#skipping out to go make the chosen baby

[astonmartinii]

was wondering if you could do a smau or just a normal fic where oscar or lando are with an f1 academy driver!reader where maybe outside of racing reader is slightly alternative/rockstar gf vibes

hope you have a good day!

i am the rockstar, girlfriend | oscar piastri social media au

pairing: oscar piastri x f1academy!reader

yourusername

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yourusername: you get the best of both worlds

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user1: enough is enough i need to be her

user2: someone get that kitty cat some ear protectors

yourusername: i found cumberland sausage in a bush by an airfield baby has ear drums of literal steel

user3: i wish i was a kitten who gets to go racing and live the rockstar life

racerbia: tell cumberland i love her

yourusername: so what about me ???

racerbia: i guess i love you too

yourusername: that's what i thought

user4: miss ma'am lowkey MADE it tell me why she has olivia rodrigo in her likes

user5: the girlies been using y/n as a pinterest board

oscarpiastri: who's the cutie

yourusername: oh oscar i'm blushing ... 😊

oscarpiastri: i meant cumberland sausage

yourusername: blocked.

oscarpiastri: i'm in your walls.

user6: i'm sorry but what the fuck is going on in here

user7: i'm just going to sit back and observe

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vogue: this month's cover of british vogue is up and coming f1 academy driver y/n y/ln who doesn't let her day job as a driver stop her from embracing her chosen aesthetic in every other aspect of her life. inside y/n touches upon her struggles as a woman in the industry, inspiring others and her scene-stealing cat, cumberland sausage.

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user8: mama on the cover of vogue ???

user9: okay i don't have a clue what the f1 academy is but i may have to tune in now

yourusername: thank yew for having me 🥰

user10: i guess we can't gatekeep her anymore

user11: gatekeep? girl she had like 700k followers before this

racerbia: oh so my bestie FAMOUS famous

yourusername: don't worry i'll never forget you

racerbia: i should hope not you still don't have your road license and who gives you lifts?

yourusername: i love youuuuuuuu

user12: so not to make it about a man, but oscar always be in the comments/interacting with posts from/about y/n

user13: rocks for brains

user14: tbf they'd be cute

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oscarpiastri: can't keep me away from the racing, i spent my spare weekend in barcelona with the f1 academy. oh i guess i bumped into y/n (most importantly, cumberland sausage)

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user15: so ... did anyone else know they were friends?

user16: i went dumpster-diving to find out and they're very lowkey but they've known each other a long time but because of racing in different series they've mostly had an online friendship

user15: interesting

yourusername: always nice to see you osc, and cumberland says thank you for her dreamies

oscarpiastri: she's always the highlight of our visits

yourusername: stop playing hard to get

oscarpiastri: you know i'm always easy for you

user16: @yourusername you know we can all see this, right?

yourusername: i know that's half the fun

user17: god this comment section fried my brain

landonorris: so THIS is where you were this weekend

oscarpiastri: yes, i told you this

landonorris: nooooo, you skipped my bbq because you were visiting "someone special"

oscarpiastri: yes, cumberland sausage

landonorris: i'm on to you, piastri 🤨

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f1academy: OH WOW !! y/n y/ln sets a record this weekend in monza by leading all practices, grabbing pole for all three races, leading all laps and winning all three races - the first ever f1 academy grand chelem

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user18: okay but like what more does she need to do to get to f2?

user19: i was there and lord this is DOMINATION

racerbia: that's MY teammate

yourusername: i love youuuuuu

user20: now this is a slay

oscarpiastri: wowowowowowowo

yourusername: do i make you speechless?

oscarpiastri: you know it

user21: these bitches are just teasing us now.

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yourusername: happy birthday cumberland sausage, my pretty girl, mummy and daddy love you xxx

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user22: MUMMY AND DADDY?

user23: so we're all idiots?

racerbia: i thought you guys agreed on a soft launch?

yourusername: too much effort, cumberland's birthday is now

racerbia: your mind confuses me so much

user24: i'm new here someone PLEASE tell me how this cat ended up with the name cumberland sausage

yourusername: when i rescued her the only food i had in my flat was a pack of sausages and it just stuck

oscarpiastri: does this make you a milf?

yourusername: and you a dilf?

landonorris: who are you and what have you done with my teammate?

oscarpiastri: are you just annoyed you found out the same time as everyone else?

landonorris: .... no

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oscarpiastri: best weekend, with the best of company

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user25: mama y papa

user26: obsessed with y/n's need to bring her cat with her everywhere, she's just like me

yourusername: so proud of you osc

oscarpiastri: maybe it's because i had a good luck charm in my garage

yourusername: that's cute, but for real you're just TALENTED AS FUCK AND DESERVE EVERYTHING

user27: loving y/n's brand of aggressive positive reinforcement

mclaren: turns out we ARE a cat friendly garage

yourusername: that you are, and your catering is very good 10/10 experience would do again

oscarpiastri: extra points for letting cumberland sleep on a tyre blanket

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yourusername: living the dream

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user28: that should be me 😭

user29: god i have seen what you have done for others

oscarpiastri: i dream of you often

landonorris: i beg you stop being horny on main

oscarpiastri: you made it weird mate i'm just professing my love for my girlfriend

yourusername: awwww love you too baby

user30: the way oscar is lowkey bringing in y/n's aesthetic

yourusername: i love this thought but really he'd just came for a last min visit and that is my shirt 😭

oscarpiastri: don't expose me like that

user31: now that's MY f1 IT couple

[ajortga]

she's different

pairing: jenna ortega x fem reader

based off request! it was late here, but wanted to post this for you, trying to work on another request and once that's done i'll take other ones, requests are currently closed, but check my masterlist and i'll open it soon once i finish! i found this so so funny, i hope this met your thoughts.

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jenna ortega x fem!r request pls

where aliyah asks jenna for food/ to buy her food in the middle of the night cus shes hungry and jenna says no. But when r asks jenna for food in the middle of the night jenna immediately orders r food leaving aliyah bewildered

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Jenna had her headphones on, it was almost 1AM in her household, but Jenna had insomnia at a young age, so it was normal for her.

She was reading a book while everyone was asleep since she was visiting, you had gotten it for her and the first two pages in, she was infested.

Half-way done meant that her nose was sticking through it almost every second they saw her.

They’d call her name? No response, they would have to physically fight the book out of her hand till she noticed.

She was frantically reading, retaining every piece of info from the book as it got closer to the answer of the plot twist.

Honestly, her whole family found it amusing when Jenna found a book that she enjoyed. She would seriously skip lunch and stay up till sunrise to finish the book.

The pages flipped and flopped, it was a bit hectic, at this point her page flipping was a portable fan.

Then, someone opened the door, making a small squeak from the opening, pulling the bed sheets off of Jenna.

Her sister Aliyah closed the door, sitting down on her bed, “Thank lord you're awake. Finally that book came to some good use.”

Jenna almost groaned as Aliyah snatched the book from her, pulling the blanket back on top of her. “Aliyah! Oh my god I was so close to figuring out who-”

“Tell me later, right now, I’m having the strongest feeling in my entire life, I never ever felt this way before. It’s like-”

Jenna took a nearby pillow and threw it on Aliyah’s head, “Oh my god! Just tell me and let’s get this over with! You just took my book right before the best part! Give me that back!” 

“I need you to get me food. I’m witnessing the most atrocious food craving.. Hear me out, french fries. Not just any french fries, they have to be curly, with that animal style sauce. It’s simple.” Aliyah points to the smaller brunette, “You’re awake,” then points to herself, “And I’m broke, what does that make? Annual midnight cravings. Come on! Please!”

Jenna was annoyed, did her sister just take her most precious treasure, for fries? Hell no. Maybe in the morning, but she would not be driving out in the dark for some fries.

“Give me my book!” She hissed, trying to grab the book from Aliyah’s stretching hand.

“Then GET me my fries!”

“It’s 1AM! I’m not getting you any fries, ask like.. Markus to give it to you in the afternoon.”

“If I wanted it in the afternoon I would’ve! But I’m hungry! I won’t give you your book if you won’t get me my fries!”

At this point the two were rolling on the bed.

“Jenna, remember I gave you 10 dollars to buy food! This is you paying me back!”

“You never gave me 10 dollars for food! What are you talking about?” Jenna said as sharply, but quietly as she could.

“You bought 2 packs of kiwi candy, raspberries, and the worst ramen brand you could have chosen!”

“That was what the fuck? That was 3 years ago! And I didn't know that they were full on gluten free!”

The bed was shaking as Jenna tried getting the book out of Aliyah’s hand, it was so loud but so quiet at the same time.

A small squeak was heard, your eyes peeking through the door.

You came in, rubbing your eyes, making your girlfriend and her sister freeze and stare at you.

You looked at them for a moment, opening your eyes in confusion, “What?” You mumbled, not aware of what was going on.

Jenna stopped attacking Aliyah immediately as she walked over to you, cupping your tired pink cheeks, “Baby, it’s 1:24AM in the morning? Why are you awake?” Jenna whispered softly.

You were tired, Jenna’s focus was on you, and you can make out Aliyah’s figure searching their shared room for Jenna’s wallet around the room, searching in drawers, murmuring how goo goo ga ga Jenna was over you as soon as she sees you.

You yawned, leaning into her embrace, “I woke up and I didn’t feel you next to me, then I heard your voice and the wall practically fluttering. Also I woke up with a really nice craving, curly fries with animal style sauce, oh and some nice peach tea from that one super market we always go to! Oh, oh! Also those watermelon sour patch kids!” 

Your voice was so silly and drowsy when you were half awake.

Aliyah snapped her head towards you, “Curly fries?”

Before anything could even move, Jenna was gone and came back 5 seconds later with everything you wanted. She shushed you and sat you down on her bed as she brought you everything you wanted, kissing your forehead as you rubbed your eyes.

Aliyah’s mouth was hung open as she stared at her sister, “Oh. I see how it is, so your girlfriend gets any food she wants at any time. But your amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, sweet sister can’t get her fries? I’m hungry!”

Jenna wasn’t listening, feeding you fries as she patted your hair and stroked it, treating you like a princess. 

“I still have your book!”

“You can keep that for now,” she murmured, turning to you as she coaxed you with kisses on your head, “You can eat and tell me if you need anything more.”

“This isn’t fair!” Aliyah cried.

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Of course, you gave Aliyah basically all the fries after eating like, 9 because we love her and she is so patootie. She was crunching them as she watched Jenna cuddle you to sleep, rolling her eyes and munching on them.

"You're lucky you had curly fries." Aliyah scoffed playfully, snapping a photo of you two and turning off the lights as she left the room, the small munches of her fries being heard.

[patriwoso]

Angel Down • Alexia Putellas

Alexia’s daughter performs her first nativity but has an accident on the stage.

Christmas was all new and exciting.

Now you had turned 3, you understood the excitement of santa claus and the presents and yummy food.

You were even getting the first experience of a nativity play.

Mami had signed the form for kindergarten to allow you to participate in the christmas show, and you’d been given the role to be an angel.

For weeks at mami’s training, you’d been telling everyone you were going to be the angel. The excitement grew and grew until the day finally came.

Mami had booked 6 tickets for all your supporters. Herself, Mama Jenni, Tía Mapi, Tía Ingrid and Eli and Alba.

Abuela Eli wanted to treat you to special dinner before your big star role of the show, so Mami made sure to get you ready a few hours earlier to meet your family in the restaurant.

Mama Jenni helped you to put on your shoes and held your hand as you left the apartment.

“Are you excited to be an angel?” She smiled, swinging your arm back and forth as you skipped down the pavement.

“Sí!” You grinned, getting all excited. “I be the best angel in the whole world!”

Jenni scooped you up and kissed you on the cheek. “You are the best angel in the world already.”

“Love you mama”

“I love you too, very much.”

The restaurant Abuela Eli had chosen for you was in the centre of Barcelona, not far to walk.

Mami helped you with the reading and you chose a pasta dish on the children’s menu.

“This comes with ice cream for desert too baby.” Mami tells you.

