#mommy promised that if you all sit down and shut up we can have another war when the humans are dead

[winepresswrath]

Cannot believe at this late stage of my life I'm becoming a Gabriel fucker. Local mean jock doesn't want to be evil now, he wants to be loved. I'm slightly annoyed they didn't make Beelzebub more unhinged because the "plot" should have been at least half about them fucking up shit on an absolute rampage trying to find Gabriel, a thing everyone assumes they are doing to fry him with hellfire so they can kick off the war in a way that's advantageous to hell, BUT ACTUALLY!!! true love.

[luveline]

kisses before dinner —the harrington family gets ready for a dinner party. mom!reader, 3k

"...and I told mommy she needed my help but your mom doesn't like listening to me anymore," Steve says, eyebrows pulled together, "because of that one time I told her the side of the refrigerator was supposed to feel warm and it broke. But I'm usually right."

Wren blinks at him dopily where she lies in the dip of his thighs. Steve has his knees up, back flat on the couch and head propped by a pink fluffy heart pillow from Bethie's bed to speak to her face to face. 

"I promise you'll understand when you're older. I'm a genius." He strokes her little forehead. Steve's youngest daughter is too baby to look like anybody, but he's starting to think she looks like him anyway. "And now mom has to run the washing machine again when we were already super duper busy." 

"Shut up!" you yell from the kitchen. 

Bethie giggles from the same place, seemingly, raising her voice to join in, "Yeah, daddy! Shut up!" 

"That's so not nice." Steve shakes his head at Wren in dramatic disbelief. She smiles at him. "Isn't that mean? Don't you think that's sick?" 

"You're being a know-it-all again!" you continue. "And we'd be less busy if you were helping me!" 

"I'm sick of helping," Steve says conversationally. "I help all day long." 

Wren gurgles and lifts one of her hands toward him. Steve holds it in his, rubbing at her palm with a gentle thumb. She totally gets what he's saying, agrees with him no doubt, breathing out heavily as Steve gives her hand a wave up and down. 

"Steve," you say, dropping the angry act to pull him in, "please, sweetheart, I really do need your help."

"How am I supposed to say no to that?" Steve whispers. "Does she guilt trip you that way?" 

Wren doesn't giggle, but the breathy, happy sound she makes as he crunches forward to kiss her forehead is close enough to make Steve laugh himself. He moves her carefully into the curve of his arm and stands, wishing he could stretch, exhausted by another long week but undeniably happy. "Let's go see what they want," he murmurs to Wren. 

You and Bethie are in the kitchen by the stove. She's wearing oven mitts too big for her, and you're crouched behind her offering steady instructions. "Don't touch the sides, my love. Only the baking tray. If it feels warm and you're not happy, tell me, and I'll take it straight away." You wear your own oven gloves.

"I can do it," Beth insists, squaring her features. 

Beth takes the baking tray and its cookies into her hands, walking with short steps to the counter, where she slides the tray up high. You lean over her to make sure it's settled before closing the oven and dashing a kiss into her cheek. "Well done, gorgeous girl," you say, scratching lightly at her shoulder as she preens under the praise. "One day you'll be making cookies all by yourself."

"But not for a while?" she asks, startled. 

You kiss her again. "Not for a long, long time." 

"Did you need my help or my approval?" Steve asks, his hand making a small thump with each pat he taps into Wren's back. "A taste tester, right?" 

"I need you to find your other daughters. I have no idea where they are," you say with a rueful smile. 

"Okay." Steve has carried babies. He's carried them for years, tiny ones and ones too big to need it, carried nonetheless. But something about Wren in all her newness makes him nervous. He hates carrying her up and down the stairs, too aware of the times he's missed a step or tripped up. "Can you take her?" 

"Yes!" Bethie says, running to her unofficial chair at the dining table and holding out her mitted arms as she sits. 

You nod at him and take the seat next to her. Steve hands Wren over into her sister's waiting hold, more than confident you're still there to take over if things get overwhelming. Wren looks comically large in Bethie's lap. 

"I have her, dad." Beth leans down to touch her nose to Wren's. "Hi, Wren. Hello, hello," she says softly.

Steve gives your cheek a swift but loving stroke and leaves in search of the other kids. He can hear Dove in her room talking to herself in make believe, but Avery, the oldest, isn't with her, nor is she in her bedroom. Steve knocks on the bathroom door. 

"Are you in there, Ave?" 

No answer. Steve raises his voice. "I'm coming in." 

He peeks inside slowly but she's not there. Eyebrows raised, Steve asks, "Avery, where are you?" Nothing. "Avery Harrington, don't make me worry! Please." 

He lets his head drift to one side, listening for an answer. Avery rarely gets told off and she hates it; she'd jump to tell him where she was if she were up here. 

Or so he thinks. Just as he's taking the stairs again to look for her someplace he must have missed, he hears sniffling coming from the master bedroom. 

Idiot, he thinks, relief taking tight hold. He doesn't like not knowing where the girls are. He should've checked your room to begin with. 

"Ave?" he says, opening his bedroom door. "You in here?" 

"I'm here, dad," she says, peering up from the space between the top of the bed and his nightstand, kneeling on the carpeted floor. 

"What are you doing down there? We gotta get ready for Aunt Robin's party." 

Her cheeks shine in the slice of light from the open door. Steve closes it behind him and flicks on the big light, rounding the end of the bed to help her up. He hooks his hands under her arms and pulls her into his chest, bed springs creaking as their joined weight lands. 

"Why are you crying?" he asks, cuddling her to his front. "What's wrong? Why didn't you come and find me? You can't stay here crying all by yourself, that's not cool. How am I supposed to make it better if I don't know what's wrong?" 

"Dove bit me." 

Steve gasps. "Again?" 

"On my hand, dad." She holds up her wrist. "It hurts." 

He presses his cheek to the top of her head, taking her arm tenderly to analyse the bite. It's a nasty thing, not bleeding but cruel and stark. "I'm sorry," he says. 

"You said I can't be mean–" 

"No, you can't–" 

"But it was really mean." 

"I know," he murmurs, "but I just don't… we can't be mean to Dove when she bites because she doesn't know it's wrong, okay? She doesn't remember. She knows it's the wrong thing to do, but by the time I tell her she doesn't know what she did." What Steve means is that the first time Dove bit Avery, Avery reacted on impulse and slapped her sister in the stomach. There isn't a bridge yet to connect to Dove why she might have received such a thing (though Steve teaches all the girls that hitting is never okay no matter what), so Dove just thought she was being hit. It was a very tense half hour of tears. 

Steve rubs Avery's back as she starts to cry in earnest. "I will tell her not to bite you, honey. I swear, I won't let her be mean to you. I'll tell her until she understands." 

He's been trying to teach Dove not to bite, but saying 'no' doesn't seem to do anything. Positive incentives don't last, and taking her toys wouldn't make much sense, because again, she doesn't get it. 

"You know," Steve says, wiping her cheeks tenderly, "I'll tell her again and again and again until she stops, and it'll work, because it worked with you." 

"What?" 

"You used to bite me sometimes, but you used to bite mom all the time." 

Avery looks at him in horror. "I did?" 

He puts her down onto her feet and takes her hand. He'd like to tell her this story while sitting down, but Robin's house beckons and time is running short. "Mom would come home from work and you'd be very happy to see her, but she would ask you what you did today and where we went and you'd bite her." 

He peeks into Dove's room and finds her missing. Downstairs, you say, "No! No, no, babe!" and he assumes she's been found. 

"Why would I do that?" 

Steve holds her hand buoyed between them as he descends the stairs. "We decided it was because you missed her. When your Dove's age you don't know how to say that. You don't even know what that is. I'm a thousand years old and I don't even know what I'm feeling half the time. So mom stopped hugging you after work for a bit until you calmed down." 

"But I don't go to work, dad. Why did Dove bite me?" 

"What were you doing?" 

"We were playing with Mr Scruffles and the care bears and she just bit me for no reason!" 

Steve stops at the bottom of the stairs. "Were you being a bossy boots?" 

Avery glares at him. "I just told her to stop taking Funshine bear." 

"Well," Steve says, smiling at her in apology, "maybe, next time, you can come and tell me, and then I'll tell her to stop taking Funshine bear, and then when she wants to bite someone she bites me instead of you. That could work, yeah?" He would much prefer it. 

Steve takes Avery to the kitchen, where you've transferred Wren into her bassinet while Bethie eats a cookie, her cheeks messy with chocolate, and Dove languishes in your arms, small hands touching your hair curiously. 

"Dove, will you look at this?" he asks, showing her Avery's bite mark. "You see that, honey? That's what you did when you bit your sister. We don't bite."

You gasp. "No!" you say, stern but far from cruel. "We don't bite. We only bite when we want to eat something." 

Dove frowns. 

"When you bite," Steve says, trying to appeal to her smarts. It'll stick eventually. "You give Avery an owie. That's why we can't bite, okay?" 

Dove can tell she's being chided even if she doesn't totally get why. "No," she says unhappily. 

"Can you say sorry to Avery?" you ask, reassuring her with a gentle squeeze. "Say, I'm sorry, Avery." 

"Sorry, Ave'y," she mumbles. 

Avery can't glare for long. She doesn't hold a grudge, not like her dad. "It's okay. You didn't mean to." 

You beam at Avery like she's hung the moon. "You're so nice, my big girl. Can I have a look at your wrist? Did that hurt?" 

Her mother's concern draws fresh tears. You swap children, and Dove quickly forgets what happened as Avery cries in little sniffles on the countertop. Steve brims with a familiar brand of pride as you comfort her, kissing and offering treats to help her feel better. I picked the right one might be applicable, only Steve didn't choose you so much as he happened upon you one day like a miracle, and then begged to keep you. Luckily for him, you've always been very agreeable on that front. 

(As in, you love him more than can be said in any one language.) 

"What are you upto?" Steve asks Bethie.

She shows him her food-covered hands. He nods like this is awesome, but in reality chocolate stains her t-shirt and she's going to have to change before they leave. Dove rams herself against his leg and looks up with her eyes widened. 

"What?" he asks. 

"Um…" 

"What do you want?" he asks, softer. She starts to frown again. Steve bends. "Drink? Crackers?" No dice. "What about some pear slices?" 

Dove loves pears more than anything, the sticky, sugary sliced kind from the can. Her frown disappears and she walks off, thankful to be understood. Steve's just grateful he wasn't bitten.

"What else did you need?" Steve asks, winding around you where you're cleaning Avery's cheeks. A damp washcloth drips down your arm.

"More time. Have any?" 

"Wren's bag is done, bottles done, Bethie's dinner." He whispers the last part. Bethie is a picky eater and she grows pickier with time, and Robin knows this, but she's not a parent (as sweet and caring as she might be for the girls). Only something you or Steve have made is something Bethie will deign to eat, and she's insecure about it despite having no reason to be. "Beth needs a new top. Your blouse needs to go in the dryer, and I can't find my nice pants. Avery?" 

"I don't need anything." 

"You sure? You have Mr Scruffles?" 

She wraps her arms around your neck. "Just want a hug." 

"Then I guess I'm busy while daddy does all my chores," you tease Steve lightly, your touch similarly soft where it tracks up and down Avery's arm. "I'm sorry Dove bit you again. It's not fair. Not fair at all. Maybe we should only have you playing downstairs until me and dad figure it out, okay? I don't want her to keep taking bits of you." 

Steve clears the checklist. Not to brag or anything, but he's a pro. You both are. Life is hectic as always and you knew getting out the door would be a process, so you planned accordingly, and you arrive at Robin's with time to spare, though Dove smells strongly of sugary pears and Bethie's new shirt has fingerprints on the back. 

"Hi, crew!" Robin greets. "It's my favourite Harringtons!" 

"We're your only Harringtons." 

"That's not true, I went to college with a Harrington." Robin ushers the girls inside. They want one thing and one thing alone —hugs. Dove is the most insistent, dropping your hand to offer Robin her arms. She picks the small girl up and smiles at her with a monumental amount of love. Robin doesn't have favourites but Dove demands it, sometimes. Avery says, "Hello, Aunt Robin," and hugs her stomach, while Bethie puts her arm behind Avery and hugs them both. 

Steve's arm shakes. "Any chance I can get through? This is a really heavy baby." 

"Hi," Robin says, ignoring him without guilt. "You guys are the best part about having a best friend." 

Steve logs that one for later revenge and eases around the mass of bodies to take Wren into the living room. "Holy fuck," he says, "I thought you weren't coming?" 

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I wanted to see the girls. It has nothing to do with you." 

They hug and pat each other on the back, and then Eddie drops to his knees in front of Wren's car seat to smile at her. "I love her so much. Can I have this one? Y'already have so many." 

"No you absolutely cannot. Where's Dustin?" 

"They're all in the backyard. Mora's teaching them how to make grass flutes, or something." 

"How'd you get out of that?" 

Eddie shrugs. "She doesn't like me. Doesn't make any sense, goth and metal are like brothers." 

"Is she goth? I thought we settled on hippie who wears dark clothing." 

"You guys are such losers!" Robin says, like a tree adorned in girl-shaped ornaments. "Don't bitch about Mora." 

"Don't swear in front of my kids!" 

You, having taken off your shoes and coat, unlike Steve, shimmy around the table. "He said 'fucking bitch' in front of Bethie the other day," you gossip, sitting by your friend's side. Eddie gives you a quick hug. You're undoubtedly his favourite Harrington. 

"He's a disgusting man who shouldn't have kids." 

You gasp and elbow him. "How dare you." 

"Can we go play with Stinky?" Avery asks Robin. 

Robin puts Dove down, short hair flying every which way, "If you can find him. But be nice, okay? He's agitated today. Mora says it's something about the supermoon." 

