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adventuringblind · 8 months

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Baby Daddy

Lestappen x Reader

Genre: Smut

Request: Yes and I did this happily because it came from the best (Would have been happy either way but that just makes it better)

summary: Charles and Max decided to see who can get reader knocked up first.

Warnings: Breeding kink, PinV, vomiting, double penetration, teasing, praising+degrading

Notes: The author liked this one. The author will now be jumping in holy water.

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She wasn’t sure how the conversation started. She knew both boys wanted to start a family, and she was in the height of a baby fever that she can’t escape from. So, asking about it made sense.

Not that they were mad. Of course not. They just couldn’t decided who would be the one to be the biological father.

“I think we should make it a competition.” Max’s smug face makes her pale. It’s never a good sign when he brings up that word.

“Winner gets to choose the order of out last names.” Charles demands. Another argument they’d been having recently.

“What about me?! I’m the one who’s carrying the baby!”

“You can choose where yours goes no matter who wins.”

“Sounds fair to me.” She smiles with satisfaction. At least she knows there is an ungodly amount of good sex coming her way.

Three months of trying. She was sore after every race. not for the reasons of her lovers. But because of what they to do her. their competitive spits had yet to falter. Much to her benefit and pleasure.

Six months of trying and she was starting to lose confidence in herself. Her doctor said she’s fine, but it doesn’t stop the stupid thoughts because all three of them want this entirely to much.

A year and she’s given up on thinking about it. They are obviously still trying, but it’s not something that she talks about much anymore. She knows that it takes longer for some and she’s okay with that. She just avoids the subject as much as possible.

The night Max wins his second championship title is about how’d you expect it to be. Except for the part where him and Charles are in the corner with the tiniest bit of alcohol in their drinks.

They eye her in that stupid dress she knows they love, dancing rather suggestively with Kika and Lily. She’d been staying away from alcohol as of late so they know she’s not even close to tipsy. Yet the look on her face as she dances could make anyone think she was.

‘I think we should get out of here before we do something stupid.” Suggests Charles without breaking his gaze.

“Like what?”

“Take here right here and now.”

The boys startle her as they drag her away from her friends. She hardly even registers they are in the car going to the hotel. “Did I do something wrong?” The sincerity in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed.

Max leans down to whisper in her ear. “Just thinking about getting this dress off of you."

Charles runs his fingers along her thighs, causing her to shiver. His mouth finds the crook of her neck and lays gentle kisses down to her collar bone.

She feels for the taxi driver. The poor man is subjected to whatever is happening in his back seat.

"Gonna take you home and put a baby in you." The Monegasque moans into her skin. It was making her feel in a way that had her squeezing her legs together.

They continued riling her up the entire way back to their hotel room. Even getting hands in the elevator and in the hall, which was thankfully empty.

Max gets the door to the room open. Then, the two males waste no time litterally ripping the dress off of her. Her clothes are gone in seconds.

Their hands are everywhere she doesn't want them. She's left squirming beneath their hold. Pinned to the bed in a way that leaves her more vulnerable. Every peice of herself exposed to them.

And they know exactly what they're doing.

Max runs a single finger over her slit. "Look, Charlie, I think she wanted this."

"Already so wet for us chéri." Charles moves from where he was attacking her neck down to her tits and attacks them instead. His tongue doing a number on the sensitive area.

Max slips a finger inside of her. To slow for her liking. She tries to buck her hips to get more friction only for Max's unoccupied hand to put more wait on her hips. "This is what you get for teasing us in that dress."

"Mm Maxy, think about how she'd look in the dress all swollen with our child." Charles hands barey touch her stomach, and yet it still has her back arching.

Max jumps off of her and is immediately pulling Charles up with him. He gives her a pointed look and tells her to stay.

And then their hands explore each other. Peeling each piece of clothing off the other in record time.

"If you're trying to get me to cum now to you have an advantage, it's nit going to work." Charles says as Max rolls his eyes and stops any movement he was making.

"I have an idea." Max mumbles.

"That's never a good sign."

"Well fine! I guess you don't want to hear how we could make this even."

The female looks between the two bickering and is interested in what he has to say. But also scared. Scared the she won't be able to walk for a week.

And she's right because soon enough, she is lying back against Charles with his cock inside of her. She can't stop moaning as Max leans over the top of them.

Even. She officially hates that word. And yet here she is being turned on by the fact that both boys will be inside her at the same time. Fingers crossed, they don't rip her open in the process.

"You sure you wanna try this?" Max looks at her for approval, and even with her initial fear, she knows they would never hurt her.

"Just go slow, please."

Max starts slow. Charles bites into her shoulder at the friction of her and Max. She can feel all of his muscles tensing underneath her as Max takes his sweet time pushing into her.

It hurts. She knows it won't in a couple of minutes. But right now, the stretch if it all burns like white hot fire.

When both are in her, they take care to help her relax until her body adjusts to the size. They wipe away her tears as she sinks into their hold.

"So good for us, amour. Taking both of us so beautifully." Charles exhales a breathy moan as if to further prove his point.

"Fuck schat, you look so pretty taking us so well."

And then everything went fuzzy. The friction of the two males was too much. Moving in and out in tandem; perfectly in sync with each other. Her thoughts seemed to be replaced only with them. Their breathing, the sounds, the feeling of skin on skin.

"Dobyou want it, schat? You want us to put a baby in you?"

She can't actually speak properly, but there is definitely a yes that can be heard in her moans.

Their praises are only pushing her closer to her breaking point. "I'm- please- I can't."

She doesn't even have time to warn them. She can't warn them. She can't hear them either. Her nails are buried in their skin.

They spill into her simultaneously. Their bodies are perfectly connected with each other. It feels overwhelming and terribly beautiful. The feeling of them spilling inside of her at the same time.

When they come down from the high is the hard part. Max slides out first, and Charles follows, slowly and gently. They collapse in a heap of exhaustion. The emotional tie and physical tie completely took their energy.

"Do you think maybe this time...?" She trails. Her question weighs on them.

"In time, mon amour. We'll still be here even if it's not."

Summer break is a time to recuperate. The three of you are on summer vacation, spending time together on the beach.

That night had been a month a half ago. The female had yet to realize she was late to her cycle. Opting to ignore it and assume she's just messed up for some reason.

The second to last morning of their trip, she woke up feeling absolutely terrible.

She snuck out of bed as quickly as she could without waking the boys who are much heavier sleepers than her anyway.

The nausea feeling was overpowering, and it didn't matter how stealthy she was. They woke up to the sound of her spilling the contents of her stomach.

And then every day after the the point everyone is concerned.

Two months and still no period, she finds herself at the doctors. The boys are back to racing, but with her state, she decided to stay in Monaco.

A decision she was now regretting while having the test from the doctor in her hands.

She is definitely pregnant this time. The paper in her hands says it clear as day.

It is only Friday. She has time to get out to the race to surprise them. And with that idea floating in her head, she calls Pascale.

Her and Pascale arrived to the track fifteen minutes into the race. The older woman is making a fuss over her as she tries to jog to the redbull garage. She was in Ferrari last time, and Redbull is closer to her anyway.

Pascale shakes her head as she watches the female slip into hospitality.

Max and Charles both made podium. She was absolutely ecstatic and even more so that Christian helped her get to where they would park.

They didn't notice her at first, even doing a double take at her and then each other. Then, with their helmets off, they ran to great her.

Their smiles were so big that she thought they might fall off.

They both attempted to embrace her through the divider, and she was able to slip her test results into the hand of Charles.

They looked at her skeptically before once again, having to leave her.

It wasn't until the cooldown room that they had a chance to look. Charles tentatively unfolds the paper and holds it out on front of him and Max.

The cameras got a lovely picture of the two hugging very tightly despite being 'rivals', and the happy tears from Charles could be made out even through the sweat.

Did it have people looking at the scene a little funny? Yes. She could hear the gasps of disapproval, but she didn't care. The teams know already and gave them the go-ahead over a year ago to make the relationship public.

She watches them with love and adoration.

"Definitely mine."

"No way! The baby will look like me!"

She rolls her eyes at the two. "Does it matter?" They look at her with mouths agape.

She is actively holding the paper that determines who wins. The paper that will tell them who the biological father is.

And she rips it.

Because no matter what, they are a family. The boys are looking at her endearingly despite the fact that she just took away their results. Because it doesn't matter. They are making their own little family and they couldn't be happier.

So, the argument of the last name order continues one.

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purplepickles · 6 months

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“Under The Covers”

Pairings: Central cee x black fem reader

Genre: fluff

Authors Note: it’s my first time writing on tumblr so bare with me I also haven’t haven’t written anything in like years I used to a Wattpad author in like 2017-2019😭 so imagine what I used to be writing. It’s not my best peice of work but it’s progress kinda messy icl in terms of storyline but it’s something anyways I hope everyone enjoys it 💗

You had just signed a contract with vogue for a new segment they were trying out for they’re YouTube channel called “Under the Covers”. It was in a podcast style in a bedroom setting hence the name and basically talking about the latest fashion trends tips or anything black girl related.

You were so grateful for this opportunity never in your life would you have imagine a little black girl from London was able to sign a massive deal with vogue. The topic of todays video was maintenance. How you maintain standards for yourself if that means relationship, mental or physical health. So instead of it being in their studio you wanted your video being a bit more homely so why not in your home. The producers had set everything up in your room making sure everything was ready for filming but this video was going to have a little extra twist. You were going to have your very first guest and they how they managed to maintain their life and overall humbleness with the fame he had gained over the years.

You kept your relationship on the down low on the respect of each other careers and not wanting to surround your relationship over it. You were actually calm with that but he wasn’t liking seeing people he fucked with in your dms with heart eyes.

Little did Yn know he was going to announce it in their video together.

“Okay I’m going to count down from 5 and we’ll start filming” said the producer

“Hi Vogue it’s me Yn/ln and welcome to our new segment called Under the covers where uncover beauty secrets fashion and every black girl related. But today’s video things are little different we’re in my actual bedroom and I have a special guest with us he’s one of my favourites rappers right now a current world wide sensation Central Cee”

“I didn’t know I was your favourite artist”

“Yes you did you’re also my most listened to artist on Spotify we’ve defo talked about this”

“Mhmmm”

You rolled your eyes and continued with the video

“Anyways let’s get straight into todays topic: maintenance. How to do maintain eye yourself to keep your life somewhat stable”

“I guess keeping my mum,my brothers, my fans and my girl happy innit. If they’re happy I’m happy” said central cee never straying away from eye contact from the love of his life

“And what you say is the hardest one to keep happy and why” Yn was very curious about this who knew where this could go

“My girl defo she’s says I’m annoying I think she hates me”

The way your head slowly snapped

“Did you not say at Amelia Dinner Date you like girls you hate you”

“Yh I did I turns me on but she’s just something Yk I’m just infatuated by her but maybe I’m a bit delusional when it comes to her yk idk if that’s a good thing or bad thing. Kinda new to this love thing and not messing up yk I don’t wanna get it wrong again I really like her”

That was probably the most beautiful thing he’s said in a while she didn’t know he felt like this she sometimes she can be a bit rude and her sarcasm can be taken the wrong way but she thought he knew between the lines that she didn’t hate him she lived more than anything.

“I think you should talk to her about your feeling more Yk. Don’t be shy on opening up more Yk. When you feel ready ask her what she thinks it’s possibly lacking” she smiled at him with reassurance hoping that he could through her eyes that’s it okay and she was listening

“Yh your right imma tell her right now!”

Yn chocked on her drink. He could not be serious. She should’ve known this boy was up to something

“As in right now!? I’m sure she’s busy” you said trying to get to him to change his mind

“Nah she’s not im calling her rn”

For someone who didn’t like interviews this but sure had a lot to say

Ring

Your phone was on the other side of the room Ringing none stop.

Everyone was looking at you. You knew the producers were loving this but you were not this was too much.

Ring

“Yn are you gonna pick up you phone”

you usually loved his smile but this was just devious.

“Do I have to” you were just dreading this

Everyone shouted yes. You rolled out bed and a grabbed the phone

“Hi baby”

“Hi cench, now can we get back to the video please”

“Yes Cench we can. You wanna cuddle too?”

The video was going well there was laughter within the whole room. You asked him the question that you were assigned to ask him everything was going great. You loved being under your lovers arms. Maybe letting people in wasn’t so bad.

“Thank you vogue for this absolutely-

A knock on the door you both looked at door and someone opened to little boy running in crying and jumping to Oakley’s arm. How many surprises could one video take you said to yourself in your head.

