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queenimmadolla · 2 years

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(young parents!Eddie Munson x fem!reader, SMUT)

more adventures from the pennyverse can be found on my masterlist.

summary: . . . eddie helps you out when you’re struggling to feed your baby. It quickly leads to fucking.

warnings: lactation kink, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, fingering, breastfeeding, little bit of angst, whole lot of comforting.

a/n: based on this request, pls appreciate this, i learned too much about my older sister’s experiences to be as accurate as possible for you horndogs. and a HUGE thank you to @kitmon for beta-ing this monster! everyone say ‘thank you, junie!’

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You hadn’t been able to do it for very long, but you definitely had a bone to pick with all of the distorted media; all of the stupid magazines, books, tv shows and movies that made breastfeeding seem like a walk in the park

Because it wasn’t.

Over the course of your pregnancy you had mainly been worried about whether your baby would accept your offered boob or not considering you’d been a bottle-fed baby, fussy and always refusing your mom anytime she tried. Penny wasn’t like you, though. She had no problem with your breasts or latching, she was essentially a pro at it and almost entirely chose to nurse by tit, meaning, she was almost constantly attached to your nipple.

That was now proving to be a problem. See, your chest was out of control. You were fine with your bra size before but, Jesus Christ, they nearly tripled in size to produce the amount of milk she needed! And that was when you were least engorged! You were shaped like Dolly Parton if Penny was away from you for too long.

It had also begun to hurt, badly. It was painful. They made it look all cutesy and sweet in the movies, a mother cooing gingerly and coddling her child close to her chest as they suckled, but milk— and enough to feed a seemingly always hungry baby— coming out of recently tender nipples not used to it was anything but a fun experience. For a good couple of weeks after having her, you cried during her feedings while she stared up at you with those thoughtless, doe-like eyes, oblivious to it all.

You could tell Eddie felt bad, but there wasn’t much he could do and, if you were being honest, it was definitely a stubborn pride thing on your end, not really wanting his help in the first place.

You could do it on your own. And, for a while, you did, until, suddenly, you couldn’t.

Your right breast had been hurting more than the usual dull ache and Penny seemed to be unsatisfied with what her clouded baby-brain perceived to be meager portions, demanding more which she was given through a bottle. It didn’t take you long to figure out something was wrong and a quick visit to your doctor confirmed that something was, indeed, amiss.

Mastitis; which was the fancy word for your milk duct (the terminology grossed you out) being clogged.

Your doctor gave you some medication, told you to keep pumping and to keep Penny on the swollen side for a longer amount of time during her feedings to encourage her to unclog it. She’d also recommended a third solution, but it was much too embarrassing for you to even consider. You could barely look her in the eyes as she described it and held your head down, avoiding her gaze on your way out of the exam room.

Eddie was playing with Penny when you stepped into your home, laying on the couch as he held her high above his face, lowering her to press a loud smacking kiss to her soft, chubby cheek before giving the other the same treatment.

She was delighted, letting out happy little squeaks and hiccups every time he brought her down to meet him. Despite the discomfort you were experiencing, it was impossible not to smile at the pair as the trill of her laughter flooded the living room along with Eddie’s contrasting chuckles, raspy in comparison to her’s.

Eddie’s head tilted to the side to get a good look at you as the front door clicked shut behind you, mouth breaking out into a grin. “Hi, babydoll. How’d it go? You okay?”

You had shared some of what you were going through, but you hadn’t been completely transparent with him. It wasn’t out of fear of him judging you— you knew he’d never do that— it was just… embarrassing, and you didn’t even have a reason! It just was.

You set the paper bag containing your new prescription onto what little kitchen counter space you had before you walked over. Eddie shifted until he was sitting, cradling Penny in the crook of one of his arms. It looked like she was in position to fly, her tummy pressed against the palm of his hand. She seemed to be amused with it herself, toothless mouth wide open in a huge smile that showed off her gums and made way for drool to slip from the corner of her mouth. Her arms and legs kicked and waved, Eddie having to adjust his hold every few seconds as she fidgeted and wiggled like she was actually trying to flap them and take off.

“She gave me some stuff to take, told me to keep feeding Penny like normal and it should go away.” It wasn’t a complete lie.

You didn’t dare mention the third solution she’d given you; one that she recommended more than the others as it usually produced an immediate result. But at what cost?

Despite your embarrassment, it was still pretty difficult for you to keep anything from Eddie, so you reached for Penny and he let her slip from his arm easily as you brought her into yours, eager to distract yourself. When she turned her head to stare up at you, her gummy smile somehow managed to widen at your presence and you leaned forward to nuzzle your nose against her tiny button-like one. She giggled again before her mouth opened and she attempted to latch onto your nose, lips parting and smearing drool along the tip of your nose as she searched for a nipple that was most definitely not there.

Eddie laughed as he slipped a hand behind the back of your neck, massaging the tense muscles there, “I was gonna feed her just before you got here, want me to get a bottle ready or do you want to try?”

You knew he didn’t mean any harm by it, but a part of you still kicked yourself for your current inability to satisfy your daughter’s hunger.

“I’ll try.” You stood up, keeping a good hold on Penny as you disappeared into the bedroom, trying your hardest to ignore the hurt look on Eddie’s face as you did so.

Ever since your milk duct had gotten clogged, you’d taken to feeding Penny in private. It wasn’t like Eddie stared at you when you fed her but he didn’t mind watching. You knew he liked seeing you and Penny bond that way. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a whole lot of bonding going on anymore. You spent the majority of her feeding time trying to encourage her to suckle a little harder and getting frustrated when she wouldn’t. You didn’t want Eddie to see that, it’d break the illusion of you being the perfect mother.

And you didn’t want to disappoint Eddie. You felt like you were already disappointing Penny.

“Okay, we can do this, Penny,” You sighed and smiled down at her as you kicked the door shut behind you, moving to climb onto the bed, mindful of Penny’s precious body in your arms. You sat with your back pressed against the headboard, legs criss-crossed as you unbuttoned your blouse as best as you could with only one free hand and fumbled to undo the latch holding the right cup of your nursing bra in place. “Just do your thing, baby. No pressure.” But pressure.

She latched onto you with no problem, the suction providing you with just a little bit of relief. It didn’t last long as the slow suckling begun producing a sharp pain that hurt more than not having her suckle at all. You huffed, breathing through the burn of it as you hitched her up a little, hoping the slight change in position would get her to try a little harder for her food. “C’mon, Penny. You gotta get it.”

Penny didn’t understand a word you were saying, pretty brown doe (perhaps cow like with the lack of attention behind them) eyes staring up at you as she continued suckling at her own pace, unaware of your suffering.

When that didn’t work, you tried re-positioning her again but, regardless of how you held her, she refused to try sucking any harder, and soon, you were blinking away tears of pain and frustration. After about thirty minutes of the fruitless attempt, you gave up, and pulled her off your chest.

Immediately, Penny began whimpering, face crumpling as you switched her onto your other side to hush her, tears openly trailing down your cheeks and chest rising and falling with your erratic hiccups. You couldn’t look down at her as she nursed, choosing instead to blink up towards the ceiling in an effort to keep the waterworks at bay and ignore the pain of your other breast as well as the sting of your own failure as a mother. You knew the moment she was done with your left breast, she’d still be hungry and would bawl with disappointment as she’d barely gotten anything from the right.

Sure enough, when Penny’s suckling became too much for your left breast and you knew she wouldn’t be getting much more out of it, you pulled her away and her whimpers started up again, tiny fists clenching in anger as she inhaled sharply with a wrinkled face.

You felt defeated when she began to wail, mouth wide open, not to give you one of her precious smiles but to cry from her hunger.

You cried with her, bringing a hand up to cover your face as the tears started to fall in thick droves. How could your own body fail you? How could you fail your own daughter? She wasn’t even a year old and you were already letting her down. Fuck, maybe you really weren’t ready to be a mother.

You heard the bedroom door creak open but you didn’t bother looking up as you heard Eddie’s footsteps draw closer to you. You felt Penny’s weight being lifted away from her place in your lap and as soon as you heard her cries carry out into the living room, you curled up into a ball and wept as quietly as you could; from the still-throbbing pain and from the failure of it all.

The throbbing of your right breast became easy to ignore as your brain went numb, finally accepting defeat.

There was nothing you could do. Maybe your fucking tit would fall off or explode or something but you didn’t care anymore. You sucked anyway and Penny would be happier nursing from a stupid plastic bottle.

You laid there for what felt like hours but was, likely, no more than one. Penny’s cries had stopped by then and you were sure Eddie had sedated her with a warmed bottle and an unclogged stupid rubber nipple. Your tears had slowed, dry tracks and the redness staining the whites of your eyes as the only evidence that they had ever flowed, save for the stray droplets that trailed along the contour of your nose and stained the pillow case. When Eddie appeared, leaning in the doorway, he stared at you with concern etched into his features.

You didn’t meet his gaze, staring determinedly at the dresser across the room before asking, “Where’s Penny?”

“She’s asleep in her playpen.” He sighed, pushing off of the doorway to crouch near the edge of the bed, fingers lifting to stroke over your hair. “Talk to me, babydoll. What’s wrong?”

Your first instinct was to lie but what was the point? Penny would wake up in a couple of hours, hungry again and, like all the times before, you wouldn’t be able to satisfy her. Your days of feeding her were probably over and that made your eyes sting with the prospect of oncoming tears.

“I can’t feed her enough,” you finally admitted, your lower lip beginning to quake. “Barely anything is coming out of my right boob, it hurts like some kind of hell! She’s mad at me, I’m mad at me and I’m probably only gonna have one boob after this because I have a clogged milk duct and there’s nothing I can do about it! Penny can’t unclog it and this all sounds kind of gross as shit to me!” You turned your face into the pillow and sobbed into it, your body trembling with the force of it and you were sure you must have been a pitiful sight to your husband.

Eddie frowned, eyebrows cinched together with worry as he watched you cry. It had been obvious to him that something was off with you these last few weeks. Anytime he tried to bring it up, you withdrew into yourself. It was only after he’d been trying to get you in the mood, when he’d been kissing his way down your chest, nipping and lavishing you with lovemarks that you halted his descent and shyly admitted your breast was feeling a little too tender for any action. He had encouraged you to see your doctor about it, thinking maybe Penny had somehow hurt you while she was nursing despite her lack of teeth but, clearly, it went far beyond that.

“Have you tried pumping?” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss into the side of your head left available to him. You sniffled, turning to the side just in time for him to catch your cheek with his lips.

Maybe you were in the mood to be coddled because you shifted around a little so you were facing him completely, allowing him to plant kisses all over your face as he brushed your hair out of your eyes.

“It doesn’t help all that much. Plus, if I pump then I can’t feed Penny on that side and my left side is already not enough for her. I don’t like sharing her too much with a bottle, Eddie,” you explained, feeling just a little better at having gotten the chance to vent it all out. Sure, your husband knew you failed at breastfeeding your daughter but clearly he didn’t care about that or he wouldn’t be comforting you.

He licked his lips before pursing them as he studied your tear covered face, heart aching at the fact that you’d been hurting this whole time and kept it to yourself. God, there had to be something he could do. “What exactly did your doctor say?”