Avery laughs and Dove races to follow her sister up the stairs. "Ave, remember what I said, okay?" Steve calls after her. "Come and tell me if she's being bad! And no going in the bathroom!" 

Bethie remains, oddly. Though it's obvious why she's stayed the longer she lingers, her gaze flickering between you and Eddie. 

He holds his arms out. "Hello, Beth. You want a bro hug?" 

Bethie laughs and meanders into his waiting arms, where he pat-pat-pats her back like he did to Steve, eliciting a wave of happy giggles. "You've gotten so big again!" Eddie says, moving her away kindly. "Woah!" 

"I'm glad people have stopped saying that to me," you joke. 

Steve's delighted, laughing loud and sudden, and you're always pleased to have made him laugh, practically collapsing in his direction. He pulls at you until you're arm's reach. 

"What does that mean, Eddie?" Bethie whispers. 

Eddie pulls her into his lap. "It means your mom is happy about baby Wren being born." 

"I'm really happy too." 

"I bet you are! Your dad told me you're like his little helper, is that true?" 

Steve turns into your cheek. A quick stolen moment before he kisses under your ear and pulls away. "Wow," he says, smiling at you, "could we, like, actually have a conversation right now? A full one?" 

You beam. "What do you wanna talk about?" 

Steve could happily talk about everything and nothing with you. Before bed you guys are usually tired but excited enough to be alone together that you'll talk about the colour of the new dish soap or Avery's broken pinky nail. "Seen any good movies lately?" 

You give him the look. He practically invented it, that sticky, gooey eyed love as you murmur, "Mm, no. Don't think so. How about you?" 

He leans in for a kiss. 

"Yikes," Eddie says, covering a giggling Bethie's eyes with his hands. "Robin, house rules, please!" 

Steve drops his arms heavily over your shoulders for a warm hug. "He's just jealous," he whispers. 

[gentlyweeps-world]

Hey could you do one for Fernando Alonso with wife pregnant! reader where she surprise him with the news during their anniversary with the help of their child? (He's at Aston Martin) Just something fluff and cute. You decide how it ended. Tag me later! Thanks!!

#1 girl dad

summary: above ^^

pairing: nando alonso x fem!reader

warnings: slightly suggestive | pregnancy talk

genre: fluff!!

notes: I will be continuing to work on requests, sorry for the slow posts 🫶

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“Camila? Do you want to help me decorate for Daddy’s surprise?” You ask out softly to your daughter Camila, she’s only five years old.

You knew you and Fernando were a bit late to having kids- but it didn’t matter, you and him were both happy.

“Yes mommy..” You hear her quiet voice call out from her bed, she had just gotten up from a nap, tired from trying to stay up for Fernando to get home.

It wasn’t that late- maybe 10-11 at night, but that was late for your Camilla.

Now it wasn’t a normal day, it was yours and Fernando’s anniversary, 8 years together.

While you had planned to have a nice dinner, and watch a movie, he had some sim work to do which pushed the timing of everything a bit back.

You didn’t mind, you were used to the uncertainty of things.

Plus- you had Lance Stroll to help.

You have at least thirty minutes before he’ll be on his way back home.

Thanks Lance, I owe you ❤️

Don’t worry about it, just make sure I’m her god-father

Right of course, you left out the most important part.

You were pregnant again, and with another little girl. It was difficult keeping it a secret, especially since Nando knew you so well, but you had managed it.

You also managed to let it slip to Fernando’s teammate, but Lance promised to keep it a secret and help out in anyway needed, which he has done a fantastic job in.

“Mommy…when will daddy be home..” Camila mumbles out, dragging her blanket and stuffie out of bed with her.

“Soon baby, just help mommy for a tiny bit, okay?” You say softly, smiling as you drag your fingers through her brown hair.

“Okay…then can I get candy after?”

“Of course baby..” You reply with a smile, taking her free hand and walking towards your living room.

Then you started to decorate, just with some banners and cheesy “I’m pregnant” decor.

Now of course half way through Camila fell asleep on the couch, in her defense she did help hand a banner to you, which was very tiring work.

“Will he like this..?” You mumble out to yourself, looking over all of the decor, it was cute but romantic at the same time, “Ah he’ll like anything I do for him..” You add on.

You wander into your kitchen, quietly and quickly starting to boil some pasta for an easy and light dish.

Just as you finish you hear the front door open, and gently shut. “Amor? Y/n..?” You hear Nando call out from the hallway.

Good luck Y/n ❤️

Thanks Lance ❤️

You let out a soft sigh, setting your phone down you walk over into the living room, spotting Fernando sitting on the couch with Camila, who’s still asleep.

“What’s all this amor?” He asks, looking over at you then around the living room once more, “I know it’s our anniversary but I have a feeling there’s something you’re hiding..” He adds on with a grin.

“Well..how do you feel about another girl..?” You ask with a smile, walking over to him and sitting on his knee, wrapping an arm around his neck to place a kiss to his cheek,

“I’d love nothing more than that…” He mumbles out with a smile, “I knew Lance was being suspicious..”

“Well he certainly helped with keeping it a secret..” You say with a grin, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Let me guess..he wants to be the godfather of our next little one?” Fernando asks, wrapping an arm around you.

“Yes, is that alright with you?”

“Of course amor, anything that makes you happy..” Fernando says with a smile, placing a soft kiss to your neck.

“Well I guess I’ll have to get you that mug you wanted..” You say with a smile, dragging your fingers through his brown hair.

Fernando chuckles at the mention of that, “I am a pretty good girl dad, aren’t I?”

“Yeah you’re the best”

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[josiesullysblog]

Emotions

~AGED UP Neteyam x reader, platonic sully family x reader

~ANGSTTTTTT, little fluff

~Proofread?- no

~Summary-[Y/n] is naturally gorgeous, and a bubbly girl. Just by the way she carries herself, you’d never know what happens at home.

TW: Parental abuse will be mentioned and signs of unstable mental illness please read at your own discretion.

***

From the moment you were born, you were a ray of sunshine. You always smiled, only cried when hurt, and had great manners. Many people, including Jake, constantly questioned your parents about how they were able to get you so calm. They’d simply laugh and say, “she’s just a perfect angel,” but the truth was they enlisted fear into you. You can remember the first incident. You were playing alone as usual, when your mother took the little wood Ikran out of your hand. “I told you to have this place tidy,” your mother said looking down on you.

She was a clean freak, expecting you to be the exact same. So, every day you’d clean, the best you could for a child. You did it no questions asked, but today you hadn't done it. There was nothing to clean, so you grabbed some toys and started playing. “But everything is already cleaned,” your words set her off immediately she grabbed you and dragged you towards the woods, “mommy where are we going?” you said as her feet became quicker.

“I should've done this sooner,” once she made sure she was deep enough she let go of you. You looked around not recognizing your whereabouts, “where are we? Is dada coming soon?” you said getting closer to the woman. She immediately pushed you away, “get away from me,” you looked at her dumbfounded, “Mommy, why are you doing this?” Tears brimmed in your eyes as you grabbed her hand tightly, “did you not hear me? I said get away!” This time her words rang through the forest you were in, and she pushed you to the ground. Sobs fell out of your mouth, “why are you trying to leave me?”

She grabbed your cheeks looking you dead in the eye, “because I don't want you.” You cried hard as she tried walking but you kept following, “please, mommy don't leave!” she stopped walking and fell to the floor crying herself, “I don't understand mommy” you cried as the woman put herself into a ball. “I’m so sorry baby,” she said grabbing you, “Mommy didn't mean to hurt you.” Your body was exhausted from all your crying and walking, and you collapsed in her arms. “It’s okay mommy.” You still didn't know why she did that, but you knew you didn't want to be left out there.

Your father wasn't any better. He believed emotions were a waste of time, you found it funny how he ended up with someone like your mother, constantly crying and emotional. From a young age, he’d force this “emotionless” persona onto you telling you, “you can't let your womanly emotions consume you [Y/n].” Tears threatened to fall as you held your favorite toy snapped into two pieces. “You don’t want to end up like your mother, now do you?” he grabbed your chin making you look at him, “What's wrong with being like mommy?”

His eyes darkened as he gripped your chin harder, “everything,” you fought in his grip before he let go. Your mother walked in before sitting by your father, “don’t fill our child’s head with nonsense it's okay to cry,” you looked between them as your mother held a lovesick face at your father, and he held disgust. “Shut up, all you do is cry,” he got up patted your head and left.

Your mother's eyes lingered on you, “promise me you’ll never love anyone the way I loved your father,” you nodded your head quickly before heading out of the room, “I want to hear you say it.” You looked back at her, “but that's mean to dada,” She stood up quickly, “as if he cares for us,” you didn't know what to say so you stayed silent. “Say it, child.” You fidgeted from one foot to another. “I’ll never love anyone the way you loved him,” She smiled at you before sitting down. Funny how that was the one promise you would end up breaking.

You met Neteyam when your father dragged you along with him to meet up with Jake. You quietly sat down and waited when the little boy appeared. He held a big fish in his hands, a smile on his face. “Look what I caught!” he flashed the fish to everyone. His eyes landed on you and he walked up smiling, “look at what I caught!” you looked around making sure your parents weren't around before acknowledging him, “nobody likes a bragging tongue.” He looked at you puzzled, “I don't know what that means.”

Obviously, you couldn't get that from anywhere. It was a saying your mother said to you. After she caught you showing your new birthday toys off, “Ewya does not like a bragging tongue, child,” you sat with tears in your eyes as she threw them down the river. “I wasn't bragging they asked to see!” you sobbed. Your mother hit your mouth, indicating for you to shut up. “I know what I saw, child. Do you dare lie to me?” You attempted to stop your sobs, while they were trapped in the back of your throat. “No, mommy.”

Before you could answer him, his father came out taking his attention away from you, “dad look what I caught!” Jake smiled big petting the top of his head, “good job!” His positive response confused you, but your father grabbed you quickly. “Was my little girl bothering you, son?” you shook your head, ready to defend yourself. “No, I was showing her my fish!” Your father smiled as Jake waved at you, “you know I have a little girl, you should go play with her,” he offered looking at your father who pushed you a little, “it's alright with me.”

Neteyam gave his fish to his dad before grabbing your hand, “my sister's name is Kiri, I think you’ll like her even though she can be a bit bossy sometimes.” You let him talk, as you pulled up to where his siblings were playing, “Kiri! I have a new friend for you!” Kiri’s head shot up, and you gave a small wave. In an instant, you both clicked running around and playing.

After trying to catch your breath, you lay down in the grass as the moon came out, “[Y/n], when we get older I want you to be my sister!” She breathlessly said, you nodded as you noticed two figures walking towards you two, “so that means you have to mate with Neteyam,” your face scrunched at the idea of mating. Your mother said only fools mate, “I can only do it if he agrees.” Kiri clapped, “he’s been wanting to play with you for weeks! He won’t mind!”

The two figures showed themselves as Jake and Neytiri. “You both ready to come home?” You got up quickly remembering you should've been home an hour ago. “Bye Kiri! I have to get home,” you ran as far as your little legs could take you. “She was fun!” Kiri said as Neytiri watched you intently. Something was off.

You walked right into your little home to your mom wailing on the floor, “mommy are you okay?” your mother's eyes landed on you gripping you tight, “my child, where have you been?” she forced you to lie on the floor with her, “dada helped me make new friends!” she made a terrible face as if the idea of friends were the worst thing ever. “Child, you know what friends become right?” you shook your head, “mates, and if you mate I’d be all alone. Left here to die,” you immediately shook your head, “I’d never forget you, mommy, I’d visit you every day!” she shook her head, “you must promise me to never mate.” You hesitated before speaking, “I promise, mommy,” your words gave her comfort before you fell asleep.

Neytiri knew. She saw the way you held yourself, you were so mature for your age. She never trusted your mother, but she never wanted to overstep. She feared they’d take you away. She voiced her fears as she watched her children play. You all were much older now, Kiri and Lo’ak were 17, and you and Neteyam were 18. “I fear there is something wrong with [Y/n].” Jake, who was sharpening his makeshift knife, looked up at her, “why do you say that?” Neytiri had no real reason to say it, but she believed there was something wrong. “My gut tells me, she is in danger,” Jake stood up and kissed her forehead, “nothing is wrong with her, and if she is in any trouble we will be right here.” His words gave her comfort, as she watched you walk towards them with beads in your hand.

“Good evening, Mrs. and Mr. Sully!” you had become very gorgeous, to your mother's dismay. You attracted many Na’vi but you still forced yourself to listen to your mother. At least that's what you liked to tell yourself, it was mainly because you wanted Neteyam to court you. You dreamed of the day you’d get to leave your mother. Counting the days down to your ceremony, you’d never tell anyone of the abuse and neglect you were subject to because you were afraid. Afraid of what your parents might do, so it was a secret even to the family that basically adopted you. Neteyam and you became very close, you and him sneaking off and enjoying each other's company. You wished you could truly open up to him, but fear paralyzed you.

“I just wanted to give these to Kiri!” you said beaming at them. Neytiri wrapped her hands around you, something you still have not gotten used to. “Let me do your hair, little one,” you fidgeted your hands, estimating how long it could take. You promised to clean your little area today. “Okay, but make it quick!”

Neteyam watched from a distance as his mother did your hair, “what's taking you forever to ask her?” Lo’ak asked as he pretended to puke watching Neteyam’s lovesick face, “I plan to do it this coming week,” he shoved Lo’ak jokingly.

