#and your birthday got here faster than i could actually get anything out

[iratusmus]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @mmm-asbestos

[jappleseedoree]

leehan boynextdoor x reader au + liz roommate + gaeul and sungho relationship

strangers to lovers ✧*。

first au 🐠🩵

hihi! first upload (｡>﹏<｡) honestly I'm not super sure about it but yolo!!

warnings : very very light swearing

genre : fluff

you saw a mysterious boy at the pet store while getting new fish, don’t you want to get to know him better?

wc: 3075

ENJOY 。◕‿◕｡

fish friends ♪～(´ε｀ )

you store blankly at your fish tank. you felt that your fish friends needed a new buddy. “do you guys want a new friend? because i think you need one.” you spoke to your fishes who obviously couldn't answer you back. you decided to go to the new pet store to go check out what fishes they had. you have been wanting to get Sterba’s corydoras for so long. you had three Angelfish and two Apistogramma.

it was 12 and you didn’t have any classes so you got ready to go to the store. you put on a pale blue hoodie and denim jeans that were ripped at the knees. you quickly put on your favourite necklace, a few rings your best friend, who was also your roommate, Liz, got you for your birthday and you messily threw your hair up in a messy bun, secured with a sapphire blue coloured scrunchie. you grabbed your bag from where it hung off a rack and quickly left Liz a text that you were going out to the pet store and left the dorm.

you found out that the aquarium wasn’t far from your college and that you could walk to it, so you did. furthermore, the weather was windy and sunny so it wasn’t that hot. it was a 6 minute walk from your college to the aquarium but you got there faster than you thought you would.

you opened the door and peered in, you couldn’t see none in there but just looked at all the fish they had. you spotted a couple Betta fish, Goldfish and then you saw it, the Corydoras. they were so pretty with their shimmering silver spots that laid upon the black ones. you looked at them in awe, you were crouching down a bit, your eyes glistening and head slightly tilted until your time of daydreaming was interrupted. “are you gonna buy them or what.” a guy coldly asked. you looked up to see a boy with long brown hair with a red, dark blue and cream gingham patterned hoodie tied around his waist, slumping against the wall between the tall racks of fishes. “sooo, are you?” he asked, again. you hadn’t realized that you didn't say anything in response to him, you were busy analyzing his looks. “oh sorry, but yeah.” you managed to stammer. “ok cool, just come to the front when you're done.” you were gonna thank him but he had left before you couldn’t even blink.

you called the boy from the counter and told him you knew huh fishes you wanted. “hey, i know which fish i want” you said which got him immediately off of his phone, and into the back store. he came back with bags of water and a net. he fished out the ones you picked and plopped them into their bags. when you got to the register, he started talking again, “you like corydoras?” he asked while tying the bags. “mhm, do you have any fish?” you only continued the conversation because if not, it would make the whole time he took to tie the bags even more awkward than it would’ve been if he hadn’t started the small talk. “yeah, corydoras are my favourite actually. i have cardinal tetras too.”

”oh, i had cardinal tetras as a kid.”

“hmmm,” the boy purred, “that’s cool. anyway, here are your fish.” you paid, thanked him and left.

you came back home and greeted your fish. “hi my babies! got you your new siblings.” you giggled. you left your fish to acclimate and in the meanwhile, Liz came back. “hey girl! you got your fish?”

”mhm! they’re acclimating right now”

“take good care of ‘em, i’m gonna go take a shower, i’m exhausted.”

you let your new fishy friends into the tank after doing the last few steps. you were happy that they were all getting along. you took a picture of your new addition to your collection and posted it on your story. you were very happy with your newest purchase. the rest of your day was as basic as they usually were. you and Liz met up with Gaeul and ate dinner together at Gaeul’s place and when you guys got back it was already late. you showered, finished some homework and went to sleep.

you and Liz left your dorm together even though you both had different classes. when Liz left you for psychology, you caught up with Rei, she was your buddy for combined sciences. “hey babe, saw you got some new fish? they are so adorbs!” Rei was a sweet girl who had a lot of style, she sounded like a mean girl but she really was the kindest girl you had ever met. “oh yeah, the dude at the store was so cold about it but it's fine, my babies are the cutest.” you both chatted away about clothing brands, jewelry and whatever you both could think about.

you both got into the lecture hall and sat down in your usual spot. you both were always the first in class but today, that changed. you saw the guy that sat in the back rows of the hall, it was the guy from the aquarium. but today, he wore clear framed glasses. he was bus staring a his laptop, probably watching a documentary about fishes when Rei started to talk to you about him. “ooh girl, did you just find your type?” she said in a whispered squeal. “Rei. hes the guy at the aquarium.” the word aquarium made him shoot his head up, away from the screen. “oh sh-” you were cut off when Rei grabbed your wrist. “girl don’t even lie, you think hes cute. don’t you?”

”is it that obvious… hes cute but uh, his personality is NOT it.”

more people started to rush into the hall so you and Rei were forced to shut up about the boy even though you could hear many people talking about him. he probably couldn’t. he was wearing his Marshall headphones and it blocked out most of the sound outside.

“ahem. quiet down everyone.” your professor boomed. “boy in the back row come down and sit closer to the stage please.” the boy from the aquarium realized that the man in the front was talking about him and grabbed his stuff and moved forward. “y/n, please move your bag off of the chair to make more space please.”

“oh, no its okay i can sit here.” he murmured

“don’t act dumb, Leehan. i know you don’t pay attention when you sit there.” Leehan, that’s his name. you dragged your bag onto the ground and he sat beside you. he obviously noticed that you were the girl from the day before and huffed. you took your laptop out and got onto notes, “don’t act as if i forced you into this class, dramatic much.” you typed and nudged Leehan’s side. he took out his laptop too and started quickly typing. “after tgis, we arw NEVER sittnf together agaib.”

“how do you even make four typos in a sentence of eight words…”

”stfu”

you giggled seeing how annoyed Leehan was. for the next hour, you took notes.

“we will be having a test on this on Thursday so please study on this topic.” oh looked at Rei while packing up “god, i’m gonna fail this test…” you whined. “you’re fine oh my gosh, you always score full marks. let's study later.”

you flopped onto your bed when you arrived home. you checked your phone to a few messages from an unknown number.

kim donghyun: “yo you’re y/n roght”

kim donghyun: “rigjt”

kim donghyun: “right”

you couldn’t tell who it was, but if you had to guess it would be Leehan. “mhm wru” you replied

kim donghyun: “so cold… it’s leehan.”

you: “why’s the email linked to your number called kim.donghyun@xxxxx.com?”

kim donghyun: “oh”

kim donghyun: my real name is donghyun but people call me leehan

you: oh okay

Rei came to your dorm because Gaeul and her boyfriend were hanging out. you both studied for 5 hours and Rei ended up just sleeping over. Rei snapped a picture of you in your pajamas and put it on her story.

the day of your test came, you were ready but nervous.

kim donghyun: y/n you aren’t here?

kim donghyun: lol enjoy missing the test

you: first time you haven’t made any typos

kim donghyun: shut up

you: i see u

kim donghyun: stalker??

you: i’m in the hall dumbass.

you finished the test with ease and so did Leehan

kim donghyun: how was it

kim donghyun: hrllo dude

you: how impatient are you

kim donghyun: how was it

you: good

you: easyyyy

kim donghyun: hope you fail.

when you got home you immediately fell asleep.

the next science class you had, you got your results back. you opened the results but covered it with it with your hand. “3, 2, 1” you and Rei said in sync. you took the cover off of the number. as Rei guessed, you got a full score, Rei got a 37/40 which was very good as well. you high fives each other in excitement. “by the way, i heard that there’s a party later today, wanna go? maybe you’ll find a man” she said with a wink. “hmm, sure.”

kim donghyun: what did you get

kim donghyun: yo

kim donghyun: hellooooooo

kim donghyun: planning to go to a party but won’t even respond to me 😐

you: impatient… this is why you don’t have a gf.

you: full marks duhh

you: i’m going to the party btw i don’t usually go but yolo 😇

kim donghyun: don’t you have a crush on me though

you: you’re cold and impatient

you: what do you think

you: wait i’m gonna change your name brb

you changed his contact from “kim donghyun” to “leehan ⏰”

leehan ⏰: what’s my contact

leehan ⏰: lmk

you: it’s “leehan ⏰”

you: what’s mine

leehan ⏰: “y/nie 🤏”

you: 🤢

leehan ⏰: don’t liee i know you like it

leehan ⏰: your blushing rn

you: i’m not ur just delusional

you: gn i’m going to sleep

leehan ⏰: goodnight cutie

you read the last text Leehan has sent and slept thinking about it continuously.

you woke up and got ready for the day. today, you were going out with Gaeul. her boyfriend was coming too and his best friend as well. you guys were going to a mall so you put on your pink fluffy dice Stussy hoodie and cargo pants. you sprayed vanilla body spray, put on a necklace and light pink chunky rings, put on your pink MISBHV purse and fled out the door. Gaeul and you were going together, her boyfriend and his friend were also going there together.

“oh my gosh girl! literally cutest outfit ever.” Gaeul pipped

“thank you so much babe! you’re literally gorgeous.”

you got into Gaeul’s car and she started diving to the mall.

you finally reached after not too long of a drive. “oh! Sungho is also here!” you looked out of the window to see a car parked next to Gaeul’s. you waited for this friend of Sungho’s to come out. “oh. my. god.” you said under your breath. “what’s up?” Gaeul asked in confusion.

“LEEHAN IS SUNGHOS BEST FRIEND?”

“yeah! you know him?”

“i wish i didnt.”

“c’mooonnn, we have to see them sooner or later anyway…”

“oh my god, fine.”

you crawled out of the car and saw Sungho and Leehan waiting for you both to get out of the car. “oh my god.” you could hear the fish boy whisper to Sungho, “hm?” Sungho hummed like Gaeul liked to do, cute, he must’ve picked it up from Gaeul you thought to yourself “isn't that, y/n? she’s so pretty…”

“you like her huh?”

the conversation ended as soon as you both caught up to them. “hi babe!” Gaeul went into Sungho’s arms and hugged him. while they were busy talking to each other, Leehan stepped towards you,

“so we meet again?” he murmured.

“i didn't plan this, dramatic.”

“i didn't say i didn’t want to see you, your outfits cute.”

it was then that you realized you were wearing a matching hoodie with Leehan. you were going to say something about it to him but Gaeul and Sungho were done being lovey. “Gaeul. i’m matching with Leehan. are you serious right now?” you whined in a whispered scream. “you guys look cute AF together. so what's the problem? maybe you should get a bf.” she said it’s a smirk and you softly pushed her shoulder.

“yooo, are y’all dating or what?” Sungho queried. “huh?” you furrowed your brows, “what makes you think that?” you demanded. “i mean, the matching hoodies? similar interests? same classes? both seemingly not interested in dating anyone? what a coincidence” he debated. “when did i say i didn’t like anyone?” Leehan asked Sungho, “i don’t know, you said you were done with your hookups so…” Leehan slapped his hand over Sungho’s mouth and Sungho grabbed his hand off. “ow dude!”

”just shut up.” Leehan cooed, looking down. huh… hookups? you kept thinking to yourself. you kept it to yourself and pretended to not care about it but in the back of your head, you knew you were jealous that Leehan had been meeting up with other girls.

when you got back into your comfy dorm you immediately told Liz about this.

“HOOKUPS? WHAT.”

“he put his hand over Sunghos’s mouth before he could say anything.”

“this bitch is probably a player babe…”

”ughhh and to think i found THE ONE”

after your showered, you jumped into your bed and got onto your phone and obviously Leehan ha sent you texts. before you properly read the messages, you changed his name

dh: y/n

dh: let me explain please..

you: leehan you don't need to

dh: you seemed upset

you: do whatever you want

leehan POV ☆彡

you were 17 and dumb.in high school you started gaining popularity for your looks. many girls started to approach you and you decided to take advantage of your status. every week, you would have 4-5 days where you would bring a girl home, hangout with her and make out with her. when you hit 18, you realized how bad this was and finally stopped your hookups.

you felt so alone without anyone with you after school and needed someone. you hung out with some senior girls without them knowing you were playing with them all, and texted them with flirtatious texts. when Sungho told you how messed up this was, you felt guilty and told them that you didn't want to do this anymore.

y/n POV ☆彡

he went on to explain what Sungho meant by “hookups”. you understood where he was coming from and you felt a bit guilty.

you: i’m sorry leehan..

you: i don’t know why i cared so much

dh: it’s fine

↱ you: i don’t know why i cared so much

dh: jealous? 🫣

you: maybe? 🫠

dh: cute

dh: goodnight, pretty

you: goodnight han 🩵

dh: 💛

before you actually fell asleep, you changed Leehan contacts back.

han 💌: morning y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

han 💌: wgat nickname can i make for ypu?????????

you: morning han

you: hehe whatever you wanttt

han 💌: even princess?

you: if you wanttt 🤭

han 💌: anywayyy what's your dorm number????

han 💌: i wanna just hang out with you

han 💌: i miss you 🤕

you really did want to hang out with Leehan but you couldn’t give in so easily

you: we hung out yesterday??

han 💌: we THIRD WHEELED our best friends yesterday*

han 💌: number?????????????????????????

you: hmm

han 💌: what do you have to think about???? just give it to me ☹️

you: fineeee

you: room 400

han 💌: thanks pretty

han 💌: when can i come over?

you: hmmmm anytime after 5

han 💌: okayyy 😮‍💨

today, Liz wasn’t coming back to the dorm for the whole day so it wouldn’t interfere with whatever Leehan wanted to do. 5:03 was when you heard a ring on your dorms doorbell. you peered into the peephole to see Leehan. you opened the door and welcomed him in. “hi pretty, your dorm is pretty.”

“awh, thank you Han”

“my nickname? cute”

his hair was a bit curled and he wore his glasses. he was wearing a black leather racer jacket, a dark blue shirt underneath it and black jeans. “you look cute with wavy hair!!” you said with a smile that accentuated your cheeks. Leehan pinched your cheek as you smiled. “cutie” he took off his jacket and hung it on your coat hanger. “so, what do you wanna do?” you asked him. “don’t know. i don’t mind anything really” he uttered softly.

you both ended up watching a movie in your room. the movie was 3 hours long and Leehan felt sleepy and rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. he was the one who made the first move so you felt bold. you sifted your hand through his soft hair. he pressed his cheek on your shoulder harder but soon requested more. “y/n, can i rest my head on your lap?”

you were wearing sweatpants even though if you were wearing shorts it wouldn’t have changed anything. “of course”. he slowly laid his head down onto your thighs and closed his eyes. “can you wake me up in half an hour? or whenever you feel uncomfortable, pretty” and he took off his glasses and put them onto you bedside table

“okay babe” you teased.

his eyes opened widely in shock.

he grabbed you by the jaw and brought his face to yours. “say that again for me?” he purred. you obligated, “babe…” you whined. he took the back of your neck and kissed you. you had been waiting for this moment ever since you saw him. you both stayed in this position for as much air you could hold. you pulled away to take a big breath of air and Leehan stopped as well. “you okay?” he asked sweetly. “yeah, i just haven’t kissed anyone before..”

“i’m your first kiss?”

“mhm…”

“i'll be your boyfriend too, then”

“please” you said with a giggle an gave him a peck on his lips

END (*´ω｀*)

thank you soso much for reading!

2 more au’s (nct 🤭) coming in the next couple of months!!

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Sneak Away | Black Noir x gn!reader (🍋-ish)

Anonymous asked: "You're seriously turned on right now?" with Black Noir 👉👈🥺

summary: you and Noir aren't keen on Vought's parties and press events - but at least you manage to sneak away.

tws: explicit mentions of sex, mentions of sexual situations, grinding, teasing, dirty talk, swearing

MINORS DNI

Noir often took you to Vought's parties and their stupid fucking press events, often finding somewhere to settle down for a few hours and to have you sat on his lap while he glared through his mask at anyone who walked past and looked at you for a second too long; he liked having you there with him, being able to hold your hand or to hear your voice was often a comfort to him, and he found that he was a little less anxious to be there when you were at his side.

Of course, there were a few times you had outright said no - like when you had to attend Homelander's birthday party, or when you had to spend any longer than two seconds with that vile prick - and Noir never held that against you; more often than not, he would text you about the event, sometimes laughing behind the mask when you cracked jokes about what a vile little cunt Homelander was. Noir appreciated that more than he could express. Sometimes, you would even let him borrow your headphones if they were charged, and he would listen to whatever it was that you were playing in that moment; Sabaton, Rammstein, Caliban, Skindred - they were the usual suspects. Sometimes a bit of Megan Thee Stallion and Stormzy was thrown in if you were in a particularly good mood - knowing that you were probably having a lot of fun always made him smile.

You hung onto Noir's arm as you resisted the urge to bang your head, having given one of him your earbuds and kept one to yourself, you could hear 'Tainted Love' by Sepultura above the distant chattering of everyone else in the main hall; you knew what was happening, Noir was escaping somewhere a bit more private with you, not exactly keen on attending some fucking stupid celebration that no one actually gave a shit about. What you weren't expecting, though, was for him to sit down with his legs spread, and to yank you down onto his lap, keeping one arm around you as he used the other to fish out his phone.

You copied, waiting eagerly for the message.

"You look so fucking good."

You couldn't help but to grin, leaning forward with your hands on the armoured plates that covered his chest, clearing your throat as you licked your lips. "I only cleaned up for you - you know that, right?"

Noir shifted his hips, making you gasp softly as you tried not to growl and to do it back; he was quick to type, swallowing thickly. "That's all it took?"

You shrugged, scratching the back of your neck as you moved around a little, only enough so that if he moved his hips again, you would definitely feel it more than last time. "Can you blame me? I've got a boyfriend who's so fucking hot that he doesn't even need to take his mask off to be more attractive than half the cunts here... and he's fucking teasing me."

