#I'm totally in about giving them a baby too

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Ooooh I'M so excited to see what you thought of the ATW finale!

Lol aww you remembered!! ❤️‍🔥 I've legit had this scene for this story in my head since that convo! But you're too kind to me, friend, thank you so very much. 🥹🥹 This is a lot shorter than how long my usual series run, so I feared it was a bit rushed, but I'm so glad you've enjoyed the ride. 💕

And yes, I did steal your other Ross gif! 🤣

There's legit a Friends gif for everything.~

Such a strong and hot start, wow! 🫠🔥 Full honesty, as a writer, starting chapters with smut always freaks me tf out. Like, where do you put the damn "keep reading" line without flashing some innocent people at work 😂

We're starting off with a bang! 😝 (Sorry, even I hate my self for that pun.)

Oh God, yeah. How do I include a hook to get people to read this chapter while keeping the steamy stuff under the cut? 🤣🤣

Ooof, I know the exact feeling you're describing here. Kinda like when you're taking a hot bath but the room is cold and so everything not covered by water is freezing... 😅

Yes exactly! The kind of cold that just exists in the air like a frigid blanket. 🥶

Oh, here we go! Executed to perfection 😏

Ahaha thank you, my lovely. 😏❤️‍🔥

First of all, I was just reading this whole, intensely scorching scene with a thundering heart and squeezing my damn thighs hard 😂 Secondly, I loooove this trope! It's sorta romantic?! Idk 😅🤷‍♀️ Kinda gives "waiting for the right one and not in the mood for anyone else" vibes. I did that kinda with Russell recently lol But I love the extra intensity and specialness it gives, y'know? ❤️‍🔥

omg I love that trope too (clearly lol)! Yes that's exactly it on it being actually romantic -- and if you mean on Part 3 of Exit Strategy than I'm even more excited to read that chapter when I get a chance -- hopefully later this week! 😍 I'm loving how you're writing Russell. 💗

But yes I agree it adds an extra spark here imo, knowing Dean has been unintentially "saving himself" for her lmaoo.

Loved the callback of him hearing her again, although his instincts had taken over. It shows how much he cares about her and respects her 💕 And I truly wonder what Sam will say when Dean comes back with a mate lol

Aww that's exactly what I intended as well! He's not so far gone that he doesn't consider her and what she wants (with him). 💕

You know what, a few people have requested seeing an epilogue of some kind where Sam gets to meet the reader and she gets to meet him and Dean Jr., so I may have to sketch something soon for my next little project. 🥰

Lol I was gonna say, "How long do you guys plan on being here? This might take a while" 😂 But I'm so in love with their little afterglow bonding session ❤️❤️❤️ I honestly could read about their convos forever. They're so cute 🥹

Lolll right? They could be here for a week just going over the past 15 seasons. 😂 But they have to start somewhere, right? John's journal can only cover so much. And I wanted Dean to start expressing himself to her in words and start to open up to her in a way he hasn't done for anyone in years.

Aww I'm so glad that you love them together! 💗 In this story I found that the small moments and day-to-day convos between these two were just as important as the bigger action/dramatic moments.

We've already talked about this when he mentioned Dean jr. the first time, but my headcanon is, too, that Dean would be super happy, incredibly sad and lonely, and definitely a little envious and sour lol 😂😂

Ugh that's exactly it, poor baby. 😭 A perfect description of Dean post S15 here (gotta add envious and sour lmao).

You really nailed him here! I could hear every word out of his mouth, too!! 😂🫶

Omg thank you!! I feel like Dean's the one I can hear most clearly in my head when I write for him. 😂😂

Can totally seeing him doing all of that and arguing with her throughout lol Our hero 🥹💚

Oh absolutely. These two would probably be driving each other crazy while still being crazy in love with one another -- bickering all down the mountain. 🙄😂

(Dean grumbling, trying to stamp down his smile: "Shoulda left you for the damn bear.")

Oooh, I completely forgot she doesn't yet!! Aww, she loved him before she knew he had a cool car. This is like finding out he was a millionaire and kept it a secret to find true love and weed out the gold diggers 🤣

Bahahaa I LOVE that comparison. 🤣 I just imagined him pulling up like--

This had me DEAD 🤣🤣🤣

lmfaoooo I meannnn, is he wrong? 😂😂

A year???? Jesus fuck, this is even sadder now!!! Sam was really like, "Ciao, jerk." lol

Yeeeeah maybe this is something I'll explore if/when I write that epilogue, but Sam really is off having his new life. Granted, in my mind he reaches out to Dean to check in, invite him over, etc., but even though Dean's happy for him, it's hard to be around Sam's life when Dean himself feels so aimless (and kind of empty inside). So he probably did a lot of the "staying away" in the situation. 💙

Oh she's about to find out how much 😂😂💚

Oh she's about to find out a lot of things about her man that she never thought possible. 🤣🤣

("You've died HOW many times?!!")

That was such a perfect ending! They literally drove off into the sunset together *swoon* 😍🫠🫶 (And I could totally see Dean singing along to the lyrics at the end there) I seriously enjoyed this series so much, friend!! 🤍🤍🤍 Totally gave me those vibes 🥹💕:

Aww thank you so, so much, Wayne!! 💕💕 They really did have their Hallmark movie moment lol. (Oh, he SO would be singing along -- loudly! lol)

omggg I'm honestly honored that it gave you Mondler vibes. 🥹 I always loved them more than Ross/Rachel tbh, so that's literally the best compliment ever. 💗

Thank you again so much for reading and always brightening my day right up with your wonderful, insightful, hilarious comments on my writing, friend. 💞

Against the Wind - Part 4

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader 

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

AN: The grand finale...

Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger

Word Count: 3.4K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, knotting, claiming, fluff and feels.

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Part 4: Running to Live

His cold hands are warming on your skin as he slides them underneath your sweater. They move smoothly up your back, bunching up the material. You break from his kiss only to help him get the sweater off you, followed closely by his pants.

Your sweatpants slide down your legs with just a sharp tug, baring most of your body to his gaze. His eyes drag over your exposed neck and shoulders, your breasts cupped in your bra, down to your panties and bare thighs.

A shiver runs through you, both from his heated gaze, and from being exposed to the cooler air. Even with the fire going and the heater running in the cabin, the frigid air outside is unforgiving.

You have no problem with the way Dean guides you down from the chaise to take advantage of your nest on the floor, right in front of the fire. He draws you into a sensuous kiss, sucking your lower lip into his mouth and grazing with teeth.

“Were you nesting, Omega?” he teases, between the sinful meetings of his lips with yours. You hum your affirmation before his tongue swipes across your lower lip, seeking entrance.

You open yourself to him in more ways than one; you slip your hands across his naked shoulders and explore the smooth planes of muscle, the dips and softness in between. You encourage him to lower down, to cover you with the length and broadness of his frame. His weight is a welcome one between your thighs and against the softness of your body.

“Was worried about you,” you whisper a confession against his lips. Dean briefly pauses, meeting your eyes.

“Thanks for waiting up,” he says, with a hint of a smile.

Your lips curve upwards in return. You reach up to caress his cheek, feeling the prickling of his stubble. Your fingers thread into his hair, and you pull him back down for a devouring kiss.

Dean’s brows furrow as he holds you to him, wanting to feel every part of your skin against his. His calloused fingers map their way down your side, and across your back to unhook your bra. His lips veer away from yours to burn a wet, heated trail along your neck. His teeth come out to graze your skin, down your throat, down the lovely valley between your breasts.

“Dean,” you gasp, encouraging him when his hand cups one of your breasts. He explores the other with his mouth, teasing a pebbled nipple with his tongue. Your fingers tighten in his hair, your thighs rubbing together between the cage of his knees in the mess of blankets. Already you feel slick forming at the apex of your thighs and slipping down in between.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin. “Fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You can’t help but smile. Your face warms either from the fire dancing shadows across your bodies, or from him, his attention, his warmth, and the heat in his eyes when they meet your again. His hand slides down your body, over your hip and squeezing your thigh as he opens you up further for him.

“Tell me what you want, Omega.” While I still have control, his tone implies. His voice is gravel and sin while his hand moves swiftly and smoothly up the inside of your thigh.

“Touch me,” you breathe.

Nodding, he hooks his fingers around the hem of your panties and slides them down. You help him kick them off. Afterward, his thumb brushes over your mound, making you sharply inhale and squeeze his shoulders encouragingly. His fingers dip inside your wet heat, his brows raising with a smirk, as he feels the sheer amount of your slick already coating his digits.

“Fuck. This all for me, baby?” he remarks.

You hold onto the back of his neck with both hands as you nod, biting your lip. Your hips begin to cant against his hand on reflex, urging him to touch you.

“Alpha, please…” you implore, in a ragged whisper. He swallows your plea with a ravaging kiss, but he still gives you what you want. His thumb circles your clit, earning a moan from you into his mouth.

Soon, two of his fingers plunge slowly inside you, working you open, drawing more gasps and shudders of pleasure from your body. His length continues to strain hard against your thigh, but for him, it’s worth it to draw every sound, every time your body writhes and arches against him, craving release.

With a few more purposeful strokes, your inner walls clamp tight on his hand, and a flood of slick coats his knuckles even more. You gasp his name, your hands squeezing his arms just as tight as your pussy around his fingers.

Your skin is beginning to get dewy with sweat, and he kisses some of it off you when he trails down your chest. You stroke down his arms, down his back, whatever you can reach as you catch your breath. But then, his name falls from your lips with a firmer tone.

Dean raises his head, and you gently push at his chest. His brows furrow in confusion, only for it to be replaced with a smile of surprise when you curl a thigh over his hip and guide him onto his back. His head just manages to fall on one of your pillows, but he still utters a small grunt. You giggle down at him, bowing to meet him for a kiss.

He smirks and holds onto your hips, playfully squeezing your ass. “My wily omega.”

“Thought I was your cheeky omega,” you tease.

He snorts. “That too.”

You giggle some more as you treat him to the same path of open-mouthed kisses down his neck. Except this time, you hook a hand behind his neck, and you trail your tongue around his mating gland. You feel his jolt of surprise, as well as his instinctive growl of pleasure in response to his mate. Or at least, not yet…

His heart pounds in his chest.

“Omega,” he says, a warning not to tease as his grip tightens on your hips.

The command in his voice makes you shiver, but you smile and nuzzle his cheek in affection. You kiss your way down his body, playing special attention to his nipples, his stomach, the soft V and the happy trail of light brown fuzz leading you down between his hips.

Your fingers slide down his hardened desire through his underwear, earning a grunt from him, along with a shifting of his body against the blankets. Your lips curve as you nuzzle him there as well, letting your lips drag across his impressive length.

His fingers tangle in your hair when you hook your nails around the waistband and free his cock from its confines. His boxers join the rest of your clothes somewhere, and finally you get to see all of him, as much as he takes in all of you. Your hand wraps around his girth, your thumb circling around the sensitive, weeping head of it. Dean groans, a sound from deep in his chest.

You don’t know this, but it’s been a while since anyone but his own hand has touched him. That’s not the only reason his body has been calling to yours, but it plays a part in how fucking good it feels, and how much more he wants you.

He feels your intentions when your hand moves down his shaft in a teasing caress, your fingers tracing around his knot. A shudder rattles down his spine, makes his desire burn hotter in the pit of his stomach.

He can’t fucking take it anymore. He needs you, needs to be inside you. Needs to take you the way his instincts demand.

He grasps your shoulder before you put your mouth on him. You blink up at him, with a question forming on your lips, but he hefts you up onto his chest by your arms. He cages you there with a kiss filled with abject need.

“I can’t. Can’t wait anymore,” he says. He drags his fingers through your folds and earns another moan from your when he finds your clit. “You ready for me, Omega? Need my knot?”

“Yeah,” you nod, agreeing against his lips. “Need you, Alpha—”

No sooner had the words escaped your lips, when Dean rolls you back underneath him. But this time, he guides you onto your stomach, then raises up your hips, until you’re on your hands and knees. You catch your breath as you regain your bearings, shooting an incredulous smile over your shoulder at Dean. He smirks back at you, but his gaze is intense, his pupils darkened with the alpha inside him. 

Still, he soothes a hand down your back and steadies you with a hold on your hip. You feel him slot himself behind you, guiding his cock at your entrance. His chest presses hotly against your back.

“Last chance, Omega,” he says, his voice tight with restraint.

You look back at him again over your shoulder, your mouth threatening to frown. You reach back and sink your fingers into his hair with a sharp tug. “Do it.”

He sinks into you with one smooth plunge. It’s a relief for both of you, your mingled moans echoing in the near silence. All that’s left is the sound of your quickening breaths, of skin against sweat-slick skin as you move together.

Dean brushes your hair away from your neck. He kisses and licks his way along your bare shoulder, and finally the back of your neck. You’re trembling by the time his lips find the sensitive flesh of your mating gland. It echoes with the pulsing from your core as he continues to drive into you.

“Alpha,” you gasp on reflex. You squeeze his arm; he has it wrapped tight around your middle. Your pleasure builds ever closer to that crescendo, especially as his thrusts become ragged, at an angle that zips delicious tingles through your core. “Close…just…I need…”

Dean isn’t so far gone. He hears you, and helps you, reaching his hand around to strum his fingers insistently on your clit, along with his final thrusts.

Finally, it tumbles you over. Your inner walls become impossibly tight around him as he draws out your second release—one that triggers his own. Dean groans into your ear; his knot swells and locks into place, and he spends himself deep inside you. He pants hot against your neck, but even though he fastens his lips there, he hesitates, once again making you shudder. 

“Do it,” you repeat, in a coarse whisper. You’re close to tears. “Please. Want you, Alpha. Need you…”

Once again, he hears you.

His teeth sink into the back of your neck, making you cry out. But your pain is quickly overshadowed by a deepest pleasure, thrumming along with his.

 Afterward, Dean holds you in his arms. The warm glow of the fire paints your skin in its light, despite the utter darkness in the rest of the house. 

While you both wait for his knot to subside, you revel in the fact that you know he’s content. You can feel it through the newly formed bond. He traces random shapes in your skin, which still glistens with a fine sheen of sweat. The fire he stoked doesn’t help to cool you down, but you don’t care.

Nothing else matters but this. You turn your head toward him over your shoulder. He meets you there with a gentle kiss, much more gentle than any other you’ve shared before. It feels right. 

When he parts from you, he presses another kiss to your forehead. Then he leans back a little and sighs. You feel his thumb trace the raw flesh around the claiming mark on your neck. A small shiver runs through your body. Maybe on another day, you’ll mark him in return.

“It’s too damn late,” he says, breaking the silence. “You realize that right?”

You shoot him a frown. “Too late for what?”

“For me to let you go,” he says. 

His words both warm you and make you sad. Just how little does he think of himself?

“Dean,” you say, endeavoring to be patient. “You’re my true mate. Do you know how rare it is that we’ve actually found each other?”

Dean remains quiet.

“And after everything you’ve done for me,” you add, “how can I not think you’re a good man? How can I not think this is right?”

He seems to consider your question. His gaze briefly falls, then meets your eyes again.

“You don’t know me that well,” is his answer, with a wry turn of his lips. 

You reach back to caress his cheek. “Then tell me. Tell me about, um…tell me about how you became a hunter. From your dad’s journal, I got the sense that it’s a family thing.”

A vendetta, you wanted to say, but you keep that thought inside.

Dean chuckles, dropping another kiss onto your shoulder. You feel the pleasurable rasp of his stubble.

“Yeah, more like a family business,” he says. 

He tells you why John Winchester started writing in that journal in the first place. Dean explains it in his own words, of what his family was before and after a demon broke into his brother’s nursery. Your heart continues to break for him, over and over, the more story he tells. Your shock can only reach new heights when he tells you about angels and demons and everything in between. 

There are moments where he pauses, needing the time to find his words. He’s talked for so long that his knot finally softens, allowing you to withdraw from him, just to turn in his arms and be able to see his face. He bundles you in the blankets to keep you warm, but he also keeps you close, with a loose arm around your waist as he continues. 

You sense that he’s not telling you everything. How could he? A lifetime of blood and wins and incredible losses; family gained, and family lost, endless saves, and so many near misses. You listen with rapt attention (and a lot of shock) to everything he can share, but your heart twinges when you see how he struggles to talk about his mother’s most recent death. Then his best friend Cas. 

You realize that this man, for all his self-deprecation, is a hero. More so than you already knew.

“After the whole Chuck thing was done, I thought we’d just…go back to status quo. Me and Sam against the world, you know?” Dean says. He gives a rueful smile. “Then Sammy tells me he knocked up his mate.”

