#okie................goodbye for now

[simgerale]

introducing...

noelle minton (heir) & bronson littler (future spouse)

[mangodoodles000]

Thinking about magical girl pissa:)

Shiit, me too bestie

On the topic of that, I’m still working on a “magical girl” transformation for missa in my new au

Finally figured out a good name but design is still a wip

In the meantime just have some wip art

[settons]

apolloism nobody even knows about i call people irl dear and love and darling like, all the time just qs a matter of habit but I don't ever do it over text idk it feels more . intimate over text I suppose? and obv I don't want people to think I'm hitting on them or make them uncomfortable it's just one of my old lady traits. grandma pollo

[killuaisaprincess]

❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️

[ariii-is-amazinggg]

Okay I know I’m late but-

Massive shout out to GLITCH for this accomplishment <3

[ayay]

oh and i got a look at meowing guy whose been bothering me. turns out [CAR CRASH] [BOMB EXPLOSION] [TRAIN DRIVES BY] so yea that was cool.

[toadallytickles]

Whats wrong? Someone want to be tied down tied and edged the entire night? Hips bucking towards it, slowly tickling your clit over, and over...and over, and over again. 😈

WO W-‼️ 😨

What the hell… where is this coming from??probably the first ever ask to actually tease and fluster me.. made me gasp out loud reading it earlier he c k . 🙃

Perhaps™~ 👀

[scoreplings]

beep boop

[14buddy22]

heyy i heard you wanted hotch request! sooo you know when in season 11 when mr scratch is finally taken down but he’s kidnapped emily and our pookie bear hotch is in witness protection? could you write some really fluffy shit where reader or something was also taken by mr scratch and they reunite when reader is in hospital. i’m taking tooth rotting fluff but a teeny weeny bit of angst because hotch feels like he failed to protect reader? okie ty <3

Thank you for the request, my love. I love fluff and angst 🫶🥰🥰

Angst is on a higher level here, but the end is fluffy😳😳

You weren't a federal agent.

You never wanted to be. You knew what it was like to be in love with one. Early mornings, late nights, some days and nights without knowing where they are.

That's how you found yourself now, except you always knew that Aaron was going to do his best to make it back to you and Jack. But this constant fear of not knowing, you hated it. It's like Aaron and Jack were a team of unsubs, you trying to track them down with very little, knowing that they were in witness protection and you couldn't get to them.

Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, now you were going weeks into months. It'd been nearly 2 and a half months since you last saw your boys. The smell of both of them beginning to fade.

Why didn't you go into witness protection? Well, Mr. Scratch was after Aaron ad Jack, he stalked Jack at his soccer game. Pictures addressed to Aaron arriving at the BAU a day later.

When that happened, he knew what he had to do. He lost Haley, he wasn't going to lose his son either. To protect you, he had to leave. He didn’t want to lose someone he loved yet again.

You wanted your boys. You were mad Aaron didn't let you go into witness protection with him but her refused to let you leave your career, your family, your friends. You didn't sign up for that.

He couldn't take you away from your family when you were close with them. He didn't know how long he was going to be in witness protection for, you could have been away from your family for almost 3 months at this point, but it could be years or the rest of your life. Aaron didn't want to do that to you.

Saying goodbye to Jack was hard, what was even harder was him not wanting to let go of you, practically begging Aaron to stay. It broke your heart. You remember sobbing two and a half months ago. Once Aaron pried Jack out of your arms, you kissed Aaron. Aaron kissed back with so much guilt, sorrow, whatever emotion that everyone was feeling. But, that kiss was your reminder that he was doing this to keep the ones he loves safe. He was doing it because he loved Jack. He did it because he loved you. At least, that's what you were telling yourself.

When you were out and about shopping, you saw a dad and a little boy shopping, you swore it was Aaron and Jack but when you ended up almost face to face to them as you were passing by, it wasn't them. But to see the boys happy, it made you think that somewhere, Jack and Aaron are happy together.

When you were bringing groceries in your house, you were in the midst of cleaning out your trunk when you felt a sharp pain on the back of your head. Before you can scream anything, you blacked out.

When you finally came to your senses, you looked around. You were in a house, tied up. Where the hell were you? All you knew was one thing...

You were in pain. So. Much. Pain. The crimson red shining brightly through one of your favorite shirts. It won't be your favorite anymore.

