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sweetadonisbutbetter · 23 days

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Can I have a lmk Wukong x sick!FEM reader?

OHH MY GODD YES ☹️☹️☹️ my first ever husband in LMK yes i would please taking this and grovelling at the ground like a mad man. it has been a while since I have watch LMK so i apologize if he is OOC ☹️☹️

Can you get off me? I'm dying. | Sun Wukong x Sick!Fem Reader

relationship: romantic Warnings: mentions of throw up, reader being sick

You didn’t think that you were going to get sick. From friends around you canceling plans to the strangers around you apologizing for their slowness. It seemed with the changing of the seasons, everyone was getting sick. For a while, you thought you and your boyfriend were safe, being secluded in the mountains super far away from the city made it hard for either of you to get sick. However, when MK arrived for training, sneezing a little more than usual, your hopes of not getting sick plummeted down the drain. Once you accepted that you would get sick, you made Wukong get you stuff to prepare.

You stocked up on copious amounts of cough medicine, allergy pills, tissues, teas, soups, and anything else you thought you would need. You just wish it wasn’t this bad.

Panting over the toilet, you wipe away any throw-up that fell onto your chin using your other hand to flush it, not being able to stomach the look of it. You stand up slowly, afraid of falling since you are already feeling dizzy. At a full stand, you made your way to your sink to wash your face and hands. The cool water felt much colder against your warm face. Sighing in relief, you stand at the sink for a moment, letting the sink run as it touches your hands.

You couldn’t help but think about how shitty you feel. You felt both hot and had the shivers. You felt so lightheaded and your head was hurting so bad that you just wanted to lay down under your blankets. Your legs and arms felt like jelly from your muscles growing weak. Your nose was stuffed to all hell and you had to breathe through your mouth, leaving your lips chapped and throat dry.

If someone walked in on you, they probably would have thought you were dying.

You feel your knees go out under you, your body reaching its limit for the amount of standing you could handle for today, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turn off the water and go to a full stand, looking at yourself through the mirror. Even from a glance, someone can tell you felt like shit.

Somehow your eyes look like you get 30 minutes of sleep every night, eye bags so dark and heavy. Your normally natural and done hair looks like you haven’t taken care of it in weeks. Your skin was looking paler while your nose was rosey.

“I feel and look like shit.” You murmur to no one in particular. You bring a hand to your face, pulling down on your face a bit, opening one eye a bit more. Sighing, you dropped your hand down to your side and left the bathroom to head to your shared bedroom. Entering your room, you didn’t even think twice before collapsing on your bed. Reaching for your phone on the bedside table, having left it there after you hurriedly ran to throw up, you mindlessly scrolled on your socials. After a while you began to feel sleepy, so you put on a random video and got comfortable, promptly knocking out.

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You woke up hot and suffocating as if you were wrapped in weighted 12 blankets stuffed with rocks. You try to shift the weight off you, trying to catch your breath. However, it seemed to have other intentions as you felt arms and something else wrap around you. The feeling of something slim wrapping around your waist told you all you needed to know.

“Ugh…Wukong, please get off me.” You groan and try to push him off. He shakes his head, which was buried into your chest, and holds you tighter. You lift your head to look at him, only seeing the mess of golden fur that was on the top of his head. He also lifts his face from your chest, and smiles up at you, before his smile drops.

“How are you feeling, peach-Holy shit, you look terrible.” He states bluntly. Rolling your eyes, your head dropped to your pillow as you put a hand on your face.

“Thanks.” You tell your boyfriend sarcastically. “I also feel it.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment as both stay where you are. You sniffle, attempting to hold back any mucus that was trying to escape, and you feel Wukong loosen his grip. Thinking that he was listening to you, you lift your hand and notice that he was leaving the room. You take a big sigh of relief, happy now that your heavy-ass boyfriend is no longer suffocating your body. However, you were now feeling way colder with the absence of his body heat, so you grasped at your sheets and wrapped them around you. After a while, you feel yourself begin to fall asleep again.

Before Wukong burst into the room, bags of takeout in his hands. Startled by the sudden noise, you shoot up out of bed and look at your boyfriend like he is crazy (he is). He doesn’t say anything, rather making his way to his side of the bed and taking a seat.

“Did you just get that?” You ask him as he begins to unpack the food.

“Duh.” He says, pulling out a large tub and looking at it closely before handing it to you. You take it from his hand and look at it. The warm tub had Pigsy’s restaurant logo on it. You look at him again as he hands you another thing. This looks more like a thermos, confusing you even greater.

“What did you even get?” You ask, turning the cup to inspect it, trying to figure out what he got you. You hear him huff before he tells you.

“Pigsy was the one who made it for you. All I told him was that you were feeling ill.” You look at him with a look.

“You didn’t ask?”

“No. He was making it free of charge.”

“Okay…What is with the other boxes?”

“Oh. These are for me. I got hungry while I was waiting.” Wukong says before smiling at you, his tail curling a bit. You roll your eyes and adjust yourself to sit upright comfortably. Placing the thermos down on the bedside table, you open the tub and see that it is filled with chicken congee. Your stomach rumbles and grumbles, causing you to realize that you are running on an empty stomach. Mentally thanking Pigsy, you began to dig in. While slightly bland, it was helping with the upset stomach and it was also warming you up along the way. You hum as you eat, the warmth of the food and it overall hitting the right spot, you didn’t realize that you finished it. You look sadly at the empty tub, wishing there was more. You hear Wukong laughing at you, causing you to look at him and see him slurping on noodles. Pouting slightly, you put the empty tub back in the plastic bag and reached for the thermos. Smelling it, it seemed like a tea of sorts with some cinnamon and jujube. Already familiar with the blend, you began to drink it slowly, being careful not to burn yourself.

