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sugarcoated-lame · 2 years ago

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EMILY I’M SCREAMING!!!!!

first of all bc bradley being the absolute sweetest and tucking Ev into bed 🥹 love him <3

THEY FINALLY DID THE DEED, they’re exchanging ‘I love you’s, Bradley asked kitten to officially be his girlfriend, ALL IS RIGHT IN THE WORLD!! 😭 and the paw print necklace !!! aaaahhgftgrfb

‘And when you felt more of cum dripping out of your pussy, you decided you wouldn't mind if Bradley kept you filled like this all the time.’

oh my gosh i’m dizzy, the smut had my head spinning it was so sweet and sexy and perfect, and I love kitten just going absolutely wild for Coach and not being able to keep it down haha (I need a coach Bradley in my life pls and thanks where can I get one? 👀)

And Bradley promising that he’s going to stick around ?? 🥺 I’m cry

‘You smiled as your eyes drifted closed. "I love you, too. Yesterday was perfect."

"You're perfect," he replied instantly, and he meant it.

i loveeeeed seeing them be all domestic and getting ready together in the morning, Bradley making them pancakes and Kitten packing lunches for everybody, they’re already such a perfect little family 🥹

‘Bradley sat at the table and ate with Everett next him and you across from him, listening to Everett complain about his math homework. And he felt like he fit in here. He could make pancakes and pillow forts and have a packed lunch made for him. He could do math homework and make you scream all night. He could love this shit.’

I’M LOVING THIS SHIT !!!

AAAAHHHH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER !!!! and Ev being the precious baby he is and being so happy that Coach loves his mom made me so happy 🥹 he really is their # 1 fan and i adore him! Eeeeek this has me so giddy, I can’t stop smiling it’s just so good and i just love them so much !!!! 😭🥰🧡❤️🧡❤️🧡

Batting Practice Part 16 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After the perfect day at the ballpark and a Phillies victory, the only thing you want is a sleepover with Bradley. But it's the care and attention he gives not only you, but also your son, that makes you want more and more with him.

Warnings: Smut, fluff and swearing

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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You were leaning across the seat, kissing Bradley's neck and whispering how much you had missed him while he drove. "The last week without you was unbearable, Coach."

"Kitten," he groaned as your hand cupped him through his jeans. "Baby, I'll never hurt you again. I'm so sorry."

You licked his jaw and whispered, "I know you won't. I believe you."

Bradley still felt like he was imagining this. He managed to get you and Everett back, but he would absolutely refuse to thank Jake for helping him. Hangman owed him that much.

But Bradley would thank you. Over and over again.

"You can trust me, Kitten. I'm an idiot, sure, but I won't hurt you or Everett. You know I can't stand to see that kid cry."

You moaned softly next to his ear. "That makes you so sexy." As your fingers stroked along his inner thigh, he exited the highway and checked to make sure Everett was still sleeping in the rear view mirror. "Will you sleepover with me?"

He parked in your driveway behind your car and yanked you onto his lap. "I'll do whatever you want. Anything you want. I'll stay with you." You were yanking at his hair and rubbing yourself on him, and Bradley was trying his best to focus. He needed to get Everett inside and in bed before he could do anything else, and you didn't seem like you'd be able to make the best decisions on your own right now.

Bradley took your chin a little roughly in his hand. "Kitten, let me get Ev inside and tucked in bed first, yeah?"

You bit your lip and shivered in his arms, and he thought about just fucking you in the driveway. "Okay. Yeah. Let's take him inside."

Bradley lifted you out of the Bronco and set you down outside, and then he opened the back door and lifted Everett out of the booster seat. You ran ahead of him and unlocked the front door and turned on some lights. "Bedrooms are upstairs," you whispered as you kicked off your shoes, and Bradley followed you up the steps.

Everett's bedroom was to the right, and when you flipped on the nightlight, Bradley saw that it was a hodgepodge of dinosaurs, baseball and trains. You pulled Everett's shoes off and set his home run baseball and Phillies cap on his dresser next to the baseball card binder. Bradley took his time, setting Everett gently down in his bed and smoothing the sheet and comforter over him.

He stood there for a moment, and you slipped your hand in his but didn't pressure him to leave yet. Bradley loved being in your house and seeing Everett's room. He turned toward you and scooped you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. "Thanks for coming today," he whispered, carrying you back out into the hallway. "It would have killed me to have the third seat empty."

You pressed your lips to his as he found your room at the other end of the hallway, while your fingers tugged through his hair. The bedside lamp was on, and the room was glowing in the soft light. "I didn't want to have to tell you no."

He grinned against your lips. "I bet I can make you say yes a bunch of times."

You gasped against his lips, and he was about to set you down on your bed, when he paused. The stuffed Phanatic was propped up on your nightstand, and you were rubbing yourself against his abs again. He wanted you so badly in every way.

"Bradley," you whined, and he eased you gently down onto your back and kissed your lips and your chin and your neck.

He nudged your legs further apart and whispered against your neck, "Kitten, is this a good time to ask you to officially be my girlfriend?"

You grinned. "It's an excellent time."

"Mmm, good. Yeah." He kissed your lips hard, but you broke away, giggling underneath him.

"Aren't you going to ask me?" You propped yourself up on your elbows and ran your feet up and down his thighs.

"Oh, right. Kitten, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," you replied, unbuttoning his jersey and pushing it off his shoulders. You yanked his undershirt off and tossed it across the room, running your fingers through his sparse chest hair. Bradley awkwardly kicked his shoes off, sending one of them under your bed while you giggled again. But when he yanked your shirt up and pressed his lips to your belly button, you moaned. He kissed your soft skin while he unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans.

"Mmm, I love you." When his tongue peeked out to taste you just above your pink lace underwear, you bucked up against him. "Relax, Kitten. I'll get my mouth on that pussy soon, baby."

"Bradley!" you groaned, bucking again before he hauled you to the middle of the bed so he had more room to work.

"I'm right here," he replied softly, kissing your lips as he eased your shirt up. You arched your back so he could remove it, and he found a pink bra that matched your panties. "This is cute. I'm starting to think you wore this on purpose today."

You sighed as he stroked your tits through the fabric. "Nothing wrong with hoping," you told him as he yanked your jeans off. Bradley guided your legs up in the air and kissed the backs of your thighs, slowly easing your underwear along your legs and past your bent knees. He groaned as your pussy and your ass were on display for him, and he tossed your panties aside.

"God damn, Kitten." He held your thighs with both hands and then spread your legs apart, sinking down until he was kissing your inner thighs and inhaling your perfect scent. "Fuck."

You reached down, tangled your fingers in his wavy hair, and guided his head until his mustache was brushing against your wet slit. "Taste me," you demanded breathlessly. "Now."

Bradley sucked on your slit, getting his face coated in your wetness as your fingers tightened in his hair. He dipped his tongue inside you without warning, and the sound you made had him grunting against you. He sucked and nibbled on you next to your opening and you were rubbing yourself up to meet his every move.

"Bradley," you gasped, running your feet along his shoulders as he pressed his nose against your clit. When he dragged his lips up to suck on you there, you moaned a string of expletives in such a husky voice, his cock throbbed in his jeans. He sealed his lips around you and used his tongue, and a moment later you were practically screaming, still pulling his hair.

"Kitten," he growled, looking up at you, back arched off the bed in pleasure. You were going to get loud, and while he couldn't fucking wait, he needed to close the door. He kissed you softly and licked you once before he released you and stood.

"Where are you going?" you whined, propping yourself up on one hand with wide eyes and parted lips. You looked like a dream, pouting at him to come back to bed and bring you pleasure. Bradley unzipped his jeans, grunting as he freed his cock. He pulled his jeans off and stroked himself through his boxer shorts as you whimpered.

Then he softly closed your bedroom door and made his way back to the bed. "Just wanted to close the door so you can get louder." You eased yourself onto your back and watched him crawl across the bed toward you. He pushed you down into the plush bedding, letting his weight rest on top of you while he kissed your lips, and your tongue came out to taste yourself on him. You whimpered, and it was such a pretty sound. He pressed his mustache just below your ear and asked, "You want my mouth on your pussy again?"

"Please," you gasped, and Bradley watched your eyes flutter closed as he slipped one finger inside you.

"Been thinking about getting you wet since the pool party. Wanted to fuck you in the kitchen that day."

Your guttural groan as he added a second finger had you bucking against his hand. When you grabbed him by his hair again, he grinned at you. "Okay, Kitten," he mumbled and he eased himself down your body to wrap his lips around your clit again, making you get louder.

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You were soaking wet. You'd never been this wet before. Bradley had his face buried in your pussy, and you were pretty sure he was enjoying himself too, especially whenever you guided him with your hands in his hair. But now that you were close, you wanted to feel his cock inside you. "I want you to fuck me," you whined, wondering if you'd even be able to sit up right now. You were pretty sure you left a wet spot on the bed, and Bradley was licking your mess from his lips as he took his boxers off.

You reached for him with your legs spread wide, and when you wrapped your fingers around his velvety length, he moaned. "I just want to make this perfect pussy feel good," he growled as he knelt between your wet thighs.

Your moan was loud as you sat up and scooted closer to him until his cock was rubbing against your pussy. "Oh god, you're making me crazy, Coach," you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. He guided you back down, his tip pressing into your entrance as you keened for him. "Please!" You thrust your hips toward him fucking yourself around him as your head tipped back.

"Kitten, baby, do you have condoms?" he asked, but you could feel him pushing himself deeper as he grunted.

"I'm on the pill," you told him, and then he bottomed out inside you as you screeched. "Oh! God, Bradley! And I always made Frank use a condom."

He grabbed your hips and started thrusting. "Fucking hell, baby. You're so god damn tight," he gasped, moving inside you. "And you're gonna let me fuck you bare? I love you, Kitten. I do. This is too much. You feel so fucking good."

You knew you were getting loud, but you couldn't help it. He loved you. "Say it again," you demanded as his big hands wrapped around your back to unclasp your bra. He met your eyes as he tossed the pretty lace aside.

"I love you." Then his lips were wrapped around your nipple as he fucked you hard, making your breasts bounce against his face. "How could I not? You're perfect."

You basked in the feel of him inside you and on top of you. His movements were so intentional, unlike anyone else. He was making you feel like everything you wanted and needed was important.

His jaw was clenched as he pressed his face against your neck and kept you so full of his big cock, you were already getting close. "I should have known," he growled. "Should have known you'd make all these noises like you did in the Bronco. Like you did over the phone when I was away. You like getting loud."

You were making a gasping sound as Bradley pressed his lips to yours, and you couldn't keep quiet. "Bradley!"

"Baby, you'll wake Ev," Bradley told you, and all the veins in his neck were straining as he pounded you into the bed before withdrawing. "Roll over."

You did as you were told, and it was maybe even better. Bradley fucked you face down into your pillow while he wrapped his right arm around your waist to rub your clit with your butt popped up in the air. He kept bottoming out and holding himself there, and each time it felt like another thread snapped until you were tumbling into your orgasm.

"I love you, Kitten," he whispered next to your ear. "I love you."

You squeezed his cock, rocking your hips back into his as he filled you with his cum, his fingers finally slowing on your overstimulated clit. You lifted your head to look back at him over your shoulder, panting to catch your breath.

"You're wild," Bradley said with a soft laugh, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.

You didn't know you were wild. Frank was a dud in bed, and Danny only got you off occasionally, but it was never on purpose. Wild. Maybe you were only like this for Bradley.

"I couldn't even get off with Frank unless I was thinking about you," you reminded Bradley and he kissed your shoulder blade.

"Oh, I know. I love thinking about that," he said, his lips moving against your skin. "I love that I can make you wild." You settled your cheek against the pillow as Bradley kept himself buried inside you. He kissed along your shoulders and caressed your lower back and thighs with his hands as he eased you flat against the bed.

