i will take care of mommy

BTS Reaction to: Finding a mommy cat with a broken leg and six kittens

They were taking shelter from a storm

Jin:

He knew it because he heard all the meows when he was outside. Jin walked in just to see the kittens around over his living room and the mommy with the broken leg. I think he would take care of all the cats. After all we call “Omma Jin” for some reason.

“You came to the right place honey, Omma Jin would take care of you and your babies, after the storm I will take you to the veterinary and they will help you with that broken leg, okay? Okay”

Originally posted by chyogi

Yoongi: 

He would look at the kittens and he would think “How they get here?” but when he saw the broken leg of the mommy he would go and get a old blanket for the kittens and would let them to rest there.

“Having a bad day, eh?” He talked to the mom who came closer to Yoongi to let him pet her.

“I don’t have cat food but I have… ham… Are you thirsty? Of course you’re what kind of question is that”

*Gives food and water for all the cats* *Smiles while he saw them eating and drinking*

Originally posted by butterflyguk

(Just imagine he is looking at the cats okay? I can’t make magic)

Namjoon:

At first he would be surprised because he didn’t expect to go home and find six kittens in his house. But I don’t think he would mind it that much, he would check out if all the kittens are okay and would look for a veterinary closer to his apartament for the mommy.

“Oh well I guess I have some guests today…”

Originally posted by bigbtslover-kookmin

Hoseok:

Oh this ball of sushine, he would be happy of having some visits, and this cute guests it was perfect. When he saw the broken leg of the mommy he considered the idea of going to a veterinary even with the storm but then he thought “I can’t leave her babies here” And he decided to go when the storm is over.

“Aww you’re babies are so adorable it would be cute having you here for a while”

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Jimin:

He would be surprised before than nothing, like “When did all this cuties came here?” but after all he couldn’t kicked them out, he is not heartless, he would look something like a box and some old blakents. Also leaving some food and water.

“If you’re gonna stay here for a while at least I will make sure you’re comfortable until I take you to a veterinary”

Originally posted by urnotnamjoon

Taehyung:

At the first moment that one kitten he charged it on his arms while amazed looked at the other five kittens and their mommy with her leg broken.

“Oh, you came for help, don’t you? I will help you just because you’re adorable”

Originally posted by kimswoc

(Again, imagine the puppy is a cat)

Jungkook:

“When did I got these cute babies?”

I think Jungkook would love it and would enjoy it. He would try to win the acceptance of the mommy so he can put her in a better place than the floor. 

“You and your babies are gonna be okay I will take care of you…. You’re such a good mommy” 

Originally posted by mongmochi

I think I died. This is one of the cutest request I have ever had.

20 Questions

ANSWER THESE 20 QUESTIONS AND TAG 20 FOLLOWERS (not gunna happen)

I was tagged by @harryisabean, I love doing these even though it takes me 4 centuries to do them, but thank you Kaleighhh! 

Name: Mind (uh..controversial..bc its an official nickname given by me mommy)

Nickname/s: Miry (my sisters), Mindee (HS best friend), Mulan (slightly racist….a-hem, but he’s my best friend lol..)

Zodiac Sign: Aries (accurate bc I’m stubborn AF)

Height: 5′4″

Orientation: Mostly straight, don’t care for labels

Ethnicity: Asian

Favorite Fruit: Pineapples 🍍!! Mango??

Favorite Book Series: Uh..Series of Unfortunate Events, Harry Potter series, Paranormalcy (idk it was good and I was 12), and The Seer of Shadows (it was scary and I was 13)..more, but I have shit memory.

Favorite Flower: Unsure, not a flower-type gal as I’m kinda allergic too, but maybe..(..and this is after some intense deliberation on google..) Bleeding Hearts (bc me as a flower)

Favorite Smell: Vanilla/Sweet aromas, not too floral

Favorite Season/s: Fall/winter

Favorite Animal/s: small dogs..but I’m not a huge animal person if I’m being honest (*sweats nervously* y’all gunna attACK me)

Favorite Color/s: Pale lime green, Blue/Grey (yiKE, am I too extra?? There’s not a color I truly dislike, except for ROYAL BLUE ew))

Coffee, Tea or Cocoa?: All, mainly coffee or tea

Average Sleep Hours: uhM like 6-7hrs (some nights tho, it’s like I die for 12 hrs, depending on work schedule)

Favorite Fictional Character/s: Oooh..uh..any fanfic Larry, ever? lol, also BIG fan of Josephine (Jo) March from Little Women bc RELATABLE.

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: SOLO UNO bc TOO HOT my lordt

Dream Trip: Europe!! (like anywhere), or road trip to Cali with friends, maybe.

Blog created: around Spring 2013 (hehe)

Number of followers: 146 riP, and I’ve been in this fandom for 6, going on 7, years now, but haven’t been active on this blog until 2 years ago, and even then, I kept to myself. Had an IG account back then, tho, good times. Thank you to everyone following me <3

I’m tagging @letsbelarryaf, @well–well-wellington, @lovelylarrie, @flowercrown-haz

Bts reaction to you giving them boner while sitting in their lap

Request 1:  Hey can u make bts react when u you give them a boner while sitting on their lap ? ( sorry my english is bad hopefully i can understand it)


Jin

“Baby,I suggest you sit on the couch for a while. The movie is nice. I don’t want to fuck you here. Give me 10 minutes to calm down.”

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

Yoongi

“Now I have a boner. You will take care for the mess you made. Fuck the stupid the movie. We can watch it later.”

Originally posted by scartic

Namjoon

Stops the movie, locks his hands around your waist. “Move, slowly. Not that  slowly, baby girl. You know exactly at what pace. Don’t tease or it will backfire.”

Originally posted by https-km

Hoseok

“Baby, please stop moving. I beg you. I don’t want to fuck you in front of the boys. I feel awkward enough already. I said stop you little naughty girl or I’ll have to punish you late.”

Originally posted by shinenamjoon

Jimin

“Y/n, baby, I hope you feel what I hope you feel. Don’t move and just ignore it. We’ll take care of it later. And by later I mean the whole night ahead.”

Originally posted by micopanda1

Taehyung

“Baby, can you please move? I really need this right now. Good little girl, are you?”

Originally posted by jiminnout

Jungkook

“I dare you to move again. Move one more fucking time and you feel what’s underneath you. This will be buried deep in you and you won’t cum for the next week.”

Originally posted by eatupbangtan


Masterlist 

CONFESS YOUR SINS, LOVE OR WHATEVER EMOTION YOU FEEL TOWARDS WHOEVER. WHAT HAVE YOU IMAGINED? MOMMY,A.K.A ME, WILL LISTEN.

Also we are playing “Would you rather” so tag along/

“Growing Up a Winchester”  Sam/Dean x Sister Reader

Word Count: 3,867

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister Reader, some Castiel x Reader

Summary: While on a long road trip to a hunt, you reminisce about your memories growing up with your brothers, from the best ones, to the worst, to the most awkward.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, angst, light smut between Cas and the reader

Flashbacks are in italics.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

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You’re sitting in the backseat of the impala, looking out the window at the scenery. Dean, of course, is driving, and Sam is sitting on the passenger side, sleeping. You have a hard time sleeping in the car, so on long car trips like this, you have a hard time. Thankfully, Dean is usually always awake as well, and serves as your entertainment.

Growing up as the youngest Winchester sibling was not always fun and games, especially being a teenage girl. As much as your brothers love you, they know absolutely nothing about teenage girls. You more often than not felt like you were raising yourself, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your brothers are your rock, and you would never leave them.

You can barely remember the first time you’d met Dean. Your dad, John, had gotten your mother pregnant and throughout the first four years of your life, he was very in and out of your life. He’d only show up at your house once a year, normally on your birthday. He’d call on holidays, but you were too young to hold a conversation. A little after your fourth birthday, your mother had passed away from cancer. You had nothing and no one else, and your dad John came to your rescue.

“Hey, kiddo.” John had told you, picking you up from the hospital. He looked tired, the bags underneath his eyes more prominent than you had ever seen them.

“Hi.” You say quietly. You didn’t really know what was going on. All you knew was that your mommy was in a better place and you were going to live with your dad. You remember being nervous, because to you, your dad was like a stranger. You knew nothing about him.

“Do you have your stuff? You’re comin’ to stay with me and your brother, Dean. Dean’s excited to meet you, you know.”

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To all my littles...

To all my Trans little boys, you look so handsome and I’m so proud of you.

To all my Trans little girls, you look beautiful, and you’re doing great.

To all my nonbinary littles, you are awesome, and you have a super cool gender.

To all my underage littles, it’s okay to regress. Your head space is not a kink.

To all my littles without caregivers, it’s okay sweet pea. There is absolutely nothing wrong with taking care of yourself.

To all my cubby littles, you are so cute. More of you means more to love.

To all my littles with mental health issues, it’s okay to struggle. You are so strong and you are going to do great things.

To all my lgbt+ littles, you are valid and deserve love.

You are all such wonderful people, and I am so lucky to be in a community with you.

Take a deep breath, drink some water, eat a healthy snack, and remember how great you are.

Chicken Soup

Daddy married a new lady. She’s supposed to be my new mommy but I don’t like her very much, and ever since she started living here I’ve been getting sick.

She’s very good at pretending to be a good mommy. She gives me fresh soup and warm tea with all the honey I want. But she’s still not mommy. She’ll never be mommy.

I cry and cry to daddy for him to send her away but he tells me to hush. He tells me that she is doing her very best. That she cries over my health. I should give her a chance.

And the more she takes care of me, the sicker I get. I get so sick, that I end up in a hospital! The doctors make me better, and send me home after a few days.

And then I get sick all over again.

