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iinsertblognamee · 7 months

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bluey and phonecalls

summary ― your son misses sam

pairing ― sam kerr x foord!reader

warning/s ― fluff, mentions of pregnancy

“Mama?”

Theodore looked up at you, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes as he let out a small yawn. You let out a small ‘coo’ as you ran your fingers through his hair and placing his bowl down in front on him. His younger sister, Hazel, was giggling to herself as she smashed her cut up fruit all over her highchair.

“Yes baby?”

“Where’s mummy? I wanna watch Bluey with her?”

It was no secret that the last few months have been pretty hectic for your growing family. Sam helping Chelsea win the FA Women’s cup and then moving straight onto getting for the World Cup. During all that madness Theo had celebrated his fourth birthday and you had found out your were expecting yours and Sam’s third child.

With all that, Theo had started to notice that Sam wasn’t around as much but still didn’t quite grasp why. Sam was currently at training getting ready for their game against Denmark. After being put on the bench due to her calf playing up, Sam had made it her mission to enure she would be back on that field as fast a possible and as much as you knew how important this World Cup was for her and the team, you couldn’t help but feel sad. Your children were missing out on spending time with their mummy and you were missing out on spending time with your wife.

“She’s at training baby, but we’re gonna go watch her play tonight with Nana!” You let excitement fill your voice, knowing that the uplifting tone would get him more excited for tonight.

“With Aunty Cat-Cat?” A smile fills your lips, as you run your fingers through his hair once again before placing a kiss on the top of his forehead. “Yeah baby, Aunty Cailtin will be there too!”

It was no secret that Sam was his favourite person in the whole wide world, from the second he could kick in your womb, it was very clear that Sam was his person. Her adore everything she did, whether it was kick game-winning goals or flip pancakes in the morning - Theo didn’t care, she could do no wrong. The pair were two peas in a pod, Theo demanding that Sam teach him anything and everything about football (which, of course she loved).

Although Sam was his everything, there was one other person on this planet that Theo loved almost as much, your sister, Miss Caitlin Foord. Whether it was the football or the fact that she spoils him rotten anytime she’s around he loved her.

“Can they come over now mama? I just wanna watch one show” His small voice breaks your heart a little, his plead with those big brown eyes starring up at you. A small frown appears on your face, as you shake your head “I’m sorry baby, they’re busy at the moment but we can still watch it together?”

He lets out a small okay, as he takes a few bites of cereal. Hazel let out a squeal as she continued to bang on the highchair, your attention turning away from Theo and onto her.

“Oh my goodness! Look at my messy baby” Hazel giggles even louder as you make your way over to her - wiping off the fruit and picking her out of her highchair. A small grunt leaving your lips - your pregnant belly making it difficult for you to hold onto her.

“Mama be careful!” Theo jumping down from his chair and running towards you - his arms up, ready to take Hazel out of your arms. “It’s okay baby, I got this”. You made your way, slowly, to the living room - Theo watching your every move (just like his mother).

You placed Hazel in her play pen, before settling yourself down on the couch next to your son.

“How bout we watch some bluey together? Would that be okay?” You watched Theo think about it for a few seconds, his eyebrows frowning for a second before he nods his head. “Okay mama, we do that”

You let out a small laugh as you pull him closer to you and place another kiss on his forehead. Bringing the blanket from next to you over both your bodies, Theo got himself comfortable around your bump - his little hand placed right where Sam would normally have it. The sound of the Bluey intro was enough to pull his attention away as you pulled out your phone - clicking on Sam’s contact.

yn; hey baby, you busy?

You bring your attention over to Hazel for a few seconds, would was happily playing in her pen with all the toys your mum and sisters had spoilt her with when you had arrived back in Australia.

The buzz of your phone takes your attention away.

sam; having a break for some food

sam; i got about 15 minutes

yn; hows your calf?

sam; much better

sam; the physio did wonders on it

sam; reckon i could be playing tonight

yn: that’s so good baby!

yn: we’ll be in the crowd cheering you on

sam; my favourite thing in the world

sam; did you see what i left out for you to wear tonight?

yn: the jersey with foord on it?

sam; funny.

sam; last i remember the ring on your finger means youre a kerr now

yn: i love you mrs kerr

sam; that what i thought

yn: you nervous ?

sam; a little

sam; i wanna do right by the team

sam; and i feel like i’ve let everyone down the past couple of games

yn: you haven’t baby

yn: I promise

sam; how’s the kids going? Not giving you trouble are they?

yn: nah

yn: they’re being good

yn: Theo is missing you lots though

yn: he wanted to watch bluey with you

sam; my poor little man

sam; give me a second and i’ll call

yn: okay, i love you

sam; i love you too

You turned your attention back to the screen, the intro of a new episode was playing, Theo’s attention glued onto his favourite show. The intro hadn’t even finished before your phone started ringing, Sam’s name flashing across the screen.

“Baby look! It’s mummy!” Theo’s face lit up, the phone leaving your grip in an instant.

“Hi Mummy!” Theo squealed, his body jumping up and down with excitement. The loud squeals were enough to set Hazel off, wanting to be apart of whatever she felt she was missing out on. You triple check that Theo was okay on the couch before getting yourself off the couch.

“Hi Baby! Whatcha doing?” You hear Sam’s voice follow through the speakers as Hazel claps her hands and looks up at you. Picking her up once again, a small grunt leaving your lips brings the attention of both your wife and first child.

“Mama!”

“Love?”

“I’m okay!” you assure them both as you bring you and Hazel back to the couch, your daughter squealing once again once she sees Sam on the phone.

“What are you guys doing?” Sam asks once again, both kids attention completely on the phone screen.

“Watching Bluey with mama” Sam lets out a small chuckle, as you shake your head in the background. You and Sam had seen every single bluey episode there was. It being a fan favourite in your household (and the main attraction for the 24 hour plane trip from London to Sydney).

“That sounds fun! Have you been looking after our girls for me bubs?” Theo nodded his head, with a very serious look on his face. Your heart beating just that little bit faster. Sam was very protective over her family, which your son had noticed and of course copied.

“Of course mummy! I even helped mummy get Hazel ready”

You nodded your head in agreement, as you placed a kiss on the back of his head before adding “He did. Such a good big boy aren’t you baby”.

You catch the sound of Sam’s teammates in the background, already knowing that Sam would need to say her goodbyes soon enough. Looking down into your arms, Hazel was fast asleep.

“Are you coming home soon?” His little voice breaks both yours and Sam’s hearts, knowing this wasn’t going to end well.

“I’m sorry baby, i’m at training getting ready for tonight’s game” You could see Theo’s shoulders drop in disappointment, Sam noticing as well. “But! But baby, you and mama and Hazel are coming to watch us tonight so i’ll get to see you really really soon at the stadium. How does that sound huh?”

