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scoutswritingcorner · 2 months

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Formal Disappearance

Alastor x GN!Reader

TW: None

Song(s) I was listening to: Head Over Heels/Broken by Tears for Fears

A/N: I want more flustered Alastor guys. If I have to make it so be- Let me fluster the deer man.

Alastor looked around the room as Charlie explained her new “bonding exercise”, his gaze sweeping over the crew that was all here..Something was missing- No, someone was missing from the gathering. His sweet Doe was missing, how did he not notice this earlier? In fact he hasn’t seen you all day. The last time he saw you was last night when you were hiding your reddened face as you laughed at his joke. His ever wandering eyes snapping towards Husk causing the old tom cat to flinch and bristle up causing his smile to flicker for a second, before grinning wider. Oh, he knew something. “Husker, my dearest friend, do you have something to share with me?” Alastor tilted his head as he turned to face the bartender.

“Me? Nope, I don’t have anything to say.” Husk responded not meeting his eyes. Alastor’s eye twitched as his ears fell back against his head, his clawed finger tapping on his cane. His patience was running thin, he hated being apart from you for this long. But he would never mutter it out to a soul, his pride was far too big for that. “Know what?” Charlie asked, smiling tensely, she hoped this wouldn’t turn into a whole thing. Alastor glanced at her but didn’t answer her as Husk flinched from his sharp gaze. “They had to go do something for their job.” Husk answered quickly causing Angel to smirk, “They looked smoking, Smiles. You should’ve seen them before they left.” The comment made Alastor snap his neck back towards Angel Dust who flinched and backed away muttering an apology.

“Oh! They had a huge formal event for their job today, that’s why they aren’t here right now. They had left early in the morning while you were doing a broadcast. They didn’t want to bother you but they said they left a note in your room.” Charlie explained clapping her hands together causing Alastor to hum loudly, so that’s what the note was for this morning. Well, what’s a few more hours without you by his side? He wasn’t desperate for your attention,

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It had been four hours (possibly even more) since you had been gone and Alastor was struggling to even be near the others, his temper was getting to him and he missed you oh so dearly. He missed your smile and how your voice seemed to travel through the hotel like one of his favorite songs. He couldn’t even focus on the paper in front of him, what was keeping you this long at this so called formal event? He let out a soft growl watching as his own shadow pulled his focus on the wall in front of him. A lovestruck smile on the pesky shadow as it pointed towards the foyer of the Hotel. He stared at the shadow with an eyebrow raised confused on why his own shadow was acting like this.

Then like a siren song piercing through the silence he heard your voice echo, “I’m sorry, Charlie. I didn’t expect it to take that long. I thought it would be an hour or two at best.” Your voice echoed down to the parlor causing him to immediately stand up from his spot on the armchair in front of the fireplace. His ears happily flickering as he heard your precious laughter echo after a few seconds of soft whispers. He hurriedly made his way towards the front foyer of the Hotel ignoring how his Shadow dashed after his long strides. If his undead heart could beat, it would surely be racing at this point just at the thought of seeing you after hours, his tense smile now becoming relaxed at hearing your voice.

Looking up from the bottle of water in your hand at the shadow of your boyfriend curling around your own before. “Dearest!~ There you are and here I thought you had run away fro-” His voice stopped suddenly like a broken record as he gazed at your form. How absolutely darling you looked all dressed up. How your outfit clung to you from the necklace you were wearing (specifically the one he had gotten you a few weeks back) complimented your whole outfit perfectly.

A dark red blush creeped up his neck to his cheeks as his ears laid back on his head. Noticing how you stared at him, a small smirk on your lips as you tilted your head. “What’s wrong, Dear? Don’t you like my outfit?” You teased, causing him to look away with a dark blush coating his cheeks and glaring at the wall as if it offended him. Angel snickered and turned his gaze back to Husk, “I think Smiles adores it a little too much, Toots.” An almost feral snarl leaving your Beau’s lips at hearing Angel point that out. You walked closer, holding your hand out to him. “Don’t worry, Dear. I saved one last dance for you.”

Alastor looked down at you, blush still prominent on his cheeks but he grabbed your hand and leaned down to kiss your knuckles, “Only if you’d have me, Cher.” He whispered out only for you to hear. A soft smile gracing your lips, you nodded at his request. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Dear.” He swore his tail was about to create a hole in his jacket from the way it wagged so fast, linking your arms together he walked you to another part of the hotel to dance the night away.

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muwapsturniolo · 2 months

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Summary: Chris goes into Ulta with his brothers and ends up meeting a girl

Warning: nothing really

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Chris was irritated.

Nick decided to drag him out of bed and have him go to Ulta with him, and because neither of them could drive, Matt was also dragged out of bed.

Together they make the trip to the orange and pink store.

They walk in and are immediately met with “Daydreaming” by Harry Styles, and a girl in their face. “Hi! Welcome to Ulta! Could I help you find anything today?” The three brothers are a bit shocked at how enthusiastic she is considering it’s 11:30 am.

“Umm…no?” The girl nods and walks away, but not before saying if they need any help to come find her.

"She is a bit too enthusiastic this morning," Nick states.

“Nick what the hell are we in here for?” Matt asks rubbing over his face. They definitely feel out of place in this store. Three guys in a store filled with a bunch of girls and makeup?

They stand out.

“I needed new skincare and I didn’t want to order it!” Chris rolls his eyes before following Nick around the store. As they are walking around, Chris sees a girl dancing with whom he assumes to be her coworker. They are next to a brand that reads Lancôme, getting down to the new song over the speakers. He smiles softly and chuckles to himself. With him watching her dancing, he accidentally bumps into Nick. Nick quickly becomes irritated, “Go walk around! Stop following me like a toddler!” Chris and Matt huff before walking away from Nick.

Matt ends up in the hair section while Chris walks over to their fragrances.

He smells a few, scrunching his face up and immediately putting them down. “Did you need any help?” He jumps and turns around in shock. His eyes land on a girl in black flared pants and a pink bell sleeve blouse. Her makeup is done to perfection and her curly fro is out and extra defined.

it's the girl who was dancing.

Her name tag reads Y/N.

“Umm…I’m not sure.” She cracks a soft smile and motions to the fragrances. “Well let’s start off with this. Are you shopping for someone else or yourself?” She walks a bit closer and Chris can smell the perfume she's wearing.

She smells of vanilla.

“I’m going to be honest, my brother dragged me in here. I’m just looking.” She laughs a little bit and Chris can feel his knees buckle.

“I see, well if you ne-Could you help me pick out a fragrance?” He spits out suddenly. She’s a bit caught off guard at the switch-up, but nods anyway.

“What scents do you like?”

“Umm… maybe like woodsy and spicy?” His statement sounds more like a question, but the girl runs with it. She shows him a few fragrances, which he shakes his head at. He begins to feel bad, feeling like he's wasting her time. He just finds her pretty and wants to find an excuse to talk to her.

“Sorry for being difficult.” She shakes her head at his apology.

“No no! You’re not being difficult at all! Finding a fragrance you like can be a bit difficult, I get it.” He nods and they continue. “Ok, so this is the Versace Eros. It has a bit of citrus scent since it has Italian lemon, but it’s more spicy than anything-” he zones out and focuses on her face.

She has on a full face of makeup but she looks gorgeous. He finds himself loving the blush she has on as well as her lipgloss. "Hello?" He snaps back into reality and apologizes. "Sorry," he takes the tester strip and hums.

“I think we’re getting closer. Can we smell a few more?” The girl nods and shows him a few more. “What's your favorite fragrance?” He suddenly asks.

“For me or for men?”

“Both.” She thinks for a few seconds before showing him the Burberry Goddess. “I’m a sucker for vanilla fragrances.” He smells the fragrance and eyes her, “is this what you're wearing?” She nods and he smirks.

"Well, you smell great." his flirtatious smile makes her turn away from him, her face getting hot. He chuckles and looks at the multiple Burberry fragrances behind the glass.

“Does Burb-I’m helping a guest in Fragrance.” She cuts him off by speaking through her earpiece.

“Did they need your help?” He asks her, not wanting to hold her up for a cologne he doesn’t even need. “Yes, but I don’t want to get on register. So please keep talking.” He laughs at her words.

“Ok well, what’s your favorite fragrance for men?” He continues the conversation.

“I love Paco Rabanne and the YSL fragrances!” He nods before looking to his right. “How about the Dior suave?”

He notices her lips pursing as she tries not to laugh, “what?” He questions in confusion.

“It's sauvage.” She corrects.

He runs his hands over his face in embarrassment “Jesus Christ I sounded like a dumbass.” She chuckles before shaking her head. “You’re not the first person I heard pronounce it wrong...plus that was cute.”

To avoid facing his embarrassment and her seeing him blush, he turns and sprays the tester strip. He ends up liking this one the most and nods. “I think I want this one.”

She frowns at his pick. Chris notices the frown on her face and quirks a brow.

“What? you don’t like this one?” He holds up the tester bottle.

“Honest opinion?”

He nods, “Don’t tell my manager I swore but, I fucking hate that fragrance. It’s so basic and overhyped! Almost every guy I know wears it. Have some originality. I would hate if the guy I was talking to wore it.”

Chris can’t help but joke with her, “What, so you wouldn't like if I wore it?"

“i-i mean i don't think it would smell bad on you." she nervously states. she was never good when it came to flirting, always awkwardly responding.

“Well, I want to make sure when I take you out I'm wearing a cologne that smells appealing to you."

She fights back the smile that wants to form on her face. before he can say anything to him, Chris continues.

"How about this. I’ll buy one of the fragrances you recommend for me if I can get your phone number.” Chris is a bit shocked at his own words. He'd never flirted this much in his life, but it's something about her.

Y/n stares at him with unreadable eyes.

She’s had guys ask for her number while at work but most of the time their girlfriends are with them, or they are shopping for them. She usually turns them down and goes straight to the backroom to gossip with her coworkers about it. But Chris was different, he didn't just flat out ask for her number, he technically asked her out.

Without saying anything, she walks away from him.

Chris stands in fragrance, baffled and scared. He rushes towards his brothers who are still in the hair section.

"We have to leave right now!" Chris urges. Both Nick and Matt look at him confused. "what wh-I flirted with one of the workers and she walked away from me after I asked her out! I came on pretty hard and I'm scared she's gonna tell her manager I'm harassing her!"

"You're such a fucking idiot!" Matt can't help but laugh at the whole situation. "Yes I'm an idiot! Matt stop laughing or I swe-" Chris is cut off by someone tapping his shoulder. He turns around and sees Y/n. he stares with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing.

"I think you would like this one." She holds up a red box, the words on it reading Ralph Lauren. his eyes land on the box before he looks back at her, "So you're not going to yell at me for harassment?"

"Harassment?"

"You walked away and I thought you were going to tell your manager or something that I was harassing you. I was trying to flirt."

She giggles at his anxious thoughts, "No. I just don't handle flirting well so I tend to look uncomfortable. And I walked away to get the keys for the fragrance lock. Did I not say that?"

Chris shakes his head, "No you straight up walked away." Now she looks embarrassed. "Sorry, I thought I told you what I was doing. I must have replied in my head." Chris relaxes at her statement and smiles. She notices the two other boys behind Chris and straightens up,

“Were you all done shopping?” it's almost scary how fast she switched back to her customer service voice. "Yeah, are you able to check us out?"

She walks them over to the salon register and signs in with her numbers. “Can I get a phone number?” The boys tense and eye each other.

“Do we have to?”

“No, that’s perfectly fi-it would definitely benefit you! You would earn points which is money off later and you get your coupons with a free birthday gift!” Y/n glares as one of her coworkers approaches them. The boys can see the annoyance of y/n face and watch the interaction. “Layla, do me a favor and stay out of my transaction.” Y/n snips back.

"I'm just trying to he-I’ll sign up,” Chris states. “Good!” The coworker looks at Y/n with a smug look on her face. “I’ll be sure to let Jenna know your loyalty percentage went up.” She walks away.

Y/n mimics her, mumbling under her breath. “I’ll be sure to let Jenna know! Fucking bitch.” A snicker catches her attention and she turns back towards the boys, a look of fright on her face. She forgot they were there and they might tell her manager about her vulgar language. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to do all-Girl you’re good. I probably would have cussed her out. I hated working retail.” Nick states waving her off. She visibly relaxes at his words.

“You guys don’t have to sign up by the way.” Chris shakes his head, “We don’t want you to get in trouble with Jenna.” His voice has a joking tone and she smiles softly.

Chris gives his phone number, signing up for the loyalty program.

Seeing her manager walk buy, she does the pitch.

“Did we want to sign up for the Ulta card? You would get 20% off and double the points. You were pre-approved and it says it would take off $90.” Nick goes to decline for Chris but he speaks up, “I’ll do it. Might as well save.” He does the signup and gets the Mastercard.

“Alright, you were approved for the Mastercard. You can use it anywhere such as a gas station, a grocery store, or even online, and still get double the points here.” She wraps up the transaction and packs their bags.

She grabs a pamphlet that has all the info about the card and quickly writes on it.

She hands Matt the bag and gives Chris the pamphlet. “Have a nice day, and thank you for shopping at Ulta.”

The boys thank her and start walking out the store.

As they are walking out Chris looks through the pamphlet, he sees a phone number in the corner and a little note.

“Wear the polo on our date.”

He chuckles to himself and climbs into the car.

“Thanks for dragging me out of bed Nick.”

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Random idea I came up with that I fell in love with 😭 I work at Ulta so this was a breeze to write. I fr wanna make this like a plot that yall can send in requests for! Let me know what yall think and send in requests if you think about anything!!!

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lipringlrh · 2 months

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YOU SAID YOU WERE IN LOVE, I’M NOT SURE YOU MEANT WITH ME THOUGH.

an: title from pretender by holden mcrae. hope you enjoy !! lmk every single thought 😁

pairing: logan sargeant x reader, oscar piastri x reader

wc: 1.4k

You were sat in a restaurant, a fancy one that you had chosen for the night, with Logan sat in front of you. You were sat at a rather large booth, which Logan thought was weird as it was only the two of you, and you’d usually head towards the hard-backed seats at the windows, neither of which were a feature for your choice today.

You had known him for as long as you could remember, and quickly became best friends, supporting him throughout his motorsport career and travelling everywhere you could with him.

However, you’d been hiding a secret from him, which was becoming harder and harder to keep and so you decided that you were finally going to tell him. You had invited him out under the false pretences of your normal friendship dates because otherwise you’d blurt everything out to him and there was never a good time for that.

Logan’s leg hooked around yours under the table, holding some physical contact, a move he had been doing since you both were teenagers. You smiled at him, trying gently to pull away, but failing when he just did it again.

“Are you okay?” Logan questioned, noticing how you had barely looked at him once throughout the time you had been together, “You’re quiet- you can tell me anything, you know.”

You nodded, finally meeting his eyes, and swallowing hard, “There is something, actually, that I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Logan hummed and subconsciously leaned forward, already engrossing himself in anything you’d have to say.

