#I said this in the tags of a gif set I reblogged a bit ago

[megamindsecretlair]

Aht aht aht. The vampire Tyrone said that the things he was gonna do to the reader was gonna make the devil jealous. I need details please, if you feel me!!!

A/N: Don't be quoting my fics back at me LOL. I'm gon take this lightly, but let's remember that I am not a smut machine. LOL

A Seduction at Midnight Chapter 3

Pairing: Vampire!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH. Use of n-word. Reader is tied up with cuffs, fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), PIV (unprotected), cursing, AU Tyrone, Toxic Tyrone. Dark fic. Dirty talk. One mention of spanking. Possession kink, pet names. Mentions of stalking and manipulation. blood, over stimulation, Mean-ish reader.

Summary: A chance meeting at a club introduced you to the enigmatic Tyrone. He was interesting in ways that you weren't expecting. After inviting you to a exclusive party at his place, Tyrone promises a night of pure carnal delights.

Word Count: 4,172k

Midnight Sin Masterlist

A/N: Okay, let's see what these crazy kids get up to! I guess, this is kind of OC? Is it OC if I invented a tiny backstory? I'm still getting the hang of fic writing. Since this taglist is getting so big, please give me a headcount of who still wants to be tagged for Vamp Tyrone or who only wants normal Tyrone. I don't tag ageless blogs. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! Ageless blogs get blocked.

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Mistakes were made. Your wrists were tied and suspended above you on a chain you did not see when you first walked in. You knelt on the bed in a growing puddle of your own arousal, knees spread wide. You felt how wet you were. It leaked out of you, trailing down your thighs. 

You shook nearly in time with the grandfather clock. Each new chime was another hour passed while Tyrone played with you. Perhaps, you didn’t really know what you were signing up for. 

Tears sprung from your eyes. You sniffled. It was too much sensation, too many nerves, too much pleasure. He had not stopped after your previous orgasms for the audience. No, he kept going. Pushing you past your limits. 

“Still with me?” You turned to the sound of his voice but couldn’t see him. He had taken off your mask ages ago and replaced it with a blindfold. It was snug against your face, damp with your tears. 

“Yes,” you whispered. 

Tyrone trailed a feather against your skin and it was like he set you on fire. You hissed and jerked away from him, crying. The chain clinked loudly in your ear.

“Aw, don’t try to get away,” Tyrone said and chuckled. He leaned in and kissed your cheek. Even that shit was sensitive. 

“P-please,” you whispered. 

“Please what? Say it where I can hear you,” he said. 

You leaned your head against your raised arms. They were starting to hurt, but the last time you asked him to lower the chain, he fingered you until you came two more times. You couldn’t possibly have another one to give. 

The feather tickled your neck and you twisted, falling forward a bit. Tyrone caught you and righted you. But his grip was too much. You cried out and Tyrone shushed you.

“Shh, shh, where we at baby?” He asked.

“Y-yellow,” you said, cursing yourself. You should just end this. But you did not want this evening to end. For once, your brain shut off and Tyrone handled everything. The sounds he elicited from you were sinful. You didn’t know you could beg and scream and cry as often as you did tonight.

“Are you sure? You’re so messy,” he said slowly. His fingers grazed your pussy and you desperately clenched, needing to be filled. You moaned moving your hips forward, yearning for him to end your torment. 

“Hmm, you’re so wet,” he purred in your ear. “I bet I would have to fight to stay inside, huh?” Tyrone licked your neck. 

“No, no,” you said. If he’d just give you the dick, you would lock your legs around him and never let go. You licked your lips, still feeling a bit rubbed raw after the last time you sucked his dick. 

Tyrone kissed down your neck, around your shoulders, towards your chest. He palmed your breasts, rubbing them slowly and running his thumbs across your nipples. Your whole body shivered. 

You still felt his hands everywhere. Your body tingled from everything he had done to you tonight. Like phantom hands still massaged you, molded you, broke you in half like a pretzel. 

His mouth replaced his thumb. He latched his mouth to your left nipple, swirling his tongue around it. 

“S-shit,” you sniffled. You didn’t have enough air in your lungs to yell. He dipped his fingers into your pussy, pumping two long fingers in and out of you. 

“Got another one for me?” He asked. His breath fanned across your wet nipple and you moaned. 

“N-no,” you moaned. Hell, this couldn’t be real. You didn’t want to wake up if it wasn’t. He was ruining you for any other man. What human could compete with this level of stamina? Tyrone had sounded calm and collected all night. Except for when he was fucking your mouth. He never sounded more gorgeous than the few little “fucks” that kept escaping him. 

He flicked his tongue lazily against your nipple. Once he got it into a tight nub, he moved on to the right nipple. He paid just as much attention to that one as he still pumped his fingers.

It was as if with every plunge, he was calling your orgasm to the surface. Dragging it from the depths of hell itself to make you cum. “Oh fuck, p-please,” you cried. 

“C’mon and give it to me. I knew you had another one for me. With yo sexy ass. You’ve done so good for me tonight,” he whispered against your nipple. You cried out, nothing but the wisps of air you managed to keep escaping you. 

Pleasure wrapped around you and held on for dear life. You shook and jerked. Feeling squeezed tight and not tight enough. Tiny earthquakes were set off inside of you, each with its own aftershock of pleasure. Tears trailed down your cheeks.

Tyrone lifted his head from your chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. He took his fingers out of your pussy and spread your arousal around your lips. He shoved his fingers in, making you taste yourself again. He licked your tears away, from both cheeks, humming in pleasure.

“You’re gonna have to tell me when to stop. I can’t get enough of you,” he said. He kissed your cheek. He held his lips there in a sustained kiss and breathed you in. You knew he didn’t have to breathe, not really. He did it anyway, committing you to memory. The thought made your pussy throb. 

“I n-need…” You tried, but you couldn’t voice your thoughts. It had been too long since he entered you. Since he gave you what you wanted. What you truly wanted. You were trying to hold out but he was being incredibly stubborn about it.

Couldn’t vamps read minds? Weren’t they supposed to get super special powers to roll your mind, make you do things, or work some type of magic? You slunk down, wrenching your shoulders back too far, but you were close to passing out. 

“Tell me what you need,” Tyrone said. His voice was clear, deep, and intentionally seductive. He knew fuck well what he was doing. You supposed after centuries of sex, he should know what he was doing. But you were a mere mortal. He had to have some kind of mercy. 

“Please, fuck me,” you begged. 

Tyrone chuckled and cupped your face. He kissed you. His tongue rolled against yours and you moaned, sitting up straighter. Your thighs were starting to burn from this position. The metal clanked overhead. The grandfather clock tick, tick, ticked. You’d never be able to look at another clock the same way again. The mu’fucka ruined clocks for you too.

He slotted his lips against yours, languid as a fat cat on a summer’s day. He explored your mouth as if he were kissing you for the first time. His soft lips were their own sweet torture. 

“Hm, I need to taste you first. You made such a mess, I need to clean it up,” he said. You cried as he moved into position on his back. He pulled you closer, making you crawl on your knees. The chain rattled as it moved on the track, allowing you to push forward and sit on his face. You tried to stay on your knees, but he grabbed you by the thighs and pulled until you were seated.

He reminded you that he didn’t need to breathe as his tongue darted out to lick your pussy. You reared up but he pulled you back down. Your ass pushed against the heels of your feet. 

His grip turned bruising as he crushed you to his face and ate you out again, moaning at the taste of you. 

“So good,” you think he said. He sounded muffled. You bit your lip as your hips started to move of their own accord. Grinding down on his face. Oh, oh, yeah that felt so good. You moved your hips faster.

Tyrone stuck his tongue out and let you fuck yourself on it. You moaned as you rode him, taking your pleasure from him as if he were nothing but a toy. Nothing but a vibrator you were pleasuring yourself with. Your fingers tangled with the chains as you gripped them and rode his face harder. Fresh arousal leaked out of you, surely drowning him. 

“Right there, right there, rightthererightthererightthere,” you cried, your voice tinny.

You were caught between wanting to go faster and pushing him off altogether. You could not survive another orgasm. And yet, you were grinding on him anyway. Your pussy clenched and throbbed as your orgasm built, tightening your belly. At its peak, it erupted. 

You cried out as it swept through you. A volcano of pleasure that kept going and going, taking you to another plane of existence. 

You slumped against his face as he licked up everything you gushed out. You spasmed. The smell of sex was so thick in the air, you could probably cut it with a knife. “Such a good little girl,” he said against your thighs. He moved you easily as if you were as light as the feather he used earlier.

The praise made your spirit soar, even as your body was too tired. He got to his knees behind you. A moment later, the chains were starting to lower and you whimpered in relief. He kissed your neck and back and started to massage your shoulders. He whispered nasty things in your ear as his hands rubbed the dull, burning ache. 

“Better?” He asked.

“Unhuh,” you sighed.

“Where we at baby?” He asked.

You thought about it. If he teased you one more time, that was it, you were throwing in the towel. Stubbornly, you rallied the last remaining strength you had. “Yellow,” you said through clenched teeth. 

“Stubborn little thing, ain’t you?” He asked. 

“I was promised a night I’ll remember,” you said.

He chuckled and licked the shell of your ear. “Not enough for you? Complaining about my performance?” He asked.

“If I need to find someone else, let me know,” you said.

The sharp smack to your ass was unexpected and you gasped from the sheer force. The sting built in intensity until your ass was on fire.

“You can joke about a lot of things. That shit ain’t one of ‘em. Understand?” He asked.

Your head bobbled. 

“Use your words,” he said.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you squeaked. 

Since your arms were now lowered, he pushed you forward. You leaned on your elbows and brought your ass up. You weren’t moving fast enough. Tyrone grabbed your hips and pulled you backwards. 

He slammed inside of you. You were so wet that he slid in easily. You cried out as he fucked you with something to prove. Okay, you hit a fucking nerve. 

Your wrists were still tied. You held them in front of you, to keep the chain from knocking into your face. He fucked into you with reckless abandon. His fingers dug into your hips, slamming you back on his dick. 

You moaned and cried and whimpered as he finally gave you what you wanted. He filled you up. His thick dick was perfect, digging into your guts exactly in the way you needed. 

“No one else gets to touch you,” he growled. 

“Yes, Sir,” you said.

“No one,” he said. “No one.” It became a chant. Every thrust pushed you forward. Your ass slapped against his thighs. His balls tapped your clit. 

Your nails scraped against the bedsheet as he rutted inside of you. He was animalistic. Grunting and groaning. In between chanting, he’d pepper in curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, squeeze that shit,” he moaned.

You pushed back against him, and he increased his thrusts. His moans turned you on. Hearing that deep voice moaning activated a different side of to you. You threw it back on him. He growled as he slammed back. Gasps and yips escaped you. You couldn’t take a full breath. He fucked the orgasm out of you, wringing a loud, keening yowl from you. 

Your body jerked and twisted as your orgasm steamrolled you. Reality shifted and changed. You peeked into the fifth dimension, feeling at once above your body and in it. You pictured how you looked. Suppliant, on your knees, getting dicked down in the most primal way possible. 

“Oh fuck, baby. So good,” you moaned. 

As you floated back down, Tyrone roared and released a fat load inside of you. The hot spurts filled you up. He shuddered as he pushed forward to the hilt, moaning deep and low in his throat. 

“So beautiful. So good,” he whispered. He leaned forward and kissed the base of your spine. You tensed, ready for his fangs to sink in. He rubbed one side against your ass and chuckled. “No more bites tonight, love,” he promised. 

You pouted and whined. He placed another kiss there and slipped out of you when he softened. He untied the blindfold. 

The sudden light seared your eyes and you blinked through new tears. You looked towards him, eyes blurry, and found him looking down at you with so much emotion. Such pride. Such admiration. You smiled lazily at him and yawned. You still shook from little tremors after that last orgasm. 

He took the cuffs off of you, rubbing and massaging circulation back into your wrists. Warmth spread through your body as you stretched out, laying down fully on the bed. Sleep tugged heavily at you. You wanted to stay up and talk to him, but he kissed your forehead and told you to sleep. So sleep you did.

Tyrone

You were going to be the true death of him. You looked ruined. Your perfect body was curled on the bed, ass in the air and scrumptious enough to bite into. He almost did earlier, but it was your first time giving blood. He didn’t want to suck you dry.

Fuck, his dick twitched thinking of how good you tasted, in all aspects. Your blood was ambrosia. Straight from the heavens itself. It took every, single ounce of willpower to keep from killing you. And you poor thing. You had no clue. 

He should feel horrible about it. You were so full of life. Interesting and unique. He loved listening to you talk and learning how your mind worked. He would hate it if you were snuffed from this life.

But you had no clue how fucking delicious your blood was. And then when he tasted that sweet honey between your thighs, it was enough to drive him insane with lust. Tyrone could not remember the last person who drove him so crazy. He’d had his share of lovers over the centuries. When his loneliness was so loud, he’d do anything to steal the warmth from his partner. He’d agree to anything, kill anybody, if it meant that someone would wrap their hands around him in love rather than fear.

He looked at you, staring at your rolls and curves. He could keep going. You made him want to keep going. He wanted to mesh your bodies together and never leave your embrace. He wanted to twist you any which way he could. 

He needed a walk. Usually, he would kick out whoever he got done fucking. But you were different. He wanted to mold his body to yours and snuggle in close. But if he snuggled up with you right now, you wouldn’t ever be free to walk this earth again. This…possessiveness was starting to worry him. Slick Charles said as much as Tyrone spent nearly every night watching you in your house. 

He left the room, towards the en suite bathroom and warmed up a washcloth for you. He cleaned you up, gentle, but you were deeply asleep. He heard the thump of your heart as you slept. You made little whimpering noises.

He was jealous of your dreams. For a while, you were lost to him. He wanted more of it. More of you. You were so cute and trusting, sleeping next to a monster. So, he threw on his briefs and left the room altogether. He needed to be away, where your scent wasn’t wreaking havoc on his senses. 

Outside the room, the carnal sounds of fucking slammed into him. The smell of sex was potent. He walked down the hall where some people were fucking against the wall. He passed by people in various states of dress, masks on, dicks and pussies out. Some women were getting fucked, some men were getting pegged.

When he was younger, all of this still would’ve excited him. He still enjoyed watching sex, but his dick only stirred for you. He gritted his teeth as he passed through to one of the playrooms.

Four people were intertwined in a complicated dance on the large bed. Tyrone stopped for a moment, watching the foursome as everyone was getting off on someone else. Sex was fascinating to him. The way people contorted themselves into shapes just to get off. To reach that ultimate goal. Tyrone watched their faces. He watched how even though they selfishly sought their own pleasure, they were just as focused on their partner. On giving and taking. 

Tyrone moved on, passing by the playrooms and ensuring that everyone minded the rules. At the end of the hall, a lone figure leaned against the wall. The figure was fully dressed in slacks and a shirt one size too big. 

“Who are you?” Tyrone asked. He stopped walking forward. The figure was half in shadow. The figure turned his head, head dipping into one of the hall lights.

“Don’t you recognize your big brother?” 

Tyrone sighed and rubbed his head. “The fuck are you doing here, Fontaine?” 

Fontaine chuckled, his gold grills glinting in the light. Moans crescendoed all around but Tyrone tuned it out. Like turning down the sound on a stereo, the moans faded to the background. 

Rage replaced his earlier calm at seeing Fontaine. Smug mu’fucka. Fontaine removed himself from the wall, stalking towards Tyrone. He put his hands in his pockets and looked Tyrone up and down.

“Shit, Tyrone. You finally fuck that stick out ya ass?” Fontaine chuckled. “Who is she? She still around?” Fontaine looked behind Tyrone as if the person would be coming up behind them. Tyrone clenched his fists but kept a mask of amused indifference. 

“What are you doing here, ‘Taine?” 

Fontaine’s smile slipped. He shrugged. “Can’t just be because I miss you?” 

Tyrone reared back as if Fontaine had slapped him. It was uncanny, looking into the eyes of someone that fuckin’ looked like you. There was a disconnect between the mirror and this mirror-version of Tyrone. It was him but it wasn’t him. 

“Fuck no. What do you want?” On the inside, Tyrone was worried. He still didn’t know what you were or why your blood smelled so divine. It was a big risk bringing you here tonight, knowing that your blood might draw the others. But nothing happened when that first drop touched air…still, he wasn’t going to gamble that Fontaine’s keen sense of smell would find you. 

Tyrone barely held it together around you. Fontaine was a ripper, who enjoyed his food in all manners of ways. It would be nothing to snap your neck and drain you dry. 

Fontaine laughed and nodded. “I got some business here,” he said. 

“What business?” Tyrone asked.

“Mines, nigga,” Fontaine said. He laughed as he pushed past Tyrone, looking in and out of the playrooms. He stopped at one door and leaned on it, watching the couple as the man was getting spanked. 

“Father banished you–” 

“Father’s the one that called me back here,” Fontaine interrupted. He turned towards Tyrone and lifted an eyebrow. “Old man didn’t tell you?” 

“Nigga don’t say shit but bark mu’fuckin’ orders.” Tyrone walked away from the playrooms. He went upstairs, heading towards his office. Here, the place felt slightly more like him. This wasn’t his main residence. He didn’t want to sleep in the same house that his people did depraved things. 

Fontaine’s steps were quiet, but with his hearing, he knew Fontaine trailed behind him. The halls were painted light gray, soft wood underneath, and random sculptures and pieces of art along the end tables or on the walls. Paintings of himself were spread along the walls. He hated the idea. But Slick Charles told him that he needed to add some showmanship for the parties. Whatever.

He turned on the light to his office and walked inside. Fontaine slipped in behind him and closed the door. Tyrone flopped into his chair and rolled his neck. He just wanted to spend the night in between your legs. He knew the night was going too perfect. 

His office was like his others, painted in his favorite color, gray, with complimentary furniture. He had a few personal items there like his watch or keys, or sunglasses. Fontaine flopped into the chair opposite the large desk. He sneered at the decorative plants and art. 

“Corny ass mu’fucka,” Fontaine whispered.

“Why are you really here?” 

Fontaine shrugged. “Pops gettin’ paranoid or some shit. Or he want something. I’ve been getting word that he’s been lookin’ into my business overseas. I’m just here to see why he broke the agreement,” Fontaine explained. 

“Lookin’ into it how?” Tyrone asked.

Fontaine shrugged again. His gaze moved around the room. Tyrone watched him, looking at all the ways he changed in the hundred or so years since he last saw him. 

Fontaine had a scruffy beard now, with kinked hair sticking up every which way. The grill was obviously new. The canines were elongated, perfectly hiding his real fangs. It was clever. He could move around more freely, not afraid to laugh or speak. 

“Ion know yet. All I know is that he broke his side, so the terms is null. I’m taking myself off punishment, baby brother,” he said.

Tyrone chuckled. “That’s not the way that shit work,” he said. 

“Does now. Look. I came here as a muthafuckin’ courtesy. No disrespect shit. I’m not going to make noise. I just want to see what Pops knows and then I’ll be gone,” Fontaine said.

Tyrone looked at him over the desk. There was so much history there. History of running around together, chasing girls in skirts, and fuckin’ them ‘till the morning came. Of all the arguments and yelling at each other. Fontaine moving to Europe was the best decision ever. They needed that continent in between them. 

“How long?” 

“Ion know,” Fontaine said.

“Not good enough,” Tyrone said.

“Make it good enough.”

Tyrone sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Dammit, ‘Taine. Don’t start that shit,” he said. 

Fontaine suddenly sniffed and Tyrone whipped his head towards him. Fontaine’s head was tilted chasing the scent. Could he smell you on Tyrone? 

“How long do you need?” Tyrone asked, trying to distract Fontaine. But Fontaine only took another deep breath.

“Damn, that almost smells like…Versailles,” he said. 

The name triggered a distant memory, of remembering when Tyrone and Fontaine had walked the halls of the famous palace, had walked by a proper lady, and she had smelled so good, it made Tyrone and Fontaine whirl around. 

Fontaine chuckled. “Must be all this pussy in the air. Anyway, I’m fo’ real. I just want to know how much he knows. I’ll be gone before you know it.” 

Tyrone nodded. “Fine. Don’t start anything while you here. Get in, get out,” Tyrone said.

Fontaine smirked and shook his head. “Shit, baby brother. You really got something here,” Fontaine said.

“You don’t have to keep up the good older brother routine. I already said you could stay,” Tyrone said. 

Fontaine laughed. “Man, whoever you fucked, go fuck ‘em again. Loosen up. All that frowning gon’ make you old,” Fontaine chuckled on his way out of the office. 

Tyrone watched him go. He strained his hearing for Fontaine’s soft steps and followed the sound of his shoes out of the house. He hadn’t smelled you. Good. Tyrone left his office and headed back to you. 

He couldn’t risk Fontaine knowing about you. He didn’t know what his brother would do around you. Especially if he was thinking of Versailles. Whatever that was supposed to mean. The centuries tended to blur after being alive so long. It was just fleeting from one activity to the next. 

He’d have to look into it later. For now, he wanted to forget that Fontaine was here. He wanted to forget that there were others in the house. He wanted to wrap himself in your warmth and addicting scent and sleep the morning away.

You were still fast asleep. Tyrone lowered the lights and climbed into bed. He snuggled you from behind. You let out a soft sound. He wrapped his hand around your tummy and felt the approaching morning like a heavy blanket. He slipped off to sleep with your intoxicating scent tickling his nose.

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Masterlist | Chapter 3

[exhaustedandlostit]

Not A Bad Way To Go | John Price x Reader

You met Price by accident, but you think it’s your favorite accident.

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags: Price/Reader, no gender mentioned, first meeting, mildly suggestive towards the end, no use of y/n.

Rating: Mature(Suggestive Content at end) 18+ mdni please

Warnings: None, just fluffy fluff, Not edited or beta’d.

First fic I’ve written on this account, and in a very long time. Hope you guys enjoy. Reblogs and comments are welcomed and appreciated.

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You aren’t quite sure what got you here. Your brain is fuzzy, dizziness setting in from the failed huff you took when Price settled his cigar between your lips. He’d chuckled to himself a bit when you grimaced.

“Not supposed to inhale, love,” He’d said, chest rumbling with his light laughter. You’d shot him a stare laced with irritation.

“Too used to cigarettes, I guess,” You retort. He doesn’t chuckle this time, just gives you a warm smile that reaches his eyes. You can feel the warmth of his smile in your chest, and you muse to yourself about how fucked you truly are.

You’d met Captain John Price by accident. You were back on base, again, much to your dismay. You left the service months ago, no longer holding the desire to torture yourself further. Your brother, who’d convinced you to join in the first place, was both dismayed and grateful for your departure. Once you’d left the unit you two shared, he was selected to join a task force.

“Task Force 141, its intense as hell,” his voice crackled through the phone the day he got the assignment. You shook your head, provided some dry retort your brother was inevitably expecting. Much the same way you were expecting the call you received a week later.

“We need help.” You knew what that sentence meant, especially with the rare serious tone your brother’s voice had taken. Tech help, clean job, in and out. That’s what they always say, and yet its never what it ends up being. You’d (unfortunately) made a name for yourself while you were still in for being computer savvy. Guess all those coding classes you took for extra credit in highschool paid off somehow. You grasped technology easily. Your brother is happy you love him, because you’re on a plane within hours.

You weren’t supposed to come in contact with the team period. You were to meet with a woman named Kate Laswell, who would provide you with a laptop and the information you needed. However, the room the soldier who’d met you at the airport brought you to had not a woman in it, but a man.

Weird. That was your first thought. Weird hat, weird facial hair. However, you weren’t one to judge someone purely on their appearance. The man looked up from the document covered table as the door opened. His eyes found yours quickly, and the minute they did you knew you were fucked. His eyes pierced yours, examining everything about you in a second. You could tell by his stature and tac gear he was most definitely a soldier, and also not the woman you were supposed to be meeting.

