#momma Sebas
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Residents with Teenage gen z mc with really bad periods
The residents know not to tease her or piss her off in any way Theo/Mozart and are extra nice to her
Since last time they made her cry and ran and locked herself in her room didn’t come out till the next day didn’t hear the end of it from comte
Sebastian gives her days off and brings stuff to help her with the pains
You know when she has it when you hear hollering,yelling and some familiar phrases she usually says
“Oh my FUCK I can’t do this ANYMORE!”
“Why couldn’t I be born a disgusting man?!”
“Why does god hate women!?”
“Everything would be easier if I had a penis!”
“I just want the back pain to end…”
Isaac and Mozart hear this from down the hallway
Isaac “Every day I’m thankful that I wasn’t born a woman”
When it first came she didn’t have any pads or tampons and she didn’t know what to do
She ended up asking sebas about it
“Can I- um- ask you something?” She felt awkward talking about this with a man but who else could she ask?
“Yes, what is it?” She was hesitant she didn’t know what he would say
He noticed this “You can ask me any-“ “I’m bleeding”
there was a moment of silence but then it hit him “you have the rest of the day off, go to your room I will bring in the stuff in a few”
Sometime snaps at the residents but apologizes the next day after she’s calmed down
Jean feels bad when he hears her cry cause of the pains
Thinks women as strong for dealing with these type of pains
“You deal with this each month?!”
Once held her hair up when she ran to the bathroom to throw up bc the pains were so severe brought her some marorons after
You see the teen contemplating her entire existence once a month more like every day
“Why couldn’t I be a man…” Arthur sees the mc laying on the library floor “What are you doing mc?” “Waiting for the devil to take me wanna join?” “Sure”
Dazai tells her stories to try and distract her from the pain
Mc ends up falling asleep bc his voice is soothing
Leonardo often catches her up late in the kitchen eating or cooking something
The teen uses lumire as a heater for her cramps LMAO
The guys find it funny that one day she’s so aggravated and sad and the next she’s so happy and bubbly like nothing happened
Theo stops teasing her for a while doesn’t wanna get yelled at again plus doesn’t wanna get stabbed with a sword by Jean
Sebas told Theo that exercise helps lower the pain of cramps and tried to get mc up and moving but refuses to get out of bed
He gets king and she ends up playing with him outside all the running around helps her
Napoleon also tries to get her up n moving they both go WWE mode but Comte doesn’t like it
Isaac once had to cover her skirt bc she bleed through by accident
She was so embarrassed and she started to cry
Isaac awkwardly tried to comfort her saying it was alright and it’s something that happens
When she does stain her clothes Comte takes her out shopping and let’s her buy anything she wants and needs
Sebastian sometimes asks some of the women from the town for advice on how to deal with a menstrual cycle most of the time evesdrop for this info
Vincent goes and check up on her the first few days since that’s when the pains hits the hardest
He’s also another member that feels bad when she’s in pain especially since she’s so young basically a child in his eyes so he tries his best to make her feel better
When Mozart knows she somewhere near where she can hear him playing he plays something soothing for her
They know when the hardest days have pass when the teen finally says good morning when she sees them
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Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 6
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, drunk sex, slight angst.
“Would you stop for two seconds?” he asked softly, his arm wrapping loosely around your waist to turn you to face him. You felt the tears pricking at your eyes and he gave you a sad look, “you don’t have to leave, (Y/N)! Th-this doesn’t have to happen.”
“Sebastian, Chris was rig-”
“Don’t....” he said quickly, “Don’t get into that mindset. What Chris said wasn’t right. What you said was right. You told him what you were feeling. You told him what you saw. I’m here for you and the kids. He never was. I love you-”
“Chris told me he loved me too,” you admitted, through your tears, “When we got pregnant with the kids, he told me it all the time. He-”
You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as his hands tangled in your hair, keeping you against him. You moaned as your back hit the wall, and your hands found their way around his neck as you clung to him. Your lips worked in tandem, and you felt a high, but you pushed away, snapping out of it, when you felt his tongue entering your mouth.
“Sebastian...no...stop. He-He wasn’t wrong. W-he-we had sex! Th-there’s something here. It isn’t just you helping me out or being there. We had sex!” you said, trying to justify it, “a-and you’re telling me that you love me...and kissing me...and you’re acting like you’re Johnny and Shay’s father.”
“You deserve this!” he chuckled drunkenly as he poured the last of the wine into your glass. You giggled as you lifted it to your lips, the red slipping down your throat all too easily.
You weren’t a drinker, but it had been a tough couple of months, and Chris had all but frayed the wires of your nerves.
“God do I ever!” you giggled, “I feel like I’m finally getting my bearings.”
“You’re doing amazing!” he said quickly as he dropped the bottle into the trash and made his way back over to the couch where you were sitting. He was quick to catch your face between his hands, “you-you are doing so amazing! And I know that you don’t hear it enough, or tell it to yourself, but I’m so proud of you. Really! You’re so fucking amazing!”
“You’re just being nice!” you giggled as you put your wine glass on the coffee table and put your hands over his, “you’re just-you're too nice to me, Sebastian!”
“Baby, it’s not that I’m too nice,” he chuckled softly, his eyes seeing deep into your soul, “I’m honest. And I fucking love you, (Y/N).”
“You love the idea of me-”
“No, I love you!” he said firmly, “all I think about every morning is how you and the kids are doing...I-I love waking up to you making breakfast and Shayla babbling on and on because she is excited to see me too. I love how Johnny shimmies in your arms when he sees me, but he stays in your arms because he’s a total momma’s boy. I love getting back from a day of filming and it’s just the four of us...like our own little family. I love the days off when we get to do little activities together...like going to the park or having tummy time with the twins. The baths and bedtime stories...I love it all.”
“Sebas-”
You stopped speaking when his lips melted against yours.
Your eyes fluttered closed, and a fit of butterflies erupted in your stomach. You moaned against his lips, your brain still processing the fact that his lips were on yours and his hands were holding your face.
But just as he went to pull away your lips responded in kind, working against his. You let him push his weight against yours, and your leg slipped around his and to the other side of the couch as he laid you down.
“Sebastian,” you moaned, feeling him slot himself between your thighs. Your back arched, your breasts pushing into his face as he grinded his pelvis against yours. You whimpered, feeling his hardened length straining against his jeans, “Se-Sebastian.”
“I wanna feel you, (Y/N)!” he begged softly, “I wanna be inside you.”
“Want you too!” you whimpered against his lips. Your hands worked desperately at his pants, trying to free him. His own hands slipped down to his pants, and he groaned when your hand slipped into them and wrapped around his cock.
“FUCK!” He groaned. His lips slipped away from yours as you began to eagerly pump him, (Y/N)!”
“Sebastian!”
His lips parted in a silent moan as your finger swiped over his slit. His hips stuttered as he pulled his jeans and boxers off in one fail swoop, moving your hands out of the way, “god damn!”
“Make love to me,” you begged, shimming down until his cock was pressing against your core; the only barrier between the two of you being your thin lace panties. He groaned, his head falling forward ever so slightly. His lips found their way to your jaw, and he kissed up it while the friction from the fabric of your panties made his cock twitch, “haven’t had sex since before the twins were born...since the second trimester....”
His lips found yours once more and you moaned as you tasted the sweetness from the wine on his lips. His fingers were deft in how they pulled the wet lace from your core, and slipped them to the side, allowing his cock to probe at your entrance.
You gasped as you felt his tip slowly starting to stretch you. Your head fell back and lulled to the side as he split you open. One hand balanced his weight beside your head, and the other he used to pull your body close to his as he buried himself to his base.
“SEBASTIAN!” you moaned loudly, feeling just how well he not only filled you, but stretched your tightened hole, “oh god...”
“Fuck! I’ll give you everything, baby!” he promised as his hips moved teasingly slow. Your thighs clenched when he pulled out, and your legs wrapped around his waist. Your heels dug into his ass, pushing him back into you, “want me inside you?”
“Want you!” you begged, your mind gone as you became cock drunk. You pulled his face back to yours and connected your lips once more.
“Want you!” he breathed against your neck as his hips continued on the teasingly slow pace he’d used once he came down from his first high inside of you, “Want you all the time, (Y/N)! I love you baby. So beautiful. Such a good mommy to the babies...fuck, I wanna fill you up and watch you swell with our baby...wanna fuck you full of me and know that I put one in you ...watch you be such a good mommy to our baby too...”