“I think I’m in love with-” you paused and noticed Logan’s body sagging down, with some sort of defeat, but ignored it, telling yourself you were reading into it too much, “- with- someone.”

“Oh? Someone?” his voice cracked and came out much higher pitched than he intended. He tried to sound excited, and it seemingly worked as it felt like you weren’t paying attention to him anymore, just frantic looking around.

You were both thrilled and nervous to continue, curious to how Logan would take it. Your voice came out shaky with frequent pauses yet still with an aura of enthusiasm, “You- you know him very well.”

Logan jumped up. It was the classic teenage boy line- everyone knew it. Surely you didn’t mean him, right? He was almost jumping up and down, giddiness running all through his blood. His smile was permanent, etched onto his face like a tattoo. You could see it from a mile away.

“I do?” he whispered. You noticed his smile and became more confident, ready to explode and tell him everything. Every feeling and moment that every made you smile, just as he was doing.

“Yeah. He’s a racer. Cute. Similar height to you. In F1 too. Similar-”

“A lot of similarities,” he butted in, radiating his joy around the room. For the first time ever, he was hopeful that he’d be able to tell you everything and know that everything he’s felt over the last almost decade was reciprocated.

He watched you laugh, scrunching his nose at how strained and unnatural it seemed, but ultimately blaming it on how nervous you must feel to admit it to him.

You didn’t say anything else, but Logan saw how you nodded towards the big glass windows. He turned around quickly, trying to see what you were nodding at, but couldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He shook it off and repositioned his gaze back onto you, who was still staring at your shoes and leg you had quickly untangled with his.

He kicked you playfully, grumbling about how you let go then watching another unnatural laugh come from you.

“Come on,” he teased, trying to get you to say what he wanted you so desperately to, “I think I know what you’re going to tell me. Just tell me, I know it’s reciprocated.”

You grinned for a moment, causing Logan to too, then dropping it.

“I-” you paused in your tracks, staring at the figure walking closer from behind Logan. Logan turned, seeing Oscar walk closer and closer, and waved at his friend, missing the way Oscar’s eyes were trained on you the whole time.

“Hi, mate. Listen, now might not be the best-” he stopped, staring at how Oscar just plopped down in the booth, right next to you, and his arm snaking around your waist with such ease and comfort, like he had done it millions of times before, “-time.”

He felt his heart stop and his breath hitch, both reflexes to stop him from throwing up. His eyes flicked around both of your figures, so close they had almost merged into one. The hand around your waist, the other on your thigh, the closeness to each other – all of it made him sick. His whole body went numb, except for his eyes which were so close to bursting a dam.

He blinked uncontrollably in an attempt to gain control of his body and eyes, and not showing how this affected him.

“This is what I wanted to tell you, Lo,” you smiled, your gaze on Oscar whilst his was on you, the whole time. You gestured between you, “I know that I should’ve told you, but it was all so quick. It hit me so fast, Lo. I really love him.”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you, mate. I just love her,” Oscar grinned, only flicking his eyes to Logan for a minute before returning to focus on you.

“No- no,” Logan chocked, his voice cracking and having to take a deep breath before continuing, “I’m happy for you both- really happy.”

You smiled so brightly, brighter than Logan had ever seen it, and he could feel himself breaking. He was slouching, unable to find the energy to sit upright, and he tried to focus on his shoes but after seeing you and Oscar play footsies, he found interest in the plain wood table instead.

“Me and my two favourite people,” you sighed, happily, giggling when you and Oscar locked eyes again, no longer paying attention to how everything you said seemed to attack Logan even more, “Let me head to the bathroom, quickly.” You jumped up, squeezing past Oscar and scurrying away, desperate to get back.

“Listen, Logan-” Oscar started, before being cut off by a sharp shake of Logan’s head.

“You knew I was in love with her,” Logan started, his eyes welling up but with no point in hiding it anymore.

“It just happened, I’m really sorry.”

“Does she know?” Logan whispered, trying to sound strong, but his voice cracking and becoming easier to tell he was about to cry.

“Know what?”

“That I’m in love with her- that you know I’m in love with her.”

“No,” Oscar mumbled, “I’m sorry it happened like this. It didn’t mean to happen- you know, it just did.”

“Right,” Logan sighed, his head resting on the table. Everything added up in his head, the recent secrecy, the looking around all dinner, the booth instead of a table for two and he felt it all in his stomach, “Why do you have to have everything?”

“I-”

“No. You have to one up me with everything, why with her too?” he sniffled, rubbing his head to try and think straight for a moment. He waited for a reply and got nothing, not even an apologetic look. “I’ll leave you both to it then,” he decided, grabbing his coat and standing up.

“Mate-” Oscar started then realised it was no use and watched Logan walk up, his feelings evident in every step.

You came back a minute later, squeezing by Oscar, immediately noticing one less presence, “Where’s Logan gone?”

“He said he wanted up to enjoy a nice date,” Oscar lied with ease, withholding any of Logan’s true feelings.

“Oh,” you uttered, disappointment evident. You had planned to spend the night with both of them, finally getting to act like a couple around Oscar, now your heart aching at the plan being ruined.

“Come on, he wanted us to have fun. I know you wanted him here, but he wanted us to have a romantic date so let’s do it,” he grinned, kissing the side of your head.

You nodded, eager to spend any time with Oscar and quickly forgetting Logan to captivate yourself in conversation with Oscar.

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blueparadis · 7 months

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╰┈➤ TIMELESS ✦ BLADE.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ Blade loves to see you smile, especially when the cause is him. But he loves it even more when you cry, just for him.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ switch!gn!reader, b!ow-job, throat-fucking, nipple stimluation, dycryphilla, cum play, oral acts, s/d dynamics, hinted established relationship; 0.9k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

“pretty, pretty, pretty—prettyyyyy” Blade murmurs in one breath followed by a sharp intake of breath and releases it slowly following the same pace as of his fingers that run from your chin, over your parted lips, trailing off his pre-cum that had settled at the corner of your lips up to the temple. His crimson eyes had just witnessed a new red dawn, a new side of yours. “So very pretty.” His voice is audible now as he hovers above your face standing at the edge of the bed as you are laid on the bed with your head aligned by the edge of the bed. He retreats and you have to arch your head backward to know what has been keeping him from shoving his cock into your mouth.

Blade pumps his cock, long, deep, and rash strokes as his eyes meet yours. A curve forms at the edge of his lips, “Aren’t we a little eager today?” You wet your bottom lip.“You are so ready for me babe, always.” He adds aligning his cock with the opening of your mouth, smearing the cockhead with his pre-cum using his index finger before it grazes your lips.You exhale a deep long breath, as the tip of his cock grazes your mouth again. He is playing with you. He knows how hungry you are, how turned on you are; he sees it, he notices the way your arms keep roaming all over your body, how your pants have stains of your arousal.

“Open up. Wide.” He orders, voice husk and stern. Blade pushes the cockhead into your mouth as your mouth grows wider to take all of him. There is still a portion that remains excluded from being wrapped by your warm cheeks yet he starts to move to and fro nonetheless.“Fuck” He rasped followed by a prolonged groan. He does not know how long he can keep up this slow pace of fucking your mouth. He wants you to take all of him. His hips tighten, move to and fro with a more increased pace as he pushes his cock more into your mouth. “You okay?” He asks, looking at you as you nod in a ‘yes’ checking if you are actually okay or just doing it to please him.

Squelching sounds accompanied by his moans started to fill the room as he started to move faster. You do not struggle to take his length but the rash and fast strokes have you squirming on the matters. Blade gives you a warning look before pushing the remaining part of his cock into your mouth and now every time he slams his cock into your mouth, his pelvic bone grazes your nose tip. “Fuck. Fuck. If feels so good” he moans as his hands rest on the edge of the bed, pushing and pulling his cock with strong precise strokes.

There is a stinging pain emerging from your temples; His cockhead now touches the back of your throat, barely but it does. Your chest feels tight and his face that is above yours is blurred. A few more strokes and tears will soak the bed sheets. Blade’s lips are parted slightly. His rough and irregular breaths fan above you. He is barely holding back from cumming. His strokes are a little slower now but there is a grin plastered on his face that suggests that he is enjoying this as much as you. You wish you could return the favour but having your lips wrapped around his cock prevents you from doing so.

The air conditioner is turned on but you still want to get out of your clothes, especially get rid of your underwear but with this position, it is next to impossible to do so. “Just a little longer babe,” Blade mutters under his breath as he quickens his pace again while your arms undeniably snap back to your nipples. Shame and desperation blur like your vision as you feel the heat pooling at the core of your stomach. Blade grabs both of your hands by the wrist as he goes for the last few strokes. You do not struggle. You just surrender as his lithe fingers kept your hands clamped while fucking your mouth depraving of you the little relief you were enjoying so far by roaming your hands all over your body. It is too much now. Your eyelids are getting heavy and if you close now tears will stream down the side of your eyes.

Blade groans and huffs rapidly, his hips bucking up as he unloads himself down your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut as he pulls his cock out of your mouth, a little bit spilling at the corner of your lips as he lets go of your hands letting it land on the mattress softly. Blade strokes his cock again, spilling his remains on your chest. By the time you open your eyes, he has already scooted to the other end of the bed. “Looks like you have already cummed.” He exclaimed, pulling down your pants. “Think you can give me another one?” Blade spreads your legs apart kissing your inner thighs.

The stinging pain has gone, not totally but it has become dull lulling you into a half-asleep state yet you sit up to stare down at him. “Go ahead. Satisfy yourself,” you remark running your palm through his long locks. A throaty chuckle escapes from your lover as he dips his head between your legs while your legs spread further apart, head dipping backward, eyes shut closed as Blade sinks his teeth into your skin.

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xoxoemynn · 2 months

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Good morning emy, idk if you've thought about Stede waking Ed up with sweet morning kisses today but if you haven't, this is your reminder to do that 😇❤️

In another life, Stede preferred nighttime to day.

At night he could be alone. Well, he had to share a bed with Mary, yes, but he could feign sleep, and therefore it was easier to imagine he was alone. All nice and quiet and peaceful. No expectations to speak of. And then he could drift off to sleep as he rotated through some of his favorite fantasies in his mind — captaining a pirate ship, going on adventures on the high seas, swashbuckling in a fab red swishy coat and some smashing leather boots, oh, and maybe even a sash so it’d twirl all around him as he leapt to and fro, and…

Anyway!

Point is, Stede loved nighttime, because it was the only time he could fool himself into thinking he was happy. There was nothing he looked forward to more than putting on his nightcap and tucking himself into bed for a long night of dreaming.

But now? In this life?

Stede loves the morning.

He loves the way the sun’s rays stream into the window of the bedroom he shares with Ed. He loves stretching out his arms and wiggling his fingers to get some circulation back into them before he pulls Ed into a tighter embrace. He loves the sleepy little noises Ed makes as he settles himself into Stede’s chest. He loves gently running his hand through Ed’s hair and seeing if any more silver strands sprouted overnight.

He loves placing gentle kisses on whatever part of Ed he can reach — the top of his head, above his eyebrow, on his cheek, on his nose, down his neck and back up again.

He loves how Ed feels wrapped up around him, all warm and languid and liquid, like a big, gorgeous cat sunning himself in love. But in a way that doesn’t sound weird. Because that does sound weird. A bit.

But still.

Stede loves mornings.

All nice and quiet and peaceful. No expectations to speak of.

Just love.

Ed rolls over in Stede’s arms, taking one of Stede’s hands as he does. Smiling, Stede turns his focus to the new area of skin Ed very kindly bared for kisses. He peppers soft kisses all over Ed's back, gentle and sweet, each one a reminder to Ed:

Hello, my love.

I’m here.

I love this life we’ve built together.

We’ll get our first guest at the inn some day.

You’re beautiful.

You’re wonderful.

You’re mine.

And then Stede feels Ed pull his hand to his lips, and Ed presses a kiss there, and Stede squeezes his hand back.

“Morning, love.” Ed’s voice is still raspy with sleep, just one more thing Stede loves about the mornings. “Have a good night's sleep?”

“Yes,” Stede replies, and tugs Ed closer to him. “And now I can't wait to start our day.”

#ask #blakbonnet #OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #Ed x Stede #Blackbonnet #Gentlebeard #Edward Teach #Stede Bonnet #My Fic #I'd been saving this ask for a rainy today #that rainy day is apparently today #love and smishes all of you

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carlplsrailme · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: after a stressful day, the only thing you wanted to do was collapse on your boyfriend and maybe start riding his thigh

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: thigh riding, softdom!carl, comfort. everyone is fucking aged up.

word count: 800

request: Could you write thigh riding with softdom carl?

today was exhausting.

a run where you almost got nipped on by a walker and what do you have to show for it? a couple of bruises and some scraps of food.

you were so disappointed. in yourself and in the run itself, Carl comforted you and put on a hot shower, he rubbed the soap bar up and now your beaten body while kissing up your neck. you melted in his arms, his dripping brunette hair landed on your shoulders as he came down to kiss your cheek

"you know, how after the walker-" he choked on his words, the thought of your getting bit, it breaks him, just a simple conversation but those words stun him.

"...yeah" you whisper, looking back at the memory as the water rains down on both of you, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest, and he leans to kiss up your neck again, up to your ear as he whispers...

"well, for the record, you looked fucking hot killing it" you snort at his rendition of the memory, a few laughs escaping your chest as Carl grins in satisfaction of hearing your giggle again

"Why are you always so horny?" You ask whilst laughter slips in your tone, he tilted his head and gave you a knowing look but you still stared up at him

"with you constantly around me? with a girlfriend this hot? how could I not be?" he asks as you playfully hit his chest

"Oh come on, you know it's the other way around!" "Oh, so you're constantly horny?"