You smile. “You’re happy for him though.”

“Course I am,” Dean nods. “He never thought he’d get to have all that. A badass chick who can keep him on his toes, a house, the kid, the whole damn thing. He’s downright respectable again.”

His brotherly pride and his humor are tinged with something else though. You think you begin to understand. His losses have weighed him down, leaving him aimless and living in that in between, not unlike the ghosts he used to hunt. You know the feeling. 

You thread your fingers with his, earning his attention. 

“You can have that too, you know,” you say. “I mean, I don’t want to skip ahead, but I feel like things are going well here, despite the whole busted ankle thing.” 

Dean slowly smiles, shaking his head. He brings your hand up to his lips. 

“Okay, enough about my Hallmark movie life. What about you?” he asks. 

So you tell him. 

You two continue to share and explore, both in words and with your bodies, until morning comes. 

It’s another week in the cabin before Dean insists on helping you down the mountain. Your ankle has gotten a little better, but at this point, you need to see a doctor. It takes a couple of days, going as slow as you need to. He ends up carrying you for most of the way anyway. You tell him over and over that he doesn’t have to, but your alpha is stubborn. 

Once he gets you back to the city, you two take a shuttle to the nearest hospital. X-rays are taken, and you get a new cast for your officially fractured ankle. At the very least, you don’t need surgery. You’re able to call your mom from there and let her know where you’ve been, that you’re all right, and best of all…that you’ve found your mate. 

You cry along with her on the phone, this time for a good reason. The best reason. 

When you’re eventually released from the hospital, Dean picks you up in a sleek, black Chevy that has your eyes wide. 

He grins at the look on your face. “Hey, sweetheart. Come meet my Baby.” 

He parks the car and keeps the heater running while he comes around to you in swift strides. He takes your crutches and slides them into the backseat, then helps you into the passenger seat. 

“It’s beautiful, but my God, how old is this thing?”

“She. She’s a she.”

“Oh, pardon me,” you say in amusement. “Do I have some competition here?”

Dean gives you a teasing smirk. “Well, technically, she’s been with me a lot longer than you.” 

You scoff incredulously. He laughs and takes your hand, pressing a kiss into your palm. You discreetly study him and marvel at how much lighter he seems. You don’t know how much is because of this, what your hand in his symbolizes, and how much is because he’s reunited with something important to him. 

“It’s okay, Omega mine,” he says, with a measure of desire in his eyes. “From now on, you’re my priority.”

Your spine prickles with the same arousal you can feel from him through the bond. You lean across the way and share a thorough kiss. 

Until a horn honks loudly from behind. You both jolt, but Dean’s face falls into annoyance. He shoots up a choice finger at the car behind him in the rearview mirror. You laugh as he begins to peel out of the curved pick-up and drop-off zone in front of the hospital. 

“Where are we going, Dean?” you ask, still smiling in amusement. 

“Wherever we damn well please.” He turns to you with a hint of a smile reforming on his lips. “Want me to take you back home? We can sort out the logistics on, uh…well, this.”

You think about it. He poses a good idea, but at the same time, you’re not quite ready for this part of the adventure to end. 

“How long has it been since you’ve seen Sam?” you ask.

Dean blinks at your question. He whistles lowly. “About a year. Jesus, since my nephew was born.”

You smile and reach over, resting your hand on his thigh. 

“Let’s go see him, then,” you say. “I want to meet your family. Then you can meet mine.”

After that, you two can figure out the rest, like where to live, and how you’ll live. 

Dean raises a brow. “Really? That’s like, a thirteen-hour drive.”

You shrug. “I’ve always wanted to go on a real road trip. Can we get some food first though? I’m starving.” 

He laughs and nods as he stops the car at a red light.

“What do you know? A woman after my own heart,” he says. His amusement eases into a gentler smile the longer he stares at you. You smile back, and you give into the urge to lean in again, meeting your lips with his. He brushes your cheek tenderly with his thumb. 

“I know what this needs,” he says lowly. Your brows draw together in a silent question. 

He pulls away to reach into the side compartment along the driver door. He fishes out a cassette tape labelled Zeppelin IV. You bite your lip and try not to say anything smartassed.

Damn, this man is old school. 

He skips ahead until he finds Track 7, just as the light turns green. A melodious guitar riff fills the car as he turns onto the main road with your hand wrapped in his. 

Made up my mind to make a new start.

Going to California with an aching in my heart…

AN: And that's all, folks! 🥹 I truly hope you enjoyed Against the Wind!

Like I said in a recent update, I have more stories in store for you guys. January 3 will be Part 1 of Outlander -- sequel to The Honorable Choice -- a Western AU with Dean as our resident cowboy! I'll post a sneak peek on that one soon.~

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Ough my god SPEAKING of Mizuki's hyper-cheerful exterior, I was thinking about something recently!! When you compare her to the other Genki Girls of Project Sekai, there's a certain vibe difference between her and say, Emu or Saki. The vibe difference is, of course, that Mizuki is making an active effort to be as palatable as possible. But I noticed something more specific about that, that is, to me, equal parts cute and OW OW OW OW OW OW:

Mizuki totally acts like a kids' show character. Specifically, a Precure leader. (Which makes sense, given that Precure's almost certainly what MiraMagi Definitely Isn't, in the same way that TrickTrick Definitely Isn't TikTok.) Every kids' show protagonist is going to be niceys, obviously, they need to be good influences. But! There are still differences in the brand of niceys that each little kid franchise character embodies. And Mizuki's mask matches the Precure flavor just about perfectly...

What's most significant to me is that she's like, pushy about doing favors for her friends. Refer to her bullying Niigo into Going Out And Doing Stuff Because It's Good For Them. "Helpful to a fault" is a trait that Toei loves to give lead cures. You will have your pink cure who runs around helping everyone with a smile 24/7 (I am looking directly at Heart and Lovely especially), and you will have one of the other characters off to the side sighing something like "There she goes again, wearing herself thin because she is Just Too Nice. She doesn't know when to quit!".

There's also a second brand of "'helpful' is her one negative trait" cure, and that's the one who continually kills The Grumpy One with kindness, while the grumpy one in question thinks "Wow what a weirdo. Why are you so nice." (This time I'm looking directly at Peach, Heart and Lovely again, Miracle, and Star)

In general, she really often chooses to show her emotions in a very simple way, and it totally reminds me of how characters in anime for younger audiences tend to talk. When she's displaying 'really happy', she often takes a tone more akin to "announcing to the viewer" than "normal happy person". There's like, a lot of energy, and a sort of singsong tone, it makes me think of the recaps that tend to happen at the start and ends of Precure (and baby anime in general) episodes. The like, "Hi, I'm Firstname Lastname! I'm in 8th grade and this is my favorite thing! One day, a mysterious power turned me into a Precure, and now I fight bad guys!" thing. When she's displaying 'sad', she becomes a comical degree of mopey, and then bounces right back after a few seconds (refer to the "WAHHHHH MEIKO HATES MEEEEEE :(((((" card lol.) She also loves herself a good Noise No One Makes In Real Life... the breathy "a-haha..." sort of laugh when she's embarrassed, "Kyaa~!" when something cute catches her eye, drawn-out "Eeeehhhhhh?!" when she's shocked.

There's also a little bit of like, "irresponsible, but so cute about it that you can't get mad at her". Like in the Ena5 aftershow, where Ena's like "I'm glad you're here to make MVs again but don't demand a million drawings from me ok?", to which Mizuki is like "It's fiiine you can just pull an all-nighter for me :) can't you :)?". It reminds me of how half the lead cures are either Bad At Their Homework or Forget About It, and then wetly and pathetically and cutely beg the rest of the main cast to help them.

I dunno I just think it's. Extremely Mizuki to select the type of character whose worst flaw is "annoyingly nice and happy" as the basis for how she presents herself. If the person you pretend to be around others is totally perfect, it's weird and offputting (hi Mafuyu), so she has to display some kind of flaw. But being imperfect also opens her up to harassment, so of course she goes for the most hard-to-hate imperfection she can think of as her One Failing. And I also think it's Extremely Mizuki to have so much love in her heart for characters primarily designed to spread messages like "always be kind", "do the right thing" etc etc.

Mizuki is a little dweeb who likes cute low-stakes anime about peace and love on planet earth. And also she is not doing well mentally and all she wants is the peace and love on planet earth that her animes show. God. I love her

[lambilegs]

omg I’m on my period too…need lee being so eager/nonchalant about eating me out despite all the blood

lee giving you the nom nom on your period (LMFAO I'm sorry, it was too funny calling it that to resist)

note to anon: oh bae I totally feel you, can we please share her? 😔🙏🏽 on a serious note though, make sure to rest lots, have good snacks and trust me, heating pads work wonders hehe <33 mwah contains: period sex, lee giving reader oral when reader is on their period, lots of mentions of blood, reader's body is referred to w the terms "clit," "pussy," "tits," and "cunt," not proofread, reader a bit insecure about the period sex

you always knew your girlfriend had a pretty high sex drive. after all, an entire life of sexual repression and avoiding intimacy is bound to do that to a girl. but, you never really gave much consideration to the ceaseless bounds of how horny she could get until she got home from work today, spotted you in your sweats and t-shirt, hair mused from a nap, and after cuddling up to you with a heating pad for a few minutes, began kissing down your neck.

immediately, your eyes bulge out in surprise, and you fumble over your words. you know the difference between lee's neck kisses, and these firm, open-mouthed ones she's lathering all over your skin are pointedly indicative of her mood.

"lee," you rasp out, one hand twisting into the strands of her sleek brown hair despite the protest in your voice. "I-I'm on my period, baby."

she doesn't stop, instead pausing to suck a bruise into your skin, the sting from her mouth's suction making you writhe. "and?"

"well, I just-- it'll be all bloody, and, ah," you moan when she shoves your top up, her mouth immediately rounding on your tits and sucking in a mouthful, her cheekbones prodding out as she harshly tugs a nipple in. more sensitive than usual, your body twists under her ministrations, the firm nubs tickling deliciously from how she's flattening her tongue and lapping over the curves of them.

she continues kissing down your tummy, pausing to slip off your heating pad, and plant some licks and nips on the warm patch of skin. you sigh in pleasure from the remnants of heat combined with the moist of her mouth, eagerly panting when she begins to wiggle down your sweats.

"doesn't matter," she whispers, pressing one last soft kiss before putting the heating pad back on and standing up.

you swallow hard at the sight of her undoing her watch, setting it on the nearby dresser before rolling up her sleeves to her elbows. the whole time, her eyes are locked onto your face, observing every minuscule expression as she takes on a look of firm preparation.

she wordlessly turns to exit the room, returning moments later with a folded towel. she bends down, kissing your knee, and silently gestures for you to lift your hips up. when you do she flattens the towel under you, casting a glance in your direction, eyes soft. "are you okay with this?"

you'd be lying if you said no. while you've never had anyone do this to you before, and your mind is gnawed with worries of how your blood will feel and taste for lee, your clit is throbbing for it. you've been so wanting these past two days, aching for your girlfriend to sate the desire constantly warming your stomach.

"I am, I just-- I'm worried it'll taste weird, or feel weird, and--"

"if it is, I'll stop, okay?" she gently interjects, her thumb rubbing along your inner thigh, the brush of her nail making you shiver. "I won't force myself to continue, then. but, it's..." she trails off, eyes fluttering down as her jaw shifts, clearly picking out the right words. "it's not weird to me, okay? I want to make you feel good. and as of now, I don't feel anything negative towards the idea." her eyes flick back up to you, resting with a focused sort of intent. "okay?"

the surety of her words, paired with her promise to proceed honestly, only motivates you to push through in spite of the lingering doubts. plus, it kind of turns you on even more to see her so sure of herself and her desire for you. it makes you feel completely, utterly wanted and craved by her.

and so, you wash yourself, just for the sake of getting dried blood out of the way, and hop on moments later, shyly spreading yourself out to her. still fresh on your period, you can feel a gush of blood immediately spring out, and you tentatively glance to lee, anxiously awaiting a twist of disgust on her face.

instead, her eyes are wide and burning, hooked onto your pussy with a razor-sharp state. her tongue flaps out, quickly swiping over her lips and you nearly whimper at the sight, especially when she lowers herself onto her knees, wrapping her arms around your thighs to pull you in closer. you let yourself get dragged to the edge, breaths getting heavier in anticipation.

she starts with some soft nuzzles, pressing her nose into your inner thigh, sucking in a sharp breath, the musky scent of your blood already travelling through the room. her tongue darts out, swiping along a few stray drops of blood staining the skin and you're captured by just how... fucking erotic the sight is. there's something insanely sensual, yet romantic, about how even this part of you, the blood that curls and swims through your body, is something she'd hungrily devour.

moments later, the flat of her tongue is running along the entire length of your pussy and your entire body arches at the way deep tingles swarm through your body.

"oh, fuck," you sigh, one hand diving into the silky strands of her ponytail, your hips lifting up as she starts sucking lightly on your pussy's lips.

she braces her forearm on your stomach, holding you down as her soft lips continue to hook onto your lips, your folds, lightly sucking as the tip of her tongue trace along the shapes. your hole clenches at the sensitivity you feel form her touch, and it sends a slither of blood leaking from you. you worry momentarily, the emotion zapping shut when lee's tongue darts out and catches the blood, swallowing it down before kissing your pussy.

"o-oh, my god," you fumble over your words, surprise washing over you at how unabashed she is. "it doesn't taste weird?"

"no." as if to emphasis this, her tongue strokes another long stripe along your cunt, and a hard shiver racks your body. "besides," she continues in a coy mutter, "you're so messy like this." she pulls back and releases a harsh wad of spit on your pussy before diving back in, her tongue poking into your hole and beginning to rock in and out.

the warm, soft texture of her tongue opening you up has you crying out, tugging her hair harder, which causes lee to grunt into your gushing pussy. the sensation of her spreading you out has you writhing in want, the soft, firm muscle making arousal wash through your body in waves.

when her lips press along your swollen clit, tugging lightly into her mouth, your entire body trembles, a loud moan flying from your lips.

lee mumbles against your clit, the movements of her lips light and fleeting, "so noisy. must've needed it bad, hm?"

you attempt a glare at her teasing words, but it immediately crumbles when she hugs her lips tighter around your clit, sucking hard and fast. the rapid motions of her lips tightening then releasing have you thighs quivering, and if not for the iron grip she has on you, you'd be bucking wildly against her mouth. even when she releases her arm from its lock on your tummy, it's only to dig her fingers into the flesh of your hips and keep you still as she devours you, her lips moving with practiced, precise fluidity on your aching clit. her nails dig in her, and you mewl at the sting of it, which has lee breaking away from your pussy to softly chuckle.

you immediately whine in protest, ready to glare daggers down at her, but pause upon the sight of her mouth smeared with blood, her chin a bright red with the dried stain of it. your other hand fists the sheet tighter, something in you breaking at how downright feral your girlfriend looks right now. lee, who's always so put together and neat and clean, her face coated in your blood and juices, the colour of her shirt already dotted with brushes of it.

"you--you look like a vampire," you half-laugh, your breaths heavily lining the words.

her mouth twitches. "and do you like that?"

you gulp, nodding meekly. "yeah, a lot."

she licks her lips, the tip of it rubbing against the corner of her mouth and getting the spot clean of blood. her dark eyes boring into yours from this angle, gaze sharp as she looks absolutely ravenous with the remnants of blood -- yeah, it's a fucking sight, for sure.

though, you don't have much time to think of it as she softly presses her mouth back to your swollen nub, sucking on it lightly as her tongue zig-zags over it. you're immediately thrusting into her face, moaning when her fingers tighten on your hips and shove you back down flat on the bed.

"I know you're eager, but stay still," she quietly commands, the authoritative tone edging her voice only making more of your mixed juices and blood gush. but, lee doesn't seem to mind, continuing to devour your pussy as though you're the finest meal she could've ever conjured in her mind.

at one point, she pulls back to spit a wad of blood from her mouth onto your inner thigh, emptying out her mouth before diving back in. the sight nearly makes you ascend.

when the knot in you snaps, pleasure pulses through your entire body in deep, rolling aches as your pussy clamps down on nothing, lee's mouth continuing to be intent and focused, flicking, sucking, kissing and eating your pussy without cease until you're pushing her head away with a sob.

you watch in fascination as her tongue roves along her blood-soaked lips, swallowing it all down while watching you carefully. if it wasn't for how hot she was, the sight would almost be comical -- lee's serious, steady expression slowly returning while simultaneously being the picture of unhinged with your blood all over her face.

she wipes at her chin. "did you enjoy yourself?"

your eyes narrow down at her, feeling your face burn at her question. "you-- you know the answer, you loser."

the corner of her lip slowly tilts up. "I do well with feedback."

part of you wants to remain silent just for pettiness' sake, but the stronger side of you wants nothing more than to thank her for making you feel so good.

