#aria's fine ass

[vagueshape]

I love being a vocalist but man... french.... not pleasant for my little dyslexic brain

#im learning faure's lydia and it is SO PRETTY but oh god im being reminded why i hate singing in french #like once i know the words im fine but trying to read them when i dont really inow the music sucks ass #good thing the song is simple bc otherwise id be so fucked #but tbh compared to arias like les oiseaux dans la charmille its a walk in the park

[presleyanswrites]

Hey I got a request for jj

That jj is a single dad to a baby girl and he is to scared to hold because he will think he will drop her and John b everyday will try and get jj to hold her then one day jj was holding her on his chest then he takes her everywhere With him hope that make sense

Koala Care

dad!jj x fem!reader x daughter

a/n ahh this is so cutie! thank you for the request anon, love you bunches!

desc JJ holds his baby girl for the first time

wc 1.2k

warnings cursing, grammar, fluff

"Peaches?" JJ comes in through the back door of the chateau, carefully shutting it behind him as he walks through the kitchen to set down a box full of baby supplies.

The usual. Diapers, baby food, her favorite yogurt melts, more of his old band & surf t-shirts to wrap her up in.

He notices Aria crying her eyes out behind him in between the white rails of her bed. he must have forgotten to change her when he left. He also noticed it was pissing off John B who was trying to work on something probably useless and he caught the hint that he's been listening to her cry for at least an hour.

"Shit," he mutters, messing with his backwards hat as he turns his attention away from Aria for a split second to glance at John B. Turns out he was fixing a cooler for the boat.

"Bro." he goes over to him, kicking him in the leg slightly, "You seen Y/n? I really need her help knowing what measurements of tit milk I'm supposed to feed mini me."

John B rolls his eyes to the ceiling as he screws in the side of the cooler handle.

"First of all," he says through a gritted tone from a bolt in between his teeth.

"You gotta stop with the teenage boy, language wording shit."

He spits out the bolt and screws another nail into the bottom.

"You're like a dad now. Its your dick and your daughter, buddy. You really want your kid to go around saying, tit milk?"

JJ tuts. "Bro she cant even talk yet. Plus, I don't remember half the shit i said as a fucking baby. Maybe thats cause my dad probably beat the shit out of me where I like- lost half my cells, but i ain't changing. Plus, daddy will raise her to be the best hooker of man kind. Shes a Pogue, shes not gonna be a goody two shoes if my life depends on it."

John B turns his head around and gives him a look.

"Jesus Christ JJ, did anything click when your girlfriend popped a living thing out of her ass?" He purses his lips.

JJ points his lips downwards and shrugs.

"Or are you always gonna be known as the dad who raised a stripper?" John B rolls his eyes again, taking a weird clear plate out of his box, "Y/n is a doctor for fucks sake, she's the only hope for raising her I swear to God."

John B shakes his head, "I've told you everyday now. You haven't even held her yet."

JJ grips his hat, "Thats because im gonna drop the kid!"

John b slaps his forehead.

"You're litterally her DAD, JJ! Y/n popped a baby out of her kitty sack and you seriously didnt even touch her the day she was born." John B raises his eyebrows. "Do you remember that? Y/n cried in Kie's room FOR AN HOUR thinking you didnt want the kid!"

JJ opens his mouth to respond then stops.

"Whatever. Go back to fixing your cold box and shit," He turns his back to walk away.

John B changes the tip on his screwdriver, "You're gonna have to hold your own ass daughter eventually, dude."

"I hope you screw a nail in your dick!" JJ calls out and tuts again, mumbling under his breath, "teaching me how to handle my own kid..."

"im the one fixing this goddamn cooler so you can drink your shit ass blue moon chilled!" John b yells back, JJ opening the door and slamming it shut to try and find you again.

"y/nnnn," he groans, calling out your name, finding you sitting on the steps outside.

He kneels down and wraps his big arms around you, kissing the side of your head gently.

"Hi baby," he mutters, "How was work?"

you felt your head pulsating before forcing yourself to give a response.

"Hmmm fine. it was busy."

"Yeah?" he strokes your head, "Real quick."

You sigh slightly, "Hmm?"

"how much ti-" He stops, and clears his throat.

"How much milk do I need to feed Ari?" He says in a soft voice, knowing you had a blaring headache from your shift.

You exhale, leaning your arms on your knees.

"theres about 7 oz in the fridge."

He nods, "thank you sweets," he kisses your hair one last time before leaving you in peace to rest your mind.

He goes back inside the chateau, opening the fridge and taking out the bottle, reaching over Aria's crib and putting the tip to her mouth.

"there we are, sweet girl.." he holds the back of her head while she drinks gently, her cries settling down.

After Aria is finished, he stares at her for a moment.

Why was it so hard for him to hold his own daughter? He feels a wave of guilt floods over his spine.

He reaches his hands out, then stops.

"God damnit," He sighs.

"Okay." He stares at Aria one more time. "3, 2.."

"Fuck this."

He picks Aria up gently in his arms, his heart jumping as he does so.

"Holy shit," he breathes. "Oh my God."

He holds her to his chest, making sure to support her back, something he learned in a parenting book he found online as he feels his soul melt in his stomach.

"There we go," he coos softly, rocking her up and down gently.

"Hi love." he holds her up to look in her eyes with the biggest grin on his face.

"You have your mommas eyes, don't you?"

It's like he fell in love with you all over again. Just this time, it was a baby. And it was his baby.

He holds her to him again, hearing you opening the screen door to come back inside the chateau as he looks at you with the stupidest smile on his face.

"JJ.." you breathe, a grin full of your white perfect teeth filling the room as you jog over to him.

You rub his arm gently as you stare at Aria in JJ's arms.

"im so glad." You said, tears slightly filling the bottom of your eyes as your breath catches in your throat.

"She has your eyes," He repeats the observation he made earlier.

You nod with a sniffle, chuckling slightly.

"She has your lips."

JJ presses another soft kiss into the side of your neck.

A few days later, you noticed that JJ dorkily bought one of those baby carrier things to attach to your chest, and you had to admit it was pretty cute seeing Aria giggle with him, taking her everywhere he went.

John B was relieved her finally built up the balls to hold his kid, and if you were honest, you were relieved too.

Kiara bullied him everyday for taking Aria with him everywhere because the baby holder he chose was literally hot pink. Really hot pink.

He was so happy everyday. To be the dad that he never had. The one he had prayed and wished for everyday as a kid.

JJ was such a tough guy, tough face, tough love, tough soul.

but I guess not when it came to you and Aria. You and her were his new world and there was nothing in the entire universe that could take that away from him.

☆ divider & gif credits to @viixcyre @baby-bearie

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[zayndrivesmeinvain]

The One That Got Away - Part 3

A.N. - Part 3 is finally here! I apologize for the delayed upload but unfortunately work and life got in the way of things but I'm hoping to create a consistent posting schedule soon!

Pairing: Single Dad Harry Styles

Summary: Alena finallys gets a night out on the town with her friends, but will it go as planned or will surprises and feelings arise?

Word Count: 3.1K

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Alena 

- 

“Fine, I’ll come.” my phone has been buzzing non stop. 

This weekend's one of the first weekends that I am going out in a long time. I typically use my weekends to catch up on chores or run errands since Harry typically has Aria for the weekends, but this weekend my friend’s convinced me to come out with them and have a girls weekend. We’ve all been preoccupied with life and what better way they thought to come together and go out and have some fun. 

I’m not much of a partier if I do say so myself, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t indulge in it ever - back when I was younger, the weekend parties were something I looked forward to - the drinking, the music, the friends, the games, the angst - EVERYTHING. However, that was short lived because by the time I was just at that age to drink and do things legally, I was blessed with my baby girl and responsibilities and motherhood took precedence over the weekend parties. 

“Yay! Alena’s hitting the town.” My friend Molly was on the other end of the Facetime call laying on her bed with a face mask on. 

“Ugh, I don’t even know what to wear though - I’m sure anything I have probably doesn’t fit anyways.” I was rummaging through my closet which is 90% of lounge wear, 10% of business casual clothes in which I recycle once a week to wear to work. “I don’t even own half of my wardrobe before Aria, Mol.” my voice probably sounded defeated but I am trying to stay hopeful for my friend because I know she’s looking forward to this outing of ours. 

“Lena, come on! You have to have something hot and flirty in that closet of yours - I know you do!” Molly’s a long-time friend of mine - she’s been around through the thick & thin of mine, however, our lives are the complete opposite end of the spectrum. Where I am on mommy duty 90% of the time, she is out free and living her life. She is a radiologist at our local hospital and due to her schedule, she has just enough time and energy to have a great balance of work and play. I truly believe that she is the one that keeps me young. 

“Do you think leggings and a baggy sweat-shirt are acceptable for dinner and bar and club hopping?” I flashy a cheek smile across my Facetime screen and Molly gives me the biggest eye-roll. “Lena, if you’re not at least wearing something that’s tight tonight, I am going to beat your ass sensely.” Molly makes her way to her bathroom and takes her phone with her. “Lena, stop acting like a mom for once and be free - shake your ass and show your tits off! Maybe even make-out with a guy - honestly when was even the last time you got fucked?” Molly places her phone down just in time for me to flash her my middle finger. 

“ Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know getting fucked was supposed to be on the agenda while also picking my daughter up from school, providing for her and basically making sure she doesn’t die.” I shut my closet door and make my way to my kitchen because I’m starting to get a little hungry and a snack doesn’t sound too bad right now. 

“Lena, I love you but step out of the mom role, even for one night - you are still allowed to have your own personality and be your own person, I promise you, you going out for one night will not make Aria love you any less. Plus, who doesn’t love a sexy milf.” Molly has a way with words, that’s for sure. 

“Plus, word around town is that your baby daddy has been seeing someone. Don’t you think it’s time for maybe you to get out there a little bit and meet a few people that could even be remotely interested in you?” Molly’s words sting a little, but I’m not sure if it's because she brings up Harry seeing some or if it’s because it's the “word around town” and I feel somewhat protective of his privacy and his business because he’s the father of my child.

“Yeah, I already knew that.” I take a bite of my toast. “He asked me the other day if it’s okay to introduce Aria to her - from the sounds of it they seem to be getting serious. I’ve been talking to Anne a little bit and she tells me that he seems to be happy and gets this - he hasn’t been seeing anyone else.” 

“I’m sorry - you’re telling me that he asked for your permission to introduce Aria to his girlfriend and you agreed?” Molly seems to be severely taken back, her face  expression if not her tone says it all. 

“Yeahhh… why wouldn’t I be? He is Aria’s father and I am trusting his judgment, so if he thinks it was the right call - then it was the right call - point, blank, period.”  

Truth is, it did and still does bother me that he wants to introduce Aria to someone he is seeing. What if she likes her better than me? What if she grows attached to her? What if she starts calling her mom down the line? The thought of Aria calling someone else mom makes my stomach queasy, however, I can’t worry about the “what ifs” and just hope and pray that she isn’t mean to my baby girl. 

