#dont even test him you have something sweet smelling on and he's eating you right up right then and there

[theloveinc]

Can't wear flavored lip product around Togame because he's absolutely going to eat it right off your face.

(It’s not enough that he already practically demands a lipstick stain somewhere on his face whenever you do your makeup in general—he’s also gotten used to the flavored glosses and balms you sometimes coat his lips with...wanting to let the flavor, sweet and fruity, linger in his mouth until he pops the marble of his next soda.

It’s practically every day you can catch him with dewy lips, half of the time even stained a flushed and rosy hue which matches your complexion, a little bit of tongue sticking out to keep the taste of you on his tongue for hours.)

[vaguelyvoid]

Sweet Like Candy | kth

Pairing: Taehyung x fem reader

Genre: smut, established relationship, non-idol au

Rated: 18+

Summary: Taehyung is so excited to try miracle berries after he orders them because they supposedly make everything taste sweet, so he decides to test that theory on you as well.

Warnings: explicit language, descriptive sex, dom Tae/sub reader, food playish, oral fixation, oral sex (m&f receiving) , unprotected sex (DONT), praise, hella dirty talk, edging, cum eating

Word Count: ~3K

The door to your apartment swings open and Taehyung comes running inside.

“They came! They came!” He squeals and you look over at him. He’s holding a small package in his hand and is smiling from ear to ear. You don’t know what this could be, but he looks so cute all excited like this.

“What came?” You ask and start walking toward him where he’s grabbing the kitchen scissors to cut the package open.

“I ordered miracle berries from Amazon, and we have to try them right now!” His fluffy black hair falls into his eyes while he’s struggling to open the box from his franticness. Ugh he’s so adorable.

“Whoa, slow down! What are miracle berries?” The name sounds kinda cliché to you, but he seems to be really excited about them. He manages to get the box open, and he pulls out a small jar with about 15 dried berries inside.

“They’re these berries that supposedly when you eat them, everything for the next 30ish minutes taste sweet, no matter what it is! Could be lemons, sour candy, pickles even- and there’s no sourness!”

How does that even work? It can’t be true, right?

“It’s not drugs... is it?” You ask. Taehyung laughs at you and shakes his head.

“Perfectly legal.” He says with a smile on his face.

“I even ordered a bunch of food I wanted to try with it! This is gonna be so cool!” You giggle at his excitement. Seriously, this grown adult man is acting like a little kid in a candy store and you could not stop your heart from swelling at his cuteness.

He starts pulling stuff out of the refrigerator including lemons, cream cheese...? and apple cider vinegar.

“Vinegar?” You exclaim in disgust.

“It’ll taste like juice or something, I promise.” He hurriedly rushes into the pantry to grab some sour patch kids and sour skittles.

“Ok! I got everything we need, but we gotta try these.” You giggle again at his franticness for these berries. There’s no way it’s gonna work but you just want to entertain his excitement, so you agree.

He instructs you to eat the berry, but to make sure you coat your whole mouth with the fruit. It kinda tastes like a dried cranberry, a little bitter but he insists that ‘it’s so good’ which makes you laugh.

“Do we need to wait to let it kick in or something?” You question. He just chuckles and looks you in the eyes,

“I said it wasn’t drugs, Y/n. Let’s try the lemon first.” He cuts the lemon in half and gives one half to you. Holding the lemon close to your face, you can smell the sourness of it and your mouth waters at the thought of eating it.

“Okay on the count of three, One, two, three!” He says and you both suck at the lemon. Your face cringes in anticipation, but all you taste when the juice hits your tongue is sugary sweet lemon juice. You look at Taehyung and both of your eyes widen.

“No wayyy! It’s so sweet!” He shouts and you gawk at him.

“It tastes like lemonade, oh my god!” You are even more shocked than him but both of you continue to suck on the juice of the lemon, the taste is addicting.

“Ok we gotta do the cream cheese next.” He says, and you give him a questioning look.

“What is it gonna do to cream cheese?” You ask and he prepares spoonful’s for the both of you.

“Just try.” He says and you bring the spoon to your mouth. Oh my god. It tastes just like cheesecake.

“This is so trippy!” You exclaim and he hits the countertop with his hand in laughter.

“I told you! Here, try a sour patch.” He grabs a blue one, your favorite flavor, and feeds it to you. It tastes just like a gummy coated in sugar now, no sourness at all. You can’t control a little moan that comes out of your mouth, and he smirks down at you.

“Taste good?” He asks and you nod at him, while he puts a yellow one in his mouth.

He bites his lip, and he looks at you up and down with just his eyes, “Hm I wonder if it really makes everything taste sweet.” Knowing exactly what he means, your heart skips a beat, and a breath gets caught in your throat from his hungry stare.

He starts to walk toward you and grabs another sour patch kid, placing it in his mouth halfway. You’re caged in between him and the kitchen island and he leans down toward your lips. Following his lead, you get on your tiptoes to meet his lips and slowly bite the other half of the candy from his mouth.

Once the candy is in your mouth, Taehyung connects your lips in an open mouth kiss. The taste of your mouths and the sweetness of the candy in between your lips is overwhelming. His kisses take your breath away and when he pulls away you are gasping. He grazes a hand down your torso and slips it underneath your shirt to touch the skin of your side. Both of you swallow the piece of candy in your mouth and goosebumps appear on your skin from his touch and stare.

“If your mouth tastes that good, I can’t imagine what your pussy is gonna taste like.” He mutters and you whimper. He presses you harder into the counter and you can feel the outline of his cock against your stomach, not fully hard yet but it makes your heart skip.

Your hands instinctively grab at his shirt collar when he kisses you and he is frantic with his kisses. Swallowing up your little pants and moans that escape your mouth. His mouth is sweet despite the candy being eaten. Is this what miracle berries make his mouth taste like? It’s heaven.

Taehyung is usually softer with his kisses but right now he’s kissing you with so much passion and love. His tongue explores your mouth, and you suckle on the tip of his sweet tongue. His grip around your torso moves down to your ass, which he squeezes before lifting you onto the kitchen island counter.

“Lean back for me, baby.” He says and you giggle as you lay back onto the counter, elbows holding you up to see him fumbling with your jean zipper. He looks a little too eager.

Once he manages to take your jeans off, he starts kissing your stomach, pushing your shirt up to palm your breasts. His fluffy hair tickling the top of your stomach as he trails his kisses downwards under your belly button. The feeling of his kisses and hands on you, combined with his eagerness and pretty face is enough to make your stomach flutter; feeling yourself getting turned on.

“Lemme see my beautiful girl.” He purrs and you open your legs up for him after he takes your panties off. You used to be embarrassed. Not really of your body but having a man this close to your open legs is a little scary. But Taehyung makes you feel no shame because you can see him staring hungrily at your wet folds. His eyes turn a shade darker when he uses his index and middle finger to collect your wetness on his fingers, brushing your clit in the process.

You let out a little squeak and he licks his lips before enveloping his fingers into his mouth. For some reason this seems more erotic than just going down on you and this visual makes your stomach flip. Taehyung’s eyes widen and he looks up at you.

“Y/n you always taste good, but this is insane. I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” You giggle at him, but you are immediately shut up when he places his face where you want him the most. His skilled tongue parts your folds and collects the wetness around your entrance before circling around your clit.

You exhale in a high-pitched moan and your legs try to close around his head, but he is using his strong hands to push them apart. Taehyung is always eager to taste you, but you can definitely tell this berry is enhancing it.

The scene is so dirty; you with your legs open for him on the kitchen countertop, and his face desperately eating out your cunt, the slurping noises getting a little too loud and all you can do is run your hands through his messy hair to keep him where you need him.

“Oh, just like that!” You plead with him when he starts sucking on your small bud, the warm feeling growing in your stomach. He chuckles into your heat, and you whine when his mouth detaches from your core.

“You taste like candy, Y/n. Think you can get a little wetter for me baby?” You nod frantically with your lower lip in between your teeth.

He fully stands up since he was leaning down over you and takes his shirt off. You lean up to touch his toned chest. His skin is tanned to perfection and warm underneath your cold hands. He grabs the hem of the bottom of your shirt to pull it over your head and you let him. He quickly unclasps your bra, and your breasts spill out.

Taehyung attaches his lips to your neck and his hands to your breasts, palming them and rolling your nipples in between his fingers. You let your head drop back and another moan escapes your mouth. You haven’t even done anything to help him out yet but he’s taking his time to worship your body. His lips trail up your neck and nibble on your earlobe.

“You’re so fucking sexy Y/n.. letting me do whatever I want with you.” You hum in agreement and feel up his back muscles while he’s over you.

“I trust you, Tae.” He groans at your words and moves downward to suck at your nipple. The teasing is too much. He’s brought you to the brink of orgasm and now he’s flicking his tongue around your left nipple, and you almost feel like you could cum just from this.

“Tae, please I wanna cum.” You beg and he comes face to face with you.

“Are you wetter for me, huh?” Growing impatient, you just take his hand in yours and put it between your legs for him to feel.

He smugly chuckles again, “Good fucking girl.” And he’s down back in between your legs again to taste your sweetness. This time he dips his tongue into your entrance to collect more of your essence into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you again.

“Wanna make this pussy cum.” He says into your heat and wraps his puffy lips around your clit again.

You can’t stop your body from grinding into his face and you muster out a “Fuck, I’m cumming.” and he continues to flick his tongue around your bundle of nerves, your legs spasming around his head.

You’re dizzy from your orgasm and you’re back to reality once you hear the clinking of his belt buckle becoming undone.

“I need to fuck you Y/n, need to feel this sweet pussy cum around me.” You are a bit dazed from your orgasm, but you will never turn down Taehyung’s cock inside you. You want to make him feel good too.

Once his cock is out, it slaps against his stomach and your mouth naturally waters at the sight.

“You want this right?” Taehyung asks you and your heart melts at his words, always making sure to get your consent with anything he does with you, despite your body being splayed across the counter for him to use as he pleases.

“Yes, please I need you Tae. Please fuck me.” He smiles warmly at you and gives his cock a few pumps with his hand before rubbing it over your folds to coat it with your wetness. A gasp leaves your mouth at the feeling of how hard he is and the need to have him fuck you is overpowering, and you whine.

You attempt to move your hips up to direct his length into you, but he obliges to your needs and sinks into you slowly.

Both of you moan simultaneously at the feeling and you hold onto his arms, feeling them flex under your fingers. He grinds into you, brushing against your walls deliciously. Taehyung was always mindful when he fucked you. He wasn’t the type of guy to chase his pleasure, he always made sure you were feeling good too, seeking validation.

“Tell me how I make you feel.” He demands softly and you moan.

“So so good. Your cock stretches me out so perfect. I love it.” His face grimaces in pleasure and he starts to pick up his pace. He uses his hands to hold your hips in place on the counter while you’re laid back on it. In this position, you can’t do too much to fuck him back, but he is taking everything into his hands, putting in the work to make you feel good.

“Fuck!” He pulls out abruptly and slaps his cock on your clit a couple times and you yelp.

“I can’t cum until you do one more time, ok?” You whimper from his words. You want him to cum so bad but he’s insistent and you can’t argue with him.

“Think you can give me one more, gorgeous?” And with that he’s back inside you, hitting your spot perfectly. Your legs start to ache a little from the position and you unknowingly clench around him. Taehyung lets out a choked moan and wraps his hand around the side of your neck.

“You gonna cum soon?” He asks and you give him a little “mm-hm” and he makes sure to keep the pace exactly how you like it. It becomes too much and you’re almost there, closing your eyes in pleasure.

Taehyung grabs your face by the jaw and says, “I want you to look at me when I make you cum, Y/n.” His dark stare along with his complete dominance over you is what drives you over the edge, fireworks exploding in your stomach and spreading all the way down to your toes and fingertips.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.” Taehyung coaxes you through your orgasm. You’re slowly floating back down from your high when you notice Taehyung pull out of you. His cock still erect but covered in your slick now.

“You still have it in you to finish me off?” He cheekily asks and you smile at him, getting off the counter with wobbly legs.

The sight of you kneeling down in front of him, flushed from being fucked out and wide eyes makes his cock twitch.

“Taste yourself.” He softly demands and you grab his length and take his tip into your mouth. Holy shit. Of course you’ve tasted yourself with Tae before, but this is completely different. Now you understand why Tae was so eager to eat you out. His cock is covered in your sweet syrup and you wanna lick him clean like a lollipop. Taehyung sees your surprised reaction to the taste and smirks at you knowingly.

“Tastes fucking amazing, doesn’t it?” You moan in agreement, and he gathers your hair in a makeshift pony, egging you on- “Have some more baby.”

You lick stripes up his shaft, the sweet taste filling your mouth. You know this is a little gross, but you couldn’t care less as you see his chest rising and falling due to your actions. You make sure to lick him fully clean of you before taking as much of his cock down your throat as you can.

“Fuck Y/n, your mouth is so perfect. Doing such a good job.” His praise sends tingles down your spine and only advances you to do a better job for him. You start moving your head up and down while you suck and use your hand to play with his balls. His sexy moans are getting louder, and you want him to cum so bad. You take your mouth off him but continue to jerk him off with your hand. Looking up at him with your innocent eyes, you tell him what you want.

“I want to taste all of you, Tae. I want your cum so bad.” He groans so loud from your words and starts to try to thrust into your mouth and you let him. You put your mouth back around him and he holds your head in place while he lightly fucks your throat. It’s not long until his cum goes down your throat in hot spurts. You swallow it all, the sweetness covering your tongue and you moan at the taste of him, making sure to suck his tip for the rest.

Tae is shivering under your touch and his chest is pink and lightly covered in a sheen of sweat. How am I so lucky? He helps you up onto your feet and you are face to face with him.

“You’re the devil Y/n, but why do you look like my little angel at the same time?” He pulls you into him and presses his lips into yours, intermingling his tongue with yours, definitely tasting both of you on your tongue. His dominance is so sexy, and you can’t believe you did something so dirty with him but for some reason you feel no shame at all.

Out of breath, you pull away and rest your forehead against his.

“We gotta take those berries to the bedroom next time, fuck.” He says and you giggle before giving him one more peck on the mouth.

A/N: Pls support by liking, reblogging, and commenting! I love to see feedback! I've had this in progress for a while but finally finished it and I hope you guys like it! I could have chosen any of the members but I felt like Taehyung would most likely be goofy enough to be so excited over these berries lol.

[doritochoi]

driving test | C.S

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

genre: smut because is my fav

warnings: strangers, boss x secretary relationship, unprotected sex( kids dont do that irl)

summary: You fucked up with your driving instructor's son and find out that he is your boss and you are his secretary.

A/n: It took me 1 month to write this, but I finally finished it. Let me know what you think. I am waiting for new suggestions in the comments. ✨

banner by @cafekitsune

Today you were supposed to meet with your driving instructor. Usually 12 o'clock was not a problem for you, but this morning you woke up at 11:30. You wanted your license for a long time and you worked really hard. You got ready quickly, and when you left the house you received a message from your instructor that he can't come because he got sick and someone else will come in his place, his son. This day could be worse than it was. You didn't like to meet new people, especially if its someone you didn't know. However, you were curious about this mysterious guy. Maybe he was really nice and maybe it won't be that bad.

You arrived at the place where you were supposed to meet him. You can say that you saw an angel in front of your eyes. This man had such beautiful features that you couldn't even move from there. What If you couldn't focus at all because of him? He was dressed in a slightly transparent shirt, making you look at his well-sculpted body .Those leather pants fit him perfectly and that perfume smelled incredibly good making you feel like your in heaven. His sharp eyes were looking directly into your soul giving you unusual sensations. This man was extremely gorgeous and he wasn't even that close to you. His hair was curly and fluffy, making you want to put your hands through his hair and ruffle it. He was standing in front of you, and all you did was just stare at him.

Mr. Choi often told you that his son was really handsome and good at driving, but you didn't really pay attention to him until now. "Hi, I am Choi San , nice to meet you!",even his voice was so sweet just like him."H-hello! I am Y/n!", you couldn't even form a sentence. You stuttered so badly that he noticed. "You don't have to be shy, I won't eat you." Your voice was already lost. You couldn't say anything anymore, it made you feel really embarrassed. "Let's go, the car is here". You were driving, but something unexpected happens. You never failed. Is it because of this handsome man who was sitting next to you? Ofc it was, well..it wasn't his fault, but he intimidated you so much that you couldn't concentrate at all. "Are you okay? You dont look good.Do you want to stop?" The only thing you were thinking right now, it was how his lips would feel on yours. You were already staring at him too much, until he started to notice. "Dreaming about me, sweetheart?" His voice made you startle and come to reality. You widened your eyes, seeing him tilt his head towards you, looking at you with those lustful eyes. "If you don't answer me, I might kiss you and I don't think you want that." His voice had already changed to a husky one, making you feel dominated by him. His hand slowly went down to your thigh, caressing you there, then going as high as possible. He started to bring his face closer to yours. You thinked he wanted to kiss you, but he just moved closer to your ear whispering some words. "My dad is home right now, if you want i can book a hotel for us." You couldn't say a word. You blinked a few times and looked at him. "I'll take this as a yes."

You got out of the car and he called a taxi to come. You arrived at the hotel. It seemed to be super expensive and not everyone could stay there. But you don't really about that right now, all you care about is that you will definitely have sex with a stranger. A fucking handsome stranger. When you entered in the elevator, San couldn't take his hands off you. He pressed you on the wall and put his hands on your hips, kissing you passionately as if you were his dinner. "Fuck, I want you so bad." ,he said through the kiss, then a sound was heard, knowing that you had reached the floor. The room that he booked was a very large one, with an elevator, making your situation easier. You got out of the elevator, and the first thing San does is to throw you on the bed, laying on top of you. You could feel how excited he was just through his pants so he started to kiss your neck and you moaned with pleasure at his touches." Take it off!" ,he told you this referring to the mini dress that you were wearing ,which was extremely revealing anyway. Seeing your skin makes him even more turned on. You struggled to take off the dress, but because you were too excited at the moment and the fact that you were put in an unusual situation, you got stuck and couldn't do anything. He got angry and tore your dress with his teeth. I don't need to say anything about the panties, because they were already gone is 2 seconds.

Now, you were in front of him. He looks at you like a piece of painting untouched by anyone. One of the most beautiful pieces he ever seen. He started to kiss you so passionately. You have never been touched like this. You could see that he was experienced. His cold hands roamed over your perfect boobs, then he went lower and lower until he felt how wet you were. "Oh, i made you wet, sweety?" , while he puts two fingers in you. He looked at you how you were moaning and screaming his name to do it faster, making him satisfied by the sounds. They were music to his ears. Then he started to lick you, feeling his tongue exploring every part of your dripping pussy. His tongue was moving so well, all you could do was scream his name as loud as you could. When he realized that you were close, he stopped instantly, stealing a good orgasm from you and in 5 seconds you were seeing his huge cock. Your eyes were focused at his pink tip, seeing how much attention he needed. His veiny hands were spreading your legs, rubbing his cock against your cunt, making you to throw back your head on the pillow. You felt so needy that you wanted him inside you, but he kept teasing you and watching you struggle. "San...please...", you beg him to be touched. "Please what?", he looked at you, seeing that he was able to get what he wanted, being proud of himself. You stood up, your face moving closer to his lips, his eyes exploring every feature on your face. "Fuck me", your hand roamed his abdomen, until it reached even lower, touching his member. You didn't even get to put your hand on his dick, because he grabbed your hand and threw you back on the bed.