A noise akin to a soft grumbling growl came from the back of his throat as the grip on your waist grew a little tighter and he pressed his forehead to that spot between your shoulder and your neck. The light of his phone screen danced across his mask as he carried on texting. "You're seriously turned on right now? Fuck, you're so needy."

"Only because it's too easy for you to turn me on," you murmured.

"So needy," came the reply. "All for me?"

"Always," you whispered. "It's only ever gonna be you."

Noir rolled his hips against you, pulling you closer again as he leaned back, tilting his head up so that he could see your eyes; if there was anything he enjoyed more than teasing you, it was looking into your eyes while he did it, and if you were honest, it was so fucking hot when he did.

His typing was growing a little quicker, his thumb moving faster across the digital keyboard as he tried to get the message to you as quickly as possible. "I could take you upstairs and fuck you against the windows for the world to see."

You could see that he was still typing, so you waited with baited breath and a growing urge to sneak away completely; to go find somewhere quiet with a locking door, where he could bend you over the nearest surface and he could fuck your ass so hard that you could only moan his name, cumming time and time again until you were overstimulated and begging.

"I could bend you over and fuck that pretty little ass until you cum against the fucking window. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You nodded, a whimper coming from your lips as you finally let yourself go a little, grinding down against his lap. "Please... Noir, take me upstairs and fuck me."

Noir nodded, letting you go. "Come on. I know how we can sneak away."

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Finding Out

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Word Count: 2530

Warnings: Fluff, Sick Reader, Hiding a Pregnancy from Spouse, Insecure Reader, Scott being the best, Language, Angst, Talk of blood and urine tests,

A/N: This is Part 1 in the Adventures of Baby Evans Series. I wrote Surprise! for Chris’s 40th birthday, that is actually going to be part 2 of the series. I know this is a lot backwards, but I didn’t think about it until after I wrote the birthday post.

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For the past week you have been waking up feeling nauseous. You would wake up in the middle of the night, when the feelings started bubbling up inside you. Not wanting to wake Chris you wouldn’t use the master bathroom; you would go down the hall and use the other one. You would make sure to clean everything up before heading back to bed.

You were trying to think what it could be. You were really hoping that you didn’t have Covid, that was still lingering around. You don’t know if you and Chris would be able to be away from each other for the ten days or longer. That would also mean that Chris would have to cancel everything for his birthday. Not that he would care about that, he would be more worried about you.

Later that day you went to the doctor’s office, they had you take a rapid covid test, just to rule it out. Once it was done you went to wait in your car until you got your results back. When you got your negative results, this made you worry a little more.

After getting your results, you went to the store to pick up something for lunch, as well as something for your stomach. As you were walking down the medicine aisles, something caught your eye. The little white and blue box was just sitting on the shelf. It was as if the box was taunting you.

There is no way… Right?

You stare at the box for what feels like an eternity. You did a mental count down before snatching it off the shelf and heading to check out.

Once you were out to your car, putting the stupid box into your bag. You drove home, when you pulled into the driveway you didn’t see Chris’s car, so you were a little relieved. You quickly gathered all of your bags and headed inside. You put things away and pulled the box out of your bag, before heading upstairs to your bathroom. You followed the instructions, then set a timer.

When it was close to the timer going off, you heard your front door open and Chris yelling for you.

“Honey! I’m home!”

When you didn’t respond, he walked up the stairs calling for you again. Seeing the bathroom door closed, he walked over and knocked on the door.

“Honey are you in there?”

“Yeah, I will be out in a minute.” You were able to keep your voice even, which surprised you because of how nervous you were.

“Okay, I’m going to go outside with Dodger for a little while.”

“Cool, I’m going to make lunch when I’m done in here.”

“Oh, do you want any help?”

“No, just go have fun with Dodger.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You heard him leave and start heading down the stairs when your timer went off. You started thinking about if you were ready to have a baby. You know Chris wants to have kids; you guys have talked about it a few times.

Now that you were sitting in your bathroom, waiting to find out if you are pregnant. You were starting to second guess everything. You let out a sigh before picking up the stick. Your other hand moved to cover your mouth to muffle the noise you made.

PREGNANT.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Your heart was beating a little faster and you had butterflies in your stomach. All of the worries you had moments ago, just melted away. You set the stick down and started fanning your face to try and stop all of the happy tears from falling.

“Oh wow.”

You start laughing, once you had composed yourself. You hid the test so Chris wouldn’t find it. Now you have to figure out how to tell him, but first you wanted to make an appointment with your doctor to be a hundred percent. You didn’t tell Chris just in case it was a false positive.

You quickly went about your day like you just didn’t find out life changing news. You made lunch for you and Chris, then you spent the rest of the day as a lazy day, Chris and Dodger were all for that.

A few days later, you were at your doctor’s office. After getting checked in and called back, your mind kept going in circles. You heard a knock on the door that pulled you out of the useless thoughts you were having. The door opened and your doctor’s head popped in with a smile across her face.

“Hello Y/n. I heard a congratulations is in order.” She walked in and started pulling up your file on her computer.

“Well, that’s what I’m here to find out for sure.”

You were trying to not get your hopes up just in case you weren’t pregnant. You really couldn’t sleep last night, you were tossing and turning for a few hours. Eventually you ended up getting out of bed so that you didn’t wake up Chris. You didn’t go back to bed until the early hours of the morning, when Chris came down the stairs to find you laying down on the couch.

“Well, there are a few ways we can do this. The most obvious would be a run of the mill pregnancy test, but I’m guessing that you already did that. Then there is a urine test, or a blood test. The blood test usually take a few days to get the results back. The fastest test is the urine test which only takes two to three minutes. They are both ninety nine percent accurate, so it comes down to a matter of preference. Some women choose the urine test because its faster or they don’t like needles. Then there are women that take the blood test because they don’t want to pee into a cup.”

“Okay, I’m okay with the urine test. I want to know as soon as possible.”

“Then let’s get this started.”

She went to the cabinets to look for the infamous cup. After she wrote your name on the cup, she handed it to you. She had you follow her to the bathroom just down the hall. Once you were done, you put it into the little window and headed back to the room you came out of.

After what felt like forever, your doctor came back into the room with her computer cart. She greeted you once again, before she typed away at her computer to pull up your results.

“Okay, let’s see here.” You were practically bouncing in your seat. “Well Mrs. Evans, it looks like you are in fact pregnant.”

She looked over to you with a smile on her face, only for it to fall. You were slightly in shock, even after taking the home test you still couldn’t believe it.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” She moved over in front of you.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy sigh. Your eyes started tearing up, you brought your hands to your face. You let out a small laugh and you couldn’t keep the smile from your face. “I’m gonna have a baby.”

“Yes, you are. You are gonna be a momma. Let me see if we can get you an ultrasound and find out just how far along you are.” She started typing into her computer. “Well, there are a few options. There is one that is two weeks from now.” She looked to you.

“That’s not going to work. I will be out in California for work in just over a week.”

“Okay. Then there is only one option, unless you want to wait till you come back. You could even go to a doctor out there for the ultrasound.”

“No, I would rather have it done here, and I don’t want to wait. What is the only option that I have?”

“In about ten minutes from now.”

“Oh.” You were a little bit shocked that that was even an option. “Okay let’s do that. Can we also make an appointment for June 14th? I’m gonna try to be back in town for my husband’s birthday on the 13th, I want to surprise him for his birthday.”

“Okay, we can do that. If you can’t make it just call and let us know.”

“I will.”

She quickly called down to have one of the ultrasound machines ready for when the two of you went down there. She grabbed you a pair of scrubs for you to change into. Once you were ready to go, she walked you to the room where the ultrasound tech was waiting.

“Hello Mrs. Evans.” She had a smile on her face as you entered.

“Hello.”

“I’m going to have you come and sit on this bed so we can get started.”

You followed her instructions. She moved the bed into a laying down position. She asked you to lift your shirt up just a little bit, so she could put the gel on your stomach. She did give you a warning that it would be cold. Even with the warning you still jumped a little.

“Okay let’s see your baby.”

She put the ultrasound camera onto you, moving it around to find your baby. When she did you could hear a loud and fast pounding. You looked at the monitor, you saw what you could only describe as a peanut shape blob. The ultrasound tech pointed to it.

“There’s your baby. From the size, I would say that you are about eight weeks along.”

You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you were handed a tissue.

“I’m going to print a few photos for you, and we can get you out of here.” She grabbed some paper towels to wipe off the gel.

“Thank you.”

After a few minutes, you were able to collect yourself and head home. Now that you had a one hundred percent confirmation that you were pregnant, you were already thinking of ideas to surprise Chris with the news. The problem is that you have to leave in just over a week to go back to California to do reshoots. So, once you were home, you decided to get your partner in crime involved.

“Hello?”

“Hey Scott. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up for a late lunch today?”

“That sounds amazing. I finally get to hang out with my favorite sister.”

“You better not let Carly and Shanna hear you say that.”

“It’s fine, I’m sure they already know it.”

“I don’t think they do, but okay. So how about we meet in a half hour at our favorite place?”

“Absolutely, I will see you soon. Bye.”

“Bye.”

You quickly got ready to go meet Scott. When you were about to put your shoes on Chris comes around the corner.

“Hey Beautiful, where are you headed off to?”

“Hi handsome, I am going to go have lunch with your brother and then go run some errands before I have to leave for LA.”

“Oh ok. Have fun, but not too much fun. I know how much trouble you two are when you get together.” He walked over to you leaning down to bringing you into a sweet kiss.

“Hey!” You give him a light smack on the chest. “We are not trouble. You are the troublemaker here Mr. Evans.”

“Only because you corrupted me Mrs. Evans.”

“You are such a dork.” You laughed. “Alright, I will talk to you later.” With that you left the house.

You don’t know why you were nervous. Chris’s family have been pestering the two of you for years now, on when you were going to have kids. Scott and Lisa were the main ones, but this feels different for some reason.

You beat Scott to the little café; you grabbed a table to wait for him to show up. It wasn’t too long of a wait. You were looking up ideas on your phone when you heard your name being called.

“Y/nn.” Scott squealed, you got up to hug him. “It has been too long.”

“Hi Scott, I know we really need to hang out more when I come back from California.” The two of you sat down.

“Yes, we should. So, how have you been?”

“I have been good.” You gave him a soft smile. He gave you a slightly worried look.

“Okay, not that I don’t love the impromptu lunch dates. Believe me I do, what’s going on?”

“You know me too well Scotty.” You let out a sigh, as you looked away from him.

“Come on, out with it.” You looked back to him.

“I’m pregnant.”

The look on his face was absolutely priceless, it caused you to start to tear up. The amount of joy that he had was astounding. He let out a squeal before getting up to hug you. You leaned back slightly and pulled the ultrasound photo out of your purse and handed it to him.

“Oh my gosh! That’s amazing!” He let you go to sit back down; he was just staring at the photo. After a few seconds he looked up with a confused look. “When did you guys find out? Wait Why is Chris not here too if you were going to tell me?”

“He doesn’t know yet.” You looked down at the table.

“What?!”

“Scott, I just found out. I know this is going to sound stupid, but I don’t know if he wants kids right now. Especially with everything going on, I don’t want it to add to his stress level. I mean its not like we haven’t talked about it before, and we weren’t even trying. I just…”

“Y/n hunny, stop.’ You stopped and looked up at him. “Let me tell you something. My brother wants to have kids with you, he isn’t going to care when it happens. In his own words “Chris wants to be a daddy.” This caused you to giggle. “I hate that I just said that, but he loves you and he is going to be over the moon when he finds out you’re pregnant. He has told me and ma many times that he can’t wait to be a dad. At one point he was talking to us about how he was afraid to ask you if you guys could start trying.”

“What? No, he didn’t.”

“He did, you can ask Ma.”

“Thank you, for being here for me. I know that that was completely irrational, and I’m sorry.”

“You’re welcome and no it wasn’t. Now let’s get some food and talk about how you are going to tell Chris.”

“Yes, I am starving.”

For the next hour, the two of you were talking about what you should do. Once you settled on an idea that you really liked, you put that plan into motion. When you had ordered part of the surprise you made sure to send it to Scott just so Chris wouldn’t know anything about it.

Now you just needed everything to work out on the film side so that you can make it home for Chris’s birthday.

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Tg boys reactions to an artist s/o?

TG Boys w an Artist GF HCS

Hi Love,

Lol, I realized now that you said reaction when I made hcs. I guess I got really excited. Anyways I hope you like it.

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Kaneki:

He likes watching you make things with your hands and he likes to join you.

Even if he doesn’t have a clue of what he’s doing.

He really likes it when you make mugs so that you two can use them for coffee.

You once made him a really nice-looking one for his birthday so he really cherishes it.

Ken also likes the doodles you paint on them since they look so pleasing.

You also probably like making aesthetic and minimalist vases which he likes to put on the coffee table you both have or somewhere on a counter of your apartment.

If people come over and like the vase, he will be excited to tell them that his girlfriend made them.

Ken even likes it when you sculpt random things too.

Hide:

Omg he’s thrilled to see your work every single time as a cake decorator.

Like he brags about your work all the time.

At first you did it for fun but he advertised you so much that you got a job for it.

He looks forward to parties and birthdays because he gets to see your work.

He sometimes will just watch you pipe and he’s just an awe like a child.

Would never critique bc he doesn’t know how to do anything he just praises your work.

When it’s his birthday you have to go all out mostly cause he just likes seeing your creativity.

He finds it interesting.

And he likes seeing you in an apron, he literally bought you a custom one that says “I love Hide.”

Ayato:

Thinks it's cool, mostly cause he can. drink coffee and actually appreciate the work more.

He also likes it because it's something you do.

Let me be clear if his sister was a barista he could give less of a fuck.

It also causes you to put a lot of time into it.

And he likes it if you make a personalized design for him.

He's not a huge fan of the heart doodles that much.

Cause he thinks they're "girly".

So he prefers designs like the realistic cat.

In general, if his girl is an artist he's not that big on it because he literally cannot do any form of art whatsoever.

So he barely gets the point and only admires you bc he's obsessed with you and no one else.

seriously he has a one-tracked one and is very picky.

Yomo:

Like Ayato he doesn't really understand art nor can he do it.

But unlike him, he will admire the works of others since it's something he can't do.

Even if he wouldn't admit it.

Though if there's one thing you both know he likes your photographs.

I mean you even take pictures of the two of you or just him and it looks great!

You pin them in the room and he thinks all your photos look perfect even if you don't think so.

One of your favorite things is to take pictures of him, like the left photo, rather than taking pictures of yourself.

Because of your photography skills and influence, he kinda learns a little bit about lighting and angles and how to use a camera.

Since he cares about you a lot tho, he would probably buy you one of those expensive cameras that you've always talked about.

Even if you do things with film he's interested and willing to see your works.

Uta:

Ohhh two artists, the studio isn't big enough for the both of you.

Well, that is when Uta gets competitive anyways.

It's not always, but sometimes he wants to challenge you about art.

"Let's see who's better at tattoo art." He'd say.

"Uh, no fair. That's your thing, Uta." You'd point out.

"That's the point, babe or should I say, amateur." He'd smirk making your mouth agape.

"Hey!" You'd exclaim.

"What's the matter? You gonna lose?" He'd tease.

You'd grow competitive yourself after here this, "Oh you're so going down, loser!" You'd giggle before getting the materials for the task.

It's always such a battle to win, it's mostly cause he's good but also fast. He is probably much faster than you because he does it as a job.

"Hah! Done before you in record time." He'd smirk, rubbing it in your face while you looked at him with your arms crossed. Completely annoyed by him.

Sighing you'd ask, "Okay, what do I have to do?"

He'd look at you with a playful smirk, "Ohhh can you guess?"

You'd look at him biting your lip before saying, "It's that three-letter word isn't it?"

He'd laugh, "You're good at being the loser in this game, you know?"

You'd playfully hit him, "Shut up!"

In general, though, he likes your art work.

But he has a habit of kissing you when you're trying to paint so you sometimes mess up.

Or rather you can't finish the piece because he's keeping you busy with other activities.

But you're the same with when he's working so it's fair.

You've learned to pull him away from work since he does it to you.

You two have paint fights.

Also, he likes seeing you pin up the art bc its an excuse for him to look at your butt.

Gosh, I need more of an exclusive ask for hcs with him just to write more about an artist gf. So I'm cutting it here lol.

Furuta:

Music and dance, sort of both tbh.

Or either one.

But he'd probably like a girl who is a ballet dancer since they are graceful.

Believe it or not, he likes watching the plays, and if you were in one he'd definitely want to see it.

He also likes to help you stretch or watch you stretch.

Idk why but I get the feeling that he likes to help you put your ballet shoes on.

If you can play the piano he really likes it and could listen to the tunes you create all day long.

I also feel like he might have some experience with it so if he wants to teach you a piece he can put his hand over yours.

Rule number one about Furuta, you can never stop him from being sensual, even if you're hobbies. He always turns it into something unexpected.

Like it can't ever not be suggestive with him.

Even if he claims he's "helping".

Takizawa (ghoul):

He doesn't get involved in your work he just likes seeing the progress and finished product.

Though he can be bothersome with the shoulder kisses sometimes.

Your paintings are usually about both of you and he really likes them.

You spend a lot of time on them and so afterwords he likes to frame it even if you tell him the piece isn't that good.

If you ask for advice he gives some but mostly he's usually just derailing you.

When it comes to picking flowers he gets more involved.

Though still, he likes when you do it because its a hobby of yours.

The habit really started when he bought a vase that you really like for your place with him.

Though he's not a very colorful person he likes seeing light up the place.

The only thing sei will do for sure is take care of the flowers when you're busy.

He may not share the same feelings with you about your hobbies but enjoys making you happy.

I mean you're all he has so you're the most important person to him.

And all he wants is for you to be happy.

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Into Another World - Mha x Reader

Chapter 2: Quirk & News

A/n:

Back from school, here is the next post from this fic.

