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astralnymphh · 5 months

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ROBINS EGG BLUE

⤹ . moments with domestic!ellie x pregnant!reader

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⤹ . content; fluff, lovey–dovey, may cause baby fever or heartwarmed tears to swell, reader discretion is advised ౨ৎ

pregnancy is infuriating as not being able to comb your hair thoroughly. there is always a fat fucking knot to stem the fluid moment thereof– just as there lies a fat, fleshy boulder fastened to your stomach for a gruelingly long nine months. the bulge of your belly button has witnessed most of three seasons, and you weren't buoyantly idling around for the fourth to appear. this baby– this little devil, needs to get the hell out of dodge.

from the chagrin of a pair of jeans failing to button at the hips, straining the seams as you pull that fly parallel to your mother yanking the poor hairs from your scalp with a paddle brush– to the fleeting aggro nearby popping a blood vessel you feel when arguing with your wife, ellie, about some nonsensical, fruitless or futile dispute about what wallpaper pattern best suits the small dimensions of the nursey– pink and pearl striped with roses or robins egg blue and beige striped with roses, ellie continuously states "they're basically the same baby, i don't see what all the fuss is about." or whether ellie should throw in a batch of dino nuggets or regular nuggets cause the taste totally isn't the same, the shape definitely impacts how salty it is to your tongue, illogical banters.

but ellie will still be your loving, selfless, fond, and doting wife. your number one. apple of your eye. stupid auburn–haired heartthrob. you name it. through thick and thin of your expanding belly, she will always be the first palm to greet your baby in the morning, plastering her blanket–hot hand just beneath your navel and pressing her sweat damp fingerprints dimpling into your stomach, bending her index lightly into the petunia purple stretchmarks that vertically dip into your hips, waiting for minutes in the virgin sun morning for your baby to kick. literally, she has abandoned her old forenoon routine just to feel that first thump on her hand. and when it finally does happen, a little pounce vibrating beneath her palm lines– her fingers twitch lightly and a smile immediately crafts upon her rose lips, purring excitedly upon the fringe of your ear, words that only your snoozing brain with hark, "huh, see? he knows who his mama is– told ya."

but, ahh, stretchmarks.

she adores those little lightning marks lacing your belly– you on the other hand, thought the contrary, to which that husky fry would remind you, "ts' cause y'gotta baby growing in there, yeah? ours." flowing past the pouty berry lips so adamant on plowing kisses to the span of your scruff, ghosting them dry over the fine threadlike hairs with a pitched promise to never let you– or your belly go.

or, goddess, that one time ellie insisted you sit on the couch while she played her acoustic guitar, denting her fingertips with the strings as she plucks, subtly leaning the bay oak instrument closer to your belly so the baby would pick up those hollowed notes vibrating through the air. the fattest smirk would mushroom those cheeks to hug her nose– grooving those nasal lines to encase the thin curve of a smile, deepening at the corners. you even recall the dorkiest shit ever, how it carried to your ears out of the blue and left you pinching brow lines of amusement, "gonna' play this lil' guy guitar everyday– hey, d'ya think if i do that, he'll come out already knowing how to play?" spoken on a smokey chord, glancing up at you through lashes slightly downturned due to her facing the belly, directly. you told her with a sigh, "ellie, that is not how it works." dumbly smirking back, and she replied, "what? c'mon, maybe if i play electric, he'll be born a rockstar!" squeezing her voice with silly enthusiasm. a roll of your head cracks your neck, dangling back to barb, "you are ten times the idiot than you were yesterday." cause, well, she's constantly spewing the dopiest ideas. next thing you knew, she was rasping, "m'your fuckin' idiot." that cheesy motherfucker, slinking her guitar off the round of her thigh and stowing it at the sofa's footing, lurking forward on all fours to tackle your belly with bespattering kisses, moist and fiendish as ever.

infuriating was the task of putting socks on. fucking socks. the effortless effort that would usually clock you under ten seconds, moreso felt like ten eons. "ughh!" you would grunt from the depths of your compact lungs, extending two zombie arms over the blockage of your portly belly, perking the ears of ellie who was just in the abutting room, walls thin enough to bombard with sound. she whips around the door trim, leaning her lank weight away from it and cocking her head, distinguishing the predicament you had landed two feet in. a dry chuckle sounds from yonder the room, trailed by her honeyed resound, "need sum' help babe?" which, to her, falls to strike as a question– au contraire, soft, padded footsteps of feet who already had socks on, lucky them, carries ellie over and at your side, crouching with her knees splayed apart like bird's wings, raising hands to politely creep fingers under yours, prying the cottony ball from your grasp and craning it to her chest, sidling in her squat so that she would be an eyeshot vis–à–vis to you, at your beckon practically.

you remained silent, doused in the soft moment before you, yet a little embarrassed you couldn't do it yourself. a raspy, "here's one.." croaks from her throat prior to a hand cupping the ribbed underside of your ankle, tamping it gently into her chest so she could unfurl the sock and roll it up your foot, hedging your toes first with the linty fabric and laying it up the heel, letting the band snap in place– and her fingertips lingered at the ankle, caressing the nub for only a twinkle in time. "and the second one.." she scoops up the other foot, repeating the same tedious tenderness she gave to your other, gliding her hand from your ankle to your knee as she stood up, plating a pressure to the top of your thigh as she leans in, lips first, uttering, "there you go," smacking a puckered kiss to your stagnant lips, whispering upon them, "m'comin' to the bathroom with you. wanna hold him for a bit."

not even wild wolves could tear ellie from your baby, her baby.

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jamespotterismydaddy · 5 months

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Traded Posession

Dark!jacaerys x reader

A/N: I definitely did not do this request justice but I also feel like this would have to be a series if I did and I probs should finish a series before I start a new one😭

Pt 2 here

TW: DUBCON, smut, semi public sex, degration, talks of death, size kink

word count: 1,656 words

They call you a witch, all of them. How else would an unremarkable peasant girl get the attention of Aemond Targaryen? You spend your days at his side, bathed in blood as you lick his dagger clean. You’re his perfect accomplice. You like to think that he cares for you, loves you even but in this moment, you realize just how wrong you are.

The Kinslayer has fled King’s Landing and Prince Jacaerys has claimed it. He leaves you behind like a toy that he has tired of.

The next few days are a blur. Cregan Stark’s

men are the ones to find you after your

failed attempts to escape the city. In hindsight, it was silly to think you’d make it to Harrenhall anyhow, make it to your lover. After you are arrested, they promptly throw you into the dungeon, the dungeon where you have been left to rot for the past few days.

This is when you truly realize that he’s not coming for you. He’s. Not. Saving. You. And you were an idiot to think otherwise.

You’re getting close to having been left alone too long with your thoughts when the door to your cell clangs open. Two guards walk in and lift you under each arm, to your feet.

“Hey! What are you doing?” You ask, happy to be taken out of the dungeon but unsure if it’s out of the frying pan and into the fire.

“His Grace has summoned your presence.” The guard on the left says as they drag you to the throne room.

When you arrive, the doors are thrown open and you stumble in, the guards’ pace much quicker than your own. You come to a halt and someone says, “You stand in the presence of the Dragon Prince, Jacaerys, Heir to the Iron Throne and future Protector of the Realm.”

Jacaerys Velaryon stares down at you from the Iron Throne, a cold gaze in his eyes. “Kneel.” He commands and when you don’t immediately obey, your legs are kicked out at the joint and you fall to your knees. He just looks at you for a moment. “You’re much plainer than I had suspected.” He comments offhandedly.

“Sorry to disappoint.” You say with a grimace.

A hand strikes you across the face. “You will use the proper honourifics when you address the prince, whore.” The guard on the right spits out at you.

“There’s no need for that at the moment, Ser.” Jacaerys says and then smirks. “Actually, i’ll have the room cleared.

“Your Grace.” The guards bow and then exit the room dutifully.

“I was truly pleased when we captured you, girl. I had this whole plan to trade you to my traitor of an uncle just to make him watch as I burned you alive instead…” He trails off. It’s almost like he’s telling you a story rather than describing your fate. “It was all going to be proper vengeance for my brother. Though, you’re not nearly as innocent as he was, are you?” The way he speaks is so casual that it could almost unnerve you, if it wasn’t for your experience with one bloodthirsty Targaryen already. “Imagine my surprise when I send a messenger to him and the boy returns, cockless, with a note that says I can keep you.”

You try not to let the hurt show on your face. After all you’ve done for him, Aemond couldn’t give a shit whether you live or die.

“Ahh disappointed, are you? So am I.” He says simply. “I was actually so terribly disappointed that I found that sweet little village you’re from and burnt it down instead.”

The blood drains from your face. “W-What?”

“You were not useful to me so I burnt your fucking village to the ground.”

You don’t feel like the powerful woman you were at Aemond’s side at this point. You don’t even know how you feel. Your silence reflects your shock.

“Is that all you can show your future king, a blank stare? The more I look at you, the more I can’t believe how the cyclops was so beguiled. You’re nothing.” He says with a cruel disappointment.

You stare him down, angrily now and you spit on the ground in front of you.

“Are you trying to prove something to me, wench? All I can see is that you are perhaps a bit more reckless than an average peasant. Do you care for your life at all?” He asks, like he thinks you’re stupid.

“Yes, your Grace.” You say, thinking it would be unwise to lie. Spitting at his feet was unwise as well but perhaps pride is your fatal flaw… perhaps.

“Come here.” He says, beckoning you with his fingers. You follow his command, stopping at his feet. He points down. “Kneel.” You feel inclined to disobey, Aemond liked that defiance but this man is harder to read, frightening in a different way.

“I plead your mercy, my prince.” Grovelling usually is the safest bet.

“You really cannot decide how to act, can you? I intend to find your purpose.” He grabs you by the chin and tilts your head up. “Let’s start with the most logical.” He unbuckles his belt and you know exactly what he desires.

The prince is well endowed, you know it before he releases himself, but you could not have expected him to be this sizable. He laughs at your reaction. “Judging by the look on your face, Aemond’s cock is small.”

Not small. You think to yourself. But compared to this…

“I don’t doubt that you know what to do. I trust you won’t try anything stupid” He says seriously.

Stupid like biting his cock off.

He’s right though, you do know what to do, taking him in your mouth as much as you can and beginning to suck, you quickly realize Jacaerys is bored. You speed up your movements, just the way Aemond used to like it. The quick pace usually is pleasing to most men… you thought, but the way the prince slumps back in his throne says otherwise. He examines one of the swords next to him in a distant sort of interest and after a few moments, he grips your hair and pulls you off.

“I see now why he didn’t come back for you. You’re like a broken toy.”

You just gaze up at him from under your lashes. “It’s how he liked it.”

Jace scoffs. “What a surprise. You have no technique. I suppose you can learn. I expected you’d be a fully trained pet but oh well.” He brings your head close again. “Go slower this time.” He tells you and you do, taking the head into your mouth and beginning to suckle like a little lamb. “Better.”

You lick up his shaft and then try to take him fully into your mouth again. He never completely fits but you bring your hand up to aide yourself. He guides your movements, pulling on your hair back and forth. You gag almost every time but it would be pretty much impossible not to with how big he is. Though he seems to get off on both, it’s more the motions than your suffering that brings him pleasure.

“Good. Now get up.” He says as he pulls you off again. He stands as well and though he’s not as tall as aemond, he’s still taller than you. “Bend over.”

“Over what, your Grace?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes, like you’re more of a nuisance than anything. He then swiftly grabs you by the waist and manhandles you so you’re bent over the iron throne. Though, you make yourself pliable for him.

“You would think that as a prince, I wouldn’t have to do all this work.” He rucks up your skirts and tugs down your smallclothes. He sees your folds glistening with wetness. “Oh gods, you like all this? What a pretty little cunt you have.” He says as he rubs his hand through it. “Let’s see if it’s enough to truly make a man cunt-struck.” He then slips himself inside of you, so slowly that you think that it makes it hurt more rather than less.