“What’s up little man” Oakley now went into full father mode his whole rapper persona was switched and all he cared about was understanding why his little boy was upset

“Had a bad dream” said the little one

“How about we say goodbye to vogue and make some hot chocolate” you said while trying to tickle him

“Right I think me and vogue has had enough surprises don’t forget to like subscribe and hit that notification and stay tuned for next weeks video about Motherhood and Careers with a icon mother and billionaire. Bye guys”

#central cee #central cee x reader #centralcee inagines #central cee x you #central cee x Yn

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kookslastbutton · 11 months

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Sidelines ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: Best friends since university, Yoongi has always been the first one rushing to your side. But when you fall into his arms after, yet again, another heartbreak, Yoongi reaches his breaking point.

Pairing: best friend!yoongi x fem!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, friends2lovers, oneshot

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3.6k+

Warnings: cursing, impulsive confession, sexual content, also reader's true feelings are left a bit open ended

Sexual warnings: dom!Yoongi, slight brat!sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't follow thier lead!), begging, spanking, penetration, f*ngering, cunn*lingus, t*t play, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (princess), slight degradation (b*tch)

Now playing: Love The Way You Lie, Infinity, Escapism+

A/N: Had this idea for a while so when I tell you I sprinted through this oneshot, I SPRINTED. I had so much fun writing this and it’s def going in my personal favorites even though it may be a bit melodramatic and short. Enjoy! 💞

Yoongi stares at his phone–waiting.

Waiting for your name to pop on the screen.

Waiting for your shaky voice to ring through the phone, asking to come over.

Waiting for you to throw yourself into him in desperation to be held.

It should happen anytime now. Why haven’t you called yet? He’s thinking about making the first move but no. That would look too suspicious.

"Dude, you gotta tell her.” Namjoon looks at his friend with deep compassion. He’s known Yoongi since college. Knows the type of heart he carries in his chest. It’s beautifully devoted, warm, and open. But this time…this time it’s too much.

"It's not my place Joon,” Yoongi rasps. “I made a promise.

Yoongi thinks back to the day he met you. It was a cool autumn morning and you were poking around every brick building, nearly walking in circles. It was clear you were searching for something. Turns out it was the dining hall, which was no easy task to find with the campus being the size it was. You were a transfer student and being a recent transfer himself, Yoongi gladly walked you over. That became the first of many memories you’d share together.

Late study nights where you’d fall asleep on his shoulder. Stealing his sweatshirt with a devious yet playful smile. Always having not one pack of gum, but three in your bag. You loved gum for some odd reason. By senior year, Yoongi missed those days most and he wanted more than anything to tell you that a peice of himself was with you. How could he tell you though when you had begun spending every night with the captain of the hockey team? No, he wasn’t going to get in the way.

But he really should have. Heartbreak number one came when you found out your lovely hockey boyfriend had his tongue down some chick’s throat at a frat party. You’re kicking yourself for ever bawling your eyes over that jerk. Perhaps more pressing however is that Yoongi knew your boyfriend wasn’t a great guy. He even tried dropping hints that you ought to be careful with him but you didn’t listen. Despite everything, Yoongi was still the first to show up beside you that day. You won’t forget it.

Now four years out of university, you have a new man of the year who is, for the first time, genuine. Or at least that’s what you think. Yoongi knows otherwise. Just the other day he overheard said boyfriend planning to break up with you. When Yoongi stepped out to confront him, your boyfriend begged that he be the one to tell you. Yoongi promised he wouldn’t say anything which is what brings him to this very moment now.

"You can't keep doing this,” Namjoon urges. “Being her saving grace, her constant shoulder to cry on. It's not fair especially when–”

"She's my friend. I'd do it for you too."

“Bullshit. You’re still in love with her and she doesn’t even think twice about it. She still thinks of you as her older brother.”

“So let her think of me that way. A friend, an older brother…I can't turn my back on her after all this time. I won't."

“All I’m suggesting are boundaries Yoon. Or better yet, tell her how you feel. You're not turning your back on her by being honest. I see how much it pains you to see her running around with no-good losers every year or two when you’re always right next to her.”

The truth in Namjoon’s words stings, pricks like thorns. Yoongi wishes they didn’t but the tensing of his muscles and the heat steadily climbing the back of his neck were clear signs that he couldn't repulse them.

“It’s too late for–__!”

Yoongi's eyes instantly gravitate to his cell vibrating against the coffee table. He snatches it in seconds, bringing it to his ear.

“Yoongi! I–he….Yoongi he ended it with me," you say, voice cracking. Though not in front of him, Yoongi could see the tears trickling down your cheeks. He could feel the sunkenness deep in your heart. He shared this pain with you many times before and it burned stronger each time. "I'm shocked. I didn’t think…I’m sorry I’m having trouble thinking and–and speaking. Yoongi, please, please can I come over? Or can you come here? I know it's late but I just really need to be with someone right now.”

Yoongi turns his gaze to Namjoon who mouths the words 'don't' but he can't bring himself to agree. It goes against his nature and his devotion to you. Maybe his friend is right and you'll only ever see him platonically. One thing's for sure though–he can't lose you.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Stay there." Yoongi grabs his keys off the kitchen counter and bolts out the door.

"That jerk!" You splash cold water on your face, hoping it will clear your mascara-smudged face. Yoongi was about to come over and you looked like an absolute wreck. He couldn't see you like this again.

Quickly, you rush to your dresser and pull out a less wrinkled t-shirt and lounge pants. You head downstairs next to tidy up the space. You may or may not have had a tiny outrage after your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, told you he was leaving you. Yoongi couldn't see that either.

While cleaning your eyes prick with tears again. It hadn't registered to you now but there were reminders of your ex everywhere. Little gifts he'd given you. Pictures of the two of you on random excursions. How could he do this to you? You harden your face and stomp to the kitchen, searching for something big and black.

You start tossing everything in the garbage bag. Pictures, cards, trinkets, stuffed animals–it all went. And it felt good. It dried your tears. As you make your way around the room, you're suddenly stopped in your purge. A small smile breaks on your face when you see the gift Yoongi got you for graduation. It was a double picture frame with a vibrant orange leaf sealed inside. One photo was of you and Yoongi the first year you'd met. The other was the two of you on graduation day. Yoongi put this together to commemorate your friendship. He's still your day one, you sigh. Four years and he's still here to help you pick up the pieces.

"___!"

Thumpthumpthump

"It's me, open the door," Yoongi gruffs from the hallway. You drop the garbage bag and immediately stride over. You pat yourself down before letting him in.

"Yoongi, hi."

Yoongi takes your invitation and paces inside. "Bit of spring cleaning __?" Of course the garbage bag is the first thing he sees. You fiddle with your hands unsure what to say. "I'm sorry ___. He didn't deserve you."

You bury your face in his shoulder, biting back the growing temptation to cry. Yoongi brings you into a closer embrace. His arms hold firmly around your own shoulders. "Thank you for coming. I know it's late so I understand if you can't stay long."

"I'm here as long as you need." Yoongi pauses, recalling your brief conversation earlier on the phone. "You know you can cry around me ___."

"I'm f–"

"Fine?" Yoongi loosens his grip to look at you. "The clothes, the dried tears, the giant garbage bag in the living room? Needing someone to be here because you don't want to be alone tonight. What part is fine? Because I'm not. Neither are you." His thumb gently strokes your shoulders, soothing your tensed muscles. "So if you need to cry, yell, whatever. Do it."

Wetness caresses your cheeks again and this time you don't wipe them away. "Why does this keep happening?" Your voice cracks as you peer into your best friend's eyes. "They never love me. No one ever does."

His dark eyes soften and you nearly see them glass over through your own tear-filled eyes. You search Yoongi's face for a response but all Yoongi can hear is the echo of Namjoon's words – "All I’m suggesting are boundaries Yoon. Or better yet, tell her how you feel. You're not turning your back on her by being honest. I see how much it pains you to see her running around with no-good losers every year or two when you’re always right next to her".

Yoongi is silent for a moment, mauling over what his friend said. You see him hesitating for the first time in a while. "So–so why do you choose them?" He chokes.

You're a little stunned. This isn't how this usually goes. If you didn't know any better you'd think there was an accusatory tone in your best friend's question. It's unnatural and you're slow to reply.

"Because..."

Yoongi stands still, concentrated on you.

"I don't know. Because they seem kind? And I want to give them a chance."

That's it? Yoongi isn't sure he's hearing you right. Surely there would be more to it. He expected so. Before he's able to retract the words they're already out. "Then what am I? I've never had a chance."

Reflexively, you push away from him. No. No this isn't happening. You must have misheard. "What do you mean?"

"From someone, I mean. No one ever given me the chance to be with them like that so you're very...uh very open." Lies. You're lying again, Yoongi thinks. But look how she broke away from you?

"Oh, I thought you meant...."

You know what? Screw it. Namjoon's right–"You're not turning your back on her by being honest".

"I did." He clenches his fists. "I meant it exactly how you interpret it. I–I love you. And if it isn't love it's damn close."

Your heart drops, mind scatters in twisted directions. You've heard of friends growing feelings for each other before but you never thought–why now? After four years of being next to each other and going out with all those guys. Why didn't he say anything? And when did it happen? Did he always feel this way? Oh my god.

"Sorry, I panicked," Yoongi continues. "But those guys you go out with? They don't care about you like I do. Every time they hurt you it makes me want to scream 'I'm here if you see us as anything more'. But I'm terrified to lose you ___. That's why I kept it to myself."

"Yoongi I–I don't know if..." You stop seeing his heavy eyes. You don't want to break his heart but you can't tell what you're feeling. You never took the time to think of him in these terms. But one thing was for sure. You walk up to Yoongi and take hold of his hand. "You'll never lose me. Do you hear me? You're my best friend and I could never let you go."

"But did you hear me?" Yoongi squeezes your hand. "I love you ___. I don't expect it to be reciprocated so...."

"We can try." Without thinking you close the distance between your best friend. You move to press a soft kiss to his lips but Yoongi lunges backwards.

"Please don't," he says. "You don't need to force yourself ___. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything. It wasn't supposed to be about me tonight, I'm sorry."

"Don't say that. This is about us now, our friendship. I'm glad you told me and to be honest, I'm not saying no. I'm saying we can try."

Yoongi sighs and leans on the back of your couch, arms crossed and eyes downward. "You just got out of a relationship ___."

"Yeah so? We were only together for a few months. I don't even think I loved him."

"But you could have with more time."

You join Yoongi next to the couch. "I mean sure maybe if he didn't break up with me."

"___. Don't you see?" Yoongi turns his face towards yours. "We've had four years together. I don't want you to try to love me, I want you to love me naturally. Like I do. And if, after four years you don't then I don't want to put that kind of pressure on you."

"You're not pressuring me to do anything. You've always been there for me through everything and i care very deeply for you. Maybe I haven't thought of you as more than a friend because I didn't let myself to. Maybe I was too caught up in everyone else that I just..." You pause, setting a hand on his shoulder.

"What if we try and nothing changes? Or something happens and we break each other," Yoongi interrupts. "We'll never recover."

"Do you have that little faith in us?" You place a hand on his other shoulder, turning his whole body around. "Because I don't. Perhaps you're right that something might happen that makes things complicated. But I know we won't let it get out of hand. In fact, something beautiful might come out of this. Don't you want to find out?"

He does. Of course, he does. But was this how you really felt? "You were really upset earlier," he says. "I don't want to cloud your judgment, especially after what happened."

You lean into him closer, lips hovering over his. "I don't care about that anymore. All I care about is my best friend and I really, really want to give this a chance."

Yoongi searches for any hesitation. It's hard to do when you're mere inches from him. He's tempted to lean forward and close the distance completely– to say yes. So you do it for him.

You weave your hands through Yoongi's silky dark hair and press a firm kiss to his lips. He's disoriented at first but like a tidal wave, everything he's been holding back rushes out as he moves harder against you. You feel his hands travel down to the small of your back and snake around your waist. A tongue finds its way inside your mouth next. It dances with yours in a fiery passion. Your body burns up with every touch, every kiss. It's a foreign feeling but you welcome it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yoongi murmurs.

You give a faint smile and take his hand. "There's no one I'd rather do this with." You guide him down the hall and into your bedroom. Yoongi pulls you into another kiss, this time resting a pair of cool hands underneath the fabric of your t-shirt. You moan softly into the kiss and pull the t-shirt over your head.

"I'd tell you that you look beautiful but you already know that." Yoongi traces up your sides and along the band of your bra. It tickles for a moment but then you remember who you're with, where you are, and what you're doing.

