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wednesdaynn · 10 months ago

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birthday special

A/N: HI! omg it's my birthday and i thought i'd write a little special something from myself to you, as i'll be spending my birthday alone. So here is a little special poly!marauders smutty fic to make myself happy and not dread this awful day.

i also got a cake with the faces of multiple celebrities i love, including the OG fancasts... so

not edited, not even double checked or rewritten, i did this in 3 days and expected it to only be around 2000 words, so it might be awfull, dont blame me

This is also uploaded 9 hours after scheduled time but shhh

word count: 4388

warnings: reader who feels left out and sad on her birthday/ foursome, oral sex, penatrative sex, awkward positions and understanding lovers, dirty talk, slight overwhelming feelings so a bit of crying.

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader

It's eerily quiet in the great hall. lunch time had just passed and most of the students were spending their time outside in the great fields outside of the castle. Spring break was coming to an end and most of ‘em filled their last couple of free days soaking up the sunlight outside, a rare occurrence in scotland. except for your friends, who had been all over the place since that morning. you suppose you had been slightly jealous towards them. Every time it was someone's birthday they made sure to plan something that would interest the birthday person.

For Lily's birthday, you had spent the evening outside after dark playing in the snow and staying up all night in the boys dorm, drinking wine and gossiping. Remus' birthday was perfect, it had fallen on a sunday, giving you guys the entire day to do nothing except to annoy Remus, plan pranks and sneak into the kitchen to eat until you guys couldn’t . For james’ you guys had planned an entire party that lasted through all the night.

But this morning you woke up to everyone rushing around. You had thought that because it was spring break there would be a lot of time to hang out with the lot, but to your surprise, you got a kiss on the cheek from your girl friends, and your boyfriends had to get up for quidditch practice early and stayed until lunch. They wished you a happy birthday and let you unpack your presents at the breakfast table. but the celebrations were soon pushed aside for more important tasks, such as studying.

since breakfast you hadn’t seen anyone, the first hour after breakfast spent in the common room reading a book, you had soon grown bored. you went to the library to study but found it to be too crowded with most of the students cramming for their latest exams. the hot weather tearing them down. and right before lunch you headed outside to join Hagrid in feeding the latest creature he had brought home with him. both of you working in silence.

But lunch rolled around and you hadn't seen any of your friends. When you walked into the great hall, your boyfriends were just on their way to return to the dorms to take a long awaited shower, while Remus and Peter joined them to finish the last part of their essay.

And you know there was an open invitation to join them. they always made sure to let you know you are welcome there, even Peter had let you know he enjoys your company, more than the boys he had said. but you didn’t want to intrude on their tasks. you already felt like you were overreacting and the boys knew you too well. you knew they’d worry about you and set their own things aside to make sure you’re okay, but you didn’t want them to do that, feeling like a burden.

you push yourself up from the table and swing your legs over the bench. with no idea what to do the rest of the day you make your way back up to your room, checking the last couple of assignments off of your to-do list, watering the plants, stoking the fire in the room when the evening chill started to roll around and the sun had disappeared behind the clouds. you had picked up your book again, but to no avail. you were bored, extremely. and you don’t hold it against your friends, knowing that they have things to do as well since classes are starting soon again. but you had spent the entire spring break hanging out almost every day, and the one day that was important to you, they couldn’t.

you felt left behind. turning around one more time on your bed, you let out a sigh of annoyance. Another birthday spent doing nothing, another birthday spent alone, another birthday spent depressed. you had learned your lesson the past couple of years not expecting much. but it was your last year at Hogwarts, your last year spent with friends. you had hoped this year would be different. not a quick ‘happy birthday, and we’ll see you again tonight when we are already half asleep.’

Was it unfair to think that way? yes, but you couldn’t care at the moment. you were feeling lonely and bored. but you picked yourself up enough to at least head to dinner, where you were greeted with all of your friends sitting together, laughing and having fun. you walked over to Remus and sat beside him quietly, giving him a tight lipped smile while he kissed you on your temple and put his hand on your thigh.

The entirety of dinner had been spent in silence while your friends talked. they had tried to get you to join the conversation, but your energy had been drained from the constant worrying the entire day. the hand on your thigh had left when Remus had to start eating, but the second he was done it was around your waist pulling you in closer.

"You wanna talk?” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath a comfort on your neck. you looked up at him and shook your head softly with a thin smile, not quite reaching your eyes. the thumb on your waist moves ever so slightly, rubbing comforting circles into your skin. Remus hymned and turned back to his friends, his hand not leaving your side.

When they finished with their meal, Remus slid his arm back and grabbed your hand to bring you along with him. you walked along with your friends, every so often listening in on their conversation. you followed them up onto the moving stairs but only raised your head when you passed the door to the gryffindor common room. Remus let out a soft chuckle, his grip on your hand getting tighter. you walked after him as he dragged you up more and more stairs.

entering the top corridor the girls giggle as they open up one of the doors to an empty classroom, and Peter walks up to you, circling around until he puts his hands in front of your eyes and covers them. you let out an annoyed sigh, but smile nonetheless. Remus leads your hand further into the room where he leaves you waiting.

you tap your foot impatiently and Peter clicks his tongue in response. you hear slight rustling in the background and Marlene and Sirius whispering, although it’s louder than they probably intend to, seeing as they are bickering about godric knows what. but the noises slowly die down and someone is back at your side again holding onto your right hand.

Peter slowly slid his hands away from your face and in front of you laid a couple of blankets with candles and a bunch of food and drinks on the floor. the tables and chairs had been pushed to the side. you look to your right seeing James and squeezing onto his hand tighter, giving him a grateful smile. He lets go of your hand and wraps it around your waist, pulling you into him.

your eyes stare in awe at the scene in front of you. your friends standing around you with a happy smile. Mary shakes out her hands and squeals and before she can contain herself, she runs over to you and envelopes both you and James in a tight hug.

“didn’t think we’d forget now, huh love?” you shake your head and she pulls back from your embrace holding your face in her hands. “Happy birthday sweetheart.” you give her a sweet smile and they both release, just far enough for your other friends to congratulate you.

pulling back from all the hugs, you all make your way down to the middle of the room, filled with sweets. sitting cross-legged on the blanket across from your friends, squished between your boyfriends, you felt slightly guilty.

you couldn’t believe you thought they were capable of forgetting, or just not wanting to celebrate your birthday. or thinking they didn’t know you well enough to know how you wanted to spend your birthday. you silently scold yourself on your mistrust towards your boys and try to focus back on the scene in front of you.

you lean into James’ embrace next to you while he puts his arm around your shoulder and try to relax into it as much as possible. “Thank you, darling,” you whisper to him. “I love it.” he just winks and holds you tighter.

The night carries on with lots of laughter while you stuff your mouths with a bunch of food and the alcohol, which you can only assume Sirius and Mary took care of. it was getting late and everyone was relatively tipsy, you all decided it was best to head up back to bed. standing up from Sirius’ lap, all of you stumbled your way back down all the stairs and into the common room, getting dirty looks from the paintings. He held onto your waist tightly as you walked up towards the boys’ dormitory.

taking off your shoes next to the door, you walk over to the fireplace in the centre of the room, stoking the fire with a spell, instantly warming the room. You watch as you see your boys make their way over to the bathroom individually. Coming out with pyjamas and brushed teeth, the padding of their socked feet towards their beds. You quickly ascend to the bathroom yourself, the stressful day had made you quite tired, and the slight state of drunkenness you were in didn’t help either.

You quickly took off your makeup and brushed out your hair and teeth. Getting out of your clothes and putting on your pyjamas. You lean your head down and take a sip of water from the faucet and make your way back to their dormitory. Getting into Remus' bed you sit cross legged on the cover.

“I’m sorry if i acted odd tonight, i loved what you guys did for me, honestly. It was the best birthday.” you say softly. Sirius's face contorts into one of confusion and he cocks his head up towards you. “What are you talking about, love?” James crosses over from his bed to yours and leans against the bedpost, his arms crossed on his chest.

“You were fine sweetheart, but if something is bothering you, you know you can always talk about it with us right?” you nod and give James a soft smile. Remus pats your thigh.

“Come’ere.” you climb up higher on the bed and throw your leg over his lap, making eye contact with your lover. He gives you a soft peck on your forehead and his thumb draws circles into your waist. You feel a dip in the mattress behind you and feel Sirius his hand brush the hair away from your neck and shoulder, leaving soft peck along the neckline of your pyjama shirt. You lean into their embrace and let out a soft sigh.

You see James get on the bed on the other side of you and look over at him. “You want us to take care of you? Or do you just want to cuddle until we fall asleep?” you’re already letting go of your inhibitions while in the hold of your boyfriends, and you know they will take care of you.

“Take care of me please.” you let out softly, looking up at him with sweet eyes. He gives you an adorning smile and a kiss on the cheek.

Remus his hands slowly slip under your shirt, rubbing the skin underneath. He spreads his hands across your back, “lean back for me sweetheart.” Sirius whispers in your ear as his lips ghost across your jawline. You look at Remus and he nods at you, he holds you as you lean back into Sirius his arms, your shoulders resting on his chest.

Sirius his hands move down towards the hem of your shirt and slowly inches it upwards. His knuckles grazing your skin, leaving behind goosebumps as his cold hands touch you. He moves until he reached the underside of your boobs.

“Can i, love?” you nod as best as you can. He lifts the shirt over your breasts and skims his hands over them, brushing along your nipples and pinching them slightly. You let out a soft sigh at the contact and look away from his movements and make eye contact with Remus who winks at you. He gestures over at James to get closer and you feel James moving on the bed as he leans down on your level.

He softly brushes some stray hairs away from your face and leans in closer kissing your lips softly. You fully let go in the embrace of your lovers doting on you and your body. The kiss quickly turns a lot more fierce and you realise in this position both of your bodies have to contort to kiss properly, so James makes his way down your body, jaw, neck, clavicle bones, and just under your shirt where Sirius pulls his hands away to give James free reign to pleasure you.

James leaves wet kisses all on your breast, and soft bites around your nipples leaving slight marks all over your chest. He finally wraps his lips around your left nipple and sucks lightly. You let out a moan at his administration and he groans around your nipples, heat flows down your body.

Sweat starts to form on your forehead and you notice how much of a strain your body is being put on being in this position. You move your hand to tug on Remus' arms.

“You like how he’s making you feel darling?” you nod but a slight grimace pulls at your face. “This position, baby, it’s slightly uncomfortable, I'm sorry.” you apologise to them. Sirius tuts behind you and moves his hands behind your shoulder blades to give you some elevation to get up properly.

Being sat back on Remus' lap, he slowly lifts you up from off of his lap and moves you next to him on the bed, the spot James was previously occupying. Sitting up on the bed you roll your shoulder around, letting the tight spots ease. You remove your shirt entirely from your body and Sirius softly pushes at your sternum, easing you onto your back, your head resting on the pillows.

James resumes his former position, leaning over you and softly kissing your chest and upwards, now finally having the space to kiss your neck and leave marks all over. Sirius, who is still sitting between your legs, ghosts his hands across your stomach and reaches the waistband of your pyjama pants. He hooks his fingers underneath the band and glides them across your waist, teasing you.

You panting beneath them, wishing they would just do more. Having 3 boyfriends and still not getting where you need them seems pathetic, but Remus just finds your frustrations comical and sweet. He puts his hand on your forehead and strokes the top of your head.

Sirius his hands finally make their way down when he pulls down your pants and underwear at the same time, helping you lift your hips and pulling them all the way down your legs and throwing them next to the bed. You have half a mind to tell him it’s gross to leave clothes lying on the floor, but James his lips are back on your nipples and thinking straight with them is just too difficult.

He brushes his hands on your calves, massaging them and pushing them up, leaving your knees bent. You feel Remus’ hands skim across your stomach downwards, a ghost of a touch on your mound leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“Please, Rem?” with the comforting touch of Sirius’ hands on your calves, soothing you into a deeper rest, you can’t help but beg for Remus to touch you.

“Since it’s your birthday, sweetheart, I'll go easy on you.” His voice sounds rough, but he complies immediately. His middle finger and ring finger skim over your slit collecting wetness from your core and he circles your clit with them. You whine, the touch of James his lips and teeth on your nipple and Remus his light circular movements on your bundle of nerves, makes you set alight.

They’re barely doing anything, but it’s making you let out all sorts of noises you’ll probably be embarrassed about tomorrow, but for now you couldn’t care, knowing it only eggs your partners on further.

Remus his fingers slowly move down to your hole circling it, teasing it, before finally pushing on finger in slowly. He eases it into you, taking his time, moving it in and out slowly. He watches your face intently. Making sure to catch any noise you let out, and face you make and any sign of unease. He sees your hands grab onto the blanket and takes it as his queue to add a second finger.

No matter how many times the four of you have sex, the stretch never gets any easier. You scrunch your face up slightly. “Am i good to continue, or do you need a second?” he asks, and you have half a mind to tell him to shut up and continue, but you find it so endearing how caring he still is. “You’re good to continue, baby, was just a pinch.” he nods and continues pushing into you, but this time at a much slower pace, taking extra caution.

Once he feels you’re rightly accommodated to the stretch, he starts pumping in slowly again. Taking his time dragging his fingers against your walls, your pussy quivering around his fingers. You feel every drag with his slow pace, the way he barely misses your g-spot.

Your hand curls around his wrist and he gives you a smirk. “You want more, baby?” he hymns at you. You just nod to the best of your ability. He increases his pace, only ever so slightly making you whine. You liked when he teased, but it was god damn frustrating.

