. "Relax."

You hissed as he inspected it further, cleaning and disinfecting the area, one hand holding pressure around it. You can't help but notice his hands are so close to your breasts. It's really cold, and the cool breeze isn't helping your case, causing your nipples to harden.

Oh fuck. I hope he doesn't notice.

(He does notice, but he doesn't say anything.)

You start to shiver as he wraps up the wound. You think to yourself, well, it really doesn't hurt THAT bad, but whatever. You slip a clean shirt on, no bra. Pretty sure your hard nipples are painfully obvious.

He sits on the couch next to you. He notices you're cold and lifts a blanket up, gesturing for you to come sit on top of him, "Come here. If you're gonna stay warm, better get up close."

You almost freeze in place. Ghost is offering you... to cuddle to keep warm? It's... well, it's for the body heat and honestly probably really means nothing, but you would like to make it mean something. You stutter... "I-I.. Um-"

"Just shut up and do what you're told for once, huh?"

You get up and shyly sit on his lap. It's almost embarrassing. How scared you are to just.. plop down and get comfortable.

"There we go," he said, almost proudly, while he lets his hands rest where your thighs crease into your hips.

"Listen, darlin', I know what it's like being the newbie around here. Especially with me and Johnny giving you a harsh time.. makes you wanna push yourself.. Prove yourself to us.. But what happened back there could have gone a lot, much worse, and fast. You need to learn, pretty quick, sharp. If you act recklessly, it puts the whole squad in danger. 141 cannot have that. We run a tight ship. Understood?"

You nod, "Yes, sir. My apologies, it won't happen again," and he pulls you into him, right under his neck and you hope to God or whatever is up there that he don't hear your heart beating out of your chest. Surely he hears how fast you're breathing, though. He really is warm, but how?

"I'm proud that you've seemed to find your place here with us, Y/N", he softly spoke with his raspy voice.

You guys shared a moment of quietness. Your small body in his lap. It made you feel so tiny, but so safe. You can't help but have intrusive thoughts... What else about him is big? Is he having any... dirty thoughts right now? You would never know...

"You know.. it amazes me. A smaller frame like yours.. having you up on my lap like this? Must make you feel a bit small, huh? Or is it more secure?" he chuckles.. "Listen, none of this gets out beyond this room, yeah? Understood?"

"It actually does make me feel secure," you look up to him, smiling. "I understand. I won't tell anyone, sir."

He lifts his balaclava above his nose.

His jaw is soooo pretty. Oh my god. Those lips...

You can't help but stare. You're caught in your thoughts... About how his jaw would feel between your legs, how his lips would feel pressed against yours... he's a beautiful man, you can't deny that. Man's got a jawline for days.

"Quit thinkin' so loud... The mask? Goes no further," he said, with eyes piercing yours. "On the field, I'm still Ghost. Nobody sees my face..."

All you guys are doing now is just staring at each other.

He breaks the silence, "But you... you have quite a set of eyes on you. And don't think that I haven't noticed..."

You blush HARD.

He grabs the nape of your neck, and kisses you. Deeply. Your eyes widen but soon close, satisfied. You stifle a whimper. He grunts as his hands travel your hips and waist.

"Your lips are... just as soft as they look," he smirked, then returned to kissing you. "And you taste heavenly.

You jump as his hand brushes past your wound, "Don't worry, don't worry..." he shushes you, "I'll steer clear of it. You have to forgive me but..." He tightly grips your ass, making it jiggle as he bounces it with his hands.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting one hand rest on his jawline, rubbing your thumb across it. You're starting to breath heavily as he's really working you up... His hands don't stop exploring your body. He can't settle on a spot until he's at your breasts, and he cups them. He groans as he squeezes them. "God, you're a beautiful woman, Y/N."

You two share a look, and he takes his knife, cuts your shirt off, revealing your breasts with hard buds as you weren't wearing a bra anymore... "You like this, yeah?", you nod eagerly as he looks up at you while he takes one into his mouth, savoring the taste of sweat and you. He is really enjoying hearing you moan for him. He groans as he goes back and forth between them, making sure they get equal attention. "Sorry about the stubble, luv... Surely you'll forgive me.." he chuckles as he kisses up your chest, to your neck... settling on that one sweet spot of your neck, leaving a hickey. "Those moans... I'm gonna need more..."

He abruptly stops. "Get up and strip down to your panties," he demanded. And you do so, because you do not want to piss off your Lieutenant. You didn't even hesitate. You wanted this baaad.

