#and it is. his “wanting more” is wanting more moments of hearing his wife's heartbeat to fall asleep. more moments of watching his son get

[dootznbootz]

Telegony? More like the Tele-GONE-y! HAHAahhahahh BE GONE! hahahahah

*gets booed off the stage*

[chuluoyi]

✎ throughout heaven and earth

- gojo satoru x reader

a sudden mission. a curse beyond your grade. all hell breaks loose when gojo realizes that there are hidden machinations behind the incident that befalls you

genre: feral!gojo, injured!reader, hurt/comfort, exponential fluff !

note: we need a gojo who will go ballistic against the higher-ups for dragging you in their mess :) refer to this for the reader's CT, and this loosely takes place after the events in heaven's fury, and the epilogue is based on this very brilliant idea :))

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

Something isn’t right.

You should’ve known it was strange when they assigned you with a sudden mission with little to no briefing. You should’ve gone through with your gut feeling and informed Satoru about it.

Because if you did... now you wouldn’t be running for your life like this, frantically dodging the hacks and slashes of this chainsaw-like cursed spirit that was evidently not a Grade 2 as what you were told.

“Ah!” you yelped as the sharp ends of its body struck your shoulder, leaving you bleeding openly. This was no small wound—it was deep enough to make you stagger.

You had to do something about this because merely avoiding wouldn’t save your life. You had to come back in one piece. You have to— for your baby and Satoru.

What if I can’t? The sheer thought made you tremble. Your baby boy was still so little and he needed you more than anyone, and Satoru...

God, you couldn’t bear to leave him alone. Not again. He couldn't handle losing someone again, not after all he had already lost.

You gripped your whip—your cursed weapon—tightly amidst your bleeding hand. You had barely enough cursed energy for a domain expansion that guaranteed a sure-hit effect. You have one shot. This was all or nothing.

But you weren’t sure if it would work, because you were on the verge of exhaustion, and this was a special grade curse. Your domain expansion was definitely not as refined as the Satoru’s, and this monster was an enemy of his class.

“Satoru...” your voice came out in a sob. You were terribly scared, and honestly you were entitled to. You weren’t even sure you would survive this at all, and all you could think now was your husband’s silly grin and how much you loved him.

And right afterwards, you saw the cursed spirit lunging at you, and with everything left that you had, you screamed—

“Domain Expansion: Transcendent Veil!”

“Gojo-sensei, p-please come back... Nee-san is...!”

Satoru was in Kyoto when he received that call from Megumi— and that moment shattered his world as he knew it.

“Megumi, what is it?”

“She w-was sent on a mission... but then it's a special grade— a-and... she... she e-exorcised it b-but—!”

He teleported without second thought to Tokyo. His mind was blank, the only sound he could hear was his own violent heartbeats, and his fists were clenched so tightly.

“The cursed spirit got her too… It made a cut on her neck.”

His most precious wife... the one person he must protect at all cost, was now possibly—

“Megumi.” He saw him sitting on the hallway of the headquarters’ hospital the with his son on his lap—you had asked him to look after your baby—and the boy looked up to him.

“Gojo-sensei...” Megumi appeared shaken, and seeing that, Satoru immediately took his child from his hands, pulling the little kid into his embrace.

“Go back home, I’ll stay here.”

In all his life, Megumi had never seen Gojo Satoru as calm as he was now. He looked fearsome, as if he was in the battlefield.

“Ichiji.” Satoru turned to the other man rigidly standing next to Megumi, causing him to stiffen up even more. He didn’t say anything further as he pat his little son’s back, and yet Ichiji knew all the same what he wanted from him.

“It’s from… the higher ups, Gojo-san.” Ichiji gulped as he said it. “Y/N-san was suddenly called in yesterday night, and she was told it was an urgent mission.”

“Who called her?”

“It was…”

When Ichiji told him the name, suddenly Satoru barked a snort, and his lips curled into a manic grin. It was a menacing sight for both Ichiji and Megumi, as he looked almost unhinged if not for his secure grip on his son.

But contrary to what they were thinking, what filled Satoru at that moment was pure, unadulterated fury. A righteous sense of being crossed—because, how fucking dare they?

Those higher ups first pressed him to execute Yuji, and when he paid them no mind… now they staged this atrocity against you, most definitely to serve as a warning to him.

“Ichiji, tell them that I’ll pay a visit tomorrow. And drive Megumi home tonight.”

He would make his point loud and clear. He would show them how wrong it was to ever test him. But…

The plan barely satisfied him. They hurt you. His heart finally lurched as he processed the fact… when he heard his baby’s soft whimper against his shoulder.

. . .

You sustained serious injuries, but finally, you were out of critical condition.

When Satoru was allowed to see you, you were still connected to many monitors and breathing machine. He brought your baby too inside, and upon clearly seeing both of them, suddenly your eyes welled up with tears.

“Hey…” his hand gripped yours reassuringly. You sniffled when the strain of your broken ribs made you almost cry out in pain, and Satoru immediately calmed you down.

“Sweets— hey, don’t cry, yeah? You did good.” He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “You did freaking good. You’re okay now. You’re going to recover, yeah?”

You gave him a tearful little nod, feeling so grateful that you could see him again. And unbeknownst to you, seeing you like this broke his heart too.

“Mwa...” your baby, cradled in your husband’s arms, suddenly stretched his tiny hands towards you, and Satoru handed him over for you to hold.

With the little strength you possessed, you reached out to stroke his soft cheeks. Your son... the thought of how close you came to death brought another tear rolling down your cheek.

All sort of thoughts went through Satoru’s head at the sight. His wife, the mother of his son, who is proud of him for everything he does—

—and their sorry asses dared to hurt you.

Suddenly all he saw was red.

And he swore he would make it right to you. Soon.

“Ah, Satoru-kun… to what I owe the pleasure?”

“…I’ve heard that it was you who assigned that special grade mission to my wife, correct?”

“Oh, that. First of all, I must apologize for my... oversight. We were misinformed... Our scouts made a mistake while filling the files.”

Satoru was trying not to lose his composure first thing after coming here. Really.

But the knowing tone of the elderly Jujutsu Commander only fueled his rage, growing stronger the longer he stood behind this stupid paper divider.

“So it’s a mistake, huh?” he repeated in a satire manner. “Then do you know that my wife has just gotten out of her maternity leave this week?”

The man behind the divider chuckled quietly. “Satoru-kun… I know the sentiment. Of course you’ll be worried, and it did end in a rather… unfortunate incident. However, jujutsu sorcerers are bound to their duty, and your wife cannot rely too heavily on her status as a member of the Gojo clan to be excluded from—”

Fuck it. He had no patience any longer.

“Seems like I need to be a lot rougher, after all.”

Suddenly the room crackled with electricity and the Jujutsu Commander gasped at the sense of foreboding he felt. “Gojo, you can’t—!”

“Heh, but I can.” He let out the most satisfied laugh before opening his palm and chanting in a lower voice: “Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”

In a matter of seconds, the audience chamber of jujutsu headquarters turned into a pile of destruction. The commander barely made it out the deadly vacuum vortex with a shriek.

“Ah! N-no! Get a-away from me!” Satoru stared down at him coldly through his unobstructed heavenly eyes, as he pitifully tried to crawl away. He took one step towards him, stomped on his hand ruthlessly—causing the man to scream, before he got down to his level.

“N-no! Please, s-spare me...!”

“This is my first and last warning to you.” It was beyond terrifying, to see those six eyes in this close proximity. But even more dreadful was the tight chokehold on his throat—

“If you ever try to pull this idiotic stunt again on my wife, know that I can and I will snap your neck.” Satoru’s face split into a sinister grin as he tapped the man’s nape, before he crushed the bones of his hand with a crack and made him howl. “Remember that, yeah?”

. . . that day, none in jujutsu headquarters dared to spread any word about Gojo Satoru’s outrageous conduct, even when it was an attack against their own highest ranking leader.

“Satoru, you don’t have to, really—”

“Nuh, uh! I’ve promised you I’ll nurse you back to health!”

Unaware of anything and everything, you thought that your loving husband was a silly jester trying to make you feel better. On the fifth day of your stay in hospital, you were well enough to eat solid food, and Satoru insisted on spoon feeding you the fruits he cut himself.

“Good girl,” he praised with a wholly playful smile as you chewed on the watermelon. You looked at him with a mock frown, pursing your lips.

“You’re making me look like a kid.”

“You are, in fact, my second kid, so I have all rights to baby you.”

You let out a giggle, but then suddenly your throat felt like it was closing in and you coughed. Instinctively, you reached for your neck— your fingers tracing the scar there.

You still could remember the sense of paralyzing fear you felt as soon as your neck was cut. The heavy bleeding that followed, the way the world blacking out around you…

“Sweets…?” Satoru put down the plate and got a grip on your trembling figure. He gently pushed your chin up to meet his eyes. “Hey, look at me. Look at me, hmm?”

Your frantic eyes locked onto his, and your rapid breathing steadied. Your clammy hand reached out to touch his face... before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around him.

“Sweetheart…” Satoru hugged you back in return, sighing against the nape on your neck, as he planted a soft kiss there.

You tried your best not to cry but it was hard not to while remembering everything.

“I-I was so scared…”

“Mhm.”

“I-I kept thinking… w-what if I c-can’t see you… or baby again…? I… I s-still want to do a lot of… things… w-with you…”

The way you shook in his arms like a fragile leaf made something inside him burn. He was supposed to provide you with security, give you a life far removed from curses—

Having left that warning against the higher-ups wasn’t enough, he should’ve made him beg for his life more—

“Listen to me,” Satoru said as he broke the hug, the deep frown in his grave expression made you almost sob. He gently wiped your overflowing tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“Stop thinking that. You’re alright. You’re going to get better. You and me—we are going to raise our son together.”

You took in each of his words fully, even as your lips quivered.

“And mark my words…” Right in this moment, you thought that your husband was most dashing as he gave you his promises—as his blue eyes glimmered under the light. “They won’t ever lay their hands on you ever again. Not while I’m here. Not ever. I already made sure of that.”

You were curious about what he did, but you chose not to press further when Satoru leaned in suddenly and brushed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, melting your heart into mush.

When he pulled away, it was his usual teasing grin on his handsome face. “Now, I only have one duty left— that is to get my cute wife back on her feet. So, be a good little wifey and have lots of fruits and sleep, okay?”

You giggled freely this time, feeling tremendously safe and loved, and instead of answering, you chose to peck his lips instead— hoping that he’d know that you trusted him with your whole life.

. . .

“By the way… Satoru, where’s our baby?” you missed your pumpkin, and while being with your funny husband lifted your spirits, you wanted to cuddle him too.

He chuckled in response. “Ah! Since Megumi is on an assignment, I left him with Ichiji earlier! Don’t worry, I’ll come pick him up soon, ‘kay?”

Epilogue

“I’m going out for a bit, and if you ever make him upset or cry… I can and I will sense it! So Ichiji—do your best!”

“Bwa…”

“Eeek!”

Ichiji stared at Baby Gojo with literal sweat on his forehead, as the little being curiously looked up at him.

By all means, this baby was adorable. Even more so when his father dressed him in a shark onesie. It was a peculiar choice—just like any of Gojo’s choices were—but it sure made the baby look even more endearing.

But the thing is… he didn’t feel secure enough to hold him! Especially when he didn’t know if Gojo’s claim of telepathic connection with his son was true or not!

Amidst his thoughts, suddenly Ichiji felt a soft touch on his arm and immediately turned to find the little munchkin putting his little hand on him and staring at him with such pureness unbefitting of Gojo Satoru’s son.

How can this baby be a stark contrast to his father? Ichiji was almost tempted to snuggle him, but he knew better.

“O-oh… d-don’t touch me…”

And as he retracted his hand back, the baby suddenly widened his eyes, feeling betrayed apparently, as his little lips wobbled and face scrunched up, so ready to burst into tears—

“Hic…”

“—!! Nooo! Don’t cry! Your father will fry me! Eeek!!”

[lavenderspence]

Bump Relief - S.R.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Content warning: fluff, pregnant reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: Making you comfortable while you're pregnant is his number one priority, so he decides to give JJ's little trick a try

Request: maybe Spencer hearing from JJ or reading somewhere that holding the baby bump relieves the mother and decides to try it on his girlfriend/wife? 

A/N: So a few days ago, I asked for short requests because I was dying to write something short. I sat down to write, and it got a little longer than I anticipated(I have no excuse). It's a known fact I can't write anything short, so I don't know why I try. I was going to post this tomorrow, but I really needed the serotonin I get from posting a fic, so enjoy! 

Requests are open for both Spencer & Hotch🫶

Spencer was twirling a pen between his fingers, deep in thought. All of his thoughts were about you because of course they were. 

He thought about you while he fell in love, proposed, and watched you walk down the aisle towards him. You occupied every waking moment when he wasn’t focused on his work, friends and mother, or hobbies. You were a constant in his life, and have been for years. 

But he’d been thinking about you a lot more in the last 6 months, and especially the last few days. About you, and the little angel.

At 34 weeks pregnant, you were glowing from the inside, just as beautiful as you’d been in your wedding dress. Or that’s what Spencer saw when he looked at you. 

But along with all the beauty of growing your little one came the few negatives, some of which he couldn’t help but notice too. How you hadn’t been wearing your wedding rings since the start of your third trimester. 

Or the light sheen of sweat on your brow just going up the stairs to your apartment. Or even the discomfort at the small of your back from carrying all the weight around. The small winces he heard coming from you, along with the scrunch in your eyes and nose. 

He wanted to take a part of your discomfort and bear it as his own. He’d watched you grow this little bean inside you for months, fight the morning sickness, and the only thing he’d been able to do was hold your hair and rub your back, watching as you suffered through it. 

Or the changes in your body, your clothes not fitting, or sometimes feeling like an outsider in your own skin. He’d been able to offer reassuring words, and kisses laid across your whole body, any point that sparked an insecurity in you - worshiped. 

He’d wake up in the middle of the night to satisfy your weird food cravings, or even the desire to have him as a snack. 

He’d been to every appointment with you - held your hand, wiped your tears, or kissed the crown of your head. You’d heard the heartbeat together, where he’d spoken in your ear, thankful to you for giving him the greatest gift of all to come in a few short months - being a dad. Something he’d wished for, for years, sometimes even thinking he’d never get to experience it. 

But that’s as far as he could help you and god, he wished he could do more. 

He didn’t hear JJ approaching and wasn’t even paying attention when she called his name out softly. And then again, and again. 

Snapping her fingers in front of his face worked like a charm though. 

“Yes?” He asked, after a light shake of his head to clear his thoughts. 

“Where’d you go Spence?” She leaned against his desk, giving his shoulder a small squeeze in support, “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s good,” He didn’t look or sound convincing, and watching JJ’s brow arch in question, he sighed, “Well, okay, not everything.” 

“What’s going on? Are Y/N and the baby okay?” She asked a frantic worry in her voice.

“They’re good and healthy,” Spencer confirmed, watching her let a sigh of her own. He decided then and there to seek her advice. She was his friend, and seeing as she’d been a mom twice now, she knew exactly what you were going through. 

“She’s been feeling uncomfortable, carrying the weight of the little bean around,” He smiled, simply mentioning his child softened everything within him, “And I see her trying not to show it that much, but it’s clearly exhausting her even more, and I wish there was something I could do to help, you know?” He sounded so small at that moment, rubbing his wedding band, feeling like he was failing you somehow. 

He knew that wasn’t possible, you told him daily how proud you were of him and everything he did and has done for you, but even now, he couldn’t help but worry sometimes. 

“Well, there’s this one thing that worked wonders for me when I was pregnant with Henry, and Michael too.” She started before she shared her little secret.

You breathed in deep, moving around yet again, and then exhaled a long breath. 

Your couch was one of the most comfortable things in the apartment - at least it had been before you’d started popping. Now it felt more like the most uncomfortable piece of furniture ever, but you knew that was just your inability to get comfortable - well, anywhere really. 

It was a struggle finding a way to feel good, but not like your baby was sitting on your bladder, or putting more pressure on your back than needed. You had roughly 6 more weeks to go, but you already felt about ready to pop. 

