#the idea of a doctor looking at a baby and going hmmm. i know what Gender this thang is just seems like

[rel312]

I HAD NO IDEA SEASON 2 CAME OUT ALREADY SO NOW IM GOING TO SCREAM ABOUT IT

Episode 1:

CROWLEY WANTED TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE BACK TO THE PLACE THEY FIRST MET

CROWLEY PROTECTED AZIRAPHALE FIRST IM SCREAMING

(My brother actually came into my room to tell me to shut up)

Of course Aziraphale would just forgive 8 months rent

Lmao Gabriel’s just walking down the street ass naked

Gabriel just hugged Aziraphale I can’t

“James. Long for Jim, short for Gabriel”

Crowley knows Aziraphale so well, but poor guy he only calls him for 3 reasons

Poor Crowley is trying so hard not to freak out about the “naked man friend”

The conversation between Crowley and Jim I can’t

Maggie and Nina are trapped together!!

Michael and Uriel are fighting let’s gooo

Crowley just casually let the girls out lmao

THERES AN I WAS WRONG DANCE OH MY GOD

THEYRE PERFORMING A MIRACLE TOGETHER

Aaaaaand of course it goes immediately wrong

Episode 2:

Gabriel’s wig is atrocious

IS AZIRAPHALE GOING TO BE THE SUPREME ARCHANGEL NOW

A jukebox that turns every song into Everyday like the Bentley with Queen, hmmm….

Crowley looks like a doting partner bringing his husband a drink

“Get humans wet and staring into each other’s eyes, vavoom, sorted” sir… are you telling me that’s what did it for you???

Crowley’s so confounded that Jane Austen wrote books

THE VOICE OF GOD???

HE TURNED ALL THE GOATS INTO BIRDS

Crowley scaring the kids cause they were brats but not actually killing them aww

The little girl asking to be a blue lizard with her siblings she’s so cute

CROWLEY TAUGHT AZIRAPHALE TO EAT

I cannot believe Aziraphale was the first to talk about sides I love them

Crowley and Aziraphale working together for the first time to save the kids

Aziraphale looks so shaken to have lied poor baby

Crowley babe he’s begging for you to drive him

“Our car” you can’t take it that far lol

Poor Aziraphale really thought he was gonna fall he was about to cry

Crowley was so soft in that last scene

Episode 3:

Jim’s stuff is all labeled

Aziraphale looks like a proud father to Muriel

Crowley’s moving the plants to use the car

They both look like parents I love them

Crowley brought Aziraphale to a cemetery because he thought it would amuse him, that is date behavior

Crowley is about to kill Aziraphale for changing his car

NESSIE?!?!

“Operation: Lovebirds” Crowley is such a dork

Aziraphale just is not getting anything lol

Crowley… shrunk himself??? And then grew himself????

Crowley tempted her to be good I love him

I love the very closed sign

Demons can’t enter somewhere uninvited???

He’s so angry Aziraphale might be hurt

Episode 4:

BEEBOP

“His type”????

“I remember hearing that you and Crowley were an item” HOLY SHIT

HE CALLED CROWLEY HIS GOOD FRIEND AFTER THE CHURCH!!!

“This office has gone 13 5 0 days without anyone saying ‘THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED’”

Glad to see Aziraphale in his magic era

Crowley’s impression is hilarious

“Someone you can really trust” and his first thought is Crowley 🥹

Aziraphale has a gun and Crowley has never shot one

Crowley was shaking he was so scared and Aziraphale was so proud of his trick

Furfur not knowing how to pronounce Aziraphale lmao

Sleight of hand!

Look at them finding a middle ground in shades of grey!

Lmao Crowley would murder him if he knew Aziraphale didn’t put the brakes

Episode 5:

They’re talking about Doctor Who

Aziraphale’s giving books and Crowley’s playing with crystal balls, I love them

Aziraphale being bad at French is so funny to me

Nina grilling Crowley on his relationship with Aziraphale is everything

Crowley was confronted with his feelings and immediately went out to get a drink with Aziraphale

Crowley’s so mad go off king

The matchbox!

Aww look at Crowley denying he’s nice

The romantic music while Crowley looks at Aziraphale with the chandelier

Oh. My. GOD. Jim’s suit!

Lol that’s not what I was expecting when they said masks will be provided

AZIRAPHALE WANTS TO DANCE WITH CROWLEY

THEYRE DANCING!!!!!!

“Surrender the angle”

Gabriel’s coat!!

“T. O. S. T. E.”

“You’re a good lad” “not actually, either”

“Rescuing me makes him so happy” you can’t just say things like that and expect me to be normal about it

Episode 6:

Crowley’s just bouncing around in heaven

“I’m done with being scared” *flips them the bird*

Oh sweetie, you meant well but no

“Crowley’s emotional support angel” yes, yes that’s exactly what he is

Crowley’s little supportive punch to Muriel was so cute

AZIRAPHALES HALO?!?!

THE FLY

Gabriel x Beelzebub confirmed??

The fact that Gabriel and Beelzebub were able to sort this out in a few years while it’s taken Crowley and Aziraphale 6000 is insane

And the fact that Aziraphale grabbed Crowley’s arm when he realized that

Crowley’s so impressed with Aziraphale bringing everyone to order

Aziraphale’s face at Crowley talking about Alpha Centauri

Aziraphale looking at Crowley with so much love in his eyes is giving me life

THE METATRON?!?!

Aziraphale looking to Crowley for permission I can’t

Crowley knowing Aziraphale will come back and saying they need “a little us time” at the Ritz

Crowley getting antsy that Aziraphale’s not back yet

Nina taking inspiration from Crowley and calling Maggie angel my beloved

Crowley looks devastated that Aziraphale interrupted him

Aziraphale looks so incredibly happy at getting Crowley to be an angel again but there’s no way Crowley wants that

Crowley’s getting so emotional

“Just be an us” stooooopppppp

“I need you” I can’t take this!

Nightingales

THEY KISSED!!!!!!!!!

Aziraphale touched his lips after I’m dying

Aziraphale stop being so stupid and get him back

The- the second coming??

YOU CANNOT END IT HERE

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

Please tell me there will be a season 3 I can’t handle this

[buckgasms]

I just read Dirty Doctor Barnes once again and I absolutely love it😩 I was wondering if you could write another one where they finally get some alone time to themselves

Ooooooh what about a PDR Dr Barnes Style???

He tells you to block out an entire afternoon for your annual review so by the time it rolls around you are full of nerves and excitement because you know it's not going to be a straight forward, form filling exercise.

📝

So actually you are quite disappointed when you walk into his office and see a form on his desk and he's fully dressed and looks a little....bored.

But when he sees you he smiles, first sweet then dark. It already has your tummy fluttering as you take a seat opposite him.

"So... You've been with me for a full year now. Have you enjoyed your time so far?"

"Oh yeah, I've learnt a lot and it's been a lot of fun" you giggle as he raises his eyebrows taking notes. Feeling frustrated with the lack of contact you stand up and scoot round the table and slide into his lap, "let me take the notes doctor..."

He chuckles in your ear and drags you further into his lap, gripping your thighs in his firm hands.

You clear your throat and look at the first box. "Performance?" You twist a little and he smirks at you before dragging his laptop forward and tapping on the space bar. It blinks to life and there is a paused video of you and Bucky which, after another tap, springs to life.

Blood rushes to your ears and he wraps his arms tighter around your waist. You had no idea he'd been filming this whole time.

"Tell me what you think angel? Do you think you give a good performance?"

He's made some sort of filthy compilation of your best moments. You have to say, given the look of bliss on his face as you suck his cock in the clip that you do in fact give a good performance.

"Ahem, the employer is supposed to answer those questions" you say trying to sound indignant, but it's more squeaky than you hoped. He presses a kiss on your neck and pulls up your skirt, slipping his fingers into your folds and rubbing at your wet heat.

"That's right... Well then I would say, performance is excellent. Takes direction well and... Baby take this down..." He chides as his fingers sink into you making you moan. With shaking hands you manage to scrawl down what you remember and lean your head back on his shoulder when you're done.

"Ok what's next? Communication? Oh well let's have a listen shall we?" He turns up the volume and the room is filled with your moans.

"Please Bucky... Right there.... More, please more... I'm yours...."

You had no idea you were so vocal but the evidence is there. He continues to play with your pussy and makes a mess of you as the film plays.

"Write this down baby, very good communicator, expresses opinion openly which is appreciated." He reaches forward and finds another clip. "Let's see about your listening shall we?"

This time the film shows you following his orders, moving this way and that, sucking and fucking as his voice demands off screen. You see your eyes are filled with tears of frustration as he tells you over and over to hold your orgasm, don't be selfish, don't be naughty, be good and you can come.

You remember how torturous that afternoon was even now as he plays with you. "Look how good you were sweet girl. Taking my instructions even when you wanna come on my cock hmmm?" You nod and gasp and his fingers pump into you, the sound of your wetness mixing with the moans from the movie.

You manage to scribble something down as he flicks back to the dirty compilation, skipping between clips of you, seeing yourself being fucked in the most delicious and insane positions in his examination chair.

"Employee strengths? Let's say, a flexible approach to work, willingness to learn and the ability to take on big loads..." He tines that last comment with a clip of you having his come pumped over your pretty face.

Your giggle turns into a gasp as he flicks your clit and pumps his fingers fast so you can't hold in your orgasm, making your writhe and moan on his lap.

📝

Of course the form includes 'Areas for Improvement' so Dr Barnes takes it upon himself to remind you of your selfish need to come all the time and how cross you get when a patient enjoys her appointment.

For that you get draped across the table, hands tied and tears streaming down your cheeks as he spanks you. He also presses a vibrator to your pussy to challenge you to prove you can indeed control your greedy cunt. It doesn't work, of course, because this man knows how to work your body and on the tenth spank you have come, desire running down your legs as he tuts. It earns you ten more spanks.

📝

Finally for being such a model employee he straps you up in his chair and gives you a good pounding, this time with the added excitement of wondering if he's been filming all this as well.

When your pussy is sore and used he spends time kissing it all over, sucking and licking until you are squealing at the pleasure and pain of the sensitivity. He growls as your come drenches his chin, your body twitching as each of his heavy pants is enough to make you flutter.

He finishes off the review by pumping you full, spreading his load across your pussy and tummy until he's satisfied with the mess you are.

Your body goes slack as you relax in the restraints and he moves around to press kisses to your cheeks and lips. He smiles at you and your beam back, and he plants another kiss on your lips.

"I'd say a very informative performance review wouldn't you sweetie?"

[foxilayde]

Solidarity [Nathan Bateman x Fem!Reader]

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: you have your ultrasound and wish that you had taken your baby daddy with you to the appointment

A/N: This is stupid. Don't look at me.

You step into the town car that’s waiting for you outside the doctor’s office in Oslo. You’re in a daze after your appointment. You barely register the valet shutting the door behind you, the instinctual buckling of your seatbelt, and the vibrating hum of solitude only hits you as you merge onto the freeway outside of the city’s epicenter. 

You pick up the tablet on the seat beside you and FaceTime Nathan. Stupid fucking bastard-ass, potent-ass, billionare-ass—

The loading screen swiftly transforms into your “vacation home”, the walls are familiar, though you’re not sure which room it is he’s addressing you from. Somewhere in the recesses if your logical mind you know that there’s zero reason for you to be angry at Nathan, but blame it on your hormones, or shock, or whatever, you’re alone and you’re scared and this is somehow ALL his fault. Nathan’s brow is crunched and it appears as though his tablet is placed on the floor, him answering from above. Too busy to dain to speak with you face to face, huh? Fucking god-complex-ass mother fucker!

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”

What’s up?? Whats UP?? WHATS UP?? He says it so nonchalantly, dipping out of view for god knows what reason. Leaving you to bellow to the view of the vaulted ceilings of your shared secured Norway cabin. 

“What’s up?? What’s up???? I NEEDED YOU THERE, BATEMAN, THAT’S WHATS UP.” Hot tears start to slide down your cheeks, the waterworks soften your angry business-like tone into something way too vulnerable for you to unpack right now.

