#and when reminded you could have the 3 course meal you decide it's actually much worse than ur shit maggot banana. youve never taken a bite

[aalghul]

there are things i can accept are fun even though i don't like them but any version of a jay, roy and kory relationship based on rhato is never gonna be one of them!!! do better!!!!!!

[writingoddess1125]

Hi, I love Morticia and Gomez Effect universe, and I have to say it. I'm the only one who thinks that if she ends up getting pregnant, it would be a girl. How would Mihawk be as a girl dad. Or, would they have twins or triplets?? They want an army, after all.😏😉

I like your thinking! MWHAHAHAHAHS

Morticia and Gomez Effect - pt. 3

Creating an Army

Mihawk x FemReader

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• It seemed all that really had to be done was speaking the wish for a child- In less then 2 months you found out you were pregnant. Much to the delight of Mihawk and yourself.

• Mihawk was very protective of you, essentially a helicopter. He needed to make sure you were safe and healthy, cooking all your meals, making sure Perona was as respectful as possible and didn't dare to cause a fuss while you were pregnant.

• Which she didn't in truth. Perona had been actually excited at the idea of a baby, flooding the place with more stuffed animals and 'cute' onsies.

• While for you, the pregnancy reminded you of the sea. At times calm and cool, while others it was like a raging storm in your body. You were fortunate that Mihawk was like a massive ship that could ride through the calms and battle thr storms, Rubbing your back when you puked- Whsipering sweet words when you cried and wiping away the discomfort that settled on your bones as the baby grew.

• It was a normal day, you were 6 months along in your pregnancy and Mihawk had gone out to train. Leaving you to the peace of your favorite fruit tea and some cakes.

• Delightful

• As you tucked into your new found treats you heard the door open and the sound of chattering. Knowing that it wasn't Mihawk you reached for the blade you kept tucked to your side under the large blanket you were under.

• Till you saw young familiar faces.

• The young Pirates, The Strawhats finally had return it seemed. With your necklace in tow as they looked like they had been through quite a journey and back. The scorch marks upon their clothes also being a amusing sight.

• Zoro stepped forward, bowing respectfully to his teacher. The other pirates also coming to greet you and hopefully stay in your good Graces.

• "Madam Dracule, We have your necklace" Zoro said with calm respect.

• He watched you stand and his eyes and the eyes of the young pirates all went to the same thing that had been obstructed by the thick blankets. Your rounded stomach-

• "Thank you Zoro, I do hope it was able to help in your journey" You say calmly as you take the necklace from him- Seeing how their faces went to that or horror and shock at the sight of your clearly pregnant stomach.

• The blonde one, with a weird eyebrow was the first to break "THATS NOT FAIR!? HE GETS A HOT WIFE AND GETS HER KNOCKED UP!?" He screamed in shock which surprised you before the rest of the crew decended on him like hounds to shut him up. Zoro still just standing there shocked till a random foot seemed to hit him and he joined the fight-

• Of course Mihawk hurt the commotion and quickly went to find you, coming to a sight he didn't know what to deal with first.

• There the strawhats were all fighting each other. The two women of the crew speaking to you calmly and touching your rounded stomach with your blessing as you held your ruby necklace and A passed out Reindeer at the foot of the fight..

• Deciding the fighting was the first thing be wad quick to knock out all the boys and toss them out his home. The reindeer he just stepped over since it was useless- he also make quick work to ask the women to leave which they did after giving polite goodbyes and congratulations.

• That leaving Mihawk to then scoop you up and bring you to bed. Having found that it was bedtime-

• Possessive as ever...

• In the coming months, the house was prepared for your birth. Mihawk having brought in a medical team for you- You assumed they were paid well but terrified.

• It had been after dinner, 3 weeks early when your water had broke. It seemed your child wanted to make their grand entrance early.

• It was like the world had stopped when you felt a rush of water down your legs when you went to stand to get some juice- Mihawk and you both just staring at the floor under you were the water was

• ....

• "..Hell" Mihawk muttered first, shooting back his wine in a effort to calm his nerves before rushing over to you and quickly escorting you to the labor room. Summoning the doctors quickly as well who got you prepped and ready.

• It was slow at first- But as the hours ticked by you the pain increased. Mihawk seated next to you as he tried to guild you through the waves of pain that wrecked your body.

• While labor is hard, He knows you are quite strong and will survive. You have to... You can't leave him

• "You alright darling?" He ask softly, holding your hand as you suffer with bringing in the next Dracule in the world.

• You give a weakened smile "It is painful- But it's a is not worth dying for" You say playfully, Earning a smile from Mihawk who kissed the back of your hand.

• The poor Doctors are uncomfortable by the whole situation. Especially with how calm you were during God Damn Labor!-

• It was near twilight of the next Morning did the labor finally come to an end. A shrill cry piercing the cold morning air as new life was brought in.

• "It's a Girl!" The Doctor said cheerfully as the crying child was liftwd and placed on your chest carefully and beginning to be cleaned with a towel.

• You and Mihawk seated next to each other staring wide eyed and in awe at the little girl screaming on your chest.

• "Looks like I had nothing to do with this at all" You mused, seeing how your little daughter looked so much like her father it was unfair. Even with her face pink from crying and her rounded face you could clearly see Mihawks genes had dominated yours.

• The thin layer of black hair onto her head also not helping. Mihawk chuckled as with a gentle hand he touched his daughters hair.

• "She is beautiful" He says softly, his own eyes getting misty as he stared at the little girl.

• Is actually quite pleased their first child is a girl and the only. It couldn't be better in his mind as he remembers his youth around the children that Gol D Roger would bring onto the ship. The boys were the most troubling.

• "She is.." You say softly, Watching as she settled down and yawned. Reaching out her little arms randomly, her little pudgy fingers wrapping around Mihawks finger. You practically saw the hearts in his eyes when she did this-

• In less then 4 minutes the baby girl has already stolen her father's heart and has him wrapped around his finger.

• "Dracule Marya" He whispered. Kissing your cheek as he smiled down at his daughter. You swore you saw tears in his eyes.

• Mihawk is a absolute girl Dad, Truthfully a good father overall. He enjoyed cleaning up after her, helping with feedings, choosing important items for her development.

• He does have one poor habit however-

• You stand there with your arms crossed under your bust as you raise and eyebrow at your husband. "Mihawk hand her over my love- She needs to learn to sleep in her crib" You explain.

• Marya was 4 months old and Mihawk had grown used to Marya sleeping in the bed between you two. So you had finally decided to put the smaller crib to use, pulling it into your twos shared bedroom so she could no longer sleep in the bed with you.

• But here she was-

• Your husband holding your half asleep daughter in his arm carefully while finishing some paperwork. This had been the 2nd time that night you had placed Marya in her crib to sleep on her own and everytime she cried in less then 10 minutes it would stop and you'd fine Mihawk holding her again in his study.

• "She was crying" He said calmly, setting down his pen to pat her back to comfort her.

• "That's the point Darling- She needs to learn to sleep in the crib" You stress, seeing Mihawk scowl at this and hold her closer to his chest.

• "She doesn't like it" He said stressing- This making you sighing at his dramatics.

• "Fine- But you'd have stay in the nursery with her since she can't sleep in our bed anymore" You said with a sigh.

• He slept in the nursery, on the floor next to the crib with his hand resting ontop of her- for 3 nights before you finally kicked him out and strong armed him to let her sleep in the crib in the bedroom.

• Besides Mihawks constant want to hold his daughter and carry her everywhere he was perfect. And in his eyes so was she-

• Mihawk sat there watching you, feeding little Marya and cooing softly at her as she watched the world around her, her eyes matched yours the only thing that you seemed to give to the little girl since she was such a clone of her Daddy.

• "Darling" Mihawk called to you waving you over, making you look up from your task at hand. Marya pulling from your breast full from her meal.

• Walking over Mihawk gently took Marya from you, beginning to burp her as you pulled your shirt back to place. He smiled as his yellow eyes gleamed

• "What is going through your head my Love?" You question. Knowing that look all to well. Mihawk shrugging slightly to keep from shifting Marya too much.

• "We should have another-"

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[eros7hanatos]

➽ Things NXX members do when you get sick 

Warnings: established relationships, character and reader live together, pure fluff, SFW, reader doesn’t have to be Rosa, gn reader

Word count: 754

A/N: some fluff to clear my thoughts and make me less stressed TT, I’m in love with all of them.

Luke Pearce

A little panicked, as soon as you stumbled out of your room to go on about your day, your face flushed for no apparent reason he yelped, “No way you’re going anywhere today! You’re staying at home and recovering!”

Literally rushes to the convenience store nearby to buy you medicine. You wake up from your nap to see him drenched in sweat with a plastic bag in his hand and a smile on his face.

Knows your favorite foods that you eat when you're sick and tries his best to make it but, well, he’s not the best cook. So he buys some instead. 

He makes sure that you take your medicines on time and always stays by your side.

Drowns you in hugs and kisses, no matter what you say or do can make him stop. “Luke! You’re going to get sick as well!” he continues to drown you in love and affection.

Such a cutie, trying his best to take care of you. Cheers you up by telling stories, either from his past or funny stories of you guys.

Artem Wing

Immediately pulls you back to bed as soon as he feels your temperature. “You have a fever. You need to stay home and rest.”

A lot calmer than Luke or Marius.

Has basic medicine at home, since he’s a workaholic he takes medicine and works from home. Quickly drives to the nearest convenience store to buy more medicine, if needed. He won’t do anything like that to you though. Insists you stay in bed.

Offers to clear up work or studies for you if on a deadline or urgent. 

Home cooked meals, he’s a great cook, I just know it. 

Such a serious and worried cutie, tries his best to help. Offers his arm for support wherever you go and feeds you water every 30 minutes.

Vyn Richter

Notices something is off almost instantly. “You don’t look so well.” “I’m fine.” after a few moments of silence, and of him inspecting you, “You’re sick. You need to rest.”

Definitely the calmest in the group. I mean he’s a doctor. Psychiatrist, but he still has the general medical knowledge.

Has ALL the medicine you need, throat lozenges? check. Tylenol for headaches? check. No convenience store run for him. 

Brews you herbal tea depending on your symptoms and omg are they delicious and cures your sore throat almost instantaneously. Reminds you to take your medicine on time, never misses one.

Acts as an actual doctor in hopes of cheering you up, “It seems like you’ve been overworked for too long, too much stress. I prescribe you 3-5 days of rest.” “Yes, Dr. Richter~” you play along, having fun. 

Marius von Hagen

At first he panicked when he felt your body rising in temperature. “Ah! Jiejie, why’re you so hot?” You laugh at his wording, even if your throat hurts. “I know I’m hot, but thanks for the reassurance” you tease him back. “You have a fever, Jiejie!” he says, touching your forehead, ignoring what you just said.

Such a drama queen. Has Payton bring every single medicine they could find in that huge mansion of his as well as send Payton to go buy every single medicine on the shelf of the nearby convenience store. 

Was about to call the ambulance, which you refused of course, “It’s just a fever! Rest and water is all I need!” He insists on driving you to the hospital. After a talk with Payton, both of you begging Marius that it’s not that bad, he reluctantly agrees.

He contacts AT LEAST 3 doctors to come immediately to treat you. All of this makes you even more tired, you decide to lie down and take a break from all of his… worried actions…

He finally finds you in his room, all wrapped up and sleeping. He stays by your side the whole time, offering help when not even needed. 

“Where are you going?” “To the toilet.” “Let me help.” He helps bring you to the toilet, just as you step inside he doesn’t leave. You raise an eyebrow. “Um?” “I can help!” “I don’t need help anymore! I can pee by myself!” “but-” “Marius, get out!” ”forgive him. He just worries about you <3

Once you get better though, ohoho, he’s teasing you about this every chance he gets. You soon miss the quiet days of your fever and how he was always worried and listening to you. Now he’s back to his teasing and antics.

[illubean]

ooo idea for the unaligned experiment!reader (same guys as last time)

so reader gets bored during a job and wanders off once they know their favorite free meal human isn't going to die or something.

they go outside and find a stray cat, and when their favorite human comes to find them reader unprompted says "you're like this cat to me. you'll die before me and you'd be easy to kill, but I don't speed up that process because i like the fuzzy feelings you both give me. plus you're both kinda cute. :3"

like that's kinda just reader's usual rambling but it does cement that:

reader's actively thought about how easy it'd be to kill him

they don't do that because they (on some level) like being around him at this point

they're consciously aware they'll outlive him

they think he's cute

Also possible angst/comfort at the thought they've gotten bored and left him. also the reminder that reader's fully willing to wander off without him if they're not provided enrichment, but then they find out they consciously decided to stay where they could be found because they (on some level) grew to like him.

Unaligned!OP!Reader pt. 2

Characters: Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor Type: Headcanons, Gn!reader

Couldn't really think of a hurt/comfort aspect because of these characters' personalities...

Warnings: mentions of death, a little angsty? idk

Illumi Zoldyck

Illumi of course already knows that you could easily take him out

it's why he kept you around in the first place

he originally only kept you around as some sort of Zoldyck super weapon

but YOU are beginning to develop FEELINGS? for HIM???

he probs just uses that to his advantage tbh

Illumi is worried when you wander off though, because what if someone else finds you and you take a liking to them? what if you leave him?

he doesn't care all that much about it from an emotional standpoint but he can't afford to lose such a valuable weapon

so he would accept your affections if it meant keeping you under wraps

you're willing to do whatever he tells you if it means keeping him around

since you don't really want him to die soon you're quick to attack anything or anyone he asks you to

even if you don't completely understand your emotions and even if it's one sided, you decide to stick around

you couldn't have your favorite human be lonely, could you?

Chrollo Lucilfer

he lets out an amused chuckle at your revelation

he too often thinks about his own mortality and that of others

so he's not as put off by your comment as he should be

"Maybe you're a lot more human than you think you are."

and his statement offers you some peace of mind

even though your immortal and were quite literally created to be a ruthless killing machine it felt good to know that you could actually experience human emotions

after this you are a lot more willing to express your affinity for him, weather physically or verbally

and you don't wander off as often as you used to

you still don't really grasp the concept of love but Chrollo understands what you mean

since you know you'll outlive him you become very protective over him

you decided it's better to keep him around as long as possible

so...I guess Chrollo did kind of get what he wanted

you were like his personal guard...dog? demon? idk you were his guard something

I'm not sure he would develop any sort of romantic feelings for you (at least not very quickly) but he does care for you to an extent

he doesn't have to worry much about losing you since yk you CANT DIE

but he does like seeing you happy :))

Feitan Portor

he's not sure how he feels about being compared to a cat

normally he would be offended but his brain skips over all the morbid parts and is like wait did they just call me CUTE!?

HIM? CUTE? HE IS A KILLER

he's mildy flustered by this but he plays it off as annoyance

but also he's offended that you think he's so weak

he knows he technically can't beat you because you're immortal but like...give him some credit

it wouldn't bee THAT easy to kill him

he could give you a run for your money

he probably just scoffs and tells you to shut up before walking away

even when you do wander you still end up finding and following him in the end

Feitan would never admit it but he enjoys having you around <3

[tokoyamisstuff]

Hi!! I really love your work :33

I just wondering, what would be the perfect Christmas gift for them(hellsing men)? spicy is ok

I hope you are resting, have a nice day :333

Yoo belated Merry Christmas my friend! Hope you enjoyed the time with your loved ones. <3

also I don't believe in 'gifting' sex, it's on the house lmao sorry

gn! Reader | no warnings | basic and corny shit as always

Alucard isn't really materialistic so he'd rather get something you could enjoy together, like a short trip or date night you planned. | Would gift you something very symbolic like his sword from a past he usually never talks about.

Anderson keeps saying he doesn't need anything but if you insist he's got a few books he'd like to read. Also, of course, anything religious-themed like a rosary bead or a new bible. | Is actually pretty good with personal gifts, he made mental notes of your likes throughout the whole year.

Maxwell acts hard to please, he'd definetly expect some grand gesture and is veery picky. But deep down he's touched by your effort no matter what. | Showers you with random luxurious gifts because it feels nothing is good enough for you either.

