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yxami · 6 months

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I’m behind I know, I’m rushing 😓😓

desc: yandere victim x kidnapper reader, more of him kidnapping you at this point, and happy nut November 2, nsfw, all consensual, mentions of obsession, overstimulation, edging, etc

Recently, you’ve allowed Lawrence to roam around in your home, he has yet to run out the door and claim freedom. Honestly, you’re not even bothering to put any of the keys in a remote place like you used to when you had no trust in this… relationship?

Kidnappship? Whatever it was, it was odd but it somehow worked.

Ren would cook all the meals you’d have throughout the day, acting as a house husband rather than a past victim of kidnapping, if anything you were the hostage. He was able to snitch you out at any time if he ever got bored of the routine he established.

Your coworkers truly believed you managed to tie someone down, judging from all the sticky notes that were with a series of packed lunches, something you have never brought before. Usually it was just a sandwich from whatever place was close by.

“Good luck at work honey, I miss you already! Heart heart?” Your coworker read out loud, grin growing as they continue to poke fun with how you’ve been bringing packed lunches with notes, and the words never repeated, each day it was a new confession.

“Shut up” You’d roll your eyes, always denying any sort of suggestion that you were with someone, even though Lawrence was always ready to act like the two of you were dating.

“Whaddya’ mean I can’t pack notes anymore? You don’t like them?” He immediately feels his heart crumble against this small rejection, he holds his chest as if you’ve stabbed him.

“It’s just.. my coworkers think I have a partner and I don’t need them snooping in my personal life” You groan, already knowing he was going to be either mad or throwing a crying fit over this.

Your mind bounced on whether you should read his diary tonight to see if he was going to hold a grudge.

“They shouldn’t be interested in your personal life anyways! I want them to know that you’re taken by me” He pushes his pink lips into a slight frown, reminding you how pretty he looks even when he’s upset with you.

“Ren you know I’m not in love with you right?” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, hoping you wouldn’t have to dive into another conversation about how this was just about ransom and not something like his delusions.

But you already know he’s accepted that you love him even if you deny deny deny, so you’ve recently given up on those talks.

“I know you are, stop trying to make me upset, you know I don’t like it when you lie” He crosses his arms, tempted to jump into yours like he always does, even when you’re the reason he’s upset, but he’s convinced himself that he can last longer.

“Fine, I do, but can you just stop with the notes?” You curl your arm behind the small of his back, leaning against him as he presses himself against the kitchen counter.

“Hmm” He hums, enjoying your loving touch, hugging your lower back as he rests his chin on the top of your head. “Okay, but it’s not fair if I don’t get something in return” He backs up his upper body a bit to let you see his pitiful puppy pout in order to get you to agree.

He’s found that this tactic works well, and he’s managed to use it about 5 times instead of verbally begging like he usually does, he’s been keeping track.

“Alright, what do you want? More cooking supplies? Cuddles?”

He shakes his head.

“Free access to my phone for an hour?” You tilt your head, assuming that would work since he loves to check on whatever you do, of course with your permission, most of the times anyways..

He hums disapprovingly, which has you guessing of what he could possibly want since those were his favorite things in the entire world, all of them placing 2nd while you were his 1st.

“I want to.. be closer with you” He mumbles hesitantly, looking more red than his usual tint of blush when he’s teased or flustered.

“What did you want to start sleeping in the same bed?” You say casually, even though you should probably establish boundaries with someone you claim to not be your partner and just a temporary roommate.

But it’s a little too late for that, you’ve gotten attached to having him around, cooking you your food and such, but you wouldn’t accept that until later.

“No I mean like being together.. the way couples do” He squirms around, fiddling with his hands in his lap, something he always does when he’s upset. There’s a whiny tone in his voice, a bit exasperated from anxiety at having to explain further.

“Are you trying to say fuck?” You state without any nervousness that Ren would insist you need.

He nods quickly.

You’re asking yourself how you got into this situation but you could’ve said no at any time, you could even kick him out and tell him that you need space so there wasn’t a chance for him to get mad if you had a reason.

And you knew he wasn’t the type to go and tattle on you to his parents, if you had to guess then he’d likely just beg to come back rather than throw an angry fit and get you locked up, that would be out of character for him if he did.

But you make excuses, plenty of them to ignore the feelings you’ve been hiding for awhile now.

“Please don’t go so fast” He looks up with tears threatening to spill, holding onto your skin so tightly you think it could bruise. You run your hands down his sides, calming him down from his high, just to have him drunk on the unexplainable feeling once again.

“M’ goin at a normal pace, you’re just so sensitive” You hum, pumping his cock with your hand, slowly teasing at the veins by tracing them softly with your fingers. He lets out a throaty whine, knowing you were right but being too distracted to agree.

He bucks his hips into your palm, trying to satisfy his own greedy need for your touch even when he’s so overstimulated. “When.. when can I be inside of you?” He whispers, rubbing his tears away that finally ran down his face.

“I thought this was already too much for you to handle?” You tease at how just a few minutes ago he was pleading that your hand on his cock was too much for his perverted mind.

“Not anymore.. please?” He begs, sitting up to kiss at your jaw and lips, biting your bottom lip as he pleads with a few more whispers.

“If you say so” You giggle, already knowing he was going to be telling you to slow down soon enough. He helps you by lining his sensitive head right at your hole, easily slipping in as you lower yourself onto him. He could feel your slick insides welcome him with ease and he couldn’t help himself but thrust up.

You bite down on your shirt that you have yet to remove, not allowing a surprised whimper or sound to be let out. Lawrence notices it quickly and pouts, moving his hands to clasp around your hips as he helps you bounce on his cock.

“You’re really warm” He comments, feeling his face heat up as his mind finally picks up on the fact that the two of you are fucking. Something he’s dreamed about since day one of being here, and it’s nothing like he’s imagined.

You’re softer, and tighter, and there’s a little whimper you let out whenever his cock bottoms out right where the head of his cock can push against a sensitive spot deep inside you.

Everything’s different than he imagined, and he loves everything about it.

Once you gained your composure you pick up the pace, moving your hips to tease and thrust his cock inside, and the flustered expression left on his face from how good you felt had you more motivated to ruin him.

“I’m all yours, you’re so nice to me, I love you” He continued to prattle, insistent on making sure you know exactly how he feels right now. He needs to let you know, he’s fumbling over his words even more when you run your hands down his chest.

You weren’t sure whether it was his cock or him as person making you whisper reciprocating confessions against his neck as you kiss his skin. “I love you too..” You mumble, feeling embarrassed at the vulnerable moment. Lawrence perks up and pounds into you faster than he’s ever done in the last few minutes.

“S—say that again? Please? Cmon, what did you say?” He pants, desperate to hear your sweet words, he could’ve sworn he heard you say I love you, something he’s wanted to hear for so long.

“I didn’t say anything..!” You look away, cursing at yourself internally for giving this idiot the satisfaction of finally having his love reciprocated after so much of you being in denial.

“I heard you say it, please” He complains, needing to heard those three words leave your lips, and he’s certain he’ll heard them again soon enough.

Even if it takes multiple rounds

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 4 months

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The Danger Zone (Part 18) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 3.9k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY.

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Military Inaccuracies; Medical Inaccuracies; Crying; Angst; Family Drama; Deployments; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: You try to adapt to life without Jake beside you anymore.

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Dear Jake,

You probably haven’t even reached the aircraft carrier yet. You might even still be on the ground in Miramar. But I couldn’t wait. I miss you. You’ve been gone for less than five hours, and I already miss you so much. I'm not saying that to try and make you feel bad, but because it's the only thing on my mind now.

Everyone offered to take me out today to try and distract me, but I declined. I think that I just want some time to myself. I honestly don't even want to get out of bed. Maybe I’ll do some cleaning. Or who knows? Maybe I’m an accomplished knitter who hasn’t discovered her talent yet. Or maybe I’ll bake again. I don’t know.

Also, all of the tee shirts you left behind are now mine. Sorry, it’s just wife rules. You shouldn’t have married me and knocked me up if you didn’t want me to steal your stuff.

I miss you. I love you. And so does our little girl. Come home safe, Lieutenant Commander. That’s an order.

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I went back to work today. Everyone tried to talk to me about you and the wedding and everything, but I just wanted to be left alone. Also, my cravings are all over the place now. And half of the stuff seems to make me throw up these days. Luckily, I still have the gum and toothbrush in my desk.

How’s everything? I assumed that you made it to the carrier by now. Or maybe you’re somewhere else entirely.

You know all of those spy movies over romanticize how sexy it is to be waiting at home for your husband to return home from some top secret mission.

It’s not sexy. It’s just annoying.

Here’s a photo of me and my bump. Don’t mind the mess in the background, I’m rearranging the whole apartment. Call it nervous organizing. It'll be cleaned up. Eventually.

She’s been a shy ever since you left. I can still feel her moving around, but even she seems to have realized that you're gone. I think that she just misses you. And I can’t blame her because I miss you too.

I love you, Jake. Come home safely.

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I got the package that you bought for me. I hope that you know that if you were here, I would have given you a rerun of that time that we went to that desert concert. The one where you wouldn't remove your hands from my waist for a second. I hope that your big promotion doesn’t change how much you enjoyed it when I tied your hands up back in your truck.

Our daughter’s been moving around like crazy today ever since I played your voice for her. She doesn’t seem to be willing to kick yet, but we’ll get there in time.

I let Emma take me out today. We just took a walk around her neighborhood. Baby girl finally went to bed after that. But knowing her, she’ll wake up just in time for me to go to bed.

Here’s our photo from today. Emma took it. I can’t believe I’m going to get even bigger. You owe me a deep tissue massage on my back when you get home. And I’ll hold you to it.

We love you and miss you, Jake.

Love,

Your Wife

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Dear Jake,

I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved in with Mav today. I thought I wanted to be alone, but I was wrong. Being alone with my thoughts just makes me sad and lonely and I don’t want our daughter to bake in that. She needs to inherit your smile and dimples, so I’m making a bigger effort to be happy.

Penny took me to get my nails done today. I got a light pink for our daughter, but now everyone’s assuming that we’re having a girl. I haven’t confirmed it because we didn’t discuss it before you left but don’t be shocked when you come home to a lot of pink.

I also started seriously researching some girl names. I never realized how many people I don’t like until I started trying to name our daughter. And you better speak up if any of the ones that I suggest are ones that have bad meanings to you.

I’m still digging through a whole bunch of lists but there’s such weird ones out there, Jake. And we cannot name our child something that would get us a look from her teachers. Or a stripper name.

I love you. Baby girl is behaving herself, but she misses you.

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

To My Beautiful Wife,

I finally got a chance to check my email. We’re settled on the carrier now, but we’ve been doing a lot of drills and long briefings. I'm sorry that I haven't written earlier. Know that the two of you are always on my mind.

I’m glad you got your gift. I tried to record what I could think of for our baby girl. I don’t want her to miss anything. And I don’t want her keeping you up at night. Has she kicked yet? By my count, you’re hitting seven months in a day or two.

Thanks for sending me those photos. I put up one of the two of you from that photo shoot in my plane. Really brightens up the place. But it also reminds me of what I’m missing. Sometimes I have to take it down so I can focus.

I miss you. I miss our little girl. Every day, every hour, every second.

Try to relax. I know that everyone’s probably told you that a thousand times by now, but I don’t want you feeling stressed about me. I’m fine and I'll be home as soon as I can. Please tell me that you didn’t lift anything heavy while you were moving into Mav’s house. Or maybe it's better if you don't tell me.

And you can tell everyone about her. I don’t mind. It’s not like we could keep it a secret for much longer anyways. But make sure to mention that I was right.

And you have to tell me the worst names that you've seen on these lists. I left a list of baby names I liked in my nightstand. I'd research them when I couldn't sleep at night.

I love you and I love our daughter. I’ll try to be home soon.

Your Husband,

Jake

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Dear Jake,

I had my seven month appointment today. Baby girl is healthy and still measuring a little small. But her heartbeat is strong and I can tell that she’s going to be stubborn coming out. The doctor says that it’s only a matter of time before she starts kicking.

I hope that the ocean isn’t too rough and you can see the stars. I remember when Mav and I spent a month in Hawaii when I was a teenager. We saw the most beautiful stars there. What if we picked a star name for our daughter? Not Stella, though. That was our dog's name growing up and I can't name my daughter after a dog.

I didn’t lift anything. Mav wouldn’t let me. And neither would Bradley. They’re watching me like hawks these days. And no, I didn’t mean that as a bird joke. Also, I can’t name our daughter after a bird. I’m trying to end the family streak of joke names.

Mckeighleigh was the most ridiculous looking name I’ve seen so far. And we’re not naming our daughter Precious either. Or worse, Chastity. I don’t know how those nurses keep a straight face when they hear those names.

And your recording telling her to go to bed has come in handy lately. Though I did warn her that we’ll be discussing the fact that she only seems to listen to you about that when she comes out.

I love you so much Jake. You’ll be home soon, I know it. And we’ll be waiting for you when you do.

Love,

Your Wife

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Dear Jake,

I can't fall asleep, so I’m writing to you instead. And no, it wasn’t our baby girl who kept me up. I’ve had the worst heartburn these days. And Tums don’t do shit. They say that means that our daughter will come out with a full head of hair. I say that I'd take a bald baby in exchange for better sleep.

My baby shower is in a few days. Next weekend. Emma and Phoenix said that it was going to be relatively small, and I hope that they stick to it. I’m not really in the mood to see a lot of people anymore.

I yelled at Bradley the other day for making an omelet with three eggs because he left an egg in the carton without a 'friend' because he left an egg alone in its row since there was an odd number of eggs. Apparently, I kept crying about it for a while, but in all honesty, I don’t really remember much of that conversation. I’m pretty sure that Bradley’s keeping his distance now. You probably would have enjoyed seeing his face.

I asked for a little box at my baby shower to put name suggestions in. I’m running out of ideas. I keep worrying that we’re going to name her something stupid.

Baby girl is growing bigger, and I can’t believe that I’m still going to get fatter. I’m struggling to grab things off of the floor now. Maverick got me one of those grabby things that old people use. You would probably find it hilarious.

I love you. I miss you. I’ll write to you tomorrow.

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

“Thank you,” you told Emma as she handed you a lemonade.

Emma and Penny took you out for the day to spend some time out of Mav’s house. You were growing increasingly less interested in leaving your 'nest,' as Bradley nicknamed it, and they were trying their best to get you motivated to go out and continue to live your life.

You had done some shopping for a dress to wear to your baby shower and now the three of you were getting a snack before you’d head over to the Hard Deck for the rest of the afternoon. You chatted for a moment before you sighed, slowly got to your feet, and grabbed your purse from your chair.

“Bathroom?” Emma asked you.

“Where else?” you joked, walking off.

A few minutes later, as you were washing your hands at the sink, you looked up when another woman stepped inside the bathroom. You offered her a friendly smile before her familiarity suddenly struck you. Quickly drying your hands, you reached for your bag and turned to leave. But the woman stood directly in your path.

She had stripes of gray cutting through what appeared to be deep auburn hair. She carried herself with a sense of purpose. And an expensive handbag. She reminded you of some of the women you used to see at the country club that you worked at in college. The type who turned a blind eye when their pig husbands made some demeaning comment to the women on staff and were never seen without some kind of drink in their perfectly manicured hands.

“You know who I am?” Georgia Seresin asked softly.

You stared her down, gripping the strap of you bag tightly. Your heart was beating hard in your chest, and you could practically feel the rhythm in your ears. Taking a breath and releasing it, you tilted your chin up and narrowed your eyes at her.

“What are you doing here?” you demanded quietly, looking around the small public bathroom. No one else was in there except for the two of you. “Are you stalking me?”

“I came to California when my son didn’t respond to my letter.”

“I wonder why?” you wondered sarcastically.

“What did he tell you?”

“Everything,” you stated firmly. “Which is why I would appreciate it if you stopped acting like it was just a coincidence that you ran into me here, hundreds of miles from your home, when Jake is conveniently deployed.” You paused for a moment before repeating through gritted teeth, “Why are you here?”

“To talk to you. About my son.”

“What about your son?”

“I know that your child isn’t here yet, but when they’re born, perhaps you can understand how much pain it could cause a mother to miss out on their child’s wedding or the process of them expecting their first child. From a mother to a mother—”

“—I’m going to stop you right there.”

You tried to keep your tears of anger in as you thought about Jake’s expression when he told you about his childhood. When you thought about the pain that you could hear in his tone, that you could feel radiating off of him.

“Because a woman who calls herself a mother would never do the things that you did. You stole him from a poor girl who loved him. You lied to her, promising that you would take care of him and love him. And then you turned around and fed him to the wolves." Nostrils flaring and angry tears threatening to fall, you added, "Did you ever even tell him that you loved him?"