Your core clenched at the little words of praise coming from his lips and the thought of having a child with him. You could feel the way his cum warmed you, and you shifted arching your body against a little bit more. The fantasy of him fathering one of your children turned you on even more as you whimpered, “Love the way you fill me up!”
“I love you!” he uttered once more as he peppered kisses up and down the column of your throat. You whimpered again as the warmth of his lips felt like fire trailing up and down your body, wiping away the sweat from the sexual feast that the two of you had engaged in after you got the twins to sleep, “I love you so much, baby...”
“I-”
“Don’t say it, yet!” he begged, his hips picking up their pace yet again, “I-fuck, I’m close again, baby...I want you to say it as I cum...please...tell me it when I cum again.”
You nodded, pulling his face back to yours so that you could connect your lips once more. His kisses were distracted, and you knew it was from his impending orgasm. One hand wrapped around his chest, and your nails dug into his back, while your other hand got lost in his hair, pulling and tugging on it. His hips had an unven rhythm and you knew just why.
“FUCK!” he growled, breaking the kiss, “I-I’m gonna cum...baby I’m gonna cu-”
“I love you!” you called out as your own orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your core spasmed around his cock, milking the already sensitive appendage. Your hands both went around his neck, and you pulled his body closer to yours, while your hips locked around his waist, your entire body spasming with please, “FUCK, SEBASTIAN!”
“FUCK!” he growled as he came. His jaw dropped and his eyes closed. You felt him pulsating inside of you as a new feeling of warmth filled your abdomen, “oh, oh god!”
Your eyes fluttered shut as his weight pressed into you, his body giving away the last of the energy it held as he emptied himself into you. His lips found your neck, and you felt the heavy breathing against it, intermingled with kisses and light nips.
“I love you!” you whimpered softly, repeating how you felt about him.
“I love you!” he mimicked, his voice sounding drained of all energy as he sighed, “you...you and the twins are my world, (Y/N!) Love you so fucking much.”
You smiled, feeling the same genuine happiness you allowed yourself to feel since the day Chris showed up at Sebastian’s place.
After your argument with him, and a small one with Sebastian, where he begged you to stay, he started doing even more for you and the kids. He started looking at a bigger apartment and had moved the four of you into a two bedroom, where you and the twins shared a room.
But then you noticed all the little things that Blake had pointed out to you.
He never looked at another woman. And he always checked on you and the twins to make sure you guys were okay even if he’d had a long day filming and was beyond tired.
On long days, he insisted that you come to set, and he was always taking every break that he had doting on you and the twins.
He was there for you in so many ways, that you eventually found yourself feeling domesticated with him.
You started making more meals for the four of you, and you noticed just how much the twins really did love him. So, when Shayla’s first word was ‘da-da,’ at six and a half months, you knew that you couldn’t avoid your feelings anymore.
“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” he asked, even though he knew his own schedule like the back of his hand.
“It’s your day off...” you reminded him softly as you fed Johnny some strained pears, “you know that, goofball!”
He smiled as you got up, and he put another spoon full of the pureed strawberries near Shayla’s mouth, “I was thinking we could go out to the park...nice day for a walk with the twins...then go to that art exhibit that just opened up. I know that you were talking about it with Blake the other day…“
“That’s really how you want to spend the day?” you teased, “walking through Central Park and going to an art instillation?”
“Why not?”
You bit your lip as you came back with the lids for the baby food and you shrugged, “if you want to...”
“Yeah...” he smiled, “spend the day with my little buddy and two favorite girls. I-”
“Da da.”
The two of you froze.
Your eyes went wide, and both you and Sebastian looked at Shayla. She was reaching out to him.
“Did she just say-”
“Da da!” she repeated, her little chubby hands trying to reach for him, “Da da!”
You gasped, rushing up to her, “oh my god...Shayla...”
“Did she just call me da da?”
“Sebastian, that was her first word!”
He seemed to process what just happened, and his own eyes went wide. The spoon clattered to her tray and his lips parted.
“Da da!” she whimpered, straining to reach for him.
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you sniffled. He looked at you, “I -I swear I didn’t teach her that or anything. I-”
“She called you da da...”
“(Y/N), I-”
“Pick her up, da da,” you sighed gently, your eyes meeting his. There was a silent look between the two of you, “it-it’s okay...you’re da da to them...we both know it...don’t apologize for that.”
He nodded before turning his attention to her, a big grin on his face, “Did you just say your first word, baby girl?”
“Da da!” she whimpered, wanting him to pay attention and pick her up.
His grin got wider as he pulled her out of her chair and spun her around. She squealed in excitement as he peppered her face in kisses, “did you call for me, baby girl? Did you-”
“Da da!” she squealed, her little hands grabbing at his face once more when he finally gave her the attention that she wanted, “da da. Da Da!”
The surprise in your eyes...and the love in his when she said it. He was so shell-shocked. He stopped feeding her, frozen for a second, until she said it again, reaching out for him.
You couldn’t ignore your own feelings.
Not after that.
And soon you’d found yourself in his bed at night.
The room you and the twins stayed in slowly became the room for the twins, and you found yourself moving more and more of your stuff into his closet, until he finally pulled your dresser into the room.
The Gossip Girl cast was even more supportive of it, saying that they hadn’t seen him so happy. And things were like a dream.
Even when you were terrified when he got a new role on the show ‘Kings,’ he never faltered. The twins and you had passports and you shot up to Canada to do some of the filming before they found a base in New York.
And before you knew it, you were celebrating your one-year anniversary with him, telling him you loved him while the two of you christened the newer, bigger apartment that had two bedrooms and a loft.
Chapter 7
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Sideline Love ~ Chapter 13 ~ Fatherhood
Pairings - NFL! Chris Evans and OFC Rebecca Rooney
Series Summary: All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?
Word Count: 2.5K
General Warnings: smut! angst, cheating, parental interference, fluff, football Chris has beard ( 😏 ), injuries during the game, special appearance (don't @ me lol)
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Becca Rooney and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
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Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist
Sebastian, Chris and Charlie walk to the park the next week with Charlie swinging in between the men’s arms. “Daddy you and Seba are so strong. Can you swing me to the moon?”
“The moon? Why do you want to go to the moon?”
“So I can eat it. Mama says the moon is cheese and I love cheese!” She giggled as she swinged back and was launched in the air.
“What is your girl teaching her?” Sebastian shook his head. He turned and growled like a fake bear. “I’m gonna get you, papusa mica!”
Charlie screech and took off running towards the playground. “Daddy help!”
Chris charged in the lifted his girl up and put her on his shoulders. He ran, holding her legs as Sebastian jumped up to reach for her, their laughter filling the air. A phone rang and Sebastian stopped. He checked his phone. “I need to take it. Be right back.”
Chris trotted with Charlie on shoulders. “Daddy?”
“Yes, munchkin?”
“Does this other daddy love me?”
“I don’t know. You would have to ask him.”
“Is it wrong if I like him?”
Chris’s heart clenched. “Of course not. He’s your daddy.”
“You’re my daddy. And I love you but I don’t want to hurt your feelings. Momma says we shouldn’t hurt people’s feelings.”
Chris stopped and pulled Charlie down and sat her next to him on the bench. “I want you listen very carefully, Charlotte. The minute you ran into my life I knew you were special. I have loved you since our Oreo date. Nothing is going to change that. Its ok to like Tom, love him even. But you are my munchkin. My feelings won’t be hurt.”
“I love you so much daddy.” Charlie flung her arms around his neck and gripped him tight.
Tom came the long way around towards the playground and heard Chris and Charlie’s voices. “I don’t know him but I will try if its ok.”
“Charlie, you do what you want to do ok? Your momma and I will love you and support you in whatever you do. If you want to spend more time with Tom and his kids, we’ll make it work, ok? Don’t worry about this. Just worry about being a kid.”
Tom took a step back and decided to watch them from a distance. He sees Chris playing with Charlie in the park and sees that Chris is like himself with his boys. He watches as Chris makes sure Charlie is secure in the swing before pushing her, listening to Charlie’s squeals of delight. A wave of overwhelming sadness floods is chest. He missed it. The opportunity to have his own little princess. He decides to call his dad. “Hey pop.”
Thomas, everything ok son?
Did I blow this? Neglecting Charlie?
He could hear his father sigh and open and close a door. Son, only you can decide if you want to pursue this. She spent five years with just her mother. This is a huge change.
“Becca has a boyfriend, Chris, who loves her as much I should have. Charlie calls him daddy.”
Oh Tom.
“I missed it, didn’t I?”
Son…
Father and son stayed on the phone as Tom broke down. “Why didn’t I just own it?”
