#oh no duck lays eggs

[crabrat]

Aight :)))))))

I’m sobbing :)))))))

Every thing is fine :)))))

[evie-sturns]

skinny dip - Chris Sturniolo

summary: where a late night beach trip with your boyfriend chris turns into skinny dipping with him.

contains: fluff, swearing, skinny dipping, a bit short cause i’m busy as shit.

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8:55pm

i lay a pink striped towel across the cool sand, the entire beach is completely empty except for chris and i.

chris flops down on the towel,

“chris! you’ve put sand all over it!” i groan,

he almost giggles, a stupid grin on his face as he lays back on his elbows.

i huff sarcastically before sitting down beside him,

the sun rests on the horizon, creating a glaring sunset.

“you know, this sunset is almost as beautiful as you.” he smirks,

i burst out laughing, “you are such a cornball oh my god.” i say in between laughs as i clasp a hand over his mouth.

“what!! i thought that was a good one!” he pouts, trying to hold back a smile.

i wrap my arms around his waist and cuddle close to his side, resting my head in the crook of his arm.

a peaceful silence stays between the two of us, the only sounds being the waves crashing on the shoreline, alongside seagulls squawking.

“did i ever tell you about my fear of seagulls?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“no….” i say back, my eyebrow quirking up.

“oh god, well when i was like 6 or something at this beach, matt decided to throw his whoooole lunch into the sand and all the seagulls came down and took over our setup”

“you are JOKING.” i laugh, he shakes his head

“i wish i was.”

i giggle before sitting up,

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10:56pm

by now the sun has almost fully set

the water looks crystal clear from what i can see, and the moon is casting light on the water.

the waves are small and clean, and i’m overheating on this towel.

“chris.” i say,

he looks up at me with a small hum,

“i wanna go swimming.” i state, he shakes his head,

“we can go back to the house for swimsuits, but i didn’t bring ‘em.” he replies,

“let’s just skinny dip then i don’t know!” i grin,

he laughs it off as a joke,

“no actually, just think-“ i start but chris cuts me off

“last one in the water is a rotten egg.” he says,

“you are an ACTUAL child.” i reply with,

i look over at him and he’s frantically tugging his shirt off,

i pull mine off, discarding it on the towel, my bra follows shortly after.

i scramble up onto my feet and undo my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles, doing the same with my panties.

just then i see chris charging past me, his feet kicking up sand as he runs down the beach.

i almost fall over the towel as i run after him, catching up to him.

our loud laughs fill the empty beach as he wraps his hands around my waist, picking me up as he keeps running,

“chris!” i squeal, he throws me over his shoulder as he runs into the water with us.

the waves hit his knees forcefully, causing us both to tip over into the sea.

he finally lets me go, i float up to the surface where chris is spluttering out water.

“i think i just drank half the ocean-“ he coughs,

“that wouldn’t of happened if you didn’t snatch me up!” i laugh, looking at chris.

his features are barely lit up from the lack of light, but i can see the outline of him.

the water sloshes around my waist,

chris reaches behind me and grabs my ass, picking me up, i wrap my legs behind his back.

suddenly he launches me two meters in the opposite direction, i scream as i hit the water.

he ducks under the water as swims over to me, grabbing my leg.

i squeal, he comes up to the surface with a wide smile,

“christopher- i swear to god i thought you were a shark i’m gonna kill you.” i breathe heavily, inspecting his face as he holds back a laugh.

“i’m sorry for scaring you sweetheart.” he grins, grabbing my hand.

my teeth chatter together, “are you cold?” he asks,

i nod, he spins around and i jump on his back.

i slide down his bare back as he attempts to take us out of the water,

he finally makes it up onto the sand, and i slide fully off of him, my back hitting the sand

“oh-“ he says, looking back as i lay in the dry sand.

he flops down beside me, the sand sticking to our wet bodies.

he rolls over to me, coating himself fully in sand

“you’ve made it worse!” i smile, he pulls me close to his waist and press a kiss to my lips

“i love you” he pecks kisses all over my face,

“love you to.” i grin, taking handfuls of sand and sprinkling it on his chest

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[deadghosy]

“Mom/dad! I had a nightmare!”:

Charlie: “it’s okay! Momma will protect you my little goblin. Just lay down with me.”

Lucifer: immediately stays up with you as he makes you ducks

Vaggie: (yawn) “alright kiddo, enough horror movies for a month.”

Alastor: “oh my sweet little doe. I’m sure your nightmare meant nothing.”

Husk: *grumbles* “come here kid.” (tucks you into bed)

Angel dust: “*yawn* sure kiddo. Come sleep with papa.”

Adam: “ehh…I guess you can sleep with me kid.”

Lute: “…..go to sleep.”

Pentious: “I’ll make you some hot chocolate while the egg boiz keep you company.”

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: attention pls

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: M (minors DNI)

genre: fluff and smut

pairing: lucifer x reader

summary: lucifer just wants your undivided attention… and he’ll do whatever he needs to so he can have it.

sitting on the couch, you made a comfy spot in the corner. leaning your body into the side as your face was propped up on your left hand. your legs lazily tucked next to you. there was enough space for a someone to cuddle up right on your thigh, so lucifer took advantage of that when he saw you. he proceeded to lay against your plush hip, cuddling your thigh to himself as you chuckled.

“you can move up, you know?” you tell him as you scroll on your phone, glancing at him.

“i know but your thighs are just so… comfy!” he explains, his hands grabbing bits of your thigh and then letting go. you roll your eyes, but your right hand goes to his head, absentmindedly combing through his golden locks and go back to your phone. though lucifer was upset, not that you knew as he poured against your thigh, as something was taking away his darlings attention. you felt him grin against your thigh, as he hatched (haha get it? hatched like an egg… because ducks… never mind) a plan.

you felt his fingers trail up your thigh that was resting on the couch, from your knee to your inner thigh. your breath hitched as he drew circles close to your heat. your eyes widening as his hand rested gently in between your legs and then his fingers gently traced down your heat as far as he could and then back up and around your hips.

“lu-luce… what?” your voice breathless as his touch takes your breath away.

“pay attention to me.” he states plainly, moving up a bit and skillfully lifting your leg he had chosen to koala hug just a bit, his fingers going through your pant opening, past your underwear and finding your clit quickly. the moan that is forced out of you doesn’t sound for long as he quickly increases pressure, your voice then getting caught in your throat.

“i-faster… please… oh luce…” you’re not even sure what you are saying, what you want to say. all you know is that, “you can’t stop. please don’t stop!” you cry out as he rubs your clit quicker. your hand grips onto the couch arm while your right hand threads back in his hair. you chance a look down, seeing he is watching you and the look in his eyes coupled with the pleasure you feel, your head is thrown back as you try to lift your hips up for more. he moans against your stomach, kissing every square inch he can reach with out moving, when you accidentally pull his hair.

“i-im so close. please lucifer!” you cry out, his pace not changing as you double over and your orgasm washes over you. he helps you ride out your orgasm and then removes his fingers from you, looking up at you with a dopey smile.

“that got your attention.” his eyes half lidded as he settles back on your thigh, burrowing into your skin and holding your thigh to him. you pet his hair as you look mildly bewildered and then you hear a little snore from him and you chuckle. picking up your phone, you go back to social media. Since he was asleep now, he didn’t truly need your undivided attention, now did he?

[themotherofhorses]

When handmaid!reader was pregnant, did Aemond ever suck on her titties? Did Aemond do the thing where the husband is behind na pregnant woman and carried the weight of the baby?

oh of course he did. c'mon, aemond's totally a boob guy (do not argue with me on that). in fact, here is a small drabble over that:

pairing: aemond targaryen x handmaid!reader

warnings: tiddy sucking and simp aemond.

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She’s begun to tire more easily as the children grew within her.

Twins, the maesters and midwives alike had declared, while pouring over moon charts and estimations. She is carrying twins- maybe two boys, maybe two girls, or maybe one of both. The latter would be absolutely lovely, she decides.

Prince Aemond’s dismissed her back to his bedchamber with strict commands to rest abed. In truth, a day of rest is most welcoming to her. Her poor feet feel so swollen, and she’s taken to waddling like a little pond duck around the Keep, heavy and aching with her first hatchlings.

The courtiers pay her special attention too, as she feels their eyes on her everywhere she goes. No doubt their comments are much worse. Alas, her Prince Aemond can only do so much to protect her.

So safe within his room, she lays atop the cool, clean sheets, curled on her side and cradling the dragon egg her prince had chosen for one of their children in the hollow between her swollen belly and tender breasts.

It is a beautiful thing, with a deep purple shell, speckled with tiny golden flecks on its scales that shined like gold, and holding it close made her feel a lot better- stronger and braver. Perhaps her babies sense the dragon inside, a siren call only the golden blood of Old Valyria could hear. Or perhaps she’s turning into a dragon too.  

“Oh, but I really am carrying little dragons,” she giggles to herself, brushing her fingertips against the tight swell of her belly. Saying those words aloud makes her feel giddy and proud and beyond anxious to meet them. “Two sweet little dragons…”

“Indeed you are, my love.”

She startles, glancing up to see Aemond looming over her with a small smile. There is a fierce pride in his violet eye as it rakes over her breasts and the curve of her bump. “I sent you back to find sleep, not strike up a conversation with the dragon egg...again.”

“The babes enjoy feeling the egg near them,” she shrugs. “That is why I do it.”

Aemond clicks his tongue, crawling alongside her onto the bed. “Did they tell you that?” he asks, voice thick with teasing.

One hand rests on her bump, fingers drawing small circles as she hides her head within his neck, feeling the children suddenly stirring in her womb. “Ah, seems my babes know their father is now here.” And the other drifts down to her breast, cupping and giving it a gentle squeeze.

She sighs.

