#I had to search up how to cradle a baby just to draw this

[toji-girl]

Lmaoo

Yeah I'm still okay with whatever you have to write. Nursing sounds good! I'm obsessed with pregnancy and lactation 🥴😵

Nd lol I combined two of my asks in one 💀 I wanted weird sex positions for laughs.

I am so obsessed with pregnancy too and paired with a lactation kink?! *gimme hands* I'm squealing that I have found my people lmaoo

tags: 18+ only content - mdni + pregnant! fem reader + lactation kink + riding + missionary

It felt like no matter what you wore there was no hiding the swell of your cleavage, and it was in the dead of summer so sweatshirts weren't going to happen, and all of your tops were stretched out.

Your breasts ached as they filled with milk and your body shifted your organs out of the way to make room for your growing son who you were sure was going to be born with a head of white hair like his dad.

"I think I might start walking around naked, everything I try to put on just doesn't fit right." You whined Friday evening as you and Satoru lounged in bed after having date night you wanted to melt into him.

He hummed and stroked his long slender fingers over your belly bump with a smirk. "I wouldn't mind, let's start that now." Satoru teased hearing you huff playfully before letting him undress you.

When he unclasped your bra you sighed in contentment that was followed by a groan feeling all the milk rush beading atop your nipple, the white essence leaked down the front of you which was lapped up by your husband who followed the trail of milk to your nipple.

It was something he'd done before to help you out when you couldn't get a chance to pump he had you folded in the backseat of his car while his mouth attached itself to your breast as he fucked with you with slow strokes that had you creaming around his cock.

Satoru scooted over to cup your left breast squeezing it and watching as more milk dripped from your pert bud, he was quick to clean up the mess kissing his way to your other breast and draining it as he massaged the milk ducts coaxing more out of you and into his greedy mouth.

Your fingers threaded through his hair as you guided his free hand between your legs. "Ah! Sensitive!" You hissed through gritted teeth as your pussy gushed more slick as he swirled his thumb over your clit while your back arched offering more of your breast to him.

His longe laved over each inch of exposed flesh until his lips were wrapped around your nipple again, the sweet essence of your milk coated his throat the more he drank until he had two fingers inside your pussy while drawing echoes of pleasure through your body.

"'Toru!" You squealed when he pulled off with a wet pop, his lips shiny and sticky with spit and milk as licked at your nipple unable to help himself as he rutted his hips against your thigh, each time he rubbed against you, you could feel how hard he was with a flushed face.

It wasn't long before you ended up straddling him even though you complained about being too big and swollen to ride him like this, Satoru would shush you with kisses and quiet praises as he relished in the weight on top of him while you slid him inside slowly.

You both let out collective groans when you sat down fully he sat up to wrap his arms around your waist, his mouth searching for your breasts again eagerly wanting to nurse from you again as he helped you ride him, up and down before back and forth.

Each time he stroked that sensitive spot he could feel you flutter around him and tighten your grip on his snow-white hair until you were out of breath. "Baby." You mewled softly looking down at him.

He pulled away knowing what you needed and with him, on top, he could still have access to your tits this way. Quickly he helped you on your back making sure you were comfortable, his cock throbbing and leaking until he was sliding back inside you with a soft groan.

Satoru cradled your head kissing you sweetly as he made love to you while his mouth descended down to your breasts unable to help himself, your nipple drew back into his mouth as he suckled on it thrusting his hips slowly listening to you cry out his name feeling so close.

The bed creaked adding to the soundtrack of moans and airy grunts feeling your climax wash over you, your cunt sucking Satoru in milking him for everything he has that was emptied into you.

It was a wet sticky mess when he pulled out to clean it up with his mouth, his tongue skating along your slicked pussylips before he pulled away to shower you with soft praises while helping you into the shower feeling sticky and tired he washed and dried you up gently.

#💌incoming #tw: lactation kink #Satoru smut #Satoru Gojo smut #jjk smut #satoru smut #satoru x you smut #satoru x reader smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk gojo smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo x you #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader

[green-typewriterz]

Lip Balm on Papercuts - Sam Winchester

sam winchester x fem!reader

Summary: you and Sam are researching for a hunt with particularly old books Warnings: fluff, cute yet awkward Sam, season two Word count: 1k words

Dean had left you and Sam alone in the motel room roughly five minutes ago, claiming that he had to ‘pick up some items for the journey’. You assumed he just wanted to get out of research. The two of you sat at the small round table flipping through pages in hopes of finding answers about this ghost. It was meant to just be a simple salt and burn, but of course, it was never that easy. You looked over at Sam every now and then, smiling at how his hair gently fell over his eyes when he looked down at the book in his lap or how the screen gently lit up his pointed features. 

He could tell you were staring but he’d never quite catch your eye, You were too quick for him but he swore that in the gentle light coming from the lamp in the corner, he could see a faint blush on your cheeks. You flipped a page of the old book you had brought back from the local library and hissed when it sliced your finger, giving you a rather harsh paper cut. Sam looked up at you worriedly, laughing to himself when he saw you gently cradling your pointer finger with your other hand as if it were a hurt baby. 

He leaned over. “Another paper cut?” He asked, sighing when you nodded. Sam looked over to the open draw and saw that they didn’t have a single plaster left in sight - they had been used up by the amount of research the two had done. 

“I just don’t understand how, after all of the hunting we’ve done, a papercut is still the most painful thing in the world.” You complained and Sam smiled, the dimples in his cheeks making you look away from him. You looked out the window to distract yourself from him, gently blowing on your finger to attempt to stop the pain - you never really knew why you did this with small superficial cuts but it always seemed to help.

“I’ve heard lip balm can help soothe it,” Sam spoke and you looked back over to see him smiling gently before sticking his hands into his coat pockets. He frowned when he came out empty-handed. 

You watched him as he searched around for the lip balm, not really focusing on the injury anymore but rather on how sweet it was that he was doing this for you. Sam turned to face you again looking defeated. “It’s fine Sam, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore.” He shook his head, determined. 

Sam took your hand and inspected the tiny cut and you laughed at how he was making a mountain out of a molehill. Then, rather unexpectedly, he softly brought his lips to your finger and kissed the papercut. Your brows raised as heat turned your ears red. He pulled back and you noticed that he too was blushing. He scratched the back of his neck and laughed awkwardly as sank in what he had done. “I had some lip balm on…so.” He almost immediately got back to work, typing on his laptop as you stared at him, noticing the small awkward smile that played on his lips. He stood up after a minute or so and went to grab another book from his bag. When he leant over, a few things fell out of his jacket pockets and you immediately bent down to help him. Sam’s eyes widened in embarrassment as you picked up a strawberry lip balm and realised he was lying. “Uh,” He began awkwardly, “Maybe I did have some.” He attempted, but the blush on his cheeks gave him away. 

You smiled and walked over, handing it back to him, “If you wanted to kiss me you could’ve just said so, Sam.” You spoke and he blushed even harder, quickly putting everything back into his pockets. You stepped closer, suddenly feeling a wave of confidence as you realised he felt the same for you. 

You both stood in silence for a moment, both trying to think of what to say until you got an idea. “Sam, I’ve got another papercut,” you began and he looked into your eyes with confusion, “it’s in an odd place though. I fell asleep on my book so I’ve got a small cut on my lip, do you think you could use the lip balm to soothe it?” 

Eventually, he put two and two together, smiling at your request before replying, “I would, but I can’t seem to find it.” He inched closer, “But… I am wearing some if you wouldn’t mind?”

You grinned and closed the gap, pressing your lips to his with a gentle smile. His lips were soft and tasted very softly of the strawberry chapstick that he had ‘lost’. He placed his hand on the back of your neck and deepened the kiss, his other hand sliding over your waist. You doubted that either of you would’ve pulled away anytime soon had Dean not walked in singing some Guns N’ Roses song.

He stopped in his tracks, nearly dropping his groceries as a smile spread over his features. “Nice lipstick, Sammy.” He mocked and Sam looked into the window of the motel to see your shimmery lipgloss smudged onto his face. He looked at you and smiled awkwardly before looking back at Dean. Neither of you really knew what to say and the older hunter's almost giddy grin became increasingly annoying. Eventually, you decided to call it a night and headed to your room, feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket as you sat down on your bed.

Sam: If you ever get a papercut on your lip again, I’m always here :]

You grinned at his response but didn’t reply, feeling too giddy to type. So instead you fell back onto your bed, smiling to yourself at how the evening had gone. Dean would most definitely lecture the both of you individually in the morning (well less of a lecture and more of a congratulations) but you brushed that off, falling asleep in the hope that you would dream about kissing Sam again.

#sam winchester x reader #one shot #fic #sam winchester is awkward #season two spn #supernatural #sam winchester #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x fem!reader #fem!reader

[delirious-donna]

Safe Word [Tokyo Revengers]

an: thank you to the anon that suggested this to me, the ask is here. It felt more than a mere quick thought so it gets a proper post!

prompt: you safe word with your man, how do they react?

feat: Draken, Hanma, Mitsuya & Kazutora (separately x female reader)

warnings: use of a safe word, cervix fucking, mating press, dacryphilia, overstimulation, implied multiple orgasms, pussy eating, no prep, pussy fingering, degradation, fear, manhandling

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Draken

The pleasant tingles that had coursed your form had given way to discomfort, the moans you had offered so openly as Draken drilled you into the mattress turned to grunts of distress.

His cock was hitting against your cervix, not a new experience but this time it was far too consistent to be ignored. That sharp sting of pain made you recoil and try to run from him.

Fingernails biting into his biceps and he hissed through his teeth at the sensation but he didn’t realise your state. Too lost in the fog of lust, a fog you had been equally lost in but the mist blew away each time his fat mushroom tip pressed right against the neck of your womb.

You tried to wriggle, to shift the angle or even escape his hold but it was impossible. One thigh pinned to your chest, a thick palm braced at the bend of your knee and the other anchored by your head. Draken growled at your attempts to run from him, still not aware of your pain.

“K-Kenny… s’too much. Stop,” you wailed, tears glossing your eyes and pushing futilely at his toned arms.

He grinned, wolfish and sexy as fuck but it was so hard to appreciate it when you felt like your insides were on fire. He thought you were playing, you knew it when he flashed that grin and rasped, “you can take it, baby. Always take me so well.”

The tears flowed freely now, sobbing at the stinging burn, at how pathetic you felt and how useful you felt at not being able to take him as you usually did.

“Red!”

Draken’s head snapped up, the fan of his loose hair tickling at your cheeks as he stopped moving immediately. His dark eyes searched your face and you looked away, your gaze sinking to the side as you cried harder.

His palm cradled your face, his hand so big that he could touch the entirety of your cheek and sweep away your fast-falling tears with his thumb. Draken looked fearful, his hips drawing back as he pulled his thick length from your drooling pussy.

Sweet relief bloomed in your chest and it only intensified as you were lifted into his arms. Your man was so very gentle with you like he thought you’d break apart in his hold if he squeezed too tight.

He shushed you quietly, cooing like a dove in your ear until your breathing settled and the tears slowed.

“What happened? Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, baby. Talk to me.”

You shook your head, clearing your throat and tucking yourself deeper into the crook of his neck. “Just the angle, you were pressing on my cervix and it hurt. Usually, it’s once or twice and I can handle it but this was every time and I - I couldn’t keep going.”

“I’m so sorry baby. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Can you forgive me?” he pleaded, looking crestfallen and so very guilty.

It clenched your heart. You knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose yet he apologised so profusely that it made you giggle. How silly you were both being. It was simply a bedroom mishap, and that was what your safe word was for.

“Kenny, was an accident. I’m fine. I’ll be fine,” you corrected.

Draken stood from the bed, making you squeak as he carried you like you were nothing more than a feather. Striding with purpose he toed open the door and headed for the bathroom.

“Let’s have a bath and then I’ll rub your shoulders and back. It might have been an accident but I wanna make you feel good in a different way, ‘kay?”

How could you argue with that?

Hanma

Broken and sobbing, it was nothing new to you. How many times Shuji had bent you to his strong will with the practised precision of his wrist? Too many to count.

This was different. This was so fast approaching pain that panic-filled your chest and you hiccuped. Those golden-flecked irises studied your face from between your thighs, they didn’t take your expression at face value. Thinking you to be playing along when in actual fact you were on fire and not in a good way.

The lazy roll of his tongue over your clit sent spears of agony deep into your body, making you tense and of course, he took that for you clenching. Mistaken for want when it was far from it.

You weren't sure what made this time different, you knew well how Shuji got off on overstimulating you. Wringing you for orgasm after orgasm like a wet rag. Only satisfied when he finally let himself see completion within your cunt.

Maybe it was simply too much on this night, your little pussy just exhausted from everything he had given, nerves raw and you wanted to breathe instead of pant.

“Shu - stop, please. Need to breathe…”

He chuckled, spreading you open on his thick fingers and lapping at the remnants of your slick. What you normally enjoyed, his warm wet tongue flicking over your skin was more akin to the rough licks from a cat and you squirmed away.

Your feet digging into his back and using him as leverage to try and free yourself from the grip on your thigh.

“Where you running to, little one, ain’t done yet.” Came the amused reply, and that rough, deep tone ripped through you in the worst possible way.

“Pink!”

The amusement alight in his eyes went dull, face rising from the bed and grip moving away from your limbs enough that you could roll to your side and curl up. Tucking your chin to your chest and wailing like a damn baby.

The bed dipped, Shuji’s warm body settled against your back, curling around you like a protective dragon and his touch on your arm was more gentle than you could ever remember him being in the past.

