#''you WILL sleep with my husband and i'll be cheering you on the whole time'' ma'am i love you

[quarks-pussy]

Monogamy works hard but Keiko O'Brien works harder

#''you WILL sleep with my husband and i'll be cheering you on the whole time'' ma'am i love you #keiko o'brien #o'brien polycule #star trek deep space nine #ds9 #that post that's like ''keiko's the only one in her polycule who knows they're in a polycule'' yea but mostly cuz she made it happen lmao #this post was inspired by me finally watching lfp'Miatwp but it's not just kira like keiko just Does this #she wants her husband to have a hot girl summer #hold up this is giving me Thoughts let me. hold up imma need to make another post gimme a moment #oh and ofc also #original posts fresh from quark's pussy

[chuluoyi]

✎ sweet felicity

- gojo satoru x reader

what do you get the man who already has everything for his birthday?

genre: teeth-rotting fluff and comfort because no—i can't make his birthday angsty ok

note: so this is my entry for the birthday boy <3 this takes place immediately after daddy-to-be, where the first years are still yuta, maki, panda and toge

a part of gojo's love entries

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Honestly? Satoru wondered about it a lot these days.

He already has everything he wanted—unparalleled cursed technique, a fairly happy life, a pretty wife, and just recently, a kid on the way.

But his birthday was in a week and it was as clear as a day that you were planning something for him.

“Come on, you can't fool me, sweets.”

He noticed that you had started waking up earlier than usual. Initially, he thought it was due to your morning sickness, but it turned out you were sneaking away to another room for an hour or two and only came out when it was around breakfast time.

Did you really think he wouldn't catch on? Satoru found himself torn between concern and amusement. He didn't want you to strain yourself—especially after your recent fainting spells—and yet a part of him was over the moon by the fact that you did it for him.

His eyes crinkled, twinkling with affection. “You're planning something for my birthday in the mornings lately. That's sweet, but you don't have to, really.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Why are you so sure that it's for your birthday? I never said anything."

"Well, what else could it be? Unless you're cheating on me at six in the morning—"

"I have your spawn inside me, Gojo Satoru—"

"Don't call it ‘spawn’!" Satoru interjected with a theatrical gasp. "It's our very own little munchkin! Our love! Love!"

This was so ridiculous and you couldn't help yourself from giggling. And seeing you like that softened something inside him.

"Really, don't push yourself too hard," he said with a pout, resigned. "You need lots and lots of sleep."

"I'm not a baby, Satoru."

"Half of you is, so it makes you one!"

He was dramatic, but it was his own way to care because your husband was just wired that way.

You sighed, relenting. “Okay, okay… I know my limits. I will stop when I don't feel well, yeah? Besides, I won't have time to do it except in the mornings because I still have classes to teach.” It seemed like he wasn’t satisfied with your answer so you added, “Just so you know, it's something I enjoy too.”

"Hmph," Satoru huffed, eyeing you petulantly. "It'd better be good, or I'll spank you."

If it were physically possible for your eyes to roll a full 360 degrees into the back of your head and back, they definitely would have. "Oh, you will adore it, I promise."

Well, it wasn't a part of the plan, but now that he had asked for it, you'd definitely add a twist in his gift...

Satoru connected the dots instantly when he saw yarn and needles—what else were you doing aside from knitting?

His sweet wife, who woke up early just to make a handmade gift for his birthday—ahh, his heart could've burst. It was so cute and so you, the warmhearted being that you were.

He would go back early today, he decided, as he strolled the halls of the Jujutsu High with a cheerful tune. You were certainly waiting back at home and he would shower you with love and praise just for your efforts alone these past few days.

And so, he would have never expected that when he received a call from Nanami that afternoon, his world would utterly shatter in the most terrifying way.

“Gojo-san, please, you must come back.” Nanami was always steadfast even in the direst situations. And yet, now he was breathing hard, and panicking. “Something happened. You must go back to your residence—”

In that moment all he could think of was you and his baby. His entire world. Were you hurt?

He didn’t dwell on it—or rather, he couldn’t. His fingers went to rip his blindfold off as a sense of exponential dread creeped in and threatened to engulf him whole—a very, very strange, unfamiliar feeling to him—and he teleported back to his haven in a blink of an eye.

He had been ready to unleash hell, to see you lying on your own pool of blood, or anything. No, that was something he could never be ready for, but he would somehow make it right—

“Ooh, there he is!”

“Already?!”

“Nevermind—”

—and suddenly, he was swept into a whirlwind of confusion and commotion.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOJO-SENSEI!”

Today is December 7.

It took a while for Satoru to discern everything, with his pulsating heartbeats and the rush of emotions that overwhelmed him. His eyes darted from each and every face who were suddenly in his house, searching for yours—

“Satoru!” you greeted him from behind Nanami, radiantly beaming, and only then could he finally breathe. You are safe—you’re well—

You had meant for it as a joke, a little payback for all the grievances he had caused you—and let’s not forget, Nanami—but you immediately regretted it when you had a look over the absolute terror in his heavenly blue eyes that you loved so much.

You had seen this once, before, when he proposed to you.

“Satoru.” You waltzed towards him, gently cradling his stunned face in your hands. “Hey,” you coaxed him with an apologetic smile, reassuring him of your presence.

Satoru looked at you squarely in the eyes, and as he fully took in the sight of you, he let out a shuddering breath and pulled you close with a firm arm around your waist and and the other around your back.

“You evil woman,” he murmured in your ears, and you could feel the slight tremble of his body and the way his heart was still thumping wildly inside his sturdy chest, which made you feel even more sorry.

“Whoa, that got you good, huh?” Panda remarked with a bemused grin.

“As expected,” Megumi snorted.

“Salmon! Salmon!”

“Ehh, that’s actually sweet…” Maki noted thoughtfully. “I would have never expected him to drop everything that fast just to go back here only after a suspicious phone call—”

“Of course he would!” Yuta rebuked with pride. “It’s his wife after all! And Nanami-san truly did a really convincing job at it!”

Nanami. Satoru casted a stern glare toward his junior, while the man in question awkwardly coughed. How did you even involve him in this?

Nah, he would deal with him later.

Despite the scare that got him good, your little plan commenced as it should. The closest of his friends and students were there to throw him this silly birthday party, as well as shower him with a plethora of gifts.

You had managed to round up his students to write birthday wishes for him in a scrap book filled with various photographs throughout the past year. This is sweet, he thought.

And one note tugged at his heartstrings the most:

Thank you, sensei, for everything — Yuta.

If anything he did ever made an impact on those young sorcerers, then Satoru was wholeheartedly glad. He wanted them to grow and made their own path in this unforgiving world, and their gratitude stirred a profound sense of relief within him.

“Here.” He was genuinely surprised when Megumi abruptly pushed a long, thin box toward him next, shyly averting his gaze. “Happy birthday.”

A fountain pen. It must have costed him some. It was strange, but Satoru felt oddly emotional.

The kid was barely six when he first approached him. He was prickly and sour and definitely wasn't welcoming. And then, he had matured right before his eyes. Satoru couldn’t help ruffling his hair vigorously and snickered, disregarding the scowl directed his way.

Nanami extended his well-wishes, and even though he still had a score to settle with him later, he was happy to have him here. Shoko couldn’t come but she left you with a recorded message.

“Happy birthday, Gojo, idiot,” Shoko was grinning in the video you played. “I'm sorry I can't be there, but my wish is for you to tone down your antics. We could all use a bit less of that.”

The two remaining reminders of the bluest spring in his life. Something pricked his heart at the stark reminder that they were not whole—and if only that someone was here, they would—but the fact that these two thought of him was enough.

And now, at last, it was time for your gift. Satoru thought he knew what it was, but as he carefully opened the ivory box, a profound sense of warmth still washed over him.

Mittens, with the color of freshly fallen snow, lay in the box—two pairs in total. One was remarkably tiny, seemingly tailored for a baby, while the other was notably larger, undoubtedly meant for him.

You. Him. The baby. By this time next year, there would be three of you. The happy picture of all of you together in near future was a gift in and of itself. You two are his everything.

Satoru went by his instincts and grasped your arm, crashing his lips against yours ardently, beaming with the broadest grin. He paid no heed to the squeals and disapproving glances from everyone around, as he felt entitled to do so—declaring his love boldly so you would know… that he was utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

That he was grateful for you in this otherwise dreary life.

And that if there were any other lives he might live after this ended... then he hoped the heavens would always bring you back to him—and for you to always choose him just like this, no matter what.

Epilogue

“So you really did call Nanami at six in the morning.”

Later that night, just before bed, your husband was still holding a grudge on you for frightening him back in the day, evident by the permanent purse of his lips.

You shrugged, buttoning the last button of your sleepwear. “I did… but it’s for greater purpose, so… yeah.”

“I can’t stand this. I’m suing you for collateral damage.”

You almost laughed. “Pffft—what? What damage—”

“My fragile heart! You can’t do that to me and expect I won’t charge you!”

“Well…” You noted with a meaningful smile. You couldn’t say you didn’t expect this, because Satoru always got pouty whenever he was irked in one way or another, and so in advance, you had actually been prepared for this.

You caught him off guard when you suddenly sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers teasing his undercut. It was a nice change of pace, seeing the faint blush coloring his cheeks as he steadied you by your waist.

“…what if I say… I still have one present left for you?”

So, what did you get a man who already has everything for his birthday?

Your whole heart, of course.

And if you were in the mood for an additional surprise, a brand new pair of lacy lingerie you had under your pajamas might do the trick.

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[watermelonlovershigh]

"I Just Felt Like Cryin"

AN: this randomly came to me in one of my dreams and i had to write it out. i love this concept even though it breaks my heart a little bit. i hope you enjoy and your feedback is welcome!!!!!

This story contains: just crying and comfort

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - have three kids but they aren't in really in story }

word count- 1,061

Harry comes home from the studio and just feels like crying for whatever reason.

As soon as Harry came home from the studio you could tell something was wrong. He wasn't as cheerful as he usually was and he seemed lost in his train of thought. But knowing Harry, he tried to hide his emotions well and act as if nothing was wrong. Especially in front of your three kids. He didn't want his kids to see him have a breakdown. He only wanted them to see their father in a happy state.

The problem tonight was that even Harry didn't know what was wrong with himself. He wasn't necessarily sad and he wasn't mad. So maybe it's a combination of stress and built up emotions but he just felt on the verge of crying all evening. There was this burning behind his eyes that you get when you're trying not to cry and Harry can't seem to get rid of it.

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After going through the routine of giving your kids their baths and tucking them into bed, it was time to go to bed yourselves. This part in your night routines can vary depending on your moods. If you were feeling needy, then it would consist of making love under the duvet. If you wanted to relax more, it could consist of sharing a bath or shower together. If you were tired, it would consist of just cuddling and going to sleep. Tonight you didn't know what to expect but you knew sex was off the table.

