#and if youre wondering no i never tested shit all on different screens and i def did not understand positioning

[icewindandboringhorror]

Everytime I face a new character limit on a website that didn't have them before/used to have really long ones... AUGHHhhh the modern social media world was not made for people like me (lovers of details, rambling, elaboration, thorough explanation, and nuance)

[elftwink]

am currently working on a neocities site (which i cannot give you the url for yet because im working on the css still and there's no content also it looks ugly still) and oh man does it take me back to ye olde days of custom theme editing on here. i still use a custom theme obvs but back in like 2014/2015ish when i was really into indie rp custom themes were all the rage and you would spend hours editing some character specific image for your bg and then another several hours trying to make the css line up with your image (never at any point did i attempt to actually like. learn html or css. i just read other people's theme codes and edited the parts i could understand and solved problems as they arose. i distinctly remember one time i was using a base that had two sidebars and i only wanted one and deleting the section broke the theme in disastrous ways [bc i had no idea what i was doing] so i literally just made all the elements in the sidebar transparent and moved them off the screen LMAO. the best i ever got was moving from fully built custom themes that i edited to base themes that i built off of)

anyway while im slightly better now (im even reading tutorials! am i following them? sorry i have to go i think someones calling me) i am using a layout builder to build the homepage so it is even more reminding me of mid-2010s tumblr. much like building off a base theme, and definitely easier to understand than tumblr theme building (this time i at least know what all the different pieces of code are doing, even when im not sure how or why, or how to duplicate the effect under slightly different circumstances. but progress is progress!).

a good but annoying thing about the layout that im using is that i havent actually edited the site wide stylesheet, just used internal css on that one page, so when i go to make literally any other page i'll have to start from scratch. this is good because i am learning a lot and i think without doing it this way i would end up with a bunch of useless stuff in the stylesheet that really should be page-specific that i would have to correct with internal or inline css later. annoying because what do you mean i have to make decisions about the sizing and positions of the content? i literally just did that

also im kind of nervous to touch the general stylesheet because im pretty sure what i'll actually want to do is have a couple of stylesheets for different 'sections' of the website, to maintain cohesion between pages of the 'same' type but still allow a lot of fun customization on a per-page basis, but that requires deciding what 'sections' i want on the website and that is a whole other can of worms. but also you can't start without starting so i should probably just try to build a really simple layout and go from there (after all, if it sucks, it's not like i can't just create a new stylesheet, or do the css for each page independently until i hit a groove that's actually worth moving to the stylesheet). but also first i have to finish this goddamn homepage. which means i gotta find a header image that doesn't look ugly as shit

[glorismorningstar]

PREGNANT

A/N: thanks for the request anon, can't wait to receive more <3 part 2 is out here

Pairing: Vox x fem!angel!reader

Summary: Vox is about to be a father, and the mother of the child is an angel.

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Around the end of the third trimester, VOX is all over the place trying to make you feel comfortable

He does everything in his power to take time off work and be with you

Before he used to ask Velvette to drop by on you once in a while because she was certainly less busy than him

Ever since he had noticed your baby bump shaped a little different than usual, he had been trying his best to fit in time with you in his jam-packed schedule

The way your belly was round at the upper and lower swell, but had four edges and was flat at the front made it clear that the child had inherited his technological head

While he was absolutely over the moon, you were flipping out, wondering however in the nine rings you were going to give birth to a flat screen TV

As he empathized with your distress, he did whatever he could to help you feel better

He made whatever compromise with Heaven he possibly could to let you stay with him and the Vees until further notice

Vox made an agreement with Velvette to keep Valentino away from you, he didn't want you or his future child anywhere near his colleague's filth

Of course she agreed, Val and his obscenities wouldn't even breathe the same air as you as long as she or Vox were around

Time seemed to fly by so fast, in his eyes it felt like yesterday you were showing him the pregnancy test, and now you're in labour

"Vox... I- I think I'm having a contraction..."

He immediately drops whatever it is he's doing and rushes to your side, screen lagging and stuttering as he tried to get his shit together

On the way to the hospital he lets you clench his hand as hard as you need, somehow he comprehends that you're feeling a pain that no man will ever experience

As you're taken to the delivery room, he can't find it in himself to leave your side

He holds your hand while you attempt pushing, clearly in vain

It was physically impossible to push the screen through your cervix, the only thing visible being the tiniest glimpse of the edge of the screen

But through all your attempts to push the baby out, you grip his hand a little too hard and accidentally bruised the bones in his hand

While you're whisked away for the C-section, Vox gets a scan of his hand to make sure nothing's fractured

When it's finally okay for him to see you and the baby, he rushes in and absolutely showers you in affection and praise

"You're wonderful, darling. You did so good, I'm so proud of you."

"If it's possible, I think I love you even more right now."

"Do you understand how strong and amazing you are?"

You just giggle, exhausted, and let your head fall to his shoulder, allowing him to brush stray curls away from your sweaty forehead

"You want to meet your daughter?"

"Of course I do, darling- oh, it's a girl?"

His heart is almost exploding, especially when the little girl is handed to him, cocooned into a fluffy blanket

He's almost scared to pick her up, not wanting to cause any harm to his child

"She's so beautiful..." he whispers, smiling down at the tiny baby

"Of course she is, she's all you." You reply, gazing up at him with utter admiration

He presses a loving kiss to your forehead at the comment, moved by your affection for him

"What do you want to name her?" He asks.

"Pixel."

You had come up with the name a little while after your baby bump grew screen-shaped

Vox adores it

While raising Pixel, he's still dead set on protecting her from Val

Him and his special movies had their own place in the world, and he sure as hell knew it wasn't anywhere near his daughter

Heaven allows you a few more months of maternity leave, which had even surprised Emily

They never took kindly to angels even associating with demons, imagine being impregnated by one

But regardless, you don't pry, opting to spend the time you had left with Pixel and Vox rather than wondering to what degree you're valuable to Heaven for them to grant you such an exception

He finally has his own little family, and he's going to do everything in his power to protect it

[fuctacles]

For @steddielovemonth day 12th prompt by @acasualcrossfade

M | 1383 | cw: trans pregnancy | modern AU, ftmEddie

Steve wakes up and does the first logical thing that all people do. Checks his phone.

He blinks at the bright screen trying to decipher his notifications and sighs when he realizes the group chat is flooded with messages. It’s nothing new, although it never hit 99+ before. He scrolls up to catch up with whatever his friends have been up to at night. Wonders if he’s the only one that uses nighttime for rest.

He’s groggy with sleep and as he passes through the chat log, he’s struggling to make sense of the messages he’s seeing.

>>How about a gender-neutral one?

>>I vote Elrond!

>>WHO’S GONNA BE THE GODPARENTS

He scrolls and scrolls and finally reaches The Photo. And things, unfortunately, start to make sense. 

It’s a photo of a pregnancy test.

He immediately goes to his chat with Eddie. Tries to type a message, fails, and hits the call button. It takes a considerable amount of time for Eddie to pick up.

“The fuck do you want?” he growls upon answering, voice thick and distant. Steve clearly just woke him up but he couldn’t give two shits about it right now.

“Why didn’t you tell me first? Wait, is it not mine? No, wait, you can tell whoever you want, of course, but, is it mine?”

“What?” Eddie sounds tired and angry which, fair, it’s 7 AM, not his usual waking hour.

“We skipped the condom a couple of times, but you said it’s not possible, not with all the hormones you’re taking. I’m not mad, I’m not panicking, I just need to know.” Okay, maybe he was panicking a bit, but not bad panicking. It’s just not something he’s prepared for. Is he ready to be a dad? Would Eddie want him to be the dad? Would Eddie want to be a dad? Would he even want to—?

“Shit, fuck, do you want it? Are you okay with your body doing… this? Are you okay?”

“Okay, deep breath, please.” Eddie sounds much more awake now and Steve follows his instruction, anxiously awaiting answers. “I’m not okay; I feel, frankly, betrayed by my body, but I think we’re talking about two different things. Why did you call me? So early, may I add?”

Eddie’s calm. So Steve can be as well. He breathes in and out.

“I saw the group chat. The photo?” He bites his lip. Maybe Eddie hoped he wouldn’t see it at all?

“What? Hold on.”

Steve holds, listening to the shuffling on the other end. He hears the springs on Eddie’s bed creak and thinks it’s finally time to get him a new mattress. Or, if Eddie is up to it, move in together.

He flinches when the soft shuffling of the bedspread is broken by a loud snort, followed by manic laughter. 

Wasn’t it too early for mood swings?

“Stevie, baby,” Eddie finally wheezes out.

“Yes?” He perks up, eager for answers and hopeful from hearing the pet name. 

“Please put on your glasses and look at the photo again,” is all Eddie says, before bursting back into laughter. 

Steve frowns but reaches for his glasses, resting on their usual spot on his bedside table. Once secured on his nose, he opens the chat again and goes straight to the media folder to open the photo in question. He squints his eyes at it.

It’s a covid test, clear as day.

“You’re not pregnant,” he deadpans.

“Nope. Just good old corona.”

“Shit.”

Steve falls on his pillow, completely drained from the emotional rollercoaster. He thinks about calling in sick. He’s too humiliated to show his face to the world and, besides, how is he supposed to teach kids when he’s such a dumb idiot himself?

“And, for the record,” Eddie continues once his chuckles subside, unaware of Steve’s inner turmoil. “I would tell you first, and it would be yours. It’s just been you for a while and I’ve never fucked without a condom before.”

Steve did not know that. He slaps a hand over his mouth so no embarrassing sounds come out at the revelation.

“But yeah, it wouldn’t be possible on my current hormone cocktail. And I don’t think I’d ever be prepared for a little alien growing inside me. It’s one thing to say fuck gender norms for one day and wear a dress and another to completely overturn my body’s ecosystem for a year, maybe more, without turning back.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods because that’s all he can do. He knows a lot about Eddie’s body by this point, but possible pregnancy is not something that comes up in daily conversations.

“Besides, I’ve been talking with my doctors about getting an oophorectomy, so that will be off the table soon anyway.”

Steve frowns, not liking the sound of that but not wanting to assume anything. Again.

“What’s that?” he asks instead.

“Ovaries removal,” Eddie answers easily. “So the hormones they produce don’t fuck with my T shots.”

“Huh.” It will never cease to both anger and amaze Steve how much trans people have to go through to be themselves. “Makes sense, I guess.”

“Mhm. How are you feeling?”

Steve frowns at his ceiling.

“Me? You’re the one with covid.” The fact suddenly, finally, sinks in. “Shit, how long will you be quarantined?”

“Just a week, don’t worry. But I’m asking because you kind of deflated there.”

Steve huffs. 

“My boyfriend has covid, of course I’m—”

“No, I mean, are you disappointed you didn’t put a baby in me?”

Steve chokes on saliva and air, and has to sit up on his bed to take a proper breath.

“Eddie,” he wheezes out in a warning, his face going beet red.

“Are you?” he presses.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Open cards, baby. It’s not on the table, but I won’t be mad if you want it.”

Steve sighs. He worries this kind of thing might break their relationship. It was a topic he avoided, not only with Eddie, but with others he dated before him. Not many people their age are ready for kids talk, for a commitment like that.

“Yeah. Sorry.” Sorry if it’s a deal breaker.

“Don’t be sorry. Nothing bad about wanting to knock up your boyfriend.”

“Eddie.” This time his warning comes with an amused breath.

“What? Just because I won’t do it doesn’t mean I can’t play along.” He can hear him smirk from the other end of town where Eddie’s apartment is. “It’s no condom town, baby, from now on. I want all your cum inside, pushing it deeper with your fingers when you pull out. I’ll keep it inside while we watch TV. And then we’ll go again and again until it catches. Until you give me the baby you want so much.”

Steve whines, eyes closed and imagination running wild.

“Shit, I’m so wet. Didn’t know I have a breeding kink. Huh.”