"I- Carl!" you scold, tho he notices how you don't say no

"Alright, alright, let's just wash up and head to bed, yeah?" he asks and you nod, swaying back and forth with him holding you as the water pours on you both

"can we shush go to bed?" you slur, Carl has been all over the place as you wait on the bathroom counter, in his shirt -that is way too big for you, falling down to your thighs- you don't even know what he is doing

"I-" he turns back to explain how he has things to do before seeing your sleepy state, adorable

"Alright, we can go to bed, baby" he softens as he grabs your by your thighs, picking you up as he walks over to the bed

he sat down with you on his lap, he leans back as he fails his arm around -searching for who knows what as you just lay your head on his shoulder, scooting up to be comfy as you slightly shake from the jolt of pleasure you received

To be completely honest, yes, you have been 'constantly horny' all-day -that might even be the reason why you slipped up in the first place, if your head wasn't so fuzzy from thinking about carls cock you might've not had that scare today

and this, fuck, it's perfect. your panties rubbing up on his sweats is all you need right now, he probably won't even notice if you just roll your hips again-

"baby?"

fuck, ok, maybe not

"mhm?" you answer simply, hopefully, he'd think you were just getting comfy and not humping his thigh

he sighed, tho not in annoyance, how can his sigh sound cocky? you'll never know.

his hands laned on your waist, dipping one down to your hips and you dug your face deeper in his shoulder, too embarrassed to even face him

"baby? it's okay" he whispered, you can feel the smirk he has on as he manually rolls your hips on his thigh, you let out a staggered moan in his shirt some of it from shock but most of it from the unbelievable pleasure

"feel good? I know you had a rough day today baby, go on, let it all out" he whispered, placing his hand back on your hips as he let you take control

you moved back and forth, choked moans leaving your lips with every thrust, tears brimming at your eyes as you felt the embarrassment of riding your boyfriends thigh, but it just felt so good you couldn't stop, not for that anyway

you felt Carl cock grow hard from your movements, applying the perfect friction for him to start groaning in your damp hair,

"fuck, your so pent up, huh? just so needy, baby, you're taking anything you can get" he groaned as you sped up, feeling all this pressure on your clit, rubbing it beautifully as you humped him faster and faster

"I- I think I might cum" you admitted shamefully, he kissed your forehead as he thrust up to match your grinds

"good, I want you to fucking cum on my thigh, baby" he hissed, and you wailed as you came down your panties and soaked his sweats

you huffed for a minute, coming down from the intense pleasure as your pussy twitched and calmed down

you looked up to Carl as he only petted your hair and lean in to kiss you

"I think we need to shower again"

an: ahh omg I had so much fun writing this! thank you for the request anon! -and for the others, they will be out soon!! ugh, thigh riding always gets me, completely melted while writing this <3 anyway, mwah bye love you guys!

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unclewaynemunson · 1 year

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Wingman Wayne AU pt6 yaaay! | AO3 link

The next time Eddie sees Steve, he knows immediately that the thoughts that kept plaguing him late at night weren't induced by some weird chemical unbalance in his brain caused by eating too much cheese or taking one pill too many. No, those thoughts were very, very real. Because Steve is looking absolutely breathtaking in his stupid tight jeans and stupid green polo and with his stupid wild hair that Eddie just wants to run his fingers through and those goddamn stupid pink lips. Shit.

'Lookin' hot today, big boy,' Eddie blurts out before he can help himself.

A frown appears between Steve's stupidly perfect eyebrows. 'Don't do that, man,' he says, avoiding Eddie's gaze.

'What?' Eddie asks, as if he doesn't know exactly what Steve means: Don't mess up our Very Platonic friendship by getting feelings for me. That wasn't what we agreed upon. Well, it's already too late for that anyway. And honestly, whose fault is that? Exactly, it's the fault of Steve's stupid lips.

'You know what I mean,' Steve says. He's still not quite looking Eddie in the eyes and Eddie feels guilty immediately.

'Sorry,' he says. 'Won't happen again, friend.'

It's only awkward for a minute, until they're both sitting on the couch in the Munsons’ trailer and Eddie easily launches into a whole monologue giving Steve the latest gossip on Wayne's colleague Jimmy because he ran into Jimmy's wife at Melvald's, and he immediately gets reminded why it's so nice to have a queer friend, because, in contrast to Jeff or Gareth or even Wayne, Steve understands exactly what he means when he says “straight people” in a lamenting voice and doesn't get confused when he goes into a minutes-long rant about “straight culture.”

'Dude, stop, you're doing it again,' Steve suddenly interrupts him at some point.

Eddie stops mid-monologue to give Steve a confused stare. 'What?'

Steve nods towards the place where Eddie's hand is comfortably resting onto Steve's knee, fingers stretched all the way into his thigh. Like it belongs there, somehow. Like it’s something natural.

Eddie clears his throat as he pulls his hand away and crosses his arms to keep himself from unconsciously reaching out for Steve again. Is it really that bad to have me touch you? he wants to ask – but he doesn't, because he isn't a completely terrible friend.

'My sincerest apologies, comrade,' he says instead, before he picks up where he left off in his story, trying to act like nothing happened. But Steve doesn't really seem to listen anymore; his gaze keeps wandering away and he barely even shows any investment in the gossip that he usually loves so much.

'You okay, Stevie?' Eddie asks.

A blush starts creeping over Steve's cheeks.

'I don't know how to tell you this without making shit even more awkward,' he says, 'but you staring at my lips for like ten minutes on end is also part of the things you shouldn't be doing.'

Fuck. Eddie is pretty sure that his own cheeks are rapidly starting to reach a shade of red that matches Steve's. He wants to apologize, but somehow, the words get all mushed into something else while they make their way from his throat to his lips, and what comes out is, 'Is it really bothering you that much?'

Steve stares at his hands. 'Yes,' he says softly. 'Yes, it is.' He looks up at Eddie again, and there's a look in his eyes that Eddie doesn't quite recognize.

'Eddie – you were the one who insisted right from the start that nothing about me would attract you, remember?' he says. 'You were the one who proposed to be friends. And I was fine with that, because I wanted to be your friend, and I thought I could keep my feelings under control. So please don't make this any harder for me than it needs to be.'

Eddie's heart is suddenly beating in his throat, his hands sweaty.

'Jesus, Steve,' he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. 'I'm so sorry.' He stretches out his hand, gently letting it land on Steve's shoulder – but Steve immediately gets up from the couch, as if Eddie's touch is burning him.

'Don't,' he says, his voice suddenly cold with frustration. He starts pacing back and forth through the tiny living room. 'Now you're just being cruel.'

Shit. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. The memory of Wayne's soft voice echoes through his head: Can't you just... talk to him?

Of course Wayne was right, he always is. Eddie should know that by now. It's terrifying, the thought of actually talking to Steve - but Eddie knows that he's the only one to blame for this mess, so it’s only fair that he should also be the one to fix it.

'What if I told you I was wrong?' he blurts out before he can change his mind like the coward he is.

Steve freezes in his tracks, finally looks Eddie in his eyes again.

'What if I told you I've been a fucking idiot all this time?' Eddie continues, his heart beating at a nauseating pace now. 'What if I told you I was – I was expecting another Chad, back when my uncle told me about you, and I really didn't want to repeat that same shit again – and you've been continuously blowing my goddamned mind ever since we met. I really, really wasn't planning on falling in love, but Steve, you're fucking fascinating, and with every little bit I got to know you better, I started falling a little bit harder.'

Steve finally takes his place next to Eddie on the couch again, looking at him wide-eyed, lost for words.

'You're the most interesting person I've ever met,' Eddie continues, because he simply has to say it all now, 'and you have such a big heart, and – and I haven't been able to stop thinking about your lips for days – and I really didn't mean to hurt you. I should've given you a fair chance right away and I'm so sorry and –'

Steve suddenly launches himself at Eddie and shuts him up by clashing their mouths together slightly too forcefully, breathing into their kiss and only slowing himself down when he realizes that Eddie isn't going to pull away, that Eddie isn't going anywhere – and Eddie tangles his fingers into Steve's majestic hair as he finally gets a taste of that fucking addictive strawberry lipgloss. It’s exactly as sweet and soft and perfect as he imagined it would be and it might just have become his new favorite taste in the world.

'Jesus H Christ,' Eddie mumbles when they finally break apart, both panting and chuckling shakily. 'Uncle Wayne's gonna be so fucking annoying about this.'

Pt7

Can I just say that all your “look eddie it’s the consequences of your own actions!” comments on the previous part had me giggling kicking my feet?? U r all so right but also eddie is a complete idiot no i won’t take criticism. I am LIVING for all those sweet and funny comments / tags, it means the world and I am cradling them all in my hands <333

(Also everyone saying they feel like a burden asking to be added to the taglist, noooo!! It only takes me a couple secs and it honestly makes me crazy happy that so many of you are invested enough to want updates! I am hugging all of you!!)

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#only one part left my friends #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fruity ficlet

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kiatheinsomniac · 11 months

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──── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐒! ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I've been itching to write another sex pollen fic so I decided to do it for the dragon man hehe <3 // repost bc the first one stopped showing up in the tags // a request from anon 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Zhongli x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.7k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, marathon sex, sex pollen (so slight dubcon?), aphrodisiacs

The weather in Liyue was particularly beautiful today and so you and your lover Zhongli had left Liyue Harbour in order to take a walk through Guili Plains instead. You had found a nice little shady spot under a tree where you laid out the little picnic you had brought with you. The two of you simply chatted and cuddled, feeding each other little bites of food (you often stealing said bites from Zhongli’s plate the moment he looked away). He would always catch you though and would give you a stern look that you saw right through because there was always a little smile teasing at the corner of his mouth.

Your little picnic is interrupted, however, when a butterfly comes and lands on the blanket right beside your stretched out legs. Upon closer inspection, it was a crystalfly. You’d never seen one out in the open before. A little gasp is torn from your lips as you sit up and lean forwards to try and get a closer look at its glittering, golden wings, but it takes one look at you and instantly begins to fly off.

“Ah-!” You look between the in-flight crystalfly and your lover with a look of disappointment and a silent request if he minds whether or not you chase after it to get a better look at it. Zhongli simply nods his head once, slowly, and you’re off running after it, dry grass crunching under your feet and dress catching between your thighs with the wind resistance, blowing out behind you.

While you chase after the beautiful little creature, Zhongli watches you with a look of amusement. It was a childlike sight, almost, but it was adorable to watch you from the shade beneath the tree. You approach a pond that houses a few fish and some lotus heads and suddenly you pause as you look all around but realise you have lost sight of the little crystalfly.

You don’t have much time to be disappointed though as your eyes soon land on some pink flowers that are growing on the bank. The bloomed ones are about the side of your hand when stretched out. The petals are a pale and supple pink, looking so soft and smelling so sweet that they’re almost beckoning you to rub a petal between your thumb and forefingers just so you can see for yourself whether or not your eyes are deceiving you. The petals are large, slightly overlapping each other and rounded – almost like a buttercup.They’re thick with a faint yellow stigma and anther so full of a dusty red pollen that the centre of each flower almost seems to glow red upon its own pink petals. You lean in even closer to them as their sweet, sticky scent invades your nose, right down to your lungs. You have grown wary of big patches of flowers in the wild after one too many whopperflower encounters.

But isn’t it funny how sometimes you can be so focused on not doing something that it somehow causes you to do it?

In telling yourself over and over to not touch them occupying the forefront of your mind, your balance failed to be taken into recognition and you leaned too far forwards, resulting in you falling face-first into the patch of sweet pink flowers, kicking up a little cloud of red pollen around you. Your hands reach out to break your fall and land in the squelching mud of the pond’s bank and you let out a huff when you realise your dress will now be muddy too.But you make a quick recovery and return to your feet in time to prevent any further staining of your dress.

You crouch down by the water, murmuring an apology to the fish that you disturb as you rinse off your hands and wrists and then look down at your dress. Only the hem is stained with mud at the front where it caught under your knees but the material is now covered in the red pollen. You try to rinse some off your forearm but it only smudges into you with a bright red smear and makes your skin feel hot. Oh, archons, you hope you aren’t allergic. After the pollen just smudges and smudges without lifting from your skin, you don’t further attempt to try to clean it off in the pond. Zhongli knows lots about everything, you’ll just ask him about this strange flower you’ve encountered and you’re sure he’ll have a solution for getting the pollen off of you.

Meanwhile, Zhongli looked away from you for all of a moment to have a bite of what was left of your little picnic and when he looked up, you were pushing yourself up from the pond’s bank. He watched with a little frown as you tried to clean off the bottom of your dress in the water. You love that dress and he knows you’ll be upset about dirtying it. His eyes remain on you as you trudge back over to him across the dry grass of the plain.

As you near him, however, he sees the red stains all over your body and how each time you set your foot upon the ground, it seems to shake a little red cloud up about you each time.

Your walk back to the tree where the two of you had set up your picnic was not pleasant either. You had been sitting in the shade for hours and now the sun felt blisteringly hot on your skin in a way that you hadn’t noticed before when you were chasing the crystalfly.

“My darling, what happened?” Zhongli asks as he looks over you, trying to determine what it is you have all over you. He rises to his feet to meet you and takes a deep inhale in through his nose to see if he can determine what you’re covered in by the scent.

“There were these really pretty pink flowers, big ones-” You watch as he instantly covers his nose and mouth with a gloved hand and it makes you stop what you were saying mid-sentence, alarmed. “What? What is it? What were they?” You ask in rapid succession. The flowers were already making your skin feel feverishly hot and the pollen wouldn’t seem to budge from your skin for the most part. Had you fallen into a patch of deadly flowers? You wouldn’t put it past your bad luck.

“And the pollen came from the centre of these flowers?” Zhongli asks. You nod your head immediately. He lets out a sigh. “Stand over there, my love-” He points to the edge of the shade that the tree provides- “and I’ll pack everything up so we can head home, ok?”

“Zhongli, you’re worrying me…” You say as you follow his instructions; you trust him.

“It’s nothing deadly and nothing that cannot be treated, my love.” He reassures you. You watch as he crouches down to pack up everything into the basket and fold up the blanket the two of you had spent most of the afternoon so far laying on.

“Ok…” You say uneasily, not at all reassured by his words in comparison to his actions. You allow Zhongli to lead you home but you grow more and more anxious when he makes it very clear that you need to walk at a distance from one another. You spend the walk back resisting the urge to rub at your skin where the pollen has smeared over you and ignited a fire in your bloodstream that only seems to be growing gradually more unbearable.

By the time you return home, Zhongli has you sit upon a chair at the dining table as he goes over to the large case of books. He pulls out a heavy book, a hardback that’s clothbound in a dusty green and worn a little at some of the corners and along the spine. He flips through the pages until he puts the book open in front of you.

“Is this what you found?” He says as he lays it open to a detailed illustration of the flower you had encountered. On the page beside it is a diagram of the different parts of the plant and its scientific names.

“Yes! That’s it!” You exclaim as your eyes go to the top left where the name of the flower is written in big lettering, “Paradise Cup.”

“Now keep reading…” Zhongli instructs and your eyes flicker from left to right over the pages. Apparently this flower is very fascinating to many botanists due to its unique method of pollinating where it will encourage its pollinators to propagate the red dust it produces by inducing-

“... I fell into a bed of aphrodisiac flowers?” Your tone falls flat. Just your luck. You continue reading and find that your physical state will only continue to worsen if you do not copulate. No wonder botanists were so fascinated.

“In a sense, yes.” Your lover replies. You think about how he had you keep your distance on the walk home and suddenly begin to worry about how you’re going to deal with this problem.

“And you’re going to help me… right?” You ask uncertainly. Zhongli laughs a little in response, a deep and rumbling sound from his chest that you always love to hear, a deep timbre that reaches your own body. His gloved hand cups your cheek and you feel as he tries to dust some of the pollen away but it only creates a red smear on your face.