Then you were face to face with a man. Mr. Scratch. Aaron showed you his face so you could be aware of what he looked like and report it to the team if Scratch came after you. But, you didn't see him, until now.

"You're Mr. Scratch."

"I Am. And I'm your worst nightmare. Jack, that little boy, he's your son, right?"

"You better not touch him or Aaron."

He looked at the engagement ring on your finger and he said, "Oh sweetie. You're the future Mrs. Hotchner? Umm. I don't think so. Let me tell you, Aaron and Jack are dead. Currently sitting in a pool of blood for Agent Hotchner's team to find. It'll be amusing to see them squirm and what I've done for them."

"You didn't kill him!"

Scratch just stood up, laughing as he walked out.

You didn't know what to do. You felt helpless. You were bleeding out, you didn't know where you were, and you were just face to face with a psychopath. This was the guy who tortured, Aaron? This was the guy who stalked, Jackers? This is the psychopath who killed your fiancé and stepson?

Groaning in pain, you couldn't help but begin to fall in and out of consciousness. You didn't want to give up. You had to fight because if there was some home that they saved Aaron and Jack, you needed to see them. You couldn't die. Aaron would never forgive himself.

It wasn't until you finally woke back up after falling out of consciousness and someone was untying your hands.

"Y/n, Y/n! We're here. Are you in pain! We need a medic!"

Were you dreaming? Was Rossi here?

"Dave?"

Dave came in full view of you, placing his hands on your cheeks, trying to get you to take deep breaths and calm down.

"Scratch told me he killed Aaron and Jack. Please don't tell me they're dead. Dave, please."

"They're alive sweetheart. They're alive. Scratch is dead. He's gone."

"Don't leave me, please."

A few hours after being taken to the hospital for tests and being seen by the psychologists, Dave walked into the room.

"I just. I just want Aaron. Please tell me he's coming home, Dave. Please. I want Aaron. I want Jack. I just want them both back."

Dave looked at you and moved out of the way a bit.

"Y/n!" You knew that voice, so yes, you may have shot your head to the other side, wayyyyyy too quick, but when you were met with your sweet little boy, it didn't matter how much pain you were in.

"Jack!"

Aaron walked in with flowers, immediately finding your side. Your eyes met his as you were hugging Jack. His eyes were red and puffy, filled with tears.

As he sat on the chair next to the bedside, he hugged you, giving you a kiss that was apologetic, love, passion, happiness.

As you pulled back for air, he kept his forehead against yours. Murmurs of I'm sorry, I love you, I'm so happy you're safe are exchanged between the both of you.

When you did finally leave the hospital, it was nice to have both of your boys with you. You and Aaron would wed about 1 month later, you would adopt Jack shortly after.

Your boys were your home, you may have moved out of the apartment you three were calling home, but the new house, Aaron retiring from the FBI being a stay at home dad for your family in the years to come. It can't amount to the two and a Half months you had to go alone. And the reunion that had to follow after Scratch did what he did to you. As long as you had Aaron in your life, you could work through anything.

[richeeduvie]

was just watching a podcast and the guy was talking about how gut wrenching it was for him to have his daughter give up her pacifier. said she called it her "okie okie" because of the way he and his wife would go "okay okay okay" when giving it to her when she would cry. they played her a sesame street song about saying goodbye to your pacifier, and had her dig it so two lollipops would grow by morning for her to have. he said he cried so much watching her sing to her pacifier that he had to dig them up after she went to bed and now he has them tucked away. all this to say they reminded me of roman and baby jr. how did they both handle having to give up the pacifier? roman definitely kept them too.

No because Baby Jr loves her pacifier? She can talk the talk with Mommy and Daddy and her family but in public? She's a shy girl. She doesn't have to do much talking, so she just pops in her pacifier and calls it a day. And when she's old enough, Roman thinks she's a genius on how Baby Jr just takes it out whenever she wants to say something, then she puts it back it.

Roman curled up side of his bed and held her pacifier. Baby had to be the grown up and make the decision for her little girl to give up her pacifier. Roman tried to fight it, but Baby just had to kiss him and remind him that she's still so little, she just doesn't need her pacifier to show that.

"Bye bye, I miss you. Bye bye."

Roman caught Baby crying as Baby Jr put her pacifier in the box.