“You don’t look like a Kate,” you stated, very matter of factly, and the sentence drew a chuckle from him. That may have been the first time you brought that from him, but you knew then it certainly wouldn’t be the last. You enjoyed it far too much.

“That’ll be ‘cause I’m not.” His accent was soothing. Another checked box on the list of things that make you absolutely addicted to this man, and it had only been about 45 seconds.

Kate being unavailable was your first indicator that the mission was absolutely not going as planned, but you weren’t too disappointed by that. After all, spending an afternoon showing off your expertise in front of a man who you were absolutely trying to impress was not a bad alternative. However, you did not get to go home after as planned. That night, your brother had shown to greet you, apologize that in a matter of hours shit had gone sideways, but that was not the most interesting part of that encounter.

The most interesting part was that when your brother entered the room he said your name, and then turned to the man and said “Captain.” to acknowledge him.

Fuck.

The knowledge that the man you had spent your afternoon swooning and even lightly flirting with(much to his enjoyment) was in fact your brother’s captain definitely threw a wrench in your day. Not as big a wrench as it threw in your brother’s though, who had inevitably sensed the not uncomfortable tension between you and Price about 30 seconds after entering the room. You sat in the smoke pit nursing glasses of shitty whiskey, burning through cigarettes, while getting an earful about being a slut from your brother. It was all in joke of course, but you could tell he was definitely irritated.

“I leave you alone with him for 4 hours and you’ve already got heart eyes for him.” He took a long drag of his cigarette with a hefty sigh.

“Not my fault your captain is hot.”

“Not my fault you’ve got hella daddy issues.”

“So do you, asshole.”

“Touché.”

Months later, here you were. Hired on as a contracted tech intel agent, you now spent your days living on base, digging around through documents and CCTV, scouting everywhere your team went, noting threats and holes before they even got there. You’d become invaluable, but that wasn’t what kept you there. He was. Captain John Price.

Every long day spent inside of the military bases you’d tried so hard to escape were made worth it by returning to not your room at night, but John’s. That’s where you are right now, settled into his lap in his bed, his cigar in his left hand, his right tangled in your hair while he damn near killed you with a kiss.

When he finally did let you breathe, he had a smirk plastered on his face while your hands rested on his chest, panting for the air you’d been lacking. You looked at him in the pale light from the lamp, and raised one of your hands to brush over his head and through his hat-flattened hair. Your hand came to a stop on the back of his head, and you looked into his eyes again, this time expecting the way they reached inside of you to your normally walled off soul, now bared, but only to him.

“You’re going to kill me like that one day,” You say, without a hint of a negative emotion in your voice. The chuckle you love rumbles from his chest again. He puts out his cigar in the ashtray on the nightstand, and grips your hips. In a second, you’re below him on the bed, and you can feel his body pressing into yours as his face dangles so close but not close enough to reach from your pinned state.

“Not a bad way to go,” he muses as one of his hands moves to rest on your face, encasing your cheek as he finally gets close enough.

“No, I guess it isn’t,” are the last words you say that night, save John’s name.

[bitchin-beskar]

i can't link The Post but i found this

First Kiss

Rating: M Pairing: College!Athlete!Roommate!Paz x Fem!Reader (Bunny) Warnings: First kiss between best friends, inherent attraction that comes with that, unresolved (for now) sexual tension, lil bit of grinding/groping over the clothes Word Count: 1.8k A/N: Ok so @catsnkooks sent me this post and @maybege reblogged it too, so I reblogged it from her, if you wanna look for it it's under the tag #car!paz vibes. But the gif above is from the post, to give u a little hint of what we're working with. This takes place back when Paz and Bunny are still in high school, so before anything I've posted so far and before the first chapter of The Roommate Arrangement which will be posted very soon 😏 So this is before Paz and Bunny have started having sex, and before they're even in college.

"It's so frustrating!" You moaned, flopping back dramatically on your best friend's bed. "I swear, I've gotta be the only one!"

"Now you're jus' being dramatic, rabbit."

You rolled your head to the side, shooting a glare at the back of your best friend's head from where he sat on the floor by the headboard, his back leaning against the mattress.

"I am not Paz." You whined petulantly. "I've gotta be the only girl at our school who hasn't had her first kiss yet. I'm a junior for Maker's sake! It's embarrassing."

He'd been fiddling with something in his hands, but he set it down and turned to rest his shoulder against the mattress, looking at you with his gorgeous green eyes. His dark brown hair flopped over his forehead, giving him a boyish look even though puberty had very clearly marked him as a man now.

"This is really botherin' you, huh?"

You huffed, rolling your head back to look up at his ceiling, eyeing the glow in the dark stars the two of you had put up years and years ago. You let the silence hang for a moment, before you sighed, unable to keep anything from him, like always.

"My sister was bitchin' at me about it," you muttered, a small frown on your face. "I dunno how she knows, but she does. Keeps makin' fun of me." You sniffed, trying very hard to hold back tears.

Paz said your name softly, but you resolutely refused to look at him. He was right, you were being dramatic, it was such a stupid thing to be upset about.

"Rabbit, look at me."

There were gentle fingers on your chin, turning your face to see Paz kneeling at the side of his bed, his face soft and concerned. Your tears began to slowly slide down your cheeks and he sighed softly.

"C'mere, you."

You scrambled off the bed and into his waiting arms, legs landing on either side of his thighs as you settled in his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in the fabric of his hoodie. His own arms came up to wrap around your back, holding you securely against him as you stifled sobs in his arms.

He didn't say anything, just softly rubbed your back while you let out the bottled up hurt from your sister's cruel words. Paz was no stranger to comforting you when your family spit cruel barbs or harsh words, their insults always working their way under your skin and settling like weights, holding you down like an anchor when you're trying to not drown at sea.

You sniffled, pulling back and rubbing at your eyes to get rid of the last of your tears. You hated crying, but Paz never made you feel lesser for it. He never judged, or made fun, unlike your family.

His fingers were warm and sure against your cheek, tilting your head up slightly to look at him. He had a determined look on his face, the kind you'd seen whenever he'd set his mind to something that he wanted desperately to accomplish.

"Do you want it?"

A crease appeared between your brows, and you tilted your head slightly. "Do I want what?"

"Your first kiss."

You blinked. Was he not listening to you? You'd just told him–

"Cause if that's what you want, I can give it to you."

Freezing, you stared at Paz with wide eyes. He can't have possibly just suggested what you thought he did. Sure, he was your best friend, but offering to be your first kiss, that had to be crossing some kind of line, right?

Although, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that if there was anyone you trusted with something as important as a first kiss, it'd be Paz. He'd been by your side your whole life, a steady, reassuring presence. And you may have wondered what it'd be like, to kiss him. He'd had girlfriends before, and you'd heard whispers in the halls. So sue you for being curious.

"A-Are you serious?" You asked, voice breaking slightly. You already knew the answer, it was written plain on his face.

He answered you anyways.

"Of course I'm serious, rabbit. I promise I'll make it good for ya."

You gulped. Maker, were you really considering this? Your mind was screaming at you that this was a bad idea, a horrible one even, that the only thing that could come from this was a ruined relationship with your best friend. But your heart wasn’t listening, and your heart is what answered for you.

"Okay," you whispered, wide eyes flittering over Paz's face, watching very closely for his reaction. You were hoping, praying, that this wasn't some kind of cruel trick.

He smiled, all teeth, a little crooked, but beautiful. This was your best friend, and you trusted him with everything. You didn't have anything to worry about.

He leaned forward, his forehead pressing gently against your own, his nose brushing yours, his eyes dropping to stare at your lips before they fluttered shut, and then he was kissing you.

His fingers spread wide against your cheek, gently tilting your head back as he pressed his lips to yours, gentle, like the kiss of a butterfly's wings. Your eyes were hooded, but still open, unable to close them for fear of him disappearing if you did, like a mirage, or a whisper of a dream.

All too soon he pulled back, and your lips parted slightly as though to complain or maybe to beg him to do it again. You didn't get the chance when he pressed back in, his tongue peeking out from between his lips and darting briefly between your parted lips, flicking up to brush over your upper lip.

Your breathing was shaky, eyes still partially open even as Paz's stayed shut, his nose brushing repeatedly against yours as his tongue painted your lips with a glossy sheen of his saliva.

He pressed his mouth fully to yours again, the kiss much wetter now, the sound of his lips sliding against yours audible in the stillness of his room. It felt like time was suspended and the two of you were floating inside a bubble, and that the tiniest interruption could shatter this perfect moment.

Paz pulled away again, gripping your face between his forefinger on your cheek and thumb against your jaw as he tilted your head the opposite way and leaned back in. This time, you let your own eyes flutter shut, wanting to fully immerse yourself in the feeling of your first kiss.

He kept kissing you and then pulling back, like he was testing the waters, and you were growing more desperate, longing for something more, but you didn't know what.

Then, Paz crooked a finger under your chin and slowly parted your lips again with the soft press of his thumb. When he sealed his mouth over yours he let his tongue dart inside. He didn't pull away this time, instead tilting his head more and slotting his mouth more fully against yours. At the first flutter of your tongue against his, tentatively reaching out to meet him partway, he groaned deep in his chest.

Abruptly, the arm he had banded around your waist hauled you forward, so close that there was no space left between your bodies. His waist was cradled in the vee of your thighs, and the pressure between your legs caused a soft noise to escape your throat.

Paz slid his other hand that wasn't tangled in the fabric of your shirt around to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. He used his new grip to tilt your head further to the side, further opening you up to him. The feeling of someone else's tongue in your mouth was definitely different, but you could taste the sweetness of the vanilla milkshake Paz'd had after school, and another underlying taste that had to be purely him. It was far more intoxicating than you were expecting.

Truly, the sounds were far more obscene than you thought they'd be, and you were feeling a strange tingling in your gut. Unconsciously, you ground your hips in a little circle, trying to relieve some of the tension. The action made Paz jerk his head back and stop kissing you for a moment to let out a moan, the sound sending bolts of pure heat through your veins. You repeated the motion, desperately wanting to hear that noise from his lips again.

The growl that Paz let out when you brushed over the rapidly hardening bulge in his sweats was purely animalistic and unlike any noise you'd ever heard him make before. He surged forward to kiss you again, even as his hands fell to your hips to pull you down more firmly into his lap. Your own hands gripped tight to the front of his sweatshirt, eagerly opening your mouth this time, not waiting for him to try and coax you to open up again.

Your head was spinning, the lack of oxygen and the heady feeling of Paz's taste on your tongue sending you further into a state of bliss. You couldn't concentrate on anything except for the press of his body against yours, his hands hot and heavy on your hips, his lips sliding wetly against your own.

The loud slam of the front door from downstairs made both you and Paz startle slightly, and Paz's lips separated from yours with an obscenely wet pop! that you knew you'd be replaying in your head for days to come. Your eyes fluttered open to see him studying your face with an inscrutable look. But when your eyes connected with his, his expression softened, and he cupped your face with one large hand, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek.

You were still out of breath, your head still clouded by the fog that had overtaken you, but you also felt a pure joy bubbling in your stomach. Your lack of a first kiss had been weighing on you far more than you wanted to let on, but you should've known Paz wasn't going to let you wallow in self-pity if he could help it.

Unable to help yourself, you leaned forward to press a small, chaste kiss against Paz's lips, a barely there brush of skin, him barely having the chance to exhale before you were backing away and sliding off of his lap.

"Thank you, Paz," you said, a genuine smile on your face as you turned to clamber back up onto his bed where your neglected homework lay.

With your back to him, you missed the pained look of longing that flashed across his features before he schooled them back into that cocksure, attitude filled look, a smirk on his lips.

"No problem, rabbit. No problem at all."

Here's the link to the post that inspired this ask!!

[another-supernova-girl]

Have you ever considered setting up a Ko-fi?

I love your writing and would honestly like to give an amount if that would be helpful.

(I’ve mainly interacted with your fics on my sideblog bleeding-heartz, apologies if this message seems a bit random, I am unable to send messages from that account for some reason)

Thank you my dude, I have noticed both your accounts in my notifs, didn't know they were both you. Believe me, I have learned over the last few months how much a challenge it is to get tumblr to co-operate with interacting via a side-blog.

I have not made or seriously considered making a ko-fi. I suspect we're all financially fucked right now, and although I really appreciate the thought, I can't accept your dollars. There are definitely people in more severe need than I am. At this point, I'm selling my stuff on ebay to pay my bills because I choose to (and it's really just on me to get stuff ready to list so people can buy).

Starting in the middle of February, up until about 3 weeks ago, I had experienced basically constant, chronic back pain from untreated scoliosis (it was so bad I'm 90% sure I gave myself a stomach ulcer/gastritis from treating it with so many NSAIDs), and that - along with plenty of other job-related reasons - led me to finally quit my "career" of almost 17 years in June (started there when I was 19). I have actively chosen not to seek other traditional employment since then because I've finally realized it's just not worth it to me to give up that much of my life, being miserable, just to make sure I can pay for things I'll never own, bills that will never stop coming. At this point, I'm here for a good time, not a long time.

So all that said, I again appreciate the offer, but I must decline. If you want to help make my situation better, the best way to do that is to keep engaging with my writing, with comments and reblogs with tags (again, saw your other account interacting, all your tags on my Cooper chapters really mean so much more than you can ever know). The literal only joy I have anymore is creating for fandom stuff, and seeing people engage with the fics and gif sets I unleash onto the internet, and continuing to do so is the most beneficial thing you can do for me 💙

[sephandhadesweeks]

Hades’ week!

For the next seven days, we will be using this blog as a celebration of Patrick Page’s Hades.There will be 8 days of prompts. (Why is there an 8th day of prompts in a Hades-week? Because the King commands lol.)

You can create new fanworks of any stripe or reblog old ones you’ve created with #hadesweek, and I will reblog it onto this blog. All fanworks are welcome. We are open to anything and everything as long as its related to the character of Hades in Hadestown. Covers? Sure. Interpretive Dance? Go for it. Art? Sure. Gif edits? Course. Translations of songs into other languages? Sexy. Fanfic? Cromulent. Fanart? Very nice. Cosplay? Sounds nice. Reblogs of previous work are also welcome. This week is meant to just be a celebration of Hades art and fic and meta and whatever else for a week.

Prompts:

January 9. The King on the Chromium Throne (Hades’ outfits and accessories; a focus on character design)

January 10. Think of It as My Desire for You (Hades and Persephone’s relationship in focus;  it has its highs, it has its lows, but its always clear)

January 11. Hey Little Songbird (Hades relationship with Eurydice, in any/all meanings of the word)  

January 12. He Said He’d Harbor Us/He Said He’d Shelter Me (Hades’ relationship with the workers/the chorus)  

January 13. Orpheus, the Undersigned (Hades’ relationship with Orpheus; a foil, a priest, and a poet all in one)

January 14. The Electric City (Hades’ relationship with his eponymous Hadestown)  

January 15. Word to the Wise (act 2 focus + her worship among the Workers/Hermes/Orpheus and Eurydice)

20th. A Love Song (a coda, a bonus day to bring us back to where the show begins, in a garden)

If you use one of the prompts, tag it with the prompt (e.g, for the 13th, tag #the king on the chromium throne) and I will add it under the prompt’s hashtag on this blog as well. But if you do not want to go off the prompts, just add #hadesweek and I will add it to the reblogs without adding any prompts to it.  

What kind of content can I add?

Sugar, spice, and anything nice – as long as its Hades-related. Seriously, anything. Meta about what you like about Hades is appreciated; thank you posts for Patrick or welcome (back) posts for Tom are great; fanfic is lovely, fanart too. Interpretive dance or covers or gif-sets or videos or just your favorite show memories about Patrick? Great. Wanna post a crossover between the Green Goblin and Hadestown? Sure. All fan works are welcome. It’s an Patrick Page love fest. By Patrick fans, for Patrick fans.

Reblogs and original content are both allowed!

See below for a FAQ:

I wrote something a year ago that fits a prompt - can I reblog it for this?

Yes! As long as it’s Hades focused AND the reblog is something you yourself created (eg don’t reblog someone else’s art with #hadesweek or something; like Hades, I will only reblog what others choose to offer freely), go nuts! If you want to use this as a challenge to make some new art or fic or meta or whatnot, that is very cool and I would love to see it. But realistically, with just a weeks notice, not everyone will have time to make new works, and honestly tumblr moves so fast there’s lots of good stuff we haven’t seen for a bit that I’d love to have reblogged here. If you would like it featured too, please add #hadesweek to a reblog.  

….I have Hades content that doesn’t fit the prompts tho. Can I post or reblog that for Hades week?

Yes. This is all about creations that feature Hades. The prompts are just ideas to get started, but they are optional. If you don’t like them, don’t use them. Just reblog #hadesweek and it goes up here on this blog for posterity.

How many times are you going to post/reblog things? WIll you add stuff for a prompt even after that day is over?

I reblog as much as I can, as fast as I can. I’ll check the tag for a month for new works but will post it after if you can make sure I see it. Make sure that you have your blog visible to be searched and that you’ve filled in the tag right: #hadesweek . If I miss yours for some reason assume user error on my part and send me a msg; I’ll add it.

What if I have fanfic or fanart that’s about Hades, but it’s not entirely Patrick’s version? Are transgender/non-binary/alternate gender or design Sephs that are inspired by Patrick in some small way welcome?

Yes. All Hades are good Hades. All Hades make me press the reblog button.I’m not going to judge how much your Hades is Patrick and how much it’s anyone else.

Does it have to be Broadway version of Hades?

No. Patrick has been Hades from NYTW on and we respect all her work. NYTW, Edmonton, London, and Broadway works are all welcome.  

I have Hades content but it also has Persephone/Orpheus/Eurydice/The Fates/Hermes/The Workers/A Lamp/An Original Character - is it allowed?

Yes! Hades is a flavor that is delicious both as a sole ingredient and in a group composition. We accept every Hades relationship and every Hades gen combo and Hades solo works, too. All Hades with some Patrick inspiration are welcome. All versions of Hades with Hades’ friends, family, and lovers are welcome, too.

Can I follow this blog? Do I have to follow to participate?

You can follow if you want to, but its optional. To participate all you need to do is tag something you post on tumblr.com with #hadesweek.

Do I have to add content warnings/are you going to add content warnings?

No, though common sense ones like NSFW are appreciated to help people curate their experiences. I will reblog content warnings if they are there. I will only add tags to aid in blog organization otherwise: e.g. identifying if it fits a prompt, who the characters in the picture are,etc.

Who runs this?

@acequeenking​ right now.

Why are you planning this for a week after Patrick left?

Because Patrick left around the holidays, and I figured this way we would have more time to appreciate it!

[afro-hispwriter]

I posted 595 times in 2022

That's 355 more posts than 2021!

404 posts created (68%)

191 posts reblogged (32%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@afro-hispwriter

@aemonds-sapphire

@absurdthirst

@happilyhertale

I tagged 413 of my posts in 2022

Only 31% of my posts had no tags

#aemond targaryen - 60 posts

#aemond targaryen x reader - 57 posts

#ask - 55 posts

#will poulter - 48 posts

#will poulter x reader - 40 posts

#aemond x reader - 38 posts

#bruce wayne x reader - 36 posts

#robert pattinson x reader - 27 posts

#daryl dixon x reader - 26 posts

#battinson x reader - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 124 characters

#just imagine ruling dragonstone and calling him to the throne room and he looking like that so you make him get on his knees

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A Good Wife(Aemond Targaryen)

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

Summary- this is just angst

Warnings- unrequited love?, angst, cheating, jealousy 

part 2

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You're not sure how long you've been crying. It must've been a long time because your throat hurt, felt dizzy, and also tired.

You didn't want to believe it but it was happening. When you married your cousin Aemond you truly thought he shared feelings for you. He certainly took a long time courting and stealing your heart, and now it felt as if he was stomping on it repeatedly. 

Aemond was bringing women home, going to brothels, even going as far as leaving KingsLanding. And it wasn't just women no, it was older women.

They always said when you marry someone not for love they just pump you full of children and once they're satisfied they leave. You felt used, confused, even insecure. Those women made you doubt yourself. Were you not pretty enough? Experienced enough? Did he truly hate you? The thoughts just made you cry harder. 

"Mama." You heard the small voice of your firstborn son Rhaegar. You wiped your eyes and turned around to see your little boy.

"Whats wrong my darling?" You say and bend down to his height. 

"Viserys cry." You were so caught up in crying you didn't hear your second born wailing. You smiled at Rhaegar and stood up, taking his hand.

"Lets get you back to bed and take care of your brother." You say and pull him along. You entered the boys' room and walked to the crib, you picked up Viserys and cooed at him. "Im sorry, shhh its ok." You pressed him to your chest and he slowly started calming down. He let out small hiccups until he fell back asleep, you set him back in his crib and pulled the blanket over his small body. You turned around to to Rhaegar and saw him sitting on his bed with droopy eyes. "Lay down." He listened and brought his blanket up. "Good night sweet boy." You kisses his forehead and he closed his eyes.

"Love you." He says and you smile and walked out the room. You got halfway to your room when the person you've avoiding stopped you.

"Love? I was told you missed dinner." You hear Aemond say and you sigh.

"If you were there and not with your whores you'd know I missed dinner and nobody would've had to inform you." You say and turn around to see Aemond with a wide eye holding a plate of food. 

"What are you talking about?" He says and you scoff before frowning deeply.

"Do you love me?" Aemond looks at you in shock. 

"How could you ask me that of course I do, I married you didn't I, have two beautiful boys with you."

"Many kings, lords and princes have children with the women they marry and not love them, they do because it’s their duty." 

"But I love you." Says Aemond and grabs you arm to pull you into your shared room and sets the tray down. "Where is all this coming from, who has said something to you?" He grabs your arms and tries to pull you in close but you shoved him off. 

"Nobody has said anything to me, I have to hear you fuck whores in our bed and see them leave OUR room Aemond. I've even heard you with the one who took your virginity all those years ago." You flopped onto a chair and bit your lip to try and suppress the tears. "You've come home smelling of women, smelling of her." You looked up at him and saw him hanging his head down, not looking at you in the eyes. 

"I never intended for it happen." 

"Of course you didn't!" You broke out into a sob. "You played my heart Aemond, made me think I actually found someone to love me."

"But I do love you." He tried to reason but you shook your head.

"Tell me, tell me if Lady Alys Rivers showed up right through that door you wouldn't run to her?" He didn’t speak a word. “Well, I know my place now.” You stand and walk over to the bed and tug a fur off of it. You started walking to the door when Aemond rushed in front of you.

“Where are you going?” He stares at you hard. 

“You’ve practically told me my place Aemond, play the good wife in the eyes of the people so nobody suspects what the prince does in the dark, be the good wife who takes care of the children so they don’t bother their father.” You say and more tears go down your face, you try to push past him be he holds his arm out.

“You are so much more than my wife, you’re my rock, my love, the mother of my children, no other women will be above you or before you.” For a second you almost caved but you stood your ground.

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2,394 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

#4

The Girl of His Dreams(Aemond Targaryen)

Aemond Targaryen x Lady Reader(not specified from which house)

Summary- over the years he's had dreams of having a life with a girl and now she's right in front of him

Warnings- wet dreams

Request by anonymous 

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The first dream started when he was 10. She was beautiful, like a goddess. In his dreams he was chasing after her in a field of flowers under the sun, or he'd be star gazing with her. She had such kind eyes and a beautiful smile. 

When he lost his eyes in his dreams he'd have one eye closed. And it always seemed like he was hiding from her. Until he would feel her hand on his shoulder and her lips into his ear. 

