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willalove75 · 10 months

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Alcina request - reader does labor while she watches from the shadows (or maybe her balcony) + nsfw thoughts of reader. Y/n is cutting wood for the fireplaces so the maids can keep the castle warm for the daughters <3

Love this!! Thanks so much for the request!!💕💕

Lets get into it!!

Warnings: masturbation

18+ Only Minors DNI

The morning sun was low in the sky on this chilly Sunday afternoon. Fall has begun to give way to winter so the Dimitrescu girls have been locked inside of the castle until spring.

Lady Dimitrescu is sitting at her vanity wrapped in one of her robes fixing her hair. In her head she's going over all of the things that need to get done, deciding which tasks on her to-do list can wait until tomorrow. It's not often where the Countess gets a day to relax so when the opportunity arises, she does what she can to take advantage of the situation.

*THWACK*

The Lady is pulled from her thoughts when she hears the sound. Pausing for a moment she goes back to the list in her head.

*THWACK*

She closes her eyes for a moment, trying to remain calm.

*THWACK*

Bringing her fingers to the bridge of her nose she prays that the noise outside her bedroom window stops. She doesn't hear the noise for a few seconds and picks up her teacup.

*THWACK*

Lady Dimitrescu all but slams her teacup down and walks over to the windows.

*THWACK*

Unable to see where the sound is coming from, she steps out onto her terrace and looks down. She's taken aback when she sees you raising an axe over your head driving it down and splitting a piece of wood.

*THWACK*

"What on the black gods green earth is she doing?" She mutters to herself.

Unless you work in the kitchens or are assigned to other important roles, usually all maids have off on Sundays to do what they please. Most make their way down to the village or spend time in the maids quarters. Some venture out to the library but for the most part the maids keep to themselves and relax. Watching you outside, in the cold, splitting wood on a Sunday morning was definitely out of the ordinary.

The cold air felt good on your heated skin as you chop the wood. You noticed that the wood pile was running low and the temperature was supposed to drop pretty drastically tonight. The girls, Bela, Cassandra and Daniela, can be hurt by the cold, killed even. It was something you learned early on when you started working at Castle Dimitrescu. In the late fall and winter all windows are to remain closed and every fireplace must be attended to. There's a few maids who are assigned the task but when you mentioned it to them this morning they waved it off and said that it was a problem for tomorrow and headed out to the village. It was something that rubbed you the wrong way, first of all, their tasks weren't complete. Secondly, it's not like running out of firewood would be harmless, it could kill the Countess' daughters. Yes, they were a lot to handle, a lot, but you couldn't understand why the maids thought it was okay in the least to even risk running out of firewood, especially when it's supposed to get so cold outside tonight. So you took it upon yourself to chop some wood, it's something you've done before, but haven't had to do often. You know you're going to be sore tomorrow but in your eyes it's worth it.

Chopping a few more logs you start to sweat more. Glancing around quickly you don't see anyone around so you pull your long sleeve shirt off and toss it aside leaving you in your pants and your camisole. For a moment the cold air bites at your exposed skin but the chill cools you off so much that it's refreshing.

Alcina watches you as you lay the axe against the stump you've been chopping the wood on. She's relieved for a brief second thinking that you're finished until you pull off your long sleeve shirt, wearing just a camisole underneath it. Watching you as you wipe the sweat from your brow, you grab the axe, put another log on the stump, raise your arms and swing.

*THWACK*

When the Countess was looking for a new handmaid you were in the running for the position. She ended up choosing another maid but now she can't quite remember why she didn't chose you. She is captivated as she watches you, she watches the muscles in your back and shoulders move with each swing, how the beads of sweat make your skin glisten in the morning sun, your strong arms, your delicate wrists. She pictures herself pinning your wrists above your head with your back against the wall. She lights a cigarette and closes her eyes, deeply inhaling, exhaling through her nose with a low growl.

*THWACK*

She opens her eyes again and watches you toss the logs onto the pile you've made so far. You've managed to chop a decent amount of wood for the short amount of time you've been out here. Deciding that a few more should do the trick, at least until tomorrow when the person who is supposed to keep the pile stacked refills the rest.

Lady Dimitrescu's attention is pulled away from you when she hears a small knock on her door.

*THWACK*

She turns and goes back inside, the door closing behind her.

Tossing the wood into the pile you see something out of the corner of your eye. Looking up you see the door to the Lady's terrace shut and movement in the window. The morning sun rays are reflecting off of the window too much for you to be able to see inside but you could have sworn that it was her. You begin to pick up the logs and bring them to the pile. Stacking logs in your arms, you go inside and start placing small piles near the fireplaces that are running low.

"Enter." Lady Dimitrescu says, taking a seat at her vanity.

Her new handmaid, Maria, comes in. A tray in her hands with a fresh pot of tea.

"Good morning my Lady."

"You can leave it over on the table." She says, waving in the direction of the table.

*THWACK*

"Is there anything else you need from me, my Lady?"

*THWACK*

Turning her head towards the sound once more Lady Dimitrescu takes a moment before she responds.

"Why is that maid chopping wood outside? I don't believe that is her assignment."

Walking over to the window Maria sees you.

"Oh, yes I saw her speaking to the maids this morning about that. She was gathering wood to tend to the fireplace and noticed that the pile was running low and when she talked to the girls that are responsible for keeping it stocked, they brushed her off and went down into the village. They said that's a 'tomorrow problem.'"

Lady Dimitrescu's eyes narrow at Maria.

"Do they know how cold it's supposed to get tonight?"

"Yes my Lady, y/n had mentioned it."

"And they know my daughters are susceptible to the cold? That it could very well kill them?" She says through gritted teeth.

"I'm not sure my Lady," Maria says nervously. "I don't want to assume, but given their assignment and the fact that every maid is made aware of that, I don't know how they don't."

A growl erupts from Lady Dimitrescu's chest, an anger bubbling inside of her. How can they not care about her daughters safety? About their lives when they were assigned to do the one task that keeps them safe.

"When the maids left, y/n took it upon herself to restock the wood pile, to at least have enough to last through the night." Maria says.

"Very well. That's all." The Countess says, dismissing the maid.

Lady Dimitrescu goes back to the window to find the axe laying against the stump, the logs you cut and the shirt you discarded gone. Her mind wanders back to the sight of you chopping wood. Your glistening, blemish free skin, how she would love to sink her teeth into it. How strong your back and arms looked as you wielded the axe above your head. Your beautiful face, your strong legs. A familiar feeling begins to develop between her legs deep in her core.

She's not sure if it's because of the fact that she hasn't been satisfied in a little while or because of how you looked out there, or because of how you went out of your way to make sure her daughters were safe. Or perhaps it was all of the above. All she knows is that if you were in front of her right now she would throw you onto her bed and ravish you.

The ache in her core grows so she decides to take care of herself before it gets too out of hand.

Making your way through the castle you replenish the wood in the library, the sitting rooms, and each of the girls bedrooms. You decide to take the last stack to the Lady's chambers since you had extra and her room was nearby.

Laying on her bed, her nightgown tossed aside, the Countess works her fingers in and out of herself, replaying the image of you in her head over and over again. Her other hand massages her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between her fingers. Just as she's beginning to feel her orgasm build there's a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" She asks, annoyed that she was interrupted.

"It's y/n, my Lady. I have extra firewood if you need for your room."

Lady Dimitrescu gets up and pulls her robe on, loosely tying it around her waist so she's covered, but open enough to leave little of her chest to the imagination.

The door opens and you look up to see the Countess. You have to snap your mouth shut when you look up to see her in her robe, her large breasts barely covered.

"Enter." She says standing aside. You walk into her room and place the wood next to her fireplace. The click of the door closing gets your attention and you turn to see the Countess slowly walking towards you, like a predator stalking its prey.

"Was that you I saw outside chopping wood this morning?" Her voice is stern.

You stare at her speechless. She did see you. You're not sure if you're afraid or aroused or both.

"Speak pet. I don't like to be kept waiting."

"Y-yes, my Lady."

"I heard you alerted the maids whose responsibility it is to keep the wood pile stocked that it was running low and that the temperature was going to drop significantly tonight, when they did nothing, you took it upon yourself to do another maids work. Is that correct?"

You're fucked, she's pissed, you know it.

"Yes my Lady." You say, your voice barely a whisper.

"Why?"

"Be-because I know the cold can be dangerous to the Ladies of the castle and I-I didn't want any harm to come to them."

You're convinced that she's going to end you right then and there.

"How sweet of you, my little pet." You're taken aback when you realize how soft her tone is. Expecting her to be condescending, you don't sense a hint of it in her voice. She steps up to you, her golden eyes boring into your soul. "Would you like your reward?"

"Reward?"

"Of course, you spent your day off doing physical labor to keep my daughters safe. What kind of Lady would I be if I don't offer you a reward for all of your hard work and dedication?" You stare at her blankly, unsure of what to say. "I'll give you a few options then. You can either take extra vacation days, receive a monetary reward, or, another special reward." Her long fingers dance along the edge of her robe, down her sternum, between her breasts. She pulls the robe open just a touch more and her fingers come to rest at the loosely tied knot at her waist. "So pet, what will it be?"

You feel like you're hallucinating, there's no way this is happening. Of course you've admired the Lady from afar, almost every maid has. But to have her offer you herself as a reward? Did the axe smack you in the head?

Lady Dimitrescu leans forward, her face just inches away from yours. Your eyes flicker to her breasts hanging in front of you, barely covered by her robe anymore. Her gold eyes steal your attention and you notice her pupils dilating.

"Which reward pet? I already told you once, I don't like to be kept waiting."

"Sorry my Lady." You say quietly. "Um," you want to say the special one but suddenly you feel horribly embarrassed. "I-I" Your cheeks turn a dark red that rivals the lipstick painted across her full lips.

"Cat got your tongue?" She teases, her voice low and velvety. The only thing you can do it nod. "Is it the vacation you want?" You shake your head "no." "The money?" Again, you shake your head "no." She smirks, analyzing your face. "Is it the special reward?" You shake your head "yes" this time. "Use your words little pet."

"Y-yes, my Lady. Please."

"Excellent."

She places her hand on your chest and pushes you against the wall in one swift motion. The air gets pushed out of your lungs when you're slammed against the wall. Lady Dimitrescu wraps her hand around your neck and lifts you up against the wall until you're eye level with her. To your surprise, she hasn't cut off your airflow, holding you tight enough to effortlessly lift you, but not enough to choke you. Her knee parts your legs and she presses it up into your core, a whine escaping your lips when you feel her push into you.

She releases your neck, keeping you pinned against the wall with her body weight and her leg. Grabbing your wrists, she pins them above your head against the wall with one of her hands, her other hand firmly grasping onto your waist under your shirt. Her lips brush against yours, you can feel her hot breath on your face. You feel your core begin to throb and hope she doesn't feel it against her leg. Lady Dimitrescu closes her eyes and inhales deeply, she can smell your arousal. Her pupils are blown out when she opens them, the corner of her lip curling just a little.

Her hand under your shirt leaves your skin and she brings two fingers to your lips. Parting them, she slides them into your mouth. Your eyes widen when you taste them, something on them, were you tasting her?

"I was in the middle of something when you knocked on the door. As disappointed as I was to be interrupted, I was happy to see that it was you. I'm sure you can taste what watching you out there did to me. How lucky am I that now I get to have you all to myself?"

She pulls her fingers from your mouth. You're only able to let out a small whine before her fingers are replaced with her tongue. She pulls back with your lower lip between her teeth, pulling a moan from your lips as she does it.

"Now I get to do all of the things I fantasized about."

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whimsicalwritingsandmore · 5 months

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Want You Back | ateez x reader

Pairing: werewolf!ot8!ateez x werewolf!reader

Genre: fluff mostly, romance, poly, a little angst?

Warnings for this chapter: none

Word Count: 2702 words

a/n: hello!! so I was able to edit a lot today. :') I'm hoping to have the next chapter up by Sunday! Let me know what you think about this chapter, I would love to hear your thoughts on this one! Happy reading! <3

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Chapter 4

You felt off all day.

It was something you couldn’t explain. Out of nowhere that morning, you woke up with a slight headache and a sudden uneasy feeling that refused to go away until late in the afternoon. It was Friday, and you decided to close early due to your bizarre state. You planned a night-in with some warm tea, hearty soup and a marathon of a new series you started.

