#i just want to blow raspberries on her cheeks she's so cute

[lemonlover1110]

Sylus

Summary: Sylus struggles to put your baby girl to sleep.

Warnings: Pure Fluff

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You’ve never thought you’d find Sylus in this situation. You’ve pictured your husband doing a lot of things– But this? Never in a million years. 

You want to step into the room, but you can’t allow yourself to interrupt. The scene fills your stomach with butterflies, and reminds you why you fell for him all over again. The man really has a softer side that many don’t get to witness. You see it often; but no one will see it as much as her.

“Twinkle, twinkle– I guess you don’t like it.” Sylus’ singing is cut off by his baby’s cries. He’s rocking her back and forth, hoping to get his baby girl to fall asleep. He promised you that he’d take over so you could take the night off, but tonight his babygirl is as energetic as ever.

Though the singing stops, the crying doesn’t. He shushes her before telling her, “I promise I won’t sing again.”

The shrill cries stop, but his baby’s eyes are still wide open. She’s a difficult one to fall asleep, and he knows exactly who she got that from. Offering money won’t work with her yet, so he’s forced to play a waiting game. 

“I’m trying to spend time with your mom, love. C’mon, help me out.” She laughs at the tired look on her father’s face, and Sylus can’t help but smile. She’s laughing at his misery, but at least it’s a cute laugh.

“I’ll get payback one day.” Sylus says as he lifts her in the air before blowing a raspberry on her tummy. Another laugh comes from the little one. He kisses her chubby cheeks, pure joy overtaking him. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute, I’d be mad otherwise.” He tells her, earning a coo from the energetic girl. He chuckles.

“I can handle her.” You finally step into the room, cutting off the sweet moment between Sylus and your baby girl. You don’t want him to get frustrated with her, even when he looks overjoyed to just hold her.

“It’s fine.” Sylus assures you. He’s smiling down at her. “I can handle my little sweetheart.”

[ipodfresa]

Bad Example

summary: abby sets a bad example for your little one

cw: mom!abby x mom!r, fast forward a couple months to fit what i wanted to write lol, mentions of sex, no smut, abby is being lazy and reader is bitchy hehe, abby slaps your butt. you two still love each other ok?!?!?!!?!?

"Whoa there, partner!" you say, quickly scooping up your little rascal of a daughter as she reaches for the bowl of chocolate chip pancake batter. She may be over 18 months old, but that hasn’t stopped her from climbing to grab whatever you set on the counter. You set her back on the floor, revoking her breakfast-helper privileges, and she glares up at you, babbling out in protest.

"Hey, don’t talk back to your mother missy!" Abby’s voice booms as she enters the kitchen, startling both of you. You spin around, eyes meeting your beautiful wife. Her blonde hair, tousled from sleep and the quickie you snuck in before you were off to your wifey duties, falls perfectly over her shoulders, and her oversized crewneck just barely hides the shorts she wore to bed. Your stomach flutters, the desire to drag her back into your shared bedroom, but you’re interrupted by your little one grabbing at your pant leg, steadying herself between your knees. “You say that, but where do you think she learns it from?” you mutter as you turn back to mixing the batter. You think Abby didn’t hear, but she just scoffs, sorting through the mail you picked up earlier.

Usually, Abby’s a big help, but lately, she’s been testing your patience. Like earlier this week: she left her shoes right outside the shoe rack again. You tripped over them coming in with your daughter, nearly dropping her. When you yelled about it, all she did was laugh, reaching over to kiss your forehead “You're so cute when you're mad,” you immediately wiped the kiss off. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, pressing a quick apology against your cheek before wrapping you and the baby girl in her arms. The little one giggled, but you just rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to smack Abby.

Or like yesterday: Abby offered to put the baby down, but by 8:30 p.m., peeking into the nursery, there they were, Abby, blowing raspberries on your little one’s belly, sending her into a fit of giggles. Adorable, yeah, but it was well past bedtime. "I don’t know if I want to yell or kick you," you said, Abby froze like a kid caught in the cookie jar. Without another word, you scooped up your baby girl, wrapped her in her blanket, and headed out of the room. It wasn't a big deal, really, but it was the cherry on top of a frustrating day. Abby apologized later that night, swooning you with kisses and tangling you both in the sheets.

Even though you woke up to a nice surprise this morning. Abby's hand traveling down your pajama pants, her whispering in your ear, “Let me get a taste, yeah?” in that husky morning voice that makes you weak, you're still pissed at her

“Ugh, they need to stop sending me this garbage,” Abby grumbles, tearing up a campaign flier and tossing it in the trash. The kitchen grows quiet as your little one now stands at your side, reaching her tiny hands up at you, whining to be held. Just as you turn around, you feel a sudden sting on your left butt cheek, a familiar smack. Abby’s got a habit of this, so you try to ignore it, denying her the reaction she’s after. But then you feel three little slaps on your thigh, just under your rear. You look down to see your little one mimicking Abby’s antics, her sweet face looking up at you.

You let out a laugh of shock, looking up at Abby, whose mouth hangs open in a proud, slightly shocked grin. “What did I tell you, Abby?” you say, raising your voice as Abby breaks down laughing. Your little girl crawls over the blonde, picks her up, and joins in her laughter.

“You think it’s funny, but now she’s going to start slapping stranger’s asses,” you say, trying to keep a straight face but failing, biting back your smile. Abby stifles her laughter as she looks at your mischievous little one, who babbles a few “mamas” in between giggles.

“No, lovey, we don’t hit Mama,” Abby says, wagging her finger playfully. Your daughter's face crumbles, her bottom lip jutted out in a pout as tears well up and spill down her chubby cheeks. Abby cradles her, muffled sobs in the crewneck of your wife as Abby silently laughs. 

“Babe! Go put her down for her nap. And be a good mommy and apologize to her!” you say, rubbing the little one's back gently. Abby shakes her head, laughing to herself as she kisses your daughter's head, soothing her as they head off to the nursery. As Abby turns to walk away, you sneak a little squeeze on her butt, her glaring back at you playfully.

You turn back to the batter, giggling to yourself as you add a bit of water to smooth the mix, listening to Abby and your baby girl’s babbling conversation down the hall. Suddenly, there's a loud thump, followed by a frustrated “SHIT!”

“What happened?!” you call out, dropping the spoon and standing still, waiting for Abby’s response.

“My damn shoes!” she yells back, voice muffled as you hear her step into the nursery and closes the door behind her.

You smirk, shaking your head. That's what her ass gets.

a/n: all my ideas come when it's 4am and i cant go back to sleep but i dont want to look at my phone bc then i wont go back to sleep so i will just make these fake scenarios to help me sleep. LOL. should i make this a series? lmk <3

[izvmimi]

cw: canon deviation. time-skip (post demon slaying). babies. fem!reader.

“And what are you looking at?”

Genya is known for how intimidating he can be, but the round-cheeked, giggling child held at eye level between his hands right now will never see anything other than a loving father no matter how intensely he pretends to glare at him. The giggly ball of dough, practically hairless still despite nearly three months and a half in the world, kicks its feet and Genya smiles, helplessly charmed, before blowing a raspberry into his cheek and lowering him into his lap.

“Those Shinaguzawa family genes are no joke,” your friend jokes. She’s been watching the baby carefully for the past few minutes since she and Tanjiro entered the home, bearing gifts of cloth diapers and handmade quilt blankets, among other soft things. Genya is quickly defensive, reminding her for the nth time that your son has your nose, but you laugh to dispel the tension. After all, she’s right. The baby’s eyes are practically the same as his father's and his uncle's, although when he smiles ear to ear, his eyes close like yours do. 

“He looks just like his daddy,” you agree. You’re still setting your dining table for six and your friends have gotten up to help you pour tea for six, and collect plates of dorayaki, senbei and edamame to set at the table.

Sanemi chuckles, adjusting his sitting position on the tatami.

“I mean, I think we deserve that much,” he says, gruffly, as he supports himself. You know what he means, and nod solemnly without additional comment while his wife squeezes his shoulder before disappearing to follow you. Your friends have congratulated you after the birth of your first child multiple times, having taken turns assisting you right after delivery, but you haven’t seen them in a month or so, and adjusting to your new life has been rewarding but difficult. One of them fills your pantry with dried goods while the other scans the premises for anywhere that she can clean or reinforce. You thank them, a smile on your face.

“We’re doing great. Genya takes good care of me, don’t worry,” you remind them, and they have no problems believing it. 

Your baby thankfully isn’t fussy, and Genya is a surprisingly adept father, quick to learn the basics of bottle feeding and diapering, and making sure your house is clean and comfortable to live in. Living in relative poverty as a child made him work hard and be frugal, experiencing tragedy made him thoughtful and protective, and he does his absolute best to take care of you. 

He’d always promised to take care of you as long as you both lived.

When you return to the entertainment room, your friends and you settling next to the men you’ve chosen, you lay your head on Genya’s shoulder, thankful that he’s the one that you chose, and he chose you just the same.

…

Sanemi and his wife stay the night, and once everyone has turned in from the night and your son is sleeping peacefully in his bassinet, you lay in bed, wrapped warm in Genya’s arms. 

“We need a nephew or niece of our own, don’t you think?” you muse. “Gotta get them in the sack faster before they can’t catch up to us.”

Genya snorts, pressing his chin on the soft of your shoulder as he holds you closer. 

“That’s their business,” he murmurs, gruffly. “By the way, tell your friend to stop calling our kid ‘tofu’.”

You giggle. “Has it been bothering you?”

“Yes or I wouldn’t be bringing it up right now.”

“I think it’s cute,” you tease, turning in his hold. He’s surprised by the sudden movement, you can tell, by the red in your cheeks. “What?”

Genya blinks, then kisses your forehead. “Nothing.”

“Is something on my face?” you ask. 

“No. You’re beautiful.” You beam at this, then pull the covers tighter around your body.

“You’re a good dad, Genya,” you remind him.  You’re not sure that he needs to hear it, but you want to reassure him. He’s heard tip after tip from his older brother today and you overheard Sanemi telling him his mother would be proud of him. You hope it sinks in because she would, and you wonder if he’s still mulling over the thought.

The sweet child nicknamed ‘tofu’ to his father’s chagrin sleeps through the night with parents that love him more than anything on earth, because they love each other more than life itself.

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings- MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - Soft Toji!! This chapter-fluffy cuteness, spitting, rough sex, oral (both reveiving) Toji is freaky till the end lol, mommy/daddy kink

ꕥ Word Count- this chap- 4k

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

Chapter 13 - Masterlist - Playlist

Final Chapter- Chapter 14

Three Years Later

“I punch daddy!” Your three year old little girl Mio is currently punching Toji Fushiguro, he’s on the floor on his back, pretending her punches are as powerful as any anime character surely. You’re giggling as you hold your other little girl, Mai, who was almost two now. Toji really knocked you up back to back.

“Dada, Dada, save Dada!” She whines now, and you giggle and let her down, as she fights to save her dad from Mio’s evil clutches.

“Yes Mai, save Dada please!” He pleads, as Mio is kicking him with her little feet playfully, giggling, and Mai is pulling on his hands. “Your sister, she’s so evil! Just like her Mama!”

“Hey now!” You flip him off, sticking your tongue out, and he chuckles at you, as Mai ‘helps’ him up. “No, Mai, punch daddy too.”

“No, love Dada!” Mai jumps up and down and Toji scoops her up, blowing raspberries on her tummy, you melt as you always do watching him with them. Mio is jumping up as well, so Toji snatches them each up in his arms, walking to you then, big grin on his handsome face.

“Love mama too though, hmm?” He says to Mai, and she reaches for you with her little hand, you give both girls kisses, then kiss Toji softly, giggling at them.

“Love mama!” They both shout.

“Are you all excited for Gumi coming over?” You ask them, and they squeal, especially Mio, she just adores Megumi.

“I’m excited for it.” Toji says as he puts them down and they are running around, pulling you against him, his tone dropping. You are blushing now, as he sinks his hands into your hips, much wider after your kids then before, but Toji loves them. Toji loves everything about you.

“I’m excited too.” You admit with a whisper, since Megumi and his girlfriend were coming to pick the girls up for the weekend. “It’s been so long since we’ve had any alone time.”

“I know doll, shit don’t I know. Wish I could knock you up again.” He whispers in your ear and you gasp.

“Thank god you can’t, two is plenty!”

“Mmm, wanted a boy.”

“You have one, and you named him a girl name.”

“Hey now!” You’re both laughing softly, as he pecks little kisses on your cheeks. “I’ll go get them ready for the weekend! I’m gonna miss them.”

“I know, me too, but I also really wanna be alone.”

“Old perv.” You stick your tongue out, and he smirks, his dark green eyes glinting and crinkling at the corners.

“You’re not so young now, old lady. My old lady.”

“The fuck I am!” You shove at him and he smacks and grabs your ass as you run by, and Toji’s phone rings.

“What’s up Dad.” You hear Shiu screaming over the phone, and you snort in laughter then. “Fine, fine. They’re great, Megs is snatching em up for the weekend. You still coming for Thanksgiving?”

Shiu and Toji were friends, after a few years of constant side remarks, though Shiu still has some in his arsenal you think. “Tell Dad I love him!” You shout, as you pick up Mai, holding your hand for Mio. “Let’s go get ready, lovely girls!”

“My baby girl says she loves you, Shiu- she is my baby girl- it’s not perverted, heh well maybe it is- now you don’t have to say that!” Toji is shouting out, and you roll your eyes, some things don’t really change.

“Gumi, Gumi!” Mio keeps shouting, and Megumi and his pretty girlfriend walk in, hugging you tightly, as they then hug the girls.

“Brudder, brudder!” Mai says, and he’s chuckling, his usually serious side melts away around them.

“Gumi missed you babies. Ugh c’mere.” He hugs them tightly, and then they go and hug his girlfriend, who you notice has a ring, gasping.