You scowled at the mention of your visit. “She said to take some antibiotics and to encourage Penny to nurse on that side. She said, eventually, Penny should be trying to suckle enough to unclog it or I could just—’’ You caught yourself and stopped your words short, face growing warm when you recalled the final solution your doctor had provided you, eyes wide in mortification even though you hadn’t actually said it out loud.

“What? You could just what?” Eddie tried to hide the desperation in his voice as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to yours. “C’mon, doll, you know you can tell me anything, right?”

You groaned, moving away from him to shove your face back into the pillow. You caught the flash of hurt on his face again and hated yourself a little more. Then, you finally said or, well, mumbled it into the pillow cover.

“What?”

You spoke a little louder, though your answer still remained unintelligible. Eddie frowned at your muffled reply.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. You’re gonna need to say that again without trying to smother yourself,” he coaxed with a gentle joke, lips curled in a slightly uneased smile.

With a sigh and your eyes clamped shut, you moved your mouth just far enough away from the pillow to be heard, “She said I could just have you do it!” You then, immediately, shoved your face back into the pillow so you wouldn’t have to see Eddie laugh at you.

Only, you didn’t hear him either. When he remained silent but continued petting your hair, you slowly angled your head to peek up at him.

You expected to see some amusement, just a little at your expense, but all you saw on his face was concern.

“What’s so wrong with that?”

And just like that, you wanted to kick yourself for ever thinking Eddie would tease you for needing his help, regardless of how embarrassing the situation felt to you.

“I don’t know, I guess I just felt stupid. I always expected to breastfeed Penny. Didn’t really think I’d have to ask you to tap in for her.” It sounds silly rather than stupid saying it out loud and you can’t help the giggle that filtered out of you.

Eddie grinned, pleased that you were finally coming out of your shell and trusting him. He actually wouldn’t mind helping you with your problem. In fact, he wouldn’t mind, at all.

Had you told him from the start, he would have readily volunteered.

“Baby, I would be more than happy to. It’s not like I haven’t before.” His grin morphed into his trademark mischievous smirk and you felt your face get hot at the memory of the first time you found out your milk had come in. You’d been in the middle of intercourse, bodies slick with sweat and sliding against one another, mindful of your baby bump, when you had started leaking. Ever the curious cat, Eddie had made it his mission to check it out for himself. If you hadn’t already been heavily pregnant, you were positive that particular tryst would have ended up with a baby in you.

“Shut up!” You pushed a hand over his face, sending him away as you both laughed and you moved to sit up.

“Hey! I’m just offering to help!” He stood up only to crash down onto the bed next to you, flat on his back as you crawled over him.

“Mhm, you know, I’m beginning to think it might be a thing for you,” you jested, tucking some hair behind your ear before leaning down, your nose almost grazing his.

Eddie didn’t say anything, just raised an eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

You straightened as your mouth dropped open. “Oh my god, it totally is!”

The only reason he was admitting it was because he knew it must have embarrassed you to need his help in the first place. “It’s not like I can help it! I just see you and I want to—’’

You shush him, covering his mouth with your hand. “Don’t explain. Just do.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice.

Eddie flipped you over, your back landing on the mattress as he settled himself over you. You wrinkled your nose as he leaned down, the ends of his hair tickling your face and neck before he began trailing kisses along your jaw, nudging your head to the side with his nose so he could gain better access to your neck.

“Eddie,” you moaned out as he began sucking over a previous mark he’d left just over your pulse point, making sure it wouldn’t get the chance to fade.

Eddie liked to do that with most of the bruises his lips had left over your skin, almost from the first time you'd let him to touch you in that way. It always filled him with a sense of pride when he caught a glimpse of them throughout the day, the marks peeking just over the collar of one of your turtlenecks and scarves or smatterings of discoloration littering your thighs when you’d shuck off your pants to go to bed. You hadn’t allowed him to leave them anywhere you wouldn’t be able to hide them with clothing or your hair, but knowing they sat there, pretty and purple, always had him half hard and ready to go the rest of the way the second you made it clear you wanted to fool around.

“Mmm, I’m getting there,” he mumbled against your skin, kisses beginning to trail from your neck to over your collarbone, pulling away only so he could pull your blouse open the rest of the way, his thick clumsy fingers struggling with the tiny iridescent buttons.

You held your breath, watching his face and anticipating the squeamish look of repulsion at your swollen boob, but he never displayed it. Instead, he looked just as intrigued as he always did when undressing you, paying no mind to the irritated redness as he got rid of your blouse and your bra completely, bundling the articles up and flinging them somewhere behind him without a spare glance.

He leaned down to press lushkisses to the area surrounding your nipple, sore and tender even to his fond touch. “My poor baby, you’ve been suffering all this time.”

There was nothing Eddie hated more than feeling helpless. Luckily, that wasn’t the case this time and he’d be damned if he couldn’t ease your pain and maybe soothe you with a little something more.

“Let me help you with that.”

Finally, he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking cautiously and laving his tongue over the inflamed skin as you shut your eyes in discomfort. His attention remained focused on you, his dark gaze locked onto your face, judging the pressure he’d need to apply in order to alleviate your pain. By the twisting of your features and the shaky exhales released after you’d held your breath as long as you could, it was clear you weren’t enjoying it, so he made sure his suction was light, each suck accompanied immediately after with an apologetic wash of his tongue, surveying each tick of your eyebrow or curl of your lips to better understand your dilemma. He was sure he was already trying harder than Penny usually did and he could barely taste the sweet liquid you produced, only mustering a few drops. It must have been some clog, no wonder you were so upset.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he sucked a little harder, well aware it’d cause you more discomfort before it did you any good relief. He watched as you brought a hand to your mouth, biting down on your finger to keep from making any noises for fear of waking Penny.

“Harder,” you gritted out around your finger. Unlike Penny, you knew Eddie could understand you. You’d need more than he was giving to get it out and, like a dutiful husband, he obeyed and you wondered distantly if you’d end up drawing blood from your finger as your teeth dug into the flesh of it.

The sting in your breast worsened and you honestly thought Eddie was going to rip your nipple off with how harshly he was suckling, your skin coated in a light sheen of sweat as the feeling intensified. Then, suddenly, you could feel something shoot out of your nipple in a horrifying way but the relief was almost instant; it was something not entirely liquid.

Eddie pulled away, mouth releasing your nipple with a wet pop as he spat into his hand.

Exhausted and spent, you were left panting before straining to push yourself up onto your elbows to get a look at it.

“What is it?"

He stared down at his palm, thumb reaching to press against something, before he offered his hand out for you to see.

You made a face, nose wrinkling and lips turning up as you caught sight of what was in his hand; it was cream colored and almost rubbery looking, like a smaller version of that gross slime they offered to children as prizes at arcades.

“Oh, god, what the fuck?”

Eddie was silent as he reached over the side of the bed to shake his hand and toss the clog into the trash can. As he leaned back up, he wasted no time in pressing you back into the mattress and slanting his pink mouth over yours with fervor. You caved instantly, melting under his wandering hands as you moaned into his mouth, letting him roll his tongue along yours.

He was panting when he pulled away, lips rosy and glistening with your shared saliva.

“Fuck, baby, I know that must have been a pain in the ass for you, but you tasted so good and you’re so fucking beautiful.”

You yanked his face back down to yours, licking the rest of his words right out of his mouth. You could taste the sweet flavor of your breast milk on his tongue, and it surprised you how much the candied taste of it turned you on.You weren’t even the one with the kink.

You reached a hand down to press against his jean-ladened crotch, relieved when you felt the defined outline of his cock, hard and warm even through the bulky, rough fabric. Eddie rutted into your palm, eager to feel any friction you would provide him. You took pity on him, fumbling with the button on his jeans before lowering the zipper. He raised his hips to help you ease the pants down over his ass, legs kicking to strip them down the rest of the way, his boxers falling away with his jeans.

“Your turn,” he growled, voice laced with unbridled desire as he quickly got you out of your pants, yanking and tugging until they were discarded along the floor Your panties, however, were less fortunate. The sound of the fabric ripping was loud enough to surprise you but Eddie didn’t let it interfere with his mission and just tossed the ruined article of clothing to the side (they were ruined before he tore them, anyways, your arousal made sure of that). His fingers started exploring your center, his middle and ring digits sliding effortlessly through your soaked folds.

“Knew I’d find you nice and wet. All this just from me sucking on your nipple, babydoll? Somthin’ you wanna tell me?”

Eddie didn’t give you the chance to answer, pressing the two fingers into you just as you’d opened your mouth to respond. Instead, all you could do was gasp around a moan when he curled them, the pads of his fingertips pressing against that spot inside you that only he knew how to work. Not even your own fingers could bring you that kind of practiced pleasure.

“You’re so good, sweetheart. Always my good girl. So good to me and such a good mommy to Penny.” He mouthed at the spot behind your ear that sent sharp tingles up your spine, but you pushed through, focusing on your task at hand and yanking on the hem of his shirt. You needed him naked.

He got the message, withdrawing his fingers from the desperate clutch of your aching cunt to yank his shirt over his head. In his wake, your pussy clenched around nothing, already missing the feeling of his calloused fingers massaging your walls.

He didn’t leave your pussy lonely for long though. Once the two of you were both naked, his fingers dipped back into you, eager to stretch you out for his cock. You ground your hips against his hand, head pressing back into the mattress when his thumb rubbed into your clit.

Eddie smirked, watching you arch your back as his thumb circled over your sensitive nub, fingers prodding and searching out that spongy spot inside of you. You let out another airy moan once he found it, this time focusing on that mushy patch inside you as he massaged his rough fingertips into it ruthlessly, pinning your hips down to keep them from moving too much.

“You hear that?” He questions.

Fuck yeah, you could. Your cunt was sucking his fingers in with a sloppy squelch, your arousal smeared all over the insides of your thighs and trailing down the back of Eddie’s hand as it dripped onto the bed sheets. He cursed, staring down at the mess between your thighs, mesmerized by how greedy your pussy was being; so eager to take, take, take.

“Fuck, you’re making such a beautiful mess, honey. All for me, yeah?”

He increased his pace, fingers fucking into you with reckless abandon.

“Yes, Eddie!” You babbled, chest heaving from the pleasure of it all. You could feel your climax approaching, the telltale sensation pulling low in your belly. “All for you! Only you!”

He hummed, the vibrations rumbling against your skin as he licked a long, hot stripe up your exposed neck. You came right then, clenching hard around his fingers as you nearly choked on a moan, your hands gripping the sheets beside your head with trembling fingers as you fumbled to remain attached to reality.

Eddie worked you through it, fingers unforgiving as they stroked that spot inside of you. You whimpered, hips trying to move away, the sensations reaching the point of overwhelming but Eddie wasn’t having that.

“Nuh-uh, I’m not done with you yet, babydoll.”

He pulled his fingers from your sensitive cunt, sucking them into his mouth and savoring the dulled tang of your juices with a moan as he licked them clean, brown eyes fluttering shut as he did so. You’d just cum within an inch of your life, but the sight of him had a rush of slick slipping past your folds, drenching your cunt more than it already was.

