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brainrotdotorg · 4 months

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imagine a dashboard for alligators. what do you think that would look like

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🍏gatoridae Follow

Controversial opinion. If you're doing nothing but eating meat, what are you even doing. Remember to include bugs, fruits, and legumes into your diet in order to help aid digestion of the meat that you get from snakes, fish, and mammals.

Just because we have the reputation for eating lots of meat, that doesn't mean we have to stick to it.

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counterpoint: fuit yucky

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wdym reputation of eating meat. i float lik ea log thats what im known for

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🌿swamp-ass Follow

asked dad if i could go and steal some Floridian guy's lunch and he said "we have prey at home" girl we have been doing shit ALL DAY i am an awesome 600 pounds and I need some meat left on me to deathroll with. let me get a quick snack that i don't need to kill mmmmmmm burgers I want people food soooooo badddd....... i know they shouldn't feed it to me but I have such a lovely smile oh please oh please give me your burger.........

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mom says it was cold the season she laid me so i have to be a girl. because girls are always born from eggs laid during cold seasons.

cope and seethe mother first of all, second of all, the reason i am transgender is because you kept me too fucking snuggly warm in the nest.

#i guess if you wanted a daughter you should have. idk. made a shittier nest? #thats not really my fault man

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⛰fuckyeahhugesnout Follow

You'll never guess how I just learned that we have the honor of being the "loudest reptiles in the world"

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Yeah yeah, the 90 decibel mating bellow, we've all heard it.

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we've all heard the what

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🩲gaytorrr Follow

this guy asked if i wanted to see his gator hole and i said fuck yes. why this boy take me into a 65 foot long hole in the mud at the bottom of the lake

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🏞daily-clawsitivity

✨Remember to take it easy sometimes!✨We thrive in slow-moving waters!✨Even though we can run fast, we get tired fast too-- it's okay to let yourself take breaks!✨Let yourself relax, that's how we made it this far as a species.

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Yeah, imagine telling your prehistoric great great great great great great great great great great grandpa or something to calm down and relax when he should be doing nothing but deathrolls. the longevity of the species should be your only goal. It's irresponsible to encourage your fucking species to fall behind even more than it already has? Have some pride, you're not a crocodile.

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jesus christ calm down

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Okay, this post has a lot of misconceptions in it. There aren't as many differences between crocodiles and alligators than you think. It's really harmful to think that we have nothing in common with each other. So what if they're carnivores and we're closer to omnivores, or their snouts are more U shaped while ours are V shaped. We're both badass miracles of nature that have no reason to be pit against one another all the time.

Don't listen to guys like this. It's just hateful and small-minded.

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crocs are like. like them shoes that float right

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i wish i was a crocodile because i could have a virgin birth and i wanted to see what it would be like to eat an immaculate conception.

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welcome to the no notes gator/croc discourse post.

🦖l8rg8tr-z Follow

omg this is the post.... i can't believe i would see this naturally on my dash

🎍taildraggers Follow

Uh are we just going to ignore the virgin birth reply orrrrrrrrr

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gator heritage post

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🌴a-l-g-t-r Follow

lmao this idiot never learned how to use their tail to type

#/j lol yeah its kind of hard at first #actually i'd say cut your losses and forget how to type bring the laptop back to the dumpster its not worth it

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am i fucking stupid. i just learned theres another species of alligator other than just me and the guys in my swamp. and i said "oh wow I didn't know that! which one of the two are we haha" and my buddy just stared at me like I was a fucking idiot. how am i supposed to know if no one ever tells me this . WHICH AM I

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there are only 70-80 mature chinese gators in existence while there are 750,00-1 million mature american gators . do the math.

🐍bellowbellowmygoodfellow Follow

i could have just hatched you don't know me.

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🍀gatortears Follow

a group of queer gators in church call that a congregaytion

#reblogging this one bc none of you appreciate me

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👞makemeintoshoesdaddy Follow

I'm seeing the no notes gator/croc post circulate again and ha ha yes it's very funny, but we are NOT starting gator/croc discourse in 2024. lets leave that shit in the past. i know that's not what the post really ended up being about but i am soooooo sick of it.

🌾clawstothewalls Follow

okay, so the one with a fetish for getting turned into handbags is gonna talk down to us now.

👞 makemeintoshoesdaddy Follow

Not to be a pedant but its Shoes Actually. It even says so in the name. Shoes.

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#this post was all an excuse to tell you alligator fun facts #i fucking got you dude. i got you

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melrodrigo · 26 days

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needles - tara carpenter

Tara Carpenter x Fem Reader

A/N: A little drabble bcz god knows we need it in this drought

“But baby I don’t wanna!” You whine, gripping Tara’s arm and burrowing yourself into her.

You feel the vibrations of her giggle before you can hear it, that silent wheeze that belongs only to your girlfriend.

“I know you don’t want to, but it’s good for you. I promise i’ll be right here.” She mummers, trying not to draw attention to the two of you.

You’re sat next in line for a vaccine shot, and although you know it is good for you, you hate needles.

“Ugh. God really gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers.” You announce dramatically.

Tara smirks just the slightest; and you poke her in the sides.

“Is this really your toughest battle?” She teases.

“I’m just a girl.” You grumble, heart picking up as the nurse gestures that it’s your turn.

“You’re speaking in brain rot right now.” Tara muses, gripping your hand in an attempt to calm you down.

Bless her, it doesn’t.

When you finally get in the seat you swear sweat is dripping down your face. The nurse gives you a small sympathetic smile.

“Not good with needles, dear?” She asks, cleaning her supplies.

You chuckle nervously, embarrassed but relieved that the nurse acknowledged it.

“A little.” You say, and slap Tara when she lets out a snort.

“Is this your girlfriend?” The nurse asks again, not unkindly.

You beam, looking over at Tara. She’s as pretty as ever, her long brown hair messy because of the wind.

“Yeah. I’m the luckiest girl in the wor- ah!” You yell in surprise, feeling a prick at your arm. You don’t dare look down.

Tara stifles another chuckle, and you send her a glare.

“Sorry about that sweetheart, I find distraction helps most people with Trypanophobia.” The woman says, rubbing your back.

“Aaaand you’re all done. Good job.” Tara whispers as you stand up, a little shaky.

“Stay here for 15 minutes. If you feel nauseous or weird, come find me immediately. If you’re all good, you can leave.” The nurse instructs, nodding for the next person in line to come up.

You nod adamantly, trying to convey that you’re really listening to her. You focus on her eyes, she has really pretty eyes, big and brown like Tara’s.

You feel a little tug at your waist and feel Tara dragging you back a bit.

The both of you find a seat somewhere close to the hospital, arms intertwined.

“Don’t you think that nurse was kind of cute?” You ask mindlessly, thinking back to the scene.

Tara raises an eyebrow, but her little smile tells you she isn’t annoyed. She’s amused.

“I guess. Not really my type.” Tara sighs, moving in closer to you.

She takes her pointer finger and places it on your bottom lip, getting a hitch from you.

“My type is sitting right in front of me.” She says, voice dropping a few octaves. You know what she’s doing, she loves to tease you like this. You’ve always had a weak spot for her voice.

You flush bright red, gulping.

“I only thought she was cute because she looks exactly like you.” You squeak, trying to get yourself out of trouble.

Tara grins, obviously comforted by your statement. “I know. I just wanted to hear you say it.”

She leans in and presses a faint kiss to your lips, tender. She tastes like that Willy Wonka Chocolate Lipbalm you’d convinced her to wear. It doesn’t taste like chocolate.

You laugh against her lips, and she pulls back with a rather big frown.

“You taste yucky!” You say, playfully.

“Excuse me, i wasn’t the one who wanted to wear this.” She banters back, tackling you in a tickle.

You wheeze, tapping her back. You give up way too easily.

“Okay, okay! Fine, it was my fault.” You admit, idea sparking in your head.

“But, I know just how to fix it.” You whisper, and before Tara can ask you, you swipe your hand against her lips gently, taking away all the flavored balm.

You lean down and press another kiss to her, and she just about melts into your arms.

#tara carpenter #drabble #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader

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tarjapearce · 7 months

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Big Sister, Again

"Papa?"

"Yes, cariño?"

"Can you tell Mama to stop eating my mozarella cheese sticks?"

Miguel chuckled as he worked on his computer.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Solecito. But I'll get you a pack just for you, ok?"

"It's the second time we're out of them! And the Dulce de leche too! I tried what she eats and it's yuck!"

"Don't you worry, ok? Get yourself ready. We're going shopping."

"Okay"

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Needless to say that Gabi was embarrassed at your antics. Kisses here and there, private jokes and Miguel had to buy everything you were telling him. Of course the craving for sweets were running rampant the whole evening.

Gabi counted a pair of corn dogs, one salted caramel ice cream, and some candied nuts. And of course, two bags of cheese sticks and two jars of Dulce de leche. You then had gone to pick up some shirts, got Benjamin new clothes, and Gabi some new soccer cleats for her practice. Along a little gift you had instructed to open at home.

You then returned home and started dinner prepping.

"Lyla"

The automated voice of Miguel’s AI chirped through the speaker "Yes, Ma'am?"

"Ugh, don't call me that. Can you schedule my next appointment with the gyn please?"

"Right away~ Ma'am"

Rolling your eyes, you continued chopping and cutting when Gabi approached, holding a t shirt with wide eyes. Bright white letters on it.

"Mama?!" Her panicked voice only made you giggle.

You'll be a big sister! Again.

Her eyes shone as she reread the letters.

"Are you?!"

"Yes."

"PAPA!!"

She ran to where Miguel was and there was a loud squeal that surely got Miguel covering his ears.

Gabi then returned to you, crying and hugging you.

"What's wrong, mi amor?"

"It's a girl?"

You hugged her and rubbed her back as she spoke in between excited sobs

"It's a girl"

She only hugged you tighter while sniffling.

"Her name is gonna be Rosie"

Lyla quipped and you wiped Gabi's tears.

"Is this why you've been eating yucky things?"

You laughed

"Yeah, your little sister has a sweet and salty tooth it seems."

"I don't care if you eat my cheese sticks anymore, Mama."

"When she starts growing even more, you'll feel it, ok?"

"Promise?!"

"Of course."

Her hands went to your lower belly and beamed.

"Finally!"

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Taglist:

@pigeonmama

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️#gabi o'hara #Rosie O'Hara #Blurb #t writes✨#lyla spiderverse

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letsgetrowdy43 · 3 months

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All you gotta do is ask—

Jack Hughes x reader

Request: Maybe something about jack’s best friend going to a game and is wearing someone else’s jersey and he gets jealous. Like he likes the reader but hasn’t said so. Reader likes him and doesn’t know he feels the same until they’re out after the game and he says something along the lines of “my girl shouldn’t have someone else’s name on her back. It’s wrong” and maybe cute fluffy ending because this girl is hormonal and needs the emotional rollercoaster

Jack's eyes caught hers from the bench, Ellen to her right chatting about Luke's rookie year, as she smiled fondly at him, giving him a little wave before his attention was pulled back towards the game.

"He adores you," Ellen smiled as the young girl turned to her with reddened cheeks. "What?" "Jack," she nodded towards her son on the ice, the two of them watching as he took a shot and the puck flew straight into the back of the net, both his mother and his best friend shot onto their feet, screaming with their hands in the air.

He faced the crowd with a grin, tongue stuck out of his mouth and he yelled out of excitement, sending a wink in the direction of his best friend as she blushed at the action, "he loves you," Ellen continued as the crowd calmed down, the devil's goal song still playing loudly as the girl swallowed thickly. "I love him too," she said with a soft smile, "he's my best friend," Ellen gave her a knowing look before they went back to watching the game.

The game ended with a Devils win, the first one in their string of home games before the All-Star break.

Ellen, Jim, and the young girl sat in the family room just outside of the locker room, a smile on her face as baby Haula ran over to her as she chatted with Kristen. She was pulled out of their conversation as the door opened to reveal Luke followed by a grinning Jack who maneuvered his way around the room to get to her while Luke went to their parents.

"You played so good," she grinned as he pulled her in for a hug, "my superstar," she whispered as he laughed at the nickname. "I scored for you," he mumbled into her shoulder, before looking down her back to see a larger 43 on her back, he pulled away tensely, a look of confusion on his face as her face filled with worry.

