#YOU CAN HAVE MY LEFT KIDNEY IF YOU SO WISH

[transient-winds]

This is a call to the void.

TO THE WINDBRE PEOPLE WHO DO THE REALLY COOL EDIT COLORING OF MANGA PANELS:

IM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES, I'M WISHING FOR THIS TO BE COLORED.

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This is MY blog and I’m sick of pretending I don’t have a big fat crush on this man

He’s actually SO yum, SO boyfriend material and so criminally underrated, neither god nor satan can stop me from thirsting over this man!!! So anyway I’ve dumped all my insanity under the cut

- HIS HAIR!!! It’s so fluffy and it has so much volume that I’m JEALOUS

- And it still looks good when he’s all sweaty post race and it’s all messy and he looks all disheveled and skrunkly

- I would sell my left kidney to have him put his head in my lap and let me play with his hair

- I WANT TO PULL IT

- listen if he was hovering over you or had his face between your legs you can’t convince me you wouldn’t want to be pulling on his luscious locks while he ruined you and that is that.

- And you could look into his big chocolatey eyes all the time, like can you imagine standing chest to chest with that man and looking up and seeing those big hypnotic eyes? I think I’d melt

- he would give the best puppy eyes ever if he wanted something from you, eyes all wide and needy, just to switch up and look at you all smug and smirking when you do exactly what he asked of you

- I just KNOW when that man makes out with you it’s FILTHY, please tell me other people have noticed his big pouty lips and how goddamn long his tounge is??? Otherwise I might just sound insane but IVE SEEN PICTURES OKAY

- ANYWAYS, I’m talking holding you close for dear life, him taking your face in his big hands, starting with small gentle pecks all over your face but quickly turning into the most disgusting make out ever, biting each other lips and sucking each others tounges, licking each others faces, him fucking up your neck so bad you’ll be in turtlenecks for the next three weeks and you nibbling on his jaw, all rational thinking out the window and no concept of time.

- piggybacking off that last thought, he just knows that his facial hair makes you feel some kind of way

- “hey babe do you think I should shave?”

- JUST to tease you and have you panic, to watch you try and come up with any serious good reason that he shouldn’t, whilst he really knows you’re only worried about the beard burn on your thighs being a thing of the past.

- A while back I saw someone on here call him beefy and I think that altered my brain chemistry

- because YES

- He IS beefy, he’s tall and broad and muscular, you just know that he’s strong enough to snap your neck if he wanted to but he hasn’t!!! And you’re still alive!!! So obviously he likes you!!!

- He’s so sporty too, out of formula one he’s definitely the sportiest of all the drivers, always skiing, or playing padel, doing all of his little side quests

- The videos that float around of him playing ice hockey????

- So hot I wish Canada was real

- He looks so confident and aggressive and in his element when he’s playing. I feel like creating an ice hockey x figure skater AU may be in order because the potential of that is endless

- I have so many thoughts about him in the big scary hockey outfit, stood next to his girl in her figure skating dress

- Now he KNEW, about the contrast between him and his girlfriend’s looks, size, aesthetic, or whatever you want to call it. But he’d never seen it displayed so clearly, him looking all big and burly and ready to play ice hockey versus his sweet little girl, looking all cute and delicate ready to figure skate? Definitely fucked with his head, also definitely turned him on, which you definitely noticed and definitely poked fun at him for, while secretly being just as turned on if not more.

- He’s definitely the possessive protective type, he insists he doesn’t get jealous but it’s only because he doesn’t let himself be put in that position

- Why should you go up to the bar alone? What if a guy tried to hit on his girl and he got jealous? He wouldn’t be having that, so he walks you up to the bar himself and cages you in, hands either side of you while you order, and while you’re looking in your bag for your purse to pay, he’s already swiped his card.

- Even if he was too tired or drunk to keep getting up with you he’s not letting his girl go on her own, he’d rather spend a small fortune on bottle service than send his girl to the cesspit that is the bar in a club

- I see him as the type to love a bit of cliché flirting too, weather it’s the first time you’ve met or you’ve been married for 10 years? That man is GOING to flirt with you, countless little compliments, always pulling out your chair or opening doors for you.

- DEFINITELY the type of guy to do the hand thing, because yeah he wants you too see how much bigger his hands are, but mainly he does it for selfish reasons, it sets alight something carnal and animalistic inside of him to see your feminine little hand against his, it just does something to him when he gets to watch the surprise on your face at how big his hands are (because let’s be fr that man has BEAR PAWS), him looking at you, watching your thought process

- which would probably be something like: aww this is so cute and cliche, okay let’s do it, woah, his hands are huge, or are mine just small?, no I think it’s definitely him, maybe it’s a mix of both, DAMN his hands are huge, damn, hmnnn, he could fit both of my wrists in one hand, 🤭, his fingers are so big…, they’d feel so good on my…, shit he’s watching me😧

- and even though you never said a word he read every thought you had from your face.

- I don’t know if anyone other than me finds this super sexy but he’s so quick witted, in challenge videos he just seems to think for a few seconds and then have some weird solution, or when people ask and uncomfortable hard to answer question, he just takes a second and then comes out with the perfect response, weather it’s a joke or a distraction or a tactful answer, he’s good at using his words

- He seems to like talking a lot too, don’t get me wrong in press conferences and most media things he’s a brick wall (understandably tbh) but in other situations when he’s comfortable and happy he seems to have a lot too say

- do you guys see what I’m getting at?

- he definitely talks you through it.

- I mean just think of him sat up on his knees between your spread legs, “you look so pretty right now, wish you could see what I’m seeing”, and then leaning over you to slap his tip on your clit, “you gonna take it for me like a good girl darling?”, then running it up and down your slit, spreading you’re wetness all over himself, “you’re fucking soaked already, I’m flattered baby”. Him just repeating “fuck fuck fuck” over and over like a mantra when he finally presses into you, “fuck you take me so well”

- idk i just can’t see him being quiet at all, if he’s not running his mouth then he’s groaning breathily right in your ear, enjoying how he can feel you clench around him every time he makes a particularly desperate noise.

- Also he has a praise kink I don’t make the rules, this could definitely make a cute fic actually, reader not knowing about him having an absolutely desperate need for her praise, and rather than just asking for it (because then in his mind it doesn’t count) , he goes above and beyond all the time in every aspect of life desperately chasing after slivers of praise from you to get his fix, and maybe as a prank or a joke or a TikTok trend one time you call him a good boy and he just goes absolutely feral and then you put the puzzle pieces together

-okay I’ll stfu now but before I go I have pictures that relate to this to share to really prove my point that I’ll leave at the bottom of this, (in order, beard, hands, eyes, sexy asf, why he pulling that face? ,And hair)

- anywho I’m so deeply sorry for bringing my depraved obsession to the internet, BUT if you fuck with it at all or wanna talk to me or add anything my ask box is OPEN and my anons are ON

- also I’m considering starting to write again so if you have any tips or inspiration I’m totally open to that even if it’s criticism or whatever

[liveontelevision]

I beg of u pls more slowburn luci... I'm starved... No one writes him as well as you💔 I'll give you my kidneys 💔

THIS ONES FOR YOU BB

Did it Hurt? Lucifer x Reader

enjoy some quick fluff >:)

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Lucifer always had a habit of losing his temper. It wasn't often, usually when a specific document was giving him a hard time or when he would return from any meeting that took place at Heaven's Embassy. Or, with the relocation of his quarters, whenever a certain radio demon would push his buttons just a bit too much. You've seen it enough times to know when to leave him be and when to step in, but you hated to admit how familiar you became with him in this state.

It was a lot of work keeping up with the hotel after its renovation, and Lucifer did everything in his power to keep the hotel running behind the scenes, so Charlie could focus on her new residents. Being his assistant for so many years, even following him to work at the hotel, you were absolutely delighted to see him so passionate to work, obviously motivated by his rekindled relationship with his daughter. But with the whole redemption premise, it meant a lot more contact with Heaven, and that drained his battery more than anything you've seen.

You hated to compare, but it almost reminded you of his depressive episodes after Lillith disappeared. He walked the halls in a daze, putting on the brightest smile only around the other hotel staff, but you knew him too well to be fooled by his lovely grin.

Throw some drinks into the mix? You'd witness a truly gruesome sight.

It was almost evening when Lucifer realized he actually had caught up to his work and had the chance to enjoy his night. His first thought, no matter how much he'd deny it, was to find you. It was always easier to enjoy his rest and relaxation when you were around. Something about you just left that affect on him. It'd drive him crazy if he thought about it too long.

You found yourself in the newly renovated lobby, still decorated with a bar that exentuated both Lucifer's and Alastor's aesethetic. It was one of the few things they had compromised on.

Lucifer insisted you stop work for the night, but you only agreed after thoroughly skimming over his documents to see if there was anything that would keep him up too long. After finally being swayed, you give him a quick pat on his arm and wished him a good night, assuming he would take the oppurtunity to sleep through his newfound free time.

With a satisifed sigh, you slammed your empty cup on the bar's counter, shouting for another. There was a loud roar of cheers coming from everyone around you as Husk refilled your glass. You lost count after the first hour or so, your head beginning to spin before you could consider the consequences. Soft Jazz music was playing from a small radio, hidden from view, and the entire hotel staff was bustling and chatting as if it wasn't nearly midnight on an average night in Hell.

You had heard something particularly ridiculous from Angel that sent you into a laughing fit. Nearly falling from your barstool, you felt a sturdy hand brace the small of your back. Startled by the sensation, you whip your head around a little too quickly, leaving you dizzy and blinking before focusing in on Alastor keeping you upright.

"Careful, my dear! I enjoy the festivities as much as the next depraved sinner, but we can't have the king's secretary hurting themselves now, can we?" His words seemed rude, but he managed to say them with a charm that prevented you from truly questioning it. It didn't stop you from mumbling under your breath, "i'm not his secretary.. asshole deer demon - " You managed to say it quiet enough that he didn't react, but you did catch his ear twitching and turning torwards you for a second. You quickly resumed some random conversation with Charlie or Vaggie, you couldn't remember its contents if you were asked about it today, but it was better than dealing with the repercussions of insulting the radio demon.

It went back to being chummy and pleasant for a moment before you saw Charlie peering past your shoulder, an excited gasp escaping her lips.

"Dad! Come drink with us!" Charlie leaned back from her barstool, Vaggie bracing her drunken sweetheart from falling flat on her face. You quickly turn, dizzying yourself again, before seeing Lucifer making a hasty decent down the stairs. His hair was freshly quaffed, and he wore a clean white dress shirt, that smelled of a sweet cologne when he walked past you. He had that twinkle in his eyes that would appear whenever he was in Charlie's presence. You loved seeing his eyes that way. They'd shine no matter how heavy the bags under them were.

"Of course, kiddo! Your old man's got the night off if you'd believe it! Pour me a.. uh... something strong!" He puffed his chest out proudly, happy to spend some much needed time around demons in a casual setting. He propped himself against the counter between you and Charlie. When you finally caught up to his words, your eyes widened slightly, giving him a gentle tap on his shoulder. Lucifer turned to look at you, and you caught him speechless for a moment. Your cheeks were red and hot, your eyes dazed and a bit watery from laughing too hard, but still reading concerned for some reason. He's seen you in loungewear before, but you were barely put together in this state. Your hair was sprawled across your shoulders, a few strands blocking your eyes. You wore sweatpants that loosely hung from your waist, revealing your middrift that was visible from underneath your cropped t-shirt that bagged off your shoulders. After snapping back to reality, Lucifer let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in.

"Yes, yes, dear, here I am. Hope you've been having fun - but not too much! Fun.. Aha... what-what is it, what do you need..?" He stumbled over his words, attempting to be charming but failing miserably. A staticky chuckle responded to his words before you could get out what you wanted to say. "Poetry, your highness. True poetry~" Lucifer hated to look away from you but did so anyway to send a red eyed glare to Alastor, who sat across the bar. He scoffed before scooping his freshly poured drink into his clawed hand and taking a quick swig, slamming it back down. He coughed for a moment, hitting his chest with a balled up fist before sending Husk a teary-eyed thumbs up. "Smooth.. Another..!" He squeaked out. You resorted to taking a soft grip on his forearm after he got too distracted to hear you out before.

"Sir, be careful! We both know you can't hold your liquor.. just - be careful." You spoke in a hushed tone, far closer to his ear than you intended to be, but personal space became foggy in your drunken state. He shivered, feeling your breath against the side of his face, then quickly turned his head up to hide the red creeping across his cheeks. Clearing his throat and picking up his refilled glass, he let out a pompous laugh.

"Thanks for worrying about me, but i'm fine! I'm the king of Hell! I can handle my.. whiskey?" He turned to Husk with a confused look on his face, only to get a confirmation on his drink. He sent a charasmatic smirk in your direction after getting a thumbs up from the bartender. You couldn't help but giggle, covering your mouth to not embarrass him or yourself. He always eased your nerves like this.

What a dork.

You smiled to yourself for a moment before feeling a hand brush the hair that laid across your eyeline out of the way and tucking it away behind your ear. You looked up, fluttering your eyelashes as your eyes focused in on the figure. You turned red seeing Alastor brushing his claws across your hair to keep it away from your face. Without proper judgement, you cringed at the suddenly intimate interaction and jolted away from his clawed hands.