Nathan takes the tablet in hand and gives a proper full face greeting, complete with furrowed brow. He’s scanning your background, you’re sure, to see if anything behind you is amiss. Anything detectable.

“Honey, please spare me the dramatics and just tell me what the issue is, I—“

“the ISSUE!! THE ISSUE is that WEEE, you and me, youuuu and iiiiii…. Are having aaahhh fucking TWINS, NATHAN. TWINS.”

Nathan observes you over the top of his glasses. “Is this a part of the—“

“NO!!! NOOOO, ITS NOT!! its not a part of our BIT. I aahhhhh! I wish it WAS!” You laugh and drag a hand down your face, slumping further into the black leather seats of the town car. 

“Just checking—“

“Yeah! YEAH. I knoW!! I know you’re just ‘checking’. BELIEVE ME! I drilled the doctor and her whole damn office for five minutes straight with the stuff, the goop on my belly.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Thanks to us and our little stupid ‘what if it’s twiiiins? oooooohhhoooo’ Ooogah boogah shit we’ve been pulling on each other, I was UNDERSTANDABLY DUBIOUS when the doctor told me that I was pregnant with twins. Plus since you booked the appointment, I was suspicious.”

“Shepherd’s the best obstetrician on the continent. Why else would I move us to this sleepy fucking village? But, babe, You were what? Searching her office for hidden cameras?”

The laughter in his voice makes you furious and your voice hits an octive previously unknown to you,

“I grabbed her by the coat and demanded to know how much you were paying her!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE PUNKING ME”

“Babe, Punking you? that show hasn’t relevant in, what, a deca—“

“FUCK YOURSELF, BATEMAN!!”

“Calm down”

“I can’t be calm!! I need you here!!”

“I offered to go.” 

“I know! I know you did! But… I thought! I thought…. I don’t know what I thought… I THOUGHT that I could PROVE myself to you… prove how capable I could be? Could prove what a burden I wouldn’t be… that I could, I don’t KNOW: show you that your life wouldn’t CHANGE too much! That I could raise the baby under your roof with you hardly even noticing…. Or something stupid, I don’t even know anymore, Nate.” 

“Hmmm, yeah. Not your best idea.”

“I cannot DO this ALONE!”

“Hey, dumbass.”

“DON’T! I’m hormonal.”

“…. sweetheart?”

You sniff, “that’s better”

“Honey, you’re not alone. Look.” Nathan pulls back the screen and you realize you’ve been looking at the vaulted ceiling of one of the guest bedrooms. On the floor is all the makings of a crib. One that you hearted from the pottery barn website a couple of weeks ago. Is he for REAL?

“I’m… halfway done.” He laughs, “Well more like one quarter of the way done now… Tell Terry to stop by pottery barn on your way back so I can get this shit knocked out today.”

“What? I thought you had a board meeting?”

“cancelled it.”

“Why?”

“Well, I was planning on going to an ultrasound appointment today.”

“You…. You wanted to go?”

Nathan audibly drops his screwdriver and runs a hand from his brow to his beard. “Honey, you gotta stop listening to the voice in your head and start listening to the one in my mouth.”

“Okay. Okay… you’re right. The stress can’t be good for the baby…. babIES.. shiiit.. okay okay…. I’m calm.”

“Good. And pick up some fish from the market, too. You know the spot. Don’t let Lee try to pawn that Dover Sole crap off on you either. Yellow fin, baby, say it with me, yellow. fin.” 

“I can’t have fish.”

“Its not for you.” 

“SOLIDARTITY. Remember?”

“I’m already 8 weeks into dry-Fuckuary… you’re going to make me give up sushi, too? I thought you said my life wasn’t going to change.” That last bit might have cracked you if it wasn’t for his wry smile and the peek of teeth gleaming against his black beard.

“No fish.”

“Fine. No fish. Just get the crib.”

“Okay, Nate.”

“Honey?”

“Yeah.”

“I know my life is going to change. I can handle some change, alright?”

“Alright.”

“That’s my girl.” 

“By the way there’s a fifty percent chance that its your fault.”

“What?!”

“The twins.”

“My FAULT? Honey. Honey fuking bunny. Lets not start this ‘fault’ shit again.”

“She said. She said if they’re fraternal it’s my fault, and if they’re identical it’s your fault.”

“Doctor Shepherd said that? Really? She said “fault”?”

“No. She said ‘responsible’.”

Nathan scratches his beard.

“Okay then. If they look the same, I’ll raise them and if they look different, then you’ll raise them.”

Your easy smile is returning to your face. He might be an asshole, but he never fails to put a smile on your face. “And if we can’t tell?”

“Then plan C. Parent trap them.”

“I’ll move to London with one and you move to Napa with the other and we’ll meet up again when the twins find each other at summer camp and devise a ruse to get us back together?”

“Not for nothing, but I’d make one helluva vineyard farmer… with a smoking hot gold-digger assistant.”

“I can see it. With the hat, too. On horseback.”

“I’ll have Maggie look into some winery real estate. Tell the driver to get off at the next exit for pottery barn.”

“Are you tracking me??”

“I track the packages for my charging cables, of course I’m fucking tracking you, honey.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Don’t forget the fish.”

“Nathan!”

“Joking. Solidarity.”

“Solidarity.”

[nellie-elizabeth]

Doctor Who: The Devil's Chord (14x02)

Maybe I'm just a hater? I don't know. I liked this one better than the last in some ways, but I still... hmmm.

Cons:

So, I want to narrow in on what I was noticing about the Doctor and Ruby. There are plenty of moments when they play off of each other just fine, but they become pretty difficult to watch, for me, whenever they enter a mode I'm going to call "dynamic duo putting together the clues". It's that classic beat in many episodes of this show where the weirdness is happening, and the Doctor and his companion are riffing off each other, putting the pieces together, throwing out theories. The way these two do it is just... god, it's like, this weird manic energy where they don't actually riff, one of them just says something and the other one just repeats it in a high-pitched tone with a bunch of exclamation points. It's like they trying to manufacture the proper energy of invigoration by force, instead of their energies naturally feeding off of each other. I can't explain it any better than that.

I also feel like their affection for each other isn't earned; there are a couple of Ruby/Doctor hugs in this episode, the two of them reaching for each other when scared or in danger, that felt so proscribed to me. And there's this moment where Ruby is insisting, worriedly, "but you always have the answer!" and the Doctor has to give her the dire news that he doesn't know the way out of this one, and it just... I don't know. For one thing, this is only Ruby's third adventure with the Doctor, and he didn't have the answers the other two times either. For another, I think it comes a little too early in the episode to be this moment of despair before the turn to triumph, so it just kind of lands flat.

Also, I promise I'm not trying to be a hater just for the sake of it, but the premise of this episode was so thin on the ground. The Space Babies episode had the advantage of having a sort of cogent message, whereas here it's... if music goes away in the 1960s, by the 2020s, the whole world will be an apocalyptic wasteland? What? Like, this idea about music being the highest ideal of humanity, the thing that elevates the human soul... I guess there's sort of something there, but I kept thinking about people who don't like music or can't access it due to disability, or like... people who like music fine but appreciate other forms of art more. It just felt like such a strange thesis statement to state so concretely without really exploring.

And dear lord, the actors they got to play the Beatles looked nothing like them. Which is crazy because I feel like Beatles tribute bands and impersonators must be a dime a dozen, right? I literally had trouble distinguishing which one was meant to be John and which one was meant to be Paul.

Pros:

Again, I didn't hate this episode, I just... couldn't fully connect to it the way I really wanted to. Our Drag Queen villain, the Maestro, was delightfully wild, and I liked the visuals of the music battle, with the Doctor and Ruby getting trapped in instruments.

I also loved everything about the 1960s vibes, the costumes and the sets and that music number at the end: all a great deal of fun. The same-sex dance pairing moments I thought were really excellent! I also didn't mind the references to the overall plot that were woven in here. First, there's Ruby having a song buried within her from the day she was born, with unusual power that the Doctor, and even a god, can't quite understand. Then you have the Maestro departing with the threat that "the one who waits is almost here", so that's a fun bit of tension building.

And the scene where the Doctor teaches Ruby a harsh lesson by bringing her forward to 2024 and showing her the world in ruin... well. I already said I found this premise kind of shaky and uninspired, but I thought the object lesson on the delicate nature of reality was pretty impactful. Ruby listing the way that music and dancing made her life better also worked to personalize the dilemma of the episode for me.

I wish that instead of the Beatles finding inspiration inside their souls or whatever, it had turned out to be just... a random somebody humming a little tune alone in their home or something. The idea that you can't actually take music from people, and that Ruby playing that song on the rooftop inspired something in someone, that would have worked without it literally being John Lennon and Paul McCartney, you know? But even with that said, I did like the conceit of just a little idea in their head, pressed onto the keys of the piano, and that's enough all on its own to defeat our baddie.

I guess I'll stop there? I do feel like I'm on the outside looking in, so far with this season. I've been seeing fairly favorable reviews, and I guess for me it just feels like... well, the energy is certainly different, than it has been recently. But I'm not sure if different is actually the same thing as better? I'm happy that more risks are being taken, and I still have hope.

7/10

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #85A

I’ve come back from the future to warn you that today’s Brain Curd is incredibly lazy! It’s so lazy, in fact, that if my calculations are correct, it could have caused a rift in the time-space continuum! We simply cannot have that, so here is another Curd to balance the equation!

“What’s that?” Nessa asked, having just walked into the kitchen. Instead of coffee in the pot, there was a mysterious green glowing liquid.

“Oh, that?” Beatrice answered. “That’s tea that makes you go back in time to the day you were born.”

“Huh?”

“When you drink it, you go back to when you were a baby coming out of your Mom in the hospital.”

“How is that possible?”

“It’s the miracle of life, Ness, it’s perfectly normal.”

“No, I mean the tea.”

“I brewed it from these leaves.” Beatrice pointed at the tin. “See?”

Nessa picked up the tin and read the label: “Tea That Sends You Back To When You Were A Little Baby (Exiting The Womb).”

“This really doesn’t clear anything up,” she said.

“Read the ingredients.”

Nessa turned it around. “But the ingredients just say the same thing.”

“It’s very high quality stuff. Quite pure.”

“Does it really work?”

“I have no idea. I sure hope so, since I spent my rent money on it.”

“You what?!?” Nessa panicked. “We’ll get evicted!”

“I figured that wouldn’t be a problem since I’m going back to being a little baby and the doctor will spank my butt to make sure I start breathing and stuff. And then I just live off of milk for a while which is way cheaper for me.”

“Wait, it turns you into a baby? You don’t just go and watch?”

“No way, dude, that would be creepy. That’s my mom, I don’t wanna see that.”

“Do you, like… just stay that way?”

“Ness, do you not know how babies work? They grow up. They get bigger, you know. Start eating solid food, stuff like that.”

“So you don’t come back?”

“I mean, not until I grow up and move in with you again.”

“Hmmm…” Nessa rubbed her chin. “I have an idea. When you turn back into a baby, do you keep your memories?”

“The salesman didn’t mention it. Only one way to find out!” Beatrice chugged a whole cup of the stuff in one swig. Her pupils dilated and she started vibrating like a semi truck traveling eighty-eight miles an hour sideways. She spasmed, breathed in deeply, and looked over at Nessa.

Nessa waved her hand in front of Beatrice’s face. “You okay?”

“Deja Vu, dude…”

“What?”

“I swear I’ve had this tea before.”

“But did you remember anything when you went back to being a baby?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Not until I drank the tea again.”

“What?”

“This is… so, like… it’s hard to explain, but I, like, feel like I did everything else once, but I drank the tea twice. Does that make sense?”

“So you didn’t remember anything. Shoot.” Nessa rubbed her forehead. “There goes my plan to get the rent money.”

“What was that?” Beatrice asked.

“Invest in Apple back in the 90s.”

“I can give it another shot.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s no biggie. I wanted to live my life again anyway.”

Beatrice poured another cup and chugged it, once again looked like she was riding a lawnmower down a cliff, and took a deep breath.

“Damn, dude.” She said, coming to.

“What?”

“This stuff tastes awful.”

“Did it work?”