And it happens again and again and again, until the nurses know me by name. The doctors like to ask my daddy lots of questions about mommy. A strange man in a suit and a nice smile talked to me about her too.

I’m so happy. Daddy says my fake mommy was going away, and I’ll never see her again. He looks so mad, but I know he’s not mad at me.

He doesn’t know I was the one pouring bleach in the soup she used to give me.

This Is War (Part 2 of Runaway Ballerina)

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, Castiel x sister!reader 

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and fluff

Summary: Chaos and war within the bunker between siblings.

Part 1

For those of who wanted a part 2 here you go!!! Hope you guys don’t mind that I tagged you in Part 2.  @sandlee44 @supdarling @queenpammy13 @evyiione @radstudenttravelerblr @straightasdeanwinchester @violinmyhead @xfanqirlinq @cozyjaws @meeshw777 @sassyspn67 @winchesters-favorite-girl @i-is-small-winchester @dauntless-dean @moose-and-sqruille-lover @galifreyanotaku @skeletoresinthebasement @babygoatsaf

Originally posted by green-circles

It’s late at night around 3:15 am and Cas is sitting in the bunker library reading some lure on witches to try and help Y/N get back to normal. He suddenly hears a chair next to him scrape the wood floors. He slowly looks to his right to see a tiny Y/N sitting on her calves with her dark brown hair all over the place with one of Dean t-shirts as pajamas, her eyes red and puffy.

“What’s wrong? Why are you not sleeping?” He ask.

“I has a bad dream. I don’t wanna sleep no more.”

“Why don’t you go to Sam or Dean’s room?”

“I don’t wanna wake them up, I usually went to my daddy’s bed bu-but he’s not here.” She says looking down. Cas face softens hearing this from her. “Castill” she says. Cas chuckles hearing her butcher his name. “Castiel.” He corrects. “Case.. cast…Castie.” She says frowning and Cas sits there smiling. “Can you take me for a drive?” She ask. “A drive?”

“When I can’t sleep my daddy takes me on a ride.”

“Well I don’t have a car.”

“We can take baby.”

“I don’t think Dean would like it if I took his car that he considers as an infant.”

“Well, Dean told me you’re baby in a trench coat and that you have wings like a fairy. So can you fly me someplace?” Cas frowns at this remembering the day at the diner. “I’m don’t think that’s a good idea Y/N.”

“Please Castie!” She begs. “I don’t wanna see anymore monsters in my dreams.” She whimpers. He looks down at her pouty face and sighs. “Only for a few minutes.” He gives in. She gasp reaching up for him. He picks her up and zaps them to a field. Cas sets her on his lap and they both look up at the stars. “How many stars do you think there are?” Cas ask pointing up.

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Come Home Harry, Come Home Part 3 (Harry Styles Imagine)

Summary: “Y/N is 5 months pregnant, and Harry gets into a car accident.  The car accident affected Harry severely with a loss of memory.”

Requested: yes

Warnings: divorce, delivery problems

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait, it’s been a bad week. Thank you for sending in ideas and voting on your favorites! I hope you enjoy.

Part 2

Originally posted by growgardens

Come Home, Harry, Come Home (Part 3)

“You’re agreeing to the divorce?” Gemma asks, as she visited you after hearing the news.

“Yes, he doesn’t remember anything. And I agree with him, it’s not fair to him, if he really doesn’t remember, that he would live a life with a woman he doesn’t know, and a baby that he would think is his.”  You explain playing around with your wedding ring.

“I should really take this off.” You say, taking off your ring, “Can you give it back to him? I don’t think I can see him.” You say, handing it to her, not looking at her.

“I can’t take that ring. I don’t believe that you should agree to the divorce. He loves you, he’s just out of it right now. He will remember, you have to fight for this Y/N.” Gemma says.

“But I can’t.” You say defeated. “He said my worst fear. That I am holding him back. I have felt that way the entire time we have been together. I’m not famous, I am the girl from back home, and he gave up what could have been his party days, where he could have been dating any girls, and touring everywhere, to marry me, and start a family at 23.”

Gemma breathes out, and seems to think of what to say next.

“You’ve known my brother for a few years now, but I have known him for his entire life. The fame life does not faze him. The partying, the hooking up, that’s not satisfying to him. He always wanted to be married and have a family. When he met you, I had never seen him so happy, it was like when he would get off stage from performing in front of an awesome crowd. He told everyone about you, he wanted all of us to like you. And whenever we would joke about marriage, he was always serious about saying you would be the one he was going to marry. Y/N, I am begging you, you can’t just give up. Because one day he is going to wake up and remember everything, and you won’t be there. And he will feel like he ruined everything. It will kill him.’” Gemma says, almost begging.

You feel tears in your eyes, but you shake your head, “I’m sorry Gemma, I can’t. I have to go, I need to get prepared for our meeting tomorrow.” You say getting up, not looking at Gemma, because if you do, you will cry.

“I’m sorry.” You say softly again, before walking out.


After you drive home, you are lying in bed rubbing your nine month size stomach.

“Hi baby girl.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I’m sorry that I have been crying a lot, and that I have been stressed, I’m sorry, but mommy is going through a lot, but I promise you, after tomorrow we are going to have a new life tomorrow. And we are going to be okay, just you and me.”  You say feeling tears fall down your face.

“We’re going to be okay, love. We’re going to be okay.” You say rubbing your stomach. “I can’t wait to see you, and hug you and kiss you. I will see you soon. Good night love.”


After about two hours of sleep, you wake up to a very uncomfortable feeling.

“What’s going on baby?” You ask, rubbing your stomach, and then you get the feeling again. And then, you feel liquid go down your thighs.

“Oh, you’re coming. Oh my God you’re coming.” You say pushing yourself up, off the bed.

You grab your phone from off your nightstand, and dial the Gemma’s number.

“Answer Gemma, answer.” You beg, breathing out at another contraction.

After a few more rings, she answers.

“Y/N?” you hear Gemma say very tiredly.

“Gemma” you breathe out.

“Y/N? Oh my God are you okay?” She asks worried, hearing your heavy breathing.

“The baby.” You breathe out. “She’s coming.”

“I will be right over.  You hang in tight alright. Just breathe, and count the time between the contractions.” She says.

“I will, just come quick.” You say trying to control your breathing.


Within fifteen minutes, Gemma is there, helping you, get up, and grabbing the hospital bag.

After she gets you in the car, she tells you, “I called Harry, he is coming. I’m sorry if you didn’t want me to, but he is the father, and even if you said that you didn’t want him there, I know you would want him there.”

“No, it’s okay. That’s-“ You breathe out, “it’s good. He should be there, it’s the birth of his daughter.”

“Alright sister, we’re here. You ready?” She says, unbuckling her seat belt, and reaching over to unbuckle you.

“Yes, let’s do this.”

When you both get into hospital, you see Harry sitting in one of the waiting rooms, and when he sees you, he immediately gets up, and wraps one of your arms around him, helping you walk.

“I got you a room.” He says.

“Thank you.” You say, not looking at him, knowing it is too hard.

As you get into the room, Harry helps you lay down, and immediately nurses, and a doctor comes in.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Styles” the doctor says, “I am Doctor Carlino, and I will be delivering your daughter today.” She says smiling.

“How far in between each contraction?” She asks one of the nurses.

“6 minutes”, says the nurse, and she starts preparing you for your epidermal shot.

“Put your legs up” the doctor says, which you do.

“You are close to full dilation. Just a few more inches, you’ll be ready, just hang in there sweetheart.” She says, holding your hand. “First time parents?” She asks, looking between you and Harry.

“Yes.” You say, before Harry could answer.

“You two are a beautiful couple, your daughter is going to be very lucky.”

“Thank you” Harry says politely.

After about two hours, Doctor Carlino comes, in and checks you again, “you are at full dilation.”

“Now, I am going to need you to start pushing.”

As soon and your start pushing, you begin to feel weak.

“Doct-“ you try to say, “doct” you try again.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Doctor Carlino asks, looking up.

“Grab the oxygen tank.” She orders to the nurses.

“What is happening?” Harry asks concerned.

“Your wife is preeclampsia.” She says.

“What, what does that mean?” He asks.

“It means that we need to deliver this baby now.”

“What if we-“

“Mr. Styles, it is my job as a doctor to do the best that I can do. I need you to let us do our job. I am going to make sure you go home with both your baby and your wife. We need to deliver your daughter, to prevent injuries to your wife. But Mr. Styles, I need to know right now, if it comes down to it, who do you choose, you wife or your daughter?”

It is in that moment, where Harry looks at you, and everything comes back. He remembers seeing you when he came back home to visit the bakery and seeing that you took his job. He remembers your first date where you made the first move and kissed him that night. He remembers your first Christmas together, buying the apartment together, him proposing to you, and all of your friends and family running in afterwards to congratulate you both. He remembers you walking down the aisle at your wedding, and feeling the wind knocked out of him of how gorgeous you looked. He recalls the day he came home, to having you run up and jump on him to tell him you’re pregnant. He remembers waking up that morning before the car accident, and rubbing your stomach and speaking to your daughter. Then it comes back to him what you said to him when he was asleep.

“The baby.” You answer before he can. “You save the baby.” You say looking at him.

“You do everything in your power to make sure our baby girl gets out safe, don’t worry about me, and just make sure our daughter is born.” You say to the doctor.

“Love” Harry tries to say.

“Harry, I am a fighter. Don’t worry about me. I can do this.” You say looking at him, then grabbing your stomach in pain.

“Mr. Styles, you need to leave.” One of the nurses says.

“But-“ He says looking up, trying to see you, but suddenly he can’t, as he just sees the back of nurses and doctors.

“Mr. Styles, you need to trust us, that we will do our job.” The nurse says.

“Please, just please have me bring home my daughter and my wife.” Harry says feeling tears fill his eyes, “please.”

