#Babbling Anon is home 💕

[bunny584]

bunny, beautiful, angel of my lifeeee 🤍🤍 i need just a CRUMB from this upcoming H&H chapter. I’m still reeling from that back handed slap (with the tenderest forehead kiss) that was ch. 15 🥺 like my little delicate soul can’t withstand this any longer (but of course, your genius takes time, i can’t kiss that big brain of yours enough)!! I have no idea where I was going with this ask or what i’m babbling about anymore, just know i have the most doe-eyed crush on you. Okay byeeee!!

(p.s. thank you for all that you do as a surgeon!! i hope you have an amazing next shift!!!!)

- babbling anon

Well hi baby 😊 you’re new here, welcome home sweet thing.

Time is such a fickle thing isn’t it? I didn’t realize just how long it’s been since my last update. I’m 90% done. Just ironing out one little pesky scene.

But, my love. Ask and you shall receive. HERE is a fluffier sneak peak I leaked mid flight. This’ll warm you up top.

And here is another little biscuit, hopefully this’ll warm you down below. What’s that scripture again?

I want two boyfriends and I want my boyfriends to be boyfriends 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️

[kat-mobile]

could i request a small fic/imagine where tommy is soft with only his girlfriend/fiancé/wife and his kids?🫶🏼

Scary? My God you're divine!

A/N: hey babes, this is actually longer than I was expecting lmao. It still is under 1000 though. I am a huge sucker for soft!Tommy so thank you so much for this request 😍. I named the baby Charlotte before I realised how much her full name sucks and then couldn't be arsed to change it, so apologies to Charlotte Shelby. This is probably also ooc but I don't give a shit, but I hope you like it anon!!! 💕💕

You knew what Tommy did, what came with his job. All the illegal affairs and cutting people up. You'd be a fool not to. But you couldn't help but feel as if the real Tommy Shelby was the one who came out when he was with you.

Ever since the start of your relationship, Tommy had always acted differently around you, much softer, always there to place a soothing hand on your back or hunch over to talk to you with his lips brushing your ear, his words meant for no ears but your own. His hardened gaze softened and the corners of his mouth would quirk up in a a miniscule smile, only momentarily but you would count that as a win no less.

Arthur had employed you to help run things at the garrison, you weren't exactly excellent at maths but you were certainly better than Arthur so you would help with the books as well as working as a barmaid. The two of you met for the first time when Tommy burst into the office of the garrison with a cut on his sharp cheekbone, he thought he would be opening the door to his brother, you thought he was the most handsome man you had ever seen. You insisted on helping and sanitising the "wound" and although he initially refused he soon gave in to your worried frown and relentless offer of help. The two of you had been practically inseparable since, rarely seeing one without the other and if one was missing they were never very far behind.

Tommy took to you almost immediately after meeting you, and Polly clocked him the very next day. The woman always was good at reading Tommy and that day was no different.

Over the next couple of months, whenever he was around Tommy barely let you lift a finger, always eager to help lift things and assist in anyway possible, never letting you out yourself in any risk whatsoever, no matter how small. At first you were offended, thinking that he was doing it because he thought you incapable, what with you being a woman, or if he didn't trust you enough to do things on your own. But when you brought it up one day, thoroughly fed up, he was quick to quell your suspicions and doubts by instead admitting his growing feelings towards you. Absolutely zero persuasion was needed for you to agree to a date with the handsome Tommy Shelby, and now three years later you're married with an adorable little four month old baby girl named Charlotte.

Tommy often refers to your small family as his greatest weakness, saying that if it ever gets out how soft he is that his reputation would never recover. But you just laugh to yourself and cuddle in closer, hand coming up to stroke Charlotte's head. No one would believe it if it got out, he has nothing to worry about.

The first time Tommy had held her you would've thought she was made out of cheap glass, fragile and likely to break at even the smallest of mishandlings. You knew from the moment that little Charlotte Shelby first opened her eyes, sharp and blue like her fathers, that she had Birmingham's most feared gangster wrapped around her teeny tiny pinky. Once the doctor had shown him how to hold the baby properly, supporting her head and all that, it was hard to separate the two.

Every night when he came home to you he would lie in the centre of the bed with you curled up into his side, head resting on his firm shoulder, and he would place the small babe to lie on his bare chest, small legs tucking up in a scrunch like a frog and cute babbles making the corners of his eyes crease.

[dearest-painter]

imagine if Valentino had a young daughter, probably like 7 or 8 and basically he didn’t even care enough about her to teach her how to use her wings and was overall just a bad dad, but at one point Angel Dust just sees her on the street and is just like “you’re coming home with me” and basically just adopts her. But she looks a lot like her dad so he kinda knows she’s his daughter but at the same time she’s a sweet kid and can’t imagine her being related to him, but at one point Val comes to get her and he hits her in the process so Angel just gets ready to murder him.

idk, I just had that idea for a while and was hoping you could write something like that? If not it’s okay.

love your writing 💕

CAN WE PLEASE HAVE MORE OF THIS ANON!? I LOVE YHIS IDEA! Also, Husk and Nifty is in this because why not? I made this Yandere but if you didn’t want it then I can fix it! I want more of Valentino’s daughter!reader so much!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship, Valentino’s bitch ass, Valentino, Valentino about to get jumped by the whole hazbin hotel, tell me if I need to add more

Summary: Angel Dust doesn’t take kindly to those trying to hurt his family

Angel Dust was on his break, Husk and Nifty had came with him as they wanted to spend time. Angel Dust smiled as you walked around him happily babbling about something random, for being the daughter of his boss you were a sweetheart. You’ve been living with him at the Hazbin hotel for a while and have been calling him mama and husk dad which was a surprise but hey, he doesn’t mind.

You were babbling about new ideas for Nifty’s roach show. Angel Dust smiled as he held your hand as you all walked. You all sat down at a table, you and Nifty got coloring books as if you two didn’t get separate one’s chaos would ensue. “Mama! ‘M be back! Gonna use the restroom!” You announcement to Angel dust. “Okay sweetheart, do you remember where it is?” You nodded your head as you and Nifty left.

You two were inseparable. Angel Dust and Husk talked but the two of them immediately started looking around as you two were gone for a bit longer. Angel Dust stopped as he saw Valentino yelling at you, but once he raised his hand Angel Dust ran and tackled him. Nifty then started to bite Valentino while Husk held you as you cried.

You all left. Valentino stared in surprise as Angel Dust coddled you, Nifty was going manic as she kept shouting she was going to avenge her best friend while Husk was whispering to you. They took his daughter yet you don’t care. Angel Dust actually harmed him to the point he almost coughed up blood. Valentino was speechless…what just happened?

[sea-lanterns]

im soo glad we're talking about old women

imagine ur old gf trying to figure out technology 😓 shes so bad at everything, she can't even call u without messing up somehow

but she's such a clueless sweetie how can u be mad at her?

u explain everything patiently over and over again to her, occasionally giggling to urself about how stupid she becomes when it comes to modern technology 💔

she gets annoyed at u making fun of her though so after another failed attempt of hers to text properly and u giggling yet again, she throws the phone behind her on the bed and grabs u by the waist to pin u down onto the bed and show u something she's an expert at

now who's the clueless one? u clearly after she's fucked u stupid and all u can do is moan her name and drool 💕💕

- 🫐 anon

Cackling because I’m imagining you sending your older gf a nude via text, and when she receives it at work, she’s absolutely flabbergasted because she had no idea you could send naked pictures through text.

I can imagine her not really knowing much about taking photos in general, so when she tries to send you a nude back in the bathroom, all you recieve is a weird-looking selfie of her because she forgot to switch the camera around 😭😭 she meant to send you a picture of her pussy/dick, not her face…

If you bully her over text though for not knowing how to take a proper nude (jokingly, ofc) I can see her getting mad and driving home to fuck you angrily. Sure this old geezer doesn’t understand sexting and nudes, but she does understand that she could make you a babbling, drooling mess the moment she gets home <3

Who’s the dumb girl now?

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi! This is the Morissa x Reader requester, finally got it edited, lol. (If u don't want to do it that's completely fine ☺️)

(Would love it being split into or a long chapter with the build up and then the fucking lol)

Sub!Morticia x Sub!Larissa x Top!Tall!Fem!Shapeshifter!Reader, Morticia and Larissa loved being carried and had been begging to be manhandled during sex but Reader is too scared to because of her werewolf strength but Tish and Rissa conduct a plan to get Reader to break and do it, and when that happens Reader snaps and fucks them both into nothing but babbling nonsense messes.