“Fiance!?” You ask, and she blushes, nodding.

“He asked me just the other day, we haven’t shared with many people just yet.” She says softly, holding her hand out for you to look at the ring, as Toji walks out and looks now.

“Holy shit, Megs you gettin’ married kid?” Megumi’s cheeks flush a bit, and he pops a kiss on her cheek.

“I am, not just yet of course, we’re thinking about next year.”

“Holy fuck I’m so happy for you!” You squeal out, you love his girlfriend, Megumi has gotten so soft for her it’s fucking adorable, though he’s still very much Megumi.

“Thank you.” He pops a kiss on your head, smiling.

“Damn, you’re gonna be a grandma soon.” Toji says to you, and you gasp, smacking at his big strong chest. “Step Grandma?”

“Fuck you, Toji! Ugh!”

“The children, language, brat.” He huffs, as you scowl up at him, and Megumi snorts and rolls his eyes.

“You two clearly need this break. Oh, and she’s not my step mom, I don’t care if you’re married. Still not.”

“Exactly!”

“But as for kids, maybe.” His fiance says, and you squeal at that.

“Maybe.” He agrees quietly.

“Holy shit I’m gonna be a grandpa soon.” Toji comes and smacks Megumi in the back, you suppose that’s their affection, ruffling Megumi’s perfect spikes, making him smack his dad’s hand in disgust. You giggle at them.

“Yeah, yeah. Not just yet. So, are you girls ready to have some fun?” He asks then, as you’re carrying their bags to the car. “That’s way too much shit for a weekend, jesus.”

“She overdoes everything.” Toji mutters behind you, earning your tongue sticking out and his smirk.

“If you all need anything you can bring them back, you all can call me any time. Really if it’s too much I-”

Megumi puts his hands on your shoulders then. “Hey, take a breath, they’re my little sisters, I’ve got it.”

You exhale then, emotional as you watch them giggling with Megumi’s girl, she is strapping them into their carseats carefully. She smiles back at you. “I am looking forward to this, I love these little girls.”

“Ugh, I love you all. I’m not used to this much time away.”

“You all clearly need it.” He says with a snort, as Toji comes behind you and wraps his big strong arms on your waist. You sink into the embrace as Megumi slides in his car, and waves at you two, as you wave back.

“Love you guys! Love you babies!” You shout, and when they drive off you look to Toji, and see it in his eyes, his desire for you, as you brush your hand down his cheek, where he’s clearly shaved this morning, a little nick on his tanned skin. “Did you shave just for me, Daddy?” You tease.

“Sure did, wonder if you shaved f’me, brat.” You giggle, biting your lower lip a bit then.

“Maybe I did, gotta catch me to find out!” You giggle, running into the house then, and he chases after you quickly with his long ass legs, as you’re dodging side to side, ducking every time he tries to catch you. “Getting slow old man?’

“Slow? I’ll show you slow, brat.” He huffs, then he’s lept across the table to snatch you up in his arms, throwing you over his shoulder and smack your ass. You gasp breathlessly at that, as you’re up too high, and he’s smacking your ass hard, making it sting. “Got you, lil mama.”

“Oh, fuck let me down!” You shout, punching at his strong back, but he’s setting you on the dining room table, and you squeal when he’s yanking your shorts off. “On the table!?”

“Of course, fine dining you know. Gonna eat at the table like a gentleman.” You can’t help but buck your hips up when he’s sitting down at the chair and spreading your thighs, looking at you hungrily. “Fuck your pussy is so pretty.”

“Need you, please.” You whine out, because it’s been a while since you all had any energy to do anything with the kids, and Toji does work a lot to take care of you all, you miss him so bad. He licks his lower lip, smirking.

“Ya begging, Ma?”

“I can, shit. Please, please…”

“Please what Ma?” He kisses up your thighs, nipping your inner thigh, and you’re whining out at it, hands in his silky dark hair which he’s just got the cutest undercut on.

“Please let me cum on your handsome face, Toji Fushiguro.” You whisper, and then cry out as he swipes his tongue up your slit.

“Good girl, asking the right way.” He says, then he’s devouring your pussy, spreading your lips and shoving his tongue in your entrance, that long tongue sliding in past your gummy little walls, and you’re trembling everywhere, throbbing around the wet muscle fucking you so good.

“Toji!” You cry out, and he moans against you, nose bumping your sensitive clit, his eyes dilated as they look up at you under his dark lashes, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs, brutal in that grip. You feel your body react violently to it, to him going so hard, when he’s been so sweet lately.

You all always had to be quiet, and though the sex was freaky you couldn’t ever let go like this, and fuck it feels good, your screams echoing in the quiet cabin you all call home. Your ring is glinting as you tug at his hair, grinding your hips up for more and more of his tongue, of his mouth, of his teeth. Toji’s moaning against you, vibrating your clit as he moves his mouth to your clit.

Toji slides two thick fingers inside your soppy little entrance, and you scream out then, shaking and trembling as he’s sucking your clit in his mouth, and your pussy is drooling down his mouth, as he fucks you with his fingers over and over so quick. You’re falling apart on the table, clinging to his hair so hard you’re yanking it, and Toji’s drinking you up, the sounds so obscene in the quiet house.

“Oh my… c-cumming, cumming!” Your words are breathy, barely audible, then you shatter as you cum so good, and he’s moaning louder against your pussy, squishing sounds loud as his fingers work in easier and easier. “Toji!”

“Mmm, good girl. Cum s’good f’me, don’t ya?” Toji’s leaned up, face covered in you, and your tummy trembles when he’s sliding your shirt up. “Lemme see you, take the fuckin’ shirt off.”

You giggle then, as you take off your top, your breasts bouncing out, and he exhales as he looks at you, hand sliding up your tummy to grip a breast, squishing it and making you whine out in pleasure at his big, rough hands on you. Then he’s slid three fingers inside you, and you gasp at it, too full with his thick fingers, you’re wriggling but he holds you down with a smirk.

“Can’t take three fingers, fuckin brat?”

“Fuck you, Toji. Ah!” He shoves them in then, scowling at you and leaning over you, smacking your face gently with his hand, only serving to make you bite your lip as you’re cumming all over his fingers again, eyes rolling back.

“Ya never fixed this goddamn attitude, over four years of this shit.” His voice is gruff, and you giggle, earning a deeper scowl on his handsome features. “And ya can laugh? I need to fix that.”

Suddenly he’s bent you over the table, spreading your thighs, and dropping down his sweats, shoving his thick length in your pussy to the hilt. You scream as you cling to the table, but he’s got both your arms behind you in a flash, grabbing your wrists and pressing them up your back. Your breasts are pressed against the cold wood table as he presses in deeper.

“F-fuck, too much, too much!” You’re whimpering, and he chuckles, leaning over you and kissing between your shoulder blades, as you’re helpless to him, as he’s pumping in and out and stretching you so deliciously.

“All that talk today, can’t back it up huh? Can’t take dick?”

“Your dick is huge, fucking… dick! Ow!” Toji smacks your ass harder than before, leaving a handprint that’s bruising, and the cool air hits it, making you shake and whine as you get wetter.

“You never learn your fuckin lesson, do ya doll?” He whispers, leaning forward as your legs dangle off the damn table so he can fuck you properly, your wrists captured in his big grip, you’re just helpless to him.

“Need… need lots of lessons, daddy.” Your words are broken by moans as Toji rails your little pussy, pushing his tip against your g spot over and over, as you’re blinded by how good it feels, face against his table as he fucks you over and over.

“Drooling all over huh, doll? All over the table, where's your manners?” He’s huffing as his free hand swipes the drool pooling from your lips, cupping you under your chin, and you can’t form a word, you’re too overwhelmed by how good it feels. How rough he’s being as he lets your wrists go, numb from his grip, and he’s turning you to face him, tilting your chin up.

Your eyes lock, and it’s not just how good the sex feels that hits you, it’s how much you love him, how much he loves you, how much he wants you every fucking day, even when you’re such a mess with the kids. Even when you’re in pajamas and a messy bun, even with little stretchies, he loves them. In fact, his hands are sliding up them even now.

“Beautiful fuckin’ brat.” He says, and you can’t stop your grin as you slide your hands up his chest, still in that tight white shirt, wrapping around his neck as he lifts your ass on the table, kissing you so deeply. “Ya gonna take dick right or not?”

“I can do it!” He snorts then, but he’s gentle when he’s pressing back in, and your thighs are wrapped around his lithe hips, as he pushes back past that tight ring of muscles, and your walls flutter around him. “Oh my god…”

“Fuck…” You both moan the words at the same time, and now Toji is cupping your face in a big hand, thumb trailing across your lower lip. “Pretty little brat.”

“Handsome old man.” He shoves in harder then, and you gasp out, head falling back as he’s rocking in so deep, pressing his tip into your cervix, and you’re shaking as you cling to him.

“Old man this, old man that. You love cummin on this dick, don’t ya?” You nod desperately, as he picks you up again, and shoves you against the kitchen wall, you cling to him helplessly, watching him with vision fading in and out as he’s fucking you against it now. “Cum f’me, now lil brat.”

“Fuck.” You’re screaming as you do, as you’re dripping down his length, down to the fucking floor beneath you both, and he’s taking you over, one hand bracing against the wall and the other on your ass, pumping in and out. “Toji, Toji… love you, love you, fuck…”

“Love you, bitchy ass brat.” You giggle a bit breathless, sticking your tongue out, only to get fucked harder, but you’re craving it, falling apart in his hold, he makes you feel so goddamn good, so tiny in his big arms, as he takes over everything you are. You both kiss desperate and hungry.

“Mmm, mmm!” You’re whining into his mouth now, and soon you’re rocking your hips against him, until he’s carried you to the couch, and has you on top of him, looking up at you, as you’re weakly moving.

“Fuck, perfect body, ma. So sexy riding me.” His words urge your weak legs along, his moans are like some fuel for your energy, as he’s sucking on your nipples, taking them into his hot mouth, and you’re clinging to his shoulders, nails digging in, making him hiss. “Cunt so tight around me, how are you still so tight?”

“Mmm.” You can’t answer his question, not when you feel him throbbing in your pussy, feel his tip thickening as you’re grinding right on it, so deep, so full you feel him everywhere. He’s kissing and squeezing and biting every bit of your lush breasts, leaving red marks everywhere, as his eyes drink your body in.

“So sexy, look at you. Pretty lil doll.” He whispers, your back is arching, pressing your breasts further towards his face, he’s devouring them, finding your clit then with the rough pad of one of his thumbs, you’re screaming out, unable to function. “Cum with me, lemme feel that tight lil cunt on me.”

“Fuck, Toji!! Too much, shit…”

“You can do it, don’t tap out.” He takes over then, fucking up into you, and your tits are bouncing as your hair is falling down your back, and you’re cumming with him, as he fills you up, groaning sexy from the back of his throat, yanking you against him. Your tongues are messy and desperate as they work against each other, as he’s pumping you so full.

“Yes, yes, fill me Daddy.” You whine out, making him shove you down by your hips even more, as your cum and his is dripping out down his length.

“F-fuck… Fuck you feel s’good, mama.” He whispers, kissing your throat as you’re rocking against him gently, riding the aftershocks of your climax, shivering in his arms as he strokes you back with his hand, pulling you against him.

“Mnh, I’m not used to getting fucked like that lately. Shit.”

“If ya could keep quiet we could, loud ass.”

“Hey, you’re loud!”

“Uh-uh, that’s you.” You giggle, sighing as he eases out, leaving you dripping all over. “Fuck, look at this mess you made!? Gonna clean it up housewife?”

“I work too, but… fuck yeah I’ll clean it up.” You get on your knees eagerly, between his spread thighs, Toji is caressing your face as you slip your tongue up his cock, tracing the wrapping veins, watching his cheeks flush, his lips parting.

“So slutty still, huh?” He is brushing your hair back as you suck him now, swirling your tongue on his tip, tasting all his cum and yours mixed together.

“We taste so good together.”

“Yeah, come spit it in my mouth.” You blush, Toji’s freakiness was always a lot to handle. “Getting shy, huh?”

“No, but I haven’t done that. You spit in my mouth.”

“Switch it up, ol’ lady.”

“Old my ass.” You suck him up again, then he’s yanking you up, and you’re shoving your tongue in his mouth, full of both of you, and he’s groaning, as you share your cum and his between your tongues. “There.”

“Sexy ass. Fuck.” He’s picked you up again, and this time taking you to your bed, Toji’s stamina had not faded one bit, and in fact yours had kicked up to match, though at some points you couldn’t even keep up. “I’m gonna fuck you all goddamn weekend, till ya can’t walk straight.”

“Toji we said we’d go out tonight!”

“We’ll get there. Gonna be dripping cum.” He’s between your thighs again, lapping his cum out of your pussy, sore and beat up already.

“Fuck! Sensitive!” He chuckles, scooping out the remnants of his cum and yours, leaning over you and spitting it in a slow trail of saliva in your mouth. You’re already throbbing with need again, as he’s pressing your legs up, and you gasp. “Baby factory closed, Toji!”

He’s kissing your toes, your ankles, licking up your calves as his hard cock is pressing against you, tip on your clit that’s twitching under it, as you’re slicker and wetter, then when he presses in you’re cumming so hard you’re squirting all over him, making a mess. He groans at the sight, watching your pussy suck his cock in as your legs shake.

“Messy, messy girl, just f’me hmm?” You nod weakly, and he’s playing with the wetness, gasping then when he pulls out and pushes back in. “You get too tight after, fuck… gonna make me cum quick.”

“Can’t handle it, huh Daddy?” You tease, earning his glare that you love so much, you love him owning you, you love making him angry, to get fucked so goddamn good, over and over, you love being his little brat, his mama to his babies, love being his damn wife.

