#puppy sinclair

[evans23]

RICKMAS 2024 - DAY 3 - A TREAT

Pairing : Sinclair Bryant x OC

Summary : It's December, Sinclair's favorite time of year, at least before his divorce. But this year, it will be his first Christmas with a woman who truly loves him for who he is, not for what he represents. She is his special treat.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Smut. Fluff.

A/N : And here the third story for this intense Rickmas. It's challenging but it brings me a lot of joy. Thanks for it @deepperplexity

This is the part 2 of I am yours

Part I

Also read on AO3 - Wattpad

Two months. It had been two months since you had finally offered yourself to Sinclair for his greatest happiness. Officially, you had been a couple for eight months, but it had taken you time to offer yourself to him and to feel comfortable enough to tell him your little secret. Well, you hadn't really told him, Sinclair had guessed and you had simply confirmed.

It was now the beginning of December. The week before, you had celebrated your birthday, a drizzly day in November but that Sinclair had managed to brighten up with his presence. And with a chocolate cake, your favorite. He hadn't forgotten. Some people like to make fun of him by saying that he always talks without ever letting anyone else get a word in edgewise, but that's not true, he knew how to listen too.

Today, you were both busy decorating the tree that stood in the beige-toned living room. The warm atmosphere of the room, illuminated by the garlands and the small colored lights that blinked all around you made the living room even more comforting than usual.

"This tree is a little too big, isn't it ?" you asked, laughing softly.

"It doesn't even touch the ceiling," Sinclair replied, kissing your temple.

This was your first Christmas together. The fifth for him since the divorce with the one-who-was-no-longer-named. Well, in your head, you nicknamed her the bitch who had fucked her brother.

"What do you normally do at Christmas ?" you asked, hanging a glass ball on the tree.

"When I was a kid, we had big, lavish parties. My parents' whole house was decorated: big trees, luxurious dinners, expensive gifts. The kids stayed in the playroom most of the time. Honestly, it was kind of boring."

You looked away, a little embarrassed. It was obvious that you and Sinclair didn't come from the same world, even if it had never bothered him.

"With... With you know who, it was always very cold. If I threw a big party, she told me she felt left out, if we were invited to my parents' house, she said he made fun of her - which is totally false ! - and if it was just the two of us... well, I wasn't enough for her. And nothing I could offer her was ever enough," he said bitterly.

He fell silent, his cheeks slightly red, as if he regretted talking about her. You took his hand in yours and gave him a small smile. Sinclair tried not to mention his ex-wife in front of you so as not to hurt you, but sometimes, it was stronger than him, he needed to talk about it. You didn't mind, you understood that he was still terribly scarred by what she had done to him and you appreciated knowing that he trusted you enough to open up and share what was still hurting him today.

"But after the divorce, and after an exorbitant amount of therapy, I learned to love the holidays again like I did before... her."

"At home, we didn't really have any traditions," you said to lighten the mood and distract Sinclair from his gloomy memories, "it was just my parents and I. We'd eat a simple meal and then spend the evening in front of the TV watching Christmas movies. But it was never really a big holiday in our house."

"Do you regret it ?" Sinclair asked sincerely.

You thought for a moment before shaking your head. 

"Not really. When I was little, we spent Christmas at my grandmother's house with my father's whole family and it was so... hypocritical. Everyone pretended to get along and smiled at each other falsely. Of course, I was too young to understand, but once I was a teenager, those Christmas parties became heavy. When my grandmother felt too old to host us all, we started to do it just the three of us and it was fine like that... And then... as an introvert, big crowds tire me out quickly," you added with a small smile.

"I know, and I am eternally grateful to you for accompanying me to all my professional parties," Sinclair said with a smile even brighter than the garland he was diligently hanging on the wall.

"It's normal, I want to be with you. That's what good girlfriends do !"

Sinclair's smile widened even more. 

"Are you glad your parents are here for New Year's ?"

"Yes, they love you," you replied, handing him a thumbtack.

Your parents had met Sinclair shortly before you moved in with him, and your mother had told you that it might have taken you a while to decide, but at least you had chosen well. Your mother never made a mistake, and you had known she was the right one. As for your father, all it took was for Sinclair to start talking to him about sea fish for him to fall under her spell.

"I'm glad to spend this Christmas in a simpler way," Sinclair said in his deep voice as he stepped down from his stepladder.

"Really? I don't want you to change your ways for me."

"Not at all. It's you and you alone that I want to be with. This will be our first Christmas and I love this simplicity."

He kissed you tenderly before deepening the kiss. He lifted you up with ease and as your legs wrapped around his hips, he led you into the bedroom to share a tender moment under the sheets filled with caresses, tender kisses and sweet words whispered in your ear.

