#potential fic ideas you come up with when you are half asleep

[seventeenlovesthree]

How to solve the Taiorato triangle with one simple question (or two):

Mimi: "Sora-san!" Sora: "Err, yes?" Mimi: "I have a question for you and I need you to answer it 100% truthfully. Do you understand?" Sora: "... I think I do? What is this about?" Mimi: "We're gonna solve your emotional turmoil once and for all and if you can't answer me right away, you may actually have a problem, but I'm sure it'll still give you a good idea of what you really, really, REALLY want." Sora: "... Okay, now you scare me." Mimi: "SORA-SAN!" Sora: "YES?" Mimi: "How would you feel about me getting together with Taichi-san?" Sora: "... What?" Mimi: "Think about it, veeeery closely, okay?" Sora: "..." Mimi: "Alright and then we add another layer to this: How would you feel about me getting together with Yamato-san? Compare these feelings and you will know who your heart beats for!" Sora: Sora: Sora: Mimi: "... Sora-san?" Koushirou: "I think Sora.exe has stopped functioning. You really did it this time, Mimi-san." Takeru: "I think she came to an entirely different conclusion now." Hikari: "Shhh, don't tell her, she needs to understand it herself!"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 2

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Those two dreaded lines. Mocking you as you stare at the plastic stick. You snap it in half with a growl, wishing it was Lloyd. Or at least the part of him that got you into this mess.

You toss the test and wash your hands. You enter the bedroom. His room. Your cell.

You go to the bed and lay on your side. Hopefully you fall asleep before he decides to drag his ass up here. A better idea would be sleeping on one of the many couches in this oversized place but the last time only got you tossed over his shoulder. You don’t have the energy. At least now you know why you feel like such absolute shit.

You shut off the lamp and close your eyes. It’s early but what else can you do but sleep through the misery. It’s the only time you feel anything close to content. Not happy, no mad or sad, neutral. The vague dissonance of your subconscious is preferable to your grey reality.

You only manage a tenuous limbo before he comes in. You listen to his footfalls as he makes no effort to be quiet and flips on the lamp on his side. You refuse to open your eyes and keep your back to him. The rustle of his clothing fills the silence. The bed dips and there’s a light tug on the blanket above your shoulder.

“Peaches, you know the rules,” he pulls the duvet back completely, “no clothes in bed.”

You huff and shimmy up the silk nightie, lifting yourself slightly to get it past your chest, and making an ungainly effort to shed it. You fling it carelessly and flop back down, pulling the blanket around you once more. You watch his shadow as it moves above your own as he continues to undress.

He folds the blanket back and lowers himself behind you. You go rigid and stare at the wall. He slips down the duvet from your shoulder and brushes his stash against your skin. You curl your posture forward and cross your arm. He grabs your elbow and pulls you back, grazing his teeth against you.

“Don’t do that, baby face,” he warns, “whatsa matter?”

You don’t answer and growl at the empty space of the room. His hand crawls under the blanket and he traces the curve of your side, pinching a love handle meanly so you yipe and swat him away. He grabs your wrists and pulls, forcing you onto your back. He hooks and arm over you as he props his weight up on his other.

“You take the test?”

You sneer at him and the dimple in his cheek betrays his victory.

“So we got a little Hansen Jr. on the way, huh?”

“Doesn’t have to be,” you say, “I’m too old–”

“Ah,” he warns, placing his hand firmly around your chin. “Let’s not even mention that.”

“Lloyd,” you swallow, “I’m too old. I can’t–”

“If you were too old, you wouldn’t be knocked up, now would you?” He squeezes, “I don’t want to hear another word about… that.”

“Still, won’t know for sure until I see the doctor–”

“Which you fucking will be,” he draws his hand down and tickles your neck, “make sure you’re in tip top shape to carry a Lloyd Hansen special.”

“Ew,” you turn your face away and curl your lip.

He pushes the blanket further and fondles your tit. He buries his face in your chest, nipping at you as he purrs. You tense and hold your breath, irritated by his dismissal. Of course, it’s not up to you. Nothing ever is. Nothing ever will be.

He gets to his knees as he shoves the blanket off your entirely. He rips your legs apart and climbs between them, sliding flat on his stomach as you grit your teeth at the ceiling. His breath fans across your pelvis as he hooks his arms around your thighs.