You could see that Theo was torn between his emotions, the noise of the matidlas getting louder and you could see Sam watching Theo - waiting for his response. “We watch bluey together tomorrow?” He shyly asks, looking between you and the phone.

“Of course baby! We can watch Bluey all day long tomorrow, but only if your promise to look after mama for me tonight and cheer for us!”

Yet again, Theo nodded his head with purpose, these new ‘comands’ practically written in stone for your son. “I will mummy, I’ll cheer the loudest”

“I know you will baby, but look. I need to go back to training but I can’t wait to see you tonight okay. I love you so much”

“I love you mummy”

“Love you Sam” you add on, as she blows you both a kiss before the call disconnects.

Theo waits a few seocnds after the call to end before turning his body towards yours “Mama”

“Yes baby”

“Can we wait Bluey until we go watch mummy play”

This was going to be a long day.

#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagines #sam kerr imagine #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader

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cameronspecial · 8 months

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I'm Here

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Taking care of kids can be stressful, especially when running on low sleep. Good thing Rafe is a supportive husband.

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Y/N had been home all day with three-year-old Mila and newborn Parker. It had been a stressful day for the mother with the former refusing to eat anything her mother made and the latter refusing to stop crying her little head off. She is on the verge of crying and she wants to call Rafe for backup, but she knows he has important meetings today. “How about a nice plate of dumplings? Mommy can order some,” Y/N offers her three-year-old. Mila shakes her head defiantly and crosses her arms, “NO!” The shout triggers her younger sister into another round of screaming. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut and rounds the corner to go pick up her crying daughter. “Mila, please don’t shout around Parker. You know it upsets her,” she chides her eldest. This causes Mila to start her own crying and this stresses Y/N out even more. The mother starts bouncing the baby up and down to see if it will calm her.

At that moment, Rafe enters through the front door wearing his dress shirt with the sleeves buttoned up his forearm, his tie untied and hanging from his neck, and in black dress pants. His hair is devilishly run through by his fingers. This sexy business look is the reason why Parker was born. Y/N can’t admire her husband’s handsomeness because the newborn baby in her arms starts wiggling like crazy. Y/N’s face contorts to stress, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafe. “Are they going through another phase?” he asks, coming to give her a kiss. Y/N relishes in the feeling of his lips, “Yes. One doesn’t want to eat anything and the other won’t stop crying. I don’t know what is going on.” Tears start to swell in her eyes as her frustration starts to creep to the surface. Rafe sits beside her on the couch and gives her back a reassuring rub. He places a kiss on her temple and takes Parker into his arms.

“It’s okay, I’m here. Why don’t you let me take care of the kids? I know you can handle it, but I also know you didn’t get a lot of sleep last night because you were taking care of Parker so that I could get to work on time. I am very grateful for that, so why don’t you take a nap while I take care of the kids,” he suggests, walking over to Mila and placing her on her chair at the table. Y/N closes her eyes and takes a small nap. When she wakes up, she can’t help but notice the silence and gush at the sight before her. Rafe is in the kitchen cutting strawberries into a star shape. Every few cuts, he would move Parker’s bassinet back and forward. Once all of the strawberries are cut, Rafe moves on to flipping the grilled cheeses on the stove. He plates the sandwiches and cuts them into a heart shape. He makes sure to eat any of the excess food so it doesn’t go to waste.

He puts the strawberries onto the plate next to the sandwich and adds some square-shaped cucumbers too. He takes one plate over to Mila, who is watching Bluey while she patiently waits for her food, and brings the other one over to his wife. He checks over his shoulder to make sure that Mila is eating her food and gives Y/N a kiss on the lips. “I know you haven’t eaten, so please eat,” he whispers against her lips. Y/N gives him a relieved smile and takes the plate into her hands, “Thank you. How did you get Mila to eat and Parker to stop crying?” Rafe sits beside her and brings her onto his lap. “It took some bargaining to get Mila to eat. She would eat whatever I made her if I cut it into a pretty shape. And to get Parker to stop crying, I found blankie and it made her stop crying,” he tells her.

Y/N ahh’s in understanding as to what she did wrong. She doesn’t feel like a bad parent for forgetting those details about her daughters, she knows her tiredness was the reason behind it. She is just thankful that Rafe was there to help support her.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x y/n #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine #rafe x reader #rafe obx #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x you #dad!rafe cameron #dad!rafe #rafe cameron blurb

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why4anne · 3 months

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Daylight

Part: 7/?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Category: Social Media au

Summary: Follow the love story of a global pop icon and a monegasque F1 driver

Face claim: Taylor Swift (Singing) + others

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2022

theathletesgala

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theathletesgala:

Musical guest and award presenter Y/N L/N is in the building. She's wearing a stunning Versace gown and a killer cat eye.

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yourusername: 🫶🫶

y/nenjoyer: she looks STUNNING!!

girlypopy/n: Dare I say... Revenge dress?

vintagel/n: Oh, definitely!

holyleclerc: It's giving Princess Diana

lonely4lifer: Charles, look at what you lost

havemyleclerc: She is the one who fumbled

summery/n: Y/N lost a second tier F1 driver, Charles lost global pop icon, highest streamed female artist, the woman, the myth, the legend Y/N L/N

leclerctingzz: He's not a second tier F1 driver, he's the future of Ferrari

ubery/n: How many WDC?

childofdivorce: Auntie Blake pick me up I'm scared

lewishamilton: @/donatella_versace you outdid yourself with this dress

donatella_versace: Donatella VERSACE💜

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It's a star-studded event here tonight. Multiple athletes have now made their way onto the red carpet including:

Formula 1 drivers Charles Leclerc, Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton, Footballers Neymar and Alex Morgan, Gymnast Simone Biles, Figure-skater Tessa Virtue and NFL Quarterback Joe Burrow

Keep your eyes open for your favorite athlete to arrive!

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joeyb_9: Such a well organized event!

lewishamilton: Blessed to be here🙏

charles_leclerc: Happy to be included❤️

alexmorgan13: This will be so much fun

moreleclerc: Putting Neymar and Charles beside each other is CRAZY

lilttley/n: Okay but can we talk about how both Lewis Hamilton AND Joe Burrow interacted on the post about Y/N earlier??

gemmal/n: Y/N now has the chance to do the funniest thing ever and get with Max Verstappen

home4l/n: STOP- that would be too iconic

justleclerc: The world is not ready for that sort of chaos

theathletesgala

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Miss Y/N L/N what a performance!🙌👏

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heavenlyy/n: Mother did not come to play tonight!

realy/nfan: fr! She saw that both of her exes were in attendance and said "hold my wine glass"

unifiedy/n: Singing ATW and you're loosing me back to back while STARING at table number 12 (Charles and Neymar's table) is absolutely FOUL!

justl/nthingz: She's so cunty, I love it!

l/ny/nfavorite: Okay but why is no one talking about how she literally sang silver springs by Fleetwood Mac and in true Stevie Nicks fashion was glaring daggers into Charles while doing so!!!!!???

bluey/n: next level balls frfr!

bobbiey/n: Okay but that outfit??? Mother ATE!🔥

holyl/n: Ass out and everything for Charles to see🤭

justy/nfans: I just know that that man will go home and cry himself to sleep tonight

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After receiving an anonymous tip from a reliable source, it seems as if Y/N L/N left the athletes gala after party with one of the guests of the night. Who it was is still unclear but stay tuned on celebritynews for more information!

