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nimilla · 10 days

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hi Nim! it's been a while~

I've been thinking about Sol and Aelf. How do you think he would react if he saw someone constantly flirting with her?

Let's say Kansuke (idk if it's ooc for him to flirt with her knowing she's Aelf' girlfriend) you said he was pretty bold, so even if Sol doesn't care about him, his comments can make her flustered

Hiya, Silly! Indeed, it has been a while~

Aww, those two again 💕 I miss them a lot!! <3 Oh boy, Aelfdene has gotten a little revamp, so his personality changed a little. Though it's more on when low heart events, so I wonder how things go when they first met... But let's get to the answer! ✨️

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If we're talking about Kansuke flirting despite knowing Sol is Aelfdene's girlfriend, then it's definitely on purpose to annoy/test him. Kansuke is not the type to flirt with women who are already taken and Aelf is well aware of this, but even though he knew, he can't help but feel the need to just glared at Kansuke. Either from being protective or jealous... or just don't like to see Sol being uncomfortable by Kansuke's flirts. Sol will have to say something and Kansuke will leave her be, haha.

Glare | Aelfdene (OC)

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| Threatening Glare |

Though... It's different if it's another person... For example, let's say a guy is constantly flirting with Sol, and she does not like it and tells the guy to politely back off. But some people are bolder than Kansuke, so it doesn't stop the person from flirting with her despite already being told that she is already taken, and so, it shows discomfort in Sol. Once Aelf notices this, he won't just glare.

He will become threatening either by his words or his looks. Or perhaps both.

By the way, this is a POV of the person! Yes, he can telepath with a person once they lock eyes. On the outside, he looks normal, but on the inside, he is enraged in here.

Ahem, I hope that answers the question! Sorry, it took me a while. I got sick + a headache, but I wanted to at least sketch for this ask, haha. Thank you for the question, Silly! I haven't thought about the two for a while now. I miss their wholesome relationship 🥺

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#➷ art of nimilla #farmer aelfdene #stardew valley oc #sdv oc #oc art #omg what's their ship name ?? 😭#I would put the tag in here ksadhakhdl #Aelfdene detests those who flirts with a person's wife/husband so the last one is personal for him 😅#OH YEA I was supposed to find their future kids' names and oh boy I forgot after having this blog 🥲#Uhm thank you for the ask Silly! These two are PRECIOUS!! 💕💕💕#Aelfdene changes a lot from my last update with him #I wanted him to involve more with SVE lore than RSV lore #I rarely play RSV so... yeah #I want to draw more of Aelf before his accident when time allows me..

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lovelyunholyc · 2 years

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sun damage prevention :)

fluff, gender neutral, use of "darling" and "angel" as pet names. kita is a precious being and should be treated with the utmost care.

the first time you stay the night, he's extra careful, extra quiet, so as not to disturb you when he starts to get ready for work.

it's just before dawn, the sky outside still dark, enveloping his bedroom in a silent fog of stillness.

kita disentangles himself from your limbs with all the grace and care he can muster, pressing his lips to the top of your head before peeling the blanket off of him and stepping slowly out of bed.

when he emerges from the bathroom, he's surprised to find you sitting up slightly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

he's at your side instantly, attempting to tuck you back in with soothing whispers and apologies for waking you, reassuring you that it's alright for you to go back to sleep, that he'd bring you back breakfast later if you'd like.

"work?" you whisper groggily, and he thinks it's adorable how sleep still clings to your droopy eyelids, your heavy limbs, despite your stubborn attempts at shaking it off.

kita just nods and smiles softly, sitting on the bed beside you, glad that he's at least got you laying back again. he reaches out to touch your cheek, heart swelling when you instinctively lean into the warmth of his palm, your own hand coming up to cover it, to hold it in place - as if he would let go so easily.

until that moment, he doesn't think he's ever had to do anything more difficult than remind himself he still has to get to work, that his kind of it has too much depending on him, that he can't just stay with you all day - no matter how much he yearns to, despite himself and his unwavering determination to be responsible.

you nod, too, in understanding, as if you can read his mind. he lets out a breathy little chuckle, chalks it up to your sleepiness - your eyes are barely open now.