“Nah, I tried to buy stocks but I was six so I didn’t have any money.”

“Shit. Now what?”

“There’s a little bit left. Maybe if you drink it, it’ll be just enough to take you back to the beginning of this conversation and we can try again.”

“It’s worth a try, I guess,” Nessa said, shrugging, as she poured the remainder of the pot down her throat. She blinked and all of a sudden found herself slightly disoriented, walking through the doorway to the kitchen holding a mug. She looked at it in her hand and figured she must have come out for coffee.

“What’s that?” Nessa asked, having just walked into the kitchen. Instead of coffee in the pot, there was a mysterious green glowing liquid.

“Oh, that?” Beatrice answered. “That’s tea that makes you go back in time to the day you were born.”

[dulcewrites]

I’m dying for more of the Fools such in au. Do you have any more ideas/ thoughts you wanted to share about it? What was the moment Aemond realized he and Myrah might actually be happy together and vise versa?

Yes, I do have more thoughts! Thank you for asking First and foremost, I just recommend watching the movie (fools rush in) for anyone who hasn’t seen it. Not even just for this, mainly bc it’s one of my favs and I think others should watch if they haven’t 💀

Anyway onto the thoughts. I’m gonna try to do like a mini timeline of events I could see happening and hopefully that answers some things

Myrah and Aemond meet at a restaurant owned by Myrah’s aunt. In this cute little town right outside the city (where Aemond lives)

They instantly hit it off ofc, go back to Aemond’s hotel…. Baelor is conceived 😊. Myrah books it out of there in the morning before Aemond even wakes up

They go about their business for weeks till Myrah starts feeling tired a lot, and even feeling a bit sick. So she goes to the doctor. The checkup is going pretty normal till her doctor is suddenly like ‘congrats mama 🤭’ and myrah is just like ??? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Myrah goes back and forth between even telling anyone and just getting an abortion is secret. But she breaks down one day to her mom bc she scared. Her parents are pretty traditional so ngl it does hurt their soul a bit that their young daughter is pregnant and won’t even tell them who the father is. Her aunt (who owns the restaurant) is like 👀 but also is like ‘girl if you want this baby dead I’ll drive you’

In the end, myrah ends up deciding to keep the baby. Then makes the decision to tell Aemond. Not bc she wants anything but more for him to know. She doesn’t want some guy showing up in 10 years like hmmm is that my kid. But she is nervous bc she knows how this looks. She knew very little about Aemond, or his family. But it takes one google search and she’s like ‘ofc he’s from one of those families’. She comes from a working class background. She can only imagine what his family would think about her

So, she shows up at [insert work place for Aemond I haven’t decided on]. Not super appropriate but she kind of has no other way to reach him.

He is confused to see her. She asks if they can get lunch, mainly bc she wants to tell him in front of people so he doesn’t act up lmao

Anyway he takes it… not great. He excused himself to go scream in the bathroom 😭. But when he comes back myrah reassures him she doesn’t want anything. This was a curtesy thing, and that she (and the baby) will be fine.

Aemond shocks her, and honestly himself, by asking if he can come to the first appointment. Myrah is halfway to saying no bc her parents advised her to cut ties cleanly especially if he doesn’t explicitly say he wants to be around permanately. But he looks so earnest so she says yes.

I sort of debated how I imagine Aemond telling his family, namely Alicent. Honestly I could see him jay blurting it out one night on the phone. Like ‘I’m having a kid’. Now this ofc shocks Alicent. Bc frankly, she thought if any kid would be making her a young grandma is Aegon. But she gives him sound advice about raising a child (especially while not being in relationship with the mom) is not easy. And if he’s not 100% in, he needs to leave them alone for their sake.

the thing that really pushes him to step up is viserys tbh. His father is so critical of him for this. Probably makes some disparaging comments about myah when he hears she’s essentially a struggling artist. Hinting at her doing this on purpose. And Aemond really can’t believe for a moment bc really??? Viserys targaryen has something to say about raising kids??? That’s rich. But then he remembers how clueless his father is so sure he would think he’s a great father/made good decisions and has room to talk

Anyway fast forward to the first appointment with the obstetric. I feel this appointment def lays the early stages of them being good for each other. It should be nerve wrecking and awkward, and don’t get me wrong some parts are, but he holds her hand and when they do the ultrasound he has that’s “their” baby in there.

When they leave, Aemond is very clear about wanting to make it work. Not just co-parenting but with myrah herself

Ok that was super long winded opening to their relationship. Anyway in terms of hiccups they may face. Aemond is a workaholic. Hard to curve and him and myrah butt heads a lot of what things are considered ‘important’ in life. It is understandable when you grow up in the family dynamic he did, that ideals in that department is murky. They both have to create appropriate boundaries before baby Baelor comes.

Moments they realize they could be happy together. For Aemond, the way she gels with his mom and siblings. Mainly Alicent. She also tells viserys and daemon to fuck off one night (she instantly feels guilty. Pregnancy hormones what can ya say) but Aemond loves her for it. Also when Baelor comes, Aemond sort of feels like his heart is bursting. For myrah, the fact that Aemond tries. She isn’t expecting perfection but nothing bothers her more than someone who dwells in their situation when they have the means/wherewithal to get better. Also he is very handson from the get go. One of her fav memories is him shooing her out of the apartment so him and Aegon could paint the nursery. As well decorating the nursery with him

[killerandhealerqueen]

Another AU idea, you say? Hmmm, what's it about? Shout into the void for us hehe.

Also, the ideas switch in your brain seems to have been permanently left on. It could've picked a time you weren't so busy lol.

Haha, you a real one for this, bestie. And yeah, my brain could have picked a better time, but it always does this so I am...unfortunately, used to it.

Anyways. This is gonna be long, so it's going under the cut

So, the new au I originally had planned was an Android Au, sort of like Detroit Becomes Human, you know? Where Chen Yuzhi would be an android that has to work with Jiang Yuelou, who's a cop and hates androids. But then I realized I sort of already did that idea when I wrote The Demon and the Angel and I'm like...I don't really want to write the same story again and I don't know enough about androids/robotics to make the story...believable? Like, I haven't actually played Detroit Becomes Human, I just know about it from tumblr and from youtube gameplays. So...scrapped that idea.

And then, and then! My brain was like...how about that Demon-Dragon King au you did a while back with Demon-Dragon King!Jiang Yuelou and God of Healing!Chen Yuzhi and I'm like...you fucking right. Except I changed it to where Jiang Yuelou is now just a dragon who offers protection over a land and so every year, the kingdom sends up a girl to act as a sacrifice so that the dragon will continue to give them protection.

However, that whole system is completely dashed when Chen Yuzhi, a humble doctor, actually finds a dragon in a clearing while searching for herbs and roots to use for his medicines and realizes that the dragon's wing is torn. He takes a step forward and the dragon tells him to go away but he offers to stitch the wing for him. The dragon allows him to do so and after the wing is stitched, the dragon leaves (without saying thank you because you know, dragons).

Anyways, Chen Yuzhi goes back to the kingdom after he gets what he needs, only to be dragged to the palace and told that the dragon itself wants him to be its sacrifice. Chen Yuzhi is a little shocked and everyone is just sort of...agreeing with this and he's like "Don't I get a say?" and an elder just backhands him for being insolent and uh...oof. The sky starts to rumble and the ground shakes and then a person appears and they are not happy. They're like "you dare hit my consort" and everyone's just like whom the fuck until they realize, oh shit the dragon. So the dragon goes over and helps Chen Yuzhi up and then glares at the elders, warning them that if they ever hurt Chen Yuzhi again, he's raining fire down upon the kingdom.

They then leave and Chen Yuzhi is like "you're not...actually gonna rain down fire, right?" The dragon just sort of laughs and says no, he won't, not if Chen Yuzhi doesn't want him to. Chen Yuzhi then asks his name and the dragon replies that he doesn't have one, so Chen Yuzhi gives him one: Jiang Yuelou. Jiang Yuelou is rather happy with the name, just as a mother with a sick baby comes running over to them and asks Chen Yuzhi to take a look at her child.

So he does and Jiang Yuelou follows, leaning against the frame of the door as Chen Yuzhi tells the mother to come back in an hour, that her baby will be better by then. The mother agrees and leaves, causing Jiang Yuelou to look at Chen Yuzhi in confusion and ask if it would have been better for the mother to stay. Chen Yuzhi just laughs and says he doesn't want the mother to see what he's about to do before he places two fingers to the baby's forehead and heals it. Jiang Yuelou is shocked and demands to know what he is, only to have Chen Yuzhi laugh and assure him that he's human. Jiang Yuelou just gives him a look and tells him that humans can't heal people nor can their eyes glow. So what is he. Chen Yuzhi smiles and tells him that he's a god, of sorts. A healing god. Jiang Yuelou is shocked before he smiles, rather happy, because he was afraid that he was going to outlive Chen Yuzhi but seeing as that he's a god, he's not so worried.

They have other conversations, like about the sacrifices that were sent every year (Jiang Yuelou tells him that dragons don't eat humans and that he sent the girls to live in other countries or other lands so that they wouldn't have to go home and face the shame from the elders as the elders would blame them for bringing misfortune upon the land because they came home), about Chen Yuzhi being his consort (Chen Yuzhi is his first and only consort and he won't take another), and other things.

And then shit starts to get angsty when a princess from another land comes to offer herself up as the sacrifice to the dragon, only to find out that the dragon has already taken a sacrifice/consort. The princess (Zhao Moqing because who else would it be) is not happy and demands to know just who the person is that the dragon chose and the king tells her Chen Yuzhi. She then orders her servants and guards to find him and bring him to her.

So the guards go and do that and when a guard finds Chen Yuzhi and Jiang Yuelou heading home for the evening, and the guard asks Chen Yuzhi if he's Chen Yuzhi, which he tells him that he is. The guard then tries to grab him (stupid idea, really), only to have Jiang Yuelou grab his arm and squeeze, shattering every bone in it (because dragon strength). Chen Yuzhi quickly heals the guard and tells him to get lost before Jiang Yuelou does something worse to him before he and Jiang Yuelou have a bit of an argument about Jiang Yuelou being a little too overprotective. The argument quickly ends after Jiang Yuelou admits that Chen Yuzhi is the first person he actually wants to take care of and protect so that's why he's being so overprotective and Chen Yuzhi's like huh...that's new (he's so used to protecting/healing others that he's not used to someone protecting him).

Anyways, I haven't finished outlining/writing the rest of the au but basically Zhao Moqing does end up kidnapping Chen Yuzhi and torturing him (because she's supposed to be the sacrifice, not him) and then Jiang Yuelou comes and saves him (because of course he does. No one kidnaps a dragon's consort and thinks they're gonna get away with it). Jiang Yuelou does destroy Zhao Moqing (I don't think I'm going to have him destroy the kingdom, too many innocent lives and Chen Yuzhi wouldn't want him to do that) and somehow I'll finish it off all fluffy and cute.

But yeah, that's the new au. I really hyperfixated on this one, which is why it's much more detailed than the Mafia au and the Soulmate au that you asked about before...need to jump back on those...after this one is done.

But thank you again for asking!

[astronicht]

For the au ask meme, nolpat & something medieval?

i just typed this out in a fugue state so!! bless. also i see now that you did not specify tk/np but hopefully that’s okay!

1. Okay i just did a viking AU so we’re going hmmm we’re going. Look Nolan might be about to be Hildegard of Bingen. He’s in a monastery he’s seeing visions he is writing books he is not actually writing really cool music but he knows people who are writing really cool music.

2. Travis followed his cousin into the family business. In this case this is not ice hockey but doctoring, which is also kind of bloody and messy and not actually super intellectually respected. He’s called in to help out Nolan, who is sickly. Important to stop here and note that Nolan is not tonsured; his hair is very nice. There’s actually some weird gender stuff going on, but that’s actually pretty normal for a 12th century monastery so like. As you were. Travis rolls with it.

