#please come home soon your wives miss you

[dr-koni]

Happy Birthday, Nightingale!

Artist: Skade

Birthday: May 4

[khristie16]

Hi, could you write about charles being domineering and possessive? I love your writing, smut please!

Well this turned out toxic lol, enjoy :** Warnings: charles is controlling and toxic, face slapping, cnc, fingering, oral, video footage, p in v, the plot is needed

Charles? Yes, my love? You said the business dinner is tomorrow at seven right? Yes, why? Well, - I really wanted to visit my friends. I haven't seen them in a while. -

You two were lying in the bed now, ready to sleep. At least Charles was, your mind was drifting away. You and Charles were dating for some time already. You were losing counts because Charles made sure you celebrate each month of being together. Giving you gifts, inviting you to luxury dinners, beautiful operas and showing you off practically everywhere. Sometimes when you wanted anything more chill, he made sure to make your wish come true. So you were indeed very happy with him. But last months were all about the two of you and you started missing your friends, even though you are a good friend and are always there for them, even if it means only texting and calling each other every second day. -

Baby but I've told you about the dinner soon enough. I know, it's just - I haven't seen them in person for a while. YN, I need you there.

He was right. You indeed knew about this dinner soon enough, yet you was sad you have to cancel on them.

Ok - you said unhappy. In reaction, Charles squeezed you even more then before and held you tightly for the rest of the night.

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The next day you went to work and thought about the upcoming event. Another business dinner, it wasn't anything fun. All they did was talk business and bad jokes about politics or women. Charles wasn't participating in these, but others were - even if they had their wives right next to them. You've told Charles you don't like to spend your evenings like this but he's told you you are his woman, and he needs you there.

On the way back home, you opened your phone. *4 missed calls from Charles*

You forgot to check your phone the whole day. As you were looking on the screen, you've heard the squeal of the tires. Taking your head up to its direction, you saw the man walking out of his car. It was Charles. Making his way towards you with hard and fast walk. Face expression unreadable.

Where have you been??? At work- Then why you don't take my calls?? I forgot to check my phone!

His tall figure over your own made you feel uneasy. He was cruel with his tone, words and glare. His presence was so domineering you felt small. The twist in your stomach was creeping out so you looked back to the screen of your telephone. You've heard him exhale.

I was scared that something happened to you. No Charles, I just forgot.

He nodded and took you by your hand, leading you to the car.

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As there were some hours left for you to get ready for the business dinner, you sat comfortable on the couch and messaging your friends. You were smiling at their jokes as you've told them about yours and Charles's plan tonight.

This guy! It's not enough for him to live with you! He needs to have you all the time for himself! We will fight for you YN. We're not giving up. Totally, I will make my fabulous pinna colada leaving him in agony and delight at the same time, he will have a hard time to focus, so you could sneak off and spend time with us!

As you chuckled, you've felt a warm breath on your neck. Charles was hovering over you, he seemed rather unbothered by the fact, he was invading your privacy.

Charles! Who are you texting? My friends as you can see Alright then.

He walked back to the bathroom leaving you alone, in a weird state, but you you decided not to think about that.

You tossed your phone on the couch and went to prepare yourself. You opened your closet searching for the perfect dress today. - red long dress with slit without straps and bare back.

Not these.

You turned around to look at him in confusion.

Why not? Because i don't need any man to look at you like you're a piece of meat.

You were speechless. Is he being real? From when he is acting like this. He always wanted to show you off so others could be jealous of him. You didn't mind this behavior, or when he was making the decision for both of you, but this was getting a little uncomfortable to you. You were still looking at the dress you were holding in your hand and did not wanted to give up on them.

Take the silver one, they are perfect for this occasion. Hmm,….alright…… - you answered Charles and dressed yourself. Yes, they were indeed beautiful as well. Just not your first choice tonight.

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As you were working on the last details in front of the mirror, Charles appeared behind you. You saw his eyes lingering over you body which made you blush a little.

Your boobs got bigger. What? I said your boobs are bigger. It's not possible, Charles. Unless I'm pregnant which I'm not. You sure about that?

You stopped paying attention to your earrings, leaving them on the counter. You looked at Charles. His intense gaze piercing right through you. It was getting hot in the room.

Of course I'm sure. I wouldn't mind YN. Actually, - I'd be thrilled.

He went closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you on the neck. Leaving wet spots on your skin and hands going a little lower squeezing your abdomen. You moaned a little and put your back to his torso to feel him more. He reacted with a stronger squeeze and biting your neck.

Charles stop-p, I cannot have a hickey - you giggled a little and pressed your butt into his crotch. He stopped kissing your neck and positioned his mouth right next to your ear.

Don't tell me what to do.

Your eyes had a hint of surprise and uneasiness when he straightened his posture and backed off a little. His eyes once again on your body.

You will change. What? The dress. It's too provocative. No Charles, I will not change! Stop with raising your voice. No! I've already changed just for you and I'm not gonna do it again!These are fine.

His eyes darkened, and it appeared he stopped breathing as well for a moment. As you wanted to put your earrings on again, he abruptly went closer to you and took his hand to your neck. Squeezing around your throat.

If you will - again - try to raise your voice at me and disobey me, I will throw you on the desk right here right now and fuck you hard you will struggle taking a seat at the dinner. You want that?

You could feel his breath all over your face it made you shiver. And his grip on your neck got stronger you felt scared. You immediately shook your head.

Good - he nodded and kissed your temple on the side.

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You didn't talk to Charles the whole ride. You were mad at him for putting such a scene back home. You've decided to talk to him about it when you finally be left alone. He has always listened to you and wanted you to tell him anything what's bothering you. Your happiness was his priority.

You greeted others and found a place to sit around the table. Throughout the whole occasion, Charles held you tightly and kept the greetings short and simple.

The dinner was all the same. Boring stuff to talk about and good food. As you looked up from your plate, your gaze met with this other man. His name was George. He is the youngest one and with so much less experience. Charles was the younger one as well but he had a talent in this, offering him to be on better position even at such a young age. George smiled at you and you smiled back. Feeling a tight squeeze on your thigh, your gaze shot to Charles. He was smiling at you lightly, but it didn't meet his eyes.

After the main meal you took a second drink for you and talked to other women, more of like listened to what they had to say, because you really didn't have anything in common. Run away as fast as you can, a life with a business man will drain you sweetheart. You offered them a polite smile and excused yourself. On the way to the toilets you bumped into someone. You looked up and saw one of the husband of those women.

Oh hello there darling. Good evening Javi. Being alone, just by yourself? No, I just need to use the bathroom.

You felt uncomfortable. Javi was a slime. Charles was probably right to wear a different dress for today's evening. You wanted to say a goodbye to him, but he spoke up again.

You know, my wife and I are together for a long time- -YN!

Charles was now approaching the both of you. Big relief spreading through your body.

I'd like to have YN for myself. Now. Of course Charles, I get it. Totally.

He smiled back at you and went back to the main dining room, leaving you and Charles in the hall.

What were you doing here alone? Nothing, I needed to go to the toilets. Oh really, with Javi? Charles are you for real?

He pressed his body to yours, making you step back to hit the wall behind you. He was mad and you didn't know why.

Stop playing with me YN. I'm not! I'm telling the truth! I'm so sick of sharing you cherie. Sharing me? I'm with you, what do you mean?

He grabbed your arm and tossed you around to on the narrow conference table on the side. You yelped with pain.

Stop playing with me. I'm not! You sure are. As if ti wasn't enough already. You trying to run away from me? WHAT? You don't pay attention to me anymore. Always speaking of your friends of how you want to be with them. Where does that leave me at? C-Charles, that's not true! I live with you, I'm with you, I love you! You do? Of course. Why on earth would you think that I don't?

His face softened a little but his eyes told otherwise.

Alright. But I'm done sharing. With who? Everyone. I hate the fact they have access to you. And flirting with George? I didn't flirt with him. I saw it.

He pulled your dress up and sat you down on the table. You hit the wood below you hard. He grabbed you by the knees and strechted your legs to the sides making you cry his name in pain. He moved his hands to your hips and pulled you closer to his crotch. When you looked back at him, you had never seen a darker look on his face. There was tension, pain and determination. He started to move in such a way that he rammed his erect penis into your clit. The stimulation clouded your mind and you let yourself drift away for a moment of pleasure. The movements were slow, yet hard, in small circles. But it was not enough for you. You started to thrust right at against him but he stopped reciprocating. When you opened your eyes, you could see a cheeky smile. All logic coming back to you with loud exhale.

Charles What YN Stop it, we cannot do it here We are exactly doing it here. No

Making entertainment for other guests in the evening was the last thing on your wish list. You were about to move up and close your legs back together, but before you could do it, a slap landed on your face. Terrified, you looked up, tears welling up in your eyes.

If you wanna apologize to me about flirting with other man, you will take me right here right now so everyone will know for sure who you belong to.

He grabbed the nape of your neck and pounced on your lips harshly. Demanding for you to open your mouth. It was hard to resist, he was much stronger. He had access now to deep throat you leaving you breathless. The sound of others flowed down the corridor where you were and it made you think again. But before it could escalate, he spread your legs open and moved the hem of your panties to the side. Playing with your folds, his index finger running up and down and middle finger teasing your hole. You're always so wet for me. The tension building up in your abdomen was getting uncomfortable and you complained with loud groan. He chuckled and thrusted three fingers in you. Making you gag on your own breath.

Better cherie?

You moaned loud and uncontrollably. You squeezed your walls against him feeling the high approaching. But he teased you, slowing his movements and soothingly pecking your neck.

Charles! Take a proper look on yourself cherie What are you talking about?

He put his hand deep in pocket to pull out his phone. With a couple fast movements, he found what he was looking for. It was you in the bathroom, the day you first tried out your new toy.

You have cameras in our bathroom???? Yes - so I can look at in anytime when I'm at work.

Shame and embarrassment flew through you, an incredible heat filled your body and you wanted to hide. You couldn't believe you were dating someone who had cameras in their own bathroom.

You're mine after all. I have every right to do it.

Before could decide to protest anyway, he started once more to finger you. He went down and licked your clit. Meanwhile his other hand showed you the video of you moaning. It made you so horny you forgot about everything and felt the pleasure building fast. Hearing yourself made you more hot in combination with what Charles was doing with his tongue. Seeing him on his knees for you, degrading you at the same time with the video and pleasing you over the top. You moaned more with each one and when finally, he stopped. Writhing on the spot you cried out.

Pleeasse You liked watching yourself?

He chuckled as he stood up, got rid of his belt, opened his trousers and let him set free. He stroked himself while cupping your breasts.

Yes, definitely bigger. I want to see them. It was hard for you to pull the dress down, but you did eventually. He pinned your nipples. Taking his tip to your hole and shoving himself inside of you making your toes curl. His pace was fast and hard. Taking you by the throat, he fucked you without mercy.

You. - thrust - are. - thrust - mine. Do. - thrust - you. - thrust - un. - thrust - der. - thrust - stand?

He breathed to your ear. You screamed YES, wanting to come already. You felt your pussy throbbing in pain from all the stimulation.

I should have married you. Put a baby inside of you sooner.

You came with his spoken words and rocked on his cock for the rest of your orgasm. Leaving you breathless, you calmed down a little.

I've switched your pills…..

[axelsagewrites]

My dear author, I just read "Daemon Targaryen*In Charge" and omg it's amazing! That said, if you're taking requests could I get a part 2, extremely fluffy focused on their married life (how they support each other and are completely devoted to each other, stuff) please?

Daemon Targaryen*My Moon and Stars

Pairing: Daemon x essos!reader

Summary: The reader experiences a peaceful day of married life since moving to Westeros for love

Word count: 1419

This is a fluffy sequel to In Charge. Can be read by itself

Warnings: just pure fluff

Masterlist Here

Translations:

Kirimvose - thank you

Ñuha qēlos - my star

Ñuho glaeso hūrus - moon of my life

It was easy to miss Essos, the smell of its spices, the music that rang in the streets like church bells, and the hot summer sun. Moving from the depths of the East to the capital of the West had been a big adjustment, to say the least. The lords spoke differently here, the streets were busy but somehow not as loud, and the air was cold even when others said it was warm. A foreign land with strange people yet for some reason you kept choosing to stay.