"shinsuke?"

kita hums in acknowledgement, eyes crinkling with fondness when you reach out past the blanket he's trying to tuck back beneath your chin, to smooth over his bare shoulder, then bicep - he'd forgotten he was still shirtless.

you peer up at him with a slow, crooked smile. "don't forget sunscreen."

kita simply sighs in defeat when you prove you have no intention of going back to sleep until he leaves, but a grin melts into his features, warm and hazy.

he settles at the foot of the bed, where you're knelt behind him, rubbing your hands together to warm the cool lotion on your palms and ease the application. he feels the mattress dip as you move closer, closes his eyes in satisfaction at the gentle press of your lips to the back of his neck, the tentative touch of your palms along his shoulder blades. he shivers when you continue ghosting your lips over his skin, dropping kisses seemingly at random, but he can tell you're tracing over his freckles before dutifully massaging in the sunblock, making sure to coat his skin evenly, paying careful attention to the places you know will be most exposed. his neck, his shoulders, down his arms.

you leave a final kiss to the spot right behind his ear, smiling to yourself at how his head tilts instantly to give you more access. you can't help but slide the tip of your nose down the slope of his neck to press another to his shoulder, delighting at the shiver that ripples gently through the rest of his body.

you move away suddenly, scrambling off the bed to root through your bag.

"darlin'?" he watches you curiously, admiring the fit of his missing shirt on you, amused at the concentration furrowing your brows and pursing your lips. you're adorable, and so beautiful, even with your hair all messy from sleeping and his shirt all crumpled, haphazard on you.

kita has never been particular with his clothing, but he thinks he likes this one more than the rest.

you seem to find what you're looking for, sending him a proud little smile and brandishing a small, expensive-looking bottle. "the good stuff," you say wryly, making your way back to him to stand between his parted legs, depositing the item into his palm so you can take his face in both hands, skin growing hotter by the second at the way he looks up at you, eyes shining with adoration, a tender smile resting on his pretty lips.

you grace him with another kiss, petal soft and twice as sweet, before continuing your ministrations on his face.

he inspects the bottle for a moment, a thoughtful look crossing his features (he makes sure to note its specifications so he can buy you more when you run out), before he sets it aside, large hands coming to your hips, thumbs soothing across the bone.

you kiss each of his eyelids when they flutter closed, two more for each of his brows. his face is relaxed, lips curled up lightly at the corners. he lets you maneuver his head the way you need, your touch warm and gentle. your fingertips glide smoothly along his skin, the pads of them so soft, your careful movements so comforting, it nearly lulls him back to sleep.

kita doesn't think he's ever been handled with so much care, so much love and adoration, held as if he were precious and fragile and worthy of such gentleness, made of porcelain instead of a roughened man, frayed at the edges from lifelong diligence and labor.

he is weak to your whims all the same.

if your hands were not holding him together, caressing across his cheeks and cupping his jaw, he thinks he would have fallen apart. your tenderness, your tangible love and care for him, chokes him up and makes him feel like his heart might be growing too big for his chest, how much he adores you.

if you notice his eyes are a little more moist when he opens them, you say nothing, leaning down to touch your forehead to his and sharing a smile.

"thank you, angel," he says with a nudge of his nose to yours, voice thicker than he expects it to be. he squeezes his arms tighter around your waist, looks at you so lovingly, it makes your breath hitch in your chest.

"any time, darling." you dot his cheeks with kisses, along the apples and the bridge of his nose, where you know his freckles stand out more when the sun follows that same path. "can't have such a pretty face going and getting sun damaged."

kita laughs at that, low and lovely, and it does strange, possibly dangerous things to your heart. "c'mere," he beckons, though he's barely an inch away from you - you come regardless, give way so easily when he tugs you down into his lap for a proper kiss.

when the sun rises across the field and shows him no mercy as always, kita lowers the brim of his hat over his face. he closes his eyes for a moment of reprieve, and he can still feel the touch of your lips on his eyelids, soft and sweet. when he opens them again, energy renewed, there's a gentle kind of warmth within him that has nothing to do with the sun.

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mommyfw3nd · 1 year

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More Harvey art (fit our baby Spade!)

Yes I am to lazy to draw real background

#harvey x farmer #stardew oc #stardew fanart #hes so bbg #i want to kiss his forehead #i also want to slam him against a wall #hes my babygirl #he wimpers #sdv bachelors #bby #sdv headcanons #husband #no but this old man is so fuckeble

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crafter273 · 2 days

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Indian Omens(good omens au)

Everything is similar except

Aziraphale is into laddus and kaju katlis(and chaat)

Crowley has a terrace garden(yes he still shouts at the plants)(all the neighbors get confused)

Henna red hair

I want to cast crowley into a clothes selling role(but it changes loads of the storyline)

Warlock is the son of an indian actor(preferably srk)(for the chaos)(dunno any evil actors)

Adam is the son of businessman/banker/accountant/computer engineer,madam young is a housewife

The Them are friends from school, they eat icecream from the local convenience store/eat pani puris and hang out

It would be hilarious if crowley owned an auto instead of a car, cuz 1. Anathema needs a ride and needs a share auto

2. Az and crow just hang out in the auto (will share seats,)(they have a bromance)

Anathema is a witch, in that she knows tarot

Tracy and shadwel remain the same(wasnt he a bit shorttempered?like mr brown??(from just william series)(looks at author suspiciously)

Newt is really, really bad with computers, and it doesnt stop him from still pursueing them(thats commitment)

No field of megiddo or air bases, just rent a farm or something(plenty of open green grassy land here,happy trespassing)

How iconic would it be if they had swords??and they charged at each other??