Walter likes classics, maybe a new monocle or gloves, or a pocket watch. He stopped smoking cigarettes decades ago but he wouldn't say no to some good quality cigars. | Handpicked a set of jewlery for you and definetly gives you a great bonquet together with it.

Pip wants something that reminds him of you when he's abroad for his work, like dogtags or a picture of you two. A throwing knife with his insignia would also be cool. | He's more of a gesture person and will force his men to prepare it together with him, like a grand firework or something.

Jan is very easy to please, he gets hyped up about anything really. I guess just give him money and let him decide how to spend it, it'll end irresponsible with him buying a gun or some lingerie for you or maybe a puppy, you'll never know with this guy. | Is definetly one of those guys that gifts you 'love coupons' he scribbled last minute. 😭

Luke would like a new tie or hairband, maybe a perfume even. He's a well-groomed man and loves to have something from you on him at all times. | Will spoil you with a new wardrobe which he definetly indulges seeing you in just as much.

The Captain isn't picky but he would definetly enjoy something that reminds him of his past (no nazi stuff, just any keepsakes you found from the city he grew up in). | Gifts you something selfmade like a lucky charm he carved himself or a bracelet.

The Major would enjoy if you cook a fancy meal for him, sharing it with a good wine. And having you for dessert would definetly not be rejected ehehe... | He'd hold a long speech in your honor claiming to lay the world to your feet if that's what you desire, which sounds both flattering and worrying.

The Doc likes some hyper-specific freaky stuff, anything connected to his science or the occult. I bet he's got a wish-list for you and it's not easy or legal to obtain any of those. | Will use his skills to create things you could only wish for in your wildest dreams.

Dandy is a collector, he'd love another card deck, maybe even a personalized one, or a new hat. | Will also get you something that suits your hobby/taste, maybe autographed by a celebrity you admire?

[xotication]

im actually obsessed with ur writing😫could u write about domestic things with kaneki? (idk if that’s the word) like slow mornings, going out to shop, etc!!

of course i can

☆,

i personally feel like slow mornings with ken come after having a night of fun.. ifykwim.

that being said though, he’s always extremely soft with you. & he’s doing any & all work so you don’t have to move all that much.

you guys spend almost two hours just laying in bed, talking, rotting.. well you’re mainly doing all the talking but ken is listening intently. he could tell exactly what you were saying ten minutes ago, without any fail. it’s so cute.

when you finally decide you wanna get up, ken makes his way to the bathroom first so he can put toothpaste on both of your guys toothbrushes.

ken will also fully try to speak to you as he’s brushing his teeth, it never makes any fucken sense but he refuses to stay quiet.

after teeth brushing, he’ll help you wash your face & then he’s on his way to make you wtv you’re feeling for breakfast.

trust, he literally wants you doing NOTHING.

“do you need help, ken? i can make the eggs”

“NO. just go sit down..”

“oh- ok you don’t have to YELL”

“sorry…”

LMAOO like he’s so passionate.

you have to stop him when he’s tryna spoon feed you your entire meal.

“i got it ken, thank you..”

“just say you hate me & want me to die.”

“OMG.”

—

on to shopping, most bfs don’t really like going shopping with their gfs because only god knows how long they’ll actually be shopping for.

but nonono. NOT KANEKI.

this man would be your personal stylist if he could be. you’ll be searching through the racks of clothes, mf waltz on over with at least 5 hangers & a big ass smile.

“here, try these on! i think they’d look good on you”

“ken, i can find my own-”

“SH. dressing room. you. NOW.”

& much to your surprise, his selections always do end up looking good on you. he’s making sure every color is gonna go with your skin tone. making sure nothing will stand out too harshly, & taking into account the things he already knows you don’t like.

not to mention, this man doesn’t let you pay for like, anything?

one time you guys were out thrifting & you kept finding the cutest pieces ever. only to reach into your purse & realize you’d forgotten your entire wallet.

“ken.. i forgot my wallet.”

when i tell you, the pure disgust written on this man’s face is OTHERWORLDLY.

“so..? who said i was gonna let you fucken pay for anything anyway? put everything you want in the cart & keep it pushing.”

“but ken.. that’s so much money”

“my money belongs to you”

your jaw dropped internally. it took all your willpower to not drop to the floor, roll around, & start giggling.

also! ken is a very big fan of matching or coordinated outfits. he loves loves loves being able to show that you guys are together. by any small or big means possible.

i’d also like to kindly remind you that ken absolutely does have a ring with your name on it :3

oh & he most definitely shares his clothes with you! he thinks it's so cute when he finds you in his closet, "what're you looking for, pretty?"

"erm.. i dunno, i really liked that one shirt you wore like 2 days ago."

"this one?" he's holding up a plain black shirt. on the back side there's angle wings, & the shirt itself is a little faded out from when he first got it, so you love the aesthetic of it.

"yes!"

"all you had to do was ask, honey."

—

i think one thing ken really enjoys doing with you is taking walks. like no matter the time nor weather. he loves a good walk & yap session with his favorite girl.

“baby, can we go for a walk”

“what’re you, a dog?”

“no.. i just wanna walk & talk.. well, hear you talk”

“we can talk in here..”

“but i wanna talk outside, get some fresh air.. yk?”

“fine.”

you guys end up walking down to a park nearby, & you're of course telling ken about the most of random things you've been seeing & hearing lately.

the two of you are gossiping about your workspaces, friend groups, social media drama & so on.

ken ends up picking like a million flowers & he puts them in your hair, you don't even stop him because you know it's making him happy, "you're so beautiful, y/n." he says when he's finally all done.

"i know."

"yeah? & how do you know?"

"you tell me everyday"

ken has the biggest, stupidest smile on his face when you say this. he feels like he's doing his job right. he opens insta & takes a picture of you in that moment & captions it, "my flower girl" & hits share.

—

ahem.

ken most definitely reads you books. it is the best bonding time ever. especially if it's a really good book too.

he loves to fucken slam the book down & debrief anything & everything with you.

if something crazy happens, ken will fully throw the damn book across the room as he's reading it.

"ken?!" "HOLYYYY FUCKEN SHIIITT"

"boy go pick the fucken book up! i didn't even hear what happened yet!"

"oh, right."

& then he's scrambling to get the book & sitting you in his lap so you can read the tea too. when you finally do, you gasp & he's all in your ear lie, "MHMM, i told you!!"

one time you bought 50 shades of grey without telling him what it was about & when he finally got to the spicy parts, his jaw dropped to the ground.

"y/n, what the hell am i reading?!"

"a book!!"

"let's recreate?"

you two most definitely recreated.

—

this is so random but i’ve been thinking about kaneki playing dress to impress SMMM.

when he sees it trending all over his tiktok & insta, he’s absolutely itching to play with you.

one day you come home from being out with a couple friends & ken is on ft with hide, practically screaming.

“CHAT WHERE TF ARE THE SCARVES?!?! there’s only a minute left!!”

you peer over his shoulder to sneak a peek at his screen & low & behold. it’s dti.

you lean down to kiss his cheek & he’s like “oh my god, babe! go get your laptop, you have to play this shit with us”

..

it’s been only 2 rounds & ken is whining about how you placed podium TWICE when he’s been trying for the past hour.. or two.

“baby.. this isn’t fair.”

“kaneki this is so rigged.” hide chimes in.

you’re cackling in your spot, “just fucken try harder?!”

“I HAVE BEEN”

you look at ken’s screen & see the worst possible outfit for “ghosts vs ghouls”

he literally made their skin green & thought he was eating the competition UPPP.

not to mention the fully purple outfit he put on, & random black top hat? with bulky black boots, & a makeup look that looked BUTCHERED.

“ken, my love. that outfit is horrible.”

he’s just about ready to put his mac through a wood chipper. there’s a pout on his face.

“okay well- can you play on my computer so i can get at least one win.” he says in the softest voice ever & you feel like it’s taking all your might not to laugh.

ken just wanted his dti win. :p

i’m so sorry this took so fucken long. ☠️

[asahicore]

hiding in plain sight - sh, js, jy, jw

pairing. enhypen x gn!reader (sunghoon, jay, jake, jungwon)

genre. fluff, s2l or f2l, headcanons/scenarios

word count. 1.7k

author’s note. after a month of hibernation i give you this instead of any of my planned wips <3 i got inspired by the tiktok trend w this song so credits to whoever started that ig? also dw i’m not a heesunriki hater i just only had ideas for 4 of the mbs lmao and thank u to @zreamy for beta reading without u i’d be dead in a ditch somewhere.. ok have fun reading lmk what u think !!

You and Sunghoon had known about each other long before you’d met, let alone got together. Well, known about each other might be a bit of an understatement - you both had huge crushes on the other in high school but, of course, had never considered that your feelings might be reciprocated. Sunghoon was the handsome figure skater whose good looks everyone gushed over, but because of his shyness, not many had the privilege of calling him a friend. You, on the other hand, were the captain of your school’s beloved soccer team. and were popular among the student body for your outgoing and friendly personality. You definitely weren’t blind to Sunghoon’s good looks, and you not only admired his grace and elegance on ice but also envied his small friend group and apparent lowkeyness. Little did you know how cool Sunghoon thought you looked leading your team on the field and how he wished he could befriend people as easily as you. Grass is always greener on the other side, as they say, and you and Sunghoon were both jealous and admiring the flowers in the other’s garden. It wasn’t until later that you met again, when you started attending the same sports university. Your roommate was a figure skater and invited you to their Welcome party - even if you and Sunghoon hadn’t known each other well, seeing a familiar face was comforting (especially for him), and so you spent the better part of the evening talking and actually getting to know each other beyond the surface-knowledge impressions you had of the other. You were amazed at how much you shared and how well you got along and you couldn’t help but think what a shame it was that you were finding out about this now, and not years earlier when high school had started. You exchanged contact information at that party, gradually got closer, and the rest is history.

Jay is usually an extremely patient man, but even he gets tired of waiting for you to recognize his feelings for you sometimes. Most of the time, he’s happy to essentially treat you like he’s your boyfriend without the actual label. Cooking you your favorite meals, picking up coffee and a pastry for you in the morning, carrying your bag for you, tucking your hair behind your ear - you name it, he’ll do it. You just think he’s a really sweet and caring friend, while he wonders when you’re going to realize he’s hopelessly in love with you. If you were anyone else, he’d have no problem straight up asking you out, but because you’ve been friends for so long, he’s afraid of making you uncomfortable or of risking your friendship. So he does what any other normal, sane person would do, and decides to become your secret admirer. If he’s too scared to confess his feelings to you, his anonymous alter ego isn’t. Over the next few weeks, he slips love notes or song lyrics that remind him of you in your bag and places snacks on your table before you get to class, all while he gets to watch your reactions and your growing fondness for this “secret” admirer. He’s filled with pride every time a wide smile blooms on your lips as you read his notes, every time he catches you listening to a song recommendation of his, and every time you gush about your admirer or wonder who he is, not knowing he’s right in front of you, looking at you with nothing but affection in his eyes. After a little under a month, he writes a time and place for you to come meet him on the note he sneaks in your bag. The way your expression as your eyes find Jay goes from giddy, to confused, to disbelieving, to giddy again is absolutely priceless, and Jay stands there through your stages of realization, watching you with a wide grin on his lips and a bouquet in his hands. It all makes sense now - his attention to you over the years, the way your secret admirer seemed to know exactly what you liked. After he confesses, you tell him you might need some time to transition from your friendship into a relationship, but let’s be honest, your feelings for him only need mere days to grow - and you now realize that they might have always been there, waiting for you to notice them.

Your first encounter with Jake may be described as ‘right person, wrong time.’ It was halfway through your first year of college - you’d just gotten dumped by your high school boyfriend who you’d been dating for three years and had had to go long-distance with, while Jake had just found out his girlfriend, whom he’d started dating in the first week of college, had been cheating on him basically the whole of their relationship. Let’s just say that when you went to a party organized by the student association of your department, neither of you were in a great place. He’d found you by the counter of the bar that had been rented out, downing a shot of tequila on your lonesome. By that time, you were already so wasted that the memories of him coming up to you, hitting you with some random one-liner and ordering a drink of his own were fuzzy. You’d kept on drinking with him as you told each other about your recent heartbreaks, so you could not at all recollect those moments - but getting into an Uber with him was somewhat clearer. It wasn’t until the next day, when you woke up with a terrible headache naked in his bed, that you realized what you’d done. Jake was still completely passed out, and you managed to dress and slip out of his room without waking him up. Thankfully, you were part of a big department in a big university, so you only very scarcely ran into each other after that. Having no classes and barely any friends in common meant that the only times you saw him after your one-night stand were from afar at the library or at a club every now and then. You’d exchange a quick hi, maybe some small talk, but nothing more than that. You did wonder about him sometimes - what it’d have been like if you hadn’t met when your mutual breakups weren’t so fresh, what might’ve happened had you not left so sneakily in the morning, how he’d react if you approached him once more and actually talked to him. Then, in your third year, not only do you share a class, but your professor also partners you up for the whole semester. It doesn’t take long for you to realize that you and Jake have more in common than having gone through a bad breakup in your first year of university, and you hit it off. You really hit it off. He makes you laugh, and he takes the uni work you have to do seriously, and obviously, he’s very good-looking. A few dates later, you realize how thankful you are for meeting the right person again - and now at the right time, too.

Had luck been on your side, you and Jungwon could have fallen in love much earlier than you did. You’d met at the Arts & Crafts club of your university, of all places. Between assignments, attending class, having a decent social life, and worrying about the amount of instant ramen you’d consumed that week, activities like scrapbooking or knitting were a welcome addition to your life. It let you turn your mind off for a while and just focus on making something pretty, or at least fun, for a while. When you found out your university had a club for it, you immediately joined - you’d have access to more supplies and could befriend people with the same hobby as you. Your first time there, your eyes immediately settled on a broad-shouldered boy at the end of the table that seemed very focused on gluing bits of paper to a beat-up notebook. What caught your attention was how familiar he looked - not like you met a long time ago, but like you’d seen him around a few times. You’re not sure what it is, all you know is that you find yourself walking across the room and taking the seat right in front of him. He looks up as you sit down, and his dimpled smile immediately makes your heart skip a beat. That first day, you just make small talk, asking the other about their courses and showing each other your progress on whatever art you’re crafting. But now that you know him, it feels like you see him everywhere - in the campus café, at the library, in line at the grocery store, it’s like you can’t escape him anymore. Not that you’d want to, anyway. You’re always happy to run into him, but the best part is that he seems to feel the same way, if his wave and wide grin upon seeing you are anything to go by. On one of those days where you randomly run into each other, he grabs his courage with two hands and asks you if you’d like to get coffee with him - you accept right away, of course. It’s this rainy afternoon, as you sit in a cozy café with a warm cappuccino in your hands, that you find out why Jungwon had looked so familiar the first day. You had lived in the same town, one where it was unlikely you’d know everyone but possible to run into anyone, had attended the same middle school, and even when he’d moved away for high school, you’d kept mutual friends, which meant that you had attended the same wild parties of more than sixty people. You’d lived in the same uni dorm in your first year, so you’d probably seen each other in the laundry room or during fire alarm tests. Even crazier, your parents had had the same vacation spot for years, and when you were fifteen you’d actually been there at the same time. You searched through your gallery and found pictures taken at the same place, mere hours apart. And yet, it was only at the Arts and Crafts club that you finally met. If you didn’t believe in soulmates before, meeting Jungwon had surely convinced you of the opposite.

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Headcannons for 141 + Konig + Los Vaqueros with a f!reader on a first date

Like how the date set up would be, where and what would they have for their meal, what activities they would do together

Loads of fluff if you don’t mind. I personally think Konig would do a sip and paint type of date 🥺 man is so big and cute while he paints on a mini canvas and sip tea while Price is the type to take you to see the northern lights cos he’s extra like that

Hiiii~ thank you for requesting!! I love this ask and added in who asked who on a date! Hope you enjoy~ For König, I changed his date a little <3

Warnings: None, just fluff~ a shirtless Kyle~

My requests are open~

Ghosty

You asked him for a date.

You’ve always had a special relationship with him, Simon’s always been softer with you than he is with anyone.

At first you thought it was because he thought you were weak, since you’re new to the 141. Like if he didn’t protect you- you’d compromise the mission and get yourself, and others killed.

