#Swinging Strawberry Garden

[nuzzle]

"Swinging Strawberry Garden" series 🍓 「ゆらゆらいちごのStrawberry Garden」シリーズ

[anniebass]

New fic!

Restorative Violence

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson,

4/4 chapters, 30k words

Dark comedy / Angst / Kas!Eddie theory

Eddie is being weird. Steve investigates (also hankers to taste a dick or two).

With all the goddamn bites, they kept him under observation for two nights, which Steve thought long enough. There were other people to be treated at the hospital, in those chaotic early days that followed the transformation of his hometown into a mega-size hot cross bun, and to keep him in after the rabies and tetanus shots and some thick-ass bandaging on the wounds for any longer would be, he thought, stupid. Hospital beds were needed. There was mass panic, injured people, orphaned kids. Many fell into the rift and were never retrieved, either burnt to a crisp or turned into bat chow. He saved one person. With wounds still biting his sides, it was enough, it was all he could do, plus vanity wouldn’t allow him to just pass the title of biggest hero to deady Eddie, simply because the guy wanted to be cute and died on them, in the process. He did look dead when Steve came back for him.

read on ao3

[tunatoge]

little lunch mishap - s. gojo x reader

contents: fem!reader (called mom/momma), mentions of eating, gojo sucks at packing lunches for his kids, written a little after gojo finds megumi and tsumiki

when gojo first met megumi, he’d made sure his infinity was on; he had you and shoko throw random things at him from across the field with and without cursed energy to make sure it worked properly. now, two years later, he doesn’t even realize that it’s off around the seven-year-old kid—not until megumi nails him in the face with an unripe clementine.

“ow!” gojo exclaims, bringing his hand up to his cheek as he lets his sunglasses clatter to the floor. “what was that for, megs?”

megumi glares at gojo, holding a softer and riper clementine in his grasp. you glance over at them from the kitchen as they stare each other down.

“that was the fruit you put in my lunch,” megumi grumbles as he sinks his little fingers into his ripe clementine. “i know you packed it ‘cause mom normally peels them for me.”

“okay,” gojo starts as he leans over and picks up the clementine megumi threw at him, the skin split and the sticky juice dripping all over the tiled floor and his hands. he places the ruined fruit on the counter, bending over again and picking up his sunglasses. “momma had a mission this morning, so me—your amazing and awesome dad—packed your lunch and tsumiki’s,” gojo says with gritted teeth, putting unnecessary stress on the word ‘dad’. “and by the way,” he adds as an afterthought, “tsumiki ate all of her’s.” gojo puffs his chest triumphantly, settling his glasses back onto his face.

you glance at tsumiki as she does her homework, stifling your laughter when a small grimace washes over her features.

“was it that bad?” you ask her in a quiet whisper, making sure gojo and megumi don’t hear you.

tsumiki looks up at you and nods, “satoru made us sandwiches but i think he used the bread that you told him to throw out; it was kind of moldy.” she takes in your wide eyes and adds: “i didn’t eat it, i threw it away.”

you let out a relieved sigh, turning back around to pick up a plate of sliced apples and a cup of peanut butter. you place it down on the kitchen island next to tsumiki as she thanks you. megumi finishes shoving his peeled clementine in his mouth, passing the peel off to gojo as he takes a seat next to his sister.

“are you making lunch tomorrow for school?” he asks you, picking up an apple slice and taking a bite out of it.

you hum in response, scooping out some marshmallow fluff fruit dip you’d made a few days ago. you set it in front of gojo who begrudgingly reaches over and takes an apple slice. you stop megumi from slapping the fruit out of gojo’s hand.

“hey! it wasn’t that bad,” gojo insists through a mouthful of apple. megumi looks at him in disgust. “you had veggies, fruits, and a main meal! i even packed a snack in there!”

you sigh, “‘gumi, what did satoru pack you?”

megumi wipes his hands on a napkin as he looks at you. he makes a point to swallow before speaking. “an unripe clementine, a whole unpeeled carrot from the garden with its top still on, a moldy sandwich, and a family sized bag of skittles.” he swings his feet back and forth under the kitchen island, “i ate the carrot.”

you glance at satoru who reddens at megumi’s words, “okay… tsumiki, what was in yours?” you turn your attention to the little girl who sits next to megumi.

tsumiki glances at gojo in sympathy, “a moldy sandwich, a whole avocado, a green tomato that he picked from the garden even though megumi said it was unready, and a chocolate bar.” she looks at you with a smile, “i ate the avocado. i also had a square from the chocolate bar.”

you frown as you turn back around and pull out a bag of bread and an open bag of chips. gojo watches as you easily slather two slices of bread in peanut butter and strawberry jam, slicing it diagonally and placing the pieces on two different plates. you dump a generous amount of chips on each plate before placing them in front of megumi and tsumiki. you turn around and pick up the marshmallow fluff dip, sliding it into the fridge and shutting the door with your hip. gojo unabashedly stares at your ass when you bend over.

“okay, satoru,” you sigh as you turn towards him. he looks up at you with bright eyes, smiling into his palm. his glasses are on the counter. “from now on, you’ll take my morning missions and i’ll make their lunches.” you watch from the corner of your eye as megumi eagerly eats his chips and sandwich. “and you’ll throw out the bread when i tell you it’s gone bad.”

gojo drops his head on the counter. “you know, you’re so pretty, baby.” he looks up at you through his lashes, batting them intensely. “i’m truthfully so lucky to have you in my life.”

you look at him blankly. “and you’ll be doing the dishes for the next two weeks.”

“WHAT?”

[lowkeyrobin]

helloo!! i was wondering if maybe you could write a Five Hargreeves x Reader when five just absolutely ADDORRESS the reader? it doesnt matter whats the situation, whats the backstory for it, i just NEED a lovesick fool five🙏

I ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOOVVVEEE YOUR WRITING ITS SOOOO GOOODD!!!!💞💞💞

nah I agree with this it's slightly ooc but idgaf he would be lovesick if he didn't experience so much trauma in his life TELL ME IM WRONG. /hj ; and thank you!!! I appreciate it <3 ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; I tried to make this as long as possible so I'm sorry if it's short as hell 💔

FIVE HARGREEVES ; lovesick

summary ; five is lovesick as hell

warnings ; language

word count ; 345

masterlist

Five adored you. He was completely infatuated, head over heels for you.

"I want you so badly it might kill me"

That's how he asked you out.

You could never do wrong in his eyes. You were a work of art in them. You were the Francoise Pilot to his Pablo Picasso.

He's even worse when he's drunk. Especially when there's no hope to save the world one last time. He's a touchy drunk around you, acting like a cartoon character with bubbles popping out of his lips when he burped.

He's a fool for you, even when he doesn't want to be.

But it's alright.

man he just fell in love at first sight

he couldn't help but admire everything you did, you moved smooth like butter

when he's not busy saving the world, he's surprising you with gifts / being very lovey dovey

he's a big physical affection person when he's lovesick

he literally daydreams of kissing you all day

he's actually obsessed

and it annoys his siblings

"y/n-"

"shut the hell up, five"

he's very overprotective of you

but not in a like stalker weird way, he's just concerned mostly

he doesn't wanna lose you cause he knows shit can flip at any second

he's genuinley the sweetest

yall have that old people love (cause I mean u kinda r old ppl cmon)

you sip hot tea on the porch swing in the morning to watch the sunrise

you live in a little cottage core home in middle of no where pennsylvania

he built your dreams dude 💔💔

think those few lines in miranda lamberts the house that built me

"mama cut out houses of pictures for years, from better homes and garden magazines. plans were drawn and concrete poured, nail by nail, board by board, daddy gave life to mama's dream"

if you get it you get it

I live / grew up in rural PA don't ask ab the country music

cause you'd definitely listen to the soft country type of music when baking in the kitchen or picking strawberries in the greenhouse together

[ashdaidiot]

Just tried to have a nap but instead thought about werewolf!Katsuki and Bunny!reader and i thought i should share😙

(if somebody already made something similar to this i didn't know this just popped up in my head while trying to have my afternoon nap)

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Werewolf!Katsuki who walks through a bright, little forest one hot spring day and comes across little Bunny!reader in her garden collecting her veggies and fruits she had planted

Werewolf!Katsuki who wants a closer look at the little bunny and walks behind a tree to get a good look at the bunny in her short sundress

Werewolf!Katsuki who watches her as she collects up her carrots and moves on to her strawberry bush which is covered in large red strawberries

Werewolf!Katsuki who gets bored now watching the little bunny until she bends down to grab the strawberries that are lower in the bush and catches a glimpse of her bare pussy under the dress and her twitchy cotton ball tail

Werewolf!Katsuki who now has a large tent in his pants as he watches her with desire and lust as she swings her hips left and right as she collects the yummy strawberries

Werewolf!Katsuki who can't get enough of her little cunt on display for him in the warm sunlight

Werewolf!Katsuki who walks away from the tree and quietly climbs over her fence surrounding her garden and is intoxicated by the closer sight of her cunt covered in her slick and who just now needs a taste for himself

Werewolf!Katsuki who kneels down behind the obvious little bunny and sticks his face right in her cunt making her yelp out in surprise and quickly turns her head to glare at him

Werewolf!Katsuki who doesn't even give her a chance to speak before he licked a long strip of her pussy making her moan out

Werewolf!Katsuki whose pupils dilate at the taste of her cunt and starts lapping at her pussy with greed

Bunny!Reader who tries moving away from his tongue making him roughly grab her by waist and flipping her around so her back in on the grass and so there's a less likely chance of her wiggling away from his grip and greedy tongue

Werewolf!Katsuki who holds the bunny down by her thighs as he licks, sucks and sips on her little cunt leaving her a whining and whimpering mess

Werewolf!Katsuki who makes the bunny squirt on his face as she cums

Werewolf!Katsuki who sits up and wipes his chin with the back of his hand from her cum and his sip and she lays on the floor panting and trying to catch her breath

Werewolf!Katsuki who sees her little bucket of carrots and picks a nice thick one before shoving it up her cunt making her moan loudly

Werewolf!Katsuki who picks Bunny!reader up and fixes her little sundress off from grass and dirt while she stands there with wobbly legs and a carrot shoved up her cunt

Werewolf!Katsuki who stands up straight looking down at the bunny before press his lips to hers for a brief moment letting her taste herself before pulling and away and speaking with a lazy smirk on his face "Be a good little bunny and keep that carrot up there for me later, yeah?" he speaks with a soft-ish tone while the little bunny nods her head even though there's nothing really going on in there since it's hazy from her orgasm

"Good bunny" he says before giving her a little pat on the ass and leaving

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Uhm so this is like my first writing like post so i know there's probably mistakes somewhere in it but if you could please point it out or just tell me so i could improve that'll be great!

xx, Ashie

[balletfilmss]

hiii can i get a smau percy x daughter of persephone who loves flowers and lives on a farm

FLOWER POWER!

✸ pairing: percy jackson x daughter of persephone!reader smau

✸ notes: tysm for requesting & im sorry this took a hot minute, but i hope you like it!! 🤍

…now playing: love grows (where my rosemary goes) — edison lighthouse

persea_: i’ve officially made friends with the ferns 🫡(thank you yn for not letting them eat me)

tagged: @flowersforyn

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g_man: are you…are you AWARE of how ferns work?

╰┈➤ persea_: yeah i am. 2 words: chomp chomp

chqsingannabeth: who’s…who’s truck did you steal?