War would start a fight between the two major religions here

Famine is already doing well with their no calories only pseudofood schtick

Death is death

Pollution uhhh no idea

Feel free to add your headcannons!!

#good omens #good omens au #Indian omens #Dunno if ill write thiss #highly unlikely #I wanted to make crowley into a farmer #And now that i think of it owning a tractor would be nice #Agnes nutter is a widow who was practicing witchcraft #And there used to be a practice of burning widows when their husbands died

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starlight-farmer-ozzy · 1 month

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Welcome to Starlight Farm!

Howdy folks and welcome to my humble lil' farm!

I made this blog as a timeline of sorts to show off the progress I make towards fixin' my grandpa's ol' farm (may he rest in peace)

I suppose I should let y'all get to know me a lil' huh?

Name's Osmosis but please, call me Ozzy. I'm 26 and I use he/him. I'm a hard worker who just quit his job to take over his grandpa's old farm. I haven't been back here since I was, what 13?

God, it's been so long...

Anyways! I'm excited to go on this adventure with y'all! Let's do this!

-Ozzy <3

(Oh p.s and my mailbox is always open! Feel free to send questions or even just fun little notes! I've always wanted penpals!)

#Starlight- text #hi yes this is an rp/ask blog. I haven't made one of these things since i was probably 14?#little bit about the mod: Theo 24 he/him #i want this blog to be mostly in character so if i have stuff to say ooc it'll be in the tags or posted under 'Shut it Theo'#i'm mostly going to use this blog to document my 100% file but i might also draw little comics and write fanfiction for year 1 #i've never 100% SDV b4 so hopefully i actually stick with it #it will be modded maybe? depends on what mods i can get to work day 1. it may end up being vanilla textures with QOL mods later on lol #also i will tolerate 0 Elliott Hate :} he is my husband and i love him #stardew valley #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley oc #sdv #sdv farmer #sdv oc

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borom1r · 9 months

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boyfriend hours

#im adding a 2nd farmer so I can marry Harvey too he keeps talking abt living alone and his ten heart event was SO??????!!!!!!!!#Shane won my heart so he’ll be my husband for my main farmer but farmer 2 and Harvey will be happily married on my farm as well #idk if I’ll pull the same stunt with Elliott or if he’ll just be boyfriend 3 but Harvey is DEF getting husbanded #also the heart event w Maru where her dad’s like ‘i don’t want anything getting in the way of her future’ sir im gay and have 3 boyfriends #im very committed to them u have nothing to worry abt. im just here to look at soil samples i swear

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miutonium · 10 months

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He is so pathetic looking like look at his stupid yeeyee ass hair cut oh my god I want to raise 3 kids with him 🤧🤧🤧

#i fantasize having a farm lately and live my cottagecore fantasy #like i just want to be a farmer and raise cows and chickens and make cheese during my free time #while my nerd husband is just so clueless of farming and agriculture he just tinkers around in his garage making machines from scrap parts #this is my fantasy and i get to be delusional about it #what if I tell you i drew this man with his yeeyee ass haircut??#jk aha....unless...#asuka speaks

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mymelodyisme · 1 year

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Btw here’s a comparison :D

#it’s an older pictures because I did make the pants pinker at some point in the game #anyways here’s me posting her again because maybe my other post was to big 👉🏽👈🏽 it’s still there if anyone wants to look at it :) I drew her #a backpack too :) it’s really cute #stardew valley farmer #stardew valley #stardew shane #only cause her husband is with her ♥️ though they still aren’t technically married in game yet #OH also I finally unlocked the movie theatre and she took him on a date c:#Stardew Valley: Poochencia Farm

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aworldofyou · 2 years

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I’m still randomly heated over how Rez Dogs was called a racist show for having ALL NATIVE characters in it.