Harry’s and I’s relationship is complex, on the one hand I want him to be happy and find someone but on the other hand I want someone to hurt him the way he hurt me so he can truly understand what it feels like to put your absolute all into someone, just for them to take - stomp on it and give it back to you in bits and pieces and I truly believe if it weren’t for Aria, I would have stopped all communication with Harry Styles years ago.

-

The rest of my day consisted of cleaning up my house, working on organizing and cleaning out my fridge and finally deciding on outfit for later on tonight. I even had some time to get a home-work out in. I guess just subconsciously knowing that I am going to be wearing something tight tonight makes me feel as though an hour work-out is going to give me my pre-baby body back but I know it's just a ploy to make myself feel better. 

While rummaging through my closet I was able to find a tight body-con midi dress that I wore once and apparently still fits - however, when I say this dress is tight - it is tight. The last time I had worn this dress was right when I was just about 3 months pregnant with Aria and I had more than enough room in this dress to hide my little bump, but now, I am fuller in places I wasn’t before. For starters, my breast feel as though they are up to my chin at the moment and my ass has probably doubled in size since I last wore this dress, but this dress seems to be the best and if not only option I have that can be worn tonight because Molly made it very clear that I was not to dress for comfort tonight. 

- 

“Alena, holy fuck you look hot.” I have just arrived at Molly’s apartment where our other two friends are as well. Molly is dressed in a cute spaghetti strap mini dress and has paired it with sparkly pumps, my feet just hurt looking at the height of them. 

“You don’t have to exaggerate Mol, I’m still coming out with you.” a chuckle escapes my lips as I make my way into Molly's apartment. I know her reaction was genuine but I also am not privy to the fact that she’s trying to boost my confidence a bit as well. 

“Oh I know you’re still coming out - I would actually drag you out of your house if you tried pulling a fast one on me!” Mol’s slightly intoxicated but her genuine personality and sassy attitude is still peaking through which I absolutely adore her. 

My other two friends Vanessa and Maria are just right around the corner making some cocktails as I make my way further through Molly’s apartment. It’s a beautiful apartment, two beds, two baths with a spacious open floor plan and a beautiful view of the city skyline. Her apartment is decorated mostly with whites and grays with a hint of pink throughout used as her accent color which matches with her personality graciously, she's one of the girliest of girls there is. 

-

The four of us mingle for about another hour as we get a few cocktails in and catch up on life before the actual night begins. Throughout the last hour, the biggest thing I have realized is that all of our lives are so different but the biggest difference between my friends is that I am a parent and they are not. Where they worry about whether or not they will be able to get up in the morning because they stayed out all night and drank - I have to worry about whether or not my daughter has everything prepared for school the next day on top of getting myself ready for work. By no means is this a complaint, but it does make me wonder what my life would be like if I was just out on my own? What if I too didn’t have another human to be responsible for? 

-

The night was definitely still young - but the night life was out. We’ve been waiting in life to get into the first club and we’re just now getting close to the front. The night was warm but definitely had a beautiful breeze which made the wait outside to get in not so bad. My three friends and I are slightly tipsy from the few shots that we had back at Molly’s place and right as we got dropped off by the Uber we shared a blunt - you could say I was high on life right now and just riding the wave. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and it was a text from Harry. He sent me a snapshot of Aria sleeping in her bed at his house in Anne’s arms. I replied back with a little red heart and slipped my phone back in my purse. I promised myself that tonight I was not worrying about anyone else but myself - it’s time for me to be a bit selfish for once. 

“ Hey there pretty lady, can I see your ID please?” 

I pull my I.D. to show to the bouncer and he gives me a quick nod informing me that I was able to go in. He was a tall man with a broad build and dark features, he was pretty sexy if I do say so myself. He was filled with tattoos from the neck down it seems like which is such a turn on. I hope I get to see him later on tonight. 

“ Okay ladies, let the night begin!” We interlock hands and make our way into the nightlife - I feel like a teenager all over again, just me and my girls and no worries in the world, no responsibilities, no care! 

The night club is gorgeous, it definitely one of the more popular clubs in our area, and what is even better is that all the people here seem to be around our age or even slightly a bit older, many eligible bachelors seem to be out on the town as well. 

“Let’s grab drinks!” I yell out at my friends as the music is beyond loud and has the club thumping. 

We make our way over to the bar and we spot an opening close toward the end of the bar, where it seems to be empty. We make our way over there and take a seat, waving over to the bartender signaling that we would like to order. 

She’s a petite girl, with gorgeous blue eyes and short blonde hair that hits just at her shoulders. 

“What can I get you to drink, babes?” 

“Can my friends and I get a round of tequila shots please?” she flashes me a quick smile and a nod, a minute or two later she brings the shots over to us but mentions that they were paid for. Before I can even ask who, I spot the bouncer from the door staring in my direction. 

“Ouu, looks like someone is interested in you, Lena.” 

“He probably does that to a lot of girls, I’ll thank him later.” I wanted to play it cool but the simple gesture has me melting inside a bit. 

-

The night was absolute perfection, the music was perfect and our bodies were moving - I truly haven’t had this much fun in such a long time. My feet were starting to hurt but I was not stopping anytime soon - my friends and I were truly enjoying ourselves. Molly has run off to the corner of the club with some guy that came up to her to dance - he’s a nice looking guy, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. From what I could gather, his name’s Alex and he’s in finance. He seems enough from what I can tell but I wasn’t going to become too invested in learning too much about him, because from what I can tell - this will be a quick hook-up and probably won’t proceed for much more after the night. 

Vanessa, Maria and I make our way over to the bar again for another round of drinks when I feel a hand grip my shoulder. 

“ I wanted to formally introduce myself - my name’s Tommy.” the same bouncer who asked for my I.D. as well as the one who paid for our first round of drinks came up to introduce himself. His smile was cheeky but inviting, seeing him up close again definitely has my stomach in a knot. 

“And I wanted to formally thank you for the drinks, I’m Alena.” I put my hand out for him to shake it, and his grip is stronger than I could have ever imagined. 

“ A pretty name for a pretty girl - would you like to take a seat? I have about a 30 minute break before I have to get back to my shift.” 

“I think I could spare 30 minutes of my time.” I look over to my friends and they are both giving me a nod of approval, I can not wait to tell Molly about this later. 

Tommy leads me away from the bar, to a more secluded and a bit quieter section of the club. The seats back here seem to be more for dining, but the atmosphere and aesthetic isn't much different than the main area. It looks like he had some food pre-ordered and delivered to the table back here. The table has a single lit candle on it with two drinks, an cheese burger cut in a half with a side of fries, and a side order of onion rings. 

“Do you bring all of your muses back here?” I take a seat at the booth and Tommy sits across from me. He’s even more handsome under this light. 

“No, just the pretty one that caught my eyes tonight.” His smile makes him even more likable. 

“Oh, is that so? When will she be joining us?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he was taking a sip of his drink. 

“ A girl with a sense of humor, I like it.” 

I was feeling a bit proud of myself - I don’t normally get this social with a guy after just meeting him, but I think the alcohol is still lingering in my body and I am feeling good tonight. I feel confident, sexy and empowered and no one can take that away from me. The conversations are light, mostly just fun-facts about ourselves and how we occupy our time when we aren’t here on a random Saturday night. I find out that he works as a fire-fighter and works here to fill his time and his weekends and he gets a more steady schedule. From what I can gather from our 30-minute conversation, and quick dinner, he seems like a genuine guy that I would be intrigued in getting to know, however, I am still going to be very cautious in getting to know him. We have similar interests in music and movies and we both seem to be more introverted than anything, even though he works at a nightclub. 

“Unfortunately, my break time is now just over and I have to move upstairs to the lounge for the second half of my shift, but I’d like to take you out on a proper date sometime if that's okay?” The thought of going out on a proper date makes my heart skip a beat, but he can’t know that just yet. 

“Yeah, I’d like that, Tommy.” I ask for his phone and place my number in it, and save it as “Alena” as that is my name, but it’s up to him if he would like to change it to something else later on. 

As Tommy walks me back into the main area of the club before he goes off to the second part of his shift, he looks down and leaves a kiss on my lips. It wasn’t the most romantic kiss I've ever had but it definitely left a mark. 

“I’ll see you later, pretty girl.” 

- 

When walking back into the main area of the club, I was not expecting to see who I was currently staring at. There he was, 6 foot tall stature, curly brown hair and emerald green eyes - they looked sad. However, I couldn’t focus on that because if he was here, then where is our daughter? 

“Harry, where the hell is Aria?”

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[shurislover]

All Of Me

Letitia Wright x Black Fem Reader

Baby Mama Drama Part 2

idk how many words but this is kinda long

Summary

- It’s been 2 years since Letitia’s big turn around. She has been in Aria’s life ever since , she’s gained your trust and love back. She non stop shows you and Aria love in the media anytime someone asks. This is the Letitia you’ve loved from the start and you were glad to have her back.

“ Babyyyyyyyyy wake up I have a surprise planned for you “- Letitia laughs as she shakes you awake

“ I don’t want to get out of bed, and quiet down I don’t want Aria waking up , we trynna take our naps“ - You groaned

“ Aria isn���t here , I dropped her off at my mothers house. She’s staying the night because I have something special for you. “ - Letitia smiled

During these 2 years Letitia changed drastically. She was there for you and Aria 24/7 , her anger issues were pretty much non existent, She was 2 years sober from drinking. She cut off every person she’s slept with expect Eva because they started off best friends and you loved Eva she was a great Godmother to Aria.

You groaned

“ Alright alright fine , let me go shower. What am i wearing today ?” - You asked

“Something sexy”- Letitia smirked

You jokingly rolled your eyes and gave Letitia a quick kiss on the lips and walked into the bathroom.

——

You finally finished blow drying your curly hair and was satisfied with the way you looked

You decided on wearing a gold dress with shoes to match

“ Mmm you look so good I could kiss you “- Letitia smirked

“ So do it “ - You teased

Letitia softly grabbed you by the chin and pulled you closer, your lips connected to hers like a magnet. At this moment nothing else mattered.

Her hands slid down from your face

to your arms

to your waist

This kiss felt like you guys were in Heaven. You were so weak in the knees for this woman. You craved her 24/7.

Her hands then slid down to your ass as she softly grabbed you.

You could help but moan in her mouth.

At this point y’all have been kissing for a few minutes and your lungs couldn’t take not having air anymore, so you gently pushed her away and licked your lips

“ Let’s go before we end up not going anywhere & I end up eating you out on this couch “ - You winked

“ I mean I wouldn’t stop you “ - Letitia grabbed you hand and guided you towards the couch

“ Nope we are going. I need to know what you have planned, I got woken up out my nap for this” - You giggled

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Letitia surprised you by taking you to a restaurant, but not just any restaurant it’s the exact restaurant she asked you to be her girlfriend for the first time.

She had gotten a private and secluded part of the restaurant so we could have less distractions from others.

