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yxami · 6 months

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happy nut or not November day 9

desc: yandere puppyboy x gn reader, mentions of nsfw, obsession, marking, breeding, stalking, obsession, perverted habits, I dunno what else

Golden retriever boyfriend who perks up at any chance to please you, loving every-time you run your fingers through his hair, you’ve accustomed yourself to rotting in bed after work so you could cuddle with him all night.

He’s always whipping something up in the kitchen when you get home so you’re happy and full. He always has it written down on the whiteboard magnetically held on your fridge.

If you recall correctly you think it might’ve been a soup of some sort, he was always switching it up every week so nothing was ever repeated unless you liked it and asked for it again. Today was a special occasion since you were bringing a friend over but that was a surprise for him.

“Hey, welcome home!” He happily says, tail wagging as he sees you stepping inside the apartment, he’s about to run up and hug you until he sees a figure behind you. He already doesn’t like the look of this.

“Hey babe, I’ve told you about Erin right?” You introduce your coworker, letting him pop up beside you as you scoot to the left. “He’s over for dinner!” You smile, but it doesn’t help with his boiling jealousy at all.

“Maybe.. I don’t remember” He brushed off your coworkers presence and goes off to the kitchen, making you miss out on his daily affection when around this time.

“He seems nice!” Your coworker laughs awkwardly, wondering if you also picked up on the switch after seeing him.

“Yeah, he is”

As you and your coworker sit on the couch chatting your boyfriend is left grumbling to himself about this stupid visitor, and how he was ruining everything just by being here.

He was never this salty but the fact that someone was invading his territory, his own house, is bewildering to him. You didn’t even ask him if it was okay to bring someone over.

He sulks with his tail and ears low while stirring the tomato soup he made. He brings the bowls to the dinner table and calls you over, failing to have enough care in the world to address your friend as well.

“It’s really good! Did you add anything new this time?” You grin, dipping a quarter of your bread into your tomato soup before chewing then gulping it down.

“Yeah, some new seasonings” He mumbled unenthusiastically as he plays with his food, uselessly moving his spoon in the tomato soup he served himself.

His mood only sours further when he hears the wretched voice of your coworker trying to pipe in about how savory his cooking was. It only made him growl more under his breath.

Yandere puppy boy that cleans up after the two of you finish and wonders if your coworker is going to leave yet, dinner was over so what purpose did that guy have left to be here?

He’s so tempted to bite and punch him until he leaves but he knows he has to behave.

He’s so ecstatic when the idiot finally leaves and goes to his own home, where he should’ve had his dinner in the first place instead of interrupting the romantic dinner he could’ve had with you!

Yandere puppy boy that not only has jealousy problems but attachment issues specifically during his heat. He honestly can’t help it when he raids your underwear drawer looking for his favorite pair as soon as he starts feeling heat rise throughout his body.

It’s just so calming whenever he’s able to have your underwear with him as he pumps his cock with it until you finally come home.

He’s so needy that he’ll tear your clothes off so it’s easier, he can just buy you new work pants tomorrow anyways. He’s been meaning to buy you a new pair!

He can even make it up to you as he bends you over the couch armrest, lining up the head of his cock right against your hole before pushing slowly inside of you.

He gives you about 5 seconds to get used to his cock before he’s moving his hips, going at a slow pace at first. He loves how you already writhe at his touch when he runs his hands down your sides before using your hips as a handle.

He’s never usually this in control but during his heat he can’t help but want to provide everything for you. Especially when he can fuck these cute little moans out of you.

Yandere puppy boy that marks you with kisses and nips at your neck after bringing you close, turning those nibbles into love bites until he’s needily lapping at your skin. He knows you prefer when it’s not in obvious places but he can’t help but want to show people that you’re already taken.

His cock bumps up against a sensitive spot inside of you so many times while his balls slap against your squeezed thighs and your legs feel like jello even with the armrest that you used for support.

He’s bullying your sensitive hole with his fat cock making the regular skin slapping sound until you’re cumming around it, still getting fucked while a plap plap plap sound echos through the room. You dig your nails into the couch’s skin while you pant and hear his moans.

He pays no mind to the sounds unlike you, grunting as he continues his feverish thrusts into you, you just feel too good to stop now. Especially when you keep tightening against him like you want to suffocate his cock with your insides.

He’s able to handle another minute of being inside of you until his vision blurs as he reaches his high, spilling his seed inside of you as he blabbers about how much he loves you, tail wagging at speeds you only see during times like these.

Yandere puppyboy who’s so love sick he’ll run over during his break to your workplace to see what you’re doing. He won’t exactly directly visit but he’ll try to see what’s going on from the doors of your workplace.

He’s always been too nervous to come in without an excuse since you’d probably send him back to work. So he usually settles with the peeping at your office window until his breaks over.

And if he has an excuse it’s food related, bringing you lunch that you might’ve forgotten or just giving you more since he wanted to see how cute you looked focused on your work before noticing him.

Yandere puppy boy who’s just too obsessed with you <3

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revasserium · 7 months

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Okay okay hear me out Rain: reader watching Sanji cook, just sitting, waiting, maybe reading a book but catching glances at him every so often and he knows they're looking at him and just smiles....sorry I love that man

accidentally in love

opla!sanji; 2,569 words; fluff, banter so much banter, flirting, flustered!sanji, whipped!sanji, no "y/n", confessions, "sweetheart", fem!reader, straw hat"!reader

summary: in which sanji is trying to cook dinner but you're very, very distracting. or, sanji finally meets his match.

a/n: i know i said i might not write for anyone other than zoro but i lied. i guess i'm a sanji bitch now too. fuck.

Sanji’s always liked to say that he can cook anywhere, anytime, given that he’s got something that resembles heat and a smattering of ingredients — like any great artist, he knows how to make do. But, he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy this — the quiet of a ship’s kitchen, the gentle sway of the ocean, the simmer and pop of fat on a pan, the soft bubbling of boiling water — and you.

You, perched on the counter with your legs hanging off the side, hair piled up and pinned with a chopstick, a book in your hands or on your lap, the early afternoon sun spilling in to caress your skin like so many loving fingers. Sometimes, he’ll glance over while chopping onions or mincing garlic to catch a glimpse of you, and he’d find himself stilling, his fingers slowing, his breath suspended in his chest, caught like an insect in amber: held weightless and perfect.

“You’re staring,” you say, flipping a page without looking up, a smile twitching at your lips.

“Yeah, I know. I’ve found that admiring beautiful things helps me in my creative process,” he says, his grin going lopsided as he lowers his eyes to the ingredients on the cutting board — tiny, plump cherry tomatoes ripe to bursting. He resumes slicing each in half with swift, decisive cuts and relishes in the sound of your laughter.

“Careful with that mouth of yours — someone might accidentally fall in love with you,” you flip another page.

Sanji slides the cut tomatoes into a bowl and wipes a hand on the towel slung over his shoulder.

“Accidentally? C’mon, you gotta gimme some more credit. But if anyone’s fallin’ in love, it’s gonna be with you.”

Another page. Sanji plucks a few zucchini from a large bag and starts to julienne them into thin strips.

“What are you making?” you ask, finally setting the book down in favor of peering at all the ingredients he’s got laid out. He quirks an eyebrow, glancing up.

“What, finished with that book already?”

“Nope — just found something more interesting to look at, that’s all.”

Sanji blushes.

Let it never be said that Vinsmoke Sanji can’t take as good as he gives but by all the gods and monsters and sea kings — you’re a damn good flirt. Almost as good as he is, he used to think. Now, as he covers up his rapidly darkening cheeks with a chuckle, turning away to grab a potato for skinning, he wonders if you might just be better.

“You never answered my question, y’know.”

He looks up again, his tongue feeling strangely swollen and uncoordinated in his mouth. You’re grinning at him, your legs still swinging, but in the few seconds he’d looked away, you’ve inched closer, your outer thigh now almost pressing against the edge of his cutting board.

The first time he’d found you perched up on his long work table with a book in your lap, he’d blinked, crossed his arms, and debated on asking what on earth you thought you were doing. Chefs generally do not take kindly to their prep spaces being treated like free real estate for sitting, but he’d never been able to say no to a beautiful woman, now has he? And least of all you.

“Thought you could use the company,” was your answer to his then-unasked question. He’d laughed, nodded, and gotten on with his breakfast prep. But that was months ago and since then, it’s become something of a habit; a ritual, almost.

“What question was that? I was —” he asks, clearing his throat, his fingers almost slipping on the freshly peeled potato, “distracted by your —”

“What are you making?”

“Oh —” Sanji returns his gaze to the cutting board, now acutely aware of the smell of your skin, creamy and warm. He swallows, trying to focus on slicing the potato.

“Just a cherry tomato and zucchini noodle pasta — not often that we get such fresh produce. But Luffy’d asked if I can make chips from scratch the other day so that’s what this bad boy’s for,” he says, holding up half the potato.

“You sure one potato’s gonna be enough?” you shift your leg to cross one above the other, and Sanji has to swallow passed the thickness building up in the back of his throat at the sight of your soft, smooth thighs.

“Good point,” he says, laughing as he bends down to grab a few more.

You fall into a companionable silence, the quiet only punctuated by the tack-tack-tack of his knife on the cutting board and the occasionally shunk-thump of ingredients being swept into a metal prep bowl.

“You’re staring,” he says. And this time, it’s Sanji who grins, keeping his eyes fixed on the remainder of the herb mix he’s chopping up.

“Yeah, I know. I’m making a habit of admiring beautiful things. I’ve heard that it’s good for me.”

Heat bursts in Sanji’s chest as if he’d swallowed a shot of whiskey or gin or perhaps something even more potent. His head spins, but he steadies himself before letting out a soft, low whistle. He fights the urge to look up just to check if you’re as affected as he is.

“Keep talkin’ like that and falling in love with you’s not gonna be an accident.”

When he finally looks up to shoot you a flirty smile, he finds himself faltering as he meets your eyes.

“Who said I wanted it to be an accident?”

The knife in Sanji’s hand slips and he swears as it knicks the skin of his forefinger.

“Ah, shit —”

“Oops.” You have the decency to look sheepish as he shoots you a mildly reproachful look. But you shift your legs and tug open a drawer that had been tucked beneath where your knee had been, pulling out a small bandage.

“Come here,” you offer, reaching out as he stares at you for a second before moving forward to give you his hand. You gently wipe away the blood before pressing the bandage to the small cut, running a thumb over the edges to make sure it’s sealed.

The air hangs between you like dust motes trapped in sunlight, like first snow caught in the silvery breaths of awestruck children.

“There,” you say, the word no more than a whisper. Your hands linger over his, his skin burning where you’d touched him. Shivers skitter down the length of his spine as he gulps in a breath of air that tastes faintly of fairytale endings and happily-ever-afters.

“Thanks.”

He doesn't pull away. Neither do you.

Like this, he can count every single lash that frames your doe-wide eyes. Like this, he can feel the static thrum of electricity threatening to jump from his body to yours, and all at once, he understands why lightning always tries to reach for the closest thing to its storm-ridden skies.

Perhaps it, too, yearns for closeness — for that infinitesimal moment of connection.

He wants to reach for you.

Your lips hover a kiss’s-breadth away.

An alarm goes off.

“Oh fuck —”

He jerks away from you, the world clanging rudely back into focus as he reaches for the lid of a large pot, his heart hammering something fierce inside his ribcage. He nearly burns himself on the thick fog of steam rising from inside the pot to reveal six flat-face crabs, freshly caught that morning.

Behind him, he hears the distinct sounds of you slipping from the long work table.

“Leaving already?” he asks as he turns back around with a stab at his usual light-hearted cheek.

You lick your lips, grinning, “I feel like I’ve caused enough damage for one dinner service. If I keep hanging around, you might lose a finger next.”

“Small price to pay for the company of a beautiful woman,” but there’s a gravel and grit to his voice that wasn’t there before, and he looks away first when this time your eyes catch. He tries to busy himself with prepping the pan sauce for the crabs.

“I’ll let Nami know that the next time she wants to peek in on you cooking.”

“Hey —”

You pause at the sound of his voice just as you reach the door. You turn.

Sanji’s expression flickers between caution and anticipation as he opens his mouth, his eyes somehow sharper and darker than they usually are.

“We’re not done talking about this.”

You cock your head, “About what?”

But there’s a smile teasing at the corner of your lips and Sanji lets out a good-humored sigh.

“Alright, go. Or else I might lose more than a finger.”

Like a heart, he thinks as you close the door behind you with a soft click.

Dinner is an appetizer of cold zucchini pasta followed by a warm, tangy tomato veloute. Then come the crabs — freshly steamed over a bed of risotto and served with a lemon and rosemary pan sauce so delicious it has even Zoro sighing with satisfaction.

“Wow, special occasion?” Nami asks, looking up as Sanji comes around with a tray full of cocktails, complete with blood orange slices garnishing the lip of each glass.

“Ain’t every day a special one with this crew?” he asks, winking at Nami as she takes her drink.

Everyone laughs, but as he sets down your drink, you notice a tiny note tucked beneath the base of your glass.

You take a sip of your drink, glancing down at the note. It has three simple words written in Sanji’s unmistakable, slanted handwriting:

Kitchen — after dinner.

You tuck the note away in your pocket with a secret grin, taking another long sip of the cold, refreshing drink.

The final course is a heaping pile of home-made potato chips with garlic and cheese dip, and Luffy wastes no time in shoveling half the batch into his mouth, crunching loudly over a series of vague, animalistic hums and grunts that all seem to denote happiness.

You finish your drink and slip away under the guise of going for another.

When you get to the kitchen, it's to find Sanji already cleaning up.

“Need a hand?” you ask, setting your empty glass on the counter before lightly hoisting yourself up onto it.

Sanji shakes his head, turning off the water and wiping down his hands. He pours you another drink from a large pitcher before setting it down and pursing his lips.

“This afternoon —”

“I meant what I said —” you say, cutting him off as you look away, eyes fixed on your knees as you swing your feet away from the table’s edge, “if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sanji clears his throat, reaching into his pocket to grab a cigarette and a lighter, if only to keep his hands busy. The thing in his chest that he’d been so convinced was his heart for most of his life now feels very much like a ticking time bomb. Or perhaps a hand grenade, with the pin held precariously between your teeth.

One word from you and —

“So? What about you?” you ask.

Sanji sucks in a long breath of smoke, holding it in his lungs before letting it out. The familiar sting grounds him as he looks at you and wonders if you know all the things he’d do for you. All the things he’s already done.

“Me?” he asks.

“Yeah — did you mean it?” And for the first time since he’s known you, you sound uncertain, “All… all those things you said? All the things you’ve been saying?”

He takes a few steps forward, finally allowing himself to breach the delicate circle of your personal space, his free hand coming to rest on the counter next to your thigh, his palm pressing flat to keep himself from going too far, too fast.

“Three guesses,” he says, letting his eyes flicker down to your lips and linger there, “You guess right… and there might be a prize involved, hm?”

A small, knowing grin spreads across your lips even as you quirk an eyebrow.

“Three guesses to a yes or no question? C’mon, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re losing your touch.”

Sanji leans in and you can almost taste the smoke on your tongue.

“But you do know better, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You suck in a breath, reaching up to tug the cigarette from his lips.

“Yes.”

You catch a flash of his smile a second before his lips find yours. He tastes of salt and tobacco and lemon-rosemary sauce.

“That’s one,” he says as the pair of you break apart. The cigarette lies forgotten on the counter.

Somehow, his hands have found their way to the bend of your waist, settling there as naturally as the tide might settle against its favorite stretch of forgotten beach.

You smile as you reach up to tug him closer, “Yes.”

Another kiss.

Sanji notes with a satisfied grin that your cheeks are just as flushed as his feels when he pulls away this time. He nods, trailing long fingers up your side, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek, the other pressing at the small of your back.

“That’s two.”

You nudge his nose with yours and he feels his hand-grenade heart leap into his throat.

“And…” you hum, letting your head lilt to one side as you ghost your lips over his, “Hm, lemme think about this one…”

Sanji rolls his eyes, tugging you forward by the back of your neck, crushing your mouth to his. It’s more insistent this time — the kiss, the breath, his fingers, your hands — more desperate and fumbling, fueled by the ever-growing heat bubbling at the base of his spine.

“Yes —” you hiss, panting as the pair of you pull apart, your pupils blown wide and dark in the dim kitchen light.

“And that’s all three,” he says, his smile going wide with warmth, “See? You’ve got it. Knew you’d get there.”

“Did you ever doubt?”

Sanji shrugs, taking half a step back to admire the sight of you, with kiss-swollen lips and heat-flushed skin. Perfect might not be strong enough a word.

“There was a moment here or there,” he says, to which you respond with a light shove to his shoulder as you hop off the table.

“Oh, I meant to ask you — what’s for dessert?”

Sanji laughs, “What? Did my garlic-cheddar chips not satisfy?”

“Really? Chips for dessert? And here I was hoping for something sweet.”

You make to leave the kitchen but Sanji reaches forward, pulling you back all too easily, spinning you around and pinning you against the door. His eyes are soft with mirth but as he leans down, you can’t help but shiver at the promise of something more lingering beneath the smoke of his breath.

“Well then, sweetheart, I think I’ve got my dessert picked out already now, don’t I?”

recs r technically closed, but... if you have an opla!sanji one... send it here.

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bimbobaggins69 · 7 months

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our lust increased, feeds desire.

modern steddie x only fans reader

summary: after getting a sponsorship from a very well known lingerie brand, you put on a little fashion show for the boys and things get spicy.

warnings: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, fem reader, no use of y/n, use of pet names, lingerie, overuse of the words hole and cock, food play, anal (m receiving), lots of butt stuff, steddie smut, voyeurism, female masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink, cum play, this is so filthy sorry not sorry.

authors note: (a welcome to the dungeon blurb) the pieces I describe in this fic are from moeflavor.com thank you to my love @xxhellfiregirlxx for the lingerie plug and being my lovely beta, along with @screammunson <3

wc: 3.7k (def not a blurb *eyeroll*)

You step out the shower, hand idly reaching for your black silk robe as a notification on your phone captures your attention.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You excitedly celebrate in the quiet, steamy bathroom.

You throw on your robe in an exhilarated rush, before slipping on your platform ugg slippers. You hear Eddie and Steve in the kitchen making breakfast, their sweet laughter puts an even bigger smile on your face as you quickly pad down the stairs and out the front door.