#[ I’m like for fucks sake you know why it HAD all native characters in it? ]#[ becsuse in a native society you DONT SEE MANY non natives!! ]#[ guess how many black folks I know irl. TWO. and only one lives on Rez ]#[ guess how many Afr/o indigenous people I know irl? ]#[ three. i work isn’t one and she’s my coworker borderline friend ]#[ I don’t say actual friends because as much as I want to say it you know the whole rule about coworkers not being actual friends ]#[ but we nerd out together - she’s a targ and I’m a lannister it’s all good fun I forgive her ]#[ my cousin has children with her husband but they live off rez and I don’t KNOW them well ]#[ guess how many white people I know personally? two. ]#[ but only the rich farmers zip by to get Groceries ]#[ but otherwise? aaaalll natives ]#[ there wasn’t much non natives in rez dogs BECAUSE IN NATIVE SOCIETIES GUESS WHAT YOU’LL MOSTLY FIND ]#[ ESPECIALLY IN RESERVATIONS CUT OFF FROM SOCIETY?! ]#[ NATIVES!!!! ]#[ yeah people still be shitting on rez dogs and I’m still heated ]#[ out of character / salt ] i thrive in it

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moe-broey · 1 month

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I am...... getting A Little nostalgic for Stardew Valley........ but I know it is SUCH a commitment like if I get back into that shit I'm blacking out for a month. I Cannot Allow It

#GSJAGSKAHSKSJ #i miss .... my goth stay at home malewife and my goth chickens and being the wizard's pet guy #furious and devastated you get nothing for maxing out the wizard's hearts. bullshit.#i wish you could romance the wizard......... i know there's mods but i play console LMFAO #i also miss emily... peak weird woman. she is SO AWESOEM #emily and sebastian were the ones i was split between marrying and i went seb bc i felt deeply #slotted into being a 'cisguy' and. while playing as male absolutely was integral to my transition actually #like the very start of the game i was fucking ruined. grampa nooo don't die AND you respect my identity as your grandson........ WAH #but like. i just needed something queerer. like who you're with doesn't determine who you are #but. i mean. it's MY self-indulgent male fantasy and i need MORE QUEERNESS. EXPLICITLY.#also was sobbing like.... husband AND husband..... holy shit........ gay marriage IS real and so am i .....#got slightly off topic but the fact that i was split between romancing seb or emily and also was EXTREMELY #EXTREMELY EXTREMELY WANTING TO BE THE WIZARD'S PET APPRENTICE SO SO SOOOO BAF #BAD #AND I DESPERATELY WANTED TO HAVE THE OPTION TO ROMANCE HIM #says. something about me. i think.#also my whole ass shane saga. he's not my type but i do absolutely feel for him. we can be buddies. i wish the best for you.#i am primarily motivated by chickens though i am so sorry. i am A Farmer.#IN. THE LOOSEST DEFINITION OF THE FUCKING WORD BC ALL I WAS INTERESTED IN WAS CHICKENS #I HAD SOME CROPS SEASONSALLY BUT. ALL I EVER WANTED. ALL MY HEART DESIRED. CHICKENS #also men long for the mines. and the skull cavern. i was barely a fucking farmer i was dungeon crawling 80% of it.#ALSO. LINUS. I LOVED LINUS I MADE IT MY MISSION IN LIFE TO BEFRIEND LINUS #and ALSO be his pet guy. more platonic this time but like. local young man looking for older men to imprint on #MY GRAMPA JUST FUCKING DIED. AND I'M TRANGENDER. A BRAND NEW MAN. GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!!!!

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mintmatcha · 2 months

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When you pull into the driveway, Kita is hanging the laundry. He takes his time, pulling sheets from a wicker basket and clothespinning them to the wire. In the other basket, swaddled tight, is your baby girl. She sleeps so well for a newborn- you're grateful for that.

"You're home early," Kita says as you get out of the car, voice soft so as to not wake his daughter. You hop out of the car and join him, letting your husband kiss your cheek.

"Well," You try to keep your tone level. "They told me I can't get an IUD today."

The corners of his mouth twitch up. "Oh, really?"

He kisses you again, this time on the lips, then does it again and again. You almost fall for his affections and forget that you're annoyed with him.

Almost.

"Yeah." You let out a sigh. "Turns out my womb is already occupied."

Kita erupts into a smile, all pink cheeks and straight teeth and laughter. His impatient hands urge you closer, pulling you by the hips into him, urging for another, deeper kiss- but you deny him with a hand to the chest.

"At least pretend you aren't happy, Shinsuke."

"How could I be anything but?" He doesn't take the joy from his voice. "The love of my life is giving me a second beautiful child. How far along?"

Kita hadn't been thrilled at the idea of you getting the implant. He had wanted your second child to be close in age to your first, while you had wanted a five year gap. An IUD seemed like the smartest choice for you, but it turns out your husband is faster than you thought.

"8 weeks." You playfully punch his arm, but he just laughs. "Our daughter's only 4 months! How am I eight weeks?"