But you *thankfully* realised that’s not true one day, while having a conversation with Soap and Gaz.

"Come on, y/n! Are you honestly that dense?!” Kyle exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

“What?!” You shot back, sinking down in your seat. "You’re both just teasing me" You sighed.

"No, lass, open yer eyes" Johnny sighed, shaking you dramatically.

And you did, you began to notice how different his behaviour was towards you. And thus, you asked him on a date.

Simon was frozen, his eyes wide a bit when you did. He had liked you for a while, but could never confess to himself that he did. He was scared to lose you, and if he loved you, that meant one day he would.

But when your eyes patiently wait for his answer, looking up at him with the same eyes he fell in love with, he sighs and says "Sure." a bit too rough. (but thats because hes in disbelief that you actually asked him)

You smiled and decided to plan the date specially for him.

He doesn't like crowds, you've discovered that one day when the boys and yourself went out. You want this date to be enjoyable for him too- something memorable.

You planned him a picnic in the woods, under the stars. A blanket is laid out in a clearing, fake candles lit. Over the years you've remembered Simon's favourite food and drinks, and made sure to get them all for him.

Simon is speechless as he stares at the sight, before slowly looking at you.

"You did this, for me?" He asked in his belief- shocked how much effort you put in for him.

You smile and nodded, "All for you!"

During the date, Simon would try to get to know you better, asking you questions he never knew about you before.

He had fun, and removes his mask for you. "You're so beautiful" you sigh, caressing his cheek.

Simon almost cries- not once in his life does he feel so loved like he does now

He definitely kisses you~

Johhny Foap Mactavish~

Johnny asked you on a date.

Hes liked you for a very long time, and finally had the courage to ask you.

He was very sweet about it, got your favourite snack and a singular rose, he was nervous when he asked- different from his usual confident self.

"I've liked yer for a while, Bonnie. Will yer join me for a date?"

Of course you said yes, wrapping him in a tight hug.

A date with Johnny would be fun, adventurous and full of laughter. You never want it to end.

He took you to a cat cafe- completely unexpected by you.

Johnny isn't fond of dogs- but he does like cats, and he knows you love these fluffy adorable creatures.

He pays for the whole date and doesn't allow you to, hes a gentleman, who wants to make a good impression on you.

As soon as you both enter the cafe, you fell in love with all the cats. Especially one black and white one called Elara. She reminds you of Ghost, and Johnny agreed.

The whole date is filled with laughter and cat cuddles, Johnny buys you some delicious treats (which one cat steals, it was funny watching them fight, you were rooting for the cat)

It was a very cute sight, watching Johnny cuddle a cat. His favorite was called Maxine, a ginger cat.

(He tries to steal her but failed)

You took a very cute picture of them- using it as your wallpaper on your phone.

At the end of the date, you kissed. It was definitely one of the best dates you've ever been on.

John Price

You asked him.

I see Price as not being the one to ask- hes a busy man, no time for romance.

But when you ask him, he goes against all that, and says yes.

He plans it, he has to. He planned your date the moment he knew he fell in love, and he wanted it to be very memorable and special.

He tells you to pack your bags, for a weekend away. You nod, still processing whats happening.

And when the weekend comes, and he sees you all packed, John can't help but smile. He plans to have a lot of fun, and of course, make sure you do too.

You had no idea what he has planned, but you weren't expecting this-

A trip to see the Northern Lights-

You hug him tight, tears forming in your eyes. You once told John you wanted to see them a very long time ago- it came as a shock that he remembered.

He rented a cabin too, a perfect view to see them all night. (You got lucky and it showed for a long time)

John got you a gift too, a bracelet to wear. It's plain back with a hint of blue, perfect to wear all the time. You love it, making a promise to never take it off.

He also packed some food, to cook at the cabin. You decided to help him, laughing as you joke about his cutting vegetables skills. "You know, I've seen Johnny do better" you giggled, remembering the time he cooked at base.

John lets out an amused huff. "That also the time he set toast on fire?" yes it was.

After dinner, you both cuddle by the fireplace, its warm and you feel safe and right in John's arms.

You lean your head back and kiss him, happy to finally be able to love him.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

You asked him~

I believe Gaz is the youngest in the team, that being said, he most likely doesn't have a lot of romantic experience.

But he deserves so much love, and you've fallen hard for him!

It was definitely a shock to him when you asked, and he quickly snapped out of it, happily saying "Yes!"

You both planned your date, wanting to do something fun and new.

Thats when you suggested stand up paddle surfing, and Kyle agreed, already thinking of all the mischief he will cause-

A few days later, Kyle rented some paddle boards, packing them in his car to drive you both to the beach.

The drive was fun- both of you singing to random songs that come up on a playlist, while telling jokes.

Kyle rests his hand on your thigh the whole way.

Once at the beach, you both got the equipment out, rushing to the water. You're so excited for this, knowing you both need a well deserved break.

Kyle definitely stays shirtless on the beach he did it on purpose

As soon as you got in the water, Kyle helps you on your board before he tried to get on his, you laugh hard as he fell in the ocean- screaming when you nearly fell.

"Think that's funny, huh" He laughed, shaking your paddle board. You scream as he does, trying to hold on for dear life.

He chuckles and stops, pulling himself up on his board. He paddles with ease, standing up like his came natural for him.

You on the other hand, were having a hard time. "Struggling, baby?" He laughs, bumping his board on yours.

"Pffft no!" You snorted, clearly lying. He smiles and gets on your board, holding your waist tight to him.

"Stay calm, yeah? I got you" He whispered in your ear.

You nod, a blush appearing on your face.

The rest of the date went well- it was so fun- especially when you both started play fighting in the water.

Afterwards, you cuddle on the beach, watching the sun set. You admire the view, while Kyle admires you.

When you notice he's looking at you, you smile and place a gentle kiss on his lips- to which he happily accepts.

Alejandro

The most romantic guy ever- he asked you.

Ever since he saw you, he was head over heels. He wasted no time in asking you on a date, a bouquet of black roses in his hand.

He did everything for this date- he cooked dinner and baked desert, decorated his garden and table full of flowers and lights, and even got you a present- a beautiful necklace that he put on you.

To say you were spoiled, is an understatement.

When you first enter his home, he gently grabs you by the waist and kisses your forehead. "You look absolutely beautiful mi amor" He smiled.

He looks and smells really good-

When you enter his garden, your eyes widen in shock, it is absolutely beautiful.

You had no idea he was going all out like this- he laughs at your face and guides you to your seat, sitting you down and tucking your chair in.

He compliments you all throughout the date, not skipping a beat to remind you how beautiful you are in his eyes.

He's very smitten~

Alejandro serves dinner, a 3 course meal, he prepped himself. He starts with the starters, smiling as he hands you your plate.

Your eyes widen when you see your favourite foods.

"How did you know?" You asked, blinking, thinking you're in a dream.

Ale smiles and said "A little bird told me"

The little bird was Rudy~~

You smile bright as you ate, enjoying the dinner he made just for you~

Definitely kisses you at the end~

Konig

You asked him!

Konig was too anxious to ask you, he really wanted to, but he didn't know how.

But when you did, he sighed with relief, nodding while whispering a small "Yes please"

You planned the date, something that you've been wanting to see for a while. Konig making and decorating his own pottery!

It was a complete surprise to him what you choice, and when he finds out, his eyes widen a bit.

He was anxious he would never be able to create pottery, but you were quick to reassure him.

Seeing his large self sit at a pottery turntable made you laugh, he's so huge that his poor legs had to be stretched out.

He was surprisingly good at this, he listened to the instructor very carefully and managed to a mug. You were very proud of him, showing him by kissing his cheek.

His brain malfunctioned at the action.

While the pottery was drying, you both walked around the workshop, admiring the other designs other people have done.

He held your hand as you did, smiling down at your intertwined hands.

Konig designs his mug for you, he wanted you to keep it and use it as a way to remember your first date with him.

He paints it in your favourite colour, drawing little smiley faces and adding a little 'K' in the middle. He also very carefully drew some little hearts.

He was anxious when he gave it to you, a light blush on his face.

When you took it with a smile and held it to your chest, he let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

When you handed the mug you made for him, he laughs softly and kisses the top of your head.

He doesn't kiss you, but he does on the second date~

[clatoera]

Picket Fence is Sharp as Knives Chapter 3: All I know, Is this could either break my heart (Part 1)

Heyyyy besties. Sorry this has been a minute. My future is crashing in on my very fast and i'm falling apart. Originally this was a much longer chapter, but I realized this could stand alone and gave me time to really dig in on part two which features Cashmere and Enobaria and Gloss and others I don't use as much so I want time to be sure I do them justice and this is to tie you over until then :)

Title from tswift Electric Heart bc of course it is.

AO3

Masterpost

Shoutout to the usual besties but especially @kentwells who actually inspired this whole arc and @bodyelectric77 who said yes split it and is also my go to enobaria/cashmere source who I will heavily be consulting on part two.

Love you all thank you as usual, see you soon for pt 2!

They should be used to it by now. Expect it, even. 

They should be used to the fact that their home is the place of refuge, of meal times, of assembly for their small group of friends for an impromptu gathering. For two adults who were once children whose only real friend was the other, it should remind them of how far they have come. The fact they even have people who want  to barge in to their kitchen unannounced should make them feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

And you know, maybe that would be the case if absolutely anyone ever asked if it was a good time.

Cato and Clove are probably not people who you should show up on unannounced, considering Clove sleeps with a knife in arms reach and Cato sleeps with Clove. 

They absolutely should not be shocked, when Glimmer absolutely flies through their front door for the second time in a week, just as distressed and disheveled as the first. 

Maybe, actually, even more so. 

“This is all your fault.” Glimmer actually screams, wasting no time on pleasantries as she stomps her way up the stairs and to their bedroom, throwing her shoes off unceremoniously as she confronts the couple in their own bed.

“Good morning to you too, Glimmer. Sure you can come over, Glimmer. Sure, we absolutely weren’t in the middle of anything, Glimmer. Yes Glimmer, we are absolutely awake and ready to hangout with you.” Clove greets, not even lifting her head to glance at her friend who so casually entered her home apparently only to lose her mind at them. She wraps her arms tighter around Cato’s neck and stifles a yawn into his shoulder, having been so cruelly pulled out of her sleep by Glimmer’s intrusion and following tantrum.

“We really need to change those locks..” Cato mumbles into her hair, before he lifts his head to rest his chin atop Clove’s head. He brings up a hand to rub his finger tips over his eyes, willing himself to be more alert in light of whatever accusation Glimmer had come to throw their way. ‘Nice to see you too, Glimmer.”

“What exactly is our fault,” Clove mumbles, stretching one arm out above her head, before stretching it down to grab the comforter and bring it to snuggle her face into. “And what is so important that you decided to break into our bedroom over it.”

There is a hesitation, a heavy and shaking breath that escapes her before she loses all semblance of composure (of which there was not much) before she truly and fully bursts into hysterical sobs. “Everything was going so well, so so well, and now it’s ruined. I’ve gone and ruined everything good and ruined my life and..and.. and–” She sits on the edge of their bed without an invitation, fiddling with the hem at her shirt with a desperate attempt to find anything to focus her nervous hands and attention on. “I’ve ruined everything.”

“Glimmer. Use your words. Actual sentences, preferably.” Cato groans, glancing over at the bedside clock. “Did you come here at…ten in the morning to wail at us like a banshee? Come on Glim at least wait until afternoon to do that–”

“I’m pregnant,” comes out in a clipped voice, Glimmer unable to look anywhere but her own hands that itch to dig into the skin of her arms, that yearn to break the skin and watch rivulets of red wash away some of her anxieties with them. “And it’s your fault.”

Clove’s blood runs absolutely cold, and as she feels Cato’s chest tense underneath her, she knows he is just as taken back. Eyes that were once fighting sleep go wide, and Clove finds herself pushed to a seated position before she even realizes she has control of her body. She feels her heart catch in her chest, as if her own heart were trying to catch it’s breath and calm down. “What do…when..who…are you absolutely sure?”

At the same time Cato slowly rises himself, narrowing his eyes as he focuses in on the woman– barely more than a girl, really, and looking even younger as she curls herself up– at the foot of his bed. “How is that our fault.”

“It’s your fault because it was your stupid wedding and your stupid champagne and your stupid cake and your stupid speeches and that stupid stupid suit and that look on his face and–” Glimmer blubbers out, shaking her head rapidly as if she can will this all to be no more than a terrible dream. “You two did this to me.”

“I don’t know how drunk you were, Glimmer, but I can assure you we did not participate in ANY activities that could lead to this with you present.” Cato put his hands up in defense, glancing more intently over at his wife to gauge her response, because such wild accusations could go one of two ways when it came to Clove. 

“I obviously did not have sex with you two, genius.” Glimmer snaps back at him, finally looking up to see them. Dark circles under puffy red eyes betray exhaustion and quite substantial crying– definitely the entire train ride to two if not longer. She’s got crinkly hair falling in her eyes, and when they look long enough they can see that the sweatshirt she wears as a dress is most certainly not hers at all.  Paired with the obscured black running shorts underneath, it is somehow the most exhausted either of them have ever seen her, which is quite the feat when considering her and Cato’s time together in hell- okay, District 13. 

Clove is still frozen, unblinking, unmoving as the gravity of Glimmer’s words settle in her chest. It aches in a way she cannot understand. Deep down she wonders if it is because of her own mother. Was this how that poor, unsuspecting teenage girl had felt? For a moment Clove can picture her own young mother, crying that her life was ruined by Clove’s unintentional existence, and she has to bring herself back to the hard reality infront of her before she thinks too deeply on that front. 

“Are you sure?” Clove almost moves closer, but hesitation keeps her firmly planted beside Cato, just in case an unsuspected touch would send Glimmer spiraling further and further into her despair. “Is Marvel…”

“Of course I’m sure. Trust me I checked over and over and over and- seven times.  I couldn’t make this up if I tried.” Glimmer digs the heel of her hands into her eyes, pressing in with just enough pressure to make the world dark. “Of course he is, Clove. And now everything is ruined, things were so good.. We were getting back together and now- now it’s all ruined.”

“Was he mad? What did he say to you Glimmer, I swear-” Cato raised a blonde eyebrow, pushing the sheets off his legs as he swings his feet to the ground. “I can go beat the hell out of him right now Glimmer, he has no right to be pissed–”

“No! No. I…he doesn’t know. He can’t know. I can’t tell him.” Her eyes go somehow even wider, welling with even more tears as she shakes her head rapidly back and forth, and she reaches forward to grab Clove’s hands as if she were going to up and run to One on her own. 

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t tell him. You have to tell him.” Cato nearly snaps at her, the signature Cato Hadley aggression a hard 180 from the way he was willing to literally kill for her just moments prior. He still pushes himself to his feet to begin grabbing scraps of clothing off the floor and pulling them together in a make shift outfit. “It’s his right to know, it’s his kid. If you aren’t going to tell him I sure as fuck will–”

“Cato…” Clove pleads, reaching out and grabbing him by the hand as he shuffles around their bedroom. She stills him, calms him with just the grasp of her hand, with her fingers threaded through his. She’s the only person in the world who will grab him in the middle of his rage, and she is the only person in the world who can pull him out of it. Despite her choosing to stop the impending rampage, she does vocalize her agreement. “He is right, Glimmer. He needs to know.”

“No! He’ll hate me again–”

“No he won’t, Glimmer. He absolutely will not hate you, not over anything, but especially not over this.” Clove tries, but Glimmer has already curled on her side, rolled into a ball at the foot of the bed like a dog. “What did your sister say?”

“She doesn’t know, either. I went to see her yesterday when I found out but she wasn’t home and I didn’t want to just let myself into Enobaria’s house because she kind of scares me still and so I just stayed home but I can’t stop crying and I cried all night and–” Glimmer throws herself face first into the mattress, but even still the thick layer of mattress barely muffles her cries. If they didn’t know any better they’d think she was being tortured– and maybe emotionally she was. “Everything was starting to be good again.”

