#sorry this was so long i just had something awakened deep inside me

[allweknowisnow]

Oh. My. God. Iam. such a sucker for sensual boys I-

[kaivenom]

Hi! Can I request telling the One Piece Dilfs to make you pregnant? :d

Asking the One Piece Dilfs to make you pregnant HCS

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

A/N: OMG this week people are going crazy with requests for these amazing men. I hope you like it

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

He got really turned on.

He put his weight on you, his chest on your back and his thrusts starting to become painfully slower.

His hot breath now on your neck, bitting and kissing.

"So you want my seed? you want to bear my lineage," you nodded, suddently embarrased of your words, "i would like to do that with you, filling you up and seeing your round belly."

He continued with that filthy speech impulsed by his recently discovered breeding kink.

Every thrust being more powerful and intoxicating than the last one, until he came inside you, a lot.

He rolled over and put you onto his chest.

"I don't know how good i will be with children but since i had Zoro and Perona around here two years, i think i have a little experience. Prepare yourself, this night you will end up pregnant."

You were so flustered and turned on that you couldn't answer, but you know tomorrow you won't be able to walk.

Donquixote Doflamingo

The perfect excuse to be more rough with you.

He simply didn't really care about the thing of making you pregnant, he was just turned on about being able to cum inside you over and over.

That night was really exhausting for you.

"Ohh, my little slut wants to be a mother? then you should be able to take it, if you can't take my dick how would you take my child?"

When he finally stoped getting his multiple times with you, you passed out of exhaustion.

You didn't notice how he got up and went to the window with a bottle of alcochol.

"Stupid woman, how would you want my child... i can't deny anything to you, even that. It would be bad like me or good like Corazon." he spent the rest of the night thinking about every posible future for the child and for you two, "at least i can try to be funny and get them whatever they could think of... better leave the education to her."

Sr. Crocodile

"You have everything you want from me, my money my house, my love and know my child? you are a very vicious one, my woman."

His thrusts were deep and rythmical, with all the conversation he didn't stopped or changed his way with you.

"How would think of people if they saw you have my child? I am a criminal, a very wanted one, i am dangerous. How could someone like you think it's a good idea to have a family with me? How could you think i want you to have it with me?"

That last phrase was really cruel and you made him stop, flipping yourself and force him to look at you in the face, to see how angry you are.

"I am dating you, idiot, i love you stupid Crocodile... it is that strange that after a couple of years of dating i want a family?" you wanted to slap him but he stopped you with a strange face.

"It's not strange, in fact i thought about that too but think, i am a wanted man with a really dangerous environment, do you really want to expose yourself like that? and a child?"

"I am already exposed, there is no going back, just continue and take the next step. We know how to take care of ourselves, right?"

"Yes, youre right... and sorry for talking rude to you."

Smoker

It awaken something on him.

It was in the middle of the act and you say it in the heat of the moment but that froze him.

Suddently you are turn over and you are facing him again, his eyes full of insecurity and awkardness.

"Do you really want it?" you blinked a couple of times, all the hornyness going away, this is serious "I have a stable job, we've been together for a long time and well... maybe it's not so bad the idea of being parents."

Yo nodded with a sincere smile while stroking his cheek slightly.

"I would love to be a parent with you."

Then he started again with his thrusts, this time more tender and full of love.

Akagami Shanks

You were riding him and he put his hands on your thights, stopping you from moving.

"I don't oppose to the idea of filling you up until you can´t take it anymore but do you really think we are capable of raising a child on a pirate ship?" his face was halfway into laughing but you know he is being dead serious.

"I think yes, you were raised on a pirate ship and you ended up well."

He couldn't deny that, you were absolutely right.

"If we think of doing this, you won't get out of the ship while pregnant or you will be accompained everywhere and when you give birth you will take care of the child while i..."

You pinched his cheek frustated.

"This would be OUR child, i get it will i am pregnant but after that we take turns, i won't be in lock down like the child is a virus."

You didn't stopped pinching his cheek until he agreeded with you.

"I love you and we will take care of she."

"She? You already put a gender?"

"Then i will have my queen and a princess... if we have two? a prince and a princess?"

"Step by step."

[faustiantales]

𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖞

Dark Descent: Atsushi Murasakibara X fem/afab!Reader

Twisted Truths: incest, underaged sexual activities, dubcon, cunnilingus, slight somnophilia

Synopsis: It's no surprise that Atsushi loved eating sweets. That's why when he was suddenly woken up by his grumbling stomach in the middle of the night, he decided to pay a visit to his unlimited supply of ambrosia — his little sister.

Shadows Lengthen: 900+ words

        "So sweet..." Atsushi whispered against her wet lower lips, tongue languidly licking her delicious juices that pooled out from his ministration. 

        It was around midnight that the purple-haired basketball player was struck with hunger. At first, he tried to ignore his grumbling stomach. Still, after a few minutes of trying to convince himself to ignore it, he decided to give up on the thought altogether and just go for it, or else, he would never be able to fall asleep. And so, he went straight to his little sister's bedroom.

       Atsushi always loved the taste of his little sister's pussy ever since he first got a taste. Not only did she taste amazing, but she also smelled good, too. Her smell was like strawberries fresh out of the oven. Her scent made him feel so content and warm when he had a craving for some sweetness.

        The man always tried his best to take care of his sister and treat her well. He would always treat her with something sweet to eat, believing that it will make her sweeter, thus, producing even more delicious nectar from her cunt. He was right, though—his sweet sister is delicious in every aspect, from her mouth to her skin, from her toes to her breasts, from her ass to her cunt, and all over the body.

        "More," he growled against her wetness, tongue entering her hole to ravage the insides. "Please let me taste more..."

        A moan escaped his sister's lips while he continued sucking her clit, his hands rubbing vigorously between her thighs as his tongue laved the inner flesh of hers. She shuddered as he suckled harder, her moans growing louder by the second. Atsushi thrust his long tongue inside her tight hole, feeling her muscles twitch erratically from his action. Despite the chance of waking her up, the purple-haired brother didn't stop, as if it didn't matter if his dear sister slowly stir awake from his starved ravaging of her cunt.

        And that, she did.

        "Ngh...Nii...chan...?" the girl babbled, still groggy from being awakened from her deep sleep that she could barely register the overwhelming pleasure in her nether region.

        The feeling of his strong fingers caressing her soft thighs sent her into a daze. And the sensation of his long tongue swishing through her juicy folds was the last straw for the sleeping beauty, sending her to wakefulness all the same. It was only when her eyes fluttered open that the girl realized how much she was enjoying the pleasurable sensation that his hot tongue has inflicted upon her pussy and she immediately felt embarrassed by what happened. 

        "Ah...Nii...chan~" she mewled, arching her back from the pleasure but didn't do anything to stop him.

        Atushi smiled, caressing her quivering legs soothingly. "Sorry, I woke you up. I was hungry."

        "Do...you have...to—ngh!—eat me...right now?" she panted, willing her half-asleep body not to convulse from her brother's skillful tongue. "Why don't you...eat something from the fridge? There's still...some leftovers from...dinner. Ah! Niichan!"

        The girl clenched her mattress, teeth gritted together while her eyes shot at the back of her head. Her body arched automatically when Atsushi did one pleasurable thrust of his long tongue into her battered hole, the sensation sending goosebumps all over her entire body. She was so sensitive that at this moment, it really didn't matter whether she was conscious of what he was doing, so she just couldn't stop herself from moaning and gasping and whimpering.

        "You're the tastiest," the man replied, hovering over her small, weary form overwhelmed with pleasure. Atsushi licked the juices from his mouth, purple eyes lidded with desire and insatiable desire. A devilish grin crawled to his face as soon as the words left his lips, his dark eyes glowing wickedly as he stared at the small figure beneath him. "Why should I bother eating leftovers when I have you?"

        "Just..." she panted, chest rising and falling while sweat littered her skin. She fluttered her lids open, [e/c] hues staring at her older brother's purple ones. Soon, her bottom lip puckered into a pout. "...I hate when you wake me up like that, Niichan..."

        "Sorry," his wide shoulders drooped, looking somewhat apologetic, the corner of his lips curving into a slight frown.

        "Geez... You're so needy, Niichan," she huffed, playfully rolling her eyes.

        "But you enjoyed it, right?" his grin returned, a mischievous glint in his amethyst pools.

        The girl's face flared up at his words and immediately blushed crimson from the tips of her ears to the top of her neck. She averted her gaze shyly, unable to deny her older brother's statement. At this point, no amount of pleading could change the truth, after all. So, she simply nodded in response instead.

        "Hm... How about I make it up to you? For waking you up?" Atsushi suggested, caressing her cheeks and making her turn to him.

        "How?"

        At her innocent question, the purple-haired teen grinned mischievously. "I want to fuck you. Let me make it up to you by fucking you senseless so that you can fall back to sleep from pleasure."

📜— Return to the Shadowed Archive

[creedslove]

LONGING ✨

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: His longing for you is going to be the death of him, especially if he thinks he isn't good enough

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of paid sex

A/N: it's been a long time since I managed to write something more than a headcanon, but you know, it feels I'm back, modestly and Pedro Pascal and his smooth clean shaven plus mustache face is to blame for my return, it has awakened something in me

1.5k words

Javier was embarrassed, ashamed and mortified. He didn't want to do that, to ask you that, but at the same time he really did. More than that, he was desperate, he needed to ask and to know your answer. When he stepped inside your apartment earlier, all he could think of was standing by your side and taking care of you, while you went through another one of your dreadful migraine episodes. At first he was really torn between showing up or not, worried that would make him look like a sick lovey puppy, but at the same time, it was exactly what he was and even if he couldn't be with you in that way, he still wanted to be a part of it and enjoy some time with you, allowing himself to pretend there was something more than just the bond you two shared over a total unexpected friendship that grew between you both. He liked spending time with you overall, more so when you were alright, excited and willing to have a drink, go out, dance or just act as the only ray of sunshine that truly mattered in his life; but there was something about just standing silently next to you, making you a cup of tea and playing with your strands of hair very gently it made him come running to you every single time he sensed you weren't doing that well.

No matter if the lights were dimmed, if the TV was low and you were lying on the couch, your head on his lap as his fingers ran through your hair and he could just enjoy how cozy everything around him was. He still had a question, a doubt hammering his chest and it made him uneasy, needing to let it go and just get to the bottom of it as soon as possible.

“Cariño…” Javi's voice was soft as you opened your eyes at his calling, it always made you flutter to be addressed like that by him “...can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, Javi…”

“I-I like this woman… I don't know how to approach her, and what should I do?”

There he said it. It was out in the open, his pathetic question aimed at you with a slightly shaken voice, he felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he felt himself back in the seventh grade. He needed to know, he needed to open up and tell you you were that woman, he needed to see if he had any chance with you, but then, he couldn't bring himself into doing it, it was paralyzing, because it wasn't just lust, or a silly crush, it was more than that, it was craving, passion, love.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh softly, not sure where that joke was coming from. Why was Javier talking like an inexperienced schoolboy was a mystery to you, so raising your head from his lap and sitting straight up on the couch, staring at him with a confused frown, you could see there was no laughter, not even a smirk, he was completely serious about his question and you felt unsure what to say.

“Oh.. you mean that?! I'm sorry..” you chuckled a little embarrassed and licked your lips thinking of what to say next, being honest was always the best and the go to option between the two of you “well, Javi that's surprising, I mean, you are Javier Peña, women like you, not the other way around you know what I mean? You can get any girl you want, so this one just made you lost?”

Javi took a deep breath and ran his hand through his jaw, looking at you and nodding, making it so obvious his discomfort.

“Yeah…” his hand traveled through his hair still shyly “I just like her, for real… thought it wouldn't happen to me, the idea of, you know, being in love seemed so distant. I don't know what to do”

“Is this like Lorraine?”

Javi chuckled at that; the only love reference you ever got from him was a woman he left at the altar when he wasn't much more than a teenager. He was a mess, not being able to develop a single meaningful relationship in his life and suddenly aiming for it with you, while you weren't even aware of that. Shaking his head, he looked into your eyes

“No, Lorraine was different… I liked her, but I didn't love her. I was also younger, immature and a real dick, but that was long ago and she forgave me and found a decent man to build a family with. This is different now, I don't know what to do, what to say, I feel I'm not enough…”

“Well Javi…”

“All I'm saying is that I feel I'm not worthy, you know? What could I do so she would see I'm real..”

“You can always stop the whoring, Javi”

You shrugged and smiled, sort of joking at the same time he tilted his head and watched you attentively, he wasn't expecting that answer but now he got it, he was intrigued.

“What I mean is that if you want to show this girl you like her, you gotta stop going after any women, no prostitutes, that kind of stuff. You see, if it were me for example, it would be a deal breaker, I wouldn't want to be with a man who does that. No offense Javi, you are a great guy, but in a romantic sense I guess no woman would be okay with knowing their boyfriend is well-known all over the whorehouses in Bogota… it would be embarrassing, humiliating even, to know whenever you get into a place with your boyfriend everyone knows he's been sleeping around”

Javier went silent. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he stared into your eyes. That's what you thought of him; he knew you didn't mean to offend him, you knew you didn't judge him for his ways of life, as long as you remained in the friendship area. It was as clear as the sky you would never be involved with him. He couldn't even blame you for it, only himself for ever thinking he could have a shot with you. He didn't know what to say, he wasn't necessarily offended, he was simply disappointed in himself and his unrealistic expectations, he was heartbroken because he had ruined everything before he could even start it.

“Y-you think she wouldn't be with me because of that?”

You noticed how upset Javi seemed and you immediately regretted the words you'd said. You were so used to being honest and straightforward towards him, it didn't even occur to you your words could hurt him. Words never seemed to hurt Javier Peña in the first place, so why was that so different? It didn't make any sense to you, sighing you looked into his beautiful sad eyes once more.

“I don't know her, Javi… maybe this isn't a big deal for her, all I'm saying is that if it were me, I wouldn't be okay with it, I guess, but you're a wonderful man, no matter what and if she's worthy of you, she'll love and accept you no matter what”

“You think I'm disgusting?”

His words broke your heart, you could never think that of him, he was your Javi, and even if you didn't agree with his way of living, you cared about him. Placing your hands on his cheek and caressing them gently.