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You never imagined that you would ever end up sleeping with someone, especially someone you don't know. You stopped thinking because you felt something entering you. The way you moaned, made San push himself even harder into you. One hand was on your boob massaging you, and the other on your pussy, rubbing it with slow movements. "Ah baby, you take me so good", you heard him groan, then a slap was heard that made your ass itch after. "Ready for us to cum?", You nodded, unable to say a word. His cock was hitting that sweet spot deep inside you, that spot only he could reach. "Fuck ," San cooed in your ear as you came. He whispered sweet words, kissing your temple as you began to calm down. He groaned, pumping into you a few more times before filling you with his white seed. He fell next to you, exhausted. You fell asleep so quickly that all you remembered was that he held you in his arms and you both fell asleep.

The sunlight woke you up, feeling a terrible pain between your legs, reminding you of what happened last night. Your cheeks turned pink, seeing that a muscular arm was holding you, not wanting to let you go. You slowly got out of bed, not wanting to wake him up and ruin his precious sleep. After all, he was just as tired as you. But you had to go. Today was your first day at work. You were looking for a job for a long time, and yesterday before this incident happened, you received an email that you were hired. You don't know what was in your mind to do such a thing. Even if you didn't want to leave, you had to. Without leaving a note or a phone number, you hurried, taking the elevator because San had rented a room on the top floor. What a good idea.

Getting into the taxi, you told the driver the address and in 10 minutes you reached your destination. You got out of the car, seeing the biggest building you had ever seen. Of course, rich people worked here. You could see it only by the way they were dressed and by the cars they had. You went inside, and while you were staring at how beautiful that place was. A lady came towards you. "Hello miss! You are new, right?", "Yes! I got hired yesterday.", she took your hand and you headed to the elevator. "Let me guide you to the meeting room.", you were a little surprised not expecting someone to help you on the your first day. You entered that big door, and there were a lot of people, probably looking for a job just like you. Someone opened the door causing the noise in the room to disappear. You turned around, your eyes not knowing what to do at that moment, whether to look or not. It was Choi San. Just when you thought you got rid of him, he just appears in front of you. He was dressed in a suit. The shirt and pants fit perfectly on his body. His hair was different. Everything was different. His glasses fit perfectly, and those fucking lips. You remembered how those lips kissed you all over, making you moan with pleasure. His eyes were looking somewhere, as if they wanted to look for someone. You turned your back pretending to look through the sheets. Feeling how he passes by, you could see him talking with other people. The meeting was over, you were getting ready to pack your things and go to see your office, but a hand appeared and closed the door in front of you. "Not you, Y/n", once you heard him call your name, your heart started beating fast. You turned around and your back felt the wall and a chest appeared in front of you. "Why are you trying to act like nothing happend, Miss Y/n?", he smirked at you putting his hands on your waist, going lower. "Why don't you pretend like nothing happened?", you told him, believing that if you look like you don't care, he will leave you alone. "Nothing? Was it all nothing to you?", you were really surprised. You didn't expect that answer from him, you thought it was just a one-night stand, but in fact he was interested in you. "Why? Are you interested in me?" , "Maybe", he untied his tie in front of you, throwing it on the desk, sitting on the chair looking at you with a look that you couldn't describe. "You can go to your office Miss Y/n, I'll come to you later", you didn't say anything, you just closed the door leaving him alone there in his office sipping his coffee.

While you settled in the office, San was extremely sad and confused. A wave of unknown feelings began to come to make him think about you and about last night. Walking down the hall, passing by his office, you heard that someone was there. The door was a little open so you could peek inside. Your body started to boil, seeing an employee talking to San. She was next to him, slightly bent over so that her cleavage could be seen. As you headed back to your office, A hand pulled you into a dark room and then pinned you to the wall. You were a little scared, but when you felt that wonderful scent of San's perfume, you relaxed. " Huh? Weren't you too busy? What do you want?" , He didn't have to say anything, he came closer to your face and kissed you passionately so that the kiss lasted forever, never forgetting this moment. "W-wait not here". "Then, after we leave come to my house, we have to finish something."

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

[kjmsupremacist]

baby, you’re my angel (chan/felix)

Mildly popular TikTok songwriter Felix meets Chan, famous on TikTok for his music and music reviews. They bond over their common ground, friendship blossoming easy and sweet. There’s two problems. One: Felix thinks he likes Chan more than just as friends. Two: Chan is almost fifteen years his senior.

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Characters: Felix, Chan, the rest of skz

Genre: college au, romance, fluff, smut, angst

Pairing: Chan/Felix

Warnings: swearing, age gap, smut, daddy kink, cockwarming, semi-public sex, anal plugs, deepthroating/throat-fucking

Rating: Explicit

Length: 6.5k

just a friendly reminder that i dont condone age gap in real life, this is just fiction, im just having fun, etc :)

The week passes slowly. Felix gets his essay done, turns it in, gets an A-minus. For the most part, things are the same. He does his work, he spends too much time procrastinating, he stays up too late fucking around with his friends. But in small, crucial ways, things are completely different. Felix mutes Chan’s texts, just in case. He rarely replies if he’s around people. He guards his words, fearful that he’ll let something slip if he doesn’t pay close enough attention. 

They can’t all fit in Chan’s car, so they take a bus across the city on Friday afternoon. Felix has his bag packed, since he and Chan are (truthfully, this time) planning to go to the studio tomorrow morning to work on new music. His friends accepted this explanation easily; it’s more convenient to go straight there instead of making Chan take a twenty-minute detour to campus, when his studio is only a five minute drive from his apartment. 

The good news is they both found time during the week to get tested, and both came back clean, so Felix is looking forward to this weekend a little extra. He packs one outfit only—he can’t afford to stay an extra night, especially not two weeks in a row—but he does pack a little silver plug. The flat end is shaped like a heart, which Felix hopes Chan finds cute.

“7pm release, right?” Seungmin asks, checking the time. 

“We’ll get there with plenty of time to spare,” Felix says, glancing at his phone, too. It’s only 5:30, and Chan said he already started cooking. They should be done with eating before they need to do a quick countdown live.

It is a Friday afternoon, so traffic isn’t great, but soon they’re standing in the lobby of Chan’s building, and Chan is walking out of the elevator with a smile.

“Hi everybody,” he says. “You’re right on time. I just finished cooking.”

Felix wondered if it might be odd to see him again after what happened last weekend. Chatting via text is one thing; being close enough to touch is quite another. But when Chan’s eyes land on him, Felix doesn’t feel strange or awkward. It’s close to relief, he thinks, to be near to him. He ends up on the opposite side of the elevator when they all pile in, and he tries his best not to stare the whole ride up.

Like Felix, Chan had a little bit of makeup on. It’s for the camera, strictly speaking, but Felix has a feeling it’s a little bit for him, too. At least, he chose his own makeup by thinking about what Chan might like. In any case, he looks beautiful as ever, in a crisp white button down tucked into royal blue dress pants, with his hair straightened and styled. They’d agreed on semi-formal attire, so Felix is in a similar shirt with grey pants. He even wore his black ankle boots that have a little heel—which probably won’t be seen by the camera, but will definitely be seen—and appreciated—by Chan. 

Chan’s apartment smells like food. He’s made fried chicken and japchae (“You made this yourself?” Jeongin gasps. “Like, all of it from scratch?”), and he also had a collection of banchan laid out on the table. 

“I always liked banchan,” he says quietly to Felix as he reaches past him to get the bowls. “Because it sounds like my name!”

“You’re a dork,” Felix says drily, but he knows Chan sees his smile. 

There’s something disorienting, yet nonetheless sweet, about seeing his friends in Chan’s kitchen. Though he flushes at the memory of what they did the last time he was here, Felix can’t help but fall into the fantasy just a little—him and Chan, hosting a dinner together. Chan pulls alcohol out of the fridge for them after double-checking that Jeongin is, in fact, an adult. Felix grabs utensils, Jisung gets napkins, Seungmin helps Chan carry bottles to the table, and Hyunjin uses his spectacular height to reach the nice water glasses with ease. 

Dinner is warm and easy. Chan sets Jisung up with their music accounts so he can drop the track while Chan and Felix are saying bye to the fans on live. Hyunjin offers to help with the livestream. 

“I’m a media arts major, after all,” he says, almost loftily. Jeongin snickers.

They leave the dishes for later—there’s no time now, and their fans are waiting. Felix positions himself just out of frame as Chan sets up his cameras and lights in his room. 

“Hey guys!” Chan waves, laughing softly at what Felix assumes must be a flood of comments. “I’ll wait for more people to join, but as I’m sure you all know, my first song with a very special someone is about to be released in, uh, sixteen minutes by my clock!” A pause. “Stop spamming him, guys, he’s not gonna join the live. At least… not like that.” He looks up and grins at Felix, jerking his head at him to come over. “Cuz he’s right here.”

Felix slides into frame on the other office chair, bumping into Chan as he slows to a stop. “Hey!” The chat is moving at the speed of light, and every single comment is in all caps. Felix grins to himself. “What, you thought we wouldn’t celebrate the release of our first song together? He lives like twenty minutes from me, that would be stupid.” 

“Okay, for those of you asking about the rice cake song, which seems to be all of you,” Chan says, squinting at the chat, “yes, we will release it; no, we’re not sure when yet; yes, it’s a full length track. We’ll probably announce something next week. Don’t worry!”

“Sticky, soft, ‘n’ spicy, p—“ Chan’s hand is over Felix’s mouth before he can even finish rapping the line. “HEY,” he adds as best he can from behind Chan’s palm. 

“No,” Chan says firmly. He tries to sound serious, but he’s fighting back laughter. “They’ll hear it soon enough. Don’t ruin the surprise.”

Felix does the only other logical thing. He licks Chan’s palm.

Surprisingly, though, Chan just turns and gives him a look. “He just licked me, in case anybody was wondering,” he adds offhand to the viewers. “I have two younger siblings, you know.”

Somehow, the image of a young Chan, wrestling with brothers and sisters, pierces Felix’s heart with a keen sort of longing, so sharp and so sudden that he stops struggling entirely. He often forgets that Chan is a big brother, that he has a family, that he was young once. Sometimes Felix can’t imagine it; in his mind Chan sprang into the world fully-formed, as he is now—a body like a god’s paired with fun, young dad energy, somehow complementary. But now, in this moment, Felix can see it as clear as his own memories: one frame, frozen, surrounded by a void of mystery. Chan has a whole history that Felix knows nothing about. The tug in his gut that wants to know more is almost like hunger. 

Chan releases him when he realizes he’s not fighting back and moves on. Felix shakes himself mentally, trying to look more mollified than—he isn’t even sure what it is he’s actually feeling. But whatever it is, its place is not here, on camera, in front of tens of thousands of viewers.

“Anyway, as for this song, I think you’re going to hear a new side of Felix for sure,” Chan says, raising an eyebrow at Felix. “Be sure to let us know what you think, yeah? Anything to add, Lix?”

“I think you’ll be really surprised,” Felix says, grinning slyly. “But if you like it, we’ll make more. I’m excited to share it.”

“I’d also just like to shoutout Felix’s friends,” Chan adds. “They’re here helping behind the scenes.” He smiles at the group of them clustered out of frame by the door. “Definitely making this run a lot smoother, and also making it feel a little more festive.”

“They’re asking about your friends, Chan,” Felix says, nodding at the comments. 

“My friends? Most of them are busy.” Chan gives an embarrassed laugh. “Or they just have normal Friday night plans. Or they’re back in Korea, so…” He shrugs, gesturing towards Felix’s friends. “They’re filling in for that, too, I guess.”

Jisung clutches his heart and collapses back on Seungmin, who shoves him aside onto the floor. Felix giggles. “They’re honored, I think,” he says. 

“Drop in two!” Jisung whisper-shouts from the floor, holding up a hand.

“That’s our cue to wrap up and release you guys so you can go listen to it. It’ll be on Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube; we’re working on other apps, but I think that should cover almost everybody,” Chan says. “Thank you for all your anticipation, and we hope you enjoy it.”

“Thank you!” Felix echoes, waving. Chan wraps an arm around his shoulders, scooting as close as he can, and Felix finds himself laughing as Hyunjin cuts the live. 

Jisung is poised over three different devices, checking the phone Jeongin is holding up in front of his face. He bursts into action as Felix rolls away from the desk and retrieves his own phone from Seungmin. 

“Any trouble?” Chan asks him after a moment of silence. 

“I don’t think so.” Jisung sits back. “Will you check?”

Felix goes to his Spotify and refreshes the page. “It’s up on Spotify,” he says cheerily. 

“I see it on Apple Music,” Chan says. 

“It’s on YouTube as well,” Hyunjin confirms.

“Good job, team,” Chan says, standing. “Do we want champagne?”

“Yes, please!”

☼ ☼ ☼

Chan puts some music on and they drink and dance and laugh. Felix doesn’t really get all that drunk; he doesn’t want to get too sleepy too early.

He ends up getting a little too slutty with the dancing anyway. At one point, he’s nose to nose with Jisung, and though he’s not facing him, he can feel Chan’s gaze from across the room. It burns in him, stokes a fire that’s been building in his gut all day. 

Around eleven, his friends decide they should probably head back—likely worried about keeping Chan up too late, though they say it’s because they don’t want to take a later bus, despite the fact that they’ll be perfectly safe either way. 

“Text me when you get back,” Felix says anyway, watching them put their shoes on. 

“Thank you for your help tonight,” Chan says. “You’re welcome back anytime.”

“Thank you!” Felix’s friends chorus as they file out into the hall. Felix watches until they round the corner, then gently pushes the door shut, turning to find Chan’s eyes on him. 

The apartment feels incredibly quiet all of a sudden. A mixture of emotions surges in Felix’s chest: longing and affection and most of all, desire, turning his skin hot. There’s a sort of stillness between him and Chan, like the world right before a thunderstorm.

Felix’s fingers twitch at his side, and the stillness is broken. Chan steps into his space, crowding him against the door, reaching behind him to lock the door as his lips meet Felix’s. 

Felix moans into his mouth, his hands finding Chan’s jaw, his hair, the sturdiness of his arms. Something close to a growl rumbles up out of Chan’s chest; he presses impossibly closer, skimming his fingers across the length of Felix’s torso. “Missed you, baby,” he murmurs when he draws away for a breath. Felix’s knees tremble. 

“Daddy,” he whispers back, slack-jawed. Chan nips at his lips, pushing his tongue past Felix’s teeth. Felix lets him, too weak to try and maintain some semblance of control—not that he wants to. He gives himself over to Chan with ease; his mind, his body, all of it. Maybe even his heart.

“I like your friends,” Chan says, “but I’m glad they’re gone. Wanted to do so many things to you.”

Felix doesn’t know how to respond without sounding stupid. Wanted to let you, he thinks.

Chan pulls him away from the door, stepping back clumsily to make room. “You looked so hot when you were dancing,” he continues. He starts down the hall, walking backwards, guiding Felix with his hands and his lips. “I can’t deny that it made me a little jealous. But it was just because I could barely stand to keep my hands off you. Didn’t help that we had to spend a week apart.”

“You’re all I thought about,” Felix confesses in a rush of breath. They’re in the living room now; the shades are already drawn, so Chan doesn’t pause, not even to turn out the lights. He manhandles Felix to the couch, pushing him down into one of the plush seats and hovering over him.

“Yeah?” he says. “Good. You’re all I thought about, too.”

“Too far away,” Felix mutters, fingers trying to grab on to the slippery fabric of Chan’s shirt. Chan plants a knee between Felix’s thighs to help himself balance, batting Felix’s useless hands away.

He unbuttons his shirt quickly and with ease, leaning in once the last button is free. “There,” he says. “Is this close enough?” He presses his lips to Felix’s neck; Felix tips his head to the side, whimpering softly when Chan’s knee brushes up against his cock.

He presses his hand flat to Chan’s stomach, reveling at the feeling of his skin under his palm, the slight movement of the muscle underneath. He brings his other hand around to Chan’s back, hooking his fingers in the divot of his spine. Chan is so hot, and he’s all Felix’s. The thought is a nice one, but it does nothing to temper his consuming impatience. 

A week is not a long time to be apart. Actually, it’s been less than a week; it’s been five days since Felix has last seen Chan, six since he’s fucked him. But still, he wants it like nothing else. His body responds to Chan’s naturally, skin breaking out in goosebumps wherever he’s touched, crawling with his anticipation, his lust. The unfairness of it all makes him want to scream. He shouldn’t have to feel this way. He should be able to have Chan all the time. 

He’s distracted by Chan’s hands on his waist. He scoots Felix down a little, so that he has no choice but to spread his legs wider, so that he’s open and vulnerable beneath him. Some of Chan’s hair has escaped his careful styling; it’s shrinking back to its natural curl at the tips. Somehow, this makes it better—Felix gets all of Chan, not just the bits and pieces he polishes up for the camera. Chan’s eyeshadow seems to make his eyes gleam as he looks down at Felix, holding him there against the couch with his gaze.

“Gonna fuck me here?” he asks him softly. “Like this?”

“We’re gross, and I don’t want to change my sheets,” Chan replies. “I don’t want to wait, either. Why, is here not okay?”

Felix sucks in a breath. “No,” he says quickly. “Here is good.” Anywhere, anywhere you want; anything, you can do anything. 

“Good,” Chan says. He reaches down to undo the buttons of Felix’s shirt, gaze hot as he tugs the fabric out of the way. “You hide such a nice body behind that cute face,” he murmurs, running a hand over Felix’s stomach before moving on to the clasp of his pants.

“What about lube?” Felix asks suddenly, only just realizing.

Chan grins, almost conspiratorially. “I hid some in the coffee table,” he says, tapping one of the drawers. “Just in case.”

Felix goes wide-eyed at him. “You planned this,” he accuses, trying and failing to come off as scandalized. 

“Maybe,” Chan says lightly, tapping Felix’s hip to get him to lift up so he can pull his pants down for him. “Maybe I just knew I would be impatient, knew this would happen the instant your friends were gone.”

Felix lets himself relax into the plush comfort of the couch, smiling. “Good job proving yourself right, then,” he giggles.

Chan’s grin grows; he stands so he can retrieve the hidden lube, handing it to Felix so he can undress quickly. “Don’t want to do it later when my hands are covered in lube,” he explains, even though Felix didn’t ask.

“I could always do it for you,” Felix points out, and Chan laughs. 

“I suppose that’s true,” he says, stepping out of his pants. “Nothing for it now.” He takes one of Felix’s calves in a big hand, moving it to the side as he sinks his knee back into the couch cushion so he can fit a hand between his thighs as well. He plucks the lube bottle out of Felix’s hands, opening it and squeezing a little dollop out onto his fingertip without looking. He sets the bottle to the side and leans in close, feeling around for Felix’s entrance as he captures his lips in another kiss. Felix gasps into his mouth when he pushes his finger in.

