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[d4rl1ngpuppy]

DRAGON SMUT TAKE THREE

warnings: breeding, eggs (but not rlly), hybrids, heat so ig dubcon ??, reader is implied afab but no explicit afab language used and could be read as amab

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Spring, the limbo between the hot, humid months and the cold, windy months. But more importantly, a good long break from school for college students like Bo.

Contrary to his classmates, though, Bo wasn't visiting friends or out partying.

He was instead splayed out on a bed of luscious furs in a dim cave, helping his dearest half dragon lover through their heat.

They had begged him to leave at first, telling him not to return until the season's end and explaining that they would soon go into heat and be unable to control themself.

He had begged them to let him help, promised he could take it. They reluctantly agreed, making him promise to run as fast and as far as he could if they hurt him.

And now here he is, sweaty back curls splayed under his head, baby blue eyes glazed in pleasure as he held desperately onto the soft material beneath him in an attempt to ground himself, to not be whisked away into the bliss of the moment.

To not be carried away by the hushed promise of a clutch, of young to keep safe and to raise together. The idea of it only made the pleasant knot in his abdomen grow tighter, curling with the burning sensation of another impending orgasm.

One of many, many more.

If he was lucky, he'd have a brood to raise by summer vacation.

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[b4byblu3z]

YOU’VE DONE THIS YOUR SMUT IS SO GOOD!

Icarus sub smut….

Whiny boy begging for his release whimpering and whining.

………….

I’m still not ashamed!

YES YES YES

[Warnings: feminine/afab reader, orgasm denail, premature ejaculation/coming untouched, light impact play, hair pulling, pwp, "good boy" used once]

Smut under the cut

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Icarus was a good boy, he really was. He swears up and down that it was an accident, he couldn't help himself.

He knew he should've gotten permission, but he barely saw it coming himself. His orgasm came crashing down on him before they got a chance to start.

So here he laid, tied to the headboard by his wrists and ankles.

She stood over him, the love of his life, running a hand agonizingly slow across his chest.

"So pretty like this"

She crooned, her hand stopping flat on his chest. He arched into the touch, earning a light slap across his cheek.

He whined, blabbering out apologies that all slurred together as his brain fogged over with desire.

A gentle hand carding through his sweaty hair quickly escalated into a tight grip on his scalp. It stung in all the ways that had him jerking his hips upwards, chasing friction that he wouldn't receive.

"Pleaaash 'm sorry! 'm sorry!"

He whined as she slapped his thigh, releasing her vice grip on his hair.

"Such a good boy, begging for me"

His hips jerked once more as he thrashed in his restraints, a high-pitched whine tearing from his throat as he came.

[d4rl1ngpuppy]

Grrrrr rereading this again because it's amazing

Hi, hello, I'm back <3

Okokok so since you write for Brahms I have a request 👉👈

So when I first watched the movie(s but the second one was meh) I thought Gretta (I think that's her name ??) Was kind of a b^tch like ?? She was so mean to our sweet baby wall boy

So....Brahms with a reader who's like sweet n motherly even before they knew he was living in the walls because our baby needs some love..

Make sure you drink some water and have a wonderful day/night

Mwah <3

Ooo I love this! I do agree that the second movie was bleh but Brahms deserves love! He has so much messed up trauma he just needs love!!

Brahms x Motherly Reader

Word count: 😬

An: I may have went a bit overboard on this.

I had always loved children from a young age. I was used to raising my siblings and cousins alike, so babysitting was no problem for me at all. I had just recently moved to rural England, and sadly as it may seem finding work was a tad bit… complicated. Through it was my luck that I miraculously found an ad in the paper for a lovely couple needing someone to babysit their young son. Now I expected many things a quaint little cottage with an old frame maybe, but what I didn’t expect was a two story building that looked like it was from the Victorian era. The couple were very sweet. Although, I did find it albeit strange that the child I was supposed to babysit was a doll. I didn’t voice these thoughts, as it was quite obvious some sort of trauma coping mechanism was in the background with this ‘family’. All I did was simply smile and say hello to the young boy.

“Hello Brahms. I think we are going to be good friends!”

The parents paid me well, and to keep myself occupied they had a large and vast library with an astonishing assortment of books and novels. I had a very set schedule that I was to follow as I cared for Brahms. I was to get up and wake him gently and then get him ready for the day. I then had to prepare him breakfast. Alongside caring for Brahms I had to tend to the garden slightly as well as resetting the mouse traps in the basement. I continued this routine for what seemed like months before the sounds started. I first noticed it as I was reading to Brahms one day in the library. I had picked a simple book of fables and I was giving voices to the characters within it. I would show Brahms the pictures that were in the book and every so often I absentmindedly caressed the boys head. The strange thing was that when I did this I would hear a bang within the wall closest to me. Now it was merely me being curious after it had happened a couple of times. I had just thought that the home was old and it creaked and cracked every so often. I started to notice however that the thud would purposefully happen on the dot every time I caressed Brahms’s head. I paused in my reading momentarily and stroked the dolls head again.

THUD!

This one was louder than the others.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

I heard movement within the walls.

“It’s alright.”

I assumed the sounds that I was hearing was simply just a woodland creature that had slipped into the walls to avoid the cold.

“You can come out I won’t hurt you I promise.”

Now I expected a possum or even a raccoon to come out, but I wasn’t ready for a fully grown man to step out of the walls to stand in front of me.

I tried my best to remain calm so that I could think of a way to call the cops.

“Oh um hello there! Was it you making the noises?”

I heard a faint noise come from the man in front of me.

“Pretty.”

I flushed slightly. Well I wasn’t expecting that. Maybe violence or anger, but certainly not him calling me pretty!

“W-would you like to read with me?”

I panicked. I didn’t know what else I was supposed to do!

These events have now led me to having a grown man with a mask listen to me read as I stroked his head.

Well… at least the pay is good.

[dragonkick-bootshine]

2023 art archive (part 2, lancer character stuff)

[dustyrkives]

Crimson petals; more tiny footsteps

PAIRING: Ada Wong x pregnant wife reader

WARNINGS: RE6 Ada, soft Ada, domesticity, protective Ada, established relationship (married), GP Ada because I said so!!! Unprotected sex, soft sex, mentions of pregnancy symptoms and morning sickness, Amelia is the carbon copy of Ada, needy Ada, cock-warming, milf but dilf Ada, creampie, hickeys, breeding kink, and that's about it, I think???

SYNOPSIS: After indulging in each other's needs, there's no surprise that another mini-Ada is coming–and just Ada is more than happy to have another addition to the family, that doesn't stop her from wanting you though. No worries, she promises to be gentle.

This is part 2 of Sweet Embrace <3

Also because:

MEN DNI

"So that's where my cardigan is." Ada mused as she stood against the doorframe that separates the dining area and the living room, her dark chocolate eyes tender with mirth–a look that only blessed you and your four-year-old daughter.

You sit comfortably on the couch, wearing the above-mentioned clothing, with a playful smile gracing your lips while Amelia sits beside you–playing with her toy.

"Oh, you mean this?" you coyly shrug, "I found it while I was organizing our closet and thought it would look nice on me."

Ada sighs and approaches you, "Didn't I tell you to leave the cleaning to me, darling?" she gently chides and sits on the vacant spot next to you, her hand caressing yours before palming the bump on your very obvious pregnant belly. "You shouldn't be exerting yourself." The short-haired woman says before pressing a gentle kiss on the dome of your stomach.

A downward smile curls on your lips as you look at your wife. It had been months since you got pregnant. Ada wasn't surprised when you told her while you were cuddling with her; she was rather pleased upon being informed that there will be a new addition to your growing family–Amelia jumped for joy, knowing that she'll have a playmate in the next coming months. The first trimester of your pregnancy was awful, but unlike last time with your pregnancy with Amelia, you handled it better–especially with your wife by your side.

With Amelia's help, she took care of you when you felt like you couldn't. Ada doesn't let you lift a finger, insisting that she'll do most of the grunt work. As expected, your wife's body is always on the go, ready to do what she deems necessary while you are carrying her second baby.

Upon your second trimester, things were a breeze. And now, you're at your third.

"It was nothing much," You sheepishly counter while a ghost of a smile flashes on Ada's lips. "Your stubborn attitude is what I love about you." She presses a kiss on your cheek, "But I also find it–"

"Frustrating?" You mused, and your wife shook her head sideways, "worrisome, baby." You purse your lips and lean against her while your eyes land on your daughter who tears her gaze away from her toy and looks at you then at Ada.

"Is mommy being stubborn again?" She bluntly–adorably asks. You can't help but let out a giggle while Ada grins. "Can you tell mommy not to work too hard, baby?"

Amelia puffs, "Mommy, mama said don't be stubborn!"

A playful pout forms on your lips, "Okay, okay." You concede and gently pinch your daughter's cheek, "I'll be good." Amelia beams and looks at your stomach, "When can I see my lil' sister?"

"Soon, my love," I say softly as I coax her to cuddle with me; the little girl doesn't hesitate and presses herself against you. Ada's gaze softens at the sight. "Careful, Amelia." She reminds, and your daughter nods.

A contented sigh leaves your lips, "I love you, my little baby."

"I love mommy too." Your daughter babbles, "and my baby sister."

Ada's gaze softens at the sight, "What about me, hm?" She coos and wraps her lithe arms around you and Amelia–she presses a kiss against your temple.

"I love you too." You say to her as you lock eyes with her.

A rare shy smile makes its way to her lips, she pulls you closer to her and presses a kiss on your shoulder blades then peppering more against the available expanse of your neck.

You close your eyes as warmth swells in your chest.

"Let me take care of you," Ada drawls as she gently ruts her hips while she takes you on the edge of the bed.

The older woman has her knees planted on the carpeted floor, your undergarments strewn across the floor, sweat coating both your bodies while you hug your baby bump.

A soft whine escapes Ada's lips as she gently thrusts her hips into your tight, warm cunt. She presses a tender kiss against the inner side of your knee as she lifts your thighs up. Ada grits her teeth and drives her hips gently.

"Momma of my girls," Ada grunts and flashes you a wolfish smile which you return with a delicious clamp around her throbbing cock. Ada retaliates with a short, sharp thrust that has you rolling your eyes back as she throws her head back while you squeeze the life out of her.

The room echoes with wet, obscene skin-slapping. The bed creaks and Ada can only hope her daughter is asleep by now while she fucks you. Her eyes look down at your prominent growing belly–a blissful image of another baby girl drawing clearer and clearer with each thrust of her dick against the fat of your cervix.

You instinctively cover your mouth, muffling a loud moan that was about to rip from your throat as she drives her hips deep, but careful not to hurt you and her unborn child.

"Maybe you'll give me another carbon copy, hm?" Ada grunts, "A baby girl with my eyes and my hair?" She looms above you, hands gripping the sheets as she resists the urge to fuck you senseless as her balls slap against the curve of your ass.

