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[acowardinmordor]

You Left Me, You Miss Me

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

@mc-i-r is writing another version of this and tagged me and my brain woke up, so here ya go. This is almost all dialogue, and my new love for Mrs Buckley.

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"Hey Steve-o! Get in here!" Robin yelled.

"Thought you were talking to your mom?" Steve shouted back.

"I am! That's why you have to come here! The cord won't reach!"

Steve hauled himself up from the corner of the kitchen where he was reorganizing things for the third time since they moved in last week. There was a pile of boxes they really needed to open in the hallway, and his mattress was still against the wall, but he kept going back to the kitchen, trying to make it work despite there being only one pull out drawer. One. They noticed before they signed the lease, but they both assumed they could make it work somehow if they just tried hard enough. But. Third time's the charm.

Flopping onto the thrifted couch next to his best friend, he leaned against her head, and greeted, "Hi Mrs Buckley, how are you?"

"Now why can't you answer the phone so politely, Robin? Who raised you to be so impolite?"

"Yeah, mom, I know you love Steve more than you love me, you tell me every time you talk to him, now can you say it again please?"

"Yes, well, like I was saying, I don't really know why they were all so upset about it, but I didn't want to overstep, so I didn't tell them anything. Not really. Only that you had moved and that you were fine. It's not like that's a secret. Then I noticed that they didn't know about that and so I didn't answer the rest of the questions, which really only made them more upset, but I think they were upset with me, not with the pair of you, so that's perfectly fine, none of them were nearly as vicious as Robin was when she was fifteen and decided she--"

"Mom!"

Steve giggled. Robin's rambling came from her mother, that was certain, and it was worse when they were on the phone. They fed on each other's talking. Like that snake thing.

"Right, yes. Well, Steve, like I told her, those boys, the ones you used to babysit for, they came around to ask if I knew where you were," Mrs Buckley finally said.

Robin grabbed his hand with the one not holding the phone, and pressed her forehead harder against his as they crowded the handset. Steve didn't think he'd reacted, but they didn't need anything as boring as a visible reaction to know each other.

"They said that they went into the video store and saw someone new at the desk, and when they heard that the two of you were no longer working there -- Apparently that manager of yours had some unpleasant words on the subject. You know I never liked him? The first time I stepped in there he asked me if I was still married? Not like that, of course, but it was still very strange. I didn't like it. And according to Robin he was always like that, wasn't he, Steven?"

"Yeah, he was pretty weird," Steve answered numbly.

"Well, that Keith fellow told them you were no longer employed there and that curly haired one demanded to know where you were employed. Since its not like he knew even if he would have told them, those boys went looking for themselves. I guess they went to your house first, Steven, and must have seen the for sale sign. I don't know what your parents are thinking, selling with the market like it is right now, but no one has ever made either of your parents listen to a single word of sense in their lives."

"Mom, the point?"

"Yes, sorry dear, like I told Robin, eventually it must have occurred to them that the two of you would be in the same place and thought to come by. Well. I say come by. First they called, and your father, you know how he is, simply said you were no longer in residence and hung up on them. He thinks he's so funny. Oh! Make sure you remember to call next Tuesday to congratulate him. It's his first day as the lead manager in the office. Oh no, wait, does it count as long distance for you? Never mind, I'll place the call so you don't have to worry about it."

"Mrs Buckley? You were saying something about Dustin?" He was proud that his voice was steady. They left Hawkins eleven days ago. They started packing two weeks before that. His parents put the house on the market around the same time. It wasn't until today that they noticed.

"Yes, that's the one. So Dustin didn't take your father's humor well, and he and his friends came by earlier this evening."

"Wait, evening?" Steve interrupted, "It was dark? They were biking around in the dark? In this weather?"

"Oh goodness no, that young man drove them. The one that was in the papers that the pair of you helped last year. He was much more polite than they were. Well, once I told them that you'd moved, they all started shouting over each other, I was sure that Ms Wickley was going to come over and scold them."

"I'm sorry, ma'am--"

"Oh you don't need to ma'am me Steven, I've told you that."

"Mom, he was just trying to be polite when he asked you to please get to the point, so can you, you know, try to get to the point some time tonight. You're paying for the call, but jeez."

"Oh yes. Well it occurred to me while they were all shouting that if they were your friends like they were saying, they would have known that you were moving. So when they managed to calm down enough I could hear a thing I said, I refused to tell them anything else. It's none of their business if you don't want it to be. And that Dustin boy said that you were his best friend, right in the same sentence he said he hadn't seen you in a month. But, I wasn't entirely sure if I was wrong about it, so I did promise I would ask you if you wanted me to pass on your information."

"Good job, mom, you finally got back to it. This is why I had you come over here, so you could hear that last part. I should have just asked you. Do you want my mom to give them our number or address or anything?" Robin had rolled her eyes over her mom's rambling, completely unaware she was just as terrible. But then she stared at him, concerned and outraged and protective and sad. God, he didn't know what he'd do without her.

"Did they ask?" Steve said.

"Ask? I don't think a single one of them knows how to ask anything. They certainly shouted a lot of demands. If you don't want me to tell them, I have no complaints about being the villain in this story. After everything you've done for my girl, being there for her before she even told me, and now making sure she's safe from any kind of trouble up there, you're such a perfect - what was the - beard? I think that's what I saw in that article in that magazine. Oh, no, the Zine, I ordered. But even without all that, I'll happily shut the door in their faces every day for a year if that's what you want done."

Steve's next breath stuttered, and that was all Robin needed to see.

"Hang on mom, I'm going to put the phone down, don't hang up, we'll be back." She sat the handset on the couch, then dragged a throw blanket over it to muffle their voices completely.

"You okay there or do I need to make a snap decision about which is going to be our household's vomit bowl?" He pushed her shoulder half-heartedly. "Okay, yeah, we both know it's gonna be the one with the cow on it. But you okay there, Stevie?"

"I'm fine."

"No you aren't."

"I'm fine."

She gasped, "You would lie to your soulmate? To her face?"

"I'm not! I'm fine! I just... I don't know, Robs."

Robin watched for a second as all of the muck of emotions bubbled inside him. Then she, as she always did, understood him.

"You want to say no. You want to tell her not to let them know where we are, but you're also freaking out because the brats come find you whenever It's back."

And because for a second, he desperately hoped that they missed him, or wanted to call so they could apologize for the last months. She didn't need to say that part. He half shrugged, sort of nodded, and bobbed his chin towards the throw blanket.

"You sure, Dingus?"

"Yeah."

"Is it gonna be Hopper or Joyce?" she faux wondered as she grabbed the phone from its prison. "Mom? Hi, back. Yeah, thank you. I'm gonna hand the phone to Steve now."

She didn't move away, but she didn't share the earpiece.

"Hi Mrs Buckley. I guess I -- could I ask a couple questions first?"

"Of course dear. What would you like to know?"

"Did any of them say anything weird or really specific?"

"Like what?"

"Like, about the mall, or last spring, or, bats, or uh, did they say anything about their dungeons and dragons game?"

"No. Why would they?"

Steve forced his shoulders to relax. El said it was done, but four years of it coming back meant he'd never fully trust that as true.

"No reason I guess."

"Well. That Munson boy did ask me about a radio right at the end. After the others stomped back to the driveway. He came back and he seemed - well he asked about a radio. And I said you certainly had a radio in your car, but I think he may have been talking about something else. Is that what you meant?"

"Okay, uh. Yeah. Thank you. I guess."

"So what would you like me to tell them next time I see one of them? If you'd like to take your time about it, you can. They were quite worked up about it, but it's a little ridiculous to act like they were owed something if they didn't even notice you two moving. You knocked over a stop sign with that rental truck."

Steve laughed. Couldn't help it. "I really can't wait, ma'am. They'll be back tomorrow morning to bother you." He gave Robin a look she immediately returned. Even without hearing the other half, she understood how true that was.

"Of course they won't, they have school," Mrs Buckley argued.

"Yeah, just means they'll be at your door even earlier."

"Well that's rude."

"Yeah, that's them. So, um. You can be rude back if you want. Don't, uh, you don't need to answer their questions. If you don't mind that they're not going to take it well."

Mrs Buckley laughed, loud and cackling for a moment, making the phone go staticky. "Oh dear, it would be my absolute pleasure to be rude right back to them. I'm much better at it. Anything else?"

"Yeah, you know Jim Hopper?" The resounding silence promised she was giving him the same judgemental look Robin was. "Sorry, that was dumb. But can you give him our number? Not to share with them, just so he has it. And, funny story about radios, but, the one that -- that that guy asked about is in your hall closet. Top shelf, next to the popcorn tin. Give Hopper that too?"

"Certainly, anything I should tell him, or should I ask to return the phone to my ridiculous child that you're generous enough to live with so I can say good night?"

For some reason, it made him think about the returns box at the store. A handle pulled open, the movie dropped inside, and nothing else needed. No one had to explain why they were giving back their copy of Breakfast Club. They had it for a while, hopefully they enjoyed it, and then when it was done, when they didn't need it anymore, or when it was overdue, when they kept it longer than they should have, costing them more money to keep around than it was worth, when they decided they were done with it, they didn't write a letter and explain why they--

"No. But, just. Tell him its for emergencies or something. Thank you, bye, or, goodnight ma'am, Mrs Buckley, uh, here's Robs. Bye."

He climbed off the couch as he shoved the phone at her, and headed for the window in his yet to be unpacked room. Rob would kill him in his sleep if he had a cigarette, but if he had any, he'd have taken the risk.

The glass was so cold it was painful against his forehead when he leaned into it, and he watched the little flurries of snow on the street kicked up by the wind. They didn't even notice for a few weeks. They'd quit Family Video a week before they left, and he knew the kids watched at least a few every weekend. They must have gone in, multiple times, and just, not noticed. Or not cared.

He wasn't sure which of those was worse.

He wasn't sure why it hurt when he made his peace with it weeks and weeks ago. It hadn't ached so vividly since the fall. Worst of all was the shock of concern for them, thinking they were out on their bikes in the dark and the snow. Then the relief that Eddie drove them. The feeling was huge enough to eclipse anything else until he knew they were safe.

Hadn't seen them in a month, barely seen them before that, and his first instinct was still to drop everything and grabs his keys. He was two hours away, and his brain was itchy to go drive by and check on them. They didn't need him to do that. They didn't want him to.

And based on how his stomach lurched when he heard that they didn't know he'd left, he didn't think it would do him any favors to go back. Hop and Joyce knew how to handle them if they started to do anything too risky, and the kids were practically glued to Eddie's side.

They weren't his to look after.

"Stop staring out the window like your lover is lost on the moors," Robin complained, wrapping him in a hug from behind.

"I have no idea what that means, Robs."

"Good, I'll explain it to you. Come on, lets go, we've got a kitchen to reorganize. I already started stuff for popcorn and hot chocolate. Lets gooooo, you're too heavy for me to carry, hup two."

Steve snorted and let her drag him away.

"I thought we were going to get my room set up, so I wouldn't have to share with you again?"

She gave him that look. That one that was fond and frustrated and sassy as shit. The one that said she wasn't going to let him get away with being dumb, but wasn't going to call him on it.

"It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind. You can share with me for a while longer. Now do the hot chocolate, and don't skimp on the whipped cream. We bought that can on sale and its going to go bad any second. Just use all of it. Directly into our mouths if we cant get it balance on the mug. Don't want to waste it, and we deserve it. I'm on popcorn duty, and then we're going to defeat this puzzle, Harrington. We outsmarted the Russians, we can outsmart the dishes!"

Shit. He sniffled as he followed her orders.

He was so damn grateful he still had her.

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#You Left Me - You Miss Me #Steve Harrington #Platonic Stobin forever #Steddie eventually #still not making things better #cause that is really not my specialty #and apparently Rob came out before they left

[watchyourbuck]

Hi there! :)

For the writing prompts:

“W-who did this to you?”

Buck shouldn’t have shown up at Eddie’s door like this. Not today, not like this. But he has nowhere else to go.

His hand trembles before reaching forward, knocking once, maybe twice. It definitely slides down the wood after, and he has to support himself on the concrete wall to avoid hitting the floor.

Behind it, he can hear Eddie’s steps. He’s talking to someone on the phone, but it seems shallow. He thinks he’s about to hang up.

“Eddie-,” he tries to call, but his voice is faint and undetermined.

Please.

Please open the door.

Then it opens.

The scene in front of him is out of a horror movie. “Buck?” Eddie says, eyes wide, heart in his throat. His phone hits the tiles, a click ringing in his ear.

The man is showered in red. Blood that he can only assume is his going down his body and staining his clothes. He blinks. His lip is busted. Oh, dear god. His knuckles are- his wrist is broken.

“Help,” Buck says, and this is the day Eddie thanks his military training, because he’s able to catch Buck in his arms before he passes out.

It’s possibly hours later that he wakes up. He’s laying down on something, either a couch or a bed, and his head is heavy with pain. He tries lifting his arms but something is pinning him down. “E-Eddie,” he calls, unaware the subject of his need is sitting right in front of him.

“Who was it?”

His eyes adjust at the speed of slugs, and he has to force himself to sit up. He blinks until the world makes sense. “Eddie?”

There’s tears. Salty, whimsy, slow tears going down Eddie’s face, but he’s never looked less sad. Buck gulps. Eddie’s angry.

“Who did this to you?” he asks, breathing heavily. He’s sitting on a chair, legs spread and elbows on his knees. He’s covering his mouth with his fists, observing down Buck’s body.

He hesitates. “Eddie-,”

“Buck, for the love of god, who did this to you?”

This is his fault. After everything Eddie said, after all the things he warned him about. This is his fault.

He tries to move his wrists. One’s broken for sure, the other feels… twisted. He sighs, wondering if maybe he’s in less pain now that his receptors are going wild, focusing on too many alarms at once. “I-,” he starts, cutting himself off.

Eddie wastes no time. He rises from the chair and sinks back down, kneeling in front of Buck and grabbing his face with both hands.

Buck realizes he doesn’t know how to treat him now that he’s so incredibly… unglued.

“Tell me,” he pleads, but it’s an order. He knows him too well. This is the last lock before he unleashes a monster he hasn’t seen in years. “Tell me before I find out myself.”

Buck breathes, glancing down at Eddie’s lips. It’s only a moment he allows himself glory before spilling his guts with truth.

This is his fault.

“I told my dad about you.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Consider this my Wip Wednesday!

I’m very tempted to write a second part to this where Eddie confronts the Buckley parents. What does the crowd think? I’ll read u!!💗

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#wip wednesday #tw: violence #should I write a part two? #im kinda invested #I wanted this to be longer but I’m so busy with school #I hope this is enough😭 #buddie #911 fox #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 tv show #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 abc #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #buddie wip #buddie fanfic #buddie 911

[deliciousangelfestival]

My Dear Wife - Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: Lloyd Hansen x Rich!Female Reader

Words Count: 3200

Summary: Our reader was safe from the hostage situation, and she got her answer for all her problems. But did she make the right choice being married to a lunatic sociopath? 

Check out Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (Extra Story)

A/N: This is the continuous chapter from 3 Billion Divorce. <<<Check it out if you haven't read it. 

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Thank you so much for reblogging the first chapter. 💕💕

I want to write the aftermath of the day Lloyd came to the reader's office with the divorce paper. 

But I feel the story would be better when both characters get to know each other. 

I would appreciate any comments and feedback you can give me. Please tell me if you have any ideas and feedback for part 3. 

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In the family, there will always be an evil uncle, aunt, or cousin who says hurtful things. Their bullet would be:

"Why are you still single?"

"How much is your salary?"

"When will you get married?"