Neytiri softly parted your hair as she noticed you keeping track of time, “[Y/n], you know you are loved by us, right?” you sighed, “of course!” Jake watched as your mannerisms changed. Your hands attempted to cover yourself, while you moved your feet. “So, if something was happening you’d tell us?” Your heart fell to your stomach, did they know? You couldn't lie, as you attempted to think of a half truth and half lie, Neteyam came.

“Hello, pretty,” he sat by you, interlocking your fingers with his. “I missed you,” you told him as he smiled big. “Finished,” Neytiri was mad her son interrupted the conversation, but she saw the way you both lit up at the mention of the other. You two were in love.

As you became carried away, you stopped checking time. So, when you looked around you and noticed you were late you became pale. “Is everything alright?” Neteyam said looking at you. You jolted up, “I forgot I had to head home early, I’ll see you tomorrow!” You ran off with no explanation.

“She forgot her beads,” Tuk said, Neteyam sighed, “I’ll bring them to her.” Neytiri looked at him, “I’ll come along,” Neteyam was going to question when Kiri spoke, “tell her I said I need the other ones, not these,” as she, Tuk, and Lo’ak walked home.

“Why are you all coming?” Neteyam asked, “why not, we haven't seen her parents in a long time.” He shrugged satisfied with the response and kept walking.

You stood at the side of your home, broom in hand as your mother screamed at you. It was another one of her episodes and the look in her eyes scared you. “You promised me you’d clean. YOU LAIR!” tears threatened to fall as she hurled insults at you. She fell to the floor patting it, feeling it for filth. “You call this clean?” She yelled at you.

Her yells were heard by Jake who stepped forward, “is that [Y/n]?” Neteyam stepped closer to hear when a scream was heard, “WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING THIS? YOU NEVER LISTEN, YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD. EWYA HATES THE ONES WHO BRAG AND ALL YOU DO IS RUB IT IN MY FACE HOW MUCH BETTER OFF YOU ARE!”

She grabbed you pushing you to the floor, “momma stop!” you covered your head while she hit you, “YOU RUINED MY LIFE!” Neteyam had heard enough before throwing the woman off you, “what’s going on in here?” Jake and Neytiri walked in. Neytiri gasping at your appearance. Half an hour ago, you were smiling and now you had bruises covering your body.

“YOU WHORE! YOU BROUGHT YOUR MATE TO COME TO KILL ME OFF?” sobs left your mouth as you stood up, “Mama, please stop,” the woman stood up heading your direction, “your father was right, you were just a mistake.”

“THAT'S ENOUGH!” Jake grabbed the woman away before taking her out of the tent, with her gone you fell to the floor weeping. “Oh [Y/n] it's okay,” Neteyam hugged you as you fell into his embrace. “I’ll never be good enough for her.”

Neytiri felt tears fall from her face as she noticed her worst fear become reality. Neteyam held you as his mind kept replaying what your mother said. How long as this been going on for? Why didn't you say anything? He’d hold his questions for later, right now he knew he needed to be here.

***

Lazy ending I know, but I'm tired and was supposed to be done by 9! But hope you enjoy it!

[ladybelladonna76]

Rachel didn't know what her stepdad saw in that stupid girl he was dating

She was obviously hot, but she was also bitchy, vain, and materialistic

Unsurprisingly he'd met this goldigger shortly after the medical negligence payout from her mother's accidental death, at the hands of a drunk quack doctor, when Daddy had been looking for some comfort at the bottom of a whiskey glass in questionable bars

"We're going to have so much fun, Daddy says we can spend whatever we want today, I have permission to spoil us both rotten"

Rachel rolled her eyes

"Let's just get this over and done with"

"Okay Rachey, I promise you're going to love it, this salon works miracles, then we go shopping!", Rosie squealed as she said shopping like some over excited middle school girl on a carnival ride

"Whatever, I'm doing this because DAD asked me too that's all, after the salon you can drop me off home before going out shopping"

"Okay meanie" Rosie pouted

Inside the salon it was as bad as Rachel had feared. This was just a grooming kennel for over primped high maintenance bitches, she couldn't think of one treatment she wanted to try.

"Please try the New U facial treatment Rachey" Rosie whined in her bimbo voice for the hundredth time

"Fine if you'll shut up, at least I get to lay down and relax"

She laid back and the beautician put the mask over her face

The mask started to emit a pulsing wave of light

It feels wrong, invasive, it hurts

She tried to sit up but couldn't move

Her brain felt like it was aflame as the light seemed to penetrate her skull

Suddenly words and concepts started to run through Rachel's head.

Bitch, cuckold, homewrecker, conniving, golddigger, manipulative

Every word brought a flood of images and memories of Rachel as the living embodiment of these words

Rachel knew she wasn't, there was no way she could be, she had never, would never do any of those things, her mom and dad raised her with a strong sense of right and wrong and everything she saw herself doing was wrong.

Rachel could sense new color behind her eyelids even though her eyes were closed tight

More information washed over her, new feelings and ideas.

She had secretly coveted her Step Daddy for years after her mom had married him. No he was always her Daddy, no my Dad, wasn't he?

I'd fucked that gold digging bitch's plastic surgeon behind her back, mommy dearest was fucking him to get a discount so he was fair game.

That's how I got him addicted to drugs and me, I got him drunk, high, and fucked him all night before the day of the surgery. I'd made him botch the surgery

Rachel screamed inside the mask, that's not me I wouldn't, I couldn't, I love my Mommy

Rachel felt her body starting to alter as the new light worked it's magic

She started to groan inside the mask as she felt her body staring to firm and tone, her breasts grew as implants formed inside them, her lips plumped, her nails lengthened into beautiful manicured claws.

Daddy loved her body so much better than her mom's pathetic..

"Oh my God, mom I'm sorry this isn't me, this isn't what I wanted!!"

Rachel removed the mask and looked around for her stepmom

Where was she?

"There's only us Raquel", she thought

This didn't make any sense

"We were always jealous of Mommy since middle school, all her boy toys, her clothes, cars, vacations, we just had to bide our time until we were all grown up and then he could be ours"

He?

Daddy?

Was Daddy hers now alone?

Ever nerve in her body fired in unison at this realization as an orgasm swept through her body

Of course New U Salon's machines didn't really work miracles they only used a cutting edge application of Quantum Mechanics.

They did however merge Rachel and her stepmom's quantum realities

A little tweak here and there, so the Quantum realm remained while and all was perfect with the world again

Another happy customer with guaranteed repeat business and referrals to boot

Rachel was very satisfied

Raquel skipped shopping that day and rushed home to her Daddy

She'd wanted him since he'd first walked into her life with her bitch mother

She spent years preparing for when they could be together. Years studying her mother's manipulation techniques, daily exercise at the gym to sculpt her body into a temple to be worshiped, style to dress in a manner befitting a goddess, oh and sex, how she'd perfected the art of love making and giving, she'd become such a slut.

All to be ready for her Daddy and now he was hers, she'd never give him up

New U Salon really was miraculous

[milkywaygg]

The Fly Incident (Cosma Family Lore-ALT)

Quick Note: Let me know if you guys want a second chapter!

“Linnie, hurry up! I don’t have all damn day! You’re quite lucky we’re even doing this at all!”, Nora’s bull-like voice boomed from downstairs. Linnie sighed gently as he tucked his 3,000 year old daughter, Chelsea, into bed for a nap, kissing her lightly on the forehead before climbing downstairs to meet his wife. She stood in front of the TV with a 20oz size bottle of Honey Oak Elk bourbon in her hand and her wand in the other, while their youngest, baby Cosmo, lied on the couch, his head somewhat slouched. Rolling his eyes, Linnie approached the couch and picked up Cosmo, wrapping his arms around his bac and making sure his head was supported.

“Really Nora? You couldn’t be bothered to hold him? At the very least, you could put him in his baby rocker. He doesn’t need to be sitting like that.”, Linnie nagged, earning an eye roll from Nora.

“Oh shut up! You act like you’re the perfect parent. Now are we doing this shit or not?”, Nora snapped, making her way towards the back door, opening it, “The playoffs are supposed to be starting in an hour, and I don’t wanna miss it just because YOUR kid learned something literally everyone else knows how to do.”

“Well yes, but this is his very first time. It’s a milestone. Just until Chelsea gets up from her nap. It won’ be too long, dear. I promise.“

“Linnie! I don’t give a shit about no milestone. Let’s just get this over with so I can watch the game.”, she yelled, making Linnie flinch as the two went outside to their backyard, Linnie setting Cosmo down gently on the ground. Smiling, he knelt down so he didn’t startle him and grabbed his hands, pulling Cosmo upwards until he stood on his feet.

“Nora, would you please stand over there. I’m gonna have Cosmo walk to mommy!”, Linnie cooed towards Cosmo, his heard fluttering as his son giggled and smiled towards Nora. Nora rolled her eyes as she failed to return the smile, tapping her foot impatiently as Linnie helped Cosmo walk towards her, setting him back down gently once they made their destination.

“Yay! Great job sweetheart! You made it to Mommy! Now Nora.”, Linnie instructed, only interrupting himself seeing that her hands were still full from the bourbon and wand, “Nora, would you please put those down somewhere? I need you to help Cosmo come to me.”

“Who do you think you are telling me what to do? I don’t want people stealing my wand, and I’m still drinking this!”, she argued, swaying a little bit as she took another swig of the bourbon. Linnie frowned.

“B-But I need you to hold his hands and help him walk to me.”

“So? You’ve shown him the first time? He should be able to walk on his own now, or at least try to. Are you implying out son is stupid?”

“N-No no! Of course not. It’s just..his muscles and brain need to develop, so it takes babies some time to-“

“Oh! So you ARE calling him stupid! Tells me a lot about the kind of father you are. Calling his son stupid, bah!”, Nora took another sip on her whiskey as she dangled her wand in front of Cosmo, who started to laugh and snatched the wand out of Nora’s hand. He laughed and laughed as he shook it around like a rattle. Cosmo grew more and more fascinated with the wand as the star tip stared to glow a bright yellow and accidentally shot a beam of gold towards his parents’ direction.

“O-Oh dear! Cosmo honey, give daddy the wand please. You’re not ready yet.”, Linnie knelt down gently to offer his hand for the wand, but to no avail. Cosmo barely noticed that Linnie was there at all as he continued to play with the wand, zapping all sort of things. He managed to change a tree from a bubblegum pink to a plum purple, and shrunk a neighboring streetlight. Through his fear, Linnie couldn’t help but feel somewhat impressed that Cosmo had managed to do all of this when he wasn’t even 1,000 years old yet. However, the more Cosmo transformed the world around him, the more scared and worried Linnie had become and the more smug Nora’s face had shown.

“Well, what do you know? Our son is good for something! Look how talented he is! Not like how Darren’s lazy ass was when he was a baby-“

“Nora please! Help me get the wand from him.”, Linnie cried, now tugging on the wand, making Cosmo start to cry as his “new toy” was being taken away, “Cosmo please sweetheart, it’s not a toy..”

“You know what, MOVE! You’re wasting my time!”, Nora yelled suddenly, knocking Linnie out of the way as he fell on his seat, “Cosmo, give me the fucking wand NOW! I’m not gonna tell you again!”

Cosmo jumped and tears startled to form as the sound of her tone, all the laughter and giggling that had previously filled the air had gone. Nora lunged forward and grabbed the bottom of the star tip, tugging on it as hard as she could as Cosmo exploded into tears. His cries had gotten stronger and stronger as Nora kept yelling and curing at Cosmo, before finally, the star tip glowed once more, and a gold beat hit Nora straight in the face.

Linnie watched in horror as he watched his son transform his wife, her body shrinking to about 6 inches tall and her eyes turning into a compact back instead of her usual cyan. She had also seemed to sprout two smaller wings on top of her original wings, as her arms and limbs turned black and stick-lick, losing any muscle they previously had. Her yelling also turned into an aggressive, buzzing sound as the rest of her body turned cyan and gray; a large, ugly fly taking Nora’s place. No longer with the conscious ability to think, Nora began to fly around aimlessly as Linnie quickly picked up the wand and Cosmo, who was still crying. He tried as hard as he could to change her back, but the more she moved around, the more he missed, and the more he risked zapping things that he had not intended.

Finally, running out of breath, Nora had finally flown off and Linnie had pocketed the wand in his tan pants pocket, keeping it away from Cosmo’s hands as he reached towards it. He pulled Cosmo into a hug and rubbed his back as they made their away inside, Linnie shushing him and promising him that it was ok and that it was an accident.

  “Daddy? Where’d Mommy go?”, Chelsea, his toddler daughter, asked as he was getting an after-school snack ready for her and Darren, and a bottle ready for the newly-calmed Cosmo. Linnie jumped a little bit upon hearing the question, unsure if she had heard the commotion from an hour earily.

“Um, what do you mean, darling?”

“Where did Mommy go? I heard the door close. Did you and Mommy go somewhere?”

Slightly relieved that the door was all she heard, Linnie placed the peanut butter crackers down on the table and took a seat, unsure of what to say to make her understand. He wasn’t sure when she was coming back, or even if she was coming back. For all he knew, she could have been eaten up by a frog or spider. Deciding against scaring his child, Linnie opted for a sugar-coated response until he felt she was old enough to understand what happened.

“Well…sweetheart, Mommy uhm…Mommy and Daddy had a bit of a disagreement and went out to take a break from a little while.”

“A break? A break from what?”

“Just a break, dear. She went to go something she enjoys for a little while.”