“Of course not, Javi… I am just jealous I guess, I wouldn't want that many women around my man, and I think you deserve so much better than that. You are handsome, sweet, intelligent, you shouldn't have to pay for that, you should be able to have a family…”

You said sweetly and Javi gave you a sweet, sad smile, you didn't know if he agreed or not, but he held your hand in his and stroked it with his thumb. He'd always been so gentle with you, he was often much better than you deserved it. Whoever that girl was, she was damn lucky.

“Do you mean that, cariño?”

“Yes, amor…”

Javi's heart raced as you called him that. Amor. Love. Could it possibly be it? Perhaps he did have a chance?

“You know Javi, the embassy ball is coming, maybe you should invite your girl to come with you” you suggested and he chuckled, it was his turn to place his hands on your cheeks, always dwarfing them with how big he was compared to you. Javi still wondered if you were playing hard to get or if you really hadn't realized you were his girl.

“You're right cariño, but I could invite anyone in the world, and none of them would be as beautiful as you are”

He loved you, his heart ached from the longing he felt, he didn't know if he had a chance with you, sometimes he thought so, and sometimes he was sure you were way out of his league, but one thing he knew for sure: he'd love you for the rest of his life no matter what.

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[luviwon]

brat tamer jay spanking reader for misbehaving 😵😵 reader's hands tied above her head with his tie and since he was too pissed off to remove her clothes, he just slipped the straps off her dress off. Going feral rn. Oh and I read 'alluring me' and it was soo good you have a way with words and you do it so well. I hope your blog reaches even more success <3

\\ thank you for your sweet words, love! i hope you enjoy the short drabble, please don’t hesitate to come to me again <3

“will you ever learn from your mistakes?" jay asked, biting his cheek and crossing his arms in annoyance. you found yourself hanging in front of him, your hands tied to the coat rack. "i’m sorry," you whispered, too afraid to meet his eyes. you could feel the weight of how much you had upset him this time, and it was clear he needed to vent his frustration. "let's see for how long you can handle this," he stated.

before you could answer, with a swift, angry motion, he unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from his waist, holding it firmly in his right arm. the leather felt heavy and the metal clinked softly as he moved. his eyes narrowed, and without a second thought, he turned to face you. the sight of him gripping the belt tightly sent a rush of shivers through you, your heart racing in response. it wasn’t much of a fear tense, but an unexpected impatience to be punished by him.

you did him wrong and you needed to be taught a lesson, right? he needed to discipline his bratty girl. your wrists started to get sore in the tight knot formed by his tie, your body feeling heavier as he stepped closer towards you. with a sudden flick of his wrist, he swung the belt up into the air, the leather slicing through it with a sharp crack that echoed off the walls. you knew what to expect.

you wore a dress that felt like liquid silk, the deep sapphire color wrapped around you perfectly, highlighting your curves and drawing in the light. jay stood close, his gaze intense and hungry. he held the cool leather of the belt in one hand, while the other slowly reached for the delicate straps of your dress. his fingers brushed against your skin, sending a thrill through you. as he harshly pulled the straps down, a shiver ran down your spine, igniting every nerve. the straps slid off your shoulders, exposing your collarbone and upper chest.

“be quiet and it will be finished soon” he whispered, unable to hide away a sly smirk.

with a sudden movement, the cold material of the belt hit your round ass with a powerful gesture, making you whimper and move your body forward, while biting on your lower lip to prevent yourself from disturbing his silence. it took jay just another second to spank your butt again, this time harder as satisfaction grew inside him. the view of you crying out and taking your punishment so well awakened something within him.

“does it feel good being reminded to stay a good girl, princess?” he stated, pulling your dress lower to fully expose your perky tits. without second thoughts, he spanked your breasts with the same belt, admiring the red mark formed already on your skin. it looked so good on you, the pure evidence of his punishment. it looked even too good that he had to do it again, harder, another set of marks forming along.

it hurt so much but it felt so freaking good that you couldn’t help but lightly moan out his name. jay noticed how your nipples hardened after the painful impact, only making him chuckle ironically “aren’t you such a nasty girl for enjoying this?” he asked on a sarcastic tone. “jay, that’s no-,” “your nipples say it all” he breathed, lowering his face down to give them a small nipping.

whimpers couldn’t be avoided as you were a whole mess, half naked with red marks on your chest area, much likely under your dress as well. if he wasn’t so pissed off, maybe he would have lifted your dress too to give you a proper punishment and turn your ass into a whole different colour. but wouldn’t that bring you even more pleasure? what kind of punishment is it then?

“jay,” you whispered, crossing your legs as soon as you felt his mouth on your sensitive buds. he stood back up, bringing the belt upon your ass again, seriousness growing on his face. it was all fun and games until he actually needed to make sure you will be obeying from now on. “it will be so sore to even sit down after i finish with you” he ‘assured’ you, spanking your ass again, feeling the pain growing each time, just as your moaning did.

[petriwriting]

Vero Amore - Theodore Nott X Reader (Part 5 - Finale)

Summary: Theodore is on trial for being associated with voldemort due to his father and family history, His odds arent looking so good. Luckily for him you are called to the stand to testify on his behalf, and you just might be the key to his innocence.

Fluff, established previous relationship, Exbf!Theo, Older!Theo and others. Post hogwarts.

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You were shocked, utterly confused, you still loved him, but this was such a bad moment for a kiss. you scolded yourself for acting the way that you did and for not explaining yourself that day. 

Theodore had kissed you, and you pulled away suddenly. He was concerned with your reaction, his thought was that you were seeing someone and he would hate to get in the mix of that. He didn't want to hurt you more than he already managed to do so. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" he said, but you had cut him off. you grabbed your things and headed for the door. "Wait!" Theodore practically lunged himself in front of the space between you and the door. you turn away, almost unable to face him. your emotions are raging. your heart was being pulled in two different directions. On one side was the deep, abiding love you felt for Theo. He was the love of your life, your one true love, you always told yourself that because deep down you knew it to be true. But on the other hand, you were in such an awkward phase of your life, you were struggling with finding yourself after the war and its aftermath. You didn't want to simply fall back into the old habit and turn to what was comfortable. You wanted to grow. "I need to leave." you whisper. Theodore didn't object, being complacent he opened the door for you, although everything in him was dying to reach out to you and stop you. He loved you too much for his own good sometimes.

you couldn't deny the intense feelings you felt despite trying in the following weeks.The chemistry between you and theo was electric and undeniable. The more you thought it over, the more the spark grew into a burn of desire. Theodore awakened parts of you that had gone dormant over the years. you felt alive again in a way you hadn't for a long time, that amazing feeling of being in love was slowly starting to come back. and you realized it could potentially complicate things, but that you wouldn't let the fear stop you from being away from him. Despite forgiving him for hurting you, you were scared something else could happen. a fear that was well known. You found yourself regretting leaving his flat that evening, and not saying anything after. It had been 2 and a half weeks to be exact. After some heavy contemplation and consideration, before overthinking yourself to death, You found yourself at his doorstep yet again, secretly hoping he wouldn't be home so you could avoid the confrontation. That anxious feeling rising in your chest. You knocked gently on the door. You heard shuffling from within the apartment and slowly the door opened, and Theo presented himself. "hi." he said. "I'm really happy to see you." he says. Before giving him the chance to say another word, you begin to explain your actions. "I'm sorry Teddy, that wasn't right of me to leave. I was so scared, because the feelings I had for you that I thought had gone away," you sighed. "I still have those feelings for you. they never went away." you admit. "And I want to move forward, and grow with you. I shouldn't have rejected you," you say. Theodore says your name tenderly. "Will you stay this time?" he asks. "Yes." you step inside, and without hesitation you kiss him. deeply, passionately. It was an embrace you would remember forever, a moment frozen in time. "I love you."

You find shelter in the warmth of his apartment, where you stayed the night, It was the first night of many. 

EPILOGUE

You are setting the dinner table at the Nott manor, a place that has been refurbished and decorated to your liking. Candles are lit, and the curtains are open letting the warm glow of the evening sunshine to pier through each window. A place that was once haunted with terrible memories has now been replaced with a place full of new memories, happy ones full of love. You children run around the table, playing. A son with the spitting image of his father, and a daughter who shares her parents features. They laugh and play, "Come sit, dinner is almost ready." you exclaim. The young children go to their seats, laughing and giggling while making faces at each other. In a few years time they will be at Hogwarts, which is a scary but happy thought for you and your husband. Theodore approaches the kitchen with a bowl of fresh pasta, and a plate of chicken. setting it down. His eyes are still the same cool tone, less sunken in despite his old age. His hair is icey, nearly graying. The more recent years have been much more kind to him. He grabs the utensils, helping you finish setting up the table for dinner. A fresh salad, Chicken, pasta, and homemade rolls. All from Theodore's family recipe book, the house smells like fresh bread and springs of herbs. Soon enough, you are enjoying a family dinner together. you created the most beautiful family you could possibly imagine. The children are loved by their parents and you both love them dearly, there is no threat of war hanging over them, they get to be naive and curious as they approach the world, it's all Theo or yourself could possibly ask for. Your family is happy. "Daddy?" your daughter asks, "can you help me?" she says. Your son, who is a handful of years older than his sister is devouring his plate, enjoying every bite of food. Your daughter, however, is much younger, and is struggling to cut up pieces of her chicken to eat. her small hands keep dropping the fork and knife. "I can help, love." you say gently, standing to reach forward. "no!" she says. "I want daddy to help me." she insists. You glance at theo with a smile, realizing he is finally loved in his childhood home. You watch as Theodore reaches for your daughter's plate, placing it in front of him. Your daughter's soft dark curls fall into her face as she climbs onto her fathers lap. Theodore grabs her hands and guides her on how to cut the meat, smiling, being as encouraging as ever. "oh merlin! This is delicious!" your son says. "Please don't say that at the dinner table!" you scold him. He's Theodore's mini-twin. "Thanks dad!" he exclaims. you begin to eat, and it is amazing. "You can thank your grandmother for the recipe." Theodore says, your daughter went back to her seat with her plate. A bit of sadness washes over him as they will never be able to meet his mother. She would have loved to see his beautiful little family. 

[strawberrykidneystone]

Turians Don’t get Jealous

summary: shepard told vega that him calling her lola doesn’t affect her relationship with shepard, but what if it did👀

a/n: @sliceoflifeshepard THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!!!

tags: porn with plot and feelings, previous talk of sexual boundaries and safe word implied, jealous sex, possessive garrus, spanking, biting, scenting (sorry not sorry), pussy eating, au where shepard can get creampied idc, playful banter, pet names

ao3 version

(post garrus date and vega hangout)

"c'mon lola, i saw you and vakarian at the casino, you've been holding out on me!"

garrus internally cringed and clenched his jaw, facing away from the two in the shuttle bay, suddenly very interested in the scope on his rifle. there's that nickname again, lola. why did it give him a pit in the bottom of his stomach? remembering the moment didn't help much either. dancing with shepard when she let go and looked at vega for a second before going back to their dance, it awakened something in him. he knew the flirting was all fun and games with vega, but that didn't mean he didn't still feel slightly perturbed. the nickname truly didn’t bother him in the beginning, but now that he and shepard were official, he couldn’t help but feel… territorial.

"and you've seen me dancing at purgatory too, the only reason I was good last time was because I had an excellent lead."

god she was complimenting him, but he still had a deep pit in the bottom of his stomach. they should go out dancing more often, he doesn't want all the lessons he took to go to waste after all.

garrus came up behind her and laid his hand on her lower back, squeezing softly. he leaned down to her height and purred into her ear, "shepard, i have something very important to show you in your cabin."

a smirk tugged its way onto her lips and she patted the eager turian on the chest, "i'll meet you up there big guy, i just have to finish up with vega."

garrus was less than pleased, his brow plates furrowing and his mandibles flaring slightly. he grumbled and rubbed his cheek against her head as if scenting her (he was) before reluctantly pulling away, "don't be too long."

as garrus pouted away towards the elevator, shepard returned to what she was originally doing with vega, fixing the damn scope of his shotgun since he apparently "had done everything to fix it but it still wasn't working!" she could sense that something was off about the way garrus way acting, but didn't want to assume anything. he knew that there was nothing between her and vega, right? he was like her little brother, and lola was just a harmless nickname. vega was the one who kept her grounded when she was forced into retirement earth. she probably would've gone insane without him, but it was solely platonic, no matter how much vega commented on her curves.

once the scope finally clicked into place, she set down the shotgun at his workstation and sighed to herself, quickly cleaning up the small mess of screws and bolts. shepard nodded to vega and stepped into the elevator, heading up to her cabin. well, at this point, garrus spent most of his nights in the private room when he wasn't in the main battery, so it was more their own shared space. the thought made her smile to herself as the elevator climbed up the floors, it felt nice to share something with someone she truly cared about. the elevator opened with a soft ding and she slowly approached her door, not knowing what was waiting for her on the other side. hopefully not an angry turian.

shepard opened the door and peeked inside, seeing garrus standing at the foot of the bed seemingly lost in thought.

“garrus?”

he turned around and eyed her like she was a tall glass of water in the middle of the desert, “fancy seeing you here.”

“in my own room?”

“awe and here i thought i was our room now.”

that cracked a smile on shepard’s face and she strolled up to garrus, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“sorry, our room.”

garrus leaned his forehead down and pressed it against hers, closing his eyes. there was still something off about him that shepard couldn’t quite place. there was a heat radiating off of him and his neck was slightly glowing blue, something she’s come to recognize as blushing in turians.

garrus leaned down and nipped at her neck, she responded in kind by tilting her head in the opposite direction, exposing her entire neck to him. he couldn't resist anymore, he needed to mark her as his and only his. shepard shivered as she felt his hot breath on his neck, gasping as she felt him bite at the side of her neck. the two stayed like that for a moment before garrus unlatched from her soft skin. the bite was deep enough for only a few blood droplets to sprout up. garrus gingerly licked up the red dots, walking the two of them back to the bed until the back of shepard's knees hit the mattress. "i-i'm sorry shepard, i lost control of myself for a moment i-"

shepard held up her hand over his mouth to stop his rambling and grinned, "i liked it."

"really?"

"really."

"c'mon you can do more than that vakarian."

the simple sentence made garrus' breath hitch, his mandibles flicking eagerly. shepard didn't know what got him all fired up, but she wasn't complaining. the side of her neck was already starting to ache, but the arousal between her legs was enough to distract her from the new punctures in her neck.

