Blood Is Thicker Then Money

Could I request a Wilbur x pregnant reader!!! Please????

War isn’t forgiving but I am

During the war you tried day and night to get him to stop just leave it all alone. You understood that what was happening was wrong but you were months into pregnancy and refused to get involved with the baby on the way but he refused to stop fighting so the baby could live in the country he built but in the end, he was arrested and put into prison along with dream, lmanburg was destroyed. Everyone went their own ways. You cried for days during the trials. He sat in the wooden chair with his head low, his red beanie dirty and dusty. You couldn’t look at him it all hurt so much and caused to much stress so for the last days of trial, you just didn’t come. You went to his father Philza, he welcomed you with open arms and helped any way he could, tommy and tubbo both went to the prison multiple times to see him and they told you he constantly begged for your forgiveness,he wrote tons of letters that you couldn’t bring yourself to read. You didn’t hate your husband, you loved him more then anything but with what happened, many many people were looking to kill you and the baby, which tommy told Wilbur which made your husband became extremely angry and refused to see anybody until you came, he lashed out on everyone and hurt other ppl in the prison even sam was hurt during it all. You thought you could just hold out till the baby birth but sam came begging for you to visit him, he stopped eating and refused to go outside when there was free time, he was writing and writing. Sam looks to you “y/n please forgive me but you need to see him, I understand your with child but he’s going insane, we fear for our safety now and for his own” you sigh gently moving your hand over your now eight month belly “ I’ll…I’ll come tomorrow “ he gives you a nod, the whole night you tossed and turned thinking of everything that could happen. You feared he hurt you and the baby but you had to remind yourself he wanted a child ever since the wedding and before, he would never hurt you….you hoped. The next morning you leave with Philza going through the security and everything. Sam was fast about it. You walk through the hall to the door, Sam unlocked it and you look in seeing your husband on the bed, his beanie nowhere to be found and his glasses were dirty and he looked extremely skinny, Sam put a chair by the door “ call if you need help “ Wilbur fingers moved “ if it’s someone other then y/n,I will kill them “ you shivered feeling the darkness in his voice, you were nervous but spoke “ that’s not very nice beloved” you never seem him move so fast in his life, he shot up falling back as tears ran down his eyes, he came closer but slowly “ please be real, please tell me this isn’t a dream please, I’m begging you” he back up yelling “ SAM SAM” you get up touching him, his eyes widen “ your warm, omg your warm” he hugs you tightly “ your real your real” you hug him back “ I am, I am” he sobs holding you close and drops to his knees with his head down and cries “ forgive me y/n, forgive me please I love you. Please don’t hate me everyone else does, don’t hate me please” your heart breaks as you rub his back lightly “ please stand love, please. I don’t hate you” you sit back down as he looks up from your lap “ then why didn’t you come sooner y/n, how many months along are you “ you felt shame and felt lost, he comes closer and you see the scars on his face, his eye is sunken from the beatings, he looked broken “ eight months,I..I..I don’t know why my love, I was scared” he stepped back and you grab his wrist “ not of you no oo my not of you “ you see his shoulders relax “ after the trials I got threats love, they threatened the baby’s life, I had to go further away” you saw his face drop and his eyes looked blank, he gets closer holding your hand “ I’m….I’m sorry y/n, I should of just stopped now your so far along, I won’t even be able to see the birth of my first child” you knew this all broke him, you rub his shoulder and cup his cheek “ maybe you won’t have too” he looks up fixing his glasses “ what do you mean beloved” you hum.

“maybe Sam will let me have the baby here, if your behavior improves” he smiles for the first time since you’ve arrived “ I will do anything anything to see my child’s birth” you smile “ I’ll speak with Sam” he gets closer “ can I kiss you” you smile nodding, he kisses you softly cupping your cheeks and smiles through the kiss “ still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” he chuckles leaning down moving his hand gently over your swollen womb “ girl or boy “ you smile “ a little girl” his eyes light up “ really “ you smile “ would I lie “ he shakes his head “ I love you” you cup his cheek kissing him softly “ I love you too”. After two weeks of begging sam allowed you to have the baby their which everyone except Wilbur we’re completely mortified by it, Philza chocked when you told him and the boys lost it saying that they would lock you in the room until the birth but the only person who came around was Philza, he loved his son and you so he agreed to help with his granddaughters birth. That night you arrived at the prison a day before your due date you already started having contractions, Wilbur since then had cleaned up and was officially considered a normal prisoner. Six hours into the night you gave birth to a beautiful burnet baby girl, her lungs were strong and Wilbur cried the whole time while holding the infant, he thanked you and that night all three of you finally were at peace, he was at peace. He kisses your head “ goodnight my love” he brings his daughter closer smile “ you as well”.