I don’t know. Your mother and I never understood why not. Giselle was going to leave either way because of your actions. And Rebecca has always said she just wanted her daughter to have a father. Is continuing this fight worth it?
A few minutes later, Tom had hung up with this father and called his lawyers. As he hangs up, he walks over to Chris, who is watching Charlie play with some other children. “Evans, can I have a moment?”
“What do you want Brady? I’m not supposed to talk to you. I’m just a supervisor.”
Tom looked at his feet. “I know. I just have a question.” He took a breath. “Do you love her?”
“Excuse me?”
“Charlotte. Do you love her?”
“I love her as if she was my own.”
“Ok, good. Please don’t tell Becca what I’m about to tell you. I want to tell her myself.”
*~**~*
The Steelers have a pretty good record coming in before Chris’s suspension. They had already secured a playoff spot but were now aiming for clinching the division. This game against the Bengals were crucial. One win and they had their first division title in almost four years. Chris arrived at the final practice before the game to observed as he had the last two weeks. He made sure that Josh was prepared, going over game tapes and plays. As he pulled over his sweater, Coach Tomlin yelled through the locker room. “EVANS! OFFICE! NOW!”
“Fuck me,” he mumbled as he shot a look at Sebastian and Anthony.
“Whatcha do now?” Anthony asked.
“Breathe? Who the fuck knows? Maybe Rooney is offended that I changed body wash,” Chris deadpans.
“I wasn’t going to say anything Evans, but I have the new bodywash an improvement,” Sebastian quips.
“Ah fuck off Stan,” Chris says with a chuckle as he makes his way to the head coach’s office. “You wanted to see me sir.” Chris notices that Coach Ben is also in the office.
“Take a seat.” Tomlin shuffles some papers on his desk. “We got a call from San Francisco.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, they are interested in trading for you. They heard about your benching and want to bring you on next season.”
“Oh well, I mean, I don’t really have a future here anymore.”
“About that.” Tomlin stood up from his chair and moved to the front of his desk. “I talked to Rooney and let him know that this needs to end. You are one of the best rookie quarterbacks I have ever seen. You were pro ready. I haven’t seen talent like this since Ben here.”
“I’m honored sir, really.”
“You should be. But the next time you are not dressed for practice. you will be fined.”
“Excuse me?”
“Go dress. You will be playing on Sunday. We have a championship to win. Dismissed.”
Chris walked out in a daze with Ben. “Is this really happening?”
Ben clapped his back. “The entire coaching staff basically threatened to quit if they traded you. You did nothing wrong except fall in love. You have been punished enough. Get ready and get warmed up. Need to shake that rust off of that arm.”
“Yes sir.” Chris jogged back to his locker.
“Chris, what did they want?” Sebastian asked.
“I’m playing. San Francisco called to ask about a trade and the coaches lost it. Rooney caved and I’m playing. So, I gotta change and get out there.”
“I knew it would work out in the end,” Anthony said. “Had faith the whole time.”
“Right, what was it you were saying a few days ago? Something about Chris being the biggest idiot of all time.”
Chris raised his eyebrow at Anthony. “What? I mean you almost gave all of this up for a girl.”
“Not just a girl. My soul mate.”
*~**~*
Rebecca came into Chris’s house later on that night, throwing her keys into the bowl by the door, shaking the cold rain off of her. “Babe! Monkey! I’m home.”
“Momma!” Charlie ran over to her mom and Becca lifted her up for a hug.
“Hi Monkey! How was your day?”
“It was good. We learned the numbers and I’m practicing in my workbook. Daddy is making dinner. He says we have a cell-bration tonight.”
“Oh do we? Well, let me see what I can do to help.” She carried Charlie back to the kitchen where Chris was stirring something. “Hey baby!”
“Hey Angel!” He leaned down to give her a kiss.
“Whatever you are making smells amazing.”
“Short ribs and mashed potatoes. Like 20 minutes.”
“Sounds good. Do I have time to change or…”
“Go, relax. I’ll have a glass of wine for you when you’re done.”
“This is why you are my favorite boyfriend.”
“Excuse me? I believe I am your only boyfriend.”
“Yeah, in my mind, I am also mentally dating Sidney Crosby and the guy who plays Thor.”
Chris turned to Becca with a predatory glare. She takes a step back. “Oh really.” He takes a few steps towards her. He cages her in. “Can those guys do this?” He leans down and kisses her right behind her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
“Chris, I…”
“Or this?” He lets his fingers drift under her skirt. He looks to see Charlie and grins to see the little girl preoccupied with Dodger. He turns back to Becca as his fingers skate over her mound on top of her underwear. She moans low. “So wet already love.” He pulls back.
“Shit, Chris.” She grabs the countertop to steady herself, her knees ready to give out.
“That’s what I thought.” He kisses her softly. “Later love. But go get relaxed. I have some news I want to share, and dinner is almost ready.”
Becca left the kitchen in a daze, heading up to their shared bedroom. With all the changes they were anticipating, Becca had put her house on the market. She and Chris worked on getting Charlie’s room ready. Becca had a lot of her clothes here since this was where she and Charlie now spent the most time. She washed her face and changed into some leggings and one of Chris’s hoodies, the air now chilly and crisp in mid-December.
Heading downstairs, she watched as Chris got Charlie in her booster. “Ok, I’m comfy. Where is my wine?”
Chris chuckled and handed the large goblet with red wine. He took his own beer. “Cheers love.”
“Cheers.” She sat in her place with Chris at the head of table. He served and they started to eat. “My god baby, this is amazing.”
“Its yummy daddy.”
“Thank you, ladies.” Chris swallowed his mouthful. “So, I got called into Tomlin’s office today.”
“Really? Good or bad?”
“Well San Francisco called about that trade we talked about.”
“Well, that’s out of the bag.” Becca took a sip of her wine. “What did Tomlin say?”
“That I would get fined if I showed up at practice again not dressed.” Chris smiled with a twinkle in his eye as he watched Becca let the words sink in.
“Does that… you mean… you’re playing?”
“One PM Sunday babe. Was wondering if maybe my favorite girls will come out and watch me play?”
Becca leaped up and sat on Chris’s lap and hugged him. “Baby I am so happy for you.”
“Thank you, Angel.” He sighed as he breathed in her scent. “Apparently, the entire coaching staff was pissed about the call, and they all went to talk to your dad.”
“I hadn’t heard a thing. I’m so excited for you.”
“Me too Angel.”
They finished up dinner and cleaned up. Chris took Charlie up to bed for a story and cuddles, with Dodger hot on his heels, while Becca washed the dishes. Chris came down and wrapped his arms around Becca. “I’m gonna splash and get all wet Chris.”
“I like it when you’re wet.”
“Chris!”
“What? Charlie is out for the count. And there is a reason why we put her in the far bedroom Angel.” He started to kiss her neck. When he couldn’t reach the skin he wanted because of the hoodie, he grasped the bottom and lifted it over Becca’s head. She just had a cotton camisole underneath, and he could see that her nipples were peaking. “Cold or horny Angel?” he asked with a smirk.
“You better touch me Chris.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll give you blue balls.”
“That’s evil Angel. Are you my fallen Angel now?”
“Fallen? Not yet.” She let her hands trail down his chest and under the elastic of his sweats. “But I could be.” She dropped to her knees and pulled him free. She pumped him with a few strokes as she looked up at him. His beautiful ocean blue eyes were blown dark, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Becca smirked before taking just the tip in her mouth and suckled on it.
“Fuck, Angel, that’s so good.” Chris tried to restrain himself from grabbing her hair and pulling her in. He hands gripped the counter behind him as Becca continued to bob up and down on his length. She pulled herself long enough to say, “Its ok baby. Take control.”
It was all he needed. He gathered her hair into a ponytail in his fist and used his other hand to guide her. “Just like that, Angel.” He wasn’t rough with her, just provided enough guidance to get her worked up as well. When he felt that familiar tingle, he pulled her away. She whined at the loss. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth Angel. Need to feel you around me when I let go.”
Becca smiled as he lifted her onto the counter. “But I gotta make you feel good first.” He reached for the waistband of her leggings and swiftly pulled them off. He got to his knees and kissed her legs, listening her to sigh in delight. As he got closer, she started to run her fingers in his hair, “Chris please.”
“So impatient my love. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” He placed a kiss right over the apex of her thighs and then let his tongue taste his beloved. She keened and mewled as he began to work her opened. As she thought it couldn’t get better, Chris ran a finger up her slit to collect some of the moisture building. “All for me?”