The following days, you began to create your own traditions. You walked in your favorite park on a sunny and dry but particularly cold afternoon at Sinclair wrapped you in his wool scarf when you started to shiver despite your own scarf and your wool coat lined with silk that he had given you for your birthday.

You had also spent an entire afternoon preparing gingerbread cookies and cupcakes with delicious and colorful decorations with Christmas music in the background and in the evening, to accompany your pastries, you had prepared a hot chocolate garnished with marshmallow.

There had been Christmas movie nights of course, but also board game nights and many reading nights during which you took turns reading your favorite novels, sometimes introducing the other to an author they would never have thought of reading before.

And slowly but surely, the days had passed until December 24th. Sinclair, who had worked all month, was finally enjoying a well-deserved day off. In the early morning, you had left him to enjoy a restful sleep and had gone to prepare his favorite breakfast: fried eggs with sausages, bacon and warm toast. You had also prepared a hot chocolate that you hoped would soothe his irritated throat and you had left a bar of honey-filled chocolate, your favorite.

You woke him up with a series of kisses on the back of his neck, but without you expecting it, Sinclair turned you over with a fluid movement and you found yourself pinned to the mattress, Sinclair pinning you before his solid body. 

His lips crushed gently on yours as one of his hands moved up the t-shirt - his t-shirt - that you had worn to sleep. His lips traveled down your throat and, in one movement, Sinclair removed your t-shirt to let his lips travel down your almost naked body.

"Tell me to stop," he whispered in your ear.

"Keep going," you told him as you buried your fingers in his dark blond hair.

His lips traveled down to the bottom of your stomach as his fingers played with the edge of your pajama pants. You lifted your hips slightly and he slid your pants and panties down your pale legs before throwing them to the floor.

You placed your cold hands underneath Sinclair’s shirt, making him shiver slightly but, far from turning him away, he continued to explore your body, his tongue gently caressing your clit.

“Sinclair, please,” you whispered as one of his fingers teased your entrance.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he continued to tease your clit, his eagle-beaked nose pressing just where it should have been to make you moan without giving you the release you craved.

Just as you were about to come, Sinclair stopped, chuckling softly when you let out a small frustrated groan. He then got rid of his boxers, and positioned himself at your entrance, his hard member teasing your soaking pussy, ready for him.

He gave you a tender look to make sure you were ready. A nod from you, and he was already slowly sinking into you, his slow and calculated thrusts sending shocks throughout your body.

"Faster," you said in a breath.

Sinclair didn't need to be asked twice, his movements intensified, but still with a certain reserve. His member was longer than average and even if since your first time you had shared several nights together, you remained inexperienced and you were still learning to recognize what you liked and didn't like while he guided you with patience and love.

"Sin... Sinclair," you stammered as you felt your orgasm building inside you.

"I love you, [Y/N]," Sinclair said breathlessly.

"I love you too," you replied, one of your hands gripping his hair and the other sliding down his back.

Sinclair picked up the pace a little more, his eyes closed as if he was trying to stay focused as your toes curled against the sheets and your nipples hardened with each new thrust from Sinclair.

"[Y/N], I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

Sinclair didn't have time to finish his sentence as his orgasm caused shockwaves into your vagina, triggering your own orgasm. Feeling your tight pussy contract against his cock, Sinclair let out a grunt of satisfaction, a primal grunt that made your own chest vibrate.

Sinclair kissed you one last time, then pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling that he quickly filled by holding you close to him.

"Thanks for breakfast," Sinclair whispered, making you laugh softly.

The rest of the day passed in relative calm. You were wearing casual clothes. You had nothing planned and no one was going to disturb your little cocoon of warmth and intimacy. In the living room, the tree was shining brightly, on the TV, "Die Hard" was distracting you and the cinnamon and orange scented candles added a pleasant touch. You were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, leaning against Sinclair's chest, who was totally absorbed in the movie, so much so that he had forgotten his bowl of popcorn.

Well sheltered, protected from the cold outside and the snow that had started to fall at the end of the morning, covering the garden and the windowsills with a white blanket, you felt good, safe in each other's arms. And for the first time in a long time, Sinclair felt serene.

After the movie, you headed to the kitchen. You had taken care of the main course: vegetarian lasagna, and Sinclair of the dessert, a surprise you knew nothing about. The smell of tomato sauce and grilled cheese perfumed the entire kitchen. Sinclair was busy preparing the table while you watched the lasagna. When you came back with the dishes, you saw Sinclair's effort to prepare a pretty festive table. He had laid out a pretty white tablecloth decorated with gold snowflakes. Candles provided an intimate atmosphere and in the background you could hear Wham!.

"I can't wait to taste your lasagna !" Sinclair exclaimed as he sat down at the table with an almost childish excitement.

You had done well to have planned two large dishes of lasagna. Sinclair had several helpings and he was already looking forward to knowing that there would be some more for the next day... or for the evening if he ever got a little hungry.

