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loveshotzz · 1 year ago

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We’re supposed to be eating breakfast

older!steve x fem!reader an AIRWIY oneshot

summary: You wake up after your first sleep over at Steve’s house feeling bold.

wc: 3.1k

warnings: 18+ older!steve, smut, p in v, cream pie, breeding kink, mentions of past drinking, reader is wearing Steve’s baseball jersey but it’s not really described how it fits on readers body, no real descriptions of readers body.

authors note: this took me over a month to write with everything going on in my personal life, so I’m excited to finally give it to you. thank you all for your patience and encouragement to keep coming back on here every day despite me not writing as much as I used to and to keep me opening my word docs. this one was spurred my @palmtreesx3 brilliant mind and an idea that’s haunted me day and night. This takes place in the All I Really Want Is You universe, but can be read as a stand alone. Just know you’re wearing Steve’s personalized cubs jersey. :)

The harsh sounds of the coffee grinder is what wakes you up, but the golden rays of morning sunshine that leaks through the cracks in the blinds is what gets your eyes to open. Slow soft blinks, with fluttering lashes and brain still fuzzy from the kind of sleep that makes you temporarily forget what year it is, you need a moment to recognize the unfamiliar, much nicer surroundings.

You were in Steve’s room.

A smile you can’t contain spreads wide across your face, butterfly wings tickling at your rib cage. Stretching your still sleeping limbs, your body melts into the soft cushions of his mattress. The feathers that fill his pillows contour to your head perfectly, and the memories of the ways he had you pressed into it resurface, skin igniting with the ghost of his hands on your curves. Biting your bottom lip, the kind of nerves that you haven’t had since the Fourth of July make themselves known again, having never spent a morning with him at his home.

Rolling over, your face hits the cotton of his pillowcase that you’re not surprised is cold. Shamelessly you inhale the cedar and spice that still lingers on it, and the faint ache between your thighs, along with the clinks of glass you hear from his sink, reminds you that he’s just down stairs. It takes a little bit of willpower to leave the cozy cocoon you’ve found yourself in but the need to see him over powers the comfort of his duvet that feels like just the right amount of weight against your body.

Shuffling out of the covers, your bare feet hit the cold hard wood of his floors, a shiver crawling up your spine that you tell yourself is from the chill of the winter air that seeps through his unsealed windows, definitely not your nerves catching a glimpse of your naked body in his dresser mirror. The same mirror you’d seen him in almost five months ago.

Padding across his bedroom you wonder if he can hear your steps as you search for any sign of your clothes that had been haphazardly thrown around after an old bottle of red wine. The clean white color of his jersey catches in your gaze, the blue bold lettering that spells out his last name has your thighs pressing at the memory of your second date as it sits folded on top of his dresser.

The thought of how good he looked with it stretched across his broad shoulders, and the top two buttons undone, teasing the chest hair that your nails dragged through last night makes your skin warm. The praises he whispered in hot merlot against your lips, your neck, and between your legs is what gives you the confidence you need to slip it on instead.

The stairs creak under each step, but the popping grease of the bacon that fills his house with the smell of maple lets you go undetected. Familiar voices of who you’re learning are sportscasters, spill out from the small speaker on his phone that you know is propped up on the little plastic holder he always sets it on when he charges it. He mumbles something in response to the commentary under his breath, and you hear the beeping of the oven telling him it’s finished preheating.

Your cheeks hurt from how high they push up when you realize Steve’s making you breakfast.

A little shy from his affections already, your fingers wrap around the wood frame of the entryway with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. With his back to you, it gives you a perfect view of the way his white cotton undershirt stretches tight over his shoulder blades that move with every flick of his wrist, forearms flexing as he whisks whatever is in the bowl in front of him. Black sweats sit low on his hips, giving you a glimpse of his boxer briefs underneath, the font across the top of his waist band says Burberry, making your palms sweat. A personal favorite pair.

He turns his head to look at a replay of a game he missed in favor of spending time with you on his phone screen, still completely unaware of your presence. The new angle reveals the silver glasses he wore a few weeks ago in his office, dark chestnut and peppered hair sticking out wild at the ends, a mess you know was made by your hands.

“Seriously? Keep him on the bench.” He grumbles, shaking his head before bringing his attention back to the bowl.

You watch him for a few seconds longer, but his butt jiggling with the force of his whisking makes a giggle slip past your lips blowing your cover. He jumps at the noise no matter how sweet it is, meeting your eyes from over his shoulder. Steve gives you a smile that you’re learning is only reserved for you and sometimes Eddie, punching the air out of your lungs. Watching the way it only continues to grow across his stubble covered face makes your heart swell even more.

It’s only when his gaze finally lands on the only thing you’re wearing that the gold shimmering inside his eyes darken, a starless night lingering where the bottom hem of his jersey sits at the very tops of your thighs.

“Jesus honey, look at you.” The metal whisk hits the glass of the bowl with a loud clink as he turns around to really drink you in, “good morning to me.”

“I hope this is okay,” your voice comes out smaller than intended, suddenly self conscious you might have overstepped despite the way he watches you take your first steps into the kitchen like he wants to eat you alive.

“Okay?” His huffs out a breath like he’s wrecked, long fingers coming up to scratch at his jaw, “I’m afraid you’re not allowed to wear anything else in my house ever again.”

You giggle again, and you swear you hear him groan because of it.

“I think we might be able to arrange something, a deal, an agreement of some sort.” you smirk, tapping your nails along the smooth black marble of his kitchen island, giving your hips a little extra sway with your slow steps.

Both his palms curve around the counter behind him as he leans back, chest puffing while he licks his full pink lips. They pull up into a lopsided grin, a hungry gaze roaming freely as you come to a stop right in front of him. His confidence only falters a little when he has to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, but the gesture only makes your heart swell especially when the tops of his ears redden.

You lean against the island with a smile that tells him you’re up to no good. Heat from the oven and the man across from you warms your legs against the chill that bounces off all the glass and stone in his kitchen. Electricity sparks in the space between your bodies making the tips of your fingers and toes buzz, your pulse jumping when he reaches a big hand out for you.

“Just a little bit too far for me still baby,” He wiggles his fingers at you making you smile shyly before you slip your hand into his palm, your eyes glaze over watching it disappear in his grasp.

His gentle tug makes you squeal, hitting his chest with a soft thump, he grins down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Wrapping an arm around you to keep you from leaving, he lets go of your hand to cup the side of your face. The pad of his thumb traces the length of your cheek bone, and he smells just his pillow. Your hands find themselves tangled into the cotton of his shirt, leaning deeper into his touch. It makes the playfulness that dances in the chestnut of his eyes turn soft with something lovesick.

“Good morning handsome,” you say in a content sigh, and the hand that's spread across your back starts to work a path up your spine pulling the fabric of his jersey with it.

“I could really get used to this you know,” He hums, dipping his head down so the tip of his nose runs up the length of yours, mint and coffee on his breath “waking up to you.”

Your stomach flips at his words, all the blood rushing to your cheeks when you feel the cool breeze hit where your underwear should be.

“Oh yeah? What about Bandit?” You tease leaning closer, letting your top lip catch his bottom one.

Steve snorts a little, reminded of his dog who he knows is soaking up the sun outside, and the palm on your back squeezes you even closer.

“Are you kidding me? We’re obsessed with you over here honey.” The whites of his teeth show a little before they nip at your pout. He takes advantage of the gasp he earns, closing the gap completely in the kind of kiss that doesn’t give you any time to catch your breath before he’s licking at your bottom lip.

Your fingers untangle themselves from his shirt, and find a new home to get lost in the locks at the nap of his neck. Tongues meet in the middle with eager enthusiasm, and your front teeth hit as you push up on your tippy toes on the search for more. A deep groan vibrates from his chest, and his palm starts working its way down the dip of your back. When he’s met with the bare swell of your ass as he reaches the bottom hem of his jersey, you feel him kick up in his sweatpants.