Your bean was grown in size - with a tall daddy like your husband, you weren’t even that surprised. You somehow knew that they’d take even more than his height - you hoped they’d inherit his best characteristics too. His love for learning, his calmness, and most of all his heart. Maybe his hair too - you loved his hair. And his smile. God you simply loved him.

You couldn’t wait for him to get home - the only time you felt like your whole body could relax was whenever he was with you, one hand or both thrown over your bump in a protective manner, talking to you and your baby quietly. 

You tried a few more times to get comfortable, a few different positions - leaning on your left, your right, or even with your back straight, and nothing worked.  

Another deep exhale left you and you simply gave up - lying on your back and praying for no uncomfortable sensations for at least a few minutes. 

Just as you felt your eyes droop - you wanted a few minutes to simply breathe - you felt a little kick to your left. It didn’t hurt, luckily for you, your little one seemed to be a pretty calm, small bundle so it wasn’t often any cry for attention left you rattled.

You did let out a little chuckle, rubbing the spot. As you rubbed at your stomach, small kick after small kick under your hand, you heard a key being inserted into the lock - the door opening and closing, keys rattling on the key hanger next to the door. 

“Sweetheart? Where are my girls?” He asked, as you heard the familiar sounds of him hanging his jacket and satchel, and taking off his shoes. You’d decided the gender would be a surprise, but Spencer insisted that it was a girl - you had a feeling he wanted to be a girl dad. 

You raised a hand, waving in the direction of the door, not wishing to move now, “We’re here, love.”

You didn’t attempt to push yourself up, you just stayed where you were, rubbing your belly and waiting for your husband to make his way over. 

Sure enough, just a few seconds later he was kneeling next to the couch close to your head, moving pieces of hair away from your face.

“Hi.” He whispered before he leaned down and laid a series of small kisses all over your face - one on each cheek, one on your forehead and nose, finishing with a gentle press of his lips against yours. It still made a small shiver run through you, just like it always did.

“Hi.” You returned when he pulled away, watching him as he leaned towards your belly then, kissing just next to where your hands were still sitting. A kick followed his kiss like your baby knew it was his daddy having returned from work. 

“Hi, little love.” It was his little nickname for them, and you loved it. You ran a hand through his hair then, soft and thick to the touch. 

With his hand sitting next to yours, wedding band gleaming in the light, he pulled you into another small kiss. His face was inches away from yours. 

“Can you stand up for a second, love?” He was whispering, content in keeping you three in a small bubble of touch and soft words. 

“Why?” It sounded like a whine, but in your defense, everything felt more comfortable than before now that he was there. 

His eyes softened then, understanding written all over his face, and a small smile on his slightly chapped lips too. 

“Just want to try something JJ suggested. Please? It’s going to feel good, I promise.” He kissed your brown in reassurance, and promise. 

You sighed again, allowing him to pull you up. 

“If I hate this, you have to go get me those super sour lemon candies from the candy store on the other side of town, okay?” You bargained with him. You’ve been craving those since last night, but he’d been going out on a limp for your every whim and you wanted to cool it for a day or two and allow him some time to breathe. 

He smiled softly, hand on your lower back, moving up and down. 

“Okay, sour lemon candy it is.”

“What are we doing again?” 

“Okay, I’m going to settle behind you, and I want you to lean your upper body against me, lay your head on my shoulder,” He instructed, moving behind you, hands on your hips just like he’d told you to do. His scent filled your nostrils, and you moved your head to the side to nuzzle his neck. He kissed your head, “Okay, now relax, and let me do all the work, yeah?” Again, soft, in a whisper. 

“What work -” You started before you felt his hands settle underneath your bump, holding onto it, and allowing the weight to fall on his hands instead of falling on you. You felt light like you were no longer carrying your little bean, but instead, it was safely nestled into his father’s arms. A half sigh-half moan left you, so relieved,  thankful in that moment, to JJ and to your husband. 

“Good?” He asked. Tears gathered in your eyes, so overwhelmed by the reprieve. You nodded, just a tiny bit choked up at that moment. 

“So, so good. Thank you.” You said, one hand moving to cup gently around his, face once again burying into his neck. You couldn’t believe the universe had granted you this man to be by your side for years to come. This dedicated, adorable, kindhearted man, and all his care. 

He rubbed his thumb against your bump, feeling your little girl kick against him, and he kissed your hair, holding you both, doing his very best to help in any way he could. Just like he always would. 

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[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Dad!Lee Minho x F!Reader TW : pregnant reader ; one child ; just fluff ; the fluffiest fluff ; Word Count : 2.3k Request : Anonny : Can we have more dad lee know 🥹 after the newest skz family ep dad lee know has taken over me A/N : Gonna make this in headcanon mode so that I can give multiple examples, I can't focus on just one. The Minho brainrot has gotten to me!

Dad Lee Know who announced your pregnancy through bubble and took an hour and half a bag of kitty treats just to line Soonie, Doongie, and Dori up around your positive pregnancy test. The only caption was “I’ve been promoted from cat dad to real dad.” 

Dad Lee Know who keeps the pregnancy tracker app on his phone because he wants you to have enough storage on your phone to take constant pictures of belly updates. He sends you a text every time a week passes letting you know what the baby is the size of. Your favorite text was probably the random “BASEBALL!!!” text, it took you a good five minutes to understand what it meant since he didn’t elaborate. 

Dad Lee Know who comes home from work every day and gives your belly kisses, telling his little baseball sized baby that he missed them dearly. He says it’s so that they get used to hearing it already and they’ll know what it means when they come out. 

Dad Lee Know who plans his entire schedule around your doctors appointments, making sure that he’s able to make it to each and every one of them. He and Chan almost got into a fight because Chan accidentally said the wrong date for practice. He even wrote the appointment dates on the staff calendar so they knew not to schedule anything for those days. 

Dad Lee Know who had playfully made a bet with the guys about the gender of his child. He said he had thought it was, and he had wanted a boy, but when it was revealed that he was having a daughter he had cried tears of joy and excitedly wrote in the group chat that he’d give the guys the money he owed them for the bet after he took you out to eat. 

Dad Lee Know who started decorating the nursery for his daughter the day after the appointment, declaring that the nursery would be fit for a princess… And then proudly stating that his daughter is a princess already. She was going to be spoiled beyond belief. 

Dad Lee Know who had bought a heart doppler just so that he could lay in bed at night beside you with his headphones on listening to the sound of his daughter's rapid heartbeat. (He had also googled on the first night if it was normal for a baby's heartbeat to be almost 170bpm in the womb… It is normal.) 

Dad Lee Know who took paternity leave 3 weeks before your due date because he had read that by that time the baby could come at any point and he didn’t want to take any chances of missing the moment. 

Dad Lee Know who put on a strong face when your water broke while you both were out shopping for more baby clothes. On the inside he was freaking out, but he was staying calm for you. 

Dad Lee Know who held your hand on the ride to the hospital, tears already pricking his eyes knowing that his baby girl would soon enter this world and he’d be able to hold her. 

Dad Lee Know who freaked out a little bit (a lot) when he saw his daughter's head crowning, he was about to faint, so he opted to stay up close to your head through the rest of the delivery because he wanted to be conscious when she fully came out. 

Dad Lee Know who told you that you were doing amazing and how proud he was of you even though you were being so mean during the delivery. He understood though, it looked like it hurted a lot. He was so proud to call you his wife. 

Dad Lee Know who’s hand was shaking as he cut the umbilical cord, his breath was held, but that was the moment that he truly felt like a dad, like a father. He finally let the breath out when the cord was cut. 

Dad Lee Know who cried harder than you when he heard his daughter’s first cries. 

Dad Lee Know who begged you to let him hold her first, and you were honestly so tired that you didn’t even have the energy to say no. 

Dad Lee Know who almost filled up his phone storage completely on his daughter's first day on earth because he couldn’t stop taking pictures of her. She was so beautiful, he had hearts in his eyes the moment he laid them on her. She was precious to him and he let the world know it. 

Dad Lee Know who sent a picture of her to the group chat with the caption “I made this! So did Y/N, but look at her! Look what we made!” In that moment he had created a team of uncles that would promise to protect her just as much as Minho would. 

Dad Lee Know who woke up every night with his daughter because he didn’t want to miss a moment with her. He also knew that you needed your sleep, you had done all of the hard work, the least he could do is let you get some rest. 

Dad Lee Know who introduced his daughter to his cats as their new sister. “She’s not old enough to play yet, so be nice. You can look, but don’t touch. Okay?” It seemed like they understood him though, they would sit around her swing and stare at her, almost like they were guarding her or watching out for her, and they would only move away when you or Minho picked her up. 

Dad Lee Know who would get slightly sad when you would breastfeed his daughter because it was one of the things he couldn’t do. He surprised you with a breast pump because he wanted her to know he could give the milk too, just… In bottle form. 

Dad Lee Know who immediately felt guilty about the breast pump because it looked painful and he didn’t want you to be sore. The only time you did it now was when you knew you were going out and you wanted to have the milk ready. 

Dad Lee Know who almost threw up the first time he changed her diaper. After he was done it looked like he had lost about 20 years which was hysterical to you. All of the guys heard about it and they clowned him for it for a good bit. 

Dad Lee Know who cried his eyes out the night before his paternity leave was over. He didn’t want to go back to work, he didn’t want to spend a single moment away from you or his daughter, the thought that he might miss something was devastating to him. 

Dad Lee Know who had attempted to sneak his daughter to work with him in the baby wrap carrier, and then crying even more when you caught him and told him he couldn’t, at least not until she was a couple months older. 

Dad Lee Know who refused to believe that his daughter was already five months old when the day came around. He was a softie and he didn’t like to think that his baby girl was growing already, he wanted her to stay little forever. 

Dad Lee Knowwho brought home a “Baby’s First Christmas” ornament when he came home from work and then proceeded to cry his eyes out because “where did the time go? Tell her to stop growing.” 

Dad Lee Know who went all out for her first birthday party which he wanted to be princess themed because, alas, she was his princess. He took pictures and videos all day, and then that night when she was fast asleep, he laid in bed beside you, choked up and sniffling as he told you that he felt like he was missing too much of her life because of his job. 

Dad Lee Know who had been the one to see her take her first steps and jokingly flaunted that you had missed it… But then quickly apologized when he saw that it upset you and pulled out his phone because he had managed to record it. The group chat also got the video, they were constantly in the loop about everything that she did. 

Dad Lee Know who demanded that you and his daughter be allowed to go on tour with him and the guys, and then giving management the ultimatum that it was the three of you, or none of you at all. That was his daughter's first plane trip. 

Dad Lee Know who death stared at anyone that even looked slightly annoyed when your daughter got a little cranky on the plane. He kept her on his lap the whole time and bounced her and sang to her so that you’d have a comfortable flight. 

Dad Lee Know who talked only about you and his daughter when he had the chance to during concerts. If fans had a problem with it, he didn’t really care. You and his baby were the most important things in his life right now, and you always would be. If the fans didn’t like hearing about it, they could leave. 

Dad Lee Know who personally wrote a song about you and his daughter, and with the help of Chan, Changbin, and Jisung, he was able to have it finished just in time for your anniversary. 

Dad Lee Know who woke up every morning to make breakfast for his daughter and pack her lunch when she was old enough to go to school. 

Dad Lee Know who was the only father crying in a sea of mothers (including you) when it was her first day of kindergarten. He didn’t want to let go of her hand, and you had to practically pry his fingers off. 

Dad Lee Know who took an entire day off work that day just so he could cuddle up with you and cry to you about how empty and quiet the house felt without her there. 

Dad Lee Know who was the first parent up at the school every single day, waiting a whole hour out on the bench in front of her classroom door with a snack and a brand new stuffed animal. That’s how her stuffed animal collection began. 

Dad Lee Know who would sit on the floor next to his daughter's bed and read her bedtime stories, acting out parts of the stories with her stuffed animals because he knew it made her smile. 

Dad Lee Know who fell asleep one night in the middle of reading the bedtime stories, his head resting on the edge of his daughters mattress, and when he woke up she was sitting on his lap and sleeping as well. He didn’t move that night and he didn’t mind the backache that came along with sleeping that way either. 

Dad Lee Know who was the loudest person in the crowd when his daughter walked across the stage for her little award for perfect grades. “THAT'S MY BABY! YES! DADDY IS SO PROUD OF YOU PRINCESS!” 

Dad Lee Know who stayed up all night to help his 6th grade daughter with her science fair project, even after she headed off to bed, he continued to work on it just to make sure she got first place. 

Dad Lee Know who about lost his shit when she got second place, you and his daughter had to usher him out of the gymnasium where everything was set up so that he wouldn’t embarrass her. 

Dad Lee Know who took you and his daughter out to dinner after the science fair mishap and told his daughter that “it doesn't matter whether you got second place or first place, you’ll always be number one to me. You’re the smartest girl I know and I’m so proud of you.” 

Dad Lee Know who would help his daughter with her homework every night, even if he spent all day practicing or recording, he was never too tired to help her. 

Dad Lee Know who would still tuck his daughter in at night and make sure her closet was shut and her night light was on when she would fall asleep no matter how old she got. 

Dad Lee Know who got choked up when his daughter graduated high school, his voice cracking when she walked across the stage and hiding his face in your shoulder so that no one would see him crying. 

Dad Lee Knowwho you had to give a speech to when his daughter said that she wanted to bring her boyfriend over to meet you and Minho. “Don’t look at him like you want to kill him, Minho.” “But what if I want to kill him? He’s trying to take my baby girl away.” “Baby, she’s 19…” “Blah blah blah I don’t want to hear it! She’s a baby!” 

Dad Lee Know who threw a massive party when his daughter got accepted into SNU. He tried to uninvite his daughter’s boyfriend, but she insisted that he come or she wouldn’t show up. 

Dad Lee Know who taught his daughter to drive. He was terrified, and she almost crashed into the curb, but he told her she was doing a great job regardless so that he didn’t break her spirits. 

Dad Lee Know who would do anything for his daughter, she is his entire life, his whole world. He loved her with his entire heart. He’s the best father in the universe, he would lay down his life for her, he would give up everything for her. She’s the greatest thing to ever happen to him, and watching her grow has been bittersweet, sad but rewarding. He wanted nothing but the best for her, and he’d make sure that no matter how old he got, or how old she got, he’d always be there for her. 

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[harrysfolklore]

husband and wife - harry blurb

those harry pics gave me major new husband!harry vibes so here we are, hope you enjoy !

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

//

The Caribbean sun, the man you loved and your friends. There was definitely no better way to start the year.

In good old fashion, you decided to travel down to Anguilla for New Years, just like you did back in 2019 and it ended up being one of your best trips ever.

You were soaking up some sun, laying comfortable on a beach chair and occasionally sipping on the fruity drink Harry provided for you earlier, totally blissful as you enjoyed the moment.

That was until a muscular body that you knew too well blocked the sun for you.

“Enjoying yourself, gorgeous?” Harry asked, in his shirtless glory and wearing just some black swimming trucks.

“I was a few seconds ago,” you teased, “You know, before someone interrupted me.”

“Heyyyyy,” he used his topical fake hurt voice, “That’s not a nice way to talk to your husband.”

You smiled at this, feeling butterflies on your stomach as he called himself your husband.

It happened after the end of the tour and before his infamous haircut. Your weeding took place on your Italy villa and all your close friends and family were there to celebrate your love. It was a beautiful and intimate ceremony that everyone always would hold close to their hearts.

The public and fans still had no idea about it and you loved how much you were enjoying your marriage with that kind of privacy.

“That’s right, you’re my husband now,” you said as Harry squeezed himself next to you on the beach chair, “I can’t bully you like I used to.”

“Mr and Mrs Styles, come join us!” Jeff’s voice interrupted was Harry was about to reply and made you turn your heads his way, noticing that your friends were gathering around to watch the sunset.

“I think we’re good mate,” Harry replied sassily, “Don’t feel like sharing my wife right now.”

Your friends laughed at this, yelling some stuff like “you’re whipped!” and “she must be sick of you.