Despite pleasure ringing through you, you manage to spit out a coherent sentence. "B-but I want a baby that looks j-just like me!"

Your wife chuckles deeply as she jogs her hips, "Yeah? A baby just like you... hm," She presses her lips against yours–a gentle kiss. "Well, if our baby girl ends up looking like me, we can always try another, baby."

She groans, "You don't mind, right?"

A pathetic sob escapes your lips as you meet her hips, shamelessly.

And Ada takes that as a yes as she gives you a blissed out grin, "Answer me, momma."

You bite your lower lip and nod, "Y-yes–oh fuck–!"

"Uh-uh, no profanity, my love. The baby can hear you." She mumbles and closes the distance for a sloppy kiss as you're tethering at the precipice of your orgasm.

"Ada," You warn with another sob.

She didn't need to be told twice as she snaps her hips. You're practically sobbing–and you swear you can feel a sloshing pool of wet juices forming beneath the sheets, courtesy of your arousal and Ada's pre cum.

"Go on," The short, black-haired woman purrs, "Let go for me, my pretty momma."

Your eyes roll back, legs shaking as white, hot pleasure overcomes you, Ada follows after you, her eyes fluttering close as your orgasm rides with hers.

Ada's seed mixes with yours as she pushes her hips deep, leaving a mess as it oozes from your swollen pussy–Ada's wet balls pressing against your ass.

"Good girl," She praises and pecks your forehead. "Good momma. I'm going to pull out, m'kay?"

Tired, fucked-out, and satisfied, you nod.

Your wife smirks at your pitiful state before carefully gathering you in her arms. You press your face against the available bare skin, wanting to feel her.

Ada purrs as she gently lifts you off the edge of the bed before properly laying you against the sheets. The older woman gets a clean towel and wipes you clean before grinning like a bastard and tapping your clit with her index and ring finger.

You glare at your wife before she relents and takes off her shirt, knowing you want to feel her warm skin before sleeping.

She slips in the sheets with you, lithe arms wrapping around you protectively as she presses her front against your back as you both lay sideways.

While peppering kisses, Ada fills the air with whispered affections, her thumb gently rubbing circles around your pregnant belly before whispering:

"I want a son next."

[dokries]

rockstar bf!joshua

pairing: hong jisoo (joshua) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, rockstar!joshua x non celebrity!reader, established relationship au

word count: 490

warnings: kisses, mentions of a dinner in passing, joshua is down bad

author note: this was requested by my dear amelia <3 i hope this is good 😭 to be honest i don’t really know if this still counts as rockstar!shua but…here you go! lots of love :D

masterlist

★ first of all: “are you guys ready to rock with us? because we’re ready to rock with you.” you can’t think rockstar joshua without that, let’s be real.

★ he dedicates songs to you whenever he can because you’re his muse and inspiration—the other guys would be sick of it if they weren’t the same way with their own partners.

★ of course, he has electric guitar solos in the band’s songs and is down so bad, he names his guitar after you so you’re always with him on stage in some way.

★ speaking of “being on stage” with him, he always has something you’ve gifted, whether it be a ring or a guitar pick, and kisses it with a wink in your direction before he performs—he says he does it to draw on your energy so he can do his very best.

★ if your relationship is private, he’s good at keeping it that way but even then, he makes sure he walks to your side of the stage as much as he can.

★ if you’re public, he’ll always blow kisses if he sees you, and all the fans around you swoon even if they know it’s directed to you (in fact, if you’re comfortable, many of them love to nudge you and wiggle their eyebrows as if you’re best friends)

★ even if you’re not loud at concerts, he’d always recognize your voice—and screams, since he’s heard enough of you squealing over his performances already.

★ loves to just fall down onto you after a post concert dinner with everyone, and only giggles when you groan because he knows you love him…even if you’re trapped under his limbs like every night.

★ whines “darling…” when you try to push him off, and suddenly you don’t have strength in your arms anymore and let him lay on you after he moves to kiss you on the cheek with a mischievous smile.

★ when he’s on tour, you join him when he’s in an area that you can go to! he doesn’t expect you to be there the whole time but you continue to make the effort to be in his hotel room (he always tells you where he is in a text message as soon as he arrives) when he comes back from rehearsals and the such.

★ when you can’t join him, he always tries to call you when possible, and leaves voice messages whining your name when you don’t pick up—you’re the only one he actually checks his messages for, and he loves to use that as leverage when teasing you.

★ “i can’t believe you didn’t pick up my call five minutes ago! you’re the only one i check my notifications for too…”

★ asks you how well he did out of ten after a performance if you were there and gives you as many kisses as your rating (you always say ten because it’s true…and maybe you want more kisses but who can blame you?)

[hiddenvioletsgrow]

10 fandoms, 10 characters

Thanks for tagging me darlings @backgroundagent3 @amelia-mariee

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1. Jemma Simmons - Agents of Shield

2. Hadrian Blackwater - Riyria Revelations

3. Inej Ghafa - Six of Crows

4. Patrick Jane - The Mentalist

5. Daniel Sousa - Agent Carter

6. Alyss Mainwarning - Rangers Apprentice

7. Peeta Mellark - The Hunger Games

8. Lucy Carlyle - Lockwood and Co

9. Edmond Dantes - The Count of Monte Cristo

10. Sophie Hatter - Howls Moving Castle

Tagging: @permanently-stressed @igotthisaccountunderduress @iguessthisismymainnow @faeriefully

[houseofaegon]

WICKED GAME ch. 2 ✩ Sebastian Stan

STATUS: Work In Progress.

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Fem!OC.

Warnings: +18 SMUT MINORS DNI. mentions of cheating, alcohol use, and profane language.

Summary: Genevive Amelia Rothschild, a heiress with a diamond ring she doesn't want. Sebastian Stan, a Hollywood heartthrob hiding from the world. One summer at the White Lotus, and everything begins to unravel. Marriage. Money. Secrets. And one man she was never supposed to touch.

Word count: 3394

masterlist. wicked game. chapter 1. chapter 2. chapter 3.

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𓇢𓆸 Genevieve Rothschild.

Ginny's phone rang just as she'd begun to drift into something that almost resembled calm.

It had been two days. Two whole days since the whispers had started. Since the lobby staff had stiffened their spines and begun speaking in code. Since that man had walked through the lobby in all black, trailing expensive luggage and eyes that refused to meet anyone else's.

Ginny had only caught a glimpse, a silhouette. 

Then nothing. 

It was like he had disappeared into the walls of the resort. Like the earth swallowed him whole. Not a single sighting, not a single whisper of his name. The staff were excellent at discretion, and whoever he was, he clearly wanted to vanish. And he was doing a fucking great job of it.

It had irritated her more than she cared to admit. Not just because she hated being kept from secrets, but because for the first time in weeks—maybe months—her curiosity had sparked.

Now,  sprawled on a cushioned sunbed by the pool, Ginny had her head rested against a soft pillow, a soft exhale escaping through her parted lips. Her long legs stretched out in front of her, bare and golden under the sun, the hem of her white silk robe drifting lazily in the Sicilian breeze. The robe was barely tied, slipping down one shoulder on purpose. Beneath it, her black Versace swimsuit shimmered in the sunlight, gold brooches catching the light with every subtle shift of her hips. Her hair was loose, heavy, dark and wild, fanned out over the cushion. Her skin smelled like jasmine, sunscreen and expensive perfumes. 

She could almost pretend to be relaxed. Almost let herself fall into a peaceful sleep.

Then the phone rang. 

A nearly empty glass of Moscato clinked faintly on the table beside her as she reached for her phone without looking. She didn't need to. She already knew. 

Vivienne Rothschild. 

Of course. 

"Oh, for fuck's sake," she muttered to herself, already exhausted.

She didn't want to deal with this today. Or ever. 

The sky was so pretty—a clear, perfect blue with not a cloud in sight—and the Mediterranean sparkled just beyond the pool like it was flirting with her. Calm perfection. She was seconds from serenity, and now she was about to be verbally assaulted by none other than her mother. 

Of course the woman had a sixth sense for ruining things. 

She took a final long sip from her Moscato. With a sigh, she swiped to answer and pressed the phone to her ear. "Mother," she said flatly like it tasted bad on her tongue. And it did.

"Genevieve," came Vivienne's voice, crisp and cool like a freshly poured gin martini. "I truly hope you're rested, darling."

Ginny didn't answer. Instead, she reached for the bottle, poured herself another glass, and took a long, deliberate sip.

"There are new photos from the hotel," her mother continued, each word disapproving. "You're in them. Alone. Holding a cocktail at nine in the morning. Are you trying to make a statement, or just proving your critics right?"

Ginny tilted her head back and stared up at the sky. God, it was beautiful. She wondered how many ways she could say fuck off without actually saying it. She could think of at least five better uses of her time than this conversation. Swallowing fire was one of them.

Please, God. If you're out there I think it's her time to go. It's time for you to take her. Do something. 

"I'm on vacation," she said sharply. "Alone, as instructed by none other than you. Would you also like me to wear a chastity belt while I sunbathe, mother?"

"Don't be vulgar," Vivienne choked. She never liked when Ginny raised her tone. And she despised Ginny's sarcastic remarks. "There are standards to be followed, especially by you Genevieve."

"I clearly lowered them when I agreed to marry Harrison," Ginny muttered under her breath.

Her mother pretended not to hear her. Classic.

"Harrison called," Vivienne said.

And there it was. The name she'd been dodging like a fucking bullet. Like it was cursed. 

Ginny rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. "Of course he did."

"He's concerned," her mother continued, slow and condescending. "He said you haven't responded to any of his messages since you arrived in Sicily."

Ginny inhaled slowly, her chest tight, head tilting toward the sea. She imagined throwing her phone into it, watching it sink. Maybe swimming after it just for the drama.

"Maybe I've run off with a Sicilian prince," she said. "Or maybe I'm too busy participating in an orgy with hot Italian men to answer to my dear fiancé. Wouldn't that be a scandal?"

"Genevieve."

"I'm just saying, Mother. That would make the papers, wouldn't it? Finally a story with a little excitement."

"You will behave," Vivienne snapped, her patience finally fraying at the edges. "You will not embarrass this family—"

"Too late," Ginny cut in. "Already did that at birth, didn't I? You told me that yourself."

Silence. 

"You have one month, Genevieve. That's thirty days to become the woman we need you to be. Keep your name out of the headlines, your legs closed, and your mouth smiling."

Ginny ended the call. Didn't say goodbye. Didn't give her the satisfaction. 

She dropped the phone onto the cushion beside her and stared at the sea, the rage in her chest burning hotter than the sun on her skin.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. Mostly, she wanted to punch something, or someone. Maybe all three at once.

Instead, she just slid her sunglasses and stood up.Something bitter, something strong. Something to remind her she was still in control of at least one thing. 

She needed a fucking drink. 

𝜗𝜚

The Negroni hit like a charm—cool, sharp, sensual. It kissed her mouth and burned her throat, the pain made her smile into the glass like it was the first thing to get her in so long. Ginny licked her lips, savoring the taste as she made her way back to the pool.

