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waywardcrow · 1 year ago

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Summary: After a mission where they crossed a line, Bucky decides to talk about what happened that night with you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader.

WC: Almost 1600.

TW: Avengers kind of things, talk about weapons, sad reader and sad Bucky, misunderstendings, agents talking shit because of jealousy, SMUT (do not interact if you're not +18) some kissing, dancing and boners lol, semi public make out, oral (f recieving) fingering, hint of other things but not so much because I'm so bad a t this, sorry, let me know if I missed something.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

You hated everything that night, the happy people who were eager to get drunk and forget about the ending year, the music too loud that didn’t let you think, the beautiful dress you bought for that very occasion specifically because you wanted to impress a certain super soldier in the New Year's Eve party but that was before last mission, before you messed it all up.

If you closed your eyes, you could see everything playing perfectly in your mind, how unprofessional you were, how much space Bucky put between you two in the quinjet, the tension that followed you the last days and the words of the agents who probably knew about what happen from him. It was a disaster and you wouldn’t escape from it, Tony would never let you go without an explanation if you requested a transfer to another area.

Distracted, drinking your problems you didn’t noticed Bucky’s gaze tearing apart the pretty gold dress you were wearing as if he could feel your skin against his like that night.

It was a simple mission, find the target, watch it until Valkyrie and Wanda could secured the evidence –an arsenal of Asgardian weapons- and then arrested everyone but your cover was necessary and thanks to your powers, the ability to manipulate brain’s perception to make your audience see what you want- make you perfect to blend with him in that shady club pretending to be just a couple looking for a good time.

Easier to say than done, Bucky fought his boner all night with you dancing too close to him, whispering things in his ear, sitting in his lap… sure you could feel how much he wanted to fuck you there in front of everybody, he indulged in his little fantasy when he feel your own arousal, he told himself it was for the mission when he took you to a semi empty corridor to kiss you dumb.

You tasted better than he imagined, like honey and salvation, Bucky was sure that if he kept kissing you he would find heaven.

“Are you ok, terminator? You look like you’re about to have an aneurysm” Sam pulled him out of his mind just in time before he got in trouble righ there in the middle of the party.

“I’m fine” he wasn’t and Sam let out a chuckle.

“Just go and talk to her, you can’t keep avoiding each other forever.”

You were avoiding him, Bucky just gave you space after you walked away from him when the mission was over, like he didn’t almost cum from having you exactly where he wanted you, with your perfect legs around him with just a thin layer of clothes between you.

“I said I’m fine” he said again, not looking at Sam when you made your way to the elevators, going after you.

It was better for you to leave early, too many drinks and you could end up crying or doing something you’ll regret, like talking to Bucky, who jumped in the elevator you called before the doors closed.

“Going to bed already?” he asked and you stared at him like an idiot, how could he look that good all the damn time? A black suit and white shirt shouldn’t make someone that hot, it was cheating “are you alright, honey?”

How have you missed his voice! A simple taste of him and you wanted more, you wanted him to touch you like that night, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like if time was against you both and every second he wasn’t making you feel all of him was a sacrilege.

“Why are you here, Bucky?”

Cornered, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, drawing his attention to your breasts, the memory of his lips pulling softly at your nipple made you want to close your legs to get some sort of friction, trying to calm the need for him.

Like he could read your mind, he licked his lips, wanting to pull your dress and bury himself in your chest but Bucky needed to have a conversation with you first.

“Are you going to avoid me forever, hon?” the super soldier lifted your chin to make you see him when you set your eyes in your heels “I can take a rejection, sweetheart but not you shutting me out completely.”

Bucky had made lots of friends with time but you were his first one, he didn’t want to lose you; you, in the other hand, were more confused than ever.

“What rejection? If anything, you’re the one who is not interested!” boldness coming from the alcohol made you talk before thinking about stopping “and don’t give me that look James Buchanan Barnes, you know perfectly what I’m talking about.”

The elevators door opened and you stormed out, going to you room, the audacity of that man!

“Can you explain to me what are you talking about?” Bucky took your hand and made you face him when you reached your door, all his cocky attitude was replaced by confusion.

“Please don’t pretend you didn’t tell Carla and Ashley what happen that night, I heard them talking the morning after in the gym” Above all the embarrassment there was hurt, you thought he could be trusted but Bucky proved you were an idiot “they were talking how you hated being assigned with me and to pretend to make out with me.”

Bucky’s heart hammered in his chest, what the hell were you talking about? He didn’t say anything, at all but you looked so sure he couldn’t speak.

“You made it very clear putting distance between us in the ride home but you didn’t have to tell them” your voice trembled, still you refused to cry, if that was the kind of man Bucky was, he didn’t deserve your tears.

“I swear I didn’t say anything, honey, I swear” he promised, making himself small to look at your eyes “I don’t know how they know, please believe me.”

You shake your head; you wanted to believe him but…

“I told no one, I really thought you were mad at me for taking advantage of the situation, that I misread it” he mumbled, desperate to prove you he was telling the truth, taking your face in his hands “I should have been more professional, more of a gentleman, ask you properly on a date, not acting like that, no matter how much I wanted it. That’s why I put space between us; Wanda and Val were looking at me like they would spray me with cold water if I breathed near you.”

Bucky wished you could read his mind to see he was honest but you still could, sensing his desperation matching yours.

“Do you really mean that?”

His heart broke at how unsure you sounded, he would spend every day of his life proving to you how much he meant it.

“I do, honey, you’re not only a friend to me, why do you think I requested to be with you in that mission?” with his arms around your waist, you put your hands in his chest to feel his heartbeat “I can’t be apart from you, I needed you close while I was gathering courage to confess my feelings but then I couldn’t hide it and…”

You interrupted him to kiss him, not giving a damn about anything but Bucky’s lips in yours. He opened the door and you took him with you to your room, tossing his jacket to the floor and taking your heels off.

“You should keep them on” he said between kisses, guiding you to your bed.

“Maybe next time” you promised, opening his dress shirt, he gave you a smirk while he took it off, like he couldn’t wait.

“This dress has to go, even if I love it.”

“I only bought it for you to take it off” you confessed, mesmerized by his hands undressing you before he placed you softly in your bed, earning a grin from him.

“Really? Well, you deserve a reward for thinking about me, honey”

Before you could ask, he was with his knees on the floor, ripping your panties to eat you out like he needed it to keep breathing.

It barely gave you time to let out a lewd moan that only encourage him more, putting your legs in his broad shoulders, nipping at your sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

It was real? It was the alcohol? You could think so if it wasn’t very improbable, your imagination couldn’t make this up, not something this good at least.

“Please” you begged and he shove one finger in you, then almost immediately another while licking you and going back to your clit, moaning at the taste of you, humping the mattress to get some relief, especially when you pulled at his short locks, making him groan.

“Bucky! Pleaseplease…” were the only words you could form but then he decided to replace his fingers with his tongue and you were gone, the orgasm hit you like a thousand waves and you could swear you fainted for a second, only coming back to yourself when you tasted your own arousal in his kiss.

Surprised to being this responsive with him, you kissed him back and he looked at you, fire blazing in his eyes.

“Come back to me, honey, we are just getting started” he promised against your lips and dear God, he was a man of his word. Hors later, the fireworks were loud enough outside but you both couldn’t care less, you finally have what you wanted: each other.

So this is my first time writing smut and I wanted to do it for New year's Eve, it was fun! Tell me what you think and happy new year!

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes angst

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x-reader-things · 2 months ago

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Hello!I just stumbled upon your recent post about opening up commissions again. And it makes me happy you do Arcane!😅. Anyway I was maybe hoping for my request/suggestion.

Vi x female reader(She/her). It's just romantic of course!idk of you're comfortable with a single mother fem y/n?like reader already has the child it's ok to not do this!!

I just more so want some Vi x female reader where Vi gets out of Still water and going to find her onve teen girlfriend again baisvally a chess reunion between them

It's been a while since I've written a request, and anything for Arcane in that matter so I hope this isn't too ooc-

Anyways I love Vi <33333

"I trust her."

Vi x f!reader [could be easily read as gn!reader though too, no phsyical specifics about reader were described]

Summary ; In which Vi discovers you're looking after a kid.

Requested? ; Yes.

Warnings ; None, outside of a small description of an injury and some mentions of enforcers being awful.

Word count ; 1.3 k words.

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"You... have a kid?"

The small hellion behind you hid by your legs. He barely reached past your knees. A bit small for a five year old, but given the circumstances of Zaun... it was the norm.

You turned towards the kid, and placed a comforting hand on the top of his head. He visibly relaxed at the gesture, and tentatively peaked out to look at the strong woman in front of you both.

"Not my kid by blood, Vi", you told her with a forced chuckle. "You know me, I don't think I'd get with any of the guys down here in Zaun. Even here in the Firelights."

Vi took her gaze off of the kid, and settled her eyes on you.

"Well...", she started, her tone a bit tense. "It has been, what, seven years? Things change."

Except you, she hoped. Kind hearted, beautiful you. A light in the dark of Zaun and Piltover alike. At least, that's how she described you as when it was just her and Vander, talking about everything and nothing during one of the calmer nights before shit hit the fan.

"Not always", you replied. You kept your voice calm, and careful. A habit you've made for yourself whenever the Firelights let in someone new. It kept the children the group took care of calm, and kept the adults from lashing out. You did that because you had no idea what the newcomers had been through. Be it their addiction to Shimmer, loss of a loved one, or the brutality of an enforcer.

You had to make sure there was a level of trust. And stars know how you needed to keep that up with Vi, with everything she's been through at Stillwater. Keep a level head. Don't let all your old emotions and memories resurface to the cracks you painstakingly had to fill.

Especially with the little guy near your legs, who had begun to stare tiny daggers at Vi.

"This little guy--", you began, voice straining with a bit of effort while you hauled him up to your hip. "--is still new here. Kind of. Won't leave my side, not that I mind. Scar said it was like I was... reverse adopted or something like that."

You smiled wryly at the thought. "I figured why not take him under my wing? Help him acclimate and get used to it here. I had extra space in my room too, so it all worked out."

A small smile pulled at the corners of Vi's mouth. You were still just as kindhearted as when you both were teenagers. Still lovely.

Good, she thinks. That's good.

"So... not your kid then, bird?"

The nickname fell so seamlessly off her tongue. A nickname she gave you because during your little exploits up to Piltover, whenever it was just you and her, you practically flew around the buildings. You had told her it was because you had a good teacher to help you. If Vi remembered correctly, that was around the time of her first kiss with you.

She said you were amazing, you said you had a good teacher and gave her the softest eyes she could ever imagine and then...

Well, your glance away from her said it all. You remembered it too.