"it might just be the best head I've ever gotten."

she'd never tell you just how glad that praise makes her, but you notice it nonetheless with the way her smile widens imperceptibly, eyes flicking down shyly before raising back to you.

you reach down to where she's still on her knees, stroking her bangs back. "seriously, lee."

she hums quietly, nuzzling her nose into your palm and you smile at the little show of shyness.

after planting a kiss there, she murmurs, "well, you did say it 'might be' the best head." her mouth begins running down your arm, beginning to scatter pecks on your hipbone. "I think I can do better than that."

you nearly question her, but the feeling of her mouth causes a sharp gasp, your head lolling back. god, she's insatiable.

[palskippah]

Basically the magma drawing but it's the bros?? I just drew them and then their parents taking pictures, I didn't mean to copy myself alsdkasd

Anyways- BABY BROS

-They had their hats from when they were very young, and even though their mama wasn't very fond of them she still sews their initials in them pipipi

-Also, an idea I had a while ago but I never drew is that papa Mario took them to buy clothes with his brother (Arthur?? I'm gonna call him Arturo aksdj) and they had the full intention and orders from mama Mario to buy the twins matching dresses for a holiday party or smth, but they saw little baby overalls on sale and also hats AND also shirts and they were like- no way, we have to buy that, look how cheap yet good quality it is! They'd be idiots to not take the sale.

>So then mama Mario is like- ...? Where are the dresses?? 🤨

>And papa Mario says- These were on sale, my love!! 🤑 while both him and Arturo hold the babies in their arms, showing her their new little outfits for the christmas party (they're perfect bc they're green and red and also they're such good quality they actually keep wearing them until they no longer fit)

-Maybe their dad keeps buying the same color for each baby? Or he takes advantage of the christmas sales, so each year for a few months Luigi and Mario wear green and red, respectively.

>Mama Mario thinks they could switch which baby wears each color, but papa Mario says it's better that way so they can tell which one is which (which has mama Mario laughing to his face bc the babies are fraternal twins and it's not very hard to tell which one is which c'mon Carlo)

-Yeah their dad's name is gonna be Carlo in my mind bc that's the italian form of Charles, and for funsies what if their mom's name is Martina :y

-Also I don't care how it actually is, I'll say that Arturo is Carlo's brother and Uncle Tony (Antonio) is Martina's brother bc what do you mean all the relatives come from the dad's side?? Also, aunt Marie is still aunt Marie, love her. And the nonno is still Carlo and Arturo's dad ajskdja

-Carlo and Martina were the firsts to have babies and the uncles made fun of them bc they got too mushy sometimes with Mario and Luigi, like always trying to take pictures of them or being excessively congratulating when they did anything and stuff (also maybe they were kinda young parents or smth, having the twins not very long after they got married). When Arturo and Marie have their own baby Carlo (and also Mario and Luigi, who are like eleven and totally up to be annoying to their uncle) make fun of him if he's too mushy with his baby too.

[valewright67]

YAY!!

So I'm just gonna start writing and hope it's at least like, half coherent. Also, blatant honesty, I am absolutely just copy pasting some bits and pieces from your works, cuz it is LATE, and I do not have the energy to paraphrase EVERYTHING.

Edit: wow, ok, I got very carried away, whoops. Hope you enjoy anyways?

Edit 2: I actually DO have more where this came from, regarding Ximena Talis, the commune, how Viktor is going to shift his focus, how he's going to "disconnect them" while still keeping them healed, but also about the commune react to the fact that The Herald Has A Child??

Some things for context, might be helpful!

Like I mentioned, it's a fusion of "Not Alone Anymore" and "Pull the Blanket Tight Now"

This is what a newborn (ish) baby harbor seal looks like. I believe this one is only a few days old. Quite possibly one of the cutest creatures to exist on the entire planet. (I have a soft spot for seals.)

Here is information on the name I opted for. I almost went with "Ciela" instead, because it's a Spanish name girl's name meaning "Sky" and I thought "Oh hey, Jayce would totally do that to honor Sky, and Viktor would like it too." But then I realized I'd be calling the selkie baby "seal-a" and that was a BIT too heavy handed. So Ilona instead! It's a Czech name!

It doesn't diverge too heavily up until the point baby is born. I opted for daughter, just because, like... Jayce just feels like a Girl Dad, y'know?

It took me a bit to figure out how to get around Mage Viktor realizing that Jayce is a selkie, but I got there eventually! If a selkie gives birth while in human form, their baby will also be in human form. Their Coat is formed instead upon their First Swim, when their parent takes them into the water for the first time, a thick, glowing swath of bubbles (in lieu of seafoam, if not in the ocean) will form around them and sort of compress into a Coat.

And because of Plot Reasons, Mage Viktor isn't looking during this brief moment. Maybe he's checking other realities, maybe he's overwhelmed and having A Moment with his own Jayce, (or what's left of him) who he never got to have a child with.

OK, WE BEGIN:

Jayce clings onto her, dried tear tracks from the hours of pain and fear being quickly overriden by more as he traces dirty fingers over the moles dotted on her cheeks, making a little hiccupping laugh as her tiny hand wraps all the way around his index finger and grips with all her Itty bitty might.

Gods, she's perfect.

He presses a shaky kiss to her forehead, and begins the long, arduous process of hauling himself to the pool at the edge of the cave. The water is uncomfortable chilly, even for him, and he murmurs frantic apologies as her wails begin anew, distressed at the cold. It's a sorry excuse for a First Swim, and he cannot even join her as he should, but it is all he has to offer, and his mother drilled into him the importance of selkie children touching the water within an hour of birth. Otherwise, their Coats will never form, and they'll be left untethered to the world, permanently adrift within their own minds.

The wave of relief he feels when a cradle of bubbles forms around her in iridescent swirls is almost enough to make him pass out, and he only barely manages to hold onto her.

The shimmering condenses into a glowing pelt, then the light fades away. Instinctively, she curls herself up, and he helps, lifting the edges of the tiny pelt to wrap around her tiny body. A moment later, there's a seal pup wiggling half heartedly in his hands, and he chokes on a laugh. She's so very beautiful, a soft gray with white underbelly, and splattered in black spots. She'll look different when she's older, of course. All pups start a bit like this. But he can't help but think she's the best of them all.

She shifts back easily enough soon after, and though he leaves her Coat with her to lie in (it's so cold, he won't take that away from her) he keeps her swaddled against his chest, pelt and all tucked within the torn and retied remains of his coat and hammer that form a sling. Protecting her from the eyes he sees everywhere.

The eyes. Eyes of those lost, those dead. Those angry, who would seek to tear her from him, just to see him hurt. Reality fluxes, and she remains his tether to it, only emerging from the haze of hallucinations to tend to her.

She's hungry, whining for milk constantly. He's hungry too. He eats as much as he can, grateful that against all odds, the amount of lizards (those damned, disgusting lizards) seems to have somehow increased, despite the loud cries of his infant. Still though, resources his body can spare are precious few, and he knows she isn't getting enough. They'll both starve, at this rate.

It's with a new sense of determination he starts trying to find a way out of this cursed hole. She's two weeks old when he finally manages to claw himself over the top ledge, and he collapses with a ragged grunt. She makes a startled, sleepy noise against his chest, and he chuckles softly, stroking over the sling. "Yeah, darling, we made it. Halfway there, right?" She gurgles, tiny fist freeing itself from the fold and waving under his nose, and he presses a kiss to her knuckles before hauling himself upright to continue onwards. UPwards.

Really, he should have known it was Viktor. It's always Viktor. This lonely, regret-plagued man is Viktor. Not his Viktor, but it matters little to Jayce. He cannot bear to see any iteration of his partner suffer.

And... he might know how to help him. His arms tighten ever so slightly around his daughter, and he lifts his chin.

"Do you still have it? My coat?" He interrupts the older man’s speech.

Viktor eyes the ruined tailcoat Jayce is wearing as a sling, confused.

"Your… coat?"

"The blanket, I mean. The one I gave you when you woke up fused to the Hexcore."

This time, Viktor's eyes light up with understanding and sadness.

"…I do, actually. I have never parted from it."

There is a deep longing in his voice, one that makes Jayce’s heart ache, as he slowly opens up his cloak to reveal what’s underneath.

There it is, his pelt, neatly wrapped in a tunic around Viktor’s body. It has become worn and tattered with time, surely due to the derelict state of this world’s Jayce, but the ribbons and little metal accessories Viktor has added to it show that the garment has been deeply loved and cared for.

This constatation leaves Jayce breathless. Years, maybe decades have passed since this Viktor received his coat, and not only has he kept it, but he is clearly treating it like his most prized possession. He can even sense some reluctance in the mage’s movements, as if he is hesitant to disclose what is obviously a mirror to his soul, even to Jayce himself.

And the blanket he is wearing thrums with Selkie magic still. Just like Jayce’s own.

Which means there might be hope.

“Put it over his shoulders. It might not work, but… it’s worth a try.”

Viktor nods, without asking for any further explanation. The absolute trust he puts in him has Jayce’s heart racing once again.

With trembling fingers, Viktor refastens his cloak, then he calls forth his powers to have the blanket materialize into his hand. Jayce cannot help but watch in awe as he bends the Arcane to his will so easily. Although he knows it is not a desirable outcome, the prospect that his Viktor could master such an intricate art has him weak at the knees.

It is with infinite gentleness that Viktor puts the blanket over his petrified companion. For a second, nothing happens, and Jayce fears to have been mistaken, to have only caused Viktor further distress, but then the stone starts cracking as the transformation takes effect. And just like that, the lifeless statue gives place to a shaking, breathing man.

“Now take it off,” Jayce instructs before his counterpart’s selkie nature can be revealed.

Viktor doesn’t have to be told twice. He follows his advice to the letter, then rushes to hug his revived partner. Jayce’s alter ego lets his corrupted hammer fall to the ground to better welcome him in his arms.

Years of complete immobility have shrunken his muscles down and his body has become emaciated with hunger, leaving him in a pitiful state, but whatever strength he has left, he uses to cling to Viktor. Worrying as his condition might be, Jayce has no doubt he will soon flourish again under Viktor’s care.

They stay intertwined for a long while, both of them sobbing quietly in immeasurable relief, and Jayce knows better than to disturb them.

Then Viktor lifts his eyes towards him again.

“How?”

Jayce smiles and shakes his head, then points toward his counterpart with his chin.

“It’s for him to tell, not me. Do you... Do you want to meet her? Hold her?"

There's a sharp intake of breath, wide eyes darting from his face to the bundle on his chest. His counterpart, too, looks up in startled awe.

Slowly, the Mage nods, and Jayce doesn't hesitate to undo the sling, to transfer her over into the waiting arms before him.

The Mage - Viktor - releases a trembling breath as he carefully glides a thumb over her cheek, silvery tears trickling down his own. His Jayce presses the sides of their beards together, trying to wiggle impossibly closer to get a better look. She whines a little as she wakes, scrunching up her whole face and then blinking up at them with brilliant amber eyes. Viktor husks a laugh. "Hello, beautiful one. What- What is her name, Jayce?"

"...She doesn't have one, yet." He murmurs guiltily. "I... I could not THINK well enough to give her one worthy of her. Would... YOU name her. For me?"

Those startled wide eyes are back again, looking up at him in shock even as silvery tears continue to escape. "Wha-? You want me to-?"

Jayce shrugs. "Who better? You are her father, after all."

Viktor looks back down at her, brow scrunched in that way Jayce had always adored, that meant he was trying to think through every possibility of a problem all at once.

"Ilona... For I have never seen a light in the dark as bright as she," He manages at last, and his Jayce runs a shaking hand over her downy soft hair. "That's lovely, V."

"Hm..." He traces the mole on her forehead, "C-Can I-?"

"Go ahead," Jayce whispers, trusting him fully, and the ache in his chest swells when he brushes a lingering kiss to that spot, laughing quietly when those tiny fingers grasp onto his graying beard. A moment later she slips back into sleep, and Viktor almost reluctantly passes her back over.

"She'll sleep through the teleportarion now, and know no pain from it. I'm sorry that I can't offer you the same, but..." his hand sinks down fully, fingers twining with his Jayce's, squeezing apologetically, "there is no world in which I would choose the Glorious Evolution - in which I'd choose my own pride and ambition - over the two of you. Over... over her. You won't need to resort to violence to convince me, not once I see her."

"Really? You mean that's all it would have taken?" His Jayce teases with a raspy voice, "I just needed to let you knock me up? That's it?"

"Wha- Jayce!" Viktor blurts with a sputtered laugh and both Jayce's managed twin snorts at his horrified amusement.

Jayce nodded once, then nodded again as he strapped her securely back to his torso. "Right. Send me back," he declares, tone ringing with determination as he wraps his arms around the bundle on his chest, "I'll get through to him. We both will, won't we, Ilona?"

Then the world flares with pain and color, and reality breaks. When his senses return, he's in the chamber room of the hexgates, groaning as he hauls himself back to his feet. Fucking FUCK, but that hurts, like every cell in his body turned to firey static.

The first thing he registers is... "Salo? What are you doing here?"

"...One could ask the same question." His voice sounds... distorted, almost, and Jayce grits his teeth as he tries to determine if that affect is a hallucination or not.

"How are you walking?" He demands, arms still wrapped protectively around his chest.

"Who do you think could mend such a broke creature?" Salo replies easily. "Would you want... to speak with him?"

A moment of tense silence passes, and every hair on his neck rises in alarm as Salo's body is- is taken over, somehow.

"Jayce," Viktor's voice rings through Salo, as soothing as it is disturbing, "I feared I wouldn't get the chance to speak with you."

"Viktor?" He breathes, slowly moving forwards, grasp around Ilona loosening ever so slightly.

"I would prefer to converse in person," he starts, raising Salo's hands out between them, "but there is so... so... what is that?" He cuts himself off, staring wide eyed at the bundle against his chest. "Jayce, is that-? Is that a ba-?"

"Stop!" He barks out, talking a couple limping steps backwards, hands shifting to cradle her firmly, to CONCEAL her. "You- I do not want the first time you see our daughter to be through any eyes but your own. I do not want the first time you hear her to be with any other ears. And I demand that the first time you touch her be with your own hands, metal or not, just YOURS!"

Viktor/Salo is still staring with his mouth agape, not having moved a muscle. Jayce breathes heavily. "I... I have to... Fuck!" He snarls, and staggers as another hallucination strikes him, a pained moan slipping out as leg wobbles. "I have to find her milk, I'm- I'm starving, my body won't produce, she's hungry, I have to- I need to make sure she's ok. She's- She's my priority now, Viktor, not you, I need to-"

"We have milk here," Viktor blurts, interrupting him, "There's a couple nursing mothers, I'm sure they'll help. Piltover is- it's dangerous, right now. Please, Jayce, there is a place for you, with me, for-for both of you!"

Jayce couldn't help a weak smirk at the reversal. "Piltover is dangerous, huh? Does that make me scary?"

"A little," Viktor admits in a whisper, "You're scaring me a little. Mostly, I'm scared for you. I don't understand- but you can explain, when you get here? I'll meet you on your way, as soon as I leave Salo, I'll start running. I can run now."

"I need a promise from you first."

"Anything, Jayce."

"Listen to what I say. Believe me. Use your kinda freaky mind powers to see what I saw. Then and only then will I let you hold her."

"Done."

"Then I'll see you soon."

Salo shuddered, and when his eyes rolled back, they too trained onto the bundle. "...Damn, Talis. Get it, I guess."

Jayce snorted inelegantly, and started limping past him towards the exit. "C'mon then. You're my guide, aren't you? I hope so, because I have no idea where I'm going other than 'down.'"

Their pace is slow, but they're still well into Zaun when he hears rapid footsteps coming from ahead of them. Jayce tenses, lips twisting into a snarl as he prepares to defend against whatever is-

"Jayce!!"

Oh.

It's Viktor, a bit of a frazzled mess, and chest rising and falling as he forces his body to regulate to the exertion. His hair is longer, and-

And he's wearing his coat in a manner that's frankly FAR too attractive for his current state of mind. As a matter of fact, he's pretty sure that it's the ONLY thing he's wearing, minus some straps holding it in place. Jayce only barely manages not to collapse to his knees then and there, but he does muster a wobbly smile.