Currently, while finishing up cleaning the tables and organising the chairs, you paid no attention to anything and swayed mindlessly to the soft music in your headphones with the fresh scent of lavender filling the room which you were using to wipe the tables down. Your friends had already left for the evening and the skyline of Seoul provided a composed and serene atmosphere, one which you were very grateful for at this time.

You pondered the cause for your sudden headache and a spike in anxiety. Werewolves rarely got sick, the main reason may be because of exhaustion, but as far as you could recall, you weren’t over-exerting or pushing yourself too hard. While the beginning of your journey was far from effortless, you paced yourself when it came to facing challenges. Because you knew if you overworked yourself, especially since you were still recovering at the time, Jisung wouldn’t hesitate to tell Chan and Minho. You could handle Chan but you were afraid of an angry Minho.

As you continued to lose yourself in your thoughts and music, you didn't hear the bell of your cafe ring. However, you felt your emotions suddenly shift and there was a rapid electric rush through your body. Following it was a pull you knew all too well.

It couldn’t be?

You spun around and halted at the figure in front of you. He was still slightly dripping wet, his hair damp and his clothes stuck to him but his face glowed beautifully. His eyes sparkled and he panted with a slight smile beginning to form as he looked at you in awe and admiration.

Song Mingi, your soulmate, and one of the loves of your life stood in front of you in the flesh. It had been six months since you last saw him and the last time you saw him was during the worst times of your life, one that took a lot of therapy to start unpacking. Luckily, Chan knew someone who helped you immensely in deconstructing all the walls you had built.

You thought a lot about this moment, coming face to face with one of your soulmates and unravelling all the feelings and emotions that had been buried inside you for so long. There were times when you wracked your brain with so many different scenarios, playing out what you would say, how you would act and your responses when they responded. You hoped to prepare yourself for the imminent confrontation but truthfully, you were far from well-prepared.

As Mingi approached you cautiously, you were stumped. So many questions began to flood your mind. What are you supposed to do? Should you be aloof and standoffish? Should you start yelling? Should you run away, let Chan handle it and never look back?

The main question you had was, did you harbour any hate towards Mingi? Hate was a very strong word and you couldn’t begin to fathom hating one of your mates. Yes, you were hurt, angry and disappointed in them but part of you didn’t want to throw in the towel just yet. If there was any possibility for reconciliation, you were willing to try, albeit you wouldn’t go easy on them.

Something you learnt in therapy was that relationships are a work in progress. It’ll never be perfect like you were told growing up and it didn’t necessarily have to be set in stone with you not having a choice about it. You did in fact have a choice, and while you still believed fate had a role in bringing people together, a real relationship requires showing up, learning from mistakes, taking accountability and trying again if both parties truly care for each other. If not, you knew you had to face the harsh reality of walking away even if it broke you.

You wanted to make it work with your soulmates, and Mingi was the one out of your eight mates who you were closest to after Hongjoong. He was the second one you had bonded with and spent a lot of time together before meeting everyone else. You would describe him as your tall alpha with a soft heart and sweet personality. He wore his heart on his sleeve, he’s a tenderheart and big softie who would seek you out to share his snacks with because he didn't like to eat alone. He struggled with his self-esteem because being the middle child had him being forgotten a lot. You were there along with the boys to give him comfort and show him his worth. Song Mingi is the tenderest, sweetest and softest person out of the entire pack.

"Mingi..." you murmured.

"Y-Y/N..." his voice broke out in a raspy tone.

The moment he spoke snapped you out of your daze. You just wanted to hug him, embrace him and feel his warmth again. As your finger grazed his hand, he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head repeatedly.

"It's you! It's really you!" He cried.

That’s all it took for you to break your facade and you broke down in his embrace, sniffles and sobs racking your body. Mingi just pulled you closer.

"Don't cry, don't cry angel. I know I have a lot to apologise for. I-I can't even b-begin to explain it. There are no e-excuses for my actions. I'll make it up to y-you. No matter what, I won't ever hurt you like that again."

You felt the sincerity in his words. You knew he was being sincerely honest. You weren't ready to forgive him - you both still had to have a proper conversation about everything. But for now, you wanted to have this moment with him, after so long you finally had your Mingi again.

It took a while to peel Mingi off you because he kept refusing. He was taller than you and much stronger so it took a lot of convincing that you weren’t going to vanish into thin air once he let you go. He wouldn't even sit if you didn't. When you placed him in a chair and moved away to give him a blanket, some tea and maybe a change of clothes, he bolted upright and grabbed your hand, holding onto it for dear life.

Your apartment was right above the café. You had a few oversized jerseys in your closet as you were currently experimenting with your style that could fit him but it seemed to be futile on retrieving anything.

Mingi refused to part with you so instead he followed you foot to foot behind the counter as you pulled out one of the blankets from under the counter that you had for safekeeping for the colder days. He stood close by as you made him some tea.

Suddenly, your phone went off signalling a message. Mingi was confused by the sound and intrigued by the device you pulled out of your pocket. As you quickly checked to see who it was, Mingi quickly snatched it from you to see what it was.

"Hey—Mingi!"

Your shouts went unanswered as Mingi stared at the screen. He was confused by the interface. Who is Jisung? Somehow he exited out of that app and managed to click on Instagram. Your profile was the first page when he opened the app and his brows pinched in even more confusion.

"Is that you?" he asked

You tried to get your phone back so you could explain things to him but Mingi is taller than you.

He pressed on the picture with you and Chan. It was a harmless picture that was taken during Chan’s birthday party with the two of you posing with big smiles as you both leaned against the kitchen counter watching Seungmin and Hyunjin fight over something. Your caption was simple: Happy birthday to my best friend. However, Mingi’s instincts kicked in seeing the two of you standing in close proximity. He felt a low growl wanting to erupt from his throat, his protective senses coming in. But he noticed your smile. You hadn't smiled like that in a long time. It was only with them and the last time was probably when…he couldn’t remember the last time.

You were able to grab back your phone after accidentally stepping on his foot.

“Ow!” he cried.

“Finally.” you sighed.

"Who is that?" You could hear the pain that was evident in his voice. Even if you did want to be cold towards him, you didn’t have the heart to. It was difficult to remain aloof.

"He's my friend," you answered, "His name is Chan and he was the one who found me in the lake and brought me back with him."

"The lake? You came through the lake?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I don’t know how, all I remember is jumping in and then everything went dark. Then next thing I knew I was here.”

“That's why we couldn't find you. You were in this realm all the time?"

You hummed and nodded.

"Yeah, I…I didn't want to come home…” you stuttered, “I-I couldn't..." you trailed off.

Truth be told, you weren’t 100% certain what to expect from Mingi. There was so much heaviness weighing on your shoulders and in the air, that you couldn’t read what was going through Mingi’s mind or predict his next move.

Was he going to snap at you, ridicule you or berate you?

Mingi felt your uncertainty as the spark of your bond started to drop and he brought you into an immediate hug.

"I can't blame you,” he started, “We left you with a lot of broken promises, we didn't take care of you like we are supposed to. It hurts to hear that you didn’t want to come back to us but…you were also hurting a lot more than we were."

You didn’t realise the tears cascading down your face. For so long, you just wanted to be heard, understood and comforted.

"Mingi, we have to talk about all that…”

“Let’s talk now then. At least cover some bases?”

You agreed and brought the tea to a table in the far corner away from the window. You sat opposite Mingi with great effort as he was still uneasy not being able to feel your touch, you saw the way he never took his eyes off you.

You cleared your throat holding the teacup securely in your hand.

“First of all, I’m really, really, really, really sorry for not realising sooner the damage we were doing to you. I know an apology isn’t even enough. The fact that it had to take you being separated from us, for us to recognise the severity is inexcusable.” he began.

You listened intently, anxious at what he had to say.

“When I discovered how damaged our bond became, it felt like an entire collapse of my world. I don’t even know how to explain it, it was as if the one thing that kept me going was stripped away and I was operating on autopilot with no clear way ahead,” he paused, “My birthday wasn’t the same. It wasn’t a celebration, there was more grief than anything. I always told you how much you meant to me and you going missing showed me just how important you are to me Y/N. You’re my entire world and I can’t bear the thought of living without you. I hate it and I don’t want to live like that. I should have noticed my treatment towards you, I should have told the boys, I should have supported you and been there for you. I’m so sorry for failing you.”

“Mingi…”

“Hit me, yell at me, tell me as it is. Don’t hold back Y/N but please…don’t give up on me. Please give me a chance to make it up to you.”

“I…I appreciate your honesty Mingi. You seem to be sincere. I thought I would never be understood. It felt like I was drowning in a sea of my feelings. Everyday I prayed one of you would wrap your arms around me and end the nightmare I was living in. All my life…I was taught how to be a perfect mate and to consider your mate as your whole world, but when your mate forgets you, your world falls apart and you’re left stranded in a dark void with no real direction to follow. When I was running from those rogues, it came to my mind that you all were on the other side of town with Lila…”

Mingi grimaced at that realisation. You were in danger and they were so far away from you. He held your hands that were still wrapped around the teacup, rubbing soothing circles to comfort and help you gather your thoughts.

“I always thought it was my fault,” you cried, “I wanted to call out for you through the bond but I couldn’t even focus. I felt like a failure, I thought I failed at being a Luna, and so many questions plagued my mind every day and night. What does Lila have that I don’t? Why am I always a second choice? Why does Mrs Kim hate me? What’s wrong with me?”

Your voice broke as you spoke. Mingi wanted to kick himself for doing this to you. He finally saw the way you had been broken. You questioned your self worth, they made you question your worthiness. You didn’t know how you were so important, you were a precious gem to him, you were priceless.

“Nothing’s wrong you angel, if anything, something is clearly wrong with the rest of us because we’re plain idiots for making you think you’re unworthy. You deserved to be loved, adored and respected.” he answered.

“It hurts Mingi. All I ever wanted was to be someone's favourite person growing up. I wanted to be the one, you could come to for anything. I wanted to help in any way I could. I just wanted to be loved.”

“And you are loved, my love. I love you so deeply and truly, I really do. I will never let you feel that way again. As long as I live, you’d be showered unconditionally with love and respect.”

You closed your eyes and regulated your breathing to compose yourself.

“I’m willing to work things out Mingi. But you should know, I’m not sure if I trust you right now. So many thoughts come in, what if it happens again? What if -”

“It won’t. It will never happen again, angel. I know that seems like an empty promise. But it isn't! I promise you, I will make you trust me again.”

You looked at Mingi with some uncertainty. You never considered love would be like this, you always thought it would be easy. You didn’t know what was going to happen next but at least for now, this was a start.

“Tiny steps. Let’s take tiny steps then. I’ll introduce you to Chan tomorrow, he’ll help you get in contact with the others. Let them know you’re safe.”

Even after all the hurt they gave you, Mingi was in awe at the way you cared so deeply for them.

“Let’s head upstairs,” you said tiredly.

As you both made your way to the apartment, Mingi thought about everything. It pained him deeply to know the hurt they caused you. He made a silent promise to himself that he’ll be better for you.

That night, he couldn’t sleep. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him and you deserve unconditional and unwavering love. In no way, shape or form were you ever a second choice. You could never be second - you were and will always be first.

He’ll make things right again. He promised.

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formulafics · 5 months

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Las Vegas landoscar wedding blurb for the 1k or I wouldn’t even mind a full fic tbh 🤭👀🙏🫣

☆ . viva la vida | ln⁴ & op⁸¹

i’d love to deliver a full fic, but i’m incapable of that rn. that being said, here’s a blurb, and if any landoscar lovers want to take this idea on as a full length fic, go for it! <3 also this isn’t super vegas focused (which wasn’t my intent) but it’s still cute, and i sure hope you enjoy it! 🫶🏻

🎶 i hear jerusalem bells a ringing

roman chalvalry choirs are singing

be my mirror, my sword, my shield 🎶

it was a joke at first, the idea of a vegas wedding. it was one that almost everyone on the paddock made. whether it be about their own partner, a friend, others, the las vegas chapel was only a part of the vegas rage.

that being said, oscar wasn’t shocked when lando brought it up — in fact, he thought to himself of course he would. what did shake oscar though, was the realization that his boyfriend wasn’t joking. lando was serious about getting married.

