#buttons bursting on that mommy

[conradrasputin]

[esouliie]

DONT POKE THE BEAR.

– pairing | wanda maximoff x fem! reader

– synopsis | you’re known to be quite a tease, especially for your girlfriend, but what happens when you push her too far? will she be able to control herself or will you force her hand?

– warnings | smut, thigh riding, wanda wants to be your mommy hehe, strap on (r!receiving), orgasm denial duh, she eats it from the back :33, face slapping, crybaby reader again, wanda is kinda mean and punishes you ig but she’s so cute with it idc. (18+)

As you entered the room, you couldn’t help but freeze at the sight before you. There she was, the tall and intimidating woman you had grown so fond of, tucked snugly in bed with a book in hand. But what caught you off guard were the glasses perched on her nose – the nerdiest looking frames you had ever seen.

You felt a bubbling laughter rise within you, threatening to burst out uncontrollably. It wasn't just the glasses themselves, but the stark contrast they created against her usual, intense demeanor. You had never seen her in glasses before, and the image was both endearing and hilarious.

Struggling to contain your amusement, you approached your side of the bed cautiously, trying not to let on that you were on the verge of laughter. But a few giggles slipped and she looked up from her book, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, and you quickly composed yourself, managing to offer a sheepish smile instead.

“What's so funny?" She asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

Unwilling to lie, you admitted, “you look like a nerd,” and unable to hide your amusement now, you laughed freely.

She was used to your teasing, your playful jabs that never fail to stir her up. In another universe, perhaps, she'd have you over her lap, your apologies tumbling out as you, painfully, realise the extent of your teasing and how mean it was to tease your mommy…

But in this universe, she couldn’t. Not until you were ready.

So she simply chuckled, “and you look like a goof,” eyes trailing down to between your legs, paying close attention to your underwear…

Your bow print underwear.

“Hey! I’ll have you know you loved this goofy apparel the other day.” You cocked your head to the side, stretching up on your knees so your vest rides higher, revealing the top of your underwear where a little pink flower resides, “You loved it so much, I believe you were unable to keep your hands off of me.”

You were obviously right.

Wanda had a thing for you in cute panties instead of sexy lingerie, seeing as stocking and garter belts were more her speed.

Ever the tease, you pulled the duvet off the woman, sending the book flying - as if you even cared - before straddling her warm thighs.

“Oh yeah?” She retorted unemotionally. She wasn’t going to give into your bratty behaviour, no matter how cute you looked on top of her.

“Oh yeah.” You replied mischievously, with a few rolls of your hips. But her hands had latched on before you could continue, halting all your attempts to turn her on.

“Not tonight.”

“Come on, nerd.” You whined, hands attempt to pry hers of your hips. “It’s not even late yet.”

Unmoving, she replied, “don’t call me that.”

“What? You are though.” You ran over her appearance once again, her red curls held high in a loose ponytail as her baby hairs flew abashedly in each direction.

So fucking cute and yet so sexy.

You leaned forward, chest brushing hers. “I mean, who would’ve thought the big, bad Scarlet Witch would need nerdy glasses.”

“What did I say, moya lyubov?” She warned but your fingers only toyed with the arms of her frames, forcing the lenses up and down with each push.

Your incessant need to push buttons drew you closer to a point of no return. Your girlfriend could only take so much more before she snapped.

“Aw is the little witch crying?” You fake cooed, hands playing with the ends of her hair, ready to pull as you deliver the final blow.

“Only a true nerd would get so upset about being called one.”

Pain heated her scalp as her neck was yanked back, but only for a second as you let go of the pressure. Her eyes flashed with a mixture of frustration and anger as she grabbed under your armpits, hauling your off her lap like a ragdoll before pinning your wrists above your head.

You felt a surge of fear mixed with a strange excitement as she held you in place, having pushed Wanda so much she’s actually snapped. No longer the collective, push-over girlfriend she had portrayed herself as.

“Are you stupid?” She spat, her entire weight resting upon your stomach. “You don’t listen, do you?”

Clearly unfazed by her words, you smile up at the woman, bucking your hips into her. “Well I guess not, Einstein.”

Even without much strength to it, the sound of the slap is loud. Your head ripped to the side as you gasped for air. Soon enough, you found yourself facing the woman above you. The offending hand now cupping your chin, as light fingers danced over your cheek, already turning red.

You went to speak but she shushed you, soft lips pressed over yours. “No more.” Is all she said but you understood what she meant, as you nod slowly.

No more lip tonight.

“I didn’t want to have to do that.” She brushed a few stray tears away, unbeknownst that you had even been crying. “But you were being bad, baby. Not my usual good girl.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice unsure of the situation you’re in. Wanda looked mad still, really mad, even though you were only joking around.

“I know, baby, but it’s not nice to be mean to me like that.”

“I was only joking…” You looked away, unable to stand her cold gaze any longer.

Her grip on your chin returned to bring your eyes back to hers. “And I told you to stop, didn’t I?”

You nodded weakly, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. You knew she was right, but you didn’t think you hurt Wanda that much. Not enough for her to slap you anyways.

She released her hold on you, moving back against the headboard before pulling you back onto her lap.

She watched you for a second, nothing your refusal to meet her eyes. You looked ashamed, but not too phased of the situation.

“You okay?” She asked, palms resting soothingly on your bottom.

“I’m okay.” You replied as you twirled her nightgown in your fist. “My cheek hurts though.”

“Good.” With that, she pulls you forward, starting a slow steady pace against her stomach, fingers groping, as you take the pleasure with gratitude.

You gasped at the friction, and Wanda chuckled when she felt the damp patch across your panties. “Oh. You liked that, didn’t you? Like when I hurt you, baby?”

Not knowing if she really wanted an answer, you nodded quickly. Hands holding tighter onto her shoulders as you try to speed up, but she moved you off her.

She stood up, leaving her glasses on her bedside table, working her way over towards the wardrobe. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Now let’s see how you like to be teased.”

…

You’re sat on the edge of the bed, and Wanda stepped between your legs, the red dildo pressing against your chest as she strokes it like it was actually her own.

“Do you like it?”

“You know I was the one that bought it for you.” You couldn’t help but say with a playful eye roll, but she wasn’t having it. Her hand snaked around your neck, applying immediate pressure before you could even realise.

“Do you want another?” She asked coldly, referring to the red mark now prominent on your cheek.

Fearfully, you shake your head as much as she allows you. “Then stop with the attitude.”

Ignoring your mumbled apologies, she leaned down to kiss you wetly, forcing your mouth open as she shoves her tongue inside.

“Move up.” She pushed you back up the bed, crawling atop you. You sighed, raising your hands to cup Wanda’s breasts spilling from her night slip.

“You want this?” She asked, rocking her hips so the silicone rubbed against your sodden panties.

You licked your lips before circling her hardened nipple. with your thumb. “Yes. Please.”

“Good girl.” She rolled over, moving up to the head of the bed. She sat back, against her pillows and patted her thighs. “Come here.”

You followed her, hands grabbing onto her shoulders. “Like this?” You lifted a leg, straddling across her hips.

“No. Up here.” She removed your hands putting them up on the headboard. “Don’t touch me until I say so.”

Wanda noticed your hesitancy, your eyes solely focused on what’s between her legs. It was bigger than what you usually took.

She guided you to sit slowly, fingers pulling your underwear to the side, feeling yourself stretch around her as you gasped at the intrusion.

“Feels good, baby?” She asked and once again you’re left speechless, only capable of nodding your head stupidly. “Yeah? Your face says it all.”

You rocked your hips slightly, the pleasure all too consuming to stay still much longer.

Wanda chuckled at the state of you, fighting the urge to slap your bottom just to see your timid self jump.

“Come on. Just ride me baby.”

And you did. Your initial shyness long forgotten as you gripped the headboard tighter, and lifted yourself almost all the way off her cock, before bringing yourself back down. You quickly worked yourself up to a steady pace, head dropping low to kiss Wanda hard on the mouth.

She enjoyed the view, tits bouncing within the confinement of your vest, as her dick disappeared inside your swollen pussy. She pushed her thumb against your covered clit, your movement faltering for a moment at the added pressure, before feeling your orgasm start to take over.

“Don’t.”

You heard her say and your eyes snapped open.“What?”

“Don’t come. Stop.” She grabbed your hips, stopping you from moving.

“What? Why?” You asked breathless. You could feel yourself pulse around her, your orgasm fading from view as your body willed you to move, to chase it.

“I told you.” She pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’m going to tease you. Now, start again. Go slow.”

You whimpered softly and began riding her again, trying not to go too fast. You managed a good pace, each thrust at the same speed as you rocked against her.

“Ah. Slower.”

You huffed, halting all together, before thrusting into what felt like too slow of a motion to make you come. Besides, your thighs had started to burn as you kept moving at this pace for what felt like hours.

“Wanda.” You mumbled, unable to hold onto the headboard any longer, your arms wrap tight around her shoulders, wanting to feel the woman pressed close against you.

She didn’t give you permission to touch but couldn’t find it within herself to reprimand you when you’ve been listening to her so well.

She stroked your curls from your face. “That’s a good girl.” She cooed soothingly, “Such a good girl. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come.” You said, voice akin to a whine.

She pressed a few kisses across your face, “You’re going to have to ask nicer than that.”

You made a sound, something between a laugh and a sob, as tears fell down your cheeks. “Please, Wanda.” You paused, sinking further down until she was all the way inside you.

“Keep moving, baby.” She pulled your hips forwards and backwards. “Like this. Nice and slow.”

“So beautiful.” She whispered into your hair, trailing more kisses across your face until she reached your lips.

Your pleas fell on silent ears for a while longer as Wanda worked you up to your limit. Not wanting to overstimulate you but just pushing enough to see how far she can go. How far she can push you into that little headspace she wants to keep you in. “Okay, baby. You need to do exactly what I tell you, okay?”

You hummed and she continued. “You need to get off me and go lay down on your stomach.”

It took a second for your brain to compute what she said, but you did so willingly, and your cunt ached at the feeling of being so empty.

“Good girl. Now, on your knees, I need to put a pillow under your hips.” To which you did, as Wanda positioned her pillow under you. You went to lay down, all too familiar with this position, but hands on your waist stopped you.

A warmth spread across you as Wanda licked up your ruined underwear. The white cotton stuck to you she could see the outline of your pussy so vividly. She moaned at the taste, and you whined embarrassingly loud, pushing your hips back into her face, hoping she’d let you come this time. But she pulled always, as the telltale signs of your orgasm come forth, and knocked you off balance, falling into the soft duvet under you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t help myself.” She ran soothing hands up and down your back, before pulling your underwear off of you.

She didn’t want to keep you waiting much longer, deciding two denials was enough for your first time.

“You taste so good, but I want you to come on my cock, okay? I promise Im going to let you come this time.”

You mumbled an okay and she took that as the initiative to slide into you. She slowly pulled out and drove back in, in a swift, hard motion, eliciting a loud, surprised moan from you. She repeated this for a little while, watching her dick disappear inside you, only pulling out to thrust back in with vigour, each time causing a moan to escape your lips.

“Please. Faster.” You managed to say and she took pity.

“Okay, baby. No more teasing.” She began thrusting vehemently into you, her own groans mixing with yours as the toy applied pressure to her nerves. Noticing how your body trembled, she leaned forward, the position allowing her to move deep inside your walls, as she boldly swiped her tongue over the shell of your ear, lightly biting the lobe.

One hand moved from beside your head, distributing some of her weight to your lower back as she sat up, the shift causing her to fuck up into the front of your walls.

“Come for me.”

To her surprise, you didn’t come right away. Your body too concerned with what felt like electric shocks as you thrashed under Wanda’s body.

Words melted into nothing as they were cut off by a strangled cry, tears streaming down your face onto the bed.

She turned you over, careful not to pull out as you’d clamped down on her, as she descended upon your lips. “Oh, my good girl.” Her lips moved up over your eyes, “You did so good for me.”

You chose to use what little energy left to wrap your arms around Wanda, pulling her flush to your body as you shook through the after waves.

She whispered sweet nothings as her fingers run upon and down your side until you calmed down.

“You okay, baby? You need anything?”

You hummed, exhaustion evident in your voice. “No, that was fun.” You kissed her lips, playfully poking your tongue at her.

“But you’re still a nerd.”

She scoffed but rolled over, not missing the way your grimace as she pulled out.

“I should’ve slapped you harder.” She mumbled, as she quickly discarded the toy, pulling the duvet over you both, fearing sleep would come quick with how long you guys had been at it.

Oh well, she’d just have to teach you a lesson some other day.

[hoshifighting]

seungcheol as a sugar baby!

— WARNINGS: sugar mommy x sugar baby relationship, smut, semi-public sex, elevator sex, fingering while driving (don't do it), office sex, hesitant cheol. — (Seventeen as Sugar Baby's Series)

it started with a laughable idea—a ceo and a sugar baby. who would’ve thought? but you saw something in seungcheol, beyond that stubborn pride of his, beyond the way his jaw clenched every time you handed over those thick stacks of cash. he hated it, you knew. it burned him inside to take your money, but he needed it, and more importantly, he wanted to succeed on his own.

“i don’t need you to do this, y/n,” he’d grumble, fingers brushing yours as you slid the envelope across the table. his voice was always a blend of annoyance and gratitude, as if saying thank you would taste like sand in his mouth.

“shut up and take it,” you’d say, rolling your eyes, hiding the way your heart picked up speed whenever his fingers lingered on yours just a little too long. “it’s an investment, remember? you’re gonna make it big, and then you’ll pay me back with interest.”

he never knew that you were already invested, not just in his company but in him. you’d been silently funding those little bursts of success he’d had—the ones he’d been so damn proud of. “i got another client today,” he’d say with that boyish grin, chest puffed out like he was on top of the world. it made you happy to see him so excited, even if the real reason for his sudden growth was because of you.

he wasn’t stupid, though. he’d show up at your place, dressed in clothes that you knew cost him a small fortune, and bring you gifts that screamed of desperation to impress. “i got you something,” he’d say, almost shyly, as if he wasn’t sure if you’d like it or not. and of course, you’d always smile and take whatever it was—a designer bag, an expensive watch, anything to make him feel better about taking your money.