"You're beautiful." 

He had to shoot up up awake to make sure there was nobody in the room, but deep down he wished she was.

When he started aging, so did she. As he got older and his body changed so did the dreams. He'd imagines her bare in the water or sometimes she'd just have a sheer night gown on that she would drop in front of him. The dreams started getting more, dirty, he should say.

He'd imagine her face blissed out under him or on-top of him. How pretty she'd look with his cum spilled on her belly or leaking from her cunt. 

But eventually the constant dreams slowly stopped. Aemond was to busy training, but that didn't 2 him thunking about he. He turned down marriage proposals because he just wanted to see her once, be with her once. So he trained, so he'd be ready to travel and find the girl in his dreams.

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Aemond was yet again in another duel against Ser Criston. He dodged and swung, got hit a few tikes but never enough to make him fall. A crowd starts to form making Aemond try even harder to show off. The crowd was dived, half for Criston half for Aemond. 

“Go on Aemond!”

“Show him how its done Criston!” 

They ended up with their swords at each others throats. 

“Give up my Prince?” Asked Criston and Aemond scoffed.

“Never.” Just as he was about to strike but his eye wondered around the crowd until a white dress caught his eyes from above. His eye trailed up and landed on her chest, a deep neckline exposed the sides of her breast. He went up higher and he almost dropped his sword. 

Its her

Criston looked to see what the prince was looking at but he was knocked on his ass. Aemond didn’t take his eyes off her, he sheathes his sword and approaches the stairs that lead to where stands. 

“I have not seen you around here.” He says as he goes up the last step. She turned around and leaned against the railing.

“Would you have liked to?” She asks and smirks, making Aemond smile. 

“A beautiful Lady like you, of course I would’ve.” He walks to the railing and leans against it. “Where are you from?” Aemond was entranced by her, she was truly a goddess, even more beautiful up close, more beautiful in real life. 

“Why should I tell you Prince Aemond.” She says and looks at him with a sly look.

“You know my name?” He asks and his heart starts racing. “Well its only fair if I know yours.” 

“Lady Y/n.” 

“Of where.” 

“You’ll have to figure it out my prince.” She turned her body to face him. His heart swelled when she says ‘my prince’, and he also could help looking down at the cleavage.

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2,523 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#3

Letters(Aemond Targaryen)

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Summary- Aemond and daemons daughter have been secretly seeing each other and sending letters and at the dinner aemond asks for her hand shocking everyone and making daemon furious.

Warnings- angst, daemon just trying to be a good dad;(

Request by anonymous 

wc- 1.6k

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When a crow landed on the stone of your window you jumped out of your bed. You took the wrapped letter off its claw and it flew off. You tore the ribbon off of it and opened the little paper.

My love,

I've received news that you will be coming to Kings Landing to sort out the issue with Driftmark. Words cannot begin to describe how excited i am to see you again.

From your lover,

AT 

You practically jumped up and squealed. It had been so long since you've seen any of your family that resided in Kings Landing. But of course you were more excited to see Aemond.

The carriage ride into Kingslanding was uneventful. There weren't people on the sidelines cheering for the arrival of the Blacks. They announced your arrivals, you didn't see Aemond anywhere. He said a long time ago in a letter saying he now wore an eyepatch. But you haven't caught sight of your eye patched cousin. 

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They advised you and your siblings to see ser Criston who was currently training on of the princes. You walked quickly to the yard.

"Slow down sister, no need to rush." Jace said with a sly smile. He was the only one who knew about Aemond. You scoffed at him but slowed down. You saw a crowd and heard swords clashing. As you got closer you day the wiping of white hair flying around. You pushed through people and some glared until they noticed your white hair and averted their eyes. The person fighting Ser Criston was tall, and moved swiftly. He blocked Cristons weapon and moved around to a crouch letting you take notice who it was.

Eye Patch. Aemond.

He looked over the crowd until his eyes fell upon you. But he turned his attention back to Cristion and decided it was time to stop playing around. It quick ease Aemond disarmed Criston, still holding his 

"Well done Aemond, you'll be winning Tournaments in no time." Said Criston and Aemond scoffs.

"I dont give a shit about tourneys. Nephews. Cousin. Have you come to train?" He asks and sets down his sword. He turns to you and your stepbrothers but his eyes stayed on you. Jace looked shocked and immediately shook his head.

"Only if you will be the one doing the training." You say and raise an eyebrow at him and he smirked. 

"It depends." He said and sheathes his sword and starts stepping towards you. "Are you up for the hard work?" He stopped in front of you and leaned down so your faces were close together. "Because I guarantee you, you will be hot and sweaty in the end along with pain... in so many parts of your body." He whispered the last part in your ear and you shuddered. "I missed you."

He didn't let you respond before he left you there, flustered and wanting. Jace and Luke looked at you with raised eyebrows.

"Im not sure Daemon would like what we just saw." Said Luke and you roll your eyes and shove him playfully. 

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Viserys requested the family have dinner together and you didn't know if you were dreading it or looking for to it. The Greens were already at the table waiting foe the Blacks. You sat on the end of the table next to your father with Baela and at the other end sat Aemond. A maid came and filled your cup with wine and you picked it up and looked at Aemond. He raised his towards you and brought the cup up to his lips. You did the same but smiled behind your cup. 

This action didn’t go unnoticed by Rhaenerya, she smiled slightly at seeing her stepdaughter and half-brother interact. 

Dinner was served, Alicent gave a prayer and after that. Everything went well. Everyone talked like nothing ever happened, they laughed with each other. Alicent and Rhaenerya actually struck up a conversation. Aemond wasn’t saying anything just continued eating and drinking, but he kept glancing at you at any given chance. Eventually he stopped eating and just stared at you. You felt his stare and looked up to him. He cocked his head to the side with a sly smile, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but there was amusement placed on your face.

“What?” You mouthed but he didn’t do anything. Your father noticed who you were talking to and took notice to your face, he nudged your foot with his, bringing your attention back. Aemond drowned the rest if his wine and suddenly stood up, making all conversations stop and look up at him. 

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2,743 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

#2

The Tournament(Aemond Targaryen)

Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!reader

Summary- he always said he didn't have a shit about Tournaments but here he is, fighting for the Princesses hand

Warnings- jealousy, incest, aggressive Aemond, possessiveness implied, y/n likes seeing Aemond kill people

Aemond Masterlist Pinned

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When Daemon sent out world his daughters hand was to be fought for in the tourneys for alliance purposes. Lords and either themselves were fighting or their sons were. You were furious that he didn't ask you or talk to you at all. Now there you were, front seats to get a close view of what happening. 

"I wonder how many suitors will come up and ask for you favor." said Jace and nudged you.

"I wont give it to any of them because I hope they all die a gruesome death." You say and cross your arms. 

"So aggressive." He says and laughs and you smile at him. From afar Aemond watched the encounter happen his anger and jealously just went up. He shoved his helmet on and walked to his horse. He was put in last minute, he pulled some strings to get him in the tournament. 

Originally Daemon had it that two people  from different houses would go up against each other and the winner could continue on to the next opponent. But Aemond persuaded the person running the tournament for him to be the main opponent for the first house chosen and to keep it away from Daemon, he wanted it to be a surprise. 

All the houses lined up on their horses and a loud roar sounded throughout the crowd. The Herald started speaking, naming the rules of the tourney. He then started saying everyones name from every house present. You zoned out when he mentioned Lannister.

"The winner of this tourney will be rewarded the Hand of Princess Y/n Targaryen, of house Targaryen and Daughter of Daemon Targaryen. And a new rule has entered." Daemon squinted his eyes. "The first competitor will go against Aemond Targaryen." The crowd gasps and you shot up. Aemond? Competing?

"What?" You heard your father behind you. "Who let him in!" Oh ya. Another reason he wanted suitors to fight for your hand is because he did not like the relationship with Aemond you had. He wanted someone to keep you far away from him. And since he knew his nephew did not care for tourneys he thought he didn't have to worry about him entering. You looked back at Daemon and smirked at him and he just glared. 

"Oh now you're happy." Said Jace and you smiled. 

"He's going to win and father will have no choice but to let him marry me." You watched Aemond choose the Lannister Lords son then galloped over to his side. He looked at you and locked eyes, he winked before turning back his attention to the coming fight and rolled his shoulders around. He nodded to the Harold and the Harold stepped away. 

It all happened so quick, the Lannister son charged first than Aemond. But the Lannister boy wasn't skilled enough to block his entire body, just thought about his face. Aemonds pole went right through the boys torso, you gasped as did the crowd followed by a cheer. But you smiled as Aemond raised his arms in victory. 

His next opponents died quickly. From impact or the fight was taken to the ground and Aemond won. The last opponent was a lord from House Baratheon, Orys Baratheon ll. You've heard he was a great fighter and has great strategic thinking. You had to admit you were a little worried for him, Orys was pretty big. Before you knew it the lord was riding on his horse right in front of your stand.

"I would like to ask for the favor of Princess Y/n of House Targaryen." You rolled your eyes and sighed before standing. You walked over to the table and grabbed the ring of flowers and places on the pole.

"I hope you die a grueling death against my lover." You say loudly but not enough for the people around to hear. Orys pulled his pole down closer to him and flared at you before going to his spot. Before you went back to your seat you look to find your white haired cousin staring right back at you. You smiled slyly at him and sat down. 

“I thought you weren’t going to give any of them your favor?” Asked Jace and you smirked.

“I know, but Aemonds watching and I just wanted to fuel his… desire to win.” You say and cross your legs.

Aemond glared at Orys, he was quick but not quick enough to go up to you for your favor. He jumped on his horse angrily and went to his side. He charged first followed by Orys, Aemond tried to angle his pole up but before he could do anything he was hit hard and landed on the ground with a thud. Everyone gasped and so did you, you stood up and leaned over the edge. Aemond let out a cough and gasp to try and get air back into his lungs. 

“AEMOND!” He heard you scream his name and he looked up to see a mace flying down close to his face. He scrambled out of the way and onto his feet. His sword was thrown at him and he grabbed it. 

“Your bitch up there is going to be mine after this, im going to make sure her belly is swelled with my children before the wedding is even planned.” Orys seethed and swung at Aemond but he dodged. Anger surged inside of Aemond, his eye twitched and the grip on his sword got tighter. 

“No body.” He swung. “Will ever.” Again. “Take her.” He caught Orys off guard and slashed his wrist making him drop his mace. “Away from me.”  He swung his sword in Orys’ torso and brought it back out making Orys cry put in pain and fall to his knees. He tries to tackle Aemond but Aemond slashed his face. 

Aemond then bent down and grabbed the mace and places the head at his feet and tore the wooden handle off. He reached down and grabbed the mace head with his bare hands.

“Nobody.” He slammed the head down on Orys’ head making a squelching crack noise. Blood spewed everywhere, all over Aemond hands, armor, face, and hair.  

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Lovers(Aemond Targaryen)

Aemond Targaryen x Valaryon!Reader

Summary- Aemond catches wind that your mother, Rhaenerya, is trying to marry you off to strengthen the Blacks. So Aemond hops on Vhagar and flies to DragonStone to claim whats rightfully his

Warnings- possesive Aemond, choking, fingering, oral(f receiving, p in v sex, squirting, breeding kink, brief mention of Alys

Part 2

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"Did you hear that Rhaenerya is trying to marry off Y/n for more support?" Said Alicent as she talked to Otto. Aemonds head shot up, for once he's interested in what his family talked about at Dinner. 

"What?" He says shocking everyone that he actually spoke. Alicent looked at her son in sympathy, knowing how attached he was to his niece when they were younger.

"Ah yes brother, no more fantasizing about our dear niece anymore." Said Aegon and Aemond slammed his hands on the table. He glared at his older brother before standing up and leaving.

"Aemond." His mother sighed but he didn't stop. He walked all the way outside where his large beast slept. 

"Vhagar." He says and she opens her eyes. She lifted her head and pushed it into Aemonds body in a greeting. "There you are old girl, ready to fly to DragonStone." 

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You were on your daily walk. It was really the only thing you could do now since your mother has you on lockdown after your outburst. When she told you about marriage, you were not happy. And as punishment you couldn't send letters to anybody or spend time with Seasmoke. You claimed Seasmoke shortly after your father, Leanor 'died'. 

The sun was setting so you decided to walk back. You didn't notice the figure walking behind you until you were slammed against the wall. Before you could scream a hand was slapped against your mouth. You looked to see your assailant, just to see your uncle wearing a black cloak.

"Aemond." You say muffled and he smiles and removed his hand. 

"Now how is that I find out from my mother you're getting married off? Why didn't you tell me?" He asks and you sighed and leaned your head against the walk.

"I wanted to, believe me, but I got into a fight with my mother and she locked me down, so I couldn't send you a letter." Aemond had to hold back a smirk and grabbed your chin roughly between his thumb and index finger.

"I don't believe you. I think you wanted me to find out when you were already betrothed so id come get you." He taunted and smiled at you. He watched you try to find words to defend yourself.

"Im not lying Aemond I wouldn't do that to you." You say and thats when he starts laughing. You open your mouth in shock and shove him off of you. You start to walk away when he stops you.

"Y/n. Stop." When you stopped in your tracks he smirked. He walked up close behind you and moved your silver locs out of the way. "We're leaving." He kissed your neck.

"I can't leave, I have to be back before dinner." You say and point to the castle. Aemond scoffs and turns away to start walking.

"Now Y/n." He says and continued walking. He didn't bother turning around knowing what you'll do. You looked around before picking up your dress and running after Aemond. He heard your footsteps and held his hand out for you to take. When he felt your hand slide in his he immediately pulled you into his side. 

"What are you doing here Aemond?" He looked down at you.

"Im here for you." He tugged you along for a bit until you reached the beach. "Get Seasmoke and meet me at the island next to DragonStone."  With that he walked away and you see Vhagar come from behind the rock wall. She bend her neck letting Aemond grab the rope so he can climb on the saddle. You watched him fly off and disappear onto the island in the distance. 

You found Seasmoke sleeping on some grass. He heard you approach and stood up on his wings and legs.

"Hey boy, lets get out of here." You say and place your head against his snout. He huffs out smoke and lowers himself down to make it easy for your to hop on. You signaled for him to take off and he did. You had no issue with sneaking off Dragonstone, Seasmome is a quiet dragon, he barley makes noise in the air. 

You flew over the island and searched for Vhagars large form. You saw her walking on the ground and you pushed on Seasmoke's saddle to tell him to land. He landed in a clearing and you hopped down. 

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53 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#4

Preliminary Observations

Book: Open Heart, Book 1, Chapter 2

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 1888

Rating: Teen

Category:  Ethan’s POV

Warning: A few curse words. 

Prompt/Summary:  Harper asks Ethan to share his impressions of the new interns after their first day on the job.   

A/N: I’ve been replaying Chapter 2 over and over as I work on my next set of edits. I had a little spark of inspiration and just started writing and I think it resulted in my first fic. 😱 Here goes nothing!  

Ethan was in the diagnostics office finalizing some paperwork before calling it a day and heading to Donahue’s to decompress.  He frequented the pub a few nights a week usually to grab a beer and some dinner before heading home.  Sometimes he would treat himself to a nice glass of scotch, a reward after a long and stressful day.  Tonight was most definitely going to be a night that he treated himself.  It was July 1st after all, the most dreaded day of the year.  The day each year that a new cohort of interns show up to wreak havoc in the hospital. And as anticipated, it had been an exhausting day of babysitting and putting obnoxious ass-kissers in their place.  

Donahue’s was down the street and popular with the hospital staff.  For Ethan, it was an airlock between the hospital and home.  A place to grieve losses or celebrate victories and leave the remnants of the workday behind.  

Ethan wasn’t a social person, but he liked to watch people.  He was exceptionally observant.  He found it fascinating what you could learn about a person when observing them “out in the real world.”  And over the years he had learned quite a bit about his colleagues watching from his barstool in the corner. 

He knew some of the interns would likely find their way to the local watering hole tonight.  No doubt receiving an invitation from the friendliest of residents, Dr. Delarosa.  His curiosity about this new batch outweighed the desire to go directly home and avoid any further annoyance.  And if he was being honest with himself, there was one intern in which he was quite intrigued.  When he passed through the atrium a little while ago, he overheard the new friend group discussing their plans for the evening.  She confirmed that she would be there tonight, thus confirming his decision to stop and get a drink before heading home.     

“Knock, knock,” Harper said as she rapped on the frame of the open door.  “Got a minute?”

“I was just getting ready to leave for the night,” Ethan said as he signed off on the last of his paperwork.  

“I won’t keep you long.  I just wanted to check in.  I know how much you look forward to this day each year,” she sassed him.  “So, what do you think of the new crop?” she asked moving to take the seat next to him at the table.

Ethan leaned back in his chair, pinched his eyes shut, and took a deep breath.  “They’re interns, Harper.  They are annoying as all hell.”  He started to rub the tension from his neck.  

“Here, let me help you with that,” she said seductively, brushing his hand aside to replace it with her own.    

“Harper, please,” he said sternly.  Gently he grabbed her wrist and moved her hand back to her lap.  

Ethan had been warding off her advances for a few weeks now.  He recognized the pattern and knew she wanted to be “on” again.  And truth be told, he was tired of the on/off situation. He respected her immensely, but was bored with her as a romantic partner.  The last time they were officially together, conversations rarely strayed away from work.  Sex was satisfying, but nothing mind-blowing.  The investment in whatever kind of relationship they attempted no longer worth the return.  Her becoming Chief was a convenient excuse to end things for good.  

Seemingly unphased by yet another polite rejection, she continued, “I heard the Internal Medicine floor had several emergencies and that the code team was spread pretty thin this afternoon.”   

“Yes, it was a busy day.  We had simultaneous code blues called this afternoon,” Ethan stated.  “Unfortunately, the patient that the code team was called to first didn’t make it.  However, the doctors who called the code for the other patient were thankfully able to pull her through.”

“Wow, it sounds like the interns on this floor got to see quite a bit of action today!”

“I suppose so.”

“So… did any of those interns stand out to you today?” she said secretly hoping that her niece was one of them.  “I also need to know if you scared any of them shitless and made them quit already.  We do have candidates on a waitlist praying for that to happen,” she laughed.    

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose.  He knew all she really cared about was Aurora’s performance today.  “Harper, I was just trying to make sure no one unnecessarily died today.  I wasn’t really giving any one of them too much thought,” he lied.  He had been giving one a lot of thought actually.  His recommendation for the intern program.  He had seen a lot of potential in her application and she hadn’t disappointed on her first day in action.  

“Come on, Ethan,” Harper nudged, “I know you well enough to know you were paying closer attention than that.  You're the reason we all stopped placing bets on interns.  You called it every time.  You have an uncanny ability to see those with the most, and least, potential.  I don’t know if it’s your keen diagnostic skills or a Spidey-sense…” she said, shaking her head with a laugh, “...but obviously my strategy of counting how many times an intern is caught crying in the supply closet is flawed.”  

Ethan gave her a polite laugh.  

“So, go on and tell me, who are you betting on this year?”  

“Fine,” he said exasperated, not wanting to play this game with her. “Based on my preliminary observations today, I would bet on Varma and Brooks.  From what I observed today, Dr. Varma has the ambition and drive to be successful here.  She's aggressive and has a tactless attitude, but she’s quite intelligent.  And she won’t be scared easily.”  

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#3

The Boyfriend Excuse

Book: Open Heart, Book 2 (sometime after the gala)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 1.1K

Rating: Teen

Category:  Fluff

Warning: A curse word or two.

Prompt: Ethan’s reaction to MC saying “I have a boyfriend” when he tries to hug/kiss her or something because she’s way too hammered. (prompt courtesy of @mvalentine)

Sawyer had been at Donahue's since happy hour started.  The crew had all gathered there to celebrate Jackie's birthday.  Given the occasion and who they were celebrating, tequila shots appeared in front of her one after the other.   

Breaking into a sweat on the dance floor, Sawyer began to feel quite dizzy.  She weaved and wobbled her way to a stool at the bar.  Trying to regain equilibrium, she rested her elbows on the counter and buried her face into her hands. 

A few moments later, a very tan and handsome man wearing a navy colored Hawaiian print shirt sidled up next to her.  

"Hey there.  How are you doing?" he asked, running fingers through his side swept hair.  "Can I get you something, or maybe just take you home?"

"I'm fine, and no thank you," she replied politely, slowly lifting her head.  She avoided making eye contact with him and kept her eyes trained behind the bar.  She thought if she could get the bartender's attention and order two drinks that this guy would assume she wasn’t there alone. 

She just managed to ask the bartender for the drinks when a towering figure who smelled like a mix of citrus and ocean breeze stepped up to the bar on her other side.  

The men flanking her shared a gentlemanly nod of understanding. The taller of the two then leaned down and whispered near her ear. 

"You look like you’re ready to get out of here.  Do you want to come home with me tonight? Or should I take you back to your place?"

"Um, would you excuse me please?” As quickly as she could without falling over, Sawyer jumped up from the stool and started to walk away from the bar.

“Where are you going?” asked the man who had approached her first.

She whipped her head around in his direction, the quick movement making her feel like she was once again spinning in a teacup.  

“I need to use the restroom.”  

After locking the door, she propped herself against the sink for stability and pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans.  She opened her most recent text exchange and began typing.

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70 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

You Look Very...

Book: Open Heart, Book 1

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 1.2K

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Warning: A curse word or two.

Prompt/Summary:  Sawyer shows up at Ethan’s place unannounced and neither is prepared for what they see when he opens the door.  This takes place after Miami but before the opera.

A/N:  Inspired by the “dresses” ask from my beautiful friend @peonierose.

As she scooted out of the car, Sawyer promised, “I'll only be a few minutes."

"Not a problem, babe," her companion assured, already scrolling through their phone to keep busy while they waited.  

Sawyer grasped her clutch and a file folder in one hand, the other picking up the bottom of her dress to keep it from getting snagged as she climbed the steps to the entrance of the building.

Without thinking, Sawyer buzzed herself in with a code that had previously been shared with her.  

"Good evening, Miss Sawyer," the security guard greeted.  "Don't you look lovely tonight."  

"Why thank you, Mike," she beamed while making her way to the elevator bay.  As she stood waiting for one, "Having a good night so far?"  

"Can't complain."  And with the ding of an available lift, "I hope you and Dr. Ramsey have a pleasant evening.” 

"Thanks, but I'm actually not staying long tonight.  Just dropping something off."  She twisted the file in the air for him to see just as the elevator doors closed on their conversation.  

After being whisked to the top floor, Sawyer walked to the door labeled 8A at the end of the hall and knocked.  One hard knock, followed by two quick softer ones.  

Just a few minutes prior, a frustrated Ethan shoved his laptop to the side. Having reviewed his fifth sepsis case study that day with no new insights, he threw his head to the back of the couch and ran his hands down his exhausted face.  Closing his eyes, he willed himself to think of anything else but his dying mentor.  

With some luck, his brain cooperated.  Behind his eyelids, he had been transported to a warmer climate, where salt air tickled his nostrils, and ocean breeze cooled his heated skin.  Where he sat in a similar position with the most pleasant weight straddling his lap.  His hand was held in place with the most melodic rhythm beating beneath the heel of his palm…

THUMP.  Thump, thump.

The familiar pattern of knocks at his door jarred him back to reality.  He knew in an instant who stood on the other side, and without further thought he swiftly crossed the room to answer.

As the door gently swung open, “Sawyer?  Is something wrong? Is it Na-” he paused, suddenly distracted by her appearance. “Naveen?”

“Oh, no, he’s uh…” she muttered, momentarily losing her focus.  “He-he’s fine. Stable and all settled in for the night.”

Initial worry set aside, they each took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of them.  