(Morticia loves being manhandled during sex and moved by Reader into the position Reader wants her in, Morticia loves being carried upright, legs wrapped around readers waist, arms around readers neck and head tucked into neck(doesn’t care where y’all are will just jump into ur arms and snuggles into you, been that way sinceur time at Nevermore together, Same with Rissa but she loves being carried bridal style and curled up with head tucked into readers neck. What sets Reader off is when she peaks into Rissa's office and sees them masterbating side by side but they don't know Reader saw till she gets home)

(Biting kink(likes to bite and be bit, Morticia), spanking(both), Daddy kink(both), shapeshifter peen(Reader), praise kink(both), they both absolutely PREEN at being called good girls and melt on the spot (literally ruined underwear).

Hey there anon, thanks for being so patient 💕 I would love to write this!! We love sub!larissa & sub!morticia 🤭🏳️‍🌈 AND we LOVE some build up! I added a song for inspiration and some extra spice 😉 SMUT to come in later chapters!

Bend us, Break us Pt. 1 ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Morticia Addams xFem Dom!Tall!Shapeshifter!Reader

Link to Part 2 & Part 3

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, implied smut, Dom & Sub relationships, polyamorous lifestyle, etc…

Part 1 of a mini series

Enjoy (;

After the fiasco with Wednesday and Marilyn Thornhill almost destroying the school, Morticia had found it best to join the faculty to keep an eye on Wednesday.

The new school year welcomed Morticia Addams as the official Potions instructor as well as You as the new Herbology Professor.

And Larissa being lucky to be alive was an understatement.

You as the Marilyn’s assistant had found Larissa with the poison already in her system and everyone else having left. You had managed to counter act the poison with a rare healing plant that you had been secretly growing on the side.

From there, Larissa had immediately given you the job of being the herbology professor.

~~~

Morticia and Larissa had always had a thing.

And now that they were working together, it made their thing even more apparent…

But there was one singular, nagging issue…

They were both submissive.

Larissa spent her whole day and night dominating in her life, so when it came to her sex life, she was more than willing if not insistent that she hand over the reins of control.

Similarly, Morticia was the matriarch over the entire Addams family and she had such a submissive husband, that she couldn’t handle another thing in which she was expected to be in control.

Both women just needed a break for gods sake…

And this thing between them, only made the pair even more sexually frustrated.

Luckily, They found you.

~~~

After Larissa’s near death experience, she insisted to take you out for coffee as a thank you.

From the time you had been working as the herbology assistant, Larissa had gauged you to be introverted, calm, and shy person. Overall very submissive.

This was ironic to her as your build screamed the exact opposite; You were toned and quite tall (and that’s a big claim coming from Larissa), you carried yourself with elegance and dressed well.

But your presence was quiet, you did as you were told, and you rarely raised a hand against anything.

But Ohhh how her perspective changed when you two met for that coffee…

She had insisted that you call her Larissa, and you had immediately insisted the same for you as well.

Unlike at the school, you were far more talkative to the blonde and your laughter and smiles were far less contained.

Larissa quickly came to find your laugh rather intoxicating…

You were a lot more straight forward and clear on what you wanted and what you thought.

She realized that while you were introverted, you were certainly not submissive.

And as you and her were chatting, a thought sparked in Larissa’s mind…

You were the solution to her and Morticia’s little dilemma.

That was of course if a) you even liked women and b) you were even interested.

Which both of these things stumped Larissa a bit as she had no clue.

So naturally Larissa decided that after her coffee with you she would go directly to Morticia’s office to confer with her.

~~~

“I’m sorry, what?” Morticia asked, a bit stunned from the retelling of events which Larissa had just given her.

“It’s a lot I know. But I think it could work… But I don’t know if she’s interested or even gay, ‘Tish…” Larissa continued.

Their cute nicknames for each other always made the other woman blush…

At that, Morticia let out a elegant giggle if there ever was one.

“She’s gay, ‘Rissa…” Morticia chuckled.

Larissa looked at her with confusion.

Morticia burst into more laughter at her face, “You really have terrible gaydar…!” She chuckled once she had composed herself more.

“I do not…” Larissa grumbled.

“Yes you do.”

At not wanting to discuss this topic anymore, Larissa pivoted the conversation.

“Alright, but even if she is gay, there is no guarantee that she would be interested in something like that…” she spoke with a hint of disappointment laced in her tone.

“Hmmm…” Morticia mused, “Well why don’t we just ask her…?”

“Who?” was Larissa’s immediate, next question.

The room went silent.

“Not it!” Both of the women yelled simultaneously.

They both groaned and laughed at their own unwillingness to step up and ask.

“Perhaps it would be better if we both approached Y/N.” Larissa stated.

And Morticia couldn’t agree more.

~~~

Everyone knew that being called into the principals office was never a good thing…

So when you got requested by the principal at the crack ass of dawn on the following Monday morning, you were nervous to say the least.

Had you done something at the coffee meet?

Did you forget to turn something in?

Where you in trouble??

As you reached Larissa’s office doors, you took a deep breath and knocked with a slightly shaky hand.

“Come in!” You heard two muffled voices yell.

Two people?

Maybe you had offended or hurt somebody??

You took another deep breath before opening the door to be met by none other than Larissa Weems and Morticia Addams standing in Larissa’s office.

~~~

The second you had walked into the office, Morticia and Larissa shared a look and both committed in that moment.

“Professor, Lovely for you to join us. We had a matter that we wanted to discuss with you.” Larissa began.

“Alright. What’s the matter?” You asked.

Larissa looked over to Morticia for help.

“Well… Why don’t we all have a seat first.” Morticia suggested, glancing over to Larissa dottingly.

Larissa let out a small sigh of relief which she hoped you hadn’t caught before continuing, “Yes! That sounds like an excellent idea. Please Morticia, Miss L/N, do sit.”

“Thank you.” You spoke, “And Professor or Y/N will be just fine.”

Larissa didn’t meet your gaze but rather have a curt nod and a small smile as she too sat down.

“So… What would you like to talk about?” You asked again.

Both women took a deep breath.

They exchanged glances, in an almost fight for who would ask you…

Morticia won.

“We… We are looking… Well, we thought…” Larissa stumbled over her words.

“We’re polyamorous!” Morticia blurted out.

Larissa’s eyes widened at Morticia’s bluntness, “Yes, and we’re interested in you…”

Silence.

Both women sat there on the edge of of their seats, awaiting your response.

A small smirk crept up on your face as you finally responded, “Ah I see… Well then what do you want from me?”

Both woman stared at you doe eyed with their mouths agape as they both audibly gulped.

~~~

When you knocked on Larissa’s office door, you were nervous.

When you heard two people calling for you to enter, you were still shaking.

But then you walked in met by none other than Larissa Weems and Morticia Addams…

There was something off.

You knew from the second the pair had exchanged glances as you walked in. It looked like glances of reassurance almost…

Suddenly, you felt a little less nervous.

“Professor, Lovely for you to join us. We had a matter that we wanted to discuss with you.” Larissa had said.

Her voice was faltering and she was straining and struggling to keep her authoritative tone…

You knew this behavior…

“Alright. What’s the matter?” You matter of factly stated.

Seemingly the entire power dynamic has flipped on its top in a matter of seconds…

Then Larissa looked over to Morticia AGAIN. You had never seen such a dependent, questioning side to the woman.

“Well… Why don’t we all have a seat first.” Morticia said,

in what you assumed she tried to convey as a decision but came out a lot more like a questioning suggestion…

Then you heard Larissa’s breath hitch in a sigh.

You flickered your eyes in her direction, but she quickly looked away.

“Yes! That sounds like an excellent idea. Please Morticia, Miss L/N, do sit.” larissa managed to choke out.

She was back on a last name basis… desperate to try and front some sort of formality and power, you noted.

You were sure to correct her, something inside you was driving to put Larissa back in her place…

“Thank you. And Professor or Y/N will be just fine.”

At that Larissa still couldn’t meet your gaze, and Morticia was conveniently staring out the window.

But you caught her recognition with her small smile and nod.

That would never do if she was yours…

But she wasn’t yours.

“So… What would you like to talk about?” You asked again, now even more curious than before.

Both women’s breathing hitched, which they corrected almost immediately with a deep breath.

You were fully involved at this point. You wanted to know what had them so riled up.

And then they started flickering their gazes back and forth…

It was only for mere seconds, but you wouldn’t miss something like that.

And this is when it clicked for you…

These two strong, independent women in front of you were submissively squirming underneath you…

They were fighting for dominance.

And Morticia most definitely had won.

“We… We are looking… Well, we thought…” Larissa stuttered, causing a blush to tint her cheeks from embarrassment and causing you to have to stifle a giggle.

“We’re polyamorous!” Morticia blurted out, but immediately becoming red after her own statement.

You could tell that that made Larissa shift and squirm in her seat…

They were getting to the matter which made them squirm so deliciously…

“Yes, and we’re interested in you…” Larissa added on in a desperate attempt for their desperation to be salvaged.

But it was too late.