“Ah-ah…” you whimper out once he’s fully sheathed inside of you.

“I almost didn’t think I’d get it all the way in.” He laughs a little before beginning to thrust lazily. “Maybe this was the only reason he kept you around. It wasn’t enough though, was it? He still abandoned his little whore.” He chuckles and begins to thrust a little harder now. “Nothing to say? You were so confident at the cyclops’s side you seemed to have lots to say then.”

“My prince…” you moan as he hits that sweet spot inside of you, his thick cock filling you up deliciously.

“Say my name when I fuck you.”

“Mmm, Jacaerys.” You whine out as his hands come to your hips, his thrusts making you unsteady.

“Perhaps I’ll keep you around. Make you my little fuck toy.” His thrusts get quite rough now. He’s angry and taking it out on you. And you could swear that his thrusts are so deep that his cock is in your tummy. You feel his fingertips on your pearl.

“Please, Jacaerys.” You beg him for release.

“Begging now? Gods maybe my stupid fucking uncle just enjoyed how pathetic you are, but you don’t care about him now, do you? You’re my whore now.” His hips keep slamming against yours and his words make you hit your peak, the possession of them enticing you. The way you constrict around him has the young prince hitting his peak as well. He spills his seed deep inside you and then immediately pulls out.

“I’m going to my chambers. I’ll have you bathed and delivered there in an hour.” He says before descending the steps and leaving you there, slumped over the iron throne.

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hurthermore · 9 days

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OMGOTMTOGKR I LOVE SEEING/HEARING OTHER FOLKS IDEAS ON WHAT HUMAN AL LOOKS LIKE TO THEM!!! For my story (The Moirai’s Loom) I tried to keep his looks somewhat similar to the fanart I’ve seen! His body type and height are exactly as you’ve described. Personally I think that his hair is natural curly and to tame it he uses a pomade to slick it back rather than fry it with perm or a hot comb. Reader is the exact same. I think my favorite design detail about him has to be his little fangs. Idk they r so cute. This is what they look like, curtesy to my very close friend @buntomu (pls check out his tiktoks!) who drew them for me!

AHH THIS IS SO CUTE!! His face is so close to how I imagine him!

Also she is sooo beautiful and cute, I LOVE her hair! My OC that I imagine for Misconduct literally has pink hair cause fuck y’all I do what I want SOOSKS

Also your friends art is AMAZING if they take COMMISSIONS LEMME KNOW!!!

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the-fiction-witch · 1 month

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The Child P1

Media TMR

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

I sighed as I turned over in my hammock hearing my back click and crack as I did, I hissed as I lay on my back feeling the rough hammock fabric against my skin, the small folded blanket as a pillow under my neck, as when I moved my bad leg began to cramp. I grit my teeth and stare at the sky for a moment, the sky a dark blue but a delicate glow of light as the sun had not yet risen over the walls, a good few hours until the doors open, and not even the runners or the cooks awake yet. Once the pain of the cramp subsided I glanced across the homestead the various hammocks hung around filled with the exhausted bodies of fellow gladers.

I smiled widely as I saw her, Y/n lay in her own hammock a small distance from my own. She laid in her hammock on her side, her head on her folded blanket, her firey Y/H/C hair in a braid down her back, some flyaways around her face from her sleep, her pale skin glowing in the gentle morning light, her eyes closed softly, her lips parted slightly, her chest rose and fell with each of her breaths, her little blue vest hugging her body, her denim shorts snug around her body, Her little socks on her feet. Her bare thighs, bare legs, and bare arms made me feel warm and tense. I watched her sleep for longer than I like to admit, I began gnawing on my bottom lip a little as I considered what to do. I glanced around the homestead making sure everyone was still deep in their sleep, I knew I was the first awake so I smirked to myself. I grabbed my blanket from behind my neck and I laid it out across my body and I shifted a little.

I tried not to make any noise as I let my eyes linger on her cleavage in her blue vest top, her bare thighs, her sweet waist and hips. I couldn't help gnawing on my lip as I looked at her.

I let my hands slip down under my blanket and unlaced my trousers slowly and quietly, once they where undone I slipped my hand in and did my best to be as quiet as possible still unable to take my eyes away from Y/n, I took a gentle grip of my shaft feeling it already stiff and tense. I began to softly stroke up and down the shaft feeling the sweet waves of pleasure building gradually. I knew I wasn't going to last long so I bit my lip hard unable to tear my eyes away from her, my hand getting faster and faster, my grip getting tighter, my breath getting jagged and sharp until I finally reached the peak I had been begging for my hips bucking up against my blanket as my jizz spilt across my stomach, I clamped my hand over my mouth to try and keep quiet even if I let out a little moan my head rolling back on my hammock as I looked at the sky.

I calmed down watching the clouds for a while enjoying every single second of the pleasurable waves flooding over my body. Before slowly cleaning up with the blanket, relacing my trousers and shoving the blanket down by my feet.

"Ummm..." I heard Y/n begin to stir in her hammock, she sat up and stretched doing a little adorable yawn,

Nawww she's so cute,

She opened her sweet Y/e/C eyes and gave them a little rub, "Umm Good morning Newt," she whispered not wanting to wake anyone else up,

"Morning Y/n," I smiled back, "What are you doing up so early?"

"Working,"

"ohh? Where are you working today?"

"Kitchens with fry," she says as she climbs out of her hammock and slips on her shoes and hoodie,

"Ahh alright,"

"what are you doing up to early?"

"Can't sleep, that's all."

"Aww you poor thing, is it your ankle again?"

"No, no more my back honestly,"

"Ohh, did you want me to swing by the medjacks to get you some painkillers?"

"You're sweet, but I'll be alright Y/n,"

"Alright Newt," she smiled, "See you later,"

"See you later, have a nice day in the kitchens,"

"You have a nice day in the gardens too," she smiled before she headed off giving me a wave as she went, I smiled and waved her goodbye too even if as she turned away I couldn't help but blow her a little kiss.

"Umm, I love you..." I sighed wistfully,

I sighed and got on with my work using my hoe to force the weeds from the ground without disturbing the plants too much, my hoodie around my waist as the day was far too hot. I gently thought to myself for a while mostly thinking about Y/n as I usually was, she's so cute, so sweet, so adorable, what I wouldn't give to be able to have her in my arms even just for one night!

I jumped as I heard a scream coming from the deadheads, I knew immediately it was Y/n, her female voice easy to pick up on.

I dropped everything and ran as fast as my feet would carry me towards the dead heads, I wasn't the only one as many other gladers heard the sound and ran to see what was happening, I quickly found Y/n having fallen in the dirt and leaves unconscious luckily she didn't seem to be bleeding or have any visible injuries. I took her in my arms gently holding her head,

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n are you okay!" I asked in panic before I saw a horrific sight as a silvery beetle blade crawled out of her hoodie making me squeal in panic it crawled out her hoodie and into the dead heads woods,

"what the hell!" Gally said,

"Get her to the medjacks. Now!" I demanded,

I sat beside Y/n's bed in the medjacks, I had held her hand since the incident never once letting her go. I saw her stir and immediately I perked up as I watched her Y/e/C eyes flutter open,

"Hi..." she croaked,

"Hi," I smiled tearing up to see she was alive, "How are you feeling?"

"Uhh... stiff, but fine," she says,

"I'm so happy you're alright, I was terrified I- I thought-" I stuttered my emotions spilling over and I gave up and just hugged her tightly crying on her shoulder, "I was so scared I was going to lose you."

"It's okay." She says hugging me too, "I'm here,"

"Y/n..." I muttered,

"Yes, Newt?"

"I- I need to tell you something," I told her as I pulled back a little to see her beautiful eyes as I stroked her Y/H/C hair, "I- I was so frightened of losing you, I- I can't imagine what I would do if anything happened to you... I- I love you."

"O-Oh... Newt..." she blushed, "I- I love you too,"

"You do!"

"I do," she nodded,

"Will uhh will you be my girlfriend?"

"I'd love to!" she cried with joy,

I cried too and I gave her lips a soft and gentle kiss she happily kissed back, and we sat kissing for a good while until we pulled back and couldn't hold back our smiles, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I think so,"

"What happened?"

"I don't know, I was just walking through the deadheads and suddenly I tripped into the dirt and I don't remember anything else,"

"You don't remember the beetle blade?"

"Humm?"

"The beetle blade, it was under your shirt I thought it must have attacked you,"

"no, I don't remember seeing one."

"Ohh, strange. Well at least you're alright love," I smiled giving her a soft kiss, "You want anything? anything at all?"

"Some bacon maybe?" she smiled laying on the little bed all cosy as she asked,

"You're adorable, of course you can." I smiled kissing her head, "I'll get fry to make you some special,"

I smirked a little as I heard the last few gladers head to their hammocks, knowing finally! we had some time alone, I turned the shower on half for heat and half for the noise to try and conceal our fooling around from anyone still awake. I stripped off and climbed in standing under the hot water and giving myself a good scrub so I was nice and clean, and making sure to give myself a little rub to make sure I was hard.

I mean of course I already am but I want to be at my best for her.

I heard her footsteps and I bit my lip, I heard her step inside with me and she wrapped her arms around my torso immediately I felt her naked body against my back and I moaned uncontrollably,

"Uhh! Y/n!"

"Hi newt," she giggled,

"Hi love," I giggled back, "Shall we?"

"Mhm," she nodded,

I smirked and turned to face her seeing her beautiful naked body and her Y/H/C hair let loose, "Ohh my- Bloody hell... You are always so beautiful!" I groaned grabbing her and kissing her passionately she kissed back as eager as I was, our lips attacked one another with such veracity! I almost thought she wanted to eat me, ummm but I'd let her. Our hands trailed up and down each other excitedly my own stroked her thighs, squeezed her ass, caressed her waist and fondled her breasts, she slapped my ass, stroked my chest and clawed down my back. I pulled back and growled a little leaning her against the wall and kissing down her body from her lips down her jaw, down her neck, down her sternum taking a moment to lick and tug on her nipples a little before kissing down her stomach. I stroked her thigh and moved it over my shoulder so I knelt on the floor and kissed up her thigh till I met her clit,

"Newt!" She gasped,

"Umm! Bloody hell love!" I groaned unable to resist kissing and nibbling her clit getting faster and more merciless on her hearing her gasp and moan above me her legs trembling, her hands in my hair twisting as she begged for more, I slipped my hand up and began to thrust my two fingers inside her which made her scream and squeal tugging my hair and pulling me closer with her leg so I sucked on her little clit and moaned against her feeling her as she dripped down my hand tasting her addictive taste on my lips before she pulled my hair hard and threw her head back in pleasure as she reached her peak. "Ughh! you always sound so good," I muttered giving her more kisses to make sure she enjoyed it as much as possible, she pushed me back and we happily swapped over, I leant against the wall and she moved kissing down my body often nibbling my skin making me gasp and groan already for her until she finally reached her knees. She didn't make me wait any longer and took my whole shaft into her mouth, "Oooohh god Y/n!" I moaned she moved her head back and forth sucking and licking, "Y/n! love! Ughhhh please...please..." I gasped throwing my head back and holding her head twisting my fingers into her Y/H/C hair, "Ugh! Y/n, please! I'm about to-" I moaned as I knew I was about to cum my hips bucking into her mouth until I hit my own peak and I screamed rather loud as I filled her mouth "Ohhh ohhh god... uhhh... bloody hell love," I cooed, as she pulled back, "I love you so much,"

"I love you too newt,"

I sat in the grass with my back against the log watching the fire as I sipped my moonshine,

"Hi, newt..." Y/n said sadly as she headed over,

"Awww Hi love, what's up?" I asked as she came and sat beside me, I was a little disappointed usually she sits in my lap on bonfire nights,

"I don't feel well," she pouted,

"Ohh you poor thing," I cooed, "Tummy ache? headache? period?"

