#I went for a simple approach because I’m lazy but still

[t1mmytim]

Partners…

I’ve been sick so this took a little longer to complete than my other stuff but I’m really happy with it.

So sad the show is over but delighted that it ended with a bang! I was so afraid it was gonna take a turn for the worse last second- but am so happy it didn’t. I hope everyone on the crew goes on to work on more wonderful projects like this. I also hope all the writers get paid 100000000000000000000$ because they deserve it.

Anyways that’s all from me. Bye~

[corinne-eaglebridge-sso]

Getting closer to getting all the horses I rode on at my old stable (before the accident)! I now have Masha (black NSH, though irl she was a Dutch harness horse), Jordan (chestnut KWPN, not sure of irl breed but his mom was Luna so most likely Freiberger), Ranger (bay KWPN, I’m pretty sure irl he was a KWPN mix with something?), and technically Luna (g1.5 danish warmblood, so I might replace her with a different model. Sse release freibergers pleaseeee).

Still missing: Kismo. There’s not been a pony that has the right model *and* looks like him yet. How hard is it to get a simple chestnut pony with white markings? :(

Just to be clear - the newest photo from all of these is Jordan’s, from 2021. I have not ridden since my accident in late 2021, about 4 months after that photo was taken. The oldest (Kismo) is from 2015, when I was about a week from turning 11, and very early in my riding journey. The photos overall tend to skew older.

(More info on all of them under the cut)

Kismo is the pony I learned to ride on - and it almost wasn’t him. They wanted to put me on Bonte, but Bonte had already done the max excercise they allowed their horses to do each day (I think Bonte did a driving thing earlier in the day?) so they put me on Kismo, the more… difficult of the two. We just, worked, so my instructor kept me on Kismo. (Which worked out great, because from the interactions I had with Bonte in groundwork, Bonte and I just didn’t get along great.) He had such a stable gallop, like one you'd see in a western movie. Scared of stepping in puddles, though, which could cause issues on trail rides.

After Kismo, I started to ride Ranger a bit more - he was the “all around” lesson horse, capable of handling both kids and adults. Lazy as anything, unless you caught him on a good day, and spooked easily - my instructor tended to lunge him before lessons if there was anything in or around the arena that might set him off. He’s the one who caused me to learn how to hold in my scream/yelp reflex.

The stable I rode at was a boarding and breeding stable first - the daughter of the owner was the one giving me lessons. Luna was one of their broodmares, so I did not always ride her for a long time. She wasn’t exactly lazy, not like Ranger, but she was stubborn, unless you went on a trail ride with her - she was like dynamite then. I learned to sit through bucking from her, even though she only did it a few times. We had a Shetlander as a boarder once, and Luna was terrified - the Shetlander, Verona, was being groomed (our main grooming stations were attached to the poles that had the arena “walls” (see the photos) and Luna spooked so bad from seeing her that she made a full 180 and galloped away - and even made a flying change! She did that a lot, the flying changes that is. It was nice once it stopped being surprising.

Masha is (or well, sadly, was) my beloved <3. Not a lot of us could ride her, she was very sensitive. Masha and I just clicked together though. She was already a senior mare when I started riding her - my guess is that she was born around 2000, based on the one time I remember asking her age and it being 19 at that time. She was a harness horse that was scared of the harness, and she had never been able to get pregnant, even though they tried. Masha was well. She was my soul horse, pretty much. We just got eachother. She’d take it easy on me if she felt I was stressed - although she would sometimes be more rough on me as well, so that I did not have space in my mind for anything but riding her. Her gallop was wild and reckless, and I had to remember to breathe - but once you moved with her, it was nice, even if she couldn't always maintain it for a long time, and she often started from the wrong foot, causing us to have to go back to trot and try again. She was a good jumper, but had had an accident with a rider falling and her almost landing on them, so she was scared to approach jumps. Once you got her over them, though, she was incredible. As she got older, though, health issues started to come up. She collapsed while I was mounting to warm up for a dressage competition once - I had to switch to Ranger last minute. Pressure spots on her back, likely, but it was terrifying still. I was the first person allowed back on her after her recovery. Later, she had two muscle knots in the same ankle - and those were fixed for a while, but the leg issues kept coming back. Last I heard, she was sold to a horse trader (this happened after my accident). I mourn her still. I hope she ended up as a paddock buddy somewhere, but, well… she was in her mid 20’s, with health issues… I don’t blame the stable for selling her. But I just grieve her and the fact I never got the chance to say goodbye.

Then lastly, Jordan. Luna was nursing a foal, Masha was injured, Ranger was being ridden by someone else in my class, and I had long outgrown the ponies by that point. Jordan was the one my instructor put me on. One of Luna’s sons, extremely green, 6 years old and very eager to please. For the short time I rode him, he was already incredible. And then we had our first jumping class together and the accident happened. I don’t blame him for it. He was following the guides I gave him, if overeagerly. I shifted my weight to one side (because of losing a stirrup, and losing balance, but he didn’t know that), so he turned. He did not run after I fell, instead approaching me carefully. He was always eager to please. Even when I visited during recovery, he remembered my voice when I called out to him and raced through the meadow to the fence to see me. I’m sure he’ll be an excellent lesson horse eventually, one that will make many people very happy, just like he made me happy. I miss him.

I didn’t intend to go on a infodump about all these horses but. I guess I did. And it doesn’t feel right to remove it, so I guess it’s staying.

[a-spell-a-rebel-yell]

April

hello lads & lasses! hope everything is well and everyone’s doing good 😊 i'm actually on time again because i'm done with all of my assignments hurrah!

April marked the end of Ramadan and all the fun it brought along, but my first Ramadan as an ortho resident was cool! spent a quiet Eid this year, just at home with my immediate family and enjoyed lazying around all day. it's quite funny how getting older doesn't change my opinion that staying in is still the best thing ever 😂

two days after Eid i got to watch Joko Anwar’s Siksa Kubur and i feel like i’m about to be a true cinephile lol as i left the cinema with so many things in my mind unrelated to the horror film but about faith and belief - like a true philosophy student 🤪 i love Jokan’s unorthodox approach to incite something in the audiences’ minds and hearts, his works really get you thinking critically. maybe not everyone’s cup of tea as some catalogued them as ‘boring’ or ‘pretentious’ but i guess you enjoy what you count as entertainment. not understanding his way of delving into things doesn’t exactly mean your brain doesn’t have the capability to process them, just that you simply do not seek recreation from it.

in line with faith and belief, it brings back to me this John Green quote from The Perks of Being A Wallflower: we accept the love we think we deserve - altered my brain chemistry when i read it the first time all those years ago - that the way you perceive things really does matter and control how you’re living your life. a simple example, if you think of happiness in a narrow and limited definition of such and such, it will be more than difficult to find happiness: you’ll be inclined to think life is perpetually hard, no joy at all, et cetera… only by gaining knowledge (therefore, wisdom) you can broaden your view and know that it’s all in every crevices of life. boom, life-changing way of thinking! which is why i don’t think humans will ever be able to judge why things happen the way they are or let alone try to defy Allah’s plans simply because of our finite and bounded point of view. this is where tawakkul plays its role (again, of course, Allah is always with us) and i just love how again and again belief and faith go hand in hand. and how knowing this - essentially having knowledge - is an omnipotent power!

about dealing with grief, no matter how many years have passed it is still grief. but it is also the solid proof that i am capable of such immense and intense love that too i can recognize grief of this unmeasurable degree. i’ve been shown and experienced how everything never went to waste, it all amounts to something. though bloodied and battered, it is with grace and dignity. my mind flitted back into one of my favorite quote from Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince, said by Harry himself (“It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.”) in summary? persevere and survive. endure and survive.

of course i am capable of forgiving, i am all about putting things behind in the past, all done’s begone. but it’s not necessarily that, to me it’s forgive but do not forget. it reminds me of the story of Rasulullah and Wahsyi (who killed Hamzah pbuh) how Allah understands Rasulullah’s feelings on the murder (if you’re not familiar with the story, read here) so, like a mere human being that i am, sometimes i contemplate about how the people who’ve caused me great suffering and once made my life a continuous torture can live their wonderful life happily, without guilt, with no repercussions whatsoever. my answer came a few weeks ago when i read this article mentioning how their punishment is who they are - and that stopped me in my tracks. the way those callous people never realized the extent of what they did to me, they tend to never learn - therefore never made themselves better and ingrained in their souls are the foul, immoral things they did. the stain of what they did will follow them in the way they will unconsciously carry the impulse wherever they go - they tend to repeat it again, which ensures the fact that they will get the consequences one way or another, for Allah is Just. added a new prayer to my repertoire: may i never be the reason someone has to force themselves to learn how to stop having breakdowns every once in a while…

in a lighter note, it’s one month before my very first ortho dept gathering and we still haven’t rehearsed the performance we need to do omg 😭 also can’t believe we’re reaching the end of second semester, marking my first year as an orthodontic resident! it's quite funny to me the way that the times i've visited the UI Depok campus can be counted by fingers... had my first ever offline exam at Depok and wow the campus is so spacious and i've been a Salemba girlie for so long the amount of students there kinda surprised me lol i'm so used to cramped spaces at Salemba 😭😭 but yeah to me it's Salemba > Depok simply because Depok's temperature is too hot! i can't stand it!

more of my friends are getting accepted into residency this year, and i'm delighted! though not everyone go to UI though, some chose Unpad and UGM. very proud of them! i've been persuading lots of my friends to go back to school 😂

anyways, that's all for this month, i'll get back to you on May's post! stay under shade, stay away from the sun, and make sure to hydrate yourself! take care 💙

[stonedghostblogg]

documentation of a 21 year old Chicana living in 21st century America (11.2023)

journal entry (1)

I finally have a job after being unemployed for 3 months. I left my last job due to harassment from upper management, who were not shy about how controlling they can and will be. It was not fun being 1 of 2 POC in an office full of white people. It was my first office job, too. So I am already not fond of corporate America. Prior to losing my job, I did a decent job at saving up my money (thanks to my BF who takes care of our date nights and other outings). But seeing as to how much things cost, I still raked up thousands in CC debt, haha! Additionally, my car insurance rate went up by $100/ month due to ‘inflation’ (I call BS and really CEOs are trying to squeeze out the life and money common folk have left). I’m also getting nervous because the holidays are approaching and I need to buy food, gifts, decor and blah blah blah. All this to say I feel like there’s more tough times coming ahead and trying to pay it all off will not be simple.

On a brighter note, it’s almost been a year since I secured my first apartment. I spent years before this wishing I could live on my own. It’s a big accomplishment of mine. Before obtaining my apartment, I still held out hope that I’d be able to afford a house with my S/O. Boooy was that dream crushed real quick. Although my one bedroom apartment is quite meager, I still appreciate the fact that I’ve been able to pay my rent every month and that me, my boyfriend and my two cats have a safe place to eat and slumber peacefully.

Sometimes my mind enters a dark place and refuses to have hope for easier times where money isn’t an issue. So far in my adulthood, it really feels like I’ve been getting to know the world more and how bad it really is. Growing up, you always hear lectures about the “real world” and how tough it is and blah blah. I will admit it is very tough. But I’ve come to understand that it’s only so tough because of the people in control of everything. It’s tough because the system was made to be tough. Especially for anyone in minority groups or people with unstable home lives. I’ve learned so much of disparities that exist and evil acts committed in the past by vile people to remain in control of the economy. I’ve also come to learn how many ‘different companies’ are owned by only 1 or 2 other companies. How easy it is for rich people to evade punishment and how difficult it is for lower class people’s and minorities to have their basic needs met.

Really I’ve learned that this existence is a facade. Unless you start a successful business or become an internet sensation/celebrity, you’ll always live a life of trying to scrape by, working most days while older generations critique younger people for being lazy (despite most of us having 2 or more jobs to get by!). Not everyone can own a business or become a celebrity. Not everyone WANTS that. The belief that you can do anything in this country just by pulling up your boot straps is false. I am also understanding why certain people want history to be eased or told differently than it actually happened. The world is bad, but it is so much worse than I thought.

That’s not to say there isn’t any good in life. There definitely is. It’s just difficult to find. There’s a saying about knowing there’s kindness in the world because one is kind. I like to think it’s true. I try to be kind as often as I can. I try to appreciate the small things in life as often as I can.

But how long of that will I have to do, will others have to do, until we are able to have our needs met. When businesses aren’t charging an arm and a leg for food or clothes. Donation centers selling second hand clothing are even inflating their prices. In addition to corporations squeezing money out of everyone, there’s also the feeling of impending doom resulting from Climate change and/or nuclear war. Despite the world literally dying and flowers growing in Antártica, everyone still must adhere to the working standards for large corporations. Will it only end when everyone’s dead?

[nightcall99]

Dreams from 1.8.23

Dream 1: I had just arrived to a therapist appointment with three other people. There was a boy and girl who I didn't know but kind of did, and the third person was AJ. They were all younger than me. We were about to have a group therapy session with the four of us. This counselling clinic was a popular place, it was a well-known, well-received company that had chain businesses all over. This particular branch was situated on a busy shopping strip, it felt like Lygon St. When we first got there, we went to the reception area to speak to one of the receptionists to notify them of our arrival. One person in my group did that, while I was noticing a bubble-like spot on the floor that was bouncy like a trampoline. The floor was black. Myself and one of the other girls started jumping on this particular spot, but mostly it was just me. I was able to bounce quite high, it was fun but I started to get worried that I might land headfirst into some furniture so I stopped.

The four of us didn't really pay much attention to each other whilst we sat at a table in the waiting room. We were told to fill out some paper questionnaires which were sitting in a pile on the table. I got myself a page, and saw that some of the questions had already been filled out by other people, presumably from prior sessions. People we didn't know. I must have missed out on the instructions because apparently that was the point and even though they had been partially filled out, we were supposed to continue answering the questions as much as we were able to. There were a few ladies who worked there that were over-seeing us, at least preliminarily. They wore uniforms and had glasses on. They were observing us very closely and taking down notes on their iPads. As I read the questions, I discovered that I couldn't come up with any answers. I couldn't be bothered putting any effort in, but also, I couldn't compute what the questions were asking of me. In fact, I had nothing to say. They were really 3D questions, so basically I would read it and then just space out. There was this sense that only the 'hard' questions were left. I kept trying though. I ended up going through each of the pages in the pile (which were all double-sided) but I still couldn't fill out anything, on any of them. Except for one question where the response entailed a drawing. I drew a picture of a girl holding a bow and arrow. I was quite happy with the way my simple drawing was turning out but when I got to the part of drawing the fingers, I stuffed up and it looked bad. I don't think I finished it. I felt like my every move was being observed and judged. The other people with me did not seem to have any trouble answering the questions. There were huge overhead lights centred on us and when someone had trouble reading a question, a light was pulled down closer to help them see better. It reminded me of surgical/examination lights with adjustable necks, which are often used during operations.

The whole time I felt a bit nervous about the fact that AJ was there, seeing as we hadn't really acknowledged each other's presence yet, and we haven't talked in a long time. I was feeling that moment approaching where we would eventually have to have a conversation. I think I was the one that ripped the band-aid off. The conversation went a little like this

Me: "How have you been?" Him: "Skye (his gf) needs a lot of downtime, she has very limited energy and I haven’t been able to do anything because I’ve been looking after her" Me: "That’s the thing with people who have limited energy, or are introverted. We’re not lazy, being careless or trying to be mean... we just literally have such limited energy to do things and there’s nothing you can do about it *silence* Me: Is your brother still living with you?" Him: "Yes" *silence* Him: "I’m scared of being depressed" Me: "As you right well should be"

I felt him looking at me. But there was this feeling like I didn't want to properly look him in the eye back. At times when I focused on him, I could sense his energy, or something akin to it, like an echo... and it’s like we were really having a conversation. But it felt awkward. It felt like I was stuttering, struggling to come up with responses. I didn’t really know what to say to him anymore. It wasn't like it once was.

Dream 2: I was at work but it didn't look like work, this place had a much larger floor plan. There was a customer that wanted me to show them where a particular product was. I knew this product was located underneath the apple cider vinegar on the shelf. I was walking her to the aisle and as I approached the aisle and looked into it, I didn't even bother walking in to have a proper look because the feeling wasn't right. I knew I wouldn't it find there. I walked to the next aisle, and it was the same thing. It felt like nothing was in it's normal spot. The ACV is usually together with the more natural/folk remedy products, but I couldn't sense where that was anymore. I passed by a whole bunch of aisles until we were almost at the end and I still couldn't find it. But not only that, it felt like I was just going through the motions. My surroundings had lost all meaning and everything become unrecognisable and empty. It was just rows and rows of various products and I was struck with how they are just 'things'. An indecipherable sea of nothingness. I muttered under my breath for the customer's benefit, trying to save face, oh we keep changing the positions of things...

[anime-grimmy-art]

What do you do when there’s not much to an AU? You make up your own stuff, ofc. And as is per usual when I make Character Designs, I make up a shit ton of lore too.

The ramblings under the cut, but what I’m really interested in, is what you guys think. Do you guys have any headcanons/ideas for this AU? Let me hear them! Also, if you don’t wanna read on tumblr, here’s the Google Docs link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/151yshHxnb_--P6eMKkwkI2dee9xC_Llb/view?usp=sharing

Before I get into the characters’ roles, here’s some general facts and backstory of their town:

- Basically, it’s Undertale meets Harvest Moon / Stardew Valley. Well, kinda. I at least used that approach for coming up for the jobs for the characters. You know, how there’s always a general store, a doctor, a smithy, etc.

- The usual story of a HM game is that you come to a town that’s way past its glory days and you, as the player/farmer, help them get back to that. The “backstory” of the town is that that already kinda happened. I’ll get into it more in the character description, but basically when Asgore was still mayor, the town got really popular. Then yadda yadda, a certain tragedy happened, two kids died, and the town suddenly got very bad publicity. There was a lot of stuff going on back then, bad reputation being spread and also a lot of law stuff, cos, you know, supposed child murder ‘n all, so Asgore made the decision to shut off the town to ppl from outside. This was in the interest of most monsters living there, because as fun as it is to have a lot of people coming there, most just wanted to live a quiet life. Not everyone was happy with that though, so many moved away from town and some others are trying to get the town back on its feet. But more on that later.

On to the characters:

I’m just gonna start with the skelebros, cos it’s their fault in the first place I got so invested.

Basically, they are what the player is in hm/sdv. They just showed up one day, took over the abandoned farmhouse and began their life there. The two came to town way after it was “closed” and since then a new mayor has opened the possibility for new residents to move in. Their farm helps the economy of the town a lot and the mayor, like usually in hm games, is trying to use that to make the town more known again. The skelebros aren’t really working towards that goal however.

So, now a bit more detail on them individually.

Papyrus:

- The design is mostly based on what’s “canon” in this au.

- He works mostly on the fields and is in charge of the crops. Their fields aren’t spectacularly big, but still big enough to plant a few dozen rows of veggies. 

- Paps also helps out a lot in town when he has the time. He helps Asgore with his plants, he goes fishing with Undyne, helps Toriel carry crates around and so on. This is inspired by the part-time job mechanic in HM ToT.

