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dotster001 · 1 year

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Girlies End

Previous Chapters: One Two Three Choose Another Ending

Jamil's phone had been non stop ringing for the past ten minutes. Which was unfortunate, because he was trying to take notes for Kalim, who would definitely forget everything the cat was telling them.

"Our next step will be to have you slowly work your way into Y/N and my daily routine," Grim pointed a yardstick at step three on the whiteboard he was standing in front of. "Recommendations include, offering to buy my tuna, buying me regular gifts, purchasing necessities we need around Ramshackle, like a new deluxe mattress, or deluxe slippers, or carpeting so that I don't need the slippers. Really, you can just use your imagination here."

"What about a new diamond choker, that's super shiny, so Y/N always knows where you are?" Kalim asked excitedly.

"That's brilliant! It's ideas like that that prove you're the perfect match for Y/N!"

Jamil would normally have been livid. But he knew that someone like you would quickly see that Kalim wasn't as complex an individual as you needed. And he would be right there for you to fall for…

And if not…well…he'd gotten quite good at controlling his signature spell. He couldn't say he hadn't warned Grim. He was practically begging him to do it at this point!

"Will you please deal with that buzzing? Kalim and I can't think!" Grim suddenly shouted at Jamil, as his phone rang for the umpteenth time.

He scowled, before muttering a "be right back" and answering the phone in the hallway.

"What?" He snapped.

He quickly apologized upon hearing his mother's voice.

"I was just wondering if Najma was settling in all right?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Jamil asked, completely confused.

"Well, she said you had a guest room all set for her, but I just wanted to make sure she was comfy, and that you were both behaving."

"Wait, Najma is here?" Jamil had a terrible, horrible, feeling in his gut that he knew where she was.

"She said she saw you-"

"You're right mom, sorry, I've been overwhelmed lately and just got confused for a moment." It was a terrible excuse, he just had to hope his mother would accept it.

"Alright, just make sure you get some rest. Tell Najma I love her, and to be good!"

He breathed a sigh of relief as she hung up the phone. Then he made a beeline to Ramshackle.

The door was cracked when he got there, so he just walked right in. And the first thing he saw was Najma making out with you, heavily, on the couch.

He cleared his throat, and Najma looked up, startled, before bursting into laughter. Confused, you looked up and covered your face with your hands.

He watched as you looked flustered, and mumbled nonsense as though trying to explain yourself. Najma just looked smug.

"Sup buttface?" she said.

"Jamil, I can explain!" You said.

"Nah, he knows now, babe, might as well tell him," Najma said, gently caressing your cheek. She turned back to Jamil.

"Y/N and I have been dating ever since they came to visit a couple months ago. We didn't tell you cause we knew you'd flip out."

"I-gah-I'm not flipping out! But why would you do this?!?!?"

You shrunk deeper into the couch, looking at Najma like she would protect you from Jamil's yelling. Najma continued to look smug, even in the face of danger.

"You're totally flipping out. But it's cool. I know it's cause you're jealous that I landed a hottie like Y/N, and you're gonna die miserable and alone."

Jamil frustratedly ran his hands through his hair.

"Najma…Y/N…gah! Y/N, you like girls?"

"Yes," you whispered.

"Yeah, Y/N likes girls, now get out of here so I can keep making out with my partner," Najma didn't even wait for him to react, she just grabbed your face and resumed kissing you.

"Najma-"

"Y/N, tell Jamil to stop being a little freak, so I can keep kissing you," Najma said poutily against your neck.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Jamil cut you off.

"I'm leaving! Sevens, if mom asks me if I've seen you though, I'm ratting you out."

Najma flipped him off as he left.

Once he exited the building, he leaned against the outer wall and groaned. Leave it to his sister to ruin everything he'd spent months planning. He shouldn't have even been surprised.

Oh well, he'd let you tell Grimm that he wouldn't spend his life living like a millionaire at the Asim household.

The End

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 7 months

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Halloween Movie Marathon.

fictober masterlist || ask me anything <3

authors note - this one gives me all the feels, ngl, what i would do to have a cuddle on the sofa with harry.

word count - 3.3k

in which, it's your first halloween where your children finally understand the concept of what it is, after having taken them out trick or treating, the four of you all cuddle up on the sofa, hot coco in one hand whilst the other dips in and out of there sweet bucket, a movie marathon where the films are child friendly halloween films which both you and your husband can't wait to show your children, creating not only a family tradition but memories to last a lifetime.

trope: husband!harry

On a crisp and moonlit Halloween night, you and your husband Harry excitedly prepared for a tradition you'd been waiting for since your children were born: taking Malachai, your four-year-old, and Winnie, your freshly turned two-year-old daughter, out for their first real trick-or-treating experience.

The excitement was palpable in your household as you helped your little ones into their carefully selected costumes.

Malachai's face lit up with joy as he twirled around in his Batman suit, a reflection of his unyielding enthusiasm for all things superhero. His deep blue cape fluttered dramatically behind him as he posed with a playful grin, ready to conquer the night.

Winnie, on the other hand, had been dressed as Wednesday Addams, a character she seemed to have an innate connection with, despite her tender age.

She didn’t really smile a lot, only when she was near her father, the two of them had an exceptionally close bond.

The tiny, sombre costume suited her perfectly, with a jet-black dress, pale makeup, and her dark hair held in two braided pigtails. She looked both adorable and eerie, a striking contrast that only added to her charm.

As you stepped out into the cool, autumn evening, the streets were alive with the flickering glow of jack-o'-lanterns and the sounds of excited children and their parents.

Your little family joined the Halloween revelry, with Malachai leading the way, exuberantly shouting, "Trick or treat!" at each house you visited.

He expertly wielded his plastic Batmobile bucket, a constant companion throughout the evening, eagerly awaiting candy from each doorstep.

Winnie, being at the tender age of two, was just starting to grasp the concept of Halloween. She clung to your hand, her big green eyes (much like her fathers) filled with curiosity and a hint of wariness, occasionally practising her very own version of "trick or treat" in the sweetest toddler lisp. Her tiny fingers couldn't quite manage the task of holding a candy bag, so you and Harry took turns collecting her treats.

The decorations adorning the houses in your neighbourhood were nothing short of breathtaking. Cobwebs, pumpkins, and eerie silhouettes of witches and ghosts adorned every porch. Your little ones were enthralled by the captivating displays, each one sparking their imaginations as you ventured from one house to the next.

As the night wore on, a gentle chill settled in, prompting you to pause at a neighbor's fire pit where families gathered, toasting marshmallows and sharing spooky stories.

Malachai and Winnie marvelled at the dancing flames, their faces illuminated with the warm glow of the fire. It was in moments like these that you cherished the closeness of your family.

After several hours of trick-or-treating, the excitement began to give way to sleepy yawns and drooping eyelids. Malachai's candy bucket had grown heavy with the spoils of the night, while Winnie's adorable little face was smeared with chocolate from her first-ever Halloween treat. You decided it was time to head back home.

Walking hand in hand, you strolled back through the now quiet streets, your hearts full of love for your little superheroes and the charmingly spooky Wednesday Addams. With Malachai's cape fluttering in the breeze and Winnie's pigtails swaying, it was a Halloween night that you would cherish for years to come,

As you step through the front door, a warmth envelops you, not just from the inviting atmosphere of your home but from the joy and contentment of your Halloween adventure with Malachai and Winnie.

Harry, with a gentle smile, looks at you and says, "M’gonna get t’kids changed into their cosy pyjamas, and y’can work y’magic on the hot cocoa. They're going t’love it."

He leans down to pick up Winnie, who snuggles into his neck with her tiny Wednesday Addams costume. She clings to his shirt, and her tired eyes still hold a glimmer of excitement from the night's adventure. Malachai, gripping his plastic Batmobile bucket, eagerly extends his hand to Harry, who takes it with a reassuring squeeze.

"Okay, y’two," Harry says as he starts to make his way up the stairs with the kids in tow. "S’time t’get into y’warm PJs and then we'll come down f’a treat with Mommy."

Winnie, in her sleepy state, mumbles something unintelligible but content into Harry's neck, and Malachai excitedly chatters about his favorite houses and the candies he collected. You can hear their footsteps gradually ascending the stairs as they disappear from view, leaving you alone in the cozy living room, already picturing the smiles on their faces when they taste the hot cocoa.

He makes his way to Winnie's bedroom with his precious Wednesday Addams in tow. The room is bathed in a soft, comforting glow from the nightlight, casting gentle shadows that dance on the walls.

He eases her out of her costume, chuckling softly as she fumbles with the little buttons and zippers.

"Y’doing great, m’sunshine," he encourages her, his deep voice filled with warmth.

Winnie's little diaper-clad bottom wiggles as she chooses her own pyjamas from her drawer. Her tiny hands reach for the set with pumpkins, as if she instinctively knows that it's Halloween. She tugs the pyjamas out and turns to her father, holding them up with a proud grin.

Harry can't help but smile at her choice.

"Pumpkins, huh? S’perfect f’tonight, m’little pumpkin," he says, bending down to scoop her up in his arms. Her small frame is light and warm against him, and he revels in the sweet scent of her baby shampoo and the feeling of her little arms wrapping around his neck.

With gentle precision, he helps her slide into her pumpkin pajamas, making sure every button is secure.

"There you go, all set," he whispers, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead. Winnie nestles into her father's arms, feeling safe and cosy in her Halloween-themed sleepwear.

With Winnie all set in her cosy pumpkin pyjamas, Harry turns his attention to his energetic four-year-old superhero, Malachai.

"Alright’, buddy," he grins, sweeping Malachai up in his arms. "S’go t’y’room."

Malachai's face lights up with excitement as he's carried off, his tiny Batmobile bucket still clutched in his hand. His little heart races with the anticipation of choosing his pajamas. Harry gently lowers him onto his lap, their faces almost level, and begins to help him out of the Batman costume.

As he peels back the cape and unzips the suit, Malachai can't help but giggle.

"Daddy, I got so many candies!" he exclaims, his eyes wide with wonder.

Harry chuckles, ruffling his son's hair. "I saw that, buddy! Y’were an amazing Batman out there."

With the costume finally off, Harry tells Malachai,

"Okay, go ahead and pick out your pyjamas." Malachai doesn't need a second invitation; he eagerly darts off to his dresser, a whirlwind of excitement and enthusiasm.

In a matter of seconds, he's back, holding up a pair of Batman-themed pajamas, complete with a little Bat-Signal on the shirt. Harry can't help but laugh at his son's choice. "Well, I should've guessed you'd pick those, m’little superhero."

Malachai grins from ear to ear as he hands over the pajamas to his dad, ready for the last transformation of the night before they both head downstairs to enjoy the hot cocoa and some Halloween treats.

As Harry is helping Malachai change into his Batman pyjamas, he suddenly hears a commotion coming from the nearby bedroom. Laughter and the sound of fabric rustling are unmistakable signs that Winnie is up to something.

He gently advises Malachai, "Almost done, buddy. Just a moment."

He heads to Winnie's room, where he finds his little Wednesday Addams in the midst of a rather energetic quilt-throwing exercise. Quilt pieces lie strewn about, and her mischievous giggles fill the room.

With an amused smile, Harry asks her, "Win, what are y’doing, sweetie?"

Winnie looks up, her big green eyes holding a glint of mischief, and she simply replies, "Bored."

Harry chuckles at her honesty, realising that she's probably looking for some excitement after the adventure of trick-or-treating.

He kneels down and gently gathers her into his arms. "Well, how about we go downstairs and have some hot cocoa? Would that be more exciting than bothering your lovely bed?"

Winnie nods, her pumpkin pyjamas crinkling with the movement.

Fifteen minutes have passed since you and Harry managed to get the little ones settled into their cozy pajamas and had some quality bonding time. Now, the living room is a hub of activity as the two of you prepare for a movie night to round off Halloween in style.