"You're wearing a Luke jersey?" he gasped. "Yeah, he gave it to me before the game, your jersey is in my car," she grinned, but his smile did not return. "I scored for you and this is how you repay me," he whispered, tone whiney as she rolled her eyes at his antics.

"I'm being serious, this feels so wrong, my girl should not be wearing my brother's jersey," her brows furrowed as her eyes caught his. "Your girl?" "Don't kid yourself, you've been mine since we were in middle school," he said smugly as her face grew a new shade of red. "You can't just deem me 'you girl' J," she said with a grin, her arms wrapping around his neck, "you gotta ask me first," her tone was taunting as he leaned in to kiss her but she dodged him and stared at him with raised brows

"You gotta ask," she fumbled, fingers playing with his damp curls. "You've always been mine Y/n/n," she shook her head, loving the mental hoops she was making him jump through as she smiled menacingly. "just ask J, it's all you gotta do, or you could beg, whatever floats your boat," her grin grew as he rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said batting his lashes as she giggled at the theatrics of it all, "Would you do me the honours of being my girlfriend?" he asked so kindly which rewarded him with a slow kiss to the lips instead of an answer, the action telling enough that it was an obvious yes.

a groan sounded from behind them as Luke, Dawson, and John grimaced at the sight in front of them. "Kissing my brother in my jersey, yucky," Luke said which gained a nice strong elbow to his ribs from his father who just smiled proudly at the couple.

"Trust me, she's taking it off," the entire family room groaned in disgust as she hid her face in his chest in embarrassment, "I didn't mean it that way guys, don't be gross!" which gained a laugh from the room as he stood them with wide eyes and rosy cheeks.

#rotalks: hughes brothers night!!#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb

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mellowsadistic · 29 days

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Easter Bunnies - Part 3

Melony woke up from her nap feeling strange. Her first thought was of chocolate. Daddy had said she could have some of her Easter eggs after her nap, and she could feel a rumbling in her tummy. But her second thought was about why she was taking a nap in the middle of the afternoon. She wasn’t a baby, after all. Only dumb babies needed naps. She lifted her head off her pillow and looked around blearily. She was sharing a crib with Jackie. Her friend was still fast asleep, sucking her thumb peacefully, and she was giving off a strong smell of urine. But then, Melony thought, as she lifted the covers and looked down at the sodden adult diaper around her own waist, that could just as easily be her…

She blinked. Her head felt funny. Or had it been feeling funny before? She put a hand to the top of her head, but there was nothing there. No bunny ears. Where had they gone? A slight frown creased her brow. Why did she want them so badly anyway? They were just a pair of stupid bunny ears. They were for little girls. Or were they for big girls too? Her frown became more pronounced. She was pretty sure she’d seen grown-ups wearing bunny ears. Girls in sexy outfits. So they couldn’t be that immature.

Melony got up on her knees, and her mouth twisted into a grimace as her nappy sagged heavily. It was so full of wee-wee that it almost touched the plastic sheet of Jackie’s crib. Her outfit definitely wasn’t mature. Adults didn’t wear yucky wet diapers. She put her hands to her chest, and her felt her breasts through the fabric of the yellow t-shirt Daddy had dressed her in for her nap. But little girls didn’t have these.

Then it all came flooding back to her in a rush, all her memories, all her awareness. “Oh my God…” she whispered. She started shaking Jackie awake. “Jackie,” she hissed urgently, panic rising inside her. Their boyfriends were trying to turn them into overgrown toddler freaks! “Jackie, wake up!”

Jackie’s eyes fluttered open and she pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a pop. “Dada?” she murmured sleepily.

“No, Jackie, it’s me! It’s Melony! Wake up! You’ve got to remember who you are!”

Jackie rubbed her eyes with her fists and blinked up at her. “Mewwie?” She clambered awkwardly up onto her knees too, then she grinned. “Mewwie!” she squealed, and wrapped Melony in a tight hug. “I wuv you!”

Melony cringed. She could feel her friend’s braless breasts squishing against her. “I love you too, Jackie,” she said, keeping her voice low, “but right now we need to get out of here.” She extracted herself from the cuddle. “You’re not a baby, Jackie. You’re a grown woman, remember? You’re twenty-four years old. You’re training to be a doctor!”

Jackie cocked her head, still grinning. She let out a gurgling giggle that suggested to Melony she hadn’t understood a word of what she’d just said, or perhaps she just thought they were playing.

Hazel stirred beneath the sheets of her mattress on the floor. She yawned and stretched and got to her feet; as the Hello Kitty covers fell from her body, she was revealed wearing nothing but a soaking wet pair of training pants. It was no wonder the room smelled like pee – all three women had wet themselves in their sleep.

“Hazel!” Melony said urgently, turning her attention to her other friend.

Hazel blushed and covered her padded crotch with her hands. “Acc-see-dents doesn’t count when it’s naptime,” she mumbled shamefully. “Daddy says.”

“Hazel please! You’re not a toddler! You’re an adult!”

Hazel beamed. “I a big girl!” she declared proudly, putting her hands on her hips and standing with her legs wide, making the droop of her pull-ups obvious. “Not a baby wike you and Jackie!”

“No!” Melony pleaded. “Hazel, we’re all adults! Our boyfriends have done something to us! You’ve got to wake up!”

Hazel shook her head in a superior way. “Am awake, Mewwie,” she said. “Siwwy baby!”

At that moment, the door to the bedroom opened and Peter came in.

“You!” Melony snarled, getting to her feet and gripping the side of the crib, glaring at her boyfriend. “What the hell have you done to us?!”

Peter raised his eyebrow. “That’s no way to talk to your Daddy, little one,” he said, sternly. “Keep that up and I’ll have no choice but to put you over my knee.”

“You’re not my Daddy!” Melony shouted furiously. “And you can’t talk to me that way! I don’t know if you drugged us or hypnotized us or what, but when I get out of here you’re going straight into a fucking prison cell!”

His expression quite calm, Peter walked up to the crib and lowered the bars. Then he took Jackie by the hand and helped her down onto the carpet. “Hazel,” he said, turning to the nearly nude young woman, “be a good girl, take Jackie and go and find your Daddies, okay? I think they’ll give you some of your Easter chocolate! But Mellie’s being a naughty little girl, so I’m going to have to give her a spanking before she can come downstairs.”

Jackie’s eyes widened and Hazel giggled. “Yes, Mewwie’s Daddy!” she chirped, and she took Jackie by the hand and skipped out of the room in nothing but her pissy pull-up, dragging her infantilized friend along beside her.

Once they were gone, Peter turned back to her. He pointed his finger at the floor. “Come here, Mellie. Out of the crib. You’ve earned yourself a sore, red bottom, young lady.”

“You’re crazy!” Melony shouted. “I’m not gonna let you spank me, you monster!”

“In a minute or two, you’re not going to have the will to resist, darling. Not when Daddy gives you a stern look. Your mind will be regressing back to babyhood any moment now.”

“W-what do you mean?” Melony stammered, as a chill ran through her body at his words.

“There we no drugs, sweetie,” said Peter. “No hypnosis. Just your special bunny ears. They made all those wonderful changes inside your head, just like they did with your two little friends, and the effects are totally permanent, baby girl. This is just a little bounce-back, that’s all. Jackie had hers yesterday, and Hazel had hers just before we arrived today. One final little burst of adulthood before it’s back to diapers forever.”

“No…” Melony whispered. But she could already feel it happening in her mind. Her head was getting fuzzy again. Soft and fuzzy. Like it was full of cotton candy. She shook her head fiercely. “No!” she shouted. Her face was burning with humiliation at the thought of being stuck as an adult-sized toddler for the rest of her life, being gawped at and cooed over by strangers, by her friends and family, by her lunatic of a boyfriend. “I’m not gonna be wike… like that forever!”

“I’m afraid there’s no going back now, baby,” Peter said gently. “If you had any last things you wanted to say as a grown-up, now’s the time, because in a few moments you’ll have the behaviours and intellectual level of a three-year-old.” He grinned. “But I’m going to treat you like you’re two.” He looked her over thoughtfully. “Oliver wanted a happy toddler girl who’s proud as a peach to sit on an oversized child’s potty and pee in it in front of a crowd,” he said. “Hazel was always so shy before, but now she’s quite the little exhibitionist, as I’m sure you’ve noticed! George just wanted to see Jackie transformed into a dim-witted baby, barely out of infancy, without a thought in her pretty little head. She was so smart before; I think George finds it funny that she’s now too dumb to even tell when she’s pooped her pants.”

Melony could only stare at her boyfriend in horror. It was getting harder and harder to hold her thoughts together, and there was another problem too – the rumbling in her tummy from earlier had changed into a different feeling, a fullness in her bottom. She clenched her rear tightly.

“But I wanted something a little different from both of them,” Daddy went on. Peter. His name was Peter, not Daddy. “I wanted the sweet spot; a girl who’s just mature enough to want to be out of diapers, but who has to wear them anyway. I think that would be perfect for you, Mellie.”

Mellie shook her head again, her lips forming a pout. “No!” she whined. Her head felt so empty. So light and fluffy. Fluffy like a bunny. “Don’t wanna… Don’t wike…” The pressure in her bottom was building, becoming impossible to control almost as quickly as it had first appeared.

“Go on, baby,” her boyfriend cooed. “Any last thoughts before it’s back to baby-land for good for big girl Melony?”

Mellie looked up into his eyes. A mixture of fear and anger and confusion burned in hers. “Gotta go poopy!” she blurted, and then bent her knees, screwed up her face, and started to poop her pants.

Above her, Daddy laughed. “That’s my little Mellie,” he cooed, patting her on the head. She let out a loud grunt and pushed a load into her nappy, quickly followed by a long gush of pee-pee. “That’s Daddy’s little stinker! Melony the big girl is all gone now, isn’t she? It’s just silly baby Mellie left, ready to spend the rest of Easter toddling around in a dirty diaper. Ready for a lifetime of loving cuddles and strict discipline from her Daddy. Finish up making your whoopsie, baby, then move that messy bum of yours out of the crib. Your big girl brains might have leaked out into your nappy, but Daddy hasn’t forgotten that you need a spanking!”

The End

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angelplummie · 8 months

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thinking about stepdad armin……

cw: stepcest, age gap, contemplating cheating, sexual imagery, horniness

masterlist part 2

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you think you’re home alone. or rather, you thought you were home alone. because now you’re completely naked in the hall of your childhood home, staring into baby blue eyes. they’re blown wide open as he looks down and then right back up. pink erupts under his skin and he opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t let him. wet hair leaving water stains on the carpet, you run back into the bathroom and slam the door closed.

great. you just got home from summer vacation at your uni yesterday, and now it’s going to be awkward for the rest of the two months. you really really thought you were home alone, you thought they were at work. but you’d done it now. blood burnt your cheeks and embarrassment broiled in your stomach.

you did have to admit, your mum’s boyfriend was handsome, you’d thought so ever since you met a year ago. he looked a lot younger than he was, but the maturity with which he carried himself gave him away. he was always put together, refined. he wore silver rings on his slender fingers that you could never keep your eyes away from. he wore timeless clothes that screamed a contemporary elegance. he was always warm and kind and seemed to really want to get to know you. even if it was nothing more than a gesture to your mother, you appreciated it. he would always remember things you had told him in your last visit, always knew the right thing to say. he was so much better than boys your age, so much more real, more developed and solidified. he made you feel safe, made you want to please him. maybe it was because he was just ten years older than you, as he was considerably younger than your mother, you had always felt a certain connection to him. their relationship seemed to have progressed so fast, and you tried to suppress your jealousy, tried to make yourself forget it was ever there. but it was. and now you were even more embarrassed.

but aside from embarrassment, you couldn’t help the throb of your clit, the heavy wet feeling between your pussy lips. he had seen you, all of you. what was he thinking right now? you’re a pretty girl with a pretty body, he can’t be neutral to you right? you had wondered if he thought you were pretty, if he was attracted to you. if really deep down he wanted you. sometimes hugs would be tight and you would hear him inhale in your hair, looks would linger. he touched you unnecessarily, on the knee, on the shoulder, kisses on cheeks. he would take you out to eat, just one on one. your mother loved it, thought it was so sweet of him to make the effort. it made you squirm inside. maybe he was just friendly, maybe you were a crazy little girl, impassioned by the slightest attention.