When his eyes opened again, they were dark and yet aglow with a predatory gleam. He grabbed the back of your leg and pushed it over his shoulder, leaning over you so that it almost pressed into yours. You tried to readjust yourself to accommodate the stretch of it, but that was forgotten when you felt the mushroom head of his cock rubbing at your folds. You were barely able to let out a small gasp when he notched the head at your entrance before he was pressing inside you, all the way down to the hilt. Your mouth fell open as you abandoned your hold on the sheets in favor of digging your nails into his sides, the stretch burned in the best of ways. Your cunt already felt sore, labia stretching around him and he was only getting started.

Despite how often you’d had sex and the fact that you’d literally had his baby, taking Eddie’s cock always proved to be somewhat of a challenge, one that you never failed.

Eddie hissed, both at the sensation of your nails scraping his skin and at the tight, vise-like squeeze of your cunt around his cock as he sank into you. You were always so fucking tight. Under normal circumstances, he liked to make sure you came at least twice before he gave you his cock, but Penny always chose to wake up exactly when she shouldn’t and Eddie needed to cum inside you before that inevitably happened.

He gave you a couple of shallow ruts, pressing your other leg out along the mattress to further open you up; it worked, his cock easily able to glide in and out of your silky heat. It was dramatic, you were being dramatic, but you thought you might die from how good it felt to have Eddie crack your molten center open over him.

“There we go, ‘atta girl,” he panted, leaning down to press his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

He was ruthless with his rhythm, hips thrusting into yours so hard it sent your body up the sheets. The headboard banged against the wall and Eddie cast it a quick glance, lips twitching in amusement as he took notice of the marks there from your previous unions.

“You want it hard, doll?”

You nodded, teeth digging into your lower lip to keep from screaming with how deep he was buried. He always liked to be buried balls deep and that meant it was nearly impossible for you to hold off on cumming.

His heavy sack smacked against your ass with each of his thrusts, the sounds resonating within the room were absolutely wicked, wet and music to your own ears.

“Eddie! Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” You tried to warn, face ruddy and chest heaving as he pounded into you.

“Then do it. Cum for me. Cum on my cock, fucking getting me soaked—c’mon, let me feel it,” he demanded, leaving no room for arguments as his fingers danced down your body to work your clit again.

Your thighs quivered as you came, body tensing before you went lax, doing exactly what he demanded of you. Eddie growled when your pussy convulsed and spilled around him, making it that much easier for him to fuck into you.

“Holy shit,” He hissed, sweat beading along his forehead, making the hairs of his fringe stick messily to his forehead. You stared up at him in adoration as you came down from subspace, admiring the way his mouth was agape so he could pant out harsh breaths, the way his skin glowed under the layer of sweat resting over it, and how tightly his eyes were screwed shut from the pleasure you were providing him.

You could feel the tackiness of your combined fluids, his thighs sticking to yours as he pounded into your core. You knew this was going to end in a good, hot mess and you wanted it sooner rather than later.

“C’mon, baby,” you encouraged, shaky hands reaching up to card through his messy curls, massaging his sweaty scalp and he whimpered when you clenched around him again, eager to bring him to his end. “Cum inside me.”

He slammed a fist down near the side of your head as he came with a sputtered moan of your name, flooding your insides and painting your walls with spurt after spurt of his seed before collapsing over you, spent and satiated.

After catching a few puffs of lost breath, you pressed kisses into the damp skin of his forehead, holding his sweaty body to yours as his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, trailing his own kisses along the area.

“Goddamn, were you trying to kill me?” He lifted himself off of you, rolling onto his side before tugging you to his chest, your slack body giving way easily.

“You started it!” You curled into him without a second thought, trying to ignore how gross your lower halves were.

“Yeah, well, you helped finish it.” He pressed his lips to the top of your head before he threw an arm over his eyes. “Holy hell, I’m gonna need some recovery time.”

Right on cue, Penny’s cooing could be heard through the baby monitor you kept on the nightstand near the bed. While she didn’t sound upset, you both hated to just leave her to keep herself company.

Eddie stared at it in disbelief, “How does she know?”

You laughed as you pulled away from him and threw on one of his shirts before standing to dig around in one of the dresser drawers for a fresh pair of panties you’d no doubt have to change again later after a much needed shower.

“It’s her sixth sense,” you teased as you slipped your legs into your underwear, sliding them up over your messy core. “She knows when you're being lazy.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, tonguing his canine as he fought to not smile when you slipped out of the room to retrieve his daughter from solitary confinement. It didn’t work.

He stretched as he stood up, more than happy to peruse the room butt naked in search of his boxers. He settled on a pair of sweats when it became clear he had no idea where he’d thrown his pants and underwear in the heat of things and joined you in the living room, beaming when he caught sight of you holding Penny to your right breast on the couch.

You looked much happier, hand stroking over her curly little head as she nursed. Penny’s tiny fingers curled into loose fists as she slumped into your embrace, humming sounds of satisfaction against your skin.

“Did it work?” He asked as he plopped down next to you, encouraging you to lean into his side which you happily complied with.

“Pretty sure.” It was obvious it had, you could feel the difference. Your nipple was definitely sore and you were positive you’d have to ice it or something later, but Penny was content, suckling a lot easier than she had been before because she was actually able to get more than just a couple of drops at a time.

She reached a small arm up towards you as she stared up at you and Eddie, and you slipped your finger into her hold, heart squeezing when her small fingers curled around it, her lips smiling around your nipple at the contact. You felt silly about your earlier dramatics, it was clear she loved you and you loved her. You were born to be her mom, and absolutely ecstatic about it. You had this. You knew what you were doing. And in the moments where you thought you didn’t, you had Eddie to help and reassure you.

You two were gonna be great parents, you were sure of it.

Eddie kissed the side of your head as you relaxed into him, resting his chin on your shoulder to stare down at his baby girl. Only, she loved to stare right back at Eddie, so much so that she abandoned your boob to crane her head further in his direction. She must have been going ham because you were still leaking when her mouth left your nipple, milk spraying along the side of her face.

Penny didn’t even bat an eye, choosing to continue staring at her dad as you both laughed and you hurried to cover your breast to stop the spillage.

Eddie reached down to caress the side of her face, wiping the liquid away. “Okay, you’re done here. After all I did to get her going again, you’re just gonna waste it? Done.”

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f1nalboys · 8 months

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Simple Pleasures - Chapter Nine

>:) this was a lot of fun to write!!!! it took a Long time so my bad but :p enjoyyy this part 2!

WORD COUNT: 3814

WARNINGS: smut, cheating, unprotected sex, oral (amab and afab receiving,) virgin!randy, accidental (and then not-so-accidental) face fucking, multiple orgasms, cumshot, drama :p, proofread but a long time ago so who knows <3, sorry about formatting issues i’m posting on my phone D: will fix it later

“Lock the door.” You say quietly, grinning as Randy’s eyes widen and he jumps up, rushing to the door and fumbling with the lock. There’s the distinct click of the lock turning and he’s turning back towards you. You can tell he’s nervous already, his cheeks a bright pink as he sits back down beside you.

“So…” he starts, cutting himself with an awkward laugh. “Uhh… what should I do?” Your head tilts to the side, motioning for him to sit down on the bed again and he does so, folding his hands in his lap. “Right. Okay, so now… we…?”

You laugh. “C’mon, Ray, it’s not like you’ve never hooked up with someone before, right?” He nods and laughs, looking around the room. Your laughter dies down, eyebrows stitching together as it clicks in your head. His awkwardness, his anxiety, the fact that in your entire friendship you had never seen him with another girl. “Are… are you a virgin?”

“What? No! Of course not! Why would you even ask that?” He says nervously, meeting your eyes and instantly sighing, his shoulders sagging. “Don’t laugh,” he finally says after a brief pause, closing his eyes as he waits for it to come. When it doesn’t, he opens his eyes and looks at you through the corner of his eye. “I thought you’d laugh.”

Something about Randy has always interested you. Honestly, before you and Billy had begun to date, when he was still in the process of wooing you, it was Randy you had a crush on. He was sweet and funny, down to earth, and not to mention cute. He was the awkward, nerdy, boy next door; the complete opposite of Billy. But then Randy had never made a move, never once showed an interest in you past friendship, and Billy was there, actively trying to be with you. So, you tucked that small sliver of a crush away and there it sat, festering.

“Why would I laugh?”

“Because I’m a loser?”

“You’re not a loser,” you say with a shake of your head, chewing at your bottom lip. You couldn’t blame anything past the kiss on the beer you had drank hours ago. This was all you. “What if I said I thought it was sexy?” Your voice is quiet and he laughs, shaking his head. “I’m serious. Look at me.” He does so and you can see his face falter. Reaching out, you place your hand on the side of his neck, leaning in until your lips were hovering just in front of his. “You want me to take your virginity, Randy?”

His eyes flutter shut and he breathes out, his pulse picking up under your fingertips. “Really?” He questions, his voice barely above a whisper. When you hum in response, his eyes open again. You can feel the heat in his face and you can’t help but smile. You nod. “Fuck. I-I… yes, please?”

His question comes across as a whine, low in his throat, and it’s like a switch is flipped. You lean forwards and kiss him hard, slipping your tongue into his mouth. Your hand slides up the nape of his neck, nails lightly raking along his scalp before you tangle your fingers into his hair. He moans into the kiss as it deepens, getting heated, and the two of you maneuver until you’re on your back, head against the pillows.

“God, you’re a great kisser,” Randy says, breaking away from the kiss with a grin. His pink lips are swollen, his pupils blown with lust. “Like… fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.” He wets his bottom lip, eyes trailing down your body slowly. Neither of you think about Billy. Randy’s hand drags down your neck, down your chest, cupping your tit. He squeezes roughly, experimentally, and you let out a soft sigh at the feeling. “And your tits, I mean… I knew they looked good, but…”

You let Randy babble on, biting at your bottom lip as he grabs ahold of both your tits, squeezing them in his hand. His fingers drop down and tug your shirt up to your neck, goosebumps raising on your skin from the cold air as he palms you over your bra. He grunts, leaning down and tentatively licking a stripe along the curve of your tit. “Shit,” you murmur, looking down at him as he does so, his eyes closed and eyebrows stitched together in focus as he begins to suck and nibble at your flesh. “Randy, c’mon, please?” You whine, wiggling your hips.

“Shh,” he whispers, eyes opening, a shade darker than normal. “I’m enjoying myself, alright?” Despite this he sits up, swallowing heavily. “Can I…?” He sucks in a breath as his hands drag down your side towards your hips, his fingers brushing along your waistband. You nod, sitting up to pull your shirt off and tossing it over his shoulder as he unbuttons them, pulling them down your legs slowly. “Holy shit.”

Randy’s eyes don’t move from your underwear as he tosses your jeans behind him, his hands on your calves. You let him stare in awe for a moment before you wiggle your hips a little, feeling your face heat up from the intensity of his stare. “Randy,” you hum, sitting up onto your elbows. “Stop staring.”