"Not so fast," you pull back from his grasp and eye his covered chest. Yoongi picks up on your signal and rids himself of his shirt, revealing his smooth, tan torso. You've seen him shirtless before but when did he get so muscular?

With lust-blown eyes, you're pushed on your back next, sinking into your mattress. Yoongi hovers above you. A light peck is placed on your collarbone before moving to the valley between your neck and shoulder.

"Yoongi."

"Mm?"

"How long have you loved me?" Yoongi open-mouth kisses the ridge of your neck. You close your eyes, anticipating his response. "When did you know?"

"Last year of university when you started going out with that jackass on the hockey team." Yoongi lifts his head from your neck and looks at you. "What did you ever see in him? I thought you said you give the kind ones chances, not asses like him."

You nibble on your bottom lip and wrap your arms around his neck playfully. "Oh no, him? He was just hot. I wasn't really thinking very much when we got involved...if you know what I mean?" You raise an eyebrow but yelp when Yoongi digs his hands behind you to unhook your bra. He snaps the lacy fabric off the rest of your body and throws it on the ground.

"Yeah?" Yoongi gruffs. Well, who's little bitch are now? Answer me." He gives your left nipple a tug. You feel a wetness gather between your legs but it wasn't from the stimulation of your nipple. It was his tone, his demeanor. Yoongi never talked like this and it made all the hairs on your body stand.

"Are you–jealous?"

"Wrong answer princess." Yoongi pinches your nipple again. "I'll ask you again, who's bitch are you?"

"No ones." You flip the man over and straddle his waist. "Who's bitch are you?"

Yoongi growls and gives you a hard slap on your ass. When you let out a moan, the man underneath goes feral–riveting with desire. You're thrown on your back again with legs spread apart. Yoongi waits for your nod before yanking your pants off, along with your panties. He does the same to himself, cock hardening in your view. Fuck, you curse to yourself. You had no idea what he was packing until now.

Yoongi settles between your thighs and stares you dead straight in the eye. "We're gonna have a little competition princess. I'm gonna eat you out and if you finish without begging to have my cock then I'll be your bitch. Deal?"

You swallow hard and nod. Who knew your best friend was this nasty. "Deal," you reply, widening your legs. Yoongi smirks and runs a cool finger along your slit. You feel the pit of your core tighten upon contact but keep a straight face. "I thought you were eating me–fuck!"

Yoongi pushes in, breaching your walls as far as he could with his finger. He adds a second in after two pumps, focusing on your reaction. "There's something you should know ___." He begins circling his thumb on your clit, causing your head to throw back in the process. "I don't like brats. So if this was any other time, I'd probably already be fucking your tight, wet pussy. But it's our first time together." Yoongi retracts his fingers instantly, soaked with your cum. "I'll go easy on you."

"Shit." You claw at the sheets. Yoongi licks a long stripe up your folds, dipping between ever so often just to see your hips jolt. His hands dig into your inner thighs, driving your senses wild. "Ah! Yoongi!"

"Need to come princess?"

You struggle to reply, bringing a hand up to latch on his hair. "I–ah–I'm not even close-close yet!"

Hearing your response, Yoongi thrusts his fingers back in, creating a steady rhythm with his tongue. "Fuckfuckfuck!" you curse, knot twisting inside you. You feel Yoongi smirk that same cocky smirk from earlier as he continues eating you out. "Yoongi, I'm close now!"

"Are you? Beg for my cock and I'll let you come."

What the actual fuck? "You're such-ah-a cheater! Well I'm not gonna–fuck! Please, please I need to come."

No response.

"Okay...okayokay. Please, Yoongi, can I have your cock?" You immediately come, tightening your hold on his hair. "Oh my god Yoongi, you're so evil fuck!" You give him a slap on the chest once you release. Yoongi grins down at you and catches your wrist.

"Who's bitch are you?" Slowly, he crawls further up your body, pinning your arm above your head. He grabs your other arm and places it on top of the other. "Are you really not gonna say it?"

"Yours. I'm yours, Yoongi."

"Damn straight you are. Now keep them there." He squeezes your wrists together before placing his hands on either side of your head. He bends down and gives you a passionate kiss. "You really are beautiful ___. Are you still sure you wanna do this?"

"Please."

Yoongi caresses your check, aligns himself with your entrance, and pushes in. Your mouth falls wide, but nothing comes out for a moment. Once you adjust, you give a slight nod.

"Fuck." Yoongi moves inside you, penetrating through your velvety walls. Your eyes roll upwards as his close shut. "Oh god, Yoongi–faster please," you breathe.

Yoongi pushes deeper in you, his length pulling in and out of your hole at a rhythmic pace. Beads of sweat form along his forehead and your around your neck. You let out a loud moan once feeling the cord within you wind up again. Yoongi soon feels it too, quickening his speed.

"I can't believe we're doing this-ah shit!"

Your hands, struggling to stay down, jolt with every thrust. You look deep into Yoongi's eyes, his staring straight back into yours. You're both grinning too, like idiots really. "Me neither. But I'm glad we are."

Yoongi kisses you again. It's sloppier than before but you couldn't care less. "You're gonna come soon mm? Because I know I am. This pussy is so tight-fuck-it's basically swallowing my cock. Brat like you love this shit don't you?"

You laugh and rustle through his hair but your arm is pinned back down. Yoongi starts moving inside you as fast and hard as he can, breasts bouncing against his muscular chest. He so close and so are you. "Asked you a question princess."

Your back arches as he fucks into you. "Yes-yes we do! Fuck, I'm gonna come. If it doesn't happen now it'll–"

"Come for me __." Yoongi pushes himself into you one last time before both of you finish, gasping for breath. You feel his length pull out of you shortly after.

Side by side now, hot and sweaty, Yoongi looks at you. "What the fuck did we just do?"

You grin and leap on part of his chest. "We're giving us a chance."

"By starting with sex?" Yoongi throws an arm around you. "Let's do this properly and go on a date tomorrow."

You giggle and bury your head in his shoulder. Goof. Maybe, this does have a real chance of working out. "Okay," you whisper.

A/N: Thanks for stopping by! As always, lmk your thoughts. See ya! 💞

Masterlist

#btshoneyhive #bangtanbathhouse #yoongi smut #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts au #bts scenarios #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #fic:sidelines #kookslastbutton

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red-viewe · 10 months

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general lilia x reader thoughts 🔫 (part three 👌)

COLORED LETTERS IS FAE LANGUAGE, (tw swearing)

Part 2 part 1

"Please pay attention to me, your grace~" a young lady says as she touches Lilia seductively, before he pushes her away and walks away, rolling his eyes.

'Ew.'

"C'mon, Duke! Look alive! You're the famous general, you should enjoy the fame!" A soldier playfuly shouts, as the party gets louder and louder.

The war has finally ended after 3 years, peace taking over both sides of the war. The borders are open, and many expected years of prosperity and peace.

'3 years since I've seen them, 3 years since I've felt their warmth.' Lilia sighs, massaging his temples.

'Just a few more days until i see them.

Just a few more days....'

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"Y/n, my love and life, please take this ring and marry m-"

"Absolutely not." You slam the door, annoyed. It's been 3 years since Lilia left, and the war ended, meaning that men and women are coming back home to see their families, some looking to start one. As a hot asf, unmarried, somewhat financially stable person, you were expected to be popular among the marriage market in both women and men.

'Dude, i did not know i had this much game.' You thought, peeking out the window to see a line of people waiting at your door. 'WTF I DON'T KNOW HALF THESE PEOPLE. IT'S LITERALLY 3 IN THE MORNING. '

Sighing, you quickly pulled out a peice of paper, writing in bold, thick letters, 'NOT ACCEPTING MARRIAGE PROPOSALS' and stuck it onto the window.

'What if he forgot about me? Should i just give up on waiting?' Fuck no. Why would you do that to lilia?

'Genuinely fuck this shit.' You sighed, going back to sleep.

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'Knock knock knock'

'Ugh, dude i swear, if it's another suitor I'm moving.'

You slowly walk to the door, opening the door.

"I said no more suitors! Read the god damn sign!" You say, annoyed, looking up to see a man with long, black hair with red highlights. You slam the door, and go to walk back to your room.

'Wait.' You pause to think. (For once)

Long black hair with red- OMG YOU JUST SLAMED THE DOOR ON LILIA.

You rush back to the door, now fully awake and quickly open the door.

"LIlia!" You jump to hug the fae, his eyes widened at the sudden embrace.

"Beastie! I thought you forgot who i was. How mean of you to slam the door on your love." He hugs you back, pouting and nuzzling his face into your neck with warm cheeks.

"W-we don't talk about that..." You look away, embarrassed.

"Pft, it's quite alright, my love." He pulls you in for a soft, deep kiss. "So I hear you had many suitors, hmm? Planning to marry someone who's not me?" Lilia smirks, pulling away to cup your cheek.

"I swear i can explain-"

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"And thats how me and your mother/father met snd fell in love." Lilia giggles at the memory, "Ahh, young love." A young silver haired boy looks at his father, now filled with questions.

"But father, but isn't y/n a human? How can they live so l"ong? Also, what happened to all the suitors? And the bar?"

"Hmm, now now, silver, that's too complicated for your young mind to understand. I shall tell you when you are of age." Lilia smiles, as he rocks the boy to sleep.

"Everytime you tell that story, Silver always ends uo falling asleep." You walk in, taking Silver from Lilia's arms to transfer him to his spiderbat bed.

"It's our love story dear, I'll tell it again and again untill the whole world knows how we fell in love."

"You're lucky I love you, you cheeky bat." You pout, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too, beastie."

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Authors notes :D

I THOUGHT I PUBLISHED THIS BEFORE GOING CAMPING IM SO SRRY

Also this is probably the end of the general lilia x read thoughts series, but I'll definitely be making more stories on other characters and lilia.

Also if you guys want side stories on this series lmk(Requests r always open btw GIMMIE UR IDEAS)

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callsign-novara · 2 months

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Valeria Garza X Reader HC

Hi everyone!I wanted to apologize for such a long hiatus, I promise that the Stalker!Valeria Garza x Reader series will be continued, but for now as an apology, I give you More Valeria Garza x Reader HC.

Content warnings: Violence, Valeria Garza, WLW, NSFW, swearing.

Enjoy <3

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• Working at a club was a headache most nights, but it kept the money coming and the food on the table. The club smell of booze, cigarettes, and sweat. Nightshade was a higher end club where politicians, mob bosses, and people of authority with high reputations could get drunk without a care in the world.

• You were a bartender, serving up drinks for most of the night. The blaring lights hurt your eyes and the music was loud, you'd have to shout to talk to someone infront of you. Tonight it wad extremely busy. Your finish serving up a customer, a white male, bald, in a luxurious suit. He's been eyeing you all night like a fresh peice of meat. It makes you want to gag. The man keeps calling you over, booze on his breath, he wants you and you can't tell.

• The thought makes you shiver.

• A woman, Hispanic, obviously of a illegal work status based on her tattoos. Cartel? Maybe Mob? Drug or weapons draler? It doesn't matter too much. She sits next to the man at the crowded bar.

• When she sits down, he shuts up. She must be someone important. Or dangerous. Whatever she does her aura holds authority and danger. It's best to stay clear of her. Your coworker could serve her.

• Luck isn't on your side.

• The woman calls for you specifically, you only notice this when your coworker tapes your shoulder. A shudder runs through you but you give her a polite smile, her gaze is Peircing through you. • "Muy bonito." She says to you as you come over, her voice sultry, raspy and deep. It makes your heart flutter. Her voice seems louder than the music, or maybe your going insane. You smile and thank her and take her order. Pouring the hard liquor for her you hand her the drink. "Gracias preciosa" she says and smirks

• You think nothing of this interaction, serving her a few more times that night before she leaves. That was that. She was gone.

• And then she showed up the next day.

• And the next.

• She would always request that you serve her. If any of your other coworkers tried to, she'd glare at them and demand for you. And if you weren't working that night, she'd just leave • You learned her name was Valeria, by all the times she had requested you. And only you. • Fear is the only thing you can feel when you first hear that she wants you. You've obviously caught the attention of someone dangerous and powerful. Nothing good comes of that.

• But as the days pass, she becomes a regular for you, leaving hefty tips and she'd even once made sure that you were only serving her for one night. Renting out a section of the bar and your service were she'd just talk and listen to you as you made her drinks.

• She was oddly nice to you. Well, in a way. She'd teasingly make fun of you if you told her that you messed an order up, she'd say "Oh? Can't get a simple order right, can you? Estúpida"

• She was dangerously attached to you and you knew it.