The sound of that is enough to make excitement burst out of you.

“ICE CREAM!!” You shout, quickly getting quietened down.

“Sshhh, inside voices.” Mami reminded you.

“Lo siento.”

When you pasta arrives, Jenni helps you eat it.

You have the grasp of holding your own fork but sometimes it’s still a struggle.

“Yummy?” She asks, chuckling but when you eat fast she reminds you to take it easy. “Slow down a little.”

Wrapping you hand around hers you help to stab the fork into the pasta and eat it.

“Good girl, bebita. You’re doing so well!”

“I’m a big girl!” You tell her.

“You are, that’s right. Do you still want ice cream?”

“Sí, sí sí sí sí” You nod.

Mami Alexia finishes her meal then helps you to get the last few pieces of pasta onto your fork, letting Jenni eat her own food.

“When I be an angel, Mami. You watch me?” You ask, trying to understand what happens.

“Sí, you will be the angel with all your friends in the nativity and Mami, Mama, Abuela Eli and Tía Alba sit and watch. Tía Mapi and Tía Ingrid are coming too.” She tells you.

“Lots of people watch?” You ask, starting to feel a funny feeling in your tummy.

“Sí, all the mami’s and papi’s.”

“I get scared?”

“No! No, princesa. You’ll be ok! You dress up in your angel dress and be the best angel ever! You won’t get scared.” She promises, holding your hand and stroking the back of it with her thumb.

“Ok”

When you arrive at kindergarten, Mami gives you over to your teacher and she leaves to go and find Mama Jenni, Alba, Eli and Mapi and Ingrid.

They take their seats in the hall and Mami sits beside Mama Jenni, and Alba. Eli on Alba’s other side and Mapi and Ingrid on Jenni’s left.

Alexia takes out her phone to take a photo of you when you walk on stage. The group of women adoring your cuteness. The small dress was a little baggy and the angel wins were twice the size of you but nonetheless, you looked beautiful to them.

The nativity starts well, you sit on the small spot on the stage and wait until you line.

Nervous flutters in your tummy come back again and your eyes get hot and begin to gloss over.

“y/n!” Your teacher whispers from the side of the stage.

You look over and realise you were suppose to stand up and say your line.

The long dress gets caught under your princess shoes you insisted Mami to let you wear and while trying to stand up you trip on the fabric, falling onto your hands and tummy.

“Oh, bebita.” Alexia gasps, grabbing Jenni’s leg. “Don’t cry, don’t cry.” She whispers to herself.

“Angel down.” Alba blurts out, earning a smack on the arm from Eli.

“Oh she’s going to cry, bless.” Jenni looks up over the rows infront and looks at Alexia.

You stand up and tears roll down your cheeks, chewing your fingers, you look at the teachers and cry. “Want Mami!” You gasp out and look around for Mami, walking to the edge of the stage.

The tears get bigger and heavier and you have lots of emotions building up, fast.

“Shit.” Alexia curses, standing up so you can see her.

You climb down and run through the aisle in between all and mami’s and papi’s to get to your own mami.

Tía Ingrid sticks her arm out for you to see which row to come down.

“Mami!” You sob, putting your arms up.

She picks you up and puts you on her lap, your angel wings getting in the way.

Alba pulls them off and holds them, giving you more space for Mami to hold you.

Your loud sobs turn to heavy breaths as you calm down a little.

“Your okay bebita.” She whispers, trying not to make too much noise as the nativity show carries on.

“Mami, I got scared!” You wipes the tears off of your face and grip onto her shirt. “Lo siento!”

“You don’t need to be sorry, y/n. It’s ok.”

Jenni holds your hand and places a soft kiss on your cheek. “You did such a good job, our little angel. It’s ok, everyone gets a little scared sometimes.”

“But I fell over and everyone will laugh.”

“No, no, no. No one will laugh sweetheart. Everyone’s forgotten now.”

“You promise, mama?”

“I promise, bebita.”

[stylesharrys]

Baby Styles [WILAY Extra]

Y/N's got some news and Daisy finally asks Harry to be her real dad.

A/N: it's been forever since I wrote when I look at you and I promised ages ago I would do some little spin-off fics... here is one for you guys that I had over on patreon :)

WC: 2k

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Daisy’s favourite part of the day has to be bedtime.

Forget playing with her friends at school, or bathtime where Y/N lets her swish around the tub like a mermaid, or Aunt Akasha or Gemma feeding her up with ice cream. Daisy thoroughly enjoys bedtime because more often than not, it’s her only time with her Dad that goes undisturbed.

Since she can remember, Harry has always put Daisy to bed. The exception of those couple of months he was touring a year ago, but he still FaceTimed her at every bedtime and read her a passage from whatever book they had chosen for that week.

Y/N putting Daisy to bed is never the same. She’s always argued so. Y/N doesn’t read the same as Harry. She doesn’t do the voices, or make the faces, or execute the dramatic pauses.

She tries, but it’s not the same. And Daisy has made her opinion on Y/N’s bedtimes clear.

The four-year-old has grown into a complete ball of sass in the past two years, and the entire family knows it.

Y/N argues it’s Harry rubbing off on her, that she’s picking up his quirks and mishaps. Harry tries not to laugh when he watches the child strop off sulking because Y/N’s told her she’s settling her to bed that night.

“Daddy, come look!”

Harry sets the plates on the table as she calls him from the living room. Stifling a yawn, he follows the voice of the little girl and finds her bouncing on the balls of her feet, in front of the coffee table.

She’s drawn a picture, a reasonably artistic one; he won’t lie. It’s of Harry, that much he can tell. He’s sat in the home studio he and Y/N had built out in the garden next to the shed last year, his red guitar sat in his lap with a mop of brown curls on his head.

He grins. “Is tha’ me, petal? Looks good! Should we stick it on the fridge with your other ones?”

She nods, handing him the paper and scurrying past him toward the kitchen, nearly bumping into Y/N’s legs on the way and earning a disapproving look from her mother for it.

“Careful, Dais, it’s hot in here,” Y/N warns gently.

She doesn’t say anything, instead rummages through the drawer beside the fridge for another letter magnet. She retrieves a P and Harry lets her pin it to the fridge door, a triumphant grin to her lips as she places her hands to her hips.

“What do you think, Mummy? Do you like my picture of Daddy?” She asks with bright eyes.

Y/N squints down at the picture, ruffling her daughter’s hair. “Love it, babe. Did Dad’s hair perfectly, didn’t you.” She praises.

Harry squints in teasing offence at his fiance, the front of his curls tied above his head and looking like a small beansprout.

“I thought you liked my hair?” He feigns offence as he regards the young girl and she shrieks out a wholesome laugh at her Dad’s behaviour.

“I do!” She jumps, stilling back on her feet and tilting her head to the side. “But it is getting very long, Daddy.”

Y/N stifles a snort, and Harry leaps forward to smack her bum playfully, Daisy covering her eyes with an amused shriek. “Right you,” Harry turns back to her, “go wash your hands and put your colours away, Mum’s dishing dinner up.”

Daisy doesn’t wait a moment longer when she sees the dino nuggets being piled on her plate, rushing to get her things tidied and hands cleaned.

It leaves Y/N and Harry alone again for a moment, and he takes advantage of it, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist from behind and burying his face in the crook of her neck.

His hands sprawl out across the expanse of her stomach, heart skipping a beat at the thought of watching it grow again, as it had four years ago.

“Are we gonna tell her tonight?” He asks softly and Y/N hums, taking a shaky breath.

She’s nervous. She doesn’t know how Daisy is going to react about being a big sister. The four-year-old has never even mentioned having a sibling, and everyone is very much aware of how much Daisy enjoys attention.

Y/N’s worried her little girl will kick off into a meltdown and she doesn’t think she can stomach a distraught child tonight.

Harry gives her a reassuring squeeze. “She’s going to be fine with it. Honestly reckon she’ll be obsessed.”

He’s only trying to lighten the weight on her shoulders, which Y/N does appreciate, but if she’s honest, it’s not doing much to help.

She nods with a sigh. “Yeah, she should be alright. Just all new to all of us.”

//

Settled on the sofa with The Grinch Who Stole Christmas on the TV and three mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table, Daisy and her parents cuddle up on the couch.

The fire is crackling, making the moment all the cosier for the three. Daisy snuggles between Harry and Y/N, her hair in damp braids that Y/N had plaited after her bath and her feet are cosy in a pair of Christmas socks.

Harry has an arm thrown over the back of the sofa, his fingers brushing against Y/N’s shoulder to catch her attention. She looks over to him, sleepy look on her face and Harry thinks he wouldn’t mind settling Daisy a little earlier than usual, just to have some well deserved alone time with his fiance.

He nods his head between them, down to the little girl that’s snuggled against their sides. Y/N purses her lips, blinking back the sleep she desperately needs, and nods.

She shuffles on the sofa, turning her attention to Daisy while Harry pauses the movie. Daisy is quick to frown, something that makes a slight smile creep across her mother’s lips.

“But the doggy!” she whines.

Harry gently lifts her from under her arms and pulls her backwards, so she’s settled in his lap. He keeps his arms around her small middle as they both face Y/N.

“We can watch the doggy in a minute, Dais. Mummy and Daddy have something very exciting to tell you.”

Daisy’s eyes light up, dazzling with curiosity and excitement. “Are we getting a doggy?” She shrieks, hands clapping as she bounces in Harry’s lap. He bites back a loving laugh and pulls her closer to keep her still.

Harry kisses the top of her head, and Y/N reaches to stroke Daisy’s clothed feet.

“No, sweetheart. Not a puppy.”

She frowns, can’t possibly understand what could be more exciting than getting a puppy.

Harry gives her body a gentle squeeze, his eyes on Y/N as she takes another shaky breath. “Mummy’s got a baby in her belly.” He whispers to the four-year-old.

It takes a moment, then another. Daisy doesn’t make a sound, barely even cringes at the mention of a baby. She’s been around enough of them through cousins and family friends to know how needy and clingy and whiney they are.

A frown starts to etch onto Harry’s face as Y/N’s lips part. Why has she not said anything?

“Baby?” she finally repeats, eyes now glued to her mother’s clothed stomach and Y/N nods her head, hands instinctively reaching for her middle.

Harry’s eyes begin to well, can’t believe how perfect his life has become. The woman of his dreams, two children of his own.

“Yeah, petal. Baby in Mummy’s belly.”

Then Y/N sees it, the tears starting to well in her daughter’s eyes as she sinks into Harry’s chest. Her heart starts to break, reaching closer for her baby, but she grabs hold of Harry’s arms as the first of the tears begin to fall.

He frowns down at his little girl, worries fogging his senses and his heart beating sporadically against his chest. Harry holds her closer, eyes shifting to Y/N, who looks completely distraught.

“Dais… what’s wrong? This is exciting. You’re going to be a big sister. We’re going to have a baby Styles!” Y/N tries to sell it, but the child’s mouth only starts to turn downcast, and a small sob slips past her lips.

“But Harry won’t be my Daddy anymore.”

It feels like the world around them has shattered, can’t hear anything but white noise. Harry struggles to swallow down the need to throw up, and Y/N can’t make sense of anything around her.

Does she think Harry won’t be her father anymore?

A chill runs down his spine. He hasn’t heard Daisy call him Harry in two years.

Harry makes quick work of spinning her around in his lap, standing her on the sofa, so she’s looking at him. Daisy’s face is red, blotchy with tears, and she’s started crying so hard she’s given herself hiccups.

He wipes her eyes. “‘Nough of that, petal. I’m always gonna be your Daddy. Where’s this come from?”

Y/N shuffles closer, somehow managing to sit wedged in Harry’s side as she reaches for her daughter, too. She rubs her back soothingly, one hand intertwined with Harry’s.

Daisy shrugs, bottom lip pouted out and quivering. Y/N and Harry never want to see her so upset again.