"Well, farmers are good at planting seed on fertile field."

"Shinsuke!" You wrinkle your nose at that.

"I should have known." He squeezes your hips before moving his hands to your stomach. There's a dreamy, starry look in his eyes, one that makes your heart flutter a bit too hard. "You're glowing. You always glow when you're carrying my baby."

Ugh. There's the real reason you're pregnant again. Kita gives you that look and your legs just want to fall open.

"Babies," you correct. "Looks like twins."

"Auspicious."

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yanderenightmare · 5 months

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Dabi x darling x Hawks

TW: NSFW, noncon, war, soldiers, married reader

AN: kinda inspired by when British Parliament passed the Quartering Act in 1765, and those in the American colonies were required to provide housing for British soldiers, and how they were also expected to provide food, firewood, and even beer.

fem reader

Thinking about old-timey soldiers Hawks and Dabi who knock on your door with their caps in hand, plastic smiles on both their faces when asking for a warm homecooked meal – knowing you can’t refuse by order of the King.

It’s a humble cottage more than it’s a house, but the two men make themselves at home while you slowly stir the stew you’ve whipped up for them – only halfway of your own free will.

Hawks asks where your husband is, and you point to the love letters displayed on the mantle and tell them he’d been called away seven months ago.

Dabi then asks if you’ve been lonely…

You try and laugh it off as though it was a charming thing of him to say – but you’ve been feeling apprehensive ever since you opened the door – seeing their hands casually resting on the weapons by their hip as though in silent threat.

You sit with your hands in your lap while they eat. They say they’ve missed the sweetness of a woman like you – that the lads back at base don’t know how to do it the same way. And you know they’re talking about the food, but still… you can’t help but feel they’re insinuating something else.

You scream when they grab you – but it’s not like they expected anything else from a married woman – of course, a good wife would give anyone who isn’t her husband some fight – but like any woman, you’re quickly subdued by the two of them.

Their smiles are still eerily calm, even as you cry – utterly unmatched by their actions, where they squeeze into all your plush parts with unwarranted strength.

Hawks hugs you from behind, forcing your arms behind your back – his crotch planted firm against your rear, even through all the thick layers of your skirt.

Dabi is in front of you. He ripped open your blouse in the struggle – now whistling at the pretty sight of your tits while stroking his revolver up the crane of your neck, poking it into your cheek before using it to brush a wisp of hair out of your face – pretty and riddled with tears while you snivel and whimper.

He takes your chin in a strong hand, his tone smooth while he tells you to calm down – as though he's not got his loaded fire weapon aimed at you. His nose brushes yours as he croons at you through a smile – giving your quivering lips a quick peck.

Hawks’ tone is just as suave – playful even, grinning toothily, chuckling out how they just want to thank you for the hospitality as he quickly tugs the wool of your dress up, balling it all around your waist. Petting your cunt through your bloomers with your wrists gripped firm in his other hand, pinned tightly to the small of your back.

Cutlery, plates, and cups crash to the floor when Dabi swipes to clear the table – sending you hips-first against it.

The nose of his gun jabs into your nape, forcing your head down until your cheek smudges the splintery wood.

He doesn’t bother retraining you, letting the threat of his bullets do to all the talking while he unbuckles his belt, letting his uniform drop around his ankles.

He rips a gash in the thin cotton of your bloomers. They look too cute to remove. Not frilly like rich maidens wear, like in those catalogs the men will pass around if not pictures of each other's girlfriends. Yours are worker class, probably sewn by yourself from some old curtains – not meant to be erotic, but made so erotic because of it.

You’re just a simple farmer’s daughter making your country proud – is what he whispers in your ear when he has two fingers stuffed up your cunt.

It’s obvious you haven’t been fucked in a while – the two digits make you wince and, in turn, make him restless to give you the real thing. He can tell just by the buck of your hips it’s going to feel the same as fucking a virgin.

You’re quickly wet like one, too. Makes it easy for him to slide into your tightness despite your teary whines.

He lets out a heavy groan when you’ve taken him to the hilt – stays nestled there for a minute – in reverence of the tight, wet warmth he hadn’t felt in a while.

Sure, he and Hawks might have done things on cold, long, lonely nights, but nothing can quite compete with the softness of a woman in his mind.

Those precious ways you tighten up and shake from the stretch, shuffling your thighs when he kneads into your womb – soaking him with wet velvet slick.

His gun goes lazy against your back, though still very much keeping you scared in place as he lolls in and out of you at a languid pace – his chin tipped up with a sigh.