“Baby?” You hear Eddie call as you walk halfway down the driveway, to the mailbox.

You take the big bag of goodies into your arms before hastily slamming the aluminum door, and making your way back into the warmth of your house.

“Babe? What are you doing? We were gonna surprise you with breakfast in bed.” Steve beams as he walks closer to you in nothing but little black gym shorts, he examines the big white package you’re now holding like a baby in your arms.

Eddie walks in a second later, sweatpants sitting low on his hips as he pops a strawberry into his mouth before he too begins to examine the bag you're holding.

“Whatcha got there, angel?” The metalhead questions as he continues to chew on his fruit. Plump, swollen lips tinged with red that probably have more to do with the kisses he and Steve shared as they prepared a special breakfast for you.

“Well, about two weeks ago I was dm’d by this really well known lingerie brand and they wanted to do a sponsorship collaboration, so they sent me a bunch of free stuff and all I have to do is take pictures and post them on instagram or tik tok.” You excitedly ramble before walking into the kitchen to grab a knife, not wanting to mess up your recently manicured nails.

“What? So they just sent you a bunch of free shit for some pictures?” Eddie asks in bewilderment.

“Yeah, it’s called a sponsorship, and it's my first one!” You cheered as you slid the knife along the dingy white plastic.

“That's amazing, baby! We’re so proud of you.” Steve praised before planting a sloppy kiss to your now exposed collarbone, causing you to gasp in surprise.

“How bout you put a little show on for your boyfriends, huh? Try all that cute shit on and maybe we’ll help take it off.” Eddie purrs, before he dips another strawberry into the whipped cream that he’d sprayed over his pancakes. He takes an erotic bite of the berry, groaning at the taste as the juices trail down his chin, begging to be licked up.

You set the pieces that were sent to you on the leather chair that sat in the corner of your room as you, Steve and Eddie ate the breakfast they so kindly made for you. You all watched a movie in bed as the boys took turns feeding you and each other. Getting lost in your time spent sharing kisses, cuddles and stupid jokes.

You take a glance at the lingerie, quickly being reminded of the suggestion from your metalhead boyfriend. You eagerly slip out of bed as Eddie and Steve are in deep conversation about their holiday plans and how it goes every year but share the same sentiment that they’re grateful you’re now a part of it, you acknowledge them before the conversation moves to something about their jeep and how the oil needs a change before you all drive to hawkins for Thanksgiving dinner with Eddie and Steve’s families, the jitters of meeting their loved ones comes over you momentarily before you shut the door and begin removing your robe.

You slip on the first piece called ‘cyber succubus’; it’s a black latex looking set, the bra cups are triangular hardly covering much and the strap that connects the two is adorned with a buckle, the panties are tiny with a v shape in front showing off a sliver of your mound, the straps that hug your hips have the same tiny buckles on both sides and there's a chain tail connected to the back of the thong, a matching waist piece with more buckles sit on your mid section as the straps attached hang over your hips, you finish the look off with the matching horns and some black thigh highs.

You slowly open the bathroom door, the boys still chatting away as you lean up against the wooden frame before clearing your throat to capture their attention.

“Ho-ly fuck!” Eddie growls as his mouth falls open, making Steve’s head whip around in curiosity.

“Whoa.” Is all the pretty boy can mutter, you saunter into the bedroom giving your boyfriend’s a spin and a good view of your perfectly round ass.

“Whaddya think?” You ask them with a knowing smirk.

“Baby, fuck. You look- fuck.” Eddie stammers, as his eyes continue to roam over every detail of your body in the little piece of fabric.

“You look fucking insane, baby. Jesus.” Steve professes as his hand slides down to the growing bulge in his slutty little black shorts.

“C’mere sexy girl.” Eddie says, timidly waving you over as both boys keep their ogling eyes on you.

“Uh, uh. No touching until the end of the show…” You say, turning around and making your way to the bathroom with a devilish smile, you look back at both boys whose faces are filled with equal amounts of disappointment and lust before you divulge “I didn’t say you couldn’t touch each other.” You sing-song before giggling and slipping behind the door, quickly removing all of the straps from your body and letting the fabric hit the floor before you’re eagerly picking out the next piece to try on.

This one’s called ‘latex succubus nurse’ and it might actually make the boys keel over and die. Death by boner. You slip the top on, it’s black with red accents around the collar, your cleavage practically spills over as a buckle in the middle keeps them in place, a fake nurses badge is attached to the cup of your right tit. You yank on your black g-string that has two “o” rings on the back of each string a long with a bat wing; you pull the thong straps high over your hips before you slide on the tiny skirt, all black pleated latex with two red horizontal lines towards the bottom, two red hearts on each hip with a silver chain that dangles above the crotch, you roll the fishnet knee highs on before snapping on the black collar and black nurses hat. This one is so sexy on, the back covers absolutely nothing as the front exposes a good amount of your cunt in the black g string.

You take one last once over before you slowly pull the door open. You’re quickly met with low moans as you realize both boys have their bottoms off and thrown haphazardly on the floor, Eddie is stroking Steve’s hard cock while Steve is stroking Eddie’s, the boys rub each others tips in unison, smearing their precum over the shaft for better friction, as if they needed it with that big bottle of lube that sat open on the bedside table.

It took a second for them to notice you as they sat there lost in the pleasure of each other, before Steve saw you in his peripheral vision. His head quickly turned, chestnut hair flowing so beautifully with his movement, as his eyes widened and his moans grew louder, thus causing Eddie to look over too.

“Fuck baby.” Eddie groans as him and Steve pick up their pace at the sight of you.

“Naughty boys.” You purr as you crawl across the bed on all fours, moving closer to where they’re working each other's throbbing cocks. You lick and bite at your glossed lips before a moan slips from between them. “God, that’s so hot.” You pant as if you’re almost out of breath, seeing the boys being intimate with each other as you looked on was something you’d never get used to, it will always be your biggest weakness.

Your little idea of making the boys wait until after you finish trying on all the pieces, quickly becomes a thing of the past as your hand trails down between your thick, warm, plush thighs. They tighten around your forearm as your fingers harshly rub over the small fabric.

“C-can I please touch you now, baby?” Steve mewls. Such an obedient little boy when he wants to be.

“Yes, please.” You plead in desperation as you open your legs wider, the dark wet patch in the middle of your center now on full display.

Steve swiftly pulls your panties to the side as he runs his fingers through your folds, wetting the tips with your slick before he’s bringing them up to your clit and softly circling as he continues to twist his other hand on your shared boyfriend's cock.

“Oh, Jesus this is mm, so hot.” Eddie whimpers as his eyes are now trained on your dripping heat, where Steve’s fingers continue to orbit.

“You two keep playing together, I’ll be right back.” Eddie announces as he slips out of Steve’s grasp, leaving you two alone and way too horny to think straight.

You replace Eddie’s hand with yours, giving Steve’s rock hard shaft a few tugs before you reach for the lube, squirting a dollop on your palm before bringing it to his bright pink tip. Steve whines as his fingers slip inside of your entrance with ease.

“Is my baby a needy boy today? Hmm?” You pout as your grip gets tighter on him, causing him to hiss and his eyes to snap shut in pleasure.

“Mmhm. God, you look so fucking sexy.” He whimpers into your mouth before smashing his lips to yours in a greedy, spit filled kiss.

“You know what I want, baby boy?” You whisper into his mouth.

“What’s that, honey?” Steve whispers back

“I really wanna watch daddy fuck you.” You reveal, making him groan into the kisses he’s now placing on your cleavage.

“Is that really what you want, baby?” The pretty boy asks as his fingers continue to curl deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot and making your juices drool out and down his hand.

“Yes, fuck, I want to watch you two play.” You huff as Steve slips another finger into your drenched hole. “Can I work you open for daddy?” You ask sweetly, as your hand continues to twist on his smooth yet hard appendage.

“Shit, you’re such a filthy girl.” Steve says before he’s pushing you onto your back, your hand falls from his cock as he reaches for your throat, squeezing hard enough to cut off your air flow while his fingers start moving in and out of your pussy with purpose, hard and deep as the squelches ring out in your shared room.

“Ooh!” Is all you can say before you’re cumming and squirting all over Steve’s hand and forearm, as he kneels over you with a crazed yet undeniably lust filled gaze.

“That’s it, my dirty fucking girl! Always making a mess on me, huh?” Steve spits through clenched teeth.

“Whoa, what’d I miss?” The metalhead questions, his eyebrows raised high on his hidden forehead in curiosity as he holds a bottle of whipped cream and a bowl of fruit with the stems chopped off.

“Made our little slut squirt all over me.” Steve beams with a cocky smirk before slowly removing his fingers from your used and sopping cunt.

“Well damn.” Eddie scoffs as he places the fruit on the side table and tosses the whipped cream bottle on the bed.

“Go ahead and tell Eddie here what you told me, angel.” The honey eyed boy softly demands.

Eddie’s eyes are on you in an instant as he sits down at the foot of the bed, hand playing with your hair as you’re still sprawled out in the position Steve manhandled you in.

“Go ahead baby, tell me. Anything.” Eddie sweetly encourages.

“I wanna watch you fuck Steve.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, all the sex you had had together in the past few months and never have you been the one to sit back and watch. Not that you didn't want to, but your boyfriends did everything in their power to make you feel like you were now a part of their relationship, the last thing they’d ever want is for you to feel left out or pushed aside, so instead they opted for worshiping you together.

“You sure, sweetheart? We don’t want you to feel left out or anything.” The metalhead pointed out with a hesitant look while sweetly brushing your hair out of your face.

“Mhm, wanna stretch Stevie out for you first though.” You state with a devilish glint, before quickly sitting up and swinging your legs behind you, as you excitedly bounce your knees on the mattress.

“Fuck, you really were made for us, ya’ know that?” Eddie simpered, grabbing the nape of your neck and pulling you into an adoring kiss. His hands roam your body over your little nurses outfit before he was clawing at the fabric to get to what he really wanted, you completely naked and exposed for them.

After Eddie and Steve had removed your clothes and had you fully bare aside from the fishnet thigh highs Eddie protested against Steve touching, the metalhead manhandled your shared boyfriend into position; on all fours as his ass stuck up in the air, back arched as his left cheek laid flat against the mattress. Perfect plump bum and his pretty pink puckered hole just waiting to be devoured.

“Go ahead angel, take what you want.” Eddie chuckles as he lays a harsh slap to Steve's squirming ass.

You crawl on your knees, lining up behind him, your left hand fists the bed as your right comes up to rub at his bubbly cheeks, before you dip a finger between them making the pretty boy gasp and moan. Your ass was up in the air now too, giving Eddie the perfect view of your pretty little asshole as you brought your tongue to the writhing boys in front of you.

You lap at him with enthusiasm, so turned on from the prospect that you were getting his hole ready to be stretched and fucked by your other boyfriend.

“Fuck, I wish I had two cocks so I could fuck both of your pretty holes at the same time.” Eddie snorts at the image that crosses his mind at his words, as he strokes at his already hard and dripping cock.

You and Steve giggle at the metalhead before you plunge your tongue past Steve’s tight muscle, both of you groaning in unison. Steve’s purely out of pleasure and yours from the clean yet heady taste of him. The boy was always clean and ready for a good ass eating.

You continue to fuck the pretty boy with your tongue before dropping a glob of spit right into the little ‘o’ that had been worked open by your pink muscle. You rub it in with your thumb, spitting again before you're working your thumb into his ass slowly, his warm hole sucking you right in, to the second knuckle.

“Mmm.” You hear him moan into the sheets at the feeling of you moving your thumb in and out.

Finally, you slip it back out. Eyes memorized by the little gape you were able to achieve from just your small thumb. You get an idea and reach behind you for the whipped cream bottle Eddie so kindly brought up.

You shake it before removing the top. You can feel Eddie's eyes on you in interest as he slowly creeps up the side of the bed to get a better look at what you're about to do. His questions are answered when you spray the whipped cream right on Steve's yummy open hole, giggling when he jumps and gasps from the cold temperature.

“Oh fuck!” Eddie groans as he watches you bring your tongue to lap up the sweet cream.

You spray more before looking up at Eddie, puppy dog eyes on full display as you ask him if he wants a taste.

“Yes, please.” He groans again, his eyes rolling back before he’s leaning right beside you, licking up the whipped sweetness. “Yum.” The older boy hums with a proud smile on his face. You spray some more before Eddie stands up, grabbing a strawberry from the bowl that’s still sitting on the side table and dipping it into Steve's hole, pushing it in with his finger before Steve is pushing it back out. Eddie smiles, bringing the fruit up to your mouth; you open up and stick your tongue out, awaiting his offering as the juice that had been squeezed out by your younger boyfriend's tight hole drips down your chin, this time Eddie eagerly licks it up.

Once you've finally worked Steve open with a whole lot of lube and six fingers; three on each hand, scissoring and pulling him open little by little, he was finally ready to take Eddie’s rather thick length.

They had asked you what position you’d wanted to see them in, and of course you requested one of the first positions they’d fucked you in when you filmed your first only fans video together. Full nelson, minus the holding of Steve’s neck. You just wanted to see both boys facing you as Steve bounced on Eddie's cock all while the pretty boy’s hard throbbing cock flopped around freely. Fuck, it made you drenched just thinking about it.

Eddie made quick work laying out on the bed before Steve maneuvered himself on top of him, chest to back as the metalhead scooched up to land his tattooed body against the headboard. Steve’s feet planted on the bed as his ass hovered over Eddie’s awaiting cock.

The older boy's tip ever so lightly presses against Steve’s stretched hole before he slowly sinks down on him, making the metalhead groan in delight.

“Ah!” Steve moans out as he throws his head back in sweet bliss, god how he’s missed being fucked by his daddy. His head quickly snaps to where you’re seated on the leather chair as you watch with intent, fingers swirling over your little sensitive bud. Steve groans at the sight of you getting off to him being fucked, it’s almost too much when Eddie starts thrusting his hips up, instantly hitting his prostate making his eyes roll back in complete contentment.

“Fuck!” He mewls, as he starts matching Eddie’s thrusts, lifting himself up with his planted feet and sinking back down, his boyfriend continuously bullying his g spot while his cock flaps back and forth, hitting his stomach then lightly tapping against Eddie’s balls, his head is oozing with precum as it drips down his bright pink head and trickles down his veiny shaft.

You lick your lips at the thought of tasting him. Your fingers speed up as you begin to lose yourself to the bright white flash of pleasure, you throw your head back biting at your bottom lip in order to stay quiet so as to not interrupt them. Your orgasm seers through you like a volt of electricity. When you come to, you realize both boys have their eyes on you already fully aware that you’ve made yourself cum to their sweaty masculine bodies bumping together in pleasure.

“Good girl, mmm did daddy fucking our Stevie’s sweet hole do it for you? Hm?” Eddie growled as his hips sped up before he’s bringing a heavily ringed and tattooed hand to your shared boyfriend's leaking cock and giving him two good pumps.

Eddie maneuvers Steve’s body so his right arm is thrown over the long haired boy's shoulders with Steve’s shoulder blade pressed up against the metalhead's left pec, giving him the perfect view of the pretty boy's dick flopping about.

“Aw, look at our poor baby boy's needy cock just dripping, he needs you princess. Come make our boy feel even better.” Eddie beckons you over as he continues to thrust while simultaneously playing with Steve’s very hard appendage.

You crawl in between both boys’ spread legs before you’re taking Steve’s cock into your hand, Eddie quickly drops his before going back to Steve’s hip where he helps him bounce better on his cock, that’s so fucking close to exploding.

You take Steve into your mouth, slurping up all of his precum and groaning madly at the taste. You release him from your mouth with a loud pop.

“Mm, fuck his cock into my throat daddy.” You say sweetly before you take him back into your mouth and allow Eddie’s hips to snap, bringing Steve’s cock so much deeper down your throat.

“Oh, fuck!” Steve whimpers, bringing his hand that was used for leverage on the mattress, to your hair grabbing a handful before he’s pushing your head down even deeper, spit falls from the sides of your mouth and tears drip down your face as your throat gets railed, the whole thing makes you feel like you can cum completely untouched.

“I’m- fu- I-” Steve stammers as his seed shoots down your throat, you instantly swallow, milking him of every last drop before he’s gently pulling you off and bringing your lips to his in a filthy kiss as the remainder of cum left in your mouth gets swapped back and forth.

“Uh, I’m gonna fucking bust!” Eddie shouts as he watches you both share Steve’s seed. The display causes Eddie to grab tighter onto the pretty boys hips, bringing him down even harder, fucking himself with his boyfriends tight clenching hole.

Steve’s spent cock twitches as Eddie continues to overstimulate the younger boy's prostate, making Steve shake with moans that could rival yours any day.

“Fuck…” Eddie draws out before he’s cumming deep inside his boyfriend, filling him up to the brim as you watch the cum drip out and down the metalhead's red abused sack.

“Mmm, look at that.” You moan before dipping your finger into the mess and bringing it into your mouth.

The cum slut in you has yet to be satisfied as you now have a craving for the seed that continues to drip out of Steve, even more so now that he’s removed himself from Eddie’s lap, laying in exhaustion on the side of him.

“Need more.” You pout your lips towards them.

“Come on then dirty girl. Come get a taste.”

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pinkrelish · 7 months

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do you think once miss mouse and eddie were in an established relationship she’d bake cakes for his and adrie’s birthday every year?? i feel like she’d go full out for adrie like full on multi tiered princess cake and the first time she does it eddie and his baby just go absolutely feral in the best way possible

ps typ is my favourite slow burn EVER i love it withh all my heart ur so talented

today's my birthday so it seems fitting to answer this! wc: 496

morning dawns soft blue in a kitchen warmed by low lights, and orange coils. a kettle boils water too hot for a third cup of instant coffee, and cooked sugar enriched by vanilla bakes through the small apartment. suffocating heat from the oven on the early june day breaks sweat on your forehead as you re-whip the frosting you made an hour ago, plastic bowl in your arms still cold from the fridge. the yellow cake cooling on the rack simple, homemade. jack of all trades, master of none, it's nothing impressive, just something to tide adrie and neighborhood kids over until the big party on the weekend.

still, when your big snoring man shuffles in with a bedhead halo and plaid pajama pants with one drawstring longer than the other, his raw wonder catches the husky sleep deep in his throat—"aw, baby, what're you doin'?"

you shrug, too shy to admit how early you woke up to do this, suddenly embarrassed with your effort to make a good impression on his daughter's first birthday with you in her life. he had no clue what you had planned for her real cake, and already your cheeks went hot from the lovesick shine flooding his eyes, big softy about to cry while he scratched his stomach under his shirt.