You came into your bedroom to brush your teeth and then begun putting your creams and lotions on your skin as you sat on the edge of the bed. Harry told you he'd be back in a moment, that he was going to get himself a glass of water from the kitchen. You were nervous because you didn't want there to be anything seriously going on with him. You hated to see your husband so down.

The whole journey to the kitchen Harry was fighting tears. Then on the way back up to your shared bedroom he was fighting tears. He didn't want to cry tonight. Not that he was embarrassed to cry in front of you. No, you've been married for so long that he's completely okay with being vulnerable around you. He just didn't want to make you sad because he knows when you see him cry you get sad.

But as soon as Harry stepped foot in the bedroom and shut the door behind himself, he took one glance at you, the person he loves most, and his bottom lip started quivering and his shoulders started shaking as a sob left his body. You stood up quickly and walked across the room, first grabbing the glass of water out of his shaky hands. Then asking, "Baby, what's wrong? Hey, it's okay."

Harry just wraps his arms around you and sobs into your shoulder. You haven't seen him cry this hard since the death of his step father and it's really worrying you. "I....." Harry tries to speak, "I donno."

"Are you sad or feeling sick?" you gently question.

"No, I, I just felt like cryin'. M'sorry. I'm a big baby." he mutters as you lead him over to the bed. Now you understand a bit more. Harry has been stressed lately and you have a feeling his emotions just got backed up so much that now they are all flowing out of him. Typically Harry is the type of person that will ignore his emotions until they come spewing out of him. For some it's with anger that includes yelling and being violent. For Harry, he's not an angry or violent person so his emotions are tears.

You help Harry sit on the edge of the bed while continuing to hug him to your chest. His cries are slowing down but are still somewhat there. "Shhh," you whisper while leaning back to lay down under the covers and stroke the back of his scalp, "It's okay. You can cry if you feel like it. I'll be here the entire time and hold you, okay." Just wanting your husband to know its okay to cry it out.

Harry nods his head where it's placed over your heartbeat, his favorite place to be. He loves laying his head over your heartbeat during sex to feel how fast he's got it beating for him. But he also just loves to feel it to comfort him when he's trying to sleep or is upset about something.

After a few more minutes, Harry coos in a hoarse voice, "Thank you. Thank you for always knowing how to comfort me and thank you for loving me." His words nearly bring you to tears.

"Harry, babe, you're so easy to love. You have the biggest heart and everyone can't help but to show you love. I love you so much." you tell him truthfully. You do love Harry with every fiber in your body. You wouldn't have married him if you didn't. You wouldn't have let him get you pregnant three times and had his beautiful babies if you didn't love this heavy man laying across your chest right now.

Harry lifts his head off your chest and leans forward, going in for a kiss, but you stop him. He gets a sad look of rejection on his face but you reach over to your nightstand and grab a tissue. "You have snot running out your nose, babe. Here, let me help you wipe it up." You gently cradle the side of his face and help him wipe his snotty nose. It doesn't gross you out at all because you do have kids that have desensitizes you to this kind of stuff. "There we go. Now you can kiss me."

With the first smile you've seen on his face all night, Harry leans in again and places the most softest kiss on your lips. It only lasted a second but that second means everything to you. After the kiss, Harry whispers, "I love you." He leans back down to snuggle into your covered chest. You grab the edge of the duvet and help drape it over his back to keep the both of you warm. Then once you reach to turn the lamp off and the bedroom is filled with darkness, you began to fall asleep with Harry in your arms.

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[eslanes]

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪

So I got this story stuck in my head, a little spinoff about Faelern going home to Chestnut Ridge for the first time in 20 years due to his father being sick. It would follow his homecoming and explore relationships within his family and get into why he was away for so long. I don't know if I'll ever get time to flesh this out in game but I got inspired and made his whole family.

I had fun doing the family reunion challenge a while back so I did another one. Check out under the cut if you're interested in who's who and a little more about our ever-gloomy Faelern.

Faelern Adan 'the prodigal son' - Leaving home at a young age due to strained familial relationships, Faelern spent most of his adulthood immersed in his studies, obtaining a doctorate in Anthropology and becoming the youngest tenured professor in his department at the University of Britechester. As touched a tiny bit in A Devil Between Us, Faelern spent several years happily married to Laelia, who was tragically murdered during a home invasion 12 years prior. Evidently this devastated Faelern and he hasn't been the same since. This also may be a contributing factor to his intense and chaotic relationship with walking disaster Ms. Aida Fairbairn several years later. Faelern is the third of his father's children.

Sicheii Holt 'the patriarch' - While much calmer in his old age, the eldest member of the Holt family was once a notorious womanizer, creating an extremely tense relationship with his now-deceased wife and mother of Faelern's siblings. This only increased when it was discovered that one of his affairs resulted in a child (uh oh). Exponentially so when said illegitimate child was sent to live with Sicheii and his family after the sudden death of his mother at the age of five. While Sicheii was a generally a good father, his transgressions definitely impacted the family, creating complicated relationships all around (hurrah). At the beginning of the spinoff, he would be severely ill, resulting in Faelern's homecoming.

Atsa Holt 'the golden child' - Atsa, the eldest of Sicheii's children, adored his father from the time he was born. And Sicheii adored his son, spending most of their time hunting and fishing together. Everything changed when Atsa was eight, when younger half-brother Faelern came to live with the family and ruined his idyllic childhood. Atsa blamed his brother for his parents' fighting and shattering the vision he had of his father. Instead of focusing his anger on Sicheii, Atsa turned his resentment towards his half-brother, letting him know he was an enemy and would never belong. As a result, the boys were never close and fought frequently. As an adult, Atsa continues to carry a major chip on his shoulder and does not acknowledge his brother as kin. He is furious that Faelern had the audacity to show his face in Chestnut Ridge. 

Emmaline Holt 'the gossip queen' - Emmaline is Atsa's wife. Much more outgoing and cheerful than her husband, she's often the organizer of family gatherings and parties (she's always knows all the good gossip). Having never met her newly-returned brother-in-law, Em cannot believe that Atsa would treat him so poorly after being away for so long. Between me and you, Atsa will be sleeping on the sofa for a while. 

Jacy Holt 'the wild child' - Atsa's and Emmaline's 9-yo daughter. Twin sister to Mato and the loud one of the two. You'll usually find her annoying her father or on the playground with her friends. 

Mato Holt 'the bookworm' - The quiet, bookish twin and Atsa's constant reminder of his half-brother. The kid is exactly like his uncle Faelern in his interests and demeanor, much to his father's dismay. Mato would much rather be reading in his room than socializing. 

Tallulah Holt 'the dutiful daughter' - Tallulah is the eldest sister, a no-nonsense, tough as nails matriarch with one son of her own. While not particularly close to her half-brother as children, she feels a deep sense of duty to her family and is angered that Faelern would turn his back on them for so long. She has her hands full at the moment, trying to parent the rebellious and surly teenaged Kai as a single parent all while managing her 17 mlm businesses. 

Kai Holt 'the rebellious teen' - Kai is going through a major rebellious phase. The 16 year old has discovered hair bleach, Nirvana and his mother Tallulah at her wits end with him. 

Tahoma Holt 'the jokester' - The running joke in the family is that youngest brother was named after his father's beloved pickup truck (true). Tay is loud, boisterous and the family goofball. A contractor by day, he spends his nights at open mics across the region workshopping his comedy routines, with big dreams of becoming a comedy writer. Unlike the elder siblings, Tay doesn't remember life without his half-brother, and is actually happy to see him again.

Doli Holt 'the baby sister' - Doli is the youngest Holt child by many years. Currently working as a receptionist, Doli has dreams of going to university in the city, just like her older brother, whom she hasn't seen since she was a kid. Having been born after Faelern arrived in the family, Doli only has good memories of her brother. 

Auntie Deborah and Uncle Des Holt 'the elders' - Auntie Deborah and Uncle Des are known as well-respected healers in the community and stable and a positive influence on all the kids. That said, now that they're all adults Des won't stop trying to push his homegrown weed on his nieces and nephews. Tahoma says it tastes like burning hair. 

#the sims 4 #ts4 #faelern

[neon-junkie]

awh fuck, everybody else is posting their sappy seasonal finale posts, so i figured i'd follow the herd and make one too. under the cut cause its long, im gushin' my heart out here!!

the bad batch has been my favourite show in... fuck, a very long time. i'll watch a piece of media and go "i enjoyed that!", maybe reblog a few tumblr posts on it, write the odd fic here and there, but the bad batch? i dont know what the hell it woke inside of me, but i am damn thankful for it.

since leaving the red dead fandom, i didn't write very often. i did the odd piece for star wars, but there wasn't anything that truly grasped me. i remember finally watching the clone wars during the covid lockdown, and thinking "awh i love the clones so much! i love how unique they all are, with their tattoos and haircuts. i just wish they would make an emo clone, for a laugh, you know?"

and then i started tcw season 7, and oh my god-

yeah, crosshair is my absolute favourite, although tech almost stole that place during season 2. (but i could never betray my husband like that!!) i love all the batch, even stinky sergeant hunter, and i am so thankful that they've entered my life. im glad i got into the clone wars when i did, cause as i finished the entire show, the bad batch season 1 dropped the very next day haha. i didnt think they'd impact my life as much as they did, but hey-ho, im thankful for it.

i mean, they got me back into writing. i had a nasty experience (which i wont go into detail about) during my time in the red dead fandom, and it totally put me off writing and fandom spaces. im so glad the bad batch has given me a new safe space to enjoy, with motivation and inspiration to write again, even if the things that i write are filthy and disgusting.

not to mention that i've met so many new people, formed friendships, even met them in real life!! star wars celebrations was in london last year, and being bri'ish, i had to go. i wasn't expecting some of my dear fandom friends to cross the ocean to attend, but god damn, i am so thankful that i took a chance and met them, resulting in a wonderful weekend. i'll admit, i hate how shy i was during the whole weekend, but i mean, meeting so many people for the first time all at once was very nerve-racking!!

to think, none of that would have happened if i didnt get into this silly show. so, yeah, thank you to the bad batch. thank you for all my fandom friends. i will continue my obsession even after tomorrow, although i will cry myself to sleep every night if anything happens to crosshair... (am i going to regret writing that line?!)

anyway. heres my sappy post. you know, i have to go to work after the finale airs. im going to be an absolute mess regardless of how the show finishes, i just hope the customers dont mind their bartender crying over star wars as she pours their drinks.

i'll stop rambling now. cheers for reading, and feel free to cry with me whenever you feel like it. neon out x

#the bad batch

[lover-girl-estxx]

Dance Class

Nate x reader (N34 R34)/ can be read as part two to honey dos

Fluff

*not my gif*

I had me and Nate's newest Diaz Hailey strapped to my chest while I did 5 year old Nova's light makeup "do Pink!" "Pink?" I smiled as she nodded "okay!". "you like it?" I flipped the mirror to her "Yes!!" she smiled "i'm gonna go sit with your dad, okay?" "okay!" I kissed her cheek, she kissed her sisters head "love you" she added "love you"

When I walked out Nate's parents were there and about 20 guys along with Abel sitting in between Nick and Nate. "give me that baby!" Melissa said I smiled handing her Hailey, "I gave you 5 tickets how'd you all get in?" I asked Nate he smiled "100 bucks does a lot" he said as I sat next to him, he wrapped his arm around me "you brought the whole gym" I smiled up at him "not even close" he laughed. "why don't you tell mom about going to the gym today!" Nate said "oh yeah! I tapped out a 12 year old! Uncle Nick got it on video " 9 year old Abel said "great job bubba!" I smiled "thanks!".