By the time you were done with your tea, Wukong was done with his numerous boxes of food and you were once again sleepy. Wukong takes the trash and thermos out of the room as you slide down and get comfortable once more. Shifting on your side, you wiggle around for a bit, before you feel like you hit the sweet spot. Tummy full, and not feeling as terrible as you did before, you kinda drift between consciousness and unconsciousness.

You hear the floor creek, causing you to open your eyes and see Wukong standing by the door. He was looking at you as if he was asking for something. Already knowing what he was going to ask for, you rolled your eyes and lifted the blanket, inviting him.

“Come on,” You say as he smiles and is in your arms within the same second. Wrapping his arms around you, he tangles his legs with your own as his tail wraps around you once again. You smile at his warmth and return the hug. The rest of your day was spent napping with your boyfriend, feeling way better than you did when you woke up that morning.

#lego monkie kid x reader #LMK x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader #☾adoniswrites #anon ask #anon request

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onyxedskies · 9 months

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heya Onyx you're gay

could I get me some Casphardt with the “Hold my hand, okay? It’s gonna be over soon.” prompt? Caspar and Linny deserve everything, especially when together (aka 99% of the time)

whuff

metty you know how to treat a guy

word count: 675 warnings: gore, death

"LINHARDT!"

He was pulled from his heal spell by the shriek, piercing through even the shrill clash of metal and explosions from Meteor. He looked around until he spotted Bernadetta, a few hundred feet away and looking around wildly. She wasn't on her horse, but was instead crouched over someone, holding them up.

Linhardt stood, activating Physic and directing the tendrils to the figure in her arms. He tried for a pulse, swallowing thickly when he realized just how irregularly the figure's heart was beating, and just how similar the current underneath it was to Caspar's.

He broke into a run as he felt the pulse falter, even with Physic activated. Bernadetta screamed for him again, but everything felt as though it was underwater when he realized who was collapsed in Bernadetta's arms, fighting valiantly through the pain.

Linhardt collapsed next to them, switching to heal immediately and pressing his hands to the wound in the center of Caspars stomach. Based on the pool of blood beneath them, a lance had left a rather nasty wound.

"Bernadetta," Linhardt said, and only then did he realize just how shaky his voice was, "go get Hanneman."

"But–"

"Go."

She eased Caspar to the ground before mounting her horse yet again, and Linhardt turned his full attention to Caspar, whose eyes were closed but pulse was getting steadier (or was he just telling himself that to make him feel better?).

There was so much blood on his hands, he realized as he pressed harder, urged more magic into the wound, tried to heal the ruptured stomach and perforated intestines. But Heal was not a strong enough spell, and nor was Physic, even if you were as accomplished as he was. Hanneman knew Recover, but how far away was he, why hadn't Linhardt learned Recover–

"Lin?"

Linhardt gasped at the weak voice, concentration wavering as he looked at Caspar's face. "Don't–don't move, Caspar, you're not–"

"It's okay, Lin," Caspar said, and he laughed until the pain cut him off abruptly.

"It's not," Linhardt said, and dully he realized that he was crying, tears streaming down his face as he stared his childhood friend–his lover–in the eye. "It's–you're–"

"Hold my hand, okay?" Caspar said, and no, no, his voice was getting weaker, his voice couldn't be getting weaker. Linhardt did what Caspar asked, because of course he did, he could never say no to him, but he redoubled his efforts and poured every ounce of healing magic he could through his other hand. "It's gonna be over soon."

"No, it's not," Linhardt said forcefully, roughly. "You aren't going to die on me, Caspar, you can't die on me."

He didn't have to look up to know that Caspar was smiling.

"You're... you're too late, Lin," Caspar said, and no, no, no, he was losing him. His pulse was wavering again, and his voice was so much weaker, and Goddes, all he could see was deep, awful red and the beautiful bright blue of Caspar's eyes and hair.

"No, I'm not, I can't be," Linhardt said, desperation leaking through as a sob tore its way out of his chest. "You can't die on me, Caspar, you can't–"

"I love you, Linhardt," Caspar said, and Linhardt sobbed harder. "I don't think I said it enough."

"So live, dammit!" Linhardt yelled, starting the spell anew. "Live, so you can tell me until I get sick of it! Caspar!"

But Linhardt was too late. And he knew he was too late, as he watched Caspar's eyes slip closed and felt his pulse slip away, even as Linhardt poured more and more magic into his body.

By the time Hanneman arrived, aided by Manuela's Warp, Caspar was gone, Linhardt curled over his body, sobbing harder than anyone had ever seen.

"He taught me to heal," he'd whisper to Dorothea later on, when the blood was cleaned from his hands and his robes and he was sat in a chair with a cup of tea thrust into his hands. "And I... I couldn't pay him back."

#asks #metty!#onyxed drabbles #casphardt #angst #death #caspar von bergliez #caspar fe #caspar fe3h #caspar fe16 #caspar fire emblem #linhardt von hevring #linhardt fe #linhardt fe3h #linhardt fe16 #linhardt fire emblem

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emy-loves-you · 3 years

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 14

Godd***it, Virgil

Chapter 13 | Masterlist | Chapter 15

Virgil smiled as he made his way down the street. Today was Friday, 8 days since Angel bruised his face, 7 since Starlight offered to help him learn about space, and four since he and Hottie started their playful bantering/flirting. His schedule hadn’t changed much since Monday, other than the added addition of joining Hottie for lunch every day. Apparently he was one of the lead roles at the theatre he met Virgil outside of. Virgil wondered if he knew Roman. He would never ask- Roman never gave the name of the theatre he worked at, and what would he say when Hottie asked why? ‘Sorry, he’s just the guy I’ve been crushing on for the past 7 months. Don’t tell him that I told you that.’ Speaking of Roman, he had started to distance himself from Virgil. Actually, all three of them had been speaking less and less in the group chat over the past week. Virgil didn’t want to butt into their personal life, but their lack of response was starting to worry him. He didn’t have much time to worry, however, since he spent most of his days flirting with his other 3 crushes.