His lips, hands and mustache were giving you goosebumps, and when he finally withdrew from you with a soft groan, you were in a blissful state of relaxation on your pillow.

"Kitten, I need to go out to my car," Bradley murmured, climbing out of bed.

You sat up and watched him reach for his boxers and his undershirt. "I thought you were going to stay with me?" Now he was reaching under your bed in search of his shoes.

"I am, baby," he promised as he stood, stroking your cheek and kissing your forehead. "I have something for you in my glove box. I'll be right back."

You snuggled under your blanket and listened to his feet on your stairs and the squeak of your front door. When you didn't hear his Bronco start up, but rather the sound of your front door again, you sighed in relief. He was staying. He was going to stay over.

"This is for you," he announced softly as soon as he walked back into your room in just his underwear, shoes and a plain white tee. He was so handsome and looked so eager, you smiled and sat up. He was holding a golden chain with a little charm on it. "I didn't want to give it to you earlier and make it seem like I was just trying to get you to take me back. I bought it in Lemoore, and it's been in my car."

He sat down next to you as you grasped the little paw print charm and laughed. "Is this because you call me Kitten?"

He stroked your neck and kissed you so softly. "You're my Kitten," he whispered, and your nipples got hard for him as he clasped the necklace in place.

Bradley gathered you onto his lap and ran his fingers along the chain. It was the only thing you were wearing, and you felt like it was a label. "Looks good," he told you, letting his fingers trail down between your breasts eliciting a whimper from you. Bradley groaned and let his fingers drift all the way down your belly until he was stroking your clit.

To your surprise, you were ready for him again. You were still filled with his cum, but he didn't seem to mind as kissed your necklace and teased two fingers at your entrance. You rode his fingers as he moved at a leisurely pace, like it didn't matter how long it took, he was planning on getting you off at least one more time.

"You have such a sweet pussy, Kitten. Are you wet because you want me or because you're filled up with my cum?"

You moaned at his words, head tipped back as you rubbed yourself against his undershirt.

"I want to hear you say it," he growled, and you felt yourself clench softly around his fingers.

"It's both," you whined, and he stroked your clit, your body responding like it was a reward. "I want you! And your cum is in my pussy!"

His lips settled unhurriedly on your neck, and he urged you to straddle him and grind yourself against his erection. He was hard, but he wasn't rushing you, so you got yourself good and worked up. Your voice was unsteady, and you felt yourself shaking as he pulled his boxers down below his balls, and you rode him right there on the edge of the bed. He was big and strong, and his feet were planted firmly on your floor.

You bounced on him until you were gasping his name, head tipped back while he held you in place with both of his big hands on your hips. He was stroking your skin with his thumbs and praising you, and every time your clit met his pubic hair, you almost lost your mind.

"I love feeling your body enjoying me," he whispered against your breasts. "So tight and warm."

You circled your hips a few times, and then you were making some seriously crazed noises as you came. Your movements became jerky, and then you went a little boneless as he held you tight. And when you felt more of cum dripping out of your pussy, you decided you wouldn't mind if Bradley kept you filled like this all the time.

Exhausted, you draped your arms around his neck and let him hold you. He was telling you how good you were as you shivered at his touch.

"You're staying, right?"

"I'm not leaving."

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You were curled up in bed, wearing Bradley's undershirt with the front of his body pressed to your back. "What time do I need to leave in the morning, Kitten?"

Your contented sigh had his lips on your shoulder immediately. "Do you want to stay for breakfast before work?"

Now that you mentioned it as an option, it was literally the only thing Bradley wanted. "Is that okay? With Ev?"

"Mmm," you hummed. "If you're my boyfriend, then I think Everett can get used to you being around." Your voice was sleepy, but you had Bradley fully alert now. "Unless you need to leave early to get your uniform."

"I'll make pancakes," he promised as you dozed off. It took him awhile, but your even breathing finally lulled him to sleep as well, his big hand spread across your belly.

When your alarm went off at six, you and Bradley both jolted awake. You scrambled away from him to grab your phone and turn it off, and then Bradley was pulling you into his arms again. He'd slept so soundly in your bed, and whether it was because he was finally no longer in turmoil or because you made him feel so good, he wasn't sure. But as you turned in his arms to face him, he thought maybe it was both.

"Morning, Coach," you whispered with a smile as you kissed him softly. Your fingers were laced with his, and you were so close to him, he could touch any part of you he wanted. And so he did.

He ran his hand up your back, enjoying the feel of your soft skin against his calloused palm. "I love you."

You smiled as your eyes drifted closed. "I love you, too. Yesterday was perfect."

"You're perfect," he replied instantly, and he meant it. "What time does Ev get up? I don't want to make him uncomfortable, so you can kick me out if you want."

You glared at him. "I thought you were making me pancakes?"

He laughed against your lips. "I can do that."

Bradley took a quick shower with you, and then he dressed in his jeans and undershirt while he watched you get dressed in one of your suits for work. You put on a little makeup and talked to him the whole time. It felt natural, like you and he did this on a regular basis.

"It's Monday!" you said suddenly. "I'll get to see you at practice!" You were adjusting your new necklace, and Bradley couldn't take his eyes off you.

"I've been thinking, I need to start practicing more with Everett, pitch to him for real. Because if he wants to graduate from tee ball to baseball next year, he's going to need some more of the basic skills. But we do have almost a year to get him there."

You turned to look at him fully, your lips parted, but you didn't say anything for a moment. "You're gonna stick around," you whispered, and he wasn't sure if it was a question or not.

"Yeah, Kitten." He nodded without a doubt in his mind.

Then he heard the toilet down the hallway flush, and when you opened your bedroom door with Bradley behind you, Everett was standing in the hallway outside his room. His eyes were wide. You went to him, wrapping him in a hug with your high heels in one hand.

"Morning, Ev." You kissed the top of his head, but he was looking past you to Bradley. And suddenly Bradley was wishing he had left when your alarm went off, because the last thing he wanted to do was upset this kid.

"Did you have a sleepover?" he asked, and Bradley nodded but let you do the talking.

"Uh, yeah... and now Bradley offered to make us some pancakes before I take you to school."

Everett nodded and asked, "Next time you sleepover, can we make a pillow fort before bed?"

"Absolutely, kiddo," Bradley confirmed with a smile. "Should I try to make pancakes that look like baseballs and bats?"

"Yeah! That's a good idea! Especially since the Phillies won!" Everett cheered, and Bradley followed him down to the kitchen with you right behind him. He got everything ready for pancakes, and soon Everett was eating three baseballs and a weird looking bat while you packed three lunches.

Bradley sat at the table and ate with Everett next him and you across from him, listening to Everett complain about his math homework. And he felt like he fit in here. He could make pancakes and pillow forts and have a packed lunch made for him. He could do math homework and make you scream all night. He could love this shit.

"Math is important," he told Everett. "I use it all day at work. So does your mom. And if you want me to teach you how to keep baseball stats, you'll need to be proficient."

Everett's eyes went wide. "You'll teach me how to do baseball stats?"

"Of course, kiddo. I gotta go home and get my uniform before I'm late, but I can help you with math homework one day if you want. I'll see you at practice later." He patted Everett's shoulder and collected all the dirty dishes so you didn't have to, depositing them in the sink. Bradley picked up the paper bag that said Coach in your handwriting, and he smiled. And then he pulled you out of your seat and into his arms.

"Have a good day. We'll see you at practice later," you whispered. And Bradley kissed your cheek.

"I can't wait. I love you." And then he headed out to the Bronco with a bounce in his step.

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You and Everett both looked at your front door as it clicked closed behind Bradley. When you turned to face your son, you were bracing yourself for the conversation you figured you might need to have if he seemed upset. But he looked absolutely elated, his expression rivaling the way he looked when the Phillies defeated the Padres last night.

"Ev, do you want to talk about-"

"Mommy! Coach Bradley loves you!" Everett shouted, cutting you off.

Your son was staring at you in wonder and you walked around the table to give him a hug. "Yeah."

"Do you love him, too?"

You kissed Everett's head and whispered, "Yeah. I do."

"This was the best weekend ever!"

You couldn't help but agree.

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Coach loves Kitten and Ev! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

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aikofanfan · 3 years ago

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Muzzled part 2

[Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor]

Summary: Protective and feral MC is all fun n games until they get hurt so everyone comes together to create a special muzzle to help them calm down. But soon learn they liked that side of MC way more than thought

Warning: Some non consensual touching in Beel’s part but nothing major.

A/n: Not totally happy with this but it’s been edited way too many times already so. Enjoy.

Part 1

Asmodeus

“Put them down!” Asmo gasps. You and him had gone to a club and things started out okay but then well. Some demon thought it would be a good idea to make you go surf the waves of the party goers. Asmo looked around in a panic. With that stupid but so cute muzzle on you, you couldn’t fight back or activate your pacts!

“Oh relax. This ain’t harming them!” One demon says and gets smacked by Asmo. The avatar of lust shifts to his demon form and flies up, yanking you away from the crowd and setting you back down on the floor.

“Sweetie are you okay??” He asks, hissing when any other demon tries to start trouble again.

“Oh I’m fine.” You shrug. “A weird ride but fine.”

He pouts. These stupid demons don’t know who they’re messing with. He still wanted to have fun but he didn’t want you getting into danger again. He thinks it over as he stares at the muzzle, then nods to himself.

“Since you naughty little demons want to mess with them. Why not get the full experience of my precious MC!” Asmo announces before he takes the muzzle off. You blink a few times before a grin appears on your lips, pink glow in your eyes that’s much easier to see in the dim lights of the club. You grab Asmo by the hip and spin him around before dipping him, eyes half lidded.

“How’s about we show them a real show stopper?” You ask.

“Oooooh so bold~!” Asmo giggled.

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Beelzebub

This was….uncomfortable. Demon girls feeling up Beel’s arms and making comments he thought he’d only ever hear you say.

“So big guy what’s your secret for being so buff~?”

“Whoever gets you to all themself is sooo lucky. I’m jealous!”

“Gross.” You comment, smacking their hands away when they get way too close to the waist line. Beel didn’t want to hurt anyone but this was way too…weird.

“Excuse me.” He mumbles and lightly moves them away before reaching out and taking the muzzle off you. He didn’t want you getting hurt either but he knew better than to worry. You could hold yourself better than any other human he met.

Your true reaction to the whole situation was instant.

The girls stop and look at you, all the color draining from their faces when they see your eyes flames up in green fire. They jump away from Beel and say sorry over and over again but that wasn’t going to be enough.

“Run.”

“Huh?”

“I said…RUN.”

“EEEEEK!!!!”

The girls scramble away and you’re right behind them, shouting. Beel watched, learning a whole new section of vocabulary he never knew existed.

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Belphegor

Asmo whining about who knows what.

Mammon and Levi bickering.

Beel chewing way too loud.

Satan and Lucifer…being Satan and Lucifer.

Belphie grumbles and sits up, he was trying to take a nap in the living room, laying his head on your lap but his brothers were making way too much noise.

“Can’t sleep?” You asks and he nods.

“Sleep in ya room then.” Mammon comments and goes back to bickering with Levi.

“Yeah we can move to your room.” You offer but catch that mischievous glint in his eyes. Something tells you he has other plans.

“Or I can just do this.” He says, reaching for your muzzle and Mammon was the first to react.

“Whoa whoa! Hey now!” He gasps and holds Belphie’s wrist. “There’s no need to go that far!”

“You’re making too much noise even if I wasn’t trying to nap.” Belphie pouts and pulls away from Mammon. He unclips the muzzle before Mammon can try and stop him again.

“Hm?” You hum, blinking a few times as you feel the magic flow through you normally again. Belphie flops back down and rests his head in your lap.

“MC they’re making too much noise. I can’t sleep like this.” Belphie pouts, looking up at you.