“Jesus Christ Eddie, you can’t do this to me at the beginning of your quarantine!”

“Well, you’re the one who brought up kids! Which, I think we should have a serious talk about once I’m back in the world.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, and presses his eyes closed with resignation. He should have seen it coming. He loves Eddie, which is exactly why he’s been avoiding the topic of a future together, of kids, of a family.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve been holding back but I think I’m ready to make this serious if you are.”

Steve makes a sound. Questioning and confused because it’s all he can give him now.

“I know it’s a long shot, but we could adopt, or find a surrogate. I can wear a belly if it does it for you? Dunno, we’ll figure something out. If you want to, of course.” He’s rambling, which is a sure sign that he’s being sincere.

“I want to,” Steve assures him quickly. He is so relieved, so excited and full of love, that he’s about to cry. “I love you so much.” And there it is, his voice is already shaking, eyes wet.

“I love you too, baby,” Eddie coos back. “Now, can we get back to the horny part? I know you have to get up for work soon.”

Steve laughs at that, hand promptly sliding down his body.

“Yeah, let’s.” 

[dami-is-delusional]

Fighting or Flirting?: A Series of Confusing Events (seriously. someone stop them.) - Steve Rogers x ExHydra!Male!Reader

Summary: You used to be an experiment, curated by Hydra to be a living weapon. Somewhere along the line, SHIELD saved you and decided to place you with the Avengers. As the superficial leader, Steve Rogers tried his best to welcome you. Somehow it all went downhill from there... until it didn't!

(enemies to lovers, might not be the most accurate Steve, my second fic ever so i apologize in advance.)

PART ONE: Introduction

You remembered the exact day that SHIELD freed you from your "room" (even prisoners had better facilities). It was an odd sort of feeling. You had been at HYDRA for so long that most of the staff were almost kind to you. You made small talk to them while they ran their tests. You almost couldn't remember what life was like on the outside. So when a bunch of SHIELD agents broke down the door to your room and found you reading a comic book, you just shrugged. You went with them and did as they said. It was weird, hearing them talk so softly and act so gently. You wondered if this is what normal people were like. They took you to SHIELD's main facility and assessed you. They figured out your powers and realized that you were a bit different from the other HYDRA experiments. You had managed to not go insane (which was debatable if they had asked you) by retaining your absolute "no shits to give" attitude. It baffled them but they couldn't really complain. It meant they had one less Bucky Barnes to deal with...

After about half a year of living and working with SHIELD, Nick Fury called you down to his office. You made your way there, ignoring the looks that always seemed to linger on your skin. You knew that people still thought of you as an experiment. You didn't care much, you hated socialization anyways. You also knew that they were wary of your powers, which was understandable. Your powers consisted of the ability to steal the energy of those around you. The energy you stole could then be transformed into your own energy that you could use to fight. You never knew how to explain it since you never bothered to listen to all the scientists yapping for hours about your abilities. But self exposition aside, you finally found yourself in Fury's office. Never being one to follow social cues, you waltzed in there carelessly.

Fury, irritated with your manners but too tired to say anything, looked up from his screens.

"Hello Y/N, thank you for coming." Fury began as he watched you mindlessly look around his office. "I know you have the attention span of a two year old on a sugar high, so I'll keep this short. You will become an addition to the Avengers."

At that, you paused in your internal critique of his interior design choices. You processed what he said and your face contorted into what could be described as disgust.

"Me? You want me to join the Avengers? As in, a team??" you looked at Fury as if he had gotten brain damage from the fumes of bullshit he dealt with everyday. Fury just rolled his eyes and quickly counted to ten in his head.

"Yes to all of that. We think you would be a great addition. We did it for Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. SHIELD agents seem to do really well with the Avengers. And plus, didn't you say you wanted to try and do some good for the world?" Fury asked, looking at the ex-HYDRA soldier pointedly. you simply shrugged.

"I just said that because my favourite comics showed cool heroes. Also, I was hoping for more of a 'vigilante' kind of gig. I don't really do... teams," you explained, talking about teams in the same way one would talk about a piece of gum on their shoe.

"Well isn't that too bad." Fury looked at you with a deadpan expression. "The decision has already been made. Pack whatever you need, someone will drop you off at the Avengers tower tomorrow morning."

You tried to protest but immediately shut up when you saw his face. You walked out of Fury's office backwards with an awkward, tight-lipped smile. Not like you were scared of him or anything. And it definitely wasn't because you saw him reach for his gun. Nope, Y/N was not scared of anything.

[winters-hysteria]

basically tony gives reader something that takes away their control over their body and makes them follow orders (experiment, it was consensual and reader offered). then they see a package that says "so good it'll make you want to dance on the roof" so they do. on of one of the tallest buildings in the city. so basically they're up there dancing and everyone's below them freaking out

"here you go, kid." tony handed bruce and i the drink with the "control juice" mixed in. he was testing it to see if he could actually control someone. i took it from him and gulped it down, shivering at the cold. bruce sipped his cautiously, wondering if it really worked.

"yeesh, next time don't make it quite so icy, tin man."

"speak for yourself kid, ice is nice." he paused, thinking. "hey! ice, nice, that rhymes!" he earned a snort from thor at the stupid dad joke, and turned to me grinning. "how ya feel?"

i rolled my eyes at him, then looked at my arms. "i don't feel any different than i did two minutes ago." i sniffled, looking at him. "i'm gonna go to the store and grab some costanzo rolls since-- *AHEM* --BUCKY didn't get any even though it was written on his arm."

"(Y/N)! i'm sorry! jesus!" the ex-assassin gave me a playful half-lidded glare, licking his lips at me.

"iM sOrRy, JeSuS!!" i retorted, hiding the soft blush that dusted my cheeks. "i'll be right back. steve, rhodey, you got babysitting duty." i snorted, hearing tony's noise of distress and steve's noise of protest. "i'll be back in twenty."

"yeah yeah, just hurry." i grabbed my sweatshirt (it was really bucky's, but i steal everyone's stuff if it fits me.) i threw on my cons and opened the door, heading out into the brightly lit, bustling city. "how can a place be so busy at night?" i wondered to myself.

i found the grocery store pretty easily. it wasn't too far away from avengers tower, and it was a small store, comfortable and safe. i quickly made my way to the rolls, picking up two bags. i turned to browse the other aisles for perhaps some chips, or a different snack, when it hit me. and it hit me hard.

all the sudden, i was on the inside looking out. i couldn't control my own hands, dropping the bags of rolls i held in each. i mentally panicked, but it didn't seem to do anything to my body. i moved through the aisles, looking for my next command, when i saw a box with a slogan that said "so good it'll make you want to dance on the roof!"

that seemed like a good idea.

back at the compound, steve started to get worried. "why are they taking so long? it's been almost an hour."

"not sure cap, but i think they'll be okay. my kid after all. knows how to fight for themselves." tony was tinkering with a little robot he'd made to wake (Y/N) up in the morning because it was so hard to.

"you know, i think your 'control juice' works, tony. bruce has been sitting here for a while, right after i told him to. that's not normal." nat's voice floated in from the other room, striking anxiety into tony's heart. "rhodey! turn on the news! (Y/N) is apparently on it."

rhodey grabbed the remote and turned the living room tv on, then tossed the remote to nat. "there you go."

on the screen was a live feed of a person dancing on a roof. a roof of a really tall building, and they were dancing right at the edge of it. "tonight we bring you the avenger's (Y/N), who seems to have lost their mind." the news reporter's voice faded out as tony focused in on the way they were dancing. "...we are trying to bring them down. more at 11."

"holy shit." steve whispered.

every single person in the room except for bruce looked at him and said "language!"

"oh my god, you guys are never gonna let that go." tony shook his head in response, and looked around the room. "we gotta go get my kid."

(your pov)

i was panicking. my body moved like water, landing in all the right steps, but i held so much fear that i would fall. i could see red and blue lights flashing beneath me, their spotlight trained on me, but i couldn't stop moving. i wished that someone would come save me. i pulled myself into a backbend, feeling my spine pop every time i moved further. i cried out in mental pain, my body jolting. i immediately went limp, realising the effects of the juice were wearing off, but i could end up falling if i didn't just let it happen.

then something slammed into me a lot harder than i would've liked and i screamed. i heard sam's voice in my ear though, telling me it's just him, and felt relief flood through my veins. "holy shit sam, i can't move my legs."

"i know! the control juice works!" he yelled, finally landing on the ground outside the compound. i fell to my knees, right in front of bucky. he laughed.

"didn't know ya wanted it that bad, doll."

i groaned at him, rolling my eyes and taking sam's outstretched hand to help myself up. "uh-huh, you wish."

"i do, but we can all dream, huh."

"BUCKY!" i shrieked, laughing. "you can't just say that!"

"alright doll. but let's get you inside, your dad's having a coronary worrying about you."

"okay!" i replied. we went back inside. i was safe, and i could control my body again. now i just had to watch out for my dad's drinks.

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

So since the person bloked me I have to do this here ...

Wow, holy shit, no one assumed anything about you.

No because this is not an assumption:

What you are describing sounds like a Urinary Tract Infection or kidney infection (pyelonephritis).

-> assumes I was the perosn having issues with the kidney

-> assumes that he knows better what I am talking about

I’m sorry a doctor missed your infection, but this is different than kidney failure.

-> same assumptions

Next time, if you feel you have a kidney infection, try to ask for cultures or unusual cultures.

-> assumption that it is about me

No clear indication that he is no longer talking to me so this may or may not be about me

Also, if you ever do have very serious symptoms that may be potentially life or death, like if a doctor finds evidence of organ failure, I urge you to inform a doctor you use/abuse drugs.

-> assumes I take drugs. I WISH, because I have to endure this bulshit sober for medical reasons an it is realy strting to eat at me

You may be cut off but if you desire to continue using, you will be able to find drugs again.

-> assumes I am taking drugs

Doctors frequently run drug screens without your knowledge as well. When organ failure or serious symptoms are present, doctors will frequently run a basic drug panel, which will pick up on common drugs of abuse if there was recent abuse. They can also sample your hair to backtrack drug use. They often don’t get your consent or tell you because they DO understand addicts do not tell them.

-> assumes I take drugs

-> assumes a doctor whould do a drug test, considering that without my consent my insurance does not pay for it so the doc has to pay out of pocket ... no very likely ...

I do not want people thinking infections are on the same level as organ failure, and that most doctors would just simply miss, and continue to miss, something as serious as organ failure.

-> assumption that you know for a fact that the person I was talking about did not in fact have kidney failure based on your diagnose doctor foxesduringwartime ...

I already have seen all the research you linked. Thanks, I’m 30+ years old and have been doing activism in the real world for years, saving real lives, not ranting angrily on social media.

-> assumption about what I do and do not do off social media

This is very weird for you to come on my post and offer support for drug addicts, then flip out because someone thought you might be one!

-> Assumtipn that my anger was about being taken for an addict instead of beeing angry about you doctor foxesduringwartime explaining my and my aquaintances medical history to me without any detailled knowledge ...

Let's see what did you write?

Not all doctors are quacks, and the ones who tend not to believe you, in my experience, are the ones most likely to suspect drug use and addiction. It is not uncommon for that to be the reason why they are skeptical over your symptoms.

You said: It is not uncommon for that (aka the assumed drug use) to be the reason why they are skeptical over your symptoms.

-> assumption: drug use

-> assumption doctor is justefied in beeing sceptical about sympoms (mine or other peoples) which no, they are never justefied to be neglectfull because of drug use or assumed drug use

-> assumption doctor did nothing wrong

And the realyl funny thing is ... while I was explodog over another arrogant man thinking he knows better I was wondering "will this be missconstrued?"

But I was dumb enough to assume that someone that can diagnose things not just through a screen but aso backwards through time has enough reading comprehension to understand whta made me so angyr ... my bad ...