"Now, now, I'm only trying to help! You look an absolute mess, darling." You shrunk at Alastor's words. He still spoke charmingly, but it was clear he had a few drinks as well. You let out a nervous chuckle, running your hands through your own hair and crossing your arms over your exposed middrift.

Lucifer's seen you stick up for yourself before. You were as passionate as he was in that sense. So seeing you almost curled up into a ball at Alastor's words, that were spoken closer to your face than he'd ever want to see, made him growl. "Keep your distant, buddy, maybe you should call it night. If you know what's good for you, that is." Lucifer's confidence only grew with the alcohol finally hitting him. He laid his arm across your shoulder, slightly leaning you away from the demon that towered over the two of you. Alastor found a weakspot and knew exactly what to do with it.

The chatting went on for another hour or two. After Lucifer was calmed down by Charlie and yourself, you all managed to have a decent time until demons started heading back to their rooms one by one. Lucifer was going on a rant about some bullshit documents that Heaven sent and how he'll have to set an appointment to go to the embassy soon, while you propped your head on your hand and only half listened. It wasn't because you were disinterested, you were just coming off your high. You still weren't sober enough to warn Lucifer that he probably had one drink too many, but that was a problem for later.

"Why not send your little servant to deal with Heaven, hmm? I've seem them dealing with plenty of your problems, i'm sure another burden won't hurt, wouldn't you agree?" A wave of radio static washed over your body as you felt large hands fully encase your shoulders. Alastor's claws were cold against your skin, your shoulders exposed by the drooping of the oversized shirt you wore. When he was drunk, his little quips seemed much more personal.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, carefully pulling your torso away from his grip." Ha ha ha. I'm fine, Alastor. I can handle myself, even against Heaven. If i have to, I could totally deal with an angel!" You bragged, maybe the confidence of alcohol made you respond, maybe something else.

"How about you? Think you can handle an angel, Al?" Lucifer added to your words, his arms across his chest. Alastor's eye twitched, his clawed fingers digging into his dress shirt where he was nearly killed this past extermination. The static in the air crackled louder for a moment, before Alastor spun you around to face him. His hands were planted firmly on either side of the chair, caging you in uncomfortably.

"Oh rest assured, sweetheart, I'm fully capable. If you ever need.. protection.. on one of your little errands, do let me know, hm? Maybe you'll need a gentleman to accompany - " He slowly moved in closer to you, until your could barely hold yourself up, your breath hitching as you lost the strength to handle his exessive teasing. Lucifer ripped on of Alastor's hands away, before pulling you from your seat and holding onto your arms to brace you from the quick movement.

"Back the fuck off, bitch." Lucifer's eyes were glowing a familiar red, his teeth snarling at Alastor, who was standing with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh dear, did I make a mistake? Is someone a bit protective? Best not lose this one, your higness!"

Damn, that's cruel, you thought, wincing at his words.

You hadn't even confessed any feelings, not that they were clear to you. You considered being in some sort of romantic relationship with Lucifer as your still not entirely sober mind wandered from the frightening moment.

Before you could realize, you were tossed to the side, stumbling onto the carpetted floor with a light thud. Your vision returned to see a fully demonized Lucifer, gripping Alastor's collar as he yelled out some profanities, puffs of flames leaving his mouth as he spoke. You were completely shocked to see how Alastor stood there with a grin on his face. Like he was enjoying it. You quickly stood to your feet, the adrenaline coursing through your veins being more than enojgh to sober you up.

"Sir! Stop!" You reached out and grabbed Lucifer's sleeve, only to be nudged off a bit forcefully. He definitely wasn't using his full strength to keep you away. This was one of the moments you would step out, Lucifer was always impossible to calm down in this state and the alcohol surely made it worse. He lifted his flame engulfed fist, ready to drive it directly into Alastor's shit eating grin.

"Lucifer!" You finally shouted. He paused, slowly releasing Alastor's shirt and stepping away. He scoffed and didn't even snap his fingers, yet a portal appeared behind him. You could see from the outside that it led to his office.

"You're not worth the trouble anyway, fucker." A final puff of fire left his lips as he stepped through his portal that instantly vanished. It left you alone with Alastor in the lobby, the collar of his shirt and a few of his hairs lightly cinched.

"What the fuck is your problem?? Stay away from me! And him? Leave him alone! Damnit, he doesn't deserve this..!" You huffed, making your way up the stairs. Alastor stood alone, his stature still unphased. His eyes shook and he finally let out a shakey breath once you were out of view.

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You recognized where to find him and quickly made your way up to his tower. Sure, it stung that he would just leave you after causing such a scene, but that still didn't stop you from worrying about him.

You opened the office door slowly, peaking in to see an empty office. You stepped in and scanned the area, no sign of the king of Hell. You noticed a soft flicker of light coming from the window and went towards that direction. The large windows of the office opened up, one in particular leading to a small balcony that displayed the Pride Ring as a bustling landscape of city lights.

You let out a soft breath, taking in the view before finally seeing Lucifer sitting on the railing, his hands holding him up. The flickering that led you towards him was the flame that sat at the crown of his head, his demon form still intact. You knew it took him awhile to calm down, but you rarely got the chance to see his powerful features this close. His tail was hung over the railing, swaying like how a cats' would. His wings were fully sprawled out, only moving with his breath and his horns, a vivid red at the tips, tore through his scalp, breaking up the purity of his white flesh. The flame that sat between them was much smaller than before and his eyes were still red, but you could see his yellow irises looking down at the city. His shirt had torn from the back, you assumed with how fast the situation at the bar escalated he didnt properly consider the physical damage he'd cause. In this vision of raw power, just the sight of the back of his neck and shoulder blades peaking from his torn shirt was what made your blush.

He turned his eyes towards you, then looked back to the city, adjusting his wings so you could have some space to stand near him. At least he was welcoming you in. You carefully stepped over the ledge, bracing yourself on the railing as you got a full view of the city. The wind left a much needed cool touch to your face, making you let out a soft sigh. You propped yourself up on your elbows, bending at the hips slightly.

"You know, considering how terrible the people are down there, the city really is beautiful. From a distance." You spoke softly, testing the waters; seeing if he simply needed a distraction from the outburst." Actually, it looks pretty similar to a city on Earth. Not as busy and a lot less bloodshed, but still similar. I've never been, but this is pretty close to the pictures i've seen." You described. Sometimes the mention of Earth was good for him to hear too, so you gave that a shot as well.

"They used to be white. Sometimes in the sunlight, you could even see some gold flecks in there." He finally spoke, his voice hoarse. He stretched out his wings slightly, motioning that those were what he was referring to. You twisted around to fully face his wing that had outstretched in your direction. "They were really beautiful."

"I'n sure they were, sir. Do you like flying? I saw you doing it when you were fighting Adam, you seemed really fast." You spoke softly, deciding not to argue the fact that they were still beautiful in this state. He didn't need to debate right now. "May I?" You let your hand hover just above his feathers, the wind occasionally blowing them into your touch. He nodded, even if he was exhuasted, he still seemed anxious at the idea. You carefully trailed your fingers in the direction of the feathers, now a blood red. They were still unbelievably soft and they essentailly leaned into your touch, as you traced the spine of each feather mindlessly.

Clearing his throat and letting himself calm down from the touch, he did his best to respond." I-I used to. In Eden, I would.. mm... I had to patrol and catalog Adam and - well... any progress or changes.." he stammered out his words, occasionally stopping to let out a quiet hum." I just don't see the point anymore. Plus, it's probably not the safest bet." He let his head fall back for a moment, his wings slowly but surely pulling you towards him.

"What about your tail? And.. your horns? Those only appeared after you.. erm... after you arrived in Hell, right?" You moved on to the lower wing that was closest to you. There were some loose feathers that were sticking in all sorts of direction, so you carefully wiggled those out and continued to comb through the large span of feathers, running your nails along the very top with slight pressure. "Hng.. right, yeah. Those are newer." Was the only response he managed to get out.

"The horns.. did it hurt?" You were almost scared to ask, the idea of horns sprouting through your head and breaking your skin on multiple occasions made you shiver.

You continued to groom his wings as he responded. "T-The first time, yeah. But now, not so much. Or maybe i'm just.. I'm just used to it.. Mmh!" He winced mid sentence, his wings curling in with a jolt. You felt his tail rope itself around your wrist and hold it in place. "Oookay! That was n-nice.. thank you, but- yeahh.. Ahha.. that's enough of that." He chuckled nervously, and you looked over at him after not doing so for awhile. His face was flushed red and his chest was heaving. You couldnt tell if he was hurting or.. "Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to.. Sorry..." you weren't exactly sure what you were apolgizing for, but considering the possiblities made you turn red.

"Nono, it's fine. It was nice, I promise." He managed to compose himself, but left his tail around your arm loosly. "But, uh, yeah! Yup! Horns are new, Tails' new. The fire's definitely an interesting choice, can't get rid of that even if i tried. And trust me, I tried." He went on, leaning back on the railing and letting his wings tuck in, but still left them in view. You let your head fall to your shoulder, cocking your eyebrow. "Get rid of it? Why? Doesn't it go away on its own?"

"After awhile yeah. But here I am, in a situation where I definitely don't need to use any of this shit - I-I don't know what it's for other than intimidation, but I still can't get it to go away on command. After all this time.. The vodka probably doesn't help either." He huffed, clearly frustrated at his physical appearance. You had taken to fiddling with the tip of his tail as he spoke. You did it much more softly, and it didn't seem as sensitive, so he didn't comment on it. But he still had a red hue across his cheeks and his tail twitched every now and then at certain touches.

You let out a quiet giggle, "It was Whiskey, but yeah i'm sure that didn't help either." You clarified in a teasing sense, then fell comfortably into a silence for a moment. You could just barely hear cars honking, gunshots and music when neither of you spoke.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, it definitely does the job. You left Alastor shaking in his boots back there." You said with a smile, turning your head to meet his eyes. They were still mostly red, but you could see them softening just at the sight of you.

"Good! He deserves it. Sweetheart, if that prick ever does anything - "

"Don't worry, he won't. You know he only picks on me to get under your skin." You walked your fingers up his arm before seeing his fist clench at the sensation.

"I-I suppose.. I- Uhm... What are you doing..?" He started to sound nervous, but didnt pull away from you. You stopped what you were doing, realizing one hand was sitting on his thigh and the other was making its way up his arm. You yelped and pulled your hands back, placing them on your cheeks just to gauge the heat immiting from your skin.

"I-I don't know! Sorry! M-maybe i'm still drunk..! Yeah, that has to be it.." you stammered, a blushing mess. The sound of his soft chuckle was quick to ease your nerves." Maybe.. it's curiousity... Do you- not to sound weird, say no if i'm wrong - but.. you can- ahh.. touch my horns, too.. if you want - " He wasn't trying to be crude, you could tell he really just wanted to calm you down. Or maybe he just wanted to be touched. You nod your head slowly, keeping your eyes locked on his.

He shifts his positioning to face you, and leans his head down a bit. Taking each of your hands into his own, which were a bit shaky , he pulls them up to meet his intimidatingly tall horns. You basically shut your eyes in anticipation, only opening them back up when you get a good feel. They were smooth, like the surface of a violin, but they felt heavy. You wondered if they felt heavy to him. You carefully menuvered your hands around the fire that was nearly the size of a matches flame at this point, sliding up to the tips. They were ridiculously sharp. It made you more anxious than anything else, they couldve pricked your finger if you werent being careful enough.

"Remind me to remind you how sharp these are. You'll poke someones eye out if you're not careful. Unless that's what you're aiming for, then go for it." You tried speaking to him as you did this to break the intimate silence of the moment.

He let out a nervous laugh. From his view, he could see most of your stomach, more visible than before due to your reach. You actually felt a particularly heavy breath reach your middrift, making you tense up for a moment. Still, lucifer was careful to keep still after the comment on his sharp horns.

You made your way down to where they met his temples, hesitating for a moment before feeling the skin that was stretched over the bone-like features. It felt like scarred flesh. Your felt your heart drop in your chest at the sensation. When he said it hurt the first time.. the horns must've physically ripped through his skin. Without thinking, your hands trailed down to cup his cheeks, making him lift up his head with a questionable expression." So? Did you get your fill?" He asked, a stupid smirk dancing across his face. You scoffed, taking the moment to look into his red eyes. They almost hid the tiredness of his usual colors.

You noticed his eyelids begin to droop and before you knew it, your lips had brushed together in a tender kiss. You pulled him in closer, your hands still planted on his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up to sit on the railings beside him, never breaking contact during the process. He was careful with you, even as you parted your lips to invite a heavier kiss, he held his shut. You pulled away for a moment, moving your hand to his lower lip and just lightly brushing your thumb across it. His breath became heavy at the delicate touch, his grip around your waist falling onto your hips. You left your thumb on his lip and took the opportunity to slide your tongue slowly into his mouth. He yelped, his eyes suddenly shot open at the boldness of your actions. His suddenly limp hands, almost clawing at your hips. His forked tongue eventually made his way into your mouth, still with caution. You felt the fork in his tongue and smiled into his lips, enjoying this new discovery a little too much. He melted into your touch and followed your movements, barely having the strength to keep his head up on his own. You reveled in the moment, before feeling a sharp prick on the tip of your tongue. You pulled away, giving you both a much needed break to breathe.

