#i need to concentrate my forces so i can actually get something finished for once

[suzukiblu]

Guessing game: Farm

Context: a familial soulmates AU is happening to newly-decanted baby clone "Superman" and Ma and Pa "it's free alien baby" Kent.

The waitress comes back with the drinks and asks if they're ready to order, and then they have to actually read the menu. She leaves them to it. The Zesti does taste really good, but Superman has a hard time concentrating on the menu and barely resists the urge to glance up at Jonathan and Martha every five seconds.

"Oh, wait–can you read yet, kiddo, or do you need some help with that?" Jonathan asks with a faint frown as he glances up at him himself, and somehow the question doesn't sound judgmental at all.

Weird, Superman thinks again.

"Yeah," he says. "Um–Cadmus was educating me with information uploads. I didn't finish them, but I can read and write and do, like . . . well, some math, anyway. I got through trig and precalc, mostly. Uh, and some chemistry and biology. And, like, I can speak English and Spanish and a little Mandarin, and I know basic ASL. I don't think I'm actually as smart as they thought I was gonna be, though, some of it's kinda . . . confusing, to be honest? And they only ever showed me stuff once, I think they just thought I'd . . . you know, get it."

"You're two weeks old!" Martha says with an exasperated huff. "Those damn morons, you're gonna need a lot more than two weeks' worth of yellow sun before you're going to get the eidetic memory or the enhanced intelligence."

"The–what?" Superman blinks. Jonathan and Martha glance at each other, oddly, and then back to him.

"Superman had perfect recall," Jonathan says. "Hyperthymesia. A photographic memory, you might call it."

"Oh," Superman says, blinking again. "Uh–I didn't know that."

"I don't know how much most people ever thought about it, so far as his powers went," Jonathan says with a shrug. "Not quite as flashy as the heat vision or the flying. Actually it's a surprise you can fly this quick, come to think."

"I'm sort of . . . cheating," Superman mutters, ducking his head. "My Kryptonian physiology isn't developed enough to give me the real powers yet and they didn't know how long it might take for them to come in, so they sort of . . . there's like this . . . field, kind of, that the original Superman put off? Subconscious telekinesis, I guess. Skin-tight force field, basically. It's why bullets weren't ripping up his suit all the time and why he could, like, pick up a whole freaking bus or whatever one-handed and it wouldn't just break in half from the fucked-up–uh, the messed-up support. The field would just wrap around whatever he was touching and reflexively keep it together. So Cadmus just kinda . . . copied that and cranked it up to eleven, for me. So I'm telekinetic, kind of?"

"Huh," Martha says, looking a little puzzled. "You know, that never even occurred to me, but it certainly explains a few things."

"It only works when I'm touching something," Superman says, fidgeting uncomfortably and feeling kind of like . . . well, he guesses his powers not being the same as the original Superman's were yet isn't gonna disappoint the Kents, right? Like, why would they care? "It's tactile-based. But I can always use it on myself. So I can fly and pick up real heavy shit and hit like I've got super-strength and make it look like I'm invulnerable. No heat vision or ice breath or X-ray vision or, uh, eidetic memory, though. Or super-speed or super-senses."

And definitely, definitely no enhanced intelligence.

"So you mean you're going to be stronger than Superman was?" Martha asks with a little frown, and Superman . . . blinks.

"Uh . . . I don't think so?" he says uncertainly, not sure where she got that idea. "I don't know how the hybridization of my DNA will affect, like . . . any of the Kryptonian powers. They might turn out weaker than his were, since my genes are sort of already adapted for a yellow sun."

"I don't know, being primed to process yellow sunlight might make your powers end up stronger, on that logic," Jonathan points out reasonably. "Once you grow into them a bit, anyway. And either way you'll have the telekinesis enhancing your strength and invulnerability, and that might get stronger too. And, well, at least some hybrids have a tendency to turn out bigger and stronger than their parent species."

Superman tilts his head. Blinks a couple times.

"Huh," he says.

Well, there's a really freaking cool and absolutely fucking terrifying thought.

"How do you know all that?" he asks. "Are you a biologist or something?"

"I'm a farmer, son," Jonathan says wryly. "I'm talking about mules and wolfdogs."

"You're a farmer?" Superman repeats in absolute bemusement.

"We both are, dear," Martha says. "All our lives. We live out in Smallville, actually, we're just here visiting . . . well. Clark's fiancée. Her name is Lois."

"Where's Smallville?" Superman asks, still bemused.

"Kansas," Martha says. "We have a little farm out there. And . . . well, we'd very much like to take you in, obviously, though I don't know where you're staying right now."

"Just, like–wherever, right now," Superman says awkwardly, trying not to sound as pathetic as he's pretty sure he does even as he wonders how that's supposed to be "obvious". He's not, like, a little kid or anything. It's not like he can't take care of himself. "Like, it's not really . . . just wherever."

Jonathan and Martha glance at each other. Superman feels embarrassed. It's not like it matters where he's staying, and like, he'll find a place, eventually, just . . . he hasn't quite figured out how to do that yet. That's all.

Cadmus, unfortunately, did not prepare him to ever live . . . well. Outside of Cadmus.

"Would you like to visit, at least? Take a look around?" Jonathan offers. "It's not too far a flight from Metropolis."

"Um . . . maybe," Superman says, really not sure what he'd ever do on a farm of all places. Like, in what way is a farm a "Superman" kind of place to be?

Though he guesses it'd be politer than making Jonathan and Martha come to Metropolis. And if they actually . . . if they really want to see him . . .

He could swing by sometimes, that's all. He guesses he'd have to be careful about doing it because probably the Kents aren't gonna want anybody to know they're his soulmates, given the whole "being civilians" thing. Maybe he can just . . . just pretend to be . . . he doesn't know, exactly? Just–maybe some random distant relative or something. Maybe they have some cousins or whatever. Or just . . . something.

Superman actually has no idea how many people hang out with their extended family members like that, to be honest, but it's the best idea he's coming up with right now.

[umadosedepascal]

MASTERCHEF FAIL | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | One shot

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner: @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: With a busy schedule, Pedro finds some time to spend with you. You promised him to cook his favorite food. Maybe things get out of hand and dessert comes before dinner.

wc: 4.7k

rating/warnings: [no minors][sex in the kitchen][unprotected PIV][smut][first person][oral sex][f receiving] [m receiving][Pedro a little dom] [curse words] [fingering] [daddy kink] [chocolate in sex]

Weekends are always a box of surprises, I never know if he will be available, in the middle of so many jobs.

I understand when he needs to be away, sometimes we can see each other only in the middle of the week, a quick date, but as a good surprise, here I am.

I pick up my phone in the middle of the bed sheets and see that it's 7:32 p.m., it's Saturday, it's cold and there's a light rain, the day flew by.

Whenever we decide to watch something together, we spend more time trying to choose a movie than actually watching something, and when we finally choose and finish watching it, it's already night time.

I’m so hungry and even before I can say anything, Pedro says…

“You promised you would cook for me today, remember?“

He says excited as he pulls the duvet of my body and gently caresses my right thigh, which shivers at the same moment I feel his fingers.

“How could I forget? You spent the day saying you went shopping just to taste my food“ I answer between laughs while I pull him for a lazy kiss before getting out of bed.

“I want to see if you didn't forget anything.”

I leave the room heading towards the kitchen, Pedro comes right behind me going down the stairs yawning and commenting on scenes from the movie, laughing at me saying that he knew when I confessed to having dozed off in some parts of the movie.

I go into the kitchen and open the fridge, while I see it inside it I'm mentally checking everything I'm going to use is there. I let out a little laugh and bite my lip when I see that he bought chocolate, the same ones I once mentioned are my favorites.

“Got everything you need, babe?” He asks as he sneaks up approaching me, he runs his hand over my waist and pulls me making my body close to his chest, feeling his lips on my neck kissing me, then I answer..

“You did pretty well, you got the essential” I say laughing when I feel his beard tickle me. I turn my body facing him, pushing the fridge door with one hand.

“Now you can leave it to me”

Pedro stares at me raising his eyebrow after asking for the second time if I want help, even though I say that he doesn't roll his eyes mockingly, he gently kisses my neck and raises his lips to my ear and says…

“I'm excited to know if your food tastes as good you do.. my sluty chef.”

I laugh loudly and squeeze my hands on his chest, playing with the lace of the sweatshirt he wears, in an attempt to disguise how just a few words coming out of his mouth can affect me so much.

He lets me go and turns towards the cabinets and I open the fridge again taking everything I need, trying to force my brain to concentrate and ignore the distraction that is Pedro walking through the kitchen.

_It's a fucking distraction_

The rain is constant outside, some thunder mixes in the midst of our conversation,

Pedro tells me how chaotic the traffic was today, he tells me while he helps me get the ingredients from the pantry, so I ask him

“How was your day babe?” He responds excitedly while distributing the ingredients across the countertop

“Was amazing, got to meet a lot of great people and had a blast... Even got this jeans... Humm do I look sexy for you all jeans?”

I approach him with a jar of sugar in my hand, I say…

“You are so sweet i can't put more on you now... Let's turn on the music?”

He turns around and turns on the speaker that is on a small shelf next to the closet and asks me to connect my phone to whatever I want to hear.

*The Weeknd- After hours*

I decided to cook for him something quick and delicious, a truffled parmegiana with rice.

I ask Pedro to finish picking up the dry ingredients in the pantry while I start cutting the chicken breast and seasoning it before sealing and putting it in the oven.

“Do you want help whit that?”

He says approaching me, passing one hand on my thigh and the other hand he puts on my hand that holds the knife.

“Babe, get some wine for us? But come back here closer...”

With a quick kiss on my neck he moves away and seconds later comes back with a bottle and two glasses, he serves us and walks towards me, behind me.

He holds the glass with wine with his left hand and the right he takes my hair off my neck and starts taking light bites on the uncovered skin, he says that the smell is wonderful and that he can't wait because he is starving.

He brings his body closer to mine, resting his cheek on my head, he hugs me and stays there, just feeling my body in his and listening to the music. I can still make some movements with the knife, cutting the meat, but it's getting so hard to resist.

_He knows the power he has over me and he abuses it_

I let go of the knife when I feel his hands holding me and turning in front of him

“That chicken takes some time to cook huh?” He asks and I say yes, sliding my hand through him, landing on his cock that is already hard.

I look into his eyes and say..

“You always have to tease me huh?” He laughs and shrugs, as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about.

“Aren't you hungry Pascal? Let me cook for you.”

He removes the cup from my hand and puts it on the side, on the countertop and presses his body on mine, his hands holding the edge of the countertop, holding me there, between him and the marble.

My eyes sweep his face, his beard starting to turn gray, some gray strands on his chin, it makes him so fucking sexy.

“I could eat another incredibly tasty thing and I would be satisfied.” He talks and puts his hands on my waist, pulling me closer, through the fabric of his sweatshirt shorts I can feel exactly the position that his cock is and I feel him pressing against me.

_Fuck_

I look into his eyes and drag my hands inside his t-shirt, feeling his hot skin automatically shiver when I run my nails through his ribs.

He is hot, I inhale the perfume, still feeling present, but the smell of his skin surpasses any expensive fragrance.

I feel his breath close to my face, I look into his eyes and there are those abandoned puppy eyes, but there is also a look that asks what my next step will be.

“What if I cook for you and then you choose whatever dessert you want.” He raises an eyebrow and smiles in the corner, biting his lip and presses the cock more on me, his hands go down to my ass and squeezing, he kisses my neck and between kisses he says

“You know I can be really picky about desserts, right?” He says and run his tongue from my collarbone to my ear biting.

“I'll give you whatever you want.” I answer and pull him by the back of the neck, gluing our lips, his stache has some wet threads of wine, his tongue tastes like wine and danger, I bite his lip and pull between his teeth and he sighs squeezing my ass harder.

“You won! But will you please let me help?” He says and kisses me again, this time in a hurry.

His lips are soft and overwhelming, the taste of wine only makes everything more intoxicating, and for a second I forget that I should be making a dinner!

Pedro squeezes my waist more, pushes me a little and presses my ass against the kitchen island, I feel the cold marble on my legs. He moves the hair that is over my shoulder and gives a soft but warm kiss, that's enough to make my whole body shiver.

He is calm and patient in all his actions, without the slightest hurry. The tic tac of the oven timer mixes the music, it makes my thoughts about dinner get lost.

_I can't think with him so close to that_

He kisses my neck and soon his breathing starts to get panting, just feeling his breath makes me horny. He presses his cock against me, every time I run my fingers around his neck I feel the pulsating vein against my skin, I run my fingers through the curls of his hair.

“Are you going to help me or make me burn the food?” I ask almost in a whisper trying to hold the moan stuck in my throat while he squeezes my ass shamelessly rubbing his cock on me.

“I'm helping babe...” He says in a fun tone of voice as his hands rise back to my waist, he lifts me up making me sit on the bench

“... I'm helping to kill time while the food is in the oven.”

He says that and runs his hands through my legs making them open automatically, he stays between them, his right hand slides from my thigh to my ass squeezing the flesh. His left hand goes up crawling down my back until it reaches the back of my neck, he holds me there completely at his mercy.