Key

F/h - favorite hobby

H/c - house color

F/f - favorite food

B/d - birth date 

F/o - favorite object/thing (whatever you want your gift to be)

\\-I also will not have y/n have glasses because they don't seem to be a big part of the story at all, but feel free to add them or just change and picture y/n however you'd like to!-//

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My parents scheduled an appointment to check out my quirk that manifested a few days ago at school.  After school that day, i said 'good bye' to Shinsou and when we finally arrived home, I got one of my notebooks and began to make my training schedule. I was never really athletic in my old world. Mostly because I was in f/h and found it more enjoyable. But now, since I actually do have a chance to become what I always fantasize about being a hero, I'm not going to be stupid and let that chance go. Even thought I might not be a great hero with these wings, but ill try.  

And so with that thought in mind,  I made the schedule and made it all work out. In the mornings, I'd go to school up until I have to go home at 2:30 pm.after getting picked up and dropped off at home as my parents did their own thing, I go outside in the backyard of our h/c home and start doing the basics like push ups, curl ups, running around the yard and some other stuff. I also began to practice summoning my bee-like wings, but I see them more of a hornets than a bees. This happened for about two days after my training, I successfully was able to summon my wings at will. After finally succeeding, I took a short break and finished off my training. 

"Y/n! Come in and eat dinner!" called out my mom from the open backdoor.   'Talk about good timing' I think as I make my way indoors, wash my hands, and sit down at the dinner table. My dad just walked into the kitchen as he greets my mom with a kiss on the lips and me with one on the forhead. He sat down as mom began to serve both of us and then herself dinner, which was f/f as she looked at me and asked a question.

"Y/n, what would you like for your birthday? You know b/d is coming up. Any theme you want?" "Its coming up faster than I realized....but I'm not so sure about a theme yet. But, could I invite Shinsou over for it?", taking a bite out of my food as I asked my mom that question as she just nodded in agreement. 

" I think that's a great idea for you to invite him y/n! Don't you think?"  My father nodded as he agreed to the idea of it. "I think its a good idea so that y/n can interact and have connections with other children her age other than us." I smiled at their response, my old parents would never let a boy come over at all for anything. So naturally, I was excited and so I clenched my fists together and threw them up in the air as I slightly cheered. The second I did, there was a sudden sound of something like knifes running against each other and that's when I felt warmth on knuckles.

The silence is so loud that you can hear a pin drop.

I bring down my hand to observe the damage.

Where my knuckles used to be, there seemed to be long black spikes tearing through my skin. As I stared at it, my mom was screaming at my dad to get the car keys  while my dad was scrambling to find them.

Looking at my clenched up hand, I unclenched it and the spikes seemed to go back into my hand. I repeatiningly clenching and unclenching my hand as I stared at the spikes going in and out, that's when I felt myself being carried into the car and finally seemed to understand where we were going to. 

One hospital trip later

"So that is part of her quirk?" asked my worried mom aswe sat in front of a quirk specialist as he explaine the situation tomy parents and I. "Completely positive ma'am, as you can see here in her genes, she carrie your quirk genes.. So whenher first quirk appeared to be hornet wings, it came from your genetics and your relatives before you. As for the spikes, it also may come from your side of the family because bees have stingers and such. For the fathers side, I suspect there to be some sort of shrinking and or enlarging quirk to appear sometime now and towards your 5th birthday but if it doesn't than you won't inherent it at all. Did I cover all your questions ma'am?"

Looking over at my parents, I notice that their still trying to process all the information that the doctor had just told them. After finally being able to comprehend everying, my mom nodded as my dad thanked the doctor for everything and said their good byes as we left the hospital. 

Once in the parking lot, we got into the ca and close the doors behind us. As my mom drove us back home the silence was too loud. I don't think they like my quirk very much at this point. And so to break the ice, I began to talk.

"Hey mom, dad, are you guys okay?"

"Yes y/n,we're fine, just a little shocked about tour quirk is all." replied back my dad as my mom nodded along with his response.

Feeling that they didn't want to be asked anything else, I kept quite as I stare out the window asthe sky began to get gloomy with gray clouds covering up the sky.

Finally arriving back home, I went up to my room to get ready for bed since it was already 9:54 pm, and I had school the next morning as well. As I close my door, lay on my bed, and close my eyes, I don't realize the conversation that my parents have downstairs, for the better or worse, I don't think I want to know.

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The following day I go to school on a regular school bus because both my parents had to leave to Tokyo for business. And now here I am by a stop sign, waiting for the bus to come by and pick me up until I heard someone walking towards where I was. As I turn around to see the person, I see Shinsou. I smile and wave as he stands next to me.

"Toshi hey! How's it going?"  "It's too early for school. I wanna go home"

'Mood' I think as he just says that statement plainly.

"Why are you here anyways? I don't see you come onto the bus at this stop.", he questioned me as I replied back.

"My parents are both in Tokyo so I couldn't get a ride to school. So I'm taking the bus. Do you always take the bus Toshi?"

"Ya I do, my parents both have jobs too so I get it.", he said as we both heard a loud vehicle come up towards us, the bus.

In my old world, the school bus was a war zone. You either survived or you didn't, thankfully I survived but left with scars. I shiver at the thought and get on the bus as Shinsou gets on behind me.

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" So, your telling me that you just not only got your quirk the first day, but two days later you find out you have more?" "I don't have more than one quirk Toshi, it's all just one quirk and plus, having more than one quirk is impossible.", of course I told Shinsou about my quirk mishap, I mean, he was my only friend so it made sense to tell him. But of I lied to him in my response, it is possible to have more than one quirk, but I'm not about to tell Shinsou about All For One and One For All.

" Well, I guess your lucky then, you can be a great hero with the quirk you have. What's it even called?" He asks a he looks back at me from staring at the clouds. "Oh, my quirk is called Hornet, since my wings and stingers resembles more to a hornets than it does with a bee or wasp. But hey! Your quirk is awesome too! We can both become heroes together, okay?", the day I got my quirk, Shinsou told me that he got his after that day and has a Brainwashing quirk. After he got it he seemed to be happy about it but a bit discouraged because it wasn't as flashy a most of the heroes quirks out there like Endeavor and All Might. 

" Whatever you say y/n" is all Shinsou said as we got up from the ground to head back into the classroom.

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Days passed and so did weeks, then months, and then years. Now i am 13 years old and in my second year of middle school with Shinsou. As time passed on, I kept up my schedule for school, training, and other things like hanging out with Shinsou and doing my own thin, like homework.

Since I was in high school before I died, I now a lot of these stuff and a lot more advanced things. But I didn't want to seem to smart from early on in this world because my parents would probably wonder how I learned things like the quadratic formula at the age of 3. So I kept my intelligence to a minimum, I got perfect scores while also getting a few things wrong at times. I still hang out with Shinsou durng and after school, but during school he gets bullied at times for his quirk by others. The other kids my age say that its a villain quirk and other nasty things while Shinsou just ignore them while I comfort him that it isn't a quirk fitted for a villain.

As for training, I've gained a lot more muscle than in my old world, although I did keep it to a certain minimum because I don't want to look too buff but not to weak-ish eaither, I'm somewhat in the middle while being able to lift a lot of heavy thing, run far, and punch things with a great amount of my strength.  I've also trained my quirk till I almost drop dead, but I stop before I do actually feel like I'm about to die. I really don't feel like dying a second time around. I'm able to fly somequirk fast with my wings but not as fast as Hawks. My spikes, which I found out where stingers, can produce venom that can make someone pass out to eventually killing someone, but I have yet to try and produce enough of it to actually do anything remotely horrible. Lastly, I strengthed my shrinking and enlargeing part of my quirk. Honeatly though, i still have to improve on that part of my quirk a lot because it takes up al lot of my energy whenever i try to shrink or enlarge myself. So I'll slowly start working on that. I then chuckled for a second as I remember the way I discovered it.

Flashback - age 5

It was finally my 5th birthday. For other kids my age, they'd be bubbling with excitement as it was time to finally figure out what quirk they would recive, assuming that they aren't going to be quirkless. But I didn't worry to much because I already have mine. Hearing someone knock on the door, I run downstairs and open it to find Shinsou with a gift in his handI tell

"Toshi! You can just leave the gift on the table and I'll take you to my room so we can play!" I say, not letting him even talk as I take the gift from his hands, set it on the coffee table in our living room, and lead him up stairs and towards my room. We both finally get yo the door to my room and I open it. My room wasn't too crowded and messy like some kids my age would be.

The walls were painted f/c while my bedsheets where in a bee hive design, which is from my moms company as she made it for me. I then had a table and chair by the window to do my homework, some lego sets here and there, books, sketch books, and on my bed were stuffed animals. A lot of them. I went up onto my bed as Imotioned Shinsou to sit beside me on it and he did.

I then picked 2 cat squish-mellos from the pile and gave one to Shinsou as he stared at it with stars in his eyes. "Why don't we play with these for a while?" 

We ended up playing for 2 hours straight until my parents called us down to open gifts and eat cake. Shinsou and I got down and entered the kitchen, as we both sat down, Shinsou handed me my present.

"Happy birthday y/n. I hope you like it.", he says as I already ripping off the wrapping paper. Asi took the remaining of the paper odd, I saw that it was a box and so I opened it to reveal f/o. My eyes sparkled and widen as I looked at it, I once asked my parents for this when we were at a mall near by buy they said that it cost way to much, and when they say its a lot of money. Trust me, its a lot of money to get a hold of one, so when Shinsou gave me what I wanted, I was exploding with happiness.

" Thank you so much Toshi!"I exclaimed as I put the gift down to give him a hug. After Shinsou and I hugged eachother, my parents say that it's time to cut the cake and so we did. They sang 'Happy Birthday' and we ate some cake. By now, Shinsou and I decides to play a game of hide and seek as his parents and mine are talking to each other at the kitchen table. Shinsou counted first while I hid. 

I decided to go upstairs and hide behind this enormous teddy bear on my bed and as I finish getting in place, I hear the door open.  I shut my eyes tight as I hear footsteps approach my bed and suddenly, I feel the stuffed bear being thrown out the way. 

"I thought she'd be here.." Shinsou said to himself. 

What? Is he playing around with me? You know, since my eyes were closed there's a thing that's called 'if I can't see you, you can't see me' type of thing so maybe that's what he's doing? 

"Toshi, stop making fun of me. I know you can see me right now." I say as I open my eyes to find that Shinsou had become a giant, literally a giant. I hear the familiar buzzing notice of my wings and noticed that I was flying and, tiny.

"Holy shit I'm tiny!" I scream as I look at Shinsou to see if he heard me. He didn't hear me, he was checking my closet now and so I flew towards him and "landed" on his shoulder. I then cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted as loud as I could. "Toshi!! Im right here!! Can you hear me?!!"

Shinsou than turns around, seeming to hear the noise but dismissed it as he continued his search. I screamed for the next three times  untill I finally got his attention. He looked towards his shoulder and saw me standing on it. His eyes were wide open as he backed away from me but failed because I was on his shoulder.

"Y/n? Is that really you? Why are you small?" "Im not really sure how I got small!!! Maybe it's part of my quirk?!!", I shout at him as he brings his hand up to me and I hop onto it as he goes downstairs, Probably to show his and my parents.

As we reached the kitchen table, my mom began to question him. "Shinsou hey! Where is y/n at? Can't find her? " Um no that's not the problem Mrs. L/n. I did find her but...", he doesn't finish as he just shows my mom his Hans which is where I was, waving at her as she got up from her chair and neared it and shouted.

"Hi mom!!"

Lets just say, my mom fainted on the spot as Shinsou parents came to her side before shefell to the ground as my dad went to grab a cup of water.

My mom ended up waking up after 5 minutes while I finally managed to get myself to my normal size. Shinsou's parents asked if she was alright and such before she said that she was. Shinsou and his parents dismissed themselves and said their 'good byes' as I told Shinsou that I would see him next week for school. After they left, my mom sighed.

"I guess this is the other thing your doctor warned us about. You can turn small." "Ya, I can.", Itell her as she and my dad just sigh once more and bring A small smile to their faces.

" Just, promise you'll be carefull, okay?" I nod. "Okay, promise mom."

End of flashback

I smile to myself at the memory. It really was pretty weird the first time, but after some practice over the years, I got a good grip on doing it on command. As I finish up my trauning , since it was a Saturday, I went back inside to find that I have gotten a text from Shinsou, so I answer back.

[•Toshi•] Hey, wyd rn?

[Hornet] Hey Toshi! Nothing much, just finised up training for today and I'm taking a break. Wyd?

[•Toshi•] That's cool, and I'm not doing much either

Just taking care of Cornflake here.

I'm about to respond when my parents open the door. "Hey Jasmin, sweetie! Can you go get changed right now? Where going out to eat dinner tonight. We'll just change and leave okay?"

"Okay mom, sounds good. Let me just shower real quick and chanfe, ill be out in 10." I say as my mom just nods and I head up staris. Before I enter the shower, I grab my phone nd text back to Shinsou.

[Hornet] That's nice, tell him I said hi! I gtg rn, ttyl :]

I turn off my phone and put it on the counter as I enter the shower. As I'm taking a shower, I summon my wings and gently clean them with a soft sponge so that they aren't so dirty. Something I need to do at least twice a week from what my doctor told me.

I finally get out of the shower and decide to wear my chosen clothes. I grab my phone and ear buds and put on my shoes before I head out the door, lock it, and enter the car while closing the door behind me. 

The car ride is a peaceful type of silence until my dad decides to break it. "So, y/n, what did you do today while we were in Tokyo?" "Nothing much, just training and some other stuff." I respond back as we pull up to the restaurant. 

Inside the restaurant

We get a table and finally order our food. When we got our food we began to eat. We talked about random things like my moms work and dads office job. That's when they started asking me about my future plans. 

"Y/n, what do you want to be when your all grown up?", my mom asked as she took another bite of her food.

" Like I said before, I want to become a hero. You know, to save peoples lives and make it easier for them.", I responded back.

"Have you given any thought on which high school you want to attened? You only have a year left for Jr high, so you'll need to look into it. Especially if you want to apply for a hero one." 

"I have given it some thought on it dad, don't worry.", sometimes my dad can be a bit picky at times.

" oh well that's good, what school are you thinking?" "Oh, I was thinking UA, you know? Since all the top heroes like Miriko, All Might, and Endeavor went there."

"That's perfect honey! UA is a great choice to make since we'll be moving in a town close to the school! Musutafu is what ita called i belive, but its perfect for your next year of middle school and onto high school!", my mom excitedly said as I just sat there in shock.

"..... What?!"

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[coralinehecc]

Corals Monthly Update #3

HOHOHO!! FIRST BLOG POST OF 2023 AND I’M NEARLY 2 WEEKS LATE!!! Super sorry about the long wait! I’ve had tests recently and only got off of school like a few days ago haha! So! Welcome back to my monthly update on what I get up to in my life! Now, before we get into January, I, for the final time, have to tap back into the previous month. Curse past me for thinking the 21st was a good day to start doing these!!! ANYHOW! The rest of December and early January were a BLAST! But lemmie talk about what happened after I made the last update. CHRISTMAS!! I had a great time with my family and I got a bunch of fluffy things cuz that’s apparently the easiest thing to get me now. We also had dinner on Christmas day with my Grandparents like every year. Over-all that day was very fun! I even got drunk playing Minecraft which was funny for everyone in VC. The next few days weren’t anything exciting, however my brother Finn had a bunch of his friends over for his birthday which was chaotic. But the excitement picks back up on the 28th! BECAUSE SKYE AND VI CAME OVER FOR NEW YEARS!! We’ve been planning this since like, June, so it was awesome seeing them again! We did all kinds of stuff from shopping to playing some awesome games! (I am now chronically addicted to Ultra Kill thanks guys)

We even did some baking! Here is our glorious creation I dubbed, “The Jimothy”. 

Overall the rest of December was awesome! I’m glad I got to celebrate New Years with my besties! Overall, I’ll give it a 10/10! Best way to end 2022 >:D Here’s a few more misc photos hehehhehe

NOW! FOR JANUARY!! January started off still vibing with the guys. However they would then go home on the 4th which sucks. But before that, both Skye and I spent a lot of money on consoles that are almost as old as ourselves. They bought a fucking PS Vita and I got a motherfucking Wii. We both had fun with em and I even helped Skye homebrew their Vita since I wanted to put PebbleCD on it (I failed but shut uuup) But yea, sadly the guys had to go and it sucked! But I still had a great time. There’s a bit of a gap here right up until the 12th, where finally, the big event happened. CAREY IN THE HOUSE WENT LIVE!! I had finished it a few days prior but figured I’d build up hype by posting it on that Friday. AND IT SURE WORKED! The video blew up faster than any of my videos before it! I am so happy the response has been overwhelmingly positive. I also love how the only main complaint that was common amongst people was that Careys exaggerated accent was annoying which, yea can’t argue against. For anyone wishing for more CITH content, I did a behind the scenes mega thread over on my twitter if you wanna have a deeper look into the production! I’ll even link it here:  https://twitter.com/Carey_Black_/status/1619731723352444928 Now, to move onto why it took me forever to make an update. My mock exams.. BUT BEFORE THAT!! THERE’S ALSO THE FACT THAT MR WULF AND I WERE ABLE TO ARCHIVE THE ORIGINAL EDDSWORLD BANG BOOM SPLAT PROJECT FILE!!

This all started because Wulf wanted to edit the credits for his arcade BBS build since I was helping him out and since I said SWF modding is hard he just casually asked Psycosis and after seeing his WIP cabinet, gave Wulf the FLA! So a current “BBS arcade version” is in the works by yours truly thanks to both the generosity of Psycosis and the fact that Mr Wulf is a fucking mad man who could stop global warming in a month if he wanted to LOL! Here’s Wulfs finished Cabinet btw!:  https://twitter.com/MrWulfOfficial/status/1622295302685315073 But yea, for real. My mock exams were a pain! For those outside of Ireland or have a different name for em, Mock exams are, well, exams that act like a practice run for your finals. They’re always harder than the actual finals and are usually graded stricter too! Why? Who knows! The Irish education system is a joke. I feel like I did somewhat ok in them anyway? Some were definitely worse than others but overall it was more of an inconvenience. I did get this really cool art piece out of it however.