“Always. Its always for you,” she panted and then moaned as two fingers slipped into her. He curled into her, finding her special spot. He knew he had it when she jolted. He flicked his tongue back and forth on her clit as he continues to pump his fingers into her.
“Let go Angel. Let me drink you in.”
God this man was dirty. But his words did the trick. The fire that has been building in her belly spilled over and she cummed hard around his fingers. “Chris! Fuck!” She moaned.
“You always taste so good Angel,” as Chris rose to his feet, licking his fingers and then his lips. “I need to feel you now.”
“Hmm, yes you do baby,” she purred just as a flash of lighting lite up the house followed by a crash of thunder that shook the house. “Holy fuck! Where did that come from?”
“They predicted a storm,” Chris replied. “Just wasn’t expecting that.”
Then an alarming screech was heard from upstairs along with a loud bark. “Daddy!”
Chris sighed and pulled his sweatpants up. He grabbed a towel and cleaned his face as Becca laughed gently. “Welcome to fatherhood, baby.”
“We are not done Angel. See you upstairs and you better be ready.”
Becca let a mischievous smile cross her face.
“Yes daddy.”
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september 2016:
august 2020:
✨FINALLY✨
#sebastian stan#bucky barnes#wow it only took him four years hahahahhaah#look at cute baby seba and his beautiful momma#better late than never#'soon'#hahaha it makes me laugh so much i dont know why#but seriously tho#i would think about that comment constantly and wonder if he would ever do it#so im shocked
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Still knelt down, he scowled as he glanced up. "You can't be serious." He'd made a right nuisance of himself at the Countess' event the other night, teasing about the way she handled a few of the guests - among other things he'd done to press her buttons. Today, she'd called him to her quarters without an explanation. Sebastian had expected a lecture of sorts, but his pride sorely protested at what she came to ask him. "The lady of the house has courage, to request a devil over her knee."
The Countess Claudia Phantomhive was very serious about what she said. She has warned him once, she has warned him twice. There was no way to punish a demon in a traditional way. His mistress couldn’t cut off his salary, because he doesn’t care about money, she couldn’t even shoot him because the bastard was immortal…
But there was something she could do, something she WILL do.
The demon has got his pride to be hurt.
“Next time you will know how to behave.” Claudia approached the chest under the wall and took out something from it - a horse whip - then she sat on the chair.
“Pants down and come here! It’s an order! It’s for your good!”
The Watchdog whipped the flexible stick against own hand trying it. The sound visibly pleased her.
“I hate repeating myself, pet”
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I'm back of round 2 of being Momogan/Ainz mom, ( and is okay to add in if momma have demonic dragon legs if that's okay? ) And more Janeirv hc?? ( Is that how you spell his name? The blind guy )
1) Yes, you can. Go nuts my friend, just don't go too overboard with the 'go nuts' part, m'kay? :)
2) You mean Jirvcniv? He's not the blind guy, he's the emperor of the Baharuth Empire. I don't think currently there is any characters I know in Overlord that is technically blind. bwb
But you did spell his name close enough. NGL, his name is difficult for me to spell too //sobs
And I'm assuming you mean general HCs between the mama and Jirvcniv, but I'll also separate this with general HCs w/ him.
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So, I would say that you having these demonic dragon legs would intrigued Demiurge greatly about it. As he being demon and all.
Though, you are rather insecure about it. Because you are being more used to see yourself with more of an human figure.
Insert Demiurge confidence support line
Man ready to give out compliments like a machine gun, as well Cocytus, Aura, Mare, Shalltear, Sebas, Albedo.... Everyone in the Tomb of Nazarick is ready to be the confidence boost support line.
Though the dragon legs do give you more agility, kick strength, and the ability to withstand lava and other rough terrains.
Ainz would be a little relieved that all the attention of praising of his intelligence and superiority is now off his shoulder and could be a little bit more of himself now, but he keeps a close eye on the praised on you - so you don't get overwhelmed with the praises.
Although, I would like to mention that nobody questioned how fucking big Ainz is and that how dainty sized you are. That the logic of you birthing Ainz is impossible, like damn. How much of a stretching did you get? .-.
After visiting
Like I said with the blessed Wyld elven look, you got your dragon legs from an event on Halloween. Thanks to Ainz carrying you. It come from a form of between a necklace, crown, and ring. Highly sizable, depending how you want to wear the item. Though due to it being from an event, the skills it give out is lacking without any combined items...
For the demon part of the legs, I want to say that this item can be combinable as it's only a metal ring that isn't adorned with jewelry. You got the demonic part of the legs from Ainz after he had worded so many demon stones from a guild boss event long ago, and gave one to you as a Mother's Day gift because how pretty it was. Though the demon stones were only gifted for the top 100 guilds by points.
Your relationship with Jirvcniv is merely on professional standards. He doesn't see you anymore as a trophy wife or a pawn in his game once he released that you are far much stronger AND the mother of Ainz.
He both respects you and fear you, due to your status.
He wouldn't lie though, that he enjoys you visiting him time to time to either talk or play a few games of chess. Kinda just relaxes him from his duties as an Emperor.
Like everyone else, he easily falls into your words that everything is a plan for a much worse best fate for things
Personally, I think Jirvcniv thinks that his possible punishments for any failures or something like that would be lightened as he thinks he's your favorite human/friend(???)
Though, he does get highly stressed when you or one of your butlers sent in a word that you'll be coming over for a visit.
Everything MUST be perfect!
WHERE IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK?!
BRING IN THE MOST COMFORTABLE AND FANCY CHAIRS!!
BRING ME MY BEST CLOTHES!!
Bring me this, where is that, place that there, etc, etc. You get the drill.
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'Draconic ring:' Comes in a form of jewelry when equipped. When activated for use, the user's legs now transformed into dragon leggings. Now can have the ability to 'Fire Walk.' (Agility has been increased by +95%, ATK has been increased by +25%, Fire resistance by 125%)
'Demonic tears:' A combinable item that can increase the stats of a wearable item. Now can have the ability 'Soul Sucker.' CAN BE OBTAINED FROM THE 'DEMON LORD'S DEFEAT EVENT' AS THE TOP 100 GUILDS (Agility has been increased by 85%, Holy resistance by 125%, Life Leech increased by 110%, ATK has been increased by 90%, Fire resistance by 125%)
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Now for general/romanic HCs for him:
As a friend, he enjoys your presence. As he has at least somebody that can at least help him out and forget that he has duties as an emperor for a bit before going all "lookie here! I'm the leader doing all political and nonpolitical work I'ma gonna do!"
Romantically, I see him having you sitting on his lap to at least have his work not being unbearable to do, now his lover is with him.
Often times, I can't deny the fact that Jirvcniv seems the guy to be much more vulnerable when around very close friends or lover. Like, he drops the persona that he's a intelligent and calm ruler and more that he is very stressed and sometimes couldn't depend how far his intelligence can go. Like, man has limits on how far he can go.
He would honestly do anything to keep both parties happy, as technically they both functions as the rock for his stress and mental health.
Man big softie when alone with his partner, as he shows more vulnerability to his lover than his best friend.
Man CAN NOT cook
I mean it
He can't cook
So, expect him trying to cook for his lover w/ the kitchen set on fire and the cooks screaming
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I'll Do The Same {Din Djarin x OC} Chapter One: Silhouettes
pairing: mando/din djarin x female oc
warnings: none
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“Get up here, now, or I’m gonna have your head, Sai’Lya!”
Her head shot up, and the pain that followed from banging her skull into the top of the sleeping chamber ached immensely. Thell held her head, only for a moment; it was the only time she was allowed, before slipping her brown and gray garments over her head. Her tattered grey cloak was last, securing the gold pin tightly around her chest as she swung her legs over the chamber to slip her feet into her boots. Her toe was nearly sticking out through the front again; she would have to ask Miko for news ones, if he could afford to risk it.
Thell stumbled down the steel corridor, tying her hair into a knot to make herself look at least a bit more presentable. The hallways turned to a sudden stunning white that reflected the fancy interior of Bespin’s greatest business lord, Bleys Darand’s, mansion.
Thell had worked and lived with him for as long as she could remember. Her mother had been with her too, until the sickness that had ravaged Bespin for two years took her too, along with many of her friends. That had been over ten years ago. She was twenty nine now, nearly thirty, and twelve when her mother had passed. She had never known her father, and for the most part, she was alone. Miko, another servant in the adjacent building, was the only one she could scarcely call her a friend. He was a grumpy old man who only took pity on her because he had been fond of her mother.