"you're too much," he says in a shake of his head. too much on a thursday morning when her party comes saturday afternoon.

his bare feet scatter the balloons creeping across the carpeted floor, blown up by him late last night until he felt faint, and ready to be popped in the energetic rush of cake for breakfast. on his way to you, he passes the one wrapped gift of a latch hook rug kit beneath the happy birthday banner you hung crooked even with his help. it was a creativity driven present to keep her busy before she got her big girl bike in two days time. training wheels most definitely included.

any second now adrie would run through the streamers you both taped to the top of her door frame, so eddie made quick work of putting the frosting aside and smothering kisses atop your head, wielding his dad strength to hug you tight to his chest, steering you into a twirl by his hold on your wrists, rocking from foot to foot until your back was crushed to his front.

tucking his chin to mash his nose to your hair, his heavy hum vibrates through your skull as he surveys the usual munson fare mingling with your new traditions, slowing your bodies to a gentle sway until his sigh empties from his lungs. "you mean everything to us, you know that?"

"i know that," you answer so softly it was lost in the bubbling hiss from the kettle before he shut off the burner. "you're everything to me, too."

"thank you, baby."

"thank you, handsome." thank you for this moment, this family, this love.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #the yes policy #dad!eddie #eddie munson fluff #i tried to keep some details vague to avoid spoilers but this whole thing is basically a spoiler lmao #i'll probably turn this into a proper oneshot or blurb in the future

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mylovelies-docx · 7 months

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Sorry, I Love You - Part 11

Ooooof. Sorry for this. But I'm also double sorry for what comes after :)

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Angst, HYDRA experiments, blood, wounds, disturbing visions, mentions of death.

Word Count: 1,085

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[Prologue][Part 1][Part 2][Part 3][Part 4][Part 5][Part 6][Part 7][Part 8][Part 9][Part 10]

You stumble inside, gasping for breath.

The wound on your side needs immediate attention but you scramble around the abandoned home instead, blood and gunk oozing down and drip, drip, dripping onto the rotten wooden floors. You riffle through the drawers in the wobbly oak desk and come away with a blunt pencil before moving on to the bookshelves along the walls, dust covering the dry, cracked spines of the novels. You love books so much that you hate to even dog-ear your copies, but you proceed to rip out a few title pages and epigraphs, needing clean space to write.

You know there’s not enough time to both patch yourself up and write down your final words, so you can only hope that you’ll be cognizant enough to get down what you need to.

You clutch the papers and pencil in one hand and begin making your way to the small table and chair set off to the side of the kitchen. Pausing at the entryway, you use the other hand to apply pressure around the arrow jutting from just under your ribcage.

You hiss at the pain, looking down at your blood-covered fingers and noticing rivulets of bright blue that had been hidden within the hollow shaft of the arrow. You had noticed a hollow pop when you snapped the fletching off back in the woods. You were still clear-headed enough at the time to realize that the inside had a coating of blue liquid. There wasn’t enough of it on the ground to fill the shaft, so the rest of it must have already been injected into your body – the arrow must have been triggered to inoculate upon penetration.

You only had a limited amount of time to figure out what was going to happen to you, but knowing how HYDRA operates, you’ve decided to err on the side of caution and assume that death is imminent. Despite working at the facility for the past couple of months, you can’t determine what the blue liquid is. It could be any number of hallucinogens, anticoagulants, euthenasia agents, or something you hadn’t encountered yet.

You had run until you found this house, a good twenty miles from the facility and even further from your pre-determined evac point with Bucky in case shit hit the fan. Your pounding heart had only exacerbated your problems, increasing your blood loss and quickening the circulation of the substance through your bloodstream. You’d grown paranoid on your journey here, flinching at every sound and jumping at figures that seemed to leap at you from behind the trees. Darkness descended upon the forest and the shadows grew spindly fingers that seemed to snatch at your ankles.

You come back to yourself, standing under the archway only a few feet from your destination. You shake your head, clearing away the spiders that had started to spin webs between your eyelashes. Without them in the way, the shadows only grew bolder – whipping out and slashing you to ribbons. The sleeves that had been protecting your arms are torn to shreds, small welts and bloody cuts evident through the holes.

Focusing back on the task at hand, you finish hobbling over to the rusty metal table. You slam the writing materials on the bumpy surface, bending over to pick up the fallen chair. You settle yourself onto the moth-eaten cushion, the wooden posts against your back creaking in protest.

The shadows crawl over your shoulders and perch there, staring down at your hand as you try to write. The paper rotates under the pencil, turning your letters unintelligible. You hadn’t wanted to mar the letter with your blood, but you reluctantly pull the hand staunching the flow of warmth from your side and press it delicately to the top of the page, holding it in place.

As you write, tears pool along your lower lashes. The spiders titter happily, poking at the salty water and causing it to spill over onto your cheeks. The little creatures don’t appear interested in mopping up the liquid on your face with their little hairy bodies, because you see tear stains appear on the paper underneath you as the droplets collect on your chin and rain down.

You need to get this all out before you lose the one train of thought that still remains unscathed. The one topic inside your head that still makes sense, that you can still understand.

Well, one that you used to understand. Bucky had been the one constant in your life until he wasn’t. Until you ruined it. Your conversation that was supposed to fix everything today never happened. So everything left unsaid between you and Bucky will remain that way, unless you get these words down.

You’ll never know what Bucky was going to say, but at least he’ll be able to hear your side.

You can’t help but watch, fascinated, as lights begin to dance over your hand and the letter. Looking up, you can see that the entire table and wall opposite the window next to you also flicker brightly. The shapes dazzle your eyes, reflecting off the tears still gathering, and blind you intermittently as they bounce around.

You close your eyes against the lights wreaking havoc on your pupils, but the images that flash behind your eyelids are even more torturous.

It’s your life before Great Fuck-Up.

Bucky’s smiling face as he laughs at one of your sarcastic comments, his intent eyes and cocky smirk when he knew you were thinking about him, all the silly little moments you spent together that meant so much to you.

But then the images switch and you recognize immediately that you’re now in The After: the cold blue eyes, grimacing mouth, and the loneliness that came along with your confession. The anger and pain in Bucky’s voice when he turned you down, when he said he regretted the time spent with you.

You inhale shakily as a sob tries to make its way up your throat and past your molten lips. Your hands tremble uncontrollably and the pencil slips through your fingers and rolls, rolls, rolls across the neverending table until it disappears over the edge that hadn’t been there seconds ago. There’s nothing to do except look back down at the page.

There’s only a few lines written, but if this is all you can manage then it will just have to be good enough. Knowing that these are your last moments, you’re glad that you could at least get these words off your chest. You hope that these last few words will be a consolation. To Bucky, to Nat, and Steve, and Sam, and Wanda, and, and, and a million other people that you’re going to miss – that will miss you.

Thinking of all the people you’re leaving behind brings into sharp relief just how lonely you are. You’re stuck in a long abandoned home, freezing, bleeding out, and unable to call for help. Even during your time away, you’d never felt this agonizing loneliness. This pain that manifests as a hollow feeling that echoes in your abdomen, as invisible hands grabbing and twisting at your heart.

God. What is Bucky going to do now that you’re not going to be able to complete the mission? You did all you could, downloaded and scrubbed all the data before setting the self-destruct sequence into motion, but was it enough? You don’t remember a big fireball in the sky and quaking earth under your feet as you ran away, but maybe you were just too out of it to notice.

You can’t help but feel guilty that Petre and his family got wrapped up in the situation, that their only way to move forward and help Sasha was to join that horrible, awful institution. But honestly, death is probably the best outcome for Sasha after everything HYDRA has done to her, whatever they’ve made her body dependent on.

Sharp pain flares from your chest and ricochets behind your ribs, forcing a cry from your lips. The pain continues to grow and spread, encroaching on your organs and traveling through your limbs - but all the sudden it’s gone and a crawling, slithering, pulsing numbness takes its place. Your bones and muscles and ligaments turn to jelly and you slide sideways out of the chair, landing hard on the rotten floor but not feeling it.

The pain is gone, but your emotions remain. You can’t help but remember all the time you spent training, spent getting to know the team, spent making life-long friendships. You just didn’t realize that life-long would be so short.

The lights on the wall grow more intense, more numerous, and you can hear howling, baying, snarling monsters sprinting to your final resting place. You can only hope that you’ll be gone by the time they sink their vicious fangs and terrible claws into your soft and squishy flesh.

You thought that you would take any company over the aching loneliness you feel, but you realize that maybe being alone isn’t the worst thing in the end. At least no one has to see you cry, and shiver, and shake, and watch as your chest refuses to rise and your heart refuses to pump and the light leaves your eyes.

Yeah, no one should see that. You want them to remember you how you were: happy sometimes, a pain in the ass a lot of times, and – hopefully – as a good friend, a good teammate, a good person. You know there’s so many things you could have done differently, but does it even matter now?

You can see the clothes piled on your floor back in New York, the cereal bowl left on your nightstand from a midnight snack, all the makeup scattered across your counter from girls’ night out. The pillow slumped against the door and tear stains soaking your bed sheets at the house you share with Bucky only a handful of miles away.

You see the half-finished books on your shelf, the unsung songs on your playlists, the stories you never told and never heard, and the conversations left unfinished, the words left unsaid.

You wish that your last thoughts before you die were happy, that you could watch your life back over and not regret so much, that you could see your family and friends and Bucky one last time.

But that isn’t in the cards for you. The monsters from outside have finally reached the house, slamming open the door and shattering what’s left of the windows. Shadows converge on you from every angle, crowding your eyes and compressing your lungs more and more and more until there’s no room left to expand. Until you can’t take in any air. Gasping, gasping, gasping. Until the room fades out and so does your heartbeat.

Part 12

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mamirhodessxox · 18 days

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😭😭 need a fic of him just in interrupting reader while baking ( reader could be a baker and trying new recipes to add to their menu )

Cherries On Top

Cody Rhodes x Baker Fem!Reader

Desc: Y/N is trying to focus on adding new sweet treats to her bakery’s menu but her husband tends to be a distraction.

Contents: Fluff, Cody being a little annoying but in a tolerable way, SMALL indications of smut, Y/N being a lil cutie Patootie!

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Before Y/N & Cody established a relationship between them Y/N had a small little bakery filled with alll sorts of sweets & treats! Once a month she would spend an entire day whipping up pies & cakes and many other scones & sweets to add on the menu at her little bakery & do cooking youtube videos & Today was that day.

Y/N was in the middle of recording in the kitchen, Cody would walk by every now and then or stand behind her and watch over her shoulder to see what she was doing. But then he became more vocal.

She was currently working on a bourbon pound cake. “Don’t you need measuring cups for this part?” He questioned while his hand ran up and down her back while his wife shrugged “I’m just gonna add like a few shot glasses worth of bourbon.” He shot open his eyes and looked over at her camera set up and shook his head dramatically “She’s gonna get me drunk with a cake.” Since he was video bombing Y/N she decided that she would put him to a little work and start stirring the cake mix while she poured bourbon into the mix very carefully & poured him a small shot as a reward which he pridefully took

Y/N was instructing her future viewers how to carefully put the mixture into the pan & how long to leave it in the oven but Cody randomly popped back into the kitchen “Check out my gun.” She looked up as he interrupted her speech & smiled “It’s a salt shooter my dad got it for him.” “Maybe next time I make steak I can season salt onto it with my cool gun yeah?” She shook her head “No because you’re gonna break something. Just use your hands.” He glared for a second and sassily shook his head “I won’t break anything.”

6 minutes later Y/N worked on another small pastry while the cake was in the oven & suddenly the lights started flickering & she laughed a little before he walked back into camera frame “What are you whipping up now?” “Blueberry crois-“ “Hold on wait I have a quick question what did 50 cent do when he was hungry? 58.” “Your not funny.” He shrugged with a smug smile “I’m actually very funny.” She hummed nodding slowly “whatever helps you sleep at night my love.” He raised an eyebrow and looked at a bowl full of flour.

Hmmmm…….

Interesting…..

What if he just….

“CODY GARRET RUNNELS GODDAMNIT I’M GOING TO KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP!” Y/N stood there frozen as he actively poured flour over her head while letting out a mischievous laugh “uh ohh she said the full na-“ she splashed him in the face with water “well deserved.” She glared up at him & picked up her bowl filled with yet to be stirred eggs while grinning to herself as her husband backed up and raised his hands in defense “No…Y/N….” She squinted and nodded “your right that would be to messy.” She sighed while he let out a chuckle of relief but she caved & poured the eggs all over him making him gasp and look at her while she giggled & grabbed the flour bag before shaking what remained inside all over him before he turned starring at a glass of milk that sat on the counter next to one of the bowls it was supposed to be inside of.

Eventually she gave up on the video she tried making & giggled while playfully kissing her lover while he grinned biting her lip a little & grip at her waist “You sure you don’t wanna take it any furth-“ she nodded immediately and pulled away before prancing up the stairs to get clean “C’mon Codes your filthy.”

This was just the Cherry On Top for Cody, he immediately tossed away the kitchen towel & followed behind her before giving Y/N a light smack on the butt chuckling

“The shower is your best idea yet sweetheart.”

“Pervert.”

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pedroshotwifey · 1 month

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*slaps more money on the table*

👀 So basically, I can’t seem to finish any WIPs with this man, he is a ball of lust but I can’t write him. 😭😭😭

Javier Peña you and your sexy self frustrate me! But I also want to request a Drabble for my birthday (Sunday 3/31 - which I should have requested this earlier this week. 😖)

Anyway whenever you finish it is fine.

I would like some sweetness and smut from Javi because if there’s a time to be completely self-indulgent, it’s on your birthday. 🥳

Thank you in advance love! ❤️

*Gives money back*

This one's on the house. 😉

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NERDIE!!! 🥳🥳🥳

As requested, here is your birthday sweetness and smut:

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

W/C: 1.3k

Salty Sweet

*****

“Javi, are you home?”

You take a step into your dark and too-quiet apartment, looking around for any trace of your boyfriend. You know, despite the fact that you couldn’t get your birthday off, Javi was able to stay home so he’d be here when you got back. But so far, it looks like he might be out. You frown, more curious as to where he might be than upset though.

You sigh and slip your shoes off, exhausted from the day you had. It seems like you didn’t get a break at all on top of having to stay late. You love your job, but they really don’t give a rat’s ass if it’s your birthday or your last day on earth. If you want to keep up with the competitive pay, you better do what they ask, no matter how many hours of overtime you may be working.

You’re taking your coat off when you hear a sudden clatter from the kitchen, and then a whispered curse right after. You can’t help the smile that creeps up. This idiot is trying to surprise you. If you had to guess, you’d say he probably just slammed his foot into one of the chairs in the dark.

“Javi?” you try to keep the amusement from breaching your tone. He doesn’t answer, of course, so you make your way to the kitchen. You reach to turn the light on but stop in your tracks at the sight that beholds you.

The entire kitchen is decorated. There are fairy lights hanging on the walls and around the table, ribbons and balloons in your favorite colors spread tastefully throughout the room, lit candles on every surface, and a cute birthday banner hanging on the back wall. And in the middle of it all is Javi, standing next to the table which holds what might be the most beautiful little cake you’ve ever seen.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” he says through his beaming smile. He knows he did good.

Your eyes start to get misty as you walk toward him and throw your arms around his neck. “Thank you so much, Javi. You didn’t have to do all this.”

He tuts as he embraces you and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “Of course I didn’t have to, but you deserve it, hermosa. So much.”

You lean up and press a kiss to his lips, a tear slipping down your cheek as you do so. You hadn’t realized how overwhelmed you’d been all day. Just as you deepen the kiss, Javi groans against your lips and forces himself back.

“One more thing,” he breathes against your mouth before moving to the fridge. You watch with peaked interest as he swings the door open and pulls out a can of whipped cream. He shuts the door and smiles devilishly as he shakes the can. You open your mouth to ask what the hell that’s for at the same time he pats the table.

“Hop up, cariño.”

It’s not until you see the mischievous glint in his eye that you understand what he wants. You immediately feel a throb between your legs. The two of you had talked before about doing something like this, but you hadn’t realized it would be happening so soon. Not that you complain as you quickly follow his instructions and clamber onto the table.

He smirks wildly at you as he pops the top off of the can and rucks your skirt up. You sit up and allow him to bunch it around your waist. A small shriek escapes your lips as Javi brings your panties down as well, leaving you bare for him.

You can already see the bulge pressing against his pants. When you look at his face, his expression is almost pained as he looks between your thighs.

“Gonna taste even sweeter now, baby,” he practically moans. His eyes flick up to catch your stare and he flashes you a smile. “Lay back for me,” he instructs. You obey quickly, laying down until the back of your head touches the table.

The first spurt of the cold cream comes unexpectedly, making you yelp as it lands on your clit and starts to slide down. Javi only laughs. “Always so sensitive,” he teases.

You whimper in response as you stare at the dimly-lit ceiling. Even though you’re not watching him right now, you know that Javi’s getting on his knees in front of you. He gently parts your folds with his thumbs as the melting whipped cream travels to your hole. Just as you feel it land there, he leans forward and scoops it up with his tongue, so gentle that it makes you shiver.

Your hips chase his mouth as he pulls away, but his hand comes up to push one of your knees.

“Javi, p-please,” you beg quietly. You’re almost surprised how quickly this has gotten you pent up.

He chuckles as you let your eyes drift to his kneeling form. “Patience, baby,” is all he says. He keeps his eyes on yours as he lifts the can again and squirts some whipped cream into his mouth and then sets it down again. He just winks before leaning forward and putting his mouth on your cunt.

You moan as he starts to spread it with his lips and tongue, making a complete mess out of you. The sensation of both the heat and cold makes you dizzy, delirious for more. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, the cold and softness of it mixed with his strong, warm tongue as it begins to lick up and down and inside of you.

He holds your thighs open as he swirls your clit with the tip of his tongue before going lower and dipping it into your hole.