Exams would later spill over into February and like I said at the start, I finished and got off school a few days ago. Overall, this month was about a 7/10. It was pretty good, especially in the Eddsworld department, but mocks and other personal tid bits I didn’t mention here dragged it down for me. Since February seems to be mostly me being off school, I hope this month will be better haha! Only time will tell! Thank you for reading! And I hope to see you next month!! (Hopefully on time too haha!) 

[liviavanrouge]

If I'm being honest out of all the relationships I wrote with Livia and other characters, her relationship with Silver is my most favorite. Not only does she genuinely care for him, she's always the first to be by his side. Silver does neglect Livias feelings sometimes because of him witnessing her death but he also genuinely cares about her.

Livias relationship with Silver is built on mutual respect, trust and bond. The two siblings trust each other immensely even though Silver still hides a few things from Livia. Silver was also the one to put in all of Livias information when he asked Headmaster Crowley to allow her to entry into the school, swearing responsibility for everything and anything she does. The information Silver handed over is partially true, Livias true birthday is September 30th, She is 16 years old, and her height and weight are also true, some of the other things Silver lied about. He had also contemplated on making Livias birthday be the day he revived her which would be May 6th, but decided to stick with her original birthday knowing Lilia wouldn't like that her birth date was lied about.

Silver tells Livia everything except how he really feels about her being around him, he'll tell her about his day and listen to how hers went in return, and would even play a few games with her. Despite Livia not being his original(Alive State), little sister and it's just her soul in a dummies body, he still doesn't like seeing her sad and will let his goofy side out to make her laugh or smile then would give her a tight hug. When he neglects her feelings because of his panic attacks and hyperventilation, he does take time to reflect on what he can do to be a better brother to his younger sister, and he will always wonder why she cares for him and why she always comes back whenever he pushes her away because of the event that he couldn't keep from happening.

Livia trusts Silver immensely, and has stated in her Apple Boa SR card that Silver is more important to her than anyone, he's the most important person in the world to her, because he brought her back, but she avoids the question Jade asks about how he brought her back, because she got distracted by an apple shaped clock she could get for her brother and bring to his room so he could wake up faster. In Livias Fairy Gala voice line card, she spills the beans on something that would probably spoil her dark side a little due to Malleus trying to teach her about what her personality was like but failing giving the girl a whole new personality, Livia goes and says,

"Hahahaha, very funny! Wait...it's not a joke.....do you want to die....I can make that happen."

Livias dark side was given a glimpse of during that moment, her expression changes from a beaming girl to an expressionless girl with one red eye(left eye). In Livias Apple Boa card we get another glimpse at her Darkside, this is what Livia ends up saying,

"Silver is the best Big brother ever! Hehehe, but if you harm him, missing person flyers are going up!"

And Livia says this with a smile on her face as well. It has been confirmed by Lilia that Silver is the only one that can actually control Livia without a threat being thrown his way. We get many more glimpses of Livias dark side through some of her voice lines, here's a few.

"Touch my brother and I'll feed your fingers to the wolves"- from Livias birthday voice line

"Me and Silver....we're gonna be together, forever....and nobody is gonna take my brother from me"-From Livias dorm Uniform voice lines

"STAY AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!!"-From Livias school uniform voice lines

Silver is unaware of Livias threats, but once he was there when she made one and warned her to not do it again. Livias obsession with Silver comes from him giving her some of his soul. When he transferred her soul to her dummy doll body, he also gave her some of his soul so she could be strong enough to possess, which in turn connects her to him a little causing the possessive side to form. Silver of course is unaware of this because Livia never snaps around him unless she was pushed over the edge. I am gonna be honest I based their relationship off of Pinocchio and his creator a little but made it seriously way more dark.

In the Diasomnia Arc we're gonna see Livias true personality. Her real personality is similar to the original Livias but she's way more intelligent, has a sharp tongue, makes sassy retorts and will throw insults at anyone speaking gibberish (Excluding Kalim, Azul, Epel, Ortho, Sheryn, Amber and Sean). She cares deeply for her friends and is actually quick reflexed and has a sharp intuition. Her ghost state is also almost gone, you have to shine a flashlight through her to see her fully. She confirms the others thoughts about Silver creating her, telling them that he made her a body to possess therefore confirming that in a way she was a haunted doll but a slightly good one.

At the end of the Diasomnia Arc, after Livia is revived, we see Livia talking with Silver who apologizes for being a shitty brother but she forgives him saying that she was quite the shitty sister if she didn't notice how much he was really hurting and he was right in front of her, which makes them both laugh. We see the two siblings together less often, but it's confirmed that they're still as close as they were before, but you can find them walking in the hallway to classes together, doing homework in the library, or sword training in the courtyard. Silver is glad to have his sister back...but the only thing he is not glad for is that foul mouth of hers when she starts cursing.

[mintmatcha]

Inevitable Things: chapter two

aizawa x reader fic

cw: aizawa x reader, cisfem reader, office AU, no quirks. no porn in first two chapters, sorry gang :)

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When you arrive at 8:35, all of the lights in the building are already on, a warm, yellow hued light against the stormy sky. The exterior almost melts into the overcast; it makes you think of that ‘bye-bye blue' that Disney coined for its buildings, only much more depressing. Sometimes you look at this build and think about the hours of your life that it’s stolen, but not today. No, for once, you decide to have a good day. 

It’s your birthday, after all.

The dash across the parking lot is a bit wobbly, your heels catching the gravel and potholes. Mic had texted you last night to remind you to wear something special, since he and a couple other office friends were taking you out, so you had dawned the only pair of heels you actually liked: a red pair you found at a thrift shop years ago. The stilettos are a bit high and much too sexy for your taste, but there’s an unknowable something about them that you love. 

You did, however, forget your umbrella.

One of the interns is by the door, jacket pulled over his head to protect himself and his cigarette from the rain. Izuku, chubby cheeked and doe eyed, is shorter than most of his peers, with thick green curls that puff up and frizz in the humidity. For his stature, he’s surprisingly built; he and his boyfriend -no, fiance now- go to the gym together every morning and the hard work shows. You can’t help but notice the curve of bicep that flexes as he moves his arm back to his face.

“Good morning!” you call out. The weather is cool, so you wrap both hands around your special little birthday latte. Izuku seems unphased by the weather; he sniffles a bit as he pulls another drag, freckled nose wrinkling. The red stained rims of his eyes are stark against his tan skin. 

“Yeah.” He sucks in a breath, trying to keep his voice light and failing. His Southern draw sits heavy on his tongue. “Not quite.”

“Oh no, what happened?” Rain drives a shiver up your spine and so does the look in his eyes.

 “Like, okay, it was so-” He takes another thick pull and exhales it too quickly, coughing a bit as he talks. His ideas come faster than his mouth can handle. “First thing this morning-- well, actually, Ka-chan and I got here before anybody, so it wasn’t, like, first thing-first thing, you know? Anyway, like- thirty minutes after the first thing, when Mr. Aizawa arrived, he like, didn’t even set his stuff down before he told me to get into the conference room, which is crazy because he usually won’t do anything until you’re here and-”

“Izuku, focus.”

“I am focused-- these are important details! Mr. Aizawa pulled me into a conference room this morning and reamed me out. Incompetent: he called me lazy and incompetent, which is crazy because I do so much in this department! You wouldn’t believe it! And you know what Ka did? Laughed. He could hear it from the cubicle and he laughed, isn’t that awful? We’re getting married and yet he thinks it's okay to laugh at my misfortun-?”

“Wait, slow down,” you say. “Why were you yelled at?”

Izuku takes a dramatic gulp of air to slow himself, but it clearly does nothing. His finger twiddle the cigarette back and forth, ash falling to the puddle at his feet.. “He told me the work I turned in yesterday wasn't acceptable.”

It couldn't be the things you did. There’s no way; you’re smart -- well, okay, maybe not. You’re competent at least-- competent enough that you’ve done the reports previously without any complaints. 

“No.”

“It's my fault.” Izuku continues. His accent gets thicker when it’s holding worry, clipping words and rounding out other sounds. “I should have finished them myself, but Denki offered to help me out-- and I had a meeting with the wedding planner yesterday so I had to leave early; if i was late again I would have upset Mitsuki and I couldn’t upset Mitsuki again because she’s intense, like, way more intense that Katsuki ever is, so I’m a little terrified of her-”

Fuck. You can’t listen- you’re trying to focus on keeping your breakfast down. That was your work. You’re the one that made Izuku and Denki look bad.

“-Biomedical engineering. Why did I pick biomedical engineering? I should have chosen law school like Iida. That would have been a better career path.”

“What about Denki?” You interrupt his rambling and he seems to snap out of his panic loop. For once, he’s quiet. “What about Denki, Izuku?”

“Oh.” Izuku says. “Yeah. Well.”

He places the cigarette between his teeth and goes to suck, only to realize he’s hit the filter. With a tsk, he smashes the embers against the concrete side of the building, but doesn’t drop the butt, instead holding it in his palm. A trickle of rain runs down your cheek, just enough to make you shiver.

“Allegedly,” Now, he speaks too slowly, chewing on every word. “HR is working on his off boarding.”

Your body forgets how to breathe. The interns are all part of a specific college program- if they aren’t working, they don’t get credit towards their summer graduation. Because of you, Denki will not be graduating this spring-- in fact, he’s going to have to wait another full school year until he can apply for graduating again. Your head is spinning from the lack of oxygen and you have to manually force yourself to suck in a breath.

“He’s fired?” you ask, stupidly. 

“I’m not surprised, to be honest.” Izuku says. His pretty little curls are flattened now, heavy with wet. “This was his fifth big mistake and Mr. Aizawa is, well… he’s Mr. Aizawa. He doesn’t pull any punches.”  

“Oh, geez.” You want to barf. “Oh, no, oh, geez.” 

You’re ruining someone's life. One mistake and  you’ve fucked everything up. Tears prickle hot behind your eyes as you think; what are your options here? You can’t just let this happen. Your job is to fix things-- that’s the only thing you’re good for. Discussing this with Aizawa would be a dead end; he’d probably just fire you too. You need to go above him. 

“I’ll fix this,” you say, mostly to reassure yourself. You turn on your heel and march inside, a plan already forming in your mind. “Don’t worry.”

“Fix what?” Izuku calls after you. “Denki getting fired?”

You flash the security officer your badge, not bothering to turn around. There’s no time for that. The head of HR is usually punctual, so you only have a couple minutes before he arrives and sees the termination paperwork. It’ll take time to process, of course, but you’d rather fix this before it’s even reached that point.  You scramble to your desk and don’t bother to sit down before you’re picking up your phone and dialing. The number is posted on a little sticky note, right under ‘emergencies only’ written in big red letters. This… counts, right? This is an emergency in its own regard.

The line rings once, then twice. Then, it clicks. 

“Good morning.” The voice on the other side is unusually smooth, a clear timbre despite it all. In between words he takes long, drawing breaths, pulling through his nasal cannula. “Is my company? On fire?”

You laugh at that and you aren’t sure why. Maybe it’s the trill of fear in your gut, burrowing its way out anyway it can. “Good morning, sir. No, the building is still standing, luckily.”

“Please,"  he says, and you understand immediately.

“Yagi.” The informality of it all feels weird, even after all this time. He's the CEO and he wants you to address him like a friend. It’s been that way since you first started, but it still feels undeserved. “How are you?”

“I’m well.” Behind him you can hear the mumble of the television: a children’s show, you think. “My niece is visiting. So, I’ve been. Spending a lot of time. By the pond, feeding the ducks.”

He mentioned once that he had wanted children, but the company had taken up too much of his time. That memory makes your gut twist in a different way as you remember just how finite his time really is. 

“That sounds lovely.”

“It is lovely.” He pauses. Then, clears his throat. “Not that I’m. Not happy to hear from you, but… why are you calling?”

“Well, I-” You’re not sure where to start. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, swaying like you have to pee. “I made a mistake.”

“What kind of mistake?”  

“Not a company ruining one, but…” Oh, geez. Maybe you'll end up being the one without a job today.  “I finalized some work for the engineering department interns and it wasn’t up to standard. And the manager-”

“-Shouta?”

 “Yes, uh. Aizawa. He wasn’t aware of that fact and he fired the intern for work that I did.”

There's a pause.

“Are you sure?” He sniffles a bit. You can picture how he itches his nose with the back of his hand. He hates that tube. “I know he isn’t. The warmest man, but Aizawa. Isn’t one to fire. An employee without. Apt reason. Have you tried. Speaking to him?”

You can’t. The idea of confrontation makes your skin itch. Besides, you can’t just look him in the eyes and admit you fucked up-- he’d lose his mind. 

“I just can’t let Kaminari get in trouble for my work.”

Yagi hums a low tone.

“I’ll bring it. To Shouta’s attention.” You almost jump for joy at that. “And I’ll let HR. Know.”

“Oh, thank you.” You’re physically bouncing. “I felt so guilty.”

“That’s under. Standable.” he says. “Maybe we. Have the engineers. Do their own work from now on, okay?”

“I know, I know, I just--” Can’t say no? “I like to be useful.”

“You’re more than useful.” His voice is warm, almost paternal. “I’m being told that I have an episode of Bluey to watch, so…”

“Goodbye, have fun, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You hang up, then wait a couple beats before sighing with relief. Crisis avoided! Happy birthday to you! Maybe, against all odds, this will be a good day. 

You drop into your seat and let it spin. Your latte isn’t hot anymore, but even lukewarm it’s still pretty damn good. After it boots up, your computer notifications are alight with companies wishing you a happy day and a merry 30% off. There’s a couple of DMs from coworkers that you haven’t opened yet as well and the attention makes you glitter.You almost forget that Touya still hasn't read your messages. It's not a surprise; he always forgets your birthday. It shouldn’t upset you at this point.

The workday official starts and, for once, it’s calm. There’s time to organize your desk and check on your facebook. Maybe, just maybe, the universe has decided to be kind to you. Yagi sounded better than he usually does, if not a bit winded.

You’re thirty, but you don’t feel older. 18 feels like last week, 25 is still your friend. Being this old almost feels like a joke-- especially being this old and single, with a job you’re not passionate about. You thought, maybe, that things would be okay by now. You’d be successful, with more than a couple hundred in your checking account, and a husband that could return a fucking text. Life, of course, had other plans.

It’s not that you don’t love Touya. You do. You really do. You just wish that you didn’t. It's easier to love someone like Hizashi or a boring man from R&D, but being with him feels like running on sand as it sinks down an hourglass. You're too far gone already, too intertwined with him; fate has linked you to a man that will inevitably break your heart, over and over again.

You almost don’t notice the stomp of boots down the hallway until it’s too late. You’ve been eclipsed.

Aizawa turns the corner so quickly that you jump and spill your coffee. His brow furrowed so deeply that his ‘11’ lines have gained an extra 1, and extra wrinkles have puckered around his straight drawn mouth. When he speaks, his lips curl up in one corner in revulsion, giving you a hint of canine. Someone from marketing walks down the hall,  meets your eyes, then turns back around, fleeing it away from this situation. You wish you could do the same.

 His hands press flat against your desk. The space he takes up alone makes you wilt, drawing back into your chair. Oh, he's pissed. Beyond pissed. His hair is down for once, falling in front of his face as he talks, and his hoodie sleeves are pushed to his elbows, revealing the punched, tense muscle underneath. The finer hairs on his arms are raised up into goosebumps, standing straight like pins.

“If you have a problem with the way I run my department,” Aizawa seethes. “At least have the balls to say it to my face.” 

The air in your lungs turns icy. You’re frozen there, hands hovering above your keyboard, unsure if you should even pick up your drink. 

“On what planet is it acceptable to tattle on me to the CEO?” His voice carries down the hall as he growls at you, the low, rolling tone of his voice somehow more terrifying than actual yelling. He reminds you of a wild dog, ears pinned back and ready to bite. And you’re just the poor rabbit in his path. “And to HR? Are you fucking kidding? You’re better than this.”

Oh, this is the type of interaction you were trying to avoid. Heat flares across your cheeks as you sputter and you frantically look anywhere else to avoid the burn. “I-- uh--”

“Did the interns come crying to you again?” Aizawa continues. “Did you let them walk all over you again?”

He leans in even closer.

“You are not their mother or their friend. They are adults. With jobs. And they do not need the secretary saving them from work they are paid to do-- especially Kaminari, who regularly abuses your good faith.”

Your shoes. You focus on those. Your pretty, candy red heels with the delicate strap, the ones Touya always compliments and the ones that make you feel beautiful. 

“Calling Toshinori? May I remind you that he is actively dying? May I remind you that you are actively wasting his time with this?"

Shoes, look at your shoes.

"I also don’t have the fucking time for this. We are a business in a time crunch-- I don’t have the energy or brain power or man power to be dragging around dead weight," he says. "If I decide someone isn't fit enough to work here, they are not fit to work here. Do you understand that?”

Oh. A sudden, horrible realization hits you. All of the weeks of stress and loneliness and heartbreak and other random bullshit that’s built up in your life is hitting all at once and, despite how hard you’re trying not to, you are going to cry. Tears are prickling hot against the corners of your eyes, burning to come out, and you know there’s only second before they spill over-

“Do you understand that?”

You look up. He looks down. Your lip quivers. 

Aizawa immediately draws back, eyes widening with realization. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again, drawing in a short breath. His brows are pinched together differently now; if he was anyone else, you’d assume he was sorry. If he was anyone else, you might care.

“I didn’t mean to…” he tries.

“You’re-” You want to scream and fight and curse, but all you can say is: “I hate you.”

It’s incredibly juvenile, but saying it feels good. With all of the fury you can muster, you stand, chair bouncing back against the wall behind you, and march out of there and straight into the women’s bathroom. You hold your chin high until the door slams behind you. 

Then, you sob. It’s loud enough that you know it can be heard in the hall, wet enough that all of your make-up ends on the back of your hands, hard enough that you lose one of your contacts, but you just can’t stop. It comes in a torrent, one that doesn’t stop until you’re all blurry eyed and swollen and absolutely, positively destroyed.  