Her dear prince, he’s taken quite the fancy to her breasts, now heavy and swelling with milk. Most nights Aemond sleeps with his head pillowed comfortably on her chest, face buried between her tits. They bring him comfort, he says a lot. He enjoys fondling and nursing from them too- as hungry for her soft gasps and moans as he is with her milk and cunt (his words not hers).

She cannot understand why, nor can she ask around for an answer.

A baseborn servant carrying royal babies is enough scandal for a terrible headache, and she can do without that.

She closes her eyes and shivers when he leans to kiss her clothed breast ever so tenderly. “I suppose this is good practice,” he murmurs as he tugs down her neckline, eye darkening at the delicious sight before him, “-for when our little ones finally arrive.” He then blows on her swollen nipple, smirking at the cute little whimper she lets out.  

"Look at you. Gods, you are so fucking gorgeous."

“Aemond-”

Aemond shushes her before taking her nipple in his hot mouth. Her head flings back on the pillow as he suckles, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. “Ach! My prince…!” she cries, hips grinding down on the bed, desperate for some release, while her pretty face scrunches up in sheer pleasure. “Please- please- please…!” Yet all her lurching, to his delight, just brings her breasts closer to him.

“You’ll feed my sons so well, my pretty girl,” and he slaps her breast, “I’ve known you’d give me fine heirs the moment I first laid eyes on you.”

She pants. “-want them, ah, to grow nice and strong like their father. All for you, my prince, tis what you deserve…!”

His other hand squeezes her other breast, tweaking and pinching the nipple until little beads of milk fall and she’s withering beneath him, a putty mess of cries and moans and shudders. Aemond smiles, her tit dropping out of his mouth with a pop.

“My lady- my sweet girl,” he tells her, lapping up the milk around her chest. “Pretty, pretty girl, all mine.”

By the time he's finished, his handmaid is fast asleep, with a sweet smile twisted across her pink lips. Her chest, now bruised and marked, heaves up and down with slow breaths. Aemond lays there, kissing her nipple and listening to her steady heartbeat. He swears it matches his.

"Mmm, works every time," he chuckles to himself.

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[amongemeraldclouds]

better than revenge | chapter six: twelve days of christmas

Summary: Flashback, spending your winter break with Mattheo Riddle.

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Warning: smut, 18+ minors dni, fluff. Smut is just short and not detailed given the format of this chapter so lower your expectations haha.

Author's note: If you read this as part two of chapter three and discard the rest, Mattheo will continue to be your boyfriend. No heartbreak.

I wanted to try writing in a different format where I can showcase how your relationship with Mattheo developed over the course of winter break in just one chapter. It was fun writing this!

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I just wish I could forget when it was magic.

Day 1: Brand new day

“Good morning sunshine,” Mattheo says in a sleepy voice. I blink, why is there a boy beside me in bed?  Memories of last night return - of broken bones, healing spells, and snarky comments. “How do you feel?” I ask, noting the absence of yesterday’s cuts and scrapes. “Never been better,” he smiles, rising from bed. “To thank you, my kind savior, I must take you out for tea and biscuits. Or hot chocolate, if you prefer.” I narrow my eyes in distrust, “why are you being nice to me?” “We got off on the wrong foot yesterday,” he explains, “on account of all the bleeding. But today is a new day. Let’s start over?”

Day 2: Stargazing

“Riddle, you’ll be the death of me! You can’t just apparate me everywhere!” “I wanted to show you the view from the roof,” he says, laying down the blanket he brought along.  I look around and gasp at the panoramic view of moonlit castles and bodies of water, flames flickering in the winter air. “It gets even better,” he smiles at my amazement, “look up.” I lay down beside him and marvel at the twinkling stars. He leans in, “if you stare long enough, you could pretend you’re floating among the stars.” I look at him then and at his quiet smile. He has no idea his eyes reflect the same beauty he tries to impress me with. 

Day 3: Chocolate vices

“Do you want one?” He asks, offering me a cigarette. “No thanks, I actually like my lungs.” He snickers, “hey, it helps me relax.” “It’s okay, I’m not judging you.” “So no vices at all?” He asks, “alcohol, drugs, whatever?” “Nope, I don’t like feeling out of control. But does chocolate count? I have a notoriously sweet tooth.”

Day 4: Snow bombs

“Take this!” I say, hurling a ball of snow at Mattheo. It catches him square at his shoulder. “Oh you’re going to regret that,” he says, picking up a pile of snow. I run away but he manages to catch my leg. I duck behind a statue, gathering the next snowball. 

Day 5: A quiet day

“This is all your fault,” he says, sniffling into the tissue. I sneeze in response. “We’ve already taken the potion, we’ll be fine by tomorrow.” I snuggle deeper into the blanket, fighting the fever chill in my bones. Mattheo tucks me in his arms. “Come here, we’ll keep each other warm.”

Day 6: Pillow thoughts

“Why do I keep waking in bed with you?” Mattheo asks. “Then stop sleeping beside me,” I wave him off, sleep clouding my mind. I don’t want to, he thinks.

Day 7: Cold hands, warm hearts

“Merry Christmas!” I beam brightly at Mattheo, placing a neatly wrapped present in his hand. “Um, it’s not yet Christmas?” He states, turning the package over in his hands. “Open it!” I urge. “It’s tradition with my mum to give presents early back when she was around. So you have more time to enjoy them.” “Um, thank you.” He tears the package open and wraps the emerald green scarf around him. “Nice and warm, did you make this?” I nod, “with magic!” I wave my wand around. “Do you like it?” He’s quiet for a few moments. “Yes! It’s just…it’s the first time I’ve received a Christmas present. The dark lord doesn’t really do Christmas, it’s why I’m here at winter break.” he waves his hands awkwardly. “We can make it a yearly tradition?” “I’d like that,” he smiles.

Day 8: For the love of eggs

She swore she would never fall in love. Not after seeing what it did to others. Love is all consuming, it takes everything and leaves you hollow when it’s gone. But sitting across him, eating eggs for breakfast, she didn’t think it would be so bad.

Day 9: Frigid hazards

He watched her skate across the pond, hair flying in the wind. She once said he would be the death of her. He thinks it’s the opposite.

Day 10: A flower blooms in winter

“Can I kiss you?” I ask Mattheo. His face lights up. “It would be my pleasure.” 

Day 11: Maybe it’s worth the risk

“Will you be my girlfriend?” “I thought you’d never ask.”

Day 12: Never have I ever before

“Mattheo, please,” I beg. “Please what, baby? Use your words,” he commands. “I need to feel you.” I gasp. “Breathe, angel. It’s okay, you can take it.” I nod, gripping the sheets and feel myself adjust to him. “Good girl, you’re doing so well.” He laces his fingers through mine and kisses my lips, moving into me again. “We’ll start slow, we’ve got all night.”

Christmas Day: On thin ice

“Matty, I’m scared.” “What’s wrong, love?” His brow furrows. “I want this, I want you. But so many things can go wrong,” I say, waving my hands around. “Don’t worry,” he says, brushing my hair from my face. “I won’t hurt you.” “Promise?” “Promise.”

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A/N: We're just three chapters away from the canon ending, then there will be a bonus alt ending. Stay tuned!

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[lionizingheathen]

can you do a part 2 from Flatmate!Remus Lupin? Thank you <3

Sure thing

Flatmate!Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Spanking, Mirror Sex, Rough Smut, Hickeys, Pet Names, Multiple Orgasms, squirting, Choking, Cockwarming

Honestly, you barely remembered going to the store, all you knew was you apparated home the moment you could, hastily putting the milk and eggs into the refrigerator before making your way back toward your bedroom, stripping off your clothing along the way, making sure you were naked as you knocked on your door.

"Get in here." You heard Remus call, and you rubbed your thighs together at the tone of his voice. You opened the door to see him sitting on the edge of your bed, his cock hard, hand working it up and down as he looked over at you.

"Fuck, you look so good..." You walked over, intent to settle on his lap, but he stopped you, hooking his arm around your waist and flipping your bodies so you were laying against the mattress, head on the pillows.

"I'm going down on you first." He mumbled, bringing a hand up to rub at your clit, making you let out a high whine. He groaned to himself as he slid a finger inside of you, fucking you lazily before he pulled out, looking at his hand with a smirk before leaning up, pressing it between your lips. You sucked his finger, looking down at him before he pulled back "Shit, you're so wet... God, you look so good... Gonna taste even better." He leaned down, flicking his tongue over your cunt, making you gasp and shiver.

"Wanna... feel you inside me... please." You whimpered, but he held your hips down and settled more firmly between your thighs, pushing your legs further open.

"Not until I'm done. Gonna get you nice and ready, okay? Gonna make you feel so good." He said, and before you could respond he ducked down, sucking your clit between his lips before flattening his tongue against your cunt, licking up it, making you gasp and jerk against his face. It'd been months since any guy had even considered the thought of going down on you, and even longer before anyone had done it well.

"Fuck, Remus... Feels so good." You gasped, tangling your fingers into his hair as he grunted, pulling you against his face and moving your hips so you were grinding against his tongue. You shuddered, trying to pull back, to lessen the sensation just a bit, but he followed you, folding your over so you couldn't get away. Fuck, no one had ever been this eager before.

"Remus... Oh my god..." You moaned, and he pulled back for a moment, grinning down at you, his chin glistening and his lips wet. Fuck, he looked good.

"Never gone by that name, baby, but we can certainly try it." You rolled your eyes, but he was back at it before you could say anything. He brought his hand up, thrusting his finger inside you again, curling it so he was massaging inside of you, making your eyes roll back. Fuck, he'd found it so fast...

"Remus... Close... getting so close..." You whined, and he only increased his pace, making your mouth drop open as your body seized up and you let out the most unholy moan you'd ever heard in your life. Remus Lupin was giving you the best orgasm of your life, licking it up frantically, moaning and grunting against you like a starved man. When you fell back against the pillows he pulled back, leaning down to kiss you messily. You felt his cock prod against you and you reached down, guiding him inside as you both gasped.