Sawyer sucked in and held the breath that had just escaped from between Ethan’s lips.  

He stood barefoot before her.  The only article of clothing on his body, soft cotton pajama pants, accentuated his V-cut abs. Blues followed greens as they traced the defining lines of his bare pectoral, trapezius and deltoid muscles, ending on the patch of dark hair just below his navel.  

Ethan’s abs involuntarily constricted.  A muscle memory triggered by her stare, one he had caught before through a slightly fogged mirror.

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Allergic to You

Book: Open Heart, Book 1

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks)

Word count: 2.3K

Rating: Teen

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warning: A couple curse words

Prompt/Summary: Does your MC have any severe allergies? Do you have any headcanons for their LI's? 

A/N 1:  THANK YOU to the anon who sent the ask that inspired me to write my first hurt/comfort fic.  It’s my most favorite trope and I’ve been wanting to take a stab at it. I hope you like it!     

A/N 2: This is set a few weeks after Miami.  Also, I’m not a medical expert. If it’s not medically accurate, just go with it.  

“It’s definitely an ear infection.  I’ll write you a script for some Bactrim.” 

“Thank you, Ines,” Sawyer said as she stepped down from the exam table.  

“We still have some time before rounds this morning.  Why don’t you run this down to the pharmacy right now?  The sooner you start the antibiotics, the sooner you’ll start to feel better.”

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“Dr. Emery, your treatment plan?” asked Dr. Ramsey.

“Pain relievers and a muscle relaxant to promote sleep.  We’ll also recommend physical therapy.”

An “ahem” could be heard from the back of the room.  

Ethan’s eyes continued to scan the chart in his hands. “Something to add Dr. Brooks?”  He didn’t have to look up to know it came from her.   

“Sorry, no, I apologize.  I was just clearing my throat,” she said with an unexpected hoarseness in her voice.

Aurora rolled her eyes as Ethan suggested they move on to the next patient.

The group proceeded to the next room.  As Landry presented the case, Sawyer felt a coughing fit coming on.  She tried hard to suppress it but it had become too difficult to contain. She coughed repeatedly into her elbow but found no relief.  Not wanting to cause further disruption, she gestured to Ines that she was going to step out. 

With every step down the hall Sawyer felt her heart pound a little harder.  The relentless coughing made her lightheaded.  She reached the abandoned nurse’s station and with trembling hands she clumsily dispensed water into a paper cup.  As she attempted to take a sip she choked, her throat so tight she was unable to swallow. 

Panic started to set in as each inhalation grew more difficult.  She looked both directions down the hall for help as she felt increasingly faint.

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After answering a last-minute question from the patient’s nurse, Ethan exited the room to catch up with the interns.  As he stepped into the hall something odd caught his attention. Several yards away, a foot with a familiar shoe haphazardly stuck out from behind the nurse’s desk. 

Immediately sensing something amiss, he rushed over.  

“Sawyer!” he called as he threw the chart he held to the ground and rushed to her side.  She was slumped on the floor, head and shoulders barely propped up against a cabinet door.  She was gasping for breath, skin clammy, lips turning blue.   

“Sawyer? What’s wrong?” he implored, checking her pulse and yanking the stethoscope from his neck. 

She couldn’t speak, but terror-filled eyes met his with a desperate plea for help.   

Ethan listened to her chest.  Her breaths were fast and shallow.  Her breathing severely restricted.

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"Heather" (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

Summary: Spencer has to learn how to live without Mildred, that's when he decided to adopt Heather. And you? you look at him, sighing in love, wondering when he will finally kiss you.

Category: Hardcore Fluff

Word count: 3,5K

A/N: Hi guys!! thank you so much for requesting a second part of Mildred!! I hope this tsunami of fluffiness makes your day a little better. Love you!!

Mildred (part 1)

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Spencer didn’t want to face it, but he was sad. Depressed even. He knew the day had come, but he wasn’t ready. He had to let Mildred go that evening, and the fact he didn’t want to be alone again brought him more questions than he wanted to deal with.

Dr. Reid got himself a cup of fresh coffee and looked at Mildred, playing with one of her toys. What was he going to do now? He still had another month of medical leave, and though he couldn’t admit it openly, that dog had gotten a piece of his heart.

Spencer Reid a pet lover. Who knew? The only pet he had ever had before was a fish named Tesla, who suffered a tragic death after a blackout messed with the feeder’s timer while Spencer was out of town on a case. After that experience, he promised himself he wouldn’t get another animal.

But now… now he, in fact, wanted a dog. It felt right. Besides, now he had you. You had been there for him that entire month, helping him take care of Mildred and slowly becoming his favorite person. Spencer was scared to have a crush on you because even when he had asked you out for coffee a few times and hung out with you daily, he had never tried to kiss you. He has thought about it, maybe a little bit too much. But he hadn’t had the guts to do it yet.

A knock on the door took him from his thoughts. He quickly answered and saw Mildred running as soon as he opened the apartment door.

- “Hello there, firecracker!”- you said, chuckling, and kneeled to pet Mildred immediately.

- “She was playing and almost sleeping a minute ago. She really gets excited when you come”- Spencer bit his lips and smiled at you, thinking he gets just as excited. But you are not rubbing his belly, which is slightly disappointing somehow.

- “Are you coming with us for her last walk? I have to pick up the gang, and I am almost late.”

- “Yes, we are ready. My friend said he was gonna meet us at the park.”- Spencer held the leash and put it on the black bulldog. You looked at them with a big smile and walked out of the apartment.

Twenty minutes later, Spencer was playing fetch with Mildred in the middle of the park. It was a warm afternoon, and sweat started forming on his forehead, underneath his messy hair. You were setting a few dishes with water for the other three dogs you were taking care of. You still considered Mildred one of your dogs, even when Spencer would come every day with you to your walks and play with all the dogs in your pack.

Every day. Including Sunday, when you just walked Mildred. Spencer would usually invite you for a coffee in a pet-friendly coffee shop in the neighborhood and talk about anything. Reid was someone you felt comfortable with, which didn’t happen very often. And, Jesus! he was hot. You stared at him for a few minutes as he played with Mildred, and you swore no one had ever looked so good sweating before.

- “Can I get you something to drink?”- Spencer asked and smiled as he walked over, Mildred rushing to the bowls of water.

- “Yes, please.”

- “Coffee?”

- “Ice coffee if there is.”- you cut him a sweet smile that made his heart flutter and nodded.

- “I’ll be right back.”

Spencer considered each time he asked you out for a coffee like a date. Even when it included all the dogs and he never got to kiss you. He liked you very much, but he still had no idea how to take the first step and kiss you. Spencer Reid had never been very good with girls. He wasn’t even trying to look like he had a single clue about what he was doing.

Sadly, that minute all he could think of was Mildred. It was his last afternoon with her at the park, and whether he wanted to face it or not, he didn’t know what to do now.

- “At what time is your friend gonna come?”- you asked Reid after walking the dogs around the park, playing with them, and giving them a snack. You were currently sitting at a bench, the dogs resting around you two.

- “He should be here any minute”- his voice cracked, and his eyes seemed to be glued to the ground. It was heartbreaking. You reached out and held his hand, not really thinking about what you were doing (or the fact he had mentioned he was a germaphobe). You just wanted to comfort him somehow.

- “It’s gonna be ok…”- you whispered as he turned to you, almost shocked by your touch. He is not against feeling your skin, though. Actually, he wants more. Lots more. A lot more. All he can get.

- “Do you wanna come over to my apartment tonight for dinner?”- you looked so innocent as you asked him that simple question and his mind was going a thousand miles per hour just ‘cos you held his hand. He can’t answer. He wanted to say yes, but he couldn’t even form words.

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#3

Mildred (Spencer Reid x fem!reader)

Summary: After prison, Spencer can't get out of the house, and the team tries to help. Could I cute dog walker finally get him out of his apartment?

Category: Fluff

Word count: 2,7K

A/N: Hi guys!! I am alive! and I finally wrote something!! I love you all!!

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Honestly, your work was perfect. If anyone asked, you didn't actually like talking with humans, less interacting with them. So when you decided to become a dog walker after quitting your last job as a hotel receptionist, you embraced spending all your time surrounded by dogs.

It was just what you needed.

Human contact was overrated. At least that's what you told yourself every day. Each morning, you got up, grabbed a coffee to go, and picked up your first five dogs. You walked them to the park, played with them, watched them enjoy their moment of freedom, and right before lunch, you took them back to their owners. Then you grabbed a quick bite, picked up the next three dogs, and did the exact same until five pm. Honestly, it was heaven. You didn't even care what people said you didn't make enough money. Mental health had no price. And staying away from humans was your therapy.

When did it all change? When you met Mildred.

You got a phone call from an awkward guy who saw one of your ads on his building's board. He asked if you could help him walk his dog every day, ‘cos his work schedule didn't give him enough time to do it himself. You didn't want the details. You were glad you had another dog to join your pack.

So the following afternoon, right after eating a sandwich sitting at a park, you walked to pick up the new dog. You figured you should go get her first and get to know her a little before introducing her to her new buddies.

Mildred lived in your neighborhood, just like most of the dogs you walked every day. But Mildred lived in your building. Two floors down your apartment. You knocked on the door of apartment #23 and heard two pairs of paws running over, as barks could be heard from the other side of the door.

- "Calm down, calm down,"- the owner's voice said, and you could tell Mildred wasn't very used to going out. It took them a few seconds to open the door. The owner was probably trying to calm the poor dog down and avoid her running away as soon as he opened the door.

You knew you had to introduce yourself, but when the door finally opened, there was a long silence. You just stared at the guy holding a black french bulldog in front of you, and your brain turned to mush. Literally, you could feel the brain cells dying inside your head. That was the most handsome man you had ever seen.

- "Hi, are you the dog walker?"- he asked and stared at you, waiting for your reply. It actually took you another minute to manage to say:

- "Hi, I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)"- and that was the best you could do.

- "Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I'm doctor Spencer Reid."- Dr. The guy was a doctor. It was official: he was too good for you- "Hope you are ready to take Mildred. She has been eager to leave the house since…"- Spencer made a pause because he didn't know what else to say.

- "Don't worry, I'll take care of her."- you answered and focused on the dog. "Are you ready to meet your new friends?"

- "Friends?"- Spencer was almost scared- "It's not gonna be just her?"

- "No, we are gonna walk with our pack. It's just three more dogs, very friendly and well-behaved. You have nothing to worry about."

But Spencer was worried. He was f

reaking out, actually. Since he closed the door behind your back, all he could think of was how bad he felt for not walking Mildred himself. She was his responsibility, his homework. His therapy. But he couldn't take care of her properly, not yet. And before failing miserably in reinserting himself into society after the trauma of spending three months in prison, he decided to pay someone to walk the door for him.

Spencer didn't want to get out of the house. He knew it was part of his PTS, along with the nightmares, tremblings, and the guilt consuming him every day.

But he was working on it. Just… not as fast as the team might like him to. Penelope had brought him a few plants to keep him company, but after a few weeks, all he had were dry leaves and dead steams.

Prentiss brought him movies. But Spencer didn't have a DVD player or even a tv to watch them. He thanked her, though, ‘cos it was a lovely gesture.

JJ made sure to bring him food and groceries, including his favorite sweets. Spencer even started cooking correctly and asked Rossi to help him with a few recipes. That actually worked and kept Spencer focused and busy for a few days.

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"Broken" (Spencer Reid x fem!reader)

A/N: my dearest friend @all-tings-gubler sent me this pic and told me how much it made her think of Spencer and reader from my series Do I wanna Know. So I wrote her a little blurb about them <3 Hope you enjoy it!!

Word count: 1.5K

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (platonic) reader

Summary: Spencer daydreams of a life with his best friend.

Warnings: None, just fluff. Maybe Spencer feeling too much sorry for himself.

Wanna know how this ends for Spencer and his friend? Read my series here! it's awesome! and also, there is a sequel coming soon!!

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My #1 post of 2022

"Love cramps" (Spencer x fem!reader)

Summary: (Y/N)'s period is killing her and Spencer takes care of her. 

Word count: 3,2K

Warnings: I don't remember if there is any bad word in this, but the amount of fluff should be illegal. 

A/N: Hi! I've missed writing Spencer so much!  And I've missed you all too! I hope your year is going well!   

all too! I hope your year is going well!   

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It was a very bad day for Special Supervisory Agent (Y/N), and it was getting harder and harder not to let it affect her work. Luckily, the entire BAU team had a desk job day, trying to catch up with all the paperwork pending.

That sounded like a good plan: not moving from her desk.

It all started with that awkward damp sensation in her panties all of a sudden, right in the middle of writing a report. The young SSA froze on her chair and even held her breath, praying she still had a tampon left in her drawer.

And only because her day could be worse, she was out of tampons and pads.

- "Penelope's house of "how may I save your ass today?"

- "García, my savior! I need your help!"

- "Hey, little monkey! what can I do for you today?"

- "Do you have an extra tampon I can use?"- (Y/N) whispered on the phone and made sure no one could hear her. She didn't notice Spencer was paying much attention to her call, though he couldn't really listen to what her best friend was saying.

- "Sure! I have some here."

- "You are a lifesaver, Garcia! I'll go to the Batcave in a minute."

(Y/N) moved quickly but carefully to Garcias's office. She even checked her chair to make sure she hadn't gotten it dirty, a paranoia that brought her back to her high school days, when the worst thing that could happen was to put yourself in evidence during "those days."

Spencer raised his eyes from his file and stared at her. In the last six months, she had turned from the new agent of the team to his best friend. He had never told her that, 'cos he was afraid that it might sound weird. Do people often confess their friendship? When you have a best friend, you just know, right? you don't have to tell them, "Hey, you are my best friend, and I love you." The "I love you" confession was especially hard for Spencer, but he refused to think about that. In fact, he refused to think of anything related to (Y/N) for the following hours until work was done, and he could invite her for dinner.

Of course, that task was more challenging than he imagined, especially when he noticed his dearest friend came back from Garcia's office chewing M&Ms.

- "Can I get one of those, pretty girl?"- Morgan asked with a charming smile and playful wink. Spencer held his breath, staring at the scene. (Y/N) put some chocolates on Derek's hand and turned to Reid.

- "Want some?"- the way she smiled at her friend when she offered him chocolate made Spencer skip a beat. He blushed and stuttered before receiving the M&Ms and eating very slowly. Derek stared at him and chuckled, shaking his head.

- "Don't,"- Spencer whispered and locked his eyes on his work to avoid his friend's teasing.

Around noon the cramps started. (Y/N) felt them slowly coming but tried to control them with the only things she had. More candies and herbal tea. Needless to say, none of that was actually helping her. If anything, everything around her made her feel worse.

- "Someone has a sweet tooth today."- Derek smiled at (Y/N) when she walked back from the vending machine with another packet of M&Ms. And without even asking, he reached out his hand and grinned almost innocently.

- "Dude, if you want candies, just get yourself some and leave me to eat mine alone! Don't be a jerk!"- the fact (Y/N) nearly yelled in the middle of the bullpen made most people there turn their heads over. But the fact that she yelled at her friend was what shocked everybody.

- "I'm sorry, girl. I didn't mean to upset you. Are you ok?"- Derek wasn't going to take those words seriously; he knew (Y/N) wasn't usually rude with anyone (except a few unsubs when needed), so he kept his eyes on her as she sat behind her desk and waited for her answer.

- "Yes, Derek, I am ok. Thank you for asking."

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I posted 1,032 times in 2022

That's 1,032 more posts than 2021!

323 posts created (31%)

709 posts reblogged (69%)

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#f1 x reader - 64 posts

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#charles leclerc blurb - 31 posts

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#i spend three days a week pratically yelling to elderly people who listen very badly so i thought this was it

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#5

Sleep tight mon coeur (Charles Leclerc)

Charles does not enjoy being alone in a cold bed, even it means sacrificing some hours of sleep to see his smiley Y/N

Note: english is not my first language, I had this idea a few days ago and it really isn't anything big or anything like that, but I could just picture Charles doing this so... yeah... here it is

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: mentions reader having trouble sleeping

Charles had finally arrived home from one of his dinner meetings with a sponsor as you were in the bathroom washing your face, "In our bathroom!", you yelled back after he asked where you were, quickly getting inside the ensuite once he saw the open door, "How was your dinner?", you asked as you pat your face dry, "It was good, they have some ideas for for a commercial and we have to get a photoshoot done too, but it was a very productive dinner actually", he said happily. Smiling back at him through the mirror as he grabbed you from behind, doing an imaginary line of kisses on your shoulders, he appreciated the focus you had on rubbing the products on your skin before you noticed he eyes burning on you, "stop looking at me that intensely", you said, the blush on your cheeks no longer because of he products you had applied but instead from the shyness you suddenly felt. Pressing a final kiss to your forehead, Charles guided you both to the room so you could put your pyjamas on, his consisting of a t-shirt and shorts while you grabbed a pair of shorts to match the set of the thin strappy top you were already wearing.

Heading back to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you grabbed the elastic on your nightstand as you parted your hair in three, ready to start on your braid as you didn't enjoy sleeping wirh your hair on your face, "Can I do it for you?", you heard Charles ask out of the blue, "I want to try and make a braid on your hair", he smiled shyly. Not being able to deal with his cuteness, you grabbed his face and kissed him everywhere you could reach, "Of course you can bubs, here", you said as you handed him the elastic. For what you assumed was one of the few times he had done it, he was surprisingly good at it, "See? My mum doesn't even know what she's missing on my skills... maybe after I retire I can help her in the salon", he joked as he tied the elastic on the end of the braid.

"Thank you. Goodnight, mon ange, I love you so much", you said to Charles as you tried to snuggle further into his chest, your action being interrupted because of your boyfriend's movement, pulling his torso away from you as he spoke, "where's my goodnight kiss?", he pouted as you saw the hint of a smile in his eyes, "I'll give you all the night kisses you want", you said as you tilted your head upwards and gave him what he wanted.

Your sleep had been troubling you for a bit now, wether it was not sleeping enough, waking up at random early hours into the night or just not being able to be back asleep after randomly walking up at daft o'clock. And tonight, despite being in the warm comfort your boyfriend's arms provided you with, you still couldn't settle yourself. Deciding against forcing your sleep, you slowly got out of your boyfriend's embrace, not wanting to wake him up and made your way to the living room. Sitting on the sofa, you grabbed the TV remote as you chose a comedy program on your phone before streaming it on the big screen. You tried to keep your giggles as low as possible, grabbing the ends of the blanket you had thrown over your legs to muffle the sound, picking a new episode once the other one had finished when you heard some steps down the corridor. Looking at the door, you saw your boyfriend's messy bed hair as he sat next to you, "Did I wake you up, Charles? I'm sorry, I tried to be quiet, I'm sorry, my love", you said, scratching his slightly bearded cheek, "None of that, I woke up because I felt cold and then I didn't feel you in the bed either, I came here because I saw some light otherwise I wouldn't know where you were", he said truthfully, "Is there any problem? Are you good? Feeling well?", he asked as he did a quick check-up of your face and body, nothing wrong visible to him at least. You opened the blanket to cover his legs, wrapping you both in a cocoon shape as you laid your head in his chest, "I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you from moving around so I came here to watch this, that's all", you replied before pressing a kiss to his chest. Charles stayed with you watching the rest of the episode, giggling with you at some of the jokes the humourist made about a recent political visit where one of the ministers had worded something the wrong way, resulting in a totally different interpretation of the matter in discussion, and watching you with love (and sleep) filled eyes, noticing the creases on your eyes as you laughed, the way your dimples were more prominent and how you had snuggled further into his chest as your giggles repercuted their vibration through to his heart.

After that episode finished, your eyes started feeling heavier as you yawned, "how about we try and get some sleep now? You seem like you need it too", he said as he held you in his arms, making his way back to the bed after you nodded and let him carry you.

Tucking you into your side, Charles got around the bed to his side as he got your body closer to his, noticing how you couldn't keep your eyes open for much longer, "Sleep tight, mon coeur, I love you", he whispered on your head as he felt your lips murmur something along the lines "I love you too".

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#4

I only care about you (Mick Schumacher)

Mick and Y/N are quite a private couple on the paddock, but as soon as everything non-essential is out of the equation, they become very expressive when it comes to the people they love

Note: english is not my first language

I got inspiration from these 'domestic prompts' lists on pinterest x

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Since there was no GP this weekend, you had spent the night at Mick's place to take the opportunity to spend as much time as you possibly could with him, the triple header ahead of you already promising to make spending time just with him on your own a bit difficult. When Mick woke up at his usual hour, his body working like a clock, he rotated his neck slightly to your side, watching how you were nestled to his side, your hand grabbing a handful of the sheets that were keeping you warm as you peacefully slept, and knowing how much your job had kept you up late that past week, he thought it would be nice to let you sleep for a bit longer. You had the whole weekend to yourselves and some rest would be good. Carefully getting up as to not wake you up, Mick headed to the ensuite for his morning routine, getting back in the bedroom to grab some gym clothes to workout on. As he folded the sheets and made his side of the bed, he went to your side, tucking the sheets around your body as he lightly kissed your head.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Angie's paws could be heard pattering on the wooden floor, her tail wagging at the prospect of a new day (and probably some food too), making him pet the dog until her wagging tail stopped, "Oh, why the sudden change, Angie?". The dog seemed to notice your absence, looking up the flight of stairs for you and ultimately deciding to make her way up to find you. As her paw set on the first step of the stairs, Mick quickly realised what, or who, rather, she was after, "No Angie, Y/N had a really hard week at work so today we're going to let her sleep, okay? It's just you and me this morning", he said as he noticed her stance drop, almost like a dog equivalent of a human shoulder slump from disappointment, since when did his dog not appreciate spending time with him?

Heading to the kitchen, Mick grabbed a pre-workout snack and made his way to his at home gym with Angie trailing right behind him. Looking at the equipment in the room and the cardio indications his trainer had sent him, he decided that he was going on the bike, figuring that, even though the sound isolation was pretty good, it would be the least likely to make too much noise to the point of waking you up.

He was all sweaty when he was back in the kitchen, grabbing whatever ingredients he could find to make a wholesome breakfast for the two of you after also hearing some commotion upstairs, signaling that you had woken up. You were making your way down the stairs when, much like she greeted Mick, Angie started wagging her tail as she stood with her front paws on the first step, "Hello Angie, good morning baby, how are you?", you said once you were in front of her on the floor, crouching down slightly while you petted her as she licked your face. Getting up, you followed her to the kitchen, assuming that it was where you could find your boyfriend. And there he was in his workout gear, the breathable material of his t-shirt clinging to the muscles on his back perfectly well as he maneuvered the mugs and pans around, and noticing he wasn't holding anything hot or sharp, you made your way to him and hugged his back, "Good morning my love", you mumbled into his back, not caring about the material on your cheek, "Good morning schatz", he said before turning around and facing you, "Did you have a good sleep?", he asked as he tamed some of the hairs that had fallen out of your braid and were hindering your eyes, pushing them to the back of you ears, "Mhmm, very good sleep indeed, thank you for letting me sleep until now", you smiled back at him, "I was going to make some breakfast for the both of us, so if you just sit there, please", he motioned to the bar stools by the counter, "you can watch while I cook it", he said charmingly. But you had another idea, "since you haven't started yet, why don't we go and have a shower first because I could use one and so do you", you tempted him as you interlocked your arms around his neck before he grabbed your thighs and locked your legs comfortably around his hips as he carried you to the shower.