Fucking astrology. Fucking Aizawa. Fucking work. Fucking Touya. Fucking turning thirty.

Your heels look stupid against the blue and white linoleum. The faux leather no longer looks convincing, but like cheap, normal plastic. Your cellphone is still on your desk and covered in an 8 dollar latte, so there's nothing to distract you from your own downward spiral. You want to be helpful. You want to be a good person, but nothing seems to work out that way. 

By the time you manage to peel yourself out of the bathroom stall, the world has started to turn again. Someone’s at the coffee station, stirring in way too many sugars, someone else is taking on the phone just out of earshot. Aizawa is thankfully gone. You’re not sure you could have handled more of that.

Frankly, you’re not sure you can handle more of anything. You strip your other contact from your eye and throw on your only other option: the emergency glasses you have stashed in your desk. Great, as if you didn't feel bad enough already, now you feel ugly too. 

A ping comes through from HR, letting you know that you have sick time available 'if need be.’ For once, the office gossip works in your favor. You shoot off a quick reply, confirming that you're going to head out, then grab your phone. It's sticky and wet, but it still works.

do you want to leave work early and go get drunk?<-

Hizashi’s response is almost immediate.

->leave work early????? who is this and what have you done with my babygirl?????

-is that a no? ): <-

->are you kidding?????? I’ll be at your desk in 15

You are going to get drunk. Very. Very. Drunk.

[mysticalrambling]

Hello☺️ can you write something with prompt 17 25 and 27 please? With Tom Holland

Not Alone (T.H)

A/N: Thank you for the request darling. I incorporated two of the prompts in this blurb but sadly, I couldn't add the third one. This is an ask from the prompt list that I have uploaded on my account and I hope you all enjoy it. My requests are currently open for this list and I would love to write about them. They can be about Harry Styles, Chris Evans and Tom Holland. Love you guys!!

Prompt 17: “You’re hurt. Let me take care of you.”

Prompt 27: “Stop cryin’, baby, it’ll be alright.”

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Summary: You try to take care of the twins alone as Tom is busy with his movie. However, you get hurt by accident and your husband is there to take care of you.

Warnings: a little bit of angst as well as fluff.

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Running after two hyper active three year olds is no fun and is definitely very tiring. Tom has been busy with his work for a couple of days now because of his upcoming movie. He tried to help out as much as he could but you knew that he was exhausted from the day so you didn’t bother him much. Aiden and Ethan were your two little munchkins but they were too damn energetic.

Your husband had come home at eight after doing multiple interviews and immediately tried to help you with dinner. However, you didn’t let him anywhere near the kitchen and told him to get some sleep. More like threatened him, ‘If y’don’t get your arse out of here, you’re gonna sleep on the couch.’ Both the kids were taking a nap because they were knackered out from their day out in the park. You wanted to make something that wasn’t too much of a hassle so you decided on spaghetti and was done with in the hour.

“Mummy!” Just as you were about to sit down on the couch, a little squeak made your head turn towards the staircase. There stood Aiden with his ruffled brunette hair and puffy eyes still filled with sleep. He was clutching onto his unicorn stuffie that Paddy had gifted him on his third birthday. Aiden was your little boy who loved you more than anything and was very possessive of you. Tom couldn’t even kiss you when he was nearby. He was just the sweetest little thing.

“Hey bubba. Slept well?” You spoke in a low tone because your kids were always a little sensitive to noises when they woke up.

“No!”

“Aw, why?”

He slowly prodded towards you and gestured for you to pick him up. “Ethan kicked me off the bed, mummy.”

“You hurt, bubba?” Carefully checking him for any injuries, you were relieved to find none.

“No. Cuddles, mummy.”

“Of course.” You quietly put on some random Disney movie and laid down with your little boy snuggled up right into you. Time passed by just like that and before you knew it, your other monster was also awake. You had decided that you would feed the boys first and then have a peaceful dinner with your husband. You deserved some alone time with your husband as well. This night was going to be amazing, you just knew it.

Turning the stove on, you placed the marinara sauce up there and tried to place the boys in their respective high chairs. But they just gave each other a mischievous look and ran in opposite directions. You knew they just wanted to play so you tried to entertain them even though you were really not in the mood. As you were chasing them, you realised that Ethan was going towards the kitchen.

“Ethan, stop!”

“Catch me, mummy!”

Ethan just squealed and ran even faster. The boy thought you were just playfully yelling but he didn’t know that you were actually worried. The sauce was boiling hot and it was overflowing a bit. Ethan was about to collide in the stove but before you could reach it, you pushed the hot pan towards the wall.

Screaming, you clutched your throbbing hand and slid down on the wall. Both the boys got really scared and started crying but you were in too much pain to look after them. A disheveled Tom appeared on the doorway and when he saw what was going on, he reacted instantly.

“Take the boys to the lounge first.”

“But (Y/N)-”

“Tommy, please.”

“Okay but let’s get y’up first.” He settled you on the bar stool and then took both the kids to the couch. You could hear him as he calmed down both the kids and then turned up the volume for the tv so they couldn’t hear the both of you.

He made his way back towards the kitchen and carefully took your injured hand. There were red hot marks forming on your hand while the skin was becoming somewhat irritated. “You’re hurt, darling. Let me take care of you.”

“Thank you.”

“N’need to thank me, love.” He got the first aid kit out from under the sink and started to look for the ointment. Meanwhile, you told him what happened with little hiccups interrupting your short monologue. “Could’ve just woken m’up. They’re m’responsibilities as well, darlin’.”

Even though he was softly blowing on the wound, it still hurt like hell. You didn’t realise there were a few tears escaping your eyes until Tom gently wiped them away. Your automatic response was a quick ‘sorry’ and you didn’t even know why. Maybe it was because you knew it really pained him to see cry. He cried straight for two hours when you were in labour and only stopped when you threatened to throw him out of the delivery room.

“Stop cryin’ baby.” Tom’s voice cracked a little in the end but he continued, “It’s going t’be alright.”

When your hand was all bandaged up, he lightly kissed your hand and told you to stay put. The rest of the night was spent with Tom taking care of you and your babies. He didn’t complain one time, even when Aiden rubbed his messy hands on the counter and he had to clean it up or when Ethan refused to wear his pjs. When you finally laid down with him in your bed, you realised that you were lucky to have him and you wouldn’t let go of him, ever.

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BIRTHDAY SMUT

Birthday Boy.

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y/n look up at the clock hanging on her bedroom wall. its 12am sharp, confirming the next date has arrived, which means that it's June 5 now.

she was feeling excited and nervous as she finishes wrapping up the present that she will give to one of her best friends, draco malfoy.

they had been best friends for long years, it started in 2nd year and became inseparable since then and now they both are already graduated.

as they grew up they often flirted with each other, always got jealous when the other see another person.

they both knew that they always wanted to be 'more'. the sexual tension between the two is becoming too hard to ignore, but they were too scared to ruin their friendship.

she stood in front of her mirror, taking the last look at herself. she decided to dress up, it was a special day after all.

she wore a dark green satin dress because draco's favorite color is green and paired it up with silver heels. she had decided to put black lingerie underneath her dress incase 'it' happens.

she had asked her parents to let her stay in malfoy manor today so she can celebrate draco's birthday. and because their parents know each other too, they let her stay there.

she swishes her wand and in a second she was apparated to malfoy manor hall, it was really dark but she still managed to found his bedroom, she knocks softly on his door not wanting to wake his parents.

the door opened, revealing the blonde-haired guy who stood straightly with a genuine smile on his face.

draco is wearing his usual black suit which always making him look hotter than he already is.

she feels her heart will going to jump out of its place at any second when she cant take her eyes off of him.

"you came," he said as he greeted and taking her hand in his guiding her in. they both sit at the edge of his bed.

"of course, i wouldnt miss my best friend's birthday, making sure i was the first celebrating your birthday." she laughed softly making draco chuckle.

"you look so beautiful in that dress, love. green really suits you.”

draco once again take her hand in his and brought it to his lips and kiss it, making her cheeks heated at his action and the nickname he just called her.

"here, happy birthday draco." she placed the gift in his hand.

his eyes lit up and he immediately opens it, making y/n getting more nervous waiting for his reaction.

"oh merlin! this is so cool y/n!! i love it so much!"

he took out the black ring that had a snake symbol carved in it from its place and put it on his ring finger, taking a look and admiring it.

"i’m so glad you like it, draco! i wasnt sure what to get you then i remembered you've been looking at this ring when we passed the store last week"

"thank you so much y/n!! you dont have to do this i appreciate it so much, you're the best thing that ever happened to me, love."

he pulls her by her waist and kisses her forehead, thanking her.

no one has ever treated him like the way she does and he's so grateful to have someone like her in his life.

"aww stop it draco or i will cry in front of you now" she laughs, nudging his elbow making him laughs too but he suddenly stopped and looking at his lap.

"whats wrong, dray? are you okay? did i do something wrong?" she asks worriedly tilting his chin making him looking up at her.

"i'm afraid that i have to say this, y/n..” he takes a big sigh looking into her eyes.

“what is it? tell me i wont judge, draco”

“i- i think i’m in love with you, y/n. no! i know that i am in love with you, i have always been."

he inhales deeply and broke the eye contact, looking anywhere but her eyes, knowing his sudden confession would make him lost her this instant.

"draco, look at me" y/n said as she tilts his chin again making him look at her.

"oh god.. i’m sorry y/n i shouldnt have said that! i was just- its just i- i cant hold it anymore y/n. i need to get this out of my chest and now look, i just ruined us"

"oh draco.. you're not ruining anything, quite the opposite actually, you just made the right move, i'm in love with you too, idiot, always have been."

she chuckles and cupped his face in her hands, pressing both of their foreheads, looking at each other causing a shy smile to appear back on his face.

he tilted his head and wasting no time to smashed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately, showing her how much he loves her which she gladly returned with the same passion.

he put one of his hands on her throat and the other on her waist pulling her closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged softly on his hair making him moan into the kisses.

as the kiss turning into a full makeout, he lays her down to his bed, resting both of his hands on the side of her head still kissing her hungrily.

his suit already thrown out on the floor and her heels too. she snapped back to reality and realizing what is gonna happen then flipping their position over and now she is on top of him straddling him.

"let me do all the work draco, today is all about you, wanna make this special and a night to remember, let me make you feel good, love."

she slowly grinding against him after earning eager nods from him, both of them let out a moan at the feeling.

then she gets down and started to unbuckle his belt, kissing his growing tent and palming him through his trousers causing him to squirmed under her touch.

getting excited she pulls his trousers and boxers down, throwing them somewhere as draco's hard swollen cock sprang free and standing tall in front of her, begging for attention.

she moans at the pretty sight, licking her lips, craving to feel him. she runs her fingers around him and placing soft kisses on his inner thighs before going up to the part he needed the most.

draco let out a throaty groan when y/n finally take his hard cock in her hands pumping him, his body jolted out as he feels y/n kitten lick his tip, his hand founding its way to her hair.

she looks up to him with innocent eyes who already watching her movements, she smiles and took his balls in her mouth making draco instantly moan her name, his other hand gripped on the sheets.

then she pulls out to rest her jaw and lick a straight line on his cock from the base to the tip then going all in, his cock feels so heavy and full in her mouth, draco is already a moaning mess.

"fuck y/n- feels so g-good.." her name repeatedly left his lips like a prayer as he keeps moaning her.

she bobbed her head up and down at a steady pace, hollowing her cheeks and pulling draco deeper each time she suck him.

"yes y/n, just like that, fuck.. feels so fucking good"

she swirls her tongue around his length, sucking on his tip and taking him back inside her mouth again, her hand pumping the rest of his cock that she couldnt fit in her mouth at the same pace making sure that part got pleasures too.

he bucked his hips accidentally making her gagged and choked out, saliva dripping off her mouth and eyes watering.

"shit i’m sorry y/n!" he said as he watches her struggling.

"do that again, draco."

y/n replied as she took him back inside her mouth, and hand still stroking his cock. draco groaned and buck his hips again, making her gagged and moaning at the same time, the vibration sending him near to his high.

she noticed his cock twitched in her mouth and begin to suck faster and deeper, her hand move to his balls and massaging them helping him reach his high.

he let out a low scream of her name as he shots his warm liquids down to her throat, his legs are shaking. y/n moaned and pulls him out showing draco that she swallowed all of his cum. he smirked and mutters a 'good girl' to her.

"how was it, draco?" she asks him smirking as she slowly sat up and straddling him again.

"fuck.. you have no idea y/n.. that was amazing, the best i ever had" he replied as he still catching his breath.

she smiles at him and takes off her dress slowly showing draco her black lingerie. his pupils widened at the view in front of him.

"god y/n.. you are insanely gorgeous, you look so hot in this lingerie, darling. are you preparing all of this for me? planning all of this cause you know this is going to happen, yeah?"

his hands are now roaming around her body, admiring her in every way he could. she blushes and nodded, taking her lingerie off of her showing draco her full body making him embarrassingly moaned at the view.

she starts grinding her now bare cunt on his still hard cock, earning a soft whimper from the boy under her. his hands instantly gripped her hips helping her grinding faster, her wetness now coating his cock.

"now enjoy the ride, mr. malfoy" she said as she lifts her body and pumps his cock lining his tip against her lubricating it with her juices making both of them groaning at the sensation.

she sunk down on his cock, filling her up in a perfect way. its like their bodies fit together and were made for each other.

they’re moaning each other as draco is fully inside her. she paused and take a few seconds to adjust to his size.

"mhm.. fuck- you're so big draco.. fill me up so good inside"

she starts bouncing up and down, resting her hands on draco's chest as she picks up her pace, throwing her head back and screwing her eyes shut in pleasure.

"you're so tight y/n, wrapping my cock so tight, taking me so well" draco praises between his moans, his hands gripped harder on her hips helping her bouncing faster.

"do you like how i ride you, dray?" she leaned into his ear, blowing her hot breath and biting his earlobe making him shuddered.

"y- yes mommy" draco's breath hitched as y/n suddenly going faster, her walls now hugging his cock very tight.

she let out a groan hearing draco called her 'mommy'.

placing her lips on his jawline, licking it then going down to his neck, sucking hard as she found his sweet spot causing draco to moan his raspy voice into her ear, turning her even more.

y/n starts to give him her lovebites and marking him as hers sending butterflies to his stomach.

she put her hand on his throat, choking him lightly while her other hand toying with his nipple, making draco whine. pulling her closer to him and captured her lips on his to muffle his moans.

she broke the kiss and screaming his name out loud as his cock nearly brushing her cervix and hitting her g-spot.

"shit.. you feel so good inside me dray"

she rolled her hips faster on his cock, her tits bouncing up and down in front of him and he caught her nipple in his mouth and buried his face on her breasts, enjoying the warmness.

"ah- you feel so good too, fuck- never felt this good mommy"

his breath got stuck and he feels his cock twitched inside her indicating both of them that he was close, y/n seems close too as she bites her lips feeling the coil in her stomach tightened.

"cum for mommy, baby boy"

y/n rolls her hips and bouncing faster, tightening her grip on his throat.

and that was it for draco, he moans her name out loud not caring if someone might hear as he spilled his cum inside, filling her to the brim, ropes of his warm cum shooting inside her.

y/n cant help but cum all over his cock at the feeling of his cum shooting inside her nonstop, her walls clenching and squeezing hard on him.

both of them are a mess, legs shaking, vision blurry as they were on cloud nine, she rolled her hips lazily to ride out their orgasms before collapsing on top of draco, both panting heavily.

"fuck you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that, love" draco said softly as he caressing her cheeks pulling her in for a sweet loving kiss.

"happy birthday, draco." y/n broke the kiss smiling at him tiredly, giving lovely kisses all over his face.

"best birthday ever, thank you my love for everything. i love you so much..” he kissed her lips one more time.

“i love you so much too, dray.”

those were the last words they spoke before both of them drifted off to sleep with a smile on their faces.

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Midnight chatter

Yandere Diluc x gn!knight!reader

Wordcount: 2385

CW: Yandere, drugging, kidnapping

This was a third week after his return and fifth day of the tireless fight with winery work, when Diluc received an unexpected guest. During his travels across the world, the winery business fell into disrepair and almost collapsed, so once he learnt the state of the wine industry he decided to settle in his office and try to battle the endless reports about necessary expenses and small profits all on his own.

He started to work with the first rays of sunlight well into the night, squeezing every bit of energy his body had, not only because financial issues could affect him personally, but also because of the night vigilante of Mondstadt title he took upon himself.Due to the increased workload he couldn’t find time to patrol the dark streets and alleys of the city, while experience and conscience didn’t allow him to thrust the safety of ordinary citizens into the hands of bumbling, cowardly and lazy knights.

The day soon turned into the late evening, and dawn winery workers started to go home, when someone knocked on his door. It was Adelinde.

Her steps were faster than usual, her stoic face shadowed by the note of concern. Diluc wanted to say that no, he won’t go and have a rest, but she spoke first.

“Master Diluc”, she stopped before his desk: “we have a guest, a knight”.

He lifted his head shifting the eyes from the report to the head maid and pondered - despite his long absence, a lot of people in the city had a general idea how much he dislikes the Favonius Order and so a rare knight would actually dare to bother him, unless… Unless, they were acting out an order from someone high-ranking, like Jean or Varka for example.

Apprehension that his former colleague somehow learned of his nightly escapades sent an unexpected wave of shivers and vague feeling of unease, but he didn’t let it get to him.

“Ask why this knight is here and if it’s something unofficial tell them to leave”, he ordered, at which Adelinde blinked, slowly and tiredly, as if she was looking for the strength to tell something incredibly upsetting or scary.

“The thing is, master Diluc, that I already let them in”.

“Without my permission?”, his eyes widened at that, and the heart started to pick up the pace. What if this knight was really sent here by Varka or Jean? If it was true, Adelinde, unknowingly set him up to fail.