"I'll go slow." He promised, and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at the man who was hardly restraining himself above you.

"Don't you fucking dare." You responded, and he gave you a look that boardered on feral as he thrust his entire cock inside of you quickly, making you let out a loud gasp, your nails scratching hard down his back.

"Like that? Wanna be forced to take all of me? Wanna cum around this cock, baby?" He growled, biting down hard on your collarbone as he fucked into you quickly, establishing a brutal pace without any chance for adjustment. Good. God, he was so fucking big.

"Yes Remus! Want it! Please!"

"God, you're so good... Fuck, this cunt... Can see why no one can last with you, you feel like a fucking goddess." He groaned, his pace increasing again as he pressed his thumb against your clit, making you jump.

"Harder, Remus. Ruin me, please!" You begged, and he chuckled, giving you a cocky grin. So fucking hot.

"You sound like such a slut... You've never sounded like this for anyone else, I would know." He said, sounding a bit breathless, and you nodded. None of them deserved it, none of them had earned that side of you.

"Only you... Only yours." You reminded him, and he nodded, chewing on his lips.

"God, you're so good." He said, flipping you easily onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you were on your hands and knees as he fucked into you.

"Only for you." You sighed, and he spanked your ass hard, making you jump and moan. God, that had felt fucking good.

"Perfect."

"Oh! Again!" You begged, and he brought his hand down hard again, making you gasp as you thrust your hips back into his hand, prompting him to do it again and again, making you let out high whines and whimpers. He pulled away once your skin was hot, the cold air making you shake.

"You're gonna be sore." He mumured, and you nodded. Yeah. Fucking of course.

"I want you to fucking ruin me." You groaned, and he continued thrusting inot you, letting out little sighs and moans above you. Part of you was a little disappointed that you could no longer see his face, but the new angle felt so fucking good, you couldn't even complain.

"It's even better like this, fuck..." He gripped your hips, pulling him back against him so he could fuck you harder, forcing the breath out of you with each thrust. "Look so pretty... So good... You've gotta get a mirror in here." He groaned, and you lifted your head, looking over your shoulder, though you couldn't see him.

"Why?"

"I'm gonna fuck you in front of it, make you watch as I make you fall apart." He said, as though it should've been obvious. But it wasn't and the thought alone was enough to nearly send you over the edge.

"I'm close... so close..." You gasped, and Remus brought his hand down hard again, and again, making you whimper as you shuddered, trying to stave off your orgasm until he said you could... it just felt right.

"Cum. Cum all over my cock, baby." He growled, and you collapsed down, face buried in the bed as you screamed out his name, scratching into the sheets, scrabbling your hands at anything you could reach as you writhed beneath him. God, you finally understood what people meant when they said they were seeing stars.

"Remus! Holy shit!" You gasped, and you felt your body get white hot, your vision blurring for a moment as he fucked you hard through your orgasm. You let out a near scream as you felt wetness splash back agianst him, your face burning as he paused, running his hand over your leg before pulling it back.

"Oh my god..." He murmured, and you tried to pull away, to move away from him.

"Fuck, Fuck I'm sorry-." He cut you off with a hard slap on your ass, making you yelp before he continued his brutal pace.

"You are so fucking hot, you know that?" He asked, and you gasped, your breath coming out in pants as he pushed it out of you, making you fall to your elbows.

"Remus-." You tried, but you couldn't get yourself to say a full sentence. You were too full.

"Gonna make you do that every fucking night." He growled, and you groaned, feeling his hand close around your throat as he reached around you, rubbing frantically at your clut. How the fuck was he doing this with such ease?

"Oh my god... Harder! Harder, please!" You gasped, and he chuckled, pressing his body flat against your back as he tightened his grip on your throat, making your eyes roll back in your head as you felt him thrusting hard and deep inside of you.

"You like it rough, huh?" He asked in your ear and you whimpered, nodding. None of the guys you were with had ever been bold enough to try anything with you... even when you asked.

"Love it." Remus chuckled darkly, biting down on the back of your neck before he pulled back from your neck, gathering your hair up to yank it back.

"Well." He tugged hard, making you gasp. "Lucky you, then." His pace increased again, and you felt like you were going to fall apart all over again. God, had this man studied how to make a woman cum so quickly? Was he just naturally this talented? Currently, you didn't care, you'd write each and every person he'd been with a thank you letter for making sure he could fuck you this good.

"Close again... Remus, oh my god." You gasped, feeling yourself begin to tremble again beneath him. He let out strained grunt, his thrusts getting sloppy inside of you.

"Cum with me, come on baby... cum with me." He gasped, and you nodded, feeling yourself start to tumble over the edge as he stilled inside of you, the feeling of his cum filling you up sending you right over the edge.

"Yes... Yes! Oh my god!" You whined, your eyes rolling back as he sent you soaring once again before you both collapsed, breathing heavily. He flipped you over, his cock still deep inside of you as he pulled you into a tight hug, not letting go until your trembling ceased. He went to carefully pull out, but you stopped him, pulling your legs up around his waist.

"No, don't." You said, and he looked confused, but he stopped moving.

"Why not?"

"I want you to stay inside. I like being this close to you." You mumbled against his skin, and he nodded, letting out a sigh as he carefully turned the two of you to the side, looking into your eyes with a goofy grin.

"You were goddamn amazing." He said, and you grinned, nodding at him. He was so fucking good, you knew he would be.

"You too Remus. Made me see fucking stars." You sighed, and he nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips.

"That was the plan." He pressed a kiss to your forehead next. "I'm fucking you again, I hope you know that."

"Oh, I know. I was planning on that." You said, and he yawned, nodding. That was a good sign.

"Good. Smart girl." He mumbled, and a few minutes later you felt his breathing steady, and you smiled. He was calmer, that was the whole point.

[sailor-aviator]

Singing in the Sanctuary: Chapter Three

Singing in the Sanctuary: Chapter Three

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw is a simple man. Well, as simple as one can be while living a life of crime. The notorious outlaw of the western territories has never been interested in settling down and having a family, but will that all change when he meets a shy, new teacher who just moved into town?

Warnings: Mentions of dead parents, Bradley Bradshaw. Think that's it?

Word Count: 2.37k

A/N: Here's Chapter Three at long last! I know this one is a little shorter than what we're used to, but I don't want force the narrative, and this seemed like a good place to stop. We should see longer chapters on this one soon! As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated! 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I will be posting these fics as well.

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“You know, I had the strangest conversation with Bradley yesterday afternoon,” Maverick said, stabbing at his eggs. Penny lifted an eyebrow at him in intrigue.

“Do tell.”

“He came by askin’ me about what my plans were for a schoolhouse. Can you believe that? Since when does he care about the education of the kids?”

Penny hummed, glancing at you slyly from the corner of her eye before taking a bit of her toast. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, and I told him that we were looking more into it now that we have Birdie here to teach’em, but he was pretty insistent that I make it a priority.”

“You don’t say?” Penny smiled, snorting a laugh that she quickly tried to pass off as a cough. Maverick looked at her with concern.

“You feelin’ okay, sweetheart?”

Penny waved him off, finishing her mouthful of eggs. “I’m just fine, honey. Tell me more about what Bradley said.”

“Well, it’s just like I said,” he continued. “I know he and the other boys help people out around town, but to volunteer the other boys the way he did? That’s unusual for him.”

“He volunteered the other Daggers?” you chirped, surprise clear on your face as you looked up at him. He nodded, laughing with a shake of his head.

“I know, I could hardly believe it myself!”

Penny shot you a coy smile. “I wonder what could have caused him to go and do something like that.”

You flushed at her words, ducking your head down to stare at your plate. Maverick let out another chuckle.

“I don’t know, Penny, but you should have heard Mickey hollerin’ up and down Main Street at him. Wouldn’t be surprised if you could’ve heard him all the way in Independence! with how loud he was yellin'.”

You and Penny laughed at that, and Maverick’s grin turned into a warm smile.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but I hope it sticks. I can’t tell you the last time I saw that boy so determined to work on a good cause.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Penny hummed, casting you another conspiratorial glance. “I think whatever it is that’s lit a fire under his butt is gonna be good for him. Might even stick around for a while.”

“From your mouth to the good Lord’s ears, darlin’,” Maverick chuckled, placing his napkin on his place as he stood. “It’s good to see him so passionate about something again. Haven’t seen him like this since before…”

He trailed off, and Penny leaned over to lay a sympathetic hand over his. “I know, sweetheart. You don’t need to say it.”

Maverick sniffed, running a finger under his eye before straightening. “Anyway, the only problem we have now is comin’ up with the money for supplies.”

“How do you mean?” you asked him, a furrow in your brow.

Maverick grimaced. “Town is runnin’ low on building materials. We’ve got enough to start the foundation for the schoolhouse, but we’ll have to scrounge up some money for everything else.”

“I see,” you frowned. Maverick gave you a reassuring look.

“It’ll be alright, Birdie. We’ll figure something out. We always do.”

You nodded, and with one last smile to his wife, Maverick was out the door. You helped Penny clear the table. The older woman began to wash the dishes as you took them from her to dry.

“So,” she drawled, looking over at you with a smile. “That was real nice of Bradley to volunteer to help out with the schoolhouse.”

“Wasn’t it just?” you gushed, a smile breaking out over your face. “I’m not surprised, though. The children seem to love him, and it looked like he felt the same way.”

“You still mad at him?” she asked you. You hummed before giving her a shrug.

“I wasn’t really mad at him to begin with, Penny,” you sighed, placing a plate in the cupboard. “I don’t know him well enough to be mad at him for his past. It’s not like he owes me an explanation or anything.”

“No,” Penny said carefully, “but despite his past as a philanderer, he’s a good man at heart, Birdie. He was a wild, young thing back in the day, but he’s older now.”

“Besides,” she smirked, looking directly at you now, “Doesn’t take a genius to see the way he looks at you.”