- Unbelievably, in this AU Pap is not an absolutely awful cook. Since he helps out at Muffet’s and Grillby’s a lot, they tend to show him some tricks to cooking. Even though Pap’s not a big fan of the greasy or overly sweet cooking those two do, he picks up a lot.

Sans:

- Again, design mostly based on the “canon” look. Maybe a bit more baggy.

- This is finally an AU this dude gets to rest. Since there are no resets and he doesn’t have to see his bro die again and again, for once in his life, he’s not a sad ball of depression. He’s just a chill and lazy dude that loves to make puns. Though, since he’s not too experienced with the feelings of loss, helplessness or grieving, he still tends to hide behind puns and fakes smiles if he does feel bad.

- Sans is in charge of the animals on the farm. Papyrus begrudgingly gave him that role since Pap’s loud demeanour and hectic movements usually scare the animals. Sans’ relaxed attitude draws the animals to him naturally and even if Pap mostly finds him sleep against a tree, in a stack of hay or on one of the sheep, the animals are always fed, healthy and relaxed, so Sans seems to be doing his job.

- Sans always has a small chic sit inside his hoodie or hat. Is it always the same one? Who knows, maybe.

- Sans also, somehow, can produce eggs out of thin air. Grab into his hoodie pocket, in his pants pocket, in his hat, in his slipper, there’s suddenly always an egg there. On good days he can even make butter or cheese appear. 

Gaster:

- He’s literally just a scarecrow in this. Though, if you ask any of the bros why they designed their scarecrow that way, they won’t have an answer.

Frisk&Toriel:

- Frisk is mostly based on what I wore myself as a kid in summer. Just a loose shirt with a cappy. Toriel basically has her ut gown, just with an apron on top.

- Frisk just appeared outside the “magical” forest one day. Napstablook and his cousin found them and brought them to Toriel, who has been taking care of them since.

- Toriel runs the general store in town, but also often takes care of the few kids that still live there.

- Frisk usually helps out in Toriels store, plays with the other kids or sits around at Asgore’s. They’re notorious for nabbing small snacks, mostly from Asgore’s plants. You’ll always find them munching on something. 

- Frisk was in town before the skelebros. Since they’d moved in, Frisk often went to spy on their farm. After a small incident with angry chicken, Frisk got to know the two better and now they see them as something between brothers and uncles.

- But Frisk honestly gets along with everyone. Just like in UT, they’ve not only been adopted by Toriel but literally everyone.

- Toriel and Asgore’s relationship is not as bad as in the main game, since, you know, Asgore didn’t kill literal children, but there’s still tension between them. Back when Asriel and Chara died and the whole thing with the bad rep for the town began, Toriel felt betrayed by Asgore focusing more on the town than giving their deceased kids the grieving they deserved. They’re not divorced, but Toriel still moved out and said needed space to think. Now that Frisk is in the picture though, the both of them are slowly coming to even ground and may even be able to talk things out and clear up the uncertainty of their decisions.

Asgore:

-Asgore has his UT Ending / Deltarune clothes, just with a gardener’s belt.

- He’s the previous mayor of the town, but after all the crap that happened, he stepped down from the position. Now he has his own little shop and sells seeds, saplings, homegrown veggies and fertilizer. So, basically what e.g. the Marimba Farm is in HM AP

- His main customer is Papyrus and they’re on friendly terms. Asgore is worried about how much and how hard Pap works, so he often gives him a discount. 

- Since his family’s past tragedy, Asgore is kind of nervous around kids. So, when he first met Frisk, he hoped they’d not visit him too often. But to his chagrin, Frisk took an instant liking to him and spends a lot of time at his shop (and steals eats the fresh grown veggies). Now, he’s really grateful for that, because for one, he loves Frisk as dearly as he had his own children, and also because now the tension and mistrust between him and Toriel seem to grow smaller day by day.

Undyne&Alphys:

- I gave Undyne a pretty basic fisher’s outfit. Alphys basically has Elli from HM’s outfit, just a bit more doctory stuff added. She still has her canon lab coat too.

- In essence, Undyne and Alphys have 2 completely different jobs. Alphys is the resident doctor and Undyne runs the fish market.

Two things. Yes, I know Alphys is more a mechanic than a doctor, she fits the aesthetic though, so she’s the doc now. And no, Undyne being a fisherwoman is not cannibalism, think of it more as a shark hunting smaller fish.

- The reason I lump them together is because they act as the local “smithy”. Alphys is still really tech savvy in this (I mean, Mettaton is still part of this AU), so she takes on most problems with electronics and stuff. For Undyne, I didn’t want to lose her Royal Guard’s Captain image, so she’s really good at handling tools (and weapons, but Al doesn’t let her make them anymore). So basically, if there’s a broken tool, you can be sure that either Undyne or Alphys can fix it.

- As for relationships, those two are still an item. Alphys is still really shy and a shut-off, but since Undyne and Pap become best friends, she gets to know the skelebros better. She and Sans especially get along well, since most of the time Undyne and Papyrus are let loose, they sit back and talk about science-y stuff. (no, Sans doesn’t have a background in science but he’s still into sci-fi)

- Alphys has a bit of a strained relationship with both Asgore and Mettaton.

Back when Chara and Asriel died, it was because of “illness” (maybe poisoning?). Alphys feels awful because with her back then limited knowledge on medicine she couldn’t help the two. Asgore doesn’t hold anything against her but Alphys can’t help but feel guilty.

Alphys still built Mettaton’s body in this one. The two had a really big disagreement, because Mettaton hated the fact the town was going to close, and he couldn’t understand how Alphys could feel otherwise, even more so endorse the idea.

Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy/Mew Mew:

- Napsta and Dummy are pretty self-explanatory, they got straw hats. Mettaton’s outfit is a bit of a joke cos it’s a play on “work at the top and party at the bottom”. The tie has two different sides, one with the yellow red pattern, the other completely red. His “top part” is the business part, because when he’s on tv or in the mayors’ office, you don’t usually see his feet. The bottom is his party/dance part, cos his dancing/entertainment channels mostly feature his legs. 

- Mettaton, still a robot, Napstablook and Mad Dummy are all still cousins in this AU.

- Originally, they all lived and worked at the Blook Farm, the Animal Farm of this AU. Mettaton, however, despised that simple live and after befriending Alphys and her building him a body, he left the Farm to pursue bigger things. 

- Mettaton runs the local tv network. From weather to game shows, he does it all. He also runs the tailor shop in town that sells his designer clothes and merchandise. After Asgore stepped down, Mettaton also took over the role of town’s mayor and now works towards making the place more known again. Not everybody is happy with him doing that though.

- One of those people is the Mad Dummy. He can’t stand people anyways and he always claims that history would just repeat itself.

- Since the whole family is made of ghosts, they have different dummies and scarecrows they can use to take care of the animals. To mock Mettaton and kinda get back at Alphys for giving MTT such an opportunity, Mad Dummy found the blueprints for the Mew Mew robot and now modelled one of their scarecrows after it. 

- Napstablook isn’t fond of taking over obejcts like his cousins do, so he mostly takes care of the snails. Somehow, he can interact with them even when incorporeal. 

Muffet&Grillby:

- The two of them run the Inn together. Muffet cooks in the daytime and makes desserts, Grillby manages the bar in the evening. 

- The two still can’t really stand each other but working together like this benefits them both because their rivalry just spurs them on more.

- Even though Grillby is a patient person, somehow Muffet is the only person who riles him up enough to retaliate. (Well, maybe except for Sans, he’s a strong second).

So, basically everything between those two is a challenge in some way. Even if Papyrus doesn’t notice, even his cooking lessons are a challenge for them. 

- Even though they’re constantly bickering, after working together for so many years, there’s a strange level of respect and trust between them. Even if back when they first started this business, they’d pour salt into an already open wound, nowadays they’d know better and just take a step back from the other or even comfort the other (on very rare occasions only). 

Asriel&Chara:

- They be dead. Kinda.

Some Characters that’d live in that town too but that I haven’t made designs for:

- Gerson is the original smithy of the town. He’d grown up in a family of smiths, but he’d always had an appreciation for the sea. That’s why, when the town became more deserted and Undyne had a good enough skill level as smith, he took up the Captains hat and now mostly spends his days out on sea. He also ferries people to places if they need him to. Oh, and just like in canon, Undyne learned most of her skills from him.

- Burgerpants is a poor dude Mettaton basically kidnapped when he was trying to get fame in the city. Now Burgerpants works wherever MTT needs him to, be that as cameraman for the tv shows, cashier in his tailor shop or his slave secretary in the mayor’s office.

- MK is Frisk’s best kid friend. MK’s parents are in charge of shipping the goods out of town and paying the individual people. MK’s the one that usually collects the goods at the end of the day.

- Other than that, there are only a few people in town. I’d imagine the older folks or the really young families stayed in town after it was closed. I think the librarby dude would still run the library. Some Snowdin residents like the stone family or the dogs also might still live there. 

[crazycookiecrumbles]

A Tough Conversation

A/N: UHHHHH. Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired.

TAG LIST NOTES:  I have no idea how to efficiently make a tag lists and am lazy as shit, so I would recommend post notifications just bc i’m, well,…tired lazy person

Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, Platonic!Bucky x Stark!Reader, Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Katy Chen, Bruce Banner

Warnings: angsty chats, swearing, fluff

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t know how you feel about him now that your ex has returned, and he fears it doesn’t bode well for him.

WC: 3,001

After Katy had shown up and complimented Steve’s appearance too many times for Shangqi’s comfort, you all went your separate ways. Everyone had a room to spend the night in since the compound was completed, anyway. Shangqi made something simple and easy, as commented on by Steve who decided to tell Shangqi while he was cooking to put a little bit extra of a certain spice in the food because that’s what you loved. When Shangqi looked to you to confirm, you gave a sheepish nod.

Shangqi really wanted to kill Steve.

At one point, Sam had approached the two of you to apologize and say that he didn’t know what Steve’s plan was. He just thought he was helping you to get over him, and that he had known what Steve was planning to do, he never would’ve put you in that position. It was the same thing as Bucky, and at the moment, you accepted the apology because you just wanted to go to bed.

Finally, you and Shangqi made it to his room. He didn’t realize how much thought you had put into it already. It was painted his favorite color, the furniture was inviting and warm, a little reminiscent of how it was in his apartment in case he felt homesick. He certainly loved the addition of an Xbox in there for when there was downtime.

You both went and showered together. It was far from compared to when you normally decided to save water. The two of you were focused on nurturing the other, washing each other’s hair, scrubbing each other’s backs, sharing sweet, tender kisses but never anything more. It was obvious that you both were tired, this news taking an emotional toll on the both of you, but it was weighing heavy on Shangqi.

Sitting on the bed, he watched you as you finished drying the ends of your hair before putting the towel to hang. You smiled softly at him as he moved over and patted the space next to him. In your robe, you curled up beside him and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I have to talk to you,” he began as he took a deep breath and prepared himself for this conversation. “It’s about Steve.”

“Babe, I —“

“Just wait. Hear me out,” he told you. “I know it’s been hard for you dealing with Steve since he left. But he’s here now, and he’s young, and he very obviously wants you and he knows you so damn well. I know you said you choose me, but be honest with me. Do you still have feelings for him?”

You were shocked. The look on your face said it all. Your jaw fell open as you stared at Shangqi. Clint’s earlier comments danced around in your head as you realized that through all your feelings and reactions, you’d really, really put him in a hard place.

“I just — I ask because you’ve had some strong reactions to him coming back. I mean, you almost put Bucky through the window. I just feel like if you, I don’t know, if you, maybe, didn’t feel anything for him, you, well, you wouldn’t be so upset.”

You nodded, “Yeah. You’re right, uh. Yeah. It’s hard for me to see Steve again like that.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” he muttered.

You chewed on your lip, “I made peace with the fact that I lost Steve. I was okay with it. Him coming back like this and wanting me is just confusing — not confusing because I want him back — confusing because I just don’t understand why he put me through this. I, I really had Steve on a pedestal. I loved him with everything I had. He was an absolute dream to me. Spontaneous trips when I was tired and stressed, he’d cook meals for me when I wasn’t eating because I was working or just not in the mood to do it myself. When I met Steve, he was the only man that didn’t see me as a sick conquest. He didn’t see me as Iron Man’s daughter to brag about nailing, he didn’t see me as a means to get closer to Tony Stark. He just saw me and he was the first man to do that, so, yeah, Steve means a lot to me. He holds a huge portion of my heart because he was my first, and what I thought was going to be my last love.”

Shangqi was incredibly insecure. He didn’t take you on spontaneous trips, he couldn’t afford to do so. He’d cook for you, but most of the time he’d burn it or it was something incredibly simple to make that he couldn’t possibly mess it up. Most of the time it was takeout, or food from Katy’s mom. If anything, you were the cook between the two of you. And based on what happened in the kitchen, he clearly didn’t know what you liked and —

“But it doesn’t mean I love you any less,” you grabbed his hand and held it tightly as you turned to face him and sat cross-legged. This reminded you of the conversations you’d have with Steve about Peggy and how you worried how you’d compare to her. He’d always reassure you, but, well, look how that turned out. “I’m always going to have Steve be a part of me. He was huge in my life. He was my other half. But the difference now since I’ve been with you is that I don’t wonder about ‘what if’ anymore. I don’t think about what I’m losing. I remember the pain and the confusion, but it’s not that I miss what I thought I was going to have. I’m just….betrayed. The betrayal is the hard part for me to get over.”

Shangqi nodded as he thought about what you were saying, “Are you sure? I, I love you. The last thing I want to do is keep you from being truly happy, and if that means I have to let you go, I —“

“Whoa, since when was Shangchi a quitter?” You teased. Your hand came up to cradle his cheek, eyes softening as you realized his cheeks were burning up and how painfully nervous and afraid he was. “I hope you don’t want to let me go, because I don’t want to let you go. Shangqi, I will never do to you what Steve did to me, I can promise you that. You’re all I want.” You hesitated before continuing, “Well — “

“Oh, god,” he murmured, his head sinking to his chest.

“I want a family,” you confessed. “I wasn’t sure about having one before. I was way too scared and obsessed with working, but my priorities changed. Someday, I want a family. I want kids for their uncles to throw around, for my little sister to play with, for Pepper to spoil rotten. If, if that’s not something you want, or something you want with me somewhere down the line, then, then I understand,” you nodded, your voice cracking. “I understand, and, and I won’t hold it against you or anything like that. I’ll” — 

“Well, actually,” Shangqi offered you a warm smile as he took a deep breath himself, “I always thought Katy would be the best aunt ever. You know, if her mom and grandma don’t steal the kid to squeeze its cheeks to death.”

You laughed a little, “Not a bad way to go, right? At least it’ll be loved. I know Bucky would let it use his arm like a jungle gym.”

Shangqi laughed at that, “God, we, we are not ready for kids yet, (Y/N).”

You nodded, “I know. I agree.”

“But I,” he sniffled as he ran his thumbs over your knuckles, “when I have kids, I want you to be their mother.”

A laugh escaped you with a choked cry. You reached up and wiped at your eyes before tackling Shangqi with all your strength, and rolling off the bed with him. You both laughed as you hit the ground, and Shangqi reached out to wipe the tears that still slipped from your eyes, “Promise me something, babe.”

“Of course.”

“You tell me when you’re ready, I’ll tell you when I’m ready,” he said. “And before that, no one comes in between us. Not some bad guy of the week trying to hurt us, and definitely not Steve Rogers.”

“Never, babe.”

“And please, please,” Shangqi murmured, “No more running. This doesn’t work if you run.”

You nodded, “I won’t. I’m done running.”

He sighed in relief, “Good. Good. But, even if you do, I’ll always find you,” he said. Shangqi immediately cringed, “That sounded way more romantic and less creepy in my head.”

You snorted and grabbed his face. You pressed your lips against his, soft kisses exchanged between the two of you before you pressed your forehead against his, “I knew what you meant.”

“Good,” he sighed in relief. “Let’s jump in this bed, right? We’ve got an early flight tomorrow.”

“That we do,” you nodded in agreement and climbed into bed with him, “And a whole life ahead of us.”

~*~

The following morning, Shangqi woke up on his own without the help of an alarm. He rolled over and smiled to himself seeing you all curled up under the blankets. He lifted his head to check what time it was, then his eyes widened and he shot out of bed.

“Babe, babe, wake up! We’re late! We’re like, five hours late! Oh, shit!” He swore loudly.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes as Shangqi ran around the room in a panic asking if private jets charged extra for this sort of screw up. Yawning, you sat up slowly while Shangqi was struggling to pull on his pants. He stared at you in surprise, “Babe. I thought you wanted to leave and get as far away from Captain Kosovo as possible.”

You yawned and nodded, “I do. And then I got a call six hours before our flight. Lift up the shades, babe.”

Shangqi frowned. He walked over to the window, looked around, and pressed a button so the blinds would roll up. As they were rolling he thought nothing of it, until he saw just how little he could actually see outside.

“We did not beat snowmageddon, which arrived several hours earlier than predicted,” you explained. “We are grounded. For the week. Even I have never seen this much snow before. This feels like a cruel prank.”

“So we’re here for the week,” Shangqi mused, then frowned. “With Steve.”

“Yep,” you sighed and brought the blanket up to your chin. “I left Pepper a text. I know that house can withstand anything because my dad is a paranoid freak — “

“Huh, like father like daughter —“

“Anyway,” You began, ignoring his amused grin as he walked back to bed while you grabbed your phone to check it. “She might come join us just so Morgan isn’t absolutely restless and bored out of her mind.”

“Good, I like Morgan. She’s a cute little deviant threatening me with plastic sporks,” Shangqi teased as he jumped into bed. You laughed as he landed beside you and grabbed your phone to put on the nightstand. “Well, we might as well make the most out of this extended vacation, shouldn’t we?”

“I think you’re right,” you shrieked with laughter as Shangqi ripped the blankets from you and lifted you in his arms. “What are you doing?”!

“I’m going to throw you in the snow. Wasn’t that obvious?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” He grinned and dropped you on the bed before performing a frog splash to land on top of you. “I have other things in mind.”

~*~

The kitchen was buzzing with life as you and Shangqi made your way to it. You could smell a fresh pot of coffee which had you humming with delight as you bumped your hit against Shangqi’s. He wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you entered the kitchen to see the breakfast spread laid out, courtesy of Sam wearing a ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron and smacking Bucky’s hand away from the bacon.

“Oh, look who joined us,” Bucky quipped as he caught the two of you while he stole a slice of bacon anyway. “You two have fun this morning?”

“What do you mean?” Shangqi asked.

Bucky glanced down at Katy who grinned widely. She set down her coffee cup and grabbed Bucky’s shoulder dramatically as she said in a high-pitched, breathy cry, “Fuck, just like that!”

“Gonna make you feel me all day,” Bucky replied to Katy as he tried to imitate Shangqi. The two of them burst out laughing and your face paled while Shangqi’s turned red.

“I—“he cleared his throat. “Well, uh.”

“We know, we know, you were just making sure Steve knew whose room she was in last night,” Sam joked.