but maybe he wanted you as much as you wanted him. maybe he wanted you more.

you imagined him on the other side of the door still red faced and flustered, hard in his pants. you imagined it straining against his jeans, his boxers. you imagined him taking it out and you imagined the tip dribbling precum. you pussy spasmed at the thought, the very idea that he wants you.

but now you needed to think rationally, you need to be a big girl. what would someone that didn’t want to fuck their new stepdad do?

you grab a towel, rush back into your room. creaking from around the house told you he was still home, probably feeling too embarrassed to approach you about things. you quickly dry off and get dressed before shooting armin a text that reads:

hi i’m really really sorry about that!! i thought i was home alone but still i should’ve been more cautious. i hope i didn’t mentally scar you 😭

perfect, you thought. it was friendly and normal and completely denied the idea that you thought about him thinking about you in any other way than paternally. which you hoped he did, in a yucky wrong sort of way. you hoped he did view you as something to protect, something that was his in some way. you wish the guilt and repulsion of this realisation made it go away, but it didn’t.

luckily for you, armin was in shambles in the exact way you wanted him to be. after pacing his bedroom for five minutes and he waited for you to leave the bathroom, he had gone downstairs to busy himself with cooking something. as an apology maybe, but mainly to take his mind off what he was never supposed to think about. what he couldn’t get out of his head.

before, it was a benign attraction. a want, not a need. he saw you, watched you. you’re a beautiful girl, it doesn’t make him a pervert to see that. and you’re such a sweet girl, such a good daughter. you were always giggly with him, always receptive. you made him want to be sweet and kind and warm, made him want to take care of you, whether you need it or not. so what if when he got the chance he was a little affectionate? aren’t all good father figures? bear hugs and reassuring squeezes, kisses on cheeks, that’s nothing! he loves your mother, she has her charms in her own little way.

but he would be lying if he hadn’t thought about it, the big it he couldn’t get over. he thought about what you would feel like, what those ever-glossed lips would feel like pressing against his skin. wrapped around his cock. he imagined those big doe eyes watering for him, choking on his cock, or, an even more dangerous thought, whimpering at the stretch in your tight young pussy. the thought of you and your insides plagued him, but he had managed to convince himself it was nothing. that he loved your mother really, and maybe it more of a compliment to her, since you look so alike.

but now, that has all gone out of the window.

how couldn’t it? now that he knew, knew with 100% certainty that your body was just as he had imagined, what could he do? cock aching with want, he sighed for the tenth time in 20 minutes and distractedly chopped potatoes. now he knew your tits were just as jiggly as he imagined, knew how soft you really were, knew you didn’t shave. he knew how sweet your little bush looked, so natural and untouched. he wondered if you’d ever been touched by a man before, but he shook the idea from his head.

he was a bad, bad man. but that didn’t mean he could stop these thoughts.

armin hears his phone ping on the kitchen counter, and takes it in shaking hands. he reads your message, stepping away from the cutting board and rubbing his forehead. what a sweet girl, he thinks. before he can stop thinking, he thinks more. what it would be like to bend your soft body to his will, to feel the undoubtably tight grip of your wet hole. would you still be his sweet girl then? he replies:

no worries at all, i should have made my presence known xx

he sends it with an eleventh sigh, and distractedly returns to his cooking.

in your bedroom, your heart pounds as you see the notification of his text.

oh.

why are you disappointed?

no really, why?

he was sweet and generous and lovely as usual, what were you disappointed about?

a dark cloud forms in your belly, and you know why. it’s because he didn’t reply to the last part of your message. the part you wanted him to reply to the very most. you wanted him to, at the very least, reply to it, acknowledge the absurdity of him being scarred by a body like yours. it’s self deprecating, it demands a rebuttal.

you react with a heart to his message and turn off your phone with a sigh.

maybe he really doesn’t want you, maybe it has been all in your head. it’s a possibility, you suppose. how awful are you, thinking about your mothers boyfriend like this? you’re terrible, a horrible girl. she’s happy. shes happy with him, and after everything with your father, that’s what you want for her.

that was it then. you really would never have him. that was it. forget about it. now.

but he isn’t forgetting about, not at all. he’s still staring at where you liked the message, allowing the water he was boiling to spill over before he turns down the heat. he can’t forget now. how is he doing to cope? two months of you, how was he going to keep this under wraps? even now, he feels tense knowing you’re upstairs, in nothing more than a towel. he knows the smell of your body wash, your conditioner, he knows exactly what your skin would taste like. he knows what your nipples look like, can imagine how it would feel to squeeze your doughy breast.

he feels desperate, clawing out for something he doesn’t understand. he doesn’t want to stop talking to you. he knows he needs to. he has to leave you alone as much as he can, for the sake of these two months. but he doesn’t want to.

so, serval minutes after his first message, he messages you again.

your butterflies swarm your stomach and you suppress a squeal in case he might hear you as your phone lights up again.

you open it immediately, far past caring what it says that you were so quick to read it. the message reads:

and trust me, i’m far from scarred xx

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a/n: i will make a part 2 asap but i need to get this out in the world or i’ll die. reblog if you enjoyed!!

#aot armin #armin smut #armin x reader #attack on titan armin #armin arlert #armin aot #armin arlet x reader #armin arlet smut #aot armin smut #armin x y/n #armin x reader smut #stepdad!armin #aot smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #tw stepcest #tw age gap

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eddies-whoreee · 1 year

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Eddie is a sneaky bastard, and a perv. With a HUGE corruption kink.

It started with subtle touches. His hands brushing against your waist as he walks past you. Whenever your reaching for something in the cabinet he pushes up against you reaching over you. He loved seeing your cheeks flush red and you avoiding eye contact. He also loves teasing you. “Aww what’s wrong baby?” He’ll ask while giving your cheek a pinch.

Then he worked his way to not so subtle touches. He convinced you that him slapping and grabbing your ass was a normal thing guys do to their girl best friends. It’s not like you knew any better. Also let’s not forget that he makes it his mission to pick you up from cheer practice and take you to his place to chill. It’s the easiest opportunity to get a peek under your skirt. He’ll ‘drop his keys’ or open the door for you when in reality he’s looking up your skirt. He loves the winter, gives him a reason to cuddle up next you. Rubbing his hard-on against your ass. He likes to feel you up. One time he accidentally got to rough and squeezed your boob too tight. Making you wince, “oh I’m sorry bunny. I didn’t mean to be so rough” he coos at you. In all reality he just wants to pound into you and slap you around making you cry his name.

As your friendship went on he’s gotten you to do more things. Like he’s convinced you that it’s okay to sleep in just your panties and one of his shirts right next to him while he only wears boxers. Because, like he says, “it’s summer princess the less clothes the better.” Or he told you that giving you butt massages isn’t naughty if he’s doing it to help relax your muscles for cheer. You read a lot so when you are at his house and are reading a new book you got he loves to lay his head on your bare stomach. When he decides you need to give him more attention he’ll either leave wet kisses on your waist or give it small bites. “Teddy! That tickles” you giggle. “Give me attention” he whines. “Okay, I’m all yours” you say putting down your book.

But this was his final move. It would be a gateway for other activities. You were sat on his bed on your knees. “Baby, I need help” he says. “Okay, what do you need help with” you ask with a sweet smile. “You see this?” He question before removing the blanket showing you his hard-on that was very much evident through his gray sweatpants. You were oblivious to say the least but you knew,from your mom. That you’re not supposed to touch boys down there. But Eddie was your best friend is not like he would hurt you. He only wanted the best for you. You slowly nodded eyes glued to his dick. “Hurts so bad, every since you got here wearing that short skirt.” He says. “I made it hurt?” You ask softly. He nods, “I-I’m sorry teddy, didn’t mean to” you speak, feeling guilty. “It’s okay, do you think you could help me not hurt. Give it some kisses” he states rubbing your thigh. You eyes slightly widened. “I’m not supposed to touch boys down there” you hesitated even though the thought made your mouth water. “That’s for mean and yucky boys, but I’m your best friend. Plus I can make you feel good too” he says tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Give it kisses?” You ask, he nods. “O-okay” you give in. He smiles victoriously, “get on your knees princess” he tells you, you do as he says. You are now on the floor, on your knees while Eddie is undoing the tie on his sweatpants. He takes his leaking cock out, “it’s big” you mumble, eyes fixated on his cock adoringly. Like it’s your lifeline. He chuckles, “I’ve been told” he jokes. You wrap your hand around his cock gently, making him suck on a breath at the feeling of your soft skin on his dick, way better that when he’s fucking his own fist. You give the tip a wet kiss. Making him whimper, “fuck bunny, a few more” he says breathlessly. You kiss all the way down to the base. “Oh god baby, I need more. Open your pretty mouth for me” he states petting the back of your head. You do as he says, he taps the tip on your tongue. “Just like that” he moans, wrapping his hand around your and pumping his cock. “Fuck! Bunny m’gonna-” before he can finish his sentence his cum squirts all over your face. Making you squeal. “Shit! I’m sorry baby, didn’t mean to-” he goes to apologize but is cut off by your giggles. “More! Want more please” you squeak wiping the cum off your cheeks sucking it off your fingers. He was mesmerized, he had officially corrupted you. “Gimme a second bunny” he tells you catching his breath. You huff impatiently, laying your head on his thigh looking at him with your pretty doe eyes. He felt his cock twitching and going hard again. “You’re so pretty baby” he coos.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson fics #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson hcs #corruption kink

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writeandsurvive · 7 months

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Author's note: just a little Gibbs idea I've had in mind. Maybe I'll get back to writing for him more... :) maybe it's because I'm binging NCIS from the beginning again. I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, hope I did well. Also, it's not proofread and I'm not a native English speaker.

Summary: you're babysitting your brother's twins by yourself and ends up calling for help.

Warnings: age gap, I guess?, talk of near death experience, taking care of babies, reader not wanting kids, siblings banter

Babysitting ~ Leroy Jethro Gibbs

"Are you sure you're up for this?"

"Seriously? It's the fourth time you're asking. We're gonna be just fine!" You reassured your brother, as you're sitting on the play mat your ten months old nephew and niece. If you were completely honest, you were a bit anxious about babysitting the twins all by yourself as it was the first time. But you couldn't let your brother know that, as he was already struggling to leave.

"All you have to do is feed them, change their diapers at some point and put them to bed." He got down to pick up his daughter, finally saying goodbye.

"I promise they will be alive and in one piece when you come back. Hopefully, tomorrow morning." You grinned at him before grabbing your nephew and gentle holding him on his feet. "Now go daddy, have fun." You said with a baby voice, like it was your little dude saying it. After one more kiss to his girl, he put her down and did the same with his son.

"It's just a work thing." He told you for the umpteenth time.

"Yeah, but the beautiful single mom from your office will be there."

"She left just a month ago. I'm so not ready to jump into anything." He couldn't bring himself to say the name of his wife and mother of his children. One day, she just decided that being a mom and a wife wasn't for her and she took off. Which is why you were babysitting that night.

"Don't jump into anything, just jump on her."

"On those elegant words, I'm out. Bye babies, I love you!" He sent them kisses as he was walking towards the door. "What are you doing?" He asked when he noticed you were following.

"Going to a party of course!"

"Don't leave them out of your sight! Even for one second!" He scolded.

"They are on their mat, playing!"

"And your niece is starting to crawl!"

"Just leave and bang someone."

"And you wonder why you're still single..."

He finally left but not without holding his shoulder after you punched him.

"Okay babies! We can do this, right?"

Turned out, you couldn't. Or at least, it wasn't going as smoothly as you thought it would. Shortly after your brother left, your niece started to cry her heart out, wondering why daddy wasn't there, for sure. Then, your nephew decided that he wasn't going to eat. The food didn't seem yucky to you but it was to him, and he thought throwing around and at you was funny. So did your niece. By this time, your brother had already texted you twice and you obviously lied. The little boy being covered in soft food, you decided to give them both a bath, hoping it'd tired them a bit. But they both were very much against the baby shower gel, and your niece pooped in the tub. Which made everyone almost throw up.