╰┈➤ persea_: what’re you a cop?

flowersforyn: guys don’t be fooled by the second pic, this was the aftermath of him DROPPING me

╰┈➤ persea_: one, didn’t have to expose me like that & two, I SAID I WAS SORRY

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: SORRY ISNT ENOUGH, MY ASS STILL HURTS

╰┈➤ persea_: i bet it does 😗😉

╰┈➤ g_man: reminder that this is a PUBLIC app

ghostking: pls don’t break her

╰┈➤ persea_: did…did u just say PLEASE?

╰┈➤ ghostking: i take it back. break her and i break your neck.

team.leo: why she violating a tree like that

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: leo just bc you didn’t get hugged as a kid doesn’t mean nobody else did 😒

╰┈➤ notpipermclean: OH SHE ATE YOU TF UP WITH THAT ONE. GAGGED

tysonn: ask yn if ferns will be my friend too

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: they absolutely will tyson, we’ll have to bring you out to the farm next weekend <3

╰┈➤ tysonn: yay!

╰┈➤ persea_: me too, right?

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: …

╰┈➤ persea_: RIGHT??

notpipermclean: yn get this loser off our farm, the kids are asking questions

╰┈➤ persea_: PIPER STOP HITTING ON MY GF AND SPREADING FALSE INFORMATION

╰┈➤ notpipermclean: NO🤗 im gonna report you for hate speech

╰┈➤ persea_: mf YOU’RE hate speeching ME

╰┈➤ sp4rky: @ team.leo the girls are fighting 👀

╰┈➤ team.leo: 🍿🫢

…now playing: strawberries & cigarettes — troye sivan

flowersforyn: fav boy on the farm!! 🍓

tagged: persea_

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chqsingannabeth: your face being cut off of that first pic is CRIMINAL 😩 not percy’s tho, that was a gift from the gods

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: im srry babe, i looked goofy 😔

╰┈➤ chqsingannabeth: oh no ma’am, you could NEVER

╰┈➤ persea_: WE GONNA IFNORE THE COMMENT SBT ME HELLO?!

persea_: the best day with my absolute best girl 🩵

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: kicking my feet & giggling, ILY SEAWEED BRAIN 🤍

╰┈➤ persea_: ILY TOO FLOWER POWER

g_man: WHAT did you do to make those strawberries look so scrumdidliuptious?

╰┈➤ persea_: dyslexia just took me OUT with this one dude 😭

╰┈➤ g_man: nobody was talking to you brotha 🙏

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: grover bud i use my mommy’s magic, hope this helps 🫶

persea_: don’t let her lie to you, people. i thought my first fit was BOMB & then she made me put on that sweater cuz it was cold as hell outside

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: i want you to read that again…slowly

notpipermclean: save me yn the garden princess …save me

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: have no fear bae, im here 🫂

╰┈➤ persea_: yn, babydoll, i beg of you, PLEASE stop hitting on people that aren’t me

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: there’s enough of me to go around perce 😒

╰┈➤ notpipermclean: YEAH PERCY SHARE

sp4rky: why is bro carryin a whole bakery on that swing

╰┈➤ persea_: jason…🤭

╰┈➤ flowersforyn: NAW IF I CANT DO IT YOU CANT DO IT, JASON GET TF OUTTA MY COMMENT SECTION OR ELSE

╰┈➤ sp4rky: I PLEAD THE FIFTH

flowersforyn uploaded a story!

@ g_man replied:

why is bro so silly 😭

idk but he’s the silliest

@ sp4rky replied:

tell him to leave the flying to me

i’m not telling him SHIT from you

RAHH

@ persea_ replied:

idk what ur on about, i look terrifying here

oh yeah, i’m shaking in my boots

great, now can you pls come help me get down?

idk…

YN PLEASE

yknow, i can’t kiss you from up here

i’m otw 🏃‍♀️ 💨

[anaargent]

THE BOY IS MINE

Five hargreeves X reader

The reader is Five's long-time partner, tired of waiting for his return, she decide to investigate his whereabouts. (seriously thinking about writing something for our daddy Diego)

- That's enough – I jump off the decaying sofa at Luther's house – you guys stay here and look for Viktor, I'll go after five and lila. - Wasn't the plan for everyone to stay together until they got back here? - Allison murmurs boredly - No, no, we spread out and everyone looks in a different place, right? -Klaus chimes in, only hearing half of the dialogue as he plays with the shiny Christmas tree in front of him.

-Meanwhile, we should standing there admiring Luther's windows? - I gesture with my hands - Hey! They are Victorian models! - Luther exclaims offended, holding the new frames.

-Sorry Luther, they are beautiful honey, they just need some adjustments in the rest of the house – I turn to the giant man in front of him with a loving smile – plan B, I will find them and let them know that the holidays are coming, Let me know when someone find the other two. I wave to everyone already leaving the room, hearing some protests about "following the original plan and Luther questioning Allison if the new frames were good"

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Just like your sister Lila, I had the ability to copy powers. It came in handy when the last person you touched was Five, on a rare occasion he let you fix his messy hair, a lame excuse to be affectionate with the grumpy old man. Despite trying, a laugh escapes my lips, remembering the boy's shocked expression at the kind gesture.

-I'll find them - I mutter more to myself as I get off at yet another station on the strange subway, writing down in the small diary in my pocket, a gift from Five, a bit tacky but very useful in the current situation - a stain that looks like a state - I mumble looking at the ceiling - wires ripped out, someone came by here - trying not to create expectations and hopes too high to be crushed after all the frustrations of not finding five and lila, I swallow dry and walk towards the exit.

A beautiful uninhabited field waited outside the station, it looked unkempt, even deserted. Ready to cross off another stop on the agenda, I suddenly stop when I see movement in the distance, it was him. With a more tired and ragged appearance, but it was my five. With longer hair than usual, an old backpack on his shoulder, I couldn't believe I had finally found him.

I take a step away from the hiding place, raising my hand with a huge smile on my lips, relief flooding my body, finally being able to relax after months of searching.

You took too long outside - Lila appeared, involving Five with a smile. That was good, they finally got along and became friends - I miss u - so she kisses him.

My feet were planted on the ground, gravity holding me in that place, in slow motion as I watched my sister, the person I trust most, kiss five, the person I loved most. My hand fell to my side, finally returning to the moment to step back into the darkness, watching as Five tenderly returned the affection and led her inside the small green house.

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When it finally got dark I left the forest, heading towards the house, I did a space jump and was in the kitchen of the place. everything was very tidy, a small strawberry garden, candles, books. Were the bastards having a teenage romance? I stop myself, taking a deep breath - follow the plan y/n, follow the damn plan.

That was the initial idea, but then here you were, on top of Five's limp and unconscious body, ready to attack him. You probably forgot, amid the bitterness of betrayal, that Five also worked for the commission. Then he was wide awake, as far as possible, his beautiful eyes alarmed and his hands holding his.

Y/N? Is that really you? - he asked dazedly, his eyes still cloudy with sleep, his voice hoarse and low. Unable to bear his puppy eyes, I start to swing in an attempt to get out of his grip, throwing punches in all directions with unbridled rage. - Are you with my sister? - you scream, still punching your stomach, your vision blurred by the tears that threatened to fall.

what? babe, no - five finally manages to stop his attack, breathing hard - let me explain - he starts sitting with you on his lap - explain to me that you are fucking my sister? that she is married to your brother? -his voice sounded bitter and defensive-all that talk about taking it easy was nonsense-you try to get rid of him to leave.

-it's been seven years - five starts with a broken voice, his eyes searching yours in search of something - I thought I would never go again see you y/n - he pauses, looking for words - I don't deserve your forgiveness, but please don't go, hate me, hit me. But don't disappear again darling, I was going crazy, all of us.

-you betrayed me five - your voice sounded more broken than you wanted him to see, how everything affected you more than you would like to admit - I know my love, I don't deserve you, but you are all I have, all I want. Lila and I were torn apart, we spent years looking for a way to get back together, it ruined us. It was survival, a way to not go crazy here alone.

You closed your eyes tightly, taking a deep breath to process everything. Five and Lila lived here for seven years, and somehow created a relationship, you still felt betrayed, the memory of how the two of you were together earlier haunting you like a ghost,his arms wrapped around her, like he did with you. Then you look at Five, his clear eyes chasing you like a sun, they looked so sad and melancholic, waiting for salvation.

You smile sadly, raising your hand to his long hair, carefully combing the unruly strands. Five closes his eyes, visibly relaxing under your touch - I dreamed every night that you were here - he comments in a low voice, unsure - that you found me and then you left again, as if you had never come, then I woke up and you not here.

-im here - you speak softly, not wanting to break the fragile moment you shared, your eyes dropped to your lips, jealousy consuming you every moment. Then five placed his hand on his face, with devotion and fear, fear that everything was just another lived and cruel dream, her lips just touched his, they were dry and trembling. It was a soft kiss, afraid that a sudden movement would break it. Your hands traveled to his shoulders as a warm bubble enveloped them.Then the memory of the kiss between him and Lila appeared in your mind, taking the best of you. Your hands became rough for a moment, pulling Five's hair with more force than necessary, a kind of punishment for his actions,the poor boy could do nothing but accept the harsh treatment with a slight grunt escaping his lips .

-let's go home my dear, there we will remind you who you belong to.

[seaprincess-selkie]

🍓BTSSB Swinging Strawberry Garden🍓

[world0fmadness]

LITTLE RABBIT

nico rosberg x wife! reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter

♡ how rosie rosberg / little rabbit came to be!

୨୧ i am… so proud of this ^_^ first time doing something that isn’t a smau! do you guys like it? please please please let me know in the reblog tags, comments or my ask box <3 compliments and advice go a long way with me

♡ related smau available here, related hc available here and here | view my formula 1 masterlist here

reading music recommendations: ecstasy by crooked still - when fortune smiles by kitty craft - i got you babe by etta james

♡ i can see you guys living in a cozy farmhouse in the german countryside! a medium sized, beautiful house surrounded by greenery

୨୧ you guys have been dating since you were 23 and nico was 27, you both realised you were really deeply in love with each other and didn’t ever want to part pretty quickly so he proposed after two years of dating and living together in an apartment!

♡ the wedding came pretty quickly too, it wasn’t anything too fancy or over the top, only being attended by close friends and family! i can see it being held somewhere in germany, nico having taken you to germany so many times before because of how much you loved the countryside there

୨୧ right after the honeymoon, he surprised you with the farmhouse in the german countryside and you cried out of happiness for nearly an hour… it was BEAUTIFUL and you were sure to thank him in many different ways that night ;)

♡ you had little rabbit ( rosie rosberg ) when you were 27, nico was 31, he was already retired, only occasionally leaving to commentate f1 events and you guys were wanting to start a family so he was ELATED when you told him you were pregnant!

“ we’re having a baby, meine liebe! a mini you, hopefully! argh, gosh, i’m so excited ” ( both rosie and your future second baby turned out to be carbon copies of him… you think he jinxed it )

୨୧ you guys didn’t do a gender reveal, you knew you’d both be happy with any gender so you just decided to wait until the birth to find out

♡ nico is already the BEST husband but his princess treatment towards you TRIPLES when you’re pregnant…

୨୧ literally, you’re not even a month along yet but he can’t stand to see you picking up heavy boxes or trying to assemble things for the nursery… he knows you can do it, he just wants to do it, he wants you to just sit comfy and relax!

