#amelia also just sucks

[zelkiff]

guys. i actually don’t care that sam just wanted a normal life. he can’t have it. they both never will. they know this. and sam also isn’t a fucking moron and could’ve figured out that the dead monster went to dead monster land. sam winchester who for almost 15 seasons did everything mostly for his brother and friend, did not try to search for him. or the 16yr old boy that also went missing.

him moving on after even attempting to look for either dean or kevin makes complete sense. also like to note that sam delving head first into a woman who clearly has some issues is not him “moving on”, it’s the ignorance of grief. i hate the defense that he was “being healthy”. both sam and dean have never ever handled something in a healthy way.

i do not care for the justifications, because partly yes i agree. i would’ve liked to seen “sams version” of dean with lisa but what they did was just bad, lazy writing. also amelia and his relationship was just a weird trauma bond. and this bad writing continued by making sam dismissive and an asshole for the majority of the season (though i think this part was more in character for sam lol).

(if you u r thinking of commenting/reblogging with something unhinged n uncalled for just know i’m unemployed and angry)

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

There are about three layers of a joke within this meme and I’m quite sure there’s only one person in the world aside from me who understands this in its entirety

[Characters left to right: The Traveler, Lilian, Caoimhe, Amelia. Second image: Ame. lol]

Line work under the cut because I couldn’t decide which I liked better, plus the original meme

[skyland2703]

…ok so I got inspired <3

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Thesis in the tags

[divinesplatter]

how would you defend badlands rumble vash /gen i haven't watched the movie but i've heard some Things about it (derogatory) and i'm genuinely curious what's wrong with him that would warrant defending like what are his issues

ok heres the thing right. first off i do recommend watching the movie if u get the chance and just going in open minded right. bc i heard a lot abt it too before i watched it and most of it was bad but if u just sit down to watch it and enjoy it for what it is its a genuinely fun movie. but there are Problems.

the main thing that puts people off of it is the way they characterize vash, which i completely understand, bc there are times it genuinely doesnt even feel like vash. if u watched the 98 series, they take some of his more womanizing traits we see there and amp it up to like 1000, specifically w amelia. its. weird, to watch, yes, and it comes across as ridiculously ooc, like hes literally all over her flirting w her touching her its weird!! its smth thats clearly done for comedic effect as is the case in a lot of anime, unfortunately, even tho its. not funny

but if u try to look at it w the perspective of what we know of vash as a character, theres some reasonings we could see for this behavior. given the plot and setting of the movie, vash very likely believed it to be a good idea to stay close to amelia, but also not allow her to get close to him, hence playing up the flirting as reasoning to follow her while keeping her annoyed w him and not thinking any deeper abt why hed be following her around specifically. and w all the bounty hunters around in the movie, vash revealing himself as the legendary vash the stampede would be disastrous. so u could def say hes playing up his pathetic silliness to ensure no one really takes him too seriously which is smth we see in every iteration of vash

like i absolutely agree blr vash is Weird for all that but i also see a lot of it as like. not him being weird for the sake of it like he has goals w doing the things he does. obv no one has to agree w me bc at the end of the day they very likely wrote him how they did in blr to be """funny""" and there werent any ulterior motives at all, this is just how i choose to interpret the movie bc vash is absolutely smart enough to put things together that would lead to him feeling he should stay close to amelia

and i also think the weirdness should not lead to people just refusing to watch the movie, which ive seen a lot of. which is a shame, bc a lot of the things they do w the movie are really good and interesting! it doesnt go as in depth w it as trimax does, bc its only a movie w limited runtime, but blr does touch on some of the main themes of trimax, mostly in regards to vashs rigid morality and the consequences thereof. and i personally enjoyed the vashwood dynamic, it was a lot more reminiscent of their dynamic in trimax than 98 imo

like at the end of the day vash is still Like That in the movie yes but i still think its worth watching and i personally enjoyed a lot of what they did w his character excluding that. i just think hes neat and more people need to give him and the movie in general a chance

[tallykale]

episode 19

as you can probably tell, i've thought a lot about what post-canon one would look like in my vision... i've said before that i have issues with straightforward fix-its, and i do genuinely love the tragic open-ended conclusion that the series has, but i... am not immune to playing with characters like dolls LOL

here's some writeups about where everyone is at mentally in these pictures. please please please PLEEEASE feel free to ask me more about this cuz i love talking about my beautiful mind palace

charlotte: somehow the most optimistic person in here, mostly out of necessity. when she died, she saw parker leading her out of a cave as her waiting room and was about to take his hand when airy respawned her, so she has a brief moment of bonding with bryce when he talks about the waiting room and seeing stella. with the knowledge that there is potentially a way to get out (bryce and liam being the proof) and the fear of rotting away again she is by far the most actively motivated to help liam figure out the computer. a lot of her days are spent talking to liam over the mic and writing out the code in the dirt so she can try to understand it. she still has to push against her natural misanthropy (and often shouts at liam or bryce for being fucking stupid and useless) but both working on the code and helping amelia give her something concrete to focus on outside herself. she wants to get home so she can make amends with her friends. charlotte is scared of dying! she's really genuinely horribly scared of dying and has awful vivid nightmares about rotting away. she often pushes amelia into talking about her life which causes some tension, but it's because she really hates seeing amelia lose herself like that - a metaphorical rotting away of the self.

subway seat & atom: not on the same level of pure existential depression as the batch 1 contestants, but they both feel the hopeless mood pretty harshly regardless. subway feels very lonely as the only hidden object still 'awake', and likes to carry whippy creamy around rather than just leave him sitting on the ground constantly. tray is too big and unwieldy for him to do that with, but he 'hangs out' with her anyway, talking to her and whippy creamy in the hopes that it'll get them to want to wake up again. atom doesn't talk much, but he still carries his piece of grass. he's definitely the person who's the least affected by the prospect of being stuck on the plane forever, since he… doesn't really perceive existence in the same way as everyone else? he's an atom. but his time in the competition definitely made him view everyone else as friends, and he feels even more powerless than usual in the face of this incomprehensibly difficult problem.

amelia: falls into total hopelessness when bryce rejoins, basically seeing it as the final sign that they're never going home. still calls everyone their competition names (she actually gets into a big fight with bryce about it lol). she gets really clingy and dependent on bryce when he first comes back but it crashes and burns pretty quickly when, during an argument, bryce tells her how much he wishes he could just go back and never have let liam in and forgot about everything… which really sucks for amelia to hear, given that she's part of that everything. after that, with bryce isolating himself, she's kind of reliant on charlotte to keep her going. she blames liam for airy dying and secretly kind of thinks he killed him but just isn't telling them… she also doesn't really believe there's any way of getting out and is just kind of waiting around to die of, like, old age i guess. after how long she's been here, amelia is convinced that she has nothing to even go back to and frequently forgets details about her life. regularly cries and hates being alone. the shift markings on the side of the water tub have changed from being a way to keep track of time and stay sane to a horrible reminder of how long they've been here and how much longer of an eternity they have before them.

bryce: hates himself and liam and airy and the plane and his entire stupid fucking life. bryce is really, really fucking pissed off at liam for losing the notes and letting texty die and every other mistake he's made, and isn't shy about telling him that. as well as being angry, he's also incredibly miserable, because he was finally starting to turn his life around (he quit drinking after the plane) and now it's all for nothing - and even worse, those 7 months he spent getting better were 7 months he did nothing to help the rest of them, especially amelia. he's horribly guilty about that, and that he didn't tell amelia about the fake votes before he was eliminated… but finds it easier to just let liam take the heat for that one at first. after he fights with amelia about it he becomes a bit of a hermit, hanging out by himself next to the plug, and never responds when liam tries to talk. contemplates suicide regularly but pretty much the only option is drowning himself, and the idea of that still scares him more than staying like this forever. would kill for a beer.

liam: tortured by horrible guilt every day over a million different things. these include getting bryce pulled back into this (plus delayed guilt over getting him for real killed), letting texty die and not saying anything about the charger, not telling amelia that everything was fake, knowing that charlotte is going to die if he doesn't get really smart really fast… he's frequently gripped by fits of rage where he almost smashes the computer and has to hobble around outside with the axe for a while to blow off steam. he has really bad nightmares and dissociative episodes, made worse by the isolation and spending hours in a dark cave. liam really wants to fix things with everyone but genuinely has no idea how to start that conversation. he assumes airy killed himself (and views it as an unforgiveably cowardly move) and directs a lot of resentment towards him. he has a lot of things he wants to say, especially to bryce, but the fact that he cant talk to anybody one on one makes things difficult. spends a lot of time just reading through the code, too afraid to actually make any changes in case everyone explodes, but talking it through with charlotte at least makes him feel like he's doing something. more than he would like to admit, liam catches himself staring at the plane as if it's a simulation or a livestream.

[pinkponyglitter]

hii Are you accepting requests? If so could you do an Amelia Shepherd and Reader where they are going to have a baby?

Thank you ❤️

You need a new pet name | Amelia Shepherd x reader

notes; god, i’m so so sorry!! i’ve been inactive here for more than a year and honestly a lot of things changed, but i think it’s time to get back here! thanks for the request though!! it’s not that great, and definitely not a lot of Amelia here (i really suck at pregnancy topic, but i’m also scared of pregnancy, so i think that’s fair). this is not read proof, so if you noticed any mistakes; no you didn’t.

tags; established relationship, bisexual amelia x lesbian reader, use of pet names, pregnancy

tw; mentions of vomiting

summary; you’ve been trying for some time now, but the fate wasn’t quite on your side… or maybe it was?

words count; 1.3k

It’s been going great.

Maybe not amazing, definitely not ideal, but it was still yours and you could live with that.

Except you wanted more.

”What’s the point in trying again, baby,” you asked, plopping yourself down on the couch, “it’s not going to work anyway.”

“You don’t know, anything can happen.” Amelia sat down right next to you, wrapping her arm around your waist.

Bullshit.

You simply rolled your eyes at her words, she was always saying that. Anything can happen and you should be quiet, until you actually try. But you tried.

“We’ve been trying. I know that Naomi and Addison said that we have a good chance, but maybe they were wrong,” you shrugged. She started tracing small circles on your waist with her thumb and you leaned into her touch. “Maybe we should try other options,” you added, except you didn’t want to try anything else. At least not now.

“We still have two tries, love,” she mumbled, nuzzling her head into your neck and leaving there soft, hot kisses. “We can try other options, if you’re sure you don’t want to try anymore.”

That’s the thing, you wanted to. You were just busted that previous attempts had been big disappointing failures.

So you kept quiet and bit your lip.

“No, I think we should try again,” you said softly, and looked at Amelia who was still snuggled against your side. “Who knows, this will be our third attempt. They always say; the third time’s the charm, right?

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The morning was slow, weirdly slow. Sure yeah, Amelia was still snuggled against your side, trapping you in her firm embrace. You were tired and that wouldn’t have been weird, but you could’ve sworn you had a fever.

Great, fucking great.

“Love, you need to let me go. I need to get up,” you mumbled to the brunette who was still holding you tight. She only groaned at your words.

“No you don’t,” she mumbled back. You rolled your eyes. “You rolled your eyes, didn’t ya?” She asked, almost chuckling. “Alright, go, but please get back as soon as you can.”