“Of course, we did,” she admonished.

“Did you? Did you tell him that you were proud of him? That you loved him no matter what happened?” you snapped, trying to keep your voice even. “Every night my mom told me that she loved me and that she was proud of me. How many times did you tell Jake that, Georgia? How is a child supposed to just know that if you don’t tell them?” Shaking your head as you let out a shaky breath, you turned back to her. “And just so you know, there won’t be a day where Jake doesn’t tell our child that he loves them. Not one.”

Georgia adjusted her handbag on her shoulder and pursed her lips together. Clearly, she wasn’t used to being spoken to in this manner, but you didn’t give a shit about her feelings.

“Did you come here to convince me to talk Jake into speaking to you again? To buy my baby from me? A combination of the two? Does your husband know that you’re here? Is he waiting outside?”

Georgia took another moment to compose herself from your questions. She glanced down at the rings on your finger before meeting your gaze again.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that Jake selected a woman as . . . outspoken as you,” Georgia stated, adjusting her handbag again. “No, my husband does not know that I’m here. And I’m not here to buy my grandchild. I’m here to try and get through to my son and I’ve realized that the best way to do that would be through you. The woman he married and is having a child of his own with.”

Your eyes flashed with annoyance at Georgia's words.

“I have no interest in having a relationship with you because Jake doesn’t have an interest in it.”

“There’s nothing I can do to persuade you to speak with him about me?” Georgia pressed, an edge of desperation in her tone.

“No, there’s not.”

“You would deny your child a set of grandparents?”

“I will protect my child from people who hurt their father.”

Forcing yourself to take a breath, you stared down Georgia for a moment. She looked far more pathetic than you knew she was comfortable with. Apparently, she thought that she would just waltz in, and you would agree with her without any pushback.

But she couldn't have been more wrong.

“You know, when Jake told me about his upbringing, I honestly felt a bit of sympathy for you, Georgia. Maybe you were convinced that being a rich housewife to a pathetic little man was a better life than being loved by a poor man. And I’m sure that your husband hasn’t been kind to you over the years.”

The rage flashed to the surface again as she turned away from you for a moment.

“But how could you look another woman in the eye and convince her to hand over an innocent baby to a man that you knew would be a horrible father? That you knew would hurt that baby?”

After a moment, you walked past Georgia, who did not move to block your path this time. You opened the door and strode out of there and you didn't dare look back. Trying to gather yourself, you looked up to see Emma and Penny a few steps away from you.

“Are you okay? We were getting worried," Emma questioned with clear concern.

“Fine. Let’s get going to the Hard Deck,” you stated, already turning towards the parking lot.

“What happened?” Penny asked, studying your expression. You didn’t reply and just kept marching towards the parking lot until Penny rested a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to slow down. “You’re shaking. What’s wrong?”

“Jake’s mom walked into the bathroom,” you explained quietly, looking over your shoulder.

“What?"

“She knew where you were?” Penny asked urgently, looking around with a protective stare. Wrapping her arm around your shoulders, she encouraged you forward again. “Come on, let’s get going.”

~~~~~

Maverick’s face darkened after you finished with your explanation about what happened at the mall. Grabbing his phone, he got up from the table with a serious expression.

“I’m going to make a call,” he stated firmly. “They can’t stalk you and your child. I don’t care who the hell that they think they are in Texas. That’s not going to fly out here. That’s not going to continue.”

“Who are you calling?” you asked as Maverick walked off.

“An old contact. I’ll be right back.”

Penny told you to just let Mav make the call as the remaining four of you remained seated at the table. You twisted your engagement ring around your finger nervously, sharing a look with Emma and Bradley, who sat across from you.

“She didn’t try to hurt me—”

“—Doesn’t matter,” Bradley interjected quickly. “It’s creepy and it’s over the line and it’s going to stop. Now. Just let Mav make his call. He'll handle it.”

“I know,” you sighed, holding your head in your hands. “Jake is going to freak out when I tell him.”

“You’re going to tell him right away?”

“I can’t hide it from him. It might take me some time to find the words, but I have to tell him.”

Penny hugged you to her side and rubbed your back with her hand, giving you the maternal support that you really needed in that moment. You sighed and leaned against her, desperately wishing that Jake would be home soon.

“Everything will be alright. We’re going to figure this out.”

~~~~~

Dear Jake,

I hope that everything is running smoothly where you are. And that you read this email sooner rather than later.

Penny and Emma took me to the shops yesterday and when I was trying to leave the bathroom, I ran into your mother. She came up from Texas and she told me that she wanted to talk to me about you. Said something about using me to convince you to talk to her again. I told her that I wasn’t interested in that because you weren’t interested in that. She let me leave after that.

I don’t want to stress you out or make you feel like you have to do anything when you’re so far away, but I wanted to be honest with you. Mav’s made a few calls and he seems to think that he has a solution. Don’t stress about us, just focus on your mission and coming home safely in one piece.

We love you, Jake. And we’re safe, we’re fine. And we miss you.