You flushed at her words. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Sure you don’t,” she chuckled, drying her hands on a dish towel. “Just like you don’t know why he would volunteer him and his friends to build the schoolhouse.”

You stayed quiet for a moment.

“I want to thank him in some way,” you murmured, not meeting her gaze.

“I’m sure you’ll think of somethin’,” she mused. “Now, come on. Don’t want you to be late for class.”

A couple of hours later, you were perched on the steps of the altar, looking around at your class.

“What about a baseball game?” Ricky grinned. Lottie wrinkled her nose at him.

“No way!” she cried. “It needs to be something we can all do!”

“What about a bake sale?”

You had told the children the good news about finding volunteers to build the schoolhouse, and the sanctuary had exploded in a chorus of excitement.

“Hold on, hold on,” you had smiled, trying to calm the children down. “There’s just one more thing we have to figure out.”

“What’s that, miss?” Michael called out from his spot in the third row. You sighed with a slight frown.

“After talking with Mr. Maverick today, I’ve found out that we unfortunately don’t have all the funds we need to build it,” you said. The children exclaimed in disappointment, but little Billy looked at you with big, green eyes.

“Maybe we can help, teacher!” he grinned.

You smiled back at him as the other children voiced their support for the little boy.

“That’s a fine idea, Billy,” you said. “And it sounds like all of you agree.”

“We do!” smiled Michael.

“But how can we even help?” frowned Lydia, a plucky red-head from the second row. “What could we possibly do?”

Samantha raised her hand. “We could hold a fundraiser?”

The children murmured in agreement, and you nodded your head slowly.

“That could work,” you hummed. “What is it you all would like to do?”

Now you sat there as the children volleyed ideas back and forth at each other. None of them had been bad ideas, but it was hard for a group of thirty children to come to an agreement on what to do. You worried that they would grow too frustrated to settle on an idea, and then you would have to pick. You wanted the children to enjoy their time helping with preparations, so you knew that it would have to be their decision on what to do.

“My mother and father went and saw a play when they were visiting my grandmother in Kansas City,” Theresa said thoughtfully. “We could do that?”

The room was left in a hushed silence as the children mulled over her words.

“I like it,” Samantha nodded, and the other children were quick to agree.

“We should do Snow White!”

“No, Cinderella!”

“I wanna do Sleeping Beauty!”

You chuckled at their enthusiasm, moving to stand.

“Alright, class,” you smiled warmly, “we’ll have plenty of time to decide what our play is going to be. Now, let’s get back to your math lesson.”

You dismissed your class not too long after that, and now you were walking idly down the main street of Maverick. People greeted you as you past, and you returned the gestures. Your thoughts kept turning back to the play, however. It had been a miracle that they agreed on doing a play in the first place. Maybe you could convince the townsfolk to buy multiple tickets for different plays?

You stopped walking, sighing as you stared up at the sky. A chill was starting to stir in the air as Autumn began fast approaching. You wondered how your parents were faring back home in Missouri. Your eyebrows furrowed as you heard the quiet melody of a piano drift through the street. You realized it was coming from the saloon, and you moved quickly until you were standing in the entryway.

The sun was hanging low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the rooms as the sunbeams stretched across the wooden floors. The gentle lilt of the keys danced in your ears. You didn’t recognize the song, but you watched as the familiar brunette strummed his fingers along the ivory.

Bradley hadn’t seen you walk in, to lost in the way the music washed over him. You thought he looked sad as he played, which was strange because you were certain the song was supposed to sound happy even though he was playing slowly. You didn’t realize you were moving until you sat down gingerly next to him. He jumped, fingers flying off the keys as he turned to look at you. The two of you stared at each other.

“Please, don’t stop,” you whispered, pleading for him to continue. Bradley swallowed before turning back to the piano. His fingers pressed down lightly on the keys as he began to play the same tune as before.

“You’re very good,” you smiled as he continued to play. He huffed out a light laugh as he looked at you from the corner of his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Birdie,” he joked, causing your face to flush.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you rushed out, but he shook his head.

“I’m only teasin’ you, little bird. I know I don’t look like the type that knows how to play.”

“Well, I am a little shocked,” you admitted. He gave you a playful glare, and you giggled up at him.

You shifted closer to him on the bench. “How did you learn to play?”

“My dad taught me,” he hummed sadly.

You watched him for another minute before asking quietly, “did something happen?”

His fingers stilled over the keys for half a second before continuing. “He and my mom died when I was eight. It was scarlet fever, made its way through town pretty quick. Took Hangman’s folks too and Bob’s daddy.”

“Oh, Bradley,” you began, but he cut you off with a stern look.

“Don’t,” he snapped, fingers banging on the keys with a crash. His eyes softened when he saw your confused look. “Please, don’t. I get enough pity from the folks here in town. I don’t think I could handle it if you looked at me like that too.”

“Okay,” you said softly, nodding in understanding. Bradley let out a shaky breath, refusing to meet your gaze for a moment.

“My dad and Mav were best friends,” he said finally. You remained quiet, letting him speak at his own pace. He continued. “They did almost everything together. They drank, they sang, they even broke the law together.”

He looked at you then, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “He always told me that my mama was the reason he gave up his wild life. Said he couldn’t bare the thought of her cryin’ if he never came home.”

You reached up to cup his cheek in your hand, and he immediately turned his face into your palm, nuzzling it.

“He sounds like he was a good man,” you offered, giving him a gentle smile. Bradley frowned at your words.

“No,” he said. “He was the best.”

The two of you didn’t say anything for a moment, just staring at each other. Finally, Bradley pulled away from you with a sniff before turning back to the piano. He began to play a different melody now, something quicker and more upbeat.

“So,” he chirped, offering you a bright smile, “what brings you into the saloon today?”

“Oh, I was actually looking for Penny,” you told him, glancing around the room but not seeing the older brunette.

“Think she’s still showin’ the new girl around,” Bradley muttered, earning a look from you.

“New girl?” you asked.

He hummed with a nod.

“Came rollin’ in with Joel yesterday mornin’. Walked right up to the bar and asked Penny for a job. She must have liked the look of her, ‘cause Penny accepted right then and there.”

“How interesting,” you trailed off. Bradley glanced at you before moving to stand. He held his hand out for you, and you took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

“C’mon,” he smirked, pulling you towards the doors, “I’ll walk you home.”

The two of you walked in a comfortable silence down the street. Bradley’s hand rested gently on your lower back, and you felt giddy at the contact. You thought back on what Ricky and Michael had said to Bradley in the churchyard the other day, but then you thought about Penny’s words from that morning. The two of you stopped in front of the door to the house.

“Bradley,” you said, earning a hum from him. “Are you seeing any other girls?”

He stopped, turning to face you with a look of bewilderment. “What?”

“Are you seeing any other girls?” you repeated.

He stared at you. “Why are you asking me that?”

“I was just thinking about what the boys and Penny said,” you shrugged.

“I see,” he said slowly, studying you. “No, Birdie. Haven’t seen anyone since I laid eyes on you singin’ all sweet in that church.”

You blushed at his words, biting at your bottom lip to suppress the smile that threatened to make a home on your face. A grin broke out onto his face at the sight of your bashfulness, and he leaned against the door to look down at you, hovering over your space. The two of you looked at each other for a moment before Bradley’s smirk dropped, replaced with a look of confusion.

“Wait, what did Penny say?”

You giggled up at him before turning the knob on the door and pushing it open. You slipped inside before moving to close it behind you with one last giggle.

“Goodnight, Bradley.”

[randomkduck]

Home At Last.

Summary: Shadow finds himself needing a home.

Shadow wasn’t the only cat on the streets, that much was for sure. There were a few strays other than him. Ones that spat and hissed at most strangers and other animals alike. They didn't seem to really care about him, a thing that carried over from his time as Link's shadow.

There were dogs and rodents too. Though most of the dogs had owners. It was a busy city, of course there would be animals in it, pets and strays alike.

But animals were starting to get taken off the streets by people, 'dog catchers' or something? Well they were catching a lot more than dogs that's for sure. Any animal roaming about on the streets all willy nilly was taken by these guys, and if no hylians intervened (like say, to get their dog back, or to adopt or something) then those animals didn't come back.

Shadow wasn't 100 percent sure what was happening to the animals, but there was no way in hell he was finding out. He needed somewhere to stay so that these guys didn't get him. But where? …

The answer almost kicked him in the face as he walked through the busy market, seeming to notice him before he noticed it.

~~~~~~~~~

I heard a yelp and a thump as I ducked around the offending limb. Turning to see fruits and veg spilling out of a fallen basket. Red was standing over top of me with his hands spread out like he was trying to keep his balance, and he looked down at me with wide eyes.

Woops.

"Little buddy!" He chastised, bending over to pick up his stuff. "You should know better than to run under people's feet like that! Hasn't anyone tripped on you before? I know I almost did!" He sounded frustrated, kinda like this was one more thing to add to a long list of things.

Woops. Well they do say black cats are bad luck.

I walked up to him and rubbed up against his arm as an apology. Then started to help him pick up his veg. An action he seemed really shocked by.

"Oh! Thank you!" He pet me on the head (still gotta get used to that) and went back to picking up his stuff.

I didn't feel too bad, because- by the looks of it -none of his stuff was fragile (would've felt really bad if it had been eggs or tomatoes), but he still looked upset, so clearly something was going on.

He picked up the last of his stuff and was making to get up, when he paused. Staring at something over my head.

I looked behind me to where he was looking and...

Animal catcher.

Shit.

Me and Red made eye contact, and I think he was just as worried about me being taken by one of those guys as I was. So I hopped in his basket and layed down, getting comfy in all the produce.

Red seemed a little taken aback by that but didn't protest, which was perfect because I did not want to be kicked out and have to run from a guy who may or may not just end me, I'm not really sure.