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summery/n: This girl is a wag at heart

flowersbyl/n: That's so true! She does love her athletes😭

y/nleftpinkynail: Honestly she's so real for that😍

l/nbyy/n: Just like me fr!

chad.larsen: She's such a slut!🙄

leclerc_l/n: Bro GTFO with your musty ass comments!!🤢

brianyoung: Watch out whoever it is. She's gonna write a song about you😵‍💫

littley/n: It's almost like THAT'S HER FUCKING JOB???🤯

greenflowers: misogyny☕️

l/nhouse: Okay but who was it???!!!!

justagirl: I think it was Joe Burrow, did you see how he was looking at her while she was performing??😍

godlyy/n: I hope with my entire being that it's Max Verstappen💀

slayvettel: That would be too iconic!!

icemanfan: Y'all tripping, it's gotta be Lewis!

heavenlyy/n: HOLD UP! What if it was Neymar??

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#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc social media au #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc x female reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #formula 1 social media au #f1 social media au #f1 fic #f1 imagine

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solar-sunnyside-up · 11 months

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imma day dream bout a functioning comfy world for a sec,,, im watching bluey and feeling idealistic and v pregnant so stick with me while i day dream Putting out your garbage bin at night, and in the morning having a cup of tea on my porch watching as the garbage bin comes by and they wave at me, maybe sometimes i catch them and give them a snack for later in the day Taking the bus but instead of it being a horrible ordeal the bus stop is comfortable and covered in plants. Its got a fruit stand, overly comfy seating with wind chimes creating some ambient music while waiting for the bus.

Going to the library with a giant list organized by books and items your borrowing and craft supplies, walking into the library its like an archive of stuff for you to have without worry.

Biking your way casually to a park thats holding a movie night, a picnic basket attached on the back, and meeting up with your friends on the way over at sunset just as they start airing the bloopers before the movie starts and you settle in.

Spending sleepless nights in a cafe with an open ceiling so stars pour in while you paint some project and work away while sipping tea until sunrise. Catch up with a neighbour who wakes up early to deliver mail on the way out

Grocery delivery day where the little kids around you are buzzing all day, keeping an eye out the window for the delivery truck, cheering filling the house when it shows up and the adults get to work to help bring in the supplies. Offering a tea or snack for the deliverer and chatting a while.

#add your own ppl ill add more later #day dreams #solarpunk world #solarpunk writing #solarpunk #hopepunk #fuck capitalism

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huggybearluvr · 15 hours

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Request for Nico Hischier!!

Y/n and Nico have a son who is older than their daughter and when their daughter has a little crush on one of Nico's teammates sons who just happens to be friends with Nico's son (don't know if that makes sense or not)

Rosie Cheeks | nh13

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Summary: Your Life long best friend ask you to watch her son, Luca, who just so happens to be your son, Ronan's, Best friend for a week over the summer. You and your husband Nico agree however, you daughter, Lila, has the biggest crush on Luca.

Warnings: None

As you woke up beside your husband you could hear the approaching footsteps from down the hall. You bedroom door was slowly pushed open as you rolled away from your husband to see which child was there.

You smiled seeing your daughter, you waved her over gently lifting her onto the bed as she crawled in between you and NIco.

"Good morning lovey," You smiled kissing your daughters head as she began to poke at Nicos back.

"Daddy, wake up!" She said continuing her attack on his back.

He rolled over smiling, as his hands found her sides tickling her, smiling even harder at her giggles.

"Daddy, Luca is coming today!" She squelled in excitement.

"Someones excited," Nico laughed.

"More like someone has a crush," You smiled, getting up out of bed looking over to Nico who starred at you with furrowed eye brows.

He looked down at your daughter as her cheeks glazed a light pink, at the mention of her having a crush on the boy.

"Someones cheeks are all pink," You laughed heading into your bathroom.

You checked your phone seeing that your friend would be dropping off Luca in about fifteen minutes.

"Neeks!" You called out from the bathroom. He scooped up Lila and headed to the bathroom.

"Yes?" He asked.

"They're gonna be here in fifteen, I'll take Ms. Rosie cheeks and you can go get Ronan ready for the beach?"

"Absolutely," He smiled places Lila down and kissing your head before heading to your sons room.

You picked up Lila taking her to her room to pick out a swim suit and outfit for the day.

"Alright lovey, do you wanna wear your pink suit or yellow?" You asked holding up both the options.

"Yellow!" She said excitedly taking it from your hand.

You helped her get dressed, before heading back to your bedroom to find Nico and Ronan sat on the bed watching Bluey.

You lifted Lila, onto the bed and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

As you were cutting fruit you heard the front door open. You best friend had arrived with Luca.

You smiled heading to the living room to greet them.

Your friend was quick to pull you into her arms singing out a string of thank you's.

"Of course, were happy to watch him!" You responded taking his bags from her husband.

Luca said his goodbyes to his parents and made himself comfy on the couch as Nico brought the kids out for breakfast.

You settled his things into Ronan rooms and joined them all for breakfast.

After everyone was done you got yourself ready and headed to the car.

"You look pretty," Luca spoke looking over to Lila sat in her car seat.

Her cheeks glazing a shade of pink once again.

You looked over smiling at Nico to find him staring down Luca through the rear view mirror. You were quick to slap his arm.

As you arrived at the beach the kids were quick to run ahead of you.

As you found a spot you set up the umbrella and towels helping the kids to remove their cover ups.

"Can we go to the water?" Your son asked tugging on your hand.

"Of course!" You smiled taking his and Luca's hand. Nico picked Lila up following you to the water. The boys were quick to let go and play at the water's edge.

Lila on the other hand would not let her dad put her down, "Daddy no." She squealed as he want to put her down, "Scary," She whispered in his ear hiding her face in his neck.

You stepped over rubbing her back," baby, there's no reason to be scared."

Luca walked over to where you were standing taking hold of Lila's hand," Lila, I promise you'll be okay, I'll be here the whole time," He smiled.

She slowly pulled her head up nodding at Nico to put her down. She took slow steps following Luca laughing as the water hit her feet.

"See not too bad," Luca smiled.

You took Nicos hand sitting in the sand watching the kids as they played on the edge. Noticing the never ending rosie cheeks littering your daughters face.