“You’re mean to them.” You joked, closing your eyes and leaning into him, feeling his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“They deserve it, they haven’t let me be alone with you all day,” he shrugged, making you roll your eyes and look up at him, holding his jaw and rubbing the stubbled skin of his chin, “Besides, an I mean for wanting to love on my wife?”

“You’re not,” you said, grazing his bottom lip with a smile on your face, “You drive your wife absolute mad.”

Harry smirked, throwing his head back at your words and grabbing your chin to kiss your lips.

“I love to hear you call yourself my wife,” he smiled widely, his eyes full of love and glee, “I still can’t believe we’re married, It’s the best thing that happened this year.”

You only smiled, connecting your lips again before Jeff’s voice interrupted you one more time,

“Seriously lovebirds, get in here. You already had your honeymoon!”

Harry groaned as he let go of your lips, standing up and facing your friends.

“Fine, we’ll join you,” he grabbed your hand to walk towards them, “Don’t you hate when lonely people ruin the moment for happy couples?” Harry said to you, making the entire group laugh.

“We’re literally married!” Glenne said, pointed to herself and Jeff.

Harry only shrugged with a smug face, sitting down beside Tommy and pulling you to his lap, laying his chin on your shoulder.

The sun sank lower, painting the sky pink and golden. Harry's arm was around your around your waist and he occasionally placed kisses on your shoulder as you engaged in conversation with your friends.

"This is perfect." You leaned back into him, whispering so only he could hear him, his heartbeat steady against your back and his breath hitting your neck.

"Absolutely perfect," Harry whispered back in agreement, his lips grazing your skin as he nestled closer.

You were starting the year at one of your favorite places, surrounded by your friends and as husband and wife, and you couldn't wait to see what 2024 had in store for your perfect life together

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hear me out: Bucky finding out that y/n is pregnant (again, after their first kid) with twins/triplets. After he calms down about it (for the time being), he starts calling her matryoshka (like the Russian nesting dolls)

More Than One » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom/Pregnant!Reader with son James Jr

Summary: You and Bucky find out you’re pregnant with more than one baby which makes Bucky a little more nervous.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, nicknames/pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“Are you excited?” You asked Bucky.

“Of course I am.” Bucky smiles, putting his hand in yours and intertwined his fingers with yours. “I’m more than excited to have another baby with the love of my life.” He says.

You smile widely and lean over to kiss his lips sweetly. The kiss is short lived when the nurse called your name. You and Bucky stood up from the chairs and walked hand and hand to the exam room.

“Is this your first pregnancy?” The OB doctor asks, trying to make conversation.

“No.” You answered. “We have a son who’s almost 2 years old.” You tell her.

The doctor smiles at you and Bucky as before she started the ultrasound.

“Let’s hear your baby’s heartbeat.” She says with a smile.

Bucky held your hand while the doctor did the ultrasound. A smile grew on your faces when you two heard the heartbeat for the first time.

“There’s our baby.” You tell Bucky.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile and kiss you.

“This is interesting.” The doctor starts. “There’s more than one heartbeat.” She informs you and Bucky.

“More than one? Meaning twins?” You asked.

“More than one as in 3 babies.” She tells you guys. “Congratulations! You’re having triplets.” She says.

“Triplets? That means 3, right?” Bucky asks, making sure he heard her right.

“Yes.” She confirms, handing you the ultrasound pictures.

Bucky’s mind was blown. He didn’t know what to think. His mind is running a million miles an hour. What he did know is that he’s beyond happy and he’s never been this nervous in his life.

“Are you ok, babe?” You asked as the two of you got in the car.

“Y-Yea.” Bucky answers without noticing his nervous stutter.

You smile and leaned over to kiss his stubbly cheek and made the drive to the Avengers Compound to pick up yours and Bucky’s 2 year old son James Jr. when you two got to the compound, you two were greeted by your son running up to you guys and Bucky picked him up. He was followed by Steve.

“How was the doctor?” Steve asks.

“Great!” You answered. “Bucky and I found out that we’re having triplets.” You tell him.

“That’s amazing! I’m happy for you guys.” He says, giving you two a hug.

Bucky said a quiet thank you. He was weirdly quiet for the rest of the day, but you didn’t question it. He was just trying to process the fact that you two are having triplets. While he was trying to process it, he decided to play with his son to help ease his nerves. At the moment Bucky and James Jr are sitting on the bedroom floor in James Jr’s room playing with blocks.

“Do you like the idea of being a big brother?” Bucky asks his son.

“Me big brother.” James Jr confirms.

“That’s right, bud. You are.” He smiles. “Do you want a little brother or little sister?” He asks.

“Brother.” He simply answers.

“You want mama to have a boy?” He asks.

James Jr nodded with a huge smile on his face. What Bucky didn’t know was that you were standing in the doorway of James Jr’s room, listening to their conversation with a smile on your face. You gave them a couple more minutes of guy time before entering the room and sat down on the rocking chair in the corner of his bedroom.

“You two sound like you’re having a nice conversation.” You say to them.

James Jr nodded and continued to play with his blocks.

“Did daddy tell you the good news?” You asked James Jr.

“Mama has a baby.” James Jr said.

“Yes I am, but there’s more than one baby in mama’s belly.” You tell him.

“More?” He asks, giving you his undivided attention.

“Yes, mama is having more than one baby. I’m having triplets.” You tell him with a smile on your face.

“Triplets?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at the new word.

“That means there’s 3 babies in mama’s belly.” You explained.

James Jr stared at you like you just said the most interesting thing in the world. He stood up from the floor and waddled over to you.

“Babies.” James Jr says, poking your baby bump.

You and Bucky smile at his cuteness. You leaned over and kissed the top of his head. You glanced at Bucky and noticed something was off, which concerned you. You pushed it to the back of your mind and reminded yourself to ask Bucky about it later.

“Let’s get you ready for bed, soldier.” You say.

“I’ll do it.” Bucky speaks up.

You said a silent ok and allowed Bucky to do his fatherly duties of getting his son ready for bed. While Bucky was tucking James Jr in bed, he felt himself more calm down compared to how he felt earlier today, but he will admit that he’s still nervous about having triplets. Bucky said goodnight to his son and gave him a kiss on the top of his head before leaving his bedroom to go to yours and his shared bedroom and went to bed with his arms wrapped around you protectively.

The next morning, Bucky still seemed off to you. You didn’t want to overwhelm him with questions, but you also want to know what’s going through his head.

“Bucky?” You say softly.

“Yes, doll?” Bucky asks.

“Are you ok?” You asked. “You’ve been quiet most of yesterday after our doctors appointment.” You say.

“I- I’m just a little nervous is all.” He admits. “I thought we were just going to have 1 baby, but it turns out that we’re having 3 babies, which I’m thrilled about.” He says.

“To be honest…” You start. “I’m a little nervous too.” You tell him.

Bucky’s facial expressions softened when you told him that you’re nervous too.

“It’s ok to be nervous, matryoshka.” He cups your cheek. “I’m sure it’ll pass soon.” He says.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when Bucky called you matryoshka.

“Matryoshka?” You asked curiously.

“It’s Russian.” He puts his right hand on your baby bump. “You are carrying my babies after all.” He says.

“Oh ok. That makes more sense.” You say.

“Get used to it. I’m going to be calling you that throughout your pregnancy.” He says.

Bucky leaned in and kisses you sweetly. The kiss was short lived when James Jr woke up from his nap and called for Bucky from his bedroom.

“I’ll get him.” Bucky says.

Bucky stood up from the couch and went to James Jr’s room to see him sitting upright on his bed.

“Is my little man awake?” He coos as he picked him up.

James Jr giggles loudly as Bucky gave him soft kisses. Bucky smiles at the sound of his son’s giggles. He walked to the living room where you are and sat down next to you.

“There’s my baby boy.” You cooed.

James Jr happily crawled onto your lap and hugged you.

“Babies.” James Jr curiously said, pointing at your baby bump.

“That’s right.” You smile. “There’s babies in mama’s belly.” You say.

Bucky put his arm around your shoulder and moved closer to you. James Jr quickly got interested in his daddy’s vibranium arm and moved over to his lap to play with it.

“How are you feeling, matryoshka?” Bucky asks.

“Hungry.” You answered. “I have to feed 4 people now.” You say.

“I’ll get you something to eat from your favorite restaurant.” Bucky says.

He stood up and gently placed James Jr on the couch next to you.

“Keep an eye on mama for me, soldier.” He says.

“Me watch mama.” James Jr confirms, making you and Bucky smile.

Bucky gave you two kisses before leaving to get you guys something to eat. You put cartoons on the TV to entertain him. He quickly got occupied with the toys he has in a container next to the TV. He grabbed a few and got back on the couch next to you. He handed you one of his toys, wanting you to play with him. You maneuvered yourself so you can face your son.

“Are you going to play with your little brothers or sisters when they’re born?” You asked him.

James Jr nodded his head yes with a smile on his face. He then put a stuffed animal on your lap in front of your baby bump.

“Play.” James Jr says, referring to his triplet siblings in your belly.

“That can’t play yet, sweetie. They have to be born first and they’re not ready to play just yet.” You tell him.

James Jr sat there with a pout on his face.

“Mama and daddy will play with you until then.” You say.

You and James Jr played until Bucky got home with the food. He put the food on the kitchen counter and went to the living room to see his two favorite people playing and watching cartoons.

“What’re you two playing?” Bucky asks, taking a seat behind you.

“Superheroes.” James Jr answers. “Like daddy.” He says.

Bucky smiles widely when his son basically called him a superhero.

“I hate to interrupt playtime, but it’s time to eat, buddy.” You say to him.

James Jr listened and put his toys down and patiently waited for you or Bucky to get him his food. Bucky stood up and helped you stand up.

“I love you, matryoshka.” Bucky says, pecking your lips.

“I love you too, Buck.” You say, kissing him back.

“I wuv mama and daddy!” James Jr chimes in, making you two smile at his cuteness.

“We love you too, little soldier.” You and Bucky say in unison and gave him kisses.

🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖🪖

-Bucky’s Doll

[allthelovenina]

Sweet

Levi helps his wife with the heavy breasts after the pregnancy-

NOT SFW, minors do not interact, +18

Warning: lactating, slight mommy kink

"W...what do you mean?" She flustered as the blush spread all over her face. He felt proud that after all this time, he could still make her blush and fluster.

"Didn't you just say your body produces too much for the baby? That..." he continued in a mocking tone "they feel heavy and sore?"

"I...I'm not sure if it works b...but..." The idea made her feel the heat growing between her thighs. She wasn't sure if sucking the milk out of her breasts would help with the heaviness and soreness but damn she wanted to try it with her husband.

Levi had already put his 3-month-old daughter to sleep in the other room, Gabbie and Falco had already left after helping Levi with packing the tea leaves for his teashop so they had the whole night.

"I won't do anything you feel even slightly uncomfortable with." He sat next to her on the bed as she was lying on the bed with her back facing the wall behind her. She removed her shirt and bra in no time and threw them on the floor. "Do it."

Levi's expression remained the same but teasing tone if his voice was now somehow taunting. "My, my, someone's eager."

"It's been a while since the last time." She whispered so quietly he almost didn't hear it. The man got closer and closer, left a kiss on his wife's forehead and then moved down to her nose, chin and lastly, her lips. He felt electrified by the touch and she could feel her heartbeat fastening. He moved his head to deepen the kiss, his hands were now playing with her hair.

She broke the kiss to catch her breath, as she was sucking the air into her lungs, Levi's lips met her nipple and she gasped.

He gave her nipple a little suction, which filled his mouth with the sweet, warm liquid. A small moan escaped from his mouth as he felt the soft flesh of her nipple combined with the ecstatic taste. He devoured her as if he was starving for this moment for a very long time.

He pulled back to pull her panties down, his wife was a hot mess. All red and sweaty, holding back her moans with her hand just to avoid waking their daughter up.

Her skirt was still on as he pulled it up, he started massaging her clit while attacking her other nipple. His jaw was moving and the suction grew harder. His eyes never left hers. Her body was more sensitive than before, maybe because they hadn't done it for a long time.

Their bodies missed each other.

It was getting harder and harder to keep her moans down, her hand grabbing his hair, pulling him closer, and yanking his hair at the same time while the other remained on her own mouth. She didn't want to wake her daughter.

She felt like she was getting closer and closer to the edge, her climax approaching. Levi let go of her nipple and stopped moving her fingers inside of her. He went down her, running his tongue on her folds, finally locking it on your clit, sucking it gently and started moving his fingers once again at a faster pace.

"L...Levi...please...please...I'm..." Before she could finish her sentence, the man pulled out his fingers and removed his tongue, only to switch them. Now his tongue was swirling in her as his fingers were once again on her clit, massaging it.

She cried out his name, throwing her head back. Her nipples were lactating again, the drops of the liquid, oozing down from her breast to her stomach, with his other hand, he gripped her breast and squeezed it, the liquid then squirted on her body and his face. She moaned loudly at the pressure and the sight, once again she was getting closer. Levi knew it already as her knees started to shiver.

Once she let put by a loud moan, calling his name, Levi let go of his grip and moved back to catch his breath.

Gosh he missed her.

With the back of his hand, he cleaned his mouth and his milky face. His wife was a panting mess when she leaned closer to him and started unbuttoning his shirt. Once his shirt was gone, her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it. He moved and pulled down his pants, with his pants pulled halfway down, her hands met his chest and she pushed him down on the bed he was sitting on.

His wife leaned and gave him a passionate kiss on his lips, his hands moved on her hips and buttocks under her skirt. She broke the kiss and went down on his neck, the scent of his soup reached her nasal. It had been a while since the last time she was here. What had started with innocent ghostly kisses on his neck escalated into wet kisses, sucking his skin and leaving red spots behind which would turn purple some time later.

His hand gripped her hair, he was growing impatient. The other hand travelled to her waistband and pulled down her skirt. She backed off and removed the skirt, throwing it god knows where.

"You're gonna kill me, y/n... ride me already."

She smirked, "You're so impatient, captain." Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance and rolled his eyes. She could swear he got even more handsome after the scars on his face. "And you're too cheeky for the person who was begging me a moment ago."

His replies never failed to catch her off guard, she remained silent, surrounded. Her hands started to work on his boxer, pulling out his cock, giving it some gentle stroke and smearing the precum all over it. "Hmm...you want my mouth or my hands?" You teased. "Or maybe...you don't have the patience for those?"

"Fuck...stop teasing me, woman. Just ride me already." He tried to hide the desperation in his voice which he failed as the last word basically turned into a beautiful moan.

She let out a breathy chuckle and stood on her knees, guiding his cock into her entrance and slowly, sank into it.

She moaned loudly and rested her hands on his chest to keep her balance. She waited a few moments to adjust to him once again. He felt like his cock was melting inside of her, and the room suddenly felt too hot for him, he just wanted to leave everything to his wife at this point, as he felt at her mercy. He missed being in her arms.

She started moving up and down, her moves started slowly, he watched as his cock would disappear into her and reappear once again. Again and again.

He looked up at her. Her breasts bounced as she sped up, her jaw dropped a little open and the O shape of her lips as his cock hit all the right spots. He moaned merely at the sight.

His hand which missed two fingers, rested on her hand and the other found its place on her nipple. Playing with it, teasing it, milking it. She was struggling not to scream at this point.

He felt his cum twitching, he was close. "Mommy...I'm...about to cum..." he said panting, fighting his life not to scream and moan. Which once again, he failed. Cause he was a moaning desperate thing under her touch.

"Cum inside again, baby."

Her hand reached to her clit, massaging it roughly, his eyes rolled back, and her pussy tightened around him which made him realize she was close too, he hold back for her to cum first. Once she reached her second orgasm while moaning uncontrollably, he threw his head back and for a moment, all he could see was white as he finished in her. A few moments passed as she slowly pulled his cock out of herself and laid next to her husband, panting.

He grabbed the paper towel on the nightstand, grabbed one, lifted her leg and cleaned her.

"Does your breasts feel less heavy?"

She let out a chuckle. "Totally."

"Tsk, I should wash the mattress, and you too."

"Go away, old man! I'm tired now."