"strip, but leave on your underwear," he shucked off his top armor as shepard followed his orders and stripped down.

garrus sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, looking up at her with blown-out pupils, "over my lap. now."

shepard opened her mouth in surprise before a deep flush settled over her cheeks. however, she nodded and laid across his lap with her stomach across his legs, tucking her hands under her chin as her toes clenched in anticipation. garrus ran his hand from the nape of her neck, down her spine, and squeezed her ass. "so soft, such a good girl for me," he purred out and a whimper left shepards lips, feeling the wetness between her legs grow.

a slap suddenly rang out through the room, garrus rubbing the cheek he just spanked with a red mark already starting to form. shepard gasped at the sudden sting, but the pain wasn't unpleasant to her. her hands shifted to grip the blanket underneath her, glancing back at garrus through half-lidded eyes.

"color?"

"green."

garrus hummed in satisfaction at her answer and raised his hand giving the other cheek the same treatment, a 3 fingered print lightly showing up on her skin. eight more slaps came and went, tears prickling at the edge of shepard's waterline as the stinging slowly started to build up.

"my good girl, all mine," garrus practically growled out, his subharmonics humming as he rubbed her cheeks to soothe the pain.

"garrus..." she whined and loosened her grip on the blanket below her, squirming in his lap to look for some sort of friction.

"quiet," he hissed out and landed another slap to her right cheek, a yelp escaping the woman under him.

garrus manhandled shepard to lying down on the bed with her legs over the edge, giving her a wonderful view of her lover as he shucked off his lower armor. his cock was unsurprisingly already freed from his slit. shepard could feel herself practically drooling at the sight, her clit pulsing with need against her wet panties.

"look at this, such a mess already and all for me," garrus cooed as he kneeled down and observed the dark spot already forming on the material covering her pussy. he looked up at her with his pupils completely blown out, staring up at her like a cat who just caught a canary.

garrus could already smell her arousal earlier, but having the source of her scent right in front of him was enough to drive him crazy. however, he wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could, wanting to make her everywhere so there would be no doubt that she was his. he kissed his way up her ankle, nipping at her calves and rubbing his face against her soft skin to integrate his scent with hers. the rough texture of his skin and old face-missle scar made shepard shutter.

as he got to her thighs, she reached a hand down and softly ran it over his crest to his fringe, his head leaning into her hand. he ran his talons up her thighs and hooked them around the sides, slowly sliding them down shepard's legs. garrus hooked his arms under shepard's thighs and pulled her closer to him, his hands settling on her ass as he dove into her pussy like a man starved. he groaned as his tongue slid in between her lips, massaging her labia with his skilled muscle. he focused his tongue on her clit and guided her hips to move up and down more intensely, letting her completely ride his tongue. she responded in kind by crossing her ankles, the heels of her feet pressing into his carapace for leverage as she trusted her hips.

sweat started to form on shepard's brow, her hair sticking to her forehead as the knot in her stomach snapped and her juices coating garrus' tongue. he hummed in contentment as she rode out her orgasm, hips twitching slightly as he licked up her juices. garrus kissed up her stomach and slowly started to stand up from his kneeling position, moving shepard's legs from his shoulders to around his waist.

garrus unhooked her bra and threw it off to who knows where, licking up her sternum in between the valley of her breasts and twisting her nipples in his dull talons. shepard mewled underneath him and tightened her legs around his waist, feeling his cock brush against her. he chuckled and caged shepard between his arms, looking down at her full of equal parts lust and love. she looked into his blue eyes and squirmed under his intense gaze. wrapping her arms around his neck, shepard pulled garrus down into a passionate kiss with his tongue quickly finding its way into her mouth. garrus nipped at her lower lip and pushed deeper into the kiss, savoring the taste of her mouth. "you're- mine- all- mine," he enunciated each word and emphasized the end of each word with a kiss.

shepard happily kissed him back and giggled, "what's with you today vakarian?"

garrus sighed and looked away sheepishly before looking back down at her with an awkward smile, "i'm- i'm honestly not really sure. something about vega's nickname for you... it's never bothered me before we were official but now..." he trailed off and buried his face into her neck.

she cooed and cradled his head in her hands, petting his fringe, "it's just a nickname i promise, if it makes you uncomfortable i can ask him to stop-"

"no it's not that, it just makes me feel a little... territorial."

"you mean jealous?"

shepard raised an eyebrow and garrus scoffed as he lifted his head to look at her.

"turians don't get jealous shepard."

"mhm sure, then why don't you show me who i belong to big guy?"

garrus grinned down at the woman he loves and kissed her cheek as he lined his cock up with her entered, slowly pushing the tip into her tight pussy. the pair groaned in unison as he reached deeper inside of her, his tapered cock stretching her out as he bottomed out. the pair stayed in that position for a minute, shepard nodding to garrus when she felt properly adjusted.

he started at a slow pace, pulling out halfway before plunging back into her wet heat. shepard moaned as his ridges massaged her walls, rubbing the spot under his carapace that she knows drives him wild. garrus' sub vocals purred and he leaned his head back at the pleasant feeling, drilling his hips deeper into her.

"spirits shepard, you feel so good," he groaned and started thrusting more intensely, pulling out almost all the way and thrusting back into her, kissing her cervix as his hips slapped against her soft skin.

"garrus please- need more!", shepard cried out and garrus delivered, his name falling from her lips like a prayer as she tightened up with his stronger thrusts, clutching him as close to her as possible.

garrus growled and kept the same rhythm and bit down on the opposite shoulder, just like he before, reaching a hand down to circle her clit.

" 'gonna cum!", shepard's walls spasmed around him as he released his seed inside of her, slowing his thrusts as the two rode out their highs. garrus licked up the bite mark once more, soft pants filled the room as they relaxed in each other's arms.

"so you're okay with vega calling me lola?"

"yes, i think this was a one time thing."

"well if it gets you fired up like that, i hope it's not a one-time thing."

garrus nudged his forehead playfully against hers and snorted, shaking his head affectionately. shepard reached a hand up and cupped his scarred cheek, rubbing her thumb across his scars.

"you know i'm only yours right?"

"i know."

"there's no shepard without vakarian."

"there's no vakarian without shepard."

"...you know it's okay to admit you were jealous."

"i'll say i was jealous if you admit i'm the better shot."

"never gonna happen."

"well, there's your answer."

the two laughed together and cleaned up before settling down for the night, finding a moment of peace before needing the morning where the horrors still await them tomorrow.

a/n: if i'm using subharmonics wrong please lmk, i've read a lot of fan fics that use them and i think it's so cute. if there are any mistakes lmk!!!

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 403: Sock Puppets

“Gooood morning…good morning Dr. Jjjjjjj…” I was awakened by, of all things, a boop on the nose. My face scrunched up, Melissa's voice cutting through the fog of my deep slumber. When I dared to open my eyes, just a slit at first but then wider, what I saw wasn’t Melissa’s face greeting me, but instead the thing that booped me on the nose. “Time to wake up for me, Mr. Sleepyhead!” it said. 

A sock, one of mine. On her hand. A sock puppet. 

Melissa giggled, and booped me again, this time grabbing my nose like the sock puppet was biting me. 

“Rrrrr!” she growled, pretending to be the puppet, speaking for it in a weirdly comic voice and using her fingers inside it to open and close like its mouth, “Me hungry!”

My body ached, arguing and unwilling to be pulled from its stupor. It was an abrupt awakening, and I was trying my best to blink myself awake. Morning, maybe soon after sunrise. The sock puppet - thin, light gray, from the dress pair I’d worn yesterday for the photoshoot - danced and wiggled in front of me. I was laying on my back, she on her right side next to me on my left. I couldn’t help but smile a little at her antics, trying not to think too much that this was like a mother with a two-year old. 

“Me want breakfast!”

She giggled again, delighted at her little game. It was so early!

“Want you for breakfast!” it said, and dove into my neck. 

“Melissa!” I laughed, “Stop!” That tickled!

As I struggled to come more to life, I was aware of a weird taste in my mouth, like I hadn’t brushed my teeth in a long time. Which I guess I didn’t last night, but this was particularly…I don't know…sour? Also, wow, I was exhausted. I could barely move and - double wow. My nethers were sore. Like I’d been put through a wringer. How many times last night had we..?

“Nom nom nom, nom nom nom!” the sock puppet sang, taking nibbles of me, tickly, making me squirm and laugh. My neck - “nom nom…” my chest - “nom nom…” and, having pushed the covers aside, my morning wood - “nom NOM!”

“Nnnnghhh…ughh…!” I was sore. “Melissa, ouch,” I pleaded, half-laughing, my hand reaching down to stay her, grabbing her at the forearm. My sock, built to fit my size-6 foot, barely made it to her wrist. 

“Oooo Melisssssy is so sorry!” the sock puppet apologized, backing off my how-the-hell-can-I-still-be-hard cock, “She made you do sexy too many times? When you sleepy-sleep?”

When I slept? “Wait what?”

“Yes yes Melissssy eat, eat you, five times, nom nom nom!” the sock-thing announced, dancing animatedly above my face, “and you getted to do milk. Melissssy eat, you eat, but sock hungry still!!”

‘Getted to do milk’? And…? “F-five times?”

“Yes, sweetie, five times <giggle!>, while you were sleeping,” Melissa answered, now in her own voice, “You seemed like you needed it. You were so full up!”

Oh my god what the hell. 

“But I’m sorry if it was too much,” she apologized, her pout not able to hide a proud little smirk, like she wasn’t really all that sorry. She started to peel the sock off her wrist. “You slept right through them.”

So…she’d given me blow jobs? In my sleep?? Five of them?!? “Jesus, Melissa…” I muttered, incredulous.. 

“Language,” she scolded. 

What? Now I’m not allowed to swear? 

“Did the monkeys disturb you last night?” she asked, sock now off her hand. 

“The…what?”

“The monkeys, the boys I had come over to fix things downstairs. We made a mess, you and me,” she answered, pausing for a second. Listening to something. “They’re still here, I’m pretty sure. Finishing up.” 

She’d taken the sock, unrolled it again

“‘The boys’? Like, the construction guys from the office?” I asked. Maybe I did hear them? I seemed to recall vague dreams, men chanting. “How d- Nnngh!!”

I groaned when she slid the sock down over my erection. 

“M-Melissa what-?”

“Shhhh…” she giggled, smoothing the thin sock over me, “You’re sore. This is soft.” She grabbed my sock-sheathed sword, causing my hips to buck. “Feel nice?”

I groaned again, eyes fluttering. Oh my god yes but I’m so tired. 

“Noooooo…!” she sang, suddenly scooching up and leaning in, bringing her face to inches from mine, above me. Her hair, a huge, huge thick blanket of it covered us. “No sleeping! Not just yet!” she whined, pouting again, “Talk to me. Just for a minute. I’ve been laying here all night looking at you, but I have to go to work soon.”

Work? oh man. It’s like, what? Thursday?

Her left hand was aside my pillow, supporting her weight, her right hand still held my overworked cock. She gave it a squeeze.  

Nnngh oh god Whoah. Stars in front of my eyes, my lids fluttering again. 

“I don't like how sleepy you are,” she complained, girlishly, “I have to learn not to feed you so late.” She shook her head of hair a bit, settled it even more luxuriously about me. This woman knew how to keep a man interested, but what was she saying?. 

My brow furrowed. Feed me? What did she mean by that? I’d barely eaten anything last night, right? Though, this weird taste in my mouth?

Whatever confusion I had around these cryptic comments quickly faded as I looked up at her. Here, in the morning, sunlight filtering transcendently through her soft dark hair, she was absolutely stunning. Gorgeous, and she knew it. I could tell by her smile. Plus she smelled great. Was it a shampoo? It gave me a little energy, when I breathed it in. 

She giggled, seeing me so taken by her, and gave my cock a gentle stroke. She backed up, away from me just a bit, her face now maybe a foot or so above mine, eyes locked on me, stroked me again. Still, her hair was a thick curtain all around us, thick and glorious and….long. Really long. 

“God, you have a lot of hair,” I marveled, “Like…yikes. A real lot.” It wasn’t this long yesterday, was it? 

She giggled, smiling down at me enigmatically.

“How’d it get so long, s-so fast?” I asked, admittedly confused. 

“I told you, baby, I’m changing into what you like,” she replied, plainly, “You like long hair.”

”I do?”

“Yes, apparently,” she continued, shaking out her mane again, thick waves of it shimmering around us, “so mine grows really long, really fast.” 

“Like, overnight? But that’s impossible…”

“Tell that to my scissors. I cut it every morning.”

What?? “You have to cut your hair every morning?”

“Yeah, unless I want to look like a hair monster.”

“A-and you think that’s because of me??”

“Shh it’s okay, I don’t mind,” she said, thinking I was apologizing. No! This was just crazy talk!

“No Melissa I don’t want-“

“Hey it’s okay lots of guys don’t even realize their preferences, or where they come from,” she said, smiling tenderly down at me, “But, a lot of times they come from, well…<giggle!>…I have some ideas. Lemme guess - your mom had long hair?” 

Just then, a memory flashed. It was one of the few I had of my mother, who’d left me when I was a toddler. She was leaning over me in my crib, her huge waves of dark hair making a little private space for us…

Melissa was looking at me, seeing my eyes widen as I recalled it.  She looked intently at me, and I had the feeling she was looking deep. “Big boobs too, huh? Your mom?” she asked. 

God help me, yes. In the memory, my mother was wearing a scoopneck, I could look right down her top. Her breasts were big. 

“So, breasts as big as Mommy’s, huh?” she said, enigmatically, as over me her upper body shifted, her bare, glorious chest rising over me, “That’s what you want?”

What was she saying?!?

“M-Melissa no I-“

“it’s okay. It’s natural, for men to want what their mommies had,” she said, her hand starting once again to slowly stroke my cock through my thin wool sock. Melissa’s enormous bare breasts now filled my vision. “Men want Mommy’s boobs, Mommy’s hair, Mommy’s hips,” she purred, “Maybe even Mommy’s hands…”

“oh-oh my god M-Melissa n-n-no-…” 

My protests sounded small, half-hearted - even to me. 

“Stop complaining, baby, I don’t mind,” she cooed from above me, now more firmly stroking my tender erection, “Let mommy do this for you…”  

”w-wait wh-what?!”