And then Gemma comes, up and grabs Harry, and hugs him while he cries.

They both don’t say anything, but Gemma just holds him, rubbing his back.

“Gemma” He says looking down at his sister. “I, I messed it up.” He says. “I wanted to divorce the love of my life, the mother of my child.  And I can’t even apologize to her, or tell her I love right now. Or I might not ever, I- I” Harry says breathing heavily, with tears streaming down his face.

“Harry, right now, you need breathe. You know Y/N, she is a fighter. And she will make it through this. You need to believe in her.”

After an agonizing hour and a half, the doctor finally comes out.

Harry immediately stands up, and rushes to her. “How is she? My daughter, my wife? How are they?”

“Your daughter is like your wife, a fighter.”

“They are okay?” He asks.

“Yes, you can go in and seem them. Congratulations.” She says, grabbing his shoulder.

Harry does not hesitate, and walk into the room. When he walks in, he feels all the air leave his lungs. He sees you, with no makeup, and your hair sticking to the side of your face due to the sweat, and in that moment, you look as gorgeous when you walked down the aisle. And then he looks at your daughter in your arms, and he feels tears stream down his face.

“And look love, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here to see you.” You say to your daughter looking at him.

Harry walks over, and looks at your daughter.

“Can, can I hold her?” He asks you.

“Yes.” You say, carefully placing your daughter in Harry’s arms.

“Hi baby.” He says looking down at her. “It’s your daddy. You are so beautiful, you definitely got your beauty from your mom.” He says looking over at you.

“I wasn’t here for a little while, and I’m sorry. But your mommy did a very good job taking care of you and keeping you safe. She’s great isn’t she? We’re both very lucky. But, I am here now, and I am not going to be leaving you or mommy if I can help it. Okay?”

Then a nurse comes over, to grab your daughter to clean her off, and put her down to sleep.

Harry walks over to you and grabs your hand, “You kept the ring. You still wear it.”

“Yes, I tried to give it to Gemma, but she wouldn’t take it. She kept telling me to fight for us.”

“Were you going to fight for us?” He asks, playing with the ring on your finger.

“I wasn’t going to fight the divorce.” You say. “If you wanted it, I would agree with it. I just want you to be happy.”

“I don’t want the divorce.” He says.

“What?” You ask confused, looking up at him.

“I remember everything. I can’t have you leave me. I need you, I need the both of you. Please.” Harry begs.

“I am not going anywhere. Neither of us. We are staying right here.” You say grabbing his hand. “I promise.” You say grabbing his hand and kissing it.


A/N: THAT WAS AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER AND I AM SORRY AND I’M ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I love you all, and I hope you enjoyed it! Tell me what you think!

Pain In The- (The One Who Worries Part 2)

Writer - @dammntwilightsaga

Requested - Yes.

This was good, could you possibly do a part 2 where the baby is born.  I’m curious to see how Paul would react. - @xoxoronanlynch

Disclaimer - I do not own any of The Twilight Saga’s characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Twilight

Summary – Paul’s imprint, (Y/N), is officially overdue to have their baby but it finally decides it’s ready to be apart of the world and no one knows what to do.

Warning(s) - swearing, delivery of a newborn, mentions of breastfeeding (this really shouldn’t be a warning.), fluff, horribly written birthing scene lol

PART 1

A/N - Request are open :)

Originally posted by leahlahote

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Imagine Dean coaching your daughter’s soccer team.


Characters: Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: mild angst, super fluff, daddy! Dean (yes, it’s a warning because *swoon*)

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic TEN. The line requested was “The whistle makes me their god.” It was requested by @pinknerdpanda​ . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I didn’t get to add in the smut that you requested because the story in my head just didn’t lend itself to it. Hope you aren’t too disappointed with the outcome. I personally had tears of joy in my eyes as I was editing it. I LOVE daddy! Dean. 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine how the Egos would react if a small child turned up on their doorstep and they had to take care of them for the day before retuning them safely to their parents.

(I saw a post the other day that kind of gave me the idea for this. The situation involved Anti finding the child instead, though. But anyway, hope you guys enjoy!)

Silver finds it, the child, a little four year old girl with something sticky smeared on her mouth and big crocodile tears in her eyes. “Where’s my mommy?” Silver screams, and that doesn’t help the situation at all.

“How did it even get in here?” Google wrinkles his nose at the small child. “Disgusting.”

Bim braids the little girl’s hair and sings to her with a calming voice. “Be nice, Google. She’s just a baby, after all.”

“‘m not a baby. I’m four and a half,” she holds up her fingers to show Bim, and he smiles.

Wilford takes her into the studio and lets her try on costumes, which he uses his abilities on to make them fit her. They blow bubbles, eat cotton candy, and when she’s good and worn out, the little girl falls asleep in his lap.

Ed eyes the two of them on the couch in the living room. “I’ll make ya an offer for her. Fifty bucks down payment, bet I could make a nice profit…”

Wilford glares at him. “No.”

Dark finds them next. “What is that?” His voice makes the little girl stir from sleep, and when she sees him, she immediately starts screaming and crying at the top of her lungs. Dark claps his hands over his ears to shut out the noise. “Make it stop! You there, stop that this instant!” His compulsion makes the girl stop crying, but she continues to sniffle as Dark paces closer. “We’ve got to find her parents and return her, Wilford.”

The pink Ego hugs the child closer. “No, she’s mine now! I found her, and she’s cute.”

The Host wanders in. “Oh, good lord,” turns around and walks back out. Dark chases after him, and together, he and Google search for the child’s parents. It takes several hours to convince Wilford that giving the girl back to her parents is the best thing for her.

The forgetful father? Chase Brody.

Wilford grabs him by the collar of his shirt, causing his stupid, oversized hat to fall off his head, and drags him forward so the two are nose to nose. “Lose that sweet child again, and I will end you.” The little girl just giggles and keeps blowing bubbles.

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 36

Summary: Taking Judith weighs heavy on your mind. Smut/Fluff.

A/N: I’m sorry it’s taking so long to put out chapters, and I’m sorry if this chapter is trash. I’m having a difficult time with writing lately, and hope to be out of this rut soon!

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“No one can tell what is righteous and what is wrong, what is good and what is evil.”

~ Unknown

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The ride was quiet, and when you arrived back to the sanctuary the silence around the place was almost unnerving. You opened the door to the truck, climbing out carefully with Judith still clinging to your shoulders. Negan’s men barely spoke, which was unusual. Apparently even they hadn’t realized what Negan was going to do.

Even though you realized his strategy was necessary for many reasons, you still knew that it was wrong on a human level. But when you looked at the bigger picture you knew that survival was more important than morals these days, and it was something you were gonna have to put out of your mind. What was human anymore anyway? Humanity went out the window the day the dead rose and started killing those that were still alive.

Negan watched over you as you stood there, rocking Judith in your arms. She was babbling happily, and reached up to grab a handful of your hair and gave it a generous tug. You winced as she did, but smiled back at her anyway. You were just happy she wasn’t screaming bloody murder.

“I think she fuckin’ likes you.. Never pegged you as the fuckin’ babysitting type.” Negan snorted as he leaned against the truck.

You shrugged as you looked back to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see David standing near the back of the truck as he watched on, silently.

“It’s not very hard to keep a toddler entertained.” You smirked as Judith tugged on you hair again before wrapping her arms around your neck, trying to get closer to you.

“Good. She shouldn’t be a fuckin’ problem for you then.”

You shot a glance back at Negan, shaking your head quickly, “No. I can’t keep her, Negan.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, “Why the fuck not, darlin’?”

“I’m already in charge of three other people.” You protested, your forehead creasing.

He gave you a smirk, shrugging his shoulders, “Just fuckin’ do it, darlin’. Be motherly.”

You shut your eyes tightly, “Why not get the other wives to do it? It’s not like they do a fucking thing all day long.”

Negan sighed, a faint growl resonating in his tone, “al-fuckin-right. Let them have her.” He said standing up straight again, “But if I hear anything about her crying, and throwing a goddamn fit, you’re gonna take her back. I can’t listen to that shit 24/7.”

You nodded, and placed a hand on your hip, “Fine.”

“Take her to them. When you’re done with that shit, you go get that asshole from Alexandria. It’s time we were properly introduced.” He said, giving you a cocky smirk as he turned on his heel, and headed off in the opposite direction.

You started of towards the main building when you saw David walking up beside you. You gritted your teeth, preparing yourself for one of his snide remarks.

“Did we just do what I think we did?” He asked, looking down at Judith.

“I guess we did. At least nobody died, or are you gonna tell me how much more fucked up this is?” You rolled your eyes as stopped in your tracks, giving him a hostile stare.

He shook his head, “It’s fucked up, but I’d rather you not kill me for saying so.”

You shrugged, remembering that you blatantly threatened him earlier, “I’m over it.”

“If you say so. What do you want me to do now?” He asked, there was a certain look in his eye, you knew he wanted to leave.

“Go to your room. I’ve got to take care of some stuff.” You said, motioning for him to get lost with your head.

He gave you one last nod before you parted ways.
You continued up the stairs to the floor where you stayed with Negan, which also housed the other wives on the same hallway. For the first time, you were finally happy to visit the common room where the wives gathered during the day.
Judith had started to become restless in your arms, trying her best to break free.
You pushed the door open, not bothering to knock, since you were a wife this was technically your room as well, but you never had a reason to go there. It was well known that you weren’t exactly welcome there either, you had never been accepted by the other wives, but you didn’t care. They hated you, and you hated them.