“ you’re already giving me the greatest gift i could ask for meine liebe, please just sit? eat your fruit and watch your show ” ( he assembles everything next to you in the living room because he can’t stop talking to you about how cute everything is and how excited he is… you occasionally feed him pieces of strawberry )

♡ when your bump gets big enough, you start using it as a table! when he first sees you using your bump as a table for cups of water or bowls of fruit he literally cannot stop laughing, he thinks it’s the funniest ( but also the cutest ) thing ever, he takes so many pictures of different objects being balanced on your bump but eventually he starts using it as a table for bowls too - popcorn bowl for movie night? balanced on your bump, shared between you two

“ it’s very useful actually, cute too… like you, meine liebe” ( he’ll absolutely start using it as a table more than you do )

୨୧ when your cravings start, you think you got lucky with not so weird ones; banana slices with chocolate spread, chocolate spread with sprinkles on toast, strawberries coated with chocolate! nico was also a big fan of these cravings

♡ he builds a tree swing in your back garden for when the baby is older and your hormones have you sobbing about how cute it is in his arms for way too long… he almost starts to regret building it because he just hates to see you cry

୨୧ when your water breaks, he’s asleep… you shake him awake and all that talk about him being so prepared for when it happens goes right down the drain and he is all over the place, running around the house like a headless chicken trying to find all the stuff before driving you to the hospital ( his f1 past came in very handy there )

♡ when you’re giving birth, he’s the biggest hype man! did you nearly break both of his hands and tell him you hate him? yes! does he mind? not at all! he just keeps kissing your forehead and making sure you know how much he loves you and how he’s so proud of you

୨୧ the birth is long and gruelling… but nico practically never left the room, only ever leaving to get you more water and ice chips and call your family!

♡ eventually, with the worst pain you’ve ever felt in your entire life and a whole lot of pushing, you give birth and it’s a girl! nico immediately burst into tears the second he saw her

“ i’m so happy and you’re laughing at me! for crying at the sight of our child! ” ( you weren’t laughing AT him… okay, you were… )

୨୧ the tiny girl is placed on your chest and has the rosiest cheeks you’ve ever seen! and so the name pops into your head right away…

“ rosie rosberg, yeah, she looks like a rosie ” ( he would later say she smelled like a rose too, he loved that newborn smell )

♡ the little rabbit nickname only came to be because when he held her for the first time in the hospital, he kissed her on the nose and it twitched like a little rabbit, his little rabbit

୨୧ everyone thinks it YOU who dresses rosie up like a doll / princess but it’s actually nico! he absolutely loves buying her new dresses and little tiny shoes <3

♡ whenever he’s abroad for an event that you and rosie can’t come to for whatever reason, he’ll always go into the city and go to cute boutique’s for new handmade dresses and shoes for her!

୨୧ speaking of whenever he’s away, he hates leaving you two… you used to be able to go with him but because of rosie being a newborn / toddler it’s just easier and less stressful for you to stay at home with her! he facetimes you at least five times a day, needing to see his two girls

♡ when he gets home, you pick him up from the airport with rosie and he nearly cries everytime! he gives you a kiss and a hug before moving over to his little rabbit and just SMOTHERS her in kisses, telling her in a mix of german and finnish how much he missed her

“ i missed you so much my little rabbit, we must go home and cuddle with mummy, yes? ” ( he also can’t wait to get home and show you all of the new clothes he bought her and some jewellery for you, of course )

୨୧ her first word is “ papa ” almost immediately followed up with “ mama ” nico nearly screamed out of happiness… but held it in, picked her up and started planting kisses on her cheeks and praising her instead! you’re not upset at all, you know how much of a daddy’s girl she is <3

♡ not too long after, she takes her first steps! nico, being the hype man he is, was cheering her on from behind while you sat across from her and gesture towards you! he was very protectively holding two hands just barely away from her hips, just in case she fell… the second she makes it all the way over to you by herself ( with nico’s hands by her sides ) you’re both immediately showering her with praise and kisses while she giggles

୨୧ along comes her first birthday! he doesn’t want to spoil her too much but… well, one look at her chubby, rosie cheeks and it just kind of happens! you try to tell him off but when he shows you the stuff he got her you can’t help but coo at how cute it all is and hey, you’ll keep it all for any future babies ( cough cough, little ladybug )

♡ the birthday party is small, taking place in your back garden, only close friends and family in attendance! nico hardly sets rosie down the entire day, everyone coming up and cooing over her while nico kisses her head and fixes the bows her hair <3

୨୧ eventually the day is over, baby rosie has had more than enough cake ( which got all over her dress and the frosting covered her rosie cheeks, only causing more cooing from people ) nico puts her to sleep in her room and when you two are in bed together, he just can’t stop telling you how happy he is… he was already so happy with just you but now you AND rosie? he’s at peace… you share a lot of kisses and whispered words of adoration towards each other before falling asleep cuddled up

♡ you guys take her on so many countryside walks and outings… nico rarely putting her down to walk, he just adores holding his little girl… he points out every rabbit you guys see to her

“ look rosie! a little rabbit, like you, but you’re my little rabbit ”

୨୧ time skip a couple years, rosie is 5 and it’s time for her to start primary school… nico is NOT excited…

♡ the night before her first day, you watch him in bed as he lays on his back staring at the ceiling…

“ i just don’t get it meine liebe… she could fit in one of my arms just yesterday… how is she starting primary school already? this isn’t right… ”

୨୧ safe to say he just cannot believe how big his baby is already :( he thinks time is going too fast and you spend the night comforting him and telling him that no, you cannot homeschool her!

♡ in the morning, he’s still pretty solemn but puts on a brave face for his girl and helps her get dressed into her outfit then comes downstairs to help pack her lunch with you

୨୧ he puts an extra fruit snacks packet in for her with a post-it note attached simply reading “ my little rabbit, papa loves you more than the whole wide world, be good ” ( you see it and tear up a little )

♡ when you drive her to school, he takes a few seconds to breathe before getting out and helping her climb out of the car, he nearly burst into tears when she says “ i don’t need your help papa! i’m a big girl now ” you did too… you both give her a big hug and lots of kisses before sending her into her first class

୨୧ he doesn’t say a word on the drive home, you ask him if he’s okay when you’re parked up outside the house and he just crumbles

♡ you needed to give him LOTS of kisses that day and reassure him that she’s still his little rabbit

୨୧ when it’s time to pick her up, he’s ON IT

♡ he practically speeds to the primary school and you both wait outside the car for her to come out… when she does, she runs right to her papa

୨୧ according to her teacher, she had a bit of a meltdown and wanted to see her papa but it’s normal for children to do so they didn’t call you guys

♡ nico is mad as fuck while you try to calm him down and tell him it’s fine

୨୧ it IS fine, she got over it very quickly when she was given crayons and paper by the teacher to draw her papa a picture

♡ he framed the picture, as he does with basically everything she ever draws him <3 you guys have a whole wall in the dining room made up of all her drawings, he always shows it off to guests

୨୧ over the next couple of months he’s still pretty sad about how his little rabbit really is growing up and there’s nothing he can do about it :(

♡ you always assure him that he’ll always be her papa and she’ll never not love him so much but you can tell he misses the days where he could hold her in one arm and cuddle her for hours

୨୧ so you knew he’d be pretty excited when you told him you were pregnant again! this new baby wouldn’t replace his little rabbit, of course not, but you knew he’d be over the moon to be able to experience all of those newborn things again

♡ and oh boy he was…

[trashmouth-richie]

⋆·˚ ༘ * eddie x female reader

⋆·˚ ༘ * summary: what happens, when eddie makes plans without you?

⋆·˚ ༘ * tw: 18+ only, unprotected p in v! toxic relationship behavior, choking, reader is kind of crazy but it’s explained at the end, breaking shit, mean!reader, drinking, weed, knife use, pet names, nicknames.

⋆·˚ ༘ * 1.7k words, not proof read, pretend it is.

Saturdays were usually your nights together. Spending the night at his trailer because it was guaranteed that Wayne would be gone. 

But tonight Eddie said he had “plans with the boys”. 

So imagine your surprise when Robin called you up and asked why you weren’t at Steve’s party, but Eddie was?

The ten minute drive felt like sixty seconds of pure rage filled hell. You only saw red, steam shot from your ears like a cartoon. 

And when you pulled up to Steve’s enormous house, Robin was right, because Eddie’s van was sitting out front. 

Your blood boiled and your cheeks felt like fire. Heart hammering in your chest,  you slammed the gear shift into park before the car could even come to a full stop. 

You didn’t care that he was here with his friends, what you cared about was the normal posse of skanky girls who were at Steve’s parties, one strawberry blonde in particular that rubbed you every way of wrong. Chrissy.

She was always hanging on Eddie any chance she got, batting her eyelashes, acting dumb to get his help in math. You’re so smart she’d whisper to him— even though the straight F’s on his paper definitely didn’t stand for Fantastic. 

Jason had dumped her and rumor had it she was looking to get back at him the biggest way she knew how, and that was t getting with the freak. 

Your freak. 

The sharp black points on your heeled boots clicked along the sidewalk as you stalked towards the house whistling an angelic sort of tune, swinging the wooden bat by your side. 

Jonathan was outside the lavish home, smoking a fatty and leaning against the raised brick garden bed. Upon first glance he waved, all drunken smiles and lazy greetings. 

It wasn’t until he saw what was in your hand that he finally pieces it together, and you asked him sweetly to kindly get Eddie because you had a message for him. 

The driver's side window broke with little to no effort, a few swings and it shattered into a pretty spider web of splintered glass, covering Eddie’s driver seat. 

The whistled tune never stopped from your puckered lips. Not when you flicked open the pocket knife and punctured the rubber tires, or when you carved a long jagged scratch into the paint down the aluminum body. 

It wasn’t until you were standing on the hood of the van, crashing the bat into the windshield did you hear the front door to Steve’s swing open, music fading through the night with each body shoving their way through the door, gasping at your surprise gift for your boyfriend. 

Someone, Jeff, you think— hollers for Eddie and you plant your ass on the hood, leaving a dent for sure by the way you plopped down like it was a trampoline. With legs crossed and twisting the bat between your palms, you wait patiently for the man of the hour to finally arrive, a smile on your black painted lips. 

By now there’s a decent sized crowd, all gaping mouths and wide eyes, some laughing but mostly struck with fear out of the freaks girl. 

He walks down the concrete steps, his heavy boots thudding against the hard ground. You can see the muscles in his jaw tense from where you are sitting, his knuckles tighten into a fist and his shoulders broaden and angle back, like he's trying like hell, not to yell out right by the look of the destruction you caused to his van. 

“Hi baby,” you greet, sugary sweet like you just brought him balloons on his birthday, “having a fun night?”

Eddie is seething, nostrils flared as he tries to even his breathing, “what did you do Lil?” 

“What?” You ask, turning your body to look at the glass splintered on the windshield and smashed on the ground, “oh, you mean all this? It’s pretty right?” 

Eddie drags his tongue across the front of teeth, sucking in a breath, “you’re kidding right?”

Unhooking your crossed leg you slam your heel into one of his headlights, the satisfying crunch of the plastic pieces littering to the ground, you smile pretty up at him, but he doesn’t bat an eye, “oh Eddie,” you tsk, “I don’t like jokes… or being,” the tip of the bat hits the other headlight with a crunch, “… lied to.” 

“Fucking Christ, what are you even talking about?” Eddie spits as he looks to Jeff then to Gareth. 

“Really? Then why did Robin call to say you were here with that bimbo Chrissy?” 

The crowd ooo’s as Eddie stomps towards you, his face struck with anger, the browns of his eyes completely black as he glared down at you, his necklace still swaying as he leans forward into your space, only malice in his voice. 

“Time to go,” he grunts, grabbing the bat from your hand and tossing it to the ground, “now.” 

“Nah,” you say, looking past him and waving at Steve, he returns the wave with a confused look at a silent gasp at the look of Eddie’s van, “I’m just getting started.” 