He groans as he examines your now almost bare body. You feel embarrassed and try to cover yourself, and he quickly grabs hold of your wrist. "Do not hide from me, luv." he pulls you back on his lap. You feel his hardness... and god, he's big. You knew it'd be big, but... it'll split you in HALF.

"Look at you..." he cooed, kissing down your chest, biting your tit, hands grazing your back. "Sweet little girl. You're so beautiful."

(oh my fuck)

You blush at the praise. Sweet little girl? He's going to be the death of you... You needily grind up against his lap. He tuts, "Greedy girl... I'm taking my time with you. Be patient, yeah? Good girl."

"Sir... I really want you..." you pleaded with half lidded eyes, moaning, guiding his hand to your clit, over your panties. He bucks up and moans. God, his moans.

"Mmm, that's it, guide me to where you want me, princess.."

You buck your hips, chasing the pleasure from his rough and large finger... You're moaning loud, and god, he loves those moans... He sucks your nipples again while you're pleasing yourself with his finger... and surprise, all of a sudden your underwear are ripped off... more like, cut off... and you feel his bare finger against your clit. "Already this wet for me? Sweet jesus..." he moaned as he sucked even harder on your hard nipple... You gasp as one finger enters your pussy.

"Fuckin' hell, don't need much foreplay, huh? I can already feel how tight you are. Mmm, and you're wet as hell, Y/N." He's knuckle deep in you, and mind you, it's just one finger but it feels like an actual penis inside of you. You bounce on his finger. You're making him moan and you're not even doing anything to him. His palm brushes against your clit, and you're already so close to orgasm, and you know he can tell, you're clenching around him so tightly, your moans are echoing in this empty house, you're getting sloppy... and then.... you're empty...

He lays you on your back, climbing on top of you. You can hear his heavy breaths, and you see his eyes glaring you, eating up the view of your body beneath him. You can't help but feel intimidated. "God - fuck, you're so small compared to me. Bloody hell, you're gorgeous, Y/N."

You lean up slightly, and let your hands explore his defined arms. He's still dressed, and you so badly want to see his body. Fuck, he's so hot and big.

He shakes his head, seeming to have gotten lost in his mind, and he takes his shirt off, revealing his toned body lined with scars, scars that you may or most likely not ever hear the story of, but you feel so curious. Your hands explore his abs, up to his chest. You tug at his belt, and go to take it off. Once you're at his boxers, you breathe in, so excited to actually see his cock. He helps you and takes his boxers off, letting his huge and thick cock slap up against his stomach, reaching well past his belly button.

"What's with that look?" he furrows his brows, teasing you. "Don't worry, we'll make it fit, princess."

You giggle, embarrassed. 😳 You are eating UP these pet names and praise. You never knew Ghost could be so gentle and sweet. This big guy, who is an absolute asshole to most, is praising you, almost worshipping you.

You're grabbed out of the endless thoughts arising in your mind to a harsh slap on your clit.

"Fuuuck," he groans as he's making you quiver with each love tap he's hitting on your needy cunt. "God, angel, you're going to really need to work for this cock."

He's rubbing against your wetness, lines of slick connecting each time his member is separated from your slit. You can't stop the moans escaping from your mouth.

He crawls down between your thighs, and dives into your juices.

Holy fuck, fuck, fuck. He's so good, why is he so good?

You're quick to cup your mouth with your hands to try and lessen the echos of your screams, not wanting anyone to hear.

"You taste so good, Y/N. So fucking sweet."

His stubble glides against the puffiness of your cunt, you're on the brink of orgasm until-

"OH MY GOD, GHOST-"

He stuck only his head in, catching you by major surprise.

"Shhh, shhh, I know.. I know, sweet angel.. You can take it," he comforts you, rubbing your cheek, leaning down to kiss you.

It almost hurts, but the pain is so, so good. You feel so full and he's not even halfway. "Oh, gh- ghost... You're too fucking big, holy shit."

"You're fucking tight, luv, I'm sorry... I'm going to need.. ugh.. a minute," he groans as he nestles into your neck, adjusting to how you grip around his length. If he doesn't take a moment, he'll cum long before he wants to.

Your breaths still aren't steady, mewls falling out of your mouth and he's barely even rutting against you, still just halfway in. Tears welling up in the corner of your eyes, you nod to him to keep going as he sits himself up.

He finally bottoms out. The pain was quickly reduced to pure pleasure. The most pleasure you've ever felt, you have to admit.

He hikes your legs up, putting you in a mating press, careful with your wound, and starts with a steady, but oh so deep pace, with each thrust, his tip is kissing your cervix, wet sounds spilling out. Both of your moans are echoing the room, and it's getting warm from all the hot breath.