All of them immediately became alert as the door opened to the room. Everyone hopeful that it was Negan making his daily rounds to shower them with risque compliments, and if they were lucky - a little more than that. But the atmosphere of the room turned frigid and the hopeful look on their faces changed to sneers once that they saw that it was you, and not Negan.
It would have been worse had it not been for the saving grace of the child in your arms.
Their eyes seemed to light up at again at the sight of her, their maternal instincts obviously coming out.
Most of the women were either mothers at one time, or either women who desperately wanted a baby.

“Where’s Sherri?” You asked one of the wives.
She was a redhead, lounging on the sofa in a black evening dress. For the life of you, you couldn’t remember her name, and you weren’t sure if you even knew it to begin with.
She slowly lifted herself from the couch and walked over towards you, purposely ignoring you, but bending down slightly to greet Judith.

“She yours?” She asked, barely interested in an answer from you, but knowing she had to say something. Judith reached out to the woman opening and closing her hands in a grabbing motion, no doubt wanting to be held by someone new.
You adjusted her in your arms again, shaking your head, “No. She’s not mine. Where Sherri?” You asked again.

The woman, not being able to dodge the question anymore, stood back up straight, brushing some hair behind her ear before giving you a sour look, “Why do you need her?”

You pursed your lips as your eyebrows knitted together at her attitude, “It’s not your business.”

“It kind of is. Sorry if we’re not so eager to let you know where she is. You never have anything to do with us, unless you’re killing us.” She snapped back, her eyes burning into you.

You grunted in frustration, they were really working your nerves amd they knew it. If you could have your way, they’d all be done for, but you knew far too well that the thought itself was off limits.

“I’m not here to kill any of you.” You paused for a moment, “Not today anyway.” You said with a shit eating grin.

She scowled back at you as did the rest of them suddenly at you comment, “I don’t know where Sherri is.”

You closed your eyes for a moment before opening them back up to meet her hostile gaze again, “Whatever. Look, I don’t have time to take care of the kid.” You said gesturing to Judith, “So, which one of you wants to play mommy?”

The redhead crossed her arms again, and looked behind her to the other wives - some of them visibly shaking their heads “no” amd other nodding quickly - they were silently debating. After a few moments, she finally turned back to you, “I’ll do it. What’s in it for me?”

“Nothing. These are Negan’s orders. Do you want to interrupt his busy schedule just to ask him what you’d get out of it?” You huffed.

Her harsh glare suddenly softened when you mentioned that these were orders directly from the man himself, “Fine.” She sighed, holding her arms out to take Judith from yours gently. Judith was grabbing for the woman, obviously relishing the thought of being held by someone new.

“Feed her. Change her. Keep her happy, that’s all you have to do.” You said in a plain tone.

The wife rolled her eyes, “I think I could have figured that out.”

“Good. I hope for your sake that you could. I’ll come back and check on her from time to time. Whatever things you need to take care of her, you can ask for it, or take your ass down to the market like a normal person and get it yourself. There’s no reason for you to fuck this up.. So, don’t give me a reason-” You cut yourself off to drag your hand across your gun. You didn’t need to finish the sentence, she understood, and it was made all the more clear when she swallowed nervously. She nodded once more, and you left the room to go back downstairs.

Once you arrived back at the makeshift apartments, you headed down another long hallway, looking for Eugene’s room.
He was on the same hallway as David, and for a moment you thought about stopping in to check on him, but didn’t see the real point in doing so.
You finally found Eugene’s door and stood outside of it for a moment, you could hear the T.V. going from inside. You knocked on the door loudly a few times.

“Enter.” Came the voice from the otherside.

You opened it and entered, closing the door behind you.
Eugene was seated in front of the TV, his eyes never leaving it as he a played a video game.
You sat on the edge of the bed, watching him to see if he’d look at you, but he wouldn’t.

You cleared your throat, leaning forward, “So, how are you liking it here?”

He made no effort to answer you and only gave you a small glance before giving his full attention back to the game.
You dropped your head momentarily, smiling as you lifted it back up to look at him, “Let me guess, you blame me for all this shit, too?”

After a few more moments of silence, it was finally broken when he decided to speak, “Negative. I do not judge your proclivities as to why you remain here, or why you fraternize with these people, even if you are considered an enemy now.”

You laughed softly, he always had a way of speaking that made it seem like he just stepped out of a science lab, “Jesus. I see you haven’t changed a bit.”

“I wasn’t under the impression that it was a requirement.” He said in a monotone voice.

You rolled you eyes and stood back up, “It was a joke.” You paused for a moment as you look around the room, “How can we make you more comfortable around here. Is there anything you need?”

He paused the game, finally seeming interested in what you were saying, “.. Well, I’d like to acquire some better reading material. The bookshelf is pretty sparse, and although, The Playboys I was given were a thoughtful gesture.. I’d prefer something intellectual.. I’d also like some pickles.” He said timidly, pointing to the shelf behind you.

You snorted with laughter as you turned around to see that there were indeed a stack of Playboys on his bookshelf, it was no doubt Negan’s handywork.

“Well, I see Negan gave you a housewarming gift.” You said as you turned back to him, “We have a library here. You can check it out for yourself - as for the pickles, we don’t have any.”

“Library?” He asked surprised, his head perking up.

You nodded back, “Daryl would have been able to see it, too, if he hadn’t hightailed it.”

“He escaped?” Eugene asked, tilting his head towards you.

“Yeah, do you know where he is?”

He shook his head quickly, “No, I don’t.. I’d tell you if I did.”

“Sure.” You said as you walked to the door, “You ready to go?”

“I was already given a fair rundown of what your facility offers by one of your colleagues. I have no need to see anymore at this moment.” He said bluntly, his eyes on the TV screen again.

You bit the inside of your cheek and took a step towards the television, turning it off, “This isn’t an afternoon stroll in the park, Eugene, and It’s non-negotiable. So get up.”

He looked up at you nervously before rising off the sofa.
He followed behind you as you exited the room, neither of you speaking much as you made your way throughout the building.
You showed him the main parts of the building where he would be spending most of his time when he wasn’t in his room, and he seemed less than interested.
When you finally got to the comissary, it was packed with people.
Eugene looked around like a deer in headlights as he followed beside you closely, bringing his arms into his chest.

“Anybody explained the points system to you yet?” You asked, keeping your eyes forward as you walked passed the various venders that were in charge of selling goods and other items.

“No one has elaborated on that. No.” He said in a low tone as he looked around as if he was in a daze.

“Real simple. You’re a smart guy, so I’m sure you can follow. Whatever job you get around here, depending on what that is, it pays a certain amount of points a day. With those points, you can come here,” you spread your arms out as if you were advertising the place, “..And spend those hard earned points on whatever the hell you want. All you do is write down what you do, how many points something is worth, and sign your name. That’s it.”

“I understand.” He said, looking over the place with more interest than he had previously shown. You could tell if it was genuine, or just for the fact that he was scared shitless.

“With the points you earn, I’d start by getting a haircut.” You teased, pointing to his hair.

“What?” He asked confused.

You pointed to a man seated in a chair across the walkway getting his hair trimmed, “Barber. Might be able to kill that thing on your head.”

You kept walking and finally stopped in front of a table of someone who was selling food that they had made, “Well, it must be your lucky day, Eugene.” You smirked as you opened a jar of pickles on the table, and pulled one out to taste it, “That’s some decent do it yourself stuff.” You said, taking another out the jar to hand to Eugene.

“No, thank you.” He said shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, and dropped it back into the jar, leaning down to sign your name on the points clipboard for purchase. Since you never worked for points all you had to sign was:
(Y/N) - Wife

You picked up the jar and thrust it into his arms, he grabbed it and gave you a look of confusion, “What’s this?”

“Consider it a small peace offering - a gift. Whatever you wanna call it.”

“Thank you.”

“You want something, then take it, Eugene. Now follow me, it’s time you met the boss again.”

His eyes widened as he knew you were refering to Negan, and it was obvious that Eugene was terrified. You could see him go pale as a look of sickness came over his face, and beads of sweat instantly formed on his forehead. He still followed behind you obidiently as you led him out into the yard. He clung to the jar of pickles for dear life as he spotted Negan standing in front of a chain-link fence where the walkers were kept to protect the front gate, he was talking to a few other saviors.
You stood there quietly, waiting for him to finish talking. He noticed the both of you immediately, giving you a pleased smile.
You returned a weak smile to him, the activities of the day were still fresh in your head, and it made you nervous to think of it.
It brought questions into your mind, making you wonder what else Negan was really capable of doing if pushed to a certain point. It made you think that maybe you, yourself weren’t as immune to his actions as you thought you might be.

Negan threw his hands up as he turned his attention to Eugene, “There he is. Man of the fuckin’ hour. Come over here, big fella.” Negan said excitedly as he motioned him forward.

Eugene gave you a urgent glance before he took a few hesitant steps forward to Negan.
Negan tilted his head at Eugene, his forehead creasing.

“Well don’t be goddamn rude, asshole. It’s common courteousy to say hello when someone greets you.” He said in a berating tone. Negan didn’t really give a shit whether he greeted him or not, this was just another way to take him down a couple of notches, and stay in control.

“H-Hello.” Eugene stammered, keeping his eyes lowered.

Negan nodded, “That’s fuckin’ better was that so fuckin’ hard?”

Eugene shook his head.

Negan threw his arm around Eugene, making him jump, “Did you like my little fuckin’ housewarming gift? Every man needs a stack of skin books sitting around.”

Eugene nodded, “I appreciate the gesture.. But I usually prefer something more.. Scientific.”

Negan gave him a confused look, “You mean to fuckin’ tell me you’d rather fuckin’ read about evolution, or some shit like that instead of looking at tits?”

“Y-yes?” Eugene said cautiously, not sure if which answer he was supposed to give.