“Sweet cheeks, don’t be like that,” he teases, “what’s up, baby?” He bends and bites your thigh until you whimper, “you think daddy’s gonna lose interest? Mmmm,” he purrs against your leg, “fuck, I’m ready to fucking blow just think of how big your gonna get. Tits, already spectacular, and they’re gonna get even bigger–”

“Shut up—”

“You don’t believe me.”

“I’m pissed at you,” you push on his head before he can bow against your cunt, holding him away from you as you lift yourself on a single elbow, “you’re a fucking psychopath.”

“But I fuck good,” he grins, “so, like, that’s one redeeming quality.”

He snakes his arm out from under one leg and pushes your hand away. He clings to you as he holds your wrists against your stomach as he drops his head down. He delves into you without patience, without shame as his tongue glides between your folds. He breathes you in greedily, lapping at you wildly, only to suck cloyingly on your clit.

You exhale through your nose, voice catching in your throat tightly as you arch into him. You slap his head and snarl. It’s never a very long argument, it always devolves to this. What can you do against this man who can walk into a jewelry store and decide to buy a woman’s dignity as easily as he picks out a new rolex?

Your fingers twine unthinkingly into his hair, your other hand grazing the soft short buzz along the side of his head. You groan as your toes curl, his arm still looped around one leg as his other hand creeps up to grope your chest. He kneads you as his tongue flicks furiously.

Fuck him and the way he plays you so easily. Mentally, spiritually, physically. You will never get a step ahead of him.

His arm tightens around your thigh and he rolls you over, bringing you up onto his face. You squeak at the sudden shift and push yourself up. You feel as if you're suffocating him as he devours you from below. You look down at his hair, set askew by your grasp, his face nestled firmly between your legs.

He hums into you and brings his hand up to your hip, gripping and rocking you over him. You clamp onto your own calf as your thighs strain and your lower back aches dully. You follow his motion, driven by the swirling sensation seeping from your core.

His other hand remains on your chest, tweaking and fondling blindly. You hang your head and shudder, shaking as you try to resist the surge. Pleasure erupts and scatters your nerves, breaking the last of your resolve as you ride out your climax.

He lets you slow, his hand slipping down your ass as he wiggles his face free of your cunt. He puffs as warm wet breath up your pelvis as his hand brushes down your stomach. He licks his lips lewdly as he catches his breath.

Before you can think or speak, he flips you again. You bounce against the mattress as he lifts himself from between your legs, slinging your knees over his elbow as he keeps you bent and splayed. He looks down your body as his tip bobs against your folds.

He slides free an arm, your leg falling around his hip as he frames your lips with his fingers and spreads them. He guides his dick down to your entrance with the vee of his index and middle finger. He dips into you as you claw at the blankets and growl.

“You can’t just fuck this… away,” you gasp.

“Not like I can knock you up again,” he snickers as he bends over you and impales you with a snap of his hips.

You whine and constrict around him as he wiggles his pelvis. He pushes deep until you squirm and hooks his arm under your head. You turn your face away so his lips meet your cheek. He growls and drops his head down to your neck, biting you sharply.

He rocks against you as his hand follows your arm to the wrist. He carries his motion as he leads your touch down his side and along his ass. He spreads your fingers wide across his firm cheek and snarls into your throat. He makes you squeeze him.

He raises his head and his breath glosses into your ear, “put your finger in my ass.”

“Wha–”

“Just do it, baby,” he purrs and curls your fingers tighter, “fucking do it!”

His weight smothers you as he lets your hand go, gripping your hip as he ruts into you, groaning long and low. You close your eyes and tilt your chin up. This fucking man. This pervert. The mustache says it all.

You slide your hand over and try not to think of what you’re doing. You’re not exactly a prude but your ex-husband certainly wasn’t the type and your college ex was a bit too open about his kinks. Still, you can’t compare Lloyd to either of them.

You touch his rippled ring and he growls as he grabs your face and turns it straight. He kisses you, tongue invading your mouth before you can react. You push your finger against him if only to try to deter him. You slip inside and he near bites your tongue, crushing his lips to yours with a snarl. His forehead remains flush with yours as his lips part.