You knew…

“Ah I see… Well then what do you want from me?”

You knew what they wanted…

But you wanted to make them say it…

~~~

Part 2 linked here 😏

[celestialprincesse]

hey!!! I just wanted to say I really love your work, and this is my first time asking for a request so sorry if it’s not very specific or doesn’t make sense 😭💕

I was wondering if you could do a john price x fem!reader where Laswell and price are at base and Laswell’s wife and prices wife (reader) are hanging out because it’s what they usually do when their partners are deployed. Laswell’s wife and reader are just sending them some cutesy vlogs or photos of what they’re doing, maybe of them like curled up watching like movies or maybe like little videos to them and Price and Laswell are watching the videos together and js like FLUFFY AND CUTEE

Anyways no worries if that’s not something you’re comfortable doing, again just wanted to say I really love your work, and feel free to change anything 💕

Anon??!! I'm so honoured that you'd send your first ever request to lil old me! Laswell is my favourite tired lesbian and I want to have her babies

"I wonder how they're getting on." Snaps you from your Legally Blonde induced reverie, the soft drawl of Madeline Laswell, your long time best friend, breaking the torpor under which you'd both been settled all morning.

The two of you have been curled on your fluffy couch since this morning, only having moved to retrieve your takeaway orders from the doorstep or acquire more snacks to fuel your ongoing movie marathon. You'd successfully managed to scare Maddie out of her mind this morning, calling in the early hours of the morning, voice thick with tears as you babbled incoherently about John. Of course, her first thought, still delirious and half-asleep, was that her best friend had just been left a widow. This, however, she'd proven wrong, ringing Kate's emergency line in the hopes of confirming the status of your husband for your peace of mind.

Maddie, having calmed your panic (one that she knows all too well), turned up on your doorstep not even an hour later, a bar of chocolate the size of her head in one hand, and a supermarket bag stuffed with all of your favourite crisps and dips in the other. A bottle of wine and three romcoms in, your earlier crisis is all but gone.

"I miss them." You hum absently back, voice a little muffled around the handful of your favourite fizzy sweets you'd just shoved into your mouth. "Does John have a work number?" Maddie probes, not looking up from where she currently paints her fingernails a pretty, pearlescent shade of blue. "Yeah. I try not to text him on it unless there's an emergency though. Or if he says he has time to talk." "Kate has one too. You think they're busy?" "I mean - she called you back this morning, no? They only ever call or text when they're inactive."

The look on Maddie's face is one you know all too well. You've seen it countless times over the years you've been friends, and it always spells disaster. Before you know it, she's got her phone in hand, camera open and pointed at where the two of you are piled together amongst chocolate wrappers and blankets.

"Hey, Katie! and John - you guys should watch this together." She chats brightly to the camera in that wonderfully animated chirp of hers. "We're just here watching romcoms because someone" You laugh softly, blushing as she pans the camera to where you sit drowning in one of John's old hoodies. "- was getting all up in her own head panicking. Don't worry John, I'm looking after her."

Kate's phone pings as she and John sit around a table in a dingy bar in some cold, far off city. Of course, she can't tell either you, or her own wife, that they're coming home tomorrow - just incase the signal gets intercepted. It won't, but she can't try her luck and risk leaving two of her favourite women without their partners.

"It's Maddie." She muses, one dirty blonde eyebrow raised in confusion as she swipes open the video attachment her wife had sent. John looks up at her over the condensed rim of his beer bottle, his own eyebrows furrowing.

"The girls are together." Kate continues, relief painting her tone as she places her phone on the table between them, allowing John to see the grainy video too. "- because someone was getting all up in her own head panicking. Don't worry John, I'm looking after her." Price chuffs at Maddie's words, but the way his eyes soften when he sees your blushing pink face, the way his hoodie drapes over you, is almost impossible to miss. "Anyways! We'll see you soon! Be safe - we love you!"

Writing this made me lowk a lil bit 🥲🥹 Laswell and Price are just like the softest when it comes to their spouses💕

N e ways! Thank you for ur cute request!!! It was lovely!!! A nice lil break from getting all emo or posting my shitty memes!!! Love u love u love u!!

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Request: Care giver! Lilith and little! Lucifer (Hazbin hotel)

Plot: Lucifer being in little space and Lilith taking care of her baby (he’d be 0-2 years old), just lots of fluff please 💕

Thanks so much for the ask, anon! Sorry for the short delay in getting this out, but I hope you enjoy! (Also it seems like all of my agere fics end with sleepy cuddles 😭 aka Self indulgence. Luci was also very neurodivergent coded. Again, self indulgence)

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC, DNI IF KINK, NSFW, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST.

Title: The Cutest King of Hell

Word Count: 1249

Pairing: CG! Lilith x Little! Lucifer

Description: Playtime and a picnic for Little Luci! (Fluff!)

The Cutest King of Hell

Lucifer.  A daring, intelligent, cunning creature.  The first to introduce evil and disobedience to the so perfect human kind.  He had once been an angel, hand-crafted by God, and cast away from his first home.  But now, he was a king, the most powerful being in Hell…

But he also happened to be the cutest.

Lilith huffed affectionately as Lucifer pushed his rubber ducks along the floor.  Laying on his stomach, pacifier between his lips, white and yellow onesie equipped–no one could argue that he wasn’t just the sweetest, most innocent being Hell had ever seen.

Especially not Lilith.

She too sat on the floor, pushing the rubber ducks back towards Lucifer, as if they were swimming back down the lake of his pale blue playmat.  There were many other creatures along for the adventure too of course.  Some frogs, fish, and even a couple plastic dinosaurs had made it into Lucifer’s imaginary world.

Lilith knew all about the fallen angel’s imagination and creativity of course.  Perhaps it was the thing she adored most about him.  He could create infinite stories, creatures, and worlds in that perfect mind of his.  Even when regressed as young as this, he managed to maintain a clear enough objective in his play.  If his babbling was anything to go by, the ducks were meeting the dinos and toads for a picnic on a faraway island.  Called Ducky Island of course.

“What’s the duck say, Luci?” Lilith quizzed with a smile as she pushed one towards him to join the other rubber figures at their meet-up.

“Qwak!” the baby exclaimed, pushing it along.  “Qwak, qwak, qwak!”

Though the mimicry was muffled by the silicone in his mouth, his confidence and pride in the answer was evident by his eyes crinkling into a smile.

“That’s right,” Lilith smiled as well.

The Queen of Hell reached for the toy bin, where they kept all of Lucifer’s play toys.  FIshing around, it only took a moment for her fingers to land on yet another duckling.

“Here’s James Pond.  Is he going to the party too?”

“Yeah!” Luci giggled.  “Swim, swim, swim.”

“Off he goes, swimming and swimming,” Lilith agreed, pushing the tuxedo-wearing rubber duck in a circle then towards Lucifer.

Lucifer took over, gliding the duck in smooth patterns across the playmat.  Lilith watched, enjoying the play’s serenity.  Hell, a place of violence and punishment, didn’t see moments as simple as this.  If she were to simply step onto her doorstep, blood, swears, and devastation would greet her.  Inside however, in the nursery she had designed to protect from the horrors, the R-rated nonsense wouldn’t exist.  Here, the most complicated thing was figuring out how to keep Lucifer entertained for more than ten minutes.

“Looks like that picnic needs some food, Luci,” Lilith remarked, pointing to the congregation at ‘Ducky Island.’  “What would they like to eat?”

“Apple,” Lucifer replied, lining up several frogs with the other guests.

“How about apples with peanut butter?” Lilith suggested.

“Yummy!  And cookies?”�� 

“Of course.  Would you like to help me get it?”

“Mhm!”

Lucifer smiled behind his pacifier, placing the very last duck at the picnic gathering.  Then, using his hands for balance, he pushed himself to his feet with the grace of a baby deer.    

Lilith stood along with him, borrowing the elegance of a great stag.  Lucifer immediately grabbed her hand.  Holding himself close to her, he lightly leaned into her side for balance.  Lilith took it in stride, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as they ambled towards the kitchen.

  The plush carpet beneath their feet, the perfect crimson walls, and the occasional abandoned toy paved the way through the castle.  Lucifer’s babbling filled the royals’ desolate hallways.  An innocent, adorable sound, a stark contrast to the endless curses that would envelop anywhere else in Hell. 

Soon, Lucifer and Lilith arrived at the kitchen.  Like the nursery, it held all Lucifer’s essentials.  Baby bottles lined the countertops.  Several sippy cups and plastic plates had been abandoned in the sink to be washed.

“Let’s get your picnic and bring it back to Ducky Island,” Lilith said.

Even if he would inevitably make a mess of crumbs and peanut butter on his playmat, seeing the joy Hell’s little king derived from his picnics and play made the mess worth it.  

So, Lilith grabbed a couple apples from the pantry, along with a jar of peanut butter and a package of his favorite cookies.  Lucifer watched with big eyes and a smile beneath his pacifier.  He already extended his hands, silently requesting a sweet treat.

“Not until you finish your healthy food,” Lilith chastised lightly, tapping his nose playfully.  “Come on, let’s get your picnic ready.