"Please, this is my first try so don't make fun of me if it's inedible," he said as he arrived with his dessert.

It was a Christmas Pudding that looked... unappealing. But you said nothing, waiting to taste it to give your opinion. If the visual aspect was not the most inviting, the taste was exquisite.

"You're too demanding of yourself, Sinclair. It's delicious," you said between bites.

Your sincerity, your happy and loving gaze, erased all his fears. With you, he didn't aim for perfection. All he wanted was to see that glow of pride, contentment and reassurance, mixed with the obvious love you had for him.

You shared a hot, foamy bath enhanced with lavender essential oil accompanied by champagne. You dozed gently against him as he told you how sparkling white wine had become champagne. He continued by telling you about Henry II and how his conquest of Gascony had allowed the introduction of viticulture in the United Kingdom while wrapping you in a thick bathrobe.

A few hours before Christmas, you settled back into the living room, both of you covered with a blanket. Sinclair was reading Emily Bronte's work out loud while you absently stroked his arm, wondering how you had managed to be so lucky, to have met such a man and for him to have let you into his life without knowing that Sinclair was asking himself the same question.

"A hot chocolate?" he asked suddenly, making you jump slightly.

You nodded and smiled gratefully. Except that when he came back, Sinclair was not only holding a steaming cup in his hand, but a small package that he handed to you with barely contained excitement.

You opened the velvet box under his watchful gaze. Inside, there was a gold mesh bracelet with several small pendants.

"Sinclair! This is too much!" you exclaimed, moved.

"Nothing is too much for you," Sinclair answered sincerely, taking the bracelet to put it on your wrist. "A book, because you were reading Sense and Sensibility the first time I had the courage to talk to you, a cup, for the milkshakes you drink every day, a car so that you have one of my passions with you, a clover so that you always have luck and a heart," he listed as he presented each pendant to you one by one.

"My heart," he added almost shyly, a rare occurrence for Sinclair.

You kissed him without hesitation and he hugged you.

"I'm a little ashamed to give you my gift now," you said with a little redness in your cheeks.

"I'm sure I'll love it !" Sinclair exclaimed excitedly.

You went to get it, hidden among your beauty products, and handed it to him a little shyly. You had spent weeks and weeks to finish it on time. It was only yesterday afternoon that you had finally managed to complete your work, albeit imperfect. 

You would have liked to give Sinclair something more beautiful, but he already had all the books in the world including first editions - not that you could have given him a first edition on your meager salary as a receptionist for a private school - and you had never seen him wear jewelry.

"[Y/N], it's beautiful," Sinclair said as he unwrapped a hand-knitted scarf.

You weren't really convinced, but nothing could have made you doubt his sincerity, especially when he wrapped it around his neck without hesitation.

"I know it's not much..." you started, but he interrupted you almost immediately.

"It's perfect ! Just what I needed to keep warm this winter."

And just like I will always protect your heart, Sinclair, you thought without daring to say it out loud.

He hugged you and you settled back on the couch. Sinclair turned on the TV just in time to see the beginning of Little Women, a movie he knew you loved. He absently played with the bracelet that hung around your wrist, smiling to himself. There, in the comfort of your home, in the warm caring embrace, he felt at peace.

Nothing mattered anymore. Past failures, loneliness, Natalie and Richard, nothing. Except you. You and the calm with which you surrounded his existence, soothing the demons of his past that had haunted him for so long, reminding him again and again of the burning pain of the humiliation he had felt.

As midnight struck, announcing Christmas, and the snow fell harder, Sinclair observed your peaceful face on which the glow of a candle danced. You had finally fallen asleep, totally abandoned in his arms, in full trust. His heart swelled with love. You had become, in a short time, the center of his universe, his source of joy, peace, love. 

You were his present and his future. You were his special treat.

[daaedoodles]

needed to draw enid with her new hair and scars immediately

[mothsaresc4ry]

The PE class of the Nevermore academy decided to take a fun trip to a ski resort

Yoko: *puts on her ski gear and looks down at herself* I look like that bibendum guy

Divina: Oh hush, you look good. Hey Eni-

Divina:

Divina: Addams. Where is your girlfriend?

Wednesday: She said that she wanted to go ahead and see if it was safe for us to go down

Yoko: how nice of h-

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

Yoko: WHAT WAS THAT-

Wednesday: 😍 my beautiful wolf

Enid at high speed:

[brenshor]

Enid: I just...

Enid: I never noticed how black your eyes were.

Wednesday: They were replaced by my father as a method of torture....

Enid:

Enid: Well he chose a pretty set.

[leodraws3]

caption this like werewolf memes GO GO

[s0u1k33p3r]

just some sinclair doodles! i was gonna wait to post these till i drew him more but it’s wtvr..

includes schools doodles!