You've both changed into your comfortable pajamas, creating an atmosphere of warmth and relaxation. Harry wears a simple t-shirt and shorts, while you've slipped into a pair of his boxers and one of his well-worn t-shirts that still carries the scent of his cologne. It's a comforting aroma that wraps around you like a familiar embrace, making you feel even closer to him.

Together, you're setting up the living room for the perfect movie night. The TV is on, casting a soft, inviting glow across the room. A cozy blanket is spread out on the couch, waiting to envelop you both in its warmth as the night progresses.

In the kitchen, you can hear the gentle hum of the microwave as the popcorn starts to pop. The tantalizing scent of buttered popcorn fills the air, promising a delectable treat for the evening's entertainment.

With the popcorn timer set, you and Harry adjust the cushions on the couch, fluffing them up for maximum comfort. The remote control rests on the coffee table, ready to transport you to the world of your chosen Halloween movie.

Harry glances at you and grins.

"M’gonna come with y’t’ get t’hot cocoa, so we don't have t’keep getting up during t’movies," he suggests, knowing that once you're all settled in on the couch, it's best to minimise interruptions.

You nod in agreement and turn toward Malachai and Winnie, who are perched on the couch, their eyes fixed on the TV.

"Alright, kiddos," you say playfully, "we'll be right back. Be good for a minute."

Malachai nods, his little Batman eyes shining with excitement, and Winnie gives you a mischievous grin.

"Behave, you two," you say, smirking at them, knowing that their idea of "being good" might be open to interpretation.

In the cosy kitchen, you and Harry stand side by side, the scent of popcorn filling the air as the microwave hums to life. The sound of kernels popping is rhythmic, a soothing backdrop to the conversation between you two.

As you prepare the popcorn, Harry can't resist leaning in and brushing a playful kiss to your cheek.

"Y’know," he says with a mischievous glint in his eye, "you wearing m’shirt does something t’me."

You chuckle and play along. "Oh, does it now? And what might that be?"

Harry's lips curl into a gentle smile as he takes a step closer.

"Well," he begins, "it makes m’want t’hold y’like this." He wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into a warm embrace.

You feel your heart flutter at his touch and tilt your head toward him, resting it on his shoulder.

"What else?" you ask, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

Harry's warm breath tickles your ear as he continues, "It makes m’want t’kiss y’until we forget all about the movie night."

His words are filled with affection and desire, and you can't help but blush. The microwave dings, signalling that the popcorn is ready, and you both turn your attention to the hot cocoa.

You grab the mugs and pour the steaming chocolatey goodness, while Harry retrieves a can of whipped cream from the fridge. As you finish garnishing the cocoa, you feel his presence close behind you.

He places a soft kiss on your temple and whispers, "And y’laugh, especially in m’shirt, s’m’favorite sound."

You turn to face him, sharing a sweet, lingering kiss as you exchange mugs, ready to head back to the living room with the popcorn and hot cocoa, cherishing this tender moment and the love that surrounds you.

The living room is now perfectly set up for a family movie night. The soft glow of the TV illuminates the room, casting a cozy atmosphere that envelops you all. Winnie's choice for the evening is "Hotel Transylvania," and it's playing on the screen. She's curled up on her father's lap, a warm blanket cocooning her tiny form.

As the movie begins, you can't help but smile at the sight. Winnie's eyes are wide with wonder as she watches the colourful characters on the screen. Harry wraps his arms protectively around her, his gentle voice whispering, "S’this y’favourite movie, sweetheart?"

Winnie nods, her sleepy eyes twinkling with delight, and she snuggles deeper into her father's embrace.

On the other side of the couch, Malachai is cuddled up against you, his little head resting on your shoulder. He clutches his favourite superhero plushie tightly in his hand, occasionally glancing at the screen with rapt attention.

The atmosphere is filled with warmth, love, and the soft sounds of the movie, punctuated by the occasional giggle from Winnie.

The movie progresses, and as the characters in "Hotel Transylvania" embark on their comical adventures, a series of shared giggles and gasps fills the room.

Winnie, with her fascination for the animated world on the screen, occasionally points at the characters, and Harry, ever the doting father, indulges her by asking, "Do y’like Dracula, sweetie?"

Winnie grins widely, her tiny face alight with excitement, and nods, "Dracula funny!"

Meanwhile, Malachai is engrossed in the movie's action, his big brown eyes wide as he follows every twist and turn. He occasionally snuggles closer to you, as if seeking comfort during the slightly spooky scenes.

As the family settles in, you reach for the bowl of popcorn and hand a piece to Malachai, who takes it eagerly and munches away, the crunch of popcorn providing a delightful background sound to the film.

With a warm, contented sigh, you nuzzle your son's hair and steal a quick glance at Harry and Winnie. You can't help but appreciate these quiet, precious moments when it's just the four of you, lost in a world of animated monsters and a shared love that binds you.

Midway through the movie, as the animated characters face a comical conundrum, Malachai can no longer resist the allure of the candies he's collected during the night.

He sneaks a hand into his Batmobile bucket, selects a piece, and with a sly grin, he turns to you, his wide eyes shining. "Mommy, want a candy?"

You can't help but chuckle at his irresistible charm and accept the candy he offers. After taking the treat, you lean in, gently pressing a soft kiss to his button-like nose. He lets out a joyful giggle at the unexpected display of affection, his heart warmed by the simple gesture.

With the candy indulged, you both return your attention to the movie. The lively characters on the screen continue their quirky adventures, and the living room echoes with shared laughter and the occasional gasp at the on-screen antics.

Harry, from his spot across the room, watches with a fond smile. His heart swells with love as he sees the bond between you and Malachai, a mother and son sharing moments of pure joy.

He can't help but chime in, "Hey, don't forget to save some candy for me!"

Malachai grins and offers the candy bucket to his father, who selects a piece with a playful wink.

As "Hotel Transylvania" nears its conclusion, it's evident that the long and exciting day of Halloween adventures has taken its toll on the little ones.

Malachai, his eyelids growing heavier with every passing moment, has shifted from his snug spot at your side to rest his head on his father's lap.

Winnie, nestled under her blanket and clutching her favourite plush toy, is in a half-dreamy state as she gazes at the screen.

The movie's ending is met with a quiet stillness in the room, punctuated only by the gentle, even breaths of your two precious superheroes.

The soft glow of the TV paints a warm, comforting picture. Harry smiles down at Malachai, who is slowly surrendering to sleep, and he gently strokes his son's hair, a loving and protective father's touch.

In the quiet moments of the evening, the soft lamplight casts a warm, gentle glow in the living room. The day's activities have left Winnie tired but still full of curiosity and energy. She's been trying to settle on her fathers lap like she does most nights but now she has a different kind of need.

As you sit comfortably on the couch, Winnie's inquisitive spirit takes over.

She crawls over to your lap, her bright eyes filled with a mix of innocence and desire.

She pauses in front of you, gazing up with a look that seems to convey, "Mommy, can I?"

You smile down at her, understanding her silent request. In response, you lovingly adjust your position, allowing her to crawl onto your lap. Her tiny hands, warm and soft, reach for your shirt, her fingers fumbling to lift it up.

You ask her, "Do you want some mommy milk, sweetie?"

Winnie's face lights up with a happy nod, and she whines softly as her efforts to lift your shirt all the way are met with a bit of difficulty. Her determination to satisfy her hunger is apparent, and her love for "mummy milk" is a testament to the special bond between a mother and her child.

With a gentle, motherly touch, you guide her to your breast, and she latches on with eager determination. As she begins to feed, you brush her soft hair away from her face and stroke her cheek. The connection between you two deepens, and in this intimate moment, you cherish the unique and profound love you share.

As your youngest settles into her peaceful breastfeeding session, the living room is not devoid of activity.

On the sofa, you can see Harry and your eldest still seated together.

Malachai's eyes are heavy, his little body leaning comfortably against his father. The remnants of their family movie night are visible in the traces of popcorn that litter the coffee table.

Malachai glances up at his father, his sleepy gaze meeting Harry's warm, tender eyes.

With a quiet understanding, he says, "Daddy, I love our family."

Harry's heart swells with love, and he replies, "I love our family too, buddy. And y’know what? We're all so lucky t’have Mommy, aren't we?"

Malachai smiles, his sleepy face lit up with affection. "Yeah, we're the luckiest. And Winnie's lucky too."

Harry chuckles softly. "Y’absolutely right, m’little superhero."

The night has fallen, and the house is immersed in a comforting stillness. You and Harry have just put both Malachai and Winnie to bed, their innocent faces wrapped in the embrace of slumber.

The room is now your own, and the two of you lay side by side in the cosy intimacy of your double bed.

Harry, the moonlight gently caressing his features, turns to you with a thoughtful look.

"Do y’ever think about trying f’another baby?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity.

Harry's question hangs in the air, you go quiet, and a small, enigmatic smile plays on your lips. Harry notices your silence and turns his head to look at you, his eyes searching for your thoughts.

“S’that smile for?" he asks with a curious, quizzical expression.

You take a deep breath, your heart beating a little faster, and with a soft chuckle, you say, "I don't think there's much 'trying' to do."

His brow furrowed in confusion for a moment, but then your hand gently guided his, placing it on your stomach. As he feels the gentle, subtle curve of your belly under his touch, realisation dawns in his eyes, and his gaze locks onto yours.

A beautiful mix of emotions washes over him, and with a joyful and surprised grin, he whispers, "Are y’saying...?"

You nod, your eyes shining with love and happiness. "Yes, H, we're going to have another baby."

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misseviehyde · 5 months

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BITCH-FEST

You could tell Sophie REALLY wanted your festival ticket to Bitch-fest. She wanted it sooo badly. It was the greatest festival of the year, and only you were going. She hated that.

You could see your little sisters eyes jealousy fixated on the blue wrist band you were wearing - but too bad for her there was no way to remove a band once it was put on. The security tagging would rip and tear if anyone ever tried to remove it.

But that didn't stop Sophie willing the ticket to be hers. You could see the naked desperate desire to have it oozing out of her. She would stare and stare and stare at your arm. You could see her visualising the ticket on her own wrist. Willing it to manifest.

It was kind of freaky.

Then the day before the festival was due to begin Sophie was staring at you so intently, you thought she was in a trance.

All at once your arm began to itch and Sophie suddenly gasped. "Wh.. what... something happened. I felt something," she gabbled excitedly.

"It's as if by concentrating I could begin to truly imagine the wrist band on my arm. I almost felt it start to happen. It was becoming mine. I was stealing it from you."

You shook your head at your dumb little sister. She had always been smaller and weaker than you. Always prone to weird fantasies and strange ideas. What a loser.

But now she was staring again, this time really concentrating - her face ecstatic. All at once your arm began to itch again. Then to your horror you saw the wrist band begin to melt and fade to nothing on your wrist. Meanwhile with a triumphant shout of glee, Sophie held up her arm where a blue wrist band now hung.

"H... how did you do that?" you gasped in horror. It was perfectly wrapped round her wrist as if it had always been hers.

"OMG I can't believe it worked. It seems so easy now I know the trick," gasped Sophie.

Putting her hands on her hips she giggled. "What else can I steal from you? Hmmm, how about a bit of your age?"

Your body began to tingle and you squeaked in fear as you began to grow younger and shrink slightly. Sophie groaned, her hips suddenly cracking out and her body stretching up as she put on a few years. She now looked nineteen or twenty. She was now taller than you, her once scrawny body womanly and developed. She looked toned and muscled. You suddenly realised you were probably weaker than her.

"Oh my GOD. This feels amazing. Now I'm the older sis and you're my little sister. I love it. Now when I go to Bitch-fest I can drink, smoke and mmmh fuck hot boys. Mmmmh I feel so fucking horny already."