You run your tongue across the top of your mouth, the smallest taste of blood hitting you."Oh! Fangs!" You quickly exclaimed, the realization hitting you before you could form a real sentence. He stared at you almost dumbfounded, not sure how to respond.

Once you had both composed yourself enough, you noticed that all of his demonics features had retreated, leaving just his wings sprawled out. He let out a satsified hum as you looked into regularly colored yellow and red eyes. You ran your hair through his hair, that had become messy from the horns, and pulled him into another kiss. Lingering for just a moment, you pulled back and smiled, letting your eyes dart across all he features." You're beautiful, Lucifer~" you hummed, your thumb caressing his cheek. You almost couldn't tell, but he did his best to keep any tears from welling in his eyes.

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I wanna work on my multi-part series after all my exams as a heads to you lovely lil people

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Madrid girl | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x sainz!gf!reader

summary . . . Marc loves you, a.k.a his Madrid girl, very much, so why not brag about you to the entire world?

request . . . yes!! based on this request! (accidentaly deleted the new req so i had to use the old one)

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none! reader is youngest sainz and is 17!! ALSO convos between carlos, reader and marc (basically spanish speakers) will be in spanish but written in english bc i dont want to bother with wrong translation <3

faceclaim . . . various girls from pinterest!

alexavia yaps . . . pt 2 to barcelona boy ??? could be read as a standalone idk but yeah im grinding to get stuff out so yes!! its veryy short but i hope you gays like it!!!!! kinda shitty too sigh

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carlossainz55 why are you drinking wine??? youre 17??? underage??

yourusername we're in europe

carlossainz55 that's still underage

lando_norris she's drinking wine now???

marcbernal_ don't worry guys she didn't drink it i made sure she just took photos for the aesthetic

lando_norris thank you marc (carlossainz55 SEE? I TOLD YOU HE WAS THE ONE)

carlossainz55 yes thank you marc (I HAD THE RIGHT TO BE SUSPICIOUS ITS MY BABY SISTER)

yourusername you know we can see this?

marcbernal_ leave them alone, mi amor, they'll figure it out

username151 oh jolly this is so beautiful

username152 THE AESTHETIC ATE UPPPPPP

username153 marc and lando on holiday with the sainz family????

username154 thats adorable omgggg

username155 sigh im in love with them

username156 your honour i love them

marcbernal_ this is beautiful but not as beautiful as you

yourusername MI AMOR STOP THIS IS TOO SWEET

marcbernal_ YOU DESERVE WAY MORE THAN THIS MI CIELO

yourusername I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

marcbernal_ I LOVE YOU MORE

username157 why are they communacting in caps??

username158 i have no idea but let them be

username159 oh to be rich

username160 living vicarously through them

username161 sigh i wish i was y/n or even a sainz

username162 id LOVE to be her maid or sum

username163 Y/N GIVE US MARC CONTENT !!!!!!!!!

username164 REAL

username165 im STARVING for carlos pics

username166 to be hot and have a hot boyfriend is the LIFE

lando_norris i guess those pictures you nearly killed yourself to take were worth it after all

yourusername they always are you muppet

lando_norris OI dont go around stealing my phrase

yourusername how about no ❤

lando_norris ill tell marcbernal_ about tuesday night

yourusername WHYD YOU @ HIM

marcbernal_ what tuesday night??

yourusername YOU DONT NEED TO KNOW

lando_norris it was basically when y/n was SBFDSTGAYUIKOL:

carlossainz55 is lando okay??

lando_norris this is y/n i took his phone

marcbernal_ mi cielo please give him the back the phone and come here

yourusername coming!!

lando_norris haha

lando_norris sorry

username167 this is the meaning of chaos

username168 PURE HAVOC

username169 now i understand why carlos sainz sr never invited lando and y/n on the same vacation

username170 we NEED to know about tuesday night

username171 YES OMG

username172 id sell my left kidney to know

username173 THE AESHETIC. MOTHER Y/N ATEEE

lamineyamal these pictures are pretty

yourusername they always are

lamineyamal well

paucubarsi just admit the truth we both deny

lamineyamal they are always pretty

yourusername thank you pau <3

username174 on my fucking knees for her

marcbernal_ mi cielo do you know youre a very good photographer?

yourusername amorr thank youuuuu

marcbernal_ i love the photos you take of me

yourusername having a very beautiful and attractive subject helps

marcbernal_ says the most beautiful girl on this earth

username175 didnt expect y/n to be so cheesy

username176 id die and come back just to experience these photos

username177 our queen is gaining fame dni

username178 is it bad that im making heart eyes at her

username179 totally not, i too am making heart eyes at y/n sainz

username180 my beloved madrid girl and her barcelona boy

marcbernal_

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username181 HE CALLED HER HIS MADRID GIRL NOT A DRILL EVERYONE

username182 THE SNOW CAT STOPPPPPPP AND THE HEARTS???

username183 THIS IS ROMANTIC OMGGGG

username184 i can tell y/n took these pics or chose them bc marc will NEVER be this aesthetic

username185 if i was marc id die in fear of losing y/n

lamineyamal ahhh i see see

marcbernal_ what do you see

lamineyamal you two are official huh

marcbernal_ we've been official for like a year?

lamineyamal but not official enough to go on family holidays

paucubarsi lamine is correct

yourusername guys we dont wan tyou hear

lamineyamal is she okay?

marcbernal_ she mightve drunk some wine when i wasnt looking....

carlossainz55 MARC????

yourusername why are you lurking

carlossainz55 just want to see that there's nothing inappropriate going on

yourusername go make heart eyes at lando or something

carlossainz55 ????

lamineyamal i love watching y/n and carlos fight

paucubarsi me too

marcbernal_ just be glad youre not the reason theyre fighting

lando_norris i dont approve of this conversation

username186 not y/n leaving an imprint on marc's aesthetic im crying

username187 im crying the la masia kids and y/n get so along

username188 im so glad they do bc if they didnt i wouldve died

username187 real tho

username189 ate and left no crumbs

username190 no because whyd he lowkey eat

username191 frr

username192 Y/N LOOKS SO CUTE AWWWW

username193 THE SNOW HEARTS IM MELTING

username194 no one can make me feel this way than these two

username195 anyone who witness's this love irl is the luckiest person on earth

username196 id kill to be a wag AND be related to an f1 driver

username197 love how half of us forgot this was marc's acc bc of the y/n influence

username198 this screams old money oml

username199 sainz-bernal is such a fire last name tho??

username200 IKR?? like spanish royalty frr

username201 theyre kids will be lucky aslll

username202 face card NEVER declines

username203 licked the plate clean with this dump

username204 aesthetic jumpscare

yourusername marc this is so pretty

marcbernal_ youre so pretty

yourusername nuh uh you

marcbernal_ kiss me if im so pretty

yourusername come over here

marcbernal_ RUNNING

lando_norris uhm uhm

yourusername what do you want

lando_norris tuesday night

yourusername SHUT UP

marcbernal_ i still want to know what tuesday night is

yourusername you'll know when the time comes

marcbernal_ and that is??

yourusername when you kiss me

marcbernal_ SPRINTING

username205 WHAT. IS. TUESDAY. NIGHT

username206 i want to say that y/n confessed her love for marc but thats too romantic they wouldnt hide it

username207 im hungry for more content

username208 pls feed us more the children are hungry

username209 I SAW THEM AT THE RESTAURANT AND THEY WERE SO CUTE

username210 LUCKY OMG???

username209 THEYRE WERE SO ADORABLE

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username211 HES SO PRETTY

username212 love how she specified that he was her boyfriend in the caption

username213 why is he with someone else in every single pic LMFAO

username214 its like those dating profiles where they put a group pic so ydk which one is them

username213 YEAH LMAO HELP

lamineyamal i can never escape his face

yourusername too bad youll see his gorgeous face the whole time im alive

marcbernal_ youre the gorgeous one here

lamineyamal dont flirt in my replies

username215 i wish i was y/n

username216 bros living the irl 'lucky girl syndrome'

username217 idk which one this is taking about but it fits for both of them

username218 hermosooooooo

paucubarsi someone is looking handsome

marcbernal_ shut up

yourusername hes always handsome

marcbernal_ mi vida you flatter me too much

yourusername its not flattery if its true

lamineyamal dont flirt in pau's replies either

paucubarsi yes

username219 THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDING YOUR HAND

username220 alexa play that should be me

username221 fathered so hard he tore his ACL

carlossainz55 i didn't want to see my brother in law's face three times

yourusername deal with it

username222 BRITHER IN LAW?!??!?!?!?!

username223 BROTHER IN WHAT?????

username224 THEYRE ENGAGED ALREADY??????!

yourusername HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO SAY SISTERS BOYFRIEND SO HE JUST CALLS HIM BROTHER IN LAW ME AND MARC ARE NOT ENGAGED

yourusername i wish we were though

marcbernal_ soon mi cielo, soon

username225 we got a sainz-bernal engagement before gta 6

username226 not even confirmed yet

username227 i love tthem sm im gonna cry

username228 I WANNA BE YOURS - me to both of them

username229 i will gladly be their pet

username230 ill be the shoe shiner atp

marcbernal_ i love you mi cielo

yourusername i love you more mi amor

marcbernal_ forever?

yourusername always

fin.

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[chrissy-kaos]

**Health update**

So I never wanted to make another post like this but here I am.. I was hoping to just get better and never bring it up again.

To get those of you up to speed. I was diagnosed with CKD back in late 2021. I’ve been battling that for a while now. I’m actually doing really well in that regard. During a routine MRI in Nov 2023 for my kidneys we found what looked to be a hepatic steatosis and splenomegaly. It was later determined and I was diagnosed with hepatic tumors and splenomegaly. I also had a fairly large gallstone and what appeared to be a tumor/cyst on my gallbladder. We decided it was just better to remove my GB and the tumors all at the same time. So in January of this year I had laparoscopic cholecystectomy/tumor removal. That’s what the scars on my stomach are from. The tumors were tested and were benign. That was a huge relief. But it left my liver fairly damaged. I wasn’t to concerned about because your liver can and will heal itself. I recovered well and felt great.

Fast forward 9 months. I wasn’t feeling very well. So I made an appointment with my PCP and she wanted me to do a bloodwork panel. This is normal. We actually do blood once a month but really only check kidneys, thyroid, and hormones. So I did the panel and when the test results came in my Dr called me immediately. She ordered another AST/hepatic function panel for my liver, kidneys and pancreas.

After those test results came in she had me come to her office. I was met with her and a Hepatologist. They broke the news to me that unfortunately my liver not doing well according to the bloodwork. My pancreas/kidneys are actually pretty ok rn which is cool. But my total bilirubin is 1.4 mg/dl. At 1.5 mg/dl total bilirubin is where we really start looking at the possibility of Cirrhosis. If you don’t know what that is. Google it. Now I’m not saying I have this rn but it seems to be looking that way 🫤

They were telling me they could see my bilirubin trending up over the course of the past few months of bloodwork. Also previously being diagnosed with Splenomegaly which is a tell tale sign of Cirrhosis apparently. They’re pretty sure I have it or will have it. They want to run more tests and see how bad or good it is and we’ll go from there. It seems like they have a pretty good plan. Also for those of you that are going to say get a second opinion.. I got a second and a third. They said the same thing go figure..

So again I find myself going in and out of the hospital again. I don’t wish this life upon anyone. It’s not fun. Being chronically/terminally ill is no fucking joke. If it’s not one thing it’s another. It’s tiring and I’m soo tired. Honestly I can’t wait until it’s all over.. forever.

Anyway I figured I’d give you a bit of an update on my health and such. A lot of you ask in my DMs. It’s hard to answer everyone so a post like this gets it out there. But yea if you made it this far thank you and I love you 🫶🏻

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 36 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

You are getting the feeling that Mariko Kimura doesn’t really like you. 

And maybe it’s stupid, but you’re really not used to that.

Worse yet, this woman basically has a license to beat the hell out of you as The Personal Trainer–how else are you going to learn how to defend yourself in this vicious world? Strikes, blocks, throws, joint locks–she’s taking her job seriously, and after a week has gone by you’re not sure how much more you can actually handle. Maybe you’re a hiker girl, but it’s been a long time since you’ve done any athletic activity that demanded you give everything you have, take a breath, and then give fifty percent more. Your body hurts everywhere. Your torso is bruised in twenty places under your top, and you think she might have knocked one of your back teeth loose with a dirty punch.

You do not want to complain to John. You know he went through so much worse, and it would feel like tattling. So you take a moment to compose yourself on a bench before returning to your room, breathing deeply. That hurts too–jesus fuck, did she crack your ribs? 

What you really want to do is have a good little cry, but that’s completely off the table. 

Show no weakness. 

“Are you alright, my dear?”

Your eyes fly open to find Winston Scott, looking dapper as ever in a pinstripe suit, standing nearby. You hadn’t heard him approach. That’s probably not a good thing, even in this supposedly neutral environment. 