Baby techno

(Warning: pregnancy, mention of child birth)

To say the pregnancy was planned would be a flat out lie to anybody who asked. You and techno happily married for three years and everyone knew you guys were on constant adventures and so happy together not very many asked about kids but here you are nine months along and techno piglet instincts are on lvl one-thousand. He has become extremely protective since the news and refuses to let anybody or anything near me the only person that can freely come in is Philz bc he genuinely is excited about his grandson and was planning to help with the labor and everything was planned out perfectly, the house was set up and you didn’t go very far from the house but one thing you didn’t prepare for is out of all the days techno finally lets you stay home alone bc Philz has to go deal with whatever he needs. You water breaks one hour after everyone is gone. You gasp gripping the counter and a slight panic fills you, you go to the door and scream as loud as you can “TECHNO HELP” you knew his hearing was unbeaten. That was all you could at before closing the door, a contraction goes through your body causing you to pause and lean down breathing lightly “ stay calm y/n, stay calm. He’s coming it’s okay” you finally make it up stairs after a few contractions stop you. You get to the bathroom knowing how everything going to go, you fill the tub and lean on the side of the tub breathing deeply “ come on techno come on”. In the distance Techno ears rise up as He hear a faint scream, his heart stops as He turn around heading back to the cabin. You slowly take ur pants and cry lightly as the pressure in your pelvis gets worse. You hear the door open and smile lightly hearing your name, techno comes in “ Y/N”. He rushes over and you lift your head up “ I guess they wanted to scare us a little “ he chuckles lightly lift you up into the tub gently, the warm water soothes your muscles but the contractions rip through you. He goes putting his stuff away and returns with everything. He hold your hand and gently rubs your lower back and stomach gently “ your doing so good my love” you groan lightly moving onto your knees, he checks every once and awhile “ am I there yet “ he rubs my back checking “ couple more cm darling” Philz shows up later and is extremely excited but extremely helpful. Techno takes you out the tub when time gets closer you rest your back on his chest and he holds your legs gently lifting you up more, they cover your waist down with a towel. Six hours pass and unknowingly to you techno brothers were waiting in the living room. You scream out when you feel the baby move “ their coming techno, their coming “ Philz moves as you grip technos arm as he kisses you head and rubs your thighs “ then push! love push! “ you lean your head back screaming out as a contractions follows and you push sucking in air and close your eyes tightly. Techno kisses ur neck and hums lightly “ there you go darling, your doing so good” you breath heavy leaning ur head back more screams at philza “ GET IT OUT”. You push and push and finally a loud cry is heard. Techno looks down and kisses my head softly “ you did omg you did it” tears run down his face and Philz wraps the little pink piglet in a white sheet moving them to rest on your chest, you cry light. Philz smile “ a boy” you smile up at techno and kiss the top of your sons head gently seeing his light pink hair and giggle lightly “ look at him techno” techno was just in awe of his son, he lay you back on the bed and lean down gently moving his fingers over his sons cheek, his son whimpers lightly and moves causing techno to pull his hand away. “ he’s okay beloved “ you let techno hold him and do to the fact he was half human your son was in the 6,7 piglets palm on his back he whimpered lightly and made a little piglet noises, techno looked up at you kissing you lightly “ thank you, thank you” you kiss him back weakly and lay ur head back smiling. Techno gets closer smelling his sons scent and smile looking at his feature, light pink skin and pink hair how he loved his son. His son moves his arms

yawning and rests his head more on technos thumb. You look over just seeing the most genuine smile on techno face the last time you saw this smile was on your wedding day or during special “stuff”(😉) but he was just so in love with his first son. “We need a name honey” techno looks up “Eric which means ruler, he going to be strong” your heart warmed hearing ur husband words. That night you feel asleep with Eric on your chest and your husband right next to you.

Billy Hargrove x reader toxic relationship!