~~~~~~~

Red continued on through the market as though he hadn't just been almost knocked over by a cat and lost all his groceries. Trying in vain to not make eye contact with the animal catcher. Though he did shoot glares at the man whenever he thought the guy wasn't looking.

The catcher was, in fact, looking. Said man making his way over to the ruby clad hero as Red tried to just... leave, maybe to get to a secure alley where he could let this oddly trusting cat go about the rest of his day (hopefully) in peace.

"Mr. Red. Sir! I believe we've already discussed this?" The man said brightly and snarkily, catching up to Red and moving to walk in front of him. Walking backwards. "You can't just take a stray of the street acting like it's yours just to let it go later. That's not your cat, you can't save it from the pound." He grinned, "unless of course it is your cat, in which case congrats on becoming a cat dad! Proof of adoption please."  

Red said nothing, just switched directions. "I ow you nothing, and for the record, this is my cat!"

"Just because your a 'hero' doesn't make you above the law." The man stated dryly, like it was a reminder. His hands were still in the air from making airquotes that Red didn't turn to see.

Shadow was starting to really hate this guy.

"I don't care, this is my cat you can't just take him! You are also not above the law!" Red changed directions again, cutting the guy off as he continued to make his way out of the market.

"If he's really your cat, where's his nametag? Why don't you have him properly secured? Why wasn't he there when we had this conversation earlier with the dog?" The man asked, stacking more and more questions on every time Red went to answer, causing the emotional hero to sputter and struggle to keep up.

"W-well... um... you see-"

The guy rolled his eyes, as though his point had been proven, and reached for Shadow.

Shadow hissed and spat at his hand, swatting at it a few times with his claws. The man barely flinched, his gloves protecting him from any damage Shadow tried to inflict. So he switched gears from attacking and jumped from the basket on to Red's shoulders, glaring at the man from half-behind the hero's head.

To his credit, the catcher did stop after that, looking utterly perplexed.

"I got him a collar, but he's outgrown it, so I need to get him a new one, I think you can tell for yourself why he isn't 'properly secured', and he wasn't there earlier with the dog because- last I checked -he was safe at home. I'm not sure how he got out, I'll be sure to ask the other three when I get home. Now, good day sir." Red spun on his heel with a huff and walked off like one of those boujie ladies with their tiny purse dogs.

Nice one Red. Shadow thought, a phantom grin on his face.

He turned to look at the animal catcher, seeing suspicion and bafflement warring with each other on his face. It was a beautiful sight.

Red left the market, walking a few blocks away from it and then into an alley. Which confused Shadow. Was this the way to his house or something? But then Red stopped, and crouched down. Shadow lost balance and jumped off of his shoulders for a moment, turning around and giving him the most confused cat face he could make.

"Well, that's that then. I'm glad I could help!" He stated chipperly, petting Shadow on the head before standing up.

Wait what? No. Shadow thought, jumping into the basket as Red began to walk away.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Red asked, giggling. He picked up Shadow and set him back down on the ground.

Only for Shadow to jump right back into the basket.

"I- uh... oh." Red blinked twice, before realization danced across his features. "Oh!" He was grinning from ear to ear, and started walking off with a slight skip in his step.

"I'm not sure if we can actually keep a cat, but I'm sure I could figure something out. Besides it would probably be a better idea to get you a collar anyways so that Steve- that's the animal catcher's name by the way -doesn't try to take you or something, oh and-!" Red started rambling plans and ideas into the air, but Shadow found himself tuning it out rather quickly.

The dog catcher's name was Steve???? He looked like he would have a dumb generic name, but Steve???

Red made his way to Link's house, though the building seemed to be under renovation. Made sense, considering the apparent switch from one Link to four. The three bedroom house probably wouldn't have been big enough even if they all decided to squeeze into two rooms, which Shadow found the idea laughable considering the four couldn't even share a boat without Blue trying to kill all of them.

Red practically kicked the door open, taking a deep breath that made Shadow wish he could cover his ears before yelling "WE'VE GOT A CAT NOW!!!!!"

Shadow bolted into the house and under the nearest chair. Not because he was scared or anything by the loud noise that made his head pound for a moment. No! He was just really committed to the bit of being a cat! That's all!

"...Woops." Red muttered apologetically, quickly shutting the door and setting his basket down on the counter before running over to Shadow's hiding spot.

"I'm sorry little buddy! I shouldn't have been so loud." He apologized, making a sad face as he layed on his stomach, getting a better view of Shadow.

"Uuuuh, Red? What the fuck?" Blue came into the room, giving Red a look Shadow couldn't see from where he was hiding.

"We got a cat." Red grinned, turning his attention from the feline in question.

"Yeah I heard. Who's 'we'?" Blue walked over and crouched, annoyingly not revealing any more of his face than Shadow could see earlier.

"Me and the cat!" Red informed chipperly, kicking his feet.  

"Right, and the cat definitely decided to come home with you, is that what you're saying?"

"Yup!"

"And how'd he do that?"

"Well it started at the market and-" Red then proceeded to tell Blue the entire story, painting Shadow as this really clever and smart cat- which Shadow was not about to refute in any way.

Blue made a noise when he got to the part about Shadow hopping back into the basket. Twice.

"Oh wow he really said 'I'm your problem now' didn't he?" Shadow could hear the grin in Blue's voice, the azure clad hero now sitting cross legged in front of Red. Shadow meowed out his "yes" in response, causing the heroes to snort and giggle respectively.

"So, what are you gonna name him?" Green asked from somewhere out of sight, though it sounded like he was in the same room.

Red blinked, looking between Shadow and where Shadow guessed Green was standing, a dumb expression on his face.

Blue leaned forward to get a good look at the now-cat and his eyes lit up in recognition.

"Oh it's Shadow!" He stated, like this was great news.

Shadow had a moment of mild panic- How did he know it was me!? This is only our second meeting! How does he know?! What?!?!-before he was inadvertently drawn from his thoughts by a question.

"How do you know the cat's name is Shadow?" Vio asked, the sound of his voice reverberating through the chair itself. It sounded like he was right above him. Ironic.

Blue sat up, looking up at the purple hero. "You know that cat that snatched you sandwich?" He asked, a laugh to his voice.

Vio grumbled, shifting in the chair. Shadow suddenly felt very proud of himself.

"What about it?" Vio asked, and Shadow could practically hear him crossing his arms, and could perfectly picture the look on his face.

Oh the shade was really proud of himself.

"That's the cat Red brought home. And well, he's a black cat with red eyes and a little shit! Of course I'd call him Shadow!" Blue stated, crossing his arms with a proud look on his face like he was being really clever.

I mean he kind of was but...

Red gasped, hands flying to his face, eyes shining. "That's perfect! We can name his Shadow Sandwich Cat!" He declared.

Wait what? No-. Shadow thought, feeling his cheeks warm in a none-existent blush.

"Yeah we can name his Shadow; Sandwich thief, floof wizard, the destroyer of egos." Green chimed in, clearly joking. Vio scoffing in offence above him.

Red did not take it as a joke.

"YES!!!" He shouted, clapping his hands with a giddy squeal. Blue hand to put his hands up to stop him with a "don't scare Shadow sandwich thief floof wizard- what'd ya say? Oh right -destroyer of egos again" with a half hearted reprimand.

Red covered his mouth with a wince. "Sorry Shadow." He whispered, poking his face under the chair.

Shadow levelled him with an unimpressed look. Not sure how to feel about being named after himself and really just not being impressed with the rest of his new name. Red just grinned at him sheepishly.

[daybreakerangel]

This is my first Fanfiction even though I like to write. They are not written in character because I just wanted to write some fluff. This fic is SFW with a hint of spiciness at the end.

Title: Morning Delight 🎸🍎

There was a red hue across the King of Hell’s luxury bedroom. Behind the canopy curtain and under a wine-colored comforter lay the king himself, Lucifer, lying beside his partner, the first man, Adam. Lucifer had been awake for a while, snuggling against Adam, enjoying the warmth that radiated from Adam’s plump physique. Adam’s golden wings were spread out across the California king bed.

Lucifer looked up at Adam, who was still sleeping. His halo was dimmed, and he was breathing softly. Lucifer scooted up a bit to admire Adam’s face. The dark circles around Adam’s eyes were slowly fading, making it easier to see the freckles scattered across his tan face.

An idea popped into Lucifer’s head. He slowly backed away from the sleeping angel, slipped out from under the comforter, and left the bed. His hooved feet hit the Saxony carpet, and after he stood up, he noticed that his rubber duck-themed pajamas had ridden up his legs. He pulled them down and looked back at Adam, who had rolled onto his side, his wings returning to their default position. Lucifer did not want to make any noise, so he revealed his wings and left the bedroom quietly. He reached the door, opened it with ease, and once in the hallway, closed it softly.

Lucifer flew down to the first floor of his castle. Upon entering the massive kitchen, he put his wings away and headed to the cabinets. He grabbed two glass decorative plates, one large and the other small, two transparent glass bowls, and his non-stick pans, placing the bowls on the counter and the pans on the stove. He went to the fridge and grabbed five eggs, then reached into the freezer to retrieve three gourmet sausages. Finally, he headed to the pantry for the ingredients to make homemade pancakes. He wanted to surprise Adam with breakfast in bed but realized he was going to need some help. Lucifer snapped his fingers, and two mini versions of himself popped into existence. The one on the left had pink hair, and the one on the right had blue hair.

"Alright, Pink, you are in charge of making the pancakes, and Blue, you are in charge of making the sausages. Got it?" Lucifer announced. The mini Lucifers saluted and got to work.

Lucifer cracked the eggs and whisked them up to make scrambled eggs. He turned the knob on the stove, and flames rose from the burner. He poured the whisked eggs into the pan, then went back to the fridge and grabbed a bag of shredded white cheese. He opened the bag and took a handful of cheese in his left hand, dropping it into the whisked eggs mixture. As he glanced to his right, he noticed that Pink was cooking the sausages while Blue was still putting the pancake ingredients together.