Virgil grinned as he opened the doors to Puppy Pastries. Angel was already out front, cleaning off a table.

Flirt Mode: Activated

Anxiety sauntered over to him. “Hey, Angel.”

Angel smiled. “Hey. Just give me a second.” Anxiety watched as Angel cleaned the table. It didn’t take too long, and Anxiety found himself humming a tune under his breath. “What are you humming?” Angel asked suddenly.

Anxiety thought for a moment. “Don’t remember.” He admitted. “I didn’t even realize that I was humming.”

Angel giggled before he grew sheepish. “Can I ask you a favor?”

Anxiety smirked. “Anything for you, beautiful.”

Angel sighed, pulling out his phone. “I’m not really text-savvy, and I tend to accidentally send things to group chats instead of the person I wanna send it to. I want to ask someone a question without letting everyone else know what I’m asking. And I don’t wanna do it through text, since I might mess it up later.”

Anxiety sat on the table. “Well, there are more ways to contact someone than texting. I assume you can’t meet them in person?” Angel shook his head. “Well, do you have another way to contact them? Like their email or address? Or you could just call them.”

Angel’s eyes lit up. “He gave me his email! I almost forgot about it! Thank you so much!” He wrapped his arms around Anxiety’s neck, nuzzling his face into Anxiety’s chest. Anxiety knew that his face was bright red. He heard someone snickering and looked up. He glared at Katherine before wrapping his arms around Angel. Angel soon let go, bouncing up and down. “Oh, this is gonna be so perfect! Wait, you didn’t order your food yet! I’m so sorry, I’ll go get your tea. What type of muffin do you want?”

Anxiety ignored the ache in his chest from loss of contact. “Blueberry, please. And it was no problem, Angel.” Sooner than he’d like, Anxiety was leaving Puppy Pastries, tea and muffin in hand.

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Starlight had apparently called in sick today. Virgil wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about the pit in his stomach. On one hand, Starlight was a good guy, and Virgil considered him a friend. On the other hand, he had only known the guy for a week, and now that Starlight wasn’t there, Virgil didn’t know what to do. He ended up going to Janus’ house, feeling a little numb inside as he stepped into the house. As he sat on the couch next to Janus, Virgil felt his phone go off. He was surprised when it wasn’t a text. An email? Why would anyone send Virgil an email? Virgil opened the email, surprised to see that it was from Patton.

To: StormCloud34 @gmail.com

From: Pattoncake @gmail.com

Sent at 12:04 PM

Hey Kiddo! I know I’ve never emailed you before, but I didn’t want the others seeing this. Valentine’s Day is in a few weeks, and I was wondering if you could do a commission for me. We all LOVE your (he)art, and I think that a drawing from you would be LOVEly!

Virgil smiled, quickly typing out a response.

To: Pattoncake @gmail.com

From: StormCloud34 @gmail.com

Sent at 12:08 PM

Sure thing, PopStar! Just let me know what you want me to draw. And you don’t have to pay for this. Consider it a gift from me to you!

Virgil sighed, turning over to face Janus. “I’m bored.”

Janus snorted, nudging Virgil slightly. “It’s not my fault that your crush wasn’t at work today. Just watch TV.”

Virgil snorted, opening Patton’s new email. “And get attached to these shitty romcoms? No thank… you.” He paused, fully looking at the photo. “Holy shit.”

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Janus sighed, looking over at Virgil’s phone. There was a picture of Lo and two others. Virgil had dropped his phone before Janus could look at their faces. “Virgil?” He was hyperventilating. “Deep breathes, Virgil. 4-7-8, remember? You can do it, Virgil.” It took a full 20 minutes for Virgil to breathe evenly, and another 10 before he could speak properly.

“That’s them.”

Janus frowned. “Yes, that’s Pat, Lo and Princey. Pat sent you that picture.”

“No, that’s them,” Virgil said, looking up. He looked close to hyperventilating again. “That’s Angel, Starlight, and Hottie. All of them.”

Janus stared for a few moments before sighing, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Goddamit Virgil.”

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Later that day, Logan heard a knock on his door. He opened the door to find Janus on the other side. The man handed him a small package. “Happy early birthday. I have the feeling that you’ll find this gift quite… informative. It may answer a few questions and concerns of yours.” With that, he walked away.

Logan opened up the package. Inside was a disk. The cover had three men posing dramatically. The words The Dark Sides were written on the top in jagged lettering. Logan’s focus was immediately drawn to the figure in the middle. He wore a tight black hoodie and black skinny jeans. His hair was styled to cover most of his eyes and he wore dark eyeshadow under his eyes. There was no mistaking him. I have to tell the others.

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Janus stepped into his car, a satisfied smirk on his face. Since it was Janus who gave the CD to Logan, he would associate it with Janus and Virgil. Once he recognized that Janus is Deceit, he would realize that Virgil is Anxiety. Then, he would realize why Virgil kept it a secret, make Virgil confess, and live happily ever after (*bleh*).

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Virgil was still at Janus’ house when he got a text.

L- (1:04 PM) GUYS

L- (1:04 PM) THAT HOT GUY THAT’S BEEN FLIRTING WITH ME AT THE LIBRARY?