If it isn’t clear, I don’t judge addicts, but you apparently do!

-> assumption that my anger was becasue I give a rats ass about your opinion of me. I react very volatil to people explaining the medical history of me or my loved ones or my aquaintances to me, especiall if they have no business doing so. Becuse that is exactly the kind of arogant know it all that has almost killed me more then once ... The very assumption without any blood work or anything that just looking at me will tell you all you need to know

I have experienced not being believed, and have almost died, I am also a trans man who was pre-transition and in the closet most of my life, so I have experienced misogynistic medical and psychiatric abuse. I am literally on disability.

Good for you?

So the system worked for you, small wonder that you are so busy licking boots.

But you can not use your anecdotal experiences to declare that doctors, on average, would miss organ failure, especially for radically different situations and contexts.

No but you can use your anecdotal effidence, if I may quote: "In my experience" ...

You write:

in my experience, are the ones most likely to suspect drug use and addiction. It is not uncommon for that to be the reason why they are skeptical over your symptoms.

-> assumption: It is my fault because I am an addict. ... but you don't judge addicts ... sure ...

Maybe they don’t believe you because you act like this!

-> assumption a) I act like this wenn I am sick and in need of help

-> assumption b) I was born with this attitude and have never been acting different in my live

-> assumption it was my fault that doctors treat me like garbage and don't take me serious

I used to be very sweet and trusting and calm and believed that doctors on average are tyring to help ...

Which got me almost killed ...

Now that I controll after them, tell them in no uncertain terms, wenn they are making mistakes, or are just categorically wrong and generally treat them like my worst enemy they actually have started to take me serious ...

Sorry, but this has nothing to do with you being a woman,

-> assumption: Where exactly did I write that this is because of gender?

this is a genuine overreaction.

O.K?

Mister "I blocked you less then 5 minutes after you answered"

Meaning I doupt that you really had enough time to read what I wrote.

But that explains your reading comprehension XD Or lack therof ...

If denying that this isn’t irrational behaviour helps though, then go for it!

-> assumption: about what my reaction might potentially be

Again you blocked me, you have no idea what my answer is ...

BTW. you blocked me immidiately after you reblogged, which means I would normally not even have seen your barage of lies, assumptions, accusations, schoolyard taunts and moving the goal post ...

Makes me wonder for whome this answer was meant because it clearly wasn't me ...

But I digress ... nice schoolyard taunt ...

It's like saying someone talks to much and then se ethem squirm becasue either you defend yourself proofing the point or you don't say anything seemingly agreeing ...

Your good at this ... are you a professional bully?

You started to literally scream at me and got oh so upset I thought you were one of them evil junkies.

-> assumption Again, I got upset beacsue you said:

Not all doctors are quacks, and the ones who tend not to believe you, in my experience, are the ones most likely to suspect drug use and addiction. It is not uncommon for that to be the reason why they are skeptical over your symptoms.

-> I dodn't care if anyone thinks I am taking drugs, I do however care if my doctor refuses to move his ass becasue he thinks he has me all figured out and that my problem is that I take stuff I shouldn't or don't take stuff I should ... because again, that attitude is pretty leathal ...

Big text doesn’t make your point better, and you aren’t “schooling” me.

-> assumption I am wasting my time on you to teach you anything.

I wouldn't teach you how to breath if you where chocking <3

Get a grip and go fuck yourself.

Wowi ... someone is totally not overacting here ...

Get off my posts too

Ahm ... this is tumblr you will have to deal with the fact that people will see your posts and add something unless you just block everyone and use this as a diary. I mean it's not liek I came on to your blog, I rebloged from someone else. but never mind I already noticed that reeding comprehension is not your strong point. Which is fine ... I am dyslexic ... I understand that reading is sometimes super duper hard

if you have this egocentric mentality and don’t actually care about addicts,

-> assumption based on lacking reading comprehension

-> at least you didn't use narcissistic ... it's teh small things ...

just wanted to whine about your own problems.

How is this whining about my own problems:

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i knew an addict who had *kidney failure* from amphetamines and he still would not stop.

This is exactly the reason why we need to make drugs legall and normal

So you can go to your doctor (if you dodn't live in america that is ... ) and be like, hey I take drug A and my kidneys are not doing so hot, there might be a connection

Because if your kidneys are not doing so hot and you can't tell your doctor a reason he willrefuse to believe you, because doctors are incompetent quacks that are already overwhelmed and out of their depth if they have to diagnose something as rare and complicated as Streptococcus ...

But if that drug is illigal you will not go because you dodn't want to get in trouble with the law and maybe the kidney will cure itself ...

It won't ...

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You dear doctor foxesduringwartime where the one that missed the point and made this about me ... but never mind ... as a doctor you of course know best doctor foxesduringwartime ...

Make your own text posts, thanks!

-> assumption that I do not in fact write way to long posts on my own blog ...

So those are about 25 assumptions give or take you made in two posts ...

That's a lot considering that you claim you made NO assumptions ...

You know, I am glad you blocked me, so I dodn't accidentally bump in to you, I would hate to have to remember your name ...

How to end this?

Ah ...

According to the World Health Organization (WHO), an estimated 2.6 million people die each year due to medical errors worldwide.

So yeah, assume your doctor is a quack and doesen't give a shit about you ... and if you are wrong, lean back and enjoy the rare experience of being taken care of by a professional ...

[zhnnveuxpasdrmir]

the concept of "supernatural" is a christian invention. It's to demonstrate the difference between you doing something, and God doing something.

investigate the possibility that nothing is supernatural

In the 70s "paranormal" was floated as a way to talk about things that didn't have an explanation; since then it's been absorbed into the implicitly christian worldview. It now means the same thing as "supernatural" - demons, aliens, ghosts, none of them God.

There are interesting synthetic fusions of super-nature with christianity, "God-given second sight" for instance; ultimately, though,

when I encounter the christianity I feel like I've reached the End of a given line of thought's usefulness. They didn't help out, historically they're a bad sign to me. Maybe that has to do with Satanic Panic 1, which ruined the world of my childhood and claimed the lives of a couple of my good friends back then.

Now that we're in Satanic Panic 2 and I'm all grown & so forth, Christianity en toto is, to me, the most horrific failure of humankind in any history.

It's an enshrinement of malevolence. An ode to sadistic suicide. Christianity is the villain infrastructure, the Church of Child Abuse. The Pulpit of Pollution.

Every bad thing y'all blame on cults is, in fact, a Christian Speçiality, a rule on the books. When you use "cult" to mean "bad" I think of you as one of Them: the Christians. The murderers, the perverts, the pedos, the lowest of the deliberately ineducable low. That's just what the world has taught me. You're looking to be shielded from scrutiny. No one has the luxury of wondering why you do that. Decent people have to assume you're a threat. Decent people have to assume that Christians are a threat and that Christians who pretend not to be Christian are the most dangerous of all. The ones that stomp into the queer kids' center and proclaim it a bastion of ALPHABITS and all good ALPHABITS hate the (xenogender) but love the (misguided young lady) ffmfmmumumuhuhuhuhuhuuhuhhhhhh.

It's not new for 99% of people to think of themselves as "the good ones" while carrying the evilest of Christians' water for them.

Y'all would have horrified me in my youth,

but, I'm wrinkling now, and you're just sad.

What is scary is that you think the words coming out of you are salient. Meaningful. New! The horror of your blunt, basic ignorance, that you're addicted to describing in the most articulate language with all the monomaniacal zeal of an apple-polishing junior monk, points to an inner reality so seemingly devoid of personhood as to provoke the Uncanny Valley.

You're AI. You don't pass the Turing Test. You're running software.

When I catch myself feeling a younger person's anxiety over mindless moralists threatening the future with shit words, I end up being angry at myself, because this was done to you. The agency that did this to you is weaker now than it was when I was your age, and it's rightly terrified. It's sending you to do its pittance of dirty work now: brainless childish neochristian soldier-scout.

When this screen goes dark, you won't have the skills you need to survive.

You've chased everyone with the ability to help you away. You've let all the actually human beings know you're not one of them, and proclaimed yourself Saved already. Most of you have done this without even caring about the god or the savior or any of that shit, you just love the moralism, and the pan-condemnation that never quite seems to take you into account.

I think modern Christianity is low, but Yahashua bin Mary isn't as charitable as I am, in those books. Have you read them? I mean you pretend to have read them…………? :) God loves faggots and anarchists more than He loves you. It's not arguable. Once you claim the name "Christian", it's all over for you. You aren't welcome in safe places, including the House of Your Father. He's ashamed of you. He cries when He looks at you.

[skyfall8600]

Can I request a fluffy Eddie Munson x fem. reader oneshot where it’s Eddie’s Birthday and reader surprises him with a present that has a sonagram photo and a baby onesie and tells Eddie he’s going to be a father?

(I have a special request of what I want the onesie to say, so I will send you a picture of the message I would like on it. ) 🙂❤️

Of course babes.

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Birthday Pictures

Eddie’s 21st birthday was coming up and you wanted it to be epic. With Dustin’s help, you were putting together a massive picture collage full of pictures of Eddie over the last few years. There were a range of types of pictures, school photos, yearbook photos… but many were from you and Dustin randomly capturing pictures of him.

With everything that happened with Vecna, you wanted to capture all the good moments. You never knew when it would suddenly end and everything turned back to hell on earth.

“We cannot use that one.” Dustin said, moving around the photos. He opened up a fresh packet of raisins.

The smell hit you quickly and you instantly felt sick. “Those smell disgusting! How can you eat that?”

He looked at you confusingly, “They smell the same as always.”

You noticed that lately you were noticing a lot more unique smells than usual. Your mother opened up a chocolate bar the other day and you practically gravitated towards it.

After dropping Dustin off at home, you decided to try for a midnight snack. Your body seemed to move before your mind realised what weird combination you put together. Anchovies and peanut butter.

“That’s insanely good, oh my god.” You said to yourself, shoving more into your mouth. You were enjoying every bite, until suddenly, your body disagreed with the combination.

You rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything you just ate. After twenty minutes, you sighed from exhaustion and slumped against the toilet seat unsure of what you did to deserve this. Your eyes wandered around the bathroom and that’s when you noticed something. Something that you hadn’t touched in almost two months now.

“Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit.”

You tried to recall the last few weeks, secretly hoping that maybe you did use them but forgot. But after a few minutes, the last time you remembered having your period was weeks ago.

You were physically numb as you walked over to your phone, dialing the only person who you know would be calm in this situation. “Nancy? Ah, I kinda need a favour…”

She brought you three different brands of pregnancy tests, and a large packet of tissues. She sat with you after you peed on the little sticks and held your hand as you waited for the timer to go off. When it did, you saw three dark positive tests. No faint lines, no negatives.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Nancy asked the following day. You didn’t know how you got the courage to call the doctors so soon after finding out, but it was all you could think about.

You wanted to make sure everything was okay. You wanted this. Sure it wasn’t planned, but the idea of being able to share something so wonderful with Eddie made you certain you wanted it more than anything.

“Yes please, I don’t think I can handle being on my own if they say something is wrong.”

“Nothing will be wrong. I’m sure it’s all fine. Let’s get you some food before you go, your appointments at 1pm yeah?” Nancy asked and you nodded.

All your nerves came back when you were seated in the waiting room. Lots of baby pinks, flowers and fruit decorated every inch of the room. Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long before the doctor called your name.

They asked you basic questions at forced. Then you proceeded to lift up your shirt for the sonogram machine to confirm the pregnancy. You screwed your eyes shut, unable to bring yourself to see the screen out of fear. But all of that floated away when you heard the faintest of heartbreaks echo through the room. Nancy excitedly kissed your forehead as a congratulations but your entire world and focus were on that screen.

Two and a half months pregnant. That’s what the doctor said.

The days that followed went by in a blur. Eddie’s birthday was one day away and you were scared. You wanted to surprise him with the news as an extra birthday gift, but the ‘what if’ was driving you insane.