“Too much?” he asked quietly, and you nodded. Blindly feeling for his arm behind you and winding it over your side and between your breasts.

You clung to his wrist, his palm grazing along your jaw and cheek. He was quiet for a long time, simply allowing you time to let it out and come back to yourself.

There was no judgement, no disappointment that he hadn’t found his own end, only quiet acceptance.

“C’mon babe, let’s get some water and we’ll make something to eat. It’ll help you feel better and you know you can’t trust me in the kitchen alone. I’ll burn the place down.”

Hanma Shuji, a scary badass on the streets, but the sweetest and most patient partner with the one he loved most in the world - you.

Mitsuya

He’d been desperate, so eager and impatient. Shoving you up against the door as soon as he reached you, no hello or welcome home.

Takashi had been away for days, finally arriving home and finding you still at work. He’d had nothing to do but think, to plan exactly how he was going to ravish you.

It hadn’t gone according to plan, too little prep before his thick fingers were attempting to bully past your folds and into your cunt. His lips felt so good on your neck, the heated words whispered did make you melt and my god, you really had missed him, but you needed a bit more attention to warm up.

“Takashi - baby. Please, gotta slow it down.” You whimpered into his shoulder, knees trembling from the swell of desire but it wasn’t building as fast as it could have.

The sting of taking digits into your pussy without adequate prep made you hiss, but he didn’t notice, too focused on feeling you and loving you wholly that he didn’t sense that he was doing the opposite.

It was a rare misstep from Mitsuya, and you knew it wasn’t anything personal. He was consumed by longing, of happiness at being reunited and of total desire for your body.

“Need you sweetheart, wanna feel you around me,” he rasped, sounding very unlike himself. His tone was thick, as if intoxicated and you squirmed in his hold. Stuck fast against the door, wrists held above your head in one tight palm.

You tried again to breach the fog of his lust. “Taka - stop.”

He only grunted, the intrusion of his fingers now biting into you with each short sharp thrust.

“Purple!”

Mitsuya halted, intense lavender eyes looked at you, really looked at you and he didn’t like what he saw. “Shit!” He pulled from your cunt, hand trembling as it extracted from your underwear and quickly let you go.

Takashi stumbled back with wide fearful eyes, such burning guilt seeped out and he was on his knees.

“Sorry. Sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. Missed you, I was too eager…”

With his face pressed to your stomach, you breathed a little easier now that he wasn’t pinning you to the door. Your fingers swept into his hair and cupped his jaw.

“You stopped, it’s okay. I just needed more warming up. I’ve missed you so much.”

Takashi swallowed his shame, standing again and searing you with a kiss that really did steal your breath. Your eyes fluttered and you melted into his chest.

“Let me show you how much I love you - properly,” he added, tugging you gently towards the bedroom. This was the man you were used to and you were glad he was home.

Kazutora

A bad day. A shit show of a day. The motherfucking worst of all days.

His rage burned him raw, crackled along his veins and he was taking it out on you. The very girl that loved him above all others, accepted him despite his dark past and his mistakes.

Degradation wasn’t new to you, in fact, you liked it but this was too much. Every word he hissed whilst he folded you in half was laced with such potent nastiness that your very soul felt lashed.

“Look at this pussy, slurping around me like a damn slut. Only good for getting pounded, yeah?”

You whimpered, face flying to the side so you didn’t have to watch the way his golden irises flashed so dark and menacing whilst he verbally whipped you.

“Nuh-uh, eyes here.”

His hand curled around your throat, holding you but not squeezing. Waiting for your head to swing back and do as he asked. You did it but were reluctant.

Harsh hips slammed with such force that you rocked, torso drifting further up the bed and it was like you were trying to flee him.

Your pussy was drooling around him, his cock pressing and massaging your sweet spot but you couldn’t enjoy it like you usually did. The harshness of his features, the especially mean words that he hurled at you, held your pleasure at bay.

Attempting to drown out his taunts, to let the physical enjoyment override everything else, you recoiled as he clicked his teeth and slammed his free hand against the headboard hard enough to hear a faint splinter of the wood.

Fear laced your blood, turning it icy in your veins and your heartbeat was so very loud in your ears. “K-Kazutora… please. You’re scaring me.”

But he wasn’t listening, consumed by his own irritation and the sublime feeling of dominating your smaller body that he missed the true panic and terror in your voice.

“Orange! O-orange!”

You were yelling so loud, thrashing so wildly that it took you a moment to realise he had stopped moving. He blinked, the haze of his anger dissipating as he looked down and found you looking back at him with fear. Fingers trembling as they sank into the sheets beneath you.

“Sweetheart - no. Oh god fucking damn - no. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you…” he enthused, pulling from the snug fit of your cunt and hauling you against his chest.

You accepted the affection, happy that your man had returned and no longer feeling any hint of fear. Stroking your back he cooed whilst you let out some held-back tears, the relief was palpable.

“I - I had a bad day. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, you are the best thing in my life. The one that keeps me in the light.”

Kazutora placed you with reverence against the pillows and looked sheepishly at you, fingers twisting until your arms stretched out and he grinned, settling his head on your chest.

“I should be taking care of you, but you’re always taking care of me. Can I - can I talk about it? My day?”

This was the best thing he could offer, an insight into what had unfolded for him and a chance to understand his reactions in tough situations. He stroked lazy patterns on your naked stomach as he spoke and it did wonders to soothe your soul.

“Hey,” you nudged him until he was looking into your face “you know I love you ‘tora?”

“I do and I thank my lucky stars every damn night…”

#delirious writes #draken smut #hanma smut #mitsuya smut #kazutora smut #draken x reader #hanma x reader #mitsuya x reader #kazutora x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader

[siriusleee]

Reincarnation au with Ghost? 👀

send in an au and i'll write the first scene I can think of for it

You let yourself get swept away with the crowd - the commute home each day was killer enough without you attempting to shoulder against the crowd. So instead you let it carry you towards your destination finally coming to a stop when you let yourself get shoved into a seat on the tram, feet aching dully in your heels.

Muscle memory takes over and you dig your sketchbook from your bag, flipping it open in your lap. Staring back at you from the page is the same set of brown eyes you’ve been drawing for years. Each year they evolved with you, the laugh lines deepening with age, cuts appearing and scabbing over, turning into barely there scars.

They’d appeared to you today - different than before. You’d drawn them angry and exhausted and smeared with dirt. But today they just seemed tired in a way that you couldn’t get out of your head.

Charcoal pencil smearing your hands black, you sketch out the eyes that had appeared to you today between a mother cradling her baby and an elderly woman who keeps a polite eye on your page the entire time. The ride is long, longer than most, and by the time the conductor makes an announcement that your stop is nearing you’re almost done, but - but something doesn’t feel right you think looking at the new set of eyes that peer down from the page at you. There is something that scratches at the corner of your mind that you can’t get down on the page, afraid that if you try you’ll ruin the entire thing.

The feeling nags at you as you shove your sketchbook back into your bag and shuffle off the tram, someone’s breath uncomfortably warm on your shoulder. Outside the sun is starting to slip behind buildings, and you search the skyline for some answer to the question being shouted in your head, a question you can’t even understand the words to. The tram speeds off, and the rest of the people shuffle home, but you’re still caught there watching the sunset deepen from pink to purple.

A movement on the opposite platform catches your eye - you realize quite suddenly just how long you’ve been standing there staring at the sky. In the near darkness, you can just make out the shape of him, dark hood pulled up, black medical mask obscuring the bottom of his face. 

But his eyes are so familiar to you; your sketchbook suddenly feels a thousand pounds as you’re rooted to the spot, unable to move from where you’re standing. You know that he notices you too - you can tell by the way he stands so rigid there, hands tucked deep into his pockets, hands you can tell are fisted.  You open your mouth to say something to him, but the last tram of the evening pulls in before you can, people rushing out and breaking the crystalline moment.

You fight across the tram, pushing roughly past each person until you emerge on the other side, alone.

#now this one...i could write some lore for this one #my fics #ask #anon #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost mw2 #cod imagine #simon ghost x reader #cod ghost x reader

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Not dark anymore

Content - little!reader, female!reader, upside down, angst, fluff, bottles, dummy use, bigspace but only for a little while, cuddles.

Summary - After being in the upside down you were due for a good slip into little space. Your daddy is there to help you in any way he can.

Authors note - I finished stranger things, ohmygod I love eddie. I just made up the scenario about what happens after nancy goes into vecnas trance, in what I'm making up shes still in it but she hasn't done all the floating stuff yet lmao, Hope you enjoy.♡

Hours had passed since you had found that light tunnel leading into eddies trailer, the second you hit that mattress you felt a sigh of relief. That was until nancy went into vecnas trance. And now you kept pacing everywhere and drinking needless amounts of coffee to keep you awake. You had suggested anything you could have possibly come up with until you felt yourself getting hazy.

Oh god, not now.

Sitting up straighter you tried to make yourself as big as you could possibly be, noticing your discomfort eddie nudged you gently "are you ok sweetheart?" he whispered gently into your ear "y-yeah I'm fine bub" you dismissed him slowly making your way to his bedroom.

After closing the door you made your way over to the bare bed frame. Now remembering the mattress wasn't there anymore. Sitting down and gently placing your head in your hands you tried the breathing techniques the school counsellor had taught you.

In for 5, hold for 3, out for 4.

In for 5, hold for 3, out for 4.

The mantra repeated in your head for a good 5 minutes before you heard a knock on the door. Getting up to open it you were met with the long curly haired boy you loved.

"Hey are you sure your ok" he said softly not wanting to alert the others "Yes eddie I told you I'm fine" you whined as you walked across the room. You couldn't fool him, he knew what was happening.

The sound of the door closing and footsteps alerted you that he was still there, he gently turned you around to face him and he could see the clouded look in your eyes. "Hey little one, it's ok you can relax" he said holding your face in his hands.

No you couldn't! What was his problem?, he wanted you to regress with all that's going on?, with all those people in the next room?, when anyone could easily walk in and - "ok I can literally hear you stressing." He said half smirking as he walked around the room collecting anything soft he could find around the room laying it on the carpet. Holding out his hand he brought you down to sit on a pile of cushions and he drapped a blanked around your shoulders.

You brought yourself to except the slip when he handed you your stuffed black rabbit and eased a dummy into your mouth. "how's my little love feeling now?" He asked as he cuddled into you "Daddy?" you questioned him making him smile "Yeah baby, it's daddy your safe" he rubbed your arms lightly as you babbled nonsense against the dummy in your mouth.

After sitting there for a while you started to have flashbacks of the upside down bringing tears into your eyes "shhhh your ok now princess" eddie gently wiped your tears away from your skin "don't wanna go back there again d-daddy it was so dark I didn't like it" you sobbed clutching his shirt " Hey sweetheart it's ok we're safe now. We never have to go back there again, your ok it's not dark anymore" he said cradling your head "no m-more?" "No more" he said kissing your hair.

Once you were a bit more settled he got up in search for your bottle and went to warm it for you "I'll be right back sweetheart" he said gently shutting the door so you wouldn't be disturbed. Walking quietly as to not draw more attention to himself he opened the fridge and filled the bottle with milk. Heading over to the microwave placed the bottle in and closed the door hitting the 30 second button and waited.

"What are you doing?" Dustin asked sounding exasperated God that kids tone. " none of your business Henderson" he said still staring at the microwave. He had a job to do.

Minutes later you were back in his arms gently closing your eyes the bottle doing its trick in sending you to sleep, "Goodnight little princess" he murmured into your ear as you closed your eyes.

#daddy!eddie #little!reader #age regression reader #caregiver #eddie munson #sfw age regression #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader

[misguidedasgardian]

My love, his duty // Chapter 12

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Chapter summary: It was all too good to be true and while you hold your newborn baby in your arms, your enemies are gathering against you. 

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader (very ambiguously described)

Chapter Warnings: cursing, mediaeval customs, Religious persons mentioned, a baptism, a cute little baby, use of opioids for medical purposes, 

There is many time lapses in this chapter, it´s like a collection of small one shots 

(I should say there is always a cardenal, bishop or other religious person running around, it's just how it works in this times I guess)

+18 please. Minors be warned 

Word Count (Chapter): 4k

Time seemed to stop, everything around him lost all of its importance, the worlds could burn around him, and he couldn’t care less. Bucky held his son in his arms for the very first time. The baby is trying to focus his new eyes on his. Bucky leaned in until he pressed his lips against his forehead. And chuckling when Henry sneezed and frowned his little face, clearly tickled by his father’s beard

“My son,” he whispered, cradling him in his arms. He looked in your direction and he found you sleeping, poor thing, you were so tired, even though it had been an uneventful birth, and Bruce explained you didn’t rip, whatever that meant, that you were not injured, and the Prince was delivered into this world without a hitch

His attention went back to his small little face. He was so small, so innocent. And what amazed him the most was that it was all you. You made him, he could hand to you the throne right now. 

He walked with his son in his arms out of the room and into his privy council’s meeting, where he found Steve, waiting for him, he impatiently walked towards his friend

“Look at him” he demanded, without stop smiling, “Look at your Prince” he was so excited he couldn't hide it any longer

“He is perfect, your Majesty” admired Steve, looking at the baby, who was sleeping soundly, “Is the Queen well?” 