“Deeper,” he urges you.

You obey and he jerks into you harder. He fucks you deeper the further you get. Soon, your flesh is clapping erratically as he throws his head back and unleashes. You feel him quaking as the friction of his thrusts thrum through your clit. You swallow your orgasm as it peaks at the back of your throat, gnashing your teeth as he speeds up.

He pounds into you, unrestrained as he groans and moans, “yeah, that’s it, baby. I’m fucking– gonna–”

He spasms and hangs his head down next to yours as he chases his release. You feel it inside you, slick and hot as he shudders to a stop and it leaks out around him. He falls onto you limp and you pull your finger free, holding it away from you as you lay prone beneath him.

“I wasn’t sure I’d like that,” he rasps as his heart races in his chest, “but damn if you didn’t just unlock something, peaches.”

[wayfayrr]

🦆 anon is ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s been a minute, life been hectic for a while 😩 but I’m hoping that starting today, I’ll get a bit of free time to peruse my favorite blogs!!! So, how have you been? Busy? Have you been drinking enough water? Stay hydrated all you thirsty hoes out there!!! 😁

Anyway! Trying to catch up on stuff I’ve missed…

Agreed, sleep is for the weak. I shall sleep when I am dead. Not even the eepy meds work anymore.

*Gasp!* an anniversary? Of your first LU fic? Congrats!

A raffle? Noice! Can’t wait to see what the winners come up with.

Few sentences prompts??? Love it!!! Number 7 plz and make it hurt if possible. I like angst.

Recently saw a YT short that gave me a new idea… it’s a different kind of “self aware” ask. What if the boys in game aren’t self aware… but your drawings of them are? I’ll link the short, don’t worry. But this creator drew their characters and did an animation of them actually being alive and interacting with them and even the other drawings. Thought it was a cool idea to share with the self aware boys being actual drawings that were drawn by reader lol! Actually… that would make reader their actual creator… the ideas are turning in my head with this one~

https://youtube.com/shorts/OcGy7QwN3Lc?si=1HpoRtt_PS7Q5BAG

It's good to see you duck!!! it's been a bit and I hope you're doing well!!! Stuff's been getting better for me, Had an interview for a job just after getting this ask and I'm waiting to hear back now.

It's really funny too cause I track my sleep and just every morning when I check now the time asleep is just gradually getting less and less lol

And yeah! It's been a little over a year since I've started creating for linked universe now, and it's been an amazing time <33 met some truly wonderful people cause of it

7 (silent fury) seems to be the most popular prompt asfvdsvgsdfgv this is actually the 3rd ask I've gotten with it (but I'm gonna write another mini one anyway, wild rather than time for this one >:D)

He knew he was a failure. The first moments of his, truly his own memories and not another life half-remembered, was being told that he failed after all. That he died when the hero was supposed to prosper. That didn't make what he was going through any easier. And wallowing in his regrets wouldn't help you feel safe again. The chain all knew your boundaries, they all knew to ask you your opinions. To make sure that you were comfortable. But villagers didn't. And wild wasn't fast enough to be your hero. He was fine not being Hyrule's, as long as he could be yours that's all he could ever long for. But he failed you. Comforting you wasn't even an option with how you'd locked yourself away in your room, away from everything while you coped. Leaving the only way to take out his burning fury to find the person who dared to lay a hand on you. He couldn't fail you again.

[Prompt list]

I've been seeing that trend too!! Its one that I really like - and I've actually been sent a couple by dms lol it's a really interesting take on the au, and it's just fun in general really. Although I'll probably stay away from the creator == being treated as a deity cause it's kinda an ick for me (it's just a trope I don't like tbh, each to their own but I won't write/read it) but them thinking they have more of a right to be closer to you? the way it could cause arguments if they met the originals? oh there is so much potential for it as an idea honestly

[tinyidle]

Okay I need somebody to hop on this idea. 🙏 Hongjoong being in the studio late and you coming to visit him. The second I saw this photo I imagined his gf going to his studio and he kisses her like that. The kiss starts being cute and ends up in full on making out session, and they end up on the couch. From fluff to full on smut. I'm on my knees for this man. 🧎‍♀️ I would write something about this but it's been a long time and I'm scared. 😅 If somebody writes something please tag me. 🙏

if you haven't, read @mi-to-the-a's fic on this idea. this is my interpretation for the idea.