What if he didn’t want it?

What if you lost it?

What if…. What if….

“You okay love?” Eddie asked, watching you from the other end of the couch. “Thought this was your favourite movie lately.”

“It is, I just… feel really tired. Might go to bed to make sure I’ve got lots of energy for your birthday tomorrow.” You tried saying with a smile, but it was a challenge that he didn’t buy.

“Babe, what’s wrong? You’ve been off all week.” He asked, moving closer to you. “Are you coming down with something? I promise I won’t get mad if I have to spend my birthday looking after you if you're sick.”

His cool rings grazed your forehead as he checked you out. God you loved him.

“I promise I’m fine. Just tired, plus if we sleep the faster you get to open your presents.” He smirked at that, always a sucker for birthday sex as his favourite gift.

You were surprised how well you were able to keep it a secret from him. Once you were sure he was fast asleep, you decided to get over your nerves and place one final photograph in the middle of the collage. You taped the edges of it, allowing for it to be taken off once it’s done it’s purpose. The other surprise, a personalized baby onesie was stashed behind the board. Unsurprisingly, Eddie woke up very early to claim his first gift.

He kissed all alone your face and down your neck, waking you up in the process. “Good morning birthday boy, happy 21st.”

You kissed him passionately.

By the time everyone arrived for the party, Eddie was so engrossed with everyone that he managed to not notice the nerves radiating from your body. Nancy was whispering words of encouragement by your side and you decided it was finally time.

Everyone gathered around giving him small gifts and tokens. Then all eyes landed on you, the last person with a gift still in their hand. You didn’t say a single word as you placed the covered collage in front of him, the onesie now hidden behind Nancy.

“Aw looks amazing! Didn’t think I’d ever have so many photos of me!” Eddie said, his eyes roaming over the different stages of his life. He paused for a moment, looking at the little black and white sonogram photo. “Oh, that looks insanely good quality for a 21 year old photo. Surprised that anyone actually kept it.”

You could hear the sadness in his voice. He thought the baby in the sonogram was him.

“Look at it a bit closer Eddie.” You whispered to him, using your eyes to guide his to see the date that clearly stated the current year.

“It’s recent- why would you-“ the words caught in his mouth and his eyes started to water, “are you saying that- oh my god, is it-“

He was a rambling mess, placing down the collage delicately and moving so his entire body was facing yours. You nodded, extending out your hand to Nancy who gave you the onesie that said ‘Hello Daddy, I can’t wait to meet you’ in black cursive letters.

“I’m pregnant Eddie.”

And with the words finally said, he became a crying mess. Instantly hugging you with all his strength before he remembered the precious cargo you had in your abdomen and he gave you a bit more distance between your bodies.

“I’m gonna be a Dad?”

“Yeah, you are.”

He nodded, his hands rubbing your face before moving down to hold your stomach. “I’m gonna be a dad. I’M GONNA BE A DAD!”

Everyone erupted in cheers and celebrated for the rest of the night.

“Best gift ever.” He said, giving you on final kiss.

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[aphroditedahlias]

Perv shigaraki x reader

READ BEFORE CONTINUING:: Tw // noncon, underlined words contain pictures / videos

Shigaraki is a pervert but what’s new, reader uses female anatomy but i barley pay attention so idk about pronouns.

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He’s been watching you since you came to the League. You cook, clean and do everything with a motherly nature and shigaraki has still found a way to hate you.

He hates you because you ignore his stare at your thighs at you walk around in that thing you call an outfit.

He hates you because no matter how many times he purposely leaves his stained clothes, dirty dishes and trash all over the place you just smile and ask if you can take care of that for him.

So, he decides to test just how far you’ll let him go.

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He waits for you to come home from grocery shopping. When you’re finished putting the food away you go around asking everyone what they want for dinner.

Perfect.

You come into his room and your eyes blow wide, your mouth drops and your scrambling to close the door.

“ oh my gosh oh my gosh im so sorry” you say behind the door, “ I just wanted to ask what you wanted for dinner?” You say.

Shigaraki pretends he can’t hear you over the sound of his balls slapping against his thighs and slosh of his precum allowing him to smoothy jerk his cock. On his tv screen you caught a glimpse of what looked like different pictures of you put into a collage.. but you’re not sure.

“ f-fûck, come in. I can’t h-hear you mmph” he moans

You stand behind the still closed door wondering if you should open it or just opt for making something you know he might like.

“ uhm- n-never mind it’s okay sorry for interrupting I’ll just make you some of what Dabis having” you shout, immediately turning to run for the kitchen.

Dabi watched from around the corner, laughing at the way you were set up. 💀

Hours later, you’ve forgetting about the incedent and you’re on your way to bring shigaraki his food. < I took a guess lmao, I would never eat that raw ass steak but idk about him.>

Once again, you don’t knock.

And shigaraki has is cock out. again.

When he notices you in the doorbway he flashes you a crooked smile, waving you over.

You wearily walk towards his bed setting his plate down on the opposite side of him and try to rush out the door. You don’t get far because shigaraki pulls you to him and flips you so that your under him.

How tf did he move the plate so fast-

You shriek and writhe in his hold, pushing against him in an effort to get off of the many questionable stains in his bed.

“ shit stay still.” He groans.

You still in his hold, not because of what he said, but how he said it.

You look down to see your position caused you to Grind against him, making him moan.

Catching your stare, he laughs

“ what? Never touched a cock before? Cmere”

He takes your shaking hand in his, feeling you resist before lowering a 5th finger down in warning for you to comply.

The resistance breaks.

He hisses at the contact of your soft, still warm hands gently wrapping around his tip.

He looks to see your reaction and your mouth is slightly open and your eyes are focused.

He makes himself twitch in your hand and your eyes blow wide.

“ I-it can do it that?”

He smiles leaning down to kiss you

He nibbles at your lips in order to part your lips and slip his tongue in.

Kissing down your neck, he bunches up your shirt to pull over your tits taking a few seconds to stare.

Noticing he stopped, you look down and try to cover yourself.

“ don’t move” he mumbles against your chest, licking and sucking one nipple into his mouth

You throw your head back and jolt your hips into his, making him moan around you.

He moves his hands down to decay your pants and take off your shirt completely then places his face between your legs, face to face with your clothed cunt.

You can feel his breath hit your wetness before he kisses it and rips the cloth apart.

He licks a stripe starting from your tight hole stopping at your clit to raise the hood and hollow out his cheeks around the bud.

He lets ago, then spits directly onto your hole and flattens his tongue to lick up and down before prodding at it with 1 finger.

He eases it in, looking up to catch your reaction. Your eyebrows are scrunched and you nod at him to let him know you can take more.

Pushing your limits he adds 2 more fingers slowly, while still swirling his tongue around your clit.

He feels you tighten around his fingers, then loosen and it gets easier to slide his fingers in and out.

“ feel good” he asks, peering at you

You open your mouth but the only thing you can manage to get out is a high pitch moan.

He smirks then scissors his fingers to loosen you up, trying to prepare you for him.

After a few minutes of him torturing your g spot, you throb and 3 lines of hot liquid shoot at his face as your legs shake in his arms.

Gently fingering you through your orgasm he slows his pace and kisses up your thighs as he stand up.

He softly jerks his cock, getting it wet with your juices from the previous orgasm. Slowly, he lowers himself onto you and starts to fill you up.

Even with prep, he’s thick enough for the stretch to burn and for your walls to spasm in an effort to accommodate his size.

He pushes your legs up to your chest, and begins a slow pace.

After minutes of slow and soft grinding, he pulls out until his tip is just barley prodding at your quivering hole and he slams back in.

He leans down pressing his chest to wear your legs are and your lips are close enough to feel the hash pant of each-others breath without touching.

“ f- fuck you like that? Been temping me all this time acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. S-shit you like hearing me moan while I cum to pictures of you around the house? Just wanna act like the good little house wife you are yeah?” He says, In between rough kisses

“ N-no! I wasn’t I swear!” You whine

He can barley hear you as he’s focused on the sound of the fast and hard pap of his balls against your ass and the slippery sound of your pussy gushing all over him.

“ shit! Ngh”

“ mm’gunna cum, fuck, say my name, say you wanted this say it right fucking now.” He grunts, rutting his hips faster.

“ no please shigaraki”

He shakes his head at the name, “ no don’t give me that shit, say it right and say it now.

“ I like hearing you cum to me tomura, please, please I wanna f-fuck stop I’m gunna cum again.”

“ Come on finish and I’ll let you cum”

His skin is hot and box voice is raspy. The way he’s pounding into you and his legs are shaking you know you don’t have much time

“Mmm fûck pleSe tomura, I wanna be your little house wife. I love hearing you cum to my pictures.”

“ F- FUCK take it take it take it” he chants into your ears. You feel his hit thick cum spurt into you as you cum and spams around him.

He lowers your legs to be out around his waist and silently ticks his face into your neck, guiding your hands to rub at his back.

He falls asleep peacefully, as tears run down your face, knowing you’re not on birth control.

You said you wanted to be his house wife right? Being a stay at home mom won’t make much of a difference.

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This trope should not EVER be played out in real life if someone rests your boundaries like this please try as hard as you can to protect yourself. NO MEANS NO DO NOT TOUCH PEOPLE WITHOUT CONSENT.

I’m this case Bcs it’s fictional from my brain it’s a I want him kinda situation but I want him to come to me type thing yk? Ok bye

Do NOT, steal, rewrite/ edit, or take credit for my work without my permission.

Reblogs are always welcome 💜💚💜

I am a new writer so please leave constructive criticism 😗

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[albakore]

Office Adventures

Synopsis: (office!au) Sometimes Kaeya’s ideas can be brilliant. Other times you wonder how this man even made it this far in life. This time, however, the outcome is a little different than you expect…

Characters (together): Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma/Tohma, Childe, and Zhongli (fem!reader)

Warnings: not sfw (18+), like pure unadulterated filth. public-ish sex, voyeurism, unprotected sex, vibrator, masturbation, Diluc fucking you while everyone else watches because i am Diluc’s whore before i am human,

part 2

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It felt so downright perverted to be acting this way. You tried your hardest to stay focused on the presentation in front of you but your mind kept drifting back to the device that was sitting between your legs. Kaeya had managed to slip a vibrator in your underwear right before this meeting, after he pulled you into an empty office and worked it inside of you. He pulled up the app on his phone and tested it to make sure it worked properly. It did, much to his delight (and your dismay.)

Zhongli was up at the front presenting some information about this months sales. He was flipping through various infographics in the presentation he had prepared, motioning to them every so often to accentuate his point. Diluc was sitting across from Kaeya jotting down notes as he went, next to him was a bored looking Thoma. Childe occupied the seat on the Kaeya’s left and was very keenly watching Zhongli as he presented. The seat to Kaeya’s right was empty, as that’s where Zhongli had been sitting. You watched Kaeya reach for his phone again that was sitting on the table in front of him. He tapped the screen a few times and you felt the vibrations inside of you grow stronger. You pressed your thighs together desperately trying to mask what was taking place. You couldn’t help but chew your bottom lip desperately trying not to let your pokerface drop.

“Ms. (Name), are you alright?” You heard Kaeya call from across the table, interrupting Zhongli. That little shit, you thought. You took a deep breath to help calm you down, putting on the best neutral expression you could muster before glancing up and meeting Kaeya’s mischievous smile.

“Of course. Why do you ask?” You tried to ignore how all of the men’s eyes glanced over in your direction. You could feel your impending orgasm looming as the vibrator continued to buzz inside you still even with all their gazes on you.

Thoma chimed in this time, completely oblivious. “You’re looking a little flustered, do you need to step out for some air?” Your eyes drifted to meet his, a genuinely concerned expression on his face as he scanned over you for signs of sickness or injury.