Your nails scratch at his wrist and pull at his hand hoping to speed it up even more, but Remus is relentless in giving you what you want. He makes a tsks noise, hoping to tell you off, but he sees the desperate look on your face and he almost gives in.

“Be good for me baby, and you’ll get what you want.” you nodded fervently at him. James leaves a peck on your cheek and makes his way over to your lips, kissing you with renowned vigour. Tongue sliding in your mouth.

You feel the butterflies in your stomach making rounds at the slow pace, not enough to make you cum, but it leaves you teetering on the edge. Sirius moves closer to you, your legs on either side of his hips. He slowly takes off his shirt, making it a show for you. He leans down to give a kiss on your knee and pushes himself down onto the bed, laying down on his stomach in between you.

Remus makes a move to take his fingers out of you, but the hand that’s on his wrist holds him there.

“Sweetheart, let go, Sirius wants to make you feel good, don’t you wanna cum?” he asks in such an endearing voice. You moan into James’ mouth and he takes it as a queue to lean back and observe. You whine for him, wanting to feel the taste of his lips back on your once more, but he just gives you a sympathetic smile and mouths an apology at you.

Sirius begins by slowly kissing up and down the inside of your thigh. He sucks onto the skin leaving marks behind, maroons and reds splotched all over your legs, small indentations of bite marks etched into your skin. He kisses the juncture between your thigh and mound and puts his thumbs onto your vulva.

His thumbs spread your lips apart and he lets out a groan at the sight, wetness covering your entire pussy, your hole quivering from the need to cum. You feel a warmth spread over your face all the way down to your chest. He latches his lips onto your clit, sucking on it harshly.

“Holy fuck.” he hums around your bundle of nerves making electricity shoot up. He agrees with your sentiment. You were on edge form cumming the whole time Remus was fingering you, and this just shoots you right over the edge. Your hands make their way downwards, grabbing onto Sirius his long hair and pulling, hard. He lets out a moan at the roughness and scrapes his teeth against your clit. You give a short warning before your orgasm takes full control. You scratch at his scalp as you pull, as Sirius pulls you through the afterwaves of your orgasm. You feel your chest going up and down, heaving.

Sirius gives a loving pat on your inner thigh before moving up again, and getting off of the bed, standing next to James on the left side of the bed. You look over at them and you feel Remus, who is still sitting beside you on the bed, take your hand and grab onto it.

James scurries out of his clothes, first his shirt, revealing his toned chest from quidditch. Then his pyjama pants. You see Sirius next to him gulp as James’ cock springs up. James his face contorts into a look of proudness. A smirk plastered onto his face. He resumes his movements and gets onto the bed taking Sirius his former position between your legs. He spits onto the palm of his hand and strokes his cock slowly.

“You ready, doll?” he asks you before inching closer. You let out a soft please and he strokes his cock up and down your slit. Gathering your wetness before slowly pressing into you. He inches in closer and closer, taking his time with you, letting you get adjusted to the stretch of his cock.

You breathe in deeply, in through your nose, out through your mouth. Taking the time to enjoy the moment and feel the intimacy with your lovers. Remus who is feeling up your breasts, encompassing them with his hands and squeezing them, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his thumb.

Sirius is still by your side, holding your hand and stroking his thumb up and comforting you. His other hand pushing away fly hairs and stroking your head, creating a soft moment between you both. Looking up at him, you can see the love and adoration in his eyes and he gives you a sweet smile.

James’ hands rest on your waist, pressing into the skin there, you know he’s trying to hold himself back, but he’s trying to be considerate, your sweet boy.

“It’s okay James, please.” you give him an encouraging nod and he stares at you for a while, trying to see if you are truly okay. Finding no resistance, he pushes further in almost bottoming out inside of you. He inches out slowly and pushes back in with careful intention, making sure to make you feel every drag slide against your walls. Hearing the lewd sounds the two of you make, feeling your hole contract around him.

You both let out a sigh of relief at the sensation followed by a deep moan. He makes sure to hit you deep and slowly, dragging the sensations out. All that you feel, everything you feel coursing through your body is love. Undevoted love. Enveloped by your boyfriends, taking care of you in the way that you need.

It encompasses your very being and you feel yourself tune out everything around you except for the feeling of safety, the pleasure of their comfort. Peace. You know they see it, see how you’re feeling, or maybe they even feel it themselves, because Sirius is squeezing tighter around your hand and Remus gives intentional soft strokes around your breast. It makes you want to cry and release every emotion you’ve felt for a while. Wanting to cry out in pure ecstasy.

“It’s okay, you’re safe with us.” Remus tells you and you let a single tear drop when you squeeze your eyes shut. A silent ‘fuck’ leaves your mouth and your eyebrows scrunch together. They just hold you closer.

James picks up his pace slightly, his thumb moving to your clit, rolling circles on it with the pad of his finger, increasing the pleasure that shoots through your body.

He digs his knees deeper into the mattress, laying the top of his feet flat on the bed and shifting his hips just ever so slightly, lowering them closer to the bed and his cock drags against your walls deliciously.

James feels all his nerves being set on fire, feeling the tightening of your walls around him, the wetness making it so easy to glide in, and he feels the tip of his cock hit that spongy spot inside of you. Making you keen,

You lean your head back, releasing a loud moan. Your eyes shoot open and you grab at the bedsheet. Curling your toes and enclosing your thighs around James’ hips. You feel the familiar flare in the bottom of your stomach, the butterflies fluttering around.

“Baby? Babes, I'm gonna cum, please.” you beg of James and he keeps repeatedly hitting your g-spot, keeping up the pace as before and tightening the circles he makes around your clit. He lets out a high pitched whine and looks down at where your bodies are connected, seeing your arousal around his cock, your hole pulsing around him. The stickiness on his thumb.

Your breath hitches, Remus pinches your nipple, Sirius gives you a sweet kiss on your forehead and the soft strokes of James gives you everything you need to orgasm again. You squeeze tightly around James his cock and James hisses at the constriction, cumming just after you. He pumps in just a little bit longer, riding out both of your orgasms, until both of you become too sensitive.

“You did so well darling, so beautiful for us, happy birthday baby.”

(Down below my bday cake cuz y’all need to see it)

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trensu · 2 years ago

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It's Will that gives him the idea.

"we don't really celebrate father's day anymore," he had said awkwardly, "but I can't hang out anyway."

"why not?" Dustin demanded. He was gonna end up bored and alone because he didn't celebrate the holiday and everyone else had plans. he had been counting on Will to keep him company.

"I'm gonna get Jonathan a new record and I want to listen to it with him," he said.

"can't he get his own records? C'mon, we could go to the arcade or something."

"no, Dustin," his tone took on a stubborn edge that made Dustin pause. "He's my brother and I love him, and he's the only guy besides Bob who's ever even tried to look out for me. So I'm sorry but I'm gonna be busy on Sunday."

Dustin didn't argue after that but it did get him thinking which is why on Sunday morning he biked all the way over to Loch Nora and started banging on Steve's door.

"what do you want, Henderson?" Steve sighed the most dramatic put upon sigh Dustin had ever heard.

"you're not my dad--"

"wow you really are genius!"

"shut up, shut up, listen to me!"

"okay, geez, I'm listening."

"you're not my dad and I don't want you to be my dad. I don't even really want a dad! Lots of dads aren't even that great and my mom already has the single parent thing down. But you taught me how to do my hair and how to talk to girls - even though that advice sucked, I didn't need it to get Suzie at all - and you're gonna teach me how to drive--"

"woah, hey, no I never said I'd do that, wh--"

"--and you've saved my life but I think we're even because I've saved your life too."

"Henderson don't you have anything better to do than harass me in my own home?" Steve said. he was using that exasperated tone he got when he knew he wasn't keeping up with what was going on but didn't want to admit it.

"actually no I don't but I'm here for a reason," he reached into his backpack and took out the gift he clumsily wrapped with scraps of brown paper bags. He shoved it into Steve's hands. "You're basically the only adult male figure in my life. And I appreciate you."

Steve squinted at the gift and then at Dustin and at the gift again before he said fussily "is this a prank? If something gross explodes from this, I swear to god, I'll--"

"Just open it, Steve!"

"Fine, fine, keep your shirt on," Steve said and tore off the paper. He blinked and in a softer tone said, "Oh."

"I don't know if you even like making models but I know you love cars and this kit looked just like yours, so yeah."

Steve stared at the kit some more. Dustin started to fidget. It was always better to be honest with your feelings but maybe this was too much for Steve. Maybe Steve didn't like him as much as Dustin did. Steve was not as enlightened about these things as Dustin.

"I've never made a model before."

Dustin hunched his shoulders and tried not to feel stupid or hurt. He should have expected this. They weren't even related. This was probably too weird. He reached out to take the gift back.

"it's fine, I can return it, whatever."

Steve raised the kit out of Dustin's reach.

"Hey, this is mine," he said.

"you don't even like it!"

"I never said that! I'm just gonna need a dweeby little nerd to help me build it. You know anybody like that?" Steve asked, batting his eyes innocently.

"you're such a dick," Dustin grumbled, fighting back a grin.

"watch your language!"

"shut up, you're not my dad."

Steve laughed as Dustin shoved his way into the house. Hours later, after much shouting and ribbing and one incident of spilled paint, a small model of the beemer was left to dry while Steve forced Dustin to watch the baseball game on TV with him. It wasn't the worst thing ever, and after Steve mentioned the statistics involved, it got way more interesting ("of course you'd like the math part, you weirdo" "you don't understand the stats do you" "shut up and watch the game, Henderson"). When the paint was dry, Dustin followed Steve upstairs and watched him carefully and deliberately place the model between a couple of sports trophies.

"yeah, I guess it looks pretty cool," Steve said with exaggerated nonchalance. "Now beat it, kid. your mom's gonna freak if you're not home when she gets back from work."

"can you give me a ride?"

"ugh, fine."

Dustin grinned. This had been, hands down, the best father's day ever. From the look on Steve's face when he placed the model, Dustin was pretty sure he agreed.

#stranger things #steve is an honorary henderson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #trensu tells stories #i almost forgot i had this in my drafts!!#i wanted to wait to post on actual father's day but i was busy all day #(went to a cubs game with my dearest friend and it was so good omg)#(definitely worth the headache that hit me when i got home)#the smart thing would've been to schedule the post but why would i do that lol #anyway there's still an hour's worth of father's day left so it counts

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dorabellingham · 2 months ago

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MASTERLIST

Here you can find all the one shots from the account! I accept requests, but that doesn't mean I'll give them all.

I hope you like them and leave a like whenever you can :)

ps: I'm not very good at writing smut and you can call me Dora

🍒 - Fluff ❤️‍🔥 - Smut ⭐ - Angst

jude bellingham;

[🍒] Just like daddy

Where Jude takes your son to get his hair cut and they look alike.

[🍒] Passanger prince

When you're driving around Madrid and you tease him for not knowing how to drive.

[❤️‍🔥] Kind of night

When you meet at a club and end up making out in the bathroom. It's not completely smut.

[🍒⭐] I'm all yours

When you go to a Real Madrid party and he's dying of jealousy of you.

[🍒] Little midfielder

When he's hurt but your little boy wants to play soccer.

[⭐] Womanizer

Where false rumors of cheating arise and you end up getting hurt.

[🍒] Birthday boys

When he and your little boy have the same birthday.

[🍒⭐] My woman

Where after a serious defeat another player from the national team ends up verbally attacking you and Jude defends you.

[❤️‍🔥] Underwear

When you go to pick him up from training and things start to get heated on the way.

[🍒] Bother you

Where you guys plan to go out, but his brother has other plans, which involve disturbing you both.

[🍒] Dinner plans

Where you want to go out for dinner but have a spoiled baby at home.

[🍒] Tea time

When your little girl has a tea party and wants you to join in.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Our first time

When you decide to have your first time in the guest room. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Are you my daddy?

Where you are a famous singer and took your son to a show, but you didn't expect that he would think Jude was his father.

[🍒⭐] El clássico

After Real Madrid's defeat in the championship the only thing he wants is to find solace in your arms.

[🍒] Cuddly boy

A sick baby and an important game, all in the same day.

[🍒] Halloween

Just a fun night of scares with your boyfriend.

[❤️‍🔥] Honeymoon

When you get married and can finally have some alone time.

[🍒] First day of school

When you discover that you are not so prepared for your child's first day of school.

[🍒] Be like them

Where you want to change your hair to go out with other wags, but he doesn't agree.

[🍒] La liga

When he's really drunk and won't stop proposing to you on international TV.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Provocations

Where your boyfriend is very focused on the game but you also want attention. It's not completely smut.

[🍒⭐] I'm here

When you have an anxiety attack after someone calls you names.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Is your mother here?

When you guys end up having a hot moment and his mom shows up. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Fashion critic

When he asks for a private fashion show.

[🍒] Mini Bellingham

When you tell him you're pregnant.

[🍒] Boyfriend material

Headcanon of what he would be like as your boyfriend.

[🍒] Moning after

When after your first time as a couple, he does everything to please you.

[⭐] Do you still love me?

When he gets really weird around you and it seems like he doesn't love you anymore.

[🍒] Rainy nights

Where your little boy is afraid of thunder and you go to sleep together to calm him down.

[🍒] Épouse-moi?

Where he proposes to you on a random afternoon with the most beautiful words you've ever heard.

[🍒] Play with me

When on any given Sunday he is super bored and you need to entertain him.

[🍒⭐] Lond distance

When your long-distance relationship is going through difficult times.

[🍒] Fever and moody

When he's sick and just being the most dramatic person in the world.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Let's have a baby

When he enters the phase of wanting a baby and keeps asking for you whenever he can.

