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shyvioletcat · 3 years

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Ohohohohohoh can I pleeeeeeease have #3 (will you make a gingerbread house with me?) and maybe #18 (merry christmas, motherfuckers!) for Rowaelin? I know from personal experience that might not be enough of a prompt so I'll sprinkle in #4 (excuse me-where is my christmas kiss?) in if possible. 😍

This seriously has not plot. I just poured a bunch of fluff in a bowl and tried to make a cake from it. Day 2 of my Rowaelin Holiday Celebration.

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Holiday music played softly through the speakers in the car, Aelin humming along. Movement caught her eye and she saw Rowan tapping away on the steering wheel in time with the music, he looked at her and gave her a smile when he saw she had noticed. They were on their way to Elide and Lorcan’s place for their holiday get together with their friends. But what was probably the most exciting thing about Yulemas this year was their passenger in the back.

There was a soft thump, followed by a jingle, that was followed by a soft coo that had Rowan turning down the music a little more so he could hear it better. Elspeth had just figured out that she actually had limbs and moving them around erratically was her new favourite form of entertainment. Rowan looked into in the rear view mirror so he could see their two month old in the reflection of the mirror on the headrest of the backseat, and he smiled at what he saw.

“She’s so cute,” he said, utterly smitten.

“Well, I made her, so,” Aelin said by way of explanation.

Rowan reached over and held Aelin’s hand. “That you did, and you did a very good job of it too.”

That made Aelin laugh, squeezing Rowan’s hand as they kept driving. It wasn’t too much longer before they arrived, parking on the street in front of the Lochan-Salvaterre home. As soon as they stopped Rowan was out of the car, Aelin left him to get their daughter out of the car while she gathered the bags at her feet. When she got out of the Rowan had the infant out of the car seat holding her so she faced outwards. Aelin pulled her little beanie over the wispy blonde hair while she was still in his arms.

Then Rowan took Aelin’s free hand in his and their little family made their way up to the front door. They didn’t even get a chance to open it themselves before it was swung wide open.

“What in the name of Hellas have you done?” Lorcan’s voice boomed in the quiet night.

Aelin grinned, she knew exactly what he was talking about. All three of them were dressed in matching ugly christmas sweaters, knitted to almost gaudy perfection. She glanced at Rowan who was beaming, and then pulled at Elspeth’s sleeve so it covered her tiny fist.

“Let us in already, it’s freezing out here,” Aelin scolded, Lorcan still standing in the doorway.

He immediately stepped aside, shaking his head. Once inside, before Rowan could even protest, Lorcan had lifted the baby out of Rowan’s grasp and was holding her up so that he could see the whole outfit.

“She looks ridiculous and it’s just mean,” Lorcan muttered. “Come on, Elsie-baby. Let’s get you away from your cruel parents. I hope you vomit on this ugly excuse of a sweater.”

And just like that their child was whisked away into the party. Rowan was helping Aelin sort the bags out when another child approached them.

“Aunty Ae!,” Ruben said excitedly.

“Rue!” Aelin said back, hugging the boy back as he hugged her legs.

The four year old grinned up at her, his Ashryver eyes gleaming with excitement. “Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

“Of course I will,” Aelin replied. “I’ll just put these things down and then I’ll be right with you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise,” Aelin swore. She looked at Rowan who was looking a little torn. “Go follow her around, I know you want to.” Aelin gave him a nudge in the direction of Lorcan who was showing everyone the baby, no doubt saying slanderous things about the sweater. Elide brought their own son over, the nearly one year old was very excited to see the baby.

“I don’t know why he’s ragging on us,” Rowan said. “Korbin is literally dressed as a reindeer.”

Indeed he was. Dressed in a little fleece reindeer footed suit, a hood with antlers and everything, locks of his dark hair poking out. Rowan left her then, heading into the party. Aelin put the presents under the tree, dropped the food off in the kitchen where she stayed at the bench to help Ruben with his gingerbread house. She was cutting sour straps for shingles for the roof when Fenrys and Asterin arrived, the open plan of the living, dining and kitchen giving her a good view of the party. Aelin could tell he’d arrived already a little tipsy from the grin on his face. Fenrys stopped in the entryway to the living room, arms spread wide, ready to greet the rest of the guys who had set up on the couches.