"No!" you sobbed. "You can't do this to me."

Sophie laughed, "I can do what I want. Haha I'm not even done yet bitch. Now give me your tits. I wanna be bigger."

Sophie stared and you felt your chest itch. The two large C-cup boobs you had always been proud of began to tingle and shrink. Smaller and smaller they deflated until you were as flatchested as a boy only with larger nipples.

"Ohhhh my fucking GODDDD!" moaned Sophie as her tits inflated. With your attributes added to hers, her chest was now spilling over her bra and pushing up and out. She grabbed her boobies and giggled as the magnificent DD titties now hanging from her chest jiggled and wobbled enticingly.

"Haha look at how flatchested and stupid you look. No more bras and bikinis for you loser. You barely look like a girl anymore. In fact once I take your ass from you - you'll almost look like a boy."

You sobbed as Sophie slapped her bottom and spread her ass as her behind got firmer and rounder than it had a right to.

"OMG this is sooo cool. Look at how hot I am."

Stretching - Sophie strutted to the mirror and touched herself. "All the boys are gonna wanna fuck this body. I can hardly blame them. Hmmm my hair is kinda short. Not for long!"

The last vestiges of your visible feminity were sucked away as Sophie shook back her lustrous hair that now fell past her shoulders. You noted she had even stolen your signature blue streak. She looked hot, horny and ready to party.

"Too bad you aren't going to make it to bitch-fest," purred Sophie. "But don't worry sis. I'll make sure that I have a good time."

Picking you up effortlessly she moved you out of her way and strode to the door.

"I think I'll ask your boyfriend to go with me. I doubt he'll be interested in you anymore, not now you're a flatchested, boyish looking loser."

Sophie was definitely going to enjoy her new body and attributes and who knows. Maybe if you practiced hard enough eventually you'd learn the trick to drain them back.

Somehow you doubted it though...

THE END

For @cottonundiestf

#evie hyde #Attribute theft #f2f transformation #Sister

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luvsturniolo · 5 months

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hey girl i love ur stuff, do u think u could do a Matt imagine where the triplets are filming a baking video or smthn with the reader. There's a lot of speculation of whether Matt and reader are dating (idm if they're together yet or not) and reader minorly burns their hand or smthn and Matt makes a b-line to reader to comfort them? thanks ily<3

— ★ !! speculation

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : desc is explained in the req !!

a/n : girl i'm SO sorry that this took forever. my inbox is literally so confusing & it stresses me out so bad to look at ; i need to organize it asap ! anyway im sorry this took so long, ur req got burried under a ton of others

anyway , i hope u like this bc u deserve it after waiting so long 😭 also, i'm trying a slighty different format for my posts (its so subtle idek if u guys will notice but i love it so wtv 🤞🤞)

wc : 1.8k

for the past few months, you and matt have been acting a bit differently on camera. normally, the two of you make an effort to stay decently apart so none of the his fans will notice that you're dating.

you've been friends with the triplets since middle school and you show up in their videos all the time. but last summer, matt finally asked you to be his girlfriend. you guys agreed to keep your relationship off the internet and since then, you two have been trying your absolute best to avoid eachother while on camera.

but it's harder than it sounds to keep a distance from the one you love. all you want to do it hold his hand, rest your head on his shoudler, or hug him. but you can't. and it drives you fucking crazy.

this morning, nick texted you and asked if you wanted to come over to film a baking video with them. seeing as you had nothing better to do, you happily agreed.

nick explained that you would be the one blindfolded. he and his brothers would be normal — able to speak, see, and hear freely. you were a bit nervous at first, knowing how horrible you are at baking. but you still agreed to film the video because you know their fans have been begging for you to participate in one of their cooking videos for years.

you're currently in the kitchen with matt as he sets out all the ingredients that will be used. across the room, nick is setting up the camera so you guys can film in a few minutes. chris is in his bedroom, searching for the bandana he set out for you.

"got it!" chris shouts excitedly as he rushes into the kitchen, waving the hot pink bandana around in the air.

you laugh at the sight of its bright colors before asking, "why the hell did you casually had that laying around your room?"

"don't worry about it." he responds, trying to be mysterious and dramatic.

he hands the bandana to you and you place it over your eyes. you wrap it around your head and end up fumbling with the ends of it, unable to tie it blindly. you sigh with annoyance but continue to struggle, too determined to ask for help.

suddenly you feel someone place their hands on top of yours. you immediately recognize them to be matt's. his fingertips are cold but his palms are warm, causing chills to wash over your skin like an ocean wave.

"you don't need to be so independent all the time," he tells you softly. "it's okay to ask for help every once in a while."

you feel his hands leave yours — meaning the bandana is tied. you turn around and blindly reach your hands up to find his face. you feel your hands graze his jaw and you smile, feeling the stubble of his beard brush against your skin.

you tip your head up and reach to kiss him. however, seeing as you can't see, you end up missing his mouth and kissing the corner of his lips. you feel his mouth pull upward with a smile before he moves his head to the side so you can kiss him correctly.

"i need to make this worth it." he says against your mouth. he pulls away to speak, but you lean forward to chase his lips. "i won't be able to kiss you until after the video is finished."

"then quit wasting your time talking and kiss me." you say. you feel his chest shake with an airy chuckle before he places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer against him, reconnecting your mouths to kiss you again.

"guys, what the fuck?" you hear nick's voice call out from across the kitchen. "you've been making out for the past three minutes."

"yeah," chris's voice agrees. it sounds like he's standing in the doorway. "we were trying to be nice and let you have your moment, but you just won't stop kissing."

matt lets go of your hips with a sigh. "whatever, let's get this over with."

"woah, kid!" chris exclaims dramatically. you can hear his voice move and his footsteps get louder as he makes his way over to where you and matt are standing in front of the counter. "don't sound too excited."

as unbelievable as this sounds, matt doesn't actually hate filming. he actually loves making videos for his channel. if he didn't, he would not be doing it as a job. what he hates is being away from you.

he's the literal definition of clingy. and you're like the exhausted mom who has to put up with his tantrums whenever you're torn apart.

"okay, the camera is set up." nick announces. "i'm gonna start recording, so get your coupley-ness over with so we can film."

it's kind of crazy how casual it's become for everyone to work around yours and matt's secret relationship. his brothers respect your guys' decision to stay private and they help you guys hide it from the media. it genuinely means a lot to you to know how supportive chrtis and nick are — even though they like to make jokes and tease matt for his clinginess.

"hey guys!" nick says to the camera. “today, y/n is going to be blind baking some santa-shaped cookies since it’s almost christmas!”

you can hear nick walk over to where everyone else is standing. he continues to talk to the camera when you feel matt’s knuckles brush against the small of your back — where the camera can’t see.

you smile, enjoying the physical touch. but you know how risky it is for him to do things like that. if you start blushing or acting weird on camera, the fans will easily put the pieces together and realize what it means. so you shift a little, causing matt’s hand to fall off your back and back to his side.

"okay," you hear nick's voice say. you jump at how close he is now.

"oh my fuck, nick!" you shout, turning to glare at him — hoping you're looking in the right direction. "you scared the absolute shit out of me!"

"i'm not nick." chris says.

you turn in the opposite direction and tilt your head dramatically, waiting for nick to apologize for scaring you. but instead of an apology, you hear matt say "i'm not nick either. sorry."

you huff out a scoff and turn to the last remaining direction where nick could be. this time you were finally glaring at the correct triplet.

you hear matt laugh from beside you and your stomach twists into a knot.

since you can't see, the rest of your senses have been heightened — meaning you're hyperaware of the sound of your boyfriend's laugh. everything in you is tempted to kiss and hold him and tell him how much you love him.

but. you. cant.

"as i was saying," nick continues, "matt set out all the ingredients before we started recording. so, everything is on the counter in front of you, y/n."

you nod in response, happily beginning your task. the first portion of the video is calm and kind of relaxing. you listen to the triplets' commands as you grab and pour random things into random bowls. honestly, you've lost track of what step you're on. it feels like you're just going through the movements of baking cookies rather than actually cooking a meal.

chris and nick have no problem with holding your hands or wrists to point you in the right direction. but matt? he hasn't touched you at all. he still talks to you and helps out when it's needed, but you both know better than to touch.

due to matt's intense clinginess, it's safest to stay apart. if not, nick will end up cutting out a large portion of the video where matt has to be pried off of you (it's happened before).

"now, you need to put the cookie tray in the oven." nick tells you. from the sound of his voice, you can tell that he's reading instructions off the back of the cookie box. you hear him set the box on the counter before he continues. "while you do that, i'll put the dirty dishes in the sink; chris will clean the counters so you can decorate the cookies when they're done; and matt can make sure you don't catch the house on fire."

"alright." you agree with the plan. you reach forward to grab the tray of cookies. you pat thepalm of your hands on the countertop, trying to find the metal board. but you can't find it. "what the fuck?" you mutter, knowing it was just right here.

"right here," matt's voice murmers against the shell of your ear. he reaches over you, his chest pressed against your back. you hear the cookies slide agianst the counter before you feel the cool material of the tray touch your hands.

you clear your throat awkwardly, trying not to think about him too much. "thanks."

"mhm," he hums. as he stands up straight, the warmth of his chest leaves your back and you're left feeling cold and empty without his presence.

you mimick his actions by standing up straight. you then carry the tray in your hands as you walk around the island to where you know the stove is. you're about to set the tray down to open the oven, but you hear someone come up behind you. matt tells you to just hold still and he'll open it for you.

you do as he says and wait for him to open the oven door. when you hear it unlatch, you reach down to slide the tray onto the rack.

apparently, you miscalculated the distance between you and the oven. because just as you were going to set the tray down, you felt a sharp pain in the knuckles of your pinky finger.

"fuck!" you shout in pained breath before dropping the tray to the ground.

"what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?" matt rushes out a string of questions, immediately taking your hand into his. he twists and turns it, examining the injury.

"yeah, i'm fine." you tell him. "i shouldn't have dropped the tray like that, it was kinda dramatic."

you hear him sigh, "what did i tell you? it's okay to ask for help."

"i didn't think i needed it." you tell him, dropping your voice to a whisper as you tell him your next concern. "plus, you might wanna get away from me. we're still filming."

"fuck the video, y/n." he says, pulling you into a hug. he holds you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "you mean way more to me than a bit of speculation."

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mixedupmelody · 1 year

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daydreaming in class.

notes: this sweet sweet boy gets humiliated every day lmao ☹️

contains: butters stotch x gender neutral reader

characters: butters stotch, mr. garrison, various students (briefly mentioned)

warnings: aged up characters, mild public humiliation, suggestive theming near the end

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oh, poor Butters. poor sweet, sweet Butters. he sits in his class, head resting in his hands as Mr. Garrison drones on about his personal life. he is not listening to a WORD of it

each time he drifts off into la la land he thinks up a new scenario

sometimes he imagines himself getting up from his seat to help you with your homework. other times he's over at your house, playing video games with you, when he gathers up the courage to give you a little peck on the cheek

he'll fidget with his hands, or tap his foot excitedly when daydream-you accepts his confession

it's very obvious that he's daydreaming. you can see him reacting to everything that happens

his lips pucker slightly when he imagines kissing you, and his eyes flutter closed

he finds this so embarrassing, but sometimes he'll hold his own hand while he imagines holding yours

“ Oh, Butters. ” He imagines you say to him, as your hands wrap around his waist, peppering kisses all over his face. “ I love you so much. ”

Butters can feel his face heat up as Mr. Garrison discusses some quiz they have coming up. He tries to pay more attention, his parents would ground him if he failed, but the idea of him staying lost in thought with you seemed much more enticing.