Sitting at the counter as you shared breakfast, you thought it would be a nice time to mention something you wanted to get done this weekend, "You know how we talked about me bringing my things here?", you referred to the conversation you had a few weeks ago when Mick asked you to move in with him. It seemed logical to him as he was spending time at your place and you in his, things moving back and forth as you would often forget things in the other's house and it generated a whole situation every now and then, and as Mick put it, "I'm pretty sure I'm going to be with you until the end so might as well have you here all the time, and Angie could do with some company too when I'm not here and keep you company as well when she's not with me", and at the time it ticked all the boxes for you too but since you were in the middle of a work project, you decided to wait until things calmed down a bit. "I have talked to my landlord and he said he was okay with me ending the contract now, so if the option is still up, I wou-", you tried to finish as you felt Mick's hands grab your hips as he spun you around the room, "You're moving in? As in staying here with me forever?", your boyfriend of 4 years finally asked as he stopped turning, earning a nod from you, your head too dizzy to do anything else for the mean time as you also giggled at his reaction. As he set you down, you finally spoke, "yes, I have to pack my things and bring them over because there's people going there next week to see the flat, but then I can come and live with you", you smiled, pecking his lips, and as he didn't feel like it wasn't enough celebration, Mick deepened the kiss, grabbing your butt slightly as he intensified the affection. Angie must have felt excluded from the celebration, her snout trying to get in between yours' and Mick's legs, "Did you hear Angie? I'm going to be here full time now, we're going to have to share everything at all times", you scratched her head as she seemed the least bit worried about having another human to give her attention and treats.

Mick had been invited to of his engineers' wedding and, as expected, he brought you as his plus one. You looked gorgeous, the colour of your dress complimented your tones, the makeup on your face enhancing your naturally beautiful features and your hair was pinned back with a beautiful hairclip Mick had gifted you for your first anniversary. The German driver had no doubt you would be the most beautiful at the wedding, as he always found you to be no matter where he was.

When Mick got home, Angie was first to greet him at the door, sitting down as she looked up at him, waiting for some head scratches, "did you miss me today? I'm sure you're spending all your fun time with Y/N now, you probably don't even have time to think about me", he finished as he started taking his coat off, hanging it and then taking his shoes off to put them in their place. Noticing the smell from the kitchen, he made his way inside the room as you were drying your hands on one of the kitchen towells, "Hi bubs, how was your day at the factory?", you asked, going over to him to kiss his lips, "Hmm, it was nice, worked on the simulator for a bit and then we saw some things about the new car. And you?", he asked as his hands circled your waist, "it was good too, the new project is going well", you replied simply, "I already started making our dinner, the rice just needs a little bit more time and so does the chicken and the veggies in the oven, so if you want, you can go and change into your comfy clothes", you said as you stirred the rice, going to the drawer to grab a spoon, "but first try this, please. I asked your mum for the recipe but I'm not sure if it is supposed to taste like that", you said grabbing some of the sauce you had used on the chicken in the spoon. "Careful bubs, this is probay hot still", you said after you blowed some air on the spoon before bringing it to his mouth as your other hand formed a shell shape to not let anything that might drip fall on his clothes and burn him, "this is delicious, darling", he said after tasting it, remembering the many times his mother used to make this for him when he was younger, "but maybe make it a bit sweeter?", he mused as he looked around the ingredients you had used that were still in the counter, the pot of honey seeming like the final touch to the recipe, excusing himself to go and change with a kiss on your forehead. Grabbing the pot and another spoon, you drizzled some more honey in the sauce before you coated the meat in the oven, washing the cutlery and bowls you had used to prepare dinner when you heard Mick coming back, looking much comfier in one of his Under Armour sweatpants and t-shirts, "Is there anything I can help with?", he asked you as he rubbed his hands together, "the table is set already and the chicken just needs a little bit more time, so you can just sit there and look pretty, shouldn't be a tough job for you", you winked at him as you noticed the rosiness spread in his cheeks.

The couple had chosen to do a small and private ceremony before everyone had dinner under the night sky, a group of musicians playing some slow ballads for anyone who wanted to dance. "Why don't you go and have a dance with Y/N?", Gary suggested to Mick, "she just went to the car the change into some flats, her feet were getting sore from the heels and-, and I don't know how to dance with her", he murmured the last part, "What do you mean you don't know how to dance with her?", said his agent Sabine, "It's like dancing with everyone else", she tried to reason. Yes, you had pretended to ballroom dance in your living room through the years, either inspired by a movie scene or some sing that played, but it was always in a funny way, never acutally following through it properly, his motor skills incling towards buttons on a steering wheel and less to patterns of rhythmic steps, and since you hadn't been together to many events where it would be expected for you to dance a ballad, the occasion and need to do it never came.

"C'mon man, I think she would really appreciate it too, you guys are such a lovely couple, and you might as well do something because Adam is out there just making a fool of himself", he said pointing to his colleagues who could not dance even if his life depended on it, even stepping on some of the children's toes. Mick reasoned that it would be nice, having you close to him as you danced, the ambient of the room was nice and he trusted everyone that was in there and quite frankly, how hard could it be for someone who also learnt button sequences to make a car move fast? When you arrived back from your footwear change, Mick got up and approached you by the door, Sabine and Gary watching the scene unfold from afar, "Ms Y/L/N, may I have the honor of dance?", your boyfriend said catching you off-guard as you accepted the hand he stretched out and headed to the dance area. The team whistled and clapped for the initiative as you hid your face in Mick's chest, holding his waist as you swayed to the music, "they're really enjoying this, aren't they?", he asked as he turned around so you could see them, "I bet your mum will have a video of this within the next 24 hours", you said as you watched Sabine with her phone pointed at you, "But if you're not enjoying this we can stop", Mick offered, looking at your face for any sign of discomfort, "I'm good, I'm good, it's always nice being in your embrace, and you're quite good too", you smiled as Mick pecked a kiss on your lips, Gary letting out a big whistle followed by an enthusiastic "yeah, Mick!" that got everyone's attention on you two if they hadn't already been watching you, "you're not too bad yourself, darling, I think we make a fine pair", he said smiling at you before you nestled your head back in his chest, the slow rhythm of the music and his heartbeat comforting you.

The finishing position on the race had been less than ideal, with Mick starting in the first ten places on the grid and, after a few risky strategies and complicated pit stops, he ended up in the no points area, the frustration on his voice clear as you heard him through the radio on your headphones all while keeping a up lifting speech as he tahmked the team. As soon as Mick arrived back in the garage, the team helped him unbuckle the belts as he got out of the car, helmet and balaclava discarded on the table before he plucked the gloves away from his hands, looking at you with a small smile you replied back, wanting nothing more than to cradle him in your arms as you whispered how proud you were of him, your shyness around cameras, as well as your highly valued privacy, preventing you from doing so.

Mick's grandparents had invited Gina, Mick and you to have dinner at their house on a Monday after they got back from a race. You hadn't been able to go with them as work had kept you for the weekend on an important meeting and, since you left the house early that morning, you had yet to see Mick from when he arrived back home just before lunchtime. So the usual excitement you felt when driving to a family dinner was heightened today, your fingers drumming excitedly on the steering wheel as you put your blinker on, entering the gate and parking your car beside Gina's. Knocking on the door, you were greeted by Elisabeth, Mick's grandmother, her arms wide open as she brought you into a hug, "Y/N, dear, so happy you're here! Rolf, come and greet Y/N!", she called for her husband, "Y/N, so glad you could join us! I bet work has been keeping you busy, but glad you could make some time for us", he said as he hugged you back, smiling sweetly. Just beside them there was an impatient Mick with a lovely smile on his face as his arms remained crossed, waiting for his time to finally greet his girlfriend after not having had her company for the weekend for more than videocalls and messages, hell, since when did his grandparents prefer you to him? He was sure he did not have this reception when he got inside half an hour before. "So sorry I'm late, I tried to wrap things up as quickly as I could, but then HR needed me to sign some papers and that made me loose more time", you explained your small delay, "No worries darling, the oven seems to be a bit lazy today, so the food only finished cooking now. Get comfortable darling, behave like it's your own house, please. And maybe go and greet that pouty and sulky mouse over there", Elisabeth giggled at her grandson's antics. Removing your shoes and coat and setting them aside, you made your way to your boyfriend, "You know you're very cute when you're all pouty right? Nothing about this face scares anyone", you explained as you placed a kiss on each of his cheeks before kissing the tip of his nose and finally reaching his lips for a much needed proper kiss, "it is still astonishing to me that after four years, you're all still lovey dovey about eachother", Gina fake gagged as she greeted you with a hug, "I missed you this weekend, and I think some of the team too, you really do bring a calming vibe to this one when you're around, and Angie too, bless her, I think she was always expecting that you were walking through the door", she said and your heart squeezed a bit at her admissions. Going back to Mick, you grabbed his hands and circled them around you neck as you looked up at him, "speaking of, where is our four-legged child?", you asked Mick, "She was a bit tired from all the travelling so I gave her some food before we left the house and last time I checked the security system's camera she was asleep in her bed. But it's true, we missed you a lot schatz", he replied befofe he pressed a kiss on your forehead, "again, gross", you heard Gina mumble before her grandmother playfully scolded her.

Waiting in his driver's room for Mick to get back from his media duties, your head snapped to the door when it opened, revealing Mick's blue cap as you got up, hugging him once as he closed the door with his foot, "I'm always going to be proud of you, no matter what", you whispered as you kissed his jaw. Mick enjoyed the feel of your arms around his until he announced that he was heading for a shower and then you'd make your way to the hotel, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he grabbed his towell.

Arriving at the hotel room, Mick laid his things on the chair by the living room area as you got the pillows on the bed ready for a much needed cuddle session, and possibly a nap for Mick, noticing how his body was revealing some tired signs. Calling your boyfriend's name, you opened your arms as you sat against the pillows, him immediately getting what you wanted to do and a smile on his face as he crawled to you, laying his head on your boobs, "I love your boobs so much, best place in the world, they're so comfy", he said in the least sexual way possible, just happy and content to finally be around you without the worry of someone filming or walking in the shared affections. Giggling softly, your lips landed on top of Mick's head placing a few kisses there before your fingers started threading to the now longer hair, running your fingers in hope to soothe him a bit. "I'm always going to be proud of you no matter what happens, I hope you know that. You'll always be the best for me, because I know how hard you work, day in and day out, I know how much you care about this and one day it will come, I'm sure of it, and I can only hope I'll see it first hand and celebrate it with you", you said, noticing how his eyes kept trying to close, "Have a little nap while I order some room service, bubs, I'll be right here with food when you wake up", you chuckled as your fingers lulled him to sleep, "I don't care too much about the food, I only care about you", Mick said as he finally allowed his body to succumb to sleep.

741 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#3

Little Leclercs (Charles Leclerc)

The Leclerc family spends the weekend in the yacht

Note: english is not my first language. I added a little something that I tought about the other day, I hope it is okay!

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Tw: mentions of sickness

When Charles suggested a family weekend on the boat just the four of you, everyone agreed it would be a really good ideia, Hervé and Amélie particularly excited at the idea of having mama and papa to themselves.

"Mes amours", your husband called as you opened the front door, taking your shoes off as you helped Amélie take her shoes off too, Hervé, your oldest, was already able to do it on his own, running to his papa as soon as he was able to, "Papa! I missed you!", the little boy yelled as he found his father on the sofa, his arms wide open to greet his children. Amélie followed her brother as quick as her smaller legs allowed her, thanking you as she made her way into Charles' embrace, "Papa, papa, help", she said as her arms stretched out, Charles easily grabbing her to help her into his lap, "did you two have a good day at school?", he asked as they proceeded to tell him all about what they had done.

"Hi mon coeur", you said as you caressed his cheek, not wanting to disturb the moment despite your children stopping the conversation entirely as they watched the interaction, "I already have our's and the kid's bags packed and ready like you asked", he smiled as you placed a kiss on his forehead, "I'm just going to pack my last minute stuff and then we can get going for some boat family time!", you said as the rest of the family erupted in cheer.

Heading upstairs to do as you said, you grabbed your chargers along with a toiletry bag you retrieved from the bathroom, checking if everything wad safely inside before heading back downstairs, hearing some voice in the kitchen, "Mama, do you want a snack? Papa is making something for us", Hervé asked you as he watched you grab water from the fridge, "No, darling, thank you", you said as you kissed both of your kids' heads as they waited for Charles to finish it. The kids were happily munching on their food as you took the opportunity to properly greet your husband with a kiss on his lips, "I feel like we'll spend loads of time just asking them to be careful of the edges and to stay in the shade, but it will be so worth it. Just us and them before the schedules become crazy again", you said as Charles squeezed your body against his, "yeah, it will be good to have nowhere to be, no one to call and bother with work", he said as he pressed a final kiss to your forehead, looking at his kids who were watching you with a unreadable expression on their faces. "Have you finished, my loves?", you asked as they nodded, making you collect the plates to wash them quickly before leaving. "Does anybody need to go to the bathroom?", Charles asked, earning negative responses which promoted him to grab the last bags and head to the car outside, packing them in before helping Amélie in her seat and buckling her in safely while the little girl said "thank you papa" with a kiss on his cheek, as you supervised your son, who was already capable of doing it himself, just to make sure, "good job buddy", you highfived him before getting in the car.

The ride to the port was quite calm, the usually busy streets far less crowded since people had gone back home from work.

After taking everything inside the boat, you sat down while your husband made sure he was heading in the right direction while showing his children the control panel.

"How are you feeling?", Charles called for you, knowing that you always felt a bit uneasy for the first hour before you got your sea legs back, "I'm okay-ish, it's already better", you replied back as you sipped in your sugary drink. "Mama is feeling a bit seasick, who is going to give her a big big hug while I set everything up?", Charles forwarded to the kids once they arrived where they would be spending the night as he helped them down the steps so they could safely get to you.

The next morning you had woken up at your usual time, your body working like a clock, and to your surprise the little ones were still asleep in their bed you and Charles and put in your room, not wanting them to wander around in the night and wanting to watch over them. Moving slightly so you wouldn't wake your husband up, you took the time to admire your family and how lucky you had been. Sure, it was exhausting at times but so fulfilling, as well to be able to raise those two amazing kids that resulted of a beautiful love story between you and Charles.

You felt the sheets move slightly as your husband was beggining to wake up, "Good morning, gorgeous", he said through a yawn, his arms tightening their grip on your waist, "Good morning handsome, did you sleep well?", you asked while you tamed some of his bed hair, "Yes, yes I did. And so did they apparently, this is unusual for a saturday", and almost like they sensed their father's words, they shuffled in the bed before Amélie was first in calling you, "Mama", you heard her as she turned to look at you, a big toothy smile as she helped her brother wake up, "Hervé, c'mon, help me so we can go and cuddle mama and papa", she urged her brother who, as promptly as ever helped his little sister over to your bed as the four of you enjoyed the morning cuddles. "Did you sleep well mama?", your little boy asked, "I did, darling. And you two looked like you did too", you mused, tapping his nose, "yeah, although I think at a point Amélie was kicking me in her sleep, but that's okay because I think I kick her too without knowing, you know, because I'm asleep too", he reasoned as everyone on the bed laughed. And these were the moments that made it all worth it, Amélie cuddled up to Charles' naked chest as you had Hervé on your lap, stealing kisses from them as Charles kept tickling them every now and again to hear their beautiful giggles.

After lunch, you were putting Amélie down for her nap since she was pretty tired out from the morning activities of painting and drawing while Charles and Hervé got ready to go and swim in the sea, the waves very minimal and the little boy cladded in every form of protection possible. "Papa, I want to do it, but I'm scared", he said as he saw Charles going in the water, "buddy, you have your life jacket that's going to help you stay afloat and I'm going to be here if you need help, and mama is there too", he pointed at you since you had finally managed to get her to sleep, "you can do it buddy, one step at a time okay?", you tried as he sat down on the edge and then launched himself to Charles' arms, "yay Hervé, you did it mon ange", your husband said as you clapped at your boys, showing them a thumbs up. After the big swimming session, the boys came back up, sitting next to you wrapped in towells as they warmed up in the sun, Amélie sensing a lot more commotion in the deck and waking up, "I want to go on the water too", she said and since she was only learning how to swim now, you had gotten a kiddy pool for her to play with water, "Come here then so I can put your swimsuit on, please", you called as Charles stretched him arm to get the one piece from the bag you had taken up. Since the area was all well guarded, you let Amélie and Hervé play in there while you enjoyed the feeling of being in Charles' embrace under the sun, while still keeping an eye on the kids, "you look really good, mon coeur", Charles kissed your shoulders, "I love this colour on you", he complimented your choice of swimwear, making you hum in approval of the affections his lips and wandering hands kept giving you, retributing them along his chest and tummy. "Papa, Mama, come play with us", Amélie called as you all sat near her little pool, splashing and playing with the water toys she had, "Mama, no, have to attack papa", your daughter explained, "you want me to attack my husband?", you asked with an exaggerated expression on your face, earning a belly laugh from the little girl as Hervé volunteered, "Don't worry, I'll attack him with you!", as they took turns in splashing Charles, your body ending up wet too from collateral damage (and a sneaky three year old who decided to take revenge on her first fallen soldier).

You took turns in showering and dinner duty, you going for a quick shower to rinse the day off while Charles started the cooking and watched the kids, and then switching so he could shower.

"Guys, papa has showered so while he is finishing dinner we are going to take a quick shower and get dressed okay? Let's go", you ushered them as you tried to carry out your plan. Out of the shower and having already put on their pyjama bottoms, the kids were ready to put their tops when you called, "we don't need those because tonight you're putting these ones on", you said as you grabbed the t-shirts and handed each a cardigan since the temperature had decreased a bit. Once they were dressed and ready, you made your way back to Charles, the table all set and the food ready.

You had finished the meal and were pretty much done tidying up, Charles and the kids helping you so the chore was done quicker and you would be able to catch the sunset. Sitting in the cushioned area outside, you looked out at the beautiful colours in the sky and decided it was the right moment, and catching the kids' attention, you told them to unbutton their cardigans for a bit while you retrieved the stick and paper from the pocket of the hoodie you had borrowed from Charles, "Show papa", you said. Your husband, despite finding it odd, moved slightly so he could read both of their t-shirts, Hervé's saying "I'm number one" and Amélie's reading "I'm number two" and he laughed, "My two little ones, papa loves you so much", he said as he pressed a kiss to their foreheads, then turning to you "and I love your mam-", he stopped in his tracks, the pregnancy test on your hand and the ultrasound picture making his brain go faster than any car he had driven before. "I love you too, papa", you said as you watched his eyes fill with tears, your kids immediately worried about his reaction, "Why are you sad, papa?", they asked as they tried to swipe the tears away from his face, Hervé noticing you too had some tears brimming your eyes and taking it in his stride to help you, before he looked at the ultrasound, "is that Amélie?", he asked, the faint memory of seeing one of those around the house, "This is your baby brother or sister", you said as Amélie beamed, Hervé speaking on their behalf, "We're getting a baby? Amélie, mama is having a baby", he said before they started jumping up and down in celebration. Drying your cheeks, you looked up to see Charles smiling at you, his green eyes glossy as the tears didn't seem to stop, "this is amazing, mon amour, amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you", he said as he hugged you, the kids getting jealous and managing to find their way into the embrace for a big family hug, "I'm so happy, you are my favourite people, I love each one of you so so so so much", Charles said as he placed a kiss on all of you before you released the hug, moving your top to rest just under your boobs and kissing your tummy, "Papa and Mama can't wait to meet you, little one", he whispered. "I want to meet them too", Amélie said, "Me too! I'm the oldest, I want to meet them too", your son interjected, "we will all met them in a few months, for now baby is growing in mama's tummy and then they'll be here to play with you", Charles said as the words got caught in his throat. No matter if this was the third time it was happening, he was still as emotional as if it was the first. The kids caught on their father's actions and immediately started kissing everywhere on your tummy, placing their smaller hands on on top of the womb that had carried them all those years before at the excitement of a new sibling to play with.

758 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

#2

No more internet for you (Pierre Gasly)

Since Pierre seems to be a danger on the Internet, you have to cut the problem from the source

Note: english is not my first language. I'm sorry that I didn't think this had potential at first because the longer I thought about it, the more I wanted to write it as a funny and breezy thing

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Tw: references to smut

Switching your laptop off at the end of the work day, you tidied your desk and placed your belongings inside your backpack, checking if you had everything before closing the office and making your way out, ready to head home so you could see your boyfriend. You hadn't seen Pierre yet since you left the house early to go to your university office and he had arrived back from Monza around lunchtime if everything went according to the plan he had.

Unlocking your car, you placed your backpack on the back seat, unzipping it so you could retrieve your phone from the pocket it sat in since your afternoon break, bringing it wirh you when you sat on the driver's seat.

Turning your mobile data, you check your personal e-mail, only seeing a few newsletters from online shops you buy from before the notification bar showed that you had a few messages on your group chat with your friends. Making a mental note to try and schedule something with them and Pierre, since he was home for a bit after the triple header, you opened the app to see what they were talking about.

From Anna: I never took you for that type Y/N, you always looked like missionary to me, or maybe some ankle on his shoulder action but never that

From Marie: Nah, I mean, have you seen how Pierre looks at her butt? It's obvious that that's how they like it, even I would do her like that

From Louise: Don't you remember that time that she insisted that she wouldn't wear the tiny bikini bottoms from her favourite set when we visited them? I bet Pierre got handsy and she couldn't hide the marks

You read the messages and did not understand why, all of a sudden, your friends were mentioning your sex life. Did they want any advice? You weren't exactly unexperienced since Pierre liked to experiment a lot in the bedroom and you didn't mind it either, the trust you built on eachother over the years making it a lot easier. Wanting to know what they were on about, you typed a reply.

From Y/N: I love you guys, we've shared our youth together, the good and the bad, but why are we talking about my sex life all of a sudden?

Louise was quick to reply while you saw that Marie was typing.

From Louise: Y/N, dear, please go and see your boyfriend's photodump from Monza

From Marie: if this is the last time we ever have the chance to get a message through to Pierre, please tell him that at least he's going with a good bang in the bag

Opening the Instagram app, you flick through the pictures, seeing him the blue t-shirt you loved so much, specially against his tanned skin, the thermometer picture that you had nagged him about to send you everytime he took it and then a few more from the garage until you reached his Twitter inquiry for what grid position he would start on race day, given the amount of penalties the other drivers had, and pressing to see the comment section, you found the top comment replied by your boyfriend of four years, the damned dog emoji staring back at you as you looked at the screen.

Exhaling, you opened the app the communications service that had installed their service at your shared apartment had provided you with so you would be able to control who got on your WiFi (if there was something that living in student housing taught you was that sometimes people want the things without having to pay for them, and that remained an attention point for you) and blocked Pierre's devices from your shared house's WiFi, deciding that your boyfriend had had enough Internet for the time being.

Just as you were about to turn on the car, your phone pinged with two notifications, one from your group chat and the other from a text from Pierre

From Anna: I could think of worse ways to go honestly, Pierre is a lucky guy, still such a shame to see him go like this though

From Pierre: Mon coeur, I think there's a problem with our Internet connection

Opening your apartment's door, you heard what you assumed was Pierre's feet making their way to the entrance while you took your coat and shoes off, setting then aside as you placed your backpack in its usual place. Pierre stretched his arms to greet you, having not seen you in a few days and having missed you a lot, dropping them when he sees the crease between your eyebrows, "What's is wrong, mon coeur?", he asks genuinely worried. Looking up at him, you pushed your glasses to rhe top of your head, "Why did you go and tell everyone about what we do in the bedroom?", you out it simply, watching how his lips tilted as a smirk made its way into his handsome face that threatened to could your thoughts, "Now the whole world knows Pierre", you tried to reason. Chuckling, he tried to grab your arms, your reaction to step back almost like a reflex, "C'mon baby, it's funny, and at least people won't ask anymore", he smiled "and you and I both know how much you like it", and there was those blue eyes who had a way of persuading you, almost like magic.