She missed you so much.

Clearing your throat, you continued. "No, no, he's still my kid. Best kid all around - and I will be biased, 'cause he's a great helper, isn't that right, Clay?"

Clay, the boy in your arms, nodded. He still glowered at the woman in front of you.

"Doesn't seem like he likes me all that much", Vi said. She shoved her hands back into the pockets of her jacket, and took a small step forward. Clay leaned back into you defensively, and a small arm wrapped around the front of your shoulders. Vi raised a brow at that. A curious one, rather than the usual judgemental one.

You adjusted your hold on the five year old, one hand raised to his back to keep him stable on your hip. Your other hand moved to his arm, and gently pried his hand off of your shoulder. You let him keep a hold on your hand to mess with it, an action you were used to doing by then. Over time you had found out the kid was tactile, and hated being left alone for too long.

"He doesn't trust people he doesn't know too well. Gets quiet, too. Plus you were hauled in here with a bag over your head and got tied up before Ekko found out it was you, and not some other piltie, so...", you shrugged. Vi huffed out a wry laugh.

"Figures. I wouldn't trust me either, kid", she said to Clay. Clay blinked at her, the sharpness in his eyes reducing the slightest bit.

"Vi, here, isn't like those pilties though", you said to him. "She's not like those enforcers from what happened, kiddo. Can't say much for that friend of hers, but Vi's trustworthy. You alright if I show you?"

You held out the hand he was playing with, and opened it with your palm facing up, as if you were offering your hand over to Vi. Clay glanced in between you both, and regarded Vi with a careful scrutiny. When he saw the care in your eyes, and the calmness in both of you, he quietly spoke.

" 'Think so."

"You sure?", you asked. Vi swears your voice got ten times more gentle, ten times more sweet. Although, that could be the nostalgia talking. Nonetheless, it was still there. "I don't wanna do something you're uncomfortable with, bud."

" 'M sure."

"Alright." You nodded at him, and your eyes went back to Vi. Your hand still remained outstretched towards her, a quiet beckon for her to take it into her own. Just like you've done dozens of times before this, when you were just teenagers. Just kids.

Your eyes traced over her. Took in every new scar, every new tattoo and muscle. Her hands were infinitely roughed up, even with the bandages over them. However, it was still her. Still Vi.

Your Vi.

Changes or no changes, she was still the person you grew to love years ago. And hopefully, she still understood that silent plea in your eyes to hold her hand.

Vi's eyes, the softest of powder blue, went gentle. The bags under them still sagged, but the weight of them lightened. Almost tentatively, she raised her hand to yours.

The briefest of touches, her fingertips to yours, sparked with static. Vi flinched her hand away at first, and shared a laugh with you at how sudden it was. But after that, her hand slipped right onto yours.

You squeezed her wrist, and she did the same. You turned her hand over, so that her own hand was laid out, palm up, and raised it just a bit so that Clay could see it better.

"See? She's not so bad", you mumbled. "Rough around the edges, sure, but everyone is. Vi won't hurt you, and she won't hurt me."

Clay stared at Vi's hand, and listened carefully to your words. He reached down, and placed his small hand onto the bandages covering Vi's palm.

The sleeve on his jacket rose up, showing the bandages wrapped around his own wrist. An injury from a harsh scrape he got from running away from an enforcer. By the time you and a few firelights found him, it was already infected. Luckily, back there at the Firelight's tree, there were enough antibiotics there to help. And luckily, he was healing.

Vi and Clay looked up at each other. The tension pulling at Clay's shoulders dropped some, and Vi just gave him a small nod.

"See what I mean, Clay?" Your thumb brushed against her wrist, moving slowly in a crescent shape against her skin. A habit you used to have, years ago. "She won't hurt us."

You gazed back into her eyes. Longing and love and hurt swirled behind them. Tapered down, but still there.

"I trust her."

I missed you.

#arcane vi x reader #vi x reader #romantic!vi x reader #romantic x reader #romantic!reader #vi x fem reader #f!reader #x reader #arcane x reader #arcane x female reader #vi my beloved #<33333 #one of my favorite characters fr #seriously #im love her sm honestly #also ik we dont see her interacting w / kids a lot outside of the first season but #i can definitely see her being pretty chill w / them #i mean she's literally an older sister #she cares about kids well being weather she knows them or not

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corroded-hellfire · 9 months ago

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Can we get Reader’s first Mother’s Day after Eliza is born? I’m imagining Eliza in a little “I 🩷 Mommy” onesie.

Also manifesting a heartfelt moment between Reader & Ryan ok byeeeee ✌🏻

Eliza in onesie? Check. Heartfelt moment with Ryan? Check. Cheesiness? Check.

Words: 6.4k

[As You Wish masterlist]

A low whining starts off slow but grows in both volume and intensity. The moment it registers in Eddie’s sleeping brain, he blinks his eyes open and is quick to grab the baby monitor and turn the sound down so it doesn’t wake you. Gently, he sets the monitor back down on his nightstand and rolls to look over his shoulder, checking to see if you’re still asleep.

A sleepy smile grows on Eddie’s face as he watches you, still out like a light, lips parted, and curled up with the comforter tucked up over your shoulder. If he didn’t have to get up to get your daughter, your husband would burrow under the blankets and cuddle up against you for the rest of the morning. But today is all about you and that starts with Eddie getting up bright and early so you don’t have to.

The moment the door to Eliza’s nursery cracks open, her whines go from half-hearted to insistent. She knows someone is there and she is going to make damn sure they hear her and come get her.

“Hey, there’s my little sunshine,” Eddie says as he steps into the nursery.

Eliza watches him with her wide brown eyes as he goes over to her pink curtains, parting them to let some light filter into the room. The sun isn’t even fully out yet, but the brightening gray sky provides enough of a shine to see by.

“How’d you sleep, hmm?” Eddie asks as he picks the seven-month-old up out of her crib.

Her chubby little fingers instantly grab at the shoulder of Eddie’s faded Hellfire shirt. She sighs contently when her dad presses a few kisses into the wispy baby hairs at her temple.

“You hungry?”

The rest of the house is silent as the two make their way to the kitchen. Eliza’s little hums and coos keep her occupied, like she’s having some sort of conversation, as Eddie sets her into her Disney princess highchair.

“I’ll heat up a bottle and then we’ll go watch some TV, okay?” Eddie asks the baby through a yawn.

He receives no reply as he pulls a prepared baby bottle out of the refrigerator and pops it into the microwave. As it heats up, Eddie goes around the kitchen, pulling out a frying pan, a spatula, and some cooking spray. Eliza watches with curiosity, but the moment the microwave beeps, her eyes snap in that direction, and she whines to get the attention of her father.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Eddie says, ruffling the tiny bit of hair that Eliza has as he passes by her.

The milk passes the wrist temperature test, so Eddie scoops his daughter up and makes his way into the living room with her.

“Okay,” he says through another yawn. “What should we watch? Let’s see what’s already in the DVD player. Oh, you like Hercules. Perfect.”

Eddie presses play on the remote and settles down on the couch with Eliza. He kicks out his plaid pajama clad legs and rests his feet on the coffee table as he situates Eliza against his body so he’s best able to feed her.

The little girl eagerly accepts her food, snuggling back against her dad’s chest as she takes over the responsibility of holding the bottle. Her eyes remain trained on the screen as she drinks, Eddie becoming invested in the movie as well. He even starts to sing to her as she finishes up the last of her milk.

“Like a shooting star, I will go the distance

I will search the world, I will face its harms

I don’t care how far, I can go the distance

‘Til I find my hero’s welcome waiting in your arms.”

Bright, shining eyes stare up at Eddie, making him chuckle once the song is over. Eliza blinks a few times, her dark long lashes kissing her cheeks with each flutter.

“Like when I sing?” Eddie asks her.

As a response, she drops her empty bottle and snuggles even further into her dad’s chest, making herself as comfortable as possible. Eddie gently rests his head atop her softer, smaller one and keeps watching the movie with her.

About halfway through the movie, Ryan comes down the hallway, rubbing his left eye as he trudges into the living room.

“Morning, pal,” Eddie greets.

“Mornin’,” Ryan answers, waving to his little sister as he passes the couch.

Eddie turns his head to tell his son, “I got everything you’ll need out for you. On the counter by the stove. Well, you’ll need to get the food parts out of the fridge, but I got the other stuff.”

“Thanks,” Ryan says as he continues on to the kitchen.

Now instead of the movie, Eddie’s attention is on any and all sounds coming from the kitchen. Yes, he trusts Ryan and knows he’s a competent kid—but he’s still only a twelve-year-old kid. After about ten minutes, Eddie can’t take it any longer and places Eliza in her pink flowery walker so he can go check in on his oldest son.

Ryan’s doing surprisingly well. He has all the ingredients that he needs out, and he has everything set up around him. He’s about to open the carton of eggs when Eddie raises his eyebrows.

“Did you wash your hands before you started cooking?”

“Oh, right.”

As Ryan goes over to the sink, Eddie hears “Hi, Eliza!” come from the living room. The heavy tread that accompanies the voice lets Eddie know exactly where Luke is until the ten-year-old pops up beside him.

“I’m hungry,” Luke says.

Eddie musses up the boy’s curls and nods his head.

“Eliza and I will go wake up the star of the day and then I’ll make you breakfast.”

The door to your bedroom slowly swings open, the heads of your husband and daughter popping in. The moment Eliza’s gaze falls on you, she immediately wants to be brought to your side.

“Okay, okay,” Eddie whispers as he walks over to the bed. He sits down on his side of the bed and lets Eliza go, who wastes no time crawling over to you. She wraps her small arms around your head, hugging it, and making Eddie laugh. “Why don’t you give Mommy some kisses? Wake her up like Sleeping Beauty?”

Eliza just tilts her head to look up at him, not knowing what he means. Your husband demonstrates by leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. This motion is what wakes you up, but you give no sign of being conscious, enjoying listening to your husband and daughter.

The infant does her best to copy her father, but really just slobbers on your face, which makes you laugh and peek your eyes open at her.

“Well, hello there,” you say, wiping baby drool off of your nose before it can run down any farther.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” Eddie cheers, one hand on Eliza’s back as if he’s encouraging her to say it as well.

“Thank you, Sweet Pea.” You press a kiss to your daughter’s cheek. “And thank you, baby.” Eddie leans in and gives you a peck on the lips. “Where are my boys?”

“Ryan is actually preparing your first gift of the day,” Eddie explains. “And Luke is either helping him or being a pain in the ass.”

As if he knew he was being talked about, Luke rushes into the room and does a running jump onto the bed.

“I’m heeeeeeere!”

