#and of course i love a homemade float such as this one !

[casawio]

my balanced dinner of diet dr pepper float

[the-iceni-bitch]

Mɪss Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ

Relationship: professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader

Words: ~3.7k

Summary: You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, f receiving oral sex, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms) celebrity lifestyle, America’s sweethearts, 6’7” Ari. SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: an early Christmas gift for all you lovelies!! I think it’s painfully obvious what this fic was inspired by and I’m not even a little embarrassed about it. They’re too cute!

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You waved exuberantly to the crowd as your float rolled past them, the cold autumn sunlight filtering through the skyscrapers and making the sequins all over your dress sparkle. It was absolutely freezing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. Not only had your tour ended up being even more successful than you had ever thought it could be, you finally got to realize your dream of singing in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Of course, there was something else that had you smiling like an idiot for the past few months. As soon as you got close to the parade’s end at 34th Street you could see him in the stands, holding what may have been the most adorable homemade sign you had ever seen while surrounded by a bunch of screaming tween girls. He was easy to spot since he was six feet seven inches, which made it even cuter each time he had to bend down to answer one of their questions until they all started squealing. Ari was your big, burly, all American man but also perhaps the softest teddy bear on the planet.

When they all saw you they started screaming, and you beamed back at them, laughing when Ari lifted a little girl onto his shoulders so she could see better. Yeah, he was too cute for you, everything the man did made your ovaries flutter. It was hard not to just give him moony eyes all through your performance, but you managed to share your attention with the other fans as you sang your new Christmas song. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much once you were finished performing, like they did every time you saw your beefcake of a man.

Backstage was a zoo but when was it not. Assistants flurried around you as they helped you out of your intricate costume. By the time a large, warm hand slid around your waist you were down to nothing but your bra and some leggings. It’s not like Ari cared about that, though.

“Hey princess.” Ari beamed when you squeaked before turning around to look up at him. “You were amazing.”

“Staaaaaaaahp…” you giggled when he bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, batting your hands at his chest when he teased his hands under the hooks of your bra. “Ari! We only have a few minutes before we have to go to your game, I don’t want your teammates teasing you about being whipped by your superstar girlfriend again.”

“Baby, if I minded their teasing I wouldn’t be dating you.” He kissed your nose once more before pulling your sweater over your head. “There, ready to go in record time.”

“Ari… Ari!” You shrieked with laughter when he flung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass a few times, your face heating up as he got closer to the doors and outside where you knew a pack of paparazzi were waiting to catch the two of you. “Ari!!!”

“Calm down, princess.” He dropped you to the ground and kissed you so deeply you couldn’t breathe for a second, then opened the doors and led you outside with your hand in his even though you were blinking and stumbling like a newborn baby deer. “I feel like they would have thought it was cute.”

“Maybe.” You waved at a few of the paps and made sure they got a good shot of you kissing Ari’s cheek before stepping into the limo. “They do seem to enjoy how much bigger than me you are.”

“Do they now?” Ari pulled you into his lap and started pressing kisses all over your face. “I also enjoy it an incredible amount.”

“Yeah, I bet you do, teddy bear.” You giggled when he leaned back and his face was covered in glitter. “Oh, I think your teammates are still gonna tease you…”

“What? Why?” Ari furrowed his brow until you held up a compact so he could see himself. “Yeah they might.”

“My poor teddy bear.” You pouted and wiggled a little bit in his lap before you began to slide down to the floor between his legs. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Yeah, princess, I’m not sure getting glitter all over my dick is gonna keep them from teasing me… ow!” He guffawed when you pinched his thigh before starting to drag his zipper down. “But whatever, I don’t care.”

You hummed in agreement before pulling his thick cock out of his pants and licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his shaft, keeping your eyes fixed on his when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. Ari groaned when you swirled your tongue around him, cupping your cheek gently for just a few seconds before curling it around your throat. The sensation of his fingers pressing against your carotid was one you welcomed, your eyes fluttering closed as you started bobbing your head up and down.

Every time you gave him head you marveled at just how huge he was; how he towered over you when you were on your knees; how your jaw ached as you stretched it as wide as you could; how even after so many months you still sometimes had to fight the urge to heave when he slid down your throat. His grip on your throat tightened as you started gagging around him, guttural grunts and murmurs falling from his lips as your drool slid down his shaft until it was covering his balls. Ari’s face was getting flushed as you kept going, and when he leaned forward and braced his massive thighs on either side of your shoulders you could have fainted.

His free hand gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles turned white when you brought your own hand up to fondle his balls, his gaze intense and full of affection as his thumb stroked your throat. He throbbed and twitched in your mouth as you brought him closer and closer, the taste of his precum coating your tongue before you swallowed him to the root again. You whimpered when he swelled even larger, your eyes beginning to water as you breathed deeply through your nose and gulped around his massive cock.

When he finally came down your throat you sighed, watching his face screw up and then relax as he let out a primal groan. Ari looked so good when he came, the way every muscle in his body would tense up for just a few moments before he would sag and breathe easily as he gazed at you with a sense of possession. You made sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he started to pull out, slurping up every drop of his cum until he slid out of your mouth with a pop.

“Not a spot of glitter on your dick, teddy bear.” You beamed at him as you licked your lips clean, purring when he cupped your chin lovingly.

“No, just all over my pants.” Ari couldn’t help but laugh about it, especially when you spluttered and tried to wipe it off but only made it worse. “Princess, it's fine. No ones going to notice.”

“They have flashbulbs, Ari!” You whined when he tucked himself back in and pulled you up to sit next to him. “Oh my god…”

You didn’t have any more time to worry before the limo came to a stop, squeaking and feeling yourself getting hot again as Ari helped you out of the limo. Thank goodness the man practically ran as he led you towards the team entrance, not giving the press a chance to pick up the sparkly evidence of you fellating him that was all over his pants. Even though he had to go warm up he still took a minute to say goodbye to you, kissing you several times before heading to the locker room while you waved adorably.

He was definitely falling head over heels for you, and he didn’t even care who knew it. There was definitely an unbelievable amount of teasing in regards to the glitter on his crotch and in his beard, but it was good hearted. All of his teammates could tell how happy he was, so even the barbs about him being a kept man for the rest of his life were filled with that sort of friendly affection that old friends shared.

There was also the fact that he seemed to play exponentially better whenever you were in the stands. Analysts were quick to point out that whenever you were watching him play he tended to double his receiving yards, it even became a little joke among the sports commentators. What could he say, he liked to show off for his girl. As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team and saw you cheering on the Jumbotron he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

The trend continued. Maybe it was because every time he caught a pass or made a touchdown he could look up and see you screaming your adorable head off on the Jumbotron, but he managed to set a new personal record for receiving yards. Over a hundred yards by the fourth quarter as well as two touchdowns, and he could tell you were proud by the way you were jumping up and down in the box. Yes, he was extremely tired and extremely sore after so much effort, but the smile on your face made it more than worth it.

Ari couldn’t shower and get dressed fast enough. He definitely got some exasperated looks from the rest of the team when he left them to give all the post-game interviews, but it was hard to care when he knew you were waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of the locker room you were right there, squealing happily and telling him how amazing he was while he lifted you off your feet to kiss you like a fiend. It was hard to control himself around you, but he managed to keep from feeling you up as you made your way to his car.

He couldn’t keep from feeling you up once you were in the Impala though. Every time he came to a light his hand was on your thigh or your waist, and when he heard your tiny little sighs he growled in response. You were starting to squirm in your seat too, and he knew exactly what that meant.

“Tell me how wet you are, princess.” Ari tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and toyed with the hem of your skirt while he waited for the light to change. “C’mon baby girl, I’ve been waiting all day.”

“Teddy bear…” you squeaked when he pinched the inside of your thigh and felt your face starting to get hot again. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy, my panties are sticky.”

“Yeah, I bet they fucking are.” He grumbled when the light changed and he had to focus on the road again. “Show me.”

“Yes Daddy.” Your heart was pounding in your ears as you slid your panties down your legs and hung them from the rear view mirror, wiggling even more when the air cooled the wetness that was between your legs.

It took all his restraint not to reach out and press them against his face. Yeah, he would have crashed the car, but dying with your scent filling his lungs was the way he wanted to go. He stopped himself just in time, though he did suddenly find himself speeding through traffic faster than the law allowed. When he finally pulled into the hotel’s garage he dragged you after him and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving your panties dangling from the mirror without thought.

“Fuck, I need you real fucking bad, princess.” Ari’s lips vibrated against yours as he growled with lust. “I haven’t had your pussy in almost thirty-six hours, it’s killing me.”

“I know, I don’t like it either, Daddy.” You wound your arms around his neck as he carried you to the elevator. “Feel so empty without you.”

“I know, and it’s a damn crime.” He nipped at your chin as the elevator rose to your floor, grateful that no other guests decided to join you as he was pretty sure your ass was hanging out of your skirt. “My poor baby girl.”

You could only moan in agreement when the elevator arrived at your floor, giggling when Ari poked his head out first to make sure there was nobody in the hall before he started towards your room. While he worked on the door you nibbled on his ear, writhing against him and whining until you were in the room and he threw you onto the bed. Ari grinned at you as he ripped his shirt off and undid his pants, giving you a few mischievous growls and barks before pouncing on you.

Even when he was domming you he was still so soft and sweet, calling you his good girl and pretty princess while he kissed your neck and peeled your clothes off your body. The way he looked at you once you were naked made everything below your waist clench, especially when he growled at you like a hungry bear who was going to eat you alive. Then he leaned down to pull your legs over his shoulders and do just that.

“Daddy! Oh god…” Ari just grunted against you in response as he ran his tongue all over your pussy until you felt dizzy. “Mmm, ‘s so good.”

Ari knew it was good, he fucking loved making you turn into a panting, whimpering mess with your eyes rolled back in your head. It made him feel like a god. Those cute little noises and the way your thighs squeezed his head while he drank his fill from your cunt made him purr like a jungle cat. You were so sweet and so creamy, and the way your little pussy would pulse against his lips made his cock get so painfully hard he had to start grinding it against the bed.

His tongue parted your pussy lips so he could push it inside you and you had to kick your feet so you didn’t lose it completely. They thumped against his back as he started to gently fuck you with his mouth, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as every muscle in your body grew tight. Every single time he ate you out he managed to bring you to the edge so fast it was unbelievable, and tonight was no different. You were trembling underneath him, your eyes already starting to flutter and your toes curling while his beard rubbed your sensitive folds raw.

When he pulled his tongue out of you and started sucking on your clit that was it for you. You sobbed his name and arched off the bed as you gushed sweet juices all over his face. He reached his hands up to massage your breasts and that just made it more intense, tears rolling down your face and your fingers yanking on his hair while he kept sucking and squeezing until you couldn’t breathe.

“That’s my good girl.” Ari was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he sat up between your quivering legs. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty after you come, princess. You think you’re ready for Daddy’s big dick, honey?”

“Mmhm.” You licked your lips and gave up trying to catch your breath when he yanked his pants down and kicked them away so you could finally see him in all his naked glory. “Want it so bad, Daddy.”

“Daddy knows, princess.” He moved slowly as he crawled on top of you, his massive body completely covering yours and making your pussy start throbbing even harder. “You just relax and let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.”

You nodded and drew in a shuddering breath when he reached between the two of you to start rubbing your clit as he lined himself up. Ari hooked your knees over his hips to keep you wide open for him, his eyes fixed on your face for any sign of pain or discomfort as he started to push inside you. Even though he wanted to just drive his cock deep and fuck your brains out, he was painfully aware of your size difference and if he ever hurt you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He could tell you were just as hungry for him, beaming at you when your hands clawed at his massive biceps when he finally got halfway in.

It felt like it took an hour, but when his hips finally met the soft flesh of your thighs you moaned and wiggled happily underneath him. Your body was slick with sweat and glowing, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Ari gripped your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to move, his lips ghosting against your throat when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you so wide it burned. You loved it, though, murmuring nonsense words of encouragement under your breath and locking your ankles at the small of his back.

When Ari really started to move you almost fainted, arching your body to meet his and whimpering when he sucked on your ear. He had hardly even gotten going before you were moaning and whining in his ear, your body spasming underneath him as you came for the second time and felt your muscles turning to jelly. Your pussy was so slick that Ari couldn’t stop himself from starting to slam into you, not that you minded. His breath was hot as he grunted against the sensitive skin of your throat, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of bruises in their wake while he shoved his cock so deep inside you you could swear you saw god.

Even though he had well and truly fucked you stupid he couldn’t stop murmuring sweet praises for you under his breath. Every ‘good girl’ or ‘pretty baby’ just made you slip further and further into the rosy haze of multiple orgasms as he wrung another one out of you. At some point he had rolled the two of you so your were laying on top of him, but it’s not like you could actually ride him in your fucked out state. So Ari was just holding your waist and moving you up and down on his cock like his own personal cocksleeve, grinning up at you the whole time and telling you how good and tight your pussy felt while you whined and drooled all over yourself.

“C’mon baby girl, you want it?” The teasing tone of his voice was still full of affection when you hiccuped as he fucked yet another intense orgasm out of your body. “Daddy needs to hear his princess say she wants his cum or I’m just gonna end up fucking you all night, and I’m not sure you could handle that, baby.”