[🍒⭐️] Kissing in the rain

When you are fighting and you decide to leave his house in the middle of a storm.

[❤️‍🔥] Caught in the act

When you are taking a trip to his parents' house and he has a very interesting idea. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Baby at the stadium

When you take your daughter to watch a Real Madrid game for the first time.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Play fair

When he makes you a surprise visit at dawn and things go the other way. It's not completely smut.

jobe bellingham;

[🍒] Big boy

In the middle of an english winter your boyfriend is big enough to keep you warm.

[🍒] Too short for me

Where you guys are trying to make breakfast but teasing you is way cooler.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Irresistible

When you are too irresistible to him. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Boyfriend material

Headcanon of what he would be like as your boyfriend.

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starshinegazer · 7 months ago

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Shoutout Sunday

I just wanted to collect some of the most memorable Astarion fanfics I've read so far and to give them and their authors a big ol' shoutout. These are some of the fics I strongly suggest others to check out, if you haven't yet.

Also, please feel free to comment and recommend your favorites as well! And, if you know of some of these authors on tumblr, lemme know, so I can add them too :) I'm not too good with words, so I'll be slapping some of the authors own words as descriptions (for now). Oh, and do be mindful of tags etc etc... Here goes, in no particular order:

Pieces Still Stuck In Your Teeth by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "The Vampire Ascendent has crossed a line. Eleven years after making the biggest mistake of her life and losing the man she loved, tiefling wizard (now Archmage) Rosalie decides it’s time to put this Astarion in the ground for good. Hopefully, both her head and her heart are strong enough to see this awful task through to its end."

An Honest Lie by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "Astarion and Rosalie think they understand each other perfectly, but they have each fallen prey to the other’s mask. As they both go forward with their adventure, will either of them dare to be honest?"

A Crooked Touch by eyes_of_the_lamb "If you want to read a story where Astarion is sweet from the start and Tav is here to fix him, this isn't the one. If you want to read about two terribly broken men spending a good long while making each other worse before they make each other better, this might be for you. If you thought the in-game romance was a little too easy and it should have been ten times more painful and difficult to convince Astarion he's worthy of love, this is definitely for you."

Perfect Slaughter by Imagineitdear (@imagineitdearies ) "Tyrus, a low-born drow with aspirations for necromantic wizardry, finds none of the hospitality he expected from his new noble patron, Cazador Szarr. Quickly he loses his life and future, his hopes and dreams—only to find something new to fight for in the unlikely arms of Cazador’s least favorite spawn."

A Novel Experience by meanboss (@meanbossart ) "Initially just an epilogue for my own game campaign with my big meaty dark urge drow, turned whole story which I accidentally deleted and am now reuploading, my bad LOL

Hope you enjoy!"

Carving Through The Dark by skitter "The realm is safe and the story is over.

Wren and Astarion descend into the Underdark in search of a new purpose, and learn a few things along the way. Namely, that healing isn't linear and sometimes love takes the long way round."

Blood In The Weave by gingealish "There is no need to breathe, but I miss it all the same. The suffocating silence, the desperate darkness have encapsulated me for I don’t even know how long; It could have been tendays or years. I’ve long since accepted my punishment, stopped trying in vain to crack the seal of my tomb against the onslaught of panic and hunger. Now I lay here, thinking of the friends I’ve lost, the lover who turned on me, and how to finally get even.

Astarion is the new Big Bad Evil Guy. Spawn Tav is rescued by a familiar face. "

When He’s all but Forgotten How to Love Again by bg_brainrot "You saved Baldur’s Gate almost 300 years ago. You died 150 years ago. On a new life now, you find that memories from your past lead you to a specific silver-haired man. Who was he, and why won't he leave you be? tldr; An Elf-Tav reincarnation story where Tav dreams about Astarion in their nightly reveries and eventually seeks him out once they reach maturity. Things definitely totally go well."

More Than Any Words by mataglap "They have saved the city and possibly the world. All is great and everyone is happy... except Astarion has been banished back into the shadows, and Tav is stuck in an uneven battle with his own oath. He's losing the fight. He knew he would from the moment he fell for Astarion. But he can't lose yet, not before they find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again."

Inexhaustible Oil by homeward_bound "This is the absolute opposite of a redemption fic. A post-canon, fall-from-grace, "I can make you infinitely worse" kind of story, in which there is no simple happy ending. But there's mystery on the way. And dragons. True love, even. So if you're fine with that, come aboard. It's going to be a wild ride."

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heich0e · 2 years ago

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wouldn't it be nice? - suna rintarou/f!reader (haikyuu!): fluff but suggestive at times, established relationship, talk of babies/families/pregnancy, committing to the bit is all fun and games until the bit commits to you, tw: light miscommunication since some of u guys hate that, let the record show this was NOT written for his birthday, i didn't even KNOW it was today ok, i will not be taking questions at this time (or ever)

You know exactly what started it.

The problem.

It was some sappy commercial you saw on TV one lazy Sunday afternoon.

You rarely even watch television—not proper cable television anyway—preferring the simplicity of streaming services in this modern day and age. It's a complete fluke that you happen across it at all while you and Rintarou rest sprawled across his couch in the afternoon sun, your feet tucked underneath his thigh. You wouldn't even go on to remember what the commercial was for; all you remember is the perfect, cherubic little baby at the centre of it, and the way that it made your heart melt.

You let out a long, wistful sigh once the advertisement transitions into the next. "I want to hold a baby."

It piques his interest. That stupid, completely unremarkable comment that you'd come soon to regret.

Rintarou pulls himself a little more upright at his end of the sofa, shooting you a mischievous look. His expression might seem placid to most people, impassive even, but you know it, and him, and all his minute eccentricities too well to be fooled.

"I'll give you a baby," he muses, angling his body over yours on the sofa with his arms caging your waist. You draw your legs back instinctively—hips perpendicular to your thighs and heels to the bottom of your bum—at the first sign of trouble.

Your lip curls, and you lift your sock-clad feet so they press flat against his chest, pushing him back with all the strength you can. He hardly budges, but you expect as much.

"Ew, Rin," you snort, head lolling to the side to idly watch the next useless commercial on TV as it unfolds, “gross."

Suna pauses, a hand loosely circling your ankle, and you glance at him from the corner of your eye. There's a look that you don't recognize that flitters across his face. His grip tightens a little, his thumb sweeping down over the round protrusion of your joint and back again.

"Gross?" he asks softly.

"Yeah, gross," you say, pulling your foot out of his hold. It takes a bit of effort, because he doesn’t seem to want to move, but you roll over onto your side and wiggle out from under him to rise up off the sofa. You shuffle into the kitchen for a snack, and you feel his eyes on you as you go.

But that was just the start.

You’re not sure if you just never noticed, or if the universe has a deeply perverse sense of cosmic humour, but after that Sunday afternoon, it seems like there are babies everywhere you go.

And if not actual living, breathing babies, then it's all matter of things that are decidedly baby-adjacent. Itty bitty onesies on display at the store you two are shopping at. Sweet souvenir plushies at the Aquarium that are meant for little ones to hold. Diapers, formula, and various other baby necessities are advertised in the posters mounted on bus stops, on train stations platforms, and on flashing digital billboards.

And every single time, without fail, you see them when you’re with Suna.

And every single time, without fail, he looks at you and waits for you to meet his gaze.

You’ve gotten pretty good at avoiding it, honestly. But then he’ll always make some comment. Point it out. Make it obvious.

“Look at that baby’s tiny hand. I bet our baby will have my hands.”

“Can you believe that babies are really this little? Do you think ours will be this small?”

“If you were buying these for our baby would you get the yellow or the—“

“Trick question,” you cut Suna off, snagging the yellow pair of training chopsticks (complete with a little ducky on top) out from his hands and shoving them back onto the display he’d just plucked them off of. You don’t allow yourself to linger for too long on how cute they really are. “Babies don’t use chopsticks, and also we’re not having a baby.”

You continue down the aisle of the market, a familiar pain throbbing just behind your eyes that Rintarou seems so uniquely skilled at eliciting. Your face is hot too, but that’s probably just from the frustration. After a moment you hear his feet shuffling along after you, and the two of you finish your grocery shopping in relative silence.

You’re used to putting up with all of your boyfriend’s other annoyances and oddities, so this is just another one to add to the ever-growing list. But this time, something feels a bit… different.

The two of you stop at a vending machine for coffee on your walk home since it’s cold out. Suna has the largest of your two reusable grocery bags looped over one of his arms, and somehow while you’re digging for change in your wallet he manages to weasel the other one off of your arm and onto his own, too.

“There’s a coffee shop right around the corner, why are you stopping here?” he asks, watching as you carefully make your selection from the humming machine in front of you. You press the button of your choice, and a can of cafe au lait clunks down into the waiting chute below.

“The metal can keeps my hands warmer,” you explain, sticking a few more yen into the machine and choosing Rintarou’s favourite, too. His choice makes the same descent yours had, and you crouch down to retrieve it for him, holding it out to him in offering as you stand.

He blinks at you.

“Nah, I’m good,” he says, shaking his head a little. “Hands are full, anyway.”

You balk at him soundlessly for a moment. “Give the other bag back, then!”

“Nope,” he replies, making a point to enunciate it clearly in a way that you know he knows drives you crazy. He takes a step in the direction of your apartment, and you have no choice but to stick the can of coffee he’d declined into your coat pocket and chase after him.

It does a great job of keeping your hand—tucked into your pocket and wrapped around it—warm as you walk, though.

Nearly back at your apartment, your can of coffee drained and properly disposed of, a little ball of fluff waddles past you on the sidewalk, heading towards the entrance of a nearby park. You and Rintarou both pause, equally confused by what you’ve just spotted.

Behind the amorphous little thing is a couple, maybe a few years older than you two are, trailing not even a metre away. You watch as they coo and fawn over it as is wobbles unsteadily towards the open stretch of grass ahead. They call it pet-names, and try to convince it to turn around for mom and dad so they can take a picture.

Oh.

A baby.

Probably a little older than a baby given the whole… walking thing. But it’s still so tiny, even in its big, puffy coat, so they can’t be very old. The hood is pulled up over the child’s head, and you realize upon closer inspection that it has—

“Teddy-bear ears,” Rintarou says, cupping his fingers over his mouth and blowing warm air into his hands. “That’s so cute.”

“Yeah,” you say with a soft smile, watching as the child toddles along in their fluffy little teddy jacket.

Suna must have put the grocery bags down at his feet at some point when the two of you stopped walking, and when he pulls his hands back from his face, you see how the tip of his nose has gone pink from the cold. He dips down in front of you, his eyes narrowed, scrutinizing you up-close.

“What?” you ask him nervously, a hand fluttering self consciously to your face.

His breath leaves his mouth in wispy clouds as he tilts his head to the side. He’s so close that the warmth brushes against your lips like an airy, indirect kiss. You wonder if he can taste the coffee that clings to yours.

“What?” you repeat yourself again, a little more insistently this time. You reach up and pinch either of his cheeks between your thumbs and forefingers—stretching the pliable flesh outwards in an attempt to get him to back off a bit. His rosy cheeks are cool under your warm touch.

“Do you think we’d make a cute baby?” Rintarou asks, though the question is a little garbled thanks to your grip, and your stomach clenches involuntarily. His hands, and his frigid fingertips, reach up and rest over your own where you’re still pinching his cheeks—though your vice has eased slightly.

“You can barely even make an omelet,” you huff out as heat rises in your cheeks, pulling your hands out from under his and looking away. “Like I’d ever trust you to make a baby.”

“People make them all the time by accident, you know,” he remarks, rubbing at his stinging cheeks where you’d been pinching him. “I’m sure I could do it on purpose if I really set my mind to it.”

You dip down and grab the grocery bag he’d taken off your hands earlier, hiking it up onto your shoulder.

“Why are you so obsessed with this stupid baby joke?” you ask him exasperatedly, following it with a long, aggrieved sigh that you can see as you breathe it out.

He looks at you for a moment, his brow pinching in the middle. His nose is still so pink, and it makes the green in his eyes stand out more.

You watch how Suna’s lips part, like he’s going to say something, but then they press together in a thin line again without uttering a word. He picks up his grocery bag with one hand and sets off in the direction of home, and this time you feel a little sheepish as you follow after him.

The apartment is quiet when you return home, and it stays that way as the two of you unpack the groceries in your kitchen side by side. You bought more than you usually would on a weekly grocery trip, all because Suna’s been staying over more than he usually does. But there’s a sudden frostiness that seems to have creeped in from outside, as if clinging to your coattails, and the chill has now settled between the two of you.

It makes a strange sort of anxiety prickle under the surface of your skin, tender like a bruise. It makes you wonder if half of these groceries are going to go to waste.

“I’ll shower first,” Rintarou mutters without turning towards you after he puts the last pantry item away and closes the cabinet.

Stress sits heavy in the pit of your stomach when he doesn’t look at you. It’s intentional, you know it is. Suna’s favourite hobby is staring at you—he’s told you that himself many, many times. But he doesn’t even spare you a glance before he shuffles off towards your bedroom.

You stand in silence in the kitchen, as though that weight in your gut keeps you anchored in place. You can hear the rustle of Rintarou’s clothes hitting the hamper. You hear the bathroom door close. You hear the spray of the shower turn on.

You hear your heartbeat. Loud and wet in your ears.

You’re being ridiculous. You know that. You’re all worked up over nothing.

This was all just some stupid joke that he was being annoying about in the first place. That he found every possible opportunity to bring up.

You aren’t even sure what’s upset him so much; uncertain as to why you being annoyed about one of his blatant attempts to annoy you seems to have caused him offence.