Your middle child belly flops on the foot of the bed before army crawling up to you and wrapping an arm around your neck to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Happy Mother’s Day,” he says.

“Thank you, honey.”

You take a look around at everyone on the bed and stick your lower lip out in a pout.

“I’m missing my oldest.”

Eddie presses a kiss to the top of Eliza’s head and makes sure she’s securely between you and Luke before he gets up from the bed.

“Let me go check on him.”

While Eddie walks out of the room, Luke wriggles himself so his arms wrap around Eliza’s small frame and lays his head on your shoulder.

“So,” he says, looking up at you, his blue eyes full of excitement. “It’s a surprise but you gotta know so you’ll be ready on time so I’m gonna tell you my gift!”

“Ready on time?” you ask, brows pinching together.

“Mhmm!” Luke says, letting Eliza chew on his thumb. “The art studio near Dad’s work is having a special Mommy and Me painting day and you and I are gonna go!”

“Luke, that sounds perfect,” you say, a bright grin lighting up your face. “I can’t wait.”

Eddie steps back into the room with Ryan, who has batter smudged on his nose.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” Ryan says, coming over and giving you a hug.

“Thank you, sweetheart. What have you been making a mess of?” you tease, poking his nose just below the smeared batter.

“My present to you!” he says excitedly. “I made breakfast. Just for the two of us.”

A gasp of excitement escapes your lips, and you rest your forehead against Ryan’s.

“He’s even set up a nice place setting out on the porch for you guys,” Eddie adds. “I’ll be managing the gremlins inside.”

“Hey! Who you calling a gremlin?” Luke asks, sitting up and narrowing his eyes at his father.

As if in response, Eliza presses her hands flat against Luke’s stomach and gives him a push.

“He was talking about you too, you know,” Luke tells his baby sister with a sigh. She copies his sigh and flops dramatically across his lap.

There’s a soft breeze outside as you sit across the table from Ryan, enjoying the French toast breakfast that he made for the two of you. Surprisingly, it tastes really good—better than any breakfast that’s been made for you in a long time.

“I think you should take over cooking for your dad from now on,” you tell Ryan with a playful smirk on your face. Before he can respond, your eyes catch on the mug sitting at your place setting. It’s white with a gold handle, and in the same golden color it says “World’s Best Mom” in a swoopy font.

For a moment you just stare at it, admiring it, and feeling your heart fill up with warmth. Carefully, you reach forward and lift the mug full of coffee towards you.

“This is beautiful, sweetheart,” you tell Ryan, looking at him over the rim of the mug. “Thank you.”

There’s a smile on Ryan’s face that’s a mixture of excitement and that mischievous look he used to get when he was a little boy.

“You should look at the back,” he says as you’re mid-sip.

Once you swallow your mouthful of coffee, you slowly turn the mug one hundred and eighty degrees to take a look at the other side. The sight that greets you has your eyes immediately filling with tears. Printed on the mug is a family picture of the five of you—the very first picture the five of you had taken together after Eliza had been born. The newborn is still wrapped in her blanket from the hospital as you hold her while sitting on the couch, Eddie right beside you. On his other side is Luke, grinning that hundred-watt smile that can light up any room. And on your other side is Ryan, leaning in close because just before the picture was snapped, he had his head bent over Eliza and was telling her that she was home now.

As much as you want to thank Ryan for the gift, your throat feels too constricted for words.

“Oh my God,” you’re finally able to squeak out. It takes you another few moments before you can speak again. “Ryan, I absolutely love it. It’s perfect. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You set the mug back down on the table and open your arms for him. The oldest Munson boy pushes out of his chair and walks around the table, where you pull him into a bone crushing hug. He laughs as he wraps his arms around you to embrace you in return. Giving a little extra tug, you pull Ryan all the way into your lap, which has him laughing even harder. The pure joy his laughter radiates has you even more emotional than you already were.

“I don’t care if you’re too big for this now!” you say, words muffled against his back. Ryan tries to situate himself a little better, so you loosen your grip but don’t let him go. He drops his head back, realizing he isn’t going to be let free just yet, and the way the back of his skull becomes cradled in the crook of your elbow reminds you of how you held Eliza when she was smaller. A chuckle stuffed with a dozen different emotions bubbles out of you and you smooth some of Ryan’s golden brown curls off his forehead.

“I don’t care that you’ll be a teenager soon. I don’t care that you’re almost as tall as me. You’re still my little boy. You’ll always be my little boy.”

A smile tugs at the corners of Ryan's mouth.

“I’m so lucky that you’re my son,” you say softly.

Doe eyes that are so much like his father’s and his sister’s stare up at you from where his head rests on your arm, love and curiosity in his gaze.

“Did you love us before you loved Dad?” he asks.

It’s not something you expected him to ask, not something you thought about in a long time.

“That’s a tricky question,” you say, brows pinching together. “Because they’re different types of love. But, yeah, I did love you guys first. It was impossible not to after spending time with you.”

Ryan tilts his head, looking away pensively. He’s quiet and you wish you knew what was going on in his brilliant, beautiful mind.

“That’s pretty cool,” he finally says. “Some people have trouble finding the person they belong with. But you found three.” He smiles. “You were always meant to be my mom.”

The tears that began to build up earlier now fall down your cheeks and Ryan is quick to sit up and wipe them away.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

“It’s a good cry,” you assure him with a watery smile through your sniffles. “It’s very, very good.”

The second that you step through the door into the classroom where the Mommy and Me paint session is happening, Luke’s eyes go wide. All the art that hangs on the walls mesmerizes him as the two of you find a pair of empty canvases to sit at.

Towards the back of the room, you and Luke take seats at a table on the left side. There are two easels perched on the table that hold blank white canvases. Between the two, there are a myriad of colored paints for you and Luke to share, as well as a variety of brushes of different sizes.

You’re about to redirect Luke into a conversation with you because it seems like all the art surrounding him has him on overdrive, head constantly on a swivel in an attempt to see everything and you don’t want him to get overstimulated. But before you can open your mouth, the teacher at the front of the class calls for attention.

“Happy Mother’s Day everyone!” she says. “I’m so glad that so many of you wanted to spend time painting with your moms today! I’m Hannah and I’ll be your instructor for this class.” Hannah explains the basic rules, how the class works, and offers to answer any questions. “Sometimes we have themes we work on in these classes, but I’m not here to tell you what to paint. But wouldn’t it be cool if each mom and child’s set of paintings had a common theme?”

Luke perks up at this, instantly loving the idea. He swivels to you in his seat and nods his head so emphatically he reminds you of a bobblehead doll.

When you’re given free rein to work on your paintings, Luke plucks a thin paintbrush out of the holder and taps it against his chin.

“What should we paint?”

“What about…the ocean?” you suggest. “You can paint the pirate ship that’s on top of the water and I can paint the mermaid that’s under the water.”

Luke gets very excited about your idea and nods enthusiastically once more. You swear, you feel like you have to stop him before a spring pops out of his neck.

“Ooh! We should turn the canvases like this!” Luke tilts both canvases so they’re landscape and would look better one on top of the other.

“Very smart,” you praise.

Luke appraises his canvas and decides where to start painting the bottom of his ship, when his eyes glance over to your blank canvas and he’s struck with an idea.

“You should make the mermaid look like Eliza! Not like…a baby, but with her color hair and eyes. And maybe a pink tail since she loves pink!”

You chuckle, eyes crinkling in the corner as you nod your head in agreement. “I can’t think of anyone who would make a more magical mermaid than your sister,” you say.

“You would,” Luke says casually as he dips his brush in some coppery-taupe paint.

Warmth fills your body and your hand stalls on its way to grab a brush at his compliment. You make a mental note to ruffle his curls up later when your hands are clean and press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Like The Little Mermaid?” you ask.

“Yeah,” Luke says, brush stroking from side to side to paint the broad side of the ship. “But, like, the Disney one, not the Brother’s Grimm one where she doesn’t break the spell in time and turns into seafoam.”

Your giggle was pink, the same shade that you’d chosen for your mermaid’s tail.

Conversation flows and ebbs easily between the two of you as the ninety-minute class ticks by—it’s always easy and never boring with Luke around. Occasionally, you ask one another for advice on your paintings or ask how something is coming along. Once the instructor announces that time is up, you and Luke clean up your area while the teacher goes from table to table, taking pictures of the mothers and children with their paintings.

When she gets to you, you squat down so that you can hold your mermaid below Luke’s pirate ship. The ten-year-old holds his painting below his chin, giving the camera a proud smile, while you’re out to the side of the paintings, also sporting a proud smile. But your pride isn’t in your artwork—it’s in having Luke as your son.

When the two of you get back home, Luke eagerly shows off your paintings and Polaroid to Eddie, who, of course, loves them. The photo immediately goes on the fridge, held up by Luke’s favorite Shrek magnet, and the paintings are set on the entertainment unit until you and Luke can find a good place to hang them.

“Someone says she just woke up from her nap and is ready to hang out with Mommy,” Eddie sing-songs as he walks into the living room from the hall, where he was picking up the little Liza Bean from her nap time. Your favorite part, though, is that Eliza is wearing a white onesie that says “I 💜 Mommy.”

“Well, look at you!” you say, gleefully accepting your daughter from your husband. “And I heart Eliza! Mwah!”

“She’s got a surprise for you, too,” Eddie says.

You cock an eyebrow at your husband. “Oh, really? If it’s in her diaper I’m handing her back to you.”

Eddie laughs and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“No, not in her diaper. But it is in the bathroom.”

“The bathroom?” you question.

Eliza babbles as if she’s asking about the location as well.

“What are you asking for?” Eddie teases Eliza. “You know what it is.”

After a small boop to Eliza’s nose, Eddie slips his hand into yours and leads you into the master bathroom. Products in an array of colors are laid out on the counter and there’s a radio with a CD player tucked into the corner.

“What’s all this?” you ask, taking everything before you in.

Eddie casually strolls over to the counter and begins to present the different items as if he’s Vanna White.

“Hair mask for Mom, baby oil for Eliza’s hair,” he begins. “Oh, don’t worry, before you ask, Eliza and I got help from the people at the store who actually knew what they were talking about. Right, baby girl? Right. Okay, so. Next, face mask for Mom, oatmeal lotion for Eliza’s face. Then, as you can see, you have a variety of scents to choose from for your luxurious bubble bath. And body lotion for Mom, and more baby oil for Eliza.”

You’re overwhelmed by everything Eddie prepared and look down at your daughter in your arms, smiling up at you with her single tooth proudly on display in her lower gums. You’re overcome with how adorable she is and need to nuzzle your face against hers.

“Are we having a Mommy and Eliza spa afternoon?”

“All her idea,” Eddie says, holding up his hands in front of him.