"See? Fucking see? We don't have to do thi-"

"These are normal feelings...Ro...Roman. We don't have to go back."

Baby Jr blinks at the way her mommy cries. She flexes her tiny fists.

"Oh, god."

Roman holds his face when Baby Jr takes her pacifier from the box and lifts it up to Baby.

"See? Roman...this is all healthy. Good job, baby. Thank you for thinking of Mommy. But it's okay, we'll put pacifier in the box so you can remember all the memories with them when you're older, oka-"

Mother and daughter turn to a whimper. Roman's already snotty, he's wiping his nose with the back of his palm and crying.

He cries harder when Baby Jr lifts up her pacifier to him.

They're something as parents. Baby Jr doesn't understand why she's being held so tightly on the couch or why Mommy and Daddy are so sad, but she takes it as one last moment to use her pacifier, even if Mommy and Daddy need it more than her probably.

[nightmare-crew-1156]

HEY YOU 👋

WISH YOU COULD WRITE SOMETHING IN SMG3'S SUSSY NOTEBOOK?

NOW YOU CAN :D

Prompt:

Pretend you're Smg3! It's been one hell of a day so you decide to write about what happened. What do you write about..or who 👀

OKIE DOKIE GOODBYE 👋

[lunaekalenda]

warning: gojo and reader were dating before he lost us, we're at the limb between life and death (were gojo sees all his loved ones okie i'm sad), spoilers of jjk236 but i just went full delulu (read under your own risk!!!!), death of characters (spoilers of the manga. death mentions, intentional lowercase, no proofread, this is selfish to cope with what gege did hmph..

"i'm tired." he whispers. your hand caress his white locks softly, your fingertips smoothly dancing on his head, his breath on your shoulder when he sighs.

"i know" you whisper back. you know the heavy burden satoru gojo has on his back - staying strong no matter how many of his friends die during the battle, keep going for them, for you. pushing his own limits to exhaustion just to make sure no other one he loves gets hurt.

standing in the middle of your bedroom, satoru's tall body seems smaller curved against yours. his hands are gripped on your waist, and you leave a kiss on his neck while your hands keep playing with his hair. "i'm so tired, love." his words break your heart. his black t-shirt is soft under your chin, as he takes air again. "what if i just give up?"

the words are said in low voice, but you catch them. taking his face away from your shoulder, you look in his teary eyes. they shine more than ever, reminding you to the sky, to the sea and the clouds. you can't stand seeing him suffer. you hold him close again, letting him bury his face on the crook of your neck again. satoru gojo has been told he's the strongest all his life. when he was nothing more than a kid with big curious eyes, and when he learnt how to use his powerful technique. what if he wasn't the strongest? he lost so many people. he lost nanami, he lost geto, he lost you.

he doesn't want to be the strongest if he can't have you by his side. what does it even mean to be invincible if he can't share his life with you? he's not sure, but he's tired of being always the one that sees how all his loved ones suffer.

your fingers trace the irregular cut on his waist as you find the right words for him. "i know you've suffered, 'toru." of course you do. so many sleepless nights by his side, holding him between your arms, reassuring him with soft words and slow kisses. "and i know you're tired." you feel his shaky breath on the way his back moves, erratic. "but you can't give up now, satoru."

your brain doesn't want to pronounce those words. you want him to stay there, with you, to hold you again and to kiss you again, to wake up in his arms and to hear his laugh every time your fingers tickle his sides. you want him to stay so bad, but you know that's not how it should be. you know he's more than capable to finish this, you know he still has people to look after. you can't mourn that he's not by your side when he has still so many life inside. "you have to live. for you, for your students, for megumi." the mention of the kid makes your lover sigh, trembling. "you have to live for me."

you had so many plans with him. from buying a house to adopting a dog, from visiting other countries to spend your holidays in family. you had so many plans, and they all are truncated now. you feel tears against your skin as your arms tighten around satoru. "they need you up there more than i do." you whisper. "save them, 'toru." he parts from your neck, looking at you in the eyes. you smile softly when he caresses your cheek, studying you. he smiles, broken.

"you're so pretty, my love." he whispers. and even though he didn't say it with words, you can feel the goodbye on his words, the bitter meaning behind his caress. he gets close to kiss your forehead. "i'll see you later, then."

you smile widely, feeling the salty taste of a tear on your lips.