3. Travis is like. Babe (Eastern Orthodox respectful), I know the point of monasticism is like. Being removed from the world? But your secretary is skeevy and why do you have to publish all your work thru him??? And Nolan admits that he learned Latin kind of late, because God did not see fit to give him miraculous grammar at the same time as shoving visions of the earth as a globe of water and silt and air swirling in a skin of fire, like oil burning on water up above the clouds. And Travis is like. Baby (still Eastern Orthodox respectful, though honestly the East-West schism has barely begun and Christianity looks largely the same across the board atm). I had to learn Latin for being a doctor. Mostly medical terms and stuff but I’ll transcribe. It’s not so bad (it is so bad. Latin is a punishment. But he’s got a goal right now.)

4. So Travis lightly kidnaps this internationally famous monk who writes letters to kings and sees screaming gold light and angels sometimes and is like. How do you like your gulasch, babe. Shit the Columbian trade hasn’t started yet, there’s no paprika for like 300 years. Okay so it’s not gulasch but presumably he has come up with the next best thing; it involves beer in the sauce and sauerkraut. Maybe some dumplings. He writes down what Nolan says is important to write down, no matter what, because he said he would.

5. The light kidnapping turns out to have been a great idea because Nolan’s ex-monastery gets totally sacked by the Mongols around 1240. He still has weird visions but sometimes they’re just that today is a good day for fish to bite in the river. And Travis does not say “yes dear it is raining so the fishing will be good.” he says “Do you want to visit your mom next week?” because Travis is sometimes slow on the uptake and doesn’t hear the song of creation in his head but he is a smart enough man to kidnap a renowned monk and settle him down by a good river and back near his family, who have sworn up and down that they haven’t seen him to anyone who comes knocking. Nolan fishes a lot and only hums along to the music of the spheres as the planets dip and spin in the burning ether a little bit. It’s pretty chill. Travis is hot when he is setting a broken leg so that’s great too.

[lokiforever]

❤️Always there for you ❤️

Loki x reader

The reader is Loki’s wife.

You were laying in your and Loki’s bed in fever. Yes, you were sick. It was after Loki went for the mission last evening. He had to return today, by night.

It was already 5 in the evening and you were feeling way too weak to even stand up properly.

You sat up and after a lot of will you finally stood up and went down stairs in the living room. You picked up a chocolate and sat on the couch in front of the tv. You turned it on but closed it after a few minutes as it was making you feel even more tired.

You nibbled on the chocolate and laid on the couch. Soon after, you fell asleep. You woke up to the sound of the main door opening, as soon as it opened you saw Loki.

Loki : Darling, I'm home!

His eyes fell on you, laying on the couch. Nose pink, matching the color of your pink, red cheeks with heavy eyes. You stood up you felt the word darken in front of your eyes before it was normal again.

Y/N : Hey, Loki! Welcome home.

You smiled at him. His face was full of concern. He immediately came to you and helped you sit back down.

Loki : You need to rest, dear.

He kissed your forehead feeling your burning hot skin on his cold lips.

Loki : Oh Norns! You're burning, darling!

He said almost in a panicked way.

Y/N : Hey, hey...relax, love. It's just a common flu.

Loki : Ok...

He said, still not fully convinced.

Loki : Did you visit the doctor?

Y/N : Uhh.......

Loki : I know that look! You didn't, did you?

You shook your head.

Y/N : I was feeling way too exhausted to drive to the clinic yet alone go to the car.

Loki : Why didn't you call me??!!

Y/N : You were on the mission with the other avengers, remember?

Loki : It's not more important than you!

Y/N : Awwww....you're soooo sweet, Lokes!

Loki : hehehe. Come on let's go to the doctor.

Y/N : It's okay Loki. I'd be fine.

Loki : I know, but you have to visit the doctor.

Y/N : Ok, ok! First you go, freshen up. You just got back. Speaking of which, how was your mission?

Loki : It went on fluently.

Y/N : That's awesome to hear. You didn't get hurt, did you?

Loki : Oh, I'm fine. Anyways, those mortals were way too weak to even stand against me.

He says proudly.

Y/N : *chuckles* Amazing!............... Shit!!!

Loki : What's wrong?

Y/N : I have to go on a mission four days from now.

Loki : What?!!! Let me call Stark. I'll ask him to assign it to someone else.

Y/N : Calm down, mister ! I'll be fine till then..................hopefully!

Loki : But-

Y/N : It's fine, Loki, really! Go and freshen up.

Loki : Fine.....

He takes a quick shower and comes back to you.

Loki : Darling?

Y/N : Hmmm....

Loki : Would you like some tea before we go to the doctor?

Y/N : I'm fine,love. Thanks. I don't feel like having anything.

Loki : It'll help in curing sore throat. Just a little?

Y/N : I really don't want to drink or eat anything....

Loki : Fine! *sighs* what if I get you chocolates if you drink it? As many as you want?!!

Y/N : Really?! As many as I want? Some crisps too? *puppy eyes *

Loki : *chuckles*You naughty little minx! Fine!

Y/N : Okay! I'll have that tea!

He chuckles. His idea worked.

After a few minutes he came towards the couch with two mugs in his hands.

He placed them on the table and helped you sit up, the blanket still draped on your shoulders and head only opening your face and just enough of your hands to hold the cup.

Loki adored you, his sweet baby girl.

You carefully sipped your tea.

Y/N : It is great, Lokes! And soooo soothing!!

Loki : See! I told you it'd help.

Both of you chuckle.

Loki : Now, honestly tell me how you're feeling. Each and every thing.

Y/N : Umm......congested nose. Head and full body ache. Heavy eyes and fever.... only. Oh, and dizzy feeling sometimes. Nothing too serious.

Loki *with wide eyes and an arched brow* : 'Only'? Let's go, immediately.

Y/N : Ok...just let me change.

Loki : Umm......

He waved his hand and with a green shimmer your clothes were changed.

Y/N : You're truly amazing! *chuckles*

Loki *smiles*: Thanks, darling!

He takes you to the car and helps you sit down. He then rushes to his side and sits down.

He drives you both to the clinic.

At the clinic the doctor told you that it's a normal flu just like you said earlier and Loki let out a sigh of relief "Thank the Norns!" You guys got the medicines and drove back. After taking the promised chocolates. Of course.

When you two got home Loki set a warm bath for you.

*After the bath*

You were sitting on your bed with Loki when he stood up.

Y/N : Don't leave!!!!

You give him your best puppy eyes.

Loki: I'm not leaving, darling. Just going to get something for you to eat.

Y/N : I don't want to eat anything.

Loki: A little,please?

Y/N : Noooo Loki

Loki: You need to eat.

Y/N : I really don't want to...

Loki : Is that so?

Y/N : Mmhmm!

Loki : Ok, then

Y/N : Yayy

Loki : Just the fact that, I'll be taking your chocolates

You pout

Y/N : Noooooo

Loki : You'll have to eat dinner if you want them.

Y/N : What??!!!! But-

Loki: No but's

Y/N : Fine

Loki : That's my sweet darling!.

He turns and starts to go out.

Y/N : Loki?

He pauses in his place and turns around.

Loki: Yes, my love

Y/N : I love you

Loki : I love you too, sweetheart

He smiles and you mirror the action.

After 45 minutes or so he returns with a bowl of mac&cheese placed decently on a tray with a napkin, a fork, a spoon, and a cheesecake which he ordered online for you. You were simply lying in your bed, scrolling through your phone when you heard his voice and looked up while smiling like a child who met her favorite person after a long time .

Loki : Darling, Dinners ready. Mac&cheese on the menu.

Y/N : Really? I'd like to change my mind about not wanting to eat 'anything'.

He chuckled. And brought the tray towards you and placed it on the side table to help you sit up.

He took a spoonful and fed you after making sure that it wasn't burning hot.

Y/N : Mmmmmmm it's soooooooo delicious, Lokes!!!!!

Loki : Thanks, darling

After feeding you the dinner followed by the dessert, he gave you the medicines.

He then, helped you change into your night dress.

Y/N : Thank you so much, babe

He came out after changing into his night trousers and t-shirt when you thanked.

Loki : You're always welcome, darling....but what are you thanking me for?

Y/N : For everything! Yet alone existing. I can never imagine my life without you.

He smiled and kissed you but you pulled away.

Y/N : I can pass you the germs...

Loki: You can't pass me anything, sweetheart. I'm a God. These midgardian germs can't affect me.

He said before kissing you again.

He read to you while caressing your scalp gently as you laid on the bed head on his chest and arms wrapped around him. You loved him. More than anything. He was always there for you and always will be.❤️

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

[the-whispers-of-death]

desperate for any stone and mārīe interactions, so like any good writer, im just gonna. force it into existence.

maybe she has a break from school and is on the ranch a lot more with stone while sylvester's at work getting that bread

imagining her being super super hyped to spend time with her 2nd favorite dad in the whole world.... only to go to bed the previous day and sleep until noon

i really wanna say that they have both horses *and* ponies there. cuz she *begged* for them and theyre all named after MLP characters, sorry but my heart says its true

maybe shes not really allowed around the horses cause theyre still new and getting used to their new home and scared/nervous horses dont discriminate when bucking

imagining her being really really eager though and being a little nuisance and going "if you dont let me see the horsies it means you dont love me :(((" to stone

anyways she gets to go see said horsies. and feed them.

i feel like she'd be the type to try and help with like cleaning and transporting the hay and whatnot, only to be utterly useless but very, very enthusiastic about "helping" anyways

type of girl who'd befriend all of the farm cats. theyre all named after warrior cat cats. sorry. probably keeps bringing them inside, despite sylvester being mildly allergic and always scolding her afterwards

... imagining her getting horse riding lessons and. oh fuck. you know what happens at riding lessons... anyways stone looks away for a *second* and. oh f u c k

anyways imagine sylvester coming home after his 9-5, only to *not* be met with his bumbling daughter running up and yapping his ear off. first major red flag

second flag being... *why the fuck is stone so nervous and sweaty all of a sudden,,, hmmm*

"... love, whats---" "she fell off a horse, okay?????" "WHAT"

no idea how much this mischaracterizes him, but my hear says hes an awful medic for kids. too aware of his size, too aware he can make things worse, and worst of all, *scare* the kids

i wanna say mārīte is fine and only got a few bruises and just hit her head a little, but still got sentenced to the bed by stone. but still, sylvester aint happy. who would be? now poor guy's just stressing out over potential brain injury

"i leave you two alone for ONE day-- stone. look at me. *look at me*. bad boy. ugh. >:( unbelievable"

imagining him just going to the kitchen to make dinner afterwards, mood ruined and. oh.... *its... already made*

*cough* later its just... "baby.. dya wanna make up f'r me fully? wanna be a good boy f'r daddy again? 'm sorry for yellin' lovely... c'mon, come to me.. good.. thats a good boy" *cough*

~ rusty

Stone needs to be fucked real good to even think he can be forgiven for the grave mistake he made.

Stone's only a good medic for kid if he's Girl Dad!Stone (because of course he's not going to let a random stranger doctor his kid). But he's not Girl Dad!Stone here, he's Canon!Stone. And Canon!Stone has only ever patched up adult soldiers in his life until he met Sylvester and Mārīte.

All this to say, he's never going to look away ever again. But also, he probably most likely would've never looked away in the first place (can we say thank you to his paranoia??) but for this scenario, we'll just pretend he somehow doesn't have the insane amount of paranoia that would've led to him not taking his eyes off of Mārīte on a horse.

[spidernerdsblog]

Snamzjjs ok I just finish going through the blurbs for MMIH (love it btw) so ok if you’re still doing those blurbs could you do one of the first time Tom and reader have sex after she’s had the kids? Like it’s all fluffy and sensual cuz he wants to be gentle with her and make sure she’s ok and not uncomfortable cuz her body changed

Thank you so much!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (series)

Passion

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, lactation kink, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

“They're asleep.” Tom says as he walks in your bedroom bare chested in just his grey sweatpants after checking up on your twins in the nursery.

“You're the best, daddy.” You snickered from inside your covers on the bed. It was Tom's idea that you say daddy and mommy in front of your babies so that it would be their first words and you were having quite some fun teasing him about that.

He shakes his head smiling and gets inside the covers pulling you closer. “Anything for you my mama bear.” He kisses you deeply, pressing you against his body and you wince. 

“What's wrong?” Tom pulls back with concern. 