“I can’t.” He says with a small grin, briefly glancing up at you before returning to their original place. His hands push your legs apart a little further and he moans at the sight of the small wet spot on your underwear. “Fuck. I mean, I didn’t think you’d look this good.” His face flushes. “I mean, I knew you would look good, obviously, I’m not saying I thought you would look bad with your clothes off! I thought about it a lot, but not in a creepy way? I just knew you’d look beautiful but this is blowing my fucking mind-”

“Randy?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” He nods, using his fingers to mimic zipping his lips and throwing the key out. You hook your fingers around your underwear as you laugh softly, moving your legs to take them off. Randy watches in awe as you part your legs again and this time he doesn’t admire for long. Instead, he settles onto his stomach, ignoring the ache in his cock as it presses against his jeans, and gives you a shy look just before his tongue dips out. “Fuck!” You moan, laying back down against the pillows at the feeling of his tongue swiping through your folds.

Randy lets out a noise at your taste, leaning in even closer, his tongue flicking up and down your slit. “God, you’re so wet,” he says against you, the vibrations sending a shockwave of pleasure up your spine. Your back arches slightly as he experimentally dips his tongue inside your hole, his nose bumping against your clit. “And you taste fucking amazing.”

“Randy, fuck, j-just like that.” You moan, doing your best to keep your eyes open as you look down at him. His hands squeeze your thighs, grunting against your cunt as he eats you out. His tongue moves sloppily, pausing and moving again at random intervals as he gets used to the movement, but the one thing that doesn’t stop is the pleasure building in your gut. “Fuck, I’m close already,” you say and Randy’s eyes pop open, narrowing slightly.

“Yeah?” He asks, moving his head side to side, tongue lolled out of his mouth like a dog. “Please cum, baby, fuck, I need to feel it. Cum on my tongue, please, Y/N?” His movements speed up ever so slightly and the look of pure fucking need you can see in his eyes sends you over the edge.

Crying out his name, your hand slides through his hair and grips it, keeping him pressed close against your cunt as you grind your hips against his face. He moans against you, letting you use his face until you collapse back against the bed with a sigh. When he pulls away, he seems more dazed than you, your wetness coating the tip of his nose and the lower half of his face. He smiles at you with a hazy look that clouds his blue eyes. “That was good,” you say with a grin and his smile widens ever so slightly. “Now get your pants off and fuck me, alright?”

“Okay,” he says, sitting up and fumbling with his jeans. The bulge in his pants is evident and his cheeks are a shade of dark pink as he pulls them, and his boxers, down to his knees, shuffling awkwardly to do so. You let out a hum and he pauses, glancing up at you. “What? Is it… okay?” Randy asks awkwardly, glancing down at his dick. He thought he was average size, nothing to go crazy over, but he figured when the time came, like right now, it would get the job done.

Your eyes are wide as you stare at it, wetting your bottom lip at the sight of the bead of precum at his swollen tip. “Y-yeah, it’s more than okay. You’re big, Randy,” you hum, eyes flicking up to meet his own. His cheeks darken again and you watch his adams apple dip as he swallows. “Can I suck it? Just a little, yeah? Before you put it in?”

“Y-yeah, if you want,” he says, stumbling over his words as you move around, your hand wrapping gently around his shaft. “Fuck me,” he whispers, head tilted down to watch you. You stroke him twice, feeling his cock throb in your hand, before you lean forwards, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you lick a long stripe up the base of his cock before you let it rest against the middle of your face, an easy grin on your lips

Randy grunts at the sight, hissing as your tongue peeks out, lightly flicking along the bottom of his shaft. “See? Told you you were big,” You grin. He bites at his bottom lip as you lick alongside the vein on the underside of his cock, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock and smearing the precum over your lips. “You taste good too,” you tease, eyes flashing with mischief before you take him into your mouth. Randy’s head is thrown back, his hips jutting forward harshly.

His cock, which had been resting comfortably halfway inside your warm mouth, heavy on your tongue, is forced into the back of your throat. You gag just as you feel the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. “Fuck!” Randy moans before his head clears a little and he pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his shaft, and he begins to stammer out apologies. “Holy shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to do that, your mouth just felt so fucking good, it just happened, I swear! Are you okay?”

“Randy, Randy, relax,” you say with a laugh and a shake of your head. “I’m alright, I promise. You’re sweet, you know that?” Your voice is soft, your hand wrapping around his cock again. “Asking if I’m alright after I gag on your cock… most guys don’t care about that sorta thing. They care about how good it feels. How tight my throat gets around their cock. How they could just cum from my tongue.”

He swallows heavily, tips of his ears bright pink. “I-It did feel good,” he clarifies, a playful smile on his lips. “Really good, like, best thing I’ve ever felt kinda good. But, you know… I don’t want to hurt you.” He notices something flash across your face, a look of acknowledgement, but then it’s gone with a twist of your hand. “A-And I’ll definitely cum if you get your mouth on me again.”

“Maybe I want you to.” Is all you say before you’re taking him back into your mouth, your hands on the back of his thighs as you urge him to go even further. He holds back for just a moment, a twitch of restraint on his lips, but then you’re gagging around him and not moving off, and then you’re moaning around him and that restraint cracks.

Randy plunges his cock down your throat only to snap them back. His pace is brutal and sloppy and you only gag three times before he’s settling at the back of your throat and cumming. “Fuuuuuck,” he groans, eyelids half closed with pleasure as he forces himself to watch you swallow around him. You slide off his cock with ease, sticking your tongue out and cleaning up the small amount of cum that you had missed. “Y-you really liked that?” His voice is quiet, his breath ragged.

You nod, licking your lips. “I loved it. Your cum tastes so good, Randy, you know that?” He shakes his head and you grin, sitting up and kissing him. He kisses back. For a brief moment you let yourself think of Billy, how he never let you kiss him after a blowjob, how he barely ever went down on you, how he treated it more like a chore. You think about his rough touch and degrading words, his sheer lack of interest in your own pleasure.

Randy was the opposite. He worried about hurting you but indulged in your rougher side when given permission, touched you softly like you might break, looked at you like he actually gave a fuck. You pull back from the kiss and look into Randy’s eyes, see his waiting and eager face, and all thoughts of Billy are gone. He watches you as you fixate yourself, leaning back against the pillows, legs spreading once more.

“Shit, baby,” he says quietly and you’re not sure why the pet name coming from him has you squirming, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. He grins, deciding not to tease you. “You’re even wetter than before.” Randy says simply, gulping as he grabs ahold of his softening cock and swipes it through your folds. You and he hiss in unison at the feeling, you from excitement and him from overstimulation. “Fuck. O-Okay, I’m… I’m gonna push in, okay? Just tell me if you need me to stop, promise?”

You nod but he doesn’t move, cocking his eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes. “Really? You need me to say it?” He nods. “Fine. I promise I’ll tell you if you need to stop. But I don’t think that’ll happen.”

“I hope not,” he mutters, swallowing as he eases the head of his cock inside you. Your eyes squeeze close at the stretch, a low hiss spilling from your lips. Randy whines as he pushes in another inch, feeling your walls clench around him pathetically. “Fuck, you’re tight. It’s so fucking good,” he moans, pushing in yet another inch. “Like, really fucking tight, Y/N. You sure Billy is fucking you right?”

The offhand comment has you gasping slightly, clenching around him tighter. His hips snap forwards, plunging the last few inches of his cock inside you until his pelvis is pressed flush against yours. “Fuck! Oh fuck, Randy!” You moan, your voice an octave higher. You lift your legs slightly as Randy begins to pull out, ever so slowly, whining.” F-faster, please? Harder! I need it!”

Randy listens instantly, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he sets his pace. His movements are inexperienced, a far cry from how Billy would strategically thrust inside you, but he was loud, moaning and grunting with each pump of his hips as if it were the only thing that he could think about. It was better than anything you had ever felt.

“You n-need it?” He asks as he grunts, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave a bruise. “You need my dick in you, right? Not Billy’s?” You whine but that is response enough for Randy. He grins, a sinister smile you’d never expect from him, and one hand begins to rub against your clit in a sloppy attempt at keeping pace with his thrusts. “I felt you get tighter, Y/N. It’s true isn’t it? Billy isn’t fucking you right, not like how you need. Not like how your pussy needs it.” He groans, panting in tune with you as the pleasure builds in your gut. “Fuck me, I felt that. Your pussy is begging me to keep going.”

You nod your head quickly, eyes popping open to stare up at him as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. “I-I need it, Randy,” you say quickly, beginning to babble, stumbling over your words as you cut yourself off with loud cries and moans. You can feel your thighs begin to shake. “Holy shit, I need to cum, please let me cum, okay? Please don’t stop, I fucking need it, I need you.” You bite down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood as his face twists into pleasure. You want to tell him that Billy never fucked you like this, that Randy was blowing your fucking mind, that he owned your pleasure.

“Cum for me, please? Please, baby, I know you feel good, okay, now just prove it to me. Prove that my cocks the best thing you’ve ever had, okay? Fuck, I’m gonna cum too. You’re so beautiful, holy shit.” He says, forehead pressing against yours. Your legs wrap around his waist loosely, his cock rutting against the spot inside you that had you seeing stars, and you cum just before Randy does.

He pumps inside you a few times, shuddering as he feels how tight you feel, before he pulls out, wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking it quickly, roughly. He cums with a loud groan, eyes squeezing shut as he tilts his head back, his cum covering your pussy. You watch through heavy lids as you catch your breath, humming at the feeling. His fist finally slows, twisting at his tip to make sure he gets out every drop, before he takes a moment to admire his work.

You take a moment to admire him.

His eyes flick up towards your face and his gaze softens, his eyebrows relaxing as he smiles. “You alright?” Randy asks, leaning over you and planting a soft kiss against your lips. You hum, exhausted. “That good, huh?” He teases, laughing when you swat at his chest. He moves, standing up to pull his pants and underwear back up before he grabs your discarded clothing and brings it over to you. “Here you go. Oh, wait,” he looks around the room, grabbing a small piece of cloth and gently cleaning you up. You can’t help but smile slightly at the sight of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he makes sure he wipes away it all. “Better.”

“Thanks, Randy.” You say, sitting up and taking your clothes from him as he discards the cloth. You stand, shimmying your clothes back on, and just as he walks back over and wraps his arm around your waist, the realization of what you had done settles into your stomach. “Fuck.” You say, resting your head against his shoulder. He doesn’t need a verbal confirmation to know what you were saying, but he holds you tighter, afraid to let the moment end. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“But we did,” he whispers, running his hand up and down your back. His touch was soothing but you knew it shouldn’t be. “And it was good, right? I-I mean I liked it. And I felt you, Y/N, I know you liked it too. Didn’t you?”

“I did, but-”

“No buts. Can’t we just… keep it between us?” He pulls back from the embrace, eyebrows stitched together. “You weren’t going to tell Billy about the kiss already, right? Why not just add this onto the list?”

You shake your head. “This is so much worse than you kissing me, Ray. We fucked… I can’t hide this from him.”

“You can! It’s honestly really easy to not tell people stuff.” He says, a weak attempt at lightening the mood, but his usual humor falters when you try to get out of his arms. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry, it’s not funny, I know.” He sighs, resting his forehead against yours once more, his eyes closing. “Just… all it’s gonna do is hurt him, right? If you tell him?” You nod. “Then don’t tell him. We won’t talk about this again, I’ll never bring it up or anything, I swear. We’ll chalk it up to a drunken mistake, okay?”