“I’m fine, really,” you assured him quickly, “I just picked the wrong day to wear this outfit.” You joked, motioning to your matching blazer and skirt that were made out of the same thick material. You added in a smile to really sell your excuse, fanning yourself to make it seem like maybe the heat was just getting to you.

Zhongli, who had been interrupted in the middle of his presentation, cleared his throat to take the attention away from the disruption. “Well, this is the last slide so if you’ll allow me to get through this then you can go back to your office and cool down a little. May I?” You nodded your head quickly and added in a small sorry before you ducked your head back down to focus on the notes in front of you. You were grateful when you felt the attention slowly shift off you and back to Zhongli.

Your mind drifted again with Zhongli’s voice as the perfect background noise for your fantasies that played in your mind. You thought again about Kaeya pulling you into that office right before this meeting with his fingers working you open slowly saying he had a surprise for you. You two had joked about doing something like this before, but you never thought he had the gall to actually go through with it. He was definitely enjoying this entirely too much, you could tell by the way his attention shifted from his notes to study you every so often. Whenever he altered the frequency of the vibrator, your resolve would fall just briefly and you’d allow yourself one shaky breath as your fists clenched and your eyebrows furrowed, desperately trying to fight the orgasm that had been creeping up on your for what felt like forever now. You were completely unaware of the vermillion eyes that would drift your way every time your face would scrunch or your hips would shift.

“And with that, we’re done for the day.” Zhongli’s concluding statement cut through your lewd thoughts. You let out a sigh of relief thinking about how you wanted nothing more than to get out of this meeting room and to the privacy of your own office. Zhongli returned to his spot at the table beside Kaeya and began gathering up his papers. The rest of the men also shuffled their stuff together, starting to stand from their seats and stretch.

“Say, Kaeya,” Childe’s voice cut through the shuffling. You watched in slow motion horror as he reached out and grabbed Kaeya’s phone that had been sitting face up on the table while Kaeya had stepped away from his seat to go return something he grabbed before the meeting. “What is this app you kept toying with throughout the meeting?” He asked as he examined Kaeya’s phone. Kaeya’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think of a way to draw Childe’s attention away from the phone without being obvious. As Kaeya opened his mouth to reply, Childe tapped something on the screen.

“Wait!” You and Kaeya exclaimed in unison but it was too late, the vibrator in between your legs kicked up a few notches and in a matter of seconds the orgasm that Kaeya had had you dancing around for the last half of this meeting came crashing down. You let out a loud, sultry moan as you ducked your head to keep some sense of your dignity as the men watched you clench your legs and squirm in your seat. Kaeya quickly made his way back to his phone and snatched it away from Childe, cutting off the vibrations. There were a few beats of silence as the men all watched you carefully while you caught your breath, head still lowered and hands still gripping the arms of your chair harshly. The realization of what just happened finally hit you as your head cleared. The fucked out expression on your face shifted to a mortified one as you tried to think of some sort of response.

Childe’s voice rang out hesitantly from the other side of the room, “uh, sorry..”

Instead of addressing his apology you used every ounce of courage in you to spit out a ‘please excuse me’ before getting up from your chair and promptly exiting the room. You ran for the nearest empty bathroom and locked yourself inside, suddenly thankful for the first time ever that your office had single person bathrooms. Your back hit the door as your head reeled from the events that just took place, embarrassment washing over you. I’m gonna get fired, you though bitterly, they probably think I’m disgusting. You slowly reached down and pulled back your underwear to see the soaked mess that had become your panties. You sighed, pulling them up again before your eyes met the mirror. Your appearance was disheveled: your lips were swollen from biting them to stifle your moans and your legs were still shaking from your recent orgasm.

A loud knock sounded on the door behind you. “(Name)?” Kaeya’s voice called out. “…I know you’re in there.” He added after a few moments of waiting for you to respond. You still didn’t answer his calls so he continued, “they’re all waiting for you to come back.” Your heart dropped. What does that mean? Are they going to discuss the consequences of your actions already? Why so soon? Couldn’t they wait and sleep on it?

You turned around hand gripping the door handle as you took a deep breath to calm your racing heartbeat, figuring it best to face this head on. You opened the door with a click only to be met with Kaeya’s fist inches from your face, evident that he was about to knock again. “There you are!” He quickly withdrew his knuckles and gave you a quick concerned once-over.

You glanced around nervously to make sure he was alone before slumping against him. He pulled you into his embrace as his way to apologize for the events that took place. He knows it was his bad to leave his phone out there like that, especially given the fact that Childe knows his passcode. He stroked your back a few times soothingly, allowing you to inhale his scent hoping that it would provide you some comfort.

“C’mon, let’s not keep them waiting.” He spoke after a few moments before gently taking your hand to lead you along behind him through the hallways. You approached the meeting room again in quick strides, your anxiety climbing higher and higher the closer you two got.

Kaeya stopped in front of the meeting room door and turned to face you, sensing your anxiousness. His hands grabbed your shoulders gently. “There’s no need to be nervous. You’re not going to get in trouble or anything of the sort, I’m certain of it.” He leaned forward and let his lips rest against your ear, “I’m also certain that they all had a boner when I left them. I mean who wouldn’t after the show you put on.” A shiver ran up your spine at his words. You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to form some sort of response, but before you could he had turned around and pushed open the meeting room door.

“Where is she?” You heard Childe ask. You peaked over Kaeya’s shoulder into the room. The men had returned to the seats they had been in during the meeting.

“(Name).” Zhongli addressed you firmly when his gaze met yours. You squeaked and ducked behind Kaeya again. The man in front of you chuckled before taking a few steps into the room, motioning for you to follow. You swallowed thickly before taking a few tentative steps.

Kaeya closed the door behind you as you finally straightened your back and addressed the men in front of you. “Um…” you tried to keep eye contact with them to appear more collected than you actually were but quickly found your fleeting confidence fading. Instead, you settled for fixing you gaze on the ground in front of you. “I’m very sorry for what happened.”

“Did he force you into this?” Diluc’s question caught you off guard.

“N-no!” You stammered quickly. "He and I talked about it beforehand." You said assuredly, not wanting your actions to reflect worse on Kaeya than they already had. Your cheeks burned and your shoulders were tense. “I know it was very unprof-“

“(Name), come here.” The firm words from Diluc caught you off guard. You studied him for a second, trying to read his intentions. Kaeya finally took his own seat across the table from Diluc. You made your way past Thoma to where Diluc was sitting before you paused. Diluc patted his thigh to motion for you to sit there. It caught you way off guard. You noted how Kaeya was absolutely right, though you couldn’t see Childe or Zhongli, you could definitely see both Diluc and Thoma were noticeably hard. You went to straddle his thighs but he stopped you. “Other way.” You turned yourself around and settled against him with your back flush with his chest. It took everything in you not to grind against his boner that was even more noticeable now that it was pressed against you.

His lips met the shell of your ear. “Is this alright?” He asked, fingers hovering over you, waiting for your permission for him to touch you. You nodded, swallowing thickly and his hands came into contact with your skin. Diluc’s fingers worked to hike your skirt up. He let his fingertips ghost up and down your outer thigh a few times, pressing a kiss to your neck. He pushed his chair back from the table and spread your legs wide to make sure the other guys could see what he was doing to you. He stopped again briefly as his fingers came to rest on the edge of your panties, waiting for your go ahead before pushing them down your thigh. He paused to admire the string of slick that connected your sex to your underwear. You didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before Thoma let out a groan beside you at the sight. Diluc continued working your panties down your legs until he slipped them off completely and tossed them on the table in front of you two. Next, his hands reached down and pulled the vibrator out of your cunt that Kaeya had stuffed in there with a quiet squelching noise. He held it up and examined the way it was coated completely in your arousal.

“I can turn it on, if you want.” Kaeya offered as he watched the scene in front of him intently. His signature cocky smirk had returned as he noticed how wet he had gotten you with his vibrator.

“Please do.” Diluc answered, turning his attention from the toy back to your cunt. “May I?” He whispered in your ear as the hand not holding the toy traced the skin below your bellybutton down to the area just above your clit and back up again.

“U-uh..” you hesitated, gauging the reactions from the men around you. Zhongli’s gaze was fixated on you. He was leaning forward on his elbows, his fingers locked together resting over his mouth. His irises looked like they were quite literally glowing as he drank in the sight of you. Otherwise, he looked completely calm. His breath was slow and steady and he was relatively still.

Childe had never looked more relaxed in his life. He was slouched against his chair, one ankle crossed over his knee and his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. His boner couldn’t be any more obvious as his eyes languidly trailed up your body, down your body, and back up again. He was truly basking in the sight in front of him.

When your gaze shifted to Kaeya he made sure to hold eye contact with you. He licked his lips seductively, eyes trailing down your body before snapping back up to your complete the eye contact again as he sent you a wink.

If there were any doubt left in your mind after looking at those three, that was all dispelled when your eyes drifted over to Thoma. He already had his cock free and was pumping himself slowly as his eyes stayed fixated on you. His cheeks were flush and his breath was fast, and the tip of his cock looked deliciously red as you watched his thumb swipe over it.

It had only taken you a few moments to be sure that none of the men in front of you were uncomfortable with what was happening before you gave Diluc the go ahead. A simple, but firm, 'yes' left your lips and in mere seconds the vibrator that he was holding roared to life, courtesy of Kaeya of course. He pressed it to your clit and immediately you mewled, back arching off his chest. You rocked your hips against the device and in turn also rocked yourself against Diluc’s boner that was growing harder by the second.

“D-Diluc,” you whined. “I want you inside of me.” You panted, focusing on grinding against him. He hummed at your request, pressing a few more open mouth kisses up your neck. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your mouth parted slightly.

“Let me prep you first.” He stated, shifting his arm and wrapping it under your thigh so he could insert two fingers into you. Your slick coated them easily, allowing him to add a third finger. He stretched you as much as he could slowly and gently, pumping his fingers in and out of you. After a few moments he pulled them away from your cunt before putting his fingers, now coated in your slick, up to your mouth. You took them in without hesitation, sucking and licking them. “Good.” Diluc praised. You locked eyes with Zhongli first, then you moved to Childe. Childes hand had also found it’s way inside his pants and was pumping himself lazily as he watched you.

You released Diluc’s now clean fingers from your mouth. “Unzip me.” He instructed, one hand working to unbutton your blouse the other one still had the vibrator pressed to your clit. You reached under you and unzipped his pants, hand trailing along his clothed dick eagerly. You pushed down his underwear and leaned forward to allow room for his cock to sprang free. You pushed back and let yourself rub against him eagerly.

He finally withdrew the vibrator from your clit so he could put both his hands on your hips to guide you onto him. He let out a low groan as he sank into you, your walls clenching around him. He bottomed out and allowed you to just sit there like that for a few moments to adjust to the girth he had. Slowly, he lifted your hips before sliding you back down again. You let out a wanton moan at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. Diluc finally replaced the vibrator on your clit again, causing your thighs to tense around him. You placed your hands on his knees and took the lead lifting yourself up and down, slowly speeding up as the slightly painful stretch was replaced with immense pleasure. Beside you, Thoma moaned your name, matching his pace to yours as he worked himself to his own orgasm. Kaeya upped the speed of the vibrator again, enjoying watching you squirm around Diluc's cock.

Zhongli had even taken to pleasuring himself, his stoic expression fixated on watching as Diluc disappeared into your heat only to come back out again coated in your arousal. You were positively drenching Diluc's cock, leaving a wet spot on the chair underneath you two. Moans — hng, a-ah, mmh~ — left your lips as Diluc's other hand found your nipple, toying with it. Your legs started shaking as you got closer to your orgasm, but you tried to push through it to continue riding Diluc. He picked up on your fatigue quick though, and in return he lifted you up and bent you over the table in front of him, grabbing your hips from behind and pushing back into you. You moaned his name again, cheek squished against the hard tabletop, hands splayed beside your head.