"Goddamn, Y/N. You like this? You like my fat cock in your pussy, hm?" he grasps a handful of your hair, tilting your head to look at the way his dick slides in and out of you. "Look at that. Look at thaaaat... Mmm, that's my girl. Say my name"

That's my girl. Fuck. You go to say "Ghost" but he corrects you.

"No, no. Don't call me Ghost or fucking Lieutenant. Call me Simon. Simon. Yeahhh.." he says, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, faster.

You feel that knot in your stomach...

Your back arches as much as it can, your hands gripping each side of the couch. He's talking you through your orgasm, and it's helping.. too much.

"That's a good fucking girl"

"Yes, sweet girl, let it out, let it out my angel. You're all fucking mine"

"Cum on my cock, cum all over my fucking cock, god, if you don't stop clenching this tight around me, I'm gonna cum, I'm so fucking close"

You moan, mouth agape and looking at him, dumbfounded, cum-hazed look on your face as sticky white substance leaks out your hole, leaving an 'o' around the base of his cock. "Fuck, Simon.. Thank you, thank you.. Thank you.. Aah~ fuck, thank you.." you breathlessly plead and mewl, earning a sadistic smirk from your Lieutenant.

You lean up to kiss him, and he kisses you deeper than before, moaning into your mouth. His hand finds your clit, furiously playing with it, overstimulating you, making your legs shake... You shriek as you really can't handle it, fuck, the feeling of his cock stretching you to your limit plus the way his hand vibrates over your clit is too much.

His thrusts are getting sloppy, he's speaking sweet nothings, babbling.. you can't really understand him, but you know he's so close. You're close again too, surprisingly. Crescent moons are placed in his shoulders from your nails, making him hiss.. the pain also adding to his pleasure. You buck your hips into him to help the both of you.

"Baby, I'm so fucking close.. Sh- shit, the way you're clenched around me - fuck.. I know you have another one in there, come onnnn... cum with me sweet girl.." he coos, literally pulling that last orgasm out of you, kissing your jaw down to your neck, thrusting harder, bottoming out.

You both reach your climax simultaneously, panting and riding the high out.

Both out of breath, he carefully spins you on top of him. His cock, along with both of yous' cum, slowly falls out. You're left naked laying on top of this beast of a man.

I just had sex with my Lieutenant.

Another quiet, but comfortable moment goes by, you're enjoying laying on his chest, listening to the thud of his heartbeat. It's relaxing, really.

He grunts, and plays with your hair. "Like I said, none of this gets out beyond this room. We wouldn't hear the fucking end of it if anyone found out. Given they wouldn't do a damn thing about it because they know I'd kill them, but still."

You nod, unable to speak. Your mind is still jambled, you're still trying to fathom the pleasure you just received.

"I don't know about you, but I'd like to enjoy the rest of the night with you. We may not have another chance, so let's make the most of it, yeah? I know I won't be forgetting tonight anytime soon. And you better fucking not, either."

Your hand draws circles on his chest, as you smile, satisfied. You can't help but feel so worn out, literally. Your eyes are fluttering shut, sleepiness taking over you.

"Get some rest, I'll take first watch. That's an order."

You fall asleep in his strong, but comforting arms.

[wantonlywindswept]

ficbit: captive prime (another thing someone else should write)

so anyway how bout a good dad jango fett who refused to be the prime clone template but was not actually given the choice to say no

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The plan was perfect.

The plan was great, because Fox and Cody were geniuses, and it was coming along beautifully right up until Prime refused to fucking leave.

"I can't go," Prime said. "I'd be leaving you here."

"Yes, that is the point," Fox hissed. He grabbed the bottom of Prime's shirt, yanking forcefully toward the open cell door where Cody was waiting.

The bastard didn't even budge. 

"We've looped the security footage," Cody reassured their progenitor, who was apparently a moron, "And we have our batchmates covering for us. There's only an eighty-seven percent chance that we'll get caught after you leave, and we're at the top of our classes, so we'd probably only get reconditioned anyway."

"And that number's getting higher the longer you stay here," Fox snapped. He shifted his grip, his fingers not even making a full circle around Prime's wrist as he tried tugging him forward again. "Come on--"

Prime twisted his hand, slipping out of Fox's grasp, and Fox was going to bite him, but then a large hand rested at the back of his neck and he froze.

He stared, blankly, as Prime knelt down next to him. Warmth radiated from that single source of contact, the weight a comfort: grounding, like if every one of his batchmates' blankets had been piled on him at once. He couldn't help but sway into the touch, meeting Prime's tired brown eyes a little dazedly.