“Because the baby is Styles, and-and I’m not! And Daddy will love the baby more than me because the baby is Styles like Daddy, but I’m Y/L/N like Mummy. And Mummy will be Styles at the wedding, so I’ll be all alone, and you won’t love me anymore, and I won’t have a Mummy or Daddy.”

She bursts into a fiery fit of tears, unable to stop her entire little body from trembling as the sobs wrack through her. Though both parents struggle to keep their tears at bay, neither of them can seem to help the amusement that trickles across their lips.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Y/N coos.

Harry holds her close, peppering kisses to her cheeks and refusing to let go, heart crushed at the raw sobs that sound through the living room.

“Daddy is going to love baby Styles just as much as he loves you, Dais. You’re always gonna be my little girl,” he promises wholeheartedly, but Daisy isn’t having any of it.

“But I want to be Styles, too! I want to be Styles like Mummy and Daddy and baby.” She wails out breathlessly, face now bright red as she struggles to catch her breath.

Y/N and Harry meet each other's gaze, blinking once, then twice. She wants to be a Styles.

Never once has Daisy said anything about her last name being different from Harry’s. Never once has she related the name difference to him not really being her father, and Y/N doesn’t know what to make of it.

“Okay… we’ll call you Daisy Styles from now on then,” Harry suggests to her, and though it’s a decent proposition, it’s not quite official enough for Daisy.

She wipes her arms and shifts in his hold, now looking between both of her parents and they give her a moment to compose herself, catch her breath and calm her thoughts.

“And my teachers and doctors and everyone! I want everyone to call me Daisy Styles!”

They look to each other, a warm smile spreading across Harry’s lips and Daisy watches them silently converse with wide eyes. Y/N raises a brow, a quirk in the corner of her lips and Harry nods softly, a broad smile breaking across his face.

“Okay,” Y/N breathes.

Daisy’s eyes light up, her back straightening as she quickly wipes her face and sniffles back any remaining tears. Harry squeezes his fiance’s hand, raising it to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles.

“We will get the paperwork and change your name to Daisy Styles. But, you have to promise to be a nice big sister to the baby.”

She nods, quick and eager. Daisy throws her arms around both of her parents, jumping on the sofa between them, and Harry thinks he could fucking burst.

Daisy and Baby Styles.

[mccoyquialisms]

Incredible things from the london D20 live show in no particular order (straight from memory so may not be totally accurate or have much context at all):

First of all the line up was incredible. Kugrash, Pete, Sundry Sydney, Skip, Fabian and Adaine. What a terrible combination of personalities, it was so funny

Btw everyone looked so good. They looked really good, those fits <3. Murph striped button up/polo? shirt and Lou grandpa sweater you will always be famous

When Siobhan rolled Adaine everyone was so excited. Lou (who had already rolled for Fabian) hugged her, picked her up and spun her around on stage ❤️

Everyone was so excited to have a buddy ❤️

The setting was rolled as a crown of candy, after Brennan literally said “wow we happened to have a few people from the same place, wouldn’t it be hilarious if we got a crown of candy or neverafter or something?”

Everyone arrives and are doing introductions and the first thing Fabian says is “[tearfully] Adaine is that a giant rat?” Cue the whole atrium losing it.

Sydney then proceeds to minor illusion Kugrash as “sexy.” After some deliberation and when prompted by Brennan, Murph decided this means he looks exactly the same except for giant veneers

Beardsley: Can I distract the guard?

Brennan [flabbergasted, as the rest of the party was doing INSANE shit around this]: Sure, the DC is 500.

Beardsley: If I crit will you let it happen

Brennan [indulgently]: sure

Beardsley: [rolls a nat 20]

Brennan: [despair], cast: [running around in circles on stage and jumping], fans: [losing it]

And that’s how they accidentally start a revolt in Candia within minutes of arrival by Pete the Chosen Outsider with the peppermint tooth and prophesied king of candia. But it’s cool because in the next few minutes Kugrash teaches them about democracy.

So many little references to past campaigns and character one liners. Way too many for me to list but the cast was clearly enjoying dropping them

Sundry Sydney hitting King Calroy with 3 grenades ON SIGHT

A Hasted Kugrash doing an opposed athletics against Calroy and Brennan rolls a Nat 1. The dice wanted that motherfucker DEAD.

Kugrash to Calroy: “I eat from the trash, and I’ve never seen a cake as shitty as you!’ And then proceeds to 300-style kick him off the castle wall (as acted out by human man Murph)

Sooo much PVP though really most of that was between Pete and Fabian as they fought over the crown of candia

Sundry Sydney successfully seduced and awakens personhood in Adaine’s identify spell. His name is ANUS now. (Another use…)

Skip is quangled out and replaced by Lapin (played by Zac) and tries to keep the party on track. He fails many times. He takes up smoking from the stress. Adaine does as well.

At some point Pete’s wild magic turns his hands into rock candy, which he uses to deal 2d20 damage to Fabian during a fight

Emily as Sydney, whenever crazy shit happens: this is canon! [raises cannon arm]

All of them (except Pete) have some bad baby milk and do kublacaine. Cue a small detour for more pvp between Pete and Fabian

Arthur Aguefort is released from captivity in a castle full of/made from eggs. He and Lapin may or may not know each other biblically. They met on an app for old magical men, don’t worry about it.

Bill Seacaster is the pirate prince of the dairy lands and has the quangle. They get into his castle with Operation Fancy Perfume Part 2 except Emily rolled a nat 1 for her assist, so first poisonous perfume takes out most of the party and everyone inside the castle. I think Emily may have been crying she was laughing so hard.

They sort of defeat Bill by giving him pleasure putty (which he USES behind a curtain in front of EVERYONE) and then has to go take a nap, so they sneak into the rest of the castle to find the quangle. I am never going to forgive Brennan for making it canon that he goes “yar har har YO HO HO” when he gets off. I WILL NEVER UNHEAR THIS.

Pete Conlan somehow gains the power of flight from Bambi LeRoux (Sydney brought her) singing the Reading Rainbow theme song. He does a flying ribbon dance out the window, where she stops singing and he falls and takes max fall damage. He’s still up, so Fabian jumps out the window with Feather Fall and shoots him with a laser gun until he actually dies lmao. He gets injured too somehow but I forgot how. They both get healed and everyone continues on like nothing happened.

Emily took her dice that rolled a Nat 1, kissed it, and threw it into audience with a cheeky expression. I’m in love with her I fear

The time quangle is an entire pool of lemon yogurt. At the bottom of the pool is a completely naked Gilear Faeth

Kugrash eats all the yogurt despite knowing it will kill him in order to end the quangle. His farewell speech has as a backdrop Gilear’s giant hog (played by Brennan’s arm, as he got out of his chair to stand behind Murph the ENTIRE time he was talking). Kugrash then ascends to the big bodega in the sky.

Sydney also seduces Annabelle Cheddar (EDIT: fuck it was like 12 AM forgive me) Primsy Coldbottle, who is explicitly 29 in this version of time. Both her and Anus join Sydney in returning to AnarchEra. I cannot emphasize enough how horny this live show was

Everyone gets sent back to their respective universes, except Arthur. He’s going to hang out in Candia for a bit to be Lapin’s “roommate.”

Fabian’s last line is that he has to call his banker because he has a new nemesis

Lapin: “That was the worst group of people I have ever met.”

God that was so funny, I really hope these live shows are getting recorded and will be released somewhere later. I need everyone to experience the epic highs and lows of this d20 session.

[lucerothings1]

Night out on the town.

Warnings: gay sex, smut, male reader, top Marlon, bottom reader, anal, oral, ass play, use of the name baby boy for reader, Sir kink, consensual sex.

~~~~~~~Enjoy~~~~~~~

“Okay that’s it cut that was amazing everyone take 15 and we’ll be back” your director yelled to you and the rest of the cast as you had just wrapped up a scene. “Pssss Y/n” one of your costars had yelled to you as you looked her way “Come” she said again waving you over as she was on her make up stand getting a touch up.

“What’s the matter Elizabeth” you responded as you made your way up to her “Oh nothing you I just wanted to invite you to a small gathering the rest of us will be having tonight at a club not far from here I’ll slip you the information later” “I’m flattered but I’m not to sure I’m tired and I gotta go through some more lines” “Shush I ain’t taking no for an answer now you better not flake on me now Y/n L/n you hear me” she responded in a snap as you only sighed and nodded to her back. “That’s what I thought now go on we only get brakes so often” she said winking at you as you smiled and headed towers your make up chair as well.

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

Hello Mr.L/n a young man knocking at your trailer said to you as you opened the door. “Yes what can I do for you” “um Ms.Elizabeth asked me to give this to you” he said handing you a pics of paper. “Okay thank you” you said to him as you opened the envelope as he walked away and there it was the address and name of club that they were all meeting up signed with her name and a quick “ Don’t be late” you read and signed as you put the note in your pocket and went on to head twords your hotel.

As you where now in your hotel room and now had your chosen lade out for you as you looked your way trough your options off what to wear. At the end you had decided for the regular knitted polo and pleated trousers as you finished your hair and getting ready and dressed. As you went outside now as you got a cab “wWhere to sir” “um this address” you gave the driver the Nate as her hummed in agreement and so you where off .

“Ah finally you’re here” Elizabeth cheered at you as she pulled you into a hug “Good to be here Beth” you responded and hugged back. “Okay come come” she told you as she brought you to everyone” “Everyone” you said lifting up a hand to everyone as you also eyed guy that wasn’t in the cast.

“Ah yes Y/n I want you to meet a friend of mine invited, Y/n meet Marlon Marlon meet Y/n” “Hello Y/n nice to meet you” Marlon said to you giving you his hand. “Hi Marlon like wise” you responded and took his hand shaking it. “Okay let’s party” Elizabeth yelled as to everyone cheered and yelled in agreement to her.

“So Y/n what you do for a living” Marlon said to you as he found you by a both sitting and drinking your drink. “Im an actor I’ve been working with Elizabeth for the past few months on a project what about you” you responded “Me to although I haven’t had the pleasure of working with Beth we just met by a friend of a friend” he responded to you.

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

~~~~~~Okay for what we here for okay sorry~~~~~~

“I’m gonna head back Beth okay I’ll see you Monday okay” “Okay fine I’m happy you came and thank you” she said as she rubbed at your hair mad you smiled and nodded back as you walked on outside as you heard a familiar voice. “Hey Y/n where you going” Marlon yelled running outside “I’m going back the my hotel I’m done for the night to many people” you said to him as he looked like he had an idea. “Okay give me a minute” he said running back inside and coming outside with his jacket “I’ll go with” he said you you “No Marlon stay here it’s fine really” “No I insist I had fun tonight with you haven’t had a friend like that in a long time” he said yo you “Okay then” “Good but we’ll go to my home I’ve got the good stuff over there” he said as you smiled and nodded not trying to fight a fight you clearly went going to win.

“Thank you good man” Marlon yelled at the cab driver that had driven you both to his place. “Okay come in” he said as he kicked off his shoes at the door shouting it behind both of you as you both entered “here take your shoes off feel at home” he said to you as you obeyed and kicked your own off as well. As you now followed him to what you were guessing was the kitchen “ So you want something to drink” He questioned “Oh no I’m fine” you responded “Oh no I insist” he said as he poured you a drink and handed it to you. “Thanks” you said taking a drink.

And at that point you could tell something changed inside him as he looked eyes with you as you both separated your cups away from your lips and you licked away at your lips and he bit on his as his eyes went dark but lust and your as well and in the heat of the moment in just one second it was as if you both knew you wanted each other and craved of each others touch as you both gulped and crushed into each other as your lips quickly found his.

“Fuck come here” Marlon moaned as he picked you up from your legs and took you to what you think to be his room as you where both still without separating not even for air. Until he placed you on your his bed which have you both a few minutes for you yanked off your shirt and he his as you gazed to his god like structure and he to you as if you were a meal to him. “God I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you since the moment I saw you” he said to you as he grabbed ahold of your face crushing your lips onto his again.