You curl up on your sofa as Rintarou showers, picking at the fraying cuff of your hoodie as you similarly pull apart every second of your memory from the walk home from the market in an attempt to identify what could possibly have gone wrong. You’re thinking about the can of coffee—left sitting, unopened and room-temperature now, on your kitchen counter—when you hear the shower turn off.

The seconds tick by agonizingly slowly as you wait for your sullen boyfriend to emerge, but when he does he still seems resolved to avoid you. You wait on the sofa, your fingers stilled in the motion of fiddling with your sleeve, anticipating that he’ll come ask you to blow-dry his hair, just like he always does.

He doesn’t.

The hairdryer clicks on in the other room, and the sound makes you feel sick.

“Rin!” your voice leaves you involuntarily, without an ounce of conscious effort. You sound panicked.

The hairdryer clicks off immediately, and Rintarou appears in the doorway to your bedroom—half-dressed and hair half-dried—in an instant. His eyes are alight with concern.

Your hand had flown to your mouth as soon as you called out for him, too late to actually muffle the sound. But it stays there as you look at him with shocked, notably-guilty eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks you, eying you suspiciously.

“Nothing,” you murmur, your fingers still resting lightly over your lips, you avert your eyes. “It’s nothing, sorry.”

He hesitates in the doorway for a moment, and then turns to head back to the hairdryer.

“It’s just—“

He pauses when you speak again, one of his hands resting on the doorframe he’s lingering beneath—neither in nor fully out.

“—you’re mad at me.”

You watch his shoulder blades as your words hang in the air between the two of you. The chill in your apartment, unlike it had been outside, is only proverbial—but you half expect to see wisps of vapour slipping out on the edge of your breaths.

“I can’t figure out what I did wrong.”

Suna looks at you over his shoulder, his already vulpine eyes narrowing a little further. Not in irritation, but consideration. For all the strangeness between the two of you today, you can still recognize that much in his expression.

“I’m not mad at you,” he finally says, and you hate how relieved you feel at so few words. Hate even more how him turning back to face you makes the weight in your stomach lessen. That as he approaches you on the sofa you feel the air warm with every step.

Rintarou perches on the edge of your couch, a full cushion between the two of you as you sit there quietly. Both of his feet are on the ground, but yours are drawn up onto the sofa with you, facing him. Slowly your feet creep forward, slipping your toes under his sweat-pant clad thigh.

Suna’s head droops forward, and he lets out a breathy, wry laugh.

“What are your theories so far?” he asks quietly.

Your head tilts to the side in confusion.

He peeks over at you, peering up at you from the corner of his eye.

“What do you think you might have done wrong?”

You hum quietly, pursing your lips slightly.

“Well, I… I thought maybe I got you the wrong coffee. I didn’t ask, but you always choose that one, so I just thought…”

Suna clicks his tongue.

“Nope.”

You huff a bit, staring at your hands in your lap. “Well… there was that baby at the park.”

You feel Suna’s eyes on you, but you’re suddenly too wary to meet them. He doesn’t tell you you’re wrong though, so you continue.

“And I said you can’t make an omelet.”

He laughs a bit again, and you know that wasn’t it either.

“Are you upset because I said that I didn’t think you could make a baby?” you ask, peeking up at him. “Rin, I��m borderline militant about taking my birth control. I obviously don’t think you’re impo—“

Rintarou tips his head up a little further, meeting your gaze. Caught in his stare, it’s suddenly like your words die before you can get them off the tip of your tongue. Slowly, he reaches out towards you, taking one of your fidgeting hands and holding it in his. His touch is warm now, in contrast to what it had been at the park. He lifts your hand up to his mouth.

Delicately, he kisses your fingertips. His lips brush against the digits, over your knuckles and up to your palms. He presses your hand to his cheek and looks at you with the most pitiful gaze. It makes your chest ache.

“I don’t like it when you say that,” he says reticently. And for all Rintarou’s height and weight and sheer breadth, he sounds so impossibly small.

“Say what?” you ask him, and your voice is quiet too. Vulnerable.

He leans his flushing cheek into your hand, holding it to his face and closing his eyes as he nuzzles into your touch.

“That you wouldn’t have my baby,” he whispers, “that you don’t want it.”

You resist the urge to pull away. It’s an instinct you can’t explain: a desire to keep him at a distance, to always laugh things off, to make a joke out of very real feelings.

“Because I do.”

You blink.

Suna opens his eyes and looks at you, and for the first time you see the very real, very not joking pain in his eyes.

“I want that with you.”

Your mouth is dry and you’re frozen. You stare at him, completely still, stunned by his sincere confession.

“What?” you manage to squeak out.

Rintarou closes his eyes again, breathing out a little sigh. He pulls your hand from his cheek, folding your fingers down so they’re hooked in a loose fist around his thumb. He brings your hand to his lips, not quite a kiss but close enough to call it that anyway.

“Not right now,” he murmurs into your knuckles, lips brushing against you as he speaks the words. “But someday.”

You’re still so shocked that you don’t know how to respond. He peers at you, hand still held to his lips, his eyes more resolved than they are wounded now.

“And I want you to want that. But I don’t know how to make you want it too.”

Your heartbeat thumps in your chest, resonant and palpable. Heat has crawled all the way up your face now, and you’re fairly certain your hand has gone clammy, but Rintatou passes no comment even if it has.

“Do you think you could?” he asks you quietly. Sheepishly. Earnestly. “Could you want that? With me?”

You pitch yourself forward suddenly, and Rintarou lets out a little grunt of surprise as the two of you topple back into the sofa. You hide your burning face in the crook of his neck, that smells like your body wash and shampoo but somehow so much better, clutching onto him like your life depends on it. Suna seems shocked for a moment as he finds himself flat on his back with your weight on top of him, and his body is stiff as he processes it. After a few beats of your too-loud, too-telling heart pass, he finally eases. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tightly to him.

“You’re so stupid,” you grumble, your eyes squeezing shut tightly.

“Yeah,” he agrees, and you can hear the smile in his voice. The genuine laughter that’s hiding just behind the words. He hugs you a little tighter. “Probably.”

You stay like that for a while, basking in the warmth of Rintarou’s body and the rhythm of his breath.

“You love me though,” he says quietly, “so that reflects pretty badly on you.”

You lift your head to meet his gaze, and find him barely holding in a laugh. You can’t help but laugh with him. Can’t help but enjoy your favourite sound.

Rintarou scoops you up in his arms again, tugging you into his lap. He presses featherlight kisses to the corner of your jaw, and you fiddle with his long, lithe fingers. He sighs, but this time the sound is at ease. His damp hair tickles your face as he rests his forehead against your temple, nosing at your cheek.

“Hey, Rin?” you murmur as you run your thumb over the space between his first and second knuckle on his ring finger. You think about the kid you saw at the park in the fluffy jacket, and the besotted parents trailing along behind it.

He answers you with a content, if not slightly curious, hum.

You turn your face towards him, and your noses brush. Rintarou’s lashes flutter as his gaze turns a little heavy-lidded. You can feel his breath on your lips, that’s how close he is. You inch forward until the space between you is almost completely gone.

And just before your lips meet, you smile.

“I do think we’ll make a cute baby.”

#suna x you #suna x reader #suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou x reader #suna #suna rintarou #hq fic #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

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revalition · 4 months ago

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OCT 5 - CONCEPTUALIZATION

Understand creativity. See Art in the world.

sorry so few drawings in today's (and the really lazy colouring job) I'm very tired and wanted to still get it out. I love love conceptualization!! I'll draw and colour you properly some day.

I drew him with legs in my banner (still a WIP, I need to colour it...) and I'm not sure what I like more... definitely don't ever expect tons of consistency from me haha

Alsoooo... I think I'm going to do mondays off instead of sundays so I don't split up the 4 groups across the break. and volition's realllly gonna need that extra day, I love that guy way too much

anyway! as usual tons of quotes and comments under the cut! conceptualization has sooo many amazing ones, it's too hard to limit it to 29 :(((

PALE PALE PALE

actually me the second I heard about the pale. I've spent a likely unhealthy amount of time contemplating it. I did a science project on the possible ways the Universe will eventually end when I was like 15 and only gotten worse since then, I live for this stuff. It fascinates me endlessly

ily conceptualization and volition. I had to suffer through the unbelievably embarrassing ordeal of the failed poetry the first time, when conceppy stopped it the second time I immediately fell in love.

NO why is turning him down an option??

this was so vivid and sad

the whole revacholian nationhood quest is so delusional... but conceptualization is going to embrace it anyway

art cop my beloved

of course he'd find it artistic... it's definitely a statement I suppose

much love for this, conceptualization comforted me into accepting the sorry cop, like... 30 minutes into my first run

don't be sorry honey I always want to hear your artsy thoughts

Yes this is the poetry fail again... this was actually incredibly painful. Also first day of my first run, walked out of the Whirling over to the lorries. So many moments of 'what did I doooo' over picking 1 INT...

Almost every fail ends up with the failing skill giving you really really bad advice, I love how this time conceptualization is just. desperately trying to stop you from continuing. and he can't!! it just gets *worse*!! I'm not including the rest of the poem, I don't want to even look at it. conceptualization ily for trying to stop the horrors...

hehe conceptualization hates improv

ough I love this one. referring to Le Retour.

un jour je serai de retour pres de toi...

actually me as soon as the hyperfixation stops

silver stars melted down...

ough I love the melancholy of a lot of conceptualization's comments.

this one especially. it's so simple, but deeply, deeply sad. the authors of this game were definitely no strangers to grief.

I love when the skills are silly

I love these, they just make my heart happy

mm... true

hehe

I gain a year of life every time anyone mentions harry's blue soul. ily conceptualization

that's it thanks to the evil screenshot limit :((( I hit it so fast too. I'm going to actually die on Volition day. Maybe I can just type the quotes instead of screenshotting them... there's no character limit hehe

running through conceptualization's other language names through google translate: unconventional, concept formation, abstraction

I like these. Most translate directly to conceptualization, but the ones that don't are always cool.

ough I love conceptualization a lot. I barely heard from him my first run, but maxed him out the second. Him and inland empire and shivers are my lovely poetic boys.

Volition trusting Conceptualization is also extremely!!! important to me. as far as I remember, conceptualization isn't identified as compromised either. He just wants art. Even tells you to "lay off that love stuff, if you can" at one point. I'm very fond of him.

#skilltober #de conceptualization #de skills #disco elysium #rev art

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dropthedemiurge · 6 months ago

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So I went to see the Korean version of Angels in America today, and Taevin was amazing, as expected!

I don't feel too good to leave a full review (seriously, going outside in 35 degrees heat should give me a sick leave for work) and it was only Part 1 (3 Acts) so I'll just talk about Taevin briefly, and if anyone's interested in hearing more, I can come up with another post comparing original and Korean versions later...

Anyway, LEE TAEVIN. I was so right to fall into him (the way he acts, but also I'm in love with his voice who knows why). He was very emotional, very bold, captured original Louis so well (and delivered such fast and complicated rants nicely xD) and also - yes, we had gay kiss and implied fucking on stage as well 👀 In Asian country, talking and showing AIDS stories - it felt very unusual but as an outsider to both cultures and histories, I don't have much ground to speak on.

Also of course, some wordplays were lost but some were added, but mostly the translation was sticking to the original almost perfectly (if only I was more fluent in Korean, I could tall about it even better but I'm really glad I watched the original play first so I knew the story and what they were supposed to say (huge thanks to @dragonsareawesome123 for providing me links!). But I could tell the difference where jokes in English were supposed to land and which comedic moments in Korean striked the best instead xD It was fun noticing. But the loudest laugh (twice at that) was during Louis x Guy hookup on street lol (yes I still can't believe I watched Taevin getting "fucked" on stage the guy really chooses the most queer and bold and interesting roles in the beginning of his acting career)

And there were slight changes in decorations and costumes, and I liked some things more than original, but some original moments got lost.

There are two actors for Prior and tbh I went to see the more popular one because everyone said he's been acting in dramas and other cast worked for me but... I didn't get enough tbh x) Like, Yoo Seungho was good and he was also emotional and delivered lines well - but I guess, I just didn't get the Sick Gay Drag Queen vibes as much as in the original xD I mean, man was so toned and had abs! But the actor himself is thin so it can't be helped Ig, Koreans aren't pale :D

Plus, he was supposed to be contrasting to Louis and Joe but he was less flamboyant so I guess that's the only flaw I can point out. I'll go watch second actor in the second part of the play to compare acting between Korean versions and not with western one, it's going to be interesting.

But still, Seungho himself did a good job with acting with his body and emotional delivery, I'm merely comparing to the original play. He was also very sweet when he came out to the fans after the play ^^

Anyway, the rest of the cast was great as well, the explicity from original - in both language and portrayed things - stayed there and only details ended up more smoothed iut (more Asian style?)

The Art hall was almost full on Sunday, which I was surprised to see for such story, and I saw a lot of couples and people in their 30-40s and nobody left mid-break which to me is a good sign xD

That was a nice experience, it was my first time seeing or knowing about Angels in America too, I'm definitely gonna go for Part 2 because that's where the most of the fun is :D

Tagging @doyou000me @non-binarypal7 who were interested in my review (if you watched the original, I can share more about the actual lines and moments xD)

#theatre #angels in america #korea #lee taevin #yoo seungho #kbl #lgbt #stage play

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sniigura-archive · 6 months ago

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Adam x Reader x Mammon AU where Reader's a stripper, Mammon's the boss of the club she works at, and Adam's the head of the church near the club that's trying to get it shut down. Reader being this nobody who's able to get these two (2) powerful men to do just about whatever she wants cuz her pussy's Just That Good.