"Diluc! I'm gon- I'm gonna c-" you desperately tried to choke out, feeling another strong orgasm coming on as the man slammed into you over and over. His tip curved perfectly into your sweet spot, making you arch your back. He groaned again at the feeling of your smooth walls throbbing around him.

"Let go, angel." You heard him murmur behind you. With one loud whine, your walls clamped around him as you creamed all over his cock. He let out a low 'fuck' as he was launched into his own orgasm, burying himself inside of you before filling you up with his seed. You glanced behind you to watch as Thoma coated his own hand with his cum, moaning your name loudly. Childe had also made a mess out of his shirt when he shot his semen in spurts all over it. Zhongli's hand was still working himself under his dress pants — and then you noticed Kaeya. Kaeya hadn't bothered to touch himself at all, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he stood up from his chair while you and Diluc caught your breaths.

"Is it my turn now?" Kaeya mused as he took slow deliberate strides toward you. This was going to be a long night.

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Can you do a Drabble about rockstar!bucky finding out your pregnant🥺❤️

pairing: rockstar!bucky x popstar!reader

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of abortion

Y/N and Bucky weren’t trying to get pregnant; she’d never even considered getting pregnant ever since the miscarriage. She was happy where they were right now, happy in their little bubble, doing what they loved. Things were certainly different from when they dated when they were younger, they weren’t any better or worse, they were just easy. There wasn’t his factor of money or merely being young and dumb. They had fallen into a safe place, they loved each other and things were easier. The idea of being married or having a baby hadn’t been something they had set their minds to. In their headspace, they were unofficially married, they lived together, they collaborated in each others music and came home to one another. Bucky didn’t like talking about children either and she didn’t blame him - he was much to prideful to admit it, but she knew he was still handling the news of the miscarriage she’d had. To him it was still fresh news and she knew it would take time; after all, it had taken time for her and she herself wasn’t even entirely sure if she had process all of it. 

That being said, it wasn’t as if the two of them cared much about protection as they used to when they were younger. It was an anything goes attitude, she was on birth control and that was it. However, she was a busy woman and with a busy schedule sometimes she forgets small things - like taking the pill. After so many mishaps, it appeared it had finally come to haunt her. She’d shake off the initial symptoms as just stress, coinciding with the ending of a tour and Bucky finishing an album, until it became to much to ignore and now here she was. Here she was, sat in her bathroom holding a positive pregnancy test in her right hand. At least you know this time, she thought to herself. She stared at the plastic stick once more, doubting if she had indeed seen a positive result but the word ‘Pregnant’ written all over the screen, proved that she was right. She was right and she was pregnant. 

      - Hey, princess? - he knocked on the bathroom door. - Everything alright in there?

      - Yeah. - she shoved the pregnancy test inside the pocket of her jumper as if he was able to see it through a closed door. 

      - I made breakfast. Why don’t you come downstairs?

She rubbed her face, mumbling something to him but remaining in the same spot until she heard Bucky go downstairs. Surely this was no motive for alarm. She wanted kids, she never said she didn’t want to be a mum. Did Bucky want to have kids? His lifestyle didn’t appear to inspire much regarding children and in all honesty, they had not discussed it past the child they almost had. Nevertheless, she took a deep breathe, making her way down the stairs only for Bucky to grab her hand and lead her towards the breakfast table.

     - Look at that! - he rose one of the plates with some pancakes. - Mickey Mouse pancakes. 

     - What’s the occasion? 

     - My girl is back from tour, that’s the occasion. - he put the plate in front of her. - And tour food is shit so I know you’re looking towards my cooking. 

     - Buck, you can barely fry an egg. 

     - I worked in a restaurant for years, princess. I can bake whatever you want after some trial and error. 

A tinge of sadness tainted the moment as part of her wondered if this was the end. What if he didn’t want the child? What if he left again? It wasn’t like she needed him to raise the baby but she loved him, she wanted him to be with her, to be here for it. 

     - James ...

     - It’s never good when you call me James. - he joked.

     - I’m being serious, I have a question.

     - Question away, princess.

     - Do you want children? - her hand clutched the pregnancy test inside the pocket of her jumper. 

     - Yeah. - he replied as if she was asking him something as simple as if the sky was blue. - You want kids so why would I want them? Are you pregnant?

     - Yes. 

     - And you didn’t open up with that? - he didn’t know what to do but to cup her face, perhaps out of surprise or mere adoration. - You’re pregnant?

     - Yes and this time I know which is a new experience. 

     - Thank goodness I know how to make these Mickey Mouse pancakes then. 

     - You’re not angry?

     - Why would I be? You’re the love of my life, you’re pregnant. Life couldn’t be better right now ... actually maybe if you let me fuck you on top of the table it would be better.

     - Bucky! - she rolled her eyes. - Are you happy? I mean, do are you happy with having kids right now?

     - I couldn’t be happier. 

[babblydrabbly]

Distracted (Peacemaker x Reader) Smut

Pairing(s): Peacemaker x F!Reader; Brief Javelin x Reader

Characters: Peacemaker/Christopher Smith, Amanda Waller, Javelin

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.5k+

Warning(s): Smut, language, mentions of blood/violence. Choking, cream pie, semi-rough sex.

Summary: Out on a Task Force X mission, Peacemaker notices you're acting... different. He generously offers to help with what's distracting you. Asshole.

A/N: What's this? Baby's first Peacemaker fic? Takes place before The Suicide Squad (2021). Metahuman!Reader has super strength/speed abilities. Also, what kind of vanilla name is Chris Smith.

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"Again?"

Amanda Waller arched a brow at your perturbed expression.

"My apologies." She droned. "Am I not stimulating you with enough variety, [L/n]?"

You scoffed, folding your arms in deference. It wasn't about that— It was about the deliberately repeated pairings with Christopher Smith. The dynamic that was becoming a pattern. You never would have worked with someone like Peacemaker on the outside. As much as you appreciated the job always getting done with him, you still bumped heads with him too much on the way to the finish line. He was frustratingly serious and flippant at the same time.

You decided to shut your trap before Waller decided she didn't need you anymore.

"You've got one skillset useful to me, [L/n]. I suggest you get used to the prospect of being paired up with Smith on a regular basis— While you're still around."

You nodded when she dismissed you. You had gotten used to it. You were seeing so much of Peacekeeper you were practically partners.

So, you pointedly sat to next the one called Javelin on the helicopter out of Belle Reve, as far away from Smith as possible. You were about to spend over twelve hours with him— It didn't have to start right away. While Colonel Flag gave you all the spiel on the mission, you glanced over and saw Javelin toss you a nod.

"You're Team B," The thrower noted over the whir of the helicopter. "[L/n], yes?"

"Yeah," you said. Your eyes flitted over the muscular squad member. He looked more like a superhero in his light blue and yellow get-up than the rest of you. You personally kept the lower half of your face covered with a black hard shell mask— Your armor from before you were incarcerated (Yes, you've heard the 'Baby Bane' jokes from the others). Even if you had to get used to working with a bunch of weirdos, you could at least conceal your face from them while you did it.

"You move very swiftly." He complimented, and you didn’t know how you were supposed to take that.

"Thanks," You tried, "I like your... weapon of choice?"

Javelin held his namesake in his arms, his legs spread wide to accommodate it as he rested it against his inner thigh. The innuendo normally would have had you rolling your eyes, but today they lingered, and you wondered if he still looked as broad and muscular without the suit on.

You frowned. Without the suit on?

Were you still staring down at his thighs?

You supposed he was a goddamn Olympic athlete at one point. And prison didn't seem to stop him from his regimen. —There it was again. You blinked and looked away, thankful nobody seemed to notice. Javelin seemed content with the brief introduction, so you left it at that.

Okay, so maybe it had been awhile since you...

You reprimanded yourself. These were not recreational outings. As much as you liked feeling free every once in awhile, you were never in a position to consider doing something so stupid. The last few missions were some of the closest calls you had while on the task force, but now that your job today was more about recon, you could at least let your mind wander to the less... imperative things. You crossed your legs at the ankles in front of you and let mind drift for the rest of the trip.

But christ had prison been rough. And a little boring. You didn’t have to think about Javelin moving closer to you for long— Pressing up flush against you— Before you were imagining yourself against a wall— Hell, right here on this bench— hooking your legs around his waist as he thrusted into you. You pictured him going for two, three rounds, that stupid suit lying on the floor with your back on top of it. You pictured him going down on you too, a handful of his wavy blonde hair in your grasp as you pressed your thighs around his ears. You swallowed behind the mask, glad it was there to hide your face.

You get dropped off an isolated point a few klicks outside the target area, the rest of the team traveling further in to handle the bulk of the mission. You lug some extra equipment in a canvas bag— Guns, surveillance tech— already annoyed by the heat.

The heat of the jungle. Definitely not the heat you'd been feeling in the helicopter. You walked a half mile in total silence just trying to focus on the mission again.

"What's got your tactical suit in a twist?" Smith finally uttered as you got to your destination. You almost forgot he had dropped down the rope onto the ground after you. He stood out against the green around you in his obnoxious red shirt and white pants.

"Nothing." You lied, and you could tell from under his helmet that Peacemaker thought you were full of shit today. Great.

You set up inside a small building— An outpost long abandoned. Whatever organization you were taking down for Waller, they clearly had to downsize over the years. You kicked open the metal door, sending it flying off its hinges. Smith entered first, clearing all the rooms before you joined him. Upstairs, you begin setting up the equipment together. Peacemaker started with standing up a rifle by the window, aiming it at the road below.

You fiddled with a tablet; You went downstairs to put a sensor on the door frame and on the rusted gate blocking the road outside. They were supposed to warn you when any vehicles were approaching, but when you came back up, it lost signal. You did this twice; You batted at the little screen, vexed. There were probably signal jammers over at the main compound that could still reach all the way out here. You thought about how Team A was doing— So inevitably, your thoughts drifted back to the damn Javelin guy.

"Jesus!" You snapped. You were grateful when you didn't break the small screen in half with your strength.

"Okay. What the fuck is wrong." Came Peacemaker's voice from across the room. You stood there without turning around. You took a breath, tossed the tablet onto the bag at your feet.

"Nothing is wrong, Smith. Fuck off." You said. You reached up and unclipped your vest. Beneath it, you felt the cool air of the shelter hit your jumpsuit. You tossed the vest on the floor, then turned around. "When are they supposed to get here?"

He quirked a brow, as if proving his point. Since when didn't you remember the mission details? Rather than give him the satisfaction of thinking you were slipping you waved your own question away.

"God, never mind."

He scoffed. You watched him remove his helmet and gloves, setting them down carefully next to his own pack. He'd made his own area across the room from yours, another tablet showing him a view of the road propped up against the wall. Smith took a seat on the floor; The two of you were going to have to play the waiting game now.

In silence. The thought made you pinch the bridge of your nose right above where your mask stopped.

"You know, I've been at Belle Reve for four years now." You finally relented. You leaned back against your wall, folding your arms over your chest.

"Yeah? So?" Smith retorted. You rolled your eyes.

"So," God— You were really confiding in Christopher Smith. That's what it was coming down to. "I haven't had sex in four years. It's... not a big deal— Nothing's wrong. That's just what I was annoyed about earlier, you know? Consider me over it."

"That why you were ogling the Javelin in the copter today?"

Shit. Shit!

You dropped your arms. "You piece of garbage. You saw that?"

"I'm garbage? You're the one sexually harassing our fellow teammates with your eyes."

"I was not sexually— Nope. I'm done. You're ridiculous." You said. You reached down and went back to your tablet, busying yourself with it idly.

Peacemaker did the same. From the corner of your eye, you just knew he was doing it smugly.

"You know," He said after a few minutes, "If that's all you're bitching about, we can just get it over with."

"Excuse me?"

"You and me. Target's not coming in for another six hours, by the way. You don't need that much time do you, 'four-years-dry'?"

