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Part 6 – Lizzy is back !

AN: This is the second to last Chapter, I hope so at least... This one is kinda long. *Cough, cough* I just finished it and kick it out, so if there are typos, I'm sorry I didn't check it over.

WARNING!: Semi public Sex, sex while having a phone call, pet names, degradation, cursing, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, slight physical neglect in sexual act, marking, blood, praise kink, Master/pet kink, Willy has a Daddy kink, breeding kink AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

After a few months of work, Henry and William tested out the very first Illusion Disk and it worked flawlessly. Henry rebuilt the prototype and then installed it into Circus Baby. Elizabeth turned it on and as she opened her eyes again, she was back to her small, child self.

“I-I’m back !”, she yelled happily.

“Yes, you are. I need to find out a way, so the Illusion Disk isn’t going to run out of battery, so you still have to wait a bit, but a few more days won’t kill anyone.”, Henry told her with a small smile.

“Okay !”, she said happily.

Henry touched Elizabeth’s hair and smiled in relief. Her hair felt real. Like it was actually her. Then he went to her arms and looked if they also worked properly.

“The Disk works perfectly. Go play with Charlie, Lizzy. And tell me when the Disk died.”

“Okay !”

With that Elizabeth rushed off, yelling for Charlie to play with her.

‘First step, done.’

Henry went to the phone and dialed William’s number.

-In the Afton Household-

The phone rang and M/n growled as it did so.

“Be quiet, Bunny~”, M/n purred.

William whimpered, but went quiet. M/n picked up and then thrusted his cock harshly back inside William’s cunt, which was sopping wet. It wasn’t the first time M/n made love to William’s cunt, but to William it felt like a dream none the less.

M/n picked up the phone.

“M/n L/n, how can I help you ?”, he asked.

“Hey M/n ! Just the person I wanted to talk to.”, Henry said happily.

“Hello to you too. What is it ?”

“The Disk works ! I just need to find a solution for the battery.”

“That is great news !”

M/n slammed his cock in and out of William, who had big trouble to stay silent. Exactly what M/n wanted. He wanted William to give himself away. He knew that his Bunny got even more aroused of the thought of being caught.

“I know right ?! It shouldn’t take too much time anymore !”, Henry said in excitement.

M/n angled his hips and changed his cock’s position, then slammed back in and hit William’s G – spot harshly.

“AH~!”, William moaned out loudly.

“Sounds great, Henry !”, M/n said brightly.

William blushed a deep shade of red, while M/n gave a satisfied smirk.

-With Henry-

Henry was blushing deeply. Damn...he caught them in a bad time...

-With M/n and William-

“Oh Bunny, now you ruined our secret~”, M/n pouted playfully.

“S-screw y-you ! AH~!”, William got out.

“Did I disturb you two ?”, Henry asked with slight embarrassment.

“No, no, you didn’t. I am still playing with my Bunny, so you aren’t disturbing me.”, M/n replied kindly.

Before William could say anything, M/n slammed his cock against his G – spot again.

“AH~! HA~!”

“Now do you have anything else you wanna tell me, Henry ?”

“Uhm...I am looking how long the battery goes on the Disk right now and then I will go from there. I will call again later, to inform you further.”

“Okay, Hen. Bye, bye~”

“Bye.”

And Henry hung up. M/n chuckled, while William was beet red and moaning as M/n slammed into him without breaks.

“At this rate, you will carry soon again, Love~ I thought you wanted to wait for a few years~”

“F-fuck you ! AH~! UGH~!”

“Is my cock really that addicting, that you want a third pregnancy so quickly~?”, M/n purred.

“NA~! AH~! Shut up ! UGH~!”

William got a lot of images in his head, that he shouldn’t have. His pregnant belly, a third Baby. Why was he in such a Baby fever right now ?! Why did he want more ?! He just gave birth !

“You gonna cum, Pet~?”

“HAH~! YES~! MMNN~!”

“Alright, Bunny~”

M/n gave one last thrust and William came screaming all over his cock. M/n released his load inside William, moaning softly.

“You did take that pill I gave you a few hours ago, right, Honey ?”, M/n asked.

“Y-yes...what does that do ?”, William asked confused.

“It prevents you getting pregnant again. After all, you don’t want a third Baby yet.”, M/n explained.

“A-and you ?”

“Honey, we live only once and I LOVE kids, but I am not forcing you to have more children, just because I want more. I don’t CARE if Mike, Evan and Lizzy were mine. I love children in general. If I could, I would have every child that exists and raise them with you. We are getting old fast and with a certain age we can’t have kids anymore, but that doesn’t mean that you have to be a Baby Machine. I am happy with what I have, but I am always happy to produce more.”

William felt relieved that M/n made it very clear that he will NEVER force William to have another child, if he doesn’t want to, but he was also surprised to hear that M/n loved children in general. So that’s why he didn’t want William to abort, as he was afraid he will die.

“So you love children and you love me, that’s why you went such lengths to keep both, me and the kids.”, he concluded.

“Of course. I have an undying Love for you, Honey. Children mean to me, that they are the result of the love, two people share and the more kids the more it shows how much they love one another. It is weird, I admit it, but that is me. And I am always weird.”

William gave M/n a smile. Yeah, M/n was VERY weird. But he loved his Lover weird.

“So...our little wedding...when do you think we should have it ? We planned everything out, I have the perfect people to prepare everything. All we need is a date and I can arrange everything.”, M/n explained.

Since William told him that at the birth of Alex and Penelope, he called M/n his Husband in his mind, M/n set heaven and hell into motion to get them married. M/n proposed 2 months after the birth of the two Babies, even made the Bedroom nice for it, decorated everything, while Mike and Evan helped their Father taking a bath.

Evan just sat on the lid of the toilet and chatted with William, while Michael washed his Father’s parts, where William couldn’t reach, because of the size of his belly and the pains he had from time to time. M/n dressed up the whole Bedroom into a romantic atmosphere and as William came back inside, with Evan and Michael by his side, M/n was on one knee and popped the question, which William instantly accepted. It was a beautiful moment... And his Sons supported him.

“Oh...uhm...maybe on...March ? Next year ?”

“So March 1984 ?”

“Yes ?”

“Hmmm...okay. Any day in mind, Love ?”

“Maybe the 5th of March ? That was when we became a couple, remember ?”

“Good idea, Honey !”, M/n said with a bright smile.

William smiled brightly at M/n. He planned everything with him, never without him. He was so much better than his wife was. She chose everything and all in all the wedding was a fucking nightmare. M/n chose everything with William and this time...it felt right.

“I will do some calls then. Go to bed, Love, and rest. I will join you soon.”

“Okay, honey.”

With that William carefully pulled his boxers back on and went to their shared Bedroom.

-Time skip-

A few days went by and Henry finally made a battery that never discharges. FINALLY !

He called M/n and told him the news, in which he rushed over and looked at his work. There she was, Elizabeth. No sign of CB left. But they all three knew that they had to tell William at the very beginning what happened to her and where she was.

“Will will so kill us...”, Henry said slightly scared.

“He won’t, but he will yell.”, M/n assured.

“When will we tell him ?”

“Tomorrow, I suppose. The sooner the better.”

“Where will we bring them to reunite ?”, Henry asked.

M/n hesitated.

“We bring her home. Will would want that. No beating around the bush, Hen. Willy needs his daughter.”

“Okay then. I hope you know what you are doing...”

“I do, but will he understand everything when we explain ? That is another thing.”

Henry sighed.

“This is not gonna be easy, is it ?”

“Not in the slightest.”, M/n chuckled out dryly.

“Damn...”

-Time skip-

M/n arrived at home and heard small whimpers coming from his and William’s bedroom as he came close to their door. As he opened it he smirked. William was riding a dildo, while he had a plug in his ass. He seemed frustrated.

“Can’t cum without me, Bunny~?”, M/n asked.

William yelped and stopped everything, ripping his eyes wide open and staring at M/n, like a deer caught in headlights. Then he blushed furiously and sighed.

“It seems not...”, he answered sheepishly.

“Why would you use such awful toys, when you can just ask for the real deal, Pet ?”, M/n asked.

William whined and looked away in shame.

“I’m so needy all the time... I wanted to give you a break...”, William replied softly.

M/n tutted and undressed himself, in front of William’s hungry, needy eyes.

“Get that filthy dildo out of your sopping cunt. That is my place to claim and mine only.”, M/n commanded darkly.

William whimpered submissively and did as M/n told him to. He groaned as he pulled it out and M/n scoffed.

“That small thing, you chose to ride ? I am disappointed, Bunny. Get the stupid plug out too.”

William did as told. Both items were pretty small. Was this man trying to torture himself on small things ? M/n locked the good stuff away from William, but did he really get that desperate, to buy himself such small toys ? M/n tsked.

He grabbed his belt and approached William, pushed him harsh enough to make him fall on his back and then he bound his wrists together and onto the bedpost. William whined at that, but was quickly shut up, by a slap on one of his thighs.

“Did you take your pill, Bunny ?”, M/n asked.

“Yes, I did.”, William lied.

William didn’t take his pill. He wanted another Baby and he knew he could have asked, but he was too afraid to. He thought that M/n would tell him no, until the Babies were a bit older, so he decided to lie instead. He wanted his Master to give him another Baby. The last time he was pregnant it was such a beautiful and magical time, he couldn’t resist.

“Good, because I will not use any condoms, nor mercy tonight~”, M/n purred out.

William whimpered softly and felt himself gush more.

“I’ll fill both of your holes up, beyond imagination and plug them up nicely all day long. I will fuck every hole you have and mark every part of your body, so you will remember who you belong to that you don’t need silly sex toys to please you.”, M/n said darkly.

All William could do was blush and whine. With that M/n got off of William and left his side, making his Bunny confused. M/n got out a key and unlocked his drawer, pulling out the best toys they had. He took out a blind fold and wrapped it around William’s head, tying it behind his head. With that he was blinded, which made him have higher senses.

“Open your mouth, Pet~”

William did as told and opened his mouth wide. M/n gave his hard cock a few strokes and then slid it into his mouth, William instantly started to suck and lick at his Lover’s cock. He let a few small moans slip here and there too.

“Such a pathetic slut, fucking yourself on pathetic useless toys~ I’ll teach you to never use these disgusting things again~”

William relaxed completely, feeling that M/n will go rough soon. And he was proven correct. M/n’s hands both gripped his head and he forced his cock down his Bunny’s throat. It made William gag slightly in surprise, but M/n made his head stay there, forcing him to keep his cock in his little throat. He trashed a bit around, trying to make M/n let go of his head, so he can bob it.

“Be a good bitch and cock warm me~”, M/n ordered.

William stopped his slight trashing and just took it. Tears escaping his eyes at the sudden stretch, it stung, but he loved it. They both had a safe code, William just had to knock three times against the wall and M/n would stop, he didn’t do it though, so M/n knew he was okay. His Pet’s tears soaked the blindfold, but that just made M/n coo.

“Aww, is my little Pet Bunny in slight discomfort~? Aww~ Did his Master stretch his little tight throat to quickly~?”, M/n teased with a purr.

William wanted to whine so badly, his legs quaked and he rubbed his thighs together for a bit of relief on his clit.

“Believe me, slutty Bunny, I will split you open like this in every hole you have tonight~”

His clit throbbed, his entrance twitched and his butthole twitched too. Good he was so turned on, he wanted it all. He could feel M/n’s cock twitch, ready to cum deep into his throat.

“Your tight little throat closes around me so nicely and squeezes so perfectly, Bunny~ I’ll cum down your throat~ Swallow every last drop of your milk, yes~? Don’t disappoint your Master~”

William couldn’t reply, but M/n knew that his Bunny would never refuse him. Not long later M/n did cum with a soft groan. William could feel his Lover’s cum running down his throat, painting it white, claiming it as his. And fuck, William loved M/n claiming him as his own personal sex toy.

“Such a good slutty Bunny~ Good Pet, Willy~”, M/n praised.

Then he pulled out of his tight throat and panted. His cock was still rock hard, but he still needed a second to calm down enough for the second round. As he was calm enough he stroked William’s hair.

“Bob your head, Bunny. Make Master cum yeah~? Make me feel really good~”

More he didn’t need and he started to bob his head, taking M/n all the way down his throat and then back in his mouth, licking the head from time to time and then bobbing his head again. It didn’t take long for M/n to shower William in praises again and at the same time to degrade him, but he didn’t give his Bunny any sort of relief.

“Such a good Slut~ Good Bunny~ That’s a good whore~”

William felt like he would cream himself by just the filthy words and praise at that point, but he knew he couldn’t. He could never cum, without M/n’s vocal permission. And M/n knew that.

William continued to suck M/n off, until he could feel his Lover’s cock twitch. M/n grabbed his head and made him take him all the way down his throat again, then released with a deep groan. It made William proud, but also really horny.

M/n and William stayed like that for a while, then he pulled out of his mouth entirely.

“Such a good little Slut~”, M/n praised the panting Bunny underneath him.

He gave William a deep kiss and then he left his side again and, minutes later, was between William’s feet. M/n kissed his lower legs and gave some harsh bites here and there too, making William whimper and moan in desperation and need. M/n could see his Bunny’s cunt sopping and crying from that angle and he found it absolutely delicious.

He was so wet, so needy and M/n didn’t even touch him there yet.

“Such a needy little Bitch, aren’t you, Bunny~?”, M/n said with a chuckle.

“Mmmm~! Master, please~!”, William begged.

“Please what, Bunny~?”

“P-please fuck me~!”

M/n chuckled and shook his head.

“No Bunny. We will make slow and sensual, passionate Love tonight and I am going to take my sweet time to mark and claim every inch of you. So you have to suffer with that little sopping pussy of yours.”

William whined at that loudly and bucked his hips, but he couldn’t get any friction.

M/n continued to create love bites and marks on William's lower legs, scratching his nails over them, making red angry lines appear, biting him, leaving pricked and slightly bleeding bruises on his lower legs and sucking purple and blue marks into them. William was sobbing as M/n finally was done with his lower legs, his cunt leaking so much arousal that the mattress was already having a small dark pool formed.

M/n moved to his Bunny’s thighs and did the same things there, not leaving any room unmarked. When he was done with his legs and thighs, he looked like a painting, covered in red nail lines, some small lines of blood and purple and blue sucked in bruises, like teeth marks.

“God, Bunny, you are such a Master piece~ Only my little slutty Rabbit~”, M/n purred.

William whined and bucked his hips, sobbing in pleasure and slight discomfort. His cunt HURT from all the neglect. M/n decided to have mercy on William and leaned down, opening his mouth, then he latched it onto his cunt, tongue parting his lips and going right for the swollen nub.

“NAH~!”, William cried out, hips bucking up.

M/n put his hands on his Bunny’s hips and pressed them down, holding them there forcefully. Then he continued to ravish his Pet’s clit. He licked it, wrapped his lips around it and suckled it, making William moan and whine uncontrollably under him.

“AH~! HAH~! M-Master~!”, William whined.

M/n stopped.

“What is it Bunny~?”

“M-may I come~?”, he asked.

“Cum all you want, Bunny.”, M/n said and went back to ravishing his Pet’s clit.

William didn’t need more, he moaned louder and at one last flick of M/n’s tongue, he came screaming, toes curled in pleasure. M/n opened his whole mouth and engulfed William’s whole cunt in it as his love juices came flowing out. William could feel how his Master slurped it all up eagerly.

It made him whine and moan again, he wanted more, so much more. As M/n finished cleaning William’s messy cunt, he pulled away, making his Bunny whine again.

“You smell breed able, you know that, Bunny~? I hope for your own sake, that you took that pill. Otherwise, I will not support abortion.”

“I-I took it, Master~ I took it, I promise~”, William moaned out.

“Good~”

M/n then kissed William’s sides and stomach, even his hips. He shakily moaned at all the attention, M/n gave his body. Then he let out a high pitched moan, as M/n bit down on William’s left side, making him bleed slightly and have another new mark there.

“D-Daddy~!”, William moaned out in need.

“Let Daddy do, what he has to do, Bunny~”, M/n purred.

William whined, but didn’t say anything anymore, besides let moans and whines slip past his lips. M/n took his sweet time, marking William’s stomach, sides, hips and chest up in love bites and scratches. God, William loved this treatment, but he really needed more attention on his pussy. It was soaking again and ruined the bed sheets again and M/n still wasn’t finished. He still needed the shoulders and arms marked up nicely.

“Daddy~! P-please fill your slutty Bunny with your cock~ P-please~”, William begged.

“Almost done, Bunny~ Daddy, only needs a few more spots marked~ Be good for Daddy and stay patient~”, M/n soothed and bit his Pet’s left shoulder, making William scream in pleasure and need.

He nibbled and sucked on his right shoulder another mark, bit both sides of his neck, making big, obvious bruises there and then he took William’s arms and marked every inch in bites and sucked in bruises. His Bunny was panting, whining and sobbing when M/n was done with his whole front.

“Spread your legs, Bunny~”

“Y-yes, Daddy~”

William spread his legs and M/n was instantly adjusting William’s position, lined his cock up and without warning, slammed all the way inside, kissing William’s cervix.

“AAAAAHHHHHH~! DADDYYYYYY~!”, William screamed in pleasure and slight relief.

“You like how Master split you open in one go~?”

“MMMNNN~! YES~!”

M/n pulled his cock out and slammed it back inside harshly, making William moan loudly again.

“That’s good, Bunny. I will fill your slutty pussy with my cum, cream inside your womb and make you have more Babies~ When I’m done with your womb, you will have a round little belly~”

“FUCK~! YES~! MAKE ME PREGNANT, MASTER~! OH PLEASE~! FILL ME UP~!”, William begged.

M/n started to ram his cock in and out, angling his cock, so it will abuse his slutty Bunny’s G – Spot with brutal, precise and powerful thrusts. William was a begging, moaning mess as M/n continued to abuse his G – spot.

“MASTER~! AH~! HAH~! I’M SO CLOSE~!”

“Then cum for me, my little Cum dump~ Cream yourself all over my cock, make that cervix of yours open nicely for my cock to greet your empty womb~”

All that dirty breeding talk got to William and he came screaming, all over M/n’s cock, who angled his cock anew and slammed through his Pet’s open cervix, into his womb and then groaned, releasing deep inside of it his love juices. He softly bumped William’s womb’s walls as he shot rope after rope inside him, riding out his orgasm.

His Bunny was panting and whimpering as M/n was balls deep inside him and practically filling his needy womb with what it needed.

“Fuck~ Your cervix is so tight, it won’t let me go~ You think we can both cum, while I’m stuck in your little baby creation area~?”, M/n asked.

“Yes~! Oh, please do it~”, William moaned out.

M/n started his pace, pulling a bit and then pushing back in, slamming William’s womb’s walls harshly, it made William groan loudly in pleasure. M/n set a fast and harsh, almost punishing, pace as he fucked into William’s womb. It made William see starts, just as he did when his G – spot was getting abused.

“C-CLOSE~!”, William moaned after a while.

“Me too, Bunny~ Cum for me~”

William had a hard orgasm and screamed in ecstasy. His cervix opened a bit further, making M/n slip in a bit more, before it tightened again and all of William’s love juices came flowing out. M/n in the meantime creamed into William’s womb again.

“Gonna fill my slutty Bunny up, nicely~”, he groaned as he filled William with another load.

William came again as he felt M/n shoot his hot love juices into him. Fuck if his Lover continues this, he will get his wish to come true and get another child. He couldn’t wait !

This whole filling continued for almost two whole hours, then the both of them were sure that William couldn’t take anymore, so M/n pulled out and grabbed a big plug, he lined it up with his Bunny’s still soaking and happily twitching cunt, then shoved it inside, making his Pet whimper loudly. Now his seed was secured and stayed were it belonged. Until tomorrow that was...