Love,

Your Wife

~~~~~

Folding some fresh laundry in Maverick's house a few days later, you looked up when you heard your phone buzz. An unknown number was calling you and despite your hesitation, you answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Honey.”

“Jake?” you whispered out shakily, holding a hand to your mouth. Moving to sit, you tried to calm yourself down and not just simply sob. “How are you calling me?”

“I have my ways,” Jake replied teasingly. Growing more serious, he asked, “Are you alright?”

“We’re fine, Jake.”

“I’m so sorry, Honey. She never should have been anywhere near the two of you.”

“We’re fine,” you repeated softly. “She didn’t threaten us. If anyone was threatening anyone, it was me.”

“That’s my wife,” Jake praised, causing you to smile bashfully. “But my father wasn’t there, right? It was just my mother?”

“Yeah. She said that he didn’t know that she was there, and I didn’t see him around.”

“Good. I’ll deal with them when I get home.”

“Okay.” After a moment you asked, “How much longer do you have?”

“Less than a minute. I’m sorry, Honey, I just needed to know that the two of you were okay. They thought that I was having some kind of stroke when I read your email and I managed to convince them to let me call you.”

“At least one good thing came out of the whole shitshow,” you sighed, resting a hand on your bump. “I love—”

You froze when you felt your daughter press her foot against your hand. Jake felt his heart leap into his throat when you cut yourself off and stop talking without a clear reason.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“She’s kicking,” you whispered softly.

“What?”

“Jake, she’s kicking. Our daughter is kicking!”

“She’s kicking?”

“Yes, she’s kicking,” you laughed, before your joy dimmed and tears pooled in your eyelids. Sniffling, you croaked out, “I love you so much, Jake. We love you so much.”

“I love you too. And I miss you so fucking much, Honey. And I’m so sorry that I’m not there.”

“Hangman, time’s up,” Jake heard from behind him, causing him to look over his shoulder.

“I’ve got to go, Honey,” he replied, grinding his jaw to try and stave off the tears. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Bye, Jake.”

The line went dead, and you slowly placed your phone down. Holding your hand to your mouth, you finally let out your sobs. And about a thousand emotions that you'd tried keeping in ever since Jake was forced to leave you.

Your daughter was finally kicking, but her father wasn’t here to feel her. And the thought only made you sob harder.

Back on the carrier, Jake rubbed the tears that leaked from his eyes.

He missed it. He fucking missed it. He missed his daughter kicking for the first time. He wasn’t there when his mother showed up out of nowhere and accosted you in a public bathroom. He wasn’t going to be there for your baby shower.

Jake had anticipated that deploying while you were heavily pregnant was going to be difficult. But he didn’t realize that it was going to be impossible, killing him slowly from the inside out.

“Hangman?”

“I’m coming,” Jake called back, clearing his throat. “I’m coming.”

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athynathens · 4 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ surprise, princess.

“If I were to flatten my tongue in this delicate pussy of yours, would you cry or mewl?”

PAIRING. Bakugo Katsuki x You/Reader

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This oneshot covers the My Hero Academia AU. In this universe, Bakugo Katsuki is already a pro hero, but you/reader is a popular actress.

SYNOPSIS. As an actress, your job is to entertain and give content through acting. This also includes fanservice which you don’t mind. However, the only boundary you have is that you refuse to make any pornographic scenes with anyone in the movies or shows because you are only bound to your husband. But, some lunatic decided to disregard your boundary and forces you to film such a scene. Just how exactly will your husband react to this?

WARNING. minors dni, 18+ scenes, mature scenes ahead such as rough sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, deepthroating, fingering, edging, humiliation, dirty talk, roleplay, knife play, dry humping, passionate kissing

AUTHOR’S NOTES. Idk yall, this scene just happened to popped out my head while rewatching bha lol. Besides, it sounds hot and has an intriguing plot too? So why not decide to make my imagination a reality….through writing lmao. Also please don’t attack me with my shitty smut…it’s been a while since I’ve honestly written one so go easy on me :)

You were beyond irritated, however, you stopped yourself from showing a foul expression in front of the director. This stupid son of a bitch wants you to film a sex scene for the TV series that they are currently filming. His stupid damn reason is fanservice — not that it’s a bad thing since it’s already a norm in this society, but you have boundaries when it comes to fanservices. Your only boundary is that you refuse to film pornographic scenes with anyone because your body is only for your dear husband, Bakugo Katsuki.

“With all due respect, Mr. Director, I already mentioned that I absolutely refused to film such a scene with someone else,” You reminded, praying and asking quietly for help to keep her sanity.

“Oh come on now! Your beauty is such a waste! You should share whatever you have underneath those clothes to everyone, you know?” The director grinned, looking at you up and down, analyzing you like some kind of meat.

Hold back. Hold back. Hold your fucking mouth back. “You flatter me too much. But, I still stand by my words. I refuse to film such a scene. I have my rights when it comes to choices like this,” You firmly said with a smile.

“Don’t give me that bullshit! You wanna talk about choices?! I make your choices! I make all of your choices! I don’t even know why I asked you! When I say you are filming the fucking scene, you are filming the goddamn scene! You understand, bitch?” He screamed, throwing his folder to the ground, causing everyone to flinch, but they resumed their tasks. This is a normal thing in sets so it isn’t anything special, but to think this yelling is about some narcissistic asshole who thinks the world revolves around him.

The director took a deep breath before continuing, “Your scene tomorrow will be about a gladiator from Rome who’s been in love with you so he decided that he wanted to taste you when you go back to your room in the palace. Is that clear?”

Go to hell, you stupid brainless motherfucking— “Crystal Clear.”

The director’s angry expression turned into a satisfying expression. He placed his hands on top of your shoulders. “I knew you were a good girl,” He said darkly, caressing your shoulders. “I’m sorry if I screamed. Although, I wouldn’t even be screaming if you just listened like the good little girl you are, hm?”

Die, you goddamn extra. “Yes, that was my mistake,” You smiled, trying your best to hold back a fucking punch.

The director gave her one last smile then left her to dismiss everyone on set. After that, the rest of the day just became worse for you. You spent the rest of the night just crying and sobbing at the corner of your hotel room while eating ice cream and throwing candy wrappers around. You wanted to call your husband, but you didn’t want to disturb him either since he is probably doing patrols in Japan.

“Stupid fucking director! If I only knew his attitude was like this then I should have never said yes to this fucking series!” You sniffled, getting a tissue to wipe away your tears and snots.

“AND! If only I wasn’t intrigued by the plot then, none of this would even happen! Here I thought, being away from my husband will be a pain! BUT NOOO!! Turns out! This stupid director is the real pain!” You cried out, throwing the tissue on the floor, and stomping your feet on the ground.

The TV series is called The Tyrant. It’s about the middle princess of the Roman Empire falling in love with a tyrant of a king in Greece. And since this is in the Roman/Greek setting, you can say there are a lot of sex scenes, but you’ve managed to get away from them. This is all because of the character you’re playing; your character is the sister of the Tyrant King who has the reputation of being hard on men. And, because she’s the tyrant’s sister, she’s basically untouchable.

The vibrations of your phone caused you to groan in frustration, standing up from the floor as you wobbled towards the bed to get your phone.

You only choked on your saliva to see the name. “WHAT? ITS MEH HUSBAND?!?!” You screamed in shock, losing your balance a bit and fell down to the floor.

You cursed at your stupidity, sitting back up as you fixed yourself and took a deep breath before answering the call.

“Hey, ‘Suki!! Why are you calling??” You asked, acting cheerful.

Katsuki only chuckled. “Am I not allowed to call my wife?”

Your cheeks flushed in redness. “Yes. I MEAN! No! You are allowed! Sorry! It’s just that…isn’t it late morning in Japan? During that time, you are doing patrols.”

For some reason, Katsuki’s husband's instincts activated. He can sense something is wrong with his wife. You may be a good actress, but you sure as hell can’t hide nor act away your true feelings from Katsuki.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry to break the mood, but are you alright?” Katsuki asked straightforwardly. If there is one thing he learned about relationships is when communicating, don’t beat around the fucking bush — explode your way right through it! Katuski’s words, not mine.

Your silence only confirmed Katsuki’s suspicion. “Baby, turn on your camera.”

“I-I don’t think it’s a good id—don’t make me repeat,” You shivered at this rough tone, gulping at the thought that you had to reveal your hideous self to your lover.

You hesitantly turned on the camera to see a sweaty Katsuki in his hero suit. Your cheeks flared a bit after seeing your husband’s hot state, but at the same time, you were relieved to see your husband again after 2 months apart. Katsuki fumed red to see his cute wife in this state. His veins popped out his forehead as his jaw flexed in anger — he needed to know who the hell messed with the wife of Dynamight.

“Who?” Katsuki growled angrily.

You shook your head. “Katsuki, it doesn’t even matter—everything that involves you fucking matters to me! So you better start telling me, who has hurt my wife?”

Your mouth left a sigh, refusing to even look into his intense gaze. It’s a bit funny because if she was actually in front of Katsuki, he wouldn’t have shifted your head to make you look at him. Thank the lord that he isn’t in front of you at the moment, right?

With that, you started to tell your husband everything — from the shitty director to the tantrums you made in your hotel room.

Yet, as you were explaining, Katsuki remembered the day you announced that you refused to make pornographic scenes with anyone, and this boosted his love for you even more. As the years progressed, you managed to become famous without making such a scene. You even became famous for acting in known movies of today such as Attack on Titan, Haikyuu, and others. Katuski was really proud that you made it to the top, proving to those worthless extras that you are more than just a pretty face. But as you grew more popular, the increase of demands to see you in an R-18 movie really got him possessive and jealous.

Everytime he would go on patrols, he would hear comments about his wife’s physical appearance. He heard many inappropriate and vulgar phrases that boiled his blood. But due to his hero reputation, he couldn’t just blast them off as he used to in highschool. Hence, he would often just glare down on them at such intensity. This was his only limit to tell those horny assholes off.

However, he fucking almost lost it when he heard from Izuku that the paparazzi are taking pictures of his own wife inappropriately. Of course he took action with this through court, but it wasn’t enough to soothe his frustration.

He gets super annoyed by the fact these extras think that they have a chance with you. He gets really pissed with men who ask him about his wife as if he wasn’t the husband. He gets so frustrated when girls clung up to him when they all know he’s fucking taken. He gets truly angry when people don’t know their fucking place.

“What should I do, ‘Suki?” Katuski’s train of thoughts were interrupted by your sweet voice.

The blond paused for a moment, analyzing his wife’s reactions, expressions, movements. With that, he came up with the only conclusion that will help his wife and satisfy his frustration with those pathetic extras going after his wife.

“Go to set tomorrow. I’ll deal with the problem myself,” Katsuki declared evidently, confusing you literally with what he's planning.

“Okay? Sure? But tell me what you are going to do!! So we can be on the same page!!” You asked, hoping he will answer your question.

“Just so what you always do, bunny,” Katsuki grinned.

“Act”

Your head tilted to the side, frowning in confusion as you tried to ask more questions on what’s his alibi. But he proceeded to say his goodnight and love yous before ending the call. Once again, you had the biggest “huh” plastered on your face, and the question only repeats in your head…

— what’s gonna happen tomorrow?

The next day came like a fucking flash, and you did exactly what your husband asked you to do. However, as soon as you got there, the staff just pushed you to the make-up room to prepare you. As the makeup is being done, you read the script, and you swear to Katsuki’s abs, you need to bleach your eyes with holy water. You wanted to choke in disgust with this unholy script. It’s kinda ironic given that she has done this before but only with her husband! Not with some random extra!

The staff now motioned you to dress up for the shoot. Right now, you’re really expecting that Katsuki will barge in the shooting scene and blast the director to bits. He used to do something as violent as that during your highschool days, but he stopped now that he’s a pro hero.

You stare at the mirror to see you are in your white long dress with a cape behind you, however, your back is seen by everyone. Your hair is styled with curls and has the golden leaf tiara on your head with some bangs on the front. You look beautiful, but to think you would show this beauty to someone who’s not your husband. Your eyes quivered, wanting to cry at that thought, but you held back.

You began to think, “I thought ‘Suki will do something?”

A knock on the door caught your attention, diverting your eyes to the door to see the staff asking you to take position on set. The staff also mentioned, to lift up your mood, that the director looks very pale for some reason. The staff joked that he probably met a monster or something. You giggled at the staff’s words, and it helped lift up your mood a bit.

After minutes of last minute touches with the settings and make up. Every actor went to their places as cameras began to start rolling in…

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ACTION!

“Oh by the Gods! That impudent brother of mine will never learn how to treat a lady right! Tell me Zeus! What did my brother do in his past life to bear such attitude?” You rubbed the temples of your nose as you walked through the corridors of this magnificent hall of the Roman Empire.

“Brother, I did not spend 6 months in this empire of unholiness for you to lose your lover in one sitting…” You muttered quietly, disappointed at how your dear brother treated the middle princess harshly.

“Your highness!” An attendant screamed.

You turned your head to see your personal secretary running to you with loads of papers. “What’s wrong? What has my absurd brother done again?”

The attendant let out a sweat. “You are right that it is your brother, my princess, but it’s more than that,” The latter hyperventilated. “It turns out that your mother threatens your brother to leave his lover at once or else Rome will face the consequences. I even heard that it was ordered by you.”

You let out a small growl, veins popping though your forehead. “This is what mother wants. A war between Greek and Rome for power and a war between siblings for the throne. She knows that I am the only one who is capable of stopping my brother, hence why she is using that advantage.”

“That foul ungrateful woman!” The attendant cursed.

“Indeed she is. Rest assured that I will work on a solution, but now I must return to my chambers to rest for today was tiring,” You said, gesturing to her room with her head.

“Of course, princess. Have a good rest.”

With that, you exited the scene to return to your resting chambers. Your room is an open area with the great columns surrounding the room. You were smart enough to choose a room with a great valley view and is not easily peaked through by anyone. In the middle of the room is a big circular sunken bathtub with rose petals. Your bed is found at the side with large tables filled with papers and books. You only sighed tiredly, walking to your table as you removed the tiara in your head.

That’s when you heard the doors opening.

“Perfect timing! Please tell the rest of the maids to prepare my bathing tools. I will be bathing myself today also so—” You gasped loudly when a pair of large but familiar hands grabbed your tits from behind.

Oh, you are so going to kill the actor for touching you vulgarly.

But before you can even react, those hands immediately pull your nipples, causing you to grit your teeth as you arch your back. A rough arm circled around your waist as the other hand squeezed your one tit with all his might. You gasped at this familiar sensation. This only caused you to think because this familiar sensation is only given to you by your husband…

…but there’s no way that Bakugo Katsuki is in Rome?

That’s when you heard a familiar dark chuckle. “My, oh my, princess.” Your eyes quivered at that familiar rough tone. His familiar hands grabbed both your tits once more, squeezing it but also spreading them apart, causing you to whimper.

“Who would have thought, hm?” You quivered violently as your head looked back to see a familiar blond hair. “That the great warrior princess of Greece would make such an erotic sound?”

You turned pale, freezing on the spot to see your one and only husband behind you — touching, staring, groping you.

“H-How are you he—” A large mouth held your jaw tightly, covering your mouth. Your body hair stood up at this sensation, as you stared at his intense and lustful gaze.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, princess. Don’t ask stupid questions. It’s better to worry about what's happening in front of you now.” You got caught off guard with what he said, realizing that he’s indirectly telling you to continue acting, and asking for questions is for later.

Shit! What was my line? BKBJWOWP!?! Damn you, Katsuki for being too hot! “You insolent peasant! How dare you touch someone superior to you!” You managed to speak out, despite the pleasure you are receiving from your husband.

“Superior?” He lets out a laugh, bending you with his bulky chest. “I believe that it is, I..” He whispered to your ear, fondling your tits more.

“…am superior to you.” He growled inhumanly, pushing you towards your desk. You attempted to get up, but he pinned you harder to the desk. This only brought pain to your pelvic bone and breast. Bakugo looked down to lick his lips, witnessing your struggles.

He grabbed his dagger from his sandals, spinning it around before landing the tip in your back. You shuddered below him, feeling the sharp object traced your exposed back. “Fuck, princess. Did you have any idea how much this outfit of yours arouses me? Your fucking exposed skin is asking to be touched.”

“T-That wasn’t even my intention to do—” You gasped loudly when he traced the dagger lower, circling it as he placed a bit more pressure.

“Don’t lie to me, princess. Bet you’ve been wanting men to fuck you right there? Maybe that’s the reason why you’ve been wearing such clothes…” He grinned, putting the dagger down. You immediately shook your head to respond to his question, but he gripped your soft hips, pulling them closer to his hard bulge. Your eyes went wide to feel how hard and big he is.

You turned your head to the side with the support of your shaking arms to see the huge tip poking up your ass cheeks. “Yeah, that’s right. Fucking see how hard you made me,” Katsuki licked his lips with such tantalization.

He spread your asscheeks apart to make room for the rest of his cock. You tried to grip something — anything — for support, and you ended up gripping a book. Katsuki threw his head back, feeling his cock wrapped around your warm asscheeks. “Fuckkkk, princess. This is way better than my fantasies.”

You flinched violently under him, which Katsuki noticed. His expression turned into a twisted expression, grinning psychotically at your reaction. He bent down till his bare chest touched your exposed back, he traced your stomach to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it.

He brought his head closer to your ear and whispered, “Did you like the idea of me having fantasies about you, hm?”

You were about to respond when he spoke again. “I fantasize about you every night. My cock throbs for you, princess. I would relieve myself almost everyday, trying to imagine what your walls would feel around me. I often think of ways on how to ravish your body in different positions. My mouth yearns for the taste of your exquisite pussy. Tell me, princess. If I were to flatten my tongue in this delicate pussy of yours, would you cry or mewl?”

“I-I don’t know…” You muttered softly, gripping whatever you are holding tighter.

Katsuki’s eyes looked at the wall near your bed. He grinned sinfully, already having an idea. “Let’s find out, shall we?”

He lifted you up with ease, pushing your back towards the wall as he held you tight and high. He held you up so high that you could see your entire room. The blond did not waste the time to fumble across your dress, ripping the undergarments and immediately dived down. You didn’t even have time to react, but you felt a warm sensation against your pussy.

“EEK!” You gasped, throwing your head against the wall, back arching with your teeth gritted and eyes wide.