Luckily, Lucifer wouldn’t have to wait long.  Within a minute, Lilith had sliced the apples and arranged them in the shape of a swan.  Luci’s eyes grew wide and lustered as he watched the snack take shape.  With a scoop of peanut butter plopped beside it, it was ready to be enjoyed. 

(The cookies, despite some pouting, remained in their box for now.)

Revitalized by the prospect of a delicious snack, Lucifer tugged on her hand, pulling her towards the nursery.  He was already babbling about how all his duckies would be thrilled to see the apple duck she had created.  Actually, it was a swan, but she didn’t bother correcting him; not only would it be pointless, his cuteness was too much to even remotely diminish.

As soon as they arrived at the playroom, Lucifer broke free from her hand holding; he rushed back to his toys on loose, uncoordinated steps.  He plopped down right in front of the ducks and dinosaurs, then popped his pacifier out of his mouth.  Mumbling incoherently, he patted his hand on the spot behind him–clearly demanding that snack time begins.

“Yes, I’m coming,” Lilith smiled, placing the dish on the mat beside him.  

Happily, Lucifer snatched an apple slice.  He took a bite before showing it to his toys.  He continued his baby-talk, and made dramatized munching sounds as his toys also digged into their lunch.  Lilith also may have stolen a couple sweet slices.

As predicted, peanut butter stickiness covered the mat.  Apple juice dripped off Luci’s chin.  Once the cookies were brought out, an ungodly amount of crumbs covered his onesie.  Nonetheless, the endearing giggles made the mess seem small enough.  As the snack slowly disappeared, Luci’s energy did the same. He yawned, scratching his eyes as his sluggish a hands and slurring babbles poked at his toys. Lilith, knowing naptime would soon follow, strode from her place on the floor over to the nightstand, where she wound his music box. By the time Lucifer had noticed she had temporarily left his side, the gentle notes already drifted through the nursery.

Lucifer stared up her, taking long and slow blinks as she scooped him off the floor. It seemed that playtime had sapped all his energy. Duckling picnics were very tiring work after all. As soon as his pacifier was replaced in his mouth, his head rested on her shoulder. The sound music box would last long enough to get the little king to sleep. But not without his lullaby added onto it. Soft lyrics danced with the ringing song.

“More than anything, more th anything, I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything. More than anything, more than anything, need you to know I love you more than anything.”

And every word was true.

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do you have any sick/snz headcanons for marina? if so, what are they? 💕

Anon my dear, this was such a lovely little ask! Super cute, I wrote quite a few so they’re beneath the cut but honestly I could babble on about these two for hours <3

Some Carina Headcanons

I feel like she’s the more likely of the two to get sick, mainly due to working in a hospital.

Despite feeling miserable, Carina becomes extra affectionate when she’s sick. She craves physical touch even if she hates the idea of getting Maya sick. So she’ll pretend to be stubborn about it but is secretly looking for the first chance to cuddle up her.

She’s similar to Maya in the sense she can be stubborn about being sent from work home sick - normally she’ll hide up in her office wanting to just power through and finish her day.

However if she’s sick and already at home then it’s a little easier to get her to call in.

When she finally gives in to rest, Carina loves being surrounded by cosy blankets and pillows. She’ll watch Italian films or listen to music from home to comfort herself.

When Carina catches a cold, she tends to have a very runny nose and frequent sneezing fits. Plus she either sneezes all cutesy and quiet or loud and harsh. There’s no inbetween with her.

She’ll try to stifle too, especially around others, even if she tells Maya that its bad for her when she does it.

It’s a little obvious whenever she doesn’t feel quiet herself because Carina goes quiet, both at work and at home. She’s a little more reserved and it’s obvious something’s up.

Carina definitely uses traditional Italian remedies when herself of Maya is sick. Personally she drinks lots of herbal teas with honey and lemon.

Continuing from that, she’s very pro-comfort food when people are sick and loves to cook or order in something that will make them feel better.

She also tends to take on a thicker accent whenever she’s not quite feeling 100% or when she is worried about Maya.

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Some Maya Headcanons

Maya is stubborn, we all know it. She’ll almost never come home or stay off work by her own choice. She is either sent home by her boss or Carina has had to try and convince her.

At the start of their relationship, Maya found something like sickness to be a burden and would (and still does but not as much) try to hide it from Carina.

She’s still not used to being looked after so unless she’s completely exhausted it takes her a while to settle into it.

However she seems to naturally know what Carina needs whenever she’s sick despite her being the only person she’s ever looked after before.

Maya usually never naps. Even at work she isn’t one to go and take a nap mid day so if she does, it’s a clear sign that something is up.

Maya’s illnesses tend to affect her throat/chest more than anything due to her job and the impacts of smoke inhalation over the years but if it is affecting her sinuses, she often will just sit near a tissue box or just shove a load into every pocket because she ends up going through tons of them.

She just tends to go quiet - Like Carina does. Especially at home where she’s usually chatty. If her throat hurts she’ll just sit quietly instead, reading a book silently instead of muttering the words under her breath.

I also feel like she forgets the basic tasks when she’s sick. She’ll do the normal stuff like forgetting to eat, drink ect but also small things like charging her phone or picking up groceries.

Secretly she loves showering/baths when she’s under the weather because she knows Carina will be extra gentle and often massage her head when she washes her hair for her.

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same anon asking for Blitzbee fic recommendations, tried to message you but unfortunately your account is set to only people you follow doing that.

but hmmm, I'd say my personal taste in fics are actually slow burns, I really like fics that focus on Blitzwing and Bee forming an unlikely relationship based on their 'home lives' in a sense of it, where neither are understood and often viewed as annoyances/loose canons leading both to a feeling of isolation and a mild desperation/willingness to connect with anyone even at the risk of 'treason' for interacting with the other side.

I also enjoy the progression for Blitzwing of seeing Bumblebee as a harmless amusement to him somehow becoming a bit of a hyper focus that causes the big bad con to develop some empathy and *gasp* morals.

Meanwhile Bee is just a cocky little bastard who refuses to accept Blitzwing as the actual threat he is and then feelings are caught when his view of the world is shifted and he finds out Decepticons are also actually just people with complex feelings and motivations (also bonus if break down of autobots 'all warbuilds are evil because' bs is broken down)

I realize now I'm rambling so apologies its just a very fun ship to babble about.

If I was to ask for any fic, if you could set one in your Nemesis AU that be amazing, the size difference you give in that is spectacular like omg I stare so politely.

Also the concept is just very fun to me and I'd love to see that au world expanded.

As for spicy content I don't really have any ideas? Sorry I'm actually terrible at writing it my only preferences are Blitz top and preferably consensual.

for ease if we keep talking like this I'll sign off as

Curiosity

GOD, of course I invited you to talk with me and then blocked you from doing that elekkeem 🌝 I think I fixed my messaging where I’ll get your stuff now, if you’d like to try again 😭 I swear I’m always this dysfunctional.

But anyway, your message here is good, true, andfantastic. I CRY. Your view on the ship is perfect and pure D,8

I LOVE when Blitzwing is stunned when his desire to squash the useless yellow gnat and be done with him is suddenly evaporated by the sudden realization this guy is slowly becoming the only thing in his life fun and full of life (and kind of precious if he’s being honest, ok???). Because their chemistry is crazy- they’re both wrekcless little freaks when left to their own devices, but full time loyal, fucked up little creatures to the ones closest to them. The handful Blitzwing can afford to let in to his life, even if ‘friends’ isn’t the word he’d use, and the few Bumblebee can make real connections with, when he’s a mischievous ant with a complex to make ‘something great’ of himself.

But he already IS great and bad boy Blitzwing needs to make it his immediate life’s goal to get that through to him and give him lots of love. (I ramble, too, you’re in good company)

I’m bad at stating my thoughts, I get overwhelmed when it’s my own emotions. But I typed and retyped something along the lines of how I’m noticing we have lots of similarities here in terms of what our favorite flavor of Blitzbee is 🩷🩷🩷 I bet lots of ppl who read this would agree with you and appreciate you throwing out there the love language of these complete messes of men✨

Does that mean my attempt to translate these tastes into fiction beside my ideas will make for good reading and also provide you a happy source of top Blitz/blitzbee? God, I HOPE so. You deserve it and I’m going to try.

I have the first chapter half written, because-

OH MY GOD, YOU LIKE MY AUTBOTS JOIN THE NEMESIS AU STUFF EKEKKEE

OoooOOOHhhh aAHHHHHHHH

I SCREEEEEEAM 💕💕💕 thank you???!!! That means so much to ME and makes me insanely happy, because I was so surprised when you said that, and I REALIZED how amazing it is to hear a thing like that. That I’ve got a thing going I didn’t imagine would become liked enough for a fic request for it.

I’m hoping to finish this first chapter by next Friday. Probably sooner than that? But I’m scared life won’t allow it. Thanks for your messages💕