“Mm-mm… Daddy…” you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, crying softly as you rested your face in the crook of his shoulder as he continued to drive up into you. “Please come inside my pussy, please. I want it, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.” Ari kissed the top of your head and gave a lewd grind of his hips, chuckling into your hair when you shuddered with another climax. “Can’t say no to you, princess.”

Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him swell and throb inside you, a low whine escaping from you when you felt the first hot, sticky spurt of his seed shooting inside your pussy. Ari held you close as he filled you to the brim, his big hands rubbing your hips while his body rolled under yours and he let out one of those yummy groans he always made when he got to come inside you. When you finally came to you were still on top of him, only barely able to lift your head and beaming at the sight of his face flushed red as he struggled to come back down.

“Hiiiiiii teddy.” You scrunched up your face adorably when he grinned at you and kissed your forehead. “I’d say that was a pretty good way to kick off the holiday season.”

“I’m gonna have to agree with you there, princess.” His thick fingers trailed along the curve of your spine and you felt like you could fall asleep just like that. “Definitely gonna have to keep it up. Speaking of holidays, though, I may have gotten you an early present, since we’re gonna be apart next week.”

“A present? Ari!” You squeaked and giggled when he reached towards the nightstand without letting you climb off him, shivering when the change in position made him rub right against your over sensitive clit. “That still gives you three weeks until Christmas, silly.”

“Well fuck me for wanting to spoil my girl.” He kissed all over your face and pulled out a small velvet box. “I know how much you like statement jewelry, so I figured the statement for this one could be just how smitten you are with your beefy football player boyfriend.”

“Ari… oh my god!” You sat up so fast when he opened the box you almost fell off him, grinning like an idiot when he caught you at the last second and steadied you while he showed you the ring. “It’s so big and sparkly!”

The moonstone in the ring was at least fifteen karats, and surrounding the center stone was a chain of labradorite that glittered under the low lights in the hotel room. As soon as he placed it on your right ring finger you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his face over and over and squealing with happiness.

“Everyone is gonna think we’re getting married now, teddy bear.” You rested your head against his chest once you made sure every inch of his face had been kissed at least once.

“Well, not quite yet, princess.” Like he hadn’t known the moment you said yes to a second date with him that he was going to marry you.

[lovings4turn]

ᯓ★ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐖𝐎 (𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒)

— or, lando wants to make your birthday special from the start

+ aka. some short and sweet fluff about lando celebrating your birthday with you . considering this a little gift to the absolutely wonderful @wintfleur who turned twenty today !!!! happiest of birthdays bestie ,, i love you so much !!!

you're unsure of the time as your eyes slowly blink open, heavy with a good night of sleep. birthdays, you believe, are the perfect excuse to wake up whenever you feel like it, no alarms necessary.

just as you push yourself up onto your elbows, a loud yawn escaping your lips, the bedroom door moves ajar to reveal a smiling lando, hair still messy and tousled like it normally is in the mornings.

"ah, so you're finally awake," he teases, wasting no time in making his way over to your side of the bed. "i've been popping in and out every ten minutes for like, the past hour."

lando stoops down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, pushing your hair away from your face as he pulls back with a fond smile. as he takes in your barely awake form, you swear you can see the amount of love radiating from his features; it's damn near golden, and you bask in his glow. 

"happy birthday baby."

"thank you," you smile, puckering your lips up for one more kiss. lando would have to be heartless to deny the birthday girl, after all, and so he grants your wishes instantly. 

"as much as i'd love to stand here 'nd keep kissing you, i have something i need to do. someone's special day, apparently."

lando’s expression is mischievous, and he wiggles his eyebrows at you as he slowly backs towards the door. 

over the course of your relationship with lando, you’ve learnt one very crucial lesson: never question him. especially not in moments like these, when he clearly has a trick or two hidden up his sleeve. and so you allow him to slink away, your curiosity piqued as to what he could have planned for you.

gentle clattering and a few mumbled curse words provide background noise as you slowly wake up further, the haze of sleepiness lifting the longer you sit upright. phone in hand, you scroll through the barrage of birthday texts and messages from your friends and family. a wide smile tugs at your lips as you allow the excitement of the day to bubble below your skin, electric and bright.

you sniff once, then once again, as a sugary, warm scent floats through the half-open doorway. you can hear lando hiss a little as the sound of a pan clashing into the sink prompts a laugh to escape you.

it doesn’t take a genius to work it out: he’s cooking. what he’s making, though, is still to be revealed. it’s far too late for him to think about baking a cake for you, yet the scent is no where similar to his usual breakfast of eggs or toast.

“you okay?” you call out, mirth lacing your tone.

“perfect!” comes lando’s response. “just stay put, gorgeous, i won’t be long!”

convinced, you do as told. and god, is it worth the wait.

lando swiftly reappears, an adorably out of tune ‘happy birthday’ accompanying his arrival. a large gift bag hangs from his wrist, and balancing precariously in his hand is a plate of pancakes.

they’re quite clearly homemade, a little uneven in size and shape, and topped with copious amounts of fruit and cream. baby blue candles are stuck into the top of the stack, the flames flickering mildly, and you think you could cry.

lando has never made you feel anything less than the luckiest girl in the world, but in this moment, you truly have no idea what you’ve done to deserve him.

he places one foot in front of the other, all of his focus directed to delivering your birthday breakfast to your lap safely. as his song comes to an end, lando presents you with your pancakes, his bright grin another sweet side.

the gift bag is placed onto the ground, and lando perches next to you on your bed, hand resting on your knee above the bedsheets.

“happy birthday, baby,” lando says, voice sincere. “make a wish.”

and when you blow out the candles, you don’t even need to make a wish; all you could ever want is right in front of you.

[kenzlovesyou]

kate martin x reader who loves to cook? maybe not a big back, but someone who loves cooking for others and trying new foods?

yes i love this idea sm thank you for sending! as always, requests are always open! i hope you guys like this one :)

Made With Love - Kate Martin x Reader

You loved to cook. Whenever you did, it brought back memories of your grandmother and a happy home. The smell of soup boiling on the stove, brownies in the oven, it all reminded you of love. So now, you think of love whenever you cook. You were never good with words, so you used taste to show your affection for others. You’d always imagined the day you would be able to cook for someone you cared the most about. Your cooking was “scared” though, so you always waited to save it for the right person

After dating Kate for about six months, you realized you finally found the person you loved most. The one you wanted to cook for. Kate was smart, beautiful, kind, athletic, the list went on. You couldn’t name one thing about Kate that you didn’t love. Well, except her away games. That you didn’t love. You hated being away from her. However, it posed as a perfect opportunity for you to prepare what you wanted to make Kate as a surprise for her return. You needed a dish that said ‘Hey! I missed you!’ but also something that said ‘I suck at words and I’m trying to say I love you’.

Of course, you settled on a romantic but simple dinner. Chicken and pasta. Besides the fact that it was something you knew how to make like the back of your hand, you also knew it was Kate’s favorite meal. You were so excited you just had to tell Kate to expect something special.

Y/n 💕

get ready for a surprise when ur home ;)

Kate ❤️🧸

Oh my

Y/n 💕

nonnonono stop not like that

Kate ❤️🧸

😂🤣 I miss you so much!

You smiled at Kate’s messages. They seemed dry, but that was just Kate. You hoped she was missing you as much as you missed her. You hoped she was finally ready to say ‘I love you’.

While you were semi starting to panic, you went to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients you needed. You wanted to go above and beyond for Kate, like she always does for you, and make homemade pasta. You searched through the aisles and definitely splurged on a few higher quality (but also higher priced) items. You told yourself it was for Kate, but really it was for both of you. Once you were finished picking out your assortment of items, you checked out and went home to get to work.

As you rolled out the fresh pasta dough you’d just made, your mind floated to your favorite thought: Kate. You simply loved the thought of her. Something about cooking for her felt so domestic to you and for once it wasn’t scary. It wasn’t scary to think about life with Kate. You knew she cared for you and you cared for her. She was your teddy bear and protected you from anything bad, you loved her more than anything.

You looked at the time. It read 4:45. ‘Perfect timing!’ you thought to yourself. Kate would be home around 5:30, so you should have everything ready by then. You quickly placed the store bought flowers you had gotten into a vase with water and an ice cube and put it onto the dining table. You took two plates out of the cabinet and dished servings onto them. Right as you placed the plates on the table, you heard keys jingling outside your door. There she was.

You ran up to the door and swung it open as Kate unlocked it from the other side. Kate saw you and her face immediately brightened up. She put her bag down and pulled you into a tight hug. You smiled as you snuggled into her, you’d missed this a lot.

“Hi, my sweet sunshine!” Kate said to you as she placed a soft kiss on your cheek. You giggled and took her arm in yours, dragging her to the dining room. “Hi baby! Come on, I made you dinner!” Kate was shocked to say the least. You’d told her about you special your cooking was to you and how you were saving your skills for when you fell in love with a special person. She remembered how she’d joked that in that case you and her would be cooking for each other in no time.

The two of you sat down to eat and you looked at her expectantly as she took her first bite. You looked up into her eyes hopefully.

“Baby, this is amazing! I can’t believe you did all this for me!”

“All for you, Kate kat! It’s just my way of saying…y’know..”

Kate stared at you, waiting for you to finish what you were saying. When you realized she really wanted you to say it, you finally let the words fall out of your mouth.

“It’s my way of saying that I love you, Kate Martin. I love you so much. And I’m sorry it took me so long to say it but here I am saying it now because I’m crazy about you. I’ve never felt this way before. I love you.” You spilled out your feelings at a quick pace, almost not stopping for a breath of air. Kate simply smiled and got up from her seat. She bent down to where you were sat at the table and kissed you. It didn’t feel like a regular kiss, something about this one felt so much more natural and much more full of warmth and love than all your other kisses had felt like. It felt explosive like fireworks.

“I love you even more, Y/n.”

Kate finally broke the kiss and you two returned to your dinner. Once it was finished, Kate happily washed the dishes and you put on a movie. Neither of you paid much attention to it though, you both finding the other much more appealing to look at.

“So,” Kate smirked, “since you made me dinner does that also mean I get dessert?”

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

clingy!higuruma headcanons

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

higuruma x reader, fluff, see also: higuruma with a clingy s/o

i know this isn't related to the request but i need to let y'all know because it's been floating around in my brain for weeks now. 

hiromi is extremely inept when it comes to technology. he types on the computer with one finger and doesn't even have a cell phone

he owns a sparkly pink flip phone, it's true he told me himself

jk he owns an iphone 6 with the same generic black case he's had since he bought it

anyways back on topic, if he's the one that's clingy, oh boy

this man works a 9-5 job but he's texting you every hour of the day

his texts are sweet and domestic: 'what are you having for lunch?' 'what are you wearing today?' most of them at least..... [1 image attached]

on my last higuruma headcanons post i said he's an excellent cook and that's still true btw

if you have an office job, best believe he's bringing you homemade meals during your lunch break whenerv he can

speaking of lunch breaks, he tries to schedule his to be at the same time as yours so he can visit you or vice versa

his office is basically tailored to you at this point: pictures of you framed and hung up on the walls, your favorite foods heavily stocked in his desk drawers, your coziest blanket folded neatly in the corner (a gift from him for your birthday last year)

if you can't take lunch breaks together for whatever reason due to your job, Hiromi will pack your lunches ahead of time at the beginning of the week like he's so obsessed with you (in his housewife era)

even if you went shopping for yourself, he always carries in the groceries for you

obsessed with giving jewelry as gifts, espacially for important days like anniversaries

in his eyes, it's a token to how much he loves you and your devotion to him (and he loves to take it off also)

a copper chain necklace with a diamond pendant for your 4th anniversary, a silver bracelet with his initials inscribed on the inside for only you to see

luckily this man has a high paying job or he'd be broke asf

of course, his favorite part of the day is coming home to you. (he's the little spoon btw)

he takes dinners with you as an opportunity to cook you new dishes and experiment a little himself

if you're not japanese, he'd try to learn dishes from your culture to make (!!!!!!!!)

bonus points when he surprises you with them after you've had a long hard day

he's an expert cook but i can just imagine him severely fucking up biscuits and gravy or something (cue "I THOUGHT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE THAT????")

[mrchiipchrome]

Hi prompt 32 with Fridolina Rolfo please if you are still taking prompts

prompt 32. -It’s you and me, always forever.

If you want to request, there's a prompt list linked in my masterlist.

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“KANELBULLENS DAG PEOPLE, NATIONAL HOLIDAY! You get a cinnamon bun, and you get a cinnamon bun, and the biggest one is for you my love.” You enter the Barcelona locker room hollering in Swedish, a large paper bag in your hand. 

Handing each woman in the room a cinnamon bun, they each quietly thank you, some pressing small (or in Pina and Patri’s case, really sloppy) kisses to your cheeks. The steam floating off the baked goods gives the women an indication of their freshness.

Placing the last and biggest one in your girlfriend's hand, you can’t help but watch as her entire face lights up. 

You had both been missing your native country a little extra lately, and celebrating the holidays that were so important to the swedes always reminded you of home. 

It was especially fun to see the confused expressions on your teammates' faces whenever you burst into the room with traditional clothes on or different types of homemade sweets in your hands.