He waits with bated breath for your answer. It seems like hours pass before you nod. “Okay,” you say softly, forcing a small smile as you step away from him, his arms falling to his side. “We won’t talk about it. And it won’t happen again.” He nods, not trusting his own voice. This isn’t how he imagined his first time with you would go. Randy thought that he would tell you about his crush on you after you and Billy broke up and you’d fall into his arms with a smile, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you grew old together.

You glance into the mirror of the dresser that was in the room and fix your clothing and hair, trying to look presentable. Deciding that it was good enough, you flash Randy a weak smile before heading to the door. Your hand wraps around the handle when he calls your name. You turn and he gives you an awkward smile. “I know we said this wouldn’t happen again… but if you change your mind, I’m down. I really like you, Y/N. Not just for sex stuff… for all of it.”

“Thank you, Randy.” You say, your smile twitching into something a little more genuine as you open the door. “But it can’t happen again. I’ll see you around.” He watches you leave, shoulders slumping as the door shuts behind you.

You called him a week later.

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The sun shines in through the window, waking you up gently. You’re under the covers, his arms wrapped around you tight, and all you can do is snuggle in closer. His head was in the crook of your neck and he was so damn warm. You want to stay here with him forever, and you know you can. He knows that too.

Your phone rings from the nightstand and you groan, blindly reaching over to grab it as he stirs in his sleep. You smile, answering the phone as his grip tightens around your waist. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” The voice on the other end causes you to stiffen, the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. “It’s Billy. I… I really need to see you.”

#f1nalboys masterlist #f1nalboys writing #f1nalboys works #scream #scream 1996 #randy meeks #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks x y/n #scream 1997 #scream 2 #simple pleasures masterlist

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drawthething · 10 months

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002 - Jimmy Jr??

Babs ♥️ Thank youuuuu

How I feel about this character

I hate him 😤 annoying ginger rascal. Physically incapable of shutting up about him too which is bad, right?

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Tina, Zeke (currently kinda normal about them but wait until I reread the FICS)

My non-romantic OTP for this character

ZEKEEEEEE 😭 They say your life ain't nothing if you can't find that person you know you share your dumb idiotic braincells with so you two can do dumb idiotic things together foreverrr

My unpopular opinion about this character

At this point I can't be sure if it's unpopular in the fandom but it's a thin line between "he would NOT be so terrible" and "he would NOT be that good at communication". Like he's dumb, sweet, awkward, angsty and bad at feelings you can't turn him into either "too jerky" or "too wholesome" that's not Jimmy Jr enough 😭

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

I! Need! BIG BROTHER JIMMY JR! And his dancing is wayyyy less ridiculous and weird now (does he even dance that much now?) I do NOT approve 😤

my OTP

Someone get me pills to shut down Tinimmy Brainrot Department they can't keep rotating in my head forever I have a life-

my cross over ship

Hmm, none :P Probably would leave this unanswered for all the asks since this isn't really my thing~

a headcanon fact

I've always felt like Jimmy Jr's always so touchy/defensive (and dramatic ✨) when it comes to anyone slightly discouraging his dancing and I think it's because he craves supportiveness (because of his dad) He's a little between "I don't care what others think I'll do what I do my dancing is GLORIOUS" and "I genuinely want people to like and support what I do"

Oh and call any 80s dance movie trashy in front of him and you'll be prepared for a very offended opinionated boy

#*does his dramatic pissed off dance twist*#thank you so much #bobs burgers #bob's burgers #jimmy pesto jr #ask game

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natalie-andrewson · 2 years

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Babs Tarr collab print is up in my shop now!! I also have a few left at C2E2 if you’d like to snag one in person! 🌻🐞🐛🦋🐝🌼 Link in bio if you’d like this sweet fairy-nymph and woodland creature collab ^_^ https://www.instagram.com/p/Cg7KShsOywQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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docheros · 2 years

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— Hello, Chase.

WHOO first canon lore ego fanfic B)

i saw @pxppet posts and i know those were antiaverage but also it got me thinking. something something "the community created Anti" something something "the community infantilizes Chase and Jameson (and Robbie)", though in this fic, it mixed with me trying to explore Chase's fear :P

tagging @uhhbeans @the-pastel-kitsune @glass-trash-bab @intothebutterflyburrow @inky-scientist :]

Reblogs are appreciated!!

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he couldn't look away. no, he couldn't move at all.

there He was: the man from his hallucinations, standing right before him; smiling at him with too many teeth, staring at him with no eyes.

and,

wearing his face.

— Hello, chase.

chase swallowed hard when He talked.

he knew that type of voice: sweet, careful, yet powerful; like talking to a scared kid.

he talked like that with his own very son.

was that a trick of his mind? was...

was that how his own kid saw him??

he scowled.

— No, No chase, Don't Cry — the man came closer, taking his head into His chest — Everything Is Ok Now, I Promise you.

he shouldn't worry. whatever that thing was, it wasn't going to kill him.

but chase felt powerless.

there he was, a grown ass man, being treated like a baby by something not from this world. maybe not even this universe.

what a shame. it felt like he had lost control of his life.

but...

had

ever

had

...

he let the tears scroll through his cheeks.

#i'm writing!!#chase #anti #chase brody #antisepticeye #jacksepticeye #i.r.i.s #iris project #jse egos #iris

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poppypatchwork · 6 months

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New AgeRe Wacky headcanons because æœ

. Huge range! Like bab-12...

+ sometimes a flip but only really for... well, Really

. Fully verbal when in older-range, semi-verbal when in babbu-range

. Regresses mainly to wind down. Also to sorta relive youth but as a babey boye, being transmasc

+ sometimes will regress post-meltdown if he for some reason has one (yeah this is self projection, what of it???)

+ some of his old baby clothes now belong to Really

. Absolutely terrified of the thought of his fangirls finding out

. Hoards panda stuffies (his prized possession being a big stuffed panda given to him by W.B. and Ted when he got top surgery done) and other cute panda items!!! He even has a panda onesie

. Very much like a big bro to Really when they're both tiney. He's extra careful with them since Really physically regresses while he can't. They absolutely adore playing with each other.

. When in his older-smol range, he mainly wears loose-fitting sweaters with pajama pants. When in babbu-range, he likes cute babyish shirts and overalls. Also has cute footie jammies for bedtime and aforementioned panda onesie. Also his scarf is a must in most cases - he will be agitated if he doesn't have it's sometimes! It's like a security blankie for him and he likes the sensation of it on his neck. (he'll steal W.B.'s boa to cuddle it if he gets extra desperate :p)

. Very obviously taken care of by his other adult bandmates. Sometimes also Judy or Johnny D or even Annie (listen she's like the ultimate caregiver) .... oh and his lil pandas also try their best despite being the size of teddy bears

+ Prince M and W.B. have a tendency to overdo with the caregiving even when not at the younger end of the spectrum XD

. Very stimmy! He's also very orally stimmy especially when regressed! If older-range, stim toys should be easily accessible. If babbu-range, he should be given teething toys or a pacifier.... If he doesn't have anything else to num on, he will not hesitate to chew on his scarf!

. Do not wake up him during nap time - you will not survive.

. Also do not try to take a plushie from him - you won't survive that either.

. This applies to him when not regressed, but he has a massive sweet tooth. Keep cookie jars at an unreasonable height.

. Much like with they do with Really, Prince M and W.B. like to sing him to sleep, while Ted likes to read to him c:

#fandom agere #not tagging the specific fandom because I am the only regressor in it

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spooky-ghosts · 2 years

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30 with Stephen holder por favor? 💕 Babs

fstephen's overworked and exhausted, you try to help him relax.

word count: 632

warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), cockwarming.

a/n: thank you once again for this prompt. it didn't go as planned, but sleepy holder took over my brain. this man always looks so exhausted. he needs a nap.

stephen holder x female reader

“Imma be honest, mama, this is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” Stephen admits. His fingers curl into the sheets underneath him, the muscles in his arms straining as he tries his best to do as he’s told. Even his feet slide against the cotton as he shifts on the bed, lust blown hazel eyes staring up at you.

Your lips curl into a devilish smile, one that further fans the desire within him. “I know you can do it, baby, just relax.”

He huffs, biting down hard on his lips to ground himself, drawing him back to reality. “You think I can relax when I’m balls deep in your pussy?” His hips lift off the bed to drive deeper into you pulling a moan from the both of you.

“Holder,” you hiss in warning and he falls back onto the mattress with a groan.

One hand lifts off the sheets and reaches for you, but it’s quickly smacked away. He pouts, jutting his bottom lip out dramatically. “Wanna touch you. Please?”

This is supposed to be about him, to get him to relax after a stressful day at work. He came home tired and grumpy, a new common occurrence in this most recent case of his. You fed him, bathed him, now you’re riding him, doing all the work so he could lay back and just feel. But Stephen Holder can never sit back and enjoy, he always has to be an active participant. Normally, you wouldn’t mind, but the man can barely hold up his arms; he's so exhausted. Hell, you wouldn’t have even offered sex if he didn’t try to hump your leg in the shower.

He tries one more time to reach up for your breasts, wanting to squeeze one in his large palms, but you once again swat him away. “Stop doing that. You’re supposed to be laying back and enjoying this.”

“I am,” he replies earnestly. “Want you to feel good, too.”

There’s a tug at your heartstrings at his words and the adoring expression on his face when he looks up at you. “I’m feeling very good,” you assure him, “so just let me do all the work and I’ll make sure we’re feeling great by the end of it.”

He sighs, wetting his lips as he watches you - feels you - slide up and down his length. Your body rolls hypnotically and he’s absolutely mesmerized. One their own, his hands drift up once again from the bed and move along your thigh, squeezing hard into the muscle. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

You’ll give him this, the light massage of your leg muscles as you ride both of you to completion. “That’s my line,” you breathlessly tease, returning a squeeze of your own around his cock inside of you. It earns you a hiss and a harsh thrust of his hips. “You can’t help it, can’t you?”

“Nah, not really,” he admits with an airy laugh. “Your pussy gets me feelin’ some kinda way, y’know?”

You lean down to cage his head between your arms, your nose bumping with his as you share a few sweet, quick kisses. “Yeah, I know. Your dick does the same for me.”

“‘Sa nice dick,” he agrees and lifts his hips up off the bed once again, pushing further into you at this new angle.

Your smile is mirrored with his own. “You’re such a dork,” you tease, your fingers pushing through his hair.

Stephen hums, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch. “Maybe, but I’m your dork,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around the small of your back. “Can we just… stay like this for a lil’ bit?”

You nod, kissing along his jaw before resting your head on his shoulder. “Whatever you want, baby.”

#stephen holder x reader #stephen holder x female reader #stephen holder #stephen holder fic #stephen holder fanfic #stephen holder fanfiction #my words

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saltymongoose · 2 years

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yo what if the madcom boys instead of getting jealous of player character they p much idolize it. like yo! our god made this thing! bonus if every time reader calls pc baby the boys follow suit

Reader: Baby boy, baby

Hank: *squishes their cheeks* itty-bitty bab

Oh! This is an interesting idea. I'd imagine that this starts once the boys make little inquiries about the arena character's connection with you, which they answer honestly (huge mistake). Giving responses like "Oh yeah, the choice to just punch things was actually their idea" and "They even choose the clothes I wear too. I mean, they have really good fashion taste, so I can't complain, y'know?"