“come on, oscar,” lando had said, the ‘r’ barely sounded on the end of oscar’s name, with the ‘a’ dragged out. oscar loves the way lando says his name. “we could actually get married, with the funny story of it being in vegas.” oscar was silent. what do you say?…oh.

“are you proposing to me right now?” was oscar’s response. then, just as swiftly as lando brought up the idea, he let it go. “not right this moment- actually, hold that thought.” lando said. immediately, the boy picked up his keys, kissed oscar on the cheek, said his goodbyes, and was off.

it wasn’t exactly unusual for lando to do something so impulsively, but oscar was truly stumped this time. so, all he could do was wait for his boyfriend to return, as he knew it would be no use questioning him about it. (certainly not over text. lando is terrible at answering texts.)

then, oscar gets his answer, and it should have been so obvious — a ring. lando left to get a ring.

the weekend would play out normally - as normally as it could - and sunday, after everything just fell into place naturally, lando popped the question. oscar, even though he knew he was throwing himself into a guaranteed vegas wedding, said yes. at the end of the day, he couldn’t care less about where there wedding is.

he finds that all he cares about is lando, and the fact that he’s marrying - married to lando. even now, with a ring on his finger and marriage papers signed, the pair dancing within a crowd of friends and plus ones, all his kind is on is his boyfriend- husband.

“that’ll take some getting used to,” oscar says, making lando cock a questioning brow. “calling you my husband,” oscar responds, making the brunette grin. “i’m sorry, i couldn’t catch that. i’m your…your what?” lando leans in, making oscar roll his eyes, but his smile maintains big as ever. “husband. you’re my husband,” oscar gives lando what he wants, then presses a kiss to his cheek before lando can revert to his initial position.

as lando leans back to eye oscar, it’s the australians turn to cock a brow. “and i’m your…?” he inquires, making landos smile grow. “my oscar?” he asks, just doing it to press his husbands buttons. “lando,” oscar warns, drawing out the ‘a’ in his name.

“you’re my husband,” lando can hardly get through it, a giggle making its way out of his mouth, one that makes oscar’s heart swell. he leans in and plants his lips against lando’s, to which lando hums, returning the kiss. then, against lando’s lips, oscar murmurs once more “husband.”

#✩ . op⁸¹ files 🏎️#✩ . ln⁴ files 🏎️#formula one #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 drabble #f1 fanfic #f1 x you #formula one fanfiction #f1 fic #f1 smau #f1 x female reader #lando norris #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x lando norris #lando norris x oscar piastri #landoscar fic #landoscar

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hometoursandotherstuff · 6 months

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If you're not familiar with the town of Lily Dale, New York, it's called "The Town that Talks to the Dead," b/c it is a town connected with Mediumship and Spiritual Healing. (You can also visit and vacation there.) This 1912 4bd., 2.5ba. restored Victorian home is for sale in Lily Dale. It comes with all the furnishings and is only $250K. I've experienced this town and it is amazing.

It has a spacious entrance hall with an original staircase.

We can look at the furnishings since they all come with the house. Oh, I like that red lampshade. The sitting room is very large and shares its space with the dining area.

Beautiful Victorian fireplace.

The kitchen is very nice. I like the color of the cabinetry for this home.

The current owners have this small side hall set up as a sitting room.

This is nice. Double doors open to reveal a laundry area.

A shelving unit in the upstairs hall has a ladder. Very cute.

The primary bedroom is very large and features a built-in window seat and large nook.

Spacious updated bath has a separate water closet.

The other bedrooms are smaller, but still decent sizes.

Beautiful roof top deck.

Bedroom #4 is large. There's an outside door, but the home is big and has several additions.

Cute vintage bath.

Nice deck on the back of the house.

The 2,121 sq. ft. lot is surrounded by trees that provide privacy.

The town is near Cassadaga Lake.

This is the town's Forest Temple, built in 1894, an outdoor sanctuary where registered mediums hold a free daily Spirit message service at 4PM excluding Sundays. Forest Temple is an area of spiritual, emotional and mental upliftment. In the event of inclement weather, the service is moved indoors. Listen for the bell and follow the sign.

This is the path to Inspiration Stump where mediums deliver Spirit messages twice a day.

Walk along the magical Fairy Trail on the edge of town and find some beautiful surprises along the way.

A fairy house along the trail.

The town is very friendly and full of delightfully pretty houses.

#lily dale ny house for sale #houses #victorian home #house tours #old house dreams #home tour

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hargr0vefield · 4 months

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my boyfriend steve harrington headcanons ☼

an incredible romantic

spoiling you with flowers, chocolates, letters and beyond on just a regular tuesday

really knows how to treat, and please his partner

doesn’t settle for less for you- he dares to go the extra mile

once sent a bouquet of 200 roses to your doorstep because you said you weren’t feeling so good

is very big on breakfast- always says it’s the most important meal of the day

takes you out for brunches every sunday, sometimes letting the kids tag along

loves orange juice

has tried to pick up skateboarding

he can fight off bites from the upside down bats but skateboarding has him stumped

you peered out your window one day to see him fumbling on a board, held up by max, all while being laughed at by dustin

tucks your hair behind your ear, consistently

fiddles with the locks of your hair subconsciously, usually when he’s nervous

when he stays the night, he brings his hair products. you usually end up letting him cram your hair with different oils and creams

a leader, especially in the bedroom

stays true to his word- he’s the most honest person you know

is a cat person

the way dogs jump and prance freaks him out

sneakerhead

always smells incredible

has an extensive cologne collection

is very communicative with you

always problem solving and getting to the root of any issues you guys may have

is a really bad dancer, but enjoys it nonetheless

usually drags you to the kitchen to dance regardless of if you want to or not, doesn’t matter what time it is

“steve it’s late,” “late or has the night just begun?”

hand placement to your waist, always

words of affirmation to you and himself everyday

you’ll find him talking himself up in the mirror on many different occasions

“you’re steve harrington and you’ve got it going on-“ “steve?”

very expressive with his emotions around you- isn’t afraid to cry

loves to see you in clothes that make you happy more than anything else, it turns him on

not super big on video games, but gets into it for dustin and max

you see them all bundled on the couch consistently,

“max get the FUCK off my ass!” “i’m carrying you right now dipshit-“ “LANGUAGE!”

is actually very intelligent

constantly helping you study

takes cooking seriously

tries his best to reach you and the gang- no one can do it like him

loves john mellencamp

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington headcanons

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everlarkficquestions · 1 year

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Sunday Stumped Day 40

It’s another Sunday Stumped Day!

Sometimes we straight out get stumped. So every few months we will pick a Sunday when we’ll post of a list of asks that we need your help on.

If you know the answer to any of these asks please shoot us a message/ ask/ with the Post number and the fic details and we’ll add it and give you a shout out with our thanks. Any links you can provide will also be super helpful.

Thanks!

Post 1 , Post 2 , Post 3, Post 4, Post 5, Post 6, Post 7, Post 8, Post 9, Post 10, Post 11, Post 12, Post 13, Post 14, Post 15, Post 16, Post 17, Post 18, Post 19, Post 20, Post 21, Post 22 , Post 23, Post 24, Post 25, Post 26, Post 27, Post 28, Post 29 , Post 30, Post 31, Post 32, Post 33, Post 34, Post 35, Post 36, Post 37, Post 38, and Post 39 can be found here - and there are still fics we need your help with.

665. sadmetsfan asked:Hello!

Just want to say Your blog is wonderful and helpful as hell. I just want to ask a fic which I tried to find for hours yet failed. Its a short one shot about Johanna daring Katniss to approach a stranger (Peeta) at the bar. But turns out katniss and peeta were actually secretly married and peeta just returned from a year of military service. If i remember correctly its on ffnet, but i just couldnt find it, and it doesnt seem to be on the Military masterlist. Thank you!

666. nbdomom247 asked:

Looking for a story that had Peeta and Madge ice skating and Katniss coming over to Peetas and getting jealous…if I remember right Peeta was hooking up with Madge for a minute while Katniss was ignoring him after the games???

667. peetaswhore asked:

do u know the fic where katniss wakes up to hear peeta singing "my girl" by the temptations?

668. craftydiva0828 asked:

I was looking for a Fic set post Mockingjay, where Peeta is back in D12 and he and Katniss are working on growing back together. Haymitch has to return to the Capitol for some reason and the powers that be send Gale to become Katniss' guardian (help dispense her meds?). Of course, he decides to intervene on everlark.

669. foundationsbuilt asked:

Hi, I'm wondering if you could help me find a fic about Haymitch's death. Its post-mockingjay, I think Katniss and Peeta's kids are school age cause they had get well cards at his bedside. It's Peeta's POV and its Katniss and Peeta dealing with it. I remember one scene, after Peeta had snuck Haymitch in a bottle right before he died, Katniss and Peeta then drank the rest! Thanks anyway, even if you have no idea what i'm talking about, I remember it so vividly but just can't find it!

670. shaycommacarly asked:

Hello! I am trying to look for this story but the story is a little fuzzy to me. Basically I think what happens is either Katniss daughter and her friend sneak out to the woods and Katniss goes to look for them and they either get attacked by dogs or wolves or something but Katniss protects them and carries them all the way home. When she gets home I think Greasy Saw is there and tells her that her shoulder and arm is broken and she’s like how did you carry them all home with a broken arm. Then later both kids apologize and Katniss cries from the events that day.

671. everlark30 asked:

Hello can you help me find a fic where Mr. Mellark marries Peetas mom and Mr .Mellark had 2 older sons already but later he leaves Mrs. Mellark because she was abusing them but he couldn’t take Peeta because he wasn’t his biological son. I hope I’m remembering right thank you.

672. zombygrl2019 asked:

Need help finding a fic. Hope it wasn't deleted 😭 Peeta goes away to college and Katniss stays in their hometown, Peeta ends up getting drunk and sleeping with a girl that looks like Katniss . Katniss ends up visiting Peeta at his dorm and finds out he had sex with this Bristol chick. I think it was 2-3 chapters long.Thank you

FOUND!

673. finnickodairsgf asked:

Hiii! I’m not too sure if this fanfic I’m looking for was on ao3 or fanfiction network but, katniss was captured by snow instead of peeta and I remember this one scene where katniss was in the hospital bed after being shot and she shared a room with Johanna and Johanna was on about how someone tried to make her have a bath so she did something to them and peeta went to Johanna, you don’t bath? Or something like that and then she pushes peeta and tells katniss to sort him out and katniss kept going something like, Johanna leave him alone he didn’t know, hopefully you can find it but if oyu can’t it’s fine! Thank you!

674. browneyeddevil asked:

Hello! I'm looking for a fic where Katniss runs away from her old life and finds herself in a diner/cafe in the middle of the night. believe Peeta is some sort of medical proffessional in this situation and often comes to this diner/cafe after his night shift. I remember it being quite angsty and slow burn. I found it on ao3 back then, but i can't seem to find it no matter what tags i've tried. I'd be really grateful if someone could help me find this! thank you!!! much love <3

675. everlarkisgreat asked:

Hi so I read this fanfic a while ago and it was about peeta being a peacekeeper I remember that his mom sold him to the capitol, and his brother bought katniss from cray because he saw how she was getting mistreated. I think in close to the end they had this whole thing with peeta having magical powers because he was born on a red moon (some kind of moon not sure if it was a red moon) I also remembered there was this little part where they found out that prim was peetas dads biological daughter (I might have confused that with another fic)

FOUND! Could it be On Borrowed Time by panskiss123? (Thank you, @eggplant8!)

Do any of these fics ring a bell? Please let us know!

#ssd 40 #sunday stumped day

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sunlightmurdock · 2 years

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The Last Word | Jake Seresin x Reader (18+)

In which Jake just can’t let you have the last word.

Warnings: smut, plot if you squint, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex in an established relationship (pregnancy if u squint, arguing during sex bc Jake Seresin is a mouthy boy

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Jake furrows his eyebrows slightly. It clicks in his head all at once. He’s in the middle of an episode of the Real Housewives and you’re not sitting with him. He looks around. He’s on the couch alone. It’s easy for him to zone out when he’s really into a tv show. He’d never admit that shitty reality TV has the power to do that to him.