“Not that I’m not appreciative of this, but why did you get us cinnamon buns?” Lucy asked you, face full of joy and simultaneous confusion. 

“Ohh, in Sweden there’s a holiday called kanelbullens dag where we just eat cinnamon buns. The day actually originates from this company who in celebrating their 40th anniversary made a day solely for cinnamon buns.” You tell the team in between bites of your own cinnamon bun.

“So, you just have a day for eating cinnamon buns?” Mapi asks, still confused about the whole thing.

“Yeah pretty much” You reply, the crunching of the sugar pearls filling the room. As you look around the room, you see everyone eating their cinnamon rolls happily and you can’t help but be filled with joy.

The joy that the cinnamon filled bread always brought to everyone back home extended out to the locker room and you couldn’t help but smile. Smile at the childish expressions filled with satisfaction and genuine happiness.

You get pulled back into reality by your girlfriend placing her legs across yours, the woman sending you a smile sweeter than the treat you’d just finished.

“Tack älskling, det var verkligen fint av dig att göra det här.” Frido tells you, the beautiful smile lighting up her face in that delightfully unique way. Leaning your face closer to hers, you bring your thumb up to the corner of her mouth, wiping away the little cinnamon that rested there.

You lick the sugary sweetness off your thumb before telling her,

“Du vet att jag älskar dig, visst gör du? Det klart jag kommer göra saker för att göra dig glad.” You tell her softly, only so that she can hear you. The others didn’t need to know, they’d only tease you for being whipped.

“Jag älskar dig med” She confesses, planting a loving kiss on your forehead before getting ready to walk out of the room. 

You catch her hand in yours before she can move too far away from you. Pouting your lips, the blonde quickly gets the hint and gives you a passionate kiss, on your lips this time.

After she pulls away, you keep her near to press a few more pecks to her lips.

“Baby, it’s you and me, always forever. I’m yours until the end of time, it’s my only mission to make you smile.” You whisper against her lips, the blonde’s cheeks darkening several shades.

You would run across the universe and back if it meant you could get your girlfriend to smile just that much more.

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Translations:

Tack älskling, det var verkligen fint av dig att göra det här. - Thank you darling, it was truly sweet of you to do this.

Du vet att jag älskar dig, visst gör du? Det klart jag kommer göra saker för att göra dig glad. - You know that I love you, right? Of course I’m going to do things to make you happy.

Jag älskar dig med - I love you too

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STWG Daily Drabble 2/11/2024

Prompt: Date Night

Eddie opens his eyes, straining against the too-bright lights of his hospital room. He’s been drifting for god knows how long, flitting in and out of consciousness after waking up here in perhaps the biggest shock of his life. He really thought he was a goner, thought they all were. The party, Dustin, Steve. Eddie stiffens. God, where is Steve?

“I’m here,” Eddie hears to his right. He can’t really move his head when he tries, but he doesn’t need to. There’s only one person who can read Eddie so clearly.

“Steve?”

“I’m here, Eds. Don’t worry, love, I'm not going anywhere.”

Eddie hums, reaching out a hand in search of his boyfriend’s. He feels it’s weight against his own like an anchor, keeping him from floating away on the tide of pain meds coursing through him.

Slowly, Eddie finds himself slipping back into his body, registers the room around him. There are flowers on the table to his left— a little planter of black and red pansies, his favorite. There’s a light offering of Wayne’s homemade chicken soup on the rolling table by his feet, tea candles with little pieces of orange paper in place of flames.

“Yeah, they uh, they wouldn’t let me actually light them, but leaving them unlit didn’t have the same effect.” Steve rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he explains.

“What is all this?” Eddie asks. He knows the answer, his chest feels lighter than it has in hours? days? (he really has no frame of reference for how long he’s been here) to see it all laid out in front of him. He still wants to hear it anyway.

“It’s Friday, baby. You had to know I wasn't going to let you miss date night.”

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Hawuuuuu can I request 9. pressing their foreheads together with Druig

Thank you

A/N - HAWUU! I love this! Thanks for requesting this, friend!

Strong

Summary - Druig reminds you of your strength

Warnings - Just some fluff :)

“Ya seem glum today,”

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Druig,”

Druig hummed, seeing you hold your knees to your chest and look out the window of your room on the Domo, seeing the raindrops hit the window in a thunderous rhythm as a clap of thunder was over the ship.  He cocked his head at you while he stood in the doorway of your room, not wishing to intrude without your permission.  He knew your room was a sacred place for you, a retreat when things were stressful or tough out in the field or against Deviants.  Druig was the same with his own space, though his room had fewer things and was more bare.  Not your room, filled with small trinkets and homemade gifts from humans that brought a coziness to your space.

“I have a hunch it has something to do with Ikaris,” Druig said, though mentioning the second in command made him squirm for a brief second.  Of course, it was well known that Ikaris and Druig were not the best of friends, nor would they ever be.  Ikaris, though a great leader and fighter, sometimes didn’t catch social cues and was subtle on certain topics. Although it was fun for Druig to see Ikaris make himself comical and almost a fool, he also hated it when that would affect others whom he admired.  Sometimes it was Sersi, sometimes it would be Kingo or even Phastos.

And now it was you.

You said nothing when he mentioned Ikaris, which was enough for Druig to know that he was right.  He then gestured to the doorway into your room, “May I come in?”

You nodded, still watching the window and the raindrops falling down on the window while Druig made his way over to you to sit across from you on the window still.  He felt it in the air as your bright eyes that reminded him of the fresh grass in spring stayed on the glass of the window.

“Ya shouldn’t take anything that Ikaris says to heart, half of it is basically him filled with hot air,” Druig explained as he cocked his head at you.

“He thinks I’m a weak fighter,” You mumbled, Druig paused as he heard the bitterness in your tone while you hugged your knees tighter to yourself and rested your chin on the top of your knees.  It seemed so silly to be wallowing over a simple comment, especially from Ikaris since you too knew of him being a bit too pompous at times.  But that day, after taking on a Deviant on your own and barely driving the assault, Ikaris made the side comment as you walked up to the Domo doused in Deviant blood.  

You walked past him, trying not to bite back at him or punch him across the face from the comment.  But you could hear Thena scolding him as you made your way to your room to cry in the hot shower.

“He’s a liar,” Druig stated, no longer sounding light or aloof like he did moments before.  You finally looked away from the window and over at Druig, seeing him across from you and giving you a sincere gaze that was both truthful and with a hint of anger.  You knew that look on him, it was a look that was laced with truth and in being stubborn in his ways as he then softly smiled.  Something about that smile on his face, it made your stomach flip and flutter.  It didn’t help that he was close enough for you to see how blue his eyes were and how his hair delicately swept over his forehead.  

“You’re one of the strongest fighters we have,” He explained, though you rolled your eyes and was about to look away.  He reached over to take a hand in his, lacing your fingers together to have you look at your connected hands with your breath floating away, “Your strength comes from within.  Something Ikaris can never have himself, or a lot of us for that matter.  I don’t think I have that kind of strength either, and I wish I did.  It’s one of the greatest things I admire about ya.”

Hearing this from Druig, from the Mind Controller himself, made your heart beat a little bit faster.  Feeling his hand in your hand, seeing his eyes pouring into yours to show you that he wasn’t lying, He gave the sensation of being safe, of being important to him, and most of all, being home.  Even after being on the planet for some time and having a strong bond with all the Eternals around you, there was never a time you felt like you were home.  Not until now.

Druig leaned forward, touching his head with yours as he was still pouring his eyes into yours and you were stricken in shock.  He was so close to you, you breathing in his unique scent that was on his skin and seeing his handsome face right there.  How close he was, how intimate it felt between the pair of you, it made you dizzy and yet strong at the same time.  Everything else faded away like the mist, and you were suddenly falling harder and harder for him with each passing second.

“You’re stronger than ya know,” He whispered to him, the soft tremble of his voice made you shiver, “If ya don’t believe, I’ll make ya believe it,”

As he kissed you for the first time in your room, you felt like you had enough strength to take on Ikaris tenfold. 

The End

February Prompt Session

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Cottagecore/Self-Reliant/Self-Sufficient S/O with a green thumb 👍 with Carrie White, Norman Bates, Candyman, Bishop, and Anton Chigurh.

Carrie

She absolutely loves this idea and lifestyle, but can't really for the life of her keep a plant alive. As much as she tries it just doesn't flourish as much as she wants and it makes her a bit sad. Just another thing to the list that she can't seem to do right

Being able to watch you light up so many rooms with so many different plants, some she's never seen or heard of before, amazes her. She loves the look and spends a lot of her days sitting and doing small chores or reading in your plant room

They make her unbelievably bright and happy and she loves to learn about each plant you have when you tend to it and will surprise you by doing her own research

She remembers just about everything you tell her about the plants and tries her best to gift you some smaller ones she finds when she's out

I believe that Carrie would absolutely be a trinket collector and would have the best days and fun going out with you to the nearby lakes and ponds for picnics or walks. Rocks and pebbles, pressed leaves and flowers, all that and more

Norman

It's good to have hobbies and interest, especially when Norman happens to be busy most of the day. Thankfully for him, however, your hobbies are ones that he can keep up with as well.

I'm certain Norman is a bit of a green thumb as well, he has to keep up with the property somehow. He'll be forever grateful if you ever want to pitch in for him to get some work throughout the day out so he has more time to spend with you, even if that time is gardening

It's good for you to be keeping him up to date as well. While your interesting aesthetic isn't something he's used to seeing it certainly does liven up anywhere you go. Norman doesn't change things up too often, so he really needs a wardrobe change

When he isn't bugging you too often though, he does spend his time making delicate and floral based taxidermy for you of various small animals. A lot of the design choices come from flowers and plants he's heard that you're fond of or some he's plucked behind your back

Candyman

Daniel thinks it's a beautiful thing that you're able to be enough for yourself, especially when he can't be there constantly. Not like he could do much for you anyways, but you're still well off.

He's a man of taste and is pretty well versed in your plants and how to help you tend to them, but occasionally loves to hear your input and advice on doing so. It's one of his favorite pass times with you, making him feel at peace for the first time in a very, very long time

It does happen to make his chest rumble a little bit, seeing as his bees desperately want to get out and smell some fresh flowers for once. Within a certain distance from you you'll be able to hear the anxious humming and buzzing of all of them underneath his coat

As if he didn't do this often anyways, he almost always brings you home flowers as often as he can, but mainly the types you can replant/pot if you'd like to keep them and frequently will take you on dates that rely on the weather. Walks and picnics secluded in the forest are his preferred places. If you thrive, he thrives

Of course, he's also always looking forward to your homemade, organic treats and goodies on the way there

Bishop

The amount of relief that Bishop has taken off of his shoulders is immeasurable. You'd be surprised, or not, to learn that not a lot of Earth plants can survive on the ship, even with 24/7 monitoring and care. Most of the plants you see in the corridors and offices of the ships are either fake to easy the homesick epidemic floating around or plants from various other planets

Bishop himself is decently knowledgeable on the various plant and vegetation on the ship and he's more than happy to sit and teach you the ups and downs of space greens. It's most important on this ship to know how to be self reliant, especially when it's such a dangerous area to be stuffed into. A lot of the things in and around this ship can kill you, so his teachings are mandatory

There happens to be a lack of botanists on the ship that Bishop would be more than happy to train right next to him; even more so with it being you. And as much as he appreciates your comfy style and personality, he does have to hand you a typical lab uniform with a pitiful smile

Your work ethic is something that he swoons over the moment you do decide to work next to him. Bishop may seem like he's got a stick stuck up his ass, but no one gives him the time of day to figure out that she shows love and appreciation differently, especially when it comes to talking data and interests with you. You'll notice one of his small gestures is giving you itty bitty foreign plants that the two of you have been studying to see if you can keep it alive

Anton

Well you certainly look... interesting. You're an odd one, but it's a bit refreshing to come back home to after however long he's been away. There is never typically an element of surprise that will be able to catch him off guard, but seeing what new project you're up to every time he sees you if a close contender

He's more than relieved for you to be so self-reliant and be able to keep such thriving gardens and structure, it gives him less to worry about. You'd think he wouldn't have any cares in the world, but you'd be surprised

You constantly send him on his way with treats and small foods that you swear he needs; when was the last time you say him eat with your own eyes? Exactly, and it's hard to have him for long enough to enjoy a nice warm dinner

Anton doesn't speak much on his work life or about home life in general, but doesn't mind your talk. He appreciates your lack of small talk and tendency to jump right into filling him in on what's been going on since he's been gone, what you've been growing, clothes you've made, and small new additions to the home you've made. He'll blankly smile down at you in the garden as you crouch down and show him the growth and greens, inching to the left every so often to look at the other patches down the line

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hey! i have a question about heaven i hope you don't mind - what's her favourite memory of arthur and what do you think is his favourite of her?

Sweetie, of course I don't mind. Quite the contrary, I am THRILLED by your question. Thank you so much for asking! 🖤

Arthur would tell you about the first time his wife came to visit him in his garage. It had been open for two weeks but Heaven didn't have time to check on him during the day since she was busy prepping her own little shop next to their house. That one day he was fixing a car's tire, swearing and grumbling until he heard his wife's voice calling him. When he turned around, he was met with her beaming smile and her long white hair floating in the wind behind her. She was carrying a plate of homemade cookies. After putting the trail aside, she jumped in his arms, giggling like a schoolgirl. The pride and love Arthur felt was something he would never forget. It was at this very moment that he understood he had everything he could ever dream of: her and her love.