“you know you don’t have to do this, cheol,” you’d tell him, pulling him close, your fingers trailing down his chest. “i just need you.”

he’d laugh, shaking his head like you were talking nonsense. “can’t let you spoil me without giving something back,” he’d mutter, lips brushing against your neck, making you shiver.

the day he showed up with a fluffy white puppy, though, that was when you knew it had all gone to hell. you took one look at that tiny, trembling thing in his arms, and your heart fucking melted.

“you serious?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, even as the puppy wiggled its way into your arms.

“you like it?” he asked, and there was something in his eyes, something soft and vulnerable that you hadn’t seen before. “thought you could use some company when i’m not around.”

you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, couldn’t stop the way your chest tightened with something warm and dangerous. “it’s perfect, cheol,” you whispered, your eyes locking with his.

that was it. you were gone. totally fucking in love with him. and the crazy part? he felt the same way.

“you know,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you, “this thing between us…it’s not just about the money anymore.”

“no shit,” you shot back, your tone teasing, but your heart was pounding. “you think i’m in this just to throw cash at you?”

he laughed, the sound rich and deep, and it made you weak. “nah, i know you better than that.”

seungcheol wasn’t just playing the part anymore; he really knew you. it showed in the way he’d show up at your office whenever you were in one of those moods—pissed off and ready to tear someone a new one. you’d barely have time to close your laptop before he’d be there, locking the door behind him with that smirk on his face.

“you know what you need?” he’d say, already undoing the buttons of your blouse as he walked over to your desk, that swagger in his step making your breath hitch.

“cheol, i’ve got work—” you’d start, but it was a weak protest, and you both knew it. the moment his hands were on you, all coherent thoughts went out the window. he’d push you against your glass table, cool surface pressing into your bare tits as he yanked up your skirt.

“let me handle this,” he’d whisper in your ear, and that was it. you were done for. his fingers would find your core, already slick and ready, and the way he’d fuck you right there, leaving imprints of your heated body on the cold glass, would make you forget why you were angry in the first place.

and of course, he’d clean up after. every trace of your reckless encounter wiped away like it never happened, leaving you to pull yourself together and face the world like the unshakeable ceo everyone believed you to be.

but it didn’t stop there. the way he took care of you was relentless, even when you were driving home. he’d slip his hand between your thighs, fingers finding their way under your skirt, teasing you, pushing you to the edge. the car would swerve slightly as he played with you, and he’d chuckle, leaning over to take the wheel when your body shuddered with release. “focus on driving,” he’d tease, but the way his fingers stayed inside you, lazy and possessive, told you he loved watching you lose control.

and then there were the nights he’d show up at your place unannounced. he’d wait until you were on a call, talking business, before pulling you into his lap, lifting your hips just enough to slide his cock inside you, slow and deliberate. he loved testing your resolve, seeing how long you could keep a straight face while he fucked you slowly, making you squirm on top of him, trying to keep your voice steady.

sometimes, he’d wake you up in the middle of the night, slipping into bed beside you, his hands already working you open, kissing your neck, your back, until you were moaning into the pillow. “needed you,” he’d whisper, voice husky and laced with sleep, but you knew that wasn’t the whole truth. he needed you, yes, but you needed him just as much.

he even had a habit of pulling you into the private elevator in your building, pressing the emergency stop button just to have you to himself for a few more minutes. you’d be pinned against the mirrored walls, his hands all over you, mouth on yours, devouring every moan that slipped out. the ride would resume as if nothing had happened, but the way your clothes were a little more rumpled, the way your lips were a little more swollen, would always be a reminder of just how far gone you both were.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Can you please write a sequel to the au where the greens win and Aemond forcibly married his niece where one of their children accuses him of making their mother sad which makes him realise that he has become like his father.

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Dark!Aemond x Niece!reader

summary: sequel to the au where the greens win and Aemond forcibly married his niece where one of their children accuses him of making their mother sad which makes him realise that he has become like his father.

Word count: 1,2K

Warnings: Angst

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

"Daddy, why is mommy locked in her room?" Your youngest, Helaera asked innocently. Gaelys, your eldest snapped his head up to look at his father. watching his facial expression, he was never brace enough to ask such a question.

"Whatever do you mean, sweet one? Do you not see your mother in the gardens and during banquets?" Aemond chuckled picking her up to sit on his lap. Your sewing by then had paused, but still you did not dare look up from the tablecloth you were busying yourself with as of lately.

"Yes but otherwise she is locked in her room" She began playing with the buttons on his shirt pouting sadly. Gaelys moved to sit by your side now. He reached over to take your hand in his, you were trembling.

"Darling, your mother made many mistakes and must be punished for them" Aemond kissed her forehead. Her frown deepened and she wiggled out of his arms. She wobbled over to you on her chubby legs, reaching for you to pick her up.

"Come here, love" You put the tablecloth to the side with a smile trying to act as if you did not hear her questions. She giggled as you moved her to sit on your lap.

"Poor mommy, always being punished" she whispered snuggling into your bosom for comfort. Gaelys could not hold himself back, he was about to burst. He stood up from the couch and approached his father with a fire Aemond only saw in dragons.

"You once told us that grandsire Viserys was a horrible man, that he married our grandmother when she was much younger than him and that he never loved her-" Gaelys began. You gasped shocked at his snappy tone. You feared that Aemond would punish him like he did to you for so many years.

"-but you treat mother worse. You lock her up like some animal and only let her out for show. You use your authority on her as if she was some servant, no servants get treated better than her" Gaelys was panting by the end, from anger or loss of breath you did not know. You held your breath awaiting Aemond's outburst, tightening your hold on Helaera fearing she will be also on the receiving end of Aemond's fury for bringing the subject up.

"Go to your room, Gaelys" Aemond ordered, his voice low and angry. Gaelys turned to you begging you with his eyes for you to let him stay.

"Yes and take Helaera with you" You wanted him out of here, you wanted both of them away for when Aemond would let his furry out on you and your body. He has done so before many times.

"Mother-" You cut him off with the famous motherly glare. He sighed but took Helaera from your arms before leaving with his head bowed. You waited for the outburst of yelling and smashing of things but it never came.

Instead Aemond pushed himself slowly from his chair, as if he was fearing scaring you. Still you flinched as he stepped closer making the guilt inside of him twitch like some knife lodged into his side. He crouched down in front of you slowly, his hands softly caressing your knees comforting you.

"Gaelys' words made me realise something" Aemond began softly. You dared to finally look up and into his eyes. All he could see was fear, you even feared looking in his direction. What has he done?

"I am worse than my father" Aemond chocked on his tears. One lone tear trickled down his cheek landing atop his pouty lips. His brows were furrowed at the confusion on your face, you did not believe him capable of caring or even showing the slightest bit of emotions.

"I have become what I hated most" Aemond leaned his head down on her knee. His voice sounded full of despair. You felt conflicted on what to do with him, what to say to him, You could only come with the words "It is okay"

"No tis not!" Aemond jumped to his feet again. He ran a hand through his usual well kept hair, ruining the perfect half up do. He pulled his eyepatch off feeling the leather irritate his skin with his tears.

"I have treated you horribly, the woman I have been in love with since I was ten!" Aemond paced with his hands in his hair, pulling trying to hurt himself. You sat back and watched him break down. Watched him relive every single moment with you, every time he forced himself on you or showed you a side of himself he himself hated.

"I fell for you ever since you defended me during Driftmark. I imagined you to become my wife ever since then. When I learned the ways of the flesh at ten and three it was you I imagined ever since when I touched myself. Ever since I began reading poetry it was with you in mind" He cried. You stood up from the chair approaching him like some scared child. He paused his pacing and faced you, trying to read your facial expression.

"I will not justify what you did nor will I say I forgive you Aemond, what you did is horrible but I will accept that it is from the past for the sake of Gaelys and Helaera" You spoke calmly. Always the collected one in your family. Aemond rubbed his face noticing that you kept your distance, you were disgusted by him and did not want to touch him.

"I will not however tolerate your behaviour any longer, I have had enough, yes Gaelys is right even the servants have a better life than I" You hissed, regaining some of your old fire, but not all, you were tired. You were beaten with no hope. Your hope was now in Gaelys, the heir to throne after Aegon who now had a burned cock and unable to have anymore children.

"I am ready to beg for your forgiveness, my love" Aemond whispered, taking a step closer to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders. You hated the sight of his tears streaming down his face, you sympathised with him, he went through so much from losing his eye to losing his sister but so did you, you lost your brothers and mother.

"I don't want you begging, I want my freedom, I want to have the right to walk around like everyone else not like some animal on a leash. I want to have the right to see my children whenever I want and most importantly I want to go home" You pushed him back. Aemond stumbled a couple of steps back shocked.

"Dragonstone? At once we will go there" Aemond nodded eager to please you, eager to get on your good graces again.

"No, you stay here like the lap dog you are but I will move with my children to Dragonstone" You shook your head coldly. Aemond hiccuped from shock and despair, it was like you grew heartless in a matter of minutes.

"What about me?" He whimpered. He stepped closer to you but you pulled away before eh could touch.

"You stay with your green family and lick the ground they walk on. My children are Targaryens and they will be raised as such with their black and red flag on their castle"

[oneforthemunny]

ahhh love me a blurb game! could i pretty please request for mafia!eddie, fluff, matching pajama sets 🥹 thank you mwa ily

i'm screaming this is such a good one ahhh!!! i am loving the requests this blurb game!! everyone is so creative and fun so thank you!! hope you all enjoy <3

"Do you have them on?"

Eddie swallowed back a reluctant huff, running a hand down his face. He should tell you they don't fit, lie and tell you that there was a tear in them, reach for his pocket knife and slice them up.

Flashes of your disappointed face crossed his mind, and he knew he wouldn't do that- couldn't. So instead, he took a deep breath in, buttoning up the flannel.

"Eddie!" Your voice rang out again, knocking on the closet door. "Do you have them on? Let me see!"

"Just a second, baby." Eddie muttered, fixing the collar. The doorknob turned anyways, letting yourself in. His stern glare was short lived, cut off by your own excited gasp.

"Oh! Look at you!" You cooed, grinning at him. He was sight, standing in the dark interior of the closet, sticking out with dramatic contrast in the bright cream of the pajamas.

Eddie's lips tugged in a half grin, curling when he saw you in your own pajamas, matching ones.

You'd come home that day giddy and bursting with excitement, rambling on and on about how you'd found the most perfect pajamas to ever exist. He'd expected lingerie when you'd set the bag down in his office. Much to his surprise, it was not. Instead, two sets of flannel pajama sets, matching, with tiny Dobermans embroidered all over.

"It's the boys!" You squealed, clutching them to your chest. "It's the boys on pajamas! Isn't it perfect? I mean, what were the odds that they had these and they had them in our size?"

"Our?" Eddie nearly choked. He almost laughed when you'd shown him his, nearly scoffed and told you he'd never wear that.

The second your face fell, excitement extinguished by his hesitancy, that familiar pit came back to his stomach.

So, here he was instead, putting on the matching pajamas, letting you gush about how cute he looked, hugging him in the mirror. "Look boys," You cooed, clicking your tongue so they all piled in, sitting in front of you. "It's you! Look! Mommy and Daddy are wearing you!"

Diablo's tail wagged, whimpering and shifting with excitement, desperate to jump up and lick your face, but Eddie was there. "Come here," You patted your shoulders, letting him jump. "Be careful, Dio, baby. Don't rip them, be gentle. Look it's you! You can't rip these, they have you on them!"

The other boys started to whine, standing to pace and circle you, jealous of their brother. Eddie snapped his fingers, pointing down so they all sat at attention. You frowned at him.

"Don't let them jump on you." Eddie glared at you, the same stern look in his eyes. "They'll knock you over."

"No, they won't." You rolled your eyes, an involuntary click coming from Eddie. Vecna growled in protective warning towards Eddie, a low growl, but a warning all the same.

"They're just so excited that Mommy and Daddy have matching jammies with them on them, aren't you?" You cooed, dropping to your knees to hug and kiss Vecna, letting him know that you were alright.

Eddie grinned, a soft puff of air coming from his nostrils. "You spoil them."

"You spoil me." You countered easily. "Don't you love them? They're so soft!"

"Yeah, they are. A lot more comfortable than I thought they'd be." Eddie nodded easily. "Like you in them a lot. Look good in them, baby."

You rolled your eyes, scratching Lucifer's head gently. "Daddy's so silly, isn't he?" You grinned up at Eddie. "But, you look pretty hot in these too. Really doin' it for me." You admitted with a shy smile.

Eddie laughed. "Yeah? The matching pajamas get you going?"

"Oh, yeah." You nodded, shuffling on your knees towards him. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his face neutral as you sat in front of him, looking at him sweetly through your lashes. "The pjs really get me going. You look so good in them."

[daisies-daydreams]

Husband/Papa Ghost Headcanons

Pairing: Simon (Ghost) Riley x Wife!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive Content, Swearing, Descriptions of Labor/Contractions

Author's Note: This is a continuation of this request (WARNING: 18+). Enjoy!

Simon would be a proud papa, that's for sure.

He didn’t use his phone that much before, only to text or call people. But his storage space began to run out pretty quickly with all of the photos and videos he took of your daughter, Lily.

“What are you doing, Si?” you giggled. Lily banged on the toy piano while your husband was crouched down, phone camera rolling.

“Filming Lily’s performance,” he replied matter-of-factly. You chuckled and kissed the top of his head, ruffling his dark brown hair. Your two-year old daughter cheered when she finished her song, face lit up and arms stretched above her head in triumph.

“All done!” she beamed with a wide smile. Both of you clapped.

“Good job, Lil,” Simon chuckled.

Simon nearly passed out when you told him you were pregnant with your second baby (not that it came as a surprise to you both👀).