"No,"

"Ohh what is it then?"

"... Newt,"

"Yeah?"

"... I think I'm pregnant," she says holding her knees to her chest,

My heart dropped, my eyes wide, my breath hitched, "You- You- you think you're pregnant?"

"Mhm," she nodded,"

"...I- uhh... Ho- How! No! No... you can't be pregnant we've not-" I began,

"I know," She said, "I know we haven't... done that yet,"

"I mean we've got close a couple of times... but we've never done anything that could have gotten you pregnant, we're always so careful!"

"I know we are, it doesn't make any sense..." she said, "We are always careful with what we do, and I trust you completely and the other boys, but... I've not bled in four months, I'm always sick, I've been attacking the strawberries in the gardens like a wolf,"

"Maybe it's stress?"

"Maybe but what if it's not... Newt what if I'm pregnant?"

"Well, I- I guess we'll just have to work it out," I told her pulling her onto my lap and letting her sit there while I cuddled her so she could have her head on my chest, I stroked her skin and kissed her hair, "No matter what I love you, and I'll be by your side. I promise."

"Thank you Newt," she smiled, "... I don't know how this happened,"

"I don't either, I can only assume... maybe something got on my hand or maybe- who knows maybe we made a mistake or something," he explained, "But no matter what I love you, and I'll love our baby no matter what,"

"Awww, you're so sweet Newt," she cooed,

I smiled as I finished up with the gardening, I returned my tools to the shed and headed off to the homestead where I saw Y/n lying in the hammock stroking her sweet bump,

"Hi newt," she smiled,

"Hello love," I smiled as I kissed her and her bump, "How's little glader?"

"Cosy, happy to see Daddy," she giggled,

"Aww I'm happy to see you both too," I smiled giving her a little cuddle and kisses, "You alright?"

"I have a human growing inside me..."

"Good point, anything you want? another pillow? blanket? some food?"

"I'm fine," she nodded, "How was work?"

"Fine, I'm just happy to be back with you,"

"Oooh... Newt," she giggled moving my hand to her stomach and feeling the baby kick,

"Awww little glader's kicking away," I cooed peppering her tummy with kisses, "Can I?"

"Of course Newt," she nodded,

I smiled and crawled into the hammock with her laying myself so my head was on her belly stroking her with my hand, listening to baby shift and move in her stomach, often muttering and singing to her belly.

I kept Y/n close to me, holding her hand. We stayed in the little bed in the facility trying to keep her close still nervous about this place.

"Newt..." She gasped,

"Y/n..." I gasped in shock,

"Baby..." she said holding her stomach,"

"Baby!" I yelled, "Uhhhhh right... okay... uhhhh" I gasped,

I was beyond nervous doing my best to help her as much as I could, but I wasn't much help given the seriousness of the situation luckily staff and doctors rushed in and took Y/n out, they tried to take her without me but there was no way I was letting that happen I forced them to take me with her even if they didn't want to, they took us to a medical room and set her on a bed, they gave her a gown, a breathing tube and they let me hold her hand.

I don't remember much all of is just chaos and madness of orders, screaming, shouting and insane tools. I did my best to comfort her but honestly, I'm not sure I was much help.

"There we go," A doctor says as she pulls the baby into view the little baby is covered in blood,

"Aww, it's okay. It's okay. You did amazing Y/n, you did so good." he cooed,

"It's over?"

"It's over. it's all over. it's all okay. You did so good, I'm so proud of you,"

"Is the baby okay?"

I looked to the doctor as she cleaned and wrapped up the little baby before handing them over to Y/n,

"It's a little girl," The doctor cooed,

"A little girl" she cooed, "she's beautiful."

"She is, she's so perfect," I cooed, as I looked at the little girl, with a small fuzz of Y/H/C hair and little brown eyes, We held her, kissed her, and gave her all the love we could for as long as possible.

The doctors left us alone and I left Y/n to rest as I held the little girl in my arms, but as I did I heard someone outside, talking.

"Yes... it seems to have been a success... it seems your idea of the beetle blade worked well... She carried to term, The child is alive and well... we don't know we're waiting for results from the tests if she's immune or not... No, her parents seem content... for now." The male voice explained beyond the door before he walked away,

I looked back to Y/n and suddenly it all made sense... That day she fell in the deadheads... the beetle blade. They used the beetle blade... to make her pregnant! They must have made it give her something that made her pregnant! And parents, S, so I am... I am her father. I am her father, Y/n her mother. Even if the beetle blade is how she got pregnant. I felt somewhat happy to know she really was my daughter and it made me love her even more to know I truly was, But I began to feel panicked and worried to think they had used the beetle blade to get her pregnant with my child, if that's how far they'd go just to test if our daughter would be immune... what else would they do.

"We need to get you out of here little one," I cooed, "I promise, I'll keep you and mummy safe, no matter what it takes,"

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animesmolbean · 1 month

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A World of Pure Imagination

Author's Note: This chapter is so soft and fluffy!!! It makes me so happy!! I'm very proud of this chapter!

Side note: Once again, Timothée is making me soft with this GIF! Ahh, I love his Wonka!

Hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! ♥️

Chapter 9: Gift Exchange

"He came back?!"

Noodle dragged her cart away from the laundry. Willy was hidden in a laundry bag along with Yin, and the other workers.

"Yes, Noodle. Yin and I set a trap, and he walked right into it!" Willy replied.

"That's why Yin was with Willy last night." Noodle muttered to herself. Then she spoke again, addressing Willy, "So where is he?"

"We had a fight, you see. He won. Hit me on the head with a frying pan and jumped out the window." Willy replied.

"Of course he did." Noodle's tone was sarcastic.

She stopped the cart in the quiet alley just out of sight of the laundry. Willy emerged from his laundry bag.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

Noodle shook her head. "Honestly? No."

One by one, the other emerge from their bags.

"No." Piper.

"No." Abacus.

"No." Larry.

"Definitely not." Lottie.

But then, Yin emerged from his bag. "Well, I believe you, Willy."

Everyone looked at the young man in surprise.

"Really?" Piper said, confusion written on her face.

"You really believe this tale?" Abucus asked.

Yin stood up and hopped out of the laundry cart. "Yeah. Willy doesn't seem like the lying type." He replied simply.

Willy looked at Yin with a soft look. "Thank you, Yin." He said to him.

Yin hummed and nodded at the cute, curly haired chocolatier.

Noodle jumped in. "But, as it so happens, we don't need to sell chocolate today."

Willy turned to look at Noodle, crestfallen look on his face. "And why is that?"

Noodle looked at Yin and smirked at him knowingly. Yin blushed lightly and looked at Willy. "You know that shop? The one you've been dreaming of? Well..." Yin pulled out a key from his pocket and jingled it in front of Willy, a smile on his face.

Willy's eyes lit up with surprise.

(Transition)

Willy opens the door, scarcely able to breathe. The shop has seen better days. Paint is peeling off the walls, and the ceiling has fallen in, sending it an old chandelier crashing to the floor - but it's still somehow magical.

Willy looked around, speechless. The others follow him in.

Abucus spoke up. " Now I know what you're thinking. It may need a little work.."

" If that's a joke, it's not funny. And I know not-funny." Larry said.

Piper fit two ends of a cable together. The lights come on. "Looks like someone left the water running, and the ceiling fell through. And ceiling above that. And the ceiling above that!"

"But that means we can afford it - for a week, anyway." Abucus stated.

"And we'd finally be legitimate. The police would have no excuse to keep bothering us." Lottie piped up.

Noodle and Yin looked anxiously at Willy. He still hadn't said a word.

"What do you think, Willy? Do you like it?" Yin asked, tone nervous as he fiddled with his bracelet.

Willy looked at the young man. " Do I like it?! Yin, it's just how I always imagined. No. Scratch that. It's better than I imagined."

Willy looked around the dilapidated building that was filled with many possibilities.

"I mean, look at this place! I mean, sure, it's a wreck, but look at the potential, the bones!"

Abucus chuckled at Willy's exclamation.

"Mark my words, this is going to be the best chocolate shop the world has ever seen!"

Piper whooped, clapping.

Willy turned to Noodle. "You won't be scrub scrubbing much longer, Noodle. We'll all be free! As free as flamingos!"

Noodle was so overwhelmed with emotion that she ran towards Willy and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Willy hugged her back.

Everyone cheered.

Willy then looked at Yin with a toothy grin. "And you, my dear Yin. You won't have to worry about sneaking around anymore. You can stay with me." Willy proclaimed.

Yin was taken by surprise. "Really? Me and you?"

Willy nodded. "Me and you."

Yin let out a laugh and ran to Willy, wrapping his arms around Willy's neck. Willy, overcome with happiness, wrapped his arms around Yin's waist, lifting him up in the air and spun them around.

"Oh!" Yin squealed and laughed, making Willy laugh as well.

Everyone cheered with happiness.

(Time Skip to nighttime)

The group exited out the storm drain. Willy came out first, popping the storm drain lid off, and it landed on the ground with a thud that echoed through the alley. He didn't care, though. He was too excited. He helped Noodle and everyone else out. When he got to Yin, who was last, he grabbed his waist and helped him pull him out of the exit.

Once Yin was out, the group they made their way to the laundry cart to head back to the laundry.

Yin shivered when a gust of wind blew through the path of the alleyway.

"Are you cold?" Yin turned to Willy, who looked at the shivering young man with some concern. Yin, knowing he can't lie, nodded shyly. "Yeah."

Willy removed his magenta overcoat and placed it on Yin's shoulders.

"Willy, I can't let you do this. What if you get cold?" Yin protested gently.

"I would rather freeze than have you be cold." Willy whispered. Yin blushed lightly. "Thank you." He whispered back. Willy hummed at him.

Yin shyly slipped his arms into the sleeves of the overcoat and suppressed a hum at the soft feeling of the worn coat. Despite its state, it felt so comforting. It didn't help that it smelled of chocolate and vanilla.

'I wonder if this is what Willy smells like.' Yin thought to himself.

Yin shook his head at the thought.

"It looks good on you."

Yin turned to Willy. "What?" He whispered, wondering if he heard the man correctly. "My coat. It looks great on you. It really suits you." Willy said with a smile.

Yin blushed. "Oh... thank you." He replied shyly, smiling back at the beautiful chocolatier.

Willy blushed lightly as well. Then, in a bold move, he reached his hand out and held Yin's hand in his. "Let's go catch up with the others."

Yin only nodded, smiling shyly, way too caught off guard by the gesture to say anything. The two jogged over to the cart, holding hands.

When Yin went back to the room, Noodle could tell Yin was out of it, totally in love with Willy.

Yin fell asleep that night, wearing Willy's coat.

(Time skip)

The coming days were spent preparing Willy's chocolate shop for its grand opening. The days were spent selling chocolate, coming up with ideas for what to put in the shop, and creating the treats necessary for the shop.

One night, after a long day, Yin decided to visit Willy and talk to him about more ideas for the shop. He gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" The familiar sweet voice of Willy spoke behind the door.

"It's me, Yin."

"Come on in!"

Yin entered Willy's room.

"Hello, Yin! What brings you here?" Willy asked, smiling.

"Well... I was going to tell you some more ideas about the shop." Yin replied, playing with his bracelet.

Willy hummed. "That would be great! But first, I have something for you!" He said with excitement.

"You do?" Yin asked, surprised.

Willy hummed while nodding. "Close your eyes."

Deciding to amuse him, Yin did as he was told, smiling in anticipation. He heard Willy rustle around his room. He heard Willy approach him and place something soft into his hands.

"Can I open them?" Yin asked, getting excited.

"Yes! Open them."

When Yin opened his eyes, he looked down at his hands and gasped in surprise.

In his hands was a magenta overcoat, just like Willy's. The bright color was soft in the room lighting, the material soft. Yin looked over it to look at the details. It didn't have gold embroidery like Willy's did, but everything else matched the inventor's overcoat perfectly. If someone were to look at the two wearing the same coat, they would assume it's the same coat.