Daemon was the reason why. He was the reason you didn’t pick a ship and sail back. He was the reason you smiled, the reason you laughed, the reason your body felt warm even during the winter season. He was also currently laying behind you, arm lazily draped over your waist. His fingers drew light circles over your hip bone.

“We must wake dear husband,” you said, stifling the yawn that threatened to spill. You had gone to bed later than usual last night and the reason why lay behind you.

Daemon brushed the hair off your shoulder, placing a kiss on the nape of your neck, “Not yet ñuha qēlos,” my star he called you. The star from the east to guide him home he would call you.

“ñuho glaeso hūrus,” you said back slowly, the pronunciation feeling tight on your tongue. “Did I say it right?” You asked, turning your head at first but soon moving to lay on your back to gaze up at his face.

“Yes qēlos,” he whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips. While you were the star, he was the moon. Moon of my life. He’d taught you the phrase after he taught you qēlos. “Your Valerian is almost as good as mine,” his lilac eyes gazed into yours and sometimes at night you wondered if the moon would be prettier in purple.

Later that day once you had finally managed to pry Daemon from his marriage bed you decided to walk the grounds while Daemon trained in the courtyard. The red keep had been quiet recently, perhaps too quiet, but nonetheless, you decided to enjoy the rarity to its full extent. As you walked you noticed all the other wives gathered in clusters with their sewing or their embroidery or occasionally a book.

While the wives may have smiled at you and asked polite questions it had yet to go further. Lady Beesbury smiled at you from her embroidery group, even lifting her hand for a small wave. “They’ll love you once they know you. Like I have, “Daemon's words rang in your heads as you took your first step over. “Ladies,” you greeted the three as you approached.

“Princess,” all greeted, bowing their eyes down before looking back up. You found the curtseying and bowing and titles of Westeros all so painful, but you did not want to correct them yet. “Have you come to join us princess?” Lady Harte asked, glancing around the group.

“If you would like me to my lady,” you said, daemon having spent many a night with you teaching you how to speak to people at court.

Lady Beesbury grinned as she shuffled over on the bench she sat on, “It would be an honour princess,”

“Thank you,” you said, sitting down next to her, glancing at her embroidery, “But please we are in our own company, call me by my name,”

“Very well,” Lady Beesbury said, a smile eating up her face, “Well (Y/N) I’m Alice and these are my friends,” as Alice began to introduce you to your new group you didn’t notice the watchful lilac eyes from the windows above.

Daemon stood silently, leaning on the balcony watching how you smiled as you spoke, how your hands moved with each word, with a relaxed grin on his face. He wasn’t sure how long he had been watching you until he saw Lady Beesbury finger-pointing him out to you. When your eyes met, he noticed your smile widening. Daemon didn’t want to ruin your fun however so left it at a simple wave.

As he walked through the corridors, he noticed a face that he knew would soon become familiar, “Lord Beesbury,” Daemon greeted, suddenly approaching the slightly bumbling man that had been roaming court for the past month. “Do you and your wife have planned this evening?”

“N-not my prince,” the man stuttered out, his cheeks pinking at the edges, “Can we be of service to you in anyway?”

Daemon chuckled lightly at this, “You can help us polish off the plates if you’d like. Would you both like to join us at dinner?” Daemon even managed to have him track down the other wives and their husbands and you were shocked to find out about the sudden dinner party you were hosting.

“Not that I’m complaining,” you told daemon in your chambers as you finished getting ready. Your hands sneaked around his waist, pulling him into you, “But what’s with the sudden want for company darling?”

“It was nice to see you making friends,” he said, brushing the hair out of your face, “and see you smile of course,” he added when he saw the grin spreading across your cheeks.

The dinner had been a success and Daemon even managed to enjoy himself somehow, but he was thankful that it was over. “I forget how much I hate to share,” he mumbled into your neck.

You laughed as you pushed him off of you. “You were right by my side the whole night my moon,” you said as you stroked his cheek, “Besides I cannot have my bath with you clinging to my hip like a wanting child,”

Daemon grinned, his eyebrow-raising, “A bath you say?” He said as his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

“My bath,” you said pointedly, your hand pushing against his strong chest, “For I smell horrible,”

“You’ve never smelt horrible,” Daemon said but finally he relinquished his grip. As you turned to finish the touches on your bath, Daemon moved to sit on a chair close by. You worked silently, filling the bath with milks, honey, salts, and flowers as daemon watched each move. When you moved here impromptu you had left much of Essos behind, but Daemon was soon to send for all the salts and dried flowers you needed for these baths.

The water had turned a milky lilac once you’d finished and the steam from the water smelt like a sweet flower in spring. As you reached for the laces of your dresses Daemon stood silently. Without words he moved to stand behind you, pulling on each lace gently until he slipped the dress over your shoulders to pool on the floor.

You stepped out of the dress, moving over to step in the bath when you looked up to see Daemon carefully folding the fine silk dress away into the correct chest. You let yourself enjoy the sight, your husband oblivious to your gaze, before allowing yourself to enter the hot water, sighing as the warmth enveloped your body.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you rested your head on the edge of the bath. When heard footsteps pad across the floor, the sound of a chair scraping stone, then felt soft fingertips trail along your scalp. Your eyes fluttered open and when they looked up you saw Daemon looking down. “Relax ñuha qēlos,” he said gently, his voice not far above a whisper.

Allowing your eyes to shut again you let Daemon continue his movements. His fingers slipping into your hair, scratching gently at your scalp at first making you groan in pleasure. He continued his work silently, grabbing a hair oil from your chest of smells and pastes. His fingers stroked through your hair, using the oil the way he had watched you do many times. You let yourself enjoy the silence, enjoy his touch.

After he had finished with your hair daemon had you sit further forward to massage your back, working out any tension Westeros had caused. “Thank you,” you whispered into the near-silent room as Daemon worked out a knot in your shoulder.

Daemon paused for a moment, holding your shoulders in his hands. He leant forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek without caring that he got his shirt wet. None of that mattered to him right now, “Anything for you ñuha qēlos,”

“kirimvose ñuho glaeso hūrus,”

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[sirensvcubus]

Only Tonight

Season 7

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Genre: Mostly Fluff <3

Back story:

This takes place during season 7, Daryl and Y/N are in love but after Negan takes you and Daryl hostage, your forced to become Negan’s wife while Daryl is Tortured.

Summery:

You per sway Negan to let you stay one night in Alexandria, shortly after Negan and The Saviors leave you are reunited with Daryl who’s escaped and get one night together.

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“Please baby, one night? You know I wont run, and even if I wanted to I know what you’d do to my friends.”

You begged looking up at him with puppy dog eyes and a pleading smile. Negan stood there with a smirk, thinking it through.

“Id be so….so grateful,” you said caressing his cheek.

“One night,” He said looking around. “Because I am a generous, gentleman…”

Negan turned down to you with a serious stern look. He grabbed your chin making sure you focused in. “If you run I will find you. If you hide I will find you, and tomorrow when I come to collect you, you will show me..how grateful you truly are. Mk?” Negan whispered, to which you replied with a nod.

He left you standing there in your low cut black dress and silver strap heals that he’d forced you to wear. A part of his wives attire, that led everyone to know your his and only his. How you loathed him. Everyday you missed Daryls soft touch more and more. When you were trapped there you would sneak Daryl good food and hold his hand under the crack of the door; as you both sat there listening to that god awful music he was forced to listen to, over and over. If only Daryl were here, you thought.

As soon as the cars drove out of Alexandria followed by the clanging of the gates, Rick ran to you and you collapsed in his arms crying. You finally felt safe and at home surrounded by your people, your family.

“Thank god, your alright.” Rick said with a tear himself.

“Daryl.. we need to” you gasped saying between sobs.

“I know, I know, shhh, we can come up with a plan, a safe plan; while your here, you can help.”

“Ok” you said with a sniffle backing away.

Daryls POV

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After Daryl got the note that now was the time to escape, he waisted no time. He snuck through the dimly lit corridors and stole some clothes and food from what appeared to be Dwights room. He quickly slinked through the building picking up and old pipe for defense. He bolted to the nearest motorcycle. Thats when he saw the guy that tricked him the first time he tried to escape. His anger surfaced and he swung and swung the pipe, snagging a gun from his corpse.

“Daryl?” He heard Jesus from behind him.

(I was an atheist… until I saw Jesus in my living room- I hope y’all know that audio)

He helped him back to Alexandria on a motorcycle, stopping a mile or two before the gates to observe. After they saw Negan and his trucks shuffle out, they ran up to the gates.

“Hey let us in, its Daryl and Jesus.”

Jesus yelled.

The gates swiftly opened and Rick along with some others ran up to Daryl hugging and greeting him. Thats when the crowed cleared as he saw her. In a well fitting black dress heals in hand, barefoot on the pavement. Daryl ran to her and, her to him and she leaped into each-others arms. Reuniting in a tight, warm embrace.

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You felt his hot breath on your neck as you both cooed finally back in each others arms. Your hot tears pooled onto his shoulder as he placed you back on the ground. His hands caressing your whole body as he got reunited with you. You missed the touch of his rough hands. Your embrace turned into a hot passionate kiss that went on till both of you needed air. It ended with you holding onto him tight with your head burrowed in his chest rocking back and forth.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You repeated and so did he. Daryl let out small sobs while looking into your eyes.

“Your alright?” He said with concern.

“Yes.”

“You cant go back, you cant.”

“I have to Dar, you know what he’d do.”

You both sobbed in each others arms and soon your hug became a group hug as Rick, Carl, Michonne, Rosita and many more beyond your vision joined.

After everyone said there peace and celebrated his return. You walked hand and hand with Daryl back to your shared house.

“Im gonna clean you up, get you something good to eat and somthin clean to wear, were gonna eat and dance and drink good wine. Ill show you the joys of a bubble bath.” Which you both knew you loved immensely even in the apocalypse.

“You needa stay, I wont, I cant let you go back.”

“Shhhhh, we have one night, I’m not spending it arguing with ya.” You said holding his hand tighter as a tear dropped down his face. “I have to go back we both know I do”

You spent the night doing as you planned starting off with a nice warm bath. You looked into his bright blue puffy eyes and leaned your head against his chest, un-buttoning his shirt, as water filled the tub. You grabbed a cloth and two cozy towels. Daryl took of the rest of his clothes and so did you meeting him in the bath, while pouring bubbles around mixing them in a bit. You sat behind him washing his back and pooling cups of water onto his scalp dirt and blood ran in streams down his back. You dabbed his scars kissing them after you cleaned each one.

So much washed off of him that you had to drain and fill up the tub again swirling around more bubbles in the hot water. You both washed up before laying on top of Daryl with his arms wrapped around you. He kissed you cheek and down your neck, cradling your boobs in his hands. You both stayed like that for over an hour. You finally turned smiling facing him as you plopped bubbles on his head causing him to chuckle. Daryl dabbed some bubbles on your nose causing you to wince. He swooped over you laying you on your back in the water as you kissed one another. The sound of swishing water mixed with coos and I love you’s. He melted into you biting your bottom lip as each kiss ended.

After the bath you got out and Daryl wrapped you in the warm blanket and his towel around his waist, leaving his chest and muscles exposed. He knew it would get the best of me. You sat in the living room after getting dressed and shared a bottle of red wine. He put on the song Lover You Should Have Come Over, by Jeff Buckley on the record player inviting you up to dance, knowing how much you loved it. He was usually stubborn about dancing but he did it without hesitation.

His huge warm arms wrapped around your waist. You both swayed back and forth to the song. Then finally you went to stir in the tomato sauce with the spaghetti you had boiling.

“This is going to be the best meal you’ve had in ages, baby.”

“Considering I’ve been eating dog food sandwiches, I would have to agree. Although from what you’ve told me your shit at cooking.” He said and you both chuckled.

“Well Ive gotta learn, and you cant really go wrong with pasta.”

You both lapped it up in silence and finally snuggled into bed his warm body pressing against your back and large muscled arms wrapping tightly around you. He kissed your neck holding you into him tighter.

“See you in the morning.” He said.

“Yes…then-“

He shushed you and you pressed your face against his.

“Goodnight, I love you, so so much Daryl.”

“I love you to Y/N, more than you could know.”