Nova came out on stage smiling "whys does my beautiful 5 year old need that much makeup?" Nate said "shh. She loves it" I smiled up at him, he kissed my head before looking back to the stage watching her do her hip-hop dance. After her song most of the family's lightly clapped not Nate, all the guys stood up cheered. "Nate! it's not a fight" I said laughing while clapping all the people now turned to us, Nate tapped Abel for him to stand up.

"i'm gonna go get her" I told him "k we'll meet you in the parking lot" he kissed my cheek, "you want me to take her?" I asked Nate's mom "no it's okay!" she smiled. "great job My Love!" I smiled, then picked her and hugged her tight "thank you!" "go get your bag! everyone's waiting for you" she smiled wider running to grab her bag. "Daddy!" she yelled running to her dad, he picked her up "hi princess! Great job!" "thank you!" she smiled "I got you something!" he opened his truck door and handed her flowers "they're Pink! My favorite!".

We loaded all the kids in the truck then went home everybody joining us. "here sweetheart" Nick said handing Nova a stuffed purple bear "thank you uncle Nick!" she smiled, almost everyone gave Nova a little something and she couldn't be happier. "come on you have to help me!" she said pulling Killshot from the table to help her with something in her room.

"I'm gonna head out" Chris said while holding Hailey "so who wants her?" He added "I can take her" Nate said thanking Nate as Chris laid her in her dad's arms "hi sweet girl" Nate whispered and kissed her head. "Mom" Abel said coming up to me "yeah bub?" I said rubbing his hair "i'm hungry" "okay come on I'll make dinner" I smiled.

Most of the guys left only about 8 guys were here now, I make Nova and Abel a plate and set it at their outdoor table. "you guys all hungry?" I asked putting a plate in front of Nate "yeah!" They all said "okay I'll make you guys a plate" "no no! We'll make our plates don't worry about it" Nick (friend) said "you sure?" "Yeah!". "Want me to take her while you eat?" I asked Nate my hand on his shoulder "no baby," he stood up pushing me to sit in the empty chair across from him other arm still holding Hails "you relax and eat" he pushed his plate in front of me "I'll make another" "you sure?"he kissed my head "yeah baby" "thanks" he kissed my lips.

I laid a sleeping Hailey into her bassinet next to our bed, when I looked up to see Abel in the doorway. "Hey love" I put my hand on his back pushing him out the door and closing the bedroom door "uncle Nick gave me his phone you want to see the video?" "Yeah!" I smiled. "That's awesome, me and your sisters will come to the gym some time this week !" I said "that would be great!" He smiled.

Walking into the living room, Nate had Nova who was in pajamas hair in a bun in his lap taking a makeup wipe to her face. It was Saturday so UFC Saturday, and my husband was sitting on the couch watching to guys try and kill each other but also lightly taking off his daughters dance makeup. Nick moved to the side for me to sit "thanks" I smiled, which he returned, Abe in between me and Nick. "Daddy?" Nova said "yeah honey?" Nate said looking to her "which one do we like?" she asked about the fighters "the guy in the green" Abel said " the guy in the blue" Nate said at the same time "bet on it" Abel said "5 bucks?" "20!" "okay" Nate laughed and shook his head.

"pay up!" Abel yelled Nick laughed, "whatever" Nate laughed handing him a 20 "I should bet more!" Abel said I shook my head. Nova was curled into Nate's chest dead asleep "you want me to put her to bed?" I asked "no I want as much cuddles I can get from her" he whispered and kissed her head I smiled. Abel on the other hand, was on the edge of his seat Nick the same. They were talking back and fourth about the fight on the TV. Nate wrapped his arm that wasn't around Nova around me kissing my head. My eye's started to get heavy when crying came from the baby cam, I went to get up "no i'll get her and lay Nova down" Nate said "oh okay".

"hi sweetgirl, what's wrong" I hear through the cam as he picked her up kissing her head, "huh?" rocking her back and fourth "oh my god" he said "you need a diaper change". "can I stay the night at uncle Nicks?" Abel asked "yeah if it's okay with him" okay!" he smiled. I as under Nate's arm again as the fight went on, falling asleep.

I woke up to being lifted off the couch "mmm" I sighed "shh" Nate whispered before laying me in our bed getting in next to me, his arms wrapped around my waist and I turned in his arms. Mine going around his neck "night baby" he whispered and kissed my forehead "night"

#nate diaz #nate diaz imagine #nate diaz x reader #nate diaz imagines #nick diaz #Nate Diaz by est

[chocolatespringonion]

I've got a one-shot idea, hopefully it will come into realization by my hands in the future. I think you all know where I got inspiration from. In the mean time I'll share the outline here.

Time: post S3 of The Boys

Homelander was in the pinnacle of human society, no one can rival him. After he took in Ryan he didn't expect his own son to try assassinating him.

Homelander : Why...?

Ryan : You're a monster. You think everyone loves you when they cheer your name but they don't. They all fear you but doesn't dare retaliate against you. But I'm their last hope! You always told me to be a great hero and I'm going to be one. Just not like you.

Betrayed by his own son, Homelander didn't have any other choice but to kill him himself. As he cradled Ryan's lifeless body in his own hands he thought to himself, why is it so hard for anyone to love him when he had tried so hard?

Homelander went to sleep that night as he grieved of his lost son.

When he woke up, he was in an unfamiliar bedroom, in unfamiliar clothes. The door opened revealing Hughie with a tray of breakfast, "Oh, You're up already? I wanted to surprise you but you surprised me instead. Did you sleep well, John?"

Homelander froze when his real name was used. Usually he would hate it to death when people use his real name because there was always a trace of disdain and fear towards him when they use it, but hearing his name spoken without a hint of malice and instead the unfamiliar feeling of... what is it... affection? Made him felt comfortable.

Homelander : Why are you calling me, John?

Hughie : So am I supposed to call my husband by his hero name now? Okay, The Homelander, hurry up and finish breakfast then shower. The others are going to be here soon.

When Hughie left the room Homelander couldn't help but felt like he had done something wrong...

Wait–husband?

After Homelander finished showering he heard noises outside, familiar noises. When he exit the shower he saw Butcher and anger boiled in him. He unconsciously moved and slammed Butcher to the wall, ready to kill him. He was tugged by a short boy who was clearly afraid of him but braved himself, "Don't hurt him, Uncle John." Afterwards Becca picked the boy up and moved away from Homelander.

Homelander noticed the boy, they called, Ryan is different from his son. The boy had dark hair and hazel eyes, different from his Ryan's blonde hair and blue eyes.

"John! Let him go!" Now Hughie was in the picture angrily looking at him. He could hear the other's heartbeat, everyone was afraid of him except of Hughie. He unconsciously obeyed.

Butcher fell to the ground and Hughie helped him stand. He muttered apologies to both Billy and Becca and saying they'll visit the others house in the future instead. So the couple left.

Homelander was sitting down and staring blankly on the sofa. He couldn't make sense of what's happening around him. Hughie was about to get angry at Homelander but noticed the other not being himself, he seemed to be anxious and Hughie could swore he regressed back to his past self.

Hughie cupped the other's cheek, "Hey, are you okay? Breathe with me. Hear my heartbeat." He took one of Homelander's hand and put it on his neck, showing his own vulnerability. "Feel my pulse. I love you, John."

Love. That was all he wanted. He loved Maeve and believed it when she said she loved him, but in the end she hated him the whole time. He tried to seek comfort in Madelyn, he wanted any type of love the other could give. At first he was jealous of the little creature Madelyn has and wanted to capture her attention by acting out, then suddenly their love turned from maternal to romantic and he will take whatever love she was willing to give him. But in the end, she didn't love him, she was afraid of him.

Then he met Becca and Ryan, he thought they could be a happy family together and that he would finally be loved as a family. But Becca refused to forgive him and to even give him a chance, but Ryan was albeit willing to trust him so he figured he could make things right. Afterwards he met Stromfront, he had hated her in the beginning but she slithered her way into his heart, uttering words sweet as honey into his hear and he believed that she loved him he thought finally someone will love him. He was willing to love her even if she had become a cripple and disfigured as long as she loved him back but he realized what she loved was not him. It was the idea that she could use him to create her ideal world and when he refused, she killed herself, on his birthday.

Next he only had Ryan, but a miracle happened and Soldier Boy who he found out was his father came back. His heart sang in happiness, he thought all his life that he didn't have parents and he had one. He could finally have the family he always hoped, someone who will love him unconditionally. His hope was crushed when his own father was disappointed in him and tried to kill him.

All these time, Ryan was the one by his side. The one that believed him, the one that's willing to stay with him. He poured his heart hand soul into raising Ryan, hoping one day he could see the love in his eyes directed towards himself. But like everyone else, Ryan betrayed him and Homelander had to kill him with his own hands.

Why? Why? Why? Why is it so hard for someone to love him?

The flooding memories triggered his anger but he heard those words once again from the man in front of him, "I love you, John. I'm always going to be here, with you." Hughie smiled and looked at him with eyes full of... Love.

That was all he wanted.

Hughie leaned in to kiss him and Homelander never felt this kind of kiss before. The previous times was always laced with fear or lust but this time, he can feel every inch of warmth and affection the other could offer and it made his heart spark with joy. Finally, someone who truly love him.

Their kiss broke when a loud bang was at the door and another version of himself showed up by the door. "Hughie! Get away from him, that's not me!"

Homelander was thrown to the ground by the other him and they fought.

John : I've been to your world and it sickens me. You're fucking disgusting. Go back to your twisted world.

Homelander was about to continue fighting when Hughie jumped up in front of the other Homelander. "You can't hurt him."

Homelander who saw all this was once again heartbroken. "It's not fair. Why won't anyone be by my side. He's me but why am I the only one who is never loved?!! Why won't anyone fucking love me?!!"

Seeing how broken Homelander was, Hughie wanted to go over and comfort him when his husband stopped him. They both saw Homelander became transparent and he disappeared completely. He really pitied him, from the way Homelander spoke he must've been hurt badly in his original world. Is that what his husband would've been if Hughie wasn't with him?

Homelander who was back in his own world destroyed his own apartment building venting out his anger and frustration. Why was the universe so cruel letting him see the life he always wanted but doesn't let him have it.

"It's not fair.... why not me?"