[sxphr]

Wednesday: I am NOT wearing that.

Yoko: Come on Wednesday.

Wednesday: No.

Enid, pulling puppy eyes: Pretty please.

Wednesday:

Wednesday: Fine. Just stop pulling that face.

[sfwsnace]

Enid getting really really excited for the “big game” today…. but it’s just the Puppy Bowl

[celticwolf55]

Puppy Emalie transforming off and on very young, and having the typical problems associated with a young puppy.

You can read the story here

[liquidsnace]

🔞🔞🔞Wenclair🔞🔞🔞

[reginas-toy]

Purpose chapters 1 & 2

Warnings: Usual affair that comes with smut, also piss kink and petplay

dividers byanitalenia

✿Chapter 3

Enid, you dumb lesbian

Enid was so clearly staring at Wednesday again. While Wednesday didn’t particularly mind it, she decided that this time she’d bring attention to it to mess with her roommate.

‘Hey Sinclair, what are you staring at?’

Enid got out of her trance, started getting red as a tomato and planted her head firmly in her pillow in very quick succession.

‘I’m sorrrryyy Willa, I… just… well.. You see…I’m..’

‘Yes, quite.’

‘You know?’

‘Yes’

‘How… wot…’

‘Well to be honest, it was kind of obvious, the sweater, the staring’

‘I’m sorry.. Won’t… uh happen again I swear’

‘Oh why so Sinclair? I was starting to enjoy it’

‘Just please forgive… WHAT… You?’

‘Yes. Me’

‘Who is it? Bianca or…’

‘You know sometimes you’re just a stupid, useless lesbian’ Wednesday said lifting Enid’s head up and kissing her

‘Oh?’ Enid gasped in amusement

‘Yes, Cara mia, I’m afraid so’ Wednesday saw a mix of both excitement and love fill Enid's eyes.

‘EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Wennie this is… just the best day everrrrrrrrrrrr’

‘I’m glad you think so, just don’t cream your panties too much about it’

‘sorry, I've just never had anyone like me back… well at least who I’d loved’

‘Well then come here, Sinclair’ Wednesday said spreading her arms

‘WTFFFFFFFFFFF, since when are you so warm and supportive?’ Said Enid as she jumped in the Goth’s arms.

‘Well you know you’re someone special to me and I haven’t had a person like that in my whole life and I didn’t know how to express it at first…’

‘BOOBBBSS’ Enid said staring at Wednesday’s chest

‘ENID SINCLAIR, just because you’re a cute lesbian doesn’t mean you can get away with this’

‘Oh can’t I?’ Enid questioned as she grabbed Wednesday’s breasts. Both of them burst out in laughter. That was new, Wednesday wasn’t one to laugh.

‘I guess you can then,I could never’

‘Hmmm? Are you sure about that, I would’ve thought hot lesbians can get away with more’

‘Hot ei? Well then let's see what I can get away with, shall we?’ Wednesday asked as she slithered her hand down Enid's pants and felt her wet panties

‘Awww wet for me already? Good girl’ Enid panted in pleasure but not wanting to give up her dominance she did her best to concentrate. As she did she unbuttoned Wednesday’s jeans and put her own hand on the goth’s black lace panties which were wet too

‘I guess I’m not the only one.’

‘Guess not," Wednesday said, brushing her fingers against Enid's pussy.

‘I want to see your body wennie.’

And with that they helped each other to take off all their clothes as they were left completely naked.

Enid got on top of Wednesday her hand at wednesday’s wet cunt, and with one thrust her fingers were deep in the goth girl, it was Enid’s turn to get her revenge. She made sure her beloved would feel every thrust of her fingers and seeing wednesday so vulnerable made her even wetter. Enid expected a fight, but she didn’t get one. Instead she found that Willa was moaning like there’s no tomorrow, grinding her cute wet pussy into Enid’s fingers. Since when was Willa so… needy.

‘Oh.. oh yess please Enid please…’

and with that the goth’s cum came right on Enid’s fingers. Enid made sure that Wednesday saw her lick off all the cum off her hand. But now it was Wednesday’s turn to dominate Enid’s shit.

‘Puppy, lay on your back for mommy.’ Wednesday said assertively

*PUPPY?* That really turned Enid on and being a submissive queer bottom, she couldn’t not fulfil the command of her mommy and so Enid was laying butt naked on a bed, in front of Wednesday mf Addams who, she might've added was also butt naked and about to go down on her. Obviously Enid knew that Wednesday was hot but seeing her like this, at her most vulnerable and needy, knowing that Wednesday of all people actually loves her made Wednesday look so much hotter. Willa’s exposed tits and cunt along with curvy figure didn’t hurt either. To be honest, at that moment Enid wanted sooo much. She wanted Wednesday to always be like she was moments ago begging for Enid’s fingers. She wanted to make Willa her slut, but at the same time she wanted Willa to make her her slut, to leash her, to choke her amongst other things. But before she could think more profound naughty thoughts she was interrupted by Wednesday forcing her knees apart and sticking her tongue deep in Enid’s pussy.