“You give me high blood pressure.” He huffs out, leaning down and pressing his heavy weight on you, and you laugh softly. He’s cupping your face, gently rocking in, as your ankles are over his shoulders, and you’re a whimpering mess under him.

“Worth it though?” You ask softly, and he eases your legs down, kissing you softer now, and you’re rolling your hips up to meet his, feeling so many emotions when he looks at you like that, when he’s brushing your hair back gently, exhaling.

“You’re worth everything, doll.” He says softly, and you feel tears well up at that, he blinks a bit, gulping as he studies you, taking a shaky breath. “Everything and more, fucking love you, so much. Don’t know how much I love you.”

“You don’t know how - ah- much I do.” You whisper, trembling as he’s kissing you again, his hands all over your body, rocking even more gently inside you. “Love you s’much… you’re worth everything.”

“Was worth every punch from your dad.” He teases now, making you laugh through your tears, as your hands trail down his back, and you’re gasping, as he’s bringing you higher and higher.

“Deserved em all, pervert.”

“Sure fuckin did. But look at what I got, fuck.” He’s gripping a tit now, sucking on it as he looks at you, and your head falls back into the bed in pleasure. “And I get you forever, don’t I?”

“Forever and ever.” You whisper back, dragging his lips up to yours, your husband, your love, your baby daddy, your perverted old ass Toji.

And you couldn’t be happier.

The End

A/N: Thanks everyone who read this, I hope you had fun with my soft freaky ass Toji aha <3 Kofi Link if you wanna buy me a coffee <3

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

KISS ME IN A WAY THATS GONNA SCREW ME UP FOREVER

rockstar! chuuya nakahara x pop star! reader

after acting in a music video of his right after a breakup, the media has many speculations about you two.

part 1/3

inspired by suburban legends

once the flight had flown, your feet touched down on the new, big city. it was a kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats, hidden underneath the fabric of fashion trends of large coats. the world in this corner smelled like want.

you weaved your way through the crowd before finally reaching the studio. you open the door, unpack your things with a hug and kiss to your manager, before finally seeing him.

chuuya nakahara was perhaps the most famous man in the world right now. a deep, gravelly voice with hands that slid across his guitar like skates on ice. he was the living, breathing definition of the word heartthrob.

right now, he’s tuning his guitar, his messy orange hair tied into a cute messy bun. he’s concentrated, the fabric of his black muscle shirt clinging to his obviously well toned muscles. you know you’re staring, but you can’t help it. and its not even just because he’s famous and talented.

you had been making a name for yourself in the music industry. slowly but surely, the name [Y/N] [L/N], the world’s new pop princess! had been making headlines. the general public considered you a sweetheart, with your fresh-faced beauty and edge paving the way for new found fame. the paparazzi adored your voice and your lyrics. you had only begun your receive the recognition you deserve.

upon winning best new artist at the vma’s, your song feather garnered billions of listeners. but perhaps the most shocking of them all, was gaining the attention of the one and only chuuya nakahara.

and thats how you ended up here. standing face to face with the embodiment of every women’s dream man.

“hey, [y/n].” he greets you, his sultry voice breaking through the mist of your fantastical mind. you snap out of it with an awkward laugh and a firm (but surely sweaty) handshake. he brushes it off, giving you a wink and thanking you for coming all this way.

“i love your studio.” you manage to compliment the rockstar despite your winded state. he hums a thank you, walking you towards the stage. his team works diligently, and you swear you can feel all his gratitude towards them. everyone in first name, high fave and shitty joke basis with each other. it was hard not to feel like an outsider.

“i don’t know if michizou gave you the run down on the video.. which he should have!” chuuya playfully jabs at his producer and good friend, who was currently fixing up the stage lights and blowing fat raspberries back at his boss. “basically, its for my new single. you’ll be playing my girlfriend.”

you wish you could hide the embarrassing scarlet tinge that blooms onto your cheeks at the mention of girlfriend. he seems so nonchalant, so casual about being so intimate.

once he’s distracted, your whisked away by a beautiful girl with a short black bob. her butterfly clip hung loosely just beside her bangs. she was the one person here who didn’t make you feel like a complete stranger on the outside looking in.

“hi, [y/n]! i’m yosano, i’ll just be doing your makeup.” she hums, and you happily take refuge in her cozy dressing room. the two of you hit it off almost immediately, allowing you to get your nerves out. however, something comes up that throws you off your game.

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“oh and.. i guess, someone should tell you, honey.” she says, making your eyeliner as sharp as humanly possible. “chuuya’s been… he’s having a hard time. a bad breakup.”

this information churns in your stomach. “how long ago..?”

“3 weeks ago, give or take.” yosano explains, applying the setting powder. on one hand, you were thankful someone had warned you. but on the other, it made you nervous that you would be playing a romantic partner to someone who had just gotten their heart broken.

“why did they break up?” you ask, cautiously looking over at yourself in the mirror to make sure you were hiding your anxiety well enough.

“i don’t know… the rockstar over there never really talked about it.” yosano huffs, sitting on the counter to get a better angle at applying your lip liner. “all i know is… he hates betrayal more than anything now.”

a million thoughts run through your head. who? when? why? but most of all, who in their right mind would cheat on chuuya nakahara?

but you lost all the time for your nervousness. next thing you know, yosano is rushing you onto the set with words of encouragement. there, you meet chuuya, who’s been waiting for you.

the first scene is simple. just two people dancing in the living room set.

he walks over to you, placing his hands on your hips like its second nature. he chuckles at your nervousness, the way you tense up as you instinctively place your hands on his chest.

“what? don’t know how to dance, doll?” he teases, that shit-eating smirk on his face.

“uhm… no.” you admit, sheepishly.

he looks surprised, before a genuine smile reappears on his face again. “thats okay, just follow my lead.”

and with that, you two start swaying. he takes the lead, using his body to direct your movements. and for the first time in your career, maybe ever, you actually feel comfortable. you gain your fluidity back, dancing with chuuya in a way that words couldn’t explain. like two figures in a snow globe, you acted out a miniature expression of love thaf spoke volumes.

the rest of the filming process goes on smoothly, your favourite of the bunch being the kitchen scene. chuuya washes dishes while you snuggle up to him from behind, the overflowing of the sink being unscripted but ultimately charming enough to keep in.

finally, it was the scene you were most nervous about. the infamous kiss scene, and the segment yosano had failed to warn you about.

“i’ll say this again.” chuuya says, his voice in a hush tone. “i am not gonna make you this, doll.”

you’re nervous to kiss him, but the thought of turning him down felt like a complete loss.

so you bite your lip, and give chuuya the greenlight.

“three…two…one… ACTION!”

the camera pans in a circle around the two of you, capturing every small detail. the moment he cups your face, the moment you lock eyes… before finally, you two kiss.

and its the kind of kiss that saves you and that screws you up forever. that day, chuuya nakahara kissed you like the most gorgeous rose you had ever hoped to pick, with a million thorns sticking out from the side.

it was as though just front that simple contact, you knew the kind of guy he was. a gentleman, a man polite too a fault. time seems to stop even as you two pull away. you honestly consider breaking your own heart so you can move on from the love of your life (aka the famous man you met just a few hours ago.)

“thats a wrap!” tachihara announces as the team celebrates. this song, though you hadn’t heard it yet, was sure to be a hit. and chuuya assures that the music video will bring so much of the spotlight you deserve.

after that, the team breaks with some cake and beer. you, however, sneak off to the balcony, getting some much needed fresh air. you’re almost granted the moment of peace you craved when suddenly, someone addresses you.

“hey pop star.” chuuya says, walking up behind you and offering you a beer. when you politely accept, he stares out at the city-scanning sunset. finally, you two were alone, away from the editors and cameras.

you ask whats been on your mind since the beginning.

“…what song was this for again?” you nervously ask.

chuuya lets out a hearty laugh, enamoured by your sincerity. he digresses, opting to take you to the rooftop instead. there, he picks up his guitar and begins playing a few notes. it seemed like such a douchebag move, but if it was, you loved douchebags.

“can i tell you a secret?” he asks, strumming the acoustic strings with calculated talent. you nod, fiddling with your fingers.

“..i don’t really have a title for it yet.” he chuckles. now its your turn to laugh at him, and he takes it.

“why’s that, rockstar?” you ask, sipping your beer.

chuuya ponders for a moment, his eyes never leaving his guitar. he shrugs, continuing to serenade you. a thought crosses your mind.

“why’d you choose me, anyway?”

though he can’t think of a song title, he seems to know the answer to that question.

“cause you’ve got edge, and talent.” he says. “the industries gonna want to ruin you. you can’t let that happen, alright?”

you nod apprehensively. you’ve heard the whispers, how female stars were held up to a higher standard. how one wrong move, one hair out of place, or one breath too loud could cost you your career. hearing it from an established star made your hands shake.

maybe this would screw you up forever.

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[chuuyaheartz]: new MV is out!! starring [y/n] [l/n]

[soukkvo]: pov me replaying the kiss scene:

[lovechna]: idk who i’d wanna be more 😍😍

[asagir1]: wait wtf he like just broke up with higuchi… don’t you think its a little soon??

[chzai09]: they’re my roman empire

new star [Y/N] [L/N] kisses chuuya nakahara and new music video!

who is [Y/N] [L/N]? meet the new pop princess:

[Y/N] [L/N] is chuuya’s new girlfriend? heres whats happening:

#[Y/N] [L/N] trending

[woso-dreamzzz]

Shirt Swap III

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Aitana Bonmatí x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Aitana gets the video

She's halfway through the gym session, relaxing back and laughing with Keira when she gets the message.

Well, she gets a lot of messages and each one causes her smile to get wider and wider.

"What is it?" Keira leans over to look at Aitana's phone, just as Aitana flicks onto the picture of you standing against the wall, smiling widely while wearing Keira's England jersey.

You're grinning like you've just won the lottery, not quite fully looking at the camera, just to the side of it where Aitana assumes Pernille is taking the picture. Magda is half in frame too, head turned to smile fondly at you.

"Is that why you wanted my shirt?" Keira asks, staring at the picture," She's a cute kid. Who is she?"

"That's Harder and Eriksson's kid."

Both Keira and Aitana jump as Alexia's voice sounds behind them. She's standing just a bit away, leaning over the pair to look at Aitana's phone too.

"I've met her before. Once when they were on holiday and at that Champion's League final we had against Chelsea. She's a sweet kid."

"So sweet," Aitana confirms, nodding her head as she flicks to a picture of you wearing Caro's Norway shirt - complete with Magda's pursed lips.

She flicks through all of the pictures, one for each jersey she sent. It's clear that they were all taken one after the other and it's fun to watch Magda's reaction to each one (the Norway national jerseys garnering a pinched look from the woman). Your wide smile never dims, though it does seem to get brighter when you wear certain jerseys.

"There's a video," Keira points out.

Aitana clicks play.

The camera remains unfocused and blurry for a moment before it's wiped clean and points towards you. You're wearing Keira's England shirt and still smiling, tugging at the hem. Your head is tilted to the side and Aitana can just pick out the low murmur of a different language (Danish or Swedish, she doesn't know) before you're fully looking at the camera.

"Thank you, Aitana!" You say.

"For?" That's Pernille's voice.

"For my new jerseys! Thank you!"

You tilt your head again, peering at something just behind the camera. There's another murmur of a foreign language which you reply happily too.

Magda comes into the frame, laughing and shaking her head fondly as she suddenly hoists you up onto her hip.

It's like neither of you has realised that the camera is still rolling because Magda blows raspberries on your cheeks as you try to push her away, shrieking with laughter.

Pernille laughs too, from behind the camera and her hand appears in the frame to rest on Magda's hip.

The video cuts out there and Aitana can't help but smile.

Keira's smiling too and so is Alexia.

"I've never met their kid," Keira says finally," I've seen her on the bench when I used to play against Chelsea. I didn't realise that she likes to collect jerseys so much."

"Pernille was telling me that she's a big fan of yours, which, apparently, says a lot."

Keira's face goes a little red and Alexia laughs.

"Send her a picture," Alexia says," It's only fair."

Aitana squeezes next to Keira, who's still got a red face. Alexia leans down to get into the frame too, teasingly poking at Keira's face.

"Smile for your biggest fan."

[redbleedingrose]

Girl Dad!Cassian x reader Headcanons

A/N: I love me some girl dad Bat boys and Vanserra bros. TBH all the ACOTAR males would make incredible girl dads and I was just thinking about Cassian today. Anyway, this is for @augustinerose I know that it has been tough recently, so I hope this made you smile. <3

Cassian is a girls girl. He LOVES his daughter, and wants his babe to be able to express herself in any way she wants. So he def lets his daughter paint his nails pink and purple, and grins so wide when she smacks a kiss onto his cheek calling him pretty. And he takes real good care to paint her nails all nice and clean.

Cass is also happy to let his pretty princess put some makeup on him, with the blue eyeshadow and red lips. Male is not even the slightest bit embarrassed when you walk into your home to find him sitting on the floor so that your daughter can reach his face, six bows of all colors in his hair that is half braided and half curled, with your reddest shade of lipstick being smeared all over him. The guilty look from your babe stealing your makeup is too cute, and you settle down into Cass’ lap and ask her to do your hair and makeup too.

He would die for this child, and do practically anything to see a smile on her face, so he is gonna wear the purple tutu and tiara for his girl, and he is absolutely gonna have his pinky pointing out while he sips water from a tiny princess tea cup cuz his baby girl scolded him for not using "proper etticuite daddy."