#nico hischier #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fic #nico hischier x y/n #new jersey devils #dad nico hischier

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ihatebottles · 10 months

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hi! happy season 8!!! or 11 if you go by broadcast

i made a list of all the programming bender scrolls past on their TV in episode 141:

Cosinefeld

Jupiter’s Next Top Model

Shatner’s Creek

Friends Reunion Reunion

The Steady-State Universe Theory

Unexplained Friday Night Lights

Mets vs. Godzilla

Next Week Yesterday

The [“A” in Alien Language 1]-Team

TruthBusters

Regular Ghost: Coast to Coast

Downton Crabby

Wide Wide World of Quarks

Star Trek: The Original Reboot

Disenpantment

The Mare of Neutropolis

Better Call Cthulhu

A Quiet Place: Live!

The Queen’s 8-bit

Plaid Programming

The Marvelous Mrs. Poopenmeyer

Buckminster Full House

Fonfon Ru Crashers

Stanley Tucci: Searching for Alderaan

The Sex Lives of Amazonian Women

π‘s Company

Melllvar Place

Alien vs. Predator vs. Bluey

Queer Eye for the Straight Line Segment

America Lacks Talent

Say No to the Overalls!

Married with Pupae

The Sims’ Sons

Infomercial: The Bowflexo

Fleaborg

Pimp My Hovercraft

Grey Alien’s Anatomy

The Botfather

Family Gorn

Will and Grkrk

0.999 [repeating] Full House

Sandcrab and Son

All in the Phylum

Look Who Glorbin’ 2

30 Rock from the Sun

American Holo Story

Back to the Present

M*A*T*H

The Best Dental Dam Show Period

CSI: Ceta Alpha Ⅴ

Just Disruptor Blast Me

News at √11

The Lego NewsHour

Rick & Morky

Everybody Loves Raygun

Halitos15

Blasterpiece Theatre

Frank Herbert’s Name That Dune

TCU Hypnotoads vs. Georgia Bullfrogs

Two and a Third Mutants

SporkCenter

Fargo But In Space

Quantum Nonlocal News

Smizmar Island

NYPD Ultraviolet

Yak Chat

Monday Night Rollerball

and the stuff that’s onscreen when fry is looking at fulu:

People Who Enjoy Mediocre Dramas Also Enjoy…

Slurm Dog Millionaire

Stranger Fonts

Smelly in Paris

Geiger King

The Clampmaid’s Tale

Things We Claim Are Trending

How I Met Your Smizmar

Only Murders in the Hoverdome

The Great Neptunian Bam-Off

The Scary Mirror

Humorbot 5.0 Stand-Up Special

Top Hits

Blob’s Burgers

Head Lasso

Real Housecats of Thuban 9

It’s Always Sunny on Mercury

Green-ish

#futurama #sorry for not including a clip or screenshots. i posted this less than 6 hours after the episode went live and #i did not want to risk invoking the wrath of hulu by sharing footage so quickly :')#00101110 01110100 01111000 01110100

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blueywrites · 1 year

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Hi lovely! Congratulations on 1k followers!! 🎉 you totally deserve all that and more! 💕

For your Blueys Bird Blurbs celebration, can I please request smut, Eddie x reader and for the 3 words; shy, forbidden and true

Congats again! xx

the boldest words

princess!reader x bard!eddie

prompt: smut with eddie, shy, forbidden, and true.

this one was super fun to write! I'm very glad I was finally able to finish it. It ended up being a smutty fluffy piece that I really enjoy, and I hope you do too! 💙

tags: 18+. smut, oral (m receiving), semi-public sex, class differences

Bluey's Bird Blurbs 1k Celebration | blurb three: the boldest words (4.1k)

The royal library is your favorite place to spend time. Not because of its rich, ornate furnishings, its soft flowing tapestries or whimsical landscapes depicting far-off lands you’ve oft yearned to walk into, though those things are certainly tantalizing. It’s not because of the sunlight that streams through large cathedral windows in the day or the flickering of the candles in the night, both casting warmth and comfort over the cavernous room, though the gleaming does always make you feel at home. It’s not the towering shelves made of polished wood and carved with intricate designs and the armchairs plush and deep, perfect for sinking into with one of the tomes plucked from rows of endless choices, though that is, of course, quite cozy. And it isn’t the books themselves— works of art, bound in rich leather or velvet covers and embossed with gold or silver filigree, their pages made of the finest parchment and filled with elegant calligraphy and illustrations, though the knowledge contained in each is like a small world unto itself.

No. Instead, the royal library is your favorite place to spend time for this reason: because only within those labyrinthine rows and columns which weave a maze of wisdom spanning generations— only in the hidden alcoves, tucked within cracks and crevices, secreted away from prying eyes— are you able to sate your burning need.

And that need you feel has naught to do with the pursuit of learning.

With a quiet exhalation of bliss, your head tips back to make more room for lips and tongue, thumping against the surface behind you. Yet when your skull makes contact, it doesn’t meet wood; instead, you encounter plush velvet, the fabric soft and supple as it cradles your body, protecting your loose blue gown from catching on any harsh wooden grooves. The velvet is red as a smoldering flame, clashing brashly with the poise of your royal blue silk, which is adorned with jewels that glint like stars in the midnight sky. That protection does not belong to you, but rather to the man pressed tight against your body, who now has your thin skirt rucked up around your upper thighs, held up by fingers made callused by the lute’s unforgiving strings.

All is hushed in this place, and silent you both need remain. The only sound you hear is the jostling of your clothing: the hasty way he pushes his hose down around his ruddy knees before tugging open the fly of his brais, the drag of his forest green tunic against the thin bodice of your dress where your chests brush with every movement. Layers stand between you, and yet you barely feel them. There is just his hot skin, then linen, then silk, and your hot skin— no corset or even chemise to further separate you from the only man who can conjure such a passionate ache inside you. It matters not that he is a bard, and you a princess; that burning need you feel can only be satisfied by the meeting of your mouths, your hands, your bodies; by the tight stretch stretch and fill of his thick cock; by the pounding of Eddie’s hips pressing you into the bookshelves as he fucks you full of his vigor and passion.

It is a daring thing to roam the castle without the proper undergarments, though no more daring than these escapades you have been getting up to in the Royal Library these past few months. They occur late in the evening after you have retired from the company of your handmaids and attendants, the ladies of the court, and the presence of your mother and father. A secret affair that leaves you glowing far more radiantly than the crystals in your diadem, stolen moments of sweet whispers and heated passion as you nestle together amongst the dusty tomes. The library is labrynthian and largely unoccupied at night, and it isn’t difficult to evade the few souls still loitering here in pursuit of knowledge, stealing your way to your bard’s chosen alcove: a tight corner of bookshelves wedged near the back left wall, made safe from discovery by the narrowness of its entryway and the tedium of the subjects contained in its books.