“Cato is going to go get your sister.” Clove instructs, and the glare he shoots in her direction tells her he may be going to get a lot more than just Cashmere. “Don’t.” She mouths, as if she can read his mind and his plan to go all the way to One. “She’s right across the street, he will be right back with Cashmere and she’ll tell you the same thing! He isn’t afraid of Enobaria.”

“Depends on the day.” Cato glances between Glimmer and Clove, and the look of disapproval written all across his sharp features tells Clove this fight is far, far from over. “Fine. I’ll go get Enobaria and her sweater–”

“Cato!”

“I’m going, I’m going.” 

“And don’t you dare tell them whats going on, Cato.”

When Cato slips out the bedroom door, Clove waits until she hears the front door both opening and closing to signal he’s left. She reaches down and pulls some of Glimmer’s blonde hair that is stuck to her tear slicked cheek and pushes it out of her face and behind her ear so she could actually see her as they speak. 

“Now, Glimmer.” Clove starts, her voice somewhere between her normal volume and a whisper, almost soothing in nature. “Your life isn’t ruined. I thought you wanted this..”

“I was just so stupid, Clove. I thought, after all the things they gave me and all the times– I didn’t think I could get pregnant. I didn’t think I had to worry.” Glimmer lifts her head weakly, resting her forehead on Clove’s knee, grateful when she does not push her off. “I used to want to when I was little! When I didn’t know the world was horrible and the things men do. I don’t..I can’t put someone through this! And things were going so so good the last few weeks! And now..he’s going to think I trapped him or something.”

“He will absolutely not think that, Glimmer. He’s good. He’s kind. He absolutely adores you. I’d go as far as to say he is absolutely in love with you. You have to tell him.” Clove reiterates, gently pushing her hair back off her face and behind her ear as they spoke. “I…know it’s very scary Glimmer. After everything. But the world is different. There's no more victors, no more games..it would never have to go through what you did. If that’s what this is about…wasn’t that the whole point of everything we went through? You know, a better life for the future, and all that?”

“You can’t know that, Clove! I’d never forgive myself for having a baby only to let her go through this-“

“But it won’t go through what happened to you and Gloss and Cashmere and Finnick. Or what happened to me and Marvel. They’re going to be safe, Glimmer. Your kid will be safe.” Clove promises, and though she can’t guarantee it, wasn’t that the literal point of all the shit they went through? The point of that entire war? “You thought you couldn’t have them, and here you are. He’s a good guy, and you live in a world where you won’t have to send it to be a Victor. All in all Glimmer…I’d say it’s not a life ruiner at all.”

Another round of sobs rack Glimmer’s body, as if another wave of immense grief has racked through her thin frame. “What if it’s a boy, I can’t have a boy.”

Clove sighs, and leans back to support her body on her hands. “You can’t change that, Glimmer, you don’t get to decide–”

“I have had to share my body with so so so many boys and men, Clove, almost never my choice. I can’t have to do this–”

“You don’t get to decide. That’s a risk you have to take, if you want to have a kid. Thats a risk you’d have to take no matter when, I guess if, you got pregnant again. It’s a risk you take and you can’t choose–”

“I didn’t ask for this! I can’t have to share my body with a boy again, I just can’t.” Glimmer sounds as if she is begging, begging a girl who can not help her nor change the fate that is already decided.

Clove brings her hand down to Glimmer’s cheek, turning her face up so that she had no choice but to meet her eyes. There was an ache she herself couldn’t place, and her voice betrayed it with the slightest waver as she spoke.  “It wouldn’t be a random boy, Glim. He’d be yours. He’d be your baby, You would get to be his mom. And you could make absolute sure that he turns out good and kind and loving– and he has a really good dad. There are good men in the world, too. Who would never do what was done to you. Cato, and Marvel, and your brother…You can’t just…You can’t not love him because of the crime of being a boy. He didn’t choose it. It isn’t your kid’s fault that they exist, you have to love them. If you have a baby you have to love it, please, Glimmer, you have to. ” 

It feels like something in her own mind snaps, the metaphorical levee breaking, and Clove finds herself silent and looking away to avoid Glimmer’s green eyes piercing into her from below. 

Glimmer rolls from her side to her back, tears now streaming back towards her ears instead of down her cheeks towards her lips. “Clove? Are you okay?”

“I can’t help but wonder if my mom said I ruined her life, too.” Clove admits quietly, looking off into anywhere but Glimmer on her thigh. “Because I did. I definitely did. And everyone always told me she wanted me and she loved me but, no fifteen year old wanted to give up a year of training for a kid. My grandmother always told me I ruined my mom’s life and I just wonder if she thought I did, too.”

“Oh…no, Clove, there’s no way she didn’t want you, we’ve all heard about her...”

“Even if she did…she died. She died and then noone wanted me, Glimmer. So I know what it is like to be unwanted and unloved and know it and thats why I am just begging that if you decide to have this kid, Glimmer, that you love it. And you want it. And you never let her or him feel otherwise because it is really really really hard to be a kid that is unwanted. Don’t tell your kid they ruined your life. Please don’t have a baby you do not want.”  Clove actually pleads, glancing up at the ceiling and not daring to look at Glimmer, even when she feels a hand slipping into her own. 

“I’m sorry, Clove. I didn’t…I didn’t mean that it ruined my life. I am the one who ruined everything. I do want it Clove. Of course I do. And of course I will love it because it’s mine. I didn’t..I do want it. I promise, I didn’t mean it like that.” Glimmer blinks away a round of tears, rubbing them away with the back of her hand. “I’m just scared and i’m alone and I don’t know how to do this alone and i’m tired and can’t eat and can’t stop crying and keep throwing up and i’m just …I’m scared, Clove. I’m really scared. I don’t have a mom anymore. I don’t know how to be one and noone can teach me and I really want to be a good mom.”

Clove nods swiftly, bringing her own breathing back to a normal pace. She would argue, later, that she wasn’t alone. That if she would just tell Marvel– who she has to tell– this would all be resolved. That she had all of them, really, that in this post war world none of them would ever really be alone.

“For what it’s worth, Glimmer, I think you’ll be a really good mother.” Clove says as a peace offering, letting out a steady sigh through her nose.

After Glimmer lets out a soft  “thank you,” in response a comfortable silence falls between them for a few minutes as they await the return of Cato with her sister, before the whole conversation will begin again. 

“....do you want something to eat? I know you said you haven’t eaten in a few days. You’ve been sick, but I can make something simple...”

“Oh. No. I’m not hungry, Clove, but thank you.”

Clove does not accept her denial as an answer, and instead gently removes Glimmer’s head from her legs and standing instead. “No, you have to have something, especially if you’ve been sick too.”

“I’m really not hungry, I swear. Thank you, though, really.” Glimmer insists, curling her knees up closer to her chest once she is alone in Clove’s bed. 

“You may not be hungry, Glimmer but your little–” Clove struggles for the word to use next, as Parasite seems too cruel for Glimmer right now, but baby felt far too formal for the thing that it was at this point. “...your little… stowaway needs something too so. Whether you want me to or not, i’m making you breakfast. So.  What do you want?”

Glimmer hesitates, but gives the slightest hint of a nod, rolling on her side to face the doorframe. “....can I have a grilled cheese?”

And despite the fact it is not even 10:30 in the morning yet, Clove says yes.

[lifewiththelulus]

When Braise and Kindlin go to fire land for the holidays Braise's mom answers the door and is so darn happy to see him hugging and kissing his face and asking if he had a safe trip But she looks over his shoulder and goes "YOU BROUGHT HOME A GIRL!?" And immediately both Kindlin and Braise are talking over each other explaining that it's not like that at ALL and she lifts her hand at the end and just goes "sorry taken."

After they all go inside he explains how they just happened to meet, and discovered they were brother and sister She listens close and takes a closer look at Kindlin, realizing it must be true. She absolutely hugs Kindlin tight as she would her own kids and just says "I'm so sorry but you're family now, you're stuck with us unfortunately." Kindlin already loves this family so much

Enya, It's just Irish for fire, but the name sounds pretty :'3

Underdeveloped babies that survive are also called rainbow babies. What if Enya calls him something like that? My flicker of color in my life. …Might be more of a mouthful then flicker of hope though

I also think because fire people flicker out when they sneeze and he gets sick alot it ended up being an accurate name lol

He loves hims brother

He practically begged to hold him when Enya first brought him home lol

Birch hears about her trip and starts to gets worried about her moving to fire land to live with this family?

She does feel a little heart ache at first Thinking Kindlin might be happier with her "real" family, but she reminds herself that no matter what Kindlin decides to do she's happy as long as kin is happy. Even if that meant leaving her.

Of course when Kindlin gets back she practically jumps on Birch for a huge hug and goes on about how much she missed her and how she missed home She's a little worried when Birch hugs her again and starts crying but figured Birch just missed her too and was being emotional that day so just stayed in her arms for a while and Birch cradled her close as she always did

Kindlin is super happy to meet them and see he's had a good life there, but she can't help feeling a twinge of jealousy he got that kind of life from the start

This is all the more reason for Kindlin to rush into Birch's arms when she gets back home tbh She sees how Enya treats them and it reminds her so much of Birch and how she would hold her like that, like she was the most precious thing in the world. Jealousy fades to homesickness and she's missing her flower mom and the smell of baked goods in no time

Of course Enya, being a mom herself, picks up on the vibe and let's go of the boys to hug her too She whispers a thank you in Kindlin's ear for being in Braise's life and Kindlin just hugs back and tears up. She never felt this wanted or loved as a kid, not until she stumbled upon that cake shaped building. She wished she could go back in time just so she could tell herself how everything would be ok and she would matter, and she would love and be loved.

I can see them having a good time celebrating after that, making a good meal and Kindlin even baking something and sharing the recipe when Enya falls love with the treats lol

At some point they're all sat at the table, them sharing stories about growing up there, and the holidays they celebrated before at that same table. Of course Kindlin feels a little out of place, especially when they ask her about how her family celebrates and she responds by telling them she doesn't really celebrate fire holidays because she's the only fire person in her family and they'd already given her everything, she couldn't ask them to celebrate things that didn't mean anything to them. She says it's actually the first time she's celebrated this with anyone in years, and they kind of look at her with suprise. Braise brings up the point that he met Birch and that lady would literally do anything for her, and she should bring it up because this kind of stuff is part of who they are. She just nods and remains quiet the rest of the dinner But braise sees how she reacted and makes sure to let her know she's being included whether she liked it or not, because she's part of the family.

He had a few suspicions about her not telling the whole truth about her life, but won't push her about it. He knows if she wants to tell him she will so for now just makes sure to remind her they're family and always were even if they didn't know about each other until now .

Meanwhile, Cirrus is struggling to feel comfortable in fire land, hard for her to do so when all the beds and iron grills, the food is extra, extra spicy to the point she can't consume it, and the air there has very little moisture. Every time she's about to ask if they could go back home. she sees Kindlin's with her brother and her smiling face, "…yeah it's worth it."

Birch is very much enjoying her time with her grandbabies back home. Kindlin wanted to visit fire land to get a feel for it before bringing the kids

Oof Kindlin and Cirrus getting ready for bed the first night they're staying And Kindlin out of nowhere hugs her tight and starts to cry She's so mixed up about how to feel about everything She doesn't say anything or look at Cirrus, just holds her close, softly hiccuping every so often. She usually doesn't do stuff like that, but she just couldn't hold it back

Cirrus was just about to ask how long she planned on staying there until she got hugged. She has no idea why she’s so sad now when she looked so happy just a few minutes ago. So she holds and asks what’s wrong

Don't be sorry for THIS

Kindlin pulls away and wipes her eyes quickly, then smiled at Cirrus as they continued to fall anyways "Nothing my love. Absolutely nothing." She smiles through the tears and pulls her in to kiss her nose.

Cirrus doesn't want to pry too much, so she just holds her while she's asleep. (and doesn't get any sleep because she's basically a cloud on a BBQ bed)

When Kindlin notices the toll being there takes on her she wraps up the visit early She really likes this new part of her life but nothing is more important to her than the love of her life. She would never forgive herself for letting Cirrus get sick

Enya is sad to see them go, but she gives them both the biggest hug and tells them that they're welcome anytime.

Kindlin picks Cirrus up to carry her to the ship, insisting that she conserve her energy and moisture as much as possible until they're back on the open sea and it's more humid again

Braise thinks they're so cute together and actually really likes Cirrus when they meet. He's always been very family focused so seeing how she made Kindlin so happy made him happy.

Cirrus is happy to be back home and with her kids, she later suggests that her brother and the family comes to they're place for the next visit.

That's funny I was literally just thinking they'd probably pop in for a surprise visit when they come to see Braise during his break

Imma go ahead and say he's in culinary school cus his name XD A passion for food runs in the family I guess lol

Oof So I'm thinking at some point braise and Birch are alone waiting for Kindlin to get back and they get to talking And he says something about how Birch must've had the time of her life raising a rambunctious little fire kid.

Birch doesn't realize he doesn't know what actually happened and let's it be known she didn't meet Kindlin until she was already 17. He's utterly confused about this and asks her what she meant. Kindlin had told him a different story.

Birch feels bad telling him about it, but at the same time she felt it might help him understand things better. No backing out after that. She still didn't know all the details herself, since anytime she tried kin would close up. But she did tell him about how she was alone for a long time before she started coming to the bakery and volunteering.

Braise is left with the worst feeling in his chest after that. '*she… she had it so rough, and here I am flaunting my happy life in her face- it explains so much, why she never talks about them… *'

When Kindlin came back smiling with grocery bags in hand he got up and rushed over to hug her tight, not letting her even set things down. She was utterly confused and looked at Birch for an answer, but Birch just looked away, feeling bad now for sharing something so personal.

[minkmousesworld]

Now I wouldn't say it's necessarily a worshipper Tanjiro. (But it does have implied yandere as how devoted Tanjiro develops slowly through out his youth to their little mischievous god < 33 )

The family isn't "devoted" to their god, but they make occasional offerings and small thanks you to the fox statue in front of their door.

Young Tanjiro who asked once about why don't they devote more to the fox in their doorstep. Tanjiro who learns that their God is kind and understanding, that God had ask them to not waste such precious food and only worship if should they ever need it.

Tanjiro, who learned, that the God seems to enjoy a bowl of rice and dumplings <33. Of course Tanjiro pouted and gently scolded at the statue that it's not nice to steal food that wasn't near it's statue in the first place, he could have sworn he heard a distant laughter but shook it off as the wind.

Tanjiro who felt sad at the poor state the statue was in, almost crumbling to dust. Determined, Tanjiro learned what he could to perfectly carve a new statue for the God and he couldn't help but feel as if the new statue was actually looking at him with adoration and happiness. Maybe he was just tired after working on it for so long, but ...he couldn't help but feel proud.

Tanjiro who leaves a bit more offerings to the statue, offering small pieces of his food. Tanjiro's small moment of surprise when he saw a white fox underneath the fox statue. He couldn't help but feel as if this fox....was different, the way it watched him and responded to him as if it knew what he was saying....

The way the fox often returns with meat in its mouth, helping Tanjiro not always descend down the mountain to make sure everyone has their fill <33. Tanjiro leaves an bowl of tofu and definitely was met with an alarming mount of flowers in his bed.

Hehe

- kitsune anon

precious bby,,,,, foxking feeds us the best food and we are grateful for it...

warnings: interspecies relationship, unhealthy behaviour (worshipping, mention of consensual blood drinking), animal behaviour

the part after "nsfw" has mild sexual content (masturbation, wet dreams, unintentional voyeurism, mention of breeding / unprotected sex, mention of dirty talk)

I wanted to start from the beginning, but then I decided that I would answer in parallel, otherwise everything starts to look sloppy </3

{ 🦊 } humancub just makes such a cute face, like a little fox, when he notices that the food is gone; such a charming change of waiting for food, bewilderment, mild shock and then realization, because for some reason the statue looked different than a few minutes earlier, although he knows how it looked before — he wanted to sit down and eat next to it!

and you, of course, did not really mean that you would steal the food; altogether, you wanted to return it after a little trick, just to remind a cute human cub that he should not consider the Fox Deity as "kind and understanding" simply because of the lack of interest in stealing from people — that other deities experience. after all, you are not "kind and sweet" — you are cunning and hidden, always doing what you want from your own desires, and not from the concepts of good and evil.