“Yeah, I will,” you said and got up from the bed, almost too fast. Or maybe it was too fast, because you almost fell down on the bed again.

That is definitely weird, you should call in sick today.

So you did, you called in sick and checked your temperature. You definitely had a fever, and honestly thinking about food made you feel even worse. You ran down the stairs and decided to make yourself a cup of tea.

Tea is great, tea won’t make you throw up.

“You were supposed to get back to bed,” she said, her voice still a bit raspy from sleep.

“I’m just not feeling too well today,” you shrugged and started to make yourself tea. “I have a fever and well, even thinking about food makes me nauseous.”

“You’re staying home, right?” She asked and turned on the coffee machine, when she started actually making it you almost puked. “Woah, that bad?” You only nodded.

It was indeed that bad. Coffee never made you nauseous, the smell of the coffee never made you sick either. You took your cup and moved to the living room excusing yourself to her.

The last thing you needed was to throw up. Especially in the kitchen.

The rest of the morning was rather peaceful, although you had to dismiss Amelia without a goodbye kiss. You just simply wished her good day at work, and reminded her to text you while she can.

You didn’t want to be alone, but you didn’t really have a choice.

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In the evening you called Addison, you knew she was busy, but definitely less busy than most of your friends. Gotta love having doctors as friends. She answered almost immediately.

“Hey sweetheart, what’s up? You’re pregnant already?” She was excited, screw that, she was practically singing into your ear. You almost wanted to slap her through the phone. Too bad she was in LA, because you definitely would do that if you could.

“No, I’m sick, alone, tired, miserable and I need company,” you mumbled, fidgeting with a corner of the blanket you've been wrapped in.

“Amelia isn’t home yet?” She asked, you could hear Jake and Henry in the background.

“No, she’s not. She was pulled into emergency surgery.” You hated that part of her job, because it was unpredictable. Even though you loved her and you admired her work, you still liked to complain a bit.

Complaining doesn’t hurt anyone, does it?

“Well, alright then. I guess I can keep you company for a bit,” she started and probably moved to another room. The sounds of Jake and Henry’s bantering went quiet. “Are you sure you’re sick?”

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows. You had a fever, you were nauseous and tired. Of course you were sick.

“You know… Sometimes you feel like that when you’re pregnant. Early pregnancy symptoms,” she clarified.

Don’t play with me, please don’t play with me.

“Addison… It’s really not funny,” you rubbed your face with your hands, but you shifted anxiously on the couch.

“You can check, you know.” Of course she would say that, but you didn’t really want to. It was still early.

“Isn’t it too early to check?” You furrowed your eyebrows, now that she said that… Maybe she wasn’t wrong?

“Maybe, but it doesn’t hurt to try, does it?”

No it doesn’t.

You bit your lip and considered your options. You could try and be extremely disappointed. Or you could just forget about it and check when it was actually time.

But you always were a bit impatient.

“I’ll check, but it’ll be your fault if I’m disappointed,” you joked. Half joked.

You don’t remember the last time you’ve been so anxious. You knew it wasn’t exactly the time to check, and you probably would just disappoint yourself, but you couldn’t help it.

Your hands were shaking, Addison was just rambling about Henry’s school fair. She really wasn’t a fan of those, but it was her son after all, and he quite frankly liked it.

“Alright, now we wait,” you said, maybe to her, maybe to yourself. You weren’t entirely sure.

Addison continued rambling, you’ve never been so grateful for her talent for that. You ran your hand through your hair and looked into the mirror, but quickly looked away. Eyes on the test, as it would disappear if you weren’t looking.

When the timer went off you almost fell down to your knees.

You were so anxious, but when you picked up this tiny piece of plastic, your jaw almost hit the floor.

“Oh my gracious God,” you mumbled, looking at two lines dumbfounded.

You were pregnant.

“Your what?” Addison pulled you out of this weird state. You actually thought it was a dream, a joke or just a defective test.

But when you picked up the second and the third test. You started crying.

“Hey, sweetheart. You okay?” She asked again, clearly feeling confused and definitely concerned.

“Oh my god, Addison… I’m pregnant,” you gasped, still looking at the tests. You really thought it would just disappear if you looked away. “I’m pregnant,” you repeated.

“Are you serious?” You didn’t know if you were. Maybe you were crazy and just imagined the whole thing. Maybe your fever was so high that you hallucinated the whole thing.

“I think so.”

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“Babe, I’m home!” You heard Amelia’s voice. You twitched anxiously.

“In the bathroom!” You yelled back, you couldn’t move. You were just leaning against the counter, and staring at the three pieces of plastic.

You were really pregnant.

“Baby… Are you okay? Why didn’t you text me back? You weren’t throwing up, were yo–“ she stopped in the doorway.

The brunette just stepped closer and looked down at the counter. You finally moved your head and looked at her.

“You need a new pet name for me,” you rasped.

And well, this is basically how the two became a three.

[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 39 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: It's not hard for Bradley to convince you to buy a formal dress. He also easily gets you to stop referring to the house as only his. But his behavior after the three of you return from the lake house might not be something you're willing to deal with.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut, spanking, pregnancy talk, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

Check out my masterlist for more! The Younger Kind masterlist.

Bradley had to laugh, because while the Christmas in July fake birthday party all weekend long had been great, he and Maverick were the ones stuck cleaning up the decorations. 

"They really left us here, huh?"

"Yeah, Mav," Bradley replied. "They really left us here to clean up while they took Noah out for breakfast." But he didn't mind. You told him it would give him a chance to talk to his dad's best friend for a few minutes. 

When Bradley started to disassemble the Christmas tree, Mav asked him, "Are you planning on going to Warlock's retirement thing?"

"Retirement thing?" Bradley asked.

"Yeah. The surprise party. I keep forgetting about it." When Bradley's brow scrunched in confusion, the other man waved his hand. "You'll get an invitation this week. Most of Top Gun is invited."

Bradley felt for a second like he'd finally reached the upper echelon of work related events, because if he did in fact manage to get an invitation to an Admiral's retirement party, it was going to be swanky. "Black tie?"

"Oh yeah," Mav replied as he packed up strand after strand of lights. "Just wear your dress whites."

But that wasn't what Bradley was concerned about. If you needed to wear a formal gown, then you'd need to use your princess credit card. And he didn't want you balking at the price of a dress. He wanted you to go out and find something you wanted to wear for the night, and he didn't want to argue with you about the money. He had plenty of it; that was the downside to losing your parents when you were young and inheriting both of their life insurance policies. 

"Yeah, I can just wear my dress whites," Bradley replied as he decided perhaps you'd respond better to picking out a dress if he promised to spank you afterwards.

Once Bradley shoved the Christmas tree back into the closet, he could hear you pull the Bronco back into the driveway. Maverick handed him a beer, and he was sipping it when you walked in and headed right for him. "Daddy," you whispered, kissing his cheek. Amelia walked in holding hands with Noah, and Penny brought up the rear.

"We brought you some muffins," Penny said, shaking a white bag at Bradley. 

"Thanks," he replied before leaning down closer to you. He could practically still feel the tug of your fingers in his hair as he made love to you last night, once again with his hand over your mouth. "I actually like it better when you make breakfast for us at home," he said softly, just for you. "Did you have a nice time?"

You just shrugged. "The food was good, but the coffee sucked. I miss the French vanilla coffee you bring home for me sometimes."

"In the special Princess cups?"

You practically moaned for him. "I love it when you stop and get me coffee. Do you have any idea how hard I was crushing on you when you would bring that home with you on days when I was babysitting Noah? Or when you started buying French vanilla creamer for your house for me?"

Bradley eyed everyone else out on the back deck while he took a sip of the beer he was still holding and wrapped his arm a little tighter around you. "Tell me, Princess. Remind me. How hard were you crushing on me?"

Your lips met his neck, and sure enough, your fingers went to his hair. He stood there feeling kind of smug as you kissed him and murmured, "Couldn't stop thinking about you. I was so jealous of every girl you went out with. I wanted you to touch me so badly."

Bradley backed you up against the wall and pressed his body to yours. "I knew from the beginning I was wasting my time with them when you were at home."

You let your head tip back against the wall, and he leaned down to kiss you. "Well I'm always at your house now." You hooked your fingers through his belt loops and grinned. "I can't wait to make myself a latte from your fancy coffee maker tomorrow before work. The coffee is better from your kitchen."

Bradley froze with his palm pressed to the wall next to your head and your pretty eyes on him. "Baby, it's our house now."

Your eyes fluttered closed as you whispered, "Our house," like it was your fairy tale castle instead of a Coronado bungalow. Like he really was your knight. 

"Hey," he rasped, waiting until your eyes were open again. He ran his fingers along your cheek. "I love you. So fucking much. But I won't spank you ever again if you call it my house. You understand?"

"Daddy," you gasped as he pulled himself away from you and finished his beer with a smirk. Your eyes narrowed, and he should have been alarmed by your smirk that matched his. "If you don't promise to spank me when we get home tonight, I'll paint your entire house beige. And I'll stop buying salad dressing. And I'll go down to the lake right now and catch a pet fish for Noah."

"Fuck," he gasped, actually feeling a little panicky before you and he burst into laughter together. "Damn, you're good. And you know I'll give you whatever you want. But you've got to give me what I want, too. Call it our house."

You pecked his cheek and said, "Let me start packing so we can leave for our house in a few hours."

"That's more like it," he replied as he went to join everyone else on the deck.

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You offered to drive, but Bradley told you to relax instead. You and Noah both ended up yawning fifteen minutes into the ride back to San Diego, and then you were both falling asleep. While Noah actually needed the afternoon nap so he wasn't cranky later, you just wanted to enjoy the feel of the warm sunshine on your face and Bradley's hand in yours. 

You were using his address as your own for work, and all of your mail was being sent there. Your stuff was in virtually every room, but there were still times that it felt like his and Noah's space. The new bed helped you feel more comfortable, and obviously Bradley let you do whatever you wanted throughout the house. But he was right; it was time you started to take ownership. That was your bungalow now with the snag in the living room rug and the crack along the driveway just as much as it was his. You dozed off thinking about the internet tabs open on his phone as he rubbed your left ring finger. 

Once again, Bradley had to wake you up when you arrived. He kissed you softly until your eyes opened to the afternoon sun. "We're home," he whispered. 

"Our house," you mumbled as you sat up straight and stretched. 

"Our house," he echoed. And then your heart melted as he asked, "Do you want to take our son inside while I carry in all of our shit?"

You smiled and turned to see that Noah was just waking up as well. "Yeah, I'll take our son inside." It was the most natural thing you could have said as you pecked Bradley's lips and climbed out onto the driveway.

"Mommy," Noah whined as you unbuckled him. "I have to pee." 

"Keys!" you shouted to Bradley where he was already unloading the back of the Bronco, and he tossed them to you. As quickly as you could, you hauled Noah up to the front porch and got him into the bathroom without incident. "You feel better?" you asked, and he nodded at you.

"Yeah. Mostly because there were no bears at the lake."

You had to stifle your laughter. This child was the sweetest thing you'd ever encountered in your life. "Told you that Daddy wasn't lying about the bears. What was your favorite part of the weekend?" you asked as you helped him wash his hands. 