Ah now you understand.

“Aw poor baby.” You pet his hair before your eyes light up and look at the other six. “SIT BOYS!”

THUD!

“AW COME ON!”

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karma-vvitch · 3 years ago

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Morning Star

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, just some tooth rotting fluff I guess and... kids...

“Alright kids! Single file line please!” A woman said over some rowdy children at the entrance of the compound. ‘These must be the kids Tony told us to welcome’ you thought.

Every year, Tony opens the compound to kids all over the country. Its kind of a field trip staple at this point. This year Tony chose Bucky and me to welcome and tour the the kids around. “You ready, y/n?” Bucky asks. "I guess so”, I mean they’re just children right?

“Okay kids let’s greet our tour guides a good morning!” “Good morning!” all the kids screamed. Okay, this is going to fun. “Hi kids, I’m Agent Barnes, some of you might know me as the Winter Soldier. Those names feel a little to formal for me so you guys can call me Bucky-” “Hi Bucky” The kids said in unison making you and Bucky chuckle a bit.

“-And this lovely being beside me-” Bucky added a wink making you roll your eyes “-Is Agent y/l/n, you can call her y/n but you may also know her as-” “MORNING STAR!” a boy exclaimed

“Adrien!” The woman behind them, I’m assuming is their teacher, scolded the boy, Adrien. “No, it’s alright” you state as you crouch in front of the now, sheepish boy. “Hi there, so I’m guessing you’re Adrien” The boy meekly nodded. “It seems like you were pretty excited awhile ago?” a lilt to your tone. “-And why is that?” “I-I’m your biggest fan” the boy slightly perked up. “Really?”

“Really! I-I mean from what I saw you’re super fast, like blinding fast! Like you’re teleporting! a-and whenever you run you glow! like a firefly!” the boy cheerfully exclaimed. “Wow Adrien, I’m quite flattered with what you said. Honestly I don’t think my powers are as cool as you said they were” You smiled aghast, as the other kids laughed at your dramatics. “Excuse me, Ms. y/n” a girl chimed in making you turn to her. “Yes?” “Why is your name morning star?” she questioned “It’s quite a long story actually... but have you ever heard the story of the angel, Lucifer?” Some of the kids nodded “Well the story goes that one day god banished Lucifer from heaven since he defied his plan. This made Lucifer a “Fallen Angel”. “Were you banished then?” Another kid piped in “No she wasn’t-” Bucky said, somewhat coming back to wherever he went. “-the reason we call her that is because just like Lucifer, she fell from the heavens.” “Why not just call her angel then?” Adrien questioned as he looked to Bucky for answers. “Well we do, sometimes, but we thought ‘Angel’ was too common for a code name. So we used the other name of Lucifer, ‘Morning Star’, instead as her code name.” “Oh!” the kids exclaimed “Plus, they said that Lucifer was the most beautiful angel in heaven” Bucky added. At, the kids giggled and ‘oohed’, one of them even whispering the kissing song. “They did not!” you shoved Bucky slightly on the shoulder, flustered

Bucky only grinned at you making you roll your eyes again “Whatever, Prince Charming.” You jabbed at him.

“Okay kids, we’re gonna start our tour so please pick a buddy and stay together. We are first going to the common area where we might meet our other teammates!” You exclaimed making the kids excited Meanwhile Bucky just stared at you, content with how happy you were.

Writer’s Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND THAT’S A WRAP. This one shot is a little snippet of a new series i’m making which is called ... drum roll please... ‘File: Fallen Angel’! EEEEEK i’m super excited for you guys to see it!!! :))) ALSO a small notice. Some of my stories like ‘Strangers in the Night’ will be taken down for rewriting (I can’t help myself but feel CRINGE whenever I look at it) and there will be a new look for my stories (this oneshot being an example) ALSO I’m very sorry for the weird schedule. For the first time in quite a while, my inspiration to write has come back and I really want to right full on stories and not just blurbs (also because my life has no sense of direction). A n y w a y s, Thank you for reading this story and I hope it fuels anticipation for the series >:)) h e h e Any similarities with any other stories are just coincidences! Comments and Suggestions are always appreciated! Thank you again! and see you soon!

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sugarcoated-lame · 7 months ago

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eeeeek SEB 💗💗💗 i’ve been so giddy for you to read this, my loveee! you know your reblogs are my favorite, and i always enjoy the heck out of your lil ramblings hehe 🥹💕

i know if i was dating joel miller, i’d get all hot and bothered too thinking about fucking him and just have to pounce on him — or wake him up with some head 🤭

aaaah you’re gonna make me cry, you’ve got my heart fluttering with your sweet words 😭 i love to hear that you liked all the detail and the description of joel sleeping so peacefully 🥹 i could just picture him so clearly in my head as i was writing and i’m so happy that came across and you enjoyed it!

hehehe ALWAYS happy to make you all gooey and flustered for our old man, seb, i aim to please! 🤭 and cozy and soft morning smut fics are like my absolute fave — as i’m sure you know haha — to read and write, so it makes me so happy to happy to know that you loved this one. and perfect ???? stop it rn i will cry !🥹

oh seb you never fail to have me giggling and kicking my feet when i read your reblogs, thank you so much for reading and for your absolutely lovely comments, my dear! i love you, and our old man, so very much, and i’m so so so happy that you enjoyed it!!! mwah! 🥹🥰🧡💛🧡💛🧡

Easy Like Sunday Morning | Joel Miller x Reader

pre-outbreak joel x reader

all of my works are 18+ only, minors dni!

Summary: You wake up before Joel and decide you want to take care of him.

giving 2003 pre-outbreak Joel some head on a sleepy Sunday morning

a/n: i was inspired by this post by the amazing @mrsmando 🤍 and her delicious joel thoughts that never fail to have me spiraling and swooning 🫠 if i had a nickel for every time i’ve written a joel fic about someone being woken up with some head, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice (sorry i had to lmfaoo). also this is probably the quickest thing i’ve ever written, so i’m sorry if it sucks!

wc: 2.8k

content warnings: no outbreak/pre-outbreak 2003 joel, kricket sucks at writing summaries we know this, smut, oral (m receiving), slightly rough oral, hair pulling, no physical description of reader except that her hair is long enough for joel to pull, pet names (darlin’, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl), no use of y/n, joel miller has a big dick because i said so, established relationship, somno (kinda? joel is like not really awake at the beginning of the smut), this is basically just smut :)

dividers by @saradika-graphics 🤍

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Lazy Sunday mornings have become your favorite in the weeks since you moved in with Joel.

Nowhere to be, neither one of you has to get up before the sun and go to work. No rushing around to make sure Sarah gets to school on time — just sleep. It’s the one day a week both you and Joel get a chance to sleep in, to wake naturally without the shrill ringing of alarms, and just relish being wrapped up in the comfort of each other’s presence.

Eyes still shut as you begin to stir, your mind is only just waking up and the first thing you feel is warmth.

Warmth of the bright, golden Texas sun shining through Joel’s — well, now your — bedroom window and behind your closed lids. Warmth from the plush, gray comforter draped just over your calves, where it had been kicked down in the night in an attempt to curb the relentless, sticky summer heat.

You find yourself cocooned by the furnace-like warmth that is Joel as he lies on his back beside you — a warmth that would probably be overwhelming if it wasn’t such a comfort to you.

Your cheek is pressed to his broad chest, the steady beating of his heart a calming rhythm beneath your ear. Your torso flush against his side, you have an arm wrapped snug around his middle, and a leg draped over both of his. You and Joel both lay almost bare, each clothed in nothing but your underwear after the previous night’s activities — hot skin on hot skin.

When you finally let your eyes flutter open to the bright, morning light, you look up to find Joel still fast asleep and take a moment to admire the peaceful expression on his handsome face.

Long lashes fanning over his cheeks, his brows free of the worried crease that often rests between them, plush pink lips parted as he lets out quiet little snores, his strong chest slowly rising and falling, up and down beneath your cheek with each calming breath. Tanned skin warm and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, dark chocolate locks especially curly due to the humid Texas heat, a few sweaty strands clinging to his forehead.

Seeing Joel laid out like this only reminds you of the way he looked last night — all flushed beneath you, cheeks pink, head thrown back and brown eyes clenched shut in bliss as you hovered above him. Pulling quiet, deep grunts from his parted lips as you rode him, his big hands on your hips, guiding your movements as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock.

The reminder of just how full you felt with him inside you — of how goddamn good he makes you feel — has dampness forming beneath the thin fabric of your panties, thighs attempting to clench shut in search of friction to quell the wave of slick that’s building between your legs, though they’re unable to do so with Joel’s thick thigh slotted between them.

And, though you know Joel is still resting so peacefully beside you, and that you should probably let him sleep in for once, you can’t help it when you feel the sudden and urgent need to kiss him. To feel your lips on his skin.

These lazy Sunday mornings with Joel are your favorite because you know he’s always so busy, always working hard, always so stressed. And, that despite it all, he always takes such good care of you.

So, you want to take this opportunity, when he doesn’t have to be up for work, or take Sarah to school — and you know it’s a couple hours before she’ll be waking up — and you want to do something nice for him. Take care of Joel for once. To make him feel good.

Lifting your head from Joel’s chest, you press your lips to where your cheek had just been. Beginning at his pec, and over his heart, tasting the salt of his sweat-damp skin as you work your way up the broad plane of his chest, dotting feather-light kisses up to the juncture of where his shoulder meets his neck.

You gently untangle yourself from his side, and Joel begins to stir just slightly as you softly mouth along the column of his throat and move to hover over him, your thighs straddling his hips and hands on the mattress on either side of him to hold yourself up.

He’s still mostly asleep, but you can already feel through the layers of both of your underwear that he’s beginning to harden beneath you, his body waking up faster than his brain, always so responsive to your touch.

You continue to kiss across Joel’s strong jaw, over the patchy hair that tickles your lips, dotting a trail of sweet kisses up his cheek and to the tip of his sharp nose, then back down to his mustache and over the corner of his lips.

He stirs again when your lush lips press against his own just once, not quite awake enough to kiss back just yet, but this time a soft hum of approval leaves him at the pleasant feeling.

With one more peck to his soft lips, you begin your descent back down Joel’s body, leaving behind another smattering of kisses in your wake.

From his Adam’s apple to the rounded bone of his shoulder, then back down to his chest. You know he’s a bit more awake when you feel him begin to stir again — his strong body shifting ever so slightly beneath yours, dick twitching against your core underneath the layers of cloth as you place a barely-there kiss to each of his nipples. Joel lets out a sleepy groan as your tongue darts out to lick at the sensitive skin before continuing on your way.

Shifting your body lower on the bed, your kisses become a bit more feverish, less soft as you work your way down Joel’s torso. Your hunger for him only growing as you get closer and closer to the bulge in his boxers, spurred on by the breathy little grunts and groans leaving his parted lips as his mind begins to catch up to the pleasure that his body is feeling.

Joel lets out a content sigh, head still resting on his pillow, eyes still shut and still about half asleep. Unsure if he’s dreaming when he feels you press a firm kiss to the skin just above his navel.

He’s quickly pulled out of that dream-like state, though — breath catching in his throat, jolting beneath you as your warm tongue darts out lick a broad stripe over his soft belly.

You can’t help but grin as you look up to see his face, those pretty brown eyes now open but still bleary with sleep, pillowy lips parted in a gasp, sweaty curls falling over his forehead as he shifts his focus towards you.

“Morning, baby.” You whisper into the quiet of your bedroom, your chin resting on Joel’s tummy as you gaze up at him sweetly.

Your smile only grows when he cards a hand over his tired face, groaning out a tired ‘fuck’.