This causes them to realize the true extent of your influence over your character, and how they're basically an instrument of your design. This irreversibly changes the dynamic of their friendship with your character, going from thinking of them as a close friend if not a (unofficial) member of their team to more of an idol. They were the model grunt insofar as they were concerned, and they'll see the constant compliments and awe they shower your character with as more proof of their love for you as well.

This makes your character really uncomfortable, because they just want to be seen as a normal person (and left to their own devices with you for a bit, but of course that's apparently too much to ask). When their superiors are constantly fawning over them and praising everything they do, no matter how small or insignificant, it can get very tiring. Especially when they baby them.

Now, your character actually likes being fawned over if it's from you. They see you as their guardian, and it's immensely fulfilling to have someone care about them so genuinely without any ulterior motive. But going from you with your sweet comments ("You're doing so well! I'm proud of them, chat" and "My sweet lil' baby man, I love them so much, look at them!" to name a few) to their friends giving them more affection and echoing your words is just unsettling. They never thought Hank of all people would be holding (squishing) their face in his palms and mumbling stuff about how "baby" they are while the others nod in agreement (also openly pondering their apparent "baby-ness" as well). God help them if they start trying to shield them in combat because of this (you obviously wouldn't want to see your child get injured, right?).

They wouldn't even be so pissed off if it weren't for the fact that they are literally older than all of them!! Your character is a G01; it's why they were scouted for this job in the first place. Sure, they were never treated as being old, but being an equal was just fine. Now it's just insulting. You get a pass because you're pretty much their parent anyway, but why must they insist on acting like this??

#tw: yandere #the boys: omg small bb so precious #your character who's at least half a decade older than them: 🙄#hello again sorry for being dead yesterday #my classes killed me so i went to sleep instead of tumblr haha 😅#ask #itsflowers #self aware m:pn au

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arduadastra · 3 years

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Just a thot but reader being really upset and javi helping her the only way he knows how ;)

Rough Angsty crying sex is hot ngl🥵

Hot DAMN anon you sure know how to get a gal going. I’m going with overly emotional crying with this one rather than actual sadness because I don’t think it’s humanly possible to be upset while you’re getting annihilated by Javier Pena.

Warnings: Narcos spoilers (I actually haven't seen the season this happens so who knows how accurate it is...), slight choking, unprotected p in v and swearing.

**NSFW - 18+** F!Reader

You don’t often cry. Working for the Columbian Embassy meant you had to be made of some tough shit but when you do? You sob. It’s like you can’t control it once the dam breaks and your entire body reacts in turn.

Javi doesn’t deal especially well with big displays of emotion, he especially hates to see you sad and even more so when it’s his fault.

The argument was big and you had slammed the apartment door on his face when he tried to get back in. He could hear you throwing things behind the door as he called out to you but soon all he could hear were muffled whimpers and gasping breaths.

He pressed his forehead to the door and sighed, “Hermosa? Please let me in, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner I just...I didn’t know what to do.”

Suddenly the door swings open and Javi stumbles forward into you, his eyes meet your tearful ones and he groans, “Baby I-”

“You didn’t know what to do?! You’re getting deported Javi. I might never fucking see you again and you tell me now?!” You laugh humorlessly and walk back inside, Javi notes you leave the door open so he steps inside and shuts it behind him.

You have your back to him and he sees your shoulders shaking as your hand comes up to cover your mouth. He approaches you slowly and runs his palms down your arms to turn you into his chest.

You don’t hesitate to grip his shirt tightly in your fists as sobs wrack your body. You can’t even breathe as you hiccup into his chest and you feel his hands awkwardly rest on your lower back and nape.

“Javi I can’t lose you, I can’t- I don’t want to. Don’t make me live without you please...talk to someone...I’ll file against it...fu-ck I need-”

Javi grips your face tightly between his huge palms and meets your eyes, “Mirame. You’re not losing me, I’m right here.” He sees the helplessness in your eyes and he can’t stand it so he crushes his lips with your trembling ones.

Javi was never one to talk about feelings but he damn well knew how to show them to you instead.

He pushes you back towards the bedroom, large hands roaming over your hips and ass as he finds the bed. His lips move to your neck as you mewl into the air, his scent of smoke and cologne is intoxicating as he ravishes you.

You fall onto the mattress and Javi climbs over you, a powerful force that never fails to take your breath away. His lips find your pulse, thrumming against your neck and you can’t help the shaky exhale that passes past your lips.

“Javi-we aren’t finish-“

“Shhhh…” Javi breathes into your hair, “no talking now…”

You close your eyes as you feel his mouth getting lower and lower, pulling your shirt up over your ribcage to kiss the sensitive skin there.

You gasp when you feel his moustache on your thighs, as he pulls your underwear aside to taste you.

“God, Javi. Mas, baby, mas”

You feel him smile as the slip of Spanish. “That’s it, focus on me. Focus on how good it feels.”

His tongue drags sinfully slow up your slit and you feel more tears gather in your eyes as he comes back up to suck on your clit. His tongue rubs in slow circles as you cry out.

He looks up and groans at the sight, rubbing himself into the bed as you writhe above him. He’s still fully clothed but he loves the harsh friction he receives.

He feels your fingers slide into his hair and tug, a wordless plea to continue as he goes back to tasting you. He grabs your thighs and pushes himself deeper, his dick now straining against his already tight jeans.

You feel tears run down your cheeks and you moan, “Javi please, I need to feel you please baby...”

Javi growls and suddenly lurches forward, one hand coming to cradle your jaw in a harsh push of lips and teeth. He bites down hard on your lip and you squeeze your eyes together at the sensation.

He’s gasping when he pulls his jeans off, tugging his boxers down just low enough that his cock springs free and wastes no time with prepping you before he slams into you and growls again.

“Mierda, tan apretada...so fucking tight...shit...” His hand still frames your jaw in a tight grip as he fucks into you, shoving your body up the bed while his other hand grasps at your tits, “Always so desperate, preciosa, perfect”

He’s so deep and pushing into you so harshly, you couldn’t help the onslaught of emotion if you tried. He was here, alive and with you but you knew it wouldn’t last. He would leave and you’d be alone.

Javi has a knee bent and you whine at the new angle, his dick hitting that sweet spot inside you as the hand on your tits move to brush against your clit again and your hands find his shoulder blades.

“Baby, bab-y” you hiccup, “har-harder, don’t let me forget th-this. Please, mak-make me fe-eel it.”

Javi takes the challenge and roughly fingers your clit and moves his hand to your neck, squeezing slightly and feels the moan you let out at the sensation.

The sudden harshness of it all brings that familiar heat from your belly and you feel yourself flood around Javi’s cock as your orgasm surprises you out of nowhere. The pleasure mixed with pain is too much and you sob through it, raking your nails down Javi’s back leaving angry red marks in their wake.

Javi grunts and pushes faster, hips snapping into your wet pussy until he groans long and hard into your neck, still clamping his hand around your throat as he pumps you full.

You feel his eyes on you as you cry, so overwhelmed and breathless as you feel his hand slowly release. The new bought of oxygen fills your lungs as you gasp out more whimpers and sobs.

Javi rolls you both over and cradles you to his chest, still inside you as you cling to him. You feel the rumble of his chest as he speaks and you cry harder thinking just how much you’ll miss this when he’s gone.

“Shhh carino, sssh. I have you. I have you.”

Javi’s heart breaks as you continue to cry. He tugs you tighter to his chest as he feels his own eyes swim with tears. He closes them fast before they have a chance to spill and breathes deep, slowly running his hands through your hair as you fall asleep - exhausted.

As he looks at the early morning sunrise peeking over the houses of Bogata he thinks how he never wants to see another one unless you’re there too.

It scares the shit out of him.

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Want more? Ask Away!

I write Javi, Ezra, Max Phillips, Whiskey, Din Djarin, Oberyn and Frankie Morales

#narcos netflix #narcos #narcos fic #javi x reader #javi x you #javier pena #javier pena fic #javier pena x you #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal fanfic

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tipsydipsydo · 4 years

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: Female

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sexual Language; Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub Dynamics (Switchy Kook and switchy Reader; Kook was dominant at first and slowly turns into subby! Kook 😇💕); Wall Sex; lowkey Strength-Kink; Marking; Petnames; Praising; Begging; Mentions of Pubic Hair; Teasing; soft Edging; unprotected vaginal Sex (please stay safe!); Creampie; Mentions of Face-Sitting; Mentions of Cumplay;

A/N: Like usually, my dear Sibi @borathae was my Muse again after we thirsted about Jungkook's bulky Biceps together and she gave me a lot of Inspo for this here! ♡ (It's also more like another thing to tease the shit out of her and make her feral and angy at me 😂 Sorry not sorry Babe 😇)

Her Statement in one Audio Message:

"Why do you do this always to me? I swear, I'll never gonna tell you any of my fucking kinks again because you just gonna fucking use them against me!"

....yes, I would say that's kinda accurate? I'm sorry not sorry? 🤷🏻‍♀️😁

Synopsis: You don't know why but today was the first Day you realized how buff and bulky Jungkook's Biceps are. And the fact that they look delicious when they're tensed up...

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A guttural, almost animalistic grunt leaves Jungkook's throat as he crashes with his muscular and well defined body once more into yours and pounds you against the hallway wall.

His forearms are hooked under your knees and holding you up against the wall, giving him the best access to bury his thick length with every thrust balls deep into your juices dripping cunt.

Jungkook lowers his view to the spot where you two are connected, a deep feral growl found his way out of his gritted teeths. The cute curls of your pubic hair are drenched in your arousal, in lube and probably in his precum too and glisten seductively in the dummes light of the hallway.

His almost wolfish noises send an electric shock of lust down your spine. You feel it, deep down in your chest, how a loud moan full of pleasure and primal sexual desire builds up and waits for his chance to be freed.

Your own sounds of pure and raw need joins Jungkook's audible expressions and creates a filthy and so intoxicating melody. The exchange of his deep growls and your moans and whimpers makes you even wetter and lets Jungkook's girthy cock twitch noticeably in your pussy.

You purr in delight as your lips came in contact with his soft and sweaty skin and immediatedly starts sucking harshly on his smooth skin.

A trembling and high-pitched whine escapes his so beautiful swollen lips, a noise which stands in complete contrast to that low growl before. Quickly he presses his lips together and hid his flustered face with red flushed cheeks in the crook of your neck.

At the beginning of this naughty intercourse he was surrounded by such a massive Dom Aura. He pounded the shit out of you and showed no mercy, loved the feeling to be fully in charge and used you like he desired. As if you are his little fuckdoll.

...and honestly, you loved it. Even when you're more a Switch with a strong dominant side, you truly loved it to get manhandled by him.

But his Dom starts to crumble, piece for piece he falls slowly apart and reveals his strong submissive Side. Kook's sweet whimper and his adorable Shyness about his cute noise draws the attention of your inner Dom to your sweet and shy Boy.

Your Switches works perfectly with each other. Whenever Kookie turns back into a more submissive behaviour, your own Dom comes out and couldn't wait to claim tje precious Boy as your own again.