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Thanks for reading!!! <3

[kyojurismo]

— THAT ONE TIME HE SENT YOU A LETTER

# sanemi shinazugawa

tags : gn!reader, fluff, the bold parts are tengen’s comments!!! 500 words, not proofread bc i can’t read my own shit lol.

a/n : i told ya i was gonna write something about sanemi not being able to write, but it turned out completely different. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy it anyway <3

dear sanemi,

we finally reached the village. we’re waiting for the night, so we can get the job done. i’m sure it’s not a strong demon, after all he hurt just a couple of villagers and they’re alright now, thankfully.

anyway, uzui-san is very fast! i can barely keep up with him, but he’s of good company. i discovered his wives prepared a bento for me too, and it was my favourite food too! i was so happy while eating it, but don’t worry, your ohagi are still in my top three.

the young slayers with us are pretty good, so stop saying they’re all useless and stupid, please. they’re all doing their best and they will get stronger and better at fighting. i know that for sure.

that was all for now. i’m looking forward to see you again, i’m sure the mission will be over soon. after all, there’s a pillar with us.

— your [y/n]

sanemi catches himself smiling at your letter. he wants to go on missions with you too, but he is happy whenever he receives your letters.

although he could never answer.

“sorai,” sanemi calls for his crow and gives him a little bag, with some of your favourite sweets. “take this to [y/n], make sure it is delivered with care,” he asks as he pats his crow gently.

that’s his way to answer you. you send letters, sanemi sends gifts. always.

when he’s the one away on missions, he makes sure to send you special gifts, like accessories or simply food. and he waits patiently for your letters.

he keeps them all, secured in a drawer. he usually kisses the letter and then puts it away, going sitting back on the engawa, staring up at the sky.

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dear [y/n],

it’s uzui writing! but it’s sanemi dictating, hah!

me, uzui and tomioka are almost there, the village is close i believe. so is the demon. he’s talking about the way he’s gonna cut his head off but we both know it’s boring so i won’t tell you all that.

i bought you some sweets, i know you really like them. the lady said it was special, some shit about love… i don’t know.

what the hell …

i’m sorry i can’t write to you, personally, but i promise that once this is all over you can teach me properly. yeah, because the wind doesn’t have time to learn how to write at the moment.

i can’t wait to come back home to you, i miss you a lot. take care darling, i promise to be quick.

— your ‘nemi.

“you know i can read, right?” he stares at tengen, who’s eating his food acting innocently. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, man. here, tomioka, take it,” he pushes a bento to the water hashira, who quietly accepts it while murmuring a thank you.

sanemi draws a little dog on the back before giving it to sorai, ordering him to deliver it to you.

needless to say, you’re so excited to see sorai delivering a letter that you starts crying even before reading it, and after that, you hug it close to your chest.

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

[kay101kim]

fractured

warning(s): none

pair: james wilson x gn!reader

one shot or hc: one shot

note: this is a bit angsty, also not sure if i 100% like it nor do i have the desire to continue. i promise that more fun and fluffy prompts will be found so i can write, but im just getting back into it! please enjoy<3

word count: 713

house md masterlist

“What is this? What do I mean to you? Are you ready to even be with me?”

All of these were valid questions from you, far too long of pondering and wondering what was even going on between you. Tired and afraid of what these questions would reveal about the relationship, but you had to know. If he meant what he said, wanting to grow old together, loving, and comforting each other in these times of self-doubt.

Wilson didn’t miss a beat to respond, “Of course I’m ready to be with you!” It revealed almost as a shout, angry, confused and yet truthful all at the same time. He loves you, was that answer not enough?

“Then be with me, James!” you yelled in the same fashion, frustrated, concerned, the tension had been building and it burst in Wilson’s office. You were simply talking about a patient, but everything crumbled so quickly, it felt suffocating. You wanted to sit down, cry, beg him to give you an answer with absolute certainty. Yet you haven’t heard it, not in his voice nor in his actions.

“I… I can’t- I-'' Wilson responds, stuttering, nervous and tripping over his words profusely because he had no idea how to handle the situation. In his other relationships he often moved too quickly and now he was afraid to do the same with you and yet you kept teetering at wanting to move on. To be together. Wilson was afraid of what that might mean, how it could be too hurried.

“What do I mean to you?” You could only repeat yourself, maybe then you would get an answer. Your voice was stern, dripping with desperation, begging that something could be done or said that would simply fix all of these issues you’ve been having.

“You mean everything to me… I’m just-” He went forward to grab your hands, but the surge of confidence left him and he softened his grip on you. Looking at you as if somehow his eyes could tell you the answer, but you’ve already tried that.

“It sure as hell doesn’t look like it,” this time you were angry, your expression grim and dark at the thought of how much he had been avoiding you. Staying at the hospital for days, going to House instead of you to fix the root of the problem. Oh hell it made you angry, you restrained yourself as best as you could, but Wilson noticed it easily. He knew how upset you were, and rightfully so. “You were the one who didn’t come home, didn’t call, I had to beg for answers from House. You’re treating me just like your ex-wives.” The words flew out before you could think, it made you feel guilty but at the same time you could never hide what you were truly thinking. The silence was clear and he looked at you, painfully, and you couldn’t help but stay silent at your own words.

“Take that back… take it back.” Wilson rushes up to you once more, tears welling up in his eyes. He was obviously hurt, tormented by what you thought was so true. And all you did was look at him, his hands at your sides begging.

“I can’t take back what’s true.” You were a cold-hearted bitch, you admitted to yourself in the moment but if he was going to treat you like a divorcee then he might as well know it. You tried not to let the tears fall, successful at first but as soon as his grip softened. He gave up and it felt like the battle of this relationship had been lost so easily, as if no one was trying to reach out again. His head was towards the ground, the tips of your fingers about to touch his head, but when the tears rolled down your face there was nothing else to do.

Wilson had lost, and had not fought hard enough. He did treat you like his ex-wives, he made the same mistakes all over again and yet he couldn’t look up. To look you in the eyes, with all your ache and disappointment just like all his other relationships. You were gone by the time he spoke, soft, broken, his voice cracking…

“I’m sorry.”

[whataboutthefish]

While you were sleeping

Omegaverse, Steddie, mpreg

Words 900

Also on Ao3

Whirring noise… click

Dear Eddie,

Where do I start? Dustin has given me this tape recorder so I can keep a diary of sorts for you. I guess we have some pretty big news to share. 

We’re pregnant.

So I found out today. I’ve been feeling a bit shit, tired and achy and Robin and her big mouth joked that I could be pregnant. I think the way all the color left my face concerned her a little, so she held my hand and we did the test. 

I don't want you to miss out on a single moment so here I am probably 6 weeks pregnant, taking a polaroid in profile to show you with this recording.

Any bump you see is more to do with the box of twinkies I stress ate this morning than the tiny bundle of cells making themselves at home in my womb. 

I’m so scared, Eddie, I know you’ll wake up soon and laugh; we’ve been to hell, fought demons and survived, what’s scary about one little pup. 

Please wake up soon. 

~~~~

Nine Weeks

Morning sickness is the worst, especially at 3pm. Why do they even call it morning sickness? It's stupid and I hate it. I can’t stand the smell of tobacco, Hopper stopped by the hospital and I vomited on his shoes.

Oh yeah Hopper’s alive, he’s different, you can tell he’s been through it. 8 months is a long time to rot in a Russian jail. You don’t need to beat him by the way, we’d be happy to see you open those eyes any day. 

It doesn’t feel real yet, the seedling is still just a bean, and besides the nausea and back ache I don’t feel any different. 

I miss you.

~~~~~

Twelve Weeks

Doctor asked if we wanted to know the sex, I said no. I don’t want to find out without you, I want you there when we first meet our seedling. You can almost see the bump now, Robin says I’m just getting fat, maybe she’s right. 

I love the way my body is changing, I’m going soft everywhere, not just my stomach, my chest, my face everything is getting soft. Nancy says I have the pregnancy glow, and my hair is the healthiest it’s ever looked. I guess pregnancy looks good on me. 

Wake up soon, Eds, I don’t want you to miss this. 

~~~~~

Sixteen Weeks 

I had to get elastic waisted pants. You better not laugh when you hear this because this is all your fault! 

Robin is going to birthing classes with me, I'm pretty sure half the group think we are a couple. I’m not in a rush to change their minds, the sad looks are getting to me. When you tell someone your partner is in hospital and you don’t know when they will come home, well, people look at you with pity and a sense of panic in their eyes. Seems people are uncomfortable with the prospect of death, and me an unmated omega, the shame.

No, I think I'll just be the turkey baster lesbian couple instead for now. 

~~~~

Twenty Two Weeks 

Felt her kick today, at first I thought it was just gas but then she really got going, it’s like butterflies in your stomach. I know we decided to keep the sex a surprise but I just have a feeling. Dustin did some old wives tale trick with a pendulum and agrees with me, god knows where he dug that bit of information from. 

We are past the point of fitting into elastic waists and I am officially in maternity wear. I am not happy about this. The clothes are obscenely cutesy, with a wide variety of moo moos and oversized sweaters to choose from. 

I’m afraid your hellfire shirt is now completely stretched out and no longer yours. I’m not giving it back. 

~~~~

Twenty Five Weeks

Robin is on at me about picking a name, at least a short list, but I can’t. Seedling will suffice for now, you’ll wake up soon and we can argue about all the silly names you’ll choose. I’ve already vetoed Frodo so you can forget about that suggestion.

The nurses helped me lay beside you today. I was so tired and seedling was very active, they helped me lay your hand over my stomach and she played with you for over an hour. I would have been mad, she was really going for my kidneys but I swear I saw your eyes open, just for a moment. The doctors think I'm over tired, seeing things that aren’t there, but I know you’re still in there. 

You just have to follow my voice, just follow my voice and come back to us.

~~~~

Twenty Eight Weeks

Seedlings' favorite time of day is when we are with you, she can’t seem to sit still when she’s with her daddy. I don’t know what you’ll want to be called when she arrives, but I’ve decided on Oma. I know it’s old fashioned but it feels right. 

We are so close now, my back aches and my ankles are swollen and all I want is for you to hold me in your arms and tell me it’s all going to be alright. 

We might stay a little longer tonight, seedling wants to feel you close and so do I.

Eddie? 

Oh my god, Eddie…

Nurse, come quick he’s opened his eyes… 

[writingsofwesteros]

Hello! I absolutely love your fics 🤩Could you please consider writing something about Daemon/OC who is a slave and he buys her. He gives her home, education, and wants more, but she is afraid of the man due to his known cruelty in the city? Would really appreciate something like this

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

After Daemon’s move to Dragonstone; he found that he needed help to keep the place running and not just the soldiers he took. It was why the Prince finally left the island for the first time to the market. His brother seemed to not care that he took the island, which annoyed and pleased the Prince at the same time.

“Are you sure about this, my Prince?” A guardsman spoke and Daemon only nodded before moving into the crowd. “We need help. Only one. We have enough help with your wives.” He commented. “But she won’t be a slave; she’ll be an employee.” Daemon reminded his guard before he began to look.

The selection of slaves for the auction were of the higher end; their new owners would be the lords of the realm and now a Prince, you thought to yourself as you stood there in a slip of see through silk. Your long locks cascaded down your body as you stared ahead; trying to be strong as your mind raced with horrible thoughts. You subtly tried to move behind one of the other slaves when you caught sight of the famous Prince Daemon. The sight alone was enough to terrify you as you remembered the rumours flying around about him. You placed your hands behind your back and tried to distract yourself and wondered what horrors were going to become of your life now.

You ducked your head and hoped your locks could save you but it seemed luck like the rest of your life; it wasn't on your side. “You, girl.” The auctioneer snapped at you and your eyes widened in panic. “The Prince has chosen you for his household.” You were informed and for a moment you thought you were going to faint as you locked eyes with the dragon.

~

The terror you felt for the next week was unlike anything before even if the actions against you didn’t marry up to your feelings. You were treated well; more than you had been in your entire life. The fear for the Prince was still there and nearly suffocated you when you were summoned to him. The dresses chosen for you weren’t as revealing as before and covered you but still fitted your body so well. You followed the guard as your heart only continued to skip as you nervously played with your fingers. “My Prince.” The guard announced your arrival as you both moved into the room. 

The fire burned slightly and it only reminded you that the man standing in front was a dragon. No matter how pretty he was. “Thank you.” Daemon nodded for the guard to take his leave and soon enough; you were alone with him. Those violet eyes of his were intense and you had to look anywhere else so you didn’t lose yourself in them. “Y/N…” Your name fell from his lips and echoed into the empty room. “My Prince.” You whispered, curtsying deeply. You missed the way his eyes followed your movements. “How is life here for you?” Daemon asked; his tone soft as he moved closer to you and you fought against moving back.