“W-Wait!” You pleaded, but he flattened his hot tongue on your pussy harshly, not wasting any juices coming out. He continued to drag his tongue all over your pussy, tasting every single corner. You pussy twitched violently when he bit your clitoris, stimulating more juices to come out. Then, he wrapped his arms around your thighs till his hands met your pussy. He used his hands to toy with your clitoris as he sucked harder.

Your eyes went wide as you immediately held his blond hair. You instinctively pushed his head closer to your pussy. He flicked, rubbed, pinched your clitoris, causing you to jump in euphoria, as you mewl louder and louder.

That’s when you felt something warm go inside you. You screamed violently, gripping his hair tighter. His tongue started to wiggle inside you, skilfully tasting you. Your head kept going side to side, not knowing what to even do. Soon, you shivered in ecstasy which caused you to lean your upper body forward. His tongue curled, hitting a specific spot which stimulated you to roll your eyes back.

“P-Please..! S-Something’s c-coming!” You whimpered, hoping for a release soon, but that’s when he pulled away. This made you sob literally.

“W-Why…” You asked, still holding his hair. “W-Why did you stop…?”

Katsuki looked up to only shiver at the state of his wife; messy hair, sweating body, dress crumbled, eyes dilated with tears, mouth dripping with saliva. Holy fuck, his cock couldn’t possibly get harder than before. It’s been 2 whole painful months since they’ve had sex. Katsuki missed this look on your fucking face, and he’s been wanting to see more.

“Now, now, now, sweetheart. It isn’t fair that you are the only one who gets all the fun. As the princess, don’t you think it’s your duty to tend to your subjects?” Katsuki asked with a small smirk, putting you down on the ground. Your only reaction to that is stumbling on your feet. You had to hold him for support.

“I-I don’t know how to s-suck your t-thing…” You confessed shyly.

He only chuckled. “Don’t worry, princess. I got you,” He cockily said with a wink. He then dragged you to the side of your bed, and he pushed down his clothing on his lower region. You only watched, while on your knees, how his muscles flexed at every movement he does. His veins would pop out, scaring you a bit that it might pop. And oh fuck his pecs, they are fucking big and hot.

“Careful sweetheart. I might be eaten alive by your eyes,” He teased, removing the last armor attached on his body. Then, he sat down on the bed with his legs wide open, revealing his humongous cock. Hot damn his cock slapped your face as he sat down on the bed. You licked your lips as you analyzed his cock; it was infact fucking huge and veiny. His tip was already leaking as it would twitch from time to time.

“Princess.” You flinched with his husky tone.

“I am not a patient person…” He reminded, rubbing his thumb across your lips.

He stared down at your mouth sensually “I want this…” His thumb traced your lips “…small mouth of yours filled with my cock.”

He used his thumb to open your mouth wider. “Go on, princess.” He brought his cock closer to your face.

“Wrap those pretty lips around my cock.”

You licked his shaft slowly, tracing your tongue up and down. Next, you wrapped your hands around his shaft, pumping it slowly as you continued to lick areas of his cock. Katsuki threw his head back, leaning backwards as he held his body weight with his arms. He lets out a small grumble when he feels his tip being engulfed by your warm mouth. His hips stuttered, feeling his tip being sucked on harder. He gripped the sheets as his feet curled in ecstasy.

Feeling a bit braver, you began to take his cock deeper in your mouth, causing Katsuki to growl, “Damn, baby girl. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

The sudden praise ignited something within you, so you began to suck on his cock harder as you bobbed your head back and forth. Katuski screamed in bliss, holding onto your head tightly with one hand as he began snapping his hips into your mouth. Your eyes went wide at the sudden action, tears started to form once more in your eyes.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He grunted heavily, holding your head with both of his hands, tangling your hair with his fingertips as he thrusted violently inside your mouth. Your eyes rolled back at this new sensation, his cock hitting the back of your throat which made you gag a lot.

Katsuki laughed at the state you’re at. “Yeah. That’s right!” He thrust a bit harder. “Gag on my cock, sweetheart.”

His heavy balls slapped your chin violently, inhaling that muscular gladiator scent of his. Tears began to drop from your eyes as he continued to engulf your mouth.

“Shit! Where did all your pride go, princess? Was that all just an act to rile me up?” He laughed, clenching his jaw after feeling a familiar sensation riling up.

With all of his strength, he pulled away from your mouth as he shivered strongly at the lost sensation. Meanwhile, you cough violently as you sniffle through your nose. You tried to regain the breath you’d lost while sucking his dick. While doing so, you felt warm hands cupping your cheeks.

You looked up to see Katsuki’s eyes full of love and desire. He held you higher, signaling you to stand up from the ground. After you stood up, you two finally crashed into each other’s lips. He groaned loudly, feeling the wave of happiness surrounding him after feeling his wife’s lips again. His hands traveled down his wife’s back to her ass, giving it a tight squeeze. You moaned in his mouth as you continued to passionately engulf each other’s mouths.

Due to the aggressive kissing, the two of you walked back slowly towards the bed. Katsuki sat down first, not even separating his lips from you. His hands began to slide down the strap of your dress, attempting to feel more of your skin. You brought your dress up and sat down on his lap, purposely lining the folds of your pussy on the skin of cock. The blond shivered, feeling how wet you were so he gripped your waist to pull you closer and pressed you more down his cock.

Your hands trace up his muscular shoulders and then to the back of his hair, gripping it tightly. Subconsciously, you began to rock your hips against his hard cock. Katsuki pulled back to moan at the feeling. This immediately made you rock your hips in a steady phase while holding the back of his hair.

“I’ll admit, Gladiator,” You spoke, shocking Katsuki a bit. “You have the balls to even enter the room of the sister of the Tyrant King.”

You giggled, “That’s why I wanna be honest with you, lover boy,” You whispered in his ear.

“The d-day I entered the Colosseum! You were the only gladiator that caught my attention! E-Everytime I would go to the Colosseum, I would often l-look for y-you! I also f-fantasize a-about you!” You moaned, coating his cock with your juices.

“I w-would often p-play with m-myself, t-thinking about h-how your cock would s-shape my insides! I want—fuck!—that to happen!” You whimpered, tears forming on your eyes as you try to reach for your release, thus rocking your hips faster and faster.

Katsuki’s eyes turned animalistic, holding your hips in place. You whined that your husband stopped you once again. “W-Why—Are you sure?” He asked, gripping your hips tighter.

Despite being all messed up, you knew those eyes of his; he’s asking for confirmation if it’s alright to bury his cock inside you right now.

You nodded violently. “I-I want you…! P-Please give me e-everything!”

Katsuki snapped.

“ALRIGHT, EXTRAS! STOP THE CAMERAS! EVERYONE OUT!” He roared loudly, scaring the staff and making you remember that they were filming a scene.

“B-But, Mr. B-Bakugo—didn’t you hear a word I said, you dumbfuck?” He growled one more time, interrupting the director who almost fainted in fear.

“Y-You heard the pro hero! EVERYONE! SCATTER!” The director yelled, throwing his papers in the air and ran away. Every staff laughed at this, relieved that someone has finally put that narcissistic director in his place.

You genuinely forgot that you were filming for a show, and it embarrased you a bit to show this side of yours to the staff and your co-stars. You only placed your head on Katsuki’s shoulders which made him chuckle. The blond caressed your back, comforting you with sweet words and pet names. From time to time, you would lift your head up to see if they left, but you only saw your staff giggling in excitement as your co-stars gave you a teasing smile and thumbs up. After minutes of waiting, they are finally done. They didn’t hesitate to run away to give them the privacy they needed.

With that, Katsuki lets out a loud laughter which causes you to only hit his shoulder. “Damn it, Katsuki! Why did you show up like this? You couldn’t have told me!”

“Sorry, princess,” He grinned, adding a tone with the pet name. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

You only sulked, hitting his shoulders again which made him laugh. After laughing, Katsuki brought his fingers closer to your face, removing the hair that covers your beauty. “I’ve missed you, [name],” He smiled, caressing your cheeks.

“I’ve missed you too” You shyly confirmed, leaning your head towards his hand.

“Wanna continue this roleplay, sweetheart?” He asked, completely destroying the romantic tension with his horniness.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “You’re into roleplay, Katsuki?” You asked, rocking your hips slowly to tease.

Katsuki chuckled, slapping your ass playfully. “Didn’t consider it first, but now I might consider it because holy fuck, you look so damn hot acting.”

You blushed with his words. “Well, I thought the same. You look really hot acting as a gladiator,” You admitted, arching your back subconsciously.

Katsuki smirked, pulling the ends of your hair down which caused you to look up. “Is that a yes, princess?”

You returned the smirk. “Show me what you’ve got, Gladiator.”

Katsuki’s eyes quivered in lust, bringing his hands on his wife’s chest to rip out the cloth. The action made your breast bounce violently, making you yelp in surprise. Before you can even react, his mouth dove down to your tits as he sucked them with all his might. He used his other hand to press your nipple down to your breast, causing you to hiccup at the action.

“‘Suki… not too r-rough..!” You pleaded, attempting to pull his mouth away from your sensitive breast.

“Oi,” He growled, grabbing your jaw roughly and stared at you with intense eyes. This psychotic-like gaze made you pale in sweat. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, princess.”

“If I want to do something to you, you will fucking accept it,” The hand on your jaw traced down your breast.

“Meaning, if I want this…” He stopped his hand on your stomach. “Filled with my seed, then it will be filled with my fucking seed.”

Your eyes went wide, standing up from his lap as you attempted to run away from this mad man. Your heart dropped when you felt yourself being pushed roughly onto the bed. You fell by your side as you bounced a bit. Your teary eyes opened to see that the gladiator is on top of you.

“There’s no use of running away, princess,” He chuckled, getting the ends of your hair.

“And even if you run, I will find you, sweetheart,” His lips kissed the ends of your hair as he locked his lustful and intense gaze on your soul.

Katsuki licked his lips, seeing how you were displayed below him. Your eyes are dilated with tears with your cheeks red as lips are puffy. The dress is now torned apart, leaving only the lower skirt; this new look on you only emphasized how erotic you look. Your thighs locked together, staring at him with such a look. And fucking hell your breast, they were smuddered with his salvia and bites.

He wanted — no wait — he craved more.

With that, he grabbed his throbbing cock, giving it a few pumps. Then, he aligned it on your vagina area. That’s when you shot your head up, feeling his twitching tip at your entrance.

“W-Wait! G-Give me a momen—” You screamed when he rammed everything in. Your entire body was trembling violently with your back arched and eyes rolled back. Katsuki almost came when he felt the smooth walls of his wife again. He felt his hips twitching, almost releasing his seed inside of her.

You tried to grab something, anything, but your hands just kept thrashing around.

Katsuki licked his lips, combing his hair back. “You feel this, princess?” He asked, tracing to your abdominal, touching the place where he can feel the tip of his cock.

He bent down and whispered, “Your tight cunt managed to take all of me.”

He rolled his hips slowly and gently. “Ya feel that?” He smirked, pressing down your abdomen which stimulated something inside you.

You only replied with a loud whimper. “W-WAIT! D-Don’t do that!” You begged, attempting to remove his hands. Katsuki only scoffed, pressing his hand down further. This action made you come as eyes rolled back with back arched.

This made the blond left with utter shock. You came, and he hasn’t done anything to you just yet. Although he flinched as soon as he felt your walls tightening, and this made him laugh out loud. Your teary eyes only stared at him with shock, getting scared with what’s going to happen.

Katsuki then wrapped his hands around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’ll be damned, princess. You creamed my dick pretty damn good.”

A tear fell down from the side of your eye in embarrassment, attempting to hide your face. “D-Don’t say t-that…”

Katsuki’s eyebrow arched. “That what? The warrior princess creamed a mere gladiator’s cock?” He gave you one hard thrust.

“It’s too late to have regrets, sweetheart because tonight’s about ravishing my very own ambrosia,” He declared lustfully.

He pulled out his cock, leaving the tip only to only slam everything back inside you harshly. You choked a sob, your tears falling down your eyes at the feeling. He continued to rock his hips in a rough matter, only leaving his fat tip inside then slamming back inside you. Fucking hell, you can feel the bed creaking like crazy from the brutal force Katuski’s giving you.

Katuski indeed fucks you like you are his last ambrosia ever. His hips continued to abuse your pelvis with his brutal force, causing you to scream loudly at the pain and pleasure. His hands gripped both of your tits, holding it tightly as he threw his head back at this feeling. You can only hold his wrists, attempting to remove his hands away from your sensitive breasts.

“Shit, shit, shit…!” He gasped, shaking in pleasure as he pressed his finger down your nipples.

Your eyes rolled back, arching your back as you came again violently.

Katsuki laughed darkly. “Yeah, that’ fucking right. Cream on my cock, princess!”

You jolted when he actually pulled out, causing you to whine a bit at the lost feeling. But your eyes went wide when he flipped you over like a ragdoll. You are now on your knees with your back arched. His hands fumbled your lower skirt, ripping it to pieces, making your entire body presented to him. He did not waste time and shoved everything back inside harshly, causing your body to move forward.

Your pupils shrunk in shock, feeling his cock even more in this position. You can properly see how his cock harshly pushes inside you — holy fuck, you can feel his pre-cum too. He bent down, colliding his chest to your back as he traced his hand to your pussy while the other was wrapped around your neck.

You choked once again, feeling yourself being suffocated with his hands while shuddering at his fingers stimulating your abused pussy. He kept rubbing it harshly while assaulting your pussy with his cock. In impulse, you hold his hand that’s choking you as more tears flow down more.

“S-Slow down, p-please..!” You begged, feeling yourself too stimulated already.

“Go faster? You got it, sweetheart,” He grinned, inserting a finger inside your pussy as he rammed his cock inside you even faster and harder.

You screamed. Your tits violently moving up and down at the rough pace, your thighs shaking again as you can feel something building up again. You know it’s coming — you fucking know it. There’s no way in hell you can hold this back.

“Hold it! Hold it! Fucking hold it!” He slapped your ass, grabbing both of your arms, holding them together behind your back.

“Disobey, and watch me edge you over and over again,” He roughly grunted, pushing his hips forward brutally.

You can only whine in return, forcing yourself to hold it in, no matter how hard and painful that can be. To help you hold your orgasm, you hold the sheets till your knuckles turn white. Your toes curl till you can’t even feel them anymore.

Katsuki grumbled, “Fuck! Here it is!” He gripped your hips tighter, pounding faster and rougher. He can see how your skin bounces back and forth from every thrust he makes. He subconsciously licked his lips at this alluring sight. Katsuki continued to use your hips at a rapid speed, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

You felt his hips stutter, signaling you he was about to release. Katsuki chuckled, feeling your soft walls getting tighter, “You better cum with me, Princess.”

And you did.

You came in unison with your husband.

Tears fell down your eyes, pupils rolled back as your hips stuttered at the feeling of the hard orgasm from your husband. His thick and hot cum invaded your insides, causing you to shiver in delight. You gasped in shock, feeling your husband still hard. Your head shook in disbelief, knowing what’s going to happen next.

“‘Suki, a-are you gonna pull out?” You asked.

Katsuki chuckled, “You want me to pull out?” He grinned, pulling your ass cheeks apart, glimpsing your wet juices and mixed cum dripping from your pussy.

He rocked his hips slowly, “We ain’t even finished yet, princess.”

Oh, sweet mother of—

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩.

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vminizzle · 1 year

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Body chain

pairing : husband idol!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluff

warnings : making out, oral (f. receiving), teasing, penetration, unprotected sex, pet names, praising, marking, size kink, creampie

words count : 1.3k

A/N : honestly, I think it’s the worst thing I ever wrote 💀. BUT DAMN, my obsession with body chains ughh,, Jungkook looks so good with body chain gosh. I want him. And I really need some help for sure. OH BEFORE I FORGOT! thank you so much for 1k 😭 I LOVE Y’ALL!! -sunny

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Jungkook took his shirt off, throwing it on the carpeted floor revealing his well-built body.

Bending down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, he caressing your cheek gently before looking down at your flustered face.

“you’re so pretty like that, under me.” he whispered, a smile decorating his lips.

Jungkook just came back from his performance practice feeling a bit needy. He missed you all day and he couldn’t wait to come home to you.

He kneeled between your bare legs, about to take off the shiny body chain adorning his body as you gripped his wrist stopping him.

He looked down at you confused. “keep the chain.” you said, lust already fogging your mind.

"please?”

"If that’s what you want. ” he smirked.

The silver accessory complimented his smooth skin so damn well, he was just breathtaking.

Just something so simple could turn you on.

You grazed your fingertips over it slowly as Jungkook observed your fascinated face.

"do you want one?” he grinned wiggling his eyebrows to tease you.

“oh shut up.” you slapped his chest playfully.

He laughed before holding your hands.

“I’ll let you wear it later, I’m sure it’ll suit you so well.” he bit his lip picturing your bare body with the chain on.

You sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer, “c’mere.” you kissed his cheek.

His arms encircled you immediately as he laid you down hovering above you.

He caressed your sides, fingers playing with the waistband of you panties looking at you for consent.

“go on.”

His soft lips wandered on your neck, goosebumps raising as he kissed his way down your body, his hands worked on pulling your panties off your legs.

He sucked lightly on the skin of your lower stomach leaving a pretty mark there making you bite your bottom lip, the sensation down there waking butterflies up inside you.

Jungkook spread your legs, laying down on his stomach as he stared at your glistening lips.

“all of this because of me.” he left a light kiss on your core making you whimper.

“so sensitive.”

Jungkook placed one of your leg over his broad shoulder, hand gripping it tightly.

He bit on the inside of your thigh slightly leaving love bites, pecking them gently as he got closer to where you needed him the most.

He looked up at you one last time before diving in, head disappearing in between your legs.

He kitten licked your throbbing clit making you moan, his name leaving your mouth as sweet as honey.

His tongue flat on your fold as he inserted the tip inside you making you gripped the sheet as he push in deeper before pulling out to suck on your clit making you cry out his name.

“Jungkook oh my- it feels so good! Don’t stop fu-”

He did as told making you feel dizzy your climax so near.

Nibbling gently on your clit, it was the last straw as you came, moaning his name loudly chest heaving up and down.

Jungkook pulled away watching you in awe, his chin covered with your essence.

He caressed your thigh softly to soother you down a bit.

“you good baby?” you nodded before pulling on his loose chain gently to get him down on you.

“you like it that much, huh?” he looked down at your fingers still on the bright accessory.

“yes a lot.” you admitted.

Jungkook impatiently stripped off quickly, boxer discarded somewhere on the floor, making you get rid of your bra, before he positioned himself between your legs.

He teased your entrance with the tip of his cock making you whined “Jungkook please”.

He looked down at you, tilting his head to the side smirking.

“you’re ready pretty?” he rubbed his erection teasingly between your glistening fold.

Hand gripping the back of his neck, you pulled him down for an another slow kiss.

"i want you..hurry!”

Jungkook hooked your leg around his hip as he slowly entered you. The stretch painful yet pleasurable.

"can I move darling?” you nodded, your hands going up to his broad shoulders.