Here you have made your love nest these past months, and never before has it been disturbed until this night.

Two sets of footsteps clack across the tile along with the hum of conversation, growing in volume as unseen figures approach. Instantly, you and Eddie freeze. You meet his wide panicked eyes, and the bob of his adam’s apple hints at the depth of his fear. Despite it, Eddie does not bolt; he merely soothes the backs of his fingers against your cheek. Soft and slow, he strokes you, a reassuring touch that bids you stroke his cheek in return. You are grateful for the strength he offers as your heart pounds in your chest when the footsteps discern themselves into two distinctive cadences both familiar to you. The approach of the figures is unmistakable— there is the calm shuffle-step of the royal advisor, walking measuredly beside the bold tread of your father, the king.

There is no risk of them glimpsing you with Eddie behind the shelves, but their presence is unnerving nonetheless, as if they will somehow sense your presence simply because of how deeply scandalous what you’re doing is. Slowly, as they approach, the quiet hum of their voices sharpens into words, and you remain nervous until you hear the weary but uninhibited sigh of your father slumping into one of the armchairs near the darkened window. They are discussing something about trade agreements with a neighboring kingdom, something about tariffs and access to your kingdom’s ports. The voice of your father’s advisor is equally as loud and uninhibited, and as some tense moments pass, you relax as you realize that your father has merely chosen this place for the same reason you and Eddie did: because he knows no one else would be here.

With that, the crease in your brow relaxes, your eyes filling again with the heat pooling in your belly as you shift your hips and feel that despite his fear, Eddie’s hardness has not flagged inside you. You glide your hands up his chest, and the rustle of the fabric is covered by the discussion happening just behind the shelf you’re pressed against. His face has changed from fearful to questioning; in lieu of a verbal answer, you instead cup your palms around Eddie’s jaw and guide his mouth back to yours.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Eddie begins to kiss you back; the tension slowly melts from his body as you coax him with your mouth, and you feel the last of his reticence slip away as your tongue plays against the seam of his lips. They open for you, and as his tongue brushes hot and wet against yours, his hips shift forward, steadily pressing you back against that unyielding wood until the fat tip of his cock is nestled as deep inside you as it can go. Satisfaction simmers; you slink your arms around his shoulders, as he slowly— so agonizingly slowly— circles his hips, rutting into you as the voice of your father continues on right behind you.

The conversation shifts to more personal matters, but you are hardly listening; all you care about is the way Eddie’s hot hips are pressed to yours, skin to skin, the coarse drag of his pubic hair sparking delicious pleasure against your clit. You break from the kiss and nuzzle against his cheek, pressing kisses there and stretching your spine as that pleasure builds. You relish in it until Eddie, no longer content to grind himself deep inside your wet heat, suddenly pulls his hips back. The length of his cock leaves you until just the head remains in your entrance; it’s a loss until he slides back in, stretching you thick and full of him in one long, achingly thorough push after another as he begins to fuck you properly again.

You muffle a whimper as his motions quicken and his warm breath pants harshly against your neck, huffing in your ear. You long to hear the rumble of his voice instead of your father’s or his advisor’s. Eddie’s voice is husky and warm, but that is only available to you in the Great Hall, where all you can do is watch him from a distance as he entertains with songs, and plays his instrument, and flashes dark eyes in your direction. Dark roguish curls— so different from the other men of the court that surround you— tickle your cheeks, swaying rhythmically as you clutch at his shoulders, fingernails raking out a silent plea for more. He obliges you as he always does: hot hands slide up to grip you firmly around the waist as he pumps his hips harder, sinking his cock into the tight wet heat of your cunt, repeatedly plunging against that spot that has you biting your lip to keep from gasping aloud.

Your ears perk when, amongst the litany of words your father is spilling loosely from his lips, you hear a familiar name— your own. “I swear to you,” he grumbles, his voice nearly echoing in the tall space between the shelves, “I know not what else to do with her. I am at my wit’s end.”

“I understand, sire.” The sympathetic lilt of your father’s advisor fades in your ears as Eddie licks a fat wet stripe up the side of your neck to the lobe of your ear; you cant your hips into his thrusts, moving with him in a rhythm that has his eyes hazing with desire and his lips curling in a pleased, dimpled grin.

"What can we do about her?" your father mutters, his frustration clear in his voice. "She won't even look at any of the suitors I've introduced her to, let alone speak to them. First was the duke of Wellesley, which I thought was merely a fluke due to his, admittedly, rather stuffy countenance. But it was the same for the next and the next…” He huffs harshly, and you can hear his heavy hand thump against the fabric of the chair arm. “Countless perfectly acceptable suitors, all rejected outright without any consideration by my obstinate daughter."

The advisor’s question is measured and even. “Why do you suppose that is, your highness?”

It’s a deliciously naughty thing to hear your father attempt to theorize about why you may have rejected all these men while you’re allowing the royal bard to fuck you right under his nose— a man whose flashing smiles and husky voice and talented fingers have brought your unsuspecting father such entertainment.

“I know she can be stubborn,” your father sighs, “but at heart, she’s always been a timid girl. I’m concerned that, perhaps, the process of choosing a husband is too intimidating for her.”

Eddie’s eyes are dark liquid smoke, and you shiver as you watch a a smirk slink across his lips. He ducks close to you, crowding you even closer against the shelves until the scent of his curls is all you can breathe— musky and rich like incense mixed with the leather of his sachets and the salt of his skin. “S’that true?” Eddie murmurs against your ear so quietly, the hum of it playful and knowing, and you whisper a moan as his fingers trail up your waist to ghost over your breast. You nudge your chin against his jaw and smile into his cheek; your grin widens, self-satisfied when you roll your hips into his, and you hear him hiss through his teeth.

Eddie’s revenge comes swiftly; you gasp as he pinches your nipple over the thin silk of your dress, rolling the bud between his deft fingers and pulling so that your legs tighten against his hips and your pussy flutters around him. Behind you, your father continues, “Perhaps she is overwhelmed by the expectations. Reticent to perform the duties she knows is expected of her.”

Eddie’s low chuckles husk over the shell of your ear, and you shudder as the wicked sound makes your belly tighten. “You’re just a shy little princess, aren’t you? That’s why you’ve been rejecting all those eligible suitors, hm?” Your hands slide down to his upper arms as he teases the shell of your ear with plush lips; your fingers clutch his biceps tightly when he nibbles the lobe, taking it softly between his teeth. His hips begin to pump more harshly into you and his breath quickens against your skin. “They wouldn’t know what to do with you,” Eddie mutters, one hand snaking down to cup beneath your ass and tilt your hips forward, pulling them flush against him for a better angle. “Those pompous courtesans wouldn’t know how to make you sing.”