As you separated from his soft lips and started to kiss his body as you started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants “You think it’s fair that only you get to see me naked” Marlon said breathlessly as he pulled you up and started to uncle your own pants as you both found each others lips again. Soon you both now were in your only underwear as he pushed you down again as you smiled to him as he slipped off his underwear and your as well.

“Come here love” Marlon said to you “Why don’t you” you responded as you said to him as you pulled him down on to the bed and you got up switching both your places as he sat with his legs open at the edge of this bed as he displayed his large thick fella in all his glory as his cock stood hard and long as you felt mesmerized as you went onto your knees and took ahold of his member and started pumping it at a slow pace as you looked eyes to him again

“Mm please baby don’t tease me” Marlon said “Oh love wouldn’t even think of it” you responded with a smile as you got closer as you could hear him breath heavy as he felt your warm breath near his tip and soon after your mouth. “Oh that’s good baby, Oh your mouth is so warm” he moaned out as he placed a hand on top of your head and the other holding onto the sheets as he was being pleasured.

As what was you being in control was now him grabbing you by your hair as he started to thrust into you making you take him whole. “Uh yeah that’s it baby boy yeah take my big dick” Marlon moaned as he continued to fuck your mouth on his cock as he could hear the sweet sounds of you gagging as you tapped his leg as a sign you needed air. “Uhh fuck” you gasped out mouth covered in his precum and your spit “Sorry baby are you good” Marlon said to you as he held your face with his hands making you look at him.

“Yeah I’m good just a bit out of breath but I’m good now” you told him with a reassuring smile “Okay then get back down there we’re not done yet” Marlon told you as you obeyed and opened your mouth greeting his cock with another warm welcome. “U-uh fuckk I’m cumming swallow it baby all of it” Marlon yelled as you felt him tug at your hair pulling you down while you felt his warm white load painted you’re throat as you swallowed it all and lastly sucked out every drop as you came off his cock witch a pop from your mouth leaving if all sensitive.

“How’d I do sir” you said to him wiping your lips face red “Sir huh I like the sound of that and you did amazing baby come up lay on your back” Marlon responded words you with a bit of raspiness in his voice as you didn’t think twice as you laid down next to him as he got on his knees on the bed

“Come on open your legs for me baby. I wanna see you." He said as he got a hold of your ankles and helped you open your legs and lift them up “God your flexible that comes in handy” he said smirking at you as his gaze soon slid on what he was waiting to see “Just look at that pretty hole of yours baby boy” he said arching down as he placed both his hands on your ass stretching it out to get a better look at you “It just looks sweet but let’s see if that true no” Marlon teased as he got lower and you felt his tongue lick at your entrance.

“No I was right it’s sweet alright” he said again smiling at you as he went beck down and started to kiss at your entrance soon after fucking you with his tongue. “U-uh that’s good yeah right there” you moaned out pushing Marlon down as he had you once before as you felt him smile and his hot breath tease you with his tongue still at work and his lips kissing you. Soon after he got up and started to lay next to you “What happened” “Oh I’m not done yet baby” he said kissing at your lips as he reached down back to your hole as you felt his middle finger work its way inside you.

“Uh-uh” you moaned out breaking the kiss “That’s just my fingers now imagine what will eh of you when I put my dick inside you” Marlon whispered in your ear still working you open. What was one then became two and then three fingers “I think that good enough don’t you” he said agin whispering to you as you nodded fast in agreement “Good boy” he said as he pulled his fingers out.

“Okay think you deserve my fella here” Marlon said slapping his hardened tip onto your entrance teasingly. “Yea please Marl-ow” you came to a halt as he slapped your ass with his hand “That’s sir to you” he said with his eyes filled with lust “Sorry sir please I need you I beg of you” you said grabbing a hold of his wrist. “Okay baby” he said to you kissing you again as he started to push his tip inside you as you felt a pain soon turned pleasure.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing amazing” he said pulling you close “Uh yeah” you both moaned at the same time. “I’m in now can I move” Marlon said to you “Please do sir” you moaned out felling full of him as he started to softly rock his hips as he let you go laying you down on your back again as you pulled on the sheets felling his thick member pull in and put hitting your prostate every time “Yeah boy take go on it baby” he moaned now starting a faster pace as you started to feel him stretching you out you almost thought he might even leave you gaping after he was done with you.

“Uh fuck yeah sir yeah right there” you moaned “Uh yeah that’s it baby right there huh think I found your prostate” Marlon said with a teasing smirk as he purposely started to rock his hips directing his cock to that bundle of nerves that made you go crazy. “No stop” you moaned out “What what’s wrong” “Nothing I just want to ride that horse of yours” you said getting up as you pushed him down “Sit” you said to him pushing him as you got on top of him “Come on baby give me that ass of your again” Marlon said as he got ahold of your waist and pulled you to him as you grabbed ahold of his cock sitting on it once again as you felt him fill you up again as you began to rock your hips as you belt him go even dipper inside you if that was even possible.

“Uh yeah that’s good”Marlon moaned pulling you down to him as you both connected your lips together again. As he soon lead towards your neck marking you with purple and red marks of love as you later felt his tongue now on your nipple as he left bruises on them as well while you continued to rock your hips as you felt Marlon’s hand reach your dick as he started to tug at it “U-uh fuck Marlon I’m close” you moaned “Me to baby come on cum with me” Marlon moaned out as he looked up at you pulling you close “Uh fuckk” you both moaned out as you both erupted you all over his hand shooting at his chest as Marlon cummed inside you as you felt his warm white cum as he painted your velvet walls white.

“Oh that was amazing baby” Marlon said as you separated from each other hands “Truly was” you breathlessly said as you noticed that he picked up a bit of your cum with his finger and placed it inside his mouth sucking on his finger. “God how are you delicious from every where baby” Marlon said “What you think I’m sweet” you told him “Mhm” Marlon responds nodding “Well your not to bad your self Mr.Marlon” “So Sir and now Mr.” Marlon said with a quiet my look and a raised eyebrow “Yeah and there a lot more from where that come from” you said to him “What the name calling or the sex” he said smirking “Well why not both” you responded getting a hold of his face and crushing his lips with yours. “I’d like that” he said separating from your lips.

“Now I’m tired and I want sleep and I want to sleep with you on my said” Marlon said to you as he picked you up off him and placed you to his right “Why I didn’t take you for the cuddle type” “Well I am when I want to be but I also want to tap that ass of your tomorrow” he said kissing you again.

Authors note: Hello everyone just wanted to post this and to let everyone know to feel free and sen in your requests and I’ll write I’m finally feeling motivated but if you don’t send in a plot then I’ll do smut with no plot but if for some reason I might make a plot. Send in your request :)

[jgracie]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ OH, BABY!

firefighter!percy jackson x fem!reader

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an firefighter percy as promised!!! this doesn’t focus much on the firefighter aspect but i had to do it im sorry LOL

you nervously paced around the kitchen of your home - the one you shared with percy - as you mentally rehearsed what you were going to tell him once he got home from work

“it’s okay, y/n, you and perce want this,” you told yourself, your voice barely above a whisper. it was true, you and percy did want a baby. you’d discussed it a while ago and decided it was the right time for the two of you, with both your careers finally being stable and all your debts having been paid. still, you anxiously toyed around with the pregnancy test in your hands, the two lines indicating ‘positive’ almost mocking you as you stared down at them

somehow, you’d managed to keep this hidden from percy for a month, which now made you two months pregnant. you weren’t sure how you did it, but you needed some time to absorb the information of the new addition to your lives so you simply hid the pregnancy test and scans and visits to the doctor for as long as you could

part of the reason why you were afraid was percy’s job. he was a firefighter, and while you did admire him for it as he would constantly risk his own life for the sake of others’, you couldn’t help but wish he’d chosen a different career path. you’d already get worried whenever he’d come home and tell you about the near-death experience of the day like it was nothing special, but with a baby on the way, those feelings tripled

however, you knew percy deserved to know. after a week of contemplating and planning, you’d decided to tell him using the classic ‘bun in the oven’ surprise. the warm smell of the bread baking comforted you as you waited for percy’s arrival, but it wasn’t enough to ease your nerves. that was what prompted you to make your mistake of the day: taking a bath

taking a bath wouldn’t have been a problem if you actually remembered to turn the oven off before you left. whilst you poured your scented soaps and bath bombs into the water, choosing a show to watch on your ipad and lighting some candles, your bun in the oven burnt under the scorching heat

percy was excited to see you, his precious wife. sometimes, he couldn’t believe he actually got to call you that. he nearly skipped all the way to your apartment, a goofy grin plastered on his face as he pulled his keys out of his back pocket and— what was that smell?

being a firefighter, this was a scent that percy knew all too well. suddenly, he was alert, his mind already conjuring up the worst scenarios it could as he frantically turned the keys to your apartment - first the wrong way, causing him to curse under his breath, then the right

he almost kicked the door down as he entered, scanning the space for any sign of you, any sign that you were safe and unharmed

“babe? y/n, where are you?” he yelled, running around the apartment as he tried to find the source of the fire. his shoes left dirty footprints all over the floor, footprints you’d definitely scold him for later, but he’d go through a million lectures from you if he had to. as long as you were alive and safe, percy would be fine

meanwhile, you had gotten out of the shower, your mood improving tremendously, when you’d finally heard percy’s shouts over the music playing from your phone. your brows furrowed in confusion and you put the pregnancy test into the pocket of your robe, making your way over to where he was

when percy saw you, tears sprung to his eyes and he lifted you up, causing you to squeal as he twirled you around before giving you a rib-crushing hug. when you pulled away, you frowned at the evident distress on your husband’s face - what was up with him?

“is everything okay, perce?” you asked, tenderly taking his hands into yours and giving them a right squeeze. percy nodded, but to you, he was an open book. there was definitely something wrong

just as you were about to ask if he was sure, percy said, “everything’s okay, i just smelt something burning and, y’know, with my job, your mind can’t help but wander…” you took a whiff of the air and smelt it too. biting your lip, you followed the scent to the kitchen as you wracked your brain for an answer as to why it was even there

you got to the oven. the oven with the hard, black bun in it

“oh my god, no!” you mumbled, hurriedly getting some oven mitts and grabbing the bun out of the oven, immediately dropping it onto the countertop. as you did this, something happened to fall out of your robe pocket

percy picked it up, about to hand it to you when he noticed what it was. a pregnancy test. more importantly, a positive pregnancy test

his voice trembling as he held back tears for the second time that evening, percy asked, “y/n, what is this?” you looked up and your eyes widened as you patted down your robe, realising the test had fallen out

“y/n,” percy began, pulling you closer to him. with your lips a centimeter apart, he continued, “is this real? are you…? are we…?” you couldn’t find the words to answer his question, so you simply nodded. immediately, percy closed to distance between you, and as the taste of his salty tears mixed with your minty toothpaste, you felt your worries get washed away

percy would be a great father, regardless of what job he had. under the soft kitchen lights, mr and mrs jackson became sure of one thing: that he would come home to you and your baby, no matter what life could possibly throw at him

[cheynovak]

Sugar

Soldier boy x F/ reader  (Y/N)  

Warnings: 18+, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, age difference, oral sex, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language.    

*Does not follow The Boys storyline * 

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Y/N is a college student who pays her apartment, bills and school tuition with the money she makes as ‘sugar baby’ for Soldier boy. What started as just being a companion on lonely moments became quickly more physical.  

 

Ben just came home from a rough day, not in the mood for her. But she finds a way to ease him. 

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In the dimly lit and luxurious loft nestled amidst the towering skyscrapers of New York, waits Y/N dressed in exquisite lingerie, chosen by him. The first time he had bought her lingerie or expensive parfum she had hated it.  

Like she wasn’t good enough for him the way she was. But then again, this adventure started out as ‘companionship’ getting some money for having dinner with him and listening to his fucked-up stories.  

But that soon turned around into something that looked more like prostitution. Not the quick and cheap fuck, kind of thing. No, she did get paid very well plus the extra gifts she got were a bonus.  