She sat in a different lounge chair, one that caught the sunlight just right, close enough to the edge of the pool. She dropped her robe onto the cushion behind her with slow deliberate motion. Beneath it, her swimsuit clung to her like it had been painted on. Practically indecent. Black, high-cut, custom Versace, too tiny, cinched at the waist with gold brooches that shimmered under the sun with every movement. Sultry. Provocative. Thrilling.

She sat, sipped her Negroni and tried to drift herself to sleep. 

And then—

She saw him.

Black linen shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chiseled sun-kissed chest. Black swim shorts that hugged his thighs just right. Cigarette held between two fingers, slow and casual, like he had all the time in the world. A watch gleamed at his wrist—sleek, expensive, the kind worn by someone who didn’t need to know the time but liked being reminded he owned it. His sunglasses, tilted just slightly down the bridge of his nose, framed a face she would’ve recognized in any crowd, in any country, in any lifetime.

Sunglasses.

Her breath caught. 

The same sunglasses from two mornings ago. 

The ones from the lobby. From the whispers. From the buzz in the air. 

Her heart stopped. Or maybe it stuttered. She wasn't sure.

He was sitting just a few chairs down. Reclined, sprawled out like sin itself, spread out like he owned the place, all tanned and gorgeous and brooding. A negroni sat untouched beside him. His sunglasses lay low on the bridge of his nose, and she could just make out the faint lines beneath his blue eyes.

Sebastian fucking Stan.

It hit her like an ice bath and a wildfire at the same time. Her pulse kicked in her neck. Her stomach did that stupid, traitorous flip. Her thighs pressed tighter without her permission.

He looked older than the last time she'd seen him on a red carpet but in a good way. His hair was shorter, messier. Slightly pushed back from his forehead in that accidental way that looked effortless—like he'd dragged a hand through it mid-sigh and just left it there. Sun on his skin. Stubble along his jaw.

Rough. Real. Fuckable.

Not the smiling man in press junkets. Not the red carpet charmer or magazine cover prince. This man looked like he'd stopped caring a long time ago. Like he'd bled and burned and came here to bury the ashes.

And somehow, he was more magnetic than he’d ever been.

She couldn’t stop staring.

Her pulse skipped. Holy shit, it was him.

He looked good. Too good.

Those beautiful eyes that wanted to be looked at, that mouth that screamed to be kissed, those arms that craved to be touched.

Her eyes dragged down the length of him, lingering for a moment too long on his chest, the lines of muscles visible where his shirt was open. He was tanned, but not too much. Slightly kissed by the Sicilian sun. Arms flexed slightly as he brought the cigarette to his lips, and Ginny had the sudden, almost feral thought that she wanted to taste the smoke coming out of his lips.

She tilted her head, curious. He hadn't looked at her yet. 

She knew that kind of stillness. The posture. The way someone pretends not to notice because noticing would make it real. That look on his face. That aura he portrayed. She had perfected it herself. The kind that meant I know I'm being watched, and I'm trying not to care.

She could tell, even from a distance—he didn't want to be recognized. He didn't want to be known.

Which made her want to know him more.

What are you doing here, Sebastian Stan?

What was a man like him doing hiding out in a place like this? Running from what? From who?

She shifted slightly on her chair, the leather squeaking beneath her. She sipped her drink again, slower this time. Sliding down her sunglasses with her empty hand, halfway down her nose as she looked his way again, bold and unbothered.

He looked back.

It was subtle, a flick of the eyes. 

But when their gazes locked, something in the air shifter. It thickened. Like heat rising off the stone below them. Like Mount Etna had erupted right then and there.

His jaw tightened. His chest rose and fell with a sharper breath. There was the faintest movement in his throat as he swallowed. Even with the glasses on, she could feel him seeing her. Taking her in.

Her skin lit up from the inside out.

She held the look. Didn’t smile at first. Just stared, let him drown in it.

Then—like a dare—her eyes dropped. Traced the long line of his throat. Drifted down his chest. Lazily, like she was checking him out for sport, like she hadn't spent the last minutes with her gaze traveling down his body. Then she slowly slid her eyes back up to meet his gaze again.

And she smiled.

Slow. Wicked. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.

He stood up fast. No warning. No flinch. Just moved. Stubbed out the cigarette in a small ceramic ashtray. Tossed back his drink like it was water. The glass made a dull clink as he set it down. Then he turned.

And walked away.

Back straight. Shoulders squared. Jaw locked.

But Ginny saw it. She saw the way his fists curled. She saw the tightness in his spine. She saw the tension in his throat.

He was rattled.

He’d been affected.

Affected by her. 

Got you, she thought. A thrill slid down her spine. God bless the White Lotus. 

Her mother had been right. She did need a vacation, some time away from home, from Harrison. 

But maybe not for the reasons anyone expected.

𓇢𓆸 Sebastian Stan.

He’d made it two whole days without a single soul recognizing him. That had to be some kind of record.

That’s what he’d come here for. Not for the sun, or the negronis, or the linen shirts he barely remembered packing. He’d come to disappear. To vanish. To fall off the face of the fucking earth and melt into the heat of the Sicilian coast until the buzzing in his brain finally quieted.

But there was no escaping the weight in his chest. Not really. It didn't lift with the sea breeze, didn't easy beneath the heat of the sun, didn't disappear with the taste of cold and bitter Negronis on his tongue. It was rooted there—deep, unmovable. It curled up under his ribs like rot and made itself a home, heavy, constant, painful. A dull, persistent ache that wrapped around his lungs and settled in his bones. It never stopped whispering. Reminding. Mocking.

He was tired. 

Tired of being looked at. Tired of being wanted for things that didn't matter. Tired of the headlines and the carefully curated lies. Tired of whispers. Tired of every press junket, every staged photo, every time someone called him "brave" for surviving a headline they helped create. Tired of the fucking whispers.

And most of all—he was tired of hearing her name.

Anabelle.

His wife. His ex-wife.

She had ruined everything. Slowly, at first, almost unnoticeable. So slow, so carefully concealed, he didn’t even realize how much he was bleeding until he was already drowning in it. Oh but he noticed. Of course he did. The distance. The unanswered texts. The way she'd start sleeping with her phone on Do Not Disturb. The way she smiled less when he was around, but smiled at her phone like a teenager in love. Touched him less. Started treating him like he was a script to be memorized, not a man to be loved. 

And especially not a husband. 

He wasn't blind, the signs were there. But he'd tried to convince himself it was normal. That they were busy. That she was tired. Or maybe he was. 

She had stopped seeing him before she even left him.

And he tried. God, he fucking tried. Date nights, surprise trips, therapy sessions. But no matter how hard he fought, she never reached back.

She wasn't unhappy. She was already gone.

But he never expected this.

He never expected to find out the way he did.

And when the truth came out, it wasn’t in a quiet confrontation. It wasn’t behind closed doors or whispered apologies.

He found out the same way the rest of the world did—on fucking TMZ.

Paparazzi shots. Grainy, but clear enough. Anabelle. Laughing. Arms around his best friend. Lucas. Someone Sebastian had known since he was nineteen. Someone who had been in his life for over a decade. Who had been in his wedding. His best friend. His best man. His ride-or-die. The guy who stood next to him at his wedding. The one who toasted to their love like he believed in it. The one who knew everything.

They were in Paris.

And there she was—in the backseat of a sleek black car, her legs draped lazily across Lucas' lap, his hand on her thigh, her head tilted toward his like they were the only people in the world. Kissing like they hadn’t destroyed someone else’s.

And suddenly, Sebastian’s phone lit up like a bomb had gone off. Messages. Missed calls. His agent. His publicist.Friends sending nothing but, "Jesus, man—I'm so sorry. I didn't know. You know I would've told you." Fans who wanted to know if it was real.

He'd stood there in his kitchen in Los Angeles, barefoot, holding a mug of coffee that had gone cold hours ago. He stared at the screen for a long time. Couldn’t even blink.

There was no screaming. No rage. Not at first.

Just a hollow, numb kind of clarity. The moment you realize it's not a storm coming. It's already hit. Already here. Already destroyed everything. And you're the only one left standing in the middle of the destruction, wondering when and how it all happened.

Wondering how you were so stupid. So naive. So blind. 

And the worst part? She didn't even tried to lie.

No phone call. No apology. No explanation. No excuses. Not even a why.

Just a text, hours later. "I'm sorry you found out like that."

What the fuck did that even mean?

It felt as if he was just an inconvenience. Like she didn’t just publicly humiliate him in front of the entire fucking world.

Front page. Trending topic. Bold headlines. 

Then came the press tour. Not for a film—for damage control.

She painted herself in soft colors. Said they grew apart. Said he was distant. Said she’d fallen out of love. Played the victim. Spoke about their distance. How he had changed. How he wasn’t emotionally available. And somehow, the public bought it. Ate it up like wine-soaked gossip.

Anabelle—beautiful, poised, doe-eyed Anabelle—suddenly became the woman who couldn’t be held. Who deserved better. Who deserved to be loved harder. 

And he became the villain. The man who couldn’t love enough. Who wasn’t enough.

He was the victim.

And yet, somehow, she still got all the fucking sympathy.

They blamed him for it. 

Fucking unbelievable.

The divorce had been ugly. Horrifying. Not the kind that people moved on from fast and quietly. No. Fuck no. It had been dissected on talk shows, tweeted about in real-time, turned into podcast content and PR nightmares. 

He was tired. Exhausted. Not just physically—though sleep came and went, mostly went—but something deeper. He'd smiled through press junkets, film festivals, premieres. Had too many photos taken with uncountable women he couldn't even remember and drinks he downed not because he enjoyed it, but because he wanted to forget. Then one morning, he woke up and realized he hadn't felt anything in months.

Anything real.

So he left. 

Told his agent to clear his entire calendar and tell no one where he was or what he was doing. 

He completely disappeared.

Said fuck it. Told his agent to cancel everything. Told his team not to call. Booked a one-way trip and checked into the White Lotus under the name James Barnes—because at least that name didn’t come with expectations. Using a corporate card no one could trace. Because paparazzi worked really fucking hard if they really wanted to. 

And for two whole days, it worked.

No press. No cameras. No Hollywood. 

Just silence.

It was so quiet here, so safe. Too expensive for paparazzi, too discreet for influencers. Absolutey perfect. 

He kept to himself. Drank by the pool. Swam on the beach. Smoked cigarettes like his life depended on it. Wore sunglasses and linen and silence like an armor. People still looked. Of course they did. But they never approached. Didn't dared to. Not here. 

Until he saw her.

He felt her before he saw her. Like heat, a sudden shift in the pressure. Like something inside him told him to turn his head and look. 

He glanced up and there she was.

Sprawled in a sunbeam like a fucking Roman goddess, sunglasses down her nose, gold flashing everywhere in her body. Her skin was sun-warmed, glowing. Her lips glossed from her drink. Her hair loose, wild.