“God, you taste so fucking good, hermosa,” he praises through a groan.

“Feels good,” you moan in reply.

Suddenly, you feel his tongue push into you again, fucking you with the muscle as he reaches for the can again. He curls within you as he puts another squirt on your clit. When he comes back up to envelop your clit with his plush lips, the cream sloshing between the two of you, your hands find their way into his hair. You tug on the strands as he sucks harshly, flicking his tongue as he does so. He drinks up the cream and alternates between pressure as he swallows.

It doesn’t take long for you to start to feel your body warming in suspense of an orgasm. Javi continues to tease and suckle your clit, and when he takes a hand off of your thigh to slide a finger inside of you, you know you’re done for. He hooks his finger as he pumps it and you’re immediately clenching around it, moaning as you pull his hair harder.

He helps you through it, growling and sending vibrations to your twitching clit before removing his finger and licking up the mixture of your release and the whipped cream. He keeps licking and sucking until there’s barely a trace of the sweet dessert left on your cunt. When he’s done, he licks his lips and sits black to look at your face.

You’re panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and looking utterly gorgeous. He finds himself smiling as you shoot him a grin, already knowing what the next words from your mouth are going to be.

“Your turn.”

As much as he would like that, he knows it’ll have to wait a bit. He still has a pile of presents to give you and your favorite dinner to make. Tonight is about you, but he certainly won’t object if you still want to return this favor a little later.

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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if you play your cards right

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones.

Summary: You were tasked with baking cookies for the Unbirthday party, alone. You did not end up alone. With you and Trey in the kitchen, you'd expect things to go off without a hitch, except he keeps teasing you in ways that kinda make you want to disappear.

Author's Comments: I really laid it on thick with the whole "reader is down bad" narrative so if it seems a bit excessive that's why oopsie. I hope you all enjoy it though!!

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You’d been tasked with something extremely important.

The Housewarden and Vice Housewarden were both counting on you. If you messed this up, the Unbirthday Party would be in disarray. It was up to you to complete this task and make the chocolate chip cookies Riddle requested. Why he didn’t want tarts this time was beyond you, maybe it was to provide variety or a request made out of pure curiosity. Whatever the case, the entire Heartslabyul dorm was relying on you…

Or at least, that's what you thought would be happening. Turns out, Trey had finished up his duties early just to oversee your baking.

Maybe if you didn’t have a raging crush on him, that wouldn’t have been such a problem.

You eyed the vanilla extract carefully, slowly dipping it towards the measuring tool. You were trying your best to ignore the eyes that burned into your back, watching your every move. Trey was more calculated than anyone gave him credit for—you just wished he wouldn’t stare at you intently.

So lost in your thoughts, you almost screamed when Trey rested his hand on your shoulder.

“I can help you with that.” he said softly, eyes warm when they locked with yours, “My siblings have trouble pouring out the vanilla extract all the time.”

“I’ve got it thanks!” you shrieked, whipping your head back towards the task at hand.

Trey snickered upon seeing you in such a panicked state—which you didn’t think was very funny—and plucked the extract from your hands.

‘Hey!” you whined, reaching for the ingredient that was rightfully yours.

“Let me do it.” he shushed you, effortlessly pouring the extract into the measuring tool and tossing it into the mixing bowl.

“Show off.” you huffed, face growing warm as he smirked at you.

“Come here.” he beckoned you closer, offering you his hand.

You swallowed thickly, letting him pull you into him.

“We just need to mix it now.” he hummed, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb over your hand in a process, “Come on, the honor is yours.”

You avoided his gaze, slowly removing your hand from his. You started the mixer as quickly as possible, trying your best to ignore his watchful gaze.

“You’ve got the talent to work alongside me someday.” he hummed, patting your head gently, “You should come to my bakery sometime. I’d love to have you.”

Going to the bakery? Visiting him while he baked? Meeting his siblings? Meeting his parents?

That was a bit too soon for your tastes. You’d explode.

But could you really pass up on that opportunity?

“I’d love-! I mean- I’ll think about it.” you replied, finally meeting his eyes, “Anyways, why does Riddle want cookies for this party? And why did you think I needed help? I can do things on my own-!”

“Woah, one at a time, dear.” he teased, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “Since we usually have tarts and Riddle’s trying to break away from the whole Overblot incident, my guess is he’s trying something new. Something simple, to see how it goes over with the dorm. And I just like spending time with you. Is that so hard to believe?”

Trey turned away before you could reply, turning off the mixer. He began to scrape the cookie dough off of the paddle mixer attachment with a rubber spatula. You watched his arms work at the dough and ripped your eyes away when he looked back at you.

“I won’t let you eat any of the cookie dough, but I’ll let you get the first cookie once they’re cool.” he chuckled, removing the mixing bowl.

A mental image of Trey feeding you cookie dough popped into your mind, and you had to shake it away.

“I can’t wait…since you’re helping me, I’m sure they’ll be delicious!” you smiled awkwardly, turning on your heel to grab the baking trays.

You heard Trey snicker behind you, a soft sound that made your heart patter. Why couldn’t you just act normal around him? You made quick work of grabbing the trays you needed, then the parchment paper. You set them down on the counter, and Trey quickly prepared them for the dough. His movements were so refined, there was no way he hadn’t done this a thousand times.

“You flatter me.” he finally replied, grabbing the cookie scoop from a drawer you didn’t even notice and reaching for your hand once again.

You gave it to him, except this time, he pulled you into his chest.

What the-?!

“Hold this.” he pressed the cookie scoop to your palm, and you wrapped your fingers around it.

He placed his hand over yours and began to scoop out bits of cookie dough from the bowl, releasing them onto the baking sheet. You swallowed thickly as Trey began to hum, resting his chin on you as yet another scoop of cookie dough found its way on the sheet. Your embarrassment faded to a sense of serenity, mostly because of the gentle tune that made all the stress in your body melt away. Before you could regain your focus, an entire tray was filled with cookie dough.

“What song is that? I haven’t heard it before.” you looked at Trey inquisitively.

“It’s an old lullaby my mother sang to me when I was a kid. It was odd, seeing her go from being adamant about the way I brushed my teeth to singing a lullaby as I drifted off. I’ve sung to my siblings a few times when she’s busy tidying up the bakery.”

“That’s so sweet.” you murmured, your thoughts drifting off again, “You’d make a good father, Trey.”

He blinked, and you nearly had a heart attack when he rested his chin on you once again.

“You think so?” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, “That’s very sweet of you to say.”

“I didn’t mean to let that slip! That was really weird, I’m sorry-” you were stopped by another laugh, this time louder.

“You’re so cute- It’s okay, I’m flattered.” he beamed, patting you on the head before turning his attention back to the cookie, “If you play your cards right, you might have an opinion of what I’d be like as a husband, too.”

You couldn’t stop the strangled noise that escaped your throat as your face burned once again, the fire in your cheeks growing more intense when he started laughing.

Trey Clover was going to kill you before you ever found that out, but maybe you’d get used to it if you stuck around.

#auburn's fics <3 #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #trey clover x reader #fluff #trey clover's arms are thumbs up emoji #thats all

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Good Luck Egg Chapter One: Welcome Egg

Summary: Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two mothers and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future.

Chapter Summary: When his mother goes into labor early Jace struggles to wrangle all his siblings together to get to the hospital and meet their little brother

Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen, Jace Velaryon x Sara Snow, Cregan Stark x Helaena Targaryen

Warning: some language

Words: 5,262

A/N: This is high-key written like a sitcom and is Jace-centric (since he's Teddy in this fic), also muña means mother in High Valyrian

The house was mostly quiet for once. The only sound came from the TV, a humming signaled the beginning of the theme song. Rhaenyra turned up the volume enthusiastically. She glanced down at her bowl of strawberry ice and frowned. Taking the whipped cream topping in hand she added more until it was a mountain that buried the ice cream, only then was she satisfied. She took a spoonful and smiled.

Rhaenyra never felt fully comfortable when she was in her final trimester of pregnancy even when she had done it several times. However, to her, the best thing about being pregnant was that she could eat anything without her wife bringing up how “unhealthy” it was. She could say it was cravings and her wife moved on.

The screen lit up with the colors of her favorite fantasy series. Without hesitation, she took another spoonful. A sharp pain came from her abdomen.

“Ow”, she huffed. Her eyes went to her stomach. “All your brothers were easy, why aren’t you?”

She swallowed the ice cream and turned back to her TV. Her favorite family drama show was on. She had yet to catch up to the current season like her son had but with the rest of the kids out of the house, she could watch her show without having to worry about them walking into the awkward parts.

Another pain came from her abdomen. She gripped the remote tightly. She winced. Slowly, Rhaenyra turned off the TV and put down her plate. She could barely adjust to sitting on her own couch. Every time she would end up rolling. Gods she forgot how much she hated this feeling.

“Alicent”, Rhaenyra called.

The sound of boots clicking in the kitchen got her attention and before long, her wife walked into the living room.

“What is it?” Alicent asked.

“I’m going into labor”, Rhaenyra sighed.

Alicent’s eyes popped open. “What?! But you’re not due yet!”

“Well take that up with him.” Rhaenyra gestured at her stomach. “Unfortunately, I’m running on his time, not the doctor’s or mine apparently.”

Alicent scanned the couch for her purse. “Okay, okay”, panic edged in her voice. “A bit of a hiccup but it's fine.”

Alicent grabbed the purse which was thrown lazily on the floor. “Okay, I have our stuff here. Do you want me to bring you a robe and slippers?”

Rhaenyra bit in inside of her cheek as another round of pain resurfaced. “We don’t have time for that, my love.”

Alicent helped Rhaenyra to her feet. Rhaenyra threw on her sweater and casually walked toward the door with an anxious Alicent behind her.

Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder and then smirked. “Ready for baby number eight?”

Alicent was practically shaking. “Gods no, but let’s do this.”

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Jace wanted to throw his controller on the couch. He had lost another video game match with Cregan. His best friend was smiling but he was not. How after so many times playing had he not improved at all? He thought at least with the new combo he had, he thought he could get one victory over Cregan but nothing.

He rolled his eyes at the TV. “This is rigged.”

Cregan threw back his head and laughed. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“This is your game and console. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had done something.”

“I only play games, Jace, I’m not a tech wizard that’s your brother.”

“I bet he did help you.”

A ring broke through the conversation. Cregan picked up his phone but saw his screen was pitch black.

“Jace, I think it’s yours.”

Jace shuffled through his pocket and pulled out his phone. The word ‘Mom’ lit up the phone. He answered.

His face scrunched a bit in confusion. “Mom, what’s up?”

“Um”, he could hear the nervousness in his mom’s voice. “Your mother went into labor early.”

Jace sat up on the couch. “But I thought the baby wasn’t coming for a least like two weeks. Is Muña okay?”

“Yes. Yes. Your mother is okay.”

A scream came from the background. “Alicent, can you drive any fucking slower?!”

“I’m talking to Jace”, his mom said.

“Watch the road!”, his muña yelled.

“I’m trying to”, his mom responded in the calmest voice she could muster.

“You’re on your way to the hospital, right?” Jace asked.

“Yes, we are. Jace, I’m so sorry to ask this but can you please bring your siblings here? I can’t leave your mother alone.”

Jace nodded. “Yeah, of course. I’ll get bring them over as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, darling,” his mom said. With that, she hung up.

Jace had wanted to record a film from their short film, but it seemed that would have to wait. He turned toward his friend. “Cregan, I need to borrow your car, it’s for an emergency.”

Cregan sat up. “I heard everything your mom was screaming, let’s go.”

“Believe it or not that’s her calm.”

Cregan threw the car keys at Jace, who caught them with one hand. They got into the car and Jace turned on the engine. He glanced between himself and his friend at their uniforms, it was for their film, but he didn’t have time to change. Whatever.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Cregan asked.

Jace nodded. “Yup, theater rehearsal.”

The younger teen was practically speeding until they got to the parking lot of their local high school. It was a weekend so few cars were in the lot when Jace pulled into an empty space. He turned off the car and ran toward the auditorium, with Cregan close behind. The two opened the doors to the building. Inside were other teenagers dressed in costumes reading over a script. Jace scanned the group assembled.

“See 'em?” Cregan asked.

“No.”

Jace opened the doors to the stage. On top of the stage, he saw a couple rehearsing some overly dramatic monologue while staring into each other’s eyes. Behind them was a group of teenagers dressed as fairies with cheap plastic wings. In the corner of the stage, she saw a girl with light hair dressed as a tree.

“Helaena,” Jace called out.

The couple stopped monologuing. The guy looked annoyed. “I thought we locked that door.”

Jace smiled awkwardly. “Sorry to interrupt, family emergency.”

Helaena in her tree costume made her way down to the stairs. The closer she got the more Jace was struggling to not laugh at his sister’s odd costume. She looked as if she could barely move with her arms stuck at her sides where the trunk of the tree was.

“Jace, I’m at rehearsal”, Helaena reprimanded softly.

“I know. I know but it’s muña. She went into labor.”

Helaena’s eyes widened. “But I thought she wasn’t due yet.”

“She isn’t but the baby calling the shots here.”

Helaena nodded. “Okay, let me get out of this stupid costume. They can find another tree in the meantime.”

Jace helped Helaena unzip the back and she tossed off the tree costume. Underneath her costume though was a camo jumpsuit, supposedly to match the tree. Jace didn’t bother to bring this up. They raced back to the car. Jace jumped into the driver’s seat but found that Cregan was no longer in his passenger’s seat. The rearview mirror showed he was now in the backseat with his sister. Jace shook his head.

“Hel, do you know where everything else is?”

“Aegon and Daeron are at Ben Blackwood’s party”, Helaena admitted.

“Ben Blackwood is having a party today?” Jace asked.

“Yes, they didn’t want to tell mom and muña. You have to keep it a secret”, Helaena demanded.

“Fine. Fine.” Jace then groaned. “Crap. How are we going to find his house?”

Cregan leaned close to Jace. “He lives in Ravenhall.”

“How do you know that?” Jace inquired.

Cregan glanced to see if Helaena wasn’t paying attention. “I used to date his sister, Aly.”

Jace’s face scrunched together. “You’ve never brought this up.”

“It was a long time ago.”

Jace sighed then started the car and pulled out of the parking space. As he began driving, he saw Cregan lean closer to Helaena in the rearview mirror.

Cregan swallowed nervously. “So, are you a big theater person?”

“I like it, so I guess.”

“Cool. Um, what play were you doing?”

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, Helaena replied.

“Oh really? My teacher made me read that book for literature. It’s got a lot of freaky magic and stuff.”

Helaena smiled. “I know, right? I think that’s why I like it so much; it stands out from Shakespeare’s other work.”

Cregan smiled. “Yeah, it's awesome.”

Jace wished he could be anywhere else than inside this car and being forced to live through this conversation.

The neighborhood of Ravenhall was luckily close to where the school was. The security guard at the gate was nice and let them in once Jace said they were going to the Blackwood’s. The man asked if they were Brackens and Jace said no. He was confused about what was going on between the Brackens and Blackwoods but that was not the main objective. As Jace got closer to the house, he could see cars surrounding the house. The music from the backyard was playing loud enough that he could hear it from the front.

“You’d think for a house party, they’d be more lowkey about it.”

Helaena pointed at the fence, suddenly. “Look the gate is open.”

Jace nodded. “Come on let’s these two.”

The three of them slipped through the half-closed gate. When Helaena told him it was a party, Jace had not expected this. There was a bounce house beside the pool where children around the age of ten were playing. A clown was face painting a little kid, while another clown made balloon animals. A pile of presents was in the corner next to a large table with an ocean cake. A banner above spelled out ‘Happy Birthday Sam!’ in big blue bubble letters.

Jace stared at the scene before him. “Cregan?”

“Yeah?”

“This is the Blackwood house, right?”

“I swear it is.”

“Helaena?” Jace asked.

“I swear they said they were going to Ben Blackwood’s party”, Helaena replied.

“This is a kid’s party”, Jace pointed out.

“Um, Jace.” Cregan nudged his rib.

Jace turned and saw Aegon and Daeron sitting in beach chairs beside the pool. Their legs were sprawled out as they laid back on the chairs, juices in hand. Without a word, Jace walked over to them. His older brother, Aegon was quick to notice him.

“Hey, you were invited too?” Aegon asked.

Jace looked down at his two brothers. Both of them were wearing Hawaiian shirts with cargo pants and straw hats. Their accessories consisted of flip-flops, sunglasses, and a capri-sun in hand. Aegon even had sunscreen on his nose.

Jace sighed. “I don’t have the time to ask you why right, just know you need to come with us.”

“They’re cutting the cake soon, though”, Aegon complained.

“Muña’s having the baby”, Jace said.

Aegon sat up. “Wait, how?”

“I’ll explain in the car.”

The group hastily left through the open gate and shuffled back into Cregan’s car. Jace started the ignition and then turned back to the backseat.

“Okay, where’s Aemond?”

“At a friend’s house”, Daeron mentioned.

“Can you be more specific?” Jace asked.

“That girl he hangs out with, Alys Rivers,” Daeron added.

“Alright we need to hurry, mom and muña should have gotten to the hospital by now.” Jace began speeding down the road. His eyes occasionally went back to the mirror. He caught a look at Aegon and Daeron’s clothing again.

Jace cleared his throat. “So, are you guys going to explain why you were at a ten-year-old’s birthday party?”

Daeron chuckled while looking at Aegon. “This should be good. Go on tell him.”

Aegon buried his face behind his hands. “So, I heard a rumor that Ben Blackwood was going to have a party this weekend and Blackwood is one of the most popular guys at school…”

Jace asked. “And?”

“When we were in class, I commented that it sounded cool and that I could help out. He invited me and told me to bring my little brother so he could have fun too. I brought Daeron with me to the Hawaiian pool party he told me about. Turns out it's a party for his little brother, Samwell and when he told me to bring my little brother, he meant to bring Joffrey 'cause they go to the same school.”

Jace bit his hand to hold back a laugh. Unfortunately, a snort escaped.

Aegon rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah. Real funny. Laugh it up.”

Daeron suddenly stood up from his seat. “Wait Jace, that’s her neighborhood, you’re passing by it!”

“Shit!” Jace gripped the wheel and abruptly turned it without warning.