She had set up the tables with your favorite flowers ( sunflowers ) , rose petals sprawled all over the floor and your favorite R&B playlist playing in the background.

“ I’m so lucky to have you. “ - You broke the comfortable silence

“ Actually i’m lucky to have you. I appreciate you so much y/n and i’m very grateful you gave me another chance to redeem myself. Im so lucky to have Aria too, that girl is my whole world and i’m grateful I can be there for her every moment“ - Letitia smiled

The moment she brought up Aria , it made you think about a question that’s been on your mind for a couple months.

Honestly you were ready for another baby. You and Letitia have spoken about it but the conversation just drifted off into another conversation. You knew Letitia wanted another baby but didn’t know when.

“ Hey pretty mama. Whatcha thinking about ?”- Letitia asked as she sipped her sparkling water

Before your brian could think of a lie you blurted out

“ Another baby”

Letitia choked on her water

“ Woah , I was not expecting that answer “ - she smiled

“ Do you not want another baby ?” - you questioned

“ I definitely want another baby. The other day i watched you hold your best friends baby and couldn’t help but imagine you with another one. Just thinking about Aria and you with a baby on your hip waiting for me to come home .”- Letitia sighed

“ Let’s go make a baby then ?”- You shrugged

“ You’re so bold today, maybe later I have the surprise to give you but first let me use the restroom. - Letitia jumped up and jogged out the room.

You sat and admired the flowers for a bit wondering what’s taking her so long to pee.

Before you could continue your thoughts the lights automatically dim.

“ Um ? Tish ?” - You stood up confused

Cause all of me loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Then your all time favorite song starts playing.

All of Me by John Legend

Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose, I'm winning

And that’s when the water works started. You watch as your girlfriend walked out with her hands behind her back

“ What are you doing this time ?” - You sniffled

She stood right in front of you and smiled

“ The moment I met you for the first time will always be one of the best memories in my life because it was the day my life changed. I remember you on the red carpet at the Black Panther premiere and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. That day I knew you had to be mine. “

You couldn’t help but smile.

“From that exact day we spent every minute together and I fell more and more in love with you. I loved having you by my side. I loved taking you to different places. I love how you always wanted to travel with me to promote my movie. You stuck by me through the toughest times in my life and I am forever grateful.

After months of being around each other I was so excited for to you meet my family because I knew my mother would love you. And I was absolutely right. Not sure if you know this but my mother and I watched how you played with my little sister and was in awe of how much of a kind person you are. My mother whispered to me “ you gotta marry this one, she’s a keeper “ From that day I knew you were the one I wanted to share every single moment of my entire life with.

That next day I made you my girlfriend and I couldn’t wait to show you off to the world. I remember putting in my story “ Incase you guys are wondering what’s making me so happy it’s this girl right here “ Man being with you made me so damn happy. So happy I proposed 3 months later.

“ That was the quickest I ever moved in a relationship “ - You laughed

Letitia couldn’t help but laugh with you.

Y/N , you encouraged me to get up every morning and do great things. You encouraged me to go out and have fun, to let loose. Ever since losing my brother it’s been so hard for me to be myself and not hide away from everyone. But you helped me come out of my shell and I’m the happiest i’ve ever been. You are truly my inspiration, my rock , my sun , my everything.

You stuck by me for so long even when I didn’t deserve you by my side. I did so much in life I regret. I made so many bad decisions to the point I lost you and our child, and till this day I still regret my decisions. I made sure if I wanted you both back in my life I had to change my ways. And i did just that. I took time away from everything to make sure I could be a good person not only to you or our baby but to myself. I’m extremely grateful for you giving me another chance even though sometimes I don’t think I deserve it. I love you so fucking much it hurts.

I am making a promise to do everything I can to be the perfect person for you and to be the wife you absolutely deserve. I will do everything in my power to make sure your beautiful smile never fades. God has given me the greatest and most precious gift I could ask for and I am so thankful. I am looking forward to the day when my last name will become yours again. And yes I did say again. I want our love and support to be even stronger this time.

You watched as she took a small step back

“ Y/N will you make me the luckiest woman on Earth. “

Your heart started beating so fast, it felt like it was gonna pop right out your chest.

Letitia got down on one knee

“Will you marry me ?”

You stood there in shock ? Because the love of your life was there in front of you with your dream ring.

The tears poured right out

“ YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES” - You squealed

Letitia slid the ring on your finger and picked you up in the tightest hug.

“ I love you do much baby “- You mumbled

“ I love you even more.”- she smiled

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On the car ride home you were beaming. You’ve waiting to experience this day again. You felt like a kid on Christmas getting a gift they’ve waited all year for.

You wondered why your phone was blowing up because you haven’t announced anything yet. You opened your eyes home and seen you received over hundreds of text messages , phone calls , notifications from different apps so you checked Instagram first and couldn’t help but smile

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You scrolled through the comments and were soo happy with all the positive comments , you turned off your phone and gave Letitia a kiss on the cheek.

“ I love you forever and always “ - you mumbled

“ And i love you to infinity and beyond “- Letitia answered back

……………………………………………..

i finally finished lmaooooooo i changed the idea of this so many times , and im very thankful for how patient you guys have been. and thank you for showing Part One so much love.

I’m always open for some ideas you guys might have. Hope u enjoyed 💕

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[delilahluvsu]

oh, its what you do to me pt.1

chris x reader (delilah)

warnings: cursing, suggestive but no actual smut (yet), mentions of death and grief

a/n: this is my first story. It might be a little rough but I hope you enjoy!!! ; no requests

characters- matt sturniolo, chris sturniolo, nick sturniolo, delilah moore, aria moore

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When I was 16 and my sister was 13, both our parents died in a car accident. It was the hardest day of my entire life. Immediately, the sturniolo family took us in and we have been living with them ever since.

the sturniolos have always been close family friends of ours and often, my family would go over to their house for dinner, or just to hang out as one big family.

I guess I would say that I'm close with Matt and Nick but I'm definitely closest with Chris. We have the most in common, and we overall just clicked the best from the beginning.

On that day, December 4, 2019, my life completely changed. I got the call from my sister and my heart immediately sank to the floor. I broke down sobbing before rushing to the scene and falling into my sisters arms. We held each other and mourned the loss of our parents who had raised us and given us such a wonderful life.

When the sturniolo family had found out about what had happened they got to the scene as fast as they could and reassured me and my sister that everything was going to be okay. I had always looked at Mary-lou like a second mother; someone I could always count on to treat me like one of her own children and love me as she loves them too.

They took both me and my sister in right away. I remember that night, we were sobbing in the triplets arms. I’ll never forget it. They planned the funeral and paid for everything since all the money I have is from my job and I don’t have a lot, and my sister doesn’t have a job.

Ever since, the triplets and their family have done so much for me and my sister and i’m so grateful for them.

-jump to a year later-

my room is in the same hallway as all three triplets and my sister. i wake up from a good ass nap and I realize that it’s 7 PM. “ugh” i groan, annoyed that I had just wasted the day. I guess Chris heard me from the hallway because he knocked on my door while cracking it open. “you good?” he says confused. “yeah i just took a long ass nap and i didn’t mean to” “damn sorry bout that” chris says with a smirk and closes your door. i roll over and sigh and i decided to gather myself and not be lazy for the whole day. I make myself get out of bed and wash my face and I put on a little make up just to look presentable.

I put on a hoodie and grey sweatpants and i just threw my hair into a messy bun because i don’t feel like doing my hair since it’s later in the day and im lazy. As soon as i walk out the door i bump into chris who was seemingly about to open my door. “sorry” i say with a giggle. “you’re good delilah, i was just wondering if you wanted to come watch a movie with me, matt, nick, and aria?” “sure” i say with a smile. “let me grab my blanket real quick” “okay” chris says as he heads downstairs.

The boys are all sat on the couch with the movie “the conjuring” queued on the tv. my sister races down the stairs and plops down on the couch next to matt and nick. i look at the screen and say “really” with a confused tone. they all laugh. they know i’m a big baby when it comes to horror movies. “you’ll be fine, delilah” nick says “its just a movie”. “yeah its stupid, and don't worry, if you get scared you can just hide under the blanket" Chris says. "like a little baby" Chris says softly but just loud enough so nick, matt, and aria could hear and we all start dying laughing. Chris motions me over to him. He is sitting on the bigger part of the couch with more room. In my opinion, it's the comfiest part of the couch so I'm glad he picked it. I sit on the couch next to him while putting my blanket over both of us. The blanket is huge so it covers us nicely and keeps us warm. A few feet away from us are Nick, aria, and matt are all snuggled under a cozy blanket. I look at them and smile. They're so adorable, I think to myself.

The movie starts and my back and neck start to hurt so I search for a more comfortable position. Chris notices "what's up?" he says softly so no one could hear but me. "oh, nothing my back and neck are just killing me" I say with my hand rubbing the back of my neck. "okay, do whatever you need to make yourself comfortable" Chris says with a smile. "okay" I say while smiling back. I am closer with Chris than I am with matt and nick so it is not unfamiliar for us to be physical in a platonic way (of course). I put my head on Chris' chest and shift my body sideways a little. Chris looks down at me and tucks my hair behind my ears before looking back up at the movie.

All of a sudden there's a jump scare and I hide under the blanket. Chris starts laughing and so do matt and nick. "it's okay D, nothings going to hurt you" Chris says with a reassuring tone. "I know" I say with a tinge of heat flooding my cheeks from embarrassment. We continue watching the movie and when the movie is over, all of us go upstairs. The triplets and my sister say goodnight to me and we all head to our rooms.

I suddenly wake up when I hear footsteps heading downstairs and I check my phone. It's 3:20 AM. I put on my slippers and I walk downstairs to see who it is. It's Chris. standing in the kitchen, shirtless. the moonlight from the window shining onto his body. he looks gorgeous and I am taken aback by the sight that is in front of my eyes. he's popping open a Pepsi can. After he takes a sip he turns around and looks at me. I'm standing in the doorway looking at him in a way I never thought I would before. "hey" Chris says. "what are you doing up?" "I heard footsteps and I was just checking to see what was going on" I say as I walk over to the fridge and I take out cranberry juice. "oh okay" Chris says. "what's that look on your face for" chris says playfully. "its nothing" I say while blushing and trembling a little bit from this newfound feeling I never imagined feeling for Chris. "okay" chris says, not believing that its nothing. "why are you drinking a Pepsi at 3 AM chris, thats crazy" I say while giggling while I snatch the Pepsi can out of his hands and run downstairs with it. He runs after me and we're both giggling like idiots. I squeal as he catches up to me and wraps his arms around me pushing us both on the couch in attempt to steal his Pepsi back. "nuh uh" i say, struggling to keep him from grabbing the Pepsi. Suddenly he flips me around while he grabs his Pepsi from my hands and he pins me on the couch while taunting me with the Pepsi he just stole back from me. "hey!" I say feeling defeated but still giggling. Chris says "don't ever do that again" while laughing. suddenly my heart starts beating faster. He still has me pinned to the couch. We're looking into each others eyes and I feel that feeling once more. I start to feel heat in between my legs because I don't know why but him pinning me down like that made butterflies fill my stomach and wish he would never move. But he did. He slowly moved off of me. "seriously if you ever do that again, Delilah" "I promise, never" I taunt him while thinking to myself that I will definitely do that again sometime without a doubt. we both head back to the kitchen and then back up to our rooms.