“Merry Yulemas motherfu—“

Asterin clamped her hand over his mouth. “Fen, the kids.”

“What? It’s not like it’s a lie,” he said, giving a sweeping gesture at Rowan, Aedion and Lorcan.

Aelin snorted, trying her hardest not to laugh.

“What are you laughing at, Aunty Ae?” Ruben enquired, making a jellybean path.

“Uncle Fenrys is very inappropriate,” Aelin answered.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that he gets into a lot of trouble all the time,” Aelin explained.

“Santa won’t be bringing him presents then,” the boy said very seriously.

That made Aelin laugh again. “You’re right.”

Once the gingerbread house met Ruben’s approval they joined the rest of the party in the living room. Aelin tucked herself into the couch beside Rowan, her nephew clambering onto her lap. Her husband had managed to gain custody of their daughter again, grinning as he played with her. She was lying on his chest, her elbows propping her head up as Rowan kissed her chubby cheeks over and over, making her coo in delight, giving her father her most darling gummy smile. The main event in the room was Lorcan and Fenrys trying to get Korbin to walk between them, but Aelin could look away from Rowan and Elspeth. There was such joy on his face as he interacted with their daughter, pressing smacking kisses to her cheeks. They both laughed when he went to kiss her again, but she turned her head, catching his nose in her mouth.

Rowan tipped his head back and laughed. “I love you so much, my little one.”

At that Elspeth laid her head on his chest, tired from holding herself up for so long, and spotted her fist and worked very hard to get it into her mouth. Aelin stretched the sleeve of her sweater over her hand and wiped the spit off Rowan’s nose.

“Hey,” Aelin said when her job was done. “Where’s *my* Yulemas kiss?”

Rowan gave her a lopsided smile as he lent in, Aelin meeting him halfway sharing a kiss in the chaos and fun of the night.

“Happy Yulemas, Fireheart.”

Aelin kissed him again. “Happy Yulemas Buzzard.”

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flamehairedwritings · 4 years

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The Photo-Booth

Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader

Words: 983

Rating: E, 18+ ONLY

Summary: You and Hop need more... posed pictures together.

A/N: This lil drabble was inspired by a prompt from @missaudreyhorney and this post about an hour ago, and I just couldn’t get it out of my mind.

This story contains dirty talk, semi-public sex, and Hop calling you a lil slut.

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“Oh, come on, Hop, pleeeeeeease...”

“... All right, fine...”

Grinning, you pull him towards the fairground photo-booth, hearing him sigh begrudgingly behind you. It doesn’t deter you at all.

You don’t have many photos of you and Hop; he doesn’t exactly know how to pose for them, so the ones you do have are candids, which you love, but you want actual posed ones, and a photo-booth is the perfect, cute opportunity to do that.

Besides, you’ve had a great day, too; it’s the first time you’ve both been able to go on an actual date night in weeks and you want to commemorate it.

Pulling the curtain open, you find, as expected, only one stool, and he sits on it as you pull the curtain closed, the length of it falling to just below his knees.

You catch his lips twitching as you take a seat on his lap, draping your arms around his neck.

“All right, now I’m into this...”

“Shut up,” you laugh as his lips lift into a smirk, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Gimme some coins, please.”

Rooting around in his pocket, he pulls a small handful of coins out and passes them to you, and you push them into the machine, then press a button on the screen as they’re accepted.

Adjusting your position on his lap so you can fit in the frame the screen shows, you push back against his cock, and he releases a soft, involuntary grunt. Your lips twitch, and—

And then the most delicious of sneaky ideas crosses your mind.

You get six photos, with five seconds in between them to pose.

And you’re going to make each one count.

As the countdown for the first one starts, you drape your arms around his neck and smile because you want at least one nice, wholesome one. Looking at the screen, you can see Hop is smiling, too, which makes your stomach flip with affection... and then the picture’s taken and your sneaky idea comes back to you.

The five second count down starts again... and your arms move from around his neck and before he knows it, your hands are gripping the bottom of your shirt and you’re lifting it and your bra, exposing your breasts to the camera.