Daeron who was standing, hit his head against the roof of the car. Aegon crashed into Daeron’s chest and then Helaena fell against Cregan. He immediately heard sounds of pain form the backseat. Jace was sure whatever he pulled was illegal, but he frankly didn’t care. However, he didn’t hear the end of it from his siblings until they arrived at the front door of Alys’ apartment.

Jace knocked on the front door, impatiently.

The person who answered was just as irritated as him. A guy wearing a long green cloak and riding boots glared at him. “What do you want?”

“Is Aemond here?” Jace almost growled.

The guy sneered. “We’re in the middle of something.”

Cregan stepped in front of Jace. “Let me handle this.”

The Stark was much taller than Jace despite the fact he was only a year older. His gray eyes bore down at the guy. “Either get Aemond or move out of the way.”

The guy was shaking when he turned over his shoulder. “Aemond.”

Aemond came around the corner. “Has the food arrived? Shall we finally feast?”

His older brother’s face fell when he saw them. Jace stared wide-eyed. Whatever annoyance he felt before was gone. His brother wore a long wig with an eye patch covering his right eye. He was wearing black pants, a black leather tunic, and a black leather trench coat. By his side was a fake sword attached to a belt. Aegon was the first to say something.

“Is that a wig?” He asked while slowly raising his phone to take a picture.

Aemond looked horrified. “What are you doing here?”

“Muña’s going into labor”, Jace explained.

Aemond stepped forward. “Now? Is she alright? Did mom get her to the hospital?”

“Yes, and we need to go”, Jace expressed.

Aemond nodded. “Okay.”

“But my Prince, we need you for the campaign”, the guy said.

Aegon was trying to keep in his laughter. “Prince?”

Aemond sighed. “Sorry, family emergency comes first.”

Jace knew they didn’t have time to continue this argument and closed the door on the guy.

“Car, now”, he directed his siblings.

They didn’t need to be told twice. Aemond rushed to the passenger’s side while everyone else went to the backseat again.

Jace took one look at his older brother. “Before we leave…a campaign?”

“And cosplay?” Daeron asked from behind.

“It’s not cosplay, it’s for an original character”, Aemond explained.

“So, an OC?” Daeron asked.

Aegon furrowed his brows. “How do you know what that is?”

Daeron crossed his arms. “No reason.”

“Is that from the fantasy show you and Muña watch?” Helaena asked with a smile.

Aemond avoided looking at them. “Yes.”

Jace smiled. “Hey, at least you’re hanging with friends.”

Aegon leaned back in his seat. “Yeah, wait till we tell mom and muña when we get to the hospital now that everyone’s here.”

Aemond glanced back at the mirror to take in those present. Then he looked at Jace. Slowly, Jace’s brown eyes widened.

“Oh my god, we’re still missing Luke and Joffrey!” Jace yelled.

Aemond stared in disbelief. “I thought you already got them.”

“Obviously not! Do you see them in the trunk?”

Aegon actually turned back to look inside the trunk. “Yup not there.”

Cregan looked at the Targaryen. “You thought I would put them in the trunk?”

“I mean saves space. Also, Luke deserves it depending on the day, especially when he’s always messing with the neighbor.”

Jace straightened up. “Wait. Wait. Say that again.”

“He’s always messing with the neighbor?”

Jace started the car. “I know where Luke is.”

“Terrorizing Ms. Velaryon, no doubt”, Aemond sighed.

Jace made it quickly to the house. He refused to get out of the car and Aemond opted to be the one to knock on the front door. From what Jace could see from across the street, their neighbor, Ms. Velaryon answered the door. Her usual scowl was on her features when she opened the door. Aemond said something before she went back inside though curiously left the door open. Not even a minute went by when she came out dragging Luke by the collar of his shirt. His younger brother had a smirk on the entire time as she seemed to complain to Aemond about Luke. Eventually, she closed the door and Aemond walked with Luke back to the car.

Jace lowered his window as they approached. “Do I even want to know?”

Aemond tilted his head. “Apparently, he broke in through her cat’s door and tried to ‘prank’ her by putting blue hair dye in one of her hats.”

Jace shifted to his younger brother. “Luke?”

“She said blue is her favorite color, I don’t see the problem.”

Jace looked at Aemond who was back inside the car. “He didn’t dye her hair, right?”

Aemond looked over his shoulder. “No. Ask him what happened instead.”

Jace turned at Luke. For the most part, his brother looked fine. His shirt was a bit wrinkled from where Ms. Velaryon grabbed his collar. However, his shoes were fine as was his baseball cap. Jace’s eyes narrowed. Luke’s curls weren’t sticking out of the cap. He couldn’t see his brother’s hair at all. It was all tucked inside.

“Luke, the cap.”

Slowly, his brother reached for the cap and took it off, revealing a head full of blue hair.

Aemond sighed. “Yup.”

“I might have mixed up the hats I was supposed to dye”, Luke elaborated.

Jace could only stare. A moment passed before he turned back to the road and shifted the gears into drive.

“Where’s Joff?” was all he felt like asking anymore.

“Mom mentioned that he was at a field day event”, Luke answered.

Jace picked up his phone and began to call someone as they made their way to the park where Joffrey was having his field day. As they approached the park, Jace saw the crowd gathered. He stepped out of the car and ran toward the group. The children were wearing different colors from their respective teams. Joffrey was sitting on a bench with a teenage girl beside him. His brother was wearing a jersey with the name Targaryen on it. However, dirt had gotten on the jersey, his shorts, shoes, and somehow his face.

Jace smiled at the girl. “Hey, thanks for helping me get Joffrey.”

The girl smiled in return. “You don’t have to worry about it, I didn’t mind especially with Rickon participating in this too.”

Jace glanced at her shirt. Team Stark was written in silver letters.

“You guys winning?”

“Well, sort of.”

“What do you mean? You’re always good at sports.”

“Sadly, the sign-up age was from seven to ten, so I missed the mark”, she joked. “Instead, I’m on water bottle and moral support duty.”

Jace chuckled. “Maybe next time I can come and be the moral support of the moral support?”

He wanted to smack himself. God that sounded so stupid.

She leaned close and gave him Joffrey’s backpack. For a second, their fingers touched. “Definitely would like the support next time.”

Jace nodded while he tried to ignore his heart beating in his ears. “Yeah, of course, I’ll see you soon, Sara.”

Sara gave a smile. “See you soon, Jace.”

Jace watched as she walked away by the time she left his sight, Jace realized Joffrey was halfway to the car. He rushed after his brother. Once he got into the car, Jace mentally counted the people inside the car. He had managed to get the last of his siblings. Now, they could go meet up with their mothers.

The hospital was busy when they got there. Jace, his siblings, and Cregan passed by dozens of patients in the waiting room. He walked up to the nurse in the front.

“We’re here to visit, Rhaenyra Targaryen. She’s having a baby”, Jace explained.

The nurse glanced at the seven other people who he was with. “Sorry, I can’t allow that many people inside of the room while she’s in labor.”

“But we’re her kids”, Jace insisted.

This time the nurse’s eyes bulged, and she again glanced at the large group. Jace recognized the surprise in her eyes. He was used to it, being in a big family and such. Now his muña was going to have an eighth.

“I’m sorry I still can’t allow all of you inside during the labor.”

“What about like two of us?” He asked.

“Okay but only two.”

Jace turned back to his siblings. “Guys I’m going to check up on Muña and Mom, Aemond are you going too?”

Aemond glanced at Joffrey who was standing in front of the vending machine. “Yeah, someone just keep an eye on him.”

Jace and Aemond went down the hallway and found the room fairly quickly. Jace opened the door. His muña was lying on a bed while wearing a hospital gown and his mom was sitting in a chair beside her. Upon hearing the door creak open they both turned to him and Aemond. His muña gave him her usual bright wide smile.

“Jace. Aemond. You’re both here.” She reached out her arms.

Jace hugged her followed by Aemond. His mom stood from her chair then captured both of them in a hug.

“Oh Gods, I’m so glad you made it. Are the rest of your siblings here too?” His mom asked.

“They’re in the waiting room”, Aemond said.

His muña rubbed her belly. “That’s good. That’s good.”

“How’s everything been?” Jace inquired.

“Um”, his mom fidgeted with her nail.

Jace’s stomach dropped. That was never a good sign.

“The doctor is running late”, his mom explained.

“What do you mean running late?” Jace asked. “I’ve been running around trying to get everyone here, if anything I should be considered running late. How is he running late?”

“There was an accident on the highway and he’s stuck in traffic”, his muña expressed wearily.

“Wait but if he’s not here what happens?” Aemond asked.

“The nurses will have to help”, his muña said.

Jace scoffed. “So, the guy who we’ve been seeing for nine months for this exact delivery isn’t even here?”

“Jace, it's fine I’ve done this before. You have one example here and the others in the waiting room. I’ll be fine.”

She winced for a moment. “Just wait outside, don’t worry about me.”

Jace begrudgingly went outside and Aemond closed the door behind them. When they walked back into the waiting room, Jace excused himself and went outside toward the vending machine. Outside was fairly empty. Jace wanted to hit the machine, shake it, anything. He couldn’t just stand there and be useless when something bad might happen to his muña.

He wanted the machine to just swallow his dollar and give nothing back. He wanted a reason to take out his anger on the machine. That didn’t happen. The machine dropped a bag of candy. Jace roughly pulled it out.

“Didn’t know you were that serious about candy.”

Jace turned around to see Cregan had followed him.

“Shouldn’t you be in the waiting room?” Jace asked.

“Shouldn’t you? It’s your family.”

Jace looked away. “I just needed a minute.”

“Something happen?”

“You shouldn’t worry about it. I already dragged you into enough as is.”

“Okay, first of all, drop the bullshit, Jace. I let you take my car and went to go with you. I wasn’t dragged into anything. Call me crazy but I like hanging out with you and your family. And also, as your future brother-in-law-”

Jace scoffed.

Cregan looked offended but only cleared his throat. “I repeat as your future brother-in-law, your family is going to be my family too, so they concern me too.”

Jace shook his head with an amused smile. “Right your future mother-in-laws.”

“Exactly. So, what’s up?”

Jace shifted his gaze. “The doctor’s running late.”

“How late?”

“Might not get here in time late.”

“Crap. Okay. Okay. What’s his name?”

“Dr. Gerardys. Why?”

“Jace, just let me handle it,” Cregan assured.

Jace made a face. “What are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Everything you say makes me even more worried.”

Cregan put his hand on Jace’s shoulder. “Jace, for once let me help you.”

“Fine just don’t do anything like…illegal.”

“Says the one that made an illegal U-turn earlier.”

“That was a different scenario.”

Cregan rolled his eyes. “Sure.” His gray eyes shifted. “In the meantime, you might want to talk to Joff.”

“Why?”

Cregan gestured over past the vending machine. Joffrey sat alone in a seat, staring at his lap.

Jace nodded at Cregan. The two parted before Jace approached Joffrey. He sat beside his youngest sibling. Joff wouldn’t look at anything beside his lap, tough.

“Hey, what are you doing here by yourself?” Jace asked gently. “Everyone else is inside the waiting room.”

Joffrey kept his arms crossed. “Waiting for the baby, I know”, he said bitterly.

Jace immediately knew what was wrong. “You’re upset about the baby.”

“Why did Muña and Mom have another baby? We were just fine before. Now when they have a baby, they’ll only pay attention to him. Everyone else is always busy. Aegon likes to go out with his ‘cool’ friends, Helaena comes home late from her play stuff, Aemond tells me I wouldn’t understand his shows, Daeron does his martial arts and soccer every day, Luke is always planning some prank on Ms. Velaryon, and you’re out with Cregan making your films. With the baby, you’ll forget about me even more than you already do.”

Jace faced his brother. “Joff, that isn’t true. Look, if I’m being honest, I was caught off guard by the baby too. However, even if I’m a bit nervous, I know that I’ll love him just like I love you.”

Joffrey continued to pout.

“We don’t forget you, Joff. We just have our own things sometimes and can get caught up in them. But you’re still our little brother.”

“You won’t forget about me?”

“Never.”

“Even if I got third place in the field day today?”

“Hey, third place out of twenty isn’t bad.”

Joff finally smiled. “I won at tug of war with my team.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I accidentally threw dirt at someone on the other team.”

Jace’s face scrunched together. “How do you accidentally throw dirt?”

“I mean I said it was an accident.”

Jace stared at his brother. “An accident?”

“Yeah. I also accidentally stepped on someone else’s foot.”

“I’m starting to think these aren’t accidents.”

Joffrey giggled. Jace just ruffled his dirty hair.

“Want to go back inside the waiting room?” Jace asked.

Joff nodded.

When they walked back to the waiting room, Jace sat next to Helaena while Joffrey rested his head on his shoulder. Eventually, Cregan came back inside from wherever he was and sat on the other side of Helaena. They waited in the office for fifteen minutes before the door to the waiting was slammed open. A man in a white lab coat hastily ran down the halls. Jace sat up. It was Dr. Gerardys.

Jace turned toward his brother, Aemond. “He’s here.”

Aemond sighed. “Thank the Gods.”

Jace leaned back into his chair. The stress left his body when he allowed himself to relax his muscles. Half an hour went by when a nurse called their last name. Jace gently awoke Joffrey, who had fallen asleep.

Helaena took Joffrey by the hand and walked ahead toward the hospital room. Aemond followed behind with Aegon and Daeron, whose flip-flops squeaked against the white glossy tiles. Luke walked just ahead of Jace and Cregan.

“I’m surprised the doctor got here so fast”, Jace commented to himself.

“A little bit of persuading helps move things along”, Cregan mused.

Jace turned to his best friend and narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?”

“A little bit of persuading.”

“What did you do? And should I be concerned that it was illegal?”

“I just grabbed his business card at the front desk and gave him a call.”

“What did you say on the call?”

“I may have said something along the lines of a car accident being the least of his concerns if he’s late.”

“You didn’t. Cregan, you didn’t.”

“Motivation helps.”

Jace rubbed his temple. “Oh, my Gods.”

“Jace, hurry”, Helaena called.

They shuffled inside the hospital room. His mom was sitting beside the bed with a smile on her features. She gestured for them to get close. His muña was sweaty with her hair slightly tied as she held a bundle in her arms. Her eyes gleamed when she saw them enter the room.

“Kids, come over here”, she beckoned. “Come meet your baby brother.”

They approached her side. Jace smiled when he saw him. The blue blanket did little to hide his face. His tiny cheeks were red and round. His eyes were closed shut as he slept. His fingers were wrapped around his muña’s gown. Small strands of light hair were on the top of his head.

“Do you have a name for him?” Jace asked softly.

“We were actually talking about that”, his mom replied.

His muña scoffed playfully. “We can think about that later, let’s get a picture of the whole family.”

His mom scanned the room. “Oh, Gods where did I put that camera?”

Cregan grabbed the camera from a seat. “I got it.”

His muña smiled gently. “Cregan, would it be alright if you took a picture?”

Cregan smiled. “Got you, Mrs. T.”

All of his siblings stood on both sides of his muña as she and his mom presented the baby in her arms.

Cregan grinned. “Say cheese.”

Jace smiled with his family. A flash went off.

“You guys look great”, Cregan commented as he looked at the photo.

The door creaked as a nurse came in. Jace watched the color slowly drain from her face as she saw them. Jace looked back at his family. He had nearly forgotten Aegon and Daeron’s beach attire, Aemond’s eye patch, Helaena’s camo jumpsuit, Luke’s blue hair, Joffrey’s dirtied appearance, and his and Cregan’s shirts from their film.

“Hi”, his mom greeted the nurse. “Would it be alright if you took a picture of all of us?” She looked at his friend. “Cregan, get in the photo.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Cregan rushed to take a spot by their side.

The nurse took the camera. Her face looked less than impressed with the family.

Joffrey was looking down at their news addition when he out loud he said, “He kind of looks like an egg. That’s what I’m going to call him, Egg.”

Jace gave an amused smile as the camera flashed.

The nurse sighed. “Good luck Egg, you’re going to need it.”

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hannahssimblr · 8 days

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The nights of the last gasp of study season seem as though they go on forever, and as I watch the clock on the wall of Michelle's cluttered dining room, I could swear on my life that time is slowing down. It takes an hour for five minutes to pass, while the numbers on the maths book in my hands seem to merge together into some sort of mathematical soup right in front of my eyes.

For some reason, with Michelle and Jen nattering history facts to one another on the other side of the table, I think about Alison and what she might be doing right now on the eve of the summer exams. Is she pulling an all-nighter too? Maybe, but not for studying. Alison hardly needed to study at all, that’s how clever she was. Even in those party frenzied days of early winter when she and I would pop a molly and stay up until dawn gurning she would still appear in class the next day and answer the teachers questions perfectly with a bored nonchalance about her while I sweated in the seat behind her, fighting a battle that I would inevitably lose to the boys toilets by the eleven o’clock break.

Alison won’t be studying, but maybe she’s popped a molly without me and is dancing somewhere, singing along to whatever pop song is charting right now and whipping her fiery hair about while I sit here for the eighth night in a row, making my way steadily through a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits that I foraged from the Tengu’s pantry.

Maybe she’s even getting laid. I peer across the table at Jen and Michelle, pulling faces at one another and arguing over their bullet points for the battle of Stalingrad, and am struck with a reminder of the barren wasteland my sex life has become. It’s been months since I’ve been touched by someone who wasn’t myself and the outlook looks bleak. It’s doubtful that will change any time soon, so while there is every chance Alison is having sex literally right now, the chances for me are worse than being stuck down by a thunderbolt.

Debra, pokes her head through the door, “I’m off to bed now, loves, is there anything you need before I go?”

Michelle rifles through a handful of flashcards, “No, mam, we’re fine.”

“Right well, don’t stay up too late.”

“Uh, it’s an all-nighter. That means we’re staying up all night.”

“Well alright, Michelle, there’s no need to take that tone with me.”

“I’m not taking a tone, I'm just explaining something to you.”

“Well I feel like you’re taking a tone, Michelle, and I don’t appreciate it, especially in front of your friend.”

“Him? He’s Jen’s friend, and by the way-”

“Alright!” Jen interrupts, “Goodnight, Debra, we’ll see you in the morning.”

Debra steps back into the living room with a hassled, “Goodnight.”