Steve tries to push everyone inside shows over! Let’s go! But nobody budges, waiting for the train wreck, unable to look away. 

Eddie pulls you from the van by your feet, your bare ass skimming the hood as your skirt lifts up, sure to leave a burn, you land on your feet, waltzing over to aforementioned blonde and taking her drink from her, downing the horrific liquid in a gulp. She’s too stunned to speak as you twist back around to catch a glimpse of Eddie, shooting him a wink. 

The knife tucked into the cute holder on your thigh comes out with a flick. Flashing the steel blade to Eddie, you wink before whipping back around to Chrissy just in time to catch her ponytail between your fingers. The knife cuts through her hair like a shear, close to her scalp beneath the emerald ponytail, her golden locks fisted limply in your hand. 

The scream she lets out is blood curdling and ugly, but you don’t mistake the laugh coming from Robin or Steve as Chrissy runs inside, her cheer squad hurrying behind to help their friend. 

“Wait! You forgot this!” You say shaking the blond strands towards the door, “I’m sure some glue or tape will hel—”

You're caught off guard as Eddie’s hand wraps around your wrist and starts dragging you away from the party back to his van. He wiggles the knife from your fingers and closes it on his hip, shoving it into his jacket. 

The smile never left your lips, not even when your shoulder blades rest against the side of the van as Eddie crowds you in. 

“Jesus Christ you’re fucking crazy, y’know that?” his words are mean but there’s a hint of something else on his lips, a smirk.

Your fingers move to his belt buckle, threading it through itself as you look up at him through your lashes, “you love it.” 

His eyes roll tk the back of his head, and he takes a deep breath, animalistic instinct kicking in as you suck his thumb into your mouth. 

“Fuck.”   

Your thighs are wrapped around his waist in two seconds flat. He grunts as his thick fingers glide through your wet heat, finally noticing you weren’t wearing any panties he groans guttural and low. 

His hand wraps around your throat and he smiles as you gasp for a little breath, eyes rolling into your skull as he cants his hips forward and his thick head pushes through your walls, filling you full. 

Your lips attach to his neck, licking and biting hard enough that your teeth marks will bruise a perfect dental record into his skin. A nice match for the red lips tattooed on the left of his neck, an identical mark to yours. 

“Shit,” he groans slamming into you harder and harder, shaking the van on its flat tires, broken glass hitting the ground like hail. “Always so fucking tight for me baby, fuck I love your pussy.” 

You’re mewling into him, inhaling his words as he bites your lip, licking the blood from them and running it over his teeth. 

The front door opens and shuts but neither of you stop, not even when the sobs from Chrissy get closer as her friends bell her into their car, parked right behind Eddie’s van. 

Eddie’s face is buried into your neck and you catch Chrissy’s blue teared stare, horror on her face as you and Eddie both moan. “Mm fuck,” you say to her, eyes boring into hers, “like what you see, Christopher?”

The screaming huff from her mouth is  heard around Hawkins as she slams the door to Heather's car, tires screeching as they tear out of Steve’s driveway. 

Eddie chuckles into your skin and shakes his head. A smile on his face as he kisses you hard, pumping into you harder and before long you're both coming and moaning into the night, completely lost in your own world. 

Later that night in Eddie’s bed, you're tangled naked and fresh from a shower beneath soft cotton sheets. His hands lazily work up and down your back, your arm propped up beneath your chin on his chest, “so, I did good, right?”

Eddie laughs and blows a ring of smoke into the air, “you were perfect my little vixen, I could barely contain myself when you were sitting on the hood like that, looked so fucking sexy, wanted to fuck you right there.” 

You both laugh at the theatrics of the night, and you remember something that’s missing, “gonna need my knife back by the way, feels weird without it.” 

Eddie points to his jacket crumbled on the floor next to a mountain of discarded clothing and leather boots, “it’s in my pocket, just keeping it safe.” 

You roll your eyes with a tease and slither from the sheets, bare skinned beneath the yellow warm lamp, the jacket feels cool in your hands, silk pockets gentle on your fingers as your grab your knife and pull it out. 

Examining it in your fingers it truly was the perfect gift from the man you adored, etched into the handle, a script he cut himself, “to my Lilith.” 

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The Altruist Family Children - Headcanons

𝐀/𝐍: Some headcanons about Alastor x Reader's children in my AU <33

🎙️ Rowan and Louise are darling twins of the Altruist Family, your own little bundles of joy that grew up to wreak havoc across the neighborhood. Absolute sweethearts.

🎙️ They both look strikingly similar to their father, with deep gray skin, cherry red hair and gleaming yellow teeth, sharpened to the point, but their hair ends in tangles and curls, much like Alastor's when he was alive.

🎙️ Lousie is Alastor's little princess, of course, and he just adores doting on the little girl. Purchasing her whatever her little heart desires, whether it be trinkets and toys, her favorite desserts, frilly dresses and laced skirts – he'd spoil her absolutely rotten.

🎙️ Rowan, on the other hand, was quite the anomaly, at first. Raising a boy – as a father – were uncharted waters that Alastor wasn’t all too keen to tread, at first.

🎙️ Truly, Alastor was just little bit nervous apprehensive when he learnt that you would be having a boy, since his own experience with his father was rather... unsavory, to say the least. But when you sat him down, giving him all the faith and reassurance a man could ever need, well... how could he say no to his darling wife? 

🎙️ And so, Alastor resolves to raise Rowan as his dear mother, bless her heart, raised him to be – a gentleman. The first time Rowan opened the front door for you was the only time Alastor allowed a camera inside the house, or anywhere near his children.

🎙️ When your sweet little boy finally came of age – at a ripe eight years old – your husband took him out hunting. As much as you wanted to suggest that he wait a few more years, the giddy excitement Alastor exuded while polishing his favorite rifle, preparing for a full weekend of spending time with his son, was just too endearing for you to say no to him. 

🎙️ So, every weekend, Rowan and his father would disappear for a few hours, only to return at near twilight lugging some sort of Hellbeast behind them, and their prey only grew in size each year. And by the time Rowan turned thirteen, it wasn’t just wild game that he and Alastor were hunting. 

🎙️ You cut their hair. No questions asked.

🎙️While Louise refuses to get down into the mud and dirt with her brother and father, she adores gardening and growing her own flowers, and has a collection of books on poisons and toxic plants. You humored her fascination with toxicology and allowed her to grow a collection of poisonous flowers, so long as she kept them far away from the kitchen. 

🎙️ Family dinner nights are a given, especially when Alastor does the cooking. There'll be a jazzy swing number playing in the background, while Louise helps her father prep for the meal, and you'll be laughing and dancing with Rowan in the living room.

🎙️ Sometimes, whenever the children play with you, Alastor would lurk just around the corner, watching you with such softness in his eyes, before they drift down to your stomach. You were so good with them, perhaps you'd grace him with another?

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: AHHH I'M KICKING MY FEET RN- THESE TURNED OUT SO CUTE AND I LOVE ROWAN AND LOUISE!!

This turned out to be so long 😭 I just have so many ideas for this AU, I can't wait to release the oneshot

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[januaryembrs]

SUCH A PRETTY HOUSE | Joel Miller x Reader

request: Can you do Joel miller x reader no surprises by radio head angst fic

description: Joel remembers that one summer he knew her, and the ten year scar it left him.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: Pregnant!Reader, major character death (canon to TLOU and also reader dies, not explicit,), guns, death, violence. Joel feels unworthy, mentions of Sarah.

authors notes: em tries not to write something heart wrenching challenge, go.

There weren’t many things that meant something to Joel anymore. The day cordyceps took over the world, it took almost everything in him with it. Whatever was left made room for anger and resentment to curl inside him, make its home in his bones, make him lash out at everyone who wasn’t Tess. 

But he felt himself make an exception the day he met her. 

He’d been entirely sceptical when Tess told him she’d been able to find someone on a radio channel who could help them with supplies. It would mean sneaking out of QZ, a dumb move even on a good day, and trusting a stranger that was all but promising them candy if they climbed into his van. He wasn’t a stupid man, not by any means. But Tess had this way of bending his resolve, pushing him further and further if it meant they could come out better in the end. 

When they’d arrived to Frank and Bill’s for the first time, they were gobsmacked to see an entire street of houses cordoned off with barbed wire and explosives, as if it had never been touched by cordyceps, as if they’d catapulted into a time before people were eaten alive and before the world ended. A quaint little town with dusty cars and clean streets and houses and empty shops and gardens full of wildflowers and strawberries. 

Joel felt like he might be sick, but perhaps that was something between jealousy and caution just playing on his tongue. 

A spritely man a little older than him bounded down the stairs to the first house on the left, piercing blue eyes looking over them with the same excitement of a puppy being told to play fetch. There was no way a man so jolly could have done all of this himself. 

“Tess?” He called, and Joel remembered the way Tess smiled sweetly, because she was just as stunned as he was that they were in some sort of utopia, a little fence and a gate the only thing between them and how things used to be. 

“It’s Frank, right?” She guessed, and it was then that Joel heard the caution, “Didn’t you say there was two of you?” 

“Yes, Bill, my-” He stopped himself short, as if he didn’t quite know what to call him. He breezed over the hesitation quickly, buzzing in on the remote the combination, looking then to Joel, “You must be Joel,”

Joel gave him a nod, his fingers tightening on the shotgun in his hand. It wasn’t even a split second after the gate started to slide open that another man emerged from the house, his face thunderous as he barrelled down the stairs and towards where they stood. 

“Frank, didn’t I tell you to wait,” He snapped, his brows strained into a frown, a gun of his own in his palms, “We need to make sure she’s ready, they could be infected-”

“She?” Joel cut in it a biting tone of his own, “Who’s she? You said there was two-” 

“Bill,” Frank warned, as the shorter man produced a scanner out of his pocket and ran it over both of their necks. Joel knew this Bill could feel the heat of his glare on the side of his head, though as soon as the screen lit up green for both of them, he saw him take a sigh of relief. “We’re never going to make any more friends if you keep shoving them away,”

Joel couldn’t really blame him for worrying. 

It wasn’t until they saw the door opposite theirs swing open that he understood even more why Bill was so unwelcoming. 

He should have seen it before, the sweet hanging baskets full of lupines and primrose, the luscious lawn trimmed and primped, lined with tended bluebonnets and sunflowers beaming at the woman that emerged from the fresh white house with a bright grin, like she was their sun and they smiled back at her in awe.

She wore a white sundress, long enough to touch her knees, and it flowed with the warm breeze as they stepped past the threshold to the town, her feet bare save for some little brown sandals that seemed in better condition than he’d expect. Her face glowed with excitement, gaze switching between him and Tess, and her figure was full and soft at the same time. 

It wasn’t until she got closer he could see where her stomach pulled against the fabric obtusely and it was like a sadness washed over the two of them as she finally got close enough to talk. 

She was pregnant.

“You must be Tessa! Frank told me all about you,” She said, pulling the woman in for a warm hug Tess didn’t seem to have much of a choice in. 

“It’s Tess,” His companion corrected, though she gave her a light squeeze back, and her face softened out as if she didn’t seem to mind the intrusion, nor the new name. 

Bill froze up at the sight of her tugging Joel closer the minute she'd released Tess, ignoring every boundary his standoffish expression could possibly set, and it was like he understood why the flowers twinkled up at her. She was warm, incredibly so to the point even when he didn’t return the gesture, he felt himself conscious of how rough his skin was and how hard the gun must have been pressing against her chest where it squished in between them and how he hoped to god it wasn’t hurting her or the baby. 

He felt cruel the minute she pulled away, crueller than he usually felt, but his frown never wavered, not even when she simpered at him, despite Bill saying her name in a worried tone. 