“Yeah, like bar-hopping or something.”, 7,000 year old Darren’s voice rang out. Despite being so young, Darren was quite intelligent. While he didn’t understand everything, he understand Nora’s basic patterns. If she wasn’t home, she was either working or getting black-out drunk, and given that the Fairy Academy closed early on Fridays…

“O-Oh, Hi Darren. I-I didn’t hear you come in. Um, take a seat. I’ve made you and Chelsea a snack.”, Linnie said, gently as he began to feed Cosmo the bottle. Unknowingly to the remaining household members, Nora had flown his while Darren still had the door open, and flown pretty far towards Nora’s feet. Her tiny wings giving out, she decided to land right next to Linnie’s black boot, just as Linnie stepped back and felt a small, squishing sensation from the bottom of his shoe. Placing Cosmo down in his high chair for a second, Linnie lifted his foot up, his face going white as a ghost as he saw Nora’s body smashed around his sole, her arms and legs twitching, before they stopped completely. He rushed to grab a spatula, and scrapped her body off his shoe before tossing her in he trash, his body shaking as he realized what had just happened…..

[countrymusiclover]

83 - Heretics in Mystic Falls

Part 84

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

It had only been a few weeks since we released the Heretics and Lily. And to my surprise everything was still going pretty well. Klaus’s siblings were double their own thing. While Klaus and I were busy raising our daughters. Klaus and I were laying on the couch in his old mansion with my head laying in his lap. "I don't think we have had this much peace in a long while, love."

“That’s true and I am honestly in love with it.” I giggled when he started running his fingers through my hair smiling up at him brightly.

Three sets of footsteps came down the stairs all jumping on us. “Mommy. Daddy!” All three of them giggled when they tackled us in hugs and smiles.

“What are you three rascals up to?” Klaus sat up putting Missy on his lap looking between the three of them.

Hope smiled at him. “Can you play hide and seek with us?”

“We played it with your siblings but we want to play with you.” Alina moved onto my lap where I wrapped my arms around her.

He tapped his knees lightly before he picked up Missy in his arms throwing her into the air shortly and catching her afterwards. "Right. Since your mother knows every inch of the house she should seek. And the four of us will hide."

"Sounds good to me." Turning my back to them I whipping my head around. "Oh and this time no using your powers."

Alina and Hope nodded, running their separate ways. Klaus and Missy did the same leaving me to count to 100. Once I finished I slowly walked upstairs using my vampire hearing searching for their heartbeats. Entering one of the spare rooms I couldn't hear anything going on but I paused outside the closet door flinging it opened finding Hope. "Hi mommy."

"Hi baby." I smiled, helping her to her feet.

We both kept searching through the house for the others. Hope went and looked underneath the bunk beds but they weren't there. Vamping down the hall I entered the art studio looking through the pieces. Until someone accidentally sneezed meaning I had found Alina. "Gotcha!"

"Dang. It would be harder if we could use our powers." She hit the ground with her fists getting to her feet.

Now it was onto Klaus and Missy. Hope and Alina went on their own search for their sister. Scratching my head I had checked almost all the rooms so I went in search of my husband. Because there was one room we told them to stay out of which was our bedroom. "Klaus, what are you doing in here?" I asked when I opened the door seeing that he wasn't even hiding.

"Shut the door. Hurry Rae." He waved his hand in the air putting his hands behind his head smiling at me.

Shutting the door slowly and quietly as possible I walked over sitting down by his feet. "Are you going to answer my question now of why you are in here?"

"I'm hiding from my beautiful seeker obviously." He gave me a cheeky grin.

I sent him a glare. "Nik…"

He quickly grabbed me by my hips flipping me onto my back on the soft mattress. He crawled back up so he was hovering above me. "I couldn't help myself, Raelyn. After all, being back in this room reminded me that this is the exact house I took your virginity from you."

"You're ridiculous, Nik. Come on, we promised the kids we would play with them.” I attempted to get up from the bed but he snagged my wrist holding me still in my place.

He spun me back down onto the bed holding my wrists above my head. “They would never dare to come looking for us here, Rae. Now I do believe we should test out this bed again shall we. It’s been so long.”

“It’s only been a few weeks. Surely you will get tired of me.” I teased him with a smirk even though I already knew his answer would be the opposite.

Klaus leans down, capturing my lips with his in a deep hungry kiss. I kissed him back gently before he started moving kisses down my face. “I could never tire of you, Raelyn. Even after another thousand years has passed I shall never tire of you…” He kissed down, nuzzling his nose into my neck as he went.

“Ohh Klaus!” I moaned, throwing my head back against the pillows. One hand was bawling the fabric of his shirt in my fingers.

He moaned, crashing his lips onto mine again where I wrapped my arms around his neck. “See you don’t want to leave this bed just as much as I do. Hmm…you can’t….help…yourself either.”

“Stop talking, Niklaus. And kiss me.” I demand that he holding his face in my hands. My fingers tracing over the brown stubble on his chin.

Klaus sat up on his knees shrugging his gray Henley over his head tossing it somewhere across the room. He moved his hands down to my shirt, tearing it in half. “Gentle or dominant, love?” He questioned throwing my torn shirt off the edge of the bed.

“Either way I don’t care. Just make love to me.” I told him, taking his face in my hands, I drew him in for another kiss.

He smiled into the kiss moving one hand through my hair deepening the kiss. Our hands were moving everywhere across each other. We both began to moan when he fisted the other's hair. “God I love you woman.” My husband breathed out holding himself up by his hands on either side.

Vamping him onto his back I started undoing the belt of his pants until we heard Hope hollering outside the door. "Mom. Dad, we found her and she was making the bed float up in the air!"

"So she was cheating!" Alina yelled back to us. "Oh and Caroline called saying the Heretics were in town setting things on fire."

Missy finally added on so oblivious to the danger that really meant. "Maybe they were just hungry."

“We should just stay in bed. They’ll get bored of standing outside the door after a while.” He whispered huskily in my ear, his fingers running up my bare back.

Glancing over my shoulder back at the shut door there was a huge part of me that wanted to. But heretics setting stuff on fire wasn’t good either. “Klaus, come on be serious. We released them. At least we can make sure they don’t destroy the town.”

“I already have three children. I do not wish to babysit the residence of a one pony town.” He grumbled sitting upright until I was sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and unclasped my bra.

Turning my head around to him I met his eyes staring down at me longingly. “Nik, all we have to do is check it out and then we will be right back here.”

“Isn’t this more temping, Rae…ugh fine.” He began kissing my neck once again until I tugged on his hair making him look me in the eye again. We got out of the bed and threw on some new clothes heading into the main part of town with our daughters in toe.

Caroline was on the ground with a dead body in front of her with fire roaring around. “Oh, my God! Unh! Agh!” She grabbed her head in pain where we saw three women standing behind her.

One hand dark skin and brunette curly hair. Another had straight blonde hair. Finally the last girl had light orange hair with all three holding their hands up using magic on her. “Hello, neighbor.” The curly brunette smirked.

“Girls stay right here.” Klaus instructed them before he vamped forward, throwing one of the boy heretics off of a girl that was screaming while he fed on her harshly.

I vamped forward seeing the blonde heretic biting into one man that was on fire. “Urgh, get off him!” I grunted, snapping her neck where she collapsed onto the ground.

Then Klaus and I both went after the other two girls that were feeding, launching them away from the dying people. The girl with orange hair raised her hand causing me to hold my head in agony. “You have a funny way of showing you saved us from our prison world.”

“Raelyn!” Klaus hollered trying to vamp to me but he held his head too when the blonde heretic had woken up. Stefan tackled the other guy heretic but he managed to overpower him holding a stake over his heart.

Our daughters all held hands and put the fire out with their own magic. “Adiatuur.”

“Enough!” Caroline stopped groaning once everyone saw Lily standing there at the scene. “I fought tirelessly to reunite us, found ways to coexist in this new world, sacrificed everything to make us a family again. How dare you jeopardize that? All of you...The bloodshed ends now.”

Removing my hands from my head I sighed in relief getting to my feet. Klaus did the same coming over to me and our daughters embraced us both. Lily slowly left with her heretics in toe. “What just happened?” Caroline asked, looking around at the dead bodies and blood seeing that Matt was the only human left alive.

“I don't know.” Stefan shook his head.

She threw her hands up into her hair raising her voice in shock towards her vampire friend. “I thought we blew them up! How did they survive that?”

“Wait a minute. You attempted to blow them up. What the hell is wrong with you two!” I raised my voice towards the pair, offended that we had come and helped.

Caroline whipped her blonde curls in her face at me. “Raelyn, you have to understand. They took over Stefan and Damon’s house. We didn’t know how dangerous they were going to be so-“

“So you thought you could kill them with a bomb. Unbelievable, you know Klaus was right that this one pony town will end up getting itself killed one day by you all!” I cut her off showing my vampire fangs and veins.

Klaus called my name watching me leave. “Rae?”

“I’m leaving Klaus. Alina, Missy, Hope come on, we're going back to the mansion!” I grumbled, taking their hands vamping them onto the doorstep. The triplets went up the stairs tired from a hard day of playing.

It was nightfall by the time I plopped down on the couch in front of the main burning fireplace. Reaching over I popped open a bottle of bourbon downing a lot before my husband entered the room. “Bourbon hmm you must have had a rough day, dear.”

“Don’t mock me Klaus.” I grumbled when he came to sit down beside me on the couch. “I just can’t believe that we left the house with the girls to learn that the former save Elena gang caused the reason for the heretics to fly off the handle.”

He draped his arm over my shoulder where I laid my head against his chest. “Sssh Raelyn. They may be dumb but we don’t have to get involved unless the heretics attack them-“

“No actually never. We shouldn’t have to get involved unless Lily and her odd family come after ours!” I snarled, turning my head so we were staring at one another intensely.

Klaus ran his fingers through my hair tilting his head. “Rae, did you turn your switch again because you always care about their safety.”

“Nope. I still have my emotions honey. I just don’t see the point in making our lives chaotic if we don’t have to. Now back to where we were earlier…” I smirked, vamping my husband upstairs and onto our bed.

He smiled up at me with my hair falling in front of our faces with me kissing him slowly. “Have I told you how much I love you, Raelyn Mikaelson?”

“Only a thousand times, Niklaus Mikaelson ..” I giggled when he flipped me onto my back removing my shirt and his in the process.

He picked me up sitting me down on his lap where I smacked my arms around his neck smirking. “Then here’s to a thousand more times.” He said in a husky tone that made shivers run down my spine by the beautiful sound of his accent.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[sleepdeprivedles]

Don’t F**k with Valentine

Summary: Nica tries to kill Tiffany. Tiffany has a plan for how she can make it up to her.

Warnings/Tags: smut (18+), mommy kink, mdlg, face-sitting, handcuffs, choking

Note: Hi everyone! I've been a Chucky fan for a long time, but this is my first time writing for the fandom. I hope you enjoy :)

Nica readjusted her grip, sweaty palms clutching even tighter around the knife. Her heart was about to burst out of her chest, and her thoughts were racing—she just needed the perfect opportunity. 

“Your turn, Chucky!” Tiffany’s excited rasp snapped Nica back to reality. 

“Right,” Nica muttered, before turning her attention back to the impressively complex board game in front of her. 

Before she could even begin to plan her next move, she found herself gasping for breath, hands clawing at another immaculately manicured pair around her neck as the knife clattered to the dining room floor. 

“I know that’s you, Nica.”

Nica’s eyes widened with both fear and disbelief. How had she figured it out? She’d played her part perfectly. What was Tiffany going to do to her now that she’d been found out? 

If Nica had been being honest with herself, however, fear and disbelief weren’t the only things she was feeling. Taking in the scene: Tiffany Valentine wearing a smug, satisfied look on her face, inches from Nica’s own; strong hands wrapped both tightly and threateningly around Nica’s throat; Tiffany herself—her face flawlessly made up and her body adorned with a dress that made sure to show off all her curves; Nica was hopeless against herself. 

She felt a familiar warmth begin to grow between her thighs.

Suddenly, she could breathe again. She gasped, gulping in as much air as she could, afraid it might get taken away again. But, to her relief, Tiffany just sat back down in her chair next to her at the table. 

“You were going to try to kill me!” Tiffany looked genuinely offended. 

“What did you expect?” Nica asked, her voice scratchy, as she rubbed her throat to try to soothe it. 

“I really like you, Nica. I’d hoped we could be friends or something.” 

At this, Nica cackled. She couldn’t help it. Friends? With her? Good one.

Tiffany fumed. “Okay listen here little girl. Y—“

Oh God. 

Between Nica’s legs started throbbing and her brain completely shut off. All rational thought flew out the window. She opened her mouth before she even knew what she was doing. 

“I’m sorry.”

Tiffany stopped mid-sentence, surprised. “What?”

“I said I’m sorry.”

“Oh…Really?”

“Yeah. Let me make it up to you. Come here.”

Tiffany looked apprehensive. 

Nica laughed. “I don’t have any more weapons. Promise.”

As soon as Tiffany was within arm’s reach of Nica, Nica grabbed her by the dress, pulled her down, and initiated a passionate kiss. To her surprise and delight, Tiffany kissed back with enthusiasm. 

Pulling away, an excited smile on her lips, Tiffany says, “I thought you’d never ask!” before pulling Nica back in for more kisses. 

Nica initiated the next break, just to breathlessly mouth the word “bed.” 

Without any more prompting, Tiffany lifted Nica out of her chair and carried her to the bed, gently tossing her on top of the blankets. Once Nica got settled on her back, Tiffany began to rummage in one of her drawers. 

“What are you doing?” Nica asked, propping herself up on one elbow and raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing. Just looking for something…Aha found them!” 

Nica shortly got the answer to her question when Tiffany turned around, a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs dangling from her grasp. 

An excited shiver went through Nica’s body. “Are those for me..?”

“Of course they are, silly. I can’t have you all hands-free after that stunt you pulled earlier. Now be a good girl and put your hands above your head for me.”