He remains calm and making every movement in such a precise way that it is agonizing, it only makes me more and more horny, he acts in such a way that it seems that he wants to taste every inch of my skin, without haste, as if the world were frozen and only the two of us were there.

Pedro slides the hand that was on my ass into my blouse, he finds my nipple goosebumps already, he squeezes and rolls between his fingers, at the same moment a moan escapes from my lips, this makes him growl low.

“We can't now Jose...” I talk trying to look like I want him to stop, but my body betrays me, my back arches while he pulls my blouse to get tangled over my breasts. The cold air makes me shiver, but his warm hands make me pulse. He bends slightly, just enough to run his tongue through my nipple, I watch his tongue rotate through my nipple and soon I see and his mouth cover my breast, sucking, delighting in my body.

_This is a fucking hot view_

“humm.. dessert cannot be served before dinner” I say

“I know babe, but can I taste just a little bit?” He asks looking at me with those puppy eyes, his mouth goes down my belly, leaving licks, but soon rises again to my breast.

“You are so fucking hot... Let me try just a little bit.”

His words cross me like a sharp knife, I feel my pussy so wet.

He gets up dragging his lips through my skin and kisses me in a way that takes the air out of my lungs. His hand is playing with the jeans in my shorts, going towards my pussy, the way he releases my lips with a bite and watches his fingers play with the button of my jeans is so hot.

He slowly opens the zipper, he looks into my eyes when I let out a moan in anticipation to feel his fingers on me

“Are you horny?” He speaks with a low laugh, he says that and looking into my eyes I feel him slide his middle finger into my panties, the feeling of his finger against my swollen clit is surreal.

'TRIIIIIIN'

The oven timer goes off, making us look scared at the oven. He laughs shaking his head and says

“It looks like dessert will really only be served after dinner anyway...”

Pedro is still between my legs, my hands holding the waistband of his shorts, ready to pull and finally feel him, with a sigh I move away from him and lean enough to reach the button to turn off the oven and tell him

“I'll let it a little bit open so we can have more time and don't burn it... The only thing I want it's you burning inside me...”

He takes the glass of wine next to me and takes a big sip, as if he were recovering, he speaks softly

“This is the way babe”

*OCT 33 - Black pumas*

Pedro puts the wine glass in place and pushes me to lie on the bench, his hand goes back under my blouse, grabbing my breasts, interspersing between one and the other, with his free hand he pulls my jeans by the legs and throws it to the floor, he passes his finger through the side of my panties, going down my groin until he reaches the center of my pussy he pulls the fabric to the side and rubs my clit and slide his finger to the end into me. The way he does it makes him use his thumb to stimulate my clit, with circular movements he looks at me, watching my whole body, smiling he watches me melt on his fingers.

I feel like cursing him screaming, but I also feel like just obeying everything he says.

He speeds up the movements of his fingers and says

“My dinner is you now! Do you understand?” I feel the orgasm coming, so close, I'm not able to answer I just fall on his fingers, cumming slowly feeling my body vibrate, my legs shake and start to close, he quickly removes his hand from my breast and holds my thigh stoping me from closing them, I just close my eyes and feel the pleasure taking over every cell of my body.

When I open my eyes I come face to face with Pedro licking his fingers with my cum, his eyes half-closed watching me, he’s lust in desire.

“Would you like something to fulfill you now?” He holds the cock drooling from pre cum

I'm not able to say anything, I just shake my head as if I were talking

"Yeah you motherfucker you did it!"

He positions his cock in my entrance and puts everything in, he moans low but hoarse, he holds my thighs and looks me in the eyes, biting his lip he starts to put slowly, he is looking me in the eye and his cock going in and out of me.

It penetrates me slowly but accurately, reaching a specific point inside me that makes me arch my back.

“like that huh?”

“Do you like it when my cock goes in like that slowly?”

“Do you want faster?”

“Say little girl.” Every word he says is a slow and lazy lunge inside me.

“Yes please fuck me! Please...”

So in a silent torture he stop moving and looks at me, his eyes pass from mine to my lips.

I try to raise my hip in the failed attempt to rub myself on it, at least one touch!

“I'm starving babe, let's eat? “ He says casually, he grumbles and takes his cock out of me and puts on his shorts again, he extends his right hand to me and smiles raising his eyebrow.

I can't believe it.

“WHAT? PEDRO? ARE YOU CRAZY? “ I say loudly in shock.

He laughs and picks up the glass, after a long and seemingly eternal sip of wine he shakes his hand ordering me and pick it up.

“I'm hungry babe... I said.”

I get up from the bench and he holds me by the waist and pulls me out, when my feet touch the floor my knees falter, but his hands hold me firmly. He brings his lips closer to mine listening to him say

“Just put on your panties, ok? I'll be waiting for you at the table.” He says and leaves as if nothing had happened.

I feel my heart racing.

“Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal come here right now! Are you insane?”

I'm alone in the kitchen, looking around not understanding shit.

_Am I hallucinating? Did he really leave me like this? _

I shake my head in an attempt to lighten my thoughts, I run my hand over my forehead and feel the thin layer of sweat that has accumulated. I still see myself naked and alone in the kitchen.

_Do you want to play Jose Pedro? Let's play then_

I put my panties on and I feel my pussy protest still wanting more, I put on my blouse and everything seems uncomfortable, I just want his cock until I forget my own name!

I serve the food, I do it in the best way I can, although I'm soaked and piss off I don't want it to be an ugly dish, after tidying up I put it on a tray and go towards the living room.

Pedro is sitting at the table quietly, he has his head turned towards the fireplace, the crackling fire mixes with the music, the room has low lighting, shades of red and brown take over the place.

I put our dishes on the table and he looks at me and gives a mocking smile.

_Breathe deeply, he's playing with you_

*Love is a bitch - Two Feet* starts playing, and that's enough to get me into the game he wants.

I sit at the table in front of him, and take the glass of wine, without taking my eyes off his I take a long sip, I put the glass back and with my index finger clean the small drop that has accumulated on my lip, sucking my finger.

Pedro lets out a small cough and straightens up on the chair, he is as horny as I am, but this provocation is hot and none of us wants to finish.

He looks at his plate and takes a bite, he chews slowly looking at me, his eyes never lose mine.

“Hmmm this is wonderful...taste amazing “ He says that while passing his finger on the corner of his mouth and licking, the same finger that was inside me a few minutes ago.

I don't say a word, I just get up, take the bottle of wine, and approach him, I bend in an exaggerated way, wanting him to see all the curves of my body, I fill his glass.

With a slap on the table he pushes the chair back and a growl comes out of his throat

“Fuck dinner! I'll eat you until you scream so loud.” So that's enough for him to get up and push me to the wall, my back hits the wall, my head hits, but I don't care.

He holds me tightly against the cold wall, his body so close to mine that we could merge.

His breathing is getting faster and faster, all my brain thinks about is feeling his cock pulsating against me. With a quick movement Pedro turn me against the wall, my back that were cold from the wall now find his chest hot, even through the T-shirt he wears I can feel.

His hands go to my hips, he pulls me making me lean towards him, he slides my panties down my legs, bending down along with the fabric, he takes it off my feet, and before throwing it in the middle of the room he inhales my smell…

With a deep voice he says slowly as he goes up until he stands behind me.

“I tried babe... I swear i tried... The food “ He talks whining, his right hand circles my body and goes towards my pussy, he rub my clit but soon slides his finger inside me again.

“Was really good... Oh fuck! But all I can think about is your pussy, let me eat that pussy babe”

I can't think of anything else, he knows that my answer will be a big yes, everything he asks I will say yes, I just need him to fuck me now, in every way he wants.

I turn my head and look over my shoulder, he looks beautiful, his eyes focused on my body, his mouth slightly open, the impression he gives is of a hunter watching the prey.

One hand he holds my waist firmly, the other he keeps it in my pussy.

“I've wanted this since the moment i walked into this kitchen, please... Please Pedro just fuck me!”

My supplication is like gasoline for the fire that is his body, he quickly moves away from my body and removes the clothes, throwing it everywhere, he holds the cock dripping pre cum and rub through my pussy, the right hand goes back to my clit, squeezing, teasing.

He grabs hard holding my waist so hard that I know that tomorrow I will have marks, his moan with every thrust is so tasty, I could hear it forever.

Pedro pulls me close to his chest, the hand that was on my waist goes up to my blouse, in a silent order I finish taking off my blouse.

He wraps an arm in my belly and a hand he rests on the wall, so it seems that his cock reaches deeper inside me, directly to my G-spot, I'm so close.

“Your food is really good babe... But damn, look what you do to me” He whispers in my ear as he gets harder and harder, our moans mixing the songs.

Pedro takes his cock out of me and guides me to the couch, he sinks his face into my neck and slide it back in, he punches it hard, it hurts a little.

He holds my left leg and puts it over his shoulder, my hands go to his back, sliding down his already sweaty, he kisses me and bites me in such an intense way.

*Post Malone- Circles* starts playing, making everything more intoxicating.

Pedro moans low and grunts in my ear, I look for his lips again, I don't want to stop kissing and biting those lips.

He feels that I'm almost cumming and so does he and that makes him intensify the thrusts, the way he holds me

_He knows, he notices my body_

“I want to cum inside you babe... But I know you like to swallow”

Our bodies slippery with sweat, he takes off his cock and sits on the couch desperately, I kneel and start sucking hard on his cock, he holds my hair and cums in my mouth, making me taste him, he moans my name softly and says “yes...yes...have it all.. aah fuck!”

I swallow every drop, I keep on my knees and watch him thrown on the couch, the irregular breathing he asks me

“What about that chocolate i brought to you?”

“Hmmm” I smile and get up, my whole body shakes, my legs are wobbly, I go to the kitchen and get the chocolate bar and then I think about melting it

As soon as I finish, I put it in a pot and return to the living room, Pedro is still thrown on the couch, the only difference is that now a joint is stuck on his lips, he raises an eyebrow for me when he sees me holding the bowl.

“What are you up to baby girl?”

I smile maliciously at him and get closer, put one leg on each side and ride on him, his hands go straight to my breasts, playing with my nipples, a caress full of lust.

None of us are satisfied yet.

I take the weed from his lips smoke it and slowly bring it back to his mouth

The way he's being on the couch is the perfect angle for what I have in mind. I dip a finger in the chocolate and feel that it is at the ideal temperature, I take my finger to his lips, and lick and kiss, removing any remnants.

He moans softly and says it's delicious.

I take more chocolate and make it drain from his neck to the nipple, I slowly lick everything, taking some bites, some light ones, some stronger ones that make him grun.

“Now I'm your dessert my little bitch?” He asks having fun with what I'm doing.

“Yeah daddy... What could be better than you with chocolate?”

I get up and kneel between his legs, putting the pot next to him, I dip my fingers again in the chocolate and let it drip on his cock, which is already hard again, I watch the chocolate drip from the head of the cock to the base. I hold his cock and lick everything, feeling the taste of his skin, the cum and the chocolate, all turning into a new flavor.

I take more chocolate and let drops spread on his thighs, lick slowly and bite, leaving a small bite mark on the left thigh.

“Suck bitch get daddy's cock clean so I can shove into that pussy huh” He says and holds my hair in a ponytail, he raises his hip and starts fucking my throat as if it were my pussy, making me choke I scratch my nails on his thighs, this seems to stir him up and makes him push the cock more in my throat, my lungs burn in search of air.

He pulls my hair, making me look into his eyes, my eyes are full of tears, he holds my neck and squeezes and pushes me to lie on the floor.

Pedro starts distributing bites over my belly, licking and biting until he reaches my breasts, he holds my right nipple with his teeth, biting until I arch my back with burning, soon he licks and sucks slowly.

His cock rubbing on my thigh, Pedro moves far enough to take the chocolate and spread it over my breasts, he sucks and licks and bites every little piece of skin.

“Damn this is the dessert I always want to eat...fuck bitch!”

He kneels between my legs, his left hand he holds my knee, leaving me more open, his right hand he holds his cock by the base and rubs the head of the cock through my swollen clit, he beats and rubs, he stays in this torture for a few seconds, almost making me cum like this

“Fuck me now!” I whine loudly

He starts slapping me, slaps me on the thighs, chest and face, so he holds my neck and says

“Beg just beg and I'll give you what you want”

“Please, I beg you please fuck me hard!” I say in the midst of moans

He slides his cock no mercy, taking a scream out of my throat, he sinks his face into my neck and moans my name in my ear, he curses disconnected things, I can barely understand when he grumbles "slut bitch bitch"

My nails scratches his back.

“Scratch me, show daddy how dirty you are...”

I moan more and squeeze my pussy on his cock, Pedro puts his hand between our bodies and begins to massage my clit, his middle finger circulating in a torturous way, without stopping to fuck.

He speaks in my ear, he moans as if he were suffering, but it is also a hoarse, almost animalistic moan

“Cum for daddy honey, cum on daddy's cock and scream, I want it!”

He orders and my body obeys, I cum strong, my back arching, my breathing heavy and difficult. He doesn't stop masturbating me, he says

“One more time babe, one more..”