Occasionally, she can also rope in Az and Rhys and they might roll their eyes and moan and groan, but they are gonna do anything for that little girl because they adore her and she is the only baby girl in the family so far. They spoil her like no other. You had to practically ban Rhys from getting her anymore dresses because there was no more storage in your home, and you nearly threw him into the Sidra when he offered to add another room to your home so he could fill it up with more jewelry and shoes and tutus for the “night court princess”

And on starfall, she does little dance routines for the whole family but she willet all shy about dancing her little ballerina routine in front everyone in the inner circle, so he helps her out and dances by her side even getting on his tippy toes despite everyone is snickering at him, this big burly male twirling around with his muscled arms pointed to the sky with his "mini me"

He loves pretending to chomp and eat her ruddy cheeks because it makes her cackle from deep in her tummy, and he is always blowing raspberries into her chubby belly. Don’t even get me started on those chunky thighs, and stinky feet. Cass wants to cry every single time he thinks about his pretty princess growing up. He wants her to stay young forever, to never worry about a single thing, to make sure that he can always watch over her and protect her.

When she was a newborn, he would steal her from the bassinet and take her on flights, wrapping her tiny wings into a wooly blanket to make sure they stay warm and cozy, and he would spend hours just flying around and telling her stories about his life, and stories about you. His favorite topic to talk about to her while she snoozes away is how much he loves you and how much he loves her. His obsession with his girls is truly a next level of adoration.

Ugh AND he loves cutting up fruit for her, and she just walks around munching on it with her tiny fist around the fruit and juices smeared across her cheeks. An he is always so gentle about wiping away the juices with a wet rag, having her sitting on the counter with her tiny legs swinging back and forth kicking his corded thighs while he cleans her ups and smooches her ruddy cheeks when he is done

Let us also discuss how Cassian learned how to braid hair by the Valkaryie warriors, and so he is the expert when it comes to doing her hair. Male can do twists and plaits so fast and instinctually, its insane. Most days, you have him doing your own hair. Oh, and she was born with a TUFT of hair that he would play with to soothe her. It is thick and dark just like his, and curls at the end, and he thinks it is one of his favorite features that he passed on to her.

OOOHHHH and imagine him teaching her to fly when she finally has the strength to control those muscles. She is all frustrated with fat tears rolling down her ruddy cheeks cuz “is too hard daddy” and he is down on one knee in front of her, rubbing his large hands over her tiny shoulders hushing her little cries, “s’okay baby, you’re right, it is hard,” and he smooches her cheek and pulls back to stare into her big eyes, “but you know what sweet girl? You can do it. It might take some time and practice, like most things do, but you will do it. And I will be here every step of the way, ‘kay?” And she sniffles, rubbing her tears away with a tiny fist and snuggles into his big chest while nodding.

Every birthday, he buys her a bouquet of flowers. And he also buys you a bouquet of flowers, making sure to thank you for the best gift he has ever received.

Okay maybe I will add more to this later, but this all I got for now, I hope you enjoyed!!!

[xo-cod]

https://www.tumblr.com/xo-cod/729110250731520000/you-know-what-i-think-would-be-cute-if-one-of-the?source=share

will u expand on this pls?? esp w simon i love it it's SO CUTE🥰

thank you so much babe :") <33 i just did simon but i can def do the others if you'd like 🤍

continuation from here

cw: abusive past + fluff

"look daddy! that's like you and mum!" her soft laugh of happiness fills his ears and for a minute he just watches her, the shock plastered on his face and then he takes a glance at the tv again. the toys he was placing away in its rightful place was forgotten as he straightened his back, watching the disney characters. they seemed so happy, so in love.

he stood still for a minute, wondering if she was being genuine as he looks back to the little girl who was giggling at him. he didn't have a healthy childhood at home and even as he entered his adult life, nothing but blood, guns and wars surrounded him.

it took him by surprised that lieutenant ghost, the man who knew little to nothing about love and happiness and peace now had a wife and a baby who was growing up in the homes he always wished he could live in as a child.

the only romantic love he could see around him was the abuse his father put his mother through, watching the light dim from her eyes everyday was a sight simon didn't think he could ever forget.

there were some scars that were seared so deep, even after time had run its course the pain was still fresh as ever. he didn't think he would ever heal from the shackles that wrapped themselves so deeply around him, burdens that he had to carry day in and day out in his life all the time. even though being with you had significantly lessened them, there were still moments that made him question everything he ever knew.

so being a father was scary but so exciting. the nerves were bundled up deep inside him, utterly worried that he wouldn't be able to love the child like they deserved. he remembered the night he paced your hospital floor while you were sleeping, full of the medications they were giving. all he could do was helplessly look at you, his heart pounding at the bundle of joy soon to be arriving. could he love them? or did the trauma from his father run incredibly deep that he'd cower away and hide? they were irrational fears, he knew that much. but it didn't help either way, he wanted to be the possible father ever. but how could he do that when he was do broken from his own?

and then his baby was born and he almost gave out, trembling when he held her tiny tiny body in one arm as the hand of the other ever so gently caressed her head. he looked at you with shock, his big brown eyes tearing as he chuckles softly. that was a sight you'd never forget. a sight he could never either

"me an' mama huh?" he spoke softly, his gaze going from the tv to back to his daughter who nods eagerly at him. she's so happy, its enough to make him emotional. because of him, she was safe and loved. because of him, a man who thought he was too damaged beyond repair, had a child who completely adored him and was living happily

she would never know a life full of abuse and suffering, he would make sure of that

he would kill for her, die for her and everything in between yet even so the small niggling voice of doubt filled his head every damn day wondering if he was cut out to be a father. would he change tomorrow, become the abusive intoxicated asshole like the man raised him was? he grew up in a world full of pain and torture and guns, happy things were far and few between.

"you little munchkin, c'mere" he teased softly, holding her in his massive arms as they both cuddle close together. she shrieks in delight when he blows soft raspberries on her cheeks and kissing her forehead. and he only looks at his baby with a look of pure unconditional love, his smile widening at every happy sound she made. even if he never got the love he deserved as a child, the love he received from you and the baby you both created was enough for him.

it was times like this, moments that he cherished so close to his heart <33

[joelsbeard]

Sarah and Ellie growing up as biological sisters part 1

I imagine sarah and ellie having a 5-8 year age gap, i think it'd be so cute for sarah to have a lil baby sister

Ellie is definitely the daddy's girl out of the two. Although both of them love you and joel pretty equally, there are times when ellie definitely reaches for him more. Lucky for you, sarah is a mama's girl so you never feel too unwanted.

Sarah and ellie adore each other, when you gave birth to ellie sarah started following you around and always wanted to carry her little sister in her little doll carrier or stroller so that she could be"just like mommy 🥺"

You and joel love blowing raspberries on their cute little tummies, especially when they were < 1 year old bc their baby laughs were so precious

You and joel made sure to include sarah as much as you can in activities after ellie was born so that she wouldn't feel neglected, and she's always so happy when you tell her she's such a good older sister (and she is!)

whenever sarah comes back home from school or somewhere else she always runs to see her baby sister and goes "hi baby!" and gives her a little kiss 🥺

when sarah first met ellie after she was born and she's sitting on the bed next to you and holding little newborn ellie she gives her a kiss and looks up at you and joel and goes "i love her! 🥺"

whenever joel comes back from work and lil baby ellie sees him she gets so excited she does a little happy baby dance and wiggles with excitement and gets the biggest smile on her face. He goes over to her and crouches down and holds out his arms to her and goes "hi babygirl, did you miss daddy? Daddy missed you so much!" and he picks her up and gives her big chubby cheeks some big raspberries and she's nonstop giggling.

[willowsages-blog]

Pumpkin: Pedro Pascal x female reader

You and Pedro try to help your daughter find a Halloween costume.

WARNINGS: none just plain fluff and trying to help your daughter find a Halloween costume.

"Okay. 1, 2, 3, … come show daddy!"

Your 3-year-old, Lyla, comes barreling from around the corner, in her miniature pumpkin costume. She stops in front of where Pedro is seated on the couch, twirling around to hear his approval.

It was only October 3rd, but Halloween has always been a massive deal in the household, even more so with the arrival of your eldest daughter.

What once consisted of cheesy couple costumes and going out with friends has turned into cheesy family costumes and trick-or-treating.

You personally were beyond excited for this year, seeing how Lyla was finally old enough to understand how Halloween works.

Your husband finally uncovers his eyes and coos at the sight of his daughter.

He leans down to pick her up, both laughing from the happiness of being in each other's presence. It was no secret to anyone that Lyla was a huge Daddy's girl,

only wanting to be around her father from the minute she was born. It was no different on Pedro's side, having wrapped him around her chubby, miniature finger the moment he looked into her wide, hazel eyes.

The two are inseparable, and while jealousy might creep in from time to time, you're still undeniably grateful that Pedro is as overwhelmingly devoted to Lyla as he is.

“You two are so cute!" You melt, watching the two mess around.

"So cute, Mommy!" Lyla confirms, giggling at the raspberries Pedro is blowing onto her cheeks. Pedro reaches out for your waist, pulling you to join them on the couch.

"What do you think, Lyla? Do you like this one?" You ask, watching as she tilts her head in thought. She's always been annoyingly independent for her age, so this year,

you allowed her full control of picking her costume. You bought a ton and figured you could always just return the rejects. So far, she's on costume 6 out of 10, and you're just praying she makes a decision soon, so you don't have to make another trip to the Halloween store. Unfortunately, she shakes her head no and hops out of both your laps.

"Why not, bug? I thought you wanted to be a pumpkin like Charlie Brown." Pedro asks gently, hoping to sway his daughter into making a decision. He had given up his Saturday to watch his daughter play dress up, and while there wasn't much that he wouldn't do for Lyla, he was more than ready to move on with the day.

"No, Daddy. I want to be a ghost-like Charlie Brown." Lyla corrects, rolling her eyes like she couldn't believe her father's mistake. Pedro swears she picked up that habit from you.

"But you didn't like the ghost costume either," Pedro whines, growing frustrated with the toddler's indecisiveness. He loves his daughter endlessly, but three hours of costume-picking is enough to irritate anyone.

"Okay, Lyla. Why don't you go to your room and put on the next costume? It's the Tiana one, remember!" You suggest softly. Lyla perks up at the mention of her favorite princess and runs back into her room, leaving you and Pedro alone. You settle into his side, twisting his wedding band out of habit.

"You know she gets that from you, right?" He says. You snort, turning to look at him.

"That's funny because she's your shadow. If anything, she's all you." He laughs at your response, pulling you so you're even closer to him. You both look at each other for a moment, before he lets out a breath of air.

"Is it crazy that I want another one?" He asks softly. You pause, not saying anything to interrupt wherever your husband's mind is headed. "Like, I love the three of us, but what if we could do it again? You know the diapers, the first words, first steps, arguing with them over their own Halloween costume?" He gestures around him at that.

Your heart swells. Admittedly, you had been thinking about having another baby now that Lyla is starting to get older. You've started missing having a newborn in the house but were unsure how to bring it up to your husband, worried that he might reject you. However, you should've suspected that Pedro "I want a football team of children" would be itching to have another kid soon.

"Do you really want this?" You ask, making sure this isn't a whim before you tell him what you think.

"Well, I mean, really, it's up to you. But yeah, it would be nice to have another mini-running around here. Plus, Lyla would love to have a friend." He offers, already placing his hand over your stomach.

"I have always wanted a boy." You must, already picture future siblings and matching Halloween costumes. Pedro brightens at this, pulling you into a hug with small tears forming in his eyes. He pulls away to slightly wipe his eyes before he hears the tiny pitter-patter of feet coming down the hallway.

"What's wrong, daddy?" Lyla questions, concern written all over her tiny face from seeing her father's tears. She walks towards Pedro in a green, sparkly dress with a plush frog under her arms, reaching up for him to pull her into his lap.

"Nothing bug, just happy I have everything I've ever wanted." He admits, pulling Lyla up to join your two's huddle. And with the two loves of your life in your arms, you agree.

[toomuchracket]

club nights (literal d word matty x reader smut)

day 16 of summer75!! post-baby, post-dh2 launch fuckery of the anal variety (girly getting it). surprisingly fluffy. enjoy! <3

the lights are hot on your skin as you dance, pulsing strobes illuminating everything and everyone in the club in stark white; still, they're nowhere near as warm as matty, pressed up behind you with a hand on your hip, your left arm slung lazily back around his neck as you move against him. kelly's set is good, and so is the vodka cranberry in your free hand, bass and booze coming together in your body and making you wanna move. you feel free. you feel happy. you feel sexy, although you're not sure if that's because of the night itself or because of your boyfriend, whose hands have been wandering all over you practically ever since you left the house.

you smile when he kisses your neck, giggling when he blows a raspberry. matty giggles too, smiling into your perfumed skin. “y'having a good time, gorgeous girl?”

“the best time,” you turn to face him, heart fluttering when you re-realise how fucking hot he looks. sure, you've fancied matty for almost a decade longer than you've known him, but lately he's been looking extra delicious to you - then again, you have just had his baby. your hormones must be going mental. “we should go out dancing more often, babe. s'fun when i'm doing it with you.”

matty raises an eyebrow, but he keeps smiling sweetly. “we've literally got a newborn at home, and you want us to start raving regularly?”

“yes i do.”

he laughs, leaning down to kiss you; it's not a long one, but you're woozy when he pulls away regardless. “so do i, darling. kinda obsessed with dancing with you like this, you know?” his hands continue their earlier trail across you, gentle yet eager. “can feel everything. fucking love it.”

oh, if he only knew.

you lean up to peck his lips. “could you maybe possibly feel your way to the bar to get me a refill, baby?”

“‘course,” matty pecks you in return, hands coming up to hold your face while he beams. “m'proud of you, you know. for lyla, obviously, but also for this,” he gestures to the crowds, too busy dancing to notice him. “s'your night too, sweetheart. enjoy it.”

you do just that while he slinks off to get your drink, hugging george to say “we did it!”, dancing with charli, catching up with your friends from the band and bea and amber, most of which is spent gushing over your baby girl, staying at home with both of her grandmothers at present. bea squeals when you show her a picture of lyla, and clutches amber's arm, tipsy-overwhelmed. “she is so cute! oh my god. i mean, she looks like a little doll. i love her!”