She was looking after him from his earliest childhood, so she was allowed to do and say more than any other of his staff, yet this perceived audacity was unheard of before.

“They were badly injured and said that they needed to stop for the night and once it’s over they will travel to the city with the first sun rays. We helped them to patch up their injuries and offered a room for guests, yet they declined and remained to sit on sofa”, the maid explained absolutely unfazed, after noticing Diluc’s dissatisfaction and then added : “If you are that displeased, master Diluc, I can tell this tired and battered knight to get out from here into the dark night”.

Her voice remained even and emotionless as usual, but even like that young Ragnvindr could hear a light mocking in her words. And to think about it - he got so freaked out over some silly coincidence - the knight stopped here because of the injuries, not some insidious scheme.

“Alright”, Diluc admitted defeat: “they can stay… and offer them some food and tea”, he added just as Adelinde’s hand touched the doorknob.

“Will be done”, she replied before exiting the office. The corners of her mouth slightly moved and crept upwards.

***

Despite his earlier goal of finishing as much work as he can, Diluc couldn’t do anything. Small digits and letters started to float and dance before his eyes while the long lines fused together, when he tried to analyze the state of wine business in naught. But the worst thing was the fact that his thoughts strayed to the topic of mystery knight again and again and Diluc lost count how many times he caught himself thinking who this person is.

He sat like that for a while, until the cinnabar of dying sky got replaced by the darkness and pleasant chill of the night.

Diluc scolded himself for his uncharacteristic indecisiveness, standing up from the desk and locking the office, when this thought, loud and persisting, knocked into his head again. Wouldn’t it be nice, he wondered, to learn who this night is, and finally decided. After all the thoughts about them pestered him for a long time.

Quietly and carefully walking through the unlit corridor of the winery, he confirmed that all servants and workers had already left for sleep, some into the rooms of the main building designated for them, some into the cabins around it. All in all, he was confident that there’s no one except him, the knight, Adelinde and a couple of other maids.

His steps were quiet and slow and not even a single board in the wooden floor creaked under his weight as he knew the winery like the back of his hand. With a bated breath he made his way downstairs, making out vague shapes of the familiar objects. Moonlight pouring out through the windows illuminated only the silhouettes, but even with that he quickly noticed the unknown frame.

The person was half-sitting half-lying on the sofa, and their sword and armor were placed nearby the furniture, reflecting the pale light of the moon. They weren’t moving, seemingly asleep. Diluc couldn’t make out their face even after making a coming closer, so he decided to take the risk and summoned a small wisp of flame.

The dancing light illuminated everything in a small radius and what he saw made him jolt and take a step back. You were the mystery knight.

Why are you still a knight? Where were you? Who injured you?

Still shocked by the previous revelation, Diluc accidentally knocked over the breastplate with his foot and it fell on it’s side with a loud thump.

You woke up.

“What… Who?”, you stirred and half sat on the elbow: “Ah, it’s you” and saw him :”What are you doing here?”.

Caught red handed, Diluc didn’t find any words - it was so sudden and unusual to be caught unaware, and because of that doubly unpleasant.

“This is my winery and I am free to do whatever I want”, he decided to hide the awkwardness behind the faux annoyance.

“Easy, easy” you half smiled, half yawned: “I just managed to fall asleep”. You yawned again and blinked at him with sleepy tired eyes.

“I have sleep medicine if you want some”

You got surprised and touched by his sudden responsiveness: “Thank you, but I think painkillers would be better. My body is aching and that’s the main problem”.

Maybe because of the trembling, dancing light or maybe because of the recent sleep you imagined worry and pity twisting his facial features.

“I have it too. Wait here”, he quickly replied and vanished into the dim darkness of the winery, not giving you any time to answer, as you were left to sit and wait for him. Diluc, to your own surprise, happened to be extremely stealthy, able to move without producing a single sound.

“Here”, you first heard and then saw him,as Diluc used pyro vision to light the nearby candlestick and then opened the medicine vial he brought and handed it to you: “Drink it all”.

“Thank you”, you whispered to him, taking the painkiller before making a big gulp. The taste was horrible, so horrible in fact that you almost immediately started to violently cough. Well, if it’s as effective as foul, then I will be good as new in no time, you thought to yourself, suppressing the urge to throw up.

Diluc stood nearby and observed your reaction, his hand extended on his own when the coughing started as he awkwardly tried to pat your back in the gesture of comfort. “I will be here with you until you fall asleep”, he stated once the fit stopped and then, seeing your highly raised brows explained further: “Painkiller takes time to work. Tell me if you won’t feel better”.

You nodded in response, and closed eyes, listening to the sensations of your body. Your injuries still burned and screamed and throbbed, yet a strange numb sensation started to slowly surround you. Just like Diluc said, medicine would need time to fully settle in.

“If you're here can you talk with me?”, you decided to shorten the time in conversation: “Ijust wanted to talk with you. For a really long time”.

“About what?”, he allowed himself a shadow of the smile, Diluc that you used to know peeking through the gloomy facade, like a long awaited sun or it’s reflection on the tranquil mirror of the water surface. Next words stuck in your throat, bitter and acidic and totally unfit, and you had to force them out through your own hesitance to destroy this calm.

“What happened that day? The day before you left. I asked Jean and Kaeya and other knights who were present with you, yet no one said anything”, the water surface bubbled and the visage of that old, sunny Ragnvindr shattered into thousand pieces. The person before you adopted the same cold facade of annoyance and indifference.

“Why do you need to know it?”, he answered the question with another question and you sensed barely buried hurt and grief.

“You leaving hurt. A lot”

“That’s why you are still a knight?”, you quickly nodded at that.

A minute passed by and he still stood, without saying a single word, thinking what to do. On one hand, he didn;t want to open up, the story of his eighteenth birthday was incredibly painful and personal experience to be shared so freely, on the other hand he yearned for your understanding.

"Alright", he broke the silence:"Let's make a deal, you answer my questions and I'll tell you the whole story after. Deal?"

"Deal".

Diluc looked at you again, looked at the bruises and cuts, still peeking through the bandages and for a second his mind lit up with one thought alone: what disgusting bastard did that to you. He suppressed the rapidly rising rage, deciding to start from the most important.

"Is my leave the only reason why you decided to stay?" his heart picks up the pace again, he needs to know the answer.

"Basically yes, you knownI didn’t do it for my parents… I just.. That tragedy, I know it's not my place, but… I always wanted what happened to you. I asked this question to myself everyday and night, and I missed you terribly".

His breath hitched and he lowered his gaze. For some reason you always managed to fluster him with the words alone, even if it wasn't your intention.

"Your parents must be happy", h e changed the topic, stifling the heat in his heart.

"Yeah, they're ecstatic that I stopped being difficult and made their aspirations real. Hm, do you have any other questions?"

"What happened to you? ",he pointed at the bandages covering most of your body.

"Ah, catching treasure hoarders does that to you, usual stuff", you dismissed his concerns and Diluc started seeing red from the way your voice remained so calm and unbothered. Usual stuff? Usual stuff?!

"Grandmaster could send anyone else", he snapped:"Favonius Order has more than plenty of vision holders, they should've sent one, instead of you! You could die!".

Diluc’s sudden explosion left you speechless, but soon your own weaved words of irritation:"Ordo Favonius doesn't consist of Jean and Kaeya only. We can't let them handle all the hard and dangerous business all the time. Ordinary people like me can still help, even if the gods didn’t favour us. Don't think of me as some helpless idiot just because I have no shiny vision to show off"

Your heated response seemed to work and Diluc turned red from embarrassment, realizing how annoyed you got, despite the worry for your health and still present anger at the other knights for letting you get hurt. He also didn’t like how you looked at him, reprimanding and disappointed.

"Alright, sorry", he cleared his throat:"where were you before? I haven't seen you anywhere"

"City gates aren't the only thing that needs guarding. I was sent to the Liyue border, to make sure that no treasure gang crosses it. I think I will get sent there again, once I fully recover".

Diluc got angry at that too, yet this time he suppressed unpleasant feelings, already knowing how you will rebuke and reprimand him again. There's no convincing to be done, as you won't change your opinion. You left him no choice for what he was going to do.

"Alright, you answered all my questions", he said before changing topic again:"Did painkillers start working? I have another".

Being so engrossed in the conversation you forgot about the ache, yet once he mentioned it your body started to hurt with a renewed strength.

"Yes, I would like one", you decided and Diluc vanished in the unlit hall yet again.

"Here", he handed the small bottle to you already opened. The new substance was different, sweet and viscous. You managed to take two sips before your eyelids started to feel up with lead, and soon even lifting a hand seemed like a highly arduous task. Whatever the thing that Diluc gave you wasn't a painkiller.

"What…", you uttered, before your body relaxed and you fell asleep once again. Diluc bent over, looming over your unconscious form, as his hands carefully took the bottle away. He didn’t want it to somehow fall and injure you

This is a necessary measure, Diluc assured himself, before making a plan of actions. He would need to fake your disappearance and forge enough leads to direct investigation into the completely opposite direction, but now he needed to wake Adelinde up and ask her to prepare the room in the basement. He didn't want you to be uncomfortable in your new home.

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an nsfw alphabet from Jason todd of titans please

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader

warnings: smut → nsfw alphabet

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smut night masterlist

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jason would be super cute!!

He’d run a bath, ask if you’re okay, cuddle

If you were feeling sore, he’d get a cold cloth for you

And would pepper you in kisses bc he knows how lucky he is to have you

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

Tits and ass — I think that’s a given with Jason ahah

His favourite body part of his would probably be arms i suppose

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ahh he'd love to make you cum!

honestly i think it's like a hobby for him - to make you feel good, not because he feels he has to, but because he knows he can

i'd imagine he'd love cumming on your tits

and my lord, don't get me started if you ever squirted (not that he'd expect you to, but if you ever did homeboy would just be like :o)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

i feel like jason would have a big thing for pda - to be able to show you off (not like a trophey kind of thing / controlling way) would be of considerable value to him

it would be more to show everyone that you're together - that he can show everyone, including you of course ahah, how good of a boyfriend he can be for you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You know what, probably not a lot

Maybe he’s experienced sex with a previous girlfriend, but that’ll be about it

I think with you, he’d be a little bit more open to experimenting things??

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy ahaha

I bet he could fuck harder, faster, and generally better when you’re on all fours in front of him

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ahh Jason would love a good laugh

Like I don’t think sex with him is all serious anyway

i kind of feel like he wouldn't believe that you had to be serious in order to be intimate ya know

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Um probably ahah I mean have you seen how he does his hair?

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

as mentioned before, i think he'd just take the moment as it is

whether the two of you are having super cute, intimate sex or whether you guys are simply fucking

that being said though, jason would be super into special occasions, be it either one of your birthdays, any anniversaries, or even after a cute date

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

lmao it's pretty much cannon that jason jacks off so i'd say he'd do it a fair bit

however, since the two of you got together (or if you're fwb), he doesn't really feel the need bc he's got you

but on some occasions when you're not available or not even at the tower bc you're working with donna or something and he really needs you, that's when i reckon he'd do it

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I’ve actually talked about this before 🥰

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His room for starters

But would love sneaky sex in the tower bathroom, especially in the shower

Bet they’d be one time when everyone was out, leaving you and Jason alone in the tower and you’d fuck on every piece of furniture there is ahah

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

when you tease him!!

praising

when you and him are training and it gets competitive

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Probably anything that’ll make you uncomfortable tbh

Plus maybe unusual kinks like golden showers or anything like that

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving! Giving! giving!

He is such a giver

And honestly he would go down on you for hours if he could

He loves having your thighs shake around his head while he’s eating you out or how your body would shake when you cum around his cock while he fucks you

but i mean that being said, he'd also love when you go down on him too aha

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Okay so here’s the thing: I think it depends

As much as Jason loves hard and fast, I feel like he’d also love slow and sensual

Especially when the two of you are first becoming intimate with each other

Bc I feel like we can’t deny the fact that he’ll be nervous as hell sometimes

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Literally before training

Or after training when the others are in the shower or eating in the kitchen

Before bed

When you wake up

Literally anytime you and him are alone, you’re either fucking or doing actual cute stuff like watching a movie or something

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

lmao yeah just like i said before, he'd love risking it in the kitchen / bathroom - especially when the others are home

jason would be pretty open to experimenting too tbh - sex is quite the exploration task, isn't it?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

That boy has stamina, are you kidding me?! Like have you seen him train?

Homeboy could go for hours

But I feel like it would switch between you two of you being on top ya know

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he’d be open to toys like vibrators and handcuffs - i mean that boy seems super kinky, right?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

orgasm. Denial.

He loves watching you plead, squirm, whine — literally do anything to cum

He’d love taking his hand away, or taking his cock out at random moments, watching you with such cockiness and arrogance as you beg him to make you cum

I feel like he’d love sensual play too — teasing you while your tied up and/or blindfolded would be such a kicker for him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Soft — anything ranging from grunts, to small moans that slip through his bitten lip

honestly, he'd rather hear you than hear himself moan lmao

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

jason would have a thing for hearing you beg

i can imagine it's such an ego booster for him - i mean he's arrogant and cocky enough, and having you beg and whine for him just boosts it

ooh also when he's fucked you so good, you're lying on the bed completely fucked out and exhausted

and bonus points if you can't walk all that well the next day lmao

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

lol i think he'd have a pretty nice cock ya know

not too big, not too small

he'd know how to use it though

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

Ahaha I think we all know he’s one horny bitch

So literally anytime you feel up to it, he’s ready

Or even just any chance you get to fuck, he’s already prepared ahah

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i dont think he'd fall asleep straight away

like he'd maybe wait for you to fall asleep while he plays with your hair

on some occasions though he might be super quick to fall asleep, especially after a rough and/or hard day of training and he's just super exhausted

[skellebonez]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SMALLPWBBLES

It took me a while but I finally finished your birthday fic @smallpwbbles ! I couldn’t resist writing a little What If? for Bitty MK and I really hope you enjoy it!

“Well…” Tang started with a strained chuckle as he held onto his chair with a grip so tight that Pigsy could swear he could hear his knuckles straining. “At least we know if anyone tries to attack or something… MK will probably scare half of the lifespan out of them when he picks up a car to chuck it at them.”

Given the way he continued to grip the chair even after the now shrunken Monkie Kid put him and the chair he was sitting in back down, Pigsy wouldn’t have been surprised if Tang had lost a few years of his own out of sheer shock and panic. Even though this was the second time it had happened that day and, really, Tang should have really expected it after MK had said he was looking for one of his markers and needed to see if it was under his chair.

Things to remember for the future, he supposed.

To say the situation was unusual was a massive understatement. How the young adult managed to be shrunken back down into a small child the chef still didn’t quite understand, and quite frankly as long as MK was safe and healthy and would eventually get back to normal size he really didn’t care to know the details. But he did understand that they now had a small child sized MK with the strength of one full grown Monkey King running around without the self realization to notice how terrifying this was to everyone around him.

At least he seemed to be having fun for most of the day. MK has finally wound down, munching on some peeled and cut fruit as an after dinner snack while surrounded by a veritable mountain of art supplies. How any single person, let alone a kid, could go through so much paper and so many markers in one day Pigsy would never know. But, then again, this was MK he was thinking about.

MK had always had a fierce streak for art. Pigsy had him to thank for his own shop’s sign, after all. The kid had skill, and lots of it, and while slightly diminished by the fact his hands barely reached around some of the markers anymore his tenacity had not even been the littlest bit lessened.

What had been lessened as well, however, were his shop hours. The shop has closed a bit early for the day, Pigsy only able to fill out so many orders for dine in only when he was the only employee currently working. And while Mei has been a huge help throughout the entire day with MK, she wasn’t his employee and he didn’t feel right asking her to take over as delivery driver (even if she would have done a great job). Besides, he was almost certain that if Tang was left alone with MK the poor man would have had at least one fainting spell out of sheer terror.

He’d sent Mei back home after she’d finished a meal he’d prepared for her, a full day of making sure that MK didn’t get into too much trouble wiping her out a lot faster than anyone expected. He had to admit… she was handling it better than nearly anyone else. Certainly better than Sun Wukong had. The Monkey King looked like he was holding it together pretty well but Pigsy was smarter than the immortal seemed to think he was.

He knew that other was internally freaking the hell out the entire time and it was even more obvious when he rushed off to find something to get MK back to normal once the kid has presented him with a self portrait of the king himself.

Granted, when Pigsy has been presented with much the same of himself he may have also internally freaked out a bit himself. But that was neither here nor there.

“Pigsy?” MK’s voice broke through the chef’s thoughts, soft and tired. “Do I have to go to bed?”

That was an… odd question to hear coming from anyone in any circumstance.

“Afraid ya do, kid,” Pigsy said with a soft chuckle. He moved around the counter, coming up to stand at the table the younger was currently sitting at. Now that he looked at him Pigsy could tell that MK was exhausted. He’d never seen a kid with such deep bags under their eyes before… which was odd. He was certain that he had taken some kind of nap at some point. “But you don’t have to until you and I get this place cleaned out, how’s that sound?”

“OK!” MK exclaimed as he wiped his face on his sleeves (Pigsy groaned knowing that his jacket would need to be washed as soon as possible), grabbing his plate to rush it into the kitchen.

“WASH YOUR HANDS AND YOUR FACE!”

~

“Softie,” Tang chuckled out as Pigsy adjusted the completely passed out MK in his arms.

“You cried when MK gave you your portrait, you don’t get to say anything,” Pigsy shot right back without even a single note of actual annoyance or venom in his tone. “Besides, kid’s even more of a ray of sunshine now. Can’t help it.”

“Very good points,” Tang said, stretching after he put the last of the chairs back in their places for the end of the day. “But that ray of sunshine is probably going to wake us up at 5 in the morning given what time it is now.”

Pigsy couldn’t help but snort and laugh in response, knowing that Tang was right but also knowing that only Tang would find that a problem considering Pigsy had to get up at roughly that time to prepare to open his shop anyway.