You feel him stiffen and, on the screen, you watch his mouth drop open as you beam, and the picture is taken.

You bite at your lower lip to try and stop your smirk as you keep your shirt raised, and as the countdown begins again, you shift and arch your back, pressing your ass against his cock. He grunts again, and almost without thinking, almost as if he can’t stop himself, his hands go to your breasts, covering them.

But instead of doing so to hide them, he grips and squeezes them. Your mouth now drops open in a breathy, quiet moan, and the camera captures it.

The countdown begins once more, and before you can think of your next pose, one of his hands suddenly moves up to your throat, gently gripping it, and he pulls you back against him, making your back arch further.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl...” he gravels into your ear as your lips remain parted, and you just can’t stop yourself from moving your ass against him.

He growls, his fingers tightening momentarily against your neck, and the picture is taken, capturing you both mid-moan.

The countdown starts, and he’s moving before you can, his hand dropping from your breast to grip at the hem of your skirt and he pulls it up, revealing your panties. Leaning your head back against his shoulder, your hands drop to grip at his thighs as you spread your legs to show the camera your panties.

“That’s it, baby...” he groans against your ear, and the camera captures you both.

You barely register the countdown starting for the last time as he rumbles, “Lift your fuckin’ legs...”

Lifting them instantly, you press your shoes against either side of the camera, and his hand slides down into your panties. Your eyes fall shut as his fingers slowly circle your already aching clit, and his other hand gently pulls and tugs at your nipple.

Biting hard at your lower lip to stifle a moan, his lips press against your cheek just in time for the camera to take the final picture.

Humming low in your throat, you swallow and lick your lips, opening your eyes and turning your head to look at him. He meets your gaze, his pupils wide, his fingers still playing with your clit, and a corner of his mouth lifts higher than the other.

“Maybe we could take a couple more, huh?”

Your own lips widen into a lazy, easy smirk as you rock your ass back against him.

“Mmh, I’d like that... But maybe we should collect the others before anyone sees...”

His lips brush against your ear as he groans through gritted teeth, and you feel his hard, straining cock against you.

“You don’t want people seein’ what a little slut you are, huh?”

His fingers glide down your slit just as you’re about to reply, your moan stealing your response.

“Shh, shh, shh...” he hushes you quietly, two finger tips dipping into your slick pussy. “... Here’s what’s gonna happen...” You have to make yourself focus so hard on what he’s saying as his fingers shallowly fuck you. “... You’re gonna put some more coins in the machine... And you’re gonna be nice and fuckin’ quiet as it takes pictures while you sit on my cock...”

Preempting your moan, knowing you so well, his other hand lifts to cover your mouth just in time, muffling it.

You feel his smirk against your neck. “... But you gotta be nice and quiet and quick... Don’t want anyone outside seein’ those pictures or hearin’ what a desperate little slut you are, do you?”

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weelittleweasley · 6 years

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The Babysitters | Sweet Pea x Reader

Prompt: Babysitting was the one job you had that was the most boring and tedious. Hopefully, bringing your serpent boyfriend can spice things up. Requested by an anon.

Warnings: none

The screams of an excited four year old and six year old ring throughout the house as the two year old you hold in your arms, chews on your finger. It sounds like a stampede as Clara and Allison, the girls you babysit for, run through the dining room, Clara chasing her older sister with a handful of homemade slime as Allison giggles and screeches. Nora, the baby girl, starts to cry because of the noise as you sigh. “Girls, please don’t scream. It’s scaring, Nora,” you tell them as they continue to run around the house, yelling at each other. It isn’t long before the joyful laughter turns into a fight.

“Ow, Clara! That’s my hair,” Alli yells as Clara runs away from her sister who chases her madly throughout the house. You usually didn’t babysit the girls alone; Betty watched them with you, but she came down with the stomach bug. The mother of the three girls said you could cancel, but you felt too bad to do that to her on such short notice. Now you can see why she thought you should just stay home. Three girls under the age of ten, all sisters, was a handful, bless their mother.