L- (1:04 PM) [*Photo Attachment*]

[Photo is of the Dark Side’s Album cover]

L- (1:04 PM) THAT’S HIM

R- (1:05 PM) HOLY SHIT THAT’S THE GUY WHO’S FLIRTING WITH ME!

P- (1:05 PM) SAME!

R- (1:05 PM) We’ve been flirting with a rockstar

Virgil groaned, burying his head in his hands.

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Janus stepped into the house, having left around an hour ago. He noticed Virgil’s form and glanced at the younger man’s phone as it went off.

L- (1:06 PM) HE’S THE GUY THAT SANG LIES

L- (1:06 PM) HOLY SHIT. I FLIRTED WITH THE GUY THAT SANG LIES

R- (1:07 PM) HOW COULD THIS GET ANY BETTER?

Janus calmly walked upstairs to his room, Remus lying on the bed. He grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a book, and began pounding his head on it.

“STUPID! FUCKING! USELESS! GAYS!”

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#useless gays #sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Reader feeling neglected because Erik works too much.

Warning: Mentions of SMUT, Bratty, fluff, short imagine

It was hard for Y/N to understand that her man, Erik Stevens, was such an influential and important man in Oakland and Wakanda. Being the prince of Wakanda and the CFO of the Wakandan Outreach Center has him working long nights, traveling, and exhausted whenever he got home. In the beginning, Y/N didn’t have a problem with Erik taking on this huge responsibility but now, she couldn’t stand it.

She hated feeling jealous and neglected whenever she saw him on TV or got a FaceTime call from him that he won’t be home until around 8 PM because of an important meeting. Food sitting in the microwave growing cold, their favorite show airing on TV and now she couldn’t fully enjoy it because he wasn’t home, and let’s not forget the kisses, hugs, cuddles, nasty talk from her man, and the mind blowing sex. No sex so far for a few weeks. Not one “I’m sorry” and “I’ll make it better” from him fixed how she felt. It was so bad to the point that she wished she didn’t quit her job as a Flight Attendant to be with him. He traveled more than her. Currently, Erik was in Washington DC with his assistant and that boiled Y/N’s blood.

Erik’s assistant, Nivea, didn’t know a thing about personal space. Whenever Y/N would go to the Outreach to have lunch with Erik, Nivea would be in his office, sitting on the edge of his desk laughing and giggling when she should be working. Y/N could see right through her, the chick was feeling her man heavy. What if they stayed on the same floor in the hotel and she slipped into his room at night? Y/N couldn’t help but to think bad thoughts.

It was around 8:50 PM, Y/N decided to get out of bed and cook Erik’s favorite meal, Jamaican Oxtails with butter beans. Besides sleeping in his dress shirts that fit her like a nightgown, cooking Erik’s favorite meals always made her feel better. She set the timer on her Crockpot before walking towards their living room to sit back and listen to their “Nasty” Playlist. Y/N put it on shuffle play and the first song that played was The Dream- lV Play. Now, she was having flashbacks to when her and Erik had sex to this song. It was in the back seat of his Lamborghini Urus. She could still feel all of him going deep inside of her while she rode him to the beat.

“I miss my baby!” Y/N whimpered, hiding her face in a pillow, “WE miss our baby,” She spoke to her pussy which was currently wet and in need of attention. Her favorite vibrator that she nicknamed Home Alone didn’t even entice her. She was so sick of using that vibrator on her clit. That’s what happens when you haven’t had a mouth on your pussy. If it was 9:10 PM in Cali it had to be about 12:10 AM in DC. Her man was probably knocked out, sleeping naked like he preferred with the windows open and his blanket wrapped around his waist. Now she was picturing him in his durag. That shit drove her crazy.

“Ugh, fuck it,” She hadn’t talked to him since earlier that day when they left a live conference. Y/N grabbed her phone, paused her music, and called Erik. It rang twice before the line clicked.

“Hello?”

Y/N felt her heart sank to her stomach.

“Nivea? Why are you answering Erik’s phone-where is my man?”

“I can’t hear you quite clear...are you breaking up?”

“Nivea,” Y/N spoke with warning. She felt her nerves spark, “Put. Erik. On. The. Phone. NOWW.”

“Huh?” She spoke with a confused voice.

“BITCH! PUT ERIK ON THE FUCKING PHONE!”

The line clicked.

“Are you serious?!” Y/N dialed the number back, her leg shaking and breathing deep. She wanted to punch a hole in the wall. It rang and rang until it reached his voice mail.

Beep.

“DO YOU WANT ME TO CATCH A FLIGHT? WHY IS NIVEA ANSWERING YOUR DAMN PHONE, ERIK?”

She hung up.

“Oh my GODD,” Y/N groaned loudly. She decided to FaceTime call Erik to see if he would pick up that way. She watched her phone screen with pure rage. No response.

“Fuck that I’m blowing your shit up since you want to have bitches answering your phone.”

She couldn’t keep track with how many times she called Erik. It had to be a little over 20. To alleviate her stress, Y/N got up to check on the Oxtails. She was hoping that would make her feel better but the smell of the tasty food made her think about Erik. She was really considering catching a flight to DC and confront him in person. Why would he have another woman answering his phone? Especially when your woman is home alone and missing you like crazy.

Ring Ring

The moment Y/N heard her phone ringing she closed the crockpot and ran to pick it up.

Erik.

“Erik?!” Y/N asked hysterically.

“Baby, what’s up-“

“Don’t what’s up me,” Y/N could feel her hands shaking.

“You called me like...20 times.”

“Yeah, I did. Why the fuck is Nivea answering your phone?”