He let out a scoff "Brat. I'll give you a moment but we should take a shower."

She rolled her eyes and nodded in silence as she rested her head on his scarred chest.

If he were to die at this moment, he'd die the happiest man alive.

[violetfruity]

Kiss and make, kiss, kiss and make up

Character: Osamu Dazai.

Warnings: beast!dazai, dazai and reader are married, sub!dazai, dom!reader, make up sex, pegging, dazai cries and moans, mentions of multi verses and beast manga spoilers.

☆Being the wife of the Port Mafia boss has pros and cons, just like two sides of a coin. Sure, your husband is the richest and most feared man alive, and he can get you everything you desire without any problem. Just say the words, and they will be yours. However, it's not material possessions that your heart craves, but rather his presence.

The clock strikes two in the morning so quietly that nobody in the bedroom can hear it. You can hear your own breath as you lie on the bed, eagerly waiting for your husband's arrival. But nothing happens; the bedroom door knob remains closed and untouched on the other side. No sounds of footsteps approach. You bite your lip bitterly, thinking about the last time you saw him. The last time he was here with you—his arms around your waist, his mouth on yours, your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat as you fell asleep on his body.

How many nights have you spent waiting for him to come back home, yearning for a warm embrace and kisses, only to be met with loneliness and disappointment? Every day, you wake up, hoping to see him, yet he’s never there. The other side of the bed is empty and cold. It has been a month of this pattern, and you haven’t seen him once. It makes you sick to your stomach. You reach for your phone, hoping for a new message from him, but there’s nothing. The last message you sent is still there, marked as ‘seen.’ You sigh; you can’t do this anymore.

—

“Osamu…” You called his name, the sound escaping your lips in a bittersweet way. The man in front of you smiled softly, waiting to hear what you had to say. His eyes are a dull, pure black, yet there is a light of hope at the bottom of them whenever you're around.

“Yes, bella?”

You take a long, deep breath before continuing, your eyes fixed on the table. You can’t look into his eyes at this moment. “I… I think we should take a break.”

Dazai drops the drink in his hand, and the glass shatters into pieces on the floor, creating a loud sound. You can feel his eyes on you, suffocating you with that silence. One second, two seconds, three seconds… Three long seconds pass, yet not a single word escapes his lips.

Your eyes glance up, and—gosh—you’ve never seen Dazai with that expression before. His pupils are dilated with disbelief, and his face carries a hurtful look, as if you’ve betrayed him again countless times. You—his world—seem to be destroyed all at once cruelly.

Dazai's lips part slightly, finally being able to speak. “Why?”

The simple yet painful question stabs at both of you, an unpleasant ache spreading through you as you try to explain your reasons. “I… I don’t feel like we should be together anymore. I’m tired. You don’t pay attention to me anymore. You've buried yourself in work for so long that you don’t care for me.”

A frown appears on his handsome face, disapproving of your accusation. If only you knew how much he cares about you-how much he loves you in every universe. How much he hates being the leader of a dangerous organization but he has no other choices. He does all of this for you.

“But that’s my job. Being a Port Mafia boss is never easy. I have my responsibilities—”

“Then what about your responsibility as a husband? What about me?”

“[Reader]…Please.”

The word 'please' from him sounds so desperate, something you’d never expect him to say. Desperately, he adds more, trying to please you so your sorrow will go away, like a hopeless little boy begging for forgiveness and redemption for his wrongdoing.

“I’ll do anything for you; I’ll give you the world. Just name your price, Bella. Please…”

“I only want my husband..I don’t need anything else.” You admit, which makes Dazai smile a little until he hears the next line.

“But since you said you’d do anything…” An idea suddenly runs through you—a risky plan that feels almost too good to ignore. This opportunity could be your one and only chance. How can you possibly let such an offer slip away? Before you realize it, the words are freed from your mind. “Then I want to peg you.”

A simple sentence from your pretty lips makes your husband pause. Dazai stares at you, his expression unsure and confused. He didn’t expect this from you on a Sunday night. Dinner is where you can talk about every topic in the world, but that so casually?

Oblivious to his confusion, your face remains serious. “I said what I said.”

“May I get to know why?”

“I just do. So…Please?”

Dazai hesitates a little. No, it's not because he doesn't want that, it's just he's not sure and he's not too fond of the idea. But he does want to make up for you for the time he has been gone, he can't bring himself to oppose you. So, he lets the ‘best’ of him agree.

—

Dazai finds himself beneath you, naked, just like the day he was born. His face buries against the pillow, gripping the bed sheet as he waits for you. A small kiss is planted on his dark hair as a finger slowly enters his hole to create a gasp from him. A sudden urge to tell you more grows inside him, yet he’s too prideful to admit it.

“Let me hear your pretty sounds, Osamu.” You whisper against his ear, continuing to finger him at a slow pace to test his patience.

A small moan slips out from his lips: “Ah…[Reader]...mph...”

At his cute and pathetic plea, you add another finger and then follow by another one to stretch his tight hole, causing his entire body to twitch. Dazai bites his lips to prevent any loud moans due to embarrassment, but fails. He has always been the one in control, but the sudden switch between you two and you're ruining him completely makes him feel surprisingly good.

Your fingers pump in and out at a faster and harder pace repeatedly, hitting the spot to make him squirm. Just before he hits his orgasm, you pull your fingers away. Dazai turns his head over his shoulder, whining and sulking. Before he can complain, you swiftly push your strap into him. He lets out a muffled yelp of surprise, his eyes widening in shock as the sudden force pushes him back onto the pillow. Your free hand grabs both of Dazai’s hands, gripping his wrists above his face as you move your hips back and forth, fucking him crazy like a wild, starved beast devouring its captured prey.

Your lips travel to his ear, biting on his earlobe as you eagerly thrust deep inside him while your hand drops down his chest, playing and rubbing his nipple. Your hips crash against Dazai’s ass, causing his moans to get louder between each thrust. Your hand switches to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other one. His back arches at a perfect angle, plus his long legs are spread wide open for you to fuck him more and better.

After you’ve abused his sensitive nipples, your hand travels down to his cock. Your hand perfectly wraps around Dazai’s cock, caressing it before you mumble against his ear. “Such a good boy for me, taking my dick so well.” Your lips reach his shoulder, taking a bite of his pale skin as you rapidly stroking his dick.

Dazai’s head rolls back as he moans your name shamelessly over and over, as if you were the only thing his mind could think.

“You’re so beautiful like this. A beautiful mess because of me. Am I the only one gets to see you and fuck you like this?”

“F-fuck y-yes. Only my dear wife…ah…mph…gets to see me like this and fuck me as much as she wants.” Dazai curses; his eyes flutter close as he tries his best to speak between moans. The pleasure builds inside him more and more, filling him fully. “Gonna c-cum…I’m gonna cum…”

“Yeah? Cum for me, Samu. Let me hear you scream my name and how good my dick is.”

Tears are formed on his reddened cheeks when he cums on your hand, painting his stomach and up to his chest with hot, thick, creamy cum as he screams your name out loud so that it can wake up the neighbors. Your strap continues to enter deep inside him, and the way the harness rubs against your cunt this entire time is enough to make you cum as well. Dazai collapses straight into bed, breathing heavily after his afterglow.

Dazai turns his head over, looking at you affectionately with tears falling down the corners of his eyes. “I love you, [Reader], more than anything in this world. I’m sorry that I wasn’t around much. But I’ll try to spend more time with you. So please don't ever doubt my love for you ever again.

Your lips curl to a smile. “I know…I love you too, my dear husband.”

The way you call him ‘dear husband’ brings an indescribable feeling of happiness to his heart. In this cruel world, where his life is filled with darkness and misfortune, you are his only hope—the reason he cherishes his life and the one and only treasure he protects with all he has. He brings his hand to your pretty face, caressing your cheek before it moves down to your neck, pulling you close for a kiss. He kisses you as if it were the last day of his life, as if this were the final kiss you two would ever share.

[froggybells]

Sign of the Times (2)

part 1 —> here!!

Kyojuro Rengoku x wife!reader

a/n: guys i am so sorry i am so angsty lately and harry styles is also just stuck in my brain!!!! there is a spoiler warning in place and this chapter is a bit short. idk if a part 3 is needed but ive been thinking about this 😭😭😭

word count: <800

we can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here

The infinity castle was, well, infinite.

The stories passed down within your family really didn’t depict the magnitude of the situation.

Going into this battle, you had one thing in mind. Well, two things. Your son, who was nestled safely in the company of the former Flame Hashira. The old man grew into an amazing grandfather, after realizing the mistakes he made with his own children.

The other thought was of your husband.

‘What would Kyo say if he were here?’

In all honesty, you wanted nothing more to go home to your son. A living reminder of the beautiful life you once had.

So as you lay on the floor of the Infinity Castle after defeating Muzan, you look up to the ceiling.

You’re sure you can hear Tanjiro calling your name, or maybe it’s Giyuu? Definitely not Sanemi, as you two constantly clash. Then again, you have been getting along lately-

Your thoughts are stopped once you see a figure hovering over you.

The unmistakable yellow-red eyes and corresponding hair.

You blink once, twice, and a third time, yet he is still there.

Surely, you must be dead? Why else would he be here?

“K-Kyo?” You say as you sit up. You look around at the battlefield before you. Destruction is the best way to describe it. Observing the people in the distance who seem to be frozen in time, you turn your head back to your husband, standing there in all his glory.

“Kyojuro? Is this death?”

The man let out a hearty laugh. “No my dear, I’m afraid you aren’t ready for that yet!” You couldn’t stop the tears as they started flowing.

“I want to be ready! I want to be with you again!” Broken sobs come out of your mouth. “I know it’s selfish! I know our son is at home waiting for me! I don’t think I can do it without you, Kyojuro! I-I’m struggling so much and I need you to come back to me! Please come back to me!”

The man kneels forward, and gently places a calloused hand on your cheek. “My gorgeous flame. I understand what you are thinking. Your eyes meet, and for a fleeting moment, everything else seems to vanish. You lean into his hand and savor his warm touch, feeling as if he were really there with you.

“I’m so scared, Kyojuro.”

“Y/N,” you’re shocked by the sudden movement of him pulling you into his chest, “You are the bravest, and strongest fighter that I ever had the pleasure of knowing. You completed our goal, my flame. You kept the fires burning long enough to support your allies. And they are going to need you after this. Our son is going to need you.”

Having your ear up to his chest, you swear you can hear a faint heartbeat. “What about what I need?! You- You left me! Alone!” You began trying to escape his grasp, which only got tighter.

“And I will forever hold that burden, Y/N. It wasn’t an easy decision, but for our son to know his father died protecting others is enough closure for me.”

“Where is my closure?” You say, looking up at your husband. He smiles as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’m right here. I needed you to know how proud of you I am. Watching you play with our son and grow as a mother has made me swell with so much pride.” You sniffled into his uniform.

“Y/N. I am so grateful that you are the one to carry on my legacy. You have so much love to give in this world, and I will be waiting for you in the next one.”

Kyojuro finally let go, and stepped away from you.

“Be brave, and be strong. I know you can. And once your time comes, I will be there.”

“Please don’t go yet!” You scream, hand stretching out. He swiftly turns around and pulls your lips to his. His skin is just as warm as you remember it to be, and he rests his forehead on yours.

“It’s time for me to go. But remember my words, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you, even if you can’t see me.”

[klttn]

EKKKK I HAVE A REQUESTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

IF IT'S NOT TO MUCH CAN YOU DO A ALASTOR X SENSITIVE WIFE WHO LOVES PINK PLEASE BONUS POINTS IF SHE A BUNNY! <3

⁺˳✧༚ ˚ 𝒷𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓉 ｡⋆୨୧˚

— 𝜗𝜚 alastor x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : you baked pretty cookies for alastor but he’d much rather have a taste of you. nsfw. biting. liiitle bit of blood!! cannibalism. it’s alastor here. he just wants a to sink his fangs into you slightly.

“my my, what do we have here, my darling bunny?” alastors voice ripples through the kitchen, frame now looming over you.

you jolted a bit, an involuntary twitch of your nose as a small smile started to form when you realised who it was, "hmph al! you scared me." you groaned, landing him a small smack on his shoulder.

"apologies, dear,” alastor mused, bending over to put a strand of your hair behind your ear and placed a kiss on your temple. “but, you do look adorable filled with fear, i so adore how you tremble," alastor planted a kiss on your nose, stroking your floppy ears.

"i can't help it," you whined, pouting and leaning into the touch your husband still had atop your head, "i’m sensitive!!"

“my fragile little bunny, aren't you?”

“mhm,” your voice was soft as you fell deeper into alastors caressing embrace.

a moments bliss passed in his arms before he was gently pushing you back, loving smile mirroring yours.

"now now darling, i believe there was something you wanted to show me?"

your head titled in confusion for a split second before you remembered your excitement, it now bubbling it's way back to the surface, toothy grin evident on your face, "i baked you something!"

"oh?"

you quickly spun on your heals, soft ears twirling as you did, turning around to show him the small tray of cookies you had made for him. cute little hearts and very pink.

not entirely fitting to alastors taste but he wouldn't care. he only cared that they had something to do with you.

your eyes grew wide as you watched alastor’s expression, focused on whatever slight reaction he may give.

“my sweet girl, you are oh so adorable to do such a thing for me.” alastor cooed, finding a tad bit of joy in the domesticated scene.

he was from the 1930’s after all. as much as he would never force you to be the housewife you were, he did so revel in the tradition of it. a little bunny wife to come home to and have her cook and bake for him. what a precious thing.

your heartbeat sped up at his words, “do you like them?” your voice hopeful and soft, nose betraying you and twitching again. this time from nerves.

“why of course, bunny!” alastors cheerful response putting the cutest twinkle in your eyes. “but.” he continued, making your brows furrow, “i think i need my main meal first, don’t you agree?”

a dumbfound expression made its way onto your face as alastor lifted you up with ease and placed you atop the kitchen counter, instinctively spreading your legs to let him in between.

“why i need my first course before desert!” his hands crept up your neck to move your hair out the way, the familiar puncture wounds making themselves known.

oh… alastor meant you.

you could hear the thudding of your heart become more prominent as you realised what he meant.

“promise me you’ll be gentle?” you whispered softly barring your neck to him in obedience. you sounded scared but in truth, you couldn’t wait to have his fangs sinking into you.

“of course, dear,” alastor leaned forward to press his lips against your neck, “bunny is my favourite after all.”

his teeth sunk into you, slight prick causing you to whimper. alastor loved it when you did that. the way you’d mewl like you were his prey. he almost loved it as much as the taste of you.

his hand found its way to your lop ears, playing with them and dragging his claws across them tenderly to soothe you.

your eyes battered shut as you succumbed to the euphoric pain in your neck, the loss making you dizzy and weak.

soft cries escaped your throat and your hands made their way to alastors shoulders, squeezing tightly.

the more he took, the more your conscience would start to falter, your grip loosening just as fast as it got there.

alastor noticed your lack of continence, your responsiveness fading, which signalled him to pull back. he would never truly hurt his bunny.

“good girl,” alastor praised in your ear, licking the small mess he made on your neck. “you did so well, took so much more than usual.”

a proud smile covered your mouth as your eyes fluttered open to meet alastors. “did good?” you mumbled, words slurring slightly.

“so good, bunny.”

you hummed, falling forward onto alastors chest so he could pick you up.

“i think you’re going to need these cookies more than i, sweet girl.”

A/N : this was completely self indulgent n i’m now in love with bunny reader!! i need more bunny reader requests <33

[honeyedmiller]

Real Love, Baby | Joel Miller

pairing: husband!joel miller x wife!reader

rating: none

warnings: no outbreak, lots of fluff, and some good ol’ joel miller lovin’ and a few kisses. no use of y/n.

word count: 904

synopsis: joel has a bad day at work, but seeing you dancing in the kitchen makes it all better.

a/n: based on the song real love baby by father john misty

divider by @saradika-graphics

Joel deeply sighed as he parked his truck in the driveway. He closed his eyes for a few beats, pinching the bridge of his nose as his bad mood kept festering in his chest, daring to settle into his aching bones. 