#homelander x hughie #homelander/hughie #hughie x homelander #hughie/homelander #the boys #the poster has a rose tinted glasses stuck on their face

[yanderepuck]

KAAAAAAAAAAAAAT *hug*

:3

No you do not see me here procrastinating my Culminative assignment worth some large percentage! XD

Hihi! Can't write my academic stuff rn and got pretty vampires on the brain so I was hoping you'd let me talk about it until my academic mind comes back from whatever vacation it took!

What's a quality of a character that immediately bonds you with them? Like...what makes you love them? If you don't mind me asking!

I'm just thinking about how I fell so hard for Arthur...XD

Like for me it was kinda like "Arthur has a heart of gold he's my husband now this is happening"

What's something that bonded you with your guys? If you're cool with me asking that!

and what's something you'd want to do around town if you were in ikevamp?

And what do you think makes a good pureblood?

Do you have favorite tropes in fanfics? I'm curious, sorry if you answered that already I have the memory of a goldfish rn...

If Will and Charles proposed to you, how would you imagine thoes rings to look? I actually bought a ring from walmart of all places (I don't have the luxury of going to a jewelry shop to get one made!) that just had a very Arthur feel in my opinion! I wear it when I need some support throughout the day!

What things do Will and Charles do to cheer you up when you're sad?

I'll stop bothering you! Sorry :)

I just needed a bit of joy

I'm procrastinating on so much too ._.

For some reason I really love a clingy character. Idk if it's bc I'm clingy myself. Which is probably why I LOVE Charles. He's so clingy and I want to be clingy back. And we'd just constantly hold hands and cry when we have to let go for even a moment.

Something about them being a lil crazy is hot too. I can't really explain that one....

If I was there I'd mainly want to go sight seeing. The thing is.. idk ANY French so I'd be struggling the whole time. But I'd also be really excited about the fashion bc I love wearing corsets. And I'd 100% let Comte buy me anything I wanted.

I don't really have any favorite tropes???? I really only write and read smut???? But I do love silly little aus. With ikevamp I really love modern aus.

As for a ring...uhhhh...I'm not really a jewelry person...I've never worn rings...so I've never thought about it.. I hate diamonds..they actually aren't worth anything and I'd rather have something with color...maybe an opal..but I would rather have a necklace over anything.

HONESTLY ALL THEY HAVE TO DO IS CUDDLE ME AND LET ME SLEEP ON THEM AND ID BE SO HAPPY. IM SO CLINGY. I NEED PHYSICAL TOUCH. PLAY WITH MY HAIR AND RUB MY BACK. THATS ALL I WANT

Also....DONT THINK YOU ARE EVER BOTHERING ME. I LOVE YOU DUMMY

Also forgot the pureblood one. Uhhhhh not Vlad

[kosi-annec]

[HAIKYUU!!] Season 2 episode 25

HAHA THEY WON, THE CROWS WON! THEY'RE GONNA GO UP THE CHAIN!

Oh fuck, that means seijo lost their last chance to go up against shiratorizawa, oikawa lost his chance to go up against ushijima (yes had to search his name up). I... Don't know how to feel about that

The girls (kage & oikawa) are fighting again, but more subtle this time

Holy shit I still can't believe karasuno won against seijo

Oh god, yeah daichi receiving a spike like that, one where oikawa literally made a set that shouldn't be possible, yeah that gonna haunt iwa for a while

HHHHH GOD FUCK- this is what i mean when haikyuu makes you love basically the whole cast to some extent. I don't want seijo to go nooo

But I'm still so happy that karasuno won like! They trained so hard to get here, they deserve this win

Oh? Kage reuniting with his old teammates- EH, MY DUDE?? DON'T JUST IGNORE EM

Wow, that was anti-climactic, i was expecting some more yelling

Most probably a bit of both, hinata just has this way of pulling kage's attention

Lol kage's "HM??" HSKSHSK

OH SHIT- OIKAWA AND USHI CONFRONTATION! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!

Aight dude, chill, you don't need to tell him I'm pretty sure oikawa knows better than you

"what was it that you said about worthless pride? I can't recall" OOOOH SNAP, EAT YO WORDS USHI

Yeah ushi, better watch yourself, nothing's more dangerous than an opponent being underestimated

OMFG ITS KARASUNO VS SHIRATORIZAWA FOR FINALS OMG OMG

Everyone's fuckin passed out in the bus lol. Bruh wtf hskshsk kageyama can't even relax in his sleep LMAO

Awww yeah couch has a point, without club advisor karasuno wouldn't have been as good as they are rn. My guy just accept the compliment from your hypothetical husband HSKSHS

Oh hey its the volleyball captain on the girl's side! Aw the whole school's there cheering for them!!

Ofc the news focuses more on the popular schools still, even tho karasuno won. I wonder how it's explained in-story on how the news were able to get these specific shots, cuz technically they shouldn't have been able to

Cmon dadchi, you better that hinata never really has bad intentions whenever he says anything bout other volleyball players, he loves volleyball too much for that lol

GSAP OMG THE CINEMATIC PARALLELS!! Literally the same scene from season 1, but this time it's so much more positive

PFT LMAO BRUH THESE DUMBASSES, fuckin forgot yachi was there for real

AWWWW YACHI MY BBY!

Lmao kyoko having to be big sister to her very volleyball addicted lil bros

Oh come on could've shown kage giving even a slight twitch to his mouth, but eh I'll take him initiating the fist pump ig

After credit scene! Look at my boys walking in like a gang lol

Honestly surprised that the rest of karasuno aren't confused as to why hinata and kage seem to know ushi more personally lmao

#sharing my brain juice #fandom talks #acessment #haikyuu!!

[stardust-static]

I have officially reached the depths of the sads, where I just feel hopelessly empty. I made a mistake and was around family last night while I felt this way. Went and had dinner with them. The whole time I just felt so disconnected. Unable to reach any kind of emotion, but sad. Jealous of the way they talked and laughed and how easy it was. I thought it would cheer me up, but it just made me feel worse. I spent the night trying to keep a smile. I think I've learned now that I feel this way every January. I don't know why, but it's like clockwork. Maybe this is what people mean by seasonal depression, but yeah the days have been leading to this feeling where today (the day after I saw my family), I just feel physically ill. This tightness in my chest has now made me nauseous and has given me a headache. I feel like I don't even want to see people till I'm better. Till I've made some kind of grand change. Till I'm worthy, and that's what's at the eye of this storm really. I feel so unworthy.. of everything. Every day I've been feeling that way. Now I'm just waiting for the morning after. Where I wake up and do something to make the feeling stop. Where I begin to feel like a person of substance again. Lately I've just felt like an empty shell. Even seeing my husband makes me feel horrible and guilty. Again, unworthy. I just want to sleep until I wake up and feel better. I'll try better tomorrow. I have to go and watch my niece and nephew tomorrow evening. I refuse to be sad auntie around them so I'm going to wake up and take care of myself. Go for a morning walk. Bailey will be home so I'm sure running errands with him will ease the feeling. What's funny is I long to be alone when I feel this way, but the feeling is so much louder when I'm alone. All I can do is think of everything I'm not doing. Every moment of every day and I allow the guilt of that to eat at me. So here's to hoping tomorrow will be better and brighter, and I can go to sleep soon because I am so done with this day. It's been dreadful since I woke up this morning.

I hope unlike me that January is not cursed for you, void. I hope you're happy. 💗

[theold-ultraviolence]

hey sweetie,

as you have your own 7 hours of hell, I am here to blabber a bit, before going to sleep so sorry if this incoherent.

first of all: ahhh I am glad I am not the only one. in all truth, although my therapist has told me not to act like this, I am low key hoping and awaiting to find a foreign s/o when I go abroad, mostly because I don't like Italian boys. so, yeah do manifest for me because with my luck I might as well fall down in front of everybody while arriving at the social event.

and in the meanwhile, I shall manifest for you as well.

we really need a 'build your boyfriend' stall, ugh.

and in all truth we have conferences till the afternoon + we don't know yet where our hotel is or how far away it is. still, we shall definitely take advantage of it, also because I have never been there so, it'd be a shame not to sight-see a bit (although I am happy because the conferences are across different palaces, which will be stressful but I think that it'll allow us to see the city).

oh I am currently reading 'carmilla' (I literally read the first two chapters last night) and so far I enjoy the narrative method. I think that I'll probably read 'lady chatterley's lover' after another book after carmilla ('the lying life of adults' by elena ferrante as each summer I have to read at least (1) book of hers, as the typical manic pixie Italian dream girl), but fear not, I shall spam you with all my thots.

(also my mom told me that she read it + enjoyed it and probably had the book back at home, so... ugh).

and yeah, books are sadly very expensive and not because of rights or other stuff but mostly because of the cost of paper. and mostly fantasy books have really beautiful BUT expensive editions and I am not going to lie, I have distanced myself from such a genre because of that. also bestie, yeah sadly art books are SO FREAKING EXPENSIVE, although I am happy to report that they are often found at cheaper in vintage book stores (if it doesn't rain, nothing happen I might also go to see with my friend an art book show also in the weekend!).

I actually bought my copy of 'rebecca' at a vintage street market in my city for I think 3 euros, which was very nice (like I think I got 4 books for ten euros)

(and yeah, I think that the conversion euros - dollars is also very high. I do remember sometimes buying things in dollars being horrified at the change).

yay! I honestly loved that one shot and I am going to try to read others soon (if I don't, it's because searching an apartment + deadlines for stuff) but yeah, I am absolutely loving it and again hooked onto your writing (I feel like you have such a deep knowledge of the character and it shows and such an attention to detail. also - this is weird - but your writing is clearly truthful, like I know it might seem again weird, but it does show that you are a photographer also in your writing!).

and yeah! I did think he was bit of a weirdo, but a cute weirdo and I am not going to lie, I was cheering so badly for him in the second part of the season!

ahahahah, in all truth: I love aus. you can tell it, so I am also very happy that we were able to come up with all of these extremely creative aus and to converge on your blog.

MA'AM I ALSO DISCOVERED THAT HE WAS IN 'SKINS' (did I ever watch 'skins'? no) but somehow ugh.... he and ewan are making me like chavs, I ugh... what is going with me?).

oh gods, pls ignore me taking liberties with his character but I can imagine this almost like a 'bridgeton' scene with vaella going to elaena after the first night and going like 'is it normal to want it so badly? like... every day... all the time' and elaena is like 'that's my baby sister. ugh' but also '... yes'. oh gods, what I'd give up to be in their company as I think that they are definitely a whole lot fun! especially when teasing their husbands.

I don't know - read it as 'I am projecting' - but I feel like aemond is always the smartest in the room and yet, the probably most idiotic with the easiest of tasks (especially socially). so, he'd definitely think about hiring a private investigator before asking what perfume you wear. but yeah... the tissue idea is so cute! but also him having those reinforced paper sticks that you use for perfumes in his back - totally not because whenever he goes to Sephora he sprays a bit of perfume that you wear on them... totally no.

and yeah, I'd be sniffing that cologne all the time. even more I don't know if it's just a weird me thing but... I love when the smell stays on scarfs, so I'd be hugging him and then smashing my face in my scarf to keep him with me.

ahhh, I do hope that you get to go to chile (I shall, indeed, be manifesting for you my dear friend! all the positive vibes) but I can understand! still, I do hope you get to go, as you truly deserve it (and to be self-indulgent!).

have a lovely week and I hope those seven hours shall pass swiftly!