"Hi, Viktor. I missed you."

Viktor has his hands over his mouth as he looks him over and takes in all the little details Salo's eyes didn't know to pick up. "Jayce... You look like you've been dragged backwards through Hell, what's happened?? What, you, baby?? And?? Is that Arcane Scarring??"

He honestly doesn't think he can say he's EVER seen Viktor THIS flustered, and its a bit entertaining. "You're not actually entirely wrong. I'll tell you everything when we've got some more privacy. REAL privacy. Your ears only." He takes another step forward, and Viktor's eyes train down onto the brace that creaks around his crooked leg.

"Is that... your hammer?"

"What's left of it, yes. Vik-"

"Yes?" Viktor almost cuts him off in his urgency to attend his needs, and Jayce firmly resists the urge to laugh.

"I'm- tired. Really really tired. And I haven't had a proper bath in months, nevermind a shower. The sooner we get down to wherever it is we're going, the sooner I can rest. Can we-?"

"Of course, of course, I'm sorry! Here- it'll make it easier to walk," he holds out his staff, which Jayce wraps a roughened hand around shakily, and smiles.

They continue further into the depths of the undercity, which would make him nervous were it not for Viktor's kind of frantic hovering offering a thorough distraction. Normally, it might have annoyed him slightly. But honestly, after all those months with only his own hallucinations and a mysterious swelling bump for company, it's... kind of nice.

He stops in his tracks when the commune comes into view. "Wow," he mutters, and Viktor's worried glance shifts slightly to one of pride.

"There's a forge too! It's useful to have, of course, but well. I mostly made it for you, if you ever joined me."

"Viktor..."

"And a greenhouse! Do you remember that first plant we grew with the hexcore? It thrives down here! And I had a lab made as well, and There's chambers for you already! They're attached to mine- oh! I didn't mean to be presumptuous, I just, I thought- well, if you want ones with some distance, that can be arranged-"

"Vik-"

"There's not a nursery beyond the communal one, I'm afraid. I wasn't... exactly expecting... but no matter! We can design one, however you'd like it!"

"Viktor!"

"Do you like it?" He breathes, and Jayce stares at him, then huffs out a little laugh.

"You've never done things by halves, that's for sure. It's... incredible, Viktor. But first-"

"Oh! Oh yes, of course, thats right, ah, Salo, please show Jayce to his chamber, I'll go grab some things!"

Salo gives him a shallow bow, and Jayce watches as Viktor hurries off, before turning away to follow his guide.

Time passes strangely once he collapses onto the small couch, in an odd, distorted blipping. Vaguely, he registers that his chambers - that Viktor had no guarantee would ever be used - were, frankly, resplendent in comparison to some of the others he'd glimpsed. A large mattress is tucked into a corner, no frame, but it's covered in soft blankets and pillows, and there's a wide desk and chair against another wall, complete with a shelf full of notebooks and tomes. A large, plush rug covers half the floor, and he curls his toes into it curiously, delighting in the soft texture. Plus the couch, which even he can admit is luxurious. Though, even the toughest couch would be achingly soft right now, after months of nothing but stone, so maybe he's biased, but he's hardly complaining about that.

"Sorry I took so long," he hears Viktor murmur, and he lolls his head to look at him as he enters, carrying a small wooden crib under one arm, and holding a bottle in the other. "I had to warm up the milk, I wasn't sure how- one of the nursing mothers stores her extra, I guess she produces a lot. Comes in handy at least. She helped me, and someone else had a spare crib their little one is too big for now-"

"Viktor,"

"Yes?"

"Come sit."

Viktor does, obedient as a dog, wide eyed and eager to please, and Jayce feels a surge of amusement. Who's the puppy now, huh? The reminder of their days before, bantering in the lab, pulls an ache into his chest. He shakes it off as he finally, at last, undoes the sling and settles her into his arms instead, letting the ruined tailcoat fall to the ground with a quiet thump. She's still sleeping, though her fist clenches and unclenches a little as she's moved.

"Oh..." Viktor breathes, eyes trained solely onto her, and Jayce smiles. "Go ahead," he whispers, "She's your daughter too. You can touch her."

Viktor bites down on the inside of his lip, and raises a finger to trace delicately over the moles on her face, unknowingly following the same pattern his post apocalyptic counterpart had. And- "Hello, beautiful one. What- What is her name, Jayce?" -his words, too, uttered in that same whispy reverence.

"Ilona," he tells him, and she scrunches her entire little face in a yawn, blinking her eyes open at last, "her name is Ilona."

A silvery tear coursed a quick track down his cheek, and he pulled his hand back when Jayce readjusted her. "Bottle, please?"

"Oh, yes, right, here! She showed me how to test the temperature, It should be good."

"Dab a little on my wrist then," Jayce requested, one arm still cradling his daughter, "I've seen my mother do it enough times when she used to babysit for extra money."

Viktor did, and Jayce flexed his wrist a little as he gauged it. "That'll do," he took the bottle and held it to her lips. "C'mon, sweetheart, please latch, please- Oh, thank you," he whispers in relief as she tentatively wraps her mouth around it, then starts suckling, "that's good, hm? Sorry darling, I know you've been hungry, I tried my best, but you won't go without anymore, I'll make sure of it." She whines when he takes it away from her, still about half full, and he murmurs apologies as he passes it back to Viktor, shifting her to bounce a little against his shoulder. "Sorry, love, sorry, but we gotta start small, I don't want you to get sick, there, go ahead and burp for me, yeah? Not like this shirt can get more ruined than it already is, that's a good girl."

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Viktor looking at them with an adoring, dare he say Reverent expression. He's almost impressed that his face doesn't so much as waver when she spits up down his front, beyond reaching down to grab the tattered tail coat and pass it over to be used as a wipe.

Ilona yawns, and then shows off her brilliant gummy smile, and Viktor just melts. "Hi, Ilona," he greets her, sinking down into the couch to be eye level with her. "She's got your eyes, Jayce."

"Oh please, she's you in miniature. Look, the moles, the nose, the shape of her eyes. Even her hair is more your shade of brown, I bet you anything it'll be fluffy like yours too, once it grows out some more." He shifts to address her, nose rubbing against hers gently. "Nine months, nine months you spent inside my womb, and all you inherited was my tan? Outrageous," he declares in good humor, and Viktor shakes with laughter. Jayce let's it go on for an indulgent moment, and then sighs, lowering her gently onto the couch between them, her little Coat plush underneath her. "We have to talk now, Viktor," he says quietly, "and we'll decide what to do from there."

Viktor's smile dropped slowly, and he nodded. "Yes, I... can we start with where you were? You just- vanished, Jayce. Right off the face of Runeterra. No one could find you anywhere, *I* couldn't find you anywhere, no matter how hard I looked. Everyone thought you were dead. You had a funeral!"

"Well. I kinda DID vanish off the face of Runeterra. THIS Runeterra, at least."

"What do you mean."

"I'm sure you've noticed the Arcane anomaly under the hexgates by now?" At Viktor's confirming nod, he continued. "Long story short, I got stuck inside of it. And it took me to a future. A... A really really bad one. It's difficult to explain, but... ah..."

"I can- Look? At your memories? If that's easier."

"Yes, but! But I have a condition."

"Name it."

"As soon as you touch me, you're going to notice the damage to my body. My leg, the Arcane corruption rotting in my wounds, the way... the way I know my mind has fractured from my time there, I can tell it has, and-"

"I can heal all of that! I'll heal you, Jayce, I'll take away your pain-"

"No! No, you will not. That is my condition, Viktor."

"What?"

"Don't heal me. Not even a little bit."

"But- you're in pain, and I can fix it-"

"No, that's final. This will just have to heal the old fashioned way. Do NOTHING but look at my memories. And when you see what I have seen, you'll understand WHY. Am I understood?"

"....."

"I don't like giving ultimatums, Viktor, you know I hate it. But I'm not budging on this, it's agree, or I leave right now, and I take Ilona with me."

"Very well," Viktor finally agreed, albeit reluctantly. "I swear I'll only look."

Jayce smiled a little as he relaxed, and when Viktor's hands raised, he held onto his wrists and pressed them to his cheeks. Their foreheads pressed together, and they fell into his mind.

He's glad now for his foresight in setting down Ilona, because his grip squeezes tightly enough around Viktor's wrists to leave dark bruises, had he been anyone else, as they relive everything.

His arrival into that apocalyptic wasteland, the hollowed remains of the Evolved Ones, the petrified corpses stuck in a permanent state of terror, his fall into the chasm, the sharp, overwhelming pain of his leg being shattered, his descent into madness and his confused paranoia as his belly began to swell with something unknown.

Her birth, his first bit of happiness in months and months, her First Swim, and his climb to the very highest point in Piltover.

Seeing their counterparts in this world gone wrong.

Viktor is breathing raggedly by the end of it, and tears himself away with a sharp gasp, falling off the couch and onto the ground as he shakes with all this new knowledge.

Jayce is panting too, and he knows he's crying. "Do you see now? Do you see why I can't let you continue on the path you're on?" His partner manages a little nod, and then a sob tears from his chest, and he covers his face.

"What have I done? What have I done, Jayce?"

"Nothing we can't fix," he slides a bit clumsily down to the ground with him, and lifts his head between his hands, thumbs wiping away silvered tears. "Partners, right? You don't have to do this alone."

"But I left you alone first-!"

"I forgive you,"

"You should hate me-"

"Well, I don't."

"I caused that apocalypse-"

"So did I."

"Why- Why do you persist? After everything I've done?"

Jayce bumped their foreheads together. "Because I promised you. Because I missed you. Because I don't want our daughter to grow up without you. Because I trust you. Because I know you can do so much good in this world, even without this Glorious Evolution business," he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips, tasting the salty, metallic tears gathered there, "and because I love you, Viktor."

Viktor's whole face scrunched up, in a way that greatly resembled Ilona's when she was about to start wailing, and Jayce felt a surge of fondness as he realized where she'd gotten that expression from. Then Viktor's arms are around his neck, and he's clinging with everything he has, and Jayce let's them fall back onto the carpet to cling back, fingers twisting into his Coat.

It takes a bit for Viktor to loosen his grip a little, and Jayce starts running a hand up and down his back soothingly.

"...Ilona's a selkie," he whispers at last.

"Yes." Jayce confirms quietly.

"That means... you're a selkie, as well."

"...Yes."

Viktor draws in a shaky breath. "Where's your Coat, Jayce?"

"...I think you already know the answer to that, V."

"Confirm it for me. Please."

Jayce's fingers flexed into the blanket, into his Coat. "You're wearing it."

He let out a wounded noise. "I-I took your Coat away from you-"

"No," He shook his head, rolling them onto their sides so they could be eye to eye, "no, Viktor. I gave it to you, because I wanted you to be safe and warm, more than anything else. And I never went after it, because I knew... I knew it'd be safe with you, and it'd keep you safe in turn. There's a big difference between that and stealing it."

"But-"

"How long are you going to try and argue that you're a monster before you realize that I'm not going to let you?" Jayce asks light heartedly, and Viktor scowls. He snorts. "Alright, come on, help me up again. Please tell me there's a warm bath somewhere in this place? I think I'd murder for one right now."

"There's baths, yes," he assures him, helping him rise back up and settle onto the couch next to Ilona, "Just through that door over there, I'll go run it for you-"

"In chamber bathrooms? Now I know those weren't in most other people's spaces, I saw the communal baths."

"Yes, well," Viktor scowled a little, then sighed, lifting Jayce's hand's to pepper kisses to his splitting knuckles, "you're my partner, Lásko. My other half, my equal. It's only fair you get a bit of extra luxury. Especially- especially after all you've been through. Alone." His eyes drifted down to Ilona, who gurgles at him, and his face softens a little more. "I'll be back."

He vanishes into the side door, and a moment later, Jayce hears the creaking of pipes as water rushes in. He looks at his daughter and smiles, brushing her cheek. "Your father seems determined to spoil us, Mi Vida. I'll have to keep an eye on him as you grow up, won't I? Make sure he doesn't spoil you rotten."

"Do you need help getting to the bathroom?" Viktor asks, poking his head out, and Jayce shakes his head, scooping up Ilona and rising to his feet. "Nah, if I can climb out of a chasm, I can walk across a room. Might need some help getting things off, though."

He does end up needing that help, unfortunately. It takes everything in him not to scream - though he doesn't quite manage to stifle the pained groans completely - as Viktor helps pry the fabric of his clothes off of his festering wounds. Multicolored pus oozes from it, and strings of the same sickly tints connect and snap and drop back against his skin. It's disgusting, frankly, and they have to resort to cutting his clothes off of him and pulling it off piece by piece.

By the time Viktor helps him climb into the tub, he's shaking all over, and barely manages to cling to him as he's lowered carefully into the water. Ilona is laying on her pelt in a basket that had held the vials of soap and shampoo and oils, which are now lined up on the ground by the tub. She seems happy enough to be there, cooing and gurgling and waving her tiny arms.

He blinks as his attention is drawn from her back to Viktor. "What?"

"Where do you want me to start?"

"Oh- Vik, you don't have to, I can-"

"I want to, Jayce. Please, I can't heal you, so please. Let me at least take care of you?"

He sighed, sagging back into the tub. "Yeah, alright. If you want to pamper me so badly, I won't kick up a fuss. My hair? And the beard, gods, It's itches, just shave the damn thing off if you've got a razor."

Viktor almost pouted at that, before quickly schooling his face. Not quick enough for Jayce to have missed it though, and he raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"Well, it's just... can't we try cleaning and trimming it first?"

"What? Why?"

"It-It suits you, that's all."

Jayce stared at him for a long moment, then tossed his head back and laughed. "You think my beard is hot?? YOU??"

"What's that supposed to mean??"

"I once asked you if thought I'd look good with a beard, and you didn't even say WORDS, you just looked so utterly DISGUSTED at the thought! It kinda hurt!"

"Well, clearly I was wrong about some things! Do you have any idea how much I want that beard against my a-"

"Viktor!!"

They both laughing as he sputters out a scolding about Little Ears, and Viktor picks up some shampoo, raising a brow. "So?"

"Fine, fine. We'll give it a chance."

Viktor set to work, and frankly, Jayce lost some time in the haze that settled over his mind. It felt so good to be touched again, to be held, to be cared over. Even when those touches hurt as his wounds were cleaned, it was still blissful. The bath had to be drained and refilled twice before Viktor was satisfied, and drained it a final time, helping him climb back out and support himself against a wall while he patted him down with a fluffy towel.

"I'll clean out the tub real quick, and then we can give Ilona a bath too. She's cleaner than you were, but... that's not a high bar."

"Thanks," he mutters sarcastically, but he doesn't think it quite makes it through that way, not with how fond he looks.

It's only a few minutes of Viktor scrubbing the tub with the rag he'd used to wash his body, rinsing away the grit and infection that lingered against the walls, when there's a knock on the door.

"My Herald? I've brought the supplies you requested."

"Come in!" Viktor calls, and footsteps sound through the chamber before a man opens the door a touch and peaks through, holding up a box with a red plus on it. "Thanks you, Hutch," he smiles, waving to the counter, "just put it there, please."

"Of course." He bows, and leaves again as quickly as he'd arrived. Viktor shoots Jayce a nervous smile. "Bandages and ointments. Sutures, though I don't think we'll need them. For your wounds. I sent out the request after you'd told me not to heal you, but... before I saw what you saw. May I-?"

Jayce nods, and he rinses off his hands, shuffling towards him with the box. He hisses through his teeth as various poultices are spread over his wounds, and ointments rubbed into his stretch marks, then sighs as cool relief blesses the burning skin. By the time Viktor is done wrapping him in clean bandages, he looks half mummy.

"Thank you," Jayce murmurs, eyes half lidded as he sits back against the wall. Viktor combs his fingers through his hair once, and turns back to the tub. Satisfied with it, he fills it up a few inches with clean, lukewarm water. When it's ready, he glances back over his shoulder. "...Do you want to-? Or should I?"

"Go ahead. I'll help if you need it, but... I don't think I can kneel that long right now. I'm barely awake as is."

Viktor nodded and, almost hesitantly, lifts Ilona from the basket. "You can put her Coat in, too. Just wait until after you wash both separately to let her shift." He hummed his understanding, and then... did nothing. Just kneeled by the tub and held her for a long moment.

Oh, right. Right right, that- it's his first time holding her.

"She's-" his voice breaks, and Jayce nods encouragingly, "She's so perfect, Jayce."

"Yes. She is. Go ahead and give her a bath now, Amado. She's not old enough to bite you yet, I promise."