... but when he makes that adorable facial expression, gently scolding you, only to then say that he hopes you at least enjoyed this meal, and now you can take it as a sign of his gratitude, and your heart almost melts.

you will have such an understanding person in the future, ah, if you could, you would bite his cheek, like a dumpling, which you can now eat with a clear conscience, knowing that the human cub will not be upset. so naive and pure, even too much, but you don't mind — as long as he is in your possession, you will make sure that he will not be hungry, even if you eat all the buns.

so cute and silly.

{ 🦊 } and you are not sure whether he understands this or not, and for some reason you simultaneously long for him to understand and not understand why the foliage so playfully escapes him, or why he is so driven when he is looking for edible mushrooms or berries — you are not playing favoritism, you are above it, but you can't help but feel an incomprehensible desire for this tiny humancub to continue to believe in you and hope for you.

deities live as long as there are those who know them and who believe in them — and the stronger they are, the more they believe in them.

and maybe it's just selfish, maybe your time has really come, and soon the only thing that will remind you of you is an old statue and memories like rituals. you will only have to become a white fox again, wandering and guarding until there are those who believe in you again, or until you disappear.

this is the price of divinity — as there is no ruler without subjects, so there is no deity without worshippers. if you can't make them believe in you and hope for your mercy, then you won't stand up to the competition.

in the end, you're just being selfish — but that's okay, you're not one of the good deities, and you shouldn't worry about that.

but the thought of him worshipping someone else is like a blunt knife stabbing into you.

when he brings you buns with berry filling, you can't bring yourself to eat more than one — although he coos softly that he cooked them himself, including for you. and not because you are "so capricious and chaotic."

you just feel that something important inside you is getting thinner.

{ 🦊 } the human cub, Tanjirou, is so naive and pure, like a spirit of kindness preparing for ascension. even if years go by, he is still the same child — catching every leaf you understand with his eyes, secretly worshipping you with this strange gesture with his hands and thanking you when he manages to find food or catch an animal, even if you know that you are not involved in this in any way — and you are sure that he knows it too, but for some reason he thanks you from the bottom of his heart.

as if he really is your worshipper.

but you don't have worshippers — this contradicts the whole concept that you have created for those who are looking for your help and support. people are independent, — just like you, — without being tied down and caring about what you will do or think about their actions. but whenever he worships you, an almost electric current runs through your body. and the longer he lives, the stronger the feeling, as if every year he only becomes stronger in his admiration and worship.

and you don't know if it scares you or makes you excited.

it's nice — but it contradicts what you taught your people. you protect them and give them, because that's what a defender should do — but they are independent in everything else; they think about their survival, you only help.

therefore, they only give you offerings when they need serious help. and you give them non-indirect help only when they ask you. you want to coo so that he stops looking at your statue like that, or thanking you, or behaving as if you really are a full-fledged deity, full of a desire to help and comfort, and not a casual observer who has taken responsibility for a large warm family.

but you are just a white fox who has become a deity. you are not who he thinks you are. you're just a trickster who likes to be independent and watch out.

but Tanjirou talks about you so passionately, unlike other family members, that you feel strangely sweet.

you can't help but indulge him, even if you know that you have to save your strength if you don't want to be powerless. and when he whispers his gratitude enthusiastically, looking at the food with shining eyes, you don't even feel sorry.

{ 🦊 } ... but you begin to feel so light and delightful when you see a new statue — when you feel it, you know that it is yours, that it is dedicated to you and for you, that he has devoted all this time and effort to you.

and you're playing favoritism. you played favoritism even when he was a cub, but now, already young and warm — you highlight him so much that you would blush, shyly covering yourself with your tails, if someone saw it. how much does he adore you, how devoted is he to you, that he is even ready for this? the statue looks so good, as if it is alive, even if inept — but real, created out of desire and emotions.

and your heart can't help but beat– harder?– when he looks at you with such a proud and warm look, like a lover, and you can't help but reciprocate. you make him stand out so much — maybe it's just the consequences of the new statue, you are so inspired and soft that you can't help but want to kiss him, as people do when they are in love.

this is completely against your rules.

you want to bite his cheeks like buns.

when was the last time you felt so majestic and powerful?

he didn't disappoint you. the one who was a tiny cub and gently scolded you for eating his food, or shared dreams with you, asking you to help him, but now has become the one who helped you.

{ 🦊 } are you all right? you definitely aren't. appearing under a statue in the form of a white fox to snuggle up to his feet, even if Tanjirou is clearly confused and shy when you do so. so precious. you are still under emotions, under strong emotions, but you yap, allowing him to stroke you between the ears and scratch your fur.

he is young, has just reached the age of marriage, and he needs to find a pretty spouse — and, of course, you are ready to help him with this. this is the only thing you can do to thank the only one who has started to worship you sincerely.

the new statue is like a living one.

the deity blesses those who are kind to them and the living is righteous.

you bring him prey; rubbing against his legs and arms like a cat, even if you are sure that foxes are definitely not cats. but he doesn't mind — warm, affectionate and gentle, are there any spouse in the world who are worthy of him? it's going to be a long search.

I've heard that some deities have helpers... If you're an helper, can you tell them how much I love them? they're so wonderful... I would like to see them at least once, even if it costs me my life.

“there's something wrong with you” you would have thought earlier.

“of course my favorite worshipper” you yap now when he strokes you.

Tanjirou's hands are tender, slightly calloused, and warm —;and you want to squeeze and bite them so much, as if something is wrong with you. "they're so wonderful"? too cloying; a little more, and you may not be able to stand it and take him as your husband yourself!

... nsfw

{ 🦊 } but Tanjirou, whom you catch one day touching himself, whining your name — and although you are almost ready to take it for blasphemy (playfully, of course!), but then you realize that he is sleeping, whining about you being gentle with him, and sweetly moaning, even if you are clearly not sweet and patient in a dream, and you don't know what to do — should you wake him up or leave everything as it is, because you don't really want to listen to it, but at the same time for some reason you want to stay and find out what exactly he is fantasizing about.

it's something dirty, it's definitely something dirty, and you shouldn't enjoy so much that some person thinks about you like that, even if it's him, but his face is so wet and rosy, and he's even slightly drooling, squeezing his hips, clearly not being close to orgasm yet. usually soft and innocent, but turns out to be so, — pfh, — vicious, only dreaming about how you will take him one day?

thinking that you will breed his delicate body?

kufufu, you're not like that — you're definitely not like that... you just want to make sure nothing serious happens until he cums by stopping saying those dirty words.

[spookyoat]

What breakfast foods I think the slashers would eat

I am pretty new to posting about the slashers, so I apologize in advance for any errors. On that note, I would love to hear your thoughts on what you think our beloved slashers would eat!

Michael Myers:

Only sugary cereals for this slasher

Michael LOVES those halloween-themed monster cereals

specifically the franken berry flavor

he would definitely go the store and buy out the entire stock

since they're seasonal, Michael can and will hoard them so he can eat them year-round

he will eat, at the minimum, two to three bowls over the course of the day

Jason Voorhees:

Jason likes waffles and pancakes

he is especially fond of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup because they remind him of how his mother used to make them for him as a child

he doesn't actually need food to live, but he still eats since it reminds him of good childhood memories

don't forget a side of bacon!

he does own an old, beat up waffle maker

makes waffles and pancakes from scratch

Asa Emory (The Collector):

the more nutritious and filling the breakfast, the more likely it is that you'll find Asa eating it

he likes to stay in shape, so there will be very little indulgence of sugary foods and drinks

if he has time in the mornings, Asa will cook up an high-end omelet along with veggies, fruits, and toast

if he doesn't have much time, oatmeal with bananas and almonds or a poppy seed bagel

the one thing he actually indulges in is coffee and tea

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull):

Jesse is a busy man and is always traveling, so he has to have breakfast on the go

English muffins and croissants are his go-tos

Jesse also enjoys breakfast sandwiches and wraps

he will stop at the nearest bakery and spend the limited amount of time he has browsing the pastry display

May or may not have a Starbucks addiction

Thomas Hewitt:

family meals are of utmost importance to the Hewitts, and breakfast is no exception

Bacon and sausage are ALWAYS on the menu

Thomas only ever eats savory breakfasts unless Luda Mae decides to make something sweet

he does like scrambled eggs and buttered toast, too

the simpler the food, the better

Brahms Heelshire:

the absolute PICKIEST eater out of all the slashers

Brahms will throw a fit if his PB & J is sliced correctly or if the crust isn't cut off

although picky, he does appreciate the thought and effort that goes behind making his breakfast

Enjoys yogurt with granola and fruit as well as nutella-strawberry crepes

as a special treat, make him funfetti pancakes with whipped cream on top

Vincent Sinclair:

unlike Brahms, Vincent will eat just about anything

that being said, Vincent does has a soft spot for muffins and cinnamon rolls

whenever he's not working on his wax sculptures, he enjoys experimenting in the kitchen

his favorite creations are carmel apple muffins, lemon pound cake muffins, and pumpkin cinnamon buns

he takes joy in sharing his breakfast treats with his brothers (Lester loves it, and Bo acts indifferent, but he secretly cherishes these moments)

Bo Sinclair:

Bo spends most of his time at the gas station or working on his truck, so whatever food is closest to him will suffice

it could be a week-old pack of jerky, a beer, one of Vincent's baked goods, leftovers at the back of the fridge, or all of the above

he claims to not care for sweets (his brothers know otherwise)

if Bo wants something specific, he will always choose sausage and eggs

Lester Sinclair:

Lester loves donuts

usually tries a different type of donut each day

Raspberry jelly donuts are his Achilles heel

Lester practically begs for Vincent to try his hand at making donuts from scratch for him

Billy Lenz:

Billy is a vacuum when it comes to food

he will eat ANYTHING even if it's not supposed to be edible

expect him to raid the fridge early in the morning (I'm talking around 3 to 5) and stuff his face like he's never eaten in his life

but he does go hours and even days without food, so this behavior makes sense

make a big breakfast just for him, and he will be forever grateful and obsessed with you

Billy Loomis:

breakfast wraps, sandwiches or pizzas are what you'll find Billy eating in the morning if he's in a good mood

if not, he probably won't eat at all

he's more likely to snack on things throughout the day rather than to sit down for a meal

movie foods, such as m&ms, popcorn, nachos and pretzels, are among his favorite things to snack on

Stu Macher:

poptarts are Stu's lifeblood

will inhale poptarts toasted, frozen or straight from the wrapper, it doesn't matter to him

he likes the fruity kinds (just like him), but will occasionally indulge in one of the chocolaty flavors

you can find Stu eating these anytime and anywhere

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi Aine! How are you?? I hope you're doing well♡ Idk if I'm late, but congratulations on having 1.k followers! You deserve it so much after all of the headcanons and one-shots you have done, all of the fluffy headcanons and one-shots never failed to lighten up my day♡ I know you have alot of requests waiting, but can I request the BC boys(captains) finding out that they're actually not having one but two babies? I hope you're doing great and taking care of yourself, I really love you so much, thank you for making smile and laugh♡♡♡

Hello lovely bby, thank you for the love and compliment for my work (｡ﾉω＼｡) Thank you for waiting for me after such a long time.. I'm finally here with your requests! I'm glad that my works cheer you up! <3

Also, since I only take 3 characters, I'll randomly pick 3 captains and if they're not the ones you're asking for, you could send your request in again (๑꧆◡꧆๑)

Also lovely bby, I've done quite a few pregnancy HCs, you can check those out too! :3

Nozel | William | Jack x f! reader

TW: pregnancy, twins, giving birth, mentions of abortion

Nozel Silva

This man was already excited that you were going to be pregnant again. but at the same time he was also a little worried, because he didn't really have a smooth pregnancy for your first.

"Congratulations Captain Silva, it seems to be that Mrs Silva is expecting twins instead of one baby!"

Nozel was dumbfounded. He was overjoyed but he was worried it would be too taxing for your body.

He was a little anxious and made sure you went to all your checks and also spent a fortune on pregnancy things like pregnancy bolster, maternity wear, pregnancy cushion, pregnancy massage, pregnancy spas.. the list goes on.

You were glowing from head to toe with everything your husband has prepared. He also took more time off to take care of you and d/n, your first born.

He ordered maids and servants to accompany you to exercise to strengthen your body, your meals were jammed packed with nutrition that you gained a considerable amount of weight.

You had to stop you husband when you were 5 months into pregnancy.

"Honey, you have to stop being so uptight, stress is not good for the baby, be it from the mom or dad.."

"I'm not stressed honey," you could see the dark eye circles under his eyes. "I'm just... worried for you. What if it's too much for you..? I don't want you to hurt yourself."

He was over protective ever since you were badly injured in a battle years ago, so he did not want to go through the trauma of losing you again.

"I'll be okay with everything you prepared for me, let's take it easy alright?"

You had to really kick your husband back to work to keep his mind off things. Having the nanny by your side was maybe better.

William Vangeance

Man was overjoyed when he heard the news, "instead of 1 mini you, we're having two mini yous! How cute!"

"It could be a mini you~" you reminded him lovingly.

"whatever it is, I hope they're like their mommy, strong and kind." he would kiss your forehead.

He would pamper you with everything, everything you wanted, every craving you had, every mood swings you went through, he would go through it all with you.

When you belly got bigger and bigger, he would use his magic to support you, so it wouldn't be too tough for you.

Would pick you and drop you everywhere you went, or else he would send someone to do so.

Also helps you wear your shoes because you cannot see your feet anymore. You're not allowed to bend to pick up anything in case you fall over.

Helps you scrub your back whenever possible. Of course he does your hair. He already does that when you were just dating.

Encourages you to exercise more for a smoother delivery, he would accompany you as well, without doubt.

He has already thought of their names when you were just 4 months pregnant. But he could not decide until the very moment he saw them.

Would be happy regardless of their gender.

He was slightly worried because it was your first pregnancy and you already had to deal with twins, but he spoke to a lot of professionals and read lots of books to help you as much as possible.

If you had to go through a c sect to be safer, then he would ask you to choose the safer option, even though it would be better to have natural delivery. Your safety is priority in this.

Jack the Ripper

Is the most distressed out of the 3 because he wasn't confident to be a good father. And now? He had to be a good father to TWO kids at once.

He has just started to learn to be a good husband and has barely grabbed the ropes. And hell, he has zero knowledge about pregnancy.

He would put his ego down and attend courses with you. Although he would ask a hell lot of weird questions like "can a pregnant lady eat cherry tomatoes?" or "will bugs affect the baby?"

You know that he was sincere and that he just has innocent but quirky thoughts. That was your Jack.

Listened to lot of horror stories of how tough it is to carry twins and how some mothers die or the babies die and how some mothers go into depression and this captain is scared as hell.

He would really come to you to ask if you wanted to give birth at all. And he would pour out his entire emotions one day, about how he would never know how to take care of the kids if you weren't around.

You had to give him a cuddle session to soothe his anxiety.

"i'll take good care of myself, and let's leave the rest up to god"

He would ask you to sign up for 101 courses.

"Bugs, there's a course on how to do cpr for pregnant ladies, do you think I should attend?"

"Lovebug, there's a swim course for pregnant ladies, should i sign you up?"

"Jack, I already signed for a Yoga one yesterday..."

He would ask if you need so many things even before the baby was born.

"Jack, why do we need the baby walker now?" You would go through his list of order before he placed the orders. "And do we need like 20 milk bottles for 2 babies?"

This poor bug was just trying his best to be a good hubby and dad, just help him out a little. When the kids are born, he would probably have tears in his eyes.

-end-

[finelinevogue]

the fact that Y/N has post natal depression Is somewhat refreshing idk I just don't see it talked about much on here and if it is it's like Hella angsty and the partner doesn't understand what it is but I was wondering if u could touch on it a bit more cause it's something I'm really scared about happening to me and I just want harry to hold me and tell me it's going be okay 😚😚😚😚

P.s. if u don't wanna it's understandable

anon: can u write about harry helping y/n through her ppd maybe like the 3rd time was so bad that h decide that he won’t be having more children

so this was requested twice so i would love to be able to write this for you both, hope this is okay - mind it’s heavily angsty!;

tw: vomiting, ppd and od

oli - 4, felix - 3, belle - 12 weeks

Motherhood was really fucking hard.