“bea, i'm actually obsessed with her,” you giggle. “you're lucky we even made it out tonight - got to the front door like five separate times before either me or matty teared up and had to go back for a cuddle.”

amber laughs. “he was telling me he wished he could've brought her with you.”

“god, he's a nightmare.”

“who is?” matty sidles up to you, handing you your drink and ruffling bea's hair - she swats him away, and he laughs, giving amber a half-hug before wrapping his free arm around your waist.

you smile at him, saccharine. “you, trying to bring our baby to a rave.”

“what? she'd love it,” he elbows you playfully. “she's her mother's daughter.”

“he's not wrong with that bit, to be fair,” amber takes a sip of her drink. “it is actually quite scary how much she looks like you.”

bea winks at you. “well, she knows what's good for her.”

everyone but matty collapses into giggles; he glares at bea for a second, then smiles. “yeah, she does. i mean,” he cups your face, squishing your cheeks playfully. “who wouldn't steal this face if they could?” dropping your face in favour of taking your hand, he turns to your friends. “see you in a bit, yeah?”

with that, matty leads you further into a darkened corner, weaving through vape clouds and various friends before leaning against the wall. you smirk, raising your eyebrows at him and leaning close so he can hear you over the music. “this feels… familiar.”

“what- oh,” he nods slowly, smirk matching your own. “nina's birthday. i remember,” his face softens, lost in a memory, before he speaks, matter-of-fact. “first time i ever saw you in red lingerie, that night.”

you choke on your vodka, eyes wide as you try to regain breath. “matthew!”

“what? m'just being honest. you don't forget a thing like that, darling, trust me.”

“christ,” you shake your head. “you're mental, you know that, yeah?”

“you're even more mental,” he bites back, but the love in his eyes is clear even in the club lighting. “having a baby with me, and all.”

“true,” you down your drink and lay the glass down, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's neck for a cuddle; his find home around your waist, lips softly pressing against your hair. “i miss her.”

“me too. mum says she's good as gold, though. which, again, is all you. my perfect girls.”

you smile into his chest. “love you. we both do.”

“oh, i love you both, so much,” matty leans down to kiss you, soft and sweet and slow; there's an undercurrent of lust, though, in the way he lightly bites at your lip and takes his time releasing it. “dance with me?”

you kiss him quickly again. “always, my love.”

and you do. you jump around like maniacs in excitement during george's set, holding hands and giggling and singing along, and when you shriek with total joy as soon as you hear yeah i know, matty cackles and pulls you close for a kiss. you stay like that for the rest of the song, wrapped around each other while you move to the beat, matty's face tucked into your neck in an adorable mixture of shyness at hearing his own voice and emotion about his best friend in the whole world taking such a big step in his career; actually, you stay like that for the rest of the set, so close it's hard to tell where matty ends and you begin, bodies grinding and sparking heat in each other in both the literal and metaphorical senses. by the time the night ends, the two of you are pretty fucking desperate for each other, kissing so sloppily while sharing a cig at the taxi rank that your friends can't help wolf-whistling and cheering and throwing digs like “oh, lyla's about to get a sibling!” at you.

you kiss in the taxi, too, little snippets of snogging and matty's hands roaming all over your thighs in between the driver yapping about this that and the next thing on the way to the hotel. matty does his best to answer politely, reluctantly breaking away from your lips to talk while you giggle behind your hand, but his exasperation is obvious - naturally, you rip the piss out of him for it when he throws you on the bed and climbs atop you to kiss you properly. “babe, i'm not going to disappear if you unattach your lips from mine for a few seconds, you know.”

he licks your nose in response, smiling when you shriek. “how else am i meant to show you how much i love and also fancy you?”

you shuffle down to kiss his neck, enjoying the way his breath shakes, dragging your lips up past his jaw to whisper in his ear. “fuck me.”

“oh, baby,” matty sighs, pressing his forehead to yours. “i wish i could, but, y'know… it's still too soon after you gave birth, darling,” he pulls back, confusion etched on his pretty face. “what are you smiling like that for? that's your sneaky smile.”

it drops, in favour of an expression of bewilderment. “my what?”

“you know, the face you make when you're up to something,” your boyfriend cocks his head, squinting at you. “are you trying to get me to fuck your mouth?”

“nah.”

“tits?”

“that would actually be a lot of fun, but also no.”

“hmmm,” matty thinks for a second, then sighs - you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at how clueless he's being. “nope, you've got me. explain, please, darling.”

“if you let me stand up for a second, i can show you what i mean.”

matty nods, rolling off you and lying propped up on his elbow while you move off the bed. he groans when you start undressing, slipping out of your cargo trousers and shucking your top off without breaking eye contact with him. “fuck, princess, you're so hot,” he claps a hand over his mouth when you raise an eyebrow at the pet name. “sorry, darling. muscle memory, i s'pose.”

“s'alright, daddy,” you wink, turning away from him to let him get a good view of your ass in your sheer panties; you bend forward, slightly, and you hear his breath hitch. “seems we're both thinking along those lines, yeah?”

it takes him a second to respond, but when he does, it's delicious - a calloused finger traces up from your slick core towards your other hole, and he speaks in a whisper. “you're plugged?”

“yeah, i am,” you toss your hair over your shoulder and your gaze follows, focusing on your wide-eyed boyfriend. “because i want you to fuck my ass tonight, matty.”

for a moment, there's silence, a tension permeating the air that you can't quite name. nerves begin to flutter in your stomach; they're dissolved almost instantly when matty flops unceremoniously onto his stomach, almost inaudibly shouting “fuck!” into the fancy bedding before rolling back to face you with defiant lust in his eyes. “you serious?”

“wouldn't have the plug in if i wasn't.”

he sighs, then smiles almost shyly. “part of me thinks i should be against this, but,” he sits up, tugging you to stand between his legs with a kiss to your stomach. suddenly, you're on his lap, and you can't stop beaming - he is so fucking hard. “who would i be if i didn't give my princess what she wanted, especially after everything she's done for me lately?”

your heart soars, and all you can do is kiss him, an absolute head-melter of a kiss that only stokes the heat between your legs, makes you grind even harder against your boyfriend than you were in the club. “thank you, daddy. love you.”

“i love you,” matty smiles against your lips. “missed you calling me that, you know.”

“more than you've missed being inside me?”

he laughs, the soft chuckle he reserves for the two girls he loves most in the world. “nothing i've missed more than that, gorgeous. can i… now?”

“yeah,” you breathe, desperate. “how do you want me?”

matty thinks for a second. “lie on your back for me, sweet girl, get comfy. that sound alright?”

“perfect,” with a final little kiss, you climb off him, shuffling up to rest your head on the plush pillows. as you undo your bra, the fluttering restarts in your stomach; instead of nerves, though, the butterflies are borne of excitement as you watch matty undress. he looks inquisitively at your weekend bag, and you know what it is he wants. “the lube is in the side pocket, by the way. packed a bullet vibe, too, but i honestly don't know if i'll need it.”

your boyfriend hums happily, climbing back onto you, bottle in hand. “so turned on you only need daddy fucking that pretty ass to make you cum?” he coos, thumb sliding across your lips - when you take it between them, he beams. “my little slut.”

god, you've missed this. “only yours. always.”

“perfect girl,” matty murmurs. “gonna fuck you now, yeah? you know your colours.”

“yeah.”

“good girl,” he sits back, tapping your thigh as a sign for you to lift your legs so he can slip your underwear off. his pupils dilate at the sight of the plug, but a sweet smile appears on his lips. “brat green jewel?”

“couldn't not buy it - oh, fuck,” you whimper as matty begins to toy with the plug, every movement sending a burst of pleasure through you. “feels good.”

“yeah? can i take it out, princess?”

you nod enthusiastically. “please. want you inside me, daddy.”

your boyfriend swears under his breath, snapping open the bottle of lube and squeezing some onto his hand; you watch with proper interest as he slicks himself up, practically drooling at the sight of him essentially wanking himself off. he grins when he notices you staring. “you're cute, baby,” he leans forward to kiss you, trailing a hand down your body to play with the plug again. “reckon you'll be even cuter taking my dick, though.”

it isn't so much a word than a whine that leaves your lips. “please.”

“alright, darling,” looking carefully at your face, he begins to gently twist the plug out of you - when you whimper, he pauses. “this okay?”

“yes, yes,” you pant. “keep going, please.”

matty nods, obliging you quickly; you feel the plug pop out, and he moans. “fuck, princess, you look so pretty, all ready for me like that. are you ready, sweetheart? what's your colour?”

as if it could be anything else. “green.”

he beams, kissing your forehead. “good girl. my best girl,” he coos, smiling when you giggle deliriously. “gonna slip in now, alright?”

“hold my hand?”

“always,” he takes your right hand in his left, kissing it before holding it on your stomach. you watch, breathless, as he takes his dick in the other hand, tentatively nudging it against your hole - as the head eases inside you, stretching ever so slightly, you exhale, stuttered, and matty looks tenderly down at you. “oh, my darling,” his voice is just as shaky as your breath, little whimpers leaving his lips the more he inches - well, centimetres - into you. “colour?”

you can barely comprehend him, the intimacy of the moment combining with the pleasure and clouding your brain. but still, you answer, voice nothing more than a whisper. “green. please don't stop.”

“okay,” he breathes, hand moving to your hip to steady himself. “almost fully in, princess. taking me so fucking well, feel amazing.”

you beam, dazed. “good,” your jaw drops as he finally bottoms out, eyes fluttering closed. “oh.”

“i know, darling, i know,” matty caresses your face. “d'you need a second?”

“yes please.”

“anything you want,” his lips find yours, the sweetness of his kiss completely incongruous with the fact the two of you are literally doing anal right now. but it's not totally innocent - matty's lust for you is clear from the way he kisses, and it energises you enough to pull back and bite your lip at him, a silent hint that you're ready for the next step. he takes it immediately. “you want me to fuck you properly, now, princess?”

you nod, doe-eyed. “yes, daddy.”

and that's exactly what he does.

it starts slow, of course, matty gently thrusting into you with his arms braced on either side of your head and his lips pressing soft kisses all across your face; when the desperation gets too much for you to bear and you give him the go-ahead, though, he begins to roll his hips with a bit more force into yours, little gasps leaving both of your lips and foreheads touching tenderly. you don't know whether or not it's purely psychological, more to do with the eroticism and intimacy of the act than the actual sex itself, but you can feel the pleasure jolting through you every time matty's hips meet yours, travelling through your nervous system to the familiar place in the pit of your stomach.

all in all, you can't remember ever being so turned on in your life. matty seems to think so, too, eyes widening when he looks down to watch your bodies joining as one. “fuck, princess, your pussy's so wet right now. can feel it dripping on me,” his voice is joyous; so are you, when he runs a finger over it and settles it at your clit. “you really needed daddy to fuck you, didn't you, sweet girl?”

“yeah.”

“needed this too, darling, so fucking much,” matty smiles sleepily above you, kissing you sloppily. “fuck, need to make you cum, too. can i?”

you smile back, equally as fucked. “can do whatever you want to me.”

he laughs, breathy and beautiful. “i love you.”

“i love you,” you pout for a kiss, smiling and gasping into him when he starts to properly work your clit with two fingers. “mmm, just like that, yes. don't stop.”

thank fuck your boyfriend isn't feeling mean tonight - he does as you say, keeping a steady rhythm with his hips and a consistent pattern with his fingers, cooing praises and promises into your neck in a determined attempt to get you off. a successful attempt, too, it turns out; within a few minutes (although your grasp on measuring time is probably dire at present), you're clutching at matty's shoulders, head buried in the crook of his neck, crying into him as you hurtle towards the precipice of orgasm. with a whimpered plea of “cum for me, princess, please”, you fall into bliss, clenching vice-tight around matty's dick and shaking like a leaf. that's enough to set him off, too, and he cums with a hoarse groan and an “oh, i fucking love you”, hips growing weaker and weaker as his orgasm wears off.

he doesn't linger afterwards, though. as soon as he can physically do so, matty's pulling himself up to hover over you, looking intently into your eyes to check how far you've slipped into subspace. despite the gravitas of the night, you're fairly lucid, and he smiles, satisfied with that, as he strokes your face. “you,” he begins. “are a fucking dream.”

“stop it,” you giggle, trying to burrow into his chest. “you're pussy-drunk. well,” you correct yourself as matty laughs. “not quite, tonight. but you know what i mean!”

“i do know, darling, i do,” he kisses your nose. “but you really are incredible. and i'd say that even if i wasn't balls-deep in your ass right now, so…”

“oh my god.”

matty laughs. “my cue to pull out?”

“i think so, yeah,” you grin. “mostly cos i wanna shower and go to sleep, honestly.”

“whatever you want, my love - hold my hand, by the way, this might feel weird… there we go,” matty winces, in tandem with you, as he slips out. his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of his cum dripping from you. “never ever gonna get over that,” he leans back to kiss you again. “thank you for letting me do that, by the way, darling. m'the luckiest bastard on the planet.”

you laugh. “and don't you forget it!”

he smiles softly, and you fall in love with him all over again. “never gonna happen.”

[dearmura]

HERE'S ME ASKING!! ok have u though abt bf!riki x reader where they are buying stuff at the supermarket and it ends up in ✨️ chaos ✨️

"no riki omg this soap is literally the best!!"

"ew it smells like trash, we're buying this one!!"

"pls i hate u"

just something rlly fluffy/crack <3

behave

☆ cw. some cursing, they bicker/threaten each other A LOT, period jokes, reader is referred to using she/her pronouns, not proofread

☆ pairings. bf! riki × fem! reader

☆ genre. fluff, crack, established relationship

☆ author's note: sort of a drabble ig???