"Oh my goodness, what if your family see it? Your mother has Instagram, oh no, no, no", you said mortified, you could deal with people from the internet you'd never see in your life but his mother? That was a no go.

"Mon ange, I doubt that she will get what it means, and even if she does, it's not like she thinks we don't do anything", he said, clearly not as bothered as you by the fact that he was talking about his mother acknowledging your sex life. You were all for "we all do it so we should all talk about it", but you thought it would hardly be a fun conversation to have with the in-laws, 'yeah, sure, I like it when your son has his hands on me like that'. Nope, that is not dinner conversation appropriate. "Besides, aren't you always saying people should be more open about their sex lives and speak about it with no taboo and all", and oh, how much did you want to squish that handsome face into oblivion and make him regret the smart remark. It's true, you had never been shy talking about with friends but the whole internet was a different level.

"Well, we'll see how you like it without Internet for some time", you said as you passed him, sitting on the living room sofa and turning on the TV, making him realise that he had been blocked from the network, as every other device was working perfectly.

Approaching you, he spoke up "it was you! C'mon ma belle, you know I didn't mean it to be a bad thing", he said sitting next to you, "and maybe it's probably not even that bad", he offered, "How would you know? You can't see it because you can't be trusted around the big world wide web", you remarked. Were you really that mad at him because of it? A little bit yes, but honestly it had phased you already. So what, were you going to feel guilty that you had a really good sex life? No. But were you going to have a little fun making your boyfriend work for it? You bet your very nice ass you were, remaining quiet and ignoring his lingering and tempting touches.

Getting up a while later, you headed for your usual evening routine, hopping in the shower since it was hair washing day and you took your sweet time, even taking the opportunity to try the new body oil you had gotten over the weekend before putting you pyjama set on, drying your hair quickly airh rhe blow dryer and applying your night skincare products before making your way back to Pierre.

"I made your favourite for dinner, and I put extra cheese on yours just like how you like it", Pierre said quietly once you crossed the corner to the living area, seeing the table set up simply and yet beautifully, the smell from the food invading your nostrils and hitting you straight in the feels.

"I'm sorry I posted it like that, If I had known it would make you this upset I would have never even thought of it", he said as he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you in for a side hug and kissing your forehead, making you decide to end the act, wanting nothing more than to feel his embrace tight around you. "I'm not upset or mad, I just got caught by surprise I guess. I never thought you'd be that forward about it.", you explained, "if you want to, I can take it down", he offered, "Pierre, once in the internet it will be in there forever. And I don't mind it that much really. At least people know you have someone at home who treats you well", you said, grabbing the collar of the linen shirt he was wearing, tracing the outline of his chest hair that you loved so much. Smiling at you, he finally placed his lips on yours, his hands going straight to your butt and grabbing it so you could be as close to his body as possible.

You were sitting on the sofa after dinner, the news broadcast playing in the TV as you and Pierre looked at your phone screen, "everyone is having a blast imagining our sex life, there are some wild things in here", you said as you pointed out a few tweets and comments around the many posts about your boyfriend's comment, "Well, this one is not too far off, I'd day, seems pretty accurate", he said and you immediately flicked his forehead, "what? We might even get some new ideas from them, we haven't tried something new in a while", he said as he pushed your body impossibly closer to his, kissing your cheek as you kept looking, laughing when someone had come up with a good joke and blushing when things got a little bit too accurate and graphic.

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987 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It helps mama too (Charles Leclerc)

Charles read a few pregnancy books so that he could help you as much as possible and he has some tricks up his sleeve

Note: english is not my first language. There's this commercial that I've seen a few times and I always get all gooey inside and there is some scientific explanation behind it from what I remember reading so I'm basing this on it and taking it as a thing

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Tw: postpartum, breastfeeding issues, baby getting vaccines

When you and Charles welcomed Hervé into the world, it was such a blissful moment that you wanted to keep it in a little pot so you could carry it with you everyday for the rest of your life. Charles had been nothing but supportive all throughout, making sure you got enough rest and doing the chores around the house, scrunching his nose when someone commented how kind and helpful he was being and replying "I'm his father, he is my son too and I am behaving like the parent that I am". But unfortunately there were things he couldn't do for you, breastfeeding being one of them. Sure, he could just feed him from the bottle but that implied that you'd have to pump beforehand and it was something you had to think in advance, hence the whole situation needing a bit of time for you to settle it into your routine, "these always makes the weirdest noises, I swear", you pointed to the pumps attached to your nipples, collecting the rest of the milk so you could have it for times in the future where you couldn't feed your little boy straight from the boob. Charles chuckled, one of his arms holding his son while we went to the kitchen to refill your water bottle, "thank you, mon coeur", you said as he sat next to you, you two admiring how the baby slept soundly in his papa's chest, "Do they still hurt?", Charles asked.

Breastfeeding was a whole experience in itself, starting with the chafed skin from the constant suckling and the pains that came with it, especially the night your milk came in. You'd never felt pain like it before, waking up in the middle of the night to change and feed Hervé when Charles pointed out that you felt way too warm, your body temperature rising to accommodate the milk that had come into your boobs that were engorged and rock hard, making any movement painful for you. Charles had changed his son and carefully helped you into a sitting position, placing his son by your arms so you could feed him, remembering how the book he had read recommended to feed and/or extract the milk. He was there, your back against his naked chest while he ran his fingers along your arm, whispering words of encouragement like 'you're a superwoman, you can do anything', 'you're amazing, mon coeur', 'just a little bit more and he will be full, and then I'll take care of you' in the middle of all the kisses he pressed on your shoulder, noticing how Hervé was calming down after you burped him while your husband looked at the instructions on the pump he was setting up to help drain your boobs. It was one of the first intense nights filled with tears on your part and Charles showing you how much of a good partner he was, your love for eachother intensifying like you never thought it could.

"Not so much now, I think I'm used to it by now. And the skin has healed with the cream we got from the midwife", you said, pointing to the lanolin cream you applied throughout the day to help the sensitive skin get better, "Can I put it on?", Charles asked cheekily once he was able to get Hervé down on the bassinet next to you on the bed so you could have easier access to him. Chuckling at his request, you grabbed his hand when he sat in front of you, "I always let you do it, why wouldn't I let you now?", you smiled as you checked that there was no more milk to be expressed, switching off the pump and taking your time to carefully fill the bags so you could freeze them for later, "I don't know. It's your body, and although I like showing you how much I appreciate it, there's the possibility that you don't want me to, or that I might hurt you and I don't want that", he said as your heart fluttered, his sensible and loving side never failing to come up. Charles made it his mission to make sure you felt no rush in getting back to what you looked like before pregnancy, ensuring you that he welcomed every change on the body that generated his son and showing every bit of gratefulness for it and for you everytime he could. Checking the seal in the bags, you put them in the usual place for the night in case you needed them before grabbing the pot of cream, "Like I'd ever say no to you, mon coeur", you smiled as you offered it to the driver.

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Hervé had a tough day today, not settling anywhere but your chest after you and Charles had taken him to get his vaccines, "it's alright, mon petit, mama is here", Charles heard you say from the living room when you had put Hervé down so you could use the toilet, enjoying how cuddly he was, his hand grabbing your top in a fist, "it's okay, it means it's working", Charles coming to your side after putting the tray in the oven to finish cooking, explaining to the little boy who looked at him in endearment before his eyes started getting droopy again. Putting his hand on his neck, Charles sighed in relief, "at least he is not feverish, it's probably just crankyness. Aren't you, little monkey? The doctor prickled you thigh and you did not like it one bit", he said as he watched the sad smile on your face as your hand ran over the soft brown hairs on your son's head, pressing little kisses on there too.

After you had dinner, Charles suggested you to go and have a relaxing shower whilst himself and Hervé had a papa and son talk, bringing him to his trophy and helmet room, "and this one I shared the podium with Max and Lewis, it was a really great day. Mama was there, grandma Pascale was there too and we all celebrated and this helmet here", he grabbed one of his F2 racing helmets, "was the one I was wearing when I knew your mama and I were going to be together forever, I did not win the race but she was there, standing proud like I had just won it", he kissed his head, smelling his scent in delight, "mama loves us both so much, you'll see in time that she is very stubborn but that also means that she loves extra hard too", he said as he walked around a little bit more, the baby starting to get fussier as he walked into the bedroom, ready to grab a bottle and heating it up so he could feed him while you finished in the bathroom.

You had put on your pyjamas and had just finished blowdrying your hair a bit so it wouldn't soak your pillow case, opening to see Charles bouncing Hervé around the room in hopes he would fall asleep, "it's going to be a tough night, isn't it?", you soflty asked, not wanting to disturb too much, Charles looking at you as he smiled soflty, "I think I've got it", he whispered back as he waited for Hervé to succumb to deep sleep before he could put him in his bassinet. Once he had done that, Charles grabbed the doctor approved body lotion you would sometimes use on your skin, asking you to lower the straps of your sleeping dress so he could massage it into your skin, taking the time to make some light conversation as you hummed at the feeling of his hands on your skin.

You weren't wrong when you predicted the night would be tough, Hervé waking up nearly every hour and taking a lot longer than usual to fall asleep, you and Charles wanting to take turns but ending up staying awake for eachother's turns so you could help as much as possible, and when morning came around, the only way Hervé seemed to relax was if you were walking around the house with him latched on your torso, "The only way that I am not cursing right now is because one day he'll be a big boy and I'll miss these cuddles", you said honestly as Charles followed you around in sympathy before an idea popped in his head, "I'll be right back", he said as he headed upstairs, "your papa, you'll learn, has many of these moments where he gets an idea and then just vanishes, it needs some getting used to but we love him all the same, even if he seems a little like a crazy person", you said as you chuckled.

In your room, Charles smelled every body cream you had before finally finding the one that you had applied the previous day, the strong scent his lead as he grabbed the pot and went back downstairs, seeing you in your umpteenth lap of the living room as he started rubbing the cream on his chest before he stretched his arms, your skeptical expression not going unnoticed at his attempt of getting your son to settle in his chest, Hervé shuffling slightly before he settled in, his hand grabbing the open shirt your husband was wearing before he released a sigh, happy and content in your his papa's cuddle while Charles kissed the top of his head. Astounded by the moment, Charles decided to rub it in, "I remember reading about it, how they recognise the scent so they feel comfortable, and while I get some snuggles it helps mama get some free arms time, too", he winked (miserably) at you and all you could do was press a kiss to both of your boys, excited at the prospect of having two hands available to eat your breakfast and drink your much needed coffee.

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#5

New fic: Manipulation

Hello! I wrote this ages ago, and with the help of @ku-mi-ko, @hanmajoerin, @inukag, @companion-for-who and @born-for-eachother, I finally posted it! (jeez, viva, do you really need this many people to write something so short? Yes i do, shut up.)

So here it is something cute with Kin'u and Miroku! Please bear in mind that although I'm using some Yashahime elements, it is not set in the Yashahime universe and InuYasha and Kagome live perfectly happy being MirSan neighbours at the village. That's it.

Rating: G/Everyone

Characters: Miroku and Kin'u

Universe: InuYasha cannon compliant, not HNY compliant

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Manipulation

"Daddy, look!"

Oh, here we go…

Miroku braced himself for what was to come. He was only "daddy" when they wanted something. Otherwise, he was "father".

"Yes, sweetheart, what is it?"

"It's a puppy!" Kin'u beamed. "He followed me!"

Miroku looked down to see the puppy in question, a little scrawny thing with honey coloured fur and droopy ears, wagging its tail furiously and licking the girl's fingers. It was not uncommon for dogs and other animals to follow them while attending to missions, as they often could get scraps of food along the way. But when Miroku decided to take his eldest to experience the itinerant monk life, he wasn't expecting her to start collecting pets on the road.

"Can I keep him?"

"Kin'u, I don't think this is a good idea..."

"But Dad", she said alongating her syllables. "He’s hungry! And he likes me!"

The puppy jumped and barked, as if to agree with the girl. Miroku took a deep breath.

"I can see that. It's best if we feed him then go. We can't take him home."

"We can't just abandon him!" Her voice began rising in pitch. "He’s a baby!" As if on cue, the puppy whimpered.

"Kin'u, he’ll be fine. He’s survived until this point, he clearly can find food and shelter."

The girl frowned. The puppy jumped on her leg once more to try to grab her attention and achieve some pets on the head. Miroku was brought back momentarily to the time a couple of years previous, when he had to drag his daughter back home sobbing when she couldn’t take home the puppy that had been offered to him as payment by one of the villagers. A dog had just given birth and Kin’u seemed so enamoured by the litter, the woman suggested they take one as a gift. But the dogs were still too little to be weaned, and so it stayed behind. Bringing himself back to the present at hand, he hoped he wouldn’t need to carry a crying child all the way home again this time around.

"But Father," Kin’u pleaded, her mouth falling into a straight line and eyes closing. Miroku didn't miss the telltale change of tone when she spoke or the quiet inhale that filled the space between them. Kin'u was silent, but it wouldn't be long before she sold him a pitch. She was turning out to be every bit the merchant that he was. "Don't animals have souls with potential for enlightenment just like we do? Shouldn't we be kind to them just as much as we are to humans? For all we know, this could be the soul of Grandfather!"

'She’s getting good at assessing which arguments work best in each situation,' Miroku thought, half proud of his daughter's skills, and half worried. This had to be payback for all those years of tricking people with carefully crafted words. Miroku knew the karma would return his actions to him, but he just assumed it would be in his next life, a problem for whoever had his soul in the future.

"Yes, good to know you have been paying attention to the teachings. But theology won't help your case because we also don't take every person in need to our home. We help them as much as we can then go our separate ways, as fate will lead us."

The young girl sighed, defeated. "I had already chosen a name..."

Kin’u probably didn’t mean to spike her father’s curiosity this time, the comment was perfectly spontaneous. But it did anyway. "Which one?"

"InuYasha."

"No. Kin'u, you can't name the dog InuYasha."

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35 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#4

Gyokuto has a gun.

Bang bang.

39 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#3

MirSan Head Canon Kids

Because I refuse to believe Miroku and Sango would have stopped at 3 kids, I have planned and created my own, so they can appear in my fanfic. And I figured I might as well share them here.

I'm keeping the Yashahime name and professions of the first 3 ones, but with a few adjustments to their personalities and looks (because yashahime made them annoying and I can't allow that).

So here they are, my complete set of MirSan kids.

1 and 2. Kin'u (金烏) and Gyokuto (玉兎)

They are the ones that most resemble Sango physically, but they are also the ones that are more like Miroku in personality, though in different ways.

When they were little, Kin'u tended to be the "leader" of their play, and Gyokuto was her right hand woman. They often got into trouble for being mischievous. They both learned the basics of combat, but in the end Kin'u had a greater aptitude for scholar and spirituality, while Gyokuto found some creative outlet in creating weapons and gear for the slayers. Gyokuto took great joy in experimenting and innovation when it came to her creations, and she has a special taste for flashy tools, such as bombs and new ways to incorporate poisons.

Kin'u keeps her hair short for religious reasons (she didn't want to shave it all off completely so she came up with a compromise). Gyokuto keeps her hair long for the most part, except for a period when there was an accident while she was experimenting with explosives, and burned off her hair and eyebrows. It took a while to grow back, but she was more careful after the incident.

Kin'u spends most of her time in Mushin's temple, and she assisted him in the last years of his life. She found some novices and young monks to help her get the temple back in order, and although they are all hard workers, one might also notice she got some really pretty people to live and work with her (she likes the view). She would never harass them or anything but you know, if they are willing, she's willing. Gyokuto is more direct in her approach and would definitely hit on people, though it seems like she takes more joy in making them blush and stutter than actually getting anything out of it.

They are both able to be pretty manipulative, and getting what they want with their words, but Kin'u tends to be more cunning. When the salyer village was able to rebuild and had more people join their ranks, Gyokuto took the opportunity to become a peddler, doubling as a scout for the slayers and bringing back news of any possible job they could get. She was a great saleswoman and made a lot of money during this period.

3. Hisui (翡翠)

Mama's boy, very easy target for teasing and light bullying. Literally the only thing he got from Miroku was his face, and even so when he was little somebody said he looked like his father and he started crying, because he wanted to be like mom and uncle Kohaku. Really proud of his slayer heritage and duty, and is always trying very hard to do his best and improve. Hisui is very innocent and very clueless when it comes to romance, so he usually doesn't notice when someone might be interested in him (and when he does he gets really uncomfortable). He was usually dragged around by his sisters when Kin'u had some great adventure idea, even though he thought the idea was stupid and they would get in trouble (they did).

4. Ruriko (瑠璃琥)

Hisui's only fan. Took on fighting because she wanted to be like her big brother, and really excelled at long range style (though she can do close contact if needed). At a first glance she may come off as serious and aloof, but she is actually shy and very sweet. She likes everything girly and loves dressing up in nice clothes. Really feels drawn to the slayers' sense of duty and honour, and is very proud of her heritage and role, just like Hisui. Could have been a flirt, but she's too shy to do it, and usually just ends up blushing furiously and running away when anybody shows interest. Gyokuto tried coaching her on it, but it didn't work.

Physically she is Miroku's spitting image. Same dark hair, blue eyes and eye shape.

5. Shinju (真珠)

Was a very sickly kid, to the point everyone worried she would not survive infancy. She made it, with the sheer power of will and violence. Her parents tried channelling her high energy to other activities because they worried about her health, but turns out the kid just was a very good fit for fighting. As a child she was always involved in more intense playing, and was always full of scratches and bruises. Even though she would get periodic fevers, she just hated staying home with all her might. She prefers wearing men's clothes, and can be loud and boisterous. She chose to fight with the biggest and least subtle weapon available at the exterminator shop. Is often paired with Ruri for missions, because they tend to balance each other out and make a good team.

Physically she is the one with the palest skin and lightest hair colour, and is full of freckles.

6. Kanaho (銀星)

Even though she is younger, she tends to be one of the more serious and mature of the kids. Since Shinju's health took up her parents' attention, Kanaho was mostly cared for by her older siblings. Never felt interested in fighting, and although she had some aptitude for spiritual powers, she just couldn't be bothered to be interested in it. Instead, she took on weapon making.

Unlike Gyokuto, who is an inventor and loves working on flashy gadgets, Kanaho is a traditional perfectionist. She went deep into studying traditional weapons and how to produce the best results with the best materials. She even managed to nag Totosai enough for him to teach her some of his techniques, even though she is only human. Kanaho's weapons became the Stradivarius of the slayer world. It became a matter of pride to have one of her products, as she took her time working on them and chose her clients very carefully, so there weren't that many available.

Kanaho's hair is darker than her mothers, and she has a bony structure. Nobody knows where she got her eyes from, it doesn't particularly look like Sango's or Miroku's. Maybe from a grandparent.

7. Chikai (小貝)

The baby of the family. Is absolutely pampered and spoiled by his older sisters. Has a cute round baby face and freckles, with darker brown hair. Is a little prince in the household with all the attention, but is actually a very sensitive and sweet child. Cries very easily but doesn't throw tantrums. Ruri likes dressing him up in cute clothes and caring for his hair. Sometimes he tries rebelling, but it doesn't go far and he always apologizes in the end.

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41 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

#2

Fleet Week - Day 2: Friendship day

Oh yeah! This is it, my kind of fic!

There are so many good friendships in the series, and I went with InuYasha & Sango. Because I'm a sucker for dog boy having to adjust to his friend being a mama.

As usual, shout out to @inu-mothership for the event, and @hanmajoerin for helping me make it better.

Kick

By then, Sango was used to having her stomach touched by everyone.

As her belly grew, so did the attention she received from everyone around her. 

Miroku, who was already a very touchy husband, became even more so the minute she announced her suspicions 6 months previously. He managed to mostly control himself when they were in public, but as soon as they were alone, his hands would fly over to her stomach, trying to feel any and every movement happening inside. He didn’t give her a break, not even at night: he now slept exclusively with his arms around her middle, which sometimes got him an elbow on the ribs from time to time when Sango needed to move.

The children were by far the most openly excited, greeting her hands first everyday. Shippou assigned himself the duty of “baby monitor” ever since he was the first–and only–one to detect two heart beats, signaling the presence of twins, months ago. Everyday he would press his pointy ears to her belly and relay what he could hear, always proud of the job only he could do. 

Kaede touched her periodically out of midwifery duty, and instructed Rin on how to do the same, and what to look for while doing it. The girl could barely contain her elation to be following through and learning so much with her first ever pregnancy, each lesson being punctuated by exclamations of wonder, some bouncing in place, and the occasional clapping. 

Other villagers always arrived full of questions. The children surrounded her with touches, wanting to know when they would meet their new playmates, while the older women asked about how she was doing, gently placing their hands on her stomach and recalling their own past pregnancies.  

Before their battle with Naraku ended, she would have avoided the interactions with scrutiny, she couldn’t deny it was enjoyable being the center of attention in this situation. Everyone seemed interested and excited about the babies.

Everyone, that is, except InuYasha.

He kept saying he wasn’t interested whenever she asked, but InuYasha had never been much of a good liar. Sango would catch his ears twitching and perking up whenever the subject of the babies came up, and he gave sideways glances whenever he thought nobody was paying attention. It was endearing how much her friend was genuinely attentive to the matter, and she truly wanted him to be part of it, but as long as he thought she was only asking on his behalf, he would dodge it, out of… embarrassment? If Kagome was here, she might be able to tell her why he acted this way. Sango wasn’t entirely sure as to why he kept depriving himself of the involvement he clearly wanted, but in the end, the reasons didn’t matter. She would find a way to include him one way or the other. 

It finally happened on a late afternoon when they were alone: Sango was hanging the freshly washed laundry, and InuYasha was by her side.

“Just sit down and let me do it. Miroku shouldn’t let you work like this.”

“I’m pregnant, not armless. I can still handle laundry.”

He huffed, but didn’t move to take the basket out of Sango’s hands. He just watched as she worked until she laid the load down and moved to sit on a nearby rock to rest.

“See? You get tired too easily now.”

“As far as I know, getting a little tired from carrying these two around isn’t life threatening. I swear, I’d die of boredom if you had it your way.”

InuYasha huffed again, and quietly made his way to her side.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, Sango choosing her next words carefully.

“They really seem to be moving a lot today,” she said with a sigh and a hand on her belly. “InuYasha… do you want to feel the babies?”

His face flushed.

“N-no. Why would I?”

Sango reached out to grab his nearest wrist. “It would mean a lot to me if you did,” she said, guiding his hand to her stomach.

InuYasha tried to squirm away as his palm made contact with the material of her clothes.

“I really don’t–holy shit was that a foot!?!”

Sango looked down, trying hard to contain her laughter at the genuine wonder of her friend feeling the babies for the first time. “Yes! Or a hand, I don’t know, they move too much.”

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71 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

InuYasha has a praise kink and Miroku has a humiliation kink.

I will not elaborate.

108 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

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#5

Can you do a fluff story of roger taylor *ben hardy* of like the reader is making breakfast and roger goes behind them and scares them but then puts music on and starts dancing

You got it!

Since no gender is specified in the request, I will make readers neutral so they can be whatever gender identity you want.

Link to my Ko-Fi

Warnings: Just Fluff. An In-joke. Mentions of food, cooking, knives, and eating and Reader getting spooked for a second.

Also, the song is "I Was Made For Lovin' You" by Kiss! Go check it out, it is SUCH a bop!

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!!!

You walked out of the door on that light blue morning, careful to close the door slowly. Roger seemed to be still asleep. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, arms up to the pillows, and his beautiful blonde hair cascaded around.

But you sat there relaxing for a bit. Enjoying seeing the sun rising up, adding pink to the light blueness of the sky. But your stomach kept rumbling. Dinner from last night felt like ages ago.