Mr. Garrison's voice gets louder, followed by a loud laugh from the guys next to him. “ Butters Stotch! ” Mr. Garrison shouts out finally, snapping Butters back to reality just when he's getting to the good part. “ Since you know so much to where you can sit around and ignore everything I say, why don't you just come up here and do my job for me? ”

Everyone stares at Butters. Some laugh, others watch on, silently judging. Butters sinks into his seat, hoping this wouldn't end with a call home to his parents.

nsfw headcanons

sometimes, entirely on accident, his innocent daydreams take a turn

he silently cursed himself for thinking about how nice it would be to run his hands over your thighs, and to press himself against you while you make out, or to watch you while you got undressed

god, he his face was bright red.

as he gets lost in thought, he might occasionally let out the smallest whimper before trying to clear his throat

his finger traces patters over his desk, as he imagines touching you

this always makes him end up with a hard-on during class. ☹️ if he can't ask to run to the restroom to relieve himself, he just has to sit through the lecture and struggle through it

somestimes he'll be called on in class, making him quickly snap out of his fantasies

he gets embarassed when the guys sitting next to him look at him as if to ask what was wrong with him

if they ever did ask, he's quick to brush it off as nothing. but in the back on his head, he can't rid the mental image of you underneath him

#butters stotch x reader #butters stotch x y/n #butters x reader #south park x reader headcanons #south park x reader #south park x you #south park x y/n

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zoeykallus · 9 months

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Aloha,

First I want to tell you I love your works and how much work you put into your writing. I can't imagine how much effort goes into them!

If you are taking requests, how do you think the batchers would react to receiving naughty pictures of from SO? Maybe their meshla took the pictures themselves, or got boudoir style pictures? Did they get them in person, or maybe they got sent to them during a mission? And anything else you think would happen in this scenario?

If you're not taking requests don't worry about it, I just thought I'd ask 🤣

Aloha!

So sorry for the long wait! Finally, I'm here 😅 I think I got some ideas for this one 😁😁

"And anything else you think would happen in this scenario?"

So far it was tasteful, now you gave me ideas 😋

Now, as always, I remind you, if no gender is mentioned, I'm assuming a female reader.

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs (Shorts) - Picture Perfect

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Mentioned Nudity/Mentioned Masturbation/ Humor/Fluff/A Little Angsty (I guess)/18+

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What's Happening: You have been separated from each other by work for a long time. You come up with a salacious, wild idea. Sexy photos, from elegant to more than just charming, so that your lover can in no way forget you. Sent as a message, this erotic gesture makes for interesting events. "Hey darling, I miss you. I know you miss me too. That's why I have a surprise for you in the attachment. I love you!"

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

>MASTER LIST<

Hunter

You are away on business for a long time, and he is currently on a mission with his squad and a few men of the 501. You promised him a surprise, for which he is already waiting impatiently, something to sweeten the waiting time until you meet again. On the new comm that Tech developed, he would receive a message. The men have set up a couple of tents that they share two at a time, with him lies Crosshair grumbling, "When are you going to stop staring at that thing? She's not getting back to you today" Hunter says unimpressed, "Yes she does, she promised. Just sleep." Then the comm beeps, finally. Hunter excitedly opens the message, it's a short voice message. "Hey darling, I miss you. I know you miss me too. That's why I have a surprise for you attached. I love you!" Hunter's heart beats faster, just hearing your voice releases tons of endorphins in his brain and gives him a deep sense of comfort. Automatically, he has your smell in his nose and his heart beats faster.

He can't wait to see you again, but he'll have to be patient. He opens the attachment and freezes for a moment as a picture of you pops up on the holo image, one of many you've taken. Very revealing, very raunchy, incredibly sexy, tastefully erotic, at least most of them, some even go a little further and Hunter feels himself getting hot. He licks his lips, already thinking about you, when he hears a blanket rustling next to him. He had completely forgotten about Crosshair for a moment. "Holy shit," the Sniper mutters, "Not bad." Hunter hastily turns away with the comm to hide it from him, a reflex reaction where he accidentally presses a wrong button. The next moment, the comms in all the other tents beep. Clearly he hears your voice repeatedly from the other tents, your message. Hunter has accidentally sent your message to everyone else, a newsletter to everyone present. He gets ice-cold, nauseous. Then he clearly hears Wrecker's voice, "WOAH!"

Hunter crawls out of the tent, accompanied by Crosshair's sneering giggle, and shouts in a panic, "DON'T OPEN THE ATTACHMENT!" From most of the tents he hears a "Too late" or "Woah" or some other astonished exclamation, of course no one has been able to resist opening the attachment. The men crawl out of the tents, some laughing, some blushing. "You're a complete idiot," Echo says dryly to the sergeant. Hunter's heart races in panic. He raises his hands and says urgently, "No one breathes a word about this, she can never know" Tech sighs and rolls his eyes like he's surrounded by idiots. He collects the comms without being asked, even against a protest or two, and deletes the message on all comms except Hunter's. Hunter feels a small surge of relief and says wearily, "Thanks Tech." This incident will be on his conscience for a long time. Sooner or later, he'll confess to you what happened.

Echo

He has locked himself in the refresher after receiving your message. He is standing in the shower with the comm on one of the trays in the shower directly in front of him. He knows that his brothers will only eavesdrop or spy if he doesn't retreat. He listens briefly to the message and smiles dreamily. Echo misses you very much, your voice, your smile, your touch, just everything. He misses spoiling you and cuddling with you. It seems to him as if you haven't seen each other for ages. He has undressed and turned on the water in the shower, starts to wash himself and opens the attachment on the side. Why not kill two birds with one stone? But he stops abruptly while soaping up when the first image of you appears on the holo imager. "Oh," he says softly. He blinks, slowly realizing the nature of this surprise. He glances around as if someone might have snuck into the locked refresher, then a grin appears on his lips.

Echo is excited, his pulse begins to race as he slowly clicks through the images. "Damn lady, now I miss you even more". He pauses at a picture he particularly likes. Your lips are slightly parted, a gorgeous bedroom look in your eyes, your hands on your breasts. Almost automatically, his hand moves to his swelling cock. His gaze jumps back and forth between your lips and your breasts as he begins to pump his hard length. Echo curses softly, in his mind he shoves his cock alternately into your mouth and between your breasts. It's not long before his hard length is pulsing, spurting his seed into the shower unit. Echo hastily makes everything clean, suddenly he is ashamed, somehow it seems dirty to him. But then again it doesn't. The next time you see each other in person, he confesses to you what he has done, as if he had committed a crime. Amused and flattered at the same time, you make it clear to him that you had hoped that your pictures would have this effect.

Wrecker

"Yeah, I miss you too, little lady!" he says to the message, even though he knows you can't hear him right now. Wrecker is not alone, though; communicative and cheerful as he is, he trumpeted loudly that he had received a message and opened it before anyone else. "Wrecker," Crosshair says quietly but admonishing, "I don't think you should open the attachment in public." It's too late, Wrecker has already opened the attachment and the first image appears on the Marauder's holoprojector, almost life-size. "Never mind," Crosshair murmurs, eyeing the holo-projection interested. For a long moment, the men stand around the projector, staring at your very salacious image. As if spellbound, all pairs of eyes are fixed on your exposed body. But finally Echo clears his throat and turns off the projection. "Wrecker", he says calmly, "I think this is only meant for you".

"Uhu," he says, still a little shocked. Of course, he's looking forward to seeing the other pictures and having fun with them, but he's worried that you might find out that his brothers all know what you look like naked. He has the data stick with your message in his hand, is about to pull back and stops once again. He turns around, looks into the round. All eyes are on him, as his brothers already sense he's about to tell them something. "Guys, can this stay between us? I mean, that she doesn't find out what just happened here?" Approving murmurs fill the small room. Wrecker smiles gratefully, then grins mischievously and says, "Well, I'm going to retire to the refresher for a while." Crosshair says sternly, "Please clean up properly afterward." The rest agree again, muttering. Wrecker rolls his eyes, "Don't worry, I'll clean up, but I'm not getting out of there anytime soon."

Tech

He is so excited when your message arrives that his hands shake. You haven't seen each other in over a month. Tech is alone on the Marauder and busy with repairs when the message reaches him. He sits down in the cockpit, puts the comm on the console in front of him and listens to it. "Hey darling, I miss you. I know you miss me too. That's why I have a surprise for you in the attachment. I love you!" Just hearing your voice makes his heart race and triggers a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. Expectantly, he clicks on the attachment and the first picture opens. A beautiful picture, elegant, in beautiful underwear. Tech takes off his helmet, places it on the ground next to him, and examines the picture more closely. He smiles dreamily, with slightly heated ears and cheeks. Then he sees that it is only the first of a whole series of pictures. He clicks further, another very nice picture in underwear, in a different pose this time. In the next picture, you are no longer wearing a bra. A soft "Oh", comes across his lips. Tech slides around on the pilot's chair because his cock is getting hard and the posture uncomfortable.

He continues to click through the pictures, fascinated. Until you are finally naked and the poses become more and more salacious. By now, he's so hard that he automatically takes off his codpiece because it just gets too uncomfortable. Absentmindedly, his hand strokes the bulge in his Blacks. Finally, he reaches under the waistband, pushes the pants down a bit and his fingers embrace his cock. He's so starved for you, hasn't touched himself once since you left. But here and now, he can't help it. You know exactly what he likes and have saved the best for last. Naked on all fours, you stretch out your ass towards him, casting a ravishing bedroom glance over your shoulder, one hand on your buns, like an invitation for him to take you from behind. And in his fantasy, that's exactly what he's doing as he starts pumping his cock, moaning and shaking with tense arousal. It doesn't last long, it's built up too much, too long. Tech cums so hard, so much so that his whole body jerks for a moment, his thighs quiver, and a thick load spurts onto his comm and the console.

It takes him a minute to come to and realize what a mess he has made. Hastily, a little panicked, he turns off the comm and the holo-projection, straightens his clothes and quickly cleans everything up properly. Not a second too late, because in the next moment he hears his brothers coming back.

Crosshair

You've been away for a long time, and today you finally meet Crosshair again. You can't wait to hear what he thinks about the little surprise you sent him a few weeks ago. You are all tingly, all excited. Your eyes keep wandering back and forth to the passersby looking for him. You are too early at the agreed meeting point, actually he still has time, but you are still nervous, can't stop looking for him. But suddenly you hear his voice behind you. "Hey Kitten" You should have known he would sneak up on you. Beaming with joy, you turn to him, fall around his neck and kiss him. He returns the kiss, but finally breaks away from your lips and says, laughing softly, "Slow down, save some for later". "How did you like my little surprise?" you ask with a grin. "Surprise?"

You blink and say, "Yes, my surprise, the message with the attachment." He looks at you blankly. "What attachment?" Slowly, panic rises in you. Did you accidentally send it somewhere else? "The pictures I took for you," you say, a little breathless with shock. "Pictures?" You ruffle your hair and say, "Yes, pictures." Slowly a smile creeps onto his lips and you realize he is teasing you. You sigh in relief and annoyance at the same time. "Cross, don't scare me like that!" He laughs softly. "Did you like them?" you finally want to know. "I love them, Kitten. Very appetizing, had a lot of fun with them. In fact, I don't think I need you anymore. I have the pictures and can do the rest on my own." You box him playfully and say, "Stop teasing me". He laughs again, then kisses your neck, his lips move up to your ear, and he whispers, "Actually, the pictures have given me a lot of ideas. Do you want me to show them to you?" Your ears and cheeks get hot, and you say with a grin, "Absolutely." He smiles with satisfaction and says, "Good, because I've reserved a hotel room for us."

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ofstarsandvibranium · 9 months

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Could you write a Jamie Tartt imagine with the friends-to-lovers trope of “ what is personal space"? Thank you in advance!