Lucifer focused on making the scrambled eggs, watching the cheese melt evenly into the mixture. He glanced over at Blue, who had finally finished making the batter and was pulling out the griddle. Pink had finished cooking the sausages, placing two on the larger plate and the last one on the smaller plate. Just then, Lucifer noticed that the eggs were about to burn.

"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed, quickly turning off the flame and moving the pan off the burner.

Blue was pouring the batter into a heart-shaped pancake mold, gently removing the mold to flip the pancake. Every heart-shaped pancake came out beautifully.

"Is there anything you want me to do, bigger me?" Pink asked.

Lucifer was placing the eggs onto the plates. "Uh, make us a fresh batch of coffee. Adam likes his with brown sugar and cream, and I like mine with almond milk, no sugar. Got it?"

Pink saluted again and went to start on his new task.

Back in the bedroom, Adam was waking up. He crawled to the end of the bed and pushed the canopy curtain away. He wanted to watch some TV while waiting for Lucifer to call him down for breakfast. He got up from the bed, stretched his back and wings, and retied the drawstrings on his grey sweatpants, which were about to fall off. Grabbing the remote from the nightstand, he turned on the TV and headed to the bathroom.

Pink had finished the pancakes, making five for Adam and three for Lucifer. Blue had completed brewing the coffee. Lucifer was pleased with how everything had turned out, and he could not stop smiling. He poured strawberry syrup onto his pancakes and blueberry syrup on Adam’s. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added something Adam did not like—ketchup on the scrambled eggs. Lucifer placed the plates on separate bed trays and had the minis carry them while he held onto the coffee mugs.

Adam was lounging in bed, his eyes glued to the TV. The bedroom door opened quickly, catching Adam’s attention. He looked over and saw Pink and Blue, feeling confused until the actual Lucifer walked in.

"I needed extra hands," Lucifer explained. Pink handed Adam his tray, and Lucifer took his own tray from Blue. "Thanks for the help, minis." Lucifer snapped his fingers, and the minis disappeared.

"Breakfast in bed? That is pretty fancy, LuLu," Adam grinned.

"Wanted to try something new," Lucifer replied, kissing Adam on the cheek as he climbed back into bed.

"Heart-shaped pancakes? Oh, that is adorable," Adam giggled, digging into his breakfast. Lucifer blushed at the compliment and started eating his own meal.

Minutes passed, and Adam had a satisfied expression on his face as he sipped the last of his coffee. Lucifer was still eating.

"Ketchup on eggs is weird," Adam joked.

"I know, but it tastes good," Lucifer asserted. After finishing, Lucifer snuggled up against Adam, who began playing with Lucifer’s blonde hair.

"You know..." Adam started, sitting up, which confused Lucifer. "For lunch, I want something really special."

Lucifer sat up, giving Adam a puzzled look. Adam placed his left hand onto Lucifer’s plump ass and squeezed it, making Lucifer’s face turn a deep shade of yellow.

"I was thinking about some apple dumplings. That sounds nice, right?" Adam whispered into Lucifer’s ear. Lucifer just grinned in response.

[charlesslut16]

Liam lawson with "what do you want to do today?" "I just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you." Prompt? thank you!

-a day with you is like heaven-

summary : above the title

PAIRINGS : liam lawson x reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope that you like this...

december masterlist ; masterlist   

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The sunlight streamed through the open curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed as Liam Lawson, your boyfriend, lay on his side, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath.

His tousled hair was spilled across the pillow, and one strong arm was flung above his head, the other curled around me you in a lazy embrace.

It was a peaceful moment, and for once, you didn't want to rush it. You nestled closer to him, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, and for a brief, blissful instant, you considered just lying here forever.

But Liam broke the peaceful silence, his voice husky with sleep. "What do you want to do today, my love?" he asked, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, nuzzling your face into his warm neck.

"I just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you," You replied, feeling the soft skin of his neck beneath your lips. "We could make breakfast in bed, maybe watch a movie, just… relax."

Liam hummed, his breath tickling your ear.

"Sounds perfect," he said, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your ass.

"But what about today's workout?" Liam asked a bit sadly, secretly hoping that you would say it would fall out today and you would just lay in bed.

You smiled into his neck. "We can always go for a walk instead," You suggested. "It's such a lovely day outside. We could go to the park, maybe sit by the lake and watch the ducks."

Liam chuckled, his lips brushing against yoir hair. "You're right," he said, his hand squeezing yur ass gently. "I could go for that. But first, breakfast in bed?"

You nodded against his neck, your stomach already growling in anticipation. "That sounds perfect." You stretched, yawning widely, and sat up, tossing the covers back.

"I'll make us some French toast while you get dressed."

Liam rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. His eyes were bright with amusement. "You sure you don't want to sleep in?" he asked, his voice teasing. "I could always get you breakfast in bed."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I'm already too hungry for that. But you could make it extra special by bringing the breakfast to me in bed." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly.

As you headed to the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. It was days like this that made you realize how lucky you were to have Liam in your life.

He was not just your boyfriend; he was your best friend, your rock.

And even though you both didn't have anything fancy planned for the day, you knew that together you could find joy in the simplest of things.

You hummed along to the sound of the radio as you whisk together eggs and milk in a bowl. The smell of cinnamon and butter filled the air, mingling with the aroma of Liam's favorite coffee beans grinding in the coffeemaker.

It was the perfect combination, and you could almost taste the French toast already.

Liam emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, wearing a pair of soft cotton pajama pants and no shirt. He padded over to you and and laid his arms around your waist, so he could watch you.

"You make the best French toast," he said happily, his eyes twinkling with amusement and contentment. "It's a good thing I'm not going for a run today."

You grinned at him over your shoulder. "Oh, really? And why is that?"

"Because I'd have to burn off all these extra calories I'm about to consume," he replied, reaching out to take the bowl of eggs from me. "In that case, I guess I'd better help you make this breakfast."

You worked side by side, your movements in sync as you sliced the bread, dipped it in the egg mixture, and fried it on the stove. The smell of cooking French toast filled the kitchen, and you could feel your stomach growling in anticipation.

You glanced over at Liam, admiring the way he moved, the way he could find humor in even the simplest of tasks. He truly was the perfect partner.

As the French toast began to brown and sizzle, you set the table with your favorite plates and silverware. Liam poured you each a cup of coffee, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar.

He then carried your plates over to the bed, climbing in beside you and setting the food down before you. "There you go," he said with a smile. "Breakfast in bed, just like you wanted."

You sank your teeth into a piece of French toast, savoring the sweetness of the bread and the cinnamon, the creaminess of the eggs and the tang of the butter.

"Mmm," you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure. "This is perfect."

Liam laughed, taking a bite of his own French toast. "I'm glad you like it," he said, lying back against the pillows. "It's one of my favorite meals." He paused, watching xou over his coffee cup.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to spend a whole day just doing nothing with you. No plans, no errands, no obligations. Just us, together."

His words made you feel warm inside. You set your fork down and reached out to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. "That sounds like heaven,"

You reply with contentment. "And honestly, I think it's about time we did that. We could start by making some plans for the next day off we have."

Liam grinned at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "You know what we should do?" he asked, sitting up a little so that he was facing you.

"We should go on a hike. It's been a while since we've been out in nature together."

You nodded in agreement, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending the day with Liam in such a peaceful setting. "That does sound lovely," You said, taking a sip of my coffee.

"And we could pack a picnic lunch to enjoy at the top of the trail."

Liam leaned in closer, his blue eyes searching mine. "Or we could just find a nice, secluded spot and enjoy our meal together, just like we used to do in college," he suggested, his voice low and husky.

A shiver ran down your spine at the memory of those happy and exiting days, and the way you both used to be so carefree and in so in love.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of reliving those moments with him. "That sounds wonderful," You replied, your heart fluttering with anticipation.

"I can't wait to spend some quality time with you, just the two of us."

Liam reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I feel like we've been so busy lately that we haven't had enough time to just be together," he said, his voice husky.

"But I promise you, from now on, I'm going to make sure we carve out some quality time for just the two of us."

As you finished your breakfast, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment washing over you. It was not often that you got to just be alone like this, and you were already looking forward to our hike and picnic the next day.

You decided to push aside any thoughts of your argument last night and instead focused on the present moment, enjoying the warmth of Liam's body next to yours and the peacefulness of your surroundings.

After you cleaned up, you took e a leisurely shower together, washing away the remnants of the day before. Liam was always so gentle with you, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

As you dried off, he slipped into a pair of comfortable shorts and a T-shirt, while you put on a sundress that you've had your eye on for a while.

You couldn't help but feel like you're getting back to the way things used to be between you.

You spent the rest of the afternoon lounging on the couch, watching movies and cuddling. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, and you found yourselves drawn to the balcony.

You stood together, hands entwined, watching the world go by below you. It was quiet and peaceful, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this man who had swept you off your feet and made you feel so alive.

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you decided to call it a night. Liam lead you to the bedroom, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was taking the time to savor every second you had together.

He turned down the bed, then pulled you close, kissing you softly on the lips. "Goodnight, beautiful," he whispered, before turning off the light and crawling into bed beside you.

You laid there in the darkness, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours. You couldn't help but wonder if we would ever find your way back to the love you once shared.

Maybe this trip you're on would help you find some clarity, some answers. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythm of his breathing, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

[radioisntdead]

Dear [Name]

Parents! Chaggie & baby! Reader

Warnings: wholesomeness, also I'm thinking reader is whatever age babies start eating baby food, 5-7 months?? I don't know I haven't interacted with a baby in six years

Song used, female cover of it

Late at night, within a room that was decorated just for you, you laid in a crib with a mobile hanging just over it, the items dangling off it were reminiscent of some of the former hotel residents, a white spider, a cat, a egg boi were just some of the things on it.