Genevieve fucking Rothschild.

Of course he knew the name. Everyone did.

The scandal princess. The heiress. The wild child born into one of the oldest fortunes in the world. He'd seen her face splashed across gossip sites, tabloids, magazine covers—always with a headline, always with a scandal. Dancing barefoot in couture on the streets of Madrid. Drunk in Monaco. Nearly naked in Saint-Tropez. Kissing someone she shouldn’t on the steps of a yacht that cost more than most people’s lives. His included. 

He’d heard about the engagement, too. Of course he had. Everyone had. The Rothschild daughter and her perfect, pressed, legacy-groom fiancé. 

But Sebastian saw right through it. All of it.

A fucking fake wedding. A wild thing dressed up like a duchess, forced into a crown and heels. A leash disguised as a diamond ring. 

And now—there she was.

Looking right at him.

Her gaze was slow, deliberate. Not flirtatious. Predatory. The kind of look that says I know exactly what I’m doing to you, and I want you to feel it. She undressed him with her eyes like it was her right. And the worst part? He let her.  And in that second—he felt it. His skin went tight. His lungs forgot how to work.

And when she smiled—Jesus fucking Christ.

It hit him low, hot, deep. Like a warning. Like a dare.

He stood. Threw back the rest of his drink. Didn’t look again. Because if he did—he wouldn't be able to walk away. And he wasn’t ready to burn again.

Not yet.

[ironicadventures]

Inspired by my silly lil post earlier, I present to you the 141 (and Konig) in a daycare, reader is the director.

You can’t help but sigh as you watch the security footage in the toddler room. By some piss poor planning on your part, both Gary and Johnny are in the same room.

As you prepare to spoil the day of 10 1 year olds, you are very grateful you didn’t opt for the app that lets parents watch the live feed. 

Currently both men have pushed the shelves into two trenches with a no man's land between, and have divided up the kids for a mock snowball fight using the cotton and rice filled fake snowballs.  

It’s been raining every day this week so you suppose you should applaud their creativity, but the way little Devon is scowling at Tyler, you wonder if this isn’t some toddler grudge match. 

Scrubbing a hand over your face you stand up and prepare to do rounds. 

In the school aged room, Kyle is sitting at the table with his gaggle of 3 older 5th grade girls, getting his nails painted for the 3rd time this week.

“The green suits you Gaz” you call as you poke your head in. He gives you a toothy grin as the girls giggle and continue telling Kyle about their teacher Ms Maise, who you gather they are trying to hook him up with, because she “likes men who know how to take care of their skin.” behind him the rest of the group is watching Space Jam peacefully. You never have to worry about your schoolers, not when Gaz works.

The preschoolers are next, John has them coloring, he’s explaining to Amelia (again) that it really isn’t her business if Toni is coloring her butterfly purple or yellow like Amelia’s because the big picture is that they are staying in the lines. 

“You see, butterflies are all sorts of colors darling, so there isn’t a wrong way- Jamie if you touch those scissors you will sit on the wall for 5 minutes.” He warns without looking away from the girls. Jamie blushes and puts the safety scissors back in the drawer, returning to his table sheepishly.

“Good lad, we can practice cutting tomorrow.” He adds, looking up to you. “Ah Y/N, remind me when is Declan moving up?” 

“Not this upcoming Monday but the next one.” You sigh. “I already got his kit ready, and we are weaning him off Johnny this week.” You promise, knowing it always takes at least 2 weeks to break newly turned 3 year olds of Johnny’s insane energy. 

Price exhales and nods, mentally preparing himself for a wild child.

“Good news is Livvy is next and she is actually pretty mellow.” You promise. You don’t mention that you did just break her biting habit though.

Next you are heading for the nursery, knowing its probably your favorite place to be, when a goddamn german redwood stops you

“Ms Y/N?” Konig’s soft voice calls down to you “I have a request for you, I know that we have some friends leaving soon.” 

He’s correct, Mary is moving to California and this Friday is her last day. 

“What do you want to make?” You ask, chuckling at his blush and nervous smile. “Strawberry shortcakes, we don’t have anyone with that allergy at the moment, but I don’t know if the babies can have it…” 

“Go ahead and put the supply list in, I’m sure the littles will be happy with some sugar free whipped cream?” You offer, practically shielding your eyes from the man’s beam of joy.

“Danke.” He says before striding off to the kitchen.

“You know that’s gonna be a right mess.” Simon sighs from his room, the door was open, letting some parent out.

“Bye bye Ms Maggie” you wave, following Simon back into his room. Soft classical music plays on a speaker while the 2 remaining babies sit on their play mat. The 5 month old Faith is happily babbling to her reflection while Malik is struggling with tummy time.

“You tell him no then.” You challenge, lowering yourself to save Malik from his frustration. “Tell R Simon, say I want cake!” You wag the little boy’s fist at his massive stoic teacher. 

“A small cup.” Simon concedes. “And only because it’s Mary.” He’ll never admit it but he is sad to see her go, Mary has been coming here since she was in Simon’s room. 

“Yeah!! Say thank you Simon.” You laugh, helping the baby sign “thank you” before he whines and reaches for his prefered lap. “Oh fine, off you go back to your LT huh?” You tease. 

“Have fun separating Soap and Roach” Simon chuckles, accepting the infant, who curls up on him like a baby possum. 

Inside the toddler class you brace yourself for chaos, and find instead, the snowball fight has died down, and Gary has out one of his zoobooks, eagerly explaining that no, it's not a fish, a dolphin is a mammal. 

“Fish bloop bloop” Carter sings sucking in his cheeks to make fish lips. 

Johnny has one of the kids on the changing table, just finishing up her change when she grabs his face and smashes her nose to his.

“Bunny kisses!” She squeals, rubbing her nose on his. The man laughs, loud and boisterous, shaking his head 

“Aye, bunny kisses.” He said “that’s a bright little lass Maggie.” He praises. “You want to tell Ms Y/N what color is Tweet-tweet?” 

You raise your eyebrow at him, then remember the robin that made a nest in the flower box by their window.

“Brown!!” Maggie declares proudly. “And bread”

“Red sweetie, rah-red” he corrects patiently “bread is also brown though, you clever thing.”

You beam in excitement, clapping and praising the little girl as she repeats ‘Ruh-Red’ again confirming she got it right.

“How did your war fair?” You tease Johnny and Gary.

“He cheats” both men say in unison.

Annnnnd thats what I got 

[morgana-larkin]

Alrighty, Mine Part 6! This is honestly over 4K words of fluff but I bet no one is complaining. Also 2 smut parts cause I got my period when I was halfway through writing this lol

On another note: don’t know if anyone noticed but since you guys like seeing my lists of fics that I’m going to write, I decided to add the list to my masterlist. If you scroll down to the bottom of the list you’ll see it. I’ll keep it as updated as possible! And requests are open for any character on my masterlist!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

Mine - Part 6

Warnings: LOTS of fluff, smut x2

Words: 4.3k

You and Melissa wake up on the first day of summer break. You’re spooning each other and she begins kissing your shoulder.

“Morning Amore. Our little troublemakers are still asleep. Maybe we can have some adult time.” She tells you and you giggle as you crane your neck to kiss her lips. All you’re wearing is a long t-shirt of hers and she loves when you wear her clothes, a sign that shows her that you’re hers.

She reaches underneath the shirt and cups one of your boobs. She brushes the nipple with her thumb and you gasp into the kiss. As soon as you gasp she slips her tongue in and eagerly explores your mouth. She then brings her hand down your body, quickly finds your clit and begins rubbing it. You pull away and you try to stay quiet but a couple of moans slip out. She reaches under you and puts her hand over your mouth, and slips a finger in your mouth for you to suck on. It works to conceal your moans, just in time for her to slip a finger in your entrance. You suck on her finger harder and then she starts pumping in and out of you and you screw your eyes shut.

“Mmm, I love you Amore.” She says in your ear and then kisses and sucks your neck.

“I love you too Mel.” You come not even a minute later and she pulls out of you.

She gets you on your back and then she straddles your thigh and starts grinding. She bends down to kiss you while still grinding herself on her leg and she moans. You place your hands on her hips to help her as well as tense up your thigh muscles. She comes with a gasp and then stays sitting on your leg and catches her breath. Just then Amelia opens the door and walks in without warning. Melissa immediately gets off of you and covers both of you with the blanket.

“Amelia what did we talk about with the door?” Melissa says to her and Amelia looks confused and then guilty.

“To knock and let the pewson answe, sowwy.” She says and with that cute little voice and sad eyes, both of you can’t stay angry at her.

“It’s ok my little Tesoro, what’s up?” Melissa asks Amelia while getting up to hold her.

“I’m hungwy.” She tells Melissa.

“You’re hungry? Oh well we can’t have that now can we?” Melissa tells Amelia.

“No we can’t.” Amelia agrees proudly.

“So what do we want to eat for breakfast today?” Melissa asks as she leaves with Amelia to go to the kitchen downstairs.

Just as she leaves the twins start crying. You get up, put some shorts on and go check on the twins.

After feeding them, you bring them both downstairs and see Amelia happily eating apple slices while sitting on Melissa’s lap on the couch. Melissa looks up from the tv and sees you carrying the twins.

“There’s the piccole stelle.” Melissa says softly as you put them in their play pen to crawl around. You join them on the couch and Melissa hands a plate over to you with scrambled eggs and apple slices.

“Oh I get apple slices too? I’m flattered.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Thought you’d appreciate it.” Is all she says.

“Mamma?” Amelia asks Melissa.

“Yes Tesoro?”

“What does Tesowo mean?” Amelia asks her, this child is full of curiosity, surprising nobody as she’s the child of two teachers.

“Tesoro is Italian and it has two meanings. Direct translation is treasure but it can also mean darling.” Melissa explains.

“What about the one you gave my sibwings?”

“Piccole Stelle?” She asks and Amelia nods. “Well that means little stars. All 4 of you are bright stars in my life though.” Melissa tells Amelia with a big smile and eyes full of fondness.

“Will they get theiw own when they get oldew?” Amelia asks.

“Ya they will.” Melissa answers and then Amelia’s attention goes back to the tv.

Later in the day, you’re colouring with Amelia on the floor and Melissa is peacefully walking around the room while feeding Nico with a bottle. Then all of a sudden, Amelia gets up and runs to Melissa with a piece of paper.

“Mamma! Mamma!” Amelia says and then reaches her, as Melissa turns around to face her with a smile. “I made this foe you!” She exclaims and shows her the drawing she drew with you.

“Oh it’s beautiful! Thank you so much Tesoro!” Melissa tells her as she takes the drawing from Amelia. “As soon as I finish feeding Nico then it’s going right up on the fridge.” Melissa says and Amelia is smiling proudly.

The next day you arrived at the park. You’re pushing the twins in the double seated stroller and Melissa is walking hand in hand with Amelia.