So you began to start cooking what you usually like for breakfast, be it some toast or eggs or bacon or getting cereal.

You opened the purple bag of coffee by untwisting the string around it, careful to measure it into the black scoop next to the machine. Once you poured some water from a jug into it, you got a fresh filter, poured the rich French roast grounds inside, closed the lid, and pressed a button to start brewing.

Recently you bought some fresh fruit. Surely that sounded nice along with your usual breakfast tastes. You picked out a red Honeycrisp the size of two baseballs, a sharp knife, and began to cut it into slices.

You get so involved in the process of slicing the apple, that you didn't see a blonde head move toward you or hear the pattering footsteps arriving behind you.

And that lit, seeing you so focused, decides to creep up on you and very quickly place his hands on you.

"AHHH!" You screamed, dropping the knife in fear.

But behind was a familiar laugh that made you relax or else armed with a sharp knife you would have attacked back.

Placing the knife down you turned around to see Roger laughing, you waved your arm to smack him lightly but wound up getting the pot on the machine and moving it out of its place mid-brew.

"Please not the coffee machine, Y/n!" Roger yelped as he grabbed it, any stray dark liquid spilling out briefly onto the counter before he set it back in place

Both of you paused. For a second it hit you what he said and you began laughing too.

"Rog! Really! I might need to call Deaky and tell him you said that right now!"

Roger turned around to find the radio.

"Well, that can wait for a bit..."

As he switched it on, there was a blast of an electric guitar and a quick, catchy beat.

It began with a chorus of "do do do's" that Roger sang along to, his head bobbing up and down to the beat.

A bright, expressive rock baritenor began to sing the solo as you felt Roger's hand catch yours.

"Here! Have a dance!" he offered

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Never more sure!"

So he sways you around, pulling you back and forth. But it was quicker with the tempo of the song.

As it erupted into the chorus, you both twisted around, holding hands and grinning, half-singing along.

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47 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#4

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader where reader has given birth to their second daughter and Joe’s mom brings their toddler daughter to the hospital and Joe and reader introduce their daughter to her new baby sister?

This sounds so cute! OF course!

It was painful, of course, it was painful. The first time was painful. God, you forgot the pain.

But once it was over, it was worth it. Worth the hours of labor to see the sweet little face.

"Congrats, miss, the girl's healthy!" the midwife said as she held the little bundle. Already you heard the baby crying with its new lungs as if saying "I'm here! I'm here!"

Breathing in deeply and out, you sighed. So many other women weren't as lucky as you.

Looking over, Joe was in the same headspace as you. His eyes went big at the side. Despite the medical mask over his face, you could tell he was smiling.

You were given the little baby. She smelled sweet and she calmed down right at your touch.

"Ah, mama's girl already!"

He smiled and embraced her. "She's beautiful...."

You were spoiled with gifts and flowers and cards. The nurses even treated you to a steak dinner and plenty of adult diapers to cope with the post-birth flow once you got home.

Only hours later, you heard a familiar voice. "Are you ready to meet your sister?"

To which your older daughter, with the refined thoughts a three-year-old could voice, replied "whee! whee! wheee!" accompanied by light, excited footsteps.

Inside walked Joseph's mother with flowers, holding hands with the little girl. She was happy as could be-all spiffed up in a pink shirt and overalls as her tiny tennis shoes lit up with her exciting steps.

"Hi there!" she chirruped.

Both of you leaped from where you were sitting, Joe put his hands over his mouth.

"Hey Mama!" Joseph greeted. They both hugged each other. "We thought my brother was looking after her and...your-your headache and such!"

"I'm doing fine- the headache's gone! Your siblings called me and asked them to take me...they wanted this girl to meet her sister!" Mrs. Mazzello explained.

Outside the sunshine warmed up your side of the bed. The baby was fed and you were happy to cuddle her. The warmth of the weather and of the new life in your arms was welcome.

"And how are you ladies doing? Both of you?" she asked.

"We're great. Labor wasn't too bad- well, you know, just bad enough as usual. And this one is healthy as a horse," you explained.

"Daddy! Mommy!" your little girl greeted. Joe picked her up and carried her.

"What's up, princess? Are you ready to meet your sister?"

Your daughter nodded. Then Joe walked closer to her. There was a chair next to your bed. Joe sat on it while holding your daughter up.

"Here she is!" you announced proudly.

The little girl leaned forward, smiling as she looked at the baby. She reached her grubby hands forward but Joe held her back a little.

"Be gentle! You gotta be gentle with Sissy!" he instructed.

She grinned.

"She's so cute! I love her!" the little girl said.

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Hi everyone!

This is your reminder for fanfic writers-

If you think your idea for a fanfic is too “weird” or “not traditional” or “off” or that “no one will read it…”

WRITE IT! WRITE IT ANYWAY!! WRITE THE DAMN FIC!👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Trust me, there were a couple passion projects of mine where I was worried about notes or what people would think or that it wasn’t this kind of fic that was popular right now.

BUT GUESS WHAT??

People read it- reblogged it, kudos’d it, commented, gave me asks praising them…

So just do it! At least three souls out there want to hear your story and give it attention and a listen and will be touched, moved, or enjoy it!!!

So whatever it is, don’t be ashamed- WRITE! THE! FIC!!

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Elvis (2022) dir. Baz Luhrmann

160 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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headcanons for comforting the Queen boys when they’re crying?

AWWWWW. I really like this!

Freddie:

You would catch those odd moments of his emotions. He would be alone and tears would be streaming down his face despite his smile. You hardly knew what and when you asked, he did not reply. “Darling, I can’t talk about it now...”

 “It’s alright, Fred, you don’t have to tell me!” you insist.

You lean his head close to you so that he lens against your shoulder and let him cry it out.

Roger:

Roger was always the cheerful one. He would rarely get sad, truly, truly sad. But when it did, it broke your heart. He was shaking and rubbing the tears off with his sleeve.

“Here...shhhh” You would say.

 You let him hug you- and he does on tightly. His fingers pressing into your skin desperately. So deeply, you are sure there are marks. You would suggest doing something like going out for dinner, drinks, and/or a movie. An activity out there to get his mind off.

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#unreality - 18 posts

#romanian tumblr - 6 posts

#knitting - 2 posts

#cultural differences - 2 posts

#omg - 2 posts

#eurovision - 2 posts

#but also - 2 posts

#previous user's tags: - 1 post

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#spiraling into anxiety as you remember traumatic events from your own past because something reminded you of that is not good though

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I am FULLY aware that a communion wafer looks like this for Catholics:

Over here they don’t bother with pretty shapes, so they're basically little squares made of normal bread:

But reading Dracula, I came across this:

[...] On your forehead I touch this piece of Sacred Wafer in the name of the Father, the Son, and——” 

There was a fearful scream which almost froze our hearts to hear. As he had placed the Wafer on Mina’s forehead, it had seared it—had burned into the flesh as though it had been a piece of white-hot metal.

Because I am a heathen who likes wafers, the image that popped into my head was:

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115 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

#4

Me and my bf, an hour ago on the streets of Dublin on holiday: Why the heck are pubs so overcrowded on a *Thursday* evening?

Me and my bf, arriving at the hotel and seeing the news on a large TV screen: Huh, Queen Elizabeth II died.

Me, arriving in our room: OH SO THAT’S WHY THE PUBS ARE FULL!

168 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

#3

Moldova (friendly competitive ribbing): We’re the winners here tonight! Yo, Italy! We’re the winners! 

The host on Romania’s public TV network, dubbing: “We are all winners here tonight.”

422 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

#2

Historical romances set in Victorian times: Oh! But a woman couldn’t go anywhere unchaperoned! Being alone with a man was automatically COMPROMISING and a SCANDAL!

Dracula, meanwhile...

Lucy’s fiancee: Hey, doc, old boy, I know you have the hots for my dear Lucy and this will be an akward question, but could you please invite yourself over to lunch at her place? She’s looking kind of off. She’ll want to talk to you in private, of course, so take advantage of that to consult her and see if she’s ok. It’s in her best interest. Thanks!

Mina: Wellp, my fiancee is quite sick and I’m rather worried, so I’ll just hop off and travel the continent for him on my own.

503 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Listen, this is a very important joke.

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One day, Bear was walking through the forest when he encountered Wolf. 

“You’re on my to-eat list for today,” Bear said.

“Oh, no!” Wolf replied. “Let me at least go say goodbye to my wife and children!”

Bear agreed, Wolf said his goodbyes to his wife and children, then was eaten.

Later on, Bear was walking through the forest when he encountered Fox. 

“You’re on my to-eat list for today,” Bear said.

“Oh, no!” Fox replied. “Let me at least go say goodbye to my wife and children!”

Bear agreed, Fox said his goodbyes to his wife and children, then was eaten.

A bit later, Bear was walking through the forest when he encountered Rabbit.

“You’re on my to-eat list for today,” Bear said.

“Oh, no!” Rabbit replied. “Can you cross me off it?” 

“Sure can,” Bear replied, crossed Rabbit off the list, then walked on.

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I was reminded of this joke a few days ago, when a potential client wanted me to work for them during the night, in order to provide some translations super-quickly. I told them I tend to sleep during the night, but I’ll be available in the morning, if that’s ok.

I told the story on a Discord server I’m in (in about as much detail as you’ve been given) and while some people agreed with me, one person said she would’ve done the job, and that she’s taken this sort of assignment before just to see how it goes.

My potential client client replied, saying that working in the morning is fine. 

The point of all this is, before you jump at doing something that’s entirely out of your way and you don’t really see a purpose for - ask if it’s ok to not do that. This stands for both work and personal life.

Sometimes people ask for weird things for a very good reason, but at other times they haven’t really thought things through before asking. It doesn’t hurt to say, “This is very inconvenient because X - can we find another way?” and see what the response is. Self-sacrifice can be laudable, but make sure it’s needed.

841 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

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I posted 230 times in 2022

That's 226 more posts than 2021!

43 posts created (19%)

187 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@brick-a-doodle-do

@beckyu

@data-expunged-0

@aslitheryprinx

@pixlokita

I tagged 57 of my posts in 2022

#g/t - 16 posts

#c!orchid - 12 posts

#tiny!tommy - 8 posts

#g/t mcyt - 8 posts

#asks - 7 posts

#c!beckyu - 7 posts

#g/t writing - 6 posts

#giant!wilbur - 5 posts

#c!brick - 4 posts

#tiny!techno - 4 posts

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#it's both ranboo and tubbo but ranboo is just mentioned in a phone call and tubbo is speaking to tommy through his phone

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Adoption Comes in All Sizes

@mcyt-gt-events

This be for you @colossal-red

I hope you enjoy it ^^

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"Thank you so much mate, you're a real life saver."

"No problem Phil, I owe you for the many times you helped me."

"Still, you're a life saver."

"Do you need help bringing the tree to your house Phil."

"I would appreciate it."

"Alright, you need help with carrying the tree to the car?"

"You really asking that question?"

"Hey, just cause you're pretty strong and have a semi-buff body, doesn't mean that you can't use a little help with carrying a tree to your car."

"You know what, why don't you get my car closer so that you won't worry about me carrying the tree from here to my car?"

"Alright, be right back."

As his friend went to grab Phil's car, Phil took a look at the tree.

It wasn't too big, but it also wasn't too small, it was enough to fit inside his home.

Phil smiled, he couldn't wait to set up his new tree and decorate it.

After a bit of waiting, he saw his car.

Phil picked the tree up and carried it towards his car.

His friend got out of the car, giving Phil a glare.

"Bruh, I didn't tell you to carry the tree to your car."

"Does it seem like I care? No."

His friend sighed.

"Well, if you happen to get cramps on your old back, don't even dare call me."

"I'm not old!"

"Yeah, keep telling that to yourself if it helps you sleep at night."

Phil playfully rolled his eyes.

"Talk to you soon mate?"

"Yeah, good luck setting up the tree."

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31 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#4

Getting to know of Each Other

1st part: The Night of the Giant Statues

Here is the second part, hope you enjoy it!!

Warning(s): Cursing, Being stabbed with a throwing knife

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"Wilbur!!"

The god yelled, he felt agony in his heart when he saw his son in statue form.

He ran over to his son, fell to the ground and wrapped wings around him.

He had tears running down his eyes, in the corner of his eyes, he could see Techno not moving, with his eyes widened a bit.

He put his head on his son's shoulder, not paying attention that he was next.

The next thing he felt was his body changing, but he doesn't care.

At least Phil was next to Wilbur.

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Phil was the first to wake up from his stony slumber.

He looked around the building, apparently the night guard said that the building they were in was called a museum.

"Strange name for a building this big."

Phil then realized something.

"The night guard forgot to tell us his name."

He sighed, not the first time someone forgot to tell Phil their name, definitely won't be the last.

"So now you're awake huh?" Phil turned to see the night guard at the entrance of their now called "room".

"How long have you been standing there? Waiting for one of us to wake up?"

"Just got here like a few minutes ago, as soon as I went inside here, your body was already turning back to how you used to look like."

Both of them stood there in silence.

"Is it alright if I can accompany you mate? I might not be much but I just don't wanna be here, feeling alone without my son and friend, you get what I'm saying?"

The night guard nodded, then started walking out of the room with Phil catching up to him.

Once they were out of the room, the guard took out his flashlight and kept walking.

"So you only have a flashlight to guide you in the darkness of the museum, and no weapon to protect yourself with?" Phil asked.

He was rather more curious than worried that the guard only had a flashlight on him.

"Yes, my boss only gives out flashlights. But my boss also allows me to bring a weapon just in case."

"Well, what did you bring for protection?"

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32 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#3

Getting a new brother in a Giant Zoo

Again, thank u @wendy130 for letting me use the prompt, so here it is!!

Warning(s): Dehumanization (It's giants being kept in a zoo and being treated as animals), Cursing, Hitting (Just a random kid hitting little Tubbo)

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"Sir, you're lucky that you and your son weren't in harm's way from that Breach, are you sure you want to continue your visit?"

If Phil was being honest, yes, he would like to continue the tour.

He felt pity for the giants that they were stuck in a cage like animals, just for entertainment.

He was the one who caused the breach, and he wasn't caught letting the giant free, but the poor soul got sent back to their cage.

He felt disgusted that people locked up giants just to show off like some animal.

But then again, he was also here for his son, Tommy.

The kid was excited to be here, and Phil won't deny the fact that he wanted Tommy to have a good life.

"Yes, I'm sure that I want to continue the visit. Afterall, don't want to make me kid upset."

"Ah, love your kid that you would do anything to keep that smile on their face."

Phil nodded.

"It's understandable, parents can be like that with their kids most of the time."

Phil was soon let go, he went to his son, who was sitting patiently on a chair.

"Ready to go, Tommy?" Tommy looked up at Phil, then excitement took over his body.

"Alright then, I think I saw another giant around these parts, do you want to go and check it out?"

Tommy nodded his head rapidly.

Then they went to the section that the giant was.

Phil took a second to look at them.

The giant had pink hair, red eyes, they seemed to have a pair of glasses on them and a book to read.

Tommy gasped, apparently, the giant seemed to hear Tommy gasp since they looked towards where Phil and Tommy were.

He saw the giant's eyes dilate at the sight of Tommy.

It seemed rather adorable, if it wasn't by the situation that the pink haired giant was in.

They seemed to put their book down and get closer to Tommy.

Phil noticed the pink haired giants eyes dilate a bit more now that they can see Tommy more close up in view.

Both of them were fascinated with each other.

Tommy began to squeal in delight at the sight of the giant being this close to him.

Phil looks to his right, seeing a stand that seemed to have information about the giant.

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55 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

#2

A Helping Hand

This gift is for @eyes-eye-eyes for @mcyt-gt-events, I really hope you enjoy this, I did my best to try and write this out for you. I might be able to do the second prompt but loss of motivation might get in the way but prompt 2 might happen.

Prompt #1: T!SBI are out on a vacation, and get lost on their way back to the place they are staying. They attract some hostile unwanted attention. Thankfully, a g!tommy saves them before they can get hurt. Hurt/comfort :))) VORE MAYBE!!

Warning: Safe Vore, Cursing, a little bit of fearplay(I think)

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Phil knew things weren't gonna go well when they got lost.

He knew better than to trust Wilbur with directions.

But he did, and now he regrets it.

Him, Wilbur, and Techno were taking a vacation, it was a little cabin in a forest.

They wanted to have a picnic in a specific area where Phil went every time he used to come here for summer vacation when he was younger.

Of course, he wasn't allowed in the picnic area anymore due to rumors of people disappearing because of giants or dangerous creatures when they got to the picnic area.

He didn't and still doesn't believe the rumors. After all, those were just rumors.

He heard Techno sigh, "Dad, why did you let Wilbur take control of the directions when he clearly doesn't know where he is going?"

"Well then fuck you too Tech-no-blade, I'm no "Human Compass" like you are." Wilbur exclaimed.

"Don't say my name like that, you know full well that I could be a better guide than you could ever be." Techno exclaimed softly.

"Guys don't be so loud, we might attract-" Phil tried to explain but was cut off.

"Then go ahead Mister "Human Compass", show us the way towards the picnic site." Wilbur exclaimed as loudly as he could, just to spite Phil.

It was silent for a few seconds, before a voice came up.

"Well well, if it isn't more humans for me to have, I'm gonna be honest, it's been a real long time since I had humans for lunch, but today is my lucky day as it seems."

They all turned around to see a giant, he had brunette hair, with a coat on. The giant was smirking down at them.

They tried to run, but hands caught them before taking even more steps.

"I don't think so, you're not going anywhere except for my stomach."

All hope seemed lost in the situation that they were in.

"Tubbo, what the fuck are you doing at my side of the forest with humans who were on my side of the forest, I thought we had an agreement." Another voice spoke.

"Oh c'mon Tommy, just a little snack wouldn't hurt anybody."

"Then how would you like it if I come over to your side and take dear old Ranboo as a snack eh? Bet that he would be a good one too."

The giant holding them tensed.

"You wouldn't dare fucking touch Ranboo."

"Then give me back the humans, and nothing bad will happen to your dear old Ranboo."

The giant or Tubbo, thought about it.

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56 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Night of the Giant Statues

Warning(s): Cursing, Mentions of hard vore, Ready to embrace death (I think you know what I mean by embracing death), Mentions of su!c!de

Sorry that I keep saying full names over and over again TwT

2nd part: Getting to know of Each Other

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It was Tommy's first night as the museum's night guard.

The museum contained things of the past.

Like Greek Mythology, ways of how to win a war back then in the early days, hell, even the types of gods and pantheons.

As boring as all that shit sounds, it sounded interesting to a lot of nerds who are into stuff from the past.

And it was safe to say that Tommy was one of those nerds.

Sue him for that, but was it worth it learning about the past?

To some no.

To others yes.

Tommy couldn't care less.

So back to what he was doing, he was just patrolling around the museum, making sure everything was in place.

He went to one of his favorite sections of the whole museum.

The SBI Section.

It's a section with three gods that used to be a bit problematic back then.

But, as every story starts, there will always be an end to that story.

The people of back then gathered together, and made the three gods into stone.

One by one.

The first one to turn to stone Wilbur Soot, God of Insanity, Music, and Trickery.

They manage trick him.

How? Tommy himself doesn't know since it doesn't specify how they trick a god of trickery.

The next was Philza, God of Hardcore, Void, and Life.

He was Death's Husband, they turned him into stone while he was grieving from his already turned stone son.

The last one to turn to stone was Technoblade, God of Combat, Blood, and Destruction.

A powerful warrior beat him in a duel, both of them made a deal.

If Technoblade wins, both Philza and Wilbur Soot would be out of their stone cages of eternity and punish the people who turned them to stone.

If the warrior wins, Technoblade would accept loss and would allow the people to turn him into stone with the two other stone gods.

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69 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

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The Agreement Pt. 2

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: It's been a month since you and Buggy created the new agreement. One very long month, and with yet another month to go until you could go find Buggy once more, you're spirits were at an all-time low. You wanted to be around him--to go off and find him, but your pride would hardly allow you to break this new agreement. But you knew of a loophole. A loophole you kept hidden under your bed in a fancy box.

Topics: Smut (misuse of devil fruit powers, oral (m. receiving), p in v, slight edging), angst, fluff if you squint, canon typical violence

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I just wanted to quickly say thank you to everyone who has read, liked, commented, and reblogged part 1 of this story. It means the world to me! I hope you enjoy part 2.

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You took a long, gulping swing from the sixth beer you’d had that night as you watched your crew terrorize the folks who’d chosen the wrong night to frequent this pub. Watched them drunkenly stumble about and break anyone and anything that got in their way as they sang off-tune sea shanties. 

Your girls had tried to get you to tag in, to even butcher the one man who had stupidly tried to fight back, but you insisted on watching--saying it was much more amusing when in all reality you would much rather have come here alone. Much rather sit in the shadows of the candle-lit pub and watch as people went about their lives, hardly batting an eye at you. 

Really, you would have rather not been here at all. Not when that hole in your chest yearned to sail restlessly across the East Blue until you came across the ship baring a clown and cross-bone jolly roger. Until you were stripped down and bare, laying in a firey tangle of limps with the ship’s captain. 

It had only been a month since you’d seen Buggy last. A long, tedious month full of nothing but yearning. A month since the two of you had rewritten your years-long agreement. Rewrote it in such a major way that it still scared you to think about it for too long--had you second-guessing yourself. Had you scared that he would eventually betray you and crush you just as everyone else had. 

You downed the last of your beer as your mind floated to what you had hidden safely in a silk-lined box you’d stolen off a passenger ship whose occupants were nothing less than filthy rich. You hadn’t opened that box since, not wanting to disturb the sensitive bit of flesh within its confines. 

But as your mind wandered down the path of the box and its contents, you began thinking of its owner. Of the way you missed the feel of him inside of you. How you missed getting fucked mercilessly yet oh so sweetly all the same. Of how much you truly missed being around him and his crackling laugh. 

It was driving you insane. And your fashionably dressed and out-for-blood crew were not helping your loneliness.

With that thought in mind, you stood, earning the attention of a few of your crew who gave a cheer your way. 

“Captian! Finally come to join us?” A woman whose purple hair had been buzzed close to her skull asked. She had been on your crew since you first set sail years ago. Had survived the life of a pirate that long--survived your wrath. 

You grabbed a bottle of spiced rum from behind the bar, the bartender’s throat long having been slit and laying in a pool of his own blood unable to stop you. Taking a quick swing, you dug through your pocket until you pulled out a golden box of matches you had also stolen from that passenger ship. 

“Burn the place when you have had your fill, yes?” You said, placing the box in her palm. She hardly looked disappointed and gave a wickedly broken laugh. 

“Aye, aye captain.” And you left, stepping over the broken and dead with hardly a bat of an eye. 

The trip from the bar to your ship was a relatively short one, just a quick cut through the town whose doors had been locked tight upon their arrival. The gold-painted ship, decked out in all the gems and jewels you had stolen over the years gleamed down at you, welcoming you back in its cold arms. 

You wanted more than anything to burn the thing where it floated. To watch all the gemstones crack under the heat and the wood engulfed in roaring flames that even the sea could not control.

The ship had been more your prison than home. More of a living reminder of everything you had lost--of that darkness that lived in the hole in your chest. 

But burning it could wait for a little longer. At least until this last month was over. 

You drank some more of the burning liquid you had stolen as you climbed aboard and wound your way through the shining underbelly of the ship until you came to your chambers. The inside was like that of a dragon's treasure hoard, with gold coins and pearl necklaces laying around in chests and golden goblets. 

All the things you had collected over the years had turned your room into a mock sort of treasure chest, but only one treasure had your eye at that moment--had had your eye for a month. 