He looked at his Pet’s belly. It was showing and nicely round. He pumped so much of his love inside him and he was proud of it. His Bunny’s cunt and womb ? Secured as his, marked as his, claimed as his and his cum won’t leave until tomorrow in the shower. He was more than happy with that.

M/n grabbed William’s hips and made him turn around, knees bent, so he will be on them instead of his stomach, the left side of his face was in the pillows. William moaned and whimpered at the movement, still very sensitive from getting his womb railed for so long.

M/n looked at his Bunny’s twitching manhole and was eager to split him on his cock. His cock was wet enough from William’s love covering it, so he lined it up and then pushed it inside, a bit slower than he did on his Bunny’s cunt, but it had the desired effect.

His Bunny was keening and moaning loudly, whimpering when it got deeper, pressing against his full womb.

“I told you, I will claim all three holes of yours~”, M/n purred out.

William was in awe at how much stamina his Lover had. He started to moan and whimper as M/n started to move in and out at a normal pace. After his Bunny got used to it, M/n set a faster pace and aimed at his Pet’s prostate. After he slammed into it, William screamed in pleasure and M/n continued to slam into him.

“CUMMING~! C-CUMING~!”, William screamed and felt himself gush, but it didn’t drip out.

The plug was too big, it blocked everything, which made William whine. M/n suddenly shoved himself deeper inside and groaned loudly with a slight growl as he shot his love deep inside his Pet’s ass.

“MINE. Only mine~ You hear me, Pet~? Mine~”, M/n growled out possessively.

“YOURS~! YOURS~! ONLY YOURS~!”, William babbled, drunk on pleasure.

M/n started to smack William’s ass, which made the male moan high pitched, in pleasure. M/n leaned over his Lover’s back and started to mark whatever he could of his back, leaving the back of his neck alone for now. He scratched down his Lover’s back, with his nails, making red angry lines appear on it. His Bunny enjoyed every little second of this.

Then M/n started to move again, another round of passionate love making and it made William lose all his focus. All he could think of, was the need to be bred, the need to be filled and the need to cum himself. Nothing else mattered.

M/n slapped William’s bum from time to time, while he dove in and out of his Lover’s hole, with his cock. It stung and William loved it, it made him feel a thrill, he didn’t know existed. M/n and Will were reaching their climax pretty fast and M/n bit into the back of William’s neck, making his Pet freeze up and he shoved his cock all the way inside again, filling him with his love juices, while William came himself, voice lost, mouth open in a loud fucked out moan.

“T-tired...”, William rasped out softly.

M/n couldn’t agree more with his Bunny. He was tired too. He pulled out and let William fall onto his left side, careful with his filled tummy. He plugged his hole up, which made William whimper and feel fuller than he was, then he cleaned himself and his Pet up, put a towel over the wet spot William’s cunt made, laid down, pulled his Bunny into his arms and then pulled the blanket over them.

They went to sleep fairly quickly. And the both of them had no idea, that William had a fertilized egg cell yet again. They would find that out in a few weeks from now.

-The next day-

William was still in bed, as M/n woke up. He smiled at his Love and stroked his hair, which made him stir and wake up too.

“Morning, Bunny.”, M/n said softly.

“Good morning, Love.”

“Me and Henry have a surprise for you today. But you have to let us explain a few things.”, M/n told him softly.

“A surprise ? What do you have to explain by a surprise ?”, William asked confused.

“You will see, Bunny. Let us just say, Hen and me went through hell, to get this for you.”

He hummed and then moaned.

“What is it, Baby ?”, M/n asked.

“The plug in my cunt...hit a good spot and my body aches everywhere...We should get up and shower then, if Henry will come over soon...”, William said softly and got up.

He looked at his full tummy and smiled, putting a hand on it, almost lovingly. M/n got up to and wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his tummy gently, kissing the back of his shoulder.

“You look good in my marks, honey.”, M/n mumbled.

William looked at his arms and chest, scoffing. He looked worse than when someone beat him up.

“I look horrible.”

“You don’t. Those are my marks and I am proud of every single one of them, that I gave you.”, M/n said.

William looked at him and then smiled gently. Then they went to the bathroom and into the shower. William moaned as he bent over and let M/n pull out both plugs. But William needed help to get all the cum out and flowing.

“Hold still, Baby.”, M/n said gently.

“Okay...”

M/n wettened his fingers on his right hand and then stuffed them inside William’s cunt first, as deep as he could. It made William moan softly and clench down on his fingers. M/n curled them up and as he felt some of his sticky liquid, he fingered around there more and then pulled a bit of it out, with that a flow started and all the cum dripped out of William, making his Bunny moan and pant in arousal.

The next was William’s ass and there M/n did just the same, until a small flow started. William was panting and excited again, but M/n insisted on waiting for everything to flow out of his body, then he wanted to wash him and himself.

His Pet had to agree with distaste. They quickly washed each other and then M/n took William against the shower walls again, ramming his cock in and a out of his sopping wet cunt, making his Bunny scream in pleasure and ecstasy, until he creamed all over his Master’s cock again and M/n coated William’s walls white. They washed him down there again and then got out of the shower.

As soon as they were dressed and ready for the day, the doorbell rang.

“That must be Henry.”, M/n stated.

They went down the stairs and saw that Mike already let Henry inside and...no way...William couldn’t believe his eyes.

“E-Elizabeth ?”, William asked softly, tears near.

At the mention of her name, she looked around and her face split into a huge smile as she spotted William. She ran over to him.

“Daddy ! I'm back ! I’m home ! Daddy !”, she yelled happily.

William fell onto his knees and opened his arms, the little girl running right into them and hugging him tightly. William hugged her back just as tight.

“My Babygirl. My sweet little girl. Where have you been ? What happened ? Are you alright ?”, he asked, voice breaking and tears falling.

“I am now, because I am back home.”, she replied with a big smile.

He looked at Henry.

“How did you find her ? Where was she all this time, Hen ?”, William asked.

Henry shook his head.

“I didn’t find her Will. M/n did.”, Henry answered.

William looked at M/n, who decided to stand next to Henry. He looked at Michael.

“Mike, go get Evan. Living room. We will tell William what happened and where Lizzy was. He will need all the support he can get.”, M/n stated softly.

“What about Penelope and Alex ?”, Mike asked.

“Get them too, if you want to.”

Elizabeth parted from her Daddy and looked at her Papa.

“Who are Penelope and Alex ?”, she asked.

“Your new siblings. I bet you saw how different your Daddy looks. Let us just say he gave birth to two more siblings. You missed a few things after you went missing, Lizzy.”, M/n answered.

She made an o shaped mouth and her eyes lit up with understanding.

“So, I’m a big Sister now ?”, she asked.

“You are, Lizzy.”

“Cool ! Can I meet them ?”

“After we explained everything to Daddy, yes.”

“Okay !”

With that she gave her Daddy another squeeze and rushed into the Living room. William got up and stared at the two men.

“What is going on here ? Why are you making this such a big deal ? Just tell me who took her and got jailed.”, William said irritated.

M/n and Henry looked at him with guilt written faces.

“Willy, Baby Bunny, this is so much more complicated and complex, than you think. Believe me...it will all make sense when we explained everything to you, but right now, trust us, it is not going to be easy to understand, Love.”, M/n said gently.

“What do you mean ?”, William asked worried.

Henry looked at William and hugged him tightly, then led him to the Living room.

“We will explain everything, old friend. Just...try to relax and prepare to get your mind blown.”, Henry said softly.

Then they sat William down on the couch, while the others stood, besides M/n, he sat in the armchair across the couch. He looked at them all in confusion and worry. What is so complicated about Elizabeth’s return ?

“So you understand the whole thing first...Evan, can you PLEASE tell your Dad what you saw on the day, Lizzy went missing ?”, M/n asked the boy softly.

Evan held his plush Fredbear tightly to his chest and looked at his Dad, uncomfortable, while Lizzy looked at the floor in shame. William didn’t understand anything. Evan saw something and didn’t speak up ?

“A-at Circus B-baby’s...L-Lizzy went n-near B-Baby, D-Dad.”, Evan stuttered out.

William’s eyes widened and he stared at his daughter, who looked even more ashamed.

“You didn’t listen to me ?”, he asked her in shock.

“I’m sorry Daddy, she was just so pretty and shiny ! You said you made her just for me, but you never let me go to her, while the other children were allowed to play with her.”, she said in sadness.

“That is not all of it, Will. Evan, continue please, take your time explaining, no one is angry.”, M/n said with a soft voice.

Evan had tears in his eyes and looked at his Dad.

“I-It ate L-Lizzy. Th-The C-Clown a-ate L-Lizzy, Dad !”, Evan got out sobbing.

M/n opened his arms and Evan ran into them. M/n pulled the boy in his lap and gently ran his fingers through his hair, while he cried.

“It’s okay. Shhh...”, he tried to soothe Evan.

M/n looked at William, who was in utter shock and disbelief.

“Baby ate Lizzy ? But how is she still here then ? How did she survive that ? Baby is a machine, not an empty costume, the gears would have killed her.”, William said out loud.

“Not like that Will. Baby offered her Ice Cream and Lizzy went to grab it, Baby malfunctioned and tore her inside her stomach hatch.”, M/n explained.

William stared at his daughter in horror.

“WHAT ?!”

He stared at M/n.

“Why didn’t Evan say anything ?!”

“He was scared to say anything. Mike was there too, but forgot his medication, he thought he just hallucinated, while Evan saw it happen. He was afraid no one would believe him, so he stayed quiet. He told me a few months ago, after you gave birth. After you finally fully recovered, I went to Circus Baby’s again and went to CB. I opened the hatch and found Lizzy. But...”, M/n hesitated.

William grew impatient.

“But WHAT ?!”, he pressed.

“Will, just know that it was for me and Henry also hard to believe that it was possible...”, M/n said softly.

“What are you on about ?!”

Henry sighed.

“Do you remember the day were M/n didn’t say where he went and you got worried ?”

William nodded.

“That was the day he went to Circus Baby’s and he came back with...something. He sought me out for help. And at the same day, I presented to you the Illusion Disks, you remember ?”, Henry asked.

William nodded, confused what all this had to do with Lizzy. M/n took a deep breath. William looked at him and just then he realized that all of his kids had a saddened mood. It scared him.

“William, when I found Lizzy inside CB...she was a rotting dead body.”, M/n revealed.

His world stopped turning and he stared at Lizzy...or at least what he thought until now, was Lizzy. He let tears run down his face as he glared at M/n and Henry.

“So you thought it a good idea to replace my daughter with a robotic version ?!”, he accursedly yelled.

“No, that is not what we did.”, M/n and Henry said at the same time.

M/n took the lead again.

“I was mourning her and already thinking of how to break the news to you, as Circus Baby moved. I didn’t turn her on or anything and I remember that her eyes used to be blue, right Will ? They were blue. NOT green, like Lizzy’s.”

William looked at M/n in confusion and slight anger.

“They were blue, yes. Wait...they were green then and there ?”, he asked after he processed the whole info.

M/n nodded.

“Yes, they turned green. But that wasn’t the weirdest part, Circus Baby talked and moved more like a human. Not robotic anymore, nor did it talk with pauses, like the coding made them out to be. And she begged me to bring her home to her Daddy. She recognized me, Will. She knew her name, Elizabeth Afton, her Family Michael, Evan and you. She was scared and confused and all she wanted was to get back home. She knew a lot about you and as I brought her to Henry, he was just as convinced that this was Lizzy, POSSESSING Baby.”

William stared at M/n in shock. M/n looked away and at Lizzy, who gave him a wobbly smile.

“I decided to take the risk and believe it was really Lizzy, for you, Will. With the time, she proved more and more, that Elizabeth was in fact, possessing your Animatronic, but we didn’t want to frighten you, so I asked for Henry’s help, to cover the Machine up and give Lizzy her body back. That’s where the Illusion Disks came in, that you helped to perfect. One is installed into Circus Baby and that is why Lizzy looks normal. She can turn it on and off by will. Until we find out how to free her soul from the machine and get her to stay around still, she will have to wear it.”, M/n explained.

William covered his mouth in horror and looked at his daughter, tears were leaving his eyes. He did kill his own daughter by his own creation, without meaning to, nor knowing about it. Now she is stuck in a Circus Clown.

“P-prove it.”, William demanded and looked at his daughter.

He hoped they were pulling a cruel joke on him, that Lizzy wasn’t dead and that she couldn’t transform into a giant piece of scrap metal, but he was proven wrong.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and in a flash, she was gone and Circus Baby stood there instead, with her vibrant green eyes, the same ones, Elizabeth had. He let out a choked sob, covering his mouth again with his hands, tears running down his face in horror, disbelief, denial and grief. Elizabeth transformed back and went over to her Father. She got on the couch and onto his lap, hugging him tightly, while he broke down in tears.

“It’s okay Daddy. I didn’t listen and she malfunctioned. It was a stupid accident and I’m not mad. I’m still here after all.”, she tried to cheer him up.

William hugged his daughter tightly and let out loud and ugly sobs, that shook his whole body.

“My Baby, I’m so sorry ! I should have had my eyes on you better ! Now look at you ! I’m so sorry ! I let you down !”, He cried out.

Elizabeth got tears of her own into her eyes and sobbed.

“No, Daddy. You didn’t let me down. I let YOU down. I didn’t listen. You knew that she was not done yet and I refused to listen. I’m so sorry, Daddy.”, she sobbed out softly, hugging him tighter.

Michael stepped near his Father and knelt down, so he can make direct eye contact with his Dad. William looked at him, with teary eyes.

“I’m sorry too, Father. I was supposed to watch her that day and I didn’t do a good job. I fucked up and now...Lizzy is...she’s possessing a machine...”, Michael sobbed out.

William was shocked into silence, only hiccups leaving him. He remembered that day so well... The day, he as a Father...FAILED to be a Father.

-Flashback-

“Father I’m sorry ! I didn’t mean to-!”, Mike got interrupted.

“You can’t do anything right ! I told you to watch your Siblings ! I asked you for one thing ! Only one, Michael ! And even that simple task you fuck up !”

“Dad I’m sorry !”

SLAP !

Michael stared to his right, a red angry handprint already forming. They were dead silent, William death glared his Son.

“I hope you are happy with yourself, Michael. I ask one little thing of you and you have nothing better to do, than to hang out with your friends ! You can do that almost every other day, but noooo, you had to do this today, when I needed you !”

Michael was still silent, just listening to his Father, still just sobbing and hiccupping. William turned away from him in anger, offering no apology for his outburst, nor comfort.

“I wish you were never born.”, William said and then left, never seeing his Son break down into shattered pieces.

Never seeing, that M/n picked up all the pieces and put Mike back together, bit by bit.

-End of Flashback-

William let another ugly sob rake through him and he pulled his Son onto the couch and hugged him tightly to his left side too, kissing his cheek.

“No, no, no, Mikey. You didn’t fuck anything up, don’t apologize, okay ? I-I was an idiot that day and I’m so sorry for my outburst and the things I said to you. Don’t think these things, okay ? It’s my fault. I couldn’t see that you were suffering and in trouble and then I made your life even harder when I blamed you for Lizzy’s disappearance. I am the adult, I should have watched over her, but I didn’t and now...”

William was sobbing again, squeezing his two children into a tight embrace, muttering apologies over apologies. Evan got up and off of M/n’s lap too, joining his siblings and Father, hugging him tightly.

M/n looked at Henry, who was just as sad and heartbroken, as M/n was at the moment. The kids told their Father, that it wasn’t his fault, not all of it and that they forgave him for hours, while he apologized to them for hours. M/n and Henry took care of Penelope and Alex in the meantime, leaving the four be, to sort everything out.

“Do you think it was the right choice to tell Will ?”, Henry asked M/n with worry.

“I don’t know if it was right, but he had a right to know. Letting him live a lie, wouldn’t have been good either and one day he would have figured out that something was wrong with Lizzy. Hen, she wouldn’t have aged at all. He would have known one day anyways that she was dead.”, M/n replied softly.

They stayed in the Baby room with the two infants for a few more hours, giving the rest of the Family time, to recover from the whole rollercoaster.

After a while, M/n went downstairs and saw that a Movie was running. He looked at the kids and William, they seemed to have made up. They were all asleep on the couch and M/n had a small smile on his face.

‘Hopefully they will get better soon.’

M/n left again for Henry and he saw him sleeping too. He sighed, but understood why they were all exhausted.

Too many emotions at once, stress, adrenaline and then the nervousness of how it all would end. M/n looked at Alex, who was slightly awake.

“Welp, Mommy was a bit on an emotional trip, eh, Alex ?”, M/n said softly.

Alex held his hands out and made noises. M/n chuckled and held his small hands, making the Baby smile and giggle.

#Part 6 – Lizzy is back !#M/n's Pet~ - William Afton x Male!Reader #male!reader #fanfiction #fnaf #afton family #angst #William Afton/Dave Miller #Michael Afton #Evan/Chris/CC Afton #Elizabeth Afton #Henry Emily #read warnings above

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darkness-and-books · 8 months ago

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Star Trek (TOS)

so I was making bracelets the other day and I thought of these. They’re just some little headcanons for how some of my favourite TOS characters would react if you made them a bracelet (when you guys are dating and not public) SFW

James T. Kirk

You 100% stole an Enterprise emblem pin off of something to use as a charm on it.

The beads are arranged in a pattern of one plain yellow bead and then one yellow bead with glitter in it (rinse and repeat pattern)

when he sees it he’s kinda surprised, but only for a moment before absolutely melting 🫠.

he can’t believe you thought of him while doing crafts because he knows you do crafts to unwind after a long day.

is not nearly as concerned as he should be about where exactly the pin came from

Will get very upset and hide away until he finds it again if he ever loses it

“This is for me?” He sounds a bit floored, “umm, yeah, it’s okay if you don’t like it, I could-“ he doesn’t let you finish your sentence. “No, no, no! I love it!” He quickly slipped it onto his wrist before you could even think to take it back.

A couple of weeks later you assume that he probably took it off and left it somewhere in his quarters to be forgotten

but he would NEVER dare take it off

you honestly almost cry when you see him still wearing it

When you bring it up he’s a little insulted no he’s not that you would even think that it would leave him ever

Jim is riled up about something as he’s talking to Spock and you were listening, but then he put his hands down on the table in front of him and you noticed something. He was still wearing the bracelet you made him! Of course, McCoy being McCoy, he has also noticed this and has to put something in about. “I get that you love the Enterprise, but isn’t that a bit much?” Leonard shouts across from across the bridge. Kirk turns a slight shade of pink at the jest, but does a surprisingly good job of ignoring it. Later when he leaves the bridge you run up to him and give him the biggest hug you can manage. “I know I’m irresistible, but this a little unusual, even for you, sweetheart” Jim jokes, “You’re still wearing it” you say softly into his shoulder. It takes him a moment to catch onto what you’re talking about, but when he does, he lets out a soft chuckle that you can feel rumble through his chest. “Of course I am” he whispered into your hair as he gave you a kiss on the head.

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy

You have a bit of a harder time trying to figure out what charm to put on his bracelet

you definitely spend a long while overthinking because you want it to be perfect

one night as you’re about to go to bed though the perfect idea hits you

its so brilliant and yet so simple

you decide on a little femur 🦴 charm, actually two, so it’s plural just like his nickname

You’d use black and blue beads and put one of each colour between the two charms to separate them a little.