"i hope it's not anytime soon, 'toru."

[stfucrow]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

intended eddie brock / venom x female!reader

WRITING WARNINGS: okie so this is kinda like an au in a way, it’s a secret pre-established poly relationship, also reader is colton drake’s sister (adoptive, biological, or married-in your choice!) so like colton isn’t super approving of his sister having a relationship with someone.

XOXO, CROW — this is so utterly disgustingly cutely based off sabrina’s new song with our favorite loser and our precious symbiote baby <3! so eddie and venom aren’t in this fic but they are both mentioned and it’s kind of just the reader existing with the family dynamic and hearing about her boys.

her (e/c) eyes rolled softly as she listened to the rambling of her brother as she peered down at the symbiote in the tube feeling utterly devasted for the poor creature. y/n knew what it was like to be trapped in a tube and feeling hopeless with the liquid nutrition being the only thing keeping you alive, at least she knew from venom, whom had ranted to her one night all about it in order to get her to stay away from her brother. her boyfriend and the symbiote had tried their hardest to take down her brother and his organization, yet they had failed, and colton wasn’t all that pleased with them. in fact, colton drake wished to hunt them down and find them yet he found that simply impossible. unbeknownst to colton, his own sister was the mere reason why he couldn’t find them.

y/n was the only person who had approved of her own choice to fall in love with eddie brock and by extension venom as well, at least that is what she believed as whenever she would drop hints about her secret pair of boyfriends without revealing too much information ; everyone seemed to verbally bash her for falling in love, claiming she was too childish as she fell in love with more than one person. they deemed their relationship as wrong and an act of unfaithful nature but y/n knew better than to listen to all those vipers depressed in empath clothing.

the (h/c) haired woman deeply sighed to herself as she heard her brother changing the conversation about his company to the fact that she wasn’t listening to him. in fact colton had claimed that his sister was too busy thinking about her secretive boyfriend instead of listening to his plan to save all of mankind from the destruction of earth itself. (e/c) eyes lightened up as their owner had smiled softly at the symbiote who had made a gesture inside of the tube, one of which essentially called her brother an annoying loser, causing her to wholeheartedly agree even if she didn’t admit it out loud.

“yet not to mention eddie brock stealing venom from me and you still don’t care about it. it doesn’t affect you and yet this is our livelihood, my dear sister, and yet you don’t cherish or show any interest in it!” there he goes again, back on his stupid bullshit verbal rampage about his mankind project. “you say livelihood as if i don’t have my dream job that i love and have enough money to get by on my own plus get other oddities.” y/n bit back as she stretched her back out, having been uncomfortable in the position she had been slightly hunched over in.

“don’t get cocky now, y/n, just be a good sister and listen. i’ve taken care of you my entire life and you don’t get to cheapen that, okay?” colton explained as he placed a gentle hand upon his sister’s cheek, trying to be sympathetic as he assumed she was only fighting back with her words due to being drained from her dream job that she’s talked about since childhood. “oh fuck off, colton.” the woman replied forcibly taking her brother’s hand away from her face and then waved her goodbyes to the symbiote in the tube before she walked out of the lab, her brother’s voice raising with each step she took.

nearly a half an hour later, luckily having gotten through the lots of traffic faster than anticipated, she had found herself inside of the convenience store where mrs. chen worked during the night. a simple “oh sweetheart, there you are!” had rung out with perfect timing of the bell as she stepped inside, mrs. chen had greeted her inside with a sense of relief. “now why do i sense some relief in that mrs. c?” the (h/c) haired woman questioned as she moved to grab some of her favorite snacks that she would share with venom and eddie once she got home. all she could affectionately think of was, please please please don’t embarrass me motherfucker, as she awaited the words that her dear older friend would say which more than likely had something to do with her boyfriends.

the older dark haired woman chuckled softly as y/n made her way up to the counter with all her snacks. “oh no worries sweetheart, the two idiots were just going on and on about how they love you. i’m guessing there might be a ring in your future from the sounds of it.” mrs. chen explained as she finished ringing up the snacks and placed them in a bag. the (h/c) haired woman shook her head affectionately at the woman’s words knowing that they didn’t need a ring to be married, in fact the three of them already considered themselves married, but she knew the woman would still lovingly pester them about it. “i’ll see you later, māma.” y/n chuckled softly as she saw the woman pause at the loving nickname as she grabbed her bag and placed a twenty upon the counter, ready to leave and head home to her beloveds.