My body seems to obey everything he says, I enjoy again as strong as the first.

“Now I'm going to cum inside you so you can have my cum everywhere!”

He goes harder, holding my neck and looking into myeyes he pushes it three more times and cums hard inside me, I feel the hot jets of cum filling me.

Pedro collapses on top of me, he laughs weakly and kisses my face, and gives one last lick and bite on my neck that still some chocolate.

“Let's take a shower?”

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[bestworstcase]

re: talk of Burn, do you have any idea why Yang's aura clearly broke when Neo struck her in V8 (right after activating Burn)? my theory is that perhaps activating her semblance does something like Tock's where it makes her aura manifest more solidly on her body (which is how it can make her hair light on fire) and therefore also, like Tock, means that her aura is more vulnerable. to me this would also explain why Yang would use it as a finisher at first; using it when she's already going to run out of aura makes it, in a sense, less dangerous because she's already gotten most of the other uses out of her aura that she can get.

would love to know if you think this is accurate, or what you actually think is going on with yang's semblance on a mechanical level (if you're interested in that anyway)

first, a general point about aura and aura breaking. the characters’ use of meters has led to a sort of popular fanon that aura works like hit points in a video game, where you have this many and taking damage reduces your HP by a certain number until you hit zero and then your aura breaks; (dark souls splash screen voice) YOU DIED.

i do not think it works that way.

from world of remnant:

aura is a manifestation of the soul, a life force that runs through every living creature on remnant—whether they are a meager shopkeep or a renowned knight. however, what sets true warriors apart from all others is their ability to amplify and control their aura.

aura is the power of one’s soul. it’s guided by emotion, self-knowledge, and spirituality. in its purest form, it becomes a semblance.

defensive aura is not a passive effect. we know this for a fact. in V5, oscar finds it physically exhausting to engage his aura in this way and ren tells him that’s normal—it requires intense concentration at first, then becomes second nature with practice. in V7, jaune’s aura-training demonstrates that recovery, regaining aura once it has been depleted, is a conscious action that can be improved through practice. this is because the “aura level” tracked by those meters is not a measurement of how much aura you have in the tank, as it were, but something like the density of the aura-field you’re pushing outward, or speed of flow, or something along those lines.

(the way i’m handling it in TDT is there’s a hard upper bound to how much aura you can hold in your skin, like a sponge not being able to absorb more water, and what auraleric gauges attempt to measure is % of maximum saturation because everyone’s aura will break around 5-10% saturation even though the amount of aura you have at 100% varies. anything you push out above that threshold is projected as transient bursts of energy and that’s where you start getting into offensive techniques.)

hazel’s phenomenal endurance is noted to derive from his rapid recovery, not the basal amount of aura he has. (he even just shrugs off being impaled.) i believe his semblance gives him an edge here, because it requires concentration to amplify one’s aura and hazel can’t be distracted by physical pain.

which brings me to aura-breaking. it doesn’t happen when the proverbial tank is empty. auras break when you can’t sustain the mental effort of generating enough aura; this might happen because the well you’re drawing from really has run dry (<- think this is what happened to nora with the high voltage door), but it might also be because you’re too tired, or you took a really painful or unexpected hit that shattered your focus, because you’re panicking or furious.

i think tock’s semblance is in the same ‘family’ as hazel’s and ironwood’s in that it puts her into a state of intense focus by blocking out anything that might shake her—with hers being far, far more potent than theirs but so potent she can’t maintain it for longer than sixty seconds, and possibly needs the ticking clock to ‘anchor’ her focus.

(fic stuff again, because tock’s alive in TDT for butterfly wing flaps reasons: sixty seconds is not a hard limit of her semblance; she can and on one occasion did go for much longer. to project an aura field you draw aura out of your reserve, which is the aura that naturally ‘pools’ around your soul; if that runs dry and you’re desperate enough, pushing hard enough, you can wring more aura out of your soul. blood from a stone. it hurts a lot, it will mess you up, and it can do permanent damage similar to what the aura transfer machines do to pietro. sixty seconds is how long it takes for tock’s semblance to drain her aura reserve, rounded down to allow for a margin of error.)

so. yang.

i think, mechanically, when the average person with aura training gets hit, their aura burns up to disperse most of that energy. (<- when they’re swatting gunfire away, the bullets bounce; the energy is reflected.)

but yang’s semblance absorbs energy—which is to say, if you had a ball throwing machine shoot a tennis ball at yang and someone else with equivalent training from the same distance, it would hit yang harder because her aura is less reflective; more of the ball’s kinetic energy flows into her body. then, like a battery, her aura converts that energy into some other form that can be stored.

sort of like dust, in fact. dust has a lot of potential energy, which is released when the material reacts with aura. given the literally explosive firepower yang gains from burn, i think that she’s storing this absorbed energy in the same form as occurs naturally in dust, which would put burn in the same ‘family’ as coco’s hype or arrastra’s equilibrium…

…and would also mean that this statement:

some prefer to use dust in its raw form: elegant, yet destructive. those who choose to wield dust in this state must possess a certain level of discipline to ensure that their resulting powers do not break free of their control.

is true of burn, too. and that tracks with who yang is and how she uses her semblance—even in V1-3, yang takes a more head-on approach to fights and tends to soak up more damage before exploding bigger vs her increasingly nimble and even acrobatic style post-beacon, but her control over those massive volcanic eruptions is immaculate.

the way burn works in general requires that yang be very, very in control of her aura at all times because she needs to balance between absorbing energy to charge up her semblance while reflecting enough to prevent injury, and this is one reason why i think yang is probably the best out of the cast when it comes to using aura. ren might have her beat on the more spiritual, extra-sensory perception side of things, but yang has to keep her focus while getting hit harder than anyone else Because Physics.

and that brings us to neo one-shotting yang’s aura. here is what happens: cinder is gloating from atop a pillar of fire while people scream and run in a panic all around them, and out of the corner of her eye, yang sees a glint of steel and realizes that neo is about to stab her unsuspecting baby sister in the back, she’s too far away, she can’t get there fast enough—burn is, in that moment, a reflex. instinct. she panics and hurls herself in between neo and ruby without even thinking about it because the only thing in her mind is GET TO RUBY NOW.

and that’s why her aura just shatters. it requires concentration—you practice until it becomes instinctive, until you don’t need to think about it, muscle memory. but it still takes focus. intention. yang has incredible self-control and thus incredible control of her aura, but everyone has limits, and hers are “holy fuck that guy stabbed blake” and “neo is going to kill ruby go go go.”

her semblance in itself doesn’t make her defense any weaker—but when she’s terrified enough for burn to activate reflexively like this, her aura will break if she gets hit because she’s freaking out.

[the-wip-project]

SloMo WriNo: Finding the Perfect Time to Write

Imagine your perfect writing setting. It’s peaceful and perfect, and the words flow easily.

But reality intrudes. Those perfect moments are hard to find, and, when you find them it can be too much pressure, so the words won’t come. Other times, when the inspiration is strong, and words are ready to pour out of you, you have no time or space to write. 

It seems impossible to find both the time and inspiration to write at the same time! 

That’s because it is.

To have a consistent long term writing practice, you cannot rely on perfect moments or bursts of inspiration.

I’m going to discuss inspiration in a later post, for now let’s focus on finding the time to write, in less than perfect times and places.

For me, I used to write whenever I could, just squeezing writing time whenever. And I was pretty inconsistent in how much I wrote, and didn’t get much finished.

When I decided I wanted to write a novel I knew I needed to get more organized.

I happen to be something of a morning person, and wake up about half an hour before I actually need to get up. I was in the habit of using that time to lie in bed reading, checking messages, scrolling socials etc. It seemed like a no-brainer to optimize that morning time to write.

However, when I tried, I found that I couldn’t stick with it for more than a couple of days at a time. I was frequently breaking my concentration, and easily distracted. And it felt like a grind. Eventually I realized that I simply did not want to write immediately after waking up. (and my ADHD brain will sabotage any attempt to force myself.) See, even though I’m a morning person, it doesn’t mean that I’m ready to do heavy mental lifting when I first awake. Time for quiet, more passive activities are an important part of me transitioning from sleep to full wakefulness.

But wait! Here I am at 6:30 am writing this! Happily! On a Sunday no less! Because I figured out a work around. Another look at my schedule showed me that I had another block of seemingly unused time. The later evenings after my kids are in bed. I’d dismissed that time period because I’m generally too brain tired to do anything productive. The solution was to use that time for sleeping (boring I know) enabling me to wake earlier, keep my gradual wake up routine, and still have time to write.

Strangely enough, knowing that I’m going to write in the morning is incentivising for me, and I find that I simply don’t want to stay up as late anymore. Because I have a fun reason (yes, writing is fun!) to go to sleep.

Now this little story might be helpful for you if you’d like to write first thing in the morning. If the idea feels like torture, then perhaps not.

But the idea is, assess your daily time, and cut something that isn’t refreshing or valuable. And possibly jiggle your schedule around so that you can open up a block of writing time at a time that is good for you.

For me that was the mindless doom scrolling or binge watching that I tend to indulge in after 10pm.

Some times that might work for you (besides the obvious first thing in the morning or last thing before bed): Commute time, Arriving at work or school or other daily appointments early, lunch or other break times in your day, time while you’re waiting. Remember, you’re not looking for massive blocks of time. Fifteen minutes will do. Thirty minutes would be amazing.

So examine your schedule and see where you can block out a regular time to write.

Once you’ve found a few options, try them out. Do you feel good, or harried? Tired or refreshed? If it doesn’t feel right, is there another task you can swap into the time slot to open up a different spot in your schedule? 

Which leads us to the question: does this mean I need to write every single day?

Absolutely not. Take rest days when you need them. Either a scheduled day or two each week, or just a floating flex day taken when needed.

Focus on establishing a habit of writing for at least fifteen minutes 5-6 days a week. (And don’t worry about word counts too much while you’re figuring this out.)

Once you create a habit, the words will come!

— Maree

SloMo Wrino Introduction

Setting Word Count Goals

the WIP Project discord

[abdulraveman]

Nishikido Ryo

Natalie Mu 2023.06.28

rough translation of the interview below

Q: First of all, how did you feel when you were offered this film?

Ryo: I felt honoured to be asked to be an actor again.

Q: Let's Get Divorced was co-written by Kudo Kankuro and Oishi Shizuka. The two of them wrote a several scenes each, like an exchange diary, what did you think when you first read the script?

Ryo: I thought, "That's interesting." I knew that it was written by both of them, but I didn't know which part was written by which person, and I was surprised that something written by both of them could become a single drama script in this way. I was surprised at the core of the story. As for the story, for example, if I heard from someone in my private life that they were getting divorced, I might think "I see, good luck with that", and just like in the drama, something might start from the divorce. ...... However, I have never compared the contents of the dramas that I have been allowed to appear to myself. I think it's all about "interesting as a drama".

Q: Kano Kyoji, played by Nishikido, falls in love with Kurosawa Yui, an actress played by Naka Riisa and is involved with her husband, Shoji Taishi, played by Matsuzaka Tori. What was your impression of Kyoji?

Ryo: He says what he wants to say and does what he wants to do. Perhaps it may seem selfish, but I had the impression that he values who he is the most.

Q: Were there any aspects of Kyoji that you found easy or difficult to play?

Ryo: I've never found it easy to play any role. I read the script, think 'this is how I should say the lines', and if it's different, I discuss it with the director or producer and make corrections. I think the result is a complete work of cinema.

Q: So, what was your impression of Kyoji now that you actually played him?

Ryo: There are several scenes in which he gives an object of his own making to Yui, saying, "This is how I feel," and in one scene where he gives an object to Yui, the script's introduction says, "An object that looks as much like faeces as possible" (laughs). But as Kyoji, he is doing it seriously to convey his feelings to Yui, and when I was performing the scene, I thought, "This (scene) isn’t supposed to be funny," and then I thought, "It's bad if I were to laugh here," so I concentrated on it and did my best.

Q: Kyoji's character is set up as a "self-proclaimed artist with a hint of sex appeal" - were you conscious of his sex appeal?

Ryo: I don't think you can ever be sexy if you think, 'I'm going to do this to be sexier’. That’s just based on my thoughts on "What is sex appeal? (Laughs) I think sex appeal is something that leaks out, not something that is forced out, so I did it while praying, "Let it leak out, even if just a little!”

Q: Kyoji was described by Yui when they first met as "alive yet dead". What do you think of Kyoji's way of life?

Ryo: I wasn't particularly conscious of that either. 'Alive yet dead' may refer to Kyoji's actions and facial expressions, but that’s how Yui perceived. However, I think some things changed little by little after meeting Yui. For example, it is not easy to walk into the campaign office of Yui's husband, Taishi, and suddenly say, "I need to talk to you," and Kyoji had no hesitation in doing so, so I thought, "That's amazing.

Q: What did you think of the finished film?

Ryo: Once I started watching it as one of the viewers, I thought I would probably watch all the episodes at once. And because there are no commercials in the middle of the show, each episode is about an hour long, which I thought was a huge luxury. I also felt that it was a luxury to be allowed to act in such a film.