Yin looked at Willy, completely blown away and smiling sweetly. "Willy.... this is... this is beautiful."

Willy smiled at Yin's reaction. "Thank you so much! It's part of your new uniform. For the shop."

"Will everyone be wearing an overcoat like you?" Yin asked with a chuckle.

Willy chuckled as well. "No, no. Everyone's is different. Only you have this." He whispered, looking into Yin's eyes.

Yin blushed as he made contact with him. "Really?" He whispered.

"Really, really." Willy whispered back, a soft giggle escaping his lips.

Yin giggled back. "Guess that means I can't borrow your coat anymore." He teased.

Willy blushed lightly but chuckled softly, shaking his head, making his short but loose curls move side to side. Then, he looked at Yin again.

"You're always welcome to have my coat." He whispered, tone soft and sweet.

Yin blushed lightly. "Am I?"

"Yes, my dear Yin. Always welcome." Willy replied.

Yin smiled sweetly at Willy, gripping the new overcoat in his hands. He leaned closer to the chocolatier.

"You always know how to make me smile." He whispered. Then, he pressed a soft kiss onto Willy's cheek.

The chocolatier was stunned by the bold action. His cheeks were red, lips slightly open, and his hazel green eyes slightly wide in surprise.

After a couple of seconds, Willy looked at Yin, who was blushing at his own boldness.

"Yin...." He whispered, reaching his hand up to the boy's face, cupping his cheek, his thumb caressing the area.

The boy looked into Willy's eyes when he whispered his name. The two looked into each other's eyes for what felt like forever. Yin copied Willy and placed a hand on his cheek as well, thumb caressing the area.

Eventually, Willy got bold and leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto Yin's cheek as well. He pulled away to see Yin's reaction. Yin was blushing harder, but he could tell by his eyes that he loved it.

The pair leaned forward more, their foreheads pressed against each other's and subconsciously rubbed their noses together.

"May I stay with you tonight?" Yin asked softly.

Willy smiled softly. "Of course you can." He replied back just as softly.

Yin smiled, and Willy took his hand and pulled the lovesick boy over to his bed. Yin hung his new coat on the wall, next to Willy's, and sat down next to the just as lovesick chocolatier.

Willy removed his boots, and Yin went to remove his own, but Willy beat him to the punch and undid his laces, slipping the boots off. Yin blushed at the gentlemanly gesture, playing with his bracelet.

Then, he felt Willy pull him down onto the bed. Now, he was lying down, facing Willy. The adorable chocolatier pulled Yin closer.

"Soon, all our dreams will come true." Willy whispered.

"I can't wait." Yin whispered.

Yin placed his hands on Willy's chest as Willy wrapped his arms around Yin.

"Good night, Willy." Yin whispered.

Willy smiled softly, kissing the top of Yin's head, before whispering, "Good night, my darling Yin."

The pair fell asleep, holding each other, dreaming of chocolate, sweets, and each other.

#wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #fanfic #timothee fanfic #x reader #x male reader #x male y/n

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avocado-writing · 2 years

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I feel like Tangerine is awful at cooking. Like really really bad. He and reader are trying to cook dinner together, and reader has to basically be the one thing between Tangerine and setting the house on fire. He asks if they're laughing and him and reader's like "whattttttt of course not" but their face is twisted so hard from trying not to laugh that they look weird

you're either on the 'tangerine is an amazing cook' side or the 'tangerine has never set foot in a kitchen in his life' side. i am the former, but you're so valid. also went a bit off prompt with this sorryyyy

GN!Reader x Tangerine (rated M bc somehow I still managed to mention sex lmfao)

also Tangerine is English so he canonically eats at Spoons xoxo

@honestlywtfisgoingon @white-wolf-buckaroo @felhomaly @sinfulrefugy @venusthepirate @lunarpansexual @wanderedaway @georgiee-riviere @mushywutty @piechans @apieceoffabulousshit @4ng3l-0n-34rth @minjaz @starl1g4t @earth-elemental18 @luhvbot @underratedboogeyman @july-is-summer@vocalvixen20cp @northerngalxy @tangerinesgf (thanku ninasrandomblog for the gif!)

It’s a lazy Sunday. You’re having a lie-in, exhausted from celebrating your husband’s return last night. It’s always nice when Tangerine gets home a day early. A little surprise that keeps you thrilled.

He’d practically thrown open the door, striding through the house and pinning you up against the wall. His mouth was hot and rough on yours, expressing just how much he hated being away from you.

“Tan!” you’d gasped against his lips, finally freeing yourself for air. He didn’t let himself break contact with you. Instead he started kissing down your neck, to your collarbone.

“Missed you,” he’d growled into your skin, “fuck, I haven’t had you in so long. I need you.”

Well, it had been two weeks. But even two weeks felt like a lifetime when they were away from him. And your own hand during that time was no match for the feeling of his.

So, you’d spend the rest of the day in bed.

And then on the sofa.

And once bent over the dining table, actually.

And now you’re content in the knowledge that he’s home and safe, and there’s nothing to worry about for a little while, and–

Oh, fuck. You can smell smoke.

The downstairs alarm starts going off a couple of seconds after you register it yourself. In a storm of blankets and pillows you throw yourself out of bed and hurry down the stairs, taking them two at a time.

“Tan! There’s a fire! There’s a fucking fi–”

There is not, in fact, a fire.

What is there? Your husband, at the stove top, swearing colourfully at some burnt remains in the frying pan he’s brandishing.

Ahh.

“Fucking eggs!” he shouts, slamming his hand down on the kitchen counter. You roll your eyes behind his back, then take over.

“Omelette?” you ask, surveying the scene. It’s a warzone in here. You’re not sure how he’s used five bowls and seven forks in his culinary exploits, but he’s managed it. Eggshells are strewn about the place too. One’s broken on the floor.

“French toast,” he sniffs, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. You glance at the blackened mess in the pan and wonder just how he fucked this up so badly.

Ah, bless him. It’s not his fault. He confided in you, once, that when he was a child he never really ate much that didn’t come out of the freezer and go in the oven for twenty minutes. When you first started going out you’d found that he sustained himself almost entirely on a diet of Pot Noodles and microwaveable pastas. You had to change that, of course. And it was never a chore to you to cook for someone that you loved. So you’d divided yourself into that domestic bliss that many couples found: you cooked, he did the washing up.

“You could have asked me, you know. I’d have done it,” you say, dumping the pan into a freshly-run bowl of washing up water. Tangerine won’t look you in the eye.

“I wanted to make you breakfast.”

Oh. Oh.

You walk over to him, wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him in for a kiss. They always work to leech the anger out of him. Soon you feel his body release its tension, and he rests his hands on your waist.

“Shall we just go to Spoons?” you ask, gently. He sighs.

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“You’re gonna make me clean this up, aren’t you?”

“Oh, probably.”

“Fuck.”

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #tangerine bullet train #answered #request

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Sick Doll🌡️ + Bad Dream💤

Papawise x fem!reader

Warnings: emetophobia, sickness symptoms,

Fluff, papa being a sweet old man, but a little suggestive!

Summary: You have a sick bug, papa takes care of you❤️

“Bleughhhh” You retched into the toilet, your mouth had been spewing vomit all morning and most of the night. You were exhausted, your vision was spotting, your brain was being smacked constantly with a frying pan, your stomach was twisting into a pretzel, not for the right reason this.

You gagged, kneeling by the toilet bowl with your shaking hand over your mouth,

God I wish papa was here…. You sighed and stood almost downing bottle beside you.

Dollyyyyy…..

Dollfaceee……

Does Babydoll need her papa?…..

You shook your head, thinking the voice was your brain hallucinating. You lurched carelessly back to your bedroom

“Hmmmn I wonder if papas home?” You pondered hopping down the stairs cautiously, almost smacking face first into the wall beside you.

You could hear papa talking to someone, his gruff voice an almost immediate comfort to you

“Yeah, but what happens when that kid gets away pen? Huh? You have to keep your eyes and mind on the prize and another thing-“ He stopped, noticing that you were stood in the doorway listening.

Papa was sat in his caramel brown, arm chair, puffing on a cigar, propped up by pillows for his sore back. Last of the summer wine was playing on his tv.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to evesdrop sugartits” he puffed on his cigar blowing the smoke at you, your peered away coughing on the fumes, noticing another familiar clown looking at you in that usual vintage clown suit “Hiii Y/n~” penny squeaked giving you a tight hug, a thick alien purr rumbled in his chest.

Papa was looking at you intently “Buttercup? Are you feeling okay?” He hummed “Y-yeah I’m fine”

“Mutton chops we know when you’re lying” they both chimed together “Back in my day, you know where lying would get you?” Papa growled lowly “W-where?” You swallowed hard slowly backing away.

This man was unpredictable. “A spanking”

“You’re not too old to go over my knee sugar~” he teased making you blush slightly.

You glanced up, a thick drop of Drool from penny’s cherry lip “eugh pen”

“Don’t change the subject doll” He stubbed the cigar out in the ashtray “Come here~ Come to papa~” he patted the silky thigh of his clown suit, You nodded, wondered over and sat on his lap. He smiled and scrunched his clown nose, pressing his hand to your forehead “Awhhh my little kitten is sick”

“Your forehead is cold and clammy dolly”

He cooed

“Penny~ Looks like we’re gonna have to play doctor-“ papa opened his eyes, there penny was stood in a nurses uniform, holding a needle with a sharp syringe “Pennywise loves to play….” He huffed “Doctorrrrr”

You stared at him in disbelief and shock

“Woah woah woah penny! No!” Papa held you close to his chest “sugardoll shhh it’s okay”

Papa lifted you into his arms, cradling you “papas girl aren’t you doll” he cooed kissing your nose “come on, let’s climb the wooden stairs to Bedfordshire” papa chuckles at his little joke before lifting you bridal style, carrying you up to your bed, pennywise following behind.

“B-But Papaaaah I’m not-“ you were soon cut off by your own yawn, you body and mind betrayed you “Come on doll~” he carefully tucks you in “Papas sweet little girl” he kisses the top of your head and tucks you into bed, placing some ibuprofen on the bedside table.

Later that evening, You aggressively tossed and turned in the blankets, kicking and squirming in the sheets. Your heart was racing, your body sweating.

Your vision distorted and blurry, the room was spinning violently

“Ahh-ahhh Uhh” you glanced over at what was once your chair, but not sat a 6ft creature staring back at you.

Your about to scream when it crawls towards you, prowling and screeching, it’s slender black arms and pointed teeth glare at you, it’s sharp claws ready to rip into your flesh, it suddenly pounces on you.

“Ahhhh! Shit-“ You woke up in a cold sweat, your mind drowning in terror and your head spinning with a throbbing

headache.

The door swung open briskly, papa was stood in the doorway “Babydoll? What’s wrong I heard screaming?” Papa rushed in, he was donned in a silk dressing gown “My dear? What’s wrong?” He asked

taking a seat beside you placing his hand on your forehead “Oh sugar doll your sweating profusely, here drink some fluids, keep hydrated” papa stroked your head, nuzzling his hand into your hair handing you a glass of water “I just- I had a bad- I had a horrible dream, where a creature was about to rip me to shreds and and and” You practically chugged the water from the glass in pure thirst “Then I remember floating- fuh- floating towards a bright yellow- no three bright yellow orbs of light I felt my body floating off my bed-“

“Pennnnnyyyy” Papa huffed looking over at your wardrobe, penny’s glowing yellow eyes burned from the darkness “Whhhhhaaaaaat?” He giggled with a sadistic smile “Did you?” He snarled “Mayyybbbeeee, oh come on old man, a little fear never hurt anyone” he chuckled causing a thick glob of drool to spatter against the floor, you saw papa rolling up his newspaper, thrashing penny over the head harshly with it “You Stupid courteous fool!” He snapped “Aghhh! Ow ! Ow !ah” Penny hissed looking over at you “Your gonna pay for that bitch” He growled again, a playful tone in his voice.