"My son/daughter just got promoted or bought a new apartment."

They will say anything to make their family better than anyone else. 

The only choice is to ignore them and not return for another family gathering. 

But with you, it's a different case. You wished they would say hurtful things rather than try to get rid of you. 

They have shown you their true colors after your grandfather's funeral. 

Their first act was you woke up at a mental hospital with the note that you're delusional. 

You ran away and sued the hospital. 

They even use your friend to spike your drinks. Since that day, you lost your friend, and you never took a sip that was being offered to you. 

You almost got killed on the airplane, but the pilot didn't want to risk his life, so he told you the truth. 

You can't even stay at your own house. Cause assassins always break in to get you while you're asleep.

That's just some of the cases. 

After the suffering, you've been facing all these years. 

It's time to get revenge. 

You got an instant husband who is an expert at handling problems.

After your secretary sent the money, Lloyd untied the rope around your hands. What a paranoid man; he didn't trust you until he got the money. 

"Mr. Hansen, where is my bodyguard?" You couldn’t stop worrying about Jimmy after the car crash. You didn’t know what happened to him. 

He is still sitting and reading the contract. "Aren't we supposed to be husband and wife? Call me Lloyd, or hubby, or babe. Take your pick."

Lloyd wants to tease you and is curious about your response.

You’re not amused with his jokes, "Lloyd, I want my bodyguard to be alive and healthy."

Oh well, you’re not in the mood for jokes. He snapped his finger to his soldier to come forward. The soldier speaks softly, almost whispering, "Her bodyguard lost too much blood."

Lloyd clenched the soldier's collar, forced him to bend, and pointed his gun. "I don't care, treat him. If he needs to bathe in blood, so be it. Or do you want to pay the penalty of 3 billion?"

"No sir." The soldier shook his head and started to run. 

He put down the contract and clapped his hands. "Good news sweetheart, your bodyguard is resting. He got dehydrated."

"So what does my precious wife want me to do?" 

He strolls towards you. "Do you want to finish them as quickly as possible or slowly by torturing them?"

"The second choice."

"I thought you wanted them gone."

You scoffed. "They will lose their will to live when they see me become the head of the company."

Lloyd felt a shiver when you said that. He likes it when you sound desperate but bossy at the same time.

"I need to ask you, are you sure you want to pay me that much money? I could give you a discount if you want."

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter to me as long as I'm alive."

You walk around him while your eyes stay focused, looking at his blue eyes. "I see how you work, kind of spontaneous but deadly. You immediately betrayed my relative after I offered you more money."

Suddenly you stopped and smirked, "That means you're not afraid or just don't give a shit. I need a fearless man who is also a lunatic at the same time."

"Besides, I'm worth more than 40 million dollars."

He felt shiver again, and now his heart was beating loudly. He doesn't understand why.

Lloyd's hands cover his face. "Stop, stop, I'm blushing because of your compliment."

"We could write this into our marriage vows."

You rolled your eyes. "By the way, is there any room that I could use? I want to rest."

Lloyd smirked, "Oh honey, I haven't decorated the bedroom for our wedding night."

You sighed heavily, your finger running through your hair."Lloyd, Right now, your wife is exhausted, 4 hours ago, I thought I would die. I have no energy to banter with your joke."

"Okay princess." Lloyd raised his hands; he knew it was time to stop teasing you. "My man will take you to your bedroom. By the way, my room is next to yours. If you feel lonely, just knock." He winked at you. 

You rolled your eyes. "Ooh, and I want to have breakfast tomorrow. Black coffee and egg Benedict."

‘GASP!' Everyone inside the house was astonished at how brave you were giving orders to their boss. 

"Don't tell me 1 billion is not enough to get me proper food?"

You shook your head. 

Lloyd looked at you.

You didn't know the last time someone gave him an order, that person got thrown into the sea. 

This is the first time a guest has ordered breakfast in his mansion. To be exact, a former hostage became an honorary guest in his house. 

At the stairs, you look down at him. "Don't make me regret investing in you, Lloyd." 

His jaw twitched, but he stared at your back without replying. 

He never tries to prove himself. But to you, he has too. He doesn't want to disappoint you since you gave him so much money.

God, he loved a challenge.

He snapped his fingers to call the servants, "Tell our chef to give his best for tomorrow."

After you closed the door behind you, you finally took a breath. 

Honestly, you didn’t plan to sleep, but after you find the answer to your problem, you feel somewhat relieved, and the fatigue you've been holding in for four years finally releases and drains your energy. 

It’s a funny world; you feel safer sleeping in a house full of guns. Everyone here wears weapons like accessories. 

*****

While you are resting on the second floor, everyone is working since Lloyd orders his IT team to start looking at your family. 

It will take a while to get the info; while waiting, Lloyd took a cigarette to the terrace. He took a deep puff and exhaled smoke as he looked at the garden. 

He thought he could finish this job easily. But now it’s more complicated. 

‘BZZT’ The sudden vibrating phone woke Lloyd from his deep thoughts. He grins when he sees the caller.

"There's a new job for you." That British accent sounds annoyed, probably caused by Susan's nagging.

"Can't. I'm busy."

"I thought you'd done with the last mission."

"That one is done. This one is different."

"What is it?"

"I got married."

"...."

"You're… not… laughing. Are you serious? With who?"

"Y/N L/N."

Lloyd moved his ears away from the phone because Carmichael cursed too loudly.

"L/N? Don't tell me she's from the conglomerate family L/N & Co?"

"Yes."

"I heard she will be appointed as the leader next year. Lloyd, you lucky bastard."

"Thanks man. Hey, can you send all the files of the L/N family?"

"Sure. Consider this as a wedding gift from me."

That phone call was short but helpful. The best part is Carmichael didn't ask questions and was ready to help him. 

In a few minutes, Lloyd received the files. It seems like the CIA has been sniffing around. Everything is here. 

Your grandfather has eight kids, but after your father died, that left seven kids. 5 aunts and two uncles, that’s how many opponents you have to deal with.

The fight is different with your uncle and aunts because they don’t mind getting their hands dirty as long as they achieve their goals.

The files have dirt ready to use if the agency wants to blackmail your family. Your uncles embezzled the company money; there are also some cases of sexual harassment.

Your aunts do money laundry using their art gallery and boutique shops. Their husbands are politicians, it's obvious they received a bribed.

He got the info and everything he needed, and next, he opened your files. 

Only your father chose to be low profile. He handles car manufacturers. He’s good at his job, and the car he designed improved. Your mother is just an ordinary housewife. Your family is quite normal than other relatives. 

But the normal life is gone when your two uncles fail a mega project and humiliate the family business. It made your grandfather mad. 

Your grandfather chose your father as the next successor, but before the official announcement, your parents died in a car accident. 

It is still a mystery where the driver went missing. 

There’s a big question mark on the files. A big chance the one who hired the assassins is in your family. 

Your grandfather took you in, and you became a prodigy under his wings. Everyone knew you would be the next successor. 

After high school, you decided to study abroad, not in an Ivy League university your grandfather told you to attend. This is the first time you disobey him. 

He only participated in your graduation and asked you to get a master's at Harvard. 

Lloyd chuckled about the fact you went to the same university “No shit, she's a fellow alumnus.”

This time you did what he asked. While getting a master, your work in the company as an intern. It was difficult, but you learned a lot. 

The way you work in business also improved; your grandfather often asks your opinion to find solutions. The interaction between you both made others jealous. 

There’s also a hospital record of a car and ski accident. All the evidence showed all the equipment was broken on purpose.

"Such a heartless family." Lloyd shook his head; after he dug deeper, he realized your family is more complicated than he thought. Money is more important than blood. 

After finding out what happened, there’s an uneasy feeling knowing you’re alone right now.

Lloyd went into your room to check in; he knew this house security was top-notch, but it doesn’t hurt to check. He could talk to you until you fell asleep if you were still awake. 

When he went in, he saw you sleeping peacefully. 

You were wrapped in a white blanket like a burrito. He looked at you, defenseless like a bunny. 

He leaned down a bit before sitting at the side of the bed; you didn’t even notice. You must be exhausted.

He can’t imagine if he were in your position—four years of running and hiding. Surviving without any military background is quite impressive.

Lloyd knew his job was to protect you and stay professional, but right now, he couldn't help feeling protective towards you; he wanted to get all your relatives to the basement and torture them to death. 

“Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt. I swear in the name of 3 billion dollars." He whispered before leaving the room.

Usually, he doesn’t care if his client is satisfied with how he does his work. But with you, he wants to see you smiling and proud at his job. 

*****

The next day,

The sun was beaming through her blinds, causing you to stir. It’s been a long time since you’ve awakened from a deep sleep. You felt refreshed.

“Rise and shine.” 

Your body jumped; you didn’t realize someone else was in the room. 

There he is, already in his best outfit. He dresses like he wants to go hunting. In contrast, you look like a mess. There’s nothing underneath the blanket since they didn’t provide you with any spare clothes.

You clenched your blanket when he walked towards you. His right knee rests on the bed while you move backward, but he moves faster. You flinched without realizing it. 

As a woman, you know he has a beautiful body at first glance. Even his perfume smells nice. Too bad he’s a lunatic.

While you were lost in thoughts, he swept you with the blanket into his arms, cradled you to his chest, and carried you out of bed.

“Ah! What are you…?!”

Lloyd smirked; he found it amusing to see you caught off guard. “Didn’t you ask for breakfast?”

He carried you to the dining room and put you near his chair. In a few minutes, people appear, their hands carrying a food tray. They put down the food, and there it is. 

You could smell good coffee in a glass, not instant coffee like you always made, and egg benedict. The food looks beautiful. You’ve always wanted to have an aesthetic breakfast. 

You touch the coffee cup, enjoying the warmth in your hand. Lloyd thought you were scared. “There’s no poison in it.”

“I know.” You bring the cup to your lips” I remembered your vows.” You want to giggle, but you hide it by sipping the coffee.

Lloyd burst into laughter. It turned out you were awake. You keep surprising him. He felt like he had achieved something when he saw you enjoying breakfast. 

Suddenly one of the servants knocked on the door. "Sir, they're here."

"Great, let them in."

After he gives permission, you see a group walking into the room. Each of them has a different style.

You have so many questions; Lloyd said, "You are my honor guest. And you deserve the best treatment. I got the best hair stylist, and fashion expert to treat you."

Lloyd smiled generously. "This is my first gift to you."

"After you're done, there will be another surprise waiting for you." He said before leaving.

After the makeover is done, you feel like you are being reborn. It’s been a long time since you got pampered like this. You got to admit he did a great job. 

Before you go down the stairs, you see the silhouette you’ve wished to see. 

“Jimmy.” You ran down to hug him. 

“You're okay. I'm so glad.” Jimmy sighed, relieved; then he talked in his serious voice, "I know we're desperate but not this desperate to make a deal with him."

The moment he woke up, he punched one of the soldiers. No wonder why the car chasing is too much. It was Hansen Security who got hired. He heard about the company. They are famous as gruesome and heartless mercenaries. They will use every method to finish their job.

He was confused, and even though the soldier got hit, he wasn't mad. It turns out you made a deal with their boss. The money you offered was insane. But to you, money is not the issue. 

"I care for you like my own kid. I don’t want you to get hurt."

You want to cry when he says that. You've known him since your grandfather was still alive. He's a man of loyalty, and you're grateful for that. 

"This is why I made a deal with him. I don't want to lose you. Even though we're not related by blood. But to me you're family.”

Jimmy sighed again because you were right. There's nothing else you can do. 

“Ehem, pardon me for interrupt. But boss wants to see you both.” 

The soldier guides both of you to the room. He opened it with a passcode. When the door opened, you were awed by how many screens were inside and computers.

“Sir, the honored guest is here.”

Lloyd was looking at the screen when he turned around and became quiet when he saw you. The stylist he hired did a great job. You look different... in a good way. 

He cleared his throat. “I want to show you something.”

You saw the screen behind him. 

“Before we start planning to made your relative suffer, there’s another thing you should know.”

A picture of a news article and a photo of a wrecked car is shown. 

“Car accident that happened 19 years ago."

Your body flinched when you saw the pictures. It's a taboo topic. Nobody around you will try to open the Pandora box.

But this man… just opens the source of your trauma. 

Jimmy was ready to destroy the hardware if you asked him to. Because this is your nightmare.

On the other hand, Lloyd discovers new facial expressions from you. He likes looking at you as being weak. Lloyd wants to punish you a little bit. He still holds a grudge when you humiliated him last night.

 "I found the missing driver.”

“They made it look like an accident. But I found the driver and the person who hired him."

"Who?!!" You've been looking for the answer but always found a dead end. 

"The eldest child from your 3rd aunt's family."

Your cousin? That most spoiled person you've ever known? 

You remembered another cousin making fun of him, saying he needed a nanny to wipe his ass until he was ten. He couldn't even pass every test unless his parents bribed the schools. 

You heard he worked as a notary, but he was stupid. The land he handled for a mega project doesn't have a permit. While the investors had put their money. For sure, they sued him.

He came to your grandfather, begging and crying for help. 

He was the last person you could ever think of. 

"Your aunt and her husband get rid of all the traces."

Lloyd's words hit you like blows to the chest, and each of them made you lose breath. You always want to know the truth, but the pain is too much. You struggle to stand on your own feet. 

"Yeah…, there's …no way…. he can work ….alone."

Lloyd noticed you start panting, your eyes not focusing anymore on the screen. 

"What about…my other… family? Do they… know?" 

"All of them are working together. " 

"Urgh." The pain in your chest became unbearable. So their condolences at your parents' funeral are an act of pity? And your grandfather? 

That's when you realized. 

Oh, God.

Your grandfather knew the TRUTH. That's why he chose you as the successor to forgive his children. 

Your vision becomes blurry, your legs wobble, and it feels like the floor is moving. 

Lloyd moved fast when he noticed you couldn't stand on your feet. He caught you before you fell. 

Your hand clenched his shirt to make him bend down. Your face and his were so close that you could feel his breath. 

You saw his expression, he was not worried, but you could feel he was amused seeing your reaction. This bastard does this on purpose cause yesterday you embarrassed him.

There’s no way you would cry in front of this psycho. 

"Forgot… what I said….last night. I want them…gone."

Lloyd smirked. His hand removed yours that was holding his shirt. He touched your knuckles and kissed them gently. "As you wish my dear wife."

A/N: What do you guys think about this chapter? If you have any ideas for part 3, please tell me. It will be helpful. 

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Hello sweetheart 😘 I really really adore your writing so much ! So, I dare to send in an idea as well 🥰 maybe you're dating Harvey but he barely had time for you lately, so one time he wants to surprise you with dinner at his apartment and you enjoy your time together. Then you both end your evening with lovely passionate smut and lots of cuddles afterwards. In the morning he wakes up before you and takes time in admiring you, realizing how happy he is to have you ? Hope that's not too cheesy ❤️ thank you so much in advance!

{Warm} Reader x Harvey Specter

This has been sitting in my inbox for god knows how long. I thank you for your patience my dear. I love this idea so much, and this song Warm by SG Lewis is just perfect. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. P.S. nothing is EVER too cheesy for me to write <3

Word Count: 3,998

Warnings: Just some good ole fluff and smut, some very soft dom!Harvey.