Just like your first pregnancy, he’d try to be there for you as much as he could. It was different now with Lily in the picture, but she made many of your days full of joy and laughter.

I can see him being a stern yet reasonable dad. He’d discipline his kids yet never intentionally hurt them.

Lily’s lower lip pouted as she avoided his gaze. Simon’s arms were at his sides as he eyed the blue stains on her face and the empty candy jar on the floor. He lowered himself to be at her eye-level.

“Lily, baby, did you eat the candy even though Mommy told you not to?” Simon asked, trying to keep his voice soft and steady. Lily burst into tears, rubbing her eyes with her little, sticky hands.

“I sowwy,” she sniffled. His heart ached, but he knew she had to learn to listen to her mom.

“I know, baby,” he sighed as he pulled her into a hug. She cried into his chest. “Candy tastes yummy, but it’ll hurt your tummy if you eat too much,” Simon explained. Lily sniffed, snot dripping from her button nose and onto his shirt. He pulled her back and looked her in the eyes. “No candy for the next three days, okay? Then you can have it again,” he explained while holding up three fingers. She puffed out another sob before nodding her head.

“Okay, Dada,” she sniffled.

Your second pregnancy was more difficult than the first. You had more health complications, which worried Simon half-to-death. He couldn’t bear to think of anything happening to you while he was thousands of miles away on a mission.

All of 141 were like family to you. They'd pop in every once in a while, especially Lily's godfather, Soap.

"Unk Nee!" Lily squealed. Soap grinned ear to ear at the attempt of his nickname ("Uncle Johnny"). She giggled as she ran into his open arms. He spun her around as you walked in from your bedroom. You gave a tired smile, leaning on the wall and rubbing your swollen belly. Simon was still working on his car in the garage, yelling out that he'd be there in a moment.

"How's my wee firecracker doin'?" Soap beamed. Lily ducked her head into his shoulder, her small dirty blonde curls bouncing. Both of you laughed. "Gettin' shy now, are ya?" Soap chuckled.

"You know how kids are," you waved. Soap smiled as he set the toddler down. She rushed back over to you, hiding behind your legs. You patted her head gently.

"How you doin', lass?" Soap asked as he stepped further inside. You sighed, Lily clinging to your maternity pants.

"This pregnancy's kicking my a-butt, it's kicking my butt," you quickly changed your wording. Soap snorted as Lily cackled behind you.

"Mama said 'butt'!" your daughter sang. You grumbled and collapsed your face into your hands.

"Sounds like she's got quite the potty mouth, huh Lily?" your husband chuckled beside you. You felt him snake his hand around your waist. He pecked your cheek, his skin coated in a sheen of sweat from his hard work.

"Why don't you give me a spanking later to teach me a lesson?" you whispered lowly into his ear. Red immediately flooded his cheeks as his hand gripped your hip. Before he could retort, another figure walked through the front door. Lily peeked from behind your legs and gasped as Price entered the room.

"Grandpa!" Lily cheered while pointing her finger at the captain.

You've never heard a room grow so quiet in a single second.

Both of you explained that Price was most definitely not her grandpa, yet she was insistent on the terminology. The captain teased Simon about it constantly.

"I think you taught her to say that," Price chuckled.

As the due date approached, Simon's heart was shattered. He was being sent away on a longer mission, and it required that he made no contact with you. Your husband assured you that he'd be back in time for the delivery, and spent as much time as he could with you and Lily before he left.

A few weeks later, Simon was sprinting through the hospital to get to your delivery room.

Simon’s heavy footsteps echoed down the hall as he whipped around the corner. A blonde nurse shot an incredulous look at the masked man as he sprinted to the counter.

“WHERE’S DELIVERY ROOM 109?!” Simon boomed. The poor woman's face went pale as she pointed a shaking finger down the hall. His head snapped as he shouted a ‘thank you’ behind him. Simon rushed past several nurses and doctors, the door getting closer. He could hear your wailing pierce through the hallway. Simon nearly crashed into the doctor when he stepped out into the hall.

“MR. RILEY!” the doctor gaped with wide eyes. Your husband’s chest rose and fell as he panted. Another harsh cry broke out through the room. “Quickly, she’s about to start pushing,” the doctor rushed him inside. Simon's eyes grew wide as they locked with yours.

"Si," you called softly. Your face was pale, sweat covering every inch of your tense and aching body. Simon rushed over, immediately clasping his hands over yours.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” his dry voice croaked. You gave a weak laugh before jolting forward, another strong contraction ripping through you.

“B-Bullshit,” you tiredly chuckled through gritted teeth. The doctor and nurses came closer to your bedside.

“Okay, Mrs. Riley. It's time to start pushing. Are you ready?” the doctor asked. You swallowed thickly, your entire body shaking as it was wracked with waves of pain. Simon squeezed your hand and lifted his skull balaclava to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You’ve got this, love. I’m right here,” he assured. You nodded before sucking in a deep breath.

Not long after, your baby boy, Thomas, was born.

His throat grew tight when you suggested his late brother's name. You were afraid you'd overstepped, but he quickly kissed you on the lips and told you it was the perfect name for the newest addition to the Riley family.

Simon stared in awe at the small baby swaddled in his arms. You were fast asleep in your new bed, exhausted from the long, grueling day. Thomas' plump, rosy cheeks glowed softly as he yawned. Your husband beamed when two small, dark eyes just like his own gazed up at him.

“Hi there, little Tommy,” Simon breathed.

Both of you were unsure as to how Lily would take to her new baby brother. However, when her eyes lit up and she squealed when she saw him for the first time, Simon knew she’d be the best big sister.

Simon would make it a goal to read to Lily and Tommy every night. It melted your heart when you sat with him, Lily in her bed and Tommy in his crib listening to his low voice lull them to sleep.

While most date nights were spent inside your home nowadays, he was just happy to spend any time he had with you.

Simon would leave little gifts or notes around the house, letting you know what an amazing mother and wife you are.

If you feel insecure about your body after giving birth, he'll do everything in his power to remind you otherwise.

Your eyes widened as a sudden slap streaked across your ass. You whipped your head around. Simon's eyes were trained on the TV, though the hand draped over the arm of the couch said enough. You crossed your arms, thankful that Lily was playing in the adjacent room and Tommy was fast asleep in his crib.

"Got something to tell me, Si?" you said with a quirked brow. His lidded, chocolate-brown eyes flicked over to you, his hands reaching over to pull you on your lap.

"Simon!" you gasped. Laughs spilled from your lips as your husband bombarded your neck with kisses, his large hands reaching down and squeezing your bum.

"Can't help myself, sweetheart. Not when you're walking around with this cute arse of yours," he mused. You bit your lip and wiggled in his lap. He nibbled on your ear, his voice low and husky as he whispered into it.

"Tonight, after the kids are asleep, why don't I show you just how irresistible you are?" Simon groaned.

Tommy was a much more of a fussy baby than Lily. He’d keep both of you up constantly. You called your/Simon's relatives or friends over every so often so both of you could have a break.

“How are you feeling, love?” Simon asked. Both of you were lying in the hammock in a park, the summer breeze rocking you back and forth. Your best friend was at home watching your children. Heavy bags rested below your eyes as you stretched.

“Fucking exhausted,” you sighed. Simon chuckled, brushing your hair from your forehead and planting a kiss over it.

“I know, hun. Why don’t you take a nap, yeah?” he suggested. You nodded, letting sleep quickly overtake you. He breathed in through his nose, his mind wandering too much for him to fall asleep. Instead, he took in the sight of his beautiful wife wrapped in his arms as the rest of the world melted away.

____

Thank you for reading! ❤️

(Writing these melts my heart ngl. We love Papa Ghost in this house).

[ladykailitha]

Sweet Surrender Part 4

Here we are guys, the end of the sequel of the summer Valentine fic. Thank you all who liked, commented, and reblogged this lovely story. I love seeing my regulars interact with their comments and tags. It's makes me so happy.

And if regularly do and haven't lately: I get it, it's not always easy to comment (whether as a comment or in the tags) on every part, just know I missed seeing them.

Sadly no prom-posal because they can't really go together-together, but Eddie did go over and ask in person. He's not a complete idiot.

This is my longest "chapter" I've written clocking out at 3700+ words because I refused to split it up further dammit!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Damn it scheduled for 10pm not am but here we are just a few minutes late.

~

Eddie sat at the back of the class as he always did, trying to come up with ideas of what to do for prom. Because of course Steve said yes.

Steve’s eyes lit up and he swung Eddie around chanting, “Yes, yes, yes!” until the pair of them fell to the floor giggling like children.

They kissed and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

Steve already had a suit, he really hadn’t grown that much since the funeral and just needed a nice cummerbund to make it school dance worthy. So he didn’t go with the Hellfire boys to get their tuxes.

Jeff had gone for a blue suit jacket with black pants and bow tie with a white button up. Gareth went for a double breasted black jacket and bow tie with matching pants. Brian had picked up a white jacket and bolo tie with black pants.

Eddie though?

Eddie had gone for a thin black neck tie and tight dress pants and then was going to wear his leather jacket over the top.

Steve was positively salivating at the thought.

They were sitting at the table discussing prom ideas when Nancy came up to Steve.

“Hey, do you have a date to prom?”

Steve and Eddie shared a concerned glance before Steve just shrugged.

“These guys didn’t get dates either,” he explained, “and offered to let me go with them as a group. Why? You asking?”

Nancy’s face twisted in disdain. “No, of course not. I’m not going to that meaningless high school mating ritual.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Jonathan didn’t want to go, huh?”

“He won’t let me pay.” She crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her foot.

Steve rolled his eyes and shared a glance with Eddie who shared his exasperation.

“What do you want, Nance?”

She pursed her lips and looked down at the floor. “I thought that if you had a date, then we could double and Jonathan wouldn’t feel pressured to spend a lot of money.”

Jeff and Brian looked at each other and then burst out laughing with Eddie joining in.

“Tell me you’ve never been poor without telling me you’ve never been poor,” Brian huffed out between gales of laughter. “Jesus H. Christ, he’s gonna feel even more pressure to spend a lot because he’s gonna see Stevie here go all out for his date and he’s going to get flustered and upset he can’t do the same for you then there’ll be huge fight, leaving you stranded at the prom waiting for Mommy Dearest to pick you.” He wiped away a tear of laughter.

Steve nodded and then half shrugged. “I’m with him on that one. It’s a guy thing. You’re out to wound his pride and you’re only going to catch hell for it.”

“Here’s a thought, Nancy Drew,” Eddie said with a menacing grin, “why not skip it and do it next year. At your actual senior prom since he’s so worried about it. Give him time to save up for it so he can do something nice for you and stop pushing people around.”

Nancy’s jaw dropped and she turned to Steve. “Are you just going to sit here and let him talk to me that way?”

Steve swirled in his chair to look up at her. “We aren’t dating, and he’s not wrong. Plus, I’ve been asked to prom by a couple of very forward girls and had hints broadly dropped that I should ask them to prom. Tammy Thompson was the worst of the lot. Talking about how a king should be with a proper queen or some shit like that. And I’ve turned them down because all of them want the Harrington charm and money and not me, also they’ll want sex or worse, to go steady and I just can’t handle that right now.”

He looked pointedly at her.

She frowned for a moment and then her eyes went wide and her mouth formed a silent ‘O’.

“Yeah,” he said, turning in his seat to out his back between them. “So you’ll pardon me if I don’t want to do you any favors.”

She slunk off back to the table with the rest of her friends and Jonathan.

Gareth shook his head. “The absolute nerve. Jesus Fucking Christ.”

Steve could only agree.

~

“Come on, man,” Gareth huffed, crossing his arms. “If we all pool our money we could rent a limo and show up in style.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed.

They were all sitting around Gareth’s garage making the final plans for prom.

“Dude, you could,” Steve agreed. “But those things take up at least three parking spots and you will have the rest of the student body hate your guts for all of time for it being in the way of everyone else.”

Gareth slunk further into the couch with a sneer. “It can’t be as bad as he’s making it out, he just doesn’t want us to have any fun.”

“That’s because you were a freshman when Tommy H. and Carol Perkins did it for junior prom last year,” Steve said, shaking his head. “They got so much shit for it, and it took Tommy bullying certain people to get it to stop.” He raised his hands. “Something I didn’t condone by the way.”

Jeff winced and shook his head. “Hard pass on being hated more than we already are.”

“I’m with Jeffy on this one Gare-bear,” Eddie said with a grimace. “Let’s take Mr. Romance’s advice on this one, yeah?”

“Fine!” Gareth growled. “But I refuse to get in the fuck ugly Bimmer of Steve’s and I’m not to be seen in these nice suits in Eddie’s van.”

“I never said we couldn’t rent a car,” Steve said reasonably, “just that we shouldn’t rent a limo.”

Suddenly the four other boys were leaning forward in their seats, looking at him in rapt interest.

“What did you have in mind, Stevie?” Eddie asked, slowly licking his upper lip.

“Who hasn’t had the dream of showing up to school in a shiny convertible?” Steve asked with a smirk. “It’ll be nicer than a limo, and most likely cheaper, too. And of course I bet we could get Eddie’s Uncle Wayne to rent it for us, with the little bribe that he gets to drive it around first.”

Eddie threw back his head and cackled. “That would work! He would love the little bribe, too.”

The other three boys looked at each other before Jeff said, “All in favor of getting nice convertible for prom?”

All the hands went up and Steve sat back, looking like that cat that got the cream.

~

Steve stayed over at Eddie’s the night before the dance. The plan was that after lunch, Steve would go home and get ready for the dance and then Eddie would pick everyone up for dinner then they would go to the dance.

Eddie had other plans, of course, but Steve didn’t know about those. Yet.

Around ten o’clock in the morning, with the two boys still tangled up in each others limbs there was honking of someone’s horn, followed by Wayne yelling at them to get the hell out of bed.

Steve and Eddie blinked bleary-eyed at each other for a moment before the fog of sleep cleared and they were on their feet in an instant. Steve threw on some sweats as Eddie yanked on a pair of jeans. They were out the door before Wayne could honk again.