(The other anons who messaged me, too, about some top Blitzwing fic stuff, I see you and I’m elated to hear from so many of you, thank you✨)

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Hiiiii!!!

Riddler x Reader request - here we gooooo!

Could you make something, where Eddie is a mess around the girl he just met? Like boy, he doesn’t know how to speak to ladies!

A/N: Yesss omd poor boy doesn't have a clue 😂💕 hope u like this anon - if anyone else has 2022 Batman requests send them innnn

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: The Batman Spoilers? Mentions of killing and villainous action hehe

• You two probably met in the diner or a bookshop or something

• He's minding his own business and gets up to leave until he bumps into you going the opposite way

• And he's just frozen

• His mind's like-

• ThErE's ThE pReTtIeSt GirL iVe EvEr SeEn StAnDiNg In FrOnT oF mE wHaT dO i Doaosfjadvina

• eddie.exe has stopped working.

• You smile and say hi, a little nervously, cus um

• He's not moving and his eyes are wide behind his glasses, so you're like-

• "Hi, uh... you okay there?"

• He blinks, nodding slowly.

• "I- yeah... no- I... hi... wow... um-"

• Lmao he's so dorky and adorable 🖤

• You introduce yourself, and he manages to stutter his name with flushed cheeks and a slight smile

• He's stunned, literally, because, amongst all the darkness and demons that make up Gotham, there's this angelic beauty talking to him

• Lol okay so can we just imagine him getting home after you two swap numbers and he scream-sings Ave Maria in a prayer of thanks 😂😂

• Girl, he's already in love. He's a yandere. He's obsessed. You're not getting rid of him now.

• You lucky thing 😛

• He's a pretty quiet and reserved guy when he's not being the Riddler anyway, but it takes him a while to actually function properly instead of being a blushing, babbling mess when you guys see each other or talk

• I love him, someone get me an Eddie 😊

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could you please do some headcannons for Jake and his regressor s/o? 💕

yes of course dear anon!! 💖

i hope you enjoy the below!! 💌

I think if you were in a relationship with Jake, he would spoil you rotten anyway. Buying you personalized jewelry, clothing and expensive perfumes and I don’t think that would stop if he had a regressor as a s/o either!

There’s a whole playroom in your home that Jake has fully kitted out with a dresser, wardrobe and all the toys you could ever want. He frequently loves taking you out to toy stores.

He’ll pull you close to him before you go in as you’re already giddy with excitement. Tilting your chin to look up at him and he tells you sternly, but fairly, “seeing as you’ve been so good for me, you can get anything you want little one, but you have to promise to hold my hand the whole time, okay?” You nod eagerly and practically drag him into the store.

As much as he loves to spoil you, he is also incredibly protective of you being his little one. You always have to hold his hand when you’re out in public and he won’t let you out of his sight, even at home.

He has an office set up just opposite your playroom where he can keep an eye on you. The door always has to be open so he can ensure you’re safe.

When he’s not working, he will gladly sit with you on your play mat and play with you, doing all of the silly voices and asking you all sorts of questions. Hearing you babble on to him about the worlds you’ve created makes him grin from ear to ear with pride.

He loves sitting you on his lap and going through Etsy to find you all sorts of new clothes and personalized pacifiers. Your favorites that you own is one that says “J.S.” and another saying “J’s Princess”.

Skin on skin contact is incredibly important for Jake, especially when you regress. He loves taking baths with you. He’ll let you play on your own in the bath for a while with the new bath toys he got you and then he’ll slip in behind you and press you to his chest while he washes you.

In the evenings, you curl up onto his chest, pressing skin to skin and he’ll read you a story with your stuffie clutched tightly in your hand. Again, he does all of the voices and brings the whole story to life.

He’s stern, but fair. He loves to be playful with you, but if you squeal a bit too loudly one evening when he treats you to reading another story, he’ll calmly remind you, “indoor voice, sweetheart. Listen to Daddy read or you won’t get sleepy and you’ll be up all night.”

He calls you his “sweetheart”, “little one” or “princess”.

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Hi! You probably don't know me but I utterly adore you and your blog 😍 can you pls sth about dad! Rúben based on a pic where he's like on holiday with his wife and daughter and he's like looking out of the window with his baby, like sharing a really cute moment. Thank youuuuuu I love youuuu ❤❤❤ (I can send you the pic if you want) TONY

OMG you’re so kind, you’re gonna make me emotional my dearest TONY anon! 💓💓💓 you and your request with dad! Rúben have really made my day! LOVE YOU LOTS! And I hope you’ll like this!💗💕

Portuguese holidays.

Rúben Dias x Y/N

Summary: This is how your Portuguese holidays start: surrounded by family and love, in a dreamy house and with a beautiful surprise too.

Warnings: a few sexual innuendos at the end, that’s it!

gif credits to @ruben-dias

Isabel Dias was the sun in yours and Rúben’s lives. She was such a cute little girl, with light brown hair just like her dad had when he was a baby, and the biggest, roundest Y/E/C eyes. She had the same soft look her father had in his brown orbs, and her kindness showed even through her simple actions. She wasn’t even one yet, and you all were completely smitten with her.

 Isabel was born last year on the 25th of July, and she indeed was a little Leo girl. She had a strong personality and she was a natural leader, you could already tell as she bossed her dad and uncle around; but that was probably too easy even for her, because Rúben and Ivan fought most of the time to gain her attention. You loved to see how much your baby girl was comfortable around Rúben’s family, and you were absolutely ecstatic at the thought you would be spending all summer, including Isa’s first birthday, with them in Portugal.

 You decided it was fair for your little family to be spending the summer holidays in your boyfriend’s home country; you knew how much family meant to Rúben, and how much he missed it when he was in Manchester, since he only had his brother there with him apart from you and Isa. And this showed when you explained your idea to him, because as soon as you asked him what he thought about going to Portugal for the summer, you could see his eyes sparkle with pure joy.

 That joy never left his spirit not even for a second; if it was possible it only increased once you landed in Portugal. His parents were already waiting for you at the airport, and you could see their happy faces as soon as they saw you walk towards them: you were holding Isabel by her chubby hands as she was still wobbly on her little legs, since she started taking her first steps not too long ago; Rúben walked by your side with your bags in his hands and his eyes focused on his daughter’s movements, as he encouraged her like he would always do.

 “Good job princesinha!” he told his daughter with his high pitched, sweet voice that he reserved just for her, “Look at you, you’re doing so good!”

 “C’mon Isa, just a few steps more and you can hug your grandparents, c’mon!” you told her as you caressed the back of her hands with your thumbs, watching as her face scrunched up in concentration, another trait she picked from Rúben.

 “Olá Isabel! Hi!” Rúben’s mother showered Isabel with kisses as soon as she was in her arms, “You grew up so much little one!”

 Your boyfriend circled your waist with his arm as the two of you were watching the sweet exchange between your daughter and her grandparents; her avós, that was how Rúben called them to try and teach her some portuguese words, even if she was only babbling as for now. Of course it wasn’t the first time they saw her, they were in Manchester with you when Isa was born, but it would always be something special to see them reunite, to see Isabel bond with them and get acquainted with her portuguese roots.

 “When did she get so big??” Rúben murmured as he looked at your daughter laughing, as his father tickled her belly.

 “I was wondering the same thing really,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder, “she looks so at ease with them.”

 “She does!” he agreed, “I wouldn’t want to sound too eager but… do you know what that means?”

 “I don’t really, no,” you shook your head smiling as you turned your head to look at him, “but tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours?? I can see the cogs turning.”

 “That means that mummy and daddy can finally have some alone time while we’re here,” your boyfriend said, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking down at you, “like… I could whisk you away for a romantic dinner, and we could finally enjoy a real date, only me and you…”

 “This sounds so tempting…” you wrapped your hands around his arm, pressing your forehead to his shoulder and leaving small kisses on his warm skin as you inhaled his scent; as you raised your face to look at him again, you bit your lower lip at the thought of finally spending some time alone with Rúben. It felt like you didn’t have a proper date night in forever, between his job and his full working schedule, and the little girl that was still giggling in her grandpa’s arms; the two of you were living off little moments snatched here and there when Rúben was home and Isa was asleep peacefully in her crib.

 “It does,” he assured, winking at you, “we could even go tonight if you feel like it, I’m sure my parents won’t mind having Isa with them on her first night here… and there’s Ivan too with them, in case they’d need a hand…”

 “Yeah, yeah that would be the perfect way to start our holiday!” you nodded enthusiastically, before a giant yawn escaped your lips, “Might have to take a nap before we go though…”

 “Well we can go home now and rest, Isa needs to eat and take her nap too by the way.” he said, pressing his lips to your temple in the most caring gesture ever, “Then when we’re done we can leave her with my parents and go out…”