• Unfortunately, so was she.

• It was strictly a work place thing only, and you'd become accustomed to that. You could even say she was a friend of sorts despite her secretive nature and obvious Mob status. • Until one day you come home to a package. Kinda weird for you, you didn't usually spend money online. Only really using it for necessities like groceries and putting the rest Into savings. • But it was yours, it had your name on it. Shrughing, you take it inside. Maybe you got drunk and impulsively bought something. • Opening the box your brows furrow together. It was soft fluffy blankets. • Ones that you had been eyeing for a while, since your old ones were old and word down.

• There was no return address on the package, or a name on it. The red flags blared in your mind, but you shrugged it off ad a drunk impulse buy. It was just one thing, and hey, it was something you wanted. Or we'll needed. • Except it wasn't a one time thing, because the packages just kept coming. • They werent...menacing. though, you knew you probably should call the police at this point, but the packages weren't harming you, they were actually very sweet gifts. • A new coffee maker, new pillows, new silverware, new bathroom necessities...all things that increased the comfortability of your small apartment. • But you didn't really tell people you needed this stuff. You just eye it or tell your coworkers if they asked what you wanted for a holiday or birthday. So, someone had to be watching you, or just listening to those conversations. • One day, you mentioned the packages to Valeria, who had asked you about how your shift was when you clocked out and walked outside.

• She scared the shit out o you, but she offered to walk you home and you agreed, despite the small thought that maybe you shouldn't. She walked you home, listening to everything you said, commented on somethings until you got back to your apartment. • You said your goodbyes and just as you were about to close the door you heard her say "I'm glad you like my gifts, amor." • Your heart pounded, adrenaline rushed through your veins because you knew she was someone to be feared, someone dangerous with an illegal line of work. • ...but the gifts were so thoughtful and sweet. • Your next shift was..eventful. Valeria was there watching you make drinks, but she hadn't demanded you yet. And she didn't for a good hour. • That's when you took things into your own hands. You made her favorite drink and served it to her with a smile, a small thank you. • She grabbed the drink, and you, and just pulled you into her lap. You looked at your coworker who had a raised brow and laughed at you, but thankfully took over your section too. • As for Valeria, she wouldn't let you go, you sat like a pretty little trophy in her lap, and from that point forward you knew that she would never let you go. You were hers now.

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• Valeria would let you continue to work at the bar if you wanted, but she made it very clear that you don't have to lift a fi ger if you don't want to. She's got you. She'll get you whatever you want, a trust me she'll get it quick. • You quickly learned that Valeria always, always, has eyes on you. The bar? At home? Out and about? There were eyes watching you, giving Valeria updates. If she caught you talking to another woman for more than 10 minutes, she would be there. And if she couldn't? Her men were there. • She never let you know what her job was, but with her seemingly endless amount of money, and how she'd sometimes come home smelling of weed, gunpowder and blood, you had a pretty good idea. But you never questioned it. It's best not to know. Even when you got together, the gifts from her never stopped. If she had to go on a 'business trip' she'd come back with some sort of gift for you. • She spoils you rotten. if you don't want gifts then that's too damn bad cause she's going to smother you in them. New earrings? Makeup? A purse? Maybe some clothes? If you glance ar it for more than ten seconds it's basically yours. • Don't get her riled up. If she's had a bad day with her 'clients' and you piss her off someway or another like talking bad about yourself or annoying her, trust that she will make sure you shut up. She'll hold your legs open for hours drinking you up like she's never tasted anything better. She'll eat you out like a pro, don't you worry about her jaw getting sore because she doesn't care. She'll make sure you squirt all over her drenching the bed multiple times until your crying. She'll much you about it too and she fingers you. "Oh, what's wrong, amor? Is it too much? tómalo. That's it baby, you were running g your mouth so much earlier. Now loot at you. Fucked stupid like a slut for mamí" • Once she feels that she's Fucked you stupid and that you've learned your lesson, she'll kiss any bites or marks she left and she'll clean you up. If the sheers are too soaked she'll take them off, if not then it'll be a morning project to change them. • In her arms your safe. Away from the crule world. Away from her work. And if someone dares to touch you, they won't be found. She's a criminal. Dangerous. A scorching fire that will burn you at any moment. She could kill you in an instant. • But she won't. You know she won't. She may be fire, a volcano, burning everything around her to ash, but she'll make that ash into something beautiful for you, her little flower for you to thrive. In her arms the world around you is nonexistent. And that's okay, as long as it's with her.

#lesbian #cod #cod x reader #cod mw2 #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #wlw #call of duty x reader #obsessive love #dark romanticism

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maristarfish · 2 months

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Happy birthday, dear

Neuvillette x f!reader - Established relationship - Neuvillette takes care of reader after a long day of work - It's readers birthday - Fluff - Mentions of wearing heels - NO use of y/n

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FOR THE LOVELY NIKA ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ It's her birthday today (her timezone) Everybody wish her a happy birthday

@mxyarylla

Of course everyone can enjoy this, the birthday setting is for today's purpose :)

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The day before your birthday, of all the days your boss could pick, you're stuck with work all day. Around 11pm, you finally make it back home. You expect Neuvillette to be at work, like usual. The house is quiet, it's a comforting quiet compared to the noisey day at your job.

After locking the door, you hang your bag on a nearby hook and walk to your shared bedroom. You're surprised as you open the door and see the light on, your husband sitting on the edge of the bed reading a book. He hears you come in, looking up to meet your eyes.

"You're back. How was work?" He closes his book and sets it aside.

You walk over to the bed and plop yourself down next to him. "Exhausting."

He chuckles, standing up before kneeling on the floor in front of you. He takes the tiny strap of one of your shoes and unbuckles it. Neuvillette never understood heels like this. Why make it so hard to come off? He does the same to the other one, letting the heels drop to the floor. He kisses your knee before looking back up at you.

"At least you are here now... Any longer, I would've had to come get you early."

"Really? I'd love to see that. Maybe I'll ask him to stay just a little longer next time, see what happens."

"Oh really?" he laughs and the room goes silent for a brief moment. Your eyes never leaving each other.

"For now, how about a bath?" Others would maybe think he's insulting you, but you understood.

"Now?" you grimace. "I guess it is necessary."

You pat his head before standing up, making your way to the bathroom. As you suspected, the bathtub is already full. The water is still hot and steaming, as if he timed it just right. There are foaming bubbles in the tub, you assume they are to relax you. After looking on a nearby counter, there's already a fresh towel for you to dry off with. On top of that, there's a silk pajama set placed neatly next to it. A color he likes to see you in often, blue.

You're in awe of his efforts when the very man who did all of this comes into the bathroom with you.

"Neuvi, you did all this?"

"It was not much. I simply wanted to make sure my lady was relaxed today."

You hug him tightly, his warmth soothing you even more. He rubbed your back, before kissing the top of your head.

You let go, smiling widely at him. "I'll go in now, then. Hopefully I don't fall asleep."

Neuvillette stiffens, suddenly worried that you may actually fall asleep in there.

I will stay in here with you, if you'd like?"

You nod. "I'll take you up on that offer!" Before undressing, and dipping yourself in the water. The temperature is comforting. It doesn't make you cold even for a second. You hum, satisfied with the bath.

Neuvillette puts his hair into a high ponytail, knowing it would get in his way later. He learned how to manage his hair a little more after your endless teachings of how to simply get it in a ponytail. But it was worth the effort, because he looked absolutely beautiful in that hairstyle.

He walked over to the bathtub and sat down next to it, leaning his weight on the tub.

"What would you have done if I came home late?" you grab a peice of his long hair and start playing with it, twirling it in your hands.

"What do you mean, exactly?" He asked in return.

"The temperature is still warm, it's very comforting. Like you just did this minutes ago. Yet, you were calmly sat with a book in your hand when I arrived."

He smiled slightly. "I cannot reveal my secrets."

"Really? How sneaky of you." You grinned.

An hour passed and you were ready to get out from your bath.It had been spent chatting with Neuvillette as you soak in the warmth of his love and the temperature of the water.

Steam hit your face just right you nearly actually fell asleep while he ran out of things to say. You hop out and dry off your body with the towel he prepared for you.

Neuvillette offered to dry your hair which you glady took him up on.

Putting on the blue silk pajamas he picked out and heading to bed, happily. Neuvillette wraps you into an embrace underneath the sheets of your shared bedroom. You can feel yourself start to drift off immediately. A mix of a long day, with the relaxing night.

Or maybe because it was past midnight. "Happy birthday, dear." Neuvillette plants a chaste kiss on your forehead. You hear him, before letting out a simple thank you.

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Word count: 812

Yayy I finished! Ty Nika for being such an amazing person ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

I hope you enjoy this as a little treat for all your hard work recently loll

Extra note: If you like resident evil - specifically aeon (Ada x Leon), please consider checking out my side blog @marisaeon where I'll upload stories on them. Posted works over there:

Aeon Valentines

Only for her ears

What if ada handwrote the note to Leon in re6?

I slowly am growing out of genshin, I hope you understand!

#neuvillette #genshin impact #neuvillette genshin #genshin #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x reader #birthday fic

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0oolookitsme · 6 months

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Harryween ...Night-In!

Type - A One-Shot!

Verse - Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n

Word Count - 2k

Warnings - none, just talks of pregnancy and descriptions of the changes her body has made.

A/n - I miss Harry, and I'm too sad that we aren't celebrating Harryween this year. So of course, I wrote about it.

Consider this one a closure for 'kinktober' (just bc it's the last fic of Oct <3)

MASTERLIST | please rb to share!

They were sitting on the small-cozy sofa, a blanket draped over their legs as they sat in utter silence, the light from the TV screen illuminating the whole room.

It was a small area, the TV sat on the drawer-set that had mainly thrifted crockery inside. A coffee table was placed in front of her sofa, over which for now Harry had laid his legs in order to make himself comfortable.

A nineties horror film played on the screen in low volume, the room not yet warm due to their recent reign. Anne was in the kitchen, putting sweets into different bowls before the kids came to her door for trick-or-treating.

Everyone on the street loved her, especially the kids. She was like a grandparent to all of them, having read them stories when they'd come up to her house, and built different Lego peices with them while some tea brewed in the kitchen for all of them.

And now that she was on the brim of becoming an actual grandparent to her son and daughter-in-law's child, there was a different kind of sparkle in her eyes, tint on her cheeks and a forever imprinted smile on her rosy lips.

She had welcomed the pair with open arms and an excited shriek when Harry asked her the permission to come over for a few days. Y/n wanted to be in the comfort of another woman, someone who'd had a kid – she wanted the comfort of a mother a woman gets when she's got a baby in her.

And, unfortunately enough, she'd had to cut ties with her mother years and years ago. So, to have a chance at a second mother, who was as much of a dearie as Anne, she knew that she just needed to be embraced by her just once and it'd be enough.

Y/n's bump had grown so huge that the nurses at the hospital told her that there might be a chance she's carrying more than one baby. So, when her bump was abnormally huge in the first month of the trimester, she wasn't very tense bacause she just wanted the babies to be comfortable inside.

When she talked to her doctor about the possibility, she was told that during their first ultrasound only one baby was seen. But it could be that the second one hadn't developed enough to be caught.

Other than her, it was only Anne who knew of that. Harry knew about the whole scene, but he was yet to confirmed about it. Out of the many things that Y/n feared, one of them was that she and Harry would be disappointed if it came out that there's only one baby.

They lived with the uncertainty of the number of babies, a little scared. But, Harry reassured her every morning that no matter how many babies she was carrying, he'd love her and the baby – or the twins, all the same.

"H? Can you bring me some more popcorn, please?" Y/n requested, already putting the bowl in front of him that only had a few curnels left of the snack. And, when Harry did up and go to the kitchen, she wasn't sure what she had started missing – the endless number of popcorns going in her mouth one after another, or the constant pressing of Harry's soft thumbs against the swollen plush of her feet.

"You're lucky you're pregnant," Harry came in saying, handing her the bowl with a faux glare that he had fixed on her face.

A sheepish smile pulled up on her lips before she quickly passed him a flying kiss without the action of her hand, causing Harry to let out a laugh. He sat down and placed her feet back in his lap, his hands getting back to work as his eyes caught up with the scene currently playing on the TV.

The kid had just sneaked inside their parents' room and slipped between the two with their plushie in hand. "Do you think I'll be a good father?" Harry asked, almost seeming absent-minded but she knew better.