“It is treating me well.” You replied with the truth but also with what you knew the Prince wanted to hear from you. “I’m glad.” Daemon smiled as his slender fingers moved over a book sat on the table before he picked it up. “I wanted to give you something..a thank you for your work.” His eyes locked onto you now. You couldn’t understand where this was coming from; his cruelty he was known for had never come to the surface. But you found yourself waiting for it. “Thank you…” You whispered as he so gently placed the book in your hand. His slender fingers brushed over yours for a second, which felt like forever.

Your eyes flashed to him and you became unsure of what he wanted from you. There was only usually one thing a man wanted. “Do you need anything, My Prince?” You asked, hating yourself for doing so but you still felt like a slave even though you were getting paid. It didn’t feel any different.

His eyes flashed in something close to anger, but you knew that wasn’t possible. “Not that.” Daemon whispered, ducking his head for a moment as he tried to collect his thoughts. He didn’t want you feeling like this. Not in his home. Your home. “I thought you might like to learn about this place.”

“About anything.” Daemon continued and you realised his fingers still touched your own. “I would like that.” Chewing on your bottom lip, you moved to look up at him. “Thank you.” You whispered out again, this time with a brighter smile as you seemingly relaxed into his presence. Daemon smiled too.

“You could stay here..if you want.” The Prince motioned to the room. “I do enjoy your company.” He whispered, as if it was a secret as he slowly backed away towards his large desk. You noted other books scattered around and curiosity drove you. The soft dress moved as you did and those violet eyes of his followed you.

His smile widened when you finally sat down and you watched as he gracefully began to pour you a drink. Something nobody had ever done before; such a simple act and you could feel yourself relaxing even more. A darker thought wondered if Daemon knew what he was doing but you fought against them. If only you knew the truth, Daemon thought to himself whilst watching you sip at the wine. His smile was soft and his eyes were shining. He was waiting for the right time; he had wanted you since the moment he first laid eyes on you. But he would wait; he could be more patient than his brother thought.

You smiled into the cup; the strange place finally feeling like home..or at least, somewhere safe, you thought to yourself. You slowly opened the book and your fingers danced over the beautiful drawings. “Are you staying here forever?” You looked up at Daemon innocently from under your lashes.

The dragon looked at you from the other side of the table as a beat of silence moved past you both. “I believe so.” Daemon finally admitted the truth; and it wasn’t so painful anymore. He actually wanted it. Especially with you here; he had everything he wanted and you couldn’t escape, even if you wanted to.

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[urarakasdiary]

-SOULMATES (2)

Muzan Kibutsuji x reader

Tengen knew he had fucked up

The wives looked at him weirdly. He whispered to them to go inside and leave them alone for a while. They nod and go inside leaving the two of them. "[name] I'm sorry"

She couldn't even look at him. she wanted to scream and cry and hit him, but she didn't. "ill promise to never do this again [name] please just forgive me" he said sitting next to her and rubbing her back.

she didn't forgive him but she told him a classic "yeah sure ok" Tengen thought it was enough and smiled at her. little did he know she was still very mad at him.

After 3 days of Tengen and his wives to staying home, they had to leave. the wives didn't say goodbye as usual. Uzui hugged you and tried to give you a kiss but you turned your head around and he had to kiss your cheek. he was in disarray by your action and he tried to console you but his crow didn't allow it. you scrubbed your cheek super hard after that.

"I'll come home early today ok?" he said hugging [name] again and successfully giving her a kiss on the lips.

It was the evening now, [name] got dressed up. she had decided to go to the festival alone. when she reached the festival she wanted to cry. there were so many couples deeply in love, happily eating and talking.

she wanted to cry. she knew Tengen would never give her that type of love ever again. Then she started herself as a woman altogether. she started crying just thinking about her marriage. [name] started making her way home, still crying. Of course, no one cared about her, they just gave her strange looks.

but there was someone. someone who cared for her in the crowd. Our demon king Muzan. [name] didn't even notice him. but he did. it was as if time slowed down for him when you walked past him. that sweet scent and melodious heartbeat. had his past lover really been reincarnated? When he was about to call for you his human daughter called out for him and he had to go. he would come for you tomorrow.

It was now the next day. Tengen and the three others would arrive home today. they would be tired so you wanted to make them a warm dinner. you made your way to the market for some last-minute shopping for dinner. then you saw more couples shopping together. you thought about your marriage. if you could see into the future you about never marry him.

[name] was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the vegetables dropping from her bag. Luckily Kibutsuji was there, "excuse me miss you dropped something" she turned around to meet the red-eyed man. "oh Im very sorry" she replied. oh, how happy Muzan was by hearing that sweet voice of yours again. he kneeled down picking up the tomatoes.

You continued to conversate with him, you have never felt happier. while talking to him, there was something familiar with him almost like you had seen him or talked to him before. but you couldn't pinpoint it.

time went quicker when you were with him. You two got along so well that he even won you a pretty little clip from the claw machines at the festival. he was so sweet! if only Uzui was like him.

as he placed the pin on your hair, you felt how unnaturally cold he was

"oh it looks like it's late I shall head home now" you spoke as you smiled.

"of course, we could meet another day. it's really late now its dangerous to go alone let me accompany you"

"you're too sweet! alright let's go"

it was weird that you were taking a stranger to your home. but does it really matter? it's not like he could get inside your home after all.

while walking to your home, Kibutsuji kept the mood up by making various conversations that kept you interested. "well this is my stop" you said. "ok. goodnight sleep well uhh.." Muzan spoke

"its [name] what about yours," you asked him "you can call me KIbutsuji" he smiled "oh ok, Kibutsuji I hope you have good sleep"

after he left you went inside and started cooking dinner. You were so much happier now. meanwhile, Uzui wanted to get home as soon as possible and grab his love, his wife his [name]. When the trio arrived they saw you, they saw how you were so much cheerier and even singing a song while cooking.

you were even wearing perfume, your hair was done, and your makeup looked lovely. and he saw the pin she was wearing. the pin Muzan won for her. Tengen immediately started assuming that his wife was cheating on him. he grew angry.

later on, Uzui once again left [name] out and went to the festival with the other three. they got into an argument about it and he brought up how she was cheating on him with another man.

"YOU'VE PROBABLY BEEN CHEATING ON ME THIS ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP [NAME]!!! YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE. THAT HAIRPIN YOU'RE WEARING IT MUST HAVE BEEN WON BY A MAN FOR YOU!!"

"whore...?" [name] had tears in her eyes uzui immediately tried apologizing but she had enough of this. this was her time to fight back.

"AM I A FUCKING WHORE FOR WANTING TO LOOK PRETTY FOR ONCE? THIS PIN? YES, A MAN WON IT FOR ME. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? I WAS FUCKING CRYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET TENGEN!!"

"BECAUSE OF YOU! I WAS CRYING BECAUSE OF OUR FAILED MARRIAGE. THIS MAKEUP? I WANTED TO LOOK PRETTY FOR YOU! SINCE YOU WON'T EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE ME!! AND THIS PERFUME, IS IT A CRIME THAT YOU WANT TO SMELL NICE?"

Tengen was in tears hearing those aggressive words leave your mouth. he did deserve it.

"I've had enough Tengen I think its time we part ours ways, you enjoy your life" said [name]

"no please [name] I promise I will trust you! please just don't leave me" Uzui got down on his knees begging for you to stay. "I'm sorry Uzui but its over"

she made her way to her room, leaving Uzui and the three wives crying. well not exactly the three wives, they didn't even know you properly it was Tengen himself crying his eyes off.

You had to sleep in Tengen's estate today. it was already midnight and there would be demons outside. Only if you knew that you shouldn't worry about that since your lover was their ruler.

that night you had the weirdest dreams ever. almost like a rewind of your past life, you saw the same man you called your friend killing so many people, and you learned his name Muzan Kibutsuji.

The next day, you waited till evening to move. the new 'friend' you met at the festival yesterday told you that he'll be at the festival when the sun sets and you wanted to go with him.

Tengen and the trio had another mission somewhere nearby yesterday and left after your argument so they would be back by this evening. as you were about to leave they arrived. he begged you not to leave but you refused, alas he had to set you free. it was his fault after all.

after meeting up with Kibutusuji you went to a bar to get some drinks. You told him everything that had unfolded in your home and he seemed to genuinely care. "you know Kibutsuji, I really like you" he seemed shocked. yes, you did drink but it was not enough to get you drunk. it must've been an honest thing.

he took you to a hotel, and it happened so fast. All the unreleased love just unraveled itself and for the first time ever you actually made love with someone.

in the middle of the session, you uttered his full name. He froze and started choking you! he asked you how you knew his name. Out of complete fear you told him about the dream you had about him and that you knew he was a demon but you couldn't stop loving him. he cried after those pretty little sentences. he has never felt so loved ever before.

It's now been 2 months since you and Muzan have been together. Now there's even a little half-demon half-human baby growing inside your tummy! you were so happy with him. who knew demons could love this well.

one day, when Muzan was gone with work or something you had gone to the market to buy some baby clothes for your little one. Unfortunately for you, there were demon slayers nearby. one of them being Tanjiro.

hellloo! thank you for reading part 2 of Soulmates. thank you for reading and please leave a like and a repost that would be very helpful!!👯‍♀️💖 special thank you to @z3r0art for this wonderful request and happy Halloween! 👻✨

[rae-gar-targaryen]

I’ve fallen down the mickey garcia rabbit hole thanks to your sunshine!reader hc post,,,,, 👀👀👀 would you happen to have more of those by chance

Thank you so much for this request, my love! I have an ENDLESS amount of HCs for these two. And now that I'm working on a full fic for them (in addition to "take me by the heart, take me by the hand"), so a lot of these may pop up again by reference in that story, so there will be some overlap... But to tide you over until I'm done with the fic, please have more HCs! 

part one here. [full fic coming soon!]

Some are slightly nsfw, with references to sex, so 18+ pls. This got kinda long so pls excuse the readmore. 

It’s canon to me that he calls you, his sunshine!gf, “cielo.” Fanboy and Cielo have an entire life together in some coastal town where they’re walking distance from the beach.

They take their dog, a golden retriever named Artoo, down to the water for walks. Mickey is definitely a dog-person, and when he's home, Artoo doesn't leave his side.

Mickey and Cielo met on a rarely-seen-but-always-appreicated successful Hinge date. They went to an arcade bar after flirty-texting for a few days, and she kicked his ass at StreetFighter, and it was love at first button-smash. It gets a little flirty, with her bumping her hips against his as they stand next to one another at the machines. He can't stop himself from grinning ear to ear that night, smile blinding against the neon light of the bar and the arcade games. She falls in love a little then, hoping she'll get to be the cause of that smile evermore.

His opener was definitely something Star Wars themed -- “Be the Leia to my Han? I’m so tired of being Solo.” She definitely rolls his eyes at him when he’s corny (but let’s be real, she loves it.) 

Thanks to Cielo, Mickey is all about self-care. She teaches him some basic components to a skincare routine when she can’t stand to see him wash his face with basic bar soap one more time, and it sticks. It’s a nightly ritual together -- she gets him into sheet masks, which she sends to him while he’s overseas as part of a care package. 

He gets Payback to try one once, and now he asks for extras in his care package so that Payback can have some, too.  

To the point that when they all have game nights, Payback plays too, headset and sheetmask on in full effect....

She’ll paint his nails, and all the guys know not to say shit about it. 

Rooster is their biggest fan. (I believe that Rooster knows all the wives’/girlfriends’ favorite flowers). 

When Mickey gets back from a deployment, he makes sure to have fresh flowers to give to her when he gets off the plane. And Rooster is like, “Come on, man, she likes daisies and marigolds.”

When they get to the airport, Payback is nonstop teasing -- “You’re walking a little taller than usual. Excited to see anyone in particular?” 

The squad is smitten by how smitten he is with her, and loves to tease him endlessly, especially if she calls him “amor” in front of them. “Amor? Your callsign should have been Romeo!” 

When he comes home, she holds him tight, wrapping her arms around him and dragging her fingers up the back of his neck and along his scalp, scraping against the buzzcut and whispering how much she misses his curls, and that he has time while he’s back to grow them back again. 