“Tough girl.” He says your nickname like he's scolding you, leaving open mouthed kisses up your jaw, nipping at your earlobe before whispering with the kind of gravel in his voice that makes the inside of your thighs sticky. “We’re supposed to be eating breakfast.”

You hardly register him turning the oven off beside you.

“Who says -“ your sentence is cut off by a gasp when two thick fingers trace up your slick lips with ease, the pads of them pressing down on your bundle of nerves just long enough to make you whine with shaky knees.

“Who says what huh?” He whispers against the sensitive spot behind your ear, rubbing small circles on your clit with pointed pressure, obsessed with the way your jaw goes slack, and your eyebrows pinch together because of it.

“Who says we can’t do both?” You manage to get out with fluttering lashes, as he spreads you apart.

“You’re right, I don’t think breakfast is gonna be sweet enough for me.” He tuts, letting his middle finger push just a knuckle into your already greedy walls, and the soft moan that he gets from you has him leaking in his sweats. “You gonna help me with that, honey?”

Too lost in his teasing all you manage is a nod and a breathy ‘mmhmm’ looking up at him with big glassy eyes. He lets his lips ghost over yours, with a smirk tugging at the corners of them before spinning you around. Your palms land back on the cool marble of the kitchen island while both his hands wrap themselves firmly around the soft dough of your hips keeping his Jersey rucked up with them. He pulls your ass flush with his hips, letting you feel the hard length of him that begs to be released from the fleece confines of his pants against the ache in your core.

“This is what you wanted when you came down here lookin’ like this huh?” He asks with a low voice, hooking his thumbs under the bottom of his jersey. Lifting it higher up your back, he grinds against you while his eyes drink in all the soft dips of all your curves.

“Maybe,” you giggle a little breathy looking back over your shoulder at him with half lidded eyes.

His smile steals all the warm light from the room as he looks down at you with a cocked brow.

“I was trying to wait till after breakfast, which was hard waking up to you naked in my bed.” He can’t stop his heavy gaze from wandering to his last name covering the top of your back, unlocking something primal and possessive inside of him that he thought he’d lost forever. He wants you to leave it on, he’ll get it dry cleaned. “But honey, I can’t keep my hands off of you lookin’ like this.”

His palm feels heavy as it slides over the curve of your ass, squeezing at the fat with strong fingers spreading you apart a little before shoving his sweatpants half way down his hairy thighs. With hot cheeks, you flutter around nothing when the thickness of his cock springs free, standing at attention just for you. Somersaults in your stomach as you watch his tight grip pump himself a few times. Your hips wiggle in anticipation, whining when he teases more, gliding his tip through your slick, a small moan spilling from between your lips when he catches your clit.

“Always so needy for me,” he groans with a hint of disbelief, “fuck, what’d I do to deserve you?”

Steve doesn’t waste anymore time, slowly pushing in and the feeling of your walls wrapping around him while your body tries to accommodate the stretch has him chanting your name under his breath. Half way in, he regrips your hips a little rougher than before. His cock twitches watching your back bow, making his last name shine against the light while your nails scratch at the cool marble when he bottoms out.

Legs shaking, still sensitive from the night before, his hold on you tightens. You keen at the feeling of his thumbs rubbing small circles into your soft skin giving you time to adjust. It doesn’t take long for the initial sting subside, giving you the strength to rock your hips a little, a breathy sigh escaping you when it feels good.

“Yeah?” He hums, meeting your hips with his own hitting that spot that makes your toes curl.

“Uh huh” You manage to utter as he pulls almost all the way out, a moan of his name long and drawn out bounces off the walls when he pushes back in letting you feel every inch.

“That’s my girl,” You can hear the smirk in his voice, and it makes you want to turn around and see it.

Your eyes meet from over your shoulder again as he starts to roll his hips, finding the perfect pace. The sound of skin slapping fills the quiet space between moans every time your ass jiggles from the force of it. That strand falls messily over his forehead when he looks down at you, brows pinching together and jaw going slack like seeing your face only intensified everything he was feeling. He holds your stare, and the snap of his hips starts to get rougher. Burying himself deep focusing on that spot, the one he’s only ever been able to find.

“Oh, oh- Steve. Right there -shit - oh my god.” Your head falls between your shoulders, when he starts to barely pull out anymore. The tip of him making your eyelashes flutter as he reaches the spot that had you screaming his name last night, over and over again.

His eyes wander the expanse of your back, keeping his pace while his hands slowly start to slide up your sides, pushing his jersey with it. He wants to see more of you, but his hips stutter hearing the noises he’s getting out of you with his last name plastered across your hunched shoulders.

“You look so good - shiiit, like this baby. My name on your back, letting me bend you over in my kitchen while I cook you breakfast.” He babbles as your walls start to flutter, already dangerously close to falling over the ledge, your body threatening to take him with you. “Wanna do this all the time, please, let me do this all the time, honey.”

“Whatever, whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want, I’m - oh fuck, I’m yours.” Your words break off in a moan when he starts to circle his hips at the same time you push yours back and he holds you there, repeating the motion.

“Yeah? You’re mine?” Steve grunts, cock twitching at the thought of filling you up, and for the first time in over a decade he feels the need to mark what’s his in the most primal way he knows. The thought of you round with his kid brings a new kind of intensity to the way he starts to fuck you, and he knows he’s not going to last much longer. “Tell me again.”

“Mmmhmm, always yours.” You whine, feeling yourself reaching the edge. Steve leans forward, somehow going deeper. Long thick fingers find their way between your thighs, where the two of you connect and he starts rubbing messy circles on your clit, pushing you off the cliff.

You flutter and squeeze around him hard enough to almost push him out, but he continues rutting his hips fighting against it, white spots explode behind your lids, his name falling out of your mouth broken in a gasp and a shudder.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s it.” He groans, watching the way your forehead hits the cold marble with another tremor that makes his cock twitch. “Gonna cum baby, let me cum inside, need it, please.”

He can make out the nod of your head, and with the little strength you have left, you push yourself further back encouraging him more. He knows you're on the pill, he’s seen you take it, but right now in the heat of it all, a small part of him hopes you missed a day. He blames the blue letters on his Jersey staring him right in the face, or the way you coat his cock with the remains of what he did to you every time you suck him right back in.

He pushes himself deep enough to make you fall forward a little, a low groan rumbling deep from his chest as he spills hot inside of you the rock of his hips slowing down as he falls apart. His forehead hits your back, with one last lazy thrust, and you can feel the heat of his breath as he pants to catch his breath. You wish the fabric of his jersey wasn’t so thick when he plants a kiss between your shoulder blades, before slowly pulling himself back up.

“Yeah, it’s official. This is absolutely the only thing you’re allowed to wear here.”

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snowy-vee · 10 months ago

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Calling my girlfriend ‘Wife’

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As always, the inside of the car was the background of your videos as you placed the phone in the holder making sure you both looked okay in the camera frame before pressing the red button. Ellie had zero idea what the video was about, you just told her that you were going to make a tiktok and she had to be in it.

“I’ve decided today I’m going to make a dessert for my wife” If she wasn’t paying that much attention, she did now after hearing how you address her “and I’m going to try-”

“Wait, what?” Her smile was from ear to ear and her eyes were glowing “What did you? For who?”

You looked at her “confused” trying to not smile at her cute face “For my wife”

“Who’s your wife?”

“Is it not you? You don’t wanna marry me?”

“I’m your wife?”

“Yeah” you nodded your head.

“Damm. Wait, me? I’m your wife?” She felt so happy that she thought she was hearing wrong, there was no way you just called her your wife, she couldn’t stop smiling even if she tried.