Q: What did you think of the performances of the lead actors, Matsuzaka and Naka?

Ryo: I thought Matsuzaka-san was a great fit for the character of Taishi, and I thought he was a wonderful actor. Ms Naka-san usually wears her hair in a flashy colour (laughs), but when she is acting, she is naturally a solid actress, and I thought the gap between the two was amazing. I felt that she was a wonderful actress. Also, when I watched the scenes I was not in later, I thought to myself, "It's amazing that everyone does so many things in spite of their busy schedules”.

Q: As an actor, how did you encounter the role of Kyoji?

Ryo: It's a very personal thing, but thanks to all of you, I think it has become a role that the most number of times people say "I love him" among all the roles I've played so far.

Q: Did Oishi or Kudo-san say anything about the finished drama?

Ryo: No, I haven't been able to see them after the shoot, so I don't have anything special to say. Besides, I don't think it's anything to worry about. It's not limited to this time, but there may be times when it doesn't work out even if I had a great response. Recently, I don't think there is that much of a gap anymore, but I believe that the viewers are the judge of the finished work. However, I think "Let's Get Divorced" was a very interesting production from the side of the side of someone who’s in it, and I hope many people will see it.

Q: This is the third drama in which Nishikido has appeared in Kudo-san’s production, following Ryusei no Kizuna and Gommen ne Seishun!! What does Kudo-san’s productions mean to you?

Ryo: There is no one who is just plain mean and infuriating. I think he is good at writing works about people who are in the end forgivable or forgiving in some way. In "Let's Get Divorced", which he also wrote together with Oishi, there are no nasty people who make you think, "What the hell is wrong with him? It's a good feeling to watch the film because there are no nasty people in it.

Q: Nishikido-san, you have recently been appearing in a series of dramas and movies. Have you noticed any changes in the difficulty or enjoyment of acting?

Ryo: I think there are a lot of people who can act well by just by feeling, but I've never had much success with that, so I try not to dwell about it. I don't want to sound like I'm trying to be cool when I say "I'm doing it by feeling" (laughs) but that's the only way I know how to do it. I don't think I can perform a role by myself.  If I remember my lines well and face the person in front of me, that person will respond to me. Even if it's not a line, sometimes they will respond with a facial expression. If I can be aware of these changes, I think I will be able to perform the role properly.

Q: is there anything you would like to do in your future acting career?

Ryo: When I was a teenager, I might have said, "I want to be in this kind of work," but now I would like to try various things if given the opportunity. I hope that in the future, there will be something that I can do, not just with roles that are offered, but something that from my own initiative.

Q: Nishikido-san, you are also active as a musician. Is there any connection between what you value in both your activities as an actor and a musician? Or are they completely different?

Ryo: I have never thought about it. I don't think it's necessary to think about it, and I don't know ....... I don't think there is any need to force a connection. I just have to do my best to do what I have to do.

Q: Does having both activities have any positive effect on each?

Ryo: I don't know that either. I think there is both fun and pain in both. For example, when I am going on a tour, I think, "Let's put out some new songs," and I work hard on them, but sometimes the deadline looms and I think, "What am I going to do? Acting and music are the same in the sense that they are both work that I am doing right now, so I don't change my mind about them. I don't need to switch my mind. I think I have been able to strike a good balance between the two.

Q: For example, what are the moments when you feel enjoyment in your musical activities? Ryo: It's the same with acting, but I don't often think "it's fun" while I'm doing it. There are times when I work hard and when the work is finished I think "that was fun", but I don't think I've ever worked while thinking "this is fun, this is fun". I chose the path I'm on now, so if I waver in that

[snowflake-of-destruction]

I can see it changing the night completely. Maybe if Yuuri had his phone, he wouldn't have gotten drunk at all. Yes, in the original he was actively trying to bury his emotions and forget his problems, but always having a drink in hand (or something to nibble on, but we'll concentrate on drinks because of the specific context) is also classic behavior for socially awkward or not-up-to-interaction-right-now and yet forced to be at a party. The built in excuse to look busy and/or avoid talking even when cornered because the mouth is occupied....only trumped by "looking down at my phone so I don't need to make eye contact either." And once Yuuri starts looking at his phone (or is allowed to continue looking at his phone as the case may be, because, yes, Celestino probably confiscated it in the original canon when Yuuri wouldn't stop seeking out the worst comments about his free skate, but I think he could have been convinced to relent on the argument that Yuuri thought his family might call again) then he would also get sucked into the distraction, obsessing over the words on the screen to the point where he forgets to be drivne to drink--still intending to bury himself in champagne to feel better...at some point...after he replies to one more thread on twitter that's making him feel worse...

But wouldn't that make for a boring divergence? Yuuri holed up in the corner on his phone and not becoming the life of the party and subject of albums full of blackmail photos or causing Victor to fall head over heels? Maybe, though it would be interesting in and of itself to see everything change if he never caught Victor's attention before the viral skate was posted and there was no talk of Victor becoming his coach to plant the idea in Victor's head, and so there was little reaction beyond a like from the v-nikiforov account on the triplets' video and then everyone (but the triplets) forgetting it happened.

But we want instant gratification here so consider that while reading criticisms of his free skate, interrupted by incoming condolence texts about both the Grand Prix and Vicchan, and then combing through photos of Vicchan in his photo gallery, Yuuri inevitably starts to cry again. Then Yuri Plisetsky, becoming the human version of the "How many times do we need to teach you this lesson, Old Man?" Spongebob quote, stomps over (because of course he was closely watching Yuuri from across the room, for reasons that he will deny and are NONE OF ANYBODY'S BUSINESS, SHUT UP) and starts screaming, unheeding of how much attention he attracts.

Victor follows him like a good babysitter and apologizes to Yuuri. "He doesn't know how to behave around people. I voted that we should kennel him along with Makkachin, but Yakov thought it was important that he compete in the final for the Juniors for some reason. Now what's wrong and how can I help?"

 Victor doesn't actually want to ask at first of course. Crying people make him uncomfortable, as we know, but Little Yuri's behavior forces his involvement and, well, seeing Yuuri cry hurts for some reason. 

Yuuri opens up about Vicchan and Victor and Yuri both become instantly 1000% more committed to this cheer up endeavor (First step is not yelling abuse at him, Yuri). 

And then...Hmmm....I'm not sure 

And coming back to see this stream of consciousness response saved in my drafts weeks later I'm still not sure where I would go with this idea except a general "dance battles still happen and photos of a more posed type are taken and numbers are exchanged. Yuuri doesn't bomb Nationals and finishes the season while often texting his new long distance friends with as much flirting as adivce coming from Victor" and then it becomes fuzzy from there and doesn't yet *pop* as an au like it would need to

SO

Let's play out another take:

THE ACCIDENTAL CATFISHING OF YUURI KATSUKI

Yuuri still gets balckout drunk at the baquet. He dances with everyone, strips for the pole, begs Vic to coach him, probably makes out sloppily with Victor until Victor summons restraint or someone else pulls them apart, and so forth all the usual escapades. Everything is the same except Yuuri has pictures and video of his own perspective of the banquet. A selfie series of him and his various dance partners and a mini video journal documenting how soft Victor's hair is in real life and how "WE ARE IN LOVE NOW AND HE'S GOING TO COOOOACH ME, MY VICTORUUU" is a must.

There are also two new contacts in his phone "Rude Russian" and "Better and Sexier Russian." Drunk Yuuri's idea of a joke, obviously, Hungover Yuuri --who remembers nothing but will freak out once he sees the pictures--figures.  Rude Russian must be that little punk that kicked down the bathroom door. As for "sexier and better"....well, he knows who that must be also.

He ignores both contacts for awhile, even when both text him, but eventually he's convinced, probably by Phichit, to not let this opportunity pass him by. He obviously charmed Victor on the dance floor, now he just needs to keep it up through text--which is easy since he can preplan his responses and make every word perfect. It's low pressure and he doesn't have to worry about seeing Victor in person and having a live conversation until Worlds unless he wants to set something up sooner. 

So Yuuri starts texting Better and Sexier Russian and charming him. Just friendly charming though. No sexting. He doesn't want to make Victor think Sober Yuuri is desperate after Drunk Yuuri probably already gave him that impression.

Yuuri deletes Rude Russian's messages or maybe does respond, but with a polite message about how he enjoyed meeting him, even though he really didn't enjoy that much he can remember, and "I can see from the pictures that we had fun in our dance battle, but I don't see what we would have to talk about now" that distances himself. He'd offer to send skating critiques or advice but he remembers the volatile little punk from the bathroom and decides better of it. Better just to say goodbye. 

Except....".Rude Russian" was actually a call out toward Victor Commemorative Photo Nikiforov and "Better and Sexier Russian" was Yuri grabbing Yuuri's phone and imputting his own contact after Yuuri told him "I don't need your number. I already have a Russian's number in there" 

Yuuri is unknowingly trying to start a long distance relationship with Yuri Plisetsky and told Victor not to contact him. 

I don't know how long the misunderstanding could be kept up though, but there's a lot of humor potential and of course at the end Yuri will have to matchmake the actual Victor with Yuuri

it occurs to me that probably the most plausible explanation for why Victor and Yuuri didn't trade phone numbers at the Sochi banquet, and why Yuuri himself has no photos or videos of same, is Yuuri just didn't bring his phone

(or his glasses)

fic prompt, free to a good home: what if he did

[amazingdvils]

@wraith-of-christmas-future asked:

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ My mind went to our discussion --- I couldn't resist. I have no self control. ]

The Brat ran her fingers through her messy hair, pushing loose strands off of her sticky forehead. Normally, she enjoyed the summer heat, especially considering how her chronic pain tended to not flare as badly during the warmer months. However, there was definitely a thing ‘as too hot,’ even for her. And when the heat was so high that the air conditioner wasn’t working as efficiently, even with fans? Yeah, it was too hot even for her at that point.

She sighed, putting her pencil back in its case and stood up, stretching with a groan. Vic knew that she needed to finish this book for her editor, but concentrating was absolutely impossible in this heat. Perhaps she’d try to get up earlier in the morning, before the sun was as high, and make the attempt again. Or maybe she should buy more fans and one of those air conditioning units for the window to put in the art room, which had become the hottest room in the house due to the amount of windows and lack of curtains.

Vic grabbed her cane, leaning heavily on it as she exited the room. A nice cold glass of ice water sounded amazing right now. Perhaps she’d get the water, take off her clothes, and just lay on the floor of the living room with all the fans pointed towards her. Maybe that would actually cool her once in this hell of a heatwave that they were having.

Feeling amused at herself, she entered the living room only to find that Manx had arrived. He must have just gotten there seeing as he hadn’t come to her art room to bother her. Either that or he was actually choosing to behave for once, which she honestly kind of doubted. Was he even capable of behaving?

“When did you get in?” She glanced at him on her way to the kitchen, then did a small double take. Her gaze had gotten caught on his throat, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt. For a second, she felt the urge her press her lips right there and trail kisses and small bites all the way - 

Nope. Vic shook her head, forcing herself to stop that line of thinking as she moved into the kitchen. The heat was clearly getting to her. “Want something to drink? I made sure to have a freezer full of ice since it’s hotter than hell.” She sighed in relief as she opened the freezer, needing a quick break from the heat, goose pimples rising along her sticky skin as the cool air danced across it. “I don’t see how you can wear so many layers when it’s so hot.” She’d chosen to wear a pair of pajama shorts made of thin, almost see through, material and a spaghetti strap tank top and still thought it was too much. 

She closed the freezer and grabbed a glass, one of the few that wasn’t decorated with some comic book character, and set about filling it up. Vic then grabbed a piece of ice, slowly rubbing it on her neck and collarbone, shivering slightly at the coldness. She glanced back at him, eyes once more catching on that loosened collar. God, why did that appeal to her so much? Like a lot of things that Manx did to drive her crazy, it just wasn’t fair.

[mlmmetalhead]

um can we get some more dom!bottom!eddie munson head cannons please?

Eddie Munson NSFW headcanons pt. 2

Sub!Top!Male reader

I'm not ashamed of writing this anymore

The only thing you can ask me for anytime

Part one.

Part three

Part four

WOMEN DNI

Shoutout to this song for bringing me energy needed to write this:

He can be very different when domming, depending on his mood a lot.

As mentioned previously, he'll be paying you back for whatever you've done when you've been in charge.

It also depends on how much time you two have.

Even if he's leaning on more of the masochistic end of the spectrum, the way you sometimes just beg to fuck him gets some hidden desires of his going.

As mentioned in the last part, enjoys cuffing you to the bed and riding you.

What is NOT mentioned in the last part, is that he'll be a cocky shit about it.

"Ask nicely, and you shall receive."

While you can't do anything about it, but just... Ask nicely, which in his context means beg with nearly tears in your eyes, while rutting into his exposed hips.

And you receive, oddly enough.

If him being extremely loud wasn't enough before, now, you can't do anything about it, and he knows it, using it for teasing, practically shouting something along the lines of:

"Ohh my god, Y/N it's so big inside of me, you feel so good..."