Steve glared at him, “Really, Sam?”

“Take a joke, Cap. I’m just playing,” Sam said.

“How did you hear us?” You asked. “I thought I— I really tried to make sure we wouldn’t have the great Thor-fest of 2013.”

Shangqi stared at you while Katy blinked.

“Dude. There was a Thor-fest of fucking and he didn’t break a building? I’m disappointed,” Katy sighed.

“It was the tower. It echoed everywhere. We, I — I knew too much about Jane after that.” Bruce sighed. “But I didn’t hear you two this morning….if that helps.”

“I didn’t either. Bucky told me.” Katy said.

You looked to Bucky who shrugged, “Yeah, I took the room next to your boy toy’s. What a mistake.”

“But, but —“

He cut you off, “Enhanced hearing. I’m sure Steve enjoyed the show too, as much as I enjoyed retelling it.”

You glared at Bucky who smiled sweetly down at you.

“This is for the Bucky Bears, isn’t it?”

He patted the top of your head, “You know it, Starkypants.”

Bruce passed Shangqi a plate of food for each of you, which the young man quickly thanked him for. Just as he was about to pour coffee for the two of you, he caught Steve turning around and holding a mug out in front of you.

“Coffee, doll. Just the way you like it,” He said as he offered it to you while staring directly at your boyfriend. “I never forgot.”

“Oh, how nice,” You took the cup and immediately fumbled, the hot beverage splashing over Steve’s stomach and legs as he gritted his teeth and rode out the feeling of the burning liquid. “Oops! Wow. Golly. What a mistake.”

Shangqi couldn’t have possibly felt more proud.  He beamed brightly at Steve while the man reached over to grab paper towels to clean himself off.

“Oh, is this how we’re starting this?” Sam sighed. “Guys. Can we make it not a torture this week?”

“Blame Steve. He started it,” You said quickly as Shangqi handed you a cup.

“Just the way you like it,” he winked at you.

You smirked, “Love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

“I’m going to be sick, I think, “Bucky muttered as he looked between the two of you. “Absolutely disgusting. Horrific, even.”

Katy nodded in agreement, “It is really terrible to see two people be so happy together. I hate it. Really makes me want to just ruin it. Like an evil villain in a shitty movie,” Katy leaned across the counter when she said her last sentence so she could glare at Steve.

Steve sighed, “Yes, yes, message received, Katy.”

“Great,” Katy beamed. “You’re still super pretty and hot, though. Never forget that.”

“Gee, thank you.”

“Any time, old Cap,” Katy looked to her best friends. “So a week together in a superhero compound. What are we to do?”

Shangqi looked to you. You shrugged a shoulder as you looked at both of them, “I guess we can do whatever you want?”

“Well,” Bruce cleared his throat before chiming in. “We could actually run some training for both of them. Get a head start on —“

Everyone booed Bruce. He rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, “Come on, guys.”

“Yeah, yeah, be nice to Bruce,” you said. “He’s right, though. Might as well see what we can do while we’re here to be productive, but not for long. I had a very busy week with Morgan. I wouldn’t mind some rest and relaxation.”

“And we can’t work this week,” Katy grinned and high-fived Shangqi.

“I hope you’re gonna do some baking, then,” Bucky told you. “Or cooking. Anything with food, really.”

“Oh my god. You are not a starving man. Why are you like this?” You laughed.

Bucky scoffed and had both of his hands aimed at his chest as he spoke, “Bucky likes food! That’s all I’m asking for here! Not like Sam—“

“Buck—“

“Sam wants to ask you for an upgrade since you’re here and there’s a lab.”

You sighed heavily and looked to Sam, “Are you serious?”

“I mean, you know, you’re already here…” he trailed off and looked to you hopefully. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “Please?”

“Go for it,” Shangqi nudged your side.

“Don’t encourage him.”

He laughed, “No, no, it’ll work out fine. Katy and I can get the full tour, check out the training facility. You can fix up Sam’s suit.”

“Yeah, and we even got two Caps here to teach the young ones,” Sam said, nudging Steve with his elbow. “And we’ll be professional, right, Steve?”

Steve sighed and nodded, “Yes, Sam” —

“I won’t be.” Bucky said plainly. “No. I’m going to be super mean. I might even torture you.”

“Hot,” Katy blurted out, chin resting on her hands as she leaned against the counter. “Super soldier torture? Sign me up.”

Bucky stared down at her, “Katy, you scare me. Never change.”

“I don’t plan on it, Bucky Bear.”

“Forget it. I hate you.”

[dimepdf]

absolutely losing my fucking mind at your vigilante/m!reader. its exquisite. you write him so well. i’m on my knees begging for a part 2 (if you wanna write it of course)

JUST MY TYPE. + VIGILANTE ᵀᵂᴼ

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you’re the reason why Vigilante has a “type”.

pairing. adrian chase x reader

genre and warnings. 18+ under cut MDNI, pre-Vigilante, swearing, Adrian being Adrian, mentions of mental disorder, reader is black, oral (male receiving) | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

“Do you want to give me a handjob?”

Adrian compared the question to a shot in the dark, as he had been told by many people throughout his life that his understanding of social situations was fucked up.

When his therapist first mentioned that he had Alexithymia, he didn't seem surprised. The young boy had to sit awkwardly between his parents, as they sobbed, wondering what went wrong as parents.

Adrian would have to admit that it was the cause of his parent's divorce.

The couple feared that every step they took in front of him would force him to snap and turn into the murder they'd see on the news someday.

Adrian would be lying if he said he didn't mind if the people around him were afraid to approach him. That was everyone except you, of course. 

Maybe it was mainly because you treated him as if he wasn't a ticking time bomb like everyone else in his life. As if you didn't bother to tiptoe around him like his parents when speaking to him.

Adrian admired how you treated him as if he were anyone else. 

It was one of the characteristics that made him smitten with you: the way you freely joked with him, how you didn't scold him when he made a simple mistake, and the times you went out of your way to make him feel included when having to beg Gut to stay in the garage while you were over.

Maybe that's why he was so fond of putting your cock in his mouth. Having you under him, laying on his bed, and moaning because his tongue is wrapped around your shaft.

“Holy shit, how are you so good at this.” Adrian hummed in response to your question, the deep and somber tone of your voice flushing his cheeks as he tried to concentrate solely on pleasing you as he peeked up and swallowed.

Your lips were wide lazily open, as your eyelids were pressed shut as he watched your head lean farther back into his pillow.

He traced his hot tongue along your vein, watching as your body reacted, your chest heaving and deep whimpers escaping your throat.

When Adrian tried to pull away, your fingers tangled in his hair and your hips pushed desperately into his mouth. Adrian felt like he was going to melt.

Every time he pulled away, you felt your hips desperately thrust into his mouth.

He didn't bother to hide the smile that formed on his wet lips as you pushed his head further down your length, listening to the string of swears that you groaned as you came undone in his mouth.

Adrian nervously swallowed the taste of you down his throat as he went to wipe the shine from his mouth, watching as you took a minute to recover your breath.

The man shudders as he sees your chest rise and fall so swiftly, knowing that it's all his fault. "Did you learn how to do that somewhere?" You murmured, still breathing heavily, extending to sit with your back against the headboard

You glanced across at the brunette across from you, who seemed to stare at your physique with a lazy smile.

"I don't know; it's basic stuff I've seen on the internet." Adrian's smile was replaced with a self-conscious look as he suddenly realized how nake he was sitting in front of you. Sitting up to cross his arms to lessen the awkwardness.

You chortled and tucked yourself back into your boxers, completely oblivious to the hurricane of emotions that was raging through his mind.

Adrian swore he felt his heart physically shatter only being able to watch you stand up and redress silently, fearing that if he spoke, his words would betray him. 

Bringing a hand to his lips as he traced over the ghosting sensation of his mouth being wrapped against you.

You came to a halt as you saw Adrian appear to slip into a trance.

Exhaling a short laugh before lightly grabbing a fistful of the brunette's hair and carefully tilting his head to gaze up at you before leaning down and resting your lips on his.

The motion was more than enough to wash away Adrian's burdened sensation in his chest. 

The male sighed again as you moved away, your thumb trailing down his bottom lip humming, the sensation of your hands tangled in his hair making him feel light-headed as you pushed away.

"Do you want to hang out again without Gut again tomorrow?"

previously…

[detectivehannibal]

Studying with Hannibal Lecter

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Hannibal Lecter x Student! Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cock warming.

Request: Hannibal x fem student reader? She’s trying to focus amd write her exam online but hanni gets horny from watching her?smut pleeeeeeaze

A/N: Disclaimer that the reader is over the age of 18!

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Going back to college you finish your education was one of the best and worst ideas you ever had.

There were definitely pros and cons to the situation.

The pros were that you were working toward achieving something that you could use for the rest of your life.

You would be able to consider yourself an expert in your field.

Not to mention the bragging rights.

On the flip side, you were always slammed with work and all the studying you were doing was giving you flash backs to high school.

It didn’t help that you were a perfectionist, and that you would literally study until you fell asleep or Hannibal dragged you away to bed.

Hannibal is more than happy to share his home office with you, allowing you to sit at his large desk and use whatever material you might need.

Hannibal tries not to bother you when you’re studying or working on an assignment.

He’ll poke his head in every so often to make sure you don’t need anything.

He’ll bring you tea, coffee, a snack, etc.

You name it and he’ll get it for you.

Sometimes though, you’ll ask him to come sit with you so you can chat while you work.

You knew that going back to school had taken your attention off of him and he was beginning to feel distant from you.

So you try to reach out to him as best you can.

He’ll pull up a chair and sit next to you.

Sometimes he’ll even do some of his own work and the two of you will work together and make small talk.

He did what he could to lower your stress levels.

He wanted you to be successful.

But sometimes your workload was just too much.

There was one evening particular where you were REALLY stressed out.

Like, you came home and holed yourself up in his office without saying a word.

It sparked him as odd, considering that you always took the time to ask him about his day, no matter what you had to do.

He waited a couple of hours before going to check on you.

He stood near the doorway, watching as you typed furiously on your laptop.

He originally wasn’t going to say anything, but the longer he watched, the more...aroused that he got.

He couldn’t quite pinpoint why something as simple as you working hard got him hot and bothered.

He figured it was because he hadn’t really been intimate with you in a while.

That and there was something so attractive about seeing you so focused on something.

He approached you quietly in his socked feet.

He rested his hands on your shoulders carefully, breaking you from your trance.

“Hey, Hanni.” was all you could really muster to say at the moment.

“My love...why don’t you take a break?”

Normally, that was all it took for you to tear away for a bit,

But today you were determined to power through.

“No, I can’t. I’ve got to finish this.” 

“You’ve been working for far too long. I really wish you’d take a break.”

His thumbs started rubbing at the tense muscles in your shoulder, making his offer so hard to refuse.

He could see the stress on your face and he could practically smell the tension.

You needed some relief...some stress relief.

“Just 15 minutes. That’s all I ask for.”

His lips had fallen to your neck now, kissing and sucking softly.

A sigh escaped your chest, reluctance coursing through you.

But eventually, you agreed.

Hannibal stood you up from the desk chair, only to sit down himself and pull you on his lap.

You straddled him, the two of you making out and sharing passionate “I love yous”.

You felt bad when you felt how needy his kisses were.

They said nothing short of “I’ve missed you”.

Hannibal started to get handsy, his fingertips teasing the waistband of your shorts.

His hard on was obvious underneath you.

He slipped your shorts off of your legs while you worked on getting his belt and pants off.

He turned you around to where you were facing the desk again, raising you and lowering you down onto his erection.

The moan that you let out was music to his ears.

You went to start moving, but his hand stopped you from doing so.

“Hannibal, what-”

“Go on, darling. Read to me what you have so far.”

He had to be kidding.

He did all this to get you to stop working and now he wanted you to review it?

You tried to shift your hips to get some kind of friction, but he held you extremely still.

You started to read off of your laptop screen.

You were stuttering through it, an occasional curse sounding out.

He was buried deep inside of you.

His tip prodding at your cervix.

He made noises of interest and affirmation as you read, clearly impressed with what you had so far.

He turned down all of your pleas, prompting you to keep going.

You finished reading, ignoring the way that the words had began to blur.

You were begging now.

“Hannibal, please fuck me.”

“But I thought you liked feeling me like this?”

“I do, but...it’s so much better when you’re moving. Please, baby, I promise I’ll be good.”

Finally, Hannibal couldn’t bear to hear your whimpers anymore,

He wanted to make you feel good.

He lifted you off of his dick momentarily to turn you back around.

He took a second to marvel at how you had soaked him.

You barely waited to sink down onto him completely before you started rolling your hips against him.

Hannibal groaned in your ear, his voice rumbling and low.

He guided your hips in a rhythm, loving the way you bounced on his lap.

You angled yourself back a bit so he’d hit your g-spot every time you landed back onto him.

He wanted to get you to a fast, but good orgasm.

His fingers rubbed at your sensitive clit to bring you closer to your finish.

He thrusted up into you hard.

Each new thrust melting away more and more of your stress.

He sucked hickeys on your neck and praised you endlessly.

“You’re so good. I’m so proud of you.”

“Such a good girl. You’re so perfect.”

He worked you until you unraveled around him, your release hitting you full force with a flash of white.

He came inside of you, milking your walls white.

Your head fell onto his shoulder as you went limp, too tired to move.

His hands rubbed over your back as your breathings returned to normal.

He left sweet, lazy kisses wherever he could.

Your voice sounded out shortly after, drawing a laugh from him.

“I think...I can stop here for the night.”

[unanuvola]

(baby boy) turn me on with your electric feel

Pairing: Damiano × reader

Genre: smut

Summary: really, it's just smut

Warning(s): light choking, facesitting and crumbs on the bed

Damiano came back from his first session for the new album with a box of pastarelle and a big smile on his beautiful face. You weren't able to attend due to your work, although he invited you, but this inconvenience didn't stop you from supporting your boyfriend. As soon as he left home you sent him encouraging messages, called him during his lunch break, congratulated him on his first recording session, then you went to buy his favorite prosecco to celebrate together at home.

During the dinner, a simple pasta with sauce from fresh tomatoes, he couldn't stop talking enthusiastically about the new songs and you couldn't stop asking about it because you loved seeing him so passionate about his work.

Even now that you were lying on your bed, with just your panties and his Måneskin shirt, and Damiano was on the doorstep, wearing just a pair of boxer, with the bottle of prosecco and two glass in his hands, you could clearly see his desire to tell you about his day all over again.

"And you know what happened then?" Damiano asked, while you were resting on his shoulder and your hand was caressing his chest.

"No, babe! What happened?" you lied, because Damiano had already told you this part of the story at least a hundred times, but you couldn’t help but let him tell you again because of the joy it brought him.

"I hit the perfect note! Can you believe that?" he exclaimed.

"Of course I believe you! You're such a good bo-, I mean good singer," you teased him on purpose, knowing that those two small words could do magic in Damiano's fantasy.

His reaction, in fact, was almost immediate. It was impossible to not notice his bulge growing. You were about to reach for his pants, when you felt his hot breath on your ear, "Let me show you how much of a good boy I can be just for you."

He put a hand under your chin and lifted it slightly, until your eyes met. You wanted to say a million things to him, but you were mesmerized by those desirous eyes.

"Baby, do you want it? Tell me, I want to hear your voice," Damiano’s grip on your chin was gentle, his eyes so sincere.

"Yes," you managed to say it in a small voice.

He smiled excitedly and lowered his lips to yours, ready to devour every inch of you.

You disclosed your mouth as soon as Damiano started to gently bite your lower lip. The prosecco flavor melted in the kiss while Damiano took your cheeks in his hands, sucking your tongue. You tried not to close your eyes because you loved watching him lost in his desire, but now that Damiano's fingers and mouth moved on your neck, you shut them, letting out a deep moan.

Without hesitation Damiano started to kiss your collarbone, open-mouthed with pressured sucks. Your hand moved to his head and you began to caress his hair, encouraging him to continue moving his mouth slowly and sloppy on you. As soon as he felt your fingers rubbing his scalp, Damiano hummed loudly which made you shiver, goosebumps making you tingle, and you didn't miss the opportunity to tug his hair with so much force that he gasped, leaving your neck wet with his own saliva and a slight bruise.

"You like it, baby boy?" you asked, even though you already knew the answer. Actually, you could feel his answer. His throbbing excitement was enthusiastically grinding on your leg with circular, lazy movements.

Damiano groaned, a positive sign you supposed, and you moved your hand from his head to his shoulders, holding him close to you. He snuggled for a few moments, then nuzzled the junction point between your neck and shoulder before unexpectedly licking the long range of neck to earlobe. He lingered a bit, biting it slightly. "Now it's my turn to ask you-" his hand traveled from your soft belly to your chest first, "do you-" his fingers traced imaginary waves on your skin, making you shiver, "like-" a gentle squeeze on your left breast surprised you, a soft moan escaping from your mouth, "this?" Damiano’s voice growled in your ear while his right hand was standing on your throat.

Feeling his palm surrounding your neck was a pleasant surprise. Damiano knew that you liked that kind of thing. He tried it on you a couple of times, but when he confessed to you that he wasn't totally sure about it, you obviously accepted his limit.

"Is it okay to you, right?" Damiano asked, a string of concern in his voice.

You turned your head a little. He was looking at you with a mix of desire and apprehension and you felt butterflies in your stomach just like it was the first day you met him. He was so beautiful, kind and always caring about your needs that sometimes you found yourself asking why in the world he chose you. "Of course, babe," you reassured him, in a whisper, eager to know his next move, "but you can use your time in better ways instead of frowning," you put your index between his eyebrows.

Damiano smirked and, without any hesitation, he moved his mouth to your ear, "Four taps with your hand and I'll stop. Just ten seconds as you like it."

You hadn't the time to nod that Damiano started tightening his hand on your neck. He began with a softened squeeze to then reach a more firm grip at the tenth second. When he released you, he started to pepper your neck with kisses while you tried to catch your breath, your chest raising and lowering in short breaths and your thighs rubbing together searching for some relief.

"Do you want a second round?"

You hummed and Damiano replaced his soft and wet lips with his hand, at first caressing your soft skin, then holding your neck gently.

This time you could feel more confidence coming from Damiano. Instead of whispering the seconds passing slowly, he mumbled words of encouragement. You closed your eyes, leaving Damiano's voice and hand lulling in your pleasure.

"Baby girl, you're so good, you know?"

The tight was still soft, but you could start feeling your heart beating under Damiano's right hand.

"Mmhmm..." you tried to answer, but your arousal was growing fast in your wet panties. You were about to slip your hand in, when a double click of Damiano's tongue stopped you. At that sound you opened your eyes wide and when your gazes met a flood of emotions hit you hard. You wanted him. You wanted to feel him. You wanted to feel his touch on you. You want him in you. "T-touch me..." you sigh, with a wisp of breath. The ten seconds were about to end, you could tell by the strength of the grip, and you wanted to come desperately, "Damiano, please..." you cried, a few tears fell on your cheeks.