Negan narrowed his eyes, staring daggers into him until his face went completely calm.
He laughed hard, and slapped Eugene on the shoulder, “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about! You’re a man who can stay focused, and wont get sidetracked.” He said, biting his lip, “Shit, I can’t have you sitting in your fuckin’ room all day giving yourself carpal tunnel, if you know what I mean.”

The rest of the saviors laughed along with Negan as Eugene stood there, looking even more nervous than before.

Once the laughter died down, Negan cleared his throat, “Look, I know you’re fuckin’ new here, so.. who are you?” He said, throwing his arm out, looking around to the rest of you.

“I’m Negan.” You, and the rest of the saviors said in unison.

Negan nodded in praise, and a proud smile can over his face as he stepped closer to Eugene, “I know you remember Lucille.” He said holding the bat up to his face closely, making Eugene shut his eyes tightly for fear that Negan was going to end him right there.
He pointed to the imperfection in Lucille where the bullet had imbeded itself in her, “You see this shit right here? You might wanna look real fuckin’ close.. That right there is the goddamn bullet you made.” A dangerous look came over Negan’s face as he spoke, “.. Now under regular fuckin’ circumstances I’d be showing you that spot over and over, and fuckin’ over.”

Eugene’s breathing quickened, he held the jar even closer to his chest now, terrified that this wasn’t a regular meeting. You looked on curiously, even you didn’t know if this would end badly for him, or not.

“See, all I really want to fuckin’ know is if you are indeed a smart mother fucker.” Negan said, looking down at him, “You know fuckin’ things?”

Eugene looked back up at him, his breath was ragged, and he seemed like he was on the verge of tears. You could see Negan’s impatience growing.

“Answer the question.” He growled.

“I- I taught myself to cast the bullets.. I found a machine shop with the necessary..” He he trailed off as he started to shake seeing the grimace on Negan’s as he grew more restless with Eugene’s talking, “.. I read.. A lot.. Which is why I wanted the books..” He stammered on for a few more seconds.

He laid he head back, shaking it as he spoke again, “Man, you really are just some fuckin’ asshole, aren’t you?” He asked, putting emphasis on every word.

Eugene shook his head, “No. I am not.” His eyes scanned over Negan as he approached him closer, “I have PHD’s in Biochemistry.. As well as immunology and microbiology, and I have completed my doctorate - which makes me a doctor..”

As he kept up with his list of credentials, Negan paced back and forth in his spot, wanting to hear something impressive from him.
You couldn’t tell if Negan was pleased by his answer, or figured him to be full of shit.

There was a loud groan from one of the impaled walkers nearby, making all of you turn your heads towards the sound.
You could see the rotten skin separating from the abdomen as the weight forced it apart in a bloody, disgusting mess as it ripped apart completely, falling to the ground.
You covered your mouth quickly at the sight uttering a low “ugh.”

Negan hummed lightly as he watched the mess and turned back to Eugene, “Uh-huh.. Alright, Doctor smarty pants, you oughta be able to crack this fuckin’ problem without breaking a goddamn sweat.” He pointed back to the fence where the walkers were, “You see that I’ve obviously got a lot of free goddamn labor around here, these living dead shits that help keep the riff raff out. See, the problem is, after a while they become pretty goddamn useless to me when they fall apart like that.. Now, can you tell me how to fuckin’ fix that?”

Eugene remained quiet for a moment, looking around as if he was trying to come up with with a quick solution. For a moment you thought he had no idea what he was doing, until he finally spoke up.

“You posses an operational smelter?” Eugene sniffed nervously.

“And?” Negan said rolling his eyes.

“Then you posses the means to resolve your issue. Step one: melt down scrap metal.. Step two: pour it over the compromised walker as they are in contact with the chain-link.. Once it cool it will keep the compromised walker upright while fixating it to the fence.”

Negan leaned back and looked at Eugene wide-eyed, “Goddamn. If that isn’t the coolest shit I’ve ever fuckin’ heard. Not only is this practical.. It’s fuckin’ badass.” Negan ran his tongue over his lips as he stated at him for a moment, obviously impressed, “Look at you doctor fuckin’ smarty pants.” He put his arm around Eugene again, “Did Rick ever have you doing this kind of valuable work for him?”

Eugene glanced over at Negan fearfully.

Negan sighed, “That’s his fuckin’ loss, our gain.. Y'know I feel like I gotta give you some kind of goddamn signing bonus.”

“Well I- I was gifted these pickles.” Eugene said, shaking his head.

Negan chuckled, and looked over to you, “Yeah, I see my fuckin’ wife has shown you some hospitality.” He ran a hand over his face, you could tell he was in thought. He finally looked back over to Eugene, “That’s not a bad fuckin’ idea.. Hospitality.. I tell you what, as a goddamn token of my appreciation, I’m gonna send a few of my wives to your apartment tonight.”

Negan licked his lips again and leaned towards Eugene, “No sex. That is a grave fuckin’ no-no around here.. But you can laugh, have a few fuckin’ drinks, have some goddamn dinner. Trust me, there is nothing like the company of beautiful fuckin’ women to make you feel human again.”

Your stomach dropped suddenly when you heard this. Sending a few of his wives to another man’s apartment.. Did he mean you? You were confused, you had never seen Negan send any of the wives to entertain another man, and you definitely didn’t want to be one of them. You knew there would be no sex, but you did like the idea of being turned out, even if it was only for entertainment purposes.

“I wouldn’t wanna think about that.. Did um- Did you just say wives, meaning plural?” Eugene said, shifting his eyes to Negan, giving him a curious expression.

A cocky smile appeared on Negan’s face, “Hell. Yes. I did.” He sucked his teeth, “That pretty little thing you used to know is one of ‘em.” He said gesturing to you.

Eugene turned his head towards you, giving you a confused looked as he blinked. You crossed your arms and kept his gaze until a whistle came from Negan.

“Eyes over here, asshole.” He said sternly, “Now, what do you fuckin’ say to that kind of hospitality?”

“T- thank you.” Eugene replied, lowering his head.

Negan breathed deep and nodded, “Good. Now have yourself a fun fuckin’ night, and remember the rules. Someone escort doctor smarty pants back to his fuckin’ room, and get a few fuckin’ wives over there, and don’t bother me for the rest of the goddamm night.” Negan said, patting his shoulder before walking towards you.

You stood there quietly as he walked over to you, Lucille swinging freely by his side. You lips stretched into a thin line as he got close to you, “Do I have to attend the festivities?”

He squinted, “What? That shit for him?” Negan motions his head towards Eugene, who was now being taken back into the building by Simon.

You nodded back to him.

“Fuck no, darlin’. I won’t ever have you fuckin’ entertaining anyone, except me.” He said seriously, propping Lucille onto his shoulder.

You gave a small smirk, “What do you need me to do now?”

“You’re off the hook for the night, baby. What I want you to do is go up to my fuckin’ room, and wait for me. I’ll be up in 10.” He said in a deep tone.

“What for?” You asked.

Negan raised an eyebrow, getting annoyed at your question.
He placed his hand on your chin, making you look up at him, “Because babydoll, I want some goddamn entertainment of my own tonight.”

You gave another nod and smiled, “Yes, sir.”

Later on, you made it back into Negan’s room to wait for him like he had told you to do. You decided to have drink while you waited. Luckily, Negan kept his own stash of alcohol - a very good stash at that - You walked over to the makeshift bar he had setup, and grabbed a glass to pour some whiskey.
You brought the glass to your lips and took a long sip, the burn in your throat was intense, but you didn’t care.
You swallowed, feeling it burn all the way down, until it created a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. You stood at the window that overlooked the yard of the sanctuary, you could see the people that remained outside, the sun was setting fast, creating a mixture of colors. As you stood there, you couldn’t help but think of how you got to this point, and what you did to get there.
You didn’t hold much remorse for any of the things you did anymore, in the beginning it was hard to grasp the concept of being ruthless, but once your feelings for Negan had grown the way they did, you realized you were capable of doing things you never thought you could - but even you had your limits on certain things and taking Judith was something that didn’t sit very well with you.
You understood it was for the safety of the sanctuary, and you knew that if it was something that kept Negan safe, you were willing to do it.
Aside from the fact that she was taken, it made you worry about the repercussions that this would cause. You had been with Rick’s group long enough to know that they didn’t give up, and adding one of his children into the mix would create a monster out of him, not that you were worried about Negan.
You knew he could more than handle himself, but with how strong your feelings for him were, you couldn’t help but be concerned, you knew that a shitstorm was bound to happen - the only question was: when?

You took another sip of the whiskey when you heard the door open.
You turned back to see Negan shutting the door behind him as he set Lucille on a nearby table and slipped his jacket off before coming over to you.

“I see you got into my fuckin’ stash early.” He smirked, walking to the bar to pour himself his own glass.

“I needed it after today.” You blinked hard, rubbing your eyes with a few hand.

He took a drink from his glass and sighed, “You’re still feeling fuckin’ guilty, huh?”

You pressed your lips together as you turned your head to meet his piercing gaze, “I pushed the guilt aside. I know you did it for the right reasons, but I’m concerned.”

He smirked and set his glass down, taking a step behind you, leaning down until his beard was brushing against your ear, “Look at you sounding all goddamn official.. Gotta fuckin’ say, I like it.. Now what are you fuckin’ concerns?”

You turned your head, looking at him from the corner of your eye, “I’ve known that group long enough to know that they don’t give up easy, and now you’ve taken his child. Do you really think that’s gonna make Rick stop?”

Negan chuckled, and brought his hands up to rest on your shoulders, squeezing them, “Darlin’, you really fuckin’ think I’m not expecting retaliation from him? I have no doubt that one of them will be fuckin’ dumb enough to make a move, but it won’t be a goddamn threat to us.”

You took another sip, “I want you to be right about this.”