He never got to say that, however, because a distant scream of “PIG MAN YOU’VE GOT A PROBLEM!” rang through the shop before the still unlocked door slammed open to reveal one very frazzled immortal monkey.

Just… not the one he was expecting to see.

“UH…” He managed out, as Macaque shut the door behind himself, looking like he was questioning all of his life decisions.

Then he held up one sleeping and very… very small shrunken child Sun Wukong.

“… well shit.”

[loversandantiheroes]

Okay my whiskey fantasy. It’s a holiday, anniversary, I dunno. But he comes home. You’re in lingerie, teddy, the garter belt, the thigh high tights (I am having an absolute brain fart and can not remember the name), the high heels. you’re cooking him dinner in it. Somethin real texas for dinner. He wants to immediately fuck yiu, BUT NO he has to WAIT bc its dinner time and you worked hard. He’s waiting, and he’s watching you, you’re bending over at the stove, all that. Dinner is served, you —-

You lounge on the table to eat like a decadent and gorgeous pain in the ass, so he can see you’re whole body while he eats, forced to be patient. You’re being an absolute menace. He’s running his mouth the whole time OBVIOUSLY. Then he fucking wrecks you

No Candles Necessary

As I am a bonafide yeehonk foole (and I have the t-shirt to prove it), I could hardly resist this idea. Nonny, I hope like hell I did you proud.💗

Shameless Whiskey/F!Reader smut (18+ and yes that means you), 5.3k+ words (they just wouldn’t shut up), mildly beta’d and lightly edited.

Warnings: established relationship, unsafe food preparation practices, light foodplay (it only goes in appropriate places I swear), egregious dirty talk, improper use of a dining table, Switch!Whiskey returns, Switch!Reader by extension, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, PIV sex, unprotected sex (do as I say, not as I fictionalize), cream pie (bc I’m lazy quite frankly), actual pie (peach!), a little soft schmoop in between the smut just because I can.

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Cooking your boyfriend a birthday dinner in lingerie is probably not the best idea you've ever had. The man isn’t even home yet to witness the trouble you’ve gone to, still wrapping up a day’s work at HQ after closing out another mission. So you didn’t jump right into cooking in your frillies. No, you did the bulk of the work in sweats and a t-shirt, only stopping to change once you were down to the last stretch and the steaks had come off to rest. You've got sense enough at least to put on an apron, not wanting to risk getting hot grease on the delicate fabric or the vast amounts of bare skin the thing doesn't cover, and while you've already donned the garter belt and stockings you've left your heels up against the island counter so you can slip them on quickly when you hear the door. Still you can't quite help but feel less sexy and more silly as you stand there carving up a pair of garlic butter basted steaks while your forehead prickles with sweat and your ass, covered by neither the teddy or the apron, feels ice cold.

The things I do for love of a goddamn cowboy, you think with a shake of your head. Your whole plan is honestly on the high end of ridiculous. But then Jack is a ridiculous man, and he always seems to drag you headlong into absurdity with him. Some days it's his only saving grace - the boyish playfulness that tempers his arrogance into something charming rather than infuriating. It seems only right to be a little ridiculous for the occasion.

Once the carving’s done you give yourself a second to go over the spread and make sure everything's ready to go. It's early yet, but you're expecting to hear Jack's key in the front door any minute. He's made no mention of returning home early, of course, but he is every bit the sort that would try to surprise you on his birthday, and you’ve developed an uncanny ability to anticipate his moves ahead of time.

As it turns out, you have just enough time to slip on your heels before you hear the front door open and Jack calls out your name. You allow yourself a moment of satisfaction - you do love being right when it comes to this sort of thing - and slip into your heels.

“In here, baby,” you call back, stepping out to lean against the door frame.

“Somethin’ smells like heaven,” Jack says, rounding the corner into the dining room. He stops dead when he gets a look at you, mouth falling open in surprise. He’s hung his hat at the door, his hair already flopping over in a revolt against the slicked-back way he styles it in the morning, his suit jacket still on and buttoned. “Looks like it, too,” he finishes, the corner of his mouth curling into a grin. “I feel overdressed all of a sudden.”

You can’t help but answer that grin. “Happy birthday, cowboy,” you tell him, beckoning him over.

He all but rushes across the room to slide up against you, hands curling around your hips and playing with the tie to the apron. “Sure as hell is now,” he mutters. His palms slide down, cupping your ass to pull you in close. You bite back a hiss at the warmth, and he gives a low approving hum at the expanse of cool, bare skin. “Looks like I don’t even need to unwrap my present.”

“Patience,” you insist, pushing his shoulders back and grazing your lips over the tip of his nose as you evade the kiss he tries to pull you into. “No dessert until after dinner.”

“Dinner can wait-”

“No it cannot. I did not just spend the afternoon trying to keep hot butter off my tits so you could get impatient and let your supper get cold.” He traces a finger across your cleavage as you talk, tugging at the top of the apron to get a better look at the skin underneath. You feel the quip coming before he even opens his mouth, so you take the opportunity to give him a little push and show him just what he’s in for tonight. You bring up your hand, fingers curling under his wrist, turning his hand away and using it to pull him flush to you, the line of your thigh landing against the covered denim crotch of his jeans with just enough force to make him jolt.

“Be a good boy, Jack,” you say against his open, breathless mouth, “or you won’t get any dessert at all.”

Whiskey pouts, but his eyes have that dark glint that says he knows he’s in for trouble and he is just as pleased as punch about it. “You mean to torture a man on his birthday, honeybee?”

The smirk you give him makes his heartbeat kick up a little faster - you can feel the quickening of it in the pulse point against your fingertips. “Absolutely.” You stretch up enough for one brief, warm kiss and then step back, jerking your chin towards the dining table where there’s already two glasses of wine poured at the ready. “Sit. I’ll bring out dinner.”

He nods, tongue rolling slowly against his bottom lip. “Yes ma’am.”

His gaze is a heavy weight on your body as you walk away, raking down across so much exposed skin. You hear him groan at the sight, low and appreciative. He’s always been fond of seeing you wrapped up in lingerie, even more fond of tearing up the expensive scraps just to get you bare for him. You’d chided him about it the first time - the bodysuit he’d ripped clean in half from gusset to tit hadn’t been cheap, even though that little display had thrilled you far more than you’d ever want to admit - but he always replaced what he ruined without fail.

When you come back, divested of the apron with plates in hand, Whiskey is sitting just as instructed, elbow on the table, chin resting on his knuckles. He tracks every move you make, every sway of your hips, a playful smile hiding the effort of his restraint as you set his dinner in front of him. He barely spares the food a glance when you elect to forego your own chair and simply hop up onto the table, setting your plate near his and dragging over your glass of wine.

“You’ve outdone yourself, honeybee,” Whiskey rumbles, sliding a hand up your knee to your thigh, and he could not be talking less about the food.

You only smile, taking an unhurried sip. “Somehow I thought you’d prefer this to a new tie. How old are you now, anyway?” you tease.

“Sweet sixteen,” he says dryly, hiking an eyebrow while he squeezes your thigh for your cheek.

You chuckle. “Uh-huh, and I’m Mother Theresa.” You lean in, spearing a slice of steak on his plate with your fork and holding it out for him. “Now, I worked very hard on this, and I am going to be very disappointed if you try to skip dinner on me just ‘cause you can’t quit eyeballing your dessert. Open.”

He tips you a wink before dutifully opening his mouth, letting you feed him. The soft, indulgent moan that leaves him as his eyes slip closed is too subdued to be anything but real. “Honeybee that is gorgeous. My compliments to the chef.” 

“The chef is glad to hear it.” You swipe your thumb over his lip, collecting the sheen of juice and garlicky butter and bringing it to your own mouth, delicately sucking it off. “Could’ve used a bit more rosemary.”

Whiskey shakes his head. “Mm-mm. This is perfection on a plate, baby. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

The smile that earns him is genuine, and you bend to give him a quick kiss. He presses it, just a little, a swipe of his tongue that you open for just enough to nip at before pulling away. “Eat.” You gesture meaningfully at his plate.

All told, there isn’t actually much on it. Steak, roasted new potatoes, and asparagus with hollandaise sauce. You’ve only served up maybe half of what you’d usually set in front of him for dinner, opting for more reserved portions. It’s a favor to you both - his patience wouldn’t last through a full meal without the need for physical restraints. There’s more in the kitchen, of course, and an actual pie for dessert if you happen to get that far. You’re both bound to be hungry again after.

Whiskey tucks in, fork in his left hand while his right stays comfortably curled around your thigh, slowly creeping higher and higher until he’s playing with the lacy top of your stocking. You give him a warning tilt of your head, your own fork poised halfway to your mouth. All you get in return is those plaintive, innocent puppy dog eyes of his, but his hand doesn’t advance further.

All in all you’re rather proud of his restraint, at least until one spear of asparagus manages to drip hollandaise down onto your cleavage. Suddenly that quietly repressed hunger cracks and he’s surging up towards you, mouth half-open and tongue peaking out, ready to clean you up.

But that won’t do. Not yet. Your reflexes might not be as good as his, but they’re nothing to balk at, either. You brace yourself back on one hand, leaning away and planting one of your high heels against his shoulder to shove him back into his seat. The look on his face is priceless; mouth agape and pupils blown. 

Slowly you shake your head. “You know better, Jack.”

His eyes track up the inside of your thigh to the crotch of your bodysuit - or rather, the lack thereof - and the split strips of lace that don’t cover your mound, but frame it prettily for him. “Fuck, honeybee,” he mutters breathlessly. 

Dinner and a show was always the plan. So you take your time, dipping your finger and swiping up the stripe of creamy yellow and holding it out to him. Whiskey stares you down as he takes the tip of your finger into his mouth and sucks dutifully, his tongue plush and soft and working against the pad of your finger the same way he worries it over your clit. A rush of heat rockets through you, leaving your belly warm and a sweet tingle tripping down your spine in its wake.

Biting your lip hard to rein in the impulse to just slide into his lap, you drag your finger out of his mouth. It’s what he wants; to make you break first, to make you lose at your own game. And where’s the fun in that?

“It is your birthday, so I’m going to cut you a little bit of slack, but if you can’t mind your manners and do as you’re fucking told, you’re gonna get a lot worse than a birthday spanking, pretty boy. Now, I told you: no dessert until you finish your dinner.” There’s precious little left on his plate; a few scraps of steak, a couple potatoes, one lone spear of asparagus. You stab this last with your fork and hold it out to him. “Last chance, baby. You open your mouth for me and be a good boy, and you can have me any way you want.”

Whiskey looks dazed; seething and starved and love-struck all at once. You don’t even need to look down to know he’s hard. But he hesitates just for a moment, whether it’s deliberate or accidental you’re not really sure - sometimes the man just really wants to be punished - but in that space you see his body jerk, hunching slightly as his abdominal muscles contract involuntarily. You follow the movement with your eyes and sure enough, there he is. Full mast and straining hard against thick denim.

Smiling sweetly, you wave the fork at him. “Your choice, Jack.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he says, and the roughshod timbre of his voice says it’d be a fine way to go.

Whiskey opens his mouth and takes what you give him.

You’re slow about it. Careful. Admonishing him when he tries to chew a little too quickly. Whiskey stares you down with eyes like coal seconds away from ignition. He holds your gaze while you slip another bite of food into his mouth, then lets his eyes slip down until they fix firmly on your half-exposed and already glistening cunt, and you know the moment you give him an inch he’s going to wreck the hell out of you for this.

When the last bite passes his lips he curls his hand around your ankle, squeezing. Always pushing his luck, this man of yours. You set his plate aside, glancing away like it’s no effort at all as he very methodically wipes his mouth with his napkin.

“Now can I have my dessert?” Impatience roughens the low gravel of his voice into something dangerously sharp.

You smile, leaning back on one hand. “There’s peach pie in the kitchen.”

He presses forward, left hand sliding big and warm up the inside of your thigh. The motion presses the leg you’ve used to pin him to his chair back until your knee is nearly flush with your chest, opening you up wider, the rush of air between your legs now shockingly cold against the wetness that had gathered there.

“Woman, the only pie I want a piece of is the one sitting right in front of me.”

The stretch along the back of your thigh burns, so you shift, hooking your leg over his shoulder instead. “I haven’t finished my dinner yet,” you protest cooly, reaching down to snag a strip of steak off your still half-full plate and popping it into your mouth.

Whiskey’s hands slip higher, and this time you don’t stop him, too busy sucking the buttery juices off your fingers. When the very very tips of his fingers brush the spread lace at the crux of your thighs he freezes, waiting for the rebuke, for fingers around his neck or your other heel to plant square in his chest. You consider it, sure; it’s certainly not a prospect without its merits. A man that enjoys being under your thumb is satisfying in a way that few things in life ever fully measure up to.

But honestly, you’ve worked hard enough tonight. Time to let him put in a little effort.

A tilt of your head and a curl of your foot against his shoulder is permission enough; slipping off the leash by way of a gesture, and the low smolder in his eyes blooms to a full burn. Whiskey stands to his full height, looming close enough for you to feel the heat bake off him as he shrugs off his jacket and unbuttons the cuffs on his dress shirt, rolling them up with a few quick turns of his wrists.

“Can’t let my girl go hungry now,” he hums in a voice like burnt molasses. “Lemme give you a hand there, honeybee.”

Smirking, Whiskey wraps an arm around you, brushing the tip of his nose against yours as you wriggle against solid heat of his body. His left hand wanders out of sight on the table as his lips meet yours, teasing your mouth open with the barest brush of his tongue, while his right hand trails warm and slow around your side and down and down to cup your mound.

It’s hard to believe you ever felt cold. You’re burning up now, skin flushed hot as his mouth grazes yours and breathes out: “Open up for me.”

And just like magic, you do. No input needed on your behalf; your mouth simply drops open and your legs shift wider in accommodation for him. There’s a clink of silverware and then he’s waving a fork at you, a strip of steak speared on the end. Whiskey’s eyes glitter as he pushes it into your waiting mouth. Each bite he feeds you is accompanied by a teasing dip of his fingers into your core, feeding you with his left hand while he touches you with his right. Your slickened folds part smooth and easy as he pushes his fingers inside you, a welcome but all too brief intrusion, before they trail up again to stroke at your clit. Again and again you rock your hips up, trying to encourage him to slip into you deeper, to give you a taste of the fullness and pressure of his cock, but every time his touch retreats.

You whine; a strange mix of frustration and pleasure. “Tease.”

“Takes one to know one,” he coos, the hand between your legs working faster. Heat builds quickly under his fingertips, a friction far more appetizing than anything else you’ve set on the table tonight. “You made the rules, honeybee. No dessert until after you finish supper. You do want your dessert, don’t you?”

He brings the next bite up, holds it tantalizingly close. You stretch out and he draws it back, and suddenly his fingers are rubbing a firm, determined circle on your clit. Your whole body jolts, gasping air with a pitiful little whine. There’s nothing but mischief on his face as he watches you, tongue sweeping against his bottom lip. He slows his fingers, brings the fork down again, closer this time. The food brushes your bottom lip before he pulls it away, fingers quickening again.

“Jesus,” you all but squeak. “Jack, don’t be mean.”

Whiskey gives you a considering hum, leaning forward to suck the sheen of butter off your bottom lip. “Oh darlin’ I would never,” he insists, punctuating the sentiment with a kiss that’s tender enough to be very nearly sincere if it weren’t for the fact that the motion of his hand never slows. A sweet, bright heat begins to build under his fingertips. “How could I be mean to my girl when she worked so hard for me, hm? I’m just paying that back in kind is all. You wanna come on my fingers, baby, you can do that all you like. I’ll make you come ‘til those pretty little legs can’t do much more than shimmy. You know I can. But you ain’t gettin’ nothin’ else until you clean your plate like a good girl.”

“H-ha-ah, fuck-how much more?”

He grins devilishly. “Just this last bite.”

“Oh you f-fucking jackass!”

Whiskey laughs. “Guilty as charged. Open up, baby, take what I got for you.”

He pushes the last bite past your lips and immediately delves his fingers into your warm and waiting cunt. The breath shudders out of you, fingers digging into the tablecloth as you try to hang onto enough composure to remember to chew and swallow. He’s slow for a moment, pumping and curling his fingers gently while he watches you eat. There’s a clink of silverware as he discards the fork and puts his arm around you, pressing his lips against your forehead.

“Good girl,” he murmurs sweetly.

Mouth empty now, you nudge your nose against his chin, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Jack-”

And then his grip becomes determined. The fingers inside you flex, the heel of his hand pressing hard against your clit and all you can do is cry out against the soft skin of his neck and hang on for dear life while he works you up and over the edge with shocking speed.

Trembling, you lock your legs around him as you come down, dragging his collar aside to bite lazily into the place where his neck and shoulder meet.

“Fuck,” he groans, hips rutting up against the back of his hand between your legs. “How do you want me, honeybee?”

That earns him a breathless laugh, goosebumps raising along his neck. “It’s your birthday, Jack. What do you want?”

Whiskey’s eyes drop to your mouth and he makes a considering sound, pulling back to suck you delicately off his fingers. “I think I want your mouth. And then I think I want to fuck you right here on this table until that divinely sweet little pussy wrings me fucking dry. Sound good to you, honeybee?”

“That can be arranged.” His eyelids flutter as you reach down to his zipper, not even bothering with his belt before you reach inside his jeans and the button fly of his boxers to tug his cock free, cupping your fingers to draw his balls out, too.

You move to stand and he shakes his head, caging you in. “No. Not on your knees, baby. On the table. I wanna see you all spread out for me. My pretty little present.”

He helps you. Sweeps your hair back as you lie flat on the dining table, scooting back to let your head hang just a bit. It’s not exactly comfortable. The edge of the table digs into your neck a bit, and the way the blood rushes to your head is not entirely pleasant either. But you watch Whiskey pace around you to take his place in front of your waiting mouth, cock bobbing and just barely beginning to leak for you, and you feel a gorgeous rush of heat at the sight.

Whiskey slides his palm up your stomach to cup one barely-covered breast. “Gorgeous,” he mutters, squeezing. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“Jack.”