That’s what it had been for years now; sympathy from others, for the people who she had come from, been born from. She herself had never been able to prove her own worth, and it was what she wanted more than anything else. For someone to appreciate her for her own self, her own spirit, to actually see her, and not someone she had been associated with.
Bleys Darand came into her view much sooner than she had expected, whirling around the corner so fast she had to skid on her heels to avoid crushing him.
“Where in the Maker have you been, girl?” He growled, tugging her forward with a harsh grasp on her arm. “I needed the entire room to be cleaned before my guests arrived, and you are twenty minutes behind schedule!”
Thell gritted her teeth and tried to stop the tears she knew were coming. She only looked away, nodded, and waited for him to release her.
“Insolent child,” came Darand’s harsh voice again. “I don’t see the reason in keeping you around if you can’t do the simplest of tasks. Don’t make me regret making that promise to your mother all those years ago.”
He shoved her forward, so hard her knees slammed into the smooth marble flooring, and when she raised her hands they were streaked with red. Thell waited until she had heard Darand move from the room until she rose to her feet again, dusting off her pants.
She hated the cleaning, the constant need to have everything perfect, when Darand already lived in the most perfect place in the galaxy. But the view was nice. For at least now, it would suffice.
The sun was rising, casting golden glows and beaming rays of yellow and orange across the cityline. Thell stepped closer to the window, closer and closer until she could let her fingertips rest against the glass, hoping, wishing, that one day she could fly past that swirl of clouds and sunshine and make it into that neverending void of space and stars.
. . . . .
The day had been lonely, like most. The other servants never made eye contact with her, wanted nothing to do with her. They knew the promise Darand had made her mother the night she died, wasting away from a sickness no doctor could cure.
“Please, momma.”
“You have to be strong, my star,” her mother whispered, her voice strained with sickness. “You have to be strong for me.”
Thell had been twelve at the time, and the pain of losing her best friend, her only friend, had not been made any easier. Watching her wither away for months, being forced to spend less and less time with her as Darand gave her more responsibilities.
But something was different that night, Thell could feel it. Her mother had told her stories of the Force, the Jedi, the thing that tied all living beings together. She wondered if she was feeling it, that mystical Force her mother had told her stories of late at night.
“Momma, please. I need you,” Thell begged, wrapping her small fingers tight around her mother’s thin arm.
Her mother’s arm came up, tucked a wandering lock of copper hair behind her ear.
“I’ll always be with you, Thell. You know that.”
Her mother tried to smile, even with her sickly skin and pale eyes.
“Momma... I don’t know-”
Footsteps echoed behind them, and Thell curled close to her mother, her eyes narrowing when she noticed Bleys Darand stepping into their chambers.
“Thell, step into the other room for a moment, please,” her mother said, but when she didn’t move, pressed, “Thell, now.”
With gritted teeth and teary eyes, Thell fled from the chamber, huddling on the opposite wall, the one that faced the window. She wrapped her hands around her knees and ducked her head down, letting the tears stain her garments. She could hear her mother and master speaking, but only faintly. She could only hear bits and pieces of their conversation.
She strained closer to the open doorway, pressing her ear against the corridor.
“You have to promise me that, Darand.”
“Seba, I...”
“You have to. She is the only thing I have ever loved. Too many children die in this galaxy because they don’t have people that care for them. I don’t care if you do not show her love as I did, but I need you to promise me that you will take care of her. I don’t want you throwing her to the streets as soon...”
The conversation drifted off, and Thell sniffed, bringing her ear closer.
“I have served your family since you were a young man. The least I am asking for is that you give her a home.”
“I.... I will.”
“I need you to promise me.”
Thell heard Darand sigh heavily. “I promise. I will take care of her.”
“I will be gone soon... I am thankful to know that.”
“That’s... another thing, I needed to speak about with you.”
Thell leaned against the wall, catching her breath as she swung the sack of cleaning supplies over her shoulder. It was nearly sundown, the end of her shift. She could relax, stretch her legs, maybe even take a walk around the artificial garden that sat atop Darand’s mansion.
Thell had just placed the sack of cleaning supplies back in their closet when she heard a loud, unnerving thump. Twisting her head the other direction, Thell’s eyes followed down the dark corridor, only lit by small yellow lamps. She waited, the only sound being her breath as she tried to slow her racing nerves.
“You’re just being stupid,” Thell whispered, trying to pluck up any courage she had.
Taking a small metal rod, meant for cleaning, in one hand, she tiptoed down the hallway, delicately placing one foot in front of the other. The hallway was quiet, almost dead silent save for the hum of the lights and air converters.
But someone was there, a large, shadowy figure standing like a statue at the end of the hall. She had blinked only for a moment and he was there, standing as stiff as a mop. Thell couldn’t see them clearly, not with the limited light, but they didn’t look like anyone who belonged in Darand’s mansion.
Her blood turned to ice, and something like panic rose in her veins. As slowly as she could, she turned on one foot, gently pacing back the direction she had come. Maybe, if he hadn’t noticed her walking forward yet, he wouldn’t bother her.
But something was wildly unnerving at having to turn her back to him. Especially when as soon as she started walking, she heard a loud clang on metal, like it was hitting the floor. Thell flinched, drawing her shoulders in, and dared a peek over her shoulder. Sweat was dripping down her neck now, past her eyes and under her shirt collar.
The stranger had stepped only a foot closer, however, Thell could see that they had placed their hand on their hip.
“Where is Bleys Darand?”
The deep voice, although modulated by a helmet, was like a punch in the chest for Thell. It was both confirmation that she wasn't going crazy and seeing people at night, and that someone was stupid enough to come after someone like Darand.
Thell turned all the way around, her hands shaking like she was holding a buzzing canister. She knew her options: obviously, this person was trying to kill or at least kidnap Darand, and would stop anyone who came in their way. And from the looks of it, this person knew their way around town.
But there was also the matter of who Darand was to her, the promise he had made to her mother over fifteen years ago. If he was killed, or taken, what would she be then? Cast out to the streets, made a slave to yet another master?
Dread prickled up her neck for both circumstances, but for once, she didn’t have to make the decision.
“Get down!”
Thell dropped to the floor, holding her hands over her head as a rush of blaster fire soared over her, explosions and sparks being thrown to each opposite end of the hall. There were footsteps around her on all sides, vibrating the floor beneath her shaking form and causing her to peak at the scene unfolding around her.
A body dressed in black, one of Darand’s guard, lay on the floor only a few feet in front of her. There were small bouts of flames on the walls, blaster marks on the white marble flooring, evidence of a battle not wanting to be won easily.
But there was no one else in the hallway. The mysterious man and the other guards must have fled down a hall, and relief surged through Thell’s body. But she scrambled toward the guard anyway, pulling him onto his back and shoving the mask off his face. He was still breathing, just barely, taking shaky, gulping breaths that made Thell realize the shot must have been fatal.
He tried to raise a hand, but it barely made it off the floor. His eyes were frantic, blood starting to gurgle from his mouth.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Thell hushed, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Man...” the guard wheezed, his eyes squeezing shut.
“I know.”
She had seen death before, seen it take away the one she cared most about, so she did not fear it. It did not make it easier, however, to know that this man was young, and suffering, and he would be dead in moments.
Suddenly she was back in real life, and something was being shoved against her hand: a blaster.
Blinking, Thell turned back to the man, whose scrunched eyes were directly on her.
“Take it,” he hissed.
Thell shook her head, knowing what a weapon of that power meant, what it could so easily do to someone in a second.
“No.”
“Take it!” The pressure of the blaster ceased as the man’s eyes rolled back, and he went limp against the floor, the weapon lying limp against Thell’s arm. There was a tear rolling down her face and she roughly wiped a sleeve against it, smearing the wetness. With trembling fingers, Thell closed the man’s eyelids, and placed her hand over his forehead, closing her own eyes.
“Udesiir,” she whispered, just as her mother before her had done when staff members of Darand’s household had passed away. The last time she had spoken the word was over fifteen years ago, and it felt just as raw.
She grabbed the blaster, stumbled away from the dead guard, and fled the opposite direction down the hallway.
The hallways were quiet, but littered with the marks of blaster fire and struggle. Windows were smashed through, letting in a more than chilly breeze that ruffled Thell’s cloak. Glass crunched under her shoes, and she made her way carefully, slowly through the halls, holding the blaster out in front of her. But as far as she could tell, no one else had been killed, and no one else but the guards that had chased after the man knew that he was here.