Something in the back of his mind tells him that the music coming from the other side of the house has been playing for a while. It’s one of those times where he has heard everything, whilst hearing none of it at the same time.

His brain is busy catching him up on the past thirty minutes that he’s been staring at the TV like a zombie.

You’re blaring passive aggressive music. Mad at my boyfriend type tracks. He can hear you shutting drawers with a little more force than normal. He squints. He feels it like a change in the wind. Something is wrong. He tries to think. What has he done — or not done — to warrant this behaviour?

He gives himself a few minutes to think. He’s stumped. It’s a Sunday, one of the rare days he doesn’t have anything going on. He figured you’d watch your show together. He isn’t sure how long ago you left the couch.

Jake pushes himself up from the couch and pads through the house until he’s standing in the doorway to your room. You’re reorganising. Sitting in the middle of your bedroom floor, surrounded by various clothes and trinkets. Decluttering. This is bad. His eyes widen slightly at the bomb site your bedroom has become in the midst of your spring cleaning.

“Baby,” He speaks tenderly, still standing in the doorway. His brows are furrowed in concern, but for the most part, he just looks baffled. “Are we fighting right now?”

You look up at him. God, your poker face is good when you want it to be. For the life of him, he can’t tell what’s going on. Then, you roll your eyes and resume decluttering.

“Is it something I can fix?” He folds his arms over his chest. You glare up at him. That’s a no. “Would some absolutely filthy sex make it better?” Even. Bigger. No.

“How about some clean, mediocre sex? — Can I interest you in some of that? — I’ll call Rooster and ask him for some tips.” You don’t smile. His joke doesn’t land. He presses his lips together, folding his arms over his chest.

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you.

“Baby, I can’t fix it if I don’t know what I did wrong.” He sighs.

“You should know what you did wrong,” You answer. He’s glad you’re talking now. Then, you push yourself up from the floor and shove past him, “God, do I have to spell everything out for you?”

His lips part, wounded as he turns to face the direction you just went.

“Wait, what?” He follows after you. You shouldn’t have said that, he isn’t going to let this go now. “I’m so lost right now. What did I do?”

You rummage through the kitchen cabinets, your back to him as he finally catches up to you.

“Forget it.” You mutter, not bothering to look at him. It’s ridiculous trying to get him to figure it out on his own, but you really cannot be bothered to spell it out for him. You’d rather that he just left you alone.

He’s standing in the kitchen now, looking even more confused than before. He looks so stupid. It’s the middle of summer and it’s pretty warm, he’s standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxers, looking like he’s trying to solve a difficult riddle in his head. Jake likes to lounge around in his underwear on his days off — not that you’ve ever complained. Especially not when paired with the time off stubble that accompanies it.

If you weren’t so mad, you would’ve kissed that stupid pretty face all over. But you are mad, so you just glare at it instead.

“Baby, whatever it is, I can make it better. Can we please just talk about this?” Jake frowns as he reaches out to touch you. You roll your eyes and dodge him.

“You were supposed to pick up that package that I told you about last night.”

“Fuck, is that it? — I thought-“ The look on your face tells him he needs to not finish that sentence. He blinks at you, even more confused than before. “It’s just a package. I can go get it now.”

You roll your eyes and shove past him, “It’s too late now, they close at 3 on weekends.” He hates when you do that. Jake turns quickly and follows you back into the bedroom.

“You’ve been home all morning too, you could’ve—“ Again, he shuts up. You round on him. This time he takes a step back.

“You said that you’d do it.” You point out firmly, settling back down to aggressively sort through a pile of his old college t-shirts. They don’t even fit him anymore. Although you would like to see him try to fit back into a men’s medium and see the way his arms bulge out of the sleeves. Maybe some other time, when he isn’t on your last nerve.

“I will do it. I can do it tomorrow.” Jake shrugs. You throw one of the pencils on the floor at his head, missing and hitting the wall beside him.

“I didn’t want it tomorrow, I needed it today. If you’d just said you weren’t going to do it, I could’ve done it-“

Jake shakes his head, “This isn’t about the package.” He might be blonde, but maybe he isn’t as dumb as he looks. You stop talking and let out a heavy breath.

“It’s about you always making me promises that you don’t keep,” You snap. It’s a rare occasion for you to raise your voice at him, so he knows something is really getting under your skin. “You’re just full of shit!”

“Where is all of this coming from? — Why are you freaking out right now?” Jake asks, folding his arms over his chest.

“Because!” You snap, then look up at him through narrowed eyes. “Because, Jake, I need a partner who can support me — I need us to be in this together or not at all.”

“Woah!” Jake snaps back, “Not at all? — Can you calm down for five seconds? I’m all in! What more could I possibly do to prove that to you?”

You growl in frustration, realising that you’ve forgotten the marker that you wanted in the kitchen. You push yourself to your feet again and shove past him, “You could pick up the damn package when I ask you to.”

Jake turns, grabbing your wrist and stopping you before you can walk away, “Hey. That’s not nice. I’m not your lapdog.”

“Just leave me alone, Jake.” You pull yourself out of his grasp and storm towards the kitchen. You hear him following you and debate sticking your ankle out to grip him. Instead, since you do love him really, you just grab your marker and turn.

“So I’m just supposed to be at your beck and call?” Jake asks.

“No, Jake — I’ve done everything this week. Grocery shopping, cleaning, ironing, I put gas in your car, I mowed the lawn, watered the plants, I sent your mom a birthday card because you forgot—“ Jake’s eyes go wide as he realises that there are more things you could list off if you wanted to.

“I’ve been—“

You lift your palm and silence him. You’re too angry for excuses. “All I asked… was that you pick up the package.”

Jake lets you shove him again as you pass back towards your room. He stands there in the kitchen in his underwear for a moment, lips pursed as he squints at the floor tile.

He turns around and follows after you. You turn and open your mouth to yell at him to leave you alone, the breath knocked out of you as he grabs your face and kisses you hard.

“Jake — either you need to apologise right now, or you need to get off of me.”

“I’m sorry, of course I’m sorry.” Jake’s thinking with his dick. He slides a hand around to the back of your neck and crashes his mouth against you once more, nipping at your bottom lip then slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You dig your fingernails into his shoulder, gasping as he knocks you hard toward the bed and covers your body with his.

“But in my-“

“Shut up,” You look him dead in the eye, completely serious. “Fuck me and I’ll let it go, but I don’t want to hear another excuse out of your mouth, Seresin.”

He already has your shorts down by your knees, nodding his head furiously. You work with him, tugging your tank top over your head and kicking your shorts off of your ankles until you’re naked.

Jake grabs your thighs and puts them against his ears as he settles between your legs. You gasp softly as he spits, groaning softly as he watches it trail along your core. Then, he leans forward and follows the trail back up with his tongue.

You grab a handful of hair and push your hips up against him, glad that his mouth is finally busy doing something other than pissing you off. Jake grips your thighs tight, lifting his eyes to look at you as his tongue presses flat and firm against your clit, then works heavy figure eights against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You can practically feel the smugness in his movements as he feels you twitch slightly. You tug harder at his blonde locks. Jake grunts like he’s been punched, the sound sending vibrations across the most sensitive part of your body and earning a delicious moan.

His fingers squeeze around your thighs, he stops and kisses each of them before planting his mouth between your legs again, making you whimper.

As much of an airhead as Jake has been these past few weeks, you do have to admit that his skills in the bedroom have never once faltered. Jake’s always impressive, and he takes pride in being impressive in the bedroom especially.

He nudges his tongue against your entrance, nose brushing your clit as he teases you.

“Jake, now — I need you right now.”

He nips gently at your thigh, grinning as he sits back onto his knees and flips you onto your front. He kicks his boxers off into the mix of mess that’s on the floor, grabbing the back of your neck and pushing your cheek down into the sheets.

Once you’re settled exactly like he wants you to be, he puts both hands on your hips and presses himself into you. You suck in a sharp breath, whimpering softly as he bottoms out and smacks your ass.

It makes you burn with anger for a moment; you can practically feel that stupid smirk on his stupid face. But then he pulls out almost completely and stills there for just a split second before he drives himself into you again.

“Oh- ah, oh my god.”

Jake slides his palm along your spine and curls it into your hair, groaning as he feels your walls adjusting to his size, squeezing around him.

“Always take me so fucking well, sweetheart.” He grunts out, tugging softly at your roots, pushing your skull harder into the mattress. You moan out, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. “Even when you’re mad at me, can’t help how bad you need it, huh?”

You’re blinded by how good he feels for just a second before what he has said hits you.

“Stop talking, you asshole.” You mumble out against the sheets, “I’m not fucking arguing with you whilst you’re — shit — inside of me.”

Jake leans down and kisses your spine, snapping his hips forward with a little aggression behind it. Just something left behind pent up from what he didn’t get to say to you in the kitchen.

You settle back into it, closing your eyes. You moan his name, curling your fingers in your sheets as he pounds his hips into you. Jake loves this sound.

His head lulls back in pleasure. So good he thinks he might be seeing stars when he comes back around. But then he can’t help but thinking. He tries to stop.

Tries to let it go. Now isn’t the right time. You two can figure this out later. He should probably just apologise and forget this dumb argument. But, Jake hates losing arguments.

It’s in his DNA. His hardwiring. He really can’t help it. He doesn’t plan to say it, nor does he know exactly which stupid part of his stupid brain drives him to say,

“Actually, no, I’m not done,”

He lets out a heavy breath. You whimper nonsensically as he drives himself deep into you with a grunt. Your brows furrow as he lifts the pressure from the back of your skull, you lift your head from the sheets and look back at him. He pulls out, grabbing your hip and flipping you onto your back, “You’re gonna fucking look at me and listen.”

Your mouth falls agape. You’re on your back, chest heaving as you stare up at him.

Jake takes a moment to admire that dumb look on your face, pleased that he seems to have fucked you into being at a loss for words finally. His hands slide along your torso, cupping your breasts and groaning softly as he squeezes them in his hands.

“I love you.” There’s a level of aggression in his voice as he tells you. He slides one hand between his legs, fisting his cock a few times as he pinches your nipple with his other hand. “You know that, sweetheart.”

You’re dumbstruck. You haven’t even closed your mouth yet. You whimper softly as he lowers his head and kisses across your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking at the sensitive bud.

“Right?” You take a sharp breath as he lifts his head to look at you once more, those sharp blue eyes staring into yours. He lifts his hand and curls it around your jaw, lifting his brows expectantly. You nod. You’re nodding hurriedly, closing your mouth as you try to ground yourself.

Jake let’s out a breath, guiding his cock between your legs and sinking into you once more. You whimper, pressing your heels into the sheets as you take him in.

“Right,” He agrees, tugging you closer to him until he’s seat totally inside of you. “So tell me why,” He pauses and settles closer, kissing your lips as he begins to roll his hips against yours, “You think that I would ever — ever let you down on purpose.”

“Jake,” You growl in frustration, pushing yourself hard against him, gasping as his cock brushes deeper into you. “Fuck — can’t this fucking wait?” You complain.

He shakes his head quickly, the corner of his mouth hinting at a smile, “I can multitask. You just keep those pretty eyes on me and listen. Got it?” You nod dumbly.

He makes a soft pleasured sound as he curls his fingers around your hipbone. “I’d do anything for you. Anything in the world. I’m sorry that I’ve been forgetful recently.”

You curl you fingers around his bicep. All he’s doing is sending your earlier frustrations bubbling to the surface now that he’s bringing this up again, “Harder.”

Jake takes his hand off of your jaw and plants it into the pillow beside your head, gripping the fabric tightly as he snaps his hips forward sharply.

“Fuck!”

He groans out and swallows hard as he continues at the pace, pulling back and bottoming out over and over until your eyes are rolling back.

“I’ve been busy, we both have,” He continues, making you cry out in frustration. “I’m sorry. But I’m not doing it on purpose.”

“Jake — shut the f- Oh.” You moan against the curve of his shoulder, pressing your fingertips into his shoulder blade.

“I’ve been trying really hard to plan something and I’m — shit — not gonna lie, babe, you almost ruined it today.” Jake pants. He kisses your temple and moans your name, feeling your pussy clench around him in response.

