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tiredfox64 · 14 days

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I was wondering if you could write about Smoke and the reader have already been married and they have kids of their own (2 or 3) and Kuai Liang and Harumi decided to give them a break by watching the kids while Tomas and the reader go on a date night and when they come back they see Kaui Liang and Harumi look exhausted and lost while the kids are being rambunctious? Lol

Never Again, Not Even for Cake

Prior notes: I’ve babysat my niece once. I ended up telling my fiancé my baby fever was gone. Still looking for it. (I’ll get to the other requests soon)

Pairing: Tomas x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: A child (no)

Ah yes, life’s pleasures. Fall in love, get married, have yourself a little family, the good stuff. Ah but hey, did anyone tell you have difficult kids could be?

Well, Tomas was a child once, but that doesn’t help. You did come from a large family, that helps. It was like living with bunnies. Even if you were the youngest there was always a cousin, niece, or nephew to help with. So you got the hang of this.

The first were a pair of twins, god help you. Two rambunctious boys who went behind their father’s back and learned smoke magic themselves. They aren’t skilled but they like to use it for pranks. And when they turned five, what do you think happened? That’s right! You fell pregnant again! This time with a baby girl.

So now you and Tomas have a family with a pair of six year old twins and a one year old baby girl. Take a guess, when was the last time you ever caught a break? Long time ago. That’s why Kuai Liang and Harumi stepped up and decided to babysit. That’s what good godparents do. You were a little skeptical since you never really knew how good they were with kids. But they constantly said it won’t be bad, you two need a break, you guys haven’t had a date in a while, etcétera etcétera. You caved, now the lovely couple stands in your home, ready to babysit.

“Are you sure you two can do this? You do realize the twins are sneaky? The little one found out she can grab things now.” You kept blabbering and Tomas had to reassure you.

“My love, I’m sure they will be fine. Kuai Liang helped raise me so I’m sure he can deal with the boys.”

“But-“

“We know the milk is in the fridge we just need to warm it up. She is teething so there are frozen teething toys in the freezer. The boys will eat anything and they like to sit down to watch Power Rangers.” Harumi quickly shut you down by going over some of the key points you told them.

“I still don’t think your use of the television is a great idea when calming the boys down.” Kuai Liang critiqued as if he has any say.

“It’s just a tv, Kuai Liang. Other parents do worse you have no idea.” You snapped back.

“Okay, love, I think we should get going. They look like they can handle themselves. Goodbye! Thank you again!” Tomas thanked his brother and sister in law before dragging you out of the house.

Finally a moment of freedom.

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A simple dinner alone was already a treat itself. Not having to force the twins to sit down, stop fighting, and just eat their food was a relief. Or your baby crying in the middle of the meal and having to listen for a good minute to figure out what she wants. The worst is when she’s just crying for no reason and you can’t do anything but let it pass.

There was none of that. Just you and Tomas having a yummy meal. It took you back to the time when you two were just dating. You could never really sit down since Tomas seemed paranoid he would be caught sneaking out of practice. He’d always scare you by popping out of no where from a puff of smoke. It wasn’t ever a big deal and he’d take your hand to go get some food. You commonly would steal from his plate whenever you could but you would give something back in return. A trade. He was happy to see that you still do that even when you guys are now married. You haven’t changed a bit and he was happy with that. Not even becoming a mother could suppress your personality.

You still look as gorgeous as the day he met you and he still looks so handsome. You never doubted your relationship with him. Never doubted marrying him or having kids with him. This date shows that there is a still a strong spark between you.

Not even when the dinner was done did the date truly end. You guys walked, talked, and laughed together. Never even a mention of the kids. Oh that’s right, the kids.

“It’s getting pretty late. You think we should start heading back? We did tell that that we would be out for three hours.” You suggested.

Tomas took a moment to think about it. Yes, it was getting pretty late. Late enough that the kids might need to be put down for bed soon. But…

“Nope, I think they will be okay with us being out for another hour. It’s not like the kids have anywhere important to be tomorrow so they can stay up late.” Eh, good enough, may the date go on!

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You and Tomas felt more rejuvenated. All smiles and laughter. You even felt good enough to get Kuai Liang and Harumi a whole cheesecake as another thanks for babysitting. You of course had to get the twins their own slice or else they won’t even shut up.

What you didn’t expect is to walk into was pure chaos. Your motherly instincts kicked in the moment you heard the baby crying. A cry of pain, probably the teething. Ah but Harumi looks like she’s in more pain. The baby had a tight grip on her long hair. That’s what you forgot to tell her. The baby yanks so she should put her hair up. Well at least Kuai Liang was safe from that.

…never mind the boys got him. He looked like a shell of his former self. His bun was so close to unraveling. At least nothing was on fire so that means they didn’t trick him into using his powers.

You placed the desserts on the kitchen table before running to Harumi. You forced your baby girl to open her hands and let go of Harumi’s beautiful black hair. It looked all messy now when it’s usually all smoothed down. You opened the freezer door and popped in the first frozen teething toy you could see. Immediately the crying stopped and she was satisfied once more.

Poor Kuai Liang, the twins are yanking at him and asking him to do more tricks. What is it with boys and arson? Tomas came over quickly to yank them off him, holding them by the back of their shirts. Looking around you could see the living room was in shambles.

“What in the world happened here?!” You yelled out.

“Why didn’t you say anything about them using smoke magic?” Kuai Liang asked in a tired voice.

“We told you they were sneaky.” You said.

“That’s not-!” He stopped himself from screaming at you.

Tomas placed both boys down on the ground again before scolding them into apologizing and cleaning the living room up.

“I mean look, you lived. You still have head on your hair,” You pointed at Harumi, “And you still have your sanity in tact.” Referring to Kuai Liang.

That was a lie they look utterly exhausted. Traumatized even. You’ve never seen these two that disheveled before. Hell, not even you looked this way after giving birth to the twins. Though their looks didn’t stop Tomas from asking for something else.

“Thank you so much for taking care of the kids, Kuai Liang,” he pulled his brother in closely to whisper something, “Could you come back next week? I want to take her out again.”

Kuai Liang damn near looked like he would kill his brother. He didn’t say anything. He just took Harumi’s hand and went out the door. They didn’t even take the cheesecake. Oh well! More for the family!

After notes: I’m sorry if this seems disfuncional. I ended up crying during my speech today so I feel off. I’ll be done with this semester soon. Only three weeks to go. Adiós!

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Rhaegar’s Nameday

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!reader x Aegon ii Targaryen

Summary- it's Rhaegar's name day and he's in for a few surprises

Warnings- poly relationships, Aegon is scared of a 6-year-old, use of the word whore and bastard, brief smut, y/n being a worried mother, Aemond gets a daemon moment

Part of ‘A Good Wife’ Universe

Wc-4.8k

"Cake, music, and food are finalized." You say as you cheek off the boxes. "I am never planning his birthdays again." You were stressed out for Rhaegars Nameday as well as planning your wedding.

"You should have let us do something." Aemond kisses the top of your head.

"He's turning six, it needs to be perfect."

"He'll love anything, Rhaegar is not an ungrateful boy," Aegon says from behind you. Aemond then pushed some of your hair away from your neck and started kissing down your neck. You let yourself relax into the kisses even throwing your head back slightly.

"Aegon." Kiss. "Help me take care of our princess." It wasn't long before you felt a second pair of lips on your neck.

"Not ready." You say and reach up to grab the back of their necks. "Few more weeks."

"We don't need to fuck you with our cocks to help you relax," Aegon says. "Stand up." You did as he instructed and they started guiding you to the bed. Aegon sat down first and pulled you on his lap, he then placed his hands on your hips and started grinding you against his leg.

"Mmm." Aemond sat down next to you and slowly started pulling down the top of your dress. When your breasts popped out Aemond immediately attached his mouth and started sucking. As you were still lactating his mouth was flooded with milk. You tugged on Aemonds scalp and he groaned. "More." Aemond pulled away then grabbed your dress and pulled it over your thighs. He dropped lowered and started kissing and sucking close to your mound.

None of you heard the door opening, it was the small gasp that made you all jump apart.

"Rhaegar!" You exclaimed and pulled your skirt down. Aemond sat on the ground and wiped his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Aemond says and Aegon shifts uncomfortably and moves from behind you.

"Why is uncle Aegon kissing momma like that?" He instantly frowned and you saw his eye start to gloss. "Do you not love each other anymore?"

"Oh, baby." You frowned and stood up to go to your son. You picked him up and started walking back, Aemond sitting on the bed now. You say in between the two brothers.

"Rhaegar, your mother and I love each other very much still."

"But why-." He started but you cut him off.

"Shh. You know the story of our ancestor Aegon the Conqueror and his sister wives?" He nodded. "Me and your father had to marry for duty but it turned into love very quickly, we were in love before the wedding." You looked at Aemond and smiled at him, he was already smiling, thinking of all the fun you had. "Now I know it's not quite the same as them but we love uncle Aegon, just like me and your father love each other."

"So father and uncle are like Rhaenys and Visenya and you are Aegon... in a way? Do they fight over you?" You laughed.

"Not anymore and yes I guess you could say that."

"Are you going to marry uncle?"

"Son," Aemond says, pulling Rhaegar's attention to him. "We should also tell you that yes your mother is marrying Aegon but it's not just her marrying him, as I as well." Rhaegar took in the information, he may not understand completely, but he knew enough.

"Okay. Will uncle be my father now? Since you're marrying him?" Your breath hitched and you looked at Aegon.

"Rhaegar." He says. "You don't have to call me father, I can always be uncle it's whatever you are comfortable with." The little boy nodded.

"Does that mean when you have uncle's children I'll have to fight them for a place in court?" You all raised your eyebrows in confusion.

"No, no you don't have to worry about that." You knew why he asked that. "Our situation is similar to Aegon and his wives but it isn't the same as Visenya and Rhaenys fighting for their sons to have the throne."

"Oh okay." You sighed. You had to tell him about Elyas. "Rhaegar, about Elyas."

"Y/n." Says Aegon and he was staring at you almost pleading for you to stop.

"He must know." Rhaegar tilted his head to the aide and waited.

"Elyas is your half-brother... so he is Aegons, son." He didn't answer he just furrowed his eyebrows and you gently passed your hand into his silver curls.

"He is still my brother, and I will still protect him just like I protect Aerys." His words couldn't help but bring tears to your eyes. "Can you take me to bed momma?"

"Of course my little dragon."

"We should've told him when this started." You groaned as you entered the room. "This could ruin his whole day tomorrow." Aemond sighed and walked to you.

"Y/n it's going to be alright, Rhaegars is still young and doesn't understand what it all means yet."

"Aemond me and you both know our son isn't stupid."

"Yes, I know." Aemond pulled you in his arms and gives you a big hug

"Well to me he took it quite well," Aegon interjects and you peered over Aemonds shoulder to glare at him.

"Aemomd what if he's not ready?" You ask him as the five of you walk to Rhaegar's room, Elyas strapped to your chest and Aerys in Aegons arms.

"My love me and you watch Rhaegar train with Aemond and Daemon all the time, we all know how good he has gotten."

"I know, I know you're right I just don't want him to hurt himself."

"He will not because I am going to go over the rules," Aemond says while he holds a long skinny box that carried Rhaegars present. It took a while to convince you to let him get a sword for his son. It was a small one, suitable for a six-year-old. You knocked on his door but received no response.

"He is asleep." You opened the door and walked in. Rhaegar was curled up in his sheets, sleeping soundly. "Rhaegar." You shook him gently and he started to stir.

"Muña?" He asks groggily.

"Happy name day my little dragon." He shot up immediately and a bright smile came to his face. You bent down and started kissing him all over his face, he giggled and moved away. He looked down to see Elyas' head poking out from the swaddle.

"Hello, Elyas." He whispers and kisses his brother on the head. You turned your head to Aemond and Aegon and gave them a knowing smile. He the. looked around and saw his father, uncle, and little brothers. Rhaegar shuffled off the bed and immediately wrapped his arms around your legs then he ran to his father. Aemond set the case on the floor and went down to one knee and pulled his son in.

"I remember when you were such a small thing." He placed a soft kiss on Rhaegars cheek. Aerys squirmed in Aegons and he set him, the little toddler then stumbled towards his father and brother to join the hug, laying his cheek on Aemonds bicep. Rhaegar pulled away and took a few steps to his uncle.

"Morning, uncle."

"Happy name day, Rhaegar." Aegon ruffled his nephew's curly silver hair and he giggled. You sat on the small bed and Aemond picked up the case.

"Rhaegar come here," Aemond says and Rhaegar started walking towards him.

"Yes, father?"

"I have a gift for you but you need to understand that this isn't a toy." He turned around and you saw your son's eyes brighten.

"A sword? For me?" He instantly reached out for it, and Aemond placed it in his small hands. He instantly adjusted it in his hands to hold the handle.

"You will not swing this sword while your brothers or little cousins are near, this sword is for training purposes. Do I may myself clear? Because me and your mother will not hesitate to take it away from you, she knows how to handle a blade."

"Yes, father." Rhaegar lowered the blade to his side. Aemond felt satisfied and turned back to grab the belt that contained the holster.

"Put this on once you get ready." Rhaegar nodded and you smiled.

"Eowyn will escort you, we will be in the dining hall waiting, do not take long." You say and he nods. You all start making your way out the door, Aerys holding your skirt with his thumb in his mouth.

When the door closed Rhaegar couldn't help but feel overjoyed. The events from the previous night washed away. The new sense of responsibility and freedom from his parents overthrew everything.

"The tourney is being prepared as we speak, it should be finished by noon." Says Daemon who was balancing Aerys on his knee.

"Good, we already have guests and other houses arriving." You say as you fed Elyas. "As well as Daeron and his wife."

"That's good, w-will my mother be there?" Asks Aegon, and as you were trying to come up with the words, Rhaenyra beat you to it.

"Yes, Lady Alicent will be attending, she will be with us but has stated she won't be speaking to any of us or anything of the sort." Aemond and Aegon both bit their cheeks and they fumbled with their hands awkwardly. They loved their mother, no matter how much they went through with her, especially Aegon. It hurt that she wouldn't speak to them.

Alicent only spent her visit with Helaena and her children. She visited Rhaegar and Aerys and only greeted Elyas if he was in the room, never seeking him out. Her and Rhaenyra's relationship was beyond repair when Rhaenyra was crowned queen and beheaded her father. Maybe he deserved it maybe he didn't, he caused Rhaenyra suffering during her youth and turned many people against her, as well as trying to unsurp the throne to put Aegon on there but it was shut down.

"But on the bright side, Rhaena and Baela are arriving with Jace and Luke soon, and they'll be staying for the wedding." You say trying to brighten up the mood. Of course, you couldn't let your younger sisters in the dark, they knew everything that happened, and no doubt their husbands do too. "Daeron should also be arriving with Lady Baratheon but after the tourney, just in time for the celebration."

"Ah, the man of the hour." Your father says as he looks at the big doors. You turn to see your son standing there with a big smile on his face.

"Join us Rhaegar." Aemond patted a seat next to him and Rhaegar started walking towards him. Ser Eowyn trailed behind and pulled the chair back for Rhaegar and let him slide in before pushing it forward and stepping back.

"How has your day been?" Asks Rhaenerya and you swore you could see the boy shake in excitement.

"Father has gifted me a sword!"

"Oh, how exciting." She responds

"Lucky." Jaearhys pouts from the other side and Aegon raises an eyebrow.