(i tried going a different route but it ended up going this way instead. hope this is still good enough for you!"

"Hi hi!" you kiss Keeley on the cheek, give Roy a nod, and then kiss Jamie on the cheek too. You then sit yourself on Jamie's lap and his arm wraps around your waist.

Roy looks at you confused and then gestures to the empty chair beside you, "There's a fuckin' chair right there."

You open your mouth to speak, but Jamie speaks first, "She don't like those kinda chairs, grandad. Makes their ass hurt if they sit in it for too long."

You smile and nod, "Yup!" You then look at Jamie and notice his hair, "Are you getting a touch up soon?" you ask as you run your fingers through his chair.

He shrugs, "Dunno. I thought you liked me hair."

"I do, but I kinda miss brunette Jamie."

You and Jamie continue to chat while Keeley and Roy sit there watching you two. Roy leans in and mutters in Keeley's ear, "Are they still not together?"

She shakes her head, "Nope. But they're disgustingly cute together, aren't they?"

"Light on the cute, heavy on the disgusting."

"It'd be great if they got together. Friends to lovers and all that."

You and Jamie end your conversation and put your attention to your two other friends, "So, how are you guys?!" you ask excitedly.

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After lunch, the four of you decide to walk around. Your hand is intertwined with Jamie's. Keeley's arm is looped through Roy's.

Jamie whispers something into your ear and it makes you burst out laughing. This, for some reason, sets Roy off.

"For fuck's sake!" The three of you look at the man in confusion. With all eyes on him, he points to you and Jamie, "Are you two going to just admit that you love each other or not, because frankly, I can't stand any more of this," he vaguely gestures to you two.

You look at him wide-eyed, "I-Well-We-"

Keeley steps in, "You don't need to say anything. Sorry," she gives you an apologetic look and then drags Roy some distance away to scold him.

Jamie clears his throat, "Well, uh, grandad's off his rockers, eh? I mean we're-we're just close friends right?"

You nod, hands starting to feel clammy, "Y-Yeah, um," you make sure that Roy and Keeley are still a distance away, "But, uh, what if we weren't just friends..anymore?"

"Whatchu mean?"

"I do love you Jamie...but more than a friend." His mouth forms an 'O' as he processes your words. He stands there speechless and you take his silence as rejection.

You shake your head, "Forget it. Just ignore what I said," you take two steps away from him until you're pulled back and his lips are on yours.

When you pull away, it's you who's now speechless.

Jamie softly smiles, "I love you."

"See, they're clearly fine!" Roy shouts as him and Keeley are still in the spot they moved too.

"Congrats! We're just gonna leave you two now! Bye! Love you!" Keeley blows a kiss to you two and waves as she takes Roy towards some shops.

You chuckle and move back a bit, "This won't change anything, will it?"

"Babe, everyone already thinks you're me girl. Don't think anything will change except that I can officially call you mine now." He leans in, nose grazing against yours.

You lovingly smile at him, "Yours. I like the sound of that."

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine

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nicoleheichou · 4 months

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Girl Of My Dreams - Chapter 77: For The Record

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Synopsis: Sakusa was the type to always get things done on his own, but now that he's forced to juggle between his successful pro-volleyball career and being a single dad, what happens when he enrolls his daughter in a new preschool and meets his daughter's new teacher? Will their relationship remain professional or will it evolve into something more?

You feel the nerves rolling off of you, you just really want this surprise to go off without a hitch that you can't help but worry. You trust that the guys will do everything they can to make sure that it all comes together but you just can't stop thinking about all the possible ways it could go wrong.

Bokuto had sent a text in the groupchat about how he ate at a new restaurant recently and how it was the best food and service he's ever had, which was really just all part of the guys' plan to lure both you and Sakusa to the venue. You had saw it and had mentioned to Sakusa to take you and Kimi, you were ready to pull out all the stops, you were DEFINITELY not above begging, but to your surprise he gave in pretty quickly. Normally he'd opt to just stay in with you and Kimi, not wanting to worry about other people or his fans, but this time he was quick to say yes, he even seemed eager to go. You didn't dwell on it much, just happy you got to preserve your dignity.

You pull up to the restaurant and help Kimi out of the car. "Do you think they have good dessert mommy? If uncle Bo says this place is good their desserts have to be yummy, right? Can I get some dessert after dinner?" She fires off a bunch of questions as you unbuckle her from her booster seat and set her down.

You chuckle but nod your head. "Of course baby, I'm sure they have some yummy desserts for you to choose from!" You watch as the smile on her face grows, no doubt imagining the possible sweet treats she could have afterwards. "Alright, are my girls ready?" Sakusa asks as he comes to stand by your side. You don't notice how nervous he looks, too busy worried about your own plan. "Yes!" Kimi shouts as she excitedly tugs on your hands, going in the direction she assumes is the restaurant.

"Kitty? Munchkin? Sakusa?" You instinctively turn and see Kenma grinning at you. "Uncle Ken!" Kimi excitedly squeals, immediately letting go of your hands as she runs up to the black haired male to be picked up and spun around. You smile at the laughs that escape the both of them. "Did you guys see Bokuto's text too?" He asks and you both nod your heads.

"There's this gaming convention in the building next door, I was going to check it out, I heard there's a bunch of limited edition squishmallows being sold, what do you think about coming with uncle Ken to take a look real quick?" Kenma asks Kimi who's eyes immediately widen at the thought of limited edition squishmallows, you can practically see them sparkling. She glances between you and Sakusa. "Mommy, daddy...can I go with uncle Ken?" She's practically vibrating from excitement that you can't tell her no. You glance over at Sakusa who just nods his head, "Don't take too long." They both cheer before Kenma is carrying Kimi off to the building next door.

You glance at Sakusa and you both break out into laughter seeing how excited the two were. He takes your hand in his and leads you inside, but instead of heading towards the restaurant he pulls you towards a door in the back, the sign beside it indicating that it led to the gardens. "Where are we going Omi?" You ask as he leads you through the sliding doors.

"Just follow me Darling." He says as you take in the multiple trees with fairy lights and vases filled with bouquets of flowers scattered around the area. "I wonder what all this is for...?" You gasp when he leads you towards a bench under one of the trees, overlooking a Koi pond. You smile as you watch the Koi swimming happily in the pond.

He sits on the bench and you follow suit. Eyeing the lights above you and the fish swimming beside you, in the distance you can hear what sounds like a waterfall, no doubt coming from the other end of the pond. "How did you know this was here?" You turn your attention back to Sakusa who's already looking at you. His eyes softening when they meet yours.

"Darling?" His voice is soft but you can hear the determination behind it. "Yes, my love?" He smiles and exhales a deep breath before nodding his head. "I know we've gone about this all wrong. You've met my parents, had sleepovers with the brat, went on dates with me, went on a short getaway trip, said I love you, dealt with my ex and the drama she brought with her, and all these other things before I even asked you to make it official that it just seems weird to ask at this point. But I'm going to anyway, because I don't want you to ever doubt what we have and what I hope for us in the future." He takes your hand in his and you feel your breath catch in your throat with how intensely he's staring at you.

He smiles as he looks into your eyes, "I've told you many times that I was going to make us official, and I meant it. I don't see anyone else I want to spend the rest of my life with if it isn't you. I want you Darling, I want to marry you, I want to raise Kimi with you, I want to start a family with you, I want to grow old with you, I want to love you with everything I have. I want it all with you. Will you please be my girlfriend?" You smile and nod your head.

"Of course I'll be your girlfriend Omi!" You place your hands on either side of his face, pulling him towards you before kissing him with all the love you can muster. It isn't until he pulls away and wipes your tears that you realize you were crying. You were so traumatized from your previous relationship that you never thought you'd be able to love again but Sakusa proved you wrong, time and time again. "You know, when you propose to me you're going to have to up your game right? Because that speech was worthy of being a marriage proposal." You can't help but tease.

He chuckles and nods his head. "Of course, only the best for you Darling." You giggle and playfully roll your eyes. You lay your head on his shoulder, hand in his, as you enjoy the scene before you. "It's almost as if this is all here for us." You mumble as you take a closer look at the flowers. "Because it is." Your eyes widen at his confession before he begins to tell you all about how your friends had set this all up for the both of you and basically told him to just show up. "For the record babe, I would have been happy if you took me out to eat and asked me then. I'm not picky." You say as you give his hand a squeeze. "Please tell our friends that." You laugh at the slight hint of annoyance in his voice. You glance at the scenery one more time before you're pulling him to his feet. "Now let's go eat, I'm starving."

Ah! They're finally official. 🥺

We're almost to the end everyone! Just a couple more chapters. Also thank you so much to everyone that reblogs the chapters because the notes have been declining since I first started this and it just boosts my motivation when I see you guys sharing it or commenting on it. So I just wanted to let you know I see and appreciate y'all. 💗🥰

There was no gaming convention but Kenma was prepared and did in fact have a few limited edition squishmallows for our favorite brat..

As usual, let me know what you thought by commenting or sending an ask!

We're almost done! Stick around for a little longer, it'll be worth it.

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steveshairychest · 1 year

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10!

They're standing across the room from each other, pretending to be engaged in the countdown that echoes around them when really all their focus is on the person across the room.

Steve places his drink down on something, he doesn't know what, he hopes it was a table, and slowly starts inching his way through the group of people gathered in the small Byer's lounge room.

Eddie tips his head back and downs the last of his beer. He can see Steve moving out of the corner of his eye and it makes him jittery. He's been thinking about it all night and hopes that Steve has too. He noticed Steve's eyes following him around earlier in the night, saw the way he checked his watch over and over. Eddie's hoping Steve's waiting for the same thing he is.

"I'm so excited, Steve! Are you?! Oh, are you getting more wine? Get me some. I'm gonna need the liquid courage." Robin's yelling at him excitedly over the shouts of their friends and family. She wants him to stand with her, but Steve knows if he stops moving now, he'll chicken out, and he's been psyching himself up all day. He can't back out now.

"You don't need more wine to kiss Nancy. Just do it. She's been giving you heart eyes all night." He smiles and wiggles out of her grasp.

His hands are sweating so bad. He can see Steve whisper something to Nancy as he brushes past her and she immediately blushes a deep red and smacks him playfully. Oh. Did he interpret this wrong? Has he been imagining Steve flirting with him all year?

"You look like you're going to throw up." Dustin yells. He's got a party hat on and a pair of glasses in the shape of the new year. "Dude, you're actually so pale right now."

"Shut up, Henderson." Eddie groans as he watches Steve resume his way over to him. Well, he hopes Steve's coming to him.

Steve can feel the nerves setting in as he gets closer to Eddie. He can see the flush on his cheeks and the stain on his shirt from where Robin spilled wine all over him while dancing. His hair is a bit of a mess, he runs a hand through it and leans down to whisper something to Dustin, who has only been drinking Sprite all night but is acting more drunk than half the adults.

Steve almost stops when Eddie's eyes fall on him.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." Eddie whispers to himself as Steve keeps his gaze on him while pushing through the crowded lounge room. He can hardly hear the sound of the countdown as his heart beats loudly in his ears.

"Hey." Steve says when he finally takes his place at Eddie's side.

"Hi." Eddie whispers back, Steve only heard it because their standing so close. He can smell the beer on Eddie's breath and feel his warmth as they are crowded against the wall.

Eddie is afraid to breathe, afraid to move in case he scares Steve away. Steve places a hand on the wall near his head and shifts slightly closer. "I've wanted to do this all year." He whispers, his eyes drop to Eddie's lips before glancing over his shoulder at the countdown.

"Well, don't make me wait any longer." Eddie places a hand on the side of Steve's face and brushes his thumb along his cheek. He feels like time has slowed down just for them, just so that he could savour this moment.

Happy New Year!