Amelia runs off to play with the other kids after telling her to be careful and you and Melissa go join some other parents at a picnic table nearby. You’re on your way back home in the car when Amelia asks a question.

“How come I don’t have a daddy?” She asks, you look back at her and Melissa looks at her with the rearview mirror.

“What?” You ask her, thinking you heard her wrong.

“The othews talked about having a daddy and I don’t have one. Why don’t I have a daddy? Is something wong with me?” She says and Melissa pulls over at that so you can both look at her.

“Nothing is wrong with you Amelia.” Melissa starts.

“Families are always different than other families. You don’t have a daddy but you got a mommy and a mamma. Other kids might have two daddies.” You explain.

“Ya, and other kids might only have a daddy or might only have a mommy. Or in other cases, different family members taking care of them.” Melissa continues the explanation.

“Well, I’m happy I have two mommies.” She tells you both and you both smile at her.

Melissa continues the drive home while Amelia tells you what else the other kids talked about.

That night Melissa makes a move on you and you giggle at her. “Again? Was this morning not enough?” You asked her.

“It was, but can I not want my wife multiple times a day?” She says and wiggles her eyebrows.

“You can, just surprised.” You tell her and she kisses your neck.

“The twins sleep halfway through the night now which means we got a solid 5 hours until they wake us up.” Melissa tells you as she trails down your body on the bed.

“Hmm, how romantic.” You tease her and she smiles at you before she makes you come three times.

The following week you take Amelia swimming again as Barb and Gerald wanted to spend the afternoon with the twins.

“Are we still going to your family this weekend for July the Fourth?” You ask Melissa on the way to the pool.

“Yep, all my siblings will be there, everyone is excited to meet the twins.” She says and you smile.

You, Melissa and Amelia have a lot of fun at the pool. Amelia splashes both of you, you spin her around in the water and she learns how to doggy paddle.

On July the fourth, the 5 of you go to one of Melissa’s siblings' houses to celebrate Independence Day. Everyone there takes turns holding the twins and talking to Amelia. Amelia plays with some of her cousins while you and Melissa talk to Melissa’s siblings.

When you get home, you put Amelia to bed while Melissa feeds the twins before putting them to bed. She meets you in bed when she’s done and then the two of you snuggle and fall asleep immediately.

You wake up suddenly from a nightmare and Melissa is looking at you with a worried face. “Amore, are you alright? You were starting to scream.” She asks you.

“Uh ya ya, just a nightmare. I’m sorry I woke you up.” You tell her.

“It’s alright Amore, I just want to make sure you’re alright.” She says full of love and you smile at her. You lean into her and she wraps both arms around you in a side hug and kisses your forehead. She notices your worry of falling asleep again so she starts humming softly and you fall asleep in her arms and she falls asleep after you.

The next day you hug her from behind while she’s cooking breakfast for the 3 of you. She smiles softly at you and leans into your touch.

“Well this is a nice surprise, morning Amore.” She says.

“Morning beautiful.” You tell her and she blushes. “9 years we’ve been together and 5 years married and I still have the ability to make you blush.” You tell her proudly.

“You know you’ll always have the ability to do that.” She says and scoops the omelette onto the plate next to the orange slices. She then turns around to face you and wraps you in a hug. “Happy Anniversary Amore!” She says

“Happy Anniversary.” You tell her and she gives you a passionate kiss.

“Ew!” You both hear and then look to see Amelia standing there with a weirded out look.

You smile at each other and then bring breakfast out for the 3 of you while the twins are in their playpen.

“Tesoro, you’ll be spending the day with Grandma and grandpa today, and the twins as well.” Melissa tells her.

“Not with you?” Amelia questions.

“No, me and mommy are going to be spending the day with each other. We got married 5 years ago today, so we’re celebrating that.” Melissa explains and Amelia just nods and digs into her eggs.

You’re giggling as Melissa is kissing your neck and pinning you to the wall. You just got home from dropping your kids off at your parents house and Melissa is immediately on you.

“9 years I’ve been worshipping this body and I love seeing it everytime, you’re so beautiful.” She tells you as she puts her hands under your shirt. “I feel like I can never get enough of you.” She says with almost a growl to her voice. She then picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom.

“Ah” You scream out as it took you by surprise and then giggle at her eagerness. “Major Deja vu.” You say as she places you on the bed and she winks at you.

She then takes your shirt and bra off, climbs on top of you and attaches her mouth to a nipple and you buck your hips and moan.

“I love it when you moan, my favourite music.” She says as she goes to the other nipple and gets the same reaction from you. You reach for her shirt and immediately take her shirt and bra off and she smiles at your eagerness. “So eager for my chest I see.” She teases and you nod.

“You know how much I love it or how much I love them.” You say as you place your hands on her boobs and she kisses you.

She places her body right on yours as she kisses your neck. You wrap your arms around her neck and legs around her waist. She makes sure to leave a few hickeys on your neck, she knows you love hickeys and she loves claiming you as hers, win-win.

She can’t wait any longer and takes your pants and underwear off at the same time and stares at you bare underneath her. “Hm Mia Principessa.” She tells you. “What do you want today? Tongue, fingers or strap?” She asks as she runs her fingers through your folds and you buck your hips. “Or all 3?” She adds and you think about it for a second.

“All 3.” You say and she smiles. She places herself in between your legs on her stomach and wraps her arms around your thighs. She dives to your pussy and runs her tongue along your folds before sticking her tongue in your entrance. You moan out as she runs her tongue all over and gasp when she slips into your entrance. She pumps her tongue in and out of you a few times before she moves her tongue to your clit. You grab her hair, moan out and buck your hips when she does. She pins you down with her left hand and with her right hand she sticks her middle and index finger in your entrance. “Omg Mel! That feels so good!” You gasp out as she pumps in and out of you.

“And you feel so good around my fingers, it’s just sucking them in, always wanting me.” She hums out when she pulls away from your clit to speak. She goes back to sucking and licking your clit and you get closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Mel, I’m so close!” You cry out and she speeds up her tongue and fingers, giving you permission to come. You come immediately and she slows down her movements and then pulls out of you and pulls her mouth away as well. While you come down from your high, she goes to the closet to retrieve the strap and puts it on. She walks back over to you and tells you to get on your hands and knees. You obey and get on all fours and then she gets on the bed behind you.

She runs her hands up along your back and over your ass, she loves the feel of your body and the fact that she gets to call you hers. She goes to your clit and rubs it a bit to make sure you get wet enough and then goes to feel your entrance. “Sei Mia Amore.” She tells you and you whine. You love it when she talks to you in Italian and love it when she calls you nicknames and tells you you’re hers.

She lines the strap up with your entrance and pushes it in. You moan out as you feel it fill you and she slides it all the way in. She gives you a second to adjust then begins pumping it in and out of you. She then puts a hand on your chest and brings you up so that your back is against her chest and you’re only on your knees. She places her hands on you, one on your breast and the other on your stomach. She continues pumping in and out of you and then places a hand on your clit and begins rubbing it. You are moaning and gasping against her and you start bucking your hips as you’re close. You reach behind you and place a hand in her hair.

“I know you’re close baby but I need you to hold it for a bit.” She tells you and you whine.

“Mel please, I need to come.” You tell her as she sucks on your neck and you moan. Your legs were getting shaky and the over sensitivity from holding it was getting to you.

Melissa was getting close to coming as well and wanted to come together. “Ok baby, come, come with me.” She says and you immediately let go and come for the second time today, Melissa immediately comes after you and she stops her movements. She pulls out of you and takes the strap off as you lay down on the bed. She lays down next to you after cleaning you both up and wraps an arm around your waist. She tucks the loose strands of hair that’s in your face behind your ear and gives you a kiss on your forehead. “Happy Anniversary Amore Mia.” She says softly and you smile at her.

“Happy Anniversary honey.” You tell her and she gives you a kiss.

The two of you continue to celebrate your anniversary together by going out to a restaurant on a date. You have a wonderful time together, just the two of you before you pick the kids up from Barb after supper time.

“Were they ok?” Melissa asked Barb as you grabbed the bags of stuff for the kids.

“Oh they were angels.” Barb says. “I absolutely adore your kids.” She adds and then pulls Melissa to her and whispers so you wouldn’t hear as you’re saying hi to Amelia. “I’m proud of you Melissa. You’ve come a long way from when I first met you, and you’ve built a lovely family.” She tells her best friend and Melissa blushes and smiles.

“Thank you. I’m very happy with my life. I have the most amazing wife and kids I could ever ask for.” She tells Barb and Barb smiles at her. You finish saying your goodbyes to Barb and Gerald and then you take the kids and strap them in the car. Melissa gets Amelia strapped in while you do the twins.

“Mamma guess what?” Amelia asks Melissa.

“What’s up my little Tesoro?” Melissa asks as she finishes with the straps.

“Auntie Barb taught me the alphabet.” Amelia says proudly and Melissa gasps.

“No way!” Melissa replies to her and then Amelia proceeds to sing the alphabet song.

“Now I know my ABC’s, next time won’t you sing wit me.” Amelia finishes and she missed about 5 letters but Melissa kept that to herself.

“Wow Tesoro! You did amazing!” Melissa congratulates her and Amelia smiles at her proudly.

The next day Amelia is playing with the twins as she barely knows them and she’s confused as to why they don’t know certain things. You’re sitting next to them on the floor, playing with sound books with the twins and Amelia.

“Mommy, how come they can’t talk or walk?” Amelia asks you.

“Because they haven’t learned to yet. When you were their age you couldn’t walk or talk either.” You explain to her. Melissa comes up behind you and joins you all. She hands Amelia a plate of her favourite fruits and vegetables for a snack as it’s lunch time and she wraps her arms around you and rests her head on your shoulder.

“Momma, awe you tiwed? I lay my head on mommy’s shouldew when I’m tiwed.” Amelia asks Melissa.

“I’m not tired, my little Tesoro. I’m just happy being near mommy.” She tells Amelia and you smile softly at her. Amelia happily eats her blueberries and cherry tomatoes that Melissa prepared on the plate, as well as carrot and banana slices. “I wonder if they’re teeth are showing yet.” Melissa says about the twins. “They started teething a couple weeks ago right?”

“It was a month ago and yes they’re coming in, why do you think I’m not breastfeeding anymore.” You joke and she laughs.

“Imagine all the meals I can make everyone.” She says and hums.

“The fact that you can only cook for 12 will come in handy.” You tell her and her smile widens.

“No it’s mamma.” Amelia says to the twins.

“Ma!” Caterina says as Amelia gets annoyed and Nico is just focused on the book.

“They’we not saying it wight.” Amelia complains to you both.

“They’re just babbling Tesoro, they don’t know what they’re saying right now.” Melissa explains to her.

“Remember when Amelia said her first word?” You tell her and she groans.

“Yes, I might have overreacted.” She admits and you chuckle.

“Might have?” You question and she hides her face in your chest.

“Ok I did.” She whines. You pat her head and run your fingers through her beautiful ginger locks and she hums softly. “Hm I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Mamma.” Nico says and you both turn to look at him.