“I’m fine,” you say brightly with a smile you know looks more like a grimace. “Just…catching my breath.”

“May I?”

You scoot over on the antique wooden bench, very aware that you are sweaty as the proverbial whore in church, surprised this fastidious man would dare come within six feet of you at the moment. 

“I must admit I was surprised when I saw that Jonathan enrolled you with Miss Kimura. She is close friends with Akira Shimazu.” 

“I…don’t know what that means,” you admit. 

“Ah. Well, Jonathan should.”

You blow out a long breath through your teeth, bracing your kidneys. Maybe a shower and a dip in the cool waters of the pool downstairs would be nice. 

“I don’t want to get anyone into trouble,” you sigh. If John suspects Mariko is playing rougher than what is demanded for some personal reason that has nothing to do with you, that could breed a whole new problem. You have enough problems. 

“As you wish. I am not sure you know this about our Jonathan yet, but politics are not his strong suit. He is the best at what he does, but the more subtle machinations of our world still escape him.”

This doesn’t come as a total surprise to you, although if you let Winston in on some of the psychological games John played with you not so long ago, the old man’s hair might have stood on end.

Or, maybe not. 

“Are you telling me it’s my job to keep him from killing everyone when the Camorra finally show for this sitdown?” 

“Well. I’m sure you’ve heard tell of what happened with Santino d’Antonio.”

“Yes.” 

“Perhaps Jonathan is in a better state of mind these days thanks to you. But I also fear what our dear boy may do, to defend you.”

Hearing anyone call your fearsome assassin John dear boy brings a little smile to your lips. You are glad that someone seems to be in his corner. You’ve gotten the impression from hearing John talk that Winston is like a father figure to him. You’re relieved it goes both ways. 

“I will keep what you’re telling me in mind.” 

“That is all I ask,” he says with a nod, standing. “And perhaps, a little break from the Trainer would do you good.”

A small laugh escapes you–you know it sounds bitter. “You give very good advice, Mr. Scott.” 

“I know I do. If only the young people around me would deign to benefit from my wealth of experience.” This is his parting shot, and you watch as he makes his exit stage left, leisurely strolling back down the hall like a king in his castle. 

***

Lounging in a warm bubbly bath–with John Wick’s solid naked body behind you, maybe makes the beatings you’ve been taking worth it. 

Ok, it’s totally fucking worth it. Nothing hurts anymore…except for when his soapy hands gently massaging your sore muscles find a bruise. There are a lot of them. 

It also helps that a few minutes ago he ran those soapy hands all over your breasts and aching center, coaxing a soul-wrenching orgasm out of you, all while talking you through it with his low voice in your ear.

He never actually asked if you’re alright, and you take that as a compliment. Maybe it’s fucked up, but you’re kinda proud of your pain tolerance–and John’s quiet approval. 

That doesn’t mean you’re capable of keeping your mouth shut about something else that’s bothering you. 

“Who is Akira Shimazu?” you ask sleepily, your head lolled back on his broad shoulder. His hands pause tellingly upon you, before resuming their soothing circuit. 

“She’s the daughter of one of my oldest friends, Koji,” he finally answers, his tone deliberately neutral. “He…was killed by the High Table, when I went to his Continental in Osaka for shelter.” 

There is a lot to unpack in that sentence. You start with the part that alarms you the most. “Wait…the High Table are allowed to break the rules of the Continental?” If those fuckers were coming, supposedly to play mediator–what good would it do, if they were not bound to follow their own rules? 

“Not usually,” he assures you. “The Marquis who was hunting me was granted…privileges.” 

“Sounds like bullshit.” 

“It was bullshit.” 

You decide this is all the information you need to connect the dots. If you were Akira Shimazu, you would probably blame John Wick for your father’s death too. And if you were Akira’s friend, and had no recourse to hurt John Wick directly–beating up his girlfriend was pretty much the next best thing. Great. 

“Why are you asking me this?” 

“Oh…just a conversation I had with Winston today.” You turn in the bath, reaching for the soap to return the favor to John, only in part to distract him. He weighs you with those dark eyes, only half believing you, or at least, sensing there’s more than what you’re telling him. You sit up straddling his lap, running your hands over his chest. His eyes slide closed, quiet for some time as you touch him. His wounds from the home invasion have healed now, his stitches out just the other day. Now they are simply slick pink flesh under your fingertips–as though it had all just been a bad dream.

These moments seem even more precious between you, now. You want to hoard them like a dragon with its pile of gold, keep them forever shining in your memory. You know what you’ll draw in your sketch journal tonight. You’ve been trying to keep up with a drawing a day, a way to pass the time, though the past week you’ve been too tired in the evening.

“Is Mariko…associated with Akira?” 

Maybe Winston doesn’t give John enough credit. 

“I think they might be friends.”

He touches a bruise on your arm with a new understanding, his dark brows drawn in a frown.

Well shit. So much for being subtle. 

“Is she hurting you on purpose?” 

“She’s…not pulling any punches. That’s ok, John. I’ve learned more this past week than in the five years I did in Tae Kwon Do.” You realize that is absolutely true. 

John’s eyes narrow as he searches out your bruises with new eyes. “I’m sorry.” 

It’s interesting to you, how it was par for the course before, but with the new information that it might be personal, it’s suddenly not ok. 

“Don’t be.” 

“I didn’t think I would be a good hand to hand combat teacher for you.”

“Why not?” you ask, not accusing, just curious. 

“Because when I put my hands on you I just want to fuck you,” he admits bluntly, raising gooseflesh all across your body, your greedy cunt suddenly clenching in insistent reminder of her state of abject emptiness...drama queen.  

 “Even…if we were fighting?”

Considering his penchant for chasing, maybe you already know the answer to that. He blows through his nose, pulling you close with those mitts for hands on your hips so that you can feel he’s hard just with the thought of it. 

He ducks to graze his teeth upon the curve of your shoulder, and your state of relaxation is starting to fly out the window again. This man. 

“Especially if we were fighting,” he admits against your ear, his voice gravely with desire. “I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from taking you down. I’d fuck you right there on the mat, and you wouldn’t learn a thing except that you drive me wild.”

Your nipples tighten with the thought, your breath caught in your throat, and he lifts you easily in the water with that controlling grip on your hips, rubbing your now slick center against his throbbing cock. Tub sex can be tricky, but the bath water stands no chance against the suddenly raging state of your arousal. Without further ado he lifts you onto his cock, impaling you on his thick tip. The glorious glide and stretch of his girthy shaft inside you still takes your breath away, like you can feel him in your lungs, your fingers digging into his shoulders. 

“Fuck,” you squeak, winning a dark chuckle that scrambles your insides. 

“Yeah.”  

It’s the last intelligible word you manage, in the next few minutes, as he uses you just as he pleases, the water sloshing all around as he pistons inside you. It’s all you can do just to hold on, clenching tightly upon his insatiable erection the way you know makes him lose it. 

“Touch yourself for me,” he invites, though you know he’s close. You’ve reached that point in your physical relationship when you know each other’s bodies so well, your rhythms and sounds, down to the very tone of a gasp or the desperation of a thrust. 

“I don’t think I can cum again,” you admit, though you’re thoroughly enjoying him inside you. 

You really didn’t mean it as a challenge, but when he smirks at you with that certain sparkle in his anthracite eyes you just know you’re in for it. 

“Yes you can,” he insists, slowing his pace inside you, arching you back in his arms so that he can flick one of your nipples with his devilishly clever tongue. Oh. Well that’s not fair at all. You reach down to rub your clit while he fills you like this, delaying his pleasure to hit that perfect spot just past your entrance that makes you forget anything else exists in the world but you and him and the promise of a soul-snatching orgasm on the horizon.

“Give it up for me, my pretty girl,” he coaxes with his lips against your skin, and you know the snake must have sounded like that when he spoke to Eve. Tempting and forbidden and yet oh so reasonable. You’ve asked a lot from your body in the past few days. Maybe this is how you die–and what a way to go. That wonderful tingling pressure fills your hips and you moan, forgetting, again, that the other assassins down the hall probably do not want to hear more evidence that John Wick never misses. 

There are stars in your eyes and a ringing in your ears as this shining, bone-shattering release takes you. You are a ragdoll in his arms as he fills you to the hilt and bathes your cervix with the hot rush of his cum. It’s all the two of you can do, not to sink into the water and drown. With a shaky sigh you kiss his lips before melting against him, re-learning how to breathe with his arms wrapped around you, your head on his shoulder. 

He strokes your hair, whispering endearments so low you can’t really make them out, but the tone is so soothing you drift asleep for a few minutes. You only wake when he freshens the bath with more hot water, before drifting off again. 

***

Much later, when both of your faculties have returned, and your fingers have turned to prunes, he tells you, “I think we’ll give you a break. We’ll start weapons training tomorrow. That, I will handle myself.” 

This is news to you. “Here? In the hotel?”

“There’s an armory, a range, even a course.” 

“In this hotel?” 

He chuckles a little at your disbelief. “Yeah.” 

The New York Continental: anything and everything a killer could need…

And here you are, trapped amongst them with the man you love. You know this is technically John’s world, but a part of you just can’t shake the feeling that he doesn’t belong here. That he shouldn’t have to be back here–it’s not fair. 

You sit up in the water, reaching for a little yellow rubber duck on the side of the tub, not meeting John’s eyes. You’re not sure where it came from; there must be some inside joke you’re not privy to…but it’s cute. 

You do feel some relief, knowing you’re not going to get beat up again tomorrow, though going through tactical firearms drills makes you more than a little nervous. You’re sure it will be different from plinking in the backyard on a Sunday with your dad and his drinking buddies. Ah, alcohol and guns–a time honored American classic.

“I feel like I’m walking out of here with my Certificate in Baddass Assassin Studies,” you say with a nervous little laugh. “What else is there? Are you going to teach me how to pinball flip someone with a muscle car? Maybe how to ride a motorcycle while swinging a katana?”

His lips twist in a smirk. “If you want, when we go home.” 

You find the thought buoys you with hope. “Will we ever get to go home?”

“Unless you really want to move to Argentina,” he needles you.

“Argentina does sound pretty bitchin’...” you tease him. 

He narrows his eyes at you; after all this time, it still gives you a thrill. “Are you sure your fascination with Argentina doesn’t stem from the good looking men who seem to live there?”

You make a raspberry at the thought. He still remembers Javi, it seems. You do too, of course, but all that feels like a distant dream in your memory. “Darling, I have all the Tall, Dark, and Handsome I can handle right here.” You place the rubber ducky on top of his head as though bestowing a crown, and he rolls his eyes before snatching you to him, water splashing all across the floor again. 

“Who’s going–to clean–that up?” you tease between kisses and giggling, suddenly drunk on his arms around you, his strong hand running down your side to squeeze your behind before long fingers quest further towards your aching center. 

“Baby, that is the least of your worries right now.”    

“I can’t!” you whine in protest as he palms your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You absolutely give yourself away with your joyful laughter that turns into a moan.

“We’ll see, cheeky girl.”  

This insatiable man really might prove the death of you. 

----

Pretty sure the rubber ducky is all on @sweetwolfcupcake …😂😘😘😘

[pedrospatch]

update 🥹

i’m still catching up on notifs and replying to messages, but i am popping in for a little update. but before that:

i don’t think words can express how grateful i am for y’all and i wanted to say thank you, thank you, thank you for everything ❤️ i wish there was more i could do than just say thank you and show my gratitude. like if i could bake muffins and hand deliver them to everyone who sent love for me and my lil lady, i would. 🥺

i’m at work but the vet called me and said cleo’s kidney values have improved significantly. since she’s older, they are still considered abnormal, but he thinks we could possibly see them back in the normal range soon. he thinks there’s a teeny chance i could take her home tonight but most likely it’ll still be tomorrow. seems like she’s still got a few more years left in her to let me annoy her with my love.

thank y’all so so fucking much ❤️

[vampirebloodie]

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x reader?

Reader gave Adam a bunch of hickies while he was asleep in his dark room/photography room. Adam ends up waking up getting kidnapped & then wakes up in the bathroom with Dr. Gordon. Adam is worried about scars/stollen kidneys that would be later sold on EBay. Dr. Gordon ends up stating that he sees no scars, but definitely sees lots of hickies. Adam is gets shy & embarrassed.

Hi anon, thanks for your suggestion, hope you like 💖

Sweet Mouth | Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Reader

Warnings: fluff (?), mentions of bathroom trap

You waited for Adam for a long time lying in the bed you shared with him every night, or that you used to share, since he was so busy with work to pay the bills that he barely had time to spend with you. You missed him so much, but you understood his needs.

Tired of waiting, you got up from your bed and walked in calm steps to Adam's photography room, where you found him sleeping under a pile of printed photos, you got close to him and looked at the photos, in all of them there was a blond man who always seemed to be distracted. You ignored him and got close to Adam, trying to wake him up, without success, he was spending so many nights without sleeping properly that when sleep finally reached him he spent more hours than usual sleeping.

“Hey babe. You need to sleep in our bed...”

You spoke, trying to wake him up, but he just blinked a few times and closed his eyes again, you noticed his uncovered neck, the marks you had left were almost gone, as were the ones he had left on your neck. You brought your mouth closer to his skin and left light kisses and bites, Adam let out a few low sighs, seeing the marks of your lips began to come to life on his pale neck, you stopped.