"Well maybe if you attended your lessons you'd also have one." He poked his son's belly and he giggled.

"Alright let us eat, we are all famished." The queen says and instantly the food is brought out. Everyone dug in, passing plates of food around so everyone got their share.

"Aemond are you ready?" Suddenly asks Daemon from across the table. You looked at both of them and set your utensils down.

"Ready for what?"

"Father and Grandsire are going to be fighting against each other during the tourney." Your eyes widened as did everyone else's at Rhaegars words.

"Aemond, my love weren't you the one who said that you didn't give a shit about the tourney?" You placed a hand on his bicep and squeezed.

"I know what I said but my son wanted this and I will go through with it." You took in a deep breath before sitting back in your chair and grabbing the utensils again.

"Okay." You say almost in an amusing tone, the tone that scared Aemond quite a bit. "Rhaegar, what else would you like to do before the Tourney?"

"Um, would it be okay if uncle Aegon took me on Sunfyre?" Everyone looked at Aegon who had a blank stare.

"You'd have to ask him." You felt Aegon place a hand on your thigh and squeeze.

"If that's what you'd like, Sunfyre has been dying for a flight." Rhaegar nodded and sat back in his seat. Aegon released his grip on your leg and rubbed his thumb up and down.

"It's going to be alright."

Aegon didn't know if he believed you.

As the dragon keepers brought out Sunfyre from the pit, Aegon was fastening the last pieces of his riding gear as you helped Rhaegar into his. Aemond had to go and prepare himself to fight. He left quickly, as much as he loved you he did not want to hear an earful from you.

"Calm down Rhaegear." You say trying to calm him down.

"Im just so excited." He says, practically bouncing on his heels.

"I know baby." Sunfyre crawled out of the pit and let out a roar. Aegon mumbled something to his golden dragon while rubbing his large nose and the dragon seemed to respond in his own way. To say you weren't jealous of their bond was an understatement. Vermithor is your grumpy dragon but you know the two of you love each other.

"Whenever you are ready Rhaegar." Says Aegon as he now waits patiently by Sunfyre.

"Okay go." You say and he shot off to his uncle. You walked towards them and Aegon opened his arm.

"Are you sure you don't want to join us?"

"I'm sure, have fun now." You kissed the edge of his mouth. Aegon smiled and nuzzled your cheek with his nose and placed a kiss on your jaw.

Rhaegar looked up at his mother and uncle and furrowed his eyebrows at the man. But seeing the growing smile that adorned his mother's face made him relax.

"Alright ill go up first, Rhaegar you follow, carefully." Aegon started his way up Sunfyre and settled on the saddle. He then leaned to the side and held his hand out. Rhaegar grabbed on the ropes and hoisted himself up like he's done many times before. Aegon grabbed the boy a lifted him up onto the saddle.

"Come back before the tourney."

"Yes, princess." Aegon winked at you. "Soves Sunfyre." You stepped back as the golden dragon started walking towards the large exit before opening his wings and taking off.

"Where do you want to go?" Asks Aegon as they now flew over the Keep.

"Can we go over the sea?"

"Of course." He urged Sunfyre to the direction of the water and it wasn't long until they were over it.

"I love the water, do you?" Rhaegar asks and Aegon just chuckles.

"It makes me quite uneasy."

"Hmm." He grunted and Aegon smiled at the familiar sound.

"I remember my mom crying a lot and my parents fighting."

"Parents fighting is the worst," Aegon says, memories of his youth coming to mind.

"My father made my mother sad, but you make her happy... do you love my mother?"

"Of course, I love her more than life itself."

"Good, because if you didn't I'd have to kill you."

To say Aegon didn't fall nervous is an understatement. His eye flashed to the side and saw Rhaegars little hand on the handle of his sword.

"If you hurt her, I will hurt you." Receiving a threat from a 6-year-old was not something Aegon was expecting.

"I wouldn't dream of hurting your mother."

"Good." A silence fell over them, Sunfyre flapping in the air. "I'm still going to call you uncle, but I wouldn't mind if Aerys calls you father, he is still young, and doesn't understand."

Aegon's hands started to twitch as he tightened them.

"I appreciate that, but in the end, it's truly up to your parents."

"I know." Rhaegar looked down to see a ship flying the Velaryon and Targaryen flags. "I think those are my aunts and uncles." Aegon looked down and smiled.

"Why don't we go great them?"

"Really?" Rhaegar looked up at him with large violet eyes.

"Of course, I never miss a chance to give our family a scare." They smile at each other mischievously before Aegon urged Sunfyre to go up near the sun.

"Why so high?"

"Im assuming nobody has taught you battle tactics on dragon back?" Rhaegar shakes his head. "Well, say the enemy has yet to spit you yet, if you fly up just enough towards the sun the glare of it will shine on your enemies preventing them from seeing you until you're already attacking."

"That is smart." When they got into position Aegon made sure to tighten his arm around Rhaegar tightly.

"Hold on." Sunfyre started to dip down towards the ships. Rhaegar giggled and laughed as the fast winds almost blew him away. But just before Sunfyre hit the water, Aegon pulled the reins gently and the dragon straighten out just behind the ships. The force Sunfyre created brought water in waves behind him, completely drenching the people in the ships. People shouted in displeasure as they watched the golden dragon take off.

"Sorry, Auntie," Rhaegear yelled loudly down to the ships and the twin sisters just shook their heads in displeasure when they noticed who it was.

"Please do not injure yourself or get killed by my father, he has many reasons to kill you." You say as you stand in the corner of Aemonds tent.

"He won't kill me, hurt me yes." He mumbles and you sigh. "When are Rhaegear and Aegon returning?"

"Hopefully-." You were cut off by the tent opening and a little boy running in.

"Father! Aegon took me so high up and we snuck up on my aunts and uncles it was exhilarating!" Rhaegar practically threw himself at Aemond.

"And how did you do that?" As Rhaegar explain the tactic to his father(that Aemond already knew), Aegon leaned over to you.

"He threatened me." Your eyes widened and Aegon just holds his hand out.

"It's alright, he must get it from being with Daemon so much. He just wanted to protect you."

"Hmph, doesn't mean it's right. Rhaegar let's go see your grandfather then sit down." You walked to them and placed a hand on Aemonds shoulder. "I'll see you later." You pecked his lips a few times before Aemond deepened it.

Rhaegar looked back at Aegon and he stuck his tongue out in disgust. Aegon chuckled at the reaction and shook his head.

"See you out there."

The brothers watched you leave hand in hand with Rhaegar.

"Well, now Daemon can now kill you without any legal consequences."

"I know."

"Don't die. Please." The sudden crack in Aegon's voice caught Aemond off guard. "Imagine how destroyed Y/n would be, your children, our mother, Helaena... Me. I've grown to really care about you brother." Aemond swallowed thickly and looked down.

"As have I." He says quietly. "I'm not dying, I can't even fathom leaving any of you behind."

"Good."

Aegon couldn't help but walk up to his brother and place his hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down. Aemond hesitated slightly but let his brother place his slightly chapped lips on his cheek. Aegon let his lips linger before pulling back. Aemond turned his head letting the tips of their noses brush gently.

"Kiss me." It came out a small whimper almost, Aegon could barely hear it.

"Win and I will."

Aegon settled in beside you and you immediately grabbed his hand.

"Did you talk to Daemon?"

"Yes and he said he wouldn't kill him, but that doesn't mean he won't do something."

"It's going to be fine." He pressed his lips to the back of your hand. He heard a familiar laugh to his side and looked to see his mother laughing with her ladies-in-waiting. He searched for her eyes but received nothing.

The Herald stepped out onto the ground and started saying what he had to say. It was quite boring so you just chose not to pay attention.

"Now for our first fight. Our Prince Consort, Daemon Targaryen versus Prince Aemond Targaryen." People cheered and screamed for them, you tried but only clapping came out.

Daemon came out on a black horse wearing his helmet with dragon wings on it. Aemond then came out on his grey horse he's had since his teens, he wore his heavy armor and a helmet that didn't hide most of his face, so it would make it easier on his eyesight.

They trotted their horses to the royal family stand and stopped side by side.

"I would like to ask for the favor of the Queen," Daemon says and lowers his head. Everyone looked at Rhaenyra and she stood up and walked to the table that carried all the favors of the other ladies and princess. They both smiled at each other, such admiration in their eyes.

"Princess Y/n, may I have your favor, it shall help ease me into victory." You grabbed your favor and tossed it on the poll. You leaned against the railing and frowned. "Don't do that gevie, ill be fine."

"Okay." You immediately turned away and sat back next to Aegon, watching the two men go to their spots. Aegon looked at you and watched a tear run down your cheek.

"Hey hey, don't do that." He grabbed your chin and tilted you towards him. "He's gonna be fine."

The Targaryen men went to their respective sides and waited for the horns. A fanfare started playing followed by drums. The Herold raised his flag and quickly lowered it.

They yelled and urged their horses to run. Right before they reached the middle, they lowered their poles down. But before they touched you instantly looked away just hearing the crash. Rhaegar cheered beside and Aegon elbowed you.

"Still on their horses." He kissed the side of your head. They were on opposite sides now, grabbing new polls to charge back at each other. This was usually the time when one would be knocked down, and it's never Daemon.

Aemond crashed to the floor and everyone sucked in a breath. Daemon hopped off his horse and was handed the Dark Sister and a shield. Aemonds sword was thrown at him and landed next to his head.

"Fuck." He groaned already regretting agreeing to this. He scrambled to his feet, swiping the sword in the process. Daemon was looking at him in amusement while slowly walking towards him. "Remember our agreement uncle?" Daemon just chuckled.

"Yes I know, but you think I will let you win so quickly without me getting a few strikes in." Daemon raised his sword to strike but was blocked by Aemonds shield. They grunted and yelled as they clashed. People cheered but Rhaegar seemed the loudest. He cheered for both his grandpa and father.

"You're getting old uncle," Aemond says as he watches Daemon pant and limp.

"And I can still kick your ass." It seemed to spur Daemon on so he charged. Aemomd doges and swung his sword back slashing Daemon. He cradled his side as blood started seeping through.

“I doubt that.” Aemomd almost laughed and they clashed again. It wasn’t long until Aemond manages to trick his uncle and knocked him to the ground. The people cheered loudly, some yelling to Aemond to finish Daemon.

“In any other circumstance, I would run you through,” Daemon says as Aemonds blade sits on his jugular.

“Not with your son here you won’t.” Aemond let the blade slice the skin slightly and watched the blood start to ooze out before pulling the sword away.

Aemond didn’t dwell on his victory and limped away from all the cheering.

The party was in full swing. The people were dancing and getting drunk. And it was now at the point where you could relax and enjoy yourself after feeding Elyas and making sure Aerys was asleep.

Rhaegar was enjoying the party, mostly because he got to play around with his cousins. Daemon has gifted him a small dagger and has been warned multiple times to not pull it out on his cousins.

Aemond got patched up but the fall from the tourney has kept him sat for the entire party.

Aegon drank wine but only small sips so he doesn’t drink much, while he twirled Jaehaera around.

You on the other hand got whisked away by your father for a dance.

“You bounced back quicker than Aemond.” You laugh and he chuckles.

“He still has much to learn if he ever wants to be as good as me.”

“He will be better.” You say and look at your husband who was in deep conversation with the queen. “I know it.”

“Hmm, Aegon seems to be doing better.”

“He is.”

“Does Rhaegar know? About the three of you?”

“He does, it will be slow but I know he will accept.” You look up and him and he smiles.

“I'm so proud of you.” He says and grabs the side of your head and placed a kiss on your forehead. Tears start to well up in your eyes and you sniffed.

“Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his body and held him tight. Daemon hugged you back tightly, but the moment was short-lived.

Some bumped into you harshly making you stumble.

“Excuse me?” Daemon starts and he pulls away. An older man, a lord really, turns around and scoffs. “Apologize to the Princess.” Daemon places his hand on the hilt of his sword, at this point people have stopped and looked, Aegon ushered his daughter to her mother and moved his way to the crowd to stand next to you and grab your arms.

“I will not apologize to that whore.” People gasped and Aegons hands tightened. “She is unfaithful to her husband and had a bastard child with her husband’s brother, now the three of them are to be wed.”

“Choose your next words carefully, Lord,” Aegon says, darkly almost.

“I will not listen to a man who intends to marry a whore, and fathers a bastard at that. Who knows maybe all her fucking children are bastards. AHH FUCK.” He was suddenly stabbed in the thigh. When you all looked you saw Rhaegar holding his new dagger to the Lord's leg. “Oh, you stupid cunt.” The lord shoved Rhaegar hard to the ground earning more gasps.

“Shoving a Prince is Treason, Take him!” Rhaenerya yells at her guards and they start moving but it was too late. The lord suddenly had no head. His body fell to the ground and his head rolled toward the people. Aemond stood above him already cleaning his sword.

“Tis not a party without a death.”

You instantly ran to Rhaegar and grabbed him from the floor.

“Oh, my sweet dragon are you alright?”

“Yes, mama.” He says but you could see tears. “I wanted to protect you.”

“And you did,” Aemond says and crouches behind him. “You did well.” Rhaegar dug his face into your neck and you pulled him in tight. Aemond kissed both of your heads before standing. “I think we should turn in.” You nodded in agreement and kissed Rhaegars cheek before standing.

“Let's get you to bed.” You walked past everyone and left with Ser Eoywn in tow.

“I will oversee that the cunt is made into dragon food, the two of you should go with her.”

“We will,” Aegon says and tugs on Aemonds arm.

“Okay go get ready and you can sleep with us tonight.” You tell Rhaegar and his eyes light up.

“Okay.” He runs out of the room almost knocking into Awmond and Aegon on the way.

“He is going to spend the night with us.” You tell them and they say nothing.

“Are you alright?”

“I guess.” Aegon pulled you into a hug.

“Don’t listen to what they say, it's not true.”

“I know.” You kiss his neck and pull away. You looked at Aemond and smile. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Rhaegar came in already for bed.

“Im ready.” You all laughed and he climbed on the huge bed.

“We’re going to get ready for bed you just wait there.” You say and walk away to change. Aemond goes to follow but Rhaegar calls for him.

“Kepa.” He turns around to his son.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for protecting me and mama.” Aemond can't help but smile.

“I will always protect all of you, u til my last breath.”

A/n- this was unnecessarily too fucking long

#aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader x aegon targaryen #aemond x aegon #aemond targaryen x aegon targaryen #ewan mitchell #tom glynn carney #ewan mitchell x reader #tom glynn carney x reader

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delicate-luv · 9 months

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Snowed In - Eddie Munson

Summary: Reader is snowed in at Eddie's trailer. They're in a situation-ship that desperately needs to be sorted out.

CW: hot chocolate making, fluff, snowed in trope, situation-ships

Don’t mind me posting a winter fic in the middle of July I just really miss winter

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Pulling open the stained curtain in Eddie's trailer, you wanted to take a glance outside. To your dismay, the entire outside was covered in a deep white layer of snow. "Damn it!" You sighed to yourself, flailing back into Eddie's bed.

As he tossed and turned beside you, you prayed for him to wake up so he would acknowledge the amount of snow outside as well. Turns out having a sleep over with your situation-ship on the night of a potentially dangerous snow storm was in fact, not a good idea.

You heard the phone begin to ring from the other room. God, was his trailer so small you could hear it so clearly. You hopped up, running over to answer it. You weren't careful to not wake up Eddie, it was already later in the morning and already felt bored to death alone in the quiet trailer. He let out a groan just as you picked up the busted landline telephone.