"Dear [Name], what to say to you?" Vaggie reached a hand into your crib, a soft smile on her face was present as you reached out to her.

"You have my eyes. You have your mother's smile," she reached down and gently picked you up, making sure to support your head.

"When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart,"

Vaggie cradled you in her arms, you were barely able to stay awake as you heard your mother sing to you.

"I'm dedicating every day to you," you felt her finger gently brush against your little adorable chubby baby face.

"Domestic life was never quite my style," you smiled up at her, with your little teeth less gummy smile.

"When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart," pure parental fondness filled her eyes, you were so small, so innocent.

"And I thought I was so smart,"

she held her finger out for your little tiny baby hand to grab onto.

"You will come of age with our young nation," there were worries for you, after all you were born into hell, not the greatest place to raise a child, even if they now had a deal with heaven.

"We'll bleed and fight for you, we'll make it right for you," but your mothers would do anything and everything in their power to make sure you'd thrive.

"If we lay a strong enough foundation," Vaggie glanced outside the nursery's window, getting the view that laid outside the safety of the hotel.

"We'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you," she looked back at you, your little eyes were getting sleepy again.

"And you'll blow us all away..." She moved over and sat down in the duck themed rocking chair they were gifted by none other then the king of hell, your grandfather.

"Someday, someday," soft quacks came from the chair as she rocked you to sleep.

"Yeah, you'll blow us all away," she held you close as your eyes finally closed as you drifted away to the land of dreams, without a care in the word.

"Someday, someday."

As the sun rose, Charlie came into your nursery, thrilled as she looked over your crib to see your shining eyes look back at her, giving her one of your signature gummy smiles.

"Oh [Name], when you smile I am undone, My sun,"

She picked you up and held you up like Simba was held up in the Lion King.

"Look at my sun! Pride is not the word I'm looking for," she twirled around with you in her arms.

"There is so much more inside me now," she sat you down on the changing table, moving away to grab you your first outfit of the day.

"Oh [Name], you outshine the morning sun," she pulled out a couple of onesies, deciding on one decorated with flowers, courtesy of the Cannibal that gifted it and one of your godmothers, Rosie.

"My sun," she got you ready for the morning, she'd have to change you into another onesie after breakfast.

"When you smile, I fall apart," she held you up in her arms.

"And I thought I was so smart," she hugged you close to her,

"My father wasn't around, much," Charlie turned around catching the sight of her wife leaning against the doorway, watching her take care of you.

"Your father wasn't around," Vaggie moved over to Charlie as you reached out for her.

"I swear that,"

"We'll be around for you," Vaggie wrapped one of her wings around Charlie and you.

"I'll do whatever it takes," Vaggie reached out her finger and gently brushed against your cheek like she did the night before.

"I'll make a million mistakes," Charlie did the same to the other side of your face.

"We'll make the world safe and sound for you.."

Vaggie moved to pick you up out of Charlie's arms,

"...will come of age with our young nation,"

You made baby noises as you were transported from one mother to another.

"We'll bleed and fight for you," "we'll make it right for you,"

Charlie moved beside her to open the nursery door, the faint sound of hotel residents could be heard.

"If we lay a strong enough foundation,"

You were carried outside of the nursery, your bright eyes looking around at the halls.

"We'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you,"

"And you'll blow us all away..."

Charlie closed the nursery door, a soft click could be heard from it.

"Someday, someday,"

They began to walk down the hallway, with you in Vaggie's arms, the sound of the current hotel residents grew louder along with the sound of radio static.

"Yeah, you'll blow us all away"

"Someday, someday."

One day the hotel would be yours to run, but for now it would be a place for you to to run around and play in as you grew up, surrounded by people you considered family.

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed this little fluffy piece that's been haunting my brain! I was listening to dear Theodosia for a angst idea with my OCs and just thought "WAIT CHARLIE AND VAGGIE AS PARENTS" and before you knew it, this was written! Planning on writing more musical song fics soon! I got a couple with OCS but only like two with hazbin characters in my WIPS.

Side note I used to write for the Hamilton fandom back in the day, it was the first musical fandom I properly got into, it really sparked my love for musicals and history, and I was lucky enough to get tickets to it for Christmas, saw it in February and it was just, AWESOME, Eliza's scream sent SHIVERS down my spine. Maybe I'll do a fic with that soon >:]

Anywho! I'm gonna try to get the angst fics out in a bit along with some headcanons but for now I hope this will suffice! Thank you for tunin' on in and I hope you tune on in again soon!

Psst! Join our discord!

Also if ANYONE KNOWS HOW TO DO THE COLOR GRADIENT THING WITH THE TEXT I'VE SEEN SOME FOLKS DO PLEASE TELL ME HOW I BEG OF YOU

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Duck Adam au:

Ozzie and fizz babysits grumpy for a week

Luci calls ozzie constantly to get updates on how's grumpy doing

Ozzie: For the last time Lu, Grumpy is fine! Keeps laying eggs though.

Fizz: Oh she shit on me!

Adam: Hehehe

Ozzie: I gotta go.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

What if S/O and the skeletons accidentally joined lethal company? 🤔

Undertale Sans - He's chilling in the spaceship, sleeping through his teammates screaming for help in the talkie-walkie. He only teleports his S/O back into the ship when they get too silent so they don't get hurt. Don't ask him more than that, he's not exactly an adventurer, he's a couch potato.

Undertale Papyrus - He's trying to keep everyone under his command because they're all doing everything wrong and he swears to Asgore he's going to have a mental breakdown. S/O then comes to him so happy because they found a rubber duckie and they're so happy. Papyrus swears to protect the plastic duck from all harm and completely forgets what the mission was.

Underswap Sans - He found a gun, and now he's laughing hysterically, shooting at the alien monsters trying to eat his crewmates. You all manage to get back into the spaceship safely thanks to him, but then you all can see him riding a giant spider outside, screaming excitedly and you decide to leave him there lol.

Underswap Papyrus - Your crewmates forgot he's allergic to wasps and asked him to go fetch a wasp nest, without telling him the wasps will attack him. Poor Honey is now running for his life, screaming for help as he tries to literally not die, the angry wasps chasing him around. He still has the nest though and somehow brings it back to the ship. He then proceeds to pass out on the floor.

Underfell Sans - He saw a weird disk on the floor but got too scared to pick it up. So he pushed S/O on it and watched in awe as S/O exploded. Oh. It was a mine. It makes more sense now. ... Oh shit, he just exploded his S/O.

Underfell Papyrus - A random monster suddenly falls on his head and tries to choke him. Edge runs like a bull into a wall several times until the alien is mashed. He has weird green blood everywhere on him but he looks so badass when he finally comes back in the spaceship as everyone thought he was dead.

Horrortale Sans - He gets lost in the corridors and decides to sit in a corner and wait for someone to teleport him back into the ship. When S/O actually teleports him back, thinking he died, everyone realizes Oak somehow finds the most expensive thing from the location. He's so confused why everyone is cheering him. He did literally nothing but pick a random thing on the floor as he waited, bored.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's in the spaceship, losing his mind because his S/O doesn't know their right and left hand and keeps running towards the danger. He's having anxiety and his voice is more and more hysterical as you continue to mess up.

Swapfell Sans - You told him to be very careful as aliens might want to lay eggs in his stomach. He waits for all his crewmates to get out of the spaceships, locks the doors, and leaves lol. Get eaten first, he's out of here! Have fun dying.

Swapfell Papyrus - He hears everyone screaming and dying, but he doesn't understand. Somehow, he never sees any monster down there. He picks things up calmly, having fun, and goes back to the spaceship without a scratch. At this point, he thinks his friends are hallucinating and that he's the only one sane. But it's ok. He can play pretend for them.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He engaged in a battle of stare with one of the monsters and he refuses to lose. Everyone begs him after an hour to let go as everyone knows he's the winner since he can't blink, but Wine is not satisfied and refuses. S/O takes the talkie and says he better bring his ass back in the spaceship or they're coming to get him. Wine ignores them. S/O teleports him forcefully into the spaceship and both of them immediately start arguing. Wine is so pissed off.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's hiding. Everyone trusted him to bring the objects they salvaged to the spaceship. Coffee fell on the way to the ship and all the objects fell into quicksand and now it's gone forever. Coffee is scared everyone will get mad at him so he found a cave and decided to hide there until he's sure no one is mad at him lol.

[woso-dreamzzz]

when i was little my aunt give me and my brother duck egg (she own a farm and give it to us after we both throw tantrum) after it hatch i decided to name it mr dandelion while my brother name his yellow but after 10 month mr dandelion lay eggs (i still not sure why my aunt never told us that mr dandelion is girl). im so shocked all this time mr dandelion is a girl but at the same time really mad at yellow... i scream at him for hours while my brother try so hard to defend yellow (oh mr dandelion and yellow eggs end up become dinner for my family though 😅)

just imagine this happened duckie she would be so happy.

Sir Quackers suddenly laying eggs and Jessie starts freaking out because it means more ducks while Duckie is so happy and is just praising Sir Quackers so much

[forays-into-fiction]

Rise and Shine

You and Eddie have been dating for a while now, moved in to your own place, really settled in. You prefer to wear as little clothing as possible, especially in these warmer months, but that might not always be the best idea. 

Request fill for Anon, hope you like it.

Minors DNI

Contains: Slight Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader, Slight Rockstar!Eddie/Reader, Petnames (Babe, Sweetheart), Finger Sucking, Unprotected Sex, Public Sex, Degradation/Name-calling (Slut)

With summer creeping in and the nights getting warmer you had begun to forgo even more of your clothing than usual, not that Eddie had any complaints about it, particularly when it led to most mornings starting with soft, sleepy sex before breakfast.

The freedom of living in your own apartment was a godsend, not that you didn’t like Eddie’s uncle Wayne, but it was beginning to get cramped in that trailer of theirs. Living there also meant donning more clothing than you’d like for the sake of modesty, but all that was a thing of the past.