“Of course, my darling.” He leans down and his lips softly meet yours. Suddenly, it’s like a catalyst for whatever the pollen is doing to you and your body practically lunges upwards as you loop your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, your body singing out to feel his skin against yours. It’s like your entire world stops, like the world outside of this room, that only holds the two of you, ceases to exist and you need more, more, more

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ: *･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

Your skin shines with a sheen of sweat and you squirm beneath where your lover has you pinned down beneath his powerful body, your legs thrown over his shoulders and pressing into your chest as he pounds away at you relentlessly. You’ve been bent over the edge of the bed, pressed to the wall, set on all fours until your knees buckled and Zhongli had to hold you up — all of that and you still felt like you hadn’t gone at all even though you were well past your sixth orgasm now. But the pollen was already in your system and it had begun to infect your lover who already possessed the stamina of the god he is.

But the two of you need to keep on going until you’re satisfied — more specifically until the paradise cup pollen is satisfied — and it seems that such satiation is not yet in sight.

Your pussy is aching and puffy from such rigorous use but you barely feel the full throb of pain over the pulsing of pleasure that looks like magma at the apex of your thighs. Your damp hair sticks to your forehead and temples and Zhongli can feel it upon his skin too as his teeth latch onto the junction of your neck and shoulder, keeping you in place as he begins to let his composure slip, realising that he may well have his only opportunity to let his stamina loose on you in a way you never could have handled before without the help of the aphrodisiac.

Your little fingers tangle in his dark, gold-tipped hair and loop dampening locks around your hands in a desperate attempt to keep him close — as if your heels digging into the backs of his shoulders weren’t already doing just that.

“More, more, more.” Leaves your lips once again, seemingly your mantra of today as your pollen-tainted biology demands that Zhongli gives you all he has and then some, like it won’t allow your body to be exhausted until his godly one is also; something that the two of you know is going to take a lot.

The sheets will have to be changed without a doubt and you can already feel the warmth of your combined fluids leaking from your hole and can hear the wet noises made by them as Zhongli continues to piston in and out of you. You let out a pitchy keen when one of his hands stops pressing at the back of your knee in favour of going down to rub over your swollen clit in little star shapes, smearing your wetness and his seed over the sensitive bundle of nerves as your body quivers behind him and he can feel the way your legs tense and tremble, every muscle tightening up in anticipation of your impending orgasm.

The moment he feels your walls tighten around him, trying to keep him in as deep as possible and milk him of all the cum he has to give, his lips crash against yours messily, swallowing all of your moans and babbled cries of ‘more, ‘Lili, more please!’

You’re flipped onto your front again, breasts pressed into the softness of the mattress and the brief moments in which he’s pulled out of you feel like a crime of the highest order that’s only put right the moment he’s inside of you again and pounding into your sensitive cunt, holding you down – as though you had enough strength remaining to even push yourself up – while he looks down at how you take him over and over again. There’s a ring of your cream around the base of his cock and he can see where his seed has leaked down from between your legs while you were on your back. He feels mesmerised by the sight of your ass bouncing each time his hips slam against you with the force behind his thrusts and he can hear your cries of pleasure.

He has no clue what the time is now, only that the sun has gone down and the sheets are damp from your bodies. All he knows is that the pollen is now in his system too and this is the only way for it to get out: exhausting yourselves with pleasure until the pollen recognises that you no longer have the energy to spread its spores to your partner. You can feel the ex-archon’s weight pressing down on your back and holding you in place, his body hot and inviting against your back and within you. Your hand reaches out to grasp at his blindly, your eyes having closed with pleasure and the tiredness that’s creeping in. You whimper when you feel his hips stutter, hear his moans by the shell of your ear and feel him slowly grind his hips into you instead, fucking his cum deeper into you.

You let out a whine of protest when you begin feeling squished by his weight and he carefully turns the two of you onto your sides so that your back remains against his and his body can curl around you from behind, holding you close. You can feel the stickiness of your bodies and as much as you want to get up and share a bath with your lover, you barely even have the energy to lift your head.

“Everything's so messy…” You murmur as you feel Zhongli tenderly kiss the back of your neck.

“We’ll rest for a short while…” You feel him tug you even close with his arms around your waist and it provokes a little moan from you as his cock is still buried inside of you, “and then we’ll wash up, change the sheets…” His words are drawled out and you can tell he’s just as tired as you.

“Surprised I didn’t pass out…” You murmur as you’re now fighting sleep just so that you don’t drift off in the middle of a conversation.

“Maybe next time~” There’s a humour to his voice but you have no comeback, just the feeling of your body being held against his, sinking into the mattress and finally feeling satiated as you fall asleep.

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pupcuck · 4 months

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HAII something im never gonna finish again sorry it’s not leon

tags - sex work, fem!reader, daddy/daughter incest

You pluck a crumpled dollar out of your bra, straighten it out and lay it flat on your dad’s desk, shimmying out of your hotpants as a few more notes curled up beneath the waistband flutter to the ground. It’s honest work what you and your dad do, fucking is easy, you’ve always liked the taste of dick.

“Baby,” Dante starts, an uneasy look on his face, “That’s not great.”

Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you lean over the desk to jab a red nail into his chest, “Guys are stingy.” He of all people should know that. “What did you get?”

He grins real big, like he hit the jackpot, lifts his hips slightly so he can reach into his back pocket. Then he pulls out a few nickels - your face falls fast.

“You’re joking, dad.” Your bottom lip juts out, sick of showering in cold water, or side by side with your dad who’s shoulder width spans the entirety of the shower cubicle. Knocks over the caddy you’ve carefully curated with products Dante’s stolen from upper-class ladies and Patty’s bathroom cabinet alike. And he’s loud, real loud, sings over you in his tone deaf way.

“Course, who’d you think I am?” Dante snickers, pulls out a thick wad of cash, and you clap in delight as he counts it up. He smacks your hand away when you move forward to sneak a few notes - just for drugstore lashes, this pair is beyond saving. How many times can a girl soak the jizz out of ‘em? “Hey, you don’t get any, missy.”

“Seriously? I worked real hard!” Stomping your foot, you skirt around the desk and seat yourself between his spread thighs. “Like really hard, daddy, my knees hurt ‘n look—” You open your mouth wide, corners of your lips splitting with the stretch, you’re used to it by now. Had a face stuffed with cock for most of your life.

“What am I lookin’ at?”

“It’s like fuckin’ bruised back there, dad.” To be completely honest, you gave one dude a discount ‘cause he was awful handsome, and he didn’t handle you so rough. Like a real girl, not a whore.

“I can’t see shit, baby.” Dante wipes a stray droplet of spit from your chin, kisses the top of your head in a way that’s tender for him.

“Dentists can, they can tell if you’ve been sucking dick.” You tell him matter of factly, as if either of you have enough money to see a dentist in the first place.

“Lucky I’m not a dentist then.” He tucks the wad of cash back into his pocket, drops the scrunched up notes you collected in your awaiting palm. “You know you did bad today, baby.”

“Not true, dad.” You make a fist in case he decides to take them back. “Girls just pay more, they’re generous, y’know?”

“Not you though.”

“I don’t have enough to be generous, dad.” You huff, his hand comes to grope your clothed tit, pokes at your nipple through the tricot till it hardens.

“Lashes still on, panties on, hell you’re walkin’ straight - did you even work tonight, baby?” Dante raises your hips slightly, shifts you to his thigh, slotted between your own plush thighs. “Or did you just sit pretty, huh? Made daddy do all the work.”

You stretch out your arm behind you, run your fingers along the fabric of his Henley and lift it slightly, nails scratching over his happy trail, then you cup his dick. “And you’re still hard, dad, did you even try?”

“I’m hard ’cause you’re hot, nothin’ to do with my work.” Dante smiles into the nape of your neck, “Can’t help myself around you, you know that don’t you?”

“Duh, I know you can’t, dad.” You giggle when his stubble tickles your skin, preening and rubbing against you like an oversized housecat, spiky lashes tickling your cheek.

His fingers slip past the waistband of your thong, hooking them underneath and pulling the gusset taut against your throbbing clit. You shiver, skin prickling with the heat of arousal, rolling your hips forward. “Didn’t take care of you did they?”

“No, they’re so selfish.” You shake your head, rest back on his broad chest, a soft sigh falling from your lips, red lipstick long gone, only traces remain.

“I know, baby.” Dante coos, continues to tug your panties upwards, the roughness of the lace scraping your bud. “Only daddy knows how to take care of you, my fussy girl.”

“I’m not fussy, daddy, you’re just better at it.”

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constesplanetarium · 6 months

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Watch the show.

☼⚠︎ Male! Yandere Circus Ringleader/Magician x GN! AFAB! Reader

Darkness rating ) 7/10: “Getting a little shocking now.”

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this is inspired off what im dressing up as for halloween, literally a circus ringleader :)

i hope u guys like him <3

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TW! General Yandere shenanigans (possessiveness, jealousy, aggression towards other guys, etc.), light sexual activity, violence, blood, murder, choking, dacryphilia, implied kidnapping.

Word count: Around 4k.

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The acrobats swing too and fro above you, lighting up the crowd's eyes with excitement and anticipation for what's next. Will one of them fall? Will they pull off the trick? You gasp as the acrobat flings himself across the stage, almost covering your eyes in case he misses and falls…

But as always, he lands the trick, the acrobat clinging onto the other one's arms as the crowd erupts in cheers and laughter. Your nerves ease as you smile softly at the acrobats on the stage, still swinging as they revel in the excitement.

This is your… What, fifteenth show by now? But you never get sick of any of the tricks they do. The circus always comes over for the fall, and a friend of yours won tickets from a raffle for the first show when this whole festival started, about a week ago. The show ended up being so good, that you went to the next one on your own accord. And then the next one. And the next one after that. And the next one…

They have shows pretty often, huh? It’s surprising how they never run out of energy.

You had never been interested in the circus before this, but the jaw-dropping tricks, alongside the good-looking members of the cast, made you stay and come back for every single show. It looks like many shared your sentiment, since it seemed that the crowd grew more and more ever since the first show of the season.

Ah, those acrobats are really cute. Maybe you can get lucky and get to meet both of them after the show. Maybe you’ll even get to meet the ringleader, he’s so handsome…

You don’t rip your eyes away from the rest of the show, cheering alongside the crowd at every little trick and flip the cast does; you cheer the loudest in your row once the ringleader bows in the center of the stage with his members, concluding the show.

“Make sure to come see us for our next show in two hours! You won’t want to miss it.” The ringleader does a simple wink, sending every fan of his into a frenzy. You still aren’t sure why people like him so much. People don’t even know his last name, let alone his first one. He’s just referred to as ‘the ringleader’ or ‘the mysterious master of the circus’ by eccentric journalists who are trying so desperately to keep the reader’s attention. A bunch of celebrities, along with reported billionaires and people from big spots in large companies have come here to watch his tricks, and maybe even strike business, but reportedly he’s always turned down these people, no matter how much money they offer him.

Strange. If they offered him a billion dollars to buy out his circus, would he take the offer? Ah, you know you would. Maybe he already has a private sponsor?

Once you gather your things, you step back out into the festive atmosphere of today's holiday; halloween. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows line the pathway back to the main center of the festival, and you can hear the screams of fear coming from the haunted house they all set up. The orange and red lights from the ferris wheel look so pretty from here…

You find yourself wandering around the festival for around 10 minutes, noticing every little detail the festival coordinators setup. There’s even cute little artwork for the signs pointing you in the events you might want to check out later. Looking at everyones costumes and the decorations makes you feel all giddy.

Oh wow, look at that huge skeleton! Your hand digs into your pocket quickly to-

Wait.

Your phone?

Where’s your phone?

You pat down your pockets, and the moment you realize it’s not with you, you run back over to the building, swinging open the door and bound for your seat. Holy shit, lady luck must be on your side today. Thank god no one had closed the entrance yet.

You bend down, trying to dig around for your phone on the floor. It’s so hard to see, since they already shut most of the lights off, damn it…

Where the hell is it?!

“Hello.”

Oh my gosh!

You jump up, almost stumbling right back down, yet a hand grabs your arm before you can fall, and you see who it is instantly once you look up.

“Looking for this?” The ringleader smiles cheekily, waving your phone around as the screen lights up your surroundings a bit. “I’m sorry, I should’ve waited by the door to see if the owner would pop up.” The shock of seeing him this up close is so bad, you don’t even reach for your phone. He takes your hand in his and sets your phone down, right in your palm.

You slowly hold your phone close to your chest, and thank him for returning it.

“It’s not a problem.” Should you ask him for a picture? Maybe an autograph? “I’m glad you came back for it, instead of giving up, and assuming that someone already stole it.” You don’t even have paper for him to sign. Maybe he’ll sign your clothes or something?

Oh my gosh, he’s so much better up close…

“Are you alright?” He chuckles, brushing his hand across your cheek, and your body flinches in response. “You were zoning out there. Oh! I see,” He chuckles. “You’re surprised to see me up close.”

Right on the money.

Warmth spreads all the way up to your face, and all you can do is giggle nervously. God, it’s like you’re a schoolgirl asking out her crush.

“It’s alright. I find it flattering.” He glances between you and your phone for a moment. What’s up? “Would you like a picture?”

On my god.

He brushes up next to you, pressing your hips together as you open up your camera app quickly, setting it in selfie mode. “Is this okay?”

Yes.

“Good. Smile.” You would find it amusing how he’s holding up a peace sign for the picture, but you're more nervous about the hand he’s set on your hip, digging into your body.

“Oh, you aren’t going to take the picture?” Oh my god, the picture. “Or are you distracted by something else?” You glance up, seeing his guilty smile as his gloved hand rubs your hip slowly.

These pictures need to be taken before something else happens right here, right now.

You signal him to look over and smile, snapping a couple random pictures. You don't even know if they turned out good or not. Is it hot in here? You should probably get out.

You thank him quickly, and turn your heel-

“Leaving so soon?” You turn back to see a clear frown on his face, the dimmed lighting shining right on him. “You can stay a bit longer, if you’d like. I’m not in a hurry.”

But what about his next show? Doesn’t he have to prepare?

“The break is more for my members than for me.” He sits down in an empty seat, patting the spot next to him. “Come, sit. I would love to have your company for longer.”

You walk back up and sit down next to him, shuffling in your seat as he takes his hat off, setting it down in the empty seat adjacent from him.

“Thank you for staying with me.” He clears his throat and starts to take his gloves off, flexing his fingers in and out as he tosses the gloves in his empty seat too. “Meeting all types of people when they come to my shows is wonderful, but not being able to talk to them personally makes me a bit sad.”

You smile empathically, and he returns your smile.

“Oh!” He snaps his fingers, his smile widening at the thought of his sudden new idea. “How about I save you a seat for my next show? Please, tell me where you’d like to sit!” Woah, really? “I mean, you are coming to my next show, right?”

Uh. You were planning to go to the ferris wheel with a friend of yours, actually…

His mood shifts from happy, to immediate disappointment. “Well, you can just visit the ferris wheel after my show, can’t you?” Well, you COULD, but-

“Oh please, I would really like you to be at my next show…” He takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your palm. “Please?”

Urgh.