"Hello?" You said, with a curious smile.

"Hello? Is this the Munson residence?" A voice from the other line asked. This voice could only be recognized as your schools head superintendent.

"Yes, is this Mrs. Madden?"

"Yes it is." The lady cleared her throat and kept talking. "I'm calling to inform you that due to weather conditions, Hawkins high school will not be open today. Enjoy your snow day."

A sigh of relief hit you, you knew she would only ever call homes if she needed to get somebody into trouble or to tell them about a snow day. "Thank you for letting me know. Have a good one." Hawkins high school was a small school but you knew she had quite a few phone calls to make. You didn't want to keep her too long.

"My pleasure. You as well."

You hung the phone up and leaned against the outdated wallpaper that covered the walls. As if it was perfectly timed, Eddie walked out of his bedroom, in a pair of sweatpants and a worn out band shirt. His hair was a disheveled, knotted mess.

"Mrs. Madden's on the phone? Uh...do you know why...?" He asked, still rubbing his eyes. He's received calls from school one too many times to actually care about what Mrs. Madden had to actually say.

"Ed's, have you even looked outside?" You gestured to the window, the white sheet of snow immediately illuminating through the window.

He looked at you curiously, then looked at the window. He slowly made his way over to the window and looked outside. "Shit." He slid the curtain back into its place and sauntered back over to you. "Snow day?"

You nodded. "Yup. Looks like you're stuck with me for the entire day now." You smiled and nudged his side. "Bet you're really regretting last night now."

"Me? Regretting a night with you? Never." He smiled back with a wink. If Eddie knew one thing, it was he knew exactly how to get you flustered.

You were speechless for a moment "Um... anyways." in a desperate attempt to change the subject, you opened a few of his cabinets. "Do you want me to make us breakfast? Hm? Maybe hot chocolate?" You bent down, trying to look for something to make.

Coming up right behind you, he opened up a higher cabinet. "Hot chocolate would be great. Thanks." He pulled two packets of hot chocolate powder out of the box and placed it onto the counter. You thanked him and began to heat up some milk.

He smirked as he sat down. "As a warning, it gets really cold in here. Might need to...you know, snuggle up to each other to get some warmth."

The awkwardness of the situation was really coming out to play. The past six months of you and Eddie just playing your relationship off as 'the talking stage' had gone way too far now.

"Wow, Eddie. Wow." You shook your head, lightly laughing. You pretended like you dreaded even getting near him, but what the hell, who were you fooling? You wanted nothing more than to be with him -officially. "Eddie, what the hell are we doing? You know? We've been going back and forth with this for more than six months now. I think we need to make up our minds already." You didn't even know what you were saying, you were just spitting out whatever thoughts came into your brain. "Do you want to be together or not?"

"Woah. Okay. Shit. Uh." He seemed really caught off guard, like he was just smacked back to reality. "I really like you, I do. I feel like I make that obvious. And you're right. We shouldn't keep going back and forth, like were some 'friends with benefits' we both know there's an emotional attachment here too."

"Yes or no?"

"Yes, of course. It's always gonna be a yes. I'm sorry, I feel like I should have just asked you out from the get-go. That was just wrong of me." He looked into his lap with sincerity.

"Finally I got an answer out of you. Took six months."

He chuckled at the situation. "Six months too late."

"So, like, what are we?" You asked, pouring the hot milk into two mugs.

"We're whatever you want us to be. I can see myself really being with you, like for real." He grabbed his own packet of the hot chocolate powder and poured it into one of the mugs.

"Well then, if you want to be with me, just say the word." You said, stirring your own cup of hot chocolate.

"Sweetheart, I believe I've already said the word. Be mine? Like, really this time?" He took a sip of his hot chocolate then placed it down in shock. "Oh! I almost forgot!" He jumped up and ran over to the fridge.

"Ed's, I'll always be yours." You stopped him before he could open the fridge door, wrapping your arms around his neck as your lips collided against his.

He stared at you with the most passion filled eyes you have ever seen. "I'm so ready for this with you." He opened the fridge and pulled out a can of whipped cream. He put some on top of the two mugs of hot chocolate, then put a drizzle in your mouth, and then in his. You put the whipped cream back while he walked into the living area.

He flipped through a shelf with movies on it, looking for the perfect one to watch. His fingers landed on a beat up vhs copy of The Empire Strikes Back. You could tell just by it's appearance that it was well loved. "Gotcha." He whispered as he grabbed the movie and put it into the television.

You walked over to the couch and took a sip of your comforting hot chocolate. "What're we watching?" The smell of the sweet chocolate filled your nose, making you feel all warm inside.

"Empire Strikes Back. It's the best Star Wars movie. Plus, it kinda passes as a winter movie?" He sat down on the couch and patted a spot for you to sit next to him. He wrapped a blanket around you both and put his arm around your shoulder.

"Turns out a snow day with you was really what we needed." You smiled, leaning into him.

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indigosunsetao3 · 2 months

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One More Time

Pairing: Soap/Ghost

Warning: Sad times. I cried writing this. You've been warned.

Summary: Simon and Johnny are parents now but their past lives come knocking and one of them doesn’t come home.

Word Count: 2.9k

Dinner was done. The dishes left piled in the sink forgotten, the table still covered in crumbs and drops of spilled juice littering the placemats. Normally cleaning the kitchen after dinner was a family affair, just like making the meal, but tonight was a bit different.

Tonight, Johnny and Simon had collapsed on the couch in the living room and flipped on their son’s latest obsession on the television. He was currently in his dinosaur phase, pajamas and bedtime stuffie both fitting into the theme. While Da’ and Daddy had learned enough about the reptiles to last them a lifetime in trivia night, they obliged his request for another dino movie.

“Settle in,” Simon murmured as he rested his arm on the back of the couch for their boy to clamor in. While their son was the spitting image of Johnny, down to his lip pout when he was thinking, he was glued to Simon. He wanted to be wherever daddy was at any given moment and would talk his ear off after school. He loved his Da of course, but Da had been there for as long as he could remember.

Johnny had left the taskforce life all together when their boy was one, opting to stay home and care for him while Simon figured out just what he wanted to do. It took Simon longer to quit, to realize civilian life was what he needed and craved now. When he and Johnny they decided that they wanted to grow the family again Simon finally hung up the helmet to be home.

“Did you know that t-rexs have the longest teeth?” Callum asked as he held up his own stuffed toy to show Simon who had pulled a blanket down over them. “As long as your arm!” Callum grinned as he poked at Simon’s forearm. “It could eat you in one bite!”

“I feel like I’ve heard that somewhere,” Simon answered with a grin as he flicked his eyes over to Johnny. It was one of the many fun facts that were on constant rotation in the household. “It’s a good thing they aren’t around anymore, wouldn’t want to worry about one of those getting me on the walk home from the park.”

“Aye, you could try outrunning it though,” Johnny supplied as he adjusted Eloise’s head gently while she gripped hard at the bottle and gave a small whine because the milk flow had stopped.

At six months old she was a bit tiny for her age, falling in the lower percentile for weight and height. The doctors weren’t too concerned given the fact Simon had apparently been a small child, but Johnny was. He always made sure she was fed whenever she asked, well screamed, for it and her nighttime bottles were always something he wanted to do just to be sure she ate enough.

Simon wasn’t as fussed, telling Johnny she was perfectly fine and far from starving with her little pudgy legs he liked to lightly pinch to make her giggle. Johnny just felt she was fragile, a whisp of a thing compared to Callum at her age. Maybe it was the fine blond hair, so light it was almost invisible, or the piercing blue eyes that looked like sea glass that made him think she was so breakable. Johnny teased it must be an English thing to be so small but Simon answered that Scots were just giant brutes which is why she seemed so little.

“You can’t outrun the dinosaur Da,” Callum admonished with a small frown at his father, “you’d have to hide.”

“Right, yes, how silly of me,” Johnny answered with a small laugh as Callum huffed and snuggled more into Simon’s side. He carefully tucked his dino under the blanket with him and held him tight as he rested his head on Simon’s ribs and locked into the television show. For a five year old he had a pretty decent attention span and would huff if you tried to interrupt him with whatever he was doing.

“I still think I could outrun it,” Simon said quietly to Johnny as his hand on the back of the couch lightly brushed over the back of Johnny’s neck. He was watching Johnny carefully as he in turn stared at their daughter. Her bright blue eyes, ever sharp and observant like his, began to grow heavy from the full belly and warmth of Johnny’s embrace. It wasn’t long before her little hands slipped from their grip and Soap gently plucked the empty bottle from her lips and set it on the coffee table. “She’ll probably go down if you put her in the crib,” Simon offered as Johnny brushed some of her curls off her forehead.

“Just a bit longer,” Johnny said quietly as he looked down at her before glancing at Simon and Callum. Johnny’s mother warned they would spoil her if he carried her around all the time and he was trying to break the habit; especially now.

His mother was going to have her hands full when she came the next day to watch the children and she wasn’t going to be able to carry Eloise all the time. It was a lot of work to care for two children at once on your own, let alone at her age. Not that his mother would ever admit that of course. “I’m just racking up the cuddles while I can. Before she turns into a traitor like that one,” he grinned a bit as Callum adjusted and burrowed further into Simon’s side, his hand coming up to rest under his cheek and over the large scar that ran down Simon’s ribs.

They sat in amiable silence for a while, the show on the television continuing on keeping Callum’s attention locked. Johnny and Simon didn’t really watch though, their eyes drifting over their children and one another in the semi-darkness. It was as if they were both trying to absorb every detail, imprint each moment and feeling into their minds to have with them at all times because they needed it. They had fought like hell, apart and together, for this life and when the darkness crept in this is what kept both of them afloat.

“Come on,” Simon said quietly to Johnny. Callum had drifted off to sleep a bit ago and the movie had ended and credits were rolling. Neither of them had moved as their children slept but when Callum whined and tried to stretch out Simon decided it was time to tuck them in bed. He rose first and scooped their son up in one arm against his chest, careful to grab his stuffed dino and propped it between his head and shoulder before offering a hand to pull Johnny up. Johnny took it, careful to not jostle Eloise before they both padded quietly up the stairs to the children’s rooms.

Extracting Eloise from his grip and setting her into the crib was a bit of an art form. She was a light sleeper and if she wasn’t settled and all quiet quickly, she’d be up and screaming. Johnny gently laid her down, leaning on the crib bar to watch her twist a bit before falling still back into her deep sleep. He could stay there for hours just watching her but he gently ran the back of his hand over her cheek before stepping out, sidestepping Simon who had come in to say his own goodnight.

Callum was out in his room, already sprawled in his bed with his mouth wide open and leg kicked out from under the blankets. He was a hot sleeper, like his Da, and Johnny grinned a bit as he pressed a kiss to his forehead. He was going to miss this, miss the bedtime routine of him and Simon switching off to tell their children goodnight until one of them chivvied the other off to their own bed. It was usually Simon hustling Johnny away, but there had been a few nights Johnny had found Simon sitting in one of the rooms watching their kids when his nightmares had chased him from his sleep.

“It’s going to be alright,” Simon said a few minutes later as Johnny stood at the kitchen sink rinsing off the dishes. He had been staring off at nothing absently wiping at the small plate that held Callum’s dinner when Simon walked up behind him. “You don’t have to do this,” he tacked on for the umpteenth time, his hands sliding around Johnny’s torso as he rested his chin on the small crook between his neck and shoulder. “I can go, you stay with them and I’ll be home when it’s over.”

“No,” Johnny answered as he set the dish and rag down and planted his hands on the counter to brace himself. “We decided it was all or nothing,” he reasoned as he shut his eyes and drew in a breath. “They were desperate enough to call us, they need everything they can get,” Johnny continued as one hand came up to rest over

“Johnny,” Simon started but Johnny squeezed his hand hard and he sighed and just planted a kiss on the soft spot of skin. Simon had been out for two years now, Johnny four, but when that phone rang three weeks ago they both knew what was about to be asked of them. They weren’t blind to the news, to the secrets that still found their way to their ears, or the fact that Price was gone more often then he was home these days. Price was always around their house when he was home, spoiling Callum and doting on Eloise but those visits were growing less and less and more time was passing between each one. “Fine,” he resigned, “but you know how I feel about it.”

Johnny knew Simon wanted him to stay home. That he had been out so long Simon was terrified for him to go back, afraid his skills were rusty and he wasn’t ready and would get himself hurt or killed. The thought alone had woken Simon up at night in a sweaty frantic mess that had him scrambling for Johnny in the dark so he could put his head on his chest and just listen to his heartbeat. It had been years since Simon needed that comfort but one single phone call had set him back. Johnny wasn’t much better, he barely slept those years Simon stayed in service and he had actually wept when Simon finally agreed he was done.

“We’ll just have to keep each other alive then,” Johnny reasoned quietly with a small laugh that fell flat from genuine. The odds were stacked against them, Makarov was not an enemy that many walked away from which is why they were so desperate for the help. Price hated calling, hated asking, but if he wasn’t stopped the world was going to very possibly end. They had to do it, had to step in and help if not for them then for their children who were sleeping peacefully upstairs. “Callum will never forgive me if Daddy isn’t around to wrestle and make his sandwiches the way he likes.”

“You just have to cut the bread diagonally,” Simon answered with a grin against Johnny’s skin. “I’ve told you that before,” he continued as Johnny turned around in his embrace and cupped his face.

“See, I’ve tried that but he still insists yours are always better,” Johnny answered before giving Simon a light kiss, his lips tracing over the scars on Simon’s own. “We’ve got an early start. My mum will scrub the place from top to bottom anyway,” he reasoned as he peered at the dishes still in the sink. His mother was coming to stay with the children while they were gone.

Simon gently pulled Johnny to their bedroom and kicked the door shut before they fell into bed. It was possibly their last night together for a long while so none of their touches or kisses were hurried or rushed. They spent many minutes just enjoying the feel of one another, admiring the way they fit together in more ways than one, before sighing contently as they curled up in the dark. Neither of them spoke as they held one another watching as the clock ticked too quickly to the next day.

They slipped out in morning before Callum or Eloise awoke with just Johnny’s mom to see them off. They had said their goodbyes to their sleeping forms, planting soft lingering kisses on their foreheads and watching them for a few more minutes together. Their children had never seen them like this, in their tactical gear with a hard cold look behind their eyes. It was something Johnny and Simon had been so careful to tuck away from them, to keep them safe from, because this wasn’t Da and Daddy. This was Soap and Ghost, the men from before that kept the monsters at bay and the world at peace no matter the cost or sacrifice.

8 months later

“Let’s go Callum,” Simon called from the steps he was perched on. His son looked up from the swings before jumping off in an impossibly high arch and landing hard on his feet in the mulch with a grin. Johnny would have had a heart attack if he saw but it only made Simon smile more at that thought. Scooping Eloise up from her spot in the sandbox Simon turned and headed back into the house. It was a nice day outside, the only one that had a full day of sun in weeks, which was fitting since it was Johnny’s birthday.

Walking inside Simon tugged off Eloise’s sandy shoes before setting her down to go run off into the living room where Price was sat. The team always made it a point to get together for birthday’s even if it meant they were sitting across the world in a hovel or at someone’s house. Gaz hadn’t arrived yet but Simon wasn’t fussed, he wasn’t as much of a stickler for time like Johnny.