-🌗

(I wanted so bad to reply on the same day you sent me this and I deadass had the half of this written but then class was over and I came home way to late. But kudos to me for actually replying on time)

No but seriously, I get it. I feel the same way about guys from here (also no one that knows me irl knows I'm bi so, a;lkfjdlskjg, it's a STRUGGLE). By now I'm pretty much sure I will remain to be a hermit unless I move from here. So I absolutely get what you mean! 'build-a-boyfriend' OK BUT THAT'S A CONCEPT! Because also meeting people organically is SO HARD. Also re: your conferences. Ahhh at least they're in different castles! I can see how that might be a hassle, but I'm sure you could walk around the surroundings before or after the conferences. And the trek to and from there could allow for a little bit of sightseeing from the transportation you're using! also PALACES, that sounds so cool bestie! I'm sure with the conferences being in palaces it will be the ultimate space to daydream about silly fictional guys.

I'm really happy to know you're enjoying Carmilla! honestly you can't go wrong with the lesbian version of Dracula, huh? also ngl I think I might change up books to read 'The Age of Innocence' because I found this super cute version of it (remind me to take a pic when I return home) and it's so tiny. 'Manic pixie italian dream girl' bestie I love that for you.

Also about cost/prices of art books and books in general, omg I know. There's this annual literature festival here and a lot of the bookstores here have their own stands so you can tour around and buy books and listen to conferences, and I've found most of my art books there. Also my first job was an assistant at an art gallery here (more of a clerk/cashier really but I digress...) and it was in this like, very artsy alley. And I used to spend whatever they paid me in art books because there was this used/vintage books store and it was PARADISE. Literally I think I paid 20 mxn for classic novels? which is NOTHING! those kinds of places are sooo special and needed. AND REBECCA! forgive my shitty memory, have we discussed Rebecca before? I think we have? my mind is all over the place today, but I love that book so much. Like I've said, if it's got spooky/mysterious vibe + dark romances? i'm so in.

No pressure in reading my Eddie stuff at all, dear! but I'm super thrilled you feel this way! No one has ever said that they can tell I'm a photographer because of my writing!?????? so that comment has me feeling in the clouds ahhhh! thank you so much!! (I suck at receiving compliments, I feel like thank you doesn't cut it, but know that reading this bit made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and I will be thinking about it all weekend) And also, yeah, what happens to him is beyond heartbreaking! I've never cried so hard with a character's death. I still don't want to rewatch that season because I know what happens to him and guhhhhh I don't wanna suffer.

I live for all the aus! if you besties only knew how many crazy ass aus I have in brain that haven't seen the light of day in this blog lmao! so yeah, I so welcome all the aus in this house!!

AND LMAO I - SAME!!!!!!! when I read he was also from Derby I was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh gosh. I must go there. What's in the water over at Derby that is giving me all these silly guys!??? I'm watching a series called SAS Rogue Heroes where he is in, as well as Tom Glynn-Carney, and I'm like!!! just put Ewan in here and it'll be the perfect show.

The bridgerton inspo AHHH it's so adorable!!! YES YES YES THAT'S CANON now! I haven't actually watched Bridgerton but I feel like I need to to soak in all the inspo. I also think that Vaella definitely complains about his hubby snoring, and Elaena fondly tells her that his husband gets immediately sleepy after doing it, which is both annoying because she wants more, but cute.

Aemond hiring a private investigator ljdfslkjgk lmao he soooo would!! aaaah and yeah I know those little paper thingies you refer to, and absolutely. He'd be keeping those on his pockets, or by his nightstand or under his pillow so the smell will stay on. I do the same thing with scarfs!! it might be indulgent but I do love it when my scarfs end up smelling like my perfume because it's super comforting to me. So ughhhhhhhhhhhh an Aemond-smelling scarf!? imagine taking a nap with it because it's soo, sooo cozy and comforting and he feels close. Brb I'm going through it just thinking about this, bestie.

Thank you for all your good vibes, my darling! they are truly appreciated and needed, and I hope you have a lovely weekend with a lot of indulgence and rest, as always. Love ya! x

#gossssh hope this message wasn't long AF! #I like to reply to every little point of the message slkdfjgkl #🌗

[ntlazer]

Tired of thanklessly eating mosquitoes and other harmful bugs, spiders decide to become the scary demons that humans believe them to be.

We understood that the humans were very reserved when it came towards respecting us. We kept a wide berth around them, staying in our dark secluded corners, away from their everyday life. Yet, whenever they saw us or our homes, destruction always followed. This never bothered me. I understood my place in the food chain. Well, it never bothered me until what happened to Archie. We heard the mother of the family groaning in annoyance at two flies buzzing around her in the living room. She didn't do anything about them, just kept waving them away, and they would come right back to her. Finally, out of frustration she slammed her fist down on her armchair and yelled,

"These flies are so annoying! Will someone please kill them for me?" Neither her husband or son volunteered. After three more minutes of her agonizing groaning, Archie crawled out from the fridge and called,

"I'll get them for you!"

She ignored him, but we watched from our nooks intently, ready to see her grateful response to the work done for her sake. Archie worked quick, within five minutes he built a basic web, strong enough to catch both of them on top of the lamp on the table next to her. We cheered and applauded him as he gave us a bow.

After the flies' buzzes of pain and contempt for Archie annoyed the mother enough, she finally turned to look at the present left by him. However, instead of thanking him for his generosity, she yelped, grabbed a magazine and crushed Archie. All in the matter of a moment. We stared in horror as she didn't even kill the flies. She left them to suffer a slow death in the heat of the light from the lamp.

It was in that moment that I declared war against this family. They had been far to ungrateful for the work we had carried out in this household. I climbed up to the attic to find Blay Kwiddo. The dust bunnies had been piling up near her web and sunlight was hard to see through the cracks in the roof. She was dining on a mosquito when I marched in, and gave me three eyes of attention. I got right to the point.

"I need you to bite Mother in her sleep tonight."

Her five other eyes swiveled in my direction.

"Why would I risk that? We know she's a light sleeper."

"After the bite she would sleep a lot deeper."

She chuckled, "I meant, what do I get out of it?"

"Protection. How often does Father come up here to grab his camping equipment?"

She didn't answer, so I continued,

"Enough to put you out of a web once a month, that's how often! Do you think he would have the gall to go camping after having his wife die next to him while he slept?"

Blay chewed slowly, mulling over the idea.

"I'll do it on the condition that someone else is there with me when I do the deed. No watching from the corners, someone is on her body at the same time I am."

"Done. I'll do it myself if I have to."

And I did. That night, as we lowered on our webs to her Kwiddo asked me,

"I never asked what you get out of this, Brown. What is it you're after here? Just being vengeful after Archie's murder?" she asked it playfully, trying to get a rise out of me.

"My whole life, I've been submissive to these creatures, but now they'll know the truly dominant animal of this house. A Black Widow and Brown Recluse spider are enough to put ten of these things down. I'm only asking for one."

She only nodded as we continued our descent. She landed on Mother's hand and I on Mother's stomach.

"Where are you going??" Blay cried, baring her fangs to bite.

"Don't you know? Humans swallow eight spiders a year in their sleep!!" My fangs poised, I prepared to bite everything I could in her open mouth. I may be entering the darkness, but I was going to exit it as well.

She wouldn't be so lucky.

#short story #short prompt #fiction #short stories #indie author

[scandinavianfairytale]

Christmas night

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Christmas themed fluff, domestic Andy 💙

"Do you have the suit?" You whispered to your husband as you tiptoed to the kitchen, where he was drinking his morning coffee. Andy gave you a knowing smirk. Your obsession with Christmas skyrocketed since you had the kids and you were adamant about keeping the Christmas magic in the house, which included writing letters to Santa, leaving cookies and milk, hanging stockings, lighting up the Christmas tree, the whole lot.

"Well?" You pressed when he didn't respond.

"Of course I did. I even picked up the white color spray so you can paint my beard white." Andy laughed as you squealed and threw your arms around him, giving him an enthusiastic kiss. He put the coffee down just in the nick of time and caught you, before you tumbled both of you on the ground.

The excited footsteps were heard before the heads of your little ones were seen peaking through the counter of the kitchen island. The kids giggled as they saw their parents in a hug.

"Mom, when is Santa coming?" The first one, Lucy, asked.

"When are we getting presents?" The second one, Toby, nagged. He has been (im)patiently waiting for his big toy kitchen set.

"Slow down you two, Santa is coming in the night and we'll unwrap the gifts in the morning." You smiled as you turned to them. "And before the gifts we have SO many things to do. We have to bake cookies for Santa and prepare Christmas dinner for the Thompsons. And we need to make time to go to the shelter, so you two need to march back upstairs and get dressed so we can start the day!" You cheered.

"Aren't you coming with us, daddy?" Lucy asked as she stared at Andy in his suit. He crouched down and took her little hands in his.

"Sorry sweetie, not this year, daddy has a big case so he has to work." He kissed the top of her head when she pouted. "But I'll be back to help cook the dinner." He smiled as he looked up at you. Toby was clinging to your side and pouting as well, so he reached up and ruffled his hair, making the boy giggle.

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When the Thompsons left, you marched the kids up to get ready for bed while Andy cleaned up after dinner. You tucked your little ones into bed and laid down with them, reading them a bedtime story - Greek mytology for kids. In your opinion it was the best book for kids, the stories were long enough to tire them out but still interesting enough to keep them coming back for more.

You were nowhere to be seen for over half an hour, so Andy went to check up on you as it has happened on a few occasions that you fell asleep with the kids. His jead poked through the crack and he saw Toby sound asleep while Lucy persisted and stared at you as you read.

"Hi, daddy." Lucy whispered and waved with a big smile on her face.

"Sweetie, why are you still up?" Andy waved back.

"Presents." The girl smiled wildly, literal stars appearing in her eyes. You chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

"Well, I'm going to sleep, don't want to scare off Santa." Your husband winked and closed the door again and immediately heard your voice starting to read again. He walked to the bedroom to change into his Santa suit and spray his beard with white colour.

"The things I do for that woman." He said under his breath as he watched himself in the mirror.

"Moooooom, one more, pleaseeeeee" Lucy pleaded, tuggig at your arm when you wanted to leave.

"Lucy, I read you three stories already, you should be sleeping already. What's going on with you today?" You asked.

"I want to see Santa today." She admited after she lost a staring contest with you. "My classmate said he doesn't exist and I wanted to take a picture of him as proof."