“Wha-shit, I left my phone with her at our table to talk to T’Challa-“

“What table? And you don’t leave your phone lying around, Erik. That bitch answered your phone!”

“We’re out for drinks right now to celebrate the Outreach in DC-“

“I don’t give a fuck about that! WHY DID SHE- Erik why would you do that?! She hung up on me and everything!” Y/N could feel her voice crack. She was about to cry. Her eyes prickled and her lip trembled. She felt betrayed. If Erik is in DC partying and celebrating she should be there with him. Why did his assistant have to go?

“Baby, Listen, I’ll straighten her out, I promise you that,” Erik tried to put on his smooth voice to calm her down but it wasn’t working. Y/N wanted to rearrange her face.

“You need to fire her is what needs to happen because when I see her I’m beating her ass, Erik. You don’t answer somebody else’s phone especially MY MANS phone you don’t do that-when are you coming home?”

“Not until two days from now,” Erik let out a defeated sigh, “listen, I’ll do whatever needs to be done to fix this. If that means I have to get rid of Nivea as my assistant then I will.”

“That is what it means, Erik, I want you home and I want her gone, okay?” Y/N wipes her eyes.

“I got you, ma, I love you. I’m sorry shit is the way it is right now-“

“I really miss you and I feel like you’ve been neglecting the way I feel about this. I haven’t had you to myself in over two weeks, babe. I want you now.”

“Baby, I can’t leave right now-“

“Make it happen!” She knew she was being bratty but she couldn’t help it. Nivea screwed her up even more.

“Y/N...who are you talking to?”

“YOU. I want you on a flight home now-“

“Ma,” Erik laughs but it was a vicious laugh, “Girl...I understand you’re upset...but don’t talk to me out of pocket. If I take a flight home now I’m spanking that ass into the next day.”

“Whatever,” She laughed loudly to calm her nerves, “You think that shit scares me? I’d be glad to have you spank me at least I have some type of contact from you!”

“Don’t act like a fucking brat over the fucking phone-“ Erik stopped himself, taking meditating breaths, “I am at an important social event, babygirl, I won’t be out of here until maybe 2 in the morning. I have to put on a smile, and ride this shit out until I’m back in my hotel suite. As soon as this suit and tie comes off I will be in bed, FaceTime with you, reciting a fucking love poem if I need to. Hell, I’ll plan a trip right now to Barbados for us in that Villa I have in the mountains. We can get away for weeks. How does that sound?”

All of it sounded promising. Weeks away with Erik to herself. Hikes in the tropics, laying out in the cabana, swims in the ocean, sex under moonlight. That was perfect. Y/N needed Erik to make up for the decrease in affection between them both. He was so hard working and his relationship with T’Challa improved a lot since what happened in Wakanda. Her man was happy about the success and he felt like he was doing something genuinely good this time around. The second time around. Y/N thought about his accomplishments and now she felt like she was being selfish.

“Y/N? Baby?”

“I’m still here...just thinking.”

Erik lowered his voice. Now that she listened closer on the phone, she could hear people in the background and gogo music.

“Daddy fucked up?”

She felt her body go slack, “...No, I’m just being needy that’s all.”

“Nah, ma, Daddy fucking up. How is my baby really doing?”

“Bored. We miss you,” She felt herself blushing.

“Who’s we?”

“This pussy and myself.”

“Oh, damn, baby...why are you doing this to me right now?”

Y/N sat down on the couch, bringing the collar to Erik’s dress shirt to her nose to smell, “Because I miss my Daddy touching me.”

“Baby,” Erik’s voice was so soft spoken, “You are being a very...very...bad girl right now. Be a good girl for Daddy and wait until I get back to my suite.”

“Daddy, I don’t want to be a good girl for you.”

“Don’t make me tell you twice, Y/N.” He warned with a gruff tone.

“Okay,” Y/N pouts. The smell of Erik’s Creed Adventus cologne made her squirm. It felt like he was wrapped around her with his big arms.

“That’s my good girl. I gotta head back, try to stay up for me, you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Y/N beamed.

“Aww, baby, I miss you so fucking much. I just wanna see you, and hug you, and hold you, and kiss you.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to sit in his lap and feel him get hard for her and show him just how much she missed him. Shit, she would be on her knees in front of the door to suck her Daddy’s dick before he even put his bags down.

“I miss you and I love you too, Daddy,” Y/N kissed Erik through the phone multiple times, “Don’t forget to call me, Daddy.”

“I promise, love. Daddy isn’t going to forget about you.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m craving you.”

Erik laughed, “just imagine how good it’s gonna feel when I fuck that little pussy. Because you’ve been waiting for it for so long I gotta take care of you.”

“Daddy,” she moaned.

“Shit,” Erik grunts, “Aight, I gotta get off this fucking phone. If I don’t ima end up busting a nut at this party and you know what Daddy’s working with so…”

“I don’t need another reason to beat Nivea ass.”

“Behave, Baby, I got this.”

“Mhm, just hurry home. I love you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

She stared at that call ended screen with annoyance. Now Home Alone sounded a lot better this time. He definitely owed her multiple orgasms when he got back.