At first he doesn’t even look up at you because he’s going through some medical records.

so in a small fit of anxiety you toss it on his desk and literally run away before he can look and see how stupid cutesy it is

When he does see it though he makes heart eyes at it😍

His, no backsies

Pretends to go back to work after slipping it on is secretly kicking his feet and bubbling up inside

He will track you down after his shift to thank you for it because he LOVES it

“I brought you something” you softly announced, “just a second, darlin’ I’ve some forms to finish” he really didn’t mean to dismiss you, he just couldn’t afford to loose his train of thought just then. There was a clatter on the desk in front of him and before he could properly process the event you had disappeared. He looked up from his padd to see a little bracelet with two bone charms on it, on his desk. For a brief second he smiled ear to ear, it was so quick that any nurse passing by would have sworn it was a hallucination. He quickly put his padd down to put the bracelet on and then quickly pretended to go back to his work. Later, after his shift, he finally found you in your quarters. Your door swooshed open and you looked up. “Oh, hi” you blushed as you saw McCoy. He sat down next to you and kissed you on one cheek, then the other, and finally gave a quick peck to your lips before thanking you. “I love it so much, darlin’, thank you” he declares as he gives you another kiss.

You’re entirely certain that he only wore it for a little while to humour you and it was probably sitting in the drawer of his nightstand now

he just doesn’t strike you as the kind to wear jewellery.

boy are you wrong though, he’s an absolute sap sentimental

Would eat a tricorder rather than willingly take it off

You scraped your knee up when the Enterprise hit some unexpected turbulence. It seriously barely even bled, but Leonard still RAN to you. He had you sit down on a biobed while he inspected your knee. When he reached up with some disinfectant you noticed he was wearing the bracelet. Your heart leapt as you reached for his wrist. “I know that disinfectant stings, darlin’, but you still have to let me clean it for you” he insisted. You pulled his wrist up to your lips and placed a kiss right on his pulse point, “You’re still wearing the bracelet!” You softly exclaimed. Leonard looked at his wrist before looking lovingly into your eyes. “Of course I am, it’s amazing, thoughtful, and reminds me of the girl I love” he cooed, “but I still have to disinfect your scrape” he raised an eyebrow at you as he slowly pulled his wrist away from your face.

Spock

This gives you soo much anxiety to do

what if he doesn’t like it? Or doesn’t understand? Or doesn’t like it because it’s “highly illogical”?

Sure he’s half Vulcan, but he’s also half human

in the end you decide on a charm of the Vulcan salute 🖖, which you picked up on a shore leave awhile back

unlike with the other two, you had decided on some very nice glass beads instead of the big plastic ones, they’re sort of marbled various shades of blue

(Maybe like these) I put a link in the picture to them on Amazon in case anyone decides they actually want them

You definitely hold onto this bracelet for what feels like way too long before you muster the courage to give it to him

You probably give it to him when he’s looking a bit down, or as down as he would ever allow himself to look

he probably turns a light shade of green when you give it to him

not that he’s actually sure why you’ve given it to him or what it means, but you gave it to him and for about 30 seconds that’s all he actually cares about

which might be a record amount of time for him to go without following a logical thought process to its exhaustion

internally warms him, he finds it endearing, feels the need to gift you something in return

As you hand it to Spock he slowly raises an eyebrow before turning the slightest shade of green and putting it on with so much care, as if one breath might shatter every bead now resting on his wrist. He clears his throat slightly before starting, “It’s very nice, why are you giving it to me?” He doesn’t mean it as an insult he just assumes he must have done something to deserve it. “Oh, it’s okay if you don’t like it or want it” you wilt a bit at the idea that you were entirely wrong in thinking that it would cheer him up. “Oh no it’s quite lovely, really” he insists, you smile a little still not sure of his words “okay”

You’re pretty sure he took it off as soon as you turned around and had probably been haphazardly tossed somewhere in his quarters, if not directly in the trash 🗑️

you just don’t think he even likes the concept of it, let alone your tacky one

entirely incorrect in that thought process

logically explains it to anyone who asks about it: “My wearing it, assures the person who gave it to me of my affections for them” sounds cold, but he came up with an explanation, basically as good as married now.

would cut off his own ear before he would part with it

As you walk by you can hear things getting shoved around in Spock’s quarters. You run in assuming that some kind fight is going on. You’re both relieved and confused to find him alone, but still in an odd state of disarray. “Umm, are you alright?” You ask “It’s nothing, Y/N. I’ve just misplaced something” Spock informs you. Nothing my ass, you think to yourself “Are you sure? It’s kind of a mess in here” You point out “What have you lost?” You inquire. He turns green from his cheeks to his ears. “I seem to have.. erm… misplaced my bracelet” he murmurs the last part and your heart flutters at the thought that he cared enough to not only notice it was gone, but then also to tear apart his quarters looking for it. “Well when was the last time you had it?” You asked, knowing full well that he had probably already been through that thought process. “I was wearing it when I went to sleep last night” he admits sheepishly, “did you shake out your bedding?” You look over to see his bed stripped down “Yes, that was the first thing I did”. “What about under the bed?” You look back to him and he’s turned an even brighter green, “No, I hadn’t thought to do that yet” he reveals, “would you mind looking for me? You would fit better than I would” he requested. “Of course” you complied as you got down on the floor to look under the bed. “Bingo!” you exclaimed before sliding under the bed to reach it. When you stand up again he snatches it away and puts it back on before going to reorganise his room. You smile to yourself. He’d never be caught dead admitting it, but he nearly had a heart attack this morning when he realised it was missing.

sorry it might not be any good, hope you kinda like it anyway, thanks!

#Star Trek #Trekkie #Spock #leonard mccoy x reader #Bones #James T. Kirk #bracelet #headcanon #cutesy #Fluffy stuff

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cocomere · 8 months ago

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hello i have made more fanart but i actually like it this time

also i finished reading fool's gold and. why. why did you do this 😭

first off we have my wonderful child innit (yes i've adopted it, no there's nothing you can do about it)

secondly i tried to draw Vio. surprisingly the thing i was most overwhelmed about was the jewelry. i just couldn't cope with the lack of hair so i gave him some more hair.

the first one is with the colours i picked and the second one is "canon" colouring. i wasn't entirely sure what his tail or the triangle pin looks like but i tried. yes i used the splatter tool for the marking i tried drawing them by hand but it looked terrible. i also tried to include the second joint in how he bends his arms. originally i has the lab coat's colour to be more obnoxious than the one you had picked but it hurt my eyes so i changed it

also i noticed the mention of his second pair of eyelids a lot. so he has a nictitating membrane? i'm assuming that's what it is, since it fits the description and the way those open/close would be considered wrong (from left to right instead of up and down)

if it is a nictitating membrane- i remember seeing somewhere that his planet had glass(?) storms, so i was wondering if that protects his eyes like a camel's protects its eyes during a sandstorm? sorry i just find this sort of- not world. uh species-building interesting lol

!!! MORE ART FOR THE FRIDGE AYYYYY

You aren’t the only one to adopt Innit. Askblog is interesting. You can see the evolution of Daz in it, too!! I did it because I feed on reader’s tears :3c Also, Innit Going Away was pretty much inevitable. There was no way for it to be on the askblog suddenly without it having vanished, because Innit was created LONG after Daz had been introduced. I had to work backwards to figure out what would have made that happen. I think the answer is kind of heartbreaking, ngl, but like...I don’t see another way it could have turned out. It led to some fun content tho!

Oh, right, you didn’t see the very top. The canon colors are to give a better idea of what I had in mind. Sky blue could mean a LOT of different shades! I know that actually drawing with those PRECISE colors might be difficult, and I have a disclaimer about “yes, I know it could shift in Actual Art, this is just to have a solid baseline to work off of.”

The tail is more like an alligator’s, and it’s the spines along the top of it that can go flat or Not Flat as he so chooses.

And, yes, that’s what I mean by that lmao. I honestly didn’t consider it re:glass storms, but you’re right! That’d definitely help with those, as well as with general sand blowing about.

I loooooove world and species building. It’s SO fun to really dig into the minutiae of how do these things work and WHY? Vio has a lot of really interesting quirks in particular-- like, magic is basically poison to him. A LOT of enchantments either don’t work at all or cause a huge backlash if he tries to use them (water-based ones in particular. That’s why he hates tridents lmao). Others only kinda-sorta work. Silk touch is one that straight up has zero effect. Even with a properly enchanted pick, it fails to activate. This will eventually become a plot point in the rewrites, hehe!

I have a lot of lore sunk into Sanctuary itself (and a fair bit of it is in Sibling Acceptance Rituals and onwards!!) as well as Blood & Gold. A LOT of stuff that never actually made it into any fic was figured out! For instance, one of the few things bgWilbur DIDN’T lie about was his mom being Lady Death. This comes up in a few AUs, but not in the main timeline nor Welcome To The Inn/Creepypasta.

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honeytae · 4 years ago

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You like my muscles that much, baby?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @flytomyjoon!!! you light up my dash and bless me with your thots™️ each and every day so...i just wanted to give you a little something to hopefully start your day off right :) while i was thinking about what to write for you there was only a split second of brainstorming before i settled on this concept, and i was like ‘ah yes, this feels very jas.’ also..this did start as a 600 word drabble but. anyways. i love you and i hope you have the best day my fellow taejoon simp and pisces bby!! <3 genre: smut

warnings: buff!joon, heavy grinding, hand stuff, sex in a mirror(does that need to be included here?), namjoon has a big dick, exactly one spank, dirty talk (not much though lol i’m not good at writing it), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it...unless it’s joon), kinda rough but still ~loving~ word count: 2.0k

Haphazardly tossing your bag to the ground while walking into your home gym, you exhaled at the hot air thick with the faint smell of perspiration, breath momentarily taken away from you when you spied your boyfriend lifting his body onto the pull up bar across the room from you.

His skin was glowing with sweat, lips parted as harsh breaths escaped them, his muscles visibly contracting with each lift of his body as his eyes scrunched shut at the pressure in his core.

Dropping to the ground with a huff, he pushed a hand through his hair, catching your eyes through the reflection of the mirror with a tired smile.

“Hey, baby,” he called to you, ushering you to him with a reach of his hand as you eagerly followed the action.

Your legs seemed to move without thought, bringing you closer and closer to him until you were within reach, squealing when you were pulled in by his arms suddenly wrapping around your torso.

Pressing you to his chest, he dipped his head so that his soft lips met yours, pulling back when you shriveled at his damp palm cupping your cheek.

“Ugh, you’re all sweaty.” You wrinkled your nose at the feeling of his slippery skin on yours, pushing him away with a light shove of your palm to his chest as he only chuckled at you.

“My apologies.” He smiled, stepping to the side to grab one of his barbells and beginning to lift the weighted bar to his chest.

You chuckled slightly at the man, reaching for his water bottle in hopes to relieve your dry throat from the commute home.

Taking a sip, you breathed out a sigh, the sound catching your boyfriend’s attention before he opened his mouth, a silent ask for you to lift the bottle to his lips.

You nonchalantly hummed as he thanked you, raising it back to your own mouth to get more of the cold liquid down your throat.

In the midst of doing this, Namjoon had bent down to grab more weights, sliding them onto the bar and lifting them with a groan before he eased into the pattern of lifting, pausing, then lowering again.

Nearly choking at the soft grunts escaping his lips every now and then with the effort, you internally scolded yourself, shaking your head to rid your impending thoughts as you properly swallowed the water.

The grunts he let out were deep with a bit of rasp, breath exhaled at the end of each one. The noise was similar to what he sounded like when he thrusted into your-

“How was your day?” He asked, the question momentarily bringing you back down to earth.

Just as you opened your mouth to answer him, you were once again distracted by the muscles moving his biceps, shifting underneath his skin each time he moved the position of the weight.

He’d been bulking up lately and fuck, it was doing a number on you.

“Babe?” He called for you, interrupting your daze with a raise of his eyebrows, watching you gulp in response as you blankly stared back at him.

“What?” You asked, Namjoon smiling slightly before repeating his question, tilting his head when you only shrugged distractedly.

“What is going on with you?” He asked, eyes darting down to where your eyes were still attached to his bicep, bottom lip trapped by your teeth as you shifted in your stance.

“You are going to be the death of me.” You mumbled, quiet enough for him not to be able to make out the words but loud enough for him to know you’d said something.

“Wha-” He cut himself off with a hum as you suddenly dove forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss, the sudden fervor you met him with causing a confused noise to escape his throat.

The bar in his hand messily clattered to the ground, Namjoon quickly guiding your bodies away from the area to avoid injury, trailing his hands up your arms as he returned the needy action.

It wasn’t your fault his lips were like a magnet; pink and plush and pretty, always drawing you in for more whenever he gave you an intended sweet peck.

After all, they felt like velvet against your own, soft yet firm in the way he worked them over yours, large hand sliding to the back of your neck to secure you there.

The feeling of his tongue pushing into your mouth had you moaning instantly, the man’s grip on your hips dizzying you as he began backing you up against the mirror.

Gasping at the feeling of the cold glass against your back, Namjoon took the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, his hot tongue swirling around your own and eliciting a whimper.

“Jump.” He mumbled, capturing your lips with his again as he squeezed at the back of your thigh, instructing you to jump up onto his body as his palms went to support your ass.

Being pressed directly against your boyfriend’s body had you reeling, subtly rocking your hips into his and making him moan in response.

The butterflies at the pit of your stomach only grew with each motion, the throbbing between your legs informing you that this was not at all the innocent greeting you’d been expecting as Namjoon began thrusting to meet your hips movements, quite literally fucking you over your clothes.

The grinding seemed to be getting to him just as much as it was you, the growing bulge in his shorts proving your suspicions as his throaty noises hummed into your opened mouth.

“Fuck, rough day or something?” He panted against your lips, breath catching in his throat when you rolled your hips down harder against his, increasing the friction to make his eyes momentarily roll back.

“N-not really, just, shit, unghh” You trailed off as his hand went under your shirt, thumb rubbing at your nipple over your lace bra, “your m-muscles, Joonie.”

Whining when his fingers trailed up your thigh and disappeared under your skirt, you gasped when his fingers dipped underneath the fabric of your underwear, exhaled moan falling from your lips when his thumb slipped over your swollen clit.

“You like my muscles that much, baby?” He asked in amusement, feeling your arousal begin to drip onto his finger, breathing out a curse word at the feeling.

You didn’t respond, instead letting out a pitiful whimper as his fingers slid down your slit to gather your wetness, entering you two at a time. Namjoon moaned quietly at the feeling of your fingers clenching around him, knowing how it felt whenever you did that around his cock.

“Oh shit.” You whined, grinding your clit into his palm as his fingers scissored inside of you.

Smirking, he removed his fingers, raising them to your mouth and tapping on your bottom lip with his sodden fingertips.

Obediently you opened your mouth, taking his fingers in with a swirl of your tongue, smugly watching as his eyes darkened at the sight of your cheeks hollowing around them.

“Fuck, need you now.” He huffed, withdrawing his hand to tug his shorts and boxers down to his knees before shifting your own underwear aside with a brush of his fingers, groaning at the fresh slick coating his appendages when he pulled them away.

“Here?” You asked, the man chuckling as he gripped his cock, giving himself a few strokes as he turned his head, meeting your eyes in the mirror placed behind him.

“Yeah, here. Just enjoy the view, I guess.” He laughed, you scoffing at him as you locked your fingers behind his neck, rubbing at the hair on his nape with a fond smile.

“Joon.” You gasped as he entered you, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder as he held himself there with all the self control he could muster, taking a moment to let you get used to the intrusion.

His cock was fucking massive, stretching you open as he slowly bottomed out, the sting burning into electrifying pleasure as he patiently waited for you to give him the go ahead.

“Move.” You mumbled, the man immediately following instruction as he pulled his hips back, pushing back into you with a shuddered breath.

You moaned at his shallow thrusts, meeting them with a slight roll of your hips each time as he whispered praises into your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so tight for me. Mine.” He growled, stinging the flesh of your ass with the impact from his hand, groaning as you clenched around him in response.

Smoothing his hand over the skin, he kneaded the flesh in his fingers, the tender action a stark contrast to what his hips were doing.

His thrusts had now picked up pace and were harsh, your fingernails clawing at his back with the pleasure coursing through your veins, foggy brain barely noticing his fingers prying your shirt down to reveal your chest.

His hips never faltered even as he concentrated on tugging down the cup of your bra, his mouth sucking at your nipple in such a way that would surely turn the skin shades of purple later on.

Although the music from his workout playlist was still going, both your moans nearly drowned it out, along with the squelching noises whenever Namjoon re-entered you, your arousal embarrassingly loud over the beat from the speakers.

But you couldn’t seem to care when the head of his cock was persistently tapping at the spongy spot he knew drove you crazy, watching your eyes flutter shut with a smirk as he glanced up at you, his mouth still sucking diligently at your hard peak.

Making a sound of complaint when he popped off your chest, you allowed yourself to be slightly jostled in the man’s hold, his hands directing you to lock your legs around his hips tighter as he shifted you slightly up his body.

“Oh my- Fuck, Joon!” You shouted as his grip moved to your hips, taking your body into his control and lifting you up and down his cock, slamming into you at a brutal pace that had your eyes rolling back into your head as you clung onto his shoulders.

Opening your eyes, the sight in front of you was filthy, your reflection in the mirror looking absolutely wrecked as you watched yourself bounce on Namjoon’s dick, his biceps contracting each time he lifted your body.

Shifting your gaze to Namjoon’s face was even worse, his beautiful features twisted in concentration, teeth gritting against each other at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped around him.

It was only a few moments later that you felt the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach, babbling nonexistent words that clued him in immediately, his finger rubbing at your clit again to encourage you.

Your pussy clamping down around him had your name falling from his lips instantly, squeezing you tighter to him as he sloppily thrusted into your heat.

The feeling of his hot cum shooting up into you made a whine escape, his final loud moan triggering your walls to flutter around him one last time before you hit your high.

Exhausted, you dropped your head back against the mirror, wincing at the sting it created at the crown of your head. Namjoon hummed, soothing your head with a gentle rub of his fingers and a caring look in his eyes, the dark lust that was there previously now completely gone.

“You okay?” He asked, smiling softly as he tucked damp strands of hair behind your ears, leaning forward to kiss both of your temples as you tried to catch your breath to answer him.

“God, you’re gonna split me open.” You finally exhaled, Namjoon chuckling as he planted a sweet kiss to your lips, pulling back to look at you with a tender gaze.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll help you shower?” He offered, your eyebrows raising at him with an amused smirk.

“Doesn’t that benefit you, too?” You chuckled, the man laughing a bit as he shrugged.

“A little, yeah.” He agreed, thinking for a moment before grinning at you, ”I can cook you dinner?”

“Now that doesn’t benefit anyone.” You said, Namjoon pulling a face of offense as you laughed at him, his eyebrows pulled together and mouth gaped open just slightly as he fought back a smile.

“Keep it up and I’ll retract my original offer.”

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llamagoddessofficial · 3 years ago

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Thank you @eldritch-and-tired for commissioning this lil’ /Reader piece of @megalommi‘s Sans, Baggs. I will ALWAYS be a simp for this sexyman. Enjoy!!

Tw: injections, unwilling hypnosis/mind control

...

You giggled.

The light was so pretty. Swirling, undulating, cyan and magenta warping and shifting in and out of one another in an endless hypnotising rhythm. It made you think of a funfair... spirals everywhere, from the tops of the stalls to the decorations on the rides, to the signs leading you around to those huge lollipops that tasted tooth-meltingly sweet. Happy memories, carefree, far away and non-solid but still wonderful. What were you doing? You couldn’t remember anything. You liked blue and purple, they were everywhere, all around you, such pretty colours.

Pretty, pretty...

“... there we go. easy now.”

... You didn’t realise he was even there until he (somewhat cautiously?) spoke. Your senses were just colours. The voice was odd and a bit disembodied at first but slowly, slowly, you became aware of its source- a face hovering just over you. The awareness spread to your body, too... you were bent at an odd angle with your feet just barely lifted off the floor, your back flat on a rather uncomfortable table, gravity pulling your hair and cheeks. And he... he was just a few inches over you, pinning you by one of your wrists.