The birth of your newly born daughter, Isabella, had really taken a back pedal on your mental health. You had suffered with post natal depression after the birth of your two sons, but nothing as bad as this.

It had hit you around the 7 week mark after giving birth. The pregnancy itself was okay, even though she was slightly premature, but it was after you’d taken her home that it’d all spiralled downhill. It started with complications with her breastfeeding - like she was rejecting the milk that you had produced. It hurt to see her reject you and your body, finding more comfort in drinking from a pre-made milk bottle as her dad rocked her to sleep. You recall the evening so clearly and felt like an utter failure as you watched her drink a bottle of formula for the first time.

“Ssh ssh,” Harry cooed to your 7 week old daughter as he rocked her in his arms on the rocking chair in her nursery. She was whining because she was hungry, but the problem was that she wasn’t accepting your milk. She hadn’t been accepting your milk all day and now it was becoming dangerous for you to keep on saying ‘Oh i’ll just try later.’ Harry had told you to make a formula bottle for her. “Mummy’s coming.”

As much as you didn’t want to, you were walking back to the nursery with a warm bottle in your hands. You’d tested it on your hand to make sure it wasn’t too hot and then taken a sip to taste it, out of jealousy, and you thought that it didn’t taste any different to you. Then again you’re not a 7 week old human whose only date is milk.

“Look here’s mummy with your yummy milk, okay? Look Belles!” Harry cooed at his darling angel and you only wished he wasn’t as happy for her as he was.

“Yeah.” You spoke softly, handing him the bottle and standing nearby, part of you hoping that she would reject this too and she wasn’t just rejecting you.

But no, she drank the formula like it was her last meal.

“Such a sweet girl, aren’t you?” Harry praised her, watching her in awe as she kept on drinking the formula. Watching as she was drinking to become the strong girl you knew she’d become. It just hurt that it wasn’t you that could help her become that.

You felt powerless. Worthless, even. The one thing that you had carried the weight of your breasts around to do and you couldn’t even do it. Your nipples were so sore and your breasts ached so badly and it was all for nothing. Perhaps it was punishment for being such a bad mum. Perhaps you’d never been good enough for this job and it was your bodies way of shutting you down forever. You wouldn’t need the ability to produce milk anymore, because you weren’t worth the title of becoming one again. You wanted to be happy for your little one, seeing her happy but all you felt was rejection and sadness. She didn’t think you were good enough to be her mum and that really hurt.

Along with the breastmilk problem, Belle also became very stubborn when you wanted to change her nappy. Anytime you tried to change and help her she put up a fuss, kicking her legs and sometimes she would bite or hit you away. It was just a reminder that you weren’t a good enough mum for her and that she didn’t feel safe enough around you. She didn’t find comfort in your presence and she was so fussy about what you did around her. With Harry, though, she was an angel. She loved him so much and obviously he made her feel so loved and safe - something you’d clearly never be able to give her.

There was also the chores of being a mother to your other two sons too. Oli and Felix were old enough to understand that they had a baby sister, but they weren’t old enough to understand how miserable you were. Harry wasn’t even able to figure it out yet. You tried your best to put on your bravest face, knowing that your family needed you to be strong but the truth was that you were crumbling on the inside. You were feeling less and less like yourself and you were waiting for the moment when you’d completely fall apart. Nothing felt right anymore. Everything was just numb.

“You two boys okay?”

You walked into the children’s playroom see that they were sat at the little table colouring in. Felix’s little legs dangled slightly, whereas Oli’s legs touched the floor and it made your heart swell at how big they were both getting.

“Yep!” Oli cheered, scribbling with his left hand as his tiny tongue stuck out from his lips as he concentrated - a habit passed onto him from his father.

“What are you both drawing?” You asked, coming over and kneeling on the floor beside them and having a peek at their drawings.

“We’re colouring for daddy.” Felix answered, some of the words not being pronounced properly due to his young lisp and lack of being taught how to say things correctly yet.

His words stung though. You appreciated that he was only a toddler and he meant nothing evil or malicious by it, but it hurt to think that maybe, just maybe, your sons were doing this for their dad because he did so much more for them than you did. Of course you tried to be the best mum you could, but maybe you weren’t doing enough. Maybe you weren’t meant to be a mum after all, or at least not a good one.

“O-oh,” you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes because your boys looked so proud at their artwork - and you should be too. “Tell me about them then, my loves.”

Oli went first, “So this is me and this is Oli and this is dad. It’s us playing football like we did the other day, mummy.” He pointed out to each of the figures, some looking actually quite terrifying but you’d never have the heart to tell him that. The figures were all holding hands though and it hurt to think that you weren’t a part of that.

“Oh that’s so good Ols!” you rubbed his head of hair and then turned to Felix’s, “What about you Fix?”

“I drew daddy as the best.” He pointed to a trophy that the figure - more like a stick-man-slenderman - was holding, which was decorated with the award of ‘my hero’.

“I told him to write hero, mummy.” Oli added, and you smiled at both of them.

“Well done. Good job both of you. Daddy will love these!” You only wished that they would draw something for you. You hated to think that you were being petty, but honestly you just wanted to feel loved. “Shall I go cut up some apple for a snack, hey?” You asked, trying to feel useful.

“Daddy is making us smoothies!” Felix answered and you had to stand up, up and away from their heigh, so they didn’t catch the tears in your eyes.

“Okay! Don’t forget to give him those pictures - he’ll love those.” You praised them and they both giggled to each other.

The sight of your sons laughing should’ve made you so happy, but it only reminded you that you weren’t the source of their happiness. You weren’t on their mind enough to be their inspiration for drawings. You definitely weren’t their hero. You were just a woman to them, not a mum. You wanted to be so much more but it was clear that they didn’t need you. They were loved by their dad and each other, not in need of your heart.

Eventually Belle settled down and was sleeping better through the night, leaving you and Harry to much more peaceful nights sleep. Well, just Harry.

You had found it near impossible to get to sleep now. You lay awake at night wondering when Belle would next wake up, wondering when she’d next need you. Harry was always quick out of bed though, even if he actually was sleeping, to help her ordering you to stay in bed and rest yourself. You couldn’t help feel like he was telling you to stay put because he knew you wouldn’t be able to do your job properly - and you started to believe him.

You’d found yourself getting jealous of those that could get to sleep. When you were walking down the road you’d judge a person by how much sleep they looked like they got last night. You definitely looked like you only had 2 hours - even when you’d only had 37 minutes but who’s counting? Your dark circles were heavily noticeable, but no one cared enough to ask. Even Harry stayed clear of you more and more often; spending more time with the kids than you and sleeping on his side of the bed instead of yours at nighttime.

There had been one evening where you had been so restless that Harry had gotten so frustrated and left the room, with a blanket and a pillow, and slept on the couch. You’d never felt so much like a burden than that night. Your family was rejecting you and you felt like a failure. You were a success at failing in everything. The meals you cooked went half eaten by everyone because you would’ve forgotten to add a key ingredient. The children preferred to spend more time playing with their dad because you weren’t energised enough to play the games they wanted to. Your daughter still rejected your milk. It was all too much and you just wanted one nights peace for it to change.

Last night had been that night.

Fuck these were so addicting. You were finally getting the sleep that you so badly craved, only with the help of tablets.

You wanted the sleep because that was the one place you could escape to. You needed that escape to help you get out of bed the next morning. Life was too hard for you to not dream, and without dreaming you didn’t want life.

It started off with taking one every night before bed, but then they stopped working again, so you started taking two, then three. Four was obviously where your body hit its limit.

“Mummy? Can you come tuck me in please?” Oli asked, little toy giraffe in hand and shaking you in hopes of waking you up to send him peacefully off to sleep.

You’d gone to bed a bit earlier tonight, lying saying that you were extremely exhausted. Harry said he would be able to handle things and that’s when you excitedly ran upstairs to take your pills; 4 of them. You’d made it into your bed, feeling slightly drowsy after completing your nighttime routine, but then you started to feel unwell and really ill. Before you’d passed out you’d stuck your fingers down your throat in hopes to make the feeling in your stomach disappear, but it ended up you throwing up all over the bed and pass out right there.

“Mummy! Wake up!” Oli rattled your back, but you were still unresponsive.

Oli padded out of the room and down to his sisters room where he knew his dad was. Belle was being extra fussy this evening and Harry suspected it had everything to do with you retiring early. He heard Oli come into the room just as he’d gotten Belle down.

“Y’alright buddy?” Harry whispered, tip-toeing out of Belle’s room, leaving the door open slightly, and crouched down in front of him.

“No. Mummy’s not waking up.” Oli pouted, rubbing a tired fist over his eye.

“She’s probably in dreamland, bud. She was really tired today.”

“She’s really tired all of the times.”

“I know, Ol.” Because Harry did know, but he was too much of a coward to face up to the problem. The doctors had said that post natal depression can strengthen with every birthed child, but he was too blind sighted by the fact that you’d overcome the first birthed post natal depression so quickly, and was so in love with his baby girl, that he didn’t truly see how bad things had gotten. Harry had tried giving you some space, distancing himself from you in bed and spending more time with the kids so you could relax and rest up, but nothing seemed to be working. He was surprised, actually, that you’d been having better sleep recently and so was hopeful that maybe the worst of the depression was over.

Hell, was he so wrong.

“Go to bed, bud okay? I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Wake mummy up so she can give me a kiss.”

“I’ll try little man, alright?” Harry scuffed his sons hair and then watched him walk off to his room.

Harry walked into your dark room, the air smelling slightly sour, and walked around to your side of the bed. He sat down next to you sighed heavily. He needed to speak to you, no matter how tired or angry you’d be with him. He was losing you as a wife and a mother and a soulmate and a lover. He was just losing you, just as you were losing yourself and he was doing tip-toeing around the problem any longer. He was going to try and make this better. He was going to better understand how you were feeling in order to help you.

“Baby?” He spoke softly, nudging you gently, “Baby wake up.” No response. “Y/N, my love? Wake up for me darling, need to speak with you.” Normally you would’ve stirred by now but there was still nothing. “Y/N?” Harry shook you a bit more urgently now - one that would surely wake even the deepest of sleepers. “Y/N!” He shouted, perhaps a bit too loudly for the comfort of his children.

He turned you over and that’s when he knew this was very, very, bad.

Your face was pale grey and your mouth was covered in the remains of vomit, and he suddenly understood the gross sour smell from before. Your hair was greasy and stuck all in the wet sick all over your face. Your eyes were puffy from the remains of tears. You looked dead.

“No, no, no. Y/N! No you don’t.” Harry’s eyes starting weeping and he couldn’t think straight. He checked your pulse on your wrist and timed it - it was unhealthily faint. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were in your last beats of your heart. His tears and sobs were uncontrollable, but he had to be both strong for you and his children, as well as for him. “Fuck sake pull yourself together Harry. Okay, baby hold on please. Okay? You don’t get to leave me like this, you hear me? I love you so much, baby. Fuck i’m so sorry.” He gently placed your head back down on the pillow and pulled out his phone.

999

“What’s your emergency?”

“I need a-an ambulance p-please. I-I think my wife i-is dying.”

The rest of it was a blur for Harry. Him trying to wake you up. The ambulance arriving. Oli and Felix crying when they saw you being carried away on a stretcher. Belle’s deafening screams. Harry’s heart beating for the both of you.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was the rhythmic beeping sounds that woke you up.

Your whole body felt achey and sore, your head a pounding mess. You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting them to the light of the room. You expected to see the family photo on the wall opposite you and the white of your curtains, but you were met with a heart-monitor machine and a hospital bed instead. You looked down at your body and noticed a cannula in your arm, making you squirm because you hated stuff like that so much. Your nose had a tube running inside it too, feeding you the oxygen your lungs weren’t receiving properly.

It then dawned on you how you weren’t in the room alone. You saw a sleeping Anne and Gemma on the chairs in the far corner, with Felix and Oli tucked against their sides - Anne with Oli and Felix with Gemma. It was so cute to see them so cuddled up close. They looked peaceful. You took note of the baby pram that was at the end of your bed, most likely playing bed to your beautiful daughter. Your mind felt lost. You can’t really remember what had happened, apart from taking four of those sleeping pills. You fully remember the weight of feeling worthless and useless as both a mum and a wife, though, and that feeling was still very prominent.

Your eyes lastly landed to the side of you, where Harry was sat but also laid on your bed. The top of half of his body laid upon the bed, his head buried onto this arm deep within the bed, whilst his bottom stayed rooted to the chair. His hand was holding yours tightly, which was a sign that he wasn’t asleep. You were so scared to face him though. You had failed him, again and again and you weren’t sure whether you could be enough for him anymore. Enough for your family anymore.

You squeezed his hand three times saying ‘I love you.’

“Y/N,” He whispered so hoarsely, but you were so focused on him to even catch it. He looked ruined, and you’d done that to him. His eyes were dark and tired, but also red and puffy from where he’d been crying. His hair was a mess and you could tell it hadn’t been washed in a while. How long had you been out for? You felt rested in your sleep, but not in your mind or your heart.

“I—” Your breathe got caught in your throat, but you persevered to finish your words. He deserved to here them. “I’m sorry.” You were whispering so you didn’t disturb anyone else in the room.

“No, stop it. I’m sorry baby.”

“Harry don’t, you don’t have anyt—”

“Stop yes I do I—”

“Harry please you don’t owe—”

“Y/N listen!” He cut the little volley-conversation and ordered you to just stop. You started crying when you saw that he was too. “Whatever you’re going to say, don’t. Whatever you’re thinking, stop it right now. Because I love you. Fuck, I do. I love you so much that when I found you unconscious in a pile of your own sick thinking you were dead, my only thought was that I wished it were me instead”.

“Harry, you don’t mean—”

“My god Y/N! You don’t get it, do you? I would do anything to switch places with you right now. I would suffer a thousand times over if it meant you were okay. I’d suffer in hell for you. Nobody else but you has ever made me feel like this. I married you because I love you and I want to wake up next to you every day of my beating hearts life. I chose to have children with you, because I knew how great of a mum you’d be and what beautiful people you’d help bring up into the world—”

“But i’m not.” You cut Harry short, trying to pull your hand away from him but he didn’t let you - only tightening his grip and pulling himself closer towards you. He was so close you could kiss him.

“Not what?” He asked, although he already knew the answer. You’d both had this conversation before, but you were both tired of it and were ready for it to be your last now.

“A good mum. I’m- i’m not a good mum or wife, Harry and i’m sorry.”

“I told you not say it and stop thinking it, because you’re completely wrong Y/N. You’re a good mother and a good wife, because you are a good person.”

“But i’m not great.” You whimpered, thinking back to the drawings your Oli and Felix had done. “I’m not the best.”

“But you don’t have to be, baby. You see our beautiful, healthy, happy and safe babies over there?” Harry turned to look at them, love in his eyes as in yours. “They wouldn’t be all those things, no matter how you feel about yourself, without you. I could never have brought them up to be half the people they are without you by my side, the way you make me a better person. You claim you don’t got this, but baby you’re already doing it and have been doing it for 5 years with our children and so much longer with me.”

“I’m just so fucked up Harry.” Your head tilted back on the pillow as you got heavily emotional over the situation.

Harry shook his head and moved his hand to cup the back of your neck, moving your head forwards until it met his. The touch of his skin against yours, no matter where and how small, made you feel alive and you’d missed him and that feeling so much. You missed loving him so much.

“Listen to me.” He ordered, keeping you still. “You are strong and you are brave Y/N Styles. No matter what you tell yourself I will be here every goddamn day of my life, if I have to, to remind you that you are worth more than your fucking weight in gold. You are my heart. You are my soul and the mother to my greatest achievements. I know they are yours too, just as I know I am your heart.

“You are.” You whispered so quietly under your breathe, but Harrys heart warmed when he caught you saying it. He knew though.

“Just let me love you. Let me be there for you. If you want medication then let’s do it, and i’ll be there for every step of the way. If you want to go to a rehabilitation centre for a bit, that’s okay we can—”

You shook your head and licked the tears away from your face. You were both such tearful messes, but the love between you was undeniable. “No, no please, no.”