Steve crashes his lips against Eddie's and it's better than he ever imagined, and he imagined a lot. He doesn't know how he's gone his whole life without this. Without the gentle press of Eddie's tongue against his, the taste of him, the way he sighs so contentedly like there is nowhere else in the world he'd rather be.

He can hear fireworks outside, but they feel like they're going off inside him as Eddie drags him in closer and whispers, "Happy New Year." against his lips.

#HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #i cant wait to be delusional about steddie for another year

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unicornsannie · 3 months

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Park Seonghwa-Rockstar

Genre:Fluff

I'm back with another story. I hope this cheers you up this morning/evening

You walked towards the entrance of the concert where you had to pass through the crowd of fans at Seonghwa's concert today You are not interested in rock but who else brought you other than your friend who is really interested in Seonghwa

"Y/N, I promise to make you happy tonight. Just don't expect to run away from this concert again" You just looked at your friend who was holding your arm instead of running away

"The situation here is crowded and noisy. But I like it" You gave a tight smile to your friend making her laugh.she took your hand and dragged you forward to see a good view"You think your sarcasm can change the situation? Don't expect it. This time you will be with Me all through the night"

You just sighed and glared at your surroundings.All the lights went out making Seonghwa's fans shout excitedly and wait for his arrival.When the lights focus on Seonghwa. Seonghwa makes eye contact with you and is stunned for a while.

When you seeing your friend back, Seonghwa regained focus and apologized to his fan"Everyone, I actually have news and it's about me randomly choosing one of you to be my lover"

Everyone screamed like crazy making you laugh. Your friend noticed and grabbed your shoulder."Why are you laughing Y/N?"You shook your head and tell him something." I don't want to laugh at anything but the way he wants to find his lover is weird like he will choose randomly"

Your friend laughed and whispered in your ear"Imagine if Seonghwa chose you"You just glared at her and looked back at Seonghwa"Shut up and listen to what song he wants to play later"Your friend slapped your shoulder playfully making you smile widely.

Time skip

After being at the concert for 2 hours (I have never been to a concert ༎‿⁠༎)Everyone still has the energy to wait for who Seonghwa will choose.Even your friend started to hope that she was chosen by him which made you just sigh

"As I promised, I will choose..." Seonghwa called security and whispered something then the security nodded and ran.Before Seonghwa started choosing security entered your area and picked you up and took you out of the crowded area

Your friend shouted your name but you couldn't fight back, instead you just crossed your arms and walked away without being grabbed by security.You walked towards the back of the stage and saw Seonghwa adjusting his bass guitar"Oh hi dear, how was my concert"

You just walked and sat on the chair. Crossed your arms and just looked at him sharply. Seonghwa chuckled and rubbed your cheek." I'm sorry my love but you're challenging me aren't you?"

2 weeks ago before the concert

You and Seonghwa fight strained your relationship."You are always busy with your career than me" Seonghwa stood up and trapped you against the wall "Y/N, please understand me, I did this for us. why are you still childish"You looked at him before taking your bag"You go find someone else who isn't childish like me"Those were your last words after you left him

When you heard that your friend was interested in Seonghwa, he took you to the concert, which disgusted you but you had to follow her

End of flash back

You were still silent and looked at him."Eh? Can't talk anymore.Y/N"You saw his hand slowly touch your cheek and bring it to his face.He kissed you deeply makes you not fight and continue to kiss him

He broke the kiss and looked deep into your eyes."I hope you talk back to my magic kiss."You just looked at him before opening your mouth"I hope you are happy with your decision"Seonghwa smirked and held your thigh and brought his face closer to yours

"I already chose" You raised your eyebrows waiting for his answer to come out of his mouth and he smiled"I choose you" He gave a quick kiss makes you smile

"I still love you. It's impossible to replace you. You're special to me Y/N" You looked at him who was gently stroking your hand "I want to apologize for focusing too much and forgetting about your existence"

"I also forgive you Hwa, it's my fault for making you stressed" Seonghwa smiles and hugs you." So, what about your fans out there with your promise"Seonghwa just stared at you and bit his lip

"I'll take care of it later, right now I have something to do which is you" Seonghwa pinched your cheek making you smile "I knew you would come to this concert and be jealous right"

You laughed and nod between his hands on your cheeks"Don't worry my love,no one can replace you" Seonghwa smiled before kissing your nose

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I just want to make a little plot twist🙂👍

#ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez hard thoughts #seonghwa fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa angst #ateez thoughts

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frankcastleonlyfans · 2 years

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Hey! I read this and was wondering if you could write a drabble/imagine on that Dad! Daemon is training the boys (Rhaegon, jace, Luke and Aemond and Aegon if you want) and Mom!reader, Alyssa, Baela and Rhaena are watching and one of them makes a comment about girls not knowing how to fight properly or something (you decides) and mom!reader (who is very good with a sword, by the way) fights Daemon and wins (with the girls cheering) thus proving otherwise, please? (just a moment of fun and relaxation with the children with them)

it's been so long since i last wrote mom!reader in our dad!daemon au!! i had some fun writing this, specially because i love writing the kids <3 i wrote this drabble based on my favorite scene from the fire & blood book so, i hope you like 💓

"I like when father comes to the training yard. Ser Criston doesn't like to let me watch." Alyssa said excitedly, spinning around you.

"Oh, really?" You frowned, confused.

You knew that Alyssa herself had asked Viserys for his permission to let her watch the boys training anytime she wanted to. Alicent once had told her that little girls aren't supposed to hold swords, that is a man's job. But you knew your daughter had your husband's temper, and she wouldn't let the Queen tell her what to do. She asked her uncle to let her train with the boys, but the king refused.

But Demon had his training lessons with her and your oldest son, so it was quite obvious that your daughter had a thing for fighting. And you liked to encourage her. Since very young, you liked swords and self-defense training, so perhaps your little girl took a little taste for it after you. You had your own sword, your own shield, your own armor, and yet you wore dresses, and was only seen in ringmail for dragonriding. Nowadays, no one would take you as a shieldmaiden, but you knew that you still remained talented in your bones if you had a sword in your hands.

"I'm glad we can watch!" Baela grinned, looking up at you.

"Yeah, Baela and I don't get to see the training as much as Alyssa does. Ser Criston says it's not up for little girls to be on the training yard." Rhaena took your hand as you walked together to the camp.

You could hear the sound of steel clashing from afar. The boys were training in pairs; Rhaegon and Aemond, Luke and Maegon, but Aegon and Jacaerys were both against Daemon. You and the girls stayed close, but not too close, since there were too many people holding swords in the same space.

You watched your husband having his fun with the boys. You knew how he felt about Aemond and Aegon, but he wouldn't hurt the kids on purpose. It was fun to watch him turning them against each other.

"He's only using one hand, how can you be so slow?!" Aegon shouted, scolding Jacaerys as he tried to strike Daemon.

"You're not doing any better, Aegon." Jace huffed, trying his hardest to touch Daemon.

The Rogue Prince was quick to dodge the boys’ moves, and easily push them both to the ground. Aegon groaned loudly, tossing his sword in anger.

"Better luck next time." Daemon smirked.

The girls laughed, watching the prince having a meltdown. Aegon could be so dramatic sometimes...

"What are you laughing at? Honestly, what are you even doing here? This is a place for men only! We know you want to train, but women can't do shit with swords in their pretty little hands!" Aegon yelled.

You cocked an eyebrow. You couldn't understand since when this training yard had been a "place for men only". Your husband held the sword of the queen conqueror, Visenya Targaryen, and this didn't mean anything for them? Women had done so many things for this realm, and yet there was no place in the training yard for them? "Who decided we can't fight too?", you wondered.

You looked down to Alyssa, who stood beside you with quite a frown once she heard that she didn't belong there.

"Stay. If your father asks, say I'll be back soon." You told her, leaving a kiss on top of her head before you headed inside.

Daemon watched you leave and immediately came towards his daughter, who hugged his legs before he could even say a word.

"Where did your mother go? I thought she would watch the training with you girls." The prince asked, taking the little girl in his arms.

"She said she will be back soon." Alyssa shrugged.

No one expected you to come back with your hair braided in a crown around your head, wearing a full armor and ringmail, and with your sword in your hand. Maybe the armor was a bit too much, but it was good to wear something that once felt like a second skin to you.

The boys chatted between themselves, until one of them saw you and went silent. When everyone's sight caught you, they were too shocked to say anything. You felt powerful. You felt like showing them you belonged in that yard, and like you should show them what women could do with a sword in their pretty little hands.

"So, this place is supposed to be for men only. I'm guessing it's because 'women can't fight'?" You smirked, staring directly at Prince Aegon, "But tell me, who's too much of a man to defeat me? I mean, I'm only a woman, so I think it wouldn't be that hard, right?"

Alyssa looked at you with wide eyes. She was too marveled to express any words. She had never seen you in your armor, and you never talked about your swordswoman days. You thought your support was enough, but you left Daemon to be the only role model as a warrior in her life. Today you would be her knight in shining armor.

"I'm not fighting a woman!" Aegon said.

Daemon smirked, looking at you with a hunting gaze, that same look he used moments before taking you to bed. You stared at him, drawing your sword and pointing it out towards him.

"Perhaps my lord husband would like to give me this honor?" You bit your smirk as the children gasped at your challenge.

"Mother, you can't be serious!" Maegon frowned.

"You cannot possibly think that you can defeat father in sword combat." Rhaegon stared at you as if you had gone insane, and perhaps everyone shared the same thought. Everyone but Alyssa, and Daemon.

"It would be a pleasure to finally show my pupils some real sword fighting. It's not that bullshit that Cole tries to teach you, and unfortunately, I'll not be here everyday to show it to you. Today my lady wife will show you how it's done. Perhaps you can learn a thing or two from her, Aegon." Daemon teased, unsheathing Dark Sister and going to the center of the yard.

You passed by his side, and Daemon grabbed your arm, making you stop. You smirked and looked up to him, towering your body.

"You look really hot right now." He practically howled near your ear, letting go of your arm.

"That's how it's done." Daemon pointed out, staring at the children whose mouths fell open to the prince's bleeding face.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen imagines #daemon targaryen #dad!daemon targaryen au #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!deamon targaryen x mom!reader drabble #house of the dragon imagines

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lemon-boy-stan · 1 year

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10:42 pm - japanese lessons (nakamoto yuta x reader; suggestive)

"I am not teaching you Japanese!" snorted Yuta, halfway through his seventh glass of wine. "Please?" you pouted, "I wanna learn my boyfriend's native tongue." he rolled his eyes, "but you're an impatient learner and you hate languages." you scowled, "no I'm not! I wanna learn! I'll learn anything you teach me, I'm a pro."

And then an idea formed in his head, clearing his mind. A bad one, but a good one. A really fucking dirty one. "Okay," he smirked, "I'll teach you. Just a few phrases." he loved the way your eyes lit up like a little puppy.

He pointed to the sofa across the one you were both sharing, and you clapped excitedly and took a seat on the plush grey surface.

"Okay," smirked Yuta, "so the first lesson is common phrases." he found it cute that you were so excited without knowing a single word of what he was going to teach you. "This one is, "please use me, please, I'll be such a good girl for you." and it means, "thank you so so much! I really liked the meal you cooked." Don't use it on my mum, though, because she doesn't like cooking." and Yuta snorted.

You repeated the words innocently and Yuta's mind began to travel. He couldn't stop imagining the words tumbling out of your mouth as he pinned- "Yuta," your voice snapped at him even though you weren't snapping, "was it good? Did I do good?" he fucking love how you always seeked his validation. "Yes, baby," he pinched his leg, "it was so good." and you gave him that dazzling smile of yours.

"Let's teach you some more words," he murmured, even dirtier thoughts running through his mind. "This is, "Please, Yuta-san, I need you." and it means, "Yuta-san is so cute!"" he chuckled softly. You scowled, repeating the words, "I don't think Yuta is cute." and Yuta snorted, even though he was just about hard as wood right now.