As I lay in bed, I can't help but think about that feeling that I felt when I was with Chris today. It's new and scary and I've never felt that way about Chris before. The triplets and I had always been really close but never have I ever had thoughts like this for any of them until now. I think about the way Chris tucked my hair behind my ear, the way he reassured me that nothing was going to hurt me during the movie, the way he looked while the moonlight shone on his shirtless body and his perfect hair, the way he pinned me down and looked into my eyes and the way that it made me wet. it. made. me. wet. Chris sturniolo made me wet. My mind travels and I wonder if Chris is thinking about me right now, about the moments we shared today that gave me that feeling. that familiar yet so unfamiliar feeling. I wonder if he felt that feeling too. I find myself fantasizing over if he were to come into my room right now and do unspeakable things to me, but I quickly catch myself. "what the fuck??" I snap myself out of the trance "no no no this can't happen" "never" I say to myself while rolling my eyes and sighing with disgust. I roll over in defeat and I doze off to sleep.

I thought sleeping it off would help, but my dream is about chris.....

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stay tuned for part 2..

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[brrbrina]

lonesome

pairing: joe burrow x oc

warnings: angst!

a/n : sorry it took me so long to write this one, i had the worst writers block, we only have one chapter left, feedback and support is always well received 😊

"All i´m asking you is to be honest for one time in forever, is it really that hard to do?" Aria said with a knot in her throat, she wasn´t completly sure how she ended up in Joe´s place, the same place she once called her home, but there is always something inside her that drags her anywhere near him.

She was looking for a bank receipt of the payment she made when she finally paid off her college debt, she was sure she packed it when she moved to her own apartment, but she couldn´t find it and she thought that it could be at her ex boyfriends house, so she drove all the way there feeling numb.

Parking in the driveway she saw Joe´s car and took a deep breath, still not sure of how he would look at her after the nigth they broke things off. After knocking on the door, a tall blue eyed blonde perked while he opned it.

"Aria... what are you doing here, is everything ok?" He said scratching his head and looking at her not sure on how to approach her.

"Yes, everything is fine, I don´t know where my college payment recepit is and i´ve looked everywhere at home and i couldn´t find it, i thought maybe it was still here in one of your folders" she said looking at him as he looked surprise.

"Yeah sure, um, you can check in the closet maybe it's up there on a blue box, go ahead" He said leading her upstairs to the bedroom they once shared, to Aria´s surprise he still had a lot of things she helped him bought when they moved in together.

Making her way to the closet she realized it was a huge closet, they never really payed attention to that since it was always full, grabing a little stair she always kept there so she could reach above the shelfs, she put the box on the floor and start looking, there were a lot of things there and she didn´t knew where to begin.

Clearing his throat Joe spoke "So...how's your mom and dad,?" Aria turned her head looking at him confused, "Uhm, they´re okay, thanks for asking" she said as she looked back not finding the stupid paper.

"So...""You really don´t have to do small talk, it´s okay it´s not akward" Aria said closing the box after not finding it, resining herself to just go to the bank and pray they could give them a copy.

"It´s okay you can leave it on the floor i´ll put it back up later I was about to..." his phone rang, not allowing him to finish his sentence. "Hi babe, no i´m not busy, what´s up?" He said walking out of the room and Aria was feeling the same way the night they broke up again, and then it hit her, Joe wasn´t in love with her anymore, there was someone else in his life, sleeping on the same bed she used to lay her head and dancing in the kitchen at night, someone wearing his jearsey to his games and kissing him goodnight.

The hard thing about love, in any form it may present to you, if someones falls out of if or they stop loving you, there´s nothing you can do, there´s is nothing in the wprld that could make them want you again, love fades, it just doesn´t disappear overnight, and the heartbroken part of it, is that no matter how much love you have for the other person, the best thing you can do is accept things and move one, no matter how lonesome it migth feel, and how long you would take to put the pieces they broke together again.

Making her way downstairs Joe stopped her “Aria, I know i was an ass by the way I ended things with you, I know no amount of apologies will fix it but I really hope we can stay friends or at least in touch, I owe you al lot and you help me achieve my dreams” Joe stated and Aria had watery eyes looking at him, and that was the first time he felt a little piece of him break inside.

“When did you start seeing her, was it when we were still together, sleeping in the same bed?” Aria said

“What? Aria what are you talking about” Joe said trying to look confused

“All i´m asking you is to be honest for one time in forever, is it really that hard to do?" Aria said with a knot in her throat, “Were you thinking of her when you had your hands around my waist?”

“Did you even gave a fuck about our relationship?” She said looking at him almost crying.

“Of course I did, I told you that multiple times, I didn’t even… I couldn’t” Joe couldn’t find the words to tell her the truth, he wasn’t seeing Ellie when she was still with Aria, and after the breakup he didn’t want to meet anyone but he did, and he feel in love again.

She looked at him as he was struggling to talk, but she couldn’t stand there and watch him try to come up with something, it was too painful and she didn’t want to be there anymore.

Making her way to the door Joe grabbed her arm and hugged her, she didn’t moved, there wasn’t a single thought running across her mind. “I’m really sorry things didn’t work out with us” Joe said mumbling to her hair.

He let her go, and she made her way to the car, she drove home and hope she wouldn’t feel this way forever.

It was around 11:00 pm when she started crying, but it wasn’t a cry because he missed him, it was a crying because he broke her heart worse than anybody had ever done, everyone left, if she fell in love with all her problems will they leave her too?

#joe burrow #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow x reader #spideybrina #joe burrow angst #joe burrow blurb #fwd series

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Miguel O'Hara x Black Reader. A short and simple to the point Dominant Miguel series with fluff and smut included as it progresses. Go on a lil journey in love with Miguel.

Chapter 2: First Date

You decided to call a safe ride to take you home, then your friend Aria to pick you up when she got off of work. In trade for her taking you back to your car, you tell her about your run-in with the handsome geneticist.

"You took off to go to a damn bar?"

"Absolutely. If I'm coming to the Kissinger, I need to know that the men here can afford to be here during the week. I'll be damned if I'm the main breadwinner."

You take off your seatbelt once you see your car parked. When Aria stops, you get out.

"There's a certain finesse to the game, girl. Get with the process."

"Oh, you buggin," she laughs. "Hell nah. I'll catch you on the weekend and we can really get fucked up, but I need my money sis. I've got a whole son and he's not cheap!"

"Girl." You turn back. "You're thinking small. Think big, bitch. Hear me. Give it a shot and go alone."

"Mm." She shakes her head, ready to pull off. She's not doing it. You already know. You get into your own car and head home to your apartment to relax and mentally prepare to return to work.

In the morning, you work with a few families through genetic counseling at Parker Institute by collecting personal information regarding their family tree for geno-sequencing and drawing blood for genetic testing that will assist in their treatment. You process what's already been obtained and relay to your patients the implications of the findings.

Sometime around lunch, you receive a call from an unfamiliar number but pick up. It could be Miguel.

"Hello?"

"I won't keep you."

"Miguel?"

"I know you're typically at lunch about this time, so I'll make it brief. Are you free anytime from Friday evening to Sunday? If so, I'd love to sit and talk with you again, maybe take you to dinner?"

"Friday night sounds good to me. I could use the wind-down."

"I could use it now. If I could, I'd leave this lab and meet you to talk. But Friday is fine. I'll send you the details."

"Okay, and Miguel?"

"Yes?"

You caught him just before he hung up.

"Don't work yourself ragged before I get to you."

He laughs, just a slight exhale.

"Take care," he says quickly.

You get a text within the next fifteen minutes.

Reservations for 2 at Mastro's. Friday @ 7

That overpriced restaurant?! You wouldn't do it, but you are worth it, and it's because you're worth it that you understand him trying to make a good impression. It shows that he respects your time enough to not waste it with foolishness.

You buy a new dress and style your hair just to match the effort. You know from his previous fit that he'll be dapperly dressed, and you'd like to turn heads on your own. Taking a cue from Beyonce, you go with short and backless, and when you enter Mastro's, you find Miguel waiting though you're on time. He looks just as classic as you'd envisioned in a simply styled emerald paisley suit with black lapels and black shirt, unbuttoned at the top to show chest. Immediately upon seeing you, he rises to pull out your chair.

"Look at you!" You beat him to it. "Don't you look like a heart throb. I definitely want to be seen green," you tease, sneaking a peak at his tight ass before he sits. "Have you seen The Wiz?"

"I haven't. That can be something you show me in the near future, but... I have to say it. You have a knack for taking my breath away in these dresses."

"Should we check your sputum and blood eosinophils?"

He sputters, nearly spitting his water.

"No one but a geneticist," you grin. "If you liked that, tell me why tertiary structures are so selfish."

He swallows in confusion. "What?"

"Because the amino acids are all wrapped up in themselves."

Another laugh. You feel like a got-damn comedian. You'd take your act on the road if you knew more people than him would laugh.

"I can't believe you think I'm funny," you mumble behind your water glass.

He's wiping real tears, not faking.

"You don't understand, I don't talk to many people. After the day I've had, this is fucking hilarious."

"Glad I could distract you. I'll be here all week."

Two glasses of Sauvignon Blanc arrive. Of course, Miguel says you should order whatever you'd like, including wine, if you prefer something other than Sauvignon Blanc. He orders a steak, and so do you.

"So, what's your favorite style of cuisine," you ask, sipping your wine.

"Ooh, Mexican is my comfort."

"So, I actually make some bomb carnitas and shrimp tacos."

"You're kidding."

"I'm so serious. It's - *chefs kiss*"

"I'd like to be the judge," he grins. "I'm the master of carnitas."

"Self proclaimed?"

He smirks. "Or otherwise. You think you could beat mine?"

"Only one way to find out."

"Okay. You name the time and I'll be there. We'll settle this."

"How's about tomorrow? You're free, right?"

"You're anxious to lose," his thick brows raise. "I will gladly make that happen just to have you cry, 'Oh Miguel' in my arms."

That kind of made you tingly. You could be mistaken, but there's something very sexual about Miguel. It's subtle.

"Take this down." You gesture for him to get out his phone. When he does, you clear your throat. "2 PM tomorrow, wear the brown pants because you will be sliding down the wall, shitting and crying when you're outdone."

His jaw drops as he laughs, that same breathy outburst. "Oh, you're gonna taste your words after you taste my meat."

"I assure you, Miguel, if these lips touch your meat-"

You stop when the steaks arrive, steaming with your sides. He licks his lips, smirking at your abrupt stop. Your head tilts as you hold your laughter until the waiter leaves.

"You were saying? About my meat..."

Your tongue presses against your cheek as you fight your laugh, cutting through your tender steak instead.