The need to mark him, to re-new the fading hickeys and to ruin him all over again is incredibly high. Your mouth leaves a trail of dark marks behind and wanders over to your personal favourite spot, his pulse point.

Jungkook gasps and a strangled, whiny moan comes in pants over his cherry red lips. Greedy desire shoots through his veins and his hips speeds even more up, fucking into you in a rapid pace and are searching for any kind of relief.

You're lost in your own pleasure but you are still able to manage to clench around him just right. It drives him insane and he's not joking at all.

He knows this feeling, it feels like as if it's already too much but still not enough for him to cum. He gets this feeling very often since you two are in a relationship, you're almost always able to make him feel this way.

This feeling is tortourious but also unbelievable amazing and it already made him lowkey addicted to it.

You chuckles at the sight of him in front of you, he's all subby and and needy for you again. Gently you push the few sweat-soaked strands of hair out of his face before you lift his chin up to you to give him a long and passionate kiss. He mewls and his body trembles when he hears your greedy growl as your palm and fingers wraps around his buff and tensed up biceps.

"Hm? What was that? Was your inner Dom not strong enough to keep the façade of being all bossy up? Was your sweet Sub stronger than you want to admit, so you turned in my sweet precious Baby Boy again? Oh Baby, don't be shy~ being a submissive Boy isn't a Bad thing at all! You know how much I love it to have you that way, my sweet Darling~", you coo at him and make him blush even more.

Your teasing words makes him all flustered and shy but whebeveryou call him 'Baby Boy', his cock twitches inside of you and tiny whimper comes through his slightly open lips.

"Bab- Mistress! P-Please... I-I need to c-cum! I can't take it and longer...", pants Jungkook in a whiny and trembling voice, some hiccups follows and it sounds like he's near to tear up. Maybe from your teasing words or the humiliation of his own body to fall so quickly back into his submissive position.

"Oh Baby, don't cry, okay? It's absolutely okay and normal to fall back into the position you're most used to. It's fine, Baby Boy. Cum for your Mistress, stuff your creamy cum deep inside of her pussy and fill her all up to the brim~", you wisper sweetly in his ear. Pulling him with your calves on his lower back even further into your greedy cunt.

"O-Oh my God, y-yes! T-Thank you so much, Mistress, thank you! Will fill you up like the Good Boy I am!", he cry out and promises you over and over again.

It doesn't take long anymore, just a few more thrusts to make Jungkook cum deep into you. Shoots rope after rope of thick creamy white cum into your tight, velvety walls until you feel in a special way pretty full. Yes, your sweet Boy is a very healthy Boy and has huge loads to give and to play around.

"That's it, pretty Boy. Such a good Boy you are for me~", you praise him softly and smiles fondly at him while you play gently with the hair in his nape. Nevertheless, your Darling is a shy bean and doesn't dare to look up at you. Until a certain realisation hits him.

"Miss... You didn't cum. Can you sit on my face so I can make it up to you? Pretty Please? Wanna make you feel good too and wanna taste myself in your pretty pussy...", he begs and looks now into your face with those adorable big doe eyes.

Gosh, why is this Boy just so awfully cute and sweet?! You can barely say no to such loving doe eyes.

"...oh Baby, you're too cute for your own good! Go on then, get yourself what that Golden Boy desires."

#goldenclosetnet #bangtanhq #bts smut #bangtanarmynet #jungkook smut #purplearmynet #sub! bts #bts jungkook wall sex #song inspo: the walls by chase atlantic #bts x reader #sub! jungkook #sub bts x dom reader #jungkook x reader #subby jungkookie #bts x reader smut #the walls by tipsydipsydo

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addythelarrie · 2 years

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Once In A Lifetime

Intro // Part 37

Giggles. That's the only thing escaping a blind folded Liam's throat while he's being led down the path to their back yard by Zayn.

"What's going on baby?" He asks through the giggles. "Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere special." The raven-haired man replies sweetly. Only a few steps further they slow down before ultimately coming to a stop.

"Can I take this off now?" Liam asks, tugging at the blindfold that's still covering his eyes.

"Nope." Zayn replies, popping the 'p' as takes both of the older man's hands in his own. "Dance with me." He says, pulling his boyfriend closer and wrapping his arms around Liam's waist.

"There's no music, bab-." Liam starts saying, but cuts himself off when he hears the soft acoustic chords being played on a guitar not to far away. His lips curving into the most perfect smile as he wraps his arms around Zayn's neck while the latter leads them to slowly start moving to the music.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me." Someone starts singing and Liam's head whips around before he stops moving.

"Is that-" he starts saying but stops himself when the person continues with the song. "But bear this in mind, it was meant to be."

Zayn lips curves upward at seeing the puzzled look on his boyfriend's face before he gently starts swaying them from side to side. "Shhhh." He says. "Listen to the lyrics. Dance with me." He adds and Liam obliges. He nuzzles his face into the crook of Zayn's neck, placing soft kisses to it while he continues to follow the younger man's lead.

"Is it Harry?" He suddenly asks. His head whipping around once more. "Who's singing?" He asks when Zayn doesn't say anything. "What is he singing?" He asks at hearing the lyrics "You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you."

"Yes." Zayn finally says. "It's Harry." He adds and stops their movement. He leans forward to connect their lips in a slow languid kiss. "He's singing a song I wrote for you." He says and cups Liam's cheeks with both hands.

"You- you wrote me a song?" The older man asks, his bottom lip starting to quiver.

"Yeah, love. I did." Zayn says and leans forward, connecting their lips again. "Baby." He starts saying when pulling away. "We've known each other for six years now, four of which we've been together. And even with all its ups and downs, these have been the best four years of my life and I wouldn't change it for anything." He says and smiles fondly at the quivering lips in front of him, knowing that when he removes the blindfold, he'll be met with teary eyes. "These past four years have made me realize that you're the reason I go to bed at night with a smile on my face and the reason I wake up the same way. Because of you I want to be a better man, I strive to do better in everything I do, because of you. My heart starts beating irregularly whenever I see you and only you have the ability to calm it down, whether it's with a soft touch or your beautiful sweet smile." He says and moves his hands to the back of Liam's head, untying the blindfold as Harry finishes the song with "I'm in love with you, and all your little things." It's quiet for a moment, only Liam's sniffles can be heard before Zayn softly continues. "Baby, you deserve the world and all the good things it has to offer. If I fail to find that world for you, I promise to give you mine." He says and moves to the side, letting the blindfold fall to the ground as he watches the man next to him take in their surroundings. Smiling when tears starts rolling down his cheeks before he turns to face Zayn.

"Liam James Payne, four years ago I fell in love with you for the first time and not a day has gone by where I haven't fallen in love with you all over again. If you'll allow me, I want to spend the rest of my life falling in love with you over and over again." He reaches into his pocket and slowly pulls out a ring before dropping to one knee. "Would you do me the honor of becoming my husband. Will you marry me?" He asks, looking up at the doe eyed man who's head snaps around at a choked sound coming from a few meters away.

It's Harry. He's busy biting down on his fist in an effort to keep quiet while tears continues to flow from his eyes. Niall pats his shoulder. "Apologies." The Irishman says. "He's uhm, he's a huge fan of all this romantic shit." He adds, gesturing with his hands towards the two men and everything that's surrounding them. "Please continue." He says. "He'll behave now, right?" He adds, looking at Harry who slowly nods his head in agreement.

With a smile, Liam looks back down at the kneeling man in front of him. "Ask me again." He says.

Zayn wastes no time in taking the older man's hands into his own before clearing his throat. "Liam James Payne, will you marry me?" He asks, his smile bright and his eyes sparkling as he awaits an answer.

"Yes." Liam replies, tears still flowing freely as Zayn slips the ring onto his finger before standing up and connecting their lips again.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

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#larry smau #larry stylinson #once in a lifetime #smau #addythelarrie #louis and harry

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coffee-latte-sprite · 2 years

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ok this just came in mind- so like- (im using noonie for this hihi. Noonie = me)

it’s quite obvious to noonie that Dick = Nightwing. She is no idiot. (like- fr- the hair, the eyes? ayo, too obviousla babe) So, with this, she worries for him, even if it’s just a simple patrol. Therefore, at least 48 hours before Dick get’s sent out on a ”errand” for Bruce, she’ll go to Barbara for tea. Here is where she has to get manipulative (i can get manipulative…for a good cause ofc) to the point she doesn’t have to bc Babs would just spill it since..it’s a routine haha. With the hot nice sweet yet bitter tea, she starts her casual plan. Hire an assasin? no, even better, hire Commish Gordon! jk, she goes out herself! She would try her best to follow Dick around, trying her best not to get causght (ok look- if Babs could spill tea to noonie- she would to Dick as well so, without her realising…she already failed this from day one but hey, she doesn’t know so haha) Why follow dick? to save him? pfft- no, to make sure he doesn’t die ofc. if it’s a gun fight, Noonie would try her best to work the gun. Sword fight, uhh, can’t expose herself so a drone would do? Fist fight…she’s already bad at mortal combat- if it get’s serious, hand grenade babyyyy. she knows this gets the work done :P *walks dramatically away from the explosion* Conclusion, this grown up girl with a lot of work loves Dick, what do they say again? Love makes you do all sorts of crazy things? Yeah, that one. Here’s an example for ya!

“Why do you have blood streaming down your forehead??” *squishing noonie’s face*

“I needed a simulation for my test tomorrow, that’s all!” *happily squishes his face back* ”hehe, you’re so handsome” *tries her best to change ze subject*

“Sigh…want me to patch you up?” *says that to noonie without realising he needs it too…stupidla”

“Haiya, this is nothing, YOU are the one who needs a patch up. So SIT ON THE COUCH” *somehow turns annoyed*

“A- okok” *pouts but the hurries bc she starts to glare*

As you can see..me/noonie, we have this…young chinese aunt vibe..it’s true..i do have that viba haha. Despite being smart..she is also dumb ”Apu, dekat mane aq letak e bende tu?” (Apu, where did i put that thing) I could speak both malay and english so, I’d speak either language anywhere.

“hey uh babe…your left leg is broken right?” *she plays with her ring*

“Uh yeah, why? Does it look bad?” he grabs her hand (aaaaa no- don’t grab, me cant talk after aa <- result of fluster)

“N-no, i just need uh to uhm use it for an assignment hehe”

Noonie can get both caring and snappy- “You broke your fingers AGAIN?? WEI- AGH- ON THE COUCH NOW and then you’ll get your beef stew..” she’d grumble the last parts hehe

Noonie can get gullible- “Wait- Two-face has actually two faces??” (ok- stephanie should stop lying haha)

Noonie can…can cookKK!- “Alfred told me to keep you away from the kitchen yknow?”

Noonie cleans the house- “the towels are still drying so try to find them in the HIGH cabinet you installed”

Ok, she an get cranky a bit, when she does, somethings are not meant. She just teases a lot, out of habit.