I glance at Michelle, who stares back at me with the same naked fury simmering in her eyes that has been there since the library, daring me to speak to her, but I couldn't be bothered to traverse that landscape. Not a hope. These days I only speak to her when strictly necessary. I turn back to my books and start pencilling out another equation.

As the night drags on, my eyelids become weighty as my focus slowly wavers, and Jen, in tandem, becomes lethargic in her seat, head lolling over the back of it, bleary eyes on the cornicing on the ceiling as though they hold the answers to the questions that Michelle is grilling her with. She will resign soon. I flip a page of my maths book and reach for another chocolate biscuit, only for my hand to connect with empty packaging. Did I really eat all that? Oh well, I’m still growing.

My voice is croaky from disuse when I speak, “You have other snacks?”

Michelle acknowledges me reluctantly, “Cupboard above the microwave.”

I raid her kitchen for half a packet of cheese tortillas, some penguin bars and some salted peanuts. At the back of the cupboard I spy Michelle’s precious Nutella, of which she started a war against her parents over during those fraught early days of her break up, and for some strange, vengeful moment I feel compelled to unscrew the lid and dunk my whole finger in it, lick it clean and then toss it back, hoping that by the time she notices what I have done I’ll be long gone.

I return and throw a penguin bar across the spread of papers to Jen, who misses and it thwacks against the wall behind her. She groans at the prospect of picking it up, shifting her body like it is composed of lead and slumping to half heartedly scoop it from the floorboards with limp fingers. “I’m sleepy,” she groans, “I can’t do this anymore.”

Michelle is stern, “You’re not sleepy, you’re fine, just have more sugar.”

“No, I am. I can’t think anymore. I feel drunk.”

“Come on, Jenny,” I say with gentle encouragement as she hoists herself like a sack of potatoes back into the chair, “You can manage, just another hour, huh?”

“An hour? It’s already three in the morning. I can’t.”

Michelle places a hand on Jen’s, still clutching the chocolate, “We just have a few more things to get through, just to make sure we really have the best chance of good marks tomorrow, yeah?”

“And I’m, like, eighty percent through this maths stuff,” I chime in, “I want to have a look over quadratic equations and then just do a quick refresh on trig…”

Jen looks at us as though we’ve gone insane, “Then study that stuff,” she says incredulously, “I’m not stopping you.”

Michelle and I exchange guilty looks.

“Why do you need me here to study? Are you afraid to be alone in the same room or something? God.”

Jen’s eyes are sunken and heavy, her makeup smudged from where she has been rubbing them, the same way she did as a child when everything got too much for her. “If you don’t let me sleep I am going to break down crying, so either study on your own or stop studying, I don’t care.” She heaves herself from the table and staggers towards the door, “Goodnight, losers. Talk or don’t talk, I couldn’t give less of a shit,” and with a yank on the french doors she is gone.

And the clock ticks.

And a page flips.

And we don’t say a word.

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#lucky boy 2009 #eeep!#i haven't done an exam in like?? 12 years??#do not miss this at all #tw: drug mention #tw: sex mention

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Sweetest Escape

Summary: Going on a date with a certain red haired housewarden is like a haven you probably didn’t think could go well, but did it? POV: 2nd Pronouns: Gender neutral Admin/Writer: Kai⚔ Tags: Riddle Rosehearts, first date, riddle is a nervous wreck, another date?, sorry for not updating in a while Word Count: 974

“Will you go out with me?”

“Yes!”

“Wait-”

At that time, you and Riddle laughed since you asked each other on a date at the same time with the same response. It felt like something straight out of a movie, except this was real.

Right after deciding when to meet, you both walked away and headed to your respective dorms. Once out of Riddle’s sight, you had begun running to Ramshackle dorm.

“CATER!” You yelled out as soon as you stepped in through the door. The male popped his head out of the kitchen door with an excited look on his face.

“What’s-”

“We’re going out tomorrow! It’s happening! What should I do?! What should I wear!?!”

“Oh my seven, it’s really happening! Come on, we have to get you ready!” Cater said enthusiastically and ran to your room.

At this same moment, Riddle was running through Heartslabyul to look for Trey.

The kitchen door was forced open as a boy with his face redder than the roses stood at the door frame. Trey was a bit spooked but he simply laughed it off nervously as he was preparing pastries for tomorrow’s tea party as per rule 53.

“They said yes! I’m going on my first ever date… On the day of the monthly tea party… I’m breaking a rule?!” Riddle was in complete shock at his own revelation.

“Whoa, whoa, calm down. First off, congratulations. Secondly, breaking one rule is not going to kill you. Be happy, you’re going on a date with the person you like. You think the Queen didn’t have someone she loved too?”

Trey did make good points, and Riddle did want to go on the date. He sighed and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. “You’re right. Then, what do I do to get ready?”

Trey smiled and came up with a plan in his head, staying quiet while making his way to Riddle’s room.

Time went by extremely quickly as it was already time for the date. It was peak afternoon, with the skies blue and clear. The perfect setting for your date.

You sat at a spot near a corner that had a window right beside the table. You were quite nervous, but this was like a first date jitters.

The jingle of a door bell was heard and your head immediately shot towards the sound, only for your eyes to be met by Riddle, who had already found you as soon as he walked in.

You stood up and watched him walk over, still staring for a few moments.

“This place is wonderful. Thank you for inviting me.” Riddle kept a calm demeanor, but inside he was a mess. His heart was going miles a minute, and his thoughts never stopped running.

You laughed softly as your eyes couldn’t help but gaze at his features. How red his face got. How his lips turned a bit thinner when he was thinking as you both talked about the common things. The way his hands moved as he explained something.

Riddle was the same way. When you talked, he noticed so many mannerisms that you used, like having to pause to think, and he grew to adore that silence every time it happened. The way your eyes noticed the smallest movements, how that caught your attention so easily, and- wow, he was feeling his heart wanting to burst.

As you both enjoyed pastries and tea together, laughing and talking in your own little worlds, you noticed that there was a small stain of whipped cream on the corner of his mouth. You suddenly excused yourself before standing up.

He looked at you a bit confused as he watched you move over to his side and lean down. Your finger gently wiped the cream off and you licked it off your finger, and all Riddle could do was sit in his chair, almost like a statue.

His face turned red as soon as he processed what just happened, eyes wide, and mouth slightly agape at the sight. Not to mention, you were suddenly so close to him. But that little gesture was making his mind run a mile per minute.

It was a bit awkward as he’s blushing like crazy, but soon after finishing you both leave. By this time, the afternoon was turning into mid sunset, and the sky was clear shades of orange and pink all over.

You both walked around the streets to look at display cases, and laughed while running down the walking paths with one another. Time had passed by suddenly as, shortly after, the door of your dormitory was right in front of you.

You stopped at the last light post and Riddle followed suit after, but he didn’t let go of your hand for a moment.

“So… Is there a next time?” He asked as his voice was tender and curious, but in a way that showed that interest that he was trying to hide. You playfully thought about his question before responding, giving him a false look just to tease him.

“Definitely. Does next week sound good? Oh! And, I’ll choose the place.” You gave him a smile as you could feel your face suddenly heat up. “Oh- alright! Then- have a good night. Sleep well.” After that, he waited as you went to turn in for the night, and then he went off on his own.

Riddle walked casually towards his room and carefully closed his door before he fell face first onto his bed. Trey was getting ready to turn in for the night when he suddenly jumped from hearing a loud scream. “Wow… was it that bad…?” He mumbled to himself.

You suddenly heard your phone ding from a message and it was from Cater.

“What did you do to him?”

“What? Nothing?”

“Nothing!?!? Huh!?”

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solarwindswriting · 2 years

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Unholy

Pairing: Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x PopStar!Reader

Word Count: 2600+

Summary: Inspired by Unholy By Sam Smith and Kim Petras. As promotion for their newest album, Y/n revealed a mysterious hint at one of the songs true meanings. Enji Todoroki starts to quietly panic at this vague reveal by the young singer. Hawks is all too ready to fan the flames of Pro Hero Endeavor’s insecurities.

Warnings: Playful hitting, alcohol consumption, marriage affair, the use of Mx. (feel free to input whatever preferred)

A/N: Reader is gender neutral! Let me know if you like this story or not. Definitely a new direction in my writing style. Some bold decisions were made on my part. Still suoer not familiar with Endeavor as a love interest so sorry for anything that's OOC.

“Pop Sensation Y/n L/n confirms their new song Unholy is about a Pro Hero who acted as a Sugar Daddy for them, but won’t say who. Could it be one of their classmates from UA? We’ll talk about our predictions after this commercial break,” the tabloid anchor spilled before jumping to a commercial for toothpaste.

They laughed, popping a grape into their mouth. Y/n’s phone was blowing up with their friends’ names as well as the man in question's. The ‘news’ plastered on every tabloid in Japan was the same story and Y/n could almost cackle at how easy it was to rile the feathers of so many people so easily. As if on queue, a red feather whipped around their shared kitchen, tickling Y/n’s nose before finding hawks’ wing again.

“If I knew being your roommate meant being bombarded by paparazzi asking who you’re fucking, I wouldn’t have signed that lease,” Keigo complained, taking a grape from the bag in front of Y/n and leaning with his back to the counter. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to have the interesting sex life.”

“Maybe if…” Y/n started, leaning forward and blocking their bag of grapes from him, “if you left the apartment for something other than hero work, you would.”

Y/n’s phone lit up and started to buzz on the marble countertop. Keigo looks at it and smirks.

“So, when are you going to tell him?” Keigo chuckles, seeing Shoto Todoroki’s contact photo on Y/n’s phone.

“Tell him what?” Y/n asks, silencing the phone and sliding it into their pocket.

“You’re joking, right? That you’re fucking his dad.” Keigo’s voice became more serious the more he spoke, “kid’s like your best friend. I know I’d be pissed if my crush from high school was fucking my dad.”

“Aww, you’d have a crush on me if we went to school together? That’s so sweet. But I thought you were gay?” Y/n chuckles, picking up their bowl of grapes and walking towards the couch.

“Oh, don’t give me that. I’m a bi icon and you know it,” Keigo follows close behind.

“I’m not going to tell him, just like I’m not going to tell the tabloids! I’ll do what I always planned; send a group text to my friends that I made it up for publicity!” Y/n shrugged, sitting down and turning up the tv.

“Why do you even watch these shows? They’re all lies,” Keigo rolls his eyes as he tries to reach around Y/n to steal the remote.

Y/n snatches the remote and sends him a fake glare, “this is how I keep up with my friends from school. I use it as an opener when texting them. ‘Hey, Izuku! Is it true Ochaco is pregnant?’ It works every time.”

“Why can’t you just text ‘hey’?” Keigo questions.

Y/n gives him a look of disgust before speaking, “you want me to start a conversation with just hey? Like some kind of psychopath?”

Y/n’s phone had fallen between the cushions and started to buzz again. Keigo grumbles, digging into the couch and pulling out the phone. He answers it without looking at the screen and before Y/n can snatch it.

“Y/n can’t come to the phone right now, Todoroki. Can I take a message?” Keigo asked irritated.

Keigo’s feathers puff out and his eyes go wide at the deep voice that responds, “please give the phone to Mx. Y/l/n. I have something I must discuss with them.”

Keigo quickly recovers with a smirk, looking Y/n in the eyes as he spoke, “not the Todoroki I thought was calling. What can I do for you on this fine day, Endeavor?”

Y/n began to panic, not knowing how to avoid Enji now. Keigo leaned back on the couch, listening intently to the man on the phone, and getting comfortable. An occasional yeah or mmhm would come from him, but that was all he was telegraphing.

“Yeah, I hear you, Man. Volume isn’t the issue here. The problem is that they aren’t here to even take a phone call. They left their phone in the apartment by accident in their rush out the door. You know how Y/n can be. Always the forgetful one,” Keigo smoothly says, saving Y/n's proverbial ass from having to talk to him before changing the topic. “I noticed you called them a few times. Is there a reason you’re calling one of your son's best friends?”

Y/n’s hand found their mouth as a fearful squeak comes from them. Keigo knew exactly what he was doing. Keigo laughs as he pulls the phone away from his ear and holds the phone out to Y/n. The phone still said call ended for a split second before going black.

“He hung up on me, the dick. He totally knows I know now,” Keigo still chuckled as he turned back towards the tv.

Y/n hit Keigo in the back of the head with their phone.

“What the fuck was that? Don’t pick up my phone if you’re not even going to look at the caller id!” Y/n scolded.

Keigo swore he could see steam shoot from Y/n’s ears. He held out his hand. Y/n slapped the remote into his hand, glaring as they readjusted and faced the tv again.

“Hey, some guy named Enji Todoroki called you. Said something about it being urgent?” Keigo said casually, flipping through channels.

Y/n slapped his arm causing him to laugh and push their shoulder.

“No, but seriously…” Keigo starts. “Does he always do that old person thing where he’s always slightly yelling into the phone? Because he does that to me too, and I gotta know.”

Y/n rolls their eyes, pouting as Keigo starts a movie.

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“So, Y/n, your secret is safe with me,” the talk show hoost starts, “Who’s the song about?”

Y/n chuckles lightly and they spoke casually, “my secret is safe on live television? You think me a fool.”

“D’awe. You can’t blame a host for trying!” He speaks directly to the camera.

The crowd laughs.

“After this, we bring Pro Hero Hawks out to the couch!” The host says to the camera and applause from the audience.

With applause, the show returns from commercial, and Keigo is bounding from backstage to center, waving at the audience and sending a few tactical winks at a few women. He finally finds his seat next to Y/n after shaking the host’s hand.

“Pro Hero Hawks! How have you been since last we saw you?” The host starts, tapping his notecards on his knee.

“I’ve been good but busy! Climbing the hero charts was easy, staying up there is difficult with all the new hero blood out there,” Keigo laughs, sipping the whiskey from the glass that had been placed for him during the commercial.

“You’re right! Last year's newest heroes from UA High came to the scene with numbers under their belts already! You and Y/n share an apartment, correct? Any of their old UA friends loiter in your apartment?” The host prys.

Keigo and Y/n both know what the host is trying to infer.

Keigo laughs again, “I wish Y/n would bring friends over. I’m beginning to think they don’t actually have any friends. If you’re trying to get me to spill on their secrets, I can give you this: it never happened in the apartment…”

Murmurs wash over the crowd.

Keigo continues with a smirk, “And I do know who it is.”

Y/n is quick to respond with a smile, “I swear, you can’t tell a Pro Hero anything. They can’t keep a secret to save their lives. I told Deku who my first kiss was and he immediately told Uravity who told Pinky who told the rest of our grade by lunch!”

“Oooh, who was this first kiss of yours with?” The host leans forward in curiosity.

“Oh, he’s going to kill me for saying this,” Y/n exhaled before taking a long sip from their glass. Y/n smiled proudly and spoke with confidence, “Pro Hero DynaMight.”

The crowd whoops and hollers at Y/n’s loud whisper. The host is fanning himself with his note cards.

“Now, that’s some juicy gossip! Where you his first kiss too?” The host questions.

“If 17-year-old Katsuki Bakugo is to be believed, then yes,” Y/n chuckles.

“Okay, even I didn’t know this!” Keigo feigns hurt.

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“I don’t care what kind of relationship you have with them, Endeavor,” Keigo drawls, flying next to Endeavor above the city. “What I care about is how that little fireball weaseled its way into your wallet. I’m trying to learn how they do it so I can scam some old guy too.”

Enji groaned, “don’t you have somewhere better to be, Hawks?”

“Nope! The commission wants to see us interacting friendly with each other out in public. So here I am!” Keigo smirked.

“I would hardly call this friendly,” Enji responds, landing on a nearby rooftop.

Keigo followed suit and continued, “oh, come on. I’m just playing. Stop stressing over it or you’ll do something stupid like tell the press yourself! No one suspects you. The main prediction right now is actually your youngest. So, how much did you give her in that NDA?”

Enji ignored him, taking off back into the sky.

---

“6.7 million??” Keigo gawked at his roommate through the mirror in the bathroom they were sharing.

Y/n looked up from their sink station, “yeah, he also made it clear he wasn’t cutting off our ‘normal meetings.’ The man really talks like an old-timey Sheriff.”

“So,” Keigo starts, taking a flat iron to his hair, styling it just so, “where are you taking me to keep me quiet?”

“Without an apartment, if you tell anyone. Remember, you’re living here for free,” Y/n reminds him, adjusting their own hair for their night out.

“I am unloved,” Keigo sighs loudly, the back of his free hand finding his forehead.

“Don’t be a drama queen. I’ll take you out for dinner next week,” Y/n suggests.

“Careful, they’ll think I’m the one you’re sleeping with,” Keigo counters, laughing while pulling on his jacket and heading toward the front door.

Y/n pretends to throw up at the thought of his comment. They grabbed their own jacket, putting what they’d need into their jean pockets. Y/n’s phone buzzes on the coffee table as the two left the bathroom. The two look at each other before both lunging for the phone. Keigo grabs it and flies off the ground in the high vaulted apartment and out of Y/n’s reach. He unlocks Y/n’s phone and looks at the text.

Keigo laughs while reading it out loud, “‘Are you awake?’ Is this guy for real? Man is married with children and still texting like this? Real catch, this one.”

A phone call from the flame hero came in. Keigo tosses Y/n’s phone down to them. Y/n narrowly catches it and answer’s the call.

“Hello, Mr. Todoroki. How are you doing?” Y/n starts into the phone.

“Oh. Is there someone there? I can call back when they leave. When is that?” Enji’s voice is as stiff as ever as he questions Y/n.

“I’ll actually be busy all night so I can’t talk business. You’re welcome to send an email to my agent. I’m sure she’ll respond at her soonest convenience,” Y/n shifted into a sickenly sweet young professional voice.

Keigo watched as Y/n tried to blow off whatever plans Endeavor was trying to set up. Enji paused for a long time, causing Y/n to believe they lost signal. Keigo laughs, shaking his head and grabbing his keys as he lands.

“Hello? Mr. Todoro-” Y/n was cut off by the man on the phone.

“Who are you with?” Enji interrupts, slight irritation in his voice.

Y/n’s disposition falters and Keigo looks at them confused as to what’s wrong.

“Um, I don’t see how who I am with is of concern to you, Mr. Todoroki.” Y/n speaks carefully, sliding on their shoes by the door.

“Are you going out with my son tonight?” Enji attempts to ask casually.