‘Oh, oh ,oh yess, just like that please Wednesday’ Enid couldn’t stop herself from moaning

‘Don’t cum just yet dear, you’ll cum only when I say so okay?’

‘Mmmmm’ Enid made a kind of disappointed face, inside though she wanted nothing more than to please HER Wednesday, to be a good gf and more pressingly at the moment a good little whore for her mommy. Every worry drowned out, the only thing that mattered to her at that moment was the immense pleasure she was experiencing and Willa’s approval. Meanwhile Wednesday worked away at Enid’s cunt, feeling the girl tense up.

‘Does my little puppy want to cum?’

‘Mmmmmm’ Enid moaned

‘Use your words, slut’

‘YES PLEASE… please…

yes… I wanna.. I wanna’

‘Not yet, la mia bella troia just a little longer'

but Enid was already in full on ecstasy, shuddering hard.

Willa's expression changed from that of being pleased to one less satisfied. Wednesday spoke

'you know what you did?'

'yes...I'm..I'm'

'And you know mommy can't let you get away with it?'

'yes mommy...'

Before anything more extreme that was about to come Wednesday tasted Enid’s sweet vanilla cum. It was the best thing she had ever tasted. And now she wanted more. So while Enid was recovering Wednesday licked up every single drop of the vanilla cum she could, she felt herself getting obsessed with it. But she forced herself to stick to her word.

'puppy, come here' she motioned to enid to lay across her knees. Enid, being the good slut she is for Willa, did just that.

the anticipation was killing her. but soon after she felt Wednesday's hand hit her butt. she winced a little. another smack. She felt her vision blurring. And another. Now the tears were running down in streams while her pretty butt ached terribly and was as red as a rose.

Wednesday positioned the now tearful Enid so she could see her face. Willa wiped off the tears and kissed Enid

'its alright puppy, I'm sorry, I got too away with playing with you. Are you okay?'

Enid nodded 'yes mommy I just... I just wasn't used to this feeling. but... but now I'm alright... I even kind of liked it?'

'what a bad girl you are ms. Sinclair. we'll see just how far you go yet'

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As Enid woke up she found herself in bed, Wednesday wrapped in her arms, both of them laying in their own filth.

‘Well not too bad for a first date’ Enid smiled kissing Wednesday’s forehead

‘Not too bad at all. Your mine aren’t you?’

‘After THAT? Of course I am, dummy. We should do this more often.’

‘Oh don’t worry puppy, I have plans for you yet and I’m going to make you pay for the curse you’ve put on my heart but for now, Amore mio,let’s rest’

‘alright’ Enid said she couldn’t believe it, she just got banged by Willa the person well known for her lack of interest with physicality, AND even better yet now the werewolf was owned by the goth, and she could do nothing but obey. That was her whole purpose to serve the ravenette. And maybe get some cuddles along the way

'on your knees pup' the cold voice commanded. And Enid followed. Her senses wouldn't allow any differently. Yet it was still weird to her, good weird, but still. She thought she had Wednesday figured out. On that assumption she was wrong. Evidently so, cause at this moment she was kneeling Infront of Wednesday, desperate, sooo wet from the naked girl before her. Just as she was about to feast on Wednesdays' cunt she was stopped.

'Patience, pup, patience.'

Enid whined.

'i know puppy, I know, but sometimes you have to earn your reward.'

Enid looked up, confused but also interested in this challenge.

'come here, mi amor, I have something for you' Enid listened and approached. In front of her was a collar

'so that everyone knows you're mine, okay darling?'

Enid nodded

'But for now I have something else involving this. Put it on, okay?' As Enid put it on she saw that Wednesday herself was busy attaching something to her hips. As soon as Willa turned around Enid saw it- a huge purple strap, nothing like she'd ever seen before.

'Now, ass up pup' they'd been training for only a few days but Enid had already mastered that command perfectly. Her wetness grew, she was in Willa's hands 100%.

Then she felt it, the large dildo was slowly making its way up her ass slowly at first, but speeding up more and more

'YES, YES PLS WILLA OH MY GOD PLS ISJSN AH AH AH' Enid was almost screaming at this point

'mmmmm how I love hearing that, cara mia, but just hold out a lil longer okay pup?'

'yesyesyesyesyesyes' Enid was just a mess of a being at the moment and words came hard for her.

After a minute or so of more strap-tastic fun Enid was a mess, she was going crazy, the love of her life, the strap in her, the euphoria of an orgasm OMG.