“Oh hush…don’t try to deny it. I know I’m a bit of a mother-figure for you,” she giggled, bringing jiggles through the massive mountains that hovered over me, “And you loved when I called myself mama last night.”

“oh my g-…” I groaned, my whole body shuddering as her stroking was having its intended effect, along with the view she was affording me, the bulging undersides of her breasts, “J-Jesus Christ, Melissa…”

“Hey, language,” she reprimanded, “But shhhh it’s okay, I love that I remind you of her, make you feel safe and warm and well-taken care of.” She stroked me, stroked me, the fabric of the sock only heightening the sensation. “But I’m going to do it better than she did. I’m going to be the best mommy-girlfriend for you. The best mommy ever for my good little boy.”

“oh…god…Melissa…”

“mmmhm that’s right,” she purred, “You like that idea, don’t you? Mommy girlfriend?”

“nnnngh M-Melissa, wait…” Was I ready for this? “h-hold on..”

“Shhh it’s okay. I like doing it. Like, last night, I loved feeding you your bottle.”

Again: ”What?!?” 

This time I was really incredulous.

With a giggle, Melissa bent down low towards me, causing me to inadvertently back up as much as I could into my pillow as her face looked into me. Suddenly she seemed so huge that it felt like if she were to open her mouth she could eat me. Raven hair, again, piled around us warm and soft, and her full voice was barely above a whisper as she purred down into my face.

“My little man was so fussy and moaning in his sleep,” Melissa explained, with both sympathy and amusement dancing in her eyes, “And I felt so, so bad for you. You had a bit of a scare yesterday, didn’t you? With those mean men trying to come take you away?”

“Oh…y-yeah…” I replied, recalling the attorneys. There was no way I was going to argue with her on this point. That had stressed me out. 

“And so I figured, my baby could use a little warm milk, to help him sleep nice,” Melissa continued, kissing my cheek now with her soft lips.  “And so I went downstairs, came back, laid down on the bed and fed you some.  And guess what, it settled you right down!”

“Wait. So you…came in and…gave me milk!?” I asked already squirming in the indignity, even as her left hand held my solid cock.

“Mmhm. With a baby bottle,” she answered matter-of-factly, “I had one of Katarina’s in the fridge.”

“You f-fed me from a baby bottle!?!” I exclaimed, the shock, the emasculating humiliation of it making me nearly disintegrate…especially as I realized it was probably-  “Was it her breastmilk again?!?” Last weekend I’d been - I figured as a joke, right? - tricked into drinking milk that Katarina, my new Polish migrant employee and a new mom, had pumped. “Please don’t tell me it w-“

“mmhm of course,” Melissa replied, “Of course it was Katarina’s.”

“Y-you can’t do th-that!!” I sputtered, feeling the humiliation just piling on me. 

“Oh, but it worked so well! You drank it right down. I think you liked it,” she said, “In fact, I think you loved it.” 

And I loved watching you get smaller - I didn’t know it then, but I know it now: that's what she was thinking. Katarina, by some strange ability, was able to infuse her milk with these effects. 

“Melissa!! What the hell?!?”

“Hey milk is the only thing you can easily stomach, it makes you relaxed, makes you feel good,” she offered. 

“Ahhg! But it’s breastmilk!! Katarina’s breastmilk!! ” I looked in her eyes, and it was like I could hear exactly what she was thinking at me, in a voice as clear as if she was speaking it: 

Would it be better if it was mine? Would you still refuse that?

My mind started reeling 

“You looked like such a precious little baby,” Melissa cooed, picking up back into a slow rhythm of her hand, my cock. She looked right into my eyes, examined my face. “Ugh…it almost hurts how cute you are sometimes!”

She seemed to consider something for a moment, and then leaned in, closed her eyes, and engulfed my mouth in a long, slow, deep kiss.  Like yesterday, she wasn’t playing around, this was no small smooch. Her big lips wrapped around my entire mouth, sealing it shut completely, and her tongue pushed into me and utterly took over.  I stared helplessly into Melissa’s eyes as her tongue threatened to go down my throat. I began to see stars and hoped for the first few seconds that she would pull away from the kiss and let me breathe, but then almost immediately melted right into the kiss. If I need to breathe, she’ll do it for me. And yes, when she finally did push air into me, a moment later, I tried hard not to groan in the deep pleasure I felt.

My eyes fluttered, and I began to think. Adjusting to this new world represented a constant challenge. My mind was deprived of all the oxygen except hers, but in that moment I could see it. Like a tiny sunrise in the back of my head,  light shone for me, allowing me to see and consciously accept our building dynamic. Melissa was sweet, at many times almost childlike, but seeing what she could physically do last night, the wonders her body showed me evidenced a level of power to which I could never come close. I knew that, if I let it, it could be a power that would consume me. Despite her obvious physical superiority though, she had never raised her voice, let alone her hand to me.

She breathed for me again, her eyes still locked on mine. I could see reflected in them the truth: that with all her strength she would never touch me with anything but tenderness. In that moment I accepted her again as the alpha, and took another step in accepting this new reality and forgetting the old world. I would not only let Melissa be my anchor and shield in this new one, if she wanted to be my mother figure that…that was okay too. 

She broke our kiss, looking deep into my eyes and feeling exactly what I was thinking. When she spoke again her voice was wracked with emotion. 

“Oh, baby, yes,” she said, pushing herself up again to rise over me until her gigantic breasts hovered over my face, “I love you so much.”

I stared up at her, in absolute love. These are the greatest tits god ever created, and they’re all for me. 

“Yes, sweetie, yes” I heard her say, “but God’s got nothing to do with it.”

Suddenly, her nipple was in my mouth, the great mass of her right breast mashed into my face. Her hand pumped now, pumped at my sock-covered cock. I sucked, sucked on her but soon mmmph… mmmph… ”MMmph!!!”

“Can’t breathe, honey?” she giggled, pulling up off me to allow me air. 

“N-n-no I…I…” I could barely form words, but managed to speak after a moment. “It’s…it’s like The Attack of the Blob.”

Melissa giggled, her hand slowing for a moment down between my legs. “The what?”

“The Blob? The movie monster?” Oh god I hope she doesn’t think I’m calling her fat. 

“Like Godzilla?” she answered, “The big, big monster?” She began to sit up, rising higher above me. 

“Yeah kinda,” I answered, lost now in appreciating the incredible physique of her now towering torso. Her underboob was astounding, it alone dwarfing my head.

She’d paused, letting me look up at her. 

“Feeling small, baby?” she purred. 

“y-yes,” I answered, without a thought. 

“Mmmmm good,” she growled. She’d begun, again, to stroke my cock through my gray dress sock. “And you’re okay with it now, getting smaller?”

That set me back a bit. “Uh…wh-what do you mean.” 

“Last night, sweetie,” she said, languorously stroking me now, indulging me, “last night you said you wanted it, to get so much smaller than me, so I could hold you and keep you safe like you were inside me.”

My face flushed. “it’s…it’s always been a fantasy,” I managed, shrinking down under the ignominy of it.  

“Oh, sweetie, I know,” she said, shifting her body now, moving, pushing covers out of the way and spreading my legs. My cock still in hand - and still in my thin gray dress sock - Melissa now kneeled down between my knees. Her breasts were squashed between her arms, giving me a mind-numbing amount of cleavage to stare at. “How about now you start thinking about living out your fantasies? Can you do that for me?”

“oh my god okay,” I agreed, not having the will to do anything else, watching as she shifted again, leaning down, positioning herself and her glorious chest right behind my huge, throbbing organ in its thin woolen sheath. 

“Like Mr. Sock here,” she said, referring to my cock, who had now taken over the role of the sock puppet, “He knows what he likes, and he's not afraid to enjoy it, are you Mr. Sock?”

At that, she pulled him - it, I mean ‘it’, or, uh, ‘me’ - back into her cleavage. He vanished, all but completely, maybe just the fabric-sheathed head mushrooming out near the top. “There we go…” she purred, moving her body just enough so that now maybe more of him pushed up out of her tits, then slid back in to disappear. The sleeve of wool sock around my shaft, the rubbing of its fabric over my skin, only added the sensation of the muscular caress of her tits around me. “There we go….”

I groaned. Holy shit.

She giggled. “Yeah, Mr. Sock knows what he likes,” Melissa began, rubbing herself up and down my length again, and then again, so slowly, “He doesn’t mind being so much smaller than me, he doesn’t mind at all…he knows it only makes it better.”

“oh god, oh god, oh god yes,” I groaned, watching as my 6’8” superhuman girlfriend with tits the size of watermelons began to titfuck me with consummate ease. My sock-puppet cock slid in, and out. In, and out. The soft, rhythmic motions up and down my overly sensitive erection left me speechless. 

“The Attack of the Blob, right?” she chuckled, squashing her chest even more bounteously around my shaft, until I couldn’t see him at all. Her voluptuousness was everywhere. “He doesn’t seem to mind getting eaten by the Blob, no. No, not at all…”

Still she shifted on me, moving her torso, her shoulders and arms in just the right way to titfuck me, up and down, up and down. 

“He seems happy being surrounded by me, hm?”

It was too much. I was already completely spent at this point. I’d barely found the strength to wake up, my body shocked awake by Melissa and her ‘little friend.’ I was tender from god knows how many ejaculations yesterday and last night, and the emotions of the morning were already exhausting. I found myself - despite being subsumed in the pleasure of the world’s greatest titfuck - a bit concerned. I could take it, now, sure…but for how much longer? How will I handle this if she’s still growing? And, even worse, if I was still shrinking? In “The Blob”, the creature absorbed its victims. Was Melissa slowly doing that already, to me?

“Mr. Sock likes it so much, being in there, doesn’t he?” she spoke, her voice beginning to take up the urgency of her task. She was intending to make me come like this, her eyes locked on my open-jawed face as she pumped her spectacular torso up and down on me. “Tell me, Mr. Sock, tell me you like being in there, surrounded by Melisssssy.”

“y-yes…yes I do,” I said, for the love of god answering for my dick, whose head popped for a second here, a second there, out of her upper cleavage near her collarbone. I could see the dark stain of a wet pre-come on the light gray fabric of the sock. “yes please…”

Her eyes flashed. She  wanted more. “Tell me you like being in there, where it’s so soft, inside Mommy.” <pump, pump>

“Oh uuuggh…Oh my god yes,” I groaned.

“Tell me again.” <pump, pump> “Tell me what you want.”

“I…I want to be inside you.” 

Now she groaned herself. “Ohh..oh god yes sweetie yes of course you do.” <pump, pump> “Tell me your mommy has big boobs, tell me she has big hair, just like Melissssy.”

“oh my god…she had…”

My voice failed me. I couldn’t say it.

But Melissa pressed on.

“Tell me you want her to feed you like she did last night, tell me you want the bottle.”

“oh god Melissssy yes..” 

“Tell me you want the breast.” 

“yes..! yes..!”

“Yes, baby, Yes Yes,” she moaned, “Come for Mommy!”

“NNNNNGGGHHH!!!” I groaned, “NNNNGHHH!” 

“COME!”

NNNNGH! NNNGH! NNNNGH!!! Right into her, right between her breasts. Right in her magnificent, pillowy cleavage my cock exploded into the sock-condom each pump lubricated by my own jucies, into the fabric of “Mr Sock” making him-

NNgh! NNgh! NNNgh!

-making him - oh god oh god oh god - fill up, the wet slobber of my juices already heavy and thick and making the thin wool darken darken darken, each time it appeared above the swell of her breasts the come stain blossoming bigger and bigger and bigger and-

She pulled it off.

NNGh! My bare skin, now, sliding up between her tits.

She squeezed the sock, drools of come bursting forth from it onto her chest, lubricating us.  “Come! Come on, Mr. Sock, come!” she still urged, she still commanded me.

Still orgasming, still spurting - holy god how am I making this much?!? - I dumped more, more, more onto her chest, into her cleavage - slippery, slippery, slippery.

“oh oh oh god…” I moaned. Pain! My loins, tendons, thighs all screaming. But also so much pleasure!

Nngggh…

nnnngh…. 

nnnnnngh….

She eased me through it.

“Come on baby, come on honey, that’s right,” she cooed, “come for Mommy…”

“oh my god…oh my god…”

“That’s okay baby, get it out, get it all out.”

“s-so much…” I whined, as my climax waned, “so much…” My vision had already begun to darken.

“Mmm hm…” she purred, “so much for me.”

She began to rub my come into her skin, with the palm and fingers of her left hand smearing the spent, sodden sock all over her chest. I watched, and felt my eyes becoming heavy. 

“There you go baby, all better now,” she consoled me, using the wet sock to gently stroke my member, which still twitched in her cleavage, little spasms, “all better for your day.”

“Mmm hmm yeah…” I murmured, feeling sleep quickly approaching.

“I have a busy day at work,” she told me, “we canceled your patients for today, it’s better if you stay home here.”

“h-home?” I repeated, tremulous of voice, “b-by myself?”

“Oh, sweetie, no, you won’t be alone,” she said, still stroking and gently squeezing me, “Randi will stay with you today, babysitting.”

“Babysitting..??”

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sorry for the lack of image; the one I cooked up is too much for tumblr.

[mamaspeckles]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO VIVA NSFW HEADCANNONS??? THANK UU

Hello babes of course I can! Mama specks can do anything you all want! With your patience of course!

Viva NSFW headcanons

CHARACTER IS 20+

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

-For starters, good luck getting viva in the mood at all in the beginning. She’s entirely too hyper and distracted with everything and everyone which doesn’t cause anything to become intimate too often. But if and when you do manage to succeed in awakening her horny and needy side, you will be in for a long and bumpy ride so buckle up!

- this troll is literally the sweetest of her kind in the whole wide world after sex. She has had her eye on you since you first stumbled into her safe haven, and the fact that you’re finally here with her is all she ever wanted. Viva loves suffocating you with her hugs and doing your hair after sex, or just cuddling .

-A lot of people would probably think she’s a soft girl or submissive or chick during sex, but nope. She’s not submissive by any means, she is a rock hard top my friends! but she doesn’t like taking complete control 24/7.- she is a soft dom she will not degrade you at all.