“Yes, I’m going out with him and a bunch of our friends for my birthday. Did you forget that was today?” Y/n quizzed, raising an eyebrow at Keigo.

The duo leaves the apartment. Keigo struggled to contain his laughter as he locked the apartment door behind them.

“Are any of them with you know? Do they know who you’re speaking to?” He continues to grill.

“No, just Hawks. Why? Do you want to take to him,” Y/n looks over and makes eye contact with Keigo who shakes his head furiously from side to side.

“No, that won’t be necessary. Call me when you are home.” Enji demands.

“I probably won’t be home until the early hours of the nigh-” Y/n was cut off again.

“You heard me,” Enji hung up the phone before they could respond.

Y/n scoffed, shoving their phone in their pocket. Keigo laughed at his close friend.

“He’s down bad. It’s kind of gross,” Keigo quips.

---

The two arrived at the nightclub together. Keigo threw his keys toward the valet boy who caught them easily. They enter the loud club, making their way to the back VIP tables. Paparazzi had been clipping photos since they stepped out of Keigo’s sports car. News of the Y/n’s birthday party spread like wildfire and the club was soon twice as packed with fans hoping to brush shoulders with any of the start-studded guests.

“So!” Miruko yelled over the crowd, gaining the attention of Mina, Y/n, and Denki, “who are you sleeping with?”

“I already told you! I lied about that!” Y/n yelled back.

“Well, we don’t believe you!” Denki laughs, handing each of them another shot.

Y/n laughs, before downing the shot with their friends.

It's nearly 2am when a commotion could be heard across the club and the whole VIP section looks over to see an especially irritated looking Enveavor being swarmed by fans.

“Hey, Shoto! Why’s your dad here? You out past curfew?” Katsuki yells over to Shoto.

“No idea,” Shoto responds at a normal volume, eyebrows stitched together.

Y/n looks from Shoto to his father to find the latter already looking at them. Y/n quickly looks away and pretends like they hadn’t seen him and takes another round of shots, this time with Katsuki and Hawks. Katsuki was standing behind Y/n as the three talked around one of the standing tables, his chin resting on their left shoulder, and his hand resting on their right hip.

---

Endeavor watched Y/n stand and leave to another table and how one of his son's school friends was practically hanging off them. He started to make his way across the club, wading through the thick crowd of people before being stopped in the center of the dance floor by his son.

“Why are you here, Endeavor?” Shoto asks calmly.

Endeavor froze. He hadn’t thought that far. He sudden;y found himself lost in a crowd of people thinking about why exactly he was there. He surely couldn’t say he was here for Y/n. Or that them being surrounded by tons of strangers who could potentially whisk them away scared him. And least of all say any of that to his son.

“There is a mission we have to attend to immediately and you weren’t answering your phone,” Endeavor lied through his teeth.

“I’m too inebriated to work. I will attend to whatever you need of me in the morning.” Shoto bargains.

Endeavor gave a short nod, turning back towards the entrance. For a moment, he pauses at the door, looking over his shoulder to find Y/n’s eyes on him once again. He left without speaking a word to them, but showing up like that was a message enough.

#enji todoroki x reader #Endeavor x reader #mha #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #IT'S HAPPENING #I DID IT #solarwindswriting #pro hero endeavor #enji todoroki

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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year

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The Way They Love Their Drinks

Characters: Neteyam, Lo’ak, Ao’nung, GN!reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 760

Summary: Headcanons about these characters’ hot drinks. Modern AU, aged-up characters. Think like early 20’s

Warning: none :)

Tags: @love-me-a-good-prompt, thank you for write such a creative prompt.

Taglist & Masterlist

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Neteyam

In general, Neteyam loves coffee with 3 sugars and one cream

He attempted to drink it black like Jake but he couldn't take the bitterness and briefly feared for his father’s sanity

He loves coming to your apartment to make it because “your coffee machine is just so much better what can I say?”

He wasn’t wrong. The coffee machine was a house warming gift from your mother. It was one of those fancy coffee makers that you didn’t know exactly how it work with all of its different functions and buttons.

Sometimes, if it’s a calm day you will put on a random playlist of songs you both like and he’ll make the coffee.

But mostly Neteyam likes to have his coffee after his morning run with you and drinks outta that one cup you brought from a souvenir shop a decade ago

He has grown weirdly attached to the cup too. Like he wouldn’t drink any coffee if it wasn’t out of that cup and would spend an ungodly amount of time looking for it

It’s weird but you find it cute how childish he could be

Especially when he’s so mature about everything else in his life

Once in a while, he’ll drink hot chocolate with whip cream and a dash of cinnamon to top it off

If it’s a chilly day outside and you guys were inside, just enjoying the other’s company. The relaxed atmosphere added with the warm sugary drink made everything just feel right

It’s one of Neteyam’s favorite days, where he could just be, just exist

Whenever he drinks hot chocolate, he’ll get a whipped cream mustache that you’ll tease him about even after he licks it off his mouth

Lo’ak

Hot chocolate lover all the way

He’s only drinking tea if he’s sick, and coffee if he’s exhausted

And you know it’s bad if he’s drinking coffee because of how much he hates the taste against his tongue

No matter how much creamer, milk, or sugar he puts into the drink, it retains its bitter taste. He has no idea how his parents or Neteyam can drink it with no problem. Every time he wonders about their sanity

On your 2nd date, you and him stumbled into this Mom and Pop store that sells unique flavors of hot chocolate

You were hesitant to try it just like you were hesitant to go on a date just aimlessly walking until something “feels right”

Lo’ak, however, went right up to the counter with no hesitation with a smile on his face and ordered based on what “sounded good”

He ordered Fluffernutter hot chocolate with peanut butter and marshmallow inside while he got you a Red Velvet hot chocolate. It was the only “tame” options on the chalk board menus that decorated the walls of the homey shop

He was impulsive like that. Something you love and hate about him because how many situations he gets in

Surprisingly the drinks were really good. While the thought is definitely something people would protest, somehow it tastes heavenly

The red velvet and the hot chocolate flavors mix deliciously in your mouth together

The shop easily became a go-to for the both of you

Sometimes Lo’ak goes alone to get some peace and quiet or just needs a pick me up in the form of warm mug filled with sweetness

Ao’nung

You would be surprised but he loves himself some tea

Blame his mother for the addiction

Whenever his family was sick with something his mother would go into the kitchen and make some tea for them to drink

It worked like magic everytime

Though eventually, Ao’nung found himself drinking tea even if he wasn’t sick. His favorite is green tea because of how calming it is and the health benefits too

When he drinks the warm beverage, the warmth travels down his throat and soothes him to his very soul

Takes him back to a simpler time when he could be himself unapologetically, and all of these expectations weren’t suffocating him

He will die before he lets anyone knows because he knows it’s not what people think of him

And he cares what people think about him but when you found out

People make assumptions about him and when they think of him, college basketball player, it’s not a tea drinker. Maybe a energy drink after a long game to regain energy but not green tea to calm his nerves

You were in this little shop that sells teas, loose and bagged ones one day. Then you saw him carrying a shopping basket with tea boxes filled to the brim walking into the aisle you were randomly wandering in

He tried to avoided you but you quickly caught up to him. You were friends with his sister Tsireya and became sorta-friends with Rotxo, so you guys were used to being in the same room.

When he told you why he was in the shop, you didn’t judge him nor laugh at him like Ao’nung expected you to. You were surprised he loved tea because he didn’t seem like the type to

You two have been a lot closer through your shared love for tea. Trading secrets, giving recommendations, trying out new tea shops or restaurants together, sometimes with friends and sometimes just you two

Because of this new found connection, you guys got a lot closer in terms of friendship. Ao’nung let you in on why he felt the need to shut this part of himself out, to not let anyone but family and close friends know

It was hard work and there were many setbacks but eventually, you helped Ao'nung get to a place where he didn't care about what others thought of him. Not caring if they thought that his interest or hobbies fitted the cookie-cutter mold they put him in.

Eventually, those outings grew from friendly hangouts to romantic dates

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kurosstuff · 1 year

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PLeAse! oh hi.

Everyone ignored this request idk why bUT

Okay, we are one and only maid at Beneviento and we are in love obviously. Somehow an assasin or sorts tried to kill Donna, but we prevented it. And now every lord thinks we are a traitor. Some tragedy, some drama, some torture if you will.

I love this request so much?? I didn't add Salvatore cause idk how to write him- at all so- sorry about that! And I may have forgotten Heisenberg until I reread this- SO um sorry!

Sorry this took so long to write

SO REREADING THE REQUEST I FORGOT YOU SAID MAID- IM SORRY. If you want me to rewrite it tell me

Warning(s): failed assassination(is that a warning idk); torture methods- gore- fluff then angst. Some hints/thoughts of su***de- BUT never actually talked about just hinted!! Slightly detailed leading up to death?. Noose mentioning

Y/N used

Donna Beneviento x Reader: Bad Choices

Every month during a big commission- Donna will stay in her workshop. Working herself dry- until she passes out from hunger or exhaustion. Or both. She'd kick Angie out to make sure there's no distractions. So she can do her work in peace.

That's where you came in

"Donna love" you called out knocking on the door "please come rest" Donna smiled softly putting her almost finished doll down.

"Alright"

Stubborn as she is she can't help but agree- she wouldn't want you to grow concerned for her during this time. Placing the paintbrush down she set the doll on a shelf to dry- grabbing a Towel she whipped her hands before turning towards you. Smiling softly her face full of devotion and love- walking towards you she linked her arm with yours

"I believe a nap would do wonders on my mind my dear" Donna spoke softly- Angie running about in the small distance like a toddler would on a playground- but more wild.

"I can't help but agree"

It took three minutes to get Angie to take a nap- the last one minute ended with a bribe. Bake cookies and watch whatever movie she picks out- can the doll eat? No. Does that stop her? Also no. If Angie could she'd currently be drooling in her bed at the thought of the cookies- even though she can't taste it.

Another three minutes spent taking the time to get ready for the nap. Taking turns brushing the others hair while giggling about whatever was on your minds. That all ended in bed- Donna curled into your side her arm stretched out to wrap you into a warm embrace

"I love you"

"I love you more dear"

A noise woke the dollmaker up. A creaking sound down the hall- the light sleeper she's known for any noise would awaken her. Yawning softly Donna carefully pulled herself away from your arms. Stopping to make sure you didn't wake up.

Angie must have gotten up again.

Standing up Donna stretched her back popped in a satisfying way before grabbing heryour jacket zipping it up she rubbed her face sleepily. Out of habit grabbing her veil to a wear without a thought. Walking out of the bedroom she started down the hall to the kitchen- only place Angie could be at this hour.

Donna stopped before she turned the corner- even mostly asleep she still felt something off about tonight. She turned to look interesting living room in deep thought. A slow chill swept over her as she did. Her eye caught the window still open- the current blowing gently from the wind. Huffing she walked over closing and locking it

"Can't believe we forgot to clo-" she stopped. No one's been in this room since yesterday. Her heart pounded harshly against her chest. Before she could even yell a fist collided into the side of her head- blinking she couldn't do anything but fall- looking up her ears rang- burned in pain. She looked terrified at the man infront of her- standing up wobbly from the shock and hit to the head- Donna blinked her mind racing. Thinking quickly she screamed out loud- bloody murder in hopes to wake you up- her dolls slowly waking up to come to her rescue.

She only hoped you'd be safe

Slamming into Donna the man didn't give her anymore time to think as he pulled his knife out to stab her- almost successfully doing so if you didn't yank him off sending a punch his way. Donna screamed her dolls finally flying off from where they peacefully laid stabbing the man in his legs and back. Blood was spilled only driving him to even more violence- slashing infront of him wildly he caught your stomach gaining mad once you back up holding your stomach bleeding out.

"NO! PLEASE GET OUT"

Donna sobbed grabbing her scissors to hopefully to scare him off. He barely budged when the shears dug into his shoulder. "Fucking freak" he barked out rushing forward yanking Donna's by her veil pulling it off. He grimaced disgusted by what he saw. An imperfection. Before he grinned. He saw the look of horror in her face when he saw her- the real her.

"You really are a freak ain't ya? Fucking disgusting" pulling his knife from his side out he whipped it on his bloodied shirt. "Here. I'll be nice. Don't wanna look? Don't have to if your blind" cackling to himself Donna cried begging him to let go. Reaching his hand up he struck down missing by just a kick- his aim landing onto Donna's side causing her to scream wildly. Her anxiety spiking- your vision blurred you sprung forward yelling.

Everything became a mush of blood and yelling. You weren't sure what was happening exactly just aware you were fighting him off still. Everything became woozy from the blood loss before everything became black. You fell with a thud.

The last thing you heard was a scream

Waking up your body was sore. Everything hurt- like you were thrown into something hard. You shivered- it took a moment before everything cleared up. Blinking you looked around confused. A cell. A cold wet cell. You were in a cell. Sitting up you hissed in pain- looking down you took note of the bloodied shirt cut up showing stabbed wounds from the fight with the-

Donna

Fear

Footsteps came down the hall- clicking of heels. The only one you could think of that owned these types of cells. Lady Dimitrescu. Bending down she entered the cell. One look at her face and you knew.

She was pissed

"W-wait what happened to Donn-" "Don't you dare say her name" your face stung. You looked up at Lady Dimitrescu in confusion before realizing. She slapped you grabbing you by your hair she dragged you out of the cell.

"Ow-" a glare sent your way you thought it would be wise to keep silent.

"How dare you. Use her in such a way. Made her believe-" sucking in her breath. The tall lady yanked you up throwing you into a chair. "You disgust me. She loved you."

"I lov-"

"Don't fucking lie to me. I saw it. The blood all around her. The knife in your hand." Blinking tearfully you recalled the events. The knife in your hand...? Oh god

"No you've got it wrong I- I'd never hurt her-"

"But she is."

Your blood ran cold. "Sh- she is? Will she be ok?" Lady Dimitrescu scuffed in disgust but other wise didn't say anything nor did she give you any comfort by ramming you into anything she could possibly pass in the halls. Each corner burned as the gashes on you opened again- bleeding badly.

The cold wet tiles under you did nothing to help you- the broken glass from whatever used to be there didn't either. Just added to your current injury. As you were being dragged off you thought. Why was she behaving like you did something? Like you hurt Donna? You'd never do such a thing.

Not her.

Never her.

"Mother Miranda wants to see you" Lady Dimitrescu spoke her voice full of disgust. Sending a glare your way to warn you of any speaking out of turn. "If it were up to me if feed you to those annoying pests out there. But unluckily for you Mother Miranda wants to see you for what you did."

A door opened and the next thing you knew you were tossed into the room Mother Miranda stood her back towards you. Dread filled you. Something bad was about to happen and you had no idea what it could be. Lady Dimitrescu stood directly behind you pushing you to kneel aggressively. She waited until your gaze fell to the ground.

"Mother Miranda i have brought the... traitor" she spoke clearing her throat. Her voice boomed unlike the usual calm almost respectful she spoke with venom. Venom laced in her voice because it was spoken about you. To Mother Miranda of all people.

Looking up was a mistake

Finally turned around, Mother Miranda stared into your eyes. Cold eyes stared into yours through her mask. You couldn't exactly make out what she could be feeling given her mask but. You could tell she wasn't happy. She was pissed.

"Y/N." Mother Miranda spoke after a while of just staring silently. "What do you have to say for yourself." It was no question. But a demand. When you didn't speak, Lady Dimitrescu grabbed you - her nails dug into your shoulders harshly. Yanking you forward towards Mother Miranda. You still sat kneeled infront of her

"Are you aware of the accusations placed upon you? By Lady Dimitrescu herself. The proof." That you did it left unsaid, but you were more than aware of what she left out. Mother Miranda clicked her tongue in annoyance. It became silent. No noise, even from behind you. She stepped forward. Her heels clicking as she goes towards you. Stopping in front of you, Mother Miranda leaned down close to your ear

"No one hurts my child and gets away with it. Not when I have anything to say about it." You froze in fear. Pissing the Lord's off is one thing - terrifying in its own right but making Mother Miranda mad? You'd much rather deal with anything else than whatever horrors you'll face.

"Time to make an example of you."

The rare sleep - if you weren't getting hit. Punched. Choked - it was painful. The only relief of it was when you were knocked out during it all. But waking up bloodied and in pain? The worst type of pain

"Come on. Get up" a harsh hit to your bloodied stomach woke you from your sleep. Looking up you looked at Lady Dimitrescu silently too tired to ask- and knowing better then doing so.

"It's time," she smirked her face dark. "How I've waited for this day." Yanking you up without a word, she dragged you down the hall. Only difference was that she was being careful. Too careful- it sent a shiver down your spine at what she could be planning now. Blinking your face hit the floor. Looking up you saw yet again Mother Miranda sitting in a chair this time infront of you.

You stayed silent

"I've been thinking. Long and hard about a fitting punishment for you, " like the treatment you were being given wasn't even a punishment. Humming she mumbled to herself. Standing up Mother Miranda cleared her thoat

Missing what she said, you let yourself be carried away - unsure of what was happening. No one was telling you anything. No one was believing you. The cold stares of disgust in everyone's face made you want to vomit. What happened to Donna? Why did they think it was you.

Everything went black. Everything was muffled. The voices around you talked yet you couldn't figure out what anyone was saying- hands roughly yanking you up causing you to hiss at the pain. Your body hurt. Everything hurt.

"What better yet to make sure this won't happen again then.. to make it public?"

"What?" Donna froze, staring at Alcina- her face paled at what she just said - at the realization. "they didn't do this."

The two of them sat in silence after you left. Mother Miranda moved to sit in her chair again. Rubbing her forehead in exhaustion. "Seeing them brings me great pain from what they've done to my daughter." She spoke "my daughter. She hurt them"

With a buff from her cigarette holder, Lady Dimitrescu looked over. "They deserve what's coming to them. Tricking poor Donna only to betray her.. it's sick" they both agreed silently that it was sick- the thought of gaining trust- making the person fall in love- waiting until their guard was down to attempt murder-? What a sick thought.

Footsteps echoed down the hall rushing towards the door they were in. Mother Miranda stood in attempt to compose herself. A maid rushed in before anyone could ask she hurriedly panted out

"Lady Beneviento is awake!"