He had a terrible day at work. Though, terrible doesn’t even do the day justice. He knew you were going to ask about his day, which was routine now, but he truly didn’t want to talk about his day from hell. 

He knew seeing you and Sarah would make it all better, though. 

He groaned as he hopped out his truck, stretching his sore limbs before grabbing his toolbox and heading for the door. 

When he opened it, the aroma of dinner flooded his senses and a song playing mid-level from the vinyl player wafted from the kitchen. He set his tools down by the front door, toeing off his work boots before making his way to the kitchen. 

He paused when he saw you, totally enamored as you swayed your hips and sang along to the song. 

“I’m in love, I’m alive, I belong to the stars in the sky,” You sing unashamedly, never noticing the watchful eye of your husband. You stir the pot of what seemed to be noodles a few times before checking on the sauce cooking next to it, humming to the song as you swayed your hips some more. 

The horrible day Joel’s had rolls off of the weight of his chest and shoulders, dissipating into thin air as he leans on the wall, crossing his arms. A smile curls onto his lips, replacing the frown that’d seemed indefinite the whole day. 

His heart bloomed with warmth as you twirled, eyes closed, before focusing on dinner again. You opened the oven to take out the Texas toast, and Joel quietly hummed to himself as he realized what you made for dinner. 

“I want real love baby, oh don’t leave me waiting, I’ve got real love maybe, wait until you taste me,” You sang again, and he pushed himself off of the wall to make his way toward you, finally making his presence known. 

His hands settled on your hips and you gasped, laughing as you set a hand over your rapidly beating heart. 

“Scared me, baby.” You huff, smiling at the handsome man as you spun around in his grip. 

“Don’t stop dancin’ n’ singin’ now just cus I’m here, honey.” He teases, pressing a kiss to your lips as he starts swaying you to the song. You fold your hands behind his neck, leaning into him with a grin on your lips. 

“How much did you see and hear?” You quirk your brow, moving one hand down to rest over his strong heartbeat in his warm chest. 

“Just about enough to fall in love with you even more, darlin’.” He winks, and you playfully roll your eyes. 

“Such a sweet talker you are, Miller.” 

“What can I say? I’m crazy for my wife.” He grins before pressing his lips to yours, longer this time, before humming against your lips. 

“Where’s Sarah?” He asks, rubbing small circles into your hips with his thumbs. 

“Doing homework upstairs.” 

“Mm. Dinner smells delicious.” Joel says, jutting his chin toward the pots on the stove that sat alongside the sheet of Texas toast. 

“Thanks baby. Sarah and I decided on chicken alfredo. Hope you don’t mind.” You say, lightly scratching the back of Joel’s neck with your fingertips. 

“Not at all, baby.” He tosses you a saccharine smile, resting his forehead against yours. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest, always cherishing these intimate moments with Joel. Your love for him only grew by the day, always telling yourself how lucky you are you found a man like him.

He was your best friend, your life partner, your soulmate. You didn’t believe in any of that stuff before you met him, and now, you’re two years married and you still feel like you’re in the honeymoon stage. 

“How was your day, baby?” You ask, retracting your forehead from his in the slightest so you could kiss the tip of his nose. 

A groan rumbles in his sturdy chest and his eyebrows pinch together. 

“Rather not talk about it, darlin’. Wanna dance with you instead.” He separates himself from you, grabbing hold of your hands as they slip off his body. He sways you back and forth before twirling you into his chest so your back against his front, rocking you side to side before planting a kiss to your cheek. 

He twirls you again, and he can’t help but melt at your laugh and the way you look right now. So carefree, so full of love, so beautiful. 

He grins as he pulls you to his chest gently, dipping your body down in his arms. He holds you there as the song comes to an end, those beautiful brown eyes of his boring into yours. You can’t help the lovestruck look that crosses your face. 

He’ll never get tired of seeing that look. 

He leans down to kiss you once more. It lasts more than a few seconds as his free hand that isn’t holding your body up cups your cheek, calloused thumb gently swiping over your soft skin. 

“Oh– jeez,” Sarah’s voice startles you both, pulling apart from each other with a huff of a laugh. 

“Get a room, you two!” 

tags: @party-hearses ; @ilovepedro ; @punkshort ; @joelsgreys ; @nostalxgic ; @tinygarbage ; @bastardmandennis ; @pamasaur ; @cool-iguana ; @pascalpvnk

[shaisuki]

Can you please do Reo's reaction to pregnant y/n's death?

REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD

FT. YANDERE! HUSBAND MIKAGE REO

content warnings: character death, complications of birth and pregnancy, blood, suicide, talks about killing a child. dead dove not eat.

notes: i hope i did this one justice.

synopsis: you got the best revenge you can ever serve to him.

everything was a blur.

from the moment your water broke and the contractions coming apart since you insisted on walking around the hospital. a week from your due date and the baby is coming.

you were instantly whisked and prepped up for your birth. nurses and doctors surrounding you and you were like the fucking vip and treated like you were about to give birth to a king. it could pass as well. since you were going to be the mother of the mikage heir.

reo arrives within the first minute of your contractions. dressed in a medical gown and he's by your side. holding your hand and whispering sweet nothings to you. encouraging that you were both to have a baby and it will be done in the next minutes.

fucking asshole. he's babbling. this is how reo gets when he's happy. excited that you were about to give birth to his child and you wondered if this was really his intention to you in the first place. popping his heirs like they were easy to come by. he should have hired woman who were willing to be a surrogate or someone whose more than willing to give his wants and demands.

unfortunately for you. reo wants you and he wants he gets it.

the pain was blinding. your muscles screaming for you to rest. your eyes who can't stop the tears from flowing from how painful it was. the doctors encouraged you to push. the baby is crowning and you need to get it out. you muster what strength is left in you and with that flashes of light dances in your vision and your ears ringing.

it took a you a few seconds to register the cheers of the doctors and your baby's cries echoing in the room.

it's alive?

the baby's alive?

this couldn't be happening. the chances are high of you losing the baby so then why this damned child of yours have to live. does they want to suffer the same fate as you? why are you having this thoughts you were sure you were to suffer.

you make out reo's smile despite the harshness of the light in the room. he's all smile. you barely can make out the words he's spouting but you feel his hands on you. your head hitting the pillows once again.

this is it. he's finally a father. you gave him a son. a heir. he couldn't be more prouder than what he is feeling right now. he have a family he can call his own. he can continue his legacy.

he looks at you proudly. kissing you like there's no tomorrow but why are you frowning? aren't you happy that you're a mother now? what are you sad? why are you turning pale?

the machine beeps in a hurried manner. mimicking your heartbeat and the doctors surrounding you are in full attention. sweat drips in their forehead at the sudden beep of the machine. eyes wide at the sudden symptoms of one of the complications of birth they didn't think would happen. you were bleeding. soaking the sheets in a heavy flow that the doctors were almost shouting at the nurses to prepare the equipment to aid you.

what was happening to you?

suddenly you were aware of what's about to happen to you. your body aches more than usual. muscles turning weaker and your eyelids felt heavy. you can hear them. desperately trying to save you but you were beyond saving. it looks like your prayers were heard.

you would relish on the expression reo was having. horrified at the sight that his wife is dying on this table. you deserve it. you ruined my life and i will ruin yours.

reo sees you trying to grab him and he takes your hand in his. a smile plastered on your face and you pull reo with your remaining strength and then you began to whisper. the words that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

“this is your karma, reo.” his eyes widens at your confession. “you're going to lose me and i-i feel bad for our child, he didn't die with me instead he won't grow up without his mother and he would have a father like you.”

and with that, the futile attempts of the doctor came to stop when your heartbeat turned into a flatline in the monitor and you closed your eyes. forever.

it's finished now. you were gone. he drops your cold hand. the image of your laying in the table with your cold, lifeless body will continue to replay for the rest of his life. this should not be happening. he wants to scream to the doctors attending to you why such tragedy happened. to himself. you were supposed to be alive. raising his child with you.

he left the room shortly after you were pronounced dead. walking aimlessly at the hospital and his sight caught in the corner of his eyes are nurses tending to his newborn child.

he couldn't bear to look at his child for a second longer and that's how you get your revenge on him for the hell he put you through.

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 16/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, teasing, Language, age gap

Word Count: 8349

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You shrugged gently, your fingers continuing their lazy exploration. “Just how happy I am”, you replied honestly.

Jensen sighed contentedly, a playful glint in his eyes. “You know, for all your teasing and sarcasm, you actually have some disgustingly sweet moments too”, he teased, his voice warm with affection.

You laughed softly, your fingers tracing a particularly prominent freckle. “Well, don’t get used to it. I have a reputation to uphold”, you replied with a mock serious tone, though your eyes twinkled with amusement.

Jensen chuckled, pulling you closer. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret”, he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

You smiled, feeling a surge of affection for him. “Good. I’d hate for everyone to know I have a soft side”.

Jensen’s hand moved to your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with warmth and affection as he leaned in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips. The touch of his lips sent a thrill through you, your heart racing at the intimacy of the moment.

When he pulled back, he looked deeply into your eyes and mumbled softly, “Good night, sweetheart”.

The nickname made your heart skip a beat, a warmth spreading through your chest. No one had ever called you that before, and hearing it from Jensen made it feel all the more special. “Good night”, you whispered back, your voice filled with emotion.

You settled back into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek. The room was quiet, the only sounds being your combined breaths and the gentle rustle of the sheets. Jensen’s arms tightened around you.

The last thing you felt before sleep took over was Jensen’s soft kiss on the top of your head.

The next morning, you woke up before Jensen, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains casting a gentle glow in the room. You were still nestled against him, his arms wrapped around you protectively, the warmth of his body comforting against the morning chill.

Gazing up at his peaceful face, you couldn't help but smile. Jensen looked serene in sleep, his features relaxed, his lips curved in a slight smile that hinted at the contentment he felt. His tousled hair and the stubble on his jawline added to his rugged charm, and you felt a surge of affection for him.

Running your fingers lightly over his chest, you traced the familiar contours of his muscles, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath your touch. Each movement was slow and deliberate, not wanting to disturb his sleep but wanting to savor this intimate moment between you.

As you watched him, memories of the previous night flooded your mind—the passion, the tenderness, and the deep connection you had shared. It felt surreal to wake up beside him like this, to see him in such a vulnerable and peaceful state.

As you traced gentle patterns on his chest, Jensen stirred slightly. Without opening his eyes, he spoke in a tired, rough voice, teasing you with a hint of a smile. “You know, staring at someone while they sleep is kinda creepy”.

You chuckled softly, not stopping your light caresses. “Good morning to you too”, you replied, a playful glint in your eyes.

Jensen finally opened his eyes, their green depths still heavy with sleep but twinkling with amusement. “Morning”, he murmured, pulling you closer to him. “Did you sleep well?”.

You nodded, resting your head against his chest. “Better than I have in a long time”, you admitted softly.

Jensen’s hand moved to gently stroke your hair. “Glad to hear it”, he said, his voice warm and affectionate. “I’m pretty sure last night had something to do with that”.

You laughed lightly, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Maybe a little”.

He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his gaze locking onto yours. “And this morning?”, he asked, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “How are you feeling now?”.

You stretched, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep, but instantly regretted it. Every little muscle hurt, and you were sore in places you didn’t even know could be sore. Your pussy ached, and even your belly felt tender.

A soft groan escaped your lips, and Jensen’s eyes filled with concern. “ You okay?” he asked.

You gave him a weak smile, wincing slightly. “I’m just really sore”, you admitted. “Everywhere”.

Jensen’s expression softened with a mix of guilt and amusement. “I might have gone a bit overboard last night”, he murmured.

Jensen slowly got up from the bed, his own muscles clearly aching as he groaned deeply. "Fuck", he muttered, stretching as he made his way towards the bathroom.

You couldn't help but watch him, admiring the way his back muscles flexed with each movement. Your gaze wandered down to his perfectly sculpted ass, and you bit your lip, appreciating just how much of a picture-perfect man he was.

He glanced back at you, catching the look in your eyes and smirking slightly. "Enjoying the view?", he teased, his voice still rough with sleep.

You blushed but didn’t look away. "Maybe", you replied playfully. "You certainly give me a lot to admire".

Jensen chuckled, disappearing into the bathroom. You heard the sound of the shower turning on, and a few moments later, he called out, "You coming or what?".

Despite your exhaustion, the idea of a warm shower with Jensen was too tempting to pass up. You slowly got out of bed, wincing at the ache in your muscles, and made your way to the bathroom.

Jensen was already under the spray, his body glistening with water. He looked up as you entered, extending a hand to help you in.

You stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over your sore muscles, instantly soothing some of the discomfort. Jensen's hands were gentle as he massaged your shoulders and back, his touch careful and tender.

"Better?", he asked, his lips brushing against your temple.

You nodded, relaxing into his touch. "Much better", you replied, your voice soft and content.

Jensen's hands continued their gentle ministrations, massaging the tension out of your shoulders and back. The warmth of the shower and the tenderness of his touch made you feel deeply cared for. You leaned into him, savoring the moment.

Jensen murmured softly, “How about we start today easy? My appointment at the barber shop isn’t until the afternoon, so there’s no rush”.

You nodded softly, appreciating the gentle pace Jensen was suggesting. Together, you both stepped out of the shower, drying off and getting dressed in comfortable clothes. Jensen followed you into the kitchen, where you started to prepare some coffee.

As you looked through the cabinets, you felt a twinge of soreness reminding you of the previous night’s intensity. “You’re down for some cereal?”, you asked, glancing over at Jensen with a sheepish smile. “I’m a bit too sore to make a decent breakfast”.

Jensen chuckled, leaning against the counter as he watched you. “Cereal sounds perfect”, he said, his eyes twinkling with affection.

You reached for the cereal boxes and poured two bowls, adding milk and setting them on the table. Jensen took a seat across from you, his eyes never leaving your face as he took a bite.

You looked up and caught his intense gaze, feeling your cheeks heat up. “What?”, you mumbled with a mouthful of cereal, instantly blushing.

Jensen chuckled, shaking his head. “Nothing”, he mumbled, still smiling as he watched you. “I just like looking at you”.

Your blush deepened, and you found yourself smiling despite your embarrassment. “You’re impossible”, you said, trying to hide your bashfulness by taking another bite.

Jensen’s smile widened, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “And you’re adorable”, he replied, taking another bite of his cereal.

The two of you continued eating in comfortable silence, the morning sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room. It was a simple, perfect moment, one that you both cherished.

After finishing breakfast, you cleared the table together, Jensen’s hand brushing against yours occasionally, sending little sparks of joy through you. Once the kitchen was tidied up, Jensen leaned against the counter, his expression thoughtful, as if contemplating what to do next. You couldn't help but notice the slight furrow of his brow, a sign that he might be lost in thought.

You placed the last spoon away, catching Jensen’s thoughtful glance. “What is it?”, you asked softly, sensing there was something on his mind.

Jensen sighed slightly, meeting your gaze with a mix of seriousness and tenderness. “After the convention, I have to head back to the set for four more weeks”, he said gently. “After that, I’m free for a while, with just a few conventions in between”.

You nodded, understanding the demands of his schedule but feeling a pang of disappointment at the thought of him being away again so soon. “I see”, you replied, trying to keep your tone light. “Well, I guess we’ll have to make the most of the time we have”.

Jensen hesitated, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “You know”, he began slowly, “after filming is done, I was thinking… maybe you could come with me to some of the conventions. Spend some time in different cities together”.

Your eyes widened in surprise and excitement. “Really? You’d want that?”.

Jensen chuckled, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “What kind of question is that?”, he teased, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Of course, I want that. I want to spend as much time with you as I can”.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, your heart swelling with affection. “Well, in that case, I’d love to join you”, you replied, your smile matching his.

Jensen pulled out his phone and stepped behind you, his breath hot against your neck. He wrapped one arm around your waist while holding his phone in front of you with the other hand, showing you his calendar. “Look”, he murmured softly in your ear, “there are six conventions over November and the beginning of December. All in different cities”.