“Dude, okay, let me do my video!” you were laughing as you cut the video and continue it “Okay, so I-”

“You classify me as your wife?” you rolled your eyes biting your lip and muttering a ‘yeah, of course’ at her “I didn’t put a ring on it yet!”

“Are you going to?” you raised your eyebrow and she nodded energetically “Okay, then”

“I’m fucking with that energy! Let’s put it out in the universe” She was giggling as she clanged in your arm swaying it a little bit, making you also giggle with her “That’s been my dream, to marry you”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Let’s talk about some marriage plans!”

“Propose to me first!” The video ended showing you grabbing the phone and showing a close up of the happiest face you’ve seen Ellie make.

#ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie fanfic #ellie smut #poc reader #black reader #fem reader #x reader #female reader #snowy vee #tlou ellie #elliewilliams

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 5 months ago

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When I first saw a Miraculous Ladybug salt post it was the usual Lila takes away all of Marinette's friends Adrien does nothing Marinette becomes super successful Lila gets exposed blah blah blah

When I see posts like the ones you post where people give actual constructive criticism about the characters and not favor one character over the other has made me realize that these are fictional characters and its not their fault they are the way they are. Also they're 14 what kind of 14 year old makes good choice's? Especially when they have the fate of the world/universe on their shoulders

If anything the character I really blame is Master Fu. He was obviously meant to be some sort of mentor figure for them or at least Marinette's mentor. He was the one to tell and encourage Marinette to keep everything a secret from Adrien. Comparing him to other mentor like figures in the world of superheros he isn't really all that helpful.

Compared to DC Ladybug and Chat Noir do not have any adult superheros to help them. In DC younger superheros have entire superhero families to help them out and if not that than they have other adult superheros to help them or they have an actual team. We know that other miraculous holders exist and the order is back I have a vague idea as to why they can't help but I still find it weird as to why they are around if not to help. Like phones and the internet exist do they not?

Sorry for they rant, I want to know what your thoughts are on this?

Your rant was fine! I don't think that I've talked in depth about mentors as a concept and I should both because I love mentors and because Miraculous has completely failed to give us any good ones. This is a writing failure not because good mentors are required, but because the show chose to have mentors characters and then not use them.

Before I get into the topic at large, I want to start with a brief discussion of mentors in shows aimed at young children as Miraculous' intended audience is young children and that fact is worth keeping in mind when discussing what Miraculous did wrong and some of the ways that you can fix it.

Shows aimed at kids generally avoid adult characters in major roles for the very obvious reason that the intended audience is kids, so you want the kid and teen characters to be the stars. This doesn't mean that adults aren't allowed to save the day or have important roles. It just means that they should be used sparingly. This is why mentors are a great addition to kids shows. They allow adult characters to be deeply involved with the plot without anyone expecting them to intervene because that's not their role in the story. They're not here to be the hero. They're here to guide the hero.

One of the powerful things about this setup is that it allows the writers to give the real kids watching at home real advice about real life problems. For example, if Marinette comes to Fu to talk about feeling alone and overwhelmed, then he can give her real, practical advice that would apply to anyone who is feeling alone and overwhelmed, but no one expects him to directly intervene because he's supposed to say hidden.

A lot of these elements apply to mentors in media aimed at older audiences, the rules just apply for different reasons, so I'm going to stop reminding you that Miraculous is for elementary school kids and focus on the failed mentor issue as it would be an issue no matter what Miraculous' intended audience was.

When it comes to bad mentoring, a lot of people focus on Fu and I get why. At first glance, he's the classic wise old Asian man who is supposed to be there to guide the protagonist on her mystical journey (not getting into the racism issue here, just know that I'm aware of it and that Miraculous dropped the ball on this in a lot of ways even though they absolutely could have made it work.) But Fu isn't the main focus of my ire because, while the writers seemed to have designed him around the mystic Asian trope, they never actually wrote him like a mentor.

He doesn't train Marinette and Adrien in the ways of the miraculous. He just sneakily gives them their miraculous and then disappears from their lives for quite some time. So he's not around to get them properly started on their hero journey. That's strike one for the mentor role.

Strike two is the fact that we never actually see him mentoring Marinette. I don't think that she ever went to him for advice? If she did, then it wasn't a big element of their relationship. When I think of Marinette and Fu, I picture her going to him to grab a miraculous or two before booking it back to the ongoing fight and that's about it. The guardian training she supposedly had was all off screen, so we have no idea how close they were or what he even taught her outside of potion making. Even that wasn't really him teaching her something. It was them working together to figure out a puzzle because Fu never completed his own training, making it impossible for him to properly train a successor.

Strike three is the fact that - outside of the King Monkey incident - Fu never gets directly involved in helping team miraculous. He's never gives them feedback on fights or works with Ladybug and Chat Noir to strengthen their bond. He doesn't even help them track down the two missing miraculous or hand out the temporary miraculous on Marinette's behalf, a choice I still find super weird. "This fight is super hard and we need help, so I'm going to leave Chat Noir to fight alone while I go get said help!" is absolutely nonsense logic and one of the many examples of the writers desperately needing to let Marinette hand her responsibilities off. Why wasn't this Fu's job?

This brings us to fix one: if you want the guardian to be a mentor - which is a role they arguably should have - then the guardian needs to be actively involved in Marinette and Adrien's lives in an on screen way. For this to work in the context of Miraculous - a show that really wants to focus on the teen characters - then the guardian probably needs a teenage apprentice who isn't Marinette and that apprentice will be the one doing the mentoring.

My pick for this is Luka for two big reasons. The first one is that his calm personality is perfectly suited to a mentor. The second one is that it seems insane to me to have the snake be a temp holder. The snake should be watching every fight, but staying out of the actual fight so that they can use their power whenever it's needed. That's the perfect role for a mentor character to fill. Someone who is active in the plot, but only ever as a support because their power stops them from getting more involved.

Moving on to the bigger issue.

As I said up above, Fu doesn't actually get my ire. While I wanted him to be a mentor, he never once filled that role and he didn't really need to because the show already had mentor figures that it was actively using and using poorly. Those figures are the ancient magical creatures that follow our heroes around, dispensing terrible advice whenever they feel like it. That's right, as much as it pains me, Miraculous' biggest mentor failures are Tikki and Plagg.

The miraculous did not need to have magical creatures associated with them. They could have just been magical jewelry that Fu handed out and explained. Instead, the writers chose to give us the Kwamis and I don't disagree with that choice. I like the Kwmais! The problem is that they're used in the most lackluster, asinine ways you possibly could.

The Kwamis are not presented as oblivious to the world and unable to give advice. They give lots of advice! The problem is that advice tends to suck! I can think of many examples of times where the Kwamis made everything worse, but let's look at the one that grinds my gears the most: Plagg's actions in season four.

In Rocketear - the episode where Nino gives Adrien an incredibly inaccurate picture of why he knows Alya's secret identity - we get this:

Adrien: I still can't believe Ladybug entrusted Alya and Nino with those Miraculous. Plagg: Of course she did. She's the Guardian. Adrien: But they're a couple and they know each other's secret identities. Plagg: So...? Adrien: So, why does she make it a rule that we can't know each other's identities but it's okay for them? Plagg: She's the Guardian, the Grandmaster Cheese Ripener, and you and I are just cheese on the platter. She decides what's on the menu.

Hey, Plagg, maybe don't tell your clearly upset and vulnerable teenage holder to just suck it up and deal with it when he's feeling alone and betrayed? Maybe encourage him to talk to Ladybug about his feelings so that he can get the full story? Knowing that they learned their identities during the Scarlet Moth incident would probably do a lot to smooth over Adrien's hurt feelings.