Y/N reclined on the velvet couch, her silhouette illuminated by the flickering flames of scented candles that cast a warm, intimate glow throughout the room. Her outfit, a delicate ensemble of lace and silk, clung to her curves in all the right places, a tantalizing promise of the evening's potential. 

Her mind drifted back to the night when everything changed, when Ben, as he was known to her then, had initiated their first intimate encounter.  

It had been a seemingly ordinary evening, with dinner at a high-end restaurant, where Ben had the best table. Followed by a stroll through the city streets. The conversation had flowed effortlessly, laughter punctuating the air as he shared stories. 

As the night wore on, he had asked her inside for another drink, and the last dregs of wine lingered in their glasses, Ben had leaned in, his touch igniting a fire within her that she hadn't known existed.  

She remembered the sensation of his hands tracing the contours of her body, the heat of his breath against her skin, how his lips claimed hers, it still sends shivers down her spine when she thinks of it.  

Caught off guard by his sudden advances, Y/N had frozen. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was over. Ben had withdrawn “Why so tense?” he had asked. 

But without being able to form a sentence she left, without her money for the night. The next day he had called her for meeting up, but she ignored his calls for over a week.  

The sudden creak of the loft door snapped her back to reality. Her heart skipped a beat as she watched Ben stride in, dressed in his iconic green superhero outfit, the weight of his presence filling the room. 

But there was something different about him tonight. A palpable tension hung heavy in the air. His brow furrowed, jaw set in a tight line, he seemed lost in a cloud of discontent. 

Y/N's stomach churned with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension as she met his gaze, unsure of what to expect. Before she could utter a word, Ben's voice cut through the silence, sharp and curt. 

"I don’t need you tonight. You can go," he muttered, his tone laced with a bitterness she had never heard before. "There's money on the table." The words hit her like a punch to the gut, a stark reminder of the transactional nature of their relationship. 

Y/N rose from the lounge, her steps slow and deliberate as she approached Ben, who stood with his back turned, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. For a moment, she hesitated, its easy money, but then again, after these months she kind of bonded with this brute.  

Unsure of how to proceed, but then she steeled herself and reached out, her hands finding their way to his tense shoulders. As her fingers began to work their magic, kneading away the knots of tension that had taken root within him. 

Ben stiffened at her touch, a fleeting flicker of surprise crossing his features. Yet, he made no move to pull away, allowing her to continue. "Are you sure?" she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur as she leaned in close, her breath tickling the nape of his neck.  

"You seem... tense tonight." She said in between kisses on his neck and shoulder, her hands moved to his stomach and slowly moved down, but he held her wrist in one hand.  “I’m not in the mood Y/N.” he bit.  

Y/N nodded in understanding, her fingers continuing their soothing dance back to his shoulder. "That's okay," she reassured him, her voice soft and reassuring. "You don't have to pretend with me." 

Her hands still kneaded his back.  

“I have an idea. Why don’t you lay down on the bed and let me give you a good massage. If you still want me to leave I will.” He looked at her over his shoulder and said with a sigh. “Fine.”  

"Relax," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody amidst the silence of the loft. "You don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of you." Those words brought a grin on his face. 

As Ben settled onto the end of the bed, Y/N knelt before him, her hands moving with practiced precision as she began to undo the buttons of his suit jacket. With each flick of her wrist, she revealed swaths of toned muscle beneath the fabric, the contours of his body a testament to the strength that lay within. 

With each button undone, she uncovered more of his skin, the warmth of his body radiating beneath her touch. With a soft exhale, Ben allowed himself to relax into her ministrations, the tension in his shoulders beginning to ebb away. 

And as she finally freed him from the confines of his clothing, he closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the blissful sensation of her hands against his skin. “Turn around.” she whispered.  

She kneaded the muscles of his shoulders and neck with just the right amount of pressure, coaxing them to relinquish their tight grip. Beneath her touch, Ben felt himself drifting, his mind unspooling from the worries and responsibilities that had weighed him down. 

Her hands so soft and yet every touch of her makes him wanting more.  

As Ben's eyes fluttered open, “Where did you learn to do this doll?” he looked over his shoulder. Only to find himself momentarily speechless at the sight that greeted him. There she sat, exquisite lingerie that left little to the imagination. 

How did he miss that when he walked inside?  

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Ben's eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve and contour with a hunger that betrayed his desires. And in that fleeting moment, Y/N saw the raw longing reflected in his gaze.  

He turned back around, sitting against the wall.  

Y/N leaned in close, her fingers deftly undoing Ben's pants with a boldness that took him by surprise. With each movement, he felt his breath catch in his throat, his body tensing beneath her touch. 

 

Revealing the evidence of his desire in all its glory. As she met his gaze once more, a silent understanding passed between them. As Ben's hand moved to the back of her head.  

With a silent nod, Y/N obeys, her fingers trailing lightly along his length as she leaned in closer, her lips parting to take him into her mouth. She began to fulfil his demand. 

Y/N heard Ben's moans and groans, the sound brings shivers all over her body. Encouraged by his response, she swirled her tongue around him, teasing and tantalizing with every flick and caress, gliding along his length. 

She changed her pace, alternating between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, eager movements, each one designed to drive him crazy. With each downward thrust, she took him deeper, her throat accommodating his girth. 

She hollowed her cheeks, applying just the right amount of suction to elicit a throaty groan from him, her own arousal mounting with each breathless sound he made. 

And as she continued her relentless assault, she felt him growing more desperate, his hips bucking involuntarily as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming pleasure. 

With each passing moment, she could feel him nearing the edge. As Ben felt the intense pleasure coursing through him, his words spilled. He growled, his voice thick with desire.  

"You're so desperate for it, aren't you?" Ben's voice was out of breath. "You could have left making a lot of money for nothing, but here you are... on your knees, sucking my cock." 

Y/N's pulse quickened at his words, her arousal mounting with each passing moment. His dominance over her fuelled a primal hunger within her. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper as she surrendered herself to him completely. " I wanted to feel you in my mouth, to taste you.” 

Ben's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her closer to him. "You're mine, aren't you?" Ben's voice was a low growl, his eyes dark with lust as he held Y/N's gaze captive. "Say it. Tell me you belong to me." 

"Yes," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours, Ben. All yours." 

A wicked grin spread across Ben's lips, a predator basking in the sweet surrender of his prey. "That's right," he purred, his words dripping with satisfaction. 

"You're such a filthy little slut." Ben's voice dripped with dominance, his eyes smouldering with a primal intensity as he looked down at Y/N. "You're going to take it all, aren't you?"  

Ben's voice was commanding, his gaze locked on Y/N with an intensity that left no room for hesitation. "You're going to swallow every last drop when I come, like the obedient little slut you are." 

Y/N's breath caught in her throat at his words, arousal forming between her legs. With a silent nod, she braced herself for what was to come, determined to prove her obedience to him.  

With a primal groan of pleasure, he surrendered himself to the overwhelming sensation, his release flooding her mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of salt and musk.  

As the last drop slipped down her throat, she felt a sense of fulfilment wash over her, a sense of satisfaction in knowing that she had pleased him, that she had surrendered herself completely to his desires. 

Ben's fingers threaded through Y/N's hair, his touch gentle and reassuring as he murmured a praise. "You're such a good girl," he whispered.  

"So obedient, so eager to please. I knew you were a good choice." 

Ben pulled her onto his lap, his fingers deftly worked at the clasp of Y/N's bra, she felt a rush of anticipation coursing through her veins, her heart quickening with excitement.  

With a soft click, the bra fell away, leaving her exposed to his hungry gaze. 

A hunger burning in his eyes, Ben leaned in closer, his lips trailing a path of fire along the curves of her breasts. He kissed and licked, his movements slow and deliberate as he explored every inch of her soft flesh. 

And as Ben's tongue found its way to her sensitive nipples, swirling and sucking with a fervour that left her gasping for breath, Y/N felt a surge of arousal coursing through her.  

As Y/N's moans of pleasure filled the air while her core grinded over his hips.  

Ben couldn't help but chuckle softly, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he revelled in the intoxicating sound. With each desperate whimper that escaped her lips, he felt a surge of satisfaction wash over him, knowing that he held her pleasure in the palm of his hand. 

Ben's teasing came to an abrupt halt. With a firm grip, he held her still, denying her the release she so desperately craved. His voice was a husky murmur against her ear as he whispered his final decree. 

"Goodnight, doll," he teased, his words dripping with playful mockery. Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief at his sudden change in demeanour, a surge of frustration coursing through her as she realized he was withholding the pleasure she so desperately sought. 

“W-what?” she looked at him while he pushed her of him. “Goodnight.” he repeated turning the lights off.  

As the minutes stretched into sleepless hours, Y/N lay beside Ben, her mind swirling with a tempest of desire and frustration. With a sigh of resignation, she slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him as she made her way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against the cool tile, her body thrumming with unspent arousal. 

With trembling fingers, she traced delicate patterns across her skin, teasing herself with feather-light touches that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation as she sought out the release that had eluded her for so long. 

Her breath hitched as she brushed against her most sensitive spots, her fingers dancing with a rhythm all their own as she brought herself closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. 

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Ben's voice, “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” he busted through the door. "I... I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. "I just... I needed..." 

But before she could finish her sentence, Ben's voice cut through the silence once more, his tone tinged with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. 

"If I wanted you to come, I would have let you come," he declared.  

His grin appeared “Show me how wet you are.” Y/N's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal at Ben's bold request. With a silent nod, she slowly parted her legs, revealing the glistening evidence of her arousal to him. 

Her breath caught in her throat as Ben's gaze lingered on her, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight before him. With a soft groan, he reached out, his fingers tracing a path along her inner thigh as he drew closer, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. 

"God, you're so fucking wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Wider doll.” he said giving her thigh a smack. Y/N's pulse quickened at his words, her body responding instinctively to his commanding tone. 

And as Ben leaned in closer, his fingers delved deeper inside her, Y/N's moans of pleasure filled the air. With each thrust of his hand, she felt herself spiralling closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the force of her impending release. 

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against her skin. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I make you feel so good." She nodded her nails dug into his arm. 

"Fuck look at you. You're practically dripping.” "I need you," she gasped, her voice a breathless whisper. "I need you to make me come. Please, Ben, I can't take it anymore." 

As Ben pulled Y/N up, positioning her over the sink, a surge of anticipation rippled through her body, her breath catching in her throat as she braced herself for what to come. With a primal urgency, he pressed himself against her, his hard length throbbing with desire as he guided himself inside her from behind. 

With a firm grip on her hips, Ben began to move, setting a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. As he pounded into her with a primal fervour, she found herself unable to look away from the reflection staring back at her in the mirror. 

As Y/N's moans filled the bathroom, Ben's desire surged "Fuck, yes," Ben groaned, his voice a husky murmur as he surrendered himself to the overwhelming sensation. "That's it, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear how much you want it." 

Y/N's moans grew louder, more desperate.  

Please," she begged, her voice a breathless whisper. "Don't stop. I’m close... I need to come. Please, Ben, I need it." Ben's grip on her hips tightened, his own desire reaching a fever pitch as he felt her trembling beneath him. With a primal growl, he redoubled his efforts, driving her closer and closer to the brink with each thrust. 

And then, with a cry of ecstasy, she tumbled over the edge, her body convulsing with the force of her release. As Ben reached the peak of his own ecstasy, he released himself inside Y/N, filling her with warmth and intensity that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.  

As Ben pulled Y/N up from the sink, a trickle of their combined release dripped down her legs. "Listen next time," he demanded, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of playfulness. "Or I won't let you come for a whole month." 

With a silent nod, she acquiesced to his command, knowing that, in this game of passion and power, he held all the cards. With a gentle command, Ben instructed Y/N to clean up and join him in bed. As he headed towards the bedroom, he left her to tend to herself.  

A soft sigh, she cleaned herself up, the cool water of the bathroom soothing against her skin as she washed away the evidence. She walked toward the bed hearing Ben’s snores.  