Damiano instinctively watched your hand, waiting for the four taps, but when he noticed that you, instead, grasped the sheets, he kissed away those tears, "Oh no, babe. I'm not going to touch you. Close your eyes and relax," you obeyed, "would you like to come just by my hand on your neck and by my voice only? Untouched. Let me see how you come for me. Come for this good boy who loves you so much. I can feel that you're close, right baby girl? Come for me now, please," he said with a raspy and firm voice that made you vibrate your inner part. Your climax hit you hard just when Damiano's grip reached the limit, leaving you in a state of pure bliss that you didn't even notice the hand moving away from your neck or the words that Damiano was muttering in your ear.

"Amore, is everything alright?"

"Absolutely," you mumbled, heavily breathing and slowly cooling down from orgasm. "God, Damiano, I'm absolutely, totally, perfectly, definitely fine!"

Damiano let out a heartwarming laugh, letting you free from his tight hug. You plopped in the bed, stretching your legs and arms and enjoying all the feelings.

"Your smile..."

"My smile what?" you asked, turning to him. Damiano was lying on his side, his head resting on his hand. He was smiling too.

"It's beautiful," you felt your cheeks turning red, "after all these years you still blush hearing my compliments," he added, caressing your cheek. You tried so hard to not blush again, but your efforts were in vain, "My baby is so cute, cute, cute, cute!" he teased one more time and you covered your face with your hands, feeling so stupid.

You felt the mattress move and soon after Damiano's hands were on you, disappearing under your t-shirt, "C'mon babe, don't hide your face," he whispered in your ear, slightly beating it, and you, unwillingly, moved them away, letting him look at your embarrassment.

You turned to him, looking at Damiano right into his eyes, "Pleased?"

"Very much!"

"Do you know who else is very much pleased?"

Damiano's eyes darkened, but a slight rash on his cheeks and neck showed you his mixed feelings.

Without a word, you took his hand, which was resting on his hip, and you put it on your panties, letting him feel your wetness. Damiano held his breath and he closed his eyes, but when he tried to move his fingers, you promptly lifted his hand. He looked at you puzzled and you replied to him with a smirk. His hand was shaking in anticipation while you put it in your panties and when he finally touched you, skin to skin, you both moaned.

"You're so soaked," he murmured, while coating his fingers with your juices.

"Because of you, babe. You were so good, you know?" you caressed his cheek, "your hand on my neck, the gentle, but also steady grip, your deep voice that vibrates the most hidden parts of my body.. Mmhmmm, just like that, keep going.." you moaned on his lips, while Damiano was stroking your folds. Then he focused his fingers on your clit. At that touch, a moan escaped from your parted lips, Damiano promptly launched himself toward your mouth, but you stopped him, putting your index finger on his mouth. Your arousal was growing quickly just like the movements of Damiano's fingers in your panties. You could feel your orgasm approaching you, faster and faster, you would've loved to ask to Damiano to slow down just a little bit, but he decided to put your index in his mouth and sucked it languidly and the last thing you see, before the stars exploded behind your closed eyes, was the satisfied smile of your boyfriend.

Damiano's mouth was all over your body. Your neck, shoulders, breasts were covered by sloppy kisses and light bites, while his hands were frantically trying to low down your panties. Seeing him in trouble, you stopped from doing your favorite activity, scratching his back while your mouths were too busy devouring each other, to help your boyfriend and in no time your underwear was on the floor of the bedroom.

In a heartbeat, thanks to an athletic, but most importantly unexpected movement, you were on top of him, his covered erection between your legs. With your hands on his stomach, you started to move your hips tremendously slowly, feeling your juice wetting his briefs.

Damiano was completely lost and you were mesmerized seeing him so needy and wrecked. He was so beautiful, almost ethereal, with his messy hair spreaded over the pillow and his cheeks and chest turned bright red, as his body was trying to synchronize with your moves. His eyes weren't able to stay open, while his pretty and pink mouth was chanting like a mantra more, more, more and you were there to give him more, more, more.

His hands were firmly holding you from your hips and pushed you down on his member, searching for even more friction. Imagining the bruises that will surely appear on your hips, you threw your head back.

"Y/N..." Damiano cried, sliding his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbing it tight.

You moaned shamelessly, lowering until your lips mashed against his. It wasn't a romantic kiss, neither passionate. It was voracious, all teeth and tongues, simply a mess, but you didn't care because you were so hungry of him and thirsty to taste every part of Damiano. You bit his lower lip, maybe a little bit too hard, and you moved slightly away, letting a string of saliva connecting you both.

Your hand traveled through Damiano's blushed body until you reached his erection. Your boyfriend bit his lip, his eyes never left yours, "Let me take care of it," you begged.

He shook his head, "Nah.. There'll be always time for it."

"But..."

"If you want my cock that much, you can have it later."

Hearing him talk to you this explicitly, made you even more turned on, "Mmh.." you rolled your hips, your mouth water at the sight of Damiano's erection peeping out from the rubber band of his briefs, "Shouldn't I be the one to reward you for your extraordinary day at work?"

"Worshipping your body, losing my head when I notice that with a single kiss I can turn you on, making you wet like nobody in your life had ever done before, looking at you when your eyes are closed and you're ready to come for me. You are my reward," and with his hands still on your ass, he dragged you closer to himself and you found yourself set on in stomach, clueless and, most of all, too far from his cock. He helped you to get rid of his Måneskin t-shirt and his fingers danced on your skin, making your heart beat fast, "and to be honest I have another idea on my mind."

You smirked, eager to know his thoughts, "Are you going to tell me or…"

"if it were another moment, probably, I would make you beg to know it," you raised your eyebrow, noting in your mind that as soon as you could lay your hands on him, it'll be him the one who will beg, "but I'm too horny right now, so… What do you think about riding my face?". Both of you remained in silence, looking at each other. You could see his embarrassment in asking you that and, probably, he could see yours, "obviously, if you want it too."

"Yeah, of course…" you murmured, almost talking to yourself. Suddenly, your self-consciousness prevailed and just the simple thought of your body being that exposed made you want to chicken out. But then you felt Damiano's hands on yours, interlocking your fingers together. You looked at him and he was warmly smiling, waiting for your answer. You never did it, but you never did a lot of things before knowing Damiano and this didn't stop you from trying new stuff with him because no matter what, he has always been respectful and understanding. So, why not? "Where do we start?" you asked, winking.

Damiano smiled wide, if he had a fluffy golden retriever tail, he would wag it like crazy. You could see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down and you thought that maybe he was anticipating to taste yourself. He licked his lips and soon after he bit the bottom one, "What do you think about putting my face between your glorious thighs?"

With shaking legs, you did it. Your stomach was a tangle of mixed emotions: fear of trying something new, but also excitement to do it with Damiano and last but not least, the extreme embarrassment of didn't being in shape.

You were shivering so much that you had to hold yourself to the headboard of the bed, but all these insecurities disappeared once Damiano put his hands on your hips and lowered you down on his mouth. He started to kiss you slowly, playing deliberately with your folds while he was holding your thighs. His tongue, flat and wide, traced a long lick, from the bottom of your inner place all the way up. He repeated it a couple of times and you were already so high that you tried to stand up from his mouth, but he pulled you down vigorously.

Damiano's breath was heavy on you while his tongue was dangerously approaching your clit. One of your hands left the headboard and you cupped your breast, playing with your nipple.

Your hips started to undulate, gently, causing the moans of both of you. Damiano's moan arrived just when he put his soft lips and tongue on your most sensitive spot and that vibration made you escaped a fuck from your mouth.

Damiano let you lift your hips an inch, "Am I good, babe?" he asked soon before kissing your inner thighs, "Am I doing right?" he gently bit you down on your thighs, "Tell me that I'm good, y/n, tell me that I'm only yours. I just want to be yours, satisfying your desires, be the only one making you this wet." His voice was broken from the desire, his sparkling eyes were fixed on you and his hands were caressing your back, "you can't understand how beautiful you are right now. Breathtaking." and wasting no time, he hungrily put you down onto his eager mouth.

You arched your back and loudly moaned, when you felt his tongue stroke over your entrance, "Of course my baby, you're not just good, you're amazing! Always so caring and ready to fulfill all my desires," your thighs held his head in place between your legs, "do you think that I did this before? You're my first and I'm so happy because you're the best, the only one that really knows my body so well," hearing your words made Damiano growl and your hips responded back by rocking on him leisurely, "with you I have overcome all the limits that I imposed on myself. You have been patient with me and I... Mmmh… I'm glad for that. I'm glad that you're only mine."

Your hands traveled from your body to his head and with your fingers locked into his hair, you started grinding faster and harder, "Oh God, Damiano, please keep going, just like-," your words died in the mouth because your breathing turned rapid, "Da-Dam, I'm-"

You came hard, screaming his name and Damiano, hearing your satisfaction, let out a deep grunt in you that almost made you jump away from the overstimulation.

The first thing you felt, after coming back to reality, was Damiano's hands helping you to raise your hips, then you heard him saying shit and soon after his tongue was licking away your witness dripping down your inner thighs. You moaned softly, your head resting on your arms which were still anchored on the headboard.

"What happened?" you asked, eyes closed and a stupid smile on your face.

"I creamed in my boxer. Sorry, baby… I wanted to-"

"It's okay, don't worry. Why don't you help me to lay down on the bed? I'm jello," you could feel his grin spreading on your skin. He gave a last kiss on your thigh, then you felt the bad shifting and his hands helping you. He gently laid you down and in no time you stretched limbs, finally starting to feel your body again.

"That was awesome. You were awesome!"

Damiano curled up next to you, his head on your chest and his fingers playing with a lock of your hair, "You know that I love to make you enjoy yourself, if only I lasted long…"

You took a deep breath, letting the mix of his perfume and his body's natural scent invade all your senses, "Oh babe, stop with this! We have all the time in the world or perhaps do you have some plans for later?" your boyfriend shook his head while your fingers caressing all the parts of Damiano's body you could reach for, "we can take a little break and then start all over again, maybe this time it'll be my turn to show you how much I'm a good girl for you."

Damiano left up in face and he looked at you, his cheeks slightly red, "This sounds like a fantastic plan! I'm totally in," he stretched his neck and he placed a soft peck on your mouth, leaving on your lips your own taste, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course!"

"The things you said when I was… you know… eating you up were true, right?"

"Damiano, sit and look at me," he obeyed, legs crossed and still half naked. You finally looked at him for the first time and you could stop thinking how wrecked up he was. Your gaze focused first on the large wet spot on his briefs, then you noticed his stomach covered with his come and a proud chuckle escaped from your mouth. His styled hair was just a mere memory and his lips… oh his pretty pink lips were turned into a puffy crimson red flower. You took the Måneskin t-shirt and with gentle brushes you wiped your juices smeared all over his chin and mouth, "never, I said never doubt my words, okay? When I tell you that you're good to me, I mean it. When I tell you that I completely trust you, I mean it. When I tell you that I'll never love someone as much as I love you, I mean it."

Damiano hugged you tight, your sweaty bodies so closed that you could hear your boyfriend's heart beating like crazy, "I'm glad to be yours."

"I'm glad to be yours, too." you whispered on his skin, kissing his neck.

"Maybe it's better I'm going to wash the mess I made, mmh babe?" you nodded, even if you were hesitant to leave his strong arms, "you just relax, drink some prosecco and don't begin anything without me, okay?" he winked, then he took a t-shirt into his tray and handed it to you, "Here, you'll catch a cold!"

In that moment you realized that you were naked and, stupidly, you felt your cheeks going on fire. With a sharp move, you took the t-shirt and wore it, mumbling a thank you. It was an old Damiano's t-shirt with Simba on it and as soon as you wore it, his scent wrapped you and you felt in your boyfriend's arms again.

When Damiano came back, you were drinking a glass of prosecco, lying comfortably on the bed, "Don't you want to eat pasticcini here, right? You know that I hate when you eat in bed."

"It's strange… You didn't seem that pissed when my mouth was devouring you right here on our bed!"

You looked at him seriously, trying to don't give him any satisfaction for that joke.

"Oh c'mon! I need some energy for what will happen next," he raised his eyebrows, smirking at you, God only knew what he was fantasizing.

"Okay, okay, but eat in your part of the bed!" you exclaimed, exhausted.

Right after giving him permission, he was already on the bed, munching a sfogliatella. It was extremely cute watching him eating happily, but you couldn't just not notice the crumbs falling on his chest.

"Can you believe that the both of us came untouched tonight?" he asked with his mouth full.

You hummed, still thinking about sleeping on sheets covered in crumbs.

"You know what that means?"

"I don't know if I want to know it…"

"Amore, don't be a party pooper!" he said with his golden retriever eyes expression.

"That we're like two horny teenagers even if we're not."

"Nope, babe! It means that we're soulmates." he proudly explained to you, like he was some academic describing his scientific research.

You tilted your head and you looked at him deadly seriously, even if that soulmate thing made your heart beating a little bit faster, "This does not even make sense. I really hate you, Damiano David."

"No, you don't! Didn't you just tell me that you'll never love someone as you-"

"Fine! Maybe, just maybe you're right," Damiano grinned fiercely, making you roll your eyes, "do something useful and pass me a cannolo!"

"Don't be rude! It's not hard saying could you pass me a cannolo, please?"

"Are you for real?"

Damiano nodded.

You puffed, "Could you pass me a cannolo, please?"

His gaze traveled from you to his briefs, where a suspicious tent was apparently waiting for you.

"Damiano, I was talking about one of the cannoli in the box," your patience was definitely running out.

"Of course, I got that, babe! I totally understand if you're still exhausted because of my exceptional skill in making you come multiple times. It's not easy to be the girlfriend of a sex god like m-"

"Oh my God. Damiano David, could you just shut up?" you launched yourself on top of him, your hands quickly removed his underwear, finally letting free his semi-hard erection. You stroked it a couple of times, "Now I'm going to show you how a real sex goodness makes love," and from now on the only words that left Damiano mouth was his extremely loud moans and his desperate please.

[theepisceswriter]

Doing dirty things w/ AOT characters while you two most definitely shouldn’t be (Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Levi)

A/N: my faithful stoned thot anon, shoutout to you for this request and I hope this was something like you were imagining in your mind. I know you only asked for simple mundane tasks, but I wanted to be extra and include more situations. I can’t wait to work on the other ones you sent me !

Synopsis: Basically, you’re trying to do a task that requires a lot of your attention or you to be silent (like on the phone, out to eat with friends, etc), but your partner really really needs some attention in that moment. I suck at descriptions sorry 🥴 If you see any typos no u didn’t, but really I was too lazy to proofread.

TW: Modern AU, hehe naughtiness obviously, choking for Zeke, also embarrassment, fembodied!reader, 18+, MINORS DNI!

REINER BRAUN: Movie night with friends

Reiner just couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. The first sight of you in your silky pajama shorts and this man’s thoughts were going crazy watching you parade around the house as you grabbed the snacks and needed materials for tonight’s movie night with some of you guys’ friends. Luckily the fabric of his pajama pants were loose enough to hide the growing boner in his pants, but of course he made it known to you by approaching you from behind and pressing it against your ass so you could feel just how hard you had made him simply by looking pretty.

His hands began to roam all over your body, stealing a grope of your breast, and his mouth attached to your neck, taking breaks in between kisses to tell you how good you look and how much you riled him up. As good as it all felt, Pieck and Porco were only right down the street, so you took his hands off of your body with promises of making him feel better later in the night once they had left. You’re lucky he doesn’t like quickies like that and prefers to take his time with you or else he would’ve taken you right there up against that counter chile.

Pieck and Porco finally arrive and what was supposed only be one movie turned into two, and now here you were snuggled up under Reiner on a completely different couch than Porco and Pieck while they flipped through a catalogue on the television looking for a new movie to start up; Reiner growing more and more impatient as the minutes went on. The constant caressing on your thigh and pinches he would give your nipples every now and then giving that away completely.

You got tired of fighting his advances off a long time ago and part of you wanted him to continue, to see how far he would actually go, because truth is you wanted him just as much as he wanted you right now. You were just a lot better at hiding it.

It was halfway through the movie that he finally decides to make a drastic move, moving you to a position where your back was pressed against his chest and tapping your hips, signifying for you to raise them so he could pull your shorts down to your thighs.

“Sit still for the rest of the night and I’ll reward us both so good once they leave.” He’d whisper in your ear. The only warning you’d get before he’s slowly easing his cock into you careful not to stretch you out too much, but the wetness that accumulated between your legs all night long makes it so you swallow him completely. A shocked moan leaving both of your lips, but luckily being silenced by the action scene on the tv; both Porco and Pieck too into it to even pay attention to the two of you.

So desperately you wanted to swirl your hips up against you, create any sort of friction to make his cock hit that spot in your soft velvety walls that left you clenching and squealing and him growling into your ears, but instead you had to be as still as possible while cockwarming him. Not being too careful would surely draw the attention of the other two, but Reiner still tested the waters every now and then by shifting every so often on purpose to cause movement.

He was even able to draw a weird moan out of you once that had Porco and Pieck looking over at you like you were crazy, questioning if you were okay which you had no choice but to reply yes to. Barely able to get that out because the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you mixed with your walls clenching around him was a whole sensation on its own.

“Careful, you don’t want them knowing that I’m balls deep in you right now would you? Or would a slut like you enjoy that; them knowing that your pussy is swallowing my cock whole right now?”

Reiner is degrading during sex sometimes and you cannot tell me otherwise #sorrynotsorry.

And when he said the two of you would be staying like this the whole night until they left he absolutely meant it. After that little moaning incident he surprisingly acted normal the whole night, like the two of you weren’t even doing what you were doing underneath the cover. Knowing how torturous it must be for him to deny you the skin to skin contact and hip bucking you needed from him.

ERWIN SMITH: In a restaurant surrounded by friends

You never thought Erwin to be the bold type to try something out in public with you. The closest thing the two of you have done to it was a quick quickie in his office once with you pressed against the window of the skyscraper building it was located in, but even then you could feel the anxiety in his muscles as he pressed himself up against you; scared of an assistant or important business partner to come barging in on the two of you.

So you can imagine the shock on your face when you were spending the night out with friends at a restaurant, preoccupied with listening to Levi’s horror stories at his tea shop when you felt the ghostly tingles of Erwin’s fingers trail up on your thigh. A hand on your knee was nothing, something he had done plenty of times as a small sign of PDA, but this was different. You looked over to him with a questioned look in your eyes, but his kept his eyes straight and responded to you physically by pressing his thumb against the cloth that separated his finger from your clit.

Almost immediately you choked on the spit going down your throat which garnered the attention from everyone else at the table asking if you were alright. Everyone but Erwin turned to you and if they were truly paying attention that would’ve been a major sign that something was up, but your quick, “I’m okay!” Response had them off your back in an instance and only edged Erwin on more, fingers pushing your panties to the side as he continued on.

The food in front of you hadn’t been touched in around 10 mins since you found yourself full before you were able to finish it all, but you had to pick up your fork and abruptly take a bite of of it when you felt Erwin’s long fingers plunge into you with ease from your wetness and curl up into you; the metal between your teeth the best attempt you had at covering up your moans.

You swear you saw a slight smirk on his lips when you glanced over at him because he’s a menace to society like that.