“Just ignore him, he would bubble wrap me if he could,” She whispered to Joel, and her laugh was a tinkling bell in the wind. She grabbed Tess’s hand in a quick and gentle motion, walking her up the pathway back to her house, and Joel could have sworn he heard the promise of ice tea leave her lips.

“I’m so pleased to have another woman around,” She said to Tess, who looked as if she was fighting back a feathery happiness of her own around the woman who seemed too good to be true in a world so harsh as this one. 

Joel knew he would have his work cut out for him trying not to get attached. 

-

Ellie knew she was on thin ice already. For a girl of only fourteen, she was incredibly perceptive of people’s feelings, especially the grumpy, grey haired bastard that had just lost perhaps the only woman who meant anything to him. She had to admit Tess’s death made her feel like she was some sort of unlucky charm, like anyone who so much as got close to her was doomed from the word ‘go’. 

She hated herself for it, and she assumed from Joel’s silence and the way he’d stormed out of Bill and Frank’s house as soon as she’d read that letter that he hated her too. 

That was until she saw him walking across the street to the house with dead flower beds and smashed windows and no sign of life that she thought perhaps she wasn’t entirely the problem. 

She found him in the bedroom, laying on the double mattress with his eyes closed, though she knew he wasn’t sleeping. The walls were a pretty sort of posy pink, the sheets an intricate pattern of doves and white lilies, and a little painting on the nightstand of two women smiling at one another, one so clearly being Tess while the other remained an enigma. 

It wasn’t until she spotted the cradle next to the bed that her heart sank into her stomach. 

“Bill and Frank weren’t the first ones to die, were they?” Ellie asked softly, and he shook his head wordlessly, “Was it yours? The…”  The baby.  

She couldn’t bring herself to say it. She wouldn’t put it past him to yell at her for prying. 

He lay there like a wounded animal, and he shocked her when he actually spoke. 

“It wasn’t mine,” His voice was gravelly, hardened, yet worn out all the same, “But we were going to-” He stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath, “We were going to raise it together, the two of us. Tess was supposed to be godmother,”

He remembered the way she used to call her Tessa, and how Tess didn’t seem to mind it so much once she saw how truly sickly sweet she was to her core, and how she said it so full of love, the way you could only love your best friend. He remembered how he kissed her, a few months after that first time he’d seen her, how he’d kissed her and pulled her close and how they’d slept in that room together, and how he’d promised her everything was going to be okay because he was going to protect her and that baby. 

Joel remembered thinking that was his second chance. How he knew it wouldn’t bring Sarah back, nothing could ever, but maybe his sweet girl and that baby would be his chance to prove that he could save someone, that he could do some good. 

“What happened? Where’s the baby?” Ellie asked too intrusively, hoping he didn’t shut her out entirely after this, but she had to know. She had to know who the pretty woman in the picture was, and why Tess, even the little splotch of paint she was now, looked at her so besotted that Ellie had to have answers now. She had to know why they had never spoken about her and why Joel seemed to be giving up on her now. Like Tess had pushed him over the edge of a sadness years in the making. 

She didn’t think he would reply, but then; “One night, raiders came while me and Tess were getting her supplies from the city. Few weeks before she was due.” She heard his voice deepen into something dark and angry, “She didn’t stand a chance.”

And Ellie never brought her up again after that day, only once to ask her name, and neither did Joel. He left his sweet girl and whatever he could have been in that pretty house, put her in a box in his chest right next to Sarah, until it didn’t hurt so much to think about her.

[romanoffsbish]

A Helping Hand

Professor!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Age Gap(roughly 11 years), Swearing, Pregnancy

Smut: Daddy/Professor (N), Mommy (W), Little Dove/Baby (R), Jean Riding (W),, Oral (N—W, W—R)), Unprotected Sex(R—G!PNat), Squirting( R), Marking (R), Kinks: Lactation ❗️, Praising, Breeding, Choking

5,526 Words

18+ | Minors DNI | SMUT ❗️

Natasha smiled tiredly down at Tommy and Billy, they were truly adorable like this, when they weren't screaming their heads off that is. They'd been up since five am, and finally fell asleep in their swings around nine after two hours of wailing. They were suffering with colic, and therefore the couple were suffering too, at least their little lungs were strong...

Natasha yawned rather loudly as she entered the kitchen, an unavoidable consequence of the glorious sleep schedule of a new mother to a couple of sleepless infants. After steadying her tired body against the marble counters she began to pull down two mugs from the cabinet, then she quickly got to work on breakfast.

The Keurig was the first thing she went for, it was her greatest ally in this current battle of life, Wanda even joked that at this point she might as well have an IV drip of the bitter liquid for her mass coffee consumption. Once she was certain her coffee was brewing she moved quickly to plug in the electric kettle. Wanda's breastfeeding tea was a must for her breakfast routine; happy wife, happy life...

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Natasha decided on fixing chocolate chip pancakes, she cut the strawberries into the shape of hearts to try to spruce up the day. Though the day didn't feel special due to the fatigue of life right now, the calendar noted that it was indeed the fourteenth of February. Valentine's Day was Wanda's favorite holiday, so she knew this whole being stuck indoors would be relatively hard for her wife.

Every year they'd usually go out, even in the earlier days when all they had was their measly little allowance. It didn't matter to Natasha if she was saving up for months, she would take Wanda out to the 'fancy' Italian joint, and even have enough money stashed for the dessert. Over the years they expectantly moved up in life, they graduated from the Olive Garden, but no matter what it was always pasta for dinner.

The couple's going on twenty years together, from awkward high school sweethearts to smoking hot professors, it was quite the ride. They'd always wanted kids, but for the better part of their twenties they'd been busy building their careers, but last year that all changed. When Wanda blew out the '35' candles she told her wife that she could feel her womb aching. Natasha laughed at first, her wife had always been the dramatic type, but after she saw the glare paired with the head tilt she was all in.

"Moya lyubov'?," Wanda stopped at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes scanning for her family., "In the kitchen.," she heard her wife's quiet response, her eyes found the sleeping infants, and so she slowly pattered her way to her., "What's for breakfast? It smells good."

Natasha had just finished the plates, so with a smirk, and a swivel on the ball of her feet she presented the plates., "Ta-Da.," she cheered., "Happy Valentine's Day detka.," she held the plates out to the side, then she leaned forward to kiss her., "Happy Valentine's Day lyubov'."

The couple shared a quiet breakfast, as the years had passed by they found silence to be far more comforting than forced conversations. They'd smile at each other from time to time, or make mention of something, but for the most part the room was filled with the sounds of soft chewing, and white noise for the boys.

"Wan—.," before Natasha could ask her what she'd like to do today the doorbell was ringing., "Nooo.," the redhead groaned, because just as soon as the jingle stopped the wailing started.

"You get the door, I'll get the babies.," Wanda remedied, she placed a soft kiss to her lips., "Play nice, no more scaring off the neighbors."

Natasha rolled her eyes, then she marched to the door with a harsh scowl., "What is it?," she barked out, but at the sight of you with your book bag, and a tray of goodies she softened., "Sorry honey, I didn't realize it was you.," you smiled back., "It's okay Professor Romanoff."

A teasing giggle left you when she once again narrowed her eyes., "How many times have I told you to call me Natasha?," you set the tray down on their counter and turned to her with a shrug., "We've been neighbors for seven years, longer than you'd been either of our student."

Even though Nat tries to hide it, you knew she was deeply affected by your use of her title. Before you could continue teasing her, you were interrupted by a loud set of synchronized wailing., "Come Y/N, time to meet the boys."

You'd only ever seen them up close once, when you stopped by just after they got home from the hospital after a trying month in the NICU. The school required Wanda's signature so you could transfer ELA program advisors since she'd be out for your final semester, they wouldn't accept electronic, so you offered to collect it personally since you were neighbors.

That was two months ago, you were far too busy with preparing for the semester to stop by again, but you never stopped the observing. They'd hardly left the house in four months, at first it made sense, Wanda was nesting, and Natasha was supporting her tenfold. But now that the boys are three months, and it's the holiday of love you decided to lend a hand.

Wanda was frazzled, her hair a tousled mess, and her shirt all discombobulated due to her attempts to breastfeed one of the infants., "Detka, what happened?," you watched on as the couple were working together to calm the babies, but sadly nothing they did worked., "I'm not sure Nat, they just combusted."

That comment makes you snort, and eyes of fiery green meet yours., "Y/N/N, why are you here?," Wanda squeaked, then not so subtly tried to fix her messy appearance., "To help."

The couple stare at you in bewilderment as you scoop the infants up from their arms, the boys instantly calmed in your embrace, and they were almost certain you partook in witchcraft.

"It's Valentine's Day, you two should be out.," you relay while not even sparing them a glance as you make the funniest faces at their babies in an attempt to keep them this calm., "Y/N.."

"Nope, don't try it Natasha.," you cut her off, then stared knowingly at the couple., "You two have been cooped up in here for months, it's clearly having an effect on the whole family.," you then gestured to the now calmed babies.

"You might call me a stalker for it but I've kept watch—it's sad how little you two leave, and I'm here to fix it."

"Don't you have class today?," you shook your head amusedly at the idea that they knew your class schedule even though they'd been off.

"Mr. Barnes and Rogers both cancelled their lectures today.," you winked., "Plus, I have a few unused sick days, but luckily we're good."

"This is nice of you Y/N/N, but.," you cut her off again., "Oh, I know it is.," the both of them softly glared at you., "There's no way you two aren't having another one of your magical Valentine's Day dates, so stop debating me, tell me where the stroller is and say thank you."

Natasha and Wanda shared a moment of quiet deliberation as you bounced the fussy babies, no words were spoken, but a heavy sigh lent to you knowing that they decided on something. The two of them got off the couch, then slowly but surely they stalked their way over to you., "You win Y/N.," you beamed at the phrase.

"Thank you!," you squealed, and they simply giggled., "I thought we were supposed to thank you.," you shrugged., "Yeah, I just got excited."

Natasha smirked at her wife, and you knew from years of torment that it meant bad news. Natasha leaned in first, placing a kiss to the boys temples, then Wanda followed behind her, it was innocent enough. Until their eyes were zoned in on you., "Thank you kotenok.," you gasped at the feel of their plump lips on your cheeks, and you willed for the heat rising to dissipate before the teasing only intensified.

Natasha left to the garage to collect the stroller while Wanda hung back to talk to you a bit. She'd asked you how the guy in her place was doing, then she chuckled when you grimaced. Then after catching up on all things Y/N, one of her favorite pastimes actually, she began to go over the twin's prospective schedule with you, she showed you her abundant stash of milk, along with their nursery and essentials.

"Alright, so, I have one more surprise.," you announced while halfway out of the door., "These are vouchers for the salon up the road, an hour long all over body massage is right within your grasps loves.," you slipped the paper into a shocked Natasha's parted hand., "Oh, and you two have a dinner reservation for 5:30pm at Locanda Verde under Maximoff."

Wanda and Natasha watched you leave in a fit of shock., "Can we keep her?," Nat whispered, and her wife softly chuckled., "I sure hope so."

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After a few hours in which the women spent napping peacefully, they set off to partake in the salon experience after taking a rather steamy shower to clean themselves up first. Apparently the shared intimate moment was just what the worn down mothers needed, and they entered the car in a fit of relieved giggles.

Wanda smiled down at her phone, she awed out loud, and showed her wife the photo you sent once they came to a stop at a red light. Tommy was clearly excited, his pink gums were prominent as the boy grinned at you, and next to him on your blanket was a sleeping Billy.