As for Heaven, she would probably pick that one time they wanted to paint small decorative details in one of the bedrooms of their forest cottage. They had barely started when Arthur realized he brought body paint instead of regular paint. Upon this discovery, Arthur soon swore like a sailor while Heaven nearly died laughing at the sight of her husband yelling at PAINT. And then a mischievous idea popped into his mind: he dived his hand into the colorful liquid and smeared paint on Heaven’s porcelain skin. How it ended up with them laying on the wooden floor naked and body painting each other is still a mystery, but for sure it’s one of her most cherished memories of her man.

✞ This reply is related to Heaven in Your Eyes. An Arthur Shelby x You series.

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neutral, chap. 25 (dream smp x reader)

series summary (in game!au) when an exiled tommy finally rebels against a manipulative dream, he finds safety in neutral territory, a place owned and guarded by you. staying in your safe haven opens up the younger one’s eyes to your way of life, while also revealing your deeper past before neutral; a past that involved a war for your love.

chapter summary technoblade and tommy live out their days in the tundra. a visitor both expected and unexpected arrives at last..

warnings swearing

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technoblade found himself staring into the distant tundra more than he would care to admit. he just prayed to the gods every time he glanced into that endless snow that he’d see her trudging figure juxtaposed against the horizon. but the longing voices and the aching of his heart wasn’t enough to simply make her appear in the distance; only her own two willing feet could do that.

but of course, he always imagined that the one time he wasn’t looking would be when she was finally approaching.

“y/n!”

technoblade immediately rushed around the side of the house, only to see tommy petting one of the chickens that roamed free around his warm cabin. tommy looked up.

“hey, techno,” the boy spoke innocently. “need something?” techno watched as tommy scooped the chicken into his arms with no resistance. the usually skirmish animal didn’t show even a shadow of complaint, even nuzzling into tommy’s chest.

technoblade let out a long huff. “you did not seriously name a chicken after her.”

tommy immediately let out a loud laugh; the chicken didn’t even startle at the abrupt noise. “is that why you came running? you heard me call to the chicken?”

“oh, well..”

“god, you’re a simp, man!”

techno just shook his head as if that would rid the rush of voices. “we’re just gonna ignore that ya named a chicken after y/n?”

tommy scrambled to answer, “i-i mean.. chickens are motherly!”

“really? that’s your defense?”

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“can y/n come into the house?”

“no.”

in just a week, tommy grew attached to the serene chicken. he constructed a new coop for the roaming chickens to nest in, a special bed for y/n especially, and insisted on making homemade feed to “improve egg production”; technoblade suspected it was all mainly to continue pampering the favored chicken.

“c’mon, tech,” tommy whined, the chicken cradled contentedly in his arms. “it’s freezing out there!”

“i live in the tundra, tommy,” the hybrid grumbled plainly.

“it’s supposed to be the start of a blizzard tonight,” tommy sighed. “c’mon, tech, please.”

techno looked to the chicken again, who had her eyes closed peacefully, embracing the warmth tommy brought. i’m going to regret this, he thought over the voices’ complaints. technoblade opened the door wider.

“fine. but just this once.”

tommy cheered, racing into the house and toward his room with the chicken.

technoblade sighed again as he closed his door. “when did i get soft?”

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the storm was just starting to pick up outside when technoblade settled with his book. but even after ten minutes, he couldn’t quite seem to focus. the voices filled his senses with useless thoughts, and so instead he took to watching the snow float past his window.

‘i wonder if she’s alright.’ ‘do you think she’s made it out of the nether yet?’ ‘l’manburg’s too stupid to find her.’ ‘at least we have tommy back.’ he listened to the incessant droning with little consideration, until the many voices formed together to warn, ‘behind you.’

he immediately turned around, his hand instinctively reaching for the axe he had leaned next to him, only to be greeted with the sight of the favored chicken behind him. she clucked quietly at him.

“you’re all useless,” he muttered to his mind, settling back into his chair with a huff. she clucked again at him to draw his gaze. he shook his head at the animal.

“i’ve gone soft, haven’t i?” he questioned uselessly. the chicken’s head twitched into an inquisitive tilt. techno would’ve laughed had he not been so tired. he sighed out, reaching his open palm toward the chicken. she immediately pattered forward and brushed her feathery neck to his warm hand with a sound cluck.

in the strangest way possible, techno could understand why tommy had likened this chicken to y/n. it was oddly calm for a chicken, not frightened by any of the household men but also not completely unbothered by them. if she had been unbothered, technoblade imagined she would have left tommy’s embrace soon after he picked her up.

“you’re a weird little chick,” he spoke aloud again. the chicken abandoned his hand to push against his clothed leg. “you should be running from me right now. i like chicken soup.” she just clucked again, settling decidedly against his leg. techno sighed again before finally picking up his book. and for some odd reason, he was finally focused enough to read.

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“he’s still with the chicken, huh?” philza chuckled when he saw tommy chasing around the sweet chick as she pecked at some of the scattered feed.

technoblade just shrugged. “he’s found a weird outlet for missing neutral, i think.”

“yeah,” phil laughed out. “oh, um, speaking of which..” techno watched as phil fished something out of his pocket. after a moment he presented an emerald ring. it wasn’t poorly crafted by any means, but it was most definitely a first trial. “a crow came back with this.” techno connected the dots and tried to ignore the race of his heart on top of the voices growing in volume. “judging i sent them out about a week ago.. she can’t be more than a week or two out now.”

‘she’s close.’ ‘she’s close!’ ‘god, i can’t wait to see her smile.’ ‘i hope her journey was safe.’ ‘is safe. don’t get too ambitious.’ ‘i hope she’s excited to see you.’ ‘i imagine she’s excited to see anyone at this rate.’ ‘i hope she gets here soon.’

philza, who always had a sixth sense for when the voices were meddling in his son’s mind, placed a grounding hand on technoblade’s shoulder. “she’ll be here soon enough, mate.” he turned his gaze and techno followed it to watch as tommy scooped the chicken up in his arms with a laugh. “we’re just playing the waiting game now.”

…

“dinner’s ready when you two are!” philza called out before returning to the warm interior of his house. tommy and technoblade shared a look and put down their gardening tools.

“race you in!” tommy yelled out, scooping up his favored chicken and running to the home. technoblade just sighed before walking after him.

when he entered the warm house, the chicken was picking at a small bowl left for her by the door. when technoblade turned his unamused eyes up, philza just shrugged at him.

“chickens have to eat, too.”

“sure,” technoblade grumbled in response, taking a seat at the table as philza set his plate in front of him. they ate with minimal chatter for a few moments before tommy spoke up.

“where do you think y/n is right now?” he inquired, gaze training on his warm plate.

philza and technoblade shared a look. technoblade raised his eyebrows at his father and philza cleared his throat, offering, “if we’re lucky, she’s headed here.”

tommy looked up. “you think so?”

“her safest option is here,” philza continued with a shrug. “she can’t go to l’manburg without risking a hell of a lot, she’s suicidal if she goes to dream, even eret’s is a risky option with ghostbur being there. l’manburg tends to stay away from here.”

“for good reason,” technoblade interjected.

philza chuckled, “yeah.” he shrugged as he loaded his fork with more food. “the only other logical place for her to go is..” he shook his head, “to foolish.”

tommy’s hopeful look faltered. “right. i forgot they knew each other.”

there was a moment of silence as philza and technoblade scrambled for a comforting word.

“she’ll come,” technoblade offered up. tommy’s head snapped up to him. he just shrugged at the younger boy. “she will.”

tommy’s shoulders seemed to relax. “yeah. yeah, she will.”

...

“y/n? y/n!”

though the call for the chicken was now a begrudging frequent in his life, it still made technoblade freeze every time. but the voices were quick to remind him of the damned feathery creature and techno just sighed.

“tommy, how many times do i have to-”

but when he rounded the corner, all of the breath left his lungs. he couldn’t even think to be snarky or teasing or anything he usually was in her presence. because holy shit, she was actually here.

y/n had tommy wrapped securely in her arms, face alight with pure joy and relief as her closed eyes fell into tommy’s chest. and then those beautiful e/c eyes were open and on him and he had never felt warmer in the freezing tundra.

when tommy pulled off of her he immediately sensed the two’s eyes locked and let out a quiet, “i’ll get some cocoa started. get your ears ready, ‘cause i have some things to tell you, woman.”

she gave him a smile, turning from techno for just a moment. “i can’t wait.” she watched as tommy scampered off before turning back to the hybrid. he couldn’t even find the words to say to express his relief. the voices were dead silent. “i would’ve been back sooner, but i had to stop and trade for warmer clothes.”

‘been back’ one of the voices helpfully repeated. as if this place were like a second home to her.

“you don’t have to justify your timing to me,” was all he could say, shaking his head as his body naturally leaned toward her. he caught himself in a step and scooped her into his arms before either of them could say anything else. she laughed out as her feet left the ground, wrapping her arms around the strong man. “’m glad you’re safe.”

“me too,” she muttered into his chest. 

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Tony/Bucky #7

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“I am crying and the onion is laughing.”

Tony/Bucky; Rated T

Tony was trying, okay? His boyfriend lay on the couch on the other side of the common room, surrounded by a variety of mugs filled with tea. One in the alpine mug that Tony hadn’t let steep long enough, another in the Iron Man mug that had Tony left steeping so long it turned cold. A third, in a palm tree souvenir mug from their vacation last summer that Tony had made with caffeinated tea instead of caffeine-free, and then finally, a fourth LOVE WINS mug that Tony finally managed to get right. 

Bucky currently dozed amongst the teacups, having caught a flu that had been designed to only affect supersoldiers. Lucky for Steve, he was in Europe on a SHIELD mission. Unlucky for Bucky, he hadn’t been sick in decades and seemed to be hit worse than Tony thought was fair.

So, of course, Tony mother-henned. 

As Bucky snored, Tony looked over the kitchen island to confirm that the man had enough pillows, was wearing cozy socks, and had water readily available in addition to teas before turning back to his cutting board. 

How the fuck did someone make homemade chicken soup?

JARVIS had a recipe floating on a tablet in front of him and Tony was a scientist, dammit, he can follow instructions…most of the time. Except, that the recipe didn’t exactly explain the best way to cut an onion, and nowhere on the webpage did it explain that halfway through doing so his eyes would blur and senses erupt in revolt against him.

“God dammit!” Tony wiped at his eyes. Across the room, Bucky stirred. Tony could barely see him through the chopped onion-blur, but the blanketed blob shuffled on the couch, so Tony aimed the chef's knife at him and ordered him to be still.

“Is everything okay over there?” Bucky asked. 

“Everything is fine. We’re on step three of the recipe.” Tony’s vision cleared somewhat, well enough to see Bucky sitting up on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, blinking towards Tony. 

A moment of hesitation before Bucky continued, “And what is step three?”

“Easy. I am crying, and the onion is laughing.” 

Bucky pressed his lips together against a smile. “Oh, right.” 

“I hear the tears add extra flavor.”

“Tony, you don’t have to do all this, I promise I’m--”

“I swear to god, James Buchanan Barnes, if you tell me you’re fine one more time, I’ll be adding your tears to this recipe.”

Bucky snorted at the incredibly empty threat. The snort turned into a cough, which turned into a groan, which turned into Bucky laying back down on the couch under his blankets.

“That’s what I thought. One tear-filled homemade chicken soup, coming right up.”

[deathofafoureyedferret]

My Scary Valentine

WARNING: Mentions of seizures, fluff, little bit of angst, lots of smut, polyamorous relationship, fingering, cunnilingus, jealousy. Don't like it don't read it. This isn't coming out no where near Valentines day and it wasn't part of the request, but I thought setting it during Valentines day.

Ship: Bayverse (2014/2016) boys x Chubby!Autistic!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Request from @ceciliawastaken : Hey! Do you think you can write a chubby reader x the bayverse tmnt, maybe the reader has autism, I have autism btw, and I also have tics or seizures because of it, so I wanna know what the four would do if they caught the reader mid seizure, if that’s ok with you of course, I don’t want you uncomfortable. Maybe a girl reader and the reader is chubby and autistic at the same time. Do you think they can calm her down after, like have sex with her after her seizure 😩✋🏽I was thinking maybe it’s a poly relationship, were all of the turtles are dating the reader at the same time, the turtles aren’t dating each other though!

A/n: I know there is a bunch of things that might seem unnecessary, but they were requested to be put after the original request was asked.To anyone that doesn't like the fic, fuck you it wasn't made for you, I've been working on this for over 2 weeks and I put in as many requirments that were asked of me that I could and I think it came out great! Also, if it seems a little messy, it's because I didn't edit it before posting, I've been reading and reading only this for 2 weeks, I'm done.