Chan’s hands, his fingers, are so huge compared to his own. Felix had forgotten—or maybe everything feels like more now, with the anticipation. He kisses Chan back, clings to him when he starts to move, unable to suppress a smile. It feels so good, and he’s so lucky to have this. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles against Chan’s lips when he adds a second finger. “Chan, Chan, I missed you.”

Chan’s laughter is low and satisfied. “Don’t have to miss me anymore,” he says. “I’m right here.”

For all his talk of impatience, Chan does take his time opening him up. He keeps Felix distracted with kisses, and Felix breathes in Chan’s cologne, earthy and sweet, hoping it might ground him a little before he lets his mind slip away from him completely. It’s hard, especially when Chan starts to stroke over his prostate, especially when he adds a third finger.

Soon, though perhaps not soon enough, Chan is withdrawing his fingers from Felix’s body, giving him one final peck on the lips. Felix is weak and boneless from this treatment, and can barely find a complaint. Besides, he’s not so far gone that he can’t remember what comes next. Chan slicks up his cock, spreads Felix’s ass with one hand, and catches Felix’s eye. “Relax for me, okay?” he says softly.

Felix nods, blinking up at him. Chan leans forward, supporting himself by taking a fistful of the back cushion of the couch, right by Felix’s head, and pushes into him. Felix’s jaw locks open in a silent moan, eyes wide as Chan keeps going until he bottoms out. Felix wonders faintly if he’ll ever get over it, the feeling of Chan inside of him, the weight of his cock, the way it stretches him open. He kind of doubts it.

He hooks his ankles around the back of Chan’s waist, trapping him in the circle of his legs, holding him close. Chan rolls his hips with ease, bending down so he can mouth at Felix’s neck, his chest. He brings his hand up to Felix’s cheek, cupping his jaw.

The reality of it sort of hits Felix suddenly—it’s almost ridiculous. His friends probably aren’t even home yet, and here he is getting fucked stupid into Chan’s couch. And they have no idea. Their fans, too—they’ve been leaving them comments and messages all night, and they have no idea. It’s definitely because he knows he shouldn’t, but that makes it better. There’s a distinct pleasure that comes from thinking about how scandalized everyone would be if they found out the truth. The fear that accompanies it is far from his mind in this moment. He can worry about that part later. 

“God, you feel so good, baby,” Chan says. “Good thing I didn’t know what I was missing this whole time, or I’d just never get anything done. I was so distracted all this week, thinking of you.”

“Chan,” Felix whimpers, breath hiccuping out of his lungs as Chan speeds up. He thinks about Chan shifting around in his desk chair, desperately trying to finish his work, but struggling to keep his mind off of him. He feels the warmth of the flush that covers his body, embarrassed and pleased at the same time.

Chan raises his head, brings his lips close to Felix’s ear. “No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough. I needed you.” He runs his thumb over Felix’s open lips, pressing his nose into his neck, licking over his pulse point. Felix’s flicks his tongue out, swiping it over the tip of Chan’s thumb. Chan groans against his skin, pushing his thumb into Felix’s mouth. Felix closes his lips around it, hollowing his cheeks instinctually, letting out a pleased little hum.

“Jesus, baby,” Chan murmurs. “Bet you’re good at sucking cock.” Felix preens, nodding gently so he doesn’t hurt Chan. “Yeah? How about sometime tomorrow?” Felix nods again, whining a little to let Chan know how much he wants it. He’s been wanting to get his mouth on Chan’s cock, it’s just that so far he’s been more interested in getting fucked. Sometime tomorrow sounds good to him. “Tomorrow, then,” Chan continues, kissing his jaw. “I’ll fuck your throat, angel, if you want.”

“Want it,” Felix demands, muffled and garbled by Chan’s thumb. 

Chan presses the pad of his finger against Felix’s tongue. “Okay,” he soothes. “Don’t want to do it before we record, though. Can’t go messing up your instrument.”

That’s fine with Felix, too. He sucks on Chan’s thumb insistently, letting soft little moans out through his nose with every one of his thrusts. Chan’s grip on his jaw tightens; he rocks in, out, in, out, rough and dizzying and deep. Felix unhooks his ankles so he can let his legs drop open wider. He feels so dirty, letting Chan fuck him open like this, lying limp beneath him and letting him take and take. His thoughts run slow and lethargic through his mind, dulled by a haze of pleasure.

He’s surprised to hear Chan laughing. “I feel like a fuckin’ teenager,” he says. “I’m already close, baby. Hope you don’t hold it against me. It’s your fault, anyway, it’s what you do to me.”

Felix moans shakily, enthralled and enticed by the idea that he affects Chan just as bad as Chan affects him. Chan slips his thumb out of Felix’s mouth, giving Felix the space to reply. “It’s okay,” Felix says breathlessly. “I’m close, too.”

And he is, closer now when Chan wraps his hand around Felix’s cock and starts stroking him in time with his thrusts. He hadn’t realized how much precome had been dribbling out of his cock until Chan’s fist is instantly slick with it. Wet sounds fill the air, loud and obscene and hot. Felix feels sweat forming on his forehead as he pants, bucking his hips up into Chan’s hand, chasing the friction, whining for more. 

He can feel it when Chan’s about to come, can feel the way he twitches inside him, the way his hips falter and lose their rhythm, and then all he feels is heat, filling him up like he’s been wanting all week. 

“Oh, fuck, daddy,” he whimpers, and Chan groans, speeding up his hand. 

Felix comes with a cry, Chan buried deep inside him, shooting come up his stomach as he falls apart in Chan’s hands. He finds himself waiting as overwhelming pleasure washes over him, so powerful it’s nearly suffocating. Chan strokes him, slowing when Felix settles back into the couch, still shaking. His skin feels like it’s on fire, he’s pretty sure his toes are numb, and he can’t stop letting out pathetic little moans, even after he stops coming, even after his release begins to cool on his skin. 

“You okay, baby?” Chan whispers after a moment.

Felix nods unsteadily, desperately trying to focus on Chan’s face. “Yeah,” he whispers, “yeah, I’m good. Really good. Fuck, Chan.”

Chan laughs weakly, pulling out clumsily and reaching down to stop Felix from dripping on the couch or the rug. Too late, Felix remembers the plug he brought, but, he supposes, it would be uncomfortable to wear to bed. That, too, can wait until tomorrow.

Chan kisses him gently, using his other hand to scoop him up off the couch, standing both of them up and cradling a still-trembling Felix into his chest. “Shower, then bed,” he says softly, kissing Felix’s cheek, his forehead, his temple. “We’ll deal with all the other cleanup in the morning. Sound good?”

Felix gives a sleepy hum, mouthing at Chan’s neck. “Sounds good to me,” he replies, not even bothering to open his eyes as Chan guides them out of the room and down the hall.

☼ ☼ ☼

Felix blinks awake to a dark room. He can just barely see a sliver of light, sneaking in through a crack in the curtains, but it’s not enough to illuminate much other than the floor upon which it falls. He feels fingers moving against his back, and realizes Chan is already awake. He shifts his head up, trying to peer at him through the darkness.

“Good morning,” Chan whispers, kissing his forehead.

“Morning,” Felix hums back. It’s hot under the blankets, pressed this close to Chan, but he doesn’t want to pull away. He stretches up so he can kiss Chan’s jaw. The movement makes him shift his hips, and that’s when he realizes why he feels so warm. He’s hard against Chan’s thigh; he whines softly without meaning to.

“Here’s what I’m thinking,” Chan says softly, his tone just barely touched by amusement. “We take care of that, get some breakfast, and then head into the studio. As long as we don’t drag our feet, we should be able to get in around eleven, which will give us plenty of time to get some work done. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good,” Felix murmurs.

“Roll over on your other side for me, then,” Chan says, stretching his arm back behind him to get the lube. 

“Wait, I packed a surprise.” Felix has to hand it to his half-awake, lust-clouded mind. Somehow, he remembers the little butt plug stashed away at the bottom of his bag. He drags himself from the bed, stumbling across the room in the dark to find it, returning triumphant with the metal warming in his palm. He presents it to Chan, who groans softly. 

“You want to wear it today when we’re recording?” he asks, taking it and opening his arms so Felix can get settled on the bed. “That’s so naughty, angel.”

“Want your come, daddy,” Felix says simply.

“You’re a menace, you know that?” Chan replies, reaching between their bodies to prep him. 

Chan fucks him slow and deep and dirty, murmuring praise into his ear, one strong arm wrapped tight around his body to keep him close.  Felix arches back against him, resting his head on Chan’s shoulders while Chan grinds into him. He comes in his own hand, moaning weakly when Chan fills him up only moments later. 

Chan pulls out and slips the plug in swiftly and cleanly, smoothing his palm over Felix’s ass when he’s done. “Alright,” he says, kissing Felix’s shoulder. “Will you take care of the sheets while I start breakfast?”

“Sure,” Felix mumbles, rolling onto his back so he can kiss Chan properly before relinquishing his grip on his wrists so they can both get up. 

Breakfast is quick and simple, just eggs and toast, and then they clean up the remnants of last night and change into outside clothes. Felix leaves his things—they’ll come home before Chan drives him back to his dorm—and follows Chan down the hall towards the elevators.

The plug was easier to ignore when he was just standing around, but in the car, every bump, every turn, has him squirming in his seat. Chan casts a knowing look at him at a red light. “What is it, baby?” he asks, faux sweetness and ignorance.

Felix pouts. “You know what,” he manages, focusing very hard on keeping his voice steady. 

Somehow, Felix survives the car ride, and by the time they reach Chan’s studio, his pants don’t even feel as tight. He shakes himself, and they set to work on creating a few new songs. Luckily, they already had some half-baked tracks and random pieces of lyrics from their previous sessions, so it isn’t too hard to pull something together. They spend a few hours writing and rewriting, and then after a break for lunch, they spend the next few recording. By the time Chan settles back to edit, and Felix settles back to watch, they’re well into the afternoon.

With little to distract him now that his work is done, Felix can’t ignore the plug as easily, or the gathering of heat in his stomach. He tries lounging on the couch, on the floor; he tries sitting next to Chan to watch him work, but nothing can pull his attention or ease the warm pleasure that spreads across his skin and makes his brain feel slow and gooey.

“I can hear you fidgeting,” Chan says softly. Felix looks up from where he’s lying on the couch and realizes, yes, he’s been shifting around every few seconds without even really noticing it himself. “This was your idea.”

“I know,” Felix says, somewhat hoarsely. For the sake of his own pride, he would like to believe that it’s because he just spent the last few hours singing his heart out. “It just feels so good, and I want—” But he doesn’t even really know what he wants. It’s not like he wants Chan to fuck him, and it’s not like he necessarily needs to get off right now. He just knows he’s restless, and that he wants to be touching Chan. 

“Come here,” Chan says. Felix pulls himself up from the couch, curious, and walks over to stand beside Chan’s chair. “If we take the plug out, it’ll be messy. Are you still interested in letting me fuck your throat?”

He says it so nonchalantly that Felix doesn’t process it at first. “Here?” he asks, dropping his voice to just above a whisper, even though the studios are pretty much completely soundproof.

“If that’s okay with you.” Chan looks up at him. “Go close the blinds and lock the door. If anyone comes by, we’ll just say we were in the middle of recording.”

It’s not like Felix is going to refuse. And Chan’s right—if they’re going to fuck somewhere that isn’t his apartment, this is the next-safest place. If they lock the door, no one’s going to be able to barge in, and if they take a second to answer, no one is going to think twice about that, either. “Yeah, okay,” he says breathlessly, hurrying to lock the door and draw the shades. 

Chan pushes away from the desk to give Felix some room. Felix gets on his knees eagerly, tucking his feet underneath his ass and tilting his chin back. There’s just enough space for him to sit up without hitting his head. 

“You still have a bit to get done, right?” he asks as Chan reaches for the button of his jeans. 

“Yeah,” Chan says, blinking. “At least another hour or so.”

“Okay,” Felix says. “Then I won’t move too much. I’ll just—keep it warm for you so you don’t get too distracted.”

“So dirty, baby.” But the look Chan is giving him is fond. He reaches down and touches his cheek. “Sounds good,” he says softly. 

Felix waits patiently for Chan to undo his jeans. He’s surprised to see that Chan is already half-hard. He must have been noisier earlier than he thought. 

Chan scoots to the edge of his seat so that Felix doesn’t have to put his neck at an awkward angle. Felix opens his mouth, letting his tongue cover his bottom teeth, using the top of it to push his lower lip out. Chan runs one hand through Felix’s hair, making a loose fist to help hold him steady, and uses the other hand to guide his cock into Felix’s mouth. Felix closes his lips around the tip, giving a satisfied little hum. 

“So good for me,” Chan says softly, petting through Felix’s hair a few more times before returning his attention to the music. 

Felix takes more and more of him into his mouth until his gag reflex threatens to ruin everything. It’s one thing to fight it for a few minutes of getting throat-fucked; it’s quite another to try to stay relaxed for the better part of an hour. He can prove himself to Chan later; right now his job is just to sit still and be quiet. He palms himself through his jeans almost absently, just to keep the edge off, and contents himself in swallowing weakly around Chan’s cock and clenching down around the plug. 

He gets messy quickly; it’s hard not to. Drool slips out from between his lips and drips down his chin. He wipes it away, but it hardly helps. It doesn’t deter him, though; he’ll happily drool all over Chan’s cock so long as Chan lets him. There’s something about all of this that makes Felix’s skin turn so hot he worries he might burst into flame. He feels little and slutty, on his knees between Chan’s thighs, plugged up with Chan’s come, pathetically humping his own palm while Chan uses his mouth as a sleeve for his cock. He feels thoroughly used, and he loves it. 

Long minutes pass. Chan is mostly silent, save for a few quiet moans here and there whenever he accidentally shifts in his seat or when Felix hollows his cheeks as he swallows. One of Chan’s hands sneaks back down to Felix’s hair; Felix tilts his head to the side so he can rest his cheek on Chan’s thigh.

It must be a half an hour before Chan starts really reacting. The hand in Felix’s hair tightens until his scalp burns, and all Felix can do is focus on his breath so that he doesn’t choke. 

And then there’s a sharp rapping on the studio door, and he nearly does choke. 

“Oh, shit,” Chan says, releasing Felix and tucking himself back into his pants. Felix scrambles to his feet, smacking the top of his head on the bottom of the desk while he tries to wipe drool off of his chin. He and Chan check each other over, smoothing down their clothes, wide-eyed and silent, and then Chan points Felix towards the door of the actual booth while he goes to the studio door. 

Felix grabs the headset and stands in the threshold, making it look like they got interrupted mid-take as Chan pulls the door open. 

“Minho!” he says, his voice betraying nothing. “Why’re you here today?”

“Finishing some projects. Heard you were in with your new friend, thought I’d drop by and say hi.” Chan steps to the side to reveal a slightly taller man. He seems to be around Chan’s age, though he looks it a little more than Chan does. His features are clean and sharp, almost catlike; there’s a sort of elegance that pairs nicely with his air of cutting intelligence.

“Ah, yes,” Chan says brightly. “Felix, this is Minho, a friend from my college days. He’s the head of the board of directors of a record label, but his background is in producing, so he rents a studio here, too. Minho, Felix. I was wondering when we might run into each other, but Felix is only free on the weekends, and you’re usually not around then, so…” He shrugs. “But I guess today’s the day.”

Felix bows quickly. “It’s nice to meet you,” he says.

“Sorry for interrupting,” Minho adds somewhat belatedly. “It’s good to interrupt this one sometimes, though. He forgets to stop for rest.”

“Well, having Felix around helps,” Chan says with a grin. “I’m always worried about overworking him, so I end up taking better care of myself in the process.”

“I see. I like your work, by the way. You have a very unique voice,” Minho says with a smile, nodding at Felix.. “Anyway, I won’t keep you. I’m sure we’ll see each other around again.”

“Thank you,” Felix stammers.

“You still owe me dinner,” Minho adds, pointing an accusing finger at Chan. “See you two around!”

And with a wave, he’s gone. 

Chan shuts the door firmly, locking it again and turns to look at Felix. They stare at each other for a couple of seconds, and then they both burst out laughing. 

“Oh my god,” Chan says. “The one day we decide to—the one time we misbehave—it’s not funny, it could’ve been so bad—”

“It so is funny,” Felix chokes out through his laughter. “It’s fine. He didn’t suspect a thing.” He sets the headphones down and skips over to Chan, kissing him on the cheek. “But maybe we should pack up and head back to yours before we try anything else.”

Chan laughs weakly. “Yeah, that would probably be for the best. Let me just get to a good stopping place, okay?”

It only takes another half an hour before Chan calls it quits and Felix finds himself back in the car. He doesn’t try to stifle his noises this time around—they’re going home to fuck, after all—and by the time they get back, he’s leaking precome in his underwear.

They waste no time once they’re inside; Chan pulls Felix to his room so they both have a soft place to sit. Felix settles onto his knees, though he doesn’t sit back this time. Chan grabs his hair with both hands this time, leading him down onto his cock, waiting for him to take him as deep as he can (which, Felix notes proudly, is nearly all the way down) before rocking his hips forward experimentally.

When it’s clear Felix can take it, Chan gets bolder, rougher. Felix drools spit, and eventually the treatment brings tears to his eyes, but he doesn’t gag, doesn’t complain, just keeps his wide eyes on Chan’s, blinking prettily, even when the tip of Chan’s cock hits the back of his throat, even when he gets dizzy. 

“Close,” Chan hisses out. “You okay to swallow?”

Felix nods as vigorously as he can, trembling. He’s long forgotten his own pleasure, too focused on Chan; he can take it if it’s what Chan wants. Chan comes with a sweet, low moan, and Felix doesn’t even cough, pulling off slowly as Chan’s breathing slows.

Chan blinks his eyes open, giving Felix a lazy grin. He holds out a hand to help Felix to his feet, then immediately pulls him into his lap. “Now you, angel,” he murmurs into Felix’s skin. “A reward for being perfect.”

Pure joy sings through Felix’s whole body, electrifying and sugary sweet. 

[mtfstuff]

Detective Mark

It was largely a standard mission. To infiltrate and arrest criminals and drug dealers. Not a big thing.

The problem is that they've managed to get their hands on one of those body possession machines. Thats how they managed to get out of prison. According to the latest report, they have taken teenagers in possession. After that mission everything changed, but let me tell you about it from the start.

I was making myself something to eat as my boss walked in to talk to me.

"I got a new mission for you, Mark. Top secret, if you agree to do it.", he said.

"I'm listening. What should I do?", I answered.

"Criminals escaped the prison. Kenny Miller and Dan Schwarz. You know them?"

"Of course. I was the one who brought them behind bars. How did they escape?"

"Body possession. They got two guards which we later found unconscious 2 miles next to the prison."

"And my mission is to arrest them?"

"Roughly, yes. According to our latest reports they've managed to possess bodies of teenagers on a high school to start selling drugs again."

Now I knew what he wanted.

"I wont do that. You know I'm not into that.", I said.

"Top secret,  remember Mark. You're in.", he answered with a grin.

I let out a deep breath.

"Who will I take over?", I asked.

"The adoptive son of my dead sister.  He goes to the same school and was friends with the possessed victims. He is ready, so if you could follow me."

My boss walks away and I follow him through a door into the next room. The machine took almost the entire space of the room and by the looks of it, it was ready to use.