You marched your way through the curtain that separated your office area and your sleeping quarters, taking one last deep drink of rum before throwing it away. 

Gently, you reached under your bed and pulled the sliver box out from under it. Your stomach fluttered in something like nerves as you climbed into bed, placing the box before you. You were almost too anxious to open the thing and peek inside. 

Would he care if you opened it? If you dared to even go as far as to hold it in your hand? 

You almost scoffed when you thought of what he would do in your situation. If it was your breasts in some box, you knew he would sure as hell go out of his way to give them his unyielding attention. 

Opening the box, you found the of softened piece flesh laying there. You remembered back to when you took the thing, to how Buggy had said it was sensitive. Could he possibly feel it, it beginning detached as it was? 

With that curiosity, you gently brushed your fingertips over his cock and, to your delighted surprise, it gave a stir. 

He could feel it. 

A wicked grin crossed your face as you picked it up. Oh, you were going to have fun with this. 

“Ladies and gentlemen! It is my absolute pleasure to introduce the next act. A daring feat of bravery and will,” Buggy said, a sharp laugh on his red-painted lips. “Please put your hands together--oh, no, stumps, together for your fearless lieutenant, who will be attempting the Shallow Dive!” 

Buggy gestured towards the high jump, where the marine lieutenant stood, illuminated in the spotlight, white-faced and tied up. His eyes, which were wider than his face in that moment, looked down at the small bucket Buggy’s underlings had set up. 

“Oh, will he survive?” Buggy asked as if in mock panic which quickly became overrun with yet another laugh. A murmur rose among the crowd of chained marines sitting around the sand-filled stage. One that sounded nothing of laughter or that of clapping. Buggy snapped to face them, a few outright flinching at his sudden piercing gaze upon them. 

“Clap!” He shouted, many of the marines instantly lifting their arms to clap however they could without the use of their hands, which had been chopped off after their defeat so they might be more docile. Those who had the nerve to not clap were unchained and dragged off by Buggy’s freaks into the greenroom where they would wait to be a part of the next act. 

“Much better. Now, we will all count to three--” Buggy’s voice caught in his throat when something brushed against his crotch. He knew nothing here could do such a thing, seeing as his cock was somewhere, hopefully, safe in your hands. 

Hands.

“On the count of three, your lieutenant will jump into that basin of water. One…two--” A strangled surprised sound shot from Buggy’s throat as something wet inclosed over the tip of his cock.

Month. Fuck, he would know that mouth anywhere. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Now? You were choosing now of all times to mess with him? 

He tried to pull himself together, that murmur rising throughout the circus tent once more. A murmur that rose the anger in his chest to near boiling--nope, he couldn’t regain himself--couldn’t even get angry. Not when you were purposely giving him the best blow job of his life. He gave a frustrated sound as he started towards the exit. 

“Toss him off!” Buggy commanded his freaks on top of the high jump. He hardly had to look to know they had obeyed, because an out roar rose up throughout the crowd followed by the sickening splat of their lieutenant hitting the bucket of water and getting crushed against the ground. “And take their tongues, will you! God, so annoying.” 

Buggy’s hardened cock twitched as you lapped up the precome that had begun to spill from the tiny slit on the head. You hummed as you pulled away, placing it gently down so that you could quickly pull your pants, underwear and all, off. 

You wished it was Buggy who pulled them off, Buggy here to flip you around and hold you down as he slid his cock deep into you, but you knew you couldn’t have all of him for another month. It would make you look weak-willed--like you went back on your word. 

So this would do seeing as it, technically, didn't go against your agreement. Technically Buggy wasn’t here. This was, if you didn’t look too closely,  just a very realistic toy.

Grabbing up the cock which was all but begging for your attention, you ran your wet folds over the length of it.

You wanted to make Buggy sweat--to torture him, and his body being nowhere in sight was the perfect time to do so. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You were driving Buggy crazy. You were warm and wet and all so ready to take him--Fuck!

Buggy had all but run back to his ship and locked his door tight. Had all but ripped his hat and jacket off, throwing them haphazardly to the floor. Hot--he was getting all too hot. 

He didn’t know what to do--how to function with you riding him in such a way. He couldn’t grab hold of you so that he might stop this all-out torture. Couldn’t pin down and slam into you mercilessly for even thinking about teasing him in such a way. 

He wanted to be inside you so fucking bad it was like a physical need. A need so bad it might as well have been an all-out hunger. 

You’re pussy throbbed for Buggy to be inside you as you continued to rub your clit over the length of him. A throb that finally won you over and had you sliding down onto Buggy’s cock, sending fluttering buzzing all throughout your body. You sunk oh so slowly, trying your hardest to keep up the perfect torture you were dealing Buggy. 

You cupped his balls in your palm, kneading them gently as you began to ride him just as slowly. So slow it was starting to become a sort of self-torture. 

Again you were reminded of his body’s absences. Of his rough hands sliding over your skin. Of his strong arms holding you tight. Just being close to him--feeling the warmth he gave off. It nearly had that hole in your chest spilling over in that darkness that followed you, but you quickly chased it away. 

Buggy was with you. Even if it was only one piece of him. A piece that was currently sending wave after wave of pleasure rumbling through your body. 

Slow. You kept your pace slow. 

You wondered what he was doing now? If he had his fist clenched as he took your torture in front of his crew? Maybe even in front of some poor saps he’d taken hostage? Or, you wondered, had he secluded himself in his room so he could properly enjoy himself? 

Regardless, the thought of him and his green-blue eyes and wide smile was beginning to send you closer to your end. 

Fuck--too slow. You were going way too slow when all Buggy wanted to do was fuck you senseless. Fuck you hard enough to remind you that no one teased him--especially in this way. 

He clutched onto his red and white striped pillow for any sort of stability. He tried to imagine it was your body--smooth skin marred here in there by scars earned from years as a pirate. Tried to imagine your legs straddling his waist as you used him as your own personal toy. 

But the image could only go so far. Not when you’re hands were nowhere to be found. When he couldn’t kiss your lips, and fuck did he want to kiss you. 

Buggy was a liar by nature. It had always come naturally to him, but he couldn’t lie about missing you. About missing you’re eyes, which he had figured out you always tried to keep in a cold, calculating stare. A stare he had learned to see right through. He missed your smile--how it made his heart go crazy any time you graced him with it. Missed your voice. 

Buggy hated being lonely--unloved--and whenever you were around that gaping hole life had bore into him was covered right up. 

You paused in your pace as if you’d grown tired of dealing out such pleasurable torture. It had an all but whimpering gruff of impatiences spilling from his lips. He might have thought you had come already had he not known exactly want it felt like for you to come around his cock.  

No, this was your way of continuing to tease him. Of reminding him he could do nothing but take whatever crumb of pleasure you gave him. 

But he knew something you didn’t. Knew you’d only ever seen little of the power that Devil Fruit had given him. Power he was only ever glad to have in situations such as these. 

And oh was he going to enjoy every second of it.

You slumped over, placing your head against your bed as you took in deep, steady breaths. You didn’t want to finish just yet. You didn’t want this to end so soon. Not when you wanted to keep teasing Buggy. Not when you wanted him to stay in you--be a part of you--for just a little longer.

This was the closest you had been to him in a month and it wasn’t nearly enough, but it was what you would take until you could see him fully intact once more. 

So you were taking a pause, just long enough to cool down so that you both could last just that much longer. 

Buggy’s cock slammed into you deep, sending a shocked moan ripping from your throat. 

What in the hell…

You propped yourself up on your elbows, finding his cock had in fact moved deeper within you, but how was the question that popped into your mind. Buggy was nowhere near you…could he control it from all those miles away? 

You pulled halfway off of his cock only for it to slam right back into you. His cock thrust into you in such a way that it sent your face falling into your bed once more, your ass lifting into the air. 

Buggy's cock thrust into you sharply again. He thrust ruthlessly again and again and again until he had picked up a dangerously menacing pace that pulled humming moans from your lips. 

He could control it. Could control it from this far away and it was sending you closer and closer to that edge you had been trying to fight off. An edge that broke like a water dam through you.

Buggy came with you, spilling hot come into your trembling pussy. You gave a breathy moan as you buried your head in your silk sheets, holding onto them in a grip that turned your knuckles pale. 

You waited for Buggy’s strong arm to grab hold of you--to sluggishly pull you into his chest, but it never came. 

You were reminded then of how utterly and terrifyingly alone you were. 

That darkness that followed you like a shadow tore and ripped at the hole you had been slowly mending.

You gently pulled Buggy’s softening cock from you and found a cloth to clean him off before you placed it back into the silver box, locking it back up. 

The sounds of your crew stumbling back onto your ship echoed down into your room as you clutched the box close to your chest, making no attempt to leave your bed. 

One more month…you could last just one more month. 

Liar. Utter liar.

Buggy stared up at the wooden ceiling of his room, feeling nothing but hollow on the inside. It was a feeling he had become all that much less used to since knowing you. Feelings that, in your presence, all but vanished. 

He decided this was true torture--not being around you. Not being able to hold you.

“Captain?” The grating voice of Mohji sounded through his door, filling Buggy with an anger that was only fueled by his newly depressing mood. “Uh--should we execute the rest of the Marines?” Buggy gave a growling shout, voicing his frustration as he threw himself out of his bed and whipped the door open. Mohji flinched upon his appearance, taking a step back that resulted in his slamming into his goofy lion, Richie.

“Can I never have a moment of peace?” Buggy hissed in his second-in-command's face before going back into his room to angrily pull his jacket and hat back on. 

“Forgive me, Captain--just, some of the marines have tried to escape and--” Buggy slammed his door shut as he shoved past his second, heading for the deck.

“Yes, yes. Just kill them and get my freaks back on board. We’re leaving.” Buggy heard more than saw Mohji follow after him, his lion giving cat-like noises as he went. Very unlion-like, but since when were any of his freaks the definition of normal? Never. And despite having wished for a terrifying, bloodthirsty lion, he wouldn’t have had it any other way. A dancing lion was all that much better.

“Should I set course for anywhere specific?” Buggy thought for a moment. Thought of you. Of your eyes and the feel of your body against his. Thought of where you might be in the vastness that was the East Blue.

“North.” Was all Buggy said, as the falling night sky greeted him. He had grown impatience of waiting--of feeling this fucking loneliness. Of having an ocean between them.

Buggy was going to find you, regardless of this new agreement you two had pulled together. And north--north called to him. You were north.

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[tomsmusictaste]

recent twitter refugee here, I'm kinda still gettin the hang of this place and still looking for people to talk to about any kinda rock music. you seem to have good taste so if you could give me some pointers that'd be ideal 🤘 tysm

Hello! Well first of all welcome, happy to have you here!! 😸🤘

Pointers eh? 🧐 Well, as well as following blogs you can follow specific tags (you should get the option to do that whenever you use the search function)

So then you’ll get the occasional post related to that popping up on your dashboard, regardless of whether you follow the op

Also when you’re on the homepage there’s a tab called ‘your tags’ which you can filter with as many or as few of your followed tags as you like

• Tag Tips: It can also be useful to use more specific tags if you’re searching for a particular artist, especially lesser known ones. Quite often you’ll see a post for a band, but it’s tags will include several similar bands, which is an algorithm thing I suppose, but it can make it quite hard to find content about specific artists — I personally make a point not to do this, I always only tag with the band or bands that are related to the post, but it does seem to be a fairly common practice :/ BUT! Here’s how to get around that problem:

Let’s say you want to see some posts about Seaway, instead of typing Seaway into the search bar (and being met with several Neck Deep posts that happen to have the Seaway tag on them) it’s better to search ‘Ryan Locke,’ (or any other member of the band) or ‘Seaway Lyrics,’ or in this particular case where the band has their own cute nickname then ‘Seaboiz’ — then you’re more likely to see posts that are actually about the bands you’re searching for

Oh and if you’re on the search page, swapping between the ‘Top’ and ‘Latest’ tabs can be a good way to find new stuff 👍

• Follow Freely. That said, in my experience, following blogs is better than following tags — if you keep seeing certain usernames around the content you like, if you see me or any other blogs you follow rb-ing from the same person a lot, then check out that blog! Maybe reblog some of their stuff, give them a follow — and hey, if it turns out they don’t post quite what you thought they might, it’s okay to unfollow later. Or if they post a mix of stuff you like and stuff you really don’t like, the Tumblr settings allow you to block certain tags - then you can follow whoever and just get the good stuff (assuming it’s tagged properly, which it sometimes isn’t, but alas, ‘tis a risk we must take)

• Reblogs Rule! Speaking of reblogging, reblog. The reblog feature is what this site is built around, a scrapbook in which we all just share stuff we like for our followers to see. If you see stuff you like reblog it, that’s what helps the community thrive. You may also find yourself on a blog that has been inactive for many years but has some older content that you like. You absolutely can and should reblog that content. Timestamps don’t matter over here, if you like it then share it, regardless of when it was originally posted or if the op is still active 🤘

And speaking of reblogging, when you do you’ll have the option to add tags – now you can simply add tags for search purposes; reblogging a post about Fall Out Boy? Tag it with #Fall Out Boy and then when you search that tag on your blog, you’ll be able to see that post again — but you also have free reign to put whatever you want in the tags, almost like a ‘soft comment’ a little bit of commentary regarding your instant reaction to the post, such as #omg I forgot about this song or #hell yes this bands rules or #whoa this edit looks super cool for example, but you can really write anything, and that can give the person you reblogged from a bit more insight into your thoughts and feelings regarding the artist or the post in question

• ‘Laundry Listing.’ Oh, and I just thought- it’s not as common nowadays, but a little while ago you’d fairly often see people post something along the lines of ‘Hey I’m looking for other people that are also into [insert laundry list of bands] like/reblog if any apply’ — so it could be worthwhile making a post like that, or if you find a post like that then reblogging and tagging it with the ones that do apply

• And last but not least, in fact perhaps the most important tip of all I can give you is this:

“Build It And They Will Come”

Basically, if you yourself post* about certain bands or artists, more often that not you’ll tend to find fans will gravitate towards you and follow you/reblog your stuff. In my experience, this is always felt like the best way to find like-minded fans of certain artists

*and I say post, but this can include reblogged posts from other people as well as your own posts

I mean, part of the whole reason I made this blog in the first place was I could barely find any content about some of my favourite bands (Every Avenue, The Downtown Fiction, The Academy Is…) so I thought ‘fuck it, I’ll make it myself’ — and that’s what I did. People started following me, I followed some of them back, and now here we are

So there you go! This is all just based off of my own experience here, and sorry if this was a bit of an info overload or if you already knew some of it, but still, those are the main tips I can think of, I hope any or all of this helps, and I hope your twitter refugee journey goes smoothly! Thanks for the ask!🤘🖤😸

Tl;dr - frequent reblogs and follows are good, post about what you like and you’ll tend to find people who post what you like as well 🖤

[sacredsorceress]

Three’s a Crowd || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: when you come down to visit your boyfriend, bucky barnes, at the wilson residence and see his interaction with sam’s nephews firsthand- you can’t help but entertain the idea of having a family of your own with the super soldier.

a/n: here’s some short and sweet fluff prior to the season finale! reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of starting a family? it’s pure fluff

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“Hey sleepyhead.” You hummed, running your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair.

At the sound of your voice and the gentle touch of your fingers slipping through his hair and brushing against his skin ever so slightly, Bucky opened his eyes to bet met with your figure sitting at his side, staring down at him. 

No matter how many times he woke up to see you first thing in the morning with the sunlight highlighting your features, he would swear he was in heaven- utterly consumed with the feeling of pure bliss.

“Hi, doll.” He smiled, his voice still raspy.

At the feeling of his hands moving to lay on either side of your waist you smiled. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, realizing that you had come all the way down to the Wilson’s home when the last place Bucky had left you before going on his mission with Sam was at your shared apartment in New York.

“I missed you.” You shrugged. 

“I told you I was coming home today, Y/n.”

“I know, Buck.” You said, now laying your palm against his cheek. “But I heard about everything that happened and I couldn’t wait another day to see you.”

Looking up at you and leaning into your palm that was cupping his cheek, Bucky couldn’t believe how he ever got so lucky as to have you.

Breaking him out of his moment spent admiring you, he heard the sound of Sam’s nephews running into the room, and turned his head only to see them playing with the famous vibranium shield in their hands.

“Hey!” He exclaimed.

Immediately upon being caught by the super soldier, the boys dropped the shield onto the ground, scurrying out of the room, no doubt scared about getting caught with their uncle’s prized possession.

“Look at you babysitting.” You laughed, playfully swatting at your boyfriend’s chest.

Bucky caught your hand midair and scoffed. “I’m not babysitting... it’s just... dangerous... you know?”

“Sure,” You smiled. “Whatever you say, tough guy.”

Grasping the dog tags that were lying on his chest, you gently tugged on the chain and brought his face inches away from yours. Seeing his sleepy, smiling face- you brought your lips to meet his for a soft kiss before pulling away.

“One more?” He asked, quirking his eyebrows.

“Go brush your teeth first.” You laughed, watching as he threw you a fake pout. “Then I’ll see what I can do.”

-

Although the two of you spent the remainder of the day apart- Bucky training with Sam and you helping Sarah with things she needed done around the property- you came together again on the docks that evening while the Sun began to set over the horizon.

Carrying a crate in your hands that you had assured Sarah wasn’t too heavy for you, you made your way near the boat again, laying your eyes on your super soldier boyfriend for the first time since that morning.

You swear your heart could’ve burst right in your chest, taking in the sight in front of you.

Bucky was stood at the end of the dock, one hand on his knee while he chatted with Sam and his sister beside him. His other arm- his vibranium one- was stretched out and you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face as you witnessed Sam’s nephews and other children you hadn’t seen before hanging off of it, laughing to one another in awe about how “cool” his arm was. 

With the golden hue of the sunset setting over your boyfriend’s features, you wished you had a camera on you so you could never forget the moment. You could’ve sworn you would’ve stood there for eternity staring if it weren’t for Bucky catching your eye, waving back at you smiling.

Although you couldn’t hear him, you watched as he said something to the kids, gently shaking them off of his arm, before striding over to you.

“Here, let me take that.” He offered, taking the crate from your arms and setting it down on the dock.

Watching as he did so, your mind was still utterly consumed with the image you had just seen in front of you.

“So kids really seem to like you, huh?” You asked.

“What?” He asked, before remembering what he had just been up to. “Oh that?” Bucky asked gesturing back towards where the kids were playing at the end of the dock. “No... they just like the arm, you know?”

As much as you loved your boyfriend, you knew that he was completely naive when it came to the positive effects he had on people.

“Buck...” You cooed, reaching for his hands and pulling his body closer to yours. “When are you going to realize that people like you for you? They think you’re cool! Sure, the metal arm helps, but just admit it babe- kids like you.”

Resting his hands on your waist, you watched as a teasing smirk formed on his face.

“Why are you so obsessed with how kids act around me today?”

As soon as he asked, you began to feel flustered by him not only noticing, but calling you out on it. You hadn't realized you were being so obvious, but you could barely help yourself. Seeing your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, surrounded by kids? You couldn’t help but think of him surrounded by children of your own. All you could think about all day when not engaged in an active conversation with those around you was entertaining the idea of starting a family with your favorite 106 year-old man.

“I’m not!” You exclaimed, playfully swatting at his chest. “Why are you so obsessed with me being obsessed about you with kids? Hmm? Wanna answer that old man?”

Watching as you laughed while teasing him, Bucky couldn’t help but get lost in the moment.

“Buck-” You began.

“You know you look so beautiful right now?” He cut you off.

You bit your bottom lip to try to hide the large smile that was creeping over your face at his compliment. No matter how long the two of you had been together, or how many times he complimented you, he always knew how to make you feel the same butterflies you did the first time you met him.

“Especially with the sunset? You look beautiful all the time, doll, but... wow.” He said.

“Bucky, stop flattering me.” You insisted, running your hands up his chest before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

“I mean it, Y/n.” He said. “You’re the best looking thing on this damn planet.”

Utterly consumed in the moment, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Me?” You asked. “Have you ever seen yourself? I swear I want our kids to look just like you.”

As soon as the sentence slipped out of your mouth, you regretted it. It came out so naturally you hadn’t even had time to think about it before you essentially just confessed to your boyfriend that you wanted to have children with him.

Although you and him had no doubt in your minds that you would spend the rest of your lives together, you understood that now might not have been the best time to bring up such a big life change with both of you only being thrown back into existence half a year ago and him being consumed in his work not only in saving the world, but in saving himself.

Embarrassed, you tried to weasel your way out of his grasp, but he only gripped his hands tighter on your waist pulling you towards him.

“What did you say?” He asked.

“I’m so sorry! Forget I said anything-” You pleaded.

“No, Y/n, stop. Stop apologizing.” He said. “Were you... were you talking about kids all day because you were thinking about... were you thinking about me being a dad?”

As you looked into his eyes, you could see how serious he was and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“Yes.”

The two of you stood staring at each other in silence for a few moments and just as you were beginning to grow afraid that you might have ruined everything, you watched as your boyfriend began to chuckle, a light smile playing on his lips.

“What?” You asked. “What is it?”

“Thank God.”

Quirking your eyebrows you pressed again. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” He asked playfully, pulling on your waist to tug you closer towards him. “Do you think I haven’t been thinking the same thing all day?”

“What-”

“Y/n.” He said seriously, the smile leaving his face. “You’ve been taking care of Sam’s nephews all day. Do you think the thought hasn’t crossed my mind? I know... I know I’ve been through a lot... we’ve been through a lot... but I want this with you.”

You could feel your heart swell in your chest, listening to your boyfriend’s words.

“What are you saying, Buck?” You asked.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He asked, smiling once again. “Okay. Today when I couldn’t tie the kid’s shoelaces because of my hand and you stepped in and did it for me I thought about how good of a mom you would be. You’d be such a good mom, Y/n. I’m a piece of work- I know that- but God you would be so good at it and if I have... you know... mini me’s running around I wouldn’t want anyone else because I know that they would be the most loved and cared for kids in the damn world having you as their mom.”

You once again couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you listened to your boyfriend’s praise. It wasn’t uncommon for bucky to worship the ground you walked on, but for him to give such a compliment regarding a future family of your own, you couldn’t help but feel as though you had been personally escorted to paradise.

Unable to find the words to describe the joy and excitement you were feeling, you spoke the only words you could find it in yourself to say to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said.

“I want it all with you too, Buck.” You said, moving your hand to cup his cheeks, “And for the record- you would be a great dad. I know you put on the tough guy look for everyone else, but as the luckiest woman on the planet- I’ve seen the love you have in your heart. You would spoil those kids rotten with love.”

You watched as the very rare instance of blush coated Bucky’s cheeks. Still smiling- so much so it almost began to hurt- you pulled your boyfriend’s face towards yours, allowing your lips to meet his. Just as you were about to deepen the kiss however, you heard a loud whistle, sounding from behind Bucky.

Peeking behind Bucky, you saw Sam standing a few feet away, sleeves rolled up and hands on his hips.

“Hey!” Sam teased. “There’s kids here!”

“Thanks for ruining the moment, Sam.” Your boyfriend grumbled beside you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You watched as Sam, laughing, took a swig of the beer in his hand, the sun setting behind him.

“I’m just messing with you, man.” He said. “Are you two staying tonight?”

The two of you glanced at one another, wordlessly communicating while smiling- both knowing what the other was thinking.

“I think...” You began. “I think we’re gonna start a family.”

When the words slipped out of your mouth, you and Bucky couldn't help but gaze at each other in awe of the situation. You were really going to do this. You were going to start a family with one another. You could hardly believe it, but you also couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment.

In front of the two of you, however, still stood Sam who spit out his beer at the sound of your words.

“Not on my sister’s couch you’re not!”