-viva is very much a boobie girl, and she is completely confident and proud of her love for honkers.If you are a dude pssh she doesn’t care you got man boobs it’s good enough for her.- she just wants to squeeze and lick your nipple until you are inpatient whiney mess

- viva can last hours with you..have you seen her act cray cray?? But like a long time in bed. A large part of it is due to drinking a lot of shakes and eating unhealthy sugary stuff, but another part of it is also her wanting to hold out on herself so she can please you first. Just hearing you moan because of her only makes viva more willing to go at you again and again and again .

-viva is a moan/mewling girl- she is incredibly loud and can barely get sentences out when she’s thigh riding/riding you. “Mmgh!~ pleas-fuuuckkkk~”

-viva won’t admit it but she would love to have you tied up with your legs spread apart- a vibrator deep inside of your cunt/ass as she controls the speed- sitting back and touching herself to your cries and the look of your cum pooling out. “Look at you all needy for me..such a good girl/boy~ just say the words and mommy will give you something better than a cheap plastic toy~”

-her favourite position is 69- just sucking your clit/cock while she rubs her pussy against your face makes her knees weak.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

I am so sorry i took so long with this i am slacking😭

[hetalianskywalker]

Day 23: Understatement

Pairing: Mer Mayday x Ice Dragon Reader

Summary: After coming out of stasis, you meet an exhausted commander.

Author’s Note: Crosshair in this AU went with the Bad Batch at the end of season one. So there is a reason he’s not here.

Warnings: Minor Violence. Death. One we don’t care about and two are clones. I’m sorry about the clones. May they rest in peace.

Word Count: 1258

Prompt: They say it’s lifeless, the frozen sea our frozen world is built on. But where the ice is thinnest and most dangerous, I have seen a light, faint and flickering, a cold and distant star.

Prompt 2973 by deepwaterwritingprompts

You had been asleep for a very long time. A couple millennia even. Most sea dragons had fallen into a deep slumber after the Mer Wars. The Sea Alor of the time had said to sleep after all the sea dragons had sacrificed; we deserved to rest.

However, the Mer forgot about you and the rest of your kind. Most turned to stone over the years and fell apart, never to awaken again. As you awoke, you realize that there is only one other of your kind left; their magic can barely be felt in a deep ocean fissure far away.

“Ice dragon.” You gently lift your head. “You are needed for the fight ahead. Return to Mandalore.” You slowly begin to stretch out your atrophied muscles; the call of the Sea Alor was not to be ignored.

“It will take me time, but there I shall be.” You recieve a gruff, but understanding humm in reply before the connection is severed. You turn your head up to the icy bay and begin swimming up.

Mayday hates having to keep the bay clear of thicker ice. Did he hate everything about this island he was stuck on? Absolutely. But this specific chore has a special amount of hatred attached to it. Sadly, if what remains of his men were going to get off this frozen rock, the bay has to allow a ship to get to the dock.

They didn’t have any ice or water manipulators so that just left breaking the ice with tools; their increased strength and durability as Mer being the only thing making the job possible. Also didn’t help that Veetch had to keep an eye on the perimeter so it left him and Hexx to do this chore by themselves every other day.

Mayday suddenly stops when he hears the ice creak beneath him; he’s come to a thin section. He slowly gets down on his knees and looks for something he has glimpsed only a few times. They say it’s lifeless, the frozen sea this frozen island is built on. But where the ice is thinnest and most dangerous, he has seen a light, faint and flickering, a cold and distant star. He has thought many times about swimming down in mer form to see what it is, but logic always reminds him that he would freeze to death before he got anywhere close.

While he finds the light again, he is more than suprised to see it getting closer. His heart is in his throat when he is able to see what it actually is. What you actually are.

“They’re extinct.” Mayday can’t believe his eyes even as you turn to look at him. You linger just under the frozen top of the bay.

“Move.” You warn tiredly. “I don’t want you to fall in, Mer.” He doesn’t need to be told twice and scrambles back. Once you see he’s at safe enough a distance, you ram your head through and pull yourself out onto the ice. You flop down, completely spent.

“Are they awake yet?” You groggily sit up in someplace warm at the sound. You rub your eyes; one would think staying awake after being in magical stasis so long would be easier than this.

Finally, you look down at yourself and almost jump in surprise. You’re in human form. Stars, you forgot you could even take this form when you needed to conserve magic.

“Good morning.” The bearded Mer hands you a cup with something steaming inside and you slowly take it. The other two Mer, who look identical to him, linger in the background. Your eyes linger on the sad shape of their armor for only a moment, not wanting to offend. It occurrs to you that he sounds far too much like the Sea Alor who summoned you, but you decide that’s not important at this precise moment.

“Than- Thank you.” You stumble out, far too annoyed with how your muscles in this body rebel just as much as the one’s in your true form did.

“You’re welcome.” His smile makes you pause; it’s kind, but his face looks like it hasn’t made that expression in a long time. “Now what is a dragon doing on Barton IV?”

You remain with them almost a month as you regain your strength. You grow quite close with the three men as they share what is currently going on in the outside world. Or at least up till a little over a year ago when they were stranded out here. You more than earn your keep in turn by scaring and fighting off the raiders while the three work on the base.

In fact, you are almost at full power when a squad from the empire you’ve heard so much about shows up. Mayday sneaks you out to the nearby mountains and you watch the base from a distance. You should go to Mandalore now, but you can’t in good conscience leave them here after they helped you.

To say you are viciously angry when you feel Hexx and Veetch die is an understatement. It only grows when you meet Mayday as he leaves the base; apparently he’s being sent on a suicide mission after the raiders.

“Are you certain you don’t want me to obliterate that base?” You hiss as you shake with rage. You can see his eyes soften though his t-face helmet; his mouth is covered with a rag in an attempt to stay warm.

“As tempting as that is, cyare. I do actually want to get revenge on those raiders.” You nod before following him through the passage the raiders were using. “Besides, just the Lieutenant would be perfect if you don’t mind.”

You let out a snicker in repose and you thread his fingers through yours. He gives you a squeeze in response, but continues to look forward.

This Mer has been good to you when he did not have to be. You weren’t going to let anything happen to him.

Once you are both on the other side, you shift into your dragon form. You keep them distracted while he grabs the stolen goods. It is nice to finally be rid of them when the fight is over, but nothing prepares you for finally seeing what the stolen cargo actually is. It was knocked over in the last of the fight and brand new T-K Trooper armor stares up at you and Mayday.

“We were good soldiers. We followed orders. And for what?” It lingers in the frozen air after he says it. There isn’t any comfort you can think to give. It’s just cruel and wrong.

Then the ground begins to shake, precursing an avalanche. You’re up in the air with Mayday in one of your claws within seconds. You call for him to climb up and slow down for him to do so. You feel him cling to the juncher between your neck and wings as you fly through the cold cloudy sky. He sits up straighter, staring in awe as you soar past a black ice vulture.

“Let’s go kill that lieutenant.” You turn your head just enough to see him smile as you say that; the rag covering his lower face having been pushed down by the wind.

“I think I might love you.” A joyful laugh rumbles through you at that.

“And I you, Commander.” To say there was nothing left of Lieutenant Nolan by the time you and Mayday left Barton IV would have been an understatement.

[xxshewritesinblacknwhitexx]

Sandcastles

Chris Evans x Black!Reader

WARNINGS: 18 + Up, Heavy ANGST, cursing, mentions of cheating, twist ending.

AUTHOR’s NOTE: Hey, hey, hey, I’m back. Sorry for the LONG wait. This drabble is based on Beyoncé’s song, Sandcastles. This is basically my reaction to the Chris & Alba situation if he was already taken. Yes, I felt some type of way about this “sudden” relationship and this is how I’m handling it.

BETA’d: @titty-teetee

SUMMARY: You find out that your fiancé has been lying to you.

We built sandcastles that washed away

I made you cry when I walked away

Oh, and although I promised that I couldn't stay, baby

Every promise don't work out that way, oh, babe

Every promise don't work out that way

In the middle of the living room of the home that you shared with your fiancé, soft melodic sounds echoed off the normally still quiet walls, as your fingers expertly twinkled across the keys of the black grand piano. It was the only thing you could do to keep yourself from shedding any more tears.

When you had awakened that morning you felt a deep worry in the pit of your gut. You tried to ignore it —tried to brush it off as just your usual anxiety, but that worry just continued to gnaw at your insides.

You had no idea where this worry was coming from, and that your entire world was about to come to a complete stop, before taking a straight nosedive to the pits of hell.

The sound of the front door opening nearly broke your concentration, as you knew that it was him coming home from his day of filming. But you just continued to play that melody that had been stuck in your head for days, because you knew if you’d stop your resolve would crumble.

A few moments later, you were forced to stop anyway the moment you felt his presence. You swallowed thickly, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. When you slowly turned around to face him, he was leaned against the closest wall —a soft smile against his handsome features and that stupid NASA hat shoved low on his head.

“That was beautiful.” He was the first to speak after a few seconds of silence. “Writing again?”

“I guess.” You breathed, eyes cast toward the floor, your heartbeat quickening in your chest.

He immediately knew that something was off with your behavior, as you now felt him trying to approach you. “Hey, everything okay?”

You quickly stood up from the piano’s bench to step from his hold. When you looked back up at him, you could see the disappointment in his steely blue eyes.

“Babe, what is it?”

You shook your head, feeling the betrayal of two tears slipping down your brown cheeks.

He called out to you, trying to approach you again. “What is it?”

You stepped away from him once more, swiping away another set of tears. “I need you to tell me the truth, Chris.”

He looked at you with confusion. “What are you—“

“Please,” you whispered softly, still swiping at more tears, “don’t, don’t pretend like you don’t know? Just be honest with me.”

He immediately noticed that your left hand was now empty of the ring he had given you months ago. The ring you promised that no matter what you would never remove. “Where’s your ring?”

“You know,” you began, ignoring his question, “when I woke up this morning, something didn’t feel right. I tried to put it off as it being nothing and that I was being paranoid, not knowing that the man I love —the man that I was planning to pledge my entire life to— was a fucking liar. So,” you looked back at him, “I’m gonna ask you again to tell me truth. I deserve that much.”

That had him taking a step back as he wiped a harsh hand across his face, pulling gently on his beard. He then placed his hands on his hips, his body turned away from you. “I don’t know what it is that you want me to say.”

“The truth, Christopher.” You sobbed, your reserve starting to crack. “I need to hear it from you.”

He was quiet for a moment, before he turned to look back at you and whispered softly, “I’m so sorry.”

You felt your entire heart shatter in a million little pieces at his apology for his indiscretion that you’d only found out only hours before.

“How,” you hiccupped, really trying to keep your composure, “how long was it going on? Is it still going on?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I ended it weeks ago.”

You let out a shaky breath, wanting nothing more than to scream and curse him out but all you could do was just cry.

“Fuck,” you heard his whisper through your cries, as he came toward you to pull you into his arms.

You immediately shoved him away from you. “Don’t. Don’t you fucking touch me, Chris. This whole thing, us, our entire relationship, was a lie, wasn’t it?”

Chris shook his head again. “No, babe, it wasn’t. I made a mistake —a mistake that if I could take back I would. I love you—“

Now it was your turn to shake your head, tears continuing to fall from your eyes, “no, Chris, you don’t fucking love me. Because if you did, you wouldn’t have fucked that bitch for months behind my back. I mean, you couldn’t even be honest with me. She was the who came to me on fucking social media, out of all places, and told me everything.”

Chris felt his heart sank. He knew he had fucked up —really fucked up. “What can I do? Please, tell me what to do.”

“There’s nothing you can do, Chris,” you whispered, “I tried to wrap my head around this all day. Like how could you do this to me —to us?” You sniffled, “I hope she was worth it, because you and me —we're done.”

You then slowly made your way over to the luggage near the foyer that somehow he hadn’t realized that was there in the first place.

In a panic, Chris immediately tried to stop you, gently grabbing your elbow and turning you back to him. “Please, don’t leave.” He reached to pull your face closer to him. “Tell me what I need to do to make this right. I’ll do anything.”

You could see the tears welled in his eyes but they didn’t matter to you. You grabbed his hands from your face, holding on for a moment too long, before pulling back.

“It’s too late, Chris.” You softly told him, walking away. “I’ll be back for the rest of my things.” Was the last thing you said as you left him standing alone to lay in the bed he had made.

The end of your relationship with Chris made headlines across Hollywood, and for your sanity, you went into hiding. Chris tried everyday to contact you —to try to work things out. But calls had been ignored. Text messages, Emails, and DMs went unanswered. Gifts were returned back to the sender. You wanted a clean break from the man who broke your heart and you were sticking to it.

Days then turned into weeks as weeks turned into months. Before you knew it a year and a half went by when you finally came back into the spotlight, mostly healed from your broken relationship and ready to take your crown back with a brand new, highly anticipated studio album.

With everyone wanting to know where you’d been for almost two years and what really caused your split from “Captain America”, the album was a major success. Critics loved it and your fans worshiped it. And rumor had it that you were predicted to make a clean sweep during next awards season.

Not too shabby for a woman who went through a painful break up and left society behind.

Now you were back in the place you never thought you’d be ever again. The Garden in Boston was the first stop on your first of many sold out shows on your tour. To say you were nervous would be an understatement as you hadn’t really performed in front of a crowd in years.

The show went off without a hitch. The fans seemed like they were enjoying every little bit of the experience. Even you were too, knowing how much you were dreading it.

The show was nearly over but you had one last song in you. The one song you were most nervous to play. Especially here, in this arena.

“How y’all doing tonight, Boston?” You spoke into the mic, sitting behind the exact replica of the grand piano in the home you and Chris once shared.

The crowd went insane and through the dark settings of your stage, you saw nothing but thousands of flashing lights before you.

You gave a small giggle, your breath echoed through the arena. “Y’all have been so good to me tonight. You know, to be honest with you all, I wasn’t sure if this tour was something that I wanted. But now I realize that it’s what I needed. So, thank you for being so amazing.” If it was possible, the crowds’ screams grew louder. “This uh,” you swallowed thickly, “this next song, I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little scared to perform. I had wrote it with the intention on putting it on my album but at the last minute, I scrapped the idea. But I want to perform it for y’all tonight, if that’s ok with you?” This time the crowd went into complete hysterics.

“Now, this song is very personal to me and I’ve only sang it three times —tonight being the first time I perform it in front of a full audience, so if I get a little choked up, don’t mind me okay,” you let out another giggle. “Anyway, I’m getting off subject, but, uh, this is Sandcastles.”