After Hours - KHJ

wc: 1.4k

WARNING: so much fluff, smut, kisses, heavy petting, kinda messy ngl, grinding, slight dumbification, fellatio, cowgirl (but barely because my man's was abt to bust), missionary (that's always fun), praise + encouraging words, slight begging, b!gd¡ck joong because we always love him, producer!joong, switch!dom!joong, girlfriend!reader, switch!sub!reader, fem reader

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you got a ping from your instagram. a notification from ateez_official; great. you look at the post pings, and-- lo and behold, it was your boyfriend in the studio. he told you earlier that he would be late once again there, so as per usual, you waited until 2 am for him to send you a text message of him coming to your house so you could spend the rest of the night with him. seeing these pics, however, you knew that tonight would be a longer night than usual. you decided to pack up as many small items you could before heading to your car and driving to the studio.

showing your designated ID to security and once again ID'ing yourself at the front desk, you quietly opened the door to a concentarated and half sleepy kim hongjoong. he looked very focused on getting a certain chord right, repeating a random rhyme scheme multiple times and recording his voice over it before deciding to put the vocal jumble into actual words for a potential demo.

he turned around a bit to get his nearly cold coffee on the nearby coffee table when he saw you, slightly startling him a bit before smiling up at you and motioning you to come near his swivel chair. "hey, baby," he greeted you, kissing your cheek when you sat on his lap. "what are you doing here, after hours?"

"well," you began to respond as you played with his already disheveled hair from the constant focus-targeted tugging," i saw that you posted what you were up to and decided to pay you an early visit before you came home." you gave him small yet passionate pecks of genuine affection that equated to 'i miss you so much that i refuse to fall asleep alone at 2 am'.

hongjoong's smile grew into a small smirk. he loved whenever you came late into the studio. of course, he never made you do it or coerce you, but being the wonderful girlfriend you are, you couldn't fathom purposefully knowing that your boyfriend has some stress that he needed to release. he knew that, and loved that caring nature about you; just as much as you did with him.

and tonight was no different. "thank you for always being a big part of why im always at peace," he gratefully said to you, kissing an exposed part of your neck after you two shared some kisses with each other. the same part he knows can turn you on in seconds, especially when it came to him. "can i give you what you give me every time i feel burdened?" throughtout his request hongjoong kept kissing all over your neck while running his hands over your clothed thigh as the other rested comfortably on his lap.

you were now breathing heavily, letting out small whimpers as hongjoong lightly bit the same part of your neck that triggers your intense want for him. you could feel how constricted his sweats were getting on his pelvic area right against your ass, and he could feel your skin heating up-- an all too-well sign of you being wet for him.

now with one of his hands now coming up to the sides of your neck while the other gets a good grip on your hip, hongjoong slowly grinds your comfy yet compressed bottoms onto each other. by now your panties and leggings have soaked through and can now be felt onto your boyfriend's obvious bulge. "well?" hongjoong asked, snapping you out of your trance as he too was breathing heavier than usual. "can i, love?"

nodding while doing your best to take off what you could without getting off your boyfriend's lap, you confirmed. "please show me how at ease i make you. please joongie."

with a simple groan, hongjoong took off his shirt to match with your now topless figure, and did his best to pull down his sweats along with your bottoms without pulling you off of him. when his erection was in full view, you sank down to your knees, leaving his once warm lap now into an annoying cool sensation.

as the man hissed and was about to ask you to get back on, his complaints were quickly replaced with a satisfied moan as you sank your mouth onto his length. "oh my go-" he groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you worked him up to moistness. even thought you told him that he can treat you, you just couldn't help but want to treat him. he is such an amazing leader, producer, rapper, singer, songwriter, friend, boyfriend; you just couldn't want to spoil him before he spoils you.

just when you were about to attempt to deepthroat him, he stopped you. you pouted at him as he chuckled and wiped away some of the drool that trailed on your chin from how wet you made his length. "you know how much i like when you blow me," he thanked you, to which you smiled like you were being congratulated for passing an important exam. "but i want to treat you. so get up on me," he demanded, hand on his soaked shaft while you got up and hovered over him with your equally soaked center.