Tagging: @rosedpetal @blacktreacle22

Summary: After a particularly brutal month in the office, you've noticed some changes. Harvey is just... not present. Rather than demanding his attention, you just simply float by, knowing eventually he'll return his negligence. And boy does he ever.

~~~~~

“Yn, you really just need to grow a set and tell Harvey he’s being a jackass,” Donna scolds through the phone.

I roll my eyes, “Donna, I told you before. I don’t mind. He’s focused on winning this case, and it quite literally is the life and death of this firm. So, while I appreciate your ‘words of affirmation’, I didn’t ask for them.”

“I know, I just hate to see you so neglected.”

“Oh please,” I pff, flipping my head to move a chunk of hair out of my eye. “Neglected is probably the last thing I am. I can entertain myself. I actually haven’t minded the space. Every once and a while it’s good to go back to the basics. I’ve finally learned how to take care of the plants, I can make a mean lasagna too. I’ve even gotten back into reading. For fun.”

“Sheesh, clearly something is wrong if you’ve been reading voluntarily.”

I snickered. “I don’t know, I saw a book recommendation on instagram and fell in love. Childhood penpals turned strangers, turned back to penpals and she found out he’s the world's biggest rock star and he’s been writing songs about her the entire time.”

“Sounds exactly like the fairytale mushy-gushy shit you love. How you found Harvey to fill those shoes I’ll never understand.”

“He’s just… I don’t know, exactly what I need? My life is perpetually disorganized and he’s too organized. We balance each other out. It just works, and I love our life. I love our dynamic, and I love him. Since he’s so busy, and I have the energy and mental space to, I don’t mind picking up the slack. Again, things will balance themselves back.”

Donna sighed, and I knew that flat line was on her lips. “I know, you’re always so insightful. Optimistic bitch.” I cackled a laugh. “But in all seriousness, Harvey needs you. You’re right, he is too organized. He needs you to unwind him. I know how he is, and he needs a kick in the ass every once in a while. So, if by the end of the week, he doesn’t come around a little, just push him. He’ll fold. Especially for you, and that ass of yours.”

A smile bloomed onto my face, the door of our apartment building coming into view. “Thanks Donna, I’ll let you know how tonight goes. Maybe I’ll stop by the office in the morning and bring the crew some coffee, a few bagels as well.”

“This is why you will always remain my favorite. Now go eat that Chinese food, you sexy son of a bitch.”

“How did you know I had Chinese food?” 

“Because I’m Donna.” Then the line went dead.

Psycho. My psycho, but still a psycho. 

I did indeed have a takeout bag hooked in my elbow filled with Chinese food. Sesame chicken and wonton soup for me, beef and broccoli with pork lo-mein for Harvey. I got a small order of pork fried rice and some scallion pancakes to share. I was about ten seconds away from crouching in an alley and eating myself into a coma. 

The city streets were just beginning to fill up with Friday night festivities. Those heading to lavish dinners or exotic clubs, dressed to the nines with pristine hair and outfits. I looked down at my beat up orthopedic sneakers that kept the never ending foot pain of being a museum tour guide at bay. Here I was, surrounded by the most eccentric and busy place on earth, with absolutely nothing to do.

And that felt amazing. 

I scurried up the steps to the apartment building, greeting our doorsman with a smile and a wave. He gave me one back, pulling open the big glass doors. The mild April chill vanished and the comfortable, still air caressed my cheeks. The elevator door chimed open, chimed closed, and ascended to the top. 

21… 22… 23… the floors climbed and climbed. What was I going to watch? The new season of Bridgerton was out, I could watch that. No, the next season can’t possibly be as good as Charlottes. Maybe a movie? Didn’t that second Dunne one come out? I’m not sure I understand the first one enough to comprehend the second. 

The ding sounds, and I step off, juggling my keys as I rattle off more ideas in my head. 

There's always The Big Bang Theory, maybe Two Broke Girls? Nah, I’ve seen those a thousand times. Maybe I should watch something new. No, nothing sounds interesting. I could try to read, but I don’t wanna risk spilling anything on my book. Once in third grade, I was eating a bowl of cereal in the morning, and I spilled the entire thing on my book. If You Give A Mouse A Cookie was never the same again. 

When the door opened, I toed off my sneakers, kicking them in the corner. I threw the keys in the bowl and hummed a song aimlessly. In the kitchen, I pried a plate out of the cabinet and began to spoon food onto my plate. I won’t tell Harvey, but I stole some of his lo-mein. 

“Yn,” a voice spoke. 

I spun so hard I knocked my hip into the kitchen island corner, a scream bubbling out. “Jesus fucking christ Harvey! You could warn me next time, fucking hell.” 

My heart thrashed in my chest, my eyes going a little wonky from adrenaline. I swallowed, bending at the waist to catch my breath.

“Sorry, my love,” he smiled, coming to raise me from my hunched over position. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“A simple text would’ve been lovely,” I sighed, rising to my full height. “What the hell are you doing…”

All words died on my tongue as I looked around. The table was decorated with a white cloth, candles skewed about. There were flowers in a vase on the counter, beside it a card with two small boxes. There was champagne chilling in a metal bucket of ice, a box of chocolate covered strawberries and cherries next to it. 

“Harvey, what’s all this for? Our anniversary isn’t for two months.”

He grinned, that smirk going right to my chest. “No, it’s not.”

“Then what's all… this?” I waved my hand around, noticing a few balloons blown up and taped to the archway. I somehow completely missed the rose petals lining the floor. 

“It’s because I love you,” Harvey grabbed my hips, pressing our fronts together. “You’ve been… dealing with me for weeks now. My absence, my constant mood swings and lashing out. And I know what you’re gonna say-”

“That I know you’ve been stressed and need some time to focus on the case?”

Harvey tilted his head, a flat expression on his lips. “Yes. That.” 

“It’s not a big deal, Harvey. I know how important work is to you, and I know that you’ve really needed to focus so the firm doesn’t crumble and-”

“But I need you to know that you are a thousand times more important than work,” he says, placing his palms on my cheeks. He kisses me softly, stealing the air from my lungs. “Then the firm,” another kiss.  “And anything that has to do with that hellscape. I love you, Yn. And I don’t know what I would do without your constant flexibility with my chaotic life. So this is a very small token of my appreciation. The first part, at least.”

I hummed against his lips, letting my arms lay across his shoulders. I kiss him deeply. “The first part?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded, hands falling down my back, a less than PG-13 flex of his hands on my ass. “First, I want you to open those little boxes. Then, we’re gonna eat and have some dessert.”

“I feel like there's more to this list,” I smile, making my way back to the counter to get our food. One second to the next, Harvey gripped my arm and pulled me back into his chest. I could feel his desire pressing into me. “Looks like I’m right.”

“You’re always right,” he whispered, breath tickling my ear. He kissed the side of my neck, leaving a little bite below my ear. “Go sit, I’ll get the food.”

A new thrill fueled my body, propelling my steps to the dining room. I sat, playing with the end of the table cloth as Harvey brough everything over. The champagne, the card, the boxes and the food. Before he made his way to his seat, his palm cupped my neck and he tilted my head back. His deep, lust filled eyes locked with mine before he kissed me again. 

“Open whichever you’d like, darling,” he sat opposite me, tucking the napkin across his lap. 

“Just because I did what anyone would for their love doesn’t mean you need to shower me with gifts, Harvey,” I said, giving him a pointed look. 

“And if I bought them just because I wanted to?” 

Point taken. I read the card, a picture of a polar bear wearing sunglasses on a beach with a coconut in its hand plastered on the front. 

Classy. It made me giggle nonetheless.

To my Yn,

Thank you. I’m sorry. I love you. Thank you for being here, even when I wasn’t. I’m sorry for my absence, I promise I’ll be more conscious of my time spent at the office. I love you, more than I ever thought I’d ever be able to love anything. You are everything I’ve always wanted, and everything I never knew I’d need. After this last month, I didn’t understand just how badly I craved you. Your smile, your laugh, your warmth. The taste of you in the morning, and those adorable snores at night. No matter how many times I do it, I’ll never get tired of kissing you. Never tire of taking your breath away. I’ll never get sick of you being the first thing I see when I wake up, and the last thing before I sleep. 

You are forever entwined in my soul, Yn. And I wouldn’t dare to imagine it otherwise. 

I love you. <3 Harvey

I looked up at him, tears lining my eyes. He just winked at me, fork scraping his plate as he shoved a mouthful in. 

“Fuck you for that,” I sniffled, brushing away the tears as I blinked. “That was so uncalled for, you didn’t need to do that to me. That’s so unfair.”

He smiled, “I know you love that shit. And before you ask, Donna didn’t come near me when I was writing that. It all came from up here.”

I laughed as he touched the side of his head. “Good to know all those years at Harvard Law taught you something other than corporate jargon.”

“Open the boxes, little devil,” he sipped his champagne, nudging the boxes towards me. 

Both were a dark blue velvet, unlabeled. They were closed with a silver ribbon. The first one I grabbed was about the size of a book, and something rattled inside. I undid the bow, lifting the lid. Inside was a Kindle. I gasped, pulling it out and looking it over. 

“Harvey,” I grinned, mouth falling open. “You did not.”

“But I did,” he smiled brightly. “Unlimited.”

I could jump his bones from across the table. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Well, after you find out I got you a case, a Pop Socket, and one of those stands with the remote clicker so you don’t even have to hold it, you might love me a little more.” I squealed, pushing out of my chair as I crashed into him. We nearly tipped backwards. Harvey laughed, rubbing my sides as I latched onto him. “I knew you’d appreciate this. I know we haven’t been together much, but I remembered you showed me a video of some girl who had one.” “You remembered that?” A new set of tears choked my voice. 

“Of course I did. And I also remember you telling me that if I bought you another set of earrings you’d use them to pierce my ears, so that option went out the window.”

I swatted his chest, Harvey’s smile easy as he eased me off of him. “This is perfect, thank you so much.”

“Of course, my dear. Now open the next one.”

What could be better than a Kindle Unlimited? With a stand AND a remote to turn the pages for me. Harvey has no idea what he’s done, I’ll literally never get out of bed again. 

Practically ripping the box in half, I take off the lid and peer inside. 

I blink a few times, looking from him to the box. “My passport?”

“Yup.”

“I feel like there is something I’m not getting here.”

“There is.”

“Are you gonna tell me or make me guess?”

“I’m not that mean,” he rolled his eyes. 

“I mean you have been ignoring me for the past month,” I feigned being upset, letting out a little yelp when he threw a piece of broccoli at me. “You're literally four years old.”

“We’re going to China.”

Everything stopped moving. I dropped the box, my small, navy blue passport skittering across the floor. My ears buzzed, my fingers buzzed. “I- What?”

Harvey grinned. Fuck, I missed that grin. “We’re going to China. We won the case last night, and I am desperate for some time with you. You’ve always wanted to go, so why not now? I have everything set up. We’re gonna stay in the mountains, we’re gonna go hiking and see some shows. I also know you’ve wanted to-”

“We’re going to China?” I had to make sure I heard him right? I’ve been learning the language for years now, engrossed with their rich culture and history. The cuisine, the art, the music… everything. Had I been in a different timeline, I would’ve moved there. 

“Yes, my love. We’re going to China. Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” My eyes nearly fell out of my skull. “I can’t take two weeks off of-”

“Yn,” he cut me off, knowing I was going to spiral into a never ending list of reasons of 'why this and why that'. “It’s all been taken care of. All you have to do is pack a bag and get you cute ass in my car on Sunday morning. Don’t worry about anything else.”

“But-But Harvey… what the FUCK? WE’RE GOING TO CHINA? Oh my god, I have to call Donna.”

“Can you call Donna tomorrow? I have other things I’d like to do before you go blabbering to her about how amazing and awesome I am for planning this.”

I eyed him suspiciously. “Donna planned this, didn’t she?"

“She did find the panda place. And the art festival. But everything else was my doing. You can applaud now.” Cocky, arrogant son of a bitch. My cocky, arrogant son of a bitch, but one nonetheless.

I looked at him, dumbfounded. He did all this for me, just because he had a crazy workload. I feel like it should be the opposite, me pampering him, congratulating him on his huge win. Not him fueling my book obsession and planning my dream trip. 

But it was yet another reason I loved him more and more every day. He just did these things, without prompting. Without need. He felt like he was neglecting me, leading to… all of this. 

We ate our dinner, chatting about anything other than the case. I asked about it, twice, and he completely side-stepped my attempt. I wanted to know, but if he didn’t want to talk, I wouldn’t push. I told him the plot of this terrible Mafia romance book I finished earlier in the week, and he listened to every grating, awful point I made about it. All with a dopey smile on his face. 

Harvey cleared the plates, setting them in the sink. He brought more champagne, the strawberries and the cherries. In a calm silence, we devoured them, eyes raking over each other. I risked a look below the table, seeing just exactly where he wanted the next phase of the night to go. 

“You looking at it makes it worse, you know,” Harvey leaned back in his chair, my legs propped in his lap. He stroked his hand up and down, fingers dipping into one of the holes in my jeans. 

“Good,” I smiled, a sinful intent in my eyes. 

He looked from my smile to my eyes and back down. With a curse, he threw my legs off his lap and pulled my chair close to his. Harvey enveloped his mouth with mine, the sweet taste of chocolate mixed with the sour berry and tarte champagne. Every flavor on his tongue became my own. 

I was in his lap the next second, legs folded against his thighs. Harvey kept me firmly planted. Steady. He wouldn’t dare let me fall. I got lost in him, suddenly aware just how long it had been since I truly had him. Truly tasted him. Truly craved him.

He stood, taking me with him. The familiar route to our bedroom whirled by. I landed on the bed with a soft bounce, tugging on the collar of his shirt until he laid on top of me.

“So demanding,” he whispered on my lips. I wrapped my legs around his hips to emphasize my need. “Fuck… I love it when you get like this.”

“You made me this way, Harvey,” I pleaded, eyes catching him. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to give you what you deserve,” Harvey sighs. It’s not heavy, but it’s noticeable. “Let me take care of you, Yn.”

“I just need you to-”

“I know, my love. Let me worship you. Treat you how you deserve. You’ve been so patient with me, now let me return the favor.”

Well, I’d be stupid to deny him.

Delicately, he kissed down my torso, lifting my shirt over my head and throwing it for tomorrow's problem. He removed my socks, then my jeans. From ankle to knee, he kissed and bit my skin, making me squirm against the sheets.

Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, the tips of my fingers and toes pulsing with anticipation. With the last remaining pieces of my clothes gone, he spread my legs, kneeling to the ground. 

The sight of Harvey Specter on his knees between my thighs was… empowering. Not that he hasn’t tasted me with his tongue, I’ve just… always been on top. Never so… exposed.

A heady sigh left my lips, body going lax with the first pass of his tongue on me. I clenched my legs against his ears, muffling my whines. He pushed them against the mattress, eyes pinning me as he sank his teeth into the muscle of my thigh. 

“You know better than to hide those pretty moans from me, my love.” Yes, I do know better. “Scream my fucking name if you want.”

I just might. 

He made quick work of me, practiced movements easily sending me up and up and up. He’d slow back down, torture me with more bruising marks on my thighs while I writhed and begged for him to let me release. I arched up off the bed when he added his fingers.

I was so close, a month's worth of pent up desire threatening me all at once. My mind and body were on fire. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I chase that high, circling my hips against his face. His hands, firmly planted on my inner thighs, I shook, that month long ache finally subsiding before roaring back to life. 

When I thought he’d stop, he kept going. Around and around and around his tongue went. Teasing and sending an endless supply of pleasure through my body. 

“H-Harvey,” I gasped, my body up in flames over his never ending devotion.

“I’ll stop when I want to. Fuck Yn, you taste so sweet. Almost as sweet as hearing you beg for me to let you cum. Can you take one more?”

Again, I nodded, content to let him spend however long he wanted at my aching core. My second release came much sooner than the first. He didn’t bother teasing me, knowing it would ruin all his hard work if he stopped. With a few more sweeping passes, he licked me clean, sitting back on his heels to look at me. He wiped my cum off on the back of his hand, giving me a wicked grin.

“You are so fucking beautiful, all laid out for me to do as I please,” Harvey said, beginning to strip. 

“Please Harvey, have me. Any way that you like.”

He chuckled, kneeling over me. “I will, but like I said, I want tonight to be all about you.”

“Well I want you to fuck me.” I am not very good at being subtle. 

“How can I deny you when you ask so nicely,” he purred, closing our lips together, I parted my legs for him, desperate for the friction of his body on mine. His chest, his stomach, his hands lacing with mine. I needed all of him all over me. 

It didn’t take long for him to slip inside me, every inch of him stretching me in the most desirable way. I hummed as he stilled, his need clear in the way his arms shook to keep still. 

“Move, please please move,” I begged, threading my hand in his hair. With a reluctant drop of his head, he rolled his hips into mine, our bodies finally meeting in full. 

“I was trying to be gentle,” he reasoned. 

“Fuck gentle, I need you. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I know my love, I know.”

With each thrust into me, a new sensation bubbled inside me. My toes curled, my back bowed, my eyes fluttered shut. He quickened his pace, heavy breaths falling from his lips into mine. His air was mine. Every muttered curse and moan and praise went straight through me. He needed me as much as I needed him.