"How does she do that?," Natasha groaned, the jealousy rolling off her in waves., "Y/N's got a peaceful aura Nat, how many times have you and I calmed down just by seeing her smile?," and as if proving her point, Natasha smiles at the distant memories of you in her classroom.

"Plus, she's right, we're stressed out and that can't be helping the boys with their regulating."

Natasha hummed thoughtfully as she put the car in park., "Then I guess it's a good thing we're going to have our stressors melted away."

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After awhile sat at the park you felt a chill picking up in the air, the fading of Winter into Spring was well underway, but the sun wasn't doing its job of keeping you warm. Knowing that you were cold, it was expected that the babies were colder, so you placed their sleeping forms into the stroller, cautiously covering them so they were warm, but not smothered.

The walk back to your neighborhood was long, as you took a few detours to run some errands. You stopped at the grocery store for snacks, then you picked up a few toys, and outfits for the infants because you couldn't help yourself. Tommy and Billy began to stir as you neared the house, and they pouted at the sight of you.

All you could do was offer the groggy babies a soft smile, Tommy accepted it, but Billy was a bit more wary and began to cry. They weren't all that used to others, and after a nap it was as if they forgot you altogether. Just like earlier though, as soon as you picked them up they settled, you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

After giving them their warmed bottles of their mothers milk you burped them, then after a few diaper changes you settled them onto their bellies, and snapped a photo for their moms. Sending it off you chuckled at the instant 'read' that flashed at the bottom of the screen, and then you reminded them to have fun before you moved to the kitchen to fix yourself lunch.

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The women left the salon in a daze, everything they'd been holding onto melted away, and all they had to thank for that was you. Their sweet, sweet Y/N, the neighbor that caught their eye instantly, but before they could pounce they found you were enrolled in their university's undergrad program, and now you were in the master program of Wanda's department.

There'd been so many times over the years that they nearly gave in, especially when it was clear how much you wanted it too, but for the sake of your education remaining secure they held off. Now that you're graduating this semester, and no longer under either of their tutelage, they seemed to realize all at once the opportunity that they were presented with today.

"Nat.," the redhead met her wife's lusty gaze with an intrigued one of her own as she sipped the expensive wine from her flute., "Yes?"

"How are we going to thank Y/N?," she asked innocently, but the underlying idea wasn't too hard for the redhead to decipher., "Well, I say we bring her back some dinner.," she paused to down the rest of her wine., "Then I say we stop dancing around the tension, let's capitalize on the moment instead, and rail her senseless."

Wanda whimpered against her glass at the sinful thought, her body instantly warmed as the thought induced a painful arousal to hit. Natasha never was one to care about remaining coy in public, and the slick now coating her wife's thighs gave way to the effect she had on her in her buzzed state., "I-I need her Nat."

"Me too.," the redhead breathed out affectedly, the thought of you clenching around her cock more than enough to leave her feeling dizzy., "Shall we get some to-go boxes?," she asked while reaching under the table to rearrange her pants fabric so her bulge was less noticeable. Wanda answered her by waving the waiter down, and asking for your dinner to go, another bottle of wine, and for a few boxes.

"Happy Valentine's Day moya lyubov'.," the brunette said with a sweet smile while she raised her glass to clink with her wife's. Natasha smiled back, appreciating the lines that adorned her lover's face that showed her of a happy life well lived., "Happy Valentine's Day detka.," she clinked their glasses, and they settled back in their seats to the thought of you.

Happy Valentine's Day to them indeed...

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Wanda entered the house with a pained groan, pulling your attention up from your laptop, and just as she'd hoped you sauntered over to her., "Wanda, what's wrong?," she nearly lost her momentum when you cupped her cheeks, but the buzz in her head kept her motivated., "Mommy needs you Y/N.," your hand fell from her face and you stumbled back a bit.

"Wanda, I-I'm not sure what's happening.," your heart was stammering in your chest at the idea of being with them, but you weren't sure if you could trust the moment., "Honey, you said you were here to help us, right?," you nodded rather dumbly, causing the brunette to smirk wickedly., "Then come here baby, and help."

Wanda slowly guided your hands to the hem of her shirt, and it was up close that you noticed the prominent wet patches over her breasts., "Mommy's breasts are so full baby, but I can't pump or it'll go to waste.," she pouted., "We don't want that, do we?," you shook your head with a sweet smile that she easily matched.

With her hands over yours she pressed you to lift her shirt, and as you slowly complied you felt your stomach flip at the sight of her breasts spilling over her bra. Lost in a trance you were not ready for the next moment when the bra hit the floor., "Think you can help mommy baby?"

Flecks of a murky white pebbled over her nipples, the woman watched intently as you unconsciously licked your lips., "Well?," you shyly smiled at her, and nodded your head., "I'll help you, whatever you need mommy.," she moaned when you tentatively groped her, and sealed your fate for the night of your life.

Wanda yanked you into her by the collar of your shirt, her plump lips hungrily attached to yours as she spun your bodies around and fell backwards onto the couch with you following. Though her breasts ached with the pressure of her supply she couldn't resist kissing you, the feel of you against her just felt too right, it was like you were perfectly made for this role.

"Wow.," Natasha breathed, the sight of you and her wife making out so desperately nearly had her busting in her boxers., "I told you to wait for me Wanda.," the tension you felt at being caught in a messy situation faded instantly as she trailed a hand down from your neck to your backside where she roughly groped the thinly covered flesh and smirked triumphantly when you moaned into her lovers parted mouth.

Wanda was growing needier by the second, her panties were beyond ruined and her nipples were leaking of their own accord, so with a hand in your hair she was moving you down., "Go on baby, drink mommy's special milk.," she panted in anticipation and you gulped down your nerves and experimentally licked up a drop, moaning at the semi bitter taste of her.

"Hold on honey.," Natasha gently caressed your cheek, twisting your head to face hers as she happily stole a kiss from your swollen lips., "Let daddy show you how mommy likes it.,"

Natasha moved over Wanda's other breast, slipping her tongue out she slowly swirled around the sensitive nub a few times, then she flattened the tip of her tongue out beneath the nipple, and began to suckle, Wanda's body arched into yours as Natasha's cheeks hollowed to get the milk to really start flowing, then she let the nipple go much to Wanda's dismay.

Natasha pulled you in for a sloppy kiss by the nape of your neck, giving you a taste of what's to come. The kiss wasn't sweet this time, she swirled her tongue around yours tauntingly, she had you panting within mere seconds. It was rather embarrassing how quickly these two were able to have you desperate for them, but it was far better than the quiet, obvious pining.

When Wanda whined she reluctantly pulled away with your bottom lip caught between her teeth, nibbling it ever so slightly to gauge your reaction. A smirk painted her features as a mix between a moan and a whimper left your lips., "Drink up baby, make mommy feel good, and then afterwards daddy will return the favor."

A playful wink was sent your way before she was standing upright again, her hands quickly fumbled to remove her belt, then her pants. Finally relieving her pulsating member from the harsh pressure of her slacks., "Oh shit...," she groaned at the sight of you working her wife up so well. Sounds of Wanda's moans and your slurping left her gently stroking herself with the same sentiment of a needed release.

"Open up .," Natasha husked, her fingers drumming across her wife's cheek, and as Wanda slowly opened her eyes she was met with Natasha's rock hard cock. Her whimpers of pleasure morphed into a moan, the idea of sucking her off while you drained her as well turned her on even further., "Milk daddy for all she has detka.," Natasha's tip tapped against her plump lips, and the cue was easily taken.

Wanda anchored a hand in your hair, while her other gripped onto Natasha's muscular thigh. Tears of pleasure slipped over her temples, matting her hair to her face as she allowed Nat to tenderly fuck her throat, the redhead was feeling sentimental, so she tempered her urge to destroy the brunette like she usually does.

The longer you suckled the more addicted you became to her ever flowing milk, it seemed like it was becoming sweeter, and you truly couldn't get enough of it. Add onto that the sounds of Wanda's obvious approval and you found your thighs clenching, "You're doing so well for your mommy, I can feel her every single whimper.," Natasha groaned as her finger tenderly stroked over your hollowed cheek, and you mewled at the praise combined with the gentle caressing.

An angry whine left you when the breast you were suckling ran dry., "It's okay little dove.," Natasha breathily shushed you, and Wanda guided your dizzy head over to her other breast that was aching just as bad as her jaw was.

Everything happened in a perfect sequence really, your leg had shifted between Wanda's when she guided you to her breast, giving her the perfect surface for the needed friction for her to rut against and reach her state of bliss. Natasha was close too, the buildup was slow, but the more Wanda's moans resounded around her shaft the tighter the coil wound.

"Oh fuck.," Natasha screamed as her hips stuttered, and all at once her release shot down Wanda's throat, Nat pulling back just to give her lover a bit of a facial., “Fucking hell detka, you look so hot with my load on your face.”

Wanda was gasping for air as she’d not only been deprived of the glory that is oxygen, but she’d also climaxed hard while suffocating., “Look at mommy baby, we did that to her.,” Natasha tapped the back of your head softly, you slowly unlatched from Wanda’s sore nub with a loud pop, and a messy slurp that had dribbles of your sweet treat trailing over Wanda’s collarbone. Looking up you saw the beauty that was Wanda Romanoff-Maximoff.

Her skin was flushed, with a sheen layer of sweat upon her skin, mouth wide open as she desperately tried to breathe. It was only as you slowly came out of your milk drunk haze that you feel her rutting against your black jeans. Slowly you crawled higher and without any hesitation you cleaned Natasha’s cum off of her face, moaning pleasurably at the taste of her.

“Wow.,” you were awestruck, this was what you’d always fantasized about, but you never actually thought you’d get to see., “Yeah.,” Natasha chuckled., “That was all us baby.,” you met her devious smirk with a dopey smile that had Natasha craving to hold you intimately.

"It's okay little dove.," Natasha coo'd, pulling you off her wife, who's body was still trembling with the after effects of her intense orgasm., "You did such a good job.," Natasha beamed at the sight of your dizzy state, then she leaned in to kiss you hotly., "Daddy's going to take such good care of you, but first we need to take this party upstairs, then I'll rail you senseless."

Your body tensed at the brash promise made., "Please, I need you so badly professor.," you whimpered against her lips, and she felt her semi-soft cock harden in between your bodies. She’d been called that many times in the last five years, but it never affected her until you said it so innocently during one of her Russian Lit seminars. When you, their sweet little neighbor uttered it, she nearly buckled at the knees; it filled her mind with vivid imagery.

The idea of fucking you in a short skirt from behind while marking up quizzes on your back. With her red marker she’d paint an A+ on a certain student’s work, it was her scarlet letter fantasy. Sometimes she’d imagine you on your knees for her, begging her to let you suck her cock, her debt inducing title slipping the more desperate you got to feel her down your throat. To right now, where she imagines fucking you so incredibly well, until you have no choice but to just pass out. She’s never been more needy.

“Oh baby.,” her lips pressed against your cheek.. “You’re such a pretty little whore for your professor’s cock.,” she slowly guided your hand down., “Aren’t you?,” a gasp left your parted lips upon feeling her throbbing against the pads of your fingers., “Yes, I-I am professor, can’t wait to be all filled with you.”

Natasha growled, your words and moan worthy grope of her shaft combined almost enough to have her take you now without a lick of mercy., “Go to the room, and sit pretty for me baby.,” she pulled you in for a rough parting kiss, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood., “We’re right behind you.,” her hand slapped your ass as you turned around, you moaned embarrassingly, and she chuckled.

“Did you see that detka?,” she softly whispered as she lifted her wife up off the couch., “She’s ours now, our little dove, no one else’s again.,” Wanda smiled up at her in a mix of blisses., “Nash malen'kiy golub'.,” she giggled in a hush, and Natasha pecked her lips amusedly., “Da.”