“I know, darlin’, I know. But my God you’re a picture.” He cups your cheek, absently brushes the corner of your mouth with his thumb before sliding his hand back to give your head a little support. “Open up for me, angel.”

And once again, you open up for what he gives you. The angle makes it strange, the topography of Jack’s body less familiar as he slips into your mouth, your tongue dragging wet and slow over foreign terrain. The taste of him, hot skin and the tang of bitter salt, that you know well enough. You close your eyes at it, bring your hands up to his hips to tug him slowly forward and listen to the way he moans.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, breathless and a little awe-struck. “Jesus fucking Christ. You spoil me, baby. Sweet as fucking honey, my god.”

A light touch against your breast makes you shiver, goosebumps raising as it draws lightly over your skin. A single fingertip, sliding the lace of the bodysuit aside to bare your breasts to the chill of the room and the warmth of Whiskey’s hands.

He mutters sweet things as he begins to move; sweet, tender, unconscionably filthy things. All the things you do to him. Do for him. The rocking of his hips is gentle at first, feeding you his cock inch by cautious inch. When he hits the back of your throat he pulls back on reflex, but the light scrape of your teeth and the sudden tightness of your grip on the plush meat of his ass sends him forward again. The angle eases the motion, and you relax into the pressure as he pushes in and in and...oh.

You feel the resistance at the back of your throat give gently; strange, but not uncomfortable. Above you, Whiskey lets out a pained groan.

“Shit. Oh shit yes, honeybee. Take it. Ohhh s-shit. Take all of it. Every goddamn inch. Fuck.”

And then his hips are flush with your mouth, the soft skin of his balls pressed up against your nose. Panting, he wraps a hand around the stretched column of your throat, swearing breathlessly. He moves, a small, careful thrust, and you can feel the tremor that ripples through him at the feeling.

“Just a little more baby,” he mumbles, pulling back until just the head of his cock rests within the warmth of your mouth. You suckle at it, working it eagerly with your lips and tongue while you breathe raggedly through your nose. Your hips jut up into thin air on their own accord, just as eager for him as your mouth is.

“I got you, honeybee.” The hand at your neck slips down, skimming over skin and lace until he finds your clit. The first touch jolts you, your cry stifled on his cock as you shudder up against him. “Good girl. I got you, baby. Jack’s got you. Keep going. Just a little more. Just a little more and then I’ll fill you right on up. Fuck my sweet girl’s brains right out of her head. Prettiest fuckin’ thing I ever fuckin seen, baby, holy fuck.”

You moan something against him - pleasure, acquiescence, god only knows - but the sound of it is lost as his cock slides steadily back into your mouth. The pressure in your head is distracting, tears prickling your eyes when he pushes in deep, but the stroking of his fingers and the feel of him in your mouth, sliding hard and slick and effortlessly down your throat is far more consuming than the discomfort.

He rocks into you. Fucks into you. Moans and gasping praises falling thick and fast from his lips as he moves. You don’t need to feel the way his balls draw up tight to know how close he is, how tight he’s riding the line between what he wants to do and what his body wants to do. You’re lost in it all the same; his pleasure and the fraying thread of his restraint. Your own pleasure, building quick and low and locking down the muscles in your thighs until they tremble. You float in it, overwhelmed and dizzy, until, very suddenly, you break.

Whiskey curses, pulling back to listen to you cry out, to let you curl up and clutch at him as he pants above you, muttering broken, desperate please of: “yes god yes honeybee all of it, gimme all of it, every last bit.”

You’re a wreck in the aftermath; pliant and limp, face teary and slick with spit and precome. He draws you up, wiping your face with a clean napkin before pulling you into a kiss that steals away whatever remained of your breath. He gathers you up, turns you until you can wrap your still-tingling limbs around him. Nudges his hips against yours, his wet cock dragging against slick skin and fragile lace.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, trailing soft kisses over your face.

You have to clear your throat before you can respond, the sound of it harsh and ragged like an engine turning over. “Y-yeah. Yeah I’m good. Dizzy, but good.”

“You ain’t the only one, honeybee. Almost didn’t make it in time. Wanted to fill up that pretty mouth so bad. You just about did me in.”

He laughs and you join him, breathing ragged joy into each other’s lungs.

“Still want me to fuck you?” The question should be coarse, but somehow isn’t. Not with his sweat-slick forehead pressed to yours and his lips ghosting kisses against your mouth with every breath.

“So sweet,” you mutter, combing your hands through his hair.

“LIke hell,” he scoffs, holding you tight to his chest. “I ain’t and you know it.”

“You are to me,” you insist, pressing a kiss against the tip of his nose. He smiles, softens everywhere but that place that throbs with impatient heat against you. “Now fuck me, pretty boy.”

A flash of a grin is the only warning you get before he’s hooking his arms under your knees and pulling you to the edge of the table. “Yes ma’am,” he says obligingly, planting a hand between your breasts to push you back against the table as he lines himself up, sliding into you with one smooth, achingly deep stroke. 

You moan, knees drawing up as his hips meet yours and he fills the space inside you that’s been aching for him all day. Whiskey lets out a groaning sigh, leaning into you like he wants to bury himself whole inside you. He hoists one of your legs up against his chest, nuzzles the inside of your knee while he tries to find his breath again. The length of him inside you is rigid as steel and blindingly hot, still so close to his own end that he has to wait, worrying his teeth over your skin, until the urge to just rut against you like an animal until he comes finally passes.

And when it does, when he opens his eyes at last, he looks down at you with a dazed, hungry smile. He presses a kiss to the tip of his finger and brings it down to your lips.

“Love you, honeybee.”

Heavy-lidded and so wonderfully full, you kiss his finger and arch your back. “Love you, too, cowboy.”

And that’s the last intelligent thing you manage to say. Finally - finally! - Whiskey fucks you, each pounding swing of his hips making the china rattle like nervous teeth. Your arms strike out, curling and flailing, trying to find something to grab onto as he fucks you. The heel of your hand strikes one of the wine glasses and sends it tumbling to the floor where it shatters. The breath leaves your body in tiny bursts with each impact; little monosyllabic cries punctuating each one.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” Whiskey murmurs. He cups your breasts, thumbing the pebbled sharpness of your nipples before his hands slide lower, finding the deep notch of the bodysuit between them. “Wrapped up so pretty for me.”

The lace tears away like it’s nothing, a clean rip down the center. Oh well. He’ll buy you another.

Whiskey folds over you, pulling you down closer so he can get an arm under your back, his hand grasping the back of your neck and pulling you up to meet his mouth. He’s still wearing his tie, the drape of fabric laying cool against your chest. Blessedly he’s not wearing his usual belt buckle. Foresight or oversight you’re not quite sure, but you’re grateful all the same as he grinds into you, a press of cold metal and leather against your belly.

He’s not going to last long, but it hardly matters. You’re too worked up, two orgasms down already, cunt so swollen and sensitive it’s hardly an effort to get you there again. But the feeling of him inside you turns that bright burn into something lower, deeper. Something that makes your muscles lock and tremble, straining up against him and gasping into his mouth.

“Jaaaack,” you whine, arms locked around his neck.

“Yes, baby,” he groans, voice quivering with every thrust. “Fuck yes I’m right there too, c’mon. Come with me, honeybee, come with me.”

His rhythm falters, grinding deeper and deeper, and all that strained tension in your body snaps like a rubberband. You sob, grabbing fistfuls of his dress shirt, twisting and jerking as you come apart under him.

All Whiskey can do is growl as you bear down on him, gritting a litany of “yes, yes, fuck yes, god yes, that’s my girl that’s my girl that’s my fucking girl.” And then he’s gone, too, driving into you with a sudden jolt and crying out against the side of your neck as he comes.

You’re holding him too tight, clutching him to you as you both lie there, panting and shuddering, a spreading stain of red wine pooling next to your head.

“Jesus,” he whispers, tries to shift up to find your mouth, but even that amount of drag on his oversensitive cock is enough to make him hiss and jerk. “Fuck.”

“Mm-hm,” you agreed dumbly.

Whiskey lets out a growling hum, smoothing your hair. “You good, honeybee?”

You trail kisses up to his ear, still breathless. “What do you think?”

He wheezes a laugh. “I think I gotta replace a lot more than your frillies this time.” The laugh turns giddy, and Whiskey presses his forehead against your temple. “And I think I’m hungry.”

“Pie in the kitchen,” you mumble, too drowsy to do much more than nuzzle into the damp tangle of Whiskey’s hair.

“What kind?”

“Peach.”

He hums, smiling drowsily. “My favorite.”

You give a slow nod. “I know. Happy birthday, Jack.”

He kisses you, slow and sweet. “Best I ever had,” he murmurs.

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Discs|Tommyinnit|

(Takes place as actual Minecraft)

Tommy adored listening to Music since he was younger because of his older brother, Wilbur. Tommy's childhood was something special to him. He had a loving family which consisted of a father and two older twins. His father better known as Philza Minecraft was the perfect father, he was protective of his children and made sure they weren't hurt. His older twins were almost like different people. Technoblade always had his guard up and never really shown his emotional side except when he needed to, which never really happened. Techno also loved Greek Mythology and could quote almost every story by heart. Wilbur was more into making songs and singing he never really enjoyed violence, so he would play on his guitar while Techno trained.

Aside from his family life he had two best friends which were just as important. Tubbo was his right-hand man and was the first person to talk to him. His other best friend, Y/n was the person who he could always lean on and wasn't afraid to show his raw emotions. Sure he wanted to show his tuff side but the day you saw him cry was the time Tommy realized he could rely on you the most. Don't get me wrong he could rely on Tubbo as well but he made sure to put on a tough act for the boy because of his family life.

Tubbo's family was not the best, his father would always yell and neglect him, let's not leave out the fact that he's a drunk. His father always likes that but after his mom died his dad was heartbroken and it affected him he didn't pay attention to how his son felt. Being 6 years old and his mother passing away Tubbo didn't have the best childhood. So Tommy made sure Tubbo could lean on him.

Tommy was certainly the ring leader of the gang. He always suggested pranks and decided on games to play. Tommy wasn't happy he was younger than Tubbo but was happy he was older than Y/n. He always felt the need to protect you with every strength he could muster. His favorite game showed that. They played a game many kids played, the Knight, Princess, and the villain. Of course, Tommy was the knight and you were the princess tubbo would be the villain but sometimes Wilbur would play with them. Wilbur being 11 towered over them and was much stronger than the little kids which would make it 10 times more fun.

On his 7th birthday, he had a small party nothing too big, just his family, you and Tubbo. Tubbo couldn't get him much so he made Tommy a bandana. Even though Tubbo felt bad he couldn't give Tommy anything grand Tommy appreciated the bandana and put it around his neck showing Tubbo he liked it. Wilbur, Techno, and Phil gave him a copy of the family photo. It was rare to be able to take a photo so getting a copy of one made it just as great of a gift. Then the final gift was from you. You knew he loved music so you tried to get at least one rare Disc, but you managed to get two.

He stared at the Discs in amazement quickly running to the old jukebox his father owned. He put in the disc Cat. He smiled at the sound of the music, let's just say it was his favorite birthday gift he ever got. He hugged you which made you blush but you hugged back smiling. The others were awed at the sight. Wilbur managed to take a quick picture and made a mental note to get it printed out. It cost a lot but the now 12-year-old would do anything for his little brother.

A few months later Tommy woke up to arguing between his brothers and father. He silently stepped down the stairs making sure to go as slow as possible.

"What is up with you lately dad! All you do is stay in your room! You left us to take care of Tommy ever since you got that stupid letter a few months ago! Tommy hasn't noticed because of us!" Techno whisper yelled trying not to wake up Tommy which was a little too late.

"Not only that but you try to redeem yourself by giving us small gifts! Sure I appreciate it but I know why you're doing it! You don't want anyone noticing you've been acting suspicious lately" Wilbur crossed his arms.

"Keep it down you're gonna wake your brother" Phil whispered trying to stall the sudden outburst by the twins.

Tommy ran upstairs quietly putting clothes on to run to your house. He climbed out his window carefully. He would occasionally climb out his window if he was grounded to walk to Tubbo's house or your house. Right now he was on the way to yours.

It took him 10 minutes to get to your house. He grabbed a small pebble and threw it at your window. He threw 2 more before you opened the window looking down at the boy.

"Tommy what are doing here," I said watching the boy climb up to my window. He looked upset. Sitting in my bed.

"They're fighting again..."

"Whos fighting?" I asked sitting next to him.

Tommy was looking down tears streaming his face.

"My brothers and dad" He whispered. "It happened last week too but it wasn't that bad but they've been fighting more recently and I don't like it" The 7-year-old sniffled.

"Do you know what they were arguing about?" I asked placing my hands gently on his.

"My dad has been acting differently apparently" He sighed wiping his tears " I didn't notice but apparently it's so obvious to Techno and Wilbur"

"Maybe your dad is working on something really important," I said not knowing how to fully answer.

"Probably" He muttered

"Hey, I know how to cheer you up!" I said running over to one of my chests.

I looked through a few chests trying to find a music disc to play for Tommy. When I finally found it I ran to the Jukebox and put it in the slot. The disc played Chirp throughout the room. I look over and saw Tommy smiling just a bit.

"How do you have so many Discs," Tommy asked standing up walking to the Jukebox.

"My grandpa had a bunch before he died, he gave them all to me because when I was younger all we did was listen to the discs" I smiled at the memory.

"So why did you give Cat and Mellohi to me?" He asked

"Because your my favorite person in the world" I looked at him smiling I could see his face turn red which made me giggle.

"You're my favorite person in the world too," Tommy said pulling me into a hug to which I hugged him back.

"Thank you..."

"Your welcome Toms"

He pulled away from the hug and looked out the window seeing the sun slowly rise.

"Oh crap, I have to go before I get caught" He panicked running to the window.

"wait!" I ran and grabbed Chirp from the Jukebox running to the window hanging me the disc. "Take it"

"But I thought-"

"Let that disc remind you of me if you ever need to let out your feelings"

"Thank you" He smiled kissing my cheek then climbing down the house.

"Thomas!" I shouted but still smiling.

"Bye" He grinned waving

"Be safe" I whispered watching him run off to his house.

Tommy ran as fast as he could to his house before the sun could rise any longer. He climbed up to his window jumping into his room. He was holding the disc carefully when he was climbing so he didn't scratch it. He laid in bed out of breath from running but thank god he made it back before anyone noticed.

A few weeks later you suddenly stopped coming over to play with him and Tubbo. Tommy just thought you had something to do with your family as you did every so often. Days turned into weeks. He sat every night looking at the picture Wilbur took on his birthday of you guys hugging. It didn't sit right that you hadn't shown up or even sent a message that you were away. It confused him.

The next day he begged his family to take him to your house. Yes, he knew how to get to your house but he still wanted one of his brothers to go with I'm knowing his father was still busy. Tommy asked Wilbur in the morning but Wilbur said he was busy today and maybe tomorrow. Tommy had to go today no matter what so he ran to Technoblade's room knocking on the door. Only for Techno to say he was busy and not to bother him.

He sighed knowing he would have to go himself. He put his jacket on and shoes. He walked out of the house and made his way over to your house. Tommy ran to your house concerned, he had a bad feeling and wanted to make sure you were okay.

He saw your house and sprinted faster when he arrived he walked to the door seeing it partially opened. He opened the door all the way seeing the inside of the house destroyed. He walked inside looking around.

"Y/n?" He said seeing shattered glasses on the ground.

"Y/n?!" He saw blood on the ground which made his breath hitch.

"Y/N!" He ran up to your room panicked only to be faced with a pool of blood on the floor.

"No no no no no no," He said his body giving out on him making him fall to the ground blood getting on his clothes and shoes.

He didn't bother to get up and leave. He physically couldn't get up his body was in a paralyzed state so he was forced to lay where you possibly died. his breath was heavy and it was like he had no oxygen in his lungs. he wanted to cry for help but the way he was breathing, it was useless to try. He eventually passed out due to a lack of oxygen.

When he woke up it was night. He still laid in your bedroom but this time he could actually breathe. He then realized he had been gone all day and didn't know what time of night it was. Tommy slowly got up looking at his bloodied clothes. His tears silently fell as he made himself walk back to his house. He wasn't bothered by the noises of the creatures around the area. He couldn't care less if he got hurt because he had a bigger wound that no one would ever be able to fix.

The house lights were on and he saw people sitting outside. He walked closer and saw his family with worried looks on their faces. When they heard footsteps they looked to see Tommy slowly making his way to the door. Wilbur immediately ran up to the little boy pulling him into a hug.

"You had us all fucking worried!" He pulled away from the hug only then noticing the blood. "Holy shit your hurt"

Tommy just stood there no words came out of his mouth as his brother brought him inside to check his "wounds". He was sat on the kitchen counter as Phil raced to grab the first aid kit. when Wilbur went to take Tommy's shirt off to clean the "wound" He says nothing but dried blood.

"Tommy?..."

"She's gone....."

"What?"

"Y/N IS GONE!" His sudden outburst made the 14-year-old jump.

"She's dead Wilby" He sobbed Wilbur pulled the boy into a hug and tried calming down the younger boy. Tommy eventually fell asleep and Wilbur changed him into his pajamas taking the bloody clothes to the washer.

10 years later he sat in exile he lost his precious Discs and was now sent out of the land that he built with Wilbur and Tubbo when Phil went missing and Technoblade left. Wil eventually died by his own father. It was the first time he had seen Phil in 10 years only to see him kill one of the only people who stuck by him.

He then lost Tubbo who exiled him for a stupid prank he did on George's house with Ranboo. Tommy wasn't the type to snitch on someone so he took the blow for Ranboo. He had officially lost everything he ever cared about, the only thing he had left was a picture of you and him hugging when he was 7 years old.

"Tommy?...."

"Y/n?!"

------------------------------------------------------- Just thought of this randomly. ✨YOU ARE AMAZING AND PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE! YOU ARE WORTH IT ON SO MANY LEVELS✨