“Overall, I lovee Dick Grayson so if anyone hurts this man, anywhere on his body, chip his nails or whatever, your whole family’s sanity will break by my touch. Take note.” (she’s also aggresive haha)

The best part, is, as you all guessed, the great Nightwing knows what she does. Now here’s your part…

Dick’s POV! heheh, i wish you the best of luck and don’t rush through~~

This is amazing

Everything is literally amazing!! 😂😂

I love how slightly chaotic everything is, but you're like "it's love" and we are all like "we get you boo"

LOL! 🤣

#coffee latte sprite asks #noonie and coffee buddy

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beesimsfour · 3 years

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Sweet Baby Becca! She’s been staying in their room but now it’s time to put her in the nursery in preparation for the new bab(ies). She ages up in one more day, I think. :P

#Queue #s4 #sims 4 #sims4forfun #ts4 #Gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #sims4forfunGen3 #Reese #Matthew #Rebecca

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super-hero-girls-netflix · 3 years

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How about both if you want? If not you can choose.

Emotional questionnnnn: What if a superhero died (including Batman and Superman cause why not >:))?

Uhmm...I'm going to talk mostly about if they just witnessed the death of the others since I don't think I'm ready to unpack the emotional baggage of killing a friend. ( But if you also about a specific kill with specific details on how it happened you can bet I'll give you a specific answer.)

It's clear in the aftermath of Superman vs Barman that Superman's death would take a toll on the civilians. He's iconic that way, I think it would be especially hard on Kara. And it would be terrible for Gotham morale and Batgirl especially, if Batman dies while being a hero.

It'd be terrible if either hero died. Both are incredibly strong and intelligent. If either died it would mean a villain strong enough and reckless enough to simply murder any adversary.

It would be pretty scary to all if Superman died....after all Cryptonien's are supposed to be indestructible, no?

Kara would take the death pretty hard. In denial, probably. Insisting that there is a way to bring him back.

If one of the Invincibro's (yo bros) died then it'll hit hard.

It'll hit differently depending on the counterpart. And the situation.

For example, if Hal died both sides will mourn. And the Invicibros will be a mess (I suspect that Steve and Hal were co-captains, if anything Steve is a bit of a figurehead). Speaking of 'captain' the school, whoever knew the confident brunet will be in shock because Hal always seemed a little invincible. Many would mourn him since he grows on you....like fungi. Jess will be wrecked and she'd blame herself because of course she would. She was his partner, she should have been there. 'And oh gosh she was alone now, she'd have to defend the space sector alone. And even if she's assigned a new partner it wouldn't matter because they weren't an obnoxious, confident, self-centered Hal'. And yes, there will be a certain dampness in the atmosphere for both teams.

If Barry died both teams (the whole city even) would mourn. Barry was beloved as both Barry the dessert slinger and the Flash, superhero speedster. Barry was kind of the kindness of the group. The one who did good for no other motive than the fact that he loved deeply and wanted to keep everyone safe. The team would keep chugging along with this mindset...but I don't think they'd be able to eat at Sweet Justice anymore. It would hit Babs' hard because he was her best (guy) friend and they swore to have each other's backs (in my AU) and she didn't have his and now he's dead. I think the girls would prefer to just move their headquarters since Sweet Justice was painful enough to just think about.

If Carter died I'm afraid no one will notice. Hawkman's death will be acknowledged but not Carter's. Carter's death if given any attention at school would be a mystery much like he was. Same with Hawkman, his death will be mourned but he'd be considered a mystery death because of his quiet nature. This will drive the boys mad because Carter Hall was DEAD and no one seemed to care. How can they not realize that everything has changed? Carter was more or less the level-headed one of the group. It would be particularly terrible for Karen since Carter was big and strong and knowing he's dead? Yes...she wouldn't take it well. She'd most likely try to avenge him.

If Oliver died it would be a bit of a scandal. I'm sure he has quite the fan base as both an aspiring actor and the charismatic Green Arrow. He was always the *cue dramatic gasp* dramatic one of the bunch. His death will be, you guessed it, terrible. Since happy, confident, loyal Green Arrow was killed. The atmosphere around the team would tune quiet, if a little hollow but they'd keep chugging through since Oliver wasn't friends with quitters. And it would hit Zee differently because the last thing they did was fight (of course they did) and now he's dead and she realized that she had fun arguing with him and their rivalry made acting so much more fun and now how is she supposed to perform when her co-star was dead? When the idiot who would make rude faces behind the curtains and then grudgingly admit she did 'decently' was dead?!? It would hit hard because Oliver and Zee shared a passion and they both left a stain there. She'd forever associate her love for the stage to her complicated friendship with a dead actor. (I think she'd hate when in the future people forget Oliver Queen's name). The whole girl said would mourn but they didn't know Oliver as well as Zee and Zee's a wreck so they'd channel their grief into comforting her.

God help the idiot who murders Steve. If Diana hasn't already killed you, the team will. The Invincibro's, I mean. Steve is a bit of a figurehead so kill the queen and they will make it their life mission to avenge him. That is all after the grieving, of course. Steve will be mourned heavily by both teams, especially by Diana and the Invicibros. Diana will be confused at first because she never even thought that Steve could die. Never crossed her mind. She never asked for anything, wanted for anything, but she wanted him. Him to be alive. How is that even possible??! Jeez, I don't see much of him so that's all I can really say.

If Garth is killed well... Both teams will be horrified and heartbroken. It's just that Garth is so innocent and sweet. And he was killed. The whole school I think would notice because the football team will mourn (in my AU) him. The city might be a bit indifferent because despite his confidence he never demanded as much attention as his team. But the team will never be indifferent to it. The Invincibro's will be furious to hide the fact that they are wrecked because yes, Garth can handle himself in a fight but he was only fourteen. He had plans and he was their friend, goddamit. (I really want to go in depth about how the girls and guys would react but I'll resist.) Kara will react similarly because how dare they take her little brother away?? One thing is letting him handle himself when he's getting bullied but killing him?

Okay...this is a quick peek at how the team and counterpart will react to their death....now for the girls!!

(they are all killed, okay? No different or accidental deaths)

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If Jess were killed the team would be a wreck, of course. Jess, I like to think, was the mom friend and medic of the group. The girls will mourn and healing will be hard. Very hard. They'll remember all the things she holds dear. I have no doubt they'll participate in protests like Jess has been bugging them to do when she was alive. The Invincibro's will be sad too, of course. Initially, then they'll be pissed. Won't rest untill they help the SHG defeat the killer. And Hal? He'll be feral, of course he would. He is very possessive and very loyal. He'd be in denial at first (they all would) because how can Jessica Fricking Cruz, passionate kind selfless Jess be dead?? That's not possible. She cared too much, had too much to do- she can't be dead. But I feel like halfway through his revenge rampant he'll remember that Jess was a pacifist and he'll...I dunno.

If Babs died the team will be swinging from horrified, to unbelieving, to furious. They'd be sad because Babs loved being a superhero and she loved helping people and now she was dead and- they'd be a mess. And don't even get me started on how Barry would take it. Wanna know how he'd take it? Very badly. Why? Because Babs is his best friend and his counterpart and he's supposed to watch her back and she's gone for real and this is terrible and he's so sensitive and everything is fallings apart it seems. He'll definitely be a little more jaded, a lot more protective and burst into tears when anyone orders a candy cake triple ripple tower with rainbow sprinkles. But then overtime it'll turn into a sad smile. Man, the Invincibro's will also be horrified since Babs was close to pretty much everyone.

If Karen died? Absolute pandemonium. The team will be equal parts blaming themselves and torn with guilt and sorrow. They will tear the world apart looking for a way to fix it somehow. Fix it the way Karen would have. The boy team, because despite all their teasing, will be in uproar because no one messed with Karen but them!! And Carter? He'll be at war with himself, because he should have protected her, the pipsqueak was too young and small and fragile to be able to hold off evil by herself and how dare she put herself in that situation? How dare she just leave them like that?? I feel like he'll be in denial for a long time, working through everything to avoid processing his grief but when it does it'll hit hard. Probably because of something small but subtle. Like getting electrocuted because Karen had quite a few fractal scars from her experimenting and super heroing. Or when he realizes he got stung by a bee- it's the little moments when it strikes deep.

If Zee died it would be a bit absolutely scandalous of course. Not only will the girls be horrified and heartbroken but so will Zee's fanbase as an actor and her father's assistant. The girls will have quite some time to even begin to adjust but soon enough they will jump straight into plotting their revenge. The boys will be livid of course but none more that her counterpart Oliver Queen. Oliver won't quite believe it, I don't think, he'll just think that Zee will just magically resurrect herself because the annoying actress who liked hogging his showtime couldn't possibly be dead. She was like a cockroach! No matter how many times squashed beneath your shoe those wretched little things will just come back. All the time...she couldn't be gone. And truly he didn't hate her, he just liked having a goal. To outshine Zee Zatara. So...how could she be dead? This will hit especially hard when he doesn't have a counterpart to fight with. Or when the leading lady role goes to someone new. Clear to say that Zee Zatara's death will be every bit heart wrenching.

If Diana dies be prepared for hell. The girls will fall apart with grief after avenging their leader. I feel that Babs would try to keep everyone together at least. The boy team will be furious because Diana was their battle plan leader too! And how- they'd be confused because how can the immortal Diana Prince die? The school would definitely have a service for the mystery top student. How would Steve react? He'd be horrified and lost, and confused but then he'd help the girls avenge W.W and live the rest of his life upholding Diana's values. (I'm not quite sure how he'd handle the grief.)

If Kara dies then there will of course first be the mourning (at least according to the show). Then the shock. Then the doubt because hasn't Kara 'died' before? And that would lead to hope which will make the moment of confirmation the most painful. For both teams. Garth will be completely blindsided with grief and anger because how dare they take his big sister? How dare they hurt moody, cold, rude at times, big softie at heart, Kara? And well I guess we'll discover that rage is also a prominent feature if the ocean, is it not? So yes, this will be an emotional rollercoaster no doubt about it.

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This extra will be non-super hero's who will also mourn and attempt to avenge the lost one.

Diana- she is the princess of an island of immortal warrior woman. Her mom is 'a final boss'. She will have plenty of people to avenger her (not that she would want that, per say). I kind of have a suspicion that Queen of Amazon's will either be overly sympathetic ('my daughter has chosen her path, now we can only honor her') or furiously because they were part of her daughters dream that got Diana killed (may you pray we never cross paths again or I will curse you as you have cursed me).

Karen- not sure... but maybe her parents??? They can make a suit too??

Kara- Her cousin because family is family and that's period and she's like the only survivor who doesn't want him (genuinely) dead. And Alex, her step-sister- maybe.

Jess- Green Lantern Corp.? Dexstarr?

Zee- her DAD, remember they are super close and he's super powerful and yeah....

Babs- Her dad- who's like a cop and even though he shown to be extremely lazy I have no doubt that he'd drop the donuts to find out what happened to his precious pumpkin pants. Might even call I'm Batman. Harleen, yes Harleen who tried to murder Robin because he embarrassed Babs will definitely go after her best friends murderer (even after finding out Vans secret identity)

Okay for Steve and Carter I genuinely don't know.

Garth, I'm not sure but if he's actually underwater royalty than you can expect a whole lot of flooding, earthquakes and sea monsters.

Hal- starfire is coming for your but

Oliver- Mortimer Drake, maybe? They are sort of bro's

Barry- DA WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD

Well...this was fun, wasn't it? Thanks for the beautiful ask, as usual @thedevilsmusicbox and I look forward to hearing from you. 😁🙋

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