“Okay, okay, love. We won’t. See, you’re okay. I promise, you’re okay. Stay with me, yeah? I’ll love you and keep you safe, just as you will me.”

“Promise.” You told him sincerely. He brought his lips to yours with that single word. He was so proud of your for being so brave and strong. He wishes he was half the person you were. His lips conveyed those thoughts of his and you could taste the love and passion burning through his heart and out on to his lips. He tasted like home. z he was home. Your lips smacked together messily, but you didn’t care because you loved each other too much and had kissed each other even more. Once you pulled back he stayed close to you, smiling at you with such awe. “I think.. I think I want to try medication please.”

Harry didn’t say ‘okay’ or ‘sure thing’, no. He said four words that meant more to you in that moment that any others in the universe. More than saying ‘I love you.’ Words that reminded you that not everything is okay and that sucks really bad, but you’re doing your best to get through it. It was a reminder that you had so many people who loved you and cared for you. It was a gun at the starting line symbolising that the journey ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but worth it.

“I’m proud of you.”

[xiaosmoon]

CAGED HEART — PROLOGUE

pairings: ayato & thoma x fem!reader

warnings: none!

link to series masterlist

note: ahhh!!! i can't believe i'm finally starting this series! grab a cup of tea and enjoy <3

The first thing you noticed about him were his piercing blue eyes. Eyes that held so much status and power, status and power you could only begin to imagine. He held himself with such a cool confidence. It wasn't loud or arrogant, it was subtle. You suppose that's what made Kamisato Ayato so intimidating and good at his work.

"You know, the quicker you finish your meal the quicker we can get out of here." His whisper sent chills down your spine, and not the good kind. You snap your neck to face the blue haired devil.

He wasn't wrong. Your family and his family were all dining and chatting together, excited about the marriage. His sister Ayaka was gushing to your aunt about how grand the wedding will be while your father was laughing away with his grandfather.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you. And who says I'm not enjoying myself?" Oh but you didn't need to, the distaste in your words and the furrowing in your eyebrows was enough to tell Ayato all he needed to know.

He didn't want this marriage anymore than you did but you don't see him making it anymore harder than it needs to be. Ayato only flashes the fakest smile to avoid making a scene before getting back to his dessert.

You sigh, pushing the sad pudding around with your spoon. Quite on the contrary, you're willing to do anything to leave this hell of a room. As you move your pudding around, you conspire a plan.

You "accidentally" spill some pudding onto your lap before letting out a gasp that caught everyone's attention.

"My dress! Apologies, I can be so clumsy. Please excuse me." You display an apologetic smile before wiping away what you can with a napkin. You begin to stand up, ready to bolt out of the room before Ayato wraps his hand around your wrist.

"I shall escort you. I doubt you know where the restroom is, right?"

Damn him. You snap your gaze down to his, trying to maintain your cool. You keep your fake sweet demeanor, reminding yourself there's an audience. "Of course."

Ayato excuses himself from the table as well, getting up from the floor. "We'll be back momentarily."

"Oh please," Ayato's grandmother waves her hand in the air. "Take your time, take your time!"

You're assuming there's a innuendo in her words, but you'd much rather not find out. Ayato keeps his hand wrapped gently around your wrist as he leads you out of the dinning room.

It wasn't until the two of you reached outdoors you snapped your hand away. "What's your problem?"

Ayato raised his eyebrows. "My problem? I haven't done anything."

"You didn't have to come with me. I wanted some fresh air and clearly you didn't get the hint."

Ayato crosses his arms. "I assure you I got the hint. I wanted some too."

You decide that you don't need to waste your time arguing with him. "I'm going to the restroom to actually clean up. I don't assume you need to follow me there too, do you?"

Ayato's eyes narrow. "Come back when you're done. Make it quick."

You don't spare him a second glance before heading for the restroom.

You didn't actually have to use the restroom of course, but anything to get you out of that stuffy room— and away from your soon to be fiancé.

The mere thought of calling him your fiancé put a distaste in your mouth. How could you be sold away so quickly? Did you truly mean nothing to your father? You shake off the thoughts, not wanting to spoil this evening any further. As you tread further and further, you realize you don't actually know where the restroom is.

"You look lost, can I help?"

The new voice caught you off guard. You snap your head in the direction of the source. A tall blond fellow stood a few feet away from you. His green eyes watched you carefully.

"Oh, I'm just looking for the restroom."

Thoma smiles, gesturing his hand to the building in front of him. "These are the outdoor ones, although judging by your attire I think you should be using the ones inside the estate."

"Oh, no no! Please, I'll use these ones." Your bashful reaction sent Thoma into even more confusion.

"I'm y/n by the way, I just arrived here tonight."

Thoma felt stupid for not realizing sooner. The daughter of one of the most powerful commissioners was standing before him and he didn't even know. Immediately, Thoma bowed down, asking for forgiveness.

"Please accept my humblest apologies m'lady, I had no idea!"

You quickly wave your hands frantically at him, walking closer to him. "Oh no, please don't! I promise I don't mind."

When Thoma rose from his bow, he realized how much closer you were to him. He finally got to notice your facial features much closely now.

The moonlight illuminated you just perfectly. Your traditional attire was undeniably beautiful, just making you stand out even more.

Thoma mentally slapped himself. He shouldn't— he couldn't be thinking about someone with such status like this.

"My name is Thoma. I work as the caretaker at the Kamisato estate, if you need any help please don't hesitate to ask me! I have to get going, but enjoy the rest of your time here."

You smile, thanking Thoma before entering the restroom. The rest of your time here? Thoma must not know about the engagement. In fact, you don't think Ayato has announced the engagement yet.

You walk into the restroom, freshening yourself up before staring into the mirror.

The stress and disgust you felt earlier washed away slowly. Something about the aura at this estate tells you that everything will be okay.

Right?

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dinners at diluc’s

kaeya & f!reader & diluc (NSFW)

5.5k words • ~40 min. read

summary: after lightheartedly joking about a threesome for the past few weeks, a drunken kaeya decides to shamelessly suggest that diluc should join in on all the fun.

warnings: alcohol, facefucking, double penetration, bondage, overstimulation, big dicked duo !!

notes: reader is in a relationship with kaeya before all this (kind of a sequel to this!) and thank you so much for 100 followers! i hope you enjoy this as a token of my appreciation <3

DINNERS AT DILUC’S MANOR used to be as rare as a sighting of a dragon in Mondstadt. Though, over the past few months, Diluc and Kaeya have been slowly rebuilding their previously severed bonds over weekly meals together in an effort to achieve some sort of reconciliation. It was mostly my idea, but I’m sure after all these years of unforgiving distance, they were secretly grateful I was the one to finally push them towards reunion. With the strong sense of pride and swelled ego they shared, they wouldn’t outwardly show it, of course.

 Despite the good progress they were finally making now, I won’t forget that it started as a painstaking process.

 At first, the meals were tense and rather snappy, the boys sarcastically ganging up on me for forcing them into a room together when they “clearly had nothing to say to each other,” as Diluc remarked during the first dinner. Kaeya had agreed with silence, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, impatiently waiting for the night to be over. All I could do was sigh and pray things would get better from there.

 But now Kaeya had a drink in his hand, one that was made personally by Diluc despite having kitchen staff who could’ve done it for him. The brothers were riding waves of laughter, reminiscing on good memories and inside jokes with grins planted on both of their faces. They bounced stories off of each other as if they were completing each other’s thoughts, their minds so in sync – just like they used to be when they were growing up together.

 My heart fluttered to see a look of genuine happiness on Kaeya’s face. I could tell he’s been wanting a moment like this, a moment to truly reconnect with his only family, for a long time. And one glance at Diluc told me he was thoroughly enjoying the night as well, his smile breaking the usual stoic façade he upheld. So even after the meal was already finished and the staff had cleared the table then went to their quarters for the night, I sat and listened to their stories despite being unable to contribute anything to the conversation. Even though it was getting late, how could I possibly interrupt this rare moment?

 Then Kaeya had swiftly downed his drink. So he asked for another. And another. Then we collectively moved from the dining room to the living room to warm up by the fireplace. Kaeya asked for another drink. Then one more.

 “Kaeya, don’t you think that’s enough to drink for tonight? We still have to walk home,” I gently reminded him, feeling bad for interrupting the conversation so suddenly. But it was getting extremely late. I was getting extremely tired and cranky for sitting around and doing nothing for the past few hours but mindlessly listen to the men talk.

 “I’m having so much fun, sweetheart. Just one more?” he teased me by making puppy eyes at me, “Please~?”

 “Kaeya...”

 “No need to worry about him, [Y/N],” Diluc politely waved off my request, “I could always walk you guys home – it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to drag him along after a night of drinking. Or better yet, you two can stay in the guest bed upstairs then return home tomorrow morning when he’s sobered up.”

 I placed a hand on Kaeya’s arm. “Would that be okay with you? If we spend the night in his guest bed? I’m rather exhausted.”

 “Guest bed? Why don’t we just spend the night in Diluc’s bed!” Kaeya’s words began slurring as he giggled, “Maybe we can have that lil’ threesome we’ve been talking about.”

 My mind snapped awake immediately, eyes widening as I nervously glanced to Diluc who also had his jaw slightly dropped in shock. “K-Kaeya, you really must watch what you’re saying–“

 “Aw, don’t act all shy now, sweetheart!” He took his eyes off of me to face Diluc, who was now clearly perplexed. I sat perplexed as well, unsure of how I was going to come up with an excuse for what he said. Because it was true. We had been lightheartedly talking about having a threesome lately. But mentioning it to Diluc of all people on such a wholesome night like this made my heart quickly sink. He must be appalled.

 “Diluc, I’m so sorry, you know he says too much when he’s drunk-“

 “No, no, but it’s true! ‘Luc, you wouldn’t believe how much we’ve been talking about fuckin’ around with an extra... fuckin’...” Kaeya’s face began to soften at the realization of his actions as his gaze turned to the floor. “Oh... shit.”

 The three of us sat to process what had just happened for a moment, the firewood softly crackling to fill the silence. I didn’t know if I was feeling embarassment, awkwardness, anxiety, or all of it at the same time. All I knew was that for some twisted reason, the sudden mention of our fantasy out loud to Diluc made my thighs slightly twitch in excitement without thinking. How in the world did I just get aroused? I internally shamed myself.

 Diluc was the first to break the silence. “So... how long have you been thinking about this again?”

 “Diluc!” I snapped at him, not wanting him to encourage the thought. But one look at him and I could tell he was dead serious about the matter. Embarassment definitely kicked in now through a blush that quickly crept up to my cheeks. Are we really going to discuss this right now?

 Kaeya took a slow sip of his drink, finally putting some thought into what he was going to say. But just as I hoped he was going to take this opportunity to dismiss the topic entirely, to my dismay, he quickly muttered, “A few weeks now.”

 “Kaeya!” I smacked his arm lightly. My body shrunk into the sofa in disbelief. But my thoughts were racing along with my heartbeat. Diluc seemed to express genuine interest immediately after the initial period of shock. It was almost as if he had been thinking about it lately too. I couldn’t help but imagine the things that these two could do to me, or imagine specifically what Diluc was thinking about doing with us to be interested in the first place. Even though I hated to admit it, jolts of excitement started to tickle my nerves throughout my entire body but I didn’t dare show it. I can’t believe this is conversation is actually happening. I can’t believe we could actually do this.

 Diluc leaned back into his chair with a content hum. “If you’re seriously offering... I can’t say I would be opposed to the idea.”

 “Now that’s my man!” Kaeya excitedly pointed to Diluc, who then slyly chuckled in response. Kaeya exchanged glances between me and Diluc a few times before finally settling on Diluc. “Wait, you’re actually serious?”

 “Are you actually serious?”

 “Tell him, [Y/N], am I being serious?” Kaeya poked my leg, which elicited another twitch at the sudden touch. I looked up at him dumbfoundedly, failing to find words when I was getting embarassingly aroused. “I don’t think I’ve been more serious about something in my life, brother!”

 “I can’t believe the two of you right now,” I scoffed as I stood up, snapping myself out of the fantasies bubbling in my head. There was no way we would actually do it, after all, the brothers were getting along but not that closely. “Diluc, can you show me to the guest room, please? I’ll go to bed while the two of you joke about this convulted fantasy.”

 “Joke? C’mon, sweetheart! You know we’ve been talking about it!” Kaeya stood up to follow me to the main floor of the manor with Diluc trailing along, “Don’t play innocent just because Diluc’s around.”

 The three of us climbed the stairs, the two brothers still trailing behind. “It’ll be the last room down the hall once you turn left,” Diluc directed me. Kaeya hummed in what sounded like satisfaction.

 “Just look at that ass, ‘Luc. You know, you can touch her if you want, I wouldn’t mind,” I immediately turned around once I heard Kaeya mutter those words and glared at him. They both stopped in their tracks at the same time, Kaeya returning a stare more intimidating than mine and Diluc’s eyes trailing to the floor. I felt so small under the lust in his sapphire eyes, which were staring me down with a craving to touch me.

 “Listen, sweetheart, I know you’re being a brat right now but once we get our hands on you...” he stepped close enough to place his gloved hand on my thigh, shooting a chill up my spine and causing my thighs to squeeze together. I didn’t want to let him know that I wasn’t entirely opposed to this idea either but my body couldn’t control itself. My core was secretly craving his touch. He noticed my subtle reaction and let out a low chuckle.

 “Ah, I can tell you’re excited. Just keep walking, baby. You can drop that innocent act now and show Diluc how much of a slut you can be, okay? Can you do that for me?”

 I didn’t have the energy to hide it anymore, let alone answer him with words. I let my lips quiver as I turned back around, taking a few more steps up the stairs then walking down the hall while the brothers exchanged inaudible whispers with each other, presumably about me. My instincts told me they were plotting behind my back but they were so quiet that I couldn’t make out any real words. Before my hand could reach for the doorknob, Kaeya’s arm got ahead of me and gripped the knob himself. “Let me get that for you, sweetheart.”

 He opened the door and walked inside first. The room was surprisingly larger than I expected for a guest room. A large bed sat near the wall and with a glance to the side I could see it faced a large vanity. The rest of the room consisted of a warddrobe, drawers, a seating area, and a bookshelf.

 “This used to be my room, you know,” Kaeya pivoted his heels to face me while placing his drink down on top of one of the nearby drawers. “Diluc picked a good room for us. Hopefully it’s just how I left it.”

 “It should be,” Diluc followed close behind as I stepped forward to get a better look of the space. “I never asked any of the staff to touch this room aside from the occasional dusting and I don’t get many visitors who need to spend the night.”

 “Perfect,” Kaeya smirked. That grin usually indicated he was plotting something. My stomach was a mess of excitement, curiosity, and anxiety at the same time. Was this really happening?

 He knelt down to pull out the bottom drawer in front of him and rummaged through his belongings to pull out a bundle of something, though I couldn’t tell exactly what it was from the dim lighting of the room. “Just as I had hoped.”

 He hid the item behind his back as he stood up and took a step towards me, gently planting a kiss on my forehead. He then began to shower my face with kisses, wrapping his arms around me in a cute embrace and making me giggle. Just as I was about to push him away in jest, he simply said two words that made my heart stop. “Now, Diluc.”

 Before I could react or comprehend what was going on, Diluc had pressed his hips against mine with a grip on my waist while Kaeya squeezed me harder in our seemingly sweet hug, knocking a bit of wind out of me. Kaeya, despite being unbelievably drunk, still had an inescapable strength as he managed to pull both my arms down while keeping me in his embrace. My panicked eyes looked up at Kaeya’s face, which was focused on my arms now being pinned behind my back. Once I felt rope being looped around my forearms, I knew exactly what was about to happen.

 “Be a good girl for Master Diluc, okay sweetheart? I’m going to get another drink,” Kaeya loosened his grip on me and gave me another kiss on the cheek. “You want to do this, right?”

 I hated to admit it, but I shyly nodded yes. Kaeya smiled contently. “You can trust him. Everything he’s going to do is part of our plan. We’re going to have fun tonight, okay?”

