#epidem x reader

[rainee-da]

🍀 Lay Down in Their Lap [1]

CHARACTER ❥ Doom 🪞 / Famin 🃏 / Epidem 🍮 / Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧 / Cell War 💎

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 and heavy on fluff / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

D O O M 🪞

It was later in the afternoon. He just finished his training and was resting up on the nearby bench at the training grounds before you came and suddenly plopped down on his lap.

His whole body tensed up slightly at the sudden contact before relaxing back as he realized that it was just you.

"Tired, my dear? has your day been rough?" he said with a soothing voice as he ran his hand on your hair, a soft smile forming on his lips.

He learned his whole life to predict other people's movements using all his senses, but you never failed to surprise him with your antics.

And it never fails to lighten his day, to bring sunshine to his world that is devoid of pictures.

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with each other, with his hand brushing through your locks idly.

As you talk about your day, he listened quietly. Take note of your shift in tone and the quiet thumping of your heart.

He didn't mind doing this for eternity, with you.

F A M I N 🎪

He was in a bad mood as he sulked on the sofa, teeth gritting and eyes twitching. One more flick to his nerves and his place is going to be a bloodbath.

Knowing so, his aides understandably decided to keep their distance.

Not you tho, because you were somehow brave enough to stride to his place with a book in hand and plopped your head on his lap.

"... What do you think you're doing?" he said with a strained voice, punctuating every word. You simply answered him with a shrug as you started reading your book.

His aide is looking from the distance, mortified. One of them is making preparations for a quick mass funeral, just in case.

They instantly passed out in fear as their boss started to move, thinking the massacre was going to happen. They missed the fact that Famin had actually moved to hug you, not to massacre you. Or anybody.

His rage already evaporated into thin air, seeing you on his lap.

Get ready to be in his lap for hours lol. He won't let you go now.

E P I D E M 🍮

"... And the texture is all wrong! It's a blasphemy I assure you. Pudding is supposed to be a soft, silky cuisine and the shop can't even differentiate that with a freakin jelly! Honestly-"

You lay on his lap as you listen to him go on his tangent. Your hand slowly caresses his thighs to soothe him down.

Being his lover, you're used to this kind of temper tantrum it could be worse after all.

In fact, you prefer this to his scientific tangent. You can barely understand the other one after all.

But since he has been going on for more than an hour, you're understandably getting tired and you can feel yourself getting sleepy as your eyes fluttering and closing.

Noticing that you no longer saying anything, he stopped and looked down to check your face.

His face softens, seeing you sleeping on his lap. His body finally eases down and he caresses your cheek gently. His mind is in a state of tranquility.

Though you’re gonna wake up with a bite mark on your cheek lol. It’s just that soft after all.

D E L I S A S T E R 🍾

Everything about it is embarrassing. You're embarrassed, his aide pities you, and his family gives you a strange look, the only one who is not embarrassed is Delisaster.

How could you not be? It's a big, fancy banquet being held by Innocent Zero with so many nobles present. And here you are; laying on one of his son's lap.

And you can't escape either, because his hand is gripping your side tightly while his other hand is sipping some red wine, ready to tickle the hell out of you if you made any attempt to escape.

Too bad he's big into PDA too. More than once did he lowered his head to peck your nose or smooch with your lips. In front of everyone.

"Do you want some?" He offers you his glass of wine casually as if it didn't hit him yet that he's being cringy as hell embarrassing you.

He lets out a hearty laugh every time you pout and whine about being embarrassed, clearly finding it to be amusing.

"Why so shy? you're my bae! N' best bet I'll show it to everyone! Gotta show them to whom you belong, after all~"

Rest in peace, you poor soul...

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

It's nearing curfew time. You opened the door of his dorm slowly, making the light from outside permeate through the dark room.

You can see the hunched shadow on the bed jolted in surprise and the light from outside highlighting his face shadow.

"Go away," Domina stated coldly as he lowered his head, and you managed to catch a glimpse of the tear stain on his cheeks.

You didn't say anything. But knowing him, you decided to go against his words and walked to his figure before locking the door.

You startled him as you plopped your head on his lap, burying your face in his stomach while your hand rubbed his lower back gently.

This simple action successfully breaking the dam in the pink-haired man's eye as he started sobbing his heart out.

He started blabbering out his thoughts while his shaky hands hugged your head tightly, sharing the insecurities and the fear he held inside that had been tormenting his soul.

"Please don't go..." he said with a broken voice, as he caressed your face, "I love you... You're all I have... please, promise me to never leave me... Please..."

Both of you ended up sleeping while cuddling together, content smile formed on his sleeping face.

C E L L W A R 💎

"Stop it, I have to go," he whines, trying his best to push you, who is currently nuzzling your face on his stomach, off of his lap, "I have to meet Master, he'll be furious if I'm late!"

You quipped to him that the appointed meeting is still an hour ahead, and he groans in frustration, unable to refute your words.

He knows that the meeting is still an hour away, and it only took him a quarter of an hour to reach the location. Meaning that he had plenty of hours for himself. 

But he just can't help to work hard. He wants to please his Master!

"You're such a brat..." he grumbled as his hand moved to pull off the thorn crown on his head, and he leaned back to relax on the bed.

Your sheepish smiles earned you a soft chuckle from him. He stares at you with eyes full of meaning as his hand strokes your hair gently.

He wants you to find someone better, but he can't think of a life without you by his side. For him, you're his oasis. Anything you did seems to bring his dead heart back to life.

'I guess it's okay to relax once in a while... for you.'

Work has been abusing wearing me out and I didn't have too much time to open social media lately so this one will be shorter than the previous one. Honestly can I just be reincarnated as a seal? please please please please-

I also wrote a similar prompt for Walkis Academy students. If you happen to like this one, you might also like the other one! Maybe, I mean, I dunno...

Anyway, thank you for reading! 🍀

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

HI HI :D

can u do an epidem and child!reader where the kid is pretty much frankenstein and he raises the kid as his own or as a little sibling similar to the others? :3333

An interesting idea! I’ll try my best!✨

Epidem + Child!Frankenstein!Reader

-he found you in the woods, wandering alone. He wondered what is a child doing all by themselves?

-but what caught his eye was the child’s movements were stiff and restricted

-not long after, you noticed him and ran towards him, proceeded to bite his arm

-he stared at you in disbelief, but chuckled at your antics

-he definitely knew you weren’t a normal human nor a magic being

-he inspected you further and noticed some bolts on your neck

-he got more curious as he saw scars all over your body and your green tinted skin

-he asked you if you have any parents with you out here, but you just tilted your head, not understanding his question

-he decided to take you to his father’s lair and take care of you

-his father was sceptical of you, but he allowed you to stay only if you serve him from that moment on

-you mostly stuck with Epidem since you’re more familiar with him, even if he’s an odd one

-one thing I know for sure is that he would give you pudding, all types of flavours for you to try out🍮🍮🍮

-he’s like your brother/caretaker, wherever he went, you followed closely behind

-he has grown an unfamiliar attachment to you, he now felt the urge to protect you all the time

-if you got a minor injury, he would simply heal you and warn you to be more careful with the surroundings

-if you got a serious injury, he would ask you who did it, you asked why and he replied that he wanted to have a ‘chat’ with them :)

-he has become like a worried mother who needed to keep an eye on you 24/7

-def spoils you a lot, even Innocent Zero has no comment on it.

-no matter how confused you are, he would keep doing it, even when you try to protest him to stop

-in conclusion, you are precious to him and he shall protect you until his last breath😌

A/n: ok I don’t have a lot of brain juice lately so this took so long…final exams are in June😭 hope this isn’t too bad, sorry everyone!🙏🏻

[arkhambug]

you were staring. very unabashedly so, too. just… oogling your boyfriend, watching as he lounged on your couch, his black shirt fitted around bulging arms, the hem riding up around his tummy to reveal that line of thick black hair that dipped below his plaid pants.

oh my god, those stupid plaid pants. they made you wonder what the hell the hype was about grey sweats, when those existed.

and it’s not like you had anything to be ashamed about, either. he was your boyfriend, all six foot something of him, for fucks sake. all the thick muscles, and short cropped hair, and scars, and fuck, those eyes. you could look if you damn well wanted to.

you’d tried very hard to convince yourself all morning that you were fine, and definitely not ovulating, and fine.

but in that moment, watching your boyfriend literally just sit there, eyes shut and head tipped back, this was not you. it was some evil entity, possessing you and in full swing. you were ready to jump him, and it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet.

your gaze kept dropping lower, toward those pecs, all soft and plush beneath the fabric of his tee, and you could feel yourself start to salivate.

it wasn’t even anything provocative either, but the sight of his tits in a black shirt, tight over the unflexed muscle, was driving you up a god damned wall.

you curled your legs up beneath you, arm perching you against the back of the couch, the other pressed between the low of your thighs to physically retrain yourself from grabbing him like a deranged person.

because, no matter what you did, it was almost impossible to stop imagining just throwing yourself at him, and doing some entirely unspeakable things. things you know you’d never do unless it was this god forsaken time of month.

“you good, ma?” Jason asked, finally breaking the tense silence, and drawing your attention away from his torso. he was staring back now, one brow raised quizzically, and his scared lip curled up in questioning.

“your eyes are dilatin’ and shit.”

yeah. you got up, wordlessly, and walked toward the kitchen.

[luxthestrange]

MASHLE Memes #15

Innocent*Holding New born Mash*...

Baby!Mash*Has a blank disinterest stare at him*??

Magicless!Y/n*Holding baby Domina in arms,Starring at him with the same face*??

*The older brothers wanting to see the face of their youngest*

Famin:Woow~Its like father's genes didnt stand a chance against "Mother"

[distoontopia]

ignore me, ahaaa... i drew this self insert and this self-ship between me and the most gorgeous warlock i've ever seen in my life. seriously just everything about them is just.. so gorgeous. i love their ambition, i love their magic, i love their talent and skills and just sheer coolness... i look up to them so much. they have so little content, i shake and weep. margarette fans... i'm saluting you... write those headcanons... draw them... give us that content with me... -- awaaa.. read the manga sketch in the last image from right to left, desu

[yourlocaldouma]

I kinda was just motivated. It's really my first time using this app so please be patient with me. I just wanted to see innocent zero with a contrast of his color palette with wavy hair.