After a (very) long struggle, they were finally in their PJs, clean and ready for bed. You thought a break was coming, but your niece had a meltdown. Which caused your nephew to have one too. You didn't know what was wrong, you tried everything you could to calm them both but nothing was working. You contemplated calling your brother several times, but it was his first night out since she left and you didn't want to ruin it for him. After over an hour of struggle, you did call someone.

"Gibbs," he answered.

"How much do you love me?" You immediately asked over the crying. You barely heard him chuckle.

"I'm on my way."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I owe you one!"

You didn't know how long it took your team leader to show up at your brother's house. But somehow, as you were trying to soothe the twins on your brother's bed, you felt a presence behind you. "How did you get in? You know what, I don't care. Help me, please, I don't know what to do."

Whether or not the twins noticed that there was someone else in the room, they weren't stopping. Gibbs got closer to you, look down at the twins. "First, you're gonna take a deep breath."

"They are crying bloody murder!" You exclaimed.

"The more frustrated and anxious you get, the more they'll cry." You felt his hand on your shoulder and his gentle squeeze. You closed your eyes, tried to block the noises and took a deep breath.

"Now, are they fed? Changed?"

You wanted to give him a snarky comment as you always do, but didn't have the patience for it. So you just said yes.

He grabbed your niece into his arms, "Grab this little guy and do what I'm doing." You followed his instructions. Holding and bouncing your little man a certain way. After the eventful evening, you almost missed how incredible Gibbs looked with a baby in his arms, how gentle and soft he was. Such a natural. You nearly stopped everything when you heard him starting to sing a lullaby. It was quiet and you could barely hear him above the crying. That's when you realized that only your nephew was still crying. "You stopped." He warned you. "Don't get frustrated, hon. Sing to him."

You took another deep breath and did as told. Slowly, your nephew was calming down. It was magic.

"Lead the way to their bedroom." He whispered.

He put down in the little girl in her crib, and helped you putting down the baby boy, as he noticed you were too scared of waking him up. You stayed there for a moment, silently looking down at them, Gibbs right next to you.

"It's official, I do not want kids."

Gibbs chuckled and slid his hand in the back of your neck, bringing you to him so he could kiss your hair. You took the opportunity to go for a hug and he gently returned it. It suddenly became much easier to breathe.

"Is the baby monitor on?"

You checked, and grabbed the part you were supposed to keep with you.

"I need to change." You said after leaving the bedroom.

"You can take a shower."

"Do I look that bad?"

"You look like you need to relax."

"True. Will you be there when I get out?"

"Yes, give me the monitor." You did and felt shivers all over your body as his long fingers brushed against yours.

"Grab anything you want from the fridge. I'll be quick."

"No rush."

It was one of the most amazing shower you've ever had.

You knew you didn't want to have children most of your adult life, but it just got confirmed. You didn't want this to be your daily life. You loved kids, and you loved the twins more than anything in the world, but you didn't need one of your own.

When you reached the kitchen, it was sparkling clean. The big mess from dinner was gone. The toys were put away. Gibbs had his back turned to you as he was doing the dishes. "I don't know if I want to scold you or kiss you." You regretted the last words as soon as they got out.

Gibbs looked at you over his shoulder with a smile. "You're welcome."

"Seriously, you didn't have to!"

"No problem! You accepted to babysit twins after the crappy days we've had at work."

"Yeah," you sighed, remembering the awful case the team dealt with and only closed a few hours ago.

"How you feeling?" He asked, turning off the water and drying off his hands.

"How you feeling?" You retorted, earning a shy smirk from Gibbs.

"I'm fine." He reassured you, or at least, tried.

You got closer to him, grabbing the hand towel for him to put it away, and locked eyes with this man you've been in love with for a very long time. "You almost got killed, Gibbs." You said barely above a whisper.

"It comes with the job." He just said.

"Doesn't make it okay when it's such a close call." You could see the scene again. The bullet rushing so close to his head. A few centimeters to the left and Gibbs wouldn't be anymore. That thought hurt. It scared you more than anything else. And you couldn't control the tears forming in your eyes.

"I'm okay." He said one more time, knowing that you needed to hear it. So did he.

You felt his arms slowly wrapping around you, and before you knew it, your face was buried in his neck, as you inhaled his unique scent deeply. You held onto him tightly. "I can't lose you. Not you. Ever."

But you would, one day. Him being older than you, you knew that and Gibbs definitely knew it too. Which is why he never acted on his attraction and feelings for you. He knew you were feeling the same, he knew you were in love with him - even though he couldn't understand why or how. He could easily have given in, and enjoy whatever moments with you. But he refused. He couldn't do that to you, nor to himself. Everyday in this job, he could lose you too. That bullet could've been for you and not miss. Losing Shannon - and Kelly - was the hardest thing he's ever had to go through, and he couldn't bare the idea of losing another partner, especially you.

Which was why he tried to get you to leave NCIS several in the past few years. At first, it was pointing out how this job sucks - he loves it but he's a bit of masochist -, how you'd be better off doing something safe. Then it was introducing you to someone who had move on from this job and never felt better. And lately, it was asking Vance to find you a desk job you would actually enjoy. But nothing worked. You were still there, by his side, in harm's way.

Would it hurt to give in just this once? He wondered as he felt you clutching onto him. You fitted so perfectly in his arms, you smelled so good. You were showing your vulnerability, which you rarely do, with anyone and Gibbs found it very appealing.

He was looking down at you, you were looking up. He could lean in a few inches and his lips would reach yours. He started to, very slowly. But before it happened, your phone went off. You rushed to it, not to answer but mostly to shut it down, after it would wake up the twins, despite them being upstairs.

"Seriously!" You said after picking up.

"Just wanted to check in. Are they safely in bed?" You rolled your eyes.

"Of course not, I told you we were having a party. Can't you hear the music? Do they prefer scotch or bourbon?" You saw Gibbs smiling.

"You suck."

"So do you. Go back, and enjoy your night out, idiot."

"Hey, wait. Are you--sure it's not too soon for me?"

"She left, bro. Screw her. Whether it's a one time thing or more, as long as you're happy with it, just go for it. You deserve some fun."

"Says you, who can't move on from her boss, even though nothing ever happened. I mean, I tried to introduce you to some nice pe--" you hung up before he could finish. You knew Gibbs hear the entire thing.

"I'm, uh, gonna check on the twins."

But he held you back. "They are fine." He whispered.

"You already knew, didn't you?" You could look into his magnificent blue eyes. "That's why you've been trying to get rid of me?"

He sighed and brought you closer. His nose in your hair, his lips against your forehead. "I can't lose you either." He whispered, returning the vulnerability you showed earlier.

Hearing those words, you didn't think twice. You lifted your head up and crashed your lips on his. Gibbs didn't have the strength nor will to fight it. He intensified the kiss quickly, backing you up against the wall, where it happened for the very first time.

First of many.

#ncis #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #ncis x reader #gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs #gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs imagine #jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs imagine #gibbs fanfic

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nejiverse · 1 year

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OH OH I HAVE SOME IDEA TO SHARE I hope ya don't mind this FLUFFINESS

How would think Aki react when their baby starting to kick around inside Reader's tummy?🥺😩💖👉👈

- Leafy 🍃

THEIR LITTLE ONE

[Hayakawa Family Series]

yes!! i love this idea so damn much, aki’s absolutely adorable here😌

cw: none

700ish words

Y/n hated mornings, for the sole reason that she felt even more yucky and groggy than before she was pregnant.

So when Aki decided to wake up his lovely wife, all he got was a bunch of barbaric grumbles....a cold sweat ran down the side of his face in slight fear.

"C'mon, we have a doctor's appointment today", he uttered softly, leaning down at the side of the bed and gently tucking strands of her hair behind her ear and out of her face. He wanted better access to her pretty features.

"In..a minute", she slurred out.

Aki rolled his eyes with a huff. "You said that the last 8 times".

"A minute..", she repeated, averting her head that was once facing Aki into her pillow.

"I guess the hot bath I prepared for you is gonna go to waste, what a shame", Aki sighed and stood straight up again, peeking through his peripheral vision to see if his comment had gotten any reaction out of her.

"Nice try—".

"Correction, hot bath with bubbles", he added which made the woman peek an eye out from the pillow.

Aki had a smug look on his face, making Y/n chuckle to herself. He was very much exploiting her love for foamy baths.

"Fine..", she playfully rolled her eyes and extended her arms out to him. "But help me up first".

He did as she said and kept a hand around her wrist, leading her to the bathroom.

Y/n brushed her teeth, her lids barely able to stay open. Aki came up behind her and snaked his arms around her body to support her tired and wobbly figure, admiring how she completely melted into his touch.

One thing Y/n needed to give Aki more credit for was that he always knew what to do depending on her mood, and the fact that he remembered back hugs were her favourite in the mornings made her really really happy.

Once Aki helped her into the bath, he went out to get a towel (he forgot to bring it in).

He decided to clean up around before heading back to his wife, it'd only take a few minutes. It really irked him when things weren't where they were supposed to and untidy.

Quickly, the apartment was spick and span. The last thing he had to do was vacuum a bit—

"AKI COME QUICK!".

The sudden shout of his name made the man's shoulders jerk up as he made haste to the bathroom, his brain only assuming the worst.

Aki abruptly opened the door, gasping for air as he was met with a smiling Y/n who gestured for him to come closer.

“You gave me a heart attack”, he sighed, shaking his head as he approached her.

Y/n smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I got excited..but gimme your hand!”.

It was an odd request but nonetheless he did so.

He crouched down next to the tub and the woman placed his outstretched hand onto her protruding stomach that was slightly submerged in the water.

“She’s kicking!”, Y/n exclaimed.

Once Aki felt little kicks against his palm, his pupils visibly dilated as the feeling felt so foreign to him. To say the least, he was simply in awe. He never knew such a thing could happen during pregnancy and it made him feel as though he was physically touching his little girl.

“Does…does it hurt?”, Aki inquired.

Y/n shook her head. “It just a bit ticklish, that’s all”, it merely felt like a flutter against her belly. “For now that is”, she frowned. As she got bigger she’d start throwing harder kicks.

A sweet smile tugged at the sides of Aki’s lips as he placed a kiss right on the spot she was kicking.

“I can’t wait to finally meet you”, he spoke under his breath.

Hayakawa family series masterlist :)

A/N: Aki is the loml in case ya’ll didn’t know 🤭

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wndaswife · 1 year

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little princess | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

A whole day of being nothing but mommy's special girl.

Word count: 2106

Tags: fluff, some slightly suggestive dialogue, age regression, mdlg, mommy!wanda maximoff, little!reader

The yellow-white sun gleams against the sleeping bodies of you and Wanda when the cracked-open window blows its summer breeze through the sheer bedroom curtains. Gentle sunlight settles against your dozing face and you rouse and squeeze your eyes shut, raising your hand to your face to block out the sun.

Wanda wakes at the feeling of you shifting in her arms and she turns onto her side and wraps her arm around you securely, kissing your forehead and the top of your head repeatedly in her drowsy state.

“Mama…” you mutter against her shoulder and Wanda giggles into your soft hair, her hand raising to the side of your head and cradling you closer so she could kiss down your temple to your cheek and then to your lips.

Her fingers run down to your chin and she tilts your head up to watch your sleepy face awaken. “Good morning, my sweet girl,” she greets with a gentle smile, her very voice filled with the pleasure and pride of being able to have you wake up in her arms.

You lift yourself from the bed high enough to wrap your arms around her neck and hug her against you. Your nose rubs against the warm crook of her neck and your lips graze against her soft skin, trying to take her in in any way you can.

Her hand moves around to the back of your head and she ducks her head down to kiss your bare shoulder. “Are you excited for today, angel?” she asks.

You quickly nod and hug her tighter. “I get to have mommy all to myself,” you say.

“Baby, you always have me all to yourself.”

“But sometimes work has you better.”

It’s a slightly misstructured sentence, but Wanda understands. She always understands. “Oh, I know,” she whispers. She pulls away and cradles the side of your face with her hand, her thumb rubbing against your cheekbone. “I know it gets hard when mommy’s away, but I’m always yours, honey.”

Your eyes gleam happily and Wanda smiles.

“But today…” she says with a large smile, moving her hands down to your hips and carefully helping you sit up and straddle her as she moves onto her back. “Today is a special day.”