He was leaning up a red 1984 Chrysler LeBaron five seater with white upholstery with the top down. His arms were crossed and had the biggest smile on his face.

“So what do you think, boys?” he said cocking his head to the side. “You think it’s fancy enough for that dance of yours?”

Eddie and Steve shared matching grins. They ran down the stairs in their bare feet up to Wayne and the car.

Steve was already running his hands over the body of the car. “Wayne, she gorgeous. She wasn’t too much was she?”

Wayne shook his head. “You boys’ money more than covered it for the night. I’ll return it tomorrow with a full tank of gas, no worries.”

Eddie hugged his uncle tightly. “Tonight is going to be the best night ever!”

Wayne hugged him back as Steve continued to admire the car.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to find one that would fit all of us,” he breathed, “but fucking hell. It’s perfect Mr. Munson!”

“I’m glad you’re happy with it, Steve,” Wayne murmured as Eddie let go of him to follow Steve around the car. “Brian will probably have to sit in the front seat to be comfortable, but other than that, you’ll be golden.”

“Well, old man,” Eddie said after Steve and he looked over every inch of the car, “She’s all yours. Just bring her back by five so I can pick everyone else up.”

Wayne chuckled and opened the driver’s side door. “She really is a beaut, Ed. I can’t wait to let her unwind on the open road.”

Steve smiled and shook his head, knowing that he wanted to do the exact same thing. He followed Eddie into the trailer, a skip in his step.

Eddie made for the kitchen to starting making them breakfast and Steve sat down at the small table they had nearby.

“So we’re going out to eat at Enzo’s,” Steve murmured. “Which I really don’t want to know how Gareth pulled that off, considering everyone goes there for prom and getting reservations are vicious. It’s almost a blood sport.”

Eddie chuckled pulling out the eggs to scramble. “Gareth’s mom is friends with the owner and she always has a standing table there.”

“Well that’s a relief,” he said wiping his brow. “I thought he had murdered a couple of our fellow students for the privilege.”

“I love that it’s Gareth you think would be the murderer,” he called over his shoulder, “instead of anyone else coming with us tonight.”

Steve half shrugged and started counting them off on his fingers. “Brian is a staunch pacifist, Jeff gets sick at the sight of blood and you are so sweet that it’s impossible to believe that would harm anyone unless they started shit first.” He tapped his fingers on the surface of the table. “But Gareth is the quiet one and everyone knows that serial killers are the strong and silent types.”

Eddie poured the beaten egg mixture into the heated frying pan and began to stir it around.

“I guess that makes sense,” he said after a few moments. “I love your absolute faith in me, by the way. If there were any serial killings in this town, the mob would come after me first.”

Steve sighed. “True that. Unfortunately.”

Eddie scooped the cooked eggs onto two plates, bringing them over to the table with a couple of forks.

They settled down to eat. After a few minutes of silence Steve asked. “You thinking of doing anything after the dance? I know we haven’t really talked about what we’re doing after.”

Eddie got that soft secret smile that made the butterflies in Steve’s stomach take flight. “There might be a couple of things I might have in mind.”

Steve shook his head fondly. “And let me guess, it’s a surprise and I’m not supposed to know?”

“Yup!” Eddie replied with a grin. “No eat up, I have plans for this morning...” he wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

Steve started immediately shoving egg into his face to Eddie’s cackling glee.

~

To say Steve was nervous would be a fucking understatement. He’d never been picked up for prom before and not knowing when Eddie was going to show up only made his anxiety spike further.

It wasn’t that Steve didn’t know when Eddie was going to leave to start picking everyone up, it was that Steve was third after Brian and Gareth, who were first and second respectively.

In his hand was a corsage for Eddie. It was black rose wrapped in a silver ribbon. And he was doing everything in his power not to crush the clear, plastic box it was in.

There was a knock on the door and Steve’s face fell a little when he saw it was Gareth at the door.

“Wow,” Gareth snarked, “don’t look all excited and shit to see me or whatever.”

“I–I guess I was expecting Eddie...” Steve muttered. He shook his head and tossed the box on the table. “I’m ready to go.”

Gareth frowned a little bit and then his expression cleared when he saw what was in the box. “Oh hell no.” He held up a finger and dashed back to the car. He yanked Eddie out of the driver’s seat and toward Steve’s door.

As they neared Steve heard Gareth grumble, “You are not fucking this up already!”

Eddie opened his mouth to protest when he saw Steve at the door looking dejected. He snapped it shut with an audible click. He saw the box on the table and looked back at Steve.

“You got me flowers?” he breathed. He couldn’t believe it. He had told Steve that he was taking care of everything.

But he forgot one thing and the fact that Wayne hadn’t brought it up, meant that Steve had gotten it for him as a surprise but told Wayne to keep Eddie from buying one for himself.

Steve gulped down the lump in his throat. “It’s just a silly corsage. The other guys aren’t wearing one, so I’ll just tak–” he reached up to remove his own white rose corsage when Eddie put his hands over Steve’s.

“No, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured. “I screwed up. I was supposed to be wooing you tonight and I already misstepped. I should have come to the door to pick you up. That wasn’t fair to you.”

“It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled still trying to remove his corsage.

Eddie took his face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. “Baby, it is. Because it’s important to you. So what we’re going to do is, you’re going to stop trying to remove yours so it doesn’t get ruined,” and immediately Steve’s hands dropped to Eddie’s waist. “Good boy, now the next thing you’re going to do is pin that pretty flower you got for me on my leather jacket and then we’ll go get Jeff, okay?”

Steve let out a shuddering breath and then nodded. Then with trembling hands he took the black rose out of the box and pulled out the pin that would be used to attach it to Eddie’s jacket lapel.

Eddie wrapped his hands gently around Steve’s quivering hands again, this time to calm him. “Take your time, Stevie.”

Steve took a deep breath and looked Eddie in the eyes.

“There you are, princess,” Eddie cooed at how much calmer he looked now. “If it helps, I can knock on the door and we can start over.”

Steve shook his head but took a step back. He brought Eddie’s lips to his and kissed him deeply. “This will just be some stupid story we tell our grandkids when we’re old and grey.”

Eddie burst out laughing. “Only a month in and you’re already planning our grandkids! And I thought I moved fast.”

“Nope!” Steve teased, kissing him again. “You move fast, I move faster.”

Eddie giggled as a more confident Steve pinned the corsage to his leather jacket. They walked out and got into the LeBaron. Steve hopped into the back seat with Gareth who grumbled under his breath.

“I told him he should have gone up there and not send someone else, but noooo,” he muttered darkly. “I’m a little squashmore who’s never gone on a date in my life, what would I know?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie huffed. “Rub it in. And where oh font of wisdom did you gain such knowledge, hmm?”

Gareth erupted, throwing his arms in the air. “I watch movies!” he huffed as Eddie pulled out of the driveway. “My mom and brother love romantic comedies. The dude always goes to the door unless he’s meant to be the douchebag loser.”

Steve burst out laughing. “He’s got you there, Eds.”

“Mistake made,” Eddie said dryly, “lesson learned.”

They got to Jeff’s, who’s mother had gotten Brian, Gareth and her son all corsages. They all had a single red rose to match Eddie’s black and Steve’s white roses.

“Ooh,” Eddie murmured. “Uncle Wayne was playing the long game, wasn’t he? He told you not get me and Steve corsages because Steve had them covered, didn’t he?”

Mrs. Laurence shook her head, barely containing her smile. “Steve coordinated it with me and I filled your uncle in.”

Eddie shook his head fondly and took Steve’s hand.

She took pictures of everyone in the tuxes and then sent them off with a wave.

~

Dinner was amazing. Especially with Steve gently guiding them with which forks to use, the meal was delicious and company was even better.

Their waiter even commented that he wished him and his friends had thought about just getting dressed up anyway and going to prom as friends. It would have been better than them sitting at home eating pizza and feeling sorry for themselves.

Steve just smiled up at him as the rest of them filled him on the rest of their plans. Well... all but Eddie anyway.

They got to the dance and while Mrs. Click was absolutely fuming, she couldn’t bar their entry because there was nothing in the rules that said they had to bring dates and as long as they had their tickets, she had to let them in.

Eddie took great pleasure in smiling at her as they walked into the gym.

The theme was of course Sweethearts so the gym was decked out in hearts of every size and of every shade of pink and red imaginable.

Steve chuckled as Jeff and Brian gagged. Gareth smacked them upside their heads and went off in search of punch, the other two boys shuffling behind him.

Eddie and Steve stood at the entrance a moment.

Eddie rocked back and forth on the balls on his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets to hide how never he felt. “So what do you do at a dance when you can’t dance with the one you want to?”

Steve looked over at him and tilted his head. “Make yourself as big a menace as possible, of course.”

Eddie grinned as Steve grabbed his wrist and they melted into the crowd.

~

About an hour into it, Eddie led Steve away from all the loud music and sweltering mass of teenage bodies.

“Eddie!” Steve protested with a laugh. “Where are you taking me?”

Eddie just cackled and kept pulling him along. They got the drama room and Steve was amazed he could hear the music.

“How?” he whispered.

Eddie grinned again. “They have speakers in here from the gym. They’re usually turned off as some brave stage crew managed to figure out a way to stop it from streaming in so kids could practice their lines and shit and not have to listen to basketball scores, but I got someone to turn them on for us.”

Steve turned to him in shock. “Us?”

Eddie nodded and led Steve further into the drama room. It was decorated in fairy lights and sparkling hearts.

“Oh, Eds...” Steve breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

“I paid one of the drama kids to do this for me so I could surprise you,” he murmured.

Just then a soft love song came over the speakers and he held out his hand to Steve. “Dance with me.”

Steve let out a watery chuckle and folded into Eddie’s arms. They danced cheek to cheek to the music and were still dancing slowly when the song changed to something more upbeat.

“I was so worried I couldn’t dance with you up there,” he murmured into Eddie’s ear, “and then you went and found a way for us to do it down here instead. God, I love you so much, sunshine.”

They kissed and danced until the announcement came over the speakers that they were crowning the prom king and queen. They walked back to the gym hand in hand.

“I tried to get myself removed from the ballot,” Steve said softly just as they reached the doors. “I told them that I didn’t want even be here, but they refused. Said that I was nominated by someone else and only they could remove from the ballot. They wouldn’t even tell me who. But then you came along and I still don’t want to be prom king, but I figured at least being here with you would be worth the price of admission.”

Eddie smiled and kissed him gently. “I think you’d look pretty in a crown, darlin’.”

Steve let out a nervous giggle. “You would.”

They let go of their hands and walk back in.

Steve made prom king. Like everyone assumed he would. And even though Billy hadn’t been on the ballot he came in second place with a lot of write-ins. Steve suspected that Billy had actually won, but as he wasn’t on the ballot and the principal not wanting it to go to a thug like Billy Hargrove had cinched Steve’s bid for the crown.

Prom queen was Tammy Thompson. Which she obviously had insider knowledge of when she broadly hinted to him to take her to prom. She even hissed about him probably wishing he had taken her when he had the chance as to not leave her poor date standing there on the sidelines.

Steve just smiled and nodded and suffered through their dance.

Once it was all done, he handed the bouquet of flowers to Jeff, the sash to Gareth and the crown to Brian.

“You’ve got nothing left, baby,” Eddie murmured as they walked out of the gym and into the darkened halls of the high school.

He gave Eddie’s hand a quick squeeze. “No, Eds. I’ve got you.”

That night after they had done all their after dance activities, they would make love in the back of the LeBaron under the stars at the quarry after they had dropped everyone else off and in the morning after they waved off the LeBaron as Wayne drove it back to the rent shop, Steve would drag Eddie back into the shelter of the trailer and kiss him senseless.

But until then, they had each other and that was enough.

~

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a/n: read up on this post to learn about my semi-hiatus and what it means for cal

can’t afford love | myg (m) #21

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a yelp leaves your mouth at hearing the news

no.

there’s no way

God please

you almost drop to your knees but instead bend over to hold onto your nightstand

you shake your head like a maniac. “no, that’s impossible, mom. he hasn’t had one in 10 months, the doctors said he’d grown out of it!” you wiggle out of your bathrobe and throw a shirt on, a stark contrast in the things that you’re saying

yoongi looks concerned, very concerned as he reaches for his jacket and keys, copying you

just by your words, he knows what this is about

“stop arguing with me and get here! 3rd floor.”

that’s the last you hear of your mom before she hangs up

you freeze

phone in your hands drops to the floor with a loud clatter as you bend over and let out a blood curdling scream

yoongi instantly reaches for you and holds you tightly as he shakes your frame slightly. “jun needs us right now. we need to go.”

you take a deep breath in as you try to calm yourself and glance up at him

his own hands are shaking

his own throat is dry

his own eyes are wide in horror

but he’s staying calm to keep you calm

you quickly nod your head and sniff as you head into the hallway, not even taking a jacket as you forcefully shove your feet into some slippers and reach for the keys that are tossed onto the accent table by your front door

you swing the door open and strut out, hitting the elevator button repeatedly but giving up and heading for the stairs

yoongi appears behind you after you hear your apartment door shut loudly

he drapes a coat over your shoulders once you reach the ground floor and he pulls you to his car. “i’ll drive us there.”

he went and got you a coat when you rushed out the door

:(

you don’t protest as you get into the passenger seat

yoongi gets into his car quickly after and sighs softly. “put your seatbelt on.”

you fumble with the belt as yoongi puts on his own and quickly accelerates onto the road

it doesn’t take long for him to reach the hospital your mother works at

he parks messily by the entrance and you both jump out of the car as you run into the hospital

heading for the elevators, like a prayer was heard, there’s one wide open

you hop right into it with yoongi by your side and slam the 3rd floor button impatiently, panting loudly

when you keep doing it, yoongi grips your wrist and pulls it back. “hey, hey. what did we learn?”

he makes you look at him

and you do

you take a deep breath in through your nose and breathe out of your mouth

he nods in encouragement, slightly bending his knees to be eye level with you

“that’s it. again.”

you obey

“again.”

you obey.

by the time you want to do it a 4th time, the doors open and you’ve arrived on the third floor

you run up to the lady behind the counter to demand the location of your son but before you can do that, you hear your mother calling your name

you turn to look at her and notice she’s in her nurse uniform

you run up to her with yoongi in your wake and she walks you to jun’s room

as you approach the room, you see him

your son

your sun

your life

jun sits upright on the bed, holding an airplane toy, playing with it

this is when the tears finally burst out of you

you run up to him in his bed and pick him up

hugging his tiny, frail body, not caring about all the wires attached to him

“oh, baby. i love you so much. i love you so much. mommy was so scared.”

you sniff as you set him down again, happy to see him be himself once again

“mommy, no crying. more toys.” he says, attempting to wipe your tears with his fists

you hear yoongi and your mother chatting in the back for a little while as yoongi approaches you and jun

he kneels besides jun’s bed and ruffles through his hair. “how’s my little dumpling?”

he spends some time chatting with jun whilst you turn to look at your mom

“they wanna keep him overnight. him having a seizure after he supposedly has grown out of them is enough to do some more research and tests.”

you shake your head. “then i’m staying.”