 “Sounds like a plan…” you sleepily smiled at him, intertwining your hand with his bigger one and lacing your fingers together, walking behind Rúben’s parents and watching Isa play with her grandma’s hair.

 “Don’t hurt your nana princess.” Rúben warned Isabel as he watched her every move.

 “Oh don’t worry Rúben, she’s just playing, she won’t hurt me I’m sure…” his mother smiled softly at him, loving her son’s caring side.

 “I wouldn’t be so sure about that mum, she’s crazy for hair, she manages to pull on mine too, not to mention on Y/N’s longer ones…” Rúben playfully narrowed his eyes at Isabel while he poked her little nose with his finger, “So be aware of my princesinha…” he joked as Isa was making grabby hands to go in her father’s arms, ending up in yours instead as Rúben had to carry your luggage.

 “When we’re home I’ll give you all the cuddles in the world little one, now be good to your mum, because she’s tired okay?” Rúben talked to Isa as you walked side by side, and the little girl in your arms was listening to every word he was saying nodding her head as she wrapped her arms around your neck.

 Luckily it didn’t take long for you all to get to the house you rented for your holidays; you didn’t know if it was because you were tired or because you couldn’t wait to get there, but as soon as you stepped inside you fell in love with the place. You were surrounded by white walls and furniture, the wooden floor was a stark contrast to the light colors of the house, but the giant windows enlightened perfectly the space around you. The house was perfect, it was like you always imagined a house in Algarve would be; and you couldn’t wait to spend the whole summer there.

 “Do you like it?” Rúben asked you as he left the bags by the door.

 “Like it?? Rúben I love it!” you couldn’t contain your happiness, and it showed by the big smile on your lips.

 “I knew you would, that’s why I chose this house…” he hugged you and kissed your cheek tenderly, before he pecked Isa’s cheek too as she was still in your arms.

 “Do you know how much I love you??” you turned your face towards him, and bumped your nose with his while you looked him straight in the eyes.

 “Not more than I love you for sure…” he murmured, almost as if he was out of breath, before he kissed you softly, lovingly on your lips.

 That sweet moment between the two of you was cut short by two little hands pushing your faces apart; Isa was looking at you two with a frown on her face, before she dived her head in between yours and Rúben’s faces, in a clear signal she was the one who wanted all the kisses to herself.

 “You’re right baby girl, I promised you cuddles, and cuddles it is!” your boyfriend said, circling both you and Isa with his arms and pressing countless kisses on both of your faces.

 Once the first cuddles session of the day was over and after you had your lunch, it was time for Rúben to show you what would have been your room for the holidays. As soon as he opened the door, your jaw fell to the floor; you put Isabel down to let her crawl around and explore the room, while you couldn’t believe the beauty you were seeing. The room was full of light, coming from the big windows that were right in front of the bed; a king sized bed, with delicate white linen sheets and what looked like the most comfortable satin cushions, was at your right as you made a few steps in the room in awe of what you were seeing in front of you: the most beautiful view appeared before your eyes, as you stood in front of the window walls.

 After Rúben made sure that Isabel was peacefully sleeping in her crib, finally taking her nap, he walked up behind you, taking his hands out of his shorts’ pockets to rest them on your hips.

 “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” he asked you, referring to the ocean view that was displayed in front of your eyes.

 “It is, I-I’m speechless…” you stuttered as you put your hands on top of his that were still on your waist.

 “I can tell,” Rúben half laughed in your neck, as he pressed kisses here and there on your soft skin, “do you wanna lay down for a bit? We could enjoy the view even from our bed amor...”

 “Yeah, I could definitely use some rest…” you whispered as you leant your head back against his chest, closing your eyes as you relished in the feeling of Rúben’s loving touch.

 As soon as he heard your words he took you in his strong arms and carried you to bed, gently laying you down before he laid down beside you; he then opened his arms and patted his chest with his hand, inviting you to lay your head on him. And that’s exactly what you did, you curled up against his body, resting your head on his chest that was barely covered by his tank top; Rúben circled your waist with his arms once again, while he left feather light kisses in your hair, and gently lulling you to sleep.

 He acknowledged he fell asleep too, only when Isabel started babbling in her crib, waking him up. He never was a light sleeper, but since your daughter was born it was like he had an instinct that told him when she would need him.

 When he turned his head towards Isa’s crib, after he opened his eyes, he saw her smiling at him and he felt like his heart was going to burst of happiness. He slowly unwrapped his arms from around you, and kissed the tip of your nose while he removed some strands of hair that had fallen before your eyes; he then got out of bed, shaking his arms that had fallen asleep after they held you in the same position for probably too long. He covered you up with a comforter, thinking you’d need something to stay warm, seen as you would always rely on him to keep you warm, even during summer times.

 “Olá bebezinha…” he murmured to Isabel, as she started to jump on her legs, leaning with her hands on the crib’s edge, “Ohh looks like someone wants to get out of her bed now!” he breathed a laugh through his nose making Isabel giggle too, “Shhh little girl, we don’t want to wake mummy yet, do we?” Rúben took your daughter in his arms and smooched her face as she snuggled into his chest.

 After they had their faire share of cuddles once again, Isa pointed to the window wall, silently telling her dad that she wanted to stand closer to the window. Rúben laughed at that, thinking that she loved the sea probably as much as you did; he let Isabel stand on her chubby feet and guided her to stand in front of the window, taking small steps just like she did.

 He let her stand on her own, as she leaned her tiny hands against the glass while she looked out of the window. He watched her and laughed at her unknown words. Isabel was extremely curious, and she was so smart, Rúben wasn’t really surprised when he looked at her and saw her talking in her own language, while she moved her hands around to point at things, a habit she took from him nonetheless.

 “You like the sea hm? Your mummy likes it too…” he told Isabel, sweetly smiling at her as she smiled back at him. As if you heard them talk about you, you silently stirred in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes. You thought you were still dreaming as you observed Rúben and Isabel interact in front of the window; he was sat right beside her, looking at her with the most precious smile on his lips, watching how she was slowly discovering the world that was out of that window wall.

 Luckily for you, your phone was laying on the bed right beside you, and you could grab it without them noticing; you couldn’t resist the urge to take a picture of them, as you wanted to capture that moment forever. You snapped countless pictures of the two of them; after you did that, you locked your phone and placed it on the bed once again to watch them and how they were engrossed in each other.

  “You know how we call it here? We call it mar.” you heard Rúben whisper to Isabel, while he observed how her facial features showed concentration as she was attentively listening to her dad’s words.

 “M-mar?” the word came tentatively out of Isabel’s mouth while she looked out of the window once again.

 “Yeah, yeah baby it’s- wait what??” Rúben’s head snapped in his daughter’s direction, as he looked at her with wide eyes.

 “Mar!” Isabel replied, giggling this time as she found her father’s face amusing.

 “Rúben did she just say her first word???” you shot up to seat on the bed, immediately getting out of it to reach your boyfriend and daughter to fully live that moment with them.

 “I-I think she did!” he replied, still seemingly shocked by his daughter saying her first word.

 “Isa can you say it again?” you softly asked her as you sat in Rúben’s lap, gently caressing her hair.

 She looked at you for a moment, but when she didn’t say a word you thought she was never going to tell that word to anybody that wasn’t her father, she was a daddy’s girl after all and that wasn’t a mystery. That was until she climbed up your legs to sit on your lap, and after you cradled her against your chest, Isabel pointed her little finger to the endless stretch of blue water and said “Mar!”

 “Oh my God! Yes! Yes sweetheart, mar! That’s the sea!” you smiled the biggest you could as you heard her speak her first word once again, “You’re so smart little one, such a good girl!” you praised her as Rúben watched the two of you, with his chin leaning on your shoulder from behind and the purest smile ever on his face.

 “Looks like I won the bet then…” Rúben murmured in your ear, smirking as he thought back at the bet you two made: you bet Isabel’s first word would have been an English one, while Rúben had a feeling her first word would have been a Portuguese one, ‘pai’ to be precise as he secretly hoped she would have called him ‘dad’ in his mother tongue. And apparently his gut instinct was right, even if the word wasn’t what he imagined it would be.

 “Apparently you did…” you said as you leaned your head against him, to let him press a few kisses down your jaw, “But still, she didn’t say ‘pai’.” you sniggered as you made fun of him.

 “What do you say about making another bet then?” he lowered his voice almost to a growl as he asked you his question.

 “Another? Babe you’ve literally just won this one!” you laughed as you watched Isabel crawl around the room once again.

 “Yes, that’s your price to pay for losing. You have to bet against me another time…” he said as his kisses were going down your neck now, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