"ready?" hongjoong asked you as he held himself up for you. it was always so endearing to you that he always asked, even though he knew both of you wanted and were ready for this. a selfless man who needs to be spoiled, you think.

gathering your thoughts so that you don't keep the man waiting, you answer, "yes. fill me up, joongie." your boyfriend nodded as he helped ease you down on his length. it was always a challenge for him to fit you, but you always made it work through his reassuring words. once you sat completely on his lap again, you allowed yourself to throb, elliciting a moan from both of you.

"fuck, baby," hongjoong groaned, holding your hips as you grinded them along him. he was feeling a bit too sentimental today and does not want to finish too soon. he lifted himself up from the chair, carrying you with him as you squeal from the sudden movement, and rest you back on the rather huge couch behind the small coffee table. "i have to fuck you like this. i don't want to cum too early."

"okay, joong- uhh fu-" just when you were about to reassure him that you dont mind and that he could do whatever he wanted, he went on a moderate yet deep pace. it only took a couple strokes and you could feel everything: his cock deep within your walls, the small bump of his head nudging your pelvic floor to where you could see him in your stomach, and your cunt stretching wide open every time your boyfriend thrust forward. needless to say, you were dangerously close.

hongjoong could tell by the way you could barely speak and had your mouth open as small groans and whines left your needy mouth. leaning down to give it a kiss, he started to encourage you while his thumb went down to rub your aching clit, causing you to jolt. "come on, baby. focus on how good you feel and how bad you want to let go. do it for me, cum for me."

you found your voice again after the encouragers and moaned aloud, "oh fuck, joongie im cumming!" you held onto your boyfriend arms as tightly as your orgasm rolled over you like a mighty wave, almost blinding you of your sense of self while your back arched off the couch.

your boyfriend was there to ride you through it, all while casually chasing his own release. "shh shh, i got you," he guided your body down the waves of your high as he pressed himself to you, spilling inside of you without you feeling anything short of satisfaction.

once both of you calmed down your storm of emotions and pleasure, what was left behind was a comforting stillness.

you lay beside each other, your skin sticky with sweat, your breathing finally slowing to a steady rhythm. hongjoong's fingers found yours, intertwining them with his as he pressed a tender kiss to your now darkened lips.

"i love you," he whispered, his voice a gentle lullaby similar to that of his music.

"i love you too," you replied, your words a soft melody in the aftermath of passion.

imagine not being down bad for this man-

anyway, hope you liked it!

[faulty-writes]

[ Hello my dear followers and or fans. I present to you a Keigo piece, written for the Hawks Big Bang 2023. This was exceptionally fun to write, and I hope you all enjoy this piece. Hopefully, I'll come up with a few more ideas for some Keigo-based fan fics in the future. ]

[ As a support specialist, you were used to receiving attention, and it wasn’t just because you were the child of Endeavor, but you had your suspicions that might be why a certain winged hero liked you. Furthermore, it might explain why you were assigned to create his new feathers. Unfortunately, you run into a certain complication while trying to craft them. ]

It wasn’t easy being the child of Endeavor, the number one hero. When you think about your past, all you remember is how busy he was and how you constantly pleaded for his attention, especially when you came up with invention ideas.

Yes, your love of technology and keen sense of curiosity set you apart from the rest of your family. It was common for you to spend time in your room creating blueprints, drawings, or lists of the inventions you wished to create growing up.

On more than one occasion, you’d fall asleep at your desk with blueprints scattered underneath your sleeping head, half-made prototypes lying in front of you, and your hands still loosely gripping a screwdriver or wrench.

This made it difficult for your siblings to spend time with you and it was always a fight to get you out of your room and away from your passion. You recalled being dragged away by your caretaker with your nails scraping against the floor of your bedroom more than once.

But even this wasn’t enough to tear you away from your life’s purpose. The desire to change the world through your inventions led you to enroll at Yuuei, despite your father’s wishes, and though countless support manufacturing companies offered you positions after you graduated, you chose to start your own business.