What's even more rich is that the episode Kuro Neko lets Plagg go off on Marinette for not appreciating Chat Noir:

Ladybug: What's gotten into him? I didn't do anything. Plagg: Didn't do anything? Well yeah, you did! You've been neglecting a very classy piece of camemebert on your plate for too long! And as a result it got runny, and moldy! Ladybug: What? Cat Noir never gave me any camembert. Plagg: Of course not, Cat Noir is the camembert! For a while now, you've been neglecting this camembert— I mean Cat Noir, and going on adventures with the all other cheeses! Ladybug: But he should be happy about it, it gives him more time off. Plagg: Cat Noir doesn't wanna have time off, Ladybug! He is in love with you! And your persistent calling on all the other heroes has broken his heart.

Dude, if you saw all of this going on, then why didn't you say something??? You and Tikki are in the same location for multiple hours five days a week. Go tell her how your holder is feeling and figure out how to fix the situation! Or be an actual mentor and encourage Adrien to talk to someone about his feelings! At the very least, cut up a wheel of cheese, sit down, and listen to your kid so that he feels less alone!

Also what exactly do you want Ladybug to do to fix the problem you presented? Let Paris burn until Chat Noir decides to show up to today's fight? Refuse to use the temp heroes even if it means losing a fight? None of those are valid solutions when the problem presented in the episode is Chat Noir missing fights. Especially when we know that he's doing it on purpose. Why are you yelling at her instead of working with her to come up with an actual solution? You are such a terrible mentor...

To be clear, I don't think any of this is intentional. I don't think the writers want Plagg and Tikki to come across as actively hurting their teenage charges via bad advice. I think Plagg and Tikki are supposed to be seen as good and helpful, but they can't fill that role because they're tools of the narrative and the narrative has really wacky views on what good advice is. Thus nonsense like the example I discussed above or Plagg and Tikki picking new holders instead of guiding their holders through an identity reveal.

I personally adore letting Plagg and Tikki be good mentors in my own stuff. It falls under the same category as Alya and Nino being terrible friends on screen. I acknowledge the problem and then delight in fixing it by writing the exact opposite setup because what is fanfiction for if not heavy self indulgence?

#ml writing critical #ml writing salt #anon ask #Tikki deserves better #Plagg deserves better #I love writing Plagg #I know so much about cheese from figuring out how to dispense advice via cheese metaphors #It's great #mentor salt

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gloomlet · 2 years ago

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Gloomlet’s TS4 Script, Gameplay & Replacement Mods

So I decided to compile a list of all the script/gameplay mods that i use or have used in my game. This was mainly made for my personal use, but i’m sure it could be helpful to other people too!

UPDATE! PLEASE READ!! This list is no longer up to date - use the Google Doc! - 04/25/24

Basic & Recommended!

TS4 Mod Manager ui cheats extension mc command center Carl's Sims 4 Gameplay Overhaul Relationship & Pregnancy Overhaul Wonderful Whims The Mood Pack Mod First Impressions Contextual Social Interactions Simulation Lag Fix Teleport Any Sim Better Exceptions

CAS Mods

Stand still in CAS More Traits in CAS Tidy details in CAS More CAS columns Lifetime Aspirations Child Aspirations Set Housewife - Aspiration Unlimited Likes + Dislikes Preferences Plus Homebody - Preferences 100+ CAS Traits Resized Facial Piercings

Replacements & Retextures

Fan Art Maps Map Replacements Overhaul Clean UI Sims 1 & 2 Font LIS Fonts Fluffy Clouds (Ghibli Clouds) Feet replacement Hand replacement Bra + Panty Default Replacement better babies + bottle replacement Another baby bottle replacement Default Cutlery! Cute Kitchenware Replacement Boxing Gloves Aquarium Fish Recolor Ceiling replacement paint it up mod A brighter mop Selfie Override

Objects Phone Replacement Smaller dollhouses Switch Controller + console Game controller PS1 console pc game override Remote control sponge & spray override Another Sponge & Spray override

Electric Toothbrush Razor Bassinet override infant rug + infant tub child drawing replacement weather controller Cats & Dogs Fireplace Headphone/earbud override Old-fashioned Suitcase The slightly nicer Tree House Fireplace Lil Campers Light

Replaced + more Interactions Bed Cuddles Better Woohoo Reactions Realistic Reactions Brush Teeth From Toothbrush Holders Wake-up animation Greetings

Visuals & effects No overhead effects No zzz No object highlight no plumbob please Smaller Mosaic Minimalist CC Icon More Holiday icons

Gameplay!

Playable Pets Slower infant needs Expanded Mermaids Who's Knocking More Visitors No Bad Microwave Buffs Memory Panel Smarter Pie Menu: Searchable Smart Sim Randomizer Play Chess on any computer Strangerville Story toggle

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lay-z · 13 days ago

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☃️ Day 11 ‒ Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

A continuation to 🎅🏼 Day 3 – Altruism, which means it's set in the same universe!

Synopsis: On your way home for Christmas leave, you and Kyle get stuck in a heavy snowstorm. As the temperature keeps dropping, you suggest skin on skin contact to stay warm together.

Pairing: Kyle Gaz Garrick x fem!Reader

Warnings/Info: NSFW, 18+ | military!Reader; fluff; humour; domesticity; established relationship; dirty talk; unprotected sex; accidental creampie

Word count: 2.5k

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“Yes, sir, will do. Thank you.”

You’re only half-listening with one ear as Kyle speaks to the Captain on the phone, informing him of your… predicament and coming up with a rescue plan while you glance out of the windshield, watching the rapidly thickening blanket of snow starting to cover it up. It certainly won’t be long until Kyle’s sleek black Audi car will be hidden from view at the side of the road, the only thing visible being its bright hazard warning lights flashing rhythmically.

Kyle sighs deeply as he puts his phone back in its holder next to the steering wheel before he speaks.

“We’re stuck… for the next three hours at least,” he informs you and when you glance over at him, he looks apologetic, almost pitiful, like a kicked street puppy, “I’m sorry, baby,” He reaches over and rests his large, warm palm on your thigh, squeezing it gently, “I should’ve listened to you.”

Despite your initial annoyance at his stubbornness to take the risk and drive home for Christmas in a snowstorm, – a heavily announced one at that, – you cannot find it in you to be mad at your boyfriend, and your anger melts with ease like ice cones in the sun.

“It’s alright,” you reply, cupping your own hand over his, rubbing your soft thumb over his dry knuckles, “I know you just wanted us to be home for the holidays and make the most of our leave.”

Kyle’s lips purse as he exhales sharply through his nostrils, “It’s our first Christmas as a couple,” he mutters, “I just wanted to make it special for you.”

You can tell that he is angry and blaming himself for this, so you give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“It is special, though, innit?” You quip, making a vague gesture at the car cabin that you find yourself stuck in with him. For the next three hours. At least.

Kyle snorts, unamused, “Yeah, right.” He pulls his hand back, crosses his arms over his buff chest and leans back into the soft leather of the car seat with an annoyed huff. Not angry at you, but himself; hating the feeling of not being able to live up to his own expectations and standards he’s produced in his head on how to be a good boyfriend. How to be enough for you.

You can feel it, the way he’s starting to overthink, and you swiftly intervene.

“Aw, come on, Ky-Ky. We’ve been through so much worse.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and shift in the passenger seat to lean over the middle console, placing a chaste kiss to his clean-shaven cheek before you pull back and pick up your packed rucksack from the leg room. You unzip it swiftly once on your lap and briefly rummage through it as you hum approvingly.

“Good thing I packed some snacks and drinks for the drive,” you remark, holding up one of your favourite protein bars before dropping it into the chaos inside again. You flash a genuine smile at your boyfriend, “I think we’ll survive those couple of hours.”

“Yeah,” Kyle agrees, kissing his teeth in thought as he glances out of his window, “Price said he’ll send someone out for us once it’s cleared up. Said we should keep the heater on as long as we can and just risk the battery dying.”