Knowing full well it both: annoys you and gets you going.

Whenever you're not tied up, it's like a constant fight between you two, both: with words and actions.

You end up switching positions several times per session, and it would look like an actual fight for someone not involved. But no one's involved but you two.

Whenever he's domming in a bad mood, he's always putting some force in it, no matter what position are you two in.

If you're fucking him in a classic missionary, he'll force you to move faster with his hands and/or legs, either pulling on your shirt and shoulders, or pulling you closer with the force of his legs.

If he's riding you, you won't be given any mercy, as he goes at an inhuman speed, as if milking you.

I just hc that he lets out anger and frustration through rough physical actions, hence rough sex.

I also mentioned him having a hair pulling kink on both sides, so...

That does occur a lot in your sessions, and it once again depends on his mood and intensions.

Because sometimes, he'll just gently tangle his fingers in your hair, ruffling them up and slightly pulling you down to kiss you.

And sometimes, his hands will force their way into your locks, desperately clinging at them, shoving your head up to have Eddie eagerly smash your lips together, or whisper something dirty in your ear.

"Good god I love the feeling of you filling me to the brim."

The difference between when he does dirty talk while subbing and domming, is that if the first case has him say these things all breathy and messed up, while he's in control, he's far more concentrated and calm, which makes your stomach turn.

Enjoys making you watch as he seductively licks off your cum off of your stomach after you finish. He's making eye contact the whole time, a faint smile on his lips.

In the end, it's a little rare for you two to know who's taking which role, upon starting to get heated together, a lot of the times, it's all deciding in the process.

[creativepawsworld]

Silence -Chapter 9

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Original Character

Summary = Thomas finds out about the money. Anastasia has a chat with John Shelby.

Warnings = Language, Fear reaction, Drugs

Word Count = 3762

I was tired, exhausted actually from a sleepless night. I couldn’t get comfortable, my foot was in pain no matter what way I lay in bed, so before the sun had a chance to rise in the sky, I was in the tailor shop.

My morning started with me limping about, getting everything together so I could start on the trousers I needed to finish the suit. My father came in at his normal time of 8am like clockwork. He actually had to do a double take towards me unsure of who it was he was actually seeing in his shop.

“What’s brought you in so early today?” He asked when he noticed my it was just me, surprise on his face as he went to light the fire to take out the cold chill that settles in the shop at night.

“I couldn’t sleep, my foot was in a lot of pain. I couldn't get comfortable.” I tell him with a moan, the only thing that took my mind off the constant throbbing was work. It gave me something to focus and concentrate on.

“Did the doctor give you anything for the pain?” He asked coming over to me once the fire was lit, my mother walking through the door at the same time. A worried look on her face until her eyes landed on mine.

“My dear, I thought you were kidnapped or ran off. Why are you in here so early? What about your breakfast?” She asked, walking towards me, stopping next to my father, arms folded across her chest.

“I’m not hungry mother and no father he didn’t. It is just something I will have to get used.” I answer them both hoping they would just leave me alone. I didn't want to be rude, but I was tired, irritable and definitely not in the mood to be lectured about whether or not I've eaten. when all I did was simply come to work a little earlier.

“Used to what?” My mother asked looking between my father and me.

“Her foot is giving her jip Edith” My father sighed, his hand reaching up to his forehead, rubbing it with his fingers. “You know where to find me if you want some pain relief” He added.

“Thank you, I appreciate it” I nodded. My father sensing, I no longer wanted to talk wrapped his hand around my mother's arm dragging her back into the middle of the shop, telling her quietly that I wanted to be left alone, pain did that to people and having experienced himself, he knew.

The morning was passing by quite nicely, the shop was quiet, no customers which let us get on with work and do what needed to be done. But just as that thought crossed my mind, the peace of the shop was interrupted with the swinging of the door.

The sheer force of the push had the door hitting off the wall with an almighty loud bang causing me to jump. Thomas Shelby stormed through the door, almost breaking it, his face like thunder. His eyes scanned the shop, first landing on the shocked faces of my parents before locking eyes with me.

“Mr and Mrs Adler, would you give me a few moments alone with your daughter?” Thomas asked tight lipped. His voice strained as he spoke. My eyes widened at his request, fear rushing through my body at the thought of being alone with him when he was in this form.

“Mr Shelby, whatever business you have with my daughter you can discuss in front of my wife and I” My father answered, standing slowly to his feet. I could tell he was nervous, but here he was standing his ground in front of the most feared man in Small Heath.

“William” My mother whispered, rushing to her feet and pulling her husband's arm in hope that he would remember who he was speaking to. But my father remained tall, his shoulders back a determined look on his face to prove his point. The bead of sweat forming on his forehead was the only sign that he was nervous.

“No Edith.” He whispered quickly to my mother before turning back to face Thomas Shelby, who was unbothered by my father's words. His eyebrows were raised slightly, however, almost as if he were impressed that my father was finally standing his ground with him.

“I’m sorry Mr Shelby but you cannot come in here and demand to speak with my daughter. Not when there is work to be done. John’s Shelby’s suit is due to be completed tomorrow, my daughter is in charge of it so unless you want to speak freely in front of us all, I’m afraid you will have to arrange a different time.”

“Very well Mr Adler” Thomas spoke calmy, reaching one hand into his coat pocket the other hanging down by his side. He turned his attention back to me, his eyes locking onto mine, my breathing picking up. “The Garrison, 12pm, don’t be late.” He directed with a point of his finger, bidding my parents a farewell and leaving the shop. Leaving behind a silence.

“Bloody hell, I didn’t think he would listen.” My father breathed out a relieved laugh, his hand reaching up to his chest. My mother, unhappy with what just happened smacked him hard on the chest, going back to her workstation with a grunt.

“Why did you do that father?” I asked, standing to my feet the best I could, taking the crutches into my hands using their aid to reach my father. My father had tears in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around me.

“It’s time things change around here Anastasia, life it too precious” He nodded, kissing the crown of my head as he held me in an embrace. “James” My father yelled loudly just as my brother passed the shop no doubt going to work, only to stop at the call of his name.

“Everything alright father?” James asked walking into the shop, a confused look on his face as he looked at the embrace my father had me in.

“On your way home from work tonight, grab a cake and bring it home” My father told him. Taking his arms off me, making sure I was stable on my crutches before turning around and walking to the safe taking out a few pounds. “And bring that girl of yours, it’s a celebration”

“How did you…” James questioned, his eyes immediately finding mine, a disappointed look on his face with the belief that I had betrayed him. Shaking my head furiously at him, I hadn’t opened my mouth to anyone about his new girlfriend.

“It wasn’t your sister son. I’m friends with Frank Worthington, good friends. Have been for years. He told me a few nights ago you were seeing his daughter.”

“I just…”

“It's okay son. Bring the girl, we would love to meet her” My father grinned, patting my brother on the shoulder. I couldn’t understand it, over the last few days my father had taken a complete turn in his personality. Was my brother right, was he on something? Was he taking drugs from the Shelby’s is that why he could stand up to Thomas Shelby?

Once the excitement of everything calmed down, my brother came over towards me questioning what was happening. The pair of us giggling together when I told him how father had stood up to Thomas Shelby.

Confused James look at me for help but all I could was shrug my shoulders. Once the adrenaline began to falter in my father, he took a seat at his desk, laughing to himself as he read over some paperwork.

"What happened in here?" James asked walking me over to my desk, the two of us huddled together as we talked.

"Father stood up to Thomas Shelby." I explained to my brother, the words feelings strange leaving my mouth.

"He what?" James asked, eye wide as he looked down at me, a laugh escaping his throat at the thought of Thomas Shelby being told no by our father.

"Yeah, he wanted to talk to me in private, father told him no. I do have to meet him in the Garrison later, but he stood up to him."

"Why do you have to meet him later? I thought after the barmaid..."

"I don't know, he came here in a terrible mood wanting to speak to me. Nothing will happen James, I will go see what he wants then come home." I explain to him. I didn't want him to know I was nervous, so I hid it as best I could.

“Ana, just be careful yeah.” My brother whispered his face concerned as he looked at me. "When the Shelby's are in a mood, they don't hold back."

“What? You think he might hit me or something if I say the wrong thing.”

“No, Tommy Shelby never lays a hand on women or children. None of the Blinders do. They'd be killed if they did, Tommy wouldn’t think twice about doing it.”

"But that's a good thing is it not?"

"For you yeah, you're a woman" He laughed shaking his head. "I just mean...just be careful okay"

With that my brother had gone off to work, leaving me with the alone wondering what he was trying to say. Looking over my shoulder my parents had gone back to work, I glanced at the clock on the wall I had a half an hour to get to the Garrison.

“Ana, we best be going. It will take some time walking to the Garrison with you in crutches.” My father spoke up noticing me looking at the clock in the shop.

“Father, you can’t come with me. Mr Shelby will simply not allow it.”

“No but I can walk you, now let’s go” He insisted grabbing both his and my coat off the hook. Once ready, we walked into the streets, my father spoke first about my progress with John's suit before informing me that he had another friend who had a single son if I was interested.

"I'm okay for now father but thanks" I laughed at his straightforward nature but if the truth was to be told I still wanted Thomas Shelby and until I was over that, I wouldn't find it fair to entertain another.

"Are you sure? He is a lovely boy..." He tries to continue but I stop in my tracks, allowing him to see my face. "Alright then fine, it was just an option. Your mother and I would love to be grandparents one day you know"

"It's a good thing James is in a relationship then isn't it" I laughed letting him take my arm once more, the Garrison just in front of us.

"Yes, I guess it is. I just want you to be looked after Anastasia. In case something was to happen, you know?"

"Do you know something I don't?" I asked, was my father dying? Was that the reason he changed so quickly? Did the idea of dying give him the strength he needed to stand up to Thomas?

"Don't worry about me" he tells me once we reach the doors of the Garrison. "Be safe now, I love you" He smiled placing a kiss to my cheek as we stood outside the doors.

“I will, love you father” I smile softly, turning in my crutches, my father opened the door allowing me to enter. The atmosphere in the pub was silent, scarily quiet.  Men were hunched over their beers looking like they were afraid to breathe or move.

Thomas Shelby must be here.

“Can I help you, Miss?” The barmaid Grace asked as I limped through the door, looking around for the blue-eyed man that had summoned my presence.

“Mr Shelby has asked to see me, is he here yet?” I asked turning my attention to the blond in front of me. My brother’s friends were right, she was a very pretty woman. Much prettier than me. No wonder Thomas chose to take her to the races, I would never compare.

“Your, Mr Shelby’s guest?” She asked with a surprised tone and an almost look of disgust on her face which I couldn’t understand. “Right this way then.” She huffed once I nodded my head, knocking on the door of the snug, a cold ‘come’ shouted out allowing Grace to open the door revealing Thomas Shelby. He sat near the service window, smoke in his hand and a glass of whiskey in front of him.

“Thank you, Grace, that will be all” he told the barmaid his eyes never leaving my body as I hobbled towards the other side of where he was sitting taking the seat I had previously occupied when visited this part of the Garrison with Polly.

“You wanted to see me” I huffed tiredly, welcoming the soft chair beneath me.  Having the crutches had me using double my strength and energy which had me feeling tired pretty much all the time. Although I was used to physically using the crutches, I wasn’t used to the zap of energy I would feel because of them.

The room was silent, Thomas didn’t respond to me, instead his eyes checked over my appearance, probably still curious as to what had happened my foot before reaching into his suit jacket, tossing a bundle of notes towards me, the same bundle of notes I had returned to Polly, only two nights ago.

“What is that?” He asked pointing towards the notes.  His voice was calm and there was no anger on his face, it was indifferent. As I thought carefully about my next words, Thomas reached forward taking his glass, holding an amber liquid swirling it briefly before taking the whole thing in one gulp, pouring himself another as he waited for an answer.

“I believe it is the money you left behind on the night of the bonfire.” I smiled innocently, flickering my eyes up to his briefly before returning my gaze to his glass of whiskey.  I could really do with a glass myself right about now.

I felt confident in my approach to the man in front of me as he didn't appear to be upset anymore, he seemed calmer and the fact my brother said he would never hit a woman had me feeling better, knowing he wouldn't touch me.

“I’m not in the mood for games Anastasia” Thomas sighed, shaking his head at me. “Why did you return the money?” He asked, his voice sounding more forceful. His blue eyes suddenly glaring at me, his patience wearing thin as he continued to wait for an answer, I had no intentions of giving him.

But then something in him snapped.

 Slamming down a hand with an almighty bang on top of the table, the bottle of whiskey jumping almost off the table, his glass spilling some of its liquid. The unexpected reaction terrified me, a scream leaving my lips as he bent forward to look at me, his face became redder the madder he got. His once calm, stoic blue eyes were swimming in fury as he stared at me. “Why have you returned this?”

“B-because I d-don’t need it” I tell him, cowering back within myself. Whatever confidence I had found earlier, evaporating.

“You don’t need it?” He laughed but it wasn’t a pleasant laugh, quite the opposite, it was dark, twisted.  “All of a sudden you don’t need it? You don’t need the money but you kept the boots?” He asked.