“baby, you look a mess. i’ll be here with him. you need to go home and sleep.”

“i don’t want to go home, mom. i’m not leaving my child in a hospital all alone overni–”

“he’s not alone, he’s with me. i promise he’s in good hands, especially since i’m overlooking him as well. you have nothing to worry about.” your mom reaches out to rub your shoulders

you deeply sigh. you really don’t want to leave jun

“as of now, he’s completely back to normal, everything’s okay. nothing’s out of the ordinary. it’s like it didn’t even happen. they just want to make sure and run some more tests. i’ll bring him to you myself tomorrow. he needs to sleep now.”

you rub your forehead in frustration and glare at the ceiling.

you turn to look back at jun, approaching him and yoongi and listening in on their talk mid-convo

“and then, i yelled ‘aren’t you spiderman?’ and he looked at me. waved and told me to keep quiet before he disappeared again. we’re pretty much friends now. do you want to meet him one day?”

you hear yoongi telling one of his bullshit stories that jun loves and watch jun eagerly nodding his head

“okay, i’ll ask if you can meet him. but you’re gonna have to be a good boy, okay? spiderman doesn’t like bad kids.”

jun nods again and claps his chubby hands in excitement

you kneel next to the bed as well and explain the situation to yoongi

“yeah, your mom told me.” he rubs jun’s cheeks as his small hands play with the airplane’s wings

you sigh and rise to your feet. “i at least want to stay until he falls asleep.”

“he’s not going to sleep if you two are here,” your mother interrupts

“then why did you even ask me here?”

your mother says, “i didn’t know he was going to wake up. he was sound asleep until 10 minutes ago.”

you know you trust your mom with your son

your mother is a nurse and you’re happy he was with her when it happened, at least

you rub your hairline and look over to jun. “mommy’s gonna make your favorite tomorrow, okay? then we’ll have loads of sweets. you okay with that?” you whisper to him, pressing your lips to his forehead

he nods his head as he continues to play with his airplane

“okay. be good to grammy, okay?” yoongi asks him whilst caressing the back of jun’s head

jun simply nods again and then yawns

your heart aches

you really don’t want to leave

“c’mon,” yoongi whispers to you when he notices you refuse to move an inch

you sniff quietly. “give me a second.”

he grants your wish.

after a few more moments you turn to your mom. “please, put spongebob on for him. he’ll fall asleep right away if he keeps watching now.”

your mother nods and hugs you

yoongi bows his head to her and kisses her forehead before exiting the room with you by his side

jun’s not even paying attention to you once the tv shows spongebob, his big eyes focused on the tv that hangs from the ceiling

you sigh shakily before exiting the building in silence

the ride home is silent too

and upon arriving home, yoongi doesn’t unbuckle his seatbelt when he parks in front of your apartment building

doesn’t turn off the engine either

ah

you move to unbuckle your seatbelt really slow

yoongi is the first to break the silence. “i’ll come for dinner with jun tomorrow too, if that’s okay.”

you simply nod as you let go of the seatbelt and listen to it snap back in place

and it’s quiet again

really quiet

you don’t want him to leave

so

are you

gonna do it?

yes

or no?

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[kittyball23]

Could you make a fanfiction of when Poppy surprised Branch that she was expecting to have a baby? And they tell all their friends and family the news? How would Branch react? And how would their family and friends react to the news too? I always imagine that they're excited to become parents, and so do their loved ones!? Could you do that? I also love the idea that their little girl had blue eyes, like her father's, Branch, indigo hair, and I imagined she looked like her mother, Poppy.

Hi! I wanted to break this up into 2 parts, this first one will be the siblings’ reaction to the news - I think Branch’s deserves a separate oneshot (I can’t say when I’ll have it ready for, as I do have a couple other requests from my Inbox to fill, but I hope you enjoy!)

Taking the News (a Trolls fanfic)

“AAAIIIIIIIYYYYYYYAIIIII!!!!”

Viva’s excited scream burst through the air, the Putt Putt Queen leaping a good couple feet up in an uncontained joy. The energy only doubled once she landed, waving her hands wildly about and gushing while she paced about and spoke a mile a minute. “OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” She zipped over to Poppy and gently patted at her belly.

“Hello in there! It’s your Auntie Viva! Oh, I just know you’re gonna be so itty, and bitty, and cutie-wootie just like your Mommy was! AND I’M SO EXCITED TO MEET YOU!”

The Pop Queen giggled at her sister. “Veevs, I’m only a couple months. I’m not even sure if they can hear you yet!”

Branch on the other hand differed on this viewpoint. “After that scream? Yeah, they probably did.” Viva grinned sheepishly when she noticed the blue Troll rub his ears.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Branch! It’s just that this is so, SO fantast-amazing!! Actually, it’s better than fantast-amazing! It’s fantast-AMAWESOME!” She squealed and bounced off to the side, expending her energy in one of the best ways she knew how - braiding! By the time her feet were back on the ground, it was Clay who was donning a brand-new French-braided hairstyle, topped off with little bows and glitter of all sorts of colors.

Clay groaned at how silly it looked. “Viva! Why me?” he whined.

Viva sprang to his side and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Because you need to stop being a serious-boy grumpy-poo and get loose! My sis is gonna be a mom!! And your brother’s gonna be a dad!!” She celebrated by grabbing Clay in a tight hug and twirling him around.

When he was released, the lime-green-Troll found himself taking her advice, forgetting all about his hair and grinning broadly at Branch.

“Congrats, bro! I’m real proud of ya!” He fist-bumped the bashful blue Troll. Branch readied himself to reply, when he suddenly heard a sniffle. It came as no surprise that the Troll who had burst into tears was none other than Floyd.

“Oh, Branch, this is such a special thing! I’m honored to be an uncle, and I’m so happy for you…” He trailed off, a sob taking place where words failed him. He easily wept into Branch’s shoulder when his younger bro pulled him in for a hug.

“Thanks. I’m pretty psyched, too,” Branch agreed, smiling as he pictured their child. What would they look like? Perhaps they’d have his dark, indigo hair and sparkling blue eyes. Or they could be all Poppy, in gorgeous appearance and stunning personality. Or maybe their kid would inherit King Peppy’s orange skin tone, or Grandma Rosiepuff’s teal button nose. Branch’s head spun with all of the possibilities, each and every one perfect and plausible, until the reality of the situation weighed down on him. Being a father was a big responsibility. A flicker of doubt seemed to flash across his face right at that moment, which did not go unnoticed by Bruce.

The purple-haired Troll approached him and patted a hand on his back. “Hey, man, I know it can seem kinda scary at first - I know I was a little nervous for my first kid - but trust me, it becomes a breeze. And when it’s not, just call me for help! I got your back, bro.” He winked at Branch, making him feel a lot better. Bruce, after all, was an experienced dad, having fathered 13 kids of his own - all of who would become cousins to the new bundle of joy entering into his life.

John Dory suddenly swept in alongside them. “And me, too!”

Branch and Bruce gave him a curious look. “Wait… John, you’re a dad?”

JD’s jaw dropped. “Uh, yeah! You forgot? Man!” He strolled over to his caterbus, Rhonda, and patted her side lovingly. “It’s okay, girly,” he cooed, “they didn’t mean to forget about you, darling. Who’s the cutest caterbussy in the whole wide world? Huh? You are!”

Rhonda trilled in appreciation at John Dory’s sappy words, while Branch exchanged a look with his other brothers. While he wanted to point out that taking care of a caterbus was not all the same as it was taking care of a little Trolling, Branch couldn’t help but feel his own bout of appreciativeness towards his bro’s offer to help. Feeling playful, he grabbed JD with one arm and noogied him with the other, the pair of them laughing by the end of it.

Poppy and Viva in the meantime were having their own share of sisterly love, hugging and shrieking, and jumping up and down over the elation of it all.

“Ohhh, I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Poppy cried. “I’m gonna tell Bridget, and Biggie, and Mr. Dinkles, and Guy Diamond, and Satin and Chenille, and - “

“And Dad!” Viva cut in with a grin.

Poppy squealed. “Oh, my gosh!”

She and Viva shouted at the same time at the top of their lungs: “DAD’S GONNA FREAK!” Both girls burst into a fit of giggles just picturing the look on the elderly king’s face once the news hit him full force.

Viva bounced up and down once again and wrangled Poppy and the boys together.

“Aw, come here, guys! Group hug!” Arms enveloped Poppy and Branch from all sides in a flurry of limbs, letting the two happy parents know that they - along with their new kiddo - were indeed loved very dearly.

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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving!!

[pastelxfilth]

“Mommy wants to give you a special surprise.”

You watch as your Mommy drags one of her fingers through her drenched slit, slick wetness glistening on her puffy labia. She hovers over you, knees on either side of your hips, giving you the perfect view to observe her hand working between her legs. Her fingers come to rest just beneath her clit, rubbing lightly.

“Mommy really needs to use the bathroom, Princess,” she breathes, her voice sounding a little strained.

Understanding dawns slowly on your face. Your mouth parts slightly in surprise as a barely audible gasp escapes, your racing thoughts frantically working through her words.

“You’re Mommy’s special Princess, my pretty girl." A sinful smile appears on her lips. She bends forward, her next words tickling your ear.

"Mommy wants to pee on you.”

God.

Her words threaten to disintegrate you on the spot. You can't recall how often you had fantasized about just that.

"Please, Mommy,” you rasp.

“Tell me where you want it,” your Mommy urges, sitting back up, the struggle to hold back evident in her tone.

Bending one leg and letting it fall to the side, you present your Mommy with your throbbing cunt.

Your Mommy bites her lip. “You want Mommy to pee on your princess parts?”

You shake with nerves. "Y-yes."

Your Mommy's voice quivers. “Show me where exactly.”

You draw your labia apart, exposing more of your sex, and pull the hood of your clit back. “Please pee on my clit, Mommy."

“Oh, baby,” your Mommy grunts, a cramp rocking through her. She alignes herself with your cunt. “Keep holding yourself open. Mommy’s really full and needs to let go soon.”

You do just that, waiting with bated breath.

Your Mommy's eyes lose focus and then the first trickle spills out of her. It lands on your thigh. A tiny burst follows quickly, drowning your pussy. It developes into a stronger current, the lightly colored stream gaining in strength.

“This feels so good," your Mommy moans. "There it is, baby. Mommy is peeing for you, honey.”

You whimper. The warm flow pelts against your clit.

“Touch yourself, Princess.”

With shaking fingers, you reach for your sex, trailing your fingers through your overflowing slit. Rubbing your sensitive pearl, your hips jerk involuntarily. Your Mommy's pee douses your working fingers, drenching them in the yellowy fluid.

You stroke your hard clit vigorously. Being as pent up as you are, it won't take long for you to climax.

“Does Mommy’s pee feel good on your little button?”

Fuck. Your Mommy's dirty mouth drives you wild. “Feels so nice, Mommy!"

“Are you going to cum?”

“I’m so close,” you pant, your heavy breathing making it difficult to get enough air into your lungs. You can feel the urine running down your butt and flooding the comforter. You rub your clit faster.

“My slutty girl. Cumming while Mommy’s soaking her pretty pussy in her pee.”

That does it.

Your spine bends, and then you sob, your orgasm tearing through you. Spasming violently, your hips shoot off the bed, knocking into your Mommy. You palm your breast, pinching the nipple, your other hand still between your legs, riding out your release.

Pee trickles over your stomach, and then your Mommy's flow tapers off.

You collapse, tugging needily on your Mommy's arms. Your Mommy lets herself be pulled forward, lying on top of you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

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[sanjoongie]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖: 𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜

🥀Au: Fanboy Au, Fanfic smut writer! Wooyoung, Idol! Reader

🥀Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f)

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact

🥀Author's note: the following takes place within a world where Wooyoung is a smut fanfic writer and you, an idol pretending to be a male called 'Mingi' and his bias, are his friend

🥀Trope: loser to lover

🥀Summary: wooyoung is just a loser guy in the 2000's and you're the hot 2000's girl that's considering letting him go down on you... at a cost, of course

🥀Kinks: Mommy Kink, oral (f), face sitting, degradation kink, smothering kink, bdsm safe signals to stop and go, inexperienced! woo, experienced! reader, sub! wooyoung, dom! reader, riding Wooyoung's nose

🥀Word Count: 1,278

🥀Betas: @mejuii

🥀Day Eleven: Somnophilia 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Thirteen: Uniform

You took a deep breath. It wasn’t like you hadn't read some of Wooyoung’s stuff already, you had been hella curious after seeing Hongjoong’s nsfw fanart. So you just put yourself in the mindset that Fleur, which was your stage name, was you and the male reader was Wooyoung, because why not? And then you began to read.