With a chuckle, you step forward and press a soft, slow kiss to your husband’s lips.

“This is absolutely the sweetest thing ever,” you whisper against his mouth. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my love. You deserve some relaxation. Thought this would be some nice time for my girls.” Eddie’s eyes go back and forth from you to Eliza, Eliza to you, and the pure love that shines through his gaze is enough to get you tearing up again.

“Isn’t Daddy the best?” you ask Eliza, who is too busy looking at everything laid out on the counter.

“I think she just wants to get to it,” Eddie says. “I’ll leave you girls to your spa.”

On his way towards the bathroom door, Eddie presses play and the CD in the player begins playing instrumental, lullaby covers of popular songs that you had purchased for Eliza.

It makes you laugh, and Eddie gives you a wink, about to head out the door, but he stops short.

“Oh! One more thing.”

He steps back in and closes the door to reveal two lavender bathrobes hanging on the back, one that has “Mommy” embroidered on the back and one that says “Eliza.”

“Eddie!” You say his name with a gasp. “Oh my God, they’re so pretty.”

“Gotta keep my girls comfy even when they come out of the spa,” he says with another wink. “I’ll leave you girls to it.”

Once Eddie is gone and has shut the door behind him, you take a deep breath, wondering where to begin.

“Let’s see,” you say to Eliza. “What scented bubble bath should we use?”

Using one arm to grab all five different options, you lower yourself to the cold tile floor below and let Eliza rest between your spread legs. She leans against you and immediately picks up one of the bottles.

“Wanna try this one first? Okay. Let’s see, this is vanilla scented.” You unscrew the cap and take a sniff. It’s a faint smell, but it’s nice. When you offer it for Eliza to smell, she’s clearly unimpressed as she doesn’t even spare the bottle a second glance. “We’ll call that a maybe.” You set that one to the side and grab another bottle. Rose Water. The scent isn’t bad to you, but it immediately makes little Eliza sneeze. That one gets pushed farther away as you giggle at how adorable your little girl’s sneezes are. The third option is Cherry Blossoms and by the way Eliza wanted to take this bottle from your hands, you’d say she liked it. A definite contender since you enjoyed it as well. Tropical Mango is a hit with Eliza, not so much with you, and Citrus smelled nice and clean but Eliza wrinkled up her nose more than you’ve ever seen her do before. Cherry Blossoms it is.

You let Eliza stay seated on the floor and push the other bottles around while you get up to run the bath water and add the bubbles. Next up, adding the baby oil to Eliza’s hair proves amusing because she keeps trying to roll her eyeballs up high enough to see what you’re doing. It’s impossible not to giggle and you press a kiss to her nose.

“Silly girl.”

Adding your own hair mask is much simpler, but Eliza still studies you, and you can’t help but wonder what’s going through her little mind as she watches you now—never mind what goes on in your house on a day-to-day basis.

“You ready for the water?”

Carefully, you step into the tub—making sure both facemasks are within reach—and lower both you and Eliza into the warm water and bubbles.

The seven-month-old clearly isn’t sure how she feels about sitting in the water at first, but once she realizes you’re sitting in there with her and it’s warm, she likes it. Slowly, she begins to get a little more adventurous and starts to make small splashes. These amuse her greatly until the bubbles start growing higher; then she seems a little concerned by them. All it takes is you scooping some up in your hand and blowing on them so they scatter and fly around to catch the baby’s attention again. She sits facing you and you gather enough suds to give her a bubble beard. This tickles her both literally and figuratively because she can’t stop laughing once it’s on her.

The sound is pure joy and so infectious. You laugh with her, silently wishing she could always be this happy.

The song on the CD changes to the instrumental, lullaby version of You’re My Best Friend by Queen.

“I love this song,” you tell her.

“Ooh, you make me live

Whatever this world can give to me

It’s you, you’re all I see

Ooh, you make me live now, honey

Ooh, you make me live.”

Eliza is mesmerized by your singing, and it makes you chuckle. She rests her head against your chest but the oil in her hair has her head slipping around, making you laugh even more.

With a sigh, you sink a little further into the water to relax.

“When you’re old enough to head bang,” you say, “I’ll teach you Bohemian Rhapsody. But fair warning, once you can head bang your dad is gonna make you do it to his music all the time.”

After you’ve soaked for a bit and both your and Eliza’s fingers are pruny, you reach over the side of the tub and grab the face mask and oatmeal lotion. First you apply Eliza’s and you’re surprised at how still she sits and lets you rub it around her face. Maybe it feels nice to her, just like a facial should. As you apply the mask to your skin, Eliza starts to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” you ask her.

Her ferocious giggles continue, and you realize she must be laughing at how you look because she looks silly even in her little oatmeal mask. The two of you laugh and you have to hold Eliza steady because even though she’s getting very good at sitting up on her own now, she’s laughing so hard that she keeps almost falling over.

Taking a washcloth, you first gently take off Eliza’s mask and then your own. Though her giggles have subsided, Eliza looks up at you with a smile on her lips and a glimmer of happiness in her eyes.

“This isn’t my first Mother’s Day,” you tell her, voice soft at first, “but it’s my first one with a baby. My little Sweet Pea. You and your brothers—and your dad—made this such a wonderful day. I’m so lucky to have you all. Thank you for choosing me to be your mom. I’d like to think you chose me, anyway.”

The little girl puckers her lips and makes a smacking sound as if she blew you a kiss.

“Right back atcha, kid.”

As soon as you get both of your hairs rinsed out, all you can think about is the soft plush bathrobe that’s awaiting you. But first, lotion. As you apply yours to your body, Eliza watches the water go down the drain of the tub with complete fascination. She peeks over the side of the tub, mesmerized with the whirlpool collecting near the pulled plug.

“Ready to be moisturized?” you ask her once all the water has disappeared. “Want that baby smooth skin?” Your own joke makes you laugh as you pop the top on the baby oil.

Eliza isn’t used to the sensation of having something slick on her skin. The slightly furrowed brow and the way she keeps running her hands lightly over her arms tells you she isn’t sure how she feels about it.

The time has now come for the bathrobes. The mini one comes off its hook first. It’s a little difficult to maneuver her body into the robe, but you soon get it situated on her and tie the fuzzy belt at her waist. She is a purple marshmallow, and the cuteness threatens to make your heart burst. A pleasurable sigh hums through you as you slip into your own robe. The way it feels like you’re wearing a pillow and cuddled up cozy but not constricted or overheated has you daydreaming about wearing this every single day.

“Come on you,” you say, picking up your fashion twin. “Let’s go see Daddy.”

Footsteps approach the living room and Eddie turns his head from the television to see you and Eliza making your entrance. A laugh of amusement falls from your husband’s lips.

“Look at my girls! A vision in purple!”

You walk around the couch and sit down on his lap, holding Eliza on your own.

“Tell Daddy that we had a nice relaxing time.”

“Good,” Eddie says and presses a kiss to your cheek. A strong hand rubs up and down your back and it relaxes you even further.

“Where are the boys?” you ask, voice sounding slightly distant as his touch lulls your body practically pliant.

“In the kitchen,” Eddie says, “going over the takeout menu for the Chinese place a few blocks over. So we’ll probably see them in an hour or two.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, you snuggle up against your husband, your baby cocooned between you.

“I love Chinese food.”

“That’s why we’re getting it, princess. It’s your day,” Eddie tells you before looking down at your daughter. “Right, Liza?”

Eliza simply blinks at him in response and buries her face in the soft fabric of your robe.

“Oh,” Eddie says as a thought resurfaces in his mind. He looks over the back of the couch to make sure neither of the boys are coming. “I have to tell you what Luke said. And, well, Ryan too.”

“What is it?”

Eddie’s smile is one filled with happiness and pride and it’s making you all the more curious.

“When you were in the bathroom—excuse me, I mean spa—Luke was telling us about the art class and how much fun it was. Then he kind of pauses and says, ‘You know…no, never mind. It will sound stupid.’ But I was like, come on, what’s on your mind, kid? And he goes, ‘I’ve always known how much Ryan and I are loved by everyone; our family. But I guess seeing how we’re treated the same way…’ And then he trailed off and sighed, and I think he couldn’t figure out how to phrase what he wanted to say. But I guess Ryan knew where he was going because he took over. He says, “We’re not treated any differently than Eliza. We’re all…’ Then he trailed off, but I caught where they were going then. So, I said, ‘You’re all her kids. Each one of you three is just as much her child as the other two. There’s no difference.’”

Tears flood your eyes but you’re not entirely sure what emotion is provoking them.

“They thought—” your voice cracks and you can’t continue.

“No, no, hey,” Eddie reassures you. “Both of them said it was something they never thought about. Not even after Eliza was born. But I guess a kid in Luke’s class or something says his stepdad doesn’t treat him like his son and Luke thought that was crazy. All he’s known since he was five is you loving him as if he’s your own. Because he is your son. Then I guess Luke talked to Ryan about it and they thought back and couldn’t think of a time where you treated Eliza as more important than them. I think it was an emotional revelation. One that they don’t take lightly. They know that they’re your babies, too. God, I wish you could’ve seen the looks on their faces when we were talking about this. Just the pride they have that you’re their mom. That you chose them and love them as fiercely and deeply as possible. Sweetheart, the only thing that was my idea today was the spa with Eliza. Everything with the boys? That all came from them. I hope you know how much they love you.”

“I do,” you admit with a sniffly smile, cheeks completely stained with tear tracks. “They chose me too. They’re my sons.”

Eliza looks up at you and babbles and coos, clearly wanting to be part of this conversation.

Both you and Eddie chuckle at her insistence and Eddie takes the opportunity to wipe your face.

“And you’re my daughter,” you say to Eliza.

“No denying that with how much you look like Mommy, huh?” Eddie says, running the back of his forefinger down Eliza’s soft, chubby cheek.

“Hey!” Luke says as the boys come back into the room, Ryan holding the takeout menu in his hand. “Why didn’t we get matching robes too?”

“The color clashes with your skin,” Eddie quips.

“I’d like to be included in these things is all I’m saying,” Luke says as he sits on the couch perpendicular to the one you’re on.

Ryan perches on the arm of the couch you’re on and opens the menu.

“We figured out what we want,” Ryan says, offering the menu to Eddie. “We circled them.”

“In red pen,” Luke adds. “The blue pen is from the last time we ordered.”

“Red pen,” Eddie repeats. “Got it.”

Reluctantly, you slip off of his lap so he can go call and make the order. Truthfully, you’d rather stay curled up in your husband’s lap, forget the Chinese food, and survive on Eddie’s cuddles alone.

“Want your usual, babe?” Eddie asks you.

“Yes please.”