I could tell he was trying to remain calm; his fingers gripped the glass of his whiskey tightly; his knuckles were almost white. I completely forgot about the boots that were left for me at the shop. The excitement of taking over John Shelby’s custom had blinded me; it was a slip of the mind.

“Mr Shelby…”

“Don’t, don’t you call me that.” He growled, slamming the glass on the table, the liquid sloshing over the sides again as he pointed a warning finger at me “You know my name. You know how to say it” He accused leaning even closer to me, I could feel his breathe on my face as his eyes burned into mine. “Say it, say my name”

“Thomas” I whispered, looking away his eyes, I adverted my gaze to my lap, pulling at my fingers hoping this would be over sooner rather than later.

“What was that?” He asked reaching over and placing a hand under my chin pulling it up so I was looking at him. I could feel my lip quiver as I looked into the blue eyes that was once my favourite colour.

“Thomas” I spoke a little more clearer, tears filling my eyes. I tried my hardest to hold them back, I tried to think about anything else, but I felt nothing but fear and pain.

“See wasn’t that hard now, was it?” He asked. Unsure if my voice would work again, I shook my head a tear falling from my eye. “Now why are you crying eh? I’m not going to hurt you; I’d never hurt you.” Emotion finally finding its way back into his eyes. It was like the tear had brought him back to humanity.

Letting go of my chin, allowing it to fall, he was back fully into his chair with a loud sigh, running his hands down his face. Reaching up I quietly brushed away the tears, not wanting him to see any more in case it annoyed him further.

An awkward silence fell over the two of us, Thomas was trying to control his temper and I was trying to be as quiet as possible, the tears refusing to stop running down my face. My eyes darted to Thomas when I sensed movement almost flinching away from him as he leaned over placing a cautious hand on my arm. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when the door of the snug opened, revealing his younger brother John.

“Tom, Arthur needs you down at Charlie's yard, something about guns?” He panted, his eyes glancing between his brother and myself.

“Fuck sake, make sure she gets home alright” Thomas spoke his voice returning back to normal. There was no angry, no annoyance, he had managed to calm himself. Without a word he left the snug area leaving me alone with John.

I reached to the side grabbing my purse, standing and placing the crutches under my arms as quickly as I could wanting nothing more than to go home.

“No wait, sit” John declared, his voice softer than the last time I heard it in this very same room. "Grace, give us two more glasses yeah?” He called to the blonde barmaid, who handed them over immediately. "Tommy can be a right asshole when he wants to be, try not an take it personal” He told me pouring two glasses of whiskey passing one over to me and taking the seat Thomas had once occupied.

“Is there anything else Mr Shelby?” Grace asked hanging around the service window.

“No close that will ya” John shook his head not sparing a look at the barmaid, using his hand to point at the window. “He has a lot of stuff going on at the minute with Kimber, our Ada and the police. You giving the money just sent him over the edge.”

“I was returning it, it wasn’t mine to begin with” I replied in a hush tone, afraid I would upset yet another Shelby. But my words had the man laughing. Confused I couldn’t understand what I had said that was so funny.

“If Arthur or myself left that money then yes you would have been returning it but not Tommy. When he gives you money, you keep it”

“I didn’t feel comfortable with it”

“Should donate it then. Give it to someone, fucking burn it but never return it” John gestured to the money still sitting on the table. Sighing to myself I knew I had no choice; this was the man’s brother giving me some friendly advice and I would be stupid to ignore it.  Reaching forward I grabbed the cash putting it back in my purse. “Smart choice. I know being involved with us isn’t for everyone but you’re not doing too bad"

“I’m not involved with you Mr Shelby” I tell him taken back by his comment, yes, I had a few dealings with Tommy and his aunt has practically taken me under her protection for reasons beyond me but that didn’t mean I was involved.

“Call me John and do you really believe that?” He asked, eyebrow raised as he looked at me, a smile on his face. I could tell he was trying to decide whether I was playing with him or not. “Ana, can I call you Ana?” He asked with a sigh deciding that I was truly clueless.

“Yeah”

“Okay, Ana. You’re not a stupid girl, your well educated. So, tell me do you think you could walk away from my family and not have any of them come looking for you? Honestly” He asked leaning back in his chair, the glass of whiskey in his hand. He stared across from me, an almost sympathetic look on his face.

Reaching forward, taking the glass of whiskey he had poured for me I gulped most of its contents as I thought about my answer. He was right. Thomas may have chosen the barmaid instead of me but that didn’t stop him looking for me and his aunt Polly, I’d never be free of her she had said it herself.

“No” I whispered as John nodded his head, already knowing the answer. With another sigh he leaned forward in his chair, his hand patting my thigh, a comforting smile on his face.

“I like you Ana, but I wouldn’t want to be you.”

“Why?” I asked taken back by his words.

“We had a choice; it wasn’t much of a choice, but it was a choice. Your choice has been taken from you” He commented with a small shake of his head.

Furrowing my eyebrows at the younger Blinder, trying to connect the dots he was talking about but nothing fitting together. “Tommy likes you Anastasia and what Tommy wants, Tommy gets.” He clicked his tongue much like his older brother does, finishing another glass of whiskey in front of me “And what Tommy wants is you”  

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[transcript under the cut]

Other advice posts that may be of interest:

All About Procrastination

How To Study When You Really Don’t Want To

Common Study Mistakes

7 Strategies to Improve Concentration

Tip 11 - Video Yourself or Do a Timelapse

I actually discovered this strategy not that long ago but now it is absolutely one of my most valuable strategies. The best thing is that it is so simple to do!

It really works well because the video puts some pressure on you to look like you are studying. You can't stop in the middle to play with your pen or stare into space. You just have to keep going so you power through work.

It's also so satisfying when you are finished to see visual proof of how much you have completed!

Tip 12 - Accept that Some Days You are Going to Get Very Little Done

This may seem a little bit odd to put on a post that is meant to avoid getting nothing done but it’s actually a very important thing to remember.

Sometimes you need to take days off because otherwise, you are going to burn out. Some days you are just not going to be in the right mindset for studying because maybe you are exhausted after a big exam, or you have a headache or you feel unwell.

You just need to accept it, draw a line under it, take time for yourself, and resolve to work tomorrow once you feel a bit better. There is no shame in taking time to make sure you stay healthy.

If you can, try to get your quickest, easiest task done so you have some sense of accomplishment.

Tip 13 - "Churn It Out and F*@k Off!"

This was my mum’s motto when she was studying and working in academia. She recently told it to me when I was getting stressed about all the big tasks during online school.

Like I'm certain many of you are too, I am a perfectionist and I always want to hand in my very best work and put 100% into everything. But honestly that is impossible.

Some days you just need to get stuff done and if that isn’t your very best then it doesn’t matter too much because at least you did it. It's also probably better than you think it is. Once you get it done you can just forget about it and move on.

Tip 14 - Ask a Friend or Parent to Check Up on You

When you are studying by yourself, it can be hard to motivate yourself because you know that no one is actually going to check whether you made those notes or did the reading.

So ask a friend or someone you live with to check whether you’ve done the work or get them to read essays. You then get an external reason to study or do your tasks because you need to show them something.

Tip 15 - Rephrase How You Think of Tasks

When you think that ‘I need to do this task’ or ‘I have to get this done’, a lot of the time this causes unneeded stress and anxiety. Also, it makes it seem like you are being forced to do something and human beings generally don’t respond well to that.

So try to change your language when thinking about task into one that is more forgiving such as: ‘I choose to do this project so that I can go meet my friends tomorrow’ and ‘I choose to read this book now because it will help me in the lecture next week’. This is probably the most difficult strategy that I've shared and it will take a lot of practice . However, in the long term, it can help you change the way in which you view studying for the better.

[outro-tsukki]

ripple // kamisato ayato

a/n: helloooo i rise from the dead to drop this here!! ngl,,,, i don't know if this is good or not I worked on this rather than my english essay haha

idk if i'd write more for genshin but i had the Urge™ to write something for ayato also this is not proof read or anything i am out here raw dogging it

reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated too hehe^^ also feel free to request some stuff I may not get to it right away but it does get me thinking

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cw: slight mention of sewer slide (very much in a /j sort of way),, gn reader, reader is also a bit of a 'tsundere' towards ayato

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“Then,” you hiss, eyes glancing at the cup in his hands for just a moment to glare daggers into the blue blood before you, “If you know I do not tolerate your very being, why must you request my presence?”

You make a point to force his name out through bared teeth, showing your “distaste” for the man. 

“Oh, well,” he hums nonchalantly, a charming yet smug smile graces his lips, “that’s because you’re a liar.”

“Not only do you waste my precious time that could very well be spent training, but you have the audacity to call me a liar? Others may fear you for your title, but not me, I won’t hesitate to shut that pretty little face of yours up, Kamisato.” 

Ayato merely chuckles, placing the cup of tea before you. He had finished making it. Your eyes quickly glance over at the design. It was similar to the cup Ayaka had as a delicate painting of a camellia stared at you.  With a slight amount of concentration, you spin the cup around, making sure you’re drinking from the opposing side from what he had placed before you. You take a sip of the liquid, as he speaks up once more.

“If you’re done with your empty threats, there’s something I’d like to tell you. Pleasing news, I’m sure.”

With a huff you decide to tone it down if just for a moment. You’d hear what he had to say first, and then go back home, possibly taking Thoma in the process. He was the only person (well, actually Ayato was the only major problem as you were greatly fond of Ayaka) keeping you sane. 

“I am in love with you.”

The tea in your throat feels like it’s solidified, caught in your throat with no way of going up or down. With a few brief instances of very unpleasant dry-heaving, you manage to swallow it down, hating the way it harshly drags itself down your throat. The ceramic cup collides with the table in a soft thud, and some of the tea sloshes out the side. Ayato gazes carefully at the surface of the cup, the remaining liquid tells him all he needs to know.

“You what!?”

“You heard me, (L/n). I am in love with you. I have been since we were children. And I know you hold the same affections for me.”

You feel your face burn, there is a sweltering heat that sticks to the tips of your ears, and you feel as if you stared at yourself in the mirror, perhaps you’d find steam rising out of the top of your head. 

“Wh-what makes you so con-confident that I have fe-feelings for someone li-like you?” 

Smooth. That sure let him know you were confident.

“There’s an interesting thing about water, you know. When the waters are stormy and tempestuous - much like your abrasive actions towards me - they are unclear and hard to see. One can easily get lost in turbulent waves. 

However, when the waters still and become serene, even the slightest ripple tells all.”

“I… I don’t understand! What the hell does water have anything to do with the things you keep spouting?”

Ayato giggles before a lithe finger points at your cup.

“I can see them, you know. The ripples of your beating heart within this realm of still waters.”

Still confused by his cryptic manner of speaking, you’re not quite sure how to react. As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. You were in love with him, and just as he had said for you, you had fallen for him way back when you were both children. 

However, you’d much rather slit your stomach open than admit to any of that to his face.  It didn’t matter anyhow, he wasn’t the person you had fallen for then. Not anymore anyway.

Caught up in your thoughts, you fail to realize that he had gotten up and out of his seat. And you only take a moment to realize this when you feel his voice rumble throughout your body. 

“I know when your heartbeat quickens around me, as well as when it skips a beat. And it’s very clear to see, you’re only this way when you’re around me.”

“You’re very full of yourself, you know that, Kamisato?”

You had then turned around to look at him, failing to realize how close he had been to you. Rather than that usual devious and scheming face of his, you’re met with serious and hardened azure eyes. His lips are a tight line and a rosy pink dust on his cheeks. 

“If you recall the person I once was, then you know that I am not one to play with something as important as your heart. I speak the truth and the truth only.”

Your heart drums in your chest, and at this point it doesn’t matter if the ripples within the teacup give you away, you’re sure he can hear it loud and clear. 

"I'm going to say it once again," his hand reaches out to grab your own, and you curse yourself for the way your fingers twitch the moment his own make contact with your skin. His thumb gently rubs at the back of your hand as he softly clears his throat once more, "I am in love with you. And it may be that I am wrong and I may have misunderstood, but is it safe to say that you feel the same?"

"...you're...not wrong..."

"Pardon?"

"You're not wrong," You say loudly, face boiling and all, "I'm in love with you too."

A sort of look of relief flashes across his face, as a sigh leaves his lips. He briefly releases your hand to cover his face with his own, and if you hadn't been looking at him, you would've missed the bright pink tint decorating his ear tips.

"I was afraid I was going to be wrong," He confesses in a soft and muffled voice, "I know I haven't been the kindest to you and in turn that led to you becoming so abrasive towards me. I understand and I apologize for that."

"I was only rude 'cause you were being irritating," You grumble, "Maybe if you stopped being such a 'rascal' I'd be nicer. "

"Again, my apologies," He finally lowers his hand to reveal his face to you, a gentle expression on his face, "...is there anyway I can make it up to you?"

"Well, it is going to take a while for me to fully pardon your actions, however... I'm sure there's something you can do."

"...you're going to hold this against me for a while, aren't you?"

"It's only fair, don't you think? Pushing me away for so long."

"Well, if it means that I finally get to be at your side, then perhaps your punishment will be worthwhile."