📼Wooyoung’s Fanfic☎

All Wooyoung wanted to do was go to the cute candy store and get something to munch on while he gamed later tonight. Yeosang bought the new Twisted Metal Black game, and he invited him and San to play. It was just supposed to be a drive there in his Ford Focus, pick up the snacks, and then get out of there. But for the past twenty minutes straight, he couldn't stop looking at the barbed wire tattoo that was peeking out of the cashier’s short shorts as she restocked some of the bins.

When you turned around and noticed the nerd in glasses was staring at you, you rolled your eyes dramatically. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Wooyoung stuttered and proceeded to drop the bags that he had already made. The various jelly beans, soft gummies, and gumballs spilled all over the floor. 

You snapped a bubble of gum angrily. “Really? A couple minutes before closing, and you’re gonna do this to me?”

You spun around to go find the broom. This was the worst shift you had ever had, and once you had to entertain a birthday party of four year olds with sticky hands. 

“Wait, I can help!” Wooyoung chased after you. Your annoyance, your anger, was making him feel some kinda way. 

“Don’t bother,” you spat over your shoulder, “You’ve already made a mess. Probably would make it worse.”

Wooyoung couldn't help but pursue you, like a moth to a flame. He couldn't pull himself from you. 

So when you stopped abruptly and smacked into the back of you, yelping in surprise, you couldn't help your own burst of anger. You pushed him by his shoulders. “Get away from me, you freak!” You shouted in disgust.

“I can make it up to you!” Wooyoung pleaded desperately. 

His glasses had fallen off when you pushed him. You tilted your head. Wait… was he kinda… hot?

You pulled your hot pink Razr phone from your back pocket and pushed the side button to see the time. It was closing time. So you stomped over to the front, flipped the sign from open to close, and then went back to Wooyoung, who was still lying in the center of the aisle with his candies all across the floor. 

“You’re probably only good for creaming in your own pants,” You sneered. Wooyoung stared up at you with his mouth open in surprise. You shoved his glasses back on his face. “Prove me wrong.”

“Yes, Mommy,” dropped from his lips before his mind could catch up. “I mean!--” His face was red with embarrassment.

You rolled your eyes but began to unbutton your shorts. “I knew you were a freak. Do you know how to give head or not?” You huffed.

Wooyoung pushed his glasses up his nose, still in shock. “I--I don’t think I--”

You let out a noise of frustration, having unzipped your shorts and revealed the black thong underneath. “Nevermind, I should have known better.”

“No please!” Wooyoung protested, a hand reaching up to halt you from doing back up your pants. “You can sit on my face, right? I can try? Please, I want to try.”

“God, you really are THAT desperate for pussy?” You demanded.

Wooyoung swallowed, and you watched his Adam’s apple bob. 

“Fine,” you grumbled, “But you’re going to call me Mommy, like earlier. You know to tap once to go and tap twice to stop, right? What am I saying? You don’t know shit. Listen, I am going to grind my pussy on your face and hope for the best okay? If you can’t breathe just tap my thigh twice and I’ll let up.”

Wooyoung nodded his head so enthusiastically that you thought his glasses were going to fall off again.

As it turned out, Wooyoung’s nose was perfect for grinding on. He clumsily licked at your wet folds, slurping and moaning, which only added to the allure of allowing some virgin nerd to eat you out. His arms wound around your legs, his fingers sometimes tracing the raised bumps of your barbed wire tattoo. 

Just to test out if Wooyoung had actually listened to you, you sat down harder on his face, covering his nose and mouth with your cunt, bucking your hips into his nose and tongue, watching with cruel eyes as his breath was cut off. Wooyoung’s eyes widened, but his tongue didn’t stop, and you were actually impressed. Eventually, you felt a tap tap on your tattoo, and you eased up.

“Please, Mommy, do that again,” Wooyoung begged.

“I don’t think you can handle it.”

Wooyoung practically shoved his face into your cunt, tongue flat and head worrying on your clit. You gasped as he actually showed some brains, alreading picking up some technique as you grinded against his face after hours in the candy shop. 

You grasped his long hair tightly, keeping him buried in your pussy. “Can you even get Mommy off with that clumsy tongue of yours?” You cooed mockingly, “Am I going to have to do all the work myself?”

Wooyoung whimpered, and you glanced over your shoulder. His baggy jeans were tented, and he was humping the air for some friction. 

“Poor baby, you got a hard on? Guess you'll have to deal because Mommy always comes first, right?”

Wooyoung nodded, nudging the bridge of his nose against your clit and making you moan. He tapped twice again and when he pulled away the second time, he was gasping and his face was an absolute mess. And if you were being honest, he looked hot and debauched with his glasses fogged up.

You rode Wooyoung’s face until you came, your thighs shuddering under his arms and his chest swelled with pride as your wetness spread across his tongue and he lapped it all up, making happy, eager noises. You pushed his head back with a French tip manicure in the middle of his forehead before he started to make you feel sensitive.

You pushed upwards to get up, but Wooyoung's arms clung to you. “Liked sucking Mommy’s candy that much?” You mocked him.

“Please give me your number,” Wooyoung begged, all semblance of pride gone. 

“Mmm, I don't think so, loser,” you declined. You untangled yourself from him. You adjusted your thong, careful of your freshly eaten out pussy and pulled your shorts back on.

“I'll do anything,” Wooyoung insisted, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“Please don't make this more awkward than it already is,” you said with a look of disgust.

“I'll come back every day and you can smother me with your pussy,” Wooyoung pleaded. “Mommy,” he added belatedly.

Well, there were perks to having a guy eager to eat you out every day.

🎤Back to Reality✍️

“Hey,” Your group mate patted your shoulder. “It's your turn to get your hair done.”

You smiled shakily and tried really hard not to squeeze your thighs together. Your next few hours of filming your music video were going to be torture. But if you just thought about how happy Wooyoung would be that you beta read for him, it would be worth it.

And maybe if you slipped in a little something about androids, Wooyoung would think he manifested it in your new music video.

🥀Day Eleven: Somnophilia 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Thirteen: Uniform

this au is always for @smallfrye, she claims it, it's hers 💞

[oizysian]

Mine | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, fingering, strap use, oral, dubcon (if you squint), slight breeding.

Word count: 3k+

AN: This is just smut, I hope you all enjoy it!

•

“You’re going to be mommy’s good girl aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Her fingers trailed up my thigh as she drove and my breath hitched.

“You’re going to do everything mommy says tonight, right? You’ll be my good little cumslut, won’t you?”

“L-Lizzie …” I stuttered softly, the wetness building up between my legs the proof of what her words were doing to me.

“You’re going to take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours -”

“Liz -”

“And I’m going to touch your needy pussy until I’m satisfied.”

I let out a moan then, not fighting against her fingers as they just barely grazed along my soaked panties.

“I’m gonna fuck you all night long. Until you’re begging me to stop because you’re so sensitive. Why? Because you were a brat tonight. Teasing me like you did.”

“I-I’m sorry, mommy.”

“Oh, it’s too late for that, dove. You need to be punished.”

“Please,” I uttered softly, her nails digging into the inside of my thigh. “Mommy, please.”

“Don’t beg now, sweetheart, we’re going at my pace. We’re doing what I want.”

She pulled into the garage and shut the car, turning to me and taking my face in her hand.

“And I want to do you. And I will do you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mommy.” I whispered softly, not wanting to antagonize her further.

“Such an obedient girl.” She gave me a quick kiss before releasing me, unbuckling her belt and getting out of the car.

I stayed sitting for a moment, waiting to catch my breath and to maybe stop the aching between my thighs for a moment. She grew impatient and opened the car door for me, waiting for me to follow her out. I licked my dry lips and undid my belt, slowly and shakily getting out of the car.

She closed the door once I was out and the beeping of the car alarm was all that could be heard in the silence of the garage. I followed her silently into the house, not knowing what she would do or when she would do it. The anticipation and excitement was almost too much, and I nearly burst as I continued to follow her steps.

She led me into the bedroom and stood in front of me, just waiting.

“Undress me.” She finally spoke and I walked over to her, unbuttoning her dress shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of her pants and pushing it off her shoulders, letting it fall in a heap behind her. I took a moment to admire her full, perky breasts, free of the confines of her shirt.

Her eyes never left my face as I worked on the button of her dress pants, pulling at the zipper to work it down. I pulled her pants down, coming face to face with her covered sex as I helped her out of them.

I breathed heavily, staying on my knees before her, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulling them down so she could step out of them. I carefully placed her panties with her pants and looked up at her, her eyes staring into my own.

“You wanna make mommy happy?” She asked softly and I nodded. “You wanna make mommy cum?” I nodded again and she smiled.

She ran her fingers through my hair and I nearly purred at the feeling of her nails scratching my head ever so gently. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought my face to her pussy, the musky smell of her driving me absolutely insane.

“Lick my pussy, babygirl.”

Without a second thought, I stuck out my tongue and licked her slit, my tongue slipping between her slick folds and dipping into her heat. She let out a low moan as I sucked on her clit, fucking her slowly with my tongue.

“Don’t tease.” She demanded, pulling on my hair.

“Yes, mommy.” I spoke into her pussy as I continued to lap at her wetness, my chin completely covered in her slick.

I flattened my tongue against her, letting her use my face how she pleased. She gripped my hair tighter and rode my tongue, her hips jerking and twitching ever so slightly due to her upcoming orgasm.

“Yeah, just like that. That’s my good girl.”

My legs shook with desire as she egged me on, my hands finally raising to grip at her thighs as I ate her out. My nails dug into her skin as she humped me harder, faster, and I knew she was close by the guttural sounds she was making.

She chanted my name softly as her orgasm overtook her, her legs shaking under my hands as she came all over my face.

She released my hair, petting my head as she let out a long, content sigh. I looked up at her and admired her beautifully flushed face, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth in ecstacy.

“Such a good girl for mommy.” She cooed softly, running her fingers through my hair.

I smiled up at her and she nodded towards the bed.

“Take off your clothes. I want to play with my pretty girl now.”

I stood up from my place on the floor and began to strip, her eyes following my hands as I undressed myself. She looked so hungry staring at me, I thought she would pounce me right then and there before I even got naked.

“On the bed.” She breathed, her chest heaving with excitement.

I obeyed, laying down on my back, my head against the pillows. She climbed onto the bed next to me, her hand gliding up my side teasingly as she admired me.

“Do you think you can last all night, love?”

I looked down at her hand, then up at her face and shook my head.

“No?” She took my left nipple between her fingers and twisted it gently. “I think you can.”

I swallowed roughly, my legs squeezing together to ease the ache, my sticky slick dripping down my thighs. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to handle what Lizzie was going to dish out.

“I know you can. I know you’ll let me play with you all night because you’re my sweet girl. You’ll be good for mommy, won’t you?”

I hesitated a moment, but nodded and she smiled down at me, her hand trailing down from my breast to settle between my legs, parting them gently so she could cup my sex.

“This is all mine, pretty girl. This pussy is mine.” She let her fingers trail along my soaked folds, barely brushing against my throbbing clit. “Say it.”

“It’s yours.”

“What is?”

“My pussy is yours. All yours, mommy.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. This pretty pussy is mine.”

She gave my mound a slap and my hips jerked upward, a hiss slipping past my lips. She smirked at me, pressing her fingers into my cunt, drawing a low moan out of me.

“Yes, let me hear you. Let me hear all those pretty sounds.”

“M-mommy,” I whimpered softly, her fingers pumping in and out of me slowly. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please.” I raised my hips towards her and let out a pathetic whine.

“I need words, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me, mommy.”

“Oh, you want me to fuck you?” She curled her fingers upward and I mewled softly. “I said I just wanted to play with you. I want to touch every inch of you. I want you to beg me for it.”

She pulled her fingers out of my wetness and brought them up to her face, making a show of sucking them as I lay beside her, shaking from desire.

“And when you’ve begged me enough, I’ll let you cum.”

“No, mommy.” I whined. “I wanna cum.”

She pressed a kiss to my lips, smiling as she did so.

“You’ll cum when I say you can cum.”

I whined again, pouting up at her, but she ignored me, sliding down the length of my body and stopping at my pussy.

“So pretty.” She said to herself, parting my lips and admiring my sex.

“Mommy …” I wriggled, embarrassed by the intensity of her gaze.

“Shh, be a good girl for mommy and stay still.”

I did my best to obey her, the urge to close my legs was strong as she continued to admire my glistening wetness. I felt her fingers touching me, exploring as if she had never touched me before.

My pussy twitched as she caressed me, my walls closing around nothing, hungry for her. I could feel my cheeks burning as she lazily drew circles along my clit.

“You’re so wet for me.” She spoke, almost in awe. “So fucking wet.”

I draped my arm over my eyes, embarrassment finally taking over. I could feel my nipples harden, my pussy throbbed, and she wouldn’t even let me cum.

I let out a strangled whimper, a needy, desperate sound, and she giggled, bringing her head down and giving my pussy wet, noisy, open mouthed kisses. My hips writhed beneath her and she used her free hand to grab me, stilling me the best she could as she licked and sucked at my cunt.

“Ahh, mommy, I can’t …”

She hummed against me and I moaned lowly, gritting my teeth as I reached my hand down to grab a fistful of her hair. I played with the silky strands to attempt to distract myself from the pleasure she was bringing me, but it was no use and I could feel the orgasm building up in my belly.

It was obvious that she could tell and that she was purposely edging me until I was about to burst.

I gripped her hair tighter as the coil within me tightened and I swallowed roughly, trying to regain some form of clarity while she nearly made me go blind from sheer pleasure.

Once my pussy started pulsating, the throbbing intensifying tenfold, she pulled away from me, my hand falling slack against my abdomen as she raised herself up to look at me.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart, but mommy’s not done with you yet.”

“Please.” I cried, turning my head from her, my eyes still covered.

“Look at me when you beg.”

I removed my arm from my face and looked down at her, my eyes glistening with frustrated, unshed tears.

“Please, mommy.” I said quietly. “Let me cum.”

She smiled at me and shook her head, looking down at the mess between my legs and giving my sensitive cunt another light slap.