They go to the beach sometimes to watch the stars. "I missed you," she murmurs, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I'll make it up to you," he replies, million-watt grin that she loves so much blooming in his face as he loops a finger under her chin and brings her in for a kiss against the backwash of a purpling sunset.

Matching minimalist sun tattoos on the inside of their wrists. An anniversary idea from several years in. At first she thinks it's silly, but he tells her he wants something of her wherever he goes, his personal sunshine.

They go for coffee on Saturdays as a treat -- Cielo always gets hers with an extra shot, no sweetener or syrup.

“I don’t know how you can drink coffee that’s so bitter,” Mickey says, laughing as she sighs into her first sip.

“I have all the sweetness I need right here,” she replies, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He rolls his eyes at this, but is so smitten.

Every time she says something endearing or remotely romantic, or gives him a kiss, or holds his hand in public, she’s not-so-secretly pleased at the flush that blooms its way across the peaks of Mickey’s cheeks and the tips of his ears, loving the contrast along his skin.

They’re definitely a couple that’s touchy in public, but in a way that just is indicative of how complete they are together -- walking in step, his arms slung over her shoulders, smiling into her cheek before pressing a kiss there; her nuzzling his neck when they go to a movie together. Fighting the urge to just climb into his lap at said movie.

Sci-fi movie nights -- they binge the “Predator” series, and make a game out of tossing popcorn into one another’s mouths and taking drinks at the corny lines the other person can quote along to. 

Cielo is a graphic artist. As a gift, she gives Mickey a handmade comic book about the space-exploring misadventures of a rogueish pilot (and his pilot friend) -- called “The Adventures of Fanboy and Payback.” 

Every letter she sends, she adorns with a little cartoon of him with Artoo in the corner.

Speaking of gifts, every year as a gag, she gives him a Mickey Mouse t-shirt on his birthday (along with a real gift, of course). He keeps them all, and usually wears one on Christmas morning, surprising her with it while she's making breakfast, prompting her to turn around and laugh at the selection of t-shirt for that year.

One year, on a milestone anniversary, they go to Disneyland together for the first time, and she buys him a Star Wars-themed Mickey shirt in the park that he pulls on immediately, over the shirt he’s already wearing, grinning like mad. 

“This is the best one yet, mi cielo.” 

Theyre that couple that swaps clothes. He loves her oversized, soft hoodies, and she wears his joggers. 

Their first night home together after he returns from a deployment or an assignment, Cielo always tries to cook something special for him, usually a family recipe from one of their respective relatives. She's an ace at chicken molé.

When they spend the night together his first night back, it’s soft, sleepy, sweet. She surprises him with some pretty lace and a sweet smile on her lips as she surges forward to kiss him and beckon him to bed.

Mickey is a pro at dirty talk.

“Does it feel good, amor, when I touch you like this?”

“I’m wild for you...”

And it always gets a little sweet -- “Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.” 

Always very attentive and precise with his fingers, he knows exactly what to do and say to make her miss him that much more the next time he leaves. 

She loves the way he touches her -- honeyed fingers over soft skin, full of sweetness, she swears she can feel the trail of them over her neck, shoulders, and arms, even while he’s away... akin to the first sip of orange-sweetned honey, or the pleasant tingle of sugar dissolving on your tongue. If you could feel that sweetness in your heart every moment, so real you could taste it, wouldn’t you indulge? 

After, she draws her finger repeatedly along the curve of his nose, pressing kisses into his neck and begging him not to move.

Mickey loves the summer. The sight of Cielo in her sundresses, days packed with beach dates and paletas... He'd spend winters longing for the summer sun and the desire to the sun and sea air on his tongue. Though that longing paled in comparison to the reality of her before him -- now that he knew what true sweetness could be. Everything else is synthetic by comparison.

He’s an insane kisser.

He hmms into her neck through the smile she knows to be there –  sweet and honeyed little noise, like the tufty soft buzz of bee's wings. And there, now … she feels his lips part, warm, silken and amorous, before pressing against the column of her throat. Loving the feel of his kisses along her skin, as though only his could feel. Radiant and true.

When he has to go next, they spend the morning in bed, just holding hands with their most recently-generated playlist going softly in in the background. And he says he doesn't want to go, and she says, "Of course you do. You've always got your head in the clouds, Mickey." And he starts to tell her that he doesn't love it more than her when he tells her, "But you're in the clouds with me, you're mi cielo."

Sorry, this probably got kinda stupid and too much. The full fic will be better, I promise! 

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Priceless (George Russell x Reader)

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summary: diamonds don’t make up for standing your girlfriend up (rich boy!george)

word count: 2251

warnings: swearing, a smidge of angst, class differences, not proofread

a/n: first time writing for george

        Charity galas weren’t usually her scene. Had it not been for her boyfriend, George, she wouldn’t have been there in the first place. But alas, George was nowhere to be seen, and she was growing bored of all the small talk. 

        She didn’t have many friends in this atmosphere. She could name a few people—most of them simply acquaintances—but that was about it. The only other thing she knew about these people were the random things about them George would talk about. 

        She sighed, getting up from her seat and preparing to call the driver back to fetch her, but she was stopped in her tracks by an older woman she could not name, perhaps one of the wives of these other wall street men. 

        “You’re George Russell’s girlfriend, aren’t you?” she arched a perfectly plucked microbladed brow at her. y/n offered a polite smile. 

        “That depends on who’s asking,” she quipped. The woman was not pleased with her joke, her brows only shooting up. 

        “I am, dear,” she snipped back. 

        “Oh,” y/n internally chastised herself for how displeased the woman was with her already, “Yes, I’m George Russell’s girlfriend.” 

        “You know, I’m not quite familiar with you. Who are your parents?” 

        “Trust me, I don’t think you’d know who my parents are,” she let out a small chuckle. 

        “Oh, trust me, I know everyone who’s anyone,” the woman boasted proudly. 

        “My parents aren’t exactly from this scene,” she explained carefully as the woman’s brows furrowed in confusion, y/n a puzzle she tried figuring out. 

        “Well, then, how did you and George end up together?” 

        “We met at a restaurant,” she explained, a gentle smile making its way to her face as she met the confused—and clearly very sheltered—man at the greasy restaurant, “He needed a bit of help, and I was more than happy to offer my help. We shared a meal, and exchanged numbers.” 

        “Oh, I don’t suppose I’ve heard of people meeting like that before, that’s certainly something,” the woman gave a condescending laugh, perhaps only used to hearing stories of people being set up by their friends or family, something common when it came to people of the same status George was in. 

        “It was a bit spontaneous, I suppose?” 

        “Right, you must be a very lucky girl then,” she let out a small laugh, her eyes wandering over to y/n’s chest, where a diamond necklace hung, a gift from George, “Where did you say you bought that again?” 

        “Oh, I didn’t,” y/n shook her head, letting out a nervous laugh, “God, I’d never be able to afford anything like this. George got it as a gift.” 

        “Ah, very lucky girl,” the woman gave a bitter nod, “You know, if I were you, I wouldn’t let go of George anytime soon if you want to hold onto the lifestyle you’re living now.” 

        y/n didn’t miss the implications of what this woman was saying. Instead of giving much thought to it, she merely gave another nod, finishing off her glass of champagne. 

        “I have to go now, I’m getting a bit tired,” y/n offered the woman a brief smile, making her way out of the venue and calling for the car to come to fetch her. It was something she was thankful for when it came to the lifestyle George introduced her to; no more waiting on the street to hail a cab. 

        She got to the house, the only other people there being the staff who worked there. Still, no sign of George. She sighed, resigning to her fate and jumping into the bed. 

        George got home much later into the night, expecting to see his girlfriend wrapped up in a pile of blankets and snacks as she watched a movie, prepared to complain about how the charity gala went. He frowned, catching her asleep in bed, still clad in the beautiful silk gown she wore to the event. He set a quick kiss to her forehead, allowing her to rest as he gently got into the bed with her. 

        y/n awoke the next morning, feeling a comforting weight on her waist. Her eyes fluttered open to the sight of her boyfriend. She smiled, her eyes dancing around his features. He slowly awoke as well, placing a kiss to her cheek. 

        “I smell pancakes,” he let out a small laugh, peeling the blanket away from himself, “Let’s go have breakfast, yeah?” 

        The pair walked into the dining room, the table already set for them both as the maids stood by the table, awaiting any other requests from the pair. 

        “You guys can leave us, we’ll manage,” y/n offered them a smile, dismissing them from the dining room before turning to her boyfriend, “It just always feels like they’re watching me eat.” 

        “They’re just doing their job,” George shrugged, taking a bite from his pancakes. 

        “Right,” y/n nodded, “Where’d you go last night?”

        “Oh, a few of the boys just wanted to go out for a late night golfing session,” he let out a small chuckle, “None of us wanted to go to the gala, it’s always the same.” 

        “Oh,” y/n nodded, “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t going, though?” 

        “Well, it was a spontaneous thing. We were all headed to the gala together then Lewis decided to drive somewhere else,” he explained briefly.

        “Still, you could’ve sent me a text or something instead of letting me look like an idiot waiting for you all night,” y/n scoffed, her frustrations with what happened the night before bubbling over, “I mean seriously, what was I supposed to do there.” 

        “I don’t know, talk to people?” he suggested with a shrug, “People would kill to have conversations with everyone in attendance at that party.” 

        He meant networking. People would kill to make connections with these people to uplift themselves in life. Still, that wasn’t what she cared about, he knew that. 

        “Yeah, well, you and I both know those people there are assholes,” she scoffed, recalling her conversation from the night before, “But of course, I had to put on a smile because these are all your family’s investors, I didn’t want to fuck anything up.” 

        “You never had a problem with all that at other events,” he recalled. She frowned. 

        “It’s because you were there,” she frowned. 

        “Well, I don’t see what the issue right now is then,” his brows furrowed, confused as to why they were now arguing. 

        “The issue is that you didn’t tell me you were going somewhere else and you left me to fend for myself at the gala,” she emphasized as George got out of his seat, “Where are you going?” 

        “I’m going to give you some time to cool off,” and with that, he left her alone again in the magnificent house. She frowned, making her way back to the bedroom, no longer in the mood to finish her meal. 

        She laid there for a while, waiting for George to return as she allowed herself to cool off, preparing for a civil conversation this time, promising she wouldn’t snap at him this time. 

        He returned, knocking politely on the door before making his way in, a satisfied smile on his face. 

        “I have a bit of an apology present for you,” he offered her a smile, pulling out a distinct blue box. She stared at the box for a moment, sighing. 

        “Do you think a gift is going to make this okay?” she questioned, her brows furrowed. 

        “Of course not,” George explained and she could almost breathe a sigh of relief, “You deserve much better but this was the best I could get in short notice.” 

        “I don’t need it,” y/n shook her head, “Also, did you think a necklace was going to just make all this okay?” 

        “Well, I just—”        

        “You what? You thought you could buy something and all this would just go away?” she quirked a brow at him. 

        “Well, no, but—-”

        “And this isn’t even the first time you’ve done it,” she reminded him, “Why am I only noticing it now? You buy me things whenever you know I’m upset.” 

        “That’s not true—”

        “Come on, I thought you knew me better than that,” she scoffed, making her way towards the door, “Look, I thought I could have this conversation, but really, I think I need to cool off more. Please, don’t follow me.” 

        George could only sit there, dumbstruck and staring at the box he held in his hands. Looking back at it, maybe buying her a necklace at this time wasn’t the best idea. Maybe buying her articles of expensive bags and jewelry back then during their fights wasn’t a good idea either. 

        Hell, she was right. He knew her far better than that. Sure, she enjoyed the comfort his lifestyle brought, but she wasn’t a fan of such flashy pieces. She didn’t like the idea of wearing a month’s worth of her salary around her neck to be flaunted. 

        On the ride to her apartment, her eyes welled up with tears of frustration. She wasn’t too sure why she was mad at George in the first place. Was it the fact that he failed to mention to her he wasn’t going to be in attendance that night? Perhaps it was the fact that she believed he believed she could be easily bought.

        Was she mad at herself for not being able to acclimate properly to the lifestyle? She was unsure, but she knew damn well she had a lot of pent-up frustration when it came to the whole situation anyways. 