But it’s only initial relief – and once it dies down and the hunger spurs anew – he’s got his lips at your ear and his gun in your mouth – crude things flying off his lips, hips thrusting against you with the same haste of a hound in his rut – saying if he were your husband, he’d never leave your cunt and cooking – that he’d pick being buried six inches deep between your thighs than six feet deep in the dirt – sucking your cheek while telling you not to fret long over your man – how he and Hawks will help you grieve when the love letters stop coming.

The blonde is busy looting the liquor cabinet while Dabi ravages your poor cunt – but he comes back to switch with him once he finds the most expensive bottle.

It was a wedding present you’d been saving, one you’d thought you’d open the day your love would return – but Hawks cares little for the etiquette and swigs it raw from the stem as he retakes his place behind you – bathing his thick shaft with the slick sheen on your inner thighs before pressing himself inside you.

He doesn’t bother to start slow – he’d been kept waiting long enough and goes straight to pounding you deep. Kicking your legs apart – a hand buried in the cake of your ass to steady you whilst the other grips the bottle.

The table is small. Meant for only you and your man – so perfect for bending you over – just intimate enough to allow Dabi to stand at the other end with his cock in your mouth.

The whole thing wobbles against the floor as the two men have their way.

They deserted from their battalion a long time ago and have both grown pretty tired of house-hopping – and this place seems far enough removed from where anyone would bother looking for them.

Who knows, maybe they’ll stay until the war is over.

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chrisevansleftpeck · 1 year

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Little Spook

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Spencer Reid x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Reader finally starts to show just in time for Halloween and Spencer’s birthday.

You stood in front of the full-length mirror in you and Spencer’s bedroom, cradling your arms around you exposed stomach. Two months in, you were finally showing. And at the best possible time too: one hour until Spencer’s birthday.

Something stronger than love stirred in your stomach as you admired the way your baby was beginning to settle into its temporary home. But between that moment and your hormones, you didn’t even hear Spencer sit up in bed and call for you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You turned to see Spencer’s fluffy hair in an entangled mess.

You accidentally laughed at how perfect he looked even then, “Nothing. Nothing at all. Somebody actually brought you an early birthday present and Halloween spook.” You said, smiling at Spencer as he gained cognitive consciousness.

“It’s eleven pm, did somebody stop by or-” Spencer asked sleepily, stretching to turn on his bedside lamp and join you beside the mirror.

“No.” You shook your head, biting your lip to contain your smile. “They’re right here.” You grabbed Spencer’s warm hands and pressed them against your stomach.

Spencer knew your body like the back of his hand, so he noticed as soon as his hands touched your belly. “Oh my...” He trailed off, kneeling to his knees so he could place a kiss on your stomach. You felt him uncontainably smile into the kiss. “Well hello.” Spencer whispered into you.

You toyed with his hair as he spoke to your stomach. “Somebody wanted to tell their daddy happy birthday.” You smiled, twisting a curl around your finger. You stood comfortably as a short silence followed before hearing small sniffles come from Spencer.

Affectionately, you reached for your husband’s chin, tilting his head up. Spencer stood up to throw his arms around you in a tight hug. “Thank you so so much.” He cried into the comfort of your neck, rubbing your back as he did. “Thank you for carrying the best birthday present I could ask for. Your body is so amazing.” He pulled away, wiping away his tears. Yet, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your stomach.

You tried to make some joke to ignore the tears building in your eyes. “Maybe she’ll grow if you talk to her more.” You laughed then climbed into bed, letting Spencer pull the covers away and tuck you into bed beside him.

“How about I work on that and you work on resting for two.” Spencer suggested. You nodded into a yawn and peacefully snuggled into Spencer’s chest, letting him rest his hand on your tummy and swiping his thumb over it, telling his baby about all of the Halloween outfits he has planned for it.

Spencer rattled off ideas started at age twelve all the way down to the baby’s first Halloween, which you forced yourself to secretly stay awake for so you could fall asleep with the complete story. “And finally, first year is a cow, for sure. That way Mommy and I can be farmers and you can be our baby cow- which is called a calf, by the way. So technically, we’d be farmers and you’d be a calf.” Spencer seemingly ended his story before exhaling a long withheld breath and whispering his goodnights. “Goodnight, baby,” He whispered to you, placing a small warm kiss on your cheek. “And you too, little spook. I’m gonna get you back for this early surprise.” Spencer whispered and quietly laughed into his pillow, careful not to wake you and his baby.