       February is such a romantic time of the year, it's chilly enough to want to cuddle with someone but not too freezing that one can still go out and have fun. That's why it's perfect that Valentine's day, a celebration of romance, is in February! It's been a year since you made your relationship with your four boyfriends official. It was a long complected process, but at the end of it, you were able to create a functioning and caring relationship with four boys. It was hard at first, with all the insecurity and jealousy floating amongst you all, but there was nothing a little of communication couldn't fix. That's why Valentines day is so important, while with usual dates throughout the year are one on ones set up on different days of the week, Valentines day is the one day of the year where your partners come together to make the day special for you. It's a little awkward for them since they are all brothers and helping each other plan dates all for the same girl wasn't something they really enjoyed, but it had to be done since they all want to celebrate with you. The day was seperated into four different dates, one dated planned for each of your boys and each date would be two and a half hours.

Your first date is Leo, he planned something simple, he wanted to show off his cooking skills and make you a homemade meal. He planned to pick you up at your house after you got home from work, but he was so excited for what he planned for the date that he just ambushes you on your way to the subway and takes you back to the lair. Although his intentions were sweet, you reprimand him and tell him not to scare you like that again.

"I'm sorry, Love. Let me make it up to you with this!" He then shows you the food he made, he spent hours working on a three course meal. Being a ninja, he found a lot of inspiration from Japan, so each dish was an authentic Japanese dish. The first dish was miso soup. It is actually really good, it has a gentle flavor that warms your cheeks. "Wow, Leo! This is great! How come you've never made this for me before?"He beams as you complement his hard work. "Well, this is actually the first time I've ever made it. I'm so happy you like it!" You giggle when you see him smile, he seems more excitable than usual. Next is the main course, nigiri and temaki sushi. You are surprised that he could make such small food with such big hands and it still come out looking so well put together. I taste fine at first, but as you chew you can tell that something was wrong with it. While the soup tasted great, this is the complete opposite. It had such a bold sour flavor and the rice stuck to the roof of your mouth making it hard to swallow. You tried your best to conceal your disgust because you knew how much care he put into the food, but you just knew that this was going to come back up later. "Oh- wow. This is so good, Leo." You say while holding your stomach. "It's so good, but I think I'm full now." "Really? That's too bad because I made dessert too." His expression dims and while it hurt your heart to see him disappointed, it hurt you insides more to continue. While the meal doesn't continue according to plan, the date is saved by conversation about each other's day and just generally enjoying the other's presence. When the date was over, you kiss him sweetly to show your appreciation. Although you couldn't eat everything, you know he put a lot of effort in this and you love him for it.

Your next date is with Mikey. He is a fun loving guy, but sometime what seems really fun to him is kind of gross to everyone else. His great date idea is to go swimming in the sewers. Of course he didn't expect you to go swimming in the gray water of New York, he had found a spot where the water has just come from being filtered but has not yet reached the homes of the city people so it was clean, but the main problem for you is that it is still the sewer that is filled with bugs, rats, and other creatures you'd rather stay away from. However, not wanting to ruin the cute date he planned, you reluctantly let him take you swimming.

Mikey gushes over your swim suit, a two piece with high-waist bottoms, it has a light green base with white flowers printed all over. It isn't tight, but it hugs your body in all the right places that Mikey can't help but be handsy and touch all your curves. You smile when you see his swim trunks, neon orange with pizza slices in the shape of lightning bolts. though his swim suit is cute, you can't get rid of your nerves. You try your best not to tic and show him that you really didn't want to go swimming with him, but with the repression plus Leo's bad cooking, you feel like the pressure building up and you want to throw up. "Are You ready?" He asks excitedly. You take a deep breath and hold onto his hand. "...Yes, I think so."

Mikey then pulls you into a tight hug and jumps into the water, The water rushes through the sewers like a water slider, you ride down it on top of your boyfriend as he lies on his back until you two each the bottom with a small pool of clear water, at the end of the pool is spilling water. You hold each other as you two splash into the pool and you both gasp for air and laugh after resurfacing from beneath the water.

You are happy to see clean water, not that you thought he'd take you somewhere gross, but the thought of not being able to see the bottom scares you. The two of you swim and splash in the water, it is fun to be with him. You even have a competition to see who could hold their breath longer, obviously Mikey win due to his amphibious advantage.

Some time later, Mikey get tired and finds that watching you is more enjoyable then doing his own thing. He watches as you swim from one end of the pool to the other. When you notice this, you giggle and swim towards him. "What are you doing? I thought we were swimming?" You ask. When you get close, he instinctively pulls you in close and you wrap your arms around his neck. "I was, but I just wanted to take a moment to admire my hot girlfriend." His comment make you laugh more. Seeing how cute you are, he can't help but reach down to grab your ass, giving it a small squeeze. "Really? That's what you want to do?" You ask, raising a brow. "It is Valentine's Day after all, why not?" He pulls you into a kiss, you feel his smile on your lips and you blush. When you let his lips go you smile at him and scratch his shell in the way he loves so much. "You're right, it is Valentine's day." You pull him closer, seemingly to kiss him again, but then you push him away and giggle as you swim away."But I'm not fucking you in the sewers, that's gross." He grabs his chest likes he's been hit with an arrow to the heart and sighs, making you laugh more. "You really thought, didn't you?" Your giggling echos throughout the sewer. "Yeah, I did. It was worth a shot though." He says disappointed, but his smile never disappearing.

You two continue to swim, but soon his date time is up and he takes you back to the lair where you met up with Donnie, who is next to take you on a date.

After your date with Mikey, you take a quick shower in the lair bathroom and then head to Donnie's lab. There you are greeted with a bright smile. "Hello, Dove! Did you have fun with Mikey?" He asks. "Yeah, I-" You instinctively cover you face and sneeze. "It probably wasn't a good idea to go swimming in February." Donnie laughs and places a hand on your back. "Well, let me help you warm up."

He leads you to his bedroom where a nest of pillows and blankets were lied out "I had a lot of ideas for our date, but then I couldn't pick which one was to do so I ended up copying Raph and set up a movie night." You gasp and playfully push him. "Donnie! I didn't go on his date yet! I thought it was a surprise!" "Sorry, I thought we agreed he'd go first. There was so much arguing that I lost track on the order we agreed on." He rubs his neck bashfully and apologizes. "Actually, Leo went first." You say, sitting on Donnie's bed. You remembered the food Leo gave you and it makes you tic. Donnie places a gentle hand on your shoulder and pulls you closer to kiss your head. This is his go-to way to calm you down when he sees you tic. "No matter who went first, I hope you like my date the best. I made sure the atmosphere was nice and comfy. I hope you like the movie I picked." On his laptop he pulls up a window and a movie starts to play. Donnie sits on his bed with his legs spread and you sit in the space between.

As you watched the movie, you can see why he chose it. It was a scifi which is his favorite fictional genre and had a romance between a human and an alien. You appreciated that he tried to stay on the romantic theme to match the occasion. Throughout watching the film, you notice that Donnie hasn't stopped touching you. He has kept one arm wrapped around your waist while the other has been roaming your body, mainly rubbing up and down your arm or leg. "Uh, Donnie?" You would've looked up to talk to him, but he has rested his chin on your head so you stay still. "Mhm?" His response is absentminded. "You keep touching me." "Oh, sorry. Is it distracting?" He asks, his attention now on you. "No it's not that, but I just feel like you're try to tell me something by doing it." "No, I just like touching you." He leans his head down and nuzzles his snout into the crook of you next. You giggle, it seems all the brothers were the same when it came to being handsy with you. Donnie kisses your neck and you laugh at the tickling sensation. "You don't mind, do you?" He asks. His thumbs rub circles into the joints of your hips. "No, I don't mind." You pull his face close and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Are you sure? I'll stop if you want." Donnie warns as he spreads you legs and starts to massage your inner thigh. You put your hand on his and guide him further towards the spot begging for his attention. "I'm sure."

Donnie starts to sensually massage your clothed folds. You reach your arms up and wrap your arms around his neck. He's cold, but you keep him warm with your back presses firmly against his plastron. He slips his hands past the hemline of your bottoms and down into your panties, you flinch at the contact of his cold scaly hands on your clit. You let small soft moans spill from your lips as he rubs circles around your clit. One of his large fingers teases your entrance, only allowing the tip to push in and collect the arousal that was forming. "D-Donnie~" You moan his name when he pushes further in, his fingers are so thick compared to a normal humans, it spreads you apart from the inside. "You're so nice and warm, Dove. This is why I love touching you so much, your so warm and soft, I just can't get enough of you." You bite your lip and you hold onto him tighter as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you, his thumb still circling your clit. Your walls clamp down around him and he chuckles at the feeling. "You're so cute and so easy to play with, every touch of my fingers bring out the most adorable reactions from you." His fingers start to move faster and you cover your mouth with your hand trying to silence the high pitch whimpers of your voice. With his free hand Donnie pulls your hand away from your face and kisses your wrist. "Don't do that, I want to hear you." His voice is soft and sweet, but it feels stern when it hits your ears and sends a shiver up your spine. Your warm walls clench down tighter around his finger and he smiles. He places your hand around his neck once more and then pulls you in closer by your waist. He pushes another of his fingers in and he starts to pump into you a little faster. You don't try to cover your mouth again though and instead let the moans fall freely out of you. Donnie softly kisses the shell of your ear and whispers, "Good girl."

Donnie starts to pump even fast, and with two of his large fingers now stretching you out, you lets a few tear cascade down you cheeks. "Donnie! I'm really close!" Donnie kisses behind your ear and trails down your neck and onto your shoulder. He holds you close and continues to pleasure you as you squirm and ride through your orgasm, soaking his hand with your arousal. When your finish you are left breathless but satisfied. You relax against his plastron and smile up at him. "Happy Valentine's Day, Dove. I hope you enjoyed our time together, because the movie is over and if I don't get you to Raph soon he's going to tear me a new one." Donnie tries to move, but you stop him. "W-wait, wait, wait. Give me-.... give me a couple minutes to just....." Donnie smiles, he's happy that he has brought you to such a state of ecstasy, the sight of you is just so beautiful. "Okay, five more minutes."

After you recuperate from your date with Donnie, you are sent on your way to your next date. You find Raph in his room, you heard that he had set up a movie date like Donnie, but instead of a laptop you see that he has found an old busted up projector and pinned a large water tarp to the ceiling as a screen. You see him messing with the projector trying to get it to work but with minimal success. You laugh which gets his attention. "Do you find my struggle funny?" He asks, his tone is not angry but more playfully embarrassed. You walk up to him and give him a big hug, still giggling. "Maybe a little. Let me help, okay? I know they can be hard to work with but having smaller fingers can help." You go to fix the projector and it works immediately. You look to Raph and you notice that his expression seems strange, it's softer. As he looks down at you there is a soft smile and you can't quite tell what he's thinking. "What are you thinking?" You ask, turning around to hug him. You see him blush and pull you in closer. "I'm just, y'know, thinking about different things." You giggle at his shy reaction. "Oh yeah? You want to elaborate on that?" He shakes his head and laughs with you. "No, let me just show you the movie." You continue to laugh and embarrass him more as the two of you sit down to watch the movie.

"What are we watching?" You settle down with Raph and he pulls you into a surprisingly tight hug. "So uhm, do you remember that one movie last Halloween where I wanted to show you that one movie but-" "No! No, no, no! I know what movie you're talking about and I'm don't want to!" You try to get up and run away, but Raph's grip on you was too strong. "Babe, please. I know you'll love it you just have to see. In the end it's super romantic!-" "Raphael! I am not watching the movie about the little creature stealing teeth in the middle of the night! I can't do it! You know I can't watch horror movies, I tic like crazy!" You struggle and squirm to get out of his grip but to no avail, what's worse is that it's so effortless to him. "Goddammit! Why are you so strong?" Raph laughs and you feel the vibration of in through his plastron. "Are you really asking me that?" You looks down at you with a charming smile. "Yeah, I already know and it's hot as fuck...." "Really? You think I'm hot?" "Raph this is not the point! I don't want to watch this movie!" You face is red and flustered, the stress of it all makes you tic and small high-pitched puppy like whimpers are ripped from your mouth as you twist your neck to look left repeatedly, it's a very painful and annoyingly cute tic. Raph while still holding you tight, rubs the sides of your arms to calm you down. He's not the best at calming people down, but he tries.

As the movie plays you see the romantic sub-plot and the relationship looks a lot like you and Raph, but you can't get over the cryptic looking fairy creatures stealing the main character's teeth in the middle of the night. "R-Raph, I c-can't do this....." Over some time your tics start to slow down and have pauses in between each once. Raph thinks that means you're calming down and starting to enjoy the movie, but unfortunately that judgement was wrong.

You feel your body be shot with electricity. Your body starts to stiffen and you hold onto Raph tightly, digging your nails into him almost breaking skin. "Ow...Babe? Are you ok?" You don't respond, you can't. Your body shakes and you feel as if trapped, like your body was merely a prison for your mind. "Babe, oh god. Are you-? Okay yeah, you're having one of those seizure things. Oh god!" Out of panic he lets go of his tight grip on you. For a second he thinks that he should carry you to Donnie, but the thought of hurting you because he miss-handled you freaks him out, so he leaves you lying on the floor in front of his bed were the two of you were sitting. "Thank you, Raph. Very gentleman-like" Is what you think before he runs out of the room.