“Why are you doing this?”

He asked confused and sleeped, you laughed.

“I love you, and this how i show my love for you.”

You kissed his lips and he smiled.

“Oh yeah, i know. Let me show my love for you too.”

He pushed you by your waist and started to kissed your neck, you laughed together until he decided that your neck was marked enough and then he stopped.

“I love you too. Go to bed, sweetheart, i will go in few minutes, i just need to finished that, don't worry.”

“I will wait for you another day, i feel tired. Have a good night.”

“You too, babe.”

He wished and you went back to the room, he would wake up with some pain in his neck, but it would be solely his fault that he hadn't come to bed with you. Anyway, he always appeared next to you the next day, you just didn't feel it due to the extremely heavy sleep you had.

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“Hey, wake up! Hey!!!”

Adam heard someone calling him, his neck was hurting and he couldn't see anything, he also didn't recognize the place where he was, it was damp and had a horrible smell. A light was turned on, making his eyes burn and he soon realized where he was, it was an old, dirty and smelly bathroom, his foot was tied to a chain, attached to an old and rusty pipe.

In front of him was another man on a chain, who he quickly recognized as the doctor he had been paid to take some photos of recently, Dr. Lawrence Gordon, who was looking at him suspiciously.

“What’s your name?”

Lawrence asked and Adam rolled his eyes.

“My name is Very Fucking Confused; what’s your name?”

“Lawrence. What's the last thing you remember?”

“Nothing important! I slept in my shithole room apartment, while my girlfriend was sleeping in our bed, and i woke up in an actual shithole. Wait wait... Do you see any scars?”

“What? Scars?”

Gordon asked confused.

“Huh? This is what they do man! They kidnap and drug you, before you know it you're lying in a bathtub and your kidneys are on eBay!”

“No one has taken your kidneys.”

“How can you tell from way over there?”

“Because you'd need to be in terrible agony or you'd be dead by now, trust me.”

“What are you? A surgeon?”

“Yeah. Someone didn't take your kidneys, but almost token your neck.”

The doctor said and Adam looked at him with a weird look.

"What do you mean?"

He started to touch his neck, worried.

“Not in the literal way. But you have a lot of red and purple marks on your neck, kisses and bite marks. Your night was great before you woke up here.”

“Hickies?”

“A lot of them. You got attacked.”

He said in a funny way and Adam started to get red and look at other places in the bathroom, not in Lawrence's face, he was feeling so embarrassed, he and you liked to give hickies on each other necks, but he always hid from others people, unfortunately he couldn't hide this time

“Don’t be embarassed. I think every teenager do that.”

Lawrence tried to confort him.

“Well i'm not a teenager, and i don't know where is my girlfriend.”

“If this conforts you, i don't know where is my wife too.”

“I think if you had hickies on your neck i would be more contorted than in that situation.”

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[ivonhart]

love and war | wrecker x fem twi’lek!reader

— chapter one

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summary: The love you shared was one of wide smiles and flushed cheeks. The love that made your heart grow twofold to the point it ached. The love that made one believe in soulmates. But with this love came war. War to survive in such a harsh world. War to ensure that the light of love would not be snuffed out by the growing darkness throughout the galaxy. War to simply…find peace.

a/n: !! chapter warnings !! brief mention of Twi'lek enslavement and scars from slave whips - really nothing major / Summaries are so hard I'm so sorry. Straight up pulled that outta my butt while I listened to Flawed Mangoes. But anyway, I just love love and I love Wrecker so much so here we are! Also, I took some creative libarties and made our Twi'lek reader's lekkus to be considerable longer than presented in the shows/movies because I said so. If that nasty ass Bib Fortuna can have them so can my girl!! Also also, apparently the head-tails that Twi'leks have are kinda like living parts or something. Like I read that they can pick things up and move to communicate like sign language. So that's pretty cool. As well as a backstory behind Wrecker's blind eye and scars, plus a little headcanon about slight hearing loss on his part.

“Oh, I’m so excited to see what Phee has brought back!” Lyana said with bright eyes as the three of you made your way to the top of the island. You eyed her father with a small smile before responding. “As am I.” A thoughtful hum passed by your lips as you pulled one of your lekkus over your shoulder, messing with the flower vines you decorated your head-tails with. “I wonder if she picked up any new seeds for me? The gardens could use some new friends.”

You were as close of a friend to Phee as she let you be after she freed you from slavers whilst on a mission to “liberate” an ancient Ryloth artifact the slavers wished to part with. As the three of you reached the summit and watched the ship come into view, you noted the four individuals that stood in front of her.

One being a young girl with short, blonde hair. Despite the fact they ranged from shape and size, they all sported the same colored armor. “After all, I am a liberator–” Shep was quick to announce their presence by finishing her sentence. “Liberator of ancient wonders.” Clone Force 99’s attention turned towards the new voice and that was when Wrecker saw you.

A Twi’lek dressed in a long, airy dress that blew in the light ocean breeze, paired with a slightly dirty apron that held gardening tools looked at his brother from underneath her large floppy hat that was decorated with flowers along the top. Even though you wore a hat, he could still take in your lekkus that dropped down your back and swayed with each breath you took.

As you got closer, he saw that your head-tails were wrapped in small vines that sprouted a few tiny flowers along the larger parts of the vines. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. His eyes never left your figure as you bounced over to Phee with a wide smile. “PHEEEEEEEE!” The woman in question opened her arms with a small smile as she braced for impact.

Everything about you drew Wrecker’s attention and he felt his heart speed up as you passed him to get to her. Your scent was one of dirt and flora. It was intoxicating. “Easy now.” Phee started with a laugh. “Those tools you got might poke my kidney out if you hug me any tighter.” And your laugh. Wrecker had to force his legs to stay under him as the sound flowed through his ears like the sweetest melody. He was so enamored with you that he didn’t see the way Hunter eyed him. The speed of his heart was like a hammer inside Hunter’s ears from how fast his heart was beating.

“About time you showed your face around here.” Shep said with a laugh after you pulled away, allowing both him and Lyana to embrace her. “What’d you bring this time?” As Phee knelt down to show Layana, you took the time to look at those she brought along. From a closer distance it was clear that they were clones, but they weren’t like the ones you remembered from the war.

They had similar faces, but they had slightly different aspects about each and every one of them. The one next to the little girl sported a skull tattoo that took half his face along with a notable, red bandanna that held his long hair back a tad. The next one seemed to hide behind his data pad, but you could still see that his goggled-eyes were stuck on Phee as she spoke about the artifact. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on your lips.

Then your attention moved to the last clone and he was…breathtaking. He was as large as a house with broad shoulders and strong arms, but his eyes held almost a shyness from under your gaze. His brown and white eye shifted side to side every few seconds as you kept your full attention on him.

You were so focused on memorizing the trail of scars along his eye that you didn’t realize Phee had been speaking to you until she waved her hand in front of her face. “Seems Flower here likes what she sees, huh?” Heat burned your cheeks as you snapped your eyes away from the man with an open mouth. You were about to rebuttal the woman, but she simply turned on her heel and began introducing everyone.

“This is Shep Hazard, Mayor of Pabu, his daughter, Lyana…” She then said your name whilst pointing towards you. “Shep, Lyana, Flower, meet Omega, Hunter, Wrecker and Tech.” Wrecker…that was his name. You thought the name was quite fitting for a man of his size. Even his hand seemed to engulf Shep’s as he gave him a firm handshake with joy.

You shadowed Lyana as she walked closer to Omega while she spoke. “Phee’s never brought any friends here before.” “Never?” You noted the accent the young girl had as she spoke. “Not even Cid?” Phee moved closer to you and hung her elbow on your shoulder while she answered the girl. “Nope.”

“So why bring us?” Hunter’s deep voice was a stark difference from Omega. “Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?” You smiled brightly before you poked her in the side. “She must really like you guys.” Phee stepped away from you with a playful hiss whilst waving her hand at you. “All right, Flower. That’s enough out of you. You want to see what I got you don’t ya?” Wrecker watched as your eyes lit up while you clasped your hands together under your chin.

“A gift? For me?” With quick, small shuffles you closed the gap between you and the woman with a wide smile as she pulled a small pouch from her bag. “Managed to snag you some Bluebell Squish seeds.” You squeal in excitement as you quickly open the pouch to see inside. “The gardens will love them! They have been longing for some new friends.”

“Scientifically speaking, flora of any kind cannot “long” for friends. They do not have the emotional intelligence for such things. In fact, they have no intelligence whatsoever.” You turned to see the voice belong to the one named Tech. His finger was up in the air as he spoke the words as if they were law.

Wrecker nudged his brother in the side to get him to apologize, but your sweet laugh filled the air once more. “Well you may be right, but they still do have emotional intelligence…just not in the same way we do.” You leaned closer to Tech with a smile. “Plants may lack a central nervous system, but they are still able to process information from the world around them and respond to them. And that, to me, is all I need to know to determine that they do, in fact, have feelings.” You stepped back with a joyful sigh before finishing.

“We are all children of the Force, and our energies recognize one another no matter what form we may take and respond to one another.” The Batch watched with wide eyes as Tech lifted his finger once more but was unable to formulate a reply. He simply cleared his throat and moved his hand to adjust his glasses. “I suppose it would be a waste of my time to discuss this further, seeing that you believe in such things, whilst I am a man of fact and logic.” Despite the fact that Tech’s words could be viewed in a negative light, you still smiled at him.

You both were right in your own ways and you had no right to diminish his outlook just because you believed another. And you sensed that he felt the same…but said it in a more clean-cut way.

“Then it’s settled. You’ll join us for dinner.” And with that the group began their way into lower Pabu. Omega and Lyana ran ahead whilst Shep spoke with Hunter and Tech following not far behind.

You had gradually made your way to the back of the group as many members of the community stopped to speak to you. From a quick “hello” to a brief conversation about a plant they had purchased from you. You bid farewell to a fellow Twi’lek when Wrecker spoke to you. “Do you know everyone here?” Oh how his voice made your stomach flip from the rasp it held.

A smile graced your lips as you fell in step with the man whilst responding. “We all know one another. We are all family to one another.” The two of you fell silent for a beat before both speaking at the same time. “So your group–” “So, how do you know Phee?” Both of you looked at one another before falling into a fit of giggles and laughs. While yours was light, his was hearty. You had to take hold of the tips of your head-tails due to the fact they seemed to keep reaching out for him.

Wrecker cleared his throat. “L-Ladies first.” His stutter brought heat to your cheeks once more as you moved your eyes back ahead of you. “I was just curious about you and your group. From what I know about the war, the clones were soldiers. So, your group having a child intrigued me.” You gazed towards the blonde girl as she jumped around with Lyana. “Is she the daughter of one of you?”

You turned your attention back to the large man and saw him shaking his head. “No, she’s our big sister.” You knew of the clones' accelerated growth so you put the pieces together that she must have been different. Wrecker tilted his head slightly. “Though…she is more like a daughter to Hunter.” A small laugh passed his lips. “It’s a lil’ odd.”

You softly shook your head. “Relationships between one another are complex things. As long as she is loved and cared for.” Wrecker looked down at you with sudden serious eyes. “We would lay down our lives for her.” You gave a stern nod. “Good. She deserves nothing less.”

The man was about to open his mouth once more, but Shep suddenly spoke your name. “This is her home and shop.” You looked towards him to see that the group was now in front of your home. “She nurtures the most beautiful plants in the entire galaxy. None are able to do what she does.”

Wrecker watched as you walked over to him while waving your hands in bashfulness. “Oh Shep, you act as though it was magic.” With a polite smile you slipped past Hunter and moved towards your door. “But, since I am here I suppose it’s time to say goodbye for now.” “Wait, you’re not coming to dinner with us?” Wrecker’s question shot through the air even before you had finished your sentence, earning everyone’s eyes on him.

Hunter could hear the way both hearts were beating so fast he feared he would get a headache. You dropped your gaze with a small laugh while taking a lekku in your hands. “I’m sure you all must have matters to discuss and I do not wish to intrude.” Shep shook his head with a gentle laugh before getting your attention. “You would never intrude. We all assumed you would be joining us; you missed Phee the most and I’m sure you’d love to catch up as well as get to know our guests more.” That’s when heat exploded along your cheeks once more.

You didn’t have to see Shep’s face to know he was smiling about a certain member of their team you quickly grew enamored with. With a small laugh you began walking backwards. “Well, in that case–” A gasp shot from your mouth as your hip hit one of the many plant pots you had scattered around your front porch.

Wrecker felt his hands twitch to reach out and steady you as he watched you regain your balance with an awkward cough. “Um…yeah, I’m–I’ll go freshen up then.” You were quick to shut your front door before letting a heavy sigh out from the embarrassment that spread throughout your body. Unaware of the eyes that lingered on your front door for longer than needed before eventually joining his brothers.

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It was near sunset when Wrecker saw you again and when he did, the man launched to his feet as he took you in. The chair he sat on almost tumbled over from his speed in which he stood. There you were, the woman that already seemed to take over his mind, glowing underneath the light of Pabu’s setting sun.