Now that he’s awake — just barely — you press your lips to his belly one last time before heading lower. Fitting yourself between Joel’s thick thighs, you kiss along the fine hairs of his happy trail, then his hip bones, and you know he’s fully hard when your hands glide up his thighs to palm him over his black boxers.

Joel releases a throaty groan as you stroke him through the soft fabric, one of his large hands coming up to the side of your head. Calloused pads of his fingers running gently through your bed-mussed hair. “Please, darlin’.”

The use of the pet name combined with Joel’s sleepy, Texan morning voice actually makes you whimper, clenching your thighs as a new gush of arousal floods between them. Needy for him as your fingers move to his waistband, gingerly but quickly pulling down the black, cotton fabric and freeing his impressive length.

A quiet, raspy moan escapes Joel’s lips as you spit into your hand before wrapping it around his cock. He’s long and thick and heavy in your hand, your fingers hardly able to wrap around the girth of him, his tip an angry red and leaking pretty pearls of precum.

He lets out a quiet hiss as you begin to stroke up from the base, leaning down to kiss along his tip before kitten-licking at the slit, a pleased hum leaving you at the salty, heady taste of his arousal. Joel’s mind is still a bit hazy with sleep, but he swears he’s died and gone to heaven when you lick a hot stripe along the underside of his cock, tongue laving over the thick vein that runs along his shaft.

The hand in your hair tightens its grip when you oh-so-delicately take Joel into your mouth, emitting a pleased hum from you as you gently suckle on his tip. The vibration sends a jolt up his spine, cock twitching in your grasp as you continue to stroke up and down his length with increasing ease as your spits begins to coat his skin. Delicate fingers wrapped tight around him moving up and down to meet your lips as your tongue swirls around the bulbous head.

You take your time, enjoying Joel’s quiet, raspy moans, the whispered curses, and shallow breaths all falling from his lips as you slowly take him deeper and deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth.

When you’re about halfway down his length, you suck in your cheeks, lips tightening around him as you begin to suck with more fervor and Joel has to bite back a desperate moan as you bob up and down his length. His hips buck up of their own volition — the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him is just too good — the two of you groaning in unison as the movement sends his cock further between your lips, the tip just grazing the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.

“Fuck, m’sorry, baby.” Joel drawls, gently smoothing a hand over the crown of your head. He lifts you up his length just a little bit, just enough to gather your bearings.

You release him from your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva still connects the two of you between his swollen, red tip and your now swollen lips, and Joel thinks he’s a goner when you wrap a hand tight around his shaft, leaning back in to kitten-lick at his slit.

You smear delicate kisses all along his tip, then up and down every inch of his length, all the while gazing up at him with doe eyes before you bring him between your spit-slicked lips once again.

“So good for me. Always so good for me.”

His morning voice is deep — deeper than normal — and it has your eyes rolling back into your head as you whimper around him, tears collecting at your lash line from having just taken him so deep so abruptly. Nodding your head as much as you can with his cock still in your mouth, you let Joel know that you’re okay to keep going.

You want to please him. He deserves this. You want to make him feel good.

You know that Joel is getting close from the way he’s fighting himself to not buck his hips and fuck up into your mouth, the hand that’s not in your hair clinging to the gray sheets like a lifeline. His chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries his hardest to keep at least somewhat quiet — he knows that his daughter is sleeping right down the hall — biting back gravely grunts and groans that you so wish you could hear at full volume, his cock twitching against your tongue with every little move you make.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you decide to take him as deep as you can go. Swallowing around him as his tip reaches into the depths of your throat, those tears are now spilling freely from your eyes as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your nose.

You suction your cheeks taut and lick along the underside of his shaft, the wet sounds of your sucking growing sloppy, Joel’s pubic hairs now shiny with your spit and his fingers are now pulling hard at your hair, the slight sting in your scalp a pleasurable one and only spurring you on.

A particularly harsh suck has Joel throwing his head back onto his pillow, sweaty curls falling like a halo around his pleasure-wrought features. Whiskey colored eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, nose scrunched, and lips parted in a quiet, guttural groan that lingers in the warm, sticky summer atmosphere of your shared bedroom.

“I’m— fuck!” He damn near whimpers when your free hands reaches out to caress his heavy balls, squeezing getnly as you continue to arduously suck and stroke his length, your hand and mouth working in tandem and meeting in the middle. “I’m close, sweetheart.”

You moan hungrily around him, the vibrations nearly sending Joel over the edge, the hand on your head now pushing you down onto his cock without hesitation – he knows you can take it. Hips thrusting up and chasing the velvety, wet warmth of your throat as you gag on him once more, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth all around him, the wet, sucking sounds filling the room obscene.

Joel practically growls when he feels your nails dig into the meat of his thigh, his chin dropping to his chest and he looks down to find you gazing back at him. Your cheeks hollowed, lips stretched around his aching cock, taking all of him like the good girl he knows you are. Your pretty, tear-filled eyes gazing up at him with so much love, and that’s what is his undoing.

You feel it when Joel’s whole body tenses beneath you, fireworks shooting up his spine as he starts to cum with a heavy groan that was lodged deep in his throat. You can’t help but moan around him as he fills your mouth, painting your throat with the hot, salty ropes of his release.

He mutters a string of broken moans, a mixture of curses and grunts of your name as you work him through it. The grip Joel has on your hair starts to lighten up — though, only a bit — but it’s enough for you to pull back on his length a bit to allow your hand to join your mouth in its ministrations. Slowly, but firmly, stroking him and sucking at his cock until you’re sure you’ve swallowed down every drop he has to give you, his stomach practically caving in by the time you’re done with him.

Until he’s reduced to shallow pants and hushed whimpers, Joel’s entire body shuddering as your lips lay one last kiss to his sensitive tip, and he drops an arm over his face, shielding his eyes from the now overwhelming light as he takes a few moments to catch his breath.

You let Joel take all the time he needs to recover, carefully tucking his softening length back into his black boxers.

It’s a few minutes before Joel uncovers his eyes, slowly blinking to adjust the the increasing brightness of the hot summer sun shining into the bedroom, and he’d swear you’re an angel, still nestled between his thighs. You’re busy littering the soft, tanned skin of his thighs and his belly in sweet little kisses and love bites when that deep, sleepy morning voices speaks up again.

“Well good mornin’ to you too, pretty girl.”

Before you can respond, two strong arms are pulling you up the bed — and up Joel’s body, a firm hand on the nape of your neck pulling you in so he can smash his lips to your puffy ones in a longing, appreciative kiss.

His deft hands then slide down your hips to grab your ass, squeezing at the soft flesh with a groan against your lips, before Joel is flipping the two of you over so he’s now the one hovering over you. A little yelp escapes you, but is quickly transformed into a stifled moan as his lips begin kissing a path down your body, now fully awake and more than ready to return the favor.

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Caffeine Rush: Chapter Thirteen / Breve

W/C: 2.8k

Warnings: fluff, lack of sleep, lots of wedding talk, language, money is spent copiously

A/N: Hi loves!! I’m so sorry about the hiatus. if you follow me, you’ve seen that my life is really crazy right now and I’m doing my best to produce what I can but it’s just not possible all of the time. I hope you love this chapter!! I’m so excited for this new plot line eeeeek

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breve: cappuccino made with half-and-half; a thicker, creamier consistency than a normal latte

Your head rests in Javier’s lap as he sits upright on the edge of your bed, using the phone. His free hand alternates between toying with your hair and tapping the pen against the notebook on his other thigh.

“Great. Yeah, okay.” Javier reads off his card number through the phone, and you can hear the tinny strain of the airport worker’s voice through your landline. “It’s booked, then? Okay. Thank you.” Javier hangs up and scratches down a series of numbers the worker wrote, holding it to your face so you don’t have to lift your head. “Flight to Laredo. Booked for tomorrow night.”

Sitting up straight, you take your face in his hands and kiss him happily, laughing softly into his lips. Javi laughs back too, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. “Ah! I can’t wait,” you laugh as you break away and press your forehead to his, draping your arms across his shoulders.

Your room is in a state of partial deconstruction, things packed in half-full boxes that are scattered around on the floor and on dressers. You’ve been packing what you can, but there’s still too much, especially when you finally decided on this all, what, three days ago now?

Javier’s face has never looked happier than now, absolutely beaming as he looks at you. “Can you believe it?” He asks.

Shaking your head, you kiss him again, standing and continuing to kiss him until you’re fully upright. “Come on, we gotta get planning and packing then,” you grin and pull him along to the living room.

“It’s nearly midnight, cariño,” he shakes his head and tugs back against you, trying his best to stay glued to the couch but eventually following you begrudgingly, fixing his messy hair.

“I don’t give a single shit,” you laugh and lead him to the couch, taking his notebook in your hands and plopping down. “We can sleep after this whole thing.”

Actually, Javier thinks to himself, I won’t have any time to sleep after this whole thing. The whole thing means me going back to work. But he doesn’t say anything. You’re too excited and, to be honest, he is too.

The phone rings from the kitchen and you and Javier both stand to answer it. “That better not be the airline,” he grumbles as he removes the phone from the receiver. “Hello?”

You stand next to him, pencilling in details in the notebook. “What time is the wedding again?” You whisper-ask as you start jotting down information you’ve discussed or want to. Location: Our Lady of Guadalupe Catholic Parish, where Javier was baptized and practically raised on Sunday mornings.

Javier puts the phone to his chest and reminds you. “7 in the morning.” You write that down. Time: 7 AM, the only time the priest could squeeze in before masses and other religious services surrounding the holidays. “Oh, hi. I didn’t recognize your voice at first.”

So it’s someone he knows, you note. You don’t listen to the conversation closely, rather just noting that Javier’s tone is somewhat happy as you write down more information and a series of questions on the notebook page.

Javier talks with whoever is on the other line for about five minutes before tapping your shoulder. “Yeah, sure, I’ll put her on,” he nods. My dad, he mouths to you.

Frowning at the lack of time he gave you to prepare, you take the phone from him and put it to your ear. “Hi, Chucho?” You ask.

A warm, friendly voice rings through the receiver. “That’s me. It’s wonderful to finally hear your voice, bonita. All I know so far is Javier’s words about you.”

His words make you laugh, leaning against the kitchen counter. “The same for you. I’m excited to finally meet you. I’d love to get to know you more before the wedding.”

“We would’ve had a better chance if you two didn’t rush into things,” Chucho teases, though you can tell it’s all good-natured and happy. “I never thought the kid would marry, now he’s 40 and jumping head first into it. From what I’ve heard, though, I’m glad it’s with you.”

The man is loved around Laredo, and you can clearly tell why. His voice is soothing and he seems to be a good man. “I’m really excited,” you chuckle nervously as you steal a glance at Javier. “He’s wonderful. I’m sure that’s thanks to you.”

Chucho lets out a loud and hearty laugh. “No, no thanks to me there. Javier didn’t listen to a thing I said until about ten years ago. But I did what I could.”

You laugh at that too, especially as Javier’s brow furrows and he looks at you in a question. “I’m sure it’s more than you think,” you assure him. “Oh, while I have you on the line, could I ask something of you?”

“Anything,” the man says.

Looking at Javier as you ask him, your face grows into a smile. “Would you walk me down the aisle at the wedding? Seeing as you’re new father.”

He’s speechless for a second before his voice returns. “You think so highly of me even without knowing me?” He chuckles cautiously, his voice thick with emotion.

“Of course. I feel as if I’ve known you my whole life from Javier’s words.”

Chucho’s voice is nearly watery as he returns to speaking. “Then it would be an honor, mija.”

The term of endearment melts your heart, even making you a little teary eyed. “Ah! I can’t wait. That means the world to me, Chucho.”

“Ah,” he stops you. “It’s Papá now.”

“Well, thank you, Papá,” you smile and nod, Javier chuckling as he hears you. “We have to get to packing, but it was wonderful to talk with you. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“See you then,” Chucho nods. “Would you put Javier back on?” He asks.