Innocent Zero fell for you little by little, him not really noticing it and excusing his behavior by thinking 'im only doing this so you cannot cause more trouble'

He'd be wrapping an arm around your waist keeping you close whenever there was a ball that he had planned and invited all the underground crime lords to have a private 'chats' with each other (making more business deals and plans of smuggling rare band things and whatnots)

He calls you pet names, such as dear, darling, sweet heart (whenever his mad).

He'll randomly kiss you from time to time, not really explaining why. (He likes the flustered look on your face, to be the one to only ellicite that type of reaction from you sends a thrill to his veins)

He buys you various items that connects to your hobbies, saying something along the lines of "here, don't bother me"

You sometimes do gardening on the indoor garden, and he watches you without you knowing.

You were quite devastated when you found out that he infested it with magic-sucking bugs and made it a death trap for any intruder that had entered the castle. But in return, he gave you a few potted plants for you to take care of, saying, "I don't like that moppy look on your face." He doesn't even know why he did that, he literally shoved it into your arms carelessly.

Don't be concerned when you wake up from your slumber, finding yourself seated on his lap, with him twirling a strand of your hair with a blank look on his face. He was contemplating whether he should kill you or not.. but he would quickly make up a reason as to why not. His children were fond of you, their mother. And killing you would just end up sloppily doing their missions because of their 'pathetic' grieving. (His words not mine)

Just go back to sleep and don't question him about it, you'll be getting a glare and a slap to your mouth if you ever mention it in the morning. Though he heals the tiny bruise afterwards.

He had starved your children when they were younger as a punishment. (HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR WEIGHT ON WIKI!?)

He had remembered you crying after Epidem was in an infirmary bed, clutching his tiny hands between yours. He may had gotten too far on Epidem.

Fun fact: Epidem liked pudding because it was the first flavorful and sweetest thing he had ever eaten after you had introduced it. But he limits himself because he didn't want to see you sad and get beaten by his father. This was when he was still a child.

He was standing in the doorway, looking at the scene, your back was facing him.

He didn't like the tiny sobs that escaped from your lips, he could feel an unknown migraine that formed everytime you let out small cries, or the way his heart was painfully getting squeezed. He marched towards you ripping your hold on the boys hands and gripped your shoulder, "Stop crying." He commands, voice threatening.

After that he had dragged you away and locked you in your shared bedroom.

Cyril Marcus is an asshole, an asshole that you unfortunately married.

[residualmanifest]

NNNNOOOOO I FLEW TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN AND SAW SOMETHING TERRIBLE BAD . IM ONNMY PHONE IN BED I DINT HAVE MARIO KILLA YOU GIF where are my violent gifs !! ok these work

#gifs

[look-who-s-inside-again]

genuine question, enz is our third or something, right?…RIGHT??

”resting your head on Enzo’s shoulder next to you. He gave your knee a light squeeze as he bit his lip to hold his laughter.”

RIGHT??!

“Enzo smiled down at you before yelping at you pinching his side. ‘Mean Enzie!’ You fought a giggle as you pushed his hand away from your hip where he tried to retaliate.”

REF, CAN THEY DO THAT???!!!!

“You turned on your side, Enzo running his fingers through your hair. You relished the feeling before responding to Pansy”

YOUR HONOR, HAPPY PRIDE, THIS IS POLYAMORY, RIGHT???!!!!! right?

manchild - mattheo riddle

summary: you love matty but sometimes he can be…a lot

warnings: none

an: a sab & micah yap brought to you live

You flopped down on to the sofa unceremoniously, letting out a slightly dramatic groan before resting your head on Enzo’s shoulder next to you. He gave your knee a light squeeze as he bit his lip to hold his laughter.

“Tough day?” Pansy asked from the chaise across from you. You nodded, slipping down from Enzo’s shoulder to lay your head in his lap and hang your legs off the arm of the sofa.

“Tough, frustrating. Potato, patato, right?” You waved your hand in the air before punching the bridge of your nose. “Matty’s just kind of putting me through the ringer today.”

Enzo tilted his head to the side, “What’d he do this time?”

You let out a long sigh, “It’s just- I love my boyfriend. I really do; he’s my lover boy. My baby, my sweet boy-”

“Gag,” Enzo’s bounced his legs up making your head lift and fall slightly.

You smacked his stomach, “Oh shut it…Like I was saying, I love him but sometimes he’s just kind of like..”

Theo smirked to himself, “Stupid?”

You smiled but shook your head, “No, Teddy, I was going to say-”

“Slow?” Pansy interjected.

You playfully glared in her direction, “No, not that either. It’s more so-”

“Useless?” Enzo smiled down at you before yelping at you pinching his side.

“Mean Enzie!” You fought a giggle as you pushed his hand away from your hip where he tried to retaliate.

“He’s kind of like a manchild,” you managed to get out between scolding Enzo and slapping his hands away. “I swear the type always comes running to me.”

Theo snorted, “Fanculo la tua vita, huh babe?”

You grinned at him, “Truly. Can’t let little ol’ innocent me be.” You threw your arm over your forehead on faux dramatics, “Before me, I swear he didn’t know anything about self-care. His curls were dying of thirst before I came along.”

“Yeah, without you half his brain isn’t there,” Enzo joked, laughing to himself.

You shook your head, “I just don’t understand how he can be so sexy one moment and the next he’s just so..”

“Dumb?” Theo finished, fishing a cigarette out of his pocket.

You gave him the finger, but his smile only grew.

Pansy giggled at the interaction, “How has he survived the earth so long? I swear if you weren’t here half the things he needed to do wouldn’t get done.”

You turned on your side, Enzo running his fingers through your hair. You relished the feeling before responding to Pansy, “I choose to blame his mum.”

The other three nodded in unison.

“Blame who’s mum?” Mattheo walked over to where the lot of you sat, picking up only the tail end of the conversation.

He lifted your legs to sit on the sofa before lowering them on his lap. He looked between everyone, clearly still waiting on a response.

Enzo stumbled over his words slightly, “Oh, erm, Malfoy’s. Just saying she er-”

“Does everything for him,” Pansy finished.

Mattheo rolled his eyes, “You have no idea. I love Auntie Cissy but she really raised Draco to be kind of a manchild.”

The group couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

@musingsofahufflepuff 😌

[svnriseblvdd]

neighbour! clark kent x new girl! reader

SYNOPSIS: with a new problem in smallville ridding people of their inhibitions and exacerbating urges, clark finds himself confronted with a dilemma as his neighbour arrives in his loft, afflicted by the same epidemic

WARNINGS: where to start?, slight dubcon (purely because reader's emotions are being exaggerated by an outside force (not a person though, it's unspecified)) but consent is verbalised later between both parties, clark is kind of pathetic (what did you expect from me?), kissing, palming(?), he's a sensitive guy, clark reacts to seeing reader's bare skin like a victorian man seeing a woman's ankle, kind of dirty talk, clark in that white t-shirt (i KNOW you know what i mean), blowjob, handjob, clark compares every sexual experience to ascending to a new plane of existence and finding paradise, he's a loud boy, couch sex, semi-public sex? (in the loft in the barn, but literally no one is around and they're alone for hours), fingering, clark using his super speed for illicit activities, cowgirl, missionary, it's not said whether or not clark is a virgin, but he's definitely inexperienced, clark being scared of his strength being a danger to reader, praise kink (neither of them react to the praise in any particular way, it's just that there's a lot of praise so if anything i'm just showing off my praise kink), mention of sex against a wall, creampie

this is inspired by the episode of smallville in season one where there's that flower that makes people make poor decisions and behave rashly, and also by this scene that i saw on tiktok with clark and lana (if anyone finds this i need them to send me the link... for research purposes) (EDIT: someone found it so here's the link) where he just folds the moment she kisses his neck. i also borrowed a few lines of dialogue from my clark jacking off headcanons.

also for someone who rarely spells the word rhythm right first try, i use it a lot in this. fair warning there may be accidental tense changes and pronoun changes but i've tried to go through and eliminate that.

this will probably be the last instalment of the neighbour clark series, although i'll probably return to this idea eventually to add thoughts, but they won't be tied directly to this series, just to neighbour clark as an au. thank you to everyone who has enjoyed and supported this series and been so patient with me (i had no idea it had been over a month since part four).

part one! part two! part three! part four! part five!

Clark can’t seem to escape you over the next week, not that he really minds much. But it’s become almost impossible to make it through an encounter with you where he doesn’t feel like he’s at risk of coming undone. 

You’re always hanging out with Lana and Chloe in school and out of it, you’re at the Torch whenever he is, same with the Talon. He’s even come home to find you baking with his mother! What divine power hates him so much that you have to be everywhere he turns? 