In front of it was a young guy, probably my new body. He turns around to reveal his thick glasses. He has to be almost blind without them, I thought.

"Hi, I'm Eric.", he said reaching forward to shake my hand. I felt how he checked me out. How he glanced at my arms, my beard and my boots.

I shook his hand.

"I'm Mark. I'll be the one you're swapping bodies with.", I said.

I saw how his eyes lightened up until my boss started talking.

"Not really.", he said. "As Mark needs your knowledge about the school Eric, we'll place his consciousness over yours."

"So we'll be two guys in one body?", I asked.

"Correct.", he answered.

Eric and I sit down at the opposite ends of the machine. Arms, legs and head are tied to the machine. We both give the sign that we are ready. I close my eyes and count to 3. As I open them again, everything looks blurry.

"I cant see shit!", I said with a high pitched voice.

Cant wait to have my body back soon, this body is not made for a man like me, I thought.

I'm sorry that you dont like my body but you agreed to do this mission, I heard the high pitched voice in my head. Erics voice.

Off to a great start, didnt know we could hear each others thoughts, I thought. This time Eric stayed quiet.

Someone put myself glasses on. We got untied and I stood up. It was weird to control such a lean body. I looked over to my real body, laying unconscious in the seat. I missed it already but that it was unconscious was better than someone else walking around as me. Last time I switched bodies for work it was with a 70 year old man. My body was sticky when I got it back and my bathroom and some of my clothes were full with cum. So disgusting to think of someone jerking off in my body. Especially when it was a 70 year old.

In the evening I got driven to the school where I should arrest Kenny and Dan.

Two days later I finished the mission and got driven back to the police station. I entered the room with the machine again and saw my old body still laying there as if it wasnt moved. I was so happy to see it again. I sat down on the seat, closed my eyes and counted to 3. I felt my real body again. The warm leather jacket, my tight pants and shirt on my muscles. I wiggled my toes in my leather boots. It felt so great not wearing those Chucks anymore.

I opened my eyes to see that I was still tied to the machine.

"You can untie me now, guys.", I said. It was so great to hear my deep voice again.

Only now I noticed that something wasnt right. The only person with me and Eric in the room was my boss. Normally, multiple people would operate the machine.

I looked at my boss who was talking to Eric. Both whispered.

"Is everything alright?", I asked.

Both of them looked at me and Eric chuckled.

"My nephew said that you were quiet cocky in his body. You made nasty remarks about his clothes, his looks and so on. As compensation, he'll use your body for some time", my boss said.

I was shocked. I never thought something like this would happen.

"Wait, no. This is not true!", I shouted. "I never said something like this."

But it was to late. My boss pressed the button again and I felt how Erics soul entered my body. It was a cold feeling, causing me to shiver. I tried to push him back into his own body but through the help of the machine he overpowered me. I felt how I lost control of my limbs, my muscular body.

Its a pleasure to use this body, I heard Erics voice in my head.

My boss looked at me with a dark grin as he said:"Codename."

"Exodus", I heard myself answer.

"Good it worked.", my boss said as he untied my body.

I had no control over my body as it stood up and my arms started to touch my body. Eric took off my leather jacket and sniffed it. He let out a moan and grabbed my dick. I felt how my dick raised and I couldnt do anything.

"You have 30 minutes for yourself in the bathroom. Here are some clothes we took from his home.", my boss said as he took out a black sportsbag. He opened it to give us a look.

"I see you in 35 minutes in my bureau, Mark.", he said leaving the room.

Eric grabbed the bag and went through the other door into the bathroom. We were alone.

He started to sniff my sweaty armpits and to lick my biceps. He rubbed my cock in my jeans while flexing my muscles in the mirror.

I felt how pre-cum started to drip into my jockstrap and I couldnt do anything against it.

Eric opened my belt and took my dick out of my jockstrap. He wanked it off but he didnt manage to shoot my load. He wanked so hard that he started to stumble. He looked down at my feet. At my black leather boots.

I always wanted to wear boots like this, even though I have to learn how to properly walk in them, his thoughts said.

Eric sat down on a toilet seat and pulled both boots off. He wiggled with my toes in my gold toe socks as he raised the first boot to my nose and put my dick into the second. I could smell the warm, worn leather and the sweat and I felt how that turned Eric on.

I felt how he pressed the top of my dick against the sole of my boot right as my body shot my first load. Eric opened my mouth and let out a loud moan. I was deeply embarrassed.

He switched boots so that I could smell the sweet cum inside my boot which caused me to shoot my second load right into my other boot.

He took off my Red shirt and wrapped it around my dick.

"Watch this.", he said.

He put both boots, with the cum inside, back on. I felt how my socks started to soak it up, it felt disgusting. Like wet socks. But this caused me to shoot my last load and probably the biggest I've ever had into my shirt.

Satisfied with what he did he looked at my watch.

10 minutes left. Time to dress up again, he thought.

He took my jockstrap and my pants off while walking back to the bag.

He looked inside and took a black jeans, jockstrap and a blue shirt out. He put the shirt on, letting my fingertips glide over my abs. He lifted my booted foot to put on my new jockstrap when I heard his thoughts. I dont need this, the jeans will feel great too. So he grabbed my black jeans and put it on. He put on my belt, my gun and my badge. At last he lifted my leather jacket from the bag, sniffed it one last time and put it on. He stuffed the old clothes into the bag and left the bathroom.

He walked into the bureau of my boss.

"Looking good, my son.", my boss said.

"Mark. We're not alone.", Eric answered. He crossed his arms. "What now?"

"First, we just got called to a crime scene. Ready up, we're driving in 5 minutes." He made a sign to come closer and Eric walked around the desk to stand next to him.

"After that, we'll test that body to the max at home.", my boss whispered.

"Sounds good.", Eric answered.

The whole trip to the crime scene was torture. I had to see Erics thoughts about my naked body and the one of my boss. So gross. He also looked through my memories. I tried to stop him but I was too weak.

Arriving at the crime scene I felt how my heart started to beat faster. Eric was nervously looking through my memories how to act as me. I didnt bother to stop him as I got weaker every time I tried and as I had to think about what gruesome night stood before me. I had to make peace that he will be me forever.

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Too Young (Forrest Bondurant x Reader) [Request]

I’m fine thank you can I describe my request because there is a no word for this at least i dont know I’m 21 so if you include this in imagine i will be really happy i love forrest bondurant he is shy caring strong and little bit mad giant bear a i want it fluffy and little bit angst I thought forrest wouldn’t want to love younger than him. I hope i can tell what i request because english not my native thank you so much again not much forrest imagine i really love this — Requested by @shooterere

This turned into something more than I expected. I had fun!

Warnings: none

Gif Source: fandomfatale

Pa operated one of the smaller bootlegging businesses in the county, but the moonshine he made was worth a hundred of the bottles being churned out by other operations in the immediate vicinity. People paid good money for your pa’s moonshine, though you wouldn’t know it to look at you and your family.

You lived in a ramshackle house on the edge of a farm known for producing one good crop for every five. You had just as many siblings, all of them younger than you, racing around the house like demons and driving both you and your beleaguered mother to wits’ end. So when Pa asked you to make a delivery, on account that the oldest of your brothers was a scant fourteen, and the fact that no one would stop you, you leapt at the opportunity. You put on your Sunday best, though it wasn’t much, and drove the old beat-up Ford truck down the country road into town.

It was there you met Forrest Bondurant. He operated the gas station you pulled up to after you delivered the moonshine. The smell of pie wafting from inside the restaurant behind the station was too good to resist.

He sat alone, his hat resting on the table in front of him. Glancing up when you entered, his brow furrowed as you slowly walked through the restaurant and up to the counter. You ordered a slice of the pie and a small cup of coffee, no cream, no sugar.

“This ain’t the watered-downed stuff,” the waitress told you.

“I know.”

The apple pie was thick and rich with apples and cinnamon flavoring. As you sat eating it, you swept your gaze around the room. There weren’t many people inside, but as soon as you fixed on Forrest, all else fell away. He met your eyes levelly, a frown pulling on his mouth. Tucking an errant strand of hair behind your ear nervously, you returned to your meal.

He approached you a moment later, the scrape of his chair back against the wooden floor alerting you to his intentions. You swallowed thickly, working up your courage as your heart fluttered with hope.

“You Frost Farm’s oldest?” The way his voice purred made a shiver roll through you even as disappointment followed it. He wasn’t interested in you, only in who your pa was.

“Yeah,” you answered, looking down.

“What are you doin’ here?”

“Making a delivery.”

“Your pa sends you off to do that yourself?”

“My first time today, but he hurt himself, so I figure I’ll be doing it for some time.”

“How’d he hurt himself?”

“He fell,” you lied.

Forrest’s gaze burned through you. Standing firm, you ate the last of the pie and swigged it down with the dregs of the coffee, the bitter mingling with the sweet down your throat. Excusing yourself, you slipped off the stool and kept yourself from sprinting away to the beat of your thumping heart.

~~

Forrest showed up the next day at the farm. You were out in the field, elbow-deep in the dirt, when the truck engine chugged up the dirt road. You recognized it vaguely as one you had seen parked outside the Bondurant gas station. You didn’t see who exited the vehicle.

Turning back to your work, you yanked out another weed and ignored the beating of the sun overhead.

When your stomach rumbled as the sun reached its zenith, you rubbed off the dirt on your apron and headed back inside for lunch. The truck was still parked outside the house.

As you neared the front door, it opened. You froze in your tracks. Forrest Bondurant stepped across the threshold, bidding your parents goodbye with some mumbled words. He paused when he saw you.

“Mr. Bondurant,” you said, nodding nervously.

He nodded back, putting the hat firmly on his head. His gaze swept over you. You became painfully aware of the dirt across your hands and knees and how it stained your apron and dress.

“I’m taking you for your other deliveries,” he mumbled suddenly. “’Til your pa gets better.”

You blinked in surprise, tried to find words. “Thank you.”

He nodded and stepped past you, leaving you stunned on the porch.

~~

The first few deliveries, made in your truck, not Bondurant’s, passed in awkward silence. You didn’t quite mind it so much, if it weren’t for the fact that being nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with the man was sending your senses quite mad. Not even the Franklin boy from the farm next door had made you as deliciously nervous as Forrest did. Your head swam with it.

But the trips after that improved when you began talking to him. You didn’t say too much, because he seemed too quiet to listen to you ramble on. Rather than complain about your siblings or the lack of help for the farm, you focused instead on the moonshine business.

“I dunno know if Pa told you, but we got into trouble with the law,” you said after a delivery. “They wanted our earnings, but Pa told ’em that we don’t have enough to pay. They broke his leg for that.”

“Were you there?”

“Outside, looking between the slats. I waited ’til they were gone before I went in to help Pa.”

Forrest frowned. “Why were you there?”

“I work the stills.”

He fixed you with a stare.

“It’s nothing,” you assured him. “I like the work, honest. It’s very methodical, and I like that.”

Forrest remained silent for the rest of the drive ’til you neared town.

“Show me,” he said.

You hesitated. “But you’re the competition.”

“I won’t steal your secrets. I just want to see.”

You wanted to show him, to impress him, but the idea of the Bondurants taking over your stills or trying to use your methods nagged at you. The desire to please him won out. You turned the car toward the farm and drove well past it, deep into the woods extending beyond it. Then you hooked a right and stopped the truck.

From there, you walked Forrest all the way down into a small ravine that led to a cave in the hill swelling behind it. The cave smelled cool and a bit damp, but you had remedied that with some techniques to moderate the temperature. Forrest made a circuit of the room, eyeing your still critically as you walked him through parts of your process.

“Figure we could make gin this way eventually, too,” you said, “when they lift the Prohibition.”

He looked at you keenly.

“They’ll do it,” you assured him. “Otherwise we’ll have ourselves another war.”

He grunted noncommittally and took a swig from a nearby bottle, testing the quality of the moonshine. The soft light from the oil lamp you had lit bathed his face in warm golds. Caught up by the vision, you reached out and gently touched his cheek.

He froze, turned woodenly to you. The guarded look in his eyes discouraged you.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“You’re too young.”

“I’m twenty-one.”

He shook his head.

Frustration welled up within you. You glanced up at him, your hand clenching into a fist at your side. “Too young. Too female. Too fragile. You sound like every other man I’ve ever talked to.”

He blinked in surprise, taken aback by your sudden emotion.

“I can do more than you think I can, and I’m not that fragile. I’ve had to grow up fast, because Ma’s too weak and Pa’s not got enough boys yet to help him.” You grabbed his hand suddenly, pressed his palm flat against yours. “Feel that? I don’t have soft hands. Those are working hands. When I’m not in the fields, I’m in here, making the best goddamn moonshine in the county. I don’t have time, you see, to waste on being young.”

Forrest stared into your face as the wind died out of you. You turned away, suddenly embarrassed by the outburst. “Get out of my workshop.”

He didn’t even hesitate. He walked right of the cave. You waited fifteen minutes before realizing that it was rude to let him walk all the way back to town on foot. You raced to the truck and drove down the road until you found him lumbering across the dirt. You drew up beside him and wordlessly opened the door. He hesitated before climbing up into the cab.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

You felt his eyes on you the entire drive, as though he were trying to keep you rooted to the spot. At last, you arrived at the gas station.

“You don’t come with me on deliveries anymore,” you said.

He didn’t get out of the car. “Who else has said those things to you?”

“What things?”

“About you being too weak.”

You shrugged. “Everyone. Probably your own damned brothers, for all I know. ‘Waste of a pretty face, making that girl work the fields. She ought to be providing a family.’ But I like the work. I like working.”

The cab filled with silence as Forrest stared out the windshield at the dark restaurant. Exhaustion settled in your bones from the emotional outburst and the pain of rejection.

“If you worked here,” Forrest said suddenly,” your hands wouldn’t be so rough.”

You frowned. “But I don’t work here.”

“I could get someone to work for your pa on the farm,” he continued in a low rumble. “And you could work here and your workshop.”

“Are you offering me a job?”

He grunted.

“Why?”

He shifted uneasily on the seat. “To keep you around, if you won’t let me make deliveries with you.”

The pieces didn’t quite fit together. “Why would you want to keep me around? I’m too young, you said.”

“I did,” he agreed.

“Then why?”

He fixed his eyes on you with a look that said, Do I really have to say it?

You met his gaze for a long while before slowly nodding, feeling something like hope flutter in your chest again. He nodded back, grunted quietly, and wished you a good night as he climbed out of the car.

[uwuwriting]

Hawks w/ fem!reader who’s struggling to conceive

Request: If you're still accepting bnha requests, I was hoping you can write one for Hawks and his s/o (defs can be gender neutral, trans, etc.). I've become attached to the kiddos you have written for them and I'm wondering, what if they had trouble conceiving? From IVF to surrogacy, not everyone has an easy time making kids. Whatever route they take is up to you (whatever fits best), but I think it would be a sweet moment where they dont think they can ever have kids then BAM! Suddenly, twins. - @sykandron​ 

I’ve been reading some hc from other fandoms *cough* Haikyuu *cough* and I felt that it was about time to tackle this ask. Since I’m a 17 year old toddler you would assume that I know nothing about this. But I study biology and that doesn’t make this any easier bc I don’t know a single thing about this topic. So I did my research and I tried my best. Hope you like it. Love yaa. 💖💖💖

warnings: triggering content, trouble conceiving, some depressive thoughts. 

-Keigo and you have been together since high school and he married you last year. 

-Even though he’s a pro hero which is a very stressful and time consuming job, it doesn’t take him much time before he wants to start a family. 

-You are in love that’s for sure so a person made form your love is not hard to imagine but you are beyond concerned. 

-Keigo doesn’t have much time for himself and as much as you don’t mind not seeing him for long amounts of time but a child needs to see their father. 

-And you don’t believe that you can raise a child on your own. 

-Your relationship has been built on trust and communication, so you sit down and talk everything through him.

-If he’s being honest he has been concerned about the time he will get to spend with his child as well because he’s number 2....and that’s a handful.

-So you made an agreement.

-You would make a schedule that Keigo would have to follow unless something urgent came up and he would try to minimize his time spent at work. 

-You would give this schedule a try for a month and if he could keep it up you would begin to try for a baby. 

-Surprisingly he made it work and had to leave for an emergency only four times.

-So you got to baby making and you went at it for months. 

-When you got no results even after trying the “best” positions and eating specific foods that would make you more fertile, you started getting discouraged. 

-Keigo suggested going to the doctor to check if something was wrong, with both of you. 

-After your appointment you had to wait for some days before you could get your results back.

-And boy if they weren’t disappointing. 

-Turns out that you both had problems of your own, Keigo not having a strong enough seed and you having an overly hostile environment so conceiving would be a challenge. 

-To say your were devastated was an understatement. 

-You closed yourself off and for the first time in your relationship, there was no communication. 

-Keigo tried talking to you, tried to pull you out of your own thoughts, but to no avail. 

-Your brain was working against you and it showed. 

-You wouldn’t eat, you slept longer and became sloppy in the workplace. 

-He would find you bawling your eyes out in the bathroom and then coming out with a hollow look.

-It was killing him as much as it was killing you.

-So he did some research. 

-And when I say some I mean that he went to like 15 doctors and bought 50+ books about the issue and he came up with around 10 solutions to your problem. 

-Of course the last two on the list were the ones you wanted to avoid, adoption and sperm donation, not that you minded adopting but you wanted a small Keigo to be honest and the idea of donation was off the table. 

-You felt very uncomfortable with the idea. 

-So after he talked to you and convinced you to try what he found, you agreed to try for a year.

-If nothing came of it you would adopt.

-And that’s how it all started. 

-Vitamins and special pills, doctor appointments and hormonal treatments. 

-Nothing seemed to work and you were staring to get disappointed. 

-It was nearing the end of the deadline you had set when you started throwing up in the morning. 

-Your appetite changed and everything smelled awful, your feelings were all over the place and you couldn’t seem to control your tears. 

-Keigo was the logical one for once and took you to the doctor.

-When he came inside the room with the results of your tests with a smile so wide and bright that it blinded you, you knew something was up. 

- “I’m happy to announce that you made it! You are pregnant dear.”

-You swear that the whole clinic heard your squeals. 

-Keigo went full dad mode even though it would be some time before the baby could actually be seen on a sonogram.

-He changed his work schedule even more, staying home longer and minimizing his patrols. 

-Sure he was the number 2 hero but his baby is his top priority and you cannot change my mind. 

-When you got your first sonogram and saw them, Keigo had been called in for an emergency and try as he might he couldn’t avoid it. 

-You had to push him out of the clinic because he wouldn’t leave. 

- “The public is in danger you dumb bird!”

- “I AM NOT MISSING MY CHILD!”

-What in the world??

-You got home before him and you waited patiently, sonogram in hand and two champagne glasses one for actual champagne and one for some apple juice. 

-The moment he stepped through the door he rushed to you and would’ve tackled you if you weren’t pregnant. 

- “Are they healthy? Is everything alright? I don’t like that smile you’ve got. Is it the baby or because I ate your Doritos, I swear I’m going to buy you more!”

- “YOU ATE MY DORITOS????”

-When you raised your hands in the air he saw the pictures you were holding and he focused on that and that alone. 

-You followed his gaze and giggled, patting the space next to you and pecking him on the cheek. 