With a soft smile, she slipped beneath the covers, nestling herself against his warm, familiar form. She felt his arm instinctively wrap around her, pulling her close in his sleep. His touch was warm and reassuring, a silent reminder of the deep connection that existed between them. 

With a contented sigh, she nestled against him, her body moulding perfectly with him as they lay intertwined in the darkness. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against her face was a soothing lullaby.  

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[gooppoo]

Okay okay so let’s say Neteyem has had an arranged mate since he was younger and they grew up together as best friends who just always knew they were going to get married, but we’re never really lovey dovy or acted like a true couple and l when the Sully’s have to move to the Metkayina clan, Aonung takes a little liking towards y/n and Neteyam is just getting very jealous from afar and one night after he gets a little too touchy, y/n and neteyam make soft love where she reassures him that she’s his and only his and then they mate for the first time and yeah just like jealous protective neteyam and fluff and smut pls

anon you basically wrote this for me! just gonna add some of my thoughts <3

All Yours Baby.

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: angst tehe, sorta a love triangle? all characters are of age obvi, p in v, love making babeyyyy, creampie

It's been set in stone that you and Neteyam were like destined to be, even before you were chosen to be mates

But like...y'all weren't all that into each other, just sort of aware of each other's existence

Then Jake had the bright idea of moving everyone, and it more or less threw a wrench in things

You meet the Metkayina and tried to incorporate their lifestyle into yours, because adaptability is imperative in this world

As you warm up to this new ecosystem and way of life, you of course meet new friends, while still trying to balance the old connections you cherished

Ao'nung.

Ao'nung was strong, charming, and sometimes a little too confident

He was more or less your teacher - Neteyam's too - but he would take the time out of his busy day to teach you more than the surface level of the Metkayina lifestyle

And Neteyam noticed this...

He also noticed how handsy you'd get with one another

He also didn't miss how Ao'nung kissed you in front of most of the clan one evening after heavily drinking

And as not to embarrass him, you sort of kissed back, then quickly pulled away and said a quick goodnight

Trying to be undetectable, you took to the water and swam far until you reached some rocks peaking from the surface, and perched upon them

You were out of breath from the kiss and from the intensity of your quick leave

Drinking was on the top of your list of regrets

You rested back again the rocks, studying the stars and hoping to find some calm in them

And guess who shows up not long after - scaring you a bit with his near silent arrival

Neteyam

And he's pissed, ugh he's such a bawl baby sometimes, but it's endearing

You yelp and scold him for scaring you

Shortly, he apologizes and makes room for himself on the small patch of land

He stares at you. Not in a weird, threatening way, but like he's searching for the right words through you

Let's be honest, Neteyam isn't the best with words

"I didn't know you and Ao'nung were..."

You felt your body stiffen up, heart skipping a beat painfully

Quickly, you sat up and pressed your brows together at him

"We're not." You said with the same amount of attitude as Tuk

That seemed to ease his expression

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, "Good."

But he could still feel you watching over him, studying him like you had the stars

His electric yellow eyes would dart from his lap to yours bashfully, slightly embarrassed

To ease his discomfort, you slid a hand onto his knee, then scooped up his palm

Like you had done it a million times, your fingers interlaces and your palms met, feeling the heat building between your skin

You decided to scoot a few inches closer

...and so did he

Many inches closer in fact

Then there was a split second where your eyes met again, and they fluctuated until your pupils were as expansive as the night sky

It was like your minds had connected in that moment, because he pulled you into his lap as you had every intention to crawl onto it

Not too soon after came a kiss

The first one shared between you two may I add

So it was a little awkward, but still had butterflies exploding in your stomach

After finding a sweet melody between your lips, tongue, and faint sighs, more suggestive behavior was thrown into the mix

Like you grinding down on his lap...and eventually the tent under his loincloth

Neteyam cradled your back and laid you along the ground with him above you

You didn't dare pull away from your kiss, because you had quickly become addicted to the surge of electricity he had rushing to your heart

His mature hands mapped out your body, spending more time near your thighs and waist

Running his nails along your hypersensitive skin so you'd yelp into his mouth

When you started wriggling your hips toward his hand he knew he needed to escalate things

His fingers dipped below your loincloth and was painfully slow to caress your folds

But he knew to gently circle your clit, and run his tongue along your bottom lip, while his hand cupped your face and his swipe thumb along your cheekbone

There was a gentleness about him that Ao'nung had never once introduced to you, and it left you more hot than you expected

Neteyam could feel the heat you generated and spread it along your center until your sighs were moans

He knew what patterns to trace long enough for your back to rise to his chest, struggling to return his kiss

And while your mind was still swirling with the remnants of your orgasm, Neteyam prepared himself for you

"Is this okay? Are you okay?" He wondered, just as out of breath as you

If he had you cumming with just his fingers, you could only imagine what else he could do

"Yes, please." Your eyes were surveying him with adoration.

He talked you through every step, asking you to speak up when it was too much or uncomfortable, but you didn't need to

Neteyam was gentle and easy, and you were plenty prepped for the stretch he offered you

So much so, you wriggled the rest of his length in you, both of you moaning and laughing one he reached your hilt

He leaned back over you, propped up on his elbows and lips ready to dive back into yours

"Ready for me to move?"

You nodded, and rid the space between you

First he started slow to make sure things were still in order

Then he picked up his pace until neither one of you could continue swirling your tongues together and just breathed into the crook of each other's neck

Your hands felt along the muscles of Neteyam's back, noticing how they flexed and whining

"Neteyam..." you reeled, "Show me I'm all yours."

It was like a connection was made after you purred those words into his ear

He didn't hesitate to take those words to heart and preform accordingly

By accordingly, he tucked a hand under the small of your back and lifted your hips a few inches, and ran his pelvis along your clit with each thrust

Meanwhile, he peppered wet kisses along your neck and chest, even going as far as to nip a few purple marks into your skin

"Mmm gonna cum baby - show you I'm mine."

You didn't object in the slightest, finding yourself nearing that same fate

His rhythm stuttered as he reached his climax, and returned to a snail like pace as he released in you

You both shared a sloppy kiss, feeling each other finish in unison and hold each other impossibly close

"Always gonna be yours..." you murmured between it all, feeling him smile against your lips

[paperultra]

magic.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader Word Count: 602 words Warnings: None

“Is this your card?”

“You know it's not,” you sigh, reclining back onto the pillows as Satoru holds up the card between his long fingers like a cigarette, his eyebrows waggling up and down obnoxiously. (Unfortunately, you also find it dreadfully cute). “I saw you skip it on purpose.”

His smirk twists into a pout. “Baaaabe.” He draws the pet name out on a string, dipping his head and peering up at you through his eyelashes. “You don't get it?”

“I chose the three of clubs –”

“No, no, no, no. You might've chosen that, but this is your card.”

Satoru shoves the queen of hearts towards your face and pauses for effect. “Because you're the queen of my heart.”

You blink. His eyelashes flutter, and the realization hits you perhaps a moment too late.

“… Are you trying to hit on me?”

“Is it working?”

“I am your spouse. We're married. We're on our shared bed right now.”

He sucks in a breath. “Damn, I'm better than I thought.”

“You're a dork,” you snort.

Satoru flicks the card away and tosses the rest of the stack somewhere onto the floor. He crawls toward you, prompting you to sink further into the pillows while he cages you between his arms.

A grin graces his pretty lips, eyes glowing blue, teeth bright and almost predatory.

“I thought I was your husband.”

“You're going to get out of bed tomorrow morning and make yourself slip on all those cards you threw on the ground.”

“No, I won't.”

“You'll pretend to cry and I'll laugh at you.”

“No, you won't,” he says childishly. “You'll sigh and say, ‘I told you so,’ and you'll take a picture and send it to Utahime before helping me up.” He pauses, his eyes darting shamelessly down to your lips. “And then we'll make out afterwards.”

Dammit, he's good.

“Only if you clean up the cards first.”

“Deal.”

With that, he lands a big, wet kiss on your mouth, and you scrunch your nose at the exaggerated sound effect he makes as he pulls away. Your hands grip the shoulders of his pajama shirt, wrinkling it underneath your palms.

“Gross,” you mumble before kissing him again.

His reply is muffled by your skin. “Nobody appreciates me in this godforsaken world.”

“Oh, stop it.” Letting go of his shirt to wrap your arms around his neck, you get the breath knocked out of you when Satoru suddenly collapses his entire weight onto you. “Oof – ’Toru, what the hell –”

He blows a raspberry into the crook of your neck and then rolls off you and onto the floor. After registering the sudden coldness, you crawl to the edge of the bed, watching him dutifully rake the spilled playing cards towards himself.

“Good boy,” you tease, resting a cheek in your hand.

“Careful,” he says lightly while fishing cards out from underneath the bed, “you're turning me on.”

You snicker.

Satoru grabs the rubber band from the nightstand and wraps the full deck of cards with it. He slaps the cards onto the nightstand, and with a loud, labored sigh, rejoins you on the bed and finagles the sheets to pull them over the two of you.

You turn off the bedside lamps. He slings an arm over your stomach, and in the darkness, you covet the warmth like light.

“You know the deal is null because there're no more cards for you to slip on, right?”

“Good thing I don't play by the rules, baby.”

“Oh, geez. Alright, Mr. Rebel.”

One breath. Two breaths.

“Love you.”

“Love you too. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

[zeestarfishalien]

I Am Your Dad But Also Not?

[DPxDC Week 2023 Day 7: Clockwork // Accidental Baby Acquisition // Misunderstanding]

• In which, Danny is Richard Grayson from an alternate universe (the dna matches even if all the names and history don’t)

“Papa, hold me!” The words were Danny’s only warning before the bundle of flying child plowed into him. He spun with the momentum, hands quickly gripping the little girl so she didn’t go tumbling away.

Despite her sure and enthusiastic greeting, she was not in fact Danny’s child. Or maybe she is now? He’s starting to get really confused. Apparently he looks and feels like her dad since she’s so clearly attached herself to him. Clockwork’s cryptic smiling is not helpful so he takes his newly acquired magical toddler and leaves.

At least he’s assuming her powers are magic or something. The last time he tried asking something that “obviously papa knows already” she got a look not dissimilar to a sad baby seal. Sad baby seals are not something Danny can resist evidently.

So, asking Clockwork is out and asking the child in question is out. Danny is running out of options and he has half a mind to just assume she’s his child from the future.

Luckily Danny is a genius, maybe not literally but his point still stands.

His idea? Brilliant.

Implementation? Flawless.

Hotel? Trivago.

The little one is outgoing enough that when Danny prompts her to introduce herself to Sam and Tucker (visiting on holiday), she goes off into a rambling of questions and information without even pausing for anyone to answer her questions.

That’s how they learn that she’s Mar’i Grayson and she lives in Blüdhaven most of the time, except when her Papa and Mama go on trips, then she’s stays with Grandpa Alfie and Grandpa B and Uncle Damian, but also sometimes Uncle Damian comes to stay with her and Mama and Papa because he sometimes gets into disagreements with Grandpa B.

She says disagreements in such a careful and proud way that Danny makes sure Sam and Tucker compliment her on her awesome vocabulary.

That just leaves them with the problem of getting Mar’i back to her own home dimension and parents, who are probably worried sick by her disappearance.

Danny really really hopes that Mar’i’s actual dad and mom have such an abnormal life that they might be able to find the infinite realms because trying to find her exact universe from his side of things without Clockwork’s help will be nigh on impossible

He really hopes she’ll recognize her real dad. Danny is not equipped for parenthood.

Or at least not equipped for a toddler. He was able to skip the whole toddler part with Ellie.

Speaking of Ellie and her horrible timing, she has chosen this exact time to get back from her grand adventure aka traveling the worlds and she proceeds to laugh so hard she can’t even stay on her feet. She resorts to floating along behind Danny and Mar’i cackling and occasionally heaving non great gasps of air only to fall back into the laughing cycle once more.

Danny’s shooing motions are ineffective and he’s not about to show a five-year-old the violence or language necessary to get Ellie to go away.