You scanned the calendar, seeing the dates marked out. Jensen’s arm tightened slightly around your waist as he continued, his lips brushing against your ear. “We can spend the whole weeks between the conventions together. Just you and me”.

Your heart swelled with affection and anticipation. “That sounds amazing, Jensen”, you whispered, leaning back into his embrace.

Jensen’s grip on your waist tightened, his kisses growing more insistent on your neck. “We just have to be a little careful”, he whispered against your skin.

You shivered slightly at the sensation, your body reacting to his closeness. “Careful?” you murmured, tilting your head to give him better access.

Jensen’s lips moved to your earlobe, nibbling gently before he spoke. “Just with being seen together. The fans, the media—they can be relentless. We need to keep things low-key”.

You nodded, understanding the need for discretion. “Get it”, you replied softly. “We’ll be careful”.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of seriousness and affection. “I don’t want anything to ruin what we have”, he said, his voice sincere. With that, he pulled you close.

While the two of you were kissing, Jensen’s phone rang, the sound breaking the tender moment. He glanced at the screen and saw Danneel’s name popping up. A look of annoyance crossed his face as he sighed and pulled away slightly.

“Hold on, I need to take this”, he muttered, picking up the call.

You stepped back, giving him some space as he answered the phone. “Hey, Danneel”, he said, his voice tight with frustration.

You could hear Danneel’s voice on the other end, sharp and filled with irritation. “JJ got into a fight at school”, she snapped. “And she refuses to talk to me about it. She only wants to talk to her daddy”.

Jensen rubbed his temple, clearly stressed. “I’m in Austin for a few more days, Danneel”.

“I know that”, Danneel shot back. “But she won’t calm down. You need to talk to her, even if it’s just over the phone”.

Jensen glanced at you apologetically. “Alright, put her on”, he said, trying to keep his voice calm.

Danneel huffed before handing the phone to JJ. A moment later, Jensen’s face softened as he spoke to his daughter. “Hey, sweetheart. What’s going on?”.

You watched as Jensen listened intently, his expression shifting from concern to tenderness as JJ explained the situation.

You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at how Jensen talked to his daughter. Despite his initial frustration and the interruption, his voice softened and filled with tenderness as he spoke to JJ. It was evident how much he cared for her and wanted to comfort her, even from a distance.

As you watched Jensen listen intently to JJ’s explanation, you realized how easily you could forget about his life outside of your time together. Over the last weeks, whenever the two of you talked on the phone or spent time together, it was just about you and him, wrapped up in your own world. You hadn’t often thought about the responsibilities and challenges he faced as a husband and a father.

Seeing him now, handling a parenting issue, brought a new perspective.

After a few minutes, Jensen managed to calm JJ down and assured her everything would be okay. He promised to talk more later and ended the call with a gentle, “I love you, JJ”.

He turned back to you, his expression a mix of weariness and gratitude. “Sorry about that”, he said, running a hand through his hair. “Parenting, huh?”.

You couldn’t help but respond with a bit of sarcasm, your eyes twinkling with humor. “Yeah, tell me about it”, you said, the obvious implication that you didn’t have kids making Jensen chuckle.

“Smartass”, he teased, his mood lightening as he relaxed into the moment.

You smiled warmly, feeling a genuine curiosity about his family. “Do you have photos of them?”, you asked, realizing that despite your growing closeness, you had never seen pictures of his kids.

Jensen’s eyes softened, and he pulled out his phone again. “Yeah, of course”, he said, swiping through his gallery before handing the phone to you.

You took the phone and looked at the screen, seeing a photo of Jensen with his kids. JJ was beaming up at him with a wide smile, her eyes sparkling with the same mischief you saw in Jensen’s. The twins were adorable, their innocent faces full of curiosity and joy.

You swiped through the pictures of his kids, smiling at their bright, happy faces. Each photo seemed to capture a moment of pure joy and love. As you continued scrolling, a picture of Jensen and a red-haired woman appeared on the screen, showing them standing in front of a harbor. You paused, your finger hovering over the image. Jensen sensed your hesitation and looked at the picture.

“That’s Danneel?”, you asked quietly, your voice laced with curiosity and a hint of uncertainty.

Jensen nodded. “Yeah, that’s her”, he said. “This was taken on summer last year”.

You noticed a subtle tension in his posture as he looked at the picture. It wasn’t hard to see the strain in his eyes, even in a photograph. Carefully, you chose your words, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “You look pretty… strained”, you said softly, your voice filled with empathy.

Jensen let out a sigh, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. “Yeah, it wasn’t a good day”, he admitted. “Danneel was constantly on edge. It was one of those times when everything just felt heavy”.

You nodded understandingly and handed Jensen back his phone, taking a moment to look at him. It struck you how different he appeared now compared to the person in that strained photograph. His demeanor was more relaxed, his smile genuine, and the tension seemed to have melted away.

As you observed him, Jensen chuckled softly. “You never googled me or checked on Instagram?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You chuckled nervously, feeling a bit embarrassed. “No, actually, I haven’t”, you admitted honestly. “Maybe I should?”.

Jensen shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Sure”, he said, his tone light. “Just don’t get too deep into the stuff that involves Danneel. Remember that most of it is just for publicity”.

You nodded, appreciating the heads-up. “Got it. I’ll take everything with a grain of salt”.

Jensen’s smile softened. “Good. There’s a lot of stuff out there, but just know that the real story is what we have here”, he said, gesturing between the two of you.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. “I trust you”, you replied sincerely.

Jensen gently pulled you by the waist against him, looking down at you with a soft, affectionate gaze. He leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips tender and warm against yours. When he finally pulled away, he looked at you with a questioning gaze, sensing there was something on your mind.

You hesitated for a moment, gathering your thoughts before speaking. “You mentioned that you and Danneel had been having affairs over the years”, you began carefully, your voice barely above a whisper. “Do you still have any… ongoing ones?”.

Your heart raced as you asked the question, unsure of how he would react. You wanted to know if he saw other girls besides you and his wife, but you didn’t want to voice it outright, feeling you had no right to expect anything exclusive. After all, you weren’t officially together.

Jensen’s eyes softened with understanding, and a small, cocky smile played on his lips. “Why would I need anyone else when I have you?”, he replied, his tone both sincere and teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of relief and warmth flooding through you. “Really?”, you asked, still needing a bit of reassurance.

Jensen nodded, his expression serious now. “Really. You’re all I need”, he said softly, his hand gently caressing your cheek. “I’m not interested in anyone else”.

You bit your lip, looking up at him with those big eyes that always made him weak. “And what about Danneel? You’re still…?”.

Jensen understood what you were asking. He sighed softly. “I haven’t slept with her in months”, he said, his voice firm and honest. “And I don’t intend to start again now. Sure, I need to kiss her at events and for photos, but that’s it”.

The thought of him kissing someone else made your stomach churn, but you pushed it aside, knowing you had no right to make any demands.

You hesitated again, gathering your courage before voicing another question that had been nagging at you. “Do you ever think you might catch feelings for her again?”, you asked softly. “I mean, you have kids and a past together and all of that…”.

Jensen pulled you closer, his arms wrapping securely around you. “I get why you’re asking”, he said gently. “But no, I don’t think that will happen. Our relationship has changed a lot over the years. We’ve both moved on in many ways”.

He paused, his eyes searching yours for a moment. “The connection we had is more about the kids and the history we share. It’s not about romantic feelings anymore. I care about her as the mother of my children, but that’s it”.

You nodded, feeling slightly more reassured but still needing to express your thoughts. “I just worry, you know? You have this whole life with her, and I don’t want to get in the way of that or cause any more complications”.

Jensen shook his head, his gaze steady and sincere. “You’re not in the way, and you’re not causing complications. If anything, you’ve been a source of clarity for me. You’ve made me realize what I want and what I don’t want in my life”.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing your cheeks. “I want to be with you”, he said firmly. “And I want to figure out how we can make this work”.

“I want that too”, you whispered.

Jensen smiled, his eyes filled with warmth and determination. “Good”, he said softly. “Because I’m not letting go of this. Not now, not ever”.

Even if you still didn’t label whatever you two had, it was clear that both of you wanted to make this work, in whatever way possible. You melted against Jensen, his big palms nearly covering your whole back as he pressed you against himself. With every touch, the feeling of you being made just for him grew stronger.

Jensen’s embrace was warm and secure, his presence a comforting anchor. His lips found yours again, the kiss deepening with an unspoken promise of commitment and affection. You felt a sense of belonging that was both new and exhilarating, as if you had finally found the missing piece of your life.

Breaking the kiss, Jensen rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “We’ll figure this out”, he murmured, his voice a soft reassurance. “No matter what, we’ll find a way”.

You nodded, your heart swelling with a mixture of emotions.

The rest of the morning was spent in a comfortable closeness, the conversation flowing easily between lighthearted topics and deeper discussions about your future. As the hours passed, the bond between you grew stronger, solidifying the unspoken understanding that whatever this was, it was worth fighting for.

When it was time for Jensen to head to his barber appointment, you walked him to the door, your fingers intertwined with his. “I’ll see you later?”.

Jensen smiled, squeezing your hand gently. “Definitely”, he replied, leaning down to give you a lingering kiss. “I’ll call you when I’m done”.

You watched him leave, feeling a sense of contentment and anticipation. Even without labels, the connection you shared felt undeniable and powerful, and you were ready to embrace whatever the future held.

After Jensen left, you decided to use the time to check his Instagram. As you scrolled through the posts, you couldn’t help but admire him further. Although he wasn’t extremely active on social media, he had a significant following and his fans adored him. Each post seemed to capture a different facet of his life, whether it was a behind-the-scenes look at his work, candid moments with friends, or snippets of his hobbies.

You tried to ignore the posts that included Danneel, but your curiosity got the better of you. You switched to her profile, wanting to understand more about her. As you browsed through her posts, it became clear that her primary focus was her family. Nearly every post was dedicated to Jensen and their kids, showcasing family outings, celebrations, and moments of joy. It seemed her job was indeed being Jensen’s wife and the mother of his children.

You felt a mix of emotions as you continued to scroll. On one hand, it was clear that their family life was an important and cherished part of their existence. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of insecurity and curiosity about how things had changed between them.

One particular post caught your eye—a family portrait taken on Christmas. They all looked happy, but now that you knew more about their situation, you couldn’t help but wonder what was happening behind the smiles. You reminded yourself of Jensen's words about the publicity and how things weren’t as they seemed.

Sighing, you closed the app and set your phone aside. It was easy to get lost in the curated world of social media, but you knew that the reality was far more complex.

Your thoughts drifted to the future, and the complexities of Jensen's life became more evident. It was clear why Danneel didn’t want to divorce Jensen, even though their marriage had been strained for a long time. Without him, she would lose financial stability, social status, and the relevance that came with being his wife. She hadn’t acted in movies or TV shows in years, and a divorce would likely render her life drastically different.

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of the situation. Why couldn’t things be simpler? Why wasn’t he already divorced or never married in the first place? This was one of the reasons you had always been wary of dating older men—they often came with a lot of baggage.

But then you thought about how Jensen looked at you, how he touched and held you, and how he kissed you. Your heart clenched with the realization of how deeply you had fallen for him. Despite all the complications and challenges, your feelings for him were undeniable and intense.

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. Love wasn’t supposed to be easy, you reminded yourself. It was supposed to be worth fighting for. And Jensen was worth it. The way he made you feel, the connection you shared—it was all worth the struggle.

You started tackling some chores around the apartment, beginning with the laundry. You sorted, folded, and put away clothes, your mind occasionally drifting to thoughts of Jensen and the time you would spend together later.

Next, you turned your attention to choosing outfits for the upcoming convention. You pulled out several options, laying them on the bed and considering how each one would look.

With the chores mostly done, you decided that Jensen could use a proper, delicious meal after the college-kid breakfast of cereal. You headed to the kitchen, feeling inspired to cook something special. You decided on a fresh risotto, a recipe you had learned during your teenage years in Italy. It was a dish you knew well and could make with confidence.

You gathered all the ingredients: Arborio rice, fresh vegetables, Parmesan cheese, white wine, and a rich broth. As you started cooking, the familiar scents of garlic and onions sautéing in olive oil filled the kitchen, bringing back fond memories of your time in Italy.

You poured the white wine into the pan, letting it sizzle and reduce before adding the rice. Slowly, you ladled in the broth, stirring patiently as the risotto began to take shape. The process was therapeutic, and you found yourself relaxing into the rhythm of cooking.

As the risotto neared completion, you added the final touches: freshly grated Parmesan, a pat of butter for extra creaminess, and a sprinkle of fresh herbs. You tasted a spoonful, satisfied with the rich, creamy texture and the perfect balance of flavors.

You set the table, plating the risotto. The kitchen looked cozy and inviting, the aroma of the freshly cooked meal filling the air.

Just as you were putting the finishing touches on the table, you heard the front door open and Jensen’s voice calling out. “Hey, I’m back!”.

You walked over to greet him, a smile spreading across your face. “Perfect timing. I made us a special dinn- fuck, you look hot”.

Your hands instantly caressed his freshly trimmed sides, feeling the soft, short hair beneath your fingertips. You marveled at how his new haircut made him look even more handsome, which you hadn’t thought was possible. The longer, neatly styled hair on top added a touch of sophistication and charm.

Jensen grinned, clearly pleased by your reaction. “You like it?”, he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I love it”, you replied, your voice filled with genuine admiration. “You look incredible”.

He leaned down to kiss you softly, his lips warm and inviting. “I think I like this kind of greeting”, he murmured against your lips before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “And you made us a special dinner?”.

You smiled, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen. “I hope you’re hungry”, you said.

Jensen’s eyes widened in appreciation as he took in the scene. “This looks amazing”, he said, "You really went all out”.

You grinned at Jensen’s compliment, feeling a rush of happiness at his appreciation. “It’s a recipe I learned during my time in Italy”, you explained proudly as you took your seat across from him. “I hope you like it”.

“Well, if it tastes half as good as it smells, then I’m in for a treat”, he said with a smile.

Deep down, you had cooked this meal for him because you felt a need to measure up to his wife. Though you tried to push those thoughts aside, they lingered at the back of your mind, nagging you with doubts. Unknown to you, Danneel rarely cooked and wasn’t particularly skilled at it either.

“This is incredible”, he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

“I’m glad you like it”, you replied, feeling a bit more confident.

Jensen’s eyes twinkled as he looked at you. “If you keep cooking like this, I might just get spoiled”, he teased.

You mumbled softly, trying to keep your tone light, “I guess I have to make up for being that bad on top”. You referred to the previous night, where Jensen had to guide you on how to ride him properly. You tried to make it sound like a joke, but deep down, it was nagging at your confidence.

Jensen’s expression softened immediately, sensing the insecurity in your voice. He set his fork dow. “Hey”, he said gently. “You were amazing. You have nothing to worry about”.

You put on a smile, not wanting to annoy him with any drama, and kept eating your risotto without saying anything in return. Despite his reassuring words, a small part of you still felt uncertain. The meal was delicious, and you tried to focus on enjoying it, but your thoughts kept drifting back to your insecurities.

Jensen watched you carefully, his eyes filled with concern. He could sense that you were still bothered, even though you were trying to hide it. He decided to give you a bit of space, allowing you to process your feelings without pushing too hard.

The two of you continued eating in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

Eventually, Jensen broke the silence with a soft, gentle tone. “You know, I thought it was actually pretty hot”, he said. “Being the first guy to have you on top? That’s pretty special. Plus, it shows that you haven’t spent your early twenties getting railed by half the city”.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, despite your lingering insecurities. “You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to feel bad”, you mumbled.

Jensen stood up, his chair scraping softly against the floor as he moved. You watched him curiously as he walked around the table and stopped behind you. Leaning down, his breath warm against your ear, he whispered, “I fucking mean it. And if you want to keep practicing, I’m more than up for it”.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of reassurance and desire. Before you could respond, Jensen straightened up and gently took both of your plates. He walked over to the dishwasher and placed them inside, moving with an easy confidence that made your heart swell.

You turned in your chair to face him, a small smile playing on your lips. “You’re really something, you know that?”, you said softly, feeling a warmth spread through you.