Eyes staring straight at him. You were dressed in a loose fitting dress that draped over your body with your head-tails resting down your chest after you tied them together in the front with a ribbon. The tips of your tails barely sweeping across your belly button with the light breeze. 

Because of the lack of vines he was able to see the designs that spread across for lekkus; the faintest of swirls intertwined with your skin in a shade barely lighter than your skin color. His sudden movement didn’t go unnoticed and they all looked to where he was staring…only to see you.

Omega’s eyes widened as she was quick to speak. “YOU LOOK SO PRETTY!” Her excited voice snapped you from his gaze and you quickly looked down to where she was. A smile graced your lips once more as you moved closer. “Thank you very much, Omega.” Your eyes moved to look at everyone at the table. “I apologize for being so late. I still had some chores to finish up and then it took me some time to find a dress that didn’t have that many dirt stains on it.”

Everyone chuckled at your joke. “Uh, I th-I think you look amazingly…uh beautiful.” Wrecker’s words tumbled out faster than his brain could process which caused him to stumble over the words. And once more…your cheeks grew hot.  Omega grabbed your hand and led you to a, conveniently, vacant seat right next to Wrecker.

The dinner went well and as everyone began to scatter to their own devices, Wrecker made his way to where you stood. You had seen Omega and Lyana off towards the boat before settling in against the railing of the balcony just moments ago.

Because the dress you wore had an open back, the men were able to see what was marked there as you got comfortable. Jagged burns littered your colored skin and they knew immediately where they came from. A slaver’s whip. The long weapon coursing with electricity was something none could forget after being struck by one.

Although you just met Wrecker that day, you could tell that he was being unusually quiet as he approached and you knew why. “It’s okay. You can ask about them.” You grew to accept the scars that marked your body and felt no reason to cover it up. “You were a slave?” Wrecker couldn’t help but wince at the phrasing he used to ask the question, but you didn’t seem to be angry.

Your eyes still watched the boat with Omega and Lyana on it leave the dock as you let out a simple ‘mhmm’. You lekkus twirling the flowers that grew on the balcony as you did. “It’s quite common for the women of my species to be taken so it was really only a matter of time.” Wrecker’s heart grew heavy from your words. “Phee was actually the one who saved me.” You looked past Wrecker to where Phee was talking with Tech and a small smile formed. “She saved me in every possible way.”

“I’ll have to thank her then.” Your eyes moved to his brown and white one with slight confusion. “If she didn’t save you I may have never met you.” Heat exploded across your cheeks and you dropped your head with a small laugh. Your heart was pounding just as hard as his. “You sure do know how to make a lady blush.” The once heavy atmosphere grew light as Wrecker threw his head back in laughter.

Your giggles were not far behind. “What about your scars?” You asked once your laughter died down. Wrecker turned his large body towards you so you could get a better view at the side of his face that was littered with a web of scars around his ear and head. Being so close, you were even able to see that small parts of the ear were missing.

“It was during one of my early demolition exercises on Kamino. Normally, the bombs they had me working with were duds but one must’ve slipped through the cracks and next thing I know I was in the medical wing with only one good eye and ear.” So he was blind in that eye and the reason he speaks so loud is because he most likely lost hearing on that ear.

Another hum passed your lips as you slowly raised your hand to the side of his face. “May I?” Wrecker nodded and your fingers moved across his skin he gasped. The reaction caused you to jump back. “I’m so sorry!” Your eyes were wide with worry as you intertwined your claps hands with your lekku tips.

The man frantically shook his head. “M’bad.” You watched red flush his cheeks as his eyes shifted around. “It’s just…no one’s touched them before. People find them too scary to look at.” That’s when his eyes dropped to the floor and you watched as his whole self seemed to deflate. “People find me scary to look at.” Anger bubbled within you at his confession.

How could anyone think this man was scary? You could tell he was nothing more than a gentle giant. “Well, I don’t find you scary.” With a small step forward you brushed your fingers against his larger ones. “In fact…” Your voice dropped to almost a whisper as if the wind would carry the sound throughout all of Pabu. “I think you are quite handsome.”

His wide eyes snapped towards you and you had to hold back the giggles that threatened to escape. A few seconds passed before a smile split across his face. “Seems like I’m not the only one that can make someone blush.” Your heart grew full as you smiled up towards him. Unfortunately, the moment was lost when the ground started to shake. Wrecker grabbed hold of you with ease as you lost your footing and with wide eyes you looked up at him. Something was coming.

[twigg96]

If you have the time I was wondering can you write some headcanons of the boys, Charles, Magnus, and MMA reacting to feeling their pregnant s/o’s baby kicking for the first time?

Hello sweet Anon! This idea is so so so cute!! I love the idea of the boys becoming dads and just the little fluttering of baby feet is so sweet <3 I really hope I did this justice! Thank you for the ask and please feel free to ask for any more ideas you may have.

Nathan:

Nathan couldn't wait to meet his angel. He talked to his partner’s belly every single day from the time you brought him the positive pregnancy test. He kissed your belly goodbye just as he kissed their cheek when he left. Reading to the baby became routine, his large hand resting on his S/O’s tummy as they rested in bed, Nathan read all the greats, Shakespeare, Dickins (though they were pretty positive that Nathan chose him for his name and not what he wrote), Austin, though they did have to draw the line at Orwell. "We need to start early or he'll end up like me. Dumb as shit." Was something he often recited much to his partner’s bemusement.

Watching Nathan read was always a gift in and of itself. His nose would crinkle in deep seeded concentration. Eyes narrowing and squinting as he tried to pronounce the long hard words such as prejudice and fanciful. His hand would briefly leave their tummy to trace the word. Sounding out each syllable before returning to its resting place. "Gotta make sure the kid knows how it's pronounced." He reasoned, his thumb tracing over the growing bump.

His partner had felt the flutter much sooner than Nathan did. Much to his disappointment. It startled them at first. It felt like gas bubbles dancing around in their abdomen. Like someone had let loose a swarm of moths to dance around in their tummy. Nathan begged to feel pressing his whole face against their belly when the doctor informed them both of what the feeling was at the next appointment. But it wasn't to be... not yet.

The baby fluttered and danced more and more when he could hear Nathan's voice. It wasn't hard. Sometimes when he sang half way across Mordhaus the baby squirmed and wiggled almost as if wishing to join his daddy. Each time his partner felt it they cried Nathan's name and he came running. But eventually when the feeling became a normal occurrence and Charles insured them both that eventually he would feel the baby naturally so that they stopped interrupting his practice sessions.

It wasn't until they were well into their eighth week of pregnancy that it happened. Nathan and his partner were both laying in bed tired as all hell. The little boy decided that it would be fun to cram himself in the space between Nathan’s partners kidneys using them as boxing practice. Nathan bounced between reading Frankenstein and glaring disapprovingly at his love’s visible discomfort. "Hey." He growled leaning low to their tummy. "Listen here. It's not brutal to treat your mom like shit. Kicking kidneys is brutal as hell but only Uncle Pickles is allowed to do that to his mom-" His rambling came to a stop. His cheek had just pressed to his partner’s belly. As if he was listening to his son's response. But he never needed to hear it. Not with a kick like that leaving a near bruise on his cheek. "Hey!-" Nathan gasped sitting up he looked ready to go on another tangent, when his eyes grew to the size of dinner plates and met his partner’s loving gaze. The baby kicked him... he felt his son kick.

The smile that spread over his face was near face splitting. "You little shit..."

Pickles:

From the moment they both knew of their little bean Pickles had been using his partner’s tummy to drum out new beats. It was never hard or to hurt. His hand was just drawn to the growing tummy rhythmically tapping his fingers against skin that slowly became taught and rounder by the day.

Unlike Nathan Pickles found his tongue tied when his partner asked him to talk to the baby. "It'll know my voice by the time it's born... I never shut up." He offered though they could see the nervousness in his eyes every time he brought up the baby in a serious tone. Fears of his own childhood plagued him in ways his partner couldn't hope to begin to understand.

It was this misunderstanding that spurred argument after argument. None ever lasting. None serious enough to drive a wedge. But enough to make his partner’s already erratic emotions all the more frayed.

It was after a particularly prickly argument that his partner laid on the couch desperately swiping away tears. Sniffles stuck to the inside of their throat as they fought off another wave of sobs driven by the nausea that waved over them that they never quite kicked in the first trimester. Pickles had done all the apologizing he could. He never really said he was sorry. But he made it up with his presence and being.

Silently drumming a new song onto his S/O’s tummy he sighed, sinking deeper into the leather seat of the couch. It was silent all except the high pitched hum of the TV hanging from the ceiling from a meat hook. The reality show the two had been watching long since silenced. "You're an asshole sometimes, Pickles." They whispered shakily. Pickles eyes were dull as they stared just below the screen. "I know." He answered.

The fluttering in his partner’s tummy picked up. The skin there danced with little feet pressing against it and Pickles nearly jumped a full six feet in the air. Leaning back he eyed them and their tummy as if afraid to hurt his love and the baby with his mere touch. Hand held high he clenched and unclenched his ringed fingers fidgeting anxiously. The giggle that rolled through his partner was purely unabashed. pulling his palm back to their tummy they smiled. "I think the baby thinks so too."

Skwisgaar:

The guitarist has so many children that at this point he just assumed it had to be something in the air. Just him breathing would get a devoted fan pregnant. Or so he assumed. So when he and his partner got married and kids came into question he suggested swiping a premade kid. And while they were fine with adoption his spouse never wanted to uproot a child’s life simply because they wanted a family. And so he insisted that if they just wait and be patient. It was bound to happen sooner than later

But when later never came to their shared surprise. Worry sprouted over the little family. Infertility plagued them both. And though his partner blamed themselves expressly Skwisgaar blamed himself for being so promiscuous when he was younger. “I’ve wasted all the soldiers I got.” A lot of the pain shared turned into beautiful and chilling music on his part.

The two of them saw specialist after specialist. Plans were laid out in large manilla folders. Changing diets, taking hormones and upping the times they tried for a baby doubled even though they already had a very healthy sex life. Skwisgaar and his partner tearfully debating on hiring a surrogate while leaning over the last pregnancy test the two had, their last chance. Silent prayers and fidgeting fingers twiddled over the test too scared to look. To afraid to reveal… the positive.

From then on Skwisgaar treated his spouse like a goddess. Not that he didn’t before but he kneeled at their feet and worshipped them now. He was never present with any of his other children. But seeing the blessing growing in his partner’s belly every sonogram made his heart sing. And so he started writing more and more music. Playing them all for the baby. “Is he kickings yet?” He asked excitedly. “Does he like it?!”

It was during one of his new songs that his S/O felt the baby kick. Pulling their husband’s hand from his guitar, he glared at them for interrupting him until he felt the little fluttering under the palm of his hand. He sat up in bed. Face in awe his blue eyes wide and bright as starlight as he sat up straight. Skwisgaar watched with a mixture of amazement, love, and curiosity as the skin on his love’s belly danced beneath his palm. Still as a board he waited watching his hand then his spouse’s face as if scared he’d break something if he breathed. “He’s just saying he loves you.” They whispered kissing him sweetly.

Toki:

Toki’s partner knew they wanted kids as soon as they met the man. The only problem was that they were never able to have said kids. They weren’t exactly born with the tidbits to carry a kid. Which was fine! Toki loved them fully and truly for who they were. All of them. He never wanted to change anything and they’ve done a lot in their life to become the person you are today.

So when the first few years of the marriage passed and they both were happy starting to discuss the possibility of children the first stop was to the doctor to talk about surrogacy. It wasn’t long after they had signed up that they both had a fair choice of women ready to carry the baby.

The two went with a woman that lived fairly close to Mordhaus. Toki and his spouse wanted her to have the freedom of her own life but was desperate to stay connected and see that her medical bills were well and paid as they watched the pregnancy progress.

Toki was over excited about his baby girl. Even before the two knew her gender he was buying the cutest frilliest dresses claiming he just knew in his heart of hearts that he was going to have a daughter. The two made it a common date to go out and shop for the baby’s room. Pink blankets, frilly dresses, bows, stuffies, the works. When old ladies would ask where their daughter was or how far along was his partner Toki always answered they his princess was in another castle.

It was during a visit from their surrogate that it happened. Toki’s partner had made a delicious and healthy dinner for the three of them. They asked her how she wanted her birth plan to go. The two only wanted a healthy baby and told her how she gave birth was her experience alone. Their surrogate happily told them she wanted to give birth naturally but anything that kept the baby alright, she was happy with.

Toki and his partner happily agreed to the plan, slowly devolving the subject from one to another. Telling story after story about the band and its members. How they first met. The time that Rockzo and Toki went riding in the dunes. So on and so on.

Suddenly the surrogate jumped and giggled reaching for both of their hands she pressed them firmly against her tummy. “Oh! I think she’s excited to meet her mommy and daddy!” She chimed. Toki’s partner couldn’t believe it. The surrogate’s belly was warm and round. They felt her bump before and mourned the fact that they’d be unable to feel the experience themselves but as the little pats against their palm grew stronger with their touch. They couldn’t help but let a tearful laugh escape. Their baby. Toki and their own daughter was squirming and reaching out for them. Toki’s expression shifted from slightly distant, as he lost himself in a memory his partner was never to know about, to bright and excited. “That’s my girl! That’s my baby!” He screamed jumping up and down, running his fingers through his hair. “Get here soon baby! Daddy’s so excited to meets you!”