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pucksandpower · 7 months

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Hi hi. Hope your taking care of yourself. I just want to ask on the grid kids series can i request the drivers being mistaken as grid baby's parents... like shes out with them where people dont know who they are and they get mistaken for being her parents. (you can choose any two drivers if u wanna write it)

Grid Kids: Mistaken Identities

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the grid kids learn that sometimes seeing two men with a baby can make people draw the wrong conclusions

Series Masterlist

Max and Charles: Disney Princes

“Why do I feel like we’ve bitten off more than we can chew?” Charles groans, adjusting the collar of his prince costume as they step into the magical world of Tokyo Disneyland.

Max smirks, tugging at his own princely garb. “Because you were easily swayed by a toddler. But why did I let the two of you drag me into this too?”

Your daughter skips ahead, twirling in her Cinderella dress, utterly delighted. “Princess!” She chirps, pointing to herself, and then at them, “Princes!”

Charles laughs, ruffling her hair. “Yes, yes, but remember, you owe me big time.”

Suddenly, a small horde of children swarm around Charles, their eyes wide with awe. “Prince Charming!” One of them squeals, reaching out to touch the hem of his outfit.

Max can’t help but chuckle. “Look at you, a hit with the kiddos already.”

Charles, looking mildly panicked but trying to keep his composure, kneels down, offering his best princely smile. “Hello, little ones. Are you enjoying your day at the castle?”

While Charles is surrounded, a couple approaches Max, eyes flickering between him, Charles, and your daughter. “You three make such a cute family! How long have you and your husband been together?”

Max chokes on his spit. “Oh, no, we’re not — I mean, he’s not — we’re her brothers, not fathers. And we’re definitely not together.”

The woman’s cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “Oh! I’m so sorry. My mistake.”

Charles, now free from the throng of kids, joins in, “It’s alright. Happens a lot more than you would think.” He winks at your daughter, “This princess has a way of wrapping everyone around her finger so I can see the confusion.”

Max and Charles immerse themselves in the Disneyland experience, fully embracing their roles as makeshift royalty. They take pictures, go on rides, and even join your daughter for a tea party at Cinderella’s Royal Table.

While leaving, a staff member waves, “Goodbye, Prince Charming!”

Charles raises an eyebrow, “Which one?”

Max smirks, “Clearly, they meant me.”

Your daughter grins cheekily. “Both Princes. My Princes.”

Mick and Lance: Horsing Around

“Why is she covered in hay?” Lance looks down at your giggling daughter who has a spot of dirt on her nose and straw in her hair.

Mick picks her up, attempting to brush it off without much success. “Because someone wanted to roll around with the bunnies.”

She claps her hands together. “Bunny soft! And pony! I want pony!”

A farmer passing by overhears their conversation, a knowing smile on his face. “That's how it starts, you know?” He nods towards Mick and Lance, “My daughter wanted just one pony and now look around you — turned into this whole farm.” He chuckles, looking at your daughter with fondness, “Seems history is repeating with your little one. She’s clearly got her daddies wrapped around her finger already.”

Mick chuckles, scratching the back of his neck, “Oh, we’re not her dads. We’re her brothers. Just trying to spoil her a bit while we can.”

The farmer looks slightly surprised but grins, “Ah, my bad! You looked so domestic and I assumed. But a word of advice from someone who’s been through it … those little eyes? They’ll have a whole farm following you home if you’re not careful."

Lance nods in agreement, “She gets her charm from our mom.”

Your daughter, however, is undeterred. “Pony! Please, please, pony!”

Lance tries to be stern, “I don’t think Mom and Dad will let us get a pony.”

But her big eyes and pout should be illegal.

They cave instantly. “Okay, okay! We’ll see what we can do,” Mick promises.

As they head home, Mick turns to Lance, “You realize we can’t actually get her a pony, right?”

But Lance just smirks. “Watch me.”

***

Later that evening, you’re sipping tea when a rather unexpected sound catches your attention.

Neighhh.

You rush to the window, eyes widening at the sight in front of you.

Lance meets your eyes sheepishly, “So ... we might’ve made a tiny impulsive decision ...”

Mick is holding a bedazzled harness belonging to the animal in question, “Tiny? It’s not exactly a chihuahua.”

Your daughter rushes to you, grinning from ear to ear. “Look, Mommy! Pony!”

You sigh deeply, “I leave you two in charge for a few hours and apparently we now own a pony?”

Mick shrugs, “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”

Lance adds, “We just couldn’t say no to her!”

You laugh, pulling them both into a hug with your daughter sandwiched between. “You boys are impossible. When did you become such softies?”

“Just following in your footsteps,” Mick smirks. “You know, spoiling the ones we love."

Lance nods, “Guess it runs in the family.”

Lando and George: Busy Bees

“Is she ready?” Lando asks while leaning over to check his face paint in the mirror.

George adjusts his fake antennae headband. “I still can’t believe you convinced me to wear this.”