You drink in the hint of possessiveness that flavors Eddie’s words; he’s pressed up against you so close, but his mutterings only make you want to be closer, impossibly closer. You twine your fingers in his hair, clutching at his hip with your other hand, holding on as he rolls his pelvis into yours with every stroke. “Mmm,” you hum, your whispered answer throaty with feminine need. “Play me the song only you can, oh humble bard, and I’ll sing for you.”

You meet his possessiveness with some of your own, and it spurs him on. Eddie pulls you into a deep, wet kiss, and you muffle a slight moan against his lips as his fingers tighten their hold on your ass and his other hand dips between your legs, seeking the treasure below your soft curls. He nestles one finger within the slick heat of your folds, pressing expertly against the bead that makes your eyelashes flutter and your toes curl. “Yes, Eddie, right there.” Your whine ghosts over Eddie’s lips, and he swallows it up with another greedy kiss.

The king groans and mutters and huffs loudly in his frustration, but you can still hear the wet sounds of your arousal every time Eddie pushes into your body, the evidence that your drooling, needy cunt will soon be satisfied by his dutiful efforts. Your father is lamenting your unwillingness to give any man a try, but Eddie is playing your clit and fucking your pussy until you’re left writhing with the force of your fire, burning up, hushing little mewls of pleasure against his hair. The king wants you to envision the future you’ll have with one of the princes or noblemen he has suggested, but you can do no such thing. Because Eddie is clamping his heavy, ring-clad hand over your mouth as the pleasure peaks inside you, blazing through your body to turn your vision white and wash you in waves of sparkling fire.

The advisor suggests several remedies for the situation, and though the king rejects them all, none would work regardless of his ire. Because you have all you need right here in the arms of your bard; he holds your trembling form, rutting into you softly as you come down from the place he has taken you to, settling back into your body with a shudder of bliss and a heavy satisfied sigh. You wrap your arms around him; you hold him close, and he you, breathing against you deeply. His heart pounds, but his hips still, and despite the stiffness of his cock— so stiff it must be near painful— he doesn’t seem to be in a rush to reach his own conclusion.

Eddie has just pressed a kiss to your cheek when the advisor says something wholly unexpected. “I suspect that she may…” His words taper off into hesitance, and though you’re stroking Eddie’s curls back from his face, you’re also listening now.

“Speak freely,” your father demands, and his advisor rushes to comply.

“She may have an unusual soft spot for the bard. And perhaps… perhaps she harbors some… concealed aspirations.”

As soon as the words have been uttered, Eddie’s head jerks back, his brows flashing in surprise as he meets your gaze. And you know that the truth of those words can be read all over your face. There is nothing to do about it— no way for you to conceal the way your eyes reflect the soft green growing beneath the blazing red of your passion.

This affair may have started because, when you watched the bard over those many months since he began his service, you’d found him to be enviably uninhibited— all eager flashing grins and hearty laughter and beautiful, playful song, wild and free. You watched him, and when he noticed, he started to watch you. And what budded in the smallest of gestures grew to what it now is.

It had begun as an escape. A fantasy. But it has become more than that now, and that is evidenced in the shyness of your smile, the tenderness of your thumb stroking the plush of Eddie’s bottom lip, the way affection pools in the dark ink of his eyes, echoing what’s found in yours, deepening each time you give yourselves to one another this way.

Even in the dimness of the alcove, you can perfectly picture the man who cradles you against the bookshelves. He is pale of face, with a strong jaw and a soft nose, plush lips and wide, expressive eyes— eyes deep as the brown of his long, wild curls except for when the sunlight hits them, turning them to honeyed mead. You kiss Eddie softly, lingering there for a moment, and when you pull away, the smile that dimples his cheek stirs your heart. His is a radiant face with an equally radiant smile, beautiful in its wildness, and you could never tire of gazing upon it.

But Eddie’s smile is short-lived when your father’s loud scoff bites through the shelves. “What utter childish nonsense is that?” The mockery of his barking laugh— a single, scornful exhalation— makes you both flinch. “My daughter is not so foolish as to entertain such ridiculousness. The minstrel serves his purpose. He is entertaining, I admit— skilled at his rudimentary craft. But to suggest that she would look twice at a rogue pleasant like him…?”

The king laughs again, and it is far more amused this time. Somehow, the sound of his mirth is worse than the scorn, especially when you see the subtle crumple of Eddie’s brow, the shuttering of his expressive eyes. “You should know this is not a time for jests, Steven, though I appreciate your attempt at levity.”

Despite the truth of the words— that he is beneath your station, that you should not even be speaking with him, let alone cavorting with him— you can see how the dismissal wounds your bard. And what wounds him wounds you; to see his shoulders shrink and his hands grow hesitant in their grip pricks you like your father had meant to cut you with his barbs directly.

A fire lights in your eyes as you make a decision. You know the truth of how you feel in your heart, but you must communicate that truth to Eddie: that while his station may be beneath you, you do not regard him that way, and you never have.

Gently, but firmly, you push Eddie away; he drops his hold on you immediately, and his cock slips out as he backs up to put distance between you. You ignore the way his face falls in favor of sinking to your knees before him and taking him without hesitation into your mouth.

You can feel his entire body tense as your lips stretch over his fat head; you let the thickness of his cock sit heavy on your tongue, looking up at him as he looks down at you— flushed, wide-eyed and so alarmed he looks nearly terrified. “I don’t know what the reason for her hesitance is,” your father says, “but if she refuses to choose, then I’ll make the choice for her.”

The words should conjure fear, that same fear you see inside Eddie’s dark ink eyes. But they don’t. Instead, you grip the base of his cock and tongue the underside, tasting the musk of your slick as you lave the vein that runs along it. You mouth at him gently until Eddie’s hips twitch and the panic on his face has been largely overtaken by pleasure. You hear the creak of the armchair and the clap of the king’s hand against his advisor’s shoulder. “Let us retire for the night,” he says as you stare up into Eddie’s eyes, hollowing your cheeks and sucking the taste of your pussy from his cock.

Eddie is trying so hard to be quiet as the two pairs of footsteps begin to recede with the agonizing slowness of two men meandering off to bed with no true hurry to get there. You bob on his length, working the remainder with your hand, determined to show him the depth of your consideration. The strain begins to form on his face— the thinning of his lips, the grit of his jaw, the cords of his neck growing taut, the pinking of his cheeks, the subtle shifting of his hips to meet you every time you suck him down. And all the while he stares down at you, enchanted by the sight of your forehead crowned with a diadem but your cheeks streaked with eager tears as you take him as far as you can into your throat, nestling your nose against the curls still matted with your own release. It is hard work, but work happily completed as the footsteps finally fade to silence and the first of his whimpers muffles through his teeth where they’re clamped against his bottom lip, turning the flesh a ruddy red.