-He looked at the images in front of him and....was confused beyond belief. 

-Is..is that a baby? It looks like a shadow. Is it a shadow? Are all babies shadows? Shadow babies....

-Seeing the look on his face you let a hearty laugh before grabbing his hands and making them into fists. 

-You brought them together and traced one of them with one finger while your other hand was tracing one shadow on the sonogram. 

- “That’s one baby and that’s another baby.”

-He froze, looking at his fists with his brows furrowed until it hit him.

-Twins.

-He was having twins. 

-All this hard work for a baby and he had been blessed with two.

-He looked at you then, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as a smile made its way on his face. 

-He hugged you tightly, his tears wetting his your shirt and a string of ‘thank you’s and ‘I love you’s spilling from his mouth. 

-He was truly happy with his family.

-Just him, you and your two nuggies against the world. 

BONUS:

- “Weak sperm my ass I got you pregnant twice in one go.”

- “It doesn’t work that way you dumb KFC meal.”

- “Chicken nugget juniors disagree with you. Ain’t that right my little chicks??”

TAG TEAM AY: @brattyquirks​ , @the-arcana-fan-fic​

[queenofwerewolves]

Future Hope - chapter 1.5 - Practice Makes Perfect

Our heroes didnt get their powers and knew from night to day how to manage them, especially those who had physical changes to their body. Our soon-to-be heroes were all reunited in Maria's house, they had planed to spend the afternoon practing and exploring their new limits and abilities, all helping eitch other.

They decided since Griff had the biggest change, they would focus on him first. At the moment they were out in backyard, eitch one giving suggestions on what to begin first.

"Pick us all up at once with your new muscles!" Said Muffin excitedly. "That's still too light! Pick us all up plus Maria's car" Said Spike, chewing once again on a bubblegum.

"You all leave Hellride out of this!" Maria responded angrily. "That car was expensive as fuck and I refuse to go back to a life of Ubers!" She crossed her arms, indignified.

"You named your car?" Kip answered from high up a tree branch, as cats do. "I name all my belongings, what of it?" Maria answered. "And they're all cool names, too".

"Hellride? Really?" Spiked scoffed. "Because she rides fast as Hell! Look can we get back on track and find something for Griff to test his strenght?!" Maria answered nervously with a touch of embarrassment.

"Unless we find an Indiana Jones boulder for him to spin on his finger like a damn basketball we arent gonna get any damn progress!" Spike shouted back.

Maria sighed and shook her head. "I hate it when you have a point.." Griff nervously scratched the back of his head. "There must be something we can do.." He quietly mumbled out.

"I got it!" Muffin shouted, they all turned to face her. "I forgot Im a fairy! I can just poof something up!" She said excitedly. Everyone stared at her with either a confused or shocked look.

"..How... Do you FORGET that you're a fairy?!" Spike blurted out nervously. "You have fucking wings! How does one forget they have huge pink glittery wings?!"

Muffin just shrugged.

Maria smiled wide. "OK Muffin, give us something huge and heavy for Griff to use!" Muffin nodded and grabbed her wand which had a muffin on the tip. "Wand cook, beat and bake! Give us a big large and tasty cupcake!" She waved her wand and out appeared from a bunch of pink glittery smoke, a nearly two-story house tall chocolate cupcake.

"... Why a cupcake..?" Blink asked as she peeked behind her mask, in slight awe and wanting to secretly a bite out of it. "I can only make sweets!" Muffin said with a shy tone. "Im not a fighter like you guys, I only want to make people happy and eat candy!"

"That is certainly the biggest pastry I've ever seen! So large and beautiful, I bet tasty as well!" "Not to mention DIABETIC AS HELL!!! We could die from a heart attack eating that! Or worse, we could get fat! Even fatter! And become even uglier then we already are! This is too overwealming I need a nap!"

Rooko and Rooki suddenly spoke, almost taking everyone off guard on how their friend Rook is suddenly two split personalities now based on the Youtube character ENA, one is always happy while the other is always sad, and depending on the situation they can go Manic or Miserable.

"OK Griff, show us what you can do!" Maria shouted excitedly. Without missing a second, Griff bent over and gripped the edge of the massive cupcake, after struggling a bit he slowly but surely, lifted the entire thing over his head, smiling proudly.

His friends cheered and applauded proudly. Feeling satisfied, he dropped the cupcake and dusted the chocolate crumbs off his hands and fur. "Yokusei!" He shouted, and with a naruto-like smoke poof, he turned back to his human self. Maria ran and hugged him tightly, which Griff embraced and hugged back with a slight twirl.

"Griff you were amazing!!" Maria said with a proud tone, Griff slightly blushed pink at the small punk girl and her excitement. "Oh shucks, it was nothing.." He said with a shy tone.

"Well, and seems we concluded Griffin's training." Togekiss said as they took a sip of tea. "He jump twice as high as a two-story house, his punches and kicks can knock down brick walls and possibly more if we werent limited on objects to test it with, he can hear twice as much then a dog could with his ears, and his sense of smell is impecable. Truly Griff is a strong asset to our team."

"I can only train my powers at night.." Said Spooks, holding an umbrella to protect her from the sun, now that it injures her. "Muffin's power is only sweet making. Togekiss has exceptional I.Q and can see simulations in the future like Garnet in Steven Universe, along with their strong telekenisis, and Kip simply draws whatever she desires, whether alive or not and it becomes a reality... That means it's Rook's turn to show us what she can do" She finished.

"Wonderful! It's our time to shine!" "I-I-I not ready! Everyone's gonna laugh at us! I-I might piss myself in fear!" "Oh pull yourself together dear! Our friends wont laugh at us!" "How do we know that?! They're just waiting to correct us on a dumb mistake!!!"

Rook's body shook and twitched as her eyes turned to static, suddenly her entire eyes turned black with a blue iris, she turned Miserable.

"They're gonna laugh and point at our foolish selves, we're gonna be so embarrassed that we'll wish that the Earth will swallow us whole and just fucking kill us now!! Go ahead! Laugh at us and our misfortune!!!"

"ooh shit" Maria said. "can someone calm her down?"

Rook's eyes change to regular as her Miserable side went away. "No need my good Queen! We are completly fine! Now prepare to be dazzled as we show you all what we can do!" q

Rook pulled out a harry potter-like wooden wand, waved it around. "Bloom and Blossom and protect who I love! Rise my pretties, rise high and above!" Rooki shot an orange light at the grass, which made dozens of flowers bloom and grow around Spike and Blink.

"This is only one of my tricks! It's a shield that protects them from almost anything! My main weakness is fire, because while plants are beautiful, they are also sadly very, very flammable"

"Cool." Said Spike before using his bat to aggressivly hit the flowers and the vines aside so he and Blink could leave.

"M-M-My turn I guess!" Rook took hold of the wand and waved it in circles. "Razzle Dazzle Shine and Show, make their body move it low!" Rooko shot a blue light at Spooks, which made unwillingly and uncontrolably start dancing and as the spell said, make her go low.

"O-OH GOD SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP I DONT LIKE HOW MY BUTT IS MOVING THIS MUCH!!" She shouted in desperation as she made a split and moved it even lower.

"M-My deal is with music! I-It works as a way of distraction o-or hypnosis and it lasts for 30 minutes un-le-less I say otherwise! I-I know it's a sucky power!"

"OK COOL CAN I STOP DANCING PLEASE IM GETTING A CRAMP!!!" Yelled Spooks, practically begging. Rooko flicked her wand and Spooks fell on the ground, panting. "OH MY POOR HAMSTRINGS THEY ACHE!!" She yelled in utter pain, meanwhile Maria and Spike were absolutely losing it.

"O-OH GOD MY STOMACH HURTS-" Said Spike in between laughter.

"OK you guys cool it" Said Blink. "It's our turn to practice now. We're the only ones who use regular weapons." She said drawing her sword and positioning her mask back in place.

"O-OK! OK!" Maria said getting up, she pulled out a small staff and whipped it, making it stretch out wide into a full, large red and black scythe, with a rose print on the blade. Spike spun his bat and spat his gum out.

"So. Who's ass Im kicking first?" Said Spike. "Wait on second thought this might be unfair." Said Blink. "Me and Maria had blades while Spike has a bat, maybe we should-"

Before she could finish, Spike swung his bat and hit Blink sword, knocking it out of her hand before kicking her back at the ground. Blink fell back hard before she could even process what happen, dumbfounded but angry, she snarled. "Oh it's on now Motherfucker." She extended her hand and the sword flew back to her hand, as she charged towards Spike, who moved out of the way as soon as Blink swung her sword, which if he hadnt been for Maria's scythe, would have sliced her right up.

"Dude! Chill! This is a pratice!" Maria spoke as both of their blades were against eitch other. Blink hopped and flipped over her and landed on a tree branch, croutching like a ninja. She put her hands together and in a small puff of smoke and disappeared. Spike and Maria were back to back, ready to counterattack Blink, what they didnt expect was for her to attack from underground.

Buring up from the dirt, she got both of them off their feet and charged after Spike, who barely managed to regain his balance before his using bat his block Blink's sword. A back and forth of clash-clings-and-clangs between metal begun, one attacking the other but eitch blocking every attack again and again.

Spike ducked a sword slash and roundhouse kick Blink's leg, which was effective since she's practically a ninja. She backflipped back on her feet and kept attacking swiftly. But a sudden scythe blade cut in between them, stopping the fight.

"That's enough!!!" Maria shouted. "You both are gonna end up hurting yourselves or eitch other! im ending it now!!"

"Oh what the hell dude?!" Blink shouted indignified. "I was about to beat him!!" "Oh please." Answered Spike. "Was that the best you could do? Sakura could do a better job kicking my ass" He scoffed. They began to argue loudly, genuinely angry at eitch other.

"THAT"S ENOUGH!!!!" Maria shouted, making them, and everyone else look at her.

"It doesnt matter would win that fight! This was a practice and not a competition!! The point of us being a team and getting powers in the first place was for all of us to make the world a better place, but the only way that can happen is if all of us work together!! As a team!!!"

They stood in silence, listening to her talk and set them straight.

"As cheesy as that sounds, it's true!! We shouldnt fight eitch other like this, you're not just my friends, we're all friends with eitch other! We all go along well and we know that, that's why I got you all together, because no one can bond better in a team then all of us together!!!"

"... She's right." Togekiss added, walking towards them. "We all started as simple individuals with free time on a website, but we all shared common interests, we grew closer.. And suddenly like that, we all became friends.. A family, if you will."

"We take care of eitch other and look out for one another." Said Spooks.

"Just like how you all did for me.. When I almost died. Almost died because of the shit and violent world we live in." Maria said.. With a slight crack in her voice.

"You're bringing in the same violence that almost killed me.. So please.. Please stop fighting.. We're all in this together.. Right..?"

Spike and Blink dropped their weapons and hugged Maria, and everyone else joined in as well.

"You're right, we're sorry Queen." Said Spike. "We got overwhealmed and we didnt mean it. We wont fight again, because you're right." Added Blink.

"We only have eitch other in this world, and if we want to change it we have to stick together, just like you said." Spike said one more time.

"And we wont let you down.. We promise.." Griff finished, with everyone agreeing with what he said.

And so they stayed for a moment, embraced within eitch other in a group hug. A family isnt perfect, there will be disagreements, but a good bond will always overcome those disagreements, and that's what they had, a good bond.

A bond that's practically unbreakable and untaintable. A bond that will soon be ready, and fight together to make the world a better place.

A bond that will the world's Future Hope..

[jojo-fantasy-aus]

Fantasy Au!

Joksuke x F!Reader-ch 6.

It Takes Two.

I call this chapter "please dont bottle up your feelings"- enjoy!

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You had only ever seen royals eat such extravagant, foreign food. Things like that just weren't on the menu for the working class unless it was a holiday or festival. Even then, you still had never had any yourself, until now that is.

Rows upon rows of lunch courses were laid out in front of you on the rosewood table. You were already salivating, this was quite a feast, and a delicious one at that. The savory smells that filled the air could make a man go mad. You weren't the only one stuffing your face, but you certainly were the only one out of your original group to restrain yourself just enough to not look like a feral squirrel. Shigetchi laughed as he looked over the table.

"I hope you enjoy this Josuke, Okuyasu. Because it's the only free meal you're going to get from me!"

You smile a bit at the small man's exclamation, but Josuke and Okuyasu only groan.

"Come on man, aren't you a little too rich to be so stingy?" Okuyasu huffs, mouth still full of food. Josuke nods aggressively in support, chewing avidly on his lunch. Shigetchi chuckles, and you almost flinch when he grabs his fork a little too violently. It was just a way for him to bluff retaliation, you were sure, but even so the action had you on edge. It was normal, considering the events in the past week.

The men's conversation became a little muffled, and you had almost lost your appetite. Simply pawing at the food with your fork. Life really had gotten a bit strange, hadn't it?... Would it ever go back to normal again? You had tunnel vision, dead set on your plate. You were starting to feel defenseless as you recited everything over again in your head. No wonder you were so jumpy, you were living your worst nightmare. One in which you were constantly in peril and haven't been able to do shit about it. You really weren't hungry at all anymore, anxiety had filled your stomach instead of food.

"Miss? Did you hear me?" You snapped your head up, and everyone was staring at you. You swallowed the food you had just now realized you were still chewing, and nervously set down your fork. You had spaced out for a bit longer than you realized. You noticed before you spoke that Josuke had tensed, avoiding eye contact with you.

"Sorry, I'm a bit out of sorts today. Could you repeat that?" Shigetchi nodded. Wiping his face with his napkin.

"I've invited the rich man that you are investigating over for tea this afternoon. I have vowed to him not to discuss any of our business operations, but that doesn't mean I can't plant a spy." He started to twirl his fork in between his fingers, setting his elbow down on the table to rest his head in his hand. He had such bad manners for a man with so much money.

"Okuyasu would stand out right away, and Josuke has no clue on how to properly serve tea, or food for that matter. You are the only person that can properly get the job done without raising suspicion, or be legally tracked back to me."

"Oh," You murmured. He wanted you to spy? Such a thing was so adamantly discouraged at the Palace, that you almost immediately rejected the idea. But you knew he was right. This was definitely something you could do quite well. You pursed your lips as you thought about it, you would finally have a foot in the door of finding the princess, instead of just watching others help the cause. You were about to answer when Josuke spoke up.

"I don't think she should do it." Your brows furrowed at Josuke, Shigetchi looked confusedly at him. Okuyasu was still eating.

"You took a vow not to speak about anything you discuss with this man, correct? So what do we do if he finds out She's a spy. Shigetchi, this too dangerous in the long run." He was right. You knew he was right. It was just so frustrating to realize. If you did this- you would finally be useful again. You would stop being completely useless to the team you had devised. If anything you had been more of a nuisance than a teammate all this time anyway.

You suddenly felt determined to see this plan through. Josuke was sweet, and smart, and kind, but you couldn't play it safe like he wanted you to. You told him that already, earlier today. You realized that in a flash of anger. You had to do this. If not for the princess, for yourself.

"Everything that we are doing is dangerous, Josuke. Why would this be any different than anything we've done before?" You hadn't meant for your voice to raise, but you were much too angry to apologize. The food was long forgotten by now, even Okuyasu had stopped eating. Josuke raised an eyebrow at you.

"It's different because it's you. You, all alone without any sort of defense in case things go wrong-"

"I'm not defenseless!" You shouted, standing straight up and slamming your hands on the table. You were shaking from the adrenaline. Why did you do that? It was like all the emotion from the past few days started to catch up with you in one awful moment. All three men looked at you, suddenly very concerned. You felt the need to leave before you were flooded with shame and regret. You looked straight at Shigechi.

"I'll do it. Let me know the details later, I'm afraid I must take my leave." Just like that, you had stormed out of the dining hall and into the corridor.

Your vision had started to tear up. Why had you snapped so suddenly? It was so hard to understand everything that was going on, besides the fact that the people around you clearly didn't have faith in you. Your heart was pounding in your ears. Whatever this was, it wasn't healthy. You used to sit with Yukako for hours, and you would just let each other unload, obviously it hadn't been possible to do that lately. You took a deep breath, desperately trying to keep yourself from crying. Josuke's call of your name cut clear through the air, but you kept walking. He called again, this time right by your side. Damn him and his cardio.

"I never wanted to imply you were- I'm just- worried about you!" You snorted, speed-walking faster. Josuke easily kept up.

"I told you this morning that I was not going to go home. That also meant that I was not going to just sit back and do nothing while you and Okuyasu are out working your asses off to find Yukako!" He huffs at your words, eyes casted downwards.

"I'm sorry. I know you've already given me your answer, but I just don't think doing this without m- without at least one of us is a good idea." You didn't want to talk to him anymore. You were starting to feel bad for yelling again, but it was understandable right? You had a reason to be angry, didn't you? After a silent split second Josuke called your name again, and grabbed your wrist.

You didn't know if it was the tug from him stopping dead in his tracks and pulling on your arm, or how overwhelmed you were. It was just a reflex. You knew it was him but for a moment it felt like that disgusting man again-

The slap stung your palm long after it was over and done with. You didn't know what to do. You just stood there, wide eyed at your own actions, looking at Josuke. He stared back, heart-wrenching incredulous eyes looking through you.

"I- I'm so, so sorry. I didn't- I don't-" Tears started to well over in your eyes. You didn't know what to say. Josuke didn't let go of your arm, gently holding it in his grasp.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for tugging on you like that." The tears started to come faster, and your face started to scrunch up in an ugly cry. Josuke softly pulled you into an embrace, testing the waters almost, and you couldn't help but melt into his warmth. You held onto him like he was your lifeline, your bodies pressed as close together as they could.

 

After that, Josuke realized that part of the reason you were acting so strange had to be the lack of control you had. There wasn't really any other explanation to it. He could see how overwhelmed you were, and made a decision for both of your sakes. He would follow you back to Shigetchi's tonight, and you would never know.

Maybe he should've listened to his mom when she suggested he be a doctor.

 

You felt much, much better after crying. Of course, the guilt of this morning still remained. Shigetchi probably thought you were crazy though. After taking the few hours in-between lunch and the meeting to calm yourself, you were confident you would do this job perfectly.

You had never blended in so well before. Serving the dishes and the tea was a piece of cake, you were a bit smug that all of those years serving the royal cook's food with hard-earned poise and grace finally came in handy.

The man that Shigetchi had over for tea was Viscount Brimsey, a man you had seen quite often in fact. One word to describe him thoroughly would be, "royal ass-kisser". It seemed that his reputation at the castle followed him here as well.

"You've quite outdone yourself, Yangu. These scones are quite divine," you fought the urge to roll your eyes as you served the tea with ease.

"Thank you," Shigetchi smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Sarah, my cook, has always done an excellent job."

"I'm jealous, the old maid at the villa has started to get sloppy with the preparations. Just last week she…"

The fine China teapot gently landed on the tray with a clink, and you carefully picked it up and set it on the trolley. The Viscount paid you no mind as you rolled the tray out of the room. Shigetchi gave you a slight nod as you left. You knew what you were to do. No one noticed when you left the door open by a crack.

You stood there for quite a bit, and it was definitely quite boring. You busied yourself with checking on the food and tea still on your trolley, trying to look like you weren't peeping in to any other servant that would pass by.