Many thought this was impossible, but you knew that your inventions were unique and that potential customers would come to you for your customization abilities. The fact that you never said no to a challenge, no matter how difficult, was another characteristic that set you apart from other support item specialists.

In that aspect, you were sure you had inherited your stubborn nature from your father, but at least he had softened his attitude since Shoto had started attending Yuuei. However, despite your success, you have been unmotivated as of late and who could blame you?

Touya, your oldest brother who happened to be alive but turned into a villain, was responsible for attacking and critically injuring your father and youngest brother. You had originally thought focusing on your work would help you forget about him and the heavy overwhelming feelings that consumed you.

Clearly, you were mistaken. Your thoughts kept drifting back to the current events you were dealing with, causing your chest to ache so fiercely that you almost wished you had inherited your mother’s quirk so you could numb it and feel cold.

In any case, you didn’t inherit your mother’s quirk, at least not in the way you had hoped. Just like your father, you possessed a fire quirk and like your brother, Touya, the fire you produced was blue but…cold. Yes, you had some sort of cold flame ability, but it was nowhere near as powerful as the ice quirk your family possessed.

You weren’t as able to control your fire as Touya, Shoto, or even your father either. Although, like your older brother and sister, you didn’t use your quirk for anything practical outside of experimenting with some inventions that were powered by it.

You will always remember the first time you tried this new type of quirk-powered technology. You thought it was going to be a breakthrough, a new source of energy. Of course, you were still a support student at the time and that could have played into your naive nature.

Anyone in the support business knows that sometimes your inventions don’t go as planned and, in some cases, literally blow up in your face. This is what happened to you, instead of your quirk-powered invention doing as it was designed, it went haywire and blew up when you were within close range of it. 

As a result, your dominant hand’s thumb, index, and pinky fingers were severed and the Development Studio was off-limits for a couple of weeks while you adjusted to living with seven functional fingers. Unlike most rational-thinking individuals, you refused to have them reattached.

Rather, you saw this as an opportunity to make another version of your failed invention which is where the origin of your robotic fingers came in. Countless individuals chose to have certain body parts or limbs replaced with robotic ones and in that sense, you didn’t feel any different.

Of course, it had been tricky learning how to channel your quirk to your automated fingers and gauge just how much of your power you needed to make them work efficiently as you needed them to, but eventually, you mastered it.

Now only if you could master the ability to turn your feelings off, but you knew that was impossible. Even so, the latest project you had been given by the Winged Hero: Hawks could distract you for the time being.

Even though most would feel honored to create prosthetic feathers for the number two hero, you felt guilty knowing that those wings were burnt by your brother’s flames. Then again, maybe this was a way to help atone for his wrongdoings and this wasn’t the first time you had been assigned to craft something for Hawks.

He had been coming to you for several reasons since you graduated, and part of you thought it was because of your connection to Endeavor, who he was a big fan of. As time passed, you began to associate his unexpected visits with his desire to spend time with you.

The only problem was that you were too busy for him, and he often disregarded this. You leaned away from your work table to examine the blueprints you had created. “At least these feathers are pretty straightforward,” you tapped the end of your pencil against your lips being careful not to break it with your artificial fingers.

They were made up of three parts to give realistic joint movement, and these three parts gleamed the faintest blue color. The fingers were attached to a special device worn over your hand that looked like an ordinary compression glove but was made from a special type of metal.

As with your artificial fingers, it had a lining that glowed, and three circles across the top, and each circle was connected to one of the three mechanical fingers via a small wire. You paused when a soft vibrating sound filled the air causing you to look at the table.

You noted that the noise source was your phone. If there was one thing people should know about you, it was that you hated being interrupted when working. You sighed when you grabbed it and noticed a familiar number flashing across the screen.

“Bothering me already?” you muttered. You placed the device back down and grabbed your blueprints. “He can wait until I’m done with these,” it was standard for your customers to have your number, but you noticed Keigo had a bad habit of calling you whenever he pleased, and you didn’t have time for that.

You couldn’t even imagine how he had time for that, especially in his current state. He couldn’t even speak and needed a voice assistance device. Of course, it was only temporary and most likely given to him in the rush of everything else that was going on.

Still, you couldn’t help but think you could have made him something better. But it was time to forget about that. You glanced over the table which was currently cluttered with scraps of metal and beaten-to-death-looking tools.