But the wind is howling outside, the snowstorm getting meaner rather than ebbing down. Luckily, you two barely made it an hour away from base before you got caught up in the storm and forced to pull over.

“Oh, I’m positive we’re gonna make it, baby. I trust in our combined survival skills,” you mumble casually as you keep going through your stuff, “Remember when we nearly died of hypothermia in Al Mazrah?” You ask, perking up with a snort, “I mean... that would’ve been so embarrassing. Dying in the fucking desert like that.”

“Nah,” Kyle objects softly and the corner of his mouth lifts as he thinks back of that recon mission with you, “Drowning in the desert would be more embarrassing.”

You laugh at that, “Good point.” Kyle’s brows furrow as he glances over at you, watching as you keep going through your rucksack like some manic squirrel looking for nuts, she thought she had hidden in the foliage.

“What are you even looking for in there?”

“Condoms.” You answer is so swift and dry that Kyle cannot quite tell if you’re messing with him or not. “But it seems that I forgot to pack them.” And then you click your tongue with a small shrug, “Guess you gotta go raw and pull out this time.”

His jaw ticks and he squirms in his seat, his biceps flexes under his hoodie as he keeps his arms crossed and spreads his legs wider apart, something curious and warm already stirring in his lower gut, because you must only utter something vaguely dirty or sexual, and Kyle’s loins start buzzing eagerly. That’s how tightly you have him wrapped around your finger.

“What? Why?” He asks, laughing breathlessly.

"Never had car sex before," you mutter as you put your rucksack back between your feet before you start climbing through the space between the front seats to get into the back, already kicking off your boots as you go.

Kyle grumbles but follows you without hesitation, no more questions asked, as he struggles to wretch his bigger body between the seats, "Yeah, I better fuckin' hope ya haven't, princess."

You can't help yourself but laugh at his sudden display of jealousy, snickering softly as you scoot over and make space for him on the backseat. Lacking your feminine grace, he still manages to join you with some huffs and grunts.

It’s getting darker in the cabin as more snow starts piling up and covering the windows, the blowing winds now muffled in your forced shelter.

"Of course not, honey," you say, rubbing his chest affectionately as he pants slightly, looking dishevelled with his hoodie rucked up and his bomber jacket askew. His head turns to follow your movements as the warmth of your touch seeps through his clothes.

Then, he gets that look in his eyes. The one that disarms you, no matter the situation. It has you melting on the inside and always urges you to grab his face and kiss him senseless. Devotion. Love. Sincerity. All mirrored in his warm brown eyes, like freshly harvested honey dripping from a spoon. Sweet and precious, and only reserved for you to taste.

"I'm gonna keep you warm, baby," he says, his voice husky as he scoots closer, raising an arm to wrap around your shoulders, his other hand cupping your cheek as he leans in to kiss you audibly; plump lips smacking against yours two, three, four times until you giggle.

"You know I will, right? Always." He mutters against your lips, his thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek with a tenderness that leaves your chest aching and your pussy pulsating.

Warm as in safe.

When you became official on New Year's, almost exactly a year ago, Gaz became Kyle. Off duty, he is Kyle Garrick. Your sweet, doting, and yes, sometimes jealous, and overly protective boyfriend. The one who holds an umbrella over your head when it rains and adjusts the chair for you in a restaurant. On duty, the lines blur sometimes, and both of you must remind each other in turns that you're still teammates, that the job is a priority and that no, you cannot catch a grenade for each other if push comes to shove. Not if it compromises the mission and puts the rest of your team in danger. You’re both learning, though.

“Are you sure you wanna do it in here? Someone might catch us,” Kyle murmurs responsibly, but starts peppering kisses along your jawline, down your neck.

“Yes,“ you sigh softly, tilting your head to the side as he pulls the collar of your hoodie down, exposing more skin to his mouth, “Anyone who’s daft enough to take a walk right now and is able to peek through these windows, deserves a bloody show.”

Kyle is getting harder in his sweatpants the more you speak, the more he kisses you and you let him. He sucks your skin into his mouth and bites down lightly, growling playfully. The sound of your half-whine/half-giggle has his cock twitching, blood rushing south steadily.

He releases your skin with a wet pop, grazes his teeth over the darkening love bite, “Always driving me bloody fucking crazy.”

Your right hand reaches down between his strong legs, and you grasp him skilfully over his sweatpants, making him shudder as you give his rigid manhood a firm squeeze.

The windows have fogged up from the inside. The heater is now redundant as your bodies keep each other warm, skin on skin, no barrier in between. It’s getting hot, slick, and sticky.

Your lips are kiss-swollen, parted as breathy, hiccupped moans are torn from your throat while Kyle has worked you open with his long fingers, his mouth latched onto your left nipple; suckling, nibbling, flicking his tongue over your hardened bud.

After stripping down and draping a spare blanket, one you’d brought along as a matter of prudence, Kyle manhandled you onto your back on the, thankfully, spacious backseat. Now he’s keeping his hands braced next to your shoulders, his hips grinding languidly, dragging his thick cock through your wet, puffy folds with each roll.

“You’re so mean, Kyle,” you whine eventually, head tipping back with your eyes closed as you feel yourself getting impatient, “I want you inside.”

You like calling Kyle mean, because he is the least mean or selfish lover you’ve ever had. It’s the needy, breathy, and pathetic tone you say it in that has him crumble and fold at once.

He bites your nipple gently, making you shudder and gasp before he pulls back, gazing up at you with dark, half-lidded eyes, “Want?” He repeats mockingly, “Nah, baby, you know how to ask nicely. I taught you better than that.”

He reaches down between your bodies, grabs his thick shaft and nudges your silky folds apart with the weeping tip of his cock. Your thighs part wider and your lift your right leg to brace your foot on the driver's seat for purchase, keeping yourself open and presented nicely to him.

“Such a good girl for me, baby. Look at that pretty pussy,” Kyle mutters heatedly, teasing your swollen clit with his cockhead, “Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“F-Fuck... Fuck me, please, sir.” You’re practically trembling beneath him, bucking your hips to try and make him slip his tip in, and Kyle’s chest rumbles appreciatively as you call him ‘sir’ again. It happens rarely, you’re the same rank on duty, after all, but whenever it slips your lips when you’re alone, it boosts his ego and makes him preen internally.

His cock twitches, oozing more precum, and the tightness in his balls almost becomes unbearable.

“Fuck – ah – alright, y-yeah.”

Kyle shifts on top of you and you push your hips up for him, chest heaving with deep, slow breaths as you look at him through hooded eyes, and you exhale a breath of relief that ends in a breathy moan when his tip finally nudges past your dripping hole, fluttering around him eagerly as he pushes in slowly, making sure your wetness coats his shaft nicely with each push and pull until he can bottom out, heavy balls resting against your crack as his hips are flush with yours.

“Feels good?” Kyle grunts out and you nod slowly, “Very good... oh god, so fucking good.”

He pulls out up to his tip and slowly sinks back in again, stretching your quivering walls repeatedly. That familiar blissful warmth starts pooling in your lower stomach, licking at your spine and spreading through your limbs, up to your chest, flushing your cheeks as he starts thrusting more shallowly. Your thighs are sticky with your slick. The sound of your bodies connecting fills the car and rocks it gently when Kyle picks up the pace.

You wrap one arm around his shoulder loosely, your free hand reaching over to dig into the back of the passenger seat while you keep your foot braced against the driver’s seat, so you’re not pushed off the backseat.

Kyle leans in to capture your lips in a deep, sloppy kiss; tongue licking into your mouth, flicking and sucking on yours obscenely as his thrusts become more powerful; pubic bone nudging against your pulsating clit with each grind.

“...’m close, baby,” Kyle utters, his muscles bunch and flex as his handsome face contorts in pleasure, and his hot breath mingles with yours, saliva keeping your lips connected.