Your daughter runs in from behind them, flapping her tiny bee wings with a big smile on her face. “Bzzz! Bzzz!”

Lando laughs, “Look at you, the cutest little bee in the hive!”

He then whispers to George, “At least we match.”

George groans, “Yeah but did we really have to be flowers? It’s bad enough that she’s got me trick-or-treating for the first time in twenty years.”

As they set out, the trio attracts many admiring glances, especially when your daughter toddles up to houses, holding out her little bucket and adorably attempting a “Trick or treat!”

At one house, an older lady opens the door, gasping with delight. “Oh my! What a beautiful little family! You and your husband have done such a wonderful job. Your daughter’s costume is simply adorable!”

George’s cheeks flush under his floral face paint, “Oh, uh, we’re not a couple. We’re her brothers!”

Lando waves his hands, “Yeah! No couple here, just brothers. He’s too annoying to date anyway.”

The lady looks slightly taken aback but quickly recovers. “Oh, my apologies! It’s just so rare to see two young dads out and about. Anyways, here you go, little bumblebee.” She drops a handful of candy into your daughter’s bucket.

The night continues with more misidentifications, George and Lando taking it in stride but also bickering about who gives off more of a dad vibe.

George pokes Lando, “I told you, dressing as matching flowers makes it look like we’re together.”

Lando rolls his eyes, “You’re just embarrassed because Mrs. Thompson from three houses down thought we were a couple.”

George grins, “Well, maybe if someone didn’t m insist on holding my hand to guide me ...”

Lando splutters, “That was to stop you from tripping over a pumpkin in the dark! Besides, look, she’s having the time of her life.”

Your daughter just continues her “bzzing,” happily collecting candies and compliments.

When they return home, a mountain of treats in tow, your daughter shows off her loot with pride.

Sebastian greets them at the door, laughing as he sees their costumes. “Looking good there!”

George mumbles, “At least we’re on brand.”

Lando grins, “Exactly! Team Bee for the win!”

Your daughter, energy not even slightly dimmed, runs up and hugs Sebastian, “Daddy! Bzzz!”

Sebastian chuckles, “My little bee. Did you have fun with your brothers?”

She nods vigorously, “Bzzz!”

You shake your head in amusement. “Alright, my buzzing bee, time for bed. And you two,” you point at George and Lando, “thanks for being such good sports. Even if you did look ridiculous.”

George and Lando are already on their way to raid your vanity for makeup wipes. “Anything for our little bee,” Lando says with a wink.

The Parents and the “Parents”

Charles runs a hand through his hair, “So, Y/N, Seb ... you won’t believe how many times Max and I have been mistaken for a couple when we’re out and about.”

“Yeah,” Max chimes in, “apparently we give off strong young dads in love vibes.”

Lance sighs dramatically, “Don’t even get me started! Mick and I took her to the park a few days ago and this lady actually asked how long we’ve been married and when we adopted her.”

Mick nods, “She even recommended a couples’ yoga class for us. Said it helped her and her wife reconnect for personal time during parenthood.”

Lando, trying to stifle a giggle, pipes up, “George and I were given a book called The Ultimate Guide for Gay Dads by our new neighbor. She said it really helped her son and his husband.”

George gestures wildly, “We even got invited to the local dads’ weekly barbecue. I think we’re honorary members now.”

You burst out laughing, “Oh my god, I can’t breathe! This is priceless.”

Sebastian chuckles, “I think it’s sweet that our daughter has so many loving dads. We’re setting a new norm here.”

Max grins, “I always knew I had a paternal side.”

Charles nudges him, “More like you just can’t bring yourself to say no to her.”

Lance admits, “That’s true. Is this a good time to apologize for the pony in your backyard again?”

Everyone turns to look at Mick, who shrugs, “She has the best puppy eyes, okay?”

“It’s a gift really,” George agrees. “I tried to do the same face to Lando to get the last slice of pizza but all he did was laugh at me.”

Lando retorts, “That’s because your puppy eyes looked more like you were constipated.”

Suddenly, the laughter is interrupted by a small voice. Your daughter toddles into the room, holding a toy race car in one hand and a doll in the other. “Why do you all have funny faces?” She asks, her innocent eyes widening.

Sebastian picks her up and sits her on his knee, “Well, little racer, we were just talking about how sometimes people think that your brothers are your dads.”

She scrunches her face in confusion, “But that’s silly! They’re still your babies too. How can they be dads?”

You laugh, “You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. They definitely still act like children sometimes.”

The six indignant whines of “we do not” you get in return don’t really do much to help their case.

But you love your kids anyway. All seven of them.

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