"The worms."

Once again, you wanted to laugh, because you didn't even need to leave the backyard to find worms, let alone drive hours away to an enormous lake. "Don't tell Daddy that," you mumbled as you walked out of the bathroom to see Bradley dumping bags and boxes in the hallway.

"I think we overpacked," he said as he headed outside for more. "If we go on another family vacation, I'm supervising the packing, because now I know you can't be trusted with it."

"When we go on another family vacation," you called after him. You rolled your eyes and headed to the kitchen to start making spaghetti for dinner. Then you grinned as you set Noah up with a coloring book at the table. You kissed his soft hair and said, "Don't forget to remind your dad that you still want a dog, okay?"

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When Bradley took a minute to actually sort through the mail from Friday, he found the invitation to Admiral Bates' retirement party. A black tie formal at the San Diego Botanic Gardens. It was in less than two weeks, and his wife wanted it to be a surprise for him. Bradley would have to get his dress whites dry cleaned before then, but it would be harder to convince you to buy a gown. If you even wanted to go with him. 

At the moment, you were reading a bedtime story on Noah's floor and teaching him how to sound out the words. God, Bradley was fucking obsessed with how patient and sweet you were. Noah was snuggled up in your lap, looking at the book and saying the word castle when Bradley walked in. Wordlessly, he sat on the edge of Noah's bed and watched his son work through all the words on the page with your help. 

Maybe you'd get pregnant right away. Bradley didn't know if he'd be able to handle the excitement. He could spend a weekend getting the other bedroom set up as a nursery when it was time. When Meredith was pregnant, she only took him to one ultrasound appointment, but this time, if it happened, he'd beg you to let him go to all of them. Or as many as he could if he wasn't deployed. 

"Daddy?" you asked, handing Noah up to him. 

Bradley was shaken from his very pleasant thoughts by his son in his arms. He smiled and kissed Noah while he yawned before turning and getting him tucked in. "I still want a dog," Noah mumbled as he rolled onto his side, and Bradley shot you a dirty look. 

"What?" you asked innocently as you abruptly stood and headed for the door. You were off down the hallway, running to yours and his bedroom, but Bradley was right on your tail. 

He caught you in his arms as you laughed. "You know, all you've done since you got here is completely wreck our routine," he growled next to your ear as he held you tight. "You've literally destroyed our former way of life."

"What?" you gasped, trying to look up at him.

"You heard me," he whispered, kissing your hair. "You've got Noah reading books and eating homemade meals. You've turned me into a complete fucking mess with your glossy lips and your smile and your little dresses. And you have absolutely no regard for the fact that I get an erection whenever I smell wildflowers." 

You were all giggles now as he carried you to the bed. "It's your fault for being such a Daddy," you whispered with a grin. 

He set you down, and you lounged back against the pillows, your dress resting high on your thighs. Then he pulled the folded up invitation out of his back pocket and handed it to you as he climbed in bed too. "You wanna go with me?" he asked as you read it.

When your eyes darted up to meet his, you whispered, "I've never been to a black tie event before."

"Then you'll need a dress. Where's your phone?"

You bit your lip. "In the kitchen."

"Use mine," he replied, unlocking it and handing it to you with a new internet tab all ready for you to start shopping. "Order some dresses. And go to the mall after work one day this week if you want."

You took his phone but hesitantly said, "If I'm only going to wear it one time, I don't even know what to buy."

"Get whatever you want, Princess," he coaxed. "Maybe something purple?"

"Maybe..." you muttered as Bradley rolled you onto your belly in the middle of the bed. He watched over your shoulder as you started scrolling through some dresses, and he was practically salivating, because they would all look incredible on you. "Purple would be pretty."

"Mmhmm," he hummed, running his hands up the backs of your thighs and pushing your dress up around your waist. You glanced back at him as he carefully started to pull your underwear down. 

"What are you doing?" you asked with a little smirk as he inched your underwear down your legs and set them on the bed. 

He ran his big hands back up to your ass and bent to kiss you there. He could just see a glimpse of your pretty pussy as he kissed along the top of your thigh. "Exactly what you want me to do. But only if you order a dress." 

When you turned back to his phone, he ran his mustache along your perfect, soft skin. You were flawless, partly because of your age, but also because of how attractive you were. He was never going to tire of listening to your breath hitch when he touched you like his. He kneaded and palmed the globes of your ass, teasing down to your pussy with his thumbs until you whimpered. 

He tasted your skin everywhere, his tongue delving into your wetness as he pushed your legs further apart. You lifted yourself up onto your knees slightly, and he let you get away with it so he could taste more of you. But when you started to grind back against his face, he stilled you with his hands. 

"Did you pick out a dress yet?" he asked, licking the taste of your pussy from his mustache.

Your voice was quivering slightly. "I like this one, but it's expensive," you told him, holding up his phone. It was purple and two pieces with a fluffy Princess skirt. The top was covered in beads and would show off the tiniest bit of your waist all the way around. He was practically drooling just thinking about how much fun he'd have pushing all that fabric up to get to you. 

"Order it," he groaned before literally sinking his teeth into your ass and gently biting you so you squealed for him. "Order it right now, and I'll spank you and then fuck you."

"Okay," you moaned, and a minute later, you tossed his phone next to your underwear. "I ordered it." Bradley kissed you all over your ass before collecting you in his arms and draping you over his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. 

And just like last time, you loved it. He could tell. Every time his palm met your perfect body, you moaned his name and rubbed yourself against his thigh. Your skin felt warm as he soothed you and then spanked you again and again. "You're a good girl when you use the credit card," he crooned before dipping two fingers inside your pussy without warning. 

"Daddy!" you nearly shrieked, grinding back on his hand. He finger fucked you hard before withdrawing and then spanking you with his wet hand. The slapping noise and your reaction to him had him on the verge as he pulled you upright.

There were tears in your eyes and a soft smile on your face as you let him kiss your lips. He stroked his thumb along your cheek and whispered, "Get on your hands and knees."

You nodded and scrambled onto the bed, and he stood there and admired the sight before him. You were all round ass and soaking wet pussy as you pressed your cheek to the bedding and whined, "Bradley." He carefully unzipped his jeans, yanked them down, and thrust all the way inside you. The gentle hiss and soft groan as he filled you let him know you felt good. 

He let you have a few slow strokes before he grabbed you by the hips. Then he fucked you harder as you turned your head to bury your cries. A formal dress. A baby. A wife. He could think about little else besides you at the moment as he fucked you until he unloaded inside you with your name on his lips. 

Bradley knew he was a little rough as his hips continued to jerk, fucking his cum deeper. You lifted your face away from the bedding and started to crawl away from him, giving him a beautiful view of your pussy leaking his cum. 

"I'm sorry, Baby," he mumbled, shaking his head and climbing into the bed next to you. "I'm sorry I was a little rough." He was about to ask you if you wanted him to get you off with his mouth or his hands when you very gently reached for his face.

"I like it when you're rough," you whispered, voice full of emotion. "I like it when you're gentle with me, too. I love everything. I love living here with you in our house." You snuggled in closer to him and let your chin rest on his shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you too, Princess."

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Getting back into your work routine was hard after taking a few days off and sleeping in with Bradley each morning. Dr. Kelly even joked that you looked too well rested. "How was the lake?" she asked, and you immediately thought about Bradley untying your bathing suit on the boat. 

"Great," you replied as casually as you could. "Noah had the best weekend. Once we convinced him there were no bears at Big Bear Lake."

Her eyes went wide as she reached for some latex gloves and followed you toward an exam room. "Could you imagine if he actually saw one?"

You shook your head immediately. "Don't even want to think about it."

As the afternoon wore on, you realized your butt was still sore, and you were hungry for ants on logs. And this was all because you were in love with being in love with the Bradshaw boys. When you took a short break and checked your phone, there was a text from Bradley.

Bradley Bradshaw: Hey, I'll be late today. Need to take care of some things at work. Can you pick Noah up?

You let him know you'd be happy to get Noah, and then you realized that maybe you'd get to see Casey, too. You were still giddy at the prospect of annoying her when you arrived at the daycare only to find Geena, the older teacher at the front desk. 

She greeted you warmly and then asked you for your ID. "I know that Casey probably knows you by now, and she's usually out here in the afternoons. But since she left a little early today, I'll just need to check your drivers license."

"No problem," you told her with a smile as you pulled it out of your wallet for her to inspect. She had you sign the sheet on the clipboard and then she vanished to get Noah. You wondered how late Bradley would be, but he never responded to your text when you asked him. Then Noah came running out, and you bent to scoop him up in your arms. 

"Mommy, we painted seashells today!" he gushed, holding up a ziplock bag with his name on it filled with colorful shells. 

"Noah! They're beautiful!" you told him as you waved goodbye to Geena and took him out to your car. "Do you want to turn them into a craft for Daddy when we get home?"

"Yeah!"

An hour later, you were still in your scrubs from work, making dinner while Noah glued some of the smaller shells onto a sheet of construction paper. You stopped what you were doing occasionally to help him arrange the shells to spell DADDY. "Looking good," you told him as he sounded out the letters. He loved reading, and you loved how excited he got. 

You kissed his forehead and then checked your phone as it vibrated on the counter. But when you saw it was your coworker trying to plan a happy hour, you set it down and sighed. You weren't sure if you should make a plate of food for Bradley or not. He'd probably be starving when he got home, so you decided to leave a serving out on the counter for him while you and Noah ate together. But you ended up just picking at your food. You hadn't heard from Bradley in hours. 

"Wanna get changed for bed?" you asked Noah after dinner. He went racing off to his bedroom and dug around in his drawer for his dinosaur pajamas. When he put the shirt on backwards, you helped him switch it around. 

"I want a snack," he told you just as you heard the front door open. Your heart leapt as you and he raced into the living room. Bradley looked exhausted in his rumpled uniform, and he was carrying a light blue box in one hand. 

"Hey, Bub," he said, kneeling so Noah could hug him. "You have a good day?"

"I made you a craft!"

Bradley looked up at you and smiled a little hesitantly. "Sorry I'm late," he mumbled as Noah yanked on his arm until he stood. He kissed your cheek as he was led into the kitchen, and Noah showed him the construction paper that was absolutely saturated with drying glue and seashells. "Wow! I love this! I think we need to let it dry overnight though."

"That's what Mommy said," Noah replied as Bradley set him down in one of the chairs. 

"What's in the box?" you asked. He opened it up to reveal a whole variety of pastries. Cookies, cupcakes, brownies and even a donut shaped like a crown. Now you felt bad for being a little annoyed with his lack of communication all afternoon and evening. 

Noah reached into the box, and Bradley snatched up the donut before he could get to it. "This one's yours."

"Thanks," you whispered before biting into it. The outside melted in your mouth, and the inside was filled with rich cream. It was delicious. Bradley leaned down to lick the corner of your mouth, and you felt your cheeks grow warm.

But once Noah was asleep, Bradley took a quick shower alone and collapsed into bed. "I'm fucking beat today," he said with an enormous yawn. "You ready for bed?" 