"Oh, sweetheart. Santa doesn't have a schedule and you can't wait up the whole night for him." You smiled as you sat on the floor before her, brushing her hair away from her small face. "But I promise to take a picture for you. I will hide downstairs and wait until he comes, okay?"

Lucy hesitatingly nodded.

"Good, now seriously Miss Trouble, go to sleep, because I see how droopy your eyes are." You ruffled her hair and stood up, giving her a quick kiss on the forhead before tiptoing away. She was out like a light.

You were lightly walking down the stairs and stopped as you saw Andy in the Santa suit putting the gifts under the Christmas tree. You silently grabbed the mistletoe from the railing and walked behind him.

"Oh, Santa." You whispered. Andy turned around in surprise, a gift falling from his hands, rattling loudly and you almost dropped the mistletoe when you saw him. You let out a snort.

"I did this for you." Andy reminded.

"I'm sorry. It does suit you, babe." You finally smiled, when you stopped laughing. You cleared your throat, getting back into character.

"Now, Santa, I believe the rule is that you have to kiss the person that is standing under the mistletoe." You revealed the decoration and put it above you.

"Oh. Yes, I believe that is the rule." Andy smirked down at you. "And you always follow the rules, like the good girl you are, don't you?"

"I've been really good this year Santa. I do believe I deserve my gift." You nodded, smirkling before kissing him, still holding the mistletoe above you.

Lucy and Toby were watching everything from the top of the stairs.

"Told you Santa is real." Lucy said as they made their way soundlessly back upstairs.

"But why was Mom kissing him? Should we tell Dad?" Toby wondered.

"No! Dad probably knows already, that's why we get so many gifts each year and we're never on the naughty list. Do you want to start getting coal?"

"I'm actually really looking forward to you getting older. White suits you." You joked as you seperated. Andy watched you with a serious face before starting to laugh.

"What's with you?" You asked, suprised. He was holding onto your hips for support as he shook with quiet laughter.

"You're white all over the face." Andy finally let out and as you saw your reflection in the window you joined in the laughter.

Thank you for reading 🙏😊

So, it's been a year since I discovered and joined Tumblr 😅 How had a whole year passed already?? 😶😯

Anyway, this story came to be thanks to the Christmas radio playing at my work 😅 For some reason I can totally see Andy doing something dorky like this 🤭🥰

#chris evans #andy barber #andy barber imagine #andy barber x reader #defending jacob #christmas night #fanfic #short story

[skiyoosmi]

post-break up heartaches

⤷ verse 2. in the dreams that we once shared

⤷ miya osamu, bokuto koutarou

⤷ verse 1 | verse 3

⤷ play. sorrow by sleeping at last, wrong direction by hailee steinfield

commissions: open

⇢ OSAMU stays still in his seat, melancholic eyes contrasting your bright ones while you twirl around in the middle of the ballroom. he admits, your dream wedding gown fit your figure perfectly as it flowed so gracefully the more you moved. but no beauty can compare to the happiness on your face as you danced with his previous volleyball teammate; the latter having a small smile on his face, not even having a single care about the funny looks you've been getting from your distant relatives. despite the minimal expression he adorns, to someone who has known him for a long time, it's clear as day just how ecstatic suna rintaro was to declare you as his wife, just as you were to call him your husband.

that could've been us, his mind screams all throughout the time he's been in the wedding ceremony, that could've been him dancing with you. he remembers little by little— how those smiles and laughters used to be solely for him whenever you try out his new recipes, from tasty to funny, how he used to be the one suddenly dragged to dance with you, how you used to dream of being married to him. him and only him.

but time was a cruel thing. he should've known better than to keep you waiting for more than so many years with nothing but empty and broken promises. i'll be done soon, yn, you know how much this means to me, this is my dream we're talking about here. stop being selfish please— he recalls himself telling you. he fails to see the disappointment and hurt that cross your eyes, fails to protect the already fragile relationship as you say your goodbye's to him a few more arguments and weeks later— i'm sorry for holding you back, samu. make sure to reach your dreams, okay?

i'm sorry. no matter how many times he says it, your fate was already done with him. you only needed him and he couldn't even give you that.

"hey there, stranger. wanna dance for a bit?"

he looks up, blinded by your brightness that almost seemed as if it mocked his sappy mood but he nods nevertheless, taking your hands as you pull him to the dance floor. in his peripheral view, he sees suna give him a wholehearted smile.

"you should stop frowning. it doesn't suit your face you know? what did you do to my lively samu?" you huff after a few minutes of nothing but silence and awkwardness while you swayed side to side with him, pouting when he shrugs, "you're such a gloomy ass! are you still in love with me or something?"

you swear it was supposed to be a joke, something to lighten the air between you two. but how were you supposed to laugh when he replied to you in the way you least expected?

"yeah, actually, i still am."

silence engulfed the two of you as you tried to overcome your shock. and for all the years he has been with you, it was painfully obvious that the answer he hopes for will not come. not now, not ever.

"samu... it's been—"

"i know. almost 8 years, is it? i know but i can't help it, yn. how could i when you're literally all i see everywhere i look?"

you fail to give him back a reply and (un)fortunately, he feels a tap on his shoulder and immediately, he knew it was time. he lets go of your waist and turns around, heart ready to get drowned by the bitter wine he's planning to drink all throughout the night, accompanied by the tears he won't be able to let out until he comes back to his hotel room.

"congratulations on your wedding, yn."

he ignores the hollowness inside him brought about by the unfinished conversation and goes back to his seat and repeats it like a mantra: not all fairytales get their happy ending.

and much to his dismay, his was one of those that don't.

⇢ BOKUTO was a star, luminous and blinding yet always longing to be part of the galaxy that held the awe of many other people. he was a child with dreams that wander all over the world and with confidence, he wants hear it, see that same world cheer for him.

he was an enormous star but his dreams were even bigger— and as he reaches out his hand to take more of what the universe can give him, he unknowingly lets go of yours.

"you look like you've dropped a huge shit on your underwear with the way you're staring down the court," konoha comments as he takes the seat he reserved beside you, hands deep in his pocket while he does so.

you glare at him, scoffing at his vulgar choice of words, "and you look like that shit, asshole. we haven't seen each other for so long and that's how you greet me?"

he laughs out loud, opening his arms and shoving you in them, "here! is this what you wanted instead? so adorable, yn! i knew you loved me at some point!"

you let out a series of groans, struggling to get out of his hold, "no! you're so annoying, get off me!"

he cackles, releasing you as the buzz rings out throughout the whole court, signaling the beginning of the match between msby and schweiden adlers. you shift in your seat, watching the players get introduced one by one, gasping when your ex-boyfriend literally does two cartwheels in his turn. is he... serious?

"where does he think he is... some kind of circus?" konoha snickers, shaking his head in amusement. oddly, you find yourself laughing with your companion. after all, this was typical bokuto, so full of energy and surprises.

"he looks... okay. very much okay," you bitterly state, placing your chin right on your palm as your arms and elbows rested on your lap. envy envelops your whole being as you watch him lively wave to the crowds, a large grin staying on his face. you huff silently, eyes trying to look at the other players but gravity seems to be playing its tricks on you as you find yourself reverting back to his figure. you wonder if time will let you become that happy someday.

"you're not...?" the lad beside you trails off, sighing when you shake your head 'no.'

"of course not yet, aki. it's not that i still love him or anything but he's just... he was everything, you know? he's become part of all my routines and now that he's gone, it... it just feels empty. like the dreams that used to help me sleep at night suddenly went away," he nods, not pushing you to say anything further. you both knew better than to have a shameful breakdown in public.

"god, i keep forgetting that the air conditioning in here is the worst," you grumble under your breath, rubbing your hands together to keep them from freezing out... because bokuto was no longer there to keep them warm, no longer there to offer you his own hands because you both forgot your gloves at home, no longer there to blow on them as if it was effective (it distracted you both at least), no longe—

"here, give me your hand," konoha reaches out to you, palms awaiting for yours to be in contact with his. you blink, surprised by his sudden offer, along with the pink hues that dusted both sides of his cheeks.

"we can't have them becoming numb, can we? i... i want to hold these hands for a very long time, you know?" he stutters as he begins rubbing both of your hands together, successfully getting rid of the cold and providing a new warmth you never expected will come sooner. oh... it's time, huh?

"uhm... yeah... thank you," you felt your face get hot. it seems like something... rather, someone has come to distract from the coldness you've been recently feeling.

"give me your days," he coughs out, still blushing. if anything, he's flushing even more now, "i'll fill the emptiness in them... and... and i can be your dream so you can sleep tight... and you'll be mine."

you gape at him, thousands of scenes flying through your mind but all of them led to one specific scenario.

"i... i have a lot of dreams, yn! i want to become a star player, someone who everyone will look up to and cheer for! and i... i think i want to focu—"

"i get it, bo. i'll get out of your way then. thank you... for everything."

"i-i'll be your dream?"

konoha chokes on his own saliva, "y-yeah! don't make me repeat it though, do you even know how cheesy that sounds? i can't believe i just said that, god... the things you make me do, you...!"

"okay."

it was his turn to blink, "e-eh?"

"i guess this is day one then?"

"eh?! wait... we... we're dating now, right?!"

"shut up now, aki."

as his golden eyes observe the two figures sitting by the stands, bokuto wishes he could've seen sooner that you were the one he had always been dreaming of, yearning for; wishes it could be him that was holding your hands again and he swears to whoever god there is, he won't let go of them anymore.

but then again, it seems like you were finally ready to wander with someone that wasn't him— who was he to stop you from doing so?

he was just a star;

you were the whole universe,

his universe.

© SKIYOOSMI, 2021. reposting, translating, editing, copying and any kind of plagiarism are strictly prohibited, thank you.

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[dreaminpetals]

💐 COMMISSION: fem s/o's wedding with andrew (sfw & nsfw) 💐

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♡ Andrew has always longed to marry somebody. Being a religious man, he's dreamed of filling a church with people who are dear to him as his beloved bride walks down the aisle.

♡ He's only glanced at weddings, an outsider looking in. The brides and grooms having the best nights of their lives made his heart feel fuzzy. Nobody would ever dare to wed him, but the idea was certainly a pleasant one. It helped him sleep. It comforted him when he needed it most. He wanted to look down at his hands and see a ring that reminded him someone out there loves him.

♡ He grew up with not even a penny to his name, so he knows having a luxurious wedding would be completely out of the picture for someone like him. Until he met you.

♡ You helped him get back on his feet and the two of you worked together to save up enough money for a wedding ceremony and reception, along with a honeymoon.

♡ Most honeymoons are spent lazing by the beach, but due to his body being constantly at war with sunlight, you decided to book a trip to a lovely cabin hidden away in the woods, a private place for just the two of you.

♡ He honestly thought you'd end up getting married in Red Church, surrounded by cobwebs and broken glass, but you insisted that you two would find a way to escape the manor and you'd have a proper wedding.

♡ It took months of promises and longing, but the seal keeping everyone trapped in the manor finally snapped and let everybody escape. You took Andrew's hand that day and promised him that a brighter future was upon you.