...

A tight and tense, cutting smile, clear signs of stress around his face and shoulders making it obvious that this was the smile of a man on the edge and not one of any particular joy. Deep sockets, so wide they looked borderline painful, glaring down at you with so much intensity...

... You could feel his body heat. And his breath against your face. Your heartbeat, your slightly itchy nose, how tight he was holding your wrist.

“... Mh... Huh?” You said, ever-so articulately, vision spinning in the same direction as the swirls emanating from his left socket. A similar way to how the world rocked when you were dizzy... except for you, it never righted itself. It just kept spinning and spinning and spinning. Everything was so bright, as you fell under a pleasant fuzzy sensation burrowed into your chest and mind, blanketing your thoughts as if you were just in the middle of a nice dream where nothing much mattered.

“shh...”

When he gently closed his gloved fingers around something you had gripped in your pinned hand, you put up no fuss, loosening your hold and allowing him to take it... when did you pick up a scalpel? What an odd thing to have. The back of your head hurt and your knuckles felt the telltale aches of having been tense a few moments ago, even though they were now just an unwound coil like the rest of you.

... Dr. Baggs let out a long slow, breath. You could feel it against your nose and neck, he was that close... his mouth open barely a crack, the magenta hue of his tongue glinting against his fangs.

“... alright.” He said, voice silky, gentle on your thrumming ears and head, sockets easing around the edges as he calmed down. The bluish shadows of sleep deprivation under them became more apparent as the tension in the room, face and posture waned. “that’s better.”

... Yeah. You thought, relaxed and calm. It is.

... He gave you the bare minimum of personal space, leaning back and helping you to sit, lifting you with the perfect combination of gentle but firm as if he knew you’d immediately feel so dizzy when you became upright. Your hands moved up and held onto his shoulders to steady yourself- the fabric of his lab coat was surprisingly soft, it was very nice to touch.

... He was so close. Supportive but strict hands on your elbows, your knees on either side of him, he smelled like... the artificial flavouring they added candy that just wasn’t quite natural. And a specific, scented brand of antiseptic; clean and sterile and prepared.

“... well.” He hummed, reaching out of sight for something with one hand. Your forehead would bump his collarbone if you leant forward any more. His voice was so soothing and calming, especially since you were only a few inches from his clavicle... you were getting pretty close to shutting your eyes at this point, but a prick in your arm kept you from completely nodding off- you barely noticed it, too busy studying the aesthetically pleasing purple trim to his coat and enjoying the funny fuzzy sensation in your chest and temples. Oh, he suddenly had a full syringe in his hand that he was putting a cap on... where did he get that?

“i knew from the start you’d be uncooperative, but... not that kind of uncooperative.”

He held something up to your face. You opened your mouth, (wait, why am I opening my mouth...) and he quickly placed it on your tongue. You swallowed, again, without knowing why... it was like your body was following a list of instructions that you couldn’t see or hear. Someone else had taken the wheel; tugging the right strings to make the right parts of you move when they were needed.

... You didn’t think about it much. No panic, no confusion, no considering the implications. The thoughts were disconnected... just ships in the night, sailing by your muffled brain. All you could really think about was how whatever he’d given you was very strange and bitter and ew, you cringed, an odd acrid taste lingering in the back of your throat.

... Another prick in your arm. That’s weird, he keeps pricking me. Oh well. This time, you looked just in time to see him removing a now-empty syringe; he wiped where he’d poked your forearm with something very cold, then placed a little circular red band-aid over it.

...

There were six other band-aids on that forearm. Two green, three navy, one black... and now the red one.

Hm... I feel like I should be alarmed by that...

Again, all you could think about was how nice you felt right now. Dizzy, warm, safe. Like you’d had a little too much to drink, but now you were laying out in the sun with your friends... I miss the sun...

“most of my ‘patients’ are at least... consistent.” Baggs hummed, continuining to hold you carefully by the elbows, predicting your post-jab swaying. He didn’t seem to realise he was talking aloud, just a scientist observing his experiment, and you weren’t really paying enough attention to what he was actually saying- too many words to process, boooring. “uncooperative awake, uncooperative under. you’re always displaying aggression toward me... and yet as soon as you have no control, there’s an obediency so immediate it’s borderline subconscious. rather fascinating.”

Instead, you...

“... Sexy voice.”

...

“... what?”

Apparently, that was enough to finally break him out of his thoughts. You glanced up at Baggs’ face, still only a few inches away, you kept forgetting where things were around you... the cushion around your soul never wavered but for a moment there was a little blip in the swirls. A slight interruption.

“Mmmhm.”

...

... His expression sort of... well, ‘melted’ was the wrong word. It was more akin to the sun peeking out from between two clouds. The detached, observational, scientific air to him thinned and began to evaporate... revealing something a little more warm.

The razor and unfriendly edges of his smile were rounding into something organic. Perhaps even, daresay, resembling forward.

“my.” He purred. “how forward of you.”

“S’very nice. Very smooth...” Your tongue felt... eh. And your arm, where he’d poked you, was starting to itch. “And you have a nice face too... handsome man. I think so.”

...

His smile started growing even more, and he leaned back an inch or two as if to look at all of you and make sure you were really the same person he’d brought into this examination room less than an hour ago. “... oh really?”

“Yeah...” ... Your hands had been just holding onto his coat... but, spurred on by your sudden drunken confidence, you properly looped them around his neck.

... He blinked, but he only let himself appear taken aback for a moment or two. Despite how ominously his magenta eyelights glowed in his dark, shadowed sockets... you could tell he was enjoying himself, and this sudden turn of events. “i’m flattered.”

You laid your head on his chest. It was getting kinda hard to stay upright.

... Your nose scrunched.

“Funky smell, though.”

That was enough to get an actual laugh out of him- albeit shortlived, his skull cocking like a curious mirthful bird. “are you... genuinely telling me that i smell, darling?”

“Yeah. Because it’s true. You’re gremlin.”

“i’m... gremlin?”

“Mhm.”

“stars. i wish i could tell pap about this.”

Your body shifted, enough to make you lightly squeak- things were spinning so much that it took you a minute to realise Baggs had picked you up, an arm hooked under your legs and another around your back.

“you’re all done for the day, pet.” His eyelights had become a thrumming, almost amethyst colour as he looked at you, a far gentler shade of purple than his previous headache-inducing magenta. You weren’t sure what’d caused that but you weren’t complaining. You weren’t sure what’d caused him to carry you either, considering he usually just brought someone to collect his ‘patients’ for him... but, again, not complaining. “it’s time to get back to your room.”

“I feel funny.” You mumbled.

“that’s normal.”

He started walking. The halls all looked the same, as he moved through them, blending into one another... white and sterile, a few doors dotted inbetween if you were lucky but mostly just the exact same tiles and patterns and lack of anything that would clue you into the fact that people had actually (at some point) existed in this area.

“Hm... is this where you work...?”

A little chuckle. He was sounding further and further away. “yes. this is my job, dear.”

“It’s so g... ug-ly.”

“oh? you think so?” Baggs’ tone had become... light? Perhaps a little teasing.

“Jus... put up some nice posters, or something.” Your head was so heavy. Since when was it this heavy? You had to rest it against his chest, feeling that nice fabric against your cheek, hearing an equally nice humming sound from inside his ribcage. “Paint the walls. It’s so... white. Clini... ...clinicic... Calic...”

“clinical?”

“... Yeah.Tthat.”

A gloved phalange touched your arm. It was probably an attempt at a comforting gesture- stroking the skin. “good to know. i’ll make sure to pass that eloquent advice along to the decorating team.”

“Good.”

He brought you to a cell-like room. It was... vaguely familiar? A bed with one pillow, thin white sheets... some strange posters and a window with bars over it. You felt like you’d spent a long time in there, but it was impossible to think straight enough to actually muster up any memories.

Baggs laid you down on the bed, slowly, handling you like you’d fall apart at any moment. You made a little noise- it wasn’t a very soft bed... but it was good enough. And your body felt so strange and tired that any soft surface honestly was nice enough to lay down on forever.

“comfy?” He asked. Since when did he inquire if you were comfy?

“M... no. S’whatever.”

...

You peeked at him, crouched by your bed... and you reached out, pressing your inexplicably heavy finger against the top of his nasal cavity in a booping motion. You mumbled a little victorious “Silly skeleton.”

...

He took your hand in his gloved one, gently, before it could go limp and flop down. You couldn’t really make out his expression at this point.

“don’t tell the other subjects...” He murmured... he sounded amused, at least. “but i think you’ve become my favourite.”

“Course.” You shut your eyes. “I’m... m’amazing.”

“... yes. course.”

A feeling, like a kiss on your hand, before he placed it by your side.

“... go to sleep.”

...

And just like that, your body obeyed him before your head could even process what he’d said, and you were asleep.

#commissions #megalosomnia #baggs sans #not my sans #but damn #i wish i was his [pensive emoji]#i fuckin LOVE writing hypnosis if you couldnt tell hfsdkjf

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years ago

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The Extra (part 2)

Warning - smut (eventually....)

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton

You were finishing up your coffee, grateful that Cillian didn't hang around after grabbing his. Suddenly you heard Anto shouting in the yard outside. You told Liane you'd find her later, and headed out to him. He was pacing the grounds on his phone, the anger evident in his face. With an abrupt "Fuck you!" down the line, he hung up, kicking a rock across the courtyard in frustration.

"Anto? What's wrong?" You approached nervously.

"We start filming in three hours, and one of the cast had dropped out!!"

"What? Who?"

"Rachel Foster. She was supposed to play Tommy Shelby's girl."

"Oh shit.."

"Oh shit in-fucking-deed. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?! I can't call someone in at this short notice!"

"I don't know anyone who's even available.." he suddenly looked at you, you squirmed a little, you recognised that look.

"You know, it's not too late to reconsider my offer y/n."

"Anto we talked about this, I'm not an actress."

"But you used to be! And you were the best I knew!"

"When you offered me a role in this I was flattered beyond belief, I truly was, but my role is as a professor now, not an actress. I gave that all up nearly a decade ago!"

"Think about it - you're here anyway! She was only meant to film this week, it's a few scenes with Tommy, nothing major.. she's not even lasting the whole series it's just a few scenes I swear it. At least let me do a casting call with you? I'll pay you for your time, even if you don't want to do it? It's win-win! I'm desperate here y/n..."

You thought about it. You enjoyed the theatre shows you used to be involved in years ago so much, but then you were offered the job at Birmingham University and it was too good an opportunity to miss - a steady wage, guaranteed income.. the thought of going back to being a struggling actress made you very nervous.

"One casting call. If it doesn't work, I'm out and you'll have to find someone else Anto."

"Oh you fucking legend... You BEAUTIFUL legend!!!" He scooped you up and spun you round in a circle, before dragging you over to costume and makeup.

An hour later, you were in costume, hair done, makeup on, ready for the camera. You stood in the set for the Garrison, Anto giving you the once over for the short scene he'd got planned for the casting call.

"Anto you didn't say anything about kissing Tommy!" You groaned, reading the paper he handed you.

"It's one kiss - we need to make sure you have chemistry. You know these scenes are always filmed first y/n."

"You fucking owe me Byrne." He grinned his cheesiest grin yet, allowing you time to get to know your lines and the scene. You were lost in it, focussing on getting yourself into a character for the first time in years.

"Y/n?" An Irish brogue suddenly dragged you out of your prep, and you nearly dropped the whiskey glass you were holding as you were practising a scene.

"Holy fuck..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you - " he held out his hand, chuckling at your outburst. "I'm Cillian. I'll be playing Thomas Shelby."

"I, uh, I know who you are, I'm Y/n..."

"I know, Anto tells me you're Rachel's replacement? Really appreciate you stepping in like this, I know it's all a bit weird. Just take your time, okay? There's no rush, and no pressure to get it perfect, just relax. I know how intense these things can be."

"Thank you. I'm sorry if I'm shit..." You laughed, your stomach in knots.

"You won't be! You wanna stop at any point, tell me. No pressure, remember that. I'm looking forward to it."

"To what? Me throwing a whiskey glass at you?"

"No, not that bit," he smiled, his blue eyes glittering in the stage lights behind you.

"Right then you two, are you ready?" Anto called, and you pulled yourself together. Taking a deep breath, the scene began.

"You promised me Thomas. You said you were going legit!! Now I find out you have guns hidden away from the fucking IRA??"

"Clara, you have to trust me! I AM going legit but I need money behind me to do it - this is our way out of here!"

"You're a fucking liar Shelby. Four years I waited for you. Four fucking years you wrote to me promising me a life of safety, no more having to watch our backs, no more Peaky fucking Blinders, and you lied through your fucking teeth!" You threw the glass, missing his face by a mere inch.

He ducked, and approached you carefully, hands out to catch your arms as they flailed around. A sudden flick of your wrist in the wrong direction caught him off guard and you hit him. Full force on the side of his cheek.

"Oh fuck!! Shit I'm so sorry!!"

"Quite the left hook you've got there!!" He laughed, regaining his composure, rubbing his face. A decent shade of red now blossoming across his cheek. Anto was in stitches the other side of the camera and you shot him a glare.

"I can't believe you've just smacked the star of the fucking show!" He laughed.

"You're certainly feisty enough for Clara's character, I'll give you that!" Cillian smirked. You were mortified.

"I really am sorry..."

"No harm done, I'm fine. I've had worse. Come on, let's finish this yeah?" You were convinced you'd screwed it up, but Anto calling Action brought you back into the scene.

Cillian cleared his throat and approached you again, you could see him trying not to laugh though and you couldn't help but giggle a little, which set him off too.

"I'm sorry, really I am!" You panicked.

"That was my fault, I was too busy watching her arms!" Cillian smiled.

"Guys I really like what I'm seeing here. There's definitely chemistry on screen. Why don't you two go rehearse a little more together and come back in 30 minutes?" Cillian nodded and turned to you.

"Fancy a coffee?" He asked. You nodded and he led you over to the trailers behind the set.

"Are we not going to the cafeteria?"

"Not unless you want to rehearse in front of your Uni class?" He smirked. You shook your head and followed him into a decent sized trailer at the back. He flicked the kettle on, telling you to take a seat while he made the coffee.

"So why did you give up the theatre? You're clearly very good, else Anto wouldn't have requested you?"

"It wasn't going anywhere. I was in the West End, Broadway, Galway.. just seemed to be bouncing around with no real direction. I wanted to get into film or TV work but the roles were in high demand. And it became very clear very quickly that I wasn't the right kind of actress the movie makers wanted as a leading lady."

"Really? Why?"

"I wasn't prepared to get my tits out at every audition like the others I guess?" You shrugged. "I auditioned for a horror movie once in Hollywood. Some big budget thing that never ended up happening anyway, but the director wanted me to audition in this skimpy little dress - barely covered my ass never mind my thighs. Wouldn't audition me unless I wore it, so I threw it at him and walked out. Kinda blacklisted from then on."

"That's horrendous? Which director?"

"Cant even remember his name now it was so long ago. It doesn't matter anyway, the movie was scrapped before production and I landed the job at the university. Secure, stable, good money - couldn't ask for more really. And the kids are so great, Cillian, full of passion and enthusiasm! They're so inspiring they really are!"

"I'm meeting some of them later, I'm looking forward to it. My youngest wants to get into the industry. Been trying to put him off for years but he's such a little showman. Exactly like I was at his age."

"Is that Jack?" You asked.

"Yeah. His mam is keen on him getting into it but she hated me going off for months on end filming. One of the reasons she divorced me last year."

"I heard about that. I'm sorry.."

"No don't be! We get on better now than we ever have. Only stayed together for the kids you know? Milk and sugar?" You nodded, and he handed you the cup.

"This scene is awkward, I've never done a scene like this before," you confessed, taking a sip.

"Like what?"

"A kiss? How do you kiss someone without actually kissing them?"

"You just do it, I guess. Once you're in character it just happens. I won't use tongues I promise - nothing personal, it's just one of my rules."

"That makes it less awkward I suppose!"

"Exactly. Although didn't stop Scarlett Johansson that one time... Nearly got me shot by the wife that one did!" You remembered that scene in Girl with a Pearl Earring and laughed.

"You know, I've learned over the years that if you do those scenes first it makes all the others much easier," he said, putting his coffee down and taking yours from you, placing it on the table next to his. He took your hands and stood you up in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kiss you."

"What?"

"Not like that, I'm going to 'movie-kiss' you. Show you how it's done. Trust me - you won't feel awkward after this."

"I beg to differ..."

"Come on y/n, what have you got to lose?" My senses? You thought. My mind, maybe? You were hesitant, massively hesitant. You weren't even sure you were even going to go through with this. He glanced at his watch.

"We have five minutes, close your eyes and trust me." He nodded at you, and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes.

His fingers back on your cheek, this was just a reenactment of the scene but those fingers felt like lightening bolts. You could sense him moving closer, and his lips brushing yours. You were almost frozen to the spot until he whispered for you to relax.

"Okay, okay... I'm relaxed.. try again.." he leaned in again, your lips meeting properly. His hand in the back of your hair pulling you a little closer. You fell into it, your hands reaching round his back. As promised, he didn't use his tongue, which felt really strange at first but you quickly got used to it. Your mouths meshed together perfectly as you found your rhythm. A few minutes of this, before he pulled away, another gentle kiss against your lips as he did.

"Wow..." You gasped, opening your eyes. If someone had told you this morning you'd be kissing Cillian Murphy by lunchtime you'd have had them commited to the local loony bin, yet here you were. He didn't speak, and his hand was still on your cheek, brushing it lightly.

"Didn't plan on making you blush so much."

"Didn't plan on kissing Cillian Murphy when I woke up this morning," you laughed.

"Ready to do that again?"

"Again?"

"Just to make sure we got it right, of course."

"Yes.. of course.." he moved in quickly, but it felt different this time. His lips crashed against yours, and you definitely felt his tongue brush your lips a couple of times but you didn't reciprocate. You both moved backwards, your thighs hitting the table behind you, coffee nearly spilling over.

"Fuck, you okay? I'm sorry.." he pulled away to make sure none had spilled on you.

"I'm fine, it didn't fall, I'm fine... I uh, I think we've got the kiss nailed down though..." You brushed your hair out of your face and looked to the floor.

"Yeah, I think you're right.." your eyes met again and you both smiled. Before he could speak though, Anto was at the door knocking.

"Ready for round 2 guys?" He called. Cillian nodded at you, and you nodded back, both of you heading out to try the scene again.

#cillian murphy #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fanfic #cillian x smut #cillian murphy x smut

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yikesharringrove · 3 years ago

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It’s a book Steve’s actually read.

Well, Nancy kinda mostly read it to him. Which really just makes the whole thing hurt a little bit more.

His speakers were crackling and he had turned the bass up high enough that the song was distorted, vibrating through his car.

It was embarrassing. Scream-singing to Kate Bush while sobbing into your steering wheel in the high school parking lot.

He’s just got a lot of feelings, and Nancy dumped in that alleyway, he can literally see it and Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy. I’ve come home, I’m so cold.

Which, it’s all just bullshit. Pardon the word.

Because, Catherine and Heathcliff don’t even fucking end up together. There’s something about family difference and he remembers Nancy saying socioeconomic like that word meant anything to him and Catherine winds up dead of bad brain-itis and Healthcliff is a dick so they never should’ve been together anyway.

But, whatever.

He’s feeling very much like Catherine right now. Standing on the moors with a broken heart.

Because fuck Heathcliff. And fuck Nancy.

Kate Bush is the only one he can trust anymore.

Her and her red dress and Steve’s insides feel like that red fucking dress in a way he can’t explain and Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window-

He just about jumped out of his skin when the passenger door opened.

One too-tan hand reached out to crank the volume down on the song, and a too-pink tongue slid across too-white teeth and

“Harrington, I’m obligated to tell you that you’re acting like a pussy.”