She's Mammon's favorite so she's the only one of the club's performers that he listens to when it comes to getting raises/paid breaks, complaints about harassment from customers, etc., so Reader uses his interest in her to look out for her coworkers;

R: Oh, I'm not sure if I can have sex rn, i'm just too upset about how Bernadette won't be able to visit her family this weekend cuz she has to work overtime :(

M: Fine I'll give her the weekend off are you gonna suck my dick now or what

Adam and his church trying to boycott the club and causing problems for business so Reader goes to "talk to him" and now the club no longer has to worry about the church anymore. When members of the church ask Adam why they stopped boycotting he's bullshits something like "God told me we should show mercy to sex workers, just as Jesus showed mercy to Mary Magdalene (a former prostitute)". What really happened was that Reader gave Adam some A+ snu snu and threatened to never let him have sex with her again unless his church stopped boycotting the club.

Mammon goes to visit Adam shortly after cuz he can't believe that Reader managed to convince him to leave the club alone (cuz she's "just a girl" after all). Reader expects the worst, but then the two end up becoming instant besties and make a deal to have their services coexist in peace. Mammon def takes credit for "saving" the club and Reader's just looking at him like "sure jan B/".

HAUQJJAWH ANON!!!!!!!!! I THINK YOU SHOULD BE WRITING FANFIC INSTEAD OF ME!!!

god the way i was like trying to figure out how to do adam x reader x mammon and here you are. dropping this into my inbox. i’m in love with you

like!!! imagine the neighbourhood is going through some crazy gentrification. everything is changing, it gets more expensive and conservative?? hello?? what happened to the shit hole you grew up in?

you’re basically mammons cash cow. you’re the star of the club. he’s always torn between „get out there and bring some goddamn cash in“ and „nobody else should get to look at you besides me“ it’s very annoying with him. to cope he has to bend you over his desk to calm his raging possessiveness

at least you use your power over mammon for good. the girls love you and you’re all basically sisters. one girl comes to him crying because some guy groped her and he’s like „well did you at least charge him extra for that 🤨“ but when you come to him because someone called you a whore the guy can never show his face again in mammons block

ADAM!!!i just imagine him and the church protesting in front of the club and you’re just done with them already. they’re scaring off customers, especially since they live stream the whole thing!!!! most of your visitors are married men ofc they don’t show their face as long as they’re out there 😭 and man they are persistent

mammon is also losing his mind because he’s losing money. he’s also too cheap and stubborn to change club location

all these petitions and the pressure the church puts on the major is just stressful. so you decide to go over there, to talk. and oh boy did you both talk!! through gasps and moans

adam immediately develops a complex where he wants to „“safe““ reader. turn her into his perfect little housewife who stays home with their brats and goes to church every sunday. very confused when reader is actually okay with her life

reader in this i think would be rather smart with her money. like she’s into the stock market and buys property and invests in businesses. mammon and adam not realising that reader is better off than both of them 😭

LMAOO mammon taking all the credit 😭😭

i can’t even begin to imagine their reaction when they realise you’re doing both of them behind their backs. well it’s not like you’re in a committed relationship with either of them (they just thought it was implied smh 🙄)

need to be pressed inbetween both their huge bodies

#ask #adam.thoughts #mammon.thoughts

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nanaarchy · 4 months ago

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Any ETA on when you'll post your Invisobang fic? (This isn't me trying to hurry you I am genuinely just curious so I know when to look for it)

HEY GUYS!!

first off I just wanted to say i am so so happy to see the excitement for this fic??? like its so crazy to me to see so so so many people hyped for it sbgkhskshgs i hope i deliver something good :") i think it's not gonna be what people expect it to be, it's a combination of factors that I haven't seen anywhere on ao3, so im excited to see reactions lol. im still happy so many of yall wanna read it,, soobbign... cyring....

during the IB months I wrote 6 out of 8 chapters, abt 3k words each? is that a solid amount of words per chapter? no clue tbh. plus I had to rewrite a bunch, oops. I really am Not a fast writer

and so much has been happening irl, ive been hella busy :( honestly i was very much hit with the ao3 author curse lmao

and thus, many delays. but I am currently finishing the last two chapters, and once I finish this one i'll start posting!!

soooo, ETA?

Sunday the 15th!!

or maybe monday the 16th. my posting deadline is this weekend so i wanna start sharing things already ^^ and i'll prooobably post a chapter every two days >:) yippee

shout out to @zillychu (here!) and @they-bite (here!) for making the art for this fic. theyre absolute angels, incredible jaw-dropping awe-inspiring breath-taking artists <3333 GO GO GO LOOK AT THEIR ART PIECES !!! thank you both for being so so patient with how long this fic is taking. YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTE SWEETHEARTS!! you were both so supportive with everything, your excitement really fueled me to keep going with this wild fic, and i am so so so grateful for having been paired with two of my absolute favorite phandom artists. the stars really aligned to put me on a team with the kindest most skilled more ingenious artists i've seen around these parts, two artists that chose to make art for my silly little goofy fic, and i am beyond thankful. yall are gems <3

thank you guys for being so patient as well!!! <3

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bridgetoesoteria · 1 year ago

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💓Sunday Special: What lessons are your ancestors tired of you repeating?

In the spirit of Sunday, I wanted to post something that digs deep. What lesson(s) do they see you constantly repeating? Why does it matter? How can you move past it?

This reading is open to anyone who believes in some kind of guiding higher power, you needn't resonate with the term "ancestors." I'll be using terms interchangeably throughout.

As always, piles are left to right and I hope it resonates 😙

~ K

No TL;DRs with this post. Sorry not sorry 💋

Pile 1

Spread: 6 of Swords, The Lovers, King of Wands, Justice. Bottom of deck is The Star.

So this will be your main spread. It is about the lesson they see you repeating the most. When I started shuffling I heard "naive/naivete." I also heard, "you can't heal in the place that you are broken." I don't know if that's exactly how the phrase goes, but the gist is that you can't expect to get better in the same place that is harming you.

Coming back to your spread, for many of you this is pretty cut and clear. You are back and forth with someone. You could be in a constant "healing cycle" because of this person or situation. For some of you this person could be your dad. Maybe you would like to build a healthy relationship with them but it never works out. For others, I think this is some kind of romantic situation.

I've never seen the lovers card in this way but I'm noticing how much smaller the girl looks than the guy. Some of you could deal with toxic men who are older than you or controlling. **TW: Abuse** I clarified and it seems like some of you could be in an abusive situation which could explain the cyclical nature I was picking up on.

Whatever it is clearly breaks you down. You may want to end whatever this is but you don't know if you can trust your intuition and that you will be okay.

To be very clear, I do not believe in any kind of victim blaming. I wasn't expecting this message. So I don't mean "lesson," as way to imply you are doing it to yourself. In this pile its more like what concerning cycle are you repeating.

Why does it matter

I'm using this relationship question deck I bought online. Its not made with the purposes of tarot. The two cards on the left came out together which I think is meaningful.

It matters that you break this cycle because it is important that you build trust in yourself and your spirituality. Whatever higher power(s) you believe in, do you believe they can take you through anything? Do you believe that you will be supported if you take step in the direction you feel guided? This repeating scenario is similar to picking at a scab or poking at a wound. It is hurting you in the same place again and again, so you can never fully heal. For some of you, you may have kids that are watching you repeat this cycle.

Besides that I am finding it hard to pick up on anything else. So I think you are supposed to look over the cards and do some soul searching. It will probably have a different message for everyone.

How can you move past it

Power and Intention (Oracle) + Ease and Grace (Oracle)

I do think its worth noting that Guardian Angel is a the bottom of the deck. More than anything, I am getting to trust your angels (or guides, ancestors... you know what I mean). They don't want you to rush the process or to look to far ahead. Take everything step by step and remain grounded. Reach out to on your spirit team and trust the guidance you receive. Rely on any strong friends you have around you.

For some I am getting a male family member. This person could be older you and pretty serious, but their eyes hold a lot of emotion. Deep down they want to see you do better and will step up if you call on them. This could also be friend or someone that has passed.

Incorporating yoga, meditation, or other forms of mindfulness can help you navigate this situation. It can also help you get clear about your intentions.

Pile 2

Spread: 5 of Cups, Page of Swords, 2 of Pentacles, Ace of Swords. Bottom of deck is The Sun.

In some way, you could be ignoring the truth. Maybe you found out someone lied and you are very disappointed about that. Also, this might not be the first time you have been let down. I usually see the page of swords as a defensive card but usually this energy builds up over time. Like a bunch of small stuff just add up to the point where you are "always ready," with a certain person. So yeah...if you think/know someone is full of shit...they are.

The repeating lesson could very well be you continuing to forgive someone who insists on being a duplicitous ass. For many of you, it could be to the point where you are turning on yourself internally. Not sure what to think or do. I think you do what things to get better but you don't want to get burned.

Why does it matter

I'm using a non tarot, relationship deck for this question.

I see a message I was receiving earlier in these cards. I got a feeling that a few of you could want to study or pursue a career outside of what your family has deemed suitable or worthwhile. There could be certain expectations you are expected to live up to but I don't think you really want to. You are becoming more of a free spirit.

I'm not saying too much for this section in any of the piles. I feel like the messages will all be deeply personal and unique. So just reflect on the cards and see what revelations they hold for you.

How can you move past it

Compassion (Oracle) + Courage and Bravery (Oracle)

Just from looking at the cards I get an energy of bravery. I feel like you are being encouraged to step out on your own. You could resonate with Joan of Arc or the movie Brave. You could know that you have creative energy. So take that empress energy to plan and manifest your dreams.

Some of you need to turn that decadent, abundant energy inward and nurture yourself. For most of you, I think this card is asking you to extend compassion to yourself. It is asking you to find your joy and reasons to be happy in spite of the actions of others.

Your spirit team is asking you to call in reinforcements. They want you to know you don't have to go it alone. Not this time. Allow yourself to have human emotions about the reality of your situation. Don't judge yourself for whatever comes up. Some of you may feel guided to a "cut and clear" or some other kind of releasing/cleansing ritual. Your angels are with you right now. Some of you may want to be more honest and this card supports you speaking the truth.

Pile 3

Spread: 7 of Swords, The Star, The World, 10 of Pentacles. Bottom of deck is 2 of Wands.

So I was hearing "yikes on bikes," before I even drew the first card. Then I got the 7 of swords so yeahh... I am getting that most of you are the villain in this story. No judgement from me. We are just here to discuss the lesson your ancestors have watched you repeat too many times (for their liking anyway).

Some of you could be a little toxic. Maybe you are wishy-washy, up and down with your emotions, and a bit sneaky. I do think some people may have more than one person they are dealing with. You could be prone to emotional outbursts and possessiveness. This may or may not have been recommended to you yet, but you may want to consider speaking to a medical professional about this.

If it isn't you that is back and forth between two people, then you could be on the flipside. You could be on of two people that a particular person is dealing with.

However this resonates, I do think you have opportunities to get out of this but you don't act on them. You could even be making yourself "blind" to them because you are holding out hope.

Why does it matter

These cards are not tarot cards. They are from a relationship question deck I bought online. Please take some time to reflect on them. I believe they hold a unique message for everyone.

So the key to breaking this cycle may lie in your childhood. Maybe you were raised in a controlling or stifling atmosphere. This may make it hard for you to transition to being a full-blown "adult." Deep down you may not acknowledge how much you crave to feel totally uninhibited and it can lead to you being impulsive and somewhat emotionally immature.

Fret not, we do not need to be held back by our childhoods. Just because you are an adult does not mean you have to "get over it" or "grow up." There are plenty of ways to be lighthearted or expressive without upending your life.

There could be a specific support group that you would benefit from.

How can you move past it

Do The Work (Oracle) + Intuition and Downloads (Oracle)

I am using The Angel Guide Oracle for this question.

I think many of you know what needs to be done. You may also have people making recommendations to you. Do The Work makes it clear that there is some serious work that needs to be done to complete this lesson. You may feel tempted to escape this work because it feels challenging but you are being encourages to stick it out.

(Some of you could be struggling with substance abuse or another form of addiction. So this is kind of a mini intervention with your spirit team).

Intuition and Downloads speaks of receiving intuitive messages from your guides. For some of you it could come through in your dreams. You are really being urged to trust the "psychic insights" you are receiving. Trust that you are being led to healing and the best possible outcome.

#hoodoo #spiritual awakening #spirituality #tarot community #pick a card #intuitive readings #tarot #oracle reading #oracle cards #spiritual community #pick a card reading #ancestor work

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sophieinwonderland · 1 year ago

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r/FakeDisorderCringe doesn't know what biblical canon is, atheists are offended by saying God is plural, and other people casually throwing out some blasphemies and ableism!

👎

For uncreative title.

Atheists Pretending To Be Deeply Offended...

So, let me guess, you're not actually Christian are you?

Those guys sure aren't.

So weird how people pretend to be offended over a religion they aren't even a part of.

(Let's be real though, that's most of the tulpa discourse.)

Oh... you considered converting.

That clearly gives you a say in this conversation. /s

Meanwhile, my host actually lived the religion. He was Christian through his teenage years, and as a child helped his mom teach Sunday School and went to sleep every night on a Noah's Ark pillow.

Sorry, I distracted from your point. We're thieves stealing from a religion. 🙄

Okay, let's talk "canon!"

I just... I LOVE this whole conversation! 🤣

THIS is actual cringe.

Does anyone see the issue here?