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm your growing nerves. You then placed your hand on the keys of the piano immediately flashing back to that dreadful day. But you suppressed those feelings and from memory began to play the melody.

And your heart is broken 'cause I walked away

Show me your scars and I won't walk away

Oh, and I know I promised that I couldn't stay, baby

Every promise don't work out that way, no, no, no, no, no

Every promise don't work out that way

As you began to sing, it was almost as if everything had stopped and it was just you and that piano. The lyrics hitting you where it hurt, along with the struggle and pain behind your beautiful voice, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. And by the time you finished, the whole crowd was now on their feet, screaming their praises.

You took your bow and thanked the audience for coming out, as you then quickly made you way off stage. Your first night was a complete success, and you couldn’t wait to hop on a plane back to LA.

“Hey, baby, how was the show?”

You smiled at your mother on the other end of your phone as the two of you FaceTimed. It was after 10 PM in Boston but 7 in Los Angeles.

“It was so beautiful, mama.” You released a sigh of relief, plopping on the couch in your dressing room. “I’m very happy with how everything turned out.”

“See, I told you, you had nothing to worry about. Didn’t I tell you?”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Yes, mama, you did. Thank you for making me do this. I needed it.”

“I love you, sweetheart and I know that you’ve been through it but you will come out on the other side.”

That was something that your mother kept telling you everyday for almost two years.

You gave your mom a small smile. “Is he asleep already?”

Your mother nodded. “Yeah, baby, I just put him down. Fought me the whole way. I think he’s going through another sleep regression. You’ll be home tomorrow morning right?”

“Why? You sick of babysitting already?” You teased softly, and now it was your mother’s turn to playfully roll her eyes at you.

“No, you know how much I love my grandson, I was just asking.”

You then released a yawn. “Yeah, I’ll be home tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, baby, I’m gonna let you get some rest and you have a safe flight. Call me later.”

“I will. Thank you, mama. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Hush, now, child. We’ll talk later. Love you.”

“I love you too, mama.” You gave your mother one last smile before the call disconnected.

You sat back on the couch for a few moments just taking everything in. And then you thought about your 9 month old son back home in LA. When you found out you were pregnant, that made your decision to stay in hiding. You didn’t want the stress of going through a very public break up, while pregnant, knowing the father of your child would most definitely want to be a part of your baby’s life.

So, you decided to keep that secret from the whole world and Chris. And you planned on keeping it that way forever

Lyrics - Beyoncé Sandcastles

[beneathashadytree]

Hiiiiii! I wanted to request an angsty fic, where reader is like Scarlet Witch in WandaVision who makes this alternate universe where Whitebeard is alive and like Ace is Vision and they both have kids. While all that's happening in the Hex, the Red Hair Pirates, remnants of the Whitebeard Pirates, and the Straw Hats try to stop her since she's taking over the New World. (The Marines are trying to kill her) I'll leave the angsty details to you since I suck at thinking🤣 THANK YOUUU, HAVE A GREAT DAY!

PICTURE PERFECT - PORTGAS D. ACE X READER

Warnings : Marineford spoilers, mentions of death, blood, gore, and the like, grief and delusions, this can be generally unsettling, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst (plus creepiness)

Word count : 1.0K words

Additional notes : Hi nonnie! So sorry for taking a ridiculously long time to get to this, but as you might know by now, I’ve been on hiatus after certain traumatic events in my life. I had to change up quite a few things in this because I haven’t watched anything from the Marvel Universe, so I know absolutely nothing about how this would work🫠 Also, I’ve had requests for ficlets (4K+ word-long pieces) turned off for over a year now, so I couldn’t get into too much detail anyways. And of course, as stated in my rules, unless the gender affects the plot, I write my readers as gender-neutral to be as inclusive as possible. However, I hope this could be somewhat satisfactory to you, with the general vibes I could manage🥹💗

Requests : Are closed for the time being.

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Masterlist

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. This wasn’t how they’d planned out their future together.

They’d always expected a life on the run; they’d never imagined anything different. But still, the love between them was too intense to deny, and too unconditional to ever think for a moment that it would ever disappear. If they had no faith in anyone but themselves, they could, at the very least, believe in their love.

Wherever they would’ve gone, they’d still be just as smitten as they were the first day they met. No matter how their future played out, they were so sure that their love would have them dying in each other’s arms at a peaceful old age, their last breaths weaving in bed together. Wherever one went, the other would follow. That was how it was supposed to go.

It wasn’t supposed to end with them carrying Ace’s limp, ice-cold body in their arms. It wasn’t supposed to be the acrid smell of burnt flesh that suffocated them. It wasn’t supposed to be his blood that drenched their clothes and stained them unsalvageable.

They weren’t supposed to be gasping for air as their entire body shook violently, pure horror painting their features. Nor were they supposed to feel bile rising at the back of their throat and tears stinging their eyes at the terrible realization that his chest wasn’t moving, not one inch. As a matter of fact, nothing much remained of his mangled chest at all—if they could even recognize it as his chest anymore.

Their trembling only intensified, failing to register just how empty and mutilated he seemed in their lap. Vision swimming, they couldn’t help but let the ugly sobs rack their body, their tears falling freely down their cheeks. They hiccupped on their sobs, the sounds mingling with the moans of a deep, deep pain that threatened to swallow them whole.

Ace had left them. He’d left them behind. He’d left them behind in a world they no longer wanted nor cared for. He’d left them to look forward to nothing, to feel so empty and numb but somehow consumed by a sadness so immense it nearly ripped them apart.

Perhaps it was that moment, that moment when their entire world crumbled around them, that drove something to crumble inside of them. Something broke, and that odd, unfamiliar something awakened the deepest pit of their sorrow within them. Pandora’s box opened, and it shattered their very reality as they knew it. With Ace’s dead body in their arms, and their wailing piercing the stormy vortex of sudden bleak night, they were soon swallowed into it without even being the slightest bit aware.

The grief was blinding, and they’d lost all control. Where it took them, they didn’t care nor pay it any notice.

***

Having lost track of time, they hadn’t any idea how long it had been. In all cases, it didn’t matter. No, it truly didn’t matter what had happened on that day; after all, why would it? They still had Ace.

Yes, they still had Ace. And he was sitting right behind them on a small, tattered-but-well-loved couch. Strong arms cradled them close to his chest—a perfectly intact, moving chest, not even the slightest bit scarred. Would the universe demand a price from them, for the heinous crime they’d committed just to have this? Maybe. But this universe, at the very least, was one that handed everything to them on a silver platter.

“What’s on your mind?” he mumbled, lazily planting soft, open-mouthed kisses up their neck to their ear, and his teeth lightly tugging at their earlobe.

They hummed in delight, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “Nothing much. Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

Ace laughed a little. “You just called us “three snotty-nosed brats” an hour ago.”

“And? You know I’m right,” they teased him, before asking, “Speaking of, did the kids give you a hard time falling asleep?”

Yes; kids. Kids that kissed them goodnight, kids that clung to them whenever they went out, and kids that would get mud on their carpets but shoot them the sweetest smiles that got them out of trouble every single time. Kids that cried when they scraped their knees, and kids that ran into Pops’ arms whenever he demanded his favorite grandchildren visit him.

Kids that made the small house feel like a warm home, and kids that fit perfectly into that delusion of happiness they’d built, with a father and grandfather that were perfectly healthy and fine. Deceptively so.

Perhaps this sort of deception wasn’t as sinful as it sometimes whispered it was in their ear. Their Devil Fruit had never proved itself useful, and their lack of desire to use it had been the reason why they’d found themself stunned by the existence of this universe of their own creation. The grief that had nearly killed them of heartbreak had been the very same thing to offer some salvation to them, by granting them a second chance in a world where things were perfect, in an almost eerie way.

“—babe? Babe? Hey—“

“Yes, yes,” they sighed, momentarily snapping out of it. “Sorry, got lost in my thoughts for a second.”

“You’ve been doing that pretty often lately.” Ace’s handsome face contorted into a worried frown. “Are you sure everything’s okay?”

They didn’t respond to that. Almost as though on autopilot, their feet carried them to the kids’ room. With stiff movements, they bent over to brush their hair back from their foreheads, hands subtly passing underneath their noses to check that they were breathing. Good. They were very much alive, and very much real. They were real. Not just figments of their imagination.

Ace still seemed confused as they turned to walk back to him. Peering into his beautiful dark eyes, they held their breath for a moment. Yes, yes. Good. His eyes were alive; they weren’t unblinking, nor were they unseeing.

And as they reached up with trembling hands, they could trace the freckles on his cheeks and feel him leaning into their touch. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to the icy coldness that remained as a phantom touch in their memories.

They could live like this, forever and ever. No losses, no sorrows staining their flawless lives.

Plastering a smile on their face, they nodded. “Of course. Everything is picture perfect.”

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[n-evermores]

The Monster In His Bed

A/N: So here's the spicy vampire fic I wasn't going to post. This is nothing spectacular and it’s also just in the spirit of Halloween. Please don’t take this nonsense seriously. Happy belated Halloween for those who celebrate. 

Pairing: Alden Parker x F!Vampire!Reader 

Summary: You want Parker in more ways than one.

Word count: 2,900

Warnings: 18+ only, Silly vampire stuff, No plot, blood drinking, but in a sensual way, light smut, implied piv, Parker with a vampire kink, swearing.

It had to be a prank. At least that’s what Alden Parker kept telling himself when your team found a Navy officer completely drained of blood. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been such an odd find if he didn’t have two little puncture wounds on his neck. But then again, you’re always avoiding mirrors and hate garlic. Maybe you know a thing or two about how the victim was killed.

“Hey, Countess Dracula, do you know something about this?” Parker threw your way, his green eyes glimmering in your direction. His hands were buried inside his pockets, his feet planted a small distance from each other. He stood with confidence in his gray suit, and you found yourself admiring him briefly.

But like snuffing out a candle, your admiration was quickly forgotten. You pursed your lips disapprovingly, slanting the former FBI agent a glare, “Excuse me?” The team often joked that you were a witch, or a vampire, or some alien from another planet, but honestly, the jokes were starting to make your ire rise. 

Alden’s lips curved into an almost impish grin, “I’m teasing you.” He said with a curious glint in his eyes. He gave you a quick once over. “I don’t actually think a vampire did this.” He said before averting his gaze to Jimmy. “What do you think happened?” He asked, his demeanor much more professional now. 

Jimmy’s face blanched, his brows creasing as he examined the body. “Honestly, Agent Parker, I’m dumbfounded. I’ve sent samples to Kasie, but I have no idea how this could have happened.”

“You think it was a vampire?” Tim walked in with a lopsided smile on his face. He was joking, of course. But the vampire jokes were starting to make your blood boil. You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes. “I’ll be at my desk. Come find me when you gentlemen stop believing in fairytales.” You said before turning on your heels to leave. 

Parker watched you leave, his eyes gentling on your retreating form. He quickly followed after you—rushing into the elevator before it closed. “I’m sorry. I know the jokes are getting old. I’ll talk to the team. We’ll stop.” He said.

You relented a sigh, your eyes flickering up to meet his. “I would appreciate that.” You said before your eyes fell on his throat. You watched his Adam's apple bob, his veins visible to your naked eye, and his blood almost seemed to call to you like a siren to a sailor at sea. You felt your tongue swipe across your teeth, your eyes darkening as your pupils grew wider. It had been too long and the smell of blood from the navy victim had awakened the monster within. You could feel the beast slowly crawl from your chest—it's dark mist reaching out for the man standing in front of you. It was a temptation like no other, a longing, a need to feel his skin beneath your tongue. His pulse was enough to drive you mad. His heartbeat felt like your own and it took everything in you not to lurch for him and sink your fangs into his neck.

“Hey! Are you listening to me? Are you okay? Y/N!”

You quickly snapped back into reality at the sound of his voice. You forced a smile, “I’m sorry. I was thinking about something.” You said before exhaling a deep breath. If you didn’t gain control of yourself soon, you were afraid you would hurt him, and hurting Parker was the last thing you ever wanted to do.

“I could tell. You left me for a moment. Are you sure you’re okay?” Parker asked, his voice softer than before. You locked eyes with him–pools of green filled with warmth and nothing but concern for you. You found yourself melting under his scrutiny and you smiled. 

“I’m fine, Parker. I’m just tired.” And thirsty. You wanted to say, but you kept that bit to yourself. 

“Perhaps you should get some rest. I’m sure you have a nice coffin–” He cleared his throat, “Sorry, old habits die hard.” 

You chuckled and this surprised him. “I’m not a vampire, Parker. Trust me, if I was, I’d probably drink your blood.” Oh dear God, you may as well just drive a stake through your own heart. 

He looked taken aback by this statement. “You mean in general or me specifically?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

A rush of embarrassment filled your body and you shook your head quickly, “I didn’t mean it like that, I just–” You swallowed, your eyes taking in his throat yet again. Damn, this was getting more difficult by the second. You licked your lips and you could feel the ache of hunger grip at your stomach as your insides burned for release. “I’m just saying. We spend a lot of time together. I would have probably bit you by now.”

Alden blinked at you, “Uh-huh.” He said, “What you’re saying is, hypothetically, my blood doesn’t smell good?” He narrowed his eyes at you and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Was he actually offended?

“Where did you get that idea? I never said that.” You said quickly, “I actually find you inebriating.” You quickly regretted your words, wishing more than anything you could take them back. This was worse than a stake through the heart. You wanted to disappear inside a dark dusty room and lock yourself inside a coffin for three hundred years. 

His eyes widened in surprise, “Me or my blood?” His heart was beating faster, which wasn’t making your situation any easier. Perhaps you could just drink his blood. You had ways of disposing of the body. Unlike whatever amateur killed that Navy officer. 

No. No! You weren’t going to kill Parker. 

“Of course…I mean your blood.” Is that what you meant? You admired Parker for a while now, and despite the smell of his blood being an absolute menace, you found yourself wanting him in other ways as well. Against your better judgment, of course. 

“How do you know what my blood smells like?” He asked quickly, his eyes looking into yours as if he somehow knew all of your dirty little secrets. 

You swallowed again and your fists clenched together tightly, “I uh–” You took a quick breath, your brain reeling as you spiraled downward. You had to think of something. Anything. Parker would think you’re insane if you gave him any reason to think you were serious about his blood, but you also didn’t want him to know—

“I want you.” You blurted through the panic. It was your only option..