Sometimes you’re not even doing anything particularly scandalous. The only remotely salacious thing you did while baking was licking the batter off your fingers, and that definitely did send Clark through the loop. Your pure existence anywhere nearby just threw him off. 

~~~ 

You have one thought and one thought only as you walk towards the barn that contains Clark’s little hideaway. The farm is empty besides him - Mr and Mrs Kent are in town at the market, so they’ll be gone for a while. You’ll have plenty of alone time with Clark. 

“Clark?” You call as you enter the barn. 

“Hey!” He greets, voice a little breathy. 

“Can I come up?” 

“Yeah, no problem.” You make your way upstairs, finding Clark reading through some book when you reach the top. “Hey, what’s-” 

He turns, and the sight he’s met with has him pausing. You’re in a pair of teeny denim shorts, a black cropped tank top with thin straps, and an open button-up. It’s a warm summer’s day and your skin is practically glowing in the light that filters through into the barn. The cute little brown cowboy boots on your feet really tie it together. There’s nothing particularly out of the ordinary about your outfit, but something about it feels different. It feels… he can’t place it. Although maybe it’s just to do with the air you have about you as you stand there. 

“What are- what are you doing here?” He asks. 

You shrug. “Well, it’s just been such a long, hard day, and I missed you. Kept thinking about you. Thought we could hang out. We haven’t hung out together in ages, you know? Just the two of us.” You’re moving towards him as you speak. Well, it looks like you’re just moving further into the space - pacing, perhaps - but he’s sort of backing away the entire time, keeping equal distance, and you’re turning to match his direction the entire time. “It’s been so long, Clark.” 

Your hand grazes over the telescope, but you don’t move it, don’t look in it (which he’s more than thankful for, because it’s currently aimed towards your house). 

“Y-yeah, we can hang out.” 

“What have you been doing?” You ask, looking around, then at him.

You take off the shirt, and it feels like he’s watching it in slow motion. The way your head turns, the way the material just gently, slowly glides down your smooth skin, and then it’s draped over the back of a chair. You stretch, arms reaching into the air above your head and showing off more bare skin. And as you reach the peak of your stretch, fighting the tension in your muscles and bones, you let out a purposeful moan. 

Clark is going to die. 

“Uh, just homework,” he says, swallowing to combat the dryness in his mouth as you turn towards him and begin to approach him. 

You smile a little. “So smart. You’re so good, Clark.” Well, you and he both know exactly where that comment’s going. 

“Uh- hm. Not- I’m not…” He’s backing away from you to keep some distance as you keep walking towards him. His foot hits a metal bucket, a loud clang! ringing around the barn as he stumbles a little. 

“Not what, Clark? Not smart? Not good?” Clark glances behind him to make sure that he’s not going to trip over something else or fall down the stairs, and when he turns his head back to face you, he’s shocked to find you directly in front of him. 

Your fingers hook onto his belt loops, tugging him closer to you by his hips. His eyes go wide as he looks down, then at you, multiple times in very quick succession, his face the epitome of bewilderment. 

“We both know that’s not true, Clark. You’re good. And smart. And strong. You’re amazing.” 

“Wh-what are you doing?” He manages. 

“Come on, Clark, I know.” 

“What?” 

“I know how you feel. I get it now. I’ve been totally blind to it because you’re too polite to look. But I want you to. I want you to look. I want you to touch-” His eyes turn wider still, and he’s still looking confused beyond anything. “I want you to taste. I want you to do whatever you want.” 

He sees then how dilated your pupils are, how heat radiates off you. You’re not yourself. Whatever’s been going around and getting to people the past few days has reached you. This isn’t you. 

But everything he knows points to this thing, whatever it is, exacerbating existing feelings, not creating new ones. So maybe you do really want him. It doesn’t make it any better, though. It’s still taking advantage. 

“Y-you’re sick,” he tells you as you lean in and begin to mouth at his neck. 

His eyelids flutter and a smile begins to pull at the corners of his lips. No. No, he needs to be responsible. He can’t do this now. Even though you’re handing yourself to him on a silver platter, telling him you want him to. Even though his heightened senses are letting him know the way your heart begins to beat a little faster, the way your breath turns shallow and gaspy, the way you smell as arousal begins to form a little patch in your underwear. 

“This isn’t really you. You’re sick.” 

“Oh, trust me, Clark, I’ve wanted this for a while.” 

“N-no, you’re not yourself. You can’t - ah!” He’s cut off by his own high whine when one hand releases his belt loop and instead directly palms him. His hips buck into your touch involuntarily. “Oh my God.” You apply the slightest bit of pressure, and watch proudly as his eyes roll back momentarily. Oh, he’s pent up. “N-no, no you- you’re sick. This is wrong.” 

“Don’t you want me?” You ask. 

“Baby, I’ve never wanted anything more than this, but-” 

“Then take me!” You whine. “Fuck me!” 

“Please,” he tries, although with your hand still on his clothed cock and his neck still tingling with the lasting effect of your kisses, it comes out more like a whine. 

You lean up, kissing at his jaw. “What if it makes me feel better? What if it cures me?” 

“I-I don’t think-” 

“Don’t think, Clark. Please. Just- just let go. Just be with me.” 

His eyes shut for a moment. “Fuck,” he breathes out as he reaches his verdict. He turns his head, meeting your lips. It’s a messy clash of tongues, desperate for one another. 

You back him towards a desk that’s been set up against a wall, and push at his shoulders to make him sit down. He looks up at you with those angel eyes, pupils blown and eyebrows raised a little, lips pouting and all coming together to create a look that just begs you to ravish him. 

You meet his lips with yours again, hands reaching blindly to find the hem of his sweater. You find it, pulling it up and over his head with as much speed as possible, finding that tight white t-shirt underneath. 

“Fuckin’ love this shirt,” you mumble, kissing him again. “But I need it gone.” 

Clark nods, eagerly reaching to pull the t-shirt over his head. His desperation means it gets stuck a little on the way up, and you have to help him get it off, but you don’t mind. You’re quick to get your hands on him, as he begins to kiss down your neck, you trail your hands over every muscled inch of him. 

He sucks a mark into the skin of your neck, kissing over it when he’s done, like a finishing touch. “Oh, Clark,” you breathe out, nails lightly scratching over his stomach. He shivers a little, breath shaking. 

Your fingers find his chin, tilting his face up to give him another kiss, before you’re getting to your knees in front of him. He watches with wide, adoring eyes as you begin to undo his jeans, kissing down his stomach as you do. 

You make quick work of his jeans, bringing them halfway down his thighs, then pulling his boxers down far enough to free his cock. He looks painfully hard. Clark knows that this is his body’s standard reaction to you. You don’t. You’re also not aware of the way Clark’s thoughts run wild when he fists his cock to the image of you at night. Granted none of his fantasies have ever played out quite like today has, but he’s going to be thinking of this for a very long time. 

Your hand wraps around his thick base, and he lets out a precious little gasp. You smile up at him, and from this angle, you look like a fucking enchantress. He swears you’ve got him under some kind of spell. 

You move your hand. Clark is ascending to a new plane. 

And then, with your hand still pumping him, and as Clark watches, you lean your head closer to his tip. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. 

You lick over his slit, and his head tilts back against his wishes. He doesn’t want to look away. Doesn’t want to miss a single moment. He wants to bask in the glory of this image forever. 

And then your lips wrap around his tip, a sensation like no other, and you press forward, taking him as far as you can. “Oh, baby, please-” he moans, wrangling the urge to flex his hips forward. “Y-yeah, that’s it, honey.” 

His head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut as your hand pumps what you can’t fit in your mouth. You watch him through your lashes, waiting for him to look back at you. But he doesn’t. 

So you pull off. 

Clark just about suppresses the whine that threatens to escape at the loss of the wet heat of your mouth, and instead a rather disappointed sigh leaves him. The world outside your mouth feels cold and lonely. 

But you fix it by leaning forwards and beginning to kiss around his pelvis, smirking a little against his skin as he shudders. Your hand is still moving to a steady rhythm, and even though Clark misses the feeling of your mouth, the combined sensation of your slick hand and your kisses on his hips is too good. “Clark, honey,” you mumble, nipping at the skin over his hip bone. He gasps. “Would you look at me?” 

“C-can’t,” he denies, shaking his head. 

“Why not?” 

“Because - oh, God-” You suck his skin just a couple of inches away from his base, disappointed to find no mark when you pull away. “Because if I look at you, I think I might cum.” 

You give him a sympathetic look. “What would be so bad about that?” 

“I can’t. Not yet. Have to - have to last.” 

“Oh, Clark,” you hum with a pout. “It’s okay if you cum. I want you to. We’ll go as long as you can. We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.” You reach a hand up, smoothing it over the planes of his chest. “Look at me? Please?” Clark nods, looking down and meeting your eyes. “There’re those pretty eyes.” 

You plant a final kiss on his hip before taking him in your mouth again. “Oh, please,” he whimpers, his hips twitching. 

His hands rest against the desk beneath him, but not gripping it, instead clenching his fists until his knuckles turn white. You reach for one of his hands, guiding it towards you, but Clark shakes his head and pulls it back, placing it firmly on the desk again. 

“Keep going, baby, please. I’m almost there.” 

You pull away to breathe, jerking him off with newfound speed, and Clark’s breaths turn into panting moans. This time, when he feels the urge to throw his head back, he fights it. He holds the eye contact you’re giving him, just like you’d asked. 

“Let go for me, Clark. Wanna see it. Wanna taste it.” Your tongue meets his tip as you wrap your mouth around the blushing tip of his cock, and you drag along his slit. 

“Yeah. Right there. Yes, yes, fuck!” 

Clark crumbles as he cums, shooting spurts onto your tongue and moaning through it, your hand and mouth working him through the pleasure and milking him for all he’s worth. 

You grin up at him, kissing the head of his cock, and standing. He lifts a hand, cupping your face and shifting some fallen hair, smiling at you, blissed-out and awe-struck. 

He leans forwards, catching your lips in a sweet kiss. “Couch?” You mumble, and he nods, taking your hands in his as he walks towards the couch. He sits down on it, an old and worn piece of furniture - but it’ll do. It looks sturdy enough. 

You sink into his lap, knees either side of his hips, kissing him. You blindly find his hands, pulling them to the button of your shorts. The way his fingers move to get you out of those shorts is nothing short of eager, quick and fumbling in his desperation to become impossibly closer to you. 

He finally gets the button undone and the zipper down, and you clamber off him, pushing the shorts down till they hit the floor, and you step out of them. Clark sits forward, pretty green eyes gazing up at you, flickering down to the hem of your tank top. 

His nose nudges at the skin revealed beneath the bottom, and he takes a long breath in, eyes closed, as though he’s savouring a sweet smell. Through all this, though, his hands remain balled into fists at his sides. He doesn’t grip the couch cushions like you’d expect, doesn’t dare touch you, for whatever reason. 

You toy with the hem of your tank top for a moment, Clark watching with hopeful eyes, and then you pull it up and over your head. You hook a finger into the band of your underwear - another light blue set Clark remembers fantasising about, silk and lace and matching the bra - and pause. “You wanna help me take these off, Clark?” He nods, lifting his hands and hooking his fingers into the material on your hips, tugging them down gently. 