~~~~~

With my mind not fully awake, I lazily fling myself off my stomach and onto my back. My arm knocked into something hard, and I squinted against the morning sun. Oh, Harvey.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, crashing back down against the pillow. 

He chuckled, kissing the hand that accidentally hit him in the face. “It’s okay.”

“Are you going into the office?” I asked, still keeping my eyes closed. Man this bed is so comfy…

“No?” He said, a question in his tone. “Why would I?”

“Why else are you up so early?”

“I was just looking at you, my love. It’s been a while since I’ve just… looked at the love of my life. Taken the time to appreciate just how fucking stunning you are.”

My heart melted, a lovesick feeling welling up in my chest. I turned over, facing the handsome lawyer and grinned ear to ear. “I’m sure I look fabulous after last night.”

“You’ve never looked hotter. Lips swollen from mine, hair a mess from my hands… your body covered in my-”

“Okay,” I snatched his lips between my fingers, silencing his next words. “I did just wake up, at least let me shower before you destroy me again.”

“Only if I can quote on quote destroy you in the shower before I cook you breakfast and fuck you again on the counter.”

My eyes snapped open, meeting his blown out pupils. “You certainly have a vivid imagination for…” I looked over at the clock on the side of the bed. “... eight thirty-seven AM.”

“Wait till you find out I’ve been awake since six. With nothing to do but plot all the ways I could ruin you.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, offering my lips as a peace offering. He quickly accepted, kissing me deeply. “Man, I missed this.”

“More than you could ever know.”

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hi author moon 👋🏾

hope your doing well and i wanted to put in a request. Chanlix x fem reader with prompts 65,67 and 75 with fluff please?

also MERRY CHRISTMAS

if you don’t celebrate that, then happy holidays!! ♥️🎄

Hello my dear, I hope you had a lovely holiday season and started well into the new year. I'm sorry I wasn't able to finish this one before Christmas but I really hope you like it😊Thank you for the request💕

We always need you

Pairing: Felix x Chan x fem!reader / Chanlix x fem!reader

Word Count: 981

Summary: After a long week you and Felix decide to convince Chan to take a break and relax for one

Warnings/Tags: fluff

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Chan wakes up to someone planting tiny, loving kisses all over his face. He makes a soft sound and rolls onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow. “No,” he protests weakly, and can hear you giggle. 

“Morning, love,” you greet him fondly and run your hand through his untamed curls. “Come on, you have to be back at the company in an hour.”

“Don’t want to,” he groans and buries himself deeper into the pillow. “You can’t make me.”

“Maybe not…but Lixie can,” you smirk, and Chan snorts. 

“Yeah, sure, I wanna see that,” he laughs, flinching away when someone hits his arm playfully. 

“I’ll show you,” Felix chimes in, and Chan turns onto his back, squinting his eyes at him. Felix hovers over him with an amused grin, hair hanging into his face as he does. “You look like shit.”

“Good morning to you, my charming baby,” Chan laughs, not even offended, and rubs his face tiredly.

“When did you get back yesterday?” you ask.

“You mean today. When did you get back today?” Felix corrects you with a chuckle, and you fondly roll your eyes at him. 

“I don’t know, three?” Chan shrugs. 

“That means five,” you sigh softly, scolding him more gently than you should. 

“Fine,” Chan sighs right back at you. “I just needed to finish-.” 

Felix shuts him up with a kiss, leaning down and connecting their lips tenderly. “It’s always just one little thing you had to finish; don’t bother,” he laughs, and Chan shoves his chest.

“I demand cuddles,” Chan announces cheerfully and reaches out for you. You let him pull you against his chest and get comfortable, smiling at Felix, who does the same. Your hand finds Felix’s, and you intertwine your fingers on Chan’s stomach. Chan soothingly runs his hands through your hair, smiling as the two of you search his near. “I love you two so much.”

“We love you too, Channie baby,” you answer with a fond smile. “We missed you yesterday.”

“Oh, come on,” he chuckles. “You have each other. What would you need me for?”

“We always need you,” Felix argues gently and cuddles closer. “All we do is talk about how much we miss you when you’re not there when we go to bed.”

“Mhm, we really miss your warm hugs and kisses then,” you agree. 

Chan almost chokes on his chuckle as tears brim his eyes. He didn’t expect you to be so sweet and actually feel like it makes such a difference if he’s there in the evening or not. “Bullshit,” he whispers weakly, but the way your grip on him grows tighter proves him differently. 

“Can you finish off earlier tomorrow?” Felix asks, soothingly rubbing his chest and nuzzling his nose into his neck. “We wanna take you out for dinner.”

“Any special occasion?” he asks surprised. 

“No…we just think you deserve a break,” you tell him, and Chan’s heart is about to burst. 

“Also, in case we haven’t mentioned that, we missed you the past few nights,” Felix giggles. 

“Do you have time? If not, we can reschedule,” you promise, and Chan quickly shakes his head. 

“No, I have time, I always have time for you two. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to show you that in the past few weeks,” he apologizes and hugs you both very tightly. “Dinner sounds amazing.”

-

The next evening, Chan drags himself in ten minutes before your departure. He throws his bag into a corner, kicks his sneakers off, and stifles a yawn as he makes his way into the living room. Chan’s exhausted from the lack of sleep these past few days; his back and neck hurt from sitting at his desk all the time, and his body screams for a break after that extra lesson with Min today. He had been anxious to mess up the new choreo, and Minho was glad to help him out, but they were both exhausted after. Chan forces a smile onto his lips, pretending to be so thrilled about their public dinner tonight. He frowns, seeing Felix and you still on the sofa in casual clothes and tilts his head at you. “Uh…I thought we leave in ten minutes?”

You flash him a smile and shake your head. “Lix told me how tired you were when he stopped by,” you tell him, and Chan’s frown deepens. 

“We decided to go out another time. What you need tonight are cuddles, your favorite meal, and a long, warm bath,” Felix adds with a gentle smile. 

“But…what about dinner?” Chan asks, sitting down heavily between the two of you as you pull him down. “You two were so excited.”

“You being home and able to relax is worth so much more,” you promise, and Felix hums agreeingly. 

“And when did you ever say no to cuddles and a nice night in?” Felix giggles.

Chan looks at the two of you stunned, and can’t fight the tears brimming his eyes. “You’re so cute,” he breathes out, and before he knows it, the two of you wrap him in a loving, warm hug. He sniffles softly, feeling slightly overwhelmed, and smiles as neither of you questions it. “I love you so much.”

“We love you too, babe,” Felix assures him and kisses his cheek. “Now try and relax a little, and let us handle the rest, okay? No thinking for others tonight, just let us spoil you.”

“Okay,” he chuckles softly and wipes his cheeks as you pull back from him, laughing at himself. Only then does he notice what both Lix and you are wearing. “Are those my shirts?”

“They’re plain black. Take a wild guess, Channie love,” Felix snorts. 

“I still get confused sometimes when I open your closet and stare right into the void,” you add, laughing as Chan makes a soft protesting sound and lovingly pinches your side. 

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[kaylas-world-0]

Are your requests actually open for bullfrog? If so, is it alright to request for yandere headcanons of him? ( or oneshot if that fits more to your liking! ) With human reader that possibly works for eden?

It doesn't has to be anything bloody! Any yandere scenarios that fits him are fine, You can change the scenario if you want it too

And sorry if im misunderstood it! You can just delete this request if i did so!

A/N: Yandere looks so out of character of him. But I give it a try for you dear anon~ Yan!Bullfrog and a worker of Eden? (It's not like humans and hyberds already have a complex realationship enough) Oh jeez. We are going in a big rollercoster ride here, so buckle up your seats guys! 😏👀☕️💦

I need one more thing to say. There is a similar ask like this one. A reader working for Eden. So I'm gonna change this request a slightly bit, so both wouldn’t cross much. I hope that's alright for you :)

AND SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT AAAA--

Bullfrog x h!reader HEADCANON-ish? (It's a bit diffucult to tell with what I write here :')

Warnings: blood, dead bodies, possesive behaviour, ooc

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Word Count: 1.1k

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa

Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~

×Anouncment: I am no longer writing for Yangere Bullfrog. It's so out of character of him and I don't want that. Please don't ask me to write about it again my dear readers~ Thank youu. (I'm also so bad at writing yanderes oh my god 😭)

You both already knew each other when it all started

"Hey, do you have any gum?”

"Gum?" You glance at your soldier friend.

"Yeah, I like to chew on them. Do you have any?”

"Uh... no sorry." But you checked on your pockets anyway. Who knows? Maybe you actually have it. Before you can even lift your head a breeze past you.

A breeze? In the middle of the hall where no windows open?

You glance at your side, seeing what is left of your friend on the ground, his throat ripped open as he choked on his own blood and died in mere seconds. You stared at him as his lifeless body lay down motionless.

"I was talking to him.”

"Pas désolé, he is pretty much dead now."

You glance at him unimpressed while he stared up at you with a smile, a sweet sickening one, making you feel annoyed even more. His bloody blades disappearing behind his wrists.

"You need to stop your little visits. They will notice our talks one day. And it's not gonna be pretty for both of us.”

“We never agreed it would be. Qui a dit que ça m'intéressait de toute façon.” He grinned at you as he connected his hands behind his back.

How do you two know each other? Well, you two met when you started to work for Eden, seemingly. You're an agent observing Eden's work and informing your superiors. That's it. That was your job. Being a spy. Dangerous you need to say. Thankfully, if someone notices your act, you know how to fight.

It wasn't long before the assassin and spy met in unfortunate circumstances. Forcing you to fight side by side in a station where both of you are in grave danger. It was in the past now. Either you regret meeting him or not… you weren’t sure.... yet

After that day, he didn't seem to forget about you. Or your purpose. It looks like you managed to catch his attention from the first moments.

He started to show his face whenever he could to the point you can't ignore anymore.

You did get irritated by that a lot of the time, especially in the beginning. But now you just… get used to it? You don’t know. It’s not like he listened when you told him to go.

Thankfully whenever he kills your ‘comrades’ he helps you to not get caught because of his reckless actions? You actually started to think he's doing it on purpose too. Just to stay a bit longer and interact with you more.

You don’t actually care who he kills. You just want him to not ruin your cover.

But when you start to notice every person you talk to starts to disappear or end up dead? You start to worry. Like a lot. How can you not? Your life is on the line.

You know it was him doing it. But you just didn't get why. You are more than capable of handling yourself.

What was he thibking doing all that? Risking your whole mission- YOUR life- To get you caught? There need to be more to it. There is something really wrong with him…

And you were proven right when you found one of your agent friends covered in his own blood, near him only stood and stared Bullfrog while he slowly... died. Like he wanted to teach him a lesson in his own mind.

His blades were bloody. There was something horrible the way he just… stared. What shocked you even more was what he uttered out to the body laying motionless, to the soulless eyes.

“No one… no one can take her away...” he slowly wiped the blood from his mouth.

Your eyes widen with that. How does a normal person would act in this situation? Run away for their life? Scream? Cry? Grow in anger? Probably. But you were a skilled agent. You stepped inside, even you couldn't belive how calm you were, he quickly got aware of your presence and tilted his head with a smirk. He never hid that glint in his eyes.

“Bonjour, mon lumière. How was your day? Good I hope?”

You shook your head, and went straigh to the point, “What have you done?” It was the only thing you could let out at the moment. A lot of things went trhough in your head but you just stood there and actually hoped to hear a manageable answer?

He opened his arms towards you and approached, he actually believed in what he said, “He was going to get in between like all the others. I couldn’t let that happen.”

The more he came closer the more you stepped back, you shook your head, “You are not even making any sense. You are sick, you are—“

You yelled in pain and dropped down on your knees before you could even put up a fight to get away. He cut your ankles. Not actually cut them in two but that still hurted like hell. You hissed and suck in a breath. You grimiced and tighten your fist. You are not going to show any weakness to him.

You panted in pain as he held you in his arms, caressing your back. You growled in anger on his shoulder, wiggling in his strong hold, trying to get away but he didn't even move an inch and continued holding you tightly, not very affected. How could he be so strong?

“Don’t worry, ma vie. You will soon understand that I’m freeing you from the burden of working under an organization as vile as Eden. You’ll be at peace with me. I promise." He caressed your head ‘lovingly’. “Nous serons ensemble pour toujours.”

Your angry yell muffled in his chest. As his eyes stared blankly into space with a smile on his lips.

Everything got so much worse after that...

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[my-corneroftheworld]

Stay here a little longer

Summary: Shuri frequents your apartment (your riri's roommate) and you finally find out why.

Tags: Shuri x fem reader, pure cringey filth, smut (if that wasn't obvious) minors not allowed, scissoring, fingering, cunnilingus

Wordcount: 625

Ps. Shuri's purple tracksuit does something to me and as usual, I welcome constructive criticisms in the comments. I am new to writing smut so don't expect much.

Shuri would come to Riri's apartment for a second opinion about new tech. Or at least that's what you kept on telling yourself. It certainly had nothing to do with you. You've barely spoken to one another, just a hey here and there. But right now all you could think about were the moments that alluded to something like this. That time you offered her coffee and her hand brushed yours and lingered for a second longer than it should've. Or the time when you were discussing something dear to your heart and she would look at you so intentionally it made your whole being tingle.

Not to say you haven't checked her out when she and Riri would talk about things far beyond your understanding. How her hands moved in sync with her words or how her canines would peak through when she smiled. You expected it to end there, only allowing yourself to enjoy one another from a distance. So how is it that you ended up underneath the revered Queen of Wakanda you had no idea.

She was kissing your neck, allowing her hands to roam on every curve of your body. You couldn't help but moan when she kneaded your thighs. "Are you ok with this?" she asked in between breaths. "Yes, oh my god yes," you answered and took her face in your hands pulling her into a kiss. It was slow and passionate but it didn't take long before you became desperate for more. Your shirts and bras were the first to go. Feeling your chests rubbing together as you hold each other whilst grinding on each other was ethereal. You wanted more, no you needed more. In a daze you beg her to touch you, to feel you. "Anxious are we?" She asks with a smug look on her face. But you could tell she was as desperate as you by how quickly she discarded your pants. Completely naked, she began to kiss you from the neck down stopping at your breast, sucking a nipple whilst gripping the other. You felt her hand hover above your core, your breath quivered and your hips bucked chasing for any kind of friction. She touches you slowly and watched as your eyebrows pinched out of ecstasy. Then she put a finger in, then two, each stroke taking you closer to your destination. Just a little more. "Don't stop...please don't stop" you pleaded.