Hargrove.

Y’know, he’s the top of Steve’s Fuck List. Right there with Nancy and Heathcliff, and everyone else who sucks shit and makes people feel bad.

“Can it, dickhead.”

To be fair, Steve was ugly crying to Kate Bush by himself in his car, but he’s allowed to be a pussy by himself in his car.

Hargrove just gave Steve a look that Steve’s pretty sure meant I’m resisting the urge to punch you in the face right now, but was undercut by that stupid fucking tongue of his lolling around like some kinda hyper-sexual golden retriever.

Meanwhile, Kate Bush was still singing and Steve was still Cathy on the moors.

“I’m fucking sad, or whatever. Let me be a pussy.”

“Oh, come on, Harrington. You really this cut up about some prissy little princess? She’s not even the best this town has and that is saying something.”

“Y’know, for a guy that’s constantly calling all the girls in town ugly, you sure do fuck a lot of ‘em.”

“At least I’m getting some. When was the last time the princess put out, eh? Or was she savin’ it for marriage? I could see her bein’ one of those types.”

He said those types like he wasn’t wearing a saint’s pendant around his neck. Like Steve didn’t see his family all sitting uncomfortably silent together in the diner after mass every single Sunday afternoon.

It was weird, seeing Billy in a nice shirt. All buttoned up properly with his hair looking all respectful. Especially since Steve was usually high off his ass and slurping down a strawberry milkshake with cheese fries like he’d die if he didn’t.

“I’m not gonna talk about my sex life with you, Hargrove.”

“Aw, why not, Harrington. Don’t wanna compare body counts? You embarrassed or something?” Billy was grinning that shitty sharp grin of his, still waggling his fucking tongue as he leaned closer to Steve. “You still a virgin, King Steve?”

The song ended. Steve rewound the tape. It started up again.

He needed Kate now more than ever.

“Of fucking course I’m not. I’m just not some gross asshole that goes around telling everyone who’ve I’ve fucked. It’s called being a decent guy.”

“It’s called being a prude. Now, c’mon. Tell me who’ve you fucked. Maybe we’re tunnel buddies.”

Steve wanted to throw up. Kate was on the moors again.

“You’re disgusting. Tunnel buddies. How gross can you even get?”

“I hope that’s a rhetorical question.”

“I don’t know what that means and you’re a shithead.”

Hargrove tossed his head back and laughed, showing off those teeth that looked like they could take a chunk out of Steve’s flesh if Billy got close enough to try.

You had a temper like my jealousy. Too hot, too greedy.

“Seriously, though.” Billy had stopped laughing. “What is this shit?”

“She’s Kate Bush and she speaks to my heart.”

Billy just stared at him.

Yeah, that was a pretty pussy thing to say.

“I just got fucking dumped, dude. Let me be sad about it,” Steve backpedaled.

And then Billy did something very unexpected.

Well, he did something very normal for his character, and then he did something unexpected.

He lit up a cigarette.

And then passed it to Steve.

Steve filled up his lungs with a thick drag of smoke. He held it for as long as he could.

Which was really long.

Swimmer’s lungs. And that.

He blew out the smoke. Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window.

“Is this fucking song based on Wuthering Heights?”

“Yeah, you dumb dumb. It’s fucking called Wuthering Heights.”

“Okay, dumb dumb, I clearly don’t even know this song.”

“Maybe you’d be less of an ass if you did. Dumb dumb.”

Billy lit a cigarette for himself, letting the smoke trail out of his mouth like he was some kind of dragon.

Billy probably fancies himself a dragon. Thinks he’s this big scary creature that just goes around breathing fire and ransacking villages for their gold.

Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely on the other side from you. I pine a lot, I find the lot falls through without you.

Really, he’s probably like a dog of some kind.

Domesticated.

“You’re staring at me.”

Yeah. Steve was staring at him. Watching him smoke while Kate Bush played loudly. The speakers still sounded like shit even though Billy had turned down the song considerably.

Steve didn’t know when he had stopped crying.

Probably right when Billy had let himself into his cave of self pity, but his face was still wet.

He wiped it off, not pointing out that Billy had been staring at him too.

“Why are you here so late? Practice ended like, an hour ago.”

Billy shrugged lamely. He kinda looked like a little kid.

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window.

“Bored. Didn’t feel like being home.”

“So you came to sit in the break-up mobile with me. How nice.”

“Mostly I just wanted to make fun of you for listening to this garbage. I could hear it across the lot.”

And sure enough, Billy’s car was parked a good ways down from Steve, about as far away as their two cars could be from one another.

Steve doubts Billy heard Kate all this way, but what’s he gonna do, bring that up?

No. He’s rather sit in this weird silence that settled between them, feeling awkward about himself and his body and listen to Kate.

I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, Wuthering Heights

“She’s not worht it, y’know.”

Steve had to do a double take to make sure it was still Billy sitting in his passenger seat, and not some cheap imposter wearing a Billy-suit and saying almost nice things to Steve in a not-mean voice.

“What’d you say earlier? Plenty of bitches in the sea?” Steve would’ve laughed at that comment when Billy made it if they weren’t naked together.

There’s something things you don’t do while naked with another guy, and laughing just isn’t one of them.

Plus, he had been a little too focused on figuring out why Billy’s nudity had given him that same hot feeling that nearly seeing Rob Lowe’s dick in The Outsiders movie gave him last year.

“I mean, it’s true. Don’t sweat this break-up. She seemed like an uptight bitch anyway.”

“Hey.”

Steve was still a little too sore, a little too fresh from the split to trash talk Nance like that.

“Whatever. Get high. Look at some porn. You’ll be fine.”

Ooh, let me have it. Let me grab your soul away.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Silence again.

Kate was back to the chorus.

The song was almost over.

“You could always go on the rebound. get her out of your mind with someone that’ll actually put out.”

Hargrove had barely even said it before he was yanking Steve forward, giving him no time to prepare as their mouthed smooshed together in something that was very very awkward, and very very sloppy.

Steve still had tears on his cheeks, and his cigarette was getting dangerously close to the filter, threatening to burn his fingers, and Kate was still singing, and Billy was kissing him, and dear God Steve’s at least a little bit gay.

Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy. I've come home, I'm so cold. Let me in your window.

They drifted apart from one another just in time for Steve to rewind the song again.

“So, uh, yeah,” Billy said, and his cheeks were this wonderful shade of red, and Steve couldn’t stop thinking about Kate’s red dress and that fucking kiss and he was on the moors again, but this time he and Billy were making out in the grass and oh fuck, oh fuck-

“Yeah. Good.”

“Good?” Billy raised on of those dark eyebrows at him, his cheeks still burning.

“Good. Very good.”

Billy nodded a few times, sucking on his cigarette. Steve suddenly remembered he had dropped his on the floormates and tried to stamp it out before it got singed to bad.

“Okay then. Good.” Billy opened the passenger door, stepping out and flicking away his cigarette. He seemed to think for a moment, before turning around, leaning his upper body into Steve’s car.

Steve thought they were going to kiss again.

He was ready to go for it, ready to let his eyes close and maybe let it lead to more. He was Cathy and he was ready for some action.

But Billy just grinned again.

And skipped the song.

#yes i know when nancy and steve break up billys only been in town for like three days but its my fic and ill make up a timeline if i want to #yeah i call people dumb dumb all the fucking time so i had to put it in #this idea came from me listening to this song on a loop for fifteen minutes in the parking lot before work and crying before going in to wor #k #also i've never read wuthering heights everything i know abt it is from the song and this one fic i read that mentioned it #also the way that this is probably technically a song fic #i hate it #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #this is so self indulgent omg

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MS ROSIE THAT HEADCANNON OMFG MAY I PRETTY PLEASE REQUEST DADDY ARI- maybe like hes busy with work but youre really needy so he lets you ride his thigh i lub mean daddy ari🥺<33333

𝐶𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷 𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐵

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 || Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 || smut smut smut

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 || alt. AU — daddy!ari levinson × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 18+ nsfw, thigh riding, masochism, kinda dark!ari, spanking, hair pulling, lots of edging, tons of crying, Ari is a big meanie :(( MINORS DNI — 18+ INTERACTION ONLY

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 || candy by doja cat

𝐰. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 || yes jasmeen of course you can!! 🥺💗 i’m gonna make daddy!ari extra mean and dirty for you and i’m gonna add a little bit of bratty reader cause in this house we love mean daddies and spoiled brats! 💗💗💗

Ari’s eyes follow the screen to the stacks of paperwork in front of him. all this was due by the end of the week and he still didn’t file the information from the online form to the files laying on his desk.

there were times where Ari broke some work related limits of hours upon hours of desk work fueled by caffeine and your kisses of encouragement but then again he did have his limits.

these were those times but no matter how much he promised himself he’d take a break, meaning to check up on you and see what you’ve been up to. although time seemed to pass and Ari hadn’t realize that that side note was forgotten three hours ago on the account of his mind relentlessly kept on reeling him back into his paperwork.

the large coffee mug you made him at a pottery class sits besides a stack of files is pushing its fifth refill of the day as Ari pours the remaining bitter black liquid from the coffeepot. the dark black liquid flowing into the yellow painted, honeypot shaped mug.

it makes him smile at the memory of when you gifted it to him, wrapped in sparkly wrapping paper he presses kisses all over your face in gratitude. he always complained on needing a mug since he always dropped them and he was certain to never drop of break this special mug his princess made him.

its sudden with the loose grip he has on the coffee mug that the coffee spills over the brink of the mug and onto a few papers. the action causes Ari to blurt out an aggregated scold before fanning out the papers soaked in coffee to the side near a fan.

sitting back down on his chair his eyes look over the work he has completed. stapling and putting away documents that have been signed and filed out as well as closing off tabs that weren’t important anymore-

he still has more work cut out for him

his rushing thoughts and swift hands bearing a pen and the other a computer mouse, his head shoots up as a rhythm like knock echoes at the home office door. “come in,”

the low rumble of his voice speaks out as his eyes and attention to back on the papers in his grasps. sipping on his black coffee, slightly sweetened in his desired cream and sugar packets, his focus and eyes stick to his paperwork.

the door opens to reveal you, slightly irritated and desperate for attention from your daddy. you were certain with your presence and the way your heels clack against the flooring he would lift his head up. adjust the small glasses on the brink of his nose and acknowledge you, tell you that you look cute today or stop writing all together but it doesn’t spark interest to him at all.

thin spectacles on the brink of his nose, loose curtains of hair rest on the sides of his face. as you take steps closer you can see the worn out exhaustion in his blue hues and the deep darkness of his under eye bags. daddy hasn’t slept great in days, always joining you in bed in the early morning hours and waking before you can. so now knowing that your mission for attention might not be the best idea, you know when your daddy gets like this.

it’s best to leave him work but it wasn’t healthy for him to overwork. it’s stress none stop about getting work done cause it wasn’t good for daddy! and despite you feeling a burn in your belly that you wanted to deny and push aside for him...

even you had your limits of being deprived from his embraces, praises and touches.

a solid three days it’s been that Ari has been glued behind his desk. it irked you how demanding his job was but you had to be his supportive princess, he needed all the support and encouragement. even if it meant to ignore the wetness in between your thighs that needed to be catered and handled by your daddy then so be it...

maybe you can get a bit of attention, a morsel of affirmation from him and you’ll be set to go. maybe you shouldn’t have worn the outfit you have on if you now just want a praise of two but you don’t hesitate to get comfortable. settling in one of the form fitting arm chairs at the far corner of your daddy’s office near the towering bookshelves and his hanged degrees.

admiring how smart and brave your daddy is with his degrees, certificates and honors as you play with the little charm bracelet he gave you. throwing one smooth leg over the other your mini skirt rakes up to reveal your upper thighs but still covering up what little you’re trying to hide. you liked dressing up pretty for daddy and he did to, today was no exception cause you were planning on cheering him up.

when he would finally realize you were here- you roll your eyes as he takes another sip of coffee. taking all your necessities that you stuffed in your Strawberry Shortcake book bag, you laid the elements of entertainment on the coffee table in front of you near the plush armchairs.

one of your lisa frank coloring books being thrown across the expansive wooden tabletop, you take out your bright vivid gel pens and pastel markers from your coloring pouch. and by taking out you unzip the pink pouch and turn it upside down for it all to fall on the table.

the clashing plastic crash of your coloring tools against the polished tabletop alert Ari- his head shooting up as his eyes meet your distanced body uncapping a scented marker and opening a page of the coloring book.

“princess? I didn’t see you, what are you doing here?” his voice breaks as he drops the pen in his hands briefly, softly smiling as he sees your face driven in concentration. his smile deepens when your nose doing the cute little scrunch thing when you’re unsure about something but plan on figuring out.

hair styled in one of your complicated yet sophisticated hairdos, his large sweater he allowed you to wear since the morning still adorns your bodice comfortably. knees bended, he sees them bare but an outline to a crimson red skirt falls on your hips.

it’s a shame Ari couldn’t get up and scoop you up in his arms, play and color with you for a bit without the ball and chain of his work holding him hostage at his desk.

“so now you notice i’m here,” your voice lightly snaps but it’s mellowed as your lips pull into a pout, pulling the strings of his heart. a sense of guilt rises in his chest because he knows he hasn’t been caring for you properly these past few days. without the little moments of meals and getting ready for bed he hasn’t been spending time with you that much.

“don’t be like that princess. daddy just has alot of work to finish-” but you still shake your head, confusing Ari as you cross your arms over your chest.

“but I don’t want daddy to work! daddy works forever! I want special time!” you whine, your eyes tearing up as you slam your hands against the table. making the coloring books, pens and markers quake at your mercy.

at this moment Ari’s at your mercy, and if he permits you to continue this stirring frenzy who knows how much he’s going to spend away from his work to calm you from a potential tantrum. so the words that come out of Ari’s mouth make you hault your next actions of crying and screaming-

the simple notion of, “come here princess, bring your coloring book with you. we can work together,” makes your tears stop falling and your body rising to leap towards him. grabbing your things quickly and making your way to your daddy. it’s now that he sees you in your outfit that has his eyes sticking anywhere else but yours.

a smirk curling your glossy, cherry painted lips you turn around for him so he could see your little ‘outfit’ the flow of your skirt tempting to rise up at the bottom curve of your ass but you’re hoping to save the surprise do what’s underneath it later, “do you like my skirt daddy?” you say, your eyes tracing his and he only but stares at anything else but your eyes.

the rich gleam of your thighs and long legs, the way your chest peaks out through the fabric to his sweater, your tempting glossy lips and those damn heels...

his response is his hands patting down on his thigh, enough to practically make your heart jump at the sight. it’s been that long since you’ve sat on his lap but then again you constantly need to be on it.

a moonlight smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you drop your coloring books and markers on his desk. making sure to not mess up his paperwork with yours, Ari moves his papers to make way for your things.

sighing happily when you settle your bum in between both of his thighs to get comfy. sweet scent of strawberries and cream from your shampoo wafting to his nose and the stark fruitiness of your scented markers mixing with the coffee steam from his mug marry together.

the two of you do your separate jobs peacefully, with the exception of you reaching for his honeypot mug to have a lick of coffee that he tsks at you. moving the mug away from your grabby small hands.

“that’s a big people drink sweet pea. i’ll give you a juice box if you’re thirsty,” but you just shake your head and get right back to shading with your colors.

“daddy may I please play my hello kitty game?” your perky voice starts as you start coloring the detailed tiger cub. emphasizing on the may and please, your daddy was a sucker for good manners and etiquette.

shifting against only his right thigh now, your back hunches to reach the desk with difficulty until he shift to get you comfortable. continuing coloring but your eyes leave once in a while to stare at the keyboard Ari’s fingers clack with each key, “not now princess.” Ari hums and you frown sourly.

the online hello kitty theme park game would be an excellent way to have you distracted as he works but at the same time Ari doesn’t think it’ll be healthy for you to invest that much screen time. and besides he’s working on it, leaning your head on his bicep you let go of that unwanted answer and get back to color tinting and detailing.

Ari files in the margins of the paperwork and writes everything out as you do with your coloring sheets. as the minutes turn into hours, his mug once again being filled with coffee and your sippy cup filled with your juice. you finish coloring page after coloring page and Ari stack after stack of paperwork.

leaving you halfway done with your one hundred and seventy-five page Lisa Frank coloring book and your daddy only one stack of field files. the amount he managed to finish has him impressed of himself and grateful to his special good luck charm sitting perfectly right on his thigh.

“daddy look at all the pages I finished!” you cheer as you pull out the coloring book for him to look over, practically bouncing on his thigh from excitement. the dazzling brightness of your wide toothy smile bringing a large smile to Ari’s face as he takes the coloring book to look over at your hard work.

flipping each page, the drawings and outlined sheets were more colorful and detailed than the last and Ari was indeed speechless and at awe. proud of his creative princess and her clever unique technique with scented markers and glitter gel pens.

“princess these are gorgeous! I have a little artist on my hands don’t I?” Ari grins and his words make the wide smile you have crinkle as your eyes dash away from his flustered.

your bashful state makes Ari chuckle but his eyes don’t pull away to continue analyzing and admiring your work. you indeed did an excellent job at coloring and Ari thought you’d struggle a bit with the detailed sheets of Lisa Frank. the refrigerator tonight will be decorated in these latest masterpieces, he’ll make sure of it.

and you know what? you deserve a reward.

Ari thought and he bends to the side to open the second compartment of his desk just above his organized files. pulling the drawer open, his hands roam over the pens, staples and office supplies in search for the treats.

stopping his short search when his fingers grab the bag of heart shaped lollipops he at times rewarded you when you listened to him extra carefully. he grabs one and brings it up to your eyesight, enjoying how your eyes light up and follow the lollipop with each motion.

starlight eyes widen and focus on the cherry lollipop in your daddy’s grasp then stare up at him again, “is that for me daddy?” you words drip in eagerness, wanting to taste the sugary sweet artificial fruit against your tongue.

Ari’s eyes playfully squint against your mischievous ones, his fingers undo the wrapper and disregard it aside on the desk. wonderstroke eyes looking over the bare heart shaped lollipop, you can smell the tangy cherry and your mouth waters.

although you don’t expect daddy to take the lollipop in his mouth. a pout pulling your lips as you rock against his thigh for a taste and you stop once your daddy takes it out with a smart delightful pop!