The sound of footsteps fades the closer Eddie gets to the kitchen. You wave both of the boys over to come sit with you.

“Boys,” you stage whisper.

They come over, Luke plopping down on your left side and Ryan hunkering down on your right. Gently, you tuck Eliza between your and Ryan’s bodies before you wrap an arm around each of the boys’ shoulders and pull them in for a hug.

“Thank you for—oh, yes, Eliza you’re included in this too,” you say when Eliza harrumphs at you. “Thank you for the most amazing Mother’s Day. This was one of the best days I’ve ever had.”

“In your whole life?” Luke asks.

“In my whole life,” you affirm. “And thank you all for making me a mom. It’s the hardest but coolest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Being your kid is pretty cool, too,” Luke says. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure Eliza knows that as soon as she understands words.”

With a tired but content smile, you lean back against the cushions on the couch and immediately feel little hands and knees digging into various parts of your body as Eliza climbs up your body and makes herself comfortable, her clean head and hair coming to rest on your chest. From the position you were in when you hugged the boys, your arms are still stiff and wide open, and Luke is the first to take advantage of that.

He tucks himself into your side, resting his head on your shoulder. Ryan copies his actions (instead of the other way around for a change) and leans against your right side, careful of Eliza’s tiny head that is so close to his.

For a few moments you just sit there, thinking. Enjoying this time, with all three of your children in your arms. You close your eyes and savor it, just you and your babies in this moment.

Eddie strolls back in from the kitchen.

“Food is on its way—oh. Well, don’t we all look comfortable?” Eddie smiles as his gaze roams over the couch, taking in every detail of the four of you. His oldest babies who helped get him through one of the worst periods of his life. You, the great love of his life who saved him in every possible way. And the small baby girl that the two of you created together.

You tilt your head and rest it against Luke’s, looking up at Eddie with a soft smile.

His eyes meet yours and no words need to be said. Everything you need to express to one another is in that look. The love, the happiness, the gratefulness. Both of you realize the million and one things that had to line up just right for this moment to be a reality. It’s exciting to think about what the choices that were made today will lead you to in your future together. Only time will tell—and right now? This particular moment is one you’d like to pause. Maybe pause it until you can wring every moment of blissfulness from it that you possibly can. But you already know that would be impossible—the joy in this moment is endless.

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orchidsarchives · 10 months ago

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More soft Jason ideas since you deserve it and your wonderful and supper cool Girldad!Jason BRRROOOOOOO Oh my goddddddd ok like- - Jason is the kind of dad who always has music playing in the house, he mindlessly sways and hums along as he makes morning (or night-time) pancakes for you and his little girl. She'll come running up to him, her thick black hair tangled over her face, and pull on his pant leg. He'll sweep her up into his arms, her small head fitting perfectly against his chest as she watches him make breakfast, still somewhat asleep and aloof. He'll start bopping along to the music with her little hands around his neck, filling up the kitchen with shrieks of laughter and he peppers her soft cheeks with kisses. - I feel like you and him would like in a beach house, somewhere away from the city and his old job as Red Hood. Your daughter would bring home buckets of pretty rocks and sea glass that Jason keeps in jars along the living room windowsills. He has to dump some back onto the shore every time he sees her washing the new rocks and shells on the front porch. - After long summer days of playing and wrestling in the waves, you would all curl up for a post-beach nap. Smelling like salt with the prick of the sun settling into your tired bones. Your daughter would fit perfectly between you two. Jasons hand behind his head with his other wrapped firmly around you and his little girl. - Get's his daughter obsessed with reading just as much as he is. Would build her book-shelf after book-self as her collection of story-books and middle grade fairy books expands. - Helps his daughter roast marsh mellows during the beach bonfires you guys have when Roy and his daughter visit. Your daughter and Lian are best friends- playdates once a week kind of thing. - When she's little, he'll always have his daughter on his knee during big family dinners. He let's her eat anything off of his plate, keeping his arm around her as he talks with Dick. - Overall, just- every-time he falls asleep next to you he feels like crying into your shoulder, unable to thank you enough for bringing such a precious perfect bundle of laughter into his life. Huge 'my wife showed me how to love and my daughter showed me how to forgive energy lmao.

I want night time pancakes with Jason and my little baby girl wtf!!! Also, thank you so much for sending this in. I love it and I literally fail to understand how you pull up with the most amazing scenarios every time, I’m actually in love with your writing!! You’re amazing! Anyways lol!! I’m gonna be honest, I don’t want to have biological children but for Jason… I’d do it, no hesitation. He’d be the most amazing girl dad, I love him so so so much.

I’m not sure if people have already said this before but can you imagine him learning how to do your daughter’s hair!! He has a YouTube hair tutorial playing on the TV as your daughter sits in between his legs. He’s got bobby pins in between his teeth and hair ties around his wrist. He’s using a small comb to gently brush through her little curls.

He’s learning how to braid her hair and he’s having some difficulty, but he’s a persistent man, and like he always tells his little girl, practice makes perfect! He will sit there for days, hours upon hours, trying to make the most flawless set of Dutch braids. Once he’s succeeded at his craft, he’ll admire his work and will tell his daughter to go show you his skills. And oh my goodness, how adorable does she look showing off her father’s braiding skills!!

I also saw a quote on Instagram earlier today and it said that “tenderness is in the hands” and I immediately thought of Jason. There is no one with gentler hands than Jason. His fingers may be rough and his knuckles might be permanently bruised from his past, but when he interlocks his hands with his baby girl, they are the most delicate and warmest hands she has ever felt.

He will run his fingers through her hair, as she lays her tiny head against his chest and he’ll read her favourite stories. She’ll take his hands out of her hair and just play with his fingers. Trace little shapes on his palm, measure her small hand against his big, calloused ones. It’ll melt Jason’s heart and he’ll feel like crying. There will be days where he needs to stop reading and take a minute to appreciate the tenderness of the moment, without completely crumbling.

Also, I kind of hate to say it, but it’s so true. Jason would totally try to heal his daddy issues by being the best possible parent.

He’d treat his daughter like an actual princess and not just in terms of materialistic things. He’d be there for her in every circumstance; he’d be the best moral support and the best cheerleader anyone could ask for.

If your daughter plays any sports or plays an instrument, any thing really, he’d always be there to encourage her and comfort her when it started to become tough. He’d attended every game, every practice, every performance. Like I said, the best cheerleader.

Basically long story short, I’d die for soft, girl dad Jason.

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thebearer · 1 year ago

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Can you imagine being pregnant and helping like the hostess with setting up tables and moving around the chairs and Carmys like “The fuck are you doing?”

"Sabrina, I've got this if you can check with Richie and make sure he's got enough forks." You nod at the hostess, watching her disappear towards the back.

You'd escaped to the front of the restaurant to escape Carmen. You'd just stepped into your third trimester, everything swollen and prominent, the baby growing more and more each day. Which meant Carmen's protectiveness grew more and more.

He was a hoverer, watching you carefully, ready to swoop in and take the task from you with a simple "I got it, I got it." that left you huffing and rolling your eyes. You knew he meant well, you did, still it grated your nerves when he was so overbearing.

You'd nearly thrown the apple at him when he'd insisted you have a snack after you told him you were fine. Instead, you moved to the front, opting to help set up before the dinner rush.

You spotted the chair, the one that was supposed to go at six that was resting at four instead. You waddled over, pulling the chair out, doing an awkward sort of waddle to the other side of the room. The chair hugged as snug as it could to your front, smushed against your stomach, hoisting it and walking it in a shuffle step.

"The fuck are you doin'?"

Carmen's voice sounded tired, exasperated and with an edge that had you stilling, holding the chair still when you turned. His brows furrowed, hands on his hips with a glare that showed you he was annoyed.

"What?" You quipped.

Carmen huffed, striding towards you, grabbing the chair out of your grasp. "Are you 'sposed to be lifting?" He gave you a pointed look.

"Carm, the doctor said-"

"-She said not to be lifting." Carmen countered.

"Over like twenty pounds. This is fine." You argued, crossing your arms at him. "I can move a chair."

"You can, but you're not supposed to and you know that." Carmen's voice had that edge, stern and pointed, left you dizzy and knees wobbling at his tone.

"Carmen," You whined, sighing with annoyance. "I am fine. God, can you just-just... stop." You snap, harsher and meaner than you meant it to be. Your hormones were raging, jerking with a sharp change of your mood.

Carmen flinched at your words, the silence between you two thick and tense for a moment. You could feel your eyes pricking with tears, frustrated tears, Carmen's face melting at the wobble of your lip.

"Hey, ok, c'mere." Carmen cooed, pulling you into his chest. You heaved, a shuddering breath that Carmen wanted to roll his eyes at now. He knew it was coming, you'd been so emotional lately and he couldn't blame you, but he was still adjusting.

"'m sorry. I didn't mean to get you upset." Carmen muttered into your scalp, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"I don't need to be watched all the time, Carmen, it's driving me crazy." You muttered against his chest, a small whine in the back of your throat.

"I know, I know." Carmen agreed, hand gliding down your spine, rubbing at the spot on your lower back that was always aching these days. "I just don't want you gettin' hurt, baby. Hurtin' your back anymore. Does it still hurt?"

You nodded, lips pushing out air when he rubbed the knot. "Still hurts?" Carmen asked.

"Yeah."

"Let's-Let's go in the office, ok? I'll rub it for you. Make it feel better." Carmen's voice was low, a little groveling but light. He would die if Richie or Fak or Marcus heard the way he was cooing at you, babying and sweet. They'd tease him endlessly, but how could he not be so sweet to you?

You agreed to that, letting him lay you on the couch, your tummy between his legs so you didn't squash the bump while Carmen rubbed on your back. It was an apology, even if he wasn't exactly wrong, he knew you were overwhelmed. Your body changing, hormones uncontrollable, scared for motherhood and life with a baby.

So Carmen did what he could to keep you calm, make you feel better and less uncomfortable. Even if that meant rubbing your back in his office until you were giggly and smiling at him again. Even if Fak and Richie teased him about it when he went back to work, cackling at how "whipped" he was. He'd do it for you.

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miley1442111 · 10 months ago

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Promises- a.donaldson

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a/n: intended for fem! reader but as usual, imagine what you like :))) Tashi isn’t hurt in this universe

art and you have three kids, Daniel, Tiana, and Harry

summary: a quiet moment in your life with art

pairing: husband/ father art donaldson x wife/ mother reader

warnings: fluff, reader is a mom, suggestive at the end :)

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He sat beside you on the couch, braiding your daughter's hair while humming along to ‘Tangled’ which was playing in the background.

“You ok Momma?” Daniel, your son smiled at you as he sat between your legs, eyes focused on your face. Art faced you with a concerned look that turned into a grin. He would never get used to how beautiful you looked, especially when taking care of his and your children.