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

with a ring of the bell just above the door, you sigh to yourself, hearing feet shuffle just behind you. swiftly turning around before you fully enter the store, you give the boy a stern look

"ki, I swear to God, if you don't behave yourself I'll literally force you into that child compartment at the front of the shopping cart. don't, I repeat DON'T, try anything" you warn, pointing an accusing finger at the boy who only gives you a feigned innocent expression you see right through. someone on the outside looking in would think your attitude towards the boy would only resemble a mom scolding her son when you were in fact his girlfriend who desperately wanted to shop without being publicly embarrassed by the boy's shenanigans

slumping his shoulders in defeat, the boy nods solelmy, paralleling a child after being scolded. sticking to your side like a wad of gum, you two continue on your merry way. though, knowing the boy, you knew this promise would be broken within 5 minutes tops. you even consider timing it but decide against it, knowing it would only encourage the boy further

"oooo angel angel, look at how big this watermelon is" he points with wide eyes like a child on Christmas morning, giving you an expectant look which you only laugh at

"ya, ki, if you put salt on that watermelon I'm actually disowning you" you tease as he places it in the cart, only resulting in him blowing a raspberry in your direction. you playfully hit his shoulder, and he dramatically gasps, falling onto the floor like he was in a telenovela

"riki, I swear to God, get up from there! you're already embarrassing us" you whisper shout, hiding your amusement at his pure stupidity

he fakes a cry, holding the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically as he takes little peeks to see if you're still looking, making you roll your eyes

"how could you. your boyfriend is dying here and you call me an embarrassment" he scolds, gasping dramatically once more, sticking out his tongue to fake his death. pointing to the shelves right above him, you almost burst into a fit of laughter at what you see, a whole section filled to the absolutely brim with kuromi bandaids along with other sanrio characters. sighing in feigned annoyance, you grab a box, successfully 'healing' the boy enough to bring him back up to his feet

"you're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

"and you haven't broken up with me yet. who's the real dummy now?" he states innocently, blowing a kiss in your direction before scanning the aisles once more, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded

✧

"ooo ki smell this soap, it's so good" you take a whiff with a sigh, in heaven by the soothing smell. the boy approaches you and takes a sniff of his own only to fake a gag

"that smells like ass" he says plugging his nose, swatting the air with a grimace dramatically, making you roll your eyes

"how would you know what that smells like" you retort, making him click his tongue at your attitude. you only wink and blow him a kiss just as he did you. you knew he secretly found your attitude insanely attractive so you only smile to yourself when you see him go silent

the boy was wrapped around your finger and he knew it

✧

"oh my gosh!! look look! it's a little coffee filter for dolls!! how cute~" he coos at a package of bright pink "coffee filters." when you finally approach him and see what he's referring to, you laugh, caressing the boy's cheek as you place a gentle kiss on his lips at his pure innocence

"oh my sweet, pretty boy those are menstrual cups" you coo at him like a child, throwing your head back in amusement when his smile drops and eyes widen at your words, a blush creeping up on his cheeks from embarrassment

"y-you mean that you put that up your..." he pauses in pure shock, looking like he's seen a ghost, only making you laugh more. dramatically holding you in fear, he takes your hand to cover his eyes, terrified of the feminine products before him. about to take one to restock for yourself, he holds your arm back, shaking his head quickly

"would you like me to bleed all over our bed next month" you say with a smile way too sweet for your words. suddenly switching up at your words, he searches the aisle

"do you prefer pads, tampons, cups..." he asks with a scared smile

✧

grocery list in hand, you scan the shelves searching for items as you check off ones already in the cart. switching places with the boy so you could actually get stuff done, he was now in charge of rolling the cart (essentially just sitting there and looking pretty cuz he wasn't gonna help anyways)

you knew immediately he would take advantage of the power, which he did. walking peacefully, trying to go about your day, you feel a sudden pain in your calf, making you hiss in pain. looking back at the culprit, you see a smiley riki holding the cart innocently as if he didn't just ram the cart into your leg

scoffing, you slip your sandal off of your foot and hold it up in the air before you start walking toward the boy

"you're really gonna get it now, nishimura"

he was lucky you loved him

[vintageshanny]

Waiting for Love - Part Four

Relax and Enjoy the Ride

Content: Late July 1970, marriage problems, infidelity, smut, some angst, fluff, 18+

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Catch up here: Waiting for Love series

Elvis heard a soft rapping at the door to his hotel suite and his heart sped up at the irrational thought that maybe Vivien had decided to just quit her job and stay with him. He swung open the door, but to his shock it was Priscilla, holding a small bag in one hand and Lisa Marie’s arm with the other. Lisa was trying to squirm away. “Daddy!” she yelled out when she looked up at him.

“Yisa!” he responded with delight. “C’mere and give Daddy a big ol hug!” He scooped her up and covered her little face with kisses, blowing raspberries on her chubby cheeks.

“Daddy have cake?” Lisa asked with a big grin.

“Of course Daddy has some cake for ya. Ya want chocolate?” Elvis beamed as he led her over to the dining area.

“Elvis, she really doesn’t need that right now,” Priscilla started to say, but Elvis waved her off.

“Let me give my princess some cake.”

“Yeah, mommy, princess need cake,” Lisa smiled at her hero and sweet-provider. Priscilla rolled her eyes.

“Are you alone here?” she asked Elvis casually, glancing around for any evidence to the contrary.

“Of course. I mean, the guys are here, but they’re out pickin’ up dinner. Or lunch. Or whatever meal we’re supposed ta be eatin’ right now,” Elvis said, glancing at the clock. 6pm. “Why? Were you expectin’ someone else?” he asked, starting to grow suspicious and irritated. “Is that why ya showed up unannounced two weeks early?”

Priscilla looked away guiltily. “No,” she murmured. “I just thought it would be nice for Lisa to see you for a few days. And for me, too,” she quickly added. “Then we’ll go back to LA.”

“But you’re comin’ for opening night, right?” Elvis asked, his face looking eager like a puppy dog.

“Yeah, yes, of course,” Priscilla answered, wondering how long they were going to keep up this charade of a happy couple for opening night. Elvis was wondering the same thing. Wondering why he felt he needed her there. Wondering if he’d care to see her at all if Lisa wasn’t with her. Wondering why he felt more irritation than happiness when his own damn wife showed up at his door. He felt trapped in a web of promises, expectations, and pressures that he could not begin to articulate. And now the added complication of Vivien. Of love.

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“So what happened next?” Roxanne grilled as she and Vivien relaxed on her sofa Friday night. They’d both had busy weeks at work, and it was the first chance they’d had to catch up since Vivien’s whirlwind trip to Las Vegas the weekend before. She sipped her red wine and stared intently as Vivien fidgeted with her bottle of Pepsi.

“Well, he rehearsed for a while, and it was amazing to see. Like my own private concert,” Vivien said, smiling at the memory of that rich soulful voice filling the rehearsal space. “And then later,” she continued, staring down at her red fingernails tapping nervously on the bottle, “we, uh, went up to his room.”

“Oooh, now this is what I wanna hear!” Roxanne leaned in close so she wouldn’t miss a thing. “Was it like a party or just the two of you? Did you see him naked? Did you do the deed?”

“Hold on, hold on, I’ll get to all that. First we just talked for a while. He was asking me what I thought of his rehearsal and then we talked about his movies. Rox, he’s sooo sweet and funny.”

“Yeah, yeah, sweet, funny, charming, now get to the good stuff,” Roxanne teased. “Did you tell him how much we love his tight pants in the movies?”

Vivien blushed as she reached for the bowl of popcorn sitting on the couch between them. “I might have mentioned something about that.”

“You did?” Roxanne squealed. “What did he say?”

“Um, he turned really red actually. It was very cute. Of course, I was blushing too. And that led to me, uh, doing some other things,” Vivien said evasively.

“Other things? C’mon, Vivien, tell me what happened!” Roxanne threw a piece of popcorn at her.

“I’m sorry, I just feel embarrassed saying it all out loud,” Vivien groaned, burying her head in her arms, using the bottle of Pepsi to cool down her burning hot face.

“Oh, Viv, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I always tell you everything, and I’ve been waiting for the day when you’d have something juicy to share. Don’t hold out on me now!”

“Okay, okay,” Vivien breathed out nervously. “This is what happened. He let me take his pants off, and then I…” Vivien made a motion like she was licking a lollipop.

“Oh Viv I’m so proud of you!” Roxanne crowed. “Did you like it? Did he like it? How big was it?” The interrogation continued.

“Oh, I really loved it. The way he moaned when I licked him…I’ll remember that sound for the rest of my life,” Vivien giggled. “I think he liked it, but I don’t know if I was very good at it. I didn’t do it too long before he wanted to do some other things.”

“What things?” Roxanne demanded. “Did you go all the way?”

“No, I wasn’t sure if I was ready, and he said he wanted to take things slowly anyway.”

“Aww, that is a very sweet line,” Roxanne said. “So what did you do instead?”

“Well, he took my dress off so I was just in my underwear, and then he got on top of me and just kind of, you know,” Vivien made a rolling motion with her hips and laughed. “It felt really good, though, especially since his tongue was just all over me. And he must have loved it too because he…finished on me,” Vivien’s voice dropped to a whisper at the end.

“Wait, what? Elvis finished just from humping you through your underwear?” Roxanne sounded shocked.

“Yeah, then he used his fingers to make sure I finished too. He said he had to take care of me.” Vivien beamed at the thought of how considerate he was. She knew from Roxanne that not many guys were like that. “After that he got some towels to clean us off. It’s funny because he seemed almost shy to be naked in front of me after it was over. He was sort of trying to hide behind the towel when he saw me looking at him still.”

“Well yeah, Viv, I don’t think men like to be stared at when their thing is soft,” Roxanne laughed. “When it’s just hanging there like a cute little mushroom.”

Vivien’s brow furrowed at the description. “It didn’t really look like a mushroom. More like a, um, like a caterpillar in a cocoon. A nice thick cocoon,” she added dreamily.

“Are you telling me Elvis is not circumcised?” Roxanne asked with a quizzical expression, as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

“Um, I don’t know, I guess not,” Vivien shrugged. Since she hadn’t known what to expect, the thought really hadn’t crossed her mind.

Roxanne wrinkled her nose in mild disgust. “That’s weird, I wonder why not.” Vivien rolled her eyes. Roxanne’s judgments over superficial things were a bit much at times.

“Who cares? I thought it was perfect.” Vivien tried to keep her annoyance under the surface, but it was clearly rising.

‘

“I’m sorry, Viv, I wasn’t meaning to insult him. I know how protective you get when you love someone.” Roxanne reached over and squeezed her hand. Vivien turned to look at her, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Vivien shook her head as the tears started rolling down her cheeks.

“I do love him, Rox. I’m scared of how much I feel for him already.” Vivien let Roxanne pull her into a hug as she continued. “I haven’t even told you the worst part yet. I thought he was feeling the same way about me, and then when I left the hotel, I’m almost positive I saw Priscilla arriving.” She sniffled into Roxanne’s shoulder. “It just hit me so hard, y’know? Like I’m falling in love while he has this whole other life with this person.”

Roxanne rubbed her back soothingly. “It’s okay, Viv. You don’t know what she was doing there; it could have been just to bring their daughter by. He told you not to worry about it, right? I’m sure he needs to sort some things out, but I think the only thing you can do at this point is to follow your heart.”

“I’m trying, but it’s so hard. He hasn’t even called me this week.” Vivien let the tears continue to fall while Roxanne rocked her like a baby.

Two hours later, Vivien was walking up the stairs to her apartment, feeling a little better after watching some television with Roxanne. As she reached the landing, Mrs. Quimp popped her head out from next door. “Y’know dearie,” she started in that pleasant yet judgmental way, “If you’re going to have people calling all hours of the night, you might want to invest in one of those machines that answers your phone for you. I’ve been hearin’ it ring for near on an hour now.”

Vivien glanced down at her watch and saw it was 9pm. Hardly “all hours of the night,” she thought as she rolled her eyes. “I’ll be sure to look into that,” she said sweetly as she slipped into her apartment before Mrs. Quimp could offer more helpful advice. She tossed her purse on the counter and grabbed the pale blue phone receiver. “Hello?”

“Baby, w-w-where the hell ya been?” Elvis spluttered out. “I-I-I was ‘bout ta send out a search party for ya.”

“Elvis? I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were calling,” Vivien responded, totally caught off guard by his slight hostility.

Elvis let out a little sigh. “It’s okay honey, I-I was just’ gettin’ worried about ya.” He cleared his throat a little bit. “So, w-w-where were ya? On a hot date?” He said it casually, but his sweet stutter belied his nerves, and Vivien was surprised, and honestly a little flattered, to detect a hint of jealousy in his tone.

“No, of course not, silly,” she laughed. “I was with Roxanne. The only man I want a hot date with is halfway across the country.” Vivien could picture the crooked simile she knew was spreading across his handsome face.

“Is that right? Who ya seein’ in New York, baby?” Elvis let out a loud laugh at his own joke.

“Very funny,” Vivien giggled. “You know it’s you. And I want to see more of you.”

“I think ya seen ‘bout all there is ta see, honey,” Elvis teased.

Vivien blushed at that. “Well, I want to see it all again then. It looked so good the first time.”

“Not disappointed then?” Elvis’ tone was still light and joking, but Vivien thought she detected the tiniest bit of insecurity in his voice. The weird look of disgust on Roxanne’s face flashed through her mind, and she wondered if Elvis had ever seen that look on a woman’s face in his most vulnerable moments. The idea that someone so amazing could also be nervous and insecure somehow both soothed her and broke her heart. She felt determined to make him see the beauty that she saw.

“Disappointed? Oh, no, you looked absolutely perfect. I could stare at you all day,” Vivien murmured, her face growing hot at the thought of it.

“You’re a sweet little weirdo, y’know that?” Elvis laughed, glad she couldn’t see the way she made him blush with her compliments.

“Well, it takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Vivien teased.

“It sure do, baby. Now when ya gonna come back and see me so we can stare at each other?”