To say the relationship was good would be a lie both of you on your own paths even when ur paths crossed it was a inconvenient but it kept happening. He asked ya out. Ya said yes and the rest was history only took a week for both of you to be at each other’s throats. You were possessive and a over thinker, a control freak. He was loud rude, possessive, easily provoked. So the night he said he call, he didn’t which left you to overthink. You got mad and he got frustrated with ur silence and ignoring him. He slammed your locker and the look in your eyes made him feel like his fight or flight kicked in, he returned the glare never to be overpowered or undermined. Through closed teeth you told him to meet you. When you both meet, it was good nobody was around and no real objects were around. You both went at it, you accused him of wanting another girl and he blew up because he hated explaining himself or being questioned. The night ended heated but with one gesture and one glance you both held a bond so tight. It all felt so right but it was so wrong. Both ppl with a mindset of being in control constantly brought things down in fire, you held him when he’s dad went on his rampages and beat billy or took his sons pride and stomped it, you held a part of his heart with that. He held yours by giving you the attention your dad never did, you gave him a stool, a platform, a stage to be viewed as a higher power. You wanted any male affection so the fact the most loved and wanted boy in the school wanted you gave you a sense of power. With that when you both would “break up” you both felt that void, that cold aching void. It would eat billy up when he lay in his bed with your perfume mocking him and your shoes or jacket laid in a part of his room. It all mocked him and showed him how much he missed you. For you it was the habit of looking towards the window or his leather jack draped over the chair in front of your vanity or a lighter on your side table. The make up was always like you both first meet full of genuine love and gently words. Wasn’t like you both didn’t love each other or plan a future together but you both were damaged but your traumas made you both fight. The night after the fight, he called and you went out with him, you leaned on your arm as it hung out the open window, you heard the infamous click and puff. He’s window down too. You both sat in silence, you turn ur head looking at him and he looked at you, he moved his hand around your throat placing butterfly kissed your lip, not long kisses but some that lingered on your lips made ya forget. The taste of the cigarette was on his lips but ya didn’t care. His thumb moved over your lips after the kisses, he hums “why do we do this” you felt how your heart ached, you knew what he meant. Why do we fight and argue but come back to this. “ because we know nobody else wants us like we want each other” you said it so coldly, it was as if billy shiver. He moved his hand behind your head, you felt his fingertips on your scalp, closing your eyes sinking into his touch, you turn your head seeing the baby blue eyes that can turn dark in a minute stare back at you. You wanted to kill for him but kill him at the same time. You look over him seeing his red shirt slightly unbuttoned and his gold locket rest over his collar bone, you move your fingers up holding it in your palm on his chest. You both would just touch to touch not a sexual touch but a touch to make ya imprint on it, a touch that made ya rethink it and giggle and stomach flip. He’s hand moved to your cheek as he leaned closer, you moved your hands to his neck as your lips connect, you lived off his kisses. The way they moved and just fit yours so perfect got you every time, how his hand would wrap around ya and rest on your hips as you both kissed deeply, you wrap your arms around his neck. Between kisses he say I love you pulling you closer, you both wised to breath another way hating to pull apart but both always left breathing heavy and flustered. You would kiss his chin and neck,

he would kiss your forehead and nose. A deep passion full of love and want along with desire a unhealthy desire. Only to have it be covered by the arguments or rumors. You wished for theses moments to be forever but you never held you tongue and he never held his which was the cause of petty arguments and unresolved issue. Why did everything have to end with a finger in the face or a door coming off the hinges. The fire you both held was the same that burned you both. But this moment made you believe in hope for you both, a memory to keep the “break ups” a joke, even ppl at school knew that if someone heard of you both breaking up, they would laugh knowing the case and the process. You laugh lightly still up on him, he raises a brow humming. You smile “ we are terrible” he only hums and kisses you again. “ but we are stuck together” and that’s what you wanted to hear till you die.

George is found x baby reader (hair stream)

He puts his hair in a small ponytail getting out his face, he yawns stretching. He hears a low whine and smiles walking towards your room. He walks in seeing you awake in your crib whining. he picks you up gently and kisses your little cheek “ good morning darling” you look up at your father gripping your blue blanket and whine, he bounces you lightly in his arms and kisses your head “ I know love, I know” he goes down stairs and holds you close while getting your bottle, you grip his shirt and whimper “I’m sorry sweetheart “ he shakes the bottle and brings it to your lips rocking you lightly and smile rubbing his thumb on your back and sits down at the table, the sun runs through the kitchen window hitting half your face making you eyes light up, he smiles “ look at my pretty girl “ you look up at him and giggle lightly moving your little legs against his stomach. He laughs kissing your cheek. He gets back to the room laying you down picking out little outfits for you, today was his hair stream and everyone really really wanted to see you. He got ready and puts you in your little baby carrier, grabbing a coat and you baby bag. You look around and George laughs seeing you so in awe of everything, Wilbur comes with him to watch you. Wilbur steps out and smiles at you and you laugh reaching your hand out, he laughs holding your hand “ well good morning to you too, sweet girl” you loved Wilbur since you were born, he helped a lot. You grew up knowing him and only him so it made you excited to see him at times. Gets to the place and Wilbur holds you while you babble and hold your blanket, you smile as the other two men just gush over you. They hold your hand and rub your back as you look back and forth between them, George starts the camera and smile “ come on guys, let’s me see her” you giggle at your father as he rests you on his chest, the chat stars to fill with people talking about you “ y/n look “ he turns you pointing towards the camera you look at it and smile seeing your dad in the reflection. Everyone just melts, Wilbur takes you half way through and you play with his beanie and giggle at him while your dad talks. Half way through they lay your blanket down and you get your bottle completely passing out, Wilbur sits by you so nobody steps on you, George looks over and smiles, his heart melts seeing his little girl all relaxed. George finishes and leans down gently rubbing your cheek with his fingers “ y/n..y/n” you yawn and whimper looking up, you cry looking at him, since your birth he never cut his hair, it’s always been long so seeing it short upset you. You crawl into Wilbur chest crying. George looks shocked you’ve never ever denied him. It really broke his heart to see you cry and move away from him “ I’m sorry sweet girl” he goes to reach for you and you pout hiding in Wilbur’s chest. He rubs his neck and Wilbur turns you around “ it’s your daddy y/n, it’s okay “ Wilbur gets closer to your dad and you whine as your dad eyes water, you look up and whine as your dad holds you, he kisses your cheek softly holding your tummy and bottom “ I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean to scare you please don’t be upset” you whimper and look up at him touching his face looking up at his hair and pout, George hums kissing your little nose “ shh shh I’m sorry” on the way home you still were whining which made George feel so bad, he tried to comfort you so many times when he gets home. He sighs still seeing you cry “ please my sweet girl, I’m sorry” his eyes water and he holds you tightly “ forgive me sweetheart” he cries lightly and you look up moving you hand over his face as if ur whipping his tears, he smiles and chuckles “ thank you darling” he kisses your cheek and hums taking you to bed, you lay on his chest and he gently rubs your back humming a little rhyme as you finally relax” Good night my sweet girl”