“All good baby,” you smiled at your son, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Getting tired yet?” You yawned and he shook his head. “Alright, just a little longer, then bedtime.”

“Are you guys excited to see daddy play tomorrow?” Art asked and all three of your children responded with whoops of excitement. “Are you all excited to see mommy play tomorrow?” Was met with even louder shouting.

You laughed at his antics and squeezed his bicep as you giggled.

“Mommy!” Tiana, your eldest daughter called for you, showing off her hair. “Did daddy do a good job?”

You looked at the perfectly-done braid and wondered how Art had gotten better than you. “It’s amazing darling,” You smiled.

“Now, bedtime?” Art offered and was met with groans and grumbles of ‘more time!’ and ‘I’m not tired!’. He groaned and looked at you. You smiled back and pressed a kiss to the hand he had draped over your shoulder.

“Come on, dad will sing you all a song before you go to sleep, how does that sound?” You offered and all the kids got up, running to their bedrooms without hesitation. Art groaned into the pillow beside him as you stood up, folding up the blanket you had been using before putting it back. Your children loved his voice yet he only sang when you asked him to.

“I have to sing?” He asked, getting up and hugging you from behind.

“Do you want them to go to sleep at a reasonable time?” You chuckled as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

“How do you feel about tomorrow?” He asked and you tensed. Tomorrow. You were going up against Tashi.

“Awful,” you tried to make it off as a joke but he could tell you were struggling with the thought of losing.

“You’ll be amazing, and even if you don’t win, it’ll all be ok,” he promised. “I’ll love you the same. The kids will love you the same. Tennis does not define you.”

Your heart swelled. He could see right through you sometimes (all the time) and he always knew exactly what to say.

“I’ll still fuck you after it too,” he smirked and you hit his hand away, chuckling at his horrible joke.

“Dad! We’re waiting!” Daniel shouted from his room. Art chuckled and rolled his eyes, kissing your cheek.

“You’re in demand,” you joked and he flipped you the bird. You chuckled and followed him into your children’s rooms one by one, listening to your husband sing softly to your children.

You loved your life.

Oh, and you won the match.

And Art did fuck you after it.

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navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games :)

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worldlxvlys · 1 year ago

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I NEED AN IMAGINE BASED ON THE FIRST TWO CONVERSATIONS IN UR MOST RECENT MATT TEXTS (like where she sends him dominic fike and then yk) I LOVE U THANK U

jokes

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: you already know bitch, nsfw (don’t read it if you don’t like) + oral (fem receiving), p in v, overstimulation

based off of these texts, go read if you want :)

a/n: hope you enjoy, ily too <333

i stood outside of Matt’s door, waiting for him to see my text and open it.

the door swung open, and i was immediately met with a frantic matt.

“baby, it was a joke i’m sorry. i didn’t think you’d take it seriously. i love you so so much”

“prove it”

with that, he pulled me inside by the waist and shut the door.

he took me straight to his room without a word.

once we got to his room, he closed the door and pushed me against it.

he pushed his lips to mine in a sweet, passionate kiss.

our lips moved against each other perfectly, like we were made for each other.

my hands make their way around his neck, while his grab my ass.

as we make our way to his bed, we continue to makeout and undress each other.

he sat me at the edge of his bed and left open-mouthed kisses down my body, stopping right above my pussy.

“i love you so much princess, gonna make you feel so good” he mumbled into my skin.

with that, he hooked my legs over his shoulders and dove his face into my pussy.

“holyyyy shit baby” i moaned as i started squirming.

he pushed my hips down to keep them still as he moved his tongue up and down my pussy.

i grabbed his hair and pushed his face even further into me, making him moan.

“mmmmmmm taste so fucking good baby”

my pussy was drenched, helping his warm tongue to glide through my folds smoothly.

“fuck baby, you’re so wet” he spoke against me, the vibrations intensifying my pleasure. between his talking and his stubble rubbing against my pussy, i was a goner.

“mmmmm, fuck matt, so good baby”

he then added two fingers into my drenched hole, moving his tongue to my clit.

“ohhhh fuck, holy shit matt”

he smirked into my pussy, enjoying how much noise i was making.

he licked and sucked at the bundle of nerves as he continued fucking his fingers into me quickly.

“ughh matt, gonna cum”

“go ahead baby, cum for me” he said against my pussy, the vibrations sending me over the edge.

“fuckkkk” i watched as he licked up my juices before lifting up his head.

“are you ok baby?” he asked as he rubbed my thighs soothingly.

“i’m better than ok, matt” i said, still catching my breath.

he then positioned himself so he was hovering over me.

“good, ‘cause i’m not done with you yet” i barely even registered his words before he lined himself up and thrusted into me.

“SHIT MATT! HOLYYY FUCK, BABY” i screamed out, taken by surprise.

“shit, you’re so fucking tight” he grunted.

after waiting for me to adjust to his size, he started to pound into me.

“ohhhhh matt, matt, i don’t-fuckkk- i can’t matt” i said, still sensitive from my previous orgasm.

“yes, you can baby, i know you can. gotta show my girl how much i love her”

he intertwines our hands, giving each a kiss, as he continues to slam into me at a steady pace.

“you’re so good for me, baby. always take me so well”

he lets go of one hand and pushes my right leg towards my chest, giving himself better access.

the new angle sends me into a frenzy, legs shaking and screaming at the top of my lungs.

“yeah? you like that? does that feel good? only ever want to make you feel good baby”

i start clenching around his dick as my eyes roll back, squeezing the hand that i’m still holding until it turns red.

“m-matt i’m gonna cum”

“yeah? go ahead baby. cum all over my cock”

as soon as the words fell from his mouth, my body started to shake as my mouth flew open letting out a string of curses. my mind went fuzzy and my body limp as i felt him release streams of cum into me.

“so good baby” he whispers into my ear, placing a kiss right below it.

“y’know i love you, right?” i asked him. “just not as much as dominic fike” i joked, i shouldn’t have done that.

without a word, matt flipped me onto my stomach with my ass in the air.

“you need to stop joking” he said in a firm tone.

“ok, ok. i’m sor- AHHHH” i cut myself off with a moan, as he started to rub my pussy with his hand.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it”

“matt, matt,matt, MATT” all i could seem to get out was moans and whines of his name.

“yeah, that’s right. my name should be the only one that comes out of that pretty mouth, got it?”

i didn’t answer, i could barely even think straight with the way his hand felt against me.

he slapped my clit, making me cry out.

“got it?”

“YES, yes, i’m sorry matt. please please please, can’t take more”

“you know your safeword” he continued to move his fingers in and out of me.

i grabbed his tatted arm, trying to move his hand away. i just needed a minute to recover. but, he didn’t budge.

“you know what to say if you need to stop. but you don’t. so take it like a good girl”

all i could do was whine in response.

“wanna crack jokes, baby? hope you find this funny.”

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

hope you liked <333

i literally was working on this at work during my break bye😭

masterlist

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo texts #matt sturniolo texts #matthew sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fic

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amirasainz · 8 months ago

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kind of piggybacking off of your i like you have a cupcake imagine. can you do a little spin off with kika and pierre where they all have some fun with whip cream and maybe she’s sore from walking so there’s like a massage element?

Ok.....so this is just smut. Like I mean real, dirty smut. This is my first time writing something spicy, so please let me know what you think. Enjoy reading and send me some requests.

-XoXo

No Part 2!

Whipped Cream

After a whole day of walking around the paddock and giving each of her favourite people a cupcake, to say Amira was tired was an underestimation. But the offer from Pierre and Kika to show her the "real way" of using whipped cream in the bedroom was really tempting. It was a known fact that the everyone in the paddock tended to baby Amira. It didn't help that Amira was overall an really innocent person. That was the main thing that exited Pierre and Kika. To ruin Amira's innocence and turn her into their perfect girlfriend. Not that she already wasn't.

So when the knock finally filled the silence in the couples bedroom, Kika immediately jumped up from the bed. "Hi pretty girl" she whispered, while pulling Amira into their bedroom. Amira sunk into the comforting feeling of warmth around her. After a moment, another pair of arms wrapped around her, a warm chest warming her back. She felt Pierre's lips on her head. Slowly, she lifted her head from Kika's neck, letting it fall behind her on the mans shoulder.

The Frenchman turned her head towards his, inching his lips closer and closer to the Spanish woman. "Open your eyes, ma belle" Pierre murmured. Amira took one deep breath before opening her eyes. When Kika saw the beautiful clouded eyes of the girl in the middle of them, she couldn't help but groan. She quickly surged forward, attaching her lips to Amiras neck.

Pierre kept eye contact with Amira, before kissing her. At first it was a soft kiss, but after a while it turned hotter and more desparate. Kika, who started to feel annoyed, broke Pierres and Amiras kiss to kiss the girl herself. While the two girls kissed, Pierres hands wandered over Amiras body. The Spanish girl took a deep breath before smiling wildly.

"Wow" whispered Amira. She could feel the pairs chuckle on her body, making her laugh softly as well. "Come, pretty girl. If I remember correctly, we promised you a sweet night with whipped cream, no?" asked Pierre. He picked up the girl like she weighed nothing. Kika got on top of Amira, putting herself in-between the legs of the girl. While she kissed Amira, she grinded herself on Amira.

Pierre enjoyed the sight so much, that he couldn't help but take a picture of his girls. After a short video, he joined the two girls. Kika made some space for her boyfriend who started kissing the Sainz girl. During Pierre's make-out session, Kika undressed the perfect girl on their bed. She removed the girls shoes and dress, before stopping.

Like children on Christmas morning, Kika and Pierre removed her underwear like wrapping paper. "Now, my love. There is something you have to know about whipped cream" started Kika. Pierre nodded. "She is right. You know, the whipped cream can only go on special places on your body." "Really? Where?" asked Amira, her voice filled with anticipation. Pierre took the whipped cream can from the nightstand and started shaking it lightly. "Like there" he said, putting some in the space between he breast. Kika surged forward, licking it up in slow motion.

Amira's breath caught in her chest. "Or there" spraying the cream on her boobs. Now it was Pierre's turn to "clean" her body. With shaking breaths, Amira moved one of her hands in Pierres hair while holding Kika's hand with the other. The Model soothingly stroked the back of her hand. "But the most important place……is her." Without hesitation, the portuguese woman dived between Amira's legs. Said girl couldn't help but moan. "Ahhh….F-Fuck" she airily said.