When she finally does stop laughing, she starts snapping pictures at every angle she can imagine. Which is a lot given that she’s a half ghost like Danny. She has yet to let her feet touch the ground but that doesn’t bother Mar’i who seems to have similar ideas about gravity. Her own feet rarely touching the floor as soon as she realized that beings work differently in the zone.

~•~

In the end Danny can only keep the ruse of fatherhood up for a couple of days. Mar’i is no fool even if she is five. She figures him out and she’s not even mad when he explains that he didn’t want her to be scared if she knew she was alone with strangers in a new place like this. Her magnanimous forgiveness is one of the best things Danny has ever experienced. He understands why people have kids now.

At the end of a week with no news from Clockwork and an increasingly homesick Mar’i, Danny takes her back to Clockwork’s tower to demand some action himself or at least get some ridiculous riddle to keep him and Mar’i occupied until the “time is right.”

Clockwork’s smile upon their arrival is bordering on deranged in Danny’s eyes and he hugs Mar’i closer as though to protect her from Time’s hands.

“It is time,” the god says and bangs his staff on the metal flooring of the tower.

Before Danny can demand an answer about that, a portal opens beneath him and both he and Mar’i go tumbling through.

YOOOO by my time, I am not late on any of these prompts (even though they are a lot shorter and more vague than I’d like. Can’t help it with the thumbs being the way they are). But like legit I am proud of myself. Deadlines are a thing I struggle with especially when it comes to writing. But I’m finally getting better with it. Middle school and high school me would both be crying tears of joy rn.

I love that we started with found family fluff and ended with it. Danny and Mar’i are going to have a very lovely and entertaining adventure together. It’ll be great.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Tall Drink Of Water

Does my little dance for @turbulentscrawl

Rated Mature | Warning: None

You have the same amount of energy Luca Balsa has, and many more given how you laid out on the floor rolling around playing with Ann's cat (you do not care if it is an Outer God that took the simple form of a cat to oversee whatever an Outer God oversees). The cat is playing with a ball of yarn you got from Annie in exchange for helping her with a toy project. The cat actually is playing with you rather than you playing with it, Alva a few times glances over to see being the one is playing with the yarn more than the cat.

Your logic for not fearing the cat is ‘I don’t worship it so I don’t have to follow its rules’. Neither does Alva yet here is a chosen one of that creature. His eyes linger on the way your shirt by now has ridden up exposing your stomach and dangerously close to the rest of your chest before you sit up and start petting the cat. 

It permits it the petting, the dotting upon, you have no idea you are worshipping it by doing that and Alva could not tell you otherwise given the cat is purring. When it has enough, it places its paw on your hand pushing it away then jumping on a chair and curling up in a ball to rest.

“I want five more babies, Alva.” Without context and him not paying attention you say those words.

“Excuse me?” Stopped his hands with his current task to make sure he heard you properly.

“Five more babies,” Pointing at the sleeping cat, “We can have different types too.” You bet Ann would agree but you might have to watch out for Ithaqua because you have seen him fearlessly chase the black cat. Weirdo.

The inventor needs a moment to recover, “I am sure the Apostle would not appreciate sharing your attention.” Resuming the final touches of the device he making.

You go to sit on the couch in the room then lay on it as you stare up at the ceiling before your eyes drift to other objects in the room before falling on the ass of the Hermit. Small, you can grab it and feel a bit of meat, a bubble butt. Your eyes follow the way his back is bent over slightly as he works over the workbench tinkering away.

“Alva,” You call out to him, “Have I ever told you how handsome you are?” “You do and I never grow tired of it.” He replies, “You are quite handsome too, (Name).” Sometimes sparks to life in his hand for a second then shuts off. “Yeah but,” You think for a moment then grin, “You’re a tall drink of water, baby.” Yeah, this is a good one! “And I’m thirsty.” Snickering. Both a funny and a compliment, genius.

Alva has learned to grow accustomed to your time of humor and language. Given you are from a different modern time, you are far different from the people of his time in every sense. He raises an eyebrow then shakes his head, “Given you also know how ridiculous that sounds,” He stops his task as he can feel his neck becoming strained and the statement you made is a hint. “(Name).” Turning around, “Come here a moment.” His index finger beckons you over where he is leaning against his workbench. 

It is cute how quickly you get up to go over to him and without skipping a beat you hug him, one who enjoys physical touching. A tactile person. He places his hand on your head petting your hair as you rest your chin on his chest with your eyes closed and a small content smile on your face, “I love you.” The words flow out easily from your mouth as you say them a dozen times with ease, you follow those words with action as you are happy to kiss his hand that traces your lips, his palm, then your eyes open halfway as you once again say, “I love you, Alva.”

“Do you need me?” A low sensual tone as you whine as his other hand starts at the lower part of your back, fingers tracing up your spine and the low-grade spark up your back makes you moan as he uses his power to stimulate your nerves. Strange as it sounds you found it gets you going a lot faster as he is directly stimulating your nerves and skin.

“My answer is always,” Though at times you feel bad given you have a much higher sex drive than the inventor. He is much lower, rarely does the mood strike him, but tries to be accommodating to your needs when he can keep with them.

Though you understand he is in the mood, it is understandable, you make it very clear to him that you never take more than what he can give. You are one to talk freely about your needs and listen to others about theirs, you had sat him down to ask what he needs from you and vice-versa.

“Are you sure? I have no problem using your shirt.” Asking to make sure he would not mind doing it right now, you can always wait for when he is ready. He got the hint you want to be intimate by your silly pickup line, something you do to hint but easy for him to know he can take his time. Plus, you like letting him know how handsome he is daily.

When you handle your own desires alone, you need something of his to keep on that edge, his shirt helps a lot.

God, you feel like you got it down bad for him— Because you are.

So bad that you ask him, sometimes, if he is comfortable with recording a ‘visual aid’.

A request and one he needed an explanation of. One you provided when he was sexually ready and you were the one teasing him. So you recorded yourself, well, let’s just say the man had a reminder of how different you both are from a technology standpoint too.

The recording on your phone plays back a video of you touching yourself as you call out his name. One of his spare shirts drapes over your body as you are a humping pillow. You are no pornstar but you are proud of your camera work!

You learned that day teasing Alva was returned tenfold and you were unable to return to your room until the afternoon of the following day.

Kissing your forehead, “I want to.”

The grandfather clock in the room strikes midnight and the soft tune of the clock plays.

You stand on the tip of your toes as he kisses you, slowly and methodically until the meow of the forgotten guest steals your attention.

“Pspsps.” Alva is looking annoyed at that damn cat as you slip away to kneel on the floor to pet its sleepy form, “Pretty kitty.”

“There is another kitty in need of proper attention if it returns to my side.”

You turn your head to see Alva Lorenz walking to his bed and sitting there patting his lap.

The hint in those words is not lost to you at all nor the Outer God cat as growls before standing up, jumping in the air, and disappearing.

“Aw.” You pout, “Do think it will come back later?”

“Let’s hope not,” He welcomes you into his arms as you straddle his lap, “Your attention is going to be elsewhere for a while.” His index finger traced the path of your jawline, his lips brushing against yours but not quite, no he let that tingle of electricity make it feel like he kissed you but you were not letting that slide as you grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt and lean forward kissing him and pushing him down.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

All that Jazz (dp x dc)

All Jazz had wanted to do was get white girl wasted at a random bar on a Saturday night. Was that really too much to ask? 

She’s been taking double-shifts at the convenience store to try and store up on cash despite all the motel payments. Danny did his best to help but he was still underage and more importantly, he looked it. The last thing they wanted was to make waves. That was how the creeps in white had found them the last few times after all.

So yeah, maybe Jazz had accepted her coworker's invite to go out tonight as a reward to herself for the last week and a half of especially long hours. Danny had been more than encouraging, practically pushing her out the door on her way there. 

And she’s been having a good time! Saturdays were karaoke nights and Jazz loved nothing more than drunk singing in front of equally drunk people. So she’s put her name down and went back to the bar for some more alcohol. She was technically a few years away from being legal but her fake papers said otherwise and that was all that mattered.

Now here she was, standing with the mic in her hand, and two Bastards in White staring straight at her. Oh sure, they were in civilians clothes but she knew what they were.

Jazz forcefully pushed down the panic and focused on the screen showing the lyrics to the song she’d chosen instead. She could work with this. They couldn’t grab her when everyone’s eyes were on her, could they?

So she pasted a smirk on her face and narrowed in on a buff woman in the crowd who was seemingly alone. Raising the microphone she mustered her best drunk girl voice.

“This one’s for you, baby,” she yelled and pointed at the woman.

That got people’s attention and someone cat-called, with a few people joining in and cheering. The woman only raised an eyebrow at Jazz but didn’t deny it right away. And then it was too late and the song started with Jazz going in on the first verse. She put her all into it, really exaggerating the drunk and loud aspect of the performance.

As they got closer to the chorus she skipped a few words to yell “Come on! You guys know it!”

She went back in just in time to finish the verse and as the chorus started she was singing the first words alone before one or two loud voice came in with her. After that, they were joined by most of the bar as they got through the song. The energy was high as the song finished and Jazz was ready to take advantage.

“How about another one, sweetheart?” The redhead asked the woman she’d singled out. The latter smirked with her arms crossed and a beer bottle in her arm before raising her hand to the side of her mouth. 

“You know me, baby. I'll take whatever you give,” she hollered back. Jazz mimed fanning herself as the crowd exploded in whistles and laughter.

Someone started the song as Jazz smirked. She blew a kiss towards the woman before she started singing.

The stage wouldn’t work forever as a deterrent but if she could slow the creeps for long enough she could maybe slip out the back while they tried to squeeze past the crowd.

The new song was another classic for people to sing along to and sing along they did. It was another few minutes of high energy crowd managing for Jazz who was feeling stone-cold sober from the adrenaline by now but still playing at being intoxicated.

“Had enough yet?” Jazz taunted and someone hooted. 

“Why, you getting tired?” The woman shot back and the crowd oohed. Jazz let that sit for a moment, milking the tension for all it was worth.

“Please,” Jazz drawled before pausing dramatically. “I can go all night long.”

And that had the crowd exploding in whistles and raucous laughter.

That was probably a good time to dip. As another song started to play, Jazz took the opportunity to hand the mic to the next singer and step down into the excited crowd, planning to loose the guys in white in the excitement.

Jazz was making good headway for the back door when someone stepped up to her.

“Oh baby,” the woman from before purred at her. “Where have you been all my life?”

“If I knew you were looking, I'd have come sooner,” Jazz answered with a saucy wink of her own. The creeps in white wouldn’t stop her from having a little fun at least. 

The woman let out a quiet snort before looking down at Jazz. “How about we get out of here and make some sweet music of our own, hey honey?”

Jazz was about to deflect with a flirty quip and slip out when she caught the woman’s eyes. Belying the quirk in her lips, her gaze was completely serious.

Jazz got the feeling that the pretty woman had caught on there was something fishy here. She didn't seem like the type that would let Jazz leave alone if she thought she could help. The redhead mentally shrugged and figured why not. She didn’t really have time to argue anyway.

“Let’s get out of here,” Jazz answered cheekily before flipping her hair and twirling towards the door.

“Lead the way, gorgeous,”  the woman drawled with a smirk.

This was either going to be fantastic or absolutely awful.

[macsimagines]

what would draken, shinichiro and kisaki do if they found out darling was trying to babytrap them

I love this prompt but I'll only be doing Shinichiro and Kisaki because I just did a Draken babytrap thing.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW, BABYTRAPPING, DUBCON

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

It's a dream come true when he catches you punching holes in condoms. He wants to make a baby with you so bad, but held back because he didn't want to rush things.

He was planning on wifeing you up first, but this is fine too. He probably was going to end up proposing to you in another month, but if this was just the 'natural' progression of things he wouldn't complain.

Probably doesn't confront you about what he saw you doing. He'd hate to embarrass you after all. He just figures he'll let it be a 'happy accident' and then you two can get married as soon as possible.

But he does start to take a bit more initiative through out the whole process, after all he wants to be a daddy just as bad as you want to make him one.