"Yeah," you agreed as he pulled the blanket over himself, and after you took a long shower he was already asleep. So you just snuggled in next to him, and eventually you fell asleep, too. 

The following morning, Bradley was still sound asleep when your alarm went off, something that never happened. "Daddy," you whispered, shaking him and kissing his cheek. "Wake up." He just grunted at you and rolled over. "Seriously?" you muttered, rolling out of bed since you could hear Noah in the bathroom. You changed into clean scrubs and skipped makeup since Noah was bugging for breakfast as soon as he saw you.

"Eggs or cereal?" you asked him once you had him dressed for the day. 

"Cereal," he replied. "And can I have another cookie? From the blue box?"

"We'll see," you said, setting him up with breakfast and then going back to find Bradley half dressed in his flight suit and messing with his phone. "You're up."

His eyes met yours, and he tucked his phone in his pocket. "Yeah. Sorry, I don't know why I was so tired. Can you drop Noah off so I'm not late?"

You nodded, and he cupped your cheek in his big hand. "Thanks, Princess." Then he grabbed the travel mug of coffee you made for him and took a protein bar and a cookie. With a quick kiss to Noah's head, he was out the front door. 

"Daddy had a cookie," Noah whined. "I want one, too."

You realized there was no point in arguing with him if Bradley was the one setting a bad example, so you carried the pastry box over to the table. You noticed it was from Sweet Dreams Bakery which was all the way across the city. Noah managed to snag two cookies as you stood there with the box open in a daze. Why was Bradley on the other side of San Diego yesterday? It was mostly residential over there.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath. You'd be late if you didn't get Noah in the car in the next few minutes. You quickly made yourself lunch and grabbed everything he would need before hauling him out to the car. You gently swiped cookie crumbs from his face and clothes as you buckled him in. "I'll drop you off quickly, and then Daddy will pick you up later, okay?"

Noah just nodded as he smiled. He would probably be on a sugar high within the hour, but at least he would be someone else's problem to deal with then. And you quickly learned that he would be Casey's problem to deal with when you took him inside and realized that you looked like a nightmare compared to her today. She was wearing an outfit so cute, you kind of wished you had one just like it. And she smiled maliciously at you.

"Good morning, Noah," she said sweetly as she practically tossed the clipboard in your direction. She walked him into the classroom as you signed your name and put the date and time. 

"Thanks," you mumbled, handing the clipboard back to her when she reappeared. 

"You know, I'm a little surprised it's you dropping him off today instead of Bradley. I mean, Lieutenant Bradshaw." She looked so smug you wanted to scream and smear her perfect makeup. 

But you stood there and calmly said, "We've already been over this. I'll be dropping Noah off and picking him up as well now. Indefinitely."

"Okay," she replied, barely paying any attention to you as she opened up a light blue pastry box identical to the one in your kitchen. "You keep telling yourself that."

You swallowed hard and looked between her face and the box one more time before you turned on your heel and rushed back out to your car.

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What's up, Daddy? And why? Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 40

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[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Could you maybe do possessive Amelia Shepherd with a strap on, where she gets jealous of someone talking to reader, drags reader to an oncall room and takes what’s hers. Xoxo

You're Mine

Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, NSFW, established relationship, sex, strap-on, dominance, some explicit language (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: A misogynistic new surgeon has all the women residents on their toes, and it seems the only way to beat out the boys for surgeries is by flirting. But your girlfriend, Amelia, does not like it. She takes it upon herself to remind you just who you belong to.

You sprinted through the halls of Grey-Sloan, rushing to answer a page to the neuro unit. You hoped against hope for a surgery–any surgery. Neuro wasn’t your specialty but, at this point, you’d take anything.

You’d spent the better half of the morning flirting and sucking up to Dr. Wooten–the cardiothoracic surgeon who was filling in for Teddy while she was on parental leave. You couldn’t stand him–none of the women could. He clearly favored the male residents, and was known to trade sexual favors for surgery. You weren’t interested in any sexual favors, but he didn’t know that. And flirting was harmless. He was an extraordinarily hairy man, and every time you got a glimpse of chest hair poking out the collar of his scrubs, you were reminded of how very, very gay you were.

Nevertheless, you’d turned on the charm as best you could, but it had all been for nothing. Despite kissing his ass all day, he’d once again pulled one of the male residents in for an emergency thoracotomy. This page to neuro was your last hope for a surgery before you hit too many hours and had to go home.

But when you reached the neuro floor, there didn’t seem to be any emergencies. No emergent situations. No one even to say, “Oh, Y/N! Good, you’re here.” You checked the page again to be sure you’d gotten the instructions right:

Neuro. NOW. Urgent. –AS

The AS was for Amelia Shepherd, Chief of Neurosurgery. She was also Amelia Shepherd, your girlfriend, but you both had a strict no-personal-stuff-on-pagers rule. If she’d paged you, it was for work. And if Amelia said it was urgent, it was urgent.

You poked around a few doorways, glanced in a few rooms, asked if anyone had seen her at the nurse’s station. You’d just been about to give up and at least watch Dr. Wooten’s surgery, when a hand shot out of a doorway and grabbed your scrubs.

“Ow!” you exclaimed, more out of surprise than injury, as Amelia jerked you into an on-call room and slammed you into the door, reaching behind you to lock it.

You didn’t even have time to question why you were there before her lips were on yours. She kissed you hard, so hard it almost hurt. And the force with which she held you there, hands on your waist–you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow.

“Amy,” you groaned, when she came up for air. “The pagers are for surgery, not sex!”

“That was before,” she said, yanking your pants down.

“Jesus Christ!” you exclaimed, blushing. “Before what!?”

Despite your confusion, you could already feel yourself getting aroused. It didn’t take much with Amelia. It never did.

“I saw you,” she said, accusingly, making you gasp as she ran her fingers through your folds. “Flirting with that cardio surgeon.”

“Wooten!?” you said, laughing a little, then wincing as Amelia sank her teeth into your pulse point. “Honey. He’s a pig. I’m just trying to get on a surgery.”

“I don’t like it when you fuck with other surgeons,” she seethed, kneading your breasts in her hands, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“I’m not fucking with anyone but you,” you protested. Amelia heaved in front of you, her face a mixture of anger and jealousy and, beneath it all, fear.

“Prove it,” she said, pulling down her own pants to reveal a thick, purple strap-on.

You startled. “Did you wear a strap to work?!”

“No talking,” she said, turning you around and shoving you into the wall face-first. You whimpered as she traced the strap over your entrance, teasing you. “The only thing I want to hear from you is who you belong to.”

You rolled your eyes. Who knew Dr. Amelia Shepherd was so insecure? She shoved herself into you without warning and you gasped, squirming and trying to adjust to the feeling of her inside you. But Amelia didn’t give you any time. She started thrusting into you, her hips ramming into your ass again and again. It was just the right amount of painful to drive you over the edge and you felt yourself pushing back, eager to feel Amelia deeper and deeper inside of you.

“Who do you belong to?” Amelia asked, her voice rough with lust and effort.

“You,” you whined, reaching down to circle your clit with your fingers.

“Again.”

“You.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed, grabbing onto your hips and pulling you toward her for more friction. “Who else makes you feel this good?”

You moaned. It was getting harder and harder to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. “Only you,” you whimpered.

Amelia could tell you were about to come, could hear your ragged breathing, feel the way you pressed into her harder and harder. She grabbed your hair and tugged and you cried out. “Amy, I’m gonna come!"

“You’re mine,” Amelia hissed, her breath hot in your ear as you tumbled over the edge, legs shaking, bracing yourself against the wall. “Say it.”

You covered your mouth with your hands in an effort to stifle your moans and whimpers; you were all too aware that the on-call rooms weren’t sound proof. You felt another stab of pleasure shoot through you as Amy tugged your hair once more, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your cheek. You heaved and shook, and she held you up, strong arms around your waist.

“I’m yours, Amy,” you heaved, wiping sweat from your forehead. “I’m only yours, you know that.”

You turned around to look at her, and you saw that she still looked scared, almost sad. You placed a hand on her cheek and leaned in to meet her eyes. “Amy. It’s only you for me, okay? You don’t need to worry.”

“You’re mine,” she whispered, leaning her forehead on your shoulder. It was halfway between a question and a statement.

“I’m yours,” you confirmed, running a hand through her hair, and she let out a shaky sigh. You chuckled a little as she melted into you. “Next time just say you’re jealous.”

She swatted at your arm, but beamed at you, leaning in for one more kiss.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly, undoing the strap.

“Well, I’m certainly not.” You smirked, pulling your pants back up. You placed a kiss on the corner of Amelia’s mouth, grinning. “I gotta get back to my actual job. See you later, Dr. Shepherd. Thanks for the break.”

[knee-high-boots]

the final act of tgm is something so special to me

1. mav running a fucking MILE through SNOW just to shove rooster. he doesn’t even check to see if he’s really ok, just BAM

2. “we don’t even know if that bag of ass can fly”

3. mav trying to teach rooster how to get the plane in the air, like he knows a n y t h i n g

4. *thonk* “why are the wings coming out mav.”

5. just every line from rooster is absolute gold, he’s such a sarcastic asshole when he’s not being angsty as hell

6. how did they get off that taxiway?? most definitely impossible??

7. *iconic top gun ~dong~* “maverick.”

8. “there’s 300 breakers back here, anything more specific?” “idk that was your dad’s department” “i’ll figure it out” YES YOU WILL! GOOD JOB!! SELF CONFIDENCE ROOSTER!! don’t mind me crying over here, i still refuse to watch the original bc i don’t want to watch goose die but YOU GO!

9. rooster and mav waving at enemy planes like absolute FOOLS

10. i love watching planes spine and do weird shit, yay planes!!

11. “what the FUCK was that?!?!”

12. “c’mon mav, do some of that pilot shit!” as if rooster is not, himself, a pilot

13. rooster, floating, “HOLY SHIT” your honor i love him!

14. how did we go from snowy mountains to rolling green hills? have we been here for 3 months??

15. hangman managing to hit both the plane and the missile at the same time? dare i say hot?

16. mav doing a flyby cause he’s a dick

17. “please don’t tell me we lost an engine.”“alright. i won’t tell you that”

18. why are they always so goddamn sweaty??

19. lady gaga’s “hold my hand” save me lady gaga’s “hold my hand” 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

20. oh my god just tell your surrogate son/father that you love him!! it’s not that hard you’re just stubborn!!

honorable mention 21. i want rooster and amelia to have a cute little sibling relationship! please!

honorable mention 22. the sexiest part about this movie is the porsche penny is standing on at the end

in conclusion, tgm is blatant propaganda for the u.s. military, and while it works to make me love sexy men flying sexy planes, i still believe we’re giving FAR too much money to the military and have a passionate hate for the government!! tom cruise is also really weird and scientologists can actually suck so much dick!! but thanks tom cruise (i guess) for giving us miles teller with a mustache and glen powell as a lovable asshole!