“Oh, um, Joe told me I couldn’t be there once the camera crews arrived,” Vivien explained.

The tension immediately returned to Elvis’ voice. “Baby, don’ ya worry ‘bout him. We already had a conversation, and if he wants ta keep his job, he’ll mind his own goddamn business.” He sighed and continued, “I ain’t mad at ya honey, jus’ don’ worry ‘bout any of that, okay? Remember to jus’ stay in the moment with me. I need ya with me. Everything feels better with you, Vivien. Everything,” he repeated.

Vivien’s heart melted a little bit. “Okay, of course I’ll come. I just didn’t want to be in the way.”

“Honey, ya ain’t in the way if I want ya here, okay? I’ll make the arrangements for next weekend. I can’t wait ta see ya again.”

*************************************************

Elvis kicked off his boots, peeled off his socks, draped his heavy belt over the chair, and flopped onto the giant bed in his suite. He set his glasses on the nightstand and patted the spot next to him. “C’mere honey, take off your sandals and lay by me. I gotta unwind before dinner.” Vivien obeyed and settled in next to him, leaning her head on the sleeve of his cherry blossom shirt. “You got some cute yittle sooties, honey,” Elvis announced as he nudged one of VIvien’s feet with his own.

“What, my feet?” she asked, trying to figure out what sooties were. She was slowly but surely adding all of Elvis’ special little words to her vocabulary.

“Yeah, I like how your toenails and fingernails match,” he said as he stared at them with a little grin. “You should try pink next time. That would look real nice on ya, baby.”

“Maybe I will,” Vivien smiled. “Your feet are pretty cute, too.”

Elvis laughed. “Oh, ya like how two of my toes are partly connected?”

Vivien kneeled up on the bed to get a better look.

“Aww, look at those cute little toesies!” she cooed, grabbing one of his feet and nibbling at his toes like he was a little boy. Elvis laughed and squirmed, trying to pull his foot away. “Oh, is someone ticklish?” Vivien teased, running her fingertips over the bottom of his foot.

“B-b-baby, st-stop it,” Elvis pleaded, his laughter now completely uncontrolled.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Vivien asked playfully as she moved the tickling up under his pant leg, around his ankle.

“L-lemme show ya,” Elvis gasped out, and he leaned up and pounced on her, rolling them both over so he was laying on top of her. He immediately lunged in for a deep, passionate kiss. Vivien relished the way his marshmallow-soft lips smashed into hers, his tongue prodding its way into her mouth. He pulled back slightly and stared into her eyes. “Ya feel Little Elvis?” Vivien nodded, feeling his arousal growing harder, pressing into her. “You, uh, gonna kiss me there again, honey?” Elvis asked, his face turning a deep crimson.

Vivien nodded again, reaching up to stroke his flushed cheek. “Elvis, I think I’d do anything to make you happy,” she whispered. The way he smiled at that made her feel like he was looking into her very soul.

“You’re such a giving person, Vivien. So am I. There’s somethin’ I’ve really been wantin’ to do for ya.” Elvis shifted gently off of her and reached his hand slowly under her dress, pulling her panties down and removing them completely.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Vivien asked anxiously as Elvis lifted the hem of her dress and started inching down between her legs.

Elvis looked up with that adorable, lopsided, heart-melting grin. “You’re so sweet ta me Vivien, that I jus’ know ya gotta taste sweet too.” Vivien remembered what she had forgotten to ask Roxanne about, but it was too late now. She could feel her body trembling as Elvis pushed her legs further apart. “Shh, ‘s okay honey,” he rubbed her thigh soothingly with his thumb. “You jus’ relax and enjoy the ride.” She grabbed his hair as the waves of pleasure began to overtake her, Elvis’ tongue dancing across every inch of her body.

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[eddieschains]

Trick Or Treat

A/N: a cute lil fluffy fic about Eddie and your little sister on halloween

Word Count: 1.2k

TW// i don’t think there’s anything other than i didn’t proof read so pls ignore any mistakes 🫶🏽

Eddie and your little sister always had a special bond with each other. He treated her as if she was his own, and made sure she always felt welcome in his home. Sometimes after school when you had to work later than normal, she’d take the bus to the trailer park just to spend time with him. He always took care of her just as well, if not better than you.

There was one thing they bonded over the most. Halloween. She loved the idea of carving pumpkins, watching scary movies, and trick or treating. She had asked Eddie to take her this year, but as he got busier with work and the band, he had to stay behind. But he promised to make it up to her by the end of the night.

You took the day off of work, knowing how much she loved this night, you wanted to be with her for every moment of it. From helping her with her costume, to making a route for trick or treating so she’d hit all the good houses with the king size candy bars.

You walked around Hawkins for a good couple hours before making your way over to the trailer park to spend the rest of the night with Eddie. Little Kelsey skipped all the way down the gravel road, singing one of those Dio songs Eddie had taught her.

You try your best to keep up behind her, but once she spots the Munson trailer, she’s off. She sprints over to the driveway, excitement filling her tiny body as she notices Eddie’s van in the driveway. You finally catch up to her, having to hold her back from barging inside.

“Hold on, you gotta knock on the door.” You tell her as you both walk up to the front porch. She knocks her fist on the door furiously as you both wait for Eddie. Soon enough, the door swings open, as Eddie stands in front of both of you with a wide smile. “Trick or treat?” You ask with a smirk.

“Depends on if you’re the treat or not.” He smirks back, wrapping his arms around you and planting a deep kiss to your lips.

You giggle in his arms before he feels a small hand tugging at his jeans. He looks down to see Kelsey’s bright eyes staring up at him, before he’s removing himself from you and picking her up, swinging her around in his arms.

“There’s my little munchkin.” He smiles, blowing raspberries across her face as she bursts out laughing. He sets her back down on the ground, ruffling her hair. “Well aren’t you the cutest witch of the west.” She giggles and mumbles a soft thank you.

Both of you walk inside, Kelsey immediately jumping on the couch to start going through her candy. You join Eddie in the kitchen as he prepares some hot chocolate for you all.

“How was work?” You ask, wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“It was alright. Couldn’t wait to see you guys though.” He smiles, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

He pours the drink in 3 mugs, topping it with whipped cream and mini marshmallows, just the way he and Kelsey like it. He sits down next to her, handing her the cocoa as he turns the TV on.

“Beetlejuice?” He asks, turning to Kelsey as she nods, taking a sip of her cocoa. He smiles and turns the movie on, cuddling her into his side. “Get anything good?”

She starts going through the candy in her little pumpkin bowl, pulling out all the best ones. “There’s this one house by the school that was handing out the big ones. And she let me take three!”

“Oh really? You gonna save one for me?” He teases, grabbing the candy from her and pretending to start opening it.

“I guess we can share.” She sighs, letting him take one of the bars. You both chuckle as you continue watching the movie. Eddie and Kelsey eat the candy as he listens to all her stories from tonight.

Whenever Kelsey was around, she was all Eddie paid attention to. You might as well not have even been there. But you didn’t mind. You loved watching them bond and have fun together. Those were honestly some of your favorite moments.

A couple hours pass by and the movie ends. You look at the clock and notice it’s getting late, so you stand up from the couch and start gathering your things.

“Alright, I think it’s time to get you home, huh?” You say looking at your sister.

“Noooo I wanna stay.” She pouts as she curls closer into Eddie.

“Kels, it’s late and Eddie and I both have work tomorrow.” You argue.

“It’s okay, let her stay the night. You can stay too.” Eddie responds, earning an annoyed look from you. He wraps his arms around her as they both look at you with their best puppy dog eyes, and in unision let out a whiny pleaseeee.

You sigh, eventually giving in. “Fine. But you’re going to sleep by 10pm sharp.” Eddie looks at her and winks, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapping it around her.

You sit next to Eddie, cuddling into his other side as he places a blanket on top of you as well.

“My favorite girls.” He smiles before placing a kiss on your forehead as he starts another movie.

The three of you watch the movie in almost total silence, until Kelsey’s soft snores break through. Eddie looks down at her passed out in his lap, and he starts playing with her hair to soothe her.

“When can we have one?” He asks unexpectedly. You were focused on the movie while nearly falling asleep yourself, so you didn’t fully register it at first.

You lift your head up from his shoulder and mumble a simple hm?

“When can we have one?” He asks again with just as much sincerity, this time turning his attention towards you.

You scoff, thinking he’s joking before his face tells you a different story. “Oh, you’re serious.” He chuckles softly and kisses your lips softly.

“Deadly. This is all I want. Spending nights with you and our own little munchkin.” He looks back over at a sleeping Kelsey, smiling from ear to ear. “What a dream.”

“We’re only in our 20s, babe. Haven’t even got a place to ourselves yet.” You were always the voice of reason in situations like these.

“So we’ll get a place. We’re looking anyway. We’ll get a place, and we’ll save up, and… and we’ll have a baby. A family.” He continues trying to reason with you, his eyes practically pleading with you to say yes.

You think about it for a moment, think about how nice it would be to start a family with Eddie. But, you know it’s not something you can just decide right now.

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow. Just get some sleep right now, okay?” You kiss his cheek and cuddle up closer into his side, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

He smiles and nods, wrapping his arms around the both of you and placing a soft kiss to both of your heads. “Goodnight, sweets.”

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (6)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Angst/Fluff (& Humor!)

Word Count: 2.7K

<Chapter 5

6. Ducky

“Okay, so is it true that your birthday is October 31st?” she asks

“Haha, no.”

“Really? When is it then?”

He puts his finger to his chin “Nobody was really keeping time when I was created, so I’m not really sure.” He grins at her “I was never ‘born’ either, so it’s a bit of a moot point. When’s your birthday?”

“November 1st,” she answers “I was born in 1996.”

“Wait, what year is it on Earth?”

“Well, it was 2024 when I died so…”

“Golly! That’s it? It feels like it’s been an eternity!”

“Well, that is an eternity to us!” Voe laughs

She had been spending a bit of time with Lucifer since he had consoled her the week before. She was in his tower now, just getting to know him a bit better, trading information about each other.

“Is your hat your crown?”

He glances back at his top hat on the desk “Yeah, kind of. It has a crown in it.”

She gets giddy “Can I wear it?”

“Sure!’ He hands it to her and she squeals all excited

She takes the hat and places it on her head, taking selfies with it on.

“You wanna take a picture?”

“You want to take a picture? With me?” he seems shocked and caught a bit off guard

“Fuck yeah! Come here!” she reaches for him and he comes into the frame of her camera “Okay let’s do silly faces.” They make funny eyes and stick their tongues out, laughing at themselves the whole time

“Can we do cutesy pictures?” He asks

“Of course King!” She presses her face against his face and they both do cute little smiles, he blows a raspberry against her cheek while she laughs when a knock is heard at the door

“Come in!” Lucifer calls

It’s Charlie. She comes in sounding bright as ever “Hey Dad I just wanted to see if you-“ She stops in her tracks, retreating into herself “Hey Voe.”

“Hey,” she waves at the Princess

Lucifer sits up straight “What did you need sweetie?”

“I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out or talk, but I see that you’re busy so I’ll-“

“No no, me and Ducky were just finishing up.”

“Ducky?” Charlie questions while Lucifer blushes

Voe stands “That’s me. I suppose I can head out. Bye Luci,” she bats her lashes at him going to walk out “Oh!’ She takes the hat off of her head and hands it to Charlie “Put that back please?” exiting the room.

She takes the elevator down to the parlor, where Angel, Niffty, Husk, and Alastor are occupying the space. Occupying the same space, but all doing separate things. She heads over to Angel, who’s lying on the couch texting on his phone.

“Hiya,”

“‘Sup?”

“Just editing these pictures.”

“Don’t make ‘em too bright,”

She snorts “That’s a rookie’s mistake. I’m a pro.”

“Okay pro,” he smiles, his gold tooth shining in the parlor light “What’s the picture of?” She tilts her phone over to show him the photo “Is that Lucifer? When was you taking pics with the big dick in charge?”

Voe smirks “Just a few minutes ago, then Charlie came up and-“

“Interrupted you ‘bout to get dick from the big dick?”

Voe turns pinkish and pushes the spider “Uhh no!”

“Mhmm, I know how you get down dollface.”

Niffty crawls into her lap “Can I see Mommy?”

Angel raises his brow, Voe whispers “I don’t know, she just started calling me that.” She puts the phone in front of Niffty

“Ooo, look at his claws! *Rawr*” Niffty bares her little claws

“Real close to your neck toots” 

“Okay, it’s not even all that.” Voe rolls her eyes

Angel seems very unconvinced, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes.

She turns to the kitchen where Alastor is focused on yet another meal “What you cookin’ today Bucky?”

“Something casual,” Alastor responds “Just spaghetti.”

“Better not be breaking the noodles,” Angel says vaguely threatening

“What’s wrong with breaking the noodles?” she asked him, now rubbing Niffty’s hair.

Angel looks at her disgusted “Everything,”

“Such as?”

“I don’t even wanna talk about it,”

She shrugs “I just assumed you would break the noodles. Like, does everyone not break them?”

“I can’t believe this. W-what am I hearing?”

“You break the noodles Bucky?”

“Of course my dear.”

Angel covers his ears “I’m living in a hotel of heathens!”

Voe looks around “Everyone I’ve ever known or seen cook spaghetti has broken the noodles. I mean, how else would you fit them in the pot?”

“You’re supposed to boil the bottom and then push the rest in!”

“How do you know when to do that?”

“You keep watching it!” Angel curls up into a ball “This conversation is painful!”

Voe shrugs “Maybe it’s just a Black person thing.” She turns around toward Alastor “Are you Black?” Voe asked the Radio Demon, getting microphone feedback in response. The others stare at her “What?”

“Hey! How would you feel if someone asked you if you were Black?” Angel chimed in 

“I’d feel fine, and I’d answer. Because I am Black.”