He hiccups a laugh, but obediently lowers her into the warm water. She squirms, startled and fussy, but decides she likes it enough to allow it with minimal whining and settles. Viktor keeps one hand cupped around her head, murmuring sweet things to her as he runs a soft, soapy cloth over the rest of her body, washing away the grime. Jayce loses time again as he fights the urge to sleep, only drifting back into Wakefulness when Viktor comes to pass him his baby, clean and bundled up into a fluffy towel. He takes her, pressing kisses to her face as his partner turns back around to pull her Coat into the water as well, carefully washing it with gentle reverence.

When it's clean, and the worst of the moisture has been wicked from it, leaving it only slightly damp, Jayce starts pulling himself to his feet, leaning heavily on the walk without his brace. Viktor is there a second later, lifting one of his Jayce's arms over his shoulders and sliding his own around his waist. They don't exchange any words as he helps him hobble to the mattress, and Jayce sighs almost dreamily as he sinks into the plush pile of soft things. Even Ilona makes a tiny content sound, and he smiles at her as she drifts back off to sleep against his chest, soothed by the rise and fall of his breath and exhausted from all the excitement.

Finally, he glances up to Viktor, who is still hovering, unsure, and he holds out an arm. "Well? I'm waiting."

Viktor jolts, and crawls in next to him. He's heavier than expected, though Jayce supposes that makes sense with the metal augmentations, but they soon adjust to a position that's comfortable. Ilona doesn't stir once as Viktor pulls blankets up around them and glues himself to his side, one hand resting over his stomach. The metal of his body is cooler than normal skin, yes, but not so cold as to be uncomfortable. Rather, he feels like a wonderful relief, like a cool cloth pressed into a feverish brow. He sighs happily again, and turns his head to nuzzle into his hair.

"...You're really not mad at me? For everything? Anything?"

"Mmm... My mother will be mad enough at you for the both of us, when she finds out," Viktor winces, remembering the glimpses he'd seen of her wrath, and Jayce chuckles, pressing a kiss to his temple. "But no. All I wanted? Was to have my partner back. And now I have you, right?"

"You have me. All of me, however much of me you want," He lifts his hand to brush over Ilona's head briefly, "You both do."

"Then that's all that matters. We can discuss all the rest later, ok?"

"Alright. Jayce?"

"...Hm?" He managed, already starting to drift off, one hand twisted into the Coat that Viktor still wears, the other covering his daughter.

"I love you."

He smiled.

I know I already wrote a whole fic about it, but I am once again having lots of thoughts about selkie Jayce giving his coat to Viktor, unafraid to put his life in his hands because he just trusts him that much.

Or, alternatively, Viktor picking up Jayce's selkie coat along with the rune bracelet when he talks him out of jumping in s1, entirely oblivious to what it means, which results in Jayce internally freaking out over getting accidentally engaged.

[randomnameless]

are you still cooking your half nabatean lycaon AU ? If you're interested, there are some fics on Ao3 about him! In a more serious setting though he wouldn't be outed as a half nabatean

I've seen them!

Soon, he will have 10 properly tagged fics on AO3 !

(and i've read them all lol)

I think I can see what fic you're talking about in the "more serious setting" lol, but first let it be a "Rhea blows up Seteth's microwave by reheating a ravioli can AU" or a "WoH storytelling" AU, I suppose fics are fics, and they're both "serious" in their own way.

Maybe you meant "serious" as in the most "canon compliant" - still taking into consideration that we're talking about fanfics, aka, headcanons?

Discussing about headcanons - the way reasonable people do - is much like discussing about your favourite recipe, it's ultimately a matter of taste - You're not saying the recipe of the person you're talking to sucks, but you just say you prefers yours and don't force it on anyone else.

Now, why I don't put carrot in my curries -

iirc in this fic I'm thinking of and you might be talking about anon, the premise was basically an alliance, Willy has to marry a lady to secure an alliance with her father and get Gronder on his side for his future conquest.

If Rhea tells him about bby!Lycaon and marries him, his wedding is annuled, no alliance means more warfare and Adrestia needs more time to gather troops to march on Nemesis.

If she doesn't, the son he and his wife were supposed to have dies in childbirth and Rhea swaps the babies so Lycaon is raised by his dad and his stepmom, no one knows his stepmom isn't his mom, save for Willy himself and the nabateans.

In this setting though, children between nabateans and humans will either be humans, or nabatean, so no half-nabatean hijinks (and Lycaon was born a human).

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This isn't the headcanon I'm rolling with - which prompted this entire cooking stuff lol - hybrid nabateans have more magic/power than humans, but less than full blooded nabateans.

With that being said, in a WoH setting, I couldn't legit see Rhea accepting to part or even to entrust her kid (half or not) to anyone else than her bros/relatives, maybe the trustworthy people of her Church and Willy himself.

But anyone else in Enbarr and its palace?

If the secret is out of the bag, Lycaon will become a dagger (or so she thinks!).

So he stays with his maternal family, or under their care.

Now, what about Willy?

The hc of the 120 bastard kids was just nonsense, but if we supposed Willy fucked like what the real world inspiration for Adrestia of old is supposed to be, I HC Willy should at least have some illegitimate kids.

Regarding the legitimate ones, what if he married someone, to form an alliance, and basically sealed it with the promise that their kid was going to become the next emperor?

It's plausible enough, that Willy survives the potential kid, due to receiving Rhea's crest he ages slower than his kid who might or not get a crest at birth (like the characters we see in FE16!).

With time, the alliance becomes void because hey, the heir isn't inheriting a thing since Willy's still alive and rocking his imperial armor - and looks younger than his own kid!

Should Willy contract a new alliance or would the people who joined him through this alliance bail out realising they would never have one of their people sit on Adrestia's throne ?

Or, even before realising that the "alliance made heir" will never get the throne since Willy can live up to 300 years, I got the idea/HC that Willy, much like your typical FE protag, starts with Bord'n'Cord and later ends up leading an army without needing to contract "alliances through marriages" to gain soldiers.

Both because of personal preferences lol, but also because it creates a precedent : if Willy marries the heir of land A who has 50 soldiers to offer in exchange of the throne, what if he later gets a proposal from land J who has 5k soldiers to offer for the same prize? If A's proposal looks good when Willy starts with 3 soldiers, later when he has 3k, wouldn't J's be better? In that situation, would A be casted away to have J instead?

However, the most serious issue in this "race for the throne" is, well, Rhea herself!

She's the Prophet who can perform miracles, totes call a giant divine beast to help her and is assisted by Saintly people who can perform the same miracles (and also maybe call giant divine beasts on their own?). The CoS has a lot of followers in Southern Fodlan, hell Enbarr is picked as the capital of the Empire because of Seiros' presence.

"300 devout randoms aren't the same as 300 soldiers and the CoS has no land to offer!"

Macuil is the source of magic and brags about it, what if he very relunctantly accepted to teach humans how to use magic, with the first humans he would have picked would have been the ones from the CoS? And we know Cichol's "blessing" makes lands grow more fertile, so while the CoS has no land to offer, the things they can offer are of a different worth.

Sure they're no 300 soldiers, but they bring mages and can create magic users + use magic/stuff to help Adrestia grow, as in, getting more food, healing and what not.

Add to that cocktail half-nab!Lycaon?

Like, there's a kid hanging out with the Saints - who looks like them - and is basically raised by them and hangs out with them, ages maybe as slowly as the Emperor, and is close to Seiros herself.

If there are any doubts about Lycaon's mom in the modern times, in this AU there would be none! Assuming Willy recognises him as his own, well, between heir X born out of an alliance to secure 50k soldiers to get the entire southern peninsula, and Jesus' son...

(hell even if Willy doesn't recognise him, he could still adopt him later on?)

Even if Lycaon isn't officialy in the race for the throne - by his sheer existence, he is a serious contestant, and all the more if the "human" heirs age as humans do, as opposed to Willy, Lycaon and the Saints.

Meritocracy happening means the young (?), martially talented, wise and fair (it might be a joke, but adrestians of old were lusting after nabateans in their stories/poems/songs...) Prince Lycaon has no competition for the throne, and it's not an alliance contracted 90 or 40 years ago that will be enough to push the claim of Prince/ss X over Lycaon's for the throne...

So the only solution to get rid of him is to push him down some stairs, and hope his death will be "natural" enough that people will believe he died of an illness - or maybe enlisting the help of some strange people wearing hoods and being really pale who promised to get rid of "this beast".

But I can't write/finish fics for shit lol, so i'm just throwing stuff here and there.

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 87:

Thanksgiving with Paige's family was great! Sav had to go to work early this morning so we stopped by Starbies on our way to her parent's house to see her and then we hung out there for a while with her parents and Zane, watching the parade and doing food prep/packing/cleaning. mom & dad went to pick up the rest of the stuff that they ordered for catering, and we hung out with Zane for the tail end of the parade and talked about his plans for the future, which apparently include cinematography, so that was cool

Paige and I got ready and headed to Mamaw's, and it was an absolutely beautiful drive. her cousins were already there, and we chilled there for a while and watched the dog show while Mom and Mamaw did more cooking/prep and dad looked at the house inspection report. Paige and I took the pre-thanksgiving dinner smoking (vaping) walk, the parents made mimosas in the middle of the day, Lily and I played Mario Kart and then walked outside to watch her brother & dad play football and talked some, she's a pretty great kid

we headed over to the fellowship hall of the church and Lily set up her bracelet making kit, I joined her and made a PPJ bracelet, and then it was food time. we had plenty of amazing food, including several bomb ass desserts and some of Nathan's dad's homemade BBQ sauce (even though that BBQ didn't need it) - the only thing the dinner was missing was deviled eggs, and Paige said she may make me some this week bc I was really looking forward to them, so that will satisfy the hole in my heart. overall a much better thanksgiving than last year, although I still missed my family and Peyton

Paige and I played spot the Christmas lights on the way to stop by her parent's house to move the VHS tapes into the guest room and let the dogs outside, and then we got on the road home. I've been to Bucees entirely too much in the last week or so, but I got another icee and mamba sours and some more of the spicy crackers. we were able to take the expressway home, and listened to another ep of Distractible between conversations about high school grievances with teachers and peers, and now we are safely home with the car unloaded and Peyton's to go plate (and Brunswick stew and grape salad) in the fridge. Paige got the storage unit rented, and we may go by tomorrow to take a few things and get them out of the way before Nathan comes on Sunday to help us move some of the bigger furniture. Peyton will be coming home tomorrow morning, so it will be a packing day of extreme proportions

[tonycries]

FIRST masterlist! This masterlist has all my writing from 06/02/24 up until 01/10/24 — for my recent works click on my SECOND MASTERLIST <3

Men In Uniform Do It Best!

Dirty Lil' Secrets

A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck)

I'm Addicted, I Admit It!

Give Me Tough Love

Never Ever Seen This Before!

We Don't Have No Babies!

Like A Fever

Bad Things (To You)

Prettier When Messy!

Care For You!

Green-eyed Monster

So Lonely In My Mansion!

Kiss Me More!

Girl, I Do This Often

Cause, I Love Freaks!

Sl*t Me Out!

Match My Freak!

WAP!

R U Mine?

Hot To Go!

Girl, You Earned It!

I'm A BIG Stepper!

BODY-ODY!

SOOO ANXIOUS

Long Overdue!

THIS P*SSY DEPRESSED!

The Family Matter?!

I-T G-I-R-L!

I Lasted Ten Rounds!

BRAT!

She's My Vitals!

Three's a Crowd (But Four...) — “So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?” “Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 1] [Part 2] — There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancé.

Dream A Little Dream — For the strongest, it was a privilege to dream. Especially when his dream is you. 

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

One More? Please? — A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

Hope They Catch Us — When you’re on-screen, it’s always a rivalry to see who’s best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.

Unmistakably Yours — In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatḣ, to do what he’s always wanted to do - you.

Madam Gojo — Gojo Satoru, the strongest clan leader in all of Japan - and the most dangerous, too. You, rejected by the elders, and totally not his future bride, right? Right?

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

The Heir — No, your clan leader husband won’t stop until he gives you an heir. No, you don’t think you’ll make it out alive.

The Call — After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but it’s so hard when he kisses you like that.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy — He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Ol’ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.

Go For It, Gojo! [Part 1] [Part 2] — You wouldn’t fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paid…is what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.

Unhoneymooners!? — The universe was surely playing a joke on you. Here you were, trapped on a luxury getaway with your - dangerously handsome, extremely obnoxious - ex. Either you were going to kill each other or end up pinned beneath him, split apart on his cóck. You just didn’t know what would come first.

AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?! — When your sugar daddy just isn’t paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fúcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.

Bad Boys Bring Roses — You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?

The Way You Kiss Me — The four times Satoru tries really hard not to kiss you - his best friend’s pretty younger sister. And the one time he doesn’t.

Isn't That Sweet? (I Guess So) — Oh no! Why do your pantíes keep disappearing? Well, maybe your hot roommate knows the answer…

Haunting You — A bIoody trail of vampire attácks, a political marriage, and four suitors you’re forced to choose from - all haunting you. But none as much as the mysterious stranger that makes everything in you scream that you might just be fated for the very thing your kingdom is trying to escape from.

You'll Taste Me Too! — How do you last three days on a work trip with the man you hate the most in the office? You don’t - you end up pinned underneath him, instead.

We Neva Play! — Turns out, the “r” in rivals stands for “really good séx” when a mission becomes a little too hot to handle.

Something Stupid — Five times the strongest would rather díe than tell you he loves you, and the one time he almost does. Almost.

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

Like An Animal — Of course Toji doesn’t want any more kids. Of course he’s lying as he stuffs your pretty cúnt full of his cúm for the third time tonight.

Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You — When your date stands you up, you’re lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company! 

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers... — You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

F*ck You! (Literally) — Of course, you hated your ex-husband. Of course, you found yourself in bed with him on your wedding anniversary.

Government Hooker — With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didn’t think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.

Madam Zenin — There’s nothing that rouses Toji, the infamous head of the Zenin clan, nothing that will make him lose control - until they take what’s most important to him. You.

Brooklyn Baby — Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

Golden Boy — Falling right back in love with the cult leader you’re supposed to kíll? Happens more often than you’d think.

Initiation! — “Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

A Million Dollar Baby! — Turns out, rent can be paid in much more than one way.

Welcome To The Itadori's! — Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does. 

FIVE! — Five hours - it’s all it takes for Choso’s baby fever to take over. After all, you’d look so pretty with his kid - five of them, in fact.

Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) — When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didn’t trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.

Freak On The Cam! — Choso always loved watching you - his pretty lil’ camgírl - from behind the screen. Who knew he’d love being on-screen with you even more?

Can't Touch Me (Like Gojo) — In which intentionally making your fríend-with-benefíts jealous ends up with more benefits than you’d think.

Exes who...

Love Is Blind

“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Wanna Do Bad Things To You

I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera

Lemme Ride, Baby!

Can I Fill You Up, Baby?

"Pull On It. Harder."

Little Heaven

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[bixels]

Learning that fans hated Applejack and called her "boring" is crazyyy to me because I genuinely, unironically believe AJ's the most complex character in the main six.

Backstory-wise, she was born into a family of famers/blue collar workers who helped found the town she lives in. She grew up a habitual liar until she had the bad habit traumatized outta her. She lost both her parents and was orphaned at a young age, having to step up as her baby sister's mother figure. She's the only person in the main gang who's experienced this level of loss and grief (A Royal Problem reveals that AJ dreams about memories of being held by her parents as a baby). She moved to Manhattan to live with her wealthy family members, only to realize she'll never fit in or be accepted, even amongst her own family. The earlier seasons imply she and her family had money problems too (In The Ticket Master, AJ wants to go to the gala to earn money to buy new farm equipment and afford hip surgery for her grandma).

Personality-wise, she's a total people-pleaser/steamroller (with an occasional savior complex) who places her self worth on her independence and usefulness for other people, causing her to become a complete workaholic. In Applebuck Season, AJ stops taking care of herself because of her obsessive responsibilities for others and becomes completely dysfunctional. In Apple Family Reunion, AJ has a tearful breakdown because in she thinks she dishonored her family and tarnished her reputation as a potential leader –– an expectation and anxiety that's directly tied to her deceased parents, as shown in the episode's ending scene. In The Last Roundup, AJ abandons her family and friends out of shame because believes she failed them by not earning 1st place in a rodeo competition. She completely spirals emotionally when she isn't able to fulfill her duties toward others. Her need to be the best manifests in intense pride and competitiveness when others challenge her. And when her pride's broken, she cowers and physically hides herself.