“Oh-” he breathes out. You push him back softly with a hand on his chest, straddling him again. His eyes trail down from yours, landing on your clothed chest. 

You laugh a little. “Touch me, Clark. Then I’ll take it off and you can get a look.” 

“Y-yeah. Yeah. Okay.” 

You smile, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it to your core, fingers gently stroking over your folds. One finger slips through, and Clark almost gasps. 

He’s slow with it at first, tentative, until you kiss him and whisper, “Clark, please.” 

He adds a finger, finds a rhythm, faster, but still so gentle, like he’s afraid he’ll hurt you. He curls his fingers just right, prompting a moan from you. 

“Oh, God,” he whispers to himself at the feel of how wet you are. Because of him. 

You reach a hand between you, middle and index finger on your clit, and you begin to rub tight circles, gasping at the spike in pleasure. 

Clark is watching every response to every bit of stimulation, and he looks down at your moving fingers. “Does it- does it feel good when you do that?” He asks. You nod. He meets your eyes, innocent as can be for someone who’s got two fingers buried inside you. “I want- can I?” He asks. 

“Uh-huh.” Clark replaces your fingers with the thumb of his free hand. His hands are huge. You’ve thought about it before, plenty, about Clark’s large hands on you, on your chest or cupping your ass, but now that you’re actually with him in this setting, the thought turns you on even more. If only he didn’t seem scared to touch you. 

“Am I-” Clark begins, looking up at you with hopeful eyes. 

“You’re doing so good Clark,” you praise. “So good. Please.” 

He leans forwards, kissing your neck, collarbone, down until he finds the tops of your breasts. He kisses you there too, while his fingers below speed up in their rhythm, driving you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Clark- Clark, oh, please.” 

“Good?” He questions. 

“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, breathless. 

Your hips begin to move with the rhythm of his fingers, and Clark watches in awe as you do, adding pressure to your clit and practically doubling his speed. Your eyes go wide at the feeling, intense but so, so good. He’s so fast, you think it’s inhuman. In fact you’re pretty sure it has to be. 

“Hhhmmmm, Clark, how are - fuck, oh, God - how are you doing that?” 

Clark doesn’t respond, and you don’t get the chance to ask again because all of a sudden, your orgasm crashes over you in a heavy wave that feels like it’ll never end. 

You collapse onto him, legs trembling and chest heaving. You bite into his shoulder, hard enough to break skin possibly, which you feel bad for, but he doesn’t seem hurt by it. 

“Oh my God, Clark. That was incredible.” You lean back, cupping Clark’s jaw and tilting his head so he meets your eyes. 

“Can I- can you, uh…?” His gaze lowers to your chest momentarily, and you smile. Your hands reach for his wrists, lifting them up, pushing his fingers towards his mouth. He knows what you want, and he complies wordlessly, sticking his fingers in his mouth and licking them clean of your slick. 

“That’s it,” you hum, guiding his hands to your back, to the clasp of the bra. 

He unhooks it, dragging the straps down your arms, and discards it to the side. He stares at your bare chest in complete awe, green eyes shining. 

You reach down, pumping his cock to get him good and ready, and Clark still struggles to shift his gaze. “You ready?” You ask, and he nods. 

You push yourself up on your knees, and Clark’s eyes widen a little suddenly. “Wait, wait, what about protection?” 

“I’m on the pill,” you say. “And I’m clean. Are you?” 

“Yeah.” 

“And do you still want to do this?” 

“More than anything.” 

“Good.” You line him up with your entrance, and sink down onto him. 

If Clark thought anything before was good, this was a whole new level of ecstasy. “Fuck, oh my God,” he gasps. 

His hands clench into fists at his sides again. You ignore it for now, even though you want nothing more than to feel his hands on you. 

You begin to move, starting with a slow rhythm to ease Clark into it, and hooking your arms around his neck, kissing him. “You feel so good,” he whispers. “You’re tight, and wet, and warm.” He kisses you softly. “Baby, please.” 

“I know.” You pick up your pace, bouncing on his lap, smiling at the way he moans. Your ass meets his thighs with a rhythmic plap! plap! plap! sound, your hands clinging to his shoulders for some stability, because he’s still not touching you, and more than confused, you’re starting to feel even a little insulted. 

You kiss his pulse point, just beneath his jaw, and bite at his earlobe. Your hands slide up to his hair, giving a tug, and he moans. You notice his hands twitch, but he doesn’t touch you. 

“Why won’t you touch me, Clark?” You ask, leaning back and slowing your hips. 

He meets your eyes, guilt flashing through. “I-I just… I’m really strong.” 

“I know,” you say, one hand squeezing at his bicep. 

“N-no. I mean… like, really strong. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“I’m not fragile, Clark.” 

“I know, but - I’m inhumanly strong. And if something goes wrong…” 

“I don’t care. It’s a minor risk. You know what I do care about? The fact that I have an insanely hot guy under me who refuses to touch me. And my legs feel like they’re gonna give out. So unless you want this to stop right now, you’re gonna have to take the risk.” 

He nods. “Are you sure? I don’t want-” 

“You won’t hurt me, Clark. I trust you.” 

He nods again, hands finally finding your hips, and with the aforementioned inhuman strength lifts you up and lays you down on the couch, crawling on top of you. 

“There we go,” you say, grinning and looping your arms behind his neck. 

Clark slips back into you, beginning to thrust slowly. “You look so pretty under me,” he muses. 

“Clark, you can’t just say that to a girl,” you giggle. He laughs a little, kissing you softly. He’s still keeping a slow pace, which you presume comes from the fear of hurting you accidentally by using too much force, but you’re impatient. “Clark, can you go faster?” 

“Y-yeah. Yeah.” He speeds up, and props himself up with one arm above your head, while the other heads south, fingers finding your clit and beginning to rub circles onto it, just like before. 

“That’s good. That’s good.” 

He nods, and more sounds begin to flood from his mouth, matching your moans. “Oh, God, baby. You feel so good. You’re so good. So pretty.” 

“You’re doing so well Clark,” you tell him. You wonder about his strength, about what he means by inhuman. Certainly, there was something inhuman about his speed earlier as he worked your clit. “Do I get to see this inhuman strength later?” 

“Uh- I probably-” 

“Please?” You clench around him for a moment. 

He falters, hips stuttering a little as a whimper escapes him. “If you do that, I think I’d give you anything you wanted.” 

“So I can see?” 

“Yeah, you can see. I’ll show you. Promise, baby.” 

Clark lets out a breathy moan, head falling into the crook of your neck as his hips gain speed, and he adjusts his thrusts to match it. “Are you close, Clark?” 

He nods. He hardly trusts his voice. “Just need a moment.” 

“It’s okay. You can cum.” 

He shakes his head. “Not before you.” God, you’d think his invulnerability would give him some advantage in holding out, but poor Clark’s so sensitive that every stroke feels like absolute heaven and it feels like he’s barrelling full-force to what will no doubt be the most incredible finish of his life. 

And then his fingers are moving against your clit just as fast as before, if not faster, desperate to get you to finish before he does. “Oh my God, Clark, what the fuck? How are you doing that?” A loud moan escapes you. “Fuck-” 

“You like that?” He asks. 

“Fuck, yes. What other inhuman abilities are you hiding from me?” 

“I’ll tell you later?” 

“You better.” 

He leans down, kisses everywhere he can reach, your jaw, your neck, your chest, your lips, even drags your earlobe between his teeth and gives it a gentle bite. You really don’t care about Clark hurting you, because it doesn’t exist as a thought in your mind that he could. He wouldn’t ever lay a hand on you, and you know that. In fact, at this point you’d willingly let him throw you against a wall and take you there. 

“Clark, I - I’m close. Please.” 

“I’ve got you. It’s okay, baby.” He adjusts himself to grab your hand, holding it by your head and intertwining his fingers with yours. 

You lift your head, searching for his lips, and he’s more than happy to gift you a kiss, soft in comparison to the speed and desperation of his thrusts. You moan into his mouth as you reach your climax, body twitching as Clark carries you through it, your walls clenching around him like a vice, drawing a particularly loud moan from him. 

“That’s it,” he hums as you come down from your high. “You okay?” 

You nod, a blissed smile on your face. “So okay.” 

You card your fingers through his hair, pulling lightly, and Clark moans. “I’m close, baby. Please, I need it. Need it so bad. Can I - where do you want me to-” 

“Inside,” you say. “Want to feel it.” 

“Okay.” 

His eyes meet yours properly, finding your dilated pupils, hazy eyes, and the utter joy in them, and that’s all it takes for him to be thrown headfirst into his own climax. He presses his forehead to yours, gasping your name as he spills his load inside of you. “God, you feel so good. Oh, fuck.” 

“There you go. That’s so good, Clark,” you praise, kissing him and swallowing his whimper. “You’re so good, honey.” 

Clark pants as he slows to a stop, giving you a soft kiss before he pulls out. He watches in awe at the way his cum drips out of you and onto the couch beneath you. 

“You were amazing, Clark.” 

“You were incredible,” he says, smiling at you. 

You pull him onto you and wrap your arms around him, smiling when he does the same to you. 

Needless to say, when Clark later demonstrates his inhuman strength by lifting a literal tractor above his head (not forgetting the joke you made when you met him about him benching a tractor), you’re quick to drag him up to his room before he can show you all the other superpowers he possesses. Although he does a damn good job of showing you that super strength.

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[rainee-da]

will you ever write about the devil's quintuplets having sensitive ears??

i rlly want to see what you can write for famin lol

🍀 Their Sensitive Ears

CHARACTER ❥ Doom 🪞 / Famin 🃏 / Epidem 🍮 / Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧

W A R N I N G ⚠️ R15 for suggestive theme on some / BIG SPOILER for anime watchers!!!! / might be too OOC for you

D O O M 🪞

He should've known that you had malicious flirtatious intents when you suddenly asked him to pick you up, out of nowhere.

Then again, your request is always strange to him, so he didn't suspect a thing.

And he deemed those to be one of his biggest blunders of all time.

The position is quite funny too, he's cradling your petite figure (compared to him) like a baby while you're playfully touching and tugging on his left ear.

If you're anything but his lover, he can and WILL body-slammed you onto the floor. But fate is being cruel to him today.

If only he's not as tall as a castle gate, he'll drop you to the ground in a heartbeat lol.

You can see the vein popping out on his temple and neck, the slight movement of his mouth as he silently gritted his teeth.

Why is his skin wet? Oh, he's sweating. Profusely. Poor him

"... Will you please stop, my dear?" he questioned begged you, his voice was velvety with silent threats veiling on its tone. "This... is quite distracting."

But you, being the shithead that you are, decided to kick it up a notch by blowing onto his earlobe.

Doom is doomed lol pun intended.

His whole body jerked in response and he harshly tilted his head to the opposite side of your face to avoid your torture.

And you trigger one of his once-in-a-blue-moon events, in which you successfully painted his face with red hues.

This man is a gentleman though, a gentleman that loves you! he will not stoop low to your level and do any kind of payback towards you.

For that reason, he'll simply stay as gentlemanly as ever and wait patiently until you get bored, enduring the torture you gave him.

Seriously, help this man. He's suffering.

F A M I N 🃏

"Hey, lookie here," he called out to you when you're minding your own business, making you turn your head to greet your boyfriend, "Look at my ear."