“Really? I thought you were Italian like me.”

“Okay, first me being Italian would not preclude me from being Black, and second, why does everyone think I’m Italian?” she pinches her fingers together

“First of all, your hand gestures, second of all your accent.” “I’m just from New York!”

“Hey me too!”

“That doesn’t matter!” She turns back to Alastor “Are you Black?”

Alastor’s brain doesn’t know how to process that question, so he is frozen in place while Voe sits and waits for an answer.

“Hey.” She goes up to him to make sure he hears her. “Are you?”

He turns to face her, his smile static and unnerving “Why?” his eyelid is twitching

“Well, you’re a Louisiana boy, and you said that your mom made that jambalaya recipe, and you speak French. And also you break the noodles”

“So?” Angel asked from the couch

Voe turns to acknowledge him “So…that sounds like a recipe for a Creole.” She turns back to Alastor “Are you?”

“N-no,” he lies

Voe watches him for a few moments after he answers. She does not believe him but does not press him, as she can finally sense his unease with the question, and decides to get more information later.

_____________________________________________________

“So what exactly does it mean to be an Overlord?”

Voe stood in the parlor in front of her mounted smartphone and waited for the audience to give her responses.

be a bad bitch

be Bomb

be powerfll

“Well, that can’t be it. ‘Cuz if that was it, I’d already be one!” She tosses her hair back over her shoulder.

the Vs are overlords

yeah!!

true true

“Oh, they are, are they?” Voe strokes her chin with her index finger “But like, what does that mean?”

being an overlord is about owning souls mamas

“Owning souls? Is that why Velvette asked me to sign away ownership of mine?”

you work for velvette???? no wayyyy

i wish she owned my soul :(

tbh i’d give you my soul if you asked

“Wait,” she acknowledges the last comment “You’d give me your soul? Just like that? You wouldn’t want anything for it?”

hell yea!

fuck yes

i’d get to see that ass evryday that’s enuf for me

Voe ponders a bit more “Wait, so how many of you would want me to own you if I was an Overlord?”

Lots of commenters sent in hand emojis, indicating that they would want to be owned by her. She smirked at the thought of gaining that kind of power.

back in the day you had to kill other overlords

that’s what the radio demon did

he was killin’ all them bitches!

“So, Alastor is an Overlord?” She leans into the camera to read the comments

yeah!

he’s like the most powerful one

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

that’s debatable

i think the vees are btter tbh

“Okay, you guy’s spelling mistakes are driving me mad!” she huffs in frustration

BITCH GOT HIS ASS KICKED :P

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

REMEMBER THAT SHIT???

YOOOOOOOO

“What are you talking about?” She asked the live

yooo she got here after the whole shit with extermination day!!

“Extermination day?? What the fuck?! Explain, now”

 BASICALLY EXTERMINATION DAY IS WHEN HEAVEN COMES DOWN AND KILLS US LIKE EVERY YEAR, SO WE DON’T LIKE OVERPOPULAT E OR WHATEVER

AND LAST EXTERMINATION DYA RADIO DEMON FOUGHT THE LEADER OF THE ANGELS

adam

YEA ADAM

and adam kicked his ass

HE RAN AWAY LIKE A PUSSY

“Um, ew gendered language. And oh, this is not something I knew. I love all the tea being spilled tonight.” She pretends to drink from a teacup

NAH HE WEAK FR

tbh you could prolly kick his pussy ass

“Well, I don’t wanna fight him. I don’t really fight men.” she leans back from the camera “I destroy them from the inside.” she clenches her fist with evil intent in her eyes. “Wait, if he’s an Overlord though, does that mean he owns souls?”

FUCK YEAH

he owns mad souls

HIS BITCH ASS OWNS ME

Voe sits and ponders this new information. If Alastor is an Overlord and had this much power at his disposal, why was she given so much leeway? 

“Does he get like really rampage-y when he’s mad?”

hell yeah

can’t believe you’ve been there all this time and haven’t heard all this stuff

THIS BITCH BEEN UNDER A ROCK

he use to rip peoples souls apart and put them on his radio broadcast

“Ohhh, that’s why he’s called the Radio Demon.  Okay, that makes way more sense, because I deadass thought it was because y’all knew man’s was obsessed with radio and old 1920s-looking shit and I’m like how did y’all figure that out? Like, did he tell y’all that? Like why would he tell y’all that?”

wait wym girl??

nah do tell

1920s shit like what??

“Oh, like obviously he’s obsessed with radios, but like he won’t let Charlie update the TV, even though he’s not the one that has to watch it. I’m like ‘Girl stand up for yourself!’, but she don’t. He also gets mad when he sees other people using their phones. Like, how you mad that other people are enjoying tech after 1930? Like, we not making you use it. And he still looks at me sideways when I talk about being an influencer. He told me ‘that’s not a real thing’, like obvi, it is!” She starts laughing as she remembers something “BRUH, guys like a few weeks ago, he saw my speaker, which looks like this,” she lifts her speaker into the camera “ and was like ‘that’s not a speaker, it is a box with small holes in it.’ and I’m like ‘no???’ and I stood there and explained to this GROWN ASS MAN how Bluetooth works, and when I was done, he looked at me like this.” She tilts her head to the side and opens her eyes wide to an exaggerated degree, to look stupid “like his brain didn’t work or something” She starts cackling and clapping at how amused she is with herself.

girl

GIRL

oooo you in trouble lmao

BITCH WATCH OUT!

NAH WE BOUT TO SEE THE TUMBLE OF THE CENTURY XD

“Hmm?” her laughter dies down, she raises a brow “What?”

Alastor clears his throat behind her, and she turns to meet his gaze. “If you have something to say, my dear, say it to me. Not to your little ‘fans’ on your little picture box.”

“Well, the thing I’m recounting was a conversation we had, so it’s not like you were unaware of it. Or did you forget?” She crosses her arms “Fossil,”

Alastor widens his eyes, surprised at her boldness, given the things he knew about her. This was the direction she wanted to take their relationship in? After the things he’d seen? 

“My dear, did we forget your bout of tears because I did not want you touching me?”

A blush rises up her neck “I told you I wasn’t crying. And that’s not even why I was upset.”

“Really? And why were you so upset? Apparently, you cried to Lucifer? Or so I’ve heard.”

“I was upset because you’re an ass, and I didn’t cry to Lucifer. He just happened to be there. Why does it matter to you anyway? Why are you keeping tabs on me? Why do you need to know what I’m up to and who I’m with hmm?”

“Why do you need to talk about me?”

“I don’t. My viewers just brought you up, and I told them something that I thought was funny. You can relax Bucky, you are not the center of the universe.”

Alastor looks at her full of condescension, and dissipates into shadows. Voe turns back to her still going live. “Yeah, trot along deer boy.”

girl i was already planning your funeral

I THOUGHT WE WAS GONNA LOSE U :’(

see? pussy

“Okay, I’m still not liking the gendered language,” she speaks to the screen

____________________________________________________

“Who is it?”

“It’s me!” Voe opens the door, leaning in “Ducky,” she bites her lip, teasing him before entering

Lucifer slaps his forehead “I cannot believe I said that in front of Charlie.”

“Me either, but I’m owning it. I’m a cute little duckling.” She laughs sitting down next to him “What’s up on the agenda Your Majesty?’

“I told you, you can just call me Lucifer,” his eyes are kind and soft

“I know, but I like the power dynamics involved.” she makes her eyes seductive

Lucifer’s neck turns red and he loosens his tie slightly “I’m just sorting all my rubber ducks.” he tells her

“Hmm,” She reaches over him for his top hat, and the blush rises further up his throat. She places the hat on her head “I love this thing,” 

He stares at her and sighs, smiling. He blinks regaining his thoughts “Did you want to see them?”

“The ducks? Sure!”

He gestures to his creations, she starts touching them. He clears his throat “I saw your live by the way. Good job, standing up for yourself,”

Voe widens her eyes “The King of Hell watched my live?”

He laughs “Yeah! I’ve been watching them since I met you!”

“Wow, I am honored!” She smiles really big and it’s sweet

“Oh c’mon, it’s not anything more special than us sitting here and talking.”

“I’m honored for that too.”

He waves her off “It’s nothing.”

“No,” she touches his hand “I really am honored. I’m being serious. You’re the King of Hell, who knows what important stuff you have to be doing. Including making these ducks! But you took the time to console me when I was upset. I mean, I’m pretty important, but compared to a King? It really means a lot to me. Thank you.”

Lucifer’s eyes are watery while listening to her, but he scrambles to hide it when she looks back up at him

“Is this a Charlie duck?” She holds up one that looks like his daughter

He blushes “Um, yeah. I made it for her, but haven’t found the right time to give it to her.”

She looks through them further “And Vaggie!”

Lucifer mumbles under his breath “Oh, Vaggie”

“Here’s Niffty, and Husker, How did you make one of Angel? And-“ she looks back at Lucifer with wide eyes and a laugh dancing on her lips “Is this Alastor?”

Lucifer’s blush takes over his whole face “I make them when I’m feeling intense emotion.”

“Wow, I’ve never seen a rubber duck look murderous before. Oh-“ she picks up a little stick “Is this its tiny cane?” She laughs in delight “These are amazing. You have to make me one, please. I will pay you.”

“Oh no no no, definitely not. If I make you one, it’s on the house.”

She moves closer “Not if Lucifer, when. You are going to make me a rubber duck that looks like me.” She walks her fingers up his chest and pulls on his bowtie “Understand?”

He swallows “Yes ma’am.”

“That’s right, be a good boy for Ducky.” she winks

A/N: Hey! Here to remind you to PLEASE comment when you're done reading! Comment and reblog to let me (the author) know how much you liked it! Thanks, and have a great day!

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Goodnight apple~ (Hazbin Hotel tickle fanfic)

A/N: I got inspired by a drawing by @olaine25 and lemme tell you it's super cute! Enjoy this fanfic y'all

Summary: When Charlie isn't in bed, Lucifer decides to diminish her energy. And what better way than a little tickle fight between a princess and a king.

Charlie sang a soft tune to herself as she played in her room with her favorite plush toys. She was supposed to be in bed at 7 but it was now 9:03 and she was still craving her energy. The little princess laughed and giggled still remembering how she tricked Razzle and Dazzle into thinking she was asleep. The twin goats had come in earlier to check on her a couple of minutes ago, but she had already raced to her bed and covered herself in her pink blanket.

Now, the princess was twirling around, her plush toy monkey wrapped around her neck. "Weeeee!" she cried as she danced with the monkey in her room. Just as the princess was about to pick up another one of her toys, there was a knock at the door.

"Charlotte MorningStar." Charlie gasped quietly, yanked the monkey off her shoulders, and zoomed towards her bed. The little demon pulled the covers over her body and stayed as still as a stick. Her father, the king of Hell, opened the door to his daughter's room and softly closed the door behind him.

Lucifer placed his staff against the wall as he observed Charlie's room. It was a mess. Tones of childish toys are scattered all over the floor. The King rolled his eyes and smiled. Oh how much he loved his little girl. It's been hard for them both ever since Lilith.... left. Every time he looked at his beautiful Charlotte, he'd see his wife. He will never be able to get her image out of his head. But at the same time, he didn't want to.

Lucifer eyed the lump on his daughter's bed and heard a faint giggle from her mouth. The King of Hell smirked and took off his white coat, placing it next to his staff against the wall. "Charlie~" he teased as he watched Charlie wiggle her toes. Lucifer made his way over to her bed and sat at the edge. "Are you awake?" he asked, but the princess gave him no response. Lucifer poked one of her feet, making her squeak from under the covers. "You're supposed to be asleep my little apple." Only a cute giggle was heard from the blanket before Lucifer repositioned himself so he was sitting cross-legged on his daughter's bed. He grabbed Charlie's ankle and began to wiggle his fingers on the sole of her foot. Charlie squealed into her pillow, muffling the sound of her giggles. "Charlie, is that you? Is my little apple tickle tickle ticklish?"

"Dahahahahaddy!" Charlie cried from her pillow as Lucifer grabbed her other ankle and gave her gentle love bites on her toes. "Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom."

"DADDY HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" At this point, Charlie couldn't hide in her laughter anymore. She banged her fist on her bed as her father pulled her towards him and rolled her over onto her back. "I knew you were awake," Lucifer said his fingers dancing their way towards her belly. "Look at this little belly. I'm gonna eat it all up."

"No! Daddy no!" Charlie pleaded as her father lifted her shirt a bit and leaned his face into her belly. "Here I come~," he says before sucking in a breath and blowing a raspberry in her tummy. The princess practically screamed with joy. Lucifer gave her a few short ones, making Charlie's laughter go up an octave, and one long one. "Mmmm this tastes so good," he said planting several kisses on her bellybutton.

Charlie felt her father pulling her closer, his hands clamping her sides. "Daddy please!" she cried as Lucifer looked at her right in her eyes. "You gonna go to sleep apple?"

"YEHEHEHEHES!"

"For real~?"

"Yes, Daddy yes!" Charlie replied as Lucifer gave her one last raspberry on her cheek, tossed her in the air, and caught her with ease. Lucifer purposely fell on top of the bed on his back, holding his giggly daughter in his arms. Lucifer kissed Charlie's forehead and smirked. "Why weren't you in bed?" he asked as Charlie blushed and hid her face in her dad's shirt. Lucifer chuckled, wiggling his finger in her neck. "Tickle tickle tickle." Charlie shrugged her shoulder but that didn't stop her father from tickling the other side. "Come on, tell me baby~"

"I wasn't hehehehehehe sleepy ehehehehehe," Charlie said, letting out a yawn. "Well, you're sleepy now," Lucifer said tucking his daughter in and pulling the covers up to her neck. "Goodnight my little apple," he said as Charlie mumbled a goodnight before sleep consumed her. Lucifer smiled at his precious daughter, giving her one last kiss on her cheek before silently stepping out of the room.