“Yes, she is sleeping, otherwise she wouldn’t have let me take the Prince out of her sight”

“Her mother instincts are kicking in” he said with a shy smile

“They indeed are” admired Bucky

“The court is dying to meet the Prince” Steve said gently, looking at the reactions from the King, and James smiled widely

“I want all of them to see him,” he said, as if he were a kid after Christmas morning, not being able to wait to show all of his toys. “Gather them, I must show them his Prince” Steve smiled widely and ran off the office

Bucky walked towards the throne room where he knew his court was waiting, his eyes never left his son, who had his eyes open lazyly. He knew newborns usually slept for most of the day, but he seemed to recognize he was in an unknown environment and on the move, even though he was in his father’s embrace. He draw soft noises his little mouth moved like searching for something, he guessed he was in need of his mother’s breast.But introducing him to the court was more important, but he needed to do it quickly before his son started crying

He watched at his guards looking at him, and even though it was their job to introduce his arrival, they both looked at him wide eyed when they noticed he was carrying the Prince

They both bowed to him 

“With all the respect Your Majesty, congratulations” said the first, trying to take a peek at the baby. He only smiled proudly. 

“Thank you” he said, leaning in so they could see him, and once they did and drew smiles. They bowed again and announced to the court the entrance

“His majesty the King, and His royal highness, Prince Henry” they said vigorously. And opened wide both doors

He saw the faces of his friends first, Anthony, Sam, and Steve, and they all bowed to him and to his son

“Meet the Prince” he shouted, and he knew all the court who had gathered there wanted to see the newborn 

He never felt so proud, he bever felt so happy. His legacy was secured

After the big introduction, when his son woke up and started to get fuzzy, he returned to her chambers. Bucky entered the room slowly, but he saw you were awake he smiled apologetically at you, holding your son in his arms

“Where were you?” you asked, not being able to hide your indignity. He walked towards you until he reached the bed, gesturing to give your son back

“I’m sorry love” you eagerly took your son in your arms again, cuddling him against your chest, “I wanted to show the court their new Prince” you looked at him angrily

“I was scared, you took him without asking me” you pointed out, “I woke up and he…”

“Honey, remember that he is a Prince” he said carefully, but strongly, “He belongs to the crown”

“I know” you grunted, “I just got scared” you whispered, watching him close his big eyes with a yawn, and in a second he was sleeping cuddling against your breast 

“They all loved him” he said gently, sitting by your side, looking at his son, “he is indeed, perfect”

“He is just a baby” you reminded him gently, “I’m really hoping you know he is not perfect, not he is going to be” he looked at you puzzled, “I know he already has a lot on his shoulders for being a Prince, but I really don’t think that kind of pressure is going to be good for him” he then smiled gently

“With you as his mother I have no doubt he will be the best King this kingdom has ever has” he said gently, “I’ll remember your words my sweet Queen, we will raise him good, without the pressure of the crown” you smiled thankfully

“I love you” you whispered

“I love you too” You were interrupted by a woman dressed in a perfect black dress with a white apron. In her head there was a white cloth, fixing her auburn hair in a perfect manner. She was of age, older than you, with a kind smile and dark eyes

“Your majesties” she greeted bowing profoundly. James smiled at her as he knew who she was

“He is the Prince, Henry” he introduced, and you looked at both of them without knowing what to do

“And you are?” you asked

“I’m Lady May, your majesty” she said, again bowing

“She is Henry’s nanny, my love,” he said gently. James took your son from your arms and under your surprised gaze, he handed to her

“But…” you protested, as you watched the wretched woman take your baby from the room, “He is mine James” you protested, rage made your body hot. He only kissed your forehead as a consolation, not caring about your anger towards the royal-stealer woman 

“I know honey, but let them do their work, ok? Their nannies are here to help you and take care of him” you growled, under the surprised watch of your husband, “You need to regain your strength” he reminded you

“I’m fine” you protested, “I want my son with me” you protested

“You just gave birth” he fighted, “You need your rest let the nannies help you”

“I don’t need help, I need my son in my arms” he reached for a cup from your night stand and handed it to you. 

“Milk of the poppy to help you sleep my love”

“But my king” you cried, but when you saw his face, those eyes filled with determination, “When I wake again will they return him to me?” you relented

“Of course my love, as you wish” he whispered, so you took the drink. And the sharp pain in your lower region began to relent, but as your felt better, you also felt more tired

“Goodnight my Queen” Bucky layed on the bed beside you, cradling you against his body and kissing your temple. And you lost consciousness 

As soon as you regained your strength, the pain was no more and you could stand, the King organised a grand christening for his son, his heir and Prince of this Kingdom 

It was hosted in the cathedral, and Steve was appointed as his godfather, and held your naked and squalling child in his arms when the bishop had poured holy water over his dark haired head, as he chanted “I baptise thy, In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti, amen” 

“He already has the strength of a Prince” said your King with proudness filling his voice, as the entire cathedral could hear his screams and cries 

“I'm scared he´ll drop him” you whispered only for his ears, and in the corner of your eye you saw him smiling and containing his laugh

“Nobody is dropping our child, and if he does I´ll have his head” he whispered back. You entangled your arm with his and he drew you near him, “How are you feeling?” 

“Better each day, still hurts a little bit” he kissed your temple without taking his eyes off the ceremony, specially his son

“I’m glad you are recuperating” he said softly, “As soon as this is over you are going back to bed” 

“Yes your majesty” you mumbled with a snarky point to your frase 

“God of infinite goodness, send prosperous life and long to his high and mighty, Prince of Brook, Henry” chanted the bishop. Your son had stopped crying, and he cooed happily as he was being held and cradled by Steve´s strong arms and soft velvet clothing

As they started to walk away from you, into the great hallway, you paced impatiently

“They can't hold him naked like that” you whispered to your husband, “He is going to get sick” James chuckled as he put his lips to your temple to soothe your worries

“Don't worry my love” he muttered against your skin, as Steve was given a white cloth in which he covered the baby, “There you go” 

Steve showed the Prince to everyone in the Cathedral, as Bucky parted from your side leaving you standing in the middle of the altar alone

Steve turned towards you, and he made a great ceremonial gesture, when handed you your baby, you received him carefully, cuddling him to your chest 

When he was placed comfortably in your arms, everyone bowed to you both, as you kissed his little forehead as he cooed happily, undoubtedly recognizing you. He looked so much like his father it made your chest fill with warmth, but he had all your colouring 

“God bless the Pince” the archbishop chanted, and all the cathedral followed

Bucky woke up in the middle of the night and you weren't there beside him. Scared, he took foot and walked towards your chambers, but you weren't there either. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the nursery, and there you were, it shook him to find you nursing your child from your own breast, but also, it made him increase his desires for you

The night nurses of the prince looked at him with apologetic looks, noded and left you both

“Sweetheart” he murmured. You raise your eyes to look at him, and you almost feel embarrassed, “You shouldn't…”

“Why can't I feed my own child from my own breast?” you asked, still holding the baby, his tiny lips suckling into your nipple, Bucky didn't know why, but it made his manhood throb, “I'm his mother”

“Queens don't do that” you look down at your son, suckling, and making those tiny noises that warmed your heart and you loved so, so much

“I'm sorry” you separated him from you softly, he grunted, but fell asleep instantly in your arms. Bucky was there to receive him, to let you arrange your nightgown 

Bucky admired his son, and his milk-drunk little face, remnants of your milk still on his lips, and he purred happily in his father's arms, sleeping profoundly 

“I just love those sounds he makes” you said, reaching on your feet the two loves of your life. Bucky sororounded you with his arm and draw to to him, kissing the top of your head while he cuddled his son with his other arm

“Can we take him with us?” you asked, batting your eyelashes to him, he only smiled

“Only for tonight” you extended your arms to receive your baby, but he shook his head, “Mine” he grunted playfully, you just giggled and let yourself be gently pushed by him to his chambers. 

You cuddled in bed, the prince sleeping in his father’s chest and you cuddled on his side, admiring Bucky and Henry. James had his arms wrapped protectively around you, and the other caressing his son’s back

He, again, never felt so happy

The morning was chaotic when the nurses came for the little guy, and you almost threw punches at them, but you relented when James gave you a warning look. Fearing the war that was brewing between you and his son’s nurses

They might have won the morning battle, but then at noon when he was getting hungry and emerged from his privy council’s chambers. He frowned when he saw the group of nurses and wet nurses walking hastily through the corridors, like looking for something, or someone

“Excuse me!” he called, all the ladies stopped and bowed to him 

“Your majesty” they murmured at the same time

“Where's the prince?” he asked, one of them, the oldest, gave a step forwards him and bowed

“I´m sorry your majesty, but her majesty the Queen took the Prince, and we cannot find her”

“Oh really?” he asked, incredulous. She nodded nervously. “She is not in her chambers, not in the gardens, or your chambers…”

“Ok” he sighed loudly, having a faint idea of where you might be. 

He finds you in the furthest and tallest of the towers of the castle, a single room filled with sunlight, carpets and big pillows layed on the floor for the comfort of those who may use this place to read or to find comfort in peace. He found you there, sitting amongst big cushions, playing with your son, he could almost hear his giggles, although he was too young yet

“(Y/N)” he called, you look at him as like you just have been caught doing something wrong, “Imagine my surprise when I see a flock of nurses and ladies in waiting looking for my missing son, claiming he was taken by his mother” you pouted but then you returned your attention to your son

“They spend too much time with him, they barely let me hold him” you whined, eyes filled with unshed tears of longing, and the constant feeling that you were doing something wrong when it came to your own baby, the one thing in which you couldn't misstep  

“They are here to help you” he seated on the floor right next to you

“But he is mine” you said, “My baby, I barely spend time with him”

“You are a Queen, who is busy with matters of state” he murmured, his face lined up with yours to watch your son, resting in your thighs, at the sight of his father he smiled widely, looking at him with joy in his face 

“I feel like I do everything wrong when it comes to him” you cried, finally shedding some tears, “I want to learn how to take care of him, not let other people do it…”

“I know my love, but the Kingdom needs you”

“My son needs me most” you pouted, he cleaned your tear stained cheeks with his thumbs and kissed you softly. 

“Let the nannies do their job” he whispered against your lips, and his tone did not allowed contradictions

Bucky practised alongside Steve and Sam in the hunting field, bow and arrow in hand, practising their shots as the new hunting season was coming close, and since you were no longer pregnant, your appetite for boar had return stronger than ever

Vision ran towards the trio, heavy breaths and a scare look on his face, so scared that made the three friends stop everything they were doing to look at the Second in command

“Lord Zemo is back” said Vision, right to the point.

“How? Why?” 

“He had gathered an army with his sympathisers, and it’s taking the fields” 

“Shit!” Bucky cursed

“This a clear declaration of war” saif Steve, “we need to gather our banners and take the field as well”

“I agree” sentenced Buky, “Call everyone in, and call Lord Fury” the four of them started walking back towards the palace

“He is the one who received the information”

“Does he know where they are gathering?” he asked Bucky 

“He believed they are gathering in the Baron’s domain, near the border with her majesty's Kingdom”

“Do you think they are in on it?” asked Bucky then, “Do you think her father would support them?”

“Absolutely no” muttered Vision, “They have enough problemas of their own”

“We have to take measures, their intentions are clear and like I said, bring everyone in, call in Tony and tell him he and his Duchess and her new daughter all can come here, I will not have our court out there in the open” he said firmly, he knew of all the Baron’s tactics and their father’s before him, and he knew how close the court where, and right now they were sitting ducks in their castles far from the capital.

“Good, I will bring everyone in” said Vision and changed ways to run towards the aviary, to end the ravens

“So, we are going to war?” asked Steve, a worried look on his face

“I’m afraid so” muttered Bucky, “it’s been long overdue, but I’m afraid of what this would do to the people, Sam” he called and his friend nodded, “I want you to run and go towards all the towns from here to the Baron’s, I want everyone to show surrender, I will not, under any circumstances have any of my people suffer because of this, tell them I will not hold anything against them if they chose to surrender under the Baron, but also gather every fighting men you can”

“Wise choice, I will” he crossed his arm across his chest and nodded strongly, and ran off towards the stables

“And I need you by my side” he said to Steve, “to be the general””

“Great, I will be here” he said firmly, “Are you going to tell her?”

“I can't hide something like this from her” he muttered, both men entered the castle and walked through the large corridors, “But at the same time I want to protect her”

“She can protect herself, I think” muttered Steve

“I know” he said, “But she is so occupied with our son that I don’t want to disturb her” 

“You need to secure your son you know the Baron has friends everywhere, and the entire court is here” 

“What are you saying?”

“You need to send your son south” Steve said with a serious look on is face, “Your father murdered their family, don’t doubt for a second that the birth of the Prince isn’t what triggered the Baron to gather his banners again” Bucky cursed under his breath because Steve was again, correct

“Can you set it up? Nobody can Know where the prince is going except for us” he whispered

“I will send my and your best men on the job, and he will be going to my territories in the South”

“Good, yes” 

You stormed the hallways looking for the King, seeing red so intensely you actually thought of grabbing your sword and threatening him with it, you found him surrounded by his men, on the table a big map of the entire Kingdom but you didn’t care about that, as soon as he saw your face he cleared the room

“Why would you send him away?” you asked, tears threatening to fall from your eyes “You do not love him?”

“Of course I do!” he said, almost offended, “I love him with all my heart!”