In his right ear is a long earring with a yellow tassel at the end of its string. If you look closely, there's a bit of blood on it.

... If you think it sounds like Cell's earrings, then you think correctly.

"I saw these on Cell's ear earlier and I like it, so I borrowed it from him," and what he means by 'borrowing' is that he forcefully ripped the earring straight from the poor man's ear.

Well, guess that explains the bit of blood on it... Cell do you wanna work at my place lol

He didn't pay any mind to your nagging about his cruelty and the unsanitary. It's nothing new after all.

He also didn't pay any attention to you when you approached him to 'clean' whatever you previously talked about.

But then, you touched his ear.

Your aim is innocent. You simply want to take the earring off and clean it first before giving it back to him. But you didn't expect him to suddenly go limp and faceplant to the concrete floor below you.

No, you didn't kill him. Don't worry.

As you knelt down to check on him, you noticed his whole face had gone beet red and his lips were trembling. He looks like he's about to combust.

"... Don't... touch my ears..." his voice is croaky, almost squeaky, as he stares at you with teary eyes.

If you tried to touch his ears again, he'd let out a harsh gasp and scoot away fearfully. Shaking his head with his eyes looking at you, silently pleading for your mercy.

"Forget it! Here! I don't want it anymore!" he barked and tossed the earring to you haphazardly. His face is beet red and his whole body is trembling.

After that he quickly stood up and vanished right into thin air using his magic. Though you can still hear the crunch of his shoes as he runs away.

With this you have obtained his weakness. Use it wisely!

E P I D E M 🍮

One afternoon, you're just in his lab accompanying him as per usual while he is getting ready to with his experiments.

"... Not only that, by diluting the extract of these plants you can obtain some magical fumes that will be useful in-" his words started to get blurry as he yapped on, using phrases and jargon you didn't understand.

The only time he pays attention to you is when he wants you spoon-fed him some pudding.

Being his lover, you're used to this mode of him and it was adorable that he still wants to include you in his world, even though you barely comprehend some of what he's talking about.

And it's boring!

You mindlessly minced the pudding in front of you with a spoon as he yapped and ranted about his experiments. A scowl plastered on your face and you want him to be a boyfriend for a minute! But this man is hella stubborn goddamnit!

As his back turned towards you, an idea popped up in your head.

He's still in the middle of his work, holding a beaker and carefully pouring the liquid inside of it into the cauldron when you suddenly pop out from behind him and kiss the tip of his ear.

His focus is instantly shattered. He gasped and stumbled backward slightly, almost dropping the beaker full of suspicious substance in his hand.

"M-My sweet, what are you doing?! That's dangerous!" his face is tinted red as he stares at you bug-eyed, flustered and slightly angered by your reckless action.

But your adorable face and your pouty complaint instantly melted his heart, his anger is forgotten and evaporated into thin air. Though his heart is still pounding out of his chest due to the stimulation you gave him.

"Why didn't you say so? Come here," he cooed and opened his arms to engulf you in a big hug. He swings your body gently side by side, enjoying the sweet scent of your hair.

But If you think that you're finally going to have a wholesome moment with him, you'd be dead wrong.

Because when you let your guard down, he'll suddenly tighten his embrace and whisper into your ear, "What you did before... is very naughty, you know that right?" before giving it a teasing nibble, "How do you think I should punish you now?"

... Yeah you gonna leave with a bunch of teeth marks on your body. Don't mess with this guy fr.

D E L I S A S T E R 🍾

It's late at night, it was an exhausting day for the both of you, and going to sleep as early as possible sounds very ideal right now.

But you can't do that. Because you gotta help this manchild undo his hair.

He'll give you a cheeky grin as you grumble in annoyance while you carefully release his hair from the ring holder that helps him keep his hair shaped into a sunburst.

The fact that each lock of his tied hair is glued with gel doesn't help either. Because now you gotta brush it too.

"Aww c'mon, why the pouty face?" he tried to coax you, voice sweet as honey as he playfully kissed your free hand.

And it might work on you if only he didn't say this one wrong sentence; "You should be grateful! After all, you're tending to the bestest dude in town, Delisaster!"

Yeah this lil' shit deserves it.

His breath got caught in his throat when you suddenly slammed his body to the bed, and he couldn't help but gulp at the 'horrifying' expression on your face, "H-Heyy, if you wanna get spicy at least finish my hair first!"

He was confused when you went and rummaged the drawer near the bed. But after seeing what you're holding in your hand, the feeling of dread instantly washes over him.

What are you holding, you might ask? just some earpick!

He jolted when you unannouncedly put the steely material onto his outer ear, and he moaned shrieked when you started making the scraping motion in his ear canal.

"Eeeek! I'm sorry m' sorry! Please please please-" his plea fell onto deaf ears as you kept torturing cleaning his ear, stating that 'the gel went into his ears' as an excuse.

You're lying, you just want to toy with this piece of shit.

His body twitches with each stroke, as if electricity runs through his veins and shocking his nerves. He wants to run away, but for some reason, his body feels limp and he's putty in your hand.

By the time you're done with him, he's already sweating profusely. His body is trembling as he stares at you wide-eyed, breathing heavily. You broke him.

From now on, if he's being a brat just show him some earpick. He'll be as docile as a lamb (begrudgingly)

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

"Just be patient. I just need to finish this one question and then we can cuddle," he said matter-of-factly as you kept droning and pleaded cutely for his attention.

Tomorrow is the final exam before the long break, and the both of you are having a study date in his room.

But you, of course, get bored quickly. So now you're making it your life mission to make him stop studying along with you.

Domina knows your mind like an open book though, so he also makes it his mission to ignore you until he finishes his paper.

... Not that he didn't want to cuddle, of course. Believe him, He FUCKING wants to! But it's irrational for him to not study just because of that!

One person has to be the sane one in this relationship lol.

"Why don't you just finish your paper? You just need to answer one more, right?" he didn't even look at you as he said that. He just gave you a small waving gesture as if to dismiss your presence.

No matter what act you pulled towards him, he didn't budge an inch. BUT no need to give up! Because you still have one more trick up your sleeves.

He should've known your silence means trouble. But he's naive, and he thought you just got bored and finally left him alone. Oh sweet summer child-

The ink in his pen scraped through the paper as he wrote an essay for the last question. Just one more and it will be ov-

Out of nowhere, something wet and soft touches his ear and his body instantly convulses as he lets out a girlish screech that echoed throughout the room.

You, being the piece of shit that you are, just licked his ear.

"Huh?! W-Why would you do that?!" he barked, his face as red as a tomato and covering both of his ears with his palm as he breathed heavily through his mouth.

You attempted to pry his hand away from his ear. He's stronger than you so of course you've failed to pry it away completely. But you still managed to touch the tip of his ear.

Yeah... now he's royally triggered.

"Oh it's on now!" he quickly lunged towards you and pinned you down on the floor. His face is red with a mixture of anger and flusters as he started to tickle your side relentlessly.

And now you spent an entire night with him just wrestling against each other, resulting in both of you earning a detention that lasted for a week.

... And now you two didn't finish that last question on those papers, just as you wanted.

Domina 0 - 1 You

Sorry it's taking me so long to write this! I'm in the middle of renovating my room lately and was often too tired to do anything... I can't believe I've been delaying in finishing this hcs for almost a week lol.

After this, I'm going to take it slow and write some general headcanon regarding the brothers. If you had any request, feel free to send one if ask box is open!

Anyway, sorry it's taking this long. I hope everyone enjoys it! 🍀

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

hiii, could you write a headcanon for Famin x reader where she live with him and his family and how the others will treat her

You can either use she/they ( sorry for my English, it's not my first language)

Famin eh? I’ll try my best to do that! Also you’re English is alright! Thanks for requesting nonnie!✨

Famin x Gn!Reader (I wanna make everyone feel included <3)

Innocent Zero

-he definitely has a lot of doubt on whether you would interfere their daily lifestyle

-but seeing his son more focused than before when you’re here

-he’ll make an exception…only if you stay loyal to him for eternity

-do expect him to be very strict and force you to train, otherwise how would you be able to protect him and yourself??

-he would occasionally glance at you and Famin, monitoring you two silently, making sure you aren’t causing any trouble

-he would treat you with some tea once in a blue moon🍵

Doom

-he would be supportive

-we all know he’s probably the nicest sibling of them all, so he would be welcoming you as Famin’s partner

-he would ask about your relationship and how it’s going, just to make sure you’re both alright

-he would be curious how strong you can be, if you accept training with him, he would go easy on you first

-imagine using him as a punching bag, hitting him with little punches and kicks? That would be adorable aww!

-he would praise and encourage you with words like ‘do it for your boyfriend’ and ‘protect yourself and the ones you care about’

Epidem

-pudding. What else?🍮

-he would trick you with his friendly side and then hurt you

-but when he finds out that you are his brother’s partner, he starts to be nicer for real

-he is a gentleman at times so he would treat you like a sibling

-imagine gossiping with him while enjoying the pudding he gave you lol

-expect him to gift you desserts occasionally

Delisaster

-he would bully you, drag you to party with him

-also would force you to drink wine if you rarely/never do

-would call you nicknames like wimp, scaredy-cat, even nerd!

-but he just wants you to be tougher, enjoy life while you still can, you only live once, gotta make sure you live the most of it

-‘Someone had to do it nerd! Now drink this!’ ~Delisaster

Domina (yay~)

-he would be surprised

-he would ask you if you’re sure you wanna date his brother, since he thinks he can’t pull anybody (cue Famin chasing Domina down-)

-but if you’re sure you wanna be with him, he’ll respect it

-he would give you a heads-up about father (Innocent Zero), he’ll tell you how cruel, sick and twisted he is, he doesn’t want you to get hurt by him too

-he would be blunt sometimes, so his words might sting you

-he’s just too used to being mistreated and obeying his father’s commands :(

There we go!~ Hope you enjoyed!✨

[dodgebolt]

unfollowing the lovejoy tags some of you mfs need to learn to tag your freakshit

[luxthestrange]

MASHLE Incorrect quotes#62 Birthstory

Innocent: and that's the story about how I met your "mother" and how you were born~

His children*Mortified,and actually heavily judging their father*...

Magicless!Y/n*facepalms, and groans* should've let me handle it...

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yn_ferrari I understand that, without my agreement, my father has put out an instagram story this afternoon that makes it seem like I’m dying. This is true, I do feel like I’m dying. I’m having my appendix removed.

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maxverstappen1 Will get that win for you 💙

↳ yn_ferrari no, thanks ❤️

↳ papaferrari Please let Carlos/Charles win for Y/N’s faster recovery 😊

username SHE’S SO UNSERIOUS 😭

oscarpiastri 🤨

↳ yn_ferrari poet of the century

alex_albon Been there, done that