In one fluid movement, he takes ahold of your hands once again, this time pressing his lips to the skin of each one.

You two sit there for a brief moment, hands interlocked and fond gazes upon both your faces. However, you had the slight itch for something more. Something along the lines of an embrace and perhaps even a kiss? Ayato offers a smile as your eyes quickly flit to his lips and back to his gaze once again. As your eyes meet his once again, his smile only grows. The asshole knows of your urge to kiss him, and despite the lovey-dovey disposition he had moments ago, he wanted to tease you just as much as you were teasing him earlier.

"Ayato, if you really don't take the hint and kiss me-"

"Oh? Is a kiss what you want? You should've just asked, my beloved."

That chuckle of his makes your blood boil, but at the same time, the way his hands gently hold your face sets your heart aflutter. His lips feather against your own, and just as you were going to feel the pressure of his lips against your own, he pulls away, leaving you to chase after him. His chuckle bubbles into a giggle as you glare at him with a flustered expression, and in wave of frustration you take matters into your own hands, slotting your lips against his own.

"Don't push it, Kamisato."

[that-yandere-life]

So… What about yan Tony with a fem s/o who is incredibly in awe with his mind? Like, she knows who he is but her world is not his world and then he’s like babbling about something that he created and she’s like “woooow, that’s so nice!! You so smart!!! but can you fix my pc?? it’s really slow” kind of thing 😂😂😂😂 i think he’d be intrigued.

[Warnings: Yandere Themes *Obviously*, just fluff really.]

Tony had just been hanging out in the lab for most of the day, tinkering and playing with his latest invention he was putting the finishing touches on.

Basically it was like a drone but more advanced and hopefully a great asset on missions to get a closer look at a situation without actually going in, giving them more insight rather than being blind.

Pepper and yourself walked into the lab without him even realizing at first, that is until she cleared her throat breaking him from his concentration, annoyed initially until he gazed upon you.

Asking what he could help you both with, a friendly smile growing on his features as he winked at you, seeing you get a little flustered at the action.

Introducing you as her new assistant who would be his new liason when he needed anything business related, or they needed to speak to him about anything business related.

Getting a phone call she answered it, listening to the caller on the other end before huffing in frustration hanging it up, telling you to stay with Tony as she had something that she needed to attend to before the tour could continue.

Eagerly you began asking questions about what he was working on, entirely fascinated by everything you were surrounded by, never before encountering anything like it.

Immediately he began explaining the machine he had created, all the pieces that went into it, it’s intended function, even firing it up and taking a picture of you with it, showing you on his computer screen.

Mentioning how this was the first of many if it proved to be an asset, listing off all the things that it could be worth using it for other than its reason for creation in the first place, adding that it would not be accessible to the military long having retired from the destruction game.

Listening to every word, completely lost in his eager expressions, noting how handsome he was especially when he was passionate about the topic, wishing you could hear him speak for hours.

Realizing he had gone off on a tangent as he was apt to do, he asked if he was boring or confusing you with his explanation, noting that he had gotten far more technical than he anticipated.

Shaking your head you replied that while you didn’t understand all of it, you got the gist of what he was saying, not being technologically sound but that didn’t mean it didn’t interest you just the same.

Asking what you meant by that, you pulled your laptop out of your leather bag and opened it showing how slow it was moving, and how it was nearly impossible to get any work done on it.

Inquiring if he could fix it for you since he clearly knew his way around computers, having to force himself to keep from laughing, instead chuckling a little before getting to work.

Immediately he saw the problem, you had no antivirus software, it was completely riddled with viruses causing it to malfunction horrifically, knowing that the only way to fix it was to completely wipe it and start again.

Instead he went and grabbed a flash drive, moving over anything that wasn’t infected, saving everything he could before retrieving a new Stark laptop of his own design that was typically provided to Avenger’s.

Booting it up he transferred your files over and installed the best antivirus program on the market, setting it up to scan everyday and notify him of any potential threats, explaining to you what he was doing throughout the entire process.

Watching him you were in awe of his kindness and his ability to make sure you understood what he was doing in a way that was easily digestible for you once he figured out that it wasn’t your thing.

Honestly he was just enjoying your company, like being heard for his intelligence rather than what he could do to save the world as most people wanted to hear about when they encountered him.

Showing you all the included features that would make your job a lot easier from then on, optimizing it for how you wanted and needed it to function in your day to day life, taking in every word you said.

Somewhere along the lines he couldn’t help but study your features, watching your eyes light up as you recognized how this would change the game for you, shocked when you eagerly embraced him thanking him for assisting you.

Somehow you had made the Tony Stark blush with your actions, something he was rather glad there was no one around but you to see, as it would definitely be cause for teasing from anyone else.

Telling you that you were welcome, he wrapped his arms around your form as well relishing in the warmth you provided, finding himself saddened when you parted from each other.

Once Pepper returned it was time for you to continue on your journey of being introduced to the tower, he felt hollow missing the way you spurred him on, asking everything and anything about his abilities.

Sending him into a whole new kind of planning, a plot to steal you from Pepper’s employ transferring you to his own, he wouldn’t stop until you were his, that was a promise he made to himself at that moment.

[Thank you for this idea, it made for an adorable meet cute! I hope that you enjoy where I took it, and that it was what you were imagining! <3]

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Mc falling asleep next to them

Lucifer:

he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller

you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago

pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)

"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate

you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him

so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time

yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well

after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world

"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate

he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat

how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough

nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep

he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa

he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth

"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."

Mammon:

"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."

he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around

once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling

with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking

you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin

"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom

you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...

be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now

helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now

and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap

Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed

Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you

he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well

"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"

Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow

Leviathan:

it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine

surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you

the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning

"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want

you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty

you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess

you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness

you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing

afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake

the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...

Levi.exe has stopped working

there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now

Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...

"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma

"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..

Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later

he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms

"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."

Satan:

Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room

While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences

Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea

but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority

there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not

every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...

"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf

"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you

"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low

having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand

as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?

You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping

He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library

"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"

Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you

Asmodeus:

Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast

he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram

he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account

but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well

Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...

While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep

"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't

then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position

Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put

the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good

"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"

Beelzebub:

you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week

most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours

you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you

you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got

the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing

so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench

the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary

"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth

but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons

"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot

but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there

just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."

Belphegor:

so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed

I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well

if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan

but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...

honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...

and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket

to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep

after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood

"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position

"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry

"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"

Diavolo:

yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could

what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you

well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour

you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up

so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him

after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse

Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you

"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document

you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long

your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it

your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write

after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly

"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible

he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud

you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you

"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"

Barbatos:

"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"

you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own

you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos

and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session

Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early

you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up

"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you

the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later

"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry

the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out

the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep

as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later

"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept

"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."

Solomon:

learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring

like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!

so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?

listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!

You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly

"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright

"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..

the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke

after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him

Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm

"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this

"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."

Simeon:

He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week

you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened

you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost

"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings

he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process

while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you

you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard

"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night

only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here

it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation

"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"

Luke:

Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies

Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much

you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup

you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun

"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...

over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie

unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke

Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene

"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie

Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night

"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"

[moririki]

⤷ PUSHING THE LIMITS

TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER -> 2.7K
you decide to see how far you can push your boyfriend before he snaps

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CONTAINS -> SMUT!!!!!, bratty reader i GUESS, uhm my second smut ever so quality won't be amazing, fingering, oral (giving), unprotected sex, , tsukki teasing you <3, but hes also soft at the end brrr
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> WOOOWOOOO 100 FOLLOWERS EVENT IS A GO!!! sry about the quality dipping halfway through i did not write this in one sitting ✌️

YOU KNEW THAT YOU WERE COMING OVER TO YOUR BOYFRIEND'S DORM TO STUDY, but when he greeted you with a searing kiss that was enough to have you trying to catch your breath, you realised that he may or may not be wanting to play dirty. he had a history project, you had an essay to finish, the two of you were fairly busy. luckily working together in a comfortable silence worked surprisingly well for the both of you. most of the time, anyway.

but you were still reeling from his kiss and your thoughts were straying far from the subject material needed to finish your paper. only ten minutes in to your study session, you were ready to call it a night and spend some quality time with tsukishima. currently, the two of you were lying side by side on his bed, trying not to slip off the edge due to how narrow it was. while your pen had stilled on its page, tsukishima was rapidly typing away on his laptop with slightly furrowed brows.

even with his facial features scrunched up, you still found yourself admiring your boyfriend's face as he concentrated on his project. the reflection of the laptop on his glasses only added to the look, and you almost found yourself sighing dreamily at how handsome he looked.

"quit staring, idiot," tsukishima mumbled without glancing up from his work. when you didn't make a single movement to follow his suggestion, his eyes flicked towards you with an unimpressed expression adorning his face. he raised a hand from the jeyboard to flick your forehead lightly, just enough to make you huff and return to your notebook. though yiu already had gotten the structure and general points already planned out, the actual construction of your essay was yet to happen. instead, you twirled your pen before raising it to your lips. you bit your lip in mock thought on just how to start writing your essay, though a more satisfying result occured when you heard a sharp intake of breath from beside you.

you tried not to look too smug as you turned to look at your boyfriend in amusement.

"look who's staring now, kei," you smiled up at him and he glowered at you.

"bite your lip once more, i dare you." you only giggled at his threat, seeing as he was playing directly into your hand.

but now you had to play a waiting game, so you went back to your essay. you even managed to complete an opening paragraph before deciding to ramp things up a notch.

you faked a yawn, arching your back as you stretched before rolling over, closer to tsukishima. you ended up on your back, practically underneath him, with his golden eyes watching you carefully. they remained trained on your face as you batted your eyelashes at him, before trailing down to your mouth again as you oh-so-carefully tugged your bottom lip between your teeth.

you barely had time to blink before you found yourself really lying underneath him, one of his hands resting against your face, his thumb coaxing your bottom lip back out from your teeth. the other had collected your hands, pinning them above your head by the wrist with ease.

"i thought i told you not to do that again, hm?" despite his tone, kei's eyes had some glint of mischief in them, enough to make you squirm under his grasp.

"oops." the way the smile never dropped from your face did little to convince kei that you were sincere, but he knew you were looking for some sort of reaction when you held his gaze as you parted your lips, softly biting the tip of his thumb.

you watched the way his eyes darkened from above and his grip on your wrists tightened. kei surged forwards, pressing his lips to yours roughly and you grinned as you kissed him back with as much vigour. the hand that had been on your jaw now travelled downwards before reaching your bare thigh.

kei gripped it harshly, hiking it up roughly to latch around his waist. you hummed into the kiss at the sensation, digging your heel into his back to feel some friction from his crotch rubbing against your thigh. kei groaned at the sensation, breaking the kiss to glare at you.

"you're such a brat."

"yeah, but you love me." you grinned up at him, face flushed and body practically buzzing from his touch.

kei muttered a "whatever" before kissing you again, harder than before. his hips rolled against yours, making your breath hitch in your throat. you tried to free your wrists to wrap your arms around his shoulders, anything to get him closer to you, but it was futile. kei snickered at your attempt to overpower him, though he had some mercy when he pulled away again to slip off your shorts with his free hand. you clamped your thighs together when you were left in just your underwear and under the scrutiny of your boyfriend.

"don't go shy on me now, pretty," kei teased you, rubbing soft circles into the plush of your thighs with his thumb. you flustered at the pet name, but let him part your legs and hook a finger along the waistband of your panties and drag them down your legs ever so slowly.

the cold air of the room made you clench slightly, but kei blowing on your pussy made you gasp and squirm in his hold. kei smirked at your reaction, trailing a single pretty finger of his around your entrance, humming at how wet you already were.

"you're really making my job a lot easier, pretty," he muttered, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he slowly slipped a single finger inside you. you sucked in a shaky breath as he curled it inside you, feeling him reach the spongy spot which had you tensing and moaning softly.

his palm rested against your clit, the slight roughness of it proving to be enough stimulation. you found your hips raising, desperate for more friction, but kei's hand stilled as you whined from underneath him.

"come on, what happened to being patient?" he teased. you managed to glare back at him, before kei dipped his head again and decorated the column of your neck with deliberate kisses that had your head tilted back with pleasure. kei's finger started moving again, leaving your body blistering with sensations that were quickly building up to your release.

kei soon added another finger, with you moaning at the additional stretch. he scissored them inside you, stretching your walls out and leaving your toes curling. with his lips never stopping from administering hickeys all across your collarbones, you felt the heady buzz of an orgasm start to wash over you. you felt your lower stomach tighten in anticipation, only for it all to be ripped away from you at the last minute as kei removed his fingers from your hole, now sopping wet with your slick.