The hand wrapped around his shoulder sneaks down between your legs and you start rubbing your clit in tune with his thrusts, tendons straining in your neck as your head tilts back again, back arching. Your velvety walls squeeze around his cock, squeezing him mercilessly as you rub yourself to completion.

“Kyle– ngh, Kyle–” Your eyes squeeze shut as the tension keeps coiling, his large hand grabs a handful of your ass cheek, nails digging into your skin and groping you tightly as he snaps his hips harsher, knowing you need his full length massaging your sopping cunt to make you cum.

The pitch in your moans as you cum, the way you cry out his name in pleasure and your inner walls convulsing and rippling around his cock, is enough to have Kyle lose all restraint with you. He tries to pull out, he really does, but his body goes weak on him, knees giving out beneath him on the backseat as his vision goes white and his head buries into your shoulder while his throbbing cock spills inside you with several long pumps.

“Fuck... fuck... ‘m sorry, didn’t–didn’t mean to,” he groans against your skin, but his hips keep rutting into you lazily, relishing in each hitch of your breath and shudder of your body beneath him as his cock begins to soften inside you slowly. “I’m so sorry,”

Releasing your grip on the passenger seat and pulling your hand back from between your legs, you wrap both arms around his neck again, hugging him closer with a soft, contented smile.

“...’s alright, honey,” you mumble hoarsely, exhaling a soft sigh against his neck as you nuzzle him, “Just consider it a very risky Christmas present.”

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mysteria157 · 11 months ago

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Chapter 1

Word Count: ~ 2.3k

CW: Mentions of pregnancy, profanity

Summary: Your life comes to a startling halt when you realize the abrasive and dismissive man you shared a passionate but drunken night with is now the father of your child.

Notes: Hello! First chapter for you all. Let me know in the comments, chat or messages on what you think. A like or reblog is great too if that’s what you want. <3 I hope you enjoy reading!

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It Had To Be You Masterlist

How?

You had taken every precaution and painstakingly logged your cycle every single day. An IUD, sex during a low fertile week, and a condom to seal the deal.

And yet.

After five tests with the same result, you held onto the denial for as long as you could. The phone call from the gynecologist to confirm that yes you are pregnant, was enough to seal the earth shattering deal.

Pregnant.

This had to be a mistake. Even with your occasional trysts and short lived relationships, you didn’t have one slip up or scare. But a drunken night five weeks ago so blurry that you could barely remember seemed to have been the final straw in your streak of good luck.

The steering wheel suddenly felt incredibly hot as you gripped the leather tighter. You pressed your forehead to wheel, squeezing your eyes tight and forcing a slow breath from your lungs. The morning sun beaming into the car window was too bright, the air conditioning blowing through the vents too cold against your skin, your thoughts too incessant, too anxious, too loud.

It wasn’t that you were against having children. At twenty-nine years old, you were coasting steady in life. Magna Cum Laude in marketing from one of the best universities in Sendai, an internship that blossomed into a full-time job, and after years of overtime and grasping every opportunity you could, you’re now a Marketing Specialist of one of the best firms in the city. You had a sizeable income from years of working hard and saving, a small but cozy house that you fixed yourself, and the freedom to actually do the things you wanted.

But this was a big step. A step that you wanted to follow a certain way if you could help it. A serious relationship, marriage, and maybe a kid or two.

Now? When you were this close to a promotion, when your mother was finally showing a modicum of pride in you, and you had your vacation planned?

It was too much, everything was too much, too intense, too fucking loud.

The sharp vibration of your cellphone the cup holder jolted you from your thoughts and back into cold, hard reality. Work. You can deal with this later.

Omelia: I got the latte you wanted and its sitting neglected on your desk. Where are you.

You're being dramatic.

Omelia: I wont be dramatic when I say no the next time you ask me for coffee.

I just parked. I’ll be right up. Keep calm until I get there.

Omelia: 🙄

You shook out another breath, pushing away from the steering wheel and smoothing a hand down your white button up blouse.

“You can do this. It’s going to be just fine.”

By the time the elevator dinged on the thirtieth floor of the skyrise building in the middle of downtown Sendai, your nerves weren’t as frayed. The anxiety still buzzed against your skin as you walked past various cubicles, smiling kindly to your coworkers before hitting the stretch of office doors that led to your own. There were days when you wished you were in a cubicle again. It was easier to meet others and socialize, forming a small family of the same people year after year. But the more you volunteered to stay after hours to assist for projects and the more your boss recommended you for opportunities you had only dreamed of, the less you saw your coworkers. But you tried to stay engage as much as you could, eating lunch with them, going out for dinner and drinks.

But you guess that would have to change soon.

“I used my rage to reheat it for you.”

Omelia’s low and raspy voice was a welcome distraction to the current thoughts in your head as you closed the office door behind you. Perched in an office chair across from your desk, the usual silver-eyed glower from your best friend stared holes into your skin. Even petite in nature, she was the most intimidating but also the most beautiful person you had ever met. You couldn’t be envious of her. Since meeting her in second grade, she was often chased by boys. When they pulled her thick kinky hair as a means of flirting, she responded with a punch to the gut that always ended her in the office and her mother’s usual response was to take her out for ice cream instead because she shouldn’t be punished for stopping boys using violence as a means to show affection. But as you both got older, her violence morphed into carefully calculated sarcasm capable of cutting anyone down before they could do the same to her. But you were never afraid of her mean words, because when you’re the only two black females in your second grade class, you naturally gravitated to each other. And being able to gauge her emotions behind her words always helped you understand her more.

You reached for the cup and hesitated, the anxious thoughts of the effects of caffeine and fetal development flashing through your mind before you ultimately gave up.

Her eyes narrowed, silver orbs laser focused and analyzing body language as you sipped the latte, the usual caramel flavor hitting your tongue.

“Ah yes, I can still feel the rage. Thank you.”

“It’s rare when you’re late and you usually text me if you’re gonna be.”

You shrug, setting your Michael Khors purse on your desk before sagging into the ergonomic chair.

“Forgive me for my transgressions.” She rolled her eyes at your attempt of a joke, crossing elegant skirt clad legs before sighing slowly. “I know you hate mornings Ome, but this level of disappointment is rarely directed at me. What’s wrong?”

She didn’t speak for a moment, opening her mouth and closing repeatedly, full lipgloss covered lips puckering to form words before she shook out another disappointed sigh.

“I’m sorry. Just boyfriend troubles and I’m taking it out on everyone I see. I’m so close to just dumping the fucker.”

“Then do it?”

It was no lie that Ome had more than had it with her three year on again-off again relationship. Years of short lived jobs, lack of interest in her or her family, and the latest cheating stint, she was ready to call it quits. But why she hasn’t, you’ll never know.

Maybe she doesn’t want to be alone. Having stone walls around you for most of your life will do that you imagine.

You hesitated again before taking another sip.

How much caffeine is too much? 50 mg? 200?? Your stomach lurched painfully, the sharp pang of nausea making your mouth water. You’ve been drinking three cups of coffee every day for the past five weeks.

Oh God.

“Y/n.” Ome’s voice rang in you ear, cutting through the loud echo of thoughts. Her gaze was less harsh this time, concern softening her ethereal features. “You good?”

You smiled at her, pushing the coffee away.

“I’m good.”

***

It turns out that you in fact were not good. Because every little thing seemed to send your mind into a frenzy. You spaced out at every meeting as you thought about just all you needed to prepare for.

College fund. Daycare. Medical care. Baby clothes. Furniture (baby furniture?). Telling your fucking mother.

You couldn’t eat your salad because you were curled over your phone instead, googling every ingredient to make sure nothing was toxic.

You couldn’t look your coworkers in the eye because you could feel the waves of irrationality in your mind as you imagined their disgusted filled stares as they looked at your stomach.