( I don’t do George very much but I hope you like it, you know who you are💙🤍💙)

“Kiss,kill,marry”

Billy Hargrove x reader

You cry lightly into his shirt and grip his Jean jacket, he rests his chin onto of your head and arms tightly around you, you mumble though sobs “ I hate you” he rubs your back feeling guilt comes over him “ I know….I know” he’s put you through nothing but hell. The Whole relationship was hell, from the start each kiss and touch was purely to not feel alone both didn’t want commitment but both didn’t want the other in someone else’s arms so this whole thing was running off of the fear of being alone. Both you fighting like cats and dogs, so many bruises or cuts from passed fights. You couldn’t count it on your fingers how many times you fought with him, morning till night you both fought only having genuine moments when one was hurt or in pain by an emotional situation. When billy father would rage, you broke down the door next to killing the man for being inches from billy. if billy didn’t grab you, you be in prison rn. Him the same when your mother spoke down on you or got loud. He was right there with open arms, he knew how to soothe you and he had all the right words but when the moment passed and a rumor or comments were made, even the slightest change in a mood and you both saw red. But god forbid a man or woman looked either way. Tonight wasn’t the case, billy finally crossed a line. He went to a party, when you arrived you caught him kissing some blond. When he noticed you. You saw his eyes go almost blank, deer in headlights. You stormed off. He ran after you only to meet you in the front yard, you didn’t know you could get this angry but you turn punching him in the jaw, he fell back shocked holding his soon to be bruised jaw, you yelled and called him every name in the book. Out of it all what broke him was how emotionless your eyes were when you said “ I hate you william Hargrove” you meant it, other arguments you say it but he knew ya didn’t mean it this one hit him hard. When he finally got home, he broke down crying. Max was so scared she came to him, asking if he was dying. She’s seen her brother broken but to cry this hard broke even her. After a month of the argument, billy was not the same, he went quite even snapping at his friends and slowly starting to distance himself from everyone. You noticed and thought that he finally found a girl and was keeping her secret. You being a master over thinker, the thought drove you crazy so much so you went to him in rage. But when he saw you, he never moved so quickly to hold you, as you yelled and beat at his chest. He felt a calm come over him and he held you tighter, you kinda calmed down not expecting this from him. “ billy” the way he looked up broke you. you pushed back, backing away “ no,no” he reached out gently around your face, kissed you deeply, you felt the tension and anger, rage, sadness in this kiss and like every single “break up” you kissed back returning it, you ran your fingers through his hair as he brought you closer. You pulled back as you both breathed heavy. Looking into each other’s eyes. You felt your body just become tired and angry, heavy tears ran down your face. He pulled you closer into his chest. You sobbed “ I hate you” he only held you tighter “ forgive me y/n, forgive me please” you never heard him beg even when he’s father held broke bottles to his throat he didn’t beg but this was a beg to live and not be alone “ y/n please, stay with me” you felt his chest rumble and shoulders shake “ I’ll be better y/n please “ you look up seeing the blue eyes you loved ooo so much pooled with tears and filled pain “ y/n pl-“ you cut his off, being inches from his face cupping his cheeks and crying too.” Ooo shut up” you sighed “ why do we do this “ he felt his chest become tight and his skin go cold, he knew the real reason but never said it out loud. You look at him “ why billy, why” he moves your hands with his having you lean on his chest. “ we fear being alone” you felt you heart ache, he was right. He was always right. You lean ur head kissing his jaw moving your arm over his shoulder. “But do you love me “ without hesitation he spoke

“ yes, I adore you “ you turn looking into his eyes searching for a lie but found nothing. He looks up “ do you love me “ you smile lightly “ yes”. Let’s just say the next morning you woke up in his bed, both naked intertwined with each other and in love.

dream x reader

(Request @abovenyx :in which dream has a hid the reader from the whole of dream smp since he was scared that him doing his shenanigans will put the reader and the baby on the way so every day he would leave early morning to dream smp trying his best to hide his family from everyone but one day he doesn't return for months so reader gets worried and tries to find him and starts heading towards the smp when she reaches the smp she asks around ppl about dream and ends up at the doorstep of the prison as usual Sam ask who she is and why she is there the reader tells him that she is looking for dream and she is his wife since dream had escaped the prison sam thought he could hand her to Quackity and use her as leverage against dream.)