“Nothing, it's just my boobs. They are killing me.”

Tom looked down at your full and round breasts. He cupped them both in his hands and started to gently massage them. “Want daddy to make you feel better, princess?”

“Yes please, daddy.” You whimpered. Tom didn't have to be told twice as he pulled down your nightdress. He didn't think you could get any more beautiful but he was proved wrong. Your body grew stunning more than ever— curvy and voluptuous. His hungry eyes feasted upon your tight swollen breasts, nipples large and darker than usual. They started to leak with the slight stimulation of cold air against your warm skin. 

Supporting a breast in his palm he closes his mouth around a nipple. He sucks gently, swirling his tongue around it and the milk begins to flow, filling his mouth with your sweetness. 

You let out a soft moan of relief. That moan reaches directly down his pants as his cock thickens. You feel his hard length pressed against your stomach and reach out to stroke him through his sweatpants.

“Darling” he says hoarsely looking up at you.

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t start anything we won’t be able to finish.”

You chuckle at his pained expression mixed with arousal. “I want you to finish it tonight.” You guide his hand over your soaked panties.

His breath stalls for a second. It’s been two goddamn months since you two had sex besides the few orals and handjobs. It was literally a torture because nothing compares to being buried deep inside you and hearing your loud moans of his name. “Are you sure?”  

“Yes.” you gasp when he runs a finger down your slit. “My recovery period is up, the doctor gave the clearance.” 

Heat and lust clouds his vision as he pushes you back down on the bed and climbs on top of you. He moves to slide your panties down your legs. Latching onto your breast again he trails his fingers up the inside of your thighs. He spreads your delicate folds rubbing the pad of his thumb on your clit in slow circles. Your back arches when he slides in two thick fingers. A loud moan escapes from your mouth which he knows all too well. Your fingers weave through his soft curls as you grind against his fingers.

He curls his fingers inside you hitting that spongy spot and you start to cum, spurting milk in his mouth. Tom continues to rub your pussy wringing the last bit of pleasure out of you to give you the relief you needed. 

“Feel better?”

“A lot.” you pant.

When you come down from your high you push down his sweatpants along with his boxers freeing his thick and hard cock. Tom grabs himself by the head and rubs it between your pussy lips. It slides easily with how wet you are.

“Oh my god.” you moan when he strokes your swollen nub.

Slowly he pushes the tip inside you and you hiss out at the stretch. “Does it hurt?” his brows draw in with concern.

“No! Just go on.” you say urgently.

A groan escapes his mouth as he sinks inside you slowly filling you to the brim. “Shit so tight!” Your warm velvety walls feel like a hot furnace around him. “Oh God I don't think I'm going to last more than ten seconds.” 

“I feel so full, Tom. Really didn’t think it would feel this good.” you blabbered in your lust filled haze.

Tom stills inside you, slightly surprised. “You didn’t think it would be good?”

“I pushed out two babies.” you state out plainly looking down at your body. 

Tom’s gaze softens as he realizes about your insecurity with your body but he wants you to see the way he sees you— strong and beautiful who brought his children in this world. His fingers intertwine with yours as he pins your hands beside your head. “You're perfect, love.” he kisses the tip of your nose. “This pussy is perfect, so warm and wet. I'm in heaven baby.” And thrusts his hips forward to prove it to you making you both moan. 

You clench around him in response and clamp around him tighter. Tom closes his eyes and takes some deep breaths to gain some control so that he doesn't come right away. He then begins to move, setting a steady pace. Hard in, slow out, going deeper with each stroke.

Your breasts rub against his hard chest with every thrust doubling your pleasure. “I'm close.” You whisper and he crashes his mouth to your as your tongues collide against each other greedily. This is it, the love and passion you have for each other. He never felt so connected to you as he does when he is deep inside you, smelling the scent of your skin and hair, the way your legs wrapped around him as he covers your body with his. 

You cry against his mouth as both of you climax together wrapped in each other's arms. After the pleasure of your orgasms subsides Tom collapses next to you breathing hard.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.” he mumbles into the mattress. You run a hand down his spine and squeeze his ass. His dick jolts awake with renewed enthusiasm.

“Make it five.” you laugh.

Reblogs are appreciated ❤

[sugarbooger513]

JJK Men x Insecure chubby Fem!reader

Today has been hard to think of myself positively, and I have friends who struggle with the same thing, so I thought I could indulge some people with some very loved characters reminding us that, no matter our size, we're perfect.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami

Warnings: Insecurities, body dysphoria, Toji's gets spicy (sue me), suggestive at the end of Nanami's, tooth rotting fluff.

Satoru Gojo

- Let's be completely honest here, this man rarely feels insecure, if he ever does.

- He wouldn't be able to sympathize, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, it makes him care a lot more.

- His comfort methods aren't for everyone either, so be prepared. He's trying, give him that.

- Humor. That's what this man knows. Iykyk, this man deflects any form of trauma with his humor.

- If he notices it isn't working, then he'll come up with something else because he loves you. That love tells him that he has to try.

"Oh sweetie pie, I'm home!" Satoru's voice carries easily through the house, but you can't seem to care at the moment. Your cheeks still feel somewhat sticky from the tears that have fallen the past thirty minutes.

"Honey bun? I said I-" His voice cuts off, and you know you're caught. The bed shifts where your boyfriend lowers himself beside you. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it, Satoru." He removes his blindfold with a small chuckle. "Did your favorite anime character die?" "No." "You sure? You tend to sob when-" "I said I don't want to talk about it."

He freezes at the way you lash out at him. Yeah, something is actually wrong.

"Love," his voice softens in a way that shows how worried he is, "is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" You're quiet for a minute, but you eventually scoot closer to him.

"You want me to hold you?" All you manage is a nod before more tears slide down your cheeks. His long arms encase you securely against him. "I can do that as long as you need. I'm here for you, Y/N."

The two of you stay like that, you crying softly into his uniform while he runs his hand up and down your back.

Eventually, your sobs turn into small sniffles, and you finally speak. "I.. I'm sorry for snapping at your earlier, Sato." He smiles at the loving nickname. "No, baby, I'm sorry for joking around. You wanna talk about it now?"

"I just... I was thinking about.. how many girls looks so much better than I do." He scoffs. "You're kidding, right?" "Sato.." "No, I mean that. It isn't a joke. Baby, we've been through this since day one. I. Want. You."

You hide your now blushing face against his chest. "But.. I just don't understand.." "Look at me, baby." When you do, his bright blue eyes seem to shimmer. "You're the love of my life. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and every other synonym to those that I'll have to get Nanami to teach me because I will remind you everyday until it gets through your thick ass skull."

His hand comes up to rest on your chubby cheek, where he starts to wipe away the drying tears. "I. Love. You. So. Freaking. Much. Y/N." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on a different part of your face, until he eventually meets your lips.

The small giggles you let out makes him smile. "There's that beautiful laugh! Come on, why don't I pop some popcorn and we go watch whatever you want on the TV?" Your shit eating grin makes him snort a bit of laughter. "Even if it ends in a favorite character dying?"

"I don't mind having to hold you a bit longer."

Toji Fushiguro

- This is also someone I don't think can really empathize with you and your insecurities.

- However, when this man falls he falls HARD

- He will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

- Well

- Anything he can do while still seeming nonchalant about it

- Lets talk about how this man would take matters into his own hands, with his own hands, to make sure you know how loved you are. (You couldn't have expected just fluff with him, give me a break y'all.)

"Y/N," Toji kicks his shoes off carelessly at the door, "I'm home." He raises a confused eyebrow when he looks around the house. Plates from your movie night yesterday lay strewn about the coffee table, still.

'She never leaves dishes out. That's weird.'

He starts to walk around the house, worry filling his chest. It just isn't like you to leave a mess, or to not greet him at the door. There's no way someone came and did something to you, right? No one is THAT dumb, surely.

When he hears the small sniffles coming from your shared bedroom, he breathes a small sigh of relief. "Y/N? I'm coming in." He pushes the bedroom door open to see you cuddling his pillow while laying on your side.

His eyes widen at the sight of your body trembling from the small sobs. "Y/N?" He walks around the bed to kneel in front of you. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing Toji. Sorry, I-I know the house is a w-wreck." "Shut up about the damn house. I don't care. Why are you crying?"

You finally sit up, which lets him sit beside you on the bed. "I just.. Bad day." "Who do I need to stab?" "T-Toji?! You can't solve everything by stabbing!" He shrugs a bit. "You can try."

He smiles sweetly when you slap his arm. "That isn't funny." "Hmmm, but it made your cheeks flush." "Toji Fushiguro!" "Alright, alright. You wanna tell me what's wrong now?"

"I just.. looked in a mirror for too long, babe. Don't worry about-" "I'm lost. What do you mean you looked in one for too long?" You sigh, knowing he hates vague answers.

"My body is disgusting me today, Toji." He scrunches his eyebrows and leans in a bit closer to you. Your face heats up from the slight glare in his eyes.

"Looks the same to me." "Toji, I-" "Correct yourself." His already deep voice seems to drop even lower. Your entire body trembles. "S-Sir."

"Good girl. Now, let me get this straight. You don't think you're attractive." You shake your head, suddenly feeling the tears come back to your eyes. "Why not?" "J-Just.. my body.. it isn't.." "Skinny?" The word hurts your heart, but you nod, knowing he expects some sort of answer.

"So? You're exactly what I need, Y/N." You glance up to meet his loving gaze. "N-need?" "Don't play dumb. You know I need you. Now, we have to fix those insecurities."

He stands, offering his hand out to you. When you take it, he pulls you to your feet.

"Now," he groans as he lays back down on the bed, "I've had a tiring day at work. I want you to strip and come take a seat." "A-a seat?" His smirk tells you what you need to know before he elaborates. "I AM rather starved. Come on, I'm pretty impatient."

"To-Sir, I'm too.." "Heavy? Try again. You aren't getting out of this." He snaps his fingers, and the sound runs deep into your core. His eyes watch you hungrily as you start to get out of your pants.

"Now, for every one of your orgasms, I want to hear 'I'm Toji's pretty princess.' Understand?" "Y-yes sir."

You have no idea what posses you, but you finally let out you own witty comment. "You could at least take me to dinner first."

"You cheeky brat, don't worry. I have plans for your meal."

Hope you don't mind being hoarse for a while. You had to repeat just how pretty you were a number of times.

Choso Kamo

- SWEETEST MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR

- He doesn't see a single flaw in you, honestly.

- Plus, he doesn't really understand beauty standards. All he knows is he loves every inch of you.

- Nothing goes unloved by this big ass baby.

- You crying would probably bring him to tears because he feeds off your emotion.

- But there is no doubt this man will do anything and everything to see your smile again.

- A true king who just wants his queen as happy as she makes him.

He left you for maybe an hour. Maybe. Choso just had to run and pick up a movie from Yuji.

"Angel, Yuji said that we have to-" He drops the movie the instant he sees tears in your eyes. "L-love? What happened?"

He rushes to your side and wastes no time wrapping you in his strong embrace. Your hands grip his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer.

"What happened? Do you need something? A doctor?" His eyes are scanning your body for any signs of pain. His hands running gently over your back, arm, sides, but everything seems normal.

"I-I'm okay, Cho." "No, you aren't. Please, angel, don't lie to me." His own eyes start to fill with tears, but he tries to will them away. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but seeing you in any pain hurts him just as much.

"Cho, I just.. It's stupid." His large hands cup your face so you're forced to meet his eyes. "Nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Absolutely nothing, my love."

"I.. I tried to put on a hoodie of yours because I was cold." He blinks in confusion. "Was.. was it dirty?" "No I.. I stretched it out.." he tilts his head.

"Is that all?" You nod, but even more tears come to your eyes. "I just hate how big I am.. I thought you would find it cute to come home and see me in your clothes but.. I just messed them up.." He stands, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "C-Cho?"

"I bought some of your favorite ice cream. You know, the kind you always crave on your period. I figure we can cuddle and you can enjoy it while we watch a movie."