Murderface:

He didn’t want kids. Or so he said to the public. In reality he and his spouse already had three children running around. The only issue with it all was that Murderface was never home during the majority of his partner’s pregnancies. Being a major touring Bassist in one of the biggest bands in the world didn’t give him much leeway to spend family time with his S/O the world didn’t know about.

The day they found out about their fourth, William was promising things would be different. Being pregnant and caring for the children they already had was a lot on anyone. William told Charles to cancel the next leg of the tour. Just until the baby was born.

It was strange for him to see the pregnancy the whole way through so close up. His partner argued that they could handle themselves. Besides they had raised three children without his help so far. But maybe it was his close embrace with death. Or the fact that his grandmother was sick that made him see value in family. But William doted on them hand and foot.

Murderface was extremely behind on his knowledge of how children were brought into the world, especially the middle parts. Morning sickness was both fascinating and disgusted him greatly. His spouse had it worse with this one than the others. He was never been around to see it anyway. So when he offered his partner ginger snaps. A generous idea at the time really. And they immediately got sick it frightened him. Cravings went both ways with his partner apparently. There were foods they wanted with all their life like baked beans, hotdogs and horseradish, or pickles in Mac and Cheese. Then there were ones that triggered the morning sickness the worse. The ginger snaps were a big one he didn’t know about and avoided like the plague from then on.

When his S/O first felt their belly flutter with little kicks a few months in they eagerly called the children into the room to feel the baby. Confused Murderface followed asking what you were on about. The baby was in his partner’s belly. And would be for a while. There was no way to feel it without hurting someone.

His partner snorted and shook their head, taking his hand and held it to their belly waiting for his reaction when the kicking suddenly stopped. William just pouted. “Schee told you.” He huffed. But it was easy to tell he was disappointed.

From then on they both could have sworn he was cursed. Every time the baby kicked his S/O yelled out eager to have Murderface feel the baby. Each time he came the baby went quiet. William swore it was because the baby hated him. His partner promised the baby didn’t but after a while they didn’t entirely have another explanation for what was happening.

At the next ultrasound appointment they asked the doctor why your baby went still when William was around. The doctor laughed especially at your husband who pouted and pretended not to be offended by your baby’s silence.

“They’re just sleeping Mrs. Murderface.” The doctor assured. “The baby is soothed by your voice and goes to sleep when your near.”

Sleepy. He made the baby feel safe and secure. That was a good thing. But William still wanted to feel that baby kick damn it.

It took a while. A lot more patience on William’s end than he’s used to. But by staying by his partner’s side long enough and pressing his hand to their tummy quietly without a word. It finally happened! He felt the little shit kick! and he couldn’t have been happier.

Charles:

How things managed to end up how they had is a mystery to Charles. He hardly had time to sleep at night let alone find the time to fall in love and have a baby. Yet here he was. And he couldn’t be happier.

The secret was that his partner had stolen his heart during work hours. It was against company policies to fraternize with upper level gears and in truth they were the lowest gear of the low. Luckily for them “technically” Charles never once broke that rule. Due to Charles’ tendency to work well past his allotted hours they often found themselves cleaning his office while he was still working.

The two got to talking. Eventually Charles let them call him his real name not just “sir”. One late night of working turned to another. Then another. Then suddenly Charles was staying for more reasons than his pile of paperwork to work on at his desk. And… Well.. One thing lead to another… and here they were pregnant and married to the CFO of all Dethklok.

Charles was a very observant man. He knew them more than anyone. Maybe more than they knew themselves. And the pregnancy hadn’t been especially easy. Morning sickness more than ravaged their body in the first trimester. Charles had to special order an anti nausea medication for his partner. Not to mention the other natal meds and term antidepressants that his partner needed.

Charles was almost afraid to leave his partner alone. But his job was more dangerous than most. And his partner’s pregnancy was precarious. Stress was a huge no no in the Offdensen household. And so Charles hired a team of on call nursing staff to live in at Mordhaus. He built a special birthing wing for his partner and hired a team of mental health and massage therapists to help keep stress down.

Down time between the two was scarce but Charles did his best to spend it wisely. His partner tried their best too. Long baths were spent in the extra large clawed foot bathtub. Scented oils and flower pedals floated on top of the water and wrapped across their bodies as sensually as the touches they shared.

His hand rested on his partner’s growing tummy as he pressed soft kisses to the side of their neck whispering soft nothings and excited promises in their ear.

“You’re so brave darling. I’m so proud of you. Don’t you forget that my love.” Words he’d only ever whisper to his love of loves. “I love you.”

The kicks started soft. Gentle against his partner’s belly. He could barely even feel them when his love moved their hands around to catch butterflies that roamed their tummy. But soon. One after the other. Charlie could feel them pat patting against his fingers. “I think they love you too.”

Magnus:

He was not ready for kids at all. He was poor and broke and living off of a box of half eaten cheese balls and toaster strudel when his partner first announced the pregnancy. He wanted to just wish his partner a fond farewell. He’d happily send an alimony and child support check in the mail every so often to cover the costs and go to jail because he wasn’t meeting the quota he needed not to go to jail.

But after much long deliberation and long and hard discussions with his partner about what they were going to do at this point. Magnus just couldn’t bare putting his child up for adoption to suffer a fate similar to his own. So together they started pinching Pennie’s.

Together they both worked 5 jobs collectively. Magnus picked up more and more shifts at his 3 dead end jobs while his partner worked their asses off at the two they had. Eventually, they saved up enough to buy a nice crib. Then the paint they’d need to turn the corner of their room into a nursery. Magnus was looking up apartments with 2 bedrooms for well over 3 months now with no success. Either the rent was way too high or the location was so dangerous it was out of the question.

It was after his partner’s second shift that Magnus sat in the parking lot with his beater car off so as not to waste gas. His seat was reclined back his eyes closed as he waited. Visions of destroying Dethklok dancing in his head. The passenger side door only pulled him from his musing for a Brief moment. It wasn’t until his partner groaned and placed his hand against their tummy that he cracked an eye open.

“Tell your kid to stop kicking me in the spine.” They whined plopping back against the passenger seat. With a deep groan Magnus reached down to his side pulling on the lever to raise his seat back into a sitting position. His hair was a mess and greasy from his shift in the garage he just got off from. His next shift started in less than 4 hours and he was desperate to get home and get some sleep. But when his partner didn’t sleep neither did he.

“Listen here you little shit.” Magnus growled gently rubbing his partner’s belly. “You leave momma alone or else.” He murmured. His partner gasped as the baby kicked harder into their spine. Little fists punched up into his palm. A little rebellion picked up straight from their daddy. Brat.

MMA:

This man was a different person before he lost his brother. Was he still an assassin and a heartless murderer? Oh absolutely yes. But that’s how he met his partner. He was assigned to take them out. But when he met his match… well. One thing led to another. Next thing he knew he had really taken them out, to slaughter the person that hired him… and pick up some McDonald’s on the way home.

It wasn’t long before his partner was pregnant. Not that they knew right away. Nor that they cared once they found out. A baby was… difficult in their line of work. But so was love. And he figured he was killing at that so far. Literally. what was one more person to protect and bring into the family business?

It was after an especially difficult job. The two were covered in blood and guts and gore kissing passionately, debating on if they wanted to take each other right there or take it home when he felt little patters kick against his body through his partner’s belly. His first reaction was to glare. What the actual fuck?! But when it happened again and he remembered that there was a baby in his loves belly he relaxed and smiled.

He was going to do anything for that child no matter what.

[loveneversleepss]

PLEASE. i’d sell my left kidney to you for some before sleep foking 🙌🙌😭😭 like with felix ofc, but like the context is like you both are sleepy but like horny so some sleepy stuff yk PLEASE (btw it is my first time requesting stuff so please be kind ☹️)

Hahah ofc I’ll do thisss. Ngl i wheezed out when I read this. 😭 I will probably someday do an actual fic to this

SLEEPY (Drabble)

Minors do not interact-

Dom!felix x sub!female reader

Warnings: smut obv, cursing, suggestive context, Nicknames (princess, baby), slightly shy!reader.

Consent is always given…

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You’ve always known that Felix was a huge cuddle bug. Always craving your touch. At first, you weren’t able to imagine why he likes it so much. But then you too, started to crave it. To have his hands on your body. His sweet whispers in your ear. To feel his warmth pressed up against you. Straight heaven. You couldn’t wish for anything more.

So when he crawled into bed with you before you drifted off to sleep. You thought it was harmless. How wrong you were.

“Sleepy, baby?” You nodded your head yes. Eyes becoming heavy, not being able to pry them open. His arm wrapping around your waist. Pulling you closer to him. It’s warm. Comfortable. You let your eyes close shut. You can feel his hot breath on your ear. Making you feel flustered just a bit. “I’m sleepy too.”

Some minutes go by, only sounds are you’re breathing. The clicking of the clock. Trying hard to get comfortable but you can’t find a position. You try to adjust yourself to get comfortable when you hear him grunt in your ear. “Ah Fuck.” He mumbles against your neck. His body slightly stiff now. Realizing that you can feel him hard against your back. “Lix?” You whisper softly.

“Hmm?” His fingers brush your hair softly off the crook of your neck. His lips start to place soft, delicate kisses. Sending little tingles down your spine. His hand slowly bringing your shirt up. Suddenly sleep isn’t the only thing on your mind right now.

“Feeling needy are we?” You tease him. He softly chuckles in your ear.

“I need you, princess.” He places a kiss behind your ear. Kiss. “My.” Kiss. “Perfect.” Kiss. “Girl.”

Your eyes are still shut but you already know the look on his face. His lips curled up into a slight smirk. Wet because he licked his lips. His hair slightly in his face, making his eyes look dark. His eyes hungry with passion.

His hands feeling you up and down. Soft kisses press on your neck. Making you feel woozy. Tingles running up and down your body. You turn over to face him. Still not opening your eyes. “Thought you were sleepy.”

~

“P-princess..” his voice slightly breathless.

“Yes my love?” You whisper as you stop moving your hand.

“Please.”

“Please what?” You lean in by his ear, “talk to me.”

“Don’t stop.”

[sheep33hallow]

Eyes shut, nose bleed, lip curled {NaruSasu UPDATE 17/?}

AO3 Series

Chapter Summary:

“Kidney.”

“You have one kidney?”

Naruto nods. “Someone stole it.* Naruto laughs. “I remember being drugged at a bar, and woke up on ice.” He says.

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Sasuke is lying on Naruto's naked chest. Naruto is going in and out of slumber while a movie plays on the television in Naruto's bedroom. The bed is a large canopy with black curtains, and silk orange sheets. Photos of Naruto's life are spread over the walls and on the top of his desk and dresser. 

Sasuke touches Naruto’s chest. Fingers caressing the scars, and tattoos. “Hey.” He calls out to the older man. 

Naruto rubs his eyes. His other arm is curled around Sasuke, who’s wearing one of Naruto’s pajamas sets. “Hmm?” 

Sasuke pinches a scar, making Naruto jolt. “Where's this from?” 

Naruto strains his eyes to look at where Sasuke is pinching him. The room is only lit by the TV. The curtains are drawn, keeping the sun out. Sasuke has learned that Naruto hates when the sun or an alarm wakes him up. 

Even though Sasuke doesn't plan on having a kid with Naruto at the moment. If he changes his mind, he has wondered how he'd do with a child waking him up? Would he throw the baby monitor or push Karu out of the bed? He's been seeing Naruto's more…..hmm…aggressive tendencies lately. He can clearly hold his own against the Alpha, yet he can't say he's thinking about their future too much at the moment. 

Minato is still welcoming, but he thinks Kushina is getting ready for them to get together or end things. He's been hearing whispers about the Mayor again. 

“Oh.” He flops his head back down onto the pillow. “Fourth grade. Got into a knife fight with some middle schooler who was talking shit about Karin.” 

He finds another scar under his left pec. “And this?” 

“Went to collect money, and this guy’s Omega stabbed me with a broken bottle.” 

Sasuke slides his hand down to Naruto's side. “And this?” 

“Kidney.” 

“You have one kidney?” 

Naruto nods. “Someone stole it.* Naruto laughs. “I remember being drugged at a bar, and woke up on ice.��� He says. “Shikamaru found me since I have a tracker on my earring.” He continues to laugh like he is reminiscing about college. He turns to the side, making Sasuke slide onto his own pillow. He pulls Sasuke close to him. “Hey?” 

Sasuke rests his hand on Naruto's bicep. “What?” 

“You know how to build a nest?” Naruto asks. 

Sasuke looks at him sideways. “Most Omegas do. The only ones that don't usually get knot implants and hormones eventually.” 

He nudges forward and playfully nips Sasuke's nose. 

Sasuke sucks his teeth. 

Naruto huffs an air of delight, and pulls Sasuke closer so they share a pillow. “Can you build me a nest? I'll be having my rut soon.” 

Sasuke pauses. “We aren't mated. That's too personal.” 