You sigh picking up a couple clothes and lean on the wall trying not to fall, six months along and you can barely even bend over without loosing your balance. You loved your husband dearly but sometimes it was frustrating bc you’ve both been married for years you knew his two friends but apparently you couldn’t meet anybody else even leave the house bc apparently your husband start a whole war with a nation, now in fear of you killed or hurt even getting the baby hurt, your in house miles from Civilization. You hear the door close and wait until you hear your husband’s call out “ y/n” you smile turning the corner then freeze stepping back seeing two men behind him “ who are they “ dream smiles “ don’t worry baby their on our side” you don’t step very close just only nodding at the men “ dream a word please “ he follows you to the room” you sigh sitting down “ I want to go out my love “ he comes closer getting on his knees and cups your cheek gently, placing small kisses on your lips “ you know why you can’t leave my love why even ask “ your eyes water and he hugs you “ no,no,no my love don’t cry please. I promise I’m working to get this all fix. Those men down there are going to help me end this all please just be patient” he kisses you again “ I’m leaving tomorrow morning my love will you be okay “ you give him a sad nod and he picks you up gently kissing your womb “ I promise things will get better” you never doubted your husband not once but after a month of him not coming home, you feared the worse, you knew you shouldn’t leave the house but you needed to know your husband was okay. You left that afternoon with only a couple things in your bag and on a horse. Now seven months along,you ride through the woods coming up to a destroyed sign and burned homes, it looked awful you fear their be no life until you hear a voice “ well hello there” you turn looking at a man in a suit and beanie, he held a wicked grin and the scar that rested on his left eye, you felt a cold feeling run down your spin completely just staring at the figure “ do you speak or no” he said with a bit of anger in his tone, you blink and hum “ sorry,sorry. I’m looking for my husband” the man raises his eyebrow and lights a cigar, you back up with the horse. He chuckles taking a puff “ don’t be shy, I don’t bite.” you hum trying to just leave him but you needed help “ so what does your hubby look like,does he got a name” you look around “ yes, dream is his name. He said he was apart of this nation” you look back feeling nothing but fear, the look that was on this man face was enough to make you want to throw up out of fear, his grin was devilish, his eyes black as hell, seeing how close he got scared you. “ actually you know what love, I think I might know who your talking about come with me. Everything in you said run but out of poor judgment and wanting to just see your husband you followed like a little duckling. He went a got on a horse and he smiled at you Trotting off as you followed behind, you went through many places just pure destruction and despair. It is as if the devil himself laid his hand on this nation. You get to a clearing where a huge black stone building sat, you stopped looking up “ what is this plac..” before you can stay anything, he puts a rag over your mouth and you pass out into his arms.

He smiles evilly and walks through the doors carrying you “ Sam” the tall 7,4 creature turns looking at him confused “ quackity who is that” he laughs “ take a guess “ the creature bends down “ I’m not sure but she’s with child, why do you have her” he gets closer to Sam “ dream never told us hr had a wife” Sam eyes widen as he looks down at your “ quackity wait no, even if he is her..” quackity puts his fingers on Sam lips “ shhh shh, I’m not gonna hurt her, guess what he’ll give us if we have here” Sam looks down at you “ the book” quabkity jumps up “ BINGO HAHA” he smiles carrying you towards the door “ let’s show him, shall we” Sam gets up typing in codes and unlocking doors, his keys jiggle down the hallways as the finally reach the lava. Quackity looks over at Sam who flips the switch the lava starts to raise, you feel yourself coming to and groan at the pain in ur head. “ ooo your up” he puts you in cuffs and pulls a chair over sitting you down. He pulls out a knife “ a single move and baby gets it” you gulp feeling your eyes water confused, you look up seeing the lava. Quackity moves the chair forward more “ dream look who came to visit” you look over seeing your husband in a orange jump suit, he makes eye contact with you “Y/N NO, QUACKITY I SWEAR ANYTHING HAPPENS TO HER” quackity goes into a laughing fit “ look at his face omg, I’ve never seen him so worried” he bends down moving his hand over your stomach “ ooo dream how many months is she” you look to your husband, quackity shows dream the knife, dream yells “ okay okay okay what do you want please don’t hurt her, what I did has nothing to do with her, she never knew anything” quackity looks to sam, the lava falls again and dream screams “ QUACKITY WAIT, NO WAIT” he smiles at you putting the knife away “now let’s get you somewhere comfortable, I’m sorry I normally don’t treat guess like this” he takes you out the prison, leading you to the portal. You cry lightly as he sits you at a table with food, you knew you had to eat for the baby sake but you felt so lost and hurt. Two days into staying there it all was okay until, he stormed in red faced and everything, grabbing your hair “ y/n, your husband is starting to become a real real problem for me” you cry gripping his wrist as he drags you across the floor, Sam come up “ quackity this is to far” quackity pulls out his sword “ speak on my actions again and this is going in ur chest” Sam looks away as you cry out, he gets through the door and you see ur husband with the two men from before his eyes are dark as he looks to quackity. Quackity brings you close bring the knife to your womb “ come dream “ dream grips his sword looking to you and sighs dropping his sword, quackity laughs evilly “ now come here” you bring your hands between your stomach and the blade, you glance seeing his unfocused. You bite his hand as he move the sword it cuts your hands you jump forward being caught by dream, you sigh in relief when the other to men go at quackit, dream turns quickly moving to his horse with you riding off, you cry lightly hiding in his neck, he finally slows down and kisses your head rubbing your back” forgive me my love” he lifts your bleeding hands gently wrapping them in a loose rag, the way back is quite besides him trying to calm your nerves. When you both get home he does everything in his power to calm you down and help you. He kisses your lips gently covering you with the blanket, he moves to get up but you grab his sleeve “ please stay” you sniff looking up at him, he nah smiles crawl king into bed moving his hand over your stomach, kissing you deeply and hums “ better” you only nod as you both fall fast asleep.