“Daddy,” Callum called from the kitchen, perched on one of the bar chairs. Simon looked up from washing his hands and raised an eyebrow to indicate he was listening. “Daddy, who is Soap?” He asked as he peered at the birthday cake tucked safely behind a plastic cover to keep little fingers from digging at the icing.

“That’s Da,” Simon said with a soft smile as he turned off the water and dried his hands.

“No,” Callum argued back as he dug the little necklace out from under his shirt that tinkled with dog tags. “Da is John,” he reasoned as he held the metal up as proof, showing where it said John MacTavish and his serial number.

“Da had another name before you met him,” Simon answered, “and today you get to learn about it.”

“Oh,” Callum puzzled over the news for a moment as his fingers twisted the necklace, “did you have another name too? Does everyone get a new name when they become mommy’s and daddy’s?”

“I did,” Simon answered, “but no, people don’t get new names when they have children…these were nicknames.”

“What was yours?” Callum asked excitedly as he let his necklace drop. “Can I get a nickname?”

“You’ll learn, one day,” Simon answered a bit sadly. “But today is about Da. We’ll figure out a nickname for you, though I think grubby would be fitting.” He pointed at Callum’s face which had dirt smudged across it. “Go get cleaned up before we sit down to eat.”

Callum spun in his chair and quickly dropped to the floor before bolting out of the kitchen, calling out a hello to Price as he sat on the floor with Eloise. Simon watched him go, taking a moment in the silence to take a deep breath and pull his own necklace out from under his shirt. Dangling on the metal chain was his dog tag and Johnny’s wedding ring which he rubbed gently between his finger and thumb.

It was the first birthday they would be celebrating without Johnny because he hadn’t come home from their last mission. Despite all the promises to keep one another alive Simon had failed. Johnny had taken a shot to the head in an effort to end Makarov and Simon was just a moment too late, a step too slow. He had been so worried that Johnny was rusty he hadn’t considered it was him that wasn’t ready.

“Happy Birthday Johnny,” Simon said quietly to himself as he looked at the urn of ashes across the way in the living room. The house felt cold without his better half there, movie nights on the couch weren’t the same without his Scottish brute lounging with Eloise on his chest and teasing Callum by purposely getting dinosaur facts wrong.

Though as Callum poked his head into the kitchen to ask if they could have cake before dinner Simon thought, in some ways, Johnny was very much alive and there with him.

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Anon with the 3 triplets is a genius 😭 what if they’re older like early teens and they’re fighting over the bathroom every morning or they have the same crush 😭😭😭 can this be a request? 🥹

Hiii babes!! Eddie with triplets seems to have taken over my whole brain at the moment so yes…this can be a request and I love and also hate you for putting this idea in my mind 😂 just kiddinggg i love youu so enjoy!!💖

-For this I went with the names the anon sent me Lina, Tina and Mina Munson but feel free to insert whatever names you want! Also I went with them being old enough to drive ✨

*Eddie loves his girls…even when they are screaming at each other at six in the morning*

“Tina I swear if you’re using my mascara I will throw Mr. Wiggles in the trash.” Eddie runs a hand over his face as he stands in front of the coffee machine as he hears Lina screaming at the closed bathroom door.

“You wouldn’t dare touch Mr. Wiggles because that means Mrs. Gumdrops is fare game.” Tina snaps through the door as Eddie pours some coffee into his mug. He leans over so he can see into the hallway and let’s out a sigh when he sees Mina sleepily making her way towards the closed bathroom door.

“T I have to pee let me in.” Lina looks over at her sister as she crosses her arms over her chest while Mina just yawns and stretches just as the door opens. Mina smiles as she walks inside and Eddie watches Lina’s eyes go wide and he mentally prepares himself for the fight that’s about to happen.

“I didn’t use your mascara.” Tina’s tone is full of sarcasm as she brushes past Lina so she can head to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“You used my eyeliner.” Eddie takes a sip of his coffee and smiles as Tina smiles at him as she takes a seat at the table that has a plate full of toast and a few jars of jam in the middle of it. “Dad tell her to stop using my shit without asking that’s how people get pink eye you asshole.” Eddie nearly chokes on his sip of coffee as Lina smacks her sister upside the head making her headband slide down onto her forehead.

“Language Lina.” He sends his daughter a glare as she plops into a seat at the table and grabs a piece of toast. “Tina stop using your sisters stuff. If you want eyeliner or whatever then save your allowance and buy your own.” Tina rolls her eyes as she spreads some butter onto her toast.

“Dad I can’t find my band uniform.” Eddie sends the two girls at the table a warning look before he puts his mug on the counter as Mina shouts for him from her room.

“Don’t even start.” He warns before he heads down the hallway to help Mina look for her uniform.

“How is she related to us?” Tina asks before taking a bite of her toast. Lina just shrugs as she pulls her curly brown hair into a messy bun before taking a bite of her own toast.

“I mean she’s just the brains of our little trio that’s all.” Lina answers as she looks over her shoulder and sees Mina struggling to put her shoes on while walking down the hallway as Eddie shoves her uniform into her band bag. “Then again…maybe she’s not.”

“Dad says she’s a lot like Aunt Robin…so maybe she’s the funny one?” Tina adds as Eddie makes his way back into the kitchen so he can place Mina’s band bag on the back of her seat at the table.

“If she’s the funny one then I’m the what? The pretty one?” Lina asks making Tina laugh as she gets up to grab the milk out of the fridge.

“It sure as shit doesn’t make you the smart one.” Tina teases as she grabs two glasses out of the cabinet and put them on the table so she can pour milk into them.

“Language.” He snaps as he holds his mug out so Tina can pour a little milk into his coffee. “Now what’s with this smart and funny and pretty one stuff?” He asks as Tina puts the milk back in the fridge so she can go back to sitting at the table.

“Just figuring out which one we are.” Lina answers as she gets up and grabs the orange juice and pours it into a glass while Mina makes her way into the kitchen and smiles as she sees the glass of milk Tina poured for her.

“I’m the funny and smart one.” Mina states as she sits in her chair and grabs her glass of milk while Tina and Lina stare at her with confused looks making Eddie chuckle, if there’s one thing Mina is good at it’s making her sisters look at her like she has three heads.

“You can’t be two things Mina there’s three choices because there’s three of us.” Tina explains as she fixes her headband making sure it holds her curly hair out of her face.

“All three of you are smart funny and pretty.” Eddie states before taking a sip of his coffee and checking the time from the watch on his wrist. “And now all three of you are going to be late.” Mina shoves a piece of toast into her mouth and grabs her band bag before rushing past Eddie towards the front door.

“Bye dad! Love you!” He smiles as he hears the door open and close while Lina and Tina take their time grabbing their backpacks.

“Can I go to the mall after school?” Lina asks as she grabs the keys to the rusted but trusted van off the counter.

“Fine but take Mina too you know she likes the pretzels they sell at that one place.” Eddie answers making Lina just nod as she quickly leans over and places a kiss to Eddie’s cheek.

“See you later dad.” He smiles as Tina rushes up and kisses his other cheek as Lina walks towards the front door.

“Love you!” The two of them yell in unison before closing the front door. Eddie just let’s out a sigh as he walks over to the window, he can’t help but smile as watches Lina get into the drivers seat of his old beat up van while Tina and Mina play rock paper scissors to see who gets to ride shotgun and who has to be squeezed in the middle. He laughs to himself when Mina does a victory dance while Tina just rolls her eyes as she climbs into the van so she can sit in the middle. 💖

#I’m a mess y’all are rude lol #eddie munson x reader #girl dad eddie #Eddie x his triplets #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson concept #eddie munson request #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfiction #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

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fireflyinks · 1 year

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babysitter part two

babysitter! reader x joel miller smut

MATURE 18+

There was tension between Joel and I ever since that night. Not a bad type of tension, but not completely good either. There was a sort of understanding that we were both so desperate and needy for each other. Of course, Sarah was old enough that if we made it too obvious, she’d figure it out and be scarred for life.

But that needy tension needed a sweet release sooner or later.

“Okay, just have her back around six, please, we have dinner plans.” I told one of Sarah’s friend’s mom, smiling.

They were taking a trip to the mall, meaning that I had time to clean a few things here and there, watch some movies, and maybe even be a needy mess for Joel.

“Alright, see you then.” The blonde woman said, giving me a warm smile before rolling up her window and driving off.

It was a Saturday, so I knew Joel would get home around five. I checked my watch, 4:49.

I rushed into the house, reaching into my purse to grab the red lingerie set I had brought. I changed into it quickly, wanting to be ready when Joel got home.

I thought about how weird this was. I was just talking to this man’s daughter about her middle school drama and boys not even twenty minutes ago, and here I was, getting ready for him to rail me.

Hearing his truck pull up to the house, I laid on the couch, positioning myself provocatively.

He walked in, his eye’s immediately darting to me.

“Hi” I greeted him softly.

“Sugar, what’s all this for?” Joel smirked,

“You.”

Without hesitation, he leaning towards me, pressing a long kiss onto my lips.

The longer we went, the more sloppy and needy it got, until we were basically exploring each others mouths.

“Get on the bed, on your knees, ready to take this cock down that pretty throat.”

“Yes sir.” I said, standing up and walking up the stairs, to his bedroom.

His room smelled like cologne. It smelt like his. The smell engrossed me, as I got in the position he had told me to be in.

A few minutes, he walked in the room.

“Oh, you take instructions so well, that’s my good girl.”

My cunt feels slippery just from his words.

Joel takes his belt off, unzipping his blue jeans and taking them off, along with his boxers.

His cock springs in-front of my face, causing my mouth to salivate

“Go ahead. Suck on daddy’s cock.”

I kitten lick the tip, slowly guiding it into my mouth.

I hear him groan, his knees buckling. He pushes my head back and fourth, thrust his cock in and out of my throat. I gag around it, sending vibrations down his length.

“That’s it, that’s my good slut.”

The degradation makes me audibly moan.

“Oh, you like it when I make you feel all small? Hm? Are you my cock slut?”

I nodded, continuing to choke his member. Soon enough, warm cum shot down my throat, coating my mouth.

“Swallow all of it, come on, don’t be shy.”

I did so, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out to show him.

“That’s a good girl.” He murmured under his breath, flipping me over.

“Come on, arch that ass up for me.”

I felt his tip brush on my pussy, making my body shake.

“You ready, sugar? You ready for daddy to fuck you now?”

I nodded eagerly.

“I gotta hear you say it.”

“Please! Please, daddy I want your cock!” I pleaded, needing to be filled up.

He pushed in, making my legs quiver.

As he thrusted into me, Joel left the occasional slap on my ass. It was painful, but the stinging made me moan.

“You’re so good for me. Staying with my Sarah all day, cleaning for me. I oughta just let you move in at this point, so you can milk this cock whenever you want.”

My breathing began to speed up. “Yes! Please, I wanna milk your cock!”

I could almost feel his smirk from behind me. “Then go ahead. Let me cum in that pretty pussy.”

After a few moments, I felt his warm liquid cover my core.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I mumbled repeatedly.

“Joel! Y/n! Look at the cds I found!” Sarah called from down stares, almost directly after I reached my high.

We both snickered, knowing how filthy we were.

#pedro pascal smut #joel miller smut #joel miller #the last of us #pedro pascal #smut.

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kissmyhandcallmedarling · 2 years

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tour life

noel fielding x reader

short little noel imagine where you're on tour with the mighty boosh troupe

wordcount: 700

Tour life… not your most favourite way of living. Of course there were advantages, to be sure; relishing in that free-willed rockstar life that so many aspired to have, touring Britain with a man you knew so many women fancied, and having the satisfaction of knowing that his heart was yours - the glares of sheer jealousy sent your way as you entered the public on Noel Fielding’s arm kept you smug. Meeting new people and travelling was great too.

But the aspect of being cramped up in a tour bus with five guys for hours on end was at times, frustrating, to say the least. Especially when one of those guys happened to be Rich Fulcher - you loved the idiot, and his peculiar take on British comedy; an American trying to fit in with a bunch of geezers - but he wasn’t very good at being quiet. And he seemed to get off on pissing off Noel, which then had repercussions on you - being the one whom he came whining to when Rich “accidentally” wrote ‘I love your mom’s nuts’ all over his sketchbook, or put cheese and onion crisps in his boots.

You recalled just last Tuesday, in Brixton, packing up after the show when the latter situation occurred.

“Christ almighty! Someone’s gone and pored a packet of crisps in my boots. Fucking hell!… I bet this was Fulcher. I’m gonna fucking kill ‘im.”

They were all like siblings, honestly (well, besides the fact that Noel and Mike were siblings…), and there was never a dull moment with the Mighty Boosh troupe.

It just got a litttttllllleee much being with them all 24/7 cramped together in a small bus.

Fortunately, the boys had scored a lovely place off the coast of Brighton, where you were to spend the mid-week slump - it was Monday when you arrived, and the Brighton show wasn’t until Friday, so there were a few days respite from the cramped, testosterone-inhabited tourbus.

"Annnnd, here we go." Julian pulled up to the house and wrenched on the handbrake. "Quite magnificent if I say so."

"Its bloody huge, mate!" Dave, who was seated in the front adjacent to Julian, removed his sunglasses to get a better look.

"Yeah, it's pretty neat," piped up Rich. "Looks like the estate my grandma used to live in before she got abducted by an army of gorillas."

You were currently curled up beside Noel, sharing a seat. Your head was on his shoulder, his arm around your waist as he spoke. "Dave's right, it's massive. You sure we can afford this Ju?"

"I mean it looked smaller in the pictures, but yeah, she's within our budget."

"Nice!"

Slowly, the six of you began to unload the bus, tired, bodies still recovering from the weekend. Yes. A few days of quiet in a big, roomy house would do you good.

You and Noel landed a beautiful little room on the second floor, with an ensuite, and a window onlooking the sea. Julian took the bedroom beside yours.

"Y/n, Ju doesn't have a loo in his room so I've said he can use ours instead of having to go downstairs," Noel told you. "So what I'm getting at is don't go wandering 'round with your tits out."

"Oh okay, no tits for anyone, I get it." You wrapped your jumper tight around your chest.

"That's not what I said." He ran a hand through his hair

"Too late now Mr Fielding. No tits for you."

Noel skulked up to you and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. He placed a heated kiss upon your lips, his nose lingering against yours, his breath hot on your face.

"How about now?"

"Hmm, well, I may have to make an exception for you." You twirled a lock of his raven hair around your finger. His lips curled into a smirk as he kissed you once more, a stray hand snaking up your torso.

*knock knock*

You instantly pulled apart, as Julian let himself in.

"We're having coffee downstairs if you two lovebirds wanna join us?"

"Yeah, we'll be down in a minute, Ju." Noel answered. "Oh, and can you ask Mike to put condensed milk in mine, please? Cheers."

He gave you a quick peck on the cheek, whispering in your ear - "to be continued..." - before taking your hand and leading you downstairs.

#noel fielding #the mighty boosh #vince noir #mighty boosh #howard moon #julian barratt #the mighty boosh live

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skygal-178 · 1 year

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IMOGEN AND LAUDNA ORIGINS

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A story of two complete strangers and the strong bond that blossoms between them!

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artwork by @shadydruidd characters by laura bailey and marisha ray from @criticalrole

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Imogen and Laudna have been traveling together through the Taloned Highlands for the last few months. Eventually ending up in the port city of Marshvale Station.