But Wednesday wasn't done, oh nooo, she took Enid's favourite toy and threw it on the ground. She could get used to domming Enid like this.

'Now my pretty bitch, grind that pathetic cunt of yours on your favourite toy' Enid once again obliged. Her ass still missing the strap, her pussy having just cum sooo sensitive made it even more difficult to focus on grinding. Wednesday wasn't one to just watch either. She remembered a talk they had previously about some deeper kinks, oh Enid was gonna enjoy this.

Enid was moaning, looking down at the ground trying to focus. Not for long however as Willa took the leash and forced the pup's head to look up at her.

'now, my pretty little slut I'm going to do something just for you, as I know that your whore ass loves being pissed ALL over, isn't that right darling'

OH MY GOD, Willa's words made Enid shiver with anticipation. This might just send her over the edge.

'woof woof' Enid couldn't hold back the primal instinct

'Words please mutt'

'Yes mommy,p....pl...please' And with that a golden stream hit Enid's face. Going down her body it felt heavenly so warm and salty, under normal circumstances perhaps neither of them would even consider this hot, but it was at the moment, as well as majorly pleasurable for both parties. For Wednesday it was double, firstly a purely biological euphoria of letting go and secondly that of seeing her pup allll soaked and begging for more, dependant on her. As the stream slowed down and Enid came again she looked up at Wednesday who just nodded. Enid then rushed to Wednesday's cunt, licking all the left over piss away.

[evans23]

Always and forever

Pairing : Sinclair x Reader OC

Summary : You’re sick and Sinclair takes care of you.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : fluffy puppy Sinclair ❤️

A/N: Hello dear 😁 Hope you will enjoy the best boyfriend a girl could wish for ! No time to proofread but don't hesitate to point out any too obvious mistake.

Also read on AO3

You had begun to cough yesterday afternoon but you were so sure it was nothing. You helped your colleagues to reorganise the library of the school where you worked. You thought it was probably all the dust you had inhaled but this morning your throat was aching, your head was pounding, your eyes were swollen and you were cold. Atrociously cold. You turned over, spreading your arm in the hope of hugging your husband but all your hand met was the mattress sheet.

You whined, disappointed to not find some relief in his arms before realising that if Sinclair wasn’t near you anymore, then you had better wake up and rush or you’d be late for work.

You jumped off the bed and walked briskly to the bathroom where you could hear the shower running down. Sinclair was still doing his morning routine, so you weren’t as late as you thought. 

He smiled at you Wilde going out of the shower, wrapping himself in a plushy towel. You tried to smile back to him but you lamentably failed, your eyes fighting against your strong will to keep them open.

“I forgot to set off my alarm,” you said with a hoarse voice. “And you didn’t wake me up,” you added with a cute pout on your lips.

Sinclair chuckled at your theatric acting. He leant on and his lips brushed your forehead. Normally, you woke up together, and took a morning shower together, when you were ahead of your time you indulged yourselves with a quickie in the shower, and then you wandered about your feminine routine which consisted of doing your hair, moisturised your face and put a good amount of sunscreen on your fragile face. No makeup, not since Sinclair told you how beautiful you were with your bare face and that beautiful face of yours.

During this long preparation time, Sinclair ate his breakfast and then he drove you to your work, even though you had already told him it didn’t bother you to take the tube, he definitely couldn’t let you be in the midst of the hot and stinky train when he could drive you there as the school where you were an English teacher was only at 15 minutes from his workplace. As you finished working around 4.30 in the afternoon, you walked every day to his place and waited for him either at the little cafe in front of his building or, when you knew he didn’t have any meetings, you went up to his office where you read or did your teacher stuff while he was working. 

Sometimes, he couldn’t finish work as usual and you had to wait until late in the early evening to go home with him but you didn’t mind. You knew how much he liked having you around him and Su Ying, your housekeeper but also your friend now as you were so fond of each other and often went on a spree shopping together was taking care of your dog, the one you had before meeting Sinclair and who has immediately been accepted by the man when you move in with him years ago, and most important, when you came back home late, she made sure the dinner was prepared for both of you and easy to reheat if needed. Not that you were into food so much, you had a petite appetite but Sinclair was really into his food.

Yet, today the mere idea of eating made you want to bring up the bile in your stomach.

“Honey, you’ve been coughing and snoring all night. I called in sick your boss and he wishes you a quick recovery.”

“I don’t snore,” you said, gently hitting his arm, ignoring momentarily his thoughtfulness.

He knew you all too well. If he hadn’t called your boss to tell him how sick you were, you would have gone to work, bravely, oblivious that your symptoms would only get worse the day after. 

“ Yes honey, when your nose is stuffed, you snore,” he chuckled, rubbing your cold arms. “And now please, indulge your thoughtful husband and go back to bed. I will bring you a cup of tea and some medications before leaving the house.”