“Pennywise the dancing clown! Apologise to y/n right now” papa growled

“Ughhhh fine” Pennywise approached your guest bed “I’m sorry for frightening and tenderising the little lambs meaty flesh” Pennywise drooled over you, his teeth sharpening “Pennnyywiseee” Papa lifted the paper again “Ugh I’m only kidding” pennywise joked wrapping his arms around you “I wouldn’t hurt a thing” He purred, his mood changing almost drastically “Good boy” Papa smiled sitting on your bed again “You feeling okay doll?” Papa asked, looking at you as you lay curled up in the blankets.

You nodded, another yawn leaving your lips “You want me to stay with you until you fall back asleep?” He asked stroking your head to which you nodded again, resting your head on his pillow “Alright sweet doll” He smiled,

And with that, pennywise snuggled up next to you and you both fell asleep, papa watched over you with a warm smile, staying by you all night.

🖤❤️

#pennywise x reader #it 2017 #pennywise #pennywise 2017 #pennywise the clown #papawise art #papawise x reader #papawise #papawise imagines #pennywise 1990 #it 1990

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your-divine-ribs · 3 months

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Pancake Day (Dad Van)

Just some silly little Dad Van headcanons for Pancake Day 💗

Dad Van Masterlist Main Masterlist

🥞 As soon as you push through the front door after work you're met with the acrid smell of burning.

🥞 You rush to the kitchen, your anxiety increasing as you see smoke drifting out of the doorway.

🥞 "What the hell's going on?" You cry, diving into the kitchen to find Van wafting the smoky air with a tea towel, looking a little frazzled.

🥞 "Alright love, you're home early ain't ya? We wanted to surprise ya!"

🥞 "Well I'm definitely surprised," you groan, taking in the messy kitchen countertops covered with flour and egg-shells.

🥞 Baby Leo's sitting in his highchair, face smeared in chocolate whilst he eats Nutella by the spoonful directly out of the jar and you quickly snatch it away, shaking your head.

🥞 Grace is standing there with a huge gap-toothed smile, not looking in the slightest bit perturbed about the mess whilst Van cracks a sheepish grin. He knows the pride you take in your usually spotless kitchen.

🥞 "Happy Pancake Day!" Grace giggles. "Did you forget what day it was Mummy?"

🥞 "Yes I did, but it looks like you guys have everything under control!" You can't help but laugh despite the mess. Everyone looks happy and you love the fact that Van gets the kids involved in everything that he does, even if it creates chaos.

🥞 "Daddy says I'm in charge!" She announces proudly, twirling around to show off the pink apron she's wearing emblazoned with 'Queen of the Kitchen'... the one Van bought you for your birthday. It drowns her, trailing on the floor.

🥞 "Aww sweetheart that looks amazing," you chuckle, a mischievous idea forming in your brain as you look across at Van. You're certainly not going to miss a stellar opportunity to wind your husband up. "It's a little big on you though. Don't you think it'd look much better on your dad? And pink's his colour after all..."

🥞 Van's eyes narrow at you with a kind of 'don't you dare' warning, but it's too late, Grace is already undoing the apron ties and holding the garment out to Van. "Yeah Daddy you'd look so pretty in pink... like a Princess!"

🥞 "It would suit Mummy much better though don't you think kids?"

🥞 "Da-da! Da-da! Da-da!" Baby Leo babbles. It was his first word and Van was delighted when he first said it but he doesn't look quite so happy now.

🥞 "Looks like it's unanimous!" You grin, sniggering as Van puts on the frilly apron, defeated, laughing with muttered threats about how he's going to get you back later.

🥞 Since Van is the newly appointed Queen (or Princess) of the Kitchen, you let him carry on with the pancake-making whilst you relax with a cup of tea.

🥞 You try your hardest not to wince too much at the clattering and poorly censored cursing emanating from the kitchen, and eventually you hear a cry of "They're ready!"

🥞 Van has managed to get flour everywhere, even somehow in his hair, but he seems to have mastered the art of pancake making... there's a huge stack on a plate on the counter.

🥞 You're ready to tuck in but Van's keen to show off his skills whilst he has an audience. "Watch this kids... watch the master at work!"

🥞 Before you can protest he's moving into the centre of the kitchen, frying pan in hand whilst the kids clap and cheer. You resist the urge to cover your eyes, reasoning that pancake batter won't be too hard to clear up afterwards.

🥞 He flips the pancake up with a little too much force and it leaps straight out of the pan at lightening speed, managing to get wrapped around the light fitting.

🥞 "Ahh crap... let me try that again! I perfected it earlier... you'll see!"

🥞 The second and third attempts splat on to the floor and your dog hungrily gobbles up the mess. The kids are in stitches, with cries of "More Daddy, more!"

🥞 "I'd better not or your mum's gonna kill me!"

🥞 Surprisingly the pancakes are actually delicious, and Van looks mightily pleased with himself when you manage to eat five and then ask for one more even though you feel ready to pop.

🥞 "Mummy you should have extra syrup on that one, it's really yummy!" Grace tells you, offering you the bottle.

🥞 But Van has other ideas, snatching it away out of your hands with a cheeky grin. "I don't think you need all that love, you're sweet enough aren't ya?"

🥞 "I don't know... am I?" You ask with a smirk, leaning over to him, your lips meeting in a sticky, syrupy kiss.

🥞 "Mmm... delicious," he grins at you.

#dad van #van mccann #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann x reader #au fanfic #vanfic

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bluewormonastring · 7 months

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My live reactions to season 2 (episode 1)

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY KIDS READ AT UR OWN RISK

Holy shit I’m so excited

Oh my god

Oauxbwkxjwhz

LOVE THE BLACK SCREEN W A SHARP CUT TO THE BEACH 10/10

OMG WE GET THE STEDE AND IZZY BEACH SWORD NOW? SO SOON? YOU SPOIL ME OFMD

Omg he’s been stabbed this is for sure a dream sequence

STEDE THATS MURDER EVEN IF ITS JUST IN YOUR HEAD

“You absolute twa….” BEST DYING WORDS EVER ILY IZZY ALWAYS AND FOREVER

THE SLOW RUN TOWARDS EACH OTHER OMG

AND STEDES FACE AND HIS VOICE AND AWW BABY

AWWW THE WAY THEY CRASHED INTO EACH OTHER

“BABE” HA FOWIHXBWNA I WAS NOT PREPARED

“I KNEW YOUD FIND ME LOVE”

“Fuckin love the beard mate”

Oh we’ve started farting lovely

OH MY GOD I WASNT PREPARED FOR HOW ID FEEL WHEN IT CUT TO HIM WITH EVERYONE AWW MY BABIES IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

“Cant be worse than you moaning ‘Ed oh ed’ all night” ILY PETE

Iconic title screen as always

“DEAR ED” AHHHH

SPANISH JACKIE ILY

Instantly taking an interest in the Swede as we knew would happen but still iconic

Ugh I love Leslie jones did I mention I love Leslie jones

Nat looks so scared aww baby

I love wee John being security

And host stede aww baby

I live for black Pete dealing with working in customer service

And all of them tbh

Aww poor buttons he needs his ocean and Livy

I’m ngl for a second I was like “where’s Fred armisen- oh wait”

ITS THE I THINK OF YOU OFTEN LINE YESS

HELLO YES I ADORE IZZY HANDS HE CAN DO NO WRONG IDC WHAT YOU SAY IVE MISSED MY BABY BOY

Ahh the wedding

“Demon? *shakes head* I’m the fucking devil” AHH

Guys were only 6 minutes in and this post is already long as shit so buckle up (if ur actually reading it lmao my ass would be like nope too long”

THERES MY VICO HELLO VICO ILY AND MY JOEL FRY ILY BABIES

Ah yes ye olde put trauma in a box in lock it

Awww fang baby boy someone give him a hug find him Lucius

Omg it’s the “you dumped him” scene

“Did everyone get some cake” because he’s still our precious little angle

HE JUST SNORTED RHINO HORN IS THAT A THING WAS THAT A THING IN HISTORY HUH

NO ITS THIS SCENE I DONT WANNA WATCH MY BABY BE SAD

Yes hello I love Izzy hands I would protect him with my life little baby boy

Vico looks so done w his ass

Someone give my baby a hug

Ily fang

The tears in his eyes during “unhand me” aww Angel

AWW IZZY

CONNOTHAN O NONNATHAN WE LOVE YOU YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY UR ABSOLUTE PERFECTION YOU ANGEL

I love the friendship Jim and that girl have

Oh shit Jackie

“BOO CAKES” JACKIE

Stede honey you’re not intimidating

“I know that guy we had breakfast together” “you’ll be having a lot of breakfastes together” “oh okay 🙂” ily Swede

HIM DOING AN ED IMPRESSION LMAO “could be. Could be mate.”

“You’re my hero” 😞😕🙂😏

Swede bein a cute lil double agent

AWW SWEDE “my time with Jackie has been the happiest of my life. Her love has helped me locate parts of myself I didn’t even know existed and reclaim others that I have long missed” ILY

“Tonight is my turn to perform the husbandly duties”

“That’s another toe” ED YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM LEAVE MY BABY ALONE

“Who am I to you” aww Izzy Angel baby he’s accepting it OMG “I have love for you Edward” IZZY YOURE SAYING IT OUT LOUD IM SO PROUD OF YOU BUD

IZZY YOU DID NOT JUST SAY TALK IT THROUGH YOU HAD TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA

OMG AND THE SHIFT IN THE MUSIC AS SOON AS HE SAID IT

IZZY RUN

RUN MY BABY BOY RUN

“As a crew” OH EDDDDD

ED DONT POINT A GUN AT JIM

OR ANYONE ELSE

THAT INCLUDES YOURSELF EDWARD TEACH BORN ON A BEACH

“They think ya crazy” cackling his face omg

Go taika absolutely slaying this scene

The way the camera is all like jittery is so good

Jim’s like “beard” makes their chin look like… not caved in but idk like it looks like they have a rly bad overbite yk

“Everyone knows why” “I don’t. Enlighten me” “your feelings for stede fucking bon-“ *GUNSHOT* ARE U SHITTING ME EDWARD NO WE DO BOT SHOOT FRIENDS

OH MY GOD HE MADE FRENCHIE FIRST MATE HOLY SHIT

Oh my god Izzy my poor baby Izzy oh my god how dare you hurt my Izzy

LMAO SWEDE

“FUCK THOSE HAMMIES UP” LMAO

There’s like no way there’s actually anything valuable in that chest

WE GOT TO SEE HER TAKE A NOSE FOR THE NOSE JAR YESSS

OH SHIT INDIGO

“Now give me back my blue shit STEVE”

Susan’s hot

DONT HURT SWEDE

Oh good okay we’re cool

I feel like she’s lying tho

But for now we’re cool

AWW FANG

AWW JIM COMFORTING FANG

“WANNA HEAR THE STORY OF THE WOODEN BOY” AWW

Living for vico using they them for the puppet

“DO THE VOICE” AWW

OMG VICO THATS ICONIC

AWW YAY THEYRE LAUGHING NOW THOSE ARE MY BABIES YAY

Living for buttons reuniting with the ocean

Okay roll credits cheers yall see you next episode

#take a shot every time I say aww baby #ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death season 2 #ofmd s2 spoilers

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jlarchives · 1 year

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OCEANS AND ENGINES

a #JENLISA one-shot AU.

[Disclaimer: everything in here is purely FICTION and DOES NOT reflect the artists themselves. Enjoy!]

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LISA’s POV

It’s our last concert day here in Jakarta. Weather in here is so hot I think I could fry an egg on the floor. No kidding. But I would be lying if I say the girl I’m looking at right now isn’t as hot. Heck, she’s the hottest.