His hands moved so languidly inside of you hitting all the right spots and pressing down on the sensitive parts of you that always guaranteed a reaction out of you. While also simultaneously still rubbing your clit with his thumb in wide circles, enjoying every twist and turn he saw your face do as you tried desperately to hold your moans in.

At one point, to mess with you even more, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, “You think all these people know that your cunt is clenching around my fingers about to cum?” No one else heard him but you, but it definitely drew the attention of Levi who threw a confused look your way. To which you could only reply to with a smile and awkward chuckle that almost broke out into a moan because Erwin thought it would be a good idea to speed up his fingers.

You didn’t care how obvious it looked anymore, your teeth found comfort in the skin of his arm to stifle moans and your fingers had a death grip on his thighs as your orgasm hit you like a wave. Leaving you with nothing to do but grind your hips down into his fingers slowly to not draw attention as you rode out his orgasm. His fingers were covered in your slick as he pulled them off of you and instead of being discreet and wiping them on his pants or even your dress, he picked up a small dessert off his plate and turned to you. Feeding it to you and sticking his fingers a little too far in your mouth so you can clean your own orgasm off of your fingers. His thumb going between his own lips once he took his fingers out of your mouth and sucking on it gently. “That was delicious.” He would state, never breaking eye contact with you.

The tent in his dressy slacks gave away all the excitement he was feeling on the inside as he watched you squirm in your seat while he did something so naughty to you in public. He couldn’t take it anymore, placing his share of the bill on the table and excusing the both of you for the night before going around and saying your goodbyes. No one seemed to notice anything, except for when you went to Levi to give him a goodbye hug and he whispered in your ear, “Next time get a room or go to the bathroom you freaks.” You totally weren’t embarrassed and didn’t leave the restaurant with warm cheeks.

ZEKE JAEGER: During a zoom meeting

First off, sexy time stuff aside, Zeke is a menace to society and always interrupting your zooms. Whether it’s him barging into the room and asking a question like “Did you eat the last bagel?” While you’re unmuted or walking behind you with his shirt off while you have you camera on. You will never know a peaceful smooth sailing zoom meeting with Zeke in the house.

But you were immune to it at this point and he was a little too immune and comfortable with messing with you while you were in them. But hey, you couldn’t blame him! You looked all too good to him while you laid in the bed on your stomach in one of his band tees and nothing else while you payed attention to the boring lecture happening on your laptop.

Once he realized that your camera was off his hands were on you immediately, rubbing up and down your legs to signify to you that he was in a mood while he made his way on the bed behind you.

“You can’t just be walking around the house all sexy like this and expect me not to pounce on you.”

You want to say something snarky and remarkable back, but a distraction from your boring ass class is exactly what you needed. So instead of protesting this time around, you arched your back so your ass was nearly up to his face to which he replied with playfully slapping you on it and even taking a nibble of your cheek. And because you’re a menace to society you run your own hand along your clothed slit and moving your panties out of the way to put it on display for him.

“I could really use some distracting right now.” Say less, this man’s mouth is on your clit in an instant, devouring you like you’re his first meal of the day. Your hips instinctively grinding down against his tongue as he moved his focus to sucking on your clit at a pace that left you ass up face down on the bed moaning like a pornstar. Never mind his beard scraping against your thighs and possibly leaving a rash there later for you to deal with. It adds a nice touch of pain to your pleasure.

So caught up into the pleasure warming up your lower stomach, you don’t even notice your teacher calling on you until Zeke reaches out and taps on the keyboard to move your attention back to the zoom in front of you, his mouth still working magic on your clit; a mixture of his spit and your juices trailing down his chin. The site is enough to make you cum but you’re forced to divert your eyes away from it as you unmute yourself, quickly asking her to repeat the question, going back on mute before they can hear the slurping noises that Zeke obnoxiously made louder once you unmuted.

“I’m going to kill you.” “Pay attention to school sweetheart before I stop completely. Education comes first!” What an asshole, but despite the joking tone of his voice you know he’d stop in a heartbeat just to mess with you and you’re too close to an orgasm for him to up and quit like that.

From the way your hips move sloppily against his face he can tell that you’re close, but once the teacher repeats the question at you to answer he pulls away completely seemingly to cut you some slack. But, surprise, he only moves his mouth away to replace it with his cock, sliding into you with ease and thrusting into you at a steady pace that has you moan loudly into the microphone on accident.

His face lights up with a smug expression and smile, the embarrassment on your cheeks making him pick up his pace and turning him on in a way. “Now your whole class is going to know that you were getting fucked by me. Too busy getting your hole pounded to even pay attention to the lesion. What a dirty little slut, they’re probably talking about you right now as we speak.”

You’re at a loss of words, not only because of embarrassment but because you can barely form a sentence from the way Zeke is pounding into you so ruthlessly from behind. His hand even coming forward and grabbing at your neck to balance himself against the bed while on his knees.

Your morning with him is far from over and the embarrassment from this zoom is going to last with you forever.

LEVI ACKERMAN:  On an important phone call

I know Levi Ackerman with his hands around our necks really get us going and the thought of dom him fucking us from behind while on the phone with our boss  makes us feel butterflies in our stomachs....BUT the thought of sub Levi whimpering and having to put his phone on mute while discussing business with someone because you have his cock halfway down your throat, is an equally as hot image.

He would glance at you from over his phone and let out a silent “What are you doing?” And make a faint shooing away motion in the air to make you leave, but he doesn’t want you to leave. You know that and he knows that which is why when you went to unbuckle his pants he gladly let you, hips even raising slightly so you can pull them down enough to let his cock and balls free from the restraints of his underwear and pants.

It was such a sudden and rash decision on your end that he wasn’t even hard at all when you pulled him out, but one lick from the base of his cock to the tip of it is enough to make it stand tall. Warranting a deep intake of air that has the person on the other end of the line asking if he was okay. Between the embarrassment from nearly being caught and the pleasure exploding in his lower half from how good you’re working your mouth, his cheeks are flushed with a bright pink color.

“Do you want me to stop” “no, no, keep going, please.”

He’s so needy and close to that sweet release already, the excitement from doing something so naughty while the person on the other end of the phone has no idea has his senses in an overload. Even the broken ‘Y-Yes’s that have to leave his lips every time he unmutes his phone strikes an excited nerve in him that he didn’t know he had; wishing he could moan as freely as he could to show off how good you make him feel, but he bites back those moans with his teeth. Instead opting for a number of praises when he can.

“You look so pretty on your knees in front of me with your cock in my mouth.” “You make me feel so so good, you don’t even know how good I feel right now because of you.” “Keep that up and I’m going to cum.”

Eyes closing shut and breath picking up the closer he gets. His hand even coming down to move your head at a pace that feels godly around his cock.

Usually you would tease and pull away altogether when he did this, reminding him that he couldn’t be too needy, but you would be lying if you said this didn’t have just as much of affect on him as it did on you, thighs clenching together with each bob of your head and moan that left his lips that he couldn’t quite bite back.

He’s an incoherent mess at the end, lips not even able to move together to form sentences and his hips bucking up wildly into your throat to release his load down your throat. His hips still bucking up slightly even after he came because it just felt that good. His mind was so clouded with pleasure that he didn’t even notice the person on the phone had hung up a long time ago, something he would have to deal with later but that proved helpful right now.

“I hope you don’t think that this was it.” Oops, now you awoke the dominant side of Levi’s switch personality and he’s definitely not letting you off the hook for this one.

[sukirichi]

jujutsu kaisen characters as students in high school: (non-canon AU)

featuring: itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, getou suguru, & ryoumen sukuna notes: some parts include you as their friend, or even their high school love! (this is unedited/ not proofread)

masterlist ! requests are open 

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

he’s not the brightest bulb, but he makes up for it through hardwork and enthusiasm

yuuji is literally that classmate everyone is just friends with

the type who waves with a smile, saying “good morning!” the moment he walks through that door

with that being said, since he’s everyone’s friend, i headcannon that yuuji doesn’t really have a best friend because he’s so open and available to everyone it’s hard to have just a one on one conversation with him

not to say he’s always surrounded by a crowd that you can’t get near him, but everyone likes talking to yuuji

he just fits in so well and understands people 

kind of like how he easily clicked with junpei (please, i miss him, i still can’t believe that he’s...you know...)

whether it’s the guys raving to him about sports

or girls shyly talking about their crush on class or about that new shojo manga

yuuji is open to anything and everyone. this boy wears his heart on his sleeve and he’s honestly such a precious boy, please be kind to him <3

the type of student that gets called to answer in class but isn’t shy to admit he doesn’t know the answer while rubbing the back of his neck

he does pay attention tho

i think it’s canon that yuuji is a dedicated man, like from that time he just watched movies straight and kept his cursed energy controlled so the cursed corpse would stop hitting him

overall, yuuji is a very hard working student! 

he wouldn’t get over the top grades, but he’s really proud of himself (and he should be!)

also that one kid in class that is surprisingly good in sports despite his lanky figure and laid back persona, because all the other sports-craved people are always flexing or challenging other captains 

but plot twist, this boy is ripped and very, beautifully kept in trim

yeah he’s not really into club activities that much

not because he hates them, but he’s just not that into it. he’s more than glad to join in whatever activities though and enjoys them, but if asked what he’d like to do, it wouldn’t be that first thing that came to mind

in conclusion: itadori yuuji is the class sunflower that lights up everyone’s day  🌻

yuuji’s role: the hard worker! 

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

hands down, megumi is THAT student

if you’re volunteering in the library, you can sure as hell guarantee you’ll see megumi there

he doesn’t like studying in class because it’s too noisy, so if he’s in school, you’ll always see his name in the library logs

he’s that kid that aces all exams

the type to scowl when he sees a 96% mark because he’s expecting a perfect mark

okay before you come at me, i’m not saying megumi is that annoying smart kid in class that goes, “Oh, I’m so dumb, just a 96?”

no he’s more frustrated at himself because he knows he studied hard and lost sleep over it. he’s just wondering where he went wrong. he has literal note cards and customize flash cards on an app on his phone, waking up every four am and probably taking supplement classes after regular school hours

i headcannon that megumi is someone who always wants to do his best and actually goes through lengths to prove his worth

maybe it stems from having the need to show who he really is and what he’s capable of

but yeah i can totally see him doing that

also that cute student that keeps visiting the cafe every saturday morning, wearing a black hoodie and headphones tucked in, his pretty hands nestling over a book

he looks like a gamer but honestly i don’t think he’s got time for that lmao

would also be that guy people find hard to approach because of his quiet and reserved self

he’s pretty intimidating too

definitely sits beside the window at the back of the class. you can’t fight me on that

just because he’s smart and loves studying, it doesn’t mean he’ll sit on the front row and raise his hand every damn second

the teachers will encourage him to participate in class a little bit more, especially after seeing he’s awkward during group activities, but megumi just really prefers to do things by himself

i also headcannon him eating in the cafeteria like everyone else instead of having his alone time during a rooftop? like idk i can’t picture megumi completely isolating himself like that

he blends in well in a way that you know he’s just like everyone else; a human

but he also stands out in the manner that he’s a lot more introverted and reserved compared to everyone else

surprisingly good during sports and relay games

100% reliable

the type to stay up at midnight to finish a group project, sighing because his groupmates doesn’t care as much as he does, but turns it in anyway the next day

he’d be annoyed at them, but he doesn’t really like confrontation so he doesn’t out them to the teacher like that

but he’s also not someone who lets people walk over him, so he’ll simply say something about his groupmates becoming more responsible and to be serious for once as a “warning”

and yeah, he may be closed off, but once you get really close with him (even better if you have similar interests) you’ll find there’s a lot more to him than what you’ve originally seen and he’s actually a pretty great friend and supportive classmate

would teach you instead of just letting you copy his work or snap pictures of his notes

ugh he’s so responsible and morally right and that’s so attractive help

in conclusion: fushiguro megumi is the hidden gem  💎

megumi’s role: the intellectual outsider!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

man...i don’t know how to start this

i’ve said this about megumi, but gojo is also that student

no, in fact, he’s THE student

everyone loves him. literally everyone

the teachers? smitten

his classmates? in love

the school guard? calls him by his first name

the cleaning lady? turns into a star with the way she lightens up when he’s there

the cafeteria staff? yeah free food because he’s gojo satoru

gojo is what i like to call the “one who has it all” because....well, he kind of does

he’s really smart and talented, which comes as a surprise to everyone in the first day of school when he nearly gets kicked out for falling asleep in class

only for everyone to be shocked that he knows the answer already and the teacher is only discussing chapter 1 lmao

yeah he’d be that kid who always sleeps in class

or is playing games on his phone behind an open textbook

he literally doesn’t listen to what the teacher is saying at all - or at least that’s what he wants you to think

man is a god at multitasking and his seatmate would snicker because he’s crushing his enemies at a phone game, but then gojo coolly corrects the teacher about history or something

he’s pretty laid back tbh

but when he’s got everyone’s attention on him? ofc he’d show off

basketball meats are wild. even students from neighbouring schools would visit just to see gojo play - and he’s not even an official member! the coach just asked him to replace a sick player but boy won that champion shot

omg BASKETBALL PLAYER GOJO I CAN’T

but he pretty much excels at everything

except cooking class, gosh, don’t ever bring this man anywhere near a fire. that’s probably the only thing that really got him to detention this time because he always somehow talks himself out of getting that red card with his words and charm

also that kid that would receive lots of confession letters, chocolates, and random gifts in his shoe lockers

he knows he’s handsome and he’s not shy about it. in fact, he’s shameless when it comes to his allure on people

but he also doesn’t really date anyone (it’s canon this man won’t stay loyal to a single woman lmao)

if he and megumi were classmates, they’d be sort of rivals

megumi would always come on top of class, but gojo is just a breath away from the former’s perfect marks. if it only weren’t for megumi’s squeaky clean record and reputation - whereas satoru’s is TAINTED as heck - and the fact that gojo doesn’t really study as much as gumi, then yeah he’d also be top of the class if he wanted to

on a much more serious note,,,gojo acts like nothing really bothers him and he’s simply that effortless

but i feel like he grew up with tutors from a very young age and that’s how his natural intelligence was just further improved and increased with that type of environment in his childhood

and unlike megumi, i don’t think gojo would really have a set goal in mind on who he wants to be or what he wants to do in the future

he’d just be enjoying the moment <3

in conclusion: gojo satoru is the effortless god!

satoru’s role: the lazy king everyone is envious of 

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

the playboy

you can’t argue with me on this one

he just is, i feel it deep in my SOUL he just is

moment he walks in, all classy and suave aura and all, you can honestly smell and taste the amount of confidence that drips from him

probably came from a well-off family

probably the mayor’s kid lmao and he’s been used to the attention ever since he was young

much like megumi, he’s not really the type to show off his intelligence

and similar to gojo, people are surprised he’s actually got them brain cells just because everyone is more focused on his appearance first

like who would expect this tall hunk beautiful beast of a man with long hair and piercings actually liked classic novels and could effortlessly recite sonatas and poems in different languages

yeah i headcannon that getou is an intellectual, cultured man

ofc having long hair and piercings isn’t allowed in his school, but because he’s geto and the school knows about his family’s influence, they just let it slide

probably comes late to school too

he eats in the cafeteria, but you don’t really see him indulge much. some days, he’ll have his own fancy bento box prepared by a family chef, but geto is actually pretty simple and humble that he also buys packed bread or canned coffee 

takes the library volunteer by surprise when he drops by one friday after class to borrow an old classic novel that even your professors had a hard time analysing

but geto’s like, “oh this? yeah i last read it when i was thirteen, thought i’d read it again”

IDK WHY but I can see him as sort of breaking the rules when it comes to the school uniform

top three buttons of his shirt open when he’s feeling hot or something

doesn’t really keep his tie that tight too

but overall, geto is a composed and well-put together guy

i just can’t picture him slacking when it comes to his appearance, he’s too fancy and pretty for that

he’s also similar to megumi in a way people find it hard to approach them, but most definitely, geto also receives confessions often 

i can see him dating someone after being interested in someone in school and actually being serious with them unlike gojo

then they would be “that” couple that’re just so couple goals

not the type that goes overboard with pda and pulls off the angry face emoji when they hear someone talking about them and they’re like, “NO HE’S MINE”

okay that’s cringe but i legit witnessed that way too many times in high school yall cant blame me lmao

but they’d be more like the chill laid back couple that supports each other in everything and you can just tell they have a happy, healthy relationship

(oh to be getou’s girlfriend in high school and his first love and all his firsts)

in conclusion: getou suguru is the unpredictable!

getou’s role is: that one classmate you really admire but he’s so far out your league but he’s genuinely a good guy anyway so you’re happy for him no matter what <3

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

okay okay hear me out but...the stoner

i really can’t see him any other way guyssss

and if you’re his classmate, you most likely wouldn’t see him that much either

dude is like 2-3 years older than everyone in class and he doesn’t give a shit about it

he’ll come like...once a week, if he’s in the mood enough

teachers don’t even bother scolding him for his tattoos anymore because there’s rumours going around he’s the son of a yakuza leader or that he’s a gangster who sells organs or some creepy dark stuff

ofc he doesn’t do that

he just does drugs and gets drunk at most

sukuna doesn’t really have that much friends either. yeah he parties with people and often gets high with some older kids, but he doesn’t genuinely enjoy their companies either

would totally come to school with his uniform unironed

red-eyed from his high and naps at the back of the class, making the teacher soften their voice in fear of waking him up

also doesn’t have a pen or paper

i mean...he doesn’t even bring a bag

fails the exams all the time, making him repeat year by year, and he’s even known for beating his senpai up for something stupid and sending the guy to a hospital where he stays for two weeks

but on the other hand

he’s also freakishly attractive and surprisingly easy to talk to

you probably bumped into him one time and you profusely apologize, but then he notices something about, something odd like, “did you just cut your hair?”

“uhm yes...you noticed?”

sukuna shrugs lazily, “noticed something was different, but whatever. it looks good on you though.”

he’s just soooo nonchalant most of the time, it’s hard to believe he’s actually pretty violent

but yeah this man has anger issues i’m sorry

but with that speaking, i actually don’t see sukuna as a bully with like a gang of his “followers” or that type of jazz

he’s more like the kid that hides under the bleachers or gets high in a storage room while everyone else is occupied with school festivals

it’s a shock he even came, but sukuna just says “free food is always a gift” but ofc it’s not free food...he just steals from the stalls

now here comes the fun part

so now that we know sukuna pretty much is a hopeless case...suddenly, he isn’t? maybe he meets you, the class volunteer who goes out of their way to visit his shabby apartment just to hand him his class work that he’s missed out on

he obviously disses you at first and ignores you, telling you to get lost

but somehow your kindness and persistence has him breaking

now he starts coming to school often, carrying a pack of gum or mint pops because he smells like weed and he’s slightly conscious of himself

this is supposed to be just them being students in high school, but i could honestly sukuna changing colors once he just gets a better grasp of what would be good for him

or maybe something finally interests him and gives answers to his silent questions

i feel like he’s such a troubled kid and just lacks proper care and attention, but once you become his friend and show him you don’t have bad intentions, he’s actually a loyal and decent guy

and when you two finally get close, you eventually gain enough courage to tutor him. sukuna is actually pretty smart too, he just doesn’t like studying, but when you compliment him, oh man, he melts

“yeah, you actually got that right! i told you you could do this!”

tsk,” he scoffs, “that’s all kindergarten shit.”