The older man stared at you. A plethora of emotions flickered in his eyes. “You what?”

Your insides were trembling and your voice shaky as you spoke, “I want you.” You repeated.

He stood in silence for what felt like an entirety. You were sure you would turn to stone as you waited for him to say something. “Please. Say something. Anything.”

“You want me?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?” You snapped, your patience growing thin. Your hunger was immeasurable, and now it was mingled with a new temptation. One that was dangerous at a time like this. Parker had no idea how in danger he truly was. He was your prey, and you were a monster lurking in the shadows. 

The monster hiding under his bed. 

But that didn’t stop him. Not at all. He seized your face in his hands and you found your back pushed against the wall. His lips covered yours and he kissed you with everything he had. It was mind-blowing, soul-stealing, and you felt your legs grow weak beneath you. His hands dipped under your shirt, wanting to feel your skin beneath his fingertips. You moaned against his mouth just before he released your lips to plant soft kisses down your neck. 

“Parker–” His name escaped your lips along with the breath you were holding. Your chest was tight, and you tried hard not to breathe him in. He was too close and your hunger was growing wilder by the minute. You growled before gripping the back of his neck and kissing him hard on the mouth, your tongue sweeping across his lower lip. 

Then he pulled back, his eyes staring into yours with a hunger that was almost as monstrous as your own. His pulse was raging in your head and you found your fangs wanting to emerge at the sight of his exposed neck. He pulled back from you, breathless and disheveled. 

“Meet me tonight.” Was all he said before turning to leave the elevator. You watched as he walked away. You were tempted to reel him back in and sate the hunger deep inside you, but that would have to wait.

 Tonight you would take what you wanted.

The remainder of the evening was painful. You couldn’t concentrate on the case and everything your teammates said went in one ear and out of the other. Finally the moon filled the sky as the night covered the navy yard with a blanket of stars. Parker had left, deciding they would pick up the case again tomorrow. The team reached a dead end. You knew exactly what killed your navy officer, but it wasn’t as if you could tell them that. 

You debated whether you were going to meet Parker or not. You avoided his gaze the remainder of the day, and he did the very same. It wasn’t easy keeping away from him, but now that it was time to meet, you felt fear take hold of you. You wanted Parker in more ways than one, and you weren’t sure which hunger would win tonight.

But despite your better judgment, you found yourself at his door.

“Do you need to talk about this? Or should we pick up where we left off?” He asked. It was gentlemanly of him to ask, but you weren’t in the mood for conversation. 

“No talking. More kissing.” He grinned before pulling you inside his apartment and crashed his lips to yours. You both fumbled down the hallway and toward his bedroom before you found your back pressed into the mattress with the weight of his body on top of yours. His kisses grew slower, more intimate as he cradled the back of your head with his hand. He pulled back to look at you, his green eyes searching your face. “You’re beautiful, you know. I always thought, but never knew–” He started to ramble but his words died in his throat as your lips silenced him, moving desperately against his.

“Didn’t I say no talking?” You murmured against his mouth. 

“Last I checked, I’m the boss.” He whispered, moaning as your tongue entered his mouth. He opened his mouth to you, giving you better access. Your hands threaded through his hair, your fingers lightly scratching against his scalp. This moment was surreal. You never thought you’d end up in bed with Agent Parker of all people. But all because of one little slip-up, you were going to end up having sex with him. Well, at least you hoped that’s what you were going to do. 

Your slowly protruding fangs had other plans for you tonight, but you were fighting the urge with everything you had. Parker was off-limits. You could never hurt him. 

Just the thought slowed your kisses. Your mouth moved gently against his, treating his lips as if they were delicate, like a petal from a rose. You pulled back just a hair, your eyes searching his. “Do we really want to do this?” You asked suddenly. 

“I do.” He was honest, his voice earnest in his response, “Do you?”

You exhaled a shaky breath, your hand moving to touch his face lightly. You traced the contours of his cheeks before swiping your thumb over his brow bone, over the shell of his ear before running your fingers through his hair. You could feel your eyes gentle over his face and he shivered under your tender touch. 

You didn’t just want him, you cared for him.

He frowned, his eyes flitting across your face as if to understand the sudden mood shift, “Are you okay?” You didn’t say anything. You cupped his face in your hands and pulled him down to your lips. Parker took your actions as the go-ahead and he reached down for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it from your body.

Your clothing ended up in a heap on the floor along with his suit.

After a thorough exploration of your body, Parker had you in his lap, your knees straddling his hips with his arms twisted around you. Your chest was touching his, his skin hot against your cool flesh. You had your hand wrapped around him, enticing small moans of pleasure with every stroke.

He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin , lifting you enough to center your body with his. You allowed him to lower you on top of him, your body now taking the place of your hand. You moaned as he completely filled you.

His lips danced across your shoulders as he guided you against him, your hips rocking gently into his. You stifled a moan and buried your face in the crook of his neck. With every thrust, you felt your insides quiver. There was a tightness building up in the pit of your stomach, and you found it hard to breathe. Your nose brushed against his neck, his pulse beating like a drum, calling and beckoning to be bitten. 

The hunger grew relentless. Parker was gentle in the way he made love to you, but with every rock of his hips against yours, your thirst got stronger. Your lips pressed against his pulse as if to test the waters. You pressed wet kisses along the length of his neck before you reached his throat. He lifted his chin, giving you access to his throat and you allowed your tongue to flicker across his exposed skin. You felt your end near and your breathing grew faster, your eyes darker, and the darkness within began to encase both of you and your fangs emerged from their hiding place, scraping lightly against his delicate flesh. 

You whimpered, but it wasn’t just from the pleasure, it was from the mere thought of sinking your teeth into his skin. “Parker, I can’t–”

“It’s okay.” He shushed you gently, his grip on you tightening as the two of you slowly rocked into ecstasy. As soon as you felt the euphoric bliss of pleasure mingled with his own release, the monster within was released as well. The beast took hold of you and your mouth closed over his neck. 

He cried out the moment your fangs sunk into his skin. “Wha–what the hell?” He gripped your body close, his muscles tensing beneath you as you grasped at the hairs behind his neck, tilting his head back enough to feed. 

He was trembling beneath your endeavors, unable to move or process what was happening. His blood tasted refined, almost as if you were given a priceless aged wine from the most prestigious winery. 

You could feel him grow colder under your grasp, his breathing shallow, and before you could completely drain him, you pulled back. Your hunger sated enough to meet the guilt that now loomed over you. “Alden I—” You could see blood trickling down from two newly made puncture wounds. 

“Did you just drink my blood?” He asked in a whisper and you were thankful he didn’t lose consciousness yet. 

“Yes.”

There was silence. Only a groan or two as he tried to keep from falling over. You kept a firm grip on him before taking his face in your hands, your eyes meeting his. He looked at you not only in confusion but with something akin to betrayal or was it lust? 

“Well damn. You are a vampire.” He said suddenly, as if everything made sense now. 

“Uh-huh.” You sighed. 

You watched his lashes flutter as he processed your admission, “You just fucking drank my blood.” He gripped your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

His brows furrowed, “Did you kill that Navy officer?”

You shook your head, your eyes pleading for him to believe you, “No. No, Alden I swear I didn’t.”

His voice lowered softly, “Were you planning to kill me?”

You were wrong. The pained look in his eyes was worse than a stake through the heart. “I could never.” You thumbed his jaw line, your fingers lightly brushing over his beard. “Please believe me.”

But he silenced you this time with his mouth covering yours. He kissed you hard and with a new hunger you recognized because it was a hunger that mirrored your own. He wasn’t angry. Shocked perhaps, but he wasn’t angry at all. Judging by the way you felt his arousal against your stomach, you could only conclude that Agent Parker discovered he had a vampire kink. 

You smirked, tilting your head down to lick the blood from his neck. 

“Will you do it again?” He asked, although there was still a slight quiver in his voice. He kept your body pressed against him as you licked the remainder of blood. 

You hummed against him, pulling back to look at him, “I took enough from you tonight. Any more and I could kill you.” You caressed his face, “But there is always tomorrow.” You grinned, your fangs exposed and willing. 

He shivered, before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulled back suddenly, his brow bouncing curiously, “Wait. Do you actually sleep in a coffin?” He scoffed in disbelief, “Should I start keeping garlic on me?”

You only rolled your eyes before reeling him back in, “Shut up before I bite you again.” 

“Oh, please do.” He said against your mouth, his tongue lightly teasing the point of your fangs.

[brrbrina]

this town. joe burrow x reader

pairing: joe burrow x reader

a/n: this is my first writing something!! i love reading and i love joe, i hope you guys enjoy this little chapter as a beginning of something i hope to write during my spring break. feedback is well received 😊

How far will you go for love?

How far will you let yourself go for the person you love the most?

You couldn’t recall when loneliness became sunshine and when long awaken nights became nights stargazing in the back of a truck as she was blushing “you do know that no amount of stars compare to how my eyes shine when they see yours, right?”.

Life was full of moments like this. that was until you went to college, Louisiana was the city that gave you everything to leave Dallas behind. they had a plan, you would go to college, he would work at his dad's sauce business near Austin, and everything would work out, right?

“What are you doing this Thursday?” “I have to study but I think I’ll finish by 9, what do you have in mind? “I´d love to see your face even if it was on a screen” “It´s a date then”.

“I´m so sorry baby I didn´t realize I would finish this late” you said staring at the clock beside her desk, calling your lover on the other side of the phone. 11:37 pm. “I think I´m going to get to sleep, I have a big test tomorrow but i promise as soon as I finish with these exams, I´m all yours baby” that wasn´t a lie, there wasn’t a day where you  wouldn’t dream of seeing his bright brown eyes and chocolate alike hair.  however, you couldn’t deny they were different, you met at an ice cream shop last year and even though they didn´t care about a long-distance relationship, something deep down inside her felt like both of them cared.

There were times when you didn’t know where this relationship was headed, were you insane for thinking you could really work it out?

“Hey y/n, you going to the game tonight?” Sophie, your roommate said as she enter your dorm and started looking at her closet looking for something yellow and purple. “Uhm I don’t know, I let river down on our facetime date and I really want to call him” “Oh come on! live a little, you can´t be glued to your phone waiting for him all the time, plus I really want you to meet my friend joe” “we´ve talked about this before, i have a boyfriend sophie, besides you said joe was the quarterback, how am i supposed to meet him if he´s playing” You said laughing staring at your phone hoping the screen would light up “So you do want to meet him” Sophie said looking at you with a grinning smile “I do not!!” You laughed “Please come with me just this one time, your dad would be so happy his little girl was enoying her college life”, That was true, your dad wanted the best for you, that’s why your family moved form mexico to the us when you were little “Don´t bring my dad into this” “I´ll leave him alone if you accept to come with me, por favor” she said making puppy eyes. “fine I´ll go” you said standing to look for something to wear  “yes! I promise you won’t regret this” sophie said as she hugged you.

“There’s no harm in meeting people”, that's what your head keep saying to you.

[ereardon]

Hi I'm have a question for you?; can you do a story on Jake Seresin & Kate from Slow Burn series that one time they went to Texas to visit his family for Christmas weekend and come to found out she pregnant again with their second child?

So sorry this took a while! I had to finish out the "As It Was" series in my brain before I could go back to these characters.

Hope you enjoy!

“You feelin’ OK, darling?” Jake asked, looking over at you in the passenger seat. You had your head pressed up against the glass, eyes screwed shut. You had felt nauseous since the minute the plane took off in San Diego, all the way to Austin. 

It didn’t help that Lucinda had screamed during takeoff, which only served to exacerbate the headache that was building in your temples. 

You sucked in a deep breath. 

“I’m fine,” you said softly, turning around to see that Luce was asleep in the car seat of the rental truck. Ahead, you saw the trees start to thin on either side of the narrow road. “Are we almost there?”

“We’re here,” Jake said quietly and you saw the way he was white knuckling the steering wheel. Going to his parent’s house for Christmas had been your idea. It had been five years since Lucinda was born. Two since the wedding. Their relationship was still strained, but you were adamant that he made an effort. 

He pulled up to a gate, rolling down the window and pressing in a passcode and you watched as the gate opened slowly, revealing a long driveway. 

You had known the Seresin’s had money. But this was more than just money. This was Texas money. Old money. It was generational wealth at its finest. You had to suck in a gasp when Jake swung the truck around the circular driveway in front of the house. 

“I’ll get the bags,” he said, throwing the car into park. “You grab Luce?” 

You nodded and slid out of the passenger seat, opening the back door “Wake up, baby,” you whispered in her ear, petting her dirty blonde hair with one hand. 

She opened her green eyes, slowly awakening.

“Come on, sweetheart,” you said, undoing the buckle and helping her out of the car. She was almost too big for you to hold, but she still held her arms out for you to carry her and you couldn’t deny her that. She was so self sufficient most of the time. Always wanting to run around in the yard, help with chores, play with her dolls, that you relished any moment where she still felt like a toddler. 

Jake pulled the bags out of the trunk and you turned to him, Lucinda in your arms, still sleepy. You watched his eyeline turn toward the house, saw the giant wooden doors open to reveal George and Shelley. 

“Ma,” Jake said softly as his mother approached. She kissed his cheek and held him in a tight hug, and you smiled. She turned to you and her gaze immediately landed on Lucinda. You shifted her before setting her down, crouching in front of her. 

“Honey, you gotta wake up. We’re at your grandparents' house.” 

Lucinda opened her eyes and grabbed your hand before turning around. Shelley approached her carefully. They had only been around each other a handful of times. She crouched down as you stood. 

“Hi there sweetheart, I’m Grandma Shelley. Do you remember me?” 

Lucinda looked up at you with questioning eyes and you smiled. She turned back to Shelley and nodded. 

Shelley smiled at her and offered her hand. “Do you want to come inside with us, sweetheart? There’s fresh cookies.” Lucinda’s eyes lit up and she slipped her hand into Shelley’s, who stood up and started walking with her toward the stairs and the front door. You watched as Jake’s father appeared, reaching for the bags. 

You looked up at him and smiled, moving closer and giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He let his hand linger on your back and gave you a short smile when you pulled away. 

“Kate,” he said, his deep voice laced with something you couldn’t put a finger on. It was akin to kindness. “Nice to see you.” 