I'll let u/AdSuccessful3533 spell it out. Possibly the only person with sense in the thread.

It's not just Catholic Canon either, but Biblical Canon! Like, there's a whole Wikipedia article on it!

The sheer self-righteous ignorance of r/Fakerdisordercringe (and r/systemscringe) never ceases to amaze me.

All of these people so bent out of shape over the use of "canon" to describe biblical text as if that's not been in use for hundreds of years!

"Something a middle schooler would say."

The Heresies!

That's correct. This is NOT the modalism heresy.

Modalism suggests God is a single unified being who reveals himself in different forms. God being plural would mean that God is three beings in one. This is completely in-line with the views of Trinitarianism.

An example of the modalism heresy would be more like this...

Comparing God to Optimus Prime, arguing that they're just different forms like Optimus Prime in a truck form vs him in a robot form, is modalism.

But if modalism isn't enough, we've got some tritheism too!

Besides the tritheism... it's really hard to take people who are calling tulpas appropriative seriously when they don't even know basic facts about the most popular religion in the world.

Also, the part about System not being a term for a person with DID is technically correct. System is, rather, the term used for the total collection of all the alters. But it is very much a term used by psychologists and it's accurate to refer to the Trinity as a system in this way.

Also, if the Tritheism bothers you, don't worry! We're going to go right back to modalism.

The H2O metaphor is controversial for the same reason as comparing God to Optimus Prime. It suggests God is simply changing form to become these different things.

Miscellaneous

Can you show me that rabbit hole?

I'm the one who Tweeted that, and have NEVER been on the OSDD sub.

Who do you think I am?

No... it definitely doesn't sound right. Religion shouldn't just be a thing for neurotypicals.

If one believes in God, then surely God made all people, including those of us who have mental illnesses. Why should Christianity and biblical references be kept away from people with mental illness other than ableism?

I mean, if by in peace, you mean without endogenic systems, then no. You can't.

We're here and we aren't going away. Ever.

And we exist in all spaces, including in your churches and your religious communities. And Christian systems shouldn't be expected to hide who they are because our existence bothers bigots like you.

We're going to share this world, and we're going to share spaces. And that includes churches and religious spaces too. Deal with it. 🤷‍♀️

Acknowledgements:

I would like to thank everyone at r/fakedisordercringe for giving me the free material. For a subreddit that's designed to laugh at people for supposed "cringe," you all sure are a goldmine for it! 😜

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SO... I had an idea at random while just doing my normal routine, and the old man fucker in me smiled in glee. The folks of the Astral Express lavishing plenty of attention and love on a pregnant Welt as they all worship his pregnant body, cooing over just how sexy he is as his body changes to accommodate his pregnancy, fucking him gently and making him feel like the sexy old man he is.

Welt just ends up a mess once everyone is done with him, but just lets everyone cuddle him as they continue to worship him as they should. >3c

*insert that meme of the guy slamming his credit card down* I'LL TAKE 20 ORDERS OF THIS!! ploy Astral Express...Plus Sunday because I guess he's there now (I know this was sent in before that patch, but hear me out on the Sunday x Welt-) TW: very, very brief mention of abortion

It had started out normal enough. The announcement had taken everyone by surprise, and Welt would be lying if he said that this moment hadn't been on of his most shameful. A man, of his age no less, announcing a pregnancy? What had he been thinking-

He expected a few sympathetic smiles, a rational discussion about how abortion would be the best option, after all, they weren't exactly a normal 'family' and he wasn't even sure who the other parent actually was-

But no, Caelus all but jumped into his arms, with March on his heels and Himeko right behind. Pulling him into a suffocating hug, shouting their joy and squealing with delight. Dan Heng stood back a bit, but even the stoic young man had a pleased, contented smile on his face.

All thoughts about a possible abortion had been thrown to the wind. Everyone was so happy, so excited about the prospect of a little one running around the express- No, he could never take that from them, and honestly, he had never wanted anything more than this, a family.

The first trimester hadn't particularly changed much. Himeko brought him herbal teas to keep his stomach settled, and on the occasions, he did find himself bent over the toilet, someone was right behind him, rubbing his back and passing him a bottle of water.

PomPom had taken over in the kitchen, chasing March and Caelus out, committing to providing only the most delicious and nutritious meals for their newest, growing member. "Guardian PomPom" they started to call the conductor.

It wasn't until around the fourth month, Welt noticed the shift.

One morning he was fussing in the mirror, annoyed that his pants were refusing to button all the way, when he'd caught Himeko watching. At first, he hadn't paid her much mind, but when Dan Heng had joined her, sharp eyes trained on him with all the intensity of a hungry beast, Welt finally relented.

"What seems to be the issue?"

Himeko glides closer, lips twitching into a playful smile as one hand gracefully fell over the every so slight bump forming under his navel.

"You're starting to show."

Logically he knew, understood, and was perfectly at peace with the change, but the moment the words left her delicate, pink lips, Welt felt his heart rate skyrocket.

Dang Heng slides up behind him next, pressing a hand under Himeko's.

The young man doesn't say a word, but the glint in his eye was dangerous, hungry.

~~~

Sunday had joined them around seven months into Welt's pregnancy. There was something about the Halovian that kept his interest. The way he kept lingering in the same parlor car as Welt, always standing a bit closer than he needed too, eyes clinging a few seconds too long.

It lacked the hunger Dan Heng showed, or the raw adoration March and Himeko displayed, but there was something.

"You can ask me anything you like." Welt finally broke the silence. It was driving him a bit mad, the way Sunday was hovering just out of view, but still near enough that he could feel his presence.

The Halovian starts, spluttering out an apology before going quiet once more.

"Go on," Welt presses, putting his book aside, "I know something is on your mind."

The wings close to his face flutter, one coming to hide his face partially.

Shy.

A stark contrast to the self-assured egomaniac Welt had known him to be.

"I do not want to be...rude."

"I think we've long past 'rude', Sunday." just that little issue of nearly being killed is all.

Sunday clears his throat, eyes darting around to make sure no one else was in the parlor car to hear him before speaking, just above a whisper,

"What...does it feel like?"

Raising an eyebrow, Welt tilts his head.

"What does, what feel like?"

Chewing his lip nervously, Sunday makes a small gesture at Welt.

"Ah...you mean pregnancy?" the wings close to his face flap a bit too hard, nearly slapping the young man in the mouth.

"Are you not familiar with it?"

"Halovian's reproduce via eggs, not live birth. It isn't something me and Robin were ever...it wasn't important, so we were not given proper education on how... humans carry young." he trips over every word, rambling too fast, cheeks burning hot as he failed to form a single cohesive thought.

"Sunday, come here." Welt pats the spot on the sofa next to him, and Sunday goes to sit, swift and robotic in his movements.

Without warning, Welt takes the young man's hand and presses it against the heavy swell of his middle. Sunday goes stiff, eyes wide, a startled gasp leaving his lips.

"That's-"

"The baby."

"Y-you can feel it? So clearly?" there's a mixture of fascination and raw repulsion written on his face, but he never attempted to remove his hand from Welt's grip.

"Yes. It will get stronger over the next few weeks as well."

Sunday's face was glowing brighter than the sun, one leg suspiciously lifting up and crossing over the other in a hurry.

~~~

"Shit-" Dan Heng's voice grew high and tight, powerful fingers gripping Welt's thighs as he rutted his hips. Thick cock pumping in and out of Welt in hurried, needed thrusts, cum and lube squelching obscenely.

"Easy sweet one." Himeko brushed the hair from Welt's glazed-over eyes, two fingers in his mouth, allowing him to lazily suck the digits as Dan Heng rutted away, "You're taking him so well...are you feeling full?" she teases, brushing her thumb against his jaw.

Welt mumbles something around her fingers, groaning when she pulls them free.

"What was that?"

"I can...take more." swallowing thickly, Welt rests a hand on his belly.

"Greedy boy," Himeko smiles, "So full, stuffed with child and seed. Yet...you still want more." her eyes glance across the room. Caelus was tapped out, half asleep next to an already worn out March. Her strap was still half on, sleep doing its best to drag her under while Caelus ran his fingers through her hair.

Dan Heng had the most stamina out of all of them, that centuries-old dragon-fueled instinct driving him mad with possessive need. Even so, after four rounds he was starting to waver, cumming dry and still forcing himself to fuck Welt's sloshing, loose hole.

"Sunday?" Himeko's voice was light, sing-song, almost bird-like as she called the Halovian's name. He jolted, face red, cock straining so hard against his trousers a wet spot had formed in the front.

"Why don't you go next?" delight, horror, need, fear, lust- every emotion Sunday tried so damn hard to repress flashed across his face in one momentary burst.

"I've never-"

"There's always a first for everything," she laughs, "But only if you want."

For a second, Welt half expects Sunday to flee the room, but he's stripping from his clothing as Dan Heng came one final time, crying out in irritation and pain as his cock twitched and jumped but failed to produce anything.

"Darling, take a rest," Himeko orders gently, "You can't breed him any more than he already is now."

Dan Heng growls, his brain more dragon and human at the moment. Though, even in such a state, he recognizes Himeko as their leader, and reluctantly remove himself from Welt.

Shifting to crawl beside of the other two, spent crew members, Dan Heng's eyes don't leave Sunday as he steps closer.

"You can be rough with him," she smiles, "He enjoys it. Just be sure to tell him what a good job he's doing, alright?" she slips her fingers back inside of Welt's mouth, giggling as he moans around her.

A steady stream of cum was leaking from Welt, the sheer filthiness of it all should have been enough to drive Sunday away in disgust. Instead, he finds his cock twitching, a heat burning in his gut as a nagging voice in the back of his brain whispers, 'sinner.'

Before he can rationalize the situation, Sunday finds himself buried balls deep inside of the pregnant man. His trembling hands are all over Welt's heavy, round belly, hips stuttering with inexperience and excitement.

"Doesn't he look beautiful?" Caelus hums, eyes half closed as Dan Hang stroked his cock.

"Yes-" Sunday's voice cracks, "Very...I don't think I've ever seen something-someone, so...perfect." he gently presses his hands to the taunt skin, a sharp pain of undiluted pleasure shooting through his guts as he feels the child roll and kick under his palms.

"So full of life...ripe with the fruit of your love-" March snorts and Caelus rolls his eyes,

"We gotta work on your dirty talk."

Too lost in pleasure to even glare, Sunday babbles on,

"I can't...so...perfect. I wish I'd been here sooner- seen more-"

"You'll be there front and center for the next one~" Himeko grins and Welt languishes a heavy moan, his cock twitching.

In the future, Sunday would deny his actions to the grave, but in the moment, without a single thought inside his head, he leans down. Running his tongue in a stripe over Welt's quivering belly, teeth sinking into the tender bud of his navel.

Welt shouts around Himeko's fingers, cum spilling from his cock in thick ropes, his back arching off the bed as his eyes rolled back, stars filling his vision.

"My, my~ You made him cum~ That isn't easy to do~" Himeko hums, pressing a tender kiss to Welt's forehead.

"Hopefully," Caelus sighs, rolling his shoulder, "The next time it's twins."

#mpreg #mpreg kink #honkai star rail #welt yang

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heartlessaries · 8 months ago

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𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭! ➪ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐮

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 | "𝐡𝐢"

luna martinez

"first day of senior year starts tomorrow at a new school. how do you feel?" gabby, my older sister said as we were both laying in my bed being lazy. it was sunday. i was starting a new school in spain. we moved to barcelona, where my brother wanted to start his futbol career.

he was lucky enough to be able to get signed. i guess those hard college days finally were worth it. he prayed for this day to come, and it worked off. i was proud of him, expect the whole family moved to spain for him.

"pretty nervous. i mean, i'm glad we managed to bring hayden with us, because she's my bestfriend, and we can be new kids together but damn is my spanish terrible." i smiled as i looked at her, putting my hair behind my ears. hayden was taking a shower.

"okay but like they don't just speak spanish. they're also teaching english, most speak english, and some mainly spanish."

"yes, i know. but we are mexican. we speak mexico spanish and they speak spain spanish. and hayden's white, she's going to have a hard time" i said as i laughed. we watched hayden get out of the bathroom.

"hey, i might be white but i got some sort of spanish in me" me and gabby looked at her laughing.

"gabby!" we heard my mom shout from downstairs, i looked at her while grabbing my phone off the bedside. hayden put her dirty clothes in her laundry basket. we were sharing a room for the time being.

"i'll be right back" she said as she got up and went to the door.

"isn't it weird that we're in a different country?" hayden said as i looked up from my phone at her. she opened the window and we heard people. we lived in a neighborhood that was pretty close to the city.

we had gotten a decent house. pretty cheap compared to the us. it was a two story house that had 8 rooms. 3 downstairs and 5 upstairs. dad wanted a huge house in case any family members wanted to come down.

"it does, but sometimes new beginnings are good" i said smiling at her. she nodded her head as she closed the window.

hayden moved in with us this year because her family kicked her out. she lived in a very christian household. they were super strict on hayden and hayden didn't like it so she started sneaking out and going to parties and had sex...more than once.

once her parents found out. she was kicked out, luckily though, when my parents found out. they quickly took her in. my parents loved hayden. so now she moved with us to a whole new country.

"i wonder if the guys here are hot. i bet they have sexy accents" hayden said and i scoffed looking away from her.

"you and your boy obsession." i said and we heard my name being shouted. i looked at her. she was smiling.

"why are you smiling? weirdo, come on," i said and she brushed her hair quickly. following me down the stairs.

"yes?" i said smiling. mom and dad were waiting down the stairs. dad was holding a little box. i was confused.

"here. for you, since you are a senior" mom said as dad handed me the little box.