Walking down through the market square, surrounded by merchants selling their goods on carts or from their shop fronts. Spending the last of their coin on some fresh fruits, Imogen hands half to Laudna and puts the rest in her own bag. “Well, that was the last of our coin.” Imogen states, as they make their way back to the Inn they’re staying at. “It’s still early enough to find some work, and earn a bit of coin.” Laudna looks over at Imogen, who’s looking a bit tapped out from the crowded market square. “Or I could have Paté perform, people loved it last time.” Laudna makes Paté do a little tap dance just for Imogen to see. Receiving the smallest of chuckles, like Laudna was hoping for. “I think I’d rather relax and go out for a job tomorrow if you don’t mind.” “Of course! I have about three gold left, so dinner’s on me. And then we can just hang out in our room, drink tea.” “Thanks, Laudna.”

The ladies arrive at Inn a couple minutes later. Thankfully it’s not that crowded in here, with only six others sitting at the bar with drinks. Imogen and Laudna sit down at a booth, ordering two glasses of milk and a little bite to eat. “There you go ladies, any luck finding passage today?” The owner Tymina, a -, asks as she places the food and drinks down on the table. “Thank you, not yet. But I’m really tapped out for the day.” “We’re gonna head out again tomorrow.” Laudna adds to Imogen’s answer. “Well I’m sure you’ll find what you need. I heard a lot of ships came in today stopping for supplies and rations for a day.” Tymina gives them a kind smile, before heading back to the bar and attending the customers there.

A bit of time goes by with Laudna and Imogen just chatting, when a cheerful voice suddenly interrupts their conversation. “Hi! I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help to overhear you mentioning looking for passage.. Are you going to Gavren?” A blue skinned female tiefling, with long wavy royal blue hair and a set of horns curving back and out adorned with gold jewelry, stands next to their table. A big enthusiastic smile on her face. “Uhhm...” Imogen looks the girl over, then notices the group sitting at the bar. A dark to lighter green-skinned half-orc man, black hair with a lock of gray in the front and a set of tusks poking out from his bottom lip, sitting with his head in his hand. His thought enters her mind. “Here we go again..” Meanwhile Laudna is happily engaging. “Oh, well yes we are. You see, Imogen has these powers and-” Imogen’s eye grow big as Laudna just starts talking. “I’m sorry, who are you?” She quickly stops Laudna from saying too much. “Oh yes, I’m Jester! It’s nice to meet you!” She reaches out her hand, introducing herself. Laudna happily shake it. “I’m Laudna, it’s so nice to meet you aswel.” “Wow, you’re really creepy looking.. Are you dead or something?” “Oh kay!” The half-orc man gets up and quickly makes his way over.

“I’m so sorry, my wife gets excited when she can help others. And you look..” He pauses for a moment, looking over at Laudna who is still holding out her hand giving them the kindest smile she can muster. “.. wonderful and healthy, we’ll leave you to it now.” As he’s about to pull Jester along with him back to the bar, Laudna speaks up again. “Oh that’s alright, I am actually. Dead, I mean.” Jester immediately turns back around, fully invested again. “You are?! That. Is. So. Cool! How did you die? Was it painful? When did you die? Do you age? How old are you?” Jester slides into the booth next to Laudna, blurting out all the questions. “Okay before we get into everyone’s life stories, which I’m sure is not really on your to-do list at the moment.” The half-orc eyes Jester. “Right, I’m sorry.. I just never met a dead person that isn’t trying to kill us, you know.” Jester apologizes to Laudna. “Uhm, if you’ll allow me.. My name is Fjord, and I believe what Jester was trying to say is that we overheard a bit of your conversation and wanted to offer our help if needed, of course.” The half-orc, now introduced as Fjord, clears up. “Yes, that.. yes!” Jester, somewhat chaotically, confirms. “It’s so nice to meet the both of you. And that’s very kind of you, but unless you have a ship I’m not sure of how much help you can be to us..” Imogen replies, in her usual calm tone of voice now that there’s not a big crowd around her anymore. “Well, you see, we do though. Have a ship.” Jester states, excitedly. “You do?!” Laudna asks. “Yes, we own a shipping business, Stone’s Throw Shipping, and are currently sailing all over Exandria.” Fjord adds to Jester’s statement. “Well, we’ve run low on coin, but if there’s any other way we can pay you. It would mean a lot to us, to me, if you could take us to Port Garven.” Imogen sits up a bit straighter, not expecting this sudden opportunity. “Of course! We’re leaving tomorrow morning, our ship is called the Nein Heroez, meet us there at dawn.” Jester informs them. “Wonderful! I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught your name?” Fjord turns to Imogen. “Oh right, I’m Imogen. Nice to meet you both.” Imogen reaches her hand out, Fjord takes it giving her a kind smile. “We’ll see you tomorrow morning then.” With that the couple walks back to the bar and out of the Inn with their group.

Not long after Laudna and Imogen head to their room, having one last cup of tea together before heading to bed.

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next chapter

#critical role #imogen temult #laudna #pate de rolo #jester lavorre #fjord stone #fanfiction #origin story #bells hells #mighty nein

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bradsmindbrain · 1 year

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Jack being really upset about something (it doesn't have to be anythng big but he's kinda worked up about it) and Ted comforting him

Death and Taxes

Summary: Jack’s stress is through the roof, luckily Ted is there to help him.

TW: None

Jack looked at the papers in front of him on the coffee table, pen in hand as he filled out what felt like the same sheet over and over again. It was tax season, arguably his least favorite time of the year. All it meant was unnecessary stress and work for him, all in the form of countless sheets of paper. He had money, yes, all from his late father, which he and Lissa had split between themselves, and even then he worked a few odd jobs around town, and on occasion he was paid quite handsomely on hunts.

That did little to diminish the pain of the taxes.

It was monotonous, painful, and perhaps it was because of his wolf-like nature, but he was beginning to get stir-crazy. He gave a sigh, at least Ted was here, making something for him to eat in the other room. He looked back down at the papers in front of him, a labyrinth of words and signatures that made his mind hurt more and more with every second of looking at it. God, he wished he was hunting right now, out in the wilderness with his husband, anywhere but near these damn papers.

He didn’t know how many papers he filled out when Ted finally entered the room, holding a bowl of fruit slices and a glass of milk. He grinned appreciatively as his husband placed them on a side table, “Gracias, mi amor. But some coffee would have been nice.”

Ted looked at him for a moment before giving a deadpan growl.

His eyes widened as he pulled out his phone, fumbling it before it turned on. Just as Ted had said, it was two in the morning. He had been filling out taxes for six hours.

Ted gave him a concerned grumble.

He shook his head, “It’s fine, I can get a few more done.” Ted was right, he really needed to be getting rest, but at the same time he really didn’t want this to spill into tomorrow, or would it technically be today? Regardless, he wasn’t keen on making this longer than it needed to be.

His husband shot him a look and an unconvinced growl before exiting the room, leaving him alone once more.

He looked down at the mind-numbing maze of papers on the table, slowly filling out the next forum when the unthinkable happened. His pen died.

Realistically, it was practically nothing, he could simply get up, head to the kitchen, and grab a new one. But he was tired, he was stressed, and he ached, and the pen dying was the final nail in the coffin. He slammed his face on the coffee table before sitting back up and covering his face with his hands as he began to sob. It was all too much for him, he couldn’t handle it. He was exhausted, he couldn’t take much more he-

He was brought back to his senses by the feeling of Ted’s viney hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing them, bringing him back to reality. After a moment, Ted grumbled authoritatively.

He wiped the tears from his eyes, “A-all right Ted, I’ll get to sleep.” Slowly, he got up from the sofa and made his way to his room, throwing his clothes haphazardly in a corner before crawling into bed, where he was consumed by sleep almost immediately.

He awoke around noon, sliding out of bed and into a new pair of clothes. He supposed Ted was already up, as he was nowhere to be seen in the bed. He gave a sigh, might as well finish the taxes, which would probably take another six hours. He made his way into the living room, spotting his husband slumped over on the sofa, asleep. As he approached, he noticed that the pile of papers he hadn’t signed yet were completely gone, instead a single piece of copying paper was in its place. He picked it up, examining the writing on it. It was his signature, written multiple times, closer and closer to his signature each time until it was practically indistinguishable from his own. Realization dawned on him.

Ted didn’t clean the dishes before going to bed with him, in fact, Ted didn’t go to bed at all. He had spent the hours while Jack was asleep carefully copying his signature and finishing the remaining papers. He couldn’t believe it, all of that, just for him. If Ted was awake he would’ve kissed him and thanked him so damn much. But Ted wasn’t awake, instead he sat on the sofa, asleep, peaceful. He grinned, he could thank Ted later, his husband should rest. It’s what he deserved.

#werewolf by night #wwbn #wbn #jack russell #ted sallis #man thing #marvel #mcu #russallis #my stuff #prompts

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steele-soulmate · 3 months

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 571, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1140

“Hello- oh my goodness! Sweet babies!”

I giggled as the costumes director cooed over Baby Jojo and Baby Mattie, both babies in my arms as the feasted on a fresh supply of mommy milk.

“I’m so happy you think so!” I told her with a pleasant scrunch up of my befreckled face. “Their daddy has the other triplet and their big sister!”

“Triplets? Oh my goodness- you must be busy!”

“Always!” I grinned, handing over Baby Jojo as the costume director made grabby hands towards the babies. Baby Jojo let out an impressive burp without needing to have her back patted.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

“Like at the Ratajczyk household is never truly dull,” I hummed, setting Baby Mattie up over my shoulder to ease a burp out from the tiny little man.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

“Atta boy,” I chuckled as I sat him down into my lap for a moment while I righted myself once more.

“Ah, a good mama’s work never ends! How often do you pump?”

“Once every four to six hours, but Peter and I oftentimes need to sneak formula into the babies’ diets, as how I do not pump nearly enough milk for the four of them!” I told the costume director, accepting a happily bubbling Baby Jojo back and settling her back into me.

“Well then, how about I make the top part of her dress easily removable so that you can pump easily?”

“Oh, thank would be wonderful!” I grinned. “A million and one gramacy.”

The costume director was laughing as they showed me their sketchbook of ideas on how to bring my Sally to life.

“Actually, my baby sister made some sketches that I absolutely love!” I pulled out the folded sheets of sketchbook papers and handed them over with an excited squeak.

Sammi had drew up a simple, oversized t-shirt dress, taking inspiration back from when she was really little and would steal our sperm doner’s shirts to wear around the house, a la mode a kind of Baby Yoda like appearance. One shoulder drooped, exposing the bare skin, and a belt hugged the slender waist, bringing a girlish figure to the sketch.

“Sammi told me that she designed the dress to look like Sally had stitched it together using scraps and pieces from Doctor Finkleton’s old shirts,” I explained, motioning my baby sister over.

Sammi came over, scooping Baby Jojo into her arms and pressing a kiss to her chubby baby cheek.

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

Sammi drew back and stared at her young niece, who had bubbled over into delightful giggles.

“PETER!” I yelled. “PETER COME QUICK!”

My husband lumbered into the small office, fear and worry clear as day over his handsome face.

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“You’re laughing!” Peter gasped, plucking his daughter from my baby sister’s arms. “Sweet Baby Jojo- you’re laughing!”

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“Baby Mattie, will you start giggling?” Peter was wearing a look of utter bliss as he sank down onto a tiny couch over in the corner. “Daddy loves his babies.”

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“My love, don’t make her urpy!” I frowned at him. “You remember what happened with little girl, don’t you?”

“Yes sweetheart, I remember,” he chuckled at me acting like a true mother. “Never again, never again.”

I could only make a face at him as Baby Tommy and Baby Noah both appeared in the doorway before making a swift beine over to their mommies.

“Mommy, Lizz Liss’s toothie came out!” Baby Tommy told me, flashing a happy grin at me.

“Oh no!” I looked up and saw Elizabeth, standing quietly in the doorway. “Elizabeth, are you alright?”

She just showed me two of her teeth, having fallen valiantly during battle, and her mouth, stuffed with blood soaked tissues.

“Imma gwood,” she slurred, obviously not used to speaking without thse two teeth in her mouth.

“What happened?” I asked, holding my arm open for her to come in for a snuggle. Katie also appeared in the doorway, coming in when the costume director realized that she wouldn’t be getting anymore attention. “Katie, what happened to Elizabeth?”

“She bit into an apple that someone bought- they both a bunch with them from their garden- and two teeth popped out!” Katie explained. “It was so cool- there was a whole bunch of blood!”

“Katie.” At the disapproving tone in my voice, she promptly calmed down. “Elizabeth, are you alright?” She just clung to me all the more tighter, making me think that there was something emotional that was triggered when she lost her two teeth.

I just let her hug me without saying a word, understanding that she would talk whenever she was ready to do so.

Sure enough-

“Mommy?” I hummed softly, letting my daughter know that her mother was listening. “Am I ugly?”

“Never,” I answered at once, pressing my lips to her crown. “You are never ugly; you are always beautiful.”

“Sometwimes, it’s hawd for me to wemember that,” she mumbled, clearly feeling a massive case of the depressive bunnies.

“Oh Elizabeth…” I murmured, giving her yet another kiss. “My love? Does our family insurance cover a dentist? I think we should get the kids in for a visit for a good teeth cleaning.”

“I’ll look into it when we get home, alright my woman?” he told me, in utter bless as Baby Jojo giggled and cooed on his chest.

“Uncle Pete?” Baby Noah meeped from Sammi’s arms, an impish smirk on his face. “FUK!”

“Oh no Baby Noah!”

Gramercy, thank you, old French?

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ellarohrer · 1 year

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I Want To Eat Healthy But I Can't Afford It... Or Can I?

This weekend I went back home from college and spent a weekend with my family. I had gone to the grocery store with my mom and picked out some snacks to have around the house. I chose things like apples, blueberries, grapes, and blackberries, cucumbers, peppers, and carrots. I hadn’t paid too close of attention to the prices because I knew my mom would be paying for it. It wasn’t until we got home that she told my brothers and I to make sure we didn’t waste any because it is too expensive to throw away. This made me wonder if everyone perceives food as expensive. This blog post will provide the opinion as to why groceries are perceived as so expensive right now, and the opinion as to why healthy food is not perceived as expensive right now.

In an article from Time International, Nik Popli had highlighted as to why prices have increased and as to why that can be such a problem for people/families. Nik Popli works as a reporter for TIME Magazine and he works in the Washington, D.C. bureau. In the article Popli had talked about how there seems to be no straightforward answers as to why prices have increased but there are a lot of different factors that could be responsible for it. Some of these factors include the following: post-pandemic demand, events like the war in Ukraine, unstable weather, and supply chain shortages. Grocery prices were also seen to be up by 11.8% in the month of December compared to the prices a year earlier. In the past year the price of lettuce had increased by 25%. Popli had exemplified in this article that healthy food is very expensive at the moment, and it does not seem like prices will drop anytime soon. In an opposing article from The New York Times, Mark Bittman had been writing to inform people that junk food is not always cheaper than healthy food. Mark Bittman is a former columnist for The New York Times, American food journalist, and an author. Bittman currently works as a fellow at the Union of Concerned Scientists. In the article Bittman also wrote about how eating healthy at home does not need to be expensive. In the beginning of the article Bittman talked about how expensive it can be to eat McDonald’s as a family of four. Bittman wrote the following in his article, “for example, two Big Macs, a cheeseburger, six chicken McNuggets, two medium and two small fries, and two medium and two small sodas — costs, at the McDonald’s a hundred steps from where I write, about $28”. Some people might be thinking that spending $28 at McDonald’s is a lot cheaper than buying a healthy meal at the grocery store. Well, Bittman also wrote about that and proved as to why that is not necessarily true at all. Bittman wrote the following about buying a healthy meal from the grocery store, “[y]ou can serve a roasted chicken with vegetables along with a simple salad and milk for about $14, and feed four or even six people. If that’s too much money, substitute a meal of rice and canned beans with bacon, green peppers and onions; it’s easily enough for four people and costs about $9”. Bittman exemplified in his article that “money alone doesn’t guide decisions about what to eat”. What we eat can be guided by taste, convenience, pleasure, and much more. Although this is an important thing to note, it also needs to be noted that there are constrictions that can hold people back from choosing the healthier option. Some of these constrictions can include the accessibility of stores, college students with meal plans, college students without a store on campus, not having the accessibility of a car, and for families it can simply come down to time.