[hellishjoel]

hello, hi, kry here. i was wondering if mayhaps you would consider writing me a smutty little one-shot for either frankie or joel. it's my birthday tomorrow and i would love to read something by my fave writer on here. okie byeeee! love you <3

happy birthday, princess

2k // pairing: frankie morales x birthday girl!reader

summary: in an attempt to lift your spirits after having to work on your birthday, Frankie takes you to the beach to spend the evening together.

warnings: MA 18+ (minors DNI), frankie fucking morales, smut, swearing, pet names, fingering (f! receiving)

A/N: happiest of birthdays kry! this message made me tear up, I'm so lucky to have you as part of my community. happy 24th lovely <3 I hope you like the moldboard! frankie core for the one and only @joelmillers-whore

“You shouldn’t have to work on your birthday,” Frankie reasoned as he watched you weave through the bedroom while he sat out of the way on the bed. You were collecting your items before you left. “It should be illegal.” 

His attempt at a light-hearted joke made you give him a weak, tight-lipped smile. 

“I know.” You whisper, a certain sadness aching in your chest. The last thing you wanted to do on your special day was work. You had requested off, but management denied it for one reason or the other. 

This was your first birthday with your boyfriend, Frankie. He seemed even more excited than you did. And all the more disappointed when you told him you wouldn’t be able to spend the day with him like you had originally planned. 

“I’ll be home before you know it. Then we can do something together.” You try to put on your best face, gently cupping Frankie’s cheek as you angle his face upwards to face you. Your fingers brush against dark stubble, admiring his chocolate puppy dog eyes. You like the little wrinkles around his eyes.

Frankie sighed but ultimately nodded. He stood up from the bed, a hand locked on your hip. He tilted up his hat brim with his opposite hand and leaned down to press his lips against yours. Your stomach rushes with butterflies, letting his happiness consume you and jumpstarting your mood for the day. 

“Okay, okay,” you murmur against his lips despite feeling his hands wander a bit to keep you close. You throw back your head and laugh as his lips sputter kisses down your cheek and neck, his hands feeling more like they were tickling you rather than holding you now. “Okay! Okay, I have to go.” 

Frankie’s smile is still there, warm and tender, but he straightens up and loosens his hold on you. 

“We’ll do something tonight. Promise.” He resolves with a tight nod, and you agree. 

“Tonight.” 

One more goodbye kiss, and you’re scurrying to your car, cursing Frankie for nearly making you late. 

---

“What on Earth are you doing here?” 

Your smile is wide as you exit the back door of your work to see Frankie in his vintage red Chevrolet Corvet.

“I thought you put the Corvet away since summer was over?” You asked excitedly, gently extending your fingers out to glide along the cherry paint. 

Frankie merely shrugs, donning his casual aviators and baseball cap. He was wearing an old hoodie, seeing him squint behind his sunglasses. 

“I did,” Frankie lightly grunts as he reaches across the center console and unlocks your door, thrusting it open wide for you to slip in. “But today’s a special occasion. Now get in.” He grins. 

It’s hard to conceal your smile as you throw your belongings in the back and settle into his passenger seat. 

“But today,” you emphasize, “is almost over. And it’s October. Where exactly are we cruising to this late in the day?” You ask, observing the open section of the roof. 

Frankie smirks as he hands you a blanket to cover your lap and pats your leg gently before readjusting his aviators. “Let’s ride, baby.” 

---

The car drives along the coast, and he was right to give you a blanket. Despite getting warmer temperatures compared to the rest of the country, being by the water caught colder temperatures. 

You watch as you wind down the rocky hills from above, eyeing the brilliant blue water as the sunset creates ripples of orange and purple across the soon navy sky. Your troubles of earlier today feel melted away. Frankie squeezes the hold he has on your hand. 

After parking and finding a secluded spot on the beach, Frankie retrieved a cooler from the trunk and walked with you through the sandy landscape. It was beautiful, breathtaking, a bit chilly, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You secured the blanket around your shoulders, watching him pile a few logs together and start a little bonfire. 

You playfully applauded, and Frankie bowed graciously at your praise. 

“Thank you, thank you very much. I was a boy scout.” 