The second I heard the sound of my scooter’s bell, that’s when I snapped back to reality.

Jen is happily riding my airwheel luggage while I’m sitting on a chair holding my ice cold sparkling water and I have Alice beside me, as always.

“Ah! Let’s run away!” she exclaimed.

I was staring at her with a huge smile plastered on my face when she turned her head and gave me this look that I somehow can’t decipher.

“What?” I asked. Confused about what she’s trying to tell me, I asked again. “What is it?”

She then drove the scooter in reverse. Still wearing the huge smile on my face, I waited for her to stop right in front of me.

“It’s yours.” Ahh. She thinks I would mind if she steals my airwheel. Is she being serious right now? I would give anything for her.

Anything..

For her happiness.

“It doesn’t matter.” I said. Well, it really doesn’t. What’s mine is hers. We basically shared the same wardrobe. Duh.

Shared. Past tense.

“Really?” she asked in a baby tone. I nodded in response to assure her that it’s fine. Such an adorable little bear.

I was taken aback when I saw her lockscreen. It was his picture with kuma.

“You’re very generous, aren’t you?” she said, while looking at her phone. She must’ve received a text or something. I have no idea. But the way she smiled after reading that message feels kinda bittersweet. It stings that I’m not the reason why she’s smiling that way but I’m genuinely happy for her. I really am.

“Byeeee!!” she yelled as she took my scooter away in full speed that I didn’t even have the chance to answer her.

“You’re very generous, aren’t you?” her voice echoed in my brain like a beautiful melody.

“Maybe you’re right. I am generous. I’d give up everything I have just to make you happy. Even if it means giving you up too. And I will do it over and over again if I have to.”

—

“Something beautiful died too soon.”

—

We were never gonna last anyway. I knew it the moment we first started going out. Being in a conservative country and the whole world’s eyes pinned to us, it’s a tough battle. But that said, there’s never a day that I didn’t love you or think about you. Even now that you’re not mine anymore.

Nobody knew what we had. Or maybe they did, I don’t know. Is it that obvious?

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But I'm letting go

I'm givin' up the ghost

But don't get me wrong

I'll always love you, that's why

I wrote you this very last song

I guess this is where we say goodbye

I know I'll be alright

Someday I'll be fine

But just not tonight.

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“You okay?” Alice asked when she saw me with my head down.

“I mean.. I have to be. Right?” i replied with a wistful smile. “Just kidding, I’m fine, Unnie. See??” I did some jumping jacks to prove my point. “Go do your thing. I’ll come out in a bit.”

“You got this, Lis. I’ll be heading out to the barricades now, alright? Call me when you need me. Have a great show. Fighting!” Alice must’ve thought I was talking about my physical health.

“Yes Unnie. Fighting!” I cheered and waved her goodbye.

“You got this, Lili.” I told myself and stood up.

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We have 3 more minutes before the show starts so I ran as fast as I could to get to the backstage. Thank God I made it on time. Aha!

“Hey, you alright? and why did you run? It’s so dark in here you could’ve tripped.” Jen asked, rolling her eyes. Annoyance is very evident on her face. Oh crap, I’m so doomed. For the most part, Jen can be the cutest little kitten but when she’s mad, she’s a mad MAD lion. It’s scary.

As she wipes my sweat from sprinting, our eyes met and for a second, my whole world stopped.

“There. Now you’re ready.”

“Oh thanks, Je.. Unnie.”

“You know you can still call me Jen, right?”

“I know but..”

“But what?”

“It’s different now.”

“Yo yo yo! Let’s go!” Jisoo exclaimed as she steps on the lift. Rosie followed her.

To my surprise, Jen suddenly held my hand. “We’re good, right?” she asked, almost whispering. I can see her holding back her tears.

“Hey. Ofcourse we are. We talked about this.” I held her hand tighter.

“I’m sorry, Lili.” her voice cracked. “I’m so—”

I didn’t let her finish her sentence and immediately hugged her with my arms around her neck and my hands caressing her back. It was instinct, I guess. And hers wrapped around my waist.

This is home.

I am now facing Jisoo and Rosie who were shocked by my sudden action for a brief moment but gave me smiles and looked at each other. Ohh. They know for sure.

“Don’t say that. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I broke our hug and cupped her mandu cheeks. “Promise me one thing, alright?” She nodded. “Never blame yourself. And be happy. Please?”

“I promise.”

I guided Jen to the lift and we joined the two crackheads waiting for us.

“I thought you guys forgot we’re in a middle of a concert. That was smooth, Manobal.” Jisoo jokingly said and winked at me.

“Shut up.” I said and pushed her lightly.

“You knew.” I told Rosie. “Ofcouse, you idiot. We knew since then. We just didn’t wanna say anything.” she replied.

I looked back at Jen who is now making sure her in-ear is well adjusted.

“Now let’s conquer the world, shall we?” I said. Nodding in unison, we both let out a sigh of relief.

“Let’s do this!”

The lift slowly went up and we did what we do best since we were teenagers in training rooms.

Perform. As if it’s our last.

Last.

—

I have so many questions

But I'm pouring them into the ocean

And I'm starting up my engine

And I'm letting go

I'm givin' up your ghost

It's come to a close

I marked the end with this last song I wrote

I'm letting go

This is the last falsetto

I'll ever sing to you

My great lost love

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Will my love for her fade away in time? Ofcourse not. She’ll always hold a special place in my heart. But I already came to terms with the fact that she is now happy with someone else and that’s all that matters to me.

Cliché as it may sound, but seeing her happy is everything.

It’s never too late to throw your unanswered questions to the ocean and start your engine in order to move forward.

Letting go doesn’t always mean cutting people off your life. Letting go can also be in a form of..

acceptance.

‘Til our next life, Jen.

————————— fin. —————————

#jenlisa #jennie #lisa #jenlisaau #au #blackpinkau

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x-heesy · 10 months

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𝗛𝗨𝗥𝗥𝝠𝗬 𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗗𝝠𝗬

Aye I got a pocket fulla kerosene

Aye I got the rocket finna torch ya face

Aye I got a pocket fulla felonies

Aye bout to cock it for the fuckery

Aye I'm boutta get this dough

Boutta bake yo mans fry him up on the stove

Boutta lick this hoe, lookin pitiful

Boutta bust .44 like the the big kick door

Drippity drooling in ya laceration

Then I'm gon get to masticating

Grey the master of decapitation

Get to scrapping drag you on the pavement

Smoking that flagrant, any location

I'm finna face it, trip on the laces ahh

9 9 drive by I spy uh

Yo clique too bitch not fly uh

Bye bye .45 yo mind uh

Too quick who dis? I sigh uh

White all on my face I'm lookin like a juggalo

Bitch I'm smokin moon rocks moon walkin on a hoe

Put ya phone on airplane mode ya man will never have to know

Shout out the 44 send my kids all down her throat

Imma grab some pool cleaner

Mix it with some aquafina

Sprinkle little bit of tina

Shoot it all down my urethra

Now I'm screaming at my walls and idk where i'm at

Imma grab some ketamine and overdose like mr krabs

Imma pull my penis out and tinkle all up on tha game

Imma body anybody that be getting in my way

Bitches sayin that they love me they don't even know my name

I ain't fuck w fake love so get the fuck up out my face

Roll up another dutch

In the east end villa

Dropped two tabs

Tripping sack at the riva

I'm tough as fuck

Finna eat a bowl of nails for dinner

I'm only 5'8

I can't never be no center @luna-zylum @bko69er @boanerges20

Moonwok by 99zed, Saliva Grey 👽

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blue-sterling0357 · 2 years

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Had a thought about Sebastian taking his darling with his family for a annual picnic they have every two months. So can you write about Sebastian being the second eldest child and going on picnics to a waterfall where people can take a bath, but this waterfall is in a very deep forest and only their parents know the way because it's a traditional place and it is kept safe by a place meaning if anyone else enters the place, people will drown in the place, but it kind of impossible.

黒執事 Michaelis Family AU:

Sebastian's family picnic

(A/N: Sebastian is actually a bit younger in this, that's why he is more extroverted and social. It is implied that the Michaelis family and their servants were humans before some type of accident.It is not a X reader imagine)

Watching the clock with his crimson eyes too excited to take his eyes off of it. Sebastian was filling up a few boxes with food, as he finally tore his eyes from the clock and paid attention to the food to make sure nothing mixed together or spilled out of their boxes, as he looked over the stove where his older brother was frying some vegetables, the clock struck 03:00 at the night, it was actually uncommonly quiet in the Michaelis manor as everyone in the manor except Sebastian and Sean who were busy cooking for the family and the servants were sleeping soundly due to the trip they all had to leave for next early morning.

The brothers were making many things including foods from different cuisines like Korean, Japanese, Thai and Indian plates as it was always fun to try out different pallets and since there weren’t just servants from Britain, but from other countries as well and maybe it was to bring them a bit of nostalgia through the foods they used to eat back in their home country.

Just as the clock was about to struck 4:30 the brother were finally finished cooking and packing the food, sweets and drinks. As they both were walking to their rooms, Sebastian jumped on Sean’s back and asked “What do you think dad will think about the food?” , “I think dad will appreciate your hard work on this night Seb!” as his brother replied, a huge smile split on the demon’s face, as they walked through the long lilac and red hallways. As the brothers were walking Sebastian kept asking question to his brothers demanding answers from his quiet brother “I have a feeling that Eleanor is gonna fall on her face on the ground again like last time!”, “I hope mom lets me and dad take a few kitten… Do you want to take a specific cat with Sean?”, “DO YOU THINK AUNT MERIBELLE IS GONNA COME WITH US!?”, “I hope lady YeRin is coming with us too!” and on and on the questions came, not being able to answer Sean asked his brother questions about his day in order to stop him from asking random questions.

Soon they both reached their wings and reached Sebastian’s room, the elder male put his younger brother in the bed, covered him with his blanket turned off the candle, said goodnight and left the room quietly closing the door behind him, as Sebastian laid in bed covered by his warm duvets and blankets, he heard rustling from the windows near his bed. He immediately jumped up and opened the window and looked at the windows sill, there were two white and brown kittens sitting on it along with tiny tufts of black hair. Confused, Sebastian pulled on the strands of hair, just as he did that a tiny yelp was heard, which belonged to his sister “AHH! STOP PULLING ON MY LOVELY HAIR YOU RAT!” as Eleanor and Sillian’s heads popped up as Sebastian was taking the kitten on his bed and got his secret stash of cat treat out to feed them.

As he was put out some snack for the kitten in tiny bowls, he turned to them with his eyes glimmering pink, “Don’t you dare call me a rat, you spoiled brat!” And with an angry pout looked away from them to bring his attention to the little fur babies. Scared, Eleanor hid behind Sillian who was walking near Sebastian and asked his “Hey big bro, do you want another cat or two?” As he pulled out three more, tiny kittens from his coat, each with beautiful, soft fur. As Sillian placed the kittens on the bed, Eleanor went to get more snacks from his stash for the kittens. There was a comforting silence between the siblings, as the kittens were meowing, eating and playing with them. Soon Eleanor broke the silence by asking “Hey! What type of things did you pack this time? Did you pack my strawberries?!” Knowing his sister would ask these types of questions, Sebastian said “yeah I did pack your favorite strawberries, but I am not gonna tell you what we are eating tomorrow cause otherwise you are going to throw a tantrums that you don’t want to eat this, you don’t want to eat that! So quiet down you both and you both should also go back to your rooms.” As looked at the clock on his room wall. Agreeing it was getting late; they younger siblings left their elder brother’s room and went back to their rooms to sleep, leaving their kitten in his brother’s care.

As he removed the bowls, cleaned and laid back on his bed, the five tiny kittens were also starting to get tired and were sitting on his bed as Sebastian was falling asleep, it was extremely rare for him to fall asleep almost impossible, but these moments where his family would get tired, showed that maybe there were still a little part of him and them that was still a human. As soon as he fell asleep, he just hoped that these types of things would still continue.