Her hands run up your sides and her smile widens when you giggle at the way her fingers tickle you until they run down your arms and reach your hands. She holds your hands and squeezes them.

“Do you know why it’s such a special day, bunny?” she asks, moving your hands from side to side.

“Because it’s mommy’s day off! No work!” you exclaim, bouncing happily on top of her.

Wanda sits up and wraps her arms around your shoulders before laying back down and bringing you down with her, peppering kisses against your face and your neck, making you laugh as she grinned against you.

“Mommy’s day off!” you cheer repetitively between giggles.

“That’s right, baby,” she concedes, then lays her head down onto the pillow to look up at you but not before you give her a kiss. “Now, be honest with mommy. Do you want yummy green vegetables for breakfast? Or yucky chocolate chip pancakes?”

You make a face that makes Wanda laugh before you protest, “No, I don’t want vegetables, mama. I want pancakes.”

Wanda puts on a curious expression. “Really?” she teases, to which you nod insistently. “No, I think my sweet baby wants vegetables.”

“No!” you argue then squeeze her shoulders with your hands and lay your head against her chest. “Please, I want pancake.”

Your pleading makes Wanda laugh and she hugs her arms around you as she sits back up. She kisses the side of your head and you lift your gaze to meet her eyes. “Okay,” she says. “Pancakes for my little girl.”

The whole way down to the kitchen, you cheer and babble on about how excited you are for pancakes, clinging onto mommy’s body with your arms around her waist while she hugs you close.

You sit at the dining table patiently while mommy puts together the things for breakfast. Then she turns and asks, “Will you come help mama cook the pancakes, honey? You can decorate them and I’ll do the flipping.”

Wanda has her arms wrapped around your body, her chin resting on your shoulder while you decorate the pancakes with messy shapes, some of them made of chocolate chips, blueberries, or other toppings and fruits, while mommy cooks the pancakes and flips them. She says working on the stove without her help is dangerous for little girls like you.

Anyways, you likes it more when she hugs you from behind, telling you what pretty patterns you’ve made on the pancakes instead of cooking all on your own.

For breakfast, you sit on Wanda’s lap swinging your legs happily while she feeds you the syrup-drizzled pancakes. She cleans your mouth with a napkin once you’re finished eating and you hug mommy around the shoulders while she eats her breakfast, still sitting on her lap while the two of you talk about how you’ll spend the rest of the day together.

You help clean up a little when breakfast is done, putting away the fruits and pancake toppings while mommy does the dishes.

After you finish helping clean up, you ask hastily in a quick spurt of words that are barely distinguishable from one another, “Mommy-where-are-the-crayons?”

But mommy always understands.

“I think they’re under the coffee table in the living room, honey,” she replies while she’s washing one of the glasses you used.

You come back to the kitchen a few minutes later while Wanda’s now wiping down the counters, and you show her the sheet of paper you’d been working on while she was cleaning. “Drawed it,” you say simply, tipping your head up in pride as you show her your drawing.

Wanda puts the paper towel down and turns to you, immediately cooing out an adoring, “Oh, princess!”

You hand your colouring sheet to her and she takes it with both hands. She looks over your drawing with so much reverence in her pretty green eyes. “Is this you?” she asks, pointing to a drawing of a stick figure with bunny ears.

“Yep! And that’s mommy,” you say, then point to a slightly taller stick figure with pretty hair and a happy smile.

Pointing to a drawing of what looks like a kind of animal, she asks, “And what’s this here?”

“Giraffe.”

“With an elephant trunk?”

With a happy nod, you reply, “Mhm!”

“This is very, very sweet, bunny,” she says in a gentle tone that makes you stand straight, feeling all proud to be mama’s creative little baby. “This should go on the fridge. Right up on the fridge where everyone can see how talented and sweet my baby is.” She looks through a drawer in the living room then comes back to the kitchen with a magnet.

You watch happily as she puts it up on the fridge with a magnet shaped like a little blue bunny. Then you hug mommy around the waist and kiss her cheek.

“My talented little girl,” she coos then turns to cup your face with both hands. “So sweet for you to draw mommy such a pretty picture. Should I braid your hair as a treat? Would you like that?”

“Yes, please!” you answer, your smile widening when Wanda presses a kiss to your forehead.

In the living room you sit on Wanda’s lap while she braids your hair, one of your favourite cartoons playing on the television. She has to tell you to sit still a few times, but you can’t help how excited you feel.

You feel so happy and warm, your mind filled with sparkles and all things warm and soft, and you’re so happy to be spending mommy’s day off with her and having such a yummy breakfast and drawing a picture mommy loved. Now you’re watching a cartoon and eating some of the chocolate chips you used for the pancakes while mommy’s braiding your hair while telling you what a pretty and obedient girl you are.

Everything just feels so good and safe.

When she’s finished, she takes a few photos of your hair and shows it to you. “Okay, bunny, look,” Wanda says then wraps an arm around your tummy and has you lean back against her. She lifts her phone and shows you the pictures she took.

You gasp and lean forward. “Mommy, that looks so pretty!” you say. You turn in her lap, making Wanda giggle because of how you have to wiggle around to eventually get your knees on either side of her thighs and hug her. “Thank you!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispers, setting her phone down to embrace you. Her hand rubs your back soothingly. “You’re welcome. I was happy to do it for you.”

The two of you cuddle with each other for a few moments before Wanda says, “Let’s take a picture together with your pretty hair, princess. Sit just like that.”

You nod and lay your head on mama’s chest while still sitting on her lap, turning so you were showing your face to the camera. Wanda lifts her phone and angles it so she can get your braids in the picture. She kisses the top of your head and you smile widely before she takes the photo.

It makes you all happy when you watch her set the photo to her phone’s lockscreen.

“Mommy wants to dress this pretty little body up,” she says, tilting her head down to see you flush at her words while her hands squeezed your sides softly.

“Mama…” you mutter bashfully and bury your face in her chest.

She kisses your forehead. “I can dress you up in that pretty dress you like, honey. The pink one with the frills.”

You lift your head, perking up at the mention of the dress. “Really, mommy?” you ask with wide eyes.

“Of course,” she replies. “I can take pretty pictures of my beautiful princess and her cute little braids.” She loops a braid around her finger playfully.

You dart up from her lap and scramble to your feet to which Wanda tells you to be careful. You turn back and help mama up by tugging at her hand, and you lead her upstairs to your playroom.

For the next little while, you try on a bunch of mama’s expensive jewellery and your pretty dresses covered in lace and frills and sparkles. You twirl around and pose while Wanda giggles at you, taking pictures of her little girl all proud and dressed-up.

When you’re about to take off your pretend tiara and mommy’s jewellery, Wanda holds you to her chest after putting her phone down. “My pretty little princess,” she whispers against the top of your head. “I love you.”

“I love you too, mommy. More than anything in the whole world.”

You close your eyes, feeling so happy and warm being hers. She takes your hands and wraps your arms around her waist. Her hands return to your back and she begins to sway softly.

After a moment, the two of you are dancing in the middle of your playroom amongst all the dresses and stuffies you posed with earlier, the room becoming a grand ballroom just for the two of you.

Your head rests on Wanda’s chest while she hums a soft tune, your eyes closed as she plays with the ends of your hair. You raise your head from her chest and tip your head up, allowing mommy to kiss your lips. Then, with her thumb rubbing against your chin, she kisses your cheeks and up the bridge of your nose, your temples, your forehead, everywhere, and even your ears, which makes you giggle.

“Let me help you get changed, sweet girl,” she whispers, then carefully takes your earrings off while you continue to cling to her. She gets you out of the dress and changes you into your pajamas, a pink and blue set with little cats on them.

Mommy holds your hand while you follow her downstairs to watch a movie together. She says it’s your turn to pick, even though she knows you’ve picked the movie the last two times.

Even if you weren’t dressed up like one, being in mama’s arms always made you feel like a real princess; you didn’t need the braids or the pampering or the dresses although you love them too.

All you would ever really need is Wanda.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #elizabeth olsen

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jarofstyles · 5 months

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Deception and Dive Bars- Verboten

Don't yell at me I promise we are getting into the good stuff <3 bff dadrry is back!

Patreon- the next 3 parts are up there and will be here in the coming weeks!

Warnings- angst, uncomfy talk, hint of slut shaming, jealousrry

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Y/N knew something was wrong.

She’d had a tummy ache the entire night. She knew she didn’t want to be out, she knew all she had wanted was to be at Harry’s House, snuggled in his bed where he would warn her not to get cookie crumbs in his sheets with a stern look over his glasses before he would steal a bite from her hand. That had been the original plan until she had been backed into a corner by none other than Lia herself.

She had meant well. Y/N knew she did. She had wanted to help out, make Y/N happy and step out of her comfort zone, but it had been miserable. Setting her up for a date with one of her girlfriend’s friends had been a disaster, but she had no excuse she could tell her to say no.

They’d done out as a double date and Y/N had checked her phone the whole time, but he hadn’t texted her back. That ache in her stomach had traveled to her head, a pounding headache sprouting at her temples from the loud bar music and the guy who had been trying desperately to impress her the entire night.

There was nothing wrong with Micheal. He was a really nice guy, he made decent money, he had good conversation skill and he wasn’t bad looking- but he wasn’t Harry. He didn’t have those green eyes and raspberry pink mouth and the 5 o’clock shadow, he didn’t wear the right rings or have the accented voice, he didn’t had that curl that hung over his forehead and the long fingers what reached out to adjust or touch her. It wasn’t him- it was the fact he wasn’t the man Y/N was craving.

When Lia had informed her of this date, she had tried to decline and say she didn’t want to but she had been guilted. Saying that she should give him a chance, that fuck buddies weren’t forever and that she wanted to see her happy. That nasty, molding seed of guilt she had been carrying in her stomach had grown to fill the entirety of her abdomen. What was she supposed to say? She did have a man she could see a future with, a man who made her happy and fulfilled her in every way possible, but he just so happened to be her father? She would kill her.

Y/N knew she and Harry weren’t officially dating, there was no label, and yet she felt like she was cheating. She felt horrid and yucky and she dodged Micheal’s touch the entire night, every brush of their knees making her mind stray to Harry. Their canceled documentary night. How she had a feeling he had bought her favorite popcorn and candy and set it up in the den with the plethora of fuzzy blankets. That had been her ideal night that she said she had to reschedule because she got called into work.

It wasn’t something she wanted to do. This date, lying to Harry, missing out on precious time with him, lying to Lia, but she felt stuck. She couldn’t tell Harry because she was scared. Terrified that he would wake up and see that maybe she was too young and too naive and new to life, that he was wasting his expertise on her. It struck fear into her every time she thought about it. What was she offering him besides good sex?? What did he see in her? The girl knew she was worth a lot, that she was funny and pretty and witty but was that enough to keep a man like Harry happy for a long time? She really didn’t know.

He didn’t answer her texts, though, and she was scared. Why hadn’t he answered? What was he doing? Y/N felt like she was on autopilot as she followed an oblivious Lia into the bathroom, blinking a few times as she felt hands on her shoulders.

“So? What do we think?” Lia’s expectant green eyes looked at her, obviously wanting some sort of status report. “He’s cute, right?” Bouncing on the tips of her feet, she was a tiny bit tipsy and it showed. She was overly excitable with alcohol.

“Yeah.” Y/N attempted a smile. “He’s alright. I’m just not… feeling it, I don’t know.” Her eyes cast down, not wanting to hurt her feelings but also knowing she had to be showing some sort of hesitation in this. “It’s not that there’s anything wrong with him. He’s really nice but I just don’t think he’s the one for me, Lia.”

“Come on, Y/N. He’s totally your type! He’s a bit older than us too.” She wiggled her brows, trying to entice her friend. “Listen, don’t discount him too much. It’s a first meeting. I know it can be hard, but trust me. He even has Dad’s seal of approval!”

Y/N’s head snapped up so quickly she was surprised she didn’t break her neck. “What? What do you mean?” Her heart started to climb into her throat as Lia continued on, as if it was a good thing. In Lia’s eyes, it was.

“Yeah! I had lunch with him today because he kept complaining about missing me, you know how he is. So we were eating and he asked what I was up to tonight and I told him we were going on a double date! He was kinda weird and asked about who you were going to see, so I told him he’d met Micheal before and showed a photo. He said he was a very nice guy and he’d be lucky to date you.” She hummed. “Isn’t it so cute? He’s so protective of both of us.”