Gentle

I lay on his chest breathing heavily and cry into his shirt, he rests his arm on my back keeping me close. Gently moving his fingers over my side. His lips gently kiss my shoulder as I sob and shake. He kisses my head rubbing my side and back gently whispering sweet words that made me cry more not out of sadness but out of pity. I don’t deserve this. I never deserved this. He brings me closer and rubs my wet cheeks as he kisses my forehead, he holds me as if I’m young again. My mind drifts to memories I wish I never had. I sit in a corner of a somewhat empty room crying alone as my world falls apart, I was so little and alone. He pulls me from my thoughts holding me tighter, I feel his chest and arms shake. I feel the wet drops on my head,it’s as if he can feel my pain as if he went into my mind too. As if he sat next to me and cried. He chokes out a sob while I continue to cry into his chest. My sob become more pained. I’m hurting him, I’m hurting him. I grip his shirt and mumble his name begging him to not cry, this pain is my own, they hurt me not him. He saved me. The nights I laid in bed wishing hoping for my death, the dark hole that I laid in. He reach in pulling me out, I still hate myself and life but he makes it all bare able. To feel his body shake as if he’s in pain scares me, i look up at him to see his beautiful eyes glossy, his brows rest downwards and his forehead wrinkles slightly as his sobs rack his body, he speaks lowly. Telling me that he wanted to save me and take this pain away, his grip became desperate as if letting me go would end his life or I would fade away, he was scared. I told him I wanted to die, i told him I’m in pain constantly, i told him I feel dead inside, I’m not me. Theses words broke him to his core, he rubs his fingers through my hair pulling me closer begging me to hang on and that he would help. I feel my head start to pound as he keeps me close,he cries more not caring about how he sounds or looks. This beautiful man sits before me letting the pain for his beloved flood out. He wanted to scream. He loved me and only me.He places soft kisses on my head and face, he moves to my lip kissing me in a way that couldn’t be Described as hunger or lust or passion. It was a kiss of promise, he was my angel sent from heaven, he was meant to be in my life, he was willing to die just to make sure i woke up the next morning. just to make sure i didn’t look in the mirror and hate myself. Just to make sure i didn’t think of constant death. He pulls away breathing lightly, his tears hit my cheeks running down them chasing my own, even tho his eyes were slightly red and his cheeks were slight red, he still gave me a smile. The very smile that made me think maybe life wasn’t so pointless, maybe I do deserve love or a friend. He’s soft gentle hands rub my cheekbones taking my tears with them. His eyes look into my soul, no words or writing could explain the look in his eyes. It wasn’t possessive or desire or need. It was a plead or promise. He had this power to speak without even opening his mouth, he was true to his words even if the words weren’t on his tongue or fell from his lips. His actions were so loud like when he bring me a flower or gazes at me. He is selfless and beautiful no other person could describe him in a way I could, no scientific facts or author or song writer. Not even ancient Scholars could predict or summon a man like him. I rest my forehead on his closing my eyes but hold him tight as if he would slip away. He leans back resting me on his chest as he gently rubs my back. He whispers a sweet “I love you” before I’m consumed by sleep.