Grabbing your phone out from your jean pockets, you dial the number of someone who could possibly help you out. As Clara and Allison continued to run around, screaming at each other, your boyfriend on the other line finally picked up. “Hey, baby,” he speaks into the phone as you can’t help, but smile. Pots crash in the kitchen as you sigh. “What’s making all of that noise? Where are you?” he laughs.

Rocking Nora in your arms, you put your phone between your neck and shoulder, try to give Nora your full attention. As you do so, she starts to giggle with glee. “Is there any chance you could maybe come over to help me? I’m at 516 Abercorn,” you tell him and before he can object, you say, “Thanks, bye.”

Tucking your phone into your back pocket again, you put Nora in the play pen, letting her roam free. Heading into the kitchen, you try to tackle the problem created by Clara and Allison. You see a broken pot on the floor with the two girls standing over it. “It was Clara’s fault!” Allison accuses as Clara gives her a mean look. “Was not! Allison pushed me into the table and the pot fell!” Clara speaks to you, trying to convince you whose fault it was. Then the chatter starts again as you separate the two away from each other.

“I don’t care whose fault it was,” you tell them as you pick up the pieces of the pot, throwing them in the garbage. “Here, do you guys want dessert?” you offer cookies as their eyes light up, grabbing one each as the munch silently. It should give you some time to care for Nora before the yelling starts again.

But you spoke too soon. In just three minutes, Allison starts in again. “Why does Clara have a bigger cookie than me, Y/N?” she questions you as you sigh. “Because Y/N likes me better!” Clara laughs as Allison stomps her feet, demanding a bigger cookie. The screaming and crying starts in again, but is hushed by the door bell ringing.

Walking to the door, you open it up to see Sweet Pea standing there in his gelled hair and leather covered glory. Smiling, completely relieved to see him, you breathe out, “Hey.”

Sweets smiles and kisses your cheek, walking into the house. Allison and Clara are dead silent when they lay their eyes on Pea. Their eyes are wide as they taken in his tall figure, examining every inch of him. “Who the heck are you?” Allison speaks, gathering enough bravery to talk to your slightly intimidating boyfriend. “Who the heck are you?” Pea retorts as Allison stops.

Pinching his lower back out of the girls sight as he winces, you sign for him to be nice. “Girls, this is my boyfriend, Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea, this is Allison, Clara,” you say and then point to the play pen where Nora is standing up watching you all, “and Nora.” The room is silent before Clara bursts out laughing.

“Your name is Sweet Pea!!” she giggles as Allison chimes in with her laughter. “That’s what my Daddy calls me and Alli!” The girls continue to laugh harder as Pea rolls his eyes, sitting on the couch.

Trying to quiet the girls down you start, “Okay, what do you girls wanna do before bed? We have about two hours left, so we can play a game, do a puzzle, play dress up...” Allison and Clara look at each other with a devious smile and you know exactly what they are thinking as your eyes go wide. Allison looks at Sweet Pea with a smile and Sweet Pea instantly realizes what’s going on. “Oh, no. Absolutely not,” he sticks his hands out as a warning.

Allison whines, “Pleeeeeeease, Y/N’s boyfriend. Pleeease!!” She and Clara start to jump on the couch as the chant ‘dress up!’ before Sweet Pea has enough of the yelling and summits to their demands. The two cheer in victory before running to the basement to grab costumes.

“I blame you for this,” he huffs as you scoop Nora out of her play pen as she holds onto your neck. You give him an awkward smile, “I love you?” He sighs, “Yeah, yeah.”

When the girls come back upstairs, they have stuck Pea into a dress that hung around his neck because it wouldn’t fit (clearly) and a tiara sits on his head. The sight makes you laugh as the girls force him to have a tea party with him. “Whose the princess now?” you tease him as he gives you the side eye. While Sweet Pea and the girls play tea party, you feed Nora her bedtime bottle, eavesdropping in on the conversation between the girls and Pea.

Clara starts, “Have you and Y/N kissed?” The girls wait anxiously for his answer as he laughs out a yes. Allison gasps as Clara says, “But Daddy says all boys have cooties!!” This causes you to let out a small giggle as you continue to feed Nora, her laying your arms watching you as she eats.