"Gonna be the best one out there," she assured him, passing him the bowl of popcorn to share. In return, he passed her a smile – a quiet form of his gratitude for her, and moved his hands up to massage her calves a bit as well.

As Harry's eyes remained on the screen, Y/n's head had lulled back onto the soft cushion and eyes had shut down. She had only doen it because the TV was beginning to strain her eyes, but realised just after how good it felt to do that as she snuggled-up farther inside the quilt.

Harry looked over at her just in time before the bowl of her cravings fell on the floor. She hated popcorn before pregnancy, and now she found any and every excuse to have them. His mouth stretched in a soft smile, dimples carving in his cheeks as he looked at her.

Both of her hands were on her bump, head lulled back slightly to the side, away from the screen and mouth carelessly left open. The light from the TV screen hit her face in a manner that made her features look more prominent – her cupid's bow shined profusely because of the balm she had put rubbed on her lips before cuddling up in the couch. Her lashes rested on top of the high of her cheeks, her skin gleaming in the light.

He could tell that here she was less anxious and stressed, and more at comfort than ever. He loved to see her bond furthermore with his mum, watching her listen to Anne tell her about the course of becoming a mother made Harry feel too emotional.

She always seemed to be glowing, and her cheeks were fuller now. She mostly left her hair loosely tied, and god, her hips had grown wider too – it made him lose his mind everytime he saw her love handles. Her thicker-thighs closed around his head just perfectly, and her stretch marks reminded him of the way her body was changing every single day to adapt to caressing a baby.

"Darling –"

Anne cut herself off before she could wake Y/n up, bunching her shoulders up before she sighed deeply, glad that she didn't disturb her.

Harry chuckled, letting Anne know that his wife had turned into a heavy sleeper now that she was pregnant. "You were saying something, mum?" He asked her, watching as she walked closer to him.

"I came to say that the kids should start come knocking any time now," Anne told Harry. "This darling wanted to hand a few out herself. Do I wake her?"

Harry nodded in response as he got up and started patting Y/n's hand. "Love, do you want to hand out treats?"

Y/n remembered then, and started moving to get up. She had no idea as to when she fell asleep, but as Harry helped her get up she grunted in discomfort.

"Are they here?' She asked after pecking Harry's cheek in gratitude.

Just when she asked that, the doorbell rung for the first time and she had never wished to get up fast so hard over the course of the past few months of pregnancy. Harry's hand automatically placed itself on her lower back as she started walking slowly and slowly.

"H, I can walk to the front door just fine. I'm pregnant, not paralysed," she stated, suddenly feeling annoyed.

"Okay, okay. But you do need some time to adjust to walking before you start padding your way around," Harry giggled, kissing her temple from beside her. But the moment he saw that she didn't exactly have a pleased expression on her face, he put up a finger on his lips, almost promising her that he wouldn't utter a word again.

Anne already had the door open, and the moment Y/n's eyes landed on the little one on their door, she couldn't help but squeal. "Eeek! Dorothy!" She exclaimed, turning to look at Harry with starry eyes crinkled at the corners.

She was their neighbour's kid, y/n realized. And, as she got closer she saw that in the basket, there was a paper that was flipped upside down, considering she could see the ink that had leaked on the back side of the page – probably due to the pen being pressed too hard.

"Hi!" Y/n greeted the little one, two bowls full of treats in both of her hands. She tried to bend down to talk better, but because she was unable to, she just sat on her knees on the tiles.

"I love Dorothy," she giggled, and the girl in front of her grinned as well.

"I love her too! My name's Dorothy as well, so I decided to dress like her," the sweet girl bubbled. She was bouncing on her feet, full of excitement. "Happy Halloween, by the way," she wished them all.

As they wished her back, she began picking out the treats she wanted. Once she was done, her head whipped to meet Harry's gaze who was just standing behind Y/n with gleaming eyes and a wide dimpled-smile.

"Hey, Harry," she greeted him. "You dressed up as Dorothy once, and now I have too!" She shrieked, jumping to high-five Harry who now had an open-mouthed grin on his face.

"We have great taste, now, don't we?" Harry wiggled his eyebrows at the girl whose eyes suddenly went as wide as saucers.

"Oh no!" She cried before she took her basket and placed it on the ground.

"What – is something wrong?" Y/n stuttered, her face molding into a frown.

"Oh nothing," the girl said nonchalantly, getting back up from where she was crouching to take something out of her basket. "Here," she grinned, handing a post-card sized paper to Y/n.

Harry leaned over to see what it was, and once he did, a surprised laugh left his throat. Y/n was already gushing over how good the painting was and just leaned in to press a kiss to the girl's cheeks, who accepted it with a bright blush.

It was drawing of a pumpkin, over which she had marked the carving that said 'HAPPY HARRYWEEN' on it. "I know you did this on your shows for Halloween, so I thought it would be kind of me to give you this because I know your tour is over now," the girl pouted at Harry as she babbled off.

Harry looked at the her with glossy eyes, leaning in to hug the little girl. "Thank you, love," he whispered.

He had been so emotional about Halloween this time, that Y/n had to comfort him every single day for the past week leading up to today. Even this morning, he had to stop his tears from falling as the feeling of not being on stage all dressed up crippled him.

He loved that he was spending the day with his mum, his wife and his unborn baby. But he still felt the need to be comforted because it still hadn't settled in him that he wasn't going to be onstage for a while now. So, he wrapped his forearms around Y/n's shoulders in order to calm himself down, and keep himself in the moment because he knew that he wouldn't want to leave her side any time soon now.

"Wait!" Y/n shouted at a sudden thought that had struck her mind, scaring Harry out of his small meltdown. "It's Harryween – Night …In!" She squealed in delightment, giggling along with the girl as Harry sniffled and laughed at her lame humour, feeling love sick.

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clairesjointshurt · 4 months

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hi babe!! do u think u could write abt protective/jealous!julien with reader? like maybe they could be dating or married but it would just be so hot and i would literally eat it up🙏🙏

love this idea 💡

also the vibe is like a very high tension friendship where you both like eachother but hasn't said anything

protective julien baker

yet again going to be blurbs bc paragraphs are hard🥺

cw: at bar with men (ugh)

even when you where just friends she already was protective of you. julien always had a sort of close knit group and she kept her favourite people close to her. she was always loyal and caring to the people she loved most.

you went out to a club with the boys to celebrate a finished tour after not seeing any of them for months. and all had been well, you got to talk with your best friends again and just let loose. she lost sight of you for a couple minutes and she could feel the panic seep in through her veins. she had just gotten back after being away for months and all she wanted to do was hang out with the people she loved the most and see the woman she is in love with. she emmediatly starts looking around franticly, she asks the boys where you where and thankfully Lucy had seen you last when you had headed off to the bar to get some drinks for the group. julien looks around and spots you and emmediatly is relieved, she is covered by a wave of calm as the panic goes away. but then she looks closer and notices a grubby slimy little man (juliens thoughts) hanging off of her precious little angel. she feels a scowl creep onto her face as her shoulders tense, and makes her way over to you while she contemplates how she probably shouldn't be as jealous as she is, but once it's started she can't really stop. maybe she would be more justified if she had actually asked you out four months ago when she had the chance but who cares because you are so clearly uncomfortable with that sweaty man hanging off of you. she can almost smell the vodka on his breath all the way across the room and she notices the way you try and politely brush him off with a smile as all of your politeness is misunderstood as interest.

you feel the warmth of someone behind you as julien wraps her arm around your waist. "hey babe" she says with a cheery smile and peels his hand off of your thigh. "hi honey" you say back as butterflies explode in her stomach as you wrap your arm around her shoulder. "who's this friend?" she stares at him out of the corner of her eye,still with her signature puppy dog smile and scoots his chair away to a propper distance with her foot. "um, not quite sure" you reply and place your head on juliens shoulder. "oh well we better get going sugar, the girls are waiting for us" she says as she kisses the top of your head(you're sitting short stuff is standing) and gently pushes your hip from behind to nudge you off the barstool.

"you ok y/n?" julien asks with a cautious smile. "yeah I'm good" you say with her arm still around you. "what was that all about though?" she pulls you a little bit tighter to her. "he was a smelly creepy dude." she shrugs. "maybe we should have gone to a gay bar" you joke as she scoots into the booth seat after you that pheobe and Lucy had gotten. "yeah." she says with a faint chuckle as she places her hand comfortably on your knee. except she knows she doesn't want to go anywhere with you that has other people. if it where a gay bar she would just be jealous but surrounded by women. she just wants to be with you, surrounded by you. it doesn't matter who's hitting on you because they aren't her.

a/n: pls request more

also I have no idea if I should post the request with the actual peice

#julien baker x reader #julien baker fanfic #julien baker fluff

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v4mpirezz · 4 months

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Ahh could we please have Tennant and Dikke Christmas headcanons? 🥹❤️ (yandere content is good too!!!) thank you in advance~

CHRISTMAS!

A/n: HAD TO DO THIS REQUEST CUZ ITS CHRISTMAS YOU GUYS! MERRY CHRISTMAS! Do you like lil banner? TEEHEE I made it myself <3 This was so cute, extra fluff and a tiny nice break from Yandere content! Hope you enjoy nonnie!

TENNANT

She’s definitely gonna sneak in the mistletoe

“Oh? Would you look at that, a mistletoe in between us.. You know what that means, right my lady~?”

She is your secret Santa by the way!

Therefore don’t be surprised when you open your gift and find an absolutely gorgeous necklace/ pair of earrings/ accessory.

Ok BUT IMAGINE THIS, she dresses up as Santa and hands you your gift herself! It’s funny yet adorable seeing her wearing a bright red hat and suite with a white beard.

Bakes gingerbread cookies with you, standing behinds you and folding the dough together as she kisses your cheek lovingly.

Teases you but asking if you’ve been goof this Christmas, she even buys a freaking elf on the shelf saying how it’s watching over you-

The type to put mistletoes EVERYWHERE so you get to kiss every 2 minutes or so :)

Kill her

Sitting on the couch, cuddling with a blanket to keep warm while the fireplace is on are precious moments to her.

She makes hot chocolate for the both of you!

If you also got her a gift her heart will melt. She’ll look at you with such loving eyes and hug you.

“Thank you my love.. Although, you are the best gift I could ever receive this Christmas.”

DIKKE

I don’t think she has really celebrated Christmas, she’s probably too busy or doesn’t have anyone to celebrate with so it’s definitely a new experience.

The whole mistletoe thing is something she’s completely clueless of, so when you point it out with a flustered face she just stands there awkwardly confused about what that means.

However, once you explain that you two must kiss, she’ll say “Ah!” With a small smile and give you a small kiss.

“How interesting this whole Christmas celebration can be.. I suppose thou should teach me more about it.”

Building a gingerbread house with her can be a bit messy.. ok, VERY messy. She’ll get a bit frustrated because the peices won’t stick together properly and will slide, at that point you two won’t even build it but instead grab the pieces, cover it in icing, pop some sprinkles and eat it.

I FEEL LIKE SHE WOULD ACTUALLY ENJOY HOT CHOCOLATE, she especially wants it with extra small marshmallows.

For your present, she wants to gift you something meaningful and poetic. Perhaps an accessory or outfit with a letter saying how she thinks it will bring out your eyes, make them sparkle like shining stars in a dark sky.

Dikke is also a good listener so if you ever mention something you’ve always wanted, or even something you loved as a child but lost and couldn’t find a replacement, expect for her to gift you something like that, something that can be special to you.

She will wear a Christmas hat if you do too, but she won’t help but want to kiss your entire face because of how cute you look to her!

Honestly a holiday where she smiles the most, and she’s so cute smiling! So precious. She loves Christmas if it means spending it with you, cuddling together in order to stay warm and drink hot chocolate.

Imagine her mouth covered in hot chocolate without her noticing HEHHEH.

#dikke #reverse 1999 dikke #dikke x reader #dikke reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 tennant #tennant #tennant reverse 1999 #tennant x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #ada tennant #reverse1999 #re1999 #dikke r1999

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gr00vyminibus · 9 months

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐈𝐳𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 [𝟏𝟖+]

Warning: freaky yet lovey dovey shit, sensual and intimate scenes.

[A/N: anybody just horny.....? No.. yeah?– Anyways.. this is basically a lil peice of my izogie brain rot cause I saw some emmaculate edits and my spirit was filled 😫]

Tag list: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @blacksapphhicmaddonna

♡ • ♡ • ♡

• If yall are fucking, Izogie loves to be closer than possible.

• She favors being on or near your mouth constantly.

• Izogie has moments where she doesn't/does catch herself from possibly loosing control because you're literally ethereal during and after love making.