♡ Your wedding was surprisingly inexpensive. Despite your days in the manor being long gone, many of the survivors stayed in touch with you and were more than willing to help. You don't need to hire a whole team of wedding planners with the survivors by your side.

♡ Michiko and Violetta teamed up to sew you the most gorgeous dress you had ever laid eyes on.

♡ Emma designed your bouquet and enveloped the chapel in beautiful flowers.

♡ Norton prepared your rings using the finest gems he could find.

♡ Margaretha found the most wonderful songs to play and arranged dances.

♡ Vera styled your hair and Fiona did your makeup.

♡ Victor handled the invitations and did a fantastic job. So on and so forth.

♡ You and Andrew were on good terms with almost everyone, so they were all pumped to see how your wedding would play out. It was the greatest team effort they put into anything since the escape of the manor.

♡ You two had lots of practicing to do before the actual wedding. For one, Andrew didn't know table manners. You'd have to lovingly teach him gestures like how to cut his meat and how to do a toast before even daring to eat at the reception.

♡ Dancing together in your rooms was what Andrew enjoyed the most, though. Margie planned several dance routines, so you had triple the practicing to do when it came to dancing.

♡ Andrew was surprisingly agile during fast-paced dances, he loved to twirl you in the air like in a movie and dip you so low you thought you were going to crash into the ground. Each yelp only spurred him to play with you more, drinking up your reactions and getting all giddy because it's you.

♡ As for slow dancing with Mister Kreiss? You're so lucky to say you're familiar with it. He hums along to whatever music you play in the background, and puts so much love into every step or twirl that you feel like your heart might burst. It's agony waiting to dance with him in a suit and dress rather than your pajamas.

♡ You're blown away when you see the wedding venue for the first time. It's pure white with shades of red sprinkled in, the same colours Andrew has hated about himself now repurposed to be something he'd look at fondly for the rest of his life. It was beautiful. Like him.

♡ You noticed a chair with an unfamiliar name on it. When you asked Andrew who it belonged to, he answered that it was for his late mother. She would have loved to come, he said.

♡ He doesn't take the day of the wedding very well. What do you mean he can't see you until the ceremony?! He wants to greet you, kiss you, practice some extra dance moves to be extra sure... he's grumpy while the guys of the manor dress and hype him up.

♡ "Alright, let's do this! THREE CHEERS FOR OUR MAN ANDREW!" William would cheer so loudly the girls would hear it from the other side of the church and burst out into laughter.

♡ Andrew couldn't stop his hands from shaking, though. His lifelong dreams were finally being realized. The love of his life was going to marry him tonight. Willingly. He could barely believe it.

♡ As for you? You're brimming with excitement at the idea of walking down the aisle and shooting an arrow of love straight into Andrew's heart. The girls are envious of you as they powder your face and tighten the seams of your dress.

♡ "I remember when you first met that boy," Michiko would say to you as she styled your dress, beaming at you through the mirror. "You were too shy to even speak to one another... ah, young love."

♡ It took a million checks to make sure you were ready to present yourself to everybody. Your hair, makeup, dress, veil, bouquet... everything had to be absolutely perfect. It was a bit difficult having so many girls look after you, because Tracy's idea of perfect was a little bit different than Michiko's. There was a lot of playful arguing, but you knew they just wanted this day to be flawless for you.

♡ Once the petals were strewn down the halls and the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their appearances, you finally presented yourself.

♡ It took everything in Andrew to not fall to his knees when he saw you. You were angelic, your white dress cascading down your back with a stunning hairstyle he's never seen you in before. Your bouquet was made of all your favourite flowers, and he could see the perfect shade of lipstick beneath your vail. You captured Andrew's heart as he leaned onto Luca's shoulder for support.

♡ Andrew wasn't the only one who had his breath taken away. Practically everyone was gawking at you. It made Andrew feel a little... possessive, seeing everyone's eyes on you. He was going to be marrying you. Not José, not Norton, not Victor but him.

♡ All of his negative feelings disappeared the moment you were in arms reach. He extended an arm to take your hand as you gladly obliged. When he felt the fabric of your dress against his wrist, electricity shot through his body for a second time.

♡ Being able to see Andrew up close was a dream come true. His usual matted hair was thoroughly washed and brushed, it appeared as if José had lent him a hand. His usual flower was still present even as he wore a breathtaking suit. He smelled like cologne and looked so nervous but in love... you couldn't wait to finally kiss your groom.

♡ His hands trembled as he lifted your veil to reveal your features to him. You flashed him a grin and he felt his heart explode. He danced his fingers along your cheeks until they met your shoulders, which he gave an affectionate pat before turning to the priest.

♡ He had Helena help him with his vows. He wanted to blow you away, to use words you didn't think he knew. It took him days to memorize the words of love he was going to bestow upon you. You overheard him talking to himself a few times, but never guessed they were his vows.

♡ He also has some trouble with words of affection. Andrew much prefers to hold you or do favours for you.

♡ "When I first met you, I didn't think I was worthy of love. It's still hard to believe, but... I promise to return to you every affectionate gesture you give to me. I'll love you always and forever, as my angelic wife. I want to grow old with you. I vow to protect you, adore you, and care for you as long as I'm your husband. Our hearts will always be melded together and nothing will ever change that. Thank you for saving me. I love you."

♡ His vows brought some of the survivors to tears. Most of them only knew Andrew as that really quiet guy who hid behind his girlfriend a lot, so to see him spill his heart out for you made the crowd let out a sea of "awwwh"'s.

♡ His face turned scarlet and he almost wanted to run out of the building and hide once he finished speaking. He stumbled over and mispronounced a few words, but you could tell he put his whole heart into it and he meant every word he said.

♡ When he's finally able to kiss you, Andrew dips you low and assaults your entire face with kisses, treading past your lips. He doesn't care about smudging your makeup or embarrassing you, you're finally his wife and he just wants to feel your face after waiting all day to.

♡ The cheers once you become man and wife are astounding. When you tossed the bouquet it was caught by Eli and Gertrude.

♡ Demi helped to bake an enormous cake, one that's almost as tall as you. On top were little toppers meant to look like you and Andrew that you kept as mementos.

♡ The reception was definitely more of a party than the wedding was. Antonio and Margie played music for everyone to dance along to, and a karaoke session was held as well.

♡ Andrew was a little stressed out by how much noise there was, but you reminded him everyone there loved him and he melted. He's not used to all this positive attention.

♡ Your heart burst when he extended an arm and asked you to dance. You had been practicing for so long that when you finally attended the real event, it felt like a dream.

♡ For just a few minutes, nothing existed but Andrew's arms around you and the elegant music brought to you by a live band.

♡ Once all the food is eaten and gifts are exchanged, everyone bids you farewell. The girls cry when they hug you and the guys all pat Andrew on the back, wishing him good luck for... what couples do on their wedding night.

♡ When you two finally arrive home, Andrew is exhausted. He's never been to such a crowded event before, especially one where he's the main focus.

♡ He'd need to lay his head in your lap and relax as he plays with your dress. The fabric felt so pleasing under his fingers. He was so in love with every part of you. He needed to be as close to you as possible after being kept from you, and from being in public with you. He cherished alone time like this.

♡ Once he's rested up, you'd have to unpack all your gifts! Each survivor and hunter gifted you something for your domestic life with Andrew. Matching mugs, blankets, cutlery, paintings... you were drowning in presents.

♡ It took an hour, but you finally unwrapped and stored everything away.

♡ Which leads to...

NSFW ;;

♡ You and Andrew have had sex before. Maaany times. He views it as making up for lost time, it helps with his insecurities, and he enjoys making you feel good. Andrew will do everything in his power to make sure the lovemaking on your wedding night is nothing short of magical.

♡ When you're settled at home and can't think of any more chores to do, Andrew is more anxious than he's ever been. His face is red in a furious blush and he's barely able to muster a sentence as he stands stiffly, lustful eyes on you.

♡ He knows what couples are meant to do on their wedding nights, and he's so excited to make your wishes come true, but this poor boy has no idea how to initiate things. Whenever you make love, it's because he's visibly horny but too anxious to say anything so you take care of him.

♡ You approached your husband, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you stared up into his eyes. He didn't look at you or respond to your inquiry of whether he's okay or not. The growing tent in his pants spoke for itself.

♡ Your eyes widened when you felt his erection brush against your thigh. He could tell that you felt his arousal ー because he hoisted you up bridal style and pressed an openmouthed kiss to your lips. He was going to take you, and he was going to do it right.

♡ His sudden burst of confidence lead to him carrying you to your bedroom, and he gave you another kiss before gently placing you down on the bed.

♡ Andrew wouldn't know what to do next. He wants you eat you out for hours but... your dress is in the way. And he doesn't feel like taking it off just yet. No, he wants to take his sweet time with you. It's your wedding night, after all.

♡ His solution? Dry humping. He's always adored being able to rut against you like a wild animal, and getting to do so in your elegant wedding gear has him rearing to go. He doesn't want to soil your gown, no, he just wants to do something absolutely filthy in attire that's meant to be for a ceremony all about you.

♡ He would spread your legs as far as they possibly could go in your dress. When he hikes your dress up to your lower stomach and finally sees the sweet dessert laid out just for him, he's bucking his hips into the cold air for any sense of relief.

♡ He'd press his clothed cock against your panties and see stars. His lovely wife was so close to him but so far... he wasn't sure how long he could last like this.

♡ Andrew ground against you in a frenzy, arms snaking around your back as his face nestled itself in the crook of your neck, sucking sweet little kisses onto the flesh. He groaned when he rubbed against you just right, aiming to hit the same spots over and over again.

♡ He wouldn't let your needs go unnoticed. Andrew would angle himself to rub against your clit, and he'd pay special attention to your neck as he desperately got himself off with your body.

♡ The low groan that escaped from his lips as he came into his boxers went straight to between your legs. As he rode out his high, he'd push your panties aside and finish you off with his fingers before pulling away. Something about cumming before even getting his clothes off made him growl with need. And it made him desire you even more than he already did; skin to skin this time.

♡ Andrew asked you to undress him. You felt him shudder underneath you as you removed his suit and got him out of his pants. Stripping him reminded you that beneath all the cologne and hair gel, it was still your Andrew. His scarred body yearned for yours and you were more than happy to press a chaste kiss to his chest once he was undressed, your way of telling him you loved him.

♡ Your husband would ask you to sit in his lap, right on top of his aching boner just begging to be touched, and grind against it as he undid the several seams on your back.

♡ Andrew loves mirrors. He doesn't like seeing himself in them, but you? He could watch you be undressed through a mirror all day long. He thinks his hands look good when they're unbuttoning the fabric keeping him from you.

♡ You looked so radiant that Andrew would need to fuck you in front of a mirror just to truly see you.

♡ He would take his sweet time with you, for every untied string he would thrust up to grind against your clothed pussy and nibble your shoulders. Hearing you mewl in his lap causes his hands to fumble as he undresses you. He wondered just how someone could be so cute every time a moan is pulled from your throat.