The hallways were silent until she rounded a corner, and came into the main living area that Darand spent most of his time in. This section was unharmed, looking as clean as she had left it, but something was off. The holo was on, showing scenes from a holodrama that Darand loved to watch. But from where she could see at her position at the edge of the wall, no one was in the room.
So she inched forward, holding the blaster out in front of her, twisting her head to look in every possible direction for an attack. Thell came closer, rounding the circular white couch that encompassed most of the room. Her goal had been to turn off the holo, probably left on by another servant or Darand himself, but her gaze had been glued to the center of the couch.
It was only when she had stumbled back, smacking her backside into the marble floor from the pure shock, that she could see clearly what was sitting on the couch.
It was some small, green alien, no taller than a foot high, from his position on the couch. If it even was a he. He was dressed in a bulgy tan robe that covered his feet and most of his three toed hands. Long, expressive ears stuck out from the side of his squashed head, and large black eyes stared back at her from his spot. From here, she could see wisps of light hair on his head, but he nearly looked bald. He was the strangest, but nearly cutest, creature Thell had ever seen.
And he was watching the holodrama. Even holding the remote in his tiny green hand.
So Thell let the blaster fall to her side, swallowing hard so she could speak without trembling.
“Um, hello.”
The small thing tilted its head, made a small squeaking noise, and directed its attention back to her. Thell’s jaw dropped.
“You’re just a kid,” she whispered to no one in particular, stunned.
So Thell stood slowly, letting her hands open so the child could see that she was unarmed.
“Hi, little guy,” she said softly, gently kneeling down in front of him. He tilted his head again, his ears twitching at her words. “Where did you come from?”
He made a soft noise again, and his nose twitched, like he was trying to say something. And Thell was ready to speak again when she heard a loud yell down one of the adjacent hallways. Her head shot up, and she expected to see that strange man walk in through the corridor. But it seemed she had some time.
Thell looked back at the child. “Come on, little guy. I need to get us somewhere safe.”
When it didn’t seem like he would object, Thell pulled him against her chest and rose to a standing position, going to grab her blaster. She had just bent down to grab it when she heard that familiar metal clang on the floor, and that same deep voice.
“Put him down.”
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In another post Eddie seemed to share Ambrose's drunkeness because of their contract and stuff, but what about Momma Sebastian and Ambrose? Are they connected considering he came from part of her?
Hi, anon! @bapydemonprincess and I discussed this while we were writing that roleplay, and part of it boils down to the individual demon’s power. Due to the contract, Eddie is highly sensitive to Ambrose’s emotions and physiological state, and this condition is further heightened when they fall in love. However, Eddie has difficulty controlling this because their demonic powers are relatively weak. This is why Ambrose’s intoxication “spilled over” to them, even though Eddie didn’t drink that much!
Sebastian shares a similar connection with Ambrose and Aarushi, but our trash demon is much better at controlling this bond due to his enhanced abilities. Sebas generally can pick up on his kittens’ emotions, and he can also locate them when the need arises, but he can tone it down to avoid becoming overwhelmed. It’s a bit like changing the volume on your laptop or phone--Sebastian is better able to adjust the intensity of the connection than Eddie. That’s how Bassy knew where to go when Ambrose took ill in our oneshot. I think this would probably be a common bond shared between most demonic parents and their offspring.
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Chased (5/1/2020)
So I got off from a quad bike (white and green) that my mom's bf was riding, and head into a huge school with an empty, kinda torn out plastic bag. 2 girls (josefina? And other) approach me and ask me about the bag I think. I enter the building, talk to other acquaintances (cande from primary school) and head to a set of stairs in one of the 4 corners of the building, they looked like a version of my apartment stairs, a little bit more yellow and with a lot of natural light coming in. There, a momma cat with 4-6 kittens were hanging out, they were nursing and eating cat food on the floor, and besides them there was lila (one of my first cats) who was supposed to be daughter of this other cat. The mother had a purple diamond (rombo) on her forehead with a green v below it and 6 dots above, 3 on each side of the shape, I don't remember seeing her eyes open. The kittens were all yellow/orange, they seemed to be just opening their eyes, 1-2 weeks old (according to google). I pet Lila first, she growls as a reaction but recognizes me and pushes into my hand for more pets, mother does the same and the kittens seen to be following my hand. I ask someone to take care of them (cande again? Seba? Idk) and go up a floor: there are 2-5 ppl in sight, wrong floor, I go down and find that the cats aren't there, so I go down to the next floor. Seba is with a bunch if people smiling and chatting while petting these kittens. I panic bc they might steal it or hurt them by accident. I take them and ask the girls (that I asked b4 to take care of them) to grab them and follow me. I have 3 or 4 in my hands while on another set of (wider) stairs, and I look at the adult cats just sitting there among the crowd, looking at me, I signal them to follow me. Then a blonde woman approaches with a wooden plaque with the ace flag painted on it (or at least the colors) while grabbing something from my hands, we exchange items one or 2 more times, and in the panic it seems that I've lost a kitten, the girls aren't responding and I need to leave. I don't know where did all of them end up.
Next thing I remember is getting up to the highest floor (hallways that also function as a square balcony surrounding the building, like uni). There isn't as much light here, and the color scheme is darker (with deep greens n stuff). I sneak up and see a cloaked figure with a scythe approach a young man (which was telling something to him) and chokes him. Death is unstoppable. I keep sneaking, but half assed bc I have a lot of time to live, right? But why was that guy killed then? Death spots me and chases me. I enter a chapel in the building and go sit down at the 3 pew (?), and death is sitting beside me. He's relaxed, sitting with his hands on the back rest thing ?? And with his right foot on his left knee, his sleeves are rolled up and he kinda looks like Mathew McConaughey. I make a desperate promise to find the kittens I think? if it meant I keep being alive, he declines while smiling and another guy, some sort if authority figure but bellow death chimes in (he looked like James Corden but tanner, used lucky Luciano's clothes but they were blue-ish). I stand up, scared, and hurriedly leave the chapel. Death also stands up and "james" goes after me. I leave and enter another room, some sort of lab. They manage to enter but I'm already out the window and on a blue tiled roof, which they can't get to. "James" says "well, better call the firefighters" while I start walking away on the roof. Eventually, it connects to the floor, and he's chasing me. I try to hide between the bushes and trees beside an entrance on a street corner, he asks if I'm doing that in a mocking tone. Redo, I'm going down the roof and a robotic looking blonde woman in a green (dark, kinda blue) pencil dress is chasing me this time; I try to sneak around the trees and turn around the corner, I walk and enter a bare bones pastry shop, and try to hide. The only person there is the clerk ("blocked and reported" vine guy) that seems to be kinda stoned, I apologize for almost going off limits of the shop but I'm being chased, he says it's alright/normal. I peek towards the front of the shop (all glass) and see the woman walk straight past. He says she's not looking for me but for them, and she will come back to double check. I sneak behind a "counter" (same as my mom's old hallway counter), and she enters. He starts talking and I sneak out while he's saying something. The door to the corner is open and I hop in. I hear screams from the pastry shop. There are a lot of woc in the building I'm in, and I feel kinda protected. I ask them what to do, call 911. I try to dial it but something's stopping me, instead I tipe something along the lines of "180mi- 911" and other letters/numbers and it goes to a Chinese line I think, static sounds. I hung up, why didn't it work? What's the number?? "Just 911". I call saying there are screams n shit, and there might be drugs involved... tbh I don't remember exactly what I said. I feel like someone after me again. I go to the bathroom and try to lock me there, the door won't lock/hold, the lights flicker. I look at the mirror, scared, then focus on the door again
Woke up
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july2019
1. a beacon school - glue
2. pixx - hysterical
3. tusks - be mine
4. hibou - inside illumination
5. the darling fire - in twilight
6. versing - entryism
7. hatchie - her own heart
8. melby - reject
9. gurr - bye bye
10. dude york - falling
11. bedouine - dizzy
12. 宇宙ネコ子 - like a raspberry
13. sipper - metric
14. bellows - housekeeping
15. vagabon - flood hands
16. sacred paws - how far
17. palehound - bullshit
18. lucy dacus - forever half mast
19. frankie cosmos - windows
20. snail mail - the 2nd most beautiful girl in the world
21. jay som - superbike
22. pinback - roji (roshomon effect)
23. momma - apollo
24. haybaby - monster
25. mauno - vampire
26. stef chura - all i do is lie
27. bad bad hats - wide right
28. mammoth penguins - i wanna
29. whenyoung - pretty pure
30. alomar - hey alexa
31. jack m. senff - old days
32. bad heaven ltd. - 100
33. american poetry club - sad song 7
34. elton john cena - rat poison
35. fresh - new girl
36. big nothing - honey
37. proper. - a$ap rocky type beat
38. mush - asphalt
39. thrice - in this storm
40. jorne - blink
41. overo - pact
42. canyons - storing light
43. the aquabats! - doing science!