Five second later he comes back to place a pillow under your head. "Please be okay! I got to go!" He then run out of the room again. "Ok, that's better."

A few minutes pass and you return to normal, well, aside from being a little unstable, but nothing a couple minutes of calming down couldn't fix. "Wow, I can't fucking believe he just left me here! Raph, you idiot...." You take a few deep breathes as you pout and wait for your red banded boyfriend to come back. You pick up the pillow he left for you so your wouldn't be hurt and sigh into it with a hug "Idiot...."

Soon enough Mikey and Donnie come rushing in, but noticeably Raph and Leo are absent. "Oh my god, Baby! Are you okay? Mikey rushes to you about to embrace you in a hug, but he stops himself and backs away. You're confused until Donnie steps up. With a sweet but concerned expression he approaches and takes you hand gently. "Please take this and squeeze." He places a marble the size of your palm in your hand. You do as you're told squeeze onto the marble. Donnie brings up a hologram that appears from his wrist. You see that it's vitals, presumably yours. Your expression deadpans and you drop the marble. "You know, you could just ask me how I am. This isn't the first time I've had a seizure and I've told you guys about it before." "We know, it's just that we we're worried." Donnie says, picking up the marble from the floor. "You don't have to be, I'm fine!" Mikey smiles with tears streaming from his face and pulls you into a hug. "I was so scared that you were going to die!" He holds you tight and sobs. You smile and pet his shell to reassure him. "I'm fine, Mikey-" You suddenly hear yelling in the other room and your smile falls. "Where is Raph and Leo? Is that them out there?" You look to Donnie for answers but he just looks away, Mikey let's you go and does the same to avoid you gaze, they both know how you feel about fighting amongst themselves and they didn;t want to confirm your suspicions. You get up and walk past them to leave the room and the two don't stop you.

You walk into the open space of the lair to see Raph and Leo fighting once again. You thought they had stopped this when you guys started dating but it obviously hasn't. "How could you let this happen? We go a year and she has never once had a seizure with us, she has been safe and secure for so long, but the moment she is left alone with you it happens! Did you do this on purpose? You know how much she tics when she watches horror movie-" "I would never put her in harms way on-" "But the thing is, Raph, is that you did! She got hurt because of you! All of this is-" You watch them fight, but you can't let it go on. "Stop! Please stop fighting!" You run in a step in between them to show them your fine. They stand in shock for a second before the chaos break again. "Babe, I'm sorry! I never meant to-" Raph tries apologize but before he can finish you find Leo's arms snake around you and pick you up. He then carries you away and rushes out of the lair.

You hold onto Leo with your eyes closed and face towards his plastron as he rushes away, he can feel his breath is heavy and wavered. When he stops and breathes, you see that your on a roof building somewhere in the city. He loosens up as he calms down, when you try to escape his hold he doesn't let you. "I was scared.....for you." You look up at him, and see a few tears threatening to fall. "I read up on seizure when you told me you told me you got them and I read all about people dying and-.....I was scared you'd get hurt. When it finally happen I thought I was going to lose you." Leo puts your feet on the ground but doesn't let you go, he still holds on tight but shakey. You smile softly and reach for his face, forcing him to look at you. "You got anxious? That's okay, my love! I know you love but you have to remember that you love them too, they're your brothers,  so you can't get mad at them when things happen." Leo doesn't say anything, he just let's you continue to comfort him. "I've dealt with seizure for many years before I met any of you and I will deal with them for many years into the future, at some point you guys were going to see me have one, so it's not Raph's fault and I know you know that."

Leo kneels down on the ground so that you are taller than him and you continue to hug him and lovingly pet his shell. He's still for a moment, but then he smells something. He pushes you away to smell the air and he doesn't find it. He sniffs you and smells something strange. He continues to sniff almost like a dog and pushes you to the ground. You laugh at first but then his snout travels further down your body and you start to get nervous if not a little embarrass. "L-Leo? What are you doing" He makes it all the way to in between your thighs and then stops. He then goes back up to your face and stares into your eyes, it makes you very nervous and you let out a a few small vocal tics. "Who? Who was it?" He asks, not in a stern or angry way but his voice alone still make your stomach sink. "W-who w-what?" You stutter out. His face gets close to yours and you start to blush. "Who did you let fuck you tonight?" He asks, his voice is low and quiet, the tone is almost threatening, but damn does it sound sexy as hell. "I didn't-" "Don't lie to me, I can smell him on you." He uses his arms to cage you under him. You look up at him and in this moment you can't recall a time where he looked sexier then right now as he hovers above you. "Now, I'll ask one more time. Who fucked you?" He never raised his voice at you the whole time, but you could still feel the intensity as he spoke. "Donnie! I-It was Donnie! But we didn't have sex or anything, he just-" You feel your cheeks burn as his arms flex near your head. You feel yourself being turned on by his threatening aura, you squeeze you thighs together as you become wet for him and your lady box begs for his attention. "'He just-' What? What did you do?" You can't tell if he is mad at you or not, but you it feels like you're being scolded. "He fingered me, I let him finger me...." You can't look anywhere but in his eyes, your body won't let you, but still you wish you could hide from his gaze.

Leo sighs and releases you from his arm prison. He sits up, still straddling you to the ground as he looks down at you with and semi-mad and disappointed expression. "I didn't think he out of all of us would be the one to turn you into a whore, but I guess I was wrong." Leo stands up and turns to leave but you get up too and run after him, catching him by the flying tails of his blue bandana. "Leonardo! You cannot just leave me on some random building rooftop in the middle of fuck knows where, New York, just because you are mad at me! He's my boyfriend just like you and I's allowed to be fingered or get fuck by my boyfriend if I want!" Leo turns around sharply and you are finally met with an angry expression. "Speaking of, how is it to hoe yourself out to four different guys? I'm not usually one to slut-shame but seeing as how where all brothers that all fight for your time while you sit back and watch it happen, I've made an exception!" You gasp and then stamp your foot. "You of all people have no right to be mad at me for that! It was your idea in the first place for this to be a thing, for all of us to form this relationship!" "That's only because little-miss-indecisive couldn't pick which one of us should be her boyfriend! You took your sweet-ass time to even consider dating any of us and then took even more time to pick which one out of the four of us to date!" He yells as he slowly walks towards you like a predator getting closer to it's prey, you back up as he gets closer and your skins chills as he does so. "I only did it, so my brother's and I wouldn't suffer waiting for your answer! We were all filled with anxiety and jealousy of one another, you pinned us against each other! I only suggested the relationship because I know my team, my family, would fall apart if I didn't do something! I did it because I knew your wouldn't choose me!"

All the yelling starts to make you cry and you rush at forward and hug him, you cry into his plastron and refuse to look him in the eye. "It's not that I wouldn't have chosen you, I love you so much! I just couldn't not love all of you. You all mean so much to me and I couldn't see my life not loving all four of you. I knew if I chose one of you that not only would I lose the rest of you but the rest of you would hate whoever I chose!" You sniffle and try to calm your breathing. "I want you all in my life..." You aren't able you wrap your arms around him the same way he could with you, but you still hold him tight. You feel him relax in your embrace, but you continue to cry, seemingly unable to stop. "I'm-.....I'm sorry, Love. Please don't cry." He hugs you back and starts to pet your hair. "I'm sorry I got mad, I did mean to become-" He clears his throat, stalling himself from admitting it out loud. "-territorial..." You look up at him, still somewhat teary-eyed. "I'm sorry too, I never mean to make you guys feel so awful."

You both stay silent for a moment, trying to calm down from yelling at each other. "Did you feel jealous? Since I was so intimate with Donnie."  Leo chuckles in a bashful way, a little bit because of they way you asked it but mainly out of embarrassment of being so mad at you for something that seems a little silly. "Yeah, I think I was. It's just that you were pretty intimate with not just Donnie but with Mikey and Raph too. You went swimming with Mikey and he got to see you basically have naked and when Raph had a chance to protect you he just left you there to go through it alone!" You grab a hold of his arms and rub up and down to ground him. "So you felt left out?" He takes a breathe and softly smiles at you. "I guess I did feel that way, sorry."

You reach your arms up pull him into a quick kiss, it's soft and only lasts a second but its warm and sweet. You smile sincerely as you look into his eyes. "Leo, do you want to make it equal then? He feels butterflies in his stomach as you speak, a bit dazed by your affectionate attitude. "Make what equal?...." "You said you felt left out, so do you want to join in? Be intimate with me too?" You kept eye contact with him as you ask this. Leo thinks for a moment and then smirks. He feels up your sides and squeezes your hips. "I thought you'd never ask." Leo picks you up and kisses you. His kisses are always passionate but gentle, a perfect combination of aggression and control. He holds you up by you legs, your holding onto him with your arms around his neck and your thighs are being squeezed by his strong hands.

There is a rooftop access door on the roof you two are on, it has a large metal lock on a chain wrapped around the handle. As the kiss become hotter and more passionate and it starts to become foreplay, he pushes you up against that door and kisses down your neck. When he starts to bite and leave hickeys is when your heavy breathing becomes moans. You clumsily pull down your bottoms when he lifts up your top and leaves a trail of kisses down your chest and belly. He loves kissing your belly, it's soft a squishy, it's like kissing a pillow, he finds comfort in it's warmth.  Soon enough his snout is met your your cunt, wet and dripping arousal from all the heavy-petting. He spreads your folds with his fingers and licks a long strip up from your hole to your clit, it sends a fluttering feeling through your body. He makes kitten licks over your love-bud and then slowly makes his way into your hole. You legs now resting on his shoulders, his face is what keeps you up and you lean your back on the door. His long tongue slithers inside you and reaches for your g-spot, the sensation makes you shutter and a few quivering moans force there way out from your throat. "Leo! P-please don't stop!" You squeeze your thighs around his head, your hands are pushing his face closer to your cunt. You continue to whimper and whine as his tongue tickles your cervix. It only takes a couple of minutes for him to push you to your limit and you cum on his face. You take a moment to relish in the feeling, but then you realize what you've done. You just came on his face. "Oh my god, Leo! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that!" Leo calmly lifts up and off his face and sits up on his knee. "You didn't mean to cum on my face? Was I not good enough?" He asks jokingly. "No, you were great! It's just I didn't mean to make such a mess and on your face too! I'm so sorry!" You blush out of embarrassment, but Leo stays calm and even laughs. "No, it's okay. That's what I was trying to get you to do anyway." He says, licking his lips for traces of you, you blush at the glistening sheen still left on his face.

Leo sets you back down on the ground and allows you to buts your clothes back on. "I think we should go back home, the guys must be worried about us." You say, trying to shake the wrinkles out of your clothes. "You didn't seem to worried about them when you were squirting on my face and screaming my name." Leo says cockily. "For one, I wasn't screaming. Two, maybe it only seemed like that because you were sucking my soul out of my body when you ate my pussy." You flirt and banter for a bit before finally he takes you back to the lair, to reunite with your other boyfriends.

[thatwildnya]

Chapter 3: RIP Crowley's Wallet-

Wild: i was feeling really good about this chapter so have another! Malleus and Sebek have come to stay with MC too now. this one is shorter than the previous two but i promise chapter 4 is longer! also please ignore the catboy

Nya: IM SO PROUD OF MY BABY HES GAINING CONFIDENCE EVERYONE PRAISE HIM

tw: none

chitters: of course we had to figure out a way to include the ramshackle ghostly uncles and grim

Malleus: dragon (who could've guessed?)

Sebek: deinosuchus (prehistoric crocodile that had dinos for lunch)

“That should be everything, if something goes wrong just give us a call.” The man tips his cap as he and his team leave. Now everything was up and running, you no longer had to go over to the neighbors to borrow their outlets to charge your phone or their microwave because you were not going to use the fireplace to heat up a can of soup like your uncle had said you should. Though you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t miss it completely, those three ghostly white neighbors were very sweet old men. They always sent you back home with homemade food and desserts and loved when you stayed a few hours to keep them company. They would talk your ear off about the old days and invite you to play the Mintendo 46.

And the lil gray kitten they had would snuggle with you if you gave him tuna. He could be a little shit but was a sweetheart the majority of the time. Occasionally he’d pop up in your yard for some loving. Jack and Deuce were particularly fond of him, they would play hide and seek or curl up for a nap in the sun.

You had always tried not to stay long, not wanting to leave Lilia and the kids alone for long periods of time, but they just looked so sad whenever you declined. You monster how could you. Usually you ended up giving in. At least they sent a bunch of food home with you each time you stayed, especially after finding out you had four centaurs to care for.

“They’re gone!” you yell as soon the maintenance team drives out of sight.

“No need to shout little one, we’re right here.” Lilia laughs as you jump from his breath on your neck. You glare at him as he floats in the air, Silver asleep in his arms while Deuce and Jack had their arms wrapped around his neck. You still weren’t used to him being so quiet. In his bigger form it was way easier to notice him, the house would creak anytime he moved. Actually you preferred that. Stay big even if the floor breaks.

He dropped down next to you, crouching down so the younger two could drop to the floor safely. Jack and Deuce immediately ran off to explore the house in full. Before you wouldn’t let them explore any further than you had seen, worried they might get into something they shouldn’t. But your uncle had called in a cleaning service, saying he was too kind to let you clean everything by yourself. All you had to do was do a quick snoop to see if there was anything dangerous. 