He didn’t have to ask you twice, you came back to bed, smiling when you saw your dog had taken Sinclair place in the bed, not that your husband would mind it. He loved the dog and enjoyed the happiness your four paws friend had brought into the house.

He had such a hard time after his divorce. Not that the fiendish woman had made the divorce difficult, she knew all too well her action could send her to jail if Sinclair revealed the truth behind the divorce to his solicitor, but it had let him totally distraught. He was in his mid thirties at this time and all the future he had imagined with Natalie had been turned off. Yet, the worst for him was the culpability he felt for not having noticed signs of Natalie's unhappiness.

At the time, he also was afraid to be alone his whole life. He met you at almost 40 while you were 31 and what he didn’t know at this point in your relationship was that you felt exactly the same as him. Since the beginning of your story, you had told him multiple times that it wasn’t his fault if his stupid ex-wife was unable to talk with him about any of her troubles. Sinclair loved that about you, you were easy to talk with, and a good listener to with he could always confess everything as his secrets were yours and you never judged him for anything. He thought Natalie was his soulmate at the time but he realised how wrong he was after her affair and even more after meeting you. You came with your own failures and insecurities but together you came across everything, becoming stronger as your love for each other made your soul merge as only one. 

He came back to you with a cup of tea and a slice of fried bread with some avocado on it and medication for your throat and cough.

“Sorry honey, we don’t have anything for your nose but I’ll get you some stuff from the chemistry after work. And yes, I know you don’t eat breakfast but please, just this once, for me, eat something, it’ll do well to your throat and you need strength to get quickly over it.”

You were going to protest but his hopeful eyes and the pride on his features for taking care of you make you relinquish. 

“Thank you Sinclair. You are a really good husband.”

“Of course I am,” he answered playfully, watching you take a bite of your toast with a sense of relief as you weren’t a too difficult patient.

“I brought you water too, don’t forget you have to stay hydrated, even more when sick and it will alleviate the aching of your throat and your head. Oh, and I asked Su Ying to make you some soup for lunch. I know you’re not hungry when sick but please, make an effort and try to eat a bit. If not for you, for me, honey,” he said while looking at you with adoration.

“I will. You’re going to be late Sinclair.”

“Yes, you’re right. If you need anything call my direct line and Su Yong is there until 4 but I will come back on time today.”

“Don’t worry Sinclair, it’s just a cold, I’ll be fine very soon.”

“I know, I know, but I don’t like seeing you so sick.”

“And I don’t like you telling me I snore. Please, keep that kind of information for you, I like to believe I’m a real lady,” you teased before a violent coughing fit made you shrink in the bed.

“Here, here,” said Sinclair, holding out a glass of water for you. 

You thank him with a nod, sipping the water while he ran his hand across your hair.

“Sleep now honey, you need it. And I swear to never reveal you snore when sick,” he added playfully.

He kissed you goodbye and you let out a contented sigh, acknowledging your chance to have such a kind and thoughtful husband. You were so lucky when you met him by chance, not knowing that the rambling man who gave you information about everything and anything in less than 20 minutes would become your husband and best friend for the rest of your life. 

You woke up at the sound of Su Ying footsteps when she brought you the soup recommended by Sinclair. You did your best to drink it, knowing that Sinclair was educated and wise enough to give the best advice to make you feel better. You then drifted away again, only waking up at the sound of Sinclair’s car getting parked in the front yard, noticing he was home earlier than usual. You were sure he had brought some of his work with him to carry it out during the weekend while he would watch over you. 

You felt so much exhausted that you didn’t have the courage to go down and welcome him. You nodded on and off several times before he came to your shared bedroom to check on you. 

“Feel better honey ?" he asked genuinely worried for you.

You didn't know how pale you looked but you were clearly unwell and Sinclair was relieved to know the next day was your day off and then you will have the whole week-end to recover.

"Not really," you muttered.

"I should call the doctor."

"No, it will be…" you didn't finish your sentence as Sinclair cut you off.

"I will call the doctor and bring you another cup of tea and I've some medication for your nose too," said Sinclair firmly.

You didn't protest, you hadn't the force to do so anyway. You dozed on and off while Sinclair had a shower. You did your best to drink your tea, which alleviated a bit of your aching throat and after the physician's departure, you fell fast asleep again. You woke up by hearing your name being whispered by your husband. You open a weary eye, feeling the back of his hand against your forehead. 

"I think you have a little fever. I will run you a bath. Do you know how good is it to take a hot bath when sick ? It will help to bring down your slight fever and I am sure after that you'll feel better."

He continued rambling about all the benefits a bath could have with a sicker while you listened absentmindedly to him. When the bath was ready, he came back to help you walk to the bathroom.

"Do you want me to go away ?" he asked, eager to give you intimacy if you needed it.