"awh, you guys didn't have to get me anything." i said as i opened the box expecting a necklace. it wasn't a necklace. it was a mercedes car key.

"no, you guys didn't." i said as i opened the front door. i always wanted a mercedes. i walked outside and see chris and gabby standing right by the white mercedes.

"shut up, no. that's not mine.. is it?" i asked as chris and gabby were looking at me, laughing.

"yes! it is your car" gabby said as she came and gave me a big hug. chris joined in too. i unlocked the car, and got inside.

"it smells like new car. stop, i'm so happy right now" i said as i got up, and closed the door. going to hug my parents.

"i don't know why i'm crying" hayden said and we all laughed at her. we took pictures, enjoying the new car.

"let's go for a drive. see if the car suits you" chris said and i smirked at him and looked at my parents.

"you guys better be careful, we still don't know this place very well. get us some dinner" dad said and we all got into the car. chris was in the passenger seat, hayden and gabby in the back.

we drove around spain trying to figure out the roads, and where our school was. it was huge, i could already feel myself throwing up.

"alright, that's enough looking." i said as we drove away. i was nervous about starting a new school, i mean who wouldn't be?

"you nervous?" chris said and i nodded my head. staring at the road. luckily we already knew our way back home but i wasn't going to drive home yet.

"a little bit. you know i have a hard time meeting new people" i said as i cleared my throat, looking at him as we were at a red light.

"about that, there's two guys on my soccer team that are actually in your grade. i told him about you starting school, and he said that he'll be your friend.." chris said as i looked at him.

"chris! why would you do that!" i shouted at him as the light turned green. i quickly turned to a fast food place.

"what? i wanted someone to make you feel welcomed! plus, he told me he also didn't have much friends"

"he's a soccer player! of course he's going to have friends" gabby shouted and i nodded my head as i parked the car.

"maybe even be popular!" hayden also shouted and i nodded my head more aggressively.

"guys, at least you guys are going to have someone to look forward to tomorrow!" chris said yelling as he put his arms up in the air.

"oh my god, chris. what are their names?" i said as i unbuckled myself, and turned off the car.

"marc guiu and hector fort"

"their names even sound popular!" gabby shouted and we all laughed. we got out of the car and went inside the place. already worried about school tomorrow.

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"hayden, turn off your alarm!" i shouted at her, as i smack her. she groaned as she grabbed her phone. hayden loved waking up early to make everyone breakfast.

"it's 5 in the morning" she said and i covered myself with the blanket. i heard her get out of bed.

"i'm getting up at 6, i don't know why you even bother waking up early" i said back to her.

"don't worry, i'm only staying with you for the first week. soon you'll have your own room again" she said as i heard her go to the bathroom.

"thank god" i whispered to myself falling back asleep.

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"again?!" i said as i heard my alarm go off. i felt like i only slept for 5 minutes since hayden woke me up. i groaned as i got up from my bed. i turned off my alarm and walked to the bathroom.

i used the bathroom, and then brushed my teeth. i turned on my straightener. i brushed my hair. i walked to my closet and see my clothes.

"jeans or cargos?" i said staring at my pants hanging up. i went to my phone and turned on music to wake up a little more because i would've just stared at my pants if i could.

as you are by the weeknd started playing and it woke me up more as i sang along. i decided on jean cargo pants because they were my favorite pants at the moment and were cute. plus, why not wear jeans that are cargos?

i laid them flat on my bed as i looked for a shirt to pair them up with. i grabbed a white long sleeve tight fitted shirt. i laid it flat on my bed above the jean cargos.

"yup, this is the fit" i said as i looked at my shoes as i looked back and forth at the clothes on the bed. i went with the panda retro jordan's 1s. i grabbed white nike socks.

i started to put on my socks and soon taking off my shorts and grabbing my cargos as i put them on. i put on my long sleeve pushing it down so i don't get dress coded and then buttoning my cargos.

"do they have a dress code here?" i asked myself as i grabbed my shoes putting them on and then having my cargos cover them. i got up as i looked at myself in my body mirror.

"who knows but this outfit was cuter in my head" i said as i went to the bathroom straightening my hair, fixing it, making it look more straight. brushing it once i was done. unplugging the straightener once i was done.

i turned off the straightener, walking back out to my vanity sitting down. i grabbed lashes putting them on and then my gloss. i put on my favorite silver jewelry along with my silver necklace with my name on it. i get up putting on perfume.

"okay, since i don't know anyone here, i can post myself without feeling embarrassed because it's a school day." i said as i laughed at myself. i grabbed my phone taking a mirror selfie. i put the time stamp and location. i posted it on my story.

i answered back my snaps, which was only like 20 people from texas. i snapped them back and went downstairs. i checked the time and it was barely 7:20, school here started at 8.

weird time, but it was a lot better than my school over in texas. they made us come to school at like 7:15. like excuse me. i was late everyday.

"good morning!" i heard hayden said and i saw my mom right by her smiling. she loved having hayden around because cooking went a lot faster. hayden was basically her third daughter.

"good morning, what did you guys make?" i smiled as i sat at the island. i watched as mom handed me a glass of orange juice. i took a sip.

"we made your favorite, waffles!" hayden said as she put a plate in front of me, there was a side of cut up strawberry. i smiled.

"the best" i said as i began to eat my food. i watched tiktok as i had nothing else to do. i looked up and saw a sleepy gabby.

"is it almost time for you guys to leave?" she asked and i looked at the time on my phone. i nodded my head, no.

"we have like 15 minutes left" i said and she nodded her head, yawning. hayden and i had to leave at 7:45 so we can go by the office and pick up our schedule.

"okay, i'm going to wake up chris. you guys better be outside so we can take pictures" gabby said as she walked off and i looked at mom who nodded her head agreeing.

"okay, look we're outside. come on, we have ten minutes" i said and they started to take pictures. they took pictures of us together, by ourselves with my siblings, without hayden. everything.

"okay, okay. let them go!" mom said as chris was holding on to me and gabby onto hayden. we laughed.

"bye kiddos!"

"bye moon! bye hayden!"

"bye girlies!"

we heard all different responses. dad had started a new job today and had to get to work early so they can train him. we had said our 'good lucks' last night to each other.

we had made it to the school as it was a 5 minute drive from my house. i parked, turning off the car. i looked over at hayden. she had the biggest smile on her face and it made me smile.

"you excited?"

"hell yes, i am. a new start, new people, this is going to be amazing." she said as she got out and i smiled at her. i was nervous but i knew i had to keep my cool with hayden.

she was the social one, but she was also the easily sensitive one too. i was very antisocial, but i knew never to let people get to me. but starting today i had to be social.

"let's go" i said as we walked to the building. it was easy but also hard reading the spanish words everywhere.

"hola" i said as we walked into the office. there was a lady that looked to be in her early thirties at the table smiling.

"hola! you two are the new students? don't worry, we speak english here! but the students love to speak spanish. most do speak english in your class though! seniors?" she said and i smiled nodding my head. hayden was looking around the office.

"luna martinez and hayden hart?" she asked as she went through her papers on the table.

"yes!" i said and she looked at the papers.

"so, most of these are since you guys were the top of your class from where you guys came from. you guys are also pretty close to top here, also since being american, you guys get privileges. you guys have all your classes together, expect one. hayden, we would like you to take a spanish class so you can learn spanish"

"oh, okay! that's fine" she said and i cleared my throat. hayden looked at me, shrugging her shoulders.

"you guys will be in the building together, if that's what your worried about luna"

"no..yes, it's just i'm her only ride and i was worried you guys would keep her after school or something"

"no, no, no! not at all. that is hayden's last period, i was looking at your schedule and you were an aid for last period, and you also enjoyed doing yearbook right?"

"yes, i was, and i did."

"your last period is a photography class. we noticed you had a business of photography, and we would love if you joined that class. no pressure" she said and i smiled. i love everything about photography, so it was a no brainer.

"i would love to take that class" i smiled and she smiled back. she secretly celebrated as she air clapped. the bell rang, and we saw two young men come into the office. they were a whole foot taller than me and hayden.

the tallest one had light brown hair almost blonde it was sorta in a mullet. i'm not one to like mullets but for him, yes. he also had the prettiest brown eyes. he had his head held high and he made direct eye contact with me. he had on light blue jeans that were baggy, and a grey hoodie on top with a white shirt under, you could see the shirt sticking out, paired with white oreo jordan's 4s. he has a silver tennis bracelet on his left wrist, and a apple watch on his other. he was wearing a sliver necklace with a pendant on it and a chain that was a shorter length. he also had his ears pierced. he was so hot. i couldn't help but stare at him. he was making me sorta nervous, so i looked away to the guy behind him.

the one behind him was a inch shorter than him. he had black curly hair and a very sharp jawline. he also had dark brown eyes, and was wearing black cargo pants and a black hoodie on top. he had a watch on his left wrist, and a diamond bracelet on the other. he had a chain hanging from his hoodie. i just knew hayden would definitely like him. she always had a thing for guys with curly hair.

"marc! hector! you guys are just in time. these are the new students, luna and hayden. marc and hector are going to be your tour guides today. they actually asked if they can be your guides. very nice gentlemen." she said and i smiled at her. they both had the sweetest smile on their faces. they were the guys, chris told us about...and asked them if they could make us feel welcomed. stupid chris.

"hi" pretty boy with brown eyes said. he had his hand out. i took it, shaking it.

"hi" i smiled, his smile grew bigger once he saw mine. he seemed very strong just by shaking his hand. i felt like he didn't want to let go.

"i'm luna," i blurted out because i began to get nervous. he kept smiling. i just knew, he knew i was getting nervous.

"i'm marc" he said. i looked at hayden who also had the biggest smile on her face. marc was the one i wanted.

"this is hayden" i said as he slowly let go of my hand. he went to shake hayden's hand.

"hey" hayden said as she shook his hand. he broke off the contact with her quick like he missed looking at me because he quickly looked back at me.

"hector" hector said as he took out his hand and i shook it. he looked at me for a second and then quickly looked at hayden, shaking her hand.

"okay, now that you introduced yourself to each other. go to class! oh, luna and hayden. you guys will have to meet the principal later. maybe after school or before your last period starts. she's in a meeting right now. but i'll find you guys! have a great first day!" she said and we all walked out of the office.

"you guys have the same four first periods as us right?" marc said as he looked at my schedule.

"oh, we have all our classes together..." marc said to me and i looked at him.

"expect last period, that's when hector and i go to football practice" he said, he was in the team chris is in. i smiled.

"you are chris's little sister right?" hector said from marc's side and i looked over at him and i nodded my head.

"i am, yes. hayden isn't related to us, but we're working on that. she's just living with us" i said and hayden nodded her head. which was true. my parents were trying to adopt her. hayden's parents easily signed their daughter away.

"why?" hector asked and i shrugged my shoulders. i wasn't going to tell them exactly why and hayden wasn't either. i mean, would you tell two guys you just met why you're living with your bestfriend?

"didn't want luna to come to a school in spain by herself. i had to come" hayden said and they chuckled her at response.

"exactly why" i said and we all laughed. we went to our first period. everyone ooo'd as they saw us. this is when i just knew marc and hector were popular.

"marc, hector. you're late"

"no, sir. we're not. we were told to escort our new students. luna, and hayden. here's the excused tardy." marc said as he handed him a piece of paper.

"oh okay. well, welcome luna and hayden." the teacher said, and i smiled. marc and hector sat down at their table.

instead of desk, i think every classroom just had tables that sat two. they had rows of tables that just sat down two people.

"you guys are free to sit at the tables that are empty. we are just talking about our summers" just to my luck i was sitting right by marc, and hayden sat by hector. apparently since it had to be boy-girl. like come on..

everyone watched as we sat down. i heard whispering behind me. it was the girl behind me and the other girl behind her. please, it's the first day and i know they're already going to talk. great.

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"this is the cafeteria room, you guys can sit with us. it might be a little weird since it's just all guys..." marc said as we walked into the cafeteria room.

"but they're pretty cool. the guys aren't too bad." hector said.

"okay, we'll sit with you guys" i said, and marc smiled at me. hayden and i brought our own lunches. hayden made it for us.

"i don't know if i want to eat, i'm like too nervous" i whispered to hayden as we sat down. there was three other guys with us.

"luna, you have to eat. you know, we don't like when you don't" hayden whispered back to me. everyone was worried when i didn't eat, because they all thought i had some sort of eating disorder because eating would make me sick.

"i'll eat when i get home, i'm just going to eat the grapes." i said as i took out my grapes from my bag. hayden scoffed at me.

"hey, this is hayden and luna. the new girls" hector said to the guys. one had fluffy hair, one wore glasses, and one had his nose pierced.

"this is dereck, manny, and robert" marc said pointing at each. manny had fluffy hair, robert was wearing glasses, and dereck was the one with his nose pierced.

"hola, hablas inglés or español? (hi, do you speak english or spanish?)" manny said, smiling.

"los dos, pero más inglés (both, but more english)" i said to him.

"we speak english, manny just wanted to impress" dereck said as he rolled his eyes, and he took a bite of his sandwich.

"shut up" manny said smacking his arm. hayden and i laughed.

"and you...?" manny asked looking at hayden. i looked at her as she looked at me.

"english. just pure english, i'm white" she said and i giggled at her. they did too.

"wait so you two aren't related?" robert asked as he pointed at us. i nodded my head, no.

"no, she's just living with me. she's my bestfriend"

"what about your parents?" dereck asked and i looked over at him. i looked over at marc who looked like he also wanted to know. his eyes met mine and he sat up straight.