Right when you're almost over the edge, she stops. You look up at her with tears in the corner of your eyes. "Don't look at me like that. I'll make you come as much as you need but I want to feel you first." She stations herself between your legs, one by her shoulder and the beneath her. Once she comes in contact with you, you start grinding, trying to relieve yourself in whatever way you can. She grunts quietly and pushes your hips down slightly as a warning. Letting you know that she was in charge of the pace. "Be patient, my love." The nickname makes you flustered despite your appearance. She starts grinding on you in an even rhythm. It didn't take long before you were a moaning mess. She could feel that you were close and brought her finger- her gorgeous fingers- right where it needed to be. You called out her name like a silent prayer, one that she welcomed. "Almost there, baby." Until finally you saw lights, your body being washed over by intense pleasure. Shuri joined a few moments after and then brought you close. She held for a few minutes, the silence was a comforting one. "Lets stay here a little longer" She finally said before kissing you on the forehead. How can you say no to that?

#shuri x you #shuri smut #shuri fanfiction #shuri x y/n #shuri x reader

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 38

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

only the dead have seen the end of war by @kartoffxl [MCD]

Lance must have seen something in Keith’s face, because his expression crumpled in anguish. “You… You love me back.” He put his head in his hands. “Oh my god. You loved me. You love me. This—This is so fucked up.” “Lance, I—” “Tell me I’m wrong.” There were tears in his eyes. “Tell me we didn’t just waste all those years being cowards.” Keith clenched his fists at his sides, still reeling from the whiplash of what he had just heard earlier. This can’t be happening. “Say it!” Lance pressed. “Say you don’t love me.” Please, his eyes begged. Keith and Lance finally figure out that they’re absolutely, undeniably, embarrassingly in love with each other, just not exactly in the best of circumstances.

okay so. this is. technically. one of the meaner fics im reccing. HOWEVER. it is gaspingly unbelievably beautifully and painfully written. even the summary kills me -- say you dont love me. im begging you. im begging you to lie to me right now. as we lay dying im begging you to have mercy on me and let me believe i didnt have a chance for beauty with you. im begging you to let me die with one regret instead of millions. please. please dont let me die being loved by you. LIKE WHAT

2. Toast to Freedom by @icypantherwrites

Keith is used to more than his fair share of dark looks. What he’s not used to is seeing those looks directed at Lance for no reason that he can determine and it’s making something uneasy settle in his stomach and the heavy press of the mantle of leader weigh even heavier as he should be doing something about it but he doesn’t know what. But causing a scene will upset the alliance they need and so Keith chooses to wait it out, to address it after the feast. He should never have waited.

will never ever in my life get over to 'i drank your poison because no suffering would be worse than watching it on you' not ever. it is always so so everything. and NO ONE does it like icy panther

3. Disjointed Soul by @icypantherwrites

Lance falls victim to a Soul Leecher, a dark spirit that is drawn to disjointed souls to steal them for itself. The Paladins must go into Lance's very soul to save him, uncovering truths about themselves and Lance in the process. Time is of the essence before Lance is lost forever. Good thing they have such helpful, adorable soul guides.

"Hi there baby Lance," Hunk greeted. "Ohwah," Lance burbled back. "¡Ohwah!" "Ohwah?" Pidge repeated. "I think he's saying "hola,'" Hunk grinned. "You know, "hello" in Spanish. Hola, baby Lance." "¡Ohwah! ¡Ohwah!"

this is one of THEEEE original insecure lance fics fr like it was the BLUEPRINT. 2018 there wasnt a langst loving soul who hadnt read this at least twice. its not too long for my dears w shoddy attention spans but its long enough to have quite a bit of substance!! team as family with communication and lance at the centre of it. what more do u want

4. Sleep Well, My Son by @icypantherwrites

A tiny accident becomes literal when Lance is turned into a child with no recollection from his older self. Coran has hopes the effects will be relatively short-term, but in the meantime he has a scared child that needs both reassurance and care. And while Coran might not have had the chance to be a father… he feels like one now.

look i love a good de aged lance fic and obviously when i was making these bookmarks i was scrolling my way thru the tag. and this one is especially amazing bc it is coran centred! this is a coran fic! this is a fic about quiet grief in the life you never got to live and acceptance for the life you have now and love for the people life has brought you!! it is about coran finding family through people who so desperately need it!! it is everything!!

5. Amigos by @icypantherwrites

A dangerous mission becomes even moreso when Lance is turned into a child with no recollection of his older self in the middle of it. Keith has never been good with kids and that certainly isn’t going to change now. Somehow though he’s got to convince Lance — who doesn’t speak a word of English and is staring at Keith with too wide, too scared of eyes — to come with him, get them both out of the Galran base now crawling with sentries alive, and then, assuming they get that far, figure out how to change Lance back.

shut up about the repeated author shut up about the same trope shut up about the. okay. i am a simple creature. i am annoying. i like to sit on my little armchair and open my little phone and read the same thing a million times. there is a Way to read fic and that way is to click on and scroll through a tag until you find a fic you like then scroll through that author and then go back to the tag and rinse and repeat. besides this fic is amazing okay i love klance but we rarely get platonic klance and its GOOD okay

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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[avocado-writing]

Hi! I love your Good Omens fics<33 *sends you little cut out paper hearts*

May I request an Aziraphale and nonbinary reader? where Azi fell in love with them and always becomes a cute, blushed babbling mass around them?

(I just want fluff after that season ending:’) )

notes: thank you for the love & the paper hearts *hangs them on my wall* I paired you up together hope that’s ok !

words: 1.4k

pairing: aziraphale x reader

rating: T

tags: mild claustrophobia; mutual pining

Aziraphale is in love, and Crowley is annoyed.

Not that he’s annoyed about the love, per se, they’re immortal beings after all - occasionally they end up developing feelings for humans. It’s not unheard of. Aziraphale has had his share of infatuations, but the problem is he very rarely acts on them. Just makes puppy eyes at someone for fifty years, and then they die.

So when Crowley sees how Aziraphale is around you, he knows the angel is going through the same steps again.

There you are, every week, doing your delivery. Looking “rather smart” in your postie’s uniform, as Aziraphale once remarked. Arms full of parcels and a smile plastered on your face. You clearly like him back, it’s obvious, but neither of you will bloody talk to each other about it.

Aziraphale becomes a bit pathetic around you. Crowley would tease him for it, if he didn’t know he was already agonising over every interaction after you’ve gone anyway.

“Good morning, Mr Fell!”

You call out as you gently nudge the door open with your boot. You’re holding a stack of parcels using your chin as a wedge to keep them in place, lest the pile topple over and litter the shop floor. Aziraphale gets out of his chair - where he’s been sitting for the past hour, waiting to hear the sound of your engine like a child might wait for the trill of an ice cream van - and skitters over to help.

“My dear, let me help you with those–”

“Oh, it’s alright! I’ve got strong arms. Just show me where you’d like it.” You pause, then quickly correct: “Them! I mean, like them.”

From the corner of the room, behind his gossip magazine, Crowley rolls his eyes.

“Just in the stockroom here, thank you.”

“Gosh, you are ordering a lot of books lately, Mr Fell.”

Crowley bites back the urge to comment that he’s doing it in order to see you. One week you were off sick and a different postie covered your route, and Aziraphale was miserable about it for days.

“Well, I am a bookseller!” - lies - “And please, my dear, I’ve asked you to call me Aziraphale.”

“Alright,” you say, shyly, but you never do.

The angel’s cheeks go a rosy colour as he signs for his packages, and Crowley can tell he’s desperately trying to think of a way to get you to stay for a bit longer. His normally erudite friend is reduced to blabbering awkwardness around you.

“Actually I was just boiling the kettle, would you like some?”

A beat, then Aziraphale looks mortified.

“Tea! Would you like some tea?”

“What is this, a bloody Carry On film?” Crowley mutters under his breath. You don’t seem to hear him, and if Aziraphale does he pointedly ignores the comment.

“Oh,” you say, looking perhaps a little disappointed at the correction, but recovering quickly, “I can probably spare ten minutes before I need to get going. I’d love a cup, please.”

Crowley watches the two of you engage in idle, unimportant chatter, and the way you stare at the other when you think they aren’t looking, the brush of fingers as mugs are passed, the affectionate smiles. It’s maudlin. It’s saccharine. 

Aziraphale manages to stumble his way through ten minutes of conversation with you despite his nervousness, and it makes Crowley nauseous. When you finally have to say goodbye the angel looks like a kicked puppy, and he follows you to the bloody door to see you off, and then starts making a list of what else he can order to make sure you’re back next week.

It’s been this way for months, this repeated pattern of dancing around each other. And it’s getting dull. 

Crowley snaps his magazine shut. If neither of you will make the first move, he will.

📕

“Where would you like them today, Mr Fell?”

“Same as always, my dear. Stockroom!” 

He holds the door open for you and you haul the ridiculous pile in with surprising strength. Crowley waits until you’re both fully inside, Aziraphale showing you where the delivery needs to go, and quite suddenly a gust of wind slams the door shut behind you both (and somehow manages to lock it).

You yelp, dropping the parcels all over the floor.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry Mr Fell, let me–”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, it made me jump too! Here, I’ll help…”

The two of you get to your knees, gathering up parcels and stacking them neatly on one of the tables. The room is not large, a couple of metres left in space maybe, every other inch being taken up by books; so when you both stand up you’re rather close.

Aziraphale looks into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat. You want to say something, anything, but instead you chicken out and reach for the door handle.

It’s stuck.

“Oh, erm,” you say, rattling it harder. Aziraphale frowns.

“Let me have a go, hang on.”

But the outcome is the same. The door is locked. Aziraphale knows it didn’t lock on its own, but he can’t really miracle it open while you’re right there. Instead he knocks hard on the door.

“Erm, Crowley, are you out there?”

“Oh dear, Aziraphale, is something the matter?” comes the reply from the bookshop.

“Yes,” the angel answers through gritted teeth, “by some terrible luck the door has gotten stuck. Can you be a dear and find the key for me? Should be in the desk drawer.”

“Alright, I’m having a look for it now,” says Crowley, as he walks over the road to go and get a coffee.

Aziraphale turns back to you, ready to assure you that you’ll be freed soon, only to find you looking very peculiar.

“My dear, are you quite alright?”

“Ah, sorry. I’m, erm, not great when I’m trapped in small spaces,” you tell him, eyes darting wildly, looking for a way out and coming up empty.

Aziraphale swallows. You do look quite worried. Crowley had better be quick. (Crowley is currently ordering a large americano and taking a seat in the corner of the coffee shop).

“Can I help?”

“Can I–” you wince a little, “gosh, this is so unprofessional, can I please ask you to hold me? Having someone rub my back calms me down. You don’t have to, of course, just–”

You don’t need to ask twice. Aziraphale steps forward and takes you into his arms. You fit perfectly, and feel just like he always imagined you would: soft but sturdy, the most wonderful shape against him. His hand is unsure at first, running up and down your back lightly, but when he feels you relax into him he renews the gesture with gusto.

“Thank you. Sorry, I feel very silly.”

“You have nothing to apologise for. I’m sure Crowley will get us out of here lickety-split.”

“Mr Fell?”

“Aziraphale, please.”

“Aziraphale…” it’s the first time you’ve actually used his name, and he’s pleased as punch to hear it fall from your lips, “may I ask you a question?”

“Anything.”

“Do you actually sell the books you buy, or just order them to see me?”

There’s a beat, and Aziraphale freezes.

“It's just because whenever I drop off new packages I always notice you never unpack the old ones, so I thought…”

“Erm.”

“It’s alright if you do. To tell you a secret, I always rush my route so that I can spare the time to have a cup of tea with you. It’s my favourite part of the week.”

“Oh. It’s mine too.”

And suddenly he’s not comforting you, he’s embracing you, and you’re returning the gesture. You readjust your position so you can look up into his face, and he finds you have the softest eyes.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to go out for dinner?”

You light up.

“I’d love that. Are you free tonight?”

“Call it seven?”

“Sounds… perfect.”

When you reach to kiss him, he finds your lips are soft too. So he kisses you again. And again.

📕

Crowley comes back forty minutes later with a little pastry in a bag for Aziraphale, to say sorry for locking him in. A wave of his hand at the door means he doesn’t even need to bother with finding the key, and he throws it open, hoping to find you finally properly talking.

Well, turns out your mouths are a bit busy for that.

Snogging. Snogging is what’s happening. Your hand is buried in Aziraphale’s curls, tongue firmly pressing against his. Aziraphale has a hand full of your arsecheek and has lifted you a bit so that you can wrap your leg around his calf, letting you caress him a bit with your foot. His waistcoat is undone, your shirt is untucked from your shorts. Both of you are a bit of a mess.

Crowley opens his mouth to speak, can’t find the heart to interrupt, and gently closes the door again.

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#aziraphale x reader #good omens x reader #ineffable husbands x reader #michael sheen x reader #request

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Twisted Wonderland Monster!AU Snippet: "A New Life"

So since the writing process for the pregnant fem!Yuu is taking a little longer than I'd like (I've got so many ideas on types of interactions before and after the baby is born, but as I said in another post, it's tricky figuring out which character to have in said situation 😂), I thought I'd share a snippet of what I have so far so you guys can see!

It might end up being a little (lot) longer than I anticipated depending on how much I want to add, so thank you for your patience everyone!

Note for context: Fem!Yuu is about five (5) months along in the beginning before she arrived in Twisted Wonderland, which means we get to explore the monster boys being curious (if a bit tsun-tsun) about the future baby. Grim is also acting like those pictures and videos of cats who snuggle their pregnant owner's belly, but he doesn't even know why he's doing it and no one else has any idea what's going on either. 😂

ALSO, IF I NEED TO TAG THIS ANY SPECIFIC WAY, PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN ADD THE TAGS FOR THIS AND WHEN THE FIC IS READY TO BE POSTED!!!!

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“…hm?” Grim uttered, quickly pulling away to stare at Yuu’s middle with wide eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked.

Grim said nothing for a moment, his expression focused as he pressed his cheek and ear against her belly again. Just as it had earlier, Yuu felt movement inside—movement that startled Grim as he jumped away with a yelp. “Fygah!? What was that?!” he asked, fur bristling and wings flaring defensively.

“Wait, what happened?” Deuce asked.

“I felt somethin’ move!” Grim told them, looking thoroughly spooked now.

“What?! Does the human have a parasite inside?!” Sebek said, Yuu wincing as the volume caught the attention of the students around them.

“Don’t be silly. Internal parasites can't be felt so clearly outside the body,” Riddle commented, holding his tray of food as he sat down at a nearby table.

Realizing that things would get out of hand if she didn’t stop it, Yuu reached out to pull Grim into her arms and said, “He’s not wrong, guys. Grim did feel something move.”

That seemed to get everyone’s attention as they stared at her in confusion. “He…felt something?” Deuce repeated. “What do you mean?”

“Well…let’s just say that—technically speaking—I wasn’t the only human that came to Twisted Wonderland.”

“EH?!?” came the literal chorus of voices as the teenagers stared at her.

“Wait, you mean there’s another human somewhere?!” Cater asked, his phone already up and ready to start typing. “Where are they? Do humans turn invisible? What’s their name??”

“No, humans don’t turn invisible. As for where they are…you’ll have to guess that. And for their name…well, they don’t have one yet.”

“Eh? How come they don’t have a name?” Epel asked. “And…if there’s another human here, why weren’t they at the ceremony?”