“Then why?” he saw the tears in your eyes and he softened his gaze upon you

“My darling, it is costum for the princes and princesses of the throne to have their own houses, and a crew of persons to take care of them” he explained to you but it did not matter, watching your baby part from you had broken your heart. You whined, in pain, feeling actual pain in your chest

“But he is just a baby,” you contradicted “how is it going to be good for him to be apart from me, his mother and you, his father?” He looked at you as if he would look at something cute, and you hated him for it, so you growled and gave your back to him. Only to heard him chuckle

“Are you upset with me, my love?” he asked, amused

“Yes!” you shouted, he placed his hand on your shoulder and made you turn softly, you were pouting and he had a grand smile on his face. He cradled your face with his big hands, and he leaned in to kiss you, “He is mine!” you said, rejecting the kiss and growling, a fierceness growing inside of you, heating every part of your insides

“My Love, I´m afraid to tell you that the prince is property of the state” he said softly, his brow furrowed, his eyes big and worried. And based on the face you were putting up, he feared that you would bite his head off, “But the good news is what we are the state” he continued

“Are you implying that your council had something to do with this?”

“No, my love, I´m just adjusting to the traditions” he said softly

“But if he is to succeed you one day wouldn´t it be good for him to stay by your side?” you asked hopefully. He pouted briefly before he leaned in and kissed your forehead, silently saying he wouldn't back down, “He is going to forget me” you said when he gently parted from you

“He won't, we´ll visit him weekly, he will never forget you” he assured you, “And they can bring him to you whenever you want” 

“Very well” you said, not very much convinced, but you earned another kiss from him

“I like you like this, this lioness defending her cub” he purred, and you couldn't help but smile shyly, “We shall make another one, so you´ll be comforted again”

“Another one?”

“And another one after that” you giggled as he kissed you again, “And I want a little girl, to take her looks after her mother”

“Then you shall have a daughter” you muttered

“Are you ready?” he asked, and you nodded, as you had your monthly bleeding last week, indicating you were ready to bear another child, and you felt as strong as ever, even ready for the battlefield. He smiled widely, “Then I shall visit your chambers tonight” you smiled and nodded again, as he kissed you 

“I thought there as only one chamber now: ours” you muttered, he smiled widely

“I thought It was special to conceive our children in a particular bed”

“The we should go to Madripoor” you said jokingly, “there is probably where we made Henry”

“Even though I’d like to think I got it right the first time I had you…” you both chuckled at the same time, “you are right my sweet queen”  he purred against your lips, “I think is time we go to our special place” when he hugged you, he look over your shoulder at the table, and all the planning he was doing for the upcoming war, and suddenly it hit him, you were not going to be able to go back to Madripoor and he definitely could not get another baby in your belly, at least not right away

He has hid information before and you almost left him because of it, he could not do it again, but how was he going to tell you about the civil war that was looming over your peaceful Kingdom? He needed you right by his side, he needed your help but also he knew that if he told you, there was no way he was going to be able to shake you away

He was going to tell you, but first he needed to make sure you’ll stay here, safe, away from the danger.

But how? 

Notes: Don’t hate Bucky please hahaha, I take inspiration from the series “The Tudors” and after also research, I found out that the prince, and princesses were sent away by their parents to their own houses, and even though is very sad, I did want to make this history-accurate, we will see the Prince shortly! I promise. AND DO NOT GIVE OPIOIDS TO WOMEN WHO JUST HAD GIVEN BIRTH! Ajjajajaja 

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Two Weeks Old

From the request thread, today we have a piece inspired by @arianascott24 ! It's a cute little piece, and I hope you all enjoy it.

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If the girl thought she didn’t get enough sleep as a film producer, nothing had prepared her for being a mother. Little Vic’s wail screeched through the baby monitor for the fifth time that night, dragging her out of the shallow waves of sleep that had barely begun to wash over her. She barely realized that she was hauling herself out of bed until the cold tile bit her feet on the way to the nursery. “It’s a good thing you’re as cute as your father,” she muttered and stumbled into the kitchen to prepare a bottle.

With practiced ease, the ninety-percent asleep mother poured the powder into the bottle with warm water from the heater on the counter and shook it gently. Little Vic’s cries intensified and the girl sighed. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” She made her way to the nursery and scooped up the infant, cradling him in her arm as she gently bounced him on the way to the rocking chair. The babe’s wails only intensified, drawing the girl’s tired face into a deeper frown. 

“Come on, little munchkin. Mama’s here. That’s enough of that noise.” Her voice was soft and tender as she pressed the nipple of the bottle to her son’s lips. Though it took him a few moments to recognize it through his crying, soon the little boy sucked contentedly while his mother closed her eyes. “I swear you’re going to be even more the death of me than your father, and it has only been two weeks…please, please don’t be as bad at sleeping as he is…” 

As if in response, the tiny being cuddled in closer to the girl’s side and grabbed her finger with his tiny hand. Any annoyance she held at being woken yet again melted away and an overwhelming warmth filled her chest to bursting. She began to hum a soft lullaby as she rocked gently and held her firstborn to her chest. As his stomach filled his little eyes closed until the bottle fell from his lips and the tiniest of squeaky snores reached the girl’s ears. 

“There we go, little boy. Now back to bed with you.” Her lips curled up into a smile as she tenderly laid the little bundle back in his crib and stretched to straighten her spine. A series of crackles accompanied the realignment of her vertebra, followed by a yawn. Back to bed…

Meanwhile, Victor paced his hotel room. This being the first business trip since Little Vic was born, he couldn’t help but wonder how his wife was doing. Was she getting enough sleep? Had he purchased enough formula before he left? He shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Knowing that everything would most likely be fine didn’t make him any happier about being away. 

The return flight was only five hours away. Perhaps he could just go to the airport and ask about an earlier flight? The meetings were over, after all. Nothing was keeping him here except a pre-arranged ticket purchased months ago. Victor glanced at the clock and frowned. There was no way he was going to get any sleep, so these five hours would be a waste. 

He unlocked the screen on his phone and searched for the number for his booking agency. As soon as he found it, Victor pressed “dial” and set the phone on the bed on speaker. The rings filled the otherwise silent room while he gathered his items and packed them into his suitcase. It didn’t take long; in his usual tidy way, very few things were actually scattered around the room. He hadn’t even bothered to pull his clothing from the bag and put it away on such a short trip. 

“Hello, Loveland Airlines. How may I help you?”

Victor paused his packing and turned toward the phone, speaking in a firm voice. “I need to transfer my ticket for 9AM for the earliest flight from Beijing to Loveland City. It is under Victor Li.” The woman on the phone affirmed his information and went silent for a few moments as she searched her computer. In the meantime, Victor placed the last couple of items in his bag and zipped it up before slipping his feet into his shoes. 

“The earliest flight I have departs at 6AM, with only one seat left in first class. Would that be alright?” 

“Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you.” Victor picked up the bag, his phone, and headed out the door while the agent instructed him on picking up his ticket at the desk. The moment she hung up, he called for a cab and waited at the door of the hotel. “Don’t worry, my little dummy,” he muttered to himself. “I’ll be there soon.” 

The airport was surprisingly busy for it being 4:30 in the morning. Victor grumbled as he hauled his bag through the crowd on his way to the service desk. He had almost forgotten what it was like to stand in line to get a ticket printed; Goldman had always been so good to have things printed and ready to go. Everyone seemed to move painfully slowly, though that could have simply been Victor’s eagerness to get home taking over. 

He finally reached the counter, received his boarding pass, checked his bag, and was on the way to the terminal. Truth be told only twenty minutes had passed, but they felt like an eternity. Victor stalked through the airport corridors with a look on his face that caused everyone who looked at him to back away slowly and allow him plenty of room to pass. This made his passage quite easy, and he arrived at the gate with plenty of time to spare. 

Exhaustion hit Victor like a truck to the face the moment he sunk into a chair in the waiting area. As tired as he was, Victor sighed to himself and pulled up a picture of his wife and son on his phone. “I’m sure you’re even more tired than me,” he whispered, a half smile crossing his cheeks before he put the phone away and closed his eyes. 

He must have fallen asleep, because what felt like moments later he was woken by the announcement over the PA. “First class now boarding on flight N38 to Loveland City. First class passengers, please make your way to the gate and have your boarding passes ready for scanning.” Victor rose from his seat and crossed the five feet to the desk where the other first class passengers were waiting. As soon as he reached his seat and buckled the belt, he was out again. 

It was a smooth flight in all definitions of the word. Victor slept through the entire thing, getting more uninterrupted sleep than he’d had since Little Vic was born. By the time they landed on the tarmac of Loveland Regional Airport, the new father was feeling rested and ready to go. His eagerness to have his little family in his arms carried him as he met Goldman at the baggage claim, climbed into his car, and made small talk on the drive home. 

“How much bigger has he gotten? Is his hair still as thick as when he was born? Is he even close to sleeping through the night yet?” Goldman, unsurprisingly, had a million questions about the tiny human that he adored. Victor patiently answered each one, fatherly pride in every word. “I’d ask to see pictures, but I guess I should keep my eyes on the road…” 

“Yes, yes you should. I’ll see how the wife is feeling about things when I get home and perhaps you can come in and see Little Vic for a few minutes. I suspect she will be exhausted, though, so don’t expect her to be too chatty.” 

Goldman nodded emphatically and made no effort to hide the grin on his face. “Of course, boss! I’d be happy to hold my little nephew so his mama can get some sleep!” Victor chuckled and nodded his head, knowing he would be hard-pressed to get the girl to allow anyone that wasn’t himself to hold the baby. First time mom and all…

They pulled up to the house and Victor exited the car, grabbed his bag, and hurried through the door. He half expected to hear the infant wailing and his poor wife attempting to soothe him, but to Victor’s surprise the house was silent. He set down his bag and slipped out of his shoes, put on his slippers, and headed straight for the nursery. 

The inside of the room was almost completely dark; the curtains were drawn and only the string of glittering star lights on the far wall provided any light. Victor’s eyes immediately went to the form in the rocking chair; it was his wife dead asleep with one hand on the crib. He smiled and peeked into the crib where Little Vic was also fast asleep. “Looks like everyone is as tired as I thought,” Victor chuckled softly, turning to leave so as not to interrupt the napping. 

However, the girl seemed to have become incredibly sensitive to sound as she slept because her eyes popped open and she groaned softly. “Victor? Is that you?” She blearily glanced at the clock and frowned. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be home for like three more hours. I’m dreaming, aren’t I…” 

Victor again chuckled and scooped her up from the chair. “No, my dearest. I managed to catch an earlier flight. I thought someone might be a little tired from having to take care of our son by herself for three days.” The girl simply nodded and melted into Victor’s arms, his warmth filling every cell of her body with relief. “Don’t worry. I’m going to put you to bed and take care of Little Vic. You just get some sleep.” 

He carried her to their shared bedroom and put his wife to bed, pulling the covers to her chin and kissing her on the cheek before exiting and closing the door behind him. Victor headed back toward his son’s room but paused when he saw that Goldman was still sitting in the driveway. He shook his head and pulled out his phone to send Goldman a text. “Little Vic is asleep and the wife is as exhausted as I expected. Why don’t you stop by tomorrow afternoon with Vivian and we’ll have a nice lunch?” 

The response came quickly and Victor could picture Goldman’s disappointed face as he read it. “Alright, boss. That sounds good. You get some rest too while you can. See you tomorrow!” Before Victor could reply, the sound of the car engine humming to life drifted in a muffled way through the room before fading into the distance. 

Victor sunk into the rocking chair in his son’s room and just stared at the tiny, perfect form for a long time. Had he really had a hand in creating this little being? He was filled with wonder for the millionth time as he gently ran his finger down Little Vic’s cheek. “Rest easy, son. Your dad is here to take care of you.” Little Vic yawned and clenched his fists for a moment before his face returned to a relaxed slumber. And Victor rocked in the chair, a million thoughts flying through his head around a central theme: Life is good. Life is so, so good.

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Day Four

[This is the fifth part of a collected liveblog/analysis of Nona the Ninth! See here for the other parts.]

A short day for Nona means a shorter liveblog from me as well. Have some mid-book general opinions to make up for it!

Chapter 17

-Another new chapter image - a leaf or flower of some sort. I still don’t have any idea what that could mean, other than these symbols of life contrasting with the deathly skulls and barren Tomb.

-p231 Of course CamPal use the recorder to talk to each other. It’s still asynchronous, but must at least be better than text. Especially for difficult conversations, since it preserves facial expressions…

Another conversation of what the meaning of love and freedom are. Themes, ahoy!

And again bringing up the idea of Nona as a true gestalt. But even a gestalt couldn’t understand an RB’s speech, I imagine. Unless Nona is actually a THREE way gestalt…

-p240 Ah, so Angel isn’t House, just formerly shepherded. And as expected, she’s not a human doctor. I was thinking vet, I wasn’t expecting zoos to still be around!

-p246 Hmhm, so what did Nona draw that scared the Angel so badly? Noodle’s skeleton, maybe? Wake’s portrait?

-p246 As the narrative becomes more serious with Ianthe’s arrival, we deprioritize the comedy characters. In this case, that means gently escorting the kids offscreen. …Or in other words, the Knight of Cerberus has appeared, so it’s time to Shoo Out the Clowns. Because even after all these years TV Tropes has still ruined my vocabulary. 

-Speaking of Ianthe - did the Babs fusion make her immune to Herald madness? That seems to be what was implied.

Or perhaps - hm. We know that either the wrong body or the wrong soul can protect a person. The person sounds like Ianthe, but has Babs’ hair… therefore, Ianthe possessing Babs’ body to be able to get to the planet with her sister on it despite the RB?

Also on the subject of Ianthe, I’m really curious how Corona is taking all of this!

-p248 D’aww, it wouldn’t be this series without a little bit of gay romance implied! Beautiful Ruby together with Born in the Morning, good for them. Is this the first M/M pairing aside from Augustine/John and Cam’s two dads?