“Oh, just amazing!” He laughs and stands up, pointing to a seat around the front row. “How about there? Perhaps I can even perform a trick for you once I’m on stage! How does that sound?”

Wow, this man’s pulling out all the stops, huh? You can’t help but thank him again, from saving your phone to getting you a free seat. This ringleader’s so nice…

“Oh? ‘Thank you, Mr. Ringleader?’” He laughs and grabs your shoulder, rubbing it affectionately like you two are good old friends sharing a joke. “You don’t have to call me that! Loosen up a little, will you?” Even with his encouragement, your whole body is still tense with nervousness. “Please, call me Mr. Vidales.” So that’s his last name! Ah, how pretty…

“Now, now, don’t be all fidgety with me.” Mr. Vidales grins, clasping your hands with his again. Oh my god, what if your hands are clammy now? But the way his thumb is caressing your hand is strangely putting you at ease. “You’ve been looking all over the place.” He tilts his head while peeking at you, seemingly lost in thought, until his face lights up. “Ah, how about this? Watch me.” He pulls out a small deck of cards from a coat pocket around his right thigh, pouring the cards out into his hand. It doesn’t take long to see he’s performing a small card trick for you, yet you don’t tear your eyes away from him.

“Pick a card, any card.” He murmurs, the enthusiasm still there behind his voice, but it also sounds like he’s sweet talking to you, enticing you further. You pick a card on the far left, looking at it discreetly.

The 2 of hearts.

“Back in the deck now.” He shuts his eyes as you slip the card back in, and he shuffles it all with his eyes still closed. “Now,” he starts, picking a card from the deck. “Is this what you chose?”

NAH.

Hah! He failed the trick! You grin and shake your head, the king of hearts in his hand instead as his smile drops to a frown. “Oh.” He stuffs the deck into his left hand, placing the card face up on top. But strangely enough, he starts to smile, and reaches behind your head, leaning closer to you. “Now let’s see.”

Oh. He smells really, really nice…

Why is your heart racing?

You peek up at the ringleader’s face, your body warming up as he looks down at you, a mixture of amusement and something else in his eyes. “Ah, now what do we have here…” He whispers, and his hand drags down your back slowly as he shows the king of spades in the deck on his left hand. Is he still trying to prove he’s not cheating? You sigh at the shivers flowing up your spine, pressing your thighs together once you feel the heat between your thighs get more intense. Lord, he’s good at this. Does he do this often or something?

“How cute.” He says adoringly, like he’s talking to a small puppy. “Look at you, how cute.” He repeats, his hand pressing itself against your waist, tugging you closer to him. “Ah, I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be showing you a trick…” He can show you something else in just a few seconds if he keeps this up. Mr. Vidales groans loudly once you palm his bulge, followed by a small laugh once you tease him for reaction. “Please, let me finish my trick. Unless you want to do something else right now…?” He begs quietly, and you sigh with a smile as you move your hand.

A bit disappointing, but you do want to see the end of this trick.

“Ahem.” He clears his throat, clearly still a bit riled up, but fine. “Now, watch me.” His warmth vanishes from your waist, and you see his hand come back into view with…

The 2 of hearts in his right!?

You stare at his right hand in awe, as he waggles the card around a bit, grinning sheepishly at your dumbfounded expression. “Good, huh?” Even after all of that, you never saw the deck vanish from view! How did he…?

“I’m not just a ringleader,” he says. “I dabble in some magic here and there too.” He shuffles the cards again, stuffing them back into the box, then back into his coat pocket. A light clap of your hands at his trick and his mood shifts from proud to flustered, fidgeting with the buttons on his outfit as you praise him for the trick.

“Thank you, thank you.” Mr. Vidales bows a bit and laughs quietly. “Your praise is very appreciated.”

… He looks scared. Ah, no.

Shy?

“There must be something on my face, with the way you’re looking at me, it’s…” Mr. Vidales stops talking, staring into your eyes for a moment. “Oh…”

Is he okay? You frown, tugging on his sleeve in concern for his well being. He seems to snap out of his trance, blinking repeatedly.

“Oh! Erm, yes,” he says. “Yes, I’m fine.” A smile spreads in his face quickly, but you can’t help but think that it’s all insincere.

“It’s nothing, I promise.” He sighs. “It’s just some fatigue.” There’s a voice in the back of your head, telling you repeat that he’s lying, but you ignore it in favor of his charming voice and attitude.

Maybe he just needs some time alone?

And, to be completely honest, the hunger’s kind of getting to you too; maybe you can grab a bite to eat and bring something back for him?

“Oh, please.” He nods quickly. “That would be wonderful, thank you. Perhaps you can get me those cinnamon bites with the glaze? They’re delicious.”

You fidget with your wallet as you run out the tent, waving him goodbye as you run for the food stalls.

Hopefully the lines aren’t too long…

The line was pretty damn long. You glance down at your phone to check the time, and decide to jog back over to the tent once you notice it’s already been 25 minutes. And it’ll probably take you another 5 minutes to get there, ugh, the ringleader probably thinks you left to go on a couple rides or something, and forgot about the food entirely.

You slow down once you notice the door’s closed, and look around for a sign of him, but there’s nothing around. Maybe there’s another entrance in the back?

Clutching a drink in one hand and a bag, witn a box of sweets at the bottom in your other, you make your way to the back of the building to find the door slightly ajar, and you use your foot to kick it open the rest of the way, walking through.

There are several doors on both side of you, and by just reading the names on the doors, you can tell these are the member’s dressing rooms! Ah, no way…

It’s so tempting to go up and knock on one of their doors, but you have to shake your head a little to get those thoughts out. Mr. Vidales. That’s who you’re looking for.

You wander around for a bit until you come up to his dressing room, about to bang on the door, but as soon as you try to, the door slowly opens up, and you-

You…

What.

What?

The smell of iron and the sight of crimson fill your vision as you stare at the ringleader, tugging and shoving a man's body into a small closet. It looks like the man was stabbed repeatedly in the chest, along with the broken teeth in the pool of blood in front of you, and a spot of blood on his head.

Isn’t that… Isn’t that one of the employees here? He literally gave you free shit, what the hell…

Mr. Vidales’s face is splattered with blood, alongside his chest, and his outfit has puke on the lower side of his coat. A fallen, bloody knife lies on the ground, surrounded by his victims blood.

“Bastard. Must’ve wanted to give me a goodbye gift before his passing…” He scoffs, staring at the stain with disgust.

The police.

You need to call the police.

Mr. Vidales looks up at the sudden stream of light, and a couple beats pass as neither of you move from the sheer shock.

“Oh.”

Run.

You turn your heel, but trip once someone grabs onto your arm and pushes you down, spilling your drink all over the floor. You try to scream, but a hand covers your mouth instantly, and you feel the tears start to flow.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He frantically whispers and he climbs on top of you, his hands shaking and bloodied as he struggles to keep you quiet. There’s blood all over him, and he’s spreading it onto you. All over your mouth. Your body.

It’s sickening. You have to fight back the urge to throw up once he turns you over and you see his face. Why does he look so excited to see you?

“Stay quiet. Quiet.” He hushes you, keeping your mouth covered as he helps you up. "It's okay darling, see?" As soon as you get up, you’re going to run. That’s what-

“Quiet, or I’ll kill you.” A sharp knife is suddenly pointed at your throat, and you let out a choked-up sob. “Oh, I’m so sorry darling…” He whispers, as he slowly lets the hand from your mouth go.

You don’t dare scream.

“Come on, come.” He pushes his arm against your waist, slowly pushing you back as he steps into the room, shutting the door. “I’m not going to hurt you, or kill you. I promise.”

You shut your eyes as soon as you step in, shaking as you hear the door lock. The bag you’re holding is slowly taken from your grasp, and set down with a thud on his desk, along with the knife. All you can do is listen to what he says.

“Oh, you did get my favorite! Thank you.” Mr. Vidales cooes, pushing you closer as you wince at the gesture. You can feel the blood seeping through your clothes. “Shame about the drink. I’m sorry for grabbing you so tight.” He sighs. “Now, let me just…”

He slips his coat off, revealing that the blood stain on him went deeper than expected, staining his grey undershirt with a dark crimson. You stare at the blood on your own body and almost feel like puking yourself.

“There’s no point in running,” his face is full of pity, yet he smiles at you all the same. “My acrobats are already outside, waiting to catch you if you try to run. Not that I’d let you get that far anyway.” He wipes the blood on his hands away with a loose rag, the white of said rag being stained with that sickening red. “Weren’t their tricks just wonderful? I worked hard to teach them, you know.” You immediately catch that he’s stepping closer to you, and you back away in response, glancing around the room for another exit point. “I know a thing or two about flipping around myself. Maybe I can perform some tricks for you?”

There isn’t any. Not even a window.

“Why do you keep looking around? Why can’t you be happy with me?” Mr. Vidales whines, throwing the rag aside in frustration, with a small splat. “I did all of this for you! You like me, don’t you?” But… Why?

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s afraid that someone else will hear him. “When I first saw you in the crowd, I saw your excited face and couldn't stop thinking about how adorable it was. But then,” He takes a step. “You came back. Again.” And he takes another few steps closer, suddenly feeling yourself bump into a wall behind you, frantically glancing around for a way out. “And again,” His breathing becomes shaky as he lunges forward, grabbing your arm as you try to escape from his right side, your left. You cry out in fear as he pins you up against the wall, grasping your neck tightly. “And again. And again, you came back every time. You must’ve loved seeing me so much…” The grip on your neck tightens. “Next performance, I’ll be up on stage with all of them. Performing just for you.” Your breathing becomes ragged and hazy from the lack of oxygen, but he acts as though nothing is wrong, kissing your cheek. “Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything.” It’s getting hard to see. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, and run down your cheeks as he kisses them away, licking them up before they drip down to your shirt.

“You’re adorable, even when you cry…” His soft lips press against your cheeks repeatedly, his chuckles making you feel sick to your stomach. “You’ll be all mine, ah,” Mr. Vidales lets go of your neck, and as you take those much-needed gasps of air, he hugs your body close to his, and you wince once you feel his hard cock press against your thigh. “There’s nothing better than that…” His hand wraps around the back of your neck, applying some pressure, but jot enough to cut off your oxygen

What the fuck…

You try to turn your head, trying to get a glimpse of the corpse so you can identify who it is, yet he’s already shut the door to the closet, so you can’t.

“Are you trying to peek?” He frowns. “You don’t need to look at him. He isn’t your concern.” It looks like he’s trying to avoid the topic of the dead body altogether. He reaches over and pinches your cheeks, chuckling at your displeased expression. “Ah, I hope you understand how angry I get when you get so starry-eyed by looking at my member’s performances.” Mr. Vidales sighs, pushing you over to his desk by your waist. “I wish it were only me that you show that adorable expression to.” Why the hell is he acting so casual? He just killed someone. Your eyes keep on glancing towards the door, since you don’t see any other escape route.

Oh, when will you get your chance?

“But, I guess we all can’t have what we want.” He stops. “Well, maybe I can.” He shoves you up against the desk, patting his hand on top. “Sit.”

Oh.

You shakily hop up to sit on his desk, and he slides himself in between your legs, both of your faces mere centimeters apart. You have to hold your breath with the way you can see every drop of blood slide down his face,

“Now you’re with me! Isn’t that wonderful?” He presses a small kiss on your lips, grinning. “You’ll get to be with me everyday!” What? He tugs you closer, pressing your back against his chest once he pulls you into a big bear hug.

“Yes! With me.” he says plainly. “Forever.” No way. You glare at him in horror, but his smile never falters for even a moment. The blood splattered all over himself and his clothing, along with his declarations of love towards you…

It’s so sickening.

“What a dream come true.”

ミ★ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴. ★彡

happy halloween! ik i said i was gonna do the ghost boys for halloween, but i couldnt help myself </3

plus im gonna just extend the ghost boys into november bc i got hit w/ a mean writers block halfway thru….

hopefully this little fic can get me thru it

BUT IM WORKING ON OLIVERS DAY AGAIN SO YAY!!!!

yall gonna see the fnaf movie??? i am <3

#yandere #yandere x reader #male yandere #x gn reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #male yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #not proofread #circus

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ladychota · 7 months

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Hi! Can I request an established relationship with avenger!loki and reader where reader works in the med bay and loki gets hurt on a mission and is trying to avoid reader from finding out to not worry her but she finds out anyway and gets mad at him. kind of like fluff humor you can take it from there lol 😭

I'm fine

Pairing - Loki x Reader

Warnings - Mentions of surgery, blood, injury (let me know if there's anything you want added)

Summary - Loki's been avoiding Y/n after a mission and she wants to know why.

Word Count - 2.3k

A/N - Thank you for this! I've been so excited for it lol, I hope it's alright!

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"Hey, Bruce," You call, running after the scientist as he rushes through the med bay, tablet in hand. "Bruce!"

"What's up, Y/n?" He asks, turning to face you. "Are you gonna ask if they've reconnected to Loki's comms again?"

You let out a breath. "How did you guess?"

Loki - your extremely loving partner - was sent on a mission earlier today along with some of the other Avengers. It's often for you to continue work while he's away; a usually vain attempt to distract your mind from the dangers he could be in.

"Yes, they reconnected a few moments ago. He's alright," Bruce's reassuring smile lifts a huge weight off of your shoulders. "Nat said he-"

Bruce is cut off by an urgent-sounding noise on his tablet. He taps a few times before speaking.

"Hey Tony. Everything good?"

A crackly voice leaves the device. "No... Clint i- injured... retur- base."

"Got it. Get JARVIS to send me the details."

"Will do, over... ou-"

The call ends and Bruce visibly tenses. "Y/n. Go prepare and meet me and the team in Surgery 2."

Your relief instantly fades away to jittery nerves. You nod and turn around, quickly heading to grab your scrubs.

The pace around you picks up as word spreads over the incoming Avengers - no one is entirely sure how bad Clint is injured, but Bruce fears the worst. It doesn't take long for you to prepare - your hands are washed, scrubs, gloves and an apron are on, a disposable mask covers your nose and mouth and your hair is tied up tightly.

You file into the room with the rest of your team and begin setting up the equipment, readying supplies that will likely be needed. The thought of Loki niggles at the back of your mind. You're annoyed you can't meet him on the landing pad as usual. But it's not like him to just... disappear in the middle of a mission. Something must have happened...

You attempt to push the thoughts away. Your top priority now is to take care of Clint; to make sure he survives.

"The Avengers have landed in the Quinjet. Dr Banner says to be ready," JARVIS' mechanical voice rings down from the ceiling; you take a deep breath and ready yourself to do what you do best.

Bruce and the porter wheels a sedated Hawkeye into the bay; everyone gets to work straight away, Bruce overseeing the procedure.

It takes over two hours of surgery. Clint had lost a lot of blood from cuts and bruises everywhere. His worst injury, however, was a large piece of debris wedged in his lower abdomen - it took a lot of effort to remove the debris without causing any extra trauma. With some donor blood in his system and a few stitches here and there, the surgery was concluded and Clint was wheeled to a bay to come to his senses.