44. blink-182 - generational divide
45. ogikubo station - spend some time with me
46. silversun pickups - bag of bones
47. foster the people - imagination
48. two door cinema club - satisfaction guaranteed
49. fractures - reset
50. spinn - shallow
51. cehryl - dead knot
52. meernaa - thinking of you
53. pronoun - you're not trying at all
54. sufjan stevens - love yourself
55. julien baker - conversation piece
56. florist - time is a dark feeling
57. meiko - i'm ok
58. billie marten - cartoon people
59. gretchen pleuss - everybody's pretty
60. joan shelley - coming down for you
61. molly burch - only one
62. gia margaret - figures
63. hannah cohen - build me up
64. lady lamb - little flaws
65. field medic - hello moon
66. (sandy) alex g - gretel
67. katie dey - stuck
68. milkoi - hina
69. couple n - lovely space
70. happy kuru kuru - hello! my universe
71. yung bae - what you need
72. tempura kidz - ukiyo
73. taichi mukai - 声が聞こえる
74. kirinji - killer tune kills me
75. aseul - fade away
76. paellas - horizon
77. boa - feedback
78. wjsn - my type
79. little glee monster - baby baby
80. moumoon - ハートビート
81. kana-boon - new brand
82. the peggies - dive to love
83. sonoko inoue - わっしょしょいしょい
84. ペンギンラッシュ - アンリベール
85. mitsume - ふたり
86. lite - clockwork
87. mono - vanishing, vanishing maybe
88. majiko - scratch the world
89. seira kariya - zawa make it
90. rocoberry - my face is red
91. riri - luv luv
92. eill - succubus
93. dounia - zero
94. kiana ledé - can i
95. raveena - nectar
96. tei shi - a kiss goodbye
97. seba kaapstad - rfre
98. yuna - pink youth
99. jean deaux - anytime
100. dizzy fae - love on you
101. miraa may - angles
102. weslee - london love
103. your smith - wild wild woman
104. ingrid michaelson - missing you
105. sg lewis - throwaway
106. carlie hanson - cigarettes
107. shura - religion (u can lay your hands on me)
108. daya - left me yet
109. aether - save me from you
110. kainalu - folds like origami
111. goldroom - i can feel it
112. cloudnone - chasing daylight
113. lane 8 - i / y
114. ghost data - t o m i e
115. the faint - quench the flame
116. saro - justify
117. boerd - little else
118. manatee commune - famous
119. kim petras - clarity
120. bts - dream glow (feat. charli xcx)
121. mark ronson - pieces of us (feat. king princess)
122. misogi - nsx runaway
123. instupendo - cinderella
124. saib - whale call
125. another silent weekend - par avion
126. oatmello - mirage
127. swum - crush
128. night tempo - aoyama killer street
129. city girl - won't you wait?
130. aurora - a different kind of human
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/01hHJWR23s6p3bh1O4kd0C?si=CO6KqCk-Q4e4BN29D3J9bA
#i apologize this is so long but...there's so much good music this summer bitxh!!#mae makes playlists#mine
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the dates. (ft commentary by jess and chris)
Jess 💜👸🏼: logan and alexa were having a GREAT TIME until she shoved a lady bug in his face *and cue the dramatics* he jumped on a table. she laughed. he finally calmed down in time to try zip lining. she put a lady bug in his harness and half way across the line he felt it crawling down his leg and he cried.
Christine: And she said something like “i’m only trying to help you combat your fear” as he was yelling on the way down and then followed on the zipline. And Sebas and Josie had a great time. They spoke cause he’s a talker. He told her he was a legit momma’s boy back home and his mom did everything for him and now he lives alone and his momma calls him all the time to make sure he’s eating right. Told her that he really wasn’t kidding about the saints. Told her that he does want to have children because he comes from a big family. Told her that he makes a kick-ass taco. Teased and told her that he low key carried the team because you couldn’t be this good looking and not a momma’s boy.
Jess 💜👸🏼: logan eventually, through gritted teeth, let himself enjoy the rest of the date with alexis. they enjoyed their meal and he asked her to speak to him in latin again and of course, she continued to mock him endlessly but he thought it was sexy and she was saying stuff like ‘what a strong, handsome man you are’. josie told seb about living in new york and how she’s worked as a waitress for years. told him about the cooking skills she’d picked up along the way and promised to cook him dinner one of these days. told him about how her grandparents raised her and her older brother after her parents both died when she was a baby. told her about how much she loved her older brother and the family he has now, she’s the best aunt according to herself. corrected him when he said he carried the team, made sure he knew it was her answering and not his confession that won them the date.
Christine: she literally mocked him till no end, until they reached the end of the date and finally confessed. that she had in fact been lying the entire time and instead had talking about the walls, the animal that passed by. that one time she actually compared his face to a dogs anal gland but she enjoyed their date and she enjoyed teasing him and she hoped in his heart, way underneath all that love he held for himself, he could forgive her and offered a hug promising that there would be no lady bugs this time. seb told her that he was a teacher back at home, and he enjoyed working with children. He told her he couldn’t wait to eat whatever she could whip up and realized they were both really family oriented. (WOW. Perf match, dat you?) Finally, he gave in and was like “right, right. you win. now hopefully we can win these 1 million dollars.”
Jess 💜👸🏼: logan SHOOK HER HAND bitch he aint hugging you
Christine: LMFAO. IM CRYING.
Jess 💜👸🏼: SHE COMPARED HIS FACE TO THE ANAL GLAND OF A DOG!!!!! THE MAN IS CRYING
Christine: LMFAOOOO SHE WAS JOKINGG
Jess 💜👸🏼: he goes straight to the confessional booth like ‘THIS IS ABUSE I AM BEING ABUSED I WANT TO GO HOME I WANT TO SEE MY DOG I AM TOO PRETTY FOR THIS SHOW’
Christine: she’s at those street confessionals like “i was kidding. i didn’t think he’d take it that hard? i was only… trying.. to humble him… anyway, i apologized, i literally came out with the truth and apologized. but, i think this is death for him? is it? somehow he’s going to come out stronger from this. i know it.” LMAO
Jess 💜👸🏼: he wakes up tomorrow and asks her to forget his ‘moment’ he’s fine today and he had a nice time with her and would love to do it again some time but no more latin.
Christine: alexa agreed they had a nice time, she promised to forget his moment and also promised no more if she was allowed to say one one final thing in latin and translated it immediately after: you and your fear of lady bugs are, in fact, very cute.
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Get It Right (14/?)
Sebastian Stan/Reader
A/N: So this is like pure fluff. Some good stuff is coming! I mean, maybe, actually I don’t really know. I will let you guys know right now though. I’ve been experiencing major writers block for this story. I’m doing my best to work through it but updates may slow down significantly. I’m really sorry! I hope I can figure it out soon because I really like this couple but I’m just not sure. If you guys have any suggestions or requests of something you want to see with this couple I would love to hear it! Also just, thank you so much for reading, I’m feeling very sappy at the moment and I’m just very thankful that you guys are so supportive! Anyways I’m going to shut up now, I hope you like it!
(last part)
“G’morning babe” Seb mumbles when I stretch out next to him.
“Good morning” I sigh “What time is it?”
“Like 10:30. Why?”
“Seb, I have something to tell you” I say while rolling to face him
“That sounds ominous, what’s up?” He rubs my arms soothingly.
“So, um I have this song coming out today and it’s about you, I mean what else is new. But I thought we could announce our relationship around the time the song is released. I want people to know that the song’s for you” His smile grows as I talk to him and as soon as I’m finished he presses his lips to mine.
“I’m so glad you’re ready to announce this” he says when he pulls away. “Do you have a plan for how? Like social media? Are we doing a random exclusive interview? A papwalk?”
“I was thinking instagram, we could use those pictures we took the other day”
“Sounds perfect, and I know just the caption” he says before pecking my lips.
“What is it?”
“It’s a surprise” he tells me with a wink.
“Sebbb” I whine. “Please, I need to approve”
“As if I’d do anything you didn’t approve of” he clutches his chest in mock offense.
“Oh I know you would. Pleasssse?”
“I’ll show you before I post it, but I’m gonna make you suffer for a few hours”
“Seb that’s so rude!” I yell throwing a pillow at him “If you’re going to tell me anyways why not just tell me now?”