Now be a good girl. God. It’s like Tiffany knew what drove Nica nuts. And in that moment, Nica wanted nothing more than to be the best girl for Tiff, so she did as she was told. She relished in the feeling of the cold metal and soft fur against her wrists, and the knowledge that she was now completely under Tiffany’s control. Despite their rocky relationship, and the power imbalance that was there, Nica felt safe—she somehow knew Tiffany wasn’t going to hurt her now. Well, no more than was pleasurable to Nica. 

Suddenly, Tiffany was on top of her, her hand once again wrapped around her throat. Heat surged between Nica’s legs. 

“Yeah, I could tell you liked this earlier. You’re such a filthy little thing, Nica,” Tiffany grinned. 

Nica was so turned on all she could do was whimper. 

“You said you wanted to make it up to me? I know exactly how you can do that—“

Another whimper. 

“But first, I’m going to have some fun with you.” 

Before Nica could even process that sentence, she could breathe normally again and her dress and undergarments were torn off. Tiffany kissed her way down Nica’s body, only stopping to give her breasts extra attention—licking and sucking and gently biting at her nipples, making Nica wetter and wetter. 

By the time Tiffany got down between Nica’s thighs, Nica was nearly at the point of begging, and Tiffany knew it. Tiffany wanted to get her there, so she gave her attention everywhere but where she needed it most. She licked around her clit, through her folds, and even tongue fucked her, but she refused to even brush up against her clit for even a second. 

It didn’t take long until Nica was whimpering and begging Tiffany for more. “Tiff please…”

Tiffany smiled from between her thighs. “Please what? Use your words for Mommy.” 

Oh God. A new rush of liquid gushed out of Nica’s core. “Please, Mommy, lick m—“

She didn’t even finish her sentence before Tiffany dove back in, this time giving Nica exactly what she wanted. It didn’t take long before the younger woman was screaming, coming so hard she couldn’t see straight. 

Tiffany kissed her way back up Nica’s body, not stopping until she reached her mouth. Nica reveled in being able to taste herself on Tiffany’s lips. It was more than enough to reignite a fire in her exhausted body. 

Nica pulled away from the kiss. “I’m ready to make it up to you now, Mommy.”

Tiffany giggled. “Good girl.” 

She said nothing more as she stripped completely naked and straddled Nica’s face, which grew redder and redder as the realization dawned on her. 

“You ready, babygirl?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

Nica moaned as Tiffany’s taste hit her mouth. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to devour her. She grabbed the older woman’s hips and went to work, licking and sucking and making her moan louder and louder. It didn’t take long before the room was filled with a chorus of “fuck”s and “right there”s.

“God, babygirl, I’m so close.” 

“Cum for me, Mommy.” 

That was it. Tiffany was done. Nica licked her through her orgasm as Tiffany moaned and shook and came all over Nica’s mouth, which Nica certainly appreciated. 

Once she came down from her high, Tiffany crawled down next to Nica, who was lying there waiting for her. She undid her cuffs, and Nica laid down on her chest. 

“Do you trust me now?” Nica asked. 

“Not as far as I could throw you,” Tiffany replied. 

Nica laughed, before they both drifted off to sleep.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 394, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage)

WORDS: 1168

“…me… down…!” I belted before falling… falling… falling… falling as the stage curtain swung shut and I landed on the soft pad before having my straightjacket- like body cocoon removed and I skipped over to where the kids were waiting.

“You were so amazing mommy!” Katie cheered as she tugged me over to the dressing room that I shared with my husband. The door was opened and when we entered, we found the Ratajczyk patriarch icing his leg as it was elevated on a chair with pillows. Baby Tommy was conked out on his father’s chest as he snored out silent puffs of air.

 “Hey there girls,” Peter greeted them with a nod of his head. “Idena changed Baby Tommy for me while I was getting the ice situated.”

 “Ah,” I hummed, utterly delighted as I turned to smile at Ken Anderson, who had poked his head into the dressing room.

 “Hey there everyone!” he greeted us. “Mama, papa, do you think you can come by tomorrow? We should work on our number for the Tony Awards!”

 “What time?” my husband answered for us, handing Baby Tommy over to me with a little coo.

 “I’m having a pot luck breakfast at the rehearsal studio at ten AM, tomorrow, so bring anything you want!” Ken informed us. “Elizabeth, I am eager to hear your Wednesday Addams medley!”

 “I wrote another section for Katie on piano,” Elizabeth told him, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “I think it would be cool to have a harp and a piano duet for the medley.”

 “Ah, I can’t wait to hear it!” Ken grinned.

 “I can’t wait for you to hear it!” Elizabeth beamed. “I got around that trouble spot I was having with Calpurnia’s Lament (Witch Hunt) and the song sounds awesome now!”

 “Have you finished writing it?” I asked her, getting a head shake.

 “No, not yet mommy,” Elizabeth frowned. “I can’t figure out if I want a sudden, sharp ending or if I was a soft, lullaby-like ending.”

 “Are you alright with performing it for me tomorrow?” Ken asked her. “We can do it in my office if you don’t want other people to hear it.”

 “I don’t mind performing in front of other people though,” Elizabeth shrugged. “But can mommy film for my YouTube channel?”

 “Of course!” Ken grinned before turning at the call of his name. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Please excuse me now.”

 “I can’t wait for tomorrow!” the girl bubbled excitedly, hugging Elle close to her chest as she returned to the family, sitting on the floor as I rocked Baby Tommy, the chubby little man feeding from my milk swollen breast.

 “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, little chubby tummy,” I sang to him. “Baby Tommy, Baby Tommy, kiss kiss kiss.”

 I watched as a happy baby smile flitted across his face as he snuggled his little mini me in tighter to his chest.

 “Mamamamamamama…” he babbled from around my nipple. “Mamamamamamama…”

 “Oh yes yes yes!” I hummed with a little giggle as I sank to sit on the ground criss cross applesauce. “Nom nom nom!”

 CLICK

 I looked up and caught Elizabeth setting her phone down.

 “I’ll show you the picture after we get home, okay?” she promised me.

 Elizabeth’s Instagram, @elizabethharp, has exploded since day one, and the Ratajczyk child had been posting a sweet picture once a day, and the account was very closely monitored by myself and Peter, with all the safety features being on at all times and followed by all the adults in her life- myself, Peter, my three older brothers with social media, my little sisters, Ken Anderson, some of the other cast members of Wednesday Addams, Josh, Kenny, Johnny and Slitzy. So far, her profile consisted of snapshots of the Ratajczyk clan, her making silly faces with Katie and her doing covers of popular songs on her harp, oftentimes being accompanied by her sister on piano.

 “Mamamamamamama!” snored Baby Tommy as he unlatched himself from his source of mommy milk. “Mamamamamamama!”

 “Burp him for me now my love?” I asked Peter before handing him over and then righted myself.

 BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

 “That’s my boy,” Peter chuckled as he allowed his son as snuggle into his chest.

 “Mamamamamamama!” babbled Baby Tommy. “Mamamamamamama!”

 “I think mommy is Baby Tommy’s favorite person!” Katie slurred, her eyelids fluttering as she tried not to fall asleep.

 “Mmmm…” hummed Elizabeth, finally giving in and slumping down next to her sister as the two fell asleep next to each other.

 “Peter? Mary Claire? It’s almost time to return to the stage again!” a stagehand announced, poking his head inside the dressing room and moving inside to help move the kids up onto the small couch. “Go on out now- I can keep an eye on the kids.”

 “Gramacy,” I thanked him as he covered the three with a Wednesday Addams: A Dark New Spooktacular Broadway Musical blanket from the show gift shop off the main part of the Saint Petersburg Theater.

 Since Wednesday Addams: A Dark New Spooktacular Broadway Musical has become an extremely big deal, the show merch had since exploded from two simple t-shirts and a show program to a dozen themed t-shirts in various sizes, four different styles of coffee cups, character posters,  detailed show program, blankets, and a Thing T. Thing plush doll. It wasn’t uncommon for the store to be sold out before act one would start.

 Elizabeth had befriended the owner of the small business that supplied themed pins to sell and Katie had become close chums with the girl who made the t-shirts, making me think that we would soon have two entrepreneurs in the family. I had already bought a pin press and a heat press for the girls’ Christmas gifts. Was it early? Yes. Did I care? Not a wit.

 I positioned myself on the stage after kissing my husband and hit a smile as the curtain went up again.

 On with the show.

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[leejungchans]

like father, like daughter : h.js

word count | 1.1k

pairing | joshua hong (svt) x female reader

warning(s) | none (lmk if i missed anything!!)

genre | fluff, parent au

a/n: @joshuas happy valentine’s day 💗 this really, really isn’t much, but i wanted to write you a little something as a thank you for hosting the carat admirer event and also bc i love you 🥺 enjoy!!!!!

The sight of the little hand pulling his sleeve brings a wide smile to Joshua’s face as your daughter eagerly tugs him towards her craft table. He almost wants to laugh when she sternly points at a tiny pink stool with her other hand placed on her hip, a silent—and rather adorable—demand for him to sit. She reminds him of you in many ways, this is no exception.

Of course, he gladly obliges, uncaring that his knees go up to his chest as he squeezes his body into the stool. Although, he does have to be careful with where he puts his weight because he can’t imagine Cupcake the Teddy Bear being very happy if he breaks her designated chair for tea parties.

“What do you have there, princess?” he asks, leaning in to look into her unzipped bag.

Your daughter, noticing his staring, promptly slams the bag shut and places her tiny palms over the front protectively. “No peeking, Daddy! Close your eyes!”

“Okay, okay,” Joshua relents with a chuckle, scooting back in his stool and bringing his hands up to cover his eyes. Seconds later, he feels little fingers prodding at his hands, ensuring there are no gaps between the fingers before the rummaging noises resume. Another minute later, he senses something being placed around his neck.

“You can look now!”

She beams proudly as he removes his hands from his face, and he looks down to find a new necklace added around his neck. The corners of his eyes crinkle from happiness as he admires the rainbow assortment of beads, completed with a pink charm in the shape of a ‘J’ that sits in the centre to serve as the focal point of the piece.

“Now we match!” his little angel says, pointing to her own necklace—one of the many he’s made over the past few months when he took up jewellery-making as a hobby. She claims she loves them all equally, but something tells him she’s most drawn to the red one with the flower and butterfly-shaped beads. Though, he can't say he isn’t immensely flattered when she refuses to take it off even for baths, which then requires several minutes of coaxing and promising to keep it safe from both you and Joshua before she’d begrudgingly hand it over.

“Do you like it?” she asks, overcome with a sudden wave of shyness as she nervously shifts her weight from one leg to the other. “The big one in the middle was a heart at first, but then I asked Amelia to trade with me so I could have the ‘J’…”

Joshua grins, kneeling in front of her to pull her into his arms, the smile on his face growing when he hears her delighted giggles by his ear. “Of course I love it, baby,” he says, feeling her bashfully burying her head into the soft material of his sweater, “I promise I’ll never take it off.”

“No! You have to take it off when you shower!” she protests, “Mommy said the water will ruin it!” Her eyes brighten up at the mention of you before she’s wriggling out of his arms, reaching into her bag once more to pull out a similar-looking necklace. “I made this one for her! So you two can match too!”

“I’m sure she’ll love it,” Joshua tells her sincerely, a light laugh pushing past his lips at a memory that rises to the forefront of his mind. It was during your university days while you were still dating; the two of you had shown up to your shared afternoon lecture after a full day of classes to find that you were wearing matching cardigans.

He still remembers the cute whine that left you as you playfully complained about how awfully cheesy the whole ordeal was and how everyone was probably going to think you coordinated outfits. He could only giggle, interlacing your fingers and cheekily telling you, “Now everyone knows I’m yours,” before leaning away to dodge the embarrassed slap you tried to land on his shoulder.

The sound of keys jingling pulls him out of his reverie.

“Mommy’s home!” Without a second to spare, your daughter hops off her chair and runs out of her room with your necklace in hand, eager to be the first one to welcome you home.

You toe off your shoes just in time to catch her as she leaps into your arms. “Hi, baby,” you smile, “did you have fun at school today?”

Her head bobs up and down enthusiastically. “Yeah! I made you and Daddy something too!”

“Really?”

“She sure did,” Joshua chimes in, leaning against the doorframe as he watches his girls adoringly. Your eyes light up at the sight of him, happy to see your husband after a long day of work, though you quickly squeeze them shut and duck your head at your daughter's request. A grin tugging at your lips when she carefully moves your hair aside to place something over your head. When you open your eyes, a beaded necklace—completed with a silvery charm in the shape of the first letter of your name that’s also flanked by two pink hearts—twinkles up at you.

“It’s so pretty, baby. Thank you,” you gush, laughing when she immediately throws her arms around your neck. Her hair tickles the skin of your neck as she whispers, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You pull back slightly to smile at her and gently brush messy strands of hair from her face. “Happy Valentine’s Day, angel. Looks like you’re just as good as your dad, hm?”

“She’s even better,” Joshua agrees. Your daughter shyly hides her face into the crook of your neck at his compliment, a sight that has your heart overflowing with endearment. Over her shoulder, your eyes once again find Joshua’s, twinkling at you like the brightest stars in the universe. There truly isn’t a better word to describe the way he gazes at you and your daughter other than love. Because Joshua Hong loves deeply and ardently; your many years with him are testament to that.

“I love you,” he mouths silently, not wanting to interrupt your moment with your daughter.

He thinks your smile is the prettiest thing on Earth, so radiant it rivals the sun when you mouth it back.

“I love you too.”

a/n: hi ria :hehecat: 💗 thank you all for reading and happy valentine’s day 💗 feedback is highly highly appreciated!!!!