"Well done Y/n, you did good in there," Bruce congratulates, offering a smile. "Have the day off, you deserve it. I'll get one of the others to do the paperwork,"

You sigh quietly, happy to have some time off. "Thanks Banner. Don't overwork yourself! I'll come check on Clint later today."

"See you later,"

You turn and walk out of the Med Bay, the doors swinging to-and-fro before shutting behind you. Your gaze floats around the empty corridor, looking for a certain trickster God - sometimes he loiters outside the Med bay while you're in surgery, waiting to make sure you're okay. But today he's no where to be seen.

You shrug it off. He's just been on a mission and is probably exhausted, so he'll likely be in your room; or his, if he's not feeling the best. You take the lift up to the living quarters, skipping the common room and heading straight to your room.

"Hey Lo-" You push the door open, but your bed is empty; the bathroom door open. The room is eerily silent, and somewhat cold. Something feels... off.

You walk over to his room and knock twice - there's no answer. So, you walk right in. Loki never minds about you being in his personal space, so why would today be any different?

"Loki? You in here?" You hear a scuffle behind the closed bathroom door. "Loki?"

"Yep, I'm in the bathroom," He responds, his voice muffled by the separation between you both.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine!" He says much too quickly. Your eyes narrow with scepticism.

He bursts from the bathroom, the door crashing against the wall from his strength. He winces, a lopsided grin creeping on to his face.

"I'm fine," He repeats.

"For the God of lies, you really are a bad liar," You move forwards, rising onto your tip toes and gently angling his face down so you can analyse it.

"Uh, that's rude," He mumbles as you move his face this way and that, scrutinizing every part of his pale complexion for so much as a scratch.

Loki understands what you're doing almost instantly, his eyes rolling playfully.

"I'm fine, darling. I promise,"

You release his face and look down at your feet. "I'm sorry, I just... what happened on the mission? Bruce said your comms had been disconnected and... I panicked I guess."

Loki would typically tilt your head up with a singular finger and promise you that he was fine; that everything is okay. But today he doesn't. He stands silently - you can hardly bear it.

You hold your arms out and envelope him in a big hug. He doesn't return it straight away, what can only be described as a shudder flowing through every inch of his body.

Pulling away just as his arms try to snake around your waist. Your face contorts into one of worry, a small hint of hurt shining through your façade.

"Are you sure you're alright, my love?"

He nods somewhat sombrely.

"You know what?" He speaks. "I just remembered I have to feed the horses,"

Loki's eye twitches almost unnoticeably at his mistake - his lie is clearly one he's told many a time on Asgard.

"Feed the horses, huh?" You can't help but smirk slightly.

"It's a metaphor," He clarifies, pulling himself together and looking as if he hasn't just told the worst lie in the entire multiverse. "I have to go make sure Thor has enough pop tarts."

You hum in suspicious acknowledgement as Loki begins edging towards the door.

"Sure, sure."

"I'll see you later, darling." You're about to ask if you can come with him, but he's gone before a single syllable has left your lips.

The room around you feels much too quiet without him, and much too lonely too. What is up with him? Did he see something on the mission that bothered him? Or is he deliberately trying to hide something from you?

It's often that he's a terrible liar in front of you - despite his title - due to an unspoken rule he created, likely near the beginning of your relationship. It seems he vowed to himself never to lie to you, hence meaning that when he does lie they come out twisted and blocky, not smooth like his deceit towards anyone else.

You're unsure of what to do with yourself, but end up deciding to take a shower to ease away the stress of the day. By the time you've finished and spent time drying your hair, you're sure Loki will have finished... 'making sure Thor has enough pop tarts'.

~★~

"Hey Thor, Nat. You seen Loki?" You ask as you wander into the common area, feeling refreshed and a little less tense.

"No, Lady Y/n. I apologise, I last saw him as we departed the jet of the quills earlier today."

You share a look with Nat, trying your best not to laugh.

"Thor, it's a Quinjet." Nat emphasises, rolling her eyes and barely concealing a smirk.

"Yes, that's exactly what I said, Lady Natasha. The jet of the quills." Thor beams like a toddler with candy.

Nat audibly sighs. "Sorry Y/n, I haven't seen him either."

"No worries." You mumble, looking around the room rather hopelessly. "You don't happen to know what happened on the mission with his comms, do you?"

Nat purses her lips for a moment. "It was just a lost signal. I don't think anything actually happened."

"Huh. Okay," Your brows furrow. If nothing happened then why does it feel as if he's avoiding you? You must just be overthinking it. "Thanks."

"You alright?" She adds.

"Uh, yeah-" The lift pings and you hear the doors slide open.

"Ah, brother!" Thor exclaims. "Your lady was just asking after you,"

You turn to see Loki in the lift, an unreadable look on his face.

"There you are! Where have you been?" You ask, your face breaking out in a smile.

"Oh, me? I was just on the balcony enjoying some fresh air." He laughs nervously.

"You were?" Nat asks, shooting you a look. "I was up there a few minutes ago,"

"Oh you were? We must have missed each other." Again, he laughs.

You try to shake away the hurt and confused feeling that has seeped into your soul. "Well, no matter. I have the day off so we could spend it together if you like?" You ask him.

Loki sucks in a breath. "I really would love to, darling, but I have to go fill in my mission report. Maybe later?"

You feel your shoulders sag, but you don't let your expression show your disappointment.

"Talking of which, how did the mission go? You usually give me a very detailed analysis." You say, waltzing into the lift alongside him.

"JARVIS, take us to the living quarters," Loki says to the ceiling and watches as the lift doors close once more. "It went okay, average really." You nod as the doors slide away to reveal the corridor to your rooms. "I shall see you later then, my love,"

Loki takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips gently, then turns and exits the lift.

"Uh, not so fast, Romeo," You call after him, fed up of his anticks. He's clearly avoiding you - and something is clearly up.

You stride over to him; he takes a few steps back until he hits the wall.

"What is up with you?" You ask, jabbing a finger at his chest. He winces.

Your eyebrows twitch with confusion. Why did he wince?

"Nothing is up, my love." He elects not to say more, you guess because he's lying. Again.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you place your hand experimentally on his chest. He attempts to hide it, but he definitely flinches.

"Look, I must get on with my work. I promise I shall treat you to dinner tomorrow when it's all done," He grins and slips from your grasp, sauntering into his room.

"Nope," You say defiantly, following him. "You're going to explain to me why you're avoiding me. And I'm not leaving until you do."

"Avoiding you?" The door clicks shut behind you. "Y/n, darling. Don't be so silly."

"Are you calling me crazy now-" You cut off, catching a glimmer of crimson in the sink through the open bathroom door.

"Of course I'm not call-" Loki also stops, noticing what you're making a run for.

"What is this?!" You ask, holding up the bloody rag you found in the sink.

Loki swallows, biting nervously at his lower lip.

"I assure you, it's nothing."

"Don't play this game with me, Loki. What's going on?"

He sighs dramatically. "I merely gained a scratch while on the mission,"

"A scratch? Show me then,"

"I really don't think that's nec-"

"Show me," You interrupt, your tone harsh.

Loki gives in, wincing as he pulls off his shirt. Beneath lies a myriad of scuffs and scratches, some deep enough to still be oozing blood, others just red and angry. You move forwards, fingertips ghosting over the worst gashes as your face betrays your emotions.

Looking up into his eyes, you notice the spark of guilt dancing around - yet you ignore it.

"Why didn't you tell me!? Gods, Loki, this could get infected... look how much dirt there is!" Huffing, you point to the bed. "Lie down."

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I just didn't want you to worry. You worry enough as it is." You ignore his comment, filling up a bowl with warm water and finding a fresh cloth. You bring it into the bedroom and place it on the bed next to him, dipping in the cloth and wringing it out.

"This might hurt," You murmur, gently dabbing at the wounds. Loki's muscles flex, his jaw setting with pain as you clear up the grit and blood.

"The comms cut because of this," Loki starts, speaking as if he owes you the explanation. "There were too many on me and they knocked me to the floor. I skidded and somehow broke the device. I had to fix it with my magic, but it took a while because I had to rid myself of those imbeciles,"

You don't respond straight away, continuing to clean him up.

"And how did no one notice during the subsequent medical exam? Or did you somehow manage to dodge it?"

He chuckles softly. "You know me too well. It was actually very easy to dodge it without you around. Speaking of, how did Clint's surgery go?"

You yawn, tiredness from the day creeping behind your eyes and into your mind.

"It went fine. He's in recovery now and will be on bed rest for the next day or so,"

The cuts are all clean now; you place the rag in the now bloody water and grab a medical kit to place strips over the worst gashes.

"You really are amazing," Loki murmurs, more to himself than you.

You can't help smiling. "And you would be amazing if you didn't hide your injuries from me,"

"I'm sorry my love," He replies.

Now finished with your job, you lean over and press a gentle kiss against his lips.

"You're forgiven," You get up and begin putting everything away, flashing a smirk in his direction. "Although I do still expect that dinner tomorrow night,"

"I wouldn't dare miss it." He grins.

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anilovie · 4 months

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could I please have some anakin fluff when the reader is on her period and every inch of her body are sore and the period pain is so painful? despite how he intense he could get during sex and all, I wanna see the gentle and loving side of anakin from you hihi, thank youu

hii thanks for the request!! i wrote a little something that’s been bouncing around in my head for a while, but if you want some more general thoughts on this just let me know!!

CW: whump + fluff, mentions of menstruation/blood/pain but nothing too graphic, f-implied reader

WC: 1.3k

You would try your best today — that’s all you could promise yourself when you woke up to the dreaded stomach pains, sore muscles, and the dark red spot blooming on your bedsheets; all signs pointing to a very unfortunate time of month.

It was a shitty way to start the morning, ripping your bedsheets off and throwing them in the wash and trying not to beat yourself up for making a mess, waddling around your room due to the sticky mess between your thighs. You hadn’t anticipated starting today— you were a few days early, which was just perfect, because of course you’d be on the heaviest day of your period when you had so much to do.

No matter how bad you wanted to stay in bed all day, you had to get your clothes on and join the rest of the hustle and bustle in the temple halls. The war didn’t stop for your period, after all.

Considering you were in a shit mood, you tried to avoid everyone and stuck to working alone. Anakin was also busy, which you were glad for. He didn’t need to see you like this.

But he, without fail, always made it a point to free up time in his busy days to see you. Somehow. Even if it meant swiping you from your own work to walk with him to the caf for a quick coffee run.

And of course. Of course of course of course. Right before he dropped you back off to let you go back to work, he leaned in real close and said:

“You okay? Do you need anything from me?”

His eyes subtly shifted downward, and then back up, and you full-heartedly wished the ground would just open up and swallow you whole.

“I’m good, Anakin, thanks,” you rushed. He was never embarrassed to talk about it, but for some reason you were.

How could he even tell??

“Okay,” he knew not to push, even though you were clearly lying. “Just come find me if you need anything, alright? I’ll see you tonight.”

He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and pulled back with a small smile.

Just as soon as he turned to leave, a cleaning bot turned a corner too fast, one of its long metal arms flailing out too fast for you to anticipate. It slammed you in the lower stomach, right where it hurt the most.

“Shit—“ you gasped, arms instinctively wrapping around your middle, keeling over in pain. The droid was long gone by now, not having the capacity to understand what it did and scurrying back to duty.

Anakin swore a little too loud, turning right back around. He’d caught what happened out of the corner of his eye, forgetting about potential onlookers as he held you up with his arms, urging you back into an empty room and sitting you down in the nearest chair.

“Where’d it get you? Right there?” He was kneeling before you, brows creased in worry, subconsciously rubbing your arms up and down as his gaze pierced into the death grip you had around your middle.

Your eyes welled with pained tears, lip quivering as you struggled to keep your cool. “I’m okay,” you squeaked. “It was an accident.” But God, did it feel like your insides were being shredded up right now.

The cramps you’d been dulling with regular doses of painkillers came back full-force, twisting and pinching and radiating all through your lower abdomen, back, thighs— god, it hurt everywhere, and you really didn’t need this today.

That thought had a pathetic little whimper escape from your throat, and you would have been able to see Anakin’s heart break if you weren’t still hunched over, trying to diffuse any of the pain at all. Anakin’s hand roamed from your arm to your back, rubbing between your shoulder blades, giving you a minute.

“I’ll have to find that droid later,” he sighed under his breath, sinister. “But first, we should get you into bed. I don’t want you working any more today.”

The fact that you actually nodded in agreement was a very bad sign. Anakin wished he’d grabbed that stupid droid as soon as it passed you and broke its damn neck. Some sensors were clearly missing, anyways.

He wished he could carry you, but it was the middle of the day and too many people were walking around the temple. “Can you walk?” He asked tenderly, ducking his head to try and catch your eyes.

“Yeah,” you grit between your teeth, wincing as you straightened up and pushed yourself to your feet with a great big breath. It ached, the worst you’d ever felt, and you couldn’t walk without leaning forward, pressing a hand to your tummy as if it would help at all. Anakin took your other hand and led you out of the room, through the halls, and to your room.

His com started beeping as soon as he closed the door, answering it with an exasperated, “Not right now, Ahsoka. I’m busy.”

You’d have scolded him for snapping at his Padawan, but you were too focused on beelining to your bed, needing to sit again.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath. Your sheets were still in the dryer from this morning. “I forgot to make my bed,” you explained to Anakin once he caught up from the other room.

“Let me draw you a bath. I can make it in the meantime,” there was no room for argument as he slipped past you to the bathroom. “Come. Sit,” he held out a hand, almost stern, and once you took it, he nudged you to sit on the lip of the bath as he leaned in to twist the knobs.

He was mother-henning.

One of his hands remained on your knee as he fiddled with the knobs until he got the right temperature, testing it with his own hand before deeming it acceptable.

“Hands up,” he demanded, turning to you after shaking the water droplets from his fingers.

“Anakin, I can undress myself…” you cringed. Really, you didn’t want him to see how bloated and gross you probably looked. It’s how you felt at least. Even if you logically knew it wouldn’t even phase him, you’d rather take care of this business yourself.

“Alright,” he surprised you, giving in with little argument. “Can I just see, though? I want to make sure it didn’t bruise you.”

“I don’t think it did,” you said softly. “Just hurt really bad cause, yaknow… but you can see after.”

“Okay,” he stood, kissing you on the head on the way up. He grabbed a towel from the hanger behind the door and folded it on the sink for you to grab easily. “I’ll be right outside.”

“Aren’t you busy, though? You don’t have to stay with me.”

“I’m not busy,” he lied, and you gave him a pointed look. “None of it’s very important, at least.”

You were too tired to argue, plus you did really want him to stay with you. So you just nodded and whispered, “thank you,” as he closed the door.

With him gone, you finally allowed your face to twist into the pained grimace you’d been holding back, not wanting him to see how bad it truly hurt— was still hurting. Whatever that droid did, it must have knocked something loose, because it never usually hurt this bad.