 And with that, Diluc finished tying my folded arms together as Kaeya walked out the door. Before I could form a thought, Diluc held my waist to slowly guide me to sit at the edge of the bed, pressing his bulge against me throughout each step and kissing my bare neck. He then turned me around and planted a knee between my thighs into the mattress, slowly laying me down then beginning to unbutton my blouse as he continued licking and nibbling my skin. I breathily moaned at the excitement and nervousness of a man other than Kaeya touching me so calmly, so naturally. Diluc pulled the tucked in fabric up once it was unbuttoned to reveal my bare torso in its entirety, letting out a low growl at the sight. The excitement burned inside my core and I couldn’t help but gently grind against his clothed knee for some stimulation.

 He took notice of this and responded by pressing his knee deeper into my aching core which was so much more forgiving than what Kaeya would have done if I wanted to grind against his leg. Diluc trailed the kisses up towards my jawline, stopping just an inch away from my lips and muttering, “Do you care about this blouse?”

 “Rip it off,” I mindlessly whispered, not wanting to go through the trouble of getting untied for my blouse to come off. I craved touch, it could be from anyone at this point, but I needed to feel hands on my skin. Diluc made quick work of the insignificant piece if clothing, ripping it apart as if it were a piece of paper then tossing it onto the floor. He tossed his gloves along with it, my exposed skin suddenly meeting his warm touch as he caressed my sides and continued to kiss my neck, definitely leaving marks at this point. I sighed at his warmth, a stark contrast to Kaeya’s cold touch. Albeit, Kaeya always loved to use his vision to tease me, and maybe Diluc was doing the same thing here.

 “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Kaeya stepped into the room and walked towards us.

 “She’s gorgeous, Kaeya. Seriously, you found yourself a keeper,” Diluc paused his kisses to respond, never breaking eye contact with me, “You better treat her well, otherwise I might want to steal her away for myself.”

 “Ha! In your dreams. I’ll let you play with her all you want but in the end, she’s mine, dear brother.”

 Diluc scoffed lightheartedly and placed his hands on my back to lift me up, fully releasing my neck from his kisses as Kaeya waved a glass in front of me. “Now drink up, sweetheart.”

 “What is it?” I looked up at him expectedly.

 “It’ll make things easier for you later. Make sure to drink every last drop,” he gave out a short laugh, “That wouldn’t be the first time I’ve told you that in the bedroom, huh?”

 I scoffed at the suggestive joke and wrapped my lips around the edge of the glass. It was some kind of concoction that I couldn’t exactly recognize, but there was definitely hard liquor in it. I connected the dots and figured he probably had something planned where he wanted me to drink something strong to chase away whatever pain he was going to inflict on me tonight. My legs trembled with excitement at the thought, wondering what the two had planned for me behind my back.

 With each sip, Diluc worked on unbuckling my pants to reveal my half naked body, which was now completely surrendered to the two brothers who were also unbuttoning their own shirts without taking their eyes off of me. Kaeya finished first, having his top already halfway unbuttoned anyway, and reached down to strip me of my underwear. Resuming from where Diluc had left off, he leaned down to leave marks on my neck as well, his kisses being more sloppy and aggressive than sensual like his brother’s. Small pants escaped my mouth as his teeth nibbled down at the spots that were already slightly bruised, but he didn’t seem to care and only bit down harder knowing I was sensitive.

 But his passionate kisses on my fragile skin were only fleeting moments, and after one quick peck on the lips and a smirk, he climbed off of me to reveal a half naked Diluc tying his long hair up into a ponytail. Diluc’s messy red locks couldn’t distract me from his hungry stare. He eyed me down with such intensity, never breaking eye contact despite turning his head from side to side to gather all his hair into a bundle. My eyes darted to Kaeya, who had began unbuckling his pants and was also observing my body with pure lust in his eyes. I couldn’t help but trail my gaze down towards their hips, and in the soft moonlight, I could see their bulges creating large tents in their underwear, aching and yearning for me. I could’ve drooled at the sight of their bulky erections if my mouth wasn’t closed shut from nervousness. My core lit up with butterflies, wanting them now more than ever.

 My thoughts were interrupted by Diluc climbing onto the mattress next to me then swiftly grabbing me to turn me all the way around so my head conveniently hung off the edge of the bed. I let out a soft giggle at how he manhandled me, how he had lifted me and gently threw me on the mattress like I was dead weight. He must’ve noticed that I liked what he did because as he positioned his head near my throbbing folds and pinned my thighs up with both his hands, he gave a quiet chuckle to himself not long before wrapping his lips around my clit and gently sucking.

 I gasped at the sudden warmth but shock quickly turned into pleasure as Diluc’s hot tongue lapped at my wetness, making me flinch and arch my back at the sensation. I instinctively tried to pin my thighs back together in an effort to try and keep the tiny amount of pride I had, but Diluc was quick to shoot a dominant glare at me while he pushed my legs back apart. If anything, the subtle act of defiance only made him hungrier for me, his movements getting a little more aggressive and passionate. My sighs and moans of bliss made the redhead happily groan back in response, the simultaneous buzzing of his lips against my saliva coated cunt causing my brain to malfunction. I couldn’t think anymore and it had only been about a minute or so. I was in heaven.

 I looked up to Kaeya for reassurance that I was still in Teyvat as he hovered above me, stroking his cock in front of my face and looking down at me with a devilish smirk. “You should really give me a few pointers, ‘Luc. She’s going crazy over you.”

 Diluc kissed my clit before responding. “Have you ever considered learning how to properly please a woman instead of selfishly chasing your own needs?”

 “And have you ever considered sleeping with girls other than your maids?”

 “Fuck off,” Diluc’s warm breath against my entrance as he sarcastically laughed had me lean into his touch even more. “You know that’s not true.”

 His mouth latched onto my clit again, and as if it couldn’t feel any better, he managed to snake two fingers into my entrance while he sucked on my clit, his long digits teasing my walls by slowly scissoring my insides. If Kaeya weren’t a sucker for orgasm denial and hadn’t trained me to hold back my releases for months, I surely would have broken under Diluc’s touch by now.

 “Alright, don’t get too excited now, sweetheart,” Kaeya reached out to caress my cheek with his thumb, “Let’s show Diluc how pretty you look with a bulge in your throat.”

 “Yes, sir,” I mindlessly muttered and eagerly opened my mouth, earning a grin from Kaeya. He placed his hands on both sides of my jaw, chuckling as he rested the underside of his cock on top of my face, thinking about how it managed to in my throat when it was bigger than my head. My breath stuttered as Diluc’s tongue kept trying to grab my attention but Kaeya’s thickness always seemed to captivate me no matter how many times I saw it.

 “Very good girl,” he then guided his tip to meet my tongue and let out a low growl while he slowly pushed his entire length into my throat inch by inch. “My good little girl...”

 He wasted no time to fuck my throat as if my head were his toy, his fingers digging into my jaw with each groan that escaped his lips. At times Diluc would suddenly curl his fingers inside me causing me to moan in surprise, which then made Kaeya twitch in ecstacy as the vibrations in my throat clenched tighter around his cock.

 The feeling of being touched by two men at once made my insides burn like a wick fighting for its life at the bottom of a candle. My senses were overloaded as I tried to focus on one aspect of what was going on, darting between sensations as if I couldn’t decide what to pay attention to. Maybe Kaeya’s hands gripping my teary eyed face. Diluc’s fingers prodding my walls. Kaeya’s grunts and groans filling up the room. Diluc’s hot breath panting for air against my folds. Everything that led up to this moment was completely blocked out of my mind and I could think about was how restlessly aroused I was. The brothers’ movements became more merciless and the more I tried to hold back my release, the more it fought back. I found my legs gradually tensing up and my moans becoming more and more desperate to the point where I was dangerously on the edge.

 “Diluc, stop,” Kaeya quickly pulled himself out of my mouth and despite his initial hesitation, Diluc gave my clit one more kiss and pulled his head away to sit up straight. I was a coughing mess when I finally took a deep breath from suffocating for the past few minutes, and as a sign of mercy, Kaeya gently lifted my head to allow better airflow into my throat.

 Despite coughing my organs out, my legs shook violently as I still tried to hold back my release. I whined and wanted to scream in frustration at the denial of my climax, the ropes around my arms and Diluc’s hands pinning me down preventing me from getting up to stimulate myself a little more. Kaeya only laughed sadistically.

 “I knew it. You got a little close there, didn’t you, princess?” he teased. I groaned impatiently as my eyes were glued to his cock, which I noticed had strings of saliva still attached to my face. The drool all over his length only made him smirk, and it made Diluc sigh in envy.

 “P-Please,” I could barely think of words as my body trembled in pleasure, “M-More...”

 Kaeya’s laughter subsided as he caressed my cheek lovingly. “Tell us what you want, baby. Use your words.”

 “M-More...” more tears swelled up in my eyes as I struggled to come up with proper words or coherent thoughts, “K-Kaeya...”

 “Yes, princess?” Kaeya gently reached under me to lift my torso up and Diluc leaned over to help guide my shaking body until I was sitting up with my back leaning against Kaeya, my thighs still pried apart to prevent me from pleasuring myself. Kaeya climbed into the spot behind me while Diluc comfortably sat in front of me, staring at my body as if he were in a trance.

 “I...” the strength in my voice was faltering as I tried to form a sentence, “need you both...”

 “Poor thing. The alcohol must be kicking in,” Diluc placed one hand on the side of my thigh, gently massaging the spot and exchanging looks with Kaeya, who hummed in approval behind me. Kaeya’s hands ran up my from my waist to my shoulders where he began massaging my tenseness away.

 “Just relax now, princess. We’ll take good care of you, okay?”

 “Okay...” I whimpered innocently as I leaned into their massages, taking deep breaths while I bathed in their attention under the moonlight.

 Time always seemed to pass differently when I had a drink. In one moment, the brothers were massaging me to calm me down from edging, and in the blink of an eye, Diluc was pulling me down on top of his chest, kissing my neck softly like he did before. In another blink of an eye, my eyes stared into my reflection from the vanity across the bed to see that my thighs were bound together with rope and Kaeya was leaning over my back, whispering into my ear.

 “Can you tell us what you want now, princess?” he rubbed his cock to spread my wetness to my butthole and I could feel Diluc’s cock radiating heat as it was pressed against my stomach.

 As if the words travelled out on their own, I found my lips muttering, “I want to get stuffed full...”

 And as if the brothers were magical beings that could grant wishes on command, they were strategic and patient when they pushed themselves inside me. Diluc’s hands first pushed me down onto his cock. Each thick inch slowly stretched me out and my eyes widened once I felt his tip finally kiss my cervix. With a sigh of relief and a quivering breath, I planted my cheek into his chest at his sheer size alone, and just when I thought I had settled down comfortably, Kaeya had positioned himself behind me and slowly pushed himself into my other hole. Even though I imagined the pain of having two cocks penetrate me at the same time would be excruciating, the feeling was extraordinary, making me pant like a dog in heat. I subconsciously thanked Kaeya for giving me that drink earlier, knowing their large sizes would have painfully split me open otherwise.

 “Look at yourself in the mirror,” Kaeya groaned as he buried himself as deep as possible. My reflection was all I could stare at. I could clearly see every detail of the sticky situation I was in and I loved every inch of the sight. My attention darted around once again. Diluc’s hands gripping my ass, his knuckles going white with his strong hold on me. Kaeya’s soft hair draping down on me and Diluc, his muscles illuminated by the moon. Diluc’s eyebrows furrowed with his eyes completely closed, breathing heavily at the tight fit. Kaeya’s sapphire eyes staring right back at me, studying every part of this scene just like I was.

 “Don’t hold yourself back this time. Cum all over Master Diluc’s cock for me, okay princess?”

 And with that, he leaned back up, stabilized himself by holding my waist, and began fucking me steadily. Diluc followed suit, keeping his grip on me to fuck my soaking cunt as if he were waiting for this moment his entire life.

 It took awhile for me to process what I was feeling at first. My brain was fully expecting pain, but once I realized I was going to cum after only a few thrusts in, I completely lost control.

 “F-Fuck!” I yelped into Diluc’s chest as I watched the brothers pound into me in the damned mirror, “M-Master!”

 “Which one, baby?” Kaeya teased, earning a slight chuckle from Diluc. I moaned uncontrollably in response, my voice shaking with the way my body was being rocked by the two men who started at different rhythms at first but synced up each thrust moments later.

 “K-Kaeya! Diluc!” I sighed mindlessly, earning grunts from the two of them. They always seemed to be teasing me with chuckles, acting so nonchalant as if they weren’t fucking my brains out at the same time.

 An orgasm immediately hit me like a wave without any warning and I failed to hold back the loud moan that escaped my sore throat. If my legs weren’t tied right now, I would’ve definitely been shaking uncontrollably, but even now my abdomen violently curled up as I rode the waves of my climax. But the two didn’t care. They took my moment of weakness to fuck into me even harder, silently agreeing to pick up the pace and torture me in the best way.

 “Good girl,” Diluc whispered into my ear, clearly picking up the pet name from his brother. “Tightening around me like that... you really are such a good girl.”

 “I felt it too,” Kaeya groaned out, “Can you cum for us again, princess? You’re being such a good slut for us, you know that?”

 “I’m... I’m a good slut...”

 “Then cum for us again,” Diluc’s voice was almost demanding, his movements getting more desperate and sloppy as he started to take a little more dominance in speed over Kaeya, craving the sensation that I gave to him once more. “Cum on my cock, [Y/N].”

 Kaeya ganged up onto the intensity by leaning his chest over my back again, propping himself up with one hand and grabbing a fistful of my hair with the other, making me choke on my own air. “Don’t make him tell you twice, sweetheart. Be a good girl.”

 I had managed to reach my climax again shortly after, panting and trembling as I was cutely sandwiched between the two. As the two groaned at the sensation, they asked for another a few minutes after. And another. Then we collectively switched places so Kaeya could feel me cum around his cock. Kaeya asked for another orgasm. Then one more.

 “I c-can’t fucking take it anymore...!” I screamed into his chest, overstimulated and almost writhing in pain. “P-Please s-stop!”

 The brothers that I knew were long gone by now. Now they were simply horny messes chasing after their own pleasure, edging themselves and using my body as their toy, teasing that the night would be over soon then immediately asking me to cum more. They endlessly praised me about how my body felt so good, how tight the fit was, and how sweet my moans were. And despite the aching pain in my core, I secretly didn’t want this sensation to end either. But alas, all good things come to an end, and Diluc was the first to break.

 “F-Fuck,” he grunted weakly, “I can’t hold it anymore, I’m going to...!”

 “Cum in me,” I panted out, “Fill me with cum, please, Master Diluc...!”

 With a loud groan and a cry of pleasure, Diluc’s thick load had slowly surged through my insides, his cock throbbing with each pump of cum he dumped into my abused asshole. My tongue fell out of my mouth at the sensation of Kaeya still sloppily pounding my cunt while Diluc’s movements slowed until he finally came to a complete stop, his cock still firmly buried to hold his cum inside. Kaeya took this opportunity of having me all to himself to reach a hand to the back of my neck and pull me down for a kiss before finally releasing his seed in me as well, coating my slick covered walls with his seemingly endless loads of cum. Even when his movements began to slow to a stop as well, he continued to kiss me sweetly, sneaking in small smiles here and there before pulling away to press his sweat covered forehead against mine.

 “You did so good, sweetheart,” he whispered proudly, “You’re so perfect, filled with our cum like a good slut.”

 I let out a weak laugh, wiggling my hips gently while the two were still stuffed inside of me. “I feel so good... I’m really filled with cum...” I happily grinned, giggling as I softly cuddled against Kaeya’s forehead.

 “You sure are, cutie.”

 The three of us stayed comfortably in this position for a few moments, taking in the afterglow of such a celestial feeling of finally reaching our climaxes. Our tired pants echoed throughout the room, sweat trickling down our faces and my tears slowly subsiding as Kaeya massaged my scalp and showered my face in more kisses. Diluc let out a deep breath before slowly pulling himself out of me and climbing off of the bed. He started to pick up his clothes from the floor, his eyes glancing at the way his cum slowly trickled down from my hole. Even though I wasn’t facing him, I could practically envision his stupid smug grin forming when he finally decided to say something to us.

 “Can I expect you two for ‘dinner’ sometime again soon?”