"I won't leave children alone here to die."

"We're already dying, sir," Cody said quietly, walking over to slip his hand into Fox's. "You being here doesn't stop that. But if we get you out--they would eventually have to stop making more of us. We wouldn't have to see more brothers lost."

Prime bowed his head.

"I was the source of your creation," he rasped, "And it is one so terrible that you would rather not even exist at all."

Fox and Cody exchanged a glance, and Fox reluctantly allowed his brother to pull him away from Prime, out from under his warm hand and back into the reality they lived in. 

"Boba's already on the ship," he said, because he was clever, because he knew how to manipulate people into behaving. "He's waiting for you."

Boba was the first of them, unaltered and pure and made to be loved, given to Prime as both distraction and threat: the consequences clear should he ever try to leave his cage. 

Prime inhaled a sharp breath.

"We'll cover your escape, but you have to go now," Cody said softly. "Please."

Prime let out an anguished sound, and Fox knew they had won.

They snuck him out past the patrols and looped cameras, getting him to the landing pads where a long-disused Firespray waited to take off. They were just a few steps from the loading ramp when Prime came to a halt, turning back towards them, and Fox would have screamed if he wasn't so terrified of getting caught.

"Will you just go already--"

His words cut off when strong arms wrapped tight around him, pulling him and Cody into a warm embrace. 

"I'll come back," Prime swore, pressing his forehead to each of theirs in turn. "I will come back for you. Wait for me. Survive."

"We will," Cody promised, because he, just like Fox, knew how to trick people with lies.

[captainnameless]

Okay. Since you just said you had a soft spot for napping drivers. I am going to give it to you! Also, I love reading your fics! You always do you absolute best with the given prompt! I know I've made it difficult with some of mine because my wording was always kinda funny. But, here is my next request!

Who sleeps where (like, can they sleep in several different places)? Do they need like a paci or a special thing (blanket or stuffie)? Do they cuddle other Littles, or do they cuddle with their caretaker? Can they sleep anywhere?

Max and Mick are probably the “easiest” nappers. like,

Max can sleep most places, as long as he’s able to rest his head somewhere. he doesn’t need for it to be dead silent, in fact he sorta prefers some sort of soft background noise. i like the idea that Daniel puts on soft little white noise for Max to map too, or an audio of rain falling. Max loves the sound of rain. Max sucks his thumb 99% of the time he’s falling asleep, and Leo’s a must too. Max can nap without Leo if Daniel is there for cuddles instead but they try to always have him with them.

Mick much like Max is a good napper, will barely ever refuse to nap. might only put up a little bit of a fight if he has to leave an outdoor activity to go have a nap, but overall doesn’t make a fuss. can sleep through most noise. Mini-Angie is a must, Mick cannot and does not sleep without her. Mick likes self soothing with his fingers, whether that be sucking them or playing with Sebastian’s hair or twisting them in material like clothes or whatever. always helps put him down.

Charles is a bit of a fussier sleeper, depends on his mood on how easy he’s going to go down. also most definitely more particular on where he can fall asleep. Charles does need it quiet, as least while he’s falling asleep. once he’s asleep, he’s out. deffo a heavy sleeper and Sebastian needs to plan at least a 30 minute window post nap to a) be able to wake him up and b) get him our of a zombie like state. Charles sleeps best with weighted blankets or just cuddled tightly with a Seb/Carlos etc. he likes feeling secure <3

George is like, i don’t know really. he’s a bit of a rule follower our George so i don’t think he’d be fussy going down, but i feel like he’d be a short napper. like 30-45 minutes and then he’s done. needs a bit of a cuddle to wake up but he flicks on quite easily. when he’s sick though, that’s a different story. he like sleeps all day and preferably on top of/cuddled into Lewis. Sir definitely gets the puppy dog eyes if he tries to put George down.

then Lando. oh my baby brat. Lando’s the worst napper and the best napper by far. listen, buddy doesn’t want to nap. buddy’s never tired and never needs to go lie down except, except when they have a meeting in 10 minutes and Lando’s out, snoring and curled up in some god forsaken position that would have Jon plucking his hair out, except when FP2 is less than 40 minutes away and suddenly he’s fast asleep splayed out over two pushed together chairs. Lando can sleep anywhere and everywhere, he doesn’t even need a comfort item. but he likes sucking his thumb, he likes when Carlos/Daniel holds him close, he doesn’t always admit to it but he’s a big cuddler.