Y/N was going to vomit. She felt the stinging in the back of her eyes. Harry knew, he knew and he was ignoring her and she was going to lose him altogether because she didn’t have a backbone. “D-Did he say anything else?” She croaked, blinking at her friend who twisted her lips and shook her head.

“No, he said that the food wasn’t agreeing with him and he needed to go home. He left me money for the bill and booked it out of there. I think he got food poisoning.” Her nose scrunched in disgust. “But enough about my dad. We need to go on back there and build this up. I promise Micheal’s a great guy. I wouldn’t set you up with someone I didn’t think would be good.”

Y/N could barely hear her. Her body felt cold and prickly, though the contradictory heat in her face was enough to let her know she wasn’t frozen solid. She had fucked up. Fucked up majorly. He had left lunch after he found out Y/N was going on a date. He had to think very badly of the situation and Y/N couldn’t blame him. She would too. Why couldn’t she have just told him? Why did she have to be such a baby and afraid of her own feelings? Harry was one of the most understanding people she’d ever met in her life. There was no way he would be angry at her if she had just explained the situation before- but now? Now he had every right to tell her to fuck off. She wanted to fix this- needed to fix this.

“Lia, I’m feeling a little sick too. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I need to go home, I keep feeling like I’m going to vomit.” She wasn’t lying. The rolling in her stomach from despair and nerves was real. “I’m just going to drive home. I didn’t drink. Tell him I said thanks and what's going on.”

“Are you sure? I can drive you-” Lia babbled, looking sad for her friend without realizing she was indeed tipsy herself. She just didn’t want to leave Y/N sick and by herself. “I’ve got tums in my purse-” Digging through it, she tried to find the mini bottle she kept around.

“Thank you, babe, but you’re tipsy and you need those more than me. I’ll stop by the pharmacy on my way home. Just go have fun.” She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “I’ll text you later.”

She couldn’t stop the bubbled sob as she got behind the wheel of her car, slamming her hand against the steering wheel. Damn it. Damn it! She had been so hesitant, her gut told her not to do it and now she had potentially messed up the best thing she had going for her. This feeling was tearing her up, knowing that Harry probably thought this was something she willingly agreed to. Sitting home, disappointed and sad. He was a grown man, yes, but he had such tender emotions that Y/N knew were easy to hurt. She’d seen beyond the glass.

Tearing into gear, she made her way to his house, hopeful he would listen.

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Perhaps it wasn’t the best move to use the key he had given her to get into the house when he had been actively avoiding her all day, but she was terrified that he wouldn’t let her in. That he would shut the door on her face and not give her a chance to explain.

Toeing her shoes off, she sniffled as she placed her bag down and padded into the house. It was mostly silent, the lights dim as she walked into the hall. “H-Harry?” Her weak voice called out, hands shaking slightly as she saw the brightest light being the kitchen. The water was running. She could hear it as she got closer, the clink of glasses and the steady stream coming from the faucet.

His back was stiff, tenseness visible on his broad shoulders as he continued to wash the dishes in the sink. He’d heard her, but didn’t reply. Stepping further into the room, she sniffed again before saying his name, making him pause his movements for a second. If she’d blinked, it would have been missed.

“Thought you were working.” His voice was calm, but echoed with hollowness. He didn’t turn to look at her, but he didn’t yell. Somehow, this felt worse.

“I-I know Lia told you.” The whisper was weak, her eyes going to her feet. She stood behind the counter, keeping quiet as she waited for him to reply. It felt like she was going to be scolded and she hated it. She hated that Harry was upset and she had been the cause.

“Oh, that?” A humorless laugh left his lips as he clenched his marbled jaw, looking down at the clean dish he continued to wash. “Yeah, that definitely was a shock. Wasn’t sure which lie you were going t’go with.” The bitterness tasted foul even on his own tongue, but he couldn’t help it. The betrayal bled from his heart, unsure where he had missed the signs.

“H-Harry.” She croaked. “I didn’t want to lie to you. I promise. I just-” She was cut off as the water shut off, hands dried by the dishtowel next to him. He turned around to face her, and she suddenly wished he had continued in the sink. The look on his face would haunt her, she was sure of it.

His jaw was tight, lips thin and eyes puffy. Paler than usual, he looked… he looked awful. She didn’t want to assume it was because of her, but the reaction was making it clear that she was to blame.

“You what, Y/N?” He asked tightly. Her heart sank as she was referred to by name. No baby, no pet, no sweetheart, no love, just her name. “What could you possibly say that’s an appropriate excuse for lying?” His eyes bore into her, irritation coating his words as he spoke next. “Can you look me in the eye when you’re trying to lie to me again?”

It stung. It hurt in her stomach, she felt almost ill when she met his eyes and saw the coldness. The guard was back up. No more softness, no more warmth that blossomed in his features when she propped herself up in front of him. Like she was a stranger. “No! No, I’m not trying to lie.” She squeaked, irritated with herself for feeling so defenseless. “I just didn’t want you to think that I didn’t want to come over. That I wanted to go out over spending time with you-”

“Well, you didn’t seem that upset earlier. Saw those photos Lia posted. Looked really cozy with that guy.” The words felt caustic, tearing up her stomach as his gaze matched the tone. “Did you have fun? Is he nice?” Sarcasm laced his tone as he leaned against the counter, arms crossing his chest as he watched her face wince.

“N-No. I didn’t have fun. I was trying to be polite, but I kept thinking about you!” Her exclamation was hoarse, feeling intimidated by the new demeanor. Harry had never been this way with her in the past, and it was just as scary as she had imagined. Usually being wrapped in the soft cocoon of his affection, being ripped out of the cottony confines had been a shock to her system.

“That’s interesting.” He retorted. “You were thinking about me while on a date with another man? Letting him pose with his arm around you?” His eyes were dark, nose flaring as she tried to explain it away. “Y/N, I’m a grown man. I don’t have time for games. I don’t want to play whatever little girl shit this is. I thought we had a connection, but I suppose I fell into it a bit too deep to understand that you like to see what’s out there.” He muttered. “ Should have let it be just what you wanted. A good time and a good fuck. My mistake. At least I got one thing out of it.” The words were too much, and he regretted them as soon as he said them, but his gaze remained steely. His pride was wounded, and one of his bad traits was hitting where it hurts.

Y/N visibly recoiled, feeling like she had been smacked with those words. She knew he was hurt- but is that how he thought of her?

“I never said this was a game.” She said slowly. “I thought we had a connection too, but apparently you think I’m a little girl and that I’m just a good time. An easy fuck.” She spit, eyes glazing with tears all over again. “I’m sorry your feelings were hurt. If you’d given me even a second to explain without interrupting me and letting your insecurities eat you alive, you’d know I was basically forced to go out by your daughter and she didn’t take no for an answer.” Her chest was heaving as she tried not to let the sob that wanted to escape from coming out. The tears were bad enough.

If possible, Harry stiffened further as he cocked his head. “What do you mean forced you?”

“Oh, for fucks sake. Don’t pretend to care now.” She hissed. “If you’d given a fuck about anything other than your pride, you’d be that grown man you claim to be before making assumptions. It was wrong of me to go out, I should have just told you the situation, but I was scared.” She backed away from the counter, making some more space between them. “But it’s obvious now what this was to you. Having so little faith in me, I can see where this was headed.” She turned to leave but felt him follow her behind him.

“Now wait a fucking second. Stop.” He called to her, hot on her heels. “No. You don’t get to do that. Tell me what you meant.”

“Don’t.” Y/N recoiled when he tried to touch her, making his chest ache. She’d always leaned into him, never away. “Your daughter was saying I’d done enough fucking around and I deserved a man to treat me right. To take me out. And since I don’t tell her about what we do, she think’s I’ve just had a fuck buddy. Which…” She paused, sneering slightly. “Maybe that’s all this fucking was. She told me that I owed her a solid and Micheal had been interested in me for a bit, that I should give it a shot. She said I didn’t have a choice. You know your daughter. She’s relentless and I didn’t have an excuse as to why I couldn’t go.”

Harry knew she was right. Lia was a force to be reckoned with. She wasn’t one who took no for an answer and if Y/N didn’t have a real excuse, she wasn’t going to let it go. This was something he hadn’t considered. It still didn’t make sense though. Why hadn’t she just told him? Why had she lied?

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He asked, throwing his arms up in the air. “I’d have thought by now you’d know you could tell me fucking anything. I thought… We both knew it was beyond sex, Y/N. You knew it would hurt me and that’s why you didn’t tell me, but why couldn’t you have at least talked to me about it? That’s what adults do.” The words were stressed as he took her in. The girl was more than upset and he knew it- but so was he.

“Do you think I wanted to? Risking telling you, risking all of this because your daughter, my best friend, was suspicious as to why I wasn’t dating, why I wouldn’t tell her who I was fucking around with and spending my time with? Don’t you see that I’m terrified you’d realize, like you already have, that I’m young and different and not like the girls you’ve dated? I’m inexperienced in a lot of shit, I can be immature, that you could do miles better than me?” She cried, bottom lip trembling as she watched his posture soften slightly. “I didn’t want to chance it. But I ruined it anyways. You think I’m a little girl who’s an easy fuck. Young pussy to break up the mature ladies you should be dating so they can keep up with you.” The words were hissed as she went to grab her bag, but Harry moved forward, bracing an arm on the wood to keep the door closed.

“No. You’re not running away. We’re talking about this.” His voice was softer now, trying to catch her eyes as he felt his heart thump in his throat. “I didn’t mean that. I was angry and I-I shouldn’t have said that. I wanted to hurt you because you hurt me, but I don’t think that you’re an easy young girl, you aren’t just a fuck to me. I wouldn’t be this upset if you were.” His hands moved to place her bag back down, trying to catch her eye.

“Hey… Look at me, Y/N.”

His body pulsed with hurt when she did. Fear, exhaustion, insecurity. He could see it all as another fresh round of tears pooled from her ducts, trailing down her cheeks. “Why?” She whispered. “Why should I stay? All I’d wanted to do is say I was sorry and hoped you’d listen to me but I will not stand here and let another man in my life degrade me. I’m good for more than my body. Maybe it started that way, but I am more than a sexual object you get to be possessive of.”

Her shaky voice made him swallow thickly, cursing to himself as he realized he had definitely fucked up with letting his anger get the best of him. At the same time, he was proud of her for setting that boundary, for saying that to him. He deserved it. “I know. I know you are. That’s why it hurt my feelings so much, darling. Can’t you see that?” He stressed. “ M’not possessive because you’re a toy of mine and I don’t want someone else to touch. M’angry because I’m insecure and nervous. I thought I’d taken it more seriously and that you didn’t care about me that way. That I’d read it all wrong.” His nails scored his palms as he tried to keep from reaching from her. When she didn’t make a move to leave again, he continued.

“I was worried about the same things. That you’d get tired of seeing an older man. M’not exactly one for going to a club or drinking, my knees aren’t what they used to be, I like to golf, read, m’a homebody. I was…” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Seeing those photos and knowing that you were going on a date with someone that most would deem more age appropriate, it made all those things come right back to me.”

Y/N looked up finally, her brows narrowed as she met his eye. As much as it killed him to see them red and teary, there was some relief knowing she could at least look at him.

“Harry- I like those things about you.” She whispered. “I like that you're older, I love it actually. Do you know how secure I felt around you? How much I loved that you weren’t trying to drag me out to a bar I didn’t want to go to? I loved our nights here, cooking and swimming and watching things. I had my share of exploring that shit in uni and I didn’t really like it all that much. I don’t care that you like golf, even though I’d be bored- I’d come with you and sit in the cart. I like you because you made me feel like I could be myself around you.” Her arms curled in on themselves, not liking how exposed she felt under her gaze.

Harry’s shoulders fell, eyes following suit as he looked at the floor. A stressed hand ran over his face as he tried to gather himself from the bouts of emotion that ripped through him. He had been angry, and that was justified, but the things he had said were not. He had hurt her, and he hoped that he hadn’t damaged them too badly.