♡ Andrew felt a little dejected once your dress was ready to come off. He would miss seeing you in it.

♡ ...Those feelings didn't last long, though. The moment he laid eyes on your bare body he was surging with confidence and hunger.

♡ "You look so ravishing... my... my wife..." he muttered, mostly to himself. It appeared he was still in disbelief that you were a wedded couple. Throughout the night he'd periodically mumble to himself that you were his wife, or he'd call you Mrs Kreiss. It had a lovely ring to it.

♡ Andrew wants ー no, needs ー to taste you after being away from you for so long. He would eat you out like a man starved.

♡ Positioning his face between your thighs, Andrew licked a sloppy stripe up your pussy, stopping right below your clit. Then he'd lick back down, avoiding the place where you needed him most. Your frustrated groans earned a soft chuckle from Andrew. He wanted to draw this out... he was in a playful mood.

♡ He massaged your thighs as he teased your folds, finally pulling away to ask you the question that would be the death of you. "Tell me what you want, my... wife..." his voice dropped in volume when he reached your title. He didn't care in that moment how cheesy it sounded, this was the ultimate night to be sappy with his angel.

♡ "Enough teasing, Andrew, please... eat me out," you'd weep through gritted teeth as your husband nibbled your thighs and nodded his head in response your pleas.

♡ Now that he's gotten you riled up for him (he wants to feel needed), he's not holding back. Andrew is the king of being unintentionally rough. He'd leave your core battered from how deep his licks are and how his chin smacks against your soft flesh.

♡ The moment Andrew feels you contract and twitch around him, he's slipping a wet finger into your walls to torture you further. He won't stop his ministrations even as you cum hard around him.

♡ He's extra passionate for your wedding night which translates into him not giving you a break. He doesn't want to pull away from your pussy, he wants to keep his head burrowed between your legs for as long as he possibly can. His tongue is going to commit every inch of you to memory tonight.

♡ If you really want to make this night worth your while, tackle Andrew once you feel overwhelmed and turn the tables on him.

♡ He loves when you take control and take him by surprise. One minute he was devouring you, and the next you've pushed his back against the headrest and you're lowering your head dangerously close to his cock.

♡ He wants you to feel good even as you suck him off, so Andrew will finger you while your lips are wrapped around his dick. He'll angle himself so the palm of his hand rubs against your sensitive nub. It drives him wild how sloppy your strokes and licks are when you're on the verge of cumming.

♡ He'd prefer to cum in your mouth. It's an intimate night, he doesn't want you to be completely covered in his seed just yet. He'd rather save that for the honeymoon.

♡ Chest heaving against your back, Andrew's next move is to pull you into his lap again. Remember how much he loves mirrors? He'll seat you right on his cock and direct your face with his hands to look right into the mirror across from your bed.

♡ "My wife," he'd murmur into your shoulder before snapping his hips into yours.

♡ Having Andrew's mouth so close to your ears means you'll get to hear every gasp and purr that he emits. And he makes a lot of quiet noises he tries to hide.

♡ Andrew made sure to cup a hand around your breasts and kiss your neck & lips as well. He wants to surround you. He wants all of your senses to be overtaken by him until you can't function.

♡ He would whisper praise into your ear, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you feel around him. It's not like him to be this bold and dominant but you're loving it.

♡ Andrew asked to cum inside you that night. When he finally reached his climax, he lifted you up so he could admire the string of cum connecting the husband to his wife. He was addicted to the sight and made sure to capture it in his memories for as long as he could.

♡ After several more rounds of rough licks and hard thrusts, Andrew would want something more soft and classic with you.

♡ Gently lowering you onto the mattress, Andrew would hover over you and press a tender kiss to your lips. With one long thrust, he'd fill you right up and stay like that, your hands connecting.

♡ His thrusts would be slow and sensual, making love to you rather than just fucking you. Don't be surprised if you feel hot tears drop onto your shoulders. This is one of the most sentimental moments of Andrew's whole life.

♡ Your tongues would dance as your lips locked in an intense kiss, you can tell how desperately he's trying to last and make this feel good for you.

♡ Andrew quickly repositioned himself to hit that spot inside of you. He's committed the location to memory, and wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't relentlessly batter it tonight.

♡ Your sudden gasps caused his thrusts to grow frantic, his hot breath fanning onto your neck as he plowed you into the mattress.

♡ You could feel his smirk on your skin when you began to pulse around him.

♡ "Good girl..." he would purr, rubbing circles on the back of your hand as you rode out your high. Hearing your cries of pure ecstasy pushed Andrew over the edge, and he emptied himself into you. You had never felt so stuffed before.

♡ Once you've decided you had enough, Andrew's entire demeanour changes. Before, he was determined to push your limits and hear your cries, while now he's insisting that you take a bath. He feels awful that he ruined your hair and makeup, plus you're littered with hickeys and your thighs are stained with seed... he doesn't know that you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Harry Takes Care of His Sick Daughter in the Middle of the Night

This story contains: vomit, crying, comfort

{ dad!harry - husband!harry - Reader is pregnant }

Edited on: 8/14/21

Your daughter comes waking you and Harry up in the middle of the night due to a stomach ache, and your husband Harry insist on taking care of her while you stay in bed and get needed rest.

You and Harry were asleep in your king sized bed when you suddenly heard your bedroom door being opened. You sit upright to see your little d/n standing there with her teddy bear in her arms.

"Mummy, daddy, I don't feel so good." d/n says in a whimpered tone.

Harry sits up, realizing d/n is in the room. He turns on the lamp beside the bed to view your distressed daughter better.

"What's wrong sweetie?" you ask d/n.

"My tummy hurts." d/n replies back softly, with a quivering lip.

You go to get up but Harry quickly stops you. "Y/n, I'll tend to d/n love. Just lay back down and get rest. I don't want you to hurt the baby."

You do as you're told and lay back down on the soft bed, while Harry slips out the covers and goes to see take care of d/n.

HARRYS POV-

I stand from the bed and walk over to where d/n is standing and immediately stop in my tracks as she leans over and pukes on the floor. "SHIT!" I yelped, taken by surprise. I walk behind her fragile body and hold her brown curls away from her face so no vomit gets in her locks.

"Shhhh, it's okay my love. Let it out." I coo to d/n softly.

Truthfully, I didn't want her to keep puking on the floor, but I couldn't just pick her up mid stream and take her into the bathroom, so I had to let her finish.

"Is she alright Harry?" y/n asks from the bed.

"She will be darling. Don't worry about her. I'll take good care of d/n." I reply back to my pregnant wife, then turn my attention back to our sick daughter.

"Are you finished d/n?" I question softly.

D/n just starts bawling her eyes out and hugs her tummy.

"It hurts daddy!" she cries out.

"Shhhh love. Here, lets go to the bathroom yeah?!"

I pick d/n's small body into my arms and she buries her tiny head into my neck. I rub my hand over her clammy back to calm her down a bit. D/n has barley gotten sick since she was a baby, so this whole experience is probably scary for her.

We make it into the bathroom and I set her in front of the toilet, while holding her in my lap. I reach up on the bathroom counter and grab an elastic band to put d/n's hair into a bun so it's not getting in her way. Once I've done that, I just try and comfort her as best as possible.

"Does your tummy still feel sick baby?" I ask our sick daughter.

All she does is nod her head weakly. Her tiny body is shaking in my lap and my heart is breaking for her. I hate seeing d/n so sick and vulnerable. Suddenly, she lets out a sickly burp and I raise her body up slightly so she's leaning over the toilet bowl properly. D/n dry heaves until her face nearly turns blue. Then she throws up into the once clean water, little whimpers coming from her at the same time.

"That's it. Let it out and your tummy will feel so much better." I whisper behind her.

"I don't like this daddy. I feel yucky." d/n cries.

"I know baby but you're almost done love." I reassure her.

When d/n's done throwing up into the toilet, she turns around on my lap and hugs me tightly. Tears streaming down her face. I can feel my own eyes start to water from the sadness I feel for her. We sit like this for a few minutes until I decide I should clean her up and help her back to bed. It was in the middle of the night after.

"Come on d/n. Let's get you all cleaned up and back into bed." I say in a cheerful voice, trying to lighten the mood and make her feel better.

"Can I sleep with you daddy?" d/n asks.

Normally we don't let d/n sleep with us because we don't want it to become a habit, but she' sick right now and needs comfort. But I also don't want to keep y/n up through-out the night, so I guess me and d/n can sleep on the couch.

"Sure, but I don't want to keep mummy up so me and you can sleep on the couch." I tell her.

I set d/n on the bathroom counter and grab a washcloth to wipe her vomit covered face with. Then I take all of her pajamas off, not including her panties, so if she gets sick again we won't be ruining more clothes. Then we make our way out of the bathroom and I set d/n on the bed for a minute while I go clean the puke off the floor. A dad's gotta do what a dad's gotta do.

"Sit right here love. Daddies going to clean up your sick off the floor. Then I'll take us down to the movie room couch to sleep." I tell our five year old.

"Do you feel better d/n?" y/n asks, clearly still awake from probably worrying about our sick daughter.

"A little bit mummy. Daddy is taking good care of me." she replies a little more up beat than she had been speaking.

"I bet he is baby." my wife responds.

When I finish cleaning the sick puddle off the floor, I walk back over to where d/n is on the bed and say, "Come ere' d/n. Lets head down to the couch",  while picking d/n back into my arms.

"Y/n, me and d/n are going to sleep on the couch so we don't bother you. Call me if you need anything." I turn to speak to my wife.

"Okay. Just take care of our baby Harry." she commands me in a stern but caring tone.

"Of course y/n. Wouldn't let anything happen to our love" I reply, bending down to peck her lips, and then hold d/n to my chest as we exit the bedroom.

Then while carrying d/n in my arms, we head down stairs to our movie room where our bigger and more comfier couch is located. I grab us a few blanks and a bucket in case d/n feels sick again.

"Daddy, I'm thirsty." d/n mumbles in my neck.

"What would you like love?" I question her.

"Milk." she says hopeful.

"I'm sorry d/n, but milk will make your tummy feel more sick right now. How about some juice?" I recommend.

"Okay." she says in her small voice.

"Can you stay right here while daddy goes and gets it for you?" referring to the couch we're standing in front of.

"No daddy, I want you!" d/n pleads while hugging her small body around me tightly.

"Fine. You can come with me." I tell her, never being able to say no to d/n.

I poured d/n some juice in her princess cup and we head back into the movie room.

"D/n, take small sips so you don't make your tummy hurt okay?!" I tell our daughter.

D/n took small sips of her juice and I laid her her tiny body on top of my bare chest, with her head on my shoulder. I covered us with a warm throw blankets, and then I started rubbing soothing circles along her bare back, whispering sweet nothings in her ear until she fell asleep in my arms. Then I dozed off as well when I realized she was safe and fully asleep.

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