Jensen looked back at you, his expression tender. “I try”, he replied with a wink, then closed the dishwasher and walked back over to you.

He pulled you gently up from the chair, his hands grabbing your hips with a firm but tender grip. You could feel the warmth of his palms through your clothes, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Jensen’s eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

He leaned in, kissing your lips softly at first, then deepening the kiss as he pulled you closer. The world seemed to blur around you, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on yours. Slowly, his lips trailed down to your jaw, each kiss sending sparks of desire through you.

As he reached your ear, Jensen whispered, “Besides that, you have the best pussy I’ve ever fucked”. His voice was low and husky, each word carefully measured to elicit the maximum effect. He knew exactly how much it turned you on when he talked like that, and he was using it to full advantage.

Your breath hitched at his words, your body reacting instantly to the seductive timbre of his voice. You felt a rush of warmth pooling in your core, a testament to the effect he had on you. Jensen’s hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer against him.

He moved his hands from your hips to your back, sliding them up to gently massage your shoulders. The sensation was both soothing and arousing, a combination that left you craving more. Jensen’s lips continued their exploration, moving from your ear down to your neck, where he nibbled and kissed with deliberate tenderness.

You tilted your head back, giving him better access as a soft moan escaped your lips. The heat between you was palpable, every touch and kiss heightening the desire that simmered just below the surface.

Jensen groaned against your neck, his voice thick with arousal. “Those are some dangerous sounds, baby”, he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. His words sent another shiver of pleasure through you, making you press closer to him.

His hands roamed your back, finding their way under your shirt and pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion. He tossed it aside, his eyes darkening as they took in the sight of you. “You’re so damn beautiful”, he said, his voice a low growl filled with desire.

Your hands moved to his shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and sliding it off his shoulders. The feel of his warm skin against yours was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but run your hands over the hard planes of his chest. Jensen’s muscles rippled under your touch, his body responding eagerly to your caresses.

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. His hands moved to the clasp of your bra, deftly unhooking it and letting it fall away. Jensen’s lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, his kisses sending sparks of pleasure through you.

You moaned softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his sensual assault. Jensen’s hands found your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples and making you gasp.

Jensen’s touch was electric, every caress sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. His lips continued their journey down your collarbone, each kiss igniting a fire within you. His thumbs brushed over your nipples again, coaxing more soft moans from your lips.

He kissed lower, trailing his mouth down to your stomach, his hands sliding down to your hips. With a deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned your pants, his fingers teasingly brushing against your skin as he did so. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, your body aching for his touch.

Jensen slid your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your panties.

He was on his knees by now, his face right in front of the only thing left covering you—your panties. The intensity in his eyes made your pulse race. Your hands gripped the kitchen counter behind you to steady yourself as you looked down into his beautiful green eyes.

Jensen’s hands rested on your hips, his thumbs brushing gently against your skin, sending shivers through you. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss just above the waistband of your panties, his breath warm against your skin.

You gasped softly, your body responding eagerly to his touch. He continued to place gentle kisses along the edge of your panties, each one heightening your anticipation. His fingers hooked into the waistband, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he began to pull them down.

As the fabric slid down your legs, Jensen’s eyes never left yours, the connection between you growing even stronger. You stepped out of your panties, now completely exposed to him. His gaze traveled over your body, filled with admiration and desire.

Jensen leaned in, his lips brushing against your inner thigh, moving closer to your core. Your breath hitched in anticipation, your fingers gripping the counter tighter. He kissed his way up your thigh.

When his mouth finally reached your center, Jensen paused, his breath hot against your most sensitive skin. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race even faster.

Jensen’s hands caressed your thighs, his touch gentle yet possessive. He placed a few more teasing kisses before his tongue flicked out to taste you. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you let out a soft moan.

With a firm but gentle grip, Jensen lifted one of your thighs, hooking it over his shoulder. The movement pressed your pussy tighter against his face, allowing him even better access. The new angle intensified the sensation, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of you.

Your fingers dug into the counter behind you as Jensen’s tongue worked its magic, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks. The pressure and rhythm he maintained were driving you wild, each touch sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body.

Jensen’s free hand moved to your other thigh, holding you steady as he continued his sensual assault. The combination of his mouth and hands had you on the brink, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice trembling with need. “I’m so close”.

Your hands tangled in his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands, and in your heightened state, you pulled a little too hard. The tug made him groan against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

The sensation of his mouth and the feel of his groan against you were almost too much to bear. Your hips bucked involuntarily, pressing even closer to his mouth. Jensen responded with renewed intensity, his tongue moving faster and more insistently, driving you to the edge.

Your breath hitched, your body trembling with the imminent release. The combination of his skilled tongue and the primal connection you felt with him brought you right to the brink.

With one final, expertly placed flick of his tongue, you shattered. Your orgasm crashed over you in powerful waves, your body convulsing with the intensity of your climax. You cried out his name, your voice filled with pure ecstasy.

Jensen held you steady, his mouth never leaving you as he continued to draw out every last bit of your pleasure. Your hands tightened in his hair, holding him close as the waves of your orgasm slowly began to subside.

When you finally began to come down from the high, you were left breathless and trembling. Jensen gently lowered your thigh, his hands moving to support you as he stood up, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.

He kissed you deeply, his lips warm and soft against yours, sharing the taste of your desire. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you returned the kiss with equal fervor. The intensity of the moment was matched only by the depth of the connection you felt with him.

As you both stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, Jensen pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your lips. “Turn around”, he ordered softly, his voice a mixture of command and desire.

You felt a shiver of anticipation run through you at his words. Slowly, you turned around, your hands finding the edge of the kitchen counter for support. Jensen’s hands traced down your sides, his touch gentle but firm as he positioned you just how he wanted.

You could hear the sound of Jensen unbuckling his belt behind you. Your breath quickened, and you felt a rush of excitement as his hands returned to your hips, his touch firm and commanding.

Jensen’s fingers brushed against your skin as he guided you into position, his body pressing against yours. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire evident in every movement. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

Slowly, Jensen entered you, the sensation overwhelming and intensely pleasurable. The initial stretch was intense, your body still sore from the previous night, but the arousal coursing through you was too powerful to let the discomfort stop you. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan as he filled you completely.

Jensen sensed your tension, his hands soothingly caressing your sides. “You okay?”, he murmured.

You nodded, gripping the edge of the counter more tightly. “I’m fine”, you breathed out, your voice trembling with both pain and pleasure. “Just… keep going”.

Jensen pulled out slowly, his touch gentle and measured, before thrusting right back inside you. The movement was deliberate, meant to balance between pleasure and the lingering soreness. His grip on your hips tightened, a silent testament to the restraint he was exercising.

Each thrust sent waves of sensation through you, the initial pain gradually melting into a deep, throbbing pleasure. The rhythm he set was slow and steady, allowing your body to adjust and revel in the intimate connection.

Jensen’s fingers dug into your hips, his breath hot against your ear. “You feel so good”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So fucking perfect”.

You moaned softly, pressing back against him, the pleasure building with each thrust. The combination of his gentle yet powerful movements and the undeniable chemistry between you heightened every sensation, making your body hum with need.

Jensen’s thrusts, though gentle, were incredibly deep, each one hitting your sweet spot with precision. The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure radiating through your body with every movement. You felt your knees grow weak, and in a desperate attempt to stay upright, you pressed your cheek against the cool countertop, using it to steady yourself.

Jensen’s grip on your hips remained firm, guiding you as he continued his rhythmic thrusts. The way he moved, so controlled and deliberate, drove you wild with need.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through you.

“I’m right here”, he groaned, his voice filled with a mix of desire and reassurance.

You could feel your body straining, the soreness and the intensity of his thrusts making it hard to catch your breath. “Jensen”, you gasped again, your voice a mix of pleasure and a hint of desperation, “I don’t know if I can handle much more”.

Sensing your need for a moment to regroup, Jensen’s hands moved soothingly over your hips. “Just relax”, he urged gently, his voice steady and calming. “I’ve got you”.

He slowed his movements, his thrusts becoming even more deliberate and controlled, giving you time to adjust and breathe. The change in pace allowed you to savor each sensation, the pleasure mingling with the remnants of your earlier soreness in a heady mix.

You focused on his voice, letting his words wash over you as you tried to relax into the rhythm. “That’s it”, he murmured, his hands still caressing your skin. “Just feel it”.

Jensen couldn’t help but marvel at how well you took him, his surprise and admiration evident in his touch. Each time he entered you, he could feel the way your body stretched to accommodate his size, a sensation that drove him wild with desire. The tightness, the way you enveloped him completely, was beyond anything he had ever experienced.

Jensen stilled for a moment, his body pressed tightly against yours. He leaned down and began to kiss your shoulders, his lips warm and soothing against your skin. His touch was meant to help you relax, to bring you back from the edge of discomfort and into a space where you could fully enjoy the connection between you.

However, as Jensen shifted his weight to better reach your shoulders, he unintentionally pushed even deeper inside you. The sensation made you shudder, your legs trembling as the pleasure surged through your body. Jensen could feel the way your body responded, the way you tightened around him.

The knowledge that he could make you feel this way, that he could bring you to the edge with just his touch, filled him with a heady mix of desire and satisfaction. He loved how he could weaken you out with just his dick, how he could make you lose control in his arms.

Jensen’s hands moved to your hips, holding you steady as he began to move again. His thrusts were slow and deep, each one hitting a new depth that made you gasp. The pleasure was intense, your body trembling with each movement, your legs barely able to support you.

His hands moved down to caress your ass, his touch both tender and possessive. “You take me so well”, he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Jensen’s hands squeezed your ass cheeks roughly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. The combination of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, making you gasp and moan with each squeeze. You could feel the imprint of his hands on your skin, a physical reminder of his possession and desire.

Jensen’s pace increased slightly, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The intensity of his movements, combined with the roughness of his grip, drove you closer to the edge. Your breaths came in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure built within you, your body trembling with the effort to stay upright.

His voice, low and husky, whispered praises in your ear. “You feel so good, so tight around me”.

Jensen could sense how close you were, feeling your body tighten around his throbbing length inside you.

He continued his deep, urgent thrusts. His hands remained firmly on your ass, kneading and squeezing with a mix of possessiveness and admiration. He reveled in the way you trembled beneath him, your gasps and moans spurring him on.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?”, Jensen murmured, his voice husky with need. He tilted his hips slightly, angling his thrusts to hit your sweet spot more directly. His movements became more precise.

Your breath hitched, your entire body on edge as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. The combination of his deep penetration, his commanding touch, and his intoxicating words pushed you right to the brink.

“Yes”, you gasped, barely able to form words as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you. “Jensen, I’m… I’m…”.

He silenced you with a rough tug on your hair, pulling your back flush against his chest. The sudden movement intensified the sensations, your body reacting to the dual assault of pleasure and pain. Jensen’s grip on your hair was firm but controlled, his breath hot and ragged against your ear.

As he thrust deeply one last time, you felt him spill himself inside you, the warmth of his release filling you completely. His deep groan resonated in your ear, a sound of pure, primal satisfaction that sent shivers down your spine. The combination of his voice, the tug on your hair, and the sensation of him coming inside you pushed you over the edge.

Your body convulsed in his arms, your climax crashing over you in intense waves. Jensen held you tightly, his own body trembling with the force of his release.

As the intensity of your orgasms began to subside, Jensen loosened his grip on your hair, his hands moving to gently caress your sides. He pressed soft, soothing kisses to your neck and shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring.

You both stood there for a moment, catching your breath and savoring the afterglow. Jensen’s hands continued to caress your sides, his touch tender and loving. He pressed a few more soft kisses to your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“The way you come”, he mumbled against your ear, his voice filled with admiration and satisfaction, “it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”.

You chuckled breathlessly, holding on to his forearms to steady yourself. His body pressed tightly against yours. You could feel him still throbbing inside you, slowly growing soft again.

Jensen’s hands slid up to your shoulders, his touch gentle as he helped you stand more upright. “You okay?”, he asked.

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Yeah, I’m more than okay”, you replied, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

He kissed your forehead, a gesture that made your heart swell with affection. “Good”, he said softly. “Let’s get you cleaned up”.

He pulled away reluctantly, easing himself out of you with a soft groan. You both felt the loss of connection immediately, but the warmth and intimacy between you remained.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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[the-prettiest-teardrop]

BUNNY

Pairing- Coriolanus Snow x District 12!fem!reader

Warnings- Toxic Snow, kinda OOC, Allusion to smut, hickeys, pain.

A/N- Sorry this is so short, I was a little unmotivated, but there will be a part 2!

You were nothing more than a toy to Coriolanus, a filthy District 12 girl with no meaning to him other than a toy used for pleasure. He reminded himself of this constantly, even as he dragged you back into his bunk, saying he just couldn’t sleep alone that night.

Now you were lying in his bunk in the barracks, sweat-slicked back against his own warm chest. His large hands wrapped around to massage at your lower stomach and waist, an attempt to take away the soreness he had inflicted. 

“Don’t start thinking you’re special, bunny.” He murmurs, deep down, he knew it was a lie, you were special, so special to him. He brought you closer, burying his face in the nape of your neck, leaving sweet kisses that made his previous comment seem invalid.

“I don’t, Coryo.” You whisper, you were more than aware of your place. Even with your knowledge of that, you couldn’t help but long for more, for a life with him that exceeded what any man you had met previously could give you. If it had been any other time, Coriolanus would be snapping at you for using his nickname, but in this moment, it felt fitting.

“Bunny, would you want to join me at the lake tomorrow?” He questions softly, trailing a finger across one of the many deep purple marks that he so adored littering your body with.

“Coryo, are you sure?” It was something so out of character for him, you would accept in a heartbeat though. You had grown fond of him, despite how rude he could often be, you relished the moments where he stroked your thighs softly, whispered sweet things into your ear. Even if it was all a rouse, something said just to keep you happy enough to stay, it felt good to hear.

“I’m sure, I want you there.” He whispers, almost as if he was scared to admit it. He rubs a hand along the length of your shoulders, savoring the warmth of your skin.

“Then I’ll be there.” You murmur, reaching a hand up to tug one of his down, grasping it gently. He was content to let you hold it, savoring the moment. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be falling for you like this, but here he was, holding your hand, curled up in bed with you.

The next day, you found yourself at the lake with him, giggling as you watched him undress. You were already in the lake, shoulders deep in the cool water. His smile conveyed something more than the lack of affection, the near hatred, he seemed to display toward you. 

Once he joined you in the lake, he pulled you into his arms, your back to the toned planes of his chest. He could feel you shivering, and as much as he told himself not to care, he couldn’t.

“Dove- I mean- bunny, are you cold?” He mentally curses himself for trying to call you by that pet name. Dove was something reserved for someone pure, someone perfect, not a filthy district girl.

“Y- yes Coryo, the lake isn’t quite as warm as the air.” Your teeth chatter, making your speech slightly more clunky than it would normally be.

“Let me warm you up then, bunny.” He tugs you closer, rubbing your arms with his large, calloused hands.

Coriolanus snaps awake, looking around to see his wife asleep beside him. It had been the fifth time he had dreamed about you that week. He knew he shouldn’t, you were some girl from his past, and he was now president, laying beside his wife in bed. Despite all that, despite how gorgeous his wife was, no one could compare to you. He tried to get his mind off you, but nothing worked, so instead, he wrote you a note.

“Dearest Bunny,

I’m sure you won’t read this letter, whether it doesn’t get to you, or whether you do not care to read it. I’m sure you are aware of my presidency, meaning you are also aware of the presence of my wife. Despite her, I find myself dreaming about you and the time we spent together during my peacekeeping years. If it is at all possible, I’d love to see you, to hold you, even though it could ruin my reputation. 

Regards,

President Snow

Coryo.”

He addressed it to the residence you had lived at when he had been there, figuring you hadn’t left. He discreetly sent it out, and as much as he told himself it didn’t matter, he was desperate for you to respond.

Two weeks later, Coriolanus hadn’t forgotten about the letter, and his heart pounded in his chest as a servant handed him an envelope, with your name on it.