You called after them to be careful and to not touch anything. A crash answered you. For the love of the skies above did they not know how to be careful?

Before you could go after them, they came sprinting back. Their eyes were big and scared as they jumped into your arms, visibly shaken. What could have frightened them so badly?

“Ah, Malleus is back.” Lilia said with a smile, his ears flicking. “I’ll introduce you, come come!”

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And here you thought Lilia was intimidating.

You had to tilt your neck back at an awkward angle to look at his face. Malleus was another fae centaur, a dragon one. One of the rarest breeds. The horns on his head were inches away from hitting the ceiling at his full height. His bright green eyes gazed down at you, unblinking.

“Malleus, this is the owner of the mansion.” his gaze shifted away from you to Lilia, or more precisely the ID necklace around his neck.

“You let them collar you?” Lilia chuckled, “surprised? They’ve proven worthy of being my master, nothing more nothing less.” Malleus reached out to run a finger over the green ID gem in the center of the choker.

“Are you gonna stay for dinner?” you spoke up, “I’m about to start making it. If you’re staying I’ll need to make more.” thinking about how much this big guy ate made you groan internally, ingredients were running low already.

Malleus turns his gaze back to you, looking surprised.

“... What?” he leans down further, getting close enough for you to see black scales decorating the crown of his head hidden by hair. His hair tickled your face. “Are you not afraid?”

“I was born a magicless human in a world where magic can kill a whole continent of people in a millisecond. The only thing I’m scared of is the little rat man in my head that gives me intrusive thoughts.” you deadpan. The only reason you haven’t acted on those thoughts was your spiteful nature. You run on nothing but spite, caffeine, and like three hours of sleep a day. You don’t fear god, god fears you.

Your answer is so bizarre it redures him speechless. For like, seven seconds. Then he’s laughing. Standing up straight (dear lord you hope he’s done growing Lilia hits his head every so often but he doesn’t have horns that will leave a mark so it's okay), he puts his hands on his hips.

“You intrigue me, human. I shall allow you to collar me as well.”

Seven help you it was going to cost a small fortune to feed him.

“I hope Sebek will also agree to taking you as a master.” wait I’m sorry who now.

An angry hiss was heard from behind your new pet. A crocodile (yes an actual gator he has stubby legs not long ones like Deuce) centaur with green hair poked his head from behind Malleus’ back. He glared at you with bright yellowish green peepers, his scaly tail lashing about angrily. Your uncle was going to hate you. A lot.

[slocumjoe]

its easter but i dont care! i like to imagine halloween is celebrated in various parts of the common wealth. how would the companions celebrate it with sole? once they have some down time of course. by the way i like to imagine piper, nat and sole host and act in a haunted house attraction or something, what do you think?

I'm putting this in a modern AU so I can go wild, because I had two very specific ideas in mind that I needed realized. a candy for whoever correctly guesses which two im referring to 🍬

Companions and Halloween

Cait; Fucking loves scary movies. Will call all her willing buddies over for bloody marys and whatever shitty takeout they desire, and binges shlock films she finds on obscure horror fan forums. This sometimes backfires and they find a 2003 indie psychological thriller that ends up being too much to handle. When Halloween actually comes, goes to festivals, carnivals, etc... It's the one holiday she actually likes. Dresses up as iconic 'final girls' and gets annoyed when people don't recognize it. Went as Lady Grognak once and got a bunch of girls' numbers.

Codsworth; You bet your ass he's making the best homemade candy in the CITY. This is his Olympics, his Chomolungma/Sagarmatha (commonly known as Everest), his very own Great British Bake Off. Decorates the lawn and sets up picnic tables, has food and drink available. Preston helps him run the shebang with Sturges, Sole, and sometimes Deacon. Will dress up simply and cutely, depending on if he's a person or still a robot. If a person, his costumes are from cartoons, like Steve from Blue's Clues. If a robot, will become a floating pumpkin.

Curie; Her friend group has banded together to keep her from handing out fruit to kids. She only sometimes obliges. Will opt for healthier options, still. Sometimes goes to Codsworth's block party,, if she isn't too tired. Curie herself really isn't into the aesthetic of Halloween, but she likes the fun. She just doesn't like the color schemes. Curie doesn't have time to get a costume, so she just wears her doctor's garb when answering the door. To celebrate for herself, will make pumpkin pies, PSLs, and watch cozy kids spooky movies. Calls or texts Danse to make sure he's okay, as she knows the holiday is a source of stress ever since the...incident...

Dogmeat; local children trained him to run up to porches, snatch the unattended candy bowls, and run

Danse; Counts down to the day like the nukes are gonna drop. Curie once confirmed that the mere mention of the holiday raises his blood pressure. His brain just...can't do it. The thought of someone knocking on his door makes him nauseous. Dressing up...he's too uptight, he'll admit. Pranks always suck, regardless. Not even as a kid did he like Halloween. Hancock and Sole dragged him to a haunted house once and, uh...yeah. Don't take your easily-overwhelmed friend with PTSD to a series of dark corridors with flashing lights, loud, sudden sounds, and people jumping out. Danse takes a week off work, gets in his truck, and camps in the wilderness until society is safe to return to.

Deacon; BEST. HOLIDAY. EVER. Deacon plans all year for it. Every day of October has its own costume. He LOVES volunteering at haunted houses or festivals. It's just such a fun time, man! Gorges himself on PSLs to be 'ironic'. Carries massive candy bars for anyone who recognizes his increasingly obscure costumes. Deacon lives and breathes the spooky. Decorates his house with a new theme each year. Once commissioned a giant model spaceship 'wreck' on his roof and had alien corpses spread across the lawn. Would enter any costume competition he could fit in the schedule, if he wasn't banned.

Gage; He likes Halloween for one reason, and one reason only. When he was a young boy, he hit a growth spurt overnight, way ahead of his peers. So, before Halloween, a local farmer, hosting a corn maze, offered him a job in the maze as a slasher. Maybe it was destiny, or maybe that job helped Gage who he is. But to this day, even if he isn't as spry, Gage finds a haunted maze, and sends them his Chasing People Through Fields resume. There is no greater joy, to him, than hiding around a corner, hearing those poor, poor teenagers whine it'll be cheesy, this is lame, it's so fake...before he goes a'huntin'. It's exercise, it's therapeutic, and it makes for good conversation.

Hancock; His house naturally looks spooky, so he never has to decorate. Very pleased with this. Joins Cait for movie night with MacCready, Piper, Sole, and Preston, and always eats too much. Hancock spends a stupid amount of money on the good Halloween candy, and is part of the "Curie, Fuck Your Apples" gang. Will hide in her bushes and hand out the good shit to children if Piper can't talk her down to at least fruit gummies. Once, trying to be a friend, got Danse out of the dingy, dark hole he calls home, and into Pickman's Gallery, an annual haunted house. Thought it'd be fun, spontaneous, help him live a little.

Hancock didn't know folding chairs could...bend...

MacCready; Matches his costume to Duncan. Attends Cait's movie night. Once had a Parental Panic Attack at a movie involving babies in danger and now Preston has to screen everything to make sure its clear of child murder. MacCready himself goes hogwild with the candy. Makes pumpkin-shaped, pumpkin-flavored food. Takes Duncan to the festivals and carnivals, really wants him to not end up like Uncle Danse, who handled active warzones better. Mac tends to buy what he can afford, which means the cheaper, variety bags of hard candy. At least it isn't apples, Curie.

Nick; As a theater kid and bisexual, Halloween is like his second birthday, behind Valentines day (which isn't his actual birthday either). His costumes are tasteful, inspired, thematically appropriate. His favorite is the classic vampire, with a long, flowing cape, a high collar, and lots of shiny buttons. Carries a giant sack of candy and toys, wanders through the neighborhood, helps lost kids and keeps an eye out for unsavory types. Always ends up having to chase Dogmeat down after he swipes a candy bowl.

Piper; Saves up all the money she can to spare on the after-Halloween candy. Really into campfire smores with ghost stories. Also joins Hancock for haunted houses. Once, on accident, went into Gage's corn maze and recognized him by his build. Hid from him by staying on the blind side. Texted him videos of him charging past her after other maze-goers. Received a "🖕". Piper doesn't go all out on the odd occasion she dresses up. Tends to use clothes she already has. Is the spokesperson for the Fuck Apples gang, tries to talk Curie into something less...shit, each year. Doesn't hand out candy, takes Nat out trick-or-treating. Ends the night at Codsworth's, nothing like a hot dinner after a cool evening walk through the neighborhood.

Preston; Tired mom friend. Goes out into the woods looking for Danse when he doesn't answer his phone, makes sure he rejoins society, doesn't go off the grid. DD after movie night at Cait's. Wasn't into Halloween as a kid, but he participates as an adult to spite people who think adults can't celebrate it. Preston helps Codsworth handle his block party, and buys toys and such for kids with dietary restrictions. Dresses as either a cowboy or a revolutionary soldier. Went as a green toy soldier once and is still finding paint smears in his house. Sturges did warn him.

X6-88; Conflicted on Halloween. On one hand, childish. On the other...full of potential, possibilities, opportunities. He likes the chance to legally frighten people and have it be socially acceptable; he does not like people knocking on his door. He doesn't like pranks, but enjoys the theming and aesthetics. He dislikes the costumes, but people don't bother him dressing the way he does naturally (spooky and Terminator-esque). Eventually, settles into taking simple pleasure from it. He doesn't do much to celebrate himself, though. Not on the 31st, at least. No, no, no.

The real holiday is November 1st.

November 1st is a professional sport, as for as X6-88 is concerned.

[eggcompany]

Willow Graham Part 2

It was easy to be in love with Willow. She still liked to schedule appointments with Hannibal, usually at lunch time when she could eat with him or take a nap on the chaise. He told her that she didn’t need to and that he kept time open so she could just come see him, but she found it more fun to make appointments. 

“ I thought you were a professional, Doctor Lecter.” She’d said to him once as she rinsed her mouth out after crawling under his desk to ‘help him relax’. Hannibal had laughed at her, leaning back relaxed in his chair, pants barely done back up. 

She had smiled at him and shook her head. 

“Did you mistake me for an honest woman, Doctor? Or am I too wild for your taste?” She asked as he fixed her heavy knit green dress where it had hiked up to her undershorts. She looked like the image of good , knee length green dress with full sleeves and a high neck, thick black stockings, brown boots, and her head covered by a matching beret. 

“I would never mistake you for anything other than what you are, Willow.” He replied, combing back his hair and fixing his clothes to look presentable. He stood up and smoothed out his pants as she made her way to stand in front of him, her fingers coming to trace around the buttons on his waistcoat. 

“And what am I?” She asked lowly, her eyes following her own finger as it traced up the edge of his vest to pick at his shirt collar. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing her eyes to his. 

“Something terrible, a monster, a beast so wild and vicious not even the bravest soldier dare cross, you’re beautiful Willow.” He said and pressed a kiss to the smile that had graced her lips. She pulled away from him, giving him a suspicious look. 

“I’m terrible because I’m pretty?” She asked, she knew this was a dance, another twisting swaying motion between them with words. 

“You are terrifying because you, Willow, are so beautiful. Everyone fears a beautiful woman.” Hannibal said as he placed his hands on her hips and her arms came up to rest on his shoulders. She huffed a laugh and closed her eyes, letting her head rest on his shoulder. 

“You’re a whore for me, Doctor Lecter, did you know?” She said in a sweet voice, it was such a romantic soft scene and Hannibal could help but snicker, hiding his smile in her hair. Of course she would say that . 

“There are worse things to be, my sweet Willow” He answered and they stayed there until the alert went off saying he had another patient. 

--

Willow Graham. Willow Graham . Willow Graham . It was scattered across hundreds of pages of messy sketches and detailed portraits and smudged charcoal art. Hannibal had been… oddly stressed. He hadn’t felt so alive, so in love, so… human in so long. Willow had moved into his home, making herself happily at home. She had her own soap, her toothbrush that she left on the counter, her laundry in a basket by the washing machine, her bags of chemically crunchy snacks sat in the cupboard next to his own homemade food, she was in every inch of the house so casually. And it was… suffocating in the best way. 

Hannibal often found himself doodling aimlessly on his notes. He’d sit in the library and try to read but she’d float by in the corner of his eye, walking by the doorway in a pair of tiny sleep shorts and one of his shirts, and it was like a siren song, he had to get up and seek her out, just to watch her sit at the kitchen table eating bagel chips and reading essays. 

He’d gotten used to sweeping the floors more often as well. He hated sweeping. But Willow often cruised around the house, just walking around because if not she couldn’t sleep, with a bag of something in her hand. 

Whether it be small garlicky croutons that Hannibal had planned to put with their salads or a ziplock full of dry cereal or some other horrible treat that she’d always offer to Hannibal knowing he could turn it away. Somehow she always had a trail of crumbs following behind her. 

So Hannibal turned away the toxic snacks and swept the floors more and vacuumed the rugs in silence. 

He’d gotten used to being hit in his sleep but also getting the best sleep of his life and waking up to Willow practically begging for a nice fucking. He’d wake up earlier and get to pet down her bare skin, savoring how warm she was, enjoying the comfort that came from her scent. She’d given up on wearing anything but underwear to bed, she tossed it off or got tangled in it during the night anyway. 