Without a word, they rushed out of the room to the one down the hall- opening it there laid Donna covered in bandages- laying their looking more refeshed than when she was brought in practically on deaths doorstep. Looking up she smiled at them

"Donna!" Rushing to her, they started checking her over, ensuring her injuries were better than before - and to their delight they were, they both spoke at the same time unable to keep up Donna let them continue for a couple minutes more glancing at the door every now and again

"My dear sweet daughter-" Mother Miranda spoke reaching over she cradling her face gently to look her in the eye.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes mother"

"Did you get enough rest?"

"Yes mother"

"You can get more- you only slept for about 3 weeks"

"No m- wait." Donna stopped, causing the two to look at her - actually look at her. They noticed how drained she looked while looking refreshed - how she kept looking at the door

"Don't worry. The one who hurt you will not be coming back" Alcina spoke reassuringly. Nodding towards her Donna looked at the door.

"That's not who I'm wondering about.." seeing their confused faces- it cause worry to sink in.

".. where's Y/N?" The room became silent. Mother Miranda hummed at the fleeting thought of what was to come to them. She cleared it up

"We took that traitor in"

Donna looked over, confused - Alcina cleared her throat. "After they failed at killing you, I took them to my celler," she attempted to clear it up.

Silence filled the room. The two lords stared in silence- Mother Miranda stood frozen for another time. Guilt filled them. Terror of what would eventually come. The signs pointed at you being the one who attempted to kill her- Donna.

"What did you do."

But it was wrong

They were wrong.

They just hoped they can make it in time. Before it's too late.

The three of them raced down the hall as fast as they could. Alcina barked out orders for any passing by maids. "GET OUT OF THE WAY OR YOU'LL BE THE NEXT WINE" is a threat no one wants to hear from their lady nonetheless. Everyone hurried out of their way if they didn't Want to be crushed.

Throwing the doors open, the three of them raced down the stairs and to the town - it was a shock to the townspeople to see two Lords running wildly like they were fearful much less their own Goddess. One look at Mother Miranda and everyone decided it'd be best to stay out of this. But the look on her face sent fear into their hearts.

Panting from the run, Donna looked around helplessly, with no sign of you anywhere until she heard cheering. Looking to the left of her down the side between the bakery and some random house stood a crowd. A cheering crowd. A weird feeling crept into Donna's stomach and up her throat - like the feeling of throwing up but not.

She didn't know why she felt that way until she heard what they were saying exactly

"KILL THEM"

"TRAITOR TRAITOR!!"

The three of them pushed through the crowd, who became quiet upon seeing them. Donna gasped. There, in the middle of the crowd, sat a small stage. One used for plays - entertainment. This was no normal entertainment. It was a sick form of one. A sick, twisted thought of entertainment. A sick punishment.

A public execution.

There you stood. On a chair. Arms tied behind your back. They at least gave you the privacy of covering your face. A noose wrapped around your neck. It dawned on them on what was about to happen

"I ORDER YOU TO STOP," Mother Miranda yelled out. Everything froze like time slowed down. Donna caught sight of the one holding the rope let go.

They were too slow.

With a loud sickening crack, everything became silent. No words were spoken. No one moved. Then the cheering began- they rid the town of the one who dared harm their Lord.

The assassin failed to kill Donna themself. But where they failed- the lords and Mother Miranda helped. They unknowingly helped destroy Donna's will to live. Her spirit from what they've done to the one person who loved her what she was. Who she was.

Donna stood frozen - unsure of what she saw was real. Was it real? The pain in her chest felt real. The wettness on her cheek felt too real to be a nightmare. The realization kicked in- her lip quivered. Falling to her knees in a sob- a broken sob. Her breath hiccuping from her loud sobs- her screams of pain holding herself. Donna pushed into the ground- the words she spoke muffled from her sobs and ground. It was the loudest anyone's ever heard her.

They killed Donna in the worst way- a fate worse then death.

They took away her heart- her will to keep going. Donna lived for you- and now you're gone.

There's nothing anyone can do

#donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento #ill admit i had writers block for a bit but im here again!#resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil village x reader

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Jaskier and his Snuggly Wuggly Killing Machines Part 4

Jaskier woke up far too early. He woke up just as the sun started to grace the sky. He yawned and laid awake in his bed thinking about what the day would hold. His babies coming home. Maybe he could whip up something that they could eat right when they got home. Jaskier rolled out of his bed and threw his legs over the edge. He sat and looked down at his bare feet, he was only wearing a pair of old baggy basketball shorts.

‘Maybe the babes want some too… Maybe they’d like some fruit when they arrive? A good healthy snack…’ Jaskier thought to himself as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He quickly ran through his routine, teeth, hair, stretch, coffee. He stood in his kitchen for a moment. The sun’s warm orange rays flowing through the french doors that opened up to the patio.

After a moment to finish his cup of coffee the star decided that he might as well make a nice big bowl of cut fruit for the babies when they arrive. He was going to cut some up anyway for his oatmeal. He still had… three hours before he should even leave. So he stood and dug through his fridge pulling out this and that until he had a few bowls full of… just about every fruit he had. Cantaloupe, pomegranate, banana, strawberry, blueberries, grapes, blackberries, watermelon, and a few others. He knew he should keep some away from others so he had four bowls.

Jaskier ate his own breakfast and thought about what the boys will think of the house- their home. Maybe they won’t like it… Maybe they won’t like living with hi- Dumbass they already love you. Fucking idiot.

Jaskier cut his own anxious thought off. The witchers already liked him.

Soon enough Jaskier was showered, blow dried, and dressed. One hour. Jaskier tried to get everything perfect. Each bed had a set of nice clean clothes set on top of the blankets, underwear, pajama pants, shirt, cozy oversized sweater. In the bathroom sat three perfectly coordinated caddy baskets and fluffy clean bath sheets, ready for when the boys come home for their first baths. In the fridge sat four bowls of nice healthy sweet snacks. Jaskier even thought about what movie they could watch. Maybe something classic like Alice in Wonderland or The Little Mermaid or or maybe Mary Poppins! Maybe something newer like Toy Story or Raya and The Last Dragon or (one of Jaskier’s favorites) Frozen. He could ask the boys what kind of movie they would like.

Finally the time rolled around. Time to go get his babies. Jaskier tried not to run to his soon to be packed Lexus but he really couldn’t help but half skip his way to the garage. He couldn’t wipe the wide grin from his face if he tried. That smiled didn’t falter a single time as he hastily made his way to the center. He skipped through the sliding doors and all the way up to the front desk where an older woman whom he’d never seen before sat.

“Hello dear! It’s so nice to see someone so young so happy this early in the morning! How can I help you, son?” The elder woman asked as she smiled brightly up at Jaskier. Jaskier popped his elbows up on the counter and rested his head on his fists that were straight up in the air.

“Oh I’m here to pick up my babies! I’ve never been happier in my life! Three wee witchers should be ready to be picked up by moi, Julian Alfred Pankratz. I have their papers, receipt for the fees, and I should be getting a full medical mock up.” Jaskier said and pulled out the papers. The lady smiled and nodded as she typed on the computer. She read for a moment before giving Jaskier the kindest smile. It was so much more real than the consumer service one she was using before.

“You’re adopting Lambert and his brothers I see… They’re waiting for you in the back, I’ll have them brought out. It’s nice to finally see someone taking those poor little ones home. They’ve been here for a long time. Getting adopted by someone just to be given back for eating too much or not putting out . Now I don’t know you but just by lookin at cha.... I think you’re a good fit.” The lady said once she pressed a red intercom button at the desk announcing Jaskier’s arrival. Jaskier smiled back at her and nodded.

“Yeah they’ve mentioned that they’ve been… passed around from pound to rescue to center a few times. I have no plan whatsoever to ever rid myself of them. I actually already got them snacks and a bath prepared back at our home. I’m quite ex-” Jaskier was cut off my three sets of arms wrapping around him and the thundering sound of them running toward him.

“Oh babies! Come on, come on! Why don’t I hear… oh.” Jaskier was happy as can be but he didn’t hear anything. No happy noises or yips and he felt no kisses or licks. He pulled back and looked at his boys. Muzzles. Hateful leather contraptions that wrap around their heads and under their chins holding a piece of metal covered leather over their mouths.

Each boy a brief huff of air through their nose. Lambert looked like he’d been crying but happily bumped his head against Jaskier’s shoulders. Jaskier stared at their strapped up faces with sadness and disgust. How could you do something like this to such sweet babes… Geralt also bumped against Jaskier’s chest and then Eskel tried to nuzzle but the metal mouth bit blocked most of it.

“Come now pets. We’re leaving.” Jaskier said and looked back at the man who had escorted the boys out. He had a KetchAll stick and what looked like football guards on his arms and legs. Ridiculous. He swears if they hurt his babies on their last day there he would-

There was a loud whimpering all around him. He was holding tight on Geralt and Lamberts hands and Eskel was holding onto Geralt’s hand. Jaskier loosened his grip and looked back at the witchers. They all had tears running down their faces and as soon as Jaskier had eyes on him they all started to thrash their heads and claw at the muzzles.

“Okay, okay. We’re getting them off. Sh, sh, sh. Hold still baby. Hold still.” Jaskier said as he raced to his car and get the babies inside. He opened the back doors for Lambert and Geralt and popped the lock on the front on so Eskel could get in. They were all still whimpering. He had to get behind Geralt and unlock the three point clasp. Once Geralt got it off he threw it away from the car.

“They put those on us! We didn’t bite! We didn’t bite! They put them on last night! They’re bad, get ‘em off keep ‘em off!” Geralt sobbed and rubbed his face. Jaskier closed that door and hurried to Lambert.

Jaskier quickly pinched the clasp open and Lambert kicked the covering away and hugged Jaskier’s middle. “Don’t put it back, please.”

“I won’t baby. No more crying. You will never have another one of those horrendous things ever strapped to you ever again. Never ever, my honey sweet witchers. You’re too pretty to cover those lovely faces.” Jaskier told them as he finally got Eskel’s off. The oldest witcher took the straps and pulled on them so hard he looked as if he may pull a muscle before throwing it onto the ground with the others.

“Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou” Eskel said and rubbed his face all over Jaskier’s tummy as the singer rubbed his back.

“Sh, sh, sh, now witchers. Shush and dry your tears. It’s time to go home.” Jaskier said and immediately heard whoops and Geralt’s weird little happy noise. Maybe it was chattering or something like that. Didn’t matter anyway because all it was was Geralt’s happy noise.

“Going home! Going home! We’re going home Bear! Esk, Esk, Esk, We’re going home!” Lambert said happily and Jaskier could hear him purring. Jaskier started his almost overly full car and pulled away. Geralt’s happy noise, Lambert’s purring, and Eskel’s high whines never ended as they drove. Once they all seemed calmed down and they were only a few minutes from the house Jaskier spoke to them.

“I didn’t know if you would be hungry or too excited to eat but I went ahead and cut up a bunch of fruit and put a bunch of berries in a few bowls in the fridge so once we get there I’ll show you everything from the garage to the kitchen, you can eat a snack, and then I’ll show you the rest. Alright with that?” Jaskier asked at the smiling faces around him.

“Yes! I’m so hungry! I like fruit. Fruit is sweet and smells good.” Lambert stated and smiled and looked at Geralt. Eskel growled a bit and then-

“Love fruit! I like anything that’s not nasty baby food or yogurt! Fruit is my favorite!” Eskel said happily and Jaskier could see him wagging his tail even though it was trapped between him and the console.

“I like sweet stuff like fruit! I like grapes! I like umm jelly made out of the black berries! Yes jelly is my favorite!” Geralt said and the other two agreed. They were only a turn and a little bit from the house.

“Well I’m sure I have some jelly. Maybe after we get a nice bath and dinner we can have jelly on toast for dessert or a night snack before you brush your teeth. Now let me show you how to open the doors.” Jaskier said as he pulled up into the garage.

“Grass!”

“Dirt!”

“Can we be on the grass?” Lambert, Geralt, and Eskel say as they pass the nice green grassy yard before pulling into the garage. Jaskier laughed but it’s kinda sad. Those people had them locked away in that concrete and Kevlar padded room for so long without letting them outside…

“Yes darlings. But how about you go roll around some and then come back. You’ll love the backyard more than in front.” Jaskier says and then whistles shortly to get them to pay attention to his how-to on car doors.

All the boys crowded up to watch Jaskier pull the handle forward and then push open the door. Jaskier made sure to remind them to be gentle.

Geralt was the first one out and he ran toward the green lovely perfect grass. Next was Eskel and he joined his brother diving into the grass and rolling around, mouths open.

“Dadd- Jaskier! I can’t get it open… I’m sorry.” Lambert whined. Jaskier gasped a bit. He knew they would decide on a title eventually. He supposed daddy was okay. He did call them his babies. Jaskier popped open his door and opened up Lambert’s. The pet started to run and roll and laugh wonderfully with his brothers.

The three of them were quite the scene. The three of them, easy six hundred pounds all together, rolling and digging their hands into the earth and laughing boisterously. Their plain white shirts were now slightly green but Jaskier just watched and laughed and laughed. This was perfect. Perfect.

“Babies! Come back up here, you rascally little things!” Jaskier called which caused all three to run and race to where he stood on the front steps of his home- their home.

“Our house is big!” Geralt said as he looked up at the second floor windows, little did he know. Those were their windows. Their windows were all road facing.

“Yes it is! Big enough for me and three big chunky pets. Now I have the three pets, time to add the chunky part.” Jaskier said more to himself than the three as he unlocked the door. He wanted to wait a bit before telling the babes the passcode. Just to be safe.

The three behind him were wagging and their ears sat high and happy on the tops of their perfect heads. Jaskier opened the door and since the boys didn’t get shoes, he just said “wipe your feet” on the door mat as he slipped his sneakers off.

The boys all wiped their feet and walked through the small hallway into the main part of the house. They were all mouths open wide in awe. There was a big sparkly chandelier and grey wood floors and then the big staircase and the kitchen was so… full. Jaskier watched them all just kind of stay together and look around. They just looked and were quiet until Lambert spotted the doors that led to the backyard.

“WOAH!! Lookie! Lookie!” Lambert said as he raced to the doors and looked through the glass at the large backyard, the pool that was covered, and the small flower garden that encircled the porch.

The other two ran over and ‘ woah’ ed and ‘oh my gods’ ed. Then they all looked back at Jaskier and ran over and yep. Yep that’s not kissing. That is just licking. From Jaskier’s neck up to his forehead, to his hands and hair. They were all making the happiest little noises and their wagging tails were causing a gust of wind around his feet.

“Oh I love you too, my babies. Oh come on, too much. I might die of love overdose!” Jaskier said and giggled. Soon they calmed a bit and started to kiss and nuzzle. Lambert was the first one to hug him and rub his face in Jaskier’s neck.

“Iloveyoudaddy.” He said quickly and quietly. Eskel gasped and backed away and Geralt stared like Lambert had just said something terrible. Jaskier petted down his back and cooed lightly.

“I love you too, my sweet little kitty cat. What a sweet baby.” Jaskier said and kissed Lambert’s head. Geralt krept a bit closer and watched Jaskier be tender to their baby brother.

“I-I love you too...daddy. If that’s okay?” Geralt said and looked at Jaskier’s pretty eyes. He looked… young. Timid. Like a precious baby. Jaskier reached out one arm and brought Geralt to his side and let him nuzzle his neck.

“I love you too, my precious white wolf. My little bear.” Jaskier said and watched the stress, anxiety, and tension drop from Geralt’s poor shoulders. Jaskier smiled and rubbed their backs. He then looked over at Eskel who looked scared. He looked like was either going to run away or start cryi- he started crying and ran to Jaskier and wrapped his arms around him and his brothers.

“I love you too daddy! I love you too!” Eskel said, stuttering and saying through a river of tears and snot.

“Oh my wolf, my doll, my baby, I love you too. I love you all so much. Now let’s dry up the tears. You don't need to see daddy become a big blubbering mess right now. It’s a happy time! Now let’s get some snacks, hm?” Jaskier said and pulled away and just looked at his babies and took his sleeve and wiped Eskel’s face. They looked new, young, relaxed, like it all melted away. They all nodded and Jaskier made his way to the fridge and pulled it open. When he turned back the babes were all sitting crisscross on the floor.

“Silly babies come and sit at the counters. Hop up on the stools.” Jaskier said as he placed the four bowls up on the counter and watched the boys’ eyes get big and hungry and they each licked their lips. Jaskier got a few forks and spoons but when he turned around the witchers already had their hands in the bowls shoving the soft and sweet fruit into their mouths. They moaned from how good it was. So much food. So much food just for them. Jaskier giggled a bit as he watched. They were getting juice all over their faces.

Jaskier reached a fork over to pluck a piece of watermelon from one of the bowls and that caused the three to look up at him and watch him eat. Jaskier stood there and looked them right back in the eyes.

“What?” Jaskier said and smiled. Lambert and Eskel went back to eating. Who knew a man would share a bowl with… a pet. Nonetheless a witcher.

Geralt kept staring at him with big beautiful yellow eyes. They were like ambers in the sun, twinkling brightly.

“Daddy, you’re pretty when you eat. You should have more.” Geralt finally said and pushed the bowl he was just scarfing down toward the man. Lambert nodded and pushed the two bowls he had. Eskel shoved his bowl along with Lambert’s. Jaskier held his hand over his heart and opened his mouth in a big “ Aw ”

“Oh sweet babies, you can eat up. This is for you! I’ll have something later. I had a nice breakfast this morning. I just thought that piece looked nice. Eat up now so we can go have a nice bath. I still need to show you around.” Jaskier said and pushed the bowls back.

Each pup started to eat again and soon enough the bowls were empty. Each babe had a big smile on his face and their tails slowly swayed and their ears were relaxed and droopy. Jaskier tossed the bowls and his fork into the sink. Jaskier thought they were so adorable and came around behind them and hugged them two at a time and kissed their cheeks.

“You three are going to be so amazing to cuddle.” Jaskier said and the boys giggled and purred. A wonderful low rumble filled the air.

“Up, up. You gotta get familiar with your house.” Jaskier said and all three stood up. Jaskier told them what each room was. Office, bathrooms (which got used by all three and Jaskier learned that all three had fantastic hygiene. Washing hands and wiping.), recording studio (which you should NOT enter unless you are with daddy), laundry room.

Then Jaskier brought them up the stairs...

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