-p249 Hoo boy when Hot Sauce finds out what Nona and her family are, things will not be pretty…

Chapter 18

-p250 So that was definitely Pal checking Angel for something. I wonder what…

-p251 Ahh, Nona was drawing an Earth animal. Or even an ancient Earth animal? I’m not familiar with the term “cradle creature,” but it sounds like an early ancestor that other species in a group are descended from.

Alternatively: If the trillionaires didn’t just populate the galaxy with humans, but also other animals, perhaps this is one of those original animals they brought with them?

-Also, more planet names! First New Rho, now Lemuria and Miró.

[Later me: Lemuria is a mythical/hypothesized lost continent, and Miró might be a reference to an artist? There doesn’t seem to be any particular pattern or connection between planetary names that I can see. I wonder who named them? Settlers descended from the trillionaires?]

-p256 hmhm? Difficult to make out, but it seems like the Angel had a House implant, but was working for Eden and did know about the “Troia experiment” - Nona being a semi-Lyctor?

-p260 Ahh. So it’s inter-BOE fighting. And hey, we finally get to see Pash’s face! Fanart should have fun with the electric blue hair.

-Kind of hilarious/sad that no matter who they are or where they go, Gideon and Harrow and now Nona still end up being someone’s dubiously ethical science project baby.

-p262 Finally, someone does the obvious thing and calls the Lyctor a lich.

Now here’s a silly question: which is more of an accurate term, zombie or lich? As blatantly incorrect as zombie sounds, for BOE’s purposes it probably is more accurate - after all, to kill a Lyctor you want to target the brain, not waste time searching for a hidden soul container to break!

-p265 Okay, wow. Speaking of brains, it was suggested with the thumbs in HtN that Gideon-in-Harrow had healing powers beyond even normal Lyctors, but this is full confirmation. Lyctors can’t heal from a bullet to the brain, and Nona just did.

-p269 OOF. I thought Hot Sauce learning the truth of Nona would be bad, I didn’t think the kid would actually try to kill her! These books sure love making things as dramatic and tragic as possible!

John 5:1

-p252 The name being “Pan-Euro” rather than the “European Union” is yet another way the old Earth of these books is implied to be slightly to the left and/or slightly into the future compared to real life. (The most obvious difference being the presence of trillionaires instead of billionaires, of course.)

I’d be interested to see a compilation of all these differences that don’t just stem from John’s actions.

-p273 I do find it hard to believe anyone would really care about the cows that much. I think it would be more likely that everyone would harp on about the farmers who lost money because of losing so many cows, or about whoever’s bodies John has been using in his experiments. (Where DID he get all of those?) But then again, real life media fixations can get plenty strange…

-p274 Wonder which nation it was who wanted to puppet around their dead leader? The United States or Russia (or maybe even China?) all seem very plausible. Or maybe the big nuclear powers on this Earth are somewhat different from reality!

Also in light of this plot point, the fact that Nona came out right when the British queen having died is dominating the news cycles is just. Morbidly hilarious.

Also², this is now the third time corpse puppeting to hide an inconvenient death has been a major plot point. I wonder what John would have thought if he knew Harrow had been puppeting her parents since she was ten? …He would just have been even more “aw, she could have been my daughter :)” about it, wouldn’t he?

Chapter 19

-p276 Nona’s brain just got scrambled and she’s having a terrifying tantrum but what jumps out to me here is that she just thought of Crown as Corona in the narration.

I don’t think Nona even knew the name Corona. Are Nona’s memories coming back?

-p278 And now Nona is talking with not her own voice. Wonder who that was? Given how cold it sounds, if I had to say, I would guess Harrow. But Harrow being aware of all the Nona shenanigans and sitting passively by… that doesn’t seem right.

And who is the voice talking to? Harrow to Nona about Gideon? Gideon to Nona about Harrow’s body?

John 3:20

-p282 So John already had a necromancy cult in the old world. Pretty wild!

Also as usual we only have John’s word that the FTL guys were lying. I imagine that they will turn out to be lying, but again… John. Unreliable Narrator extraordinaire.

Quick Thoughts

-This seems as good a place as any to pause and do a few more general thoughts on the book so far.

-Hot Sauce just exited the narrative rather dramatically. Will she be back, or nah? I could see that going either way. On the one hand, she’s quite significant to Nona. On the other hand, so were characters like Aiglamene and Crux to Gideon and Harrow, and they exited from the narrative completely after the first act of GtN. In this space opera, the bit parts have rarely mattered… yet.

-Come to think of it, this book has fewer dogs than I expected. Noodle doesn’t even belong to Nona and we never see her interact with the other dogs on the guest list! 

0/10 Not Enough Dogs (Joking)

-On second thought, my current bet is that Harrow is still AWOL and that moment of Nona talking to herself was Gideon to Nona re:Harrowbod.

But if both Gideon and Harrow were present, that brings up another weird possibility: what if Nona’s dreams were Gideon and Harrow talking with each other in the River? I doubt that the narrative would have those two have their long-awaited meet up offpage, but it sure would be a bold choice!

HtN Redux?

Structurally, this book is very similar to HtN. Perhaps too similar. We’ve got a confused, amnesiatic protagonist. We’ve got dream interludes that recount past events spaced between the normal chapters, with the implication that these sections occur literally as the protagonist is sleeping.

And that moment of Nona hearing a second voice seems almost identical - in both placement and I suspect foreshadowing - to the HtN moment of Pal seeing Gideon in the River bubble, and the narration briefly going first-person. Given Gideon’s corpse showing up in the broadcast, I think it’s quite likely that we might also get Gideon herself making a surprise appearance in Act 5 as well.

All in all, it feels like NtN has the same shape as HtN but executed with less… sharpness? Impact? Unless the end of those John interludes can match the absolutely delightful sequence of AUs and then the Nonius vs the Sleeper duel (which would be very hard), then I suspect I’ll wind up feeling that NtN is a little bit like HtN’s less ambitious cousin.

I also absolutely loved HtN’s POV shenanigans, and I’m now far enough into NtN to regretfully conclude that it isn’t doing anything on nearly the same level at that. Ah well.

Which is not to say I’m not excited for NtN’s conclusion. On the contrary, I’m very invested!

Day Five, Part 1 >>

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth #harrow the ninth #ntn spoilers #tlt analysis #my ramblings #my tlt stuff #read more #thoughts on ntn

[sevikasmainwhore]

an idea- how arcane milfs react to you getting ur period on their bed and getting embarrassed

please :3

♡Arcane Milfs reacting to you having an period accident.♡

no gender is specified. this is for anyone who has periods.

Requested ⇢ Yes/No

Type ⇢ Headcanons ❥

💜 Sevika was confused as to why you were crying when she woke up to your sniffles. “Hey hey, what’s wrong?” She was cradling your face, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. You were too embarrassed to tell her what’s wrong so you just kept crying. Maybe a few seconds passed and she looked down to see what was wrong. She pulled back the covers to see the middle of your thighs covered in blood. “I’m sorry…” Sevika got out the bed and made her way your side, picking you up bridal style, wiping your tears with her real hand. “Don’t be sorry, don’t ever be sorry for that”. Sevika went to the bathroom and got a warm wet cloth cleaning you up and drawing you a hot bath. “Wait here alright?” You nodded, wiping away some tears. Sevika went to go change the sheets, getting you one of her t-shirts, all the necessary items, some water and a few sweets.

🤎 Ambessa hadn’t had a period in a long time. The older you get the more your body changes so when your up out of nowhere crying, her first thought was you were hurt. Motherly instincts kicked in and she was quick to turn on the lights and find out what making you cry. Well when she turned on the the lights, she just felt defeated. Here you were puffy faced, looking up at her with a guilty yet embarrassed look in your eyes. “What happened love?” She tried bringing you into her but you scooted away without giving an answer. She pulled away the covers for something but she saw why you were so embarrassed. Ambessa was a bit frustrated but not for too long. She looked at you with the most caring eyes. “Accidents happen love, let’s get you cleaned up alright.” Ambessa carried you out of bed to the bathroom where she wiped you down the best she could and prepared you a nice hot shower. Once you were finished, the sheets were replaced and your nightstand was filled with snacks and water. You couldn’t fall asleep right away so Ambessa just held onto you, falling asleep but not before. “Don’t ever apologize to me again, especially about this. Do you understand?”

🧡 Grayson was actually already up, finishing some enforcer work she had been behind on. When she was finished, she quietly made her way to the room but was a bit startled when she saw you already up. She was gonna ask why but threw any kind of disappointment out the window when she saw you crying. “Y/n??” You jumped, you didn’t hear her come in at all now you just felt ashamed and gross. “What happened, what’s wrong??” Grayson tried looking for the problem at hand, but when she saw you trying to hide something in the bed she kinda picked up a little bit. The embarrassment all over your face, the guilty look as well as you years stained face. Grayson forgot all about the bed and went over to you, bring you in for a hug, kissing your forehead. “It’s not your fault baby, stop crying” She wipes away your tears, taking you to the bathroom. She sat you on the counter, cleaning you and preparing a shower for you. She kisses you. on more time before leaving to get you a set of pjs, the essential needs and a cup of tea to help with any pain.

🤍 Cassandra had something similar to this happen so when she e saw how embarrassed you look she immediately made you feel like it wasn’t your fault. “Stop crying, shhhhh it’s alright” She got you out of bed and took you to the bathroom. She didn’t want to make you feel anymore embarrassed then you already feel so she got all your essential needs, a big t shirt and brought them into the bathroom with you. Kissing you one more time she left again out the bathroom but just to make you some tea and maybe a pasture or two to help you fall back asleep without any worries.

note: the first time i had this happen to me i could not stop crying. i was a huge crybaby. i didn’t leave the house for shit.

#arcane #☞shhhhh #sevika x reader #arcane grayson x reader #ambessa x reader #cassandra x reader

[lebenspurpur]

AN: Helloo, wrote this because I spent today suffering through my post-drunk-vandalism hangover. Guess it's deserved but still, it sucks. After eating chicken broth my dad made, unsalted if I may add, for an hour straight I am now ready to be creative. I really don't know what this is.

Have the link to my Larry playlist while we're at it:

Pairing: Larry Johnson x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol

Wordcount: 1744 words

🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓🔪🏁🕷🤍🧷💀⛓

Larry looks really, really stupid right now. Stupid and sick.

His tall form slumped over in defeat, big blanket wrapped around him but not too tight, otherwise he'd feel too hot, too feverish, he still needs some air. There are tissues scattered across the couch as well. Fucking hell.

Usually, this would disgust you but it's Larry, you think you've seen worse.

Small sniffles come from where he's laying, whenever he clears his throat hoarse croaking leaves his mouth and he cringes every time he hears it. He can feel your judging gaze on his body, hear your arched eyebrow without even lifting his head.

His radio is blaring some kind of metal music, you don't recognize the band. Technically, the music is useless since the TV in front of Larry's bed is playing an old horror movie, bloody screams only adding to the grimy ambiance in the room.

"I-", you start but Larry lifts his hand before you can even consider continuing.

On any other occasion, you would've noticed the rings adorning his slender fingers, the metal accessories leaving a trail of dark smudge on his hands. Damn, did he have some nice hands.

Thankfully today wasn't a normal occasion. The metalhead in front of you had worse problems than you drooling over his fingers right now, one of them being the sickness he caught.

"Don't you dare say 'I told you so.'", he croaks out while he finally lifts his head, bloodshot eyes meeting yours. He looks immensely tired. You can sense his annoyance at this sickness, this hellish treatment he's in and can't seem to escape.

You take a deep breath in and drop your bag next to his opened front door.

"Alright. I won't."

You close the door quietly and deposit your jacket as well as boots next to it.

His mom always screams at Larry to finally get something for visitor's shoes and bags but he never does. Too busy, too lazy, he figures his visitors get it. Who even visits him, anyway?

The floor is, as usual, covered in stuff he hasn't cleaned yet. Unfinished drawings, sketchbooks, take-out cartons, empty booze bottles, you keep wondering how he manages to create that kind of mess in a timespan of not even two days.

You tiptoe over them, careful as to not to step into something. Earlier experiences have taught you to never mistake one of these seemingly empty cartons as really empty. Just last week you stepped into a fucking pizza the man in front of you didn't finish.

You sigh as you sit down next to him and Larry tiredly raises an eyebrow.

"Dude, I know you don't want to move but Jesus, we really need to get you to bed.", you then state, voice comforting yet firm. You use the moment to stare into his eyes, adore the brown, thick, deepness of them.

Larry groans loudly, voice breaking from how raw his throat is. His head falls back and he closes his eyes, a pained expression on his features.

"Don't wanna.", he grumbles quietly and you involuntarily crack a smile. Larry always managed to do that, even in the most unbelievable moments.

"I'll join you if you do."

One of his eyes slowly creaks open, observing your face to look for any kind of sarcasm or irony. As soon as he doesn't find any, the other eye opens as well and he leans forward again, blanket clutched tightly in his fists.

"Alright."

You grin at his quiet answer, hand reaching over to pull him with you. He obliges, warm, slightly clammy hand tightly grabbing yours. He follows you through the messy room, his blanket leaving a trail of destruction behind the two of you.

You kick open the door leading to his bedroom. Immediately, the familiar images of various album covers greet you. The air in his room is colder and less damp and you hear him take a deep breath.

Turning around, you mention for him to wait while you walk over, grabbing the blanket on his bed. You shake it a bit, readjust the sheets as well the pillow, all while Larry's eyes never leave your back.

"There you go, sweets.", you add as you finish, quickly turning around to see Larry standing the same way you've left him. Tired, slumped, and emotional. The need to hug him starts boiling inside of you but you try and hold yourself back. First, you have to make sure he gets into bed.