“Are you and Y/N in love?” Allison asks as you can hear the smile in her speech. You wait for Sweet Pea’s answer and he says, “Of course we are.” His words make your heart flutter. Clara and Allison giggle before Allison whispers, “Are you guys gonna get married?” Sweet Pea smiles at the pure innocence of the girls. “Maybe when we are older,” he whispers back as the girls giggle with him.

The night progresses and the girls are completely infatuated with Sweet Pea. They ask him about literally anything and everything. “Is that at tattoo?” Allison says as she sits on his lap, pointing to his Serpent tattoo on his neck. He turns her around to face him as he nods. “Cool! I got a tattoo once at the block party over the summer! It was a crown because I love princesses,” she speaks a mile a minute causing Sweet Pea to laugh. “Why did you get a snake?”

Sweet Pea tries to simply the complicated story behind just one tiny tattoo. “The snake represents my family,” he states as Clara stops playing with you on the floor, whipping around to face him. “Your family is a bunch of snakes?!” she yells, unable to fathom this newfound information as you crack up laughing with Sweet Pea. “Kind of,” he answers as Clara widens her eyes. “That’s so cool!!” she tells you as you smile. From across the room, Pea drops his eye into a wink, making you smile at how cute all of this was.

For the rest of the night, Allison and Clara alternate who gets a piggy back ride from Sweets as he walks them around the house, them loving how high up they get to be. Sweet Pea even lets them try on his Serpent jacket as Allison and Clara marvel at how big it is. But when the clock hits 8:45 PM, it’s time for bed. “Alright, girls, it’s 8:45, you know what that means,” you tell them on the stairs.

Immediately, their faces drop and they both cry out a whine. “Do we have to go to bed? 10 more minutes!!” Allison begs. “I already let you stay up 15 more minutes past your normal bedtime to play with Sweets,” you tell them as they whine, begging for a little more time with your boyfriend. “Hey, did you ask Sweets if next time I come to baby, he could come, too?” you ask.

Their faces fill back up with joy as the tackle him with ‘please’ as he laughs. “I’ll come again, don’t worry,” he smiles as they cheer, clapping their hands together. “Alright, let’s go,” you say as they run up the stairs to their beds. “Sweets, can you hold Nora until I finish tucking the girls in?” you ask before handing the two year old off to him. He didn’t not know what to do with a baby this small. “What do I do with it?” he asks as you laugh. “Try to rock her to bed,” you tell him as he keeps the small child at arms length as if she were to bite him. Slowly, he pulls her into him as Nora lets out a giggle.

You tuck the girls into bed, shutting off the lights in their rooms and finally, you walk down the stairs to see Sweet Pea cradling Nora, who is fast asleep in his arms. Before you take her away from him, you watch him for a small bit. He cradles her close to his chest, rocking her back and forth gently. His mouth is turned into a small smile as he watches her sleep and you can only think to himself how adorable the sight is. Pulling yourself away from your stare, you walk over to him to take the infant to her room upstairs. As he passes Nora off to you, he says, “She still may be awake. Just keep humming to her.” The fact that he was singing to a baby makes your heart burst. When Nora is sound asleep, you walk downstairs back to where Pea is on the couch, flopping next to him drained out. “Kids are so...exhausting,” he speaks as you laugh.

“They loved you,” you beam as he softly smiles. “Just watching you with them was so cute.” Sweet Pea rolls his eyes, “I’m not cute.” Kissing his cheek, you say, “Yes, you are. Don’t try to deny it. You with children is the cutest thing I’ve seen in my entire life.”

He just shakes his head before pressing his lips to yours. “So, how much do you get paid to do this?” he questions, you replying, “About twenty bucks an hour.” His eyes widen, “An hour? Geez, sign me up for babysitting.” You press your lips to his again before he pulls you onto his lap, not breaking the kiss. “Is this my payment?” he teases as you giggle against his lips. “Where’s my tip?”

“Ewwww!!” a small voice says behind you as you break the kiss, seeing Clara at the top of the steps. “Go back to bed!” you laugh as she giggles wildly before scurrying back into her room, shutting the door. The two of you laugh before reconnecting your lips.

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