No matter where you went or what you did, everything seemed to set your mind off.

How much do babies even cost?

The thought made you groan softly, your stomach taking what felt like the millionth backflip of the day.

“Are you alright?”

You blinked, face heating instantly in embarrassment as you looked up at your boss. Jin Itadori’s glasses sat perched on his nose as he looked at you curiously, dark brown eyes soft but filled with concern.

“I-I’m. Yes, I’m alright. Sorry it’s been a weird day. I meant no disrespect, Itadori-san.”

He chuckled in reply, hands folding on his desk as he smiled softly at you. Jin was probably the nicest boss ever. He was always soft smiles, an even softer voice, and a demeanor that made others relax instead of stiffening in his presence. But despite his demeanor, he had revamped the entire marketing department fresh out of college, brought in triple the revenue the company had ever seen, and usurped the previous boss’ position in less than three years to become Director of Marketing Operations for the Sendai branch. He was serious about his work and refused to let anyone walk over him or his colleagues. And he was one of the few people who didn’t judge you by how you looked and instead admired your work ethic, your personality, and your goals.

So to zone out in the middle of a one on one with him was completely out of character.

“You’re not disrespecting me. You’re always so formal, please relax. I can tell you have a lot on your mind. Do you need to take a few days off?”

You shook your head. “No sir. Or at least I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know.”

He pursed his lips before looking down at his planner. “Well, what I was saying is that our latest project will be our heaviest yet. It’s going to take a lot of work, a lot of attention to detail and therefore collaboration with others outside of our company. The branch in Tokyo that held the annual summit a few weeks ago has reached out and would like to be included.”

Ice cold water felt like it had been doused down your back, your nerves jolting in shock. Of all the branches, why Tokyo? Niigata’s branch was good. Albeit, not as big and popular and well known as Tokyo, but still good.

“We’ve projected about a year from start to finish. I wanted to visit Tokyo next week to begin initial talks, create a plan, statements of work, you know the whole spiel. I want you there.”

The anxiety washed away for just a second, your heart pumping at yet another opportunity to get your foot in the door.

“Of course. I would be honored to be apart of this sir.”

“Yaga was especially impressed with your work ethic last month and insists on your presence.” He smiled again at you, his kindness radiating off his skin and made your shoulders relax slightly. “You’re a great person on this team and I wouldn’t have anyone else. I’ll have details to you by end of day.”

***

Your happiness had slowly melted away by the time you made if back to your office and sagged into your chair.

It was a great opportunity. The assistant to the leader of a large multiple branch project? The best thing to come into your lap in a while.

You’ve worked so hard for this. Another step closer.

But the fear of your future, the anxiety of something you had no contingency plan for, the frustration and sadness of having to do this alone was just too palpable to ignore.

Meetings that you would have to reschedule because of OB appointments. Money that you would have to rearrange to plan for a life you didn’t intend to nourish this soon. Disappointment that you would have to swallow from Jin when you told him that you would have to take maternity leave and someone else would have to fill your place.

It was too much. You’re not ready. You’re not fucking ready.

The door to your office opened before you could have another thought.

“Oh my god, if he texts me again I’m going to fucking scream y/n—” Ome paused, her hand on the doorknob as she looked at you softly. “Why are you crying?”

You reached for your face quickly, fingers touching the wetness on your cheeks before you pulled them away to look at the tears on your fingertips. Ome closed the door softly and walked to you, her hand resting on the side of your neck.

“Tell me.”

You should have said something as soon as you walked in the office this morning. You could never go long without telling her your thoughts. But from the moment you hung up the phone with the gynecologist in your car until right now, you’ve been on auto pilot. So much turbulence, but on auto-pilot all the same.

Your vision blurred as you looked up at her, her face distorted through your tears.

“I’m pregnant.”

Finally saying it out loud seemed to be the final nail in the coffin as you hiccupped harshly and broke down in front of her. She knelt down immediately, pulling you into her embrace and pressing your face into her blouse as you sobbed loudly into the soft fabric.

Accidents happen and you can never truly be prepared for a pregnancy. You wouldn’t get rid of it. While you weren’t against that choice, the thought of doing so only made you feel worse. But you thought you would at least be with someone when the surprise came.

But that one drunken night five weeks ago changed everything. His glares during a night out with coworkers were dulled by the many shots of sake you took and started the course of a path you didn’t even want to imagine him being the catalyst of.

Because the first day you met him, he was quick to judge and cut you down with words that made you swear you would never foster a stupid work crush again.

Of all the men it could have been.

It had to be Nanami fucking Kento.

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mypimpademia · 1 year ago

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TW: Slightly suggestive

LATE NIGHT DRIVES WITH KATSUKI are the only therapy you’ll ever need. You always get stressed when you’re frantically texting him as you put on your shoes, getting ready to sneak out of your back door and sprint to his car. But the moment you pull open his car door, the smell of his citrus scented freshener flooding your senses, nothing else matters but the two of you.

You take his phone and put in the password, immediately going to put on your shared playlist as he pulls away from the curb in front of your house. The gas station is always your first stop, he fills up on gas while you take the cash out of the cup holder and go in to buy snacks. Two bags of Takis, two Arizonas, and a pack of gummy worms. It was such a regular thing that the clerk at the front always knows your total before ringing it up.

You’d drive aimlessly for hours, on highways, backroads, emptied main streets, ending up hours away from home without even realizing. The music bounced around, your tastes meshing together. From Ice Spice and Nicki Minaj to Deftones and Flyleaf, you either sang along or let the music do the talking for you.

These nights were your favorite. But your favorite part of the night was when you found somewhere to park. Somewhere that had a perfect view of the moon and cityscape, a cool breeze to cut through the warm summer air, and the smell a grass. Somewhere that had you turning down the radio and cracking open the windows to listen to bugs, animals, and the distant bustle of the city. Somewhere you could finally rip open your snacks and crack open your drinks, and talk for hours and hours about everything and nothing.

Somewhere you can talk about yourselves, talk about others, talk about each other, talk about love, talk about hate, talk about the world, talk about the universe.

Somewhere you can laugh, cry, fight, love, scream, whisper.

You’d always find sanctuary in his back seats, with the rows laid back and covered in layers of blankets that he always kept in his trunk for nights like this. Entertaining yourselves by using it as a change of scenery for your conversation, or watching movies, or playing games, or obscenities that you wouldn’t dare mention to anyone else that happened to sit back there.

Towards the end of it all, you’d be sitting in silence. Not on your phones, or watching the long forgotten movie, or playing video games. Sometimes, you were in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, but regardless of if you were clothed or not, the night always ended the same.

The sun would break through the dark sky, and you’d both scramble, shoving the sheets to the back and setting the back row of seats into place. He’d give you the last of his chips, or his gummy worms, or his Arizona, before starting the car up, determined to get you home before anyone woke up and noticed your absence. It worried you too, the first few times at least. But you trusted him then, and you trust him even more now. You’d never once been home too late, getting caught sneaking back in through the back door.

And Katsuki never once failed to say,

“Same time tomorrow night?”

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mattsfavbigtitties · 6 months ago

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Tiktoks/ Sturniolo Triplets (Reactions)

Warnings: Maybe slight subjective if u squint, fluff, mostly platonic, a bit of chris!centric, and sweet Lil Matt again🤪

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A/n: took a few days🤪 THANKS SO MUCH FOR 80 FOLOWERS CAUSE WTF THANKS MY BOOS😭💋

Summery: The 'kissing my best friend' trend, but with each triplet.(In different universes)

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NICK:

You're parked outside the triplets house waiting fro Nick. You put your phone in the small suction phone holder of your car's window. You start a video on tiktok. "Okay, so i’m picking up Nick to go to this dinner we reserved and when he gets in the car i’m gonna do the ‘kissing my best friend’ trend”

When he gets in the car he says “C’mon girl get going. We needa be there at six,” when you don’t move the car at all. He finally looks up from his phone and notices the phone recording. “Are you making a video right now? Seriously Y/n?” and gave you 'the' look.