Larry slowly stumbles past you. During the last few baby steps, he drops the blanket around his shoulder, faceplanting right into the freshly made sheets. He's not even wearing a shirt and you huff at his stubbornness.

Larry's back looks strong like this, muscles contracting beneath his skin as he tries to get more comfortable. Your eyes glide over his spine, his wide shoulders, the small bumps where his ribs encase his organs. His olive skin is sweaty and long, brown hairs cling to it.

You cringe at that, knowing the feeling all too well.

Softly placing a hand on his back, you move closer, forehead scrunched together.

"Larry, darling."

He grunts into his pillow, a muffled questioning sound.

"I got a hair tie here. Mind lifting your head real quick?"

Larry obliges and lifts his head quickly, taking a deep breath while he does so.

Your fingers find his scalp and start collecting all the strands, securing them afterward with the tie around your wrist.

The man beneath you hums in appreciation as the cold air hits his neck, sweaty skin finally being able to breathe. You kiss the small space beneath his neck real quick, a short sign of comfort before you stand up again, hands leaving his skin.

Larry whines the second you do so, all while quickly turning around, sending you a pleading look.

"You said you'd stay.", the whiny tone only makes his voice sound more hoarse and you can't help the small grin from appearing on your features.

"In a second, sweetie. You need some water and medicine first, alright?"

He whines again but the thought of something fresh and cold going down his throat is enough to soften the pleading look in his eye. You blow him a kiss and then quickly walk into the kitchen, which is right across from the brunette's room.

It's surprisingly clean but what did you expect? Larry never uses his kitchen unless he has to. Which isn't all too often.

Grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter, you keep searching for the small broth packets you'd bought exactly for this kind of scenario. You find them in the fridge, the only thing in this room that Larry actually uses.

Chuckling you get some water cooking, all while pouring the powder into one of the giant cups Sal has gifted Larry a while ago. According to the masked man, everything tastes better if it's being eaten out of a cup and so, everyone has their own sets of cups, a premium gift from Sal Fisher.

Soon, everything's done and you maneuver your way back into Larry's room. Said man is awaiting you, eyes still opened as he watches you creep towards his bed, hands full with water, soup, and medicine.

First, you feed him the medicine. Normally he'd do this himself but you know that he'll just ignore the bitter juice unless you force it down his throat. Stubborn motherfucker.

Larry's sitting up now, back propped up against one of the many big pillows he has. You hand him the broth and he inhales it in less than two minutes, apparently, this is the first thing he's eaten today. Shaking your head at the thought, you tug a few strands of hair out of his face, smiling at your lover's appetite.

Finally, after gulping down half of the water bottle, the brunette leans back and smiles, for the first time this evening.

"Thank you.", he croaks out and you touch his arm as an appreciative gesture, "Does that mean you're allowed to join me now?"

You're about to nod as you notice the faint traces of eyeliner on his skin.

"Did you take off your makeup when you got home?", you ask, throwing a teasing smile his way.

Larry clears his throat, embarrassed that you caught him. A faint blush raises on his cheeks and you feel your heart swell at the sight.

"I might have forgotten about it.", he answers, gaze slowly meeting yours again, "But please, let's just do this later, dude. I am so fucking tired."

Huffing, you roll your eyes at his answer but you nod anyway. He'd be fine with the makeup for a few more hours. You just have to remember taking it off tomorrow.

"You're lucky I love you."

Larry grins at that, the usual wide, blinding grin, that makes your stomach tingle with fuzzy feelings inside of it. His fingers find your arm and he tenderly pulls you down to join him. Soon, your head is placed on his chest, and his arms cradle your shoulders, pulling you into his body.

You can hear his relaxed breathing as he finally settles down, nuzzling his face into your hair.

His skin is warm against your cheek and you smile into it. It doesn't matter how often you've done it, laying on his nude chest always makes you flustered.

Larry's fingers start to draw stuff on your back, the feeling more than a delight for you. Humming, you snuggle closer and the metalhead next to you smiles.

His eyes already start to close slowly, lack of sleep finally catching up to him. The quiet sound of the ongoing movie in his living room, as well as the metal music, make for a great background sound and you both listen intently.

You notice the way his heart beats, slow and steady, beneath the tanned skin. Unknowingly, you start to synchronize your breaths with his. In and out. In. And out.

Soon, your eyes close as well. Damn it, you don't want to fall asleep. Though, you suppose it doesn't matter as the man next to you pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. He wouldn't let you leave anyway.

The thought makes you feel giddy, excited, in love. Smiling widely, you try to press yourself closer into him, and soon, you too, fall asleep, enveloped by the arms of the boy you love most. Your favorite boy.

#larry johnson #larry johnson fluff #larry johnson x reader #larry x reader #larry fluff #sally face #sallyface #sallyface x reader #sally face x reader #sal fisher #lisa johnson #ashley campbell #sally face larry #sallyface larry #grunge #fluff #hurt/comfort #my writing #comfort #x reader #slashers #horror #videogame #Spotify

[phantomspiderr]

Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Nat finally gets back from a mission just in time for your birthday

Warnings: alludes to sex, Nat's a little impatient after a week away, she also aggressively speaks in Russian when she's impatient and cake

･☆: *.☽ .* :☆

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Your foot impatiently bounces against the ground, while you look up at the dark sky, searching the stars for the familiar jet to come in for landing.

It’s only been a week since you saw Nat but it’s your birthday and she’d promised to get back from her mission before the end of the night. So you were sat waiting for her outside in the cold, wrapped in one of her jackets since you’d heard Steve talking with her on the phone saying something about being close.

A yawn falls out of your mouth, tears obscuring your vision for a moment and you reach in your pocket for your phone, checking the time, 23:34. She’d just make it and that’s good enough for you but if she could get back right this second that’d be even better because it’s past your bedtime and you’re in desperate need of cuddles.

You cast your eyes back up to the sky and it looks like you’re in luck because you can see the little blinking lights that sit on the wings of the plane. You’re shifting your weight from side to side, not being able to keep still. She’s home like she promised.

Every second you watch as the jet gets closer and closer until you can see her in the cockpit window, you’re jumping up and down waving, much too excited to see your girlfriend but not caring how ridiculous you might look for a second. She’s grinning and shaking her head at your excitement, unbelievably glad she’ll be able to hold you in a few short moments.

Finally, the wheels touch down and you watch as the handful of Avengers file out the back slowly, Sam’s the first to approach you.

“Happy Birthday kid, how old are you now like 12?” His hand goes straight to the top of your head and ruffles your hair, you swat his hand off of you and nudge his shoulder.

“Haha, you should really think about doing stand up Sam. You’d be fantastic.” He just laughs at your sarcastic comment as he saunters off toward the compound.

A few more happy birthdays follow from Clint, Tony and Peter but you’re still waiting on the one that matters most. You’re stuck in place when you see her, somehow still looking as beautiful as ever even after a week-long mission in the woods, she smiles wider when you’re close enough to touch. Her arms instinctively opening to wrap around you tightly, you fall into place instantly, your head falling onto her shoulder and arms wrapping around her waist.

“S dnem ​​rozhdeniya, lyubov' moya(happy birthday, my love),” Nat holds you a little closer as she speaks, “I missed you so much.” She draws back so she can cradle your face in her hands, taking a second to glance over your face before she crashes her lips onto yours. It’s feverish and erratic, she’s clearly missed you.

“Detka (baby),” you rest your forehead against hers, breathing heavily as you part lips. Suddenly all your tiredness has been replaced with something else, something a little more exciting. “I missed you too but let’s maybe go upstairs and finish this,” she smirks hearing you so breathless and feeling your hands slip further down.

“Come on then,” she interlaces her fingers with yours and starts walking toward the compound, you feel her lean into your ear and she whispers, “means I can show you your birthday present then.” When you turn and look at her she winks and your eyes go a little wide as she pulls the zipper of her vest down a little more.

The elevator ride up to your room was rather handsy, as soon as the doors closed Nat had you pinned up against the mirror, her mouth making quick work at marking your neck. She pulls back and admires her work before kissing you again, her hand holding the back of your head hard. She’s mumbling in Russian in between kisses and you can only make out some words like missed you, mine, treat you right and one she repeats more than most, love.

When the elevator lands on the designated floor your head is fuzzy and you have difficulty walking straight. Luckily, Natasha’s hand in yours guides you the rest of the way to your room and it’s not long before Nat’s continuing her crusade as soon as she shuts the door. She’s pulling you towards the bed, trying to rid you of your clothing.

“slishkom mnogo grebanykh sloyev (too many fucking layers),” she mutters as she looks down to your torso covered in her jacket, she pulls it off to reveal your jumper and then a t-shirt until finally, you’re in your bra, “krasivaya (pretty).”

Nat pushes you to sit down on the bed before her hands start pulling off her own clothes, making quite the show of it too. She begins to expose quite a lavish-looking lingerie set that has you rubbing your thighs together.

“You like what you see baby?” She stands directly in front of you, looking down at you as her hand cups your chin and you nod as much as you can in her steal grip. She leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, “gonna absolutely ruin you”.

She manages to push you up the bed till you’re rested against the pillows and she’s hovered over you, her mouth finding its place against your neck and slowly moving further south. Your mind drifts as you fall into a state of relaxation then it hits you.

“Wait!” Natasha pulls away immediately and looks down at you with confusion. Without a word you slip out from under her and move toward your desk.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

Your hands pick up the plate you’d left there earlier and you turn to face Nat with a grin, arms extended out toward her. The redhead's eyes fall from your face to the plate in your hands, “I saved you a slice.”

Her face instantly softens and she sinks into the bed with her hands over her face and you hear her laugh.

“I can’t believe you just stopped to offer me cake,” you climb back onto the bed next to her. She moves her hands and turns her head to look at you. You can see her thinking and then she smirks as an idea forms in her head, “how about we eat this after I’m done eating you?”

Nat sits up and takes the plate from your hands, placing it on the bedside table while you just blink at her. Then she’s back with her lips on yours and you’re intoxicated by her again, cake forgotten.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x f!reader #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff smut #black widow x f!reader #black widow #marvel fanfic #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff one shot #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff blurb #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha x reader

[2-cute-4-school]

𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

Mark Lee

so we all know mark is a quite expressive person with his emotions

and come on when playing video games we all rage and throw fits so emotions are running especially high ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

what i’m trying to say is that mark is yelling, banging fists against his desk, laughing his ass off and pissing you off

i mean mark’s laugh is very cute and ENTIRE BLESSING TO HEAR but ♡ sleep ♡ is also precious 

but mark can’t hear your exaggerated sighs nor see your ever-lasting pout

so you lift your tired self from the bed and plop down on his lap

mark : “hUH??¿¿ B-BABE?!¿¿” （＊〇□〇）……！

haechan, audible through the headphones: mark, not in front of the boys, you wild beast (๑⁍᷄౪⁍᷅๑)

mark opens his mouth to shout in protest but you bury your head in his shoulder and let out a soft whine and mark.just.COMBUSTS!!!

he grumbles something about how haechan is due for a good beating and nuzzles the side of his face against the top of your head  ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

whenever he has a break and doesn’t need both hands to play, he brings one arm around you, cuddling you closer to himself and running his hand along the length of your spine

or just LAYS HIS HAND ON YOUR THIGH askfafwsr- ya know (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

doesn’t have the heart to break the atmsophere even after he shuts down his computer and just cocoons you in his warm arms and hums a song softly as you doze off intertwined together UwU

Huang Renjun

you’re just trying to be cute and create a romantic enviroment as you cuddle up to your boyfriend who is immersed in his game

“y/n?” his voice is soft, almost a hush and it could almost lull you to sleep

“yeah?” ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

“i can’t see because of your head”

FIRST HIT HOME but you didn’t give up of course, just flattened your cheek against his shoulder to accomodate his complaint 

just as you settle downs drowsily, glued to his frint, he covers his mic to grumble to you again  ಠ╭╮ಠ

“it’s getting hot” 

SECOND HIT HOME and you’re starting to get discouraged as you scoot a little further away from his body and loosen the grip of your hands around his neck (๑′°︿°๑)

but of course ever grumpy renjun still had complaints karen who

“my legs are falling asleep” 

*SIGH* “eye roll* *definetely not pouting* you start pulling yourself away from him and trudge defeatedly and bury yourself under a ton of blankets

but he just chickles, has the AUDACITY to chuckle, and brings you back on his lap, squeezing the life out of you  (≧д≦ヾ)

“i was just kidding babe don’t leave me!!” says renjun as he sways you kinda violently may i add from side to side and rubs his cheek against yours cuz he’s a kitty and adorable confirmed  ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

rough love you have other there as you can see

Lee Jeno

jeno is GENTLE GIANT （ﾉ｡≧◇≦）ﾉ

gentle loving giant in this case actually so even better

so we all know how the dreamies exposed this boy TWICE for playing video games 25/8 and he got scolded by his mum lol so i’m thinking

you’re trying to get him to go to sleep or at least rest his eyes he’s already blind enough i WONDER WHY damn

all this started when you settled in front of his computer to block his view

and as he argued with you he decided enough is enough and pulled you into his lap, traping you against his chest (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

“jeno it’s 3 am!!” :<

“ just one more round baby” of video games ya nasties...no? only me?ok

he tries to give you a *smooch* but you move your face away and refuse to turn around and let him kiss you

and that’s where jeno draws the line (; ･`д･´)​

kithes are something that can’t berefused between you two, an unspoken rule you apparenly weren’t aware of

so with a ‘eep!!!’ from you, he simly stands up from his seat with you latched onto him like a koala like (＾ω＾ ≡ °д°)

“jeno put me down!!!11!!1! NOW!!” 