Starts asking to maybe skip the condoms altogether. "Hey, baby, one time should be fine right? I promise I'll pull out~" Does. Not. In fact it feels like he stuffs himself inside you harder when he cums, like he wants to plant it deepdeepdeep in you.

"Sorry about that baby, you just felt too good. I'll do better next time. Here, lemme try again."

Is pretty obvious about what he's doing, continues to fuck you and is whimpering the whole time begging; "Pleasemakemeadaddy, pleasemakemeadaddy, please-"

It works. Eventually you give him the good news and BOOM, guess who's gonna be a daddy?

Yandere!Kisaki Tetta (Bad timeline cause I said so)

You're his cute little assistant. You file his paperwork, pick up laundry and bring him his coffee like the dutiful little worker bee you are.

And because you're such a good girl, you spread your legs for him whenever he asks with no complaints or questions. You're such a sweet thing for him.

Honestly, he feels blessed to have found you after murdering his first love. You were never supposed to be a replacement just a way of release. But eventually you won him over. It didn't matter how hard he worked you or your pussy you always came back the next day ready to repeat the process.

But you're such a stupid little girl, you thought he wouldn't find out how you've been trying to get pregnant? Dumby. He knew the second you had started looking into fertility treatments, He knew when you stopped taking birth control, he knew because he had planned it all.

You work for him, and he provides your healthcare coverage, the birth control he had demanded you start taking were placebos, and the fertility doctor was chosen by him to give you the best possible care.

The future mother of his children only deserved the best and you were sooo devoted to him, he might as well as reward you with what you've craving right.

"Take it all, baby girl. Don't spill one fucking drop."

[findingnemosworld]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 ( 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 )

Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the sunlight which crept through the curtains; following a momentary instance of confusion, she comes to the realization that she's not in her home, rather she was in his home given the fact that the color scheme of the bedroom was no where near the one she had chosen, she turns to her left to be met with the curvature of his back that was covered in markings that spread warmth across her cheeks as she recalled the events of the night prior.

She sits up, and leisurely crawls out of his bed, fetching her dress as well as her undergarments - she got dressed, then grabbed her shoes before slipping out of the room in search of her purse, once she found it - she was about to head on out, before feeling slightly thirsty, she makes a beeline for the kitchen and fills up a glass of water and while she was drinking, her mind still clamored with thoughts from the night before, a deep yet soft voice interrupts her thoughts.

" Querida, Where are you going? "

She gasps, thankfully keeping a tight hold on the glass as she turned around to face him, with a tentative smiled she said. " I figured you'd want your alone time, so I was going to leave " softening when she saw his eyes furrow in confusion, coupled with the fact that he stood there shirtless and only clad in boxers had definitely sent waves of excitement straight to her lower abdomen.

" Querida " He sighs then walks up to her, tugging her to him then wrapping his arms around her waist to hoist her up and put her on the counter. " I don't have training today, so you know what I had in mind " he whispers.

" Hm " She hums, looking into his beautiful eyes.

" You, and me " He said with a cheeky smile, " Naked, getting to know each other in every way possible "

She giggles, hiding her face in his neck which elicited a soft chuckle from him. " Come on, I'm going to convince you to skip work and stay with me " he said, picking her up in his arms to take her back to his bedroom.

He undresses her then they exchange a few heated kisses before he steps back, " Sit down at the edge of the bed " he commands to which she complies, anticipating for the next move. " Lean back and spread those beautiful legs " he said with a soft yet commanding voice.

A soft gasp escapes her lips, followed by a soft whimper as she leaned back on the bed then spreads her legs to allow the cool air in the room to hit her pussy which incited a strangled moan from her, his gaze averts down and he couldn't contain the carnal groan that bubbles from him, " Rúben " she moans.

" Patience " He tuts, walking up to her then he leans down at face level with her glistening pussy, with a shaky hand; her uses his thumb to rub her clit and his other digit to tease her slick walls before flattening his tongue against her pussy, she squirmed under his ministrations which caused him to pull back and say in a slow commanding voice. " Lay still baby, otherwise I'm going to punish you "

" But it feels so good " She whines.

" I know it does but if you keep squirming then I won't be able to make you feel good " He tuts, placing both of her legs over his shoulders before he dives back and buries his face between her thighs, his tongue immediately darting inside of her pussy which incited another cry from her.

" Fuck " She gasps, arching her back off of the bed while her knuckles turned white from gripping the bedsheets tightly. " Right there Rúben, right there ... Oh Fuck! "

He nuzzled his nose up against her clit all the while his tongue continued to thrust in and out of her pussy coupled with his thumb rubbing her clit was enough to send her over the edge, the knot in her lower abdomen explodes and in about a few minutes, he crawls back up to her, his chin glistening with her arousal. " Did I convince you to say? "

She bites her lip then says, " Maybe I need more convincing "

He slams his lips onto hers while his hands struggle until he was able to remove his boxers, he spreads her legs and teases her pussy with the tip of his cock. " You ready baby? "

She nods with a shaky breath, " Yeah "

They both gasp the minute he thrusts in, " Fuck " he grunts, " Fuck ... baby, you take my cock so good in your pussy "

" Oh fuck ... " She whimpers, " Right there ... " she arches her back to meet his thrusts.

His thrusts quicken, becoming sloppier as his cock twitched inside of her, she squeezed his cock and moaned. " Cum in me, please "

" Are you sure? " He groans.

" Yes ... Yes " She gasps, " please "

" You'll cum first ok " His thumb rubs her clit while he continued to thrust in and out, " come on baby, come on ... cum for me "

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes and she drenches his cock in its entirety before his cock twitches inside of her walls then he spills himself inside of her. " Fuck " he groans, " Take all of it baby, such a good girl "

" Feels so good " She moans, tugging him by his chain to press a kiss to his lips before he pulls out and heads to the bathroom to fetch wet cloths to clean them up,

Once they were cleaned up, he tugs her in his arms then says. " You aren't going anywhere " he said.

[alespov]

Never set you free.- A.Wesker 18+

Tw: wesker is a toxic baby daddy, kinda yandere, possessive, swearing, fade to black sex,

a/n hope you enjoy loves <33 feedback is highly appreciated! For my follower special, I decided I was doing comfort character letters, which will be linked to my ko-fi. I had a post talking about it, had to take it down because some people asked me to include cod characters, which I will. But if you want one from Resident Evil, just go to my ko-fi. 🫶🏻 If you have questions please reach out!

Hmm, quite a step-down, isn't it? But I suppose it's the best one could expect from you." He stood nonchalantly against the doorframe, observing as you hurriedly packed your daughter's bag for her stay at her father's house and her cheerleading practice session. 

"Excuse me? What are you trying to imply?" Whirling around too quickly, you accidentally knocked the neatly folded clothes onto the floor. With an exasperated sigh, you bent down to pick them up.

The man smirked and responded with a biting, sarcastic tone. "I'm merely stating the truth – he's no match for me. And eventually, believe me, you will realize your mistake and come crawling back." 

You were going to reply, but you heard light footsteps and decided against your statement.

“Daddy!” You heard your daughter scream while running into her dad's arms. He picked her up easily and gave her a tight hug.  He sat her down gently, and she ran to you and gave you a tight hug. You smiled and kissed her forehead. She let you go and you grabbed her bag and handed it to her. 

“Have fun at practice sweetheart and make sure you behave for your dad. She skipped out with her dad, and you fell on your bed exhausted. Wishing it didn’t have to be like this. 

There are many things you could say about Albert Wesker, starting with his questionable morals and his overall manipulative personality. Despite the character flaws, he was the best dad, he’s always been there for Wren. 

Your phone buzzes and you reach over and grabbed it. 

Unknown Number : 

“Remember what I said dearheart, you’ll come crawling back to me. Besides I’m not so fond of another man raising our daughter… 

Frustrated, you forcefully tossed your phone onto the plush bedspread. Thoughts raced through your mind – who did he believe himself to be? 

Patrick had proven to be an attentive and caring boyfriend, always treating you with the utmost respect and demonstrating a strong bond with Wren. 

Wesker, on the other hand, could take a hike; ultimately, his own arrogance led to the downfall of your relationship. His perpetual absence and inflated pride were insufferable.

You inhaled deeply, striving to regain composure and evict thoughts of Wesker from your mind. 

After all, you had a romantic evening arranged with Patrick – a far more deserving focus for your attention.

You simply had to effortlessly slip into your elegant dress and step out of the comfort of your home. With a sense of anticipation, you gracefully slid your feet into your stylish shoes and draped a coat over your shoulders. The destination Patrick had chosen was a charming restaurant nestled an hour away, allowing for a pleasant drive filled with anticipation.

Until your phone started ringing, you sighed and pulled your car over. You glanced down at your phone and sighed. ‘Unknown Number’ 

You clicked the accept button hastily and brought the phone to your ear. 

“Hello?” you asked annoyed, you already knew who it was. 

“Dearheart? Where are you?” He demanded 

You scoffed and groaned “Seriously Wesker, I'm heading to my date.” He made a noise and added. 

“Well looks like you'll have to cancel. Our dear Wren is missing her mommy.” 

“Albert for god's sake, be her dad. Besides Wren is eight, and I highly doubt she misses me. You’re fucking jealous. I've had it with your remarks.” you shouted at him, you quickly clicked off the call and resumed driving to the restaurant.

Once you arrived, you parked your car and made your way to the modern restaurant. You noticed Patrick was waiting outside for you. You smiled and rushed up to you, with roses. 

"Hey, dear" he whispered into your ear as he pulled you into a warm embrace, causing an uneasy feeling to grow in the pit of your stomach. Perceptive as always, he noticed your reluctance and gently inquired about your discomfort. "Oh, it's nothing major, darling. It's just that I'm not particularly fond of that nickname." His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at you with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Seriously?" he grumbled, "But it's just fine when your baby daddy calls you that, huh?"

‘Patrick what the hell is up with you.” You distanced yourself from him. “You know what it doesn't fucking matter. I didn't want his sloppy seconds anyhow. 

As tears welled up in your eyes, you hastily wiped them away. "Where on earth did this come from?" you inquired in a hushed tone. The air around you seemed to thicken with tension. ” You asked quietly. “Oh? Your daddy baby has been bragging about how you and him are getting back together.”

“That's crazy, we’re not.” you cried out. Without listening to you Patrick stormed off.

Rushing to your car with a heavy heart, tears streaming down your face, you contemplated dialing Wesker and unleashing your fury. But deep down, you knew it wouldn't change anything. So, you gripped the steering wheel tight and navigated the lonely roads back home, accompanied by nothing but the deafening silence.

Exhausted from the day, you parked your car and trudged towards your front door, unlocking it with a feeling of relief. The moment you stepped inside, you kicked off your tight, uncomfortable heels and carelessly tossed your bag onto the couch. With a heavy heart, you made your way towards the bedroom, needing nothing more than to let out a good cry while indulging in some sweets or even that tempting fruit platter you had picked up earlier.

Entering the kitchen to gather your comfort snacks, an eerie sensation washed over you – as if someone was watching your every move. You noticed someone in the shadows moving and you shakily called out. 

“Who’s there?” your voice trembled and you grabbed the closest object to you; which happened to be a can of Lysol. Which caused you to roll your eyes.

“No need for that dearheart, it's just me.” Wesker emerged from the corner of the room and you gasped annoyed, yet thankful. 

“Get out!” 

“You don't mean that, I was just checking in on you after all. I suppose your date wasn't man enough for you.” Wesker explained. 

“Where Wren? “ you asked impatiently 

“Such a good mommy, she's with grandma.” He cooed at you while walking toward you. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. “Now c’mon dear, you know as well as I do, we haven't lost feelings for each other.” 

He began kissing your neck, tenderly. You tilted your neck giving him full access. He began to leave love bites and pressed you up on the counter. “Don’t worry dear I haven't forgotten what you liked.” 

He picked you up carried you to your bedroom, and laid you on the bed. 

sorry for the cliffhanger, will be part two :)