“Uh, yeah. I need to tell you something real serious.” You ‘nervously’ place your hands on the center console between you two. Nick draws his face up in confusion and turns off his phone, shoving it in an empty cup holder.

“What is it..? It better not be a joke or something because we really are gonna be late, girl.” He holds up his hands in a defensive pose. You grab onto them and hold them gently in yours. “It’ll be real quick, I promise bae.”

He nods. “Okay, close your eyes.” You demand him. He screws in his lips and closes his eyes after saying “Alrighty.” You turn your face towards the camera with your mouth open in a surprised way then it quickly turns into a sly wide grin. You work quickly, sloshing your lips right on top of him, making him jump in surprise.

He opens his eyes, immediately moving his face away from yours. You lean back into your seat ‘nervously’ looking down and playing with your hands. “Woah, dude.” You can hear in Nick’s voice just how shocked he is.

Once you look up at his face after the thick silence between you two, you burst out laughing. You couldn't take his disgust, visibly uncomfortable face. “OH MY GOD, DUDE.” You cackle loudly and snort a little as you hit both your hands repeatedly against the steering wheel.

Nick just looks concerned for you at this point. “Girl, are you okay like for real?” He talks slowly like he’s speaking to a kid. You finally catch your breath and put a hand on your chest. “Yeah, oh my God that was great.” You reply, shaking your head. “Well, um like, what the fuck was that?” Nick sticks his left hand out in a ‘go on’ way making you get the hint.

“OH. Lmao, bae it’s what the camera was for. It was just a prank, don't worry. I don't like you like that.” You say patting his shoulder comfortingly. He lets out a huge sigh. “Oh my God, that’s great to hear, girl. I wouldn’t know WHAT to say if it was true.” He said with a violent(dramatic) shiver at the end of his sentence.

You grab the phone from the holder and go to end the video, but not without a, “Gosh, your face dude.”

MATT:

You set your phone on the counter left of the stove where Matt was currently mixing the pasta sauce. You smile sneakily into the camera walking behind Matt.

You had previously told him that you wanted to document this beautiful moment. So Matt thought you were filming a sweet tiktok about you guys cooking pasta together. You hug Matt from behind, giving the camera a wink real quick just so he doesn’t get suspicious.

“So guys, we’re making the best pasta ever tonight, can you believe?” You lean your forehead against his shoulder, sneaking your arms around his waist. “Um-actually, I am making it. All. So I don’t know what you're talking about, crackhead.” Matt sassily said back as he slapped your head playfully.

You just hummed in response and swayed you two side to side. You two stayed like that for a few minutes before he had to add the noodles to the sauce, leaving it to simmer in the pan. He turned around after and hugged you tightly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

You lifted your head from his body and glanced at the time left on the video. Seeing as it was nearly over with, you decided to make the move before you lost it. You used one of your hands to hold onto Matt’s cheek to bring his face closer.

You notice a small pick up in Matt’s breaths, smiling softly looking into his eyes. You decide to close your eyes so as to not see his facial reaction and just go for it before you back out.

You’ve had a crush on your best friends for about the whole time you’ve been friends for, which would be around five years to this day. Moving your face impossibly closer to his, you go ahead and slowly slot your lips with his plump ones.

After what felt like years you finally feel Matt kissing back and moving to hold a hand to your cheek. He comfortably rubs his thumb back and forth on your cheek while your lips are locked together.

When you guys pull away shortly after, he is so sweet. “What‘s that for?” He furrowed his eyebrows looking away from your eyes, seemingly nervous all of the sudden.

You admired the beauty and gently pushed his head back so your eyes lined up with each other. “Just cause you’re cute.” You replied with a sweet smile on your face.

And the video finally ran out of time cutting the camera off abruptly with Matt’s forming grin.

CHRIS:

You guys are just cuddling on his bed having a nice little hang out. It was all well until you came across a tiktok trend called ‘kissing my best friend’. Shocking Chris as you get up quick from the bed pulling his arm with you.

“Let’s do this tiktok trend I saw babe!” you tell him shaking his arm vigorously. Chris gives you freaked out eyes replying, “Well I might if you let go, you crazy!” You pout releasing his arm in your grip and Chris sigh heavily rubbing his arm in dramatics.

“Show me ma.” he gestures to your phone that’s currently resting hazardously on the floor from when you got up. “OH, yes!” you yell, grabbing the phone and begin explaining the plan.

“Okay so it’s this thing where you kiss your best friend and like see where it goes. BUT, I want to use that as an opportunity to tell everyone we’re dating.” you smile big at your idea you thought of in a short span of time.

Chris looks very thoughtful while looking at the ceiling scratching his head. “I guess if you’re ready babe. And only if you really wanna, okay?” he replies, sending you a small and sweet smile checking if you’re sure you’re ready. You show him an even brighter grin in return saying, “Of course baby. I wanna finally tell everyone you’re taken.” with a small giggle.

“Alright then crazy, what I gotta do?” Chris says, chuckling. “Okay! I’m gonna pretend to tell you how to do a dance thingy and then I'll just kiss you randomly and then we tell them.” you say excitingly, setting up your phone with the recording display on screen against his gaming desk.

Chris slaps your ass once you stand back beside him at a reasonable distance from the desk as the video timer counts down from three. “You ready ma?” he makes sure once more before and you hum a yes, excited for the outcome.

“Hey my besties, Chris kindly applied to be my helper today.” You gesture to the boy giving you crazy eyes with your hands. “Excuse me crazy lady, I think you meant ‘forced’ to help.” He sassed, pointing his finger in your face.

You smack his hand away with a stank face giving him a side eye. “Anyways, this hoe needs to get a grip and focus. So all I need you to do is follow the song and after everything I say you say, ‘yeah glo’, alright?” You grab his phone from on the bed and pull up a video of people doing it.

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Chris playfully rolls his eyes and watches the video you show him. “Okay, hoe! Let’s do this thang bae.” you yell, clapping your hands thrice and set up his phone on video with the song starting, while yours continues to record for the set time of ten minutes.

“Yeah glo!” Chris says loudly, bobbing his head back and forth to the beat with his arms crossed over his chest. “Stomp a lil’ pussy ho with some shell toes.” You try your best to not laugh or smile, trying to keep it serious.

“YEAH GLO!” Chris screams this time, shaking his head side to side with vigor like a rockstar while rocking his hips. You let go of holding in your laughs. “Slappin’ rap bitches and makin’ bail, ho!” you turn your body to face your boyfriends as your voice cracks in between words and makes Chris snort a laugh.

“Yeah glo!” You grab his face quickly and slot your lips onto his with a little force. He kisses back of course and grabs your hips to pull you in closer. You both kiss deeply with a bit of tongue for about a minute before pulling away with big smiles plastered on your faces.

You hug him around the shoulders starting in his lips while he keeps his hands resting on your hips giving the camera a dark, lustful gaze from his hooded eyes. He keeps a slight smirk on his face squeezing your hips to get you to hurry this up.

You hurry to face the camera, heading to pick up both phones and posting chris’ video with the caption ‘We’re dating hoes(insert emoji)’. You hold the phone to your face so it only shows your eyes and forehead.

“We’ve been dating for two months, besties. Heheheh!!” you tell the camera and cut the video, posting the outcome with a ‘Kissing my best friend trend’ taking up the top of the video and no caption needed.

You turn back around to run to Chris, but it seems he couldn’t wait any longer as he was right behind you. You giggled as he gripped your waist again, this time rougher than before, and smashed his lips right onto yours.

And soon your giggles became low moans in your boyfriend's room as he picked you up and tossed you on his bed.

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