Though he only got one hour of sleep, he felt refreshed and energetic as his father shook him awake and told him to get out of bed and go to freshen up. Quickly went to brush his teeth, wash up, get dressed and go visit the servants of the manor as his usual schedule. As he quickly ran towards the servants’ wing, he bumped into YeRin, his regular maid, who was carrying a bag, upon noticing his curiosity he opened the bags with extra clothes, suddenly remembering that they will definitely play with water after eating. Smiling he greeted her good morning and ran off to see the other, but only finding some who were packing they’re things, knowing the others are in the kitchen packing the food and loading it up on the carriages.

Turning back, he ran towards the kitchen and stopped near the door, where his mother was instructing some servants how and where to keep. Just as his mother’s eyes met his, she dismissed the servants and hugged him as she wished him good morning and asked him if he actually had some sleep and did not just stay awake all night. Agreeing, Seb left to go help his father outside.

As he walked outside the manor, he felt the cool breezing flowing through his hair and it was amazing across his cheeks, as he walked towards the door, as he saw the carriages and a few butlers being instructed by his father. Immediately he ran near them and stopped near his father, beside his father was a carriage, where Sebastian could see his younger siblings sleeping inside it. Brushing it off, he asked “Good morning father is there any way I can help you?” As he smiled innocently. His father turned to him and smiled at him before telling him to help the younger head butler and the head maid, Avarice and Liling check to make sure everything is in place.

Agreeing with it, Sebastian walked towards the end of the carriages where he saw Avarice’s tall figure and a smaller figure resembling the younger head maid, Liling. Sebastian had always looked up to them and wanted to be like them. They were always so elegant and tall and graceful as they worked around the manor doing their chores like cleaning the windows or watering the plants, helping his father do his paperwork or helping his mother in cooking but Sebastian didn’t had the confidence to tell Avarice and Liling about this admiration he had, so most of the time Sebastian was shy around the two.

As he silently greeted Liling and Avarice good morning, Avarice asked him “So, younger master. Why are you here shouldn’t you be the young duke, Sean or with younger lady and lord, Eleanor and Sillian?” Sebastian wasn’t surprised; these two always looked after him and checked up on him whenever they got the time to do so. Sebastian thought for a moment about how to respond before answering the butler with a shy tone “Well, Sean is gone to the nearby store and Eleanor and Sillian are sleeping in one of the carriages, so father asked me to help you look after all the things.”

Smiling, Liling and Avarice lead Sebastian and taught how to look after the things and told him to check whether all the bags were inside the carriages, there were 2 large bags, and 13 smaller tiffin for the food. While Avarice went back, Liling made sure that every box containing food was sealed tightly, while Sebastian started counting the bags in one of the carriages, helping the head butler and maid.

After an hour, everyone was done with their jobs, and climbed in on their carriages. There was one for Seb’s parents, on for him and his siblings, one for the head servants like Avarice and Liling along with the older head servants, one for the other servants of the manor and one for the bags and boxes.

As the carriages began moving there was a burst of excitement between the kids, as Sebastian and Sillian started to talk about the things they were gonna do once they get there, while Sean had Eleanor on his lap and was showing her the sceneries which were passing by their carriage. As they were talking, Sebastian poked his head out of the carriage as he heard noises of laughing behind him. Confused, he looked behind him to see the faces of Avarice and Liling smiling widely and laughing at the strong wind blowing in their faces, but as soon as they both saw Sebastian’s face looking at them, their faces held a polite smile as they waved their hands at their young master.

Looking at the two head servants smiling and laughing, his stomach held tiny butterflies of happiness as he sat back down on his seat and looked at his elder brother smiling at his younger siblings. After a few minutes, Sean suggested a game of cards to pass the time a bit, to which all the siblings agreed to. Yelling at Eleanor for trying to cheat, from laughing at how smug Sillian was about winning up until he lost five rounds in a row, from being surprised at how good Sebastian was at the card games, all the siblings were happily playing together without fighting in what seemed like forever.

Finally two hours later, did they all arrive at their destination as all the kids climb down the carriages. Sean, Eleanor and Sillian going towards their parents telling them about the games they all played together, while Sebastian looked at the colorful butterflies near the river, suddenly he felt soft and cool hands on his eyes as he quickly tried to remove them from his eyes. Just as he heard the voice of the owner of the hands did he calm down for a second before jumping up and down with excitement. It was his godmother, Meribella.

As he was hugging and greeting Meribella, his siblings suddenly called out to him and asked him to come over near the river to tell him about a frog present there. He excused himself from his godmother and asked her to talk with his parents, he walked over to his siblings near the waterfall and as he leaned near the river. Suddenly he felt coldness all over and a shove; before he could react he heard laughing of his elder brother. Finally did Sebastian react that he was pushed under the waterfall and his siblings were laughing at him. As soon as he understood what happened, he immediately pulled Sillian who was nearest to him and pulled him towards the water; unbeknownst to him Sillian had a good grip on Mirabella’s hand who had a strong hold on his mother’s arm who was holding Eleanor and Sean’s hand. Using all his strength he pulled everyone in the water making everyone wet.

Unfortunately for his siblings, his mother couldn’t yell at him as this was expected, and was instead laughing, making everyone smile. As everyone was playing with the water and having fun, Alistair and the servants were preparing food and dry clothes and towels for everyone before they all could play under the waterfall. Everyone was smiling and having fun, even though they were demons. this was the effects of the Michaelis Family Annual picnic

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f1nalboys · 3 years

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Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized!

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I was wondering, if you have time, could you write some fluff headcanons about Frankenstein’s monster getting sick and is s/o taking care of him? I love your fluff Frankenstein headcanons btw! 😊😊😊

Hi!! Sorry I've put this off so long! I'm all achey from my booster so I'm feeling this now 😂

He's never gotten sick before.

The closest he’s experienced was being shot, which slowed him down for a few weeks.

Not being a naturally born creature, he didn’t think he COULD get sick.

So when his muscles ache and his joints stiffen with fever, he’s certain he is dying.

You find him moaning and groaning on the hay-strewn floor of the barn, rolling about in abject agony.

“Darling! What’s wrong?!” You rush to kneel at his side. Placing your hand on his muscular arm, you realize he’s burning up.

“The end has come, my love,” he sobs. “Oh, my dearest angel. Perchance I shall be greeted by your brethren upon the threshold of those gates divine, should heaven deem this wretch worthy. Yet I fear I shall not see thee or thy kind again. Oh… what sweet bliss you have made of this life! Ahh… I am going… I am returning to the soil…”

“I think it’s just a cold 😶”

“What?”

“A cold. You have a cold.”

“Human ailments cannot trouble me, for I am not human! The work of my creator is failing. I should have anticipated this sooner. I am the work of an amateur hand—the crude project of a schoolboy playing God, which now unravels like unpracticed stitches.”

“Humor me.”

You set up the softest bed you can manage to make—stacks of loose hay piled three feet deep and eight feet across, topped with linens and furs—and convince him to get up from the floor and lay on it.

The creature, accustomed to sleeping on the ground, relaxes his contorted face for a moment in obvious pleasure.

Then returns to moaning.

“You are most thoughtful for making my dying moments more comfortable. But perhaps I should drag myself far into the forest while I am still able—somewhere my corpse will not become a burden to remove.”

“I’m telling you, there’s a bug going around. I had it last week. You probably caught it taking care of me.”

You wring out a wet cloth and press it to his forehead. He sighs as the heat dissipates like water in a frying pan. Perhaps he will let you help him... for now...

You make sure he’s drinking water and bring him soup, spending the next few days tending to him.

He doesn’t want to be a burden, but thanks you for the attention.

He has never felt so awful in his short life, but you lessen his suffering a little bit every time you’re around. Cooling him with wet cloths when he’s feverish. Curling up next to him and holding him when he shivers. Bringing him medicinal herbs to speed his recovery. Just staying with him, reading him stories to take his mind off it.

Lo and behold, in a few days, the fever breaks, and he feels like himself again.

“Perhaps… it was a cold,” he admits.

“Looks like you’re more human than you think.”

#asks #anon #frankenstein #the creature x reader #frankenstein HCs #my writing

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Secrets of the West Wing (ch. 21)

A/n: sorry this is so long? I guess I just had a lot to say today.

Warnings: the fluffiest damn smut you'll ever read (18+)

For @sweetprentiss 's spring writing challenge!

BINGO AGAIN! Bingo Prompt: "Watch and learn."

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Chapter 21 - Reverse

June 2026

Our trip to Colorado served as a reset on my anxiety. When we got back to DC, I felt like a new person. Thanks to Emily, I felt like I could conquer the world. I returned to DC refreshed.

Hand-in-hand, Emily and I walked up to the residence at the end of our day. She had barged into the Oval and forced me to call it a day. And before we even left the West Wing, she started telling me a joke. It was long and elaborate; it took her the whole time to set this joke up. I chuckled at her; it was so cute how involved she was in this joke. She was so earnest, taking forever.

She paused on the stairs, her hand tugging me back. "Wait," she said, her eyes going wide. "I forgot the punchline." Her brow creased in concentration, trying to remember. I burst out into laughter. I couldn't contain it. My laugh echoed around the stairwell. "Hang on!!" Emily urged.

I had to lean onto the railing because I was about to fall over. I laughed so hard tears rolled down my eyes. "There's no need to laugh SO hard. I didn't even finish the joke." She sounded put out.

"Babe, I'm - I'm sorry!" I wheezed out. "It's just that you spent our whole walk up here setting this joke up, and for what?" She pushed me up the stairs and rolled her eyes at me.

"Okay. C'mon you." I continued to chuckle, bumping into her shoulder. She draped her arm around me and pulled me close. I couldn't help but look up at her with love overflowing from my eyes. My little joking Emily. I only had eyes for her; I was so in love with her.

"Ladies," Green said as we passed in front of the door. "Prentiss, could I talk to you?" Emily and I stopped in front of him, her arm dropping from around me. I waited for him to start speaking again. Both of them turned to look at me expectantly.

"Ahh!" I said, realization dawning on me. "Super-secret agent stuff." Emily rolled her eyes but squeezed my hand. "I'll start dinner, Em."

As I walked inside, I wondered what could be so important. I pushed it to the back of my mind, knowing I could hound Emily about it later. I quickly washed my hands and pulled everything I needed for dinner out of the fridge. I quickly chopped veggies and put oil and garlic in a pan and soon felt Emily's arms around my waist and a kiss to my head.

"What was that about?" I asked upon seeing her worried face.

"Nothing baby," she hedged. "That smells good...what are you making?"

"Don't distract me with compliments," I said lightheartedly. "What did Green want?"

She sighed and pulled away from me. "He said he saw another agent, Anderson, up here pulling on the door of the residence."

My eyes widened. "Could it be, you know, him?"

"No. This guy's new. He just started about two months ago. He couldn't have written the letter because he wasn't here for any of the events, and though he was here when the photo scandal broke, that picture was taken several months ago. If I remember correctly," she said moving closer, "You wore that for me for New Year's." She took me in her arms again, her lips sweeping down my neck.

I threw everything in the pan to fry. "Could he be lying?"

She sighed, "Who Green?" I nodded. "I don't know why he would, but it couldn't be Anderson..." I flipped the rice over to mix all the veggies, catching all of it back in the pan. "Woah that was fancy!" Emily exclaimed.

"Watch and learn, Prentiss. I'm a master chef." I flipped it again. And rice went everywhere. She chuckled into my neck.

"Am I supposed to be learning how to make a big mess?" she teased.

"Don't you start with me. You still owe me a joke," I said sourly - embarrassment colored my tone. I couldn't believe that I had spilled half our dinner on the counter.