• She has no filter, actually- that term doesn't really exist in your relationship because she's so authentic and pure in certain situations, especially when it comes to admiring.

• Izogies looovvess taking her time with you.

• Wether you're being intimate or not, Izogie just makes you have moments of your own when you're overcome with a happiness based from gratitude.

♡ • ♡ • ♡

"Mmm, you don't want to get loud?" Izogie states perfectly with no sort of strain on her voice despite her delivering adequate and consistent deep strokes. She'd love to hear more of your erotic cries but the unavailability you had to talk back to her was interesting to witness.

Your words were caught in your throat, getting backed up by sensual gasps and prickling nerves. "Dont be nervous, you always sound beautiful. Look at me baby." You fluttered your eyes open and met her deep and lustful ones, she slid one hand under your thigh to spread you wider while the other one held your chin.

"How pretty your eyes are.." she smiled at you genuinely as her lashes met her cheeks in a slow blink. All while she was strapping you down, the duality and contrast of her actions making you hum high in your throat, her brows raised shortly afterwards.

"You like that huh, like how I praise you?" You nodded as she continued to maintain the contact between your eyes, her strokes got slower but they didn't lessen in the sureness of hitting your g-spot. She wanted to hold this moment out for as long as you could endure. "Come on, get loud for me, let me know how well I am fucking you."

She slid the hand on your chin down your chest and squeezed one of your breasts, her words simmering on your bottom lip. Everything inside you began to intensify in sensitivity, especially down south. Your walls didn't hesitate to squeeze each breaching moment and your clit would graze the harness of Izogie's strap with how she met your hips each time.

"Ohh, uhn you're– you're m-making me feel so good." Your voice quieted in the end when your orgasm set a grip on you and tugged the internal knot. Izogie leaned her head forward and trapped your bottom lip between her crested teeth. She bit down on it with just enough pressure to make you moan and gently sucked it after for a moment.

"You look so gorgeous when you're about to cum, mh I just wanna–" Izogie deeply inhaled and momentarily rested her head on your sternum with a low curse before reappearing. The hand that you kept on her nape began to tighten and Izogie didn't mind the blunt nail marks your fingers would leave.

It only took four more thrusts before you arched up and wrapped your whole arm around her shoulder, hand spread over the tense muscle of Izogie's shoulder. She slowly fucked you through it until your leg relaxed in her hold following a series of desperate and soft whimpers. Izogie carefully pulled out all six inches and peppered kisses over your face.

"You always make me so proud, my love. Wait here, I'll be back to clean you up." She gave you a firm kiss on the lips before rising up and shuffling off the bed. You smiled to yourself, "I love you." one thing Izogie was capable of was hearing your voice from meters or miles away.

"I love you too!" she called out from restroom, making you chuckle in an un-logical, unreasonable, and random amount of pure joy.

#izogie #izogie x black fem #izogie x fem #black wlw #lesbian #woman #izogie fanfic #izogie fanfiction #lgbtq #lashana lynch #black queer women

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aves-ery · 2 years

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Edge Of The Pool; W. Maximoff

*not my gif, credits to owner.*

pairing; milf!neighbor!wanda x fem!reader

summary; you moved into a nice neighborhood during the winter. Ms. Maximoff, your neighbor, has recently had a pool installed.

warnings; SMUT, MINORS DNI. age gap, pool sex, semi-public sex? i mean it's in Wanda's backyard?, fingering, oral, choking, mommy kink, strap-on.

The knock on your door startled you. You sighed, paused the show on the TV, and walked towards the door.

"Hi y/n!" Billy, your neighbors son, chirped. You smiled at the boy.

"Hey Bils. What's up?" You asked, leaning on the doorframe, your arms crossed. The boy was in his swim shorts and goggles around his messy wet hair.

"The pool is finished! We can finally swim in it, and my mom said I could come and ask if you would want to play with me. I'd play with Tommy, but he's with his friend," He looked up at you expectantly. You chuckled.

"Of course. You go back and I'll be there in a bit," You said. The boy beemed at you, and hugged your legs.

"Thank you!" He ran off.

______

You tried to find the most appropriate swimsuit you owned for hanging out with the little boy, only finding a green two piece, the bottoms high waisted.

You left, and also had grabbed a few cookies that you baked this morning to bring to the family. When you arrived in their backyard, Wanda, Billy's mom, was sunbathing.

A whimper threatened to fall from your lips, but you closed your eyes and looked away towards the boy that was floating.

Wanda noticed you, and you held your finger up to your lips, signaling for her to be quiet. After you had sat the cookies on the table, you took your sunglasses and flipflops off, trying to be as quiet as you possibly could.

Then, you splashed into the water, taking Billy down with you. You felt him squeeze your arms tightly. Your hands made sure to protect the back of his head in case.

The two of you rose out of the water, everyone laughing. Billy splashed you, "You scared me!" He yelled.

It made you laugh more, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

______

"Hey Billy!" Wanda yelled from her chair. The two of you turned around and faced her. "Your dad is wanting to spend some time with you and take you out. Why don't you get dressed?" Wanda smiled at him.

Billy only sighed and nodded, turning away from Wanda and hugging you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him.

"I don't wanna go," He mumbled. It broke your heart. You always knew Vision didn't exactly get along with Billy, but he tried. Both of them tried.

Billy, had told his mom that he didn't want to do football with Tommy. He wanted to be in dance, and in drama. Vision didn't take that lightly. Claimed that Billy wouldn't be raised like that, that he would play football.

"I know buddy. But you got this! And once you get back, we'll watch a movie and I'll buy you some icecream. Alright?" You ran your fingers through his hair.

Billy's face lit up and he nodded, squeezing you tighter. You kissed his head, and Wanda's heart swelled. She knew how great you are with both boys, and it made her fall for you.

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"Hey bud!" Vision shut the door to the fence. Billy had his backpack on, all ready. You were now on the chair next to Wanda, sunbathing, but your eyes were focused on the two boys.

"Hi dad." Billy smiled and hugged both you and Wanda goodbye. Wanda hugged him tight, kissing his head and whispering something in his ear that made him giggle. He came to you next, and it was his turn to whisper in your ear, "Will you please, finally make a move on my mom?" You choked, pulling him back and looking at him wide eyed. He just laughed. For a 10 year old, he sure knew the things going on around him.

"Get outta here," You playfully poked his shoulder and he stuck his tongue out at you. Him and Vision left, and left you and Wanda alone. Her eyes were closed, taking in the sun. Her red one-peice, almost too revealing to be considered a one-peice, showed off her curves perfectly. Her cleavage, that made your mouth water. And then her sides that were turning a light pink. Your eyes went to travel to her legs, but Wanda spoke.

"Would you like to join me in the water, sweetie?'' Ms. Maximoff asked, standing up and walking to the edge of the pool.

"Of course, Ms. Maximoff." You stood and walked over to her. She had rolled her eyes at your formalities.

"Will you please stop calling me that? It makes me feel old," Wanda said, slightly towering over you.

"You aren't old," You scrunched your nose at her. The woman smiled at the compliment. And then suddenly, shoved you into the water. You screamed, and when you rose you glared at her. "Ms. Maximoff- Wanda."

The ginger raised an eyebrow, "Yes, doll?'' She spoke huskily. You had to hold back a groan.

"Will you put my sunglasses away?" You took then out of the water, where they had floated to when Wanda had pushed you in. Wanda nodded, holding out her hand. That's when you took the opportunity, grabbing her arm and she pulling her in roughly. Her hand had tightened around your wrist, trying to pull herself closer to you as she fell in. You were a giggling mess, and when she rose she just glared.

"What does your own medicine taste like, sweetheart?" You asked, mocking her a little.

Wanda rolled her eyes, letting go of you and going to float. She had a rough time though, not steadying her breath, so it wasn't working too well.

You paddled over to her, silently asking to help. Wanda nodded in understanding. Hesitantly, you had set your hand on her lower back, rising her up more. "Steady you're breathing."

Wanda looked at you, "I can't when you're touching me like this." She said boldy. You immediately dropped your hand and you were blushing like crazy. The older women started laughing, and wen to stand up. "I was kidding!"

You just laughed nervously, looking at your feet through the water. Wanda turned her head, confused at the change in your tone. Her finger found the bottom of your chin, lifting it to look at her. "Hi." She whispered lightly, with a small smile.

"Hi," You looked right back at her. Wanda didn't remove her hand, but wrapped her arms around your neck."What is it like to be this beautiful?" You asked her, hesitantly wrapping yours around her waist.

Wanda smiled bigger, her eyes flicking to your lips. "You are just as beautiful, doll. If not more." The women leaned in and kissed you deeply. You gasped, kissing her back, and backing her into the wall of the pool.

Even with the kiss as lovely a it was, you pulled away when your lungs started to burn. "I've been dreaming of this moment." Wanda confessed, bringing you in impossibly closer, burying her head in your neck.

"I have been too," You whispered, lifting her head to kiss her again. This time, Wanda lifted you to sit on the edge of the pool. You let your hands sit on her shoulders.

The two of you pulled away again, and you let out a groan. "Stop pulling away. I want to kiss you, Wanda."

Wanda laughed, starting to leave marks at your neck, sucking at you sweet point, nibbling every so often. It drove you crazy. Wanda drove you crazy. "I want to kiss you in so many places," She whispered, now leaving hickies on your chest. Wanda reached her hand behind you, pulling the string on your swimsuit, and letting it fall off your shoulders.

"People will see," You husked, even though you didn't care too much, just wanting Wanda to take you. Wanting her to take you in so many different ways.

"Just one orgasm our her baby. Let them see. Let those neighbors see. I've seen the way that Kate girl looks at you. My my, what if she saw you now? So needy for me. So needy you don't even want me to pull away from your lips," Wanda grabbed your tits, squeezing and attaching her plump lips to your nipple.

"Shit, baby," You grabbed a fistful of her hair bringing her closer. Then, at the mention of Kate's name made you look to the left, at the younger girls house. She was a very sweet woman, you actually have been on a few dates with her. Even sharing a few late nights in her bed. Wanda could almost read your mind, biting down just hard enough for you to hiss.

"Are you thinking of that slut while I'm sucking your tits? Who do you think you are, kitten? You should be thinking of me right now. No one disobeys their mommy like that." Wanda hissed, pulling your your swim bottoms down. The ginger gasped at you cunt. "You're soaked, doll. Is it the water or is this all for me, your mommy?"

"Y-yes! All for you, all for you mommy." You watched as Wanda's fingers, her nails painted black, trailed to your clit. You gasped, biting your lip. Then, she took her two fingers, and pushed them into your cunt. "Oh god." You moaned loudly, throwing your head back.

It was then she added her mouth, sucking at your clit. Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you threw your leg over her shoulder. She didn't let up, fucking you deep, curling her fingers just at the right spot. You were about to tumble over the edge. So close, so willing to give yourself up to the mother.

"C'mon, please come for me, it'd make mommy so happy." She looked up at you so innocently, like she wasn't eating you out like her life depends on it. Her words were enough, and the rope inside you snapped, and you shattered around her. "Oh that's it baby." Wanda praised, letting you ride it out, and cleaning you up.

"Thank you, thank you. Thank you Wanda." You thanked her so many times. You'd repay her with her own orgasm, but your head was empty. The women removed her fingers from you.

"Can I take you inside? To the bedroom?" Wanda asked, slipping her fingers in your mouth to clean them up. You nodded.

Wanda picked you up and carried out out of the pool, picking up your swimsuit. When the two of you got to her bedroom, she shut the door and lied you down. "I can't imagine youre on my bed right now, y/n. I've had my fingers buried in myself on this very bed, just at the thought of you. Now it's real." Wanda kissed up your thighs, then rid herself of her own swimsuit.

You groaned at her words, just imagining the woman sprawled on her bed, nothing to cover her, and her fingers buried in her pretty cunt. Wanda then reached over, her boobs right Infront of your face, she was grabbing something out of the drawer. You tried resiting, but you couldn't. You took her left nipple in your mouth, sucking gently.

What you didn't expect, but probably should've, was the cool sensation of her milk pouring into your mouth. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you grabbed her hips to keep her in place. "Oh fuck, shit. Mommy hasn't had someone do this in so long," She hissed, letting you take control.

When the first one stopped giving you the liquid, you switched to the other nipple. You felt Wanda attaching something to your hips, you were to focused on her to care though.

Until, though, you felt Wanda pull away and sink herself down, on the item attached to you. The smaller end of the strap pushing into you. You groaned, bucking your hips. "I'm so sorry, just wanted to fuck myself on you. That's it." She bounced, rubbing her own clit.