"No, stay. I don't want to be alone,' you said, sinking into the steaming bath, revelling when the water has relaxed your muscles, muscles you didn't know were so strained. 

Sinclair smiled fondly, his heart swelling with affection as you took his hand. He liked how childlike you could be when sick, more clingy than usual, desperate at the mere idea of being alone while unwell. When you came out from the now lukewarm water, he wrapped you in a thick towel and dried off your long hair.

"We don't need you to be more sick," he said while fighting with the dryer cable. 

He gave you another pyjama, your previous one was wet with sweat and he ordered you to come back to bed. You didn't need to be told twice, you were too tired to even remember your own name. 

"Honey, time to eat," he announced cheerfully. 

You weren't really asleep or awake. You were in this in-between where your brain was fighting the sleep but at the same time, you weren't really conscious. 

"I'm not hungry," you groaned.

"I know, but you have medication to take and you can't do that with an empty stomach," he answered with a chuckle.

"I already ate this morning. Solely to please you," you answered back, your voice groggy. 

"Please [Y/N], just a slice of bread," he insisted, sitting down beside you with a trail that had his own food on it. 

You sighed, annoyed, even though you knew he was right and his insistence was just the proof of his concern and thoughtfulness towards you and inwardly, you felt lucky to have such a man at your side. 

"I'm not sure my stomach will keep it," you muttered, leaning up against the headboard, your head poring over his shoulder.

"Try anyway. You'll feel better after eating something more consistent than just some soup."

He started explaining to you why eating, even though sick, was important and yet again, you did as he said, knowing perfectly how right he was. 

"Good girl," he praised you with a smile.

He knew how you hated being in such a weak position but he was trying his best to make you feel better and to let you feel taken care of. 

"Do you want to watch some TV ? Or do you want me to read for you ?" he asked as you snuggled into him, finding solace in his arms. 

"Either," you answered, "choose what you prefer, anyway I'll probably fall asleep no matter what your choice is."

"Then I think I'll read a bit."

He grabbed his book, smiling when you asked him to read out loud for you. After ending up two chapters, he looked down at you to see you were still awake.

"Do you need anything ? Water ? Painkiller for your head ? Do you want me to turn off the light and stop talking ?"

"No, all I want is to be in your arms."

He held you tighter against him, kissing the top of your head.

"Continue reading Sinclair, please,” you asked gently, closing your eyes.

He continued for another hour, even though you had fallen asleep after ten minutes. He bookmarked the page he had arrived at, looking at you with a surge of love and affection, thinking how lucky he was to have you in his life. After Natalie, he thought he could never be happy again but you had proved him to be wrong. 

"I love you," he whispered, kissing your forehead and making sure the duvet covered you well.

"I love you too," you answered quietly.

Sinclair's smile widened. Yes, he was definitely lucky to have such a wonderful woman in his life, his arms, his bed. He couldn't be thankful enough to have the chance to call you his wife. 

Then, his smile transformed into a silent laugh as you began to snore slightly. Yes, you were definitely screwed up for the weekend and maybe even next week as the doctor was quite sure you wouldn't have recovered for Monday. 

But eventually, you'll get over it and he'll be taking care of you until you are better and even after that. Because you were his everything as he was yours and for you, he would do anything. Because before you he was incomplete but now, your two souls were one, always and forever. 

[jonbongiovi]

*Pip and Vada argue for an unknown reason*

Pip: *he approaches her slightly* Oh come on Vada...

Vada: *walks away* stay away from me Amobi.

Pip: *sighs* Vada....and anyway it's Fi-

Vada: *he closes his eyes, huffing, and then looks her in the eyes* yes I know it's Fitz fucking Amobi.

Wednesday: *gasps and covers Enid's ears, Looking at the two with a threatening look* you two! Don't say these words.

Vada: *Roll your eyes* Oh come on, it's just a swear word..

Pip: *Whisper to Vada* I would avoid...

Wednesday: *He continues to look at Vada with a threatening look and then move on to Pip* if you really have to continue with your tantrums, get away from here, and above all away from this furball puppy.

Vada: *looks at Wednesday with an incredulous look and whispers* are we kidding?....

Pip: *Try as hard as you can not to laugh*

Enid: *He looks at the three with a confused look the whole time*

[junewashere]

gulp…uhm wenclair fic i’ve been brewing…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66112978

[brenshor]

Wednesday: Cheese?

Enid:

Enid: I know there's a pill in that cheese, I'm not a moron.

Wednesday: You want to take the pill without the cheese?

Enid: *growls but eats the cheese*

[twicetheheartx2]

Found out that yesterday was the first anniversary of Wenclair Wednesday, so I figured I’d post this. It was supposed to be for Halloween but I couldn’t finish it in time. Better late than never, I guess.