He started thrusting into you carefully, slowly enjoying the sensual moment.

The atmosphere was so warm, your surroundings gradually disappearing more and more as you both focus on each other.

Jungkook groaned as he felt your warm velvety walls clench around him.

“you feel so good around me love. so warm fuck.. you’re taking me so well, such a good girl.” he moaned into your ear, his voice low yet so sweet turning you on even more.

You could feel a tickling sensation, the cold silver accessory stroking the soft skin of you stomach everytime Jungkook’s hips snap into yours.

You moaned at the new sensation clenching around him involuntary.

Your body was really sensitive and reactive.

One of your hand flew to his hair, the other one travelling to his lower back, fingers fumbling with the chain.

Jungkook hummed against your throat.

You bit his earlobe a bit hard as the chain grazed over your nipple making you clench around him.

“you weren’t lying when you said you liked it huh. You give it more attention than me.” he teased, eyebrows furrowed the pleasure consuming him more and more.

"stop saying nonsense.” you sucked on his jawline softly making him groan at the warm feeling of your tongue caressing the skin.

You chuckled as he kiss his way down your chest, sucking little marks on the valley of your breasts.

You pulled at his black hair when he suddenly hit your sweet spot.

"yes right there!” you threw your head back.

Jungkook shifted himself a bit so he could hit deeper.

“shit baby you’re so- so tight.” he moaned as you tightened around him again.

He looked deeply into your eyes.

"you feel so good baby.. so fucking good.” he kissed your lips, sucking on your bottom lip making you scratched his back when you felt his hand on your stomach pressing on the bulge in your lower stomach.

"look at you.. so small we can see my cock.” he said with a deep voice, making you looked down between your bodies.

His words made goosebumps raised on your skin.

“Jungkook.. I’m so close.” you said breathless.

He gave gentle thrusts, abusing your g-spot, tears forming in your eyes.

“Me too. I’m gonna- fuck!" Jungkook cursed his face twisting into pleasure.

His nose scrunched up in pleasure, a sensual groan left his throat as he came inside you, the feeling of his hot cum filling you up to the brim pushing you to the edge of your own release.

"cum for me princess.” he said rubbing little circles on your throbbing clit making your walls convulsed around him.

You threw your head back deep into the pillows moaning his name loudly, a tear sliding down your cheek the pleasure too hard to handle, as you came around him.

Jungkook rocked his hips slowly, riding out your highs, before finally pulling out, his warm cum slowly oozing out of you.

“I love you.” Jungkook kissed your temple, laying next to you.

“I love you.” you said softly.

He pulled you closer to him and place your head on his chest.

He caressed your hair gently, your hand sliding down his stomach to the body chain toying with it.

Jungkook chuckled before sitting up.

"what is it?” you asked confused.

He took off the accessory turning you to the side so he could put it on you.

“so ..pretty.” he licked his lips, eyes twinkling.

“it suits you better tho.” you pouted.

He shook his head in disapproval before hugging you tightly.

"shh.” he put the blanket over the both of you.

“you should wear it more often.. you’re so sexy with it.” you cuddled him kissing his cheek.

“if it turns you on that much ..then I’ll wear it everyday.” he smirked making you roll your eyes.

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A/N : i feel like this fic was weird written 💀

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suckondescoconuts · 11 months

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Hello there! I’m a huge fan of your work and was wondering if you could do once of Gyomei. He’s like a huge ball of gentle softness so could it be like a fluffy smut? Ty! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

I would LOVE to do Gyomei, I was about to save him for last and do Shinobu next, but since I got a request for him, I guess I can do him right now hehehe.

✨You are my first ever request, thank you✨

Gʏᴏᴍᴇɪ Hɪᴍᴇᴊɪᴍᴀ☮︎︎

𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝

𐦐ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖𐦐

I like Gyomei, he understands people feelings and compliments them for their personality.

Honestly, hes chill and relaxing to be around with.

And all I got to say is that he's gentle and sweet with you. He'll kiss, massage, and compliment on every single part of your body, throwing away any insecurities you have or developed. You might even see him cry over how sympathetic he is towards you and how you feel. (He chill like that.)

But he can get rough sometimes on accident from how big he is compared to you.

Size kink maybe, but definitely has a praising kink going on.

He loves you so much that he'll do anything you want to do or try out, but he will put his foot down if it has anything to do with hurting you. He loves you too much to hurt you.

Warning there will be a belly bulge when y'all have intercourse and yes, he also may break your cervix on accident. He also may make you brain dead or too dumb to understand or realize what's going on when he's inside you, you're too into the pleasure he's giving you. You might shed a little tears too lol.

He loves hearing you moan and whimper in pleasure, it makes him feel pride that he's doing the right thing.

Gyomei will most of the time let you ride him so you don't get hurt, but he will help if you need to be stretched out to take him inside of you and whenever you go limp on his lap, exhausted from putting all the work in, he'll lay his hands on your waist and thrust you on top of him like a rag doll.

In my opinion he is a switch, but he leans more over to the soft dom role for sure.

He also might again accidentally make you squirt and overstimulates you from just thrusting his fingers into your hole.

✨Vanilla man✨

His pecs are like pillows (so comfy).

His hands are BIG so don't be surprised when he picks you up and carries you away. STRONG MAN!!!

After all of the actions, your guts are rearranged and also say goodbye to your legs because they have no purpose if you can't walk anymore.

Gyomei will feel bad for what he did and do absolute everything to make you feel better. Bring water to you, make sure you went to the bathroom, wash your body, make food for you to eat, cuddle you close to his body to warm you up more. Absolute EVERYTHING.

He also will cry from the guilty feeling, so please reassure him that your ok and you love him.

𐦐𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𐦐

You have just finished eating dinner with your husband and you started to clean the dishes, you were almost done until you felt two large hands enveloped your love handles, gripping them, you also felt a hard muscular chest against your small back.

"Hun, what are you doing?"

"Just appreciating my lovely wife that made my life a dream come true."

Then you felt something falling on top of your head and when you took a look at your husband face to see what's going on, you saw that he was crying.

"Hun, don't cry." You said sweetly while wiping your hand off with a towel and bringing them to caress his face.

"I'm your wife, I'm supposed to treat you nicely and lovingly with warmth of love, I love you."

"And I love you." Gyomei said bringing his own hands up to caress yours.

Out of nowhere you felt something hard poking at you in the stomach and you quickly realize what it was and started to laugh out loud.

"Gyomei, really, now of all times!?"

He started to smile too and said.

"I want to start a life with you, a family, will you help me, love?"

You stopped laughing and smiled lovingly at him with gentle eyes.

"I would love to start a family with you, Gyomei."

You let go of his face and grabbed his hands, you dragged him into the bedroom of yours and started to strip. You then reached your hands out and started to strip him too, but before you can take his pants off Gyomei dipped his head down. He started to kiss and nibble on your neck and shoulders, your hands laid on his chest lightly and you moaned in delight.

"Gyomei~"

You slipped your hands into his pants and moved them up and down his shaft, making him moan out too.

"L-love~"

His pants and underwear dropped on the ground and his cock stood up on top of his stomach with a loud smack.

When he was done giving you love bites you brought him to the futon, setting him down slowly on it and getting on top of his lap. He moved your legs across his right leg and made you lay on his chest with your face close to his. His dick was right under your ass and you gripped it under your grasp and brought it to your pussy lips.

He thrusted in slowly going through your hole until he could not shove anymore in and there you saw a bulge showing under your stomach. You brought Gyomei right hand that was on your waist while the other one is on your shoulder and laid it on the bulge.

"Look what you did hun, hehehe."

Gyomei was in awe, but then moved his hand back to its place and started to slowly thrust in and out of you carefully.

𐦐𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𐦐 < —— press here for Twitter link

"Oh yes baby~"

He was thrusting into you so nicely and every time he did, he kept hitting your cervix deep and good. He also kept kissing on your lips every second he could get.

"Gyomei I think I'm going to cum~"

"Cum all over me, love, I'm yours to the very end~"

And so you did, cumming hard around his shaft that was still moving inside of you until he finally came.

You were moved to the side, laid on your back, and Gyomei turned towards you and kissed you on the forehead asking if you needed anything. You declined, saying you don't need anything else from him, but he insisted that you at least drink a cup of water and so he stood up grabbing you the water that you didn't want or requested.

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂'𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓾𝔂𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓰 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓑𝓨𝓔

P.S. follow me on Wattpad, my name is @Ava873703, I post there more new stories then here

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randomgurl2326 · 5 months

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Welcome To Th- Oh Shit… Part 2

A/N: Welcome back to part 2 of my Sanji fic. I don’t know how you guys liked that one(after I was finished writing it I didn’t really know how to feel about it). But thank you for all the support, love you!💚💜

TW: angst, severe angst

Y/N POV

You know that feeling like you have to cry but you have to keep it in? Yeah? Well, that’s exactly how I feel right now watching my ex-husband help my captain from the water.

No matter where I go, I can’t seem to get away from him, like a puppy who always finds his way back home. These last two days, I’ve been trying to avoid him all I could, but at every fucking turn he’s there.

Currently, I am chest-to-chest with Sanji (really, head-to-chest but I digress). That stupid fucking smirk on his facing always telling me he’s going to say something stupid, or hot, it’s hard to tell.

“I see you fruitless efforts have failed yet again. Ready to talk now,” Sanj asks with a certain twinge in his voice. Honestly, how dare he. He knows what happened, and he knows it wasn’t my fault…

Flashback 2 YEARS AGO

“Sanji, I have had enough of this shit! You know how I feel about this! About what you do,” after todays shift I was pissed with my alluring chef, so fucking careless.

Sanji throws his head back, without a clue of why his wife is upset with him, “And I’ve told you million times: I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Right, right. Play the dumb card, see where that gets you. You know how I feel when you flirt with those thoughtless women,” my anger seething through, sure enough Zeff could hear us.

I start pacing around our shared room no thoughts but anger running through my mind. I knew Sanji was a flirt, but I never thought he would ever take it this far.

“Oh yeah? And what about you and dimwit at 5, huh? Don’t think I didn’t see that.”

That motherfucker, he knows I don’t do this willingly and he’s over there on a high-fucking-horse thinking he’s got me.I stop and look dead in his honey eyes, “Don’t. You know, you know,” tears starting to burn in my eyes as I point my finger at him, “No. No…” I take a deep breath and yell, “OUT! Now! Get out! FUCK!”

As I move, I bump into Sanji and move past him. I don’t see his heart broken, confused face. I just see my anger and I start packing everything in my bags. My eyes still burning, leaving, thinking I’ll never come back or see him again.

Flashback Over PRESENT DAY

I look up to him and think back to that day, not realizing he didn’t know, me being selfish, not even thinking about him or letting him explain. Tears pool in my eyes as I look up to him, my voice small.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” it’s never ending, I just keep on saying ‘sorry’ like my life depended on it.

As I keep going, he pulls me into his chest and strokes my hair, shushing me to calm me down. “Do-Don’t say sorry, mom cherie,” his silver voice soothing me as I hiccup through the tears.

I can’t look up at him, I can’t face him. My once epic love, ruined from one night, me being stupid and selfish.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry about that night. I’m sorry that you didn’t know. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you-hiccup-I’m sorry, my tears temporarily subsiding, me looking up at him.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re here, I’m here,” his voice a remedy to my deafening sobs. His hand caress my face, him wiping away my tears. “It’s okay, I love you. I love you,” his voice breaks, and I look up to reveal him crying, just like that night.

I don’t hold it in anymore—I can’t hold it in anymore—I take the leap. I kiss him. That once epic love all coming back, to the both of us. As our lips part, I whisper, as if a well-kept secret, “I love you.”

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A/N: I know, I know, so much angst! Anyway, part 3?

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yuyusuyu · 8 months

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blurred lines and lies — 06. the blurred line

synopsis. you were always with yeosang, hips stuck together and hands glued to each other. he was all you knew and you were all he knew too for a while, but then you both grew up, one moving at a faster pace than the other. yeosang left you behind to awkwardly navigate the rest of an adventure—high school—without him while he embarked on a new one—college—by himself. the line of being best friends blurred somewhere along the way, and you find yourself crying on the night he promises to be someone else's because you love him. you've always loved kang yeosang ever since the days where he was trying to figure out who he was (an awkward and painful era for any teenager in middle school), loved him ever since his voice began cracking as it's tone deepened, loved him ever since he took you to that stupid and overpriced school dance in middle school despite not liking being in a huge crowd, you loved him ever since he began to become a quiet and reserved man. you hoped to be on the other side of things for once, on the other side of the line of being just best friends with kang yeosang; you realize now that it was stupid of you to ever have that sort of hope. and while you began to calm down, you wonder about what it's like being on the other side of a friendship. you don't know, but you hope to find out as you embark an adventure without him. but you didn't realize what it would it do to you and yeosang, and what it would do to you and choi jongho, your other best friend.

warnings. alcohol consumption, mentions of feeling sick (throwing up but nothing happens), jealousy. if there's anything i should add, let me know!

wc. 1k

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SARANG looks at you, eyes gleaming in mischief as she swirls her wine glass, lips tugged upwards in a teasing smile. “so,” she drawls. “yn, my adorable friend.”

“yes?” you sing, grinning as you take a sip from your glass, the wine going down your throat smoothly. you make a mental note to ask san later about where he got this wine because it is so good, and it would be a good one to drink with jongho on one of your lazy nights in his apartment.

“how are things going with jongho?”

at the mention of your best friend’s name, you brighten up and beam at the bride. “perfect, as always!” your grin softens and you look down at the contents of your wine glass, tilting it back and forth and watching the red wine swish around. “i’m thankful for him. i really, really, really am glad that i was able to meet and befriend him.” pausing, you chuckle and shake your head, taking another sip of wine before continuing. “he’s helped me become a better person and convinced me to pursue my dreams. he helped convince my parents to let me pursue photography and in letting me go abroad.”

sarang hums. “san told me about that.”

you nod. “jongho is such an amazing person. i’ve always felt comfortable around him. he’s like my haven no matter where we go. i’m horrible at taking care of myself and he knows that, so he always travels with me when football season is over.”

“oh, your photos in the new edition were marvelous,” sarang pipes up, grinning. “you always outdo yourself every time, yn.”

“thank you.” you laugh, feeling giddy after receiving the compliment. “jjongs says the same.”

“i know,” sarang says.

your tone softens at your next words as you throw your head back, eyes closed. “i honestly wouldn’t have made it here without jongho. he’s so important to me… he’s like a puzzle piece in my life that no matter what happens or what shape my life becomes, even if his puzzle piece can’t fit, i’ll just force it in and super glue him to the pieces of my life because… i can’t see a future where he’s not in it. no matter what, even if i’m married and old, jongho will always be there. he’s been there for me. always.”

“actually, my husband was always there for you.” younghee says, glancing at you. “but i guess you’re right since he hasn’t been there in… recent times.”

you ignore younghee’s words as does sarang. the bride giggles. “it sounds like you’re in love with jongho, yn.”

“what?” you screech, immediately sitting back up to face your friend. you groan, whiplash hitting you from how fast you whipped your head to look at sarang. as you cradle your head, younghee smiles.

“looks like you finally found another best friend besides yeosang.” younghee closes her eyes. “i’m happy for you.”

you huff in amusement, smiling at her and leaning back into your chair. “well, yeosang and i decided to rekindle our friendship.” you open an eye to peek at younghee, almost laughing at her expression. “it honestly feels like the pause we put on it was never there to begin with.”

younghee stares at you, shocked. “you guys… what?”

“so,” says san, smirking as he folds his arms over his chest and leans back into the couch. “how has yn been?”

out of instinct, yeosang opens his mouth to reply but gets beaten to it by jongho.

“she’s doing great, actually.” jongho says, taking a shot and placing the small glass cup on the table. “she’s thriving and she made a name for herself in the industry, and i couldn’t be prouder of her. she deserves all of this and more.” he scrunches his nose as he grabs the bottle of tequila and pours himself another shot. “we’re happy to be back for a bit before going back.”

“a bit?” yeosang asks, leaning forwards in his seat. “before going back?”

jongho nods, drowning his shot glass before pushing it away, stretching his arms over his heads. san laughs at the confused expression on yeosang’s face. “you know that yn and jongho went abroad for college, right?”

yeosang slowly nods.

“and you know about how they transferred over after a semester, right?”

actually, he didn’t know that, but he nods once more.

“well,” san says. “they liked it so much over in london that they moved there after graduating. this is the first time they’ve visited since moving there four years ago.”

jongho hums. “yup,” he says. “we’ll be going back a week after the wedding.”

“oh.”

yeosang feels sick to his stomach. he feels like he just got his heart ripped out and stomped on. you moved to london, permanently, and this is the first time you’ve visited in four years after you moved there.

with jongho.

the information makes him dizzy. he just got you back, and he doesn’t want to lose you. the thought of losing you once more makes his heart ache in pain, makes it bleed and clench in fear of going through the pain of watching you leave him a second time.

he can’t lose you.

he can’t lose a piece of himself once more.

not again.

not ever.

and not to jongho.

“so, when are you planning on confessing to her, hm?” san raises a brow at his cousin.

yeosang immediately snaps out of his head, turning his head to look at jongho with narrowed eyes. it doesn’t matter if he hasn’t talked to you in four years, because after all this time, he just wants what’s best for you.

he always will.

jongho smiles. “i hope to make my move when we return to london,” he says.

the long-haired male slumps down in his seat and stares up at the ceiling, blinking.

return to london.

yeosang hopes you don’t go back.

because he really can’t bear to lose you again. and to jongho… again.

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Ok, I have the cutest request of Bradley and Mrs. Bradshaw taking care of goose and lydia (maybe when Mrs. Bradshaw is pregnant with James) and they both wake up in the middle of the night with a stomach bug (because it always happens in the middle of the night with kids 😂) honestly, I just think they are the best parents ever and even when the kids feel so sick their parents just make them feel better.

(So much puke in the poor Bradshaw household 😆 But writing about my favorite little family definitely cheered me up after a challenging day!)

“Mommy!”

Despite the fact that it was almost three o’ clock in the morning, you were snapped out of a deep sleep instantly at the sound of your daughter’s voice, thick with tears and a sense of childlike urgency.