The rest of dinner goes by with banter and subtle innuendos tossed in from both ends. You lose track of how long you're sitting there. It's 9:30 when you sneak a glance. You've had dessert, two glasses of wine, and your stomach is full. About ten minutes later, he checks his watch.

"Ready to get out of here?"

"The check," you remind. He waves it off.

"Already took care of it."

"Where was I?!"

"At the table," he chuckles. "Why? Did you hope to pay?"

"Not really," you smile, honest.

With another date set for the following day, you follow Miguel from the table with your hand on the back of his arm. The material of his emerald suit is soft to the touch. He guides you through the door, hand on your lower back as you exit the restaurant.

"Where are you parked?"

"Right over there," you point, surprised when he walks you despite it not being far and sees you inside the car. You notice his eyes stall a bit longer on your bare legs and your thighs as you attempt to climb in modestly.

"Don't forget to send me your address when you're home."

"As soon as I get home," you nod.

He closes you in when you're settled and watches you pull off, turning only when you hit the main street. You see him in your review mirror. This is a standard of treatment you can get used to, even if things with Miguel don't work. He's set a pretty high bar.

You should tell Aria.

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#original #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x black reader

[mintichoco]

CREDIBLE | twtptflob

"ARE YOU AWARE THAT I CAN KILL YOU WITHOUT SO MUCH AS MOVING AN INCH?" | "SO COULD A CHICKEN WITH ENOUGH MOTIVATION, YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL"

TITLE TRACK. psycho - red velvet

FANDOM. the way to protect the female lead's older brother

CHARACTER. oc-insert, visuals of aria valentine

PRONOUNS. she/her

SUMMARY. a gen-z kid gets dropped in the world of twtptflob. . .right infront of lante agriche

FORMAT. headcanons, scenarios

INSPIRATION. this post by @rouecentric

NEXT CHAPTER. [1, you are here] • [2]

Nash was an iPad kid in every sense of the word. Her mother could not bother to care beyond sending monthly checks to the manor (more like luxurious jail) where the caretakers pocketed half the sum and the rest went to pamper her.

She could't be mad, there were plenty people out in the real world who'd kill for that kind of money. She spent her days tinkering on school projects, binge-watching historical k-dramas and being a general menace to the working staff.

Now imagine her surprise when she went to bed at three in the morning after haphazardly throwing together an art project featuring 'Kakashi the grey hare' and woke up on cold hard marble, instead of her fluffy mattress.

"What the heck?" She shuffled to a sitting stance, rubbing her sore neck.

The brushing of black skirts and the scruff of boots tethered her attention to the floor.

There were maids, a few dozens of them. Nash had her own nannies, sure, but nobody in the twenty-first century wore these silks unless as costumes, that too the very short version and for funzies on Tiktok or the bedroom.

"Woah-", a grin danced on her face. "Is this some sort of cult? Before the intro, I'll make this clear, I don't wanna be a part of this scooby-doo squad. Now, where am I?"

Silence, silence. Silence everywhere. Then, a fine looking specimen of testosterone-producer stepped up from the crowd, gripping a sword-A SWORD?!-in his hand.

"What business do you have with Agriche? How did you manage to get past the barrier guards? Start talking before I make sure you never will."

Well, zamn, who hurt you?

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd the know the answer to that?" She was thoroughly confused. "And since you don't, we can all just forget this ever happened and go our own seperate ways, okay? Okay, bye!"

A brilliant beyond brilliant idea popped up in her head. Taking out her phone, she tried searching for a signal. Hey, her mother may not pick up but she will dispatch atleast one guard to check on her.

"What is that?" The emo grandpa snapped his fingers. The phone was snatched away in an instant.

Nash reached for the object, only to be shoved away. "Hey, that's mine! Give it back!"

"Master, it seems to be some unknown technology, far beyond research-work mentioned in the archives", the woman replied and handed it over to the man in the lavish tux with a. . .bow?

What the frick is happening?!

The man chuckled and Nash felt a chill go down her spine. "A spy? Tell me, which lowlife has started copying my tactics, hm? Though, it is for the greater good, I suppose. The kids outside of this territory are pathetic, they pose no worthy challenge for my soldiers."

Which grown ass man sends people to fight kids?!

With furrowed brows, legs and arms crisscrossed, Nash drew a long breath. "Look dude, I don't know who you are or where I am but I don't mean to cause any trouble. . .yet. But if you don't return my phone, we're gonna have a problem here."

He quirked a brow and a tide of murmurs erupted from the audience. With a subtle clang his weapon was unseathed, the sharp blade pointed straight towards her neck.

Holy mother the of sweet Je-

"Are you aware that I can kill you without so much as moving an inch?"

Her breath hitched and she felt the hiccups coming. "So could a - hic - a chicken with enough motivation. You're not special-"

"Father, you called?"

A whispery voice carried by the wind stopped the man dead in his tracks from possibly ripping Nash a new one.

"Roxana", he rasped, clicking his tongue. "I don't appreciate tardiness. In any case, I'd like you to familiarize yourself with the latest brand of spies that are sent after us. Do they think of us as idiots!”

With that attitude, you’d make a fine Karen, sir. Wait. . .did he just say ’Roxana’?

Nash swiveled on her heel faster than light, coming face to face with said exotic beauty, shimmering rubies for eyes, adorned in a fashionable gown that almost made up for it’s weight.

"Y-You're Roxana Agriche?!"

At her starstruck exclaimation, the lady pursed her lips and only nodded curtly in acknowledgement.

Suddenly, Nash was clutching her head. She felt dizzy, she was definitely going to hurl.

Bye-bye fancy carpet, so long. . .

"Forking fudgecake!" The first row of maids probably jumped at the sheer decibel of her shout. "Did I get hit by truck-kun? No, that's not possible. How will a truck get in my house?! Murder, then? Not unlikely. . .although who would assassinate sweet ol’ me? Let’s see. . .”

"As you witness”, the newly recognized Lante Agriche waved the sword dangerously close to her face. Nash skiddadled to Roxana’s side. "This one doesn't know how to behave.”

Nash tilted her head to gander at the second heir’s face. She was lost in thought, her face overcome with a forlorn expression.

Roxana stroked her chin and then nodded. "You wish for me to oversee the interrogation?”

Lante grinned like a madman, thankfully storing away the blade. "As expected, you are a natural.” Nash had to do a double take to make sure his face fell in the matter of milliseconds. "Do not disappoint me.”

A sharp pain appeared in her scalp when her obnoxiously long pink hair was grasped and she was pushed back against the wall.

Yup, no wonder all the female leads hate this.

Lante did his best impression of a ravenous beast from the Black Forest, snarling and sneering. ”I will figure out where your loyalties lie and set an example through you. Am I understood?"

As astonishing as it is to be held like this by a 2D character, it ducking hurts, biAtch!

"Y-yes, sir!" As if-

He released her but it felt the same, as if her head was on fire. "Take her away.”

Roxana did not spare a moment to escort Nash to her room. They arrived in two minutes max and the blonde dismissed her tendants for the evening.

With a cotton swab and a bottle of suspiciously glowy liquid, she started dabbling the scratch that had formed on Nash's face, right under her eye from being thrown against the stone column.

She was quiet for most of the time while Nash observed Roxana's face. The teen truly was a looker, one worthy of people stopping in their tracks to stare at.

Light hair framed her face like a halo while piercing red eyes that tore through one's soul akin to the devil himself.

"Earlier, you mentioned a truck, yes?"

Nash blinked dumbly. "Uh-huh."

Roxana looked her directly in the eye. "Are your perhaps from. . .This is going to sound ridiculous but are you from Earth? Like, the actual modern world?"

The pinkette chewed on her botton lip. "Er. . .maybe?"

Roxana dropped her head and if Nash wasn't mistaken, she sighed out of relief. "How did you end up here?"

The younger girl threw her hands up. It felt weird talking to a fictional character who went into a fictional-fictional world.

Wait, that makes no sense.

"I don't know, lady! One minute I'm falling asleep reading manhwa on my computer and the next thing I know kaboom Lante-the-asshole Agriche is in front of me!"

"What's a manwha? Did you not read the novel-", Roxana paused mid-way, narrowing her gaze. "You are much too young to read those kinds of books."

Nash coughed awkwardly. "Well, I didn't exactly read it. It doesn't even exist in my world."

"Meaning? And you say your world as if we're from seperate ones."

Nash clapped her hands, slouching against the cushions on Roxana's bed. "Bingo." The girl stared at her, perplexed. "You know about the miltiverse theory, right? Y'know, spider-man and stuff like that?"

The blonde nodded.

"If I were to guess, we are both from two different realities. It's like a layer formation. The 'Flower of Hell' takes place in one, then you enter from another and change the course of the world and then I enter from a different reality like a cherry on top."

Roxana remained still, the subtle widening of her eyes being evidence of understanding. "I see. In any case, we need a place to fit you in. As far as I've looked, there is no escape. Other than death, but that is uncharted territory."

Nash made a face. You speak of death like it's the next door neighbor. Then she remembered. But for her, it probably isn't the worst thing to happen.

She cleared her throat, shrugging as nonchalantly as possible. "Any chance I can take a shower? I kinda sorta really stink."

The ghost of a smile passed over Roxana's face. "I will ask for a bath to be prepared." Her gaze traveled down, "And a tailor to take your measurements. Can't have my charge looking so haggard."

Nash looked down, her face burning red. She was still in her Hello Kitty jammies. "Hey!"

Roxana stood up, packing away the medical kit. "I will be back later. Your dinner will be sent here; eat after freshening up. And try to keep a low profile. The less people are aware of your existence, the better. Fa - Lante will likely dish out my orders for you at dinner."

She made to leave but turned around again.

"What?"

"I did not catch your name."

"Nash", the pinkette replied with a too-shrill voice, trying to rub the exhaustion out of her eyes.

Roxana was amused. "Full name?"

"Ugh. . .Nashira Parker, at your service, m'Lady."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Nash threw herself on the heavenly bed, feeling her body sink into the spread of softness.

'What a day. Welp- this is my life now, I guess.'

#twtptflob #the way to protect the female lead's older brother #roxana agriche #roxana #dion agriche #jeremy agriche #lant agriche #griselda agriche #maria agriche #cassis pedalian #manhwa #twtptflob x oc #twtptflob x reader #dion x reader #jeremy x reader #roxana x reader #ashil agriche

[wendytestabrat]

stop being homophobic haters

i think a big part of the hatred for kyman is homophobia. like ya’ll be fine shipping toxic ass couples with problematic dynamics & love/hate relationships in other franchises when they’re heterosexual. but bc cartman and kyle happen to be two boys who have been known as platonic friends for years then all of a sudden that’s weird or wrong like LOL. i mean bitches shipped ezra x aria on PLL for years a ship that was DEADASS between a student and her teacher and thought that was normal yet ya’ll find kyman sooooo bad and toxic? LOL. and as i’ve said multiple times the main purpose of a relationship on a show should be for ENTERTAINMENT VALUE so idk why ya’ll tryna compare a bunch of ships and get all on your high horses abt which one is more toxic and which one is more healthy LOL. this is fucking tv we’re talking about so none of it has to be realistic of what good relationships are like irl. it’s not like we’re the ones who have to be in this dynamic or date that character. we have the luxury of watching someone else who isn’t real suffer instead LOL. like yeah obviously i don’t support toxic couples irl and don’t want someone getting into an abusive relationship (i’m deadass the most pro advocate for cutting out toxic bitches and surrounding urself with positivity you’ll ever meet), but if i’m watching tv and want a good ass laugh and some plot & conflict HELLL YEAH i wanna watch a complicated ass relationship. kyman is the best sp ship bc it provides the most entertainment on the show and gives us intense ass scenes that are fun to watch. THAT’S the definition of a good ship to me.