With some deep, measured breaths, and lots of quiet swearing, you got undressed and cleaned up a little before getting into the bath, sighing in relief as your sore muscles relaxed in the hot water. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, chest warming at the muffled sounds of Anakin walking around your room, making your bed and talking to someone on his com: something along the lines of, “Leave me alone, I’ll do it tomorrow. Yes, I’ve already given the report, have some faith in me, why don’t you? No, it wasn’t last minute— by the way, there’s a CC-4 walking around missing some sensors—“

You didn’t stay in the bath for long, not wanting to keep Anakin waiting. Plus, it was making you sleepy and you wanted to get into bed so you could sleep away your woes.

Cringing with every movement, you lifted yourself from the bath and rushed to get everything cleaned and covered before you made a mess on the floor. You pulled your robe on from its hangar and exited the bathroom in considerably much less pain, pleased to see Anakin finishing tucking the sheets into the mattress, having laid out some snacks and a big glass of water on your desk. As you grew closer, you also found a little napkin with some pain pills on it.

“You should take those,” he instructed over his shoulder, and you smiled softly, picking them up and swallowing them with water.

“Thanks for all this, Ani,” you said, crawling onto the newly made bed. “Are you really gonna stay?”

“Of course,” he pulled the blanket right up over you before you could even reach for it. “Obi-Wan’s covering for me. I’m all yours tonight.”

“You should buy him a cupcake or something, it’s very nice of him to do that,” you muttered, already reaching for his belt and tugging on it loosely . “Can you get in bed with me?”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, unclasping his belt and laying it carefully on your desk. He kicked his boots off and slid in right beside you, and you instantly sighed, melting into his warm chest, arms circling around you like it was second nature. He let you shift around until you were comfortable, leg slotted between his, draped half-on and half-off his chest, head tucked right below his chin.

Another achey cramp washed over you, urging you to take his flesh hand and direct it over your lower abdomen, right where it hurt the most; which was also where you got hit.

“You said you’d show me,” he reminded gently.

Your response was muffled by the material of his robes. “It’s not bruised. I’ll show you later.”

You couldn’t see, but he smiled at your slightly slurred voice, your smaller hands gripping his large one to keep it over your tummy. He loved knowing that just his touch could give you so much relief. “So sleepy,” he teased, lips skimming over your forehead.

He breathed you in deeply for a long moment, rubbing your tummy in gentle motions. It ached at first, but soon the motions and the warmth of his hand eased away the pains, massaging you with just the right pressure to make it feel much, much better. You sighed in relief.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel well,” he whispered, though you were already half asleep.

“‘Ts okay. It’s unavoidable.”

“I’m still sorry. I wish you didn’t have to be in so much pain all the time. I wish I could take it away from you.”

You almost laughed at what you could say in response to that, but he was being serious, so you were too. “You’re making me feel better now, Ani.”

He sighed, squeezing your waist with his metal arm. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you kissed his collarbone.

He huffed a gentle laugh, and you relaxed further into him, putty in his arms. Anakin just had a way of making you feel so warm and so safe, your brain just goes quiet whenever you’re around him.

He slowed his hand on your belly, easing the pressure just a bit so you could tumble into unconsciousness. Somewhere between watching you sleep, roaming his hands over each of your aching muscles, front to back, and fiddling with the ends of your hair, he followed you into unconsciousness.

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winniemaywebber · 1 month

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The Apple Tree 🌳

part 1/6

Rosie Rosenthal x Reader

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Y/N, a school teacher, meets Robert "Rosie" Rosenthal in the village pub.

“Oh, Lord, be careful, Harrison,” you start, already running towards the small yet gangly boy hanging off the tree branch. He laughs at your frightened expression, showing that he was just teasing you.

“I'm fiiiiine, Miss Y/N,” he giggles, swinging on the branches like a little monkey. “Look at meeeeee!” You can't help but laugh at the young boy, the sunshine on his face as he swings to and fro. His other classmates are milling around the field, playing games together such as tag, jump rope, cats cradles and someone had even chalked a hopscotch grid on the small patch of cement exposed towards the end of the field.

A rumbling sound causes everyone to look up, seeing ten planes flying up into the cloudless blue sky.

“There they go,” a girl says, the string of the cats cradle on her fingers untangling due to her distraction. “Miss Y/N, I counted ten. Was I right?”

“You certainly are right, Penelope. And let's count ten again in a few hours when they all return. Right, back inside, everyone,” you shout to get everyone's attention, clapping your hands thrice. “It's time to carry on with our reading time.”

The afternoon sun begins to cool down as the day progresses, which you're glad of. Keeping seventeen small children focused during the few sweltering days of British summertime sure was quite the task, but you did enjoy seeing their sweet faces light up at the mention of extra playtime, or even, outdoor lessons where you'd let them dig rocks, look through their little magnifying glasses at little critters and bugs they'd found, and read under the apple tree.

It's towards the end of the day that you all once again hear the rumble sound that had become all too familiar over the last few months. You pause at your blackboard, the chalk in your hand hovering over it as the sound gets louder, causing the building to shake slightly. You turn, smirking, with a twinkle in your eye as your students get ready to rush out the door, yet wait for your instruction to do so.

“Go on, then!” you say, chuckling at their excitement to see the planes land. A cheer erupts as the planes fly overhead, all the children counting in unison.

“One…two…three,” you look up, hand shielding your eyes from the sun and squinting slightly, silently hoping to see all ten planes arrive.

“Seven…eight…nine…”

“Just one more,” you whisper to yourself, teeth gritted suddenly.

“TEN! That's ten!” The kids begin cheering, some even hugging one another. You breathe a huge sigh of relief, glad of not having to explain the potential consequence of planes going missing today.

“Bye, Miss Y/N! Have a good weekend!”

“Thank you, Harrison. You, too! Say hello to your mother for me. Let her know I'll be stopping by with a pie this weekend. I owe her for fixing my skirts!” He nods, hand held out towards you.

“Picked this for you.” He is holding a shiny red apple, the first from the school's apple tree. You place a hand to your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion.

“Thank you, darling. That's so kind. Now, off you go before mum begins to worry!”

You begin to bike home, taking this opportunity to breathe in the remainder of the summer, the leaves of the trees blowing in the beautifully soft breeze. These poor Americans had only experienced two seasons the entire time they'd been here: pouring rain or unnecessarily humid and hot, which reminded you that at least England was sticking to its regular schedule. Soon enough, this beautiful weather would be a distant memory, the countryside once again turning wet, muddy and mostly sludge.

You're almost home when you spot your friend Sally running alongside your bicycle.

“Hi, Y/N,” she calls, jogging next to you. “Are you still coming tonight?”

You push the brake on your bike, coming to a stop just outside your cottage and fiddling with the gate.

“Yes! What time?”

“I was thinking around 7. We can walk there together!”

“Wonderful. See you then, doll!”

You settle into your favorite armchair once inside the house, the grill heating up your toast, the kettle about to whistle as it reaches a boil. Spreading homemade lemon curd on your toast and adding milk and sugar to your tea, you sit back down with a magazine, mulling over what to wear this evening. It was finally Friday, and the evening you'd venture to the village pub with your friends for your weekly catch up.

Standing in front of your wardrobe, you run your hands through the soft material of your favorite dresses, choosing the first one to catch your eye. A sage green dress, fitted at the waist and flowing into a beautiful skirt that you liked to think mimicked the petals of a flower. You let down your hair from the scarf that had kept it contained all day while teaching, running your hands through it as it falls about your shoulders, shining thanks to the evening sunlight streaming through your window. With one more swipe of mascara and a little dab of blush, you're ready right on time as you hear knuckles softly rap the wooden door to your tiny cottage.

“Hi, doll! Oh, you look wonderful!”

“Thanks, Sally,” you say, smiling back at her. “You do, too! Is that a new dress?”

“It sure is,” she replies, her eyes sparkling slightly.

“And would that be for anyone in particular?” You joke, poking at her shoulder slightly.

“Maybe…” she replies, wistfully. “Now, come on, I don't want to keep James waiting.”

“Oh, yes,” you respond, winking jokingly. “We wouldn't want to have James stood up.”

Arriving at the pub, you see James out front in his uniform. Sally squeals, running into his arms quick as a flash. “Hi, honey,” you hear him say, his thick Tennessee drawl cutting through the air, still unusual to hear around here. He kisses her on the cheek and winks at you. “Hey, Y/N. Good to see ya.”

“And you, James!” He opens the door for you both and walks over to the bar to join his friends who poke at him, making fun of him sweetly.

Your friends wave, gesturing for you and Sally to come over, and you sit down to join them. James runs back over with two drinks in his hand: a red wine for Sally and a small beer for you. You look up at him gratefully, thankful for his kindness and willingness to treat his girlfriend's friends so nicely.

An hour passes, you and your friends knee deep in village gossip, eyes wide and hands gesturing wildly when you notice the door open out of the corner of your eye. In walks the most handsome man you've ever seen: brown, soft curls that compliment his baby blue eyes perfectly. His mustache, trimmed to perfection, suits his face extremely well. He smiles towards his friends, showing two rows of perfect white teeth, his smile taking your breath away.

“Oh my gosh. Who is that?” You murmur to the table. All four of your companions turn their heads to get a better look, all looking back at you with the same expression. “Good golly,” one replies. “He is incredibly handsome. Shame I'm married…” she titters, hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Now, now, lady,” you tease. “He'll be back soon enough. You don't need to surprise him with an American upon his return.” You can't seem to tear your eyes away from this handsome man, though, feeling your body grow warm with every movement he makes, the heat going from the pit of your stomach up to your face causing you to have to press your cool hand to it.

The man turns around from the bar, taking a sip of his drink when he catches you staring at him. You look down at the table, suddenly embarrassed, your face reddening even more. You feel Sally elbow you softly. “Y/N, he's coming over,” she squeals. “Oh, goodness, he's coming over.”

Before you know it, he's stood in front of you with his hand outstretched towards you. “Ma'am,” he says nervously, a sweet smile on his face. “Would you like to dance?” Trying your best to not squeak with excitement and embarrass yourself, you nod, swallowing.

“Yes, please.”

You can't help but smile as he slowly twirls you around the small dancefloor, soft jazz being played on the stage opposite you.

“What's your name?”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” you respond, hoping your hand on his shoulder will keep you upright. “And you?”

“Rosenthal, Robert Rosenthal. The fellas call me Rosie.”

“It's nice to meet you, Mr Rosenthal. What is it you do?”

“Call me Rosie, please. I'm a pilot.”

“Oh, amazing!” You reply. “The kids and I were watching you all fly back in today. We were very glad to count all ten aircraft.” He looks at you, confused for a moment. “I'm a teacher at the local school. The kids are my students,” you reassure him.

“Whew,” he blows out air from his mouth, his cheeks puffing comically. “Had me worried there.” You giggle at his expression, your eyebrows slightly raised. “Glad there's no need to duel a man over a pretty girl.”

The next couple of hours are spent sat together, sharing stories of your lives. He tells you of how he was a lawyer prior to enlisting, where he grew up and where he went to school. You share how you grew up right here, a beautiful childhood in the countryside and how you've just inherited your grandmother's cottage, working on making it feel more like your own. You can't help but smile at him, your eyes intently staring into his as he shares small tidbits of his life with you, you always being curious of places away from East Anglia.

“May I walk you home, Y/N?” he asks, as he sees you stifle a yawn and the landlord rings the bell for last orders.

“I'd love that, Rosie. Yes, please.” You turn and quickly wave goodbye to your friends, the girls quietly cheering as you leave on Robert's arm.

He holds the hand you've placed in the crook of his arm, his other hand holding his hat, allowing you to go slightly ahead of him in order to direct him. However, you walk as slow as you can to savor every last moment with him, the light of the moon shining in his gorgeous hair, the stars in the night sky looking so similar to his beautiful eyes. You walk in companionable silence, reaching the cottage within a few moments.

“Thank you for walking me home, Robert. I had a really lovely time with you.”

“Me, too, ma'am,” he replies, fiddling with his sleeve slightly. “May I see you again?”

“I'd be delighted,” you smile, blushing slightly. He steps forward and takes your hand, kissing it softly before repeating the same action on your warm cheek.

“G'night, Y/N. I sure hope I see you again soon.”

“Goodnight, Rosie.”

#masters of the air #mota #masters of the air fic #mota fic #rosie rosenthal fic #rosie rosenthal x reader #rosie x reader #winnie writes

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦 !

˖˚˳⊹ camboy headcanons feat. scaramouche : heizou : childe : cyno : diluc : kazuha : tighnari : itto x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : degradation (scaramouche)

camboy! scaramouche who's looking at you all condescending, he's a brat and he knows his viewers adore that about him. He's never leaving eye contact with the webcam, scaramouche strokes his cock while circling his thumb over his leaking tip to spread his pre cum, "don't tell me you want a taste? fucking whore." he's clicking his tongue, annoyed almost, rolling his eyes back as he bit back another moan, growling from deep inside his throat as he threw his head back, fisting himself harder for his ever so lovely viewers.

camboy! heizou who adores putting on a show, truly. Making the viewer forget all about the daily struggles they faced and solely focusing on him is everything he wants to achieve. Not to mention that the money he gets thrown at him is more than worth it. He studied his viewers, knows what they want to see as he playfully licks his lips, his cock hard and erect on full display. "someone needs to help me, it hurts." he‘s whincing, grazing over his shaft with his fingertips and eliciting yet another deep moan from his mouth, knowing very well that everyone fucking loved seeing him like this.

camboy! childe whose face is hidden with a mask, his legs spread while the cam captures every little detail of his body. One of his hands is resting behind his head while the other one teases himself with soft touches. "i‘m so hard" he‘s laughing, his cock throbbing and resting on his pelvis, leaving stains of pre cum all over. His body felt hot n needy, the confidence that radiated through him did a great job in enhancing said beautiful features of his as he took his cock in his hands, fisting himself in painfully slow strokes for his viewers.

camboy! cyno who‘s looking at the cam with a big fat grin on his face. His hands grabbing a hold of his cock, lazily stroking his shaft while hissing out ever so often. He‘s biting down on his lower lip to prevent it from quivering, his body running hot as his thumb rubbed circles around his tip, spreading the pre-cum around and teasing himself in the process. "fuck." he‘s letting out a breathy laugh, "you like seeing that? huh." his sentence following up with a groan from deep inside his throat, the views on his live stream increasing every minute.

camboy! diluc whose face is hidden, the vibrant red hair being his trademark as his hair strands lazily covered his already concealed features. The tip of his cock looked angry, fading a dark shade of red as it throbbed in his large hand. He‘s so messy with it, his strokes lacking in an even pace as he carefully pushed his mask aside to show his lips to his viewers. He‘s cautious, doesn‘t want his face to be exposed as he let a bulb of spit hit his shaft, rubbing the saliva on his cock before continuing his movements. "just like that." his head falls back, "that’s perfect, won’t you agree?" chest rising and falling as his breath quickened at the newish found pace.

camboy! kazuha who‘s telling you that you did such a great job, his face fucked out from his own little doings. It‘s been hours since he‘s been playing with himself, previous releases coating his hands and staining them further. "You‘ve been so good today." he‘s cooeing into the cam, that infamous grin painted across his features, "i just know you were so fucking good, trying your best and all." his voice was soothing, melting off the walls as he took his cock in his hands, a small vein garnished around his girth as he spread the pre cum to make himself properly wet, "now now." his voice becoming deeper, "let me show you just how good you are, okay?"

camboy! tighnari who‘s edging himself because he knows that‘s something everyone wants to see. "fuck, don‘t wanna cum." his eyes are scrunched shut, head thrown back as his strokes become faster, his mouth agape as he breathed out hard from all the pleasure. Tighnari opened his eyes now, they were glassy with lust covering them, "i don‘t want wanna cum yet." with that he‘s forcing himself to let go of his cock, an annoyed groan escaping his throat, "fuck, fuck." a chant of curses were all he was able to let go of, trying to compose himself to go for yet another round. "lets try again, shall we?"

camboy! itto who‘d be a little sweetheart if it wasn‘t for his fat cock taking all the show. He‘s cheeky but cute, "you‘re doing such a great job for me." his voice faint n playful alluring his viewers to stay for more, "you‘re here again? i‘m so glad." his head lightly lolling back as he particularly harsh squeezed the top of his cock, grinding himself into his fist. The pout on his lips was adorable, cutesy even, a soft pink tint painted across his cheeks which showed on how close he was to taste his climax, his groans becoming louder within a minute, "now, who wants to see me cum?"