You smiled lovingly up at her, grabbing her hips and flipping the two of you. You didn't let up, pounding into her roughly, chasing both your own orgasm and trying to tumble her over the edge of her own. Wanda's mouth hung open, an 'o' shaped formed. You were growling into her ear, unsure if where the aggression came from, but noticed Wanda's reaction. "God I wanted to fuck you like this for so long Wanda. Wanted to just take you. Make you mine. All. Fucking. Mine." You sat up, gripping her neck tightly. Enough for her to keep breathing, but enough for her to get the idea.

Wanda let out a moan, and came around your cock. And then you fell apart. "Shit! Shit mommy." You whined, and buried your face in her neck.

After about an hour of basking in eachothers presence, you spoke. "I like you a lot."

"I like you too, Y/N. Why don't you stay here? Stay with me. Be with me. My girlfriend?" Wanda asked, playing with your hairs.

"Of course!" You squealed, grinning and kissing her.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you #marvel #mcu #mommy!wanda maximoff

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kobb4ni2 · 3 months

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Don't mind me just having more Sea Serpent Brainrot~

Since it's most likely that King barely has an knowledge of his culture I can see him wanting to give or make a gift for reader has apprentication for telling him of his culture. So one day when reader goes to Wano again to visit them again King hands her his gift in private unaware that the gift he gave her in his culture means he wants to marry her.

Word somehow got out that King proposed to reader and King (being the little shit he is) doesn't bother to clarify the mistake until reader next visit

[ GENDER NEUTRAL READER ]

KING MENTION KING MEMTIONED PLEASE I NEED MORE KING, ODA PLS MAKE HIM COME BACK OILED UP PLEASE!!!

I DID SOME RESEARCH ON AFRICAN WAY OF COURTINGS BECAUSE I HEARCANON KING HEAVLY AS SOMALI AND I TOOK SOME INSPO BY THIS POST!! SO IF I DID ANYTHING WRONG PLEASE DON'T HESISTATE TO CALL ME OUT ON IT!!

The blooming sakura trees, the lake streams making splashing sounds against the shore, the stream going upwards to Wano, the many gorgeous Geisha and Oirans who walks at the capital of Wano that maketh a man eyes follow where their heavy kimonos go yet nothing can pry away King's gaze from your enchanting beauty, he knows that you're an ancient sea serpent yet the way you capture his heart by your words and acts made you feel like a siren to to him, alluring and tempting, you've made many people feel this way, and he knew that yet whenever he did there's this different kind of fire in his heart, a kind of fire full of hatred and possession.

He is the only one that can feel this way, he's the only one to hold you hands or the way you hold him as he resister every atom in his body not to paint your lips purple of how much he ravish your lips, he wants to be near you all time to see beside you or be under you. . . That's why the the box that was beside King was a symbol for his devotion for you. . .

"Here."

King said as he passed you a black velvety box that is caressed with a gorgeous lace that is certainly based off the culture of the Lunarians.

"A gift? Why so?"

You said as you carefully picking up throughout box that King put in the middle, of the table, when you were done observing it you gently put it back to it place.

"Just open it."

You started at the unmask beast pirate with amusement as you slowly started to unravel the ribbon that King carefully knotted to perfection just for you but of course you didn't know that.

When you open the box, you were greeted by a gorgeous no...a rather breathtaking kimono that fits perfectly with your color scheme and oceanic aesthetic and in pair was a beaded necklace that has many Lunarian symbols, you can see by the craftsman ship that who ever made this was doing their best to make it perfect as possible.

"This..this is amazing! Are you really giving this to me Alber?!"

You said with enthusiasm, you may be an ancient but you always try your best not to squeal like a squeezed monkey whenever you receive any kind of gift by anyone, your smile, that darn smile.

The smile that drive can drive anyone wild, the laugh that bubbles up in your sweet smile, your large sharp teeth or fangs that he desperately wants on his neck, or both you lips and fangs slowly go up on his neck as you holds your neck because of such height difference as you whisper sweet nothings on his ear while you call him by his name-Alber.

"I-I don't know what to say! What do you want from return Alber?!"

"Nothing much, let me just cut a piece of your hair."

Odd request it is but who are you to judge, a small peice of your hair wouldn't hurt, plus if you ask yourself it was an uneven request. King knew that you would agree, you were the kind of person to hardly say 'no' but will say so if in desperation

"WORORORORORO! So that's were the rumors were based off huh?"

The leader of the Beast Pirate-Kaido said as he chugged down another bottle of alcohol as usual especially when it's a day of celebrating. What celebrations you might have ask? We'll a celebration because a rumour had spread around the Beast Pirates, or even outside of Wano that you were now engaged.

Many subordinates of his even asked if the rumors were even true he hasn't decline or clarify it, so the rumors spread like wildfire (like his name tehehe) and now here he was in Kaido's private chamber where he was summond by him.

"Yes Kaido-san that's how I managed to have their hand." King said as he gently held the braided hair that was now called a "loveknot" because now inside of it is a strand of your hair, a unknown declaration that both of you are now fiancé's but you don't know that yet.

"That fun and all but how did you even manage to know that information, [Name] surely have known that information." Kaido then wiped the alcohol droll of the corner of his lips and stared at his right hand man.

"It's a long story but based on some stories they gave me, I manage to track down some old libraries that has some old information such as the one that I did." King said as he smirked under his mask "And one section of a book explain Lunarians way of courting, which is incredibly rare to even find, that's the reason why they didn't know that I basically engaged them to me (Name) didn't have the prior knowledge of it."

"WORORORORORO such a devious act you did King, you might as well confront them because I can see my boy Yamato going heart eyes whenever they visit him, I've even heard Yamato declare his love to that darn sea serpent."

Kaido again picked up another bottle from his mountain pile of it and gave some to King.

"For you and your future spouse WORORORO!!"

Kaido said as he raised his cup awaiting for King raise his.

King is not the person to be tempted over such silly things but King finally managed to make you join without you even knowing it, and as a celebration he does deserve a raise of glass with Kaido with such achievement, he can't wait to shove the marriage to other pirates, marine or anyone that even shows a slight intrest on you, in their face.

"Yes Kaido-San a pure cheer for me and them."

King now raising his cup and with that made a clank with Kaidos drink.

Such simple accessories that you didn't know that you were already being wed to him, but he doesn't care, he never cares for the people or creatures he has to kill on you name, his swords tip always coated in blood just for you, even if he didn't know the way his people court others he will show you the blood stain swords he has and show you the mountain of people he had killed for your name as he knelt down to kiss your hand.

This is King's devotion to you.

Before King could even drink his sake, both him and Kaido was alarmed by the loud swipe of the shoji door and they were both greeted by your presence in a hectic state.

"King!...why are there people saying that we are engaged?!"

If you ask me what is your theme song for your King x Sea Serpent! Reader :33!!

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 2 years

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THE ARTIST AND THE ART.

Pairings: Eddie munson x Fem!reader

Summary: Eddie happens to find a picture, a beautiful one, and he wants to find who made it.

Warnings: none

Note:sorry if there is some mistakes or anything, I'm trying my best here😂

Also i don't know exactly how long it is, but its longer than the other ones I've done, BUT I PROMISE YOU ITS GOOD OK.

Eddie had his mouth agape and eyes wide as he stared down at the peice of paper he held in his hands. He had found it sitting neatly inside his locker when he had opened it a minute ago.

It wasn't a note calling him a freak or anything like he was used to but instead, it was a drawing. A drawing so delicately drawn it look like a photo.

It was so realistic, the nose, the eyes, the lips and the hair, it looked exactly like him. Which confused him.

This was something he wasn't used to, it surprised him, to say the least.

He wondered who the drawing had belonged to, he wondered who bothered to make such a masterpiece with their hands and pencil.

He admired it for minutes on end before turning away from his locker and looking around the corridor for who would give him such a thing. Finding nothing but cheerleaders with their jock boyfriends. Eddie came to the full conclusion that it would never be one of them who did it.

Eddie searched on the back for any sort of signature or indication of who made it. Nothing

He sighed and put it neatly back in this locker. Not having anything else to put it in, and he was never wanted to ruin it by folding it and putting it in his pocket, having the chance of it fall out and losing it.

The bell rang, making all the people go to their classes, filling the hallways with girls and boys of all years.

Eddie reluctantly made his way to English class, making a mental note to find the person.

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It was hard to figure out who in the right right mind would take the time out of their day to draw him, the freak.

And seen as though a lot of damn people can draw in Hawkins High, it was going to be a damn miracle if he were to find the person.

He had sat next to a girl in English who drew in her book, it wasn't anything that was realistic so he didnt know, all she did was hearts and stars.

He also looked in the library, making the librarian pray on her life, she never thought she would ever see Eddie Munson in there, but it shocked everyone in there.

He wasn't there to do anything but look, he wasn't the type to read, or sit quietly, he doesn't even know if he can be quiet. That's why he was kicked out of there pretty quickly for kicking a table in frustration.

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When he went home the day he got the picture, he had hung it on his bedroom wall, and would stare at it for hours in pure awe.

He looked for hours, days and weeks for the mystery artist but never got it. There was 2 people the hellfire group had in mind, seen as Eddie had told them about it. They had made it a mission to find them, or her.

Eddie wasn't really the person to care for things like this. It not only shocked himself but the whole club when he came running to them with a big smile on his face at lunch in the cafeteria.

"Guys, guess what I found in my locker this morning!" Eddie panted

"What?" Garath asked curiously

"Take a look at this boys" Eddie held the drawing out to show them.

"Woah"

"Damn"

"Who did that" the boys all gasp, trying to grab it off the munson boy.

"Hey! You're gonna rip it" Eddie shouted at the guys, making them all sit back down at just look at it.

"Its beautiful, isn't it?"

"I mean yeah, it would be if it wasn't a picture of you" Mike joked making Eddie throw a handful of nuts at him.

"Who drew it?" Dustin inquired

"That's the thing, I have no idea" Eddie shrugged.

"What, so there's no signature or anything?" Jeff asked.

"If there was a signature, I think I would know who it is and tell you" Eddie rolled his eyes

"Well, we gotta find who drew it" Dustin said

"Obviously" Eddie nodded in agreement

From then on, they made it a search for them.

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It had been three weeks after the picture first showed up in his locker. So you could imagine the surprise he got when another one appeared. It was as beautiful as the first one, he was in a different pose than the one before but it still looked exactly like him.

Eddie honestly felt swoon. The first one made him feel things too but knowing they take the time to draw him more than once tipped him over the edge, he felt special.

He felt like he was living a dream. It wasn't every day Eddie got given the gift to be drawn, where someone liked him so much to sketch him out.

Even if they didn't give him the chance to know who they were, he admired the bravery for giving them to him, even if it wasn't in person, it was something he could never be able to do, let alone actually being able to draw.

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Eddie wondered around the halls, he got kicked out of miss O'donnell's class so now he's looking for an empty class to hide out in.

He heard music coming down the corridor, it wasn't really the type of music that would intrigue Eddie. It wasn't anything metal but it just made him curious cause the music room were on the other side of the school.

He peeked through each door window, looking for the music as it got louder and louder. Until he got to a slightly open door, with echoing Cyndi Lauper's 'girls just wanna have fun'. He peeked through the door, opening it even more as his body pushed him through. He couldn't see her face but her hair was in a high ponytail, wearing a cheer uniform, the skirt and hair moving as she danced side to side to the music. She moved to the side and that's when he saw a painting, it was simple, and it wasn't finished but he could tell she was painting what she saw from the window, the big tree that many sat underneath with a little pond next to it. It already looked amazing. She cleaned her brush off with water to get a different colour without it mixing and ruining it.

Eddie watched as she brushed the canvas delicately with the long wooden stick which had a lovely shade of green paint on it.

He walked in quietly, eager to see who the girl is. It was most definitely not going to be the person who drew him but he just wanted to see who it was.

There was a lot of cheerleaders, meaning a lot of them had similar hair. Whether it was long and blonde, red and straight, black and short or brunette and wavy.

So he might've had an idea of who it was if he actually paid attention to the popular group, but he didn't so he has no clue.

Eddie wouldn't really say he's being creepy, staring at her without her knowing, he would say it's more admiring from afar, even if he wasn't that far from her. A metre at most.

He accidentally stepped on something and crushed it, making a noise that the girl didn't even notice through the blasting music, which he was thankful for.