The stimulation from both Pierre and Kika quickly brought her to her first orgasm. Kika, who loved the taste of her sweet juice, didn't realise that she overstimulated the young girl. It was Pierre's hand in her hair that brought her out of her pussy-drunk daze. "Alright, honey. Don't be too rough with our girl" he warned. Kika went towards the top of the bed, leaning her back on the headrest, spreeding her legs wide. Pierre manhandled the beautiful girl on her stomach. With his veiny hands, he guided her hips in the air. The took the can of whpped cream in his hand, spraying some inside his girlfriend. Kika guided Amira's head towards her cunt, asking the dazed girl "Think you can help clean me up?" she asked sweetly. After Amiras nod, Pierre guided his cock in the girls pussy. All three of them moanded together. "Let's get this Party started" said Pierre, before moving his hips ruthlessly.

#formula 1 #baby!sainz!sister #formula 1 x reader #amira sainz #pierre gasly x kika gomez x reader #pierre gasly x reader #smut #pierre gasly smut

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targaryenluvs · 1 year ago

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ok ok but imagine dark!gimmick somehow falls in love with capitol!reader (a client of his) but she doesn’t want him unless she’s paying for him or wanna love him back so he does everything in his power to have her, threatens to share the secrets she told him that will probably have her hanged and so with that they live happily ever after 😆

UNREQUITED

pairing: dark!finnick odair x fem!capitol!reader

summary: you’d divulged one to many secrets to your favourite victor and he wasn’t afraid of using them against you. karmas a bitch!

warning: blackmail, prostitution mentions/insinuations, nc sex and pillowtalk??

a/n: bros getting revenge or som

the first time you saw him you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. you’d heard of people being able to visit victors away from prying eyes and the idea seemed boring until you remembered he existed. so why not take advantage of your station?

finnick was hoping for one night of reprieve but of course, he had someone to visit.

the card in his hand felt heavy and as he unlocked the room he stopped in his tracks. you were sitting on the bed with a flute of champagne in your hands. you were gorgeous, and for once he felt okay with it.

“finnick?” your voice was like music to his ears as he came closer. he nodded and you pressed your lips into a tight line, “it’s nice to meet you.” nice to meet you? are you stupid? god you had no clue what to say since you were literally forcing this man to be with you.

“so.” he laughed, “so.” he took the flute away from you before getting you standing, “where do you want me sweetheart?” you smiled.

and all the previous tension faded away throughout the night, finnick was amazing.

it had been months since your first time together and you’d only grown more comfortable with eachother. you liked him, he was nice. and he was obsessed with you. every time he saw you he knew what would be happening the following night and he could hardly wait. with you he took his time and focused on you the whole time, he loved trying new things with you, making you scream.

and afterwards you’d sit and cuddle, and at times even kiss. he was a nice stress relief for you, he always listened to your concerns and problems. your arranged boyfriend, the politician, and his like for younger men. his affinity for dipping his hand into the company savings, even though you were well off. your brothers and their mistresses, your parents and their expectations.

finnick listened intently, gave advice and was actually helpful. you were grateful to be able to get it off his chest. but finnick wasn’t going to let you go.

“i think we’re getting engaged soon.” finnick shut his eyes to calm himself down, it didn’t work. “no you’re not honey.” you cocked your head to his side, “what do you mean?” he smiled and it was so fake, “you’re meant to be with me, y/n. and you will be with me. do you know how much you’ve told me? about him, your friends and family?”

your eyes widened as you got up, covering yourself with the sheet. “i’ve already seen you, all of you there’s no reason to hide.” he pulled the sheet away as you covered yourself with your arms, “i’ve had enough of you finnick. get. out.” you enunciated before crawling away. he grabbed your ankle and pulled you back to him.

“i told you you’re not going anywhere. do you want me to let it all out? let everyone know every, single, dirty secret y/n?” your eyes welled up as you threw your head to the side, not wanting to look at him, “please finnick, just let me go.” you felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. his fingers dug into your face, forcing you to look at him.

“say you’re mine and i’ll let them go.” you shook your head, thrashing against him to get away. his other hand bruised your hip with an iron grip. “fine!” his smile was sickly sweet as he began to kiss his way down, on the insides of your thighs as his strong hands held you down whilst you began to buck your hips up. “please finnick.” he looked up at you from between your legs and grinned.

“now you’re not so bossy huh?”

he had what he wanted and you were sure he wouldn’t let you go.

#kira and anon chat <3 #hunger games x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #dark!finnick odair x fem!reader #yandere finnick odair #yandere!finnick odair x reader

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miss-multi45 · 8 months ago

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OK hear me out, I had an idea : what if reader presented herself as innocent, nice, you know like big doe eyes and all. So the ghouls assume she is a poor innocent lamb in need of protection. UNTIL one day, some guy just takes it too far with her and just as the ghouls are about to jump in to protect her, she becomes ABSOLUTELY FERAL and maims the guy.

How would the ghouls react, do you think ?

P.S : I love all your writings <3

gonna go with the idea that reader's a ghoulette in this. thank you for the ask, sweetheart.

a/n: cw/tw: gore and mentions of sexual stuff

A noise between a trill and a growl comes from the ghoul's throat when the guy starts making comments about how he'd like to see you in pretty white lace lingerie, but before creep could touch you, his blood had painted your body like the lingerie in his imagination...

swiss

fanboying.

screams "OH FUCK YES GIRL!"

and parades about the ministry with you in his arms bridal style meanwhile there is still blood on your body.

he doesn't care less about the blood, he's a fucking ghoul.

he just wants to brag about you to the entire ministry.

sodo

raises his eyebrows in slight shock, but then walks towards you with his hand raised for a high five.

tail is wagging, and he gives you head scritchies which makes you purr and nuzzle against him.

disposes of the body which means the ghouls and ghoulettes ate the dead body.

what? sometimes they eat people..

rain

slightly shocked by the sudden blood spray, but then he just shakes himself off like a cat and drags you away from the scene to craft an alibi.

sticks with leaving the guy outside to rot while he makes hot chocolate for the ghouls and they all watch Rite Here Rite Now in the ghoul den.

phantom

he got angry when the guy started making comments about your boobs, like really angry, asking if they were warm and squishy.

how dare he, phantom, the ghouls, and the ghoulettes were the only ones allowed to know that and see your plush boobies (lol) in all their glory.

so he wasn't at all upset when you clawed the incel's neck open with those dazzling claws of yours, watching as he slumped onto the floor with a sea of blood gushing out.

you kissed over his dead body.

mountain

anyone who doesn't respect the lovely ladies of the ministry and the entire universe is automatically on mountain's kill list.

happy when you killed the shithead and growled at his dead body, that's his girl.

cleaned you up while you were swinging your legs and gave him smoochies.

aether

was standing behind the fuckface ready to take him out when you beat him to it.

leaned over his body, examining the injuries.

"good punch." he said before walking away with your bloodied hand in his.

omega

watching from a distance, leaning forward on a bench with his hands clasped together.

he was growling under his breath, his eyes flashing with bloodlust whenever the man smirked suggestively at his pretty little ghoulette.

proud when you tore him to shreds yourself, like yes queen girliepop we love to see it.

aurora taught him that slang

alpha

we all know he's teasing, smug and possessive.

which means he's walking towards you, and when he reaches you he grips your hip with one hand and your waist with the other.

chuckles when you swing at the guy, resulting in blood spraying all over you and alpha, but alpha didn't give two shits about the blood. he was just proud of his girl.

ifrit

the guy's digging himself a grave, teasing a cute and innocent ghoulette like you when he didn't know you had a big, bad, and sexy ghoul mate waiting to sink his teeth into his neck.

he was incredibly flabbergasted when you dealt with it yourself, and walked over to your with his hands slightly raised in disbelief.

gives you the most amazing head that night as a reward for your good work.

aurora

she was sat on a bench, sipping her strawberry boba while holding your blueberry boba in her other hand.

she had just gotten her claws done with you, as you were having a girls day out.

screams "THAT'S MY FUCKING GIRL SLAY THAT MAN QUEEN!" when you kill the dude bothering a clearly lesbian ghoulette.

cirrus

leaning against a wall when she saw the bland concrete being splattered with ruby red blood and thought something had happened to you.

but no, it was just her pretty little pillow princess tearing a man to shreds for making inappropriate comments and gestures to her.

walks over and kicks the dead guy, then swings you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes back to the ministry.

cumulus

what the fuck??

she left you for two seconds, TWO seconds, and a guy was already trying to get in your pants?

satan on a fucking enchilada, human men were annoying.

but all that irritation was killed at the same time he was, and she just stood there in a proud girlfriend stance.

mist

UGH, this is why the only men mist hangs out with are the ghouls, brothers of sin, and the papas.

has a visible expression of disgust on her face when the fuckhead starts talking about how he thinks that women were made to serve their husbands, and you had the same expression as her.

so you quickly shut him up with claws to the chest which cut through his heart in no time, prancing over to your girlfriend and giving her an innocent peck on the cheek.

#opeia rambles #my writing #ghost band x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghoulettes x reader

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shiftingparadise · 8 months ago

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Ok for the next sweet spot chapter, if you don’t already have an idea then maybe just maybe (please🙏🏻) Chrollo or Feitan could walk in on reader masturbating to phinks and then he gets to fuck her again

OMG I LOVED THIS, THANK YOU 🤍🤍🤍

PS: I have an idea for the next part, but you guys always have the best ideas 🙈✨

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT - minors please don't interact 🤍

Word Count: 2292

You shouldn’t, right? Your hand slowly pinched your thigh as you stared at the ceiling. You didn’t mean to think about Phinks, but there was this unexpected sweetness when he touched you …

You wanted nothing more than to go downstairs, slowly slide down your nightgown and let Phinks ruin you. “Stop!”, you covered your head underneath the sheets, “Fei just forgave you”.

You tossed and turned, but the idea that Phinks was so close made you crazy.

“Fuck”, you forced your eyes shut as you turned to the side. Phinks was your bodyguard for the evening since Chrollo and Feitan had to leave for something ‘important’. This time, however, he was left with clear instructions.

“You only stay downstairs”, Chrollo looked at Phinks. “Feitan will lock her door. You’ll only open it in case of an emergency, got it?”. “Yes boss”, the blonde lowered his head. “We’re watching you”, Feitan coldly added, “Don’t get any funny ideas”. “Of course,” Phinks kept his head low. “Good”, Chrollo smiled, “We’ll be back around 4 AM”.

“Ugh”, you pressed the palm of your hands against your eyelids as a familiar heat rose to your stomach. “Just count some sheep or something”, you muttered to yourself.

“1,2,3…”, you tried to control your breathing.

“You’re divine and right now you’re my goddess”, Phinks’ voice rang inside your head as you relived the memory.

Your legs softly rubbed together at the thought.