With you so determined and he so enchanted, it takes little time for you to work Eddie until he’s gasping and moaning quietly, spilling rope after rope of his hot release into your waiting mouth. You work his head with your laden tongue, and the sight of Eddie biting his fist in a desperate attempt to stay quiet makes you flare with want despite having just been sated.

When the pulsing of his cock stills and his thighs relax under your palms, you pull off him and swallow his load hastily, breasts heaving in your midnight-blue gown as you gaze up at him. You swipe a thumb beneath your lip, panting with ragged feeling, “Your princess falls to her knees for you. Not my minstrel— my lover.” The fierceness of your truth is written plainly in your words, the loudest, boldest words you have yet uttered betwixt you. “Taste your seed on my lips and know that I am yours.”

You have only a moment to see the way Eddie’s face contorts before he’s on his knees, snatching up your face in his callused hands and mashing his mouth to yours. You open for him, whimpering needily as he dips his tongue into your mouth, eager to taste himself on you— to see for himself the evidence of your declaration in the act of service you’ve provided him.

When he pulls away, you find more truth desires to spring free. “I would sooner forsake my crown than marry anyone but you, Edward,” you tell him solemnly, and the earnestness of your words twists his lips into an expression of bashful hope.

“I have nothing to give you, Princess,” Eddie reminds you.

You draw your thumb across the crest of his cheekbone— a light, reverent touch. “You need give me nothing but your heart,” you reply, voice supple as the velvet of his cloak that protects you. “It is enough.”

His eyes flick between yours, and you ache with the hesitance you see there until his brow crumples again for an entirely different reason. The ache inside eases to a soft, wondrous blooming as he gives you just what you asked for.

Eddie kisses and kisses you until your heart is throbbing and your eyes are pricking with the sentiment he’s pouring out upon you. Eventually, the stream slows; it trickles into the reverence of his hands stroking your neck and hair and the softness of his lips against the corner of your mouth. Those beloved lips feather over your cheek before lingering against your forehead, just below the unyielding circlet that presses to your skin, the symbol of your royalty.

Your gold and jewels will separate you no longer.

#blueywrites #blueysbirdblurbs #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfiction #st fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson au #bard!eddie

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positivelyholland · 1 year

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Suprises

pairing: chris evans x daughter!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: angst for a minute there, paparazzi, getting lost, let me know if i missed any

summary: after your dad suprised you with a daddy-daughter date, you run into some suprise paparazzi and get scared

A/N this is (almost) the exact same as my other tom cruise fic, but just with chris evans

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“Hey y/n/n, do you have any plans for the day” your dad walked over to where you were sitting on the couch, lazily watching Bluey.

“Considering it's 6pm on a Tuesday, no” you sarcastically responded. Chris finds it funny how you're the only person on God's green earth who can get away with teasing him.

“Great! Go get some nice-ish clothes on and I’ll meet you in the car in 15 minutes” before you could respond to his words, he ran away to god knows where.

Feeling confused and nervous but also excited for whatever your dad had planned, you hurry up to your room to go start getting ready.

You did some light and simple makeup that made you look even more beautiful (although Chris would argue you're pretty no matter what, you are his daughter after all). After finishing your lip gloss, you went to go pick out an outfit, which was the hardest part.

It's moments like these where you swear there's absolutely nothing to wear, but chris (and most people) would say otherwise due to your huge closet full of designer pieces since you are the daughter of Chris Evans after all.

It wasn't until after you had trashed your room and basically emptied out your whole closet that you were able to decide on a long-sleeved, dark blue sundress.

Taking one last look in the mirror and spraying some perfume all over your body, you decided you looked good. Well, you had to be at least a little content at this point since it had been 20 minutes since the conversation with your dad and he had been honking at you from his car for the past 5 minutes.

Running as fast as you can in heels (which was pretty fast considering how many fancy events you've been to with your dad), you grabbed your phone and purse before joining Chris in the car.

As you opened the car door and (not so gracefully) stepped in, your dad gave you a big hug.

“Wow, you're definitely my daughter with how pretty you look tonight” he teased, to which you just rolled your eyes and thanked him in response.

The drive to wherever he was taking you was only about 20 minutes long, but those 20 minutes were full of jamming out to 80s ballads and singing your heart out until you finally arrived at an expensive 5-star restaurant.

You checked out your surroundings, and once you finally realized that's where you were, you looked at your dad in shock.

“Are you being serious right now, dad?” you asked him, voice filled with excitement. To which Chris just shook his head with the brightest smile on his face as the 'yes' answer to your question.

Although you were parked decently far from the restaurant, Chris made it an enjoyable walk in order for you to not focus on how bad your feet hurt in your heels. Whether it was chatting about life, telling jokes, or even just pulling silly faces at each other, he made sure you wouldn't focus on the pain your feet must've been enduring.

You got to the fancy doors before walking into the restaurant and then were quickly led to your seats on the balcony, thanks to your dad’s string-pulling skills.

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After eating some of the most delicious food you've ever had in your life, and having the best time laughing and chatting with your dad, things eventually had to come to an end.

"Shall we?" Chris asked as he linked arms with you.

"We shall," you responded, heading towards the exit with your dads arms around you.

Before you could leave through those boujee doors, your dad spotted some paparazzi, who were most likely waiting for you guys. He immediately got stressed out and warned you about them since he is well aware of your anxiety revolving around these types of things.

You both took a deep breath before trying to quickly make your way through the crowds of people. Due to the constant distracting flashes of cameras, you accidentally let go of your dads hand to block your eyes from the brightness. At the loss of contact, both you and your father became incredibly stressed.

You were able to make it out of the crowd pretty easily by just running to wherever you can quickly find peace. As you started to calm down from the experience, you realized you had absolutely no clue where you were or how you were supposed to get back to your dads car.

Pulling out your phone and dialing your dads number, you were so relieved to hear him pick up his phone almost immediately.

“Dad, I'm scared. I don't know where I am, help me please” your anxiety was starting to come back to you.

“It's ok sweetheart I’ve got your location on my phone and I'm on my way towards you, ok?” He was trying to calm you down but he also seemed very stressed as well.

“ok please hurry” Chris could hear you doing some breathing techniques you had learned in therapy, which made him very thankful for paying that therapy bill every session.

“You're gonna be okay, just stay on the phone with me please” he said in an attempt to comfort you.

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, he finally pulled up to where you were. Chris sprinted out of his car looking for you, and once he found where you were sitting he ran over and gave you a big hug, accidentally startling you while doing so.

“It's me, it's me! Calm down, it's just me” he soothed after noticing you jump out of fear before melting into his fatherly embrace.

“I was so scared Dad! I didn't know what to do so I just ran” you were still very shaken up from the experience but being in your dad’s presence was very helpful towards calming you down.

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe, it's gonna be okay”

You eventually were able to calm down thanks to the help of your dad, so the two of you made your way back to the safety of his car.