That's was until to music faded when he stubbed his toe on the leg of a table, making the girl jump and turn around quickly, frightened by the sudden noise. Soon enough that had ticked Eddie's brain, Y/n.

"Sorry" he held his hands out to the girl, kind of like some sort of defense if she were to throw something at him like he was an attacker, and she was, until she locked eyes with him and completely stopped any movement she had.

"What are you doing here?" you asked in a panicked manner

"Sorry, I just heard the music and got curious" he apologised

"Maybe address yourself next time, ok?" You sighed at turned around.

"Well, would you of let me in if I did?" Eddie questioned.

"You'll never know" you shrugged

"I know you and your friends think I'm a freak but-"

"I don't think you're a freak" you cut him off

"Oh" he smiled at you.

"Well, would it be a stretch to ask you something...bizarre?" Eddie pondered

"Depends on the question" you said, turning around to get back to your painting, and to hide the way your face flushed at the chance he knew it was you who drew him.

"Well it's kinda stupid, it's obviously not you so just forget it" he stammered

"Well you'll never know who it is who drew you if you don't ask" you laughed cluelessly that you said something you shouldn't have

"How do you know about that?" Eddie asked

"Hm?" You hummed in response, not trusting your mouth to let words fall out.

"How do you that's what I was gonna ask?" Eddie wondered out loud

"Do you know who it is?" He asked

"I've heard you and your club talking about it" you half-lied. You had heard them talking about it, but you didn't tell him it was you.

"Oh, ok. Well, I'll just leave you here, let you get back to your painting. So uh, bye Y/n" he said before leaving before letting you say anything. You eyes shut tightly as your lips pursed in a thin line before letting out a defeated sigh.

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"Anything yet?" Gareth asked

"Well not really no" Eddie sighed

"What you mean, not really?"Dustin questioned

"Well I suspected Y/n when I saw her painting in the room, I was going to ask her but chickened out and then she was like "oh you'll never know who drew it then" but then she said she heard us talking so that's off the table" Eddie explained, trying to imitate your voice.

"Dude, she was totally lying to you" Mike laughed dryly

"Why would she lie, she has nothing to hide" Eddie raised an eyebrow

"You are painfully oblivious" Dustin shook his head.

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Dustin made it his job to watch you, not creepily, but because he wants to prove it was you who drew him, that it was you who had the boy swoon for about a month by now.

You hadn't done anything for a few weeks now and Dustin wouldn't know because he doesn't see you drawing in class or anything cause you're in different years so you don't share any classes, but you had drawn one more.

This one was simple, not as realistic as the others. But it still looked exactly like him, you knew it would probably be the last one you would do. He was too close to knowing it was you. You wouldn't let him know, that was the whole point in not giving it to him in person, or signing it with your name.

Dustin watched as you walked through the completely empty hallway, the hallway that contained Eddie's locker. You looked around to see if anyone was around before slipping the paper through the gap and quickly leaving. Dustin smiled cheekily before running out of there and to the cafeteria.

"Guess what I just saw" he said in a sing-song tone while giggling

"What now, Henderson?" Eddie smiled sarcastically

"I saw Y/n put a drawing in your locker" he jumped up and down

"No, she didn't, she said it wasn't her" Eddie sighed

"Well you said she didnt actually say it wasn't her. But I literally saw her, go check your locker" Dustin crossed his arms

"The things I do for you" the munson boy said before getting up and leaving with the club trailing behind him

He opened his locker and found one, laying there perfectly, like the others. He held it up and showed it to the guys

"Well what do I do?" Eddie asked cluelessly

"TALK TO HER" all the boys yelled at him

"where is she?" He questioned

"Well she was walking towards the art rooms" Dustin replied making Eddie run to the room from before. Making sure to shut his locker and keep the drawing in his hand.

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"Hello? It's me, Eddie" he announced himself, making you turn with a slight smile

"Come in" you giggled

"Wow. Looks like you did let me in" he joked

"What can I help you with?" You asked politely

"Nothin' much, just wondering if the artist would sign her art" he held the drawing out, seeing your cheeks immediately flush in a soft pink while blinking

"It's not m-"

"Dustin saw you put it in my locker" Eddie beamed at you

"Well um. Sure I guess" you put down you paint brush and walked close to him, grabbing the drawing off him and putting it down on a desk, getting a pen out of your bag and signing it neatly with your name with a little heart next to it

Eddie smiled at you and took it from your hands gently, making your soft fingers brush again his rough ones.

"You're really good, I admire your art" he confessed

"Good to see you admire yourself" you laugh

"I could teach you sometime, if you'd like" you suggested

"Yeah, I'd like that" Eddie nodded while his cheeks turn warm

"Great"

"Would you maybe wanna, I don't know, hang out sometime, not to draw but like, to uh, I guess like a-"

"A date? Yeah, I'd like that" you helped him out by finishing his sentence for him

"Oh? I thought you would say no, well that's great, amazing, thank you. Um, are you free tomorrow?" He asked surprised

"Yeah"

"I'll pick you up and we could go to the mall or whatever you like, or not, that's totally fine"

"I'd rather we do something we both want to do" you smiled, you know he wouldn't want to spend his day at the mall with you.

"Ok then, I could take you out for dinner at Enzo's, although I probably won't be able to afford much, I'm sorry" he spoke softly

"That's fine, I don't really care what we do as long as we both enjoy it" you said

"This isn't out of pity, right? I'm not gonna make you go" he looked down

"I wouldn't draw you and give it to you if I didn't like you, Eddie. I'm just sorry it wasn't in person" you replied, stepping closer to him.

"I like you too" he looked back up at you, taking a slow step closer to you.

"I'm glad" you grabbed his clammy hands and went up on your tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek.

"I'll see you soon" Eddie said before quickly walking out of the room leaving you there smiling like a child.

he ran through the door a moment later, silently panting

"I need your number"

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I hope you liked that😭 it took a lot of time, ngl, about 2 hours😂

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x henderson!reader #fanfic #joseph quinn #steve harrington #eddie munson imagine #imagines #eddie munson x shy!reader #eddie stranger things #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #fluff

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part-time-zombie · 3 months

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It's honestly heartbreaking how little we see of who abigail really is. So much of her is merely a reflection of what other people want from her or who she pretends to be for them, but there isn't very much about her authentic self and who she is when she's alone.

Will wants to see a survivor in her, proof that if she can endure this trauma and emerge whole and without corruption then so can he. He saw her as a manifestation of his own struggle and guilt, he needed to protect her since he never felt safe. He placed himself as a nurterer to her, someone who can understand her and help her grow into someone good so he can too.

Hannibal saw himself in her. Wounded, terrified, alone and betrayed, he saw the child he once was and sought to mold thos new child in his image. He saw the look of recognition on her face when she ate at his table, and understood that she had also fed on others the same way he fed on his sister. He saw the opportunity to guide her through this darkness in a way he never was, and all of his attempts at helping her also isolated her and kept her reliant on him, so he could better craft her in his image.

Alana saw the good in everyone, and she fought to prove that goodness in abigail. When she knew she couldn't help will, she turned to abigail as another wounded bird to nurse back to health. Alana wanted to protect her long shattered innocence, and as so coddled and cared for her even when it wasn't in her best interest.

Jack wanted answers, and hoped he'd find them in her. He needed to solve every case and lock every killer up in the hopes that it would somehow make up for his inability to find and save Miriam. The shrike case, though closed, was not solved in a satisfying enough manner for him, and he looked to abigail for answers when she clearly was not able or willing to provide them. She was just another peice of the puzzle to him.

Freddie saw opportunity in her. She saw a glimpse of abigails resolution, her drive to keep her be clean, and found a chance at fame by proxy, using her desperation for deliverance to further her fame and maybe even take up a prodigy as eager to write as she is.

Even with her father she is pretending. She waves cheerily at him when she visits him at work, she is warm and casual during breakfast. She focuses on the hunt and never questions him. She let's him guide her, pointing out the next girl for her to meet, who she wears a practiced smile and performed friendliness to, even when she knows what will happen.

I don't know much about who she is when she is alone. What music does she listen to, what shows does she watch? Does she read and if so, what? Does she like puzzles or games or animals, did she ever like hunting? How did she learn to escape the hospital, and why could t we have joined her on one of those nights out? Who is abigail hobbs, when she is herself?

#abigail hobbs #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will and hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #jack crawford #alana bloom #freddie lounds #garret jacob hobbs

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amaramizuki666 · 11 months

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Shared sensation part.6

Danny walked through the main doors of his haunt. His beloved nestled soundly aginst his chest, sleeping peacefully. Danny didnt care that this man was a clone of the soulmate who rejected him. Danny has nothing aginst clones. And elle will be ecstatic to know her new dad is like her.

On a more personal note, danny dosent hold any grudge aginst his darlings original. Sure his previous soulmate may have rejected him but they where kids. And after haveing a few years to think about it, it made since to danny why his previous soulmate would brake their bonds.

Danny isnt stupid he remembers the pain. The pain that his soulmate endured nightly. Danny figured that his soulmate cut the bond to protect him. So sure he dosnt hold any grudges aginst the guy, but he does wish the guy would have talked to danny before destroying the thing danny cherished most. So no, no grudges, hes just a bit bitter.

"Danny your back after than I thought" sam says as she walks up next to him peering over his shoulder to see the boy sleeping s look soundly in his arms. "Damn hes cute, better not fuck this up dumbass" sam states and danny nodded at her words. "I wont be. He is mine and I will keep him by my side" danny says passively as he continues down the windy halls of his haunt.

"And what if he wants to be in the liveing realm? The GIW are still a threat you know" sam says her voice like static as she topic turns to the GIW. "Then we will live in the human world until he is ready to live here, and with the GIW I think I could use a side project. I've let them live far too long" danny says his voice like ice, his haunt bending to his emotions starts to frost over.

"Well ok then be careful, ttyl I got to go meet up with tuck for a gaming sesh" sam says and leaves. She knows when to not push things. She was bad at that before. Always wanting to know, always pushing boundaries. But over time danny relized she was just testing him, to see if he will leave her too. Which fuck that she is one of his fright.

Danny is taken from his inner monologue as he reached the doors to his room. They opend on his command and gently closed themselves behind him.

His room was decently sized. The walls where a dark purple that mixed into the starry sky of his selling. He had a balcony, a vanity, a dresser, a rug with star shapes on it that looked like he bought it from target.

Danny walked over to his large king sized bed and layed his beloved down gently. Danny examined him. Danny looked at the boys shut eyes and peaceful expression. The halfa moved a strand of his loves long raven hair from his face smiling softly.

Danny's eyes trailed down to the bloodied one peice tight black body suit his darling was wearing. Then his eyes traveled down to the silver bracelet clampt tightly to his beloved's wrist.

Danny scowled and reached over grabbing onto the bracelet. He let his ice corse through his palm to a point. He then grappled the bracelet and snapped it. Danny dosnt want his other half to think lesser of himself because of his clone status. Elle whent through that, being in Danny's shadow, and he wants to spare his love the pain.

Danny sighed and stood up walking over to his wardrobe and pulled out an oversized sweater and some black work out tights for his love to change into when he wakes up. Danny would do it for him but he doesn't want to make him uncomfortable.

"Ugg" a soft groan echos through the room and danny is beside is bed in moments. He watched (unblinking like a creep) his beloved's azure blue eyes flutter but stay shut.

He can tell his love his takeing stock of his surroundings. He sees as he slows his breath and focuses on his other senses. Danny knows his love noticed him beside him. He love seems to have been trained.

But by who? Did they take him put of his pod occasionally to train him? Or did they stuff knowledge into his brain as they grew him?

"I know your awake" danny says his voice soft yet firm. He sees his loves body stiffen. His core hums with hurt as his loves fear of him. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise" danny says trying to coast his love to stop the charade.

His beloved's azure eyes open and hold his gaze with a glare. One that says try me. "Who are you? what do you want with me?" The man asks firmly, his unwavering gaze feels like a storm at sea ready to drag him to the depths.

A grin tugs on phantoms lips. "I'm danny phantom, king of the dead and never born. And as what I want with you, surely you can feel that for your self, cant you?" Danny says his voice taunting as he rests his hand on his hip.

The man sits up slowly studying danny looking him up and down as if searching desperately for something. Danny waited for his loves replay. "Danny? As in danny Fenton?" The man questions his voice and face lack any emotion. Danny is the opposite his face probably showed the considerable shock he was in. That was not the replay he was expecting to that statement. How did his love know his human name?

Part. 5

#writing prompt #writing #danny phantom #dialogue prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #dc #dc comics #batfam #my writing #clone tim

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