“I’d do anything for you”, his needy whimper played on repeat inside your head.

Unwillingly, your hand had slipped between your thighs, gently stroking over the soft fabric of your panties. “C-chrollo and Fei are gone, right?”, you agreed with yourself, “They won’t know”.

You completely disappeared underneath your sheets, scared that they were watching you from the cameras inside your room.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you slowly slipped your hands inside your panties. Somehow, the thought of Phinks fucking you made you wetter than ever. Your body needed him.

“S-shit”, your breath hitched as your fingers tried to replicate the feeling of him inside you. It wasn’t a surprise that they didn’t even come close. “P-phinks”, you moaned his name as you pushed the sheets away from your body.

Your mind was too clouded in pleasure to remember the cameras. Without realizing it, you were calling out his name, trying to imagine what it would feel like if his head was in between your legs right now.

“J-just like that, Phinks”, you arched your back as you pretended that he was placing gentle kisses on your thighs, your fingers slowly sliding in and out of your entrance.

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“My, my”, Chrollo’s cold smile was plastered on his face as he watched you on his phone. “What?”, Feitan frowned as he looked out of the car window. Chrollo stayed silent as he upped the volume of his phone. Feitan’s eyes widened as he heard your soft whimpers. “What the hell is she doing?”, he snatched the phone from Chrollo. “Phinks-“, your soft moan floated through the air. “Wh-what-“, his eyes filled with anger. “Our darling’s misbehaving, again”, Chrollo coldly looked out the window. “Phinks isn’t even with her?!”, Feitan’s grip around the phone tightened. Unable to tear his eyes away from the video, he decided to crush it. “Come now, little Fei”, Chrollo quickly intervened and returned the phone to his pocket. “I’m going to kill-“, “I’ll handle it”, Chrollo raised his hand as anger flooded to his chest. He didn’t like the thought of you still being unsatisfied when you already had two men at your disposal.

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“Already back?”, the blonde lazily turned his head away from the TV, his arms widely spread on the sofa. “Tsk”, Feitan clicked his tongue, “Leave”. “What? Did something happen?”, Phinks frowned at Feitan’s dismissive tone. “Nothing at all”, Chrollo loosened his tie. “But it’s only 1 AM”, Phinks now looked at the time on his phone. “We had a slight hiccup”, Chrollo nodded to Feitan. “No”, Feitan crossed his arms. “Fei”, a threatening smile on Chrollo’s face. “I said no”, a cold look in his crescent-shaped eyes. “It isn’t up for discussion”, Chrollo started to lose his temper. No one else would’ve noticed, but Feitan saw how the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. “Huh?”, Phinks’ brows pulled together. He had no clue what was happening. Chrollo watched as Feitan stubbornly crossed his arms. “Hm”, a hint of mischief in Chrollo’s eyes, “I wanted to agree to your terms, but now I don’t think I will”.

Dark eyes shot to Chrollo’s. Feitan wasn’t having any of this.

“What the hell is going on?”, the blonde now intervened. “Don’t pretend you don’t know”, Feitan snapped at the blonde. “It isn’t his fault that our darling is so needy”, Chrollo’s eyes never left Feitan’s. “Huh?”, Phinks squinted his eyes as his heart fastened.

‘Darling’. Phinks hadn’t stopped thinking about you ever since. He had gathered all his self-control tonight. You’d be screaming his name right now if it were up to him.

Phinks watched as Chrollo held out his phone. “Don’t”, Feitan never sounded so threatening. “Don’t forget your place, Feitan. I’m still the head of the Spiders”. A dismissive grunt could be heard before Chrollo upped his volume once again.

“P-phinks”, your sweet voice hummed through the air. “W-what-“, Phinks eyes widened as he saw your hand between your thighs, your body squirming on top of your sheets.

“You see our ‘little hiccup’?”, Chrollo’s voice burst through Phinks’ thoughts. “Boss”, Phinks immediately lowered his head, “I didn’t do anything. I’m serious-“. “We know”, Feitan interrupted, “We watched you”. “Boss”, Phinks’ heart was racing as he dared to look up.

Despite his desires for you – desires that were highly shared with his fellow members – he’d never dare to defy Chrollo’s wishes. Chrollo was his boss, and he respected him more than anyone.

“Don’t worry”, Chrollo turned his back to Phinks, “Do as you please”. “B-boss?”, the blonde widened his eyes. “Just make sure she doesn’t know that we agreed to this”, Chrollo coldly looked over his shoulder, “She felt guilty last time because Feitan gave her a hard time”. Phinks’ gaze darted towards his friend. “Shut off the cameras”, Feitan gritted his teeth, “I don’t want to hear or see it”. “Oh, and her door isn’t locked”, Chrollo added before walking to the door.

Phinks watched as they both left without saying another word. He had never felt so confused in his entire life. Was this a setup to test his loyalty? Why were you even … to him? You were thinking of him when you were-

Phinks snapped out of his thoughts. His mind was already made up from the second his boss gave permission.

He headed upstairs with a racing heart and silent steps, but once in front of your door, he felt nervous.

Phinks slowly opened your door only to see you fast asleep with a night lamp shining a warm glow over your sheets. He took his jacket off as quietly as possible and threw it on the ground. Even just sleeping with your body against his would be enough.

Your brows unwillingly drew together as you felt two arms wrap around you. “Too big to be Feitan’s”, you thought to yourself.

“Chrollo?”, a sweet smile on your face as you nestled your face against his chest.

God, your raspy voice sent Phinks straight to heaven.

“Guess again”, he gently brushed through your hair.

Your eyes shot open as your entire body froze.

“P-phinks?”, you pushed yourself away, “W-what are you doing here? They’ll-“. “Ssh, they won’t know”, he smiled. “B-but-“. “Don’t worry, they won’t find out. I promise”, his large hand wrapped around the back of your head.

His voice, his scent, the way your entire head almost fitted in the palm of his hand…

“Besides, we don’t have to do anything”, his hand smoothly glided to your waist, “Just laying here with you in my arms is more than enough”.

There it was again. That unexpected sweetness in his touch… His digits felt rough, sure, but when he touched you… Well, it felt as if you were the most important thing in his life.

You stayed quiet for a second, your hands tugging on his shirt before whispering, “It isn’t for me”.

Phinks promised you they wouldn’t find out… So why would you deny yourself the thing you’ve been longing for most?

“I know”, a smug look on his face as he slightly pinched your waist, “I could hear you”. It was a lie, Phinks knew that, but it gave him a certain power that felt too good to resist.

Your heart stopped. That was impossible. There was no way that he could’ve heard you from downstairs… How long was he standing in front of your door before he entered?

“You were calling for me, right?”, his hand moved lower along your curves, “Why? Did you want my help with something?”.

You shyly nodded as you tried your hardest to keep your legs closed.

“Why did you need me?”, he gently turned you on your back as he lifted your shirt. “You weren’t so shy last time”, Phinks let out a low chuckle as his hand gently massaged your breasts. “P-phinks”, you let out a desperate sigh.

One more time. Just one more needy whimper, and he won’t be able to hold himself back. You looked angelic in this light. The warm glow accentuated your plump lips, your dark lashes… No makeup on your face, and still you were prettier than ever.

“Are you an angel?”. There was a sudden seriousness in his voice as he placed his arms next to your head. “You must be”, a love-drunk glaze as his knees slightly parted your legs. “A goddess maybe”, it sounded as if he was talking to himself.

Your eyes widened as Phinks took in your beauty. His digits gently stroked over your collarbone and his lips were close enough for you to reach without too much effort.

“H-hmpf”, the back of your hand darted to your mouth as his digits gently pulled your panties to the side. “I meant what I said”, his eyes locked on yours, “Just sleeping next to you would be enough for me but this-“.

His breathing got heavier as he stroked between your folds.

“This”, he chuckled, “This is what I need”. “Phinks-“, his name was the only thing you could whisper. “That’s it. Open your legs for me sweetheart”, his lips left a small path of saliva on your stomach as he got between your legs.

Yes. This is what you wanted, no, needed.

“Good girl”, he softly bit into your thigh as you arched your back in pleasure. “Fuck”, he chuckled against your slit, “I won’t ever get enough of your taste. So fucking sweet”.

“P-please-“, your hands tugged on his hair, “S-so close-“. “I got you sweetheart, don’t worry”.

Phinks waited patiently for your release, never picking up his pace.

“I can’t wait-“, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he grabbed your jaw a little too rough. “Can I?”, desperation in his eyes.

Could he? Yes. Yes. Yes.

You hastily nodded as you gently cupped his cheeks. His hand moved to your stomach as he slowly entered you.

“S-shit-“.

Were you ever going to get used to his size?

“You alright?”, his eyes shot up to yours. “Feels good”, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your walls felt so warm around him. His body was made for yours; his goddess that he’d worship until the end of his life.

“I’m not going to last long”, he grunted as his hand cupped your breast. “Me neither-“, you chuckled as a familiar heat rose to your stomach. “F-fuck”, his head dropped to your shoulders as you came undone around him. He didn’t dare to move as the slightest of friction would make him come.

“That felt so good”, you sloppy kissed him. “I-I’m-“, Phinks eyes were glued to your expression. “You can come. It’s fine”, your hands glided down his back, gently pushing him into you.

“F-fuck”, Phinks sighed in your ear as he came inside of you, “I’m all yours, you know that? You’re the only girl for me”.

Was this how Chrollo and Feitan felt? Because, honestly, he couldn’t blame them for keeping you locked up in here. You were worth more than the most precious of diamonds.

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“Turn that shit off!”, Feitan lost his temper – a thing he rarely did. “She never-“, Chrollo pressed his lips together as he sat on the edge of the bed. Even he started to lose his temper. “I’m going to kill him”, Feitan angrily kicked against one of the chairs in the hotel room, “He did that on purpose! I told him to shut the cameras off, told him I didn’t want to see anything! Dead. That blonde haired idiot is dead-“.

Chrollo wanted to agree with Feitan. How could you treat Phinks with so much kindness? Your voice sounded even softer as it did with Feitan – something Chrollo always envied – but with Phinks? Why? What did he offer that they didn’t?

“And her-“, Feitan turned around, his eyes darkened, “I could kill her too. Who the hell does she think she is- No, wait-“, for the first time, Feitan’s mind was a mess. “This is your fucking fault! You let him touch her again”.

“I know”, Chrollo’s knuckles went white, “Never again, Feitan”.

Feitan widened his eyes as he sensed an unknown emotion laced with Chrollo’s aura.

“She’s ours, Feitan”, an evil smirk as Chrollo looked up at Feitan, “I think we need to remind her again. Don’t you agree?”. “Tsk”, Feitan clicked his tongue, “I think we do, boss”.

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