↳ yn_ferrari teach me your ways, master

username THANK GOD IT’S JUST AN APPENDIX

username get well soon mother

carlossainz55 Get well soon, mi hermana 😂

↳ yn_ferrari soy lago

↳ landonorris stop copying me 😒

charles_leclerc Fake 🤭

↳ yn_ferrari i’ll pinch your appendix with my bare hands so you’d know how it feels

↳ alexandrasaintmleux 😨

↳ yn_ferrari look away, my love 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

scuderiaferrari Get well soon, Boss ❤️

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scuderiaferrari Patient 0, Patient 1, and Charles 😄 The gang is finally back in a land down under ��

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username Y/N YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM CHARLES 😭

papaferrari My children 🧒🧒🧒

username favorite trio ever

username the fact that we won't be seeing them together again next year 😞

yn_ferrari admin... what's with the caption? 🙂

↳ scuderiaferrari Hi boss, please don't fire me

charles_leclerc I'm a survivor ❤️‍🩹

↳ yn_ferrari you're next 👹

↳ papaferrari Don't say that kind of thing, I can't have all of my children go through the same surgery three weeks in a row

↳ charles_leclerc 🤪🤪🤪 yn_ferrari

↳ carlossainz55 We'll try again next time yn_ferrari

username she's got that appendix touch, because every appendix that she touches starts to burst 🤷‍♀️

↳ yn_ferrari HELP 💀

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yn_ferrari beyond proud of what you guys achieved today, words can't describe how i feel! and no, contrary to popular belief i had nothing to do with max's dnf 😮‍💨

ps. someone said i've got the appendix touch, soo... if you're interested just hit me up

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maxverstappen1 🙍‍♂️

maxverstappen1 Enjoy it while it lasts, Schat 😑

↳ yn_ferrari I will 😽

redbullracing You're temporarily banned from our garage🙏

↳ yn_ferrari I DIDNT DO ANYTHING?!

↳ redbullracing A source spotted you touching the rear wing of Max's car 💔

↳ yn_ferrari THAT'S A LIE.... scuderiaferrari STEP UP?

↳ scuderiaferrari Sorry, we're too focused on celebrating P1 and P2

↳ mercedesamgf1 Wow, can't relate scuderiaferrari

username why is there a video of you running down the pitlane after race, pls explain 😭

↳ yn_ferrari i was watching the race with max at red bull’s hospitality 🏃‍♀️💨

carlossainz55 Us 1 - Appendicitis 0 🍾

↳ yn_ferrari yes sir 🫡

charles_leclerc Can I have my appendix removed too? papaferrari

↳ papaferrari No

landonorris Do mine next, I need to win

alex_albon Can I have my appendix removed again?

↳ yn_ferrari control your man lilymhe 😭

↳ lilymhe bffr 🤬

username FORZA FERRARI SIEMPRE

↳ yn_ferrari rrrAAAGHHHH 🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

scuderiaferrari We're so happy, our appendix literally burst 🥹

↳ username new merch idea?

↳ scuderiaferrari Noted 📝

papaferrari Dinner on me tonight 😎 carlossainz55 charles_leclerc

↳ charles_leclerc Finally

↳ carlossainz55 On my way!

↳ maxverstappen1 Can I come too?

↳ papaferrari I guess so, Y/N would be mad if I didn't invite you

↳ charles_leclerc Max got a pity invite 🤭

↳ yn_ferrari KEEP MY BOYFRIEND'S NAME OUT OF YOUR F-ING MOUTH

↳ lewishamilton Can i come? 🤔

↳ carlossainz55 My wound is still fresh...

↳ yn_ferrari LET HIM HAVE THIS ONE, SIR. WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT YEAR 🤗

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✩ first and last 🦢

pairing: lando norris x reader

cw: fluff, first time relationships

wc: 3.6k words

an: thank you to @castofstrangerthings for the req! i couldn’t directly respond to it for some reason so here! also i know you asked for oscar but this just felt so apt for lando i had to!! :p

For Y/N, dating wasn’t really something at the forefront of her mind. After hearing horror stories of all the crazy boyfriends her friends had to endure since middle school, she was more than content remaining celibate.

This continued throughout her schooling days, where she never bothered to start dating. And it was a big help to her cause that no boys ever made a move on her.

It wasn’t that she was unattractive, nor was it her personality. She was well-known throughout her school, and the teachers liked her too. She had a few male friends as well, and while they enjoyed hanging out, she was never asked out by even one of them.

So, she was the butt of her friends' lighthearted jokes about how she was the only one graduating high school without ever having a boyfriend, kissing someone, or even being romantically interested in a man. Hell, she hadn’t even been on a date before!

Y/N much preferred it this way—'more men, more problems' was her belief in life. However, this changed when she went to university.

She and Lando Norris met on the same day of orientation, both eager to join their uni’s debate team. After being seated next to each other for almost an hour during auditions, they were called in to debate each other on the topic of whether the ‘male loneliness epidemic’ was real. Much to her chagrin, Y/N had to argue for the motion.

That very debate was the foundation of their friendship, and now, in junior year, the pair remained closer than ever.

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Being raised in a family with a wonderful mother and two sisters really sets a man up for success in the dating world. Lando was always in demand, his alluring and charming personality combined with his ravishing good looks and mild-mannered ways leading to girls constantly trying their luck with him.

At every party, every ten or so minutes, he was either being snogged by a pretty blonde or comparing hand sizes with a striking brunette.

He always admired Y/N’s commitment to being single, knowing her feelings towards the dating scene in today’s world. And somewhere along the line, his admiration for her changed to awe, and from awe, it evolved into emotions he never thought he’d ever feel for her.

After spending the better half of the past two years stuck by her side, with the third one beginning a few weeks ago, he found himself falling headfirst for Y/N and all her quirks and dynamics.

He had found it very difficult to admit it to himself that he fancied her, but on a random Tuesday morning, as she was wallowing over the waffles running out at breakfast, it hit him like a lightning bolt:

He had the biggest, fattest, most irrepressible crush on his best friend.

He had seen her for the first time when they were just freshly turned 18-year-olds, sniggering over the terrible chairs they had to sit on while waiting their turn for auditions. He was there when she was upset over not being able to sign up for a class she was desperate to take in her first semester.

He giggled while she almost keeled over after taking her first-ever shot of tequila at a sorority party at Kappa Alpha Theta, and he was the one who held her hair up while she threw up into a toilet bowl, rubbing her back soothingly as she moaned over how she would never touch alcohol again.

So how was someone supposed to continue being best friends with the girl he was falling for faster than a meteor hurling through space?

To him, the answer was simple: dropping simple but subtle hints to make his intentions known.

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The hints had started small, but now they were practically glaring neon signs. At least, to everyone except Y/N.

Lando had tried everything to make his feelings clear. He was always touching her, always standing closer than necessary, always finding ways to bring her into his space. He carried her books when she complained they were too heavy, sent her good morning texts every single day, and even learned the complicated coffee order she had been too embarrassed to repeat for him.

But nothing seemed to get through to her. And what made it worse was that everyone around them began noticing the change.

“Okay, but seriously,” her roommate drawled one afternoon as they sat in the campus café. “Are you guys, like, together-together?”

Y/N snorted, picking at her croissant. “What? No.”

Her roommate raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “So you’re telling me your best friend, who, by the way, has turned down every single girl who’s tried to ask him out in the last six months, just happens to buy you coffee every morning, keeps your favorite hoodie in his car in case you get cold, and practically looks like he’s in love every time he stares at you for more than five seconds?”

Lando, sitting beside Y/N, didn’t even pretend to be embarrassed. He just leaned back in his chair, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her flounder for an answer.

“He’s just—” Y/N shook her head, laughing lightly. “That’s just how he is. Lando’s nice to everyone.”

Her friend scoffed. “Yeah, but he’s not doing any of that for me. Or anyone else.”

Lando chuckled, reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear. The gesture was so natural, so casual, that she barely even registered it, except for the way her heart suddenly felt like it was trying to break a world record for fastest beats per minute.

“I mean, I could start buying you coffee every morning,” he mused, tilting his head at the girl in front of them. “But I think Y/N might get jealous.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. “Oh, please.”

But internally? She was spiralling.

Because the idea of Lando doing these things for someone else, buying their favorite drinks, remembering their order, keeping a hoodie for them, made her stomach twist in a way she didn’t want to analyze too closely.

And it wasn’t just her roommate who had questioned them, either. At a party the previous weekend, they had been standing by the drinks table when a guy in their Stats class had wandered over, glancing between them with an appraising look.

“You two are dating, right?” he asked, casually pouring himself a drink.

Y/N choked on her own sip of beer. “What? No.”

He blinked. “Huh. Could’ve fooled me.”

She laughed it off, brushing the idea away as she always did, but Lando, who had been leaning against the table beside her, hand warm on the small of her back, had simply raised an eyebrow, amused.

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Over the course of midterms week, Y/N was seconds away from throwing her laptop out the nearest window and dramatically declaring herself an academic failure.

She had spent hours buried in notes, highlighting until her fingers cramped, and yet nothing was sticking. Her brain was mush. Her body was tense. Her stress levels were at an all-time high.

Meanwhile. Lando, sitting across from her in their usual library spot, looked annoyingly unbothered.

“How are you so calm?” she groaned, dropping her head onto her open textbook.

Lando smirked, stretching his arms behind his head like he wasn’t on the verge of multiple deadlines. “Because one of us needs to be. And let’s be honest, it was never gonna be you.”

She shot him a glare that had absolutely no bite to it. “You’re supposed to be suffering with me.

“I am,” he said, eyes twinkling with amusement. “I just look better doing it.”

She huffed dramatically, rubbing her temples. “I’m so close to losing my mind.”

That was apparently enough for Lando to intervene. Without a word, he stood up and walked over to her side of the table, nudging her chair back slightly before physically turning it so she was facing him. Before she could protest, he crouched down in front of her, settling his hands on her knees.

Y/N stopped breathing.

“Peach,” he murmured, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over her bare skin. “You need a break.”

Her brain stuttered at the nickname, and she knew exactly what he was referencing. It began in the winter break of freshman year, after a visit to Y/N’s house.

Her mom had been all too eager to embarrass her, flipping through old photo albums until she landed on the picture, one of baby Y/N, no older than two, sitting in a tiny plastic chair in her backyard, absolutely covered in peach juice.

There were peach slices in her chubby fists, sticky residue all over her cheeks, and a look of pure, unfiltered joy on her face as she devoured the fruit like it was the best thing in the world.

Lando had lost it.

“No way,” he had laughed, taking a picture of the photo for future blackmail. “You were a menace.”

“I was a child,” Y/N had huffed, cheeks burning as she tried (and failed) to snatch the album from him.

Her mom had only made it worse, recounting how Y/N had been obsessed with peaches, demanding them at every meal and managing to make a colossal mess every single time.

And that is where ‘Peach’ originated from.

She barely managed to remember that moment, when she felt Lando’s warm hands trailing up and down her thighs, fingers grazing the hem of her shorts.