[justanotheroutsidersblog]

Ponyboy Teacher and Johnny House Husband AU HCs

I know I made a post of just the title (minus hcs) so I stormed up a bunch of hcs, and here they are :)

-Johnnys back was not as damaged so he lived and is able to walk and all that but his back still often so he doesn’t go to work but cooks and cleans so he feels useful (Dally is also alive)

-Johnny was not put in jail and the charges were dropped (don’t ask how I’m not a judge, or a lawyer, or anything important like that)

-Ponyboy became a English Teacher for high schoolers and eventually Cherry becomes a Math Teacher and they become besties again 

-He and Cherry stopped being besties cause Cherry went to New York for college, tried to not come back, but she got sucked back into Tulsa

-They live in the Curtis house since Darry moved closer to campus (he’s trying college again) and Soda moved out into an apartment with Steve

-When they signed up to foster cats and dogs, they filled out the wrong form on and were very surprised when two little girls showed up at their house

-They ended up fostering the girls for a while before ending up adopting them

-Their names are Amelia and Meredith, they’re biological sisters and Amelia is very protective over sister over Meredith

-They did change into pet foster right after though, and were glad that this time a dog showed up 

-Dally shows up at the house a lot and likes to tease the girls and is very much the fun uncle 

-Cherry was their lawyer while they were adopting them

-They have a golden retriever named Sunny that they adopted off the street 

-Sunny has many scars from the street but he’s still very sweet

[morgana-larkin]

Alrighty, Mine Part 6! This is honestly over 4K words of fluff but I bet no one is complaining. Also 2 smut parts cause I got my period when I was halfway through writing this lol

On another note: don’t know if anyone noticed but since you guys like seeing my lists of fics that I’m going to write, I decided to add the list to my masterlist. If you scroll down to the bottom of the list you’ll see it. I’ll keep it as updated as possible! And requests are open for any character on my masterlist!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Mine - Part 6

Warnings: LOTS of fluff, smut x2

Words: 4.3k

You and Melissa wake up on the first day of summer break. You’re spooning each other and she begins kissing your shoulder.

“Morning Amore. Our little troublemakers are still asleep. Maybe we can have some adult time.” She tells you and you giggle as you crane your neck to kiss her lips. All you’re wearing is a long t-shirt of hers and she loves when you wear her clothes, a sign that shows her that you’re hers.

She reaches underneath the shirt and cups one of your boobs. She brushes the nipple with her thumb and you gasp into the kiss. As soon as you gasp she slips her tongue in and eagerly explores your mouth. She then brings her hand down your body, quickly finds your clit and begins rubbing it. You pull away and you try to stay quiet but a couple of moans slip out. She reaches under you and puts her hand over your mouth, and slips a finger in your mouth for you to suck on. It works to conceal your moans, just in time for her to slip a finger in your entrance. You suck on her finger harder and then she starts pumping in and out of you and you screw your eyes shut.

“Mmm, I love you Amore.” She says in your ear and then kisses and sucks your neck.

“I love you too Mel.” You come not even a minute later and she pulls out of you.

She gets you on your back and then she straddles your thigh and starts grinding. She bends down to kiss you while still grinding herself on her leg and she moans. You place your hands on her hips to help her as well as tense up your thigh muscles. She comes with a gasp and then stays sitting on your leg and catches her breath. Just then Amelia opens the door and walks in without warning. Melissa immediately gets off of you and covers both of you with the blanket.

“Amelia what did we talk about with the door?” Melissa says to her and Amelia looks confused and then guilty.

“To knock and let the pewson answe, sowwy.” She says and with that cute little voice and sad eyes, both of you can’t stay angry at her.

“It’s ok my little Tesoro, what’s up?” Melissa asks Amelia while getting up to hold her.

“I’m hungwy.” She tells Melissa.

“You’re hungry? Oh well we can’t have that now can we?” Melissa tells Amelia.

“No we can’t.” Amelia agrees proudly.

“So what do we want to eat for breakfast today?” Melissa asks as she leaves with Amelia to go to the kitchen downstairs.

Just as she leaves the twins start crying. You get up, put some shorts on and go check on the twins.

After feeding them, you bring them both downstairs and see Amelia happily eating apple slices while sitting on Melissa’s lap on the couch. Melissa looks up from the tv and sees you carrying the twins.

“There’s the piccole stelle.” Melissa says softly as you put them in their play pen to crawl around. You join them on the couch and Melissa hands a plate over to you with scrambled eggs and apple slices.

“Oh I get apple slices too? I’m flattered.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Thought you’d appreciate it.” Is all she says.

“Mamma?” Amelia asks Melissa.

“Yes Tesoro?”

“What does Tesowo mean?” Amelia asks her, this child is full of curiosity, surprising nobody as she’s the child of two teachers.

“Tesoro is Italian and it has two meanings. Direct translation is treasure but it can also mean darling.” Melissa explains.

“What about the one you gave my sibwings?”

“Piccole Stelle?” She asks and Amelia nods. “Well that means little stars. All 4 of you are bright stars in my life though.” Melissa tells Amelia with a big smile and eyes full of fondness.

“Will they get theiw own when they get oldew?” Amelia asks.

“Ya they will.” Melissa answers and then Amelia’s attention goes back to the tv.

Later in the day, you’re colouring with Amelia on the floor and Melissa is peacefully walking around the room while feeding Nico with a bottle. Then all of a sudden, Amelia gets up and runs to Melissa with a piece of paper.

“Mamma! Mamma!” Amelia says and then reaches her, as Melissa turns around to face her with a smile. “I made this foe you!” She exclaims and shows her the drawing she drew with you.

“Oh it’s beautiful! Thank you so much Tesoro!” Melissa tells her as she takes the drawing from Amelia. “As soon as I finish feeding Nico then it’s going right up on the fridge.” Melissa says and Amelia is smiling proudly.

The next day you arrived at the park. You’re pushing the twins in the double seated stroller and Melissa is walking hand in hand with Amelia.

Amelia runs off to play with the other kids after telling her to be careful and you and Melissa go join some other parents at a picnic table nearby. You’re on your way back home in the car when Amelia asks a question.

“How come I don’t have a daddy?” She asks, you look back at her and Melissa looks at her with the rearview mirror.

“What?” You ask her, thinking you heard her wrong.

“The othews talked about having a daddy and I don’t have one. Why don’t I have a daddy? Is something wong with me?” She says and Melissa pulls over at that so you can both look at her.

“Nothing is wrong with you Amelia.” Melissa starts.

“Families are always different than other families. You don’t have a daddy but you got a mommy and a mamma. Other kids might have two daddies.” You explain.

“Ya, and other kids might only have a daddy or might only have a mommy. Or in other cases, different family members taking care of them.” Melissa continues the explanation.

“Well, I’m happy I have two mommies.” She tells you both and you both smile at her.

Melissa continues the drive home while Amelia tells you what else the other kids talked about.

That night Melissa makes a move on you and you giggle at her. “Again? Was this morning not enough?” You asked her.

“It was, but can I not want my wife multiple times a day?” She says and wiggles her eyebrows.

“You can, just surprised.” You tell her and she kisses your neck.

“The twins sleep halfway through the night now which means we got a solid 5 hours until they wake us up.” Melissa tells you as she trails down your body on the bed.

“Hmm, how romantic.” You tease her and she smiles at you before she makes you come three times.

The following week you take Amelia swimming again as Barb and Gerald wanted to spend the afternoon with the twins.

“Are we still going to your family this weekend for July the Fourth?” You ask Melissa on the way to the pool.

“Yep, all my siblings will be there, everyone is excited to meet the twins.” She says and you smile.

You, Melissa and Amelia have a lot of fun at the pool. Amelia splashes both of you, you spin her around in the water and she learns how to doggy paddle.

On July the fourth, the 5 of you go to one of Melissa’s siblings' houses to celebrate Independence Day. Everyone there takes turns holding the twins and talking to Amelia. Amelia plays with some of her cousins while you and Melissa talk to Melissa’s siblings.

When you get home, you put Amelia to bed while Melissa feeds the twins before putting them to bed. She meets you in bed when she’s done and then the two of you snuggle and fall asleep immediately.

You wake up suddenly from a nightmare and Melissa is looking at you with a worried face. “Amore, are you alright? You were starting to scream.” She asks you.

“Uh ya ya, just a nightmare. I’m sorry I woke you up.” You tell her.

“It’s alright Amore, I just want to make sure you’re alright.” She says full of love and you smile at her. You lean into her and she wraps both arms around you in a side hug and kisses your forehead. She notices your worry of falling asleep again so she starts humming softly and you fall asleep in her arms and she falls asleep after you.

The next day you hug her from behind while she’s cooking breakfast for the 3 of you. She smiles softly at you and leans into your touch.

“Well this is a nice surprise, morning Amore.” She says.

“Morning beautiful.” You tell her and she blushes. “9 years we’ve been together and 5 years married and I still have the ability to make you blush.” You tell her proudly.

“You know you’ll always have the ability to do that.” She says and scoops the omelette onto the plate next to the orange slices. She then turns around to face you and wraps you in a hug. “Happy Anniversary Amore!” She says

“Happy Anniversary.” You tell her and she gives you a passionate kiss.

“Ew!” You both hear and then look to see Amelia standing there with a weirded out look.

You smile at each other and then bring breakfast out for the 3 of you while the twins are in their playpen.

“Tesoro, you’ll be spending the day with Grandma and grandpa today, and the twins as well.” Melissa tells her.

“Not with you?” Amelia questions.

“No, me and mommy are going to be spending the day with each other. We got married 5 years ago today, so we’re celebrating that.” Melissa explains and Amelia just nods and digs into her eggs.

You’re giggling as Melissa is kissing your neck and pinning you to the wall. You just got home from dropping your kids off at your parents house and Melissa is immediately on you.

“9 years I’ve been worshipping this body and I love seeing it everytime, you’re so beautiful.” She tells you as she puts her hands under your shirt. “I feel like I can never get enough of you.” She says with almost a growl to her voice. She then picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom.

“Ah” You scream out as it took you by surprise and then giggle at her eagerness. “Major Deja vu.” You say as she places you on the bed and she winks at you.

She then takes your shirt and bra off, climbs on top of you and attaches her mouth to a nipple and you buck your hips and moan.

“I love it when you moan, my favourite music.” She says as she goes to the other nipple and gets the same reaction from you. You reach for her shirt and immediately take her shirt and bra off and she smiles at your eagerness. “So eager for my chest I see.” She teases and you nod.

“You know how much I love it or how much I love them.” You say as you place your hands on her boobs and she kisses you.

She places her body right on yours as she kisses your neck. You wrap your arms around her neck and legs around her waist. She makes sure to leave a few hickeys on your neck, she knows you love hickeys and she loves claiming you as hers, win-win.

She can’t wait any longer and takes your pants and underwear off at the same time and stares at you bare underneath her. “Hm Mia Principessa.” She tells you. “What do you want today? Tongue, fingers or strap?” She asks as she runs her fingers through your folds and you buck your hips. “Or all 3?” She adds and you think about it for a second.

“All 3.” You say and she smiles. She places herself in between your legs on her stomach and wraps her arms around your thighs. She dives to your pussy and runs her tongue along your folds before sticking her tongue in your entrance. You moan out as she runs her tongue all over and gasp when she slips into your entrance. She pumps her tongue in and out of you a few times before she moves her tongue to your clit. You grab her hair, moan out and buck your hips when she does. She pins you down with her left hand and with her right hand she sticks her middle and index finger in your entrance. “Omg Mel! That feels so good!” You gasp out as she pumps in and out of you.