“if it is, then why haven’t you graduated?”

“shut the fuck up.”

although he sneers, you and sukuna have gotten close enough that you know both of you don’t mean anything bad behind those words and it’s all light hearted teasing

oh and when you ask him to take a picture with you for “high school memories?”

sukuna is disgusted

“get that thing away from my face - did you just take my photo?”

“yeah, you look pretty cute here! i’m so printing this and putting this in my album.”

sukuna is about to scold you even more, but the thought of you putting your photo together - even when he’s frowning in the picture - in something as sentimental as a photo book really has him softening up

would even try - keyword is try - to study more just so you’d stop frowning when you see his paper covered in red marks all over again

and he’d even try cutting down on his weed for the sake of his “health”

ofc he won’t suddenly - or ever, even - become the amazing student megumi is

he’ll still get into trouble because he’s impulsive and has poor coping skills, also he’s not good with words or dealing with his emotions

but on his good days, he’s a pretty funny guy

it just takes a lot to see that side of him, but it’s worth the time and patience

also i was expecting to write funny scenarios or imagines of stoner! sukuna because he’s too high to even hold a proper conversation sometimes but all i got is him saying weird words like “snail trap” or something when you ask him how his day is

would also have that garbled little laugh when he’s so out of it

sukuna will try to be better though, you just need to be patient him

but my GOSH when he finally graduates

he’s going to hide that little smile because deep down, he’s also pretty proud of himself and how far he’s come <3

lol now this makes me want to writer a high school au lololol

in conclusion: yeah he’s the stoner with a good heart 

which is so not canon...this shouldn’t even be a headcanon we know ryoumen sukuna is PURE EVIL but oh well maybe when I’m down from my sukuna high I’ll write him a lot more canonically

[turquoisea]

Family reunion

Pairing: Dabi/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dub-con, Degradation, Brother/Sister Incest, Manipulation, Guilt-tripping, OOC, Smut

Contains manga spoilers. Minors DNI.

Words: 4130

Synopsis: You was kidnapped while on your way home from work. Turned out your kidnapper was someone you knew.

A/N: I don't own any of the characters. Please read the warnings before continuing and we're gonna jump straight to the scene after (y/n) had been kidnapped (because i was too lazy to write the former part OTL)

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Unable to escape from the kidnapper’s tight rope around your wrists, you helplessly let him carry you to somewhere that looked like an abandoned building. Not like you could exactly tell where it was, given the fact that your eyes had been covered ever since he captured you until you two “arrived” at the destination. Either had you been able to scream or to call for help, “If you decide to be a naughty little girl and make a fuss, or to even let a single person know about this and hinder my work, I can and I will burn your whole workplace while letting your watch every single second of it.” – the kidnapper had threatened, making panic surged within your body; the only thing you could blurt out to answer his “Is that clear?” was a simple “Yes.” Not wanting to involve any of your aquaintances, you decided to keep your mouth shut the entire time. You thought that it was a better idea to wait until you could learn about what he wanted, his motives behind this before trying to escape.

He placed you down on the floor after carrying you into a small room with the action being a little too gentle for a kidnapper, you thought and opened your eyes only to be met with a pair of turquoise gazes, slightly hidden behind his spiky black hair. Those reminded you of Shouto’s left eye color but they had a rather.. captivating effect, making you unable to tear your eyes off them. More like Touya’s eyes – the recollection passing your mind was quickly brushed off, given the harsh reality that Touya has been dead for more than 10 years. You cautiously opened your mouth to ask, still keeping eye contact.

"What do you want?"

“…What do I want?” He repeated the question before slowly taking off his black face mask. The way he did it was deliberate, elegant even, as if he was putting on a show to reveal what’s hidden behind the mask. In front of you was an abnormal façade: Purple skin lied under his eye bags, his lower cheeks and lower lip, all the way down to his collarbone; connected together with the normal parts of the skin by surgical staples. An audible gasp escaped your throat the moment you realized that the man who abducted you was the wanted criminal you saw on TV.

“League of Villains.. You’re.. You’re Dabi…”

“Dabi? Ah yes, people call me that now. But I thought you would recognize me now, you’re my family after all..” He trailed off at the end, as though he was rather hurt by your comment.

“Family? Stop joking now, we don’t even know each other!”

“You sure? Even when you used to call me Touya-nii with that sweet voice of yours?”

“I said stop!! Listen, I have no idea why you know about Touya but he’s not alive anymore, don’t bring him into this!” Your shaking voice resounded with rage. In the past few years you’d partly moved on from your brother’s death, even learned how to stop tearing up whenever someone mentions him. To say you was mad was an understatement, since the kidnapper crossed the line, pulled out those emotions that you’d tried so hard to hide them away. You couldn’t stay calm anymore. This villain and the audacity to even mention Touya, let alone making such an unbearable joke about him.

“(y/n)-chan,” The way he called your name was too familiar “you still have the habit of defending me after all this time.”

“Wh..What.. do you mean?”

“Don’t you remember? You were always there to patch me up every time I went out training on my own. Those nights that distress and hatred consumed me, you were the only one who was willing to give me a shoulder to cry on, to hear me rant about that stupid family. You were the only one who didn’t refuse to look at a “failure” like me while our father focused all his attention on that “masterpiece”. You made me feel like I’m not useless, (y/n)-chan. Sure you haven’t forgotten, right?”

“You’re.. lying.. Touya-nii is..”

“Yes, yes. Everybody thought so.” He interrupted. “But I escaped from the fire and as you can see,” He raised his hand to touch the staples. “I’m still here. If I’d died in that fire, I would have become a ghost, an evil spirit to haunt the hell out of Todoroki Enji.” The explanation ended with a snort.

But not for you, you couldn’t possibly laugh about it the way he did. You were nothing but speechless. The big brother you once thought wasn’t here, could never be here with you anymore was still alive and kicking. Thoughts of how Touya had managed to live since that day started to emerge your mind and probably because of the invisible connection, the blood connection between you two, you could feel his pain, his suffering, the dull ache that never go away in every single staple on his body… It must’ve been hard for a thirteen-year-old child to manage by himself after crawling out of a literal hell, you thought, mouth still agaped with astonishment. Tears neither stopped welling up, nor did they escape your shiny orbs when you looked at him through your blurry vision. You had so many questions to ask, but none of them could be voiced.

“But that’s the story for another day. Now, we have to celebrate the happy reunion of brother and sister, right?” He interrupted your thoughts before slowly approaching you. His tall body hovered over yours, enhancing the feeling of being small and helpless as your hands still being tied behind your back. He gripped your jaw with one hand, the other started to work on the buttons of your shirt while Touya’s slightly chapped lips met your own in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly turned passionate, sloppy with his tongue chasing every corner of your mouth.

“Touya..nii..” You panted between his kisses, trying your best to stop him from doing what you think he was trying to do. “We shouldn’t.. You shouldn’t do this.. We’re siblings..”

“Ah yes, you’re my favorite sibling after all, one more reason why we should do this, right?” His stapled mouth stretched into a huge grin, then he leaned back to take in the view of your body.

“My little sister has grown up.. To be honest, I didn’t have any of these dirty thoughts when we were children but now, I just want to fucking ravish you until all you can think of is me and my cock.”

His dirty talk sent a shiver thorough your body and you started to feel heat coiling up in your core. As if amused, turned on by your reaction, Touya grabbed one of your breasts and gave it a squeeze, causing a soft moan to escape your pump lips.

“What was that? Don’t tell me (y/n)-chan is aroused by her very own brother, hm? I’ve been stalking you for a while, my little sister. ‘Twas hard to find you since you don’t live at that house anymore. Can’t believe behind all those innocent act is a little whore who gets aroused easily by her Touya-nii.” He spat out, specifically emphasized the phrase you used to call him. Blue eyes looking down at you as if you were indeed what he said – a slut waiting to be bred.

“Touya-nii.. Please stop it.. I don’t want this..” Looking up at him through your wet lashes, you said with a whimper, begging him to stop.

Little did you know it had no such effect for Touya. Seeing your vulnerable face in a helpless state only boosted his ego; he felt as if he was the only one you could rely on, the only one who was able to decide your fate and damn, he could never get bored of this.

“What a pity, (y/n)-chan, because I, in fact, DO want this.” Touya murmured between kisses, leaving red spots blossoming all over your breasts, your shoulders, your collarbone. “Don’t you want to make your Touya-nii happy (y/n)-chan? You see, there hadn’t been a single day in which these staples stopped hurting me whenever I move. My tear glands were burned ever since the fire. I couldn’t cry because when I do, it hurts and blood flows out of my eye bags.” His fingers indicated the purple skin underneath his eyes as he continued. “I've lived with emotional numbness ever since. Your big brother doesn't feel anything anymore, (y/n)-chan..” Touya trailed off.

“But you, the only one who didn’t refuse to look at me... Having you here with me really makes me happy, and the kind little sister I know wouldn’t want to take that happiness away from me right?..” Turquoise orbs looked up at you through black strands of hair. As if wavering, as if pleading, as if he was asking you for your consent.

All to hide the fact that he guilt-tripped you into this.

And with him being a quick-witted, perceptive man, Touya’s tactics were never fruitless. He could tell your conscience would be troubled if you’d turned him down, especially when he phrased the words like that. He took advantage of the shocking state you were in, making you feel pity for him and overlook his immoral behaviours.

Touya waited with bated breath, eye contact still maintained.

“I..I want Touya-nii to be happy..” – your reply after a moment of thinking only caused a chuckle to escape his mouth and it’s almost like this was all he had been waiting for, all in his anticipation. This was the exact reaction that Touya wanted and as your best big brother ever, he couldn’t possibly put off anymore without his hands as your bra, nor could he wait any longer to secure this “happiness”.

“Knew my favorite sister would say that.” Touya couldn’t hide his triumphant expression when he quickly made his way down to your skirt, lifting it up so he could see what’s underneath. Gently, he palmed your groin before dragging his middle finger between your clothed slit only to find that your panties was already soaked.

“Oh? I already knew you were a whore behind your innocent façade but didn’t think you would be this shameless.. Tch.” He clicked his tongue. “Getting all nice and wet for your own brother. You said you wanted to make me happy but in truth, you just need to feel nii-san’s cock inside your hole right? Shameless slut.”

You groaned in exasperation and opened your mouth to protest but before you could even say anything, he ripped your white panties apart, making you squirm in awe. The rough pad of his thumb dragged over your clit while his knees spread your legs wide and held them in places. Touya’s finger slowly rubbed your clit in a circular motion and you couldn’t help but wanting more of those frictions, your hips involuntarily bucked forward.

“I was going to eat my favorite little sister out, but it seems like you can’t wait any longer huh? Look at this little pussy..” He said while using his index and middle finger to swipe at your entrance, gathering your juices on them, his eyes didn’t miss the way it clenched around nothing. “You must be so, so desperate to feel anything inside your pathetic hole, right? Will my fingers be enough to satisfy it?”

“Touya-nii..”

“Don’t be vague, (y/n)-chan. Sure you don’t want to hump a pillow like a dumb slut with her hands still tied while watching me masturbate to the sight of you right? Because if you don’t use your words now, I might let us do that for real.”

“Please, Touya-nii, I don’t want to! I want.. to be filled up by you instead..”

Upon hearing your words, Touya started palming the large bulge of his pants before unzipping the fermeture, gently pulled his boxer down to show you what’s underneath. Your eyes widened at the sight of Touya’s veiny cock. It was not as big as what you usually see on movies (not that you don’t know the porn industry isn’t anywhere near realistic), but rather thin and long as it was hard, practically throbbing in his palm whenever he stroked the shaft. However, what made you surprise was the shiny Prince Albert piercing located on the glans, signaling a hard time in the near future for your cervix.

Seeing your face expression only made Touya’s smirk grew wider and he looked like the cat that got the cream when he continued making you use more of your words, making you beg for his cock.

“And you want to be filled by what?”

As hesitant as you were after seeing his cock piercing, the way his fingers ignited sparkles of fire inside your core had your pride, your uncertainty wavering. You’d rather be fucked until your mouth can’t even form a coherent sentence than be left naked and needy while watching him masturbates until he cums anywhere that’s not inside your pussy. So you used your words, like a good girl should.

“By your cock, Touya-nii! I want you to fuck me hard!”

“Sure thing, my cute little slut.” He cooed. “Who am I to refuse to give my sister what she needs? I’m a good brother after all.”

And as a “good” brother he was, Touya even slide his fingers inside your wet pussy to prepare you for his cock. Despite having a fire quirk like your father, his fingers were cold and were only warmed up by the heat inside your core. They smoothly pumped into you, scissored you open, sometimes even curled up on purpose only to slightly brush against your soft spot, leaving you wanting more. His other hand found its way again on your clit, rubbing and circling along with his continuous fingering until you were nothing but a moaning mess, begging for your release.

He decided that he’d prepared you enough and retreat his fingers just before you could reach your climax. You whimpered loudly when he took the orgasm away from you, legs instantly wrapped around his hips to pull him closer. You had never felt this touch-starved before and all you could think of was only your Touya-nii, his captivating blue gazes, his touch, his voice and his pierced cock that somehow fits perfectly on his slim but toned body. You needed to feel him and you clumsily rubbed your pussy against Touya while trying to break free from the ropes tying your wrists together. But all that you could do wasn’t near enough so you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Touya-nii.. Please.. Please give me your cock.. I can’t take it anymore, I need your cock inside me..”

“Fine, since you asked so nicely.” Touya sneered as if he wasn’t the one who purposefully denied your orgasm before holding his cock, rubbing the swollen red tip at your entrance, feeling your juices mixing with beads of his precum then thrusted it all the way in. You both winced the moment you and your brother became one: you from the depth that his cock could go and him from the way your walls clenched around it.

“(y/n)-chan.. Your little pussy feels so tight.. Not that I mind how many people you slept with but damn.. This pussy's a keeper for sure..” Sighing with a shaky voice, he pulled out slowly only to slam back in ruthlessly. His hands used the dagger from before to release your aching wrists then started to rub small circles on them as if to soothe the pain. With your hands now free from bound, you wrapped them around Touya’s neck to pull him even closer, your lips moved under his to meet them in a kiss.

"Touya-nii.. Please move.." After a moment long enough for your pussy to stretch to his size, you broke from the passionate kiss to whisper to him; your tongue softly licked his lower lip, feeling the rough texture while your pussy clenched around his cock. You lifted your hips, inviting your big brother to bury his hot member deeper into you.

"Eager, aren't we?" To your plea, he only chuckled before moving his hand to grab a handful of your tits, squeezing the soft mound, toying with your swollen nipple. "Your wish is my command, my baby sister. Nii-san's going to make you feel really good now." His voice sounded so sensual when he moved his mouth close to your ear, whispered honeyed-words then nibbled at your earlobe, causing you to clench your pussy even more.

Touya's hands traveled down to grab both of your asscheeks, held them tightly in their places before he started thrusting his pulsing cock. "So good.. Touya-nii.." You moaned in rhythm with his hips whenever he bottomed out inside you; his cock piercing rubbed your walls every time he moved. The friction felt heavenly that you could feel your legs started to shake as if you couldn't control them anymore. He was different. His cock was different from anything you'd ever experienced. Touya filled you up so well, both physically and emotionally, making you feel good, feel loved, making tears well up in your eyes.

He let your legs rest on his shoulders as he continued claiming your pussy to himself, each thrust was hard and deep 'til the point that Touya's tip touched your cervix whenever he sheathed his full length in you. It hurt, but it hurt so good that not only did you not want it to stop, you wanted more and more of him, you wanted to indulge longer in this sinful pleasure.

"Fuck.. You're so tight around me.." He groaned as his pace became faster. A hand retreated from under you to hover above your neglected clit before he started stroking it softly, rubbing back and forth, drawing repeated circles onto your bundle of nerves.

Touya didn't leave anywhere on your body untouched: your tits, your belly, your inner thighs, your asscheeks, your clit, your core. His name fell out of your lips between heated moans like prayers and the pleasure kept building up that you felt like you're about to burst into bliss. Everything was so intense and you started to you wonder, is it because he denied your orgasm before or because his cock could actually bring you heaven? Those thoughts crossed your mind but you didn't know the answer. He'd fucked you dumb and now you couldn't think of anything else other than him and the tension deepening in your lower belly.

"Touya-nii.. 'M wanna cum.. Please.. Please let me cum.." You whined when you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, afraid that he would deny it again if you don't beg.

"Cum on my cock baby, let me feel you. And you should be.. Fuck.. grateful that I let you do it.." He didn't stop his assault on your clit as he railed you hard and fast, his thrust grew sloppier when your pussy clamped down on him. Wet noises echoed in the abandoned building along with your whines and the moans that Touya tried to hold back.

"Thank you.. Thank you Touya-nii.. for letting me cum.." was all you managed to choke out before you threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut causing tears of pleasure to fall out and your pussy clenched around him as you released your pent-up pressure.

"Attagirl, nii-san loves you.. Gonna officially mark you now, 'mkay? Gonna breed this little sister's pussy, gonna fill you up with my cum and put a baby in you.." Touya leaned over to whisper into your open mouth, planting chaste kisses all over your face while sloppily humping your body like an animal. You could feel him burry himself deep inside you when his brows furrowed and he muttered "Fuck" before Touya came inside your pussy. His thick ropes were hot as they spilled into your womb, painting your walls with his colour.

A moment passed with nothing but pants as you both tried to regain your breaths. You closed your eyes, basking in the afterglow with his cock still plugged in when you heard the clicking sound of a camera. Your eyes immediately shot open only to find Touya holding his phone in hand.

"Touya-nii.. Did you just.." You warily asked.

"Oh? Did I forget to tell you?" Touya casually looked up from his phone, a smirk tugged at the corner of his stapled mouth and he suddenly looked so strange, as if the person in front of you and the one who just came inside you was two different people.

"You see, there are two possible ways to completely break Todoroki Enji." He began explaining, his voice distant. "One, is to kill his masterpiece Shouto right in front of him by the own hands of his 'failure'."

"And two," His eyes locked with you as his smirk grew wider. "is to let him see his pure little angel being corrupted by the abandoned son." Touya finished his short speech, his hips pulled back so his now limp cock fell out of you with a wet pop. White cum slowly dripped out of your used pussy, all captured by the camera again.

You could see the flame of anger burning in his eyes when he mentioned your father's name and the tone of disgust in his voice when he spoke lowly of himself. There were so many problems that you didn't know where to begin with. All you could do was hang your mouth open, speechlessly watched him typing something on the phone.

"There, all done." Touya cheerfully informed. "Don't worry a thing, my baby sister, no one will get to keep those pictures except for me. I sent them to the old man using Vanish Mode, he'll see them for a few seconds before they disappear forever, just like how his little angel vanish from his life. Oh how I wish I could see his expression when he opens my messages."