“Of course,” you agree and hand it over, heading to the living room and packing the things from your coffee table.

Javier talks with Chucho a little longer, coming out with a fallen face. You frown at his expression until he speaks. “I guess I better start writing my vows,” he sighs dramatically, as if this whole thing is a hassle to him.

“You’d better,” you laugh in return, unable to stop grinning at the concept. You realize you do too, though you have a rough idea written out in your head. Filled with the burst of energy, you pop up from the couch and take his hand. “Alright, let’s get packing.”

“God, you’re all over the place with energy,” he grunts as he stands. “And what do you mean we?” Javier teases but stands as well. “This is all your shit. I came here with a duffle bag and a jacket.”

Rolling your eyes, you wrap your arms around him and kiss him excitedly. “Hey, we’re getting married, remember? The whole thing about sharing everything applies starting now.”

“Even your coffee?” He teases as he spins you into a twirl in the hallway before your bedroom.

Kissing him once more, you break away and grab the suitcase out from your closet. “Don’t push it, Peña.” You smile up at him teasingly and he laughs too, rushing over to you and tackling you into the bed, kissing you happily while you giggle relentlessly.

“You either, Peña,” he teases back, and the realization that you’re soon becoming Mrs. Peña makes your heart soar even further.

Pushing him off of you with hardly any effort, Javier doing the rest of the work, you get up and scan through your closet. “Should I get a white dress?” You ask him as you shift the hangers around.

Javier thinks on it. “Well, you don’t have to. Whatever you want is okay with me.”

Frowning at the lack of white dresses in your closet, you turn to him and sigh. “I want to but I don’t want a bridal dress, you know. Just something nice. Would that work?”

“Cariño, I’ve seen Laredo women get married in jeans. When I say it’s all your choice, I mean it.” He reminds you and stands, heading to his section of the dresser and grabbing his duffel bag as well.

You’ll have to leave some of the clothing behind, you realize as you look at the scale of what you have to pack things in versus what you own. God, you don’t want to go through this right now, but there’s no time. You have to rush, because the flight leaves in just under twenty-four hours. “Game plan,” you begin. Javier nods and waits for you to start, mentally noting what you’ll say. “We donate a bunch of these clothes in the morning at the local charity shop. I’m talking early morning. Then we go shopping, get rings, maybe get a white dress, pack the rest of everything…” you trail off as you realize the list goes on and on and you have absolutely no time to do everything.

Javier notices you trailing off and turns. “Okay. Just start throwing shit in boxes, anything you want to bring down. I’ll get that dropped off at the embassy, who’ll get it down to Colombia for us, while you drop the clothes and things you don’t want at the charity shop.”

“You’re so smart,” you chuckle and look at him lovingly before folding clothing and stuffing it into a box that also contains photos, jewelry, the like.

Javier’s packing goes much quicker than yours, unsurprisingly. He has less here, much less. You’ve got your entire home to pack up. He helps you with what he can, tossing things in a state of chaos into the boxes, duffel bags, and suitcases. Your closet takes the longest, then the dressers, and by the time the sun is nearly rising, all you have out are essentials to use today.

Your eyes are heavy and so are Javier’s. His shoulders visibly droop as he covers a box in packing tape. When he finishes, you take the box from him and stack it elsewhere, kissing his cheek. It’s 4:15 now, hardly any time before you have to be up and moving, but you pull back the covers to the bed and ask Javier the nonverbal question: sleep?

He nods in agreement and slides into the bed, you following and nestling into his side. You’ve developed a perfect position for the two of you by now, and your hand rests on Javier’s chest as he lets out a deep sigh. “You’re the best, baby,” you murmur to him.

He’s already half asleep by the time you’re both situated. “Mhm,” he murmurs, body going slack against the bed as the sleep he fought for so long wins the battle.

Meeting Javier at your coffee shop, now around 11 in the morning, you bundle your coat tighter around your torso. Your hands cling to the hot travel cup in your hands, waiting to see him.

You chose to meet at the coffee shop for two reasons: it’s central, and you wanted to say one last goodbye to your coworkers and friends before leaving. All of the people were surprisingly enthusiastic and kind about your leaving. One manager, the one who has always bothered you and had a seemingly nonsensical vendetta against you, pouted a little about your lack of a two-week notice, but even she was happy for you and gave you a warm hug goodbye.

As your final coffee from your beloved shop dwindles, Javier pulls up to the curb in your car. Well, it’s no longer yours- you finalized the sale of it to your coworker just inside. She has the pink slips and everything. Javier parks it and gets out as you lay a hand on the hood, silently thanking Whitney for all it got you through. Javier kisses your cheek when he approaches. “Ready to shop?”

“Yeah,” you grin as he wraps an arm around you, his other hand stealing your coffee and taking a swig.

The shop is central to a large part of the shopping in Georgetown, so the two of you walk along to the local jeweler. As you enter, the warmer air of the shop makes your body relax.

“What’s our budget?” You ask Javier quietly.

“No budget. Find what you love and we’ll make it work,” he murmurs back to you with a kiss to your head.

This makes you frown up at him. “Javi. Give me a guideline here. There has to be a budget.”

“Under a million,” he teases and walks away to look at the men’s rings before you can even argue.

Sighing, you politely converse with the man behind the counter over what you’re looking for, though your description is extremely vague: where are the wedding rings?

There are a lot of options. A lot. You’re drawn towards the silver section, the ones with clear diamonds embedded in them. The selection takes quite a while longer from there, but you choose one with two thin strands with a woven look; one strand is solid silver, the other is embedded with diamonds, and there’s one larger diamond in the center. It’s lovely, simple yet beautiful, and you turn to Javi to check his progress only to find he’s decided quite a while ago.

The ring Javier chose is simple too: gunmetal gray, made of tungsten. It suits him; surely it’ll blend into his pistol when he’s in the field. “Oh, that’s very Javier,” you chuckle as you look at it.

Javier admires yours. “And this one is very you.” He frowns a little as he looks at it then back at you. “Making me feel like mine is very simple.”

“Well, it is, but that’s what makes it so fitting,” you smile and kiss his cheek.

The jewelers grab one of each ring in your size and Javier pays for them. You notice that yours costs significantly more than his, making you wince slightly, but Javier squeezes your hand and grins over at you, clearly not caring about the price tag.

After the ring shopping, you scan a few clothing stores in search of a white dress. The first few have nothing you need, but finally in the fifth store, you find the one.

It’s a simple white dress, tea length with tortoiseshell buttons down the seam and short cap sleeves. “There, that’s it,” you tell Javier, who’s somewhat disinterestedly trailing behind you, on the lookout for anything white.

Javier smiles as you hold it up. Internally, he’s glad you went for the simple look. It puts much less pressure on him to wear something nice. A work suit should do nicely then. “It’s beautiful,” he tells you with an honest smile.

The dress is bought, then you realize all that you’ve done to prepare is finally going to be worth it. You have everything you need; it’s time just to grab things from your apartment and head to the airport.

So you do just that. You grab your carry-on and one luggage bag that you have checked for Laredo and any potential layovers. You pack the white dress in the suitcase and rings in the carry-on, giving one last long glance at your apartment.

This has been home. This place is now emptied of any character, of any hints of love or humanity, but you couldn’t be more excited. Javier stands at the door, a briefcase in one hand and suitcase in the other. “I’ll call the taxi,” he tells you.

The taxi ride to the airport is easy, but you jitter the whole way from sheer excitement. This is it. You’re leaving this life behind, getting really, truly, fucking married to a man you met less than a month ago but are already sure you want to spend your life with. It’s exciting and terrifying simultaneously.

At the airport, you snack nervously on some food you packed and Javier reads over a case file that’s declassified enough for public reading. The boarding call comes sooner than you expected, though it’s right on track for your expected time of departure.

Loading on the plane, Javier takes the aisle seat to stretch his long legs, allowing you the window. Buckling and still practically vibrating with excitement, you turn to him and squeeze his hand. “Last chance,” you tease him lovingly.

“Bring it on,” he chuckles and kisses your forehead.

The taxiing takes a bit of time. The plane has to be defrosted and the runway needed had a bit of a backup, but just around 8:30 PM, your plane takes off. Javier takes your hand and kisses the knuckles, a smile hiding behind your hand. “Here we go.” You rest your head on his shoulder and smile as he hums. The tune takes you a second, but you recognize it fairly quickly, as he hums Going To The Chapel.

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ikeromantic · 3 years ago

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Eeeeek massive massive congratulations! So so so happy for ya! Heheh❤❤❤🔥🔥🌈🌸🥺

Could i pretty please with candy on top request 21. First kiss with Theo! Something sugary sweet🥺🥺🔥🌸😨

Thanks so much dear! Sending allll the hugs ❤❤❤❤

Theo focused on the paintings laid delicately on the table in front of him. Each canvas was precious. An opportunity to change the world, to change a life. He squinted through the lens of the magnifying glass, trying to parse the details. Paint strokes, color blends. A feminine cough from the open doorway tore his attention from his work.

“Sorry to disturb you.”

The girl again. She held a tray of food, with a bottle of rouge.

“I guess I missed you scratching at the door, eh hondje?” He grinned at the way the nickname made her squirm. She couldn’t decide if it was an endearment or an insult, and he wasn’t going to enlighten her.

“I’m not your puppy. Anyway, I’ll just set this on the table here.” She nodded to an empty spot on a nearby table.

Theo nodded.

She set the tray down and stepped closer. “So, what are you looking at today?” Her gaze went to the paintings, eyes bright with curiosity.

This close, Theo couldn’t help but notice the way her hair fell against the side of her face. The delicate sweep of her neck. She was more beautiful than any painting. His heart sped at her nearness. He swallowed, lips twisting into a familiar, safe smirk. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“If I had to guess?” She smiled at him, reached for his hand. He felt her fingers graze the back of his knuckles where he gripped the magnifying glass. “Checking authenticity. Looking at brush strokes, style, and ummm . . .”

“Quality of materials. Sounds like someone was paying attention. I’m surprised, hondje. I should give you a treat.” His words were playful, teasing. But his hand trembled from her touch. A woman should not be able to so unsettle him.

She shrugged, her eyes meeting his and then darting away. “I listen when you talk. Your work is interesting.”

Theo lifted the magnifier. “Would you like to give me your opinion on these, then?”

“Me? I could but . . .”

“Show me what you learned.” Theo insisted.

She reached for the magnifier. Her fingertips were soft and warm as they met his.

Theo meant to hand her the glass, but he let go before she had hold of it. It fell to the thick carpet with a dull thud. He began to bend, reaching for it, just as she did.

Both stopped just a second from collision.

Her hair tickled his cheek as she looked up. “I - I’ll get it.”

This close, he could feel the blush in her cheeks. Hear the rapid beat of her heart and the shallow rhythm of her breath. He felt drawn closer, off-balance, pulled toward her like an iron filing to a magnet. Theo knew she could feel it too.

She licked her lips. Swayed forward, a hairsbreadth.

Theo could not help himself. His right hand lifted, cupping her cheek with his palm. His thumb traced the path left by her tongue. A silken sheen on her lips.

A gasp at his touch, the slightest parting of her lips. Desire heated her eyes, and for a moment, Theo understood what it was Arthur saw in women. But he couldn’t imagine seeing that flame in any one else’s gaze. Nor matching it with his own. He was drawn to that spark. His lips met hers, a slow motion collision that felt inevitable.

She reached for his shoulder, pulling closer, answering the tenderness of his kiss with a sweet urgency of her own.

Theo sat back, pulling her into his arms. Every part of him that she touched felt alive as if until this moment his senses had slept. He did not know if this was love, and if it was, how this silly, sweet, vibrant woman had taken up the empty spaces of his heart.

He broke the kiss reluctantly. “I . . . should get back to work.”