"...The economy lately…"

"...have you been to the theatre recently?..."

"...my rose garden is…"

You had been hunched over the trolley for so long your back started to hurt. Was this truly the man you were supposed to investigate? If he was in any way dangerous, it certainly didn't show in his conversation. It was getting rather difficult to not fall asleep standing. You could hear someone's footsteps come down the hallway, and stood up straight immediately, starting to place more tea cakes and sweets on two more serving plates.

"The princess was always a brat anyway." It was the Viscount's coach and footman, walking down the marble-floored hallway in their disgusting, muddy boots. Were they seriously talking about such a sensitive topic so openly? You glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

"It's no wonder she was grabbed instead of the king. The little bitch had it coming." They both let out a loud laugh, and you tried to hold your temper. Yukako wasn't a brat, nor was she as patient as you were. She would've socked them in the jaw by now.

"Did you see her face when-" The first plate slipped from your hands by complete accident. Fuck. You frantically bent over to pick up the glass and ruined food. "Did you see her face," that had to be talking about her while at the Festival, right? The words had caught you so off guard that you ruined a good lead. Damn it. Maybe you should be investigating this guy and his employees after all.

The men had approached you fast, looming over your bent form, but instead of looking intimidating, they looked nervous.

"Sorry miss, did you, uh, hear our conversation just then?" You had to think quickly.

"Veux-tu manger?" The men were taken aback for a moment, and then started to laugh.

"Just another dumb foreigner." That was a close one. You really said "would you like to eat?". Thank God they didn't understand your awful French pronunciation. The men waved at you, and opened the big door that led to the sunroom. You could hear Shigetchi and the Viscount stop conversation immediately.

"Sorry, my Liege. Your daughter is requesting your presence at the villa." The Viscount chuckled. Wiping his face and standing from the table, tipping his head at Shigechi.

"I'm afraid I must go. Thank you for your gracious meal, Yangu." Shigetchi nodded, giving his regards as the Viscount left. You curtsied slightly as he passed you no matter how disgusted you felt. The conversation overheard was more than enough to place blame on the man. You held back a smirk, a feeling of triumph rising in your chest.

You hoped Yukako and Koichi would hold on just a bit longer. You were on the road to finding them.

[antigoneidk]

can you do a tom x reader where they are dating but no one knows yet until Harrison, the twins, Tuwaine all have their suspicions so they planned to flirt and throw compliments at her during dinner together in the pub to get a reaction out of Tom and he gets super jealous and upset during the whole thing until he finally snaps?

Weird|t.h.

A/N : I loved this request!also I'm dumb and I didn't see the location so I'm sorry:)

Warnings : language(not that much dont be surprised)

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"Babe they do not know. Trust me"you said to your boyfriend through the phone making your voice higher. You let out a breath and closed your eyes.

"It's just the pressure of the media I don't think i can handle. I just want you all to myself"he said with honesty and you knew that too. You wanted to scream to everyone that you were in love with him but you had to respect his decision. And he was right after all.

The boys didn't have a clue for the two of you and that really made you happy. Maybe it was better that way. The relationship was adventurous trying to hide from the others,sneaking little kisses in the other rooms,go to places out of town where no one could find you. It was fun and exciting. Not that it wouldn't if the others knew but sometimes is better to keep things in private for a while so that your love can grow stronger.

"Okay I have to go. I'll see you in twenty minutes"your boyfriend said as you both heard the door bell ring.

"Okay. I love you"

"I love you too"he hang up and you smiled as you threw your phone to your bed and started getting ready to hang out with the boys at Tom's house.

You rang the bell waiting outside with a big smile on your face. As you were about to hop to your boyfriend's hug you realized that he wasn't the one you were waiting for.

"Sam"your voice got higher from the little disappointment you got.

"Hello y/n"you hugged him and walked inside the house. You greeted the other ones who were sitting in the living room. You sat next to Tuwaine and joined their conversation.

"How are you crazy girl?"he laughed and leaned to you.

"I'm doing great" you tried to find Tom around the area but he was nowhere to be found.

"Your outfit is pretty cute today y/n. Did you went on a date?"he said raised his eyebrows and you couldn't help but laugh at him.

"No no! It's for you guys" specifically for Tom but as it seemed he wouldn't any time soon. You were curious for his reaction.Suddenly you heard his voice from the kitchen.

"Guys you can come if you want to"the four of you,Harrison, Tuwaine and the twins,stood up and made your way to the room. Everything smelled amazing and looked appetizing. Tom winked at you from across the table as you were filling your plate with everything that was on it.

He didn't notice your outfit and that made you a little bit sad.

"Someone's hungry"he joked but you were too busy enjoying your food to deal with him.

"y/n your hair looks great. Not that they usually don't but today oh God"Sam said to you as he placed his head to his right hand admiring the way your hair looked.

"Thank you Sam that's really sweet"you smiled towards him and kept eating.

"Bro only her hair? Look at that face. I'm surprised you're still single"Harrison looked at you in a way you found really weird. Only how beautiful a face is mattered to him?

"If someone is going to date anybody just for the appearance,then is a completely idiot"you drank from your glass and watched your boyfriend giving his best friend a death stare.

"No he doesn't mean that. You are a lovely person y/n. You are adorable, funny,a person you can have fun with. It's just that you look hot and that's why we are surprised that nobody hasn't approached you yet"Harry apologized for his friend and moved closer to you.

"You think I'm hot?"you asked him laughing at his words. That was really weird.Well deep down you enjoyed. You wanted to know Tom's thoughts about this. If you could only read minds...

"Yes and I am not the only one. All of us think you are. Right guys?"they all nodded their heads except Tom,who kept eating. By the way he was standing there silent,you knew that he was mad at them.

"Tom?"

"What?"he asked after he swallowed,giving Harry a weird look.

"Don't you think she's hot?"he asked and all of you waited for his reply. You wanted to feel bad and you had to. Was that making you the bad guy now?

"She is fine"he finally said and you didn't know how to feel at that moment. Maybe he didn't want to make them suspicious about your relationship but he could have said something.

"Oh come on now. Really?"he asked his brother frustrated. Why they were acting like that?

"Harry calm down"you tried to calm him down by touching his hand. He looked at you and then again at his older brother.

"Anyway I just wanted to know that we are all finding you an attractive woman"he finally said and squeezed your hand.

"Thank you Harry. Now can we change the topic?"you asked all of them and that seemed to work as you started to talk about each others plans for the week. Tom remained silent the entire dinner,even though you tried to make him talk.

When you all had finished,you wanted to help Tom clean so you stood up from your chair and picked the empty plates. As you turned around,you heard a whisper coming from the table.

"I hope that was for my ass Harrison"Tom,next to you finally spoke making all of them laugh,including you. You gave him a smile and continued your job. At least he wasn't mad anymore.

You were now back in the living room,sitting next to Harrison and Tom enjoying your glass of wine and chatting with the others.

"So you're telling me that you don't like 'The Notebook'? One of the greatest romantic movies?"you asked Sam shocked at his statement.

"She could have escaped and stay with him from the beginning. The rest was a unnecessary drama"

"Oh come on now how dare you?"you asked and he started laughing louder and louder.

"You are so cute when you're mad oh my"he said and kept laughing. What was that about now?

"Only when she is mad Sam? She looks adorable every second"Harry responded to his twin brother winking at you. What's wrong with them today? They couldn't just stop?

You felt the boy next to you changing his position a little. And again he was mad. He couldn't just say something to them? Deep down you wanted to stop them and kiss you in front of them. But you both knew he wouldn't do it.

"Aww guys look she her cheeks turned red"Tuwaine said from the other side of the couch you were sitting on. Your thoughts distracted you from the fact that you started to blush.All of them started making fun of you by grabbing their cheeks and making funny-cute faces. But again Tom stayed still looking at them curious. You gave him a side smile and turned back to the rest of them laughing at their,unexpected for this day, entertaining side.

"You look like idiots"you said immediately all stopped.

"What did she just said to us?"Harrison asked the rest of the boys as he kept coming closer to you. All of the sudden you felt uncomfortable,something new. You never felt that way with them. Maybe it was from their unordinary behavior you just couldn't explain.

And that's when all of them jumped to you and started tickling every inch of your body,making you burst into laughter. Some of them keeping you still and the others tickling you. Your laugh was louder that you expected. Tears fell from your eyes and even though everyone saw them none of them cared to clean them.

"STOP"you heard a yell and the torture for you came to an end. But they did not move from their positions.

"What is your deal man?"Tuwaine asked your angry boyfriend next to you.

"My deal is that I can handle this anymore. You guys have been weird from the moment you stepped here today.I've seen the way all of you look at her and I hear the compliments you give her and I am sorry to tell you this but we are dating guys. For a couple of months now. So if you could just back off from her"he said it. He finally said it. And you looked at him with your heart beating faster than ever. His eyes met yours as he leaned towards you giving you a kiss. You touched his hair and pulled him more close to you. Your tongue met his and the game for the two of you started. Although four boys were watching,you didn't care.

"Finally"a scream forced you to stop and look at the others giving high fives to one another and clapping at the two of you.

"What do you mean finally?"you asked Harrison completely clueless. They did not..

"We knew and that's why we did this today. We don't want you guys to hide from us in the other rooms"he said and sat next to you with a big smile on his face.

"How?"

"I saw you once kissing in that bathroom without the door closed that's how we found out"he continued and you turned more to him shocked. You didn't know what to say at all. But your boyfriend did.

"Well now that you know can you fuck off so that I can spent time with her alone? You did your part"

"Tom"you said and stopped him. He didn't have the right to do such a thing. They were his friends.

"What? They tested my patience"

"No they are not leaving Tom. Guys stay he is now being annoying"you apologized for him. Why he had to be an asshole?

"Well I can kiss you now without any excuses to leave"he said and grabbed your face leaving kisses everywhere. Yes you weren't mad anymore.

"They will never stop"

No we wouldn't.

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hope enjoyed it❣

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I need to know about doctor mama lo taking care of a sick baby Virgil if you would like pretty please. I dont wanna ask on the in character blog cuz I feel like it would be weird to ask for details and lo seems kinda busy anyway lol.

hey tumblebee!! yeah yeah lets do this, Im gonna write it so that ppl who dont follow the other blog can understand too

WARNING IF U HAVENT ALREADY BLOCKED THE TAGS ILLNESS TW AND VOMIT TW THEY ARE VERY PREVALENT IN THIS

also this is a VERY long headcanon!!

so last night vee got ill, he had been regressed in the afternoon with patton and he was acting much more fussy than usual - not being entertained by his cartoons, not having the energy to play with his rattle, pretty much constantly whining and pouting and he gets very wriggly when he's fussy

patton assumed it was because vee had been upset earlier that day. at one point vee started gripping his stomach, and patton assumed its because he was hungry and could smell the food roman was cooking

but when dinner came around no matter how hard patton tried he couldnt get vee to eat a morsel - he kept turning his head away from the food and whining. at one point patton and logan both managed to convince him to eat a spoonful but his face crumpled with a wince and it looked almost painful for him to swallow it. it was at this point logan noticed he had a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead

things fell into place quickly after that - logan checked his temperature and it was indeed slightly higher than was healthy, they noticed vee's hands were trembling and he was constantly on the verge of tears :(

while patton cleared away dinner and excused roman who wanted to go and craft in his room, logan took vee to his bedroom and tried to check for more symptoms, since vee was non verbal and unresponsive totheir questions. he tested his tummy by pushing it a little to see if the pain got worse when he released it (this is a test for appendicitis) but there was no reaction thankfully except vee being upset by logan not cuddling him. he checked his throat for any redness or infection, nothing.

vee's crying became more pronounced and eventually he was in constant tears, occassionally pleading 'mama mama' through sniffles and hiccups and whines of pain :(( Patton brought him a baby bottle of cooled tea made with fresh mint leaves since that is supposed to help stomach pains. though he left the room again since logan thought it was best not to crowd virgil. Vee's crying had dissipated but he was strangely silent and seemed almost loopy now. he only drank a little of the tea before he pushed it away with a gag.

logan immediately took him to the bathroom knowing what was coming, and sure enough vee threw up into the toilet, crying between gags. logan dutifully managed to keep vee in his lap the whole time and held his hair and rubbed his back, telling him he was such a good boy the whole time

Thankfully it didnt last long as there wasnt much in vees stomach to be emptied. he was shivering and sweating and flushed and had lost all energy. he wasnt even crying anymore, just whimpering under his breath. with a bit of a struggle logan managed to show him how to rinse his mouth out with mouthwash - though he had to hold vee over the sink and pat his back to make sure he didnt swallow it

during all of this patton wasnt able to help because of his heightened empathy, if he sees someone throwing up the likeihood is he will too and that wiuldnt be very helpful! so instead he drives to the store to pick up some medicine and ice pops - and comes back with half the store including some actual baby medicine smh - ((im actually begging u to read that linked post i think its so funny))

it was originallly meant to be logans night to put roman to bed but understandably patton took on that task instead. after roman was drifting off patton pokes his head into vee's room. he had hoped to find lo and vee asleep but they werent. they were lying in the dark with an in the night garden audio story playing on a portable speaker and with vees salt lamp and star night light lighting up the room in a soft glow.

logan offered a strained little smile and nod to patton as he stroked vee's hair and cuddled him close. vee was completely out of it honestly. his body was wholly lax against his mama, his lips were in a permanent pout and his eyes were puffy and wet. he barely even acknowledged his papa coming in, his teary eyes just settled on him for a moment then dropped back to the bedsheets without a reaction. he kept lifting his thumb up to suck on it but logan kept capturing it and apologising as he brought it away. Vee shouldnt suck on his thumb and logan doesnt want to give him a paci while he's ill. understandably, baby vee was completely miserable.

patton asks if logan thinks vee could handle a popsicle or plain crackers at the moment but logan disagrees. he doesnt expect either of them to get much sleep so he will make sure vee eats something in a few hours. with a gentle kiss on vee's forehead patton goes off to bed, confident that logan will be able to look after vee and will come get him if theres any issues

logan and vee really dont sleep much at all. Vee drifts off for a few minutes at a time then gasps awake from vivid fever dreams. logan keeps ice cubes in a bowl by the bed for vee to suck on if he needs to cool down and wraps a couple in a flannel to press to vee's head when his fever rises in the middle of the night.

around 3am logan jolts awake and realises he had drifted off. and vee isnt anywhere in the room. he panics momentarily, bolting up from the bed and dashing to the closet to see if virgil is in there - which he tends to do when he is overwhelmed - but then he hears sniffling from the bathroom.

he finds vee, no longer regressed, curled up against the side of the bathtub with his bangs clinging to his sweaty head. vee is the palest person logan knows but he looks positively grey at the moment

'can i help in any way?' he asks, aware that he doesnt need to baby talk at the moment but still eager to look after this bundle of miserableness

virgil just groans under his breath and clutches his knees to his chest. 'i.. i didnt know what to do with the..' he gestures vaguely to something on the floor

logan notices virgil, being not regressed anymore, had obviously wrestled off the diaper he had been changed into the night before and not known how to dispose of it

'its ok, ive got it' logan wraps it up in a bag and puts it in the trash can they have in the room for just this purpose

'sorry.. m stupid' virgil croaks

'You're not stupid.' logan says firmly as he washes his hands 'You're ill and probably delirious from the fever. it's alright virgil'

theres quiet for a bit longer, virge's head pressed against the porcelain edge of the bathtub likely in an attempt to cool his fever. logan stays there with him for a while just waiting. then suddenly virgil starts sobbing and buries his face in his hands.

'sweetheart, tell me whats wrong please' logan hurries to kneel beside him, lifting his hands away from his face. that wouldnt help the fever

'i dont feel well' virgil cries pathetically, tears rolling down his face.

logans heart breaks 'no, you dont. i'm sorry little one, i know its not nice'

at the nickname virgils thumb raises to his lips again, which logan hurriedly intercepts. 'i'll make you a deal, okay? you're allowed to use a pacifier, but you have to use the same one everyday until you are better. we will need to sterilise it every night too.'

vee sniffles and nods, then chokes 'm not a baby right now though'

'that doesnt matter. you dont need to be regressed to want one of your pacis, vee'

vee is unresponsive and starts scratching at his pyjama pants. logan gets a feeling he isnt saying something. then he notices virgil's pout is much more infantile than his adult ones. 'are you feeling little, baby?'

with a harsh shake of his head vee starts crying again. he whispers 'dont wanna be a b...' then cuts himself off and whimpers

logan cards his fingers through virgils damp bangs. he knows what virgils mind has jumped to. 'were you going to say you dont want to be a baby?' he lifts virgils chin up to look at him 'or that you dont want to be a burden?'

virgils pale lip wobbles 'same fing'

'no sweetheart, no no no,' logan sits on the tiles beside vee and pulls him into his lap. virgil goes willingly. logan rocks his baby as he says 'youre always always allowed to be a baby and its never ever going to upset your family. even if you're an adorable wonderful brave baby boy alllll of the time' he scribbles his finger on virgils rosy cheek and delights at the tiny smile it earns him. 'but especially when you're feeling yucky. you feel a bit yucky today dont you, little one?'

vee nods with a pout

'but yknow whats not yucky? softies and pacis and diapers and lots and lots of cuddles with mama' he holds virgil tighter to prove his point. vee sighs and drops his head to nuzzle against his mama's neck. logan feels he still has a slight fever. 'i know what might help you feel less yucky. does my sweet baby want a sweet ice pop?'

thankfully vee nods against his shoulder and grips tight onto his pyjama shirt, preparing for when logan lifts him up

he first makes sure to change vee into another diaper and even decides that he should wear one of mama's t-shirts as a light dress so he doesnt get as overheated by his pyjamas. at this point vee actually giggles for the first time pretty much all day as he feels the tshirt swish lazily around his legs. logan makes a mental note to observe whether little vee might want to try wearing dresses if the feeling sparks this much joy (at this point logan is unaware that vee has secretly been trying skirts and dresses in his room for months, and roman found out a few weeks ago, but vee isnt ready to tell the cgs yet)

by the time vee is in his diaper and mamas tshirt dress and has a paci and jiji clutched to his chest he is a lot calmer and happier. he's still very ill and exhausted and teary, but theres a tiny smile on his face instead of a pout. in the kitchen he picks a strawberry ice pop and it goes down well, logan convinces him to have a cracker too though vee is in such a young headspace by then that he is just sucking on it, which logan supposes is fine too

by the (real) morning vee is still regressed and has managed to have a couple hours undisturbed sleep. its not much but its better than nothing. logan didnt fare much better. by then vee misses his papa and asks for him and logan hands the responsibility over to papa patton, trustinf the other caregiver enough to catch up on a quick power nap himself

but yes, the main thing is vee thought being ill was a burden enough that he shouldnt be regressed too, but logan makes him see that its okay. vee is regressed pretty much the whole time he is ill over the next few days because its stressful and painful and its a lot easier to feel comforted when ur a baby

yeah! gosh that was long, theres probably a billion spelling mistakes! feel free to ask follow up Qs if i missed anything u wanted to know abt this event

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The Witcher And The Baker

(Ok to rb! This is the first time I write a geralt fic that I actually like! So please rb with nice words!,even if you dont know the Netflix series or the games!go off!)