You were absolutely stunned. You never thought your dead brother was able to come out alive, let alone to even have a detailed plan to destroy your father's mentality. There were so many things that your mind couldn't process in an instant.

"So you.. So you fucked me just for this?.." Your voice came out shakier than you expected. Your hands unconsciously moved to cover yourself as you hugged your own body, the world starting to crumble in your eyes.

"Partly, yes. But I wasn't lying when I said I love you." Touya planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

"E-Enough with all of this. I'm going home!" You raised your voice and wriggled out of his touch.

"Can't let you do that (y/n)-chan. The world doesn't know me as Touya, you're the first, the honorable one. Can't risk you leaking my secret right? And I plan to torture old man's mind repeatedly with more images of you, just like how he projected everything onto me when I was young." He tilted his head and laughed, and suddenly you couldn't tell whether his laughter was genuine or was an act of mockery. Probably both.

"Besides, I'm a little.. disappointed that my favorite sister actually wants to part so, so soon, especially when we just had a rather.. emotional family reunion, no?" His mood seemed to light up as he continued speaking.

"What.. do you mean by that? Just let me go already! I promise I won't tell anyone!" Tears started to form in your eyes as you slowly realized what the man meant. You were uncomfortable with the room's atmosphere; it's overwhelming you and you didn't want to stay any longer. You looked behind him, trying to figure out an escape path.

"Now, if you wanted to go so badly," - your actions couldn't escape his perceptive eyes - "I'm gonna escort you to a better place, 'mkay? They're gonna track down this place soon enough since I texted him with my phone. But don't you worry, nii-san won't let anyone hurt you, my (y/n)."

Touya had an almost-innocent smile when he approached you with his arms open, as if waiting for you to give him a hug. You backed away, but as stubborn as this Capricorn man was, he still wrapped his arms around you.

Ever since your childhood, Touya's body was warm, Touya's embrace was always comforting. But now, everything he did chilled you to the bone, making you start to shake uncontrollably. Suddenly you felt a sharp prick on your skin; followed by your consciousness slowly slipping away. Your vision started to grow blurry and all you heard before you drifted off was his voice, whispering to your ear.

"Now we won't be alone anymore."

The End.

A/N 2: I hope you enjoyed it! English isn't my first language so please be gentle with me QwQ. Thanks for reading!

[liannelara-dracula]

🤱Their sacrificial bride carrying for their child and what they do and think of the situation now that they have kids?

Hi Love,

Sorry, this took me forever but as you can see. I spent a lot of time on this seeing it's so long. I really hope you like it and that it all made sense.

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Ask: Their sacrificial bride carrying for their child and what they do and think of the situation now that they have kids?

*warning: dark content up ahead

Shu:

He was definitely there when you had given birth and he was shown what the child looked like and he got to hold it.

Shu grew some attachment to it for sure even if he says he doesn’t care about anything. We all know the reason why he puts on the act of no motivation.

So he actually does care for his child when it is born seeing that he got to experience the feeling of holding what he brought into the world with his S bride.

Now by this point, you’d be married and have a kid and that means there's lots of work to be done.

I know most might say he wouldn’t do anything because he’s lazy but I don’t think that’s the case.

He’d grow attached to his child, he actually wants to be involved because he has something he can hold on to.

So I’m not saying he’d be an expert on being a dad, cause no, let’s face it, he probably isn’t the greatest but with watching you a bit he’s learned how he has to take a different approach with his baby.

He will help you with the child but mostly if you’re gone or sick.

Shu mostly would prefer that you take care of his child and that he just plays with them or watches over them in the meantime. Mostly because he isn’t used to being a fatherly figure and doesn’t know how to act seeing he didn’t have one.

Though they most likely had nannies to care of your child he’d still be up probably sitting on the same matt as his baby and just seeing it crawl or lay there doing nothing but make baby noises.

He finds it very adorable and he’d never want to miss out on it.

With the newborn, he’d be annoyed by the piercing crying noises but he’d get used to it and only tried to find a way to get to fall asleep and he successfully does.

“You really are troublesome but I’m willing to deal with you. Besides your mother went through hell just to get you here.” He’d smile, his newborn holding his hand whilst looking at him.

The child most definitely has his eyes.

So apart from all the help, I think he likes the idea of having a kid because it gives him something to do and he can watch them grow but he isn’t 100% involved with everything either mostly cause he doesn’t know how to really act and he also doesn’t want to grow to be a bother like his mom was.

He wants his child to have a simple life where they don’t have to worry about anything unlike him.

So whatever their dream or goal may be in the future he honestly doesn’t care.

And throughout the years he may grow to be a better dad at some point.

Reiji:

The minute the child was born he wanted to see it and you.

He’d take the child in his arms looking at it and give it its name. I also see that because you were exhausted by the labor he’d look at you only to plant a kiss on your forehead as you were barely awake.

“Well done my dearest wife, you have given me an heir for this world. You shall be valued for the gift you’ve given me.” He’d have a prideful smile whilst stroking your hair with his hand and holding his child with the other.

If you tried to move he’d tell you to rest and would kiss you again to have you relax but tbh I see his S bride only having anxiety which makes her heart rate go up and have her not rest.

I also see that he scolds his S bride for being unhealthy cause I see with Reiji she never had a healthy pregnancy since it seems like his S bride would hate him and the idea of being pregnant by him. I think she is one of those people who take in stress to the point where it eats up her body and mind so as a pregnant woman she was probably underweight and malnourished even.

But because the baby is half supernatural, it keeps her and the baby alive.

So while you’re raising the child you are also trying to recover and he is ‘helping’ seeing that you’d need help.

But he’s still an ass and loves hurting you so he told you that his child had his eyes just to annoy you cause he wants to make his S bride’s life hell.

He is very involved in the child’s life and yours, he doesn’t leave either of you alone.

Cause he expects you to be a good mom and to nurture the child. So what you’re doing, he thinks it’s expected of you, (in his mind.)

He will tell you if he thinks you’re not disciplining his child right.

You two often argue what’s best for your child because you both have different ways of thinking, Reiji wants to be a nazi with school and burry his children with studies while you want them to enjoy themselves before they become toddlers and go to school and worry about life.

During your nurturing state when your child was a newborn or just a baby Reiji had you spend lots of time with the child seeing it would need your care but he was an involved parent like he did play with it when you had to get dressed, shower or be somewhere. And even if you were sick he would watch over his child.

Though most of the time he was busy with other things but after a long day, Reiji liked finding you being affectionate with your child (unlike his mother) so he liked how you played games with your baby too.

Even if he acts like he really didn't, he actually smiles seeing his child happy and he’d especially like it when his child comes running to him to be in his arms which he likes caring them.

He likes to run after them playfully and then pick them up.

I know it seems strange but Reiji has always wanted to be loved and seeing his child cares about him, it makes him happy.

If you are a good mother to the child he really values you for taking care of it and bringing it into this world.

He really loves the whole aspect of you having his children (cause he sucks like that.)

Probably just another way to make you feel sick and smothered by him since he’d tell you to keep an image around his children, so you both would act like you love each other when you don’t.

Once Reiji believed you no longer needed to nurture them he insisted his children had a nanny and that they would learn all their schooling with her and not you even though you’d be willing to dedicate your life to your children seeing that’s all you care for and have in this world. It’s all just to punish you constantly because he believes in having boundries in a bond.

You two will argue constantly over things that matter to you about your child but he always has his say so.

And it isn’t uncommon for your children to witness you crying or having bruises on your body.

He’d never hurt his kids tho, but he’d give them punishments when they messed up and he’d have a favorite child if he sees one does not have the same potential as the other.

He is hard on his kids whether they are a boy or a girl, he expects only the best from them.

Laito:

Is happy seeing his kid in the world cause he’s never had the experience before in all his hundreds of years of roaming this earth.

He of course wonders what the kid(s) will look like and just wants to know cause he’s curious.

Doesn’t seem like he’d be the type to be very involved.

Mostly cause he doesn’t care he’s just a curious asshole who, yes grows an attachment but is not the best father figure for his kid.

So seeing you with a child definitely brings him some interest tbh.

Like he will hold his child and spend time with them for sure and he will want to be around them and the more he is the more protective he will be of them.

He might get to the point of like taking your kids away from you and manipulating them but I think he might want you to take care of them but he’d be kinda skeptical about it considering his past.

So it just depends on his mood and how he thinks it should be.

Cause you're his S bride, you don’t have a say in anything.

Now he definitely doesn’t do much regarding the situation.

Seeing he’s a vampire he kinda is still stuck with the vampire gender norms and thinks that since you’re the woman, you’re the one who has to nurture so he would either leave you the responsibility or he’d have his kid(s) raised by a nanny.

It depends on his level of trust with you.

Will protect them in any given circumstance.

Spoils them a lot and may make his child turn against you for the hell of it.

Kanato:

Well as I’ve said before, he doesn’t care, like at all.

Sure, like Laito he’s curious and all but it ends there.

When first saw the child if it didn’t look like him he’d be annoyed by that fact and would say its ugly.

If it looked like him he’d be so proud.

He’s honestly incapable of love in my opinion like he’s too far gone for the idea to come across his mind.

As his S bride he has an obsession with you but it's not love and it would never turn into it either.

So he’ll just be fascinated in wanting to understand your reason for nurturing your child.

He’s really all about the aesthetic of you nurturing the child, cause he witnesses an even gentler side of you.

It doesn’t warm his heart, it might actually make him aroused because he’s into gentle girls.

So your care and love is refreshing to him and can’t help but want to see you pregnant again.

And he probably has a breeding kink like Reiji, but we're not talking about their kinks, lol.

Anyways, he doesn’t do anything for you cause he honestly doesn’t care about his S bride.

He says the baby is your responsibility and he’s annoyed about the kid considering your infant would cry at night and during the day without warning.

Kanato just wouldn’t put up with it honestly, he is too annoyed and would yell at you to “shut it up” and he blames you for having a baby and for it making all this noise.

He doesn’t care how you feel or if you need help, and like I said if the baby is annoying and you put all your attention on it he may even go as far as strangling you and the baby.

He’s psycho so one can never tell what he has on his mind, and he wouldn’t be afraid to make you both into dolls.

So honestly, in short, you have to be careful and it’s best to not have his child honestly.

Ayato:

He is just weirded out by it and he can’t understand it.

And he is no help because he doesn’t care for his kids that much at first.

For example, if they are crying or are feeling sick he doesn’t help.

He for one doesn’t know how and he just sucks.

Plus, he thinks that you can do it all by yourself and that none of it is his responsibility.

Of course, you’re also losing weight from being pregnant so I could see him teasing you still and insult you about your weight but would do it less when you return to your normal weight.

He will drink from you sometimes but try to give you space seeing you can be really tapped out.

Plus Reiji will scold him for it.

Ayato is probably on his phone while you’re holding the crying baby in your arms.

Like it will take him a while to adapt to the idea of being a father.

At first, he might even neglect his children, and then later when they started to get older he would interact with them and then form a bond.

He’d influence them to play sports and to be the best kinda like his mother.

Though maybe not as much and he’d be harder on his sons.

If he had a girl he honestly wouldn’t consider her cause he’s like “oh it’s a girl, what is she going to do?”

If his children were small and they’d bother him when he’s in the middle of something he gets annoyed and tells you to deal with them.

He also gets mad at them and yells at you too.

I see that he’d be the type to push away his kids and make them cry cause he doesn’t care about them.

In the end, as they get older he would be attached to his sons and somewhat his daughter cause he ends up caring about them but not as much as his S bride does.

And he does value you for being the mother of his children and he doesn’t want anything to happen to you.

Mostly cause he’s obsessed and you know he doesn’t want his kids to lose their mom.

Subaru:

When the kid was first born he was shocked and he looked like he would cry if he held the kid any longer than he did.

He didn’t have words and he wanted you to name it because he thought you had more of a right to.

He wasn’t sure how to feel and he wasn’t to happy about it tbh.

Like most of his brothers he’s unprepared.

He doesn’t know how to help or where to start.

Even though he doesn’t hate the idea of having kids he doesn’t want them because he doesn’t think he’d be a good father.

It may even be part of the reason why he doesn’t help you with the baby that much since he just watches you and tries to understand.

He admires all the work you do and how you nurture the child.

Subaru is grateful for the fact that you are a loving mother to his child and that you will raise them well.

Although seeing your his S bride and you will die someday he really doesn’t want you to leave him with the child one day.

He have even developed some care and attachment to you because he not only depends on you but values that you have given him a child.

And now he doesn’t want you to ever leave him with just his child because he wants his kids to have a mother and doesn’t want his child to be motherless like he was.

So it’s a big worry of his.

You’ve probably encouraged him to approach your child and help you wash, cloth, feed or put the baby to sleep and he’s gotten better.

He even gets to play with it but he’s always worried about hurting it somehow.

And so because of that he doesn’t play with his baby often unless your with him and he watches what you do first.

He will worry over you if you don’t feel well because he knows he doesn’t know how to care for the child.

So watching over the both of you, he’d be under too much stress honestly.

But through time I think he will get better as a father and he really loves his kid(s) he enjoys having them around and they’ve made him a better person.

So this was probably a got thing for them.

At first tho I see that if the kid hugs him he is like shocked.

But yes he learns a lot.

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[samwilsonshandsandass]

Don’t decline too many times

Pairing: soft!dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: The local gang leader is always nice to you. But is there an ulterior motive behind it all for his niceness?

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (voluntarily), asks about pregnancy, abduction

Word count: about 3000

A/N: This is my entry for @stargazingfangirl18​ Siri’s 5K Soft Dark Challenge. A big congrats on your milestone and thank you for hosting this challenge, I enjoyed writing for it! I chose general prompt number 5 (“The leader of the local gang doesn’t like it when you tell them no.”) for this. The dividers are made by the awesome @firefly-graphics​

You sat at the bar, a small bowl with olives and peanuts in front of you. You had asked for a caipirinha and shortly after if the bartender, a female redhead, could get you some snacks. She said she could, but she also cautiously probed if you were pregnant. No, you weren’t.

“Well then, I can offer you olives and peanuts.”

You nodded, and now the quite unusual combination of a fruity and sweet drink and olives and peanuts found a home in you. You had your elbows propped up on the bar, back straight and eyes on the bar top. The bowls with the snacks were gone quicker than the drink and the bartender kept both coming. Eating way quicker than drinking helped with that, apparently.

You didn’t know what number drink you were on when you were approached the first time that evening. Although night would be a better term.

“Miss? I- uh- I’d wanted to ask-“ The guy who now sat on the stool next to you stumbled over his words, but not because of alcohol in his system. He didn’t slur, he talked normally.

You saw a tattooed hand clasp the guys’ shoulder. “I don’t think you’re in the right place, buddy. Leave the lady alone.”

“Why would I-“ The guy turned to look at whoever had his hand on his shoulder. “Oh! I’m so sorry, Mr.-“

“Yeah, yeah, I imagine you are. But you’ll be even more sorry if you don’t move now” The other growled and the guy got up so quickly, he almost face planted away from the bar.

“Uhm, thank you? You know, you didn’t have to, he wasn’t bothering me. I could’ve dealt with him” You said to the brown-haired man.

“I know. But this isn’t what this is about.”

“Then what is ‘this’ about?” You were a little irritated.

“You’ll see. Enjoy your night, miss” He gave a small salute and went back into the crowd. You tried looking where he went but quickly lost him, although the bar wasn’t as packed as it could be.

Steve looked over the bar patrons from the mezzanine level of the bar, that housed his private booth that could be seen, and was supposed to be seen, from below but no one ever found the staircase until they were explicitly shown where it was.

His night was going nice, no big problems in the last days, the bar was filled and his new favorite person had just walked in. Alone. She made a beeline for the bar and after a short conversation, got what she wanted from Natasha. She didn’t move much throughout the night and he was happy to just watch her.

Steve sipped on his own drink. He wondered what she drank. He’d have to ask Natasha for that. He took another sip and swallowed harshly. Someone sat next to what would be his. Normally, he’d be lenient with that, especially if the bar was packed almost too full but for one thing, it wasn’t. Secondly, you didn’t seem to want any company tonight. Just to be left alone and drink.

“Buck?” Steve looked up.

“On it.”

A few days later, you were out grocery shopping after work. It had been a long day, full of demands you couldn’t meet or weren’t even supposed to fulfill because they didn’t fall into your department. And right as you could finally leave for the day, your boyfriend Chad had called to let you know he came home to an empty fridge and if you couldn’t pick up some fresh vegetables. But only from that one organic store. And only the freshest produce of the freshest.

How were you supposed to get literal farm-to-table produce when the delivery truck for that particular store only came twice a week and only ever in the morning? You asked and just got an exasperated sigh from Chad. So here you were, paying for the groceries and leaving the store.

You stepped out of the store and almost collided with someone. The person just kept on walking, apparently not even noticing how you wobbled and the bags in your hands almost slipped out of your grasp. Just as you thought everything would tumble and you’d have wasted that money, you felt hands on your elbows, steadying you.

“I got you, don’t worry.”

You didn’t recognize the voice. You turned around and did a double take. You looked up at Steve Rogers, the leader of the city’s gang, just known as “The Commando”.

“Th- thank you. It wouldn’t have been good if I had spilled all this.”

“What would you have spilled?”

“Fresh vegetables for tonight’s dinner.”

“All that just for you?” Steve seemed genuinely curious and confused.

“Oh no. For me and my boyfriend, Chad.”

Steve took the bags from your hands without asking. “Mind if I walk you home? It’s late and these bags look really heavy and that’s not even touching your normal bag.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not, I’m offering.”

“Thank you, but it’s not far, it really isn’t necessary” You declined.

“Alright, well have a nice evening, miss” Steve raised his fingertips to his non-existent hat.

“You too, thanks.”

Several weeks later, you laid on the couch with Chad with some mindless trash tv show playing in the background. He had his arm around you. You looked at him. He didn’t look back at you, but maybe he was just captivated by watching something that didn’t require much thinking after a long work day. Well, you wanted to do something that also didn’t require much thinking. You started kissing up and down his neck until he turned his head.

“What are you doing Y/N?”

“What does it look like?” You grinned.

“I’m too tired right now. Tomorrow?” Chad groaned.

You removed yourself from him and sat up again. “You’ve said that for weeks now! I also have needs and I don’t want to use my vibrator all the time. I want you.”

“Well, I can’t change how tired I am!” He raised his voice, despite or because of his tiredness, you didn’t know.

Shortly after, you went to bed. Unsatisfied and feeling like you had been shunned.

Just a few days later, you were frantically searching for a clean and decent shirt you could wear to work. You really couldn’t show up to work in a graphic tee shirt.

“Chad, where are my clean shirts?” You yelled through the appartement.

“In your wardrobe?! Like always?” He yelled back.

“No, they aren’t! Didn’t you do the laundry?”

“No, why would I?”

“Because it was your turn!”

“Well, I forgot. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, always sorry” You grumbled so he couldn’t hear and pulled a unicolor long sleeve shirt from the wardrobe. That would have to do.