You stared at him from across the room. When you didn't reply, Peacemaker set his screen down so damn casually you consider just shooting yourself in the head.

"You're off your game. I'm not going to let you compromise our objective."

You threw your hands up. "There it is. You're like a broken record."

"What? Am I fucking wrong?"

"No, you're fucking crazy."

"Get over here." Smith instructed in a low voice.

The words shot up your spine, sending a very mixed signal to your brain. Directly across from you, Peacemaker was pinning you with an expectant look— One that was clearly a challenge. It pissed you off.

It was the look he used when he said you couldn't rip a guy's spine right out of his back— It dared you. And when you did succeed, you would shoot him an equally smug look in return. Your back and forths were always crass, always a test of who would back down.

You weren't normally so brutal when you worked alone, but something about Peacemaker brought it out of you. Whenever you were paired together, it was like your powers weren't something you had to hold back. They were something he was always prodding you to embrace. The jabs, the snark— It made you want to punch him in the face.

Standing up, you crossed the room. Smith didn't move as you stepped over his legs, as you leaned down to straddle his waiting lap. He simply watched you shift around until you're comfortably seated, your hands resting on his shoulders. He moved to place his own on your thighs but didn't do anything more.

"Well?" You said.

He shrugged, "Your call."

"What am I gonna do? Dry hump you?"

"Hey, if that's what it takes."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Fuck."

Finally, you reached up, unclipping the back of your mask.

"Whoa, wait—" He started, finally reacting to this ridiculous situation, but you already had it off, in your hand.

"I—" He stared at you. You shifted, feeling nervous as you stared back. It occurred to you that you'd never seen him shocked before.

He blinked. "I've never seen your whole face before."

That wasn't true— was it? You tried to think. "What about in Cuba? We camped out for like three days. I had to take it off to eat at least."

"I didn't look."

"You didn't look."

"I don't fucking know! You wear that fucking thing everywhere. When you took it off to eat I assumed you didn't want me looking."

"Wow. How courteous."

"Fuck you."

"Well, isn't that what we're doing here?" You said, putting your hands on your hips stubbornly. Smith's were still resting on your splayed thighs.

"I can't wear this when we— How am I supposed to...?"

He snorted softly, "Don't tell me you're a romantic, [L/n]."

Nothing about this seemed romantic. Least of all with him. Still, if you were going to take the opportunity, you were going to do it your way. You looked him over.

He had a few tufts sticking out from wearing his damn helmet earlier. You reached up and brushed some of it back into place at his temple first. Smith blinked up at you, his brows pinching together.

"This okay?" You heard yourself asking him. He eventually nodded once, watching you as you placed your palm on the side of his face. Finally, you leaned down and caught his lips with yours in a long kiss. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to know his reaction.

But you felt him return it. Slowly at first— Then he was kissing you back. You moaned somewhere in the back of your throat as he ran his large hands up and down your legs, his fingers folding to grip your ass tightly. You were already reacting, already so touched starved. His lips parted, and you felt him swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, over the front of your teeth. You opened for him, your tongue darting out to meet his hungrily.

You tugged at the front of his uniform. Without a word he reached down to pull it up over his head, the fabric dropping off somewhere beside you. You glanced down at his bare chest. You ran your hands over it, dragged your nails down his pecs experimentally. When you looked back up he was still watching you.

Your mouths crashed to meet again, this time with a fervor that threatened to split your bottom lip with every bruising kiss. You felt his hands on you again, pressing into your sides, your waist. He didn't move to take off your clothes, so you drew your hands to your own chest, pulled the zipper of your suit all the way down to your stomach.

He took the invitation, and you gasped when he roughly reaches in and cups a hand around your breast; He kneaded it, brushing his thumb over your nipple. His other hand worked at your shoulder, yanking the rest of your suit off of you. You reached back and tugged the sleeves off, finally exposing your upper body.

You felt the clasp at your back come undone, and Smith was tearing your bra off next. A muscular arm came around to scoop you up by the waist, bringing your chest closer to him. He leaned down, took one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Smith—" He bit you roughly, and it sent a shock of electricity up you. He palmed your other breast again, tweaked at your nipple until your back was arching into his touch. You squeezed your thighs around him.

Then he was back in your face again, bruising a kiss against your lips as you took a breath. Your eyes flew open when you felt the press of his fingers to your mouth. You shot a look at him, but didn't object when he pushed his index and middle fingers past your lips. You sucked them hungrily, your eyes fluttering shut again.

"Fuck," Peacemaker murmured, feeling your tongue swirl around the digits. You slurped sloppily until they were soaked, until he was pulling them back out with a light pop. He brought his hand down to the base of your suit, where the zipper stopped just above your pelvis. A pair of black panties peaked out from the V shape there, the same shade and material as your bra. You gasped when Smith finally pushed down past the layer of cotton, gripped his bare shoulders when you felt his wet fingers dip right into your cunt.

"Fuck," He said again, because you didn't need any help down there. "You're so fucking wet."

You expected to feel humiliation— To hear a joke about how it really had been while. But all you felt were his warm, thick fingers; He ran them up and down your slit, pressed them in small circles around the peak of you a few times. You cursed, your head falling back. Smith leaned up to kiss your throat, teeth dragging across the base of your collarbone. He bit you some more, daring to take your meta-human skin between his teeth. You cried out, your arm reaching to wrap around his head in pleasure.

Smith slid his fingers up into your pussy. He crooked them, scissoring them inside you. Your hips bucked, unable to resist meeting his short thrusts. You felt him grin against your neck. "Damn, baby."

"Shut up." You whispered, letting your hips rolling down to fuck yourself on his fingers some more. When he slipped in a third you moan loudly.

"Fuck! Fuck me." You demanded, yanking the short hair at the back of his head. A groan left Smith's lips, his head jerking back. Quickly, he removed his hand from your suit, pulling the rest of your clothes further down your waist. You lifted yourself off him, but Smith didn't wait. He picked you up and lifted you both off the floor. You grabbed at him as he laid you down on your back, his body between your legs. Then he was ripping off the last of your suit, tearing your boots off.

"Watch it," You snapped— If he fucking ripped anything you—

"Oh please." He huffed, and your thoughts stopped in their tracks as you watched him lean back on his knees above you, undoing his white pants. His cock sprang free from a pair of just as white underwear, his arousal already thick and ready. You stopped yourself from expressing how the sight of him made you even wetter.

He took a moment to drink in your face, a hint of that smug smirk forming. You growled, pulling him down by the neck again before he ruined the moment with speaking. Smith caught your lips again, his hand running down your naked body. He gripped one of your legs and nudges them apart, planting his knees between you.

Despite his earlier preparation, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his cock pushing inside you. You groaned as he entered you, your walls stretching around his length. Your back arched as you took him in, eyes rolling a little into the back of your head.

"Fuck— Chris—" You shuttered. His hands squeezed your thighs at the sound of his name leaving you. You heard his breath shake, his hips remaining utterly still as you got used to the size of him. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see him waiting for you; You nodded once, another moaning already escaping in anticipation.

It was like a brick wall knocking into you. Smith didn't hold back as he began fucking you— Knew you could take it— what with your powers and all. The idea seemed to drive him, and he began hammering into you, his hands moving to bracket your hips so he could fuck you better. Faster. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

Fuck— You couldn't think. You arched up off of the floor as you rolled your hips to meet Smith's. It felt like he could keep up this pace forever the way he wasn't stopping. Your breathing turned to panting, a high whine escaping you when he shifts just right— he picked you up again. You arched up into his arms, holding yourself up from around his neck as he fucked up into your soaking cunt. You bounced on his cock, a sheen of sweat blooming across your skin.

When you opened your eyes, Smith was still watching you intently— witnessing every little expression on your face while he fucked you. You could hardly discern what he was thinking. All you could focus on was him ramming you, the feeling of his cock hitting and stretching you out.

“Choke me.” He said, and you have just enough wherewithal to oblige. You wrapped your hand around his throat, pressing firmly on either side. You felt the tightness of his skin shifting under your touch. His pulse beat a fast rhythm in time with his rough thrusts. The strength of your grip was a little vice tipping Smith over the edge.

The look on his face, his eyes closed as he tried to control his breathing sends a jolt up you. You used your other hand to slip two fingers down between your folds. They found your clit, making quick work of bringing you to close to climaxing. You shuttered as you felt the tight coil of it building. Finally, with a cry you were coming, squeezing your legs around him as your hips rolling through every wave of it. Smith groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm until your walls were fluttering from the unrelenting stimulation.

“Going to—“ He warned, and you squeezed the hand around his throat harder, making his eyes roll up. You whimpered as you feel the hot spurt of him fill you, his hips finally locking as he pumped you with his cum.

You both took a moment to catch your breath, your hand releasing from Smith’s neck so he could take in a long gasp. His skin was reddened along his throat and chest. You saw the beginnings of your handprint bruising around his Adam's apple, your fingers a mark on his skin. You hung onto him like that, your arms back around his shoulders for balance.

“Fuck.” You finally said. Out of habit, you checked your watch to assess where you were on the mission. He took your chin in his hand, drawing your eyes back up to him. You saw that his hair had fallen back into his eyes, his face glistening with sweat.

“I’m not done with you.” He said. It sent a shiver through you. You felt your walls flutter again, some of his cum leaking out with his half-hard cock still firm inside you. You gasped as he pulled you off of him, guiding you down until you were turning around on all fours on the floor. You glanced over your shoulder, already craving the feeling of him filling you up with his cock again.

And fuck it, you two do take the whole six hours.

[thefanficmonster]

Hi! I was wondering if I can request a Corpse imagine where he and his girlfriend announce their pregnancy to both their friends and fans?

Definitely! ~ Enjoy! 🥰

Y/N only remembers shaking this much before your first college exam, while waiting for the results of said exam and while waiting for the results of her pregnancy test. She was pacing the hall outside the bathroom where the stick waited for her to come check on it, arms and legs trembling.

That back then was just expecting anxiety however, this is a whole different type of trebling. Trembling out of nervousness and fear. Fear of how her boyfriend's (aka the father of her baby) friends and fans will react to the news that he'll become a father in a few months. Hell, apart from his close circle of friends, no one even knows she's his girlfriend so this will be a double shock to his entire fandom. And Y/N shudders at the thought of how some of its members will take the news.

“Hey.“ Corpse rests a gentle hand on her shoulder, snapping her out of the fit of panicking thoughts. He knows what’s going on in her head, mostly because he was going through the same in the beginning. However, he’s now completely unbothered - the joy of knowing he’ll be a father overpowering any fear or insecurity he was struggling with in the start. “They can all take it however they’d like. It won’t change a thing for us, ok? We go in, no beating around the bush, tell them what we have to say, and let them process it. How they react or what they think is none of our business. This is the greatest thing to happen in our lives, no one gets to have a say or have an impact on how we take it. No one can hinder our joy. We won’t let them.”

And that’s all she needed to give him the green light he had been waiting for - a nod before the two sat down in front of the screen displaying the Among Us lobby where all their friends had already gathered.

“Hey everyone, mind if we steal a few moments before getting in the game?“ Corpse asks once he unmutes his mic.

“I’m sorry - we? You never told us Y/N would be here too. Hi Y/N! Missed ya!“ Rae squeals with excitement, happy to hear her friend has also joined them today.

“Yeah thought we’d make it surprise. Missed ya too, Rae.“ Y/N replies, her voice ever so slightly unsteady.

“Big thank you to everyone who’s joined the stream today. For those of you that don’t know, this other voice on my end belongs to my girlfriend Y/N.“ Corpse announces, probably a little too casually for his fans’ liking. “However, she won’t stay my girlfriend for much longer.“

His words shock even Y/N but she restrains herself from asking any questions and allows him to continue.