“I should too.” She stood, adjusted her skirt. Her eyes kept coming back to him, questions clear if unspoken.

Theo stood as well, picked up the magnifier. He tried to ignore the way his hands shook, the pounding of his heart.

“Can I . . . can we talk about what just happened later?”

“We will,” Theo promised. “Tonight.” He had no idea what he would say. There wasn’t enough room in his soul for love and revenge.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo #theodorus van gogh

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sebsxphia · 6 months ago

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eeeeek! once again, i woke up to this sweet little treat and this is the perfect and softest way to start my day! 🥹 i hope you enjoy my ramblings of love below! 💗

You had both decided that it would feel better once you got used to being in littlespace out in public and that the museum was the next step.

"Okay, little bug. Do you remember the rules?" He asks.

Rhett knew that this entire place would be far too busy and exciting for you to think about using the bathroom, eating or drinking, so he put snacks and a water bottle in his bag and you in a pull-up, just in case.

i could quote back your entire fic, because every. little. detail. was so beautifully thought out and added to the story in each of their perfect ways. right from the start you create this sweet and thoughtful narrative of caregiver rhett, and how in tuned he is to your needs. wanting to embrace you being little in public, having everything he needs for this scenario, still having rules that need listening to and having reasoning that he can’t do everything, because you are in public. i just— SQUEEEEEEE! i love it so much 🥹🫶🏼

"It won't hurt you, love." He assures. "It's just a light. Here, Daddy will show you," Rhett places his hand under the light, and you watch in awe as the blue veins under the skin in his hand become visible. "Cool, huh?" He smiles, "Now you try."

he’s so gentle and patient with you 🥺 he truly is the best caregiver.

"Sign says you can," Rhett nods.

You look down at the water again and then back up at him. "No, I don't want to," You say, walking right off.

The laugh that leaves Rhett is from his chest, surprised and hearty. Sometimes, he forgot how much he loved you in littlespace. You were at your happiest and your most authentic, never caring about what other people thought and never doing anything you didn't want to do.

i giggled so much at this 🤭 and i love how much rhett loves to see it too!

Once you walked through the last bit of the dinosaurs and through the big black doors that led to the newly added space exhibit, Rhett noticed how you had become slightly fidgety, unable to stand still. It could very well be your excitement but he wouldn't be a very good caregiver if he didn't check in. "Bug," He starts, speaking low and close to you so that no one else could hear. "Do you need to use the potty?"

"Are you sure?" he asks, with a raised eyebrow, still noting how you shifted your weight from foot to foot, before brushing his hand over the front of your pants lightly. It was as discreet of a check he could do here, wanting to see if you had already had an accident. Thankfully, you hadn't. "I think that maybe we should try,"

Rhett sighs and runs a hand over his face, then freezes, an idea popping into his head. "I know you don't have to go," He says, walking up to you again, "But Daddy has to go, and you wouldn't make me go all by myself, would you?"

he just knows and the subtle checking was such a sweet detail. i also love how he’s always able to come up with sneaky little ways to convince you otherwise 🤭

Rhett smiles, happy that he got you to go and slightly proud that you held it long enough to make it. "You are so big, love. Daddy's big bug, not having any accidents or making any messes." He says, grabbing you a new pull-up from his bag.

i love being daddy’s big bug! but i’m also daddy’s little bug 🥰

i loved this beyond words. this felt so soft and personal to me. i’m going to be re-reading this forever and ever and ever! thank you so much for sharing this 🥹💗🫶🏼

￫ Description: Rhett takes you, his little, to a museum

￫ c/w: This contains age regression and the use of a pullup.

￫ a/n: no use of y/n, no pronouns, again contains non-sexual age regression

"Daddy, I wanna see the stars!" You whine, pulling on his hand that you were currently holding.

Rhett only chuckles. "I know you want to see the stars, bug, but the stars are at the very end; don't you wanna see everything else? Don't you wanna see the dinosaurs?"

You had both decided that it would feel better once you got used to being in littlespace out in public and that the museum was the next step. They had just installed a space exhibit, and you were all too excited to see it.

"Dinosaurs are scary," You mumble, squeezing his hand. Once he pays for the entry fee and you get inside, he crouches down in front of you, something that always makes you feel smaller.

"Okay, little bug. Do you remember the rules?" He asks.

You nod. "No running off, no touching unless the sign says you can and tell Daddy when I have to go potty," You grin, proud that you remembered.

"That's right, you're so smart," He smiles, putting his hands on either side of your face and kissing your forehead. Rhett knew that this entire place would be far too busy and exciting for you to think about using the bathroom, eating or drinking, so he put snacks and a water bottle in his bag and you in a pull-up, just in case.

The first exhibit is the health one, which is pretty boring; if anyone asked you, there was not much to do, just lots to read, but there was one little thing where you put your hand under a green light to be able to see the veins under your skin. At first, you didn't want to do it; it was scary, and you couldn't help but yank your hand away with a whimper when Rhett tried to move it closer.

You're still a little apprehensive about it, but you always trust Rhett, so you place your hand under the green, glowing light and watch as your veins come into view before yanking your hand out again. Now that you know for sure it doesn't hurt, you do it a few more times with a soft giggle.

The next exhibit is the dinosaurs, one that you weren't excited for, but had to go through to get to the space exhibit. "Daddy, up." You say, reaching out for Rhett, knowing that you would feel much safer in his arms.

He looks around, noting how many people are there. "Daddy can't pick you up here, lovebug," He informs gently. "Maybe if there's something you can touch that you can't reach, but I can only carry you around at home." It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he didn't want anyone to ask questions while you were out in public like this. Of course, he knew that you would pout, but luckily, the space exhibit was next. "Why don't we dig for some dinosaur bones and then go look at the stars," He smiles, trying to redirect you.

It seemed to work because you rushed over to the interactive sand pit where, mainly little kids, could use a brush and a shovel to dig for plastic dinosaur bones. Finding all the bones didn't take too long, even in your headspace, and you were excited to move on.

There was a small table filled with water and plants, with sand at the bottom, and you peered into it. "Can I touch this one?" You ask, frowning up at Rhett.

"Sign says you can," Rhett nods.

You look down at the water again and then back up at him. "No, I don't want to," You say, walking right off.

"Uh-Uh," You shake your head. You had just gotten to the space exhibit; there was no way that you were gonna waste your time going to the bathroom.

"No, I don't have to go."

"I know you don't want to go, but we'll come right back, I promise."

At this point, you weren't even listening, too busy looking through a reflective telescope that lets you see a simulated version of all the constellations while you continued to squirm.

That makes you whip around to look at him. "No, I want to go with you!" You say, taking his hand again, which makes him smirk. You never wanted to be too far away from him, especially when little and at times like this, it really worked out for Rhett.

With both of you in the bathroom, you couldn't ignore your full bladder anymore, squirming relentlessly and grabbing at yourself. "Daddy, I have to go!" You whine before he's even finished getting his oversized belt buckle unclipped.

"Okay, okay, you go first," He says, helping you pull down your pants and your pull-up, which was slightly damp before you void your bladder into the toilet.

"No," You pout, frowning deeply. "Daddy's little bug," you correct stubbornly, making him chuckle, once again.

"Okay, you're right, you're Daddy's little bug," He smiles, pulling the new padded underwear up over your thighs. "Now, what'dya say we go look at some stars and planets, hm?"

#rhettmotel <33 #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x little!reader #sebs agere #fic recs

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smallblip · 4 years ago

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Eeeeek! Just read your modern day Levihan headcanons and I loved them!! 😍😍😍 Do you have any more of those involving Levi's mom??

Ah! I’m happy you liked them I love writing HCs. Sure! Here are some mother in law HCs:

1) the first time Kuchel met Hanji was nothing short of a disaster. Hanji had insisted on inviting Kuchel to their apartment and cooking a really elaborate meal. Needless to say, Hanji nearly burns down the kitchen (cooking for THREE people instead of two? A four course meal? Hell yes! No! Don’t help me Levi! Just set the table! Hanji dreams big). Kuchel enters the apartment to Hanji sitting on the floor and sobbing. “Mom... Meet Hanji Zoë...” Levi sighs, “love of my life...”

“Oh my god!” Hanji exclaims, and attempts to get her shit together as quickly as she can. “Oh my...” Kuchel looks around at the mess. But she starts laughing because this is absolutely adorable. Also she thinks it’s really sweet of Hanji to try💖 they get takeout and it’s a good time. Ofc Hanji charms Kuchel? It’s practically a given.

2) after their first meeting, kuchel would ask after Hanji all the time. She’d be on the phone with Levi and less than five minutes into the conversation she would ask him if he could put Hanji on the phone. Levi scoffs and pretends to be annoyed but he’s secretly really pleased the two most important people in this world are getting along.

3) when they visit, kuchel would make them take a week’s worth of food home with them- some bread she baked, some stew to keep in the freezer, some soups for Hanji and Levi to reheat in their office.

4) Kuchel gets really worried about Hanji sometimes (especially around grading season) because they’ll visit kuchel and Hanji will show up with her eyes blown wide open and she will be shaking. “It’s just the caffeine...” Levi would tell kuchel, “it’ll wear out in a few hours...”

“How much did you drink Hanji!” Kuchel asks.

“Two...”

“Cups?”

“Litres...” Levi replies. And he’s happy when kuchel nags at Hanji. It helps lighten his load.

5) have I mentioned Hanji charming kuchel’s socks off? Levi is a carbon copy of kuchel and it really shocked Hanji the first time she met her. Hanji tells kuchel she’s the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen, “what! You’re joking! You can’t be pushing 60! You don’t look a day over 25!”

And Levi would roll his eyes at his mother blushing and preening.

6) Kuchel really enjoys watching Levi and Hanji interact. They’re really cute together and she thinks they’re really good for each other. She’s never quite seen Levi so uninhibited around someone. Sometimes Levi forgets Kuchel’s there and he would drop kisses on Hanji’s face, or slide his hand across Hanji’s butt, and he would notice right after, and murmur an apology. Hanji has slapped Levi’s butt one too many times in front of Kuchel too for the same reason. It’s all G.

#I love:(#kuchel will definitely love Hanji #it’s a given #levihan #Levi x hange #levihan hc #kuchel Ackerman #mine #inbox #anon #modern levihan hc #modern hc

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r3volutionary-queen · 4 years ago

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oh god that last anon was very thorough in their fav scenes which matched a lot of mine, but let me reiterate:

NGL the place scene. Has to be one of my favs! I was so worried he was gonna hurt someone or her, but he just wanted to protect what was his 🥺 also Steve coming in all stern was quite a moment hahahah

NGL The card game between Darcy and Steve, oh god so many feels it hurts me. That was when they first opened up to each other and it was beautiful while it lasted. Also her making him carry the Victoria’s Secret bag 😭 too funny!!

Oh god for Ignition, how about every SINGLE “oh” uttered between those two doofuses. Those oh’s mean everything to me!

The scene between all three of them on the couch when they take care of Darcy and make her eat and comfy 😭 my heart!!! And then Bucky gets sad, so of course i cried when he didn’t know what he liked to do 😭 EVIL REV

later when they bring her breakfast to talk things out in her room and bucky stares at her lingerie 😏 what a little shit!!! Im in love your honor.

The woman scorned line DAMN REV my hairs stand on end even typing that.

Finally i think one of the most beautiful is when Bucky and Steve share a dance on the rooftop to Unchained Melody 😩😭😭😭😭 im crying just thinking about it. Their love is so timeless and you capture it so well it physically hurts my heart.