“Oh, they were there,” she told them, unable to help the smile on her face. “In fact, everyone was looking at them the whole time.”

“I didn’t see them at all!” Grim protested, paws reaching up to grip her face. “Tell me where they are!”

“Grim, you’ve probably been the closest one to them for the past month now,” she told him, laughing as she booped his nose. “At this rate, I’ll be having trouble carrying you and them around.”

“Huh? What does that even mean?” he asked, looking at the others as they shrugged.

“Fufufufu…oh my. It would seem my suspicions were correct!” a familiar deep voice behind them said.

“Fygah!! Where’d you come from?!”

Despite the surprise appearance, Yuu’s smile was still as wide as Lilia’s as the lantern bat hung upside down beside her. “My apologies, I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation,” he said before tilting his head to peer at Yuu. “I believe congratulations are in order, my dear. When are you due?”

“In about three and a half months,” she told him, placing her hand on her stomach as the baby moved again.

“Oh! Well, it seems like we’ll all be hearing the pitter-patter of tiny human feet around the school. How lovely~! Is this your first?”

Nodding, she said, “Yeah. I’m a little nervous since there’s been so much going on, and things have been a little…stressful.”

“Ah yes, I can understand that,” he replied, giving the others a sly smile. “After all, I’ve heard that stress isn’t good for expecting mothers and their unborn baby.”

“B-b…b…BABY?!”

“Ah, there it is,” Lilia said with a chortle. “I was wondering how long it would take.”

“I was just thinking of how to give them a bigger hint,” Yuu said with a giggle.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” Ace stammered, eyes wide as saucers. “You mean…Yuu is pregnant?!”

“Mm-hm. You hit the nail on the head!”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEH!?!”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #fem!yuu

[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

A Little Angel (Or Devil?) Chapter 3

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: Matt and Reader, happily married at the end of Angel of God, my Guardian Dear, start the next chapter in their life together -- parenthood.

Warnings/Tags: Smut, Unprotected Sex (I mean obviously, Matt and Reader are trying for a baby), Pregnancy and all that comes with it, no graphic depiction of childbirth

Word Count: ~1200

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

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FlutterFlutterFlutterFlutterFlutterFlutterFlutterFlutterFlutterFlutterFlutterFlutter…

Matt’s head tilted curiously as he stood in the kitchen cleaning up after breakfast. He had been hearing the same strange fluttering sound off and on all morning and he was starting to wonder if a butterfly or something had gotten into the house. 

Whatever it was, he wanted to try to get it out before the dining room furniture was delivered in about an hour. He and Y/N had already both taken the day off to deal with accepting and arranging their new furniture, so he didn't want to have to also be spending all day trying to locate then shoo out whatever was flitting around the house as well. “What is that sound?”

“What sound?” Y/N asked as she came up the stairs from the basement. “I don't hear anything.”

Matt listened closer, the sound growing louder as Y/N walked into the kitchen. “It's a fluttering noise. Kinda sounds like a butterfly or a hummingbird beating its wings -- oh.” 

Holy shit.

Suddenly it all made sense… the intoxicating change in Y/N's scent, her nausea and fatigue over the past few weeks, the butterfly --

Not butterfly. Heartbeat .

Matt slowly walked towards Y/N, focusing on the sound that he now realized was coming from her abdomen. 

He took her hand. “Sweetheart,” he said carefully, “I've been thinking about how you haven't been feeling well for the past few weeks, and um… have you considered the possibility that you might be pregnant?”

Y/N took a surprised step back. “What? No, no, there's no way, right? I mean, my cycle hasn't even really had the chance to get back to normal yet.”

Matt shook his head. “I don't want to get our hopes up in case I'm wrong, but you might want to take a pregnancy test just to make sure.”

Y/N took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, I -- I actually bought a couple while I was at the pharmacy the other day so I'd have some for when we might need them, but I definitely didn't think it'd be this soon.”

Matt nodded. “Where are they?”

“They're upstairs in our bathroom cabinet.”

“Okay.” Matt bit his lip. “Do you, um, do you want some privacy while you go do that?”

Y/N took his hand. “What? No, of course not. Positive or negative, we find out together.”

They headed upstairs to their bathroom, where Matt spent the longest ten minutes of his life waiting to find out if he and Y/N would be growing their family. 

After the alarm on Matt's phone went off Y/N picked up the pregnancy test off of the bathroom sink, her free hand slipping into Matt's.

“Well?” Matt asked nervously. “What does it say?”

Y/N sucked in a breath, her heartbeat quickening. “It’s positive.”

Matt's heart leapt with joy. He had been pretty sure, but to have the news confirmed… “Yeah?”

Y/N let out a watery laugh. “Yeah, it's clearl y positive. I'm pregnant.”

“You're pregnant… You're pregnant!” Matt picked Y/N up and spun her around. “We're going to be parents!”

He gave her a kiss. “Oh my God, I love you so much, angel.”

Y/N kissed him back. “I love you too, Matty.”

Matt tilted his head curiously as she started to giggle. “What's so funny?”

Y/N gently patted Matt's chest. “Of course you'd knock me up immediately after I stopped taking my birth control.”

Matt smirked and wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist. “Well, we have been practicing quite a bit, and you did say that you could tell that the Murdock genes were strong.”

Y/N laughed again. “Yeah, yeah, I know your inner caveman is proud of your ability to procreate so easily. How'd you even figure it out?”

Matt smiled softly. “I can hear the baby's heartbeat.”

Y/N let out a soft gasp. “Really?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah, I'd been hearing it off and on all morning, but I finally realized what it was after I pinpointed where it was coming from.”

He knelt on the floor and lifted Y/N’s shirt up, then nuzzled his nose to her bare stomach before giving it a gentle kiss. “Hi, baby,” he said. “It's Daddy. Mommy and I just found out about you but we love you already and can't wait to meet you.”

Y/N carded her fingers through Matt's hair. “Not too soon, though. We want baby to be fully developed before we welcome them into the world.”

She pulled out her phone. “That reminds me, I should make an appointment with my doctor to get official confirmation from her and make sure everything's okay so far.”

Matt nodded and stood. “Let me know when it is and I'll go with you if you want.”

Y/N gave his hand a squeeze. “Of course, sweetheart.”

Matt waited as Y/N called her doctor's office. "Hi, yes, this is Y/N Murdock, and I need to schedule an appointment with Dr. Miller… I think I might be pregnant and need to have it confirmed. Yeah, I took a test at home this morning and it was positive. Mmhmm, mmhmm, yes, yeah, that's perfect. Okay, see you then. Thanks. Bye."

Y/N hung up. "Dr. Miller actually had an open appointment slot at 2 o’clock this afternoon."

Matt grinned. “That's great. Hopefully we'll have the dining room furniture all in place by then, but if not I can finish dealing with it while you go to your appointment.”

Y/N hummed. “Good thing we're still furniture shopping since we'll be needing to turn one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery sooner than we anticipated.”

“So when do you want to tell everyone? After your appointment, obviously, but I mean how long do we want to wait before we start spreading the news?” Matt wanted to immediately tell all of their loved ones that they were expecting, but he understood if Y/N would want to wait until she was further along.

Y/N was silent for a moment. “I want to tell Aunt Ruth in person but I don't want her to be the last one to find out, so maybe we can get everyone together while she's in town for her birthday in a few weeks and tell them all then.”

Matt nodded. That was completely reasonable. “Okay, yeah, that sounds good.”

He placed a gentle hand on her stomach. “I still can't believe it. I'm so happy, angel.”

Y/N set her hand on top of Matt's and gave him a tender kiss. “I am too, Matty. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” Matt turned towards the doorway as he recognized the now-familiar sound of the furniture delivery truck pulling up. “The dining room furniture is here.”

Y/N hummed. “Too bad we’ll have to wait until after my doctor's appointment this afternoon to break it in.”

Matt huffed out a laugh as they headed back downstairs. “Oh, don't worry, angel. I'll make absolutely sure it was worth the wait.”

#lotmf writes #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x f!reader #matt murdock x y/n #AoG Masterlist #ALA(oD) Masterlist

[fetchingfletchling]

if angels did exist

suburban legends, chapter i

hey everyone, this is my first proper fic and I had a lot of fun writing it! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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pairing: sunday(hsr)/female!reader

tags: established relationship, foot fetish, foot jobs, lingerie, religious and childhood trauma on sundays side, cnc, soft femdom, kink negotiation, modern au, unprotected p in v sex, married couple, master/slave dynamic (just via roleplay tho), orgasm denial, creampie

summary: you and sunday have been married for a while but haven't been experimenting as much as you'd like in the bedroom due to him suffering from religious guilt that got instilled in him as a child. You help him to feel more comfortable with his sexual desires.

notes: this is a modern au, not set in the hsr universe but rather on earth as we know it. So no aeons and stuff. this story will be published in an episodic format, meaning the chapters, though connected, can be read as stand alone one-shots.

word count: 4.9k ao3 mirror here

You’re finally back home from brunch with your girl friends and as you take off your shoes your ears pick up two male voices echoing from the livingroom.

One of them you’d recognize anywhere and aren’t surprised to hear: it belongs to your dear husband, Sunday.

However, the second voice, though familiar, you didn’t expect to hear on a fine Saturday at four o’clock. In your home.

"What exactly am I looking at here, Aventurine?" As you stalk towards the direction of their muffled voices, you hear Sunday chastise the other man, tone full of disdain and agitation.

Through the milky glass of the door you can make out Sunday’s silver hair, as well as a blond man dressed in green, whom you’ve met a few times before — Aventurine — a business partner of your husbands. This is the first time he’s been over for a visit, though, and an unanounced one at that.

"Whoops, sorry, I guess that was the wrong folder," the other man responds sheepishly, although you don’t pick up on any shame or regret in his voice at all.

"Well get it out of my sight already, this is inappropriate and my wife will be home soon."

"Oh please, don’t act like you hate it. It’s just me here. You can be honest."

"You…ugh," Sunday groans and even with his figure blurred through the glass, you can still make out that he’s dropping his head and pinching the bridge of his nose, like he so often does when he’s irritated.

"Y’know friend, I heard through the grapevine that your wife hasn’t been all too satisfied with you lately," Aventurine states as he leans in closer to your husband before he continues, "You should consider spicing up things. I just thought I’d help you out, but I guess you don’t want that." He rolls his eyes and gestures dramatically.

"And who told you that?" He’s agitated at first but quickly shifts to a more defeated tone. "You know what, forget it. It’s none of your business so if there’s nothing else you need..." he doesn’t finish his sentence, politely implying that the other man should be making himself scarce.

Finally, you decide to make your presence known. Poor Sunday is clearly at his wits end with this shameless man, so it’s high time you stepped in.

"Hey honey, I’m back!" you call out, knocking on the door before letting yourself in.

Sunday scrambles to shut the laptop closed. Maybe with a bit too much force. When you walk in he’s looking at you like a mouse that’s come face to face with a hawk. You know him well enough to tell that a part of him is scared that you’ll give him hell and threaten to leave or punish him for having looked at something so "sinful", even though the rational part of him knows you would never.

"Oh, h-hey angel, how was it?" He sits up a little to straight, looking unnaturally stiff.

"It was great, dear. Bronya sends her regards," you chirp as you saunter over towards the sofa where Sunday is seated. "Aventurine, are you bullying my dear husband again?" You quirk an eyebrow as you challenge your guest playfully, all while trying to signal to Sunday that he’s not in any trouble.

"Me? Never!" the blond responds in a faux offended tone, not even trying to supress his chuckle.

"I was just showing him some…" he pauses dramatically, and very much on purpose. "…work documents, right?" he turns to Sunday, shit eating grin in place as always.

"Hmmm, that so?" You purr as you finally come to a stop before Sunday and lower yourself down to sit on his lap, snaking your arms around his neck and rubbing soothing circles into his neck and shoulders to alleviate some of the tension.

He’s clearly being eaten alive by guilt. "Love, I…"

Before Sunday can finish his sentence, however, Aventurine cuts in. "Well, look at the time," he exclaims as he packs up his device and rises to stand. "While I’d love to stay a little longer, my schedule says otherwise."

"Oh, leaving so soon already? I was just about to start dinner, you know."

"And that’s one more reason why I should be taking my leave. Wouldn’t want to impose on you, seeing as you probably didn’t expect to cook for a third person," he retorts.

"Alright then." You shrug and stand up. "Let me at least see you off then." You offer and lead the way, leaving Sunday behind in the living room. Alone with his own thoughts that you hope won’t torture him too much between now and when you walk back into that room in approximately two minutes.

As soon as you’re out of Sunday’s earshot you speak up. "You weren’t really showing him work related stuff, were you?" While the question itself comes off as inerrogative, you make sure to soften your delivery. You obviously know what really happened, and you want to make it clear that you’re not upset. Because you’re really not. This might just be the little nudge your husband needed to be more open, sexually.

"No." He admits, nonchalantly. "I just thought I’d do you a favor, is all." As you arrive at your destination he turns to lock eyes with you, with that usual arrogant grin gracing his features.

"Oh? How so?" You quirk an eyebrow at that.

"A little birdie told me that you told her about your boring sex life, so I just thought I’d give Sunday a little nudge. Isn’t that what friends do?"

Looks like Topaz is more of a gossip than you thought. You make a mental note not to answer her personal questions so honestly anymore.

"Hey," you stem your hands into your hips. "That’s not at all how I worded it, don’t make it sound like I was complaining." You pout. "It was her who initiated the topic and I just answered that I wish Sunday wouldn’t deny himself of things he clearly wants to try. That’s all." You sigh as you relax your tone and posture. "Who knew you were the meddlesome type, huh?"

"Oh I’m not. I just like to see that man lose his composure.~" He chuckles. "But hey, it might just work in your favor? Feel free to thank me later." And with that last bit he opens the door, heading straight for his pompous vehicle and driving off into the sunset.

"I’m sorry, darling. The truth is: we were looking at something…filthy."

Those are the words that spill out of your husbands quivering mouth as soon as you open the door to the living room. He’s now stood right in front of you, piercing your gaze with his pained one. His hands trail up to your biceps, tenderly rubbing and squeezing the area.

A part of you feels mad on his behalf, for the fact that he’s been conditioned to feel shame for his worldly desires. Particularly the sexual ones.

It’s been almost a year since you and Sunday started dating, and roughly four months since he went down on one knee to officially tie the knot with you. Faster than the average couple, you’re aware, but you had no doubts in your mind that he was the only one for you. You’d already lived together for a while, so you knew you were compatible as roommates, too.

One thing both of you were clear on from the start was that you wanted to remain childfree, perhaps only adopting pets somewhere down the line. Much to the chagrin of Sunday’s family. But really, they were — and most likely still are — less than approving of your union in general. You’re far from the ideal wife they decided was fit for their only son. They’re the type to care about pedigree, status and appearances more than anything. And given that you stem from a much lower social class than him — being a "nobody", so to speak — you were met with scrunched up noses and glares, rather than welcoming arms. Sunday was hesitant to introduce you in the first place, but back then you were still naïve and optimistic about meeting his family.

He gushed a lot about his sister, Robin, who sounded like a good person. Thus giving you confidence that this might apply to his parents and youngest sisters as well. At that point he hadn’t opened up much to you about his upbringing. He merely tried to dissuade you from meeting them by dropping vague hints at how strict and peculiar they are.

That was really underselling it.

You don’t think you’ve ever been regarded with as much passive-aggressiveness as on that first and final dinner with his parents. But the thing that really got your blood boiling was the way they talked about Sunday — all while in his presence, too. Not even your own parents were that controlling and degrading when talking about you.