“But I forgive you, because that’s — god — that’s what we do, right?” He turns your head so that you’re looking at him. You look so pretty when he’s fucked every sensical thought you might have right out of your head. He raises eyebrows at you expectantly. You nod.

He smiles, grabbing your jaw and pressing his mouth hard against yours. You catch the back of his neck and hold him close, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip, trembling as he fucks you.

He groans into your mouth as you clench around his cock, making him pull back and breathe hard, “Fuck, you feel so good.” He murmurs against your hair, swallowing.

“I’m so close, don’t you dare fucking stop.” Jake smiles softly into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips lazily against your skin as he pounds into you. He shakes his head, groaning softly once more, “Wouldn’t dream of it, honey.”

He slides one hand between your legs to stroke circles around your clit, brushing over the bundle of nerves in figure eights with his fingertips.

Jake’s fingers curl tighter into the pillow beside your head. He brushes his lips over your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“I love you.” Jake repeats, his voice strained slightly as he nears closer to his high. He grunts against your earlobe. “Say it back.”

“Fuck,” You manage out, “I — ugh— oh my god, Jake.”

You arch your back off of the sheets, pushing your heels into the mattress, clawing at the back of his neck for leverage. He presses harder against you, groaning out as your nails leave streaks of red along the length of his back.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Jake grins. He pulls you tighter against him, pulling back to get a good look at that pretty, fucked out face as you come down from your high. You whimper from the sensitivity, sliding your fingers up into his hair. It’s slightly more grown out than normal thanks to his time off, giving you plenty of soft, sandy hair to curl your fingers into.

“Holy shit.” You gasp out, lifting your head and pressing your lips to his throat. Jake groans softly as your lips graze his stubble. He hikes your legs up higher around his waist.

“Goddamn, baby.” Jake grunts. He manages a few more hurried thrusts, white-knuckling around your hipbone before he’s spilling inside of you. He presses his lips to your cheekbone.

He rolls off of you, laying at your side and taking in heaving breaths. “How’d I get so god damn lucky?” He pants, draping an arm over his eyes. You smile as you lean over and kiss his chest, salt from his sweat glistened skin grazing your lips.

“I have no idea.” You tease as you push yourself up from the bed. You sigh as you look at the mess around the floor, stepping over a pile of books to head for the bathroom.

Jake groans as he rolls onto his front, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches you.

“I meant what I said,” He pushes his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry I’ve been kinda spaced out, but I love you and I’m gonna work hard to make sure that-“

“I’m more interested in that surprise you mentioned.” You tell him as you peek back around the door for a moment, then disappear again. Jake smirks. He pushes himself up and grabs his boxers, slipping back into them and crossing the room.

You look into the bathroom mirror as he moves to stand behind you, then kiss your temple. “All in good time, sweetheart.”

He watches as you bite your cheek. He scrunches his brows at you. You’re keeping something too. You’ve got a feeling yours is going to be a little more life-altering than his.

So, the next day, Jake goes and collects the package. He hands it to you without realising that it holds a drastic piece of information about his future. You wrap the gift and plan to give it to him on his anniversary. Jake has a surprise planned for your anniversary too.

He’s been planning it for months now. These past few weeks of fine details have been hell, but he can’t wait to see the look on your face when you see the ring he has picked.

You, on the other hand, are terrified of the face he’ll make when he’s presented with the custom ‘daddy’s wingman’ onesie you had made for him, that you then made him collect from the post office unknowingly.

…

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pjoxreader · 11 months

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Hope you're taking care of yourself well ❤️‍🩹

For this request, could you do a reader x percy, nico and will (separately) where the thought the reader is dead (since there limbs are literally torn or non existent) so they (the 3) start mourning until the reader starts to slowly regenerate their limbs along with their head (if that was removed as well)

Reader Thought Dead After Losing Limb

((Thank you! I'm actually planning on taking Saturday's and Sunday's off so I can have some day's off from writing just to help make sure I don't burn out. 🫡))

TW: Blood, Gore (detailed), Throwing up

Percy Jackson

-The war was finally over. He had never felt so relieved before. He looks around trying to spot you in the crowd of excited campers. “Where… Where are they?” He asks and with just those words the mood shifts right away.

-Percy could feel his relief drop to his stomach like a rock. “Where. Are. They.” he demands more sternly. It was Grover who pointed to the makeshift hospital the Apollo cabin had set up. “Percy I don’t think…” Percy didn’t even let him finish before he ran towards the hospital.

-He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he went into the hospital, looking around at the wounded campers and… Then he saw you. Laid down as if you were sleeping on the ground. Only one hand over your chest as the other was fully gone. -Percy freezes in fear. The blood had stopped flowing from the stump leaving only a sticky puddle left, your humerus splintered but sticking out of the wound. Percy turned, getting sick into the nearest trash can.

-He gags as he gets sick once again, that image forever burned into his mind. The tears start to stream down his face as the realization finally sets in. You had gotten him the time he needed to win the war, but lost your life doing so.

-He was sick of heroes. He hated watching his friends die over and over again for him. For the greater good. He punches the wall in frustration as he sobs. How many more friends was he going to lose? He forces himself up making his way to your side to cover your body with his jacket, it was the least he could do. But that’s when he saw it, the wound glowing and starting to grow back once again.

Nico Di Angelo

-The feeling of death was thick, it was something Nico should have been used too, and yet he never could be. It was like a thick fog that rolled across the land but… That’s when he felt it. Your death. His blood runs cold at the realization.

-Before he knew it he was running, running to where the feeling was strongest. He already knew it was too late, he shouldn’t go and yet his feet didn’t get that message. He gets to the top of the hill, tripping over himself but forcing himself back up, he needed to see you. There, at the other side of the hill slumped over was your body.

-It was as if you were in a praying position back to him, so Nico goes to your side. As he got closer he could see exactly how you died. There, in your lap was your own head. That same defiant smirk he had grown to love. He couldn’t help the wail of agony at the sight. How many people that he cared about was he going to lose?

-Your blood soaked your pants in a crimson scarlet, almost as if you had already been dressed for a funeral, a skirt of your own blood. Nico’s wails echoed across the now empty battlefield as he carefully lifted your head, hugging it to his chest.

-If only he was stronger, if only he was here with you, then maybe… He sobs as he shakes, clinging to you, not wanting to let you go. “I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry.” he chokes out between sobs, fully breaking down.

-But that’s when he notices it, the feeling of your death slowly fading. He looks down in surprise to see your head slowly fading and your neck starting to steam. Slowly but surely he watches in shock and hope as your head begins to reform.

Will Solace

-He was hard at work in the makeshift hospital they had set up, everything was hectic and it felt like he was needed everywhere. It was so overwhelming and he wanted to help as many people as he could. But just like that he felt himself freeze.

-Will was good under pressure, that was something he prided himself on. But when he saw you being carried in, both legs missing, pale and unmoving he couldn't find himself to move. He forces himself to take some deep breaths to calm himself down, he quickly follows after you to try and help however he could.

-The wounds to your legs were horrible and it didn’t help that they didn’t bother to bring your severed legs with you. Your legs were still spurting blood so Will got to work. He makes a makeship lift with pillows to keep your legs elevated and to help stop the bleeding. With that done he works on tying blankets around the stumps to help keep pressure.

-Now that he got the bleeding under control as best as he could, the next thing he had to do was feel for a pulse. He could do this. He could help save you. It wasn’t an impossible task… But as he felt for a pulse he couldn’t feel anything. He tries everything in the books, adjusting his fingers, feeling in a different position, he even feels for any breathing and yet…

-Will could feel his heart breaking as he was forced to the realization “No… No…” he chokes out a sob as he holds your hand. It was already cold as he did so. He knew people needed his help, that he was wasting valuable time but he couldn’t stop sobbing.

-But when he sees steam starting to go through the blankets he tied at your stumps he can only stare in utter shock, even his sobs being stopped by his surprise. He moved quickly getting the blankets off to see what was happening, to his and everyone’s surprise the bleeding had stopped…

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kingyo-konbini · 1 year

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FRIENDLY REMINDERS & MATH EQUATIONS [SHINSOU HITOSHI X READER]

[SUMMARY] what one person writes on their skin also appears on the skin of their soulmate. reader is forgetful and shinsou is bored. awkwardness ensues. [PRONOUNS] she/her [GENRE] fluff | soulmate au [POV] third person [WORD COUNT] 1083 [CONTENT] soulmate-identifying marks | pov switch between reader & shinsou | math

She was forgetful.

[Name] always had an issue with remembering things. She would put reminders on her phone, sticky notes on her walls, and big red words on her whiteboard and in her planner. And yet, somehow, she always seemed to miss them. The only thing she found that would work (and that wasn't even a guarantee) was writing the reminders on her wrist and hand and arm.

When she first started doing it she worried that it would bother her soulmate, the person who saw the scribbled notes appear on their own skin as though they had written it. But, after a while, she forgot about that, too.

...

He was bored.

Shinsou Hitoshi had a problem with staying awake during study hall. He was fine during the actual lessons, hoping to soak up as much hero stuff as he could, but when he was left to his own devices he became utterly bored and horribly tired. He would read and go over notes, but those activities quickly became just as boring as doing nothing. The only thing that would stave off his boredom was to look at the words that would sometimes cover one of his limbs. And on the days where there was nothing, he would absentmindedly draw small doodles on the empty space.

When he first started doing it, he worried that his soulmate would find the cartoon-ish cats to be too childish, or his drawing abilities to be less than sub-par. But, after a while, he grew bored with that, too.

...

It was Sunday. [Name] had two assignments due for English on Monday, neither of which she’d started, and a math assignment she was absolutely clueless about. She’d asked her friends, who were just as stumped as her, and Google didn’t even seem to have the answers, either. [Name] stared down at the math problems in front of her, mind split between figuring out the equations and working on the two English papers. Why had she thought spending Saturday with her friends, getting some extra practice in with their Quirks, would be a good idea?

In a moment of desperation, [Name] glanced at her wrist and the lack of anything drawn by her soulmate. It had been some time since she’d seen anything drawn by them, and she had to admit that she missed seeing the cute cat doodles. It was rare for her to think about her soulmate, writing notes or reminders on her skin without so much as a second thought towards the other person who could read them.

She bit her lip and picked up her pen, hesitantly drawing the first equation into her skin. Underneath it she wrote “help?” and then capped her pen, set it down on the desk, and waited.

...

Shinsou had never tried to communicate with his soulmate through the drawings. He knew people who had, people who had written down their location or phone number and met their soulmates that way. If Shinsou wasn’t being honest, he’d say that it was too much work and he wasn’t interested in the whole “soulmate” thing, anyways. If Shinsou was being honest, though, he’d say that he was worried about what he’d find. What if his soulmate thought he was ugly? What if they hated him and his Quirk? What if they were scared of him? They seemed like such a ditzy, cute person, always writing reminders on their skin, no matter how simple. How could he compare to that? To them, he was just the person who would draw a cat sometimes, and even that was rare.

And besides, they had never tried to contact him, either.

Which was why it was such a surprise when Shinsou saw the equation suddenly appear and the word 'help?' written beneath it. He’d been drying off from his shower, just having gotten back from training, when he noticed it. He stared at the numbers and letters and blinked. The equation looked familiar- they had just gone over it in class on Friday.

He could help his soulmate with a math problem.

Shinsou quickly finished drying off and got dressed, sitting at his desk and quickly picking up a pen. He wrote the word 'okay' beneath their request for help and waited a minute before getting to work.

...

The moment his response appeared beneath her cry for help, [Name] felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She waited with bated breaths as the process to solve the equation slowly appeared. [Name] copied it down, stroke for stroke, in her notebook. It took a second for her to realize she’d been holding her breath.

Within two minutes the answer was there, peering up at her from her wrist. The steps to getting it had been neatly recorded and transferred to the assignment sheet, and [Name] let out a long sigh of relief. 'thank you.' She wrote, adding a smiley face for good measure.

Content with that small bit of contact, [Name] turned back to her papers. She had just started attempting the next problem when the familiar sensation of lines appearing in her skin brought her back to look at her wrist. Written in the space where the palm meets the wrist were new words: 'do u need help w/ more?'