Moreover, it's strongly implied that AJ has a deep-seated anger. The comics explore her ranting outbursts more. EQG also obviously has AJ yelling at and insulting Rarity in a jealous fit just to hurt her feelings (with a line that I could write a whole dissection on). And I'm certain I read in a post somewhere that in a Gameloft event, AJ's negative traits are listed as anger.

Subtextually, a lot of these flaws and anxieties can be (retroactively) linked to her parents' death, forcing her to grow up too quickly to become the adult/caregiver of the family (especially after her big brother becomes semiverbal). Notice how throughout the series, she's constantly acting as the "mom friend" of the group (despite everything, she manages to be the most emotionally mature of the bunch). Notice how AJ'll switch to a quieter, calmer tone when her friends are panicking and use soothing prompts and questions to talk them through their emotions/problems; something she'd definitely pick up while raising a child. Same with her stoicism and reluctance at crying or releasing emotions (something Pinkie explicitly points out). She also had a childhood relationship with Rara (which, if you were to give a queer reading, could easy be interpreted as her first 'aha' crush), who eventually left her life. (Interestingly enough, AJ also has an angry outburst with Rara for the same exact reasons as with EQG Rarity; jealous, upset that someone else is using and changing her). It's not hard to imagine an AJ with separation anxiety stemming from her mother and childhood friend/crush leaving. I'm also not above reading into AJ's relationship with her little sister (Y'all ever think about how AB never got to know her parents, even though she shares her father's colors and her mother's curly hair?).

AJ's stubbornness is a symptom of growing up too quickly as well. Who else to play with your baby sister when your brother goes nonverbal (not to discount Big Mac's role in raising AB)? Who else to wake up in the middle of the night to care for your crying baby sister when your grandma needs her rest? When you need to be 100% all the time for your family, you tend to become hard-stuck with a sense of moral superiority. You know what's best because you have to be your best because if you're aren't your best, then everything'll inevitably fall apart and it'll be your fault. And if you don't know what's best –– if you've been wrong the whole time –– that means you haven't been your best, which means you've failed the people who rely on you, which means you can't fulfill your role in the family/society, which makes you worthless . We've seen time and time again how this compulsive need to be right for the sake of others becomes self-destructive (Apple Family Reunion, Sound of Silence, all competitions against RD). We've seen in The Last Roundup how, when no longer at her best, AJ would rather remove herself from her community than confront them because she no longer feels of use to them.

But I guess it is kinda weird that AJ has "masculine" traits and isn't interested in men at all. It's totally justified that an aggressively straight, misogynistic male fandom would characterize her as a "boring background character." /s

At the time of writing this, it's 4:46AM.

[miriani-lavellan]

Ahh, Lucanis. So let me first say, his scenes make total sense and I'm happy with what we got - we all want more from our faves, but they did manage to compact a lot of trauma and resolution in some fairly compact quests. Here's what I think happened that wasn't made explicitly clear though:

Lucanis chooses the pantry to sleep in because he's been imprisoned and tortured for a year, and he's not ready to leave captivity yet, not inside his head. He locks himself in there because it's familiar misery to him, which is easier to deal with than scary freedom.

Lucanis' letter to Rook before he asks Emmrich to bring Zara back for questioning tells us he's suicidal at that point, and probably has been for a while. Spite, however, doesn't see him as a lost cause - he never uses that to take over Lucanis' body entirely. This is so interesting to me, when we know things like that pretty famously happen all the time in Thedas. He's determined to keep Lucanis alive - and he asks for Rook's help in doing so.

We are in the NORTH now BABY! Attitudes towards spirits and demons are different here, especially in Rivain, and it seems with our Rook too, who never expresses any chantry-esque hang ups (that I've seen). Seer Rowan greets Spite as Determination, and that's how he's introduced by Isabela (with some excitement) if you fight in the hall of Valor. What happened to Spite is just as sad as what happened to Lucanis. He was violated, perhaps corrupted, and definitely trapped - and hurts Lucanis sometimes in his frustration. But, I think he likes Lucanis! He's his host's little head gremlin, and I think the relationship they have (that we don't see too much of) is healthier than any of the possessed individuals we've seen before.

Because? Lucanis is not a spiteful person. He wants revenge, yes, and he's angry, but he doesn't hurt everyone around him because he's in pain. One of the first things he does when he becomes part of the team is go shopping for them. And despite how Ilario and Caterina have hurt him - and you can argue all day whether he's right to be like this - he still cares for them.

I think that when we help Lucanis leave the prison inside his head, we are helping Spite to return to his original nature as Determination just a little more. We're determined to help our friend, and you know what? Spite is too. For himself, firstly, because Lucanis's pain is hurting him, but in the end, he's done it for Lucanis too. There's an argument there that Determination didn't get corrupted at all - just hurt, and that Lucanis, with his loving nature, has been keeping him from turning into a mindless demon of pain.

I thought for a long time that when Lucanis breaks away from kissing Rook, it was because Spite said something horrible to him. But actually, I think it was Lucanis himself, remembering how trapped he is. Thinking about the eventuality of killing himself - I strongly suspect that's what he was thinking about before he fell asleep, and that's why Spite was trying to go walkabout - trying to get out from where Lucanis can't. Lucanis got lost in the moment, but of course he doesn't want to drag Rook into that.

Lucanis making dessert for Rook and thinking that's the same as asking them out (but not actually asking them out) is so completely on brand for him I laughed. He has no idea what he's doing. It would have been nice, though, for Rook to reply to one of the companion's 'so you're together?' banters with... 'we are?' Or for Rook to be able to ask him. Unfortunately, we don't get those convos where we can spam ask questions etc like in DA:I - I did wonder if that got cut and we missed some resolution to that.

Lucanis gives no shits about everyone knowing he's Rook's love interest. He's not ashamed of himself or scared he'll hurt them - Rook has helped both him and Spite. And judging by the way Spite's wings come out to embrace Rook as they kiss Lucanis, I suspect that Spite might love them, too.

[meteorella]

Nerdgasmic Rhapsody

pairings: loser!dom!ellie x popular!sub!reader

cw: flufff!! ellie's an absolute cutie pie. cursing (obv), oral! (r receiving), tribbing (maybe?), nipple play, after caree!!, pet names: sweetheart, baby, princess, that's all i think!

wc: 511

a/n: (intentional lowercase!!!) first ever ficcc omg🥹 i have never ever in my life written a fanfic before so pleaseee don't judge and also feel free to point out some mistakes and stuff!! I take criticisms as i'm sure it'll help me a lot throughout my writing journey :))) can't promise I'll post consistently considering I'm insanely dumped with school works but I'll definitely find time to do so. anyways i hope u guys enjoy this one!! Feel free to hit me w some ideaaasss :3

after you had made it official with the biggest dork on campus—ellie—people would randomly come up to you in the hallways and tease you, not believing how sweet she actually is. after all of your previous relationships, ellie is the only one who genuinely cared for you. despite her shy and nerdy demeanor, she's really fun to hang out with. she'd continuously yap about space, the comic books she's read—savage starlight—and drop all of its lore to you. the whole fucking lore. although you hardly cared. she was too adorable. most of the time, you would find yourself just looking at her sparkling green eyes, topped by her matte, black glasses, her hand gestures, and the soft smile plastered on her lips while she speaks. she's even more beautiful up close. how could others not see that? whilst ellie can be a total cutie pie, you cant deny how fucking insane she can be in bed.

when eating you out, she'd flick her tongue out relentlessly on your leaking hole. firmly gripping on to your thighs, she already knows your next motive. "nuh-uh, sweetheart. keep them open for me." she shoots you a knowing glare before diving back into your drenched core, keeping eye contact all the while. her gaze roamed over your appearance, hair disheveled, eyes rolled back, and completely fucked out. "s-sorry, baby–fuck." you moaned as you clutched onto her dino-printed sheets. so fucking cute. after you'd climaxed for the 3rd time, she'd climb on top of you and slip her tongue down your throat, allowing you to taste yourself as she grinded her own throbbing cunt against yours. your soaking wet pussies rubbing, and creating the most delicious rhythm together. she absolutely loved your boobs. she adored how it just bounces up and down as she rolled her hips above you. she took your nipple in between her thumb and her index finger and pinched them, making you flinch at the feeling. her glasses were all fogged up and crooked, but she couldn't care less. she was too engrossed on drawing out more of those angelic sounds that slips past your lips as she pleases you. "doing s–so good f'me, princess... fuck–so hot." when you had both finally reached your peak, she'd lean down and gently clean up all your juices from between your thighs with her tongue.

she gives absolutely the best aftercare imaginable. the routine would start with cleaning you up with a wet towel, swiping it's soft material across your face, your breasts, your legs, your inner thighs—she had always taken care of you in the most tender and loving way. she loved hearing your soft, exhausted sighs of relief, as you watch her with a smile on your face all while savoring the chocolate she so graciously offered you. after ellie finishes cleaning you up, she would settle beside you, enveloping you in her arms as she wrapped them around your waist. her lips showering your neck with gentle kisses as she whispered heartfelt words of affection. "i'm going to marry you one day."

YAAALLLL OMG I HOPE THIS DIDN'T SUCK TOO HARD😣😣😣🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 i hope u guys enjoyed this one, i really enjoyed writing thisss!!

tags: @ellstronaut

dividers: @khaer @plutism

[andraxicated]

Absolute Threshold

Pairing: Sylus x f! reader

Synopsis: Sylus shows you how grateful he is that you'll carry his child

tags: nsfw | in this house we crave baby daddy! sylus | p in v | oral sex | pregnancy | dirty talk | every filthy shit my cooch can think of | nicknames | non-accurate pregnancy sex cause idk i'm not pregnant |

a/n: i came back from the dead pt. 500 and i totally forgot how to write.

inspired by the manhwa of the same name

Sylus—this man—never fails to give your heart somersaults in a bad way. The first one was when you thought you killed him by being forced to pull the damned trigger, and you thought his blood was on your hands now. The second one was being in the presence of meetings gone wrong where you swore he would've killed everyone in that room if you weren't there. And you can't seem to find a third one because it goes on and on. Living life with Sylus has put you on edge, and sleeping with him made the anxiety grow ten times bigger.

Especially when said man's baby is growing inside you.

You pace around the room, wearing nothing but his shirt and a panty just because it's comfy. Yet you know better than to let him catch you like that because you won't be leaving the bed 'til morning. You groan, clutching the pregnancy test and hospital results in your hand, wishing they would somehow disappear or just be a prank the twins did.

The door opens to reveal Sylus, just as expected, but with blood all over his body. The stench of blood hits you, and you fight back the urge to hurl at the wrong moment. You dash to his figure and shakily approach him, not knowing what to do but to stand uselessly as his scars slowly disappear and his wounds regenerate.

"Oh, you're here," he says as if he didn't know you came.

"Sylus. What happened?" you ask, your voice hoarse as tension dissipates from your shoulders. He rolls his shoulders and heads over to the bed, plopping down with his arms behind him. He smirks as his gaze scans over your figure, and you find yourself using your arms to hide your lower body. Sylus pulls you to him as he lays you down, adjusting your positions so your back faces his chest. 

“Just another day of being the leader of Onychinus,” he says as his finger plays with the band of your underwear. You prepare yourself for the onslaught of his fingers on your pussy, but he suddenly moves upward to grip your breasts under your shirt—his shirt. 

He inhales and sniffs at your neck, engraving your scent in his mind as he grinds on your ass from behind. You were about to lose yourself in his touch until you remembered what you came here for. 

“Sylus wait!” You sit up and fix yourself; the man behind you starts doing the same as confusion settles on his face. You turn and hold his hand, gulping down every nervousness that threatens to take over your mind. You knew you needed to spit everything out and rip it like a band aid before you spiraled with anxiety. 

Sylus waits for you to speak, but it's clear that his patience is running thin. He tsks “What is it now that you have to hold my hand? Were you that lonely when I left?”

You look at him and take a deep breath, trying your best to push everything out, and say, “Sylus, I'm pregnant.”

His stare blanks with silence, and suddenly he pulls you into his arms, his long limbs covering you completely as he gently pats your head. Something about his comforting touches brings you to tears. He pulls back to wipe at your face, kissing the tears away and showing his soft side that's only for you. 

“Do you want this?” He asks the important question with furrowed brows. And when you said “yes,"  that was the moment he allowed himself to be happy and break a small smile.

He shows his gratitude by whispering sugary words to your ears, kissing down your neck as he continues his earlier ministrations to your breast. He plays them softly in his large palms, making sure not to go too hard on your sensitive peaks. He growls as he imagines them growing throughout your pregnancy, hard on rising from the thought of your already perfect body undergoing changes. He thinks it isn't so bad after all.

“Sylus! Mmmh!” He swallows down your moans with his lips, hungrily devouring you. He feels like he can't get enough of you—a prize for all the shitty things he had to go through in this life. Even better that you came to bear the fruits of his cum releasing inside you.

He pulls away to give you a reprieve as you suck in all the air you can. Sylus’ crimson eyes were feral as he took in your pretty face. You looked like a debauched goddess, and he intended to make it a sight every day. 

“Sit on my face, kitten,” he commands with a gruff voice, and you snap your head in shock. Mouth open, unable to take in what he had said. You were taking too long to act, so Sylus decided to pull you on top of him, positioning you to slide off your underwear completely and baring your beautiful cunt for him to look up to. It was so lewd compared to the things you've done, causing you to clench at nothing, and you swore his eyes gleamed dangerously if he did catch it.

“Spread your legs more,” he says, and without warning, pushes your body on him to latch his tongue on your hole, his nose catching on your clit causing you to squirm in his hold and clench on the muscle flicking inside. Sylus felt you were tense, so he had to pull away and slap your pussy, giving jolts of pleasure as his words went from one ear to another.

“Relax and let me eat your pussy. You need to get stretched open.” He continues kitten licks outside the hole, stretching it open to make way for his tongue to taste your essence. 

You feel him deeply buried, his face lewdly pressed against your pussy; the feeling of putting weight on his face has you heating up in embarrassing pleasure. “No more! Nghh-stop!” 

“You say that but you keep grinding your pussy to my face.” He trails sloppy kisses into your hole like the menace he is to prove a point. “It’s like you're in denial that you get off on this.” 

"No, 'm not!” You whine, and Sylus just chuckles deep within your pussy, sending vibrations down your spine to which you arch. He flattens his tongue to lick two long stripes before french kissing your tight hole, pushing in two fingers as a surprise and to play with your clit. Your legs shake as you grip his hair, using his face like a toy to chase your high. His nose repeatedly bumps in you, a toe-curling addition to the pleasure building up.

You went jaw-slacked back arched as you cum on his mouth, Sylus enjoying the clean-up of the mess you made. His tongue was a little less wild as he left butterfly kisses on his favorite part of you.

He wipes his chin with the back of his hand before letting you off and settling you down gently on the bed. Sylus smirks with his glistening face, shining with the juice that came out of you. He taps his crotch and raises a brow. “Do you want to suck me off?” You nod, and he pulls you in for a quick kiss, his fingers threading once through your hair like a master to his kitten. “Good girl, I knew you would say that." Then he presses the leaking cockhead to your lips, the mere action sending sparks throughout your body at how lewd your position was. 

He could see your ass up trembling due to your weakening legs as you started taking him in your mouth. The stretch was quite uncomfortable due to his large size, but the delicious feeling of his heavy member was enough to keep your head going. You direct your eye upwards at Sylus while making slow strokes, trying your best to fuel the expressions he was making. He had his sight locked on you, eyebrows together in pleasure,  making sure to take a mental picture of your lip circled on his cock and your ass up in the air.

'Fuck!” He groans and throws his head back, hissing as you try to take him all in and make yourself choke on his dick. Sylus wanted to push your head towards him and fuck your mouth roughly just as he used to, but he knows you’re in a delicate condition that requires less manhandling. So he resorts to light thrusts to help you take him in, making you tear up a little than full on sobbing with muffled cries on his cock.

Sylus could feel his high coming, so he pulled you away as you gasped for air and coughed. You engage in a messy kiss, spit stretching between you as he suddenly positions you above his raging member. It was red and angry, very eager to cum inside the pussy it belonged to.

“W-wait! I’m not sure-Hahhh!” You scream as his thickness penetrates your small hole before stretching out your walls. Your arms lay limp behind his shoulder as he holds your hips and starts to thrust upward to meet your spot. Your earlier wetness creates squelching sounds against his upper thigh, a reminder of the pace he set in destroying your pussy. 