"what do you say that we put your mouth to good use, huh?" you could only nod at tsukishima's suggestion as your chest rose and fell rapidly, head still spinning from being taken so close to the edge. you just about registered tsukishima raising his hand and bringing his souled fingers to your mouth.

without a single word from him, your lips parted and you welcomed his two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them softly to clean them and tasting yourself on him. kei groaned at how compliant you were, pulling his fingers free before connecting your lips with his once again. he could taste the faintest trace of you on your tongue, and this dragged a soft moan from him that went through you like a shock if electricity.

with that, tsukishima finally released your wrists, leaning back before getting off of the bed. he grabbed hold of your ankles, dragging you until you were seated at the edge of the bed right in front of him, staring up at him expectantly with your heartbeat running wild. kei almost cooed at the lovestruck expression in your eyes, but he chose to lean back, eyes appraising your figure in a leisurely manner.

"strip for me." you almost took a double take at his words, though the tone showed just hiw serious he was being. his eyes were hungry as they zeroed in on your fingers curling around the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head fluidly so that your top half matched your bottom. "aww, aren't you eager," kei crooned, his hand cradling your face. if you weren't blushing profusely from his remark you might have asked him about his own flushed cheeks.

instead, you diverted your attention to his own shirt, tugging at it softly to prompt him to do the same as you had seconds ago. kei caught on quickly, tugging the material over his head along with your help, your hands smoothing over his toned skin as soon as it was revealed. with your wrists finally freed, you could touch him just as much as you wanted, and you did. your fingers trailed down his sides and back up again, tracing patterns into his skin. you decoded to be brave, hooking your fingers into his waistband and pulling his body closer to you, to which kei gladly complied.

then your mouth was on him, leaving open mouthed kisses that trailed dangerously lower down his v-line. you came back up, making sure to suck a hickey into the skin just above his hip where a rare mole rested. you heard another shaky intake of breath from your lover, and felt a small jab of satisfaction at the sound. you felt fingers thread theough your hair, before pulling on it and forcing your head back until you were locking eyes with tsukishima.

"i think your mouth can do something else now, hm?" you nodded as best as you could, pulling your lip between your teeth as you focused on the rather visible bulge under your boyfriend's sweatpants. you curled fingers underneath his waistband once more, pulling both his sweats and boxers down in one go.

kei's dick, now freed, slapped against his stomach, already leaking precum that had inevitably soaked the material of his boxers. you pumped his length with your hand a few times, able to slide it up and down easily due to his precum, before taking him into your mouth.

no matter how many times you've done this, you still struggled to fully swallow his length. you still managed a great amount, and the rest was handled with your hand. you bobbed your head, setting your own pace and resisting the urge to gag when you felt his tip hit the back of your throat.

you settled into a rhythm, relaxing your jaw and placing a hand on his thigh to brace yourself. you coukd hear his groans from above you and it spurred you on, even thiugh your lungs were starting to burn from a lack of breathing.

before the sensation got unbearable, kei laced his fingers in your hair and pulled you away from his dick. when you looked up at his face you couldn't help but admire how pretty your boyfriend was all over again. while last time he had been focusing on a history project, his cheeks were flushed and he was out of breath, even going ahead and biting his own lip now. you thought the urge to be sarcastic about it.

"fuck, pretty, i can't wait," kei groaned, his fingers finding purchase on your hips and helping you lift them. in one swift motions, you hd been turned so that now you were on your hands and knees, feet hanging off the edge of the bed. you felt a hand smooth over the small of your back before kei leaned over you, his body radiating warmth as he pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder- a nonverbal question as to whether you were ok. when you looked back at his face and nodded, your boyfriend grinned before turning his attention to his dick.

he used a hand to position it, just barely parting your folds. you whined at the contact and how kei was teasing you, running the tip between your folds as you squirmed.

"kei, please," you pleaded breathily, and the hand that he rested on your back stilled.

"that's all you had to say, pretty," he mumbled, before pushing into you.

you moaned at the sensation, enjoying the stretch of him filling you up as he bottomed out. after a few moments of him staying still, you reached behind you to squeeze his hand and remind him that yes, he could in fact move.

at your confirmation kei placed his hands on your hips, keeping them still as he pulled out then thrusted back in, eliciting a soft moan from you. kei groaned in unison, the timbre of his voice making you clench around him. his hips never stilled, picking up a pace that had you moaning unashamedly and fisting kei's bedsheets as his dick hit the spot inside you which had you seeing stars.

a particularly hard thrust had you falling to your elbows as your arms gave out. the new angle only helped kei hit deeper and you practically screamed into the sheets at the stimulation.

"kei, fuck!" you barely sounded coherent, and the sound of your fucked-out voice just spurred kei on with his brutal pace. his thrusts were starting to lose their rhythm, though, and kei could tell that you were close too from the erratic spasms of your walls.

you couldn't even warn him that you were going to cum when kei brought a hand down to your clit, providing just that extra amount of friction to send you over the edge with a cry. that didn't stop kei from thrusting into you, helping you ride out your high as he let out a groan from the feeling of you clamping down around him.

he indulged in a few more thrusts before pulling out, pumping his length to finish before cumming on the shallow dip of your lower back. he then rather unceremoniously flopped down onto the bed next to you, joining you in the breathless afterglow of both of your orgasms.

after a few minutes, he rolled over to pepper kisses along your shoulderblade and run a hand down your back, careful to avoid the mess that he made.

"you feel like finishing that essay now, brat?" you giggled at his question, curling your hand around his as your spent body regained still regained strength.

"mm, maybe tomorrow," you hummed. kei kissed your shoulder one last time before getting up, padding off to the bathroom to clean himself up. you heard the distant sound of a tap running for a few seconds before kei came back to you, wet towel in hand. you felt the warmth of it against your back as kei cleaned you up, before handing it to you to clean the rest of yourself as he pulled on his sweatpants.

after you finished, he then handed you his sweatshirt, helping your tired arms to pull it over your head so that you were swaddled in the cloth.

the two of you lay down in tsukishima's bed, your back to his chest as you shared the same pillow. with the average hours of sleep that you both got as university students, this rest was needed. one of kei's hands came up

to tilt your face to look at his before he captured your lips in a kiss, albeit softer than the others he had given you earlier.

"goodnight, brat," he whispered to you.

"love you too, tsukki," you mumbled, already feeling the embrace of sleep tugging you towards unconsciousness. your boyfriend tugged you closer as well, pressing his face into your shoulder and making you grin in the dark.

that smile only widened when you heard the quietest love you too escape his lips minutes later, when he thought you had fallen asleep.

"i heard that, you know." kei only grumbled, squeezing you tighter.

"no you didn't, go to sleep."

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[lucy90712]

first kick (pregnancy series)

Series masterlist

George:

Me and George have been having a super chill weekend together after a few busy weeks which he has tried not to do throughout the pregnancy because he wants to spend time with me and enjoy it but sometimes work just takes over and thats ok and he knows that but he still feels bad. We have been watching a lot of movies today now that our baby can hear things we have to introduce her to our favourite films like Harry Potter which we have been binging all day.

About halfway through the 4th film George went to get more snacks for us because I was really craving popcorn today. When he left I thought I felt movement in my stomach but I couldn't be sure but then it happened again and was much stronger this time, it was definitely a kick which was something that hasn't happened before.

"George come here" I said

"What is it?" he asked running over

"She's kicking" I said

I took his hand hand put it in the place where I felt the kicks before and it wasn't long before they happened again. They hurt a little bit because the kicks are right in my ribs but it was still an amazing feeling to know that our little girl is moving around and happy in there. George looked like he was about to explode with happiness at feeling his little girl moving around. He left his hands on my bump for ages not wanting to miss a single kick but eventually he had to let go when I had to use the bathroom but he quickly put his hands back on my bump when I got back.

Our movie marathon was quickly forgotten about and instead we mostly sat in silence watching my bump for any signs of movement only occasionally talking when we got bored of staring at nothing but our baby doesn't like the attention not being on her because as soon as we'd start talking she would begin kicking again.

Dream:

One thing about being pregnant is not being able to sleep. I have been really struggling to get to sleep tonight not because I wasn't trying but just because I couldn't get comfortable and when I did I would need to pee which is just a continuous cycle.

I was tossing and turning before I felt small little kick in my stomach I ignored it at first because I thought it was just my sleep deprived brain but when it continued I realised that it was the baby kicking. It felt so odd to know that was our baby kicking especially because we have waited so long for this moment because despite starting to show quite early on not much has happened since which worried the both of us but our doctor just told us that everything was fine. The doctor warned that when she starts kicking she probably won't stop because it has been so long of a wait which I'm not very excited about.

Clay has been editing most of the night so he's in his office so I thought I would get up to tell him seeing as I'm not going to get any sleep anytime soon. When I went in the room he was talking to Sapnap but he muted when I came over.

"Are you ok? Is everything alright?" He asked

"Yeah I'm fine but shes kicking" I said

I guided his hands to the place that I could feel the kicks so that he could feel them too, he almost squealed when he felt the first kick but he kept it mostly together although there was a huge smile on his face. He unmuted to tell sapnap because he was just so excited.

"She's kicking Sap shes kicking" he said

"Yeah shes really going for it" he added

I couldn't hear what Sapnap said because Clay had his headphones on but by his responses I could tell he was also excited for us. Sapnap and George have been really involved with his pregnancy mainly because Clay tells them everything so they are generally just as excited as we are at each milestone.

Clay made me sit with him while he finished editing so he could keep his hand on my bump to feel every kick and it was quite relaxing actually and for once I actually felt tired enough to fall asleep so the two of us went to bed and I had one of the best nights sleep I've had in ages.

Sapnap:

I'm chilling watching Netflix while Sapnap streams and of course thats when I start to feel movement in my stomach I have felt things before just like the baby moving around so I didn't think much of it but the feeling soon changed and was more forceful. I immediately knew that it was kicks and I felt bad that Sapnap wasn't here to experience it.

I thought about what to do and in the end I texted him to say I was going to come into his streaming room just incase he had facecam on so he could be prepared. He text back worried about me but I decided not to respond because I was almost at his door.

Sapnap looked at me as soon as I opened the door and told his chat he would be back in a minute before muting his mic. He rolled his chair over closer to me and I took his hands and put them on my bump without saying anything so that he could work it out for himself. His expression changed very quickly into one of pure joy and a small squeal left his mouth as our son continued  to kick.

He didn't want to go back to his stream but I made him at least for a little while so he didn't just end and make the viewers worried so he did but he wanted me to stay in the room incase the baby kicked anymore. The mood of the stream changed and it was much more upbeat and he was playing a lot better than he was before which I thought was really cute that he felt so motivated by it.

Quackity:

Me and Alex are out on a drive like we do sometimes, we have nowhere in particular to go we just like driving around blasting music and other people probably judge us from their own cars but we never care because we enjoy it.

We were driving around not too far from our neighbourhood when I felt small little kicks in the bottom of my stomach which I knew right away was the baby but I didn't say anything for a minute because I didn't want to tell Alex if it was going to stop and he was driving. But when it continued I decided to tell him because I didn't want him to miss this moment.

"Alex shes kicking" I said

"No way hang on let me pull over" he said

He found somewhere to safely stop the car ands we both took of our seatbelts off and I got him to put his hands on the bottom of my bump where the kicks were still happening. He was so happy when he felt her kick using his free hand to grab one of mine and squeeze it.

We sat at the side of the road for a while before the baby calmed down and stopped kicking so much which gave us the chance to go back home. On the ride home we talked about how exciting it is that our baby is moving around and we get to feel like she's really with us on an everyday basis.

Karl:

Karl has been gone all day filming and he still won't be back for a few more hours but I just started feeling kicks in my stomach which are so strong you can see the movement on my bump. I felt so awful that Karl wasn't here to experience it but to make him feel like he hasn't fully missed out I filmed it for a bit and sent it to Karl.

He FaceTimed me as soon as he read the text and I had the camera on my bump as we talked and I tried to make him feel better that he wasn't here in person to experience it. He was so excited to get home and try and get the kicks to start again so he can feel them which he has been looking forward to for a little while.

A few hours later he came home and we sat together on the sofa trying to do everything we could to get our son to start kicking again. We tried most things before I played some music which seemed to do the trick because the kicks started again and Karl watched it before putting his hand on where the kicks were happening. He was so happy and that made me happy despite the uncomfortableness of the constant hard kicking. We went to bed to lay down while the baby kept kicking to make it at least a little more comfortable but it really didn't do a lot and I just had to wait for it to stop again.

Wilbur:

The baby has been super active recently but not really kicking just like wriggling around especially today I've been super busy and she has been joining in. I finally got a chance to sit down this evening and thats when I felt kicks, the feeling was different to just movement it was stronger and more concentrated in one spot.

I knew Wilbur would be sad to miss this seeing as he's at his office streaming but I decided to text him so that could know it was happening. I watched him look at his phone to read my text because I was watching the stream and right away he told chat he needed to end and that was it the stream was over. I got a text back saying he was on his way so I tried to keep the baby kicking  until he got back.

Wilbur made it home in record time and didn't even lock the door when he came in to not waste anymore time. He sat in front of the sofa as I laid down and guided his hand to where the kicks were still happening and he could definitely feel it because a huge smile appeared on his face.

"Wow she's really active isn't she" he said

"Yeah she's been moving around all day I swear she doesn't sleep" I replied

"I hope she sleeps when she's born" he said

"Me too" I agreed