        Still, she needed a break from all the grandeur of George’s life. She needed time in her not–too–big–not–too–small apartment in the city, preferably with the company of a tub of ice cream as well. 

        Back at his place, George was now asking around with the staff, asking where y/n could have gone, groaning after he was told none of the drivers or cars were utilized by the woman that day. 

        He wondered where she could have gone, opting to drive to his car in search of places she may have gone. She wasn’t at her favorite cafe, nor was she at any of her friends’ places when he called around. 

        He even wandered into one of her favorite restaurants in search of her and yet, he could not find her. He figured while he was there, he might as well order something quick, chuckling as he figured out how to order everything. 

        Takeout bag in hand, he made his way towards y/n’s apartment complex, partially embarrassed to have not thought about checking his apartment first. He made his way up through the steps, stopping as he knocked on her door. 

        To his surprise, she opened the door, offering a tentative expression, yet moving out of the way to allow him inside. 

        “How’d you get to your apartment?” he questioned, brows furrowed. 

        “Taxis exist,” she reminded him. He nodded, “Anyways, what’re you doing here? I thought you would’ve just waited for me back at the house.” 

        “Yeah, well, I figured we should talk about it,” George explained bashfully. 

        “No gifts this time?” she quirked a brow at him. 

        “No expensive gifts this time,” he reiterated, pulling out the paper bag from behind him, and handing it over to her. She gave a look of disappointment for a moment, all traces of it vanishing from her face when she realized what it was he bought her. 

        “Thank you,” she offered him a warm smile, helping him onto the couch, “I can’t believe you remembered my order. It’s been forever since we’ve been there together.” 

        “My fault, mostly,” he nodded, “But how could I forget the meal that led me to you?” 

        “You’re being too mushy.” 

        “Well, it’s better than trying to buy your forgiveness with another necklace, don’t you think?” he quipped, earning a nudge from the woman. 

        “Right, sorry for snapping at you,” she frowned, “The gala was ass, and I’m pinning it all to you and the fact that I don’t really belong in your world.” 

        George frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

        “I don’t know. Last night, I was just so out of place, then there was this botox-filled lady going on about how I’m lucky to have somehow scammed you into dating me. And the look she gave me when I told her you bought the necklace, god. She was such a bitch,” y/n went on a bit of a rant, “And since you weren’t there, people got to gawk at me like I was some kind of exotic animal.” 

        “Yeah, well, they may not think you belong in their world, but trust, you definitely belong in mine,” George reassured her, placing a quick kiss to her forehead, “And if anybody talks badly about you, we threaten them with a lawsuit.”

        “You know, you really don’t have to—” y/n went on a bit of a ramble before stopping upon the sound of George’s melodious laughter. 

        “You know, I really am sorry about making it look like I could just buy off an apology,” George’s baby blues pierced into her e/c eyes, “I just got used to it with everybody else, I guess.” 

        “Seriously?” 

        “Yeah, seriously,” George chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, “You threw my life upside down and I love you for it. All this money and your love’s priceless compared to it all.” 

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[pixiemunsons]

okokok i have a nsfw request. wife reader touching herself while thinking ab benedict + him unexpectedly coming home early or whatever and hearing her

or (/and) reader making ben watch her please herself until he’s literally begging her to let him touch her

when i think about you... (b.b)

... i touch myself

mean dom!benedict, masturbation, use of sl*t and wh*re during sex, i got carried away again

benedict had a few rules for being his wife; rules that, ordinarily, you stuck to with pride. they were quite simple, really. 

firstly, you were not to go to bed angry at one another. benedict always said that anything could happen at any time, and he could never live with himself you were upset with him if anything did happen. secondly, you were to respect each other at all times, even if you didn’t particularly like each other at that moment in time. he would never share details of your life, the good or bad, with his friends, and in return you would never gossip about him with your fellow wives. there was only one rule you had trouble sticking to, and that was his third and final.

you weren’t to touch yourself without him.

───✱*.。:。✱*.:。✧*.。✰*.:。✧*.。:。*.。✱ ───

blood leaked from your lip as you bit at it, desperately smothering your cries through your teeth. benedict had been at his brother’s house for a few days, helping anthony out around the house while kate entered her last month of pregnancy. you knew he would be furious if he knew what you were doing, but you could not bring yourself to care. it had been a week, seven torturous days, since he had touched you, and even that was only his fingers. it had been at least ten days since he had pushed his cock into you, and all you wanted was him. but he had written the night before with news that he expected to be there at least another day, and you had grown increasingly desperate to be touched. your own fingers were nowhere near as good as benedict’s - his were perfectly long, thick and knew just where to find that spot inside you. your own were clumsy and less experienced; it had only been upon marrying benedict that you had discovered the absolute wonder of sexual pleasure, self-inflicted or otherwise, and you had done it scarcely two minutes at a time for him before he would pounce on you and ravish you himself. soon, however, you found that your fingers had discovered a rhythm which, while not perfect, was just enough to get you to your high, blood rushing through your ears.

───

unbeknownst to him, benedict’s letter had reached you only an hour before anthony let himself into benedict’s chambers at the big house and told him that kate had decided she wanted a few days alone before the baby was due. benedict had been on his way home soon after; he was excited for the baby - who anthony had decided was a boy - of course, but he was even more excited to get home to his beautiful wife. he knew he had been neglecting you a little recently, but between the excitement of a new baby and his painting career starting to take off, he hadn’t had much time. he had hoped to find you in bed, maybe half-asleep in one of those deliciously see-through nightgowns he loved, and he couldn’t wait to show you just how much he had truly missed you. maybe, he thought to himself, it could be you and him with the next pregnancy announcement. his mother would love that. he would too.

what he didn’t, however, bargain on when he walked into your bedroom was you led with your hand between your thighs, desperately panting his name and seemingly oblivious to his presence.

───

‘as much as i’m enjoying the view darling.’ your eyes shot open at your husband’s voice behind you, stomach dropping to what felt like your knees, ‘what the hell do you think you’re doing?’

you removed your right hand gingerly from between your legs and smoothed out your hair with your left, moving to swing your legs over the edge of the bed. before you could open your mouth and make up an excuse, he was stood in front of you, his long legs forcing your own apart, and you had to resist the urge to moan at the feeling of the cool air on your hot folds. you had to hold your groans once more when benedict grasped your chin between a thumb and a forefinger and forced you to look up at him. he had stripped himself of his cravat and began unbuttoning his shirt, evidently intending to get in bed with you, and a new wave of shame filled your cheeks with blood as you realised that, had you only waited half an hour, you probably would have gotten what you wanted. there was no chance of that now, however. not when he was looking down at you like that, hard-faced and thinking, and you just knew he was coming up with a way to punish you for your misgivings. that is why you were so surprised when, suddenly, he walked over to an armchair in the corner of the room and dragged it over to the end of the bed, sitting down expectantly.

‘well, you were so willing to break my rules earlier. continue.’ your mouth dropped open at the suggestion. you had touched yourself before him a few times, but never in such an exposing way. it was always under sheets, playing with yourself as he fucked into you, and he almost always replaced your hand with his own. he stood up and grabbed each of your ankles, dragging you to the end of the bed and leaving you completely open to him. in a show of tenderness, he reached down to kiss your forehead, looking in your eyes for assurance that you wanted this. you nodded excitedly, and instantly the hard expression was back and he was leant back in the chair once more. 

‘go on, i won’t ask again.’ you crept a hand back down between your thighs, and with a tantalising moan, found that you were even more wet from your husband’s interruption. your knees pushed together around your hand, and benedict leant forward instantly, prying your legs apart.

‘you’re supposed to be putting on a show for me, y/n. after all, you want to be a whore, you can show me exactly how much of one you can be.’ you were shocked at his words. benedict was never anything but gentle, but you found that his words sent a shock down your spine and a new flood of wetness between your legs as you began rubbing at yourself faster, moans of your husband’s name pouring from your mouth like an open tap. he, of course, didn’t miss the way your body reacted to him. he never did.

‘do you like it when i talk to you like that? ‘fcourse you do, such a dirty little slut for me. you love being told what a dirty girl you are, don’t you?’ he cooed down at you, and you could only moan in response. ‘bet you want nothing more than for me to use my tongue on your cunt right now, do you?’ you tried to respond, but nothing would come out, and this seemed to dissatisfy benedict. he leaned over you to grip your chin and force your eyes to his, and you saw that his trousers were undone and he had a hand on his achingly hard member. you reached for it, but he smacked your hand away, staring daggers at you.

‘say it.’

‘say what, my lord?’ he moaned at this, eyes closing and head dropping for a moment before he dragged his gaze back to you.

‘tell me that you want my tongue on your cunt.’ 

you would never, ever swear in front of benedict ordinarily. you were the perfect figure of a housewife and lady. you minded your manners at all times, you moved gracefully and played the piano forte and sewed with his mother, for god’s sake. so when your pouty red lips opened, and your refined, soft voice spoke, he nearly came in his pants.

‘i’m a whore and i want your tongue on my cunt, sir.’

he kissed you for the first time that night, all tongue and teeth and you swore he’d never knocked you dizzy like this. his kisses had always left you light, dreamy, gently licking and teasing you with his mouth. but this? he was like a man gone wild, he was sucking on your tongue and his teeth were bruising your lower lip. when his hips brushed your own and you felt just how hard he was, your mouth opened in a gasp, and he took the opportunity to lick right back into your mouth and possess you in a way you never thought possible. his grip on your lower jaw was bruising, and you couldn’t have shut him out even if you wanted to. so when he dragged himself back as soon as he’d thrown himself in, you couldn’t help but whine and sit there dumbly, no idea what to do with yourself.

‘did i fucking tell you to stop?’

oh god, were you in for a long night.

[abbatoirablaze]

Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 19

Word Count:  1.8k

Warnings: smut/unprotected sex, manipulation, angst.

Ransom’s eyes fluttered shut as he buried himself to he hilt in his ex-wife’s core, “Jess…oh, god…Jess…fuck…feels like home, baby…so fucking good!”

Her nails dug into his perfectly toned biceps and her back arched, pressing her chest against his.  The couple felt breathless in one another’s arms.  Ransom groaned against his partner’s ear, “I love you baby!”

“Hugh…”

“God, it sounds so sexy when you moan my name…do it again,” he whimpered, “baby…do it again…please!”  

“Right there!” she begged as he bucked his hips heavily. She moaned loudly once more as he repeated his actions, “HUGH!”

“Say my name again,” he begged, thrusting into her once more, “say it again, baby!”

“Hugh!” she moaned a little bit louder, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, “HUGH!”

“God, baby…I’m gonna cum…”

“You know where to cum,” she growled, nipping along his neck.  She made her way up to his ear, nibbling on his lobe and his hips stuttered, “it’s all yours, Hugh…”

“JESS!”

“Cum in me, daddy!”

Ransom’s pace picked up, and soon he was thrusting so hard into her, the headboard was slamming into the wall. 

“Gonna cum in you,” he promised as he started the journey of his high, “gonna fill that pretty little pussy up with every bit of me…just like she deserves.”

“Cum for me, Hugh!”

He roared as he came, slamming his hips with stuttered thrusts before finally coming to a quick stop.  His breathing was heavy as he propped himself up above her on his elbows, his cock keeping her plugged up.

“I love you, Jess.”

“I love you!” she whimpered in response, pulling him into a searing kiss.

Ransom gasped, shocked at her response to it all, and she took the opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth.  He moaned, reacting with his own tongue as his hips slowly worked into a new, tantalizing rhythm.

“I missed you so much, Jess…”

“I missed you too, Hugh…”

“Don’t le-“

But their moment was quickly interrupted by a door harshly opening. 

Ransom snapped to attention, pulling out of Jess, before falling to the floor.  In his haste, he’d managed to pull the covers off as well, leaving Jess naked before her ex-mother in law. 

Linda looked unamused as she placed her attention on the dresser just to the right of the door.  She adjusted the picture that had fallen over, “I thought the two of you would like to know that Lily invited your first wife here…she…is downstairs…with the rest of the family.”

Ransom paled, “Wh-what?”

“Do me a favor, Ransom,” Linda sniffed, still showing no acknowledgment to their current predicament, “take your clothing and get dressed in the next room…I have to talk to Jessica…”

“Eat shit, Linda!” Ransom growled. 

Linda’s eyes met his as he stood, grabbing his clothes in the process.  Jess attempted to cover up with the sheets, but when she realized it was still attached to the bed, she settled on covering her frame with a few pillows. 