Butterfly Effect when Andy sets her on his lap and lets her take what she needs (his scent). And then when he feeds he and just dotes on everything. THE ALPHA COMMAND. Ugh butterfly effect got me fucked uppppp 😩

Anywhos you’re a menace to society and i’ll be old in a retirement home thiking about your stories 💖

Whew! Three answers for the NGL plane scene. Makes me almost want to repost that scene just for shits and giggles because goddamn it was intense. Steve was the ultimate Alpha when he came onto that plane and ngggghhhh the tension 🤤

The card scene! Go Fish! That was my first taste of NGL Steve and Darcy and it was so sweet. I’m glad you liked it as well. Lmao I forget how much humor was in NGL as well. Darcy was a little shit and I loved it.

Bahahaha the italicized oh’s. Forever my trademark! And I still secretly love them and want more 😂

Aw, I remember really enjoying the couch scene with the three of them when I was writing it. It was my first shot at fleshing out the dynamic ❤️ Bucky of course had to inspect the lingerie the following morning because of reasons.

Hmmm. This whole talk of fearing the women scorned is making me want to create a little manip or something with Wanda, Jane, and Darcy... 👀

Another one for the dance! I love it and that scene tugged on my heartstrings so much. It always makes me happy to know that it gets you all, too.

And we have our first Butterfly Effect entry! Ffs Alpha Andy is everything. That man does things to me. I can’t wait to sit down and flesh out part three some more because eeeeek.

Thank you so much for this! It made my day!

#ask game #ignition talk #no greater love #the butterfly effect #this was so fun

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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The Adorable Slimy Stranger

The sides were having a normal Halloween afternoon. But things become very strange when a slimy substance shows up in the room and confuses everyone with their nostalgic smell, their adorable nature, and their giddy playfulness. Who knew such an adorable little slime could be this cute?!

For @kanene-yaaay

This is it. This is really the end of Tickletober. I had lots of fun though! Went in with lots of new ideas, and came out with lots of new fics! And as much as I feel accomplished by this month...I also miss writing FNAF. So, I may switch back ot writing some FNAF for a bit! Maybe even some FNAF & Sanders Sides fics! Who knows?

This is Tickletober 31: Go Nuts

Every side was hanging out in the living room. Logan and Roman were reading while Remus, Virgil, Patton and Janus were watching a Halloween movie. They were nearing the end of the movie when Logan had finally started to close the book. “Man...I forgot just how morbid that climax is.” Logan admitted.

“What were you reading?” Patton asked.

“Coraline, by Neil Gaiman.” Logan replied.

“That’s a good book! But wanna know an even MORE morbid book?” Remus offered.

Logan placed the book onto the side table. “Enlighten me, Remus.” Logan replied.

“The Shining! Or, or Misery.” Remus told him.

Logan nodded. “I will admit, those are morbid choices. I’ve read The Shining, but I haven’t read Misery.” Logan replied.

Remus smiled and summoned a copy of the Stephen King novel. He lightly threw it, and let the soft-covered book land right into Logan’s lap. “Start it whenever you’re prepared…” Remus offered with a wink.

Logan smiled and held it up. “Thank you.” He said to him, before placing it on top of the Coraline novel.

As the credits started to roll, Patton began smelling something...familiar. “Guys, do you smell that?” Patton asked.

Logan sniffed the air and slightly smiled. “Yeah...Smells like you have freshly baked cookies cooking in the oven.” Logan told him.

“Yeah, I smell that too.” Roman told him.

“Me too.” Virgil added.

Patton shook his head. “No, it’s not cookies.” Patton admitted. “It smells like...McDonald’s fries!” Patton reacted.

Logan lifted an eyebrow. “That’s not what I smell…” Logan told him.

Remus smiled and giggled a little. “I smell play-doh.” Remus mentioned.

“Yeah...now that you mention it, I do too.” Janus added.

Logan tilted his head in confusion. “Play-doh, and cookies are opposite sides of the spectrum.” Logan told them. “How can one side be smelling something drastically different from another side?” Logan asked.

“I don’t know.” Janus replied.

“Spill.” Logan ordered.

“I’m...telling the truth. I seriously have no clue.” Janus admitted.

Suddenly, everyone froze as a gurgling sound filled the room for a few moments:

~Gurgle gurgle~

Logan looked around. “Is that the TV?” Logan asked, before pausing the movie credits. Logan listened for the sound as the TV was paused...

~Gurgle gurgle~

Logan blinked in surprise and looked at the others. Quickly, everyone hopped off their seats and began looking around the room for the mysterious gurgling sound. But besides the strokes of wet slimy stuff on the carpet, there was nothing.

“What do you think this is?” Patton asked.

Remus hummed to himself and rubbed his chin as he inspected the strokes of slimy stuff on the ground. It was a somewhat thick stroke, meaning a bit of the slime could be removed from the carpet with a finger. Remus wiped his finger across the stroke, and smelled it.

...Play-doh?

“Hey guys? Did any of you use play-doh in a DIY slime?” Remus asked.

“No. Why?” Roman asked.

“It smells like play-doh.” Remus told him, before moving his slimed finger to Roman’s nose.

Roman gave the finger a quick sniff and smiled widely. “Hey! The slime smells like cookies!” Roman reacted.

Logan turned around. “What?” he asked, walking up to Remus and smelling the slime. Amazingly, the slime DID smell like cookies! “...Huh!” Logan reacted. “Well, I guess we know what was fragrancing the room.” Logan declared.

Remus looked at the slime on his hand. He looked at Logan, and looked back at the slime. Logan immediately knew he was up to something. “Remus...Don’t EAT-”

Remus shoved the finger in his mouth and sucked on it with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“...The slime.” Logan finally finished his sentence.

Remus sucked and sucked on his finger like a pacifier, and started to widen his eyes and smile happily. Whatever was on his finger, must’ve tasted amazing! “Mmmm!” Remus hummed, impressed by the taste. “Orange-flavored jello!” Remus declared.

Logan blinked in surprise. “...Orange...jello?” Logan clarified.

“Yeah! It tasted like a slimy orange-flavored jehehello-” Remus told him, accidentally letting a bubbly giggle slip.

Roman widened his eyes. “Was...was that a giggle?” Roman asked.

Remus nodded his head. “Yeheheheah. Ihihihi cahahahan’t stohohop!” Remus reacted as he clutched his stomach and started to giggle more! “Hehehehehe! Whahahat’s tihihicklihihing mehehehe?” Remus asked.

“...I…” Logan muttered. “It couldn’t have been the slime you ate...could it?” Logan asked.

Remus couldn’t reply worth his life, and only continued to giggle and crumble to the ground.

Suddenly, Patton jumped up and pointed to the middle of the room. “LOOK!” Patton shouted.

Logan and the other sides turned around to see the thing that Patton had pointed out…

~Curious gurgle noises~

Logan’s eyes widened as he awkwardly adjusted his glasses. It was an orange slime of some sort!

Patton gasped. “It’s SO CUTE!” Patton shouted, sprinting up to it. Patton knelt down to the slime’s height and patted its orange slime head. Immediately, the slime jumped into Patton’s lap and made more gurgle noises!

~Happy gurgles!~

Patton squealed and pet the slime. “LOOK AT YOU! I’m gonna call you...Pumpkin! You are now Pumpkin.” Patton declared. The slime’s mouth opened widely to reveal a big smile, before it nuzzled into Patton’s chest. “Awwww!!” Patton reacted. He even smelled amazing! “He smells like McDonald’s fries!” Patton declared.

Logan smiled. “I guess this must be the source of the mixed up fragrances.” Logan reacted. “But where did it come from?” Logan asked. “And...Why do I feel so joyful by its arrival?” Logan asked, feeling a wave of happiness within himself.

“Cause it’s adorable! That’s why!” Patton told him. “Hi Pumpkin! I’m Patton!” Patton greeted.

“Can I see it?” Virgil asked.

Patton nodded and happily let the slime slide off his lap. “Go get Virgil!” Patton encouraged.

Virgil watched as the slime grew bigger and bigger in size so it was half of Virgil’s size, instead of less than a foot long. Then, the slime summoned big noodle arms and wrapped Virgil in the arms, pulling him into the slime’s body! “oOHGOD- ...Ooookay.” Virgil muttered, not sure what to do with this.

By this time, Remus’s laughing fit seemed to calm down. Remus laid on the ground quite limp, but still slightly giggly from the weird tickling sensation. “You okay, Remus?” Janus asked.

Remus nodded. “Ihihit felt like a bouncy slime ball jumping around in my stomach and tickling me!” Remus told him.

“Really?” Janus reacted, amused by the fascinating reaction.

Meanwhile, Virgil was very confused, but super happy. The man couldn’t stop smiling for the life of him. The slime was actually making him feel unbelievably happy! But, this was more than just the usual reaction to something cute. This was STRONG! This was like adopting a toddler and wanting to coo and give them affection for a long time. Heck, Virgil could say more than THAT!

“Wow! This is awesome!” Virgil told them. To add to the intense feeling of love, the slime started wiggling its noodle arms under his sweater and started fluttering them on his belly! “What are- eeEEEK! HEhehehehey! Thahahat tihihicklehes!” Virgil giggled.

~Mischievous gurgles~

“Oooooh...Haha! That’s not good.” Patton reacted with a giggle.

“Wahahait, WAHAHAIT!” Virgil reacted before being bombarded with laughter and squeals! The slime was tickling and squishing his belly and sides, leaving no spot unsquished. The slime was gurgling while it tickled him, and sneaking more and more noodly arms under his sweater to attack other spots. There was just no end to its tickling abilities! “HEHEHEHELP MEEEHEHEHEHE!” Virgil begged.

“I’ll help you, Virgil!” Patton declared, jumping up to the slime to pick it up. But the slime slid right out of his grip and summoned more noodle arms to combat the light blue man as well. “...Oops…” Patton thought aloud. “Wait! STAHAHAP! NOHOHOT THE HIHIHIPS!” Patton shouted, scooting backwards and crumbling into a mess of laughter and giggles. Now 2 people were being tickled at the same time!

“Wait! I wanna join!” Remus yelled happily. Remus ran up to the slime and lifted up his shirt to reveal his belly, sides and ribs. The slime turned around, took one look at Remus and smiled super widely! The slime retreated it’s orange noodle arms and practically tackled itself into Remus! Remus opened his eyes, and looked up to see tons of slimy orange in his peripheral vision. “Hi there!” Remus greeted.

~Happy gurgles~

Remus giggled and smiled as he felt the slime nuzzle its upper head against his cheek and side of his neck. “Ahahahahawwww!” Remus reacted. “You really ARE cute!” Remus told it. The slime made excited little gurgles and started tickling Remus’s belly and belly button with its slimy body. “HehehehAHAHAAA!” Remus bursted out, bucking his waist. The slime quickly started tickling Remus’s other spots as well, and started fluttering and jiggling it’s noodly slime arms up the sides of his ribs. Remus wiggled and rocked left and right as his bubbly, and slightly manic laughter filled the room.

Logan smiled and couldn’t resist the urge to record the moment. He pulled out a video camera and willingly clicked play.

Everyone else watched and cooed at the cute scene.

“This is so cute! The slime can even make Remus all giggly!” Patton reacted.

“Gotta admit, this is a rare thing to watch.” Virgil added.

“This is not entertaining, whatsoever.” Janus added, summoning a bowl of popcorn to show his true amusement.

“Should we save him?” Roman asked.

“I’m not gonna.” Logan replied.

“Me neither. I’ve been tickled enough already.” Virgil replied.

“I really want to, but I think Remus deserves to laugh a while.” Patton mentioned.

Janus nodded in agreement as he ate his popcorn.

“COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!! IHIHIHI’M TOHOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHISH!” Remus’s begged.

~Happy cheerful gurgles~

Even Logan giggled a little. “I think it likes you.” Logan told him.

“Awww...I wanted it to like me…” Patton whined.

Logan fluffed his hair. “I’m sure it likes you too.” Logan told him.