Naruto shakes his head. “In my culture, Omegas can build the best of an Alpha if they're close enough. I know the Japanese have different ideas, but we Russians don't have hang ups like that.” 

Feeling hesitant. “That's just really intimate for me.” He looks away from Naruto, choosing to see what they missed from the movie, and notice that it's over. Now it's playing some children's cartoons. 

“You can do it.” Naruto encourages. He knocks his forehead against the side of Sasuke's face. 

“Oh, I know I can do it. I just don't want to.” He throws back, feeling annoyed. He grabs Naruto's face, pushing it away, but he knows Naruto won't be deterred. 

When is he ever?

Naruto laughs. He seems to always find Sasuke amusing, Sasuke has noticed. As if he has no autonomy. 

What would it honestly take, for Naruto to lose interest? 

His grin shifts into a frown that Sasuke doesn't believe to be true. “Don't you care about me at all, Sasuke? Why would you wish a bad rut upon me?” He falsely bemoans, and sits up, and looks down at Sasuke, like he's prey. 

Feeling his instincts flaring up. He kicks Naruto in the chest, sending him flying out of the bed. 

That hunk of an Alpha makes a loud thump when he makes contact with the floor. 

He groans, and Sasuke knows that one is real. “Shit, Sasuke. I was only joking.” The comforter is wrapped around him on the floor. He looks up at Sasuke sadly. “I'm starting to feel like you just don't like me.” 

And honestly Sasuke feels sadness in his chest, that his Alpha would ever feel like that. 

His Alpha…. ? 

Sasuke lays a hand on his chest. 

Fuck. 

His inner Omega is building up in his chest. Naruto must actually be sad or frustrated for his Omega to respond. 

Shit. 

Sasuke thinks he is going to puke. He gets up out of the bed, and runs to the connected bathroom, and hurls into the toilet just in time. 

He's gagging. 

He hears shuffling near the doorway, and looking over the toilet at the door, and sees Naruto has scooter his way over to the bathroom, looking like the Dune worm, still wrapped up in that comforter. 

Sasuke hurls again. 

Motherfucker! His body is being too dramatic right now. He slams his fist into the tile on the floor. 

“Sasuke?” 

Sasuke spits into the toilet and stands up, looking for the mouthwash on the counter. Naruto stands up as well, leaning on the counter, watching Sasuke pick up the mouthwash and gargle it. “Do you want some charcoal?” Naruto asks. 

Sasuke side eyes him, he continues to gargle, and spits into the sink. He exhales, and smacks his mouth. “No, Naruto.” He touches his stomach absentmindedly, then burps. 

Naruto unwraps his comforter, and wraps one side around Sasuke, pulling him into his side. “Woo, woo, woo.” 

“Woo, woo, woo?” Sasuke asks. “Is that some Russian words of comfort?” He puts his face on Naruto's neck, inhaling his scent. 

Naruto snuggles Sasuke. “No, it's words of comfort from an American show, Living Single.” 

Sasuke shouldn't be surprised that Naruto would watch that show. 

But he won't admit he watched it as well. 

“Feeling better?” Naruto asks, rocking him. 

Sasuke can't lie, so he nods. 

Naruto perks up. “Yay! It's cause you're awesome!” And kisses his forehead. 

Sasuke lets himself be rocked, and thinks about how much Naruto has been there for him in his own way. 

And Sasuke has to admit, he hasn't exactly been doing a fine job of rejecting Naruto. There's been a car and helicopter waiting for him from his parents at one of their associates' properties nearby. He could have long ago left. 

But something keeps him here. 

Madness? 

Attraction? 

His stupid Omega? 

Naruto is treating him like some infant, rocking him, kissing his forehead, and still saying woo, woo, woo. 

All because he puked. 

Kami.

“I'll make your stupid nest.” He mumbles. 

“Hmm?” Naruto stops, and grabs the back of Sasuke's head, pulling it away from his scent glands. “What did you say?” 

He grits his teeth. Naruto has a tight hold on his scalp for some reason, and it's honestly turning him on. “I'm make your stupid nest.” He grits out, while blushing. 

Naruto lets go, and kisses Sasuke on the mouth. Tongue and all. 

It leaves Sasuke panting when Naruto backs up. “We should get some practice in.” He decides, “In the shower maybe?” He flicks his eyes up and down, and he knows Naruto is looking at the shower behind him. 

Feeling a deep need to please his Alpha. 

“Whatever you want.” Sasuke answers. 

[eastofurban]

I really wish this stabbing pain in my left lower back would stop. We're kinda snowed in for a few days and I really don't want to see the piss poor urgent care facilities that we have anyway.

The last couple of times we went in, the doctors *did not* listen to us in the slightest and at least one of the times, that lack of listening led to a dangerous misdiagnosis ("just poison ivy rash" compared to the rapidly growing bacterial skin infection in an area that could easily spread to the blood stream.) I'm grateful for my autistic skepticism and experience with patient advocacy.

So yeah, trekking out in the snow to see some incompetent and arrogant asshole employed by private equity just isn't that appealing to me.

From everything I've read online, I suspect it's a kidney stone though. It doesn't quite fit the profile, but it fits more than a kidney infection because my pain isn't consistently there. It's a periodic stabbing pain instead of a constant aching pain.

🤷 I dunno, I know I should see a doctor, I'm just really frustrated with the state of medical care in the US. It's always been somewhat bad, but lately it's just gotten laughable.

It's like, even if you can afford care, the care sucks now. Or, like, sucks extra bad?

Fuck, man. My back hurts.

[uniisheretoonowig]

Hello, I'm from Gaza City because of the war,my house was destroyed. We lost everything,my family and I did not have anything left. We left our homes in search of a safe place and we were displaced three  times to different places to survive, but unfortunately there's no safe place in Gaza. My mother is very sick and she's a kidney failure patient in need of treatment outside. She suffers from LS. Help me and my family to survive. Please, your small donation can make a huge difference. A friend outside Gaza has come in to help me run the donation program so that my mother can be evacuated

Hello to you too. I am deeply sorry about your situation, and I wish I could do more, but I do not have a card or anything to donate with, as I am a minor who is still in school. All I can do is share this and hope somebody else can donate to you.

edit: I have been informed this is a scammer:

Please do not donate to them.

[currentfications]

Happy 2024 (is that even the correct wording?) folks, thank you all for being really cool peeps on this corner of the internet x

To all 227 of you (damn that’s plenty of y’all), thank you for putting up with my oddity (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) and sorry for my complete incompetence in updating fics- to my defence (there’s no defence I’m just raw dogging AuDHD unmedicated lazy)

Special thanks to @lil-elliesgf and @bada-lee-ily (@wiselight I seemed to struggle with tagging you a lot, I’m v sorry if I missed tagging you a few times!!) for being w ocean eyes since the v beginning, and to all of you who are reading along (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

I honestly didn’t expect this many of you when I scrambled back into writing(and good god am I rusty at it- my wordings??? is so strange sometimes???), but thanks for tuning in x

More shout outs to…

@urlovebot and @woniverse-writes for being the ogs that i found in the fandom, the little prompts and moth to a flame is *chefs kiss* perfection ◉‿◉

@badasgirlfriend for their smaus- tbh I was SHOOKETH the first time I saw your fic, my pea brain cannot imagine how much effort must’ve been put into them??!? Everytime u post? A blessing <3

Same goes to @nimxie and @venuszn for dropping the loveliest fics (/ω＼) blessed fr

@dallaji, @sun-nyy , and @sydnerss y’all can have my first born’s left kidney x

@princhii best wishes to u and pk in 2024 ◉‿◉

These so many more of y’all I wanna tag??? But your layouts (don’t get me wrong y’all run beautiful blogs but I am old and weary and unable to keep up) are so different I’m struggling Σ（ﾟдﾟlll）

But anyhoo thanks for a great year, let’s go do it all over again next year ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

[emerald-notes]

Noona! Please! Help! - Part 3

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 1.1K Words Warning: Angsty (It’s me), mention of child abuse, self doubt, did I mention angst? Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Who Will Pay the Rent?

9:24 a.m. 1st September, 2015

“Just a few more minutes left.” Yoongi sighs heavily, “you could have easily saved the bother to come here, today.”

“What happened?” I ask, taking the empty seat beside him. “I thought you said that we’re winning today. What’s up with that long face?”

“It seemed like that at the first half.” Yoongi nods towards the field, “as you can see, the tables took a 180 degree turn.”

Honestly, I don’t understand a thing about basketball. It is better to just take Yoongi’s words as they are. I ask him the important question now, “how much do you owe them?”

Yoongi intentionally avoids eye contact and keeps looking at the match without a reply. I notice that he is sweating like crazy. I understand now that it is not just about the game.

“Don’t tell me you have to sell a kidney to pay them.” I jokingly say to which he doesn’t budge. I grow agitated. “Yoongi! C’mon, tell me what it is?”

He sighs and says, “It’s just worth my rent, that’s all.”

“Your rent?” I ask, “like for the month?”

Yoongi nods and stays silent. We both remain silent for the rest of the game. I wish I could offer to help him. It is most likely that he will not accept anything directly from me. I, on the other hand, am not in a place to help him either.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I quickly take a look at Jimin’s message saying he’s going inside the exam hall right now. I write a small “good luck” reply and put my phone back inside the pocket.

Yoongi starts to stand up from his seat, “Let’s get out of here! It’s not like anything can change in the last few minutes.”

I nod and follow him out of the stadium. He asks me if I want something to eat to which I shake my head.

“Noona!” Yoongi says, “Stop worrying about me. It’s not like I’m going bankrupt or something. It’s just some stupid amount of money, that’s all.”

“So,” I start hesitantly, “who will pay the rent?”

“I’ll manage that somehow, Noona. I always do.”

Yoongi’s the one among us who’s the most desperate to make a lot of money. That’s why he goes into these betting games and all. I once heard from Jin that he had found Yoongi starving himself because he lost all his money on some games and Jin had helped him that one time even though Yoongi refused to be helped. I don’t really approve of his ways but who am I to stop him? I did not raise him. I don’t even understand his ways of thinking.

I still feel like I should advise him to stop this nonsense and try something else. Something permanent. He is a genius and I know he will be able to figure something out if he wants. But I also feel like today is not the time to lecture him on life. Not when he’s already so stressed about it.

I decide to head to my next destination. I am not going to leave Yoongi in this state. So, I ask him, “If you don’t have to be anywhere, will you come with me?”

“I can manage some time. Where will you take me, Noona?”

“We’re going to meet Jimin.”

Jimin’s exam will be finished at around 11 a.m. So, Yoongi and I wait for him outside the hall where there seems to be a huge crowd of the guardians of the other students. I mentally pray that Jimin will be able to outsmart them on his test today.

“I never understand Jimin’s appeal for education.” Yoongi says.

“I think it’s the same one as yours.” I offer an explanation, “Come to think of it. At the end of the day you both want to win at life. By elevating your status. Either with education or with money.”

“You know what, Noona?”

“What?”

“I hate it so much that you’re always right!” There is a faint line of smile on his face as he says the last sentence.

“Yoongi” I suddenly feel an urge to talk to him seriously. Yoongi barely talks about his real issues.

“Noona?”

“I’m asking this because I’m really worried about you, okay?”

Yoongi frowns, “I think I know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry for making you feel that way. I really am. I’m sorry, Noona!”

“Oh no, dear!” I quickly add, “You don’t have to apologize. I understand that you’re going through tough times.”

“Noona!” Yoongi looks at a distance as he speaks, “Do you remember ma’s face? Like, not the one as we see in her pictures. The face of her when she was sick. That face she had before she could finally rest after years of pain she went through.”

I don’t know why Yoongi is suddenly bringing this topic. Is he really missing ma all of a sudden or just trying to change the topic? Yoongi glances at me for a second and I can see his eyes glistening.

“If only I had the money, I would have taken a bus from school to come to see you.” Yoongi sniffs, “he wouldn’t let me go no matter how much I begged him to. Said it was a ‘waste of good money seeing some sick people’. I don’t think I can ever move on from the fact that I never saw ma and pa again after I left that house.”

“Yoongi!” I can barely make myself audible.

Yoongi never talked about the times he spent with our uncle who took him in when ma fell sick. Yoongi was only four at that time and he was the only one who never came to visit us occasionally during the five years when ma and pa were still alive. When I used to ask pa about it, he would always say that Yoongi was too busy with his school. I only got to see him first at their funeral. Only after Yoongi left uncle’s place for good when he was finally eighteen, we started meeting almost regularly.

“I’m sorry, Noona, I turned up this way.” Yoongi looks at me, his eyes bloodshot, “I didn’t really have an opportunity to be any better than this. Of course, I won’t use this as an excuse. I’m all grown up now and I’m trying to be more responsible. I swear, Noona, you will be proud of me like all the rest of our brothers one day. I will make that happen.”

“But I am proud of you!” I say, “I am proud of how strong you are. I am proud that after all those shits you went through, you still grew up to be such a kind and sweet soul.”

“Thank you, Noona! But you don’t really have to cheer me up.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders, “I know me.”

“And I know you too.” I slowly move towards him and pull him into a hug, “I see you, Yoongi. I see you!” I slowly pat him on his back as I can sense him fighting the urge to hug me back.

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