“kiss first” (.◜ ᵕ ◝.)  

“are you nuts??!!!?” *exaggerated smooch* “now put me down!!”

needless to say he’s not letting go anytime soon, he just plops into bed and you cuddle until you fall asleep you’ve been scammed

Lee Donghyuck

haechan is a very VERY petty brat person ಠ_ಠ

so guess what... fights with him are a national competition of petty acts

and you know what his ultimate move in your most recent fight is? *drum rolls* turning off the central heating really original hyuck i applaud you

and this kid knows exactly what he’s doing when he sits down in his gaming chair with a shit-eating grin  (ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)

he hears you stumble around the house in your dora the explorer exploration in the search of a blanket

but guess what? they’re all under his flat cake  ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

so when you bardge in the room and find him hogging all the warmth you hope to intimidate him with your  ✨ highly horrific glare ✨

but he pretends to be too busy to notice you so you just defeatedly settle on his lap and under the blankets

“well well well look who’s crawling back with their tail between their legs”

“i might just cut off your front microscopic tail” (눈_눈)

but i just know he’s gonna cuddle you until you sweat your ass off under that mountain of blankets

and even when he can’t hold you, he’ll press his lips against your forehead, lingering there as his warm breath fanned across your skin

he also made a deal with you to which you didn’t necessarily agree with but that’s a minor detail am i rite

if he wins the round he gets a kiss as a reward (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

if he loses, he gets 2 kisses as a consolation (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)و ̑̑

you’re getting suspicious of his 4 consecutive losses

Na Jaemin

he’s a fluff ball we all know it, we all love it

he’d DIG THAT KIND OF SHIT  ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و

and he babies you to the end of earth

99.8% chance that he’s gonna stop playing just to cradle you against his chest properly because YOU’RE. HIS. BABY!!! periodt.

cue yelling from his teammates for abadoning them in the middle of the game but that’s inevitable

“na jaemin you SIMP!!!!” 

but jaemin is too busy making puppy eyes at you (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。

he’d kiss you everywhere he could reach and then scoop your hands in his and bring them to his lips for another shower of kithes  (*'､^*)chu

and if you kiss him back??  

this man will literally COMUST with uwus istg

like just imagine you brush your lips against his neck and then you gently nuzzle against him??

jaemin would melt in your embrace ♡(｡- ω -)

even if he did eventually go back to playing, he’d press kises anywhere in reach periodically cuz he’s soft like that

would also LOVE feeling your breath fan his neck he gets a unique feeling of comfort knowing that he has you so close to him  (๑˃ᴗ˂)

“even if you were the impostor i’d still vote myself out for you”

the romanticism of this decade 

Zhong Chenle

this boi is ruthless when playing video games

god frobid you’re in his way cuz you’re getting SQUASHED (｢⊙Д⊙)｢

 he obvioulsy LOVES winning

but ya know what he loves more than winning???

𝓨𝓞𝓤  ♡(㋭ ਊ ㋲)♡

so chenle is all (｡+･`ω･´)

“you waste of space move along!!!!”  “shoot that gun straight dammit or i’ll shove it up yo- oh hey baby°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°“

the moment you plop down on his lap and curl yourself up with your head tucked under his chin, his blazing eyes soften so cutely

and so raging kid chenle turns into best babyboi chenle (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

he M E L T S like he just leans into your touch and continues gaming  A LOT more silently and just smiles absent-mindedly the entire time

“yo chenle you dead????” most likely jisung on the other side of the headphones

“no?” ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

“... guys he’s plotting something, reatreat!! i repeat, RETREAT!!!”

“what?? no, what do you mean by that !??!!!”

you stir as his voice rises in volume and chenle immediately settles down again and shushes you while patting your heah and threading his fingers through your hair carefully (*-ω-)

goes straight for jisung after that teammate or not rip jisung you’ll be missed but also bad choice to annoy a soft-for-only-my-baby chenle

Park Jisung

a bit flustered but just couldn’t refuse you when you cutely asked him with wide puppy eyes if you could sit in his lap to watch him play

probably short circuited for a good 2 minutes before he could produce and intelligible answer (ง ´͈౪`͈)ว

and that’s how you found yourself perched on his lap, facing the screen with curious eyes as jisung struggled as if his LIFE depended on it

“how do you jump?” (,Ծ_Ծ,)

“you can’t jump”

“what do you mean you can’t jump?? gravity doesn’t work like that” Σ(･ิ¬･ิ)

you’re like 2 newborn babies running wild and unsupervised

“jisung, that character looks like you when you’re constipated” (๑꒪▿꒪)*

cue cackling from the devil spawns on the other side

he’s gonna keep in mind this betrayal UNTIL THE END OF TIME beware

if you catch sight of one of his hands not working away i bet my allowance you’ll have this uncontrollable urge to hold it in yours DO IT I NEED MY ALLOWANCE DON’T BE SHY

of course he’ll automatically intertwine your fingers together and bring them up for a chaste kiss  ～(^з^)-♡

and i know for sure that he won’t have the heart to let go of it even when he needs it to play sigh jisung you SIMP

he’s gonna get scolded and teased by the other later but ya know

at least he ain’t no touch starved coward ¯\(°_o)/¯

he gets grounded for that by jaemin

#cznnet #nct scenarios #nct reactions #nct angst #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct dream reactions #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct fic #nct dream fic #nct mark #nct jeno #nct renjun #nct jaemin #nct haechan #nct jisung #nct chenle

[bridgertonbabe]

hey could you maybe write something about when Sophie gives births to violet and she nearly dies, and then everyday since then he spends more and more time with her because he doesn't want to loss her.

Ok so this is something I've considered before. Presuming Bridgerton gets greenlit for Season 5 and we get Eloise and Phillip's story, I can see their season coinciding with the late stages of Sophie's pregnancy with Violet and then her birth. 

In keeping with TSPWL, Charlie would fall ill but then with the stress of her son's sickness, Sophie's labour would be brought on earlier than expected (by a month or so). You have double the anguish for Benedict, pulled between being by Charlie's bedside and Sophie's, until Eloise suddenly appears and assures him she'll tend to her nephew. 

Benedict is holding Sophie's hand and stroking her hair as she brings their long-awaited daughter into the world. In spite of the despair caused by Charlie's illness, Benedict finds a shining beacon of light in his baby girl and is thrilled to hold her first. He is mesmerized by how little she is and how he can already see a few wisps of golden curly hair matted to her head. He already knows she's all he had hoped she'd be; the image of her mother. 

He's so taken with the little bundle in his arms that he doesn't immediately realise the chaos occurring around him, turning to see Sophie's face has blanched, she's fallen unconscious, and much to his horror there is a sea of blood drenching the bed sheets. Benedict is shaken to his core and is manhandled out of the room by the Crabtrees as the doctor and maids try to save Sophie. 

He finds himself alone on the landing cradling his newborn, frozen with fear at the prospect of not only losing his son but now also his wife. A creaking on the stairs brings his attention to his brother-in-law, Phillip Crane, who had arrived in search of his wife. The two men stare at each other and Phillip immediately knows something is wrong from the terror written on Benedict’s face. Phillip simply asks what’s happened and just like that Benedict falls to pieces, roaring with hurt and setting off the bleated cries of his tiny daughter. 

His brother-in-law, who can’t handle emotion at the best of times, somehow finds himself marching forward and drawing Benedict into his arms to hug him. Through hysterical sobs he manages to comprehend the torture Benedict is enduring and then Eloise appears, having heard the crying and being shocked to find her husband just about propping up her inconsolable brother. Mr. Crabtree then emerges from the master bedroom, informing them that they’ve stopped the bleeding but that Sophie is still critical.

For the next forty-eight hours Benedict keeps a bedside vigil, clutching Sophie’s hand between his, praying that she wakes up. Luckily Charlie has bettered himself thanks to Phillip’s remedy, though Eloise remains at his side just in case, as Benedict remains occupied with his wife. With his wife’s suggestion, Phillip brings Oliver and Amanda to the house, not only to keep Alexander and William occupied, but also to meet their new baby cousin, Violet. Though the Crabtrees help out, somehow Phillip finds himself the main carer for the newborn and he takes his new role as uncle very seriously, especially with the tiny baby being without her parents. 

Just when all hope seems lost, Sophie finally wakes up and Benedict can barely let go of her. It’s only seeing his wife in exhausted yet happy spirits (plus a remark that he could really do with a bath) that finally makes him register the relief of the ordeal he had suffered. At long last Sophie got to hold her little girl and she was surrounded by all her boys, including a freshly recovered Charlie. 

As Sophie rested up and began her own recovery, Benedict refused to leave her side and insisted on tending to her, but she ensured him she would be fine. Her husband was a stubborn man but she pleaded with him to see after their children while she recuperated. A compromise was finally reached in which Eloise would take over sitting at Sophie’s bedside while Benedict looked after the children. Phillip and the twins stayed too and the brothers-in-law bonded and properly got to know each other as the children played altogether. 

The stress of the last week meant that when night fell and Benedict joined his wife in bed, he’d collapse into sleep. He’d remain in a deep sleep throughout the night and into the morning, curled up against his wife with an arm tight around her. She’d card her hand through his hair, kissing his forehead as he slept, murmuring how lucky she was to have married a man as wonderful and devoted as he was to her. 

#i might go into further detail another time but this is as much as i'll do after the day i had at work #and this is why phillip is chosen to become violet's godfather #benophie #sophie x benedict #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #violet bridgerton ii #eloise bridgerton #phillip crane #bridgerton #bridgerton drabble #asks

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Special Order

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, fingering, breeding and mentions of forced pregnancy.

This is dark!Lee Bodecker and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Based on this drabble request: Lee Bodecker + “Why are you crying?” + breeding/forced pregnancy + y/n is a waitress and the sheriff is obsessed with her, and what better way to make her his 4ever than put some babies on her.

“He’s here again,” Mandy said as you loaded up your tray.

You didn’t need to ask who, you heard his gruff response as he came in and was seated in his usual booth. He was always alone but insisted on a whole family-sized table to himself. You sighed and gave Mandy a look.

“I’ll just get this taken care of then see to him,” you promised as you turned carefully.

“Good, ‘cause I ain’t dealin’ with him no more and he won’t deal with no one but you,” she whined and put a ticket in the window.

“Yeah, I know,” you made yourself smile, “stubborn man that one.”

“I ain’t know why he prefers you,” Selma said as she loaded the coffee machine, “probably ‘cause none of us got the patience for that.”

“Patience,” you scoffed, “not what I would call it.”

You swept over to the family of five and set out the plates one at a time. You finished up at the table and replaced your tray on the stack. You looked at the sheriff and he stared back expectantly. He did that, just watched until you came over.

You went over with a sickly sweet smile and took out your notepad. You tapped your stubby pencil on the paper.

“And what are we gettin’ today, sheriff?” you asked in your sugary tone.

“Ah, now don’t be usin’ that voice with me, honey,” Sheriff Bodecker said as he fiddled with the menu.

“You need to start treatin’ the other girls nice,” you retorted.

“I don’t like the other girls,” he read his menu and frowned, “I never tried the… onion dip.”

“Uh huh,” you said unimpressed, “well, I’ll just warn you, sheriff, I can’t and I won’t stop Mandy from spitting in between the bread.”

He frowned at you and put the menu down. “I’m sorry, it’s not that I’m tryna be rude, honey--”

“What did I tell you about callin’ me that? I’ll overlook it once or twice but I’m not one to put up with your gull, you know that,” you lowered your brows at him.

“I’m not tryna be rude, miss,” he corrected himself, “I’m only… I only prefer you is all.”

“Sure, sure, is it my sunny smile or my breezy demeanour,” you teased, “the onion dip then?”

“Club sandwich, extra bacon… miss,” he folded up the menu, “please and thank you.”

“I’ll have Mandy bring it right over,” you said, “now you don’t make me come back, I got other customers.”

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When the diner closed, you took your usual route home. Your tips were tucked deep in your old purse and your scuffed soles padded on the pavement, then the dirt path that trailed off to the old country house. You lived with your ma on her father’s ancient farm, your pops long dead.

As you turned up the hill that led to the long drive, a flash of lights stopped you in your tracks. You looked up at the distant house, a single window lit by the old oil lamp your ma still used. You sighed and turned to face the cruiser parked in the shadows of the beech tree.

You recognized the silhouette as he stood straight behind the driver’s door. The sheriff fixed his hat as he came around and looked you over in the early twilight. He didn’t spend much time in town, often riding around the county and only stopping by to sit down at Sal’s and terrorise the waitresses.

“Sheriff,” you greeted, “whatcha doin’ around here?”

“Whatcha think?” Bodecker asked as he leaned against the hood, his large stomach sticking out from his open leather jacket.

“My ma’s waiting on me, I brought her leftovers from the diner,” you waved the paper bag.

“They already cold,” he lit a smoke and flicked it, “I wanna see ya.”

“Now, sheriff, we had our time--”

“I always thought I tip you well considerin’ the mouth on ya,” he took a long draw on the cigarette, “ain’t you?”

“Of course, sheriff, but I’m not on the clock right now and ma be expectin’ me,” you said.

He took another drag and threw the half-smoked stick away. He stood straight and reached to his holster. He unsnapped the small strap but made no move to free the pistol. You took a step back, terrified, and swallowed.

“Sheriff,” you said cautiously.