“B-be careful!” You whine, trying to match his pace in going down on him, but he was far too vigorous in his actions that all you can do is moan prettily and take his cock. The girth and the veins graze on your wet walls as Sylus takes in a tit from your mouth, sucking like he’d get milk from it. You couldn’t help but comply with his whims, pushing his mouth further into you as you let him indulge and switch between the two mounds. He licks the sensitive buds and sucks lightly, finishing off with butterfly kisses that have you tightening in response. 

“Need to stretch you out for our baby.” He pants, pistoning his mushroom tip in a spot that makes your legs shake and your body keel over. “You can take it like a good kitten.” Sylus’ thrusts repeatedly hit your gspot, driving you to the edge every time you jolt upwards from the force. His dick slips out from the continuous ramming, and you whine, making an effort to grab the length and put it back inside before he does. 

“Daddy, please movee” You moan as he breaches your entrance once more, and Sylus lets out a breathy laugh as he watches your pathetic attempt to get filled. 

“You love cock that much?” He glances down at where he meets you and sees the way his dick disappears to make a bulge on your lower abdomen. His crimson eyes glow dangerously as he puts in more power in working you open, balls hitting your soft ass as you start to chase your high by synchronizing with him.

“Mhmhm! Only yours~Ah~” You slur over your words in a cockdrunk haze, trying your best to ride him despite the obvious exhaustion in your bones. You feel like passing out, but you fight to stay awake just to feel the warm seed that knocked you up in the first place. You just love Sylus’ cum too much, love how he only does it for you.

“That’s my girl. Letting me fuck her and cum inside raw just because she loves my cock,” he says in a low voice, his pace going fast as you tremble in his arms. Sylus could feel the release building up, ready to shoot his load into you. 

“That’s why you got pregnant.” He whispers, grabs the back of your head softly, and exchanges a small moment of eye contact before your lips gravitate towards one another. Teeth clash against tongues, and you feel yourself squeeze against his hard shaft. A few more seconds of hitting the sweet spot, and you pull away to prolong a moan with your mouth agape. 

“Hahhhh! S-so good~” 

Sylus growls loudly from the clenching of your walls as you savor your orgasm. Your breathing was light, and all your muscles relaxed as you coated him in your sticky release. You just let Sylus do his thing, fucking up into you with his fat cock as your head lays on his shoulder, your mind cloudy from his nonstop onslaught. When you caught sight of his sweaty face, it was very clear that he was starting to struggle because of his impending orgasm. 

Your hand suddenly went to his neck, squeezing a little just to see his face when he cums with your hand on his. Then, as his hips faltered to still, you whispered "cum" just as Sylus let out a guttural moan with his head thrown back and eyes closed. You let go of the pressure on his neck and flinched at his warm cum filling you up and dribbling down between your thighs. He thrusts softly at the last of its spurts, making sure you’re all plugged up with cum before kissing you and exchanging saliva. 

Between those kisses were giggles that came from your lips, and Sylus couldn’t help but mirror the smile on your face. He spanks your ass playfully before making you look up to him. “Who told you that you could touch my neck? You’re being a very bad kitty.”

“This bad kitty has to carry a child for nine months. You’ll live if I choke you a little.” You jest before giving him a peck and resting in his arms. His hand goes to your tummy and rubs it as exhaustion lulls you to sleep. 

[munsster]

red wine supernova

A/N: guys... i know this is a sapphic song but hear me out on this one.... the lyrics go too well with eddie to ignore 😖 (gif creds: @keery)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Bimbo!Reader

Summary: “Baby, why don't you come over? / Red wine supernova, falling into me” 2.9k words

Warnings: fluff, dumbass pining x2, best friends to lovers, a few kisses, broody & high eddie, cursing, pet names (teddy, bug), teenage boys, underage drinking/smoking

"Hi, teddy!"

It rings in his ears like church bells. Then Eddie sees you and you're drenched in golden sunlight even though it's afternoon and the school halls provide no source of natural light. So maybe you're just beautiful. A vision in go-go boots.

Totally not his type, though.

"Hey," Eddie sighs, exhuasted from the hour and a half English lecture he just suffered. Not to mention, he was already exhuasted from the fact that he barely slept the night before. Which was maybe, possibly, perhaps caused by his overthinking about that nice shade of lipstick you always wear.

"How was Lit?"

"Shit."

You giggle, "that rhymed!" His heart skips a beat.

You're side by side down the halls—you always walk to lunch together—and, like clockwork, you tease him about trying to hold your hand when his ringed fingers brush your wrist. Of course, he would. In a heartbeat, he'd have his fingers clasped with yours like that's what they are molded for. But people would stare, and that's more of a hassle than he’d prefer.

Don't get him wrong, he doesn't actually give a shit about people staring at him, he just doesn't want to give anyone anymore reasons to stare at you. In disgust. Or loathing. With whatever judgements they'd make. Names they'd call you. He's been through the ringer, he'd never drag you along with him.

You're chattering about the state of your new, pink jellies when Eddie catches someone throwing you an off glance. He tries not to think too much of it, and he's not like jealous or anything, but every snicker and whisper sets him off. You're bubbly and kind and it's not fair people look at you different when you're with him.

"You ever notice how people look at us?"

You tilt your head at him as you round the corner of the cafeteria doors.

"You mean like how Dustin makes funny faces when I compliment your hair?"

"No, I mean like that," he huffs, pointing right at the judgemental stares of Melissa and Nicole, who promptly turn away with a gasp. He shakes his head. "And I like when you compliment my hair."

"Well, I like your hair." You smile at him as he pulls out a chair for you. You're the first ones to the table.

"Thank you, bug." Eddie ducks into his own seat, tapping his heavy fingers against the tabletop. "Off topic. I'm saying, you never notice people look at us... funny?"

The metal clasps of your limited edition Disco Fever lunchbox clack against the side as you unfold the lid. Your face contorts, considering the scenarios you've devised in your head if anyone was ever rude to Eddie in front of you. Let's just say your self-defense knowledge would come in handy.

"I guess I notice sometimes, but I just don't care. I like you lots more than I like them," you say, shrugging it off, "And I know how to fight."

His heart swells, face rosy, ears hot as an oven. Of course, you'd say that. You always know what to say.

Too bad you're not his type.

Dustin plops down in the seat across from you, nearly gagging at the way Eddie ogles at you.

"Would you get a fuckin' room already—!"

"Language," you both holler.

"Jinx!" you chirp. "You owe me a soda."

"I'll get you a soda, bug," Eddie hums. Dustin considers stocking his backpack with those little bags they give you on airplanes just in case.

...

"Weird Science or The Woman in Red?"

You're perched on the floor of his living room, wearing silk shorts and a cami. You weigh both tapes in your manicured hands like it'll tell you anything about the quality of the films inside.

"Somethin' to say about Kelly LeBrock, bug?"

"Steve suggested them! And he gave me a discount, so I couldn't just say no," you say with such a dazzling smile on your face, he thinks you're the nicest girl he's ever met. Or, at least, the nicest he's ever seen, no contest.

Just, not his type.

"Go figure," he says, "Weird Science."

"'Cause of the mutant bikers?" You beam up at him where he sits on the couch.

"'Cause of the mutant bikers."

It makes you giggle, which makes him smile like an idiot.

Then Hellfire pours onto Eddie's front porch bearing gifts of humongous chip bags and a six pack of cheap beer. He jumps a little at the doorbell, and you spring up to open the floodgates for the rowdy group of boys. They greet you excitedly and spread themselves across the rest of the couch, an armchair, and the floor.

Dustin tosses you a bag of pop rocks, and you blow a kiss in thanks, promising to bring him by the arcade next week. Eddie feels so far from you, even though your shoulders are pressed between his knees. But he can't see you or talk to you, your attention is divided, and he can't help but feel a little needy. You smack Dustin's hand when he reaches for a beer, and he whines about Mike sneaking one.

"What movie did the love birds choose?" Gareth asks. Eddie takes out a baggie of weed.

"Weird Science!" you coo, slotting the tape into the VCR. Gareth celebrates, sloshing his beer can against the coffee table as the rest of the boys high five and howl. You roll your eyes affectionately.

You laugh, smacking Jeff on the arm. “Oh, you’re all horny perverts.”

Gareth salutes, “At your service!” Which earns him a playful flick upside the head. The opening credits roll, and you stand triumphantly.

“I have to pee, but you guys can let it roll while I’m gone!” you chirp, skipping off down the hall of the mobile home.

As soon as you’re out of ear shot, Dustin whips around to scowl at Eddie who exhales a slow puff from the neon pink bong you gifted him last year. He passes it to Gareth and crosses his arms over his chest.

“I can’t tell what’s worse,” Dustin huffs, “The fact that you’re so oblivious or the fact that she is, too.”

Eddie squints. “What?”

Dustin deadpans.

“Dude, even I can tell you two like each other,” Mike chimes in, “Will thought you were dating from two thousand miles away. Over the phone.”

“You guys are fucking high. We are not dating,” Eddie says.

Mike shrugs. “You should be.”

“Okay, twerp, I’m not taking romantic advice from someone in a long distance relationship.”

“He’s right,” Dustin barks.

“That means you, too, twerp. Besides. Not my type.” Eddie sighs and slumps into the cushions, reaching his arms above his head.

“Yeah, right,” Lucas says, “If she’s not your type, then who is?”

“I don’t know, but she’s not.”

Gareth rolls his eyes. “Sounds like a lame excuse for your cowardice.” Eddie’s jaw drops, and he grabs for his bong.

“You did not just say that to me.”

“I meant it.”

You bumble back into the room, and the conversation screeches to a halt, Gareth whipping back towards the screen with Eddie’s eyes still burning holes in the back of his head.

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” they grumble.

Eddie smiles when you plop down next to him on the creaky couch. He can’t focus on the movie with the stray glances he’s catching from the younger boys and the soft looks you offer every so often. Maybe he is gutless. Because when he thinks about you, he’s floored. Then—knee jerk—he has to justify his racing heart with the fact that he could never be into you. But he is. You’re beautiful and funny and sweet to him. You are his type.

Not halfway into the film, Dustin whines, “I’m bored. Can we play a game? Like spin the bottle or kiss marry kill or something?”

“First of all,” Eddie says, “there’s only one chick here, we’re not playing spin the bottle. Second, are you five years old?”

You scoff and pat Eddie on the thigh. “Hey! I’m with Dustin. Truth or dare?”

“Works for me,” Jeff interjects. Eddie glares at him, grabbing his bong from the table. “Truth or dare, Eddie.”

He exhales a puff of smoke, shaking his head.

“Truth”—The boys’ heads turn, wicked smiles on their faces like predators eyeing him up—“Fuck, dare.”

Jeff cocks a brow.

“I don’t like this game,” Eddie says.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?”

“I said dare.”

Jeff grins. “I dare you to tell me if you have a crush on anyone.”

Dustin, Lucas, and Mike chuckle.

“Fuck you all. Yeah, fine, I do. Next,” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s your turn, teddy,” you coo.

“Right. Dustin, truth or dare.”

“Easy. Truth,” he says.

“Is it fun being a little shit?”

You shove his side. “Eddie!”

“Why, yes. Yes, it is.”

“Great,” Eddie huffs.

“Awesome.” Dustin glares at him.

The game continues just like that, a vicious cycle of sarcasm and glares. It’s a little more lighthearted when Lucas asks you if you have a special skill. Without responding, you ask for a deck of cards and stand in front of the screen.

“You boys like magic?”

A few nod, the rest too stunned to speak as you show them a card, the queen of diamonds, and shuffle the deck a few times. You pull a card from the deck, and the boys lean in, anticipating the red queen. You spin the card, and they groan when you reveal the eight of clubs.

“That’s not our card, bug,” Eddie says. He expects you to be disappointed, but you grin and set the deck on the table.

“I know.” Their eyes widen when you reach into the top of your shorts, a card pinched between your fingers. The queen of diamonds. “This is.”

You toss the card, and the boys grab for it. Eddie gulps and shifts in his seat, couch squealing beneath him. Lucas pelts the hard-won card at Eddie, and you curtsy before heading back to your seat.

…

Just as the game gets a little tired, Dustin shoots his hand into the air. “My turn!”

“Okay, but this is the last one—”

Dustin shouts your name.

“Yes?”

“Truth or dare?”

You pretend to contemplate before chirping, “Dare!”

Eddie leans his head back, lulling to the side to watch you smile at Dustin. You catch Eddie staring and stick your tongue out at him. He winks.

“I dare you… to kiss the person on your right.”

“Geez, how long did it take you to come up with that one,” Eddie mumbles. But you look to your right, and Eddie looks kind of uninterested, glazed over and staring at the ceiling.

“That doesn’t seem very consensual,” you say, brows knitted just as Eddie lifts his head. Dustin glares expectantly at Eddie who slowly sits up and turns his head, smirking at you.

“You can kiss me, bug. So long as you promise not to bite.”

Eddie’s relieved when you giggle and set your hand on his knee.

“If you say so!” You lean closer, and he blushes at the new proximity. Despite his nerves, he just can’t look away, eyes locked with yours. You huff when it feels like he’s staring straight into your soul. But you’re smiling so sweetly, even with all the rascals chanting ‘do it!’.

You shift your weight and hold onto his shoulder as he slips his arm around your waist so you don’t teeter off the couch. He nods, tip of his nose just brushing yours. You press your lips to his quickly, and he can sense your nerves when you pull away and look down.

Everyone cheers.

You look into his eyes again, and your face relaxes, the heat not so unbearable when you see his smile. You duck to kiss him again, his arm tighter on your waist. He tries not to smile, but you hum softly and, suddenly, he’s a puddle in your fingers.

You pull away when someone whistles, your ears rushing with blood as you drop your feet to the floor and look away, face burning.

Eddie clears his throat. “Alright, you pervs got what you wanted. Can we finish this damn movie already?”

“It’s kinda late,” you hum, “I don’t wanna be driving too close to the witching hour.”

“Wait, what?” Gareth says, watching you stand and shuffle into your slippers by the door.

“Sorry, guys. Just… superstititous.” They wouldn’t have believe you if you hadn’t said it with a genuine smile on your face. Eddie hops up from his seat and follows you.

“I’ll walk you out, bug.”

“Ooh,” Dustin teases. Jeff slaps a hand over his mouth, and Dustin mumbles an expletive against it.

Your little, red coupe is sidled right up next to his van. He always keeps the spot closer to the door open for you. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his jacket, your arms crossed over your chest to keep out the cold. He winces.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay? I can take the floor,” Eddie says, shucking his jacket and wrapping it over your shoulders. You smile.

“Such a gentleman.”

He rolls his eyes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, teddy,” you whisper, craning your neck to kiss his cheek. Your heart-shaped keychain jangles against the car door as you slot the silver key into the lock. When you get the door open and glance at him, he’s stone faced where he leans against the back window.

“Wait,” he huffs.

“Yeah?”

Eddie can feel himself flailing, hands shaky at his sides when you look at him. He can’t tell if it’s because of the cold or his nerves or how worried you look or the fact that this could be his only chance. Don’t be a coward. He expects you to get tired of it. Eventually, you’ll have to let go, but right now, you stand there and wait for him. Oh.

“Sorry, bug. I’m pretty high right now.”

“I don’t mind.” You shrug when he rubs the back of his neck and chuckles softly. “You okay?”

He shakes his head. “You’re so sweet. And you’re so nice to me. God, you’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you coo, standing close enough to feel the warmth radiate from his chest. He nods slowly, glancing down at your lips.

“Yeah.”

You thumb over the leftover slip of paper in the pocket of his jacket. And you smile, remembering when you passed him that note in chem last thursday.

Eddie sucks in a breath, sighing, “You make me so nervous.” You blink hard, and he’s seering hot under the warm light filtering through the trailer windows. “And you’re so fascinating.”

“Fascinating?!”

“Yeah,” he whispers.

“That’s a new one. ‘S that a good thing?” you say, head tilted watching him push his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, it’s a good thing. Fascinating is good. To me.” You swear his eyes twinkle a little when he looks at you.

“Well,” you nod, “Thank you.”

“Yeah.” And he can’t stop himself from taking selfish glimpses at your mouth. He feels so stupid for how long he denied his genuine attraction to you. His crush on you. You’d laugh if you knew what went on in his head. “I liked kissing you.”

You take a deep breath, and he steels himself for rejection. He thinks, why should you want anything to do with him after he’s acted so indifferent towards you all this time.

“I liked kissing you, too, teddy.” Holy fuck.

He grins. “You’re my type.” At first, you think he’s joking, but even a blind man could tell Eddie was dead serious. “Textbook description of it, bug. You’re my type.”