“And you feel so good around my fingers, it’s just sucking them in, always wanting me.” She hums out when she pulls away from your clit to speak. She goes back to sucking and licking your clit and you get closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Mel, I’m so close!” You cry out and she speeds up her tongue and fingers, giving you permission to come. You come immediately and she slows down her movements and then pulls out of you and pulls her mouth away as well. While you come down from your high, she goes to the closet to retrieve the strap and puts it on. She walks back over to you and tells you to get on your hands and knees. You obey and get on all fours and then she gets on the bed behind you.

She runs her hands up along your back and over your ass, she loves the feel of your body and the fact that she gets to call you hers. She goes to your clit and rubs it a bit to make sure you get wet enough and then goes to feel your entrance. “Sei Mia Amore.” She tells you and you whine. You love it when she talks to you in Italian and love it when she calls you nicknames and tells you you’re hers.

She lines the strap up with your entrance and pushes it in. You moan out as you feel it fill you and she slides it all the way in. She gives you a second to adjust then begins pumping it in and out of you. She then puts a hand on your chest and brings you up so that your back is against her chest and you’re only on your knees. She places her hands on you, one on your breast and the other on your stomach. She continues pumping in and out of you and then places a hand on your clit and begins rubbing it. You are moaning and gasping against her and you start bucking your hips as you’re close. You reach behind you and place a hand in her hair.

“I know you’re close baby but I need you to hold it for a bit.” She tells you and you whine.

“Mel please, I need to come.” You tell her as she sucks on your neck and you moan. Your legs were getting shaky and the over sensitivity from holding it was getting to you.

Melissa was getting close to coming as well and wanted to come together. “Ok baby, come, come with me.” She says and you immediately let go and come for the second time today, Melissa immediately comes after you and she stops her movements. She pulls out of you and takes the strap off as you lay down on the bed. She lays down next to you after cleaning you both up and wraps an arm around your waist. She tucks the loose strands of hair that’s in your face behind your ear and gives you a kiss on your forehead. “Happy Anniversary Amore Mia.” She says softly and you smile at her.

“Happy Anniversary honey.” You tell her and she gives you a kiss.

The two of you continue to celebrate your anniversary together by going out to a restaurant on a date. You have a wonderful time together, just the two of you before you pick the kids up from Barb after supper time.

“Were they ok?” Melissa asked Barb as you grabbed the bags of stuff for the kids.

“Oh they were angels.” Barb says. “I absolutely adore your kids.” She adds and then pulls Melissa to her and whispers so you wouldn’t hear as you’re saying hi to Amelia. “I’m proud of you Melissa. You’ve come a long way from when I first met you, and you’ve built a lovely family.” She tells her best friend and Melissa blushes and smiles.

“Thank you. I’m very happy with my life. I have the most amazing wife and kids I could ever ask for.” She tells Barb and Barb smiles at her. You finish saying your goodbyes to Barb and Gerald and then you take the kids and strap them in the car. Melissa gets Amelia strapped in while you do the twins.

“Mamma guess what?” Amelia asks Melissa.

“What’s up my little Tesoro?” Melissa asks as she finishes with the straps.

“Auntie Barb taught me the alphabet.” Amelia says proudly and Melissa gasps.

“No way!” Melissa replies to her and then Amelia proceeds to sing the alphabet song.

“Now I know my ABC’s, next time won’t you sing wit me.” Amelia finishes and she missed about 5 letters but Melissa kept that to herself.

“Wow Tesoro! You did amazing!” Melissa congratulates her and Amelia smiles at her proudly.

The next day Amelia is playing with the twins as she barely knows them and she’s confused as to why they don’t know certain things. You’re sitting next to them on the floor, playing with sound books with the twins and Amelia.

“Mommy, how come they can’t talk or walk?” Amelia asks you.

“Because they haven’t learned to yet. When you were their age you couldn’t walk or talk either.” You explain to her. Melissa comes up behind you and joins you all. She hands Amelia a plate of her favourite fruits and vegetables for a snack as it’s lunch time and she wraps her arms around you and rests her head on your shoulder.

“Momma, awe you tiwed? I lay my head on mommy’s shouldew when I’m tiwed.” Amelia asks Melissa.

“I’m not tired, my little Tesoro. I’m just happy being near mommy.” She tells Amelia and you smile softly at her. Amelia happily eats her blueberries and cherry tomatoes that Melissa prepared on the plate, as well as carrot and banana slices. “I wonder if they’re teeth are showing yet.” Melissa says about the twins. “They started teething a couple weeks ago right?”

“It was a month ago and yes they’re coming in, why do you think I’m not breastfeeding anymore.” You joke and she laughs.

“Imagine all the meals I can make everyone.” She says and hums.

“The fact that you can only cook for 12 will come in handy.” You tell her and her smile widens.

“No it’s mamma.” Amelia says to the twins.

“Ma!” Caterina says as Amelia gets annoyed and Nico is just focused on the book.

“They’we not saying it wight.” Amelia complains to you both.

“They’re just babbling Tesoro, they don’t know what they’re saying right now.” Melissa explains to her.

“Remember when Amelia said her first word?” You tell her and she groans.

“Yes, I might have overreacted.” She admits and you chuckle.

“Might have?” You question and she hides her face in your chest.

“Ok I did.” She whines. You pat her head and run your fingers through her beautiful ginger locks and she hums softly. “Hm I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Mamma.” Nico says and you both turn to look at him.

“He finally said it wight.” Amelia tells you both as she points to Nico. You both smile at the scene in front of you and kiss Melissa’s head.

“Yes he did Tesoro.” Melissa tells Amelia.

A few days later you return home with Amelia from the store and Melissa is feeding the twins applesauce for lunch.

“What do you want for lunch Amelia?” You ask her as you bring the groceries in to the kitchen. Amelia following behind you, carrying the loaf of bread.

“Um, PB and J!” She says and you smile at her.

“You had that yesterday. Is it your favourite?” You ask her and she nods. Melissa comes into the kitchen with the empty applesauce containers and throws them in the trash. “We got a PB and J lover here.” You tell her and she smiles at Amelia.

“Oh really? Are you having it for lunch?” She asks Amelia and she nods.

A couple days later…

“Come on open wide.” You tell Nico. You’re trying to feed them dinner while Amelia is watching Melissa cook from the kitchen counter. Nico refuses to eat anything right now and you huff. “What about an airplane?” You ask and proceed to do airplane. He still won’t eat anything and you give up. “Mel?!?” You call out to her and she peaks her head out of the kitchen a few seconds later.

“Yes Amore?” She asks.

“Nico won’t eat anything. It’s like he’s on an eating strike.” You say with a huff and she chuckles.

“How about we put some of the dinner in the blender and try feeding it to him? It’ll be done in a couple minutes.” She suggests. “I mean it’s about time they try my cooking anyway.” She adds and you laugh.

“Worth a try, no one ever refuses your cooking.” You say as you go to put the barely touched food jars away.

Melissa finishes cooking the food and she puts some in a bowl to give to you to put in the blender. She gets the plates ready and on the table while you finish blending the food and putting them back in the bowl to give to Nico. You sit down with the bowl and put it on the table and you take one scoop of it and bring it to Nico’s mouth. To your surprise he takes a bite and swallows it.

“Like you said, no one ever refuses my cooking.” Melissa says proudly as she gives Amelia a bite of food and you roll your eyes.

*one week later *

“So Amelia and the twins will be in the same room right? Just in a different section.” Melissa asks the daycare worker.

“Yep, your twins will be in the baby section there.” The worker points to a section of the room. “And Amelia will be in the toddler section over there.” He adds and points to a different side of the room. “That way we have all kids in one room but split into different age ranges so the kids can play with others their own age.”

“Ok. I guess this is where all 3 of them are going now, starting next month.” Melissa tells you and you nod. She sighs and you wrap an arm around her waist.

“I think they’ll love it here. I know it’ll be hard like it was for Amelia but I’m sure it’ll be great.” You say with a smile and she smiles back at you.

“You’re right, I know it’ll be alright but like you said, it’s hard.” She says and you give her a kiss. “Where do we register them to go here?” Melissa asks the worker.

A week later you’re celebrating Mel’s birthday and you have your coworkers from school and your families over to celebrate. It was a barbecue as it was what Melissa wanted and a few of her siblings took charge with the cooking. They all sang happy birthday to her with the cake that Amelia loved eating. After it was time to open presents and she got Amelia to sit on her lap and help her open gifts.

She eventually got to your gift and you signed all 3 of the kids names there as well. You got her a new pots and pans set as she started complaining that it was time for new ones and she smiles widely at it. “Omg you got the exact set I wanted! Thank you Amore!” She says and gives you a kiss.

The rest of the summer is spent bringing them to the park to get the energy out and socialise with other kids, going to the pool as Amelia loves to swim, going on picnics and overall just spending time as a family before school starts again.

On the evening of the last day, you and Mel are going around and making sure everything is prepared for tomorrow.

“You have the lunch for Amelia ready to go and the blended ones for the twins?” You ask her.

“Yes, it’s in the fridge.”

“And you put the teething rings in their bag?”

“Yes, I did earlier.”

“And you put Amelia’s stuffy in her bag?”

“Yes Teddy is in there.” Melissa can see you on the verge of a panic attack so she intercepts before you start. “Amore, everything is good to go for tomorrow.” She begins and holds your hands. “Like you told me last month, they’ll love it there and everything will be alright.” She tells you and you nod.

“Ok ya, you’re right. Everything will be alright.” You say and she places a kiss on your forehead and you let out a breath.

“Now, both Amelia and the twins are asleep, I suggest we get some too before they wake us up in a few hours.” She jokes and you giggle.

“Ok, I love you.” You tell her while looking into her eyes. She cups your cheek with a hand and looks back into your eyes.

“I love you too Amore.” She tells you, and you both get ready for bed and then fall asleep with you safely wrapped in her arms.

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[beesmygod]

what bloodborne bosses do you think could be imported into night reign easily? amygdala feels like it would be a blast in elden ring and blood starved beast seems like it could fit in as well

ok i can finally think about this properly. first i agree with you. absolutely amygdala. astel and amygdala are similar enough in scale and behavior that it would be a perfect fit for the combat mechanics of elden ring. the biggest change to consider is the amount of verticality so as long as we choose bosses that aren't instantly wrecked by jumping it should be good.

THINGS I DO NOT WANT TO SEE:

i never want to fight the cleric beast ever again in my life. that includes laurence.

amelia is a boring fight.

the celestial emissary is easily one of the more boring "mob" bosses made by from and should be skipped.

the shadows of yharnam are just three guys. i hate fighting rom unironically.

witch of hemwick is interesting to fight once and after that its just gaming the gimmick to get it done asap.

the one reborn sucks ass.

sulyvahn is the more interesting version of mergo's wet nurse. i would rather see him.

there are more interesting wolves in other games other than paarl.

the living failures are also not good.