“open up for daddy princess,” and you don’t need to be told twice as you open your mouth so Ari could place the heart lolli in your mouth. “tongue out sweet girl,” and you stick your tongue flat out, making Ari smile at your good listening skills.

your glossy lips closing around the sweet candy on a stick, you hum at the sweet taste, “thank you daddy,” Ari simply kisses your forehead before patting your head, getting straight into work.

despite the candy he gave you, you’re still upset he still is ignoring you. by all means you could color as many pages in your coloring book for eternity but they never gave you the same satisfaction then the attention daddy gave you.

being deprived of it, you’ve also been deprived of his cock.

locked away in the depths of your shared bedroom you couldn’t just replace his thick fingers with yours. your pink silicon toys with his cock because they didn’t reach the golden spot he easily could reach. and you couldn’t rub your panty clothed pussy against one of your pillows and pretend it was Ari’s body.

no matter how much you wanted to touch yourself at times- hell you wanted to touch yourself when you were in your playroom this early afternoon. Ari obviously wouldn’t notice since his head was deep in paperwork but you knew you couldn’t break one of his golden rules.

right now daddy was right here, you were sitting on his very lap and compared to him you were a little thing in desperately critical need to be taken care of. your slicked cunt wasn’t going to stop over-examining your daddy’s big arms that caged you in. his large hands that held the pen that looked so small in it as he wrote. his wide muscular chest that you rest your back against.

not to mention the soft and tender caresses of his one hand rubbing your thigh through your fringed scarlet red skirt. soft lips pressing gentle kisses on your hairline here and there along with the scratch of his thick beard. the soft spoken praises he whispered in your ear as you colored quietly for him.

daddy himself made you needy, very needy. because as much as you could sit still and color quietly and be his good girl you desperately wanted to grind your cunt against his thigh.

but then again who were you to ask for permission?

the sudden shift your body has against his thigh doesn’t ring any bells or blast any alarms since he just thinks you’re simply shifting to find a comfortable position.

wandering fingers trace the veins bursting from your daddy’s flexed hands and forearms that grip his pen as he writes. as well as the other that’s hooked around your belly to keep you still, finding the perfect rhythm to roll your hips against ari’s thigh.

holding in a whimper you suck on the lollipop hard, picturing the heart shaped lolli has the tip of his cock but then again it just makes you drip pathetically against your daddy’s thigh even thinking of that. the burning pleasure vibrating at your core as your hips continue to rock onto the denim of your daddy’s jeans. the slick of your pussy soaking your panties and the honey seeps through the crotch of the thin lace thing.

as much as you’re doing a good job at keeping your little sounds to yourself and throwing Ari off at your dirty work as you carry on coloring he isn’t oblivious to the wetness that is drenching his thigh nor your ongoing grind you have on it.

no matter how considerable you told him earlier that you were coloring the page you’re working on for him and how adorable you looked grinding your desperate cunt on his thigh.

you didn’t ask for permission

Ari’s sure if he could lift your body away from his thigh they’re would be a wet patch stained on his jeans. he can hear the sloppiness of your wet folds and slick with each rock your hips have. the smell of your arousal filling his nose, the cherry in your breath as you let out a little whimper. feeling the loose string of your orgasm building in the pit of your belly beginning to tighten as you roll and rock your hips to the lace that makes you melt.

“stop it,” Ari’s low rumble commanded, his hands still writing something but his eyes dash from his work to you. eyes closed and face clouded in lust as you persist your grinding. head and conscious tucked away in your dirty little dream world. Ari doesn’t let the fact that you’re sucking on the lollipop like it’s his cock or the little moans that sound like high pitched hums.

he gave you you’re a reward and he can easily take it away

oblivious of your daddy’s true intention you moan when his hand lands on your head, stroking through your hair until he takes a handful of it and pulls your head back. a gasp escaping your lips, your eyes open and the grind you have on his thigh comes to a crashing stop at the painful tug.

“daddy let go!” you loudly whine. your eyes watering at your ruined orgasm and your hair potentially getting ruined by your daddy’s harsh hold.

another cry escapes your lips when ari pulls your head back even more, causing your back to arch as his breath wafts against your earlobe. “daddy told you to stop, princess. is my little princess a dumb baby or is my little princess too busy fucking herself on daddy’s thigh to listen?”

the coarseness of his remark makes you shiver, a whimper and cry leaving your lips as your eyes water as the hold he has on your hair tightens.

“get your filthy cunt off of my thigh and keep coloring that picture for me. can you do that for me or you going to wander and get lost in that whorish brain of yours?”

rapidly nodding your head up and down and lift your hips over his thigh, your need to please and answer his question quickly makes him chuckle into your hair. although you’re still whimpering and pouting over your ruined hair, you spent all morning making it cute and perfect all for it to be ruined with a single tug from his large hands.

hot bothered breath and searing lips grazing against the shell of your ear causes your wetness to seep and drip onto your rubbing thighs. catching you in the act, Ari’s free hand pulls the skirt above your hips, expecting you to wear some kind of tiny lace panties but you aren’t wearing anything.

blue eyes don’t meet any scandalous undergarment, just your plump ass and your dripping cunt desperate for his touch. desperate for a release and his attention, his hands examine the flimsy material for a skirt that deliciously hugs and covers your hips.

feeling your daddy’s stare on your princess parts, it makes your heart jump and thump when his hands grab at your ass. kneading the flesh of it before gripping the waistline of the cherry red skirt.

“daddy-?” another gasp escapes your lips when a loud tare ripples throughout the room and the weight of cold air hitting your slicked, exposed pussy.

Ari grunts as he takes the fabric of your now ripped skirt and throws it onto the floor without a care, all he wants to see is your pussy. a large hand comes down to slap your ass, enjoying the way it bounces back like it’s a response. it has all the blood and lust flowing down south to his hardening cock.

“do daddy a favor princess and shut the fuck up before daddy makes you,” the threat makes you whimper, the lollipop in your mouth swirling sweetly against your tongue as your daddy pinches and gripes handfuls of your ass. slapping the flesh and watching it bounce, he wants to dig his teeth in your peach flesh.

“take my sweater off. I want nothing on what’s mine. do you understand?” Ari groans in your ear as his hands glide around your hips to dip into your cunt, his fingers stroking your folds and not believeing how wet you are. “oh and princess, the heels stay on,”

whimpering and following his order quickly, grabbing his sweater from the helm and lift the heavy wool material of the sweater above your head. body fully bare and under the heat of his burning glance, you drop the thick article of clothing in your hands on the floor. leaving the heels on as he commanded, feeling the lust filled burn of his stare intensify as you rest your hands together on his knee waiting.

waiting impatiently for the matter for his next command. the smell of the baby oil and sweet strawberry lotion he rubbed on your curves earlier that day hits his nose and he moans. you look, smell and- as he takes his fingers in his mouth and moans- taste like candy.

hearing the sudden sound of a heavy metal buckle of his belt loosen, Ari’s hard cock rises up and hits the hard muscle of his belly. an untamed groan escapes oats his lips when you turn your head over your shoulder to see him rubbing the tip of his cock with his thumb.

those starlight eyes that usually gleam in their faux innocence stare back at the fire in his eyes and you pout. wanting to touch daddy’s cock and taste him on your tongue. but your eyes tear up when he takes his thumb and suck the white cum into his mouth, not leaving enough for you to taste.

it makes you whip your head away from his handsome smug face. Ari doesn’t ignore the sniff out of you as he sets sight of your bare body in front of him. resting your elbows and body weight on the desk your arched back leaves loads of space for him to glide his hands through. running delicious shivers throughout your spine before he slaps your ass again. stinging and burning but your cunt creams in pleasure as you bite your bottom lip.

“my slutty princess wasn’t wearing a bra under daddies sweater? no panties under those scraps for a skirt? fucking knew you looked too good. wanted daddy to find out and ruin your tiny pussy, didn’t you? wanted to distract me from work? nasty little girl thinking she can get what she wants.”

not daring to let out another moan, his hand still gripping your hair loosens as his free hand rises up your waist to pinch a nipple. “answer me slut. you get nothing if you don’t,” his hiss rings and normally you would laugh at him in this state. telling off his stupid hunchmen on the phone as you got all hot and bothered as he yelled at them, making them beg for his forgiveness.

now you’re on the end of that anger; and you don’t mind it one but as his large calloused hands grab the fragments of your ripped skirt on the floor before analyzing your bare body arched pretty and posed for him. in nothing but your big girl heels with your cute lacy white socks, his cock is painfully hard now as the tip paints his abdomen in precum.

“yes daddy. I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you to stop working because you haven’t touched me and I want cummies! I deserve cummies!” you cry but the words are too sloshed and unreadable from the lollipop in your mouth.

it’s quick that Ari takes the stick and pulls it away from your mouth with a swift and perky pop! a loud whine excludes your lips from his sole action but it’s replaced with a gasp as Ari slaps your mouth, “shut your big brat hole up before I stuff it shut myself,” and you moaned at him, fucking moaned at the threat.

it leaves him just as speechless as you, you’re face wafting in the heat of your embarrassment and you cower when his smirk curls deviously done on you. Ari wants you to cry- God he wants to rip your heart out and bandage it up with his cock

“dumb babies like you get what daddy gives you. nothing else, now grind on daddy’s thigh princess,” his rough command makes you freeze, not even daring to breathe for a second.

wondering if he’s being serious, and it’s as if he could read the confusion buzzing in your head he decides to clear it up. the harsh and stinging spank awakes you from your overthinking session and you get to work. working to gain the same pleasurable friction you were enjoying moments ago.

your hands gripe the edge of his desk till your knuckles bulge out around your soft skin. rocking your hips against the roughness of his jeans, this time no panties are in the way as your slickness flows freely. lubricating your folds and soaking his thigh with your juices, it makes him chuckle when he feels your wetness soak through the fabric onto his thigh. you’re so pretty and obedient he could fuck your till you couldn’t think or stand.

“do you think you can finish your coloring page before you cum princess? show me how good you are at coloring.”

Ari’s artificially sweet remark makes you whimper, just as artificial as the cherry heart lollipop you were licking. not hesitating or wasting a minute, you quickly grab your coloring book and markers and get straight to work.

thankful you didn’t have to color much, one good thing leading you to this moment you could feel your orgasm nearing. the high peak that you’re getting closer and closer to, you want to jump off the cliff and dive into the waves of your pleasure. who knows what daddy would do if you didn’t finish your drawing on time, you needed to fucking cum.

you always got what you fucking wanted regardless what daddy thought, but maybe you spoke to soon-

“please princess, daddy knows you can grind harder on that. show me how much of a slut you are for daddy’s thigh,” you whimper at his command and obey immediately.

grinding harder against him, his teeth biting the soft bit of ear as his fingers roll your hard nipples. slightly wincing and deeply moaning, you can’t help but allow him to make you slip in that space of mindless obedience.

daddy always made you a moaning wet mess, always desperate for his approval and sweet honeyed praises. glassy eyes concentrating on your coloring sheet, it was becoming difficult to focus on coloring as you rocked your hips. trying desperately to withhold your orgasm but desperately trying to please daddy and grinding harder. hot tears springing in your eyes at the havoc situation, you let out a sob as your rock against Ari’s thigh.

Ari only but cooed at you, thumbing away your hot salty tears. “what a little crybaby,” he chuckles through a fake sympathetic smile. fisting his hard slippery cock in one hand as the other crept down to rub your little button. if anything Ari wants more now is for you to cry- it’s getting his cock harder and harder as the tears drip onto the coloring sheet.

“daddy I-I can’t color that fast!” that cry as his thick fingers advancing in their speed and pressure. stroking the puffiness of your folds before brushing against your drenched hole.

taking not a single ounce of regard to your wail, he responds only by pinching your pussy lips. causing you to cry out in sudden pain before he strokes your pussy to calm you. thick digits gathering up your arousal, your folds creating a lewd serenade in the golden tint of his office.

“you can’t color that fast? my stupid little princess doesn’t know how to color quick enough? to color a small stupid drawing before she can cum? huh, princess? answer me!”

there doesn’t need to be any tugging at your hair or harsh slap to your ass for you to quiver against him. Ari- your daddy has a magical way of making you submit with just the ease of his words but you don’t know how to answer him at all but to keep coloring. marshmallow tears streaming down your face like shooting stars, you continue to reach your high your daddy assists you on reaching but denies.

however Ari is noticing that you’re practically almost done coloring the picture, by the time you’re finished you’d probably cum and fufill his order. oh he couldn’t let that happen. his spoiled brat wasn’t gonna cum until he felt she deserved so, which wasn’t gonna be anytime soon if he could do anything about it.

quick hands slap down on your ass, causing the marker in your hand to scribble slightly over the lines. a gasp escaping your lips your bottom lip trembling at the sight and rushing figuring out how to fix it. scarlet heels clacking together, his hands stop tracing the lace of your socks at your ankles.

ravishing in your panicked state, he smirks into your hair. grabbing the lollipop he snatched from you earlier from the desk, taking it into his mouth with a satisfying pop! ignoring your offended and hurt whimpers as your daddy steals your reward away from you due to your clumsiness. it makes your vision blurry and your bottom lip tremble violently, head echoing in only one thought and one thought only-

daddy is so mean, daddy’s a big fat meanie.

your thoughts roar but you didn’t mean to say any of them aloud, you’re so caught up in the moment that you have no idea you did so because now your ass is getting spanked again and again and again and again. all until your peach flesh burns and Ari can see the indents of his fingers on that heart shaped ass he loves so much before bringing his hand back in your hair.

tugging it so your spine suddenly arches back so his lips brush your ear, a gasp escaping your mouth. “I can be meaner princess. you stop coloring and I won’t let you cum. do you understand that? stupid whore.”

the growl rolls off his lips and it just adds onto the sheet of sweats glistening off your skin. tears drop from your lashes as shaky, trembling hands grip the markers as you persist on finishing the coloring page. feeling your body is on fire, your sobbing cunt continues to rock against his loins and the pleasure is almost unbearable you whimper.

the smirk plastered on Ari’s face is sinful, his hands unbutton his shirt to leave his chest bare. golden pendant glistening in the light bulbs of his office. back muscles resting against the leather of his office chair, he strokes his throbbing cock. biting his bottom lip enjoying the naked sight of his desperate slut for a precious princess bouncing and rocking on his thigh.

arms bended calmly behind his head, biceps slightly flexing as he licks on the lollipop he took from you. humming from its sweet taste while imagining it’s the nipples of your tits, his tongue flicking over the heart shape- sucking sharply on it. savoring the sweet cherry taste as his hands graze up to gripe your bouncing tits. savoring in your heavy moans, stiff sniffles and stuttering sobs all on the account of him.

like taking candy from a baby, his baby.

Ari thinks as he watched your ass bounce, sweat glistening off your skin as your heeled feet shake. moving back in your high unaware matter, your ass unintentionally brushes roughly against his balls. causing you to gasp and your daddy to grunt, ordering you to do it again which you do.

suddenly the thought of fucking your other tight hole full of his white ropes of cum takes over his mind but he was enjoying you trying to find a release. “maybe if you color the picture really nice for daddy then daddy will let you cum,”

Ari spoke, his voice soft and tender like always despite the current moments of viscously degrading and name calling you. you’ve always craved this part of him but who knew it would hurt your heart so fucking good with each insult and slap to your heart shaped ass.

although the remark creates a hopeful glisten in your relieved eyes, posture relaxing a bit. you were certain you wouldn’t be able finish it on time but maybe if you focus on making it look pretty- regardless of a few white spaces- daddy would let you have your cummies. Ari would kiss you on your pretty lips and make you undone with the sweetest command.

oh how you craved it this moment it’s bringing more tears to your eyes.

“r-really daddy?” you stutter, imagining the tenseness of his thigh as his cock. squeezing it just right around your walls as your eyes glue on the coloring sheet. grinding your pussy harder onto his jean covered thigh that let’s all your high pitched and stuttering moans flow like honey, “you really mean it?”

a dark glint shines in Ari’s blue hues, taking the lollipop out of his mouth his hand rubs his shaft painfully slow. that thumb that has been teasing your button glides past his weeping tip, his burning blue glance shifting to you. until his hand reaches up, causing you to moan when he grabs a handful of your hair.

oh how he was going to tear his poor princess down after building her a sense of hope.

“no,”

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 4 years ago

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Jean with their almost full term wife just being extremely uncomfortable, they cry a lot and are just ready for the baby to be out?

Here I go... this has been in my inbox for an embarrassing amount of time but I had this plot in mind for two years and I was waiting for this moment to be animated to be able to write and post this... Listen while you read → the sound of silence by Simon and Garfunkel

Pairing: Jean/ Reader

Tags: hurt/comfort (yes my ✨favorite✨), Jean being a sweetheart

Warnings: pregnancy, grief, mentions of labor and childbirth, crying, Post Sasha's death

The Sound of Silence

The dull, gray shade that was plastered all over the sky was accompanied by an excessive stride of frozen air that was blowing on your hair, sending stray strands of (e/c) flying all over your eyes. A few droplets fell faintly in random places over you and on the freshly trimmed grass that was swaying under your feet. There was a vast variety of tombstones that surrounds you, sternly and calculated lined up tombs extend to a tragic horizon, where your eyes couldn't seem to find an end to. A few leaves were being blown around over them, as well as fresh flower petals, ones you could recognise as you had seen numerous people leave bouquets to their deceased loved ones for all the time you'd stayed here.

Inevitably, the gravestone you were resting your back on was frozen, making your whole body shiver as you lean on it, but you chose not to pay any attention to it; you simply buried your chin between your knees and closed your eyes before letting out a sigh escape you. Your stomach tightened as your chest hitched and you instinctively brought a hand to rub over your swollen tummy. You inspected the bum by running your hand around it, rubbing on a few places near your inverted belly button, pressing slightly over the top as you felt the probing piece of flesh flick in the palm of your hand underneath your dress.

When you felt a kick, a single leg movement push against the insides of your stomach, though, you took away your hand, slamming it onto the ground as you tried to grip onto the moist soil right next to you. It was kind of a peculiar feeling and even now, nine months in you were still fully uncomfortable with it. Being pregnant wasn't something you've enjoyed; rather was more like a hazard to your very health and was reason you were relieved of your soldier duties. And you secretly cursed Jean and yourself a bit for allowing this to happen.

Who on their right mind would enjoy swollen feet and back pains, who would enjoy the crazy mood swings and the fatigue that causes you to be unable of even taking a stroll around the town? Who would ever want to feel suffoccated by how big their pregnancy belly had turned? Not you. Definitely not you, but according to your mother they were supposed to be something you'd enjoy later on.

Now, you weren't so sure.

And you were so overdue yet you weren't even sure you could even take care of your child in the mental state you were in.

Sighing hard after taking a deep inhale you dug your frail fingernails into the soil, feeling the ominous tears that the angry skies were begining to pour. Your eyes lingered on the shapeless coulds, focusing onto the dull, stripped light that could barely peak from underneath them. You felt the faint river of a tear run down your cheek at the sight and the skies responded right back at you with a loud thunderclap. It almost felt as if the skies were mourning Sasha just like you. Maybe, if you tried to convince yourself, you'd believe that it was your childhood friend that cried with you due to your departure.

Feeling your body go stiff and your face go numb from the fresh needles of the cold air that was blowing on you your scrunched your nose upwards, hoping for the action to stimulate even the tiniest blood flow to the numb tip. It didn't, and the tingling sensation of a sneeze madxhed it's way to your blood vessels, scratching methodically at all the right pressure points to force it's release. Finally and with a loud blow you felt your chest go in shock as you sneezed, your whole body joltimg up on your very spot.

Still you sniffled the little drops of moisture with the inside of your elbow, you couldn't find it in you to move or get up, you couldn't even try to find an ounce of physical strength inside your body. Sashas tombstone provided some strong comfort for you though, acting as your only comforter against the cold.

"This can't be any good for you."

A soft, large and so very warm hand came to rest upon your shoulder; delicate fingers gave you a squeeze as a bulky thumb rubbed a few circles to the end of your collarbone. You didn't even have time turn your head to see who it was, frankly because you knew.

His scent, his warmth, his touch, his whole aura practially screamed his name.

"Jean?"

"It's going to rain really hard you know." He said, planting a kiss to your temple. "wanna go back?"

"No." You sniffled dangerously.

"Okay then, I-" Jean paused before squating to your level "I guess were staying here for a bit."

"Thank you."

The soft ruffle that you felt on your hair was Jeans reply and it tousled your hair slightly, allowing the shy blond to catch a tiny sniff of your sweet scent to which he sncrunched his nose slightly and proceeded to place a kiss at the top of your hair line. Then, once again, he placed another kiss on your temple.

Fidgeting with your hand while trying to undig it out of the soil, you closed your eyes at the feeling, expecting the tiniest bits of adoration to enter your body through that kiss. Jean rested his head on your shoulder from his squatting position and you smiled a tiny bit and only in the blink of an eye, exhaling a cold huff of air to his face. A sharp pain in your chest was starting to spread, pushing back away over everything else that lay inside your body, strangling the insides of your throat.

"I miss her already."

You felt your breath chock you from the insides of your throat dangerously; a tight, looking knot was finally making its binds tighter and even more evident to the depths of your stomach as it spread to your throat.