You look into his eyes again, trying to gauge if he’s fucking with you. He has to know that you’ve liked him for years. He has to. It’s not like the boys have been subtle about it.

“I… am flattered,” you coo, “Where’s all this coming from?”

“Just. From me. You know? It’s always been there. Had a crush on you forever, just had to tell you now.”

You nod, biting back a grin and shuffling a little closer. He’s absolutely buzzing when you curl your fingers into his bicep.

“Can I kiss you?” His head is spinning when you nod and press up against him. He’s sure you can feel his heart pounding. Especially when you press your delicate palm right to it. His hand fits gently against your hip.

Now, it’s his turn to kiss you. His lips are so soft against yours, tender like he’s nervous you’ll shatter. You giggle and reach for the back of his neck, your mouths falling open against each other in a fit of excitement and heat. He tugs you closer when your tongue slips into his mouth; he doesn’t mean to, but he feels himself smile and spread his hand across your lower back.

Eddie pulls away, eyes flicking wildly across your face just before he pecks your mouth again.

“Bug?”

You nod, eyes refusing to open as he kisses your cheek.

“Be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, teddy, I will!”

You tug him down by the collar to kiss him ferocious, his cheeks instinctively hot with your baby pink fingernails gentle on his neck. You can hear the cheers and high-fives from inside the house, exclamations of ‘finally!’ and ‘i knew it’.

Then Dustin hollers, “Fuck yeah!”

And you both shout, “Language!” just before falling into each other in a fit of giggles.

stranger things masterlist

[blueblossomrose]

Pleaseeeee I wanna see more on leona from the parent thing 🥺

Course! Here we go!

This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, Leona being a tired dad, fem!afab!mc, fluffy.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Being a father was never something that really crossed his mind. Dealing with Cheka, and his own childhood problems, made him skeptical about the idea.

MC kind of knew about it, but she was ready to tell him anyway.

Leona was surprised and at the same time not. He wouldn't verbalize about it, but after the wedding, his mind turned to children for the first time.

He wouldn't say it was a desire to have children, but more like a concept, imagination.

Well, now he didn't have to imagine anymore.

In the first few months, he's sounds neutral. He doesn't hate it, but he has confused mixed feelings about it.

He doesn't feel the huge appeal, and deep down that makes him angry and sad.

Because he knows he's probably not making you feel safe, because he knows he is behaving exactly like his own parents, ignorants of love.

He refuses to ask Farena anything at first, but it gets to a point where he's so upset that he ends up venting to him.

Farena was straightforward in pointing out that Leona doesn't need to force himself to be something he's not. That he doesn't need to doubt his own emotions because of other people's emotions.

And after this conversation, he goes to talk to MC. She, despite being slightly confused too, didn't crucify him for it. Leona continued to protect her with all his might throughout her pregnancy.

When MC's belly grows and he feels the first kick, his mental confusion worsened, conflicting feelings hitting each other, and even though he still seemed indifferent... there was something between and MC notice.

When he held the babies in his arms for the first time, however... his gaze, which had been different, changed completely.

He loved those children. There was no way he could hate them.

He was: "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to them."

And MC was: "I know 😊"

He is a tired father, as expected of him. Yet, he's doing well there.

One of the common scenes is him lying on your lap while you fold clothes or do some other activity, and your children on top of him, pulling his ears and tail while he sleeps.

When they are babies, Leona is ok to stay up with them while MC sleeps. He understands how tiring it is. Plus, he likes to feel important when he sees that the little ones fall asleep more easily when they are in his arms.

Many times you wake up with the babies on top of you because Leona put them in bed to sleep with you two.

As the babies grow, you notice more clearly how docile Leona is with his daughter.

As if anything Zuri asked for, Leona would give it to her.

He would play with her dolls wearing a pink dress if she asked.

Which honestly wouldn't be impossible for her to ask for. Zuri is very demanding.

Totally different from Zayne and Sekani. Zayne is calmer, really quiet. Sekani is a shy, very sweet boy, and slightly fearful...

Zayne enjoys playing board games even at a young age. Leona doesn't mind playing with him often. It's pretty funny when sometimes he ends up losing and looks at his 6 year old son like this: 🤨

He compliments Zayne anyway.

Sekani is undeniably more attached to his mother, since he is the type of child who likes to be pampered with affection and MC is always holding him in her arms.

But Leona also showers him with affection (in a more discreet way), so he enjoys being with his father as well. Leona makes him feel safe, so whenever he is scared, Sekani runs to his father.

Despite sometimes complaining, Leona spends a lot of time with them. A lot of time. MC soon realizes that it is him giving his children the affection and attention that he did not receive.

Also, Cheka joins his cousins to go and bother his uncle. He loves having someone to play with now!

Leona having his three children and nephew glued to him 24 hours a day. Okay, maybe I exaggerated. 8 hours a day.

MC often joins in on the fun. When playing tag, Leona is usually quick to catch her because he knows where she usually hides. He will jump on you without mercy and probably scare you, but he will quickly make you laugh with involuntary tickles.

Leona finds the kids easily. And the kids can find you easily when it's their turn. Hide and seek with beastmen is no fun.

At the end of the day, Leona watches you sleeping in his arms along with the children... and he thinks that love and being loved like that isn't bad at all.

[sugawhaaa]

JEONGIN SMUT HEADCANONS

Sex with Jeongin would...

[Dom ver]

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, oral, fingering, BDSM, spit play, sweat fetish, auralism, probably more I forget 😭

Pairing:: dom!jeongin x sub!fem!reader

A/N:: I accidentally used the same photo twice but...Shh I'm too lazy to re-edit the thingy. Also the tiles for each section are a little vague, it's just for the vibes

Skz masterlist:: 🎀

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Feel like::

☆-Jeongin is a sucker for deep and fast sex...like listen Jeongin can be impatient as hell and he just needs to get in there yk what I mean?

☆-I can see him being a bit of a tease with this like when he first goes inside he waits like a few second before just putting in all of his pent up lust into pounding into you.

☆-Jeongin has been getting big asf lately and I can see him kinda having a size kink, ofc in the sense that he's bigger than you, so doing things like lifting you by your hips or guiding your body by the waist is totally his thing.

☆-Messy kisses with a fuck ton of tongue while fucking you 😫

☆-he likes to put his hands around your face and neck area. Not deliberately choking but just asserting his control, you know? Also making a mess of your spit, dipping his fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them.

☆-some spanking every now and then ^^

☆-He loves to roam his hands all over your body, your tits, thighs, ass, tummy, back, wherever he has access to his hands are gently massaging.

☆-hes so gentle when taking your clothes off ggrrr but once in a blue moon he doesn't give a fuck, he needs you naked right fucking now.

☆-You'll find his fingers in your hair quite often. Sometimes it's to pull your head back and add just a twinge of pain or other times it's just to ground himself and pull your head closer to kiss you deeper.

☆-his fingers are so long and feel perfect against or in your body. He'd use this kind of method where he sorts through your folds with his fingers by gently gliding his finger down the seam of your pussy.

☆-his fingers also hit very deep inside you to the point he has to curl his fingers so he doesn't hurt you <3

☆-hes not very into anal or anything but he would like to put a vibrator in one of the two holes and then fuck the other 😩🤌

Sound like::

☆-this man loves dirty talk so much that he is just rambling and rambling the entire time in between moans and cries. He'd say all kinds of kinky things you wouldn't imagine him to say but...he does have a freaky side.

☆-"I love it when you make that pretty face" "stick your tongue out," "awh is my baby crying?" "Shh, it's okay, you can cum soon,"

☆-He really likes hearing the sounds of your bodies colliding in anyway, the sound of your tongues dancing, the bed creaking, his hips slapping against your ass, his tongue sorting through your folds, and the sounds you make when you suck him off 😩

☆-sometimes he'll play music in the background to set the mood as well, something lofi and more relaxing than sexual unless, of course, it's one of those real freaky nights.

☆-wet noises <3 when he fingers your wet pussy so deep and he can hear your arousal sorting through his fingers.

☆-hearing your moans is his favorite thing ever, he does anything and everything to make you moan louder and higher pitched.

☆-as I mentioned earlier he is a deep and fast kinda guy so you best believe the bedframe is often begging for mercy 😁 (imagine the headboard hitting against the wall all night while the members are just trying to sleep)

☆-whispering dirty words to you <3

☆-he curses a lot during sex, though he kind of feels bad about it. He wants to keep it romantic and passionate but when your walls hug him so tightly and your nails are digging into his back he can't hold back.

☆-"Oh fuck baby," "shit I'm close!" "God damn baby, you suck me so fucking good,"

☆-I can see Jeongin making a mix of noises between grunts, moans, growls, and so on, you get the point. He's very vocal though, loud and passionate, he doesn't hold back a thing.

☆-he isn't too into daddy type tropes but he does love calling you all kinds of things that make you feel small, like babygirl, darling, princess, etc. However he is into calling you mommy 👀 but that's for the next part

☆-basically to sum up this section, sex with Jeongin is loud and he loves embracing that fact.

Look like::

☆-hear me out...sweaty sex. I feel like he'd sweat quite easily when pounding you, sweat building along his hairline and down that sharp ass jawline 😩

☆-Sometimes I feel like people forget how sexy his body is, his thin waist that perfectly tapers to his sturdy hips and thick thighs, like come on.

☆-Most of the time you'll see Jeongin on top of you in the dark. The only light source being the night sky as he looms over you, his broad chest covering your body as his knees trap you between him 🥴

☆-backshots...also cumming onto your tummy as well 🤌 he does really like creampies but he loves messy sex even more. Usually in one session he'll cum outside and inside of you at least once each. A good balance.

☆-he loves loves loves making you squirt. That sexy face you make every time, the way your body moves on its own, the way you moan, it's everything to him and best of all, the mess you make, all for him.

☆-this may sound weird but I can see him smiling a fair bit during sex. After very explosive orgasms or when it just feels so good he has to smile with a little chuckle.

☆-bro would love shower sex, I firmly believe this, so seeing him all wet is a common occurrence during sex. His hair clinging to his face as water drops down his face and chest before pressing you against the wall to fuck you all over again.

Taste like::

☆-this man eats pussy so good, have you seen his tongue work on stage? He knows how to make a woman cum 5 times over in one sitting.

☆-I can see him being really sloppy when he eats you out, his saliva dripping down on his chin and all over your pussy.

☆-oral for him can be whatever really. Sometimes it's slow an sensual or romantic and sometimes it's more...erotic

☆-he loves hearing the sounds of his cock wedging down your throat though 😩 and he likes when you let him cum on your face or make cum bubbles etc, be messy.

☆-eating you out from behind >>> he'd get you to go on all fours and he'd come up behind you to make out with your cunt.

☆-he loves spreading your folds, thighs, or ass when eating you out, he needs to get right up in there.

☆-he's the type of guy to not finger when he eats you out, he doesn't need his fingers to make you cum, only his sweet tongue and lips.

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Please please please bless me with more baby daddy Jason. I’m so obsessed with it 😭 just thought about if he caught you staring a little too long at him being a good father he would make fun of how sexy you find him and how you still want him

Oh, how this has lifted my mood after getting covid during the holiday season🙏I can totally see him getting cocky like that, too. Just imagine this man letting out a near-silent scoff as he catches your gaze wandering across his muscles as he picks up your daughter

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd Part 2

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who doesn't actually bother you too much after that night you spent together. To your surprise, he doesn't expect much of anything in return. That moment simply turned into an unacknowledged secret that only the two of you would ever know about.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who still tries to show up to every little preschool function or birthday party your daughter has, despite the unspoken tension between you two. Despite what that little voice in your mind was screaming to do, you actually started inviting him to those kind of things. Typically, he would've just shown up unannounced.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who starts acting like your boyfriend or husband at parent-teacher conferences. On the rare occasion that the both of you show up to discuss your daughter with her teachers, they assume that you're together as a couple. Jason, ever the sly bastard, doesn't correct them.

You don't, either.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who actually starts playing into the role as soon as your 'relationship' gets brought up in public. If you happen to be sitting close enough, he'll grab your hand and start tracing invisible circles onto the back of it with his thumb. If you're really close, Jason will absolutely go as far as to sling an arm around your shoulders.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who is the biggest topic around the other single mothers at your daughter's daycare or preschool. Almost every time he makes an appearance, somebody asks for his number or tries to make small talk. He giggles like an idiot every time you have to scold him for giving them all the rejection hotline number.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who, when he does get asked about relationships by other women at your daughter's childcare facilities, will say that you're together in a committed relationship with no hesitation. He isn't really sure why he does it, either. It only really came about after you two slept together a few months ago.

To be fair, you do call Jason your boyfriend when a creepy guy asks you out.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who starts hanging out with you casually when he gets the chance. You've ripped him a new one a few too many times when telling him to keep out of excessive danger. What better way to spend his off time now that he doesn't do huge missions than being with his two favorite girls?

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who somehow manages to blend right back into your life when he puts vigilante work to the side a little. He's there to pick up your daughter from day care or playdates when you need him to. He's cooking dinner for you and the little one on a rough day before you even have to ask.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who knows exactly how you feel about him. He sees the way your eyes linger as he stands in your kitchen cooking or how your gaze drifts to his biceps as he picks up your daughter to bring her to bed. "Eyes are up here, sweetness," is what he teases every time he catches your stares.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who is knocking on your door mere minutes after you've texted or called him having a breakdown when your daughter is at a sleepover. He doesn't even care what you're crying about, you're scooped up into his arms instantly. "Shhh... I have you," is one of the constant reassurances he mutters into your hair, "I'm right here. You're not alone."

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who has you practically sitting on his lap as he holds you, his calloused hands rubbing up and down your back in a soothing motion. You don't even remember when the slipped under the hem of your (his old) shirt to rub gently at your bare skin.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who listens to you talk, no matter how stupid or silly your problems seem whe compared to his own. He knows better than to give advice other than when you ask for it, so he simplu holds you and listens. "I know, I know..." Is all he coos into your slightly mussed hair as his hands rub and massage your skin.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who waits until you're done speaking to move or say anything. "Look, baby..." You hate how much you still love the petname, "I know it's tough. Trust me, I know." You hate how you love him. "But I'm here, alright? I... I'm sorry I have a tendency to walk out on both of you, but... I'm here now. I'm here as whatever you need me to be. If you need me to stay for you and her, I will. If you need me to leave, I'll go without another thought."

"If you want to forget about what happened the other night, then we'll both forget about it. If you don't want to..." You didn't let him finish, instead capturing his slightly parted lips with your own.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who only pulls away when you do, the pupils of his beautiful green eyes dilated as he looks down at you in his lap. His hands never cease their movement caressing the fat and muscles of your back as he lets out a soft huff of amusement. "You're absolutely crazy getting involved with me voluntarily, doll face." Even as he tries to play it off, you can hear the affection and fondness in his voice.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who takes his time with you instead of rutting into you like an uncaged animal. His hands are slow as they roam across your body, relearning every single one of your curves and crevices like it's the first time he's seen your naked body. Each motion is filled with such care and adoration that you question why you ever split up, even if just for a moment.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who takes every single ounce of your stress away without trying. It doesn't matter that he's only slept with you once or twice in the past couple of years, he's drawing out every single orgasm he can from your pretty little pussy.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who says the nastiest things when hooking up with you. He absolutely gets off on the thought of getting you pregnant again, but he knows better after thinking about the situation the two of you are in. "You're fucking milking me for all I've got, ma," he grunts out as he pounds you relentlessly from behind, his large hands almost dwarfing your hips as he holds them for leverage, "I'm gonna fill this pussy up all over again. You'd like that, huh? You want another little me running around this joint?"

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who, surprisingly, stays the morning after. It isn't picture perfect- nothing ever is- but it's still... Calm. Peaceful. Home. Like something you've never gotten with him before. The pair of you are still completely in the nude, your bodies tangled beneath the mess of sheets. But as your eyes flutter open with the first rays of morning light, the sight of Jason with small clumps of black and white hair stuck to his forehead from the previous night feels right.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who starts sticking around for a few days at a time after that. You're not sure just how it happened, but your daughter certainly loves it. She missed her daddy being around more often instead of being told that he was 'on a work trip' when it wasn't safe for Jason to see her.

BabyDaddy! Jason Todd who doesn't miss a beat when your sweet, innocent daughter asks if he's staying this time and if mommy will stay too. "Of course I am, baby girl," Jason, of course, makes direct eye contact with you as he says this before lifting the toddler into his lap. "Promise?" A smile. An actual, genuine smile that only she can get from him. "Promise."

How could you possibly say no to that?

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