[Name] sucked in a breath, her heart racing against her ribs. Trembling more than she’d like to admit, [Name] wrote a short 'if it’s not too much trouble' beneath the question.

...

Shinsou couldn’t keep the stupid grin off his face. As soon as he realized it, though, he forced it away and replaced it with a neutral expression, though his eyes still glimmered. Talking to his soulmate made his heart beat quicker than usual; he told himself he wasn’t sure why, since he hadn’t given them much thought, but a voice in the back of his head whispered "you know why."

Hesitating for just a moment longer, Shinsou began to write down his phone number. Once the numbers were written, he grimaced. Had this really been a good idea? He thought back to the number of people who had done the same thing he had, though for different reasons. They all seemed happy enough, but was he ready to talk to his soulmate like they did?

Shaking his head, Shinsou assured himself that he wasn’t trying to connect with them. All he was doing was trying to help someone with their math homework. That was it.

Three minutes passed before his phone buzzed.

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 11 months

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What's the occasion?

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A/N: What this was supposed to be: A fluffy comfort fic about reader's husband taking care of her after a rough day/week/month. What this isn't: A fluffy comfort fic about read.... you get me.

What this somehow ended up being: A not-so-fluffy not-so-comfort (?) fic about reader's husband taking real good care of her after a rough day/week/month.

You're welcome, I think? (I honestly don't have a clue how this ended up being some of the smuttiest smut I've written to date... But it happened... I'm not even going to question it.)

Pairing: Syverson x reader (you)

Summary: You come home from a terrible day at work, thinking you have about a thousand things still on your to do list, only to find your husband has taken care of all of that, and has also made you the first thing on his to do list.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DNI. oral (m and f receiving), p-in-v sex, Sy being all dominant and massive, some light (yes, really) throatfucking, hair pulling, manhandling. Some of this can probably be considered blasphemy.

Also, fair warning: this story contains a man doing household chores without having been (explicitly) asked to do so. Just... Bear with me. I know it's not realistic, but we're here to have fun, right?

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Parking your husband’s truck in your driveway is an absolute nightmare. It takes you twenty minutes and a breakdown – during which you fight yourself over whether or not to just go inside and ask him to park his stupid car for you – but you eventually manage. Now, it’s time to go inside, after the longest day at the office in the history of long ass days at the office, and do the six million other things that come for free with having a house, husband, and kids. Dishes. Laundry. Dinner. That stuff.

You toss your bag down on the bench next to the front door and put your coat on the overflowing coat rack six times – it keeps coming down because for some reason, your teen daughter owns 12 jackets, yet she still always asks to borrow yours seconds before telling you that all of your clothes suck – before you finally give up and leave it where it falls.

It takes you a minute to realize that you smell food. With three kids and your mountain of a husband, that can only really mean one thing: someone got hungry, your plans for dinner are now in ruins and your kitchen looks like an episode of Hoarders. And even though those are your expectations, your family still manage to exceed them every time, so God knows what you’re going to find when you round that corner and step into your kitchen...

It’s Sy. And it’s not just Sy, but it’s just Sy. Come to think of it... The whole house is suspiciously void of music, screaming or shoes scattered around for you to break your neck over.

“Where are the kids?” you ask as you walk towards Sy.

“With my mother,” he replies without turning around, “to be returned to us on Sunday night at eight, and not a second before then. Are ya goin' to make a habit of not sayin’ hello to me when you get home? ‘Cause I don’t care for it.”

“Well, excuse me for not taking the time out of my busy schedule for pleasantries, but I have a week’s worth of laundry to get to,” you snap. He doesn’t deserve it, you know that, but it’s the kind of day you’ve had, and... And it’s all on you again.

“Laundry’s done,” Sy says calmly, still not looking up from the lasagna he’s putting together.

“Oh,” you stammer. “Well, then I’ll just grab the vacuum and...”

“I did that, too.”

“Alright, I’ll give the garage a quick call to see if they can...”

“I changed the oil in your car this morning.”

“Groceries?”

“Done.”

“The bathroom?”

“Yep.”

“And you’ve obviously got a handle on dinner...” You have to admit it: you’re a little stumped. “What about...”

“Woman, if you’re lookin’ for somethin’ I didn’t do so you can blow up at me for it, I’ll just hand it to ya: I didn’t get to cleanin’ out the gutters today, so I’ll have to do that tomorrow.”

But you’re not planning on blowing up at him over anything...

“Well, hello Mr. Syverson,” you say, still completely in awe that your entire schedule for the night – and probably the whole weekend – just opened up. “Remind me... We got married in October, right?”

“Yes, Mrs. Syverson, we did.” He’s even less subtle than usual, skipping your hips and putting his hands on our ass right off the bat.

“So, what’s the occasion?” you chuckle. Sy pulls you in for a kiss, just passionate enough to leave you wanting more, but not so bad you beg him to take you right here on the kitchen counter. It’s a fine line, really. A tightrope you’ve tried to walk before, only to fall off on the wrong side and be late for yet another dinner with someone who was never going to be more important than having sex with your husband, anyway.

“The occasion is... You’re beautiful. You deserve it. You do so much for our family and somewhere along the lines I seem to have started takin’ that for granted. Take your pick, I’m sure there’s plenty more reasons to come up with.” He squeezes your ass. Hard. “This sensational ass could be the occasion?”

“You’re saying you got rid of the kids for the weekend and checked off my whole to do list to celebrate the existence of my ass?”

“Sugar, I celebrate the existence of that fine ass every damn day. Now, I’ve fallen a little behind on celebrating the existence of the woman attached to it... I’d like to make up for that.” There is absolutely no way you aren’t blushing right now. Sy doesn’t let go of you, but his hands move to your waist. You’re trying your best to not drown in his eyes, but you’ve been hopelessly lost in there for nearly twenty years. For a brief – but lovely – moment, you stand there, just holding each other and making eyes like you used to when you were young and in love. And young...

“This needs about half an hour in the oven, still, so how about I give you forty-five and you can take a nice, long shower?” Sy winks at you – or rather: tries to. “There’s something on the bed I’d love to take off of you later tonight, but I also understand if you just want to wear something comfortable.”

“Did you pick it?” you tease him.

“You’ll be more than happy to know that I did, but under the very strict supervision of Dana.” It seems like your dear husband has finally learned how to use the fact his best friend’s wife works in a lingerie store to his advantage… Took him long enough.

“Right on time,” Sy says as you step into the kitchen. You take the glass of wine he’s holding out to you and take a sip.

“Mmm...” The sound you make is almost a moan. One look at the bottle on the table tells you this is a really nice wine – one from a price range you can’t afford to shop at...

“Gift from a client. Walker said I could take it. I guess his wine cellar doesn’t fit any more.” Sy pulls you in for a hug. It doesn’t last long, but it’s nice, very nice.

Dinner is amazing. Sy is a great cook – when given means, motive, and opportunity – and he has prepared three courses of absolute heaven. He only has to assure you twice that the price of the ingredients won’t put your family in financial ruin.

You’re halfway through dessert – a deliciously indulgent, rich chocolate mousse you’re fairly sure he made from scratch – when you realize something.

“You can’t have done all the laundry. We don’t have the space to hang all of that...”

“I fixed the dryer,” Sy interrupts, “I’m sorry I only did that after it became a problem to me, personally.”

“That’s alright...”

“No, it ain’t,” Sy grins. He knows you.

“Very well, then. I accept your apology. You’re forgiven.” You remember the moment you knew you were going to marry this man: right after your first fight – he had been wrong, although you can’t remember what he’d been wrong about. It had had something to do with your mother. Either way, right after that fight, he’d apologized, and for some reason the lack of excuses had made you want to jump him right where you were standing. You’d almost broken up with him when you realized you weren’t half as good at apologizing as he was.

“Alright, well,” Sy smirked, still. It was incredibly attractive, and at least as annoying. “I was planning on makin’ up for that, but now that I don’t have to…” His voice trailed off for a moment before you gently nudged his leg with your foot.

“How about we finish this bottle upstairs?” You don’t need to tell him twice: he’s on his feet before you even finish the sentence.

“You go ahead, Sugar,” he says before kissing you as gently as a giant like him can muster, “I’ll make sure this kitchen is spotless before I come up.”

“Oh, Mr. Syverson, you are killing me.”

“Oh,” Sy adds with a grin on his face, “and you were right. The vacuum cleaner sucks, we need a new one.”

“Say that again…”

“The vacuum cleaner sucks?” He knows damn well which part you’re referring to. That wasn’t it.

“Before that.”

“Ah. You were right.”

“You have ten minutes to get to bed, or I’m starting without you,” you tease, knowing very well he wouldn’t mind one bit if you did start before he got there.

Sy is impatient as ever when he finally steps into your bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head before the door even shuts behind… Alright, maybe the door doesn’t close because he just leaves it wide open.

“Sy! Close the door!” you shriek, but he just takes a few more steps until he’s right next to the bed.

“Why? Kids ain’t home. We’re alone, we don’t need to close the door,” he says as he pushes you back onto the mattress. “We don’t gotta be quiet, either.” With a devilish grin on his face, he kisses you. First your lips, then your neck. His beard doesn’t tickle – not after all these years. He shaved it off once, only to immediately get on growing it back, because you wouldn’t give him any. You move your hands through the hair on his chest while Sy roughly pulls your shirt over your head. He groans appreciatively when the bra he picked out for you appears.

“Do you like it?” he asks. He doesn’t have the greatest track record when it comes to picking stuff that’s actually to your tastes, but you’d be lying if those items didn’t have their own special little drawer – that you definitely haven’t opened in far too long…

“I do,” you purr into his ear, biting your lip when he grinds his hips into you. He’s hard, seeking friction, release. You love when he gets this worked up over you. “You did a good job.”

“Hm,” he growls, “I didn’t like it at first. Thought it was kinda boring.” That’s not what you want to hear… It’s a good thing he opens his mouth again to continue: “But now that it’s your tits in there… Can’t decide if I wanna keep it on ya or rip it off…” To your surprise, he opts for the former, making sure to kiss every inch of skin that’s newly available to him as he makes his way down your stomach, dragging you to the edge of the bed as he goes along.

He can do it within minutes. Making you come on his tongue, that is. He never does, because the smug fucking bastard likes teasing you too much to ever give you what you want – nay, need – that quickly. That patience, however, is nowhere to be found when it comes to taking your clothes off. He admires you and your new underwear for maybe five seconds, and then your panties are somewhere in the room. No, you don’t care where, exactly.

“Fuck, Sugar, you’re beautiful,” Sy growls from between your legs. “I’ve missed this sweet little cunt.” His words used to startle you so bad you asked him to stop talking multiple times when you’d first started going out. Now, they just make you blush, and they make you wet, and that’s all that you need from him right now. Sometimes, you’re still grateful for the moments he can’t speak – when his mouth is otherwise occupied, so to speak. It’s the moaning, and growling, and the grunts and obscene slurping – hideous word, but sadly the only applicable description – sounds that get you. It’s the pleasure, and the way he knows exactly how and when and where to move his tongue to make you squirm, moan, and scream in his strong arms. Unfortunately, he still isn’t exactly at that point. He’s still teasing, and you’re still whining, and no one is coming.

In no time, you’re going nuts. It’s not bad enough to speak up. And by that you mean: beg him to finally eat you in that way you both know makes you see stars and seek God and scream His name – or Sy’s, but what difference does that make, anyway? Instead, he keeps you right there, at the point where you’re just invested enough in the fantastic feeling that you want to be consumed by it, but it just isn’t enough to keep you from getting distracted. By the feeling of his beard against the inside of your thighs. By the fact that your panties somehow ended up on the lamp on his bedside table. By the gentle pulsing of the vein in his forearm your finger currently rests on. And he keeps you there, and keeps you there until you’ve almost convinced yourself you’ve gotten so used to this – to him – that he can’t do it anymore, forgetting that he really isn’t even trying. That twenty years of ‘this’, whatever the fuck that may mean, just means that he’s found so many different ways to take care of you that he couldn’t go through all of them in one night even if you could physically take it, simply because he’d run out of time before he made it halfway through the list.