“He finally said it wight.” Amelia tells you both as she points to Nico. You both smile at the scene in front of you and kiss Melissa’s head.

“Yes he did Tesoro.” Melissa tells Amelia.

A few days later you return home with Amelia from the store and Melissa is feeding the twins applesauce for lunch.

“What do you want for lunch Amelia?” You ask her as you bring the groceries in to the kitchen. Amelia following behind you, carrying the loaf of bread.

“Um, PB and J!” She says and you smile at her.

“You had that yesterday. Is it your favourite?” You ask her and she nods. Melissa comes into the kitchen with the empty applesauce containers and throws them in the trash. “We got a PB and J lover here.” You tell her and she smiles at Amelia.

“Oh really? Are you having it for lunch?” She asks Amelia and she nods.

A couple days later…

“Come on open wide.” You tell Nico. You’re trying to feed them dinner while Amelia is watching Melissa cook from the kitchen counter. Nico refuses to eat anything right now and you huff. “What about an airplane?” You ask and proceed to do airplane. He still won’t eat anything and you give up. “Mel?!?” You call out to her and she peaks her head out of the kitchen a few seconds later.

“Yes Amore?” She asks.

“Nico won’t eat anything. It’s like he’s on an eating strike.” You say with a huff and she chuckles.

“How about we put some of the dinner in the blender and try feeding it to him? It’ll be done in a couple minutes.” She suggests. “I mean it’s about time they try my cooking anyway.” She adds and you laugh.

“Worth a try, no one ever refuses your cooking.” You say as you go to put the barely touched food jars away.

Melissa finishes cooking the food and she puts some in a bowl to give to you to put in the blender. She gets the plates ready and on the table while you finish blending the food and putting them back in the bowl to give to Nico. You sit down with the bowl and put it on the table and you take one scoop of it and bring it to Nico’s mouth. To your surprise he takes a bite and swallows it.

“Like you said, no one ever refuses my cooking.” Melissa says proudly as she gives Amelia a bite of food and you roll your eyes.

*one week later *

“So Amelia and the twins will be in the same room right? Just in a different section.” Melissa asks the daycare worker.

“Yep, your twins will be in the baby section there.” The worker points to a section of the room. “And Amelia will be in the toddler section over there.” He adds and points to a different side of the room. “That way we have all kids in one room but split into different age ranges so the kids can play with others their own age.”

“Ok. I guess this is where all 3 of them are going now, starting next month.” Melissa tells you and you nod. She sighs and you wrap an arm around her waist.

“I think they’ll love it here. I know it’ll be hard like it was for Amelia but I’m sure it’ll be great.” You say with a smile and she smiles back at you.

“You’re right, I know it’ll be alright but like you said, it’s hard.” She says and you give her a kiss. “Where do we register them to go here?” Melissa asks the worker.

A week later you’re celebrating Mel’s birthday and you have your coworkers from school and your families over to celebrate. It was a barbecue as it was what Melissa wanted and a few of her siblings took charge with the cooking. They all sang happy birthday to her with the cake that Amelia loved eating. After it was time to open presents and she got Amelia to sit on her lap and help her open gifts.

She eventually got to your gift and you signed all 3 of the kids names there as well. You got her a new pots and pans set as she started complaining that it was time for new ones and she smiles widely at it. “Omg you got the exact set I wanted! Thank you Amore!” She says and gives you a kiss.

The rest of the summer is spent bringing them to the park to get the energy out and socialise with other kids, going to the pool as Amelia loves to swim, going on picnics and overall just spending time as a family before school starts again.

On the evening of the last day, you and Mel are going around and making sure everything is prepared for tomorrow.

“You have the lunch for Amelia ready to go and the blended ones for the twins?” You ask her.

“Yes, it’s in the fridge.”

“And you put the teething rings in their bag?”

“Yes, I did earlier.”

“And you put Amelia’s stuffy in her bag?”

“Yes Teddy is in there.” Melissa can see you on the verge of a panic attack so she intercepts before you start. “Amore, everything is good to go for tomorrow.” She begins and holds your hands. “Like you told me last month, they’ll love it there and everything will be alright.” She tells you and you nod.

“Ok ya, you’re right. Everything will be alright.” You say and she places a kiss on your forehead and you let out a breath.

“Now, both Amelia and the twins are asleep, I suggest we get some too before they wake us up in a few hours.” She jokes and you giggle.

“Ok, I love you.” You tell her while looking into her eyes. She cups your cheek with a hand and looks back into your eyes.

“I love you too Amore.” She tells you, and you both get ready for bed and then fall asleep with you safely wrapped in her arms.

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[amelia-acero]

Hi, my name is Amelia and this my first time writing in very long minute, but I got inspired by the lovely @thefallennightmare , she’s become my favorite writers on this app, with all that being said, someone requested a head canon of the reader having a cryptic pregnancy, she wrote out the head canon and it reminded me so much of my best friend going through that too. I got inspired by it and decided to put my spin in it. So without further ado, please enjoy. I’m gonna use character names, but please feel free to use your own preferred names.

“Oof, damn it that hurt.” Anya whispered to herself, rubbing her back from the most recent cramp out of many for the day.

She was folding up the merch table and boxes of unsold merch from the most recent Bad Omens concert, they were currently in their last show of the tour in Sacramento and we’re all getting ready to head back to their homes. Half in Los Angeles, including her and the other half in Virginia.

“Is your back still hurting darling?” she heard a familiar voice ask. She turned around and saw Noah standing there, looking at her with concern in his eyes.

“Yeah, but this time it felt stronger than the others and now it’s coming every 30 minutes and lasts about five minutes.”

”Would you listen to me if I told you to head to urgent care and get yourself checked out?”

She shook her head while folding up the last box of tshirts.

”I already know what they’re going to say, ‘You have irregular periods, ma’am, It’s just probably your period coming in again.’”

Noah just nodded, after working with them and being on tour with them since their album Finding God, Before God Finds Me came out, they had gotten to know each other and began to really know each other after being in a relationship for almost two years. Noah took the box that Anya was holding and helped put it in the truck where their equipment and merch was being held.

“Come on, let’s get back inside and I’ll make you chamomile tea to soothe your cramps. When did they start?” Noah took off the jacket that he was wearing and put it around Anya’s shoulders, knowing that when she had cramps the cold never did her any favors.

Anya nodded and pulled his jacket closer to her body, while slightly admiring Noah’s body. Something about Noah after a concert always made her want him, but sadly tonight was not going to be one of those nights.

”They started around noon, but only recently they started coming in slightly quicker.”

They reached the door of the tour bus and went inside where the rest of the band was waiting for them.

“We ready to head home?” Matt asked.

Everyone on the bus cheered and loud music began to play from hip-hop to rap to country anything the boys could use to celebrate going home after a long 11 months of back to back tours across North America, South America, Europe and Japan with Bring Me The Horizon, Sleep Token, and Dayseeker. Everyone was more than ready to be back home, none more than Anya; she wanted nothing more to sleep off her cramps and just get enough rest before going through festival season all through California. Noah went to the kitchen part of the bus and poured a water bottle into the kettle, and turned it on. Once the water was ready, he poured the water in a mug and put the tea bag in the mug, and carefully handed it to Anya. She let the boys enjoy festivities and went to the back of the bus and closed the door to get some peace and quiet, drinking the tea Noah had made. After about 3 hours into the drive, she woke up and found that the rest of the bus had quieted down and possibly had fallen asleep. She however was not feeling anymore peaceful and in fact was feeling worse.

“Ahh fuck.” She whispered to herself.

She tried to stand up and sat back down again, the pain being worse than before. She was no longer able to fully stand on her own. Another cramp passed through her and unlike the ones before, this was intense. Anya wrapped her arms around herself and the pain caused her to groan, she tried her best to be quiet to not disturb the guys in case they were asleep. After what felt like forever, she felt someone else’s presence, Anya looked up and saw Noah look at her with concern and fear. He knelt down and tried to sit her up, but instead she just slumped her head on his shoulder.

“Ok, for once this time can you please listen to me when I tell you that I’m going to tell Matt to stop the bus so we can go to the ER. This is way past urgent care at this point.” He said, cradling her head in his hand

”Noah, I promise that I’m fine. It’s just my period about to start.” She said, trying not to worry him.

He gave her a look that clearly said he didn’t believe her for one minute.

“Darling, I’ve seen you on your period, this is way beyond that. Stay here , I’m going to check if Matt or Bryan are awake to help us.”

Noah got up and left the back, after about a long 10 minutes, he came back with Matt, if he was asleep before, he clearly wasn’t anymore after taking one look at Anya.

“Holy Fuck, how long have you been like this?” Matt asked

”I’ve been feeling shitty all day, but it just started feeling worse about almost two hours ago.” Anya said.

Matt knelt down and to get his arm around her.

”Alright man, let’s get her up.” Matt said.

Noah and Matt stood on either side of her and put her arms around their shoulders. As soon as she was up, Anya gasped and felt something warm and wet trickling down her legs. She looked down and saw that her sweats were soaked. Whatever pain she felt was now intensified by tenfold. She bent over and fell back on the floor when the next cramp started again, this one almost causing her to yell out loud.

“Oh fuck, I’ll go tell the driver to drive to the closest hospital, I think were in Fresno right now.” Matt said.

Everyone started to look out their bunks and saw Anya laying on the floor with Noah right at her side. After that everyone immediately woke up and began to help in any way they could.

The bus stopped and without hesitating, Noah picked up Anya and carried her in his arms. He carried her out the bus and through the hospital doors.

”Can we get some help here?” Jolly yelled out

In an instant two nurses, one male and one female came up, and another nurse brought a gurney. Anya could no longer and started yelling out at the pain. Noah placed her on the gurney and was hesitant to let go of her hand.

“Sir, we got her and we’ll get her situated and figure out what’s going on.”

Noah nodded, but was slow to let go of her hand. Anya was wheeled into a private room, and immediately her shirt was raised exposing her abdomen.

“Ma’am we need you to stay still just long enough to see what is going on.”

Anya was writhing around in pain and screamed at the pain, but something felt different, something hard coming out of her.

”I can’t, I feel something coming out.”

The nurses looked up at each other, grabbed a scissor and cut Anya free from her sweats and underwear. The sight astonished them, they looked and saw a head crowning. From that they got a hospital gown on her and immediately moved her into a different room.

“What’s your name sweetie?” The nurse asked.

”Anastasia Mendoza, but I go by Anya.”

“Anya sweetie, I need you to listen to me very carefully, you’re having a baby sweetie and the baby is coming out now sweetie.”

At those words, the world felt like it stopped and Anya looked up at the nurse.

“That’s not possible, I’m not pregnant.”

”Sweetie, unless my eyes deceive me, this baby is ready to come out, whether you like it or not. Now, do you know who the father is and where he is?”