“I’m sorry.” The words were quiet, looking back at her again. He hated how she looked so small. So sad. Even in her pretty dress, she looked so uncomfortable and to know he was the cause of it made him want to sink to his knees and beg for forgiveness. It was not at all how he imagined this interaction going.

“You should be.” Y/N peeped. The things he said had hit her right in the stomach, leaving a residual ache in her body. “I’m sorry for going out with that guy and lying to you. But you- you get why I did, right?” The hesitance was evident, not wanting to start a fight all over again but longing for his understanding.

“I do.” He took a hesitant step forward sighing in relief internally when she uncrossed her arms. “I do. I’m sorry I was so cruel to you.” His hand reached out, Y/N allowing him to wipe away her tears, the familiar palms making her lip tremble a bit harder. “Hey, Darling… No. No more tears. It’s breaking my heart.” His tone was miles different that before, the gentleness returning to it that she had missed so much. “It’s okay. It’s all going to be alright. M’sorry. We both made a mess, didn’t we?”

The soothing hands moved as she nodded her head, blinking up at him with her glossy eyes. “I didn’t want to go on a date with anyone except you.” The confession was laced with an uneven inhale, shaky as she moved forward. “I don’t like him. I never did. I wanted our movie night a-and I hope that this isn’t ruined because I really like you. I like us.”

The words were a peep, a soft little confession that had his chest inflating and crackling at the same time. She was so nervous about this, and instead of listening to what she had to say, he had been impulsive. But she confessed to really liking him, liking them together. That was more than he had expected from tonight.

“Yeah? D’you?” His lips twitched up, wiping the last of her tears away before placing a hand on her back, tugging her into his embrace.

“Yeah.” Y/N melted right into it, into his chest as her face nuzzled against the warmth he provided. Just as the world intended, he thinks.

“Good. This mean you’ll be mine properly? No more dancing around what we are… no more dates, you can say you’re seein’ someone properly?” Momentarily he shifted, nudging her chin up to look at him. God, he loved those eyes. “Because I’m serious about this. If you let me, we can be really good together.”

Y/N nodded, clutching his shirt in her palms with a smile that faded slightly as something else came to her mind. “But-But what are we going to do about Lia?”

The infamous question. What were they going to do about his daughter?

“Why don’t we figure out our relationship first, and then worry about her. We obviously have some things to iron out.” His fingers pinched her chin, offering up a soft smile to her. “It’s something that we will need to think about but.. I think we were doing a good job of keeping it to ourselves. I don’t intend to hide you, but I think we need to work out our things before I get to show you off.” He knew people would have a lot to say and they both needed to be secure in their relationship before other people were brought into the picture. They needed time to grow together. Unfiltered time that they could spend learning each other without a worry.

“I agree, actually.” Y/N leaned back against him. “This is why you’re the daddy. You have good ideas.. Sometimes.” She pressed a kiss to his chest. Breaking through that tension as she was so good at, it did something to his brain that scratched an itch. Her natural steps fit so well with his instincts, he knew it had to mean something. Harry relaxed. It wasn’t the end of them, like he thought. This was just the beginning.

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A NOT SO MEET CUTE ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅

| percy jackson x popstar au

| au masterlist ☽

summary: the first time you and percy meet isn't the best of circumstances and opinions are formed

warnings: swearing and i think thats just about it!

a/n: *in announcer voice* hello and welcome to my first au series, percy and the popstar - help the first time i thought of that my mind went to 'the princess and the popstar' 😭 - im using gracie, masie peters and taylor swift lyrics and faceclaims because im unoriginal as shit :) so if i've used a ts lyric and she's also liked a post lets just collectively ignore that okay!! anyway its unedited but i hope you enjoy! <3 lemme know what you think!!

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percy jackson is famous.

ok thats putting it lightly, percy jackson is extremely famous. in fact he is one of the youngest million-almost-billion-aires in the world. the twenty-two year old has an incredible influence on the world. how he got famous? no one really knows.

maybe its the fact that society drops at the feet of any good-looking rich boy. or maybe he actually did work for it like the rest of the word, we'll never know.

but.

y/n l/n is even more famous.

she's a force to be reckoned with, taking the world by storm with her music and setting the industry alight with her influence. she's got power, beauty and talent and she's not afraid to show it, the recently-turned twenty-one year old has turned the world on its head. case and point; her world tour that she's embarked on. y/n l/n switched things up and instead of starting in the u.s she's finishing here in good ol' new york!

l/n has one final show in florida and two more in boston and then we welcome her home to nyc.

why am i writing an article about y/n l/n and percy jackson i hear you ask? because the young celebrities were both spotted at a high end restaurant in florida, whether they were actually together or not remains to be discovered...

~~~

"would you put your phone down?" lia sighs, setting down an iced coffee in front of you. "you've been staring at that article all morning- its not even a credible source. its probably just some random high schooler blogging."

"i know," you huff and glare at her when she steals your phone from you. "but seriously? percy jackson? come on! i've never even met the guy."

"ooh he is yummy," lia says looking at your phone, at the photo of percy that was pasted at the top of the article. "i mean, ew yucky, he's like the ugliest person ever, i definitely don't want to bang him."

"bang him?" you laugh. "please for the love of god, never say that again."

lia just shrugs and picks up her own coffee taking a sip. "it's trueee."

sighing you lean back into your seat and look around the extravagant living room you're both currently resting in. its a few hours before you have to start getting ready for your final show here in florida and you can feel the anticipation starting to build under your skin.

"omigoshlookatthis," lia shrieks shoving your phone into your face.

"are you seriously stalking his instagram right now?" you raise your eyebrows at her.

"what? as i said he. is. hot."

your eyes flick quickly over his instagram not really seeing the appeal - sure he's good looking in a noticeable, obvious kinda way - but all he seems to post is pictures of him and how rich he is. ugh. be more creative - his insta is like every other boys. shirtless pics and vacations.

then your eyes settle on one thing in particular. "wait! you followed him?"

"shit," lia's eyes widen. "fuck this isn't going to help is it?"

"do something!" you shriek leaping off the couch. "do something! unfollow him! do something!"

"shit shit shit shit," lia cries as you both fly around the room in hysteria - you're both acting like teenage girls honestly - but at this point you don't care.

"fix it! fix it!"

"ok ok! done! i unfollowed him." lia's quiet for a moment and then she panics again. "ahhh fuck he's ONLINE!"

"noooooo! do you think he saw it?" you slap lia in the shoulder. "LIA!" hands shaking as you slump back down. "fuck. oh my god. this is going to be all over the internet."

"it'll be okay," lia comforts sitting down next to you. "it's not like you're famous or anything."

~~~

just now

yn.user followed you

"PERCY FUCKING JACKSON WHAT DID YOU DO?"

those aren't usually percy's favorite words. so when he hears grover yelling this from the hotel bathroom - why the bathroom? don't ask.

"what? what?" percy yells back.

"PERCY MOTHER FUCKING JACKSON WHAT DID YOU DO?" okayyy thats is definitely not good if luke was yelling at him too.

"WHAT?" percy yells back.

"PERCY-"

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU SAY WHAT DID YOU DO ONE MORE TIME-"

luke and grover both stalk into the living room with chris and clarisse hot on their heels all supporting bewildered looks on their faces.

"do you know y/n l/n?" grover asks narrowing his eyes.

"the singer right?" percy asks confused still.

"check your insta right now," clarisse jumps in.

percy still confused as ever pulls out his phone eyebrows nearly springing off his face when he sees the notification on insta.

"wait what?"

"y/n l/n followed you for like two minutes and then unfollowed you again. its all over twitter, instagram, everything - especially after that dumb article went around," luke explains.

"it doesn't matter," percy sighs chucking his phone back onto the couch beside him.

"uh yes it does!" grover practically yells. "do you know where we're all going tonight? to her concert! this is going to feed every horny teenage girls dream." grover shoots percy an exasperated look. "my god, the rumours and theories that are gonna come out after this is insane."

"who cares what people think about us? it isn't true. besides y/n is probably one of those girls."

"those girls?" clarisse asks her eye brows raised.

"y'know, pretentious little daddy's girls who clearly have everything handed to them on a silver platter? those girls."

"whatever you say dumbass," chris chuckles.

"we're going to that concert tonight, percy," grover says turning on him. "shit is going to hit the fan because of it, but we're going. because i paid a fortune for those tickets and clarisse and i really wanna see y/n."

"whatever you say buddy, whatever you say."

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user1 omg omg best night of my lifeee

user2 is that a possible song lyric i see there???

user3 omfg it could be. the three !!! at the end of both floridas??

user4 everybody wake up y/n has posted!

user7 did anyone else see her follow percy jackson and then unfollow him??? no just me?

user6 holy shit yess i saw that

user5 i smell a new ship brewing

user8 WAIT didn't he go to last night's show??

user10 why isn't he waiting for the new york concerts? he lives there right? why go allll the way to florida?

user9 mother is mothering

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"i told you this would happen!" you huff to lia when she walks into your bedroom a few mornings later. "my entire comment section has been filled with people questioning about percy! i've never even met the guy!"

lia who had been assigned the role - self-assigned - the role to get you out of bed just rolls her eyes and drags the covers off you. "i know as you keep saying. but there is nothing we can do about it- short from announcing that it was a mistake. no one will even believe that anyway, so just let it go."

reluctantly you leave the comfort of your bed and slip into the clothes lia had picked out, trailing after her like a lost puppy. this usually happens between concerts, you return home and rest in your bed (with lia more often than not) not leaving it unless you need to, then lia comes parading in and announces that you're going out and since you have little fight left in you - you always agree.

ignoring the countless paparazzi as you make your way into the cafe you listen to lia as she blabs on about how she's never going to forgive you for not telling her you were adding a new song to your setlist without telling her.

you're so wrapped up in your own head you don't even see the person in front of you until you're slamming into them. and they've spilt coffee down your front.

"ah shit."

"fuck sorry."

you look up and its none other than the percy jackson. well hey! you've officially met him now!

"you good?" percy asks glasses and a cap cover his face but you still recognise him - what? lia's obsessed. and you were subjected to listen about her love for him - and the tone of his voice already pissed off and bored. it's like he was concerned until the second he recognised you. rude.

he doesn't even spare you a second glance before he's flipping you off.

"excuse me?" you say pulling his hand down. "did you just flip me off?"

percy's face pulls into a smirk and you just look up at him in disgust, brush past him and say "whatever asshole." at the same time he says. "later bitch."

fucker you're both thinking.

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wreckedandpolemic · 20 days

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pls post the stuff abt their kids omg

lalalala i didn’t tear up at Any point during the writing of this (she lied)

so your eldest, alanis, is matty’s little mini-me. from the minute she’s born, you can tell; she has a full head of dark, thick hair that you know will sprout into his pretty ringlets, his brown eyes blink up at you from her sweet little face, and you can even see his nose scrunched up in her tiny little features. you’ve never felt more in love than with her tiny little body against your chest, tears in matty’s eyes as he holds you both. “oh, my god,” he breathes. “i’m a dad. hello, little one. i love you so much. god, i didn’t know i could love someone this much. she’s so tiny!” he coos, staring down at her adoringly.

“she looks like you,” you murmur, stroking over the bridge of her nose, her little face smaller than your palm.

tears are spilling down matty’s cheeks, his smile brilliant. “you think so?” he chuckles wetly. “god, hope that’s the only thing she gets from me. listen to me, baba,” he says seriously, addressing her like she can understand him, her eyes wide with fascination. “don’t be like me. be like your mum, yeah? ‘cause she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” your heart melts, and despite the lingering pain and slight delirium, you’ve never been happier.

as alanis gets a little older, though, it’s obvious she’s ignoring his warning, matty’s personality as obvious in her as his hair. she’s a little diva (“confident!” matty chimes in.), bossy and a know-it-all (“self-assured and clever! aren’t you, little lani-girl? my clever girl, don’t listen to mummy.”), but underneath she really is the sweetest little thing. matty’s absolutely enamoured with her, spoils her rotten, unable to say no to her big brown eyes. you can’t complain too much, though — you know from experience how difficult those eyes are to refuse <3

she’s nearly three when you tell her you’re pregnant again, slightly worried about her reaction because she’s so used to being your spoilt little baby. but her little face just lights up, toddling towards you on her chubby, unsteady legs and pressing her hands against your belly. “hi, baby!” she says excitedly. “baby soon, mummy?”

you laugh, picking her up and smothering her in kisses as matty tells her, “babies, sweetheart.”

alanis gasps, her eyes going comically wide as she goggles at you. “how many, mummy? four? seven?”

you shake your head, your own eyes widening. “no, baby. just two, promise.”

and, true enough, six months later, you bring vera and fiona home. alanis is obsessed with them, obsessed with being a big sister. she’s gentler with them than you’ve ever seen her, fascinated as they learn to grip onto her fingers. one night, you go to put her to bed and find her in the twins’ room, singing nursery rhymes and lullabies over their cribs. you sprint for matty, tugging him by the arm to show him, tears brimming in both your and his eyes.