"I- I don't really want anything to eat." He smiles, still grabbing it and a spoon. "I know, but just in case. Listen," he places the carton on the table next to you, "you're gorgeous. Every part of you just screams beauty. Nothing could ever change that. Not your size, not you stretching out a stupid hoodie, not you crying, nothing."

He opens the carton, only to get a spoonful out and kneel in front of you. "Open up, angel." You do as he says and allow him to feed you the ice cream. You can't help but smile as you eat it.

His index finger wipes a few old tears from your cheeks. "There's that smile I love. Now, I think we need a movie and some cuddles. How does that sound?" You can only nod, absolutely floored by how much Choso truly loves you.

No more negative thoughts came to your mind while you laid against his chest. He even took a few times to feed you more ice cream throughout the movie.

Oh yeah, he totally bought new hoodies in a bigger size so you could wear them around the house without fear of stretching them.

Kento Nanami

- KING ENERGY

- You can't tell me this man doesn't want someone who acts as his pillow. Come on.

- That being said, Nanami knows how it is to be insecure.

- Whether it's over body insecurity or not, that can be argued either way. Still, insecurities aren't something he's ignorant about.

- On days where you can't seem to like your body, he'll do whatever you need.

- Need to be alone? No problem. Need someone to talk to you? Covered. Just need to be told you're loved? He'll tell you as many times as it takes.

- However, he can't help but be blunt. That's just who he is.

- He does it out of love for you, though. He never wants you to believe something that isn't true.

It's really hard for you and Nanami to get the same day off of work, and today was no different. Since you were the one working today, Nanami decided to take up cleaning the house and preparing dinner. He would also insist on doing the dishes, but he knew better. You never allow him to do all of the work.

He watched the clock hit five thirty and smiled. No doubt, that was your car he heard pull into the driveway. Now that you were home, he could surprise you by telling you that he managed to get the next five days off, which matched your schedule.

The front door opens, and he's quick to call out a "Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon." He turns his body, preparing to catch you in his embrace as usual. However, all that happens is you call back, "Thanks, Ken."

His eyebrows furrow, and he quickly takes dinner off the stove so he can go check on you. He's not one to forget anniversaries or anything like that, so his mind is going through any possible reason you just called him Ken.

"Bad day at work, dear?" He wipes his hand on his apron as he comes around the corner. You were already sitting on the couch, eyes on your phone. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay," he sighs and sits beside you, "would you like to talk about it?" When you finally look at him, his eyes widen. Your eyes are puffy, as if you had been crying.

"Y/N.." "It's just coworker drama, Ken, don't worry too much about it." He scrunches his face. Those women you work with always pissed him off. He's noticed them staring at him whenever he brings you lunch. "Well, humor me a bit. What happened today?"

He just knows you can't resist gossiping with him after a work day. "I-I don't want to repeat it, Ken." The worried look in his eyes makes you whimper. "What?"

"I'm not used to you calling me 'Ken' at home." "Sorry, honey. It's nothing you did." He smiles softly and reaches to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" You do. God, you do because you know you'll cry again and he'll be here to hold you through it.

"They started talking about you." "Me?" "Yeah," you look at your hands, already feeling your chest tighten, "and started laughing at how you're.. settling for someone who is as big as I am.."

Nanami's soft looks suddenly turns harsh. How dare they say stuff like that? What's worse is he's sure they knew you could hear them!

"Really?" When you nod, a tear falls onto your lap. "It just.. really hurt knowing that I'm not the only one who thinks that." "Y/N.." He pulls you into a hug with a soft sigh.

"Don't think like that. Dear, if I wanted anything different than what I have now, you would know it." You sigh and cuddle into his warm embrace. "I know, but-" "But nothing, my love. I love you, only you, forever you. Do you understand?" You glance up and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. I love you too, Kento." "I have an idea." "Uh huh?" His smirk has you worried. "Well, we both have the next five days off.." "We do?!"

The excitement in your voice has him chuckling. "There's my pretty laugh. Yes, we do. I'm thinking on your first day back.. you go in with a ring on your finger."

You blink in confusion. "K-Kento, you don't-" "Oh I do. Am I the person to joke about wanting to marry you?" Your eyes start to fill, yet again, with tears. However, these tears make Nanami also tear up a bit.

"Are you... asking..?" "I have a ring just for you in my suit jacket, Y/N. Just say you'll marry me." He isn't really expecting you to jump on him, so when you do, he falls from the couch to the floor. "You know I'll marry you, Ken!"

The two of you share a long kiss, complete with tears and laughter. "Well, now that that's decided. I think we should get a head start on something." "What would that be?"

He stands before securing you in his arms bridal style. "The Prehoneymoon." "That isn't a thing, honey." He smirks before playfully smacking your ass. "For you, Mrs. Nanami, anything is possible."

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I have an ask? What if Liam got Riley pregnant when they first met in New York? Would he still have to go through the social season? Would she have to raise a baby on her own would Liam find a way to help?

Ooooohhhh. Interesting. That would be quite the conundrum for them, wouldn't it? Especially since the social season starts the very next day after he visited her bar. Hmmm. Let's see what I can do with that time frame. I'm going on the assumption that the social season lasts at least three months with all the parties and traveling they do. Which will help out with the pregnancy part 😉 I think she would still go and take part in the social season since she wouldn’t know she was pregnant yet, but it would definitely alter how things end in book 1.

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Aftereffects

Three months earlier...

"Well?" Riley tilted her head to study Liam's profile. "What do you think?"

He cleared his throat. Lips parted, yet no words were formed. Liam had so many emotions hitting him all at once that a mere stranger had made his one wish come true.

His eyes went from the Statue of Liberty to the woman responsible for him being able to see it.

"I'm speechless." He lowered his head, lips curving in a shy smile. "I've never been so moved in my life than I am in this moment with you."

She smiled and turned her attention toward the iconic monument. "She's really something, isn't she?"

He turned toward Riley. His eyes traveled down her beautiful face softly lit by the dull light coming from the ferry they were on and the sliver of moonlight from above.

"Yes," he moved closer to her. "She really is."

Riley looked up at him. Her heart raced at the tender longing she saw in his eyes. He seemed so lonely. So in need of encouragement. So in need of affection.

Before he could step away, she snagged his lips in a tender kiss.

He froze for two seconds before crushing her to him. He allowed all the feelings he kept to himself pour out as a fuel to draw moans from her. The desperation he had been feeling since his brother abdicated didn't seem to exist around this woman.

His kisses traveled down her neck.

"Liam." She sighed when he returned to her mouth.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pressed her back against the railing.

"I don't want this night to end." He murmured.

It took a physical effort to stop.

"Neither do I." She cupped his cheek. "I know you leave tomorrow."

He nodded, already feeling the heavy yoke that was about to be thrust upon his shoulders.

"It's not quite tomorrow though." She kissed along his jaw as she whispered. "We can still enjoy the rest of tonight."

"Riley, I--you know I must choose--I couldn't do that and simply leave you to search for a bride." He felt guilty just thinking about it.

He would be the worst sort of cad possible if he were to spend the night in her arms.

He shouldn't have pursued her. The moment she had turned around and greeted him in the bar, he had thought of nothing else except getting to know more about her.

"I want you." She whispered. "If tonight is all we have, then let's make the most of it."

"You have no idea how much I want you." He kissed her once more, completely unable to resist her.

******************

Two and a half months later...

Maxwell winced when he heard the noises coming from Riley's bathroom. Bracing himself, he timidly knocked upon the door.

"You okay in there, blossom?"

"What--" she heaved into the toilet, "do you think?"

"Maxwell!" Bertrand snapped. "What is the hold up. She should have been downstairs fifteen minutes ago."

His eyes widened at the sounds of vomiting.

"Is she ill?" He whispered.

Maxwell shrugged.

"She seemed fine last night." Bertrand thought over the past few days.

"She has been more tired than usual." Maxwell narrowed his eyes in concern. "And this isn't the first time I've heard her throwing up."

Bertrand's stern demeanor turned to worry. "You don't think she's..."

"Think she's what?" Maxwell asked.

"We have been pressuring her to wear the right clothes. I hope we haven't caused her to think she needs to lose weight." Bertrand explained.

Maxwell's eyes widened. He would never be able to forgive himself if he had made Riley think less of her natural beauty.

"Riley!" He anxiously knocked again when they heard nothing but silence. "Can we come in?"

"Sure." Her weak response was followed by her unlocking the door.

The brothers walked inside and saw her sitting in the floor.

Maxwell wet a rag and crouched beside her. He gently cleaned the sweat off her brow, his worry was now off the charts at the half hearted smile she gave him.

"Thanks." She lifted her eyes to Bertrand. "I'm sorry. I know I'm supposed to be outside for the--"

"Don't concern yourself with that." He tempered his usual gruff tone. "We must take care of you first."

Tears filled her eyes at how kind he was being. He wasn't berating her or telling her that House Beaumont needed her to win Liam. She wondered where this Bertrand had been hiding. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks as the brothers discussed ways to help her feel better.

He ordered Maxwell to pick her up and carry her to her bed.

As she settled back against her pillows, he called down to the kitchen and ordered a tray of soup, crackers, and tea to be brought up.

By the time he was finished, she was crying in full force.

"Riley!" Maxwell sat down on her bed and tried to hug her. "Please tell us what's wrong."

Bertrand reached for her hand. "You do know how lovely you are, right?"

Her eyes widened at that odd question.

"We think you shouldn't change at all." Maxwell added.

"Indeed. Many of the dresses in the boutique are," Bertrand's frown firmed as he tried to think of a way to keep her from thinking her body was at fault, "they aren't properly made. One can never go by sizes there."

"And you're size is perfect. Liam can't keep his eyes off you." Maxwell added. "In fact, you could probably add on some weight and be even more beautiful."

"Indeed." Bertrand latched on to that. "Size does not matter. It is what is on the inside that counts."

Riley lifted her head. "What are you talking about?"

"You're," Maxwell mimed vomiting.

"You must stop." Bertrand added. "You do not need to lose weight."

"I'm not doing it on purpose." She shook her head.

It touched her heart though that they wouldn't want her developing an eating disorder.

"I don't know what's caused this." She explained. "The weirdest smells and motions seem to set it off. Like yesterday, the smell of tomatoes had me running for a bathroom and I've always loved tomatoes."

"Could it possibly be your nerves?" Bertrand sat down at the foot of the bed. "The social season can take a toll on even the most seasoned noble."

"I don't think so." Riley mumbled. "It's like my energy has suddenly been depleted. Of course that could be because of the vomiting."

"So what caused it to start?" Maxwell asked.

"How long has it been going on?" Bertrand added.

"I don't know what set it off. It's been going on for a couple of weeks, but it is getting worse."

"Hmm." Bertrand and Maxwell shared a glance.

"Riley, I hope you don't think badly of me for asking," Bertrand struggled to inquire into something so personal. "But, have you, er...did you..."

She lifted her eyebrows in silent question.

"Before you joined us, were you involved with anyone?" He closed his eyes in embarrassment.

"Involved?"

"Any previous boyfriends or hookups before Liam?" Maxwell clarified.

"Oh!" Her cheeks heated with color. "No. I actually haven't been in a relationship for almost a year now." She lowered her eyes. "I had a bad relationship with a guy and decided to focus on myself once I got out of it."

Bertrand relaxed some. "A wise decision."

"So no one night stands?" Maxwell prodded.

"I've never been that type of..." Her eyes widened. She had been that type for one incredible night.

It was the driving force in making her decision to come to Cordonia in the first place.

"Oh no." She breathed. "The night I met you," her eyes held Maxwell's shocked gaze, "Liam and I sneaked away and..."

Bertrand shot up off the bed. "Wait here."

*****************

"We must be certain." Bertrand stressed. "The bloodwork must confirm what the test showed." His frown was fierce as he stood before the physician. "Discretion is a must in this situation."

"I'll have the results by this evening." The doctor replied. "And only I will run the lab work for Ms. Brooks."

"Here's my number." Riley scribbled it out quickly. "If I don't answer, please send a text and voicemail."

Once he was gone, she sagged back on the bed.

"What do we do now?" Maxwell asked.

"We have a ball to prepare for." Bertrand held up a silk dress. "We missed today's events, but we must make an appearance tonight. Everyone will begin to talk if we don't."