Between these two articles Popli and Bittman had demonstrated two different perspectives on whether or not healthy food is more expensive than junk food. Bittman also displayed that yes, it is possible to eat healthy while still staying on a budget. These two different arguments may make you wonder which one is correct. It may make you wonder which one is a sustainable lifestyle. It turns out that they both may be correct, but it all depends on what we believe individually and what we have the accessibility to. There may be no right or wrong answer in this case scenario but we now know that there are options for those that want healthier options while saving money.

Bittman, M. (2011). Opinion: Is Junk Food Really Cheaper? The New York Times. https://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/25/opinion/sunday/is-junk-food-really-cheaper.html

Popli, N. (2023). Why Are Groceries So Expensive Right Now? Time International (Atlantic Edition), 201(5/6), 12. https://search-ebscohost-com.ezp3.lib.umn.edu/login.aspx?direct=true&AuthType=ip,uid&db=aph&AN=161709624&site=ehost-live.

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Your Wet Dream - Peter Maximoff

Paring: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, cunningest, blowjob, soft mommy kink, public sex...?, cussing.

A/N: This is the first smut that I've ever posted on here, be warned my writing is horrible. Please don't judge, I'm working on my smut writing.

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Peter and you laid on the couch, snuggling each other, watching re-runs of The Six Million Dollar Man in the mansion's living room.

You hadn't seen each other in a week. For the past few days, his mother had been staying at work later than usual, making Peter busy babysitting his little sister. So, you both were happy to have some cuddle time while Hank and Charles were out of the house.

You laid in Peter's arms, nuzzling your face against his chest as you closed your eyes. He glanced down at you, watching you slowly start to drift asleep.

But unknown to him, you were dreaming about him starting to go down on you in Charles’ study, forming an urge in your mind that you couldn't control.

A couple of minutes passed, Peter couldn’t help notice how much you kept squirming from under the blanket, letting out small breathy pants. He frowned at you, his mind guessing that you were having a bad dream.

“Peter~” you moaned to yourself, leaving Peter completely starstruck for a moment as he then realized you were having a wet dream.

He gently pulled the blanket off you and eyed your soaked panties, the sight making his member twitch in his sweatpants.

“Uh, babe?” Peter questioned, attempting to wake you up. “Y-Y/n?” He asked again, finally waking you.

“What?” you question in a sleepy tone, gently rubbing your eyes.

“I think you were - dreaming.”

Your face went red once you noticed the mess down there, the sexual dream coming back to your memory.

“Can I know what it was about?” Peter asked, catching you off guard for a moment as you felt your body heat up from his question, flustered on what to say.

“Uhm, well… You were eating me out on Charles’ desk.”

Peter slightly smirked, “Could we maybe try that?”

“Yes, please-” you answered, feeling him place his hands on the sides of your hips, and with a quick blur, you laid in Xavier’s study on top of his wooden desk.

The moon shone through the window, reflecting on the two of you as Peter stood between your spread legs. He wrapped his lengthy fingers around the lace of your panties, receiving your permission before slipping them off to expose your wet cunt.

He sunk to his knees, gently gripping your thighs. “My Twinkie.” He teased, making your hips twitch in his hands, bringing his dark brown eyes back up to you.

“Baby, please.” you softly groaned, “no teasing-”

He didn't wait another second before running his tongue through your pink folds, getting a taste of your sweetness.

You let out short, breathy moans, feeling Peter place his tongue against your bud and rapidly rubbed away at your sensitive cluster of nerves.

He slipped two fingers in your aching cunt and sent fast vibrations against your G-spot, as his tongue vibrated your clit.

Letting a long moan escape your lips, as your body clenched up. He slightly smirked against and sped up the waves of vibrations.

“I’m-gonnacum!...” You muttered, feeling the familiar pulses throughout your cunt.

Your head got cloudy, and your eyes got blurry for a second, feeling that fuzzy euphoria throughout your body as you milked your juices into his mouth.

Peter licked you completely clean, placing his head against your inner thigh while you came down from your high. You glanced down at him. He was red in the face with bits of excess cum on his chin.

“I-l came. ” Peter admitted, looking up at you with that glazed look in his dark brown eyes.

You softly giggled. “Sit down, lover boy,” you lifted yourself from the table once he sat on the chair.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” You questioned, pointing at the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Yes, momma~“

You grinned from his neediness and kneeled between his legs. Helping him pull his loose sweatpants then boxers down to his ankles, watching his hard cock spring out.

Your mouth watered from the sight. It was thick and veiny, with milky white cum leaking down the underside of his length.

Teasingly running your fingers over his bulging veins, listening to him softly whimper for more of your touch.

“Such a good boy for momma.” You praised, taking the head of his cock in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it, wiping the excess cum away, listening to his pretty moans.

Your hand slid under his shaft and cupped his balls, squeezing them in your palm, making him gasp for air as he continued to watch you take more of his length in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and rocked your head back and forth against him.

Peter’s hips slightly bucked, and his legs shook beside you. “C-Can I cum on your tits, m-momma?” He managed to get out in a breathy tone.

You nodded, taking his member out of your mouth, instantly pulling your shirt off, and lined your breasts up to his leaking tip.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, using his pre-cum as lube, and began pumping it. His head immediately tossed back against the wooden chair, filling the room with his little moans.

“Eyes on mommy,” You told him, watching his gaze fall back on you. It only took a few seconds before his warm cum shot out across your chest and tits.

His dilated eyes watched you run your finger against the ridge of your breast, picking up some of his milky white cum and licking it off, a sour and sweet taste hitting your tongue.

You all of a sudden stopped and froze, hearing the front door to the mansion open up.

“Holy shit-!” you muttered, reaching over to grab your shirt, wiping the excess cum off your chest as fast as possible.

Before you could even think, you suddenly laid against Peter's chest, with the blanket covering the two of you. You and Peter were both clothed and back on the couch in the living room.

“Pretend to sleep,” Peter whispered to you. Doing as he said, you laid your head against his chest and closed your eyes. Eventually, hearing Charles and Hank's muffled voices fade away up the stairs.

You lifted off Peter and straddled his waist. “Please tell me you cleaned up our mess?” You said in a low voice, “don't worry, babe, I took care of it.” Peter gave you a mischievous smirk.

“So, where’s your next dream spot, Twinkie?”

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thedreamlessnights · 2 years

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I've found hope in a heart attack

{chapter one} - {chapter two} - {chapter three} - {chapter four} - {chapter five} - {chapter six}

Viktor x Fem!Reader Modern AU (Eventual NSFW)

Synopsis: You and Viktor return home after enjoying the final day of your trip together.

Warnings: Mentions of sex.

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support. I read and cherish every single comment that I've gotten and it's meant the world to me. Although this series is drawing to an end, I'm happy to announce there will be a sequel, and I have everything plotted out for it - I promise it's in the works, hopefully coming soon. If you're interested, my next fic posted will be an enemies to lovers story with Vampire!Viktor, which I'm going to try to have posted sometime in the next week. Thanks again for reading and I hope you enjoy the final part of this series!

In cold weather with warm hands is how the two of you spend the last day of your vacation. If your feelings were confusing before Viktor’s confession, they are tenfold now. All you know is that you’re deliriously happy to be with him, and devastated at the fact that you’ll be leaving this place.

Jayce has done his job too well. A good vacation spot, yes, but it’s enough to make you wish it was your home - even just a little longer. Who could have known that after all those days in the lab, being completely in love with what you do, a week and a half could make you rethink everything?

But you can tell Viktor wants to go back. The notes he’s been working on lately are enough for you to see that, though he’d never tell you. A man dedicated to his work, even when he’s supposed to be relaxing. You’d never take that away from him. The two of you can come back, after all.

His consistency is comforting in a world where everything else has been turned upside down. He’ll always love the lab. He’ll always be thinking of Hextech in those quieter moments, seeking to change the world for the better. He’ll spend most nights with a glass of warm, honeyed milk with a dash of cinnamon. Curled up under a blanket, scribbling away on his notebook.

Your consistency is your surety that you’ll always care about him. You know that for certain. You don’t meet someone like Viktor without remembering him as long as you live.

The cabin is silent as the two of you pack up your things, but you can’t help smiling every time he looks at you. He seems happier. His smiles come so naturally now, his jokes and teasing only increasing.

The fact that you’ve contributed to that sends butterflies to your stomach. He deserves the world. If you can give him just a piece of it, you’ll be satisfied forever.

When the sun begins to set, you sit curled up on the porch, wrapped up in about ten layers and a blanket. That’s where Viktor finds you, taking a seat next to you as you try to hide the fact that you’ve been crying.

“What’s wrong?” he asks gently. Then, after a pause: “Is it because of me?”

“No,” you say quickly. “No. You’ve been amazing, Viktor. I just…” A shaky exhale mists from your lungs. “I wish we could stay a little longer. I’m going to miss it, you know?”

Viktor’s fingers are freezing cold as they cradle your cheek, but you lean into them all the same, closing your eyes.

“Do you want me to see if we can extend the reservation?” he asks. “I can call them.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s okay. We should really get back to the lab. We’ve already missed enough work as it is.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

When you open your eyes, you see the warmth of his golden eyes staring back at you.

“Let’s go to dinner, then,” he says.

He takes you back to the diner - the one he’d gotten food from the first night. The one that reminded you of home. In person, it’s not exact - the decorations on the wall are different, and everyone you see is a stranger, but the familiar, nostalgic smell is enough to floor you.

The whole meal is spent soaking things in, trying to memorize everything from head to toe. On occasion, Viktor is able to crack a few jokes that make you laugh. Your hands are entwined the entire time, a gesture that feels strangely natural. You can’t remember the last time someone held your hand before this trip. As devoted to his work as he is, Viktor is a romantic at heart.

He makes you feel special. Like you’re something to be cherished, something to be in awe of. When you talk, his eyes never stray away from you. When you work, he studies your findings, eyes bright with exhilaration.

He remembers things about you - maybe a little too much, even. He’d bought strawberries for the train ride because he’d noticed you’d liked them. He reads the books you like just because you’d enjoyed them. When the song comes on in the diner, the one you’d loved all those years ago, he watches you perk up, freezing in place, only able to squeeze his hand tight - like a lifeline, grounding you in your seat so you don’t float away.

Without a word, he stands and goes to the jukebox. You know what he’s going to do before he does it - slipping coins from his pocket and inserting them before returning to you. His hand is warm when he takes yours again, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“I had enough for four more plays,” he says simply.

You laugh, but there are tears streaming down your face. “Tell me what it’s called,” you plead.

“You Belong To Me,” he says, brushing a tear away from your cheek. “I can see why you liked it so much.”

For the next three plays, the two of you sit, your head on his shoulder as you listen. When the fourth time rolls around, you both watch as a couple stumbles up - perhaps a bit tipsy - and begin to dance. You’re just turning to look at Viktor when he’s on his feet, setting his cane against the booth you’re sitting at.

“May I… have this dance?” he asks, holding his hand out to you. You grasp it, sliding in closer to him, resting your hands on his shoulders. His hands find your hips as the two of you sway in place, your foreheads tilted together.

“You’re quite the charmer,” you say. “I always thought Jayce was the romantic one.”

“I’m full of surprises,” he murmurs. “Jayce can hardly compete.”

“Oh?” you ask, your hand finding the base of his neck, burying into the softness of his hair. “I can’t wait to find them out.”

The next day, when the train pulls away from the tracks, there’s a mournful feeling sitting in your ribs, Viktor’s hand in yours lessening the ache of it. After all your protests of a vacation, it’s changed your life. No gift you could buy at a souvenir shop could fully express that to Jayce. Nor does it soften the want to stay, to keep holding onto the town you’ve fallen in love with.

The warmth of his hand on your cheek is what finally gets you to stop looking at the window and meet his eyes, warm in their gaze.

“We’ll come back,” he assures you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Jayce already brought up another vacation, remember?”

“With Mel,” you sigh. “Somehow, I have a feeling that it’s not going to be as enjoyable.”

“Anything with you is enjoyable.” Viktor pulls out one of the books you’d neglected to read, handing it over to you. “Though, I do think we’ll have to be quieter in the bedroom when they’re around.”

Cheeks hot at the memory of your previous sexual encounters, you take the book from him, settling into your seat. “Just promise me you won’t argue with her,” you say.

He sucks air into his cheeks. “An impossible request, if she chooses to bring up the topics she’s favored lately.” Then he nudges your leg with his. “I will do my best.”

“Speaking of,” you say, resting the book in your lap, “when are we telling Jayce about us?”

“Whenever you’d like,” Viktor responds. “Though, perhaps we should keep it on the downlow for a few days.”

“He’s going to be smug,” you say, a scowl tugging at your lips. “That asshole.” You pause for a moment, blowing out a breath. “What if we tell him we hated the trip?”

Viktor only chuckles, setting his hand down over yours. “Now, that… is cruel. Perhaps I was wrong about you always being kind.”

“I think you think better of me than I am,” you say. “What do you think he’d do?”

Viktor thinks for a moment. “It’d make him sad, if we truly dug our heels into the lie. He’d apologize profusely. Then, he’d try desperately to get us to go on another trip with him and Mel to make up for it.”

The thought of Jayce sad is enough to get you to scrap the idea. “Okay, let’s not do that. He can be smug, if he wants. He set the whole thing up.”

“We don’t know that for certain.”

“Do you ever think he’d admit to it?” you ask.

“I doubt it very much.”

The rest of the ride passes away in a blur of conversation. When you arrive, you and Viktor part ways at the train station, both knowing that you’ll be seeing each other in the lab tomorrow--a fact that doesn’t quite lessen the ache of leaving him.

Your apartment is completely silent when you arrive, a rare occasion. There’s an emptiness in the air that wasn’t there before. Then, all at once, you start shaking.

It’d been real. There are still marks of him on your neck, hidden under the collar of your coat. The whole thing seems like a blur - like it hadn’t existed, and you’d conjured it up in your mind. He wants you. He really wants you. He’d kissed you before he’d left.

God.

Your first time being truly alone to process your feelings since leaving, and you still can’t believe it. Life seems like a dream, some magical, wonderful dream. Who cares about the town you’d left behind when you have Viktor? Who cares about anything else, when he’d clutched your hand in his and told you that he thought you were incredible?

Your heart won’t stop pounding in your chest, the lingering heat of his lips against your skin making you feel boiling hot. You’re tempted to call him, but if you truly can’t go a few hours without him, that’s not a good sign. You sit. Go over your papers.