“Ransom…get out…”

“Now hold on here,” he spat, glaring at his mother, “I don’t know what the fuck you think-“

“Hugh…get out…”

Ransom froze, his attention turning towards Jess, “baby?”

“I-I want to see what she wants!” Jess said curiously as she looked at him, “you’re not planning on killing me, are you?”

“If I wanted you gone, I wouldn’t do it where the family is downstairs,” she scoffed, “you would have been gone long ago, Jessica.” 

Ransom’s focus turned back to his mother momentarily, before he looked to the door, “I-I’ll be right next door…in the next room.”

“You’ll go downstairs after you finish getting dressed!” Linda said impatiently as she opened the door once more.  Ransom didn’t have a chance to respond before Linda had shut the door again, this time locking it.  Jess felt the anxiety rising in the pit of her stomach.

“Wh-what is it that you want, Linda?”

“To talk…officially,” she said simply.  Linda turned her attention towards the rest of the room, running her fingers along the surfaces, as though she was checking them for dust, “you know that I never thought much of you…right?  Never agreed with my son’s choice in marrying you…I mean you seduced him, and as a minor…bore two of his children…”

“You know…if anyone ever told you that you’re great with empathy, you need to call bullshit on them,” she said uncomfortably, fidgeting in her spot, “did you want to talk to me just to point out the fact that Ransom and I didn’t work out…I know that we weren’t exactly quiet-”

“Ransom’s never ‘worked out’ with anyone,” she shrugged, cutting her former daughter-in-law off while finally taking a seat on the edge of the bed, “he never connects with anyone…or at least, not until you…”

Jess’ brow furrowed, “okay…cut to the chase, Linda, because you’re losing me.”

Linda lifted her chin, turning her attention towards the younger woman as her hands went across her lap, “I’ve seen my son transform into a nearly new person…and it was all because of you.  And Evan.  And Rose.  You and your children made him a different man…a better man…I hadn’t seen that version of Hugh since before he was a teenager…”

“Linda-“

“Hugh and I were close once,” she admitted solemnly, cutting her off once more, “back when he was a child…it was like he worshipped the ground I walked on.  I’m sure he never told you about how close we once were.  He always likes to act as though we were in different universes.  But we weren’t.  When he was a child, he was my everything…Richard had never wanted children…and before him, I never thought I did either.  Hugh was the best accident that ever happened to me.”

“I-“

“He’s nothing like Richard,” she repeated, finally glancing back at her former daughter in law, “he may like to act like he is…tough and emotionless.  Calculating and callous…but deep down, my sweet boy was still there all along.  I’d just written him off because he and I drifted apart…because he presented to much like my good for nothing husband.  But Hugh is a good man…he-he was truly broken up when you two split up….I know that he never stopped loving you.”

“Hugh cheated on me Linda…”

“Lily drugged him…she admitted it to me the other day when she was asking for my help in getting custody of her daughter,” Linda sighed, finally admitting the truth out loud, “she’s been staying with me since her and that new boyfriend split…and she told me that she had to ‘cut out the cancer,’ from our family…said that she’s been working on it for years.  First you…then Curtis-her now ex-husband.”

“I-I remember Curtis…he was one of our teachers…”

“My point is that once she told me, it made me see everything clearly….the reasons for Hugh being the way he was…how he continued to be upset even after it all ended…none of it was his choice,” she replied, “Lily drugged her father…and coaxed her mother into sleeping with him again, in hopes that it’d break the two of you up, and get them back together…”

“W-why are you telling me this?” she asked, “you hate me, Linda…”

“What I hate is people I cannot trust,” she said with a shake of her head, “liars who use my family for their own personal gain.  As a parent, we must do what is best for our children…and you’ve always tried to do best by yours.  As a mother, I can see that.  I appreciate that.  I know how you raised Evan on your own for the first few years…With Lily it was spare the rod and spoil the child.  Hugh loves her in his own ways…but she’s only ever wanted to use him.  Even after you gave birth to my grandson, you kept your high road.  I see my son in Evan every time he’s around.  I see him when he was a sweet-natured child.  You’re smart in not letting him see any of my siblings, or using our family’s wealth.”

“But Harlan-“

“My father was making sure that you were okay…he sees the good in people often before others do…and I see now that he was right in doing so…” she admitted, “I may have misjudged you once, Jessica…but I will not do the same again.  Nor will I let my son slip back to the person that he was before he met you.  I’ve decided that it’s time I stopped standing idly by, waiting for you lot to sort yourselves out.  I’ve done my part to ensure that my great-granddaughter is taken care of, and now it’s your turn, sweetheart.”

Linda got up and smoothed out the designer skirt she wore. 

“Wh-why now though?”

Linda gave her another smile, “because…you make my son the best that he can be.  I already told you that.  There is no more ulterior motives here.  So, get your clothes back on and come down to the family party…because if anyone belongs here, it’s you.”

“C-can you maybe have some towels sent up?” she asked nervously.  She bit her lip and looked back to the fact that she was using pillows to hold some sense of modesty to herself.

Linda scoffed, “No.  What you’re going to do is throw on your clothes and do as I said.  You’re going to come down those stairs, and show off the fact that my son, despite the desperate attempts of his daughter and first ex-wife, only wants you.  And you’re going to put that self-righteous little cunt in her place and kick her out of my father’s home…because like I said, darling.  She’s not part of the family.  You are.  And that is what a Thrombey woman does, despite having to carry my sorry ass husband’s name.  You and my Hugh are Thrombey’s at heart.  Just like myself.  Show it!”

Jess watched the confident, self-assured woman as her heels clicked against the hardwood.  She reached for the door, but stopped and turned when she heard Jess calling for her.

“Hey Linda?”

“Yes darling…”

“I never thought I’d be saying this…but thank you…Linda…”

Linda gave her a soft smile, the tiniest smug look glinting through, “how many times have I told you these past few minutes…you’re family…call me mom.  And who knows…maybe if you start doing it, my son will get back to a point where he does the same.”

“T-thank you, mom…”

Linda’s smile returned as she turned once more, reaching for the door, “and when you’re done kicking that whore out of my father’s house…you better have my son proposing to you before the end of the year…like I said…he’s a better man when he’s with you.”

“Yes ma’am…”

“Oh…and if this happens to be the third child you just cooked up with my son at the family estate…I expect the child to be named after me…the world needs more Linda Drysdales…”

“The world most certainly does…” she chuckled to herself as Linda left the room.

Chapter 20

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[harrywavycurly]

Sarah hi! How’s it going? I hope you’re enjoying this sleepover with your drink of choice 💖 Yk sleepover got me thinking about Eddie and his seven wives, what would each wife be doing I wonder? I got a feeling Sunday would be the light weight 😂 Also kinda miss my bf Joe Quinn, tell him I said hi please ❤️

Hiii babes!!! Awe I kinda miss bf JQ too I’ll for sure tell him you said helloooo and to maybe make an appearance soon🥹 So as for the wives I’ll give you a little gif representation of how they’ll all act at a sleepover as well as what they’re drinking 😂 I hope you enjoy!💖

-find all things Eddie and his Seven Wives here✨

Monday: She’s just doing a puzzle minding her own business while the others decide on a movie, she’s drinking wine

Tuesday: She is absolutely not paying attention to anyone else and is just off doing her hair trying a new style she saw in a magazine or something and sipping on her white wine spritzer

Wednesday: She’s in the corner mad at the fact her movie got voted out and now she has to watch something stupid, she’s drinking vodka with juice

Thursday: She’s living her best life eating the snacks and watching Monday work her puzzle and trying not to tell her where certain pieces go, she doesn’t drink.

Friday: She is high as a kite and is dancing with herself around the living room waiting for the movie to start then she’ll settle down on the couch and eat her weight in popcorn, she’s also not drinking

Saturday: She’s pestering Wednesday because she just loves annoying her when she’s already in a bad mood, she’s drinking hard cider.

Sunday: She’s asleep on the couch but she’ll wake up when the movie starts and then fall asleep on Monday about ten minutes into it, she was drinking wine

Eddie: At the Hideout with Wayne waiting for one of them to text/call him that he needs to come home to break up a fight

[princessmahle]

The dark frost hashira  black y/n reader x tengen x tengen’s wives part 9 (LEMON)

(WARNING): probably the most nastiest lemons I’ve written. Orgy, oral, anal and all that good stuff NSFW

adults only….

Within the days you figured to help the girls out in the kitchen, run errands and go to the hot springs with them. Suma kept trying to get closer to you since hina got to hold your hands, and Makio got her first kiss from you and tengen kissed and cuddled you. suma had had enough, everyone was getting some but her. And while you all were home drinking saki laughing and talking. Suma drunkenly leaned over to you and whispered while giggling “I got something I want to share with you” you giggled back and said “what?” And suma kissed you from your lips down to your neck. You moaned in delight on how suma’s lips touched yours. And everyone else just watched in surprise. Tengen smirked “touch her suma..” suma smiled into the kiss and did just that. While she kissed you, hinatsuru got up to close the windows as it was getting dark. Makio came up to you and massaged your shoulders. “Geez…Go slower suma… she needs to take it slow with us..” Makio replied. Hina then kissed you next while suma went down on you and open up your clothes to have you bared. She went down on your pussy and didn’t hold back. Hina used tongue in your mouth to distract you from suma. And Makio started to kiss you behind your neck. Tengen just sat there. Watching the madness unfold and started playing with himself. “I’m going straight to hell…” he thought to himself with a smirk. This was getting hot and he knew it.

the night was still young. And at some point tengen was fucking you from behind. You were on top of suma and hina started licking your pussy from under you. while Makio made out with tengen while he still stayed focus on pounding your ass. Everyone got a little pleasure from you and they didn’t want it to stop. But you had to cum at some point. And tengen went a lot faster then he intended. “Ahhh f…fu!” Tengen heard you try to say something to him…. “Fuck me Lord Tengen!“ Everyone stopped for a moment when they heard you right. You called him lord tengen. You were officially his. And he wasn’t going to hold back now. he kept cursing and yelling as he banged the hell at out of your ass. And because you were a virgin and new at this, you did cry in pleasure. It was all new to you. And the girls smiled at you enjoying yourself. “Harder lord tengen. Make her cum…” Makio pleaded. Suma came up to you and grabbed some of your hair. “Make her cum lord tengen!” He went even faster. Hinatsuru looked up “make her cum so we can taste her” tengen then placed his meaty cock in your pussy while still keeping you from behind. He just loved doing you doggy style. “Ahhh! Lord tengen! I can’t hold it anymore! Please!” But neither could tengen, he orgasmed in such a way he wailed. But you soon followed as you started cumming. Hina took some of your cum and shared it with Makio. While suma licked some of lord tengen’s cock dripped with his cum. This went on for about a minute as the girls licked you and tengen. While tengen kept you close he made out with you while lying down.he put his long hands all over your face and caressed your cheeks with his two thumbs. He wanted you to know that they weren’t going anywhere and that they would be here. “I love you lord tengen..I love you suma,Makio, and I love you hinatsuru.”The girls kissed you and then each other. Before you knew it, you were all asleep. And you slept till morning

When you awoken the next morning. Tengen was missing from the bed. But the girls were still sound asleep. So you got up to find tengen. when you found him he was there looking at his swords. You sat next to him and it didn’t startled him that you were there. “I heard those beautiful flamboyant toes of yours coming in. Good morning Angel…” you put your arms around him and kissed him lovingly. You looked down at what he was holding. “Your swords?” Tengen smiled “just remembering what I’m leaving behind. I kind of already missed it.” You nodded in agreement with him. He now looked at you seriously “y/n…” you looked up curiously from his tone of voice “I want you to retire as well.” You blinked twice but you knew this conversation was coming. If you were going to be with them it was only natural they would try to convince you eventually. “Honestly all I wanted was to kill all the demons and live in a world where demons didn’t exist and we could finally live our lives in peace. But maybe with the training I receive I can always protect you and the girls. I couldn’t do that with my family because I was a child then, but now I fully completed my frost breathing and I feel I can take down any demon. But still…” this was hard for you to even think about you didn’t want to retire, you wanted to kill all demons. You wanted to be demon free of the world. “we can protect you y/n…you don’t have to do everything by yourself. That’s how slayers tend to die most of the time,even hashira.we always think we have to fight alone and yet we survive by the people who assist us. In the end I did needed you. I needed all of you.” He held you even tighter “so please, just retire with us. It’ll be ok. And maybe we can visit your homeland.” You smiled at the thought. But then an idea came to your head “wait! I got a better idea!” Tengen was now confused at what you had to say. You talk within the early morning with him about the demon slayer corps and what you can still do to assist.