“Let’s see…” you leaned over to the bulletin board that was hanging on the wall directly in front of said table and proceeded to hang the blueprint up. It was good to have a reference to look at when you were creating, although you were the type to tweak things here and there along the way.

Luckily, it never resulted in anything catastrophic. “There,” you leaned back, placing your hands on your hips and smiling proudly. “Now it’s my favorite time of the day,” you pulled your work stool out from under the table and sat down, pulling up the sleeves of your hoodie.

Well, okay. It was Natsuo’s hoodie, and you might have stolen it out of his closet without permission. But he had a million more and as much as you hated to admit it, the simple piece of clothing did bring some comfort.

You cracked your knuckles before leaning over to grab your work computer that was resting against one of the legs of the table and opened it. A few clicks sounded and seconds passed before a building program popped up on the screen.

Yes, even support item specialists used building or modeling software, and if you wanted to create prosthetics, feather prosthetics at that, you had to build a 3D structure that you could work with. However, unlike when you crafted things by hand, certain programs used to create more specific support items needed to be precise.

This also meant you had to spend hours and hours perfecting each little detail based on the hand-drawn blueprints you created before moving on. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get so caught up in your work that you drowned out the world around you. Noises such as your phone vibrating were deaf to your ears.

“Mm…” Keigo frowned, shrugging his shoulders. His yellow-golden eyes were fixed on his phone screen. Since he couldn’t talk right now, he wasn’t sure why he was calling you. However, his concern was heightened with every attempted call as they all went to your voicemail.

Tsunagu, more widely known as “Best Jeanist” noticed the distressed state the younger hero was in. He narrowed his eyes and approached, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. As expected, Keigo glanced up at him. “Perhaps it’s best you leave them be,” he suggested.

While he would normally support a fellow hero and their pursuits, he didn’t think it wise Keigo continue bothering you. It was evident that Endeavor was still recovering from his physical injuries, and his family was suffering emotionally now.

Keigo blinked and refocused his attention back on his phone, seeming to disregard the elder man’s words. He closed his eyes and after a few seconds, looked at Tsunagu again. His thumb quickly glided over the screen of his phone, and he typed out the message, “I need to check on them.”

Tsunagu sighed, pressing his hand against his forehead. He had his suspicions as to why Keigo wanted to see you, and it wasn’t just because you were assigned to create his new feathers. He didn’t want to see a fellow hero go down the dead-end path of romance.

At the same time, he knew far too well that he could not tell another adult, much less another hero what to do and in that sense, he could not rightfully refuse Keigo’s request. “Very well,” he replied, trying his best not to sigh and turning to walk to his car.

“Finally!” you leaned back, grinning at the 3D model of a prosthetic feather on the screen. “Now all that’s left is to print it,” you dragged the mouse over to the ‘File’ button and scrolled down. You were about to click ‘Print’ when you heard something.

“Hm?” your head turned to look at a small monitor nestled in the corner of the room, it was activated by a motion camera and much like a phone notification, it chimed when someone approached. You narrowed your eyes when you noticed the individual standing in front of the door.

His ash-blond feathery hair caught your attention first, followed by the medical bandages that were wrapped around his head but still exposed his face. The next thing was the respirator mask he wore, and the black button-up shirt he had on.

In his right hand, he was holding a small device which you assumed was his phone. The only thing that was missing was what you were currently working on, those beautiful bright red feathers that made up his wings. “What the?” your eyebrow twitched, and you clenched your jaw, immediately feeling annoyed by his presence.

‘What is he doing here!?’ you thought, balling your trembling hands into fists. ‘Well, I’m going to find out!’ With that, you stood from your seat and marched over to the door just as a few knocks sounded. You roughly pulled the door open, ignoring how it smacked against the wall.

You glared at the injured hero. “What do you want?” you demanded, crossing your arms. Yes, most wouldn’t be rude to pro heroes especially when they were as injured as Keigo. But, in your defense, he should know better than to bother you while you are working.

He stared at you, and you weren’t sure if he was in shock or disbelief over your words. “You ignored my texts” he replied. You furrowed your brow. “Texts?” you repeated. With a pointed artificial finger, you said, “You didn’t text me!”