Upon entering the room she grinned at the sight of you with your hands on your knees as you kneeled with a smile and devious glint., “Good active listening skills Miss. Y/L/N.,” she greeted in her familiar professional tone, and she watched your innocent façade crumble as you gripped your knees and clenched your thighs., “Let’s see how you listen now.”

Natasha laid Wanda down besides you with care, her head landing softly on the pillows., “Professor Maximoff is a bit messy, and well it’s all your fault.,” she taunted from behind, her arm wrapping around you, and her hand softly clinging to your throat causing you to gasp harshly., “You’re going to clean her all up now baby, and as you do I’m going to fuck you from behind, hard and fast like a whore likes.”

“Do I make myself clear?,” she now gritted against the shell of your ear., “Yes Professor.”

Her hand slid back around, splaying flat against the nape of your neck as she’s swiftly pushing your face down into her wife’s slick covered pussy., “Get to work!,” you dove right on in excited for this golden opportunity. Licking slow, long strips seemed to work for her, she slowly met your tongues movement, and as she did you began to pick up the pace, and she followed in tandem with you.

Natasha watched your hole in awe, clenching spastically around nothing as you clearly found yourself growing far needier the more you pleasured the actual goddess lying underneath your lips. It was quite the sight to see, and it made her just as desperate to feel them doing that around her; wet and warm., “Oh fuck.,” she moaned in a broken voice as she slid into you, there wasn’t any resistance with how wet you were, but she felt your walls fluttering as they worked to accommodate the new stretch.

The room was a chorus of choppy, muffled sounds as the three of your bodies moved as one. Natasha pounded into you, her hands gripping your hips loosely, and as your body lurched forward, Wanda’s would move against it, and the rhythm never faltered on either end, the wives in sync as they wrecked you wholly.

After Wanda’s release flooded your mouth, you were able to focus solely on Natasha as the aforementioned sunk into the mattress with labored breaths., “Professor, please, more!”

Natasha faltered at the sound of your croaky voice., “Beg for it baby, what do you want?,” an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled your back against her front, she held you up effortlessly while continuing to fuck up into you., “I-I.,” you broke off into a moan when she began to suck a mark against your throat.

“Go on.,” she mumbled, continuing to mark the exposed skin as you panted heavily., “Wanna be full Professor, want you to fuck your cum into me, I don’t want you to stop either until it’s dripping down my thighs, please.,” her member throbbed, pulsing against your walls as your words held a heavy effect on her.

Wanda and Natasha locked eyes for a brief moment in time, your desperate request was nothing to take lightly, but with a set of smiles they were quick to give in to you. They knew you were on birth control anyways, so it’s not likely you’d get pregnant, but the main thought was that they wouldn’t care either way.

So you screamed as the redhead didn’t relent her pace, and you were encroaching unable to breathe as Wanda shimmied down, and began to play with your bundle of neglected nerves., “Fuck, you’re just so hot.,” Wanda began to mark your abdomen and fondled your breasts, making your body tremble even harder.

“I-I’m.,” you stuttered, tears now streaming down your cheeks as the pit nears painful, and without needing to finish your sentence the redhead gives you what you need., “Let go for us now Miss Y/L/N, be our most prized pupil,” and with a steadying hand now wrapped tightly around your throat you came hard, your slick gushing down and spraying out onto the sheets and landing all over an astonished Wanda.

Natasha groaned, of course you squirted, you always were an over achiever. Her hips rutted against your cunts clenching walls, hitting so deeply into you that you were already on the edge again., “I’m cumming baby, I’m going to paint your walls with my essence.,” hot spurts of white were released in you instantaneously, and you therefore writhed in her strong hold as another wave of blinding pleasure worked to consume your entire body whole.

Wanda watched the way her wife continued to thrust into you shallowly, every thrust pushing a mix of your releases back into you, and it was a sight she was trying to paint to her memory. Watching affectedly as you gasped for air with every one as she lazily circled your clit until you whined for her to stop, it was all too much, you were truly fucked out, and undeniably pliant., “Such a precious thing, our little dove.”

“All yours.,” you confirmed, and they smiled.

Natasha placed firm kisses to your shoulder after pulling out of you, with a smooth swivel of your body her lips found yours for a sweet kiss. Wanda’s essence transferring to her as she slid her tongue over yours in a quick circle, then she pulled away and pulled you into a soothing embrace, rocking you momentarily, and soaking the moment in before she had to begin heading into the oh so necessary after care.

Natasha gently laid you down in her wife’s awaiting arms., “I love you guys.,” they both shared an emotional smile, then Wanda pulled you tightly into her., “We love you too baby.,” her lips found yours briefly before she was adjusting the both of you to be laying down., “So very much.,” Nat added with a kiss to your forehead, and you sighed rather dreamily.

Natasha left you two cuddled up in the bed, making her way downstairs she whipped up a few sandwiches and collected waters for all. After ensuring the both of you were full in all ways, she wandered into the en suite and brought out all she needed. While she was gently wiping at Wanda’s sensitive folds, you were using another wipe to clean her face.

Natasha saw the look in your eyes, and her heart soared when she saw the true love, this wouldn’t end here, it will be something eternal. Only to be double confirmed when your eyes met hers and you never lost the loving glint., “What?,” you shyly asked and she smiled teasingly., “You’re just really beautiful Y/N.”

“Natty.,” you whined, hands flying up to your face to hide your silly smile, and she only laughed harder., “Don’t hide from me now.,” her hands gripped yours, separating them just enough to lean in and kiss you a few times., “Now get some rest, your day was long.,” you smiled, gently nodding before snuggling further into the exhausted woman’s hold.

Wanda held you tightly in her arms as she faded off to sleep. Her tummy, heart, and Y/N meter full up for the night. Natasha was just about to settle down besides you when the baby monitor went off., “I’ll get it.,” you tried to offer, but Wanda’s grip tightened., “net, moy.,” she softly growled in her sleep, and Natasha pressed you back down with a smirk., “Rest little dove, you’ve done more than enough.” (No, mine)

Natasha left the room with a final kiss to your snoring lips, and a wide, accomplished smile on her swollen pair. They finally have every last thing they could ever need, and there was no way they would ever let you go. Not when they loved you for far too long in the forced dark. And especially not when you find out a month later that your implant had been expired…

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[wandasmistress]

Revelations and Reprimands

Synopsis- Wanda overhears the conversation you have with Tommy and Billy when you think she isn't around, she is not pleased one bit when hears what you utter.

Pairings- Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings- Bad parenting (?)

Word Count- 3k

A/N- Gonna post this then dip for a few months. To my followers tho, stay super freaky, have great vagina, I love yaa!!

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The rays of sun up above were beating down on your exposed neck like an insistent hot skillet clad onto your back, the sweat glistened on your body making you look like a sizzling hot dog amongst the raging flames on a grill. The heat is the reason why you were only in a white tank top paired with old basketball shorts that have garnered numerous paint stains from moving into your current home a few years ago.

The blaring heat also being the cause for Tommy and Billy to be doused in layers of sunscreen as they protested against Wanda who was stern with them that she didn't want them to get sunburnt, making it her mission to lather every inch of their exposed skin.

As Wanda looked out the window she couldn't help but smile at the sight she had trouble keeping her eyes off of as she prepared a grand lunch for you and the boys. 

She was positioned in front of the sink washing the freshly picked strawberries from her very own garden that she took much pride in bragging about at PTA meetings and in her gardening Facebook group. Constantly glancing out the window to see your crouched form near the sliding back door, spray bottle in hand as you portrayed a concentrated demeanor coupled with Billy and Tommy’s kidlike shouts as they played on the swings with huge toothless smiles that made her heart spin thousands of times over. 

The cold water running down her fingers as she rubbed the ripe berries was a stark contrast to the heat berating you, but not more annoying than the bugs that sought to unionize in various places in your home. Pain from a stiff back and exhausting heat outweighed waking up at three am with a certain someone ripping all the sheets from the bed swearing to have seen a colony of ants congregating by her pillowside. Coupled with the constant excuses Tommy and Billy gave during dinner time, claiming there were tiny critters crawling around in their greens which was a clear lie, although the slight tensing of Wanda’s jaw showed her irritation.

Deciding to multitask with your outside chores, a large white garbage bag is stationed next to your figure, stuffed with various weeds that you had previously pulled from the ground. Now was the perfect opportunity to get this done so Wanda was no longer on your ass, complaining about how the weeds made her garden look messy. You, never being able to say no to her, made the decision for the chores to be completed sooner than later a reality.

Just as you set down the bug repellent to yank a dwindling mini weed, out of the corner of your eye you catch a literal settlement of small and big ants scurrying in a single file line. Your hand already grabbing the spray bottle as you didn’t hesitate to hose down the small colony. Eyes scrunched as you watched the ants scatter and disassemble.

What you failed to notice was Billy’s approaching figure with a quizzical look etched onto his juvenile face. As he came up from behind you with a question on the tip of his tongue Tommy rushed from behind, trying to get him to come back to the swings.

“C'mon Billy, one more round on the swings then we can have a slide race!” Tommy gasped out, his features exuding pure happiness as he attempted to tug his brother along. How he wasn’t breathless from running that long distance to where Billy was standing was something that stuck to the back of your mind.

But Billy was too focused on what you were doing, Tommy’s uproar of a claim already catching your attention and making you aware of their presence, your head twisting in their direction with a smirk represented on your face.

Just then Tommy let out a small squeal at the putrid smell that had just entered his nostril, his small hands coming to cover his nose swiftly.

“Don’t be such a baby, Tommy, it’s just bug repellent. Look mama’s using it to kill the bugs.” Billy stated with a smug smile on his face, knowing that statement would trigger him in some way because Tommy loved to claim he knew everything using the fact that he was older to support that idea. 

The smile on your lips broadens at the banter going on between the prepubescent boys that had started to occur after Billy’s words. “Hey, maybe you guys should take your talk over there. Your mom would kill me if she knew I had you guys over her next to these heavy chemicals.” You remarked as you pointed your gloved finger towards the play set with raised eyebrows.

But that idea was quickly cut off when Billy pointed his stubby pointer finger in the direction of the ground, your gaze turning to yet another wave of ants. You motioned for the boys to move back as you release another wave of chemical death toward the pests. A fresh wave of wind shifted some of the rancid mist in the direction of the boys. Billy’s face scrunched up in disgust while Tommy had let out a mantra of words that you’d never thought you hear come from his mouth in all his youthful glory.

“Holy shit! That stinks.”

An automatic laugh escaped from your mouth before you could really process the situation, Billy’s laughter not helping you reel in your initial shock to chastise Tommy. You blow out some air from your mouth before you try to act like an adult and reprimand him for his language. But the sight of Billy with his hands on his head and huge toothless beam made the thought of telling the kid who stood in anxiousness off. 

“Mama, why are you killing the bugs if they are outside?” Tommy asks in a haze of innocence.

You bite down on your bottom lip trying to find a reasonable answer to tell the young children, “These bugs tend to get inside no matter how hard I try to block them from the inside, you guys aren’t leaving the windows open when you’re not supposed to right?” You add at the end that gets some playful laughter out of the boys. Billy and Tommy chuckle as they grab their bellies, shaking their heads in the negative.

Their cheery laughter makes you look back towards them and question their honesty as you raise your eyebrows with a knowingly look in their direction, the only expression each of them gives is an expression with wide eyes and pressed lips, a look that you have known well when confronting them about their naughtiness. 