I moaned, my legs snapping shut, trapping her hand between them, and rolled over onto my side, my body twitching from not being able to cum.

“Let me see that pussy, pretty baby. Open those legs.”

“No.” I trembled, the denial of my upcoming orgasm bringing out the brat in me.

“No?” She pressed her hand against my slit and I groaned. “How do you intend on cumming like this?”

I laid still for a moment before rolling my hips against her hand, the small pressure just barely enough to start getting me off again.

“Oh no, no you don’t.” She smacked my ass with her free hand and my grip on her wrist loosened, allowing her to free herself. “You’re not cumming until I say you do.”

She slid off the edge of the bed and walked over to the dresser where we kept our toys. She dug around for a moment before retrieving a deliciously long and girthy cock. One she usually saved for when I was being particularly bratty. She slipped the harness on, securing it around her hips and walked back to the bed, stroking it as she stood by the edge.

“Come here.”

Shakily, I crawled over to her, discreetly rubbing my legs together to get some sort of friction. She gave me a look that told me to stop and I did, not wanting to be edged all night instead of just a few hours.

She ran her thumb over my lower lip and I instinctively opened my mouth for her, something she clearly enjoyed from the smile on her face.

She took the cock and brought it to my lips and I stuck out my tongue, swirling it over the tip.

“Such a good girl - she knows what to do with mommy’s cock.”

I brought the tip into my mouth with my tongue, sucking on it as I looked up at her, making sure I was doing a good job. She had her bottom lip between her teeth and her hand was tangled in my hair, her nails scraping over my scalp gently as I inched the cock into my mouth.

She moaned as I took it to the hilt, the length of it hitting the back of my throat, threatening to make me gag. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply through my nose, trying to relax my throat enough to take it without gagging.

I could hear her praising me, but I couldn’t understand the words she was saying as I was so focused on taking her cock and taking it well.

I could tell from the lewd sounds she was making that she enjoyed face fucking me, maybe even to the point of cumming herself by the action. She took a fistful of my hair and pulled me down onto the cock, her hips meeting my face with powerful thrusts.

I pressed my hands into her thighs, holding onto her as she fucked my face, tears building up in my eyes as she nearly went down my throat.

“Oh fuck yes, Y/N, take mommy’s cock. You’re such a good girl.”

Her free hand reached down and squeezed the base of the cock, cum spurting into my mouth and down my throat as she came. I choked then, gagging on her and the cum. She let go of my hair and I pulled off of the dildo, swallowing as I caught my breath.

I wiped off my lips with the back of my hand, looking up at her with big doe eyes, waiting for her to acknowledge me again.

“You’re perfect.” She leaned down and brushed her lips against mine and my eyes fell closed in happiness. I had done good.

She continued to kiss me, pushing me back onto the bed. I crawled backwards, our lips never parting as we melded together, the cock pressing into my thigh as she laid me down.

She parted my legs with one of hers, grabbing the dildo and bringing it to my entrance and slapping it against my slit, the sound loud in the silence of the room.

She ground her hips down against mine, the dick getting wet with my juices as she humped me.

“You ready, pretty girl?” She said as she positioned herself and the cock so that she could slip right inside me once I said the word.

“Yes, mommy, please fuck me. I’ve been a good girl, please.”

“Yes, you have.” She said as she pressed it into me. “You deserve to get fucked. But, do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes! Yes, mommy, I was so good! I did good!” I babbled mindlessly, grabbing hold of her arms to steady myself.

She hummed softly, considering my words as she rocked her hips against mine, my pussy taking her cock bit by tantalizing bit. It almost hurt as I took her in; I was so sensitive even a slight brush against my clit sent my hips jerking towards her.

Finally bottoming out, she rested her forehead against mine, panting softly as she started moving inside me, pumping in and out of me slowly.

I let out a soft whimper, my legs wrapping around her waist and pulling her into me, burying her even deeper inside me than before.

“Oh, fuck, mommy!” I cried out, my hips raising towards her as our bodies crashed together.

She nuzzled her face against the crook of my neck, her lips pressing hot, chaste kisses along my throat as she pounded into me. I could already feel the bruises forming all along my neck from her lips and teeth, and I couldn’t lie; being claimed by her and her leaving marks all over me was extremely fucking hot.

She reached down between us and played with my clit, rubbing it in taut circles, pressing her weight into me.

White hot pleasure shot through me as I came, my body trembling and twitching beneath her.

She moved her hand from my clit to the cock and squeezed it once more, emptying the remains of its cum into my aching heat. I could feel it coating my walls and I nearly came again from the feel of her cumming inside of me. Some days, I wanted nothing more than for her to get me pregnant.

“One more, baby. Give me one more.” She said as she returned her hand to my clit, mixing my cum with the lube from the cock and rubbing it fiercely.

“No, mommy, I can’t.” I said dumbly, still coming down from my high. “It hurts.”

“Just one more, sweet girl. Make a mess all over my cock. One more.” She cooed and I couldn’t resist.

I let go and came against her, soaking her and the bed with my slick. She continued to assault my clit with her strong fingers and I could feel my body tensing once more with impending orgasm.

I grabbed her wrist and whined, my breasts bouncing as she continued to fuck me through my intense climax.

“Mo - mmy.” I whined before screaming her name, the most powerful orgasm of my life ripping through my body.

She had made me orgasm three times, coated my insides with her sticky cum, and marked me as her own. I was beyond satisfied.

I lay beneath her, completely spent, and she just kept going, her lips peppering soft kisses to my cheeks and lips, her hips bucking ever so slightly into my own.

“No more, mommy.” I mumbled, my eyes falling shut at the multiple sensations.

“Mm, I can’t get enough of you, pretty girl. I need more.” She said as she kissed me.

“Wait,” I murmured softly as she pulled out of me, trailing kisses down my clavicle and to my breasts where she took a nipple in her mouth, biting down on the hard nub gently. “Mommy.”

“Hm?” She hummed, her lips wrapping around my nipple and sucking it roughly.

“Ahh,” I moaned, my pussy twitching again. “I can’t do more.”

“You can do one more.” She kissed down my belly, and I wriggled beneath her. “And then I have to clean you up.”

She grabbed both my thighs and parted them, resting between them as she leaned down and licked at my puffy pussy. I mewled as her tongue lapped at me, her moans making me ache even more.

She held my legs down and wrapped her lips around my clit, my whole body jerking at the feel of her mouth on me. I cried out pathetically, words failing me as I gripped at the bedsheets, looking for something to get my mind off the delicious pleasure between my legs.

She continued to lick at my slit, teasing me with featherlike touches instead of just fucking me. She wanted me to beg.

“Please! Please, mommy, let me cum again, please!”

“My needy baby.” She murmured against me and I practically purred in response. “I’ll take care of you.”

My hips raised off the bed and I threw my head back as she flattened her tongue against me, letting me fuck myself on her strong muscle.

Not a sound came out of my mouth as I came against her face. She sucked on my clit as I came down from my high, then began licking all of the cum off of my pussy and thighs. I jerked away from her tongue and she shushed me, continuing to kiss and lick every inch of me that I got messy.

“I love when you cum hard for me like this.” She whispered against the skin of my inner thigh and I let out a breathy sigh at the feel. I couldn’t cum again. “You make such a mess.”

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Okay but Seonghwa being in a submissive mood and calling his gf 'mommy' during sex👀

9:39PM.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Seonghwa x female!reader

Warnings: blow job, mommy kink, teasing, pet names, cum swallowing (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: yes. just a little timestamp hehe

Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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“M-mommy..” Seonghwa whined as your cold finger tips wandered over his body. It was rare that he fell into sub space this deep so you had to use it.

“Yes baby? What’s wrong?” You asked, your voice low and soft. He whined again.

“Touch me mommy~” You giggled. “But I am touching you little one.” You answered, knowing exactly that it wasn’t enough. He was lying beneath you, completely undressed, while you were still wearing most of your clothes. His dick was rock hard and hovering over his own belly even though you hadn’t been paying attention to it at all. And that was exactly his problem.

“No.. touch me t-there!” His eyes were closed and his head was pressed against the mattress. He was enjoying your teasing but at the same time you were afraid that he was going to burst.

“Where? Use your words.” You leaned over his body, gently placing kisses on his chest.

“Here?” You asked, licking his right nipple. He moaned pathetically but shook his head.

“Here?” You wandered down a bit, now pressing kisses onto his abs, carefully sucking on his skin. His hands were clawing into the sheets.

“Here?” You smirked before giving him a kiss right beneath his belly button, only millimetres away from his throbbing tip.

“Please mommy I can’t hold it much longer~” His moans were music in your ears.

“Tell me what you want me to do pretty boy.” You demanded, causing him to cry out loudly. Your hands were resting on his thighs as you bent over him. You mouth opened wide just above his length.

“S-suck me o-off mommy please.” He begged, his body jolting up as your hot saliva dropped onto his dick.

“Well you’re asking so nicely that I can’t say no.” You chuckled before lowering your mouth onto his glistening tip. His hips immediately buckled up as the warmth of your mouth surrounded his hard-on. You pressed them back into the mattress.

“No no baby, let mommy do the work.” You warned him gently. While taking his dick deeper into your mouth, you stretched out one arm to hold his right hand. His grip was strong but he welcomed the loving gesture with relieved sigh.

Seonghwa was already a whimpering mess so it only took a few seconds of your tongue swirling around his dick before he begged for permission to cum.

“Do you wanna fill up mommy’s mouth?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Wanna give mommy all of your cum?” He whined out loud.

“Yes mommy please let me fill your mouth with my cum. I wanna be a good boy, please let me cum!”

You giggled and let go of him, which was met with a cute little protest. You climbed over him, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

“If that’s what my baby wants.” You grinned before scooting back into your initial position and harshly sucking him off. “You can cum.” You said before increasing your pace drastically.

Seonghwa couldn’t contain himself anymore. The sounds that were leaving his body were not from this earth. Sobs, cries, whines, moans, groans. A mixture of pain and pleasure ran through his body as he felt his orgasm approach.

“Mommy I’m c-“

He couldn’t finish his sentence before warm liquid bursted into your mouth. You let out a satisfied groan as it filled you up.

Such a good boy.

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Klonnie Weekend Day 2 Sweet: Sweet Dreams

Klaus rolled over in bed, restless and unable to focus. He had so much on his mind that his mind was practically racing. He sat up in bed before sighing. He looked through his drawers before pulling out a small jar. His beloved Bonnie gave him some magical gummies that would help him sleep. She wasn’t his yet but he was working on it. He smiled as he held the bottle and rubbed the label with her writing. After taking two of them and got up to take a warm shower. After his shower he changed into a pair of pajama pants and laid back down in bed. He sighed as he stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the sleep to take before it came rather quickly. 

He could hear laughter in the background as he looked at himself in the mirror. He felt a little confused as he looked around. He could have sworn he was already in bed. He just shook his head and walked out of the bathroom before he was greeted by sunlight. He just shook his head and sighed, deciding to follow the laughter. He figured it would be Rebekah and whatever friend of the week she had over. As he opened his bedroom door he was instantly hit with the smell of cinnamon. “Odd” He mumbled to himself, not used to Rebekah cooking breakfast. 

As he made his way downstairs he froze. He was greeted by a young lady who looked to be no older than 17. “Morning dad.” She smiled as she poured apple juice into a pitcher. Dad? The only child he had was Hope and she was barely one. He gently grabbed the strangers shoulders and looked at her as the cogs turned. Same auburn hair, same button nose. He looked into her eyes and felt tears well up in his. It was Hope. The confusion was still there but it was replaced with an overwhelming sense of pride. His baby girl, all grown up. He hugged her in his arms before he heard a familiar voice. “This is such a cute moment for the family scrapbook.” Bonnie smiled as she took pictures of the hug.

He turned to face her before he stopped, almost too shocked to move. She was pregnant. Maybe at 6 months, 7 at the latest. He walked over and put his hands on her stomach before she smiled and looked up at him practically glowing. “He’s kept me up all night but now he’s finally asleep. I guess he’s nocturnal like his dad.” She beamed as he looked at her stomach. “That’s my boy.” Klaus smiled as he looked at her. It was a question in his mind but all he could feel was joy. Bonnie playfully rolled her eyes as Hope poured her a glass of juice. 

“We are out of OJ but I’ll get some later when Uncle E takes me driving.” Hope smiled as Klaus raised an eyebrow. “Why can’t I take you?” He asked as she looked at him wide eyed and shook her head quickly. “No! Last time we went driving you got so nervous you made me nervous. We both panicked half way through the drive and had to pull over so we could both avoid panic attacks.” Hope said as Klaus pouted a bit. “In my defense I had never been in the car with someone who had no driving experience. I will be better this time.” He smiled as Bonnie shook her head. “You also said that last time and when Hope ran over the curb the two of you had to wait on Bex and I to come to get you. You were so frazzled that I think your heart stopped a few times.” Bonnie laughed as Klaus pouted. 

“In my defense I thought the car was totaled. I guess maybe I will be better when you’ve had more years driving.” Klaus hummed as Hope just nodded before looking at Bonnie. “Sure Klaus” Bonnie laughed as Klaus held his chest. “You’re my wife, you’re supposed to be on my side.” He said with mock offense. “Well…girls rule. Also you’re unfortunately outnumbered.” She smiled before digging into her waffles. “I won’t be when Jr is born.” Klaus smiled before Hope and Bonnie both let out a laugh. “You’ll still be outnumbered until he’s 18.” Bonnie laughed as Klaus shook his head with a hum. ‘That’s what mommy thinks, we will be two peas in a pod.” Klaus said as he rubbed Bonnie’s stomach. 

He was practically bursting at the seams as the thought o f having another child, especially with Bonnie. She was the woman in all of his dreams and she was finally his. Klaus spent what felt like an eternity waiting patiently for her to trust him enough. He would wait another eternity if he must. His main concern has always been her happiness. “What?” Bonnie blushed as Klaus blinked a few times, not realizing he was staring. “Oh…nothing. I just enjoy how beautiful you look.” Klaus smiled as Bonnie rolled her eyes playfully. “Klaus I have on an old silk scarf to keep my hair wrapped and eye masks.” She said as he shook his head. “You could never not look beautiful to me, my love. Your beauty is what men used to die for. Beauty that men started ended wars for.” Klaus hummed as her cheeks flushed and she shook her head.