[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Pt.6.5

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 

To say it’s a filler part, it’s still nearly 1500 words! 

Thanks to everyone for the lovely comments in the last part! Legit worked my little butt off and it paid off! I’m really finding my feet and confidence with this fic now and hopefully I’ll be able to sort a posting schedule soon so keep your eyes peeled for that post! ❤️

I really gotta start proof reading before I post but I get too excited😂 

If you wanna be tagged, comment and let me know :) Let me know what you think! ❤️

“What? How could you?!”

“MJ, I said I was sorry!”

You shut your apartment door behind you with a small sigh. 

Ever the dramatic best friend. 

“Sorry won’t bring the hot chocolate you promised me, will it, Y/N!”

“By the time we finished talking the place was closing!” You say, fighting the urge to smile as you watch MJ fumble to kick her sneaker off. “Plus I think what I’m about to show you might make you forget about your hot chocolate…”

Her sneaker goes soaring across the room. 

“Nothing could do that, Y/N.” MJ says, walking into the kitchen. 

You can feel the cheque burning a hole in your bag. 

You sit at the table with a sigh, rolling your eyes as you watch MJ move around the kitchen to make her sugary fix. 

You don’t miss her picking up two mugs automatically. 

“You could be telling me by now if you had brought me my drink…” she mumbles. 

“I can wait.” You reply smugly. “It’s not like it’s anything major.” 

“Good.”

By the time MJ sits at the kitchen table with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate, you’re scrolling through your phone on Facebook. 

She slides your drink over to you and sips her own.

“Mmmm, delicious.” She says sarcastically. “Nothing could beat this. Nothing.” 

“Really?” You put your phone down and reach into your bag, removing the birthday card you got from Natasha, Wanda and Carol. “Not even this?” 

She looks down at the card and raises an eyebrow. 

“A funny toast pun?”

“Open the card you idiot.” 

You’re practically vibrating in your seat.

“I don’t see why -” 

MJ squeaks. 

Literally squeaks as she looks at the cheque in the card. 

She doesn’t say anything for a whole 30 seconds. 

And when she finally looks up at you, with wide eyes and mouth still open in shock, you can only laugh at her. 

“...yeah…!” 

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER?!” 

“You -” 

“1000 DOLLARS?!” 

“Yeah-”

“AFTER ONE DATE?!” 

“Meet up.” 

MJ looks back down at the money.

“This isn’t fake is it?” 

“No.”

“…holy crap!”

“I know!” You reply excitedly.

“This is clearly the way to go. Damn. I should have gone on the site too!” MJ sighs. “$1000.”

You laugh.

“Do they want another sugar baby?”

“Aren’t you straight?”

“Honey, for this kinda money I’ll be anything they want!”

“And aren’t you dating Peter?”

“Who? Oh. Eh, details, details.”

You burst out laughing at that. 

“I still can’t believe this. You’ve only just met them and they’ve given you this!”

“They said it was a tester on the monthly allowance I’d get…”

MJ’s eyes snap back to yours. 

“Monthly allowance?! Damn, Y/N. I’m actually jealous right now.”

“Hey! This was your idea!”

MJ takes a huge gulp of her hot chocolate without wincing.

“Okay that’s true; this idea was fucking brillaint.” MJ says. “So tell me everything. Are they fit? They looked fit in the car.”

“You could hardly see them, MJ.”

She shrugs. “I can tell hotness from blocks away. It’s a gift. Now tell me all about it!”

And then you remember the mortifying incident. 

You quickly reach across the table and smack MJ repeatedly on the arm; calling her all the profanities you can think of. 

She manages to swat you away.

“What what what?” 

“You! You, stuffing my thong into my handbag!” 

She bursts out laughing. 

“Oh my God! Did they see it?!”

“Did they see it? IT FELL OUT! Natasha fucking picked it up!” 

MJ screams. Literally screams with laughter and nearly falls off her chair.

“Stop it! She picked up your thong?” 

“YES!” 

MJ struggles to compose herself for a full minute, wiping her tears from her eyes. 

“...did she like it…?” 

You go to swipe her again, narrowly missing her. 

“That’s not the point! Do you know how embarrassing that was? It was awful!” You can feel your cheeks heating up in the memory of it happening. Of Natasha’s sharp green eyes looking into your own; the way her lips curled into a sinful smile that really made your knees weak…

“She said it was one way to break the ice.” You say. 

“I mean she isn’t wrong. Did the other two see?!” 

“Wanda and Carol? No thankfully!” 

“Aw that’s a shame!” 

You glower at her. 

“So one of them has already seen your panties - excellent! What happened next?” 

“We sat at a table and just…talked…” 

“About what?” 

“Each other. I got to know about the three of them and they got to know about me.”

“Did you kiss?” 

“No! Well, Wanda kissed my cheek before I got out of the car. And I hugged them all for the money.” 

“Wow. I’m surprised they didn’t expect some tonsil action after giving you the money.” 

“Gross, who even says that anymore?” 

“Me!” MJ giggles. “I think I’m still in shock. What’re you gonna do with the money? Are you gonna see them again?” 

“Well I’ll use most of it on the rent for this month and then they said to spend the rest on a treat for myself, so I’m not sure what I’ll get with it…” 

“...and are you gonna see them again?” MJ pushes. 

“Yeah, I am.” You can’t stop the grin from forming on your face. 

“When? Can I come too?” 

“No clue, we’ll text tomorrow and I think we’ll decide then.” You shrug. “And no, you can’t.” 

You stand up with your drink. 

“And before you start to beg me, I’m going to bed. I’ve got an early class tomorrow.” 

“Oh come on, Y/N!” 

MJ follows you out of the kitchen and to your bedroom. 

“Nope! Not happening. Goodnight, MJ!” 

You shut your door before she can protest, laughing when you look down and see her shoving the $1000 cheque under your bedroom door.

“Don’t lose that!” 

“I won’t!” 

“Night you absolute legend!” She yells.

With a smile still plastered on your face, you place the money on your bedside table and get ready for bed; checking your phone a few times for any signs of messages from the group chat. 

There wasn’t. 

You can’t stop the pang of disappointment. 

Even though you remember agreeing on messaging tomorrow after class. 

So you get into bed and curl underneath the quilt, deciding to put the cheque under your pillow.  

You’re not sure when you fell asleep; but when you wake up absolutely gasping for a drink, it’s almost 3 in the morning. 

Your hand drifts under your pillow, just to make sure it wasn’t a dream and; much to your relief, you can feel the money still there. 

 When you check your phone, your heart jumps into your throat. 

You’ve got 1 unread message from the Sugar Baby❤️ group chat. 

You have to take a couple of deep breaths before opening it.

It’s a voice note. 

Making sure your phone won’t blast it out at a ridiculous volume, you press play and hold your phone to your ear.

“Hey Y/N,” Natasha says, “I know we agreed we’d message you tomorrow but -” 

“- we couldn’t resist!” Wanda shouts. 

“Let Nat speak baby,” You hear Carol say. 

“So consider this a goodnight message from the three of us.” 

“And a thank you for coming to meet us!” Wanda adds before muttering, “sorry, sorry.” 

Natasha lets out a husky little laugh and you want to save the voice note just for that moment alone. 

“Sleep well, detka.” Natasha says. 

“Enjoy class tomorrow, study hard!” Carol chips in. 

“Why can Carol cut in but I can’t?” Wanda asks. 

“Shhh baby. Say night to Y/N.” Natasha instructs. 

You can hear shuffling and then Wanda’s voice is closer to the phone. 

“Night printsessa! Speak to you tomorrow!” 

“Anything else to add ladies?” Natasha asks. “No? Okay then. Bye, Y/N!” 

The voice note ends. 

Before you can fully stop yourself, you’re sending a voice note back. 

“I’m shocked you guys didn’t hold out; I really thought I was gonna be the one to message first.” You give a small laugh. “Thank you again for the coffee and the money - MJ couldn’t believe her eyes. Remind me to get her a hot chocolate tomorrow on my way home from class? She wasn’t impressed I came home empty handed! If I forget tomorrow, I can officially blame you three ‘cos I’ve asked you to remind me…”

You shuffle in bed and let out a sigh.

“Did you watch Encanto when you got in? I might watch that tomorrow when I get in. Anyway, I just woke up to get a drink and saw your message. It felt rude to not reply hence the late night response. Hopefully this won’t wake you! Night guys!” 

You chuck your phone down and wince. 

Hence? Who says hence these days? 

You flop back down into bed and cover your face with your hands. 

At least MJ didn’t hear you say that.

That’s a positive.

Right?

Pt.7

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[ilyasorokinn]

can you please write 16 from hug prompt and 16 from nonverbal ways to say i love you with mat barzal

DADDY’S BOY

16. "'not wanting to let go' hugs" (from this prompt list) 16. "sending photo updates of what you're doing" (from this prompt list)

liam had been going through a stage for a few weeks where he was super clingy to his dad. wherever mat went, liam went. except liam couldn't always be with his dad, so when that was the case, world war 3 was on the verge of happening every single time.

"daddy has to go, li." you sighed, trying to soothe a crying liam, "he has to go to work." you pressed a kiss to his head, which only made him cry more.

you sighed, bouncing him on your hip looking over at mat, who looked guilty like he always did whenever he had to leave for a roadie. he zipped up his suitcase, then turned to you, opening his arms.

liam immediately opened his arms, wanting to be held by his dad. you passed him to mat and the moment liam was secured in his father's arms, he stopped crying and wrapped his arms around his father's neck.

you left the room, needing some space. you made your way into the living room, where harper was sitting on the couch, completely oblivious to the chaos her younger brother was causing in the other room.

"hi, my little harpoon." you beamed, pressing a kiss to her head and letting out a sigh when you sat down next to her.

"is liam okay, mommy?" harper asked.

"he's okay. he's just tired." you reassured, "now, do you want a snack?"

you were the moment mat would walk out the door. liam would have a meltdown and scream and cry till he tired himself out, take a nap, then wake up and do it all over again.

harper hugged her dad tight, "bye, daddy."

"bye, harpoon." he hummed, pressing a kiss to her head, "i love you."

"i love you, too." she smiled, flashing him her big toothy smile. she had recently lost one of her front-row baby teeth, so she would literally smile at everyone so they could see it.

"be good for mommy, all right?"

"i will, promise." she nodded her head enthusiastically.

"that's my girl." he hi-fived her, then stood up to his full height. liam had been calm all morning since mat was still home.

you sighed, smiling at him, "bye."

"bye." he hugged you, pressing a kiss to your temple, "i'll call every day."

"i know you will." you laughed.

"and i'll send photos," he promised.

"we will, too. right, harper?" she nodded her head.

"i love you, too."

"i love you, three." you laughed.

he turned to liam, who was smiling happily, "and you, little man." he picked liam up out of your arms, "i love you, too." he kissed liam's head, "you gonna be good for mom and sis?"

liam responded by reaching up and trying to pull mat's hair, "bye, buddy." he kissed his head once more before attempting to hand liam off back to you, but liam wrapped his small little arms around mat's neck tighter.

"i'm sorry, buddy, but i gotta go." mat spoke softly. liam gripped harder, "i'm sorry." mat turned around so you could unwrap liam's arms, which was harder than it looked.

liam's bottom lip began to wobble as he was handed off from one parent to another. mat picked up his stuff, blew you all a kiss, and was out the door.

the moment the door shut, liam broke out in tears. you winced, "it's okay, liam. don't cry, baby." you tried to shush him, bouncing him down.

harper watched her brother scream and cry, reaching for the door, "it's okay, liam. daddy has to go to work, but he'll be back in a few days." harper told her brother.

liam's crying began to calm down a little, and he began hiccuping and sniffling. you looked down at harper, gaping at what she had just done.

"you did, it harpoon." you laughed happily, kissing liam's face, then bending down and kissing harper.

later that night, mat had been sending pictures all day. updates of what he had been doing. one was him on the plane before they took off. you responded with a photo of you, liam, and harper on the couch, watching and movie and eating snacks.

you sent one of you making dinner with liam strapped to your chest, drinking a bottle while harper played games at the counter on the ipad. he sent one back of him at a team dinner. you could spot marty in the back, photobombing.

the last one of the night, you sent a video of harper saying goodnight, and waving liam's little hand. mat sent a video back, saying goodnight.

mat sent one final one of the night to you. it was a photo of himself, pouting and looking sad. the caption read 'miss you a lot. love you' with a poorly drawn heart. you laughed and sent him a bunch of heart emojis.

[narumi-gens]

Breed Me

Gojo Satoru x Reader

summary: It’s Gojo’s turn to try out a new kink. You just never expected to like it so much.

warnings: 18+, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, squirting, cum play, the whole shebang

notes: I had a request awhile ago for fun smut with Gojo feat. a breeding kink and decided that it was perfect Chaos Couple material and now here we are.

words: 3k

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“Hey, there’s something I want to try,” Gojo says as he yanks your phone out of your hand so that he has your full attention. There’s a familiar smirk on his lips and it makes you roll your eyes and turn over in bed so that your back is to him.

“Satoru, how many times do we have to go over this? I’m not letting you call me mommy,” you huff. “I’m never changing my mind on that one.”

“No, it’s not that,” he tells you and you can’t help but perk up, intrigued by what it is that he could want to try. “It’s something else.”

You can feel the bed shifting as he lays down behind you, dropping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him, his chest pressed right up against your back. He skims his nose along the side of your neck, taking care to brush it right up against the spot below your ear that makes you shiver.

You can’t help but squirm at the sensation and he takes the opportunity to angle your hips so that your ass is flush with his crotch. Your breath hitches when he grinds his half-hard cock against you and you find your clutch on the pillow beneath your head growing slightly tighter.