Frankie wound down beside you, groaning softly before popping open the cooler. He offers you a drink, then finds a beer for himself. The fire blazes orange and sparks a few stray ashes into the air. 

He feels you lean into his arm, wanting you even closer as he lifts it to wrap around your shoulders and snuggle you into his side. 

He smells your shampoo and lingering perfume from this morning. He holds your hand over your lap and gently caresses his thumb along the extent of your palm. He shyly glances down, seeing your beautiful features highlighted by the flickering flames. You’re warm, body and soul. You bring Frankie a sense of ease and comfort. A place to call home, a reason to put his guard down. 

“Wait, what’s this?” Frankie asks as he burrows through his cooler, pulling out supplies for smore’s. 

You giggle and enthusiastically reach for the chocolate, humming as you bust open the plastic packaging while Frankie opens the rest of the supplies. 

The two of you hunt for sticks, ones long enough to roast marshmallows. 

“Oh, babe, this one is fuckin’ perfect, look.” 

You giggle that he’s so excited. “You’re a champ, that’s a beautiful stick, baby.”

He aids you in clamping squared-off graham crackers and a pad of chocolate around your golden brown marshmallow, cooing in excitement as he hands you the finished masterpiece that was your s’more.

The two of you toast and casually discuss what’s next for you and what this new year of yours will bring. He thinks of good luck, safety, and love. 

You stay for as long as you can, but it is October, and it is especially chilly by the water. But this night meant so much for you, especially to have Frankie go out of his way and drive miles and miles out of town to take you to the water, where you felt the most free and liberated. 

Frankie smothers the fire with his boot, and you make your trek back up to the car. He tells you to wait in the car with your blanket while he loads everything else, to which you don’t fight him. He secures the roof over the car and smiles at your playful chattering teeth. 

He can’t stop thinking about warming you up. He tries to distract himself the rest of the ride by singing to music with you or letting you tell him about your day, but he can’t stop thinking about your body, the warmth he could bring just with his hand alone.  

“Frankie?” You ask cautiously, clasping his hand that was now clamped onto your thigh. “What’s going on in that big brain of yours, huh?” 

He takes in a deep breath through his nostrils and turns to you, puppy dog eyes, desperate for something. But what? 

“You cold?” He asks, to which your eyebrows furrow. 

“Well, yeah.” You finally whisper, feeling his hands snake higher to the button on your jeans. You weren’t exactly easy to access right now, but god, you wish you were. 

“Push’em down, baby. Put the blanket over you.” 

His voice is authoritative enough that you listen. You push down your jeans past your thighs, securing the blanket over yourself in case any wandering eyes from passing cars caught Frankie’s hand down your pants. 

Your stomach twists as he slips past the blanket. You whimper, his hand is only slightly cold as you shakily breathe through it, looking forward. 

“That’s it, princess, keep lookin’ at the road.” He hums. He’s got one hand tight on the steering wheel, the other coasting down the front of your panties. Somehow, he’s more focused now that he’s able to take care of what he’s been thinking about. 

Your hand tightens around his wrist and urge him on, causing a playful laugh out of him. “So fuckin’ pretty when you need me, princess.” 

God, he would be the death of you. 

Frankie’s fingers work over your panties, tracing your seam before he nudges the underwear in his way aside. You bite down on your lower lip and look over at him. How fucking handsome he was, how lucky you were to have him as yours. How he thought the same for you. 

His eyes catch yours, and you hastily nod. He turns back to the road and slowly coats his fingers with your slick, moaning quietly as your eyes flutter in bliss. He does a tight circle around your clit before moving downwards to your entrance. It’s like he’s mapping the well-known terrain, finding what’s making you tick tonight. 

“Had such a long day at work today, Frankie, please. Take care of me.” You whisper. 

Hearing you beg isn’t Frankie’s goal. It’s your birthday, and he would do just about anything you asked right about now. You had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, that was for sure. 

You were soaked, begging for release, begging for Frankie to take care of you. He promised he always would. You were his girl. He couldn’t take not being inside you, but his fingers would suffice until the two of you were home. 

Frankie listens to your symphony of whimpers as his first two fingers notch into your entrance, feeling you shift in your seat and spread your legs wider under the protection of the blanket to allow him full access to your sex. He sinks them deeper, and the stretch is intense but pleasurable. 