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"There's an inn down the road"they said to geralt.

Its not an inn, Its a damn lodging house instead of an inn!the thing was huge!.

--In what can I help you--said the inn Keeper, a young woman with white dragon horns and a sunflower apron said.

--Ill be staying here for a while--geralt answered in his short and dry tone--How much Is it going to be?.

--well,since youre going to become a regular then I guess I should Lower the price,how About 20 gold coins--the inn keepers voice was sweet and soft spoken, and it made the witchers cheeks burn Pink.

--O oh okay--he said, clearing his throat--wheres my room?

The Man sets the coins down and the woman grabs it, putting in a chest under the counter and then walking to the Man.

--Follow me, over here

She kept her soft tone, and they walked down a corridor.

Geralt was baffled,no inn keeper had treated Him like that, softly and kindly as she did.

then they turned the corner and the second room they stop.

--Here it is,it has a bathroom and its own kitchen but if by any chance you cant Cook please tell me and ill do it for you

--Please,you have already been too kind-- the witchers dry tone seemed softer as well as his expression.

--Have I?--she giggles, smiling--please, go and rest, enjoy your stay...

--Thank you-- he nodds and enters the room, sighing as his body relaxes.

He leaves the weapons on the table,and takes off the heavy armor, laying on the bed, its comfortable and the matress ,it sinks under his weight.

How on earth did she even get matresses that comfortable?and charge so low for it?.

Then he freezes as he hears a soft lullaby being sang.

His dorm happened to be just behind the kitchen, the smell of baked goods started to make him feel sleepy.

When was the last time he had slept well?, when was the last time he slept?.

He cant really think of an answer, the inn keepers soft voice was luring him to sleep.

The place was just the right ammount of warm, the matress was made by the gods, and the covers of fur werent itchy, was geralt on the heaven itself?.

He flips on his side covering his body with the blanket,it had been a long day of witcher fuckery, and it was only noon.

His body was asking him to sleep.

And so heavy eyelids Turned into closed eyes.

And then he fell asleep.

Its late afternoon, geralt wakes up with a soft knock on his door.

--Sir?--The inn keepers voice asked-- I have some snacks and tea ready, come by if you want some, free of charge!

The Man grunts in response, he sits on the bed and stretches his neck, hearing the womans steps Fade away.

He sighs and goes into the shower, warm water too? What was up with this place.

Now, after a quick shower, he Walked back to the counter, there were some tables and some other people there staying.

He sat alone right at the table for two besides the Window.

He looks outside, its raining..

Good thing he left roach with the stable boy.

--Hmm there you are!--The inn keeper said putting down a tray of baked goods and tea on the table--May I sit?

Geralt couldnt help but smile,and nodded--of course...

She sits Infront of him,brushing a strand of chocolate brown hair behind her ear.

--I suppose since youre going to stay for a while we might as well get to know eachother, im jerico, jerico von terra

--Geralt--the Man said, shaking jericos hand.

--Well geralt, shall we?

He particularly didnt drink tea or was concerned on eating pastries or sweet things at all, but this time hed figured he would give himself a treat.

--i dont like to talk much--he said after drinking a bit of his tea.

--Its alright--she said--we can Keep silent if you want

His smile grew, nodding again.

And so they ate silently.

And well, poor geralt couldnt help but look at her, jerico had big green eyes like emeralds, soft cherry lips, and a beautiful porcelain skin.

He wanted to sigh in love.

The kindness was too much for him, maybe because he isnt used to it,maybe because it was New.

Whatever it was, he was starting to grow fond of it.

And sure,he had some questions about her, dragonborns werent well liked, but the people in town seemed to be very fond of the inn keeper.

--Dont look too much or youll pluck your eyes out

Jeri said giggling.

The Mans cheeks burn red.

--I didnt mean to stare...

--Dont worry about it

After 'tea time' geralt went back to his room.

He was internally hitting his head against the wall.

What was up with him?he asked himself.

He only hoped it wouldnt Keep him up all night.

And so days Turned to weeks, and weeks in months.

--So, mighty witcher-- jerico said, trying to annoy geralt as he helped around in the kitchen.

--Dont test me jerico....

--oh but I want to know, how was todays hunt?

The Man looks over to her with a brow raised--are you trying to bake me something again using your "cake scale"?

--no.......

It had become a habit for jerico to bake stuff for him.

The "cake scale" was measured in,the harder the hunt,the bigger the cake would be.

--Jerico I still have some cake from last weeks hunt you dont need to

--But geralt! I want to!--jer said,pouting Like a kid.

--Fine, it was alright-- she always gets him with those puppy dog eyes-- not to hard, but I did hit my back against a rock pretty badly

--then thats a medium cake,chocolate with lemon drizzle then?

He smirks,she knew him too well--vanilla, actually

--Okay then witcher go rest!

--Jerico--

--geralt--

The Man grunts and corners the woman against the kitchens counter one of his hands cups her cheek and the other cages her.

His eyes were pitch black, his skin dead pale.

Hea afraid he scared her,until with red cheeks she wiggled her brows and giggled.

--i didnt knew this side of you geralt, Pretty cool~

he groans letting her free-- is everything a joke to you?

--Maybe yes maybe not, go and rest come on

The Man sighs, its useless to argue with her.

He says a soft goodbye,and back in his room he sats there on his bed.

He had been cooking up these feelings for his inn keeper friend, he couldnt help but feel bubbly around her, the way she always treated him with respect and kindness.

How she braids his hair when he knows hes going on a long hunt that Will make taking care of his hair a living nightmare.

How she treats his wounds, scolding Him about it.

And how shed wake him up with a soft tone and her hand lightly stroking his hair,asking Him to wake up.

And he knew he wanted his life to be like that for ever.

An hour or so later jerico knocks on the door, with that softness that was so characteristic of her.

He opened the door with a big goofy smile.

--Hey

--hey, heres your cake

He took the Plate quickly leaving it on the table then back at the door leaning on the door sill.

--Ive got to ask you something

--Sure, shoot

--so...--geralt said trying to find the right words--when we first met you treated me with respect,you didnt fear me nor did you treat me poorly, why?

Jer raises an eyebrow leaning with her elbow on the wall.

--Well,because youre human too, and you deserve the same kindness as everyone else

And thats when it clicked for him, he wanted her by his side forever.

--And another thing

--hmm?

--Would you like to eat this cake with me?and I can tell you more about the hunt

Jeris eyes lit up and nodds.

She comes in, sitting with him at the table as both drink some tea, jerico listens to geralt talk about todays hunt, very invested in It.

Then geralt takes her hand, gripping it softly as he finished his tale.

--I really dont know how to go about this, so ill just say it, jerico...I like you, you have been always so sweet to me,youve spoiled me with things and I feel like I cant ever repay you for this, so let me try to make this up to you by giving you my love if you feel the same as I do

Jerico grips geralts hand and she smiles,a big grin.

She almost jumps out of his Seat, and as the Man stands up jer jumps on him, the witcher catching the dragonborn by her legs who wrap around his waist.

--you have no idea for how long have I waited to admit my feelings towards you,guess youve won this time, mighty witcher.

--dont try and test me now--he said clearly joking.

--you dont scare me--and with that she cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

He sets her on the table hugging her waist while his other hand cups her cheek, caressing it.

--And im glad I dont...

--youre such a dork

And that sent him back to his usual grumpy expression .

--Theres my geralt

--Jerico...do not test me

His eyes went black again.

--Oh you know I will...

Geralt sighs in annoyance,Why does he even try with her?

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eating for two.

special chapter to the baby dont stop series

warning/s: suggestive (mutual masturbation)

It’s been a year and a half of being married the one and only love of your life and it’s been nothing but a dream come true.

Both of you fell into a routine of waking up together, Taeyong would cook breakfast for both of you while you take a shower. Eating together and then he takes his turn in the bathroom while you do the dishes.

You work at the same company; the same nine-to-five office job, but at just different departments. After work and going home, you’re in charge of dinner and he’ll be the one to clean up.

And of course, depending on how draining the day was, you end the night by making love; relieving each other of the stress from work, reminding each other of your love, or as you’re secretly hoping for; making a baby.

Taeyong is in no rush to have a kid, and you’re not either, but it would be nice to have a mini you and/or mini him running around soon. You’ve been long off your birth control and investing in a lot of skincare to keep your hormonal acne in check when your period comes around. At one point, you’re starting to think one of you could be infertile at how you’re still not able to get pregnant. You even made sure to go rounds after rounds on the day you’re period tracker tells you you’re on your ovulation period.

And then it happens.

One early morning, you woke up feeling sick and ran to bathroom to throw up. You don’t want to jump to conclusions, but as you’re trying to find reasons as to why you’re heaving the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl, you just couldn’t think of any. Your period isn’t due until next week either.

Taeyong was at a small gathering last night with friends and had a drink too many that he’s completely wiped out; he didn’t even budge when you threw his arm off of you to run to the bathroom. As you tuck yourself back in his arms, you decide not to tell him first, just in case it was a false alarm.

You’re incredibly careful at purchasing multiple pregnancy tests and hiding them where he doesn’t usually check - which is almost close to impossible because he does a lot of cleaning around the house, too, so you couldn’t store it away in the storage cabinet. You would hide it where you keep your pads and tampons, but it’s beside the hair dryer both of you use from time to time. You ended up hiding it in your underwear drawer because you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have some weird kink with panties that makes him go through them or sniff them or anything. hopefully

Another thing you had to worry about was how you were going to take the tests and wait for the results without Taeyong wondering why you’re taking too long in the bathroom. Luckily for you, he was chosen by his department head to accompany him to an out of town trip. It was a an overnight trip but it’s more than enough for you to take the tests.

“Have a safe trip, baby,” You adjust your purse on your arm before kissing his cheek. It was Friday night and they were traveling tonight to attend the conference tomorrow noon instead of waiting for the wee hours of the morning to set off.

Taeyong kisses you back on your forehead after he hands you the car keys. “You, too. Double check the locks before you go to sleep, okay?”

“Okay, dad.” You roll your eyes, but you almost blush because he could very well be one in a few months.

“You’ll be gone for a day, Lee. We’ll be back by the evening.” His department head, Mr. Shim Changmin, approaches both of you. “It’s good to have a little solo time, too, in marriages.”

You bow your head at him as he’s still one of your superiors. “Of course. I’ll be maximizing my ‘me time’ this weekend.”

“I got you a few bath bombs to try.” Taeyong informs you, running his hand down your back. “They’re in the cabinet below the sink.”

“Aw, thanks.” You debate for a second whether or not to give him a peck since his superior was right there but Mr. Shim receives a call and he excuses himself to pick it up, allowing you to quickly kiss Taeyong’s cheek. “I’ll try it to tomorrow... do you want pics?”

You say it low enough for him to hear and it immediately brings a bright red tinge on his cheeks. He chuckles, licking his lips, “Well, I’d have to proof that you’re using it, don’t I?”

His hands are itching to tickle your waist, but you’re quick to pull away. “Then I will. I should go ahead, traffic will be piling up soon.”

“Take care. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. Text me when you arrive at your hotel, okay?” With one last kiss, you head home. You order food for dinner; too anxious to cook and while waiting for it, took all the pregnancy tests and lined them up on the bathroom counter.

As you wait for the results, pacing back and forth outside the bathroom; your food arrives and for thirty minutes you genuinely forgot about the tests until you had to go in wash up for bed.

You’re looking at the tests, double checking the back of their packages about what the lines and colors mean. And all of them say the same thing: positive. You’re pregnant. You wanted to cry out of joy; there’s life in your belly, a little mix of you and Taeyong. Despite the numerous tests that tell you you’re pregnant, you wanted to be extra sure and planned to go to your doctor as soon as her office opens tomorrow morning.

As you lie down for the night, the bed too spacious for your liking as Taeyong’s spot is empty, you curl up on your side and place a hand on your stomach. You know you’ve been waiting and hoping for it, but you can’t believe a baby is growing in your womb right now. You’re trying not to think ahead of it like what the gender could possibly be or what his/her name is, you’re just glad you don’t have to worry about Taeyong taking the news since you knew he wants to have a kid just as much as you do.

And as if on cue, your phone rings.

“Hey, baby, I just got to my room at my hotel.” His voice fills the room as you put his call on speaker. “Are you in bed? Did I wake you up?”

“Not at all, I just got in.” You hum, fighting off the urge to tell him the news. “Before you ask, yes, I did double check the locks. They’re closed and I’m safe.”

“Good.” He chuckles. You could hear clothes rustling and you’re guessing he’s changing out of them. “What did you have for dinner?”

“I ordered some pork cutlets and jjajangmyeon. Have you eaten?”

“We ate at a Chinese restaurant before checking in. I just had noodles and some dumplings.”

Maybe it’s all in your head or maybe it’s your pregnancy talking, but you’re suddenly craving for some soup dumplings. “That sounds good. Maybe I’ll have Chinese takeout tomorrow for lunch.”

He laughs at this, “Are you really not going to cook for yourself at all while I’m gone?”

“I will, it’s just that I don’t want to cook if my husband isn’t here to eat and compliment it.” You sigh, “I already miss you.”

“I miss you, too... are you okay?”

“Yeah. What makes you think otherwise?”

“I didn’t mean you weren’t, it’s just that... you sound different? A little dreamy? Mellow?”

“Oh... well, I did just have a nice hot shower.” You lied, “So I’m relaxed and ready for bed.”

“We should both get to sleep then, huh? Good night, baby, sweet dreams.”

“Good night, love. Sweet dreams.”

The following morning, you spend a good half an hour vomiting into your toilet bowl and the other half trying to look for something to eat that isn’t triggering you to run back into the bathroom once its’ scent hits your nostrils after calling up your doctor for an immediate appointment.

In the next hour, you’re already at the clinic; texting Taeyong and pretending to be out on an errand like grocery shopping before going through the check up with your doctor.

“Congratulations, [Y/N]. You’re definitely pregnant, about 7 weeks in.” She smiles up at you as she points out the fetus through the monitor of the ultrasound.

You have a photo taken of the ultrasound and after scheduling more check ups with your doctor and going through a list of the things you are now not allowed to do and things you should do as pregnant woman, you head back home.

You decided to run a bath, trying to decide how to tell Taeyong when he gets home. You remembered the bath bombs he told you about and took them out of the cabinet, choosing a lavender scented one. Grabbing your phone, you take a video of you dropping the bath bomb it and letting it bubble up for a good minute before sending it to Taeyong.

Almost immediately, he replies, “You’re lucky we just got back from brunch.”

It’s around 10:30 and you know the conference is at noon so you know he has time to spare. You shed off your clothes and step into the bath, sinking into warm water with a moan. You keep one arm out of the water to dial your husband and wait for the video call to connect.

Once it does, you hear the shower running on his end of the call and you see him trying to look for a place to put his phone up on. “How’s the bath bomb?”

“It smells amazing.” You show the lavender colored water; not even shy about how your breasts were on full display. “I wish you were here. We should try the rose one when you get back later.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” He sighs. You watch him step back into the cascading water, biting down on your lower lip when he tilts his head back to expose his throat to you. It was a little annoying how the camera just cut off below his abdomen; barely showing the base of his cock. “What did you get from the grocery?”

“Hm?” You’re confused for a second until you realized that was the excuse you gave him when you were at your doctor. “Oh, just a few fruits and snacks. I wanted cupcakes, though, so I might go back out later.”

“Can you get me some, too?” He looks back at you through the camera.

“Sure.”

“What are you doing after?”

You sit back against the tub after resting your phone on a stand, massaging your arms with the scented water. “I might lounge around after lunch, maybe clean up the house a bit.”

He’s washed up his hair as you tell them this, rinsing off the suds and reaching for his body wash. As he squirts it into his hand and begins to lather it, he asks, “Can I see you, baby?”

You hum, “Hm? Can’t you see me now?”

“All of you, baby.”

Oh. You sit up a bit to move your phone to the other end of the bathtub, directly across you, and move to lean back. You part your legs, making sure he can see your everything even through the colored water.

Twenty minutes later, the video call ended. He’s satisfied, you’re satisfied, the water’s cold now but your body still feels hot. When you get out of the bath and dress for the rest of day after you dry off, you feel giddy. You’re so excited to tell Taeyong about the baby and you have an inkling on how you were going to announce it to him.

After lunch and lounging around, you head back out to your favorite bakery around six to pick up a few cupcakes and drove through a fast food chain at the sudden craving for something greasy even though you marinated some meat to cook for dinner.

Back in your home, as you munched on nuggets with one hand while cradling a double pattied burger with the other, you keep eyeing the cupcakes on the kitchen counter and hope everything goes to plan and Taeyong would understand what you mean.

Taeyong announces he’s home around ten and you’re running up to him a like giddy little child, jumping into his arms and peppering his face with kisses. “Did you miss me that much?”

“I’ve been wanting to eat the cupcakes all night, but I wanted to wait for you.” You confess, which is actually true. Aside from wanting to reveal the pregnancy, all the salt and grease from your dinner needed to be washed down with something sweet - you would have opted for wine, but obviously, you weren’t allowed to.

He sets his bags aside and laughs, letting you lead him to the kitchen, “You didn’t have to wait. I was planning to eat it tomorrow.”

You stop and turn to him with a frown - almost pout - on your face, “After I waited hours so I could enjoy these cupcakes with you?”

“I’m kidding! What flavors did you get?”

Pulling the box of cupcakes across the countertop, you open up the lid, “Vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. Which one do you want?”

He hums, resting a hand on your hip and pulling you close, “Chocolate.”

You hand it to him and as he peels the paper off, you drag the remaining cupcakes towards you, “That’s yours and these are mine.”

You’re hoping he comments about it, jokingly or even passively, and he does; giving you a pout, “Why do you get two?”

You inhale deeply, looking at the cupcakes - and although seeing them up close and catching a whiff of its sickeningly sweet scent makes you want to hurl - you shrug as casually as you can, “Because I’m eating for two now.”

“Ah.” He nods, about to take a bite until he suddenly stops, mouth agape and cupcake suspended inches from his lips. He looks back at you, “You’re what?”

“Eating for two.” You repeat, swallowing your saliva. “D-do you understand what that means?”

He blinks at you for a while, gaze dropping to your stomach, and then back up at you. He puts the cupcake down and stares at you for a few more seconds. “Are you pregnant?”

You smile, nodding vigorously. 

“I-” He grins, pulling you by your waist and looking back down at your midsection, “This isn’t a joke? You’re serious? I’m going to be a dad?”

“You’re going to be dad.” You confirm with a little giggle at how his eyes are just wide and sparkling.

“We’re going to be parents?” He asks once more and you’re laughing, answering his question with another nod. He picks you up, hugging you tightly and squealing along with you. “When did you find out?”

As he sets you down, you shrugged, “I felt sick the other day and I took pregnancy tests last night - they all came back positive.”

“Last night? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I had to make sure! So I went to my doctor and-” You flinch, internally scolding yourself for forgetting about the sonograph in your purse. You run over to it and Taeyong curiously follows after you. “I wanted to be very, very, very sure that I was pregnant before I told you.”

“Is this our baby?” He takes the picture from your hands and you quickly show him as what your doctor had said. “I can’t believe this.”