“Dearest Coryo,

I was elated to see your note, and the news of your presidency wasn’t a surprise to me. I would love to see you, as I’ve found myself thinking about you frequently as well. If for any reason, you are coming to district 12 soon, I would be more than happy to visit with you, even for a night.

Your Dearest,

Y/N”

The note smelled of the rose balm you had used as perfume, a scent that brought him back, and the sight of your lips marking the bottom corner of the page a deep red sent his heart pounding.

Coriolanus was quick to start planning, figuring out a way to visit you without making anyone seem suspicious. 

After a bit of planning with his wife and other capitol officials, a plan to visit district 12 in the attempt to make him look charitable was set.

[vikkirosko]

hello, I would like stolas, fizz, sir pentious, ozzie and andrealphus to share their first kiss with a shy s/o female

Headcanons First kiss

🐍Sir Pentious x fem!Reader 🎩

Sir Pentious was a man of the old school. For him, relationships were a difficult topic and when he fell in love with you, quiet and shy, he was embarrassed to tell you about his feelings. It was something very important to him. That's why he's been preparing for this for a long time, not wanting to screw it up

When he finally got up the courage and confessed to you, he was very nervous, but he was even more nervous when he was going to kiss you. Things like kissing were something important to him, and he was mentally preparing for this step with a person he was genuinely in love with

Your first kiss lasted only a few seconds, but he was sure he could hear his heartbeat. He was afraid that you would hear this sound, but after a second he realized that it was not only his heart that was beating at such a fast rhythm. He saw the blush appear on your cheeks and felt his own cheeks burn with embarrassment, but despite this, there was a happy smile on his lips

That kiss meant a lot to both of you. It was a special and important moment in your relationship. Sir Pentious was going to cherish this memory in his heart

🦉 Stolas x fem!Reader 🎩

As a child, Stolas dreamed that his first kiss would be with the one he loves. However, in reality, everything turned out to be much more complicated than he imagined. He did not consider kissing Stella as such, because he did not love her. When he met you, he fell in love with you, but Stolas understood that if he started dating you, you could end up in a dangerous position because of his wife. That's why he kept his feelings to himself, right up to the divorce

He confessed his feelings to you after he filed for divorce. He hoped you wouldn't be in danger now. Stolas knew how shy you were, so he was in no hurry to do anything so as not to embarrass or scare you, for which you were grateful to him. He was already glad that you could communicate freely, hold hands and spend time together

When he finally decided to kiss you, he quietly asked for your permission to kiss. You were embarrassed but nodded, smiling at him tenderly. When Stolas kissed you, he felt something he could only dream of before. His heart was fluttering. For the first time in so many years, he felt happy during a kiss

Stolas was sure that you would be happy together. His feelings for you were sincere and he knew that those feelings were mutual. Next to you, he sincerely smiled, he laughed, he felt alive and hoped that nothing would destroy your happiness, which he had been waiting for so long

🦚 Andrealphus x fem!Reader ❄️

You and Andrealphus were engaged by the decision of your families. At first, he treated it solely as a business relationship. You weren't what he expected. You were kind, quiet and shy. Andrealphus took a while to get used to you. When you got a little older, he realized that he had feelings for you. It was the first time he was really happy that you were engaged

Andrealphus has started to show you much more attention than before. Now you really looked like a couple from the outside. His attention to you made you feel embarrassed. Seeing your embarrassed expression, he couldn't help but smile a little. He liked to embarrass you

Andrealphus kissed you when he noticed that you began to see him as a friend rather than a future spouse, which could not but annoy him. When you were alone, he took your face in his hands and kissed you. Andrealphus quickly noticed how your face turned red with embarrassment and when he pulled away, he whispered to you that you should not forget who you are to each other

It was obvious to him that this was your first kiss. It was your first kiss together. Andrealphus was pleased that he had achieved the result he expected and now he was determined not to let you forget that very soon you were going to formalize your relationship officially

🐓 Asmodeus x fem!Reader 💕

Asmodeus has known you for many years. You stood out from other lust ring residents because you were a shy and quiet person. Asmodeus liked it. It was as if he could feel a breath of fresh air. He liked you and he didn't hide it

You often sat with Ozzie in his office while he was working. You helped him with various documents to make his work easier. He liked the fact that thanks to you, he could actually have time to relax and you had more opportunities to communicate

When you stayed late at his office, he thanked you for your help. He decided to do something special and came closer to you. He saw a blush appear on your cheeks and couldn't resist. He put his hand on your cheek and kissed you on the lips. He knew that this was definitely your first kiss, which made him even more happy

Ozzie would like you to get closer. He took the first step towards you, showing you that he cares about you. You aroused a lot of warm feelings in him that he didn't tell anyone about. He knew it might seem unusual to others, but Asmodeus was really in love with you and he hoped it was mutual

🎪 Fizzarolli x fem!Reader 💟

You and Fizzarolli have known each other since childhood. You lived in the circus together, but unlike him, you were shy and quiet, and preferred to work behind the scenes. You chatted a lot and he enjoyed spending time with you. Fizzarolli was in love with you but was too shy to tell you about it. He enjoyed spending time with you. Next to you, his heart sang

You helped him prepare for a new circus act, but he was wrong and because of this he was even more embarrassed next to you. You went up to him to make sure he wasn't hurt by the fall. You asked him about what was so preoccupying his mind. He was silent for a few seconds, after which he finally decided and told you everything as it is. He told you about his feelings and, in a fit of emotion, he kissed you

It was the first kiss for both of you and Fizzarolli felt his heart pounding. You didn't push him away, and that gave him hope that his feelings were mutual. He sincerely wanted to believe that your relationship had a chance

Fizzarolli hoped that what happened would not create awkwardness between you. He hoped that you would be happy together and the last thing he wanted to do was lose you because he was too impulsive and confessed his feelings to you so abruptly

[r3starttt]

LIPSTICK ON THE GLASS

Prt. 1

CW: blood. detailed killing. knife kink. breeding kink. praise kink. use of strap. spanking. choking. mama. angel. babe. baby.

Oh, but nothing seems inviting

Except the image of your open arms calling back to me

I’ll take you back

It’s been years since the first time you ever killed anyone. Years since you and your now wife first killed someone together. Years since you stopped having contact with anyone else that wasn’t her. No family, no friends besides the one you shared with Ellie, no more college or job either.

Not because she made you do it, but because your life had always felt way too overwhelming for you. Because your parents were the reason you had to depend on a scholarship, and your friends tried everything ti become extremely closer to you once they knew about Ellie.

Because going to college was just to have a piece of paper that proved you were worth the try. And because your whole life was with the only purpose of painting forever and gaining enough money to disappear one day.

So now with Ellie and the money and the power and the perfect life, there was nothing else to do than enjoy it and take the anger on random unfortunate people until it fade away completely.

You’d eventually get used to the killing, the stabbing, the screams. All the dirty that came with it, and also the good sex that usually waited for you after that as a reward.

However you never got used to the blood, you’d always zone out the moment there was blood coming out of people’s bodies. You’d stop hearing their voices and only focus on the sounds coming from your body, your breathing, your footsteps, your heartbeat.

And Ellie knew.

She’d insist that it wasn’t a huge impediment since she’ll never let you kill anyone on your own but you wanted to forget. You wanted to get over it. You wanted to not feel disgusted by the blood that would always end up covering your body, by the smell and the taste.

“Here” her green half lidded eyes almost piercing your own as she handled you her blade “I want you to stab them right here, mhm?” her long hands cupped your own, closing the one with the blade and positioning it right in front of your chest. You nodded, not taking your gaze from hers for even a second.

“Take it easy, you’re getting better” her lips pressed on your temple, embracing your body with warmness “I will” you were so agitated already, your voice sounded almost as sigh.

But it’s not fear or nervousness, it’s frustration. You don’t feel like getting any better at this and it feels like such a waste of time. And it troubles you so much that it is because, what if you get to be a burden to Ellie for the rest of your life.

Ellie’s hands moved to the sides of your arms, stepping away from you but not letting you go yet “He’s one of Joel’s guys so make it painful…. and concentrate on it” you just nod again.

You’ve been practicing with a bunch of random people Ellie’s family was troubled with. Men that owed them money, people they wanted to take revenge on for whatever shit had happened before you met them, people that tried to take advantage of them or underestimated them. And it put more pressure on you but you’d still try your best.

When she finally lets you go you walk towards the tied man in front of you. He had bruises all over his body, his face and chest both covered with a mix of spit and blood. Eyes bloody and almost too swollen to even see you. Broken lips with strains of saliva coming down on them.

“What did you do to them?” you bended to be at his height. hands resting on your knees and face slightly tilted. “kill me” he could barely speak “not until you tell me why you’re here” your hands moved the blade to his throat. resting the knife on it and pressing it softly against his skin “I’ll make it quick, just tell me what you did”

He took a moment before answering. his chest moved so heavily and he struggled so much to speak you feared he could die before you’d kill him properly. “money” and just as he spoke, you took a deep breath and moved your hand to his chest, pressing the knife slowly.

The loud scream he let out right next to your ear helped you focus. the sensation of the knife getting inside his body and passing through the clothes felt just right, almost as if it was your own hand.

The sound the body made as the knife went trough the skin was pure satisfaction to you, the blood sounded just fresh and the muscles crisped deliciously.

When the knife finally disappeared on his body you took it out, it naturally came out slowly too. And you repeated the process until there was a loud whistle basics blinding you.

You were trying so hard to stay focused on his voice and the feeling of his body. you didn’t even realize your hands weren’t moving anymore.

You could see Ellie’s tattooed hand taking the blade from you, slowly and carefully. Her grip tightened on her knife and stabbed the man straight to his throat. All the blood coming out of him soaking her almost completely.

“Whenever you can’t handle it anymore, stab them here” the knife of the blade pressed on the side of your throat, slowly moving down your neck until she finally saved it in the pocket at the back of her pants.

Her hand moved over your lips, pressing her thumb against them to remove the blood. You were breathless.

The moment you turned your face towards Ellie, she opened her arms for you.

Her long black coat slowly darkening even more by all the fresh blood on bit of your bodies. Her head resting on yours as her hands rubbed your back. It reminded you so much of the first time you ever did something like this, it made you smile.

“You did so good babe, so good” her voice sent shivers to you whole body. Your face was suddenly moved by her hands, making you look at her and pressing your lips with hers on a soft and short tender kiss “Let’s go home mhm?” you nodded.

“I heard a whistle” you were now home, she was taking of her shoes and placing them at the very entrance “that’s why I stopped, it was painful” she removed her coat, letting it fall on the floor “don’t think much about it, maybe you got anxious” her voice always came out so tender and seer whenever she spoke to you, it made you crave her every time.

“Come here” your arms wrapped her body, grabbing her neck to pull her closer and pressing your lips on hers. Tongues dancing just perfectly and her cold hands getting under your shirt, gently positioning them on your back and sending shivers all over your body.

An almost inaudible moan escaped her mouth in between the kiss and her hands traveled from your lower back to your bra, undoing it almost immediately and taking it off for you. Her lips went down your neck, leaving wet kisses on every inch of it.

You took off her shirt and she helped you take yours as well. She was probably craving you more than you were craving her by the way she undressed both of you.

Every kiss she gave you made her feel the wetness forming on her strap almost too overwhelming. She had definitely planned this, but how could she not if the way your body covered in blood was the most delightful sight she could ever have. How could she not want to eat you alive if the way you looked at her when she pressed her knife into your skin made her feel so hungry and desperate.

She sweared she could feel the strap as if it was her own body. The way it pressed just right on her when she kissed you. The way your hands played with it. She needed you

Her kisses became hungrier every second that passed by, walking you too the living room and sitting you on her lap right on top of the couch. Her legs spreading making the strap press right in between your clothed folds. Making a mess of you so quickly.

Both of you had your hands everywhere around the other’s body. You trying to pull Ellie closer to you breasts as she sucked them, hungry. And her hands cupping your ass, spanking it whenever you tried to rub yourself on her.

Your blood covered bodies pressing desperately against each other. Craving for more, desperately.

She moves away from your tit, kissing your nipple one last time as there’s still a string of split connecting her lips to your body “Get on your knees” she spanks your ass before softly hitting your thighs, making you hurry.

You slowly moved away from her lap, getting on your knees and pressing your legs together in a poor attempt of making the heat in your cunt less painful. She moved her right hand to the back of your head, intertwining her fingers with your hair and pulling you closer to her strap.

“Look at me mama, mhm?” she sounded so desperate, so out of breath already.

You obeyed, getting your tongue outside your mouth as you got closer and staring at her eyes. Once the tip was inside your mouth she pulled you in and out as she pleased. Making you gag whenever it was too deep and spreading spit all over you whenever she took it out.

You felt your underwear pooling at every move she made you do, so one of your hands tried to carefully rub your needy clit. Making yourself moan and whimper at everything going on in your body.

“I want your hands on my knees, you’ll get what you want baby” her hands pressed your head deeper, caressing your hair delicately when she heard you choke on her strap.

You’d just made yourself more wet and desperate for more, however you moved your hand from your clit, placing both your arms and hands on Ellie’s tights and moving them up and down. from her knees to the sides of her ass.

“That’s it…. that’s it mama, so good” the way your mouth made the strap press on her cunt was driving her crazy, making her whimper at every thrust.

Your teary face covered with spit, blood and sweat and the way you looked at her with the most precious puppy eyes convinced her to slow her rythim. until she finally pulled you away.

“You look so fucking good right now” a chuckle escaped her mouth, you saw her searching for someone until she finally got closer to you again. Her lips tasted so good against yours, her tongue went into your mouth almost instantly and so did yours. And your lips were pressing so hard against each other you jumped at the sudden feel of something cold running over your body.

She manspreaded on the couch, looking at your almost completely naked body and pressing her knife through all of it.

All over your arms, on your neck, jawline and clavicle. Down your breasts and on top of your nipples, on your stomach and over the hem of your panties. Spreading the blood over your whole body.

You could only look at her with the most lustful eyes ever. And her hands could only run along your body.

You felt the knife pressing on top of your cunt, up and down your folds making you whimper Ellie’s name, she looked so hungry of you.

She spanked your wetness with the knife, gently, making her smile at the obscene sticky sound that came with it “tell me what you want” “I want you to fuck me” you showed no hesitation and neither did she, both desperate for making the other scream and not stop until none of you could take it anymore. Hungry for pleasure and tasting the other.

She placed you on the couch, removing the last piece of underwear that was still left on your body. Your cotton pantries drenched in your slick.

Her hands got tight on your legs, bending one on top of you and placing the other one on top of her shoulder, pressing her lips against it. You could feel your walls clenching around the strap, slowly moving inside you and hitting just the right spot.

Ellie started to thrust, her strap in and out your cunt making the both of you moan loudly. She could swear she was filling it and you could come just by all the overstimulation you’d already got, but both were containing as much as you could, both so starved and desperate for each other.

She started to speed her movements. You could feel a knot of pleasure growing in your stomach, trying your best to ignore it until it got painful.

Her free hand traveled around your body, from your slightly open mouth to your breasts, pitching and circling your nipples. then to your stomach, pressing it until she felt how you tried to squeeze your legs. Making small circles around your puffy clit as you stared at her with the must pretty doe eyes she could ever see.

“feel so good around me, angel” her hands let go of your legs, spreading the wetness of your clit all the way up to your stomach “gonna let me fuck a baby into you, Mhm?” they got tight around your neck, chocking you just enough to make you feel and overwhelming wave of pleasure “gonna let me stuff you and make you a real mama? Yeah?” you couldn’t even speak properly so a nod was enough for both.

And she repeated her movements until none of you could take it anymore. your hands moved to her abs, trying to push her away. but she just thrust harder, deeper and faster on you until a drown out moan came out of your now plump lips.

She kept moving in and out of you until the white ring around her strap was slicking over your now free thighs all the way to your ass.

Her hands moved away from your neck as she also removed the strap out of you, smearing your slick around your cunt before taking the strap off of her.

“C’mon babe, gotta get clean” her lips pressed gently in your forehead, grabbing your hands so you could stand up. You were still trying to catch your breath and your legs weren’t ideally stable, but you’ll manage to get up.