It’s nice to be back. Your own bed, the familiarity of your cramped apartment, and the ability to lounge. That’s the thing you’ll take away from all of this - you need to relax more, if you can. Maybe Jayce will even play Scrabble with the two of you. You can imagine him now, whining away as Viktor wins round after round - like he always does.

“It’s not fair! That’s not a real word!”

“I suggest you familiarize yourself with the dictionary, Jayce.”

Even the thought of Viktor’s voice has you smiling.

Then there’s the dilemma of how and when to tell him you’re together. Do you do it tomorrow, fresh off the trip? Do you let it sit for a while, only visible in the glances you share with Viktor, mentioning out of the blue? Or do you let him figure it out for himself?

Either way, he’ll be smug. Not to mention - this is the first time you’ve been wrong about his bad idea grin. So incredibly wrong, that you almost want to apologize to him for ever considering it a bad idea at all. Everything that’s come out of this trip has been good.

As it turns out, Jayce figures it out for himself. Not like you’d planned, either. Instead, he walks in on you and Viktor kissing in the kitchen two days after you’ve come back.

“I knew it,” he hisses, and you laugh as you bury your face in Viktor’s shirt. “I knew it!”

“Jayce, a little privacy?” you ask.

“You’re the ones kissing in public!” He hesitates for a moment. “Can I at least get my coffee?”

“Sure.” You release Viktor’s shirt and step away from him, smoothing out the wrinkles. Viktor has flushed down to his neck, unable to look Jayce in the eye.

“That happened on the trip, right?” Jayce asks. “Not in my lab?”

“Your lab?”

“Hey - I just need to know if I should disinfect the workspace.” He’s grinning, his coffee mug secured in his hand.

“Out of the three of us, we’re not the ones who’d fuck in the lab, Jayce,” you say. Jayce goes pink, immediately looking away.

“I’ve - I’ve never,” he stammers. Then he leaves.

“Good God,” Viktor sighs. “He’s fucked Mel in the lab.”

“Yeah. I’m never letting him live that down.”

Viktor brushes his thumb over your cheek. “Well deserved, I think.” Then he scowls, shaking his head. “Do you still have those cleaning wipes?”

“Yep. I’m on it.”

Not before Viktor can pull you in for another kiss. “Make sure he’s not too smug about us,” he says. “Amp up your disgust at the… fucking.”

“Will do.”

When you go back to the lab, you make a show of it - moving the papers off your desk, transferring it to the side, wiping it all down with disinfectants.

“Oh, come on!” Jayce protests. “It’s not like we did it on your desk!”

Grimacing at the thought, you continue to wipe it down, then move on to clear off Viktor’s desk. Jayce frowns as he watches you, then groans as you finally approach his work area.

“I swear - I cleaned up,” he says. “Just… leave it, please.”

“That would require me to trust you, which I don’t.”

With a sigh, he moves to the side and buries his face in his hands as you clean. Then you toss the wipes into the trash, and take a good minute to wash your hands in the sink.

“It’s not that bad,” he says. “Come on!”

All you do in response is settle your things on your desk, and return Viktor’s things to his. “Maybe tell us next time?” you suggest, plopping down into your chair. “I’d like to know when the lab gets contaminated.”

“What was I supposed to say? Sorry guys, Mel and I fucked in here. Don’t worry, though! I cleaned everything up!”

“Yes?”

He just shakes his head, returning to his chalkboard. “I’ll make sure that it never happens again,” he says, scribbling an equation down.

“Please do.”

As Viktor enters, both of you turn to look at him. He leans in to kiss your cheek, placing a hand on your shoulder as he watches Jayce for a moment. “Is everything cleaned up?” he asks.

“Yes.”

You watch as he returns to his seat, setting his cane down and opening his book. There’s a brief moment where something flutters in your chest, then you burst into laughter. Viktor joins you, placing his face in his hand as his shoulders shake.

“Guys…” Jayce shoots a glare at you, then Viktor. “It’s not funny.”

“Isn’t it?” you ask, tears streaming in the lab. “You and Mel really did it in the lab? Does science turn you on?”

“What? No!”

“Is this why you wanted us to vacation?” Viktor asks. “To have the lab all to yourself?”

“A real family emergency, Jayce,” you tease.

“Alright, I get it,” Jayce grumbles. “For the love of God!”

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself, wiping your eyes.

“Seriously, though,” Viktor says. “Don’t do that again. Who knows what you could have contaminated.”

“Jesus, I won’t! Can we drop it? Please?”

Eventually the lab goes silent, only coming to life on the moments when Viktor looks at you and the two of you share a quiet laugh.

That night, Viktor leaves early. He presses a kiss on the top of your head before he leaves, trailing his fingers over your hand.

“Will you be joining me?” he asks softly.

“I’ll be out in just a minute,” you promise. “Wait for me?”

“Of course. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

His fingers linger on yours a moment more before he exits, the door clicking shut behind him.

“Hey, Jayce,” you call. “Can I ask you a question?”

Jayce sighs. “Is it about… the incident? Because, if it is, no.”

“It’s not. I swear.”

He pushes the goggles up on his head, leaning back in his seat. “Shoot.”

“When you caught us kissing, you said ‘I knew it.’ What did you mean?”

Jayce gives a light shrug. “I know chemistry when I see it. You two wouldn’t stop staring at each other, even before the trip. Since you’ve gotten back? It’s gone way up. You guys can’t keep your eyes off each other.

You drum your fingers on the table. “Jayce, did you set us up?”

“What do you mean?” There’s a spark in his eyes, and he sounds just a bit too innocent.

“The trip,” you say pointedly. “Did you set the whole thing up, planning to cancel the whole time, just so Viktor and I would spend more time together?”

A sly smile crawls up his face.

“Now why,” he asks, “would I do a thing like that?”

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helloalycia · 3 years

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The Wrong Lifetime – Five // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: dying of cramps but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging, so enjoy! x

Taking Wanda to Blackpool was something I couldn't stop thinking about for the past three days.

I kept telling myself that I had to remain calm, not make her feel uncomfortable with my obvious attraction to her, and to give her the best day out considering she'd never been before. It wasn't anything more than a girl spending time with her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and I had to keep reminding myself that whenever I'd feel a stir of desire in my chest at the thought her pretty smile or intoxicating gaze.

My family were thrilled when they heard of my plans with Wanda. My parents were glad I was actually making an effort to get on with her, whilst my brother was excited I was becoming 'best friends', as he put it, with his fiancé. That one stung a little, the guilt pricking my insides, but I convinced myself that that was exactly what I was doing. It wasn't wrong if I didn't think of Wanda in any way but what she was. Right?

The weekend came around quickly enough, and on Saturday morning, I met with Wanda at the train station where she waiting for me with an enthusiastic smile.

"I brought my watercolours and sketchbook so I can paint what's there," she explained as we boarded the train. "I also bought a lot of pencils in case some snap. I'm gonna draw everything I see so I don't forget a single thing."

We slid into our seats and I smiled with admiration as she continued to ramble about all of the things she wanted to do today. She looked so lively when she spoke, her hands moving about frantically to express her excitement, and her lips permanently etched into a smile when she wittered on. I didn't mean to stare, but God, she looked beautiful.

"Thank you again for doing this," she finished, head turning to mine.

Now, I'd read and written many clichés of someone falling for someone else, particularly the moment they knew they were too far gone. It was hard to believe if they were true depictions of liking someone, but I liked reading and writing them.

It was now that I learnt that they were no exaggeration, for when she looked my way with a beaming smile and glowing green eyes, I knew it was too late. There was no going back for my attraction to Wanda.

"No need to thank me," I spoke slowly, surprised I could speak at all since she'd knocked the breath from my lungs. "I'm glad you're excited."

The journey was a few hours long and we made conversation the whole way. It was the longest I'd spent alone with her since meeting her and I was intrigued by everything she had to say, hanging onto every word with all of my attention. If that wasn't enough, her accent only made everything she said sound so much better. She was naturally soft-spoken, but syllables rolled off her tongue in a silky, raspy way with her accent entwined in her words. I loved it.

At one point, the topic of our families came up and I felt like my brother came up in almost every conversation I'd had with anyone who discussed family, so I took this as my opportunity to get to know hers instead.

"What's it like to have a twin?" I asked, leaning on my elbow as I watched her attentively.

She mirrored my action playfully, though answered my question. "It's just like having a normal sibling, except they're way more annoying."

I smiled, imaging just how annoying Pietro could be as a sibling.

"I love Pietro, but he's very frustrating at times," she spoke with a hint of endearment. "He constantly throws it in my face that's he's older than me by twelve minutes. As if that makes a difference."

A chuckle flew from my lips as she pouted at her own words.

"But he's also my best friend," she said with a sigh, like that fact was irritating in itself. "He knows me better than anyone and he's the easiest person for me to talk to. I don't have to hide anything from him." She paused, glancing upwards in thought. "Well, almost anything."

Pursing my lips, I wondered what she meant as she mumbled the last part, but didn't question it. Everyone was entitled to their secrets.

"So, you and your family moved to England when you were kids, right?" I tried to recall what my parents had told me of them. "From Sokovia."

"Yes, we were about..." She scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember. "Eight years old, I think?"

"Wow, that's young," I realised.

She hummed in agreement, smile fading as her eyes fell to her hands. "Yeah... I don't remember much, but there was a lot of unrest at the time. A war. It was dangerous for everyone and my parents were lucky to get us out when they did."

I frowned, knowing some of this already, but it was sadder to hear when it was coming from Wanda herself.

"Our extended family didn't make it out," she continued to explain, voice quieter. "I didn't know them much, my parents' siblings, so it's not that sad for me. Pietro, too. But it's strange to think, you know? Especially when all of your family are around with this wedding and–" She sighed, shaking her head and looking to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

I straightened up, reassuring her instantly. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. It's okay. I... I didn't know any of that. I'm glad you told me."

She nodded, though the regret was still present in her gaze.

"I'm sorry all of that happened," I expressed honestly, not looking away. "But I'm glad you're here, if it makes a difference. You– your family are good people."

A small, appreciative smile graced her lips. "Thank you."

I shrugged, trying to brush it off so she wouldn't notice the heat rising up my neck. "It's nothing... so Sokovia. You speak Russian and English. That's pretty bloody cool."

She laughed wholeheartedly and any hint of sadness disappeared from her face, reassuring me completely. I didn't like to see her sad, especially when there was nothing I could do to make her feel better that I knew of.

"I promise to teach you some Russian today," she said with amusement. "A few words, just to diversify your vocabulary."

"Gee, thanks."

Another laugh escaped her and I chewed on my lip to contain my grin. I could get used to that sound.

—

When we reached Blackpool, Wanda was radiating with excitement. We couldn't make it two steps anywhere before she whipped out her sketchbook and began to sketch. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to capture everything she saw.

I was patient, since the reason we came was for her, and watched as she worked. It was cute, seeing her concentrate and trying to stop dancing around with excitement every time I showed her something new.

We walked along the promenade and dipped in and out of the shops, looking at the gifts and clothes they sold. We bought a few things to commemorate the trip, but then Wanda was quick to drag me back outside so she could sketch the view of the beach from where we were stood. The grin on her face was convincing enough for me to let her drag me wherever she wanted. She looked so happy and I didn't care about anything else.

Eventually, around lunchtime, we headed to a café to have a break from all the excitement. Or rather, a break from running around. For Wanda, it was a better opportunity to sit still and sketch some more.

"So, you're drinking what, Y/N?" she asked, not looking up from her sketches as she worked.

I looked at my tea and lowered the cup. "Er, tea?"

"In Russian," she instructed.

"Oh." I cleared my throat, remembering what she taught me earlier. "Chay."

"And what's in the chay?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine patiently. "The milk?"

"Moloko," I remembered, and the proud smile on her face reassured me I was correct. My shoulders relaxed as I returned her smile. "Thanks."

"You're a natural," she assured me, before looking back to her sketchbook. "I only taught you the words. You remembered it yourself. And before you know it, ty budesh' govorit' polnymi predlozheniyami na russkom."

My mouth opened with confusion, not knowing what she said. She seemed to realise as she chuckled at my expression.

"Never mind, milaya (darling)," she said with humoured eyes, before resuming her sketching.

I breathed out, taking another sip of my tea before grabbing a fork to dig into my pasta. As I chewed, I watched Wanda move her pencil effortlessly, creating lines that somehow resulted in a perfect drawing of the horizon.

"Do you only draw and paint landscapes?" I asked curiously.

"I can do portraits, too," she answered with a nod, glancing at me. "But they're never as good."

I gave her a knowing look. "I doubt that."

She merely smiled in response, eyes meeting mine for a moment, before shaking her head with amusement and looking back to her sketches. I chuckled, leaving her to it as I enjoyed my lunch and read the newspaper.

It was nice to just sit and enjoy each other's company as we did our own thing. I'd occasionally glance up to see Wanda focused on her drawing and smile, allowing myself to appreciate the sight, before looking back down to the paper and enjoying my pasta.

By the time I finished my food, as had Wanda, she straightened up and tore a page from her sketchbook. The noise pulled me from my reading and I looked up to see her holding the paper towards me.

I quirked a brow, but she simply shook the paper, signalling for me to take it. With confusion, I took it and became speechless when I saw what she'd drawn. It was me reading the paper, the exact view she must have had from being sat opposite me. It looked exactly like me, probably better since I knew I didn't look that good, and I was amazed at her talent all over again.

"You did this just now?" I asked with disbelief, looking up at her.

She shrugged and distracted herself with her pencil. "Yeah, it's not much. It's not my specialty."

I scoffed. "You're kidding. Wanda, this is amazing!"

Bashful smile on her lips, she glanced up at me. "Maybe it's the best portrait I've done. But I think that's down to my subject."

Even when she was embarrassed, she was still capable of turning the tables on me, leaving me a flustered mess. It was like her superpower. A very annoyingly cute superpower.

"That's what you look like y'know," she continued, nodding to the paper in my hand. "When you're focused on reading. You chew your lip with thought. And you get this little crease–" she pointed between her brows with a laugh, "–right here, and you seem to forget that anything else exists."

A sweet smile spread on her face as she tilted her head, watching me with intimidating eyes, very much aware of the effect her words had on me.

"You're very observant," I said, trying not to stutter, her gaze making me nervous. "Perfect skill for an artist."

She hummed in agreement, though didn't look away. "Mere artistic observation, right?"

My heart was hammering in her chest the longer she stared, especially when her words dawned on me. I'd said the exact same thing after she confronted me about picking her ring. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

Just like the first time I saw her, I was at a loss for words and couldn't look away. She was compelling, beautiful and remarkable all at once.

—

"Nebo," I said, hoping it was the correct word for 'sky' in Russian, as Wanda had taught me.

She grinned. "Yes! And horizon?"

I pulled a face as I thought carefully. "Er...gorizont?"

"The student is soon to become the master," she said, and I rolled my eyes, knowing that was anything but the truth. I appreciated her encouragement though.

"Okay, before we head to the beach, we have to buy some rock," I told her, leading her to the stall on the promenade. "I got it last time and it's so good."

She furrowed her brows. "What's that?"

I smiled at her expression. "It's a sweet. Kind of like boiled sugar that's formed into a stick of, well, rock."

She didn't seem convinced. "If you say it's good, I trust you, I guess..."

I laughed, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the stall. "You'll love it."

After getting two sticks of rock for Wanda and I, we began to walk to the sand. I glanced at the brunette, wanting to see her reaction. She eyed the hard candy before attempting to bite it, a small piece breaking off at the top. Crunching on it, she scrunched her nose up.