DO NOT PUT THE UNDEAD GIANT IN. DONT DO IT

MAYBE:

i would love to fight ebrietas more but since metyr, mother of fingers already exists in the game they might as well stick with her.

gascoigne is like. one of the best bosses in bloodborne, but he's kind of custom-tailored to be a skill check for that game's mechanics specifically. i just don't know if he would have the same sauce without the fight revolving around parrying mechanics.

i don't know if logarius would work. jumping makes his projectiles way less intimidating and you would be able to jump into the sky with him like its a DBZ battle lol

LET'S GOOOO:

i think the blood-starved beast would make an excellent addition to the boss roster because it is fast as fuck and highly aggressive.

gehrman is just a solid fight. no problems with him

same with lady maria but it looks like we're getting a lady maria expy character as one of the player characters. hoo hoo! neat!

lugwig is a really good fight. no reason not to include him. if they can dodge the golden hippo or the fallingstar beast, they can dodge him.

MOON PRESENCE!!! MOON PRESENCE!!!

fuck it, put the orphan in. he's a good fight but idk how he'll translate to a sword and shield game. i beat him with pure parries lol.

yharnam please. i miss her so much.

actually both of the pthumerian descendants too. i miss those guys once they're gone. they're really fun.

the bloodletting and abhorrent beast are fine. they can come too.

COMEDY OPTION: micolash

[lisacameron99]

Interns

Okay here's the request!

So call me crazy but I kinda wish they had Link be like a big brother to Lucas to help him through his first year of intern , but what if he was also hiding something else that made him more Blacksheep of family, he has a 2 year old son of his own and single parent , but wirh both Meredith and Maggiw gone Lucas needs help with new place and goes to Link amd Amelia for help (sorry for the rambling)

Warnings: fxf, Amelia x reader, illusions to smut, Link taking Lucas under his wing, Link x Lucas platonic, Link x reader platonic, Lucas x reader platonic

"And why can't you do it?" Link asked me and I set the tablet down, looking at him with a hard look. "Okay, I'll do it."

"If I do it, it seems like I'm being too much of a big sister/aunt thing, and I don't want to be overbearing. If you do it, it's just like an attending wanting an intern who's doing a good job in on a surgery."

"I don't need an intern, I have Nico." I stared hard at him again. "And I have an intern. God, the look you give could rival my mother's and you're not even a mom!"

"I may as well be," I laughed at him. "I take care of you lot and have been since Meredith and I were interns. I gotta go find Amelia. Something about needing a consult?"

"You just want a good lay."

"You're not wrong," I winked at him, scurrying off to find my girlfriend.

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Amelia and I were in a heavy make out session in the on call room, my hands in her hair, hers on my ass, hips rolling together like waterfalls, when Lucas came in.

"Oh God!" He covered his eyes in horror. Amelia and I pulled away from each other to stare at the intern in annoyance.

"What do you want?" I snapped at him.

"I - I wanted to take a nap before my surgery!" He complained. "Not see the hospital mom screwing my aunt." He pulled his hand away from his eyes and glared at us.

"Well, find somewhere else!" Amelia snapped at him. "I haven't orgasmed in days."

"I don't need to hear this, you've already scared my eyes."

"Then leave because I'm going to --" I started to say but was effectively cut off.

"Bye."

"Where were we?" Amelia asked me, hands going back to their place on my ass.

"I think we were," I pushed myself into her arms and humped. "Here."

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"How did the surgery go?" I asked, stepping up next to him to fix the board.

"It went really good. Link let me close!"

"Oh! How nice! Congratulations!"

"Thanks!"

"Sorry if we ruined your nap," I said, feeling a little guilty.

"La la la! Can't here you!" Lucas said, walking away.

I giggled to myself.

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"I need Lucas today." Link said coming up to where I was.

"Get your own intern." I scolded him, looking back at the iPad.

"No, I need him. We did a similar surgery two weeks ago and Nico is helping Hunt. I need him."

"You're going soft! And you said you hated interns." I shook my head at him.

"Can I have him or not?" Link asked, growing impatient.

"Yeah, yeah, you can have him."

"Thanks."

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"Ditching me for ortho?" I asked Lucas, perching myself on Amelia's lap.

"Ditching me for my aunt?"

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for her mouth." I smirked at him, making Amelia smile when he made a face.

"I think you do most of the sucking." Amelia said.

"I will definitely ditch you two for ortho any day." He told us, standing up and walking away.

"Wanna have another round before surgery?"

"Absolutely."

[bobbin-buckley]

Vada Cavell Headcanons

Vada Cavell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of school shooting, mentions of smoking & getting drunk, smut, fluff, mentions of anxiety and depression, some angst,

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SFW (Some Angst)

-You & Vada we’re dating for about 3 months before the shooting happened. Then slowly drifted away after it.

-I wouldn’t perhaps say you broke up, Vada just was keeping herself away from you and everyone else, well, almost everyone else

-Nick told you Vada was hanging out with Mia Reed, this made you feel a lot of different things; confusion, anger, sadness and jealousy you wanted, no you NEEDED to ask her why she was all of a sudden hanging out with this Mia girl

-You felt as if she was cheating on you, maybe? You stormed into her room one day and started rambling about how she just started ghosting you and smoking with the blonde girl

-Vada did feel bad, infact she did regret everything after realizing how upset you were. That’s when you found Vada in your arms again

-She did start to invite you over at Mia’s house, you didn’t like the idea but accepted when Vada have you those puppy eyes

-Helping each other through all this depression and pain, venting

-Vada is a pretty affectionate person if you are really close

-She definitely has acts of service as her love language, she’ll buy you stuff (if she isn’t broke), take care of you, take you out somewhere etc

-Movie nights with make-out sessions throughout the film

-Shed love your pet(s) if you have any, (she totally seems like a dog person)

-Being besties with her little sister Amelia, she loves you sm, you both love to tease Vada, prank her and hangout together w/ Vada

-Finds it weird her family adores you

-When your alone together there can be three different moods; fluffy, sweet, soft, silly cuddly or hot, horny, lust & flirty, or sad, fluff, upset, depressed but you cope together by cuddling and talking

-Always being side by side, Vada craves your touch or needs to touch you. Wanting to cuddle but if she can’t she’ll hold your hand, pinkies intertwined under a table or knee to knee and head in shoulder

-You find it hilarious when Vada gets cranky and throws a fit. She smacks you when you laugh

“I’m dating a literal four year old”

“Then that would be fucked up also, nuh-uh!”

-Loves to make dirty jokes just to see you hot & bothered

-Can be a pretty flirty person

-Going off to college together

-Doing pretty much everything together

NSFW

-There is never a time you and Vada will have serious sex

-This girl is full of humor, she’ll make all kinds of jokes when intimate

“Dude! You have huge tits.”

“Vada-”

“There like literal melons”

-Preferring Vanilla sex most of the time

-making love to each other makes you both feel alive again

-I could see her as a switch

-Skin to skin the entire time

-Secretly loves your boobs

-Probably doesn’t shave much down there cause she’s scared she’ll hurt herself, you don’t mind though and you offer to help her

-Making sure her family isn’t home and won’t be home till late when having sex at her house

-She looooves shower sex

-One time Vada had gotten you something as a gift….it was a strap-on

“Vada where the hell did you get that? You’re broke.”

“Nick bought it for me.”

“😦”

-Loves to use the strap-on on you, claims she wants to “breed” you even though she can’t (you think it’s hot though-)

-Took her a while to understand how to please someone but it’s okay

-Makes you suck on her strap

-Always wanting to take off your clothes for you

-I’d say for her first time (in this she doesn’t fuck Mia) she was pretty good

-You guys could go in for hours if her parents weren’t home so often

-Almost getting caught

-Attempting to have sex in the school bathrooms to make her less scared

-High sex

-Quite the begger

-Anytime you have sex it’s always soft and at a good pace (unless you have 10 minutes before her mom gets home)

You’ve got Vada wrapped around your finger that’s for sure

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Heyyy

This seemed quick to write I hope it’s alright

Cairo will be next since you guys tied Vada & Cairo (You sillies)

[wildshona]

Milky Way

So the whole thing of Amelia and Zoe being here was really gettong me down yesterday and I got really snappy and sorry to any Followers I loaded on to.

I am just feeling so restricted and Chris is away in Berlin yil Monday and I don't feel I can go out clubbin and get fucked cos of Amelia and Zoe and i also feel restricted about wearing clothes more than i am used to.

Si in the end i just strip off in the lounge and i am really trying to resist the temptation to stick a couple of fingers in and Zoe, who had been in bed for three hours suddenly emerges from her room.

She goes up to Amelia

Can I have some mommy milk.

Amelia looks at me and blushes, picks Zoe up and goes into Amelia's room. Hmmmm, curious, so I wait a couple of minutes and go and peek. There is Amelia - who was already wearing her nightdress when we were sitting together (a nice one actually, white, transparent, clingy) - with one strap down,and her left tit out feeding Zoe.

She sees me looking and goes even redder.

Well i walk in and lie next to her to watch, after all embarrassing her seems a good bit of payback.

Then I notice her breathing is getting ragged and she is trembling a bit. I know that look - i've watched myself fingering in the mirror often enough.

So, OK, shit, I pull down the other strap and latch myself on to her right tit. I can feel the trembling getting heavier.

Now, my mum died of cancer when I was 3 and i don't remember her at all and I certainly do not remember the delicious sweetness of breast milk. God it tastes good.

That was when Amelia tipped over the top shaking and ohhhhh ooohh and the usual stuff trying to suppress it cos of Zoe - though she looked as though sje had fallen aslee[p still sucking.

Amelia gently pushed me off, got up and took Zoe back to her room.

When she got back she looked down at me, let her nightie fall to the floor and climbed into bed. I climbed in with her. We went to sleep cuddling like we used to when we were little.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

ooooh are you writing bonus content for 9000 rpm too?? is there a third toastbaby for them? is it toastbaby boy??? and is he conceived during car sex???? like Raven and Amelia????? 👀

This turned out a lot longer than I had planned, Anon. So I am breaking it up into 2 parts. Here is part 1. I'll add a link to this post for part 2 once I get that finished.

RATED E: for explicit sexual content, explicit language. Also breeding kink. :D

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“We should have another,” Katniss says to him late one night, long after both girls have gone to bed. They’re sprawled on their sheets. Limbs overlapping and the covers shoved to the floor. Peeta’s still actively sweating and catching his breath. He only just came a minute ago. Or maybe he’s just been so dazed with the euphoria that it was actually fifteen minutes ago, because he can already feel himself getting stiff again when Katniss says that.

So it’s going to be one of those nights, he thinks with a wide grin.

“Lemme catch my breath first, then you can do whatever you want to me,” he teases.

“No,” Katniss says and rolls over towards him. 

She flops one arm over his chest and pulls herself closer, until she can wrap her leg around his and wriggle against his thigh. Her knee brushes against his balls. He’s definitely getting aroused again already. Especially when she smirks at him and swipes at the corner of his mouth with her thumb. 

“Not sure if this is you or me,” she murmurs and he grabs her hand, sucking diligently on her thumb until she whimpers and the flavors make sense to him. He came first, and when he does that, he loves going down on her, tasting their combined flavor until she’s come hard enough to satisfy him. That’s usually a long, messy endeavor, involving edging her several times. And obviously he didn’t lick his lips enough after he finished with her.