And when you get there, to that point where you start thinking he might just not be as good as he used to, you’ve lost. Because from then on, it’s a minute. Thirty seconds. Maybe even twenty, or ten, or less – not that you’d know, because you couldn’t count to three anymore if you tried.

“Darlin’, you taste like fuckin’ heaven,” he mutters, never taking his lips off your skin completely. His fingers tease your entrance, pads coarse and calloused. It appears that, even after all these years, you still haven’t learned that if your mouth won’t beg, your body will. Unconsciously, you angle your hips, lean into his touch, use your legs to pull him closer – and he answers. As always. Sy knows what you want, and he doesn’t think twice to give it to you, even if – possibly especially when – what you really want isn’t what you think you want. He’ll know, just like he’ll know exactly when his name is on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be released along with everything he’s building up inside of you.

A loud moan escapes you when his fingers curl inside you, diligently working the perfect spot while his tongue laps at your clit, looking for the perfect move, speed, pressure, everything, until you shriek the words ‘oh God, Sy, don’t stop’, or you gasp, or moan – or one of the million other ways in which you tell him what needs done without saying a single word. And he doesn’t stop. Not until he unravels you completely. Not until you remember why you normally close and lock that door and keep quiet. Not until you know with every fiber of your being that he holds back, and he reminds you of everything he’s capable of.

When he comes back up, caging your body in between his strong arms and broad chest, pinning you down on the mattress, you hope he’s had enough time to catch his breath, because you immediately pull him into a long, deep kiss that says more than just ‘I missed you’. If it was at all possible to stress every syllable of a sentence, now would be the time. But who’s got time for talking when that impatient bulge grinds between your legs, the heavy, coarse fabric of Sy’s jeans harsh against your sensitive skin.

You push against his shoulders – it’s usually pointless, but he seems to have grown at least as impatient as you have, so he gets up. Four hands reach for his belt. You always make a great team, but this is madness, and neither of you are surprised you don’t get anything done this way.

“Move those hands if you wanna keep ‘em, Syverson,” you say with a sly smile on your face. He grits his teeth when you look up at him – it’s one of the things you know he loves to hate, because it drives him insane, and he doesn’t like that. Sy wants to be in control. Tough luck. Getting him naked is child’s play now that his hands aren’t in the way anymore, and you can’t stifle an appreciative moan when his cock appears in front of you.

“I’m not saying I married you for this big dick, but it didn’t hurt your chances.” You bite your lip and look up at him. The amusement at your words fades off his face within seconds, making room for something darker and more sinister than you usually get to see.

“If you can use that mouth to talk, you can use it to suck my cock,” he says. You’ve played this game a thousand times, yet you’re still stupid enough to open your mouth in protest, and he seizes the opportunity. “That’s a good girl.” There’s a hint more… savagery to his naturally dark and gravelly voice than you’re used to hearing under normal circumstances. It’s a possessive, almost animalistic sound. It’s something that used to scare you when you were first going out. Something he didn’t let you get too closely acquainted with until he knew for sure he could trust you with that side of him – the side of him that sometimes just loves to shove his cock down your throat in one smooth thrust until you’re gagging and fighting back tears. Tonight is exactly the night you want every inch of him in the exact way you haven’t had him in for the longest time.

Your eyes beg, and once again he listens. How one man can be made up of so many contradictions, is something you’ve accepted you might never find out. ‘He gently fucks your throat.’ It sounds completely insane, but it’s possible. And you know it’s possible, because it’s happening. To you. Right now. If that weren’t the case, you probably wouldn’t have believed it yourself. He’s kind and ruthless at the same time, moving in and out of your mouth with controlled movements while moans and profanities escape him with reckless abandon. His hand is tangled in your hair, gathering a good portion of it in his fist, gripping just tight enough to remind you he’s there, but not so tight you’re in pain.

“God, baby, I love fucking this pretty li’l mouth of yours,” he says, teeth gritted, eyes closed, and the expression on his face warped in such a way that tells you it’s taking everything he’s got to keep whatever composure he has left at this stage. “But I gotta tell ya,” he continues as his breathing grows more and more ragged, a low growl barely audible on the exhale, “this ain’t what I need right now.”

He effortlessly tosses you back onto the mattress, finding his way between your legs in no time.

“Baby, I want you,” he growls before he kisses you again. “I need you. Need your tight, wet, fucking pussy around my cock right now.” He doesn’t move away from you much as he lifts your legs onto his shoulders. He’ll be deep, too deep, maybe, and you know you’ll regret this in the morning – but what good has regret ever done anyone, anyway? As he pushes into you, you realize he’s on his last bit of restraint. You take one last good look at him, because after this, it’s going to hurt so good you won’t be able to keep your eyes open for so much as a split second.

“Careful,” you chuckle, already far more out of breath than you like to admit, “you’re too much for me.”

“What’re’ya talkin’bout, woman?” Sy grumbles. “I know you can take me.” He’s not wrong. Exhibit A would be the fact that he buried his cock in your tight pussy with that one, agonizingly slow thrust. The next one is neither slow, nor even remotely as gentle, making you moan as you pull his face down to yours and kiss him. Your legs are trembling on his shoulders within minutes, and you find yourself chanting his name religiously – making it just about the only thing in your life you’ve done in that particular manner.

“Good God, you’re amazing,” Sy growls in your ear as he bottoms out with every erratic thrust. You watch as his jaw clenches when you dig your nails into the flesh of his back, careful to avoid the scars – an unwelcome souvenir from his time in the army. Most of the memories of the times you accidentally caught one in the heat of the moment have faded away by now. It hasn’t happened in years. You could draw a map of his back: every muscle, every scar, every mark on his skin is etched into your brain, and will stay there until the day you die. He’s yours every bit as much as you’re his, although he likes to put a little more emphasis on the latter.

“Want me to fuck another baby into you?” Hearing him say that makes you realize how incredibly happy you are that he can’t make good on that threat anymore. Sy hadn’t been happy when you’d informed him that you were bestowing upon him the incredible responsibility of contraception after having baby number three, but appointments were made, surgeries were had and all was right with the world. He’d only pouted and moaned about shooting blanks for about six months until things went back to normal.

“Do your worst, big guy,” you tease. You heard his breathing when he asked his question, felt the sheen of sweat covering his whole, massive body as he continued pounding you into the mattress with the same relentless pace as before, only slightly wavering in rhythm… You pull him close, gritting your teeth to get through the cramp in your leg as the weight of Sy’s body forces your legs closer to yours. “Fill me up.”

“That was mean,” Sy mutters, out of breath.

“As if you would have lasted any longer!” you say as you slap him in the face with a pillow. “I was about to tap out, anyway.” Not one word of that is a lie. You wouldn’t have walked for a week if you’d let him keep going. It really was a good thing he was a little on edge already…

“Fine, woman, have your victory,” he growls as he pulls you into his arms and lifts you off the bed. “Ready for another shower?”

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Making Plans - Joseph Quinn

Questioning your relationship with Joe and planning for your future

No serious warnings :)

You would for sure call what you had with Joe a situationship. What started out as casual turned a little less casual then he started travelling so it fell into the realm of casual again but the feelings stayed there. All your friends teased you, calling Joe your boyfriend when in reality you didn’t really know yourself. You spoke daily, he would stay at your place for days before going back to his for a night. You held hands walking down the street, he would greet you with a kiss, yet you hadn’t disclosed what the relationship was, and it was confusing.

Here you sat with Joe on your couch worrying over what you were. I mean it was clear as day, you had your head in his lap while he ran his fingers through your hair reading a book. You were both in your underwear, having a casual lazy Sunday. Surely you were in a relationship, but there was that little bit of doubt in your mind. A pain in your chest that would not go away whenever you thought of the man.

“You okay?” He spoke above you, his hand stopping its movement as he looked over his book and at you who had stopped playing tiktoks on your phone and been staring at the ceiling for the past fifteen minutes.

You met his gaze, the pain in your heart only growing stronger. “I’m fine”

He didn’t believe you.

His eyes didn’t leave your face, instead a frown formed creating deep lines between his eyebrows. You hated that look on him.

“Tell me what it is” He was stern, wasn’t playing around today, you could tell.

“I just-“ You stopped before you could begin, feeling the lump in your throat form and the water start to brim your eyes. You sat up abruptly holding your head in your hands away from Joe so he couldn’t see you cry. You didn’t want to cry, he was going to get everything that’s troubling you out tonight and you didn’t want him to know it had made you cry. You were close with Joe, so so close, but you were both rarely vulnerable with each other. It was a boundary that hadn’t been crossed, you expect part of what had stumped your relationship.

“Hey, come here, what’s wrong?” Joe cooed, scooping you up in his arms and sitting you in his lap. He knew you were crying, you couldn’t hide it.

“Hey sweetheart” Joe tried again, your wet face hiding in the crook of his neck, “Can you talk to me?”

“I just don’t want to lose you” You sobbed, partly hoping that the crying would muffle your words, you weren’t ready for this conversation.

“Lose me?” Joe grabbed your head pulling you away so he could see you. More tears flooded your eyes once you looked at his sad face.

“Why would you lose me? I’m not going anywhere.”

You hiccupped interrupting your next words. “ When you move on from me, find someone else”

Joes frown deepened, “There isn’t anyone else for me., baby I thought we were on the same page?”

You shook your head in response, not trusting your voice right now.

“I didn’t realise you felt this way, how long have you been worrying about this?”

You took a deep breath, calming yourself down. “The whole time”

Joe chuckled, “Here I was thinking we were in a relationship, was going to ask you to move in when I get the new place”

This new revelation fired something in you, had you doubting your own feelings, the ones that got you here to begin with. “I don’t know if I want that”.

“You don’t?” Joe asked, looking disappointed.

“We’ll we’ve never discussed it, I’ve got my own plans I cant just move in with you”

“I guess we never did discuss anything” Joe agreed. “What are your plans then? Tell me and we can work it all out.”

“You want to work around my plans?” You asked receiving a small smile from the man in front of you.

“Of course I do, baby”

“I want to own my own house, not now but in the future, I don’t want to just live in someone else’s house” you began. “And I need to finish uni, I want to get my degree” Joe nodded along as you listed off your life goals. “I want to travel, but not your type of travel where it’s for work, I want to explore and see the world”.

Joe smiled, his hand coming up to push the hair that had fallen in your face back. “I want those things for you” He said, his hand resting on the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek bone comfortingly.

“I want you to own your own house, I want to be with you while it happens, I want to help you in any way. And I want you to finish your degree, you’re so close now I can’t wait to see you graduate. And I want to travel with you, I want to do the touristy things you want to do, I want it all for you and with you”

You blinked away your remaining tears, the swell of love in your chest replacing the pain you felt before.

“And I want you to be with me when I buy my house, I want it to be perfect for you too. I want it to be our house”.

“Our house” you whispered, testing the sound of it on your tongue.

Joes smile grew, “Yes, our house, so stop sulking and let’s keep planning our life together hm?”

The feeling in your chest was ten times stronger than the pain you felt previously. It was so strong and so all consuming that all you could do was pull Joe into a big hug and squeeze. He responded by squeezing back, understanding that all you needed was that right now. You suddenly felt completely in sync with him, like all you were missing was this context and everything felt alright. You had Joe, he was your boyfriend, your life partner, your plans aligned and you were going to be okay.

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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty Two: WHY AM I DREAMING OF US MARRIED (Your in love idiot is that why?)

Everyone was sitting on stumps as you all watched the horror movie play from the projector. Unsurprisingly, Duncan and you had seen the movie, so Duncan was excitedly watching it, and you were staring at it rather bored.

“The killer is gonna go for the car.” You said, sounding terribly bored, with your head in your hands. There were about a hundred other things you’d like to do.

Duncan’s attention turned over to DJ who was cowering in his seat. “Dude, how do you get any girls?” Duncan asked and DJ scowled right before going back to cowering.

Duncan’s eyes flicked over to you as if asking you what women see in DJ. “I mean we like guys with animals.” You shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. “Good thing I got two snakes, and a piranha.” Duncan smiled as you ruffled his hair.

“That’s right, sugar.”

“...does it help I have seven older brothers who have been begging me to date you since I’m pretty sure you were born?” Duncan sighed smiling into his palm.