Anya remembered all the times she slept with Noah and realized the possibility of her being pregnant was true, they weren’t truly safe in their sexual activities, but because of her irregular periods, she thought the possibility of her getting pregnant would be slim. She looked at the nurse.

”He’s the one who carried me in the waiting room. His name is Noah Sebastian.”

She nodded and told the male nurse and began to hook her up to machines and heart rate monitors for both her and the baby, and put her feet in the stirrups.

Outside in the waiting room, Noah, Jolly, Nicholas, Folio, Matt and Bryan were all waiting on news, Noah was walking back and forth. Not knowing made his anxiety skyrocket.

”Noah, she’s getting checked out, she’ll be fine, now stop walking back and forth, because I’m getting dizzy watching you.” Folio said.

”Don’t ask me to stop man, Anya’s back there and I don’t know what’s going on with her.”

The male nurse helping Anya came out.

”Noah Sebastian?”

Noah looked and immediately went up to him, along with the rest of the guys.”

“How is Anya doing? Is she alright?”

“Relax sir, everything is fine, both her and the baby are alright. Now if you can follow me, I need you to put on a hospital gown. Right now gentleman, I just need Mr. Sebastian, we can let you know when they can accept visitors.”

In his anxiety induced haze he didn’t catch his mention of the baby. Noah followed behind the nurse and Nicholas stood there thinking over what the nurse just said.

“Did he just say what I think he said?” Nicholas asked.

”If you’re thinking he said baby, then yes, I heard him too.” Bryan said.

Everyone was thinking about the signs they could’ve missed and all the signs that could’ve given away her being pregnant.

“I didn’t even know Anya was pregnant, why didn’t she tell us?” Folio asked

”Man, I don’t think Anya even knew herself.” Matt said.

”I think we should create a baby basket and start ordering what they're definitely going to need now.” Jolly said.

They all left the hospital and began to head to the nearest Target.

”Wait, what about Noah? I don’t think he heard about the part with the baby.” Nicholas asked.

“I think he’ll figure it out when he sees the baby come out dude. Come on.” Matt said

Noah walked to the room while putting on the hospital issued scrub gown and looked up and saw the sign reading ‘MATERNITY WARD’.

“Are you sure I’m in the right place? My girlfriend isn’t pregnant.”

”You’ll see sir.”

He reached the room and saw Anya on the bed and immediately rushed to her side. Anya screaming her head off from the pain and white knuckling the bed rails. She saw him and immediately held on to his hand.

”What is going on?” Noah asked.

”Sir, you're aware that your girlfriend is having a baby right?”

Noah’s eyes widened and realized that this was happening right now, from the bassinet on the side of the bed to everything included in having a baby. At his delayed response, one of the nurses looked at him.

”Sir, if you’re going to faint, just know that we’ll ignore you, because right now we're focused on mom and baby.”

Noah focused on what was going on and gripped Anya’s hand just as hard.

”It’s ok darling, I’m here. Let's do this, you can do this.”

Anya nodded and cried out.

”Ok sweetie, on three you’ll push and push for 10 seconds. One, Two. Three. Push!”

Anya gripped Noah’s hand and began to push.

”Push, Push, Push, Push, Push.” One of the nurses said. After 10 seconds of pushing, Anya couldn’t push anymore.

”Ok, take a quick breather sweetie and then we’ll start again.”

Anya shook her head.

”I can’t, it’s too much. It hurts so bad.”

Noah kissed Anya’s forehead.

”Darling, I’m here. Whatever you need, I’m here. You want to break my hand holding it? Do it. Scream my ear off? Scream.” Noah said.

Anya looked up at him.

”Oh my god, we’re actually having a baby right now.” Anya breathed in, sweat sliding down her forehead and her hair clinging onto her head. “Oh my god, we’re having a baby and we have nothing prepared, no clothes, no diapers, no food, nothing.” Anya said, the heart monitor picking up the increase in her heart rate.

”We can worry about that later darling, right now let’s just focus on you and the baby.” Noah said.

”All right sweetie, let’s get ready to push again.” The nurse said.

”On three sweetie, One. Two. Three. Push!”

Anya pushed and pushed the pain becoming unbearable by the second.

“Alright, the head is out, come on sweetie, just a little bit more.”

Anya pushed even harder, Noah looked over and saw the baby’s head and shoulders come out and eventually it’s whole body, the cold in the room making the baby cry out.

“It’s a boy!” The doctor announced.

“Nurse, Date of birth is September 3rd, 2023 and time of birth is 3:23am.”

They took the baby to clean him up and wrapped him up. The baby was crying loudly and when the baby touched Anya’s chest, the baby immediately stopped crying. Afterwards the placenta came and they took it away to ensure that nothing was missing.

“Alright sweetie, you’re going to feel a slight pinch, you tore a little bit, so we’re gonna get you stitched up.”

Anya and Noah both focused on the baby, just absentmindedly nodded. Anya didn’t realize until she felt the prick of the needle. Afterwards it felt like nothing.

“A baby boy Noah, what should we name him?” Anya said, looking up at Noah.

”I don’t know? I’m still trying to reel in from the fact that we became parents without realizing we were becoming parents.”

”Did you notice anything?”

”I mean, I noticed that your breasts were becoming slightly bigger than normal, but I didn’t think twice about it.”

”I also thought my bras and pants were slightly tighter than normal, but I didn’t think about it either, and you know how my periods are at this point, pregnancy was the last possibility on my mind.”

After about 30 minutes of cleaning up Anya, Noah took off his shirt to do skin to skin contact with the baby. Noah held the baby and fed him some formula, while Anya took a well deserved nap. About two hours passed before a flash caught his attention. It was Bryan and Matt, they came in with a diaper bag, filled to the brim and Bryan had his camera on him, ready to take the next picture.

”Hey man, congratulations!!” They yelled out, but Noah was ready to shut them up to not wake up Anya or the baby. Matt put the baby bag in another guest chair.

“Congratulations!” They whispered.

“How’s Anya doing?” Matt asked. Walking over to look at the baby.

Noah looked at her and smiled warmly, that sight was enough to get another picture out of Bryan.

“She did amazing, terrified, but amazing.”

”Yeah, no shit.” Matt said. “Oh fuck! Can I curse around the baby? Oh fuck it, the baby won’t remember this.”

“The baby might not, but I will, so no cursing around my baby.” A sleepy voice joined in. All three men joined to look at Anya. Noah quickly walked to her side, helping her sit up.

”How are you feeling darling?”

”Like a baby I didn’t know I was pregnant with came out of me.” She joked. The baby began fussing at his mother’s voice and Anya began to reach for the baby. Noah helped with handing the baby to her and put his shirt back on.

”Watch his head.”

”I know.”

Once the baby was safely in Anya’s arms. The baby began to settle, Anya looked up at Noah and gave him a loving look.

”I love you so much.” Anya said.

”I love you more.” Noah said. “Please let’s not find out you’re pregnant like this again.” He joked.

Anya giggled, another flash went off and Bryan looked at the camera.

”Speak for yourself, I thought I was going to die.”

”Ha! That shit was terrifying, so please don’t do it again.” Matt said.

Everyone in the room laughed.

“Hey where’s the guys?” Noah asked.

”I’m pretty sure they’re all looking at baby stuff, Matt and I were in charge of the baby bag, and last we saw, Folio and Jolly were arguing about which crib looked cooler and Nick was getting all the stuff you guys actually needed for right now. He’s getting you guys a car seat, he said he’ll rent a car to get you back to LA, while the rest of us go back on the bus.” Bryan said. “We also brought you guys some extra clothes too.”

“ Thank you guys.” Noah said.

“That’s amazing of Nick, I actually didn’t think of it.” Anya said.

”Have you thought of a name yet?” Bryan said.

”To be honest, nothing on my end. Anything on your end love?” Anya asked.

“Nothing on my end either.” Noah said.

Matt and Bryan both got a chance to hold the baby and Bryan got more photos, eventually Nick, Jolly, and Folio came and wished their congratulations, they all brought their own gifts. After a long argument with each other, Jolly finally explained the crib that he chose for the baby and that it was going to be delivered to Noah’s house. Everyone got a chance to also hold the baby as well and a few more pictures were taken by Bryan, afterwards everyone left the new happy family to enjoy their time together.

Anya was holding the baby while she was breastfeeding him. She looked up at Noah and gave him a deep kiss. She looked back at the baby and stared at him with a new found maternal love.

“Do you think we’re ready or will ever be with our new roles as parents?” Anya asked.

“Absolutely not, but as long as I have you and him by my side, we can figure it out together.”

”We really should come up with a name though, I don’t know how much longer I can go with calling our son ‘Baby Boy Sebastian’” Anya chuckled.

”I think I have one in mind.”

She looked down and caressed his hands that held a very special name.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Noah asked.

”Mhmm.”

“I just wish he was here to see this.”

”I think he is, why else would our son be born on his birthday.”

“I think he would get a kick out of knowing he’d be sharing his birthday with a baby.”

The baby began to cry and to keep her from getting up, Noah took Baby Keaton from her and began to change his soiled diaper and change him into a different onesie. Little began to move his hand back to mouth in an attempt to eat something. Noah wrapped him up slightly and picked up his son and kissed his nose.

“I think our son is hungry again. Should I get a formula bottle or do you want to breastfeed him?”

”I’ll do the bottle this time, just so we can get him accustomed to both. Especially if we decide to take him with us on tour.”

Noah carefully placed Keaton in Anya’s arms and while adjusting his shirt she noticed some writing on the shirt with a sharpie, she moved his blanket and saw the words written on his shirt.

’WILL YOU MARRY MY DADDY?’

”Noah what -

She turned and saw Noah kneeling by her bed with a velvet ring box, a beautiful emerald ring surrounded by diamonds and with a white gold band. A little tongue tied, Anya couldn’t find the words to speak.

”I did have reservations for my proposal to you at La Boucherie in about two weeks, not going to lie, before I found you last night, I was looking at the ring in my bunk and practicing on how to propose. If you ask the guys, they’ll tell you that I had each of them practice and pretend to be you to get an idea of your reaction, but this is a lot better. Our son being here with us was very unexpected, but a welcome surprise. So now that I have both of you here, I wanted to ask.”

”Oh Noah…”

”Anastasia Mendoza, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

”oooh.” A little coo-like sound came from baby Keaton.

Noah chuckled.

”I think our son said yes for you.” He whispered.

”Lucky for him, mama can speak for herself and her response is yes. With all my heart. Yes, I’ll marry you Noah.”

Noah placed the ring on her finger and kissed her again. It was all overwhelming, but they both knew that as long as they had each other, it wasn’t bound to be perfect, but it can be easier with each other. They don’t know what the future holds, but each day will bring a new surprise and hopefully they can be prepared.

[d4rl1ngpuppy]

I COME BEARING THE GIFT OF ASKS MY WONDERFUL MUTUAL!!