“My favorite. It’s both of us,” he tells her, and the blush on her cheeks at his words only arouses him more. She leans into him, her eyes turning a molten shade of silver he’s long since learned means that they’re about to fuck.

“I mean, yes, obviously I want another round. If you’re up for it,” she says with a slight quirk to her lips, eyes dipping to his groin for a moment before her expression sobers. “But really, I meant, we should have another baby.”

“What?” he asks and lifts his head to look at her. She bites her lip and shrugs, almost embarrassed, but there’s a warm gleam in her gray eyes. “Oh come on now, don’t tease me like that. We both know it makes you horny as hell when I braid the girls’ hair for bedtime.”

He still remembers the first time he discovered that particular turn on of hers several years ago, when they still had only Raven. They hadn’t even made it to the bed that night. Not really. Katniss had straddled his face while he laid on the floor, his hands gripping her ass while she smothered him and he feasted on her. She had gripped the comforter on their bed and bit her lip to try and stifle her moans. When she came, she yanked the bedclothes down on top of them in a cascade. Peeta had nearly ripped some of them so that he could uncover their bodies enough to get both of them onto the edge of the mattress and his cock inside her still quivering pussy. That night was actually the first time they’d seriously discussed having a second child.

“Well… yeah. In fairness to me, you are one very sexy Daddy,” Katniss admits her own kink, her blush deepening slightly, her fingertips absently tracing around his nipple and driving him to distraction. He snatches up her hand again and kisses her fingertips, enjoying the way she shivers and sighs when he does that. Another of her turn ons. He’s not playing fair anymore, and he knows it. Because this conversation has him fully aroused and he’s already got in mind what he wants to do to his wife to get her to shatter around him again. And it involves her braid this time.

But he needs to clear up one thing first.

“So that’s all this is,” he murmurs reassuringly, ignoring the twinge of longing in his chest. “Especially since Raven doesn’t let us braid her hair like that very often anymore.”

“I can’t believe she’s going to be a teenager next year,” Katniss groans but she’s smiling at the growing independence they’ve seen in their daughter.

“Me either. But... Tomorrow, it won’t sound like such a good idea to have another baby,” Peeta murmurs.

“I don’t think so,” she argues. He brings his hand up to rest on her shoulder, to caress her skin as she explains that she’s been thinking about this for a while, not just tonight. That she’s in a great spot in her career to take another break.

“You just won a Victor’s Cup title. Most would argue that you should be aiming for a repeat,” he reminds her and she shrugs. “A good crew chief would urge you to keep pushing and go for a repeat.”

“But a good husband would tell me to follow my heart, to pursue what I want, and to not push too hard if I’m worried about burning out,” she counters.

“Are you worried about burning out?” he asks and Katniss scowls at him. Peeta’s unable to hide his smile. “Didn’t think so. Are we having this conversation as driver and crew chief, or as husband and wife?”

“We’re having it as Katniss and Peeta,” she says and rises up to kiss him on the lips. But then her lips turn down a little. “Unless… you really don’t want another one?”

Peeta sucks in his breath and holds it in, almost afraid to admit to her how desperately he wants another baby with her. They’ve had this moment of passionate sex and vague baby talk before. And it’s fizzled before. He shrugs, attempting to brush it off, keep his hopes in check. “I mean, I’ve thought about it here and there.”

“Okay. Then you should really think about it now,” she says, her face softening with a smile and her hand drifting lower down his body. She bites her lip as her eyes brighten again. “In the meantime…”

And he does think about it. At that moment, yes, absolutely. Because the truth is, he’s long since known that he gets incredibly aroused and then a little crazed in bed at just the thought of getting Katniss pregnant. So this entire conversation is like intense foreplay to him.

And she certainly isn’t complaining several minutes later, when he’s got her on her knees, quietly begging him to let her come while he wildly takes her from behind. When he has her braid twisted around his right hand and tugs ever so lightly to arch her back into it a tiny bit more.

“Fuck. There. Right there. Peeta, please,” she whimpers. He splays his fingers on her shoulder blades, holding her down on the mattress. Right where he wants her, the pressure keeping her hair wrapped around his hand as his thrusts pick up the pace just a little.

“Right here? This how you need my cock?” he asks.

“Uh-huh,” she moans and his left hand clenches on her ass, probably leaving bruises, but she’s close. So close. He can hear it in her hiccoughing moans as she tries to keep quiet, and see it in the way she’s gripping the sheets in front of her. Feel it in the way she pushes back to meet his thrusts, their skin colliding in loud, deliciously slick popping sounds. His hand on her ass maintains the right angle for them. He feels it in the slickness of her pussy and then in the fluttering right before the first tight squeeze and her desperately wild moans.

And then he can’t stop his own release. It burns through him in a flash, so intense he closes his eyes and watches the flames behind his eyelids as he slams into her a few more times, pumping his cum as deep as he can. 

And wishing she weren’t taking birth control. Desperately wanting to see her belly round and stretched with a baby again. His baby. He shudders and keeps thrusting until he can’t take it anymore. Until his cock is so sensitive that he’ll go mad with a second more of stimulation. Then he thrusts deep enough to lift Katniss’s knees off the bed for a second and stays that deep as his arms give out and he lays on top of her.

In the aftermath, Katniss takes his hand in hers and lifts her hips the tiniest amount. “Touch me. I wasn’t done yet,” she whispers and Peeta lets her guide his hand to her clit. His fingers slip and slide through the mess of their sex, but it doesn’t take long before Katniss is writhing beneath him and then coming again. And Peeta thrusts his fingers into her, filling her and fulfilling his futile need to feel her pussy all wet with his cum. Dreaming of a baby.

And then for days after, Peeta doesn’t stop thinking about it.

Over the next few weeks, he can’t get the idea out of his head, as he works long hours to hire new teammates to replace those that retired or moved on to higher ranking jobs, buoyed by their involvement with Katniss’s championship winning team. When he’s supposed to be listening to the designers and mechanics as they brief him on the cars and layouts they’re planning for the upcoming season so he can provide his feedback.

He thinks about it so often that they almost get caught having sex on his desk once. Even though they agreed long ago that they shouldn’t fuck at work. But Katniss had been damn near insistent until Peeta had gotten inside her, and then she’d been all pliant and whimpering and begging him to make her come. Begging him to come with her.

And at night, when they’re at home, Peeta feels like a man possessed. Insatiable. Not that Katniss is complaining about that either. She actually encourages him. Whispering in his ears that she wants him to shove her on the bed and fuck her. Whispering wishes that he would fill her up with his cum becomes her primary seduction technique. Perhaps because it’s working so well.

Once racing season starts again, Katniss brings in a third place finish right out of the gate, and Peeta thinks about it even more. Practically all the time. When he’s spending time with Amelia and Raven. When he’s fixing his truck or Katniss’s or even Aunt Laverne’s. When they’re in the kitchen, preparing or cleaning up from meals. 

Once, Peeta even finds himself thinking about it when they’re out for a bowling night with the girls and he makes a stop in the bathroom. There’s a dad with his son, reminding him to wash his hands afterwards, and Peeta gets so distracted by the thought of Katniss pregnant with another baby, of himself getting to raise another baby with her, that he doesn’t even realize he’s finished taking a leak until the dad leaves with his kid.

Peeta’s caught baby fever, without a doubt in his mind, but he’s still not convinced that Katniss truly wants another one.

Because where he thinks about it the most, is the only place she seems to think about it at all. Which is in bed, and she knows he’s got a bit of a thing for that kind of dirty talk. She knows from when they were trying for Amelia that just the idea of getting her pregnant gets him off. Hard.

He thinks about it as they fuck and make love and she whispers to him while he’s balls deep inside of her, encouraging him to fuck her harder, to come inside her. She whispers, telling him to think about how he could be giving her another baby right then. But then, after he’s spent and gasping for air, drained of his cum, she doesn’t mention it again. And he’s inevitably left thinking about it for days after, wondering if she meant it, or if she’s just playing on his kink to make the sex hot as fuck.

Even if she doesn’t bring it up during sex, the thought is on his mind every time he slides his cock inside of Katniss and watches her arch her back, her lips parting on that soft moan of hers as her eyes go hazy with need and her fingernails dig into his skin wherever she’s touching him. 

When she turns in one stellar finish after another on the race track, Peeta starts to lose track of how many times their post race celebrations involve the two of them jammed into some small space with their fire suits around their ankles and Peeta with a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans while he aggressively pistons his cock in her dripping wet pussy. He’s thinking about it even then, of course, when he knows that what turned her on has nothing to do with the possibility of another baby. 

Every time she holds him down and tells him he’s not allowed to come yet while she uses his body and his cock for her pleasure, riding him until she orgasms once, twice… until she tells him he can come, he’s thinking about it the whole time. And he can’t stop thinking about it whenever he’s moving above her, inside her, drinking down her breathy moans and desperately trying to get her there before he snaps.

They could be making a baby right now, he thinks as they make love, if he’d managed to stop thinking about it and tell her what he wants without fearing that she’s already changed her mind. The thought drives him wild every time.

They could be making a baby, he thinks as he thrusts into her and she cries out his name right before she orgasms, tipping him over the edge with her and sending him spiraling through his own release. If only he’d get over his fears and say the words.

That could’ve been their baby, he thinks as he pulls out of her while he’s still coming, just to watch his cum pooling between her glistening labia, shifting as her walls still quiver in aftershocks.

And once, when she rides him so beautifully that he actually comes before her, Katniss holds his wrists down over his head and sits on his face, demanding that he make her come with his mouth, Peeta almost turns away from her. Even though he fucking loves doing what she’s demanded, part of his mind rebels that time. Because that could be their baby. His cum slowly dripping from her lips onto his could be their baby and he wants one more so badly. In the end, though, the temptation of their mingled taste, the need to make Katniss orgasm is too much for him.

It’s the morning after one of those nights, when they fucked twice and made love once in between, and every time he came, Peeta was wishing he’d already said something because maybe that could’ve been their baby. He’s making the bed and staring at her as she walks through their room to the bathroom. Katniss sets her coffee on the counter. There’s a dark bruise on her neck from where he sucked and nipped at her last night while he was on top of her, inside of her, and she’d wrapped her legs and arms so tight around him, he could barely move. But she’d still cried out his name and left claw marks down his back when she came.

He watches her as she plucks the plastic case with her birth control pills from the drawer.

“Wait,” he says and she turns to him with a questioning look. “I want another.”

Peeta holds his breath, waiting for a few seconds and worried that he’s waited too long. Her smile is slow, but beautiful. 

“You want another? How much do you want another?” she asks him.

And the bed stays unmade a little longer, the pills left on the counter as they fuck fast and hard, trying to finish before their daughters wake up, Peeta whispering to her his pent up thoughts of the past few months. Ordering her to take every last inch of his cock.

And even though he knows it’s too soon, he still whispers to her that he’s going to fill her with so much of his cum that they’ll have another baby in no time at all. And four thrusts later, with her still writhing and whimpering in her own release, Peeta slams into her and comes with a strangled moan, his body screaming with the bliss of finally, finally maybe being able to fill her womb with their baby again.