Soon enough, the slime let out one last gurgle and slid off of Remus. Remus curled into a ball almost immediately and continued to giggle.

Soon, the slime looked around and ran up to Janus next! And while Janus was being inspected and cuddled by the slimy being, Logan started trying to look up what the thing might’ve been, through google.

“Well…The only thing that’s popping up, is the SCP Foundation-”

“SCP FOUNDATION?!” Remus shouted, practically tackling Logan down for his phone. “GIMME!” Remus begged.

“Remus! Get off me!” Logan ordered.

“But I want the phooooone!” Remus whined.

“Well, I’m using it!” Logan told him.

Remus stared him down for a moment before looking at the blob. “Hey tickle blob! Get Logan!” Remus encouraged.

“Wait, WHAT?!” Logan shouted, scooting back a bit. The slime got off of Janus, looked at Logan and smiled widely! “Wait! Get him! Not me!” Logan ordered, pointing to Remus.

“What?! I was already got! Get Logan! He’s veeeerrry ticklish!” Remus told the slime before tickling his ribs.

“nNOOHOHOHO!” Logan shouted, slapping his hand away with his phone. But Logan was quickly grabbed and cuddled by the big orange blob. “aaAAH! Eugh...Slihime-hehehehehe! HahahahAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHO TIHIHICKLIHIHING! HAHAHAHAHA!” Logan shouted, dropping his phone before immediately kicking his legs and shaking his head.

It felt like his head was filled with pure happiness, similarly to an adrenaline rush! But HOW?!

Remus took the phone and started reading the information that was on the page. “WHOA! Not only is the SCP Foundation actually real, but this IS an SCP! SCP-999! Also known as: The-” Remus paused for a moment to giggle at the nickname. “The tickle monster! I should’ve known! There’s tickling all over this blob!” Remus reacted.

“So...it’s literally a tickle monster?” Patton asked, feeling kinda excited about it.

“And...why is it out of the foundation?” Virgil asked.

Remus began reading about the blob. “SCP-999 appears to be a large, amorphous, gelatinous mass of translucent orange slime, weighing about 54 kg (120 lbs) with a consistency similar to that of peanut butter. His temperament is best described as playful and dog-like: when approached, SCP-999 will often react with overwhelming elation, slithering over to the nearest person and leaping upon them, “hugging” them with a pair of pseudopods…” Remus paused.

“Pseudopods...meaning the orange slime arms that the slime has been making?” Virgil asked.

“His name is Pumpkin!” Patton told him.

“Actually, Patton...his name is 999.” Remus told him. Patton frowned, before crossing his arms and pouting. “The surface of SCP-999 emits a pleasing odor that differs with whomever it is interacting with. Recorded scents include chocolate, fresh laundry, bacon, roses, and Play-Doh™.” Remus further read.

“Hey! I smelled play-doh!” Janus added.

“Yeah, I did too.” Remus told him. “Simply touching SCP-999’s surface causes an immediate mild euphoria, which intensifies the longer one is exposed to SCP-999, and lasts long after separation from the creature.” Remus read further.

“So...The reason we feel so happy about the slime being here...is because the slime is making us happy.” Virgil reacted. “That would explain how abnormally comfortable I felt while surrounded by the slime. My brain was overwhelmed with happy hormones for it to become even slightly nervous about such a mysterious creature.” Virgil explained.

“GUHUHUHUYS! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE!” Logan shouted. But 999 immediately noticed the change of emotion, and slithered off of him.

~Worried coos~

999 started cuddling into Logan in an attempt to make him feel better after its tickle attack. Logan couldn’t help the calming feeling that filled him, and quickly forgave the creature.

“I think we should keep it!” Patton declared.

Everyone else looked amongst each other, in worry and slight guilt. “Uuuh...Patton…” Virgil started.

“If the SCP was truly roaming around and ended up in our house by mistake...then we should return the SCP to its rightful owner.” Remus told him.

Patton whimpered and looked down in hurt. Logan, knowing 999 would make him feel better, encouraged 999 to give him some love. 999 nodded its head before slithering up to Patton and giving him cuddles and hugs. Patton took the cuddles with a smile, and started to feel better despite the understanding that they couldn’t keep him.

“But...now that I look at this...There are no news reports of 999 escaping, or even a number to call if an SCP does go missing.” Remus told them.

“They wouldn’t put up information that 999 escaped, though...they would keep that secret and call government after government to locate the creature.” Virgil added.

“But...they wouldn’t even put a ‘SCP-999 is [Redacted] in the document?” Roman asked.

“I...I doubt it.” Remus replied. Suddenly, Remus put the phone down and started inspecting the SCP. He checked under the slime and on its back for any potential evidence of a collar. But...there was nothing. Well...Apart from the slight signs of red flowing through the slime.

Wait...Red?

Remus turned around to face Roman. “What were you reading before we found SCP-999?” Remus asked. Roman summoned his collection of books. “I was reading the Mr. Men books.” Roman admitted. Remus started looking through them and came across the first book ever written by Mr. Men: Mr. Tickle. Remus giggled as he looked at the book. “SCP-999 is a lot like Mr. Tickle. I will give you that.” Remus admitted.

“So...What are you saying?” Virgil asked.

“I’m saying, Roman went down SCP memory lane and accidentally created SCP-999.” Remus told him.

Roman widened his eyes and looked at the SCP. 999 looked back at him and had its orange tongue stuck out like a puppy. Roman started to smile a little bit as he scratched the back of his head. “I suppose I may have used my creative skills to unintentionally create SCP-999.” Roman admitted.

“Wait...So, 999 ISN’T missing?” Virgil asked.

“That’s right. I technically made my own SCP-999.” Roman told him.

“So we can keep him?!” Patton asked excitedly.

Roman giggled and nodded. “Yes, you can keep him.” Roman replied.

“YAAAAAYYY!” Patton cheered. SCP-999 started jumping up and down and bouncing happily along the floor, while Patton jumped around as well and clapped his hands.

While Patton and 999 were celebrating, Logan walked up to Roman. “Not bad, Roman.” Logan complimented.

“Why thank yo-...wait, what?” Roman reacted in surprise.

“You made the SCP very accurately. Good job.” Logan repeated.

“Oh...Why, thank you!” Roman replied proudly.

It didn’t take long for the SCP to become one with the family. Patton got the chance to nickname them pumpkin like he wanted, and Roman got to walk around with a cute creation living in the house! Talk about a treat-filled Halloween!

#ticklefic #tooth-rotting fluff #scp foundation & sanders sides #scp-999 #family fluff #ler!999 #switch!remus #lee!patton #lee!virgil #lee!janus #lee!logan #roman is just kinda there

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I’m glad to be back!

And also that sounds so cute, I’m on it!

Alpha! Aizawa Shota x Omega! Pregnant! Gender-neutral! Reader

Shota’s hands were tightly clenched around the handle of the shopping trolley, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The rattly cart screeched every few seconds as it rolled clumsily along the tiled floor, and it took all of Shota’s patience to not kick the wheels off from underneath it.

“Sho, sweetheart, you look so nervous!” Your sweet and ever so caring voice snapped him out of his anxious mood as he blinked at your much shorter form. He relaxed his grip, bring one hand behind him to scratch the back of his neck.

“Sorry.” He apologised quietly, cheeks a little pink as your cute voice giggled at him.

He couldn’t help but admire his omega, his spouse, as you stood in front of him, radiating pure joy. You were wearing a sunny yellow outfit that wonderfully showed off your curves, not to mention your beautiful-

“Come on, Sho, the baby’s waiting.” You teased, hand resting on the quite noticeable bump on your belly. “You don’t want to keep them waiting, do you?”

“Of course not.” Shota let a smile tickle the edge of his lips as he took in a deep breath of your sweet and bubbly scent. You clapped your hands together in happiness, bouncing on forward as Shota lazily pushed the cart to follow you.

The huge board hanging from the ceiling announced that the couple were venturing into the baby section, and Shota couldn’t be more excited. His previous anxieties were still there, yet he pushed them away for the sake of watching your cute pregnant self waddle happily in front of him.

“Slow down,” He called. “You’re going to tire out the baby.”

“Nooo!” You stuck your tongue out at him, making him grin. “Come onnnn, Sho! I wanna look at some cute baby stuff! We need to decorate their nursery and spoil this little sucker!”

“And I’m sure that the baby would love it,” Shota reassured as he caught up to you. You shot him a timid smile, your previous happiness brightening up your features once more. Shota breathed in the smell of your hair as you wriggled your nose in the crook of his neck to take in a deep breath of his scent, and he could feel his inner alpha crooning at being able to take care of their omega.

After a few seconds of simply basking in each other’s presence and scent, you pulled away, not before pressing a smooch to Shota’s prickly beard. He couldn’t help the tiny growl of happiness leave him, his metaphorical tail wagging as he watched you take the lead again and disappear into an aisle.

Fuck, he was so lucky.

“Eeeeek! Shota!” Your shriek made him quicken his pace, but he wasn’t too worried, since it sounded as if you were having the time of your life. Nearby shoppers seemed to be startled at the sound, eyeing him distrustingly as went to check on his wife.

Your eyes were filled with joyful tears as you held up a cute brown teddy outfit that was fit for a newborn baby. Shota snorted as you sniffed, hugging it to your chest as you wailed.

“Babeeee look at this! It’s so cute! Our baby is going to be the cutest and most adorable little thing to exist on this planet!” Pulling the cart to a stop, Shota pet your back in sympathy, then took the tiny outfit from your trembling hands.

“It’s very cute.” He agreed, and then his eyes caught onto what was probably the best thing he’d ever seen (apart from you, of course).

The bear outfit was hooked back onto the rack as he grabbed an adorable calico patterned cat outfit, with a matching cat ear hoodie and a tiny stitched tail to match.

It was your turn to pat your husband’s back as he squatted on the floor, a hand covering his mouth as he gaped at the outfit.

“So... cute...” He almost whimpered. You helped him back to his feet, shooting a sheepish look to a couple who were giggling at Shota. You giggled at his awed face as he turned to you. “Are babies really this... small?”

“Yeah! They’re tiny when they’re born!” You said cheerfully. Shota’s expression was a mix of fear and joy.

“What if I hurt- ouch.” Shota winced as the back of his head got a smack. It was not hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to shock him.

“Don’t be silly!” You scolded, taking the cat onesie from his hands and throwing it in the cart. You grabbed the bear outfit too. “You’re going to be wonderful! You won’t hurt the baby, I promise you!”

Shota didn’t answer, but he seemed happy at your words. The two of you grabbed a few more clothes (not too many, since you didn’t know how big the baby was going to be. It would be better to shop for clothes after you actually gave birth) and then moved to the next aisle.

“My god,” Shota spoke in disbelief as he was faced with rows of cribs, swings, playpens, prams and other baby things. Even you looked a little stunned, feeling a little small among the stacked rows of things. “Where do we start?”

“Good question.” You laughed a little. “How about the cribs?”

Shota followed you, casting occasional looks at you and your prominent belly as you rambled about safety testing and if “this type of paint on the crib was safe for baby lungs”. He couldn’t help the proud smile tickle his face, head sinking into his shirt’s collar so he could hide it.

“[Name]?” He called, interrupting your very important speech.

“Huh?” You asked, letting out a little squeak as Shota ducked to press a kiss to your neck, his comforting scent enveloping you.

“I love you.” He said simply, stepping back and enjoying the way your face grew red. “Anyway, this crib looks pretty nice.”

“I... I...” You stuttered, using a hand to fan your face. “Sure! Yeah! That one!”

“Do you think the paint matches your safety test?” Shota asked, a pleasant smile growing on his face as your face switched back into a determined one as you started rambling again.

This time, he didn’t bother to hide his smile.

#fluff #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero #abo #alpha aizawa shota #omega s/o #pregnant s/o #cute shit #gender-neutral s/o #request

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