“You just need to fuckin’ focus on your job, and keep looking goddamn pretty for me, baby.” He purred seductively, pressing his fingers down into your shoulders, “Stop stressing over a bunch of assholes.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to his chest, enjoying the pleasurable sensation, “I guess I can manage that.” You said in a soft tone.

“Your body is fuckin’ saying otherwise, darlin’. You’re so goddamn tense.” He spoke as he continued to massage your shoulders, his lips brushed over your ear until they found your neck, he laid a few rough kisses on your skin.

You breathed deeply, “Hm, I didn’t realize you were a masseuse.”

He chuckled, and you could feel him smile against your skin, “I don’t need to be a goddamn masseuse to realize when you need some fuckin’ tension relieved, baby. You think I haven’t noticed how fuckin’ wound up you’ve been lately?” He bit down on your neck this time, making a soft moan escape your lips, “Mmm, seems like you need more than just a fuckin’ shoulder rub.”

He was right. You had been tense lately, and your mood had been on the volatile side with eveeyrging going on, and with what he was doing now, you could definitely add sexual frustration to the list.
You set your glass onto the nearby table, and backed yourself into his chest, feeling his obvious erection pressing into your backside through his pants.

You smirked, “Seems like I’m not the only one that needs something.”

He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling your head back to look at him, “It’s no goddamn secret that I wanna throw you down and fuck you, darlin’. That’s constantly in my goddamn thoughts.”

“Then let’s let’s not waste any time.” You purred as you brought your hand behind you to stroke the bulge in his pants.

He increased the pressure on your neck, “I’ll take as much fuckin’ time as I want, darlin’.” He growled into your ear, “Understand?”

“Yes, Negan.” You breathed as you continued to stroke him through his pants, teasingly.

He grunted, pulling you back towards the couch, “Fuck it. I think you might just be right about not wasting any goddamn time, babydoll.” He said roughly as he pushed you over the back of the couch, making you bend over for him.

You could feel the heat building up in your core, and the dampness between your legs becoming noticeable.
Negan let his hands run over your ass for a moment before unbuttoning your jeans, ripping them down quickly.
You could hear the clinking of his belt buckle, and the unzipping of his pants.
He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back up to his chest, “How do you fuckin’ want it?”

You paused for a moment, trying to find your words. Before you could speak, you felt the hard smack on your ass, making you moan, “Better fuckin’ speak up, babydoll.”

“Rough.” You groaned, leaning back over the couch.

“You’re speaking my goddamn language now, darlin’.” You could hear the smirk in his voice while he spoke. He brought his hand down again, and you could feel his fingers teasing your slit, enticing another moan out of you.
You were aching for him, and it seemed like he was going to take his time teasing you.

“Damnit, Negan.” You growled.

He chuckled, and slipped a finger inside of you, “You have a fuckin’ problem, baby?”

You groaned and backed up against him, trying to get his fingers deeper inside of you. You knew what he wanted from you. Negan loved to fuck, but you knew that he loved hearing you beg just as much.

“You know what the problem is.” You whimpered, reaching for his hand.

You felt another hard smack on your ass, the stinging sensation only succeeding in turning you on even more, “Then let me fuckin’ hear it one more goddamn time, darlin.”

“Please, daddy.. Just fuck me right here.” You begged.

“That’s my dirty fuckin’ girl.” He grunted back, you felt him push his fingers deeper inside of you, rubbing against your G-spot gently, making you raise yourself into your tip-toes as you Keane over further into the couch. He pulled his fingers from you, and brought them up to his lips to run his tongue across them, “You taste so fuckin’ good.” He said in a deep, seductive tone.

He pressed your body into the couch hard as you felt his cock slide into you, making the both of you grunt simultaneously.
You dug your nails into the cushions as he grabbed your waist, slamming your hips back into his without a warning, you could feel him deep inside you now as he pumped himself in and out of you roughly, making you cry out at the sensation.
The pain and pleasure that you felt was a combination that you never got tired of.
You knew that you weren’t going to last long, and you didn’t care, you just needed the release.
As he continue to roll his hips against yours, he grabbed the back of your hair, forcing you to arch your back to him.

“Negan.” You gasped out as he leaned down, sinking his teeth into your neck. You could feel your pussy already begin to tighten around his cock as he slammed into you.

“Jesus darlin’, am I gonna make you come for me this goddamn soon?” He said proudly against your skin.

“Yes.” You moaned. You could lie to him, it was hitting you harder than it usually was.

As he continued, he brought his hand down to teasingly rub your clit. Your moans became louder, and you grinded your hips against his roughly as you felt his cock rubbing against your g-spot this, the pleasure was becoming too intense for you to hold out much longer.

“Daddy.” You moaned turning your head to his as he continued to bite down into your skin.

He lifted his head, his beard rubbing against your skin sent chills down your spine, “Come on, darlin’. Show me how good I’m fuckin’ you.”

And that was all it took, before you knew it your orgasm had crept up on you without warning, and you were doubled over on the couch, moaning and screaming Negan’s name as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out as your breath quickened. Negan didn’t bother to slow down as he kept a steady pace, only furthering your sensitivity, making it almost unbearable.

“Christ, baby.” Negan chuckled as he thrusted himself into you roughly. It didn’t take long before him to follow in suit behind you as he grabbed your hair again, and pulled you up to his chest as he growled into your ear, and you could feel the warmth as he finished inside of you. He slammed his hips against you a few more times to ride out his own orgasm, feeling his breath in your ear.

You whimpered and collapsed over onto the couch again, breathing heavily. He pulled himself out of you, and you could feel the mess dripping down your leg, and you felt another slap on your ass.

“I didn’t realize this was gonna turn into a fuckin’ quickie.” He smiled, zipping his pants back up.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows, “Neither did I, but I needed that.”

“Are you fuckin’ relaxed now?” He said, running his tongue over his lips.

You stood back up, steadying yourself on the couch as your legs were shaky.

You turned towards him, “I am until I get tense again.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling you towards him to give you a passionate kiss, “Fuckin’ figures. I’ll just have to fuck that stress out of you.”

You bit your lip as you looked up to him, “it’s not like that’s a problem.”

He smirked, and have you a nod, “I’m going to get a fuckin’ shower. You coming?”

“That should be obvious.” You chuckled, gesturing to the mess he had made on you.

Later that night you laid in Negan’s bed after your shower, trying your best to stay awake.
He had gone back downstairs afterwards to talk to Eugene. But you were so tired that it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep before he could make it back into the room.

*Negan’s P.O.V.*

After he was done making his rounds he headed back up the stairs to his room, tired and worn out from the day’s activities.
Lucille was hanging loosely from his hand as he stomped up the stairs. He was relieved once he finally made it back.

‘Thank fuckin’ Christ.’ He thought as he opened the door to the room.

“I think he might fuckin’ workout here.” He said as he closed the door behind him, waiting for your answer. He turned and looked over to you laying in his bed, he pursed his lips once he saw that you were passed out. He shook his head and smirked, “Can’t ever fuckin’ hang.”

He set Lucille back onto his desk, and pulled his shirt off, throwing it down as he climbed into bed beside you, being careful not to wake you.
He laid his head onto his pillow, turning over to look at you.
He reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear that hung loosely in your face.

He was grateful to have you by his side, and he knew that, and it wasn’t a secret to himself that he loved you, but he wasn’t keen on expressing it, and wasn’t sure that he ever would be. He had vowed a long time go that he’d never fall in love after Lucille, but that rule has been broken the day the thought of losing you had been a real possibility. He hoped that somehow you already knew that he did, that way he didn’t have to come right out and say it, but he knew that was wishful thinking. He knew he’d have to tell you at some point, but at this point, he wasn’t ready.

*(Y/N) P.O.V.*

When the next morning rolled around, you and Negan were both up early getting ready for the day. You were sitting on the couch lacing up your boots when there was a loud knock on the door.

“This goddamm early?” Negan said, rolling his eyes, “Come in.”

The door opened as Simon appeared from the other side.
He had a cautious look on his face as he took a step in, looking like he was nervous to get close to Negan.
You knew right away that something was up, it wasn’t like Simon to cower down like this.

“Negan, there’s a problem.” He said slowly.

You could see Negan’s jaw flare as Simon spoke, “What kind of fuckin’ problem?”

Simon ran a hand through his hair, “When I went to let the wives know they’d be entertaining, I noticed something.”

“You better start making some goddamn sense, Simon.” Negan growled.

Simon let out a ragged sigh, “Sherri is missing.”

The look that came over Negan’s face next was a frightening one, made obvious by the look Simon made as negan cornered him, “What the fuck do you mean?”

“She wasn’t in the wives room. Some men and I looked around the place last night, we can’t find her.” He said, lowering his eyes.

Negan became too quiet at that point. He nodded his head slowly and slammed his fist into the door, making you jump as you watched on.

“Where’s Dwight?” He said dangerously.

“He should be in his room.” Simon answered nervously.

Negan grabbed Lucille where he had left her, gripping her handle so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “Get some men, and we’ll pay him a fuckin’ visit.”

Simon nodded quickly and exited the room as fast as he could.

Negan turned back to you, “You fuckin’ coming?”

You gave a quiet nod, and followed out behind him. It made sense now as to why none of the wives would tell you where she was yesterday. They had to know more than they were letting on.

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Mommy (Namjoon/Reader)

Originally posted by bangthebae

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.5K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: When the typically dominant lover has a wet dream about being dominated by his lover, who are you to deny his deepest fantasies? After all, everyone has their deepest darkest fantasies tucked away in the depths of their sexually aware mind like they have skeletons in their closet.

Tags: Mommy Kink, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Denial, Fem!Dom, Cuffing, etc.

Note: To clarify any confusion, I am reposting my old fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.