“Honey, please, you know I don’t be wantin’ to hurt you now,” he ran his thumb along the butt of the gun, “so you come put down those scraps and let me get a good look.”

You stared at his hand on his pistol. You took a deep breath and stepped closer. You set paper bag on the hood of his car and he slid your purse from your other arm. He tossed it beside the leftovers and trailed his fingers down your arm.

“I always thought that was a nice colour on ya,” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him, your ankles twisted and you collided with his round stomach.

“Thank you,” you looked past him as you smelled the bacon still on his breath.

“Look real nice, honey,” he undid the top button of your dress and you flinched, biting down as you stared at the beech bark. He groped your chest and you closed your eyes. When you opened them, they were wet. “Why are you crying?”

“Can I go now?” your voice wobbled despite your effort to hide your distress.

“We ain’t even started, honey,” he undid another button, and another, and exposed your cleavage above your brassiere “Look at you.”

“Please, sheriff, I want to go home,” you caught his hand and he grabbed your jaw. You choked on your fear as he turned you and pushed you against the bumper.

“You’ll be home soon enough,” he snarled, “you put your hand down my pants and make me let you go.”

You shook your head in disgust. You looked him in the face, all the light drained from his eyes as his jowls lined with malice. He squeezed your jaw and you cried out in pain. You reached to his belt blindly and fumbled to undo the buckle. You felt how hard he was through his pants as you pushed down his fly.

“You’re hurtin’ me,” you whispered as you pushed beneath his briefs.

“I could do a lot worse,” he threatened, “ah that’s it, honey.”

You wrapped your fingers around his dick. He was thick and hard against your palm. You stroked him and he shuddered as he leaned against you. His hand slipped down to play with your chest again. He had you pinned to the car as you kept your wrist moving in the confines of his pants.

He groaned and trembled as he urged you faster and you obeyed, turning your head to look at the farmhouse just up the rise. He grabbed your face again and leaned in. His hot breath grazed your lips and he pressed his mouth to your cheek.

He edged you back onto the car and stepped between your knees. Your skirt rode up as he forced your legs wide around him. You pushed on his chest with your free hand and he flung you onto your back with a vicious shove.

You sprawled across the hood, your bags falling to the ground as he grabbed your hips. He ripped your hand from inside his pants and rolled his briefs under his dick. You kicked out as he reached under your skirt and wrestled off your underwear. You cried out as he ripped them free of one ankle.

“No, please, don’t do this. Sheriff, please--”

“You can keep callin’ me sheriff,” he purred as he bent over you again and searched for your entrance with his fingers.

“How long’s it been?” he asked as he caught his tip and poked it along your hole, “Two years, you think I’ll wait forever.”

“I don’t-- Get off of me,” you sank your nails into his leather jacket desperately, “get--”

You gulped as he sank into you all at once. It hurt and sent a pang up your spine. Your wet eyes began to leak as you realised you couldn’t stop him. He thrust and sent another agonizing bolt through you.

“Two years, honey, you think we got time left?” he rutted between ragged pants, “‘bout time you get a baby on ya.”

“Wha-- oh, please--” you gasped as he kept you pinned to the cold hood of the car.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya,” he rasped, “you ain’t gotta keep pourin’ coffee.”

“Stop,” you whispered and closed your eyes, “please..”

Your pleas fizzled and you let him get on, praying it would end. He fucked you harder with each thrust, fueled by your pathetic cries and the sound of him inside of you. He cradled your head as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breath singed your skin as he spasmed and spilled inside of you.

When he stopped, you couldn’t move. He pulled out of you with a grunt and his cum dripped from your cunt. You nearly slipped down the hood and barely got your feet under you before you could crumple. You rubbed your fingers through the sticky cum on your thigh and refused to look at him.

“Look at the mess you made of me, honey,” he purred, “the mess I made of you.”

You wiped his cum on your skirt, revolted by the cooling slickness. You pulled your dress straight and left your underwear in the dirt. You glanced at him but he didn’t make a move, only watched you with delight as his hands rested on his open belt.

Numb and unsure, you turned and grabbed up your purse and grease-stained paper bag from the ground. He chuckled and you heard his belt clink. You stumbled through the dirt as he let you go.

“I be seein’ you tomorrow,” he called after you, “I’ll make sure to take a long lunch.”

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[wandsandwheezes]

Hermes | G.W

WARNINGS // 2k // SMUT 18+, Hermes!George AU, God!George AU, Betrothals, Dirty Talk, Innocence Kink, Corruption Kink, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Belly Bulging, (a very lowkey) Size Kink, Premarital Sex.

A/N // The third?? instalment of mine, @darthwheezely and @amxrtentias Gods!AU collection/series/etc <3 i lovs u both and i hope you chikas enjoy <33

Hermes is the ancient Greek god of trade, wealth, luck and fertility. One of the cleverest and most mischievous of the Olympian gods, he is, above all, the herald and messenger of Mt. Olympus, symbol of the crossing of boundaries in his role as a guide between the two realms of gods and humanity.

Locking eyes with him from across the rowdy dining hall, the Grecian God, whom you knew you were to be betrothed to. You knew from the moment you set your eyes on him that he was something of wonder and yet the thought of you being deflowered by him didn’t put you in as much worry as you thought it would have. You truly hadn’t expected to attract the attention so easily of the most gorgeous being you had ever laid your eyes upon.

When your parents had forced you to come to the celebration, arranged especially for the purpose of yours and his meeting, you wanted nothing less than to be in and out of there as quick as Zeus’ lightning but yet when you caught the way his hair shone like a beacon of light as it glimmered in the Grecian sun, you couldn’t bear to pull yourself away. 

His jaw was prominent, obviously sculpted by the gods as he leaned over the table to grasp at a handful of grapes, his eyes not leaving yours for a second as he popped them one by one past his lips, tongue dragging along his fingers with every intent of turning you to a pooling mess.

It was unfamiliar, the way your tummy erupted with the flight of a thousand butterflies, a feeling of confusion filling you as you noted the growing wetness between your thighs. You had never taken a lover, nor even shared a kiss with another man, yet the moment you had locked eyes with George, it’s as if you became tethered to him, under the spell of his allure.

He found it fascinating, the way baby bunnies like you shone bright with purity. He liked that about you, he hardly knew your name, but one thing rang true; your untouched innocence was daring to be claimed. 

You thought he had disappeared, leaving your first meeting to be nothing more than fleeting glances. Taking yourself away from the drunken laughter to wander the open halls, fingertips grazing over the pure white stone of the castle that stood tall, proud and dominant. 

“My, my.. aren’t you a wonder.” You hadn’t expected his voice to be so deep, startling you from your own thoughts so rapidly that you found yourself spinning on your heel only to crash directly into the chest.

There’s something intoxicating about the way George held you, as if his touch was electric, rendering you completely and utterly dumbfounded, his eyes once again burning into your skin as he took in every inch of your untouched skin he could muster in your close proximity. 

George had never seen such a doe-eyed beauty like yourself. You were a tiny, sweet little thing compared to him, the way he towered over you made you feel safe, secure and protected, not intimidated like any other man had made you feel, but he wasn’t just any man, he was your betrothed, a intricately chiselled God whose freckles had been hand picked for him and created to be one of the most wondrous sights to behold.

Looking up at him you felt an overwhelming desire like never before, to press your lips against his beautifully crafted, rosy red lips. Of course you wanted to kiss him, especially when his feather light touch had brushed your hair off of your shoulder, leaving your collarbone, neck and chest bare and exposed. His large hand cradled your neck, ghosting a thumb over your lower lip as he inched himself closer to you, almost feeling his hot breath against your chin before his eyes sought out yours again, searching in them for a sign to stop. “Tell me if this is too much and I’ll stop.” 

You shook your head gently, only pushing his thumb across your lips once more before you found yourself leaning in again, truly on your toes to reach his lips. They connected together in such a heated passion that you had practically been knocked back, hands rapidly hoisting you up onto the ledge to kiss you easier. He tasted like magic and eloquence all wrapped into one, the sweet hint of grapes lingering on his tongue as it slipped past your lips.

You found yourself breathless as you pulled away from his kiss, forehead pressed against his as you squeezed your eyes closed. Already desperate for another you whimpered, your whole body leaning into him as he watched your chest heave.

“I want to absolutely devour you and it’s taken everything within me not to do so already.” He sighed, fingertips dancing over the white abundance of fabric that was cinched in at your waist, noting how irresistibly innocent you looked before him.

“Devour me?” You whispered through a shaky breath.

“I want to drink you in like the sweetest wine to ever pass my lips, you are the divine, untouched nectar I crave, a goddess in human form.” he hummed, smirking to himself at the way you avoided his gaze, overwhelmed by the full attention of a God like himself.

“A little thing like you never imagined being touched by a God, hm? I would bet your virgin cunt is throbbing just at the thought of me kissing you,”

He could read you, like the pages of never ending parchment, see through you like crystal clear waters. You couldn’t find the words to counter him, let alone to tell him to touch you.

With a sharp inhale, you felt his thumb brush over your fabric covered nipple, unaware of just how hard and sensitive they were until awoken by his touch. You let out an involuntary whimper, although it seemed more like a breathy moan at the first touch of a man you had ever before experienced.

“I just know you’re already dripping down your thighs for me, is that what you want, for me to fill your cunt up, stretch you out to fit me?”

All you could muster was a faint ‘please’, looking up at him through your lashes just in time to catch his pearly white smile before his arm had wrapped around your waist, whisking you away to his bedroom on a more secluded part of the grounds.

It was at this point that his soft touch began slipping the pathetic fabric from your body, leaving you naked before him as it pooled at your feet. He didn’t dare stare too long, instead stripping down the same way he had left you bare. His hands were quick to reach out, gliding all over your skin as he murmured praise into your ear, the vibration of his low voice humming against your ear, making you cave into him.

You were completely in his hands, thankful he knew what he was doing. His hand trailed down, reaching slowly between your legs, fingers quickly becoming slick with how wet he had already made you, much to his pleasure. You didn’t know how he did it, how when he dragged his fingers over a sensitive area, he was able to pull such a wonton moan from your lips.

He had laid you down upon a bed of comforts, hand pushing your chest down to lay fully back before slowly parting your legs so that he could nestle between them, he wanted to paint a picture of the way you were right in this moment, hair splayed out messily with your thighs either side of him, cunt dripping and clenching at the mere thought of wrapping around his cock. He wanted to paint in detail the innocence you held before he fucked it out of you, before he claimed you as his.

Your moans were greater than any tune or melody that had graced his ears, satisfied enough with seeing you squirm as his fingers sank in and out of the tightest hole he’d ever felt wrapped around his fingers. His thumb circled your clit, keeping you nice and wet as he stretched you out as best as he could with his fingers alone. “That’s it, cherub, no need to be quiet for me, let me know how nice it feels.”

He wanted you to feel comfortable when it came to the moment he and you would become one, lining his length up before pushing in ever so slightly. He found your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he gently guided as much as you would take from him, slick walls allowing his inches to fit with ease until he was fully inside of you. It was almost as if your cunt were made for him, his cock fitting perfectly like lock and key.

He leant forward, forehead pressed against yours as he checked in with you, making sure that you were okay for him to move before he set a slow pace of passionate fucking. “Such a pretty Pearl you are, doesn’t that feel nice, finally having cock fill that tight cunt?”

“Oh, George, you’re so big, feels so, so nice the way you fill me.” You moaned loudly, unaware of just how much he could make you moan, whimper and writhe. With every movement, you thought you’d moan louder, thumb dragging across your clit to help build that beautiful sensation he wanted to give you.

Leaning back up to watch the way your cunt greedily swallowed every inch of him as he fucked you, he noticed the way a small bulge appeared with every thrust. He stilled while fully sinking inside you, chuckling slightly to himself as he ran his thumb over the bulge, smirking at the feeling of his touch against his cockhead through your skin when he realised what he was doing.

“Look at you, so greedy for me already. See how I’m in your belly, bet I could split you in two if I tried.” He chuckled, pulling your body up to make you watch the way the outline of his cock swelled your abdomen. “Watch for me, my little bunny, look how much I fill you up.” 

He kept thrusting, grabbing your hand to push down against the bulge, letting you feel the rhythm of his cock hitting your hand. He then guided your hand down to your own clit, his large hand swallowing yours as he moved your own fingers against your clit. His fevered touch was drawing you closer and closer to euphoria. When it hit you, the feeling was unlike anything you had ever experienced, like every single moment of happiness, excitement and joy you had experienced in your life had hit you all at once, finding yourself screaming out his name for all to hear. 

“That’s it, Pearl, you look like a goddess right now, absolutely glowing.” He groaned, continuing in his thrusts until he felt his own high approach, growling in your ear as his sensitive head hit your back wall as he bottomed out over and over. “I’m gonna fill you up, make your belly swell when I breed you, little one.” 

As if you had become a goddess yourself, he filled you up with his release, well and truly in the clouds for the first time in your life. 

He had covered you with a silk sheet quickly to protect your modesty, brushing sweaty hair from your eyes as he lay beside you, taking in your beauty once again.

“And to think you’re mine to devour, human woman made for the gods.” He rambled, his hands never leaving your skin.

“George?” You whispered. 

“Mhm?”

“Thank you for being so gentle with me, I’m sure you weren’t expecting your betrothed to be a virg-”

“Hush now, little one, I’d rather you know my touch alone than the touch of another because the thought of anyone else ever coming near you makes me feel like my brother, just full of rage.”

“You don’t mean that-”

“I do, you deserve to feel protected. Betrothed or not y/n, you are something even a God like me is lucky to have.”

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