Rubbing your eyes with a yawn, you sat up slowly, gingerly cradling your seven-month pregnant belly as you reached over to turn on your bedside lamp.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked, looking down at where your three-year-old was standing next to your side of the bed, tears streaking down her pale cheeks.

“My belly hurts, Mommy,” she whimpered, clutching her stomach in obvious discomfort.

It was only when you had fully rubbed the sleep out of your eyes that you realized the front of Lydia’s pajamas were stained with vomit and that she looked a little green around the gills.

“Oh, sweetie, did you get sick?” you murmured soothingly, not wanting to make her more upset. Pushing the covers back and swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you eased yourself up slowly, the ache in your back from your third pregnancy throbbing slightly.

Lydia nodded, tears spilling over and trickling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Mommy!” she sobbed. “I throwed up!”

“Sh, sh, it’s okay, honey,” you assured her gently, bending down so that you could lift her up into your arms. You didn’t even think about the vomit that was coating the front of her pajama shirt. Since becoming a mother, those things just didn’t phase you the way they used to.

At that moment, Bradley, who you always swore could sleep through an earthquake, suddenly shifted and stirred, bereft of the warmth of your body lying beside him. “Mmm, honey?” he groaned tiredly, opening his eyes slowly. When he saw Lydia crying in your arms, his eyes opened wide and he sat up immediately. “What is it? What’s wrong?” he demanded, pushing the covers back and practically jumping out of bed.

“Lydia got sick,” you explained calmly, feeling your daughter’s forehead with the back of your hand. She felt a little warm, but not too feverish. “I’m gonna go get her cleaned up,” you added, brushing her hair away from her forehead and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Let me help, baby,” Bradley insisted, not wanting you to work any harder than you had to, what with you just having entered your third trimester.

“Daddy, my tummy,” Lydia cried quietly as Bradley lifted her into his embrace, her small arms wrapping around his broad shoulders.

“I know, angel, I know,” Bradley whispered, rubbing small circles on her back.

“I don’t feel good,” she whimpered, looking even paler than she had just a moment before.

“Bradley,” you warned, knowing exactly what that meant.

Bradley knew exactly what that meant, too. Without a word, he hurried Lydia off to the bathroom, holding her as she managed to vomit in the toilet this time around, crying the whole time.

“I’ve got you, baby. Daddy’s got you,” Bradley reassured her, sitting on the floor of the bathroom with her and holding her in his lap.

“I’m going to go strip her sheets,” you told your husband, running a hand through your hair. “Can you get her out of those pajamas?”

Nodding, Bradley held Lydia close to his chest and rose from the floor, following you towards her bedroom. Just as you were assessing the damage, which thankfully seemed confined to her bed and a few unfortunate stuffed animals, you suddenly heard your five-year-old son’s voice calling to you from his bedroom.

“Mommy!” came Goose’s miserable cry.

“Oh no,” you sighed, making eye contact with Bradley as he attempted to pull Lydia’s vomit-covered shirt over her head. He just grimaced, both of you knowing what was happening here.

“I got it,” you said, slipping out of Lydia’s bedroom and walking across the hall to your son’s bedroom. “Goose? Are you okay, honey?” you asked, turning on the light in his room.

“Mommy,” he whimpered, clutching his stomach where he stood in the center of the room. Clearly he had tried to get up to make it to the bathroom, but the puddle of vomit on the floor indicated that he hadn’t quite made it in time. “I’m sorry, Mommy! I tried not to!”

“Oh, honey, you don’t have to say sorry,” you rushed to reassure him, carefully stepping around the puke to wrap your arms around him and pull him close to you. “Not feeling too good, huh?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

Goose shook his head, wrapping his arms around your leg. “My tummy hurts, Mommy,” he told you. “Can you kiss it and make it better?”

“Oh, my love, I wish I could,” you told him regretfully. “Unfortunately, I can’t make this better with a kiss, but I’m going to be right here, okay? Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

Goose nodded with a little whimper, and you took his hand and led him to the bathroom, where he promptly proceeded to get sick again, just as Lydia had.

“We’ve got two down for the count, huh?” Bradley asked, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom with Lydia on his hip, having finished changing her into a pair of fresh pajamas.

“Looks like it,” you nodded, massaging your swollen belly with one hand as you rubbed Goose’s back soothingly with the other. “I heard the stomach bug was going around Goose’s class. I guess they both picked it up.”

“A bug?” Lydia gasped, her sweet little face twisting into a look of horror as she clutched her belly.

“It just means your tummy isn’t feeling so good right now,” Bradley said quickly, kissing her forehead and rubbing her stomach with a gentle hand. “No real bugs.”

“I’m tired, Mommy,” Goose said, rubbing his eyes once he was finished getting sick again.

“What do you two think about sleeping with me and Daddy tonight?” you suggested, running a wash cloth under some cool water and pressing it to your son’s flushed cheeks. You knew you and Bradley wouldn’t be getting any more sleep tonight anyway, and it would be good to be able to keep a close eye on the kids.

“Yes, please!” Goose nodded, clinging to you once again.

Lydia nodded vigorously in agreement, burying her face in Bradley’s neck and closing her eyes in exhaustion.

The matter settled, you and Bradley brought your children into your bedroom and helped them lay down under the blankets, checking once again to see if either of them were showing signs of a fever. When you stepped back and rested a hand on your lower back with a wince, Bradley immediately rushed to your side, massaging your lower spine with firm fingers.

“Baby, lay down. I’ve got this,” he whispered to you, his lips brushing against your temple. “Just stay with the kids and I’ll clean everything up, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded, too exhausted to even think about putting up a fight. There wouldn’t be a time when you were ever not grateful for how amazing your husband was.

It ended up being a rough night. After cleaning up the kids’ bedrooms and throwing their soiled sheets and pajamas into the washing machine, Bradley returned to bed, where Lydia claimed her spot atop his chest. Goose remained by your side, wedged against your large baby bump. The stomach bug being what it was, however, the two of them were up constantly, either being carried to the bathroom or vomiting in the pails you and Bradley had brought into your room as a back-up.

Some time around eight in the morning, Bradley glanced over at you, bleary-eyed and exhausted. Lydia was fast asleep on top of him, her mouth hanging wide open and her small hand fisted in his T-shirt.

“Haven’t pulled an all-nighter like this in quite a while,” he grinned tiredly, carefully reaching over so as not to disturb the kids and gently brushing his fingers against yours.

“Guess we needed the practice with another little one on the way,” you teased, resting a hand on your bulging belly, your other hand resting on Goose’s back where he slept beside you.

“Hmm, could have done with a little less puke though,” Bradley joked, chuckling softly. His fingers lightly brushed through Lydia’s hair.

“Now that my morning sickness is passed, we were a little too low on the vomit quota in the Bradshaw household,” you giggled, feeling giddy from exhaustion.

“I think we’ve more than made up for it now,” Bradley smiled, dropping a kiss on the top of your daughter’s head. “I just hate to see them suffer,” he murmured soberly.

“Me, too,” you nodded, stroking your son’s back tenderly. “You’re a pretty great dad, you know,” you added with an affectionate grin.

“Well you’re a damn great mother, so I have to keep up,” he winked, brushing a finger against the back of your hand.

You smiled at that, leaning back against the headboard and resting your eyes. “Just don’t you go getting the stomach bug on me,” you warned teasingly.

Bradley laughed at that. “Can’t make any promises, honey.”

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ladyelissarose · 1 year

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A Mother’s Revenge.

Warnings: mentions of death, shootings, depression and much angst, let me know if I missed anything!

Chapter 1 - ‘A Nightmare Became An Obsession’

The warmth of the sun kissed my body warmly, as I stretched out my bikini covered body on the fluffy towel my husband laid out for me on the prickly, golden sand. I laid on my tummy with my head in my hands while I adored the sight in front of me, my husband of 3 years, Jacob, was building sandcastles with my 2 year old baby boy, Benjamin. I could hear Benjamin’s cutest giggles as Jacob tickled his tiny toes and covered them with sand, he wore the biggest smile ever, mirroring his father’s lit up face. As I took a moment to glance at my surroundings, it didn’t take much for me to decided that I was pretty glad we had stuck with coming to the Bahamas for our yearly vacation. The people were super friendly, the weather was durable and comfortable, the scenery was just ethereal, everything was just... almost perfect. I then was called back to give my undeniable attention to my dearest love, as he called out to me as sweetly as ever,

“Mamas, is my drink right next to you?”

I sat up a little and looked behind me, there sat Jacob’s empty cup of fresh squeezed, orange juice. I reached for it as I called back,

“It’s right here! But let me go get it refilled for you-“

Jacob stood up immediately with his hand stretched towards me protesting,

“No, no.. it’s ok-“

I was already standing and throwing on my little dress, then started pretending to walk away to prove my point while smiling at him,

“Baba, I’m closer, plus little Benny is going to cry if Daddy leaves. I got you.”

Jacob let his hands fall defeatedly to his sides as he gave in, but not without one more request slipping from his kissable lips,

“Please give me a kiss first, I desperately need one!”

He puckered his lips and closed his eyes, waiting for me to give him his ‘so needed kiss’. I giggled at his usual behavior, ran to him, and gave him a quick, but passionate kiss on his lips that were mine, as he always said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek, then looked me in the eye with compassion and love, as he reminded me,

“You know I love you right? So so much.”

Jacob was always one to always give me words of affirmation and affection, and I never got tired of it, honestly, I was addicted to it and craved it at every passing second. I nodded at him while responding,

“I do Baba, and I love you so much too... remember that.”

He kissed my nose with a smile,

“I always do.”

He then bent down and picked up Benjamin, and began to coo, and mimic what he thought Benjamin would sound like making full sentences, while waving his chubby hand with his free, much larger hand,

“Mommy! I wan’ a ‘opsicle pwease , I built Daddy a nice sandcastle!”

I awed out loud while caressing Benjamin’s soft, baby feet, and looking down at the sandcastle on the ground.

‘Oh my goodness how adorable!!’

(In everyone else’s eyes it probably looked like a terrible mud pie with sea shells as the topping, but in our eyes.. it was Benny’s masterpiece... Picasso.)

“Awww!! Benny is so sweet!! Look at that magnificent castle!!”

Benny squealed at my high pitched voice that spoke in words to him, letting him know that I was utterly proud of his work.

With one last peck on Jacob’s lips and some raspberries given on Benjamin’s neck and tummy after I fixed his adorable little hat, I then moved to make my way to the drink stand they had near by,

“I’ll be right back, ok? The stand is right there.”

Jacob followed my finger which pointed towards where the stand stood, once his eyes locked on the it, and knew that he could see me clearly from there, (he always watched where I went if there was going to be quite a distance between us, he was protective and my watch guard) he then nodded approvingly,

“Ok Mama.. Get yourself something too, ok? I’ve heard that their mango and banana smoothie is delicious.”

He wiggled his brows at me to put more effect into his words, which earned him my toothy smile.

‘Sounds pretty delicious actually.’

I took in his offer to try it, I always trusted his judgment, because he only made suggestions on things he knew I really liked. Soon I was on my way, walking with confidence as per usual. I honestly felt great, I wore my husband’s favorite red bikini of mine, that came with a little dress to wear over it, with cute, black sandals. My hair flew gently in the wind that was flowing softly, and my face was hiding from the sun and it’s hot rays with my matching sun hat. I didn’t need to turn back and look behind me to make sure I was being watched by my husband for my security, I knew he always had my back and made sure I was in sight and safe. I waved at the nice bartender that I approached with a simple order,

“Hi! I’ll take a refill on the Orange Juice, a small mango banana smoothie, and a mini strawberry popsicle please.”

He beamed at me with happiness as he replied,

“Of course! That will be right up!”

He went to work right away, flawlessly making everything separately but all together at once, as so it seemed. I then leaned my back on the bar and began to look at the palm trees that stood tall all around the beach. I liked to watch the seabirds that rested at the very top, watching us down below, waiting for the right moment to steal our snacks or other things. I giggled to myself while shaking my head.

‘Bunch of thieves...’

A few loud laughters and gossip then could be heard from either the men or women that chilled inside their makeshift tents and canopies, or that stood around supervising their little ones. My eyes followed what I heard, which was the sweet, voices of little children that came from every direction, while they all chased one aother on the sand and into the cool, turquoise water. Oh I couldn’t wait till Benjamin started running around more, that would be so exciting right? Hearing his tiny feet padding across the floor while Jacob and I ran after him sounds like something great to look forward to for sure.

Bang!!

‘What the hell!?!?’

I gasped and held my hand over my heart when I heard the unexpected, and not welcoming sound, I turned my body towards the bartender thinking it was him that had dropped a large and heavy item. Until I heard it again, but much louder and closer, causing my mind to dreadfully come to reckon what it really was,

BANG!!!

‘No... it can’t be.’

After the second bang, haunting and horrifying screams erupted through the entire place, sending chills up my spine, and activating my sixth sense to run for cover towards my husband and my baby. Soon the banging sounds became continuous as I ran faster, I tried to focus on what was in front of me and not on the people and children that fell to the ground all around me, with growing crimson spots on their bodies. My eyes lit up with hope and a second of peace when I saw Jacob for a moment, before I was knocked to the ground with a searing pain in my thigh. A scream of pain left my mouth as I grabbed the place I was shot at, and let out another one when my eyes saw the blood spilling out and falling everywhere. Over all the noise and trauma all around me, I then heard from the distance, an all familiar voice scream for me repeatedly. I looked up right away, expecting to see the source of that voice, but when I didn’t, my heart dropped in panic. The fear of not seeing Jacob and Benjamin kicked me to my feet with an adrenaline, and miraculously I began to move fast, and ignore the pain that went up my leg up to my torso. My head turned in all directions as I searched frantically with screams coming from the bottom of my heart and soul,

“JACOB!! JACOB WHERE ARE YOU!??? JACOB!!!!”

I didn’t realize I was crying until a deep sob left my throat while I tried to gasp for air, and the tears that fell from my eyes were tasted on my lips. Before I started to scream again, I heard Jacob’s voice, coming from behind me.

‘Jacob!! That’s Jacob!!’

My head snapped towards the direction from where I heard him, and let out a cry when I saw him running towards me with Benjamin in his arms. He screamed for me to get down,

“GET DOWN BABY!! LAY DOWN-“

Mid sentence he then was pushed towards the ground, by the force of a bullet that hit his back. I saw it go through him and watched him fall flat to the ground, with Benjamin under him. I shouted for them both as I finally reached them, and was about to throw myself on top on Jacob and shield his body as I thought I would be able to pull Benjamin out. I could hear his little screams and cries that let me know he was terrified and needed me there to save him and protect him, but life... had other plans. A shock of pain rang up my spine and threw me next to Jacob’s body instead, my breath was knocked out of me when my head hit the ground. It registered to me that I had been shot again. I looked at Jacob in front of me, and called out to him as best as could,

“J-Jacob.. Ba.. Baba.. can you- can you hear me?”

I awaited his answer, but his eyes never found fine, and his voice never came back to me... I held in a scream, when I realized, that in front of me laid Jacob, lifeless. Blond began to spill from under him, and make a trail towards me.

‘Oh God no!! My Jacob!’

I began to feel my body lose control of itself as pain and unconsciousness tried to take over, but that didn’t stop me from attempting to grab Benjamin, and check for Jacob’s pulse. I used all my strength to drag my body closer, to work out my thoughts, but that’s when my eardrums busted because of the the sound that came from above me,

BANG!! BANG!!

They had just shot through Jacob, and silenced Benjamin’s cries. At the moment of their silence, I let a scream come out, but it was choked down when my stomach was kicked and they pushed me to my back. I suffocated while trying to fix my eyes on the person that stole my life from me... and there he stood above me, with his wicked eyes gazing into mine. I can almost swear he was wearing a smile too.

‘You wicked... wicked son of a bitch...’ During those few, split seconds of agony and pain, my mind began to take mental pictures of every feature of his monstrous face, and imprint them in my memory... because whether I died today or not.. I knew, that if I became a ghost... I’d haunt him until I took his soul, but if I.. by some miracle survived... I’d hunt him down until I took... his god forsaken life.

15 months later...

“So ma’am, I’ve heard complaints from your upstairs and downstairs neighbors... they’ve been saying that you’ve been too loud in the afternoons, at night... and in the middle of the night or really really early morning.... is there anything you have to say for that?”

I clearly heard my landlord’s words, understanding what she was saying and knowing exactly what she expected from me, a reasonable answer or defense to the complaints I have gotten for the past year or so.. I don’t even remember, I lost track of the time and repeated complaints. I simply then looked up from where my eyes rested on the movements of my fingers trying to pry off the loose skin on my pinky, and locked them on the grey headed, old lady’s brown eyes as I replied shortly,

“Im moving out.”

I took in her reaction, which was her shoulders slumping a little and a soft sigh leaving her lips. Yup, I’d be glad too if I was her, waking up to your neighbor screaming at night wasn’t pleasant at all, neither was her random moments of harshly punching the wall or something in her house to let out her anger or frustration wasn’t fun either. Or the times the music is at an ungodly volume to cover the screams and shouts she lets out as she sobs away her thoughts and memories. If I was the landlord, and I heard that my problematic client was leaving, I’d be jumping for joy without shame. I watched her as a few times she opened her mouth then closed it, trying to get some words was proving to be quite the mission for her I guess, but to cease her struggle, I simply stood and and informed her,

“I’ll be leaving tonight... thank you for everything, and I’m sorry for everything as well.”

My landlord rose to her feet and her eyes poured sympathy as they looked into mine, though she looked indeed very sincere, my cold heart wasn’t fazed by the warmth her heart gave. Her voice then came out softly, and slowly, making sure I heard and understood her every word,

“Listen dear, I just want the best for you. I have single little houses, where you don’t have to worry about any upstair or downstair neighbors, it’s just your place-“

I held in a breath and bit my tongue from rudely interrupting her, I listened on to all the offers she suggested that I should take, but I had already made up my mind.

‘Lady, though your offers sound great and all... but I’m not staying here anymore... I’m leaving... to find the man that took my only home.’

My head clicked back to reality when I heard her call my name and question,

“So, would you consider this?”

She handed me a pamphlet that held all the information she spoke of, I scoffed from the inside,

‘You could’ve just handed me the pamphlet... Now I don’t need it anymore because you told me everything.’

I gently took it from her hand and pretended to care about it as I looked over the pages quickly, then stuffed it in my pocket,

“Thank you ma’am, I’ll consider it. I’ll be dropping the key off later tonight, when I go.”

She sent me a small smile, one I didn’t return or even try to mirror,

“Be safe dear.”

I nodded my head at her before I spun around to walk out, with a low response,

“I’ll try.”

Simon’s POV