"And this one..." he murmurs, "means "fuck me till I can't walk". Go on, it's not that hard." you smiled innocently still, "fuck me till -" and there was a loud shout.

"Oi, Yuta!" and Yuta cursed, whirling around. "Are you teaching her bad words?" he should've known. Fucking Shotaro, who didn't have any boundaries. He scowled, crossing his arms, "don't you fucking know how to knock, Osaki?" right about to kiss you, pissed off that sex wasn't going the way he wanted. He was going to tell you what they meant, eventually.

"What?" your cheeks burned red, "Yuta-san, what did Shotaro mean?" suddenly feeling funny and awkward; either from your boyfriend's broken kiss or the unexpected way his friend barged through the apartment. "Well, if I heard correct, what Yuta-san was teaching you was rude and dirty. Wanna hear what it was?" you crossed your arms at your boyfriend, glaring at him while speaking to Shotaro, "yes."

"So, what Yuta-san said, was "fuck -" and Yuta roared, "shut UP, Shotaro!" but you hit his arm, "no. Tell me!" face still red. "Well," grinned the kid, "what he said was, "fuck me till," and I believe if I hadn't been interrupted it would've been, "I can't walk."" and your face was, if possible, even more red than it had been. Your hand flung to your mouth, "Yuta-san!" shrieking his name softly, "I can't believe you taught me that! That wasn't what I meant by "teaching me Japanese!"" and Shotaro snorted loudly in laughter despite his hyung's firey glare.

"What else did you teach her?" smirked Shotaro. "Daddy?"" and Yuta shook his head, "no, we just use Yuta-san. We need to let her know to respect me in bed, too." and you shrieked again, "that means Daddy? Yuta!" mortified. And even Yuta was snorting. "What... what did the other things mean?" you mumbled.

"The first one, didn't mean "thank you so much, I liked your meal,"" said Yuta, "it really meant, "please use me, daddy, please, I'll be such a good girl for you." and Shotaro was cackling now as you let out yet another shriek. "Oh, don't tell me you don't find it hot," he sneered, "I know you well enough by now." and you reddened once more, "well - I - I would've liked you to at least tell me what it means first! What if I had said it to your mother or something?" and Yuta laughed too, "well, that's why I said not to use it on my mother."

Shortaro was in hysterics. Your eyes filled with tears, "Yuta-san! I said not to be mean to me!" and he shrugged, "when?" your lip bubbled. "Alright, Shotaro, get out. My princess was so good for me I need to show her a good time. And we're going to continue despite you watching." Shotaro darted, obviously something Yuta had said startled him. Yuta snorted.

"Why?" you turned to him, "what did you say?" and he loved how innocently you were still speaking. "I said, my princess was so good for me that I need to show her a good time, and that we would continue despite him watching. I'm sure you would've gotten the hint in a while; once you see the prude who just left not leaving." giggling softly at your shocked expression and noises.

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Memory Lane - Sam Winchester

Title: Memory Lane - Sam Winchester Words: 878 Relations: Sam Winchester X reader. (Platonic) TW: Nightmare. Fluff.

Prompt:

Having a nightmare, Sam stays up with you and you talk about your favourite times with him.

I breathed heavily and sat up out of bed as quickly as possible. I was practically panting and frantically looked around to see that I was at home and in my own room safe and sound. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, I'm definitely not going to be able to fall asleep now. I groaned and sat on the edge of my bed, I slid my feet into some fluffy socks from the drawer in my dresser.

I ignored my reflection and walked out of my bedroom door. I looked over the back of the couch where my best friend Sam was currently asleep. He's been gone for so long that I'm just finally glad to see him for a few days. We met at Stanford and instantly became best friends. At the beginning of the friendship, I thought that I was in love with him but as time has gone by and we've learnt more about each other I can't imagine it any different. I smiled as I walked into my kitchen and looked into the fridge, I quietly got myself a cold drink, taking a sip as the fridge door closed. I looked over to the couch and smiled at Sam's sleeping state. I giggled slightly at his legs protruding over the side, he's way too tall.

"And stay out!" A neighbour shouted through the hall way.

"Shut up!" Another neighbour shouted and I knew instantly there was no way Sam could sleep through that. They're always arguing in the building I shouldn't have let Sam sleep on the couch, he'll probably be up all night whenever they shout. I looked over to him to see him wiping his eyes and sitting up to look at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a deep groggy voice.

"Yeah, I just came for a drink," I explained and looked at him as he looked at me in the darkness. "I can't sleep," I added and he nodded and stood up. He walked over to me and hugged me, something I didn't know I needed.

"Was it a nightmare?" He asked softly so I nodded as my head rested on his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked but I shook my head. Seeing it once was enough. "I can keep you company till you fall asleep if you want?" He asked and I pulled away to look up at him excitedly. He chuckled as I grabbed his hand and practically skipped to my room. I sat on the bed crossed legs and looked to him expectantly.

"What shall we do first?" I asked making him laugh.

"You're supposed to be going to sleep," he commented as he took a seat but I shrugged.

"We should tell stories, not scary ones, I'll never sleep," I joked making us both laugh. I thought for a second. "Remember that time in Stanford when we were at the Halloween party and George got so drunk he hit on you," I stated unable to contain my laughter.

"He was pretty smooth I almost forgot I was a guy," Sam joked making me laugh hysterically. "Remember when I forgot to hand my assignment in so you distracted the teacher so I could sneak into his office and you ended up flashing him so he wouldn't catch me," Sam was in fits of laughter at the memory.

"That's not funny, he kept emailing me the rest of the year," I didn't bother hiding my laughter.

"Worth it," Sam added making me laugh.

"You still somehow got a higher grade than me on that assignment," I joked making him burst. I missed our fits of laughter. I always seem to miss his laugh, it's always too quiet without him.

"Remember when you did that prank on Joe?" Sam said through his laughter. I dropped my mouth open, the memories coming back. I laughed as I shook my head. "He probably still hates you," He laughed.

"In my defence, I didn't know he had a girl over," I laughed hysterically. Remembering Joe's horrified expression. I had used a ladder to jump-scare him by wearing a mask and tapping on his window, what I didn't know was that he was in the middle of having sex and he ended up screaming and running away naked. It was the worst timing in the world but hilarious.

We talked all night, and we ended up getting more comfortable at one point and fell asleep cuddling. We didn't mean to but that's how we woke up when the light was shining through the gap in the curtains. We didn't really find it awkward, if anything I enjoyed it.

Sam woke up with a bit of a stretch, I yawned, rubbing my eyes. Sam's chuckling reminded me he was here. I looked at him confused, soon realising how close we were. I smiled shyly, moving to untangle myself from him but his arms that were already around me held on tighter. He didn't say anything as he held me a little tighter. I smiled, melting into the hug and blushing that he wanted to stay in bed and cuddle for as long as he could get away with. I'm not stopping here. I'll happily stay here all day.

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Could I maybe get Thrawnxfem!brothel worker,something something alien biology and mating

It will be a 2 parter cause I can't segway my way to the smut organically, enjoy the romantic fluff of the first part.

“Hurry up! Get in ranks!” shouts the Matriarch.

You and all your brothel’s sisters run to place yourself in the Grand Salon, a large room richly decorated in a royal fashion, so different from the quarters reserved for the prostitutes. With gold and forest green tones, large lavish sofas and long wall hangings, this room clearly tries to mimic the atmosphere of the Imperial Palace without really succeeding. Not that you could know what the interior of the Imperial Palace would look like. A low ranking whore like you doesn’t really get time or permission for cultural leaves.

You rearrange your hair as you run in the corridors, flattening your short dress with your colleagues next to you, wondering who might have come at the brothel to cause such agitation. Usually when a client comes, they get a sample of the harlots, maximum ten prostitutes presented to them, but today, all 50 prostitutes are being hurried to the Salon.

Who might have come to cause such a commotion?

“Move away, you!” You’re being pushed against the wall.

Daniama and her gang walk past you with laughter, with heavy make up and golden jewelries, they are the creme de la creme of the Brothel, young, fit, exotic, beautiful… They brought a real fortune to the house and in two or three tricks they should be able to buy their freedom away from the prostitutes' neighborhood and pay their debts to the Matriarch. You envy them terribly. You are a lower class harlot, not being picked much, still in outrageous debts up to your neck. You doubt you will ever leave this house, at least until your youth wither away, then you will be thrown out in the streets of Coruscant, alone.

You bite your inner cheek.

“Hurry up!” Barks the Matriarch, “Don’t keep him waiting!”

You place yourself hurriedly in line, next to your friends of misfortune. Daniama and her gang are placed forwards, in a spotlight for the client to see them first. They will again be chosen tonight, leaving all your other sisters arms dangling without any cash infusion again.

“Silence, girls! Lower your heads, we have a VIP guest tonight, do justice to the house!”

Daniama giggles, freeing her mane and deepening her cleavage. The armada of prostitutes behind her is just here for decorations, here to embellish her and her friends even more, a prop to their success.

“Do you think he will buy the debt of one of us?” She asks her gang, they laugh excitedly in response, holding hands.

Your own friend nudges you with a comforting smile. You smile back at her in the same fashion. That’s right, once they are gone you will have more chances on your own. Do not despair!

A man enters the room and immediately silence takes place.

You raise your eyes discreetly to see him. It is a tall man, taller than anyone in this room, with deep blue skin and glowing red eyes. He wears a white military uniform but you can’t make sense of his plaque.

“Welcome, Grand Admiral.” The Matriarch salutes him with a sweet voice and a smile “It is an honor to see you.”

You lower your eyes immediately as he looks over the room. Never meet a client's eyes until they choose you…

“Well, I just hope to find what I came here for. You are not the first establishment I visited today.” He lets her know, hands clasped behind his back.

“They always say that, but they always come back to us after.” She assures him.

“We will see about that.”

“Let me show you the girls, Grand Admiral Thrawn. I am sure we have the perfect product for you!” She gestures to him to approach, taking support from her cane.”This is Daniama, she is the pearl of the establishment, she is very well versed in all the pleasure techniques and will satisfy you in every possible way.”

He takes a step further, observing her intently. You can only see her back but you imagine her smiling boldly at him, looking at him in his eyes despite the interdiction. She does a small reverence and he simply takes her wrist and pulls it to his nose.

Is he… sniffing her?

He frowns and releases her immediately.

“No, she is not what I am searching for.” he simply states.

The Matriarch winces, it is uncommon that Daniama gets rejected. She presents one of her friends to him instead and he repeats the operation.

Same results.

You don’t know what he’s searching for but la creme de la creme isn’t useful today. He won’t find anything else here.

He starts walking among the rest of the prostitutes, blatantly ignoring the rest of the gang. He stops here and there, breathing in the scent off the wrist of some girl while the Matriarch presents her to him, but none pleases him. The more he tries and fails, the more displeased his expression gets. He’s losing precious time here when he should be planning important military campaigns!

You lower back your head when he enters your rank, walking calmly among the commoners. His boots resonate in the silent Salon, intimidating everyone. Your eyes are fixed on the ground when his black boots enter your field of vision and stop in front of you.

You hold your breath.

“She comes from a lesser establishment. I am not sure she would be suitable for someone of your stature, Grand Admiral. She is still quite inexperienced and not up to the standards of the House yet.” the Matriarch warns him.

He takes your wrist delicately.

His skin is so warm…

He deeply breathes in your scent and you regret not putting on perfume today, after a long day of work your musk can be significant.

He freezes completely.

You purse your lips. You just hope he won’t make any comment.

He breathes in again like to be sure of what he just sniffed.