You whimper his name, and it’s his kryptonite. “C’mon, baby, lemme hear how good it feels.” 

His fingers bury themselves in you, knuckles brushing your sweet folds as his fingers curl. 

You throw your head back in satisfaction, jaw dropped, eyes wide as he hits a certain nerve inside you, one that is screaming to be touched. 

“Fuck,” you breathily exert, your breasts distracting Frankie as you arch your back lightly in your seat. “Feels like heaven, Frankie, oh shit,” you cry out, making him smirk. 

If he wasn’t fucking driving right now, he’d take you in his arms, spread your legs, and bury himself between your thighs for days, needing nothing more than the taste of your cum on his tongue. 

But he was driving, and you were beside him, falling into his bicep and cradling your face into his arm for protection. 

“That’s it, baby, feel how good those fucking fingers feel inside you?” 

You can barely push up an answer, just a weak nod as you still clamp your hand tightly around his wrist. 

Frankie starts a decent rhythm with his fingers, in and out, curling and massaging the sensitive walls that love whatever he’s doing. A coil starts to wind inside you, begging for release. Your legs begin to shake and twitch, moaning his name softly as he continues to make you feel good. 

“M’not gonna last much longer- fuck,” you force out breathily, arching your back and falling into Frankie’s arm as your head lays lifelessly on his shoulder. You can feel his smirk pressed to the crown of your head. 

“Can feel you tensing around me, princess, let go.” 

You whimper, but his words push you over the edge. It feels like scrabbling at the end of a cliff, damn near falling, feeling your orgasm crash through you helplessly. Frankie’s foot lays heavy on the pedal as you squeeze desperately around his fingers, feeling him continue his pace until you’ve leaked all the cum you can onto his fingers. He barely even touched your clit, and you were folding for him. 

You’re breathless, weakly moaning and whispering his name and other profanities mixed in there, too. 

“Jesus Christ,” you say once you’ve pushed yourself back into your seat, and he’s pulled his fingers from you. 

“I prefer Frankie.” He teases. 

He locks eyes with you as he does a long lick up his first two digits, properly licking them clean. It makes another intense coil twist inside you. 

“Don’t worry. You can have everything else once we get home. To properly celebrate your birthday.” 

You shyly smile and nod, pulling his hand into your lap and squeezing it tightly. 

“I don’t even care that I had to work today. At least I get to spend tonight with you.” 

Frankie quips up a smile and squeezes your hand under the blanket. “I’m the lucky one. Happy birthday, princess.” 

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happy 24th birthday, kry! thank you for such a kind message. I know you had to work today, but I hope you have a great year filled with lots of love, great friendships, and kindness <3

[killuaisaprincess]

For You

“Big Brother is a sensitive, delicate flower! So listen up, Bushy!”

B-Bushy… ahh…

Zushi nods his head furiously.

“Break my Big Brother’s heart, and I’ll break your legs!”

[sfwregressionfanfictions]

Playing at Eddie's: Eddie X Little! Reader

Summary: This is part of my Discovery fic world! Regressing at Eddie’s trailer for the first time.

A/N: this feels a little rushed but I liked it! :)) Working on a Steve rogers fic rn.

W/C: 1066

To say Eddie was stressed was an understatement. How could he not be? His baby was going to be there in less than an hour and his trailer was still a mess, all of his… special apparel and other adult stuff was moved to being hidden in his closet. 

Eddie pulled out all of the blankets, pillows, and other soft things that his baby would adore. Luckily that left more room in his closet for him to throw the trash and dirty clothing that littered his floor into it. With some shoving and cramming, the floor of his room was visible, and so were the crumbs that were spread all over. He needed to vacuum, do they have a vacuum? Where would it be? Luckily it was in the first place he checked, in what was referred to as the broom closet. 

‘Maybe I should clean more often…’ was all that ran through his mind, as he frantically vacuumed his room. Luckily right as he put the vacuum away the doorbell rang. Opening the door Robin and (Y/N) stood in front and Steve stood a little farther back. 

“Hi!” (Y/N) said, as they threw themself into a hug (making Eddie catch them). 

“Hi Baby, did Harrington drive carefully with you in the car?” Eddie said while stroking their head and kissing their forehead. A playful glare pointed at Steve before he laughed.