This morning in particular you had awoken, hands reaching out in search of your boyfriend, but you were met with the empty expanse of cool sheets instead. Groaning and rising bleary-eyed you only just register the faint sounds of a guitar from the living room. Your back pops as you stretch your arms out overhead and make your way to the bedroom door in nothing but your bra and panties.

Trudging past the living room into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from your eyes you mumble, “G’mornin Eds.”

The guitar stops suddenly with an unexpected twang of the strings as you’re filling the kettle.

“Uhhh… babe…” Eddie gasps.

You reply without turning, “Yeah? Want a coffee?”

“No… babe.” He persists, sounding slightly panicked

You continue reaching for your mug, the cannister of coffee, going through the motions, “What’s up?”

“Y/N turn around.” He hisses. You do and spot the rest of his band all sitting around the coffee table.

“Oh fuck…” You scramble to duck behind the counter as they chuckle at you, “… uhhhh good morning, guys.” You call out with a wince.

“Oh no, it is a great morning.” Gareth replies cheekily, only to be met with Eddie’s ringed hand clapping him across the back of the head.

“Oww. Hey, geez watch the hardware, Munson.”

“Watch what you say to my girlfriend, Emerson.” He retorts.

“What? All I said was it’s a great morning.” He feigns innocence.

Eddie sends a glare his way in response.

Peering over the counter you see Eddie shrugging off his shirt, balling it up and tossing it over to you.

“Thank you.” You shout out as you slip his shirt over your head before reappearing.

“So, uh… umm sorry for… interrupting. Has Eddie offered you guys anything to eat or drink?” You try to move past the incident without comment.

“No, he hasn’t. Such terrible host that boyfriend of yours.” Jeff answers for the group as they shake their heads.

“I can make breakfast for all of us if you’re hungry, I can do pancakes, or eggs and bacon or French toast-”

Gareth cuts you off, “I think we all know what Eddie would rather be eating.”

“Jesus Christ dude shut up!” He gives him a shove.

In hopes of dispelling the tension, you try a different topic, “So, uh what brings you fine gentlemen ‘round this time of the morning?”

“Didn’t Eddie tell you?” Clarke speaks up for the first time.

“Shit, no I forgot.” Eddie gasps.

“Yeah, clearly…” You gesture down to your torso.

“Sorry babe.” He replies sheepishly, “Corroded Coffin booked a new gig. We wanted to go over some of our stuff, revise the set list, practice a bit you know.”

“Oh my god babe, that’s amazing!” You move to go to him but falter after the first step, “Pants… I need pants. One sec.”

You scurry back to the bedroom and pull on your own clothes, returning carrying Eddie’s shirt loosely in your hand. You pass it back to him and he pulls it on over his head. You lay a kiss on the crown of his head as his shirt settles over him and plop down on the couch beside him.

“I am so proud of you,” you beam at him before turning to the rest of the guys, “of all of you!”

They mutter a bashful chorus of thanks in response.

“Really though, are you guys hungry or thirsty or anything? ‘Cause I’m making coffee and pancakes for me.” You ask before rising from the couch.

They all mumble various words of assent and you get to work as they return to their earlier discussions and practice.

You lay out everything on the dining table before calling them all over. They tuck in eagerly and you begin, “So, tell me more about this gig, guys.”

“Well, it’s at The Patio, we may be able to get a standing gig if this one goes well.” Eddie answers piling pancakes onto his plate.

“I’m sure it’ll be great. You guys get the setlist figured out?”

“Yep, think we got it all sorted, right?” He looks to the guys and they agree.

“Yep, think we’re good, man” Gareth supplies.

“You want some cream with that babe? We all know how much you love your… cream.” You tease with a smirk, offering Eddie the canister of whipped cream.

Gareth snorts as Eddie reaches out for it, “What?” he asks puzzled.

Jeff tries to hide his smirk behind his coffee as Clarke chuckles, “Cream.”

Eddie looks over at you noticing your smirk, “… oh, not you too babe. They got you teasing me now too? You seemed to quite enjoy my fondness for cream just a couple of nights ago.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining babe, I love how much you love… cream.”

“Shut up…”

“Awww, come on Eds don’t pout. So, when’s the show? Am I invited?” You poke his arm playfully.

“Not if you keep bullying me.” He stabs at his pancakes.

“Oh, don’t listen to ‘im y/n, of course you’re invited.” Jeff adds.

“It’s this Wednesday at seven.” Gareth mumbles swallowing his mouthful of food.

“I will be there.”

Wednesday comes around quickly and you find yourself at The Patio in the perfect spot right by the stage watching Eddie and the guys introduce themselves.

The crowd gives an encouraging little cheer as they begin, you cheer Eddie’s name and he gives you a little grin.

You could watch him performing on a stage like this for the rest of your life. He’s always had a flare for the dramatic, but this is where he truly comes to life, losing himself to the music. His eyes always search out for yours in the crowd and when they meet it’s like electricity surging through you.

The way he looks right now sets your heart racing, his clothing clinging to his sweaty body, hair plastered to his forehead and the back of his neck, eyes sparkling, grinning madly, fingers dancing along the fretboard.

And fuck are you wet, he has you dripping every time he takes the stage and by now, he fucking knows it too. All the times he had you bent over a bathroom sink, in the back of his van, once even over the hood of someone else’s car and all right after a Corroded Coffin performance.

When they all stumble off stage Eddie beelines towards you, sweeping you up in a heated embrace, kissing you sloppily. He pulls back breathlessly, “How’d we do, babe?”

“Amazing as always, come on let’s get some drinks.” You tug on his arm leading him over to the bar.

The two of you find yourselves a little booth, drinks in hand and you plop down beside him. The rest of the band join shortly after with their own drinks and you congratulate them on a wonderful performance. 

They’re all chatting, but you can’t focus on what they’re saying, because Eddie’s hand has slipped under the table and is creeping up your thigh. When he reaches the hem of your dress, he pushes it aside and continues until he meets the sodden lace of your panties. 

He teases you over them with a little smirk never breaking the flow of conversation. You try your best to remain straight-faced but when he pulls your panties to the side and slips his fingers between your folds you let out a little gasp. 

Jeff looks over at you, “You ok, y/n? You’re looking a little sweaty, too warm in here for you?”

You grit your teeth and barely manage an answer, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Why don’t you step out for some fresh air?” He suggests.

“Hmm… oh, yeah that’s a good idea. Eddie, you wanna come with me?” You hiss.

“As the lady wishes.” He replies smugly before ever so slowly removing his hand from your panties.

You stand on shaky legs, assuring them, “Be back in a minute guys.”

Eddie slides out of his seat to stand beside you, holding out his hand for you to take… the same hand he just had rubbing at your cunt, still slick with your juices.

You take his offered hand, face heating even more so, how that was even possible you didn’t know.

He leads you outside down an alley by the bar, you hiss at him “You are an absolute menace, Munson.”

He spins around pushing you against the brick wall, leaning in close, his hand moving to cup the back of your head lest you bump it on the wall, “Oh, am I now little Miss ‘You Want Cream With That’?”

His other hand slips back under your dress as he teases, “See, I don’t think your dripping, little pussy agrees with you. Think she wants my ‘cream’ too. Just look at how you’ve drenched your panties.”

His fingers return to your slick folds and he swirls your wetness around your clit, you whimper in response, “Please Eddie… need more.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, sweetheart. What do you want first… my fingers or my dick?”

“Can… can I have both?” You pant desperately.

“Greedy… you want both? Tell me, sweetheart… how d’ya want it?”

“Wan’ your dick inside me and I wanna suck on your fingers… please.”

“Alrigh’, since you asked so nice an’ all. Can you lift up your dress for me?”

You do as he asks, ruching up the fabric of your dress in both hands, holding it above your hips. Hand dropping from behind your head, he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans and boxers ‘til they sit pressed just beneath his balls, heavy with cum. 

His weepy, ruddy cock stands proudly, jutting out from his thatch of curls and he rubs a hand along its length spreading his precum. He tugs your panties down to your knees and guides his cock between your folds, running the tip up and down through your arousal.

He eases in inch by inch and when he’s fully seated inside you, his eyes meet your own and he’s darting in for a searing kiss, swallowing up all the little noises you make. He pulls away panting, “You ready for my fingers now too?”

You nod, humming in response.

His hand comes up to your lips, wet with both your slick and his precum as he begins thrusting shallowly. Your tongue drops out laving over his digits before slowly sinking down over his pointer finger, moaning around it pathetically, eyes fluttering shut.

His other hand returns to your head, tugging on your hair lightly. You’re whining and drooling all over his fingers as he adds another, his hips increasing their pace, slamming into you with abandon.

“You like that huh, dirty little slut you are… so fucking wet, just soaking my cock and balls…”

You clamp down around him arousal flooding through you as he continues, “Yeah, you do… you know anyone could walk down here and see us, what would they think of you, slobbering on my fingers, getting split open by my cock against a brick wall…”

His hand drops from your head to flick at your swollen clit and it sends you into orbit, his fingers muffling your cries as your walls flutter around his cock, hips rising to meet his erratically.

His hips stutter, losing their rhythm as he unloads with a cry of his own, coating your slick channel with his seed. He slips out of you, both fingers and cock, leaving you a quivering mess, he pulls your panties back into place giving your thigh a quick squeeze along the way.

You let your crinkled dress fall back into place as he brushes your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek and leaning in for a gentle kiss.

Pulling away he teases breathily, “So, how’d you like your ‘cream’?”

“Oh, it was quite good actually. You know when it comes to ‘cream’, I am especially fond of creampies.” You tease back.

“Who’s the fucking menace now, huh?” He laughs.

“Should we… should we head back in?” You swipe a hand over your chin, clearing off the drool.

He nods rightening his own clothing, tucking himself away, before leading you back in arm in arm.