“I can’t take a break,” she whispered, voice embarrassingly shaky.

“You can,” he said, firm but soft, his grip tightening slightly. “And you will. Because if you stress yourself into a breakdown, who’s gonna remind me when all my assignments are due?”

Y/N would have laughed, if she wasn’t mentally losing it at the way his hands lingered on her thighs, his touch burning and grounding.

“Five minutes,” he coaxed, voice a low hum. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

She swore she blacked out for a moment.

Because what the FUCK?

When did he get so touchy? And why did he have to sound like that? Like he was saying something completely normal but making it sound criminally intimate?

“I…” She swallowed hard, eyes darting anywhere but his face. “I don’t know how to turn my brain off.”

Lando sighed, standing back up—but instead of moving away, he settled behind her chair, placing his hands on her shoulders and squeezing gently.

“Then let me do it for you.” And holy shit.

The moment his hands started kneading into her muscles, Y/N melted.

His thumbs dug into the tense spots at the base of her neck, slow and deliberate, like he was unraveling her stress with his hands alone. His fingers pressed into the tight knots in her shoulders, rubbing small, soothing circles that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Fuck,” she muttered, eyes fluttering shut before she could stop herself.

Lando chuckled behind her. “That good, huh?”

She wanted to be embarrassed, but she was too far gone to care. His touch was ridiculously good, and for the first time all week, she felt her body relax.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low as he leaned down slightly, his breath warm against the side of her face. “Just breathe, sweetheart.”

She absolutely did not breathe.

Instead, she sat there, skin burning, heart racing, mind spiraling at the fact that her best friend was currently massaging her like it was the most normal thing in the world.

And then, because Lando loved making her suffer, he let his fingers slide up, brushing lightly against the sensitive skin of her neck before tracing back down her shoulders.

Y/N jumped.

Lando laughed, his voice right in her ear. “Ticklish?”

“N-no,” she lied, gripping the edges of her chair so tight her knuckles turned white.

“Mm,” he hummed, clearly amused. He gave her shoulders one last squeeze before finally stepping back. “Feel better?”

No. Absolutely not. She felt like she needed to go outside and scream into the void.

But she nodded anyway, avoiding his gaze like her life depended on it.

“Good.” Lando ruffled her hair, grinning. “Now let’s get back to work before you have a full-on breakdown.”

Y/N didn’t have a breakdown over midterms. But she did have one over the realization that she was so fucking screwed.

After hell week, she locked herself in her dorm room, trying to make sense of the past few weeks. For almost 3 months, Lando had been inciting the most out of the blue emotions in Y/N.

He had changed. But it didn’t mean anything.

He had always been tactile, affectionate. He had always been protective, always made her feel like she mattered. It was just who he was.

The problem was, she had started to want it. To crave the warmth of his palm on her thigh when he absentmindedly reached for her during study sessions. To hear the way he murmured "Night, Peach," like it was something soft and fragile and theirs.

And she hated herself for it. Because Lando didn’t like her. Because if he did, if any of this meant something to him, surely he would have said something by now.

Right?

So she did what she had always done.

She laughed when their friends teased them about how they acted like a couple. She rolled her eyes when people assumed they were together. She ignored the way her heart ached every time he pulled away, convinced herself she was imagining the way he looked at her sometimes, like he saw through everything.

Because no matter how much she was falling for him, Lando wasn’t falling for her.

And she just had to live with it.

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From the very first time she visited his home in Bristol, Lando’s parents had welcomed her like she was one of their own. His sisters had immediately pulled her into their group, and his mum and dad never let her leave without offering her enough food to last a month.

So when his parents insisted she come home with him for the semester break, she hadn’t even thought to say no.

Now, sitting in his childhood bedroom, cross-legged on his bed as she flipped through an old photo album his dad had pulled out, she was glad she had agreed.

The photos were a goldmine, including one showing a 6 year old Lando, gap-toothed and grinning, covered in dirt from head to toe after what was probably an ill-advised adventure outside.

“You were so tiny,” she teased, laughing as she held up a picture of him pouting dramatically in a blazer and a pair of trousers that were slightly too big on him.

Lando, who had been sitting beside her, propped up on his elbow, rolled his eyes. “Not anymore I’m not,” he winked at her.

She huffed out a laugh, turning back to the photo. But his gaze lingered on her a beat longer than usual.

Y/N felt it, felt the weight of it, the same way she always did when he looked at her like that. Like she was something worth looking at.

The air between them had been charged for weeks now, the space they usually occupied so comfortably together feeling too small, like something unspoken was pressing against the edges.

She ignored it. She always ignored it.

Because no matter how much she overthought his touches, his lingering stares, the way he felt different lately, she couldn’t let herself believe it meant anything.

But Lando?

He had just about had enough.

He had tried subtlety. He had tried patience. But it had become painfully clear that Y/N, his oblivious best friend, was never going to realize what was right in front of her. So he decided, right then and there, that he was done waiting.

He sat up, closing the photo album in her lap and ignoring the small noise of protest she made. She blinked up at him in confusion, and God, how had he gone so long without kissing her?

“I can’t do this anymore.” His voice was quiet, firm.

Y/N frowned. “Do what?”

Lando inhaled sharply. “This. The hints, the waiting, hoping you’ll get it, I can’t anymore.”

She stared at him, brows furrowing in confusion, and it made him want to scream.

He reached out, cupping her jaw with one hand, his thumb brushing against her cheek in the softest way possible.

Y/N froze.

“I like you,” he said, the words steady and clear. “I like you in a way that isn’t just friendly, in a way that makes me want to pull you close every time I see you.”

“I like you in a way that makes it physically impossible for me to look at you and not think about how badly I want to be yours.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her pulse roaring in her ears. “You’re joking,” she said weakly.

Lando let out a soft, frustrated laugh, shaking his head. “No, Peach. I’m not joking. I’m telling you, finally telling you, that I’ve wanted you for so long, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t.”

Her brain stalled.

Every moment she had overthought suddenly flashed through her mind, the lingering touches, the way he always called her Peach like it was something sacred, the way he had never once left her side, had never once let her doubt that he would be there.

And now, here he was, saying the thing she had never let herself believe. Her silence stretched between them, and for the first time in a long time, Lando looked uncertain.

His hand, still resting against her jaw, twitched slightly, like he was afraid she was going to pull away.

“Say something,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

“I—” She swallowed hard, trying to piece together a coherent thought. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything.”

And before she could overthink it, before she could let herself spiral into a million reasons why this couldn’t be real, Lando leaned in and kissed her.

It was soft at first, a question rather than a demand. His lips brushed against hers hesitantly, like he was giving her a chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

Instead, she melted, her hands finding his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric like it was the only thing grounding her.

That was all Lando needed.

His other hand found her waist, tugging her closer until there was no space left between them. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to make up for the moments they had wasted.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N’s heart was hammering, her head spinning. Lando rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips.

“Please tell me you know what to say,” he murmured, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, I think I have an idea.”

“Good.” Lando grinned, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Took you long enough.”

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It had been almost a year since that night at his family home in Bristol, since he had finally given up on the hints and just told her. Since he had kissed her like he had been waiting his whole life to do it. Since she had stopped pretending she wasn’t completely, irreversibly his.

Now, they were curled up on his bed in his off-campus apartment, the soft glow of morning slipping through the blinds. Lando was still half-asleep, his face buried in the crook of her neck, arms wrapped around her like he had no intention of letting go.

“You’re staring,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.

Y/N smiled, running her fingers through his curls. “Am not.”

Lando huffed out a laugh, pulling her impossibly closer. “Liar.”

“Lando.”

He hummed, still fixated on her in his arms. “Yeah, Peach?”

She smiled. The nickname had never gone away.

She stretched out on the bed, letting her cheek rest against the pillow as she watched him. “Did you know you’re my first in everything?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Everything?”

“Everything,” she confirmed, biting her lip. “First kiss, first boyfriend, first person I’ve ever said ‘I love you’ to…” She paused, eyes twinkling. “And, you know. First in other ways.”

Lando smirked. “I’m very aware, sweetheart.”

Her face burned, but she refused to look away. “You’re my first everything. It’s kind of unfair, don’t you think?”

His fingers reached out to her, brushing them over her flushed cheek. “You’re my first real everything too, you know,” he murmured, voice softer now.

She blinked up at him. “Really?”

Lando nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “First girl I’ve ever been completely gone for.”

A kiss on her cheek. “First person I’ve ever loved.”

Another kiss, this time to her nose. “First person I never want to lose.”

Y/N’s heart swelled. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her. He laughed, letting her hold him close as he buried his face in her neck, his arms slipping around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I love you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his curls.

Lando tightened his hold on her, his lips brushing against her collarbone as he murmured, “I love you more, Peach.”

And she believed it, because if there was one thing she knew for certain, it was that Lando Norris was her first in everything.

And if she was lucky, he’d also be her last.

i’m going to be so honest i started writing this at like 11 something pm and finished by around 2 am. and i only proof read like maybe the first few scenes and then i gave up bc i genuinely feel so sleepy rn, but yes here you go my geeks ^_^

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synopsis : idol!niki x pregnant!reader | the deal was simple: wait at least 1 year after marriage to start having kids so ni-ki could be fully engaged with your pregnancy without the stress of schedules holding him back. however, things don’t always go as planned.

!warnings!: angst, fluff, pregnancy(obv), anxiety, mentions of dysfunctional family wc: 2.4k

you and ni-ki got married a little over 2 months ago, october 21st to be exact, and ever since, they’ve both been the happiest pair alive. knowing that (almost) every morning they can wake up beside each other and know how that’s going to be the norm for the rest of their lives makes them more than overjoyed. they were the perfect couple really. they had the same hobbies, interests, music taste, and even the same “controversial” opinions.

except for when the right time was to have a baby.