"Me too"

"And God she was more that me excited for our baby."

As you shut your eyes, in frail attempt to mute the memories of Sasha that were coming back to your vision, a single tear rolled from the corner of your eye. With a shaking hand you managed to grip onto the side of Jean's coat; the chachi makò cotton coat rubbed against your thum as if protesting for the dirt that was being wiped on it, yet Jean didn't seem to care.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here for so long when you're dysphoric about pregnancy."

"Its-its fine" You sniffled, a hitched sigh escaping the depths of your throat.

"Mmm baby, it's not, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't bring Sasha back with me too she'd talk to me everyday about betting on how we're going to have twins."

As another thunderclap roared in the background, Jean found it fitting to move his aching legs and shift his position to the ground. As he took a turn, he placed another kiss just next to your eye while he took your hand in between his. With a soft thud he came to rest his body next to yours and you made a slight move to allow him a little more space before his back finally came to rest to the small tomb right behind you. A hand came to wrap around your shoulders lovingly silently begging you to push your head down to your lover's shoulder to which you eagerly complied.

"I kinda think she was right, I'm too huge, I can't even breathe properly these days." Another tiny peck was placed to the top of your head as you spoke. "To be honest," You sniffled "whatever it is I want it to be out."

"I know."

"And I don't want to accept that Sasha died, I grew up with her Jean."

"I know baby." He said and placed a new kiss to your head.

"And for the love of any fucking intelligent titan I'm so swollen and I'm angry and all that could make me happy right now would be you Connie and Sasha teasing me about it."

Jean felt your back pulp on him like a jolting lighting has just fell from the sky. He heard the hard sniffle of your nose and heard the painful sob that was stuck to the back of your throat as your sentence came to an end. This, with a burning desire to let his own heart go loose came the feeling of his own eyes stinging, his own chest jolting, his fingertips gripping onto the side of your head as if they were hanging onto you for dear life.

"All I get though is this stupid tomb!" You cried and threw a clenched first backwards towards the tomb, hitting it with all your potential might as you chocked on your next words. "This stupid fucking reminder that my best friend is dead."

It was so dearly painful. Your heart hammered in your chest in protest to your refusal to deny Sasha's death, your stomach churned in a coiling fire and the big swelling bumb under your right hand rioted against your mourning. But you failed to give a care. Your best friend in the whole world was dead.

You could still remember when you decided to join the military together, you still remembered your very first friends, you still remembered how she and Connie were the ones to help you and Jean get together. You remembered the way you'd play when you were kids and how you'd spend days sewing clothes just to play like you were paying a visit to Sina in your most elegant attire. You remembered watching her fall in love with food and with whom you had thought could be the man of her life.

You remembered every single miniscule moment of your life spent with Sasha and it crushed you.

Nevertheless when Jean's long fingers came to sway over the roots of your hair and his nose nuzzled to the top of your hairline, his lips rubbing onto your soft hair, ready to press another kiss at any given time, your face softned, taking away the chocked sob you were about to let out with it. You brought your hand to your face, pulling your sleeve to cover it up and put it to your nose to wipe the runny goo off of it.

"I know, shh" The ashy blond rubbed his chin to the side of your scalp, giving you the tiniest bit of affection from it before bringing his nose back to your head to rub it on the spot again.

Then, the way that you sighed was almost silent.

Save for the whiny hiccup that escaped you.

"Please don't cry so much, I'm going to panic."

A tiny laughter inevitably escaped you. You remembered that phrase very well. When you had caught Jean crying after Marco's memorial he had came running into your arms, sobbing like a madman and you had wispered the same words while rubbing your palms soothingly over his back. That was the same night that you decided to follow him into joining the scouts, the first night of an endless personal misery.

"It's just-" You cried "I just can't, we've lost so many people and it hurts Jean. I should have been there."

"Shh no, don't think like that."

Jean was holding back tears for you. It was evident in the way that he was shaking and jolting his head from time to time. His palm was flexed in a fist, tightly resting over your shoulder as it gripped a fold in your cloack. You only breathed harder at the realisation, feeling your chest sink in a tremendous amount of pain that left you hollow. You felt another kick coming from the inside of your stomach to which you shut your eyes to, too afraid to see the outline of a hand or a foot appear under the thin linen clothe of your dress. And just like before, another heart wrenching sob escaped you.

"I didn't want to say goodbye." Jean said quietly, his voice coming as a breath that barely brushed your ear. "You didn't even get to say goodbye and that's bad of me to say, but I didnt want to see what I saw. I didn't want to say goodbye. I don't want you to suffer. I don't want to suffer either."

"Jean.."

The sniffling of your nostrils wasn't nowhere near coming to an halt, thus the back of your sleeve was the ideal solution to your distress; had you had any more little power in your body you would reach for the handkerchief in your shoulder bad. But that couldn't be the case. Not until you could feel your feet.

"(Y/n), baby... I'm sorry. I promise I won't let anything happen to you and our baby. Even if it means I have to sacrifice my life for you to be safe."

A gasp came out of your mouth quicker than you had anticipated. The hiccup that escaped you was accompanied by another burning hot tear that run down your eye, your whole spine giving in to the wave of fear that shook you, resulting in your head jolting in shock. Your hand shot to his, gripping it with force to bring it over your stomach, your fingers clinging onto his while pressing hard in between his knuckles.

"Don't say that shit, you're not dying Jean, get that thought out of your idiotic head," You inhaled through hitches "I'm going to die a pitiful death if you leave me."

"Please don't do that." Jean clenched his teeth.

"Then don't die too you idiot."

Another rush of a few raindrops started pouring, this time even more quickly that before. The grass under your feet swayed, each spiky peak bending and bouncing as the weight of the rain hit the ground. Big blotches of water were now forming on your attire, waiting your skin as they came to connect with each other, darkening the brown color of the linen skirt you were wearing. Jean wrapped his hand tighter around you, rubbing his cheek to the top of your head again with mellow force, as if trying to assure you it would be okay for you to stay there for only just a moment more.

And you begged to listen to his silent proposition.

Letting his hand rest loosely over your swollen stomach, you took a deep breath, allowing your self to flex your toes inside your shoes. Your indstep steamed as the little strap squished you so hard that you tried your best to convince yourself you weren't going to deal with a blood clot. You hated that you had come to despise your favorite pair of shoes. All you ever wished for was that then would just fit you like normal. Still, even to that thought, the little being inside you took half a leaping turn, giving another kick to the top of your stomach.

Had Sasha been here she would have told you something to help you get your mind off of it. She would have teased Jean for not being able to keep it in his pants and you would have laughed, feeling the tentuon easing off.

Still, the kick, that most women would have found one of joy, only turned your insides like clothes swept by a tide.

"I want to throw up." You announced, half looking at Jean

"Because of the kick? Or the thought of it?"

"Maybe-maybe both."

It was then that another kiss was planted in your forehead. The raw sound of lips smacking filled the air against the drenching water of the rain, giving a little antsy essence to the gesture. Jean rubbed his closed mouth against your skin with his eyes closed in his best effort to help you calm down.

"Now now," He whispered "It wouldn't be the best thing to throw up in the cemetery, would it?"

With closed eyes, you pouted and shook your head twice in response.

"Okay then, I have a proposal for you."

"What?"

"Want to go visit Marco's grave? And then get you somewhere warm? And changed?"

Your pout intensified amd you fixated your gaze at the ground with furrowed brows. The nauseating feeling in your stomach was coiling begging to obertske you, but there was something so warm about Jean's sweet tone that fought it violently, so much that you could even feel your face loosen up as you melted under his touch.

"Yes, I'd like that."

"Okay then."

You shivered slightly as Jean took his arm off of you and dug it to the ground, giving himself a little prompt as he bend his knees closer to his body before stretching them to get up. Next, he leaned towards you, extending a long arm to your side, his thick, enormous palm stretching as it signaled you to place yours in it. Lifting a hand to his direction faintly you manages to place your palm into his and soon you managed to feel his fingers tighten a grip over your knuckles.

Still though, you couldn't find it in you to get up.

You stared at Jean with brows that screamed in apology, lifted skin littered with regretful lines. You had been feeling heavy lately. Everyone knew that, everyone who laid eyes on you questioned hoe you even managed to walk normally. But today you had struggled to get out of bed so much that you had even considered asking to be carried to Sasha's grave, knowing full well that you were too heavy for this to be a reality.

"You can do it."

"Give me a second, I can feel my lower stomach pulsating."

Jean eyed you with concern, his thumb quick to rub a circle over the knuckle of your pointer finger. You only gave him a mixed look next, squeezimg him just a little as you started pulling his hand. You had to get up. You couldn't stay in the rain until someone picked you up bridal style. Thus, you gave a little push. Just a teeny, tiny push to prompt yourself up and meet Jean halfway.

"Oh, oh crap."

In that moment you couldn't even think of a worse mistake that you had made in your nineteen years of life.

"What?"

You didn't want to believe it. No. It couldn't be happening now.

"Uhm, my water just broke."

"WHAT?"

"There's fluid leaking down my thigh and I'm pretty sure I didn't just pee myself. I wouldn't do that in a graveyard."

In between Jean's petrified expression and the trembling pain in your core, you somehow found yourself be eerily non panicked about the happening. As much as you wanted to scream from the pain, as much as you felt like your feet where going to give out, you were nowhere near turning pale yellow like Jean.

"Was this supposed to happen so suddenly?" Jean breathed heavily.

"Well" You cursed under your breath as you clutched over your stomach "I have been overdue for some days now and, ah fuck this is painful-"

"I'm really, really freaking out right now. What. Do. We. Do?"

"Calm down, let's go to Marco's grave."

"What? No!? Your waters literally broke. They broke, oh my god I'm going to be an actual father." Jean let out a chocked scream while running his other hand through his hair and gripping despairately on the roots.

"Jean, okay I migh-" A sharp pain went through your core "I still have a lot of time until my contraction is big enough for the baby to come out."

"This can't be safe."

"I'm telling you!"

Jean took a deep breath. His chest rose and fell, his shaking fingers steadied just a tiny bit, his trembling feet suddenly felt just a little more steady. This wasn't a time to panic, of course, he knew that far. The look you were giving him, even though it was pained, screamed that he could trust you; despite either of you having absolutely no idea about childbirth, he knew that having an anxiety attack this early into labor would only cause a worse experience for you.

Plus, he was the one who suggested they you'd visit Marco, and he wasn't about to say no to you at your current situation. With a hand bend over his hip, he prompted your own to snail through it for support. At least if you were going to do this, he'd basically walk you there. Pressing his lips together, Jean gave you an longing look, letting a deepnsigh escape the depths of his chest.

Eagerly you nodded at him, linking your arm with his. You softly dug your button lip under your upper flesh, trying your best not to bite into it as another rush of pain washed through you. Having contractions this frequent only meant that you had to rush and you knew that better than anyone else, but there was this little voice in the back of your brain that begged you to not take this moment away from Jean. With a final little stroke at Sasha's tomb and a tear running down your wet, stinging eyes before you matched away and to the direction of Marco's grave, you let yourself think you could hear her say a tiny good luck to you.

"Okay, let's go see Marco alright?" Jean said with a hint of glimmer in his eyes "For five minutes."

"Okay and then I'm going to go and have your child."

"Quite literally."

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sasukelore · 4 years ago

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reaction hcs on any the bnha boys catching their shy s/o pillow humping ehehe-? 😳

summary: bnha boys catching his shy innocent s/o dry humping on his favorite pillow

characters: shinsou hitoshi, Dabi, bakugou Katsuki, izuku midoriya.

authors note: I like this request way too much, so I’m gonna write a part two! I was originally gonna add shouto but I wanted to put it out as soon as possible. thank you for requesting, my love.

warnings: nsfw, fingering, degradation, dom/sub behavior, deku being a little perv, (corruption??)

Oh he’d be pissed off. Who the fuck do you think you are getting yourself off without him? Is he not good enough for you? Well don’t worry, princess, you’re in for it now.

He’d watch as your legs were tiredly shaking, you were about to cum, but it had taken you so long to get to get to that point. He wanted to laugh at you, dumbass, doesn’t even know how to make herself cum.

You’ll be able to hear the sudden foot steps to the bed you were currently face down on, your eyes full of tears built from frustration as you pushed your hips back and forth onto bakugou’s pillow.

Tbh he’d be a bit flabbergasted... wtf are you doing, that’s not gonna make you cum? Stupid girl.

Bakugou aggressively grabbing your hips to turn you around on your back to confront his naughty little s/o, isn’t even giving you time to stop on your own.

Your pretty flushed cheeks has him practically snickering. Although, his amusement doesn’t last as he bristles, his thumbs pushing down into your hip.

He’d love watching you squirm, trying to get out from his grasp. You’re sputtering, trying to explain yourself.

Bakugou will definitely take on a more aggressive approach, because watching you mewl against the pillow gave him hard on, and he’s aching to just ruin you and put you in your place

He’s making you suck it. He’ll grab your hair all the while asking if you were thinking about him while moving your tired hips like that, of course you were.

You’ll try to respond, gagging on his length and saliva mixed with his cum drips from your lips onto the bedsheets.

“You like me stuffing my cock in your mouth, eh? Fuckin’ love it when you swallow my load, dirty girl.” Bakugou’s intense vermillion eyes stare down at you as he chants how lucky you are he’s here right now

As usual, he’s so cocky about you needing him to help you finish, nobody and nothing can make you feel as good as he does

He wouldn’t even give you a break, you wanted to cum so bad right? Now you’re on your fourth orgasm, feeling deliciously overstimulated

Definitely don’t let this man catch you doing anything on your own, he’s an absolute animal

Definitely the sadist out of the group. He loves embarrassing his sweet innocent s/o.

Look at you, so needy you’re crying out his name when he’s not even there? You’re adorable. But who told you that you could stop?

Dabi would make you grind on the pillow while he watches from the chair in the corner of the room, you put on such a good show for him!

Slowly palming himself to the shy whimpers you let out, his own drawled out groan bounces off the walls which if you listen closely, you’ll be able to make out his favorite pet name... doll

Dabi has so much self control, he’ll never snap at you when he gets sexually frustrated. Instead, he feeds off your humiliation and neediness and gets off on it

It’s only when he’ll see your painfully adorable fucked out expression, that he’ll take pity on you.

He loves grabbing your face with his big hands, and smushing it together, leaning down for a chaste kiss, and chuckling at your pleading moan to come back and kiss you like he means it.

He’d try to get what boldness you have out of you. Making you make as much noise as possible, I mean, you had no shame when he wasn’t here?

Oh he’d tease tease. He’d make fun of how bratty you are, and how hurt he is that you didn’t ask him to help you cum :(

Tbh I don’t even think he’d stick his cock in you, he’d wanna taste and have you quite literally, wrapped around his fingers

That goes hand in hand with him having maximum self control, he’s a lot about how you feel emotionally, and he can get off your cute little pouts almost entirely

10/10 if you’re a bad girl

Okay, just wanna say, if he finds you grinding on your pillow, I’m actually kinda scared for you. It can go so many ways.

He’ll either be pissed the FUCK off, and legitimately too, not like Bakugou who’s actually smug he caught you. No, Shinsou gets mad mad.

But he could also be the most understanding guy in the world! The best boyfriend ever 🥺 because now he’s praising you for doing such a good job with little pets on the top of your head. So soft.

Unless he’s mad like I said, in which he wastes no time stopping you and pulling you over his lap and making your jiggling cheeks pretty shades of red and purple, you won’t even be able to sit!

You know better don’t you? You’re suppose to wait til he’s come home so he can treat you good himself? Shinsou will get mean.

You wanna be fucked so bad yeah? Well too bad. You’re not. You’re gonna lay across his lap while you rub your thighs together, your eyes filling up with tears

You can feel his hard on against your leg... Not that you’ll have any time to think any further on it Shinsou pulling your legs only slightly apart, quickly inserts a digit into your wettening slit.

He’s the king of degradation, making sure to call his little kitten a few names that of course, have you squirming in his lap, brushing against his member

Shinsou will be someone who’ll just snap unexpectedly. Pulling you up, he’ll have you straddle him properly, and he might even seem gentle. But you know better when he tugs your hair and roughly suckles on your neck, leaving love bites in his wake

Tbh he’ll have the image of you trying to get yourself off replaying and replaying in his mind, and he’ll wanna somewhat recreate that image.

He’ll have you ride him until he’s satisfied and don’t be sloppy about it. He’ll lazily meet your thrusts, curses flying out his mouth in murmurs.

He’ll love making you feel like he doesn’t even care, that you were the one who wanted this, he loves fucking with your mind that much, not that you’d be complaining.

His aftercare? 10/10. Tbh he might get a little insecure afterwards.... Is he not making you feel good enough? Is that why you were on the pillo-

Anyways. Please just reassure him it’s eating him up rn 😩✋

He’s gonna have a heart attack. Not that he wouldn’t stop staring, because yes midoriya is a gentleman, but it’s not like he hasn’t already seen you pinned underneath him? So what’s the problem

He’d watch as your eyes would snap shut abruptly, as your pretty blue panties rubbed against where either one of your heads would rest.

Midoriya has a little bit of a perv side, an unexpected one too, he’s so noble and sweet. But how is he suppose to stop you? He’s just watching okayyyy

He won’t even be mad or annoyed, In fact he’s probably gonna take it better than everyone else. He’d think you’re so beautiful, and how much you’re making his heart speed up

He might even just unbutton his slightly baggy jeans, which feel absolutely suffocating now, and slip his large scarred hands under the now opened band.

Looking at your face, and pondering the fact you haven’t even spotted him from the doorway yet, and watch your movements.

He’d feel beads of his own slick on his hand as he strokes and strokes to your unusually loud sounds

Points if you see him and keep going. His little guilty blush is worth the embarrassment of your boyfriend walking in on your sinful moment.

He’d hesitantly ask if he can touch you, and how hard he is for you. His shaky hand rolling your clit with the tip of his fingers

His other hand might find a home placed on your chest, he’d squeeze rub, suck. Before you know it he’s on top of you whimpering just as you are.

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marvelsbanner · 4 years ago

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The Little Things

Summary: What happens when shy, oblivious Bruce Banner takes an interest in the new Avengers recruit.

Pairing: Bruce Banner x y/n, you

Warnings: None!

Word Count: ~1300

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic I’ve put out onto Tumblr, please let me know what you think! Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much welcome!! All mistakes are my own. :-)

It started with little things- minuscule really, things you never would have noticed if you were not a trained spy who was paid to notice the little details.

The way there was always a new pack of gum bought for you when the groceries came,

The way someone kept buying jam until they bought one you liked,

The way the blankets seemed extra warm after you would come inside from your nighttime run, despite the rest of the house being cold,

The way the coffee pot was already brewing by the time you managed to crawl out of bed,

Yes, someone was noticing you. But you didn’t know who.

Bruce was never really the observant type. Numbers and graphs, those he could interpret. He never did have much luck with human emotions and behaviors. Someone could have walked up to him and flirted right to his face and he would have been none the wiser.

That is, until y/n joined the equation.

She was the newest Avenger, none of the team knew much about her besides Fury. She was somewhere between the age of Wanda and Natasha, he imagined. She had gone through a similar training to Natasha, the organization was only recently infiltrated and y/n was the only one they were able to recruit back to SHIELD.

He didn’t want to know what happened to the others.

She was smart, incredibly smart. Quick-witted, with a very dry sense of humor. Her guard was always up- not unlike the rest of the team when they first met each other in New York.

She mostly kept to herself, never quite giving him or anyone else besides Natasha a second glance. So he couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to her.

Maybe it was her soft features, a contrast to the muscles she’s built over years of training. Her eyes- soft under the sharp stare of a built assassin. There was more to her than what she showed, and boy did he want to know more.