“Yes!” They said not picking up on the playful annoyance, “We went to get stuff for Steve and Robin’s booth at the fair and I got to help!” 

“Oh really?” Eddie kissed their head again and asked quietly, “Were you a good helper?”

“Mhmmmm!” They said, starting to peer into his house.

“Hope they didn’t work you two too hard,” Eddie chuckled, before eying (Y/N) again waiting for them to say thank you and goodbye. Having to squeeze their hand and raise an eyebrow to get them to understand.

“Oh! Thank you for inviting me and driving me! I had fun!” They released Eddies, moving to hug Steve and Robin.

“It’s no problem, do you want to join us again to work on it?” Robin asked, being gentle towards the obviously teetering baby.

“I’d like that, can Eddie come too?” They asked while moving to hug Steve.

“Of course,” Robin said smiling at the question. “Now, you too go have fun, don’t forget to show him your present!”

“Okay! Thank you! Bye-Bye!” They said walking back to the trailer, Eddie and them waving as their friends got in the car to drive away.

“Come in, can’t have you catching a cold out here!” Eddie exclaims overdramatically. 

“Eddie, what are we gonna do today?” (Y/N) asked, wandering around the living area. Staring at 

“We can play, and watch movies! Sadly, it’s gonna rain soon lovie, so all our plans were ruined.” Eddie said frowning at them.

Their eyes widen, “It’s okay! We can spend all day cuddling, Dada!”

“That’s right, and I pulled all my old toys out for you,” Eddie said, smiling at them. 

“Really? We play?” They stare up blinking at them.

“Yes baby,” Eddie said, opening the door to his bedroom, “Remember, if you get sleepy, hungry, or even having to go potty, you gotta say something so I know.”

“Okie dada,” They said plopping onto the floor and looking into the box of toys. There were he-man toys, Cabbage Patch kids, and Care Bears. “Watch the Care bears tonight?”

“Yes baby, and we can have anything you’d like to eat!” Eddie said before whispering to himself, “If we can order it for takeout…”

“Dada, we pway now?” Eddie smiled and nodded, sitting behind them. Pulling them onto his lap, picking up a toy to play with. “Ou da knight and sab me? (You are the knight and save me?)”

“Of course, dada will always save his little baby!” Eddie exclaims, bouncing them in his lap and kissing their cheek. 

With a squeal, (Y/N) began acting out a story. The story was partially based on a DND campaign he wrote a few months back, however, it was babified. Eddie was playing a dangerous dragon that steals the baby away from their kingdom. He also was playing a knight in dented armor, who would save their baby back. 

They played for hours until the baby got all fidgety, and started squirming. Eddie was quick to notice this, “Baby, do you have to go potty?”

“Wanna pway mowe!” They said, upset.

“You can play again after you go potty!” Eddie said, trying to come them down. They only pouted in response. “Baby, do you want me to help you, or do you want to go by yourself?”

“By myself, pease, ‘m big giwl” (Y/N) said, asking to be carried into the bathroom. 

Once they were placed in the restroom, Eddie asked, “Do you need help with the button on your pants?”

(Y/N) nodded, soon the button was undone and Eddie left the bathroom. Eddie noticed the stains on his bed as he left the bathroom. Did they notice it when they came in? How could he forget to clean his bed? 

Quickly, Eddie decided to take the blankets from the living room and drape a few on the bed to cover the stains. For once in his life, Eddie prayed to God for a miracle and for (Y/N) to not see the stains. They came out shortly after Eddie’s mad rush.

“Dada, can we watch Care Bears now?” They said, pants unbuttoned.

“How about we get you changed and then we can watch it?” Eddie said, only to be met with a whine, “Don’t you wanna be all comfy in daddy’s cloths?”

“Pease,”  They said, “Wan’ dada’s.”

“Can I change you?” Eddie asked, receiving a nod, “Okay, hands up,” Their shirt was pulled off, and then their pants. Their top was quickly replaced by his (then your bra was removed if you wear one), then he traded their underwear for a pair of his sweatpants.

“Danks dada!” They said, jumping to be carried by him, “Cuddle time?”

“Yes, my little elf,” Eddie said, “And movie! AND some yummy dinner!”

The night continued, being filled with a delivery meal. (Y/N) was forced to eat at least some of their veggies before dessert. Luckily, it was easy to convince them to while they watched their favorite movie.