“What is it?” you ask, your voice suddenly breathless and you’re unable to see the way he smugly smirks, knowing that he has you right where he wants you.

In lieu of an answer, he slides his hand down your stomach and under the waistband of your leggings. His long fingers begin to stroke the lips of your pussy over the fabric of your underwear, his touch light and lazy.

You sigh contentedly and let your eyelids flutter shut, resting your head back on his shoulder. Instinctively, your legs open a little wider for him, your body speaking for you and instructing him to be more purposeful with his movements.

He chuckles as he feels you leaning into him, his chest rumbling against your back. You remind him of a cat telling its owner exactly how it wants to be scratched.

Owner.

His cock twitches in his pants at the word, something dark in him stirring and begging to be given attention. But he quickly tamps down on it. That’s something for another time.

Right now, there’s something else he wants.

He begins to apply more pressure to your clothed folds with his fingers. It doesn’t take much longer before he can feel the cotton beginning to grow wet from his touch.

He knows he needs to make his request strategically. You could easily interpret it the wrong way and then instead of spending his night pumping you full of his cum until your cunt’s overflowing, he’ll be stuck in a long, boring conversation that neither of you is all that interested in having — at least not right now.

“I think this is something you’ll like,” he grins into your ear, his voice low and teasing.

You softly hum, a sign for him to continue but also one that lets him know that you’re becoming increasingly amenable to whatever request he’s about to make. His fingers find your clit, making you whimper quietly and gently buck your hips up into his touch.

“I wanna fuck you raw and fill you with my cum,” he says, a note of eagerness tinging his tone, and when your breathing stutters, he’s not sure whether it’s because of his words or the way he’s circling your clit.

“You already do that,” you remind him lightly, focused more on his touch than what you’re saying. “We haven’t used a condom in years.”

He moves his knee between your legs and opens them wider, making it easier for him to slide his fingers under the crotch of your now soaked underwear. Your clit is slightly slippery as he rolls it between his fingers while grinding his cock into your ass at the same time. You moan softly and he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“But this time, I want to fill you up over and over again until I fuck a baby into you,” he practically purrs and he immediately feels you tense against him, his words dousing your lust like a bucket of ice-cold water. He pinches your clit in an attempt to pull you back into the moment, making your hips reflexively jerk in his hold. “Wanna get you nice and round so that everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

Suddenly you begin to wiggle in his grasp, but it’s clear from the frantic nature of your movements that it’s from panic rather than pleasure. Gojo lets you go with a sigh and rolls onto his back as you sit up and turn around so that you can look down at him with a mixture of shock and alarm.

“Y-you wanna try for a kid?” you ask, your voice growing increasingly high-pitched with each word. “And you thought this was the way to bring it up?”

He can see you beginning to spiral and he knows that if he doesn’t stop it now, then this will all go exactly how he didn’t want it to turn out. So, he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him, straddling his hips and seated right on his clothed cock, which is still hard underneath your ass.

“I don’t want to actually get you pregnant,” he quickly explains and those words alone seem to be enough to stop the hysteria in its tracks. But he can see the confusion growing in its stead.

“Just think about it,” he encourages you, his voice dark and low and full of promise. “Me pumping you full of cum until your pussy can’t take any more. And you’d get so big and round with my baby. And everyone would know it’s because of me, that it’s my baby in there, that you belong to me. Isn't it kind of hot?”

He can see from the way your mouth is now slightly parted and how your chest is rising and falling just a bit faster that the picture he’s painted for you is doing more than just piquing your interest. A grin begins to grow on his lips when you start to squirm and he uses his hold on your hips to grind you down on his cock, making you gasp softly and clutch onto the fabric of his shirt.

“Satoru…” you trail off hesitantly but he doesn’t miss the slight whine in your tone. He grinds you down on him again, only this time much slower so that you can feel all of him.

“Just try it.”

And that’s how you end up naked with two pillows stacked underneath your lower back to prop up your hips as Gojo takes his time slowly thrusting his fat cock in and out of your swollen cunt. Your calves are resting against his shoulders, your ankles by his ears as he leans over you and bends you in a way that will almost certainly leave you sore tomorrow.

But none of that matters. All that matters is the way you tremble beneath him each time he sinks his cock into you until his hips are pressed up against your ass. It feels like he’s splitting you open with every deep thrust and you muffle your whimpers into the back of your wrist.

Mindlessly, you slide your free hand down your body until it stops right underneath your navel. The angle he has you in allows him to get so deep that you’re half-expecting to feel a bulge like this is some sort of hentai.

Gojo smirks down at the sight like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Honestly, he’s kind of disappointed that life does not in fact mirror art because there’s nothing that he would love to see more than your belly bulging with every thrust of his cock

His smirk goes unnoticed by you since your eyelids are squeezed tightly shut, fat teardrops leaking from the corners of them and mixing with the dewy sheen of sweat that covers your entire body. You drop the hand from your stomach down to the bed, where your fingers desperately clutch onto the sheets.

His cock is dragging so perfectly along your walls with each thrust in and out of your pussy, which by now is positively dripping. You’re so wet that there’s a trail of your slick leaking from your entrance down the crack of your ass onto the pillow propping you up.

Of course, all of this is only exacerbated by the filth pouring from Gojo’s mouth.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, baby. You’re clenching down so hard it’s like you’re trying to milk my cock. Is that what you’re trying to do, baby? You wanna milk my cock until your sweet pussy’s full of my cum?”

His words are loud in your ears, drowning out your own whimpers and the obscenely wet sound his cock makes every time he slides in and out of your cunt.

“Come on, baby,” he grunts and the pet name alone is enough to have your walls clamping down on his cock. “Tell me. You want my cum? Want me to fill you up until you’re stuffed with it? Want me to put a baby in you?”

You furiously nod and he chuckles at how desperate you are.

“You gotta say it out loud, baby,” he tells you, sounding almost regretful, like it’s just something that can’t be helped, like it’s out of his control. “Say it out loud, baby.”

Your eyelids flutter open and you look up at him, your vision blurred with the tears that won’t stop coming because he just feels so good. You lift your hand from where it had been covering your mouth, the back of your wrist wet from where you’ve drooled on your skin, as you reach for him, your fingers desperately burying themselves in his snow-white strands.

The stretch in your legs grows deeper, burning slightly, as he lets you pull his head down so that you can catch his lips with yours in a needy and sloppy kiss. When he breaks away from the kiss, a string of saliva follows, keeping his lips connected to yours.

“C’mon, baby,” he encourages, giving you a harder thrust to urge you on and his skin slaps loudly against yours as he does so.

“Breed me, daddy,” you finally breathe and his eyes go wide.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as he hears the words roll off of your lips, his head dropping back and his face scrunching up. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got you.”

He gives you one last messy kiss before sitting up on his knees, alleviating some of the burn in your aching muscles. But the relief is only momentary because this new angle allows him to hit your g-spot perfectly and you can’t hold back a high-pitched whine, your eyes squeezing shut once again. His thrusts begin to pick up speed and it feels like he’s forcing the air from your lungs every time his cock spears apart your walls.

But what really has you wailing and arching your back is how he licks the pad of his thumb — an unnecessary action considering that your folds are absolutely drenched —  and starts to play with your slippery clit.

“Daddy’s gonna breed your sweet, sweet pussy,” he pants and his words stoke the fire that’s already raging through you from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. “Gonna pump you with my cum until your stomach gets round with my baby and your tits get big with milk.”

“Daddy!” you absolutely scream, your vision turning white as you come. Your cunt clenches down so hard that his cock slips out of you as you squirt all over him, making his expression light up with joy at this newfound discovery.

“Oh, shit,” he laughs, only taking another moment to revel in the sight before he plunges his cock right back into your still-twitching pussy.

This time, he doesn’t hold back as he fucks you hard and fast, chasing his own end. The image of your cunt leaking his cum onto the sheets is fresh in his mind as he returns his thumb back to your clit.

You whine in protest, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes as you try to wiggle away from the overstimulation. But he won’t let you. In this position, you’re completely at his mercy and he wants to see if he can get you to squirt again.

“Fuck, gonna fill you up,” he groans, his hips and balls loudly smacking against your ass each time he bottoms out. “You’re gonna look so good, baby. Gonna look so good for daddy. Gonna get all round and beautiful and everyone’s gonna know it’s because of me.”

His running mouth combines with his perfectly placed thrusts and the stimulation to your swollen and abused clit. Before long, you’re gushing around him again, your loud moans echoing around the bedroom as your surroundings disappear, eclipsed by the pure, unadulterated pleasure that has you bowing up off the mattress and pillows underneath you.

Held captive by the endorphins rushing through your system, you completely miss the way Gojo groans and his hips stutter as he comes, emptying himself inside of you and filling you up just like he promised he would.

You slowly start to come back to the present when you feel Gojo’s softening cock slipping out of you and your eyes slowly open to see how his gaze is trained on the mess he’s left behind. Absently, you lament not having put down a towel.

Despite how your hands are tingling, you lift them up and hook them underneath the backs of your thighs and pull them towards you, opening yourself wider for his enjoyment. When he looks up at you, it’s with actual heart eyes.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he laughs before looking back down at your cunt and the trail of cum that’s now beginning to leak out of it.

He’s quick to scoop up the gobs of white that drop down onto the sheets with two fingers and shove them back inside your walls, making you sharply inhale and clench down at the stimulation. You suddenly see him perk up and you know that something just occurred to him — something that you’re probably not going to like.

“Hold on,” he says as he pats the side of your thigh with a grin. “Keep holding ’em open, okay?”

“Satoru…” you croon pathetically as he leaves you to reach over to the bedside table and grab his phone. When you see him fumbling with it, you pout. “Satoru! I don’t want a picture of this…”

Your actions contradict your whining because even as you protest, you hold your legs open wider.

“Come on, what else am I supposed to get off to when I’m away on a mission?” he asks as he points the camera of his phone directly at your pussy and begins to take a series of pictures in rapid succession. Your face warms as you hear the loud sound of the shutter, audible evidence that this moment will now live forever in the cloud.

“I don’t know,” you grumble as you continue to hold yourself open for him. “Probably the hundreds of other pictures and videos you have saved on your phone.”

He merely chuckles and you bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from asking him to send you some of them. You can just steal his phone and do it yourself when he’s not paying attention.

But then you hear your phone beginning to buzz incessantly on the nightstand and know that he’s already sending them to you. You scowl up at him — knowing some of the effect is probably lost considering your submissive pose — and he merely tosses you a playful wink.

He discards his phone off to the side before he leans down over you and gives your pouting lips an affectionate kiss. You release your legs and they flop down uselessly onto the bed. Gojo holds up your hips and removes the pillows beneath you before carefully lowering you down until you’re laying flat. You raise your arms high above your head and stretch, relishing the way your spine loudly pops.

You sigh contentedly as he drops down beside you, sliding his arm underneath your neck and pulling you into his side. His skin is slick and sweaty against yours and you’re overcome with the sudden urge to lick his chest but know that doing so will lead to something that you don’t have the energy for. Instead, you close your eyes and enjoy the intimacy as your heartbeat and breathing begin to calm.

But then a thought begins to creep into your mind and your eyelids flutter open to look at him. His own eyes are closed and you wonder if he’s drifting off to sleep.

“Our kinks don’t say anything about us, right?” you ask, your eyebrows knitted together thoughtfully.

“No, why would they?” he replies dismissively without even opening his eyes and you let out a small sigh of relief.

“Okay, good. Just checking,” you yawn but then you see one of Gojo’s eyes peek open and the corner of his lips start to inch upwards and whatever exhaustion you’re feeling is quickly replaced with trepidation.

“So, you can squirt?”

There’s plenty of mischief to be found in those four words and you roll your eyes and turn your back to him.

“Yes, I can squirt,” you sigh wearily and you can feel him shifting behind you.

“We’ve been together for how long and you’re just letting me find out now?” He sounds wounded and you scoff at his dramatics.

“It’s not my fault it took you this long to make it happen,” you tell him. “You know, my last boyfriend figured out how to make me do it after only a couple of months.”

He gasps like you’ve slapped him across the face and you’re almost disappointed that with your back to him, you’re unable to see the look on his face — especially when the next words leave your smirking lips.

“Guess the great Gojo Satoru isn’t great at everything.”

[nelapanela94]

Isabel Ackerman was sitting on the wing chair pouting, feet hanging, angrily looking at you on the entryway as you desperately searched in the wardrobe for a matching jacket.

You were running late for the meeting and the last thing you wanted to was to deal with one of your daughter's tantrums. The 4-year-old raven-haired had fair reasons to be angry, though; you had promised her to bake cookies together that Saturday morning, but you just couldn't postpone the event. Meanwhile, Levi was concentrated on his book laying on the sofa with the back resting on the arm chair, turning a deaf ear to the situation. It had nothing to do with him anyway.

"Isabel" you sighed. "We can bake cookies tomorrow"

"But I want cookies today!" The little girl barked.

"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady. I already explained to you why we can't bake cookies today" you replied with a tone of authority, and put the jacket on glancing at your reflection in the mirror for a last quick check. "You and dad can make cookies together then"

"But they don't taste good!"

You snorted, trying to hold back your laughter.

"Tch" Levi grumbled. His good eye darted from the book towards his daughter, a frown forming on his face. "Oi!"

"Have fun you two" You waved at the two ravenettes and closed the door behind.

Isabel whined, arms crossed over the chest. The man placed the book on the table and stood up. He was determined to prove his child wrong.

"Oi, brat! Get your apron" He bossed and walked to the kitchen with some effort.

"Mom doesn't like you calling me brat" She scolded jumping off the chair, and followed him.