Life runs us all down

He sits by the large window in our main room, he slouches in the expensive red velvet chair, his shirt is a little unbuttoned and he puffs on a cigar and holds a small glass of whiskey in his other hand the smoke flows smoothly out the large window. He insisted having a huge window. He could see all of las Nevada. You smile kicking off your heels and take your jacket off, you move my hand over the leather and rest between his legs. A small smirk comes onto his lips “ there you are my love “ his voice is low and thick, he’s drunk for sure. I look up at him and giggle moving closer cupping his cheek and kiss his scar, he hated his scar but I loved it. He was beautiful in my eyes, every scar, blemish made him perfect. His Scarred knuckles showed his labor for his new nation, it showed his sacrifices for a nation that burned and betrayed him. His chest showed more scars but he hated them so he got tattoos to cover some which I begged him not to. They showed his story, they showed his courage and willingness. One scar I genuinely hated is the one that rest on his neck it’s little and hidden by his mullet but when he was Vice President to jschlatt, jschlatt got drunk and was angry at one of quackity mistakes. He lashed out throwing a bottle that shattered the glass hit his neck. That night I never cried so hard, my husband laid in my lap with a thick bandages on his neck. He gave me his beautiful white smile telling me not to worry. I begged him to leave it all but now I sit before him as his body is covered in passed mistakes but no matter what he was still the same man I married. I smile seeing him looking so relaxed. It’s been weeks since he’s actually relaxed. He looks down and brings his hand up. I feel his rings rub my cheek. I giggle taking the glass out his hand and put the cigar out, he smiled childishly up at me and giggled which warmed my heart he never giggled unless he was drunk, I gently move up unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, I gently pull his red tie over his head gently pull his shirt over his head. He whined slightly slurring his words “ no baby” I smile “ let’s get you cleaned up love “ he stopped whining and just let me undress him, I pull the rings gently off his fingers and smile at him as I put his arm over my shoulder and lead him to the tub as he sits on the side I fill it. Then pull at his beanie and letting his long hair fall onto his shoulders, I cup his cheek kissing him gently. “ your so beautiful my love “ a blush takes over his face as he looks up. I gently lift his leg and set it in the tub as he sighs in the cutest way possible. He sinks into the warm water. I smile and giggle resting by the side of the tub, I go to the shower pulling his products out, I gently pour water over his head. By the tub their is another window is row like a gambling chip and has his signature smile on it pass the smile you could see the sun set. Looking down you see the sun hug the side of his face, his scar looked magic, I could see his gold tooth slightly reflect. I cup my hand pouring the shampoo into my hand and gently message his scalp. He breaths deeply and closes his eyes. I rinse his hair getting the rest of the products out and get a towel. He has sobered up more so he steps out and wraps his waist in the towel and kisses my cheek mumbling a small I love you before disappearing into the closet. I smile changing and go to get him food. Once I return, he’s on the bed laid out in shorts and a tee. His beanie on the dresser and he’s staring at the ceiling. I smile getting closer, I sit on the bed and gently place my hand on his chest. He looks at me and smiles and hums “ thank you” I run my fingers through his damp hair and giggle lightly “ for what my love “ he only mumbles pulling me into bed “ everything my love”

You moving slightly only to meet ghosts ribs with the bridge of your nose smelling his body wash as soap chin rested on your back,you hum and move your hand over his body fingertips moving over his firm built, feeling him flex as he looks over. You open an eye and smile seeing him Leaning against the headboard with whatever book in hand. He gently brought his hand down to stroke your cheek and smiles “ sleep well” you smile nodding and turn your head to see soap still sleeping soundly. You turn having his head rest on your chest, ghost places his book down turning to wrap his arms around you and soap pulling you both close as his lips connected with your neck he groans moving his hand to your breast moving his fingers lightly. You giggled leaning your head back “ needy this early” his crystal orbs move to your face just filled with admiration, soap lightly moves signaling he’s awake opening his eyes he smiles seeing ghost and you . He moves up smirking as he kisses the other side of his neck. You playfully groan “not you too” they both chuckle. Soap Intertwines our fingers as his lips linger on your bare shoulder, ghosts hand moves to your stomach gently moving his thumb in circles as he kisses your jaw moving towards the side of your face near your ear playfully leaving wet kisses along your face as you feel soap kisses turn nippy, you only sigh as your body becomes jello under them both. Ghost moves to remove your shirt, revealing your breast as soap moves your shorts, you only hum with their movements most are Hesitant as they are looking for your objection but only meet with consenting eyes and noises. The movement’s weren’t sexual or rushing just two men who loved their women deeply. Ghosts moves lower bring his lips to you breasts as soap does the same each man doing their own thing, it was passionate kisses and sloppy nips as each of their hands moved down your body, ghost cupping your butt as soap cupped your breast, both moving slowly as ghosts hand Continued to wonder your body soon soaps hand did the same, ghost gently moved your leg up as he moved down kissing your ribs lazily moving his tongue over your stomach kissing/nipping your bare hip seeing the scars and bruises moving to your thighs gently leaving sloppy kisses, soap moved up to your lips fingers running through your hair as he kissed your lips. Humming into your mouth as you wrapped an arm around him, the bed shifted next to you as ghost moved back up, nearing both your faces. As you pulled away turning to meet ghosts lips as soaps hand held ur jaw trying to move ya back possessively. Times like this made them wish they never choose to share you, each man feeling jealousy rise only to see the love the other holds for you. You hum into ghosts lips as your face moves back to soap, their eyes meet both dark primal like. You look between them and smile seeing how greedy both are “ ooo guys come on play nice” they hum as soap kisses ya again, ghost grabs his loose hair moving his forward moving over you to kiss soap roughly slightly pinning him to the other side as ghosts chests hovers over you, you bite your lip and smile, something about them being intimate always made your gut bubble. Their own chemistry was so fascinating to you, both men of equal strength brought together just by little you still amazed you. You smile moving to kiss ghosts neck as he still hungrily kissed soap, ghost only did this when he felt like soap forgot his place or when he missed him, everyone knew ghost was the dom nobody dared challenged him,not even you. His presence alone made ya a dumb bimbo for him, from his words to just him. You and soap would gladly admit to being wiped for him. He knew it too seeing how he would grab your throat if you were being bratty and grabbing the back of soaps neck. It was his form of warning to us both. You glance over seeing soaps face become completely red as his brows knitted together, his submission to ghost made him so cute to you, ghost pulled away as they both breathed heavily. You playfully kiss the side of soaps mouth.