“You too,” you said, swinging your purse onto your shoulder. “Jake, you got everything?” 

He nodded and you watched father and son look at each other tensely before grabbing the bags and heading up the walkway. 

You sighed, following them up the stairs. It was going to be a long four days. 

***

You weren’t quite sure what to expect. Jake had been suspiciously quiet about his family’s traditions. Your last five Christmases together had been small and cozy and perfect. 

Christmas at the Seresin house was a production. 

You hadn’t expected the fifteen foot Christmas tree in the two-story living room, or the mountain of presents taller than Lucinda, all perfectly wrapped in matching paper. 

Jake hadn’t prepared you for the feast, or the extra-long dining room table, or the fact that his sisters looked like Versace models in tight dresses and high heels and all you had bothered to bring was a sweater and pair of leggings. 

But it was worth watching Lucinda interact with her aunts and grandparents. Jake had let his relationship with his family stray after the accident, and you had spent the last five years slowly trying to guide him back. It wasn’t your place to force a relationship on him. But you knew, deep down, he wanted more contact. 

After dinner was cleaned up, someone turned on the stereo and everyone gathered around the tree. You watched Lucinda rip into a few presents, saving the major ones for Christmas morning, and watched her smile light up as Jake sat on the floor helping her build a doll castle she had received from Steph. 

An overwhelming wave of nausea forced you to excuse yourself upstairs to Jake’s childhood bedroom that you were sharing. You dropped to your knees on the marble floor, sitting back on your heels after you were through being sick. Standing up and washing your hands, you looked into the mirror. Your skin was clammy, your cheeks pink. Out of the corner of your eyes you spotted your toiletries bag and grabbed it, pulling out the pregnancy test you had bought at the gas station the night before. 

Five minutes later, you were staring down at the two pink lines in shock. It had been six years since you had done the same after finding out about Lucinda. Back then you had been terrified. 

Now, you were delighted. 

Jake had wanted another baby for years. Since the moment Lucinda could crawl, he had been begging you to have another. But you had enjoyed having one child. It meant you were able to give her all of your attention the way your mother had never spoiled you. 

A part of you had worried that having more than one would change your relationship with your daughter. 

You quickly hid the test in a spare Christmas gift bag tucked in your suitcase, and placed it on top of your dirty laundry pile, somewhere Jake wouldn’t look. 

When you reemerged downstairs, he peeled himself up off the floor and placed his hands on your waist. “You doing OK, baby?” he asked. 

You nodded and gave him a smile and a peck on the cheek. Behind him, you saw Shelley on the ground playing dolls with Lucinda, George and Steph mixing cocktails near a bar cart at the window. “I’m fine,” you said. “Just tired.” 

Jake smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist. “It’s getting late. How about I put Luce to bed and you go take a bath? Things are winding down here anyway.” 

“You sure?” 

“Positive. Go upstairs and get that fine ass in the tub.” 

You laughed as he patted your backside. Jake walked over to Lucinda and told her it was time for bed. She started to protest, but you overheard him mention Santa and her eyes went wide and she immediately stood up, causing Shelley and Jake’s other sister Mary to laugh. 

“Mommy, Daddy said that Santa’s coming in the morning! He knows where to find us,” she said, wrapping her hands around your legs and you leaned down, running your hand over her hair. 

“He sure does, sweetheart. Good thing you’ve been so good this year.” 

“Extra good,” she said softly. 

“Be good for daddy, OK princess, and go get ready for bed.” 

She smiled and held out her hand, letting Jake lead her upstairs. He tossed a look at you over his shoulder on their way up. A part of you melted watching them climb the stairs, engrossed in conversation.

Would it ever be the same once this next baby arrived? 

“Kate.” Shelley’s voice stopped you. You turned around. “Thank you.” 

“For what?”

“I know this must have been your idea,” she said softly, running her fingers absentmindedly over the cuff of her red Chanel jacket. “So thank you. We haven’t had a Christmas like this in a long time.” 

You nodded. “It’s important to be with family.” 

“Goodnight sweetheart,” she said and it was such an intimate moment that you nearly reached out and pulled her into a hug. But instead you simply smiled and started upstairs. 

Walking into Jake’s room, you spotted a small wrapped gift in the center of the bed. You stepped closer and picked it up, turning it over in your hands. 

“You can open it.” Jake stood in the doorway, a grin on his handsome face. He closed the door softly and crossed the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s from Santa.” 

You chuckled and slid your finger under the wrapping paper, pulling it open to reveal a crimson jewelry box. When you clicked it open, there was a diamond tennis necklace nestled on cream cushioning. You gasped and looked up. Jake smiled. 

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispered. 

“Jake! It’s way too much.” 

He shook his head and reached out for the box, taking it out of your hands and lifting the necklace to your neck. You pulled your hair back and let him fasten it before dropping your hair and touching the cold diamonds and metal that lay flat against your collarbone. “It’s perfect,” he said. “Just like you.” 

You scrambled off of the bed and into the closet, emerging with the gift bag. You had wanted to do something special. Maybe get him a new coffee mug, or any kind of surprise reaction that you saw on Instagram all the time. But you couldn’t wait that long to tell him. “Here,” you said, shoving the bag into his hands. “Sorry I did a shit wrapping job.” 

He laughed and stuck his hand in the mostly empty bag. There wasn’t even tissue paper, just the pregnancy test sitting at the bottom. His fingers closed around the stick and he yanked it out, eyes wide. It took a second for him to read the results window and digest the news. His green eyes flickered to yours in shock and he stood up. “You’re pregnant?” he whispered. 

You nodded and Jake immediately pulled you into his arms, pressing kisses along your neck and lips. 

“We’re having a baby!” he said quietly, not wanting to wake Lucinda in the next room. When you pulled back, you saw he had excited tears in his eyes. “When did you find out?” 

“Twenty minutes ago,” you said and he chuckled, one hand already moving down to press against your lower stomach. “No wonder I’ve felt so awful since we got here.” 

“I thought it was just a reaction to spending Christmas with my family,” he said dryly and you frowned. 

“Jake, your parents love you. And your sisters. You need to give them the benefit of the doubt.” 

“We’re here, aren’t we?” he said. “I don’t want to talk about them. Let’s go wake up Luce and tell her the good news.” 

“Let her sleep,” you said, stroking his cheek. “We’ll tell her in the morning.” 

Jake pulled you into his arms. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant again. You were so fucking sexy.” 

You laughed and swatted at him playfully. “Gross, stop it.” 

“I’m serious! You were so sexy. I mean you’re always sexy, but still.” He dropped down to his knees and lifted your shirt, pressing a kiss against your skin and making you shiver. “I hope it’s a boy. I mean, I’d be happy with either. But I’d love a son.” 

“Me too.” 

In the morning, you woke up with Jake’s arms wrapped around you and Lucinda’s cold hands pressed against your face. 

“Mommy!” 

“Yeah, baby,” you said, rolling over. 

“Santa was here!” 

“Sure was, sweetpea. Go downstairs, OK, mommy and daddy will be right there.” 

You watched as she scrambled off the bed and out the door. You shoved Jake’s shoulder. “Time to get up. Presents.” 

He grumbled and laid a kiss on your forehead, stumbling out of bed into the bathroom. You admired his shirtless figure from behind before joining him. 

Descending the stairs, still in your pajamas, you saw George already had Lucinda in his lap under the tree, a square gift in her hands. She looked up excitedly when she saw you and Jake walk into the room. 

“Mommy’s here! We can start opening gifts.” 

“I tried to keep her occupied as long as I could,” George said and you gave him a soft smile. “She’s got a one-track mind.” 

You settled into the chair near the fireplace, which was already roaring, and watched as Lucinda tore through presents. Eventually, Shelley, Mary and Steph joined. Jake took a seat next to you, handing you a glass of juice. 

Once all of the gifts had been opened, the sun had started to spread over the horizon outside the two-story windows. Lucinda sat surrounded by a mountain of presents. 

“Alright, time to clean this all up,” you said, sitting up. 

Jake put his hand on your shoulder. “Aren’t you forgetting our gift for Luce?” he asked quietly. You looked at him with questioning eyes. In front of his family? But he simply nodded and you could see how excited he was. He wanted to share this with them, too.

“Come here, sweetheart,” you said, opening your arms and Lucinda tossed herself against you. “Mommy and daddy have one more present for you.” She looked around excitedly, but there were no unwrapped gifts left. 

“You’re going to be a big sister,” Jake said softly. He took Lucinda’s small hand in his own and pressed it against your belly. “Mommy’s going to have a baby.” 

You heard a gasp and looked up to see Shelley with her hand over her mouth. When she pulled it away you saw excitement across her features. 

Lucinda’s warm hand traced gently across your flat stomach. “A baby?” she asked quietly. 

You nodded. “Yeah, honey. You’re going to have a brother or sister. You get to be a big sibling.” 

She smiled. “I want a brother.” 

You looked at Jake and laughed. He smiled down at her and kissed her temple. “Me too, sweetheart.” 

A shadow crossed the room and you looked up to see George standing above where the three of you sat. He hesitated for a moment, before leaning down and kissing the top of your head. “Congrats,” he said quietly. He held out a hand and Jake stood, already reaching out for a handshake, when his father grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug. You watched as he hesitated for a moment before hugging him back. Behind them, you saw Steph and Mary with tears brimming in their eyes from the couch across the room. 

“Congratulations, son,” George whispered when they pulled apart. 

Jake smiled and made his way back to where you were sitting, Lucinda curled up in your lap. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and you leaned over, kissing his cheek. 

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he said, pressing his hand over your stomach. 

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fanfic: ghost is your neighbor, part 1 (?)

[I've just started reading fanfics again last week and it has awakened something very deep from my teenage self that had been asleep for years. now I can't stop writing ideas, so I thought I'd post some. (still figuring out how the girlies make the posts look so nice).]

18+, nsfw (i guess), f! reader

cw: nothing so far, really

summary: you move to a new apartment and have simon as your neighbor. kind of a slow burn

not proofread, I literally should be studying for a test right now

It was the third time you were moving in less than a year, but you tried your best not to let it bring you down, trying to think of all nice things you liked about the new apartment: nice big windows, open kitchen, quick commute to the office and, most importantly, safe building.

The movers had already done most of the work, installed the heavy curtains and the TV on the wall, assembled shelves, carried your mattress, etc. Now, all that was still left were a few boxes of books and cutlery.

Every time you had to move you wondered why you owned so much stuff, you tried making your collection smaller and smaller with each move, but still cursed yourself over having kept so many miscellaneous items each time.

One downside of this new building was the lack of an elevator, so you had to carry your boxes for three flights of stairs. As you carried the last heavy box, you reached the fourth floor just in time to run into your new neighbor leaving his apartment, right across from yours. You were so distracted watching your steps not to fall over, that you were caught off guard when, in a slight glimpse at your neighbor, you were hit with the image of a big man wearing a black balaclava. Already thinking the worst, you gasped in absolute fear, you dropped your box, almost falling down the stairs you had just climbed and clenched the handrail.

He stood still for a moment in the hall, and put his arms up a little, in an attempt to demonstrate his innocence. He had his apartment keys still in his hand.

You took a deep breath and tried to recompose yourself, before you could reach the floor, he was already gathering the few books that had fallen from your box and put them back inside, handing you the box afterward.

"I'm sorry, sir" you said, unable to look at his eyes. "and thank you".

The truth is, Simon had just come home a few days ago and hadn't adjusted back to people's reactions to his habit of covering his face. He felt he was toning it down with the balaclava, really. He felt a bit bad for you, when he noticed your hands were shaking when he gave you your box back, but he didn't really say anything. Just nodded at your words and moved down the stairs quickly.

You opened your door as fast as you could, resting the box on the counter as soon as you stepped inside. You locked the door behind you and took another deep breath. You thought of calling a friend to talk, maybe call your mom or your sister, but ended up deciding you were ok and just served yourself a glass of white wine.

The next morning, after a few long minutes of hesitation, you confidently knocked on his door, praying that your grandma's cookie recipe was as good as you remembered it to be.

You heard him sigh a few seconds before opening the door. He must have seen you through the peephole, God, he already hates me, you thought, feeling your cheeks burn.

The door was opened to reveal his tall figure in front of you, only a black surgical mask this time. He looked bigger than you remembered, but a little less intimidating now that you could see his hair and eyes.

"Hey," you started with your best smile "I wanted to apologize for yesterday, it was really...impolite of me."

"It's alright" he shrugged, his voice made your legs a bit weak.

"I brought you some cookies" you felt pathetic handing him the tupperware "I've just moved in, you know?" of course he knew "and I don't really know anyone here, so..." you continued, but didn't really know where you were going with that, so you decided to just stop talking. It felt a bit unnecessary to confess that you'd enjoy having a good relationship with your neighbors, for some reason.

He seemed a bit confused, but accepted the gift, taking the cookies from your hands slowly, as if to make sure that you really meant it. "Thank you." he said, looking at it in his hands and then back at you "I'm Simon"

You introduced yourself, shaking his very firm hands before taking a step back and finding an excuse to go back to your apartment and hide your face on a pillow.

The next afternoon, just a few minutes after you came home from work, he knocked on your door. Two loud knocks.

You looked through the peephole and felt a little spasm in your stomach before unlocking the door. You greeted him with a smile and leaned at the door frame.

He wore the black surgical mask again, you noticed the tattoos on his arms now that he had a short-sleeved t-shirt on, and he smelled of nicotine and good shampoo. Does he live alone? you wondered.

"'wanted to return this" he said simply, offering you your now empty and cleaned tupperware back. "they were really good."

"Thank you." you grabbed it from his hands while your mind tried to look for new things you could say, but it wasn't necessary.

"Do you have more of them?" he asked bluntly, following up immediately with "Sorry to ask."

"It's ok!" you responded and said you could bake more but didn't have any at the moment, which wasn't entirely true but you kept the looped mantra in your head of not inviting strange men inside.

He insisted that it wasn't necessary, although his eyes seemed a bit disappointed. You guaranteed you'd make them anyway, cursing your people-pleasing tendencies in the back of your mind. You had the urge to invite him inside and keep talking to him, but you were able to be brave and not do it, having to watch him mumble an excuse to leave.

"See you later." he said, before walking back to his apartment and, although you didn't know when "later" was, something inside you hoped it'd be soon.