Today was my turn for desk duty, was I happy about it? I think the fuck not!! I hated being situated on a chair for hours looking at a blinding screen. I rather feel the soles of my feet burn from standing or running around for too long, with the sun hitting my back and sweat go through my balaclava, then go through this shit of a job. If I had cash on me, I would’ve paid my buddy Soap to take my place, but I didn’t have my wallet, and Captain Price made sure that he wasn’t around me, because he knew I’d give good ol’ Johnny my place for his, which was to clean all the weapons of every size and type, then test them out at the shooting range. But things have taken a slight turn, when one of our greatest hackers of our team, named Kyle Garrick, aka Gaz, had hacked into every piece of technology in this person’s house that held a camera, like her phone, computer, cameras, etc. So from those objects, we were able to observe and watch them. And lately we’ve been taking turns behind this screen, for the past 3 months. My team, known as the 141 Task Force, have been prying around a certain person that Laswell had mentioned to them once. I had heard about the so said person, but I wasn’t intrigued, because it was a woman that they all gawked about. Now if it was a male, serial mafia killer that they were onto, I’d be begging to be team leader and I’d hunt and haunt that fuckers soul to possess as mine, it was what I did best. All I had heard about this particular person, was that they’ve been growing an interest on a certain terrorist, which was odd for a woman, you’d think she’d be into.. different things or people?

THUNK!!

On the outside I didn’t even flinch to the sound, but my heart skipped a beat and my breath got caught in my throat. My eyes locked onto the screen and focused on the woman that had just arrived back at her apartment, the sound she made was her slamming the front door shut. I kept a close eye, as I watched her pick up a picture frame from a bookshelf, and hug it close against her chest. She swayed a little side to side, and began to cry softly. ‘Is she crying? You’ve got to be kidding me? I don’t get paid for this shit-‘

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!

At the sudden noise I shifted in my seat slightly. My eyes followed her every move, as she had yanked out a makeshift punching bag from her closet, and began to beat it with all her might. The sound of her fists hitting against it was quite sickening, and sounded very painful. Grunts and whimpers left her mouth as she went on and on for 5 minutes straight, then in a quick flash she began to take out knives from every pocket her clothing held, and started to throw them towards a wall full of pictures and writings that were behind her. I was now fully sitting up and intrigued by her sudden change in behavior, and zoomed my camera towards the objects her knives punctured perfectly. And there, I saw the faces of the terrorists we were after, and could only think,

‘What does this woman have to do with these men? Who is she... and who are they to her?’

“What the fuckin hell is her deal-“

“FUCK-“

Now I did flinch this time, at the voice of this Scottish man named Johnny McTavish... aka Soap. But I composed myself right away when I felt his hand rest on my shoulder, then I replied,

“I’m not sure... she was fine one moment, then crazy the next. And look at all the photos on her wall, the door, the furniture... they’re all of the men were hunting for.”

Johnny shook his head slowly, as he informed me,

“Ay... last night she was up till 4am... hacking into their systems, trying to collect any kind of information that she could... she wrote down everything too. And was learning how to speak their foreign language.”

I frowned under my mask, not being able to picture how a woman like her, could be so crazy and mad.

‘What did they do to you?’

“What else do we know about her, other than her observing terrorists?”

Johnny looked at me sideways, and told me with a tone of disappointment,

“Laswell has that hidden for now... but according to the world and its identification systems, she’s dead right now... and doesn’t have a name. I’m thinking that she works for a higher government.”

I hummed lowly, as a spark of interest hit me, and I grew curious of her, wanting to know her reasons, her life, the meaning behind the person she had become. Soon I felt a pat on my back as Soap sighed,

“I have to go mate. Don’t want Price catching me here with you... but keep me informed please.”

I sent him a sly wink,

“Of course Johnny, now go.”

With one last smile he gave me, Soap walked out of the room and disappeared,

Ding!!

My computer rang out a notification, and the search history of the woman started to pop out, and there I read everything she was typing out in that moment on her cellphone. It was all in a different language, but my mind translated it to the language I knew,

‘Where do you have shelter that’s in the woods in Italy?’

‘It’s right outside of Venice, it’s very secured, and only the people that contact me know where this place lies, to everyone else it’s unknown and well hidden.’

‘Perfect. Can I take it for the next 4 weeks?’

‘I’m sorry, I already have it taken for the next 3 weeks.’

‘I’ll pay you 20k in cash. If you let them go and give me the shelter.”

‘.... it’s a deal, I’ll see you in Venice with the cash at early morning daylight.”

‘Deal.’

I watched the woman’s figure, as it came closer to her computer when she left her cellphone. Her face’s features became clear in front of my screen, looking at it with a sigh leaving her red and chapped lips. Honestly, she was a sight to behold... if sadness and anger was a person.. or a woman more specifically... it’d look like this one. She was both beautiful yet depressing to see, her eyes held a stare that told me she had seen it all, her expressionless face, told me that she felt nothing anymore. The dark bags under her eyes blinded me from seeing the real color of her eyes. The redness in her eyes made her look more sick than anything. Sometimes I wonder why creations most beautiful and perfect people, suffer more and have the most wrecked heart of all time, why can’t they live a life as beautifully as they looked? My heart for some reason, felt a feeling it hadn’t gone in a long time, or more exact, for the past 12 years... which was ever sense my mother passed away. My heart pinched painfully, and a cold feeling settled inside at the very bottom of it. She then began to click on several pictures she had collected over the past weeks I believe, and started print them out one by one. And in perfect order, she hung the up and left them dangling from the ceiling, her eyes were cold and still the entire time, and her body didn’t move any more than she needed it to. After a few minutes, she had finished, and walked away from the masterpiece she had created, and stood still while observing it. All the photos were of the same people, the same place, all about the same target.

“This is not an observation... this is a fucking obsession.”

I huffed under my breath and sat back in my chair, taking into note what I saw in front of me with shock. As I studied her work of art, I noticed that all the pictures that hung around, seemed to shape something too. I zoomed in the camera, and began to follow each picture, and mentally began to shape what made sense, until it clicked. The pictures all around her, spelled ‘Family’.

‘What in the fucking hell happened to her... damn I wished I read the review they wrote about her.’

Just then I heard a ringing sound come to life from her place, and I perked up my attention to her every move, as she began to walk towards her cellphone. I immediately connected our systems to the cellphone in her house, and wrote down the number that was calling her, and awaited for her to pick it up, so I could hear who phoned her. But I saw the hesitation she held, how she held the phone in her hands for a moment, looking at the caller ID, as she then took a deep breath and let it out slowly, before answering with a strong, but steady voice,

‘Who is this?’

Her voice had a slight tremble to it in the beginning, but soon it came out smoothly. My computer began to record the call as it went forward.

‘Are you the lady that emailed us and got into our system to reach our boss?’

Sounded like a person from a foreign country, their accent was thick and deep. Silence was held for a moment before an answer from the woman,

‘Yes... I need to have a meeting with him, to make a deal on something I’ve been planning... something nuclear.’

‘Nuclear? Ahhh... that’s the serious business then... Well, he says you can come in 3 days, in Venice, Italy. There at the boat, well shall meet to discuss your work.’

I watched how the woman then threw a fist in the air, like if she was happy her call was a success, she then replied simply,

‘Sounds good.’

‘Do you have the money with you for this?’

‘I have the money and the notebook, that shows my plans for the weapon.’

‘Good, we shall see you then, Melione.’

‘Until then.’

‘Melione?... what the hell does that mean? Is that a code name?’

My mind wanted to sit for a moment and dissect what ‘Melione’ meant, but I ignored it for now when I saw how she tossed her phone onto the table and ran to pick up her large bag from her bedroom, and began to toss whatever seemed important to her in it. I took that moment of her being busy packing her bags, to run to Price and tell him the news.

‘Damn she’s moving fast.. meaning we have to too.’

Price’s POV

I reread Melione’s file for the 7th time today, and couldn’t process how such a lively, sweet woman, had become the saddest and ‘supposed to be dead’ being to walk this planet. Her name was off the records, but lately she had been going by the name Melione, as she contacted people here and there on the internet. Her observation on my new target, went quite deep, and she had gotten secret information about them in seconds, when it had taken me months to even get a single name or picture. I was very curious as to what Laswell hid from me about her. Up until this moment, the biggest puzzle piece to this case was why?

I lit up my old cigarette as I thought,

What caused this anger to rage in her? What caused her to observe these specific men? Who does she really work for? Does she even work for someone?’

“Price, I got something.”

I snapped out of my own thoughts of a million questions as I looked up from the file I held, and held my eyes on my strongest and bravest Lieutenant, Simon Riley, aka Ghost. He stood there at my door with an intimidating stance, as per usual, but I could tell in his eyes that he held a lot of what he wanted to say, so I let him inform me,

“What is it Simon?”

He then placed a descriptive note of his observation on Melione on my desk while speaking,

“She’s going to Venice... she’s going to meet a few men that are going to take her to our target, Captain.”

I scoffed with admiration and surprise,

‘She’s a whole team in one fucking body... she’s relentless and fast.’

I slowly came to a stand on my feet, and ordered Simon,

“Then we leave too, we will not let her out of our sights... tell the men to pack up, we’re going Venice.”

Simon nodded once before leaving to room,

“Affirmative, sir.”

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aliorsboxostuff · 1 year

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Sooooo you know in one of the most recent episodes when Din in like forced to his kneels by storm troopers and he’s like kinda tied up could you do something with that maybe please.😉

INSANE how that episode got a chokehold on me. It’s both so sad and so action packed like omggg anyhow gents and gensn’t we’re here to simp and SIMP we do! Honestly the scene got me crying throwing up sobbing bcuz Din got taken away from Grogu, but leave it for a day and i came back kinda 👀 abt it, so here it is! Short drabble since i don't think i can explore this as much as i would like, either way, enjoy dear anon and readers! (MAYBE I'll make a pt.2 if y'all like this) <3

Ner Mesh’la

Tags: Din x gn!Dom!Reader, Drabble, -500 words, he/him prns!reader, husband!Din Djarin, helmetless Din, softdom!Reader, ambiguous ending, ropes, bound hands, sub!Din, those brown eyes!, Dom/Sub undertones, Praises, Mando’a translated at the end

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“You have your safeword?” He gulps at the man hovering above him, layers of clothes still on his body while Din shivers, knees planted on the floor.

“Yes,” Din’s chest struggles with even breaths, his modulator making static sounds with each inhale. He smiles, a soft reassurance, yet the darkness hidden behind those eyes deceives it.

“Not too tight, right?”

“No.” The rope around his wrists were secured, and loose enough for him to break free, he’s skilled enough to know. It wont leave burning marks unless he wants them, unlike those annoying times on his bounties where he’d unfortunately get tied up. The bounds reflect his trust on you, your promise to serve him. Din lets out another huff.

“Alright, now…” Those skilled fingers trace the side of his helmet, to the jutting mandibles, then stopping just below it, the Beskar that hovers over Din’s jaw. “I’m going to take this off, is that okay?”

“Yes.” Din shudders.

“Good boy,” He smiles, eyes burning through his visor. The visor that won't separate him between the darkness of his Beskar and the colors of his husband's eyes.

A short hiss, then his vision goes dark for a second, before he blinks away the blur and adjusts to the low lighting. Your smile grows, setting the helmet on the table, before you take in an eye full.

Din, your husband, your riduur, expanse of golden, scarred skin displayed, on his knees with his hands bound, lidded brown eyes looking up to you. His cock leaking precum onto the floor below. Lips parted, the weeks old stubble across his jawline. You couldn't resist tracing a hand there, feeling the short hair as his eyes flutter, then bending down, giving a taste at those soft lips, before you pull away and hear him whine.

“Din, ner mesh’la Din,” He leans into your palm, eyes closed as he inhales. Your eyes soften, one hand tracing above his ear, before it moves to brush back messy curls, and he preens under your touch, sighing contently. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” He answers, eyes still closed as he feels your nails slightly scratch at his scalp, making him hum and push into your hand. You smile, both hands now holding his jaw as Din slowly opens his eyes again, a dark pool behind his lashes.

You hum. “Ready?”

“Y-yes,”

Translation: Ner mesh’la: My beautiful

Requests are open!

#din djarin x male reader #din djarin x m!reader #din djarin x gn!reader #din djarin x gender neutral reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin drabble #lio writes #star wars fanfiction #din djarin #x male reader #x m!reader #mandalorian x reader

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countrymusiclover · 10 months

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81 - Gemini Downfall Wedding

Part 82

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Pushing my hands down the light blue dress I smiled feeling someone staring at me from the doorway. “It would be considered creepy if you weren’t my husband while you stare at me like that.”

“I just can’t help myself, Raelyn.” Klaus smiled when I turned to see he was wearing a black tux and a dark gray tie to go with it. “Honestly if I didn't have to hear the end of it. I would say we just skip the wedding and let me take that dress off you hmm.”

Rolling my eyes at him I draped my arms over his shoulders leaning up on my toes. “As much as I wish that too. Josette wouldn’t forgive me if I missed it. Plus she has assigned the girls to be her flower girls. So we have to go.”

Klaus drove us to the place where they had everything set up for the wedding. My husband sat behind my uncle Joshua while I was off somewhere else with the girls. “Okay so this is very important for cousin Jo. So just throw the pedals and meet mommy at the very end.” Alina, Missy and Hope all nodded in agreement.

My three triplets slowly walked down the row throwing the flowers where everyone turned to see Jo in her long white dress being led down by her father. She smiled at me and I smiled as he placed her hand in Ric’s going to find his seat. “They are so adorable and I’m glad you freed your husband.”

“Yes they are. You’re and Ric’s kids will be cute too.” I grinned standing beside Elena since she had asked us both to be her bridesmaids. “And oh yes I’m happy to have him back.”

The music stopped playing before the Reverend smiled brightly. “Welcome, family and friends, on this magical evening to the wedding of Alaric Saltzman and Josette Laughlin. Josette and Alaric have prepared their own vows.

Alaric held her hands almost making me start bawling at his vows. “Neither one of us should be here right now. We've spent our lives dodging fate and b*ating the odds, but because we did, I got to meet you, the most beautiful, hilarious, and intimidatingly brilliant woman I have ever known. You inspire me. You've shown me that happiness is actually something that I can have in my life. And so...I promise to be with you and love you and to dodge fate with you for the rest of our lives.”

The Reverend looked at my cousin. “Josette?”

Jo chuckled beginning her vows until I smelled blood, saw she stabbed through the stomach and her dress was red. “Oh, God. That's a tough act to follow. Here goes. Alaric Saltzman, you are…”

Alaric caught his soon to be wife collapsing into his arms. “Jo? Jo? Jo? Oh, my God. Jo? Jo? Jo?! Oh, God. No!”

She winced where I vamped from my seat, biting into my wrist drawing blood. “Aah! Aah!”

“Jo drink!” Shoving my wrist over her mouth she attempts to drink but she was losing too much blood too fast.

Alaric began crying, staring at me. “No! No, no, no, no.”

Suddenly before our eyes Kai appeared from being invisible standing beside Elena holding a bloody knife in his hand. “I was gonna wait till the "death do us part" bit, but it seemed a little on the nose. Am I right?”

Uncle Joshua rose to his feet about to do something with Klaus at his side with our girls but Kai raised his hand creating a large pitched sound spell. Everyone in the room dropped on the ground holding their heads in pain. “Miss me? No? Oh, well.” He waved his other hand, smashing the glass and dropping the chandeliers from above.

“Kai!” Uncle Joshua’s voice is the first thing I heard when I woke up. Rubbing my neck I frantically looked around for my husband and kids.

“Klaus! Hope…Alina…Missy!” I hollered getting to my feet gripping one of the seats.

Klaus called out where I rushed over seeing that the girls were slightly bleeding from the glass. “Raelyn! They barely have heartbeats…”

“Get them out of here and give them blood. I’ll stay here and deal with Kai.” I croaked brushing Missy’s hair for her face listening to their tiny hearts still beating. But if he waited any longer they might not make it.

He shook his head where I watched the wound on his forehead starting to heal over. The wound that was in my stomach had already healed so we were both okay. “I can’t leave you here, Rae. I will kill your uncle for this!”

“It’s not his fault now. It’s Kai’s. But we don’t have time to argue. Get them out of here before he tries to kill them.” I barked at my husband watching him pick his three daughters up vamping them out of the building where I turned my head seeing Alaric holding my dead cousin away from me.

Uncle raised his hand, beginning to chant a spell slowly walking towards Kai. “Sanguinem fillio sanguinem effurgarex.”

“Let me guess. Prison world?” Kai could hear the other members of our coven chanting the same spell. “I mean, you can't kill me, or else you all die, too, right?”

Uncle Joshua glanced in my direction calling out to me. “Raelyn, I’m sorry about your girls. We can handle him. I just need you to do your unliking spell that you did on me.”

“And why should I do that?” I spat the question at him even though I wanted to tear Kai limb from limb.

Joshua sent me a sensitive look where I could tell he was actually telling the truth to me for once in my life and he wasn’t screwing me over. “Raelyn please believe me now. Once he’s not linked to the rest of us you can spill his guts if you want. We just need his blood since he’s the leader now….if you help us I’ll never come after your family ever again you have my word.”

“Hey. I'm sorry about your twinsies. I just don't feel like competing for leadership with future Gemini twins.” Kai turned away from his father looking at Alaric holding his dead wife in his arms. “See...When your family decides that you're nothing but an irredeemable piece of trash, well… Guess the best thing to do is prove them right, right?

Raising my hand I drew Kai towards me shoving my hand inside my cousin’s chest. “Don’t try and talk your way out of this, Kai. You just killed the only person in this family I gave a damn about. So you deserve this!”

“If you kill me they die too…” Kai started gasping for breath with my hand wrapped around his heart.

Pushing my fingers tighter around it he gasped sharper when I got in his face vamping over to my uncle grasping his hand in mine since he had some cuts on his hand drawing out his blood. “I don’t give a crap about that anymore. You killed Josette and for that you don’t get to live!”

“Start chanting and I’ll follow you.” Uncle Joshua said, glancing at me where I let Kai’s blood drop at our feet. He squeezed my hand dropping his own blood onto his son’s.

Raising our hands up together I began chanting, never taking my eyes off of Kai. “Phasmatos tribum, nas ex veras. Uenes fes matos et somnos. Phasmatos tribum - agh!” Their blood started to separate until Kai launched a broken chair leg into my stomach causing me and Joshua to break hands breaking the unliking spell.

Kai quickly ran forward tackling me to the ground when I yanked the leg out of my stomach. He attempted to stab me in the stomach again with another piece of wood until I threw him backwards after launching the wooden chair leg with my blood inside his chest. “Ha ha thanks for that, cousin. Now I get to be judged like you.”

“What the heck are you talking about?” I asked getting to my feet looking towards my uncle seeing that he was about to run over to me and try the spell again.

Kai took the wooden piece out of his stomach, swiping his finger over where my bloody was on the other end sucking it off his finger. “This ought to do it.”