It was a Saturday and you were in the mall, trying on clothes, maybe you’d buy some shoes. You wanted to treat yourself. Chad was gone for the weekend and you’d had a stressful week at work. You had found so many things you were packed with two or three bags in each hand plus your handbag over your shoulder. This had been an extensive haul and you couldn’t be more happy about your new treasures.

You carried several bags to the entrance to then get on home when you saw the revolving door wasn’t working. You groaned. Awesome. When you entered the mall, they had still worked and of course, today had to be the time you also bought something voluminous that you couldn’t just transfer from one hand to the other to open the door that was still working. While you thought about setting half the bags down and just walking twice or holding the door open with your foot, someone from behind you reached around you and opened it for you.

“Oh. Thank you!” You turned around and saw a familiar face. Steve Rogers.

“You’re welcome.”

He tipped his imaginary hat when you and all your bags were through the door. You turned and could see him still hold open the door with an older lady thanking the “Young man” and walking off.

“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” He offered.

“No, thanks I got it from here.”

Steve tipped his “hat” again and said his goodbye when you went in the direction of the parking lot.

You had reservations at a nice Mexican restaurant with Chad for this Friday evening. There was nothing to celebrate, you had just agreed to go out again, because you could. You were excited for it, an evening with good food, talking, no needing to take care of anything except getting home and a nice evening and then a lazy weekend until the work week started again. Now it was Thursday.

“Chad? Friday is still happening?” You sat at the breakfast table and Chad poured himself a coffee.

“Yeah. Work shouldn’t keep me longer than expected.”

“Alright, we’ll just meet at the restaurant, then.”

Friday came, work went down without any incident and you went straight to the restaurant. Granted, you were a little early, but you’d rather be early than late, which would have been the case if you had gone home beforehand.

“Excuse me? I have a reservation for Y/L/N, for two people. I know I’m a little early, but I thought maybe…” You trailed off.

“My colleague will show you to your table, you can already take a seat and wait for your company. I’ll send them over once they arrive” The receptionist said.

“Thank you” You smiled and followed her colleague.

At the table, you texted your boyfriend. Just a simple “I’m here a little early.” After the waiter brought a water, your phone still didn’t ping with a text. Twenty minutes later, you sent a second text. “Hey, you coming? Our reservation is for this time.” Now would’ve been the time your table was reserved for. No answer. 15 minutes and another text later, there still was no answer.

“Miss, do you want to order an appetizer or wait for your company?”

“I’ll wait for him, if that’s okay.”

“Yes, of course.”

Thirty minutes, another text and another visit from your waiter later, there still was no sign of Chad. Just as you felt tears of rage pricking your eyes, your waiter set a dish of panna cotta with fruits on the side in front of you.

“On the house.”

You smiled gratefully. At least panna cotta would soothe some of the rage you felt.

At home, there was no sign of Chad. You went to bed alone, feeling a storm of different emotions ranging from anger to sadness.

You woke to clanging in the hallway. It sounded like a person stumbling, trying to get back up and failing. That could only be Chad. Especially at this hour. You remembered once, pretty early on in your relationship how he had stumbled in just like this after a night out with his boys when you didn’t want to come with. You had helped him sober up and then you both had spent a nice day in with Chad nursing his hangover.

But this was different. This was your boyfriend, first blatantly ignoring or forgetting your date night (you didn’t know which would be worse), no matter if it went along with a special date or not, and now he didn’t even hide what he had been doing instead.

“Hey babe? Can you- can you help me?” He slurred.

And in that moment, you snapped. Still sitting in bed. You couldn’t do this anymore.

In the hallway, you saw Chad entangled in your and his winter coat. However he managed that.

“No. No, I will not do that” You crossed your arms and looked down at him. “I’m done. This is the last straw.”

“What happened babe?” The confusion was evident on Chad’s face but you couldn’t see if it was from the hangover or just general confusion. And either way, you didn’t care.

“Several things. Over quite some time. But this, this takes the cake. We had a date. We wanted to meet after work at this restaurant we’ve talked about. And you didn’t show up! You didn’t answer any of my texts! It got so bad, the staff there gave me a free dessert! It was humiliating! And don’t you dare tell me you lost your phone; you’re glued to it!” You shook from your anger.

“But you got free dessert!”

How could anyone miss the point so badly? You wondered.

“Go. Go and only come back to get your stuff. Otherwise, just leave me alone.”

You threw on clothes quickly, grabbed your keys, bag and purse and left. Down on the street, you just started to wander around aimlessly. You ducked into a bakery for a to-go breakfast and coffee, you went to the park, to a hole in the wall pizza joint for lunch, just meandering through the city.

Now it was evening. You looked up to actually see where you were and were surprised to see you had walked all the way from the park you had been in during the afternoon to the bar of the city’s main gang.

You remembered all kinds of rumors and stories about the gang, sometimes just about one or two members, even if the story didn’t tie directly in with the gang. But no matter the stories or rumors, they all boiled down to “They’re dangerous, stay away from them and their localities!”.

But the first time you had been in the bar, everything was nice, it had seemed cozy and like you were welcomed even if no one knew you. Hell, the bar lady had asked you if you were pregnant, like she wanted to protect you! And Steve, the actual leader of the gang, had been nothing but nice to you. Offering to help you and still not inserting himself forcefully into situations when you said no.

You entered and looked around. For a bar, it was pretty early and you only saw a few patrons. You went to take a seat at the bar again and greeted the red head with a smile. She smiled back and continued cleaning the glasses. A while later, she got to you.

“Caipirinha, olives and peanuts again? Still not pregnant?”

“Yes and no. And how do you remember what I ordered? That was weeks ago!”

“I’m a barkeeper. Simple as that” She smiled.

“Uh, could you keep them coming? At least for a while?”

“Something happened?”

“I broke up with my boyfriend today. Then wandered around and now I’m here” You shrugged.

“Alright. But I reserve the right to cut you off when I think you had enough.”

“Okay. But you won’t cut off the olives and peanuts?”

She laughed, throwing her head back. “Yes, I’ll keep giving you food.”

You smiled for the first time today. “Deal.”

The rest of the evening went by in a more or less haze of snacks, alcohol and the mix of hurt at your ended relationship but also the rage when you thought of what kind of behaviors of Chad made you end it all.

The barkeeper didn’t cut you off, which probably was related to you basically inhaling olives and peanuts. Hours later, you paid, slipped the redhead a big tip and a big smile and made to get home.

Almost right at the exit, you were stopped when you felt a hand on your elbow. You turned your head to tell whoever touched you off, but slight confusion furrowed your brows. Wasn’t that the guy from when you had been here weeks ago who kept that other guy from (probably) asking you out?

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“Actually, you can. Indirectly at least.”

“What?”

“I’m here to ask you if you’d like to come with me to up there” He nodded his head to the mezzanine level. “to meet someone.” He emphasized the ‘someone’ in a way that made it clear that ‘someone’ was special. In one way or another.

“Why would I?”

“To experience something, you wouldn’t otherwise.”

“No, thank you” You weren’t in the mood for something new. You wanted to mourn and rage at what you left behind and burrow yourself under blankets with pints of ice cream at home.

“Alright. Have a good evening, miss” He tipped his head and went off into the direction of, supposedly, the stairs to the mezzanine level.

You went home. You were surprised to see Chad had actually gotten his stuff out of your appartement. At least one pleasant thing had come out of the morning, in a twisted way. In the living room, you did exactly what you wanted to do. Eating all the ice cream you had in the freezer and basically becoming a blanket burrito.

When you woke, you felt blankets around you and a softly pulsing headache behind your forehead. You opened your eyes and blinked. And blinked. You turned your head. And blinked again. Slowly realization trickled in. Something wasn’t right. You weren’t where you were when you’d went to sleep.

Whatever you laid on was soft and big. You could turn your whole body and roll around. You could move and you could orientate yourself in your body. You looked down and saw you were still in the clothes you had worn to the bar. Right, you didn’t put on pajamas before going to sleep.

Just as you sat up on the bed, you heard a door open. You turned your head and couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Steve?!”

“Just the one.”

“Why?”

“I just want to take care of you. Is that so hard to understand?”

[beauvibaby]

emergency contact — m.tkachuk

a/n: a random fic that I finally finished!!

word count: 2.4K

You groaned, the buzzing from your phone was stirring you from your sleep, it was nearly three am. No one would call you this early for no reason, so you suddenly came to your senses, scrambling to answer it. “Hello, hello.” You rushed, hardly getting to it in time. “Is this Y/F/N?” The lady’s voice came across delicately which only caused your heart rate to pick up. “Yes.” You sat up in the bed, flipping your lamp on as she began speaking across the line. “My name is Diane, I’m calling from St. Alexius Hospital, your brother, Matthew has been brought in from a car accident, you were listed as his emergency contact.” She explained, you flew out of the bed, “is he ok?” You were rushing around, pulling on whatever clean clothes you could find first. “He’ll be fine, I’m not at liberty to discuss the details over the phone.” She spoke calmly, you nodded, before realizing she couldn’t see you. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You quickly hung up, yanking your jeans on in a rush, you forced any nervous thoughts to the back of your mind. He would be fine, that’s what you kept repeating to yourself, he was the only family you had left, he had to be fine.

Your feet carried you into the hospital emergency room before your mind could catch up, you reached the counter and blankly stared for a moment, you read her name tag, Diane. “I’m Y/F/N, I’m here to see-” “Ah, yes, for Matthew?” She cut you off, flipping through the papers on her desk. “Room 113.” She pointed you down the hall, and you were off, speed walking down the hall, your shoes sounding loud against the linoleum floor in the early morning. 109, 110, 111, 112, you froze outside of his room, clearly it couldn’t have been that bad if he was alone. You heard a groan from inside the room and you came to your senses, you pushed the curtain aside, “Matthew.” You whispered, and then looked up, the stranger in the bed looking at you with raised eyebrows. “You’re not my brother.” You gasped, and then realized you were standing in his room still, “I’m so sorry, uh, feel better.” You saw the cast on his arm and a bruise forming just under his eyes. “I’m not complaining.” He mumbled with a lazy smile, it captivated you, the way his blue eyes lit up as you smiled back at him. “But no I’m not, my name is Matthew though.” He muttered, coughing lightly, reaching for the water, it was just out of his reach so you walked over and handed it to him. ���Here you go.” You whispered, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the cup, “I have to go, I-I’m here to see my brother.” You gave him a smile, going to rush out of the room but as you turned, Diane came running in, out of breath.

“There was a mix up, I’m so sorry.” She rushed, Matthew looking between you and her, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Is my brother even here?!” You snapped, relieved but angry at the same time. She shook her head and you scrambled to pull your phone out of your pocket, dialing your brother’s number. You bounced on your feet as it rang and rang, “Y/N? Why are you calling so late?” He grumbled into the phone, “Matthew!” You cried in relief, “you’re ok?” You asked, “of course I’m ok, why wouldn’t I be?” He sounded confused, “nothing, uh, it’s a long story, I’ll call you later.” You hung up, arms crossed as you glared at Diane. “Miss Y/L/N, I am so sorry.” She apologized again, you could only nod weakly. “I’m so sorry, uh, Matthew.” You turned to the guy in the bed, he had to be right around your age. “I really hope you feel better.” And with that, you rushed out the door, over run by the emotions you just went through.

That was almost a week ago.

Five days if we’re being specific.

“Mom is going to kill me if she finds out I let you drive.” You tuned into the conversation a girl was having with what you could only assume is her brother from the way she spoke to him. You kept your eyes focused down on the cup of coffee and laptop before you, but your ears perked up. “That’s why she isn’t going to find out, right Taryn?” He quipped back at her, you couldn’t fully place it but his voice had an oddly familiar tone. Not one that you knew well, but as if you had heard it before. You continued typing away on your laptop, forcing yourself to stop eavesdropping on their conversation, a message came up on your screen and you became so engrossed in it that you didn’t even notice as Matthew walked past your table with a small gasp, dragging his sister along.

“That’s her!” He whispered to his sister, who only looked at him confused, “that’s the girl from the hospital.” He groaned, running a hand through his curly hair. Only making it look messier. Taryn glanced at you, and at him, then back and forth once more. “You couldn’t pull her.” She teased him, earning a light flick to the arm from him. “I totally could!” He defended, panicking when your head popped up, you glanced around but didn’t notice him. “Well aren’t you going to go say something?” Taryn nudged him, taking his coffee from his not broken arm, and setting it down beside hers on the table. “What am I going to say? ‘Oh hey, not sure if you remember me but you barged into my hospital room last week because you thought I was your brother’? That’s not going to work.” He rambled, too caught up in his own words to notice his sister walking towards you until it was too late. She simply sat across from you, making your body jump back.

“Uh, hello?” You spoke hesitantly, sliding your laptop closer to you, eyeing the random girl skeptically. “Hi, my name is Taryn, I think you met my brother, Matthew over there, in the hospital last week?” She smiled politely at you, pointing to the corner of the cafe were you turned and saw Matthew looking over with wide eyes and pink cheeks, he offered a small wave, wincing when he used the arm in a cast. You giggled under your breath, waving back, “I did.” You confirmed, “I’m Y/N.” You added, turning back to Taryn, “well you see, he hasn’t really shut up about you since then, he thinks you’re really pretty, so I figured I’d come try and help him have a chance to talk to you.” She explained with a grin, occasionally glancing at her brother, who you could only assume had turned more red. “I’d love to talk to him.” You assured her, slowly closing your laptop, holding back a large smile when she grinned, rushing off, you heard them bickering before Matthew approached, awkwardly sitting where his sister just was. “Hi.” He hadn’t struck you as one to be shy when you first met him, “hi.” You repeated, leaning back in your seat. “How’s the arm?” You teased, glancing down to his cast. “It’s getting there.” He shrugged, looking up and meeting your eyes. “I’m really glad they called you.” He added, ah, there’s the confidence you were looking for. You rested your elbows on the table, holding your chin lightly in your hand, “are you?” You cocked your head to the side, smiling as he blushed.

“I am.” He confirmed, placing his phone up on the table, “so why don’t you give me your number, and I’ll take you out to dinner.” He spoke softly, a small hint of nervousness to his voice. “You know, as payment for emotional trauma at the very least.” He joked, earning a genuine laugh from you. “I think that sounds fair.” You picked up his phone, adding yourself to his contacts. “Good thing I’m the only Y/N you know.” You handed him his phone, smiling as his fingers brushed yours, it sounded cliche, and you hated to even think it, but even the simple touch sent your heart into a frenzy. “Mhm, good thing.” He agreed, staying seated, “you know, if we kept talking this could almost be like a first date.” He raised an eyebrow, you noticed the small smirk on his lips. “I think I can spare some time.” You smiled sweetly at him, diving into conversation. You both covered a lot of things, from work, which caught you off guard for sure when you heard what he does, to family, all the way down to embarrassing childhood stories.

“Alright, I’ve waited as long as I can wait, Matty, we need to go.” Taryn interrupted, looking down at her brother from where he was still sitting, you checked the time on your phone and you were embarrassed to see it had been nearly two hours. “Oh my god, Taryn, I’m so sorry.” You apologized, Matthew smiling at the interaction as his sister brushed it off. “It’s fine.” She turned back to him, who was lost in his happiness, “so, Matty.” You teased, gathering your things, “I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” You stood up, pushing your purse onto your shoulder, he followed, standing in front of you, he ducked down to press a kiss to your cheek. “You’ll definitely be hearing from me.” He smirked, walking off with his sister while you blushed furiously, he glanced back and you shot him a wink, you two were made for each other.

“So, tomorrow?”

You giggled at your phone as you walked to your car, already getting a message from him. You bit your lip as you smiled, typing a quick response to leave him on his toes while you drive home.

“I’m sorry, who is this?”

You put your phone on silent to avoid getting distracted while you drove, but you could tell it vibrated a couple of times on the seat. It felt like forever until you got home, but once you did, you and Matthew texted the rest of the day, setting up plans for you both to meet at a restaurant not too far from your house the next day.

You were a little nervous, just because first dates were always nerve wracking, but otherwise you were calm, you knew you’d have a good time. You smoothed out your pants, looking down at the printed material, you adjusted your tucked in lace camisole, tugging your cardigan on over top, a chic yet comfortable outfit, paired with some heeled boots. Your hair falling down your back in loose curls, you gave yourself one last adjustment before you made your way out the door, hoping you wouldn’t be too early, you wouldn’t want to ruin his manly pride.

You were excitedly surprised when you arrived and Matthew was already standing outside the restaurant waiting for you. “Hi, Matthew.” You called as you climbed out of your car, his head snapped up, a grin covering his face as a couple of his curls bouncing in front of his eyes. “Hey. You look great.” He met you in front of your car, his jacket hanging off on one side because of his cast. “Clean up nice yourself.” You replied with ease, “how’s your arm?” You added, lightly touching it where he had scribbled on it. A chuckle falling from your lips at the stick figure he’d left on it. “Better now.” He smirked, earning a snort in return, your hand shooting to your mouth. “Oh my god.” He broke into laughter, using his good arm to move your hand from your face, “that was equally cute and funny.”

“I’m glad you thought so.” You breathed out, giggling as he led you inside.

***

“Oh, Matty. She’s lovely, I’m so happy for you.” Chantal grinned, looking at the ring he had picked out for you. You’d been together for just over a year, you both fell quick and hard, you moving to Calgary with him halfway through the season. “Thanks mom.” He sighed in relief, it was the last few weeks of the off season, and it was a no brainer for you both to come back to St. Louis for the summer to see your families.

What you didn’t know, is that he ended up holding onto that ring for almost a year before asking you to marry him, two years to the day when you ran into his hospital room.

***

“Matty, what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly as you walked into the living room after your shower, in frumpy pajamas and a wet messy bun. You looked at the candles that were scattered around, and him in a pregame suit, despite there being no game tonight. “You can’t cry when I haven’t even said anything yet.” He whispered as you approached him in shock, he pulled the velvet box from his jacket pocket. “Matthew.” You gasped, cupping his bearded jaw, he wiped under your eyes lightly, “Y/N.” He murmured, lightly kissing your forehead before getting down on one knee.

“As much as I hate how that mix up in the hospital scared you that night, I’m so grateful for it, you were right in front of me that whole time in St. Louis, but I wouldn’t have met you if it wasn’t for that.” He explained, popping the box open, you started nodding instantly, “ask me.” You begged. “Will you marry me?” He cut straight to it, grinning when you dropped down on your knees in front of him. You nodded furiously, holding his face in your hands, “yes. Oh my god, yes.” You pulled him in for a kiss, squealing in delight when he yanked you closer, “Mrs. Tkachuk sounds nice, doesn't it?”

***

You leaned in the doorway to your son's room, smiling as Matthew theatrically recalled your meeting story, your son, who was only four, looking up at his dad like he just told him how the earth spins. You giggled, making your presence known, you joined them on the floor, draping your legs over your husband’s lap, your son climbing onto yours, hugging you tightly as you played with his curly hair. “Is daddy telling your favorite story again?” You asked him, smiling when he nodded enthusiastically, “I really like that story too.” You told him, feeling Matthew squeeze your hip as your son giggled.

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