you’ve wanted to be a mother since you were a little girl. motherhood had been everything to you and you always wanted to love, care, and coddle for a little one and raise them to be successful in life. you probably could’ve had a baby by now, but you refused to be part of the “baby mama” epidemic and have the chance of your child having an absent father because he “wasn’t ready” for a kid, so you spent years waiting for the right person to come along. and that you did. along with a baby, another dream of yours is to have a happy, nondysfunctional family, something you didn’t get to experience when you were younger. in all honesty you were expecting a honeymoon baby, but ni-ki had other plans.

ni-ki shared the same thoughts of wanting to be a father, just on a less grand scale. he wanted to wait till they were married for at least a year. he’s only 26, not to mention still an active idol. while a baby would be nice, he finds himself being the best father when he actually has time for a baby, and that’s just not the case at the moment unfortunately. he wants to fulfill his wife’s wishes more than anything, but now isn’t the time.

you have cried about this to yourself multiple times, trying to convince yourself that a year isn’t that long, but after waiting so long a year feels like an eternity. nevertheless, you respected his wishes and faithfully took your birth control at 12:00pm every day to avoid any “happy accidents.”

but something’s been off lately. ever since ni-ki’s birthday 3 weeks ago you’ve felt sick every morning, have had no energy, and your sense of smell has heightened tremendously. all symptoms of…pregnancy?

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you stared at the developing tests on your bathroom countertop while ni-ki was at an event.

“it’s literally gonna be negative. i take my birth control everyday at the same exact time. i’m probably just sick,” you tried to convince yourself.

after what seemed like forever, all three of your tests were done. you flipped the first one over, pregnant. second one? pregnant. final one, pregnant. you stared in disbelief. excitement and worry filled your head but surprisingly, the worry overcame the excitement. hesitantly, you grabbed your phone and took a picture of the 3 tests. just as you were going to send them to your husband, you decided against it. telling him in person would be better right…? you continued to throw one away in the trash can and pile tissue on top of it, and hid the other 2 somewhere in the guest room neither of you use let alone go in.

after crying for close to 20 minutes you received a text from ni-ki stating that he was on the way back home. so instead of letting the guilt eat you from the inside out, you decided to make dinner since it was already so late in the day. maybe telling him the news over food would lessen how mad he would be?

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ni-ki walked into the kitchen to see 2 plates of dinner on either side of the table and you washing your hands. he sat his stuff down gently and snuck his arms around your waist.

“i’m home baby. dinner looks delicious,” he whispered in your ear.

he couldn’t help but notice how tense you were once he touched you, which was completely out of the ordinary.

“hey,” you replied quietly while drying your hands.

ni-ki turned you around to face him, concern written on his face. “is everything alright?”

you perked up upon seeing his expression, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his chin. “yes everything is perfectly fine my love! let’s go eat i’m starving.”

ni-ki was still curious about the sudden change in behavior, but he decided to leave it alone as you ate.

“so, how was work?” you asked before taking a bite of tofu fried rice.

“fine, nothing new. just practicing for the upcoming album and tour. but i’m excited for this new album, crazy to think it’ll be the last one for a while,” ni-ki responded.

“i’m excited too. i always love hearing the new music you guys come out with. i think i’m even more excited though for you to finally catch a break. you always work so hard, you deserve every ounce of rest.”

ni-ki smiled at your words, you always knew how to make him feel appreciated. “thanks hon, plus, i’ll get to spend more time with you. and i can finally give you the little girl you’ve always wanted. just a little while longer. but anyways, how was your day?”

your stomach turned. you weren’t sure if it was because the food you made was making you nauseous or because of what your husband just said, most likely both.

“oh! my day! my day was cool. you know, same old same old. wake up, brush my teeth, send you off to work, make breakfast, go work out, take a nap, nothing crazy nothing crazy.”

ni-ki tilted his head, “really? normally you have some sort of highlight to give me. you didn’t find a new fun fact on some random subject you think i should know?”

‘if being pregnant was a fun fact and the random subject was our marriage then yes,’ you thought, playing with the corn and peas left over on your plate.

you took a deep breath, here goes nothing.

“well i did find out something… i’m—”

looking into his eyes made you stop in your tracks. you can’t do it yet. not after what he just told you.

“i’m going to the dentist tomorrow! i completely forgot about the appointment i made until i looked at my email. silly me.”

ni-ki didn’t seem convinced at first, looking at you with narrow eyes, about to protest before his phone started ringing.

“this is my mom. hold that thought,” he said, standing up and walking toward the hallway to take the call.

you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding and ran your hands over your face.

“this is going to be way harder than i thought.”

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ni-ki wasn’t stupid. ever since you started getting morning sickness he knew you were pregnant. he was frustrated, but in no way was he mad or angry. ultimately, it was his fault anyway. at first he thought you also didn’t know, until he found the discarded test when he was taking out the trash. that was 2 weeks ago. he waited patiently for you to tell him, but for some reason, you have yet to spill it. he couldn’t even understand why you were hiding it in the first place.

you jolted up from your peaceful sleep because you felt sick again. as far as you knew he still thought you had a “stomach bug,” which technically isn’t a total lie, but it definitely isn’t the full truth. ni-ki stirred next to you, his hand instinctively landing on your thigh. “are you okay?” he asked with his eyes still closed.

“yeah i just—i’ll be right back.” and with that you walked out of your room and ran down the stairs, ending up in the bathroom where you then emptied whatever was in your stomach from dinner earlier that night. after you flushed the toilet and rinsed your mouth out, all you had the energy for was to sit on the floor and hug your knees. you felt awful, whether it was because of your hormones, morning sickness, or the impending guilt from keeping such a big secret from your lover. chances are it was a mix of all three. either way, a knot started to form in your throat till tears eventually started to flow from your eyes. in a way, you felt so…helpless. it was strange, but the fact that you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell ni-ki was eating you alive every second. you were around 4 weeks now at this point. your first month out of nine was basically over and the baby’s dad still doesn’t know (to your knowledge). you were going to have to tell him eventually, but the fear that he would get angry and mad at you was overwhelming. your main concern is that he would accuse you of not taking your pills on purpose just so you could “trap him” with a baby. that couldn’t be further from the truth.

drowning in your own thoughts and tears, you didn’t even notice ni-ki come into the bathroom. he knelt beside you, rubbing small circles into your back.

“hey, it’s okay. i’m here,” he said calmly, almost in a whisper. hearing his voice couldn’t even soothe you right now, bad thoughts currently overflowing your mind.

you lifted your head, facing ni-ki’s eyes before quickly looking down. his heart broke at the sight, especially because he knew what this was about.

“what’s bothering you love? are you still sick?” he wiped your tears with his thumbs, planting a small kiss on your nose in the process.

you sniffled, still refusing to look in his eyes, “something like that,” you responded in such a quiet voice he almost didn’t hear you.

“hey, look at me.” he told you, his tone slightly changing to be more firm, yet still in that comforting cadence you needed. “you can tell me.”

except you literally couldn’t. every time you’ve tried to tell him before you couldn’t get past the “i’m” part of “i’m pregnant.” you felt bad. so bad. he’s your husband, the man you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. you were bound to have kids anyway, so what’s the harm in getting a head start? but at the same time, what if a head start is exactly what could be the demise of this partnership?

you looked into his eyes, full of worry and fear. “i can’t.”

you could feel the tears starting to build back up, but before they could even spill, ni-ki spoke again.

“yes you can love. whatever it is, i won’t get mad.” he gave you a small smile of support.

“you promise?” you asked one last time, ready to get this conversation over with, no matter the outcome.

“promise,” he said, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

you took a deep breath, collecting yourself and squeezing your eyes shut. “i’m pregnant.”

ni-ki hugged you immediately, cradling your head as you cried on his shoulder once more. hearing you cry almost made him start crying, but he pulled himself together quickly. he just let you cry until you couldn’t anymore.

“i’m sorry,” you choked out, your sobs returning to little sniffles and hiccups.

ni-ki rested his forehead on yours. “there’s absolutely nothing to be sorry about my love. nothing. okay? things happen, and i don’t think you did anything deceptive to influence this. don’t worry about it alright? it was my fault anyway. i got carried away.”

you locked eyes with your husband, feeling a heavy weight lift off your shoulder. not only did you finally tell him, but he also wasn’t mean about it either. even through all of your overthinking, you knew he wouldn’t be—he wasn’t that type of guy. ni-ki lives by “everything happens for a reason” and this was certainly no exception. he smiled at you, not breaking eye contact for a second while he was softly stroking your hair.

you returned the smile, “thanks for not yelling at me.”

“honey i could never. i would never. how could you even think that?”

“because, you made yourself clear. no baby till you had more time, and i just, thought you would be mad.”

ni-ki held your cheek and gave you a gentle peck on the lips, “i get it. but to be honest baby, i already knew.”

your eyes widened, “what do you mean you knew?”

ni-ki sighed, “i found the test in the trash 2 weeks ago. i just wanted you to be able to tell me yourself. i’ve just been patiently waiting.”

you felt bad once again, he’s been waiting for 2 whole weeks and you just didn’t say anything.

“i’m—”

“don’t be sorry. seriously. i understand it’s a big step in our relationship and you were genuinely worried. let me take that worry away from you. my love, i never want you to be afraid of telling me something so serious because i might get mad. i don’t want you to fear me, i want you to trust me. in our 5 years of being together, i have never raised my voice at you, i don’t plan on ever doing so. always come to me when you need anything. i mean it. you’re my wife now, and i wouldn’t change that for the world. i’m aware that this was an unexpected skip in our journey, but know that i will be here every step of the way, even when i’m not physically with you. disrupt me at work, make me wake up at 4 in the morning to get you ice cream, do whatever, and i truly mean whatever, to make this pregnancy go as smooth as possible. you both will always be my first priority, no matter what i’m doing, okay?”

he hugged you once more and whispered in your ear, “i love you more than anything my darling, and i’m beyond grateful to be your forever companion. our baby is so blessed to have a mother like you.”

you kissed his neck, “i love you so much more kiki. i’m so lucky you chose me. a life without you is one i wouldn’t dare be a part of.”

in one swift motion, ni-ki picked you up to put you on the bathroom counter and kissed your lips—not a kiss of hunger or lust, but a kiss of pure love and adoration for each other that secured the fact that

everything will be just fine

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