“‘Cause you’re so damn cute when you’re upset” he boops my nose to prove his point. I quickly push his hand away and get out of bed with the groan, mumbling curses at him as I make my way to the bathroom. I decide to take a quick shower since my hair is sticking in all directions. When I get out and make my way to the kitchen I find that Sebastian made breakfast.
“Do I smell bacon?” I ask excitedly while wrapping my arms around him while he cooks.
“Yes ma’am” he points his spatula towards the plate covered by a paper towel. I quickly unwrap myself from him and bounce over to the plate to grab a couple peices. “You’re supposed to wait until everything’s done” he says with an eyeroll
“Okay, grumpy” I recover the plate before hopping up to sit on the counter.
“I’m not grumpy” he turns to face me after turning the stove off.
“You sound grumpy” I reply with a smirk.
“I’m not” he runs him hands up the sides of my legs while stepping to stand in between them.
“Oh, I get it. You’re not grumpy, you’re horny” I tease while moving to rest my arms on his shoulders. He quickly slaps my lower back/butt with his right hand. “Um, ow?”
“Stop being mouthy” he says seriously.
“Oh honey, mouthy is what I do best” I raise my eyebrows testingly. This earns me another slap in the same spot. I expect this one so I’m able to control myself enough to not wince or jump.
“Are you done”
“Sebby I’m just getting started” I flash a smile and pull at his hair gently before pulling his lips down to mine. It’s a hungry kiss, all teeth and tongues and roaming hands. That is until my stomach decides that it’s too hungry for this and lets out an angry grumple. I immediately throw my head back in laughter and Sebastian rests his forehead on my shoulder while giggling. “To be continued” I promise him with a quick peck before moving to grab another piece of bacon.
Sebastian made, what I call, garbage eggs. Which means that you take whatever you can find in the fridge and mix it in with your scrambled eggs. His mostly contained peppers, onions, cheese, mushrooms and hash browns.
“This is really good, Seb. It reminds me of camping”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I used to go camping with my mom family all the time and this is always what we had for breakfast”
“That’s sounds fun, and delicious”
“It was” I’m suddenly nostalgic for my home and I end up chugging half of my orange juice to avoid any tears.
“Hey, are you okay?” Seb asks, noticing my change in mood.
“Yeah, yeah I’m good. I guess it just kinda hit me that I’m moving here and I’m not going to be able to see my family as much as I’m used to”
“I know, it’s hard. But it’s going to be okay. There’s always facetime and phone calls and you can go home and visit whenever you have time off” he reassures me while rubbing his arm along my arm.
“Right, it’ll be good” I say, reassuring myself more than anything. We finish breakfast in a comfortable silence before Sebastian takes the dishes to the kitchen. I stick by the table a few extra minutes to check my phone for any important updates. My manager sent me an email to confirm that the release time hadn’t changed and asking if I told Sebastian yet. I quickly typed my response before seeing a text from my mom.
Momma!: How’s NYC treating you?
Shit, hey remember when I said I left out the whole Sebastian thing when I told my family about going to New York. Yeah, welp, this is gonna be great.
Me: It’s good! I really like it here. There’s something I need to talk to you about can you call me when you have a chance?
Within a couple minutes my phone lights up with an incoming call
“Hey, Mom”
“Hey honey, what’s up?”
“So uh well I really like New York so I think I’m going to move here. I actually found a place that is really nice and I went and saw it and everything. So, yeah I guess that’s happening” I shake my head at myself, frustrated that I can’t just speak my mind.
“That’s, wow, I’m happy for you. I can’t believe you decided so quick”
“Yeah, I guess it’s just one of those things that you know. And you know I need 4 seasons, LA would be too much sun”
“Right, is that all you needed to tell me? I was expecting something more urgent”
“Um, no that’s not all-” and that’s the moment Sebastian decides to yell from the kitchen, definitely loud enough for my Mom to hear
“Hey, babe, do you want to help me dry?”
“Hold on a second” I call back before tuning back into my mom asking who that was. “Yeah, okay that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. So remember when I went on Ellen and she surprised me by bringing Sebastian Stan on the show?”
“He’s the captain america guy right?”
“He’s Bucky, yeah sure. Anyways, um, we kind of started dating shortly after that” I stumble over my words, unsure of what her reaction will be.
“(y/f/n y/m/n)! And you’re just now telling me, your mother, this?”
“Yes” I say weakly “I just, I wasn’t sure how you would take it and I didn’t really know how this was going to turn out so I just wanted to wait until I knew for sure”
“And now you do?”
“Yeah, Mom, I really love him”
“Well then I guess there’s nothing for me to say. I’m happy for you, I can’t wait to meet him”
“Thanks Mom, I should go, I love you”
“Love you too”
I sigh once I hang up the phone, surprisingly happy with how that conversation went. Maybe she’s finally realizing that I’m growing up. I make my way into the kitchen to find Seb putting the last couple dishes away. I sneak up and hug him from behind, rocking us slightly.
“Hey, there. Sorry I interrupted your call, I didn’t realize you were on the phone”
“Nah it’s fine. I was just talking to my mom. I, uh, told her about us” he quickly turns in my arms to face me and rests his forehead against mine.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I realized that I should probably tell her before she just finds out from social media”
“Yeah she probably wouldn’t like that”
“Have you talked to your mom?”
“Yeah, I told her the other day when you said I could”
“Look at you, being on top of things” I tease, lightly brushing my lips against his
“I just can’t wait for you to meet her, she’s going to love you”
“God, I hope so” the thought of meeting Seb’s mom is terrifying.
“She will, I’m sure”
“Are we continuing now?” I ask, drawing a line along his cheek with my nose. I don’t get an answer, but Seb is quick to push my tight against the nearest wall.
“God, okay now I have to shower again” I say, trying to push Seb off me
“Noooo” he whines while hugging me tighter. “Stay”
“You could join me in the shower” I suggest with the hopes it will make him get up.
He pulls his head back to look me in the eye before speaking, “that’s a compelling argument, but I want to stay here” he tells me before laying his head back down by my neck. I simply sigh in defeat before wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Can we at least roll over? I can’t breathe”
“No” he mumbles into my skin.
“Seba, I can’t breathe” I try to emphasize.
“Yes you can”
“How do you know what I can and can’t do?”
“Because if you couldn’t breathe you wouldn’t be able to talk right now and I can feel you breathing”
“Okay, let me rephrase. It is hard to breathe”
“But you’re managing, and if I roll over you’re just going to run away”
“I won’t, scouts honor” I say with a mock salute
“You weren’t a scout” he says assuredly
“How would you know”
“I just have a feeling, am I right?”
“Yes” I grumble, “But seriously Seb, I won’t run away I promise. Please can we roll over?”
He groans before shifting his weight to roll onto his back, keeping his arms around me and pulling me with him. I can’t help but laugh at his awkward effort. I try to wiggle out of his hold but he keeps his arms tight around my waist. “You said you wouldn’t run away” he whines when he loses his hold on me.
“I’m not running away you dummy” I insist before I slide off his chest to curl into his side. His arm quickly wraps around my back to hold me closer. “See? This is better”
“Debatable” he shrugs
“Okay, well at least this way you won’t kill me”
“Yeah I guess that’s a plus” he tells me with a kiss to my forehead. He rubs small circles on my back while I trace imaginary designs on his stomach. We stay in a comfortable silence for awhile until I almost fall asleep.
“Okay, I need to get up” I say while sitting up from his grasp. He moans in protest and I see that his eyes are closed. “Sebby wake up” I coax with small kisses up his chest.
“I don’t wanna” he mumbles back.
“Come on, we need to shower” I straddle his hips while I kiss up and down his jaw
“Why?”
“Well you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m going to. And I thought you’d like to join me”
He slowly peeks one eye open to look at me before fully opening his eyes. I quirk my eyebrows at him in question before rolling off him and making my way to the bathroom, consciously swaying my hips extra. I make it into the shower and am halfway through washing my hair before I hear the curtain shift and Seb steps in. I turn to face him wrapping my arms around his neck before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “You made it”
“How could I refuse?” he smirks.
(next part)
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#Review #FF #Fantasy By Momma Becky-- Sweet, sexy, and whimsical
Great series starter! Easily read in one sitting, Ninia Sebae is well-written and drew me in from the very first page. Angela is so innocent but can't deny her attraction to the stranger that started in her dreams. I don't want to give spoilers, but the secrets revealed about Ninia's identity are just perfect for this tale. Luckily, it's easily read in one sitting because you won't want to put it down.
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