“You always know how to make me blush.” She smiled as Klaus leaned in and pecked her lips. Hope let out a gag before shaking her head. “Eww, get a room you two.” She said as she finished her breakfast. “I’m gonna go get dressed, Uncle E should be here in like thirty minutes.” Hope smiled before walking away. Klaus stood up and stretched his limbs and looked down at Bonnie. “I think I am going to go get dressed as well. I want you to get dressed when you are done eating. We are going out on our own adventure.” Klaus smiled before he leaned down and kissed her forehead. He went upstairs to their bedroom and pulled his shirt over his head.

Klaus let out a gasp as he sat up in bed. He looked around confused before hearing small whines coming from the crib across the room. Klaus smiled before sitting up and picking up his little girl. He felt tears come to his eyes again as he looked down at her big blue eyes. He moved to sit back down on the bed, telling her all about his amazing dream with her new mom. Bonnie wasn’t his yet but this dream confirmed that he will try even harder to make her his.

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Evermore: Part. 2: Chapter. Four

Here is the long-awaited chapter four! I just wanted to thank each and every one of you who has reblogged and commented! I appreciate all of you!

Also, I took a stab at writing something different. I tried my best!

The Next Morning

Your alarm clock buzzed as it woke you up at 6 am. Yawning, you got up and went to get ready for the day. You packed your swimwear, sunblock, and towels for the beach. Then you went to get your phone and sent a quick text to your friend, Sarah, at the flower shop that you would be picking up your weekly flowers. Once getting everything, you went to Chloe’s bedroom to wake her up. As you walked down the hallway, Andy walked out of his bedroom. You stopped to catch your breath.

Normally, when Andy does this, it isn’t unusual. But today, at this particular moment, you feel flustered looking at your best friend. His hair is messy, and he is only wearing pajama pants. He has a few tattoos, but the washboard abs, toned chest, and light chest hair drive you insane this particular morning. You shake your mind about that thought, and Andy looks at you.

“I-“

“I just remembered that you needed the cooler from the garage. I forgot to get it last night.” Andy said. 

You smiled, “Oh, yeah, well, I’m going to get Chloe up.” You rushed past him, ensuring he didn’t see your flustered cheeks. The moment you opened the door, your daughter sat up and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

“Mommy, I don’t want to go to school.” She said, pouting. 

You laughed and shook a seat on her little bed, “Oh, sweetie, it’s Saturday. Remember, there’s no school.” 

Chloe looked at her mom, and her eyes widened, “Taturday? We see Papa?” 

You laughed and helped her out of her Hello Kitty bed.

“Mommy? Is Uncle DeeDee coming?” Chloe asked, with hope in her voice. 

You smiled as you lifted her onto the counter and got her toothbrush, “Yes, baby, Uncle DeeDee is coming.” You said.

**

After a quick breakfast and packing the cooler with drinks and snacks, the Subaru was ready to go. You buckled Chloe into her car seat and entered the passenger’s side. Once you got in, Andy started the car, and they were off. Before getting to the freeway, Andy stopped at the flower shop and picked up the bouquet.

During the drive, Chloe fell asleep, and you and Andy sat comfortably listening to music. Then, Alan Jackson’s Remember When came on, and you started singing. The softness of your voice and the wind blowing softly against you did something to him. Andy knew why Ari had fallen for you.

But something felt different. Something that’s been growing and fast. Andy didn’t know how to describe this feeling. Was it love or lust? Was it an uncontrollable thirst that he couldn’t have? At the same time, he knew that whatever this feeling was, it was not right.  This is his best friend and Ari’s wife. He quickly pushed the thought away and noticed you were looking at him.

“Is there something wrong, Barber? Is there a booger on me?” you asked, causing Andy to burst into a fit of giggles.

Another few moments later, Chloe woke up, and Andy pulled into the Massachusetts National Cemetery. After flashing his Military ID, Andy drove the familiar route. After going through a few roadways, Andy parked the car and killed the engine. You and Andy got out, and you went to get Chloe out of her car seat. Once Andy had the flowers, the three of you went to the middle row and stopped in the middle. You then bent down and handed the bouquet to Chloe.

“Hey, Bug, did you want to give these to Papa and tell him about the fun things about your week?” You asked your daughter. 

Chloe smiled and nodded. You pinched her button nose and then sat up. You took her hand and faced his headstone.

“I’ll be right behind you, okay?” You said, taking a step back.

**

He walked through the grass as he headed towards his destination. It was a bright, sunny spring afternoon, and it couldn’t be any better. Finding his way, he smiled as he found what he was looking for a little girl bending down and placing flowers on the grass. He sighed, and he appeared next to the little girl. Ari smiled and took his place next to her.

“Hi, Papa!”

Ari smiled.

“Hi Chloe Bug!”

“Papa, I went to the park because we look for flowers!” 

“Flowers? What for?” Ari knew his baby girl couldn't hear him, but seeing her smile brought him joy.

“We get the flowers for pictures, and it's very pwetty! But don't tell Mommy, it's for her! Mommy likes Liwies!” 

Ari laughed at his daughter's pronunciation. 

“Don't worry, Bug, Papa won't say a word.” 

“And Mommy took me for ice cream! It hads lots of spinkles!” 

“Yeah, Mommy tells me that you like sprinkles.” 

Then Chloe went quiet. Ari got concerned because this is the same trait that his wife had when she got upset.

“Chloe Bug, what's wrong?”

“Papa, I don't like when mommy cries. At night, I sometimes hear her cries. Ands I hear Uncle DeeDee goes to her rooms.” 

A tear came down from Ari’s eyes. 

“I know baby bear. I miss your mommy too-”

“Papa, I don't like Mr. Jake. He's not Uncle DeeDee! He's not good. I like Uncle DeeDee and Papa. Uncle DeeDee takes care of me.” 

Ari wished he could hold his daughter. She talked about how her mommy sometimes gets sad, and Andy is there for her. 

“I know, sweetheart, Mr. Jake isn't a good man. But your uncle DeeDee is a good person. I'll make sure of that.”

“Okay, Papa, I go now. I see you next week! I love you, Papa!” Chloe says as she gets up. 

Ari smiles, “Love you, baby bug!” 

**

Andy

Andy took a seat on the grass and sat for a moment. He stared at his friend's headstone and sighed. With every weekend, there's always so much to talk about. Even if it's memories, that's been discussed many times. 

“Hey, Captain Ari Levinson.” 

Ari laughed and rubbed his face in his hands. 

“Well, hello there, Lieutenant General. Or should I say General Andy Steven Barber?” 

“It's been a wild week, buddy. I don't know where to begin.” 

Ari knew Andy wouldn't feel it, so he placed his hand on his shoulder and gently patted it, “I know, buddy. But I'm all ears; you can tell me everything.” 

“Ari, I turned away a lot of cases. I took on a case that means a lot to me.” 

“Okay, what is it about?” 

“I don't normally take on Army cases, but this one was an exception. And no one was willing to take it.” 

“I don't like where-” Ari started.

“I'm not sure what I will find, but I'll get to the bottom of this. Anyways, enough of the sap. Chloe…she's one smart, spunky gal you got there, Ari.” 

Ari laughed, knowing that was true. 

“That's my girl!” 

“And I kept your promise, Ari. I will protect her.” 

“I know you will. You love her, don't you? Just that jerk is in the way.” 

“But she's involved with a man I don't trust. Chloe is timid around him and isn't comfortable, and Y/N notices it. But I  don't think she sees it. 

“Chloe mentioned him. Jake is his name? But if I were you, I'd trust my daughter. He's a bad man.” 

“I want to see Y/N happy. And hopefully, Chloe can have a father.” 

Ari looked at his friend and padded him on his shoulder. 

“Andy, my man? I hope you understand what you're saying.” 

“I won't keep you longer, Ari. I'll see you next week! Love you, buddy!”

Ari smiled. “Don't you worry?” 

**

Y/N

When Andy came back, you bent down and pinched Chloe’s little button nose, making Chloe giggle. 

“I’m going to talk to your Papa for a bit, okay? Stay with Uncle DeeDee, alright?” you asked and Chloe nodded her head. You then stood up, and Andy took Chloe’s hand. You then made your way to Ari’s headstone. 

You took a seat. 

**

Ari felt that familiar feeling when his wife sat beside him. Knowing she couldn't touch him, Ari leaned his head onto your shoulder. Something that he used to do when he was tired. 

“Hi, Mr. Levinson.” 

Ari smiled. He loves it when she calls him that. 

“Hi, Mrs. Levinson.” 

“A lot has happened, babe. I'll start off with Chloe. Your daughter is something else! She's starting to learn things fast, but she hates math.” 

“She tells me that she likes animals. And the zoo is her favorite place!” 

It was quiet again, and Ari had a feeling something would come. 

“Ari, I have good moments when I can smile and think of you and how much you mean to me. Then I have my hard moments, how my heart still feels empty. I know you need me to move on. But I find my days lately of just needing you. I know it's not possible-”

“My queen, I know it's hard, but I need you to be happy. Your daughter, Andy, and Holly are all there for you and help you.”

“Ari, it took me a long time to start dating again-”

“Yea? With that jerk? Honey, I know you can't hear me, but I need you to listen to Chloe and Andy.” 

**

Andy held Chloe’s little hand as they walked along the cemetery. The weather was perfect, and the wind chimes could be heard. Chloe talked, and Andy listened, making him laugh in between.  

“Uncle DeeDee?” Chloe asked in a sad tone. Andy paused and looked down at her.

“What's up, Bug?” Andy asked. 

Chloe looked at her Uncle with sad eyes, “Uncle DeeDee, I'm sad. I'm sad because I miss Papa. I don't have a papa.” Chloe said, on the verge of crying. Andy looked at her and squatted down to her level.

“Awe, baby bug? I know its-”

“Uncle DeeDee! Mommy, I like mommy happy! She misses my papa and I want a Papa! No, Mr. Jake!” Chloe said as she started to cry. 

Andy looked at his goddaughter and wiped her tears. 

“Bug, I know. I miss your Papa very much too! But you want to know something? I made a very big promise to your Papa. I promised him that I would always be there for you and your mama and to always protect you and mama. Okay?” Andy said, pinching her button nose.

“You prowmis?” 

“Yes, baby bug. I promised your Papa when you were born.” 

“Uncle DeeDee, I don't like Mr. Jake. He's no Papa. He gave me pwesent, but I don't like it. I took it because Mommy told me not to be a meany,” Chloe said.

“I know you don't like Mr. Jake. I don't either. But your mommy likes him, and we need her to be happy-”

“NO! MOMMY, no, mommy is not. Mr. Jake is mean. I see him walking by Papa’s picture, and he says bad words!” Chloe cried. Andy looked into her eyes, and he knew that something was up. 

“Why do you say that? I know you don't like Mr. Jake.” 

“Mr. Jake saids mean things to Papa!” Chloe said, and Andy picked her up. She placed her little arms around his neck, and he rubbed his hand around her back. 

“Okay, baby bug, I'm here now. I promise not to let Mr. Jake make you unhappy, okay?” Andy said. 

Chloe lifted her little head, and he wiped away more of her tears, “Prowmis Uncle DeeDee?” Chloe asked, sticking out her little pinky. 

Andy laughed and placed his pinky with hers. “Yes, I, Uncle DeeDee, promise.”

[hyunsvngs]

hiii this is pegging anon (who also very much has a piss kink...) when i saw that ask from alemi i literally screamed like omg help me. can't stop thinking about pegging jisung on a full bladder & telling him that if he can't hold it then he can't cum🥺 SAME WITH LIXXIE & BINNIE UGH they are literally my little pretty piss princesses. also can i be 🎀 anon if that isn't taken pls and ty?

AHHH HELLO BABY I LOVE THIS TBOUGHT BC I LOVE PEGGING I LOVE PISS AND I LOVE JISUNG!!! BUTTT I THINK IM FONNA TALK ABT LIXIE HERE BC IT IS HIS BDAY IN KOREA ATM!!!!! ANDDDD THAT EMOJI IS TAKEN:( BUT WHAT ABOUT 🩷? LEMME KNOW!

“‘s too much, you’re- you’re hitting me deep, mommy,” felix is so fucking beautiful like this - on his back, legs up in a mating press while you thrust your strap into his hole. you know it’s too much. you knew it would be too much when you forced him to drink the litre of water before you fucked, but he loves it. “i can’t hold it in, i- g’na make a mess!”

“oh, really?” you hum, as if it was news. with one hand, you reach down and stroke his balls, just a soft movement. it makes felix buck his hips and whine nonetheless, his hands occupied with holding his legs up for you. “why don’t you just let go? you want to piss yourself for me, don’t you?”

“i- it’s dirty,” felix whispers, a pout on his full lips and his eyes watery. your hips pause just to kiss his cute button nose. “i can’t do that in front of mommy.”

“i know you’re dirty, baby. mommy likes her baby dirty, doesn’t she?” it’s a rhetorical question, but felix nods anyway, sniffing back his tears. your hips kick back up again, thrusting into his prostate with hard, lengthy thrusts, and you can practically feel his hole clenching as he gets close to the breaking point.

“‘m- mommy, i d’no if i’m gonna cum or p-pee, i-“

“just let go, dirty baby, c’mon. let go for mommy.”

the golden stream that bursts from the tip of his cock doesn’t surprise you. it sprays over his abs messily, dripping back down to his balls and some even getting on you. what does surprise you is when the stream tapers off, and he’s drippy for a second, and then hot white cum erupts all over his abs, too. felix’s eyes are wide, dark chocolate staring back at you when you look at him.

“‘s messy. i made a mess.” he looks shy, timid, and you giggle, kissing his pout off of his face.

“i like you messy, baby.”

♡ juno