Riley nodded. Her mind though was whirling with the knowledge that she was pregnant.

How will Liam react? Will he be upset? Will he hate me for allowing it to happen? Will he think I'm trying to trap him?

How do I tell him?

Taking the dress, she forced herself to get ready.

***************

"Have you seen Riley any today?"

Drake shook his head. "No. Why?"

"That's strange." Liam folded his arms.

He wondered if something was wrong. He hated that he couldn't spend every single moment with her. What if she had reached the end of her patience with this suitor situation?

He shook his head when Drake offered him a drink.

"You've got it bad." Drake teased.

"Got what?"

"Love."

"I do?"

"Are you saying you aren't in love with Brooks?" Drake smirked. "I've seen you with her. Ever since she showed up at the masquerade ball, you haven't looked at any of the other ladies trying to win you."

Liam couldn't help but smile over that. It was true. His night with Riley in New York had been the most magical of his life. Each moment he had spent with her since then all but reaffirmed that she was the only one for him.

He was thrilled at how the people of Cordonia had fallen for her. The press had only positive things to say about The American that had come to win his hand.

He could picture her smile when she approached him at the masquerade ball.

"I think we both know we have something special. One night together will never be enough for me." Riley whispered as he kissed her hand.

"I agree." He held her hand a moment longer than was deemed appropriate. "It isn't enough." His bright blue eyes shined against the silver demi mask. "Are you certain I'm worth going through these next few months? What if--"

"We end up with our happily ever after?" She finished for him.

He knew he had completely lost his heart in that moment. Our happily ever after. Her optimism that they could have that helped him through every step of this social season. She was the prize he knew he could claim once he passed the final hurdle to be king.

He spent his time in dull conversations daydreaming about their future. How beautiful she would be as a bride. How comforting she would be as they dealt with his father's illness and troubles of their small nation.

Then he dreamed of the family they would have. He hoped they had many children, each with her infectious smile and kindness.

He hoped she would say yes when he asked her to marry him. Even if they never had all these other dreams of the future, he would at least have her and her love.

Then all of this would be well worth it.

He did worry about his father's reaction to the time he spent in her company. Whenever Liam attempted to discuss his feelings about Riley, Constantine would point out another lady of the court. He wouldn't allow his son to go ahead and make a decision.

"You better head downstairs." Drake finished off his drink. "Can't have a ball around here without the prince."

****************

"Any word yet?" Bertrand whispered.

Riley shook her head.

He softly cursed, causing her to burst into laughter.

"I'm sorry." She giggled when he shushed her. "But I would have bet a lot of money that you would never say that word."

He rolled his eyes. "Be that as it may, you should go mingle."

****************

"Lady Riley?" Liam gently tapped her shoulder. "May I have this dance?"

She turned around with a start. "I'd love to."

He took her hand and placed it within the bend of his arm. "You look beautiful tonight."

She gently squeezed his arm. "Thank you." Her eyes lifted to his. "And you're as handsome as always."

"I don't know about that." He winked at her. "But as long as you think so, then I'm content."

He took her in his arms as a waltz began.

"Let's not spin as much as we normally do." She pleaded when he twirled her.

His brow furrowed. "Is something wrong?"

"No!" She said quickly. "Just, um, a little motion sickness from time to time."

"I see." He kept his gaze upon her face. "I missed you today."

"You did?"

"I always do whenever you're not around." He admitted with a sheepish grin.

"That's so--" she felt the vibration of her phone.

She stopped dancing, causing Liam to nearly trip

"Riley, is something--"

"Excuse me, I have to--that is--this is from--" she ducked out a nearby door before all her revelations came tumbling out.

***************

She plopped down on the edge of a small couch and read the message from the doctor.

Hitting the link, she read the results of her bloodwork.

Her breaths came in and out in short gasps.

I'm really pregnant.

"Riley?"

All the color drained from her face as she looked up at Liam.

He shut the door to the ballroom and knelt before her.

"What is it?" He took her icy hand in his. "Is something wrong?"

She licked her dry lips and tried to tell him.

"Yes. No. I'm not sure."

He pressed a kiss to her hand. "Whatever it is, I will do all that I can to help you."

She blinked back tears. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." He laced his fingers with hers.

"Do you," she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "do you love me?"

"I do." He admitted. "I had planned on telling you during the Coronation Ball."

"Really?" Her eyes narrowed. "I need you to be completely honest with me right now."

"I am." He lowered his gaze to their clasped hands. His thumb brushed against her skin. "I know I'm not supposed to say anything until then, but you are the one I will pick to marry," he looked up at her, "if you want to."

She bit down on her bottom lip. "Do you want children?"

"Yes, and not just for the continuation of the Rhys holding the crown." His smile gentled. "I want a family with you, selfishly for myself. I want all the holiday memories spent with them, watching them see the world with wonder, and seeing our traits passed on, especially yours." He chuckled. "Heaven help me if we have a daughter like you. I will be completely wrapped around her little finger."

Riley couldn't believe she was hearing all she needed to from him.

He really is Prince Charming. My Prince Charming.

"Do you remember the night we met?" She asked.

"How could I forget?"

She grimaced at the worry that still gnawed at her mind.

"My love," Liam sat down beside her. "Please tell me what troubles you."

"I had not been with anyone in a long time." She began. "I mean, no one for months when we spent the night together."

Liam merely listened, wondering where she was going with this.

"I didn't think in the heat of the moment. I should have. It was irresponsible, but I was so swept off my feet..." She took a deep breath. "And I found out today that I'm pregnant."

His fingers tightened around hers.

"I'm sorry. I know with the--"

"Pregnant?" Liam interrupted her. "You're certain?"

"The doctor just sent me the results of my blood work. That with the test I took and the physical exam confirms it." Her eyes widened when he suddenly stood up and took her into his arms.

The kiss he gave her weakened her knees. His arms held her as if she was the most delicate piece of porcelain.

"Marry me." He said between kisses.

"That kinda was the whole point of me coming here." She teased, once she saw how happy he was.

He smiled against her lips. "Is that a yes?"

"It is."

He stepped back and took hold of her hand. With quick strides he had them back in the ballroom.

Waving the conductor to stop the music, he held his hand up. "May I have your attention please!"

The court stilled as all eyes turned toward him.

Ignoring the hushed questions coming from his father, he settled his arm around Riley's waist.

"Lady Riley has made me the happiest man this evening. She has accepted my proposal of marriage and has told me that within a few months or so," he turned his adoring gaze upon her, "we will have an heir to the throne."

Constantine staggered back at this announcement. He had no idea the couple had become that close.

Regina called for champagne to be brought to all the guests as she embraced the young couple.

Liam held his glass up. He decided to force his parent to officially accept Riley in front of the entire court. He suspected that if he had not announced the fact they were expecting, that Constantine would find a way to break their engagement. He didn't know why he felt such unease with his father when it concerned Riley, but he wasn't going to leave anything to chance when it concerned her.

"Father? Would you like to give the toast?"

Constantine cleared his throat. Seeing no way around it, he stepped forward and lifted his glass. He hoped for Liam's sake that this woman would not be detrimental to his rule.

"To my son and the lady he has chosen. May they have all the happiness that I have found with my own queen and may their new family continue to serve Cordonia with grace and honor." He turned toward them. "To Liam and Riley!"

[lokiarc64]

White Knight Breakfast

Weiss: “Grumbles in sleep”

Weiss: “Turns to Cuddle Jaune and feels that he is not there”

Weiss: Hmmm?

Weiss: “Slowly Raises out of bed”

Jaune: “Enters room with little table of breakfast”

Jaune: Morning Snow Angel.

Weiss: Good Morning.

Jaune: “Sets Table in front of Weiss”

Jaune: Here I made breakfast.

Weiss: “Looks at Food”

Breakfeast: Bacon, Sausage, & Eggs Benedict with some Coffee to the side.

Weiss: “Takes a bite out of food”

Weiss: “Sets down fork and stares at the food”

Jaune: Is everything ok, Was the food bad?

Weiss: No no no the food is good I’m just thinking is all nothing to worry about.

Jaune: If you say so “Kisses Forehead” I’m going to go take a shower.

Weiss: OK.

Jaune: “Grabs spare clothes and leaves room”

Weiss: “Sigh”

Weiss: He treats me so well.

Weiss: I wish I could make breakfast for him.

Weiss: “Takes a sip of her coffee”

Weiss: “Gets an idea”

The Next Day

Jaune: 😴😴😴😴😴

Weiss: “Wakes up an hour before usual”

Weiss: “Gets Bacon, Eggs, & Pancake Mix”

Weiss: Ok this can’t be to hard, you’ve seen Jaune and your butlers do it for you hundreds of times.

1 Hour Later

Jaune: “Wakes Up”

Jaune: 🥱🥱🥱

Jaune: “Glances over to Weiss’ side of the bed to see it empty”

Weiss: “Enters Room”

Weiss: Oh your up, splendid.

Jaune: Your up unusually early.

Weiss: Well I thought about all the times you made me breakfast so I decided that I would make you breakfast in bed this time.

Jaune: Weiss you didn’t have to.

Weiss: Well I wanted to.

Weiss: Sets Breakfast in front of Jaune.

Jaune: “Stares at food”

Breakfast: “The bacon was still raw, the eggs were wet and the pancakes were burnt to a crisp”

Jaune: Weiss what is this “points to the stack of pancakes”

Weiss: Yeah I might’ve messed up a little on the pancakes.

Jaune (Internally): A LITTLE!

Jaune: 😥😥😥😥😥

Jaune: “Glances to Weiss”

Weiss: 😊😊😊😊😊

Jaune: “Slowly takes a bite out of raw bacon while Shaking”

Jaune: 🤢

Weiss: So how is it?

Jaune: It’s fine dear.

Jaune: “Internally Crying”

3 Minutes Later

Jaune: “Eaten half of the meal”

Jaune: 🤢🤢🤢

Weiss: Are you full you’ve only eaten half?

Jaune: 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢

Weiss: Jaune?

Jaune: “Passes Out”

Weiss: JAUNE!!!

Hospital

Weiss: “Waiting outside of Jaune’s assigned Room”

Doctor: “Comes out of door”

Weiss: Doctor hows my husband?

Doctor: Don’t worry your husband is fine he just developed food poisoning.

Weiss: Food Poisoning.

Doctor: Yes and quite a bit too he’ll need to stay in the hospital for two days tops.

Weiss: Oh ok.

Doctor: If he gets any better we will give you a call.

Doctor: “Enters Jaune’s Room”

Weiss: “Sits Down”

Weiss: Was my food that terrible?

Weiss: What is wrong with me?

Cotta-Arcs find Weiss

Terra: Weiss we came as soon as we heard is Jaune ok?

Weiss: He’s going on be fine but he has to stay in the hospital for two days.

Saphron: What happened to my baby bro?

Weiss: …..

Weiss: It might have been my fault.

Terra: What?

Saphron: “Big Sister Mode Activated”

Saphron: Terra be a dear and get me something from the vending machine.

Terra: Uh sure what do you want?

Saphron: Suprise Me.

Terra: If you say so Ill be back hope Jaune feels better.

Saphron: Ok Icy Weissy I’m only going to say this once!

Weiss: What?

Saphron: “Slams Hand next to Weiss”

Saphron: What did you do to my baby brother!?!?

Saphron: 😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😡

Weiss: “Shaking in Fear”

Saphron: You said this was your fault so WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!?!

Weiss: “Sniffles”

Weiss: I tried to make Jaune Breakfast.

Saphron: …..

Saphron: I’m sorry what?

Weiss: I just wanted to make Jaune breakfast after all the time he made it for me I wanted him to have nice meal that I made for a change.

Saphron (Internally): Jaune you found yourself a keeper.

Weiss: “Sheds Tear”

Weiss: I wanted to make my husband some food why is that so hard I just wanted to thank him I didn’t know my food was so bad.

Saphron (Internally): Shit know I feel bad.

Saphron: I’m sorry ok I didn’t mean to snap like that.

Saphron: “Wipes Tears from Weiss’ Face”

Saphron: If it makes you feel any better something like this happened when I made food for Terra.