Joshua raised a hand screaming the split second that Kai used a glass shard he got from the ground and stabbed himself in the neck. “No!” Kai collapsed dead right in front of Ric and Jo.

“Get out of here, little niece. There’s nothing more we can do….protect your family.” Joshua shuttered when the other members of our coven stopped chanting and started slowly dying alongside Kai.

Vamping from the bloody wedding Klaus was waiting with the girls cupping my face in his hands scanning the blood stained dress. “Shhh I’m okay. I healed over remember.”

“I know, I know. I just….I…thought you were still linked to Kai.” He nodded through tears pulling me in for a tight hug. He gripped my hair in one hand with his other on my lower back.

Burying my face into his chest I gripped his shoulders I sniffed through tear’s finally getting the chance to deal with the fact that Josette was actually dead. “She’s gone…..he freaking murdered her. And I didn’t get the chance to murder him for it. Nik….Jo’s gone!”

Nik’s phone started ringing where we broke the embrace hearing Damon’s voice. “What do you want, Salvatore!”

“Don’t get snappy at me Klaus but I need to tell your siphon wife something she won’t believe.” I heard him say so he handed me the phone. “Whatever spell you tried to use on Kai to kill him before he could take vampire blood from you must have worked. Cause Bonnie Bennett is literally standing in my house.”

Running a hand through my hair I gasped through some happy tears. “You mean I broke her out of the prison world. That’s insane - uh we’re on our way.”

Klaus and I made it back to their house seeing the pair we’re sitting in front of the Salvatore fireplace since Kai had managed to siphon away the barrier spell over the town. Damon was looking at the picture Bonnie brought back from the 1903 prison world. “I don't get it. So you were in my house in a 1903 prison world.”

Bonnie takes out the video camera playing the video she took. “Watch this. I didn't know it was still on when I got pulled out.”

Damon rolled his eyes at the witch.“Congratulations. You shot some walls.”

Klaus and I leaned down closer watching the video when Bonnie told him. “Just wait.”

There was a woman’s voice on the camera that I slightly recognized from somewhere I just couldn’t place it. “Who are you?”

Bonnie's voice was on camera too. “Who are you?”

Damon took the camera from her hands. “Who is this?”

Bonnie instructs him where he hit the pause revealingly a woman with slightly curly raven black hair looking directly at the camera. “There. Stop.”

Damon: mumbles. “Oh, my God.”

Bonnie asked him, “What?”

Damon gasped in disbelief at the woman on camera. “It's my mother.”

“I don’t believe it…” I trailed off thinking back to the day I gave birth to our daughters and I somehow ended up in a prison world I didn’t know about.

Klaus glanced at me, squeezing my hand in his. “What is it, Rae?”

“I have freaking met her before.” I sucked in a breath when Damon shifted around to me on the couch with shock written on his face. “She was in a prison world….meaning that she’s a vampire.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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ablogofsapphicpanic · 5 months

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Hey it’s been awhile 😞 but I’ve been tinkering away on your story and am really excited about where it’s going. 👀 But first I wanted to ask a couple more questions to make sure I’m going in the right direction.

Do you have a preference for a long one-shot or multi-chapters? Right now the fic is shaping up to go either way, so I want to ask now before I hunker down in writing land and the scope implodes.

On a scale from 1-10 how much angst do you like? If you'd prefer something a bit more lighthearted let me know!!

And of course, do you want something smutty? I can stick with something more sfw if that’s your vibe!

AND LASTLY: Would you want a preview in a week or so? If not, that’s fine too.

ALSO I TOO AM A HUGE KARLACH FAN. I love her so much. My first playthrough I started romancing Astarion, but then I took a long break b/c I got the flu (which SUCKED). When I came back, I decided to start a new campaign and went the Karlach route. TRULY the best and I want the world for her.

I have two close friends who both agree Karlach is wonderful, but we’re currently at a stalemate because one of them is EXTREMELY pro-Gale and the other is not and it’s been hilarious mediating between the two. Every year our friend group hosts a powerpoint presentation party and I’m convinced Gale friend’s presentation is going to be on her now in-game husband Gale and why he is the best. I’ll report back if she changes my mind and makes me love him too.

Do you have any plans for the holidays? I’ll probably visit my family, but I’m mostly looking forward to having some interrupted reading time. We also play a lot of board games. Do you have any favorites? After that I’m hoping 🤞 to swing by NY to say hello to friends who live upstate and then to NYC to see Sleep No More. This is probably the most adventure I’ve had in a while.

🎅

Ahhhh I’m so sorry, I kept forgetting to respond to this!!! Hi! I hope you’ve been doing well 💖💖

Honestly, I am fine with whatever the flow of the story is but if it really comes down to it, a long one shot is slightly preferable but if you feel like chapters flow better/help with the story, go for it! If it winds up being a lot or if there’s a cut off that you feel would be a good break, I’d definitely prefer chapters over the one shot if that makes sense

I do love angst, I’d probably say like a 7. I enjoy crying, I find it cathartic but I do like happy endings to my angst because I’m a sap. But I love a little bit of suffering in my media, it’s the best way to go. Not to say that lighthearted stuff is boring, but angst can be excellent for storylines

Smut or no smut is fine with me! I’ll never say no to a little bit of ✨spice✨ (insert that tiktok sound here).

I WOULD LOVE A PREVIEW ABSOLUTELY PLEASE 💖💖💖 I can’t wait to see what you’ve got going 😫 I’m sure I will lose my mind over it

I am a part of the small group that hates Astarion but am fully willing to admit that if he was a woman I’d be all over that shit 💁‍♀️ Yes I am a hypocrite but I don’t think I’ll ever try a romance with him. I hope you’re feeling better from your flu though 💖💖Being sick suuuuucks and I just want to spend the whole time asleep. With Karlach, shadowheart sums it up nicely that she can throw you over her shoulder and carry you to safety. And I love her calling you soldier. I giggle every time she does. I’m doing one playthrough where I’m romancing Laezel and I love that you can call her out for insulting you after she comes on to you (I didn’t cuz I love that shit). I am currently pro Gale bc MB poisoned my mind it’s all her fault but honestly Godspeed with the two friends so vehemently against each other 🫡 report back on if she does the presentation bc that would be hilarious

I’m hoping to go visit family too! I usually pop home for Christmas and use up the last of my vacation hours for the year. And I’ll hopefully get to meet my brand new baby nephew! Also have fun in New York!! Be prepared to see weird shit if you take the subway, I was not properly warned before I took it for the first time in October. Idk where in upstate you plan on going but hopefully there’s some pretty snow instead of the gross mucky rain we’ve been getting the past two weeks.

Sorry this took me so long to answer! I hope you’re doing well!!

#secret santa

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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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Time and nr. 2?

(For the sicktember prompts)

Introducing a very brief window into the mighty battle of the Hero of Time versus the dreaded Man Cold.

(Click here to read on AO3)

Malon knew it when she saw it. She knew that look, she knew that decided drooping of the shoulders and the beleaguered moans of distress.

“Malon,” came Link’s tired voice from the bed. “I don’t think I can get out of bed today, it’s just too much.”

Malon tutted in annoyance, grasping the blankets and flinging them to the floor. “Don’t you start, I know it’s just a cold. Now quit being a baby!”

Link whined, burying his face into his pillow. Malon rolled her eyes. Honestly. Her husband could walk in half dead from blood loss and say he was fine, thank you very much, you don’t need to worry so much, dear, but if he got a cold?

It was the end of the world.

“I’ll tell the boys you’re too busy crying to help them with chores, then,” Malon drawled, trying to get him to move. She figured his pride was a good place to start – he no doubt wanted to maintain some sense of dignity in front of all the darling boys he’d brought with him.

Link hummed happily, curling into a ball in an attempt to go back to sleep.

“Oh, that’s it—” With an irritated huff, Malon grasped the bottom of the mattress and lifted with her entire body, sending her husband rolling off the mattress and onto the floor with a thud. “You are not using them as free labor while you lounge around in bed because you’ve got the sniffles!”

Link grunted on impact but then refused to move as Malon stormed over to him. Much to her chagrin, she realized he’d landed in the pile of blankets that she’d tossed earlier.

“Mm, this is comfy,” he said with a cheeky smile, keeping his eyes closed.

Huffing, Malon grabbed the pile of blankets and started pulling, dragging her husband across the floor as he continued to lay peacefully in the center. “You—are—ridiculous—”

Link stretched one of his legs, kicking slightly and knocking the blanket out of her grip. Malon gasped, off-balance, and she was in his arms in a heartbeat as he lowered her to the pile with him.

“They can handle the farm,” he cooed gently, nuzzling into her neck.

Malon poked him. “You know I’m not going to let that happen. Besides, imagine the absolute chaos that’ll ensue if they’re left unsupervised.”

Link was silent a moment, considering, and then pulled away, scowling. Malon rose quickly, trying to fix her now disheveled hair. Before she could say anything else to motivate her husband, he slowly dragged himself to his feet with a dramatic sigh. Stretching, he grimaced. “My head hurts.”

Malon was unmoved, crossing her arms. Link sighed again, gathering the blankets and throwing them at her. She yelped, shoving the projectiles out of her face just in time to see him dipping in for a kiss.

“Don’t you kiss me and give me your blasted man cold!” Malon yelled, swatting her husband away.

Link laughed. “If you get it, at least then you’ll know my suffering!”

“Oh, you!” Malon shoved him towards the door. “Get down there and help the boys!”

Link stumbled down the first few steps as if he could barely hold himself up, and Malon squinted just to be sure it actually wasn’t anything serious, before he nearly jumped the last few in a fit of energy. She rolled her eyes again.

Men. Such babies.

#Time when mildly ill with the boys: deals with in silence and no one knows #Time when mildly ill at home: MaLoN i CaN't MoVe ThIs Is ToO mUcH #sicktember #writing #you ask skye answers #writing prompt #ask game #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu time #lovely don’t u know it

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lutawolf · 2 years

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My 9 Favorite Movies in no particular order

Tagged by @ellaspore (💜💜💜) to share my 9 Favorite Movies in no particular order. I don't know how I'm going to choose only 9 and honestly it usually depends on my mood. I'll try though.

A Walk to Remember “First you will smile, and then you will cry—don’t say you haven’t been warned.” “There’s one thing I still haven’t told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.” “Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.” “Life, I’ve learned, is never fair. If people teach anything in school, that should be it.”

Practical Magic “Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean.” "What is love? It makes your heart race. It turns the world upside down. But if you're not careful, if you don't keep your eyes on something still, you can lose your balance. You can't see what's happening to the people around you. You can't see that you're about to fall.” “I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.” “My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage!” “There are some things I know for certain: always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, and fall in love whenever you can.”

Love Actually "Worse than the total agony of being in love?" "Let's get the shit kicked out of us by love!" "When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge—they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love, actually, is all around." "Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there: fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends."

I Am Dragon "When you love someone you become the happiest you've ever been."

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Thirt13en Ghost “- Dennis Rafkin: There are ghosts in the basement! - Maggie Bess: This basement? - Dennis Rafkin: Of course this basement! What is it with you people? If it was the basement next door I wouldn't give a shit, would I?”

CoCo “Remember me, though I have to say goodbye. Remember me, don’t let it make you cry. For even if I’m far away, I hold you in my heart. I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart” “No one was going to hand me my future, it was up to me to reach for my dream, grab it tight and make it come true.”

The Princess Bride "That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying "As you wish," what he meant was, "I love you." And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back." "He didn’t fall?! Inconceivable! Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." "Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while." "Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder today. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam ... And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva ... So tweasure your wuv."

Nightmare Before Christmas “I really tasted something swell, that’s right. And, for a moment, why, I even touched the sky and at least I left some stories they can tell.” "I am Jack the pumpkin king!" "Please don't come after me again. Please let me go this time. I am all grown up and need to find my own life now. I hope you will understand, some day at least.” “For it is plain, as anyone can see. We’re simply meant to be.” “My dearest friend, if you don’t mind, I’d like to join you by your side, where we can gaze into the stars and sit together now and forever.”

Dirty Dancing

Dances With Wolves

To Sir With Love

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Vows | Self-insert | Angst

I’ve been having a block. So have this as an apology.

Based off the song: Bleed for Me — Crape

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Content: I’m using a self-insert (J) instead of (Y/n) for this one because I can’t imagine this being an x reader. But J is still reader-ish so whatever. I also just need to write this out and put this SOMEWHERE. Forgive me <3

Warnings: Heavy character death, aggressiveness, spoiler warning for Death Note

Notes: Y’all don’t gotta read this if you don’t wanna. It wont hurt my feelings at all. I just need to get something written or I’m gonna explode. I’m blanking on ALL of my requests. I’m also throwing you into this. Also also, if the format is weird, its cause im on my phone. It’s also 3:37 am where I am.

Some info on J: She grew up with L in the orphanage. Later got into a relationship with and married L. Adopted Matt, Mello and Near with him later on.

~*~*~*

J sat, in shock. Her eyes wide as she stared at the news screen. It felt like she wasn’t breathing, that her heart stopped. She honestly wished it had.

It was almost as if Kira had gotten her.

The news report showed a car. A red one. One she didn’t recognize, but she recognized the driver. The car was littered with bullet holes, the class broken and shattered. A body laid limp against it, a young man. He was in the same shape as his car, but with blood all over him.

His own blood.

She knew that young man. Tears began to gather at her eyes, her hands began to shake, and she finally felt herself breathe. But it hurt. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to live.

The young man was her son, Matt.

“Mom?” Her youngest son, Near, called from the floor behind her. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to turn to Near and have him see her in this state. He was old enough to, but that didn’t mean she wanted him to see it.

Near got up and carefully stepped over his toys at his mothers silence. He was able to see the news. He knew he just lost his brother. He wrapped his arms around his mother, pressing his face into her hunched over back.

J finally began to break down and cry into her hands. Matt was gone, and Mello was who knows where. They were always inseparable, but she couldn’t help but worry for her eldest son.

Losing one son was enough. It felt as if her whole world was crashing. Again.

She’d already lost her husband four years ago — how much more loss can she take?

She twisted her body to hold Near. J wanted to comfort her son as much as Near wanted to comfort his mother. Near never hated his brothers, even though they ganged up on him after L practically chose Near.

J sobbed into Near’s shoulder. Near kept calm, but so desperately wanted to call out for his brother. J wanted it to be a prank, a stupid, very elaborate one that Matt would always pull.

But he would never get back up again. He would never pull another prank on them again. J’s lungs seized at that thought, making her crying worse. Matt was gone, and he was never going to come back home.

~*~*~*

A few hours later, J was getting off the phone with the police and making arrangements to have Matt’s body transported to England for his funeral. Her eyes puffy, mouth dry, and throat sore.

Anthony and Gevanni grimaced at the sight. In the time they’d known J, she was not one to cry. She was always a very quiet, stoic, yet verbally aggressive woman. If Near had brown hair, they’d think he was her biological son.

Gevanni handed her a glass of water. “If there is anything you need, just let me know, okay?”

She nodded to the raven haired man. “Thank you.”

Gevanni nodded and comfortingly rubbed the woman’s back for a moment before turning to Near on the floor. He’d been more quiet since Matt died. He had no idea that Near had brothers. All Gevanni knew of his family was his mother, and that his father died four years ago in Japan from Kira.

“Near, are you—“

J’s cellphone rang. She picked it up and saw it was Halle. Halle was tailing after Mello when he took Kiyomi Takada. She’d lost sight of him for a while before, J guessed she’d found him now.

“Halle, did you find—“

“Miss, I…I’m so sorry.”

J assumed she meant about Matt. But then she realized, Halle wasn’t here when J told Gevanni and Anthony about Matt. Her heart suddenly dropped to her stomach again.

“What…what do you mean?” Her voice grew shaky, earning the attention of Near.

“Mello, I…he…Takada, too…” Halle seemed to be traumatized. “They…they…”

“Spit it out, Linder!” J snapped, feeling tears gather up again. “What happened?!”

“Mello and Takada…are dead.”

For the second time that day, J felt everything shatter. For the second time today, she was rendered into a shock. Her grip on the phone was so tight she was sure she’d break it. Near thought her eyes were so wide that they’d pop out of her head.

“Mom? What happened.”

“M-Mello…” She slowly turned to look at her son. “Mello’s dead, too.”

~*~*~*

J had never gripped a counter so hard in her life. Her nails dug into the material. Her face wet from the sink water, brown hair draping over her face. The guilt swamped her head.

Four years ago, Mello and Matt had landed in Japan in secret to help the Kira case behind L’s back. J usually kept her cases as far away from her children as possible, but Mello is— was a very stubborn man. Never took no as an answer. And Matt never stood for being left behind, so he tagged along.

J had no choice but to let them do it.

After L died, just after his funeral, Mello and Matt wanted to officially join the task force. J refused, said she’d stay in the orphanage and help. Mello then wanted to join some antagonist group to counter Kira and fight him. J fought him on that decision, they had an argument, and Mello took off with Matt. That had been the last time she’d seen Matt, and the last time she’d seen Mello until he came to retrieve his picture.

‘I didn’t even get to say goodbye.’

J let out a whimper before sinking to her knees. She pushed her knees to her chest, feeling the guilt continue to swim around her.

‘L…L, I failed. I failed our children, I failed you.’

She let out a sob before putting her head down, crying for the third time that day. It had been about a week since she buried her two sons next to their father, L, and grandfather, Wammy. Roger had tried to offer support, but it honestly meant nothing to her.

She appreciated the older man, but she needed to go through this process alone.

‘But what about my only surviving son?’

Near’s face flashed in her mind. Her eyes shot open. Suddenly, J became terrified that she’d lose Near next. Her grief and guilt quickly turned to anger. She narrowed her eyes, still crying.

‘No. I may have failed L, Mello and Matt, but I will not fail Near. He needs me now more than ever.’

With newfound definitiveness, she stood and finally turned the sink off. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like shit, as one would if they lost their husband and two eldest sons.

There, J made two vows. The first being she would catch Kira, even if it meant she’d lose her life next. It was better than Near dying. J would not allow her only family left to die. She needed to remember L’s take on the case.

Light Yagami. He was the suspect.

‘Light Yagami,’ J growled to herself. ‘I will rip you, and anyone you love, to goddamn shreds. That I vow.’

Light Yagami would feel the same pain J felt. She was sure of it.

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