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layla4567 · 8 months

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Vaccines are good

Dad!Colin Zabel x Mom!fem!reader

Summary: You and your husband Colin make up a happy family, Colin turned out to be a great father and you both love your little son. But can the detective get out of trouble when they take his son to be vaccinated?

Warnings: fluffy things and mention of needles and childhood illnesses of course

Word count: 2.8k ***************

Colin was preparing lunch while Alex was sitting at the table drawing with his crayons. The handsome detective smashed two eggs into the pan, adding salt, pepper and coriander and then began to beat them with the fork. He would take care of preparing something else for Alex, over time he had learned that the little one didn't like omelettes. He arranged the food on the plates and served them on the table waiting for you to get home from work.

"Hey champion, what are you drawing?" Colin asked, bringing his face closer to the sheet of paper.

The boy happily held the paper up with pride. "It's you with your police car!"

Colin smiled when he saw himself in that drawing. The colors spilled out of the lines but the detective could clearly be seen standing next to his car, which had the dome lights on, shining red and blue. Alex was very proud of his father and always said that when he grows up he wants to be like him, he even often wore his father's clothes and played cops and robbers with his schoolmate. Colin always laughs but obviously he worries that his son will be involved in a dangerous and stressful job like that.

"It's amazing kid! you even drew the details of my uniform, you are talented!"

Alex's cheeks turned tulip-pink with pure joy as he smiled widely. The boy was a carbon copy of his father, same eyes, same hair and every time he smiled you saw Colin. Suddenly there was a sound of keys opening the door and a sweet voice announced their arrival.

"It's mom!!" Alex got out of his chair running towards the door while you opened it laughing at his enthusiasm. Colin also came to meet you.

"Hey! How was my teddy bear today?"

You scooped Alex into your arms as you planted a loud, slobbery kiss on his cheek. The little boy laughed and then with a grimace of disgust he wiped his cheek without stopping laughing, his face was so funny that it infected you with laughter. You weren't afraid to show how much you loved your son even if you were a little clingy at times.

"Hi sweetie, welcome home." Colin hugged you around the waist and kissed you tenderly on the lips.

"Ew..". The boy said, making a disgusted face and looking away.

Colin laughed tenderly. "Why don't you show mommy what you did today, huh?"

The boy nodded with great enthusiasm and jumping happily.

"Let's see Alex, show me"

Your son grabbed your hand and quickly led you to the table where his little drawing rested. With both hands he raised it to the level of his face.

"Ta-daa!! Guess who it is!!"

You gasped in surprise as you grabbed the drawing from the boy's small hands. You looked at it carefully while smiling sweetly. The proportions of the things he had drawn were not perfect but they seemed adorable to you.

"Oh my god Alex, it's beautiful! And It's daddy! and with his police car of course"

"Yeah!! you guessed it!". Alex smiled at you with that gap between his frontal paddles that seemed so tender and pretty to you.

"Let's hang your drawing on the refrigerator door, what do you think, honey?"

Your son shouted yes and you gave Colin a smiling look.

"I think it's a great idea babe"

While you placed the drawing under two magnets Colin asked his son what he wanted for lunch.

"Ok little champ, what do you want for lunch? You don't want an omelet, right?"

Alex shook his head vigorously while sticking out his tongue in a grimace of disgust.

Colin smiled in amusement. "Alright, alright. How about pasta?"

"Yay I love pasta!!"

The detective laughed amused, it was no secret that your son loved Italian food. you turned around looking at them happily.

"Ok, then pasta will be"

Your husband had gotten up from his seat to put the noodles in a pot when Alex sneezed loudly. Colin stopped halfway looking at you while you approached Alex with concern.

"What was that, hun?" You gently took his chin in your hand, inspecting him.

"I don't know, mommy". Alex sniffed the snot with his nose as he wiped it on a sleeve.

"I already told you not to wipe your snot on your sleeve, you'll make it dirty."

"Sorry mom.."

You looked for a disposable tissue in your purse that Colin handed you and leaned close to your son's face.

"Come here"

You carefully wiped his nose while inspecting his nasal passages for any possible infection or irritation but found nothing alarming.

"Well It seems like you don't have any infection, maybe it's a simple allergy. "My love, was he like this all day?" You turned to look at your husband who returned a worrying look.

"Actually no, he was perfect. Just now he started sneezing"

You put your arms on your hips as you looked at your son thoughtfully who looked back at you a little scared.

"But he had already had a cold last week, right?"

Colin nodded. You still remembered what it had been like last week. Alex had had a fever and cough and had stayed in bed resting as the doctor had said. The poor thing couldn't leave the house to play with his friends and spent time eating soups that he considered very bland.

Worried, you walked quickly to your bedroom to look for Alex's vaccination record. You checked that everything was in order, Alex had all the vaccines from when he was a few months old baby. But he was missing the measles vaccine, which he had to get at age 5. Alarmed, you returned to the kitchen with the booklet in your hand. Alex had a terrified face when he saw it, he already knew that the storm was about to break loose.

"Colin, Alex doesn't have the measles vaccine and he's already 6, he must get it as soon as possible".

When the little boy heard the word vaccine, he jumped in his chair.

"Sure, it makes sense. The symptoms are fever, cough and runny nose, that's what he suffered last week"

"Come on, bring the car keys, we have to take him to the nearest hospital".

The detective grabbed the keys that were hanging on a cute keychain on the wall hand painted by Alex and you grabbed your purse and put on a jacket. When you called your son, he got out of the chair scared, getting as far away from the two of you as possible.

"NO!". He yelled

The two of you were about to open the door when the child's scream made you turn around to see him. When the little naughty boy made sure he had both of your attention, he returned to the charge, shouting.

"I DON'T WANNA GO TO THE DOCTOR AND I DON'T WANT VACCINES!!!"

Alex crossed his arms angrily as he furrowed his eyebrows so tightly that his forehead became wrinkled.

"Alexis Zabel!"

You put your hands on your hips, also furrowing your eyebrows, looking at him defiantly, you could play that game too. Everyone in the family knew that when you called your son by his full name it was because you had exhausted your patience and he was in serious trouble.

Colin took a step forward, trying to calm the atmosphere and cut the tension that would be felt in the air.

"Come on Alex, don't make mom angry, don't make it harder".

The detective approached with his arms open to grab his son but the boy was faster and ran screaming towards his room as if he had a rocket up his ass.

"NOOOOO!"

You ran in his direction, annoyed. "Alexis come here immediately!"

Colin grabbed your arm. "Wait, let me talk to him."

You huffed in agreement while your husband smiled at you, caressing your wrist. Colin headed to his son's room. His dark wooden door was decorated with posters of dinosaurs and robots. He knocked on the door twice.

"Alex? It's me, daddy. Can I come in?"

The man heard Alex's muffled voice from being behind the thick door giving him a negative answer, from his tone of voice he seemed still angry.

"Please son I just want to talk I promise"

Zabel waited anxiously by the door when a slight movement of the handle made him sigh in relief. Alex's chubby face barely peeked out of the space he had left open.

"Fine, come in"

Colin walked in smiling. Alex's room was quite big. The walls were decorated with drawings and posters of his favorite cartoons. There were also shelves with dolls and stuffed animals piled up, many of them were dinosaurs, he loved them. His toy trunk also had fire engines, tanks and racing cars that the boy had even taken charge of naming. The bed where the boy was sitting was shaped like a car and his blankets had drawings of prehistoric animals and plants. Colin sat next to his son who remained very serious.

"Listen Al, I know you don't want to get vaccinated but it's for your own good.". Colin used to use that pet name with his son.

"Adults always say that". Alex crossed his arms and turned his face away so as not to see his father.

"But it's because it's the truth. You know?, when I was your age I didn't want to get vaccinated either."

Alex's little face lit up in surprise as she turned to look at him. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Look, if you promise to behave like the brave boy I know you are, on the way out, I promise to buy you the biggest ice cream you want".

"You promise?". Said the boy smiling

Colin extended his pinky in promise. "Pinky promise, kid"

Alex intertwined his pinky with his father's, laughing happily as they both left the room, but not before grabbing a toy car for Alex to entertain himself and calm down. You continued waiting at the door impatiently moving one foot up and down until you saw them leave the room.

"We can go now". Your husband said smiling.

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The ride to the hospital was quite quiet, from time to time you would take quick glances at Alex who was calmly playing with his toy in the back seat. Colin sensed your nervousness and grabbed your hand firmly, smiling at you while he held the steering wheel with the other.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." He whispered to you

You nodded, smiling. Everything seemed calm and correct, but when he arrived at the establishment and got out of the car, Alex saw the facade of the hospital and the fear returned to him, so he started screaming and kicking to get back to the car. You grabbed your son's hand, pulling him with Colin's help to get him into the hospital but Alex couldn't stop crying. The detective crouched down next to his son.

"Remember what we talked about, if you continue like this there will be no ice cream"

Colin's slightly threatening tone brooked no reply. Alex was going to say something but upon looking into his father's intimidating eyes he decided to remain silent. So, with a dejected air and the face of a lamb about to go to the slaughterhouse, they headed inside the building. Of course the boy carried the toy car under his arm. In the waiting room there were many children more or less his age, some teenagers and babies a few months old. With a sad and scared face, Alex sat between his parents to await his fatal fate. The other children also seemed somewhat dejected.

You knew how tortuous it is for a child to be vaccinated, you still remember when you went nervously to the waiting room to get an injection when you were a child. And honestly the screams and cries that came from the door where the vaccines were given was not exactly relaxing. That's why you took your son's delicate hand in yours, squeezing it gently to give him warmth, courage and protection.

"Sweetheart, you can do it, I trust you. And when we get into the room I will be with you the entire time and I will hold your hand so it doesn't hurt."

Your son wiped a small tear that was almost dry from his rosy cheek and looked at you with a shy smile.

"Alright, if you say so..."

The hours passed and the waiting room was emptying. There were only two people left ahead of you. Many of the children came out smiling with tears in their eyes, others didn't say anything and looked at the ground as they walked. Then a plump older woman called them by Alex's full name. The little boy did not want to go but he remembered his father's promise and bravely squeezed your hand and headed to the room while your husband sat waiting outside.

The injection room was beige and the walls were decorated with paintings of animals to calm the children, you weren't sure if it really worked. There was also a medium-sized window with baby blue curtains that overlooked a garden full of flowering bushes. You directed your distracted gaze there when the woman brought you out of your thoughts.

"Okay, so this is little Alex Zabel."

The lady was wearing a dark blue nurse's uniform and was smiling affably. You looked at your son who could only look down holding on to his toy car.

"Oh it's ok honey, it'll just be a little prick". The woman said

Alex's eyes were starting to water again so you tenderly wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a protective gesture. "Sweetie everything will be fine, you'll see"

The nurse told Alex to sit in a chair and roll up the sleeve of his shirt so she could give him the injection. She also asked him which arm he wanted the injection in and the boy pointed to his left arm. The good-natured woman began to prepare the needle, taking one out of a sterilized envelope that was in a plastic box full of them. When you saw them, a slight chill ran down your spine. You still remembered your first vaccine as if it were yesterday and you understood everyone more than ever. those children who came out crying.

Alex also saw the needles and buried his face in your chest, scared. You grabbed her hand and whispered the words you had said before "Remember, mommy is here and I won't let go of your hand."

The little boy nodded and sat up straight in his chair, squeezing your hand tightly as he showed his left arm to the nurse. She tapped the needle with her gloved hands to make the liquid go down.

"Alright, little Alex, take a deep breath."

Alex closed his eyes tightly until his nose wrinkled and he squeezed your hand even harder as it started to hurt, never underestimate the strength of a scared 6 year old child. It was barely a second until the nurse announced that she was finished.

"Done! You see it wasn't that big of a deal?".She laughed sweetly

Your son opened his brown eyes wide and looked at his arm in surprise, looking for any cut or wound, both women laughed and the nurse carefully squeezed his arm with cotton.

"Hold this cotton in your arm for a few minutes, then you could throw it away. Aaand." The woman took out a red popsicle from a jar and handed it to the child who was looking with bright, greedy eyes. "This is for you, for being such a brave child."

"That's very kind, thank you" You said to the nurse and looked at your son "You thank her too, Alex."

The little one had already put the lollipop in his mouth without thinking twice and didn't even take it out to respond "Thzank yough"

Mother and son left the small room hand in hand, happy and laughing. Colin was already standing waiting for them with a relieved smile on his face.

"So? How did my little champion do?"

"Oh he was incredible, he didn't cry even once"

"And look daddy!!, the nurse gave me a lollipop for being good!"

"Oh look at that!"

Colin lifted the boy into his arms giving him a kiss on the cheek while you held his toy.

"It seems that today you are going to stuff yourself with so many sweet things"

"What does that mean?". You asked funny and curious

"It means daddy will buy me ice cream!!!"

Colin looked down, smiling a little embarrassed for not telling his wife about the deal.

"Oh yeah? Well I guess daddy can buy ice cream for everyone too." You said laughing and giving your husband a kiss on the cheek.

Colin laughed and agreed to pay for the other ice creams. They returned to the car happy, heading to the nearest ice cream parlor, eager to try that sweet and frozen dessert.

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I have read many stories where Colin is the father of a girl, so I wanted to write a story where he had a son.

By the way, I wrote this after reading the @sweeter-innocence-fics fic. Thanks for being an inspiration for this, you can read her Colin fic here

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