#kyman #KYMANRANTGARBAGE #south park

[mxopifex]

I’m about to be very petty. My roommate’s family are snobs. His aunt is some big time opera person, his dad is an art professor and fine artist, and his sister is a sometimes professional soprano. Me I’m a first generation college grad who went back to blue collar work because the money is better. I’m a philistin who doesn’t know much about or like a lot of the “concert music” they dig. I’m also a smidge tone deaf and neurodivergent so I don’t enjoy high pitched singing. My brain responds poorly to it most of the time.

My roommate is mostly free of their snobbishness but occasionally it blends through. I love him. He’s my dearest friend. But there it is.

I’ve also been listening to a bunch of lectures explaining concert music because I’m not an anti intellectual. I want to understand. I have found that I kind of like Haydn. I’m learning.

So the other night we are watching Castlevania: nocturne and Eduoard starts singing. At first I was making Kermit scrunch face because if sopranos sounds bad to me, falsetto sounds worse. But then he gets to the “Remember Me” bit

And I’m all

“That’s Dido’s aria! That’s what Dido sings just before she kills herself! Remember me, but forget my fate!”

Roommate looks at me like I have grown a third head.

“Dido and Aeneas! Baroque opera by an English guy!”

Everyone, I need you all to know that my blue collar ass recognized music from an opera and “my sister’s a soprano” roommate did not. I will be riding the petty high of this victory internally for days.

#personal #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #opera #dido and aeneas

[beevean]

Want a really unpopular opinion?

Circle of the Moon is grossly overrated, it feels extremely amateurish in terms of design and the fact that many consider it the perfect blend of the series' classic and SOTN styles confuses me more than most things in life

I once saw someone say that the game's penchant for grinding shouldn't be criticized because Aria of Sorrow also has it, forgetting that Aria is easy enough that you can absolutely get by without souls anyway, since they're more like a cool extra to spice up combat encounters and help a bit against the occasional tricky boss, unlike Circle where you pretty much need Cards and good combinations of them so you have little choice but to spend a truck load of time grinding just to have a decent time in this hard as fuck game that doesn't even have a shop for healing items thus forcing you to grind for those as well :).

Agreed.

Most of the time, when people love a game I don't, I can at the very least understand what they like about it. I don't care about Sonic Adventure 2, but that doesn't mean it's a bad game: it simply does things, like streamlining the level design, changing the gameplay style in the middle of a story instead of having six storylines, incentivizing replay value through the ranking system, that appeal to others but not to me. It's fine.

But I genuinely can't understand the appeal of CoTM. Nothing it does seems to me remotely likeable.

Yes, it's hard, for the joy of Classic fans. But why is it hard? Because it cheats.

The movement is ass. You either walk at the speed of snail or you double tap to run. This was annoying in Richter Mode in SoTN, but even more so when it's the default state of the game. Guys, it's one thing to move slowly in a Classic game, because all you have to do is to follow a set path and dodge the obstacles, but in a Metroidvania, where you need to backtrack, I'd like more agility. What literally is the point of giving you the run powerup in the fourth room of the game? Why can't I start with it?

There is no shop, forcing you to grind for something as basic as healing potions, necessary for this kind of genre. This is mean.

There is no healing orb at the end of a boss, literally the only game in the whole series that does this, which forces you to run to the nearest save room to heal - fine most of the time, but after the grueling fight against Hugh, you need to dodge the strong and aggressive Dark Armors before you can get to safety. Oh, you died and have to fight that bastard again? Oh no, sorry, guess you can just go fuck yourself :) this is even meaner.

The castle is not well designed, aside from the excessive platforming. The rooms are copypasted without any significant landmark, and there are too many obstacles of the same kind, meaning that once you get a new powerup, you're going to fumble for a while before you stop finding Heart Max Ups and actually find your way through. Say what you want about HoD, but the sections are so visually distinct that you are going to at the very least orient yourself better.

As you said, the main gimmick of the game, the DSS cards, have an abysmal drop rate, meaning that you pretty much have to glitch in order to use the spells. I was very lucky during my playthrough that the first Ice Armor dropped the card necessary to become immune to ice: without it, the Underground Waterway would have been an awful experience. (with it, it was only extremely annoying due to the constant 5-second stop every time you hit a switch)

and that is not even mentioning the problem most gba games had, especially the earliest ones: screen crunch.

tl;dr: order of ecclesia is not my kind of game either, but i recognize that it's fairly hard, at least.

#castlevania #circle of the moon #sorry for the salt #i did not have fun with this game at all #i don't want to touch it again

[dynamic-power]

I am still on hiatus. But I offer you this dragon rider AU from my drafts.

Steve leaned over just enough to scan the ground, fingers curling tighter in the spindles of Arias' frill. He must have pulled too tightly, as the muscles in her neck twitched like a horse trying to dislodge a fly. He readjusted his grip and righted himself and settled again between her shoulders. His thighs ached and his ass was sore. He couldn't wait to have his saddle back, with its soft leather seat and stirrups and pommel-

It is not just a coincidence that my beloved picked Eddie, young one, Arias said in his head.

Steve grunted. He thought they were done with this discussion. Tilting his body to the right and applying pressure to Arias' neck, the behemoth beneath him began to bank left with a powerful beat of her wings.

Just as it was not just luck that I chose you. He would make a fine mate for you.

Arias leveled out again and Steve corrected his seat once more. "I'm not saying he wouldnt," Steve said outloud. His voice was swept away by the rushing wind, but he felt Arias' acknowledgment of his words anyway. "You know better than anyone how I feel about him." A bright image of Robin's smiling face flashed into his mind. Steve laughed as he laid himself backwards, stretching his torso along Arias' broad back and staring up at the endless blue sky. "Okay, fine, you and Robin. And probably Teza." Arias grumbled at the mention of her brother, but didn't interrupt him. "But I need to handle this at my own pace. We aren't like you, we can't just look at someone and know."

Arias' shoulder hitched, bumping into his side with enough force that he had to catch himself. He's calling for you.

Sure enough, the radio strapped beneath Steve's flight jacket crackled to life. "Steve, you there?"

Steve unzipped just enough to pull the radio free. "Yeah, I'm here."

"I just got the all clear from Hop. The next team are finally in the air."

"Thank God." And then, to Arias, "you didn't say anything."

We were having an important discussion.

Steve huffed out a laugh. "Are you up for more flying?" he asked both his dragon and the radio. He felt a rush of affection from Arias at the same time that Eddie's staticy whoop of glee met his ears. He'd expected both of these responses. Arias never turned down a chance to fly with her mate, and today was Eddie's first time in the air since he'd nearly died in the Upside Down.

"On your left, Big Boy!"

Steve swung himself upright when Eddie's voice came from a distance rather than the radio, cupping his hands to his mouth and hollering when a great purple dragon came barreling into view. Arias roared, wings suddenly beating against the wind. Steve grabbed onto her frill again to keep from falling as she began to race towards Eddie and Jewel.

Eddie was standing in his stirrups, waving booth arms at them. A few of his curls had escape from his bun and were whipping around his face and his grin was so wide that Steve's own face ached with it. His joy was palpable and contagious and Steve basked in it.

Jewel and Arias both banked hard, wing tips brushing as they curved away from each other again. Steve felt the touch as though it was his own hand reaching out.

"Race you," Eddie shouted, and with a roar, Jewel took off.

Hold tight, young one, Arias advised before she made to follow, her whole body rippling with each stroke of her wings. I won't let her win.

Steve forgot about his aching thighs and sore ass as he felt the power and delight and contentment coursing from Arias' body and mind into his own. Urging his dragon on he allowed himself to race after the man that he might be just a little in love with.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #dragon riders #dragon rider AU #dyno writes

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Hi love your writing so far! Would you be willing to do relationship HCs for Sol? Have a nice day🌸

Sol is one of my least favorite characters, but it doesn’t say a lot since Guilty Gear has such solid characters. I still like him, not just as much as other characters. This was still fun to write, nonetheless.

-He is cocky. Always showing off whatever he can. His muscles? Showing off. His weapon? Showing off. His motorcycle? Showing off.

-Speaking off his motorcycles, he likes to take you around town with it. Or, even just for some normal rides. He likes the wind in his hair, only seeing you smile makes those days even better for him.

-He is somewhat afraid of starting a new relationship after Aria’s death. But, your smile reminded him of her, so he decided to take the risk with this relationship.

-Good luck getting him to listen to anything that isn’t Queen. He loves their music, almost religiously. He will listen to something, that isn’t Queen after the tenth time, you’ve asked to listen for something else.

“Fine, we can listen to something else.”

“Wait, I’m pretty sure I’ve got something in my ear.”

“Keep that up, and it’s back to the Queen.”

-He workouts regularly to keep his gains. Which, in turn means that you’re either his gym partner or the motivational speaker to him. He likes it when you’re there with him. He gets to show off to you, and he gets his workout done. Its a win-win situation. 

-You often forget that he isn’t an idiot. If you ask him about a science stuff, or something that requires couple years of academic research, he will explain it to you. You’re having hard times with physics? He will explain it to you. Your taxes are making your head hurt? He will gladly do the math for you. 

-He has a hard time expressing himself verbally. So, instead of telling you that loves you, he hugs you. His hugs are extremely warm, thanks to his experience with fire magic. 

-He is somewhat of a lazy ass. So, if he doesn’t have anything urgent to do he will laze around. This does to an extent include chores. Which you will urge him to do.

“Sol, can you please do the dishes?”

“Is it urgent?”

“Well no, but..”

“It can wait.”

“I’ll give you kisses.” With that, he leaped off the couch, towards the kitchen. It still amazes you how much you can get him to do, just with a promise of a kiss.

-Brush his hair. He barely takes any care of it, just washing it when he hits the shower. He will wince, a little bit as you brush it for the first time. He will tell you that he doesn’t see a difference in his hair. But, after some time you see him brushing his regularly. You feel very smug that day when you see him doing it by himself. He will occasionally ask you to do it for him.

-Sol both smokes and drinks. You do occasionally join him for a drink, which he appreciates. But, also understand if you don’t want to drink. If you smoke he will offer some of his own cigarettes for you to some. If you don’t smoke he will try to keep it to a minimum around you. And, overall as he knows the stench gets stuck on his clothes, so he doesn’t want to give you a headache over it.