"Oh, well I suppose our Sunday is at that age where modern men are too busy to settle down and start a family, but I don’t think it’s fair on this young lady if you toy with her feeling like this only to drop her in a few months, you know." His mother had sneered. You’re still reeling from her shrill voice.

That was also the first time you had ever seen Sunday truly mad. Your stomach was already well on it’s way to sinking, as you were used to men placating their parents at all cost and throwing you under the bus in the process. You knew most people valued their parents‘ approval more than oxygen, even if you no longer belonged to that demographic yourself. So it was a pleasant surprise when he stood up for you.

"That’s quite enough mother." Sunday interrupted her, almost growling and sending her a sharp look. He had placed his hand on top of yours, giving it a tight squeeze before resuming.

"I know you don’t want to accept this relationship, but I’m serious about her." He had glanced over to you and his gaze softened. "I feel safe with her. She makes me happier than any of the girls you’ve tried to put on me, so please stop treating my future wife so rudely. If you can’t do that, we have no reason to come back here." He had stated sternly, and at that his parents fell into stunned silence for a brief moment.

Too brief of a moment, you lament.

It didn’t take long for the them to process the shock of it all and begin fuming.

"How dare you speak to your mother like that!" His father had barked, face turning beet red. "We didn’t raise you this way! What happened, Sunday? It was that vixen, wasn’t it? She’s trying to turn you against us!" He had continued to cry out.

"Stop it, please–" Sunday had pleaded with weary eyes and even wearier tone. He had taken a pronounced inhale before decidedly rising from his seat and ushering you to do the same. He‘d rushed to gather your belongings and gripped your hand tightly, bolting out the door to their ridiculous, marble dining room. On the way to the front door you could still hear his parents losing their minds as you marched through the long corridors, letting him pull you along. You were so shocked that you didn’t have enough energy to hold yourself up properly, so you were grateful that he effortlessly pulled your weight along.

After that he hasn’t been in contact with them to this day. He said it was the last straw for him and refused to entertain their demands any longer.

Of course a part of you felt terrible about this development. You wish he could have a good relationship with them, you really do. But It’s a classic case of parents‘ hopes and expectations for their children being incompatible with what their progeny actually wants to do with their own life. And to be honest, you think this is what’s best for Sunday’s wellbeing in the long run. He’s already let the first quarter of his limited time on earth be dictated by them, the rest should be up to him.

That particular Tower was always destined to fall apart, because it was built on an unstable foundation to begin with.

"Oh Sunday." You sigh, placing your hands on his waist to pull him closer. "Please know that I’m not mad. I actually overheard a little of your conversation. I would’ve confronted you if I didn’t like you looking at that kind of stuff, honest." You smile to reassure him and pick your right hand up to caress his cheek.

He leans into your touch and exhales the heaviest sigh you’ve heard him make since that time he tried baking his first batch of cupcakes, without your assistance, and they came out as chunks of coal.

"I know, darling. You’re always so good to me, I feel bad for allowing fear to get the better of me."

You decide to test the waters. "So… how did you like what Aventurine showed you?" You bite your lip in anticipation.

"Oh, uhm," He jolts back ever so slightly, blush creeping onto his cheeks. "It was kind of hot, actually," he admits, voice growing weaker with every syllable.

"Really?" You perk up "Want to tell me if there’s anything you’d like to try?" You try to encourage him.

He swallows. His eyes dart to the side for a moment before he opens up.

"There was this one couple who roleplayed as master and slave. I’m ashamed to admit that it… excited me."

"The man was the master in that video, but I don’t think I can bring myself to treat you like that, love." He confesses, and goes to cup your cheeks with both of his hands now. He leans in for a chaste kiss, which you reciprocate with a little more passion, already getting riled up by the idea of exploring a master/slave dynamic with Sunday.

"I know, I won’t push you to do what you’re not comfortable with. But you’re saying you’d like to be the slave, then? You know I’m not experienced with domming either, but I’d love to try." You practically beam at him.

"So, do you want to try this tonight, perhaps? Or is that too sudden?" You check in with him, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitance or discomfort.

"Yes, I think I’m finally ready to try something new. I know I’m safe with you. You would never shame me and mean it."

"Of course not." You throw your arms around his neck to draw him in for an eskimo kiss. You’re practically purring now. Maybe you really do have to thank Aventurine? No way, you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, and it’s certainly none of his business. He already knows too much about your intimate life anyhow.

"So, do you want to go over the exact scenario now or after dinner? Oh! And don’t forget to come up with a safe word! And – And –" You’re rambling excitedly now, but a familiar gurgling sound soon disrupts your babbling.

Turns out your stomach has obtained independence and voted for the "after dinner" option.

Sunday chuckles. "Why don’t we have dinner first, hm? Leave the prepping to me." He envelops your hand with his and leads the way to your kitchen.

You can’t argue with that.

After you and Sunday had finished cooking and sat down to have dinner, you proceeded to discuss how you both want the rest of the evening to go. You set up safewords and talked about your limits in great detail.

Now you’re seated on your shared bed, having just finished changing into a new set of lingerie you couldn’t resist when it caught your eye in one of the shop windows on your casual stroll last week. The black lace of the babydoll accentuates the shape of your body nicely, while still leaving just a tiny bit left to the imagination. You decided to pair it with matching black stockings and – Sunday’s favorite – high heels.

His fetish for legs, feet and footwear is one of the few things he was open to incorporate even early on. The foot massages he offers of his own accord, coupled with the powerful feeling that surges through you when you manage to excite him with ease by putting on a sexy pair of shoes, are certainly a nice byproduct.

You check yourself in the tall mirror across from the bed one more time before calling out to him.

„You can come in now.“

The doorhandle clinks down and Sunday enters the room from outside, starting to walk towards you but stopping not even a second later as he registers your appearance.

„Damn…“ he mutters as an almost pained groan threatens to leave him.

„You look gorgeous in that, angel,“ his gaze grows soft as he closes the distance between your bodies and leans down to kiss you.

Of course this wasn’t the first time you wore a set of lingerie for him, but you always opted for cuter and lighter sets before. You wonder if you felt drawn to this one because, on an intuitive level, you could sense that you were about to engage in something more raunchy? Who really knows. You’re just happy that it’s working its intended charm on your husband.

„I’m glad you like,“ you giggle and snake your arms around his neck, pulling him down to the bed with you.

„More than like,“ he presses a passionate kiss to your lips this time.

„How am I supposed to behave when you look so ravishing…“ he parts from your lips and sighs, pulling back to get a better look at you. His eyes are trailing down your body until they land on your thighs, with his eager hands only lagging behind by a second before they dig into the plush flesh.

You giggle at that and retort: „Then don’t behave, silly. You can be a naughty boy, too. Just makes putting you in your place all the more fun.“ You can’t supress the smug grin on your face as you say it.

But Sunday’s already a lot more dazed than you anticipated. He barely seems to register what you’re saying, his eyes closed and his mouth busy kissing and licking at the skin of your thighs.

He only hums in response, briefly looking up at you with glossy, half-lidded eyes before returning to his desperate ministrations. You can tell he’s already growing hard through his boxershorts as he ruts pathetically against one of your legs.

„Aw,“ you let out a condescending coo while massaging his scalp, „Poor baby. Already so needy, huh? But-„ you sit up to disrupt him, grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him away from your body. „You’re not allowed to cum yet, got it? We just started after all. I think you need to earn it first. Don’t you?“

He whines at that but doesn’t protest further.

You grab his chin and pull his face closer to yours, making him look you in the eyes.

„I asked you a question, honey. It’s rude and I know I taught you better than that,“ you say sternly.

„Y-yes ma’am. You’re right… as always,“ he practically moans out.

You agreed to roleplay as an aristrocratic mistress and her younger servant. With a lot of encouragement Sunday revealed to you that this was a big fantasy for him that he’s been fantasizing over since his teenage days. So that explains why he’s so into period dramas, you thought to yourself upon learning of this less than an hour ago. Really, you’re just happy to have gotten a little closer to him once again.

„Mhm, better,“ you hum, satisfied with his answer, and release him from your grip.

You lean back on the bed once again, wriggling your legs out from between his and placing one foot on his chest.

„Well, these shoes aren’t gonna come off by themselves now, will they?“ you taunt him. „You know what to do, get on with it boy.“ You feign a yawn.

„Yes ma’am…“ he mumbles as he carefully slips the shoe off your foot and repeats the motion on the other one. He leans down to place them neatly at the foot of the bed before sitting on his knees, hands in his lap, and looking at you expectantly.

„Good boy,“ you praise. You meet his gaze and a devilish glint surfaces in your own as you try to supress a grin.

„Hmm so obedient. I wonder…“ musing, you sit up on your elbows now to get a better view of the slim man in front of you. You lift both of your legs up and let your feet frame his still clothed bulge. You apply some pressure to the area, rubbing your feet along the outline on either side. „Will you be able to sit perfectly still while I do this?“ you almost cackle, feeling way too cocky.

Sundays eyes widen at that, his audible gulp not slipping past your notice. He sits up a little straighter, shoulders rolling back as determination settles on his features.

He doesn’t reply and this time you decide to let it slide. Your desire to tease and rile him up overpowers any other thought you might’ve had.

You decide to sit back up on your behind, granting you more range of motion. His cock is hard enough for you to squeeze the tent between your feet and so you begin to rub his erection up and down in a tortutous motion.

Your eyes flit up to observe his expression and it does not disappoint. He’s biting his lip, shifting his weight backwards and squeezing his eyes shut. He looks like it’s taking him every ounce of concentration not to rut up into your touch.

„So good for me, you’re behaving so well baby,“ you purr, slightly increasing the tempo and pressure of your ministrations to push him further.

„F-fuck! I can’t!“ he moans, his body no longer listening to him as he bucks up in a staccato rhythm.

You can feel his precome forming a wet patch in his briefs and decide to bring your movements to a halt. You withdraw your legs wordlessly and rise from the bed.

„Wha… what?“ Sundays eyes snap open and he turns to you in disbelief, puppy eyes trained on your form as you bend down to pick up your shoes and make a show of putting them back on, practically wiggling your ass in his face.

Slowly you stand up straight and turn to face him halfway.

„Sorry darling, but today’s playtime has to end here. I totally forgot the time, my husband will be home soon.“ You shrug your shoulders and pout your lips in a faux apologetic tone.

You waltzs over to the vanity and grab the robe that’s been draped over it, slipping it on and nonchalantly pretending to check your makeup in the mirror. You grab a book from the shelf beside it before heading towards the door. As you grip the handle you turn to glance back at Sunday’s disheveled form, still perched atop the bed and looking lost as a stray puppy.

„Do make sure to clean up after yourself, boy. If my husband finds out about this I’ll make sure you go down with me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be downstairs reading as I wait up for him like a good wife.“

You don’t get to open the door more than a few inches before it gets slammed shut roughly and the book in your hand hits the floor with a thud, your body colliding with the wooden surface as Sunday presses you up against it with his chest to your backside. His hands come up next to your face which is being smushed against the material, making your words come out in a muffled and awkward manner.

„Huh?! Wha do you tink youe doin?“ you hiss, trying to wiggle free from this compromising position.

„I’m sorry but I can’t hold back,“ he apologizes and it almost sounds like he means it.

„Ah! You little!“ You gasp out as you feel his naked member hit your lower back. This guy is seriously trying to rape you. And you’re ashamed to admit that it’s making you gush into your panties and clench around nothing.

Or at least that’s how you decided your character feels about it. For you, this exactly what you were aiming to coax out of him with your earlier teasing.

Sundays hands are coming down to your hips, thumbing the thin waistband of your thong with both thumbs before yanking it down roughly. You think you hear a ripping sound, but you can’t check to see from the position you’re still in. Not that it bothers you. In fact it just makes this hotter.

He takes his cock in one hand and lines it up with your slit, tentatively rubbing it up and down a few times to collect your slick. Then, finally, he notches at your entrance and begins to rut into your tight little hole inch by delicious inch. One of his hands comes back up to grip your hip while the other pushes your upper back into the door to keep you in place.

„S-sorry, sorry… ahh!“ he chants, sounding like he’s conflicted and fighting a battle of his own with the part of him that’s sexually frustrated and the part that cares about morals. You wonder how much of it is just acting and how much of it he genuinely feels.

But you don’t get to dwell on the thought for long as you’re grounded back into reality when he finally sheathes himself inside you to the hilt and bullies your cervix with his tip.

He doesn’t even wait for you to adjust, that’s how desparate he is, as he begins to pump in and out of you, not taking your pleasure into consideration at all. But that’s alright because being used like this just turns you on more, ironically helping you build towards your own orgasm.

„Ugh, d-don’t stop! Faster!“ you cry out, rutting back against him. You manage to bring down one of your hands to play with your clit, rubbing big, rough circles against the poor little pearl.

Seems like Sunday heard your prayers and decided to pick up his pace. The angle he’s thrusting in now manages to hit your sweet spot, but only sporadically. It makes tears of frustration well up in your eyes and you whine as you shake your hips violently as you give chase to your climax.

„Jesus christ Miss, you feel too good! Your pussy is so tight, I’m gonna…!“ he pants as his movements start to become erratic. He’s now grabbing at your elbows and pulling them back like handles, causing you to lose the little friction your clit had.

„Noooo!“ you attempt to kick your legs in protest, but they’re too wobbly. You close your eyes and try to direct all of your focus on the sensation of him pounding you, hoping that you’ll still be able to come this way.

Just as you’re about to reach your own climax, he buries himself as deep as he can inside of you and stills. You can feel a hot sensation shooting past your cervix and filling your womb in two, three, four, you’re not sure anymore how many, short bursts. „Yes, yes…“ he mutters, leaning his head on your shoulder for support as he presses himself into you as tightly as he can.

„Fuuuuck! So good, yes, oh god-„ you’re babbling incoherently now as a hot wave washes over you and makes your wobbly legs almost give out under you as you stumble backwards a few inches, causing Sunday to hiss out in his sensitive state.

Both of you come to total stillness, heaving as you try to introduce air back into your lungs and thoughts back into your mind.

After about a minute of total silence and stillness Sunday begins peppering gentle kisses on your shoulder, rearranging his hands to snake around your waist so he can hold you against him in a gentler manner.

„Mhmmm,“ you hum, satisfaction evident in your voice. „That was amazing, babe. So hot how you just had your way with me. And I loved giving you a footjob, maybe I’ll give you a proper one next time.“

„Are you alright though? I wasn’t too rough, was I?“ he separates himself from you to carefully turn you around and inspect your face.

You giggle. „Nope, you were holding back, I could tell. It was just right, Sunday, don’t worry.“ You run your hands up and down his arms in a soothing motion.

„How about you? Did that make you feel better?“

„It was even better than I expected. Thank you for indulging me,“ he hums, eyes crinkling affectionately. He leans down to nose you softly.

„I admit for a moment I felt a little ashamed and wrong for enjoying this, but it was so hot I couldn’t even hold that thought for more than a second,“ Sunday chuckles.

„That’s good. I’m glad you enjoyed it just as much as I did.“

You try to maneuver the both of you towards the bed, wanting nothing more than to plop down on it and get comfy for a little longer before you get cleaned up eventually.

Sunday leans into your embrace, meeting your eyes with a look of adoration, and you think you can only thank your lucky stars that this your life.

#sunday x reader #sunday/reader #hsr fic #sunday fic #hsr #suburban legends #originals #honkai star rail #sunday (hsr)

[pictureinme]

cheri cheri lady – kitten braden (4)

❧ you go to a peepshow. you meet kitten. your life is flipped upside down.

patricia 'kitten' braden x f!reader tags: voyeurism, oral sex, p in v, etc. (see ao3 for full list) parts: (1) (2) (3) 4 (5) (6)

Your head thumps against the duvet, and you let out a long exhale, “That was amazing, Kitten.”