“Do you think we’re ready to have kids?”

He puts the photo down and takes your hands, “I do... and if we’re not, we have months to prepare.”

“Are you ready to have fat, bloated, and moody wife?” You half-joked, pursing your lips at the thought of your belly swelling up in the next few months.

“No, because I will always only have a beautiful, loving, deserving wife.” He kisses you with each description, “I couldn’t have asked for anyone else to be a mother of my child.” 

“Alright.” You roll your eyes before gazing back into his eyes, “I love you.”

He scrunches his nose and gives you an eskimo kiss, eliciting a little laugh from you. “I love you, too.”

bonus end scene:

“Wait,” You pull away from him all of a sudden, your hair disheveled and clothes gone.

Taeyong drops his head to the bed and blinks up at you, out of breath, “What?”

“I have to call you daddy before our kids do.”

“O-okay? But... in what context-”

“As in, I’ve been really, really bad while you were gone, daddy. I need to be punished.” You say in your best sultry voice, tracing the tip of your finger down his abdomen. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

He lets out a little scoff, quickly turning your positions around, “Is that so?”

[avengerscompound]

The Unicorn - Chapter 14

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Pairing:  Tony Stark x F!Reader x Pepper Potts

Warnings:  Sex talk.  Pregnancy

Synopsis:  The three of you go house shopping in New York to see if you can find something you’re all happy with.

Chapter 14

Over the next few weeks, things ramped up a lot.  There was another ultrasound to be had at 8 weeks and Tony and Pepper were determined to figure out where you should all live that gave the best options for school and work.

You seemed completely nonplussed on the issue.  You still went to Avengers training in the early morning and you continued going to your lab in the afternoon.  Just now before you left you seemed to struggle with the thought that you might throw up first.

By the time of the eight-week ultrasound, you weren't just thinking about it.  You had to factor in an extra ten minutes for throwing up before you made your way down for the dawn run.  It never stopped you though.  If you could go to training hungover a little bit of morning sickness wasn't going to stop you.

The strange thing was that Pepper seemed to be suffering with it too.  Initially, the three of you had put it on her just not handling vomit very well.  It wasn’t a totally uncommon thing that when someone threw up it might set someone else off.  Pepper had never been the weak stomached type but it was possible worries about the pregnancy was already making her slightly nauseated.

By the time of the ultrasound both Tony and you were teasing her about it being sympathy vomit.

The ultrasound went fine everyone was excited to see the twins again.  They still kind of just looked like a weird blurry picture of packaging peanuts.   Tony did still feel both relieved and excited when he heard the fast squish-squish sound of their heartbeats.

After the ultrasound, the three of you went to the first of the choices for the new home.  New York City.

When Tony had made the move to the compound he’d dissolved all his property.  Avengers Tower had become the Baxter Building.  It was probably the least practical course for them because it would mean reopening a branch of Stark Industry so that Pepper had an office and you had a lab, buying a home, and possibly opening a branch of the Avengers if you were set on remaining on the team after your maternity leave was up.

Tony had booked them the penthouse suite at the Gramercy Park while they looked at options.

“Dalton.  That’s the reason.”  Pepper said.  Her heels clicked loudly on the garish marble floors of the Upper East Side mansion they were inspecting.

The house was hideous.  The ‘American Renaissance’ period of architecture was a travesty.  The whole place, with its marble floors, chandeliers, ceiling murals featuring cherubs and gold scrollwork, looked more like a museum than a home.  It was dated, to say the least.  And dated to a period of opulence with no taste or subtlety.  All Tony could think was apart from the library which he’d keep for Pepper (the murals would have to go), the pool and the cinema, he’d gut the whole thing and start over.

“I don’t know, Pep.  It could have 100 Dalton’s but there’s no yard…”

“There’s a roof garden.”

“You want the twins playing on the roof?”  He said raising an eyebrow.

“Right, of course.”  She said heading into the kitchen.  “This is nice.”

“Yeah.  Very light and spacious.  I still think… I’d have to invest at least a cool billion to have us set up and even then it wouldn’t be right and it doesn’t feel like a home.”  He said running his hand over the floating kitchen island.

“What do you think?”  Pepper asked turning to you.

“I don’t love it.”  You said.  “I mean, doesn’t it scream masked orgy to you?  I bet naked asses have been all over everything.”

“Oh yeah.  I thought it looked familiar.”  Tony teased.

“God, you’re disgusting,”  Pepper said, whacking him.  Tony laughed and rubbed his arm.  “Well, we don’t have to get this one.  There were more options.”

“Yeah, but they’ll all be either Townhouses or Penthouses.  They won’t be where we can teach them to ride their bikes or run around with their dog.  We’ll have to take them to the park every time we want to do something like that.”  Tony said.  “Plus there’s the other investments involved.  S.I. is upstate now.  I’d have to reopen here.”

“The Avengers.”  You added.

“Yeah, I moved that because it was unsafe to have it just - in the middle of the city.”  Tony agreed.

Pepper pursed her lips.  She didn’t like that you wanted to stay with the Avengers the same way she didn’t like that Tony wouldn’t give up being Iron Man back in the day.  “We can consider it though right?  That’s what we’re doing here?  Looking at each option and picking the best?”

“Yeah, you're right.  Being here is better than in the compound.”  Tony conceded.  “I don't know how big the pull to Dalton is compared to just buying land near the compound and building exactly what we want though.”

“There aren't any schools around the compound though.”  Pepper complained.

“Start your own one, Elon Musk style.”  You said.

“We are not starting our own one like Elon.”  Pepper said sternly.

“I don't know… Maybe we should.  Give another incentive for people to stay on if it was more family friendly.”  Tony said with a shrug.

“Tony…”  Pepper sighed.  He knew that tone so he dropped it.

You went out to the balcony and looked out over the park.  Tony came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.  “It is a cool city though.”  You said.

“I won't argue that.”  He agreed, kissing your neck.

“Can we get out of this house?  I feel like I'm in a museum and the temptation to just touch everything for no good reason is making my fingers itchy.”  You said.

Tony chuckled and his hands ran over your stomach.  It was still far too early to show.  Even so, he loved that he could touch you and know that his children were in there and it wouldn’t be too long until he got to hold them.  It helped put that nervous impatience he felt in check.  “I’d gut it if we bought it.”

“Oh, yeah?”  You said turning in his arms.  “Not the library.”

“No, but that mural for sure.  I’d make it more shelves.”

“Oh, tell me more.”

“All the ugly ass marble and gold would go.  I’d change the light fittings to something sleeker but still a feature.  I’d keep timber as a feature, but make it less ornate.  Sleek lines but the timber would make it feel more home than office like.  The art would be modern but not surreal.  Maybe some Warhol and Pollack.  Maybe include some impressionists to break it up.  I’d install FRIDAY obviously.  The kitchen would be a similar layout but modern.  White and black.  Granite tops not marble.  I'd make the first floor about entertaining and the top two for us.  Bedrooms.  Living room.  That would be our family space.  It would be warmer colors.  Colors that take mess more.  I'd put a lab for us in the basement.  Probably a garage too but I might keep my of my collection out here.  There would be an office for Pep.  A gym.  I'd keep the cinema and the pool.”

You grinned and pecked his lips.  “Your mind has been racing even though you don't want this place.”

“Well, I mostly just want my girls to be happy.  If buying this eyesore makes you happy, then I’m happy.”  He said.

“That’s sweet.  But it won’t.  I don’t even think Pepper is sold on it.”  You said pulling him back inside.  “God, that bathroom is going to be in my nightmares.  The green marble toilet.”

Tony laughed.  “Yeah, that would be first to go.”

They made their back inside and found Pepper coming down the stairs followed by the real estate agent.  “Okay.  Let's go.  I think I’ve seen enough.”

“Good.  Let’s get something to eat.”  Tony said.  “I’m feeling Gray’s Papaya.”

Pepper scrunched her nose.  “I think the smell would make me throw up.”   She said.  “If you want local let’s go to Katz’s.”

You looked her up and down.  “You’re gonna need to dial in this sympathy sickness thing or see a doctor because I feel like you’re stealing my thunder.”

She scowled.  “I’m not doing it on purpose.”

“So, go see a doctor.”  You pushed.

Tony followed you outside where Happy was waiting with the car.  The three of you slid into the back seat and Pepper huffed.  “I just… it’s only in the mornings or certain smells.  It’s got to just be some weird sympathy thing.”

“Maybe you’re actually pregnant,”  Tony said.  He’d meant it as a joke but as soon as the words were out of his mouth it was like something clicked into place.  Maybe she was pregnant.  He couldn’t remember when she last had her period, and they’d been tracking it regularly right up until they did the first IVF run with you.

“Ha-ha, very funny, Tony.”  Pepper snarked.

“But maybe you are pregnant, Pepper.”  You said.

“You do kind of look like you’re glowing.”  Happy added looking in the rearview mirror.

“No.  How could I be?  We did all that IVF.”  She stopped talking and seemed to try and count something off on her fingers.  “How could I be?”

“Hap, stop at a pharmacy and get some pregnancy tests would you?”  Tony said.

“You got it, boss.”  Happy replied and swerved the car around, double parking it outside a CVS on Lexington.  He jumped out and ran inside as horns sounded behind him and someone cursed them as they went around.

“But… we couldn’t.  It wasn’t working.”  Pepper said.

“I can’t explain it Pepper, but it’s possible, right?  It would explain this.”  Tony said.

“How come you get glowing and I get a breakout on my jaw?”  You snarked.

“The glow is oily skin.”  Pepper said absentmindedly.  “It depends on how dry your skin was to begin with.”

“God damn it.”  You cursed.

“What will we do?”  Pepper said looking at him.  “We already have twins.”

“Triplets?”  Tony said making an exaggerated shrug.  He was pretty far from actually being worried about this.  He was actually pretty excited at the thought of the possibility of a large instant family.

“Does it count as triplets if two different people are carrying them?”  You asked.

“I don’t know.  I mean, they’re genetically me and Pepper and they’ll be due roughly the same time.” He mused.  “What counts?”

“I’m pretty sure it’s housed in the same uterus.”  You said.

“Can we please argue about that when I’m not freaking out”  Pepper groaned.

Happy ran back out and jumped into the car passing the paper bag back to Tony.  “Hotel?”  He asked.

“Yes, please,”  Pepper said.

“And can you swing past Katz’s after.  Get us some Matzo Ball Soup, a garden salad, and a Reuben.”  Tony added.

“And Knish.”  You added.  “Potato ones.”

“Sure thing.”  Happy said pulling back into traffic.

He drove the three of you back to the Gramercy and Tony lead you and Pepper back up to the Penthouse.  Pepper was in full panic mode by the time they got upstairs and rushed straight into the main bathroom and locked the door.

“Are you okay in there, Pepper?”  You called, leaning on the door.

“Yes, leave me alone to pee in peace.”  She called back.

You snorted and moved to Tony.  “Well then,”  You said.  “I bet she is.”

“I’m not taking that bet.”  He said.

“Oh go on.  A billion dollars.  I’ll bet you a billion dollars.”

“What do you need a billion dollars for?”

You shrugged and flopped down on the couch.   The door opened and Pepper slumped out.  “Positive.  There wasn’t even a wait for lines to show.  It was right away.”

Tony rushed to her side and pulled her into a hug.  A second later you had slammed into their sides and hugged them both tightly.

“Oh my god, this is amazing,”  Tony said.

“We’re going to be pregnant at the same time.  How awesome is that?”  You added.

“I don’t - how - how do we do this?”  She said.  “How did this happen?”

Tony really didn’t know the answer to that.  All he knew for sure was he had the resources and he was excited.  He was going to be part of a big family and he’d make sure they didn’t have to worry about anything.

// NEXT

[rewrentless]

Taz Balance Quotes

I have no idea how long ive been working on this, between 2 and 7 months but finally ive made a list of memorable quotes /quotes that made me chuckle

-Any you driads down to clown

-That was my grandfathers haunch

-Everyone needs a barry bluejeans!

-You shouldnt had your dog jump up my ass! I dont think my dog could fit in an ass! You havent seen this ass

-Eat me barry

-If you were making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and you dropped some jelly on the counter are you gonna take a knife and just start cutting at it you dumb son of a bitch??

-she thinks my tractors sexy and i think im no longer welcome here

-hello hello welcome to my caev

-abraca fuck you

-hey you calm the fuck down sir theres no yelling at fantasy Costco!

-its like a bag of holding but for ass

-merle i can see 3/4 to 4/5 of your entire butt

-the railsplitter passes through the tree like a baseball bat passing through a ghost

-youve solved my shrek puzzle

-a witch kissed me and cursed me so that anytime anybody yells a secret word i have to attend to their every need and that word is my fucking name jenkins

-infinite bean!!!

-i got a murder wall in my brain!

-time-pon! The time travelling tampon!

-lord steven q fletcher esquire the goldfish the third

-'yeah he really beat me in a test of wits and wagers' and winks at taako over and over just winking

- hey baby i love your tendrils

-i got here a few minutes ago and i can not take my eyes off you i looked at you across the square 60 feet away and i said do not be chopping on this baby

-you and the box both drink poison and you survive but the box has died. With that the box pops open

-does everyone get that i have an elevator fetish at this point?

-griffen we gotta fight some weeds at floor 20!

-my names not jerry its ... jerrieeeeee

-but listen guys now i gotta take a poop, you know like a poop like a real emergent poop

-'your name ... of course ... is... taako. Sike thats just mine say my name!' i cast magic missile

-so youre sayin we eat him

-youre all beautiful butterflake snowflies

-im actually a mongoose meow

-and inside the envelopes there is  200 gold pieces  ‘thanks for these shitty jangly envelopes’

-i hand her a coupon for one free backrub

-magnus this is the nightmare scenario

-hot diggity shit that is a baller cookie

-i made you guys chairs for your new digs and if you lift up the cushion it doubles as an indoor toilet

-davenport read the room!

-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm davenport

-i start to very subtly and very easily cry

-last time i was in an elevator vines tried to eat my dick

-the late merle highchurch rolled a 5

-’youre a god!’ I definately am

-youre not stupid youre beautiful

-its kinda ridiculous how many pies we got our toes in

-your mother would swaddle you young taako baby taako and just sing to you oh shit sweet flip oh dip sweet flip my little nugget

-god liiiieed to me

-magnus can kiss my kenny chesney tattoo

-you found her?!

-hey thug whats your name im about to tentacle your dick?

-if travis cant move his legs then i shall create his legs!

-im just an elevator climb on in ma belly!

-press ma buttons from inside a me

-if you wanted to lure me in there you shoulda stayed handsome ma fella

-'i tap it with the gluttons fork and i swallow it' 'what the f uck'

-ive got to switch between different accents to trick my prey

-when that day comes little man oh when that day comes i will summon whatever powers i still have at my disposal that you have not sipphoned away from me and i will take all of my canny and all of my cunning and all arcanas still within my reach and i will use it to strike you down little man

-dungeons and dragons and daddies

-fantasy shorts fantasy shorts fantasy shorts fantasy shorts!

-i cast zone of truth!

-junebug

-this chair smells like grandmas

-this scene is memorable to you now but in the moment you werent thinking im going to remember everything about this moment

-inifate bag of boys

-if it had flesh then it would be a bag of skin full of fucking goo

-"how do you not have a six it comes with every board game?" "My daughter..." "eats them for power??"

-because in wonderland... there is no healing (shit eating grin)

-liches get stitches

-son of a lich

-you built the fucking door out of wood shit wood

-bad luck

-ill be having my body back you undead fuck

-sturdy. denim. and blue

-i have updated my list of people i trust and things i believe to no one and nothing

-those are the arms that have held my wife

-i cant fight i cant protect i cant do anything in this body

- i saw seven birds

-the twins, the lover, the protecter, the lonely journal keeper, the peacemaker and the wordless one

-i dont know but i feel like i trust you

-dont let them erase me magnus

-how could you forget lup

-nerd alert!

-greg grimaldis you owe me $15 and i aim to collect

-i have to believe that im gonna get those $15 back from greg fucking grimaldis

-the one thing we do have is the thing that people in love rarely ever have enough of and its time

-I dont know about in love its only been... 21 years

-are you my friend?

-what brings me joy is... life. I think you can find joy anywhere in life i thibk its a concious choice i think you choose joy in life and no matter how bad things are no matter how crummy no matter how dark no matter how many times some guy named john kills your ass you find joy. I’ve found joy, honest to God, getting to know you. I’ve found joy playing chess with you. I have enjoyed - i haven’ t enjoyed you know, getting my ass killed, but i find joy in whatever I do. I don’t always do things right, and I don’t always do things smart, and I don’t always do a character voice, but whatever i do, i find joy in it. Because at the end of the day, that’s all you got. It’s looking back on the joy you had, and the joy you found, and the joy you gave other people 

-soon you will call us ascendent

-kiss my ass you sanctimonious bastard

-huh. I feel sad

-its not perfect but its the best i can do

-our capacity for love increases with each person we cross paths with throughout our lives and with each moment we spend with those people but too often we neglect that part of ourselves in favour of others and by the time we realize just how importnat it is we find ourselves with fewer folks around to practice with but the seven of you have something that nobody else ever had time all the time in the world time enough to grow indescribely close time enough to learn how to care for each other how to allow yourselves to be caref for and in the case of barry and lup time enough to fall deeply and truely in love

-there was romance in every measure and longing in every note

-have we not earned a little wrath?

-i made it

-you are my heart you know that right?

-sometimes there arent right decisions sometimes theres just decisions

-when someone leaves your life those exits are not made equal. Some are beautiful and poetic and satisfying others are abrupt and unfair but most are just unremarkable, unintentional clumsy

-back soon

-who?

-taako kill me

-you fucking took everything from me

-understand this, i have nothing and i don’t give a shit. The world is ending and i don’t care

-phantasmal and resplendent

-youre dating the grim reaper?!

-ill take one taco with extra destiny

-i tell the trees when to shed their leaves and i make every piece of fruit taste the way that it tastes and i taught every blade of grass in the ground where to grow did you really think i had forgotten about you?

-im not your pan but you will always be my merle

-i run over and im already kissing him this is ridiculous

-I want to warm up my face i dont want it to be cold and weird

-whats up ghostrider

-i met god no big deal

-lets save the world and 420 blaze it

-hear that babe? We’re legends

-youre going to have to fight and… youre gonna win!

-you hear it now too dont you? The song is now yours, just as the story has always been yours and with this final piece your understanding of these impossible events is complete. Like i said before, youre ready now, darkness surrounds you but be not afraid, after all youre going to win, we know that much but that is the limit of my knowledge. Youre all caught up now, whatever happens next, well, we’ll just have to find out together

-you boys know the best of the fantasy costo? Free samples

-we won

-youre going to be amazing

-it takes time as all difficult and important things do, for the world to recover from what was done to it that day. But it does recover, and not just that, it thrives. 

-im about to smooch your fucking brains out babe 

-one small criticism, i think you may have forgotten to make it taste good

-‘youre kinda full of dog shit sometimes’ thats what it was i forgot i did include dog shit

-i should mention my boyfriend is death

-if you will all excuse me i have… to shit

-i tried to make you proud

-we see you one last time as magnus rushes in

-even happier days were to come, because that was the world that you made, that was the ending you earned