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A Sunny Sunday

Summary: Chris Evans x Reader where an ordinary day turns into a memorable one. 
Word count: 1287
Warnings: feels, fluff
A/N: @ohevansmycaptain sparked some creativity in me and I got this idea the other day thanks to the meatball calling himself daddy.

Originally posted by your-kylie-me


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I just like to think about the fact that Barba is close to his mom and grandmother, heavily into fashion and classy eating, and enjoys musicals but is never portrayed as anything less for it.

He’s constantly surrounded by women, his closest companion from SVU is a woman whom he enjoys meeting up with and shares some pretty deep stuff with, and it’s never pointed at like “He’s less of a man because he surrounds himself with all this girly stuff.” He wears pink, takes care of his girls, still calls his mother “Mami” (or “Mommy” phonetically), and honestly couldn’t give a shit what others would think of him for it and deeply loves his job and that’s all that matters.

He’s hella manly not in spite of, but because he has all these things going on in his life and thinks nothing of it and doesn’t give in to the toxic masculinity ideal. And aside from his intelligence and driven personality, that’s what I love about Barba the most.

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The Little Princess

Summary: Jensen misses his daughter’s fifth birthday and has to make it up to her. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1020
Warnings: None. 
Genre: Fluff.
Challenge: @buckysmetallicstump​ - “Bailey’s Disney Quote Challenge”. My prompt was, “Well, there’s the usual things: flowers … chocolates … promises you don’t intend to keep …” Cogsworth from Beauty and the Beast


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Eric x Reader

Part One


“We all know why we’re here, (Y/N) would you like to explain yourself?” Max asked as he hurried in and sat down, not looking at Eric or Tori.

“Running to Abnegation gave my child the best chance to correctly decide on her faction.” You said seriously and everyone seemed to be taken back.

“So, you were pregnant before you left?” Eric asked through gritted teeth.

“Yes, less than two percent of Dauntless children leave Dauntless I wanted to give my child a chance to experience a faction that had a higher…” Eric shook his head and stood up.

“Are you saying that she wouldn’t have the chance to change factions if I raised her!” Eric snapped and Max motioned for him to sit.

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A-Z NSFW: Jeonghan

Originally posted by hanwooz

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this. 

A = Aftercare 

Mommy to the rescue C’mon he’s the mom did you not think he’d take care of you well? Jeonghan’s very attentive with you on the average day, and that gets pumped up after sex. He’s damn determined to get cuddles after sex, and before he can trap you in his arms, he makes sure he runs through the check list. He knows how important it is to take care of yourself after a lot of…exercise…so hauling you off to the shower and a quick snack before crashing back to bed isn’t uncommon. Gentle kisses while checking you over, if it was a particularly…interesting session, lotions are kept at arms reach, and pillow talk is a constant. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Jesus christ I have the weirdest obsession with his hands fml. Jeonghan’s a pleaser, he likes laying you out and working your body like magic, and his hands are his favorite tool to do that. Long, slender fingers, truly are the best toys when you know how to use them like Jeonghan does. Aside from the obvious ‘oh he likes you ass’ stuff, he’s got a odd love for your mouth; you lips. He’s one that really enjoys watching your reactions to his touch on you, watching your mouth relax and spill moans with each flick of his wrist, how you babble when he’s thrusting in you and you’re close. Really likes your mouth.

C = Cum 

I think…he’s a fairly gentlemanly guy. He doesn’t so much do the whole ‘lemme cum on your face so i can mark you as mine’ bs, aside from condoms, he’s typically one that finishes on your tummy. Quick clean up and it does give him that weird male pride of seeing you spread out, panting, and his juices covering your stomach.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

He can’t really indulge in this, because last thing him and the boys need is you very exposed…but he’s really likes marking you, hickies are a lowkey kink he doesn’t get to delve into much. Yeah, he can give you a hickie anywhere, and he does, but Jeonghan just has the intense desire to cover your neck in them, sort of a sign that you’re his since he can’t be around constantly like a regular boyfriend. Kind of like a flag on a conquered fortress, but as much as he wants to, he can’t, and just has to settle for littering your thighs with the same marks.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I don’t trust these boys, Nana says they’re a bunch of underlined horn dogs, and Nana’s always right. I don’t think any of the boys are very experienced, but they certainly have internet connections and use a lot of toilet paper….Jeonghan knows what he’s up to, and definitely has the means to put his knowledge to the test on you…


F = Favorite position

Jeonghan goes back and forth between a few, he can’t give them a actual numbered order, he just prefers them out of the rest. Missionary is pretty standard, but old tricks still work fine, especially in the morning when you two just roll over and get into it. You riding him is always fun, his hands are from to roam without having to hold himself up above you, plus you’re at the perfect kissing height and the skin on skin contact is a very big plus with him. Shower sex, he just likes having your back pressed against his front; he really likes full contact if you can’t tell.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Sex with Jeonghan is very lighthearted, regardless of if he’s being lovey or it’s getting more kinky. Even when he’s in his ‘dominant character’, he still kind of giggly with you, there’s never a moment when you have to be serious or it feels weird. The atmosphere is very light and welcoming, if you can’t have fun having sex, then what fun can you have?


H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Listen…speaking as a girl with long hair, I pick one or the other when I shower. Am I shaving, or am I washing my hair, cuz I ain’t doing both in the same shower. He’s gotten so much into the routine of having limited shower time, and that goes towards his hair and actually washing himself that the last thing of his mind is working on the forest. I don’t think he does anything down there, tbh. But maybe after the hair cut he’ll get that into the routine. 


I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Again, he’s a flip, between being really touchy and emotional and getting into some weird, kinky character. But regardless, Jeonghan makes sure you know how much he loves you, besides praise and body worship, the pillow talk is always mushy gushy stuff.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

Sometimes there isn’t even time for a quicky, he’s just rushed out the dorm and he misses out on his morning fun with you. At this point he’s conditioned to it, so now he’s like ‘well fuck i have a permanent morning boner’, it’s gotta be taken care of. Jeonghan disappears? Yeah he’s found a closet to hide in and figure his issue out, lord know he has to actually hide since apparently locked bathroom doors mean nothing to these guys.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He does get pretty experimental and dips into things that aren’t really seen as romantic sex, he exudes love and affection while doing so. So he’s very into body worship and praise, going both ways between you. A particular rough day as an idol, Jeonghan loves being laid out and told good things about him from the person he loves, and he loves doing the same to you. That’s half the time with Jeonghan, the idea you have of romantic sex? Yeah, exactly that. Then the coin flips, and he’s pretty dominant, he’s got a thing for a little bit of restraining, handcuffs are a favorite, and hair pulling, not much pain but just you know, slight tug, so he can feel it. 


L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere outside the bedroom or bathroom is off limits in Jeonghan’s mind, so places are limited. It depends on what he wants to do that night, that decides what his favorite place is then. When he’s in his lovey mood, and just wants to love you, worship you; the bath is his favorite then. Warm water, you in his lap, bath bomb, play some music. He loves it. Flip that, and when he’s in his ‘lemme find the handcuffs, strip, now’ moods, obviously the bed is the most comfortable place. But in general, weighing both options, the bath’s atmosphere is a bit higher on the list than the bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Funny enough, one of the main things is just you two being really mushy together. Talking about how proud you are over the comeback, how good he looks, how good he sounds? Let’s fuck.. Also, playing into his kinks, you just have to thread your fingers through his hair, tug on the roots, and boom. Boner. The hair really helps be somewhat lowkey when you’re in the mood and in public, touching Hannie’s hair just looks like average affection but you know…

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While talking about kinks and things you want to try, you guys literally just looked up a list of kinks and shiz and went through them. He shot down two things so fast you barely understood his words; he’s not sharing you, and he’s not degrading you. One of Jeonghan’s kinks is praising, seems pretty obvious that the flip side of that wouldn’t really be something he’s in to.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
I’m just imagining that gif of him and joshua eating icecream(?) ‘sexily’ He’s a master of teasing and putting you on edge, he’s figured out your body so much that he’s basically got a cheat sheet for your pleasure. His fingers are more of his favorite tool to use on you, but he’s okay with going down on you, not his favorite, but he’s down for it. More often though, the times he goes down on you are during 69, you riding his face while going down on him. 


P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Because sex with Jeonghan isn’t a one way consistent way, his pace changes just like positions change. But his default pace is almost lazy, not terribly slow but definitely not a pace that’ll be pounding you into the mattress. His pace tends to lean towards the more gentle side, very firm and precise, but slow and fluid.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jeonghan’s pretty down with quickies, he’s not opposed to them, he’s actually got a pretty positive opinion on them. Seeing as he’s pretty busy, he’s mastered the arts of getting you both off in the weirdest time limits imaginable, Jeonghan’s figured it all out. Quickies happen pretty frequently, a few times a week even, sometimes the only time you two have is during a shower, that a dozen other people need to get in too, so he makes it work.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Jeonghan’s game to play, to an extent. If it leaves the bedroom, it’s automatically a no-go for him. But different positions, toys, roleplays, things of that nature, after being looked into and an idea of what the deal with it is, he’s game to play. Sex isn’t a very constant thing with Jeonghan, what you do in the bedroom isn’t the same day in and day out, it’s very playful and full of experimenting and changes, so he’s really down to switch it up and try new things.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
[See Yearning] Jeonghan’s stamina is pretty high, but in a way that it’s used over time, if that makes sense. He’s quickly ready to go again, but not in the sense that he can go round after round, you two can have sex multiple times a day but not like…5 seconds after the last round. His sex is kind of off the scale in that sense, but on a typical round, 5-8 minutes, he lasts averagely.