“She’s already the love of my life so she’s soon to be my fiancée. And also, in a matter of months, she’ll be the mother of my child.“

The excitement, joy, disbelief and enthusiasm that takes over the call is so overwhelming it brings tears to Y/N’s eyes. Although she’s still afraid to take a look at the stream’s chat where she’ll be met with Corpse’s fans’ responses, she chooses to focus on the congratulations and praise her and Corpse are receiving from their friends.

When he wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him, she feels all her worries drift away along with any shred of doubt that this experience will be anything short of incredible.

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[dawnleaf37]

oh god I haven’t even thought abt the lore. well there’s mecrosoft paper, suitcase, test tube, feathry, and silver spoon but I didnt really have an idea for him so. im saying ss is non canon. and then later we added gray and moon who don’t have designs yet

paper is like clippy and really clingy. I think he’s also a bit of mischievous spyware, just a silly little guy Knowing about you and your computer. despite me drawing suitcase first, paper was the first guy created. paper pops up randomly with his tips n stuff and then disappears of the screen to who knows where lol. he’s differentiated from ii paper in that he almost always has a static smile on his face and also the pink line on him is now black.

suitcase is a wonderful file organizer and works good with storage. like paper, she randomly pops up with tips and tricks about computer tech and fun facts. she usually stays on screen if there’s at least one application open. suitcase ISNT spyware however 🎉. iirc shes abt to be discontinued for a newer os (you can still archive the download site tho). difference from regular suitcase she is a flat fuck and also can float. more expressive than the other guys too!

test tube I havent talked abt too much. most recent product and is also an organizer. as well as helps run applications. they say tt makes the computer run faster but they are 8000% lying. made to replace suitcase and paper on newer operating systems but uhhh glitchy as hell not working >:(. they brought back using these guys as spyware and even adware. horrible. tt always has a clipboard and again mostly a static smiling face. silly idle animations. comes on every os and there’s youtube videos on how to uninstall her /silly

mecrosoft is a shitty company so since tt creates adware, they advertised feathry as an ad remover. and she works!!! mostly!!! theyve still gotta make money n shit so she doesnt work all the way. just enough. shes also a paid subscription so mecrosoft you bitch as. feathry has a green marker but she doesnt even scribble out ads it’s just there for appeal. but if you buy now you get a silly creature on your computer!!!!!!!! please

mecrosoft gray wasn’t really ever supposed to exist tbh lol!! they were trying to make mini helper things for each application but none of the guys ever worked except gray’s and they couldn’t figure out why. the real reason is because well! gray is the reason. fucked up little computer creature demands ten thousand attention forever and started deleting code for the other guys while they were testing. and then they just kinda forgot to take gray off of the os because no one ever uses the calculator tool. gray even buggier than metube because he just always gives the wrong answer or just some non existent unit of measurement. little fucked up thing. sentient creature. invasive species. probably a bad idea. might even give your computer a virus? idk it seems to be quite good at modifying code /silly

lore lore lore: copy of mepaper started bugging out on an old computer and the guy using it was like “hmm this is some really creepypasta shit.” idm if you wanna make that guy OJ ig that’d be cool I never really decided (I think ill just say OJ here to make it easier) but mepaper eventually became sentient and became friends with him. but OJ can’t really do work on it now so he bought another one off of like craigslist or whatever. came installed with mesuitcase. mepaper saw that n was like “what the hell dude.” keep in mind this guy(mepaper) doesnt have a voice so hes just speaking thru text boxes lol. so what mepaper did was fuck up the mecase computer with like some really bad virus but somehow mecase survived that. barely. so OJ was like “fucks sake dude” and ig mepaper felt bad so he tried to apologize. but OJ wouldn’t let them near each other so they kinda just yelled from across the house when he wasn’t home. mecase has a voice btw uh it’s not the best quality but she has it. so they made up and theyre cool now.

I haven’t thought abt anything with metube or mefeathry yet so youll have to wait for that 🎉

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Tik Tok Leggings

Masterlist

Summary: Time to test these Tik tok leggings.

Warnings: swearing, Fluff, Cheeky Henry, Suggestive Themes, Plus sized reader

A/N: Just wanted to do something different thinking of maybe having a mini TikTok onshot series but unsure yet. Either way I hope you enjoy and happy Easter to those who celebrate  and those who don't? Have a brilliant Sunday xx

Taglist: will be in comment/reblogs

You eyed the package wearily... just how the fuck were you meant to pull this off? Slowly but surely the confidence  and 'fuck it' attitude was waning. They looked small.... very small.

You huffed a sigh looking at yourself in the mirror eyeing your form. You swear you'd gained some more weight, just a few pounds maybe? But you felt huge. Slowly you unravelled the leggings, it had been a good idea at the time but now you wasn't so sure. They were expensive and even thought you bought them as a little prank you did hope they would boost you confidence or at least be comfy enough to wear around the house.

Being a larger girl it was hard finding comfy clothes and you had to be comfy now that your boys were running around the house like headless chickens. You thought the terrible twos with trainers were bad? Your four year olds had scooters!

You grit your teeth and decided to try the leggings on gearing up for an all put war with the waist band but was pleasantly surprized. The fabric was firm and tummy controlling without feeling you feeling caught by a bloody boa constrictor! A comfy tight not spandex tight. You casually wondered about seeing if the company did bras, this shit would stop the girls from trying to knock you out on the stairs!

You pulled the material setting the... elasticated seam in your ass crack and winced... Okay that's a little strange... but not unpleasant and almost thong. You spun around eyeing yourself in to mirror. You didn't look to bad, if you said so yourself. Sure you wasn't magically strim and fit, you were blessed with a nice thick ass... but unfortunately had the thick hips and large thighs to go with it. You'd never be petite or dainty, but then again henry was huge behemoth of a man so you didn't need to be. As he said on many occasions he wanted a woman as thick as him... and you definitely fit that bill. His thighs were only slightly bigger then yours.

You turned around a few more times. Fuck okay hello there~ you grinned. You may not be the perfect sized woman but fuck if your ass wasn't glorious in these leggings~ this just might work.

You grinned and pulled on one of Henry's tshirts, the grey marines one it was snug and would ride up a little over your tummy showing off your bubble but that you felt was your best feature. And then padded downstairs, henry. Was in the large garden trying to teach the boys how to play rugby... Wanting to start them young.

You pottered about the kitchen chopping up the salad for tonight. Contrary to what people thought you were not large because you ate to much or did little exercise, you had always been bigger and admittedly since having the boys you had gained a little more weight but not ridiculously, you wasn't dangerously over weight.

You hummed looking out the patio door seeing henry jumping for joy as his boys and Kal played 'rugby' darting across the garden to the tiny rugby post at the end. Moving to Jersey to raise the kids was a brilliant idea, you had a huge country house with the land to go with it. Flat and immaculate that spread around the house in nearly four acres the lawn was mostly to the back and side and cornered off with tall hedge rows then beyond it a cornered off veggie plot and greenhouse and a work in progress chicken coop. Soon there will be a decent sized pond and some ducks... Henry didn't know yet, but if he was allowed to have a stables built four god knows how many horses you were allowed your ducks god dammit.

You grinned watching as henry ran around both the boys with his phone out cheering them on as they tor across the garden wrestling each other for the ball. You had panicked when you were told twin boys but you should have known henry would be able to handle it. It was perfect, days like this when he was home and strived to make his sons lives as magical and fun as he could, everyday was a holiday when dad was home.

You shook your head seeing the boys both lay on the floor in the shade completely tuckered out from the mornings fun. Henry can into the kitchen and you held your breath quickly bending over the counter a tad more then normal hoping to get a favourable reaction from your husband. But you couldn't help the tinge of doubt  what if he didn't like them? Or thought you looked bigger then you were?

"Hey sweetheart are the boys fruit shoots in the fri-oh sweet baby Jesus" he coughed cutting himself off  and took a half step back as he came in the kitchen. You giggled and turned to him then nodded your head to the fridge.

"Yeah their in there love" you said smirking and blushing as you saw him eyeing your ass tilting his head slowly down trying to get a better look at your ass making you bite your lip.

"Err yeah yeah... I... hold that thought" he said snapping out of it holding a finger up at you and looked to his phone.

"You just stay right were you are- no nope over bend over again babe... fuck me how did I get such a sexy little mama~" he growled one hand swiping over his screen. You flushed and wriggled our hips a little as you leant forward feeling on top of the world as he openly gawked at your ass. For a second you thought he was taking a photo and made to move wanting to snap up right but he napped his fingers to you pointing for you to get back down and brought the phone to his ear.

"Henry what are you?-" you tried standing once more but he crossed the kitchen pressing himself up against your ass and rocked slowly making you mewl as his bulge pressed against your ass half hard already. Henry huge hand pressed you down on the counter before him and winked then he spoke as who ever was on the phone answered.

"Hey mum, hi can you come get the boys?" He asked and you gasped at him shaking your head at him laughing. He wasn't palming the kids off to their grandparents because he wanted a midday fuck! Not that Marie-Ann would mind, she loved hosting the kids and frequently showed up out of the blue and took them out for the day. She was adamant that both you and henry still had alone time.

"No, no everything's all right I just- somethings come up~" he smirked and you laughed loud shaking your head at him, he was a little bugger! He wriggled his brows at you and nodded then flushed stuttering for a few comments.

"I.. No no of course not mum... muuuum stop- well yeah... yes I know you were young once-oh shit no I didn't mean of course your still young! Your in your prime! Okay yes, yes I promise to try my hardest... yes okay, see you in ten okay love you bye... bye mum I will. Yes I will mum bye" he muttered slowly moving through being embarrassed, shy and strangely confident before hanging up.

"Soo the boys are going out?" You giggled finding the way he reacted ridiculously cute. It wasn't what you expected, maybe a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass. But not him shipping the kids off for the day.

"And staying over night" Henry muttered moving both hands to your ass and squeezed and rolled the cheeks about making you squeak and try rising on your tip toes but he just growled following pressing a kiss to your neck.

"And what have we agreed to for this mighty generous gift? What have you promised?" You said arching back into him with a teasing tone knowing Marie would make henry pay for the 'young once' comment.

"Oh you know nothing too big just another grandchild, which wont be hard with these in your closet" he chuckled pinging the fabric that clung to your ass like a second skin. You flushed gasping out at him batting him away slowly. But it was a hard fought battle, Henry won easily sliding the cutting board back then let you spin to face him. He quickly hoisted you up onto the counter top behind you and kissed your lips moaning into you before pulling back and pointed at you.

"Right you stay- right here. Don't you move a muscle Mrs Cavill" he said seriously and backed away from you still pointing making you laugh and kick your feet biting your lip before nodding. Henry backed up to the back door and called out to the boys.

"Boys come on! Your going to grandmas for a sleep over! Go pack a bag, jammies, tooth brush and clothes for tomorrow! Come on mush hop it or cop it!" he called you smiled hearing two high pitch excited voices squealing at the thought of grandma. She spoilt them rotten. They dashed into the house quickly running past the both of you giggle as henry tried playfully nudging them on the bottoms with his foot when they ran through the kitchen to dart up the stairs and pack an overnight bag. Henry slunk out of the kitchen following the boys but kept glancing back at you.

"Remember right there babe, been too long since we fucked in here~" he growled making you flush remembering the last time you'd made love in here. It'd been when you were pregnant, the day you moved in before you redecorated you'd had Chinese take out and then made love in every room in the house.

"I'll be right here love I promise, now... You might want to sort yourself out before answering the door to your mother~" you teased pointing to the large lump in the front of his shorts making him grunt and cup himself trying to reposition himself and left the kitchen to help the boys pack.

You can safely say, these leggings were a success. You were definitely leaving a five star review... You did however regret not filming his reaction for tiktok. Honestly you didn't even have the app your sister in law had shown you and you thought it'd be something fun to try with Henry. You may just get more than you bargained for though, not that you minded... You just hoped you had a girl this time, it was about time to try and even things out a bit.