 “What do you wanna bet on then?” you said, almost out of breath.

 “I bet that even if Isa didn’t call me ‘pai’ yet,” his breath fanned against your heated skin as he spoke, before you felt his lips brush against your shoulder as he continued, “You’ll call me ‘daddy’ after our date, tonight, when it’s only me and you…”

 “I’ll never let you win twice in a day Dias.” you smirked as you looked at him over your shoulder.

 “Looks like we have a deal then.” he said, tightening his hold on your hips.

 “Deal.”

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Reader being needy for yuuta and yuuta being so mean to reader 🥺 i love ur write, thank you!

warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, mean!yuuta, needy! reader, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, possessiveness (?), both reader and Yuuta are +18

A/N: aaaaaah anon thank you 🥺🥺 I'm glad you enjoy my writting 😖😭💕 hope you like it, I'm sorry I took a little longer than expected

tagging: @laraazoldyck @noritoshiikamo @iwaizumini @savantsoulfinder

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"You were begging for it, you know, right?"

His voice was sharp and angry, his thrusts against your sloppy cunt fast and harder. You couldn't control your mewlings, but who are you to complain about him and his facade.

Much for your pleasure, and much for his own displeasure, you were enjoying it.

Well, how could you not be needy towards him? How could you not desire his hands on your body, dick buried inside your pussy just to make you feel immeasurable good?

That's how you managed to get him in this state. You teased him the whole day. Either hugging him from behind just to say how needy you were for him, either flicking through his clothed body just to watch the growing bulge in between his legs. And he snapped once you get home, that's how you ended on all fours at your shared bed and him using your body like you were a ragdoll

"Yu-yuta a-ah!" You felt tears filling up your globes. A strand and limpid drop falling through your cheeks. "Need you, need you, a-ah!"

"You're telling me this is not enought?" He purred against your earlobe, his teeth teasing and nibbling your soft skin. A menace indeed, needless to say that he planned to reduce you to nothing but a babbling mess.

"Dear y/n, you're such a slut for my cock. Teasing me like the whore you are, how annoying" you moaned at the contrast of his sweet and rude words, just as he pushed again inside you with one hard thrust. He clashed onto your skin, his claws marking you everywhere. "What a sight for my eyes to look at, your body is mine. And I'll take what's mine."

"All. Mine." Each word ponctuated with a rought movement of his hips. And, of course, you couldn't help but scream at how close you were to your high. He knew you were close, that's why he went faster.

"M'close, m'close, s'good" You gasped, air running out from your lungs when you fisted the mattress. He made you feel so good, and now you were reaching the release you need the most. "Gonna cum, gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, my lovely whore, cum for me" he cooed and the knot on your belly snapped, your sight turned white and he grunted at how tight your cunt held him inside.

When you came, he longed for his own release. He montioned like he were a man in a hurry, he desperatly needed his own orgasm by now. That sight of your being nothing a mess under him made Yuuta insane on his desire. Not to mention how you teased him all day.

He left out a low tone moan when his load filled your pussy. His cock throbbing agaisnt your wars, and you whimpered at the feeling. You laid back on him, skin against skin and it felt so warm.

It was undeniable that he loved you. But when you thought you were ready to sleep with him after all, you felt his dick hard again rubbing your ass cheeks.

"My love" You could hear the grin he wore on his lips by the way his hands hovered through your body. "We're not done yet, I'll feel you up again and again tonight, weren't you so needy? Who am I but someone who's here to fulfill your desires?"

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

hello, I had a really shitty day as well. my anxiety was through the roof, and I carry my nerves in my stomach, so even though I feel much better after talking with some people close to me, my stomach is dealing with the aftermath. anyway, I'm not sure if you would fit this into one of the universes, but maybe you could write something where she is anxious because her mind cannot stop overthinking some of her biggest fears. I'm sorry if this was too specific you, you can change it if you want.

oh dear anon i'm so sorry to hear that 🥺 i hope today has been better!! this also got way longer than i intended, but i felt it was perfect for the regular au. i hope you like it and i hope it brings you some joy today, love 💕

Jake is leaving for a six-month deployment tomorrow. with the possibility of an extension. and Ronnie is trying to just grin and bare it. be the honorable, calm, stable, dependable military wife she signed up to be. for his sake. for the kids' sake.

but she can feel it roiling around inside her like a storm. settling in her gut, filling it with acid or fire or something else that burned. something that turned everything sour and made it impossible to go about her day. unable to tear her eyes away from his bag ready to go by the door and the dishes that were already piled in the sink. god, why did the dishes just never end?

luckily, Maisie and Noah were in school. they would come home and their dad would already be gone. they got to say their goodbyes at the bus stop that morning with Jake telling them to be good and write in the journals he gave them.

there were only thirty minutes until he would be gone. until she would be left alone with three kids and a house and a dog. sure, his mom was just down the road. but it wasn't the same. it wasn't what she really wanted.

what if he didn't come back? what if he got injured? what if something happened here when it was just her? all these thoughts and more swirled and tumbled and crashed together as she stared at the dirty bottles and plates in the sink. these goddamn dishes.

Jake came down the hallway from the nursery with Rhodes on his hip. he was grinning at the baby babble, but his eyes looked sad. Rhodes was only one. it was almost guaranteed with so much time apart he would forget Jake in some way. Ronnie watched from the spot she seemed glued to in the kitchen as Jake kissed his son's chubby cheek one last time. as he smoothed his fingers over his dark head of hair. then as he set Rhodes down on the floor to play and turned to his wife.

she didn't mean to start crying. to weep and gasp for breath and fall against the island counter. she wanted to be strong. she wanted to send him off with a smile and a promise that everything was going to be alright. but what if it wasn't alright? what if?

Jake shushed her as he pulled her into his arms. he cradled her head to his chest and swore that he was coming back to her. back to their family. he told her that he loved her and she felt it in her bones. in the violent sea that had taken refuge in her insides.

"come back to me, Captain Seresin."

"i'll try, darlin'. i'll always try."

and that was all she could ask of him.

[kaaytea]

Hello! can I ask for a headcanon or drabble (anything is fine)! for being Tsukishima Kei older sister (by a year or two if possible so they are in the same school). Thank you so much!!

Being Tsukki's (and Akiteru's) Sister

A/n: I lOve this concept which is why this is a tad bit long lmao. I rarely write for Tsukki, so this was very refreshing! I hope you enjoy it, anon 💕

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Tsukki acts like he hates his older siblings

(Spoiler: he doesn't, he's secretly just as sappy as you and Akiteru are, though he'd rather die than let anyone find out—especially you and Teru)

When he was younger he absolutely adored you!

You and Teru were like his best friends, so he was always hanging around one of you—not that you or your older brother minded much

When he was really young you and Akiteru would take turns reading him stories before bed

It was super sweet because he'd always fight to stay awake so he could spend more time with the two of you

Reading him bedtime stories wore off as he got older, but that didn't mean your sibling relationship was thinning

You guys found other ways to hang out—one of which being picking him up from volleyball club to walk him home

These walks became utterly precious to you; It was the time Kei would babble on about volleyball, his eyes lighting with excitement as he expressed everything he wanted to tell Akiteru when he got home

Of course not all good things tend to stay

You had found out Akiteru was lying about his position on Karasuno's team early on and of course he begged you to keep it a secret

You didn't exactly like the idea of lying to your baby brother; he looked up to Akiteru and if Kei found out about Teru's "small fib" he'd be crushed

Nothing can compare to the terrible twisting in your heart as you attempted to stop Kei from going to that Karasuno volleyball game; you watched helplessly as he left the house, calling over his shoulder that you were acting weird, and hurried down the street to meet his friend

The day Tsukki watched Akiteru sit in the cheering section was the end of your strong bonds

It didn't take long for him to connect your insistence on him staying home to the fact that you knew and were lying to him just like Akiteru was

He started acting distant after that day

Because of his . . . Odd relationship with his older siblings, he tends to avoid you on his first day at Karasuno

Which hurt a bit, you were hoping to get the honor of walking him to his first day of highschool (the event being even more monumental for you because it was your last first day of highschool)

Actually, the only time you saw Tsukki the entire first week of school was at dinner after he came home from volleyball

He left the house earlier than you, always avoided you during lunch break, and then was stuck in his club while you walked home

You hadn't had a conversation longer than 5 minutes or anything other than greetings/goodnights

Your mother tried to reassure you that he was probably just adjusting to being in high school, but it still hurt to wave at your little brother in the hall only for him to turn away