Ok so I have this vision in my mind of Alejandro’s castle being old and Victorian era in style. I just see darling curling up in the library to read but ends up falling asleep in a little secluded corner, and Alejandro just goes absolutely NUTS trying to find her thinking she was kidnapped (because there is no way she would want to leave on her own accord. She has everything that she could ever need right there.).

I am also working on your ask! Albeit slow I will admit, but it is being worked on!!

Your wonderful!!

That's so cute oml

A cozy little library tucked away in the furthest corner of the castle Alejandro shared with his beloved. Filled with smell of old books and the soft light of candles it's the perfect place to curl up with a book and a blanket, lulled to sleep by flickering candles.

As the sun set and darkness seeped into the walls of the castle, Alejandro searched for his darling, it was late and they would surely be tired, ready to curl up with him in their horde for the night.

He checked their favorite places, nooks and crannies and every little place he'd observed them in.

Nothing.

Alejandro's mind raced. his human, so tiny and fragile, was gone.

They hadn't run away, they wouldn't. Not when they had everything they wanted, everything they needed.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, somebody took them.

He wouldn't have it, he finally had a companion, he had everything, he couldn't lose them.

Soft footsteps pad out of the library, awoken by the sound of furniture breaking under the claws and teeth of the dragon.

His head snaps towards them, grabbing them and enveloping them in his wings. In the bink of an eye they were in their nest, Alejandro protectively folding his wings over them with a low growl.

"Mine"

[b4byblu3z]

Xurl and warrior darling smut……

That’s it…….

I like pathetic men who worship their woman I’m not ashamed….

Can't argue with that logic...

[Warnings: feminine/afab reader, semi-public? They're in a tent, there is literally no plot like none at all, oral (f receiving), coming untouched]

Smut under the cut, not proofread because if I look at my work too long I'll delete it

It was a strange sight, Xurl, a feared war chief, writhing and panting underneath a human half his size.

He hadn't expected the sight of her covered in blood to turn him on as much as it did. He groped the furs beneath him in an attempt to keep his rough hands away from her bare flesh, he'd rather die himself than see her hurt at his hand.

A teasing coo fell from her lips as she dragged a nail down the large expanse of his torso.

"Awe, do you like that?"

She giggled, she had barely even touched him and he was already so worked up.

"Ple..pleashh"

He slurred, already dizzy with pleasure as he gave in and grabbed her warm flesh. His hands finding purchase at her sides.

Before she could tease him more, his hands had slid down to paw impatiently at her panties, as if he were trying to claw them off of her.

The feeling of the wet fabric beneath his fingers draws out another whine. He wanted nothing more than to burry his face between her thighs and show her how much he loved her.

She seemed amused, giving him a chaste kiss before falling backwards onto the bed, discarding her underwear and spreading her thighs

"You wanna fuck me? Earn it"

He wasted no time, blubbering out thanks as he tripped over himself to get between her legs.

He lapped at her folds like a man starved, as if he'd been stranded in a desert tasting the first drops of water in decades.

He briefly realized the her thighs had locked around his head but it was difficult to care when he was presented with the best meal he'd ever have the fortune of eating. Barely even registering his own orgasm as he chases the high of suffocating in her heat.

Oh what a wonderful death it would be.

°°°

Got a little carried away here 😶

[livwritesstuff]

i spent the last day just reading everything you have ever posted on this site, and every post on your blog and i need you to know that i am OBSESSED with your writing. it just hits the spot so perfectly, just 👨‍🍳💋👌🏻

THANK YOU!! holy moly you all are too kind 🥹

Have a double post for just making my day <3

As dads, both Steve and Eddie are total suckers. They're pretty much guaranteed to give in to any and all whims their daughters may have. They will also, however, make them work for it, which is usually facilitated by Steve (and serves as prime entertainment for Eddie, who has adored watching Steve try to hold his own against smart-ass teenagers since they were teenagers themselves)

This is why Eddie is absolutely delighted when he walks into the kitchen to see that Steve is on the phone with their middle-daughter Robbie.

“Robbie,” Steve says, cutting himself off with a long sigh, “Just tell me why I’m sending you seventy-five dollars.”

With a grin, Eddie settles in at the counter. Steve rolls his eyes, pointing at the phone as if to say get a load of this.

Then his eyebrows fly up.

“You need seventy-five dollars to go get your nails done? What, are they gonna take your midterms for you too?”

She isn't on speaker so Eddie doesn't catch Robbie's exact response to this, but whatever she says is loud enough that he can hear her voice coming through the phone.

"Amelia Robin," Steve cuts her off, "I will think about it. It's time for you to start thinking about getting a job"

Robbie must make one last desperate attempt because Steve says, "Goodbye, my darling girl who only calls when she wants something."

Steve hangs up and immediately points at Eddie as if this has something to do with him.

"Sinclair's boys don't put him through shit like this," he says, "I asked. All they ever want from him is food and Xbox subscriptions."

"Must be nice."

"Remember when the only time she asked for money was for the Scholastic book fair?” Steve asks, “Damn, I miss those days.”

"You're still gonna send her the money, though."

With a resigned sigh, Steve says, "Yeah."

[foggieststars]

tagged by my darlings @albonoooo and @1425fivefive to share personal lore...

i was born during the first total solar eclipse visible from the uk in 80 years and there won't be another one for 70 years. i once googled what this means astrologically thinking it would signify i was meant for fame and fortune and google told me that children born during eclipses are seen as ill omens for literally being born under a dark star :/ like that's my fault

stealing from amelia my parents also met through cheating... my mum was engaged to another man when my dad came to stay in the hotel she worked in and they met. and he was interested in her coworker so my mum swapped their shifts to ensure that this woman wouldn't be free to go out with my dad. my mum then dated my dad, broke it off with the other guy, and moved countries to be with my dad after 6 weeks of knowing him

i'm descended from a lord who was executed by his own townspeople for being so fucking crazy that they were like we are sick of you and your shit . gootbye. he was henry VIII's great nephew or something <3

tagging: @maaxverstappen @bright-and-burning @cherrari @fueledbyremembering @breathofnyx @antspaul @valyrfia <3

[christian-oc-tournament]

Round One Schedule

may 27 (group 1 left side)

Joy O'Connor vs A'den

Adelle vs Adrian Alyward

Ahleri vs Aithus

Aleksander Thunderblade vs Alice Liddell

Amelia vs Amaranth

Andre Caron vs Anwedd

Anise vs Lt. Strike

Aqua vs Ariella

may 28 (group 1 right side)

Adrian Mori vs Alexander

Andris Harkin vs Ashley Bethaz

Arkyn Thornburn vs Athaliah Taveet

Aris vs Atlas Fletcher

Arryn va Azarias

Barir Stelmer vs Beck Valentine

Bela Balogh vs Betani D'Agia

Billie Way vs Black

may 29 (group 2 left side)

Betty vs Bob Guppington the 1st

Blodeuwedd vs Brat

Burr vs Caldren

Cpt. Ambivalent vs Casey Dickenson

Caroline Schaeffer vs Cedric Blackwell

Cassidia Reynolds vs Christopher

Celeste vs Cluinn

Bobbert Guppington the 2nd vs Clair

may 30 (group 2 right side)

Bobby Guppington the 3rd vs Chris Carnovo

Conas vs Crispin

Copper vs Cusick

Connell vs Cymin

Dae vs Dallow

Daniel Grace vs Daven

DeathScreen vs Derik

Doc vs Domitius

may 31 (group 3 left side)

Dr. Victor P. Henly vs Dhrake

Dorothy Gale vs Dr. Elliott Sinclair

Eabennor vs Edith Wickham

Ellie vs Edlyn

Elysia vs Elwin

Emma Gardner vs Erin

Ephesia vs Eniss

Epic Palustre vs Eriol

june 1 (group 3 right side)

Dr. Riku Honda vs Edmund

Ethylene Petra vs Eva Blythe

Faraena vs Farold

Evelyn Vordur vs Felix Rodzic

Feire vs Gail Goffrey

Gerdie vs Ferir

Ghost Lad vs Gigi

Evangelinne vs grandma Maudie

june 2 (group 4 left side)

Haru vs Heather

Henry Pebbleton vs Hibiscus

Hiromi vs Hope Espy Chase

Hugo Mallory vs Ilumi

Ilias vs James Zauberen

Ilya Severin vs Impossible

Jacer vs Jack Archer

James (Loriair) vs Isidore Kavi

june 3 (group 4 right side)

James (Eyurenia) vs Isabel

Jarryd vs Jasper

Jett vs Joden

James Bracegirdle vs Julia Cook

Kabos vs Kate Riley

Kathryn vs Keres Blake

Keyto vs Kimera

Kodi Archer vs James Mulligan

june 4 (group 5 left side)

Korosa vs Kylin

Laughing Hare vs Leeli

Kurtis vs Kyra

Len vs Licia

Leo King vs Lt. Matthew

Lina Lane vs Loch

Logis vs Lucas Greydawn

Lt. Madeline vs Logolas

june 5 (group 5 right side)

Kyr vs Laurentiu

Maddox Darling vs Luria

Kestler vs Matthew Johnson

Marin of Yuneth vs Meridian

Mathilda Talbot vs Mina

Mihalis vs Max Way

Mip vs Milton

Misty Way vs Maristella

june 6 (group 6 left side)

Miranda Hayes vs Nikki Way

Mochrar vs Myra

Mr. Guardian vs Nabikio

Naru vs Ms Hallifax

Nimble vs Nevin Imre

Orchid Finch vs Prince Adar Griffith

Nokh vs Obsidious

Onne vs Peter Pensworth

june 7 (group 6 right side)

Mr. G vs Ourem

Pandora vs Owen

Oriana vs Peg

Peter Dragonsbane vs Percy

Pietro vs Princess Torva

Peter Bethaz vs Prince Adric

Princess Rovyna vs Prometheus

Protagonist vs Naphtali

june 8 (group 7 left side)

Puddles vs Queen Alyth of Avena

Quinn vs Ragunoe

Ramona vs Rannis

Relaner vs Rhyin

Ril'siya vs Ripple Fisher

Riema vs Riser Way

Rocoroi Markus Mikko vs Rosemarie

Ryphl vs Santeri

june 9 (group 7 right side)

Saskia vs Senaka

Sh'zkai vs Shleaema

Shiido vs Skylar

Sonrisa Firiel vs Syx

Sly Bastion vs Stelemi

Spike vs Sz'nami

Tad vs Tamaki

Teasel vs Tannufia

june 10 (group 8 left side)

Tehvlar vs Thaendric

the Enemy vs the Mailman

the Poppy Queen vs the Runaway Prince

Theo Gray vs Tiger

Thomas Hargrove vs Tiny

Thessaly vs Tsuname

TJ Valentine vs Toka

Trajeda vs Val (Keepers)

june 11 (group 8 right side)

Veelia vs Trevin

Verity vs Vokku

Vellatra vs Waizu

Valentina vs Wendy

Wryden vs Yasmin

Wisteria vs Zac O'Connor

Yuro vs Zaire

Zhahara vs Ziph