-He activates his dragon install form every now and than when he sleeps. The first time it happened, you got hit by his wings, which caused you to fly off the bed. You aren’t really sure what triggers these form changes when he sleeps. But, you have learned how to deal with it. Which, is to hug him. This either calms him down completely turning off dragon install, or just making him stay still. Either way you get to hug him, which is a win in your book.

#guilty gear #guilty gear strive #guilty gear xrd #guilty gear headcanons #guilty gear x reader #guilty gear sol #guilty gear sol badguy #guilty gear sol x reader #guilty gear sol badguy x reader

[ofmermaidstories]

petition for you to write this scenario when surrender reader sends bakugou horny tweets/comments from his fans😫

break my jaw and spoon feed me baby 💪🏽🥄 @taylorskitties88

i want Ground Zero to breastfeed me 🥹🍼🍼

light it up like an ELECTRIC STRIKE ⚡️: please please PLEASE Kacchan has blocked me and muted the groupchat PLEASE, I need him to see this, please just send him this ONE THING, PLEASE!!!!!

You’d been sitting next to him on the couch, when Katsuki muted the groupchat—his face perturbed.

“The case?” You’d asked, trying to wedge your feet into the tight space under his ass. Katsuki just grunts, dropping his phone unceremoniously as he wrapped a broad hand around your ankle, stilling your digging.

“Denki bein’ a dickhead,” he says instead and you try not to laugh, your body shaking with it regardless. Your phone had pinged similarly—Denki, tattling on Katsuki and simultaneously himself with the reason why.

Please, he begs again. PLEASE. I will literally—LITERALLY—combust if he doesn’t see this, PLEASE.

The follow-up is worse than the original.

aria is writing 📝 @ariasfics

no bc why are his boobs so swollen if he isn’t breast feeding, hm?

need me breathe me eat me out @1414user

in reply to @taylorskitties88 and @ariasfics

daddy’s feeding me, that’s why. 👁👅👁 🍼🍼

You thumb over the screenshots, biting your lip. Katsuki will absolutely hate this—no wonder he’d blocked the other Pro. You’re not even sure how you feel about it, beyond the inital amusement. There’s a weird sense of community to dating someone like Katsuki, and you’re not quite sure if you find it funny or… overwhelming. He’s never truly yours, singular—he’s yours, plural, he belongs to the city, belongs to the strangers he saves, that he would risk his life for. It means that people everywhere—strangers, everywhere—talk about him like they know him, and it’s—it’s—

It just is. It’s its own thing; it’s own sport. You can’t condemn it. You’re apart of it even, in a way, watching from afar just like the crowds do, as great people like Katsuki and his friends protect you all, put their lives on the line for you all—day after day after day. Just the other week Katsuki made the news again for performing a terrifying move that created a maelstrom of fire but saved the lives of a handful of cowed middle-schoolers, who’d been caught on the scene.

“He’s cool as SHIT!” One of the boys said on live TV afterwards, pushing past a girl trying to sob her thanks into the camera. “Cool as SHIT!! Ground fucking Zero!!!”

“I love him,” the sobber said, furiously wiping at her eyes. “I love him so much. Thank-you. Thank-you.”

You had watched this all from the comfort of home, Katsuki’s apartment—the comfort of his couch, of being in his life as these kids proclaimed their love, their undying loyalty, their eyes shining with excitement and relief. You couldn’t begrudge them. You could’ve been one of them, in any other life—sobbing to a camera. Tweeting about wanting to lick his sweat, get him pregnant, be his footstool.

Katsuki’s thumb rubs slow and warm against the skin of your ankle, and you shift against his hold, wriggling your toes.

“You okay?” You ask.

He shrugs. “We’re okay,” he says. You’re okay, we’re okay.

You lean against the couch, your phone held close to you as he watches your face, waiting, you think—wondering, maybe, at what’s in your head, like you wonder with him.

There must be something on your face that gives the underlining turmoil within you away—he frowns, tiny, and leans over as he pulls you in closer by the leg, making you squawk, nipping at your ear when it’s in range.

“‘M fine,” he promises you, his voice hot and warm against your neck and you move just enough to rub your face against his shirt.

You have to share him, when he’s outside of these moments—but for now you forget about the tweets, the comments, the interviews. For now he is yours and only yours, warm against you, where you keep him—will always keep him—in the very marrow of your bones.

light it up like an ELECTRIC STRIKE ⚡️: are you and kacchow fighting???? what did you send him????? he’s about to fry the next thing that looks at him funny

light it up like an ELECTRIC STRIKE ⚡️: if u and Kacchan break up u get me in the divorce

light it up like an ELECTRIC STRIKE ⚡️: NVM YOU SENT HIM THE TWEETS???????????? OH G MGUYFUCKING GOD IM GONNA KISS YOU BABY LMFAO HES SO FUCKING MAD

#ofmermaidstories-asks #prompts and drabbles and other things #surrender-fic verse

[kianaflame23]

A Special Night ☆ Final Fantasy XVI Clive Rosfield x f!reader n*sw

Hi, my friends and mutuals! Today is Valentine's Day and I don't celebrate it but I decided to write this fanfic! Hope everyone enjoy reading it! <333

Summary: You were getting concerned as you just told Clive a silly joke. Suddenly, he can't stop himself from touching you...

NO MINORS!! ONLY 🔞!! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO!

Tagging: @theempressofdarkmagic @aria-lesage @virtuousluna @momowasdreaming @tea-r-re-z @seiyaido @blueflame97 @horrorlove14 @helianyx @tharmr-barnabas @revoirestbelle

"Clive! Can I ask you a question?", you spoked to him. Clive smiled and nodded, curious to know your question. You grinned as you began to talk.

"Would you rather eat a baby goat or a matter baby?"

Clive looks confused, not understanding what you are saying to him.

"....What is the matter, baby?"

You smirks and places your hands on your hips, leaning down a bit as you did a cute pose at Clive.

"Nothing, honey~", you finished your lines as you wink at Clive and use your hands. Pulling him closer to your face. Of couse, Clive is taller than you so you pulled his black hair gently. A soft kiss on his lips as you leaned away from Clive, grinning even more as you sees Clive's shocked expression. Feeling his cheeks burn from embarrassment, covering his face with one of his hand. Shaking his head as he chuckled.

"Your humor astonished me every time, my love."

"I'm guessing you like my joke!"

"Yes. Let me tell you mine, (Y/N)", Clive smiles to you, trying to control his excitement as your (e/c) widened in confusion.

"Oh? Please tell me, Clivey~"

Clive smirks as he leaned down to your ear, you felt his hot breath as you gasps.

"I'm going to "destroy" you, my lovely wife. You'll be "screaming" my name all day until you can only think of me.", Clive kisses softly in your sensitive neck as he pulled you closer to him. Feeling your chest as he gropped your ass, you stuttered your words to Clive.

"C-clive! You need to control yourself! Our friends are literally there..."

*Oh, I forgot to mentioned that you and the group are staying over in a small village, staying there for one or two days until continuing with the journey. Enjoy your time at the bar. Everyone drinking their alcohol as they talked loudly. You didn't felt like drinking as you laughed at your friends. Not expecting Cidolfus to be dancing so silly and Jill tries her best to stop him from hurting himself*

You were so shocked that no one paying attention to both you and Clive. You guessed that it is normal for people to be like that there.....You refuses to have rough yet lovemaking with Clive right now. Especially when everyone and Sandalphon are there.....You don't want to make a scene there....

"So? I want to taste your sweet nec--"

"CLIVE?! STOP! DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF? WHY ARE YOU SO HORNY NO--"

This is Sandalphon! He's from Granblue Fantasy!

Sandalphon woke up from his slumber from the table, most likely in a drunked state. Looking very annoyed as he looked towards you and Clive.

"MY GOD, CAN YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?!"

Sandalphon spoked to them, not caring if anyone is hearing his loud voice. Shocking you and unamused Clive with his outburst, you feels your face burning more because of your voice and wants to leave from the bar....

"I'm sorry, Sandy! Please forgive us! We are about to leave and get some sleep now!"

"No, my wif--"

"Clive! We need to sleep!", you covers his mouth, preventing Clive to embarrassing you even more. You smiles weakly to you apologizes to Sandalphon. Sandy sighs and began to talk.

"(Y/N), captain, it's fine. I'm sorry for my vulgar tone. Just "do" it where I can't see you two."

"It's fine! I will make sure that Clive isn't going t--", you didn't finished your sentence as you saw Sandalphon uses his colorful feathers and immediately knew what he is going to do.

"I'll use my powers so we can't see nor hear anything from you. Enjoy yourselves, lovebirds.", Sandalphon threw her feathers at you and Clive, somehow sending you two in a private room. You didn't say anything to Clive as Clive turns towards you.

"We can start with our lov--", you glared at Clive, as if you wants to beat him up. Immediately stopping himself from saying anything else. Knowing that Clive shouldn't anger you....you sigh and pouted, holding your loverboy's hand gently as you pulled the blankets away from the mattress. Getting comfortable as your back were on the bed with Clive

"Let's sleep, my darling~"

"Yes, (Y/N)..."

You turned your back as the blanket were covering both you and Clive. Waiting for Clive to sleep and smiling softly to yourself. Not realizing your mistake as Clive pulled you closer to his chest, your back on him. Feeling his hand caressing your ass, you mewled in pleasure but immediately covers your mouth. Continuing to caresses your ass before Clive slapping it, you felt your ass jiggled lightly. Blushing even more as you turn over to face Clive. Unfortunately for you, you were met his chest and looked up at him. Clive smirks as you pouted cutely at him, telling him to keep his hands to himself. Ignoring your words as Clive decides to pulled your whole body on top of him. You were about to say something until.....

"My wife, do you know what today is?", you looked confused, which Clive chuckled as he caresses your cheek with such care and love. Making you almost forget on what he was doing to you earlier.

"No....I don't..."

(Y/N). Today is Valentine's day", Clive smiles gently at you, your eyes widened as you realized your silly mistake. You sighed as you shaked your head in disappointment. Feeling bad for not knowing about that special day....

"You're right! I'm so--", Clive didn’t allow you to speak any more as he kissed you passionately, swallowing your soft moans as his tongue roams all over yours. Rubbing your back before squeezing your ass once again. Tapping his shoulder as you want to take some air, Clive continues to kiss you before pulling away from you. Small drops of drool falls down from your lips as you look away. Thinking to yourself that you want to....dominate him....before he can devour you to ecstasy....

You began to strip off your clothes as Clive watches in delight, enjoying your naked body in front of him. Worshipping you as his only goddess and no one else. He can't help himself as his hands goes to your hips and waits patiently, behaving like a golden retriever.

'Huh...Clive is acting cutely like that...reminds me of Torgal....', you smiled as you shaked your head in disapproval.