@tgigoldie @soufcakmistress @chefjessypooh @chaneajoyyy @pananegra @theblulife @becincere @blaqwidow91 @fish-outta-watah @eyeknowmywrites @crowngold @njadakillthiscookie @blktinkerbell @luvanxi @sheisexcellent1 @chocolatedippedinhoney @brandithecrystalgem @dababydababydababydababy @soulfulbeauty19 @btitannaaa @sunkissedebony97 @youngblackndgifted @harleycativy @rbhp @thee-germanpeach @thadelightfulone @bugngiz @palmstreesallday @skylahb @bakaris-shorty @nizzle-mo @truglori @queenflaws @ljstraightnochaser @nickidub718 @vikkidc @thehomierobbstark @rent-emspoons @abluestethoscope @abeautifulmindexposed @fd-writes @chasingsunlight @sickaddiktions @munteanhore @xo-goldengirl @tiava143 @33kiara @honeytoffee @asiasblackworld727 @momobaby227 @informalmelancholy @soulshinechronicles

#nahimjustfeelingit-writes #killmonger smut #killmonger fic #killmonger fanfiction #killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader

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everykindofnerd13 · 4 years

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“Hey baby, you wanna get out of here, maybe go back to my place?”

“Uh actually-“ Eddie began but was cut off.

“Come on, we can go, have a little fun.”

“I’m-“ Eddie began again, but cut himself off when he felt Richie approach behind him, his arms landing to intertwine around Eddie’s waist. He knew it was him the second he got a whiff of Richie’s stupid caramel apple aftershave. He had never been so happy to smell it in his life.

“Hey Eds, who’s this?” Richie asks, his voice seemingly kind, but Eddie could sense the protective undertones.

“Uh-“ he was cut off again.

“Eddie? So that’s your name, what do you say cutie?” Eddie felt Richie tense even more and moved a hand to lay on Richie’s forearm next to his own hip.

“I’m Uh, I’m here with him,” Eddie explained, nodding back at Richie. Richie scowled from over Eddie’s shoulder.

“Oh come on, just one night, then you don’t have to speak to me again, unless you want to.” Eddie almost gagged, he hated being hit on. It always made him feel sick. Richie rubbed his stomach a few times to keep him calm, then spoke to the guy.

“Hey, do you mind leaving us alone, think he’s made it pretty clear he’s not interested, and I think I’ve made it pretty clear, that he’s mine.” Eddie flushes at Richie’s choice of words, his cheeks growing a dark crimson color, that complimented his own tan skin nicely.

“Oh come on, there’s plenty of fish in the sea!” The guy reaches forward, obviously about to touch one of them, but Richie yanked them both backward abruptly. He held Eddie, who was shaking now, to his chest and glared intensely at the male who’s name he didn’t even know.

“You’re right so go find your own godd**m fish, this ones mine.” The guy finally backed off at Richie’s assertive tone. Eddie let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, then quickly turned around in Richie’s arms, clutching the other closer in an attempt to calm himself. Richie rubbed his back soothingly and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Do you want to leave?” He asked, and Eddie gave a pitiful nod.

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byuns-coco · 5 years

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Bias Tag 🖤

I was tagged by @isearchedtheyooniverse 😍

Thank You so much Sweetie for tagging me, it was FUUN.

And I’m tagging.. @exolsuniverse @hyunniebaeked @almondeyes-biased @baekhyunsguardianangel @ohsenhun @bibbidi-bobbidi-boo-ya 🧡

Rules: list 10 biases and then answer the following questions. It was so hard to do that list, godd..

Byun Baekhyun (EXO)

Kim Namjoon (BTS)

Park Chanyeol (EXO)

Park Jimin (BTS)

Jackson Wang (GOT7)

Min Yoongi (BTS)

Kim Junmyeon (EXO)

Mark Lee (NCT)

Kim Hongjoong (Ateez)

Im Jaebum (GOT7) <i dont know him that well but im head over heels for this man, watch me falling in love more>

Between 1 & 4, who would you rather kiss?

Baekhyun and Jimin

I think.. neither of them, because my love for them is a platonic one, non physical connection.. For them it’s like they’re my the sweetest sunshines and angels, idk how to explain it.

Between 2 & 7, who would be your best friend?

Namjoon and Junmyeon

Why I have to choose? God, love them both so much! Uhhh, probably Namjoon because he is my ideal hubby type and i think we have many things in common, i’m so sorry Myeon.

Between 5 & 10, who has the better voice?

Jackson and Jaebum

It’s hard because one of them is into rap and other into vocal.. I can’t choose. I like their voices the same. Jackson has this unique deep sexy voice and Jaebum has a great scale of his.

Between 1 & 8, who is the funniest?

Baekhyun and Mark

AGHH, MY SILLY BOYS, make me happy all the time bc of theirs sense of humor. But it’s Baek, i’m whipped and his laugh is the prettiest in the world.

Between 6 & 9, who would you date?

Yoongi and Hongjoong

I think I’m more into Yoongi. I have a big sweet spot for this man and I'm attached to him longer.

Between 9 & 10, who would you collab with?

Hongjoong and Jaebum

Collab?? I’m not doing any singing boys. I let them make a collab together, that would be cool.

Between 4 & 8, who is the best dancer?

Jimin and Mark

So sorry Mark, Prince Jimin has dance in his veins. Godddd, i love watching him move those hips.

Between 3 & 5, who would you most likely marry?

Chanyeol and Jackson

OOOOFOFF, THE SEXIEST MEN IN INDUSTRY WHY.......... But umm, for me it’s Chanyeol. He makes me feel things in my stomach, i don’t know, his voice and gaze... For me everything in him is screaming “HOT” and his sensitive side, it’s a deadly combination for me. Oh my and his passion to things he do. He has so many turn ons.

Between 1 & 7, who would you nurse when sick?

Baekhyun and Junmyeon

Baby Baek......... I would love to babied him, cover him with a duvet and stroke his fluffy hair. :ccc Junmyeon probably would be more independent and want to take care of himself.

Between 2 & 3, who has the better smile?

Namjoon and Chanyeol

Masters of the dimples? How.... They’re both too cute with it. Maybe Namjoon, in the end he has my whole heart.