The best days were the days when they’d go to bed and Willow would wake up earlier, claiming sometimes she needed private time to shave and such. Hannibal would take a few minutes to stretch out in bed, savor the leftover smell of sex and Willow’s sweaty pillow, and make the bed back up or strip it if it was time. 

What made them so good would be the quiet click of the bathroom door unlocking, followed by the shower turning on. Willow would sometimes get started by herself, her hand going down to her cock or fingers finding her hole. She’d be standing under the water, completely ignoring Hannibal as he brushed his teeth and slid the glass door open and closed. 

It was a sweet slow kind of occurrence. Long kisses, teasing, playful banter flowing easily between them. Hannibal always complimenting her soft skin and gorgeous body. Willow always felt the most vulnerable there, under the bright light, water washing away any pretty perfume or make up. She never feared though because Hannibal was always there to say what a wonderful woman she was as he got down on his knees for her. 

He’d lay hundreds of sweet kisses to her soft belly and take her into his mouth, easily fitting it without much trouble. He loved how close he felt to dying in those moments. How she could kill him right there if she wanted. And Willow would just be so pretty and make a whiney noise and fill his mouth with bitter watery cum. He loved it, loved the way she would always apologize and return the favor with a sloppy handjob. He loved the way her taste stayed in his mouth until breakfast, loved the way she’d gently wash his hair after, making the track lines from her grip disappear. 

It was… the best way to live. The best way he could ever survive life. 

Instead of living surrounded by his own smell, living quietly, he lived in a cloud of Willow’s sweet apple scented lotion and her heavy footsteps. He found himself smiling more, considering each action before making it, going more places more often.

He used to go to the museum every so often, he’d occasionally visit art exhibits, traveling to see new installations. He went to the opera almost once a year, he went to the theater a few times a year. 

He loved it. He loved calming evenings indulging in high society. 

Willow really didn’t. Sure she liked going and watching the shows and walking around the museums. It was something Hannibal liked so she went along with it. However she pushed him to go to other places. 

“ Hanni, let's go to the dog park. I want a hot dog and to pet the puppies! ” She’d beg him until they made their way, hand in hand, to sit on the bench in the dog park. Hannibal would often just sit and watch her rather than the dogs as they ran around. He’d love to listen to her ranting about dog breeds or class, he’d appreciate the beautiful atmosphere of joy and excitement, and he’d enjoy the fresh air. It was Willow’s favorite place to visit, just to sit and chat and pet some dogs and eat cheap hotdogs. 

“ Hanni, take me to the river. I want to go fishing, take me fishing.” She’d ask and they’d pack a large picnic basket and drive way out to one of her favorite spots. It was very out of the way and secluded, only an old wooden picnic table to mark it as a public space. She’d go stand in the water, looking stunning like a painting, sun beaming off her face. And Hannibal would read a book and guard the catch basket. They’d lay out a nice meal of sandwiches and salads and such. Sometimes she’d stay out until the sun fell from the sky and Hannibal would have to carry her back into the house, her bones filled with exhaustion. 

But what most happened was the one place Willow was her happiest. 

“ Hanni, I want to go to the aquarium. Do you want to come with me?” She would go whether or not he did. She’d spend hours talking with curators and watching the anemones, she’d sit and watch the sting rays flap around their tank. Her favorite part was the biggest tank, she’d walk back and forth all around watching the fish dart around, watching the pufferfish look for treats, but she really loved the groupers that laid at the bottom. She’d kneel down in front of the glass and look at them, eyes twinkling like midnight stars. 

Hannibal was content to follow her around, listening to her recite the same facts over and over each time, helping her dry her hands off when she occasionally wanted to try and pet the stingrays. They went a few times each month, whether to help her calm down or cheer her up or just for fun. Each time she was filled with the same joy and excitement. They must’ve gone a thousand times. 

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“I love you Willow” Hannibal said, kneeling down on the dirty floor, it was a quiet day… mostly because he bought most of the tickets for this time slot but still. He looked up at her, plush box pulled open, golden ring shone in the light, small diamonds twinkling. A woman gasped across the tank but Willow… kept looking at the tank as a sea cucumber moved slightly. 

“I love you too!” She chirped happily and kept her eyes on the creature. Hannibal stared at her for a moment,  smile widening on his lips. She really was something else, and this was just proving that even more. 

“No- Willow~” He said in a sing-song way, unmoving even as a few people stared at them. He watched as her hands met the glass to point past the sea cucumber. 

“Look, it's a grouper!” She said excitedly and bounced up and down on her feet. Hannibal just watched her be happy for a moment longer before shaking his head. 

“Willow Henrietta Graham look at me” He stated plainly and watched as her head turned before her eyes caught up, still glued to the fish. 

“Hm? Oh my god.” She said, staring down at him. He was… a ring… Hannibal, ring, boyfriend, boyfriend, fiance…

“I love you Willow, will you marry me?” He asked, back straight, ring before him, anxiety tightening his chest in a way that he’d never experienced before. She stared at him, eyes big dashing between the ring and his patient face. 

“You! Yes! Oh my god! You terrible man, yes!” She finally forced out and tackled him into a hug on the ground. He pulled them both up to stand, her arms squeezing him tightly around the middle.  

“You’re awful! Just awful!” She said as tears slid down her face. He pulled her up into a chaste kiss, a few people clapping in joy for them. He pulled back, giddy smile on his face, a feeling sparkling through his entire being. He felt like a sparkler was lit in his heart. 

Willow cried and cried as he slid the ring onto her finger. She was grinning though at the golden band with five small diamonds embedded. He got her the perfect ring. She hated big clunky jewelry, and he picked out a plain golden band with stones that wouldn’t catch. 

“It’s perfect.” She whispered and admired the ring. Hannibal was glad, relieved, he wanted to get her something beautiful and extravagant and sparkling but… she didn’t like that kind of thing so he went and chose a petite, low profile ring. 

“May I take you to dinner, my fiance, dear?” Hannibal asked, holding her hands in his. She sniffled and hugged him again. She whispered up in his ear. 

“You better eat fast. Consummation of this engagement is the only thing I want for dessert.” She whispered and started pulling him to the exit. Hannibal felt lava start to puddle in his stomach. 

They did of course have a long luxurious meal at one of Hannibal’s favorite restaurants. And Willow had laughed and smiled and showed off her ring, she ate her cake when it came to the table, and she drank the sweet champagne. 

But when they got home she was much less patient. Pulling at Hannibal’s clothes until they were both nearly naked halfway through the house, she pulled him by his hand to the bedroom, where she pulled him over her onto the bed. 

“Are you trying to make an honest woman of me? I don’t think it’s working.” She said teasingly as she took her cock into her hand, ring sparkling in the low light. Hannibal licked over her cock and hand before surging up the bed to catch her lips. 

“You’re more than any honest woman. You are more than anything else in this entire creation, you’re the most dangerous thing I’ve ever seen.” Hannibal said, kneeling between her spread thighs. Willow pulled him down to nip and kiss from his lips to his ear. 

“I am a beautiful woman. I’ve ensnared you, my weak man.” Willow replied and they ended up laughing at each other. 

Each movement was slow and tender, savoring and full of love. It was love making and when they fell asleep that night it wasn’t as partners or just lovers. They were promised to each other, for life. 

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Hannibal planned a perfect wedding. A perfect wedding for them both. It was planned, date set, everything was ready…. In two months. They sent out few invites, Hannibal inviting his friends and a few other doctors who he enjoyed the company of. Willow invited a few people and tacked up a few invites in her classroom, kids coming in and congratulating her. 

Her students were more and more excited. They would come by and ask about the wedding, dreamy eyes jealous of her. Most of them were girls who dreamed of marriage and wedding dresses and fancy cakes, some were boys who loved their teacher and wanted to show their support for her in all ways. 

She spoke about where it was going to be held, how dress shopping was a disaster but she had a few friends who’d go with her, and of course she gushed occasionally about how she couldn’t wait to be a bride. 

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Though she was already a bride. For fun. 

Hannibal had come home late, a conference had ended late and he was buzzing with life. He’d gotten a notification on his phone saying that Willow was waiting for him. He hoped that meant she was laying across their bed because he was all colors of pent up. 

However when he got through the entryway and made his way to look into the library he was taken back. In the best way. 

She was standing beside his chair, lightly off, only light coming from the crackling flame in the fireplace. A short white mesh robe flowed around her, bottom and sleeves ruffled. She had a pair of small diamond earrings in and her lips were painted a crimson red. Through the robe he could see she had on white lingerie, stockings that hugged her legs, a matching garter belt up on her waist, panties that had a heart cut out in the back, and a simple lace bra that had ruffled along the bottom. 

She looked nervous as he looked her over, hunger filled eyes staring her down like a predator hunting prey. 

“I um…” She tried and turned to face him, the closest thing she’d ventured to lingerie before was a bra that had lace on it. She was a bit nervous, hoping that her bulge wasn’t… ruining it. 

“Um… Do you like it?” She asked and Hannibal was taking wide strides to grab her hips and swing her around, bending her back, kissing a bruning kiss to her lips. She put her arms around his neck as she pressed more and more kisses to her lips. 

“Am I that pretty of a bride?” She asked and Hannibal was laying her down on the floor. He straddled her, looking down at the way her hair, now grown into a bit of a bob, haloed around her head and her robe spread out under her. 

“You’re more than just a bride, Willow, you’re something crafted in the heavens, stuck down for me to ravish.” He said and ravish… is an understatement. There on the library floor, Willow was a bride for the first time. And second… and well… they woke up on the floor too and who needs to count. 

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Willow was a princess on her wedding day. 

She had a big poofy dress with a train and a bouquet and a veil that couldn’t hide the biggest smile Hannibal had ever seen. 

They were married in front of a great old oak tree, and Willow promised herself to the doctor. They’d joked that they should be married in front of a willow tree but… they way the forest opened up and the trail to the tree was so beautiful, they couldn’t pass it up. 

Hannibal was wearing a well fitted white tuxedo that Willow had picked out because ‘ You’re gonna look so fit!’ . She thought he looked like a treat, glowing with joy as he stood in their small altar. She walked down the aisle and half of the party started screaming and clapping… she blushed and shook her head. Her kids. 

Hannibal's side was full of fancy people dressed in fancy clothes. Women wearing veiled hats and shoes that cost as much as her dress. They were all emotionless and drab. They all looked so… serious. 

However- 

Willow’s side was full of 67 students all wearing green, her favorite color. Most in just plain cheap cotton blouses and button ups some had cardigans or blazers pulled on too but they all looked… like regular people. Even as they let out loud hoots and hollers, clapping loudly. They had all came up to her and asked if they could attend her wedding, all talking about how they’d go to the store and find shirts and stuff so they could look nice. They’d asked her opinion on everything, some of them never have gone to a wedding before. 

They had all come, bags and boxes, gifts piled up in the event hall that was off the highway before the road that led to the forest. She asked for one thing, food and snacks. She’d told them that Hannibal was a food buff and that she needed to fill a cabinet with as much chemically delicious food before she gave up on it for Hannibal homemade. 

After the ceremony, and Hannibal gave her a sweet short kiss, they traveled back to the event hall where Willow cried like a mess as her kids gave very well thought speeches. They danced a few times, though neither of them were dancers and rather they made rounds to talk to everyone and take pictures and they went home in a timely manner, Willow being a bit drunker than sober. 

Later though they promised to each other in the heat of a proper marriage bed. A proper bride, Willow was just as she ever wanted to be, a proper bride. 

‘ To My Dear Terrifying Monster, You’ve got a present waiting downstairs’ Willow read as she yawned and sat up in bed. Her back hurt from being hunched over too many fbi files. She had pulled on her thick glasses and slipped her robe over her shoulders from where it hung on the back of the door. 

She made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Yawning as she pushed the door open. 

“Hanni? Wha’s-” She asked and rubbed the sleep dust from her eyes. She stopped short though at the picture in front of her. 

A jug of cheeseballs, cans of doctor pepper, moon pies, and a big jar of moonshine cherries, laid out over the work bench like a fine dinner. Hannibal was standing there, in a big cotton t-shirt and a pair of his pajama pants, he looked so out of place. Willow smiled at the worn cotton shirt, she’d made him buy it and wear it because it was ‘comfy’. 

It was their anniversary. 

“It’s our anniversary.” Willow said with a smile. She’d remembered. 

Well she had remembered last month and had gotten him a present a month ago and then forgot. Hannibal rounded the counter, pulling her by her hips to kiss her. 

“A decade, you’ve been my terrible thing.” He said to her and she laughed and kissed him sweetly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

“Am I still terrible?” She asked, eyes sincere. She was gonna be 40 in January. She wasn’t a sparkly 30 year old anymore. Hannibal laughed and kissed her, picking her up and setting her on the counter. 

“You’re the most vicious, most ensnaring, most horrifying creature ever created, Willow.” He said, kissing her deeply. She smiled, eyes watering up. 

“You are a beautiful, beautiful woman. Something all men fear.” Hannibal finished and gave her another sweet kiss and hugged her. 

A decade and she was still a terrible beast, something that stuck fear in the very soul of a dangerous man. 

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