Emily dug her fingers in my side, tickling me relentlessly. "Ah!" I shrieked. "Emily!" More rice flung from the pan as I tried to jerk away from Emily's fingers. "Now who's making a mess?" I laughed.

She stilled her fingers, but her sultry voice in my ear caught me off guard. "Scrap dinner, baby. Call down to the kitchen, please." Her arms wrapped back around me, her hands settling on my waist. I turned around in her arms, hoping to steal a kiss, but her head immediately fell to my shoulder.

"What is it?" I asked, concerned.

"I'm just so worried. I don't know what to think anymore."

I pulled her chin up so I could look at her face. And that's when I really looked at her for the first time today. I scrutinized my favorite face in the world. Dark circles shadowed her eyes; worry lines creased her forehead, marring her perfectly smooth skin. "Em," I gasped in shock, "Are you sleeping?"

She smiled at me and poked me in the stomach, "Not with all your snoring," she teased.

I gasped again. "You said it was cute!"

She kissed my forehead. "It is, baby. Please don't worry about me."

I cupped her face and smoothed my thumb under her eye. "It's my job to worry about you, Em. You've taken on so much for me. And I appreciate that so much. Let me do that for you, please." Her eyes watered - a sure sign she was at her limit.

"How hungry are you?" I asked. "Can we postpone dinner?" She nodded at me, a hint of confusion playing on her face. I dragged her towards the bedroom. I pushed her near the bed and paused. "Stay here."

I turned to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and massage oil. I laid everything down on the bed and moved towards Emily. I slid her jacket off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor with a slight thump. I unholstered her gun and set it on the nightstand. Since she was still in her boots, and my heels were always the first thing to go when I got home, I reached up and kissed the underside of her chin. She leaned down and pulled her shoes off.

Now that we were a bit closer in height, I softly kissed her and started unbuttoning her belt buckle. When I finally had her down to her underwear, I said, "Crouch. You're still too tall." She snickered but lowered herself a bit. I gathered her hair and gave her a top knot so I wouldn't get oil in her hair.

She looked precious with her bangs falling down and the rest of her hair piled on top of her head. I smushed her face between both my hands and kissed her nose. "You look so fucking cute with your hair like that. I can't stand it." I nipped quickly at her lips again. I couldn't help myself when she looked like that.

"Hey," she interrupted my kiss, "If I'm naked for this, then so are you."

I smirked at her. "Yes ma'am," I said teasingly. She snatched me around the waist and pulled me close, her eyes domineering. She made much quicker work of my clothes than I had hers, and in no time at all, she had me naked. She captured my lips in a searing kiss - one that ignited a fire in my belly. Her hand graced down my back and squeezed my ass.

I pulled back and swatted her hand away. "Hey stop that," I scolded. "Tonight is about you, babe."

"Y/n/n, I appreciate what you're doing, but this really isn't necessary."

"Em!" I complained. "You said yes out in the kitchen. Please don't back out now. Please let me do this for you - let me help carry the stress."

"Okay," she breathed against my lips.

I pushed her towards the bed and laid her down on her stomach, over the towel. "Comfy?" I asked.

She wiggled a bit and then murmured a muffled, "Mmhm."

I tipped the bottle of oil over her back and poured a line down her spine; I coated my hands with it. Rubbing her back up and down, I warmed the oil and smoothed it over every inch of her skin. I dug my fingers into her shoulders where she obviously was storing a lot of tension. I swung my leg over her to straddle her in order to get better leverage. The moan that vibrated her body between my legs caught me off guard. I couldn't tell if she was moaning at my hands on her back or my bare pussy now touching her.

I rubbed her entire back for about twenty minutes and then moved to her shoulder and down her arm. I paid special attention to her fingers, especially her trigger finger. She sighed at the attention; this part of her body never receiving any TLC. I repeated the process on her other arm and hand. Before moving on from her hands, I placed a quick kiss on her knuckles and then gently placed her hand back on the bed.

I re-straddled her and kissed the nape of her neck as my hands trailed down her back again. I quickly swiped oil over the backs of her legs but really focused my attention on her calf muscles. I knew she didn't stretch enough after her workouts, and I was sure they were tight. I slid up her thighs, focusing on her hamstrings. She started shifting her weight, wiggling back and forth. "Y/n/n," she said breathlessly.

I glided my hands up to her ass. Don't get distracted. This was about relieving muscle aches and relaxing Emily. But her ass was just so - Don't get distracted. I dug my fingers into the muscles, the oil making my hands slide. Maybe I used too much. She was a little slippery now. It made me wonder where else I could get her slippery. Stop getting distracted!

I had to move away from her hips and ass because my fingers - on their own - started inching closer and closer to her center. I picked up one of her feet and dug my thumbs into her arch. "God, y/n," she groaned. I rubbed every inch of her feet. Clearly her running around in heeled boots all day was not good on her heels. I vowed to rub them more for her going forward.

I placed kisses on her ankles and returned her feet to the bed. I trailed my mouth up her leg and spine and placed a kiss on the shell of her ear. "Turn over, baby," I whispered. When she flipped herself over, she was visibly more relaxed than she had been earlier. Good. I felt proud that I could do that for her.

I couldn't help myself any longer, so I lightly brushed my lips over her cheek. Emily turned her head and captured my lips in a searing kiss. And because I had no self-control, I lost myself in her sweet taste. I swung my leg over her to straddle her again, forgetting I was supposed to be massaging her. My tongue swept over her bottom lip, begging for entrance into her mouth.

Emily dug her fingers into my hips, drawing me closer. The sting of her nails caused me to grind myself down onto her. I could feel myself growing wet. The realization that I was getting carried away caused me to pull back. "Stop distracting me, Em," I whispered against her lips. "I wasn't done."

"Fuck, baby please," she whined. "Let me touch you."

I kissed her again - just a peck and whispered against her lips with a smile, "No." She grumbled at me as I started the process all over again but on her front side. I tried to make this side less about reducing muscle tension and just making Emily feel good. And she was growing more and more restless.

I did actually massage her legs and feet again, but when I inched closer up her thighs, she spread her legs, making more room for me between them. I had to jump ship before I started to massage her clit with my tongue. She was so good at distracting me. But I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to taste her. I drug my lips over her collarbones as I lightly massaged her chest. I touched and kissed her everywhere. Except her nipples.

"Y/n/n I swear to god-" She tugged on my hair, attempting to drag me to her nipples.

I chuckled softly, my breath hardening her nipples. "You really can't keep yourself from topping, huh?"

"Look how well I've done!" she disagreed.

I rolled my eyes. "So well, baby," I said sarcastically. I kissed her nose, and then her cheek. And then I couldn't help myself and kissed all over her face. Her eyes were alight with mirth and adoration; she really did look precious right now. I sucked slightly on her neck and her breathing sped up. I trailed my lips up and down, slightly scraping my teeth over the skin behind her ear. Her chest heaved.

"Y/n/n?" She sounded tentative.

I kissed her again, hands ghosting down her sides. "Yeah, Em?"

"Will you...use the strap on me tonight...?" She removed a hand from my hip, her finger immediately entering her mouth to allow her to chew on her nail. I froze, completely shocked at her request. And a bit nervous because I'd never done this before.

It took me about .2 seconds to decide. "Okay. Yes. Of course I will, baby. Where is it?" My hesitation faded as soon as it came, and I was completely excited to do this for her. And so proud of her for asking for what she wanted. I scurried over to our special drawer and pulled out the harness.

She leaned up on her elbows to watch me, a smile playing on her lips. I flung open the drawer and snatched the harness. In my haste to put it on, I tangled my foot in it and lost my balance. "Oof. God. Shit," I muttered as I fell against the dresser. Emily snickered at me. "How do you do this so gracefully?" I got it tangled again. "What the fuck," I mumbled to myself.

Emily threw her head back and laughed at me. She was so beautiful she took my breath away. I couldn't believe my luck. She was mine, and she was absolutely radiant right now: naked and smiling. Her smile was the most beautiful thing on the planet; I'd never tire of seeing it. And every ounce of embarrassment I just felt was worth it to see her smile so genuinely. Not just her tight-lipped smirks through the stress.

She rolled off the bed and walked over to me to help me slide it on. "Ready?" I asked looking up at her.

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Aren't you forgetting the important part?"

I looked down, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Right. Should probably actually pick a dildo for her. "Which one do you want tonight?" Her hand darted out and immediately grabbed the smallest one we had. I didn't comment on it, but my mistress would never let me pick something so small. The thought amused me - my little top couldn't handle what she normally used on me.

She hooked the dildo into the harness so proficiently. "You're too slow," she explained. I giggled again but couldn't disagree. She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bed.

"Still topping I see," I teased her. She laid down on the bed and spread her legs in front of me. I drooled at the sight.

"Please just fuck me," she whined. My stomach clenched at the desperation in her voice. I had never heard Emily like that. I wanted to see how far I could push her - I wanted to make her a desperate mess like she always made me. I crouched between her legs and slid my tongue up her slit. She hissed and bucked her hips into my face. I slid two fingers in her, just to give her pressure, but I didn't move them inside her.

"Y/n! I said fuck me."

I lifted my mouth off of her. "I am," I teased. I sucked a bit harder on her clit and curled my fingers in her.

"Ung. Fuck, baby. Please." I sucked harder, drawing out a loud moan from Emily. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure. I grabbed the lube and stroked it over the dildo sitting at my hips. And before she could take another breath, I stood up and slammed into her. "Fuck y/n. Yes!"

I slowed my hips down, barely moving in her. Her eyes opened and she whimpered at me. I grabbed her hips and picked up the pace. I gradually gained speed until she was thrashing her head back and forth. I moved faster and faster. Fuck this was a lot of work. How was it possible that Emily fucked me like this all night? But I was determined to make her cum and give her what she wanted tonight, so I continued. I thrust deeper, sweat breaking out on my forehead.

I flopped on my elbows on either side of Emily's head and leaned down to suck on her nipples, my hips still pounding into her. Her hands buried themselves in my hair. "If you slow down, I won't let you cum for a month," she threatened. I was absolutely not taking that risk. I scraped my teeth over her nipple and snaked a hand down to her clit. I circled it slowly and then picked up speed with my hips.

"Y/n/n!" she gasped. "Please don't stop," she begged. Her nails dug into my back and she came with a loud cry. I slowly stilled my hips and trailed my lips up her neck. She sighed contentedly, her fingers relaxing and smoothing down my back.

I gently pulled out of her, causing Emily to whimper at the loss. I made my way to the bathroom to clean the dildo. Removing the harness was much easier than putting it on. "Come back," I heard Emily call from bed. My little needy baby.

I returned to bed, and slid underneath her, so she was splayed over me. I scratched her back gently and played with her hair. She pressed soft kisses into my stomach and hummed lightly. Her stomach growled loudly. "Damn baby."

I moved to get up and said, "Let me feed you."

Her arms tightened around me, her weight making it impossible for me to move. "No, please. Just a few more minutes."

I laughed. "I'll scratch you all night, baby. Just say the word." She looked up at me, love overflowing from her eyes.

"Thank you for tonight. It was perfect - just what I needed. I should let you top more often."

A laugh burst from my mouth; I couldn't contain it. The thought was ludicrous. "Emily Prentiss, if I said and did half of what you did tonight, you'd spank my ass red!"

"And don't you forget it," she smirked. She leaned up to kiss me softly. Her hand cupped my cheek and then slid around my neck, pulling me even closer. "I love you, y/n." My heart fluttered at how sweet and sentimental she was being tonight. "Now feed me please," she said rolling off of me.

Shocked, I leaned over and slapped her bare ass as she walked to the closet. She paused and then whipped around on her heel. She pinned me back to the bed, my hands on either side of my head. "Don't for a second think that I let you fuck me once and you get to top all the time." My stomach quivered at my mistress returning. But she let me go and walked to the closet to get dressed. I stared up at the ceiling, trying to even out my rapid breathing. I was happy to see Emily back to her usual self.

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