Between 6 & 8, who would you rather vacation with?

Yoongi and Mark

BOTH???? HOW COOL WOULD IT BE? We would laugh together, probably do some crazy shit bc of Mark (maybe Yoongi would stay at the hotel room to sleep some more) and in the night we would go for the drinks, bc of Yoongi’s passion for them, whisky is totally okay with me Mister.

#tag game #tagged #kpop #mutuals

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rachel-bloom · 5 years

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i just want friday/saturday to be over god like i feel SO sick to my stomach bc i’m scared of failing and it’s so stupid like why am i not capable of having faith in myself and my abilities like GODD

#god god godd

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thearianaplace · 2 years

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little blessings | part 1

“you okay, little buddy?” blake asked, looking over to ariana.

she was leaning back in her oversized red chair with her elbow rested against the arm rest and her forehead in the palm of her hand. if he was honest... she looked like shit.

“i don’t feel that great,” ariana said, her voice soft and weak sounding.

“are you sick?”

“i don’t know.”

“you’re looking a little green, are you okay?” kelly asked as she walked up to ariana’s chair.

ariana shook her head. “i don’t feel godd. i don’t know what’s wrong,” her voice cracked.

“what are you feeling?”

“my stomach hurts, i feel like i’m cramping in my back, i’m starting to feel pressure in my vagina. i don’t know what it is.”

“are you... pregnant?”

“no... why?”

“it sounds like labor.”

“well it’s not because i’m not pregnant and definitely not full term. look at me, i’m a size two.”

“is there a problem over here?” a producer asked as he walked over.

“we might need medic over here,” kelly said. “she’s not feeling good.”

“i’ll send them over,” he said before jogging away.

ariana let out a small groan, her hand over her belly. “god, these cramps don’t help.”

“is anything else getting worse?” kelly asked.

“the pressure. i’m feeling weird, i’ve never felt this before.”

“is this a female thing?” blake asked.

“kind of,” kelly said, holding ariana’s hand. “it’s gonna be fine, medics are gonna see what’s going on and they’ll get you to the hospital.”

ariana whimpered as her eyes watered. “ow...”

just seconds later, a large gush of fluid splashed from between ariana’s legs to the platform of her chair.

“what the hell was that, did you just pee?” blake asked.

“her water just broke,” kelly said. “you’re having a baby, kiddo. there’s no question about it.”

“i can’t be, i’m not pregnant,” ariana sobbed.

“what do we have?” a medic asked as he rushed over.

“she’s in labor. her water just broke but she didn’t know she was pregnant,” kelly said.

“alright, let me get a gurney and we’ll take her to the medic office so she can have some privacy.”

“i’ll just carry her,” blake said, picking ariana up bridal style.

“woah, what’s going on?” john asked as blake and the medic walked past him.

“we’re having a baby!” kelly said, running as fast as she could in her heels.

“who’s we?”

“ari.”

john followed the rest of them and stayed out of the way while blake place ariana on an exam table.

“ow!” ariana sobbed.

“i’m gonna lift your dress and give you a pelvic exam,” the medic said.

“please hurry, the pressure is getting worse!”

“let’s have production cancel for tonight, we can make the show up if we need it,” kelly said.

“no, please don’t,” ariana said.

“we can’t do the show without you,” blake said.

“but thye’ve worked so long and so hard to get the final results.”

“they can work longer, you’re more important that someone winning a singing competition,” john said.

the medic quickly took some scissors out of a drawer and cut ariana’s underwear off, causing her to scoff.

“why’d you do that?” ariana asked. “i could have just taken them off.”

“we want this done as quickly as possible,” the medic said. “this might be painful.”

“i don’t care, just get it done, i’m already in pain.”

it took about fifteen seconds, but the medic finished the exam and nodded.”baby’s coming. you’re starting to bulge so that means baby’s crowning and it’s not waiting.”

“how does someone go an entire pregnancy and not know they’re pregnant?”

“it’s not unheard of. there’s a whole show about it,” kelly said.

“i’ll get an ambulance here, but we’re gonna have to start before they get here,” the medic said as she dialed 9-1-1. “i’m gonna need an ambulance at nbc studios immediately. we have a woman in labor. she’s crowning and won’t make it to a hospital... her name is ariana, she’s 28 and she didn’t know she was pregnant so we’ll need an emergency newborn kit... thank you. we appreciate it. please don’t alert the media, we need this done as quickly and quietly as possible... thank you.” she hung up and upwrapped a large paper blanket that resembled a puppy training pad, putting it on ariana’s stomach. “alright momma, let’s get this baby born. if i can have the boys help push her legs back we can get started.”

“that means we’re gonna be face to face with her personal space,” blake said.

“it’s not a big deal, i’ve done this before,” john said, getting into position.

“but i haven’t, let alone for her.”

“it’s just a vagina, i don’t care,” ariana said. “i need this baby out yesterday, get down there!”

“what do i do?”

“put your hand on the arch of her foot, bend the knee and push towards her chest,” john said as he demonstrated.

“alright, let’s get this baby here,” the medic said. “are you ready?”

ariana nodded as kelly held her hand.

“push.”

ariana took a deep breath and pushed, letting out a small grunt.

“good job. baby will be here fast, you’ve got good pushing power. keep pushing.”

she took another breath and pushed.

“look at that beautiful head of hair,” john said.

“it already has hair?” ariana asked, breathlessly.

“lots of it. black, thick, and super curly.”

“alright, i want you to stop pushing and breathe through this part, i don’t want you to tear,” the medic said. “just relax for a minute.”

“how the hell do i relax with a whole ass baby coming out of my pussy?” ariana asked.