His hand grazes the back of your head and forces you to tilt your head and expose your neck gently. He leans forward, his warm breath blowing on the skin of your neck, deeply inhaling again. He then parts from you, his fingers sliding under your chin to force you to meet his gaze.

He’s handsome. With delicate and haughty features, an assured gaze and a massive stature. Despite your better judgment your eyes meet and you immediately get lost in them. They are wonderful, like jewels…

“This one.” He just says and leaves immediately, letting you dumbfounded and arms dangling.

Your friend hugs you with a laugh as you catch back your breath.

“Well hurry up, (y/n)! Don’t keep him waiting, go prepare yourself!” The Matriarch chides you curtly.

You run back to your garret, passing on the dress reserved to your clients. You quickly comb your hair again and brush your teeth.

“Maker, hurry up!” The Matriarch shouts again.

You exit your room and she seizes your arm to push you through the corridors of the house. She guides you towards the biggest suite of the establishment, and looks terribly nervous. Arriving in front of the door, she picks specks of dust of your dress, flattening the fabric and checking your hairstyle

“Listen, this is a Grand Admiral, you must please him and bring fortune to the House. This is an incredible opportunity, so be nice, be obedient and don’t forget to smile and thank him for whatever he does.”

She then knocks on the door and pushes you inside.He’s sitting on a comfortable armchair, a glass of wine in his hand, looking at you. You immediately kneel.

“Sir.” You lower your head in submission.

You hear him snarl as he sips his wine.

“Stand up and raise your head.”

You obey. Your eyes meet again and you feel inextricably called by them. They are so beautiful…

“Approach.” He says softly, extending his hand to you.

You walk up to him and take his hand, his thumb brushes the back of yours and he inhales your scent again with a satisfied grin. You let him do it, a bit curious.

“What are you doing, sir?” You ask, trying to understand.

“I scent your pheromones.” He just answers casually, like it is a mundane occurrence.

You frown, his nose is very human-like, can it really pick up pheromones? He must have different olfactory receivers than yours.

“I am sorry, I did not have time to put on perfume.” You explain.

“That is quite well. It would have twisted my reading.” He tenderly kisses your hand.

You shift your weight, a bit troubled. You are not used to “nice” clients, they rarely make any efforts towards the girls they purchase. They prefer an obedient, silent girl and don’t embarrass themself with courtesy.

“And what are you reading?” You ask lowly, like a dirty secret, remembering your job.

“Exactly what I was searching for. My Von'ot.” His thumb keeps brushing your hand so tenderly it embarrasses you.

You smile with your best doe eyes and sit on his laps, letting the cut of your dress reveal your thighs to his gaze. You kiss the back of his hand and place it on the warm flesh of your thighs, inviting him to caress and explore your skin like a good prostitute would but his hand remains unmoving.

“And what is your Vonotte?” You ask with your temptress voice.

“Von'ot.”

“Yes, Vonotte.”

“No, it is pronounced : Von'ot.”

You wince.

“That’s what I said: Vonot!”

He shakes his head with an amused expression.

“This is not quite right, you must pronounce : Von'ot.”

You purse your lips. He was supposed to focus on your sexy voice and disposition, not how to pronounce a word!

“Well, whatever it is pronounced, what is it?” You flatter him.

Always showing interest in what the client says, whatever he says, pretend it is the most fascinating thing you ever heard. You start unbuttoning his collar to gain access to his neck and start kissing it.

“In Basic you will call it a mate.” He sighs deeply.

You stop.

You part from him, frowning.

“Like a… friend?” You inquire suspiciously.

“No, dear one.” He grazes your cheek with his knuckles.

Those little physical displays of affection really start to stress you out. Usually you would already be in bed with his cock deep inside you and you would forget about each other the next day. But this…

Like he’s trying to sweeten you.

He’s about to demand something from you, something he was rejected for in the other Brothels, something so ignominious no other harlots would do it.

It’s always like that with non-human clients…

You look at him with heavy suspicion, holding your breath.

“Like a sex partner for life. A soul twin, a companion in life.” He explains.

Your frowns deepen. You are so suspicious now.

“I came here to find my other half.” He keeps caressing your cheek with some fondness in his eyes.

You are fully creeped out.

“What do you mean?”

“I propose you to buy your contract to your Matriarch and take you from this life of prostitution and uncertainty.”

All your nerves are on fire. Is this some kind of sick joke? Luring an escape to a desperate woman to mock her?

“You are not believing me.” He simply adds.

“You will understand it is quite hard to believe such a thing.” You just respond between your teeth.

Is it rich people's humor? A thing you’re too poor to understand? Coming all back there and having a laugh at people’s misery?

“I admit it, but I am genuine in my offer.”

You stand off his laps and take some steps in the suite, hugging yourself.

“Why would you do that in the first place?” You mumble

“Because I want my mate at my side at all times, to live with her, to enjoy her presence and revel in what she has to offer.” He patiently explains, slouched on the seat like a king.

“What would make you think a human prostitute could be a proper mate to your species? Humans don’t have mates.”

“Your pheromones indicate you are compatible with me. Perhaps it will not work out, but I am willing to try, the question is : are you?”

“That’s…” You bite your cheek “That is a lot to take in.”

“I understand it.”

“What if I say no?”

“I will leave you be and search for someone else compatible with me.” He takes a sip of his drink.

You bite your thumb. If you say no, someone else will be saved and you could say goodbye to your only chance to leave this life. The offer is tempting, but could you trust him? He’s a soldier after all, you give them little credits.

“I don’t even know you.” You counter “How could I trust you? Maybe you’re a psychopath in search of its next victim.”

“I admit you can give little to no credit to my story.” He raises from his seat without pressing himself “But you should find intel on my personhood on the holonet quite easily. It should paint you a broad portrait of who I am.” He slips right behind you and you feel his warm hands pressed on your arms, very gently, caressing your soft skin. “But you might be more interested in who I am in private…” He murmurs so softly in your ear, you feel his warm breath grazing your thin skin, making you shiver.

You spin on yourself towards him suddenly, taking him aback.

“Alright, and how would it go exactly?” You inquire.

You are terribly tempted, it is a unique chance, your ticket out of hell, but you should make sure you won’t end up in another one.

“You would live with me on my ship or my Corusantian apartment when on leave, you would cater to my needs. All your own needs will be taken care of, as your expenses. You will have your own room and privacy, manage your own money, you will be free to follow your own career and spend time with who you want. You will pretty much be a free woman.”

“Pretty much?”

“You will be tied to me for life.”

You bite down your nail again, mind speeding.

“And those needs I should cater to, what are they precisely?” You investigate.

“Primarily my sexual needs. But I also research a partner in life, a comforting and friendly presence-”

“Oh, you want a sex friend.” You understand suddenly.

He seems to wince a bit at this mention.

“If that is how you humans call them. Do those “sex friends” share a soul bond with their companions?”

“Maybe not.” You admit.

“Understand that I search for a partner for life, it is not a light decision.” He explains.

You think about it for a minute before asking.

“Let’s pretend I accept, we share a bond, yadda, yadda, yadda… What would happen if I fall in love with someone else?”

“Usually mates fall in love with each other.”

“Probably, but we humans don’t operate like that. So how would it go? Would I be free enough to pursue them? Will you chain me to you?”

“In theory, it could happen, indeed.” He reflects “I would not refrain you from sentimental fulfillment with another person, you should just make sure that they are okay with you having sex and sharing a deep bound with me.”

“And what if I invite them to the bedroom with us?” You half-jokingly ask.

“I would oppose that idea.” He shakes his head “I will not tolerate to share intimacy with another person than my mate.”

You purse your lips. Having a romantic life is forbidden in the prostitute district, and without being overly romantic yourself you always dreamed of finding your own love, your beloved, your sweetheart.

“So, in your package deal we ultimately fall for each other?”

“Am I that displeasing to your eyes?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“No!” You temper. “No. It’s just that it severely limits the options.”

It’s true, he’s a very handsome man, you won’t be against falling in love with him theoretically, but you don’t know what the future holds.

He holds his chin, like he is pondering the circumstances.

“Hmmm. I suppose you are right. I always thought I would fall in love with my Von'ot, but if I choose a human, maybe we could make an exception. Even if I doubt it will ever happen, accepting the bond is quite a soul changing experience.”

You lick your teeth, lost in your thoughts.

What do you have to lose at that point? It would be crazy to accept, but it would be as crazy to not take that chance and slowly die in that district.

“Are there other things I should be aware of beforehand?”

“My species goes through heat and rut cycles, that is why we need compatible mating partners. Ultimately, those natural processes for the goal to produce an heir, therefore I would most probably ask you to bear my child, is that acceptable to you?”

You always wanted a baby.

Not now tho, you’re way too young for motherhood.

“The question should be : do you mind them being interspecie?” you demand “I think that would be the problem for you.”

“ I do not mind in the slightest.”

“Then I think I’m cool with it too. Just not now, I am not ready to be a mother.”

“I understand perfectly. I myself am not ready to start a family.” He nods his head. “My kind also has some kind of… exotic features compared to you humans. You should be aware of that.”

You shrug, you’ve crossed paths with so many aliens, nothing can surprise you no more.

“I should be able to manage.”

“Is that a yes, then?”

You inhale deeply.

“Yes. I accept.”

The die is cast.

“Wonderful. Let us start, then.”

He seizes your face and leans forward to kiss you. By reflex you back down.

Kissing is a no go for prostitute, the only thing you would not do with client, the only intimate act reserved to loved ones. You only kissed once with a young lover in your teen years, before you get enrolled in a brothel.

“But… What are you doing… Sir?”

He tilts his head.

“I want to kiss you.”

“Didn’t you want to buy my debt from my Matriarch?!” You ask, lost.

“I will, but there are more present matters to attend to right now.” He takes your hand and places it on his groin. It was hidden by the long white jacket but it is swollen and warm to the touch, since when is it hard like that?

“Did you think I would not take you to bed?” He asks, amused by your confusion.

“I lost track of that with the discussion.”

He gently kisses your temple.

“I want to seal the deal as soon as possible. It has been years since I started searching for you. So many places visited, but you were not there.” He peppers kisses and pecks all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose. “You really made yourself desired.”

“I am sorry?”

“It is quite good. You are here, finally. And I cannot wait to tie myself to you, feeling whole for the first time in my life.”

He leans forward again and you evade him by instinct.

“Is something wrong?” He asks, puzzled

“No…. I mean, it’s just… Kissing is the only intimate act we reserve for our true lover.” You explain.

He considers you in silence for a minute.

“You are not a prostitute anymore. You are a free woman, free to love whoever you want, and kiss whoever you want.” He says, like it resolves years of conditioning.

“I guess, it’s just… I have to get used to it.”

“Let me put it this way : Do you give me the permission to kiss you?”

You look into his eyes, they are so clear and assertive… They’re beautiful fireballs illuminating the dim room. He’s so gorgeous, so handsome, so soft and gentle… But you want to be sure, is he gonna keep true to his words if he doesn’t get what he wants? Is he gonna respect your consent?

“I would rather we wait.” You admit.

He takes back your hand and kisses the back.

“Then we will wait, dear one.”

“What will happen if you get in a rut and I’m still not ready?” You investigate.

“I will take care of everything myself like I used to all these years.”

“Thank you…” You let out in a breath.

“Thank you.” He takes back his coat and put it on. “Follow me, we are going to see your employer.”

He doesn’t take you to bed?

“We are not gonna do it?” You ask perplexed.

He shakes his head slightly.

“No. If you are not ready to kiss me, you are not ready to have me in bed.”

He extends his hand to you with a soft smile, waiting for you. You consider his blue palm, it looks so soft and inviting…

You take it and he squeezes your hand.

“Let us go from this place.” He says, eyes already focused on the future.

You look at them enthralled.

And realize you can’t wait for the day he can kiss you.

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