Ghost eyes are soft but yet so dark as he watches your action. “ fuck off doll” you giggle moving to sit up, soap rests his arm over his eyes as you still see big chest rise and fall rapidly catching his breath, you move on top of him as his hand moved over your bare back, ghost leans over kissing your back nipping your should as he cups your butt. Gently grabbing and feeling how it fills his hands. Ghost was an ass guy and soap a boob guy. Ghost lays by soap as your head rests on soaps chest and smile at ghost, he pulls the blanket up cover you both and hums an I love you as you three enjoy the sun heat and calmness in the room.

I’m getting tired of this life

He looks down in such a sad way as if the words hurt him but a little smirk remained at the corner of his lips and I felt my heart just ache to see his smile and his red eyes to become bright and beautiful. He moves his hand to my cheek in such a loving way I can’t help but let a soft sigh leave my body.he rubs his thumb over my cheek and a low chuckle erupts from his chest and his low voice says * you’re beautiful *i look up at him and kiss him lightly and run my fingers through his long pink hair and his beautiful red eyes stare back at me. I feel my heart jump and my chest warms up. I love this man and I want to keep him forever and ever.i move closer to him and kiss him more and he wraps his arms around me and lays me down with him. I lay over him and mumble “I love you” I kiss him again and cry lightly “please keep me please”he kisses me holding me closer kissing my neck lightly so lovingly I melt in his arms and under his soft lips and close my eyes and I just listen to his breath and the bed beneath us and just clear my mind. He moves his hands down my back and mumble in his deep smooth voice * my babygirl * the words flow through my ears to my brain and sinks in deep causing me to smile and melt. His words are like a rose they can be beautiful and alive and red but then the thorns prick my heart causing it to bleed but not to the point of death to the point of nearing death. Only for his red ruby eyes to put a bandaid over the little hole and to make me want him even more. I don't know if he knows the control he has over me. I'm a slave to his voice. He could so easily tell me to do whatever and I would do it willingly.i turn to him and beg in the sweetest of voices to hear my name come through his lips. He gives me a smile that could so easily shatter my mind. He leans up and looks me in the eyes and in a soft yet dark whisper “y/n” my heart just stops and I close my eyes and my brain takes his words and imprints them into my mind. I lay my head on his chest and hold his large hand and look at his nails and his skin studying it as if I'll never see it again and move it to my lips and kiss it so soft as if I'm kissing glass and might cut my lip and I hear a deep grunt and look up to meet his eyes. He gives me a smile that could charm anyone and he asks what I'm doing and I just look up like a lost child and say nothing fearing if I did he disappear right from under me. My eyes wonder his chest seeing every scar every cruel thing that this world has done to my beloved. I look to his face seeing more scars. I want to reach out and touch them and show him not everything is evil. I just go blank and feel myself fading. Only thing I feel is his hand on my back and my back is imprinting his touch in a panic to save everything.he moves me up and I follow so I'm at the edge of the bed between his legs and I look up at him and his hands move over a slight fear of death and longing comes over me. His hair moves with his form and over his shoulder near his eyes and I can see the red of his eyes cut through his beautiful pink hair as if they long to be as beautiful as his hair. I feel as if I'm kneeling before a Greek god. His light pink skin and his form is large and his bones are strong. He Could be a Greek god. His hands move over my head and my shoulders and neck. I hold my breath and look up as if I'm under his mercy and close my eyes when his thumb moves over my lips In a soft way and I relax “You're so cute” his voice makes me smile and I move and rest my cheek into his palm. I giggle lightly “only for u” i look up at his chest and see the scars and move my hand up slowly and trace the scars with my finger and hum lightly and he looks at my fingers then my face “you like them” I nod and smile “their beautiful beloved “ I see his eyes become softer as if my words brought him back to reality. I look up feelings my heart ache. My head spins as the voices scream. “He doesn’t deserve this” “ they don’t deserve him “ “ protect him “ “ love him” I feel myself becoming overwhelmed.

I hold his hands close resting my chest on his knees as I kneel before him. He feels me shake. leaning forward he kisses my head and hums. “ what are they telling you my love “ I look up with tears “ t...t..t...they want you to be protected and loved “ his thumb moves over my face gently. I look up and hum “ I love you “ he kisses me softly “I love you more “ he lingers on my lips as if letting go will cause me to fade from his hands. I grip his hands and he rest his forehead on my shoulder. “ I promise I’ll protect you “ i gently run my fingers through his hair and kiss his shoulder and hum a Tune an old tune only he would understand. I feel him relax. The voice start to cry for him. “ protect him “ “ kill for him “ “ he all we have SAVE HIM “ I shake and hold him closer.