“They were shipping a newborn and a one year old?” You said raising an eyebrow and Duncan’s smile dropped. “No- forget I told you that.” You rolled your eyes. But you finally noticed that DJ was still shaking in his seat even after the movie had ended.

“What part scared you the most?” Duncan asked his friend, sounding way too interested to be safe, trying to convey that ‘this idiot looks like he’s about to wet his pants, shut your mouth.’ But Duncan smirked, sending you a discreet wink as he continued.

“Was it the part where everyone met a grisly death? Or was it the psycho killer with the-'' as he pulled out his ‘hook’ hand, Leshawna stifled her laughter as she watched you mimic his movements.

“Really, what’s your obsession with having a hook for a hand?” You set your hands on your hips causing Duncan to laugh. “You look just like your mom.” He smiled, and your heart crinkled at the memory. Duncan had begged Chris to put on a horror movie for you, since you had been having a terrible day so far.

Grief sucks. Grief sucks a lot.

“Come on Deej, for a slasher flick, that was pretty tame.” Gwen sighed, staring disappointed at the man, who shrieked sheepishly. You nodded agreeing with her. “Yeah there was no hacking. Not like Blood-Bath 2 Summer Camp of Terror.” You muttered as you sat back down. Have you ever heard the quote “Grief comes and goes in waves?”

Annoyingly, it’s not wrong. “Yo, that’s my favorite movie! I love it when the killer dude sticks that guy's hand in the lawn mower.” Gwen mimicked her words, and you smiled softly.

“Or when he pushes that one chick off the dock, and she lands on a propeller blade that slices her in half.” You remembered that was the one scene that got Duncan to scream when you were eight.

Duncan today just gave you a look that meant ‘I swear if you tell them I’m going to tackle you’.

Suddenly Duncan noticed that DJ was still freaking out each time you mentioned the events so Duncan got in real close and whispered. “Or when he shoves the biggest dude into the woodchipper and plays with the confetti.” DJ screamed like a little girl and jumped into Leshawna's arms.

“Marry me?” You lightly chuckled, wrapping your arms around Duncan and leaning down (he was sitting where you were standing) before kissing his cheek. “Keep doing that and I might.” He mumbled before he realized what he said and stood straight up.

“It’s just mindless guts and gore.” Heather grumbled rolling her eyes. “Hey horror movies have a lot of psychological trauma.” Duncan pointed out and your eyebrows furrowed on your forehead before you spoke again. “So did both our childhoods…” you pointed out to Duncan. “Why do you think they were so fun?” Duncan said sadly kissing your forehead.

“Does anyone know what our challenge is this week?” Heather finally asked. “That’s a good question, it’s Sunday doesn’t he usually tell it to us at midnight?” You asked, suddenly looking around for the man.

Eventually Duncan and you found Chris and Chef on the dock hurriedly packing. “Is there a fire, Chef?” Duncan raised an eyebrow. The man ran onto the boat before he could respond.

“Bye beautiful, I'm gonna tell everyone we’re married.” Chris yelled to you as the boat quickly lodged off. The rest of the campers had followed you in pursuit since they had long-realized that out of the two of you, you were the better tracker.

“You forgot this!” Owen yelled as he picked up a backpack from the dock. A newspaper fell out, you stared at it before Owen picked it up. “This is totally the challenge isn’t it?” Duncan whispered in your ear, you weakly smiled, nodding.

“Escaped psycho killer on the loose.” Owen read aloud. “Be on the lookout for a man wearing a hockey mask, who has a hooked hand and is holding a chainsaw. You raised an eyebrow. “This might be for you.” Duncan realized.

“The plot to the Chains of Massacre: Deep in Camp, how’d he know that was my favorite movie?” You mumbled to your boyfriend who looked sheepish. “I may, or may not talk to the cameras about you a lot.” Duncan said all in one big quick sentence.

You turned around to look at him as the other campers discussed what was happening. “That’s a little bit terrifying, cute, but terrifying cause I do the same just not to the cameras, honestly a lot to Bridgette.” You admitted quietly. “Oh trust me I don’t shut up about you around her.” Duncan quietly chuckled remembering the multiple incidents.

Suddenly Owen pulled some stuff out of the backpack. Chris’s hair gel, the taser for Duncan and you, as well as a picture of you working out, a little remote, the strangest part was that during the time the picture was taken Duncan had been working out with you as well and he had been cut out of the picture. “Woah, maybe this is for real.” Gwen whispered, shocked.

Duncan sneaked around the group before snatching the tasers and the remote out of Owen’s huge hands. He threw all three into the water and whooped.

The ankle monitor that was designed to keep you from leaving the island and would shock you unless given permission was finally done. A small smile graced upon your face. “Also, can I have that?” You snatched the picture of you out of Owen’s hands and Duncan threw you his lighter.

You held it under the picture before telling the group to continue on with their concerns.

Duncan watched as the flames reflected in your eyes and he smiled. Doing those tasks was the first step of surviving Chris McClean.

Sadly somewhere on the island Chris laughed, replicas, everything was merely replicas. Duncan cheerfully waved goodbye to Heather as she stormed off. “Five bucks, Chef kills her on ‘accident’?” You whispered to him and he stifled a laugh. “Oh 100%.” He smirked, shaking your hand.

Gwen shrugged, flipping the girl off behind her back before saying. “The first thing we should do is strategize back at camp. Anyone in?”

You nodded giving her a thumbs up and Duncan shrugged, “I kinda don’t go anywhere without her so-” he smiled pointing at you and you punched his shoulder.

You all sat down around the campfire, but the sitting on the stump was killing your posture slowly so you sat on the sand but very quickly a tired green puppy *cough, Duncan, cough* had wrapped his arms around you and buried his chin into your collarbone and somehow was already snoring.

“I don’t understand how your boy hasn’t ability to sleep on command.” Leshawna sighed clearly wishing she was asleep instead of listening to Gwen go in with the rules.

“Where’s Izzy and Owen?” The goth girl demanded. “I believe they are currently breaking rules on through three, teacher.” You smiled cheekily. “That’s Ms. Teacher to you, sweetheart.” Gwen smirked right before winking.

You gave her a weak smile in return before she went off in her monotone voice going on about which camper should do what and yadda, yadda, yadda.

Your eyes flickered to sleep and you snuggled into Duncan’s chest listening to the soft sounds of him fast asleep. You awoke to Gwen lightly hitting your shoulder. “Why is Leshawna gone?” She asked you. “She went to get some chow.” You sadly forced yourself around Duncan’s arms and his strong grip even when he was fast asleep.

You had gotten a little rest and felt like a new woman. “How do you know that?” Gwen asked as you both sat down on opposing stumps. “I listen a lot, even when I’m asleep.” You sighed, it was a reflex you picked up from Duncan. Gwen crossed out Geoff and DJ, and you picked up two sticks lighting them aglow.

“You know what ticks me off? I was trying to help them.” Gwen grumbled.

“Live and learn sweetheart. Most people aren’t gonna listen to us because we act differently, or we’re girls.” You signed the flames flicking at your skin but the amount of times you’ve been burned you barely had any nerves anymore. “You really are a pyro aren’t you?” Gwen sighed.

You shrugged, and were about to continue before you heard a whimper come out of Duncan barely audible to the bums ear. But Duncan rarely cried in his sleep, only when he was on the stupid nicotine patches. Gwen noticed how worried you looked about Duncan and she sighed, she missed Trent.

You stared for one more minute before realizing he wasn’t going to make a peep again. You shaked off your jitters before you sighed.

“So? I like burning things. It’s fun.” You smiled watching as the sticks slowly got smaller. “Is that why you went to juvie?” Gwen sounded too interested now. Your eyes found hers and you smiled cockily, summoning the girl you made for yourself in juvie.

“Now, why on earth would I tell you that?” You raised an eyebrow, you stuck one of the flaming sticks against the paper on accident, causing Gwen to quickly run off. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Juvie, Juvie, Juvie.” You heard the supposed killer whisper, and your eyes flicked over to Duncan as his eyes flickered in his sleep, almost awakening to the whispering.

“Alright, killer. You and me.” You quickly walked off trying not to wake Duncan. But the second you walked off Duncan was whisked away by Chef, and put in a cot in his cabin.

—

“Okay, have you ever woken up a person having a nightmare? Imagine that but with an ex-con who I know for a fact has knives on his body. I mean in a different setting I’d love for his knife to be on my throat. Just not on live television.” You laughed staring at the outhouse camera.

—

You met the killer on the dock, and smiled, flicking the lighter in your hands on and off. “Hey, goalie boy. Ever got beat by an exhausted girl?” Surprisingly you launched yourself at him even though the chainsaw was going.

You scaled up Chef and used all your body weight to throw him backwards, causing him to land on his back and you straddling him as you took the hook, and chainsaw out of his hands. You took the mask off of Chef and smiled.

“Hey, Chef.” You helped him up as he saved you a side-hug and ruffled your hair. “Just so you know, I got Gwen and Duncan is in the cabin asleep, kid.” Chef let you escort him back to the tent.

Which was full of all your friends, unsurprisingly.

“Hi, Y/N! We need to fight some time!” Izzy was so excited to see you. Everyone congratulated you. But something on the camera caught your eye.

Duncan was asleep but a masked killer stood over him like a looming shadow. “Who the hell is that in the cabin with my boyfriend?” You almost screeched. Scratch that, screeched.

Everyone bolted out of the tent.

—

Duncan’s dream

He came home from work, (where did he work?), and stepped into a house that wasn’t his own. He walked in, holding a briefcase and saw a woman that looked suspiciously like you sitting in a chair rocking a baby back and forth.

“Hey, sweetheart.” The woman whispered since the baby was fast asleep. “Hello, mi vida.” Duncan smiled, kissing your cheek. (Oh my god was that you?)

He was forced awake when he saw a chainsaw man standing over him. His first reaction was to, you know, stab his eyes out, and beat him to death, but then you all quickly ran in.

“DUNCAN.” They all yelled at him. But he was focusing on you, the absolute fear in your eyes and on instinct he reacted.

He launched himself at the chainsaw man and kicked the hook straight off and pinched a nerve which made the man drop the chainsaw, he then grabbed the man’s short hair and pulled back as far as he could exposing his neck which was the signal for neck kick.

Duncan couldn’t see it, but he felt the impact as your carefully aimed kick was sent straight at the killer's throat, who very quickly started high pitched before he stomped off.

“Well that was fun, same time next week?” Duncan said, trying to mask the outright fear he felt now. But you smiled, rolled your eyes and gave him a kiss, which calmed him like a drug.

Gwen came over and gave you a high five. “I might steal your girl, Duncan.” Gwen smiled, staring at you with mock dream eyes (hopefully), Duncan laughed “You wish.”

—

That night Duncan and you got partial immunity which meant that in the situation one of you was voted off your votes would be cut in half.

Which honestly didn’t really matter that night because literally everyone voted for DJ, so it was a waste of winning a challenge. Anyways on that happy note, see you next episode.

—

Bonus: Your favorite memory of your mom

Ages: 4

“Mami.”

The tired woman looked up from her newest dish, but once she saw it was you she smiled happily.

“Yes, bunny, how may I assist you?” She helped you to sit on top of the counter. “How do I make brownies for Duncan? I have no money to buy a huge present.” You said the last part sadly.

She laughed and was curious “What would his big present be, sweetheart?” You smiled not truly understanding how deep your next words would be. “A new daddy. One that makes Duncan happy.” You clapped and your mom sighed sadly.

“Mm, you got a good heart my love. Yes, I will help you make brownies for Duncan’s birthday.” She smiled at you, you despised cooking but wanted to make your best friend happy.

So that’s what you did that afternoon, you cooked, well mostly she cooked, you whined how boring it was, but your mom turned on music and told you to get your wiggles out on the counter that held no ingredients.

You danced as your mama cooked and she smiled slowly beginning to dance with you. After the brownies finished cooking, your mom let you have a taste test and you smiled wide.

“Thank you, mami! You're the best and I love you so very much.” You wrapped your arms around her neck kissing her cheek.

“Of course, bunny. Anything for you.” She smiled, attacking your face with kisses causing you to giggle. She sighed relishing in the sounds of her beautiful daughter so full of energy and joy.

The results had gotten in yesterday about the disease, she knew how long she had left but you didn’t know.

She’d miss her daughter growing up.

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