Although the experience was very scary for you, you couldn't have been more grateful for your dad than you were at this moment. He's truly the best parent you could ask for.

At this moment, Chris was thinking the exact same thing about you.

#chris evans x daughter!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans daughter #chris evans fluff #x daughter!reader #evans!reader #chris evans #positively holland

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whaleofatjme1920 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 24: Bulges

Bulge Kink/Size Difference - Jake Sully X GN!Afab Reader, referenced Neytiri X GN!Afab Reader

Warnings: praise, double vaginal penetration, it's kinda sweet?

AN: I kin Chilli from Bluey SO much I just need 20 minutes you don't get it. SORRY THIS GOT DELAYED, I came home, ate and then passed out. I was so out of it guys I'm sorry

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You've always thought it wasn't fair that Jake could breathe oxygen as a Na'vi but you had to wear a mask whenever going outside on Pandora. You wanted to be able to do normal couple things with him but growing an avatar is hard, and a long process. With the RDA off the planet now, it's hard to take care of it.

So, for now, all you've got are those blips in time Jake comes into the base and has his fun with you.

Your legs are spread wide for him as he eyes you. There's a cocky grin on his lips as he watches your eyes widen quite a bit. No matter how long you two have been dating, no matter how long you've loved him (and now Neytiri as well), you'll never get used to just how big he is.

"You're going to split me open," you murmur bashfully as you watch his large hand press sweetly against your stomach. "Jake," you whisper. If Neytiri was here, her hands would be between your legs, lovingly playing your body like a violin. Long fingers thrusting slowly in and out of you, careful to not go to deep as she takes such good care of you. It's such a shame she wasn't able to make date night tonight.

Jake laughs softly as his tip prods your entrance. "You're so cute," he teases. "I think you'll be able to take me. Always have," he says as he pushes in slowly.

Your eyes squeeze shut. Gods, it feels like he's splitting you wide open. You suck in a sharp breath of air and arch your back. "Oh my," you groan in pleasure. He's sliding into you inch by inch. A little more and he'll be half way buried inside of you. You sigh in a sickly sweet tone tone and relax your body to take him deeper and deeper.

There's no way you'll be able to safely let him safely bottom out inside of you. Even still, you watch as he finally seats halfway and the bulge in your stomach grows.

"Look at that," he grins as he traces his bulge in your stomach. "So deep inside of you, taking me so good," he chuckles. He hums softly as he slowly starts to thrust.

Your eyes roll upwards as you take him. He's making you see stars.

#minors dni #jake sully x reader #jake sully x reader smut #avatar x reader #avatar s #avatar smut #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x you

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romanarose · 1 year

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Taking Care

Steven Grant X Reader

Summary: Sick fic with Steven! You are recovering from surgery, and Steven is happy to help take care of you.

Just something for my precious Mona, love you @welcometostayingawake I hope this at least makes you smile, thanks for being there for me last night!

Warnings: Mentions of surgery, mentions of not eating but not on purpose, just not feeling good.

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As you stir awake on the couch, you vaguely register the sound of rustling around you, and you open your bleary eyes to see Steven tidying up the apartment.

You take the moment to star at the absolute cake in his pants as he bent over, and smiled at him as he turned around, hands full of trash from the take out you ordered for lunch. “Hey beautiful” You smile softly.

Steven smiles, setting the garbage down on the table to kneel by your side. “Hey there, hope I didn't wake you, how are you feeling?”

“Crappy” You grumble.

At that, Steven frowns, and you watch his eyebrows furrow together in concern. “Hold still” He directs, grabbing the thermometer and checking your temp. “Well, you’re 37 degrees” Steven was very concerned of you getting an infection, so he checked your temp frequently. He turned to the mirror, where either Jake or Marc likely were. “That’s 98.6 for you Americans.”

“Steven…” You pout at him.

“Yes love?” He answered immediately, ready to get you whatever you need. “What is it?”

“I’m so fucking horny, baby” You whine, causing Steven to giggle in relief, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I know, my love, but you heard the doctor, not yet.” But he graced you with a kiss, which prompted you to pull him in for a deeper one.

“Can’t I at least suck you off?”

“Christ” He mumbles, pulling away. “You’re gonna get me in trouble…” He laughs, standing up as you whine again, trying to hold onto his hand. “No sex, no outercourse, nothing until we get your doctor’s clearance. Now, are you hungry?”

You let go of his hand, but he stands above you, playing with your hair as he awaits your answer. “No, not really”

Frowning again, he negotiates. “You haven't eaten all day.”

“No appetite”

He considers this for a moment. “I understand, can I make you a smoothie? That way you at least get something in you, vitamins and all that?”

You mull over this for a bit. You felt a bit sick, but at this point it may be from the lack of food. “Lots of berries?” You ask, looking up at him from the couch, faint sounds of Bluey playing on the TV.

“Of course, I made sure to pick up raspberries at the store anticipating this.” Steven winks at you before turning to the kitchen. You listen to the sounds of him prepping a smoothie. He had gone grocery shopping this morning while you napped for the first time, and it seemed he had thought ahead. You had no doubt he was also putting spinach or kale in the smoothie, the blades of the blender cutting them up so small you’d never notice, as well as powders of protein and whatever the fuck else you needed to make a quick recovery that you wouldn’t know, but Steven had been reading up on for weeks.

As he approached you he set the cup on the coasters that look like books you had given him for Hanukkah, a book for each night. The one he used right now was painted like Pride and Prejudice, a book you doubted Steven had read, but choices were limited, and you knew he appreciated Jane Austen as a historic woman in literature. Steven loved his strong women. That’s why he dated you. Also, Pride and Prejudice (2005) was one of your favorite movies and was a date night movie you and Jake early in your relationship. Surprisingly, the man had a thing for period pieces.

Steven helped you sit up, sitting beside you and giving you the cup and spoon. “I even added greek yogurt for you. Don’t tell cows, you’ll never forgive me”

You smile at him fondly. “You don’t have to sacrifice your principles for me.”

“Hey now, I’m not eating the yogurt, so I think we can allow it”

Resting your head on his shoulder, you drink the smoothie, feeling better as the sugar in the raspberries danced on your tongue.

“Can you lay with me?” You ask as you finish the drink, bending to set it down, but Steven took it out of your hand to put it down for you. You felt babied, but in the best way.

“Of course, my darling, how could I ever say no to that request?” He adjusts to that the two of you lay on the old couch, Steven’s strong arms around you, careful not to hurt you as he fiddles with the remote. “Do you want to watch that terrible movie Marc hates?”

Immediately, you perk up, turning over to grin at him. “You’ll watch Triple Frontier with me??”

With a kiss on the forehead, he assures you. “With you in my arms, we can watch whatever you want.”

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Just something I whipped up while avoiding doing laundry

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