Hinatsuru: Go back to sleep darling, I’ll make you breakfast a little later…

Sorry guys no parts button for this one

[lokisprettygirl]

The Possession (Sequel to Mystery of Laufey Manor)

Read chapter 7 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Summary : Things have been quiet since Loki got back to the apartment with you. How long will your peace last for?

Note : I wrote this while I'm going through stuff so please bear with me if it's not how I usually write because I read this chapter and I was like no but then I didn't want to waste another two hours on writing the same chapter

Loki didn't want to hurt you, he didn't want to leave either. But he knew if he'd stay there, the fight would escalate. He wanted you to stop hurting and he wanted his past to stop hurting you too. He has made horrible decisions when it comes to you, he knows how it feels to be played by the ones who claim to love you. He has been on this road before and he was left broken by his wives who claimed to love him but hurt him in the worst possible ways. Then why did he put you through the same thing?

He has asked himself that question every day since you left him. There's nothing he could do to change it, all he can do is be honest with you going forward and not betray you ever again. He was a few blocks away from the apartment when he landed on a florist shop. You love flowers and he didn't want to go back to you empty handed, he wanted to watch your face light up as you'd see them, when he came out of the shop with the bouquet in hand he had a smile on his face. You'd love this.

He suddenly saw a man walking towards him and recognised him. He had met Bruce before he married you while he was investigating Steve's case.

"Loki? I have been trying to call y/n ..there's something important you need to know" he told Loki and loki was taken aback by the worry in his voice.

"What do you mean? What's wrong?" Loki asked him and Bruce looked around

"There's something you need to see, come with me, I can't show it to you here" he had a file in his hand, he turned around and started walking so Loki followed him. If it was something about Steve, he wanted to know whatever Bruce found out. He went inside the nearest alleyway and Loki walked in not knowing what Bruce had in mind

"What is it?" Loki asked him and Bruce gave him the file he had in his hand. As soon as Loki opened the file his eyes widened in shock, disgust and rage.

It had pictures of you in a compromising position, pictures that Steve must have taken of you when he was stalking you. It also had pictures of you kissing and making love with your other boyfriends. He wished he had never seen those pictures, it truly enraged him. Steve was always keeping an eye on you. Always

"Where the hell did you find this?" He asked Bruce as his jaw clenched with anger

"In the house..it's something, she's something" Loki glared at him and walked over to him, how dare he talk about you that way and why did he keep these pictures with him?

"Mind your tongue banner, that's my wife you're talking about" he pressed his cane on Bruce's chest and pushed him behind

"Your wife huh? Your wife? You stole her from me you bastard" Bruce raised his voice and Loki glared at him again

"Stole her? You had one date with her" he raised his voice as well. This felt ludicrous to him, he had a much bigger problem awaiting at home and he didn't want to leave you all alone there for so long, even though James and Natasha were there he knew you must miss him by your side. So he turned around to leave, he kept walking and he looked behind once, Bruce was just staring at him with a smile on his face, he wished he could have been faster but he was incapable, and that's when Bruce ran towards him, passed by him and stood in front of him.

"Bruce you have lost your mind" Loki told him as he stepped away from him, he didn't even have any weapon on him today.

"Bruce? You think this is Bruce ?It's Steve" He took out a sharp knife from his coat and stabbed Loki in the torso, the flowers he held fell down and so did the files with your pictures in them. He didn't want to give up, he didn't want to leave you but he was truly afraid in the moment.

"She was mine and you stole her from me" Bruce kicked him in the same place and then he stabbed randomly three to four times, Loki started bleeding profusely and fell down as he started losing all the blood so quickly.

"She will be mine now, she'll always be mine" he punched Loki in the face and it was only when he heard a voice is when he ran away from the scene, leaving Loki to bleed and die.

You looked at him shocked, and hurt as he told you about Bruce and how he got hurt. Your eyes teared up and you were going to break down so Loki asked you to scoot next to him again, just like yesterday. You sobbed your heart out as soon as you felt his warmth next to you. He could have died out there, he could have died if they hadn't found him

"Wait but Bruce said he found you and called the ambulance, why would he do that if Steve was possessing him?" You asked him and he looked at James.

"Steve can't stay forever in Bruce's body, Bruce is easily prone to possession now but as long as he's alive and his soul is still there, Steve can't take him and own his body as his own.. he'll have to kill Bruce and replace his soul to complete the possession" you looked at him horrified as he said that. You can't let that happen, Bruce is innocent in all this. When Steve possessed you momentarily you acted against your nature and did something you never would have done.

"We need to save him, bruce, we need to save him from Steve" you sat up and Natasha nodded

"We will help him if he would want to be helped, for now we just have to keep him away from you two" she said to you

"Why him? Why Bruce?" You asked them and she sighed

"He was investigating Steve's case right? He was already obsessed with his case, he was thinking about him all the time and he became an easy target, he might also have chosen Bruce because he was harboring feelings for you and was jealous of Loki " you sighed as you heard her. Everything is such a mess but at least you know who is dangerous to you both now.

"Does Bruce know that he's being possessed?" You asked them and they shook their head

"You didn't know that when he was in you, but then you remembered what happened while he had you under his influence, you remember allowing Loki to leave and you remember not asking him to stop, which is rare, the one who gets possessed never remembers anything after they are ridden of the evil soul"

"Why don't we remember?" You asked her confused and James answered you

"Because onxe they get possessed they are not acting from their own mind so there's never a memory of the incident. But somehow you remember being possessed, your mind is alot stronger than other people y/n.. you have a gift" he told you and your father's voice rang in your head. He always told you that you had a gift to connect with souls just like your mother did. Loki linked his fingers with yours and you looked at him.

"So what do we do now?" You asked them and they looked at him

"We need to find Bruce and Father Coulson will perform a seance, maybe steve would be open to reasons and would leave willingly after communicating, it may not help but it's a step necessary to perform before the actual exorcism"

"I don't think he's going to leave because we will ask him to.. what if he tries to possess me again, and I'm here with Loki alone?" You asked her and she walked towards you and placed something around your neck. At first you thought it was a cross but it was just a chain

"You're a lot stronger than you think, don't let him take you so easily, resist him, fight him, as long as you have love in your heart, as long as you're free from the feeling of envy and jealousy, you'd be okay, fear, Insecurities is what makes one more susceptible to the possession" she hugged you and soon after they left.

You laid down next to Loki and caressed his forehead with your fingers, there was a smile on his face as looked at you

"I'm sorry it all happened because of me" you sobbed as you hid your face in the crook of his neck

"No no no darling, it didn't happen because of you, it's happening because it had to be this way, maybe our road to togetherness isn't as easy as we thought it would be. It didn't start easy, but I'll make sure we get there. I'll make sure we get to live our forever darling. I won't leave you here I promise" he turned his head so you pecked his lips softly.

You fell asleep again and so did he. His body has gone through alot in the last two days and he needed to heal. You spent the majority of your time in the hospital and didn't go home, you packed a bunch of stuff you needed and found a hotel next to the hospital to stay. Wanda stayed with you for two weeks and you got to know her alot better. Whenever you weren't there in the hospital, either James, Nat, Sam or Clint would stay there. They were all doing so much for you two and it made you believe in humanity again. There are all sorts of people in the world, you're lucky if you find good ones.

Loki truly was the best one of them all, he made mistakes and he was trying to fix them all. His wounds have healed by 80 percent in two weeks but he still needed to rest and take care of himself to be healed from deep within. It would take months before he can get back to normal.

"I can't wait to get out of here darling, i miss sleeping next to you" he whispered to you. They were discharging him today and he couldn't have been happier.

"I miss you too hubby, let's go home" you smiled and they put him in a wheelchair which he absolutely despised but his leg would still take time to heal and he needed it. Doctor did advise you to help him walk with a pair of crutches.

As soon as you got home, Wanda and Nat made tea and coffee for everyone. James helped Loki to get on the bed.

You all stayed in the bedroom as you chit chatted, James told about the time he met Natasha and how they fell in love. You noticed that there was something going on with Wanda and Sam and it made you smile.

"So about the seance, when will we do that?" you asked Natasha and she told you that it would depend on you two so you looked at Loki

"Let's do it as soon as possible" Loki told her and she nodded. After they left you climbed in the bed and laid next to him..you wrapped your arms in the space between his chest and torso where he wasn't stabbed. As soon as felt your touch he wrapped his arm around your back and sighed as you placed feathery kisses on his neck. He was home.

"I have missed your kisses and everything else that comes after that" you chuckled and lifted your head up to kiss him, this time it wasn't just a short fleeting touch, you kissed him deeply, you missed him more than you could have imagined. He was there in front of you but he still felt so far. You looked at his broken nose and felt horrible about it. He just got his face back and now it was all busted again, even though other bruisings have faded his nose would still take some time to heal

"Can I use 'I almost died' as an excuse so you would have pity sex me?" You giggled as he said that.

"I would have sex with you and it definitely won't be out of pity.. but" you got on your fours, and leaned down to kiss him.

"I knew there was a but"

"But your doctor said we shouldn't do anything that would strain the stitches"

"You asked the doctor if we could have sex?" He chuckled and you sucked a mark on his neck

"Mmmhm I almost lost my husband to death, I wanted to know how quickly I could jump his bones"

"This is going to be torturous" he mumbled and you laid down next to him again.

"I'm sorry about everything lo, whatever happened that day..I"

"It's not your fault darling, you did what I would have done, I would have been jealous too..I just need you to know that you're my everything and I'd never do anything to jeopardize our relationship and the love we have in each other"

"You're my everything too, and I never ever want to lose you" he caressed your back softly and you fell asleep soon.

Few days passed by and Loki was getting better and better everyday. He could even walk with the help of the crutches. Weirdly enough since you got back to the apartment with Loki, you have not heard from Steve, it was as if he disappeared or went away but you knew that would be wishful thinking. Bruce was missing and nobody knew where he was. You have put the shop opening on hold considering the circumstances but you were ready for it to open now and Loki was doing his best to help you.

"Come help me shave, you promised me" he was standing in front of the mirror, with a straight razor and shaving foam in his hands.

"I don't think me holding a sharp razor over your face is such a good idea" you were standing on the bathroom door with your arms crossed. Tomorrow was the reopening of the shop and it made you nervous

"Come on darling, I'm here, I'll take care of us" he held out his hand for you so put your hand in his and he made you sit down on the sink. You used the shaving brush and lathered the cream all over his cheeks and chin, his beard has grown in the past few days, and you could tell he didn't like that look on him. You pulled him closer by wrapping your legs around him

You started to shave from the right cheek in the downward motion, slow soft strokes,

"I always wanted to shave my face when I was a kid, everytime my dad shaved I had this urge to do the same" he pulled his face away from you as he had to chuckle, he could imagine a little you jumping up and down and throwing tantrums so your parents would allow you to shave

"That's adorable darling, what happened then?" You smiled and moved to the other side. He roamed his hands all over your thighs as you continued to shave him

"Well I was going through my dad's shaving kit and of course I got caught red handed, instead of scolding my mom told me this horror story about a girl my age who grew facial hair after she shaved her face" he raised his brows as you changed the tone of your voice, it got chrpier, almost childish.

"Sounds horrifying" you nodded your head and continued to shave his neck

"I really thought that was true, she even showed me a picture of a woman from a magazine with a full grown beard,she probably had some medical condition, bless her heart. But as a kid I was terrified of it happening to me" he looked into your eyes as you finished the story, you were focusing on shaving his mustache while the only thing running through his head was having a little girl who would cause such mischief around the house.

He wanted a family with you and he wanted it all with you only. He just wished you both didn't have to suffer so much to find your forever together.

"Well I'd still love you the same if you had a beard" you chuckled as he said that

"Really?"

"You loved me how I was, you have taught me what it's like to love someone so selflessly, I'd never give up on you no matter what happens" you leaned forward to kiss his forehead then you kissed his lips. When you pulled away you both were breathless, gasping for air.

"I think my stitches are healed now darling"

"I think so too"

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