"It's hard," she noted, swallowing the piece. "Tasty, though."

"It's better if you suck on it, love," I let her know with a hidden smile. "Tastes much better."

She did as I said, beginning to suck on the top, and seemed to enjoy it more. Giving me a thumbs up as she sucked it, I couldn't help but laugh again. She looked adorable, so I left her to it and did the same as we walked along the sand and towards the benches in the distance.

Like a child experiencing something for the first time, she began to point excitedly at Blackpool Tower and the ferris wheel in the distance and I just kept nodding along, letting her get excited because it made my heart skip a beat every time she flashed me a smile.

When we reached the benches, I was glad that today wasn't a busy day. It wasn't exactly tourist season, so the beach was scarce of anyone but residents of the town. And even then, our side of the beach was pretty empty, giving us first dibs on a bench that wasn't broken or uncomfortable.

Settling on it, Wanda pulled her legs up and sat cross-legged so she could lean on them and pull out her watercolours. I sat beside her and leaned back, inhaling the salty air and exhaling peacefully. I never had much reason to visit here apart from when my parents took my brother and I on the occasional trip, but it was nice to appreciate the sound of the ocean washing over the sand and the seagulls squawking in the sky. A big difference compared to back home.

Another silence formed between us as she painted the water ahead, and I couldn't help but glance her way, watching her pucker her lips with concentration. All she'd wanted was this and I was glad I could finally give it to her.

So she wouldn't notice, I looked away and stared out at the blue expanse of ocean before me. I should have been appreciating its beauty, but all I could think about was how it was no contest to the girl sat beside me.

"I'm really glad you brought me here today," she said out of the blue after a while, "but I wouldn't have said yes if I'd known you would be bored."

I looked to her and saw she was still preoccupied by her painting. "I'm not bored. We came here so you could see the water and find some new subjects to paint. And that's exactly what we're doing."

She sighed, looking up at me with a questioning glance.

Smiling reassuringly, I said, "I like the quiet. And I like watching you work. You look happy. It's good to see."

She tensed her jaw, stifling a smile, but her eyes said it all. She was grateful. Of course, her eyes were also very easy to get lost in, even if she didn't mean for me to. And right now, under the sun, I found myself drowning in pools of blue.

"What are you thinking?" she asked quietly, a hint of a smile on her face.

Stupidly, I felt compelled to tell her the truth. "I'm thinking about how you have really pretty eyes."

Attempting to make me flustered yet again, her favourite hobby by now I was guessing, she raised a brow teasingly. "Oh, really?"

It didn't bother me this time though, as I maintained eye contact and felt my heart swelling with adoration. "Yes. It's like you hold all the elements in a single gaze."

Her smile faded and that's when I realised what I'd said, my heart dropping to my stomach in an instant. Swallowing hard, I looked away and shook my head. An apology was waiting on the tip of my tongue when she spoke with realisation.

"It was you."

I glanced her way nervously. "What was?"

She was staring like her mind was working something out and I was the missing piece. "The letter that Y/B/N gave me last week. He wrote the exact same thing. What you just said."

My brows knitted together with confusion, then it hit me. The love letter Y/B/N wrote. The one he assured me was for his own eyes. He'd given it to her. And I'd just gone and said the exact thing he'd written on it, no doubt passing it off as is his own words.

"Th–that wasn't me," I got out, shaking my head slowly. "I didn't even know he gave you a letter, Wanda."

She continued to watch me, eyes squinting with scepticism. I swallowed hard under her gaze, trying to think of how I could come back from this. But apparently I didn't have to, because she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

My mind was foggy when her fingers rested behind my neck, tugging me closer. I closed my eyes, melting at her touch, and began to kiss her back, moving my lips against hers. She was slow and gentle with me, her lips as soft as they looked and sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. I could have kissed her forever and been content, but my brain finally caught up to my actions and I reluctantly pulled away, stunned.

Glancing around to make sure nobody saw us – there was literally nobody here – I caught my breath and looked back to Wanda. Her eyes were drawn to my lips before they flickered to meet mine, darkened with desire.

"Why did you do that?" was all I could think to ask, and I was acutely aware of her fingers still grasping my neck, the skin burning where her tips grazed.

She licked her swollen lips, expression softening. "I think I've been falling for the wrong Y/L/N."

My lips pressed together, missing the feeling of hers against them. Never in a million years did I expect her to say something like that. I thought she'd been teasing me this whole time, but now, maybe there was truth to her actions.

"Did you really mean what you said?" she asked apprehensively.

"What?"

She swallowed. "What you said about my eyes. Did you mean it?"

Well, she'd kissed me, so there was no going back now.

I nodded, noticing the hesitance in her eyes. "Yes... you're beautiful, Wanda."

She didn't say anything and the silence was deafening. I almost wanted to run back home and pretend this never happened, but that was the cowardly side of me. The other side, the disbelieving side, wanted to stay here with her and keep living in this little bubble we'd created.

"Can I kiss you again?" she finally spoke, eyes flickering between mine for confirmation.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded slowly, and she didn't waste another second as she leaned in once again. This time, I wasn't so surprised, so I kissed her back quickly, trying not to think about how wrong this was. How I'd been taught that this was wrong. Because I refused to believe this was wrong, that it was a sin, when it felt so damn right.

Wanda felt right.

—

When I got home later that afternoon, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

Wanda was all that was on my mind. Everything about her was floating around up there – the contagiousness of her smile, the brightness of her eyes, the taste of her lips. When I left this morning, I wasn't expecting to return with– well, I wasn't sure what we were, but we'd decided to give whatever this was a go.

Of course, she was still engaged to my brother, but I tried not to think about that. She made me happy and maybe in a different lifetime we could have been together, but this was the wrong lifetime which meant I'd have to make some wrong decisions, this possibly being one of them.

The guilt was still present, but the adoration I had for Wanda overpowered it. The fact that she actually liked me back was too thrilling for me to even concern myself with the lack of future this relationship would have. I just wanted to enjoy what we had whilst we had it, even if it meant being together in secret.

"So, how did your trip go?" my mum asked me when I returned, looking up from her knitting.

I stifled my grin the best I could. "It was fun. Wanda loved the seaside."

My mother seemed pleased as she smiled my way. "Y/N, that's great. You know, I'm really proud of you for making an effort with her. It means a lot to everyone."

"Mhm."

"She's going to be your sister-in-law after all," she continued knowingly, "so it's good you're spending time with her. Maybe you could do it more."

I hummed in agreement, my heart fluttering at the possibility of spending more time with Wanda. "Yeah, that could be good."

"Go on upstairs, you must be tired from the travelling," she said after a moment, noticing my distant headspace. "I'm glad you had fun today."

Wanda's smile appeared in my mind again, her lips ghosting my own. I sighed contently.

"Me, too."

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Dabi/ Touya Todoroki x Fem reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: You haven’t seen Dabi in a year and he seems to miss you a whole bunch.

words: 1.9k

Cw: minor manga spoilers, slight degrading, overuse of the word doll, you get walked-in on and I'm sure there's a word for that I just can't think of, voyeurism

The threat of being arrested loomed over your boyfriend's head since becoming a villain. Apparently, the fear of never being free again was stomped out by his ambition to overthrow his father.

So when he was captured during an ambush, you felt your heartbreak for him. No matter what had happened in his childhood, life in prison was the only outcome you could think would happen.

Your heart shattered when you were proven right.

You haven't seen Dabi in a year, he was constantly being transferred into higher security prisons. Not to mention the times you tried to visit but he was placed in solitary right before, his bad habit of getting into fights finally caught up to him.

The time made you think about all the nights you spent laying under the stars talking about your future, a peaceful life, maybe a family. Or all the evenings you would dance around your living room in that shitty apartment as a soft waltz plays from the speaker. You’ll never get the chance to have a nice wedding or that baby girl, he would treat so well-

“Um, Y/n? You’ve been cleared to enter.”

Shooting your head up at the mention of your name you take notice of the guard holding the door to the visitation rooms open. You could feel his eyes on you as you placed the fashion magazine back into its place, before grabbing your small purse and walking over to the man.

He led you down a monotonous hallway bringing you to a stop before door number 12.

As he went to open the door he asked once more if you had anything in your purse that could aid in an escape of a high-class prisoner, you're sure the reminder of just who your boyfriend is was a dig at you. But you couldn't even care about that.

He warned you one last time before opening the door and stepping in, taking a second to stand there when a deep familiar voice rang out from the depth of the room,

“Dude, no offense but I was getting in the mood to see my girl, and seeing you really turned me off, where is she anyway?” you rushed to step in immediately noticing the taunting smirk on his scarred face, “ah! There she is! How are ya Doll?”

Unable to hide your overwhelming rush of emotions, you almost ran towards the man, who promptly stood, letting you wrap your arms firmly around his waist. He maneuvered his still cuffed wrists over your head, pressing you into his body.

Slightly swaying your bodies, he lifted his head towards the guard, who was stationed in the corner by the door ( observation, a skill you picked up from one of Dabi’s impromptu survival lessons) raising his hands, “Man couldn't you undo these one time? They're ruining our reunion.”

You let out a soft, wet laugh at the humor that you missed so much, letting a sniffle out as he stuffed his cheek into your hair, eyes still burning into the guard.

“You know we can’t Mr. Todoroki, it’s against policy for high-class profiles” You could tell this guy did not like you or your boyfriend and wanted to make sure you knew it.

At the excuse, Dabi let out a loud groan and spun you to sit on the couch adjacent to the chair he plopped himself onto. Settling from across from him you finally got to take a look at him, the look was reciprocated as he stared back at you.

He wasn't as skinny as you expected, that meant he was eating well, or as well as he could in this situation. His skin looked less blistered, definitely from the lack of quirk use. The staples on his hands were replaced with actual stitches and seemed to be healing.

But most notably was the white roots poking out of his dyed locks, something you would never see. He would dye his roots the second his natural color peaked through. It was almost like looking at a different person.

But his eyes, the slight upturn of his lips as he smirked back at you, and the deep chuckle when he noticed your stare. All telltale signs he was the same man you knew, and loved, for the last six years of your life.

“Whatcha lookin’ at doll?”

You couldn't help but let out a smile at the nickname, “Your hair, and your eyes, and your arms, and your, your everything. I can't believe it’s really you” Yu tried to laugh the last phrase out but your soft sobs got in the way.

He gave you a smile and held his arms out, making small ‘grabby hands’ at you, motioning you to come back into his arms.

“Well you didn't come all this way to just look at me, and, dude can’t you just take ‘em off for a minute. These things are totally ruining our moment”

Before the man could answer an intercom blared into the room a fight had broken out in the main corridor and they needed all guards in the area. Meaning he had to leave, at least for a few minutes.

He shot the both of you a look, reaching to grab his keys from his belt, opening the door, “I will be right back, I’m locking the door, the cuffs are staying on. The door will be locked until I come back, no funny business. Am I understood?”

You gave the man a curt nod as he shut the dock, as the lock clicked in place you were thrown onto the couch, your coat and purse threw to the floor. Dabi was looming over you in seconds, pulling his arms apart snapping the chain of his handcuffs.

“H-hey! What-”

“Doll, I haven't gotten off in a year and all of a sudden you show up and we were handed a golden opportunity I will not waste” he growled as he slipped your top off.

Reaching behind you he unhooked your bra, throwing it into some corner of the room, something he’ll probably manage to sneak back into his cell with. He kneeled in between your legs leaning to take a nipple into his mouth, rolling the other, maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck I missed these, my head doesn’t give you credit, mouse” you missed this, you missed his voice, you missed the way he bit your neck as a hand reached down to maneuver your shorts down your legs.

He lifted his head, admiring the marks he left on your neck, pushing you to sit against the armrest. Then pulling your thighs to his shoulders pressing his face into your dripping core. Giving it a small lick and a guttural rumble from his throat. “Oh, baby you shaved just for me? Now I've got to give you a taste. And you’re just as wet as I remember”

Attaching his lips to your clit, giving it a suck, you followed his command of playing with your hard nipples aiding in the build of your orgasm. Reaching a hand to hand onto his colored locks, pulling him closer to you while tightening your thighs around his head. His chuckle sent shivers to your core, adding to the wetness.

His tongue was shoved deeper into your cunt as you clench around him, riding through your orgasm. Letting you fall onto the couch, painting as he released his cock from his boxers

“You know what to do Doll, get in position.”

You couldn't forget how he wanted you if you tried. It's been buried, fucked really, into you. You're sure you would have pulled your knees to your chest, opening yourself completely, presenting yourself to him, as he fucked you.

He laughed at your submissiveness, “I’ve trained you that well? All this time and you're still my cockwhore! Say it, tell me I was a bitch in heat you are for me.”

Instead of letting you answer he fully sheathed himself in your heat, his hips flushing against yours.

“I’m not hearing you talk Doll! ‘Cmon you’ve said it before, tell me how much you love my dick in your pussy.” he accompanied each word with a roll of his hips, brushing into your clit. Bringing a hand up to roll your nipple.

“I-i’m a whore for you cock, I’m a-a well-trained bitch in heat”

“Hah! Yes, you are, my bitch in heat!”

He was pounding you into the couch, thrusting with his entire body weight straight into your cervix. Your mind was a mess of his soft growls and the finger rubbing circles around your throbbing clit. Only knowing the feeling of his cock re-carving his way into your cunt.

Mid-thrust the door swung open and you could make out the face of the shocked guard frozen in the doorway. Dabi shot a glare over his shoulder at the intruder before letting out a mocking laugh as he slowed his hip, eliciting a whine from you.

In a second, Dabi fell back, dropping you onto his cock, facing the shocked guard, who was opening his mouth attempting to speak.

“Dude, don't just stand there,” Dabi mocked snapping the guard out of whatever trance he was in, he opted to step in and shut the door going back into his former stance, “ha! Give him a show doll!”

He helped you start off by picking up your hips and dropping you back onto his cock, settling you into a steady rhythm. When you try to hang your head and look into Dabi’s burning eyes, he seems to have other ideas.

He placed his hand under your chin and pushed your face to meet the eyes of your observer, “Not at me baby, give ‘em a show, it's what he stayed for afterall” keeping with your rhythm his other hand flew down to your clit, fondling with it, laughing when you let out a gasp of his name.

You felt eyes fall onto your bouncing breasts, taking Dabi’s words too great you reached a hand to play with your pebbles nipples, letting out a pornstar worth moan, and Dabi let out a fake moan to pair with yours.

As you felt the coil in your core begin to grow, you lost your pace opting to let Dabi bounce you on his cock until he took mercy and flipped you over, throwing a leg over his shoulder.

Sensing you were close Dabi aimed for the spot in your depths, “Please, gonna cum, Please, please!” the coil was getting tighter and your cunt was squeezing him.

“Go, whore” and with that you fell apart around his cock, milking his orgasm from him as he shoved his cum, farther into your cavern.

A minute of breathing passed before he peeled himself off you and glanced towards the guard who choked out a command to clean yourselves up and that you only had five minutes left. Scouring the room for your clothes, Dabi surprised you when he handed your bra back until you noticed him pocketing your panties.

After staying in his arms for whatever remaining time you had left, the same guard came back and yanked the man off you and replaced the broken handcuff, locking them on his wrists.

As he was escorted out he glanced back, winked, announcing, “Bye-bye Doll, wait for next time, I’ll stuff your throat full, ok? Just wait.”

Two weeks and he’ll have to make do on that promise.

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