T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Not very often, but he does give up and let you have fun with him. Restraining things are more his speed, handcuffs, ropes, silk or satin scarves. ‘Typical’ toys are brought in occasionally, he does enjoy teasing you to the max, bullet vibrators are a personal favorite of his to use on you, things that vibrate are what he usually leans towards for either of you, or a cock ring for him. Either of you being blindfolded, half of the fun is being able to hear the toy vibrating, and not knowing when or where it’s going to touch. Hannies’s a slight fan of feather toys, mostly on you, they tickle him too much.


U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
We all know Jeonghan is a little shit, and that’s amplified ten times as much in the bedroom. He’s one that’ll completely stop everything the second you start getting louder, him knowing you’re getting close. He’ll just sit back and hold you, run his hands across your skin, light kisses, before he starts the process all over again, bringing you to the bring of pleasure before ripping it away from you. 


V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
God his vocals are no joke...Hannie’s a vocalist, brilliant singer, no man with the pipes he has is quiet in bed. He’s very vocal, he’s one that doesn’t talk much, more of a moaner, almost to the point it sounds like whining instead. That is, unless you’re the one doing stuff to him, then he’s just flat out whining. His voice carries too, so uh…might wanna invest in a gag or aliens on Mars are going to hear him…


W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
[See Kink] The hair pulling kink was accidentally discovered when he let you play with his hair one day. Before Pledis was having him cut it, he gave you the green light to do whatever you wanted after you pouted endlessly. After twisting and braiding and pinning the hair every way you can imagine, a few knots happened, so of course you had to brush them out. A few snags, unexpected moans from Jeonghan and boom. A discovery was made.


X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
A quote from my Nana: “He’s too pretty, God had to give him something that hangs low to balance out the universe.” According to her ‘dickology’, Jeonghan’s a bit above average, 5.5-6″ and a bit more on the thicker side, because “thighs like that home a nice dick”. anyways im deactivating bye


Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Lmao Nana said he’s lowkey the horny toad of the group. Few notches above the average sex drive, Looking back to stamina; he can go a few times a day, just not one round right after another. Jeonghan’s definitely always ready to get his hands on you, good luck my dudes.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I feel like every video I watch of Jeonghan, he’s going to sleep or is already passed tf out. Typically, since 99% of the time sex is in the bed so he can just fuck right off into dream land, Jeonghan falls sleep pretty fast. Really a wham bam thank you man’am situation. You might as well just go to bed too, he’s just going to latch on to you and won’t let go until he has post sex cuddles, take a nap with Hannie, y’all need it.

“i just got a point” || sebastian stan

Originally posted by seabasschino

word count: 2643

summary: father!sebastian stan x reader → sebastian and you have a competition on who can get the most ‘cute points’ before your son grows up

author’s note: okay, i know that it is in fact, not the christmas season, but this has been in my mind for a loooong time. there is in fact one swear word though, so be warned. (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors) enjoy!

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witching hour

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warnings: first time, smut, mommykink.

word count: 1,344

summary: Credence wakes up with a problem. You help him with it.

a/n: there will be a part two!
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12:00 AM

Credence was not very comfortable.

He had been rolling around involuntarily, wide awake. He didn’t have any idea what the pressure inbetween his legs was, but he didn’t really like it. He whined and looked over at you, swallowing harshly before gently tapping you on your shoulder, careful not to be too harsh. “Mommy..” He whispered, “M - Mommy, wake up.”

You stirred, making a sleep-deprived kind of noise, your hands coming up to your eyes to rub them. The moon’s light gleamed onto your face as you sat up, taking a deep breath, your eyelids slowly beginning to rise. “Hi, baby..” You whispered, rubbing his knee affectionately - not at all intimately, “What’s up?”

Credence whimpered and looked down at your hand. He didn’t even know what to say, his mother had never told him about what was going on, let alone anything about that.. thing down there. He simply crawled onto your lap and pressed himself against your stomach, his face immediately stuffing itself into your neck, “It hurts, Mommy..” He sobbed, “I - I don’t know why, a - and - I don’t know what to do..”

“Oh, baby..” You sighed, running your hands up and down his back, immediately knowing what was wrong as soon as you felt it, “Alright, it’s okay.. calm down, Credence. It happens. Okay? This is not abnormal at all, and I don’t want to make you feel bad about having it,” You quickly told him, “Do you know what sex is, baby? Hm?”

“S - Sex is..” Credence curled his toes and sniffed, shrugging, “It’s when.. people do things.. r - right? And it - um.. feels good?”

“Exactly,” You pulled back, cupping his jaw, “Did Queenie tell you anything about it?”

“She explained a bit of it..” He nodded, feeling a bit more comfortable now that you had accepted everything, “Is it okay? R - Really?”

“Of course, baby,” You said calmly, kissing his head, his eyes fluttering as you giggled against him, “Would you like some help?”

Credence perked up and felt his boxers tighten further, his hands twitching. “Will you?” He widened his eyes, “Please, Mommy?”

You nodded, bringing a hand down slowly to begin palming him, his hips immediately bucking harshly, “O - Oh!” He gasped, “I -!”

“Shh,” You interrupted, biting your lip. “I.. have been wanting to do this with you for a while,” You admitted to him, face heating up, “I’ll take care of you. Okay, baby?”

“Okay,” Credence breathed, hips twitching, “It’s so nice, Mommy.. it.. it feels so good..”

You noticed how everytime you would squeeze or rub him through his boxers his jaw would drop a fraction of an inch, and you admired it - the sheer look of pleasure crossing his features, his eyebrows raising, eyes closing as you shuffled your hand into his boxers, curling your fingers firmly around his aching cock, “There you go, Credence..” You eased, stroking him, “That’s a good boy.. who’s Mommy’s good boy?”

Credence sobbed, canting his hips up into your hand desperately, “Me, m - me,” He choked out, his entire body stiffening while he brung himself as close to you as he could be, his feet arching, “I’m Mommy’s good boy..”

“That’s right..” You grinned, kissing his cheek lovingly. He layed on the bed after practically flinging himself back with ecstasy, spreading his legs and pushing his boxers down.

“Mommy, Mommy - please,” He rushed out, his erection continuing to rise and twitch with every stroke you gave him. He squirmed underneath you, whining again, “Please, more..”

You nodded slowly and crouched down, pulling your hand away for a moment. You kissed his thigh gently and asked him to trust you, to which he just bit his lip, and nodded. Slowly, you kissed up and down his shaft, shallow breath transferring itself onto Credence’s sensitive skin before dissolving. Sticking your tongue out a bit, you moved upward, making sure Credence felt all of you.

He was quite squirmish, and tried to stay still, but unfortunately could not. His lower lip quivered and he tried not to burst into tears because of all of the fucking stimulation, but alas, a wet, salty drop fell down his chin, causing him to bawl. “It’s s - so good,” He began, “Please don’t ever stop..”

You looked up to make sure he was alright, your heart melting at the sight of your baby boy, fucking crying because of how good you made him feel. You gulped, pulling back for a moment, “Are you sure, honey? You - You’re crying, Creed..”

“Please!” Credence widened his eyes and made a needy noise as soon as you moved, “Mommy - I want it - please, Mommy!” He begged, grabbing at your hands and holding onto them tight, “Please, I’ll be a good boy..”

“Okay, alright,” You bit your lip, kissing both of Credence’s hands. You unlinked your fingers from his and went back to what you were doing, cupping his balls and taking one into your mouth, slurping quietly, “Mmph -”

“Ah!” Credence gasped and bucked up harder than he intended, his heart rate speeding up. You could see small swirls of black dust start to emerge from his body, causing you to pull back once again.

“Hey, Creed..?” You rubbed his thigh slowly while he still panted and writhed underneath you, “I need you to calm down for Mommy. Okay? Please, baby?” You kissed his knee, “Calm down. I will go back to what I’m doing if you take it a notch lower. I know it feels good, that’s why I’m doing it for you. Just relax, take a deep breath, and watch me.”

Credence noticed his Obscurus starting to take form and quickly took a deep breath in before exhaling very slowly, face full of desperation. You could tell he wanted it, and you were going to give him pleasure in exchange for his obedience. You rubbed his chest slowly as you began to straddle him, eventually settling yourself on his lap - his hard member pressing right up against you. “Mommy..” He whispered, placing his head on your chest, “You’re so beautiful..”

You caressed the back of his neck for a bit and leaned down to kiss him, your eyes falling shut as he moaned and kissed back, cupping your face with shaky hands, “Mmn..” He breathed out, “Mommy..”

You lustfully made out with him, rolling your hips, bringing his scarred up hands down to place on your hips, to which he quickly tugged your panties down, trying not to look down and stay focused on the task at hand. He trailed his fingers down to your cunt and gently twirled his index around your clit, causing you to squeak and bring your thighs together, “Mmn -!”

Credence pulled back and stared down at your thighs, slowly spreading them, “Wanna make Mommy feel good..” He whispered, determined, shuffling down so that he was facing your heat, moving closer to you until he was kissing inbetween your thighs at your most sensitive places. You gasped loudly and placed a hand on his head instinctively, back arching.

“Credence!” You moaned, stomach rising and falling quickly from how paced your breathing was, “O - Oh, Credence..”

Credence was doing all he could to please you, even letting you tug at his hair even though it hurt - as well as licking over your clit the most because it seemed the most sensitive according to the noises you would make everytime he would get there, your heart racing.

“Mommy..” He mumbled against your aching cunt, which was dripping with juices that Credence took in and swallowed at every chance he got, “Tastes so good, Mommy..”

“C - Creed - God -” You hissed, rolling your hips right against his face, pulling him in roughly as you reached your climax, which came quickly, only because Credence was so fucking messy and good and you loved it. “Nn! Ah!”

Credence squeaked and took everything you gave him, moving back once you let him go, his cock throbbing at this point. “Mommy..”

“It’s your turn, baby,” You said to him, “I’m gonna teach you all about this.. okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

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