“she’s so precious,” matty whispers, your head resting against his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you.

“she’s just like you. aren’t you, baby?” you add when she looks up and sees you both watching her. “you’re dada’s little mini-me, right?”

alanis nods wildly, running as fast as her little legs will carry her into matty’s arms, giggling wildly as he spins her around. “my little girl,” he grins. “not so little anymore, are you? before i know it, you’ll be sixteen and kissing boys. or girls.”

she wrinkles her little nose, the expression so reminiscent of your husband that you can’t stifle your laugh. “kissing for mummy and dada. not for lani. yucky.” she says firmly.

matty nods proudly. “that’s right, sweetheart. yucky. no kissing ‘til you’re twenty-five. no, thirty.”

you scoff. “we were married before i was twenty-five, matthew.”

“god, i don’t know how your dad didn’t fu- flipping kill me. i get it, now,” he says, balancing alanis on his hip. “i need her to stay my little girl forever. okay, lani? gotta be dada’s sweet little baby girl forever,” he tells her seriously as she reaches up to tug on his curls. “you want a bedtime story?” he asks, and she agrees enthusiastically, matty singing to her under his breath as he carries her to her room. you watch them go, in their own little world, your chest swelling with love.

watching their little personalities develop as they grow up is the absolute highlight of your life. alanis gets more like matty every passing day, all unruly curls and biting wit. even when she grows into a moody teenager, the two of them stay heartwarmingly close, matching curly heads bent together, always whispering and giggling. vera starts out life as the easiest of your three girls, calm and easily entertained, rarely crying, and largely stays that way. in your house of dramatists and divas, you sometimes worry that she’s so laid-back that she’ll just disappear. but she has a built-in best friend in boisterous little fiona, always dragging her out from under a pile of books on some adventure or another.

matty’s never so happy as when he’s with his girls. he’ll never think twice about calling off or leaving work early if you need or even just want him to, always at your side. knowing your girls won’t grow up how you did, emotionally walled off in a house that wasn’t a home, warms your heart. your home is soundtracked by laughter, squabbling, the crackle of a vinyl player or the chimes of a piano.

you don’t realise how different their childhoods are to yours until alanis comes home, aged thirteen, and bemoans some embarrassing situation involving the girl she likes, dramatically throwing her head into your lap and her feet into matty’s. you didn’t come out to your parents until you were in college, and you’d never have gone to them with boy problems. so you cuddle your girl close, kiss her curly little head, offer her ice cream and a movie to feel better.

vera pokes her head around the door just as elle is starting to study for the lsats, tucking herself in between you and alanis and letting you squeeze her into your arms. when fiona joins you fifteen minutes later, matty declares you’re having a movie night and bedtime is cancelled, darting off to bring you all popcorn.

three hours later, your girls have fallen asleep in a pile on the sofa between you and your husband, and the pair of you are fighting off the sandman yourselves. you tuck them carefully into bed, their peaceful faces twitching into tiny smiles when you kiss their foreheads gently and creep into your own bed. eyes closing with matty’s arms around you, your last waking thoughts are of the perfect family you’ve built. this, you think, is home. this is love.

#i’m lowkey so nervous to post this #i have actually never wanted to write kidfic before this #i’m so obsessed with them :(#matty pls let me have your kids #matty healy x reader #matty healy #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 #writing #white and gold #alanis #vera #fiona #blurb

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- All of Your Attention -

REQUESTED - @jejenesblog

NICHA YONTARARAK (MINNIE) x FEM!READER

Prompt: Minnie invites you to her group’s comeback celebration dinner, but she doesn’t appreciate the way you ‘flirt’ with Miyeon. She decided to do something about it >:)

Warnings/Notes: dom Minnie, jealousy, smut, fingering, mommy kink

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“Thank you for inviting me guys, I really appreciate it” You shyly say, fidgeting with the promise ring on your index finger that Minnie got you last year’s anniversary.

Miyeon smiled and gently grabbed your hand across the table, rubbing her thumb across it. “No need to thank us, Y/n”

It didn’t bother Minnie at how close your friendship was with the other girls, she knew better than to be jealous but she couldn’t control the yucky feeling in her stomach when the eldest member decided to lock your fingers together while conversing about a nail salon you recently went to.

The Thai member chewed on her lower lip before grabbing the menu and inching it towards you. “My love, would you like me to order your favourite champagne?”

Unfortunately you were too lost in your conversation and the yucky feeling in Minnie started to worsen when you reached over the table to tuck a strand of Miyeon’s hair behind her ear.

“Hey babe I asked you a question…” Minnie pouted, finally getting your attention.

“Oh sorry! What did you ask again?”

“If you wanted me to order your favourite champagne?”

“Oooh” You hummed before looking at Miyeon with wide eyes. “Did you want some Miyeon? I promise you it tastes amazing”

Minnie frowned.

“Yeah of course! With these busy schedules, I haven’t drank in a while”

You laughed and continued playing with her hands, unaware of the sharp glare your girlfriend was giving between the two of you.

“I just realised how different you look from the first time we met. Your new hair colour suits you a lot” Miyeon complimented, making you blush.

“Really? Thank you! I was worried it wouldn’t look that good but you suit every hair colour I swear! My favourite was your blonde era”

“I do miss the blonde sometimes but I was gonna go bald if I kept it” Miyeon chuckled as you reached over to run your fingers through her hair again.

“The black hair looks great too-“

“I’m gonna go fix my makeup. Come help me too, Y/n” Minnie abruptly stood up, her tone cold as ice.

“Are you okay, Minnie?” Yuqi asked but got ignored

“Im talking to Miyeon though..” You replied, wondering why Minnie had called you by your first name instead of the usual ‘Princess’ and ‘my love’.

“I don’t think I gave you an option” Minnie spoke before walking off to the restroom.

You sighed and stood up, sending a short apology to the other members before quickly following your angry girlfriend.

Luckily, it was one of those restrooms that only had one large cubicle so the moment you walked in, you found your girlfriend adjusting her lashes in the mirror.

“Lock the door.” She ordered without looking at you and you immediately obeyed.

“What’s wrong?”

The Thai girl sighed and turned around, leaning her back against the sink while crossing her arms, gaze colder than ever. “I don’t like how touchy you were with Miyeon”

“What, babe you can’t be serious”

“Oh I’m dead serious. I invited you to this dinner to be by my side, aka your girlfriend if I must remind you”

“This is ridiculous. Fix yourself right now, I’m going back—What, hey!” Your words were cut off the moment you reached for the door, finding yourself pinned against it, your back pressed close to your girlfriend’s front.

“Don’t tell me to fix myself when you were the one touching my member, fucking brat. You’re mine, do you hear me?” She hissed in your ear, right hand reaching underneath your dress, two fingers rubbing at your clothed pussy.

“M-Minnie!”

Her left hand wrapped around your throat, forcing your head to tilt back and meet her lips. Her kiss was possessive, aggressive, yet so hot. Minnie pulled away, smirking at the way you were grinding into her fingers and a whine escaping your lips.

“God, look at you. Just a minute ago you were acting like some bratty princess, now here you are wanting to have my fingers up your tight cunt, isn’t that right my love?”

You could only roll your eyes back and cry when your girlfriend pushed your panties aside and pushed two fingers inside knuckle deep, adoring the way your cheeks flushed pink and the way your mouth hung open.

“I think it’ll be better for you to see how much of a slut you are, no? Here, look baby. Look at the mirror” You felt her smile against your ear when she turned you both around so now that your lewd moment was shown in the bathroom mirror.

You opened your eyes and felt yourself grow embarrassingly wetter by the scene. Minnie’s long fingers deep inside you, moving at such a pleasuring speed while she continued to choke you, her lips moving down to litter your neck with purple marks that you knew were going to have difficulty in covering.

“B-Baby, oh my god!” You moaned so deliciously.

“Aw that’s not my name. Come on, my love. Say it. Say the name you know you love calling me”

“F-Fuck! I…I can’t Min…n-not here!”

“It’s either you fucking say it and get to cum or I’ll pull out right now and let you finish off by yourself. Your choice…but make the right one” She growled.

“N-No I wanna cum! I wanna cum so bad, Min, please don’t stop” You panted, holding her wrist and trying to force her to go faster and deeper but she didn’t budge.

“Then be a good girl. Don’t you want to cum all over my fingers, darling? Wont you let me have a taste, hm?”

You nodded rapidly, leaning your head back into her chest.

“Then. Say. It.” Minnie said every word through gritted teeth, pulling her fingers away before shoving it back in one harsh motion.

“M-Mommy! Just like that please Mommy!” You finally let out.

“There it is, my good girl” Minnie chuckled in your ear, finally giving you what you wanted and rapidly pounding her fingers inside.

“Y-Yes yes yes! Fuck yes, mommy!”

“Shhh, not too loud now, darling. Don’t wanna get kicked out”

“I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum!” You cried, tilting your head up, giving the hint to your girlfriend that you wanted to taste her sweet lips.

“Aw you wanna kiss me baby?” She chuckled and you could only nod, begging with your hooded eyes. “How could I say no to that?”

She leant her face down and connected your lips in a sloppy kiss, her fingers never stopping. Everything was too much for you.

The way your tongues danced, the fast hard movements of her fingers, the noises, and the general fact you two were fucking in a public restroom, your mind was going insane.

“Cumming!” You whispered after Minnie pulled her mouth away, your legs shook as your orgasm hit you hard.

Minnie hummed with content when she felt your white liquid drown her fingers, dripping down to her palm and even onto the bathroom floor. Your weak body laid against her’s, your chest heaving up and down with tiredness, but your girlfriend’s deep voice had reached your ears despite your almost-passing-out state.

“As much as I’d love to go home and continue, we have a dinner celebration to finish”

“Can’t believe you fingered me in a public restroom just because you were jealous” you huffed out, fixing your panties and dress, trying to look decent.

“And? I’ll do it again if I see you getting all handsy with Miyeon”

You playfully rolled your eyes and pecked the taller’s lips. “I’m yours, okay? Remember that. Now please clean your hand for the love of God”

Miyeon looked at her hand and totally forgot it was covered in your mess. She didn’t hesitate to bring it up to her mouth and start licking it clean, making your face go insanely red.

“Wash your hands too” You scolded.

Minnie laughed and did as told before you both headed back to the table hand in hand. The members looked at you with wide smirks.

“What took so long huhhhhh?” Shuhua asked with an annoying smile, resting her chin in her hand.

“Finally finished touching up your make up, Minnie?” Soyeon wiggled her eyebrows.

“Or finally finished touching up Y/n?” Yuqi added, sending the entire table into laughter and shoulder slaps.

“Ugh shut up all of you. Can we order now? I’m starving” Minnie groaned, sitting down with you at the table.

“How could you be starving? Did Y/n not give you enough of herself?” Miyeon added, snickering afterwards.

“Miyeon, there is a steak knife right here and I’ll show you where it goes if you don’t shut up” Minnie threatened and you placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Do it then, bitch—“

“Hey stop it you two. Let’s enjoy the rest of tonight, okay?” You scolded, pointing your finger at the two G-Idle members.

They both nodded obediently.

You sat back with a sigh and flinched when you felt Minnie’s fingers hiking up your dress again. You pinched her side with an angry look. “Stop or else we’re not doing a round two”

“Awe what! But babe!”

‘Baby in the streets, Mommy in the sheets’ you thought in your head.

A/N: Hellowwww this is my first time doing a request! I hope it was good enough T^T love yous!

#gidle #gxg #wlw #gidle smut #Minnie smut #Minnie x reader #Gidle x reader

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