“just breath. this is the hardest part,” kelly said.

after a few minutes of gentle maneuvering on the medic’s end and lots of sobbing from ariana’s side, the medic nodded. “okay, gimme a push.”

ariana pushed, grunting as she squeezed kelly’s hand. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whimpered.

“you’re doing so good, keep going,” kelly said.

“baby’s almost here and it’s beautiful, keep it up, you got this,” john said.

“one more push. the strongest and longest you can manage,” the medic said.

ariana breathed for a few seconds befor taking a large breath and pushing as hard as she could.

“good job, keep going, just a few more seconds.”

if it was possible, ariana pushed even harder and let out a groan of relief when she felt the pain stop all of a sudden. not even a full second later, there were small, shrill screams filling the room, causing ariana to sob.

“there’s that beautiful girl,” john said as he and blake let her legs down gently.

“it’s a girl?” ariana asked.

“a gorgeous little girl.”

“congratulations, momma,” the medic said, laying the baby on the paper pad and cleaning her face off before scooting her up to ariana’s chest.

“oh my god, she’s beautiful,” kelly said.

ariana let out a small laugh through her crying. “hi, munchkin...”

“good job, momma,” john said.

“can someone call dalton?”

“i’ll call him,” kelly said. “where’s your phone?”

“in my dressing room on the makeup table.”

“you boys take care of her.”

“we will,” john said, taking kelly’s place by ariana’s side. “little girl, you took us all by surprise.

kelly ran to ariana’s dressing room, immediately going to the makeup table and scrolling through her contacts. she finally found one that said ‘mr. gomez’ and calling him.

“hi babe,” dalton answered.

“dalton! hey, it’s kelly,” kelly said. “we had a little emergency with ari. she’s okay, but she’s gonna be transported to the hospital.”

“what happened?”

“it’s something she should tell you. she’s okay though, she’s with medics right now.”

“i’ll meet her at the hospital. tell her i love her.”

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“it took them forever to let me in,” dalton said as he rushed into ariana’s hospital room, not even noticing the baby in her arms. “what happened?”

“she did,” ariana said, looking at their daughter.

dalton stared at the baby for a few seconds. “...what?”

“we had a baby.”

“how?”

“lots of crying and pushing.”

“i thought you weren’t pregnant. last time we had a scare, the test was negative.”

“apparently not negative enough.”

“wow,” he whispered, running his finger over the baby’s cheek.

“you wanna hold her?”

dalton nodded. “yeah, lemme see my girl.”

ariana handed the baby to him, smiling as she watched him with her.

dalton held his daughter carefully, staring at her as she slept. “hi...”

“you’re a daddy,” ariana said.

“i’m a daddy. that is... something.”

“weird, right?”

“totally weird.”

“i still can’t believe it and i’m the one that pushed her out.”

“how do you feel?”

“a little sore, kinda tired, but okay. i’m in love with her.”

“she’s beautiful... she has so much hair.”

“explains all the heartburn.”

“what’s her name?”

“well... i was thinking of mackenzie... after mac. if that’s okay with you.”

“why wouldn’t it be? mackenzie’s a nice name.”

“because she’s being named after my ex boyfriend.”

“he was more than just your boyfriend. he was your best friend, your partner in crime, your soulmate. he some an important and special person to you. if you wanna name her after him, we’ll name her after him in his honor.”

ariana’s eyes filled with tears. “you mean it? you’re okay with it?”

“i think mackenzie is perfect for her,” he said, kissing her forehead.

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“oh my god, let me see my niece,” frankie said as he rushed to the door as ariana and dalton came in with ariana holding mackenzie and dalton carrying the carseat.

“you’re third in line,” ariana said. “nonna gets her first and then mom. where are they?”

“kitchen.”

ariana made her way to the kitchen, immediately making her way over to nonna and kneeling in front of her. “i have someone that wants to meet you, nonna... this is mackenzie marjorie gomez,” she said, carefully placing the newborn in her grandmother’s arms.

“she’s so tiny,” nonna said. “i don’t remember you and franky being so small.”

“cause we weren’t. she’s only five pounds. healthy, but tiny,” ariana said standing up and hugging joan. “hi, momma.”

“how are you feeling?” joan asked.

“still sore, but nothing enough to complain about.”

“i’m so proud of you. she’s beautiful. i’m sorry i couldn’t be at the show that night.”

“it’s okay. i had a lot of help from kelly, blake and john. it happened so fast there was no stopping her from coming. blake’s still complaining that he saw my vagina. john’s helped chrissy with birth so it was natural for him.”

“i’m glad you had them. i just wish one of us had been there for your first baby.”

“there’s always the next one in a few years.”

“go a head and take her babydoll, she’s getting a little heavy,” nonna said.

“i’ll take her,” joan said, gently taking her granddaughter from her mother. “oh, look at you... all mom plus hair.”

“i’m glad she’s not bald, i had a weird head,” ariana said, sitting at the kitchen table with nonna.

“she feels a little squishy, i’m gonna go change her butt.”

“okay.”

ariana smiled as nonna held her hand. “i missed you, nonna.”

“i missed you too,” nonna said. “why’d you name her after me?”

“because ou’re an important person to me. i wanted her to know her namesake. we can change it if it bothers you.”

“no, i like it.”

“you’re the start of our bloodline. you’re our matriarch, you started it all. you’re the reason we’re all here, including her. maybe she’ll be a matriarch one day.”

“i’m honored. she’s adorable.”

“cuter than i was when i was born.”

“thank god.”

#ariana grande #drabble #dalton gomez #blake shelton #kelly clarkson #john legend #nonna grande #nonna #marjorie grande #joan grande #little blessings

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