She moves slowly to sit on your lap as you lay down, smiling down at you, “You, my dear, are divine.”

Her hands find their way to your chest, still covered by your button up. You start to ghost your fingertips on her hips, and goosebumps appear.

Unbuttoning your blouse, Kitten bites her lip as she reveals your lacy bra, “Pretty girl…”

She feels you through the bra, and you whine from impatience, “Let me take it off, love.”

You quickly undo it, and toss the offending piece of attire somewhere unknown. She immediately dives down to kiss and lick all over.

“Kitten, fuck!” you yelp as she bites down harshly, but you can’t deny the pleasure that rushes through your veins.

She looks at you with doe eyes as she starts to leave a hickey right next to your nipple. The prolonged eye contact had you reeling.

Interrupting your shared bliss, you hear a record skipping, and you realize that you two never took the needle off. Rushing out of bed, surprising a delighted Kitten in the process, you rush to save your hopefully not scratched up record.

Doing so, you let out a sigh of relief. Wandering naked back to your room, you are met with a bare Kitten lying seductively on your bedspread.

“Come back to bed, doll.”

Obeying, you crawl over to her on the bed, and attack her with a flurry of kisses.

Your thigh glances between her legs, and you can feel her hardness again. Keeping your leg there, she grinds against you needily.

“Can I tell you something, Kitten?” you tease one of her nipples softly.

“Always.”

“I don’t want this night to end anytime soon,” you nip at the skin behind her ear, being careful not to leave any incriminating marks.

She sighs dreamily, “Then let’s not let it end.”

You push your thigh up further, and she moans while trapping your lips in a kiss.

“Please, I need you, Miss (Y/N)..."

“Your wish is my command. Open,” you wet your fingers with her outstretched tongue, “And don’t call me miss, don’t we know each other well enough by now?”

Kitten’s answer is only a whimper of need around your digits. You release them with a ‘pop,’ and move to circle around her entrance. This elicits a gasp from her, and she looks into your lust-filled eyes.

You move your face closer to hers, hearing her breath quicken, “Are you okay, baby?”

She nods, “Please.”

You enter her slowly, knuckle by knuckle, and curling as you go. She lets out the most erotic, yet subdued, moan you’ve ever heard.

“How does it feel, Kitten? Use your words.”

“It feels perfect, (Y/N), it feels perfect. Keep going,” her eyes fight to stay open, in order to watch you open her up.

You add a second finger, but not before spitting to lube it up further. She whines at this, causing a smirk to appear on your face, “Dirty girl.”

“I can’t help it,” she grinds back onto you, beaming.

As you fuck into her, you whisper praises and sweet things, all meant for her.

“Lovely little Kitten, so good for me. Do you like me fucking you like this?”

Nodding, she spreads her legs even further, “I need more, please, (Y/N).”

You stutter in your movements, thinking, “Can we try something, love?”

“Depends. You gonna tie me up or something?” she shoots you an inquisitive look, but not disgusted. Interesting.

“Let me just show you.”

You slowly remove your fingers, with a kiss to her forehead, and you search in your bedside table for the prized possession.

Emerging you show her the ‘something’ you wanted to try: a strap-on.

“Oh, my…” Kitten moves to cover her smirking mouth with a hand, barely hiding her interest.

“I have different sizes and types, if you want to take a look…” shyly, you place the harness on the bed as she leans to see what toys you have.

She picks up your favorite, a basic pink dildo, around 7 inches or so, “I like this one, let me put it on you, love.”

You let her tighten the harness and put the toy through the ring, and she marvels at her handiwork, “Now that is more like it.”

Giving it a kiss on the tip, she spreads the lube from the drawer on it.

“You sure you’re ready, Kitten?”

She leans against the headboard, legs open for you.

“Get over here, casanova.”

#patricia braden x reader #kitten braden x reader #breakfast on pluto

[5uwabbit]

"Testing testing..The mic seems well! What a nice morning to greet everyone, Welcome to Altru inc!"

“What are you looking at? Did you finish loitering around? We have a mission to do."

“That’s Kellie??”

Kincaid background is unknown (secret) but he actually have some sort of educational background. He’s still has a skill in spotting talents out of the ordinary. The first time he met Kat she was just a troublesome kid breaking a vending machine. What impresses him more was how her parents didn’t give her an output for this? This is wasting talent!! Anyways.. when her parents were giving her a lecture for doing unforeseen robotics, he told them she would be a genius in tech. By chance, Kat was already in the best school in the area, where Kincaid is in. He now actively sponsors her. (Then they all moved to Almia in via student exchange)

Of course, given that it is an exchange program Kincaid has to keep her in check. Unfortunately, Kat is the “well now I’m not doing it now that you told me type”. So she’s giving him trouble.

Kellie was also from Fiore. He’s the son of a very popular whatever.. just think they have big influence here. He was already in Kincaid class and of course.. Kincaid is trying to get him on board with this plan. However the biggest struggle is literally convincing the boy since he’s Very. Very. unmotivated. He’s a natural social genius yet doesn’t like any interaction that doesn’t interest him.

Kellie only followed Kincaid when he mentioned they’re taking him to ranger school. Kincaid here actually works as a supervisor because Kellie has actual work in Altru including and they know Kincaid from the inside, putting trust on him. He always lived a carefree lived and his motivation is way too vague to tell. (Kincaid thinks he’s actually more at risk of drifting away from their group than Kat is)

Both Kat and Kellie were separate project. He didn’t plan for them to meet. They first began interacting in Almia Ranger School. Kat actually wonders why Kincaid needed Kellie because of course “Kincaid doesn’t really need anyone else doesn’t he?” (This leads to her investigating the organization as a whole, realizing that it’s much bigger than just robotics privileges). However instead of breaking away this strenghtened both of the two bonds.

Kat: I know your evil plans old blondie

Kincaid: what (oh sh-)

Kat: I agree

Kincaid: (huh?)

After this the two have full transparency. Anyways.. Kat realized Kellie’s background and was more like okay we’re coworkers. “I guess Kellie does play a good role in the plan..” Although…. it was kind of unexpected given Kellie were more of the “carefree type”. They got closer later on. Kat thinks Kellie should rebel more because why aren’t you extorting Kincaid more. We in this together dude!

Dear god please do not. Inspire Kellie to be like you.

-Kincaid

Also Kat suspected Kellie had relation to Kincaid at first because “He isn’t the troublesome type but still here anyway”. (Referring to some sorta detention)

Kellie knew right of the bat that Kat and Kincaid were actually allies to each other by sheer observation alone. Even when both the Professor and Kat literally seems like they only got beef with each other (This is why Isa doesn’t suspect that Kat and Kincaid is in the same faction). There will be more children dramas between R!Rhythmi, R!Keith, R!Ponte and Isa but that’s a topic for another stuff..

(Note: I put name differences for easy filtering, it also provides nice detail)

TAGGING

If I said R!Kate that means it’s Kat, R!Kate=Kat

Kate -> Kat

Kellyn -> Kellie

Isaac -> Isa

Mr. Kincaid -> Prof. Kinz (Still spelled Kincaid but again, easy filtering)

I have yet to make name diff for some :p I would love if you try to hyperanalyses who is swapped with who whether in personality or jobs. Who mirrors who designs LOL.

My take in Reverse Universe is like

Sometimes they are completely opposing themselves. Sometimes two characters swaps personality or/and jobs. Sometimes they remain the same as ever but something is off.

#pokemon ranger #reverse au #kat #kellie #Prof. Kinz #lore 😳 #shadows of almia

[noforkingclue]

I'm not sure if you still wrote for Thomas Thorne but if you do would you write a fic with him and prompt 8 from the in bed together prompts please?

Note: requests are currently closed

Of course I still write for him! I love Ghosts (the BBC version) and love writing for it :)

Hope you like the fic!

Prompt list: list

Title: Night Time Talks

Ghosts tag list: @violetlucreziastuff, @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You let out a sigh of relief as you lay down on your bed. Who knew that being dead was so exhausting. Today just seemed to be one drama after another and not even Alison could seem to be able to sort it out. Oh well, hopefully things will be better in the morning.

“My dear, are you asleep?”

You opened one eye and looked up at Thomas. A guilty look crossed his face and he sat down on the bed.

“Sorry,” he said, “did I wake you?”

“No,” you sat up and rested against the headboard, “can’t seem to get off to sleep. Maybe it’s because you’re not here.”

Thomas gave you a bright smile and jumped on the bed. He rested his head against your chest and looked up at you. You smiled down at him and started stroking his hair. Thomas closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

“How was your day, my love?” you asked him

“Oh wonderful! I managed to get up early to see the sunrise.”

“Yes, I was wondering where you were when I woke up this morning.”

“I wanted to wake up earlier to capture the moment. To try and immortalise the beauty of nature for everyone to see.”

Thomas sighed and snuggled closer to you. You wrapped your other arm around him and pressed a kiss against his forehead. Thomas leant into your touch and smiled softly.

“So, why the sudden urge to write poetry in the early morning?” you asked

“Does one need a reason to create art?”

“I guess not.”

“The truth is,” Thomas rolled onto his back and smiled up at you, “I wanted to give you a present. Alas, it is a shame that I cannot hold a pen anymore.”

His hand rose to his chest where you knew that damned letter was. His expression fell a little bit but he quickly brightened it again.

“I wished we had met while we were both still alive,” he said, “and for me to have given it to you. I always found it romantic to give the one you love the most penned in your own hand.”

You sighed and briefly tangled your fingers in Thomas’s hair. He let out a soft hiss and you quickly loosen your grip.

“Sorry,” you said, “reflex.”

“I know.”

“Why don’t you tell me the poem.” you said

“But what if you forget it later.”

“Then you’ll just have to repeat it to me.”

You closed your eyes as Thomas launched into his poem. You gently stroked his hair as the sound of his voice slowly lulled you into a peaceful sleep. You were vaguely aware of Thomas’s voice slowing down, confident words turning in sleepy murmurs as your actions helped relax him. The two of you slowly fell asleep curled up in each other’s arms.

#fanfiction #bbc ghosts #reader insert #request #thomas thorne #thomas thorne x reader

[lisbeth-kk]

Redecorating

Thanks for the prompt @calaisreno and the tag @gaylilsherlock

Magical transformation

John hears muffled voices when he locks himself in to the hallway of 221 Baker Street. A deep rumble and a thin voice. He smiles and his heart almost skips a beat with the love filling his chest. When he reaches the landing everything seems to freeze. The sudden silence puzzles him. Maybe they’re going to spook him. He braces himself and ascends the rest of the stairs. Nothing could’ve prepared him for what awaits him inside 221B, though.

The living room is transformed. The furniture are all in place, but almost every surface is covered in some sort of fabric. A deep purple material is draped loosely over the curtain rods, which has a dramatic effect on the light in the room. It reminds John of the moment when curtains are drawn in the theatre. Cast over the tables, are silky cloths decorated with wisterias. There’s also fairy lights on the mantle.

“What’s all this?” he asks when he spots Sherlock.

“Redecoration, John. Do you like it?”

“Well, it’s…um…different,” John manages.

“Indeed. However there’s a bit of an…um…inconvenience,” Sherlock says.

His voice sounds nervous, but the glint in his eyes tells John another story.

“Watson’s, disappeared,” Sherlock says with a sad voice, while winking.

John understands immediately and plays along.

“What? How? When?” John asks, faking distress.

Sherlock looks approvingly at him, clearly satisfied with his acting skills and carries on.

“Well, one minute she was there, the next she was gone. I’m certain this redecorating business brought it on. And Hudders obviously,” Sherlock states firmly.

“Mrs. Hudson? What does she have to do with any of this?” John asks, and this time he doesn’t have to fake his befuddlement.

“Seriously, John. It’s clear as day. She’s used magic. All of these fabrics are hers, and it’s widely known she’s a witch.”

At that John hears a quiet giggle from under the couch. He looks gleefully up at Sherlock and moves closer to peck his lips.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers, before returning to his role.

“So, you’re saying that Mrs. Hudson has taken Rosie?” 

“I suppose so, yes,” Sherlock ponders.

“Do you know where she’s taken her?” John asks with a voice full of hope.

“Oh, it could be anywhere, John. Even the Moon,” Sherlock says gravely.

Another giggle from the underside of the couch. They smile at each other, enjoying this game as much as their daughter.

“The Moon, Sherlock? But how are we going to get her back from there? Do you have any clues? Theories? Please say you do, love!” John begs.

“Of course I have, John. 157 thus far.”

John can literally feel how Rosie fights to restrain herself from laughing out loud.

“John, the witch is coming,” Sherlock says in a hushed voice.

“Yoo-hoo,” a familiar voice greets.

Dressed in a purple, black and silvery dress, a black pointed hat, John’s old cane and a fake crooked nose, Mrs. Hudson’s the incarnation of a witch. John has to bite his lip and pinch his arm not to burst out into giggles. He’s definitely not looking at Sherlock!

“What have you done to our daughter, witch?” Sherlock asks in a dangerous tone. 

“She’s in a safer place now, dear. With all the cake and ice cream she can eat. No more proper food for that precious girl,” Mrs. Hudson cackles. 

“Tell me, or I’ll burn…”

“Sherlock,” John warns.

Sherlock’s been so fixated on his role that he momentarily forgot their five year old daughter’s present. She probably would be horrified to hear him threatening to burn her dear Nanna at the stake. So he backpedals.

“Tell me now, or I’ll turn you over to my brother,” Sherlock sneers.

The disdain on Mrs. Hudson’s face is no act. It seems the mere thought that she would find Mycroft Holmes the least bit intimidating is an insult, and she just huffs indignated.

“No need, Papa. I escaped,” Rosie cheers and emerges from under the couch in her princess Belle dress.

“Clever, Watson,” Sherlock praises and lifts her up to cuddle her.

John reaches out a hand and strokes Rosie’s back.

“Hey, sweetheart. Well done,” he says and moves closer to kiss her cheek.

Mrs. Hudson has removed her false nose and looks more like her own self again.

“I’ll just pop down to get the cupcakes. Put the kettle on, boys” she says and descends downstairs to get her baked goods.

“What do you think?” Rosie asks John and waves her hand to indicate the newly decorated room, while Sherlock fills the kettle.

“It’s certainly different. A bit…um…eclectic,” John answers.

“Electric?” Rosie asks dubiously.

Sherlock hides his smirk and John tries to stay serious.

“No, not electric. Eclectic. Hm…how to phrase it…um…well, I guess it fits rather good come to think of it. It’s a mix of styles sort of, and 221B has always been a bit like that anyway. Too dark in the summer perhaps, but I’m sure the witch downstairs has some lighter fabrics for the bright season,” John contemplates. 

Said witch emerges with cupcakes and before he seats himself, John walks over to Sherlock and sneaks an arm around his waist. Sherlock puts an arm around John’s shoulders and pulls him in for a tight hug. Their princess and the witch busies themselves with setting the table, and John feels like the luckiest man on Earth. When a long finger lifts his head and he stares into Sherlock’s mesmerising eyes, John knows that he wouldn’t trade this life with Sherlock and Rosie for anything. Lips meet in a soft and tender kiss, which ends with both of them speaking in unison.

“I love you.”

Something funny for you today <3

@totallysilvergirl @missdeliadili @keirgreeneyes @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @raina-at @meetinginsamarra

#sherlock fandom #johnlock #sherlock #sherlock fanfic #john watson #bbc sherlock #ao3 fanfic #sherlock holmes #may prompts #redecorating #parentlock with rosie #mrs hudson