"Hey, I don't want to be the only one without clothes here. C'mon, my sexy, charming knight~", you grinned as you giggled, seeing your Clive nodding rapidly as he pushed you down to the bed softly. As if you were made of glass and doesn't want to hurt. Feeling lucky to have him as your only husband. All of his clothes were taken off, exposing his well- toned chest as your cheeks burn from looking at him and his abs. Gulping as you felt yourself getting more turn on and covering your mouth again. It is rare to see his genuine smile as he always has a stoic yet serious face. You still love him though and you absolutely love how he'll listen to you.

Clive pulls your hand away from your mouth, kissing your fingers for a few seconds before leaving one last kiss on your ring. Feeling your eyes tear a bit from his sweet affection and smiles.

"Allow me to ravish you, my lovely (Y/N). I want to suck and taste your sweet cum.", he huskily said to you, feeling yourself getting wet as Clive spread your legs open for him. Going down on you and kissing your thighs, moaning softly as you closed your eyes in pleasure.

"C-clive! I w-want to....go hard on your....face....please..."

"Do it, my wife. I don't mind. Don't hold back!"

Clive didn’t need to tell you twice as you grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy. Loud moans coming out from your small mouth as you thrust in more on Clive. His blue eyes rolled back a bit as you felt a vibrate in you, meaning that he's moaning as he continues to taste your sweet nectar.

"So good~ my Clive! Oh! Make me cum, please~", your eyes is still closed as your eyebrows furrowed in ecstacy, not wanting Clive to stop sucking and licking your pussy. Your thighs squeeze his head as his hands hold them tightly before deciding to use his hand. His fingers thrusting in your gummy walls while licking all around there. Clive felt his now, fully erect cock twitching as he wants to be in you....wanting to feel something as he lets go of your thigh. Stroking his cock as he continues to pleasure you more.

"My handsome husband! I'm gonna cum soon!", you whimpered as you felt your climax getting closer and closer. You let go of his hair as you pulled the covers of the bed, trying to hold something before releasing all of your juice on Clive. He stopped tasting your pussy and you were able to complain until he said this words to you....

"Come to me, (Y/N)!", he yelled as your (e/c) widened in astonished. You really those three words so hot, to the point of you rolling your eyes in pleasure, using your legs to bring him closer to your sweet sex. Releasing your climax on Clive, your tongue sticking out and him tasting your cum on his mouth. Feeling his beard as it tickles you but you didn't mind it. You witnessed true ecstacy on Clive's expression as his blue eyes is no longer opened. Closing them as his cute eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, wanting to taste more of your cum before you shakily moved your legs away from him. Letting him breathe as you barely noticed that Clive is still stroking his shaft, wanting to release his cum on your chest. Sucking him dry sound great for you....

"I'm so close, my beautiful wife...I'm sorry for not cu--", you instantly licked your lips seductively before kissing the tip of his cock. Clive moans as he tries to say something but words can't be heard as you continued making kissing noises to his cock before placing your mouth on him. Feeling so much pleasure as Clive cursed to himself, grabbing your hair as he allowed you to suck more deeper.

"S-shit! Fuck! You're doing so well, my love!"

You can taste his pre-cum on your tongue, you could only handle half of his shaft and use your hands to stroke the rest of it.

'So big....yet so good~"

You want to touch yourself so badly as you suck on him. You weren't sure if he can read your mind, however, he knew what you want and groaned as he leaned down on you. Gropping your ass before inserting his fingers in you, making you moan loudly on his cock. Thrusting in and out of your small mouth, apologizing as Clive give more pleasure to you.

"Hang in there, my wife. Your throat feels so good!", you allowed him to go rough on your throat, knowing that your second climax is approaching again. You didn't want this moment to end, enjoying his soft yet loud moans coming out from his mouth. You love Clive so much so you didn't mind him using your mouth. After all, he did allow you to use him as you climax on his sexy face.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum, (Y/N)!", he screamed as he came on you. Tasting his cum on your mouth, gagging a bit as you tried to swallow all of his cum. Some of them were dripping down to your breasts, Clive finally opens his blue eyes and looked down on you, panting heavily as he widened his eyes.

"Are you okay, my sweet (Y/N)?!", Clive asked you, his forefinger places on your chin, checking to see if he went too far. However, Clive immediately knew what you are going to do, feeling his cock twitch as he watches you. You stick out both your mouth and tongue, showing him that you swallow his cum. You looked so seductive and adorable to Clive...

"Look, Clivey~ I did it! Well, kinda...but it was so good ♡!", you spoked sheepish as you looked at him. Of course, you didn't realize what you just did to poor Clive. You're driving him mad but in a good way as he wants to....well....start a family with you...

Clive collapsed next to you, forcing you to be on top of him again and turning you over as you faces away from him.

'What is he doing....? Wait...Is he being serious?!', you thought to yourself as you felt his cock between your pussy and thighs, blushing more as you tried to calm down.

"Clive! I think we should sto--

You weren't able to say any more as you head a soft whimper from Clive. You turn your head quickly to him as your eyes widened as you saw how submissive he looks....your head is spinning as you start panting heavily in excitement.

"Please... FUCK ME, MY LOVE! I need you! My cock craves you and only you!", he whimpered even more as he tries to thrust in you...you stroked his cock for a bit as you keep hearing his cute moans before inserting his cock in you. Both you and Clive moaned in sync, finally becoming as one as you began to bounce on him.

"You feel so good, Clive! I need your cock to go more deeper!", you moaned as you continued riding him. Falling gently to his chest as your head turned at Clive, demanding him to go hard on you and want kisses from him too.

"Kiss me, my darling knight! Please!", you moan softly to Clive, tilting your chin towards him as his lips crashed yours. His hands were on your thighs now, thrusting in and out roughly on your pussy. Swallowing your loud moans as well as his, Clive's cock going more deeper and deeper. Then, he removed his hands from your thighs as they are on your stomach now. Still thrusting more deeper than before as your eyes rolled back in ecstacy. You pulled away from Clive a bit as you start talking to him.

"Yes! Like that, my sexy husband! I want you to fill me up!", you mewled as you felt your last climax getting closer and closer. Wanting him fill your womb with his cum, liking the idea of having kids with your only knight. You know Clive will be a great father and always cherish them as well as you. You're his wonderful, beautiful and attractive wife. Not only that, you can also protect yourself if he is not with you. Clive still wants to protect you from danger though.

"Want me to fill your tight pussy up with my cum? You might get pregnant, my love.", Clive grinned as he sees your lewd face, loving it as he looks at your smile twitching in ecstacy.

"OH, EIKONS! YES! I NEED YOUR CUM IN ME SO BADLY! LET'S START OUR OWN FAMILY, MY CLIVEY~ ♡", you moaned and panted as Clive likes your answer. Grunting as he starts sucking your neck, leaving you some hickies and chuckled. Watching you lose yourself in such great pleasure and happy to know that HE is only one who can make you cum on him. Making cute noises and just being with him forever.

"Then, prepare yourself! I'm cumming, my beautiful wife!", Clive yelled out to you, commanding you to cum on him. Luckily for Clive, he felt your gummy walls squeezing him tightly as both you and Clive climax together. His cum filling you up nicely as you have a goofy smile plastered on your face, satisfied that you were able to do get what you want. Hoping that Clive doesn't mind you asking this simple question. You and Clive calmed down from that amazing rough yet lovemaking, turning your head as you talked to him.

"Clive?"

"Yes, my wife?"

"Do you think...I will be a good mother...?", you bited your lips and wait for Clive's answer, feeling tears on your eyes. Clive kisses softly to both of your cheeks, then your forehead and your eyes. Making sure you're okay and finally, kissing your lips passionately as you respond back. Pulling away from you before one last kiss, telling you that you will be a great mother. Looking forward to start a family with you, you smiled happily as you hugged him tight even though it was very odd position. Clive chuckled as he gently removed you being on top of me. His cock is no longer in you as Clive complimented you over and over. Blushing a bit and smiled to them.

"Thank you, Clive. I am confident that I wouldn't be alone anymore. I have you and our future family my handsome, daring, charming, knight~", you spoked softly, feeling your eyes closed as you snuggled with Clive. Finally sleeping with him as he sees your peaceful face and caresses your cheek.

"No, I should be the one thanking you, (Y/N). I love you so much, my wife.", Clive smiles before he starts to slumber as well. Already have a perfect date for you and him. Hoping you'll be ready for the date and perhaps another round after the date. For now, you and Clive sleeps peacefully together. You should take your friend, Sandalphon, for teleporting you here when you see him later.

Sandalphon woke up from his slumber, questioning himself if he is hearing stuff....

The end ☆

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Gas Station Chili Dog

"You’re really gonna take your chances on a chili cheese dog from this sketchy ass gas station?" Damian asked, eyebrows raised.

"I need protein," Arias said, chewing a mouthful of the grilled abomination, "I’m starving."

"The rest of us have to sit in the car with you after you eat that," Laura groaned. "Don’t we get a say?"

"Hitting the road," Sebastian said, walking toward the family SUV. "Don’t care whose ass is or isn’t in the car."

Laura rolled her eyes. "He thinks he’s Dad."

Arias moaned and leaned forward, wrapping both arms tightly around his stomach. After a few seconds he sat back up and turned almost all the way over into an uncomfortable-looking contortion. Then, he wiggled over and leaned his head against the window.

"I feel really sick," Arias whined through sharp, rapid breaths. He was curled up in his seat with one hand clutching the grip above the window and the other massaging circles into his belly. The stench of sickly sweat permeating from his skin laid heavily in the humid air of the car. "I think I’m gonna throw up…"

"Please don’t," Damian said.

Arias gulped and leaned forward again. "When are we stopping?"

"We aren’t," Sebastian answered. "Not until we get to the cabin."

"Just take deep breaths," Cassidy soothed, turning around from the passenger seat to look at Arias. "Sebastian, pull off at the next exit."

"We’re already losing daylight as it is," he grumbled. "Just give him a bag. He’ll be fine."

Arias covered his mouth with his hand and swallowed nauseating waves of saliva. He tried taking deep breaths, a few cut short by violent heaves. He was doing everything he could not to delay the trip even further by throwing up in the car, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. He belched and retched into his fist.

"Hurry up and pull over!" Laura and Milo screamed.

"Pull over where?!" Sebastian yelled. "It’s the fucking expressway!"

"Just get off at the next exit," Cassidy said calmly, "and try to find a gas station or a rest stop."

Arias gagged and pressed his forehead into the passenger seat in front of him, trying to will the rising contents of his stomach to stay put.

Sebastian pulled off at an exit and into a nearby 7/11. Arias pushed the door open and stumbled through the entrance into the back towards the restroom, where he fell to his knees in front of the toilet and let out a guttural heave. A chunky brown stream of beef and bread gushed from his mouth and splashed into the water.

He immediately felt relieved, stood up, and flushed the toilet. He rinsed his mouth in the sink and walked out the bathroom door, bashfully approaching his awaiting siblings.

"I told you not to eat that hot dog," Damian said.

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