And so he tried, to know more that is. He observed her more closely than anyone he’s known before.

He noticed she was constantly chewing gum, whether it helped her focus or it was a force of habit he would never know but he did notice the gum, and so he maybe sort of might have added a pack of spearmint gum into the online shopping cart Pepper was making one week.

And he maybe sort of might have been adding a pack of gum each week they ordered groceries.

He noticed when you made a retort about preferring jam over nut butter, and realized that they actually didn’t have any jam in the house. So naturally, he maybe sort of kind of might have added a jar of jam into the online shopping cart each week until he found one she would use.

It took three tries: not strawberry, not grape, but raspberry was her drug of choice. He found it endearing.

He couldn't help the feeling of pride and something else that swelled in his chest when he saw the smile that crept onto her face when she saw the jam in the cupboard.

He noticed you got cold quite easily, usually opting for a thick jumper over your training uniform. Especially after your evening runs when the sun had set, when you would come home shivering and bundle in the blankets for the next half hour.

So he might have started throwing your favorite blanket into the dryer to warm up around the time you would usually return. Nothing much, just anything a friendly coworker would do- right?

He ran into Pepper one night and she gave a vow of secrecy, knowing if she blabbed to Tony about Bruce's little crush he wouldn’t be able to keep his big fat mouth shut.

He noticed you were the second person to awake after himself (and he would sometimes not have gone to bed at all) and the first to make coffee in the morning, so he decided it would only be considerate to turn the coffee pot on to brew so you had one less thing to worry about in the mornings.

And he also noticed that you didn’t seem to notice all of these things, acting as if it was all part of a normal day. And for that, he was grateful, because he didn’t know how you would feel if you knew it was him.

Wouldn't know how to explain why he was doing all these things for you. Deep down, he knew that he knew, but he also knew he couldn't afford those kinds of feelings with his job.

It took a month. A whole entire 31 days before you realized that the only one who woke up earlier than you was Bruce, the only person that would be making the coffee for you in the morning.

Once you noticed that, it all started shifting into place.

Bruce lounging in the living area when you got back from your runs, sitting in the kitchen making sure you were properly fueling yourself for your workouts (even though he didn’t eat half as often as you did), always making sure you were okay after a rough mission and feeling included when the team is talking in meetings and you could not believe you missed the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking. Then again, apparently up until now you weren’t.

You wanted to confront him, but were unsure of how to do it, pacing around the hallway in front of his room on your joint floor.

That's when you heard the shower start from his bathroom, and it clicked.

You ran to the laundry room, grabbing a thick, fluffy, green towel and throwing it in the dryer for a minute before returning to Bruce’s room. You heard the water still running and took that as your okay to enter.

You gave a heavy rap on the door so that he could hear over the stream of water, and you heard him give a confused shout of “Uhh... I’m... kinda busy right now. Unless Tony spilled flesh-eating chemicals on himself I’ll be out in a few more minutes.”

You gave a slight chuckle before opening the door and throwing the towel on the sink counter, hearing him give a slight yelp at the presence of someone else in the bathroom.

He peeked his head around the curtain, red flush running up his neck onto his cheeks, water dripping from his mess of dark curls. He really was handsome..

“Y/n.. what are you-“

“I heard the water going and thought you might need a towel. I threw it in the dryer for a bit, should be nice and toasty for ya. Just repaying the favor” and you gave a small wink as the realization hit him and he ducked his head, flushing even more-if that was even possible.

You think the red flush suited him much more than green, and decided you would do anything to see more of that lovely shade on him.

You turned to go out of the door before turning your head over your shoulder to say “You know Doc, if you ever wanted to actually talk to me- you could always just ask me to dinner. If that’s something that interests you.” You gave another wink before closing the door and swiftly leaving the room.

Bruce’s heart was beating rapidly even after you had left, letting his head rest against the cold tile and thinking about how on earth he was going to approach you after THAT.

Maybe there was one thing that he didn’t notice, that you did notice him. Maybe just as much as he noticed you.

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yannowhatigiveup · 4 years ago

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My One And Only - Chapter 11

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We’re starting to catch up now! But be warned this is also kinda a short chapter so.....sad. I haven’t made much progress in writing the current chapter but I’m going to soon. I had this idea for a one shot in my head for so long that I’m gonna write it down.

"Side effects?" Now he was getting worried.

"The side effects only a true miraculous holder could get" Plagg mumbled hesitantly.

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Adrien blinked in confusion. "What do you mean by 'true miraculous holders'?"

Plagg sighed. "You know how the ladybug and black cat miraculous are the most powerful, right?" Adrien nodded. "And that they both have to be in use at the same time to keep the balance?" Adrien nodded again. "Well since those two are the most powerful miraculous, they can only be used by those capable and those who are true owners have their power boosted. But the power boosting only works if both users are true holders"

"Ok that makes sense, what about the 'side effect' part?" Adrien asked, sadly.

"Since the miraculous are very powerful, sometimes the power is too much to contain in the powered miraculous and therefore seep into the mortal's body causing...inhuman abilities. In Ladybug's case, well as what Tikki has told me, she can now heal plants and wounds" Adrien let out a small gasp of surprise and admiration. "Though these powers can become much greater in her civilian form, even more so when using the miraculous. Because of this, Tikki believes that you might not be the true owner."

"So I can't use the black cat miraculous anymore?" Adrien mumbled, playing with the ring on his finger while there was a lump in his throat.

"Well you still can but you won't be able to increase your powers, actually.... When I think about it, it could be dangerous for both you and Ladybug. Since everything needs to be in balance, Ladybug could get herself seriously injured since we don't know who the real miraculous holder is"

Adrien was surprised at how serious his kwami was. Then he nodded. "I understand, I'm no longer able to be Chat Noir" he sighed and was surprised when Plagg came over and hugged his cheek. Only then did he realise that he was crying. He quickly wiped his tears and focused on looking on the bright side. "Thanks Plagg for being my kwami"

"Wait wait wait" Plagg put his tiny hands up. "Who says you're getting rid of me right now?"

"Wait so I can keep being Chat Noir for a while longer?" Plagg simply nodded.

"Just tell Ladybug whenever you're ready and she'll deal with it. I want some Camembert now"

Adrien laughed and gave Plagg some Camembert then went back to staring at the night sky. 'It's 7 pm' he thought to himself. 'I want to make Ladybug proud, If that means giving up the miraculous then so be it'. He glanced at an image of his father on his computer, one of the magazines talking about the new designs being released. 'Ladybug suspected father at one point. If he was Hawkmoth, how would I react? Ladybug is much better at concealing than me. She'll be able to deal with it, I can't' Adrien sighed and began to read through his fan mail again, thinking of both Kagami and Marinette only to have his thoughts interrupted when a message appeared on his phone. Then remembered, he asked if he should ask one of his crushes on a date. He scrambled to his phone and pressed on the notification to see what Alya had said.

Reportergrill: I think you should ask Kagami out *insert lenny face here*

Me: Oh ok!

He smiled at his friend's advice and then opened his conversation with Kagami to send a message.

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It's Thursday, the day before Friday, two days until the weekend. Chloe was rummaging through her locker, she was mainly buying herself more time. See, she wanted to apologize properly to Mari. 'Can I even call her that? Only her friends can'. She had prepared a folder, inside was everything belonging to Marinette that Chloe had damaged. Chloe took a deep breath and went out of the locker room to see if Marinette was nearby, the bluenette was walking towards the locker room. 'Here goes nothing' "Hey M-Marinette can I t-talk to you?" The blonde stammered.

Marinette blinked in surprise before smiling. "Sure Chloe, what do you want to talk about?"

Chloe then led her to her locker and turned to face her. "Since Sabrina got lured in by Lila I..." Chloe struggled to find the words and just decided to take the folder out of her locker. Marinette looked curiously at it before Chloe handed it to her. "Here's everything that I have ever damaged and I hope that...." she took a deep breath. "You could...forgive me" Chloe closed her eyes, waiting in fear for Marinette's answer, only to be tackled by a hug.

"Thank you Chloe, this means so much to me" Marinette then pulled away from the hug to look at Chloe. "Friends?"

Chloe let out a sigh of relief and hugged Marinette again. "Friends".

They both went to where Alya and Nino were standing. Alya smiled while waving before noticing Chloe was with Marinette. She didn't glare at the blonde, instead she shot Marinette a confused look. "Chloe apologized so I'm giving her a second chance" Marinette stated simply. Alya then nodded and gave Chloe a warm smile.

"Well you're our friend now" Chloe widened her eyes in surprise and then smiled brightly, mouthing a 'thank you'. "Hmmm what should your nickname be?"

"She gives off Queenie vibes" Nino said, giving his idea for a nickname.

Marinette and Alya laughed and soon Chloe joined in. "I hope you don't mind if I call you 'Mare-Bare', Marinette?"

"I don't mind at all! I quite like it"

Chloe nodded, 'So this is what it's like to be in a friend group, I like it'.

~~~

Alya, Marinette, Chloe and Nino were all in Chloe's room, dressing Kagami up. When Kagami had seen the message from Adrien, she immediately went to the friend group for advise. "It's a casual date he said, he'll be taking me to the Louvre" she said. She was surprised when Chloe had joined them and was skeptical at first but after observing her for a while, Kagami concluded that Chloe was genuine with her apology.

After a few tries, the group finally agreed on an outfit for Kagami. She wore black leggings and an over side red hoodie, the exact same shade as her fencing gear. And, as a token of good luck, Mari gave Kagami one of her hair pins, a rose decal. It was an MDC original and Kagami had managed to figure that out. The thing is, three weeks ago she saw Marinette design something very similar to this. "Mari-hime, are you MDC?"

Marinette then began to sweat. "Uhmm...wait what does the 'hime' mean? I've heard of chan, kun, san, sensei and senpai but never 'hime'"

"Well it's usually used to address a princess but it's used for any beautiful woman, like you"

"Awww thank you Gami" Marinette was blushed at the compliment.

"But are you MDC?"

Marinette sighed, 'Can't weasel my way out of this one'. "Uhhh m-maybe?" She sighed once more. "Yes I am"

"Wow!"

"That's great dudette!"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? This is so cool!"

"Well my mother was impressed by your work so I'm not that surprised"

A chorus of supportive comments showered over her. "Thanks guys but we're helping Gami prepare for her date, right?" She smirked at the blush of the fencer's face. Adrien then called Kagami's phone to tell her that he was there in the car, waiting for her.

~~~

It's finally Friday, Marinette had thought of all the great things that happened yesterday. She made a new friend which just so happens to be Chloe, Kagami went on a date with Adrien, Marinette revealed that she was MDC, she also recorded the first verse in the song after Kagami left. She smiled remembering their praise. She became grateful for all her friends, as well as Uncle Jagged, Penny and Clara Nightingale who wanted to listen listen to Marinette's voice.

The bluenette got changed into a long-sleeved, pastel pink, high-necked cropped jumper with a high-waisted baby blue plaid skirt. She looked in the mirror and felt proud about herself.

"You look very nice Marinette!" Tikki complimented while finishing up her cookie.

"Thanks Tikki"

Marinette then looked for something to put in her hair. She decided to put her hair into a ponytail tied with a long, dark red, silk ribbon. She finished her outfit and she realised she had plenty of time left before school started. Marinette noticed a notification for a message, rolling her eyes as she saw who it was from, Lila. Marinette took a deep breath before going to read it. 'It can't be that bad, right?'

Wrong.

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twilightdruig · 3 years ago

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talking to the moon

pairing/s: fred weasley x clearwater!fem!reader, percy weasley x penelope clearwater

summary: when fred finds himself running from flich, he ends up in the astronomy tower where he finds out who his comfort person could be.

warnings: ravenclaw!reader, just fluff really, kind of slow burn.

a/n: unedited!! my first fred fic! i kinda hate this btw :)

y/n clearwater remembered when her sister finally got a boyfriend. not only were their mom proud of her for getting a boyfriend but their dad also being proud because she became the ravenclaw prefect.

y/n on the other hand, she was the troublemaker, the least favorite child, and the misfit. she would use her smarts for something else.

y/n had friends, sure, but she also had rivals. the weasley twin, the more known pranksters of hogwarts. they’ve been each other’s targets for the longest time.

only a few people knew the mysterious and mischievous ravenclaw girl. she spent time either alone or with her only close friend, ally. people did know a few things about her. she was one of the brightest witches of her age (a very close contest to hermione), she loved to mess with people heads and she was a compulsive liar.

she’d spend her time either reading, people watching or star gazing. people thought she was weird.

y/n on the other hand, she was the troublemaker, the least favorite child, and the misfit. she would use her smarts for something else.

she had friends, sure, but she also had rivals. the weasley twins, the more known pranksters of hogwarts. they’ve been each other’s targets for the longest time.

only a few people knew the mysterious and mischievous ravenclaw girl. she spent time either alone or with her only close friend, ally. people did know a few things about her. she was one of the brightest witches of her age (a very close contest to hermione granger), she loved to mess with people heads and she was a compulsive liar.

she’d spend her time either reading, people watching or star gazing. people thought she was weird.

“there she goes again, georgie…” fred sarcastically gushed. their eyes followed the figure that was going up to the astronomy tower.

“you keep that up, i’ll start to think you fancy her” george teased his twin brother

fred fake gagged at that.

little did george know, fred’s been smitten with her every since.

there was an opportunity right there. percy was dating her sister. he would’ve thought they’d share a disgust in that relationship but then again, y/n was mysterious, lonely and a little bit intimidating.

although, she’s been causing a tad bit of mischief around, she’s never actually properly talked to the twins. which was surprising to everyone, they’d thought fred weasley and y/n clearwater would’ve been a great golden couple.

their siblings being the prefects who snogged while doing rounds.

one night, fred was setting up a prank while he let george spend the night sleeping. as per usual, he snuck out of his dorm, avoided filch, whom was roaming the corridors.

he found himself running to the direction of the astronomy tower. he didn’t think, he just ran. not once did it cross his mind y/n would be there. he kind of knew she was there every night but that didn’t matter right now.

he didn’t know how but filch heard some of his footsteps nearby. he ran and ran. he was climbing up the stairs of the astronomy tower.

when he was at the very top, he finally lost filch. he didn’t notice a figure sitting by the edge.

y/n was wrapped in an oversized jumper and her hair was in pigtails. she was quite surprised when someone climbed up here. it was late and no one ever encountered her when she was in her zone.

“uh… hey,” fred panted. he didn’t know who it was. it never registered in his head that y/n came up here until the last minute.

“fred.” she turned around.

“hey”

“you already said that” she silently giggled “you alright?” she remembered he was panting and speaking breathlessly.

“yeah, yeah,” he made a hand gesture signifying he was fine “filch” he pointed his thumb behind him, by the stairs.

“i wonder why” she rolled her eyes, the sarcastic comment rolling off her tongue.

“clearwater, right?”

“is that sarcasm?” she narrowed her eyes.

“kind of yes, and no. i don’t exactly know you personally, and yes, your sister has an awful taste in men”

“awful taste in men is right” she laughed.

they continued to converse for the rest of the night. they both forgot they were rivals that night.

the next morning came and they woke up in their respective dorms. she passed luna lovegood by the common room.

her and luna were very good friends. they were known as the weirdos from ravenclaw. neither did you care.

luna was such a pretty soul. who couldn’t love her?

“hello, y/n.” her feathery voice interrupted her thoughts.

“hey there, luna” she waved back.

they walked each other to the great hall. everyone was bustling around, eating, or conversing. luna left to find harry or neville, she wasn’t exactly sure.

the weasley twins also came over to the ravenclaw table. she didn’t know which one of them it was but one was helping the other talk to a girl.

y/n and one of them (probably fred) shared eye contact and it may be unspoken but they’ll most definitely see each other very soon.

they did in fact see each other that night. it was the second night you spent not being rivals. people also may have noticed she weren’t pulling as much pranks as you were before.

summer came along, right after percy and penelope’s graduation. the weasley’s invited the clearwater sisters even if percy was reluctant if he wanted his girlfriend (and girlfriend’s sister) to meet his chaotic family.

now, penelope and y/n were standing in front of a slightly slanting, talk wooden house in the middle of a field.

the door burst open as a plump redheaded woman emerged from said door. ‘this must be mrs. weasley’ y/n thought.

“hi, dearies,” she pulled the sisters in for a hug “i’m mrs. weasley! please do call me molly.”

“hi, molly. thank you so much for inviting me and my sister to stay here!” penelope exclaimed.

“yes! thank you for inviting us” y/n exclaimed as well, right after penny’s elbow jabbed her in the ribs.

when molly went back in the house, them following not far behind. “that hurt penny” y/n whispered.

“sorry! i just didn’t want her to have a bad impression on us. especially, you. she barely knows you”

“boys! ginny! hermione! our guests are here!”

the sound of multiple footsteps rattling the stairs could be heard from y/n’s position at the door. there was a small sign that said ‘the burrow’, a small living room, a dining table that was connected to the kitchen. the house felt cozy and homey.

after she examined the area, two tall, identical twins, who grew their hair, appeared in front of her “fred,” she nodded to one twin “george.” she nodded to the other.

she figured penelope was somewhere spending time with her boyfriend.

y/n sure was surprised to see the twins with longer hair and longer legs. they still looked good, though.

wait, did she just call the twins attractive?! no way. no. she shook the thought off. molly told her and penny they’ll be staying in ginny’s room with ginny and hermione. she took her bags up their so she could get settled in.

after she did, she was found outside, reading a book by a large tree. she and hermione were there before ginny and ron called her in.

nighttime arrived, the weasleys and their guests ate under the moonlight with fairy lights around their yard. it was a beautiful sight, a happy family, under the stars and moon and galaxy.

she sat in between penny and hermione. she was very comfortable with hermione. they never really conversed before today, they learned they had so much in common from books to favorite subjects.

after eating, all the girls helped molly wipe the tables and clean the dishes while the boys packed up the tables. molly was making them practice muggle cleaning and organizing. it was obvious they didn’t like it.

y/n proposed she help the boys, because she knew a fair amount of muggle knowledge. it was one of her best classes, after all.

fred has been sending her longing looks and winks all day. while degnoming the backyard and playing quidditch with his siblings. he kept looking at her under the shade of the tree.

before she went back in fred approached her and slipped a little piece of paper in her pocket.

‘meet me at the bottom of the abandoned treehouse in the back at 11:30pm’

it’d be like the astronomy tower.

when it struck 11:30pm, y/n made sure all her roommates were fast asleep before slowly tiptoeing out the room and down the stairs. she slipped past a snoring and cuddling molly and arthur weasley in the living room and finally, out to the backyard. she walked over to the abandoned treehouse and waited for a bit until fred emerged from the same door she came through earlier.

“hey” he murmured when he approached where y/n was sitting on a stable step that was supposedly going up to the treehouse.

“hi there”

“what are you up to?”

“you told me to meet you here, you git”

“right, right” the two laughed.

comfortable silence feel upon them. “there was actually something i wanted to tell you”

you faced him, “oh?”

“yeah”

“okay, go on. spit it out, freddie” the nickname just came out naturally from her tongue.

it gave fred butterflies, for some reason. actually, he did know what ‘some reason’ was.

“i- um…” he stammered.

“do i make fred,” she poked his side “nervous?”

“yeah. you do” he grabbed her hand. he looked up at the star-littered sky and the moon.

“what?” she faltered.

“you make me nervous, y/n.” he looked back at her “the thing is, i fancy you. you’re gorgeous, funny, smart, weird and mysterious and i love all of that about you”

y/n smiled. “i fancy you too, fred”

“oh, thank merlin” he chuckled “i had to ask percy and your sister for advice.”

“oh… well, did it work?”

“oh, i didn’t use it. i just went with my gut like i did that first night.”

they laid there, underneath the galaxy. the stars and moon looking down at them, seeing young true love.

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