If Kei wasn't going to acknowledge you, you had to suck up your tears and let it go

Except you didn't and the next thing you did was more or less impulsive

You were going up the stairs to the third years hall after a meeting with a teacher when you spotted three figures you knew to be on the volleyball team—two of which being the Captain and Vice Captain

It was a silly thing to do, but your body moved faster than your mind and suddenly you found yourself tapping Sawamura on the shoulder

Daichi turned to look at you, a confused but pleasant smile on his face—the groups chatter quieted down the second you grabbed their Captain's attention (Sugawara was elbowing Asahi playfully, to them this low-key looked like it was going to be some kind of confession, one that they would tease their friend about later)

Daichi asked if you needed something and that's when you verbally slapped all three boys in the face with your, very much not a confession of love, question

"Is Kei doing alright?" That's what you asked, to which Daichi looked at you slightly concerned

Players don't often talk about their family life, so maybe Tsukishima had something going on at home that the team didn't know about, which worried him because why would Tsukki's sister be asking him if he was ok?

Noticing Sawamura's silence, you explained the situation a bit (which seemed to only make his eyes look sadder as you talked)

Daichi confirmed that Kei seemed fine—Suga jumped in confirming the statement saying he spends a lot of time with the first years

The Captain and Vice Captain's reassurance made you feel a bit better, so you thanked them for taking care of Kei and went about your school day

Your talk with the Volleyball third years seemed to have slipped to the rest of the team because when your brother came home he was anything but pleased about it

"Did you really go to my Captain and ask about me?"

"Yes, but-"

"Do you know how embarrassing it was to have him address me in front of the entire team?!"

"Kei-"

"Stop forcing yourself into my life! I'm fine on my own."

Ouch :(

Your mom jumped in to defuse the situation, but what was said, was said and Kei couldn't take his words back

You really gave up on trying to connect with him after that

Two weeks after the uh . . . Situation, you just arrived home and sped towards your room to flop on your bed and pretend you were sinking into a void

But as you passed Kei's room you noticed a black duffle bag sitting near his desk

He forgot his volleyball bag

Despite your strained relationship, you were still a good sister and decided to bring it to him

Stepping into the volleyball gym created an ache in your heart as you remembered the days you'd be picking up your baby brother from practice—that was when he still greeted you with a tight hug around your waist, followed by an onslaught of information about his day

You spotted Kei in the far corner of the gym stretching with Yamaguchi and you were just about to approach him when you were stopped by two of the players—a boy with a bleached strand of hair and one who looked like your stereotypical punk

They bombArdeD you with questions

"Who are you?" "Are you a new manager?" "Are you a spy from another school?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Would you go on a date with me?"

Surprisingly, your little brother came to save the day as he promptly told his senpai's to, "Please stop flirting with my older sister, it's weird and looks clingy."

Once the whirlwind of Tananoya was gone, Tsukki even had the heart to ask if you were alright, how thoughtful :)

You said you were fine, gave him his bag, and wished him luck with practice before heading home

Later that night after dinner, you were sitting at your desk working on some homework when your bedroom door opened

Kei walked in with a book, took a spot on your bed and quietly started reading

Listen, it didn't seem like much but BOY WERE YOU ABOUT TO BURST INTO TEARS

You're not really sure what changed that day, but Kei slowly started to open up to you

You started walking to school together, you had lunch with him and Yamaguchi at least once a week, AND you met him halfway on his walk home from volleyball practice so you could walk the rest of the way together

You started going to his games too!

After the first Seijoh match you were the one to comfort him

And at the Shiratorizawa match you and Akiteru were the first people to greet him (complete with pulling him into a tight hug while Teru was half sobbing next to the two of you)

[peonyblossom]

4. empty wine bottles?

Wine Drunk

Book: Open Heart (sometime in Book 2, before the senator attack)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Sadie Oakley)

Words: 806

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Swearing (fits into PG-13 guidelines)

Summary: When Sadie goes over to Ethan's place to help work on a case after-hours, they both get a little too wine drunk to be productive.

A/N: SO sorry it took me so long to get to this anon !!! I got sick and then I had finals but I am alive and well and finally posting your fic hehe. ALSO since you didn't specify a ship, I figured I'd do my most popular first, but I also have a plan for a Thomas Hunt x f!MC (Jackie Hunt) fic that I should be posting in a couple days and will link here when it's ready!  EDIT: Here is the link to the Thomas x f!MC fic💕

A/N 2: This request is from this prompt list. Feel free to send me requests from this list or any other ones I reblog!

A/N 3: Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge May Day 16 "You're so drunk" (appears in bold).

AO3 link here

Taglist: @rookiemartin

“Okay, we aren’t getting much of anywhere right now, so I’m going to send you all home. Take a break for the night and come back tomorrow morning ready to try again.” Ethan told the team, late at night. They had gotten a new case early that morning and had already exhausted all of the most obvious tests and possibilities. June and Baz cleared out quickly, but Sadie hung around.

“What are the chances of you taking a break tonight?” She asked Ethan.

“This patient needs answers.” Ethan packed up his stuff, including all of the information they had on the patient in question.

“And you need sleep,” Sadie argued. Ethan didn’t respond, only continued gathering his things. Sadie sighed, “At least let me help.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Ethan looked Sadie in the eyes.

“Seriously? Come on, you aren’t going to figure this out by yourself.” Ethan glared at Sadie so she continued, “Oh, sorry, I forgot that men have the worst egos. I’m still right, though!”

“I’m serious, Sadie.” 

“So am I! You aren’t going to diagnose this patient in one night, all by yourself. Please, let me help you.” 

Ethan sighed. “Fine. But this has to stay professional.”

“No, of course. This is solely for the patient.” Sadie tried to hide her smile, looking away from Ethan as she gathered her things.

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Hours later, they were still on the couch in Ethan’s apartment, which was now littered with pages from the patient file and two empty wine bottles. They had been drinking while bouncing ideas off of each other, paying little attention to just how much wine they consumed. Somehow, they were still trying to diagnose the patient, despite their brains not being anywhere near the doctor quality they were capable of. 

“No, what if it’s– what if it’s… fuck, what is it? It’s the, um, it’s the… no, wait… no, I think we said that one already. And we ruled it out ‘cause of the thingy… the, the rash thingy!” Sadie babbled, holding her half-empty wine glass. 

Ethan looked at her fondly before laughing as he said, “You’re so drunk.”

“No! No, ‘cause we drank the same amount, so if I’m drunk, you’re also drunk!” Sadie placed her glass on the coffee table. 

“Not as drunk as you are.” Ethan smirked.

“That’s sexist.”

“How…” Ethan cut himself off with his laughter. “How is that sexist?”

“‘Cause you’re saying you can handle alcohol better than me ‘cause– and that’s, um, that’s ‘cause you’re a man.” Sadie gestured her now free hands around as though to help prove her point somehow. 

Ethan held Sadie’s hands in his own and looked her in the eye. “I promise you, that’s not why. It’s just that I’m better… than most people.”

Sadie smiled before dissolving into giggles. “Yeah.” She continued giggling. “Yeah, you are.” 

The two stared into each other’s eyes, still holding hands, before leaning forward and kissing each other. It didn’t take long for them to disconnect their lips.

“We shouldn’t–” Ethan started.

“Yeah, we’re, um, we’re both drunk.” Sadie removed her hands from Ethan’s grasp. “I should probably go–”

“You could stay–”

“Are you sure?” Sadie met Ethan’s eyes again.

“Yeah, that should be–”

“We can share the bed though, right?” 

“Yeah, that’d be– that’d be fine.”

“Just ‘cause we’re both drunk, and we wanna be, like, the best we can be tomorrow.”

“Right, just, like, get a good night’s sleep,” Ethan confirmed.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

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The next morning, Sadie woke up in Ethan’s bed, her head pounding. She heard Ethan in the kitchen doing god-knows-what way too early in the morning. 

“He really can handle his alcohol better than me,” Sadie mumbled to herself as she slowly got out of bed.

She made her way to the kitchen, rubbing her eyes in response to the bright lights in the room, despite the fact that it was still dark outside. In the kitchen, Ethan is making them both breakfast and a cup of hot coffee is already waiting for Sadie on the counter. 

“I always forget you can cook,” Sadie mused, sitting down at the counter and grabbing her coffee.

Ethan turned around startled at her presence. “Look, about last night–”

“No, it’s– it doesn’t matter. What happened last night… happened last night, okay? It’s in the past.”

“Are you sure?” Ethan looked at Sadie quizzically.

“Yes. We were drunk. I do stupid things when I drink. It’s fine,” Sadie reassured him, causing him to smile. 

Ethan turned back to the stove and plated the food, placing one plate in front of Sadie. “I only made you breakfast because I’m a good host.”

Sadie laughed. “Your ego really is the worst! But thank you.”

She bit her lip, staring down at the food, not noticing how fondly Ethan was looking at her.