"dereck, chill out on the personal questions" marc said and dereck put his hands up in the air.

"woah, i'm sorry" he said and we all laughed at him. i looked over at hayden who smiled.

"hey, marc." we heard a female voice say. i looked over and it was the prettiest girl i ever seen.

"carmen" marc said back to her. he cleared his throat. sorta like he didn't want to talk to her.

"i heard you're friends with the newbies. why don't you come sit with us, marc? we don't want you to rot" she said. i take back her being pretty, her personality was terrible.

"carmen, would you leave marc alone. he doesn't want you." dereck said with no shame.

"shut up, you rat" carmen said back at him. woah, what is happening?

"carmen, i'm going to stay here and sit with my friends" marc said and she had an angry expression on her face.

"whatever" she said and she left.

"she's so annoying" manny said. they didn't speak about her after that. i wanted to know who she was, and why she was obsessed with marc.

lunch had ended quick, as all we did was laugh and joke around. they made us feel very welcomed. it was fun hanging out with their friends. they were pretty cool.

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"and this is your last period" marc said to me. it was just the two of us as hector took hayden to her class. it was just the teacher, who was thankfully a woman, and two other students. one boy and one girl. i smiled.

"is this our new member, luna?" the teacher said, and i smiled. i waved at her.

"hi"

"yes, mrs perez. this is her." marc said and i looked at him, and he smiled at me. the height difference between us, was what i deserved. he was a whole foot taller than me. i had to look up at him, and he had to look down at me.

"well thank you for showing her where class is. have fun at practice, marc!" mrs perez said and marc let his gaze go.

"yes, of course. i'll see you tomorrow, luna. i hope you had a great first day" he said and waved goodbye. i didn't want him to leave.

"i'm glad you took my class. this is rosa and that's daniel" she said as she pointed at the two sitting at the table by each other.

"hi, i'm luna" i smiled as i joined them at the table.

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"what a first day of school. i had a blast" hayden said as we walked into the house. i left my backpack in the mud room along with my keys on the table.

hayden closed the door behind her, following what i did. we walked to the living room, and saw mom on the couch.

"hi mom" i said as i sat on the couch by her. she smiled.

"hi" hayden said as she laid right by me.

"hi girls, how was school?"

"it was amazing. i love it here already" hayden said and i laughed at her, i laid my head on my moms lap as she played with my hair.

"it was good. we're friends with the popular guys" i said and mom looked surprised.

"already?"

"i know" i said, and we all laughed together in the living room. talking about our days.

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chapter 1. DONE.

new book! i'm not sure how i feel about this one yet because i haven't really decided what this book would be about anyways. popular guy gets the loner? well technically she isn't a loner but yk. idk anyways i'm in love with marc guiu atm that's why i wanted to write about him. :)

also ik that schools are different and not all alike but i have no idea how schools in spain work. we have a foreign exchange student from spain, and i have yet to ask her. but i'm going how we do school in texas. but yet again this is all made up so :) but lmk if you love or hate it. i'll take the honesty!

HII GUYS!! I FINALLY POSTED MY BOOK ON TUMBLR!! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT!! IM ALSO NEW TO THIS APP SO CUT ME SOME SLACK! PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME!

#fc barcelona #marc guiu #marcguiustory #barcelona spain #barcelona #barcelonastory #wattpad

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ghostlychief · 2 years ago

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Dude I just loved your Ghost fic with his scary wife, it was so ✨chefs kiss✨

Could you please write a fic about how the MW2 men would react to reader letting loose in the club after a mission? Just the concept of a cold, badass woman who can handle herself in the field and is a total man-eater that has the moves™️ + the men's reactions (mayhaps with a crumb of nsfw👀) is JUST DOBDISHDONDOSHDINSKWE I BEG PLEASE

HELLO!! thank you sm for your request <3 I took some liberties but i really hope you enjoy what i threw together for you!! (and there is a crumb of nsfw, so i hope you enjoy the tiniest of crumb i gave you lmao) ALSO, thank you sm for saying you really like my other Ghost fic, it means so much to hear that <33333 thank you sm for reading!

ENJOY, SWEETIE

Dancing Queen

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol drinking; foreplay? slight fingering; nothing too smutty but MINORS DNI; seriously, if you're a minor pls do not read.

wc: 2.2k

a/n: i'll edit tomorrow, but sorry for any typos!

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You were pretty revered on task force 141. You were the youngest on the team of burly men but you were one of the most skilled members on the force. And, you took yourself very seriously, almost too seriously some would say.

But who could blame you? You were a woman in a male dominated field. You had to be serious, had to be cold. Especially in the armed forces. This line of work was just as bad if not worse than the financial sector, you know, with all the finance bros. Actually, it was worse, but just by a hair.

So, due to your highly stressful and sometimes misogynistic job, you liked to let loose, have fun on the weekends. It was really the only time where you could fully relax and let yourself go. Alcohol helped of course. You loved going to clubs, bars, restaurants, hell anywhere really. As long as it helped you forget the week you had, helped you soothe the aches and pains that came with the job.

Surprisingly you found that your internal team, therefore task 141, weren’t such pricks after all. You thought they would be all misogynistic pigs, and treat you worse than their male colleagues. No, you were proven wrong. Something that doesn’t happen often. You were smart after all.

Sooner than later, you found yourself growing fonder of your team, and you considered them your closest friends. You know, big shock. You weren’t expecting your closest friends to be your work buddies as well.

You also sprouted a crush for one of your team members. Who could blame you? He was tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious. Always sporting that black balaclava, only leaving his eyes privy to your vision. You have only seen him without his signature mask a few times, most of them being when he was drunk, and out with the team.

But who doesn’t like intrigue?

Fast forward to this Friday. You found that Friday is your favorite day to go out. You realized that you still have all of Saturday to relax, sleep, and recover and then it’s Sunday. The dreadful day in which work starts the next.

So here you were, getting ready to do out tonight with 141. You typically styled your hair your favorite way, did a full glam of make-up, and pre-gamed to make sure you would be a solid drunk by the time you had at least one drink at the bar. This was your time to shine, to have fun for once. You weren’t going to pass it up. Hence, your lovely make-up and outfits that made any jaw drop to the floor.

By the time you were finished getting ready, you felt a slight buzz in your system, and you felt good, felt pretty. You were ready for a night out. Specifically, you were ready for a night out with Ghost.

You found it much, much easier to talk to the intimidating guy when you were slightly buzzed, or better yet, drunk. Was it healthy? Probably not. But who’s perfect, right?

Even though you were a force to be reckon with yourself, the man still intimated you. Maybe it was because of the feelings that started developing in the pits of your stomach. You couldn’t help it when your heart clenched every time you saw him, or every time his blue eyes met your own.

It was getting bad, and you were worried it was going to start to effect your performance at work, which was unacceptable.

So, what do you do to deal with all these feelings? You drink of course!

Hey, you’re still in your twenties, it’s a pass.

You get a text from Soap in the GM that your guys’ uber is at your place. It was decided that you would ride with Soap, Ghost, and Gaz.

You saw the uber in front of your building, so you made your way to the back seat. You figured that Ghost would be in the front, so you open the door and tease, “Gaz, you need to take the middle seat because you’re the shortest out of all of us.”

However, you weren’t met with Gaz’s chocolate eyes when you swung open the door. No, you were met with Ghost’s large frame, and confused expression as you mistakenly talk to him instead of Gaz.

“You want me to sit in the middle?” Ghost points a finger at himself.

You hear Gaz snicker from the front seat. I’ll get him later.

You disguise your embarrassment with a cough, “Oh! No, no, no. I mean, we can’t have the tallest teammate sit in the middle now can we?” You flash Ghost what you’re hoping is your best smile. Dammit why did I drink so much getting ready?

Ghost just grunts in confirmation and gets out of the vehicle.

You clamber your way in only to find Soap with a shit-eating grin, sitting in the back as well.

“Hello, Soap.” Your tone is clipped, which makes his grin widen even more.

Ghost gets in finally, but once he’s finally settled, you find yourself literally squished between Soap and Ghost.

“Can either of you move over or something? I’m being squeezed to death.”

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t like it, y/n.”

You really, hope Ghost didn’t just hear what Soap said, but it’s unlikely. You hit him in the shoulder, “First rounds on you, asshole.”

Soap raises his hands in a truce. “Alright, alright. Don’t get mad at me.”

You were only annoyed because Soap was right. You did like being squished up against Ghost. How embarrassing. Stupid feelings. Who even has time for feelings anymore?

You all finally make it to the club, and you make a beeline for the bar. As promised, Soap orders you, as well as Ghost and Gaz a round of drinks. You all cheer’s, then you down your shot. At this point, you’re definitely drunk.

The guys get another drink as you observe the dance floor. They take two more shots, and you take one more.

After your last shot, you let them know that you’re going to go dance. They all toast you, and then you’re off to the dance floor.

You start moving to the beat, letting the music take over your body, letting it carry you away from all your problems.

It’s only a few minutes in when you notice that they’re playing your favorite song. You rush back over to the guys, and excitedly shout, “They’re playing my favorite song! Do any of you want to dance with me?”

Before anyone could really respond, Soap is clapping Ghost on the shoulder, and pushing him towards you, “Ghost would love to.”

If you weren’t so drunk, you would have noticed Ghost send a glare to his friend. But not out of despite, more out of nervousness.

You clap your hands, so excited that someone is joining you, much different than your usually demeanor at work. Then you grasp Ghost’s hand in yours and lead him to the floor, leaving a grinning Soap and Gaz.

Gaz just sighs before saying, “Why do you always have to butt in?”

Soap just shrugs with a knowing smile on his face, “Because, they’d be good for each other, and both of them need a little nudge from someone to get the ball rolling.”

Once you and Ghost make it to the dance floor, you turn around to face him. You have the biggest smile he’s ever seen on your pretty face, and he can’t help but smile back.

You start moving to the music as before, but this time, Ghost wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you in close to him. So close, that your chests are touching. He’s definitely buzzed, borderline drunk.

He leans his head down so his lips are brushing against your ear, “I didn’t know you were quite the dancer.”

His breath tickles, and you let out a laugh, tightening your arms that have found their way around his neck.

“Don’t you know? I’m the dancing queen.” You let out a laugh, and pull him closer.

He laughs as well and you both continue swaying to the beat, that is, until a more up-tempo song starts to play. Before you know it, Ghost has spun you around, so now your back is facing his front.

His large hands make their way to your waist, gripping tightly. But not too tightly in which it hurts. It’s more so a comforting hold. You feel secure, like you would never trip and fall in his embrace.

You lean your head back so it’s resting on Ghost’s chest, and you feel him dip his head to meet yours. The height difference is making you dizzy, making you want more of him.

You feel him kiss down your neck, his lips searing your skin as they map you out. He makes his way back up and nips at your earlobe, which has you letting out a small yelp. But you lean further into him, signaling him to continue on.

Your hands come up to rest on top of his, and you squeeze them. You’ve never felt this exhilarated, and Ghost’s touches leave sparks in their wake, igniting you.

As he continues to kiss down your neck, you take one of your hands that’s grasping his, and start to lead it to the top of your skirt. He seems to get the idea, and continues his hand down until it’s grazing your upper thigh, lifting your skirt ever the slightest.

He subtly brings his fingers under your skirt to graze your underwear. The dance floor is so packed, that no one will notice.

The feeling of his fingers pressing on your bud has your head spinning and you let out a soft whine. It’s just faint enough that only Ghost can hear it. His hand goes further and pushes your underwear to the side. He teases your entrance without entering a finger into you and he brings his thumb up to press down on your clit. Which makes you let out another low pitch whine.

Your hand trails down to find his, as if to ground yourself. From what, you don’t even know. You just need to feel him more. More so than you already are.

All too soon, he removes his hand from your and brings it back up to cup your waist, then he spins you around so you’re facing him. What a fucking tease.

You crane your neck to glance up at him and you don’t know who moved in first. But what you do know is that you’re kissing Ghost. His lips lock with yours and it feels like it was always meant to be.

You trail your hands up so they play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Twirling the hair around the tips of your fingertips. The kiss you share feels infinite, like it was mapping out the very constellations around you.

You never wanted it to end.

All too soon he pulls away, and brings his hands up to cup your face. His forehead is pressed up against yours, and he holds you so gently.

“I just had to do that, at least once.” He sounds breathless, and you fight the urge to pull him down to you again, at his confession.

“Why just once?” You’re just as breathless, if not more as you ask him this.

You don’t want this to end here, you can’t let it end here. You like him too much, too much that your heart hurts at the thought of letting him go.

Ghost peels himself from you, but his hands are still ever so gently cupping your sweet face. His thumbs rub under your eyes, on the apple of your cheeks, as he looks fondly down at you. He’s looking at you as if you created all the planets in the solar system, and hung up the stars as well.

“Because I know you deserve better.”

His admission tugs at your heartstrings, “Bullshit. You don’t get to tell me what’s good for me and what isn’t.”

It was true. You had to decide for yourself.

“Is that so?” A smirk forms on his lips.

You’re glad the air has turned back into something light, something teasing. That’s something you could deal with. Not the heavy shit that was threatening you before.

You bring your hands once again to his and grasp them, “Yes, it is, so you better get used to it.”

Ghost just lets out a laugh and then swiftly pulls you into a bone crushing hug. He rests his head on top of yours. You swear you feel a faint pressure atop your head, almost like a kiss laid upon your hair.

His words get muffled into your hair, but you make them out just the same. “Why don’t we finish what we started, but in a more private place, hm?”

You tighten your hold on him, words stifled into his chest as your answer, “Sounds like a plan to me.”

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