Saphron: She would always have to leave early to work and would barley eat anything for breakfast so I thought I would make her some but it made her totally puke, I wasn’t that best at cooking either.

Saphron: But eventually I took a few classes and had some help from my mother and soon it became a nearly daily thing where I made breakfast for the family early.

Weiss: “Stops Crying”

Saphron: How about this while Jaune is in the hospital I’ll help you with your cooking skills.

Weiss: Will you really?

Saphron: Your my brothers wife I wanna make sure your both happy.

Weiss: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Weiss: “Hugs Saphron”

Weiss: Thank You so much.

Saphron: “Hugs Weiss back”

Saphron: Your welcome… Sis.

Terra: “Watching from distance”

Terra: “Smiling”

Part 2 Comes out this Friday

Learned how to make letters bigger!

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Settle Down: Prologue

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers) 

Rating: M

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: None, will be smut in eventual chapters

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for... A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

A.N: this is a bad bio but idk how else to put it. it’s a baby fic! I wouldn’t say this is enemies to lovers but they certainly don’t like each other at first so it kinda is. comment on this chap or message to be on the taglist. much love, Cia

                Prologue:  A Powerpoint, Really? 

If you had told 16 year old Y/N that she’d be working at the FBI, she would’ve called you batshit. 

Not only, did you not have any respect for authority or any inclination for rules in that matter, working for the FBI was never in the forefront of your mind. But when given the option of Jail or a full time job with benefits, it was fairly easy to make a choice. You remember the first day when you met your work partner and now best friend Penelope Garcia or specifically the day she caught you. 

You were waiting tables like you did every weekend to stay afloat. Today was unreasonably slow so you were just finding small things to do. That’s when she came in, an extremely brightly dressed woman, sat at the bar of the diner. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” You smile at the woman who looks up at you and smiles. 

“Yes, I’m looking for the Emerald City.” She says, smirking at you. Your face drops, you knew what she was talking about. 

When you started hacking it was only supposed to be a one time thing. You grew up poor, spent most of your life poor so when you saw your childhood home was set to be demolished to build a fancy new headquarters for Scotty Realins, an upcoming asshole tech CEO, without a cent going to your parents.  Something in you snapped. You had already been pretty decent at code and you flirted with a couple of guys in your STEM classes to learn how to hack so you would say you were pretty good at this point. So you hacked into the website and made sure all the Revenue for that day actually was wired to lower-income housing. At the end of the day, it was only a couple hundred thousand dollars but what was pennies to Scotty Realins changed some people's lives. 

So you started doing it more, to different companies under the pseudonym OZ. The money always went to different places that needed it whether it was paying the rent for a bunch of families or anonymous large donations to food banks or soup kitchens. You gained a bit of fame in the hacker community as a modern day Robin Hood. 

All good things come to an end though. And the end was standing in front of you in clunky, rainbow colored jewelry. 

“You don’t look like a cop.” you say, crossing your arms. 

“I’ll do you one better.” She says, pulling her FBI badge out, showing it to you briefly. You curse under your breath. “I’ve been following you for a while, OZ. Though I wasn’t expecting the man behind the curtain to be a woman. I will say, having my computers route back to a loop of “We’re not in Kansas anymore.” everytime I tried to track your IP was impressive. I couldn’t even be mad about it.” 

“Clearly not that impressive because you found me.” 

“Still took me longer than usual, which is saying a lot.” 

“This is a really long winded conversation if you’re just here to arrest me.” You say, taking off your apron. No use in keeping it on if you were going to be in handcuffs soon. 

“That’s because I’m not here to arrest you. I’m here to offer you a job, to work under me as a Tech Analyst in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.” Penelope says. 

“And if I don’t want to?” 

“Then you’re going to want a lawyer and my very good handsome friend outside is going to arrest you. You’re smart and you have a chance to help people which is why you started hacking in the first place, right? Please don’t make me do that.” She looked at you pleadingly like she really cared and didn’t want you to go to prison. You didn’t say anything but something told you she’d been in the same boat as you before. 

“Hmmm…. I’m tired of waiting tables anyway.” 

So you uprooted your life and moved from Philadelphia to Quantico. Garcia took you under her wing and pretty soon the two of you functioned in her batcave like a well oiled machine. You could do without the constant gore that filled your screens but at the end of the day, you loved what you were doing and you wouldn’t change that for the world. 

The team was an added bonus, it was nice to have your own little found family. Garcia, of course, taking on the role as best friend mere days after your first meeting. You met Derek Morgan right after you agreed to take the job, he’d been there to arrest you and was very glad he wouldn’t have to do that. He told you often about how you reminded him of his sister and he regarded you in the role of younger sister from that day on. The next person you met had been Aaron Hotchner, your new boss. It took him a couple of weeks to warm up to you, you guessed he had a difficulty trusting new people and when he would call you guys for information he would always ask for Garcia instantly instead of you, not very trusting in your skills yet. Though that changed when you had been the one to track down the Unsub once. 

Rossi was easily won over when you told him about your Italian side of the family, specifically your grandmother who loved to cook and left you a lot of recipes. You and him often went back and forth in sharing dishes. Emily and JJ had also been easily won over with one bottle of tequila and a regrettable girls night. 

Then there was Dr. Spencer Reid.     

You had a lot of opinions on Dr. Reid, most of them weren’t good. It wasn’t like you hated him in fact, you’d consider him a friend but the two of you seemed to butt heads on well, everything. Both of you needing to be the smartest in the room and neither of you wanting to admit when you’re wrong will do that though. You still respected Spencer though, he was an extreme asset to the team and he was your best friend’s other best friend so you couldn’t really hate the guy. 

You also didn’t have to like him. 

So you had a good job, good friends, a nice house to live in. You were finally happy, content even. So why did it feel like something was missing? 

The something missing came in a stroller pushed by JJ the next week. 

The last case had been rough. Really rough. So while the team was on their way back you and Garcia hatched a plan for JJ to come visit from maternity leave and surprise everyone with the baby. While you guys were waiting for them to land, Garcia wanted to show JJ something she had gotten her godson so JJ asked if you could watch him and feed him until she got back, which you obviously agreed to. As you were feeding the child his bottle, and his ravioli sized fist wrapped around your finger you realized what had been missing. 

Fuck, you wanted a kid. 

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You told Garcia first, it slipped when she noticed how off you were being. You wanted to have a kid bad now and you knew you didn’t want to wait. Penny tried to convince you that you’d “find the right person” but let’s face it, with this job, long term relationships were few and far inbetween. Plus you didn’t need a man, you had a good job and insurance, you knew you could provide a child with a life full of love it deserved. So you made an appointment at a fertility clinic. As the doctor was talking to you about your options, you felt yourself feeling more and more down about your decision and that only increased as you looked in the book of sperm donors in front of you. You looked at too many serial killers daily that it made you uneasy, carrying a stranger's baby. Maybe Garcia was right and your best bet was to wait for ‘the right guy.’ Even though you really didn’t want to. 

You walked into work later, a little sullen. Heading immediately towards the coffee machine. Penelope, who had been at Derek’s desk, makes a beeline towards you.  

“So how’d it go?” She says, smiling. “Did you make an appointment to be baby-fied?” 

You sigh. “I couldn’t do it, Pen.” You say, frowning. “I just-- We see so much here that I don’t want to accidentally end up with a sociopath’s baby because I couldn’t wait.” 

“But you don’t want to wait, do you?” She says softly, empathizing with you. 

“No, I don’t.” You sigh again, finishing making your cup before walking back out into the bullpen. JJ had brought Henry again for the others to see on the slow paperwork day. You tried not to look bitter but it was like she was flaunting the one thing you couldn’t have, even if it was unintentional. You watched as she handed the baby to Spencer, who instantly smiled and made faces at the laughing baby. 

“Spencer is actually a surprisingly good godfather.” Garcia says, smiling at the exchange in front of you. “Kinda makes you wonder what he’d be like with his own baby geniuses.” She says before walking over to the group and scooping her godson out of Spencer’s arms, Spencer still held on to his fist with his pinky, smiling down at the child. 

“Yea…” You say, to no one in particular. 

You had an idea. A probably bad one. 

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You were sitting in the coffee shop, nervously fiddling on your laptop while waiting for Spencer. You were surprised he even agreed to meet with you for coffee though you were sure he was just doing it out of curiosity because you told him you had something important to talk about. You weren’t even sure if you were going about this the right way. Hey Spencer, I know we’re not even friends but how would you feel about fathering my child? God, this was going to be terrible. 

You looked up when you heard the tell-tale bell on the door indicating someone walking in. Spencer gave you a small wave before going to the counter to get a coffee. You took that time to nervously sip yours. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, it was now or never. 

“Hey.” Spencer says, when he finally gets to the table, coffee in hand. “Why are you all the way in the corner?” 

“This isn’t really a conversation I want overheard.” 

Spencer tilts his head confused at that. “So what is the conversation we’re supposed to be having. I asked Garcia but she seemed to also have no idea.” 

“Yea, I didn’t tell her on account of this maybe going extremely bad.” You say, before sighing and turning your laptop around so Spencer could see the Powerpoint screen you have on it. When he reads it,  he chokes on his coffee.

“A Powerpoint, really?” He chokes, still coughing around the coffee. “Y/N, what is this?” 

“This is Reasons Why You Should Make a Baby With me.” 

“Yea, I got that from the title, Y/N.” He says, still shocked. “Is this a joke?!” 

“I wish it was, Reid.”

“Can I at least ask why you thought a Powerpoint was the best way to ask?”   

“Because I felt you’d be more inclined to consider it if you knew I spent time on a presentation.” 

“That’s true.” He leans back, taking a sip of his coffee, gesturing for you to continue. You hit the next slide. 

“Ok, reason number one is we both want kids.” You say, looking at him. “Garcia told me the other day that you were talking about how much you wanted a kid and I also want a kid.”  

“I did tell Garcia that.” He muses. 

“Reason two, an offspring between us would probably result in another genius. As you know, you are smart.” 

“Yes.” 

“And I am smarter.” You say, Spencer opens his mouth to protest but you keep talking. “A child between us could probably be the next Einstein.” 

Spencer nods and you continue. “Reason three, I’d be a great mom.” 

“That’s a debatable fact.” 

“No, it’s not. You’ve seen me around kids, have I ever given an inclination that I wouldn’t be?” You ask, he shakes his head. “Plus, I happen to think you’d be a great father. Which brings me to Reason 4.” You say clicking through the next slide. “If you don’t want to be involved in raising that’s fine. I’m perfectly fine raising the child myself an--” 

“What?! No!” Spencer says, sitting up. “If I do agree to have this baby, which I’m not completely doing yet. I want to be involved, I want them to know I’m their father and that I didn’t abandon them because I know what that’s like.” He says, seriously. You nod, already knowing this about Spencer. 

“Reason 5: I’d be the perfect platonic co-parent, I won’t ask you for anything unless it’s pertaining to the child and if you decide that later down the road you want your own family, I’d be supportive and help you along the way.”

Spencer nods. “We’re never home enough for a baby.” 

“That’s where you’re wrong because I’ll be here. I mainly stay here anyway and if there’s ever a case where you need a tech analyst to fly out, Garcia’s already agreed to have it already be her when I floated the baby idea around last month.”  

Spencer hummed, silent for a second. “You really want a kid, huh?” 

“Yes.” You say. 

“So much so you’re asking me?” Spencer says, matter-of-factly. “A Coworker you barely speak to?”

Well, when he says it like that. 

“Yes. I’m asking because while we don’t get along the best you are still one of the most compassionate, understanding men I know. And I know that if I have to raise this kid with somebody, you would love them just as much as I would.” You say, Spencer nods at that. “So, please?” 

Spencer sighs. “When’s your next appointment? At the fertility clinic?” 

You didn’t even want to ask how he knew about that. “Next tuesday.” 

He nods. “I’m going with you.” He says, standing, pulling the strap of his messenger bag over his shoulder. “This isn’t a yes.” 

“It’s not a no, either.” You point out. 

“No, it’s not.” He says, leaving you behind in the coffee shop with a huge grin on your face.

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