"Keep it a secret, or I'll tell mom you peed the bed last night"

The child looked down in embarrassment, her cheeks turning slightly red. "Please don't tell her" she mumbled. Her jaw quivered as she was about to cry.

"Let's make a deal, then" She raised her head at her father's voice. "You keep your mouth shut, I keep my mouth shut, understood?"

The little girl rubbed her eyes and nodded.

She dragged the wooden stool, put it next to her father and climbed up. Levi put all the ingredients on the counter top: flour, sugar, eggs, butter, vanilla extract, chocolate chips, baking powder; as well as a bowl and a spatula. He rolled up his sleeves and proceeded with the preparation. Chocolate chip cookies couldn't be that hard.

Isabel dubiously looked at Levi as he put all the ingredients in the bowl. She didn't know the recipe by heart, but remembered her mother adding the ingredients one after the other, instead of throwing all at once. "Mmm, dad…"

"I know what I'm doing brat" He growled at the lack of faith from the mini version of him.

And just as expected, the first batch turned out to be a utter mess. He tried again, but left them for too long in the oven and when they cool down, they were hard as a rock.

Another batch to the trash.

For the next attempt, the butter was too softened; and the following, he added too much baking powder. Too much flour, too little flour. But he gave it another try, and the last batch that came out from the oven looked pretty decent.

Isabel grabbed one, sniffed it twice and took a bite.

Levi didn't need to ask. Shaking her head in disapproval with the nose scrunched was enough of an answer. Putting his hands on the counter, he sighed.

"I'll tell mom to ban you from the kitchen" She accused, squinting the eyes.

"Tch" He glanced at her with his brows furrowed.

Levi took a look around, flour scattered on the floor and crusts of dough stuck on the counter top, there was a lot work to do before you got back home.

"Oi brat, let's clean this up"

"Why me? You made this mess not me!" Isabel retorted, earning a glare from her father. "I'll get the cloths" she gulped.

When everything was sparkly and immaculate, they visited the pastry shop at the end of the street. "We should've come here in the first place" Isabel said, taking a bite of her second serving. Levi hissed, but couldn't agree more. "Don't eat them all, those are for mom too"

By the end of the afternoon, you finally came back home to find your husband and daughter soundly asleep on the couch. The corners of your mouth quirked up in a tender smile. Carefully, you walked past the living room as quiet as possible to not wake them up and made a stop at the kitchen. There was a little tray with two cookies served as well as a glass of warm milk, and a note written in your child's sloppy handwriting. 'for mommy' you read.

You examined the cookies in disbelief. They looked and smelled good. Too good, in truth. But as soon as you bit one, you immediately recognized the familiar taste and chuckled.

"You cheaters"

[mellomanjiro]

Can i please make a request where Bonten Ran gets a call from his wife to tell him that his eldest daughter got into a fight at school.. AGAIN and it's just absolute chaos in the background of the call? Lmao His eldest daughter is popping off why she beat the crap out of that girl, the middle one is complaining that she just want to read and everyone is so loud, and the littlest daughter is just repeating that she loves him (her dad) interrupting the mom trying to take the phone. And Ran is just like 🤦🏻‍♂️ but he's used to it, he loves his family. Thank you!

Omg this is so wholesome 🥺 i love it thanks for requesting <3

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Chaotic Phone Calls

“That’s it! I’m calling your father!” I say to my oldest daughter Aika the minute we walk inside our home after I pick her up from school. “What?! No! Don’t call dad! I promise I won’t do it again! Please mom” she says pouting. “You promised me that last week and this is your third fight this week! Now I have to call your father who is on an important business trip!” I shout.

By “business trip” I mean a Bonten business trip but my girls don’t need to know about the work their dad is into.

“Oh my god Aika, can you shut up? I’m trying to read” says my second born, Hiromi. Aika sticks her tongue out at Hiromi and she just rolls her eyes back at her.

I ignore the two and call Ran. “Hi my love, are you all okay?” he asks the second he picks up his phone. “Yeah, we’re fine. However, Aika got into another fight at school today” I say and I hear Ran let out a little laugh.

Aika is very much like Ran. I remember all the fights he used to get into when we were teens. Usually when Ran was pretty beat up he used to sneak over to my house and I used to clean him up and we’d always end up falling asleep in my bed. But one thing is for sure Ran and I don’t want any of our daughters having the same lifestyle we had as kids.

All of sudden Aika yells out “Dad! It’s not my fault okay?”. “Quiet Aika, I’m on the phone” I say giving her a serious look. “Anyways, they said that if she gets into one more fight that they’ll have to suspend her for a week” I tell Ran.

Out of nowhere Nami, our youngest daughter comes running in. “Mommy! Mommy! Who are you talking to?” she asks. “I’m talking to dad, go sit next to Hiromi” I tell her. “Ran- hey Nami, I said go sit down” I say and I hear Ran laugh again. “No mommy, I wanna tell daddy I love him!” she says as she tries reaching for my phone. “You can tell him after I’m done talking to him, okay?” I tell her while smiling.

She sits down next to Hiromi, and Hiromi let’s out a big sigh. “I’m trying to read!” she shouts but I ignore her.

“As I was saying Ran, what should we do about Aika?” I say sighing. “Hmm.... I don’t know y/n. Maybe we should-“ and then Ran is now cut off with Aika’s yelling.

Aika then says “Dad trust me I had a good reason to knock her out! She told me that-“ I interrupt Aika and tell her to be quiet. “When you come back home can you-“ again I’m interrupted by Nami again trying to reach for the phone. “Daddy I love you soooo much, when are you coming home?” she says.

I put the phone on speaker so Ran can talk to her, hopefully she’ll stop interrupting. Ran tells her he loves her very much as well and that he’ll be home in two days.

As I’m grabbing the phone back Aika starts yelling again. “DAD PLEASE LISTEN THIS FIGHT WASN’T MY FAULT!!! THE OTHER GIRL STARTED IT!!!!” and before I could tell her to be quiet, Hiromi yells out “AIKA SHUT THE HELL UP, I AM TRYING TO READ!!!!”.

“Hiromi Haitani! Watch your language!” I yell out at her. “Now that one is scary when she’s angry” Ran says on the phone and I try not to laugh out loud.

“I guess we’ll have to talk when I come back home” he says. “Yes, I guess so” I say while letting out a big sigh. “I’ll see you in 2 days darling” Ran says. “Okay come say bye to dad” I say and put on the phone on speaker once again. “Bye dad” the three girls say in unison. “I love you” says Nami once again. “I love all of you too” he replies.

“Next trip, I’m going and you’re staying with the girls” I tell him. “Haha, you wish” he replies and you can hear Rindou in the back laughing. Nami then runs back to the phone and yells out “Is that uncle Rindou?! Can I say hi to him? I love him to!” I quickly say goodbye to Ran again and hang up before the chaos can continue. These next two days are going to be the longest days of my life.

[pansyslut]

mother, may i?

hermione x reader

summary:

warnings: dom!hermione/sub!reader, safe word in place, mommy kink, dumbification, praise, slapping, clit slapping, use of vibrator and blindfold, subspace, aftercare

a/n: i’m not sure if everyone knows the game “mother, may i” but it’s basically where you have to ask the person in charge,“the mother” if you can move a certain way or do something and they reply with a simple yes or no. usually the end result is like getting to the end of the pool or something but in this, she gets to... you know. i also hate this fic so read with caution

“mione i’m bored,” you whine while hanging upside down from the foot of the bed. your girlfriend has been doing schoolwork nonstop for hours now and your patience was long out the door. you loved that she was always so on top of everything and was little miss know it all, but there came a point where it’s over doing it. “there’s no reason for you to be doing work due a week from now!”

you watch as her eyes are still set on the paper in front of her, only letting out an eye roll in acknowledgement. sitting up, you crawl across the bed and start taking everything from her lap and straddle her.

“y/n! i’m not finished what are you–” she cuts off when you place your lips on hers. you feel a surprised gasp escape from her mouth as you deepen the kiss. feeling her fingers rake through your hair, she tightens her hold and suddenly tugs your head back.

“jeez ‘mine you’re gonna give me whiplash,” you say while rubbing your scalp. your girlfriend gives you an evil grin and chuckles softly to herself before pushing you off of her and going to rummage through her closet.

not knowing what she was up to, you slump against the bed and cross your arms. seeing hermiones head pop out, she notices your expression and throws her head back in laughter, “you’ll lose the bratty attitude soon enough, y/n. i would watch your tone if i were you.” part of you wanted to be bratty to show her how annoyed you were for not showing you attention all day, but at this point you were just glad you could finally spend time with her.

finally stepping out of the closet, you see her with her tie and a vibrator in each hand. feeling your breath quicken, you were not expecting this to escalate this fast but you weren’t complaining.

sitting on the bed next to you, “mione, what are you–” she cuts you off by placing the tie over your eyes, completely ignoring your confused expression. “now y/n, you know that’s not my name. and you also know you’ve been very bratty today– more bratty than usual at least. but don’t worry, if you play the game correctly, you’ll get your reward. although i doubt you’ll be able to do it; you and i both know you’re incapable of following directions.”

you stutter, unable to comprehend her words. everything is dark and you felt your scenes being heightened. “but– but mommy i just wanted your attention,” you say with a quivering lip. feeling a harsh slap to your cheek, you gasp and went to rub it only for your hands to be pinned down by her.

“you know better than to talk back, baby. i don’t know what has gotten into you,” she says. you feel like you truly are being scolded by your mother with all this, ‘i’m not mad i’m just disappointed’ nonsense.

“do you know the game mother, may i?” she asks and you nod, not wanting to earn another slap. “good girl. so everytime you want to do something, you have to ask. yes?” she says and you nod again. “now for this particular game, you will be allowed to talk freely. but do not test me little girl or else you won’t get your prize,” she says sternly. you nod your head rapidly and mutter a “yes ma’am”.

feeling her hands trail down you, you knew she was teasing you but couldn’t help but arch your back, wanting more of her touch. feeling her hands press down on you hard, you let out a hiss. “did you ask your momma if you could move?” she says and you slowly shake your head no.

“mommy may i touch you?” you ask softly. hearing her let out a hum, “good girl, y/n. i knew you could play right.” she says praising you, making your lips quirk.

trying to find her silhouette, you find her shoulders and trail your hands down to her breasts, grasping them through her bra and massaging them. hearing hermione let out a moan, you try to buck your hips to gain friction only to earn another slap on the cheek.

“play the game correctly or we’re not playing at all. if i remember correctly, it was you who was so needy a few minutes ago,” she says sternly. biting down on your quivering lip, you try to hide that her words had so much effect on you. “oh baby,” hermione says sweetly, “you’re okay, mommy’s got you. i know your small little brain sometimes can’t remember the rules but that’s okay,” she says caressing your face. “my dumb precious baby is so good for me, isnt she?” she says making you rapidly nod your head, eating up all her praise.

“alright bubs, we’re gonna continue. if the blindfold or anything else gets too much, you know your safe word,” she says. her praise made you feel so much better and you were excited to take whatever she would give you. “momma so generous,” you thought out loud, giggling to yourself. “i am, aren’t i? only for sweet little girls like you who deserve it,” she says and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

feeling her lips trail down your throat and down your stomach, she stood with her face in front of your center, her hot breath against you. fighting the urge to wrap your legs around her head, you let out a loud whimper and you hear hermione chuckle at you.

she starts pressing kisses on your inner thighs and on your clothed pussy as she watches you try to contain your squirming. “i think my dumb little baby’s been thinking so hard recently, huh?” she says and starts pulling down your panties. “just turn your brain off and let momma take care of you.”

pressing a kiss to your clit, your legs wrap around her head, pulling her in tighter, only earning a slap to your bare pussy. “mo– momma may i put my hands through your hair?” you ask hesitantly. you feel her nod against you when she puts her head back down. lapping your pussy with her tongue, you hear a faint buzz and suddenly feel a vibrator pushed against you, sending out loud moans as you grip hermiones hair harder.

“mommy it feels so- so good,” you babble in your fuzzy state. pressing a kiss to your thigh, she replies, “i know pretty baby. mommy makes you feel so good, huh? look at you, all spread out for me. my own little toy, aren’t you?”

not being able to reply, you let out stutters of her name, “mom- momma- may i please- please let me- may i cum?” you spew out and as soon as she mutters “of course baby” you’re body tenses, climaxing as you jolt and moan.

slowly calming down, you feel hermione retract the vibrator and you try to speak out, “more, mommy, more– want more,” you say breathlessly, only to be cut off. you feel her raise and untie your blindfold and you rub your eyes, adjusting to the light. watching her blurry figure, she enters the bathroom for a few moments and comes back out with a small washcloth.

sitting next to you, she presses a small kiss to your forehead and starts whipping you down. accidentally hitting your clit, you immediately shut your legs and growl. “shit– i’m sorry, y/n/n. didn’t mean to.” she says and you shake your head aggressively. “not y/n/n, mommas. it’s toy. your dumb toy,” you let out and giggle to yourself.

seeing her shake her head, “not a dumb toy, a pretty girl. i have the most gorgeous girlfriend in the world. y/n, come back for me, alright? i know it’s all fuzzy but i know you can do it,” she coos and you nod.

“i’m ‘kay, ‘mione” you let out and grab her hand. hearing her let out a ragged breath, she presses another kiss to your lips. “such a good girl, y/n. i promise we can cuddle and i’ll put away my work for the day. wanna spend time with you,” she says and rubs her nose against yours.

nodding your head, you let her pull you into her arms and you rest your head against her shoulder. falling into a deep sleep, you hear her continuing praises, “such a good girl, y/n. so beautiful.”