You exert a low chuckle at their mischievous behavior, “Don’t tell your mommy I said this but I think it’s her, she’s always leaving them open in our room and in the kitchen.” Silly beams were planted on their faces as they listened closely to your words.

You motioned them closer with your fingers, trying to create more distance from where you guys were huddled and the window you could see Wanda from, who was occupied with her back turned in the kitchen, “Hey listen, when I was in the backyard one day I could hear her singing in our room from all the way down here. Definitely better than Auntie Agatha’s.” 

Loud chuckles are released from their small lungs, the boys go into an uncontrollable fit of laughter when you mentioned Agatha’s not-so-enjoyable singing that she had no problem sharing when she came over every other weekend.

While the boys are coming down from their laughing fit you are quick to spray a spider web that has made its way awfully close to a window that was unsurprisingly cracked open. 

“These damn spiders keep coming back, so I thought if I kill their family they won’t feel at home here anymore. No more children to practice teaching how to spin a web with, and no more momma for them to find pleasure with.” You unconsciously spit out, whispering the last part under your breath. Forgetting the presence of your kids and their innocent minds for a split second, when you do there is a slight freeze in your motions afterward, but what’s the harm if Wanda isn’t around to hear it?

Unfortunately, Wanda had heard every word of that sentence. What you failed to realize was her presence leaning on the threshold of the backyard door. During the time you had been talking to Tommy and Billy, she had fully set up the outside table for the lunch she had completed, only staying to watch you three with a bright smile on her face when she heard the gracious laughter of her godsent boys.

A warm style remained on her face as she watched the sight of you three naturally conversing, but that snug smile quickly vanished from her face the second she heard that far-fetched sentence spoken into existence by you. A cloud of hurt waved over her just elated demeanor, as you told the story about killing the spiders family so it would no longer find your house a home and stay, it hit her close to home in the chest making her hug her stomach as a slight storm brewed within her.

A second before she was about to interrupt the laughter coming from the boys she witnessed something she wouldn’t have thought to occur for years, that specific something coming from her ten-year-old boys. She witnessed Billy and Tommy turning towards each other to exchange whispers with one another, fear and apprehension laced Billy’s face as Tommy had a poised expression. After their whispers, they nodded their heads toward one another and looked your way with that mischievous look they tended to hold when they were about to commit an indecent act.

“Fuck that spider's family.” Tommy voiced brazenly, his and Billy’s eyes gauging your reaction. Waiting to see if you would berate them like Wanda would have if she heard those words come from their mouths. After all, between their two parents, you were definitely the more laid-back one who let more things slide when you shouldn’t.

Wanda’s blood began to simmer at the lack of your reaction, her head tilting to the right as her jaw slightly clenched. Her infuriation rose to an all-time high when you turned around with a smirk on your face and uttered a string of words that managed to turn her evening completely upside down.

“That’s right, fuck their families.” The two giddy children broke into another fit of laughter at your lack of care for what the older twin had spewed moments ago and your response. All the laughter in the next moment immediately stopped with brief words coupled with a tone so daunting all the color drained from you and the two youngsters' faces.

“Thomas. William. Wash your hands.” Her tone was eerily calm as her eyes remained on your frozen figure and nowhere else. The boys quickly looked in her direction while avoiding eye contact, scurrying past her so she couldn’t scold them even for a second. When the boys were out of eyesight her gaze rested on you coldly, your eyes aimed towards the patio as your teeth kept your lower lip interlocked and your thoughts running rampant on all the possibilities of Wanda giving you a much-needed earful. 

Now Wanda knew where the trait of avoiding eye contact when in deep trouble came from which was deeply rooted in the boys. Being shaken out of her thoughts as your figure ascended into a standing position, your eyes finally met her. Wanda still held an appalled look, her eyes staring deadly into yours. A small whimper was released from your parted lips at her chilling glare. You don’t know how much she heard and you didn’t want to know, the thought of the unknown not bothering you in the slightest.

Putting down the bug killer and plopping your dirty garden gloves next to the canister, you make your way over to Wanda’s intimidating figure. A big lump in your throat prevents you from emitting coherent words from your mouth, you stand in front of Wanda, your ability to talk has suddenly disappeared and now you are looking foolish.

Although it doesn't show on your face your heart is thumping so hard like a sledgehammer is consistently pounding on your heart due to the panic coursing through your bones. Wanda’s silence coupled with her intense stare starts to move some gears inside of you that aren’t so appropriate for this situation. With your thoughts being loud, also before you can knock those thoughts out of your head she helps you, “Y/n.”

You stutter with a mixture of fear and nervousness from her intense gaze, “Ok, my bad. You know when you look at me like that it ju-” 

But she is quick to cut you off, not wanting you to deter the conversation from its true purpose, “Don’t.”

That instant you shut up and keep your lips sealed, shaking your head as a fidgety gesture. Her tone assures you of the wrath that is about to come, and rightfully so. Her hands are still crossed as she starts raining down her thoughts of pure discontent with your actions toward allowing the boys to behave that way without a scolding.

Billy and Tommy have neglected to actually go and wash their hands for lunch, instead peaking around the kitchen counter to witness Wanda uncrossing her arms, gesturing frantically with her arms. Your face is filled with regret as you shake your head after every word she says, not daring to utter a single word.

The children watch from beyond with wide eyes and stunned faces, Wanda’s voice starting to rise slightly as you fail to respond to any of the questions she asked. Tommy turns around to Billy with a worried expression, “Does this mean they are gonna divorce?” He whispered, his small body filled with too much unease. 

Billy looks over with a frightened look. “No Tommy, they can’t. When people love each other they can never stop, mommy and mama included.”

Tommy wasn’t at all relieved at Billy’s statement, his worry growing tenfolds at possibly being the cause of his parents leaving each other because of his actions. The boys turned back towards their bickering parents the second they heard your voice that had been radio silent for the past minutes.

“I know baby, I was joking. I promise you I didn’t mean any of it.” You tried to convey to her, knowing her history, internally punching yourself over and over again for even mentioning that earlier sentence. Your hands slowly approach her wrists to provide her some comfort.

She is quick to swat your approaching hands away as her blood is still boiling, her eyebrows scrunching in exasperation, “Don’t baby me right now. You shouldn’t be telling our children stories about killing a bug's family and then proceeding to laugh about it.” She states in such vigor you internally agree to shut the fuck up for the time being, “I don’t give a fuck if you were joking, Y/n, never do that shit again.” She delivers in a tone of finality, her head tilt returning again.

You shake your head in silent agreement, accepting the fact that you fucked up and need to do better. As you look away from Wanda’s piercing evergreen eyes you catch sight of Tommy and Billy peaking at you two from the kitchen, your eyebrows rising in surprise which causes Wanda to turn around and catch sight of them too.

Wanda lets out a strained sigh, pressing her palm against her forehead, not wanting Billy and Tommy to see their parents arguing has gone completely out of the window. Rubbing the creases on her forehead away before she makes eye contact with both of the boys.

Increasing the pitch of her voice she says, “I didn’t know you guys were there sorry, don’t be like your mommy, both of us.” Turning to give you a disturbing glare.

“How comes we can’t say it but you can? “Tommy suddenly implored with bunched eyebrows.

Wanda releases a quick breath in disbelief, shaking her head at the sudden gall he had to ask her such a question, “Because first of all I am an adult, but most importantly your mother.” Her previous high pitch voice was gone.

She thought she had finally cracked the audacity that spawned in the twins today but was taken aback when the next moment they turned their heads whispering to one another then snickering, Billy shoving Tommy’s shoulder with wide eyes, albeit still giggling. You stood where you were, with no intention of getting scolded again or going in between the wrath of Wanda and her parenting. 

Wanda tells them to share what they want to hide so badly, causing Billy to immediately stop his laughter and look like a dear caught in headlights, his eyes looking over to you for a semblance of help that you were afraid to even think about giving, fearful of Wanda’s deathly gaze adorning you again.

Tommy like the brave soul he has consistently appeared to be this evening had no problem telling Wanda what he was just whispering in his twin's ear, “Since that spider's family is dead now they don’t have a momma to pleasure…that it should come find you like Mama said earlier.” He ends with a finger pointing in your direction, practically slapping you while he is at it.

Fuck. Your facial features, body, breathing, and hell even heart stopped for those unsettling few seconds of silence, no one dared move as the tension was almost visible. Your eyes glued onto Wanda’s figure, her body unmoving, but damn was her mind was whirling with a million thoughts swimming words she rather the boys not hear at their young age. 

Your blood runs ice cold as you see Wanda slowly turn her head back in your direction. Her facial features are void of emotion as she deeply stares into your soul. You kept eye contact with her, afraid to even move a single muscle after she waved the twins away to their rooms. And once you saw her head tilt to the right you swear you saw a flash of heavens gates, at least this wouldn’t be the worst way to go out, staring into the eyes of your beloved wife who would be putting you there.

“Y/n!”

Oh shit. Yes oh shit indeed.

»

[sophiebaek]

Life at My Cottage:

The whole family loves to spend time outside exploring the land and especially by the lake near by.

Sophie will take the kids to garden with her; William always sneaks in some snacks when they pick strawberries.

Benedict (with the assistance of their neighbor Mr. Crabtree) built some swings outside the moment they found out Sophie was pregnant.

One afternoon they went for a picnic by the lake. With the sun high and full of splashes, the children all fell asleep as Sophie read them Alice in Wonderland. Benedict captured the moment with his charcoals and it’s his most cherished drawing.

It’s not surprising to find a cousin at My Cottage.

Sophie loves to hear the children play and laugh as she bakes with the windows open.

Charles always takes the lead when they go exploring. He must make sure all of the trees are safe to climb for his siblings (and secretly he wants to be first).

Alexander is always bringing Violet back flowers when he goes out since she can’t walk just yet.

In the few quiet moments, Benedict and Sophie like the dance as the sun goes down as their children snicker not so quietly from behind the bushes. An impromptu dancing lesson then ensues.

[tea-blankets-andstars]

P.1 Marauders era (boys) Six things:

James:

-gold jewlery

-long eyelashes

-smile bigger then the sun

-loves gardening

-can do the splits (uses it as a party trick)

-6'0

Sirius:

-cascading waterfall of curls

-deap ocean eyes

-resting sad face

-chaotic good

-hot cocoa drinker

-5'9

Remus:

-sweaters

-brown eyes that shine gold

-owns a flip phone

-only wears green and brown tones

-has a scar on his knee from a potion explosion 

-6'4

Peter:

-chess genius

-nose freckles

-loves herbology

-fuzzy socks

-has a 9 step sikncare routine

-5'6

Barty jr:

-little pants little shirt

-noticed but never seen

-always smells like lemon cake

-geinus

-loves watching thor

-6'7

Evan:

-loves anything strawberry

-has natural white hair and eyelashes

-stretch marks

-horrible eyesight but refuses to wear glasses

-nonbinary transmasc

-5'11 (says he's 6'1) 

Regulus:

-one storm grey eye & one light blue with a mix of emerald 

-trans

-secretly loves taylor swift (favorite album is fearless)

-rbf

-blind in one eye (the grey one) 

-5'3

Frank:

-raises cattle

-has a scar on his jaw (from walking into a wall)

-always wearing a hat

-loves ABBA

-has a sheep named barbie

-6'0

Lucius:

-first 2 years at hogwarts his hair was always in french braids

-gray eyes looked green in the sun

-practiced rbf

-swings cane like a baton

-loves horses

-6'2

Xenophilius:

-so pale you could see almost every vain and so that his eyes almost look purple

-trans

-taps feet to the song stuck in his head

-corduroy jackets

-loves playing card games

-5'8

✨ok those are them! girls are next