You expected him to make a smart remark, but silence followed, and his attention was focused on your finger. In response to the glowing blue finger, his body stiffened and memories of the flames that had stolen his wings and voice came flooding back to him.

You noticed the blue-hued reflection of your finger in his eyes but quickly turned to march back to your work table and snatched your phone off it. After unlocking the device, you looked to see…you were wrong. There were several text messages from him and a few missed calls, but you weren’t sure if all of them were from him.

“Told you,” a robotic voice said. “Ah!” you jumped and turned around, swinging your fist at him. Even in his weakened state, he was quick enough to block you. “Whoa there,” his facial expression softened as if he had enjoyed the fact, you almost punched him. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” you rolled your eyes, looking back at your phone.

Part of you was curious to see what Keigo’s text messages said while another was annoyed that you were wasting your time, you had work to do! You clenched your jaw, lowering your phone before snapping, “Why are you always bothering me!?” Keigo leaned back, his eyes widening.

You could only imagine the shocked or disbelieving expression that was hidden underneath that respirator mask. He blinked once or twice before typing into his phone, “I wanted to see you today.” Well, that didn’t answer your question.

You sighed, placing your hand against your head and being careful not to let your hair get stuck in the small spaces of your robotic extremities. Keigo stood there, his eyes shifting ever so slightly as he absorbed each detail of you.

Even though he could see Endeavor’s anger and stubbornness in you, it was more charming, even cute coming from you. Yet, it was still hard for him to accept that you were the child of his favorite hero. “Look,” he immediately shifted his gaze to your face when you spoke.

“Your feathers aren’t finished yet, and you’re distracting me, so leave now!” you demanded, pointing to the door. You turned your back to him. “Jeez…” you muttered, slamming your phone back onto the table. You couldn’t fathom why he had wanted to see you, since you didn’t see yourself as interesting.

In addition, your life was consumed with work. There was always something to be done. Day in and day out, inventing, fixing, and creating. It was a miracle you even had time for your own family, let alone others. Keigo frowned, although he knew this was how you’d react.

He assumed Endeavor taught you to keep to yourself and to keep everyone at arm’s length. But that only made him question what were you trying to hide or was it that you were afraid of what would happen if you let someone in? He understood how that felt, given his neglectful and abusive childhood scars.

There was a part of him that wondered if life had led him to you only to remind him that he was nothing more than a villain in disguise and that his effort to dirty his hands to keep yours clean was all for nothing since he could never reach you no matter how hard he tried.

He curled his free hand into a fist, hearing the gentle cracking of his knuckles. But heroes and villains had one thing in common: they never gave up. So, damn the world because he’d keep trying, and with everything going to hell in a handbasket, now was the ideal moment to capture your heart and fuck the consequences.

His eyes lingered on you, once again taking in every detail. Although he was struck with curiosity when he noticed the hoodie you were wearing, it looked a bit too large for you and he swore he had caught a musky scent earlier that contrasted your typical fruity but spicy fragrance.

His suspicions were heightened and frankly, he didn’t like the fact that you were wearing another man’s clothing. He intended to disregard your wish, not that he would abide by it anyway, and he anticipated how you would react when he leaned forward, pressing himself against your back.

“What the-” You tensed up and lifted your arm, fully intent on elbowing him in the stomach, but once again he was too fast for you. The sound of his phone hitting the table echoed through the room. “Hey!” he grabbed your left wrist and pinned it against the table.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” you demanded, feeling him pin your right hand against the table as well. It was a tad odd to feel the cool metal touch of your artificial fingers against his. Part of him wondered if you missed the sensation of being able to feel or touch.

After all, even you couldn’t invent something that brought back the nerves that were taken away after that incident years ago. Yes, he knew about it, and he was still at a loss for why you didn’t choose to simply reattach your fingers.

Then again, there was a chance that even if you did, they’d hold no or very little feeling at all. But flesh or not, nothing was going to stop him from tightening his grip and enjoying how his fingers fit perfectly between yours.

When he rested his chin on your shoulder, you tensed up in response. He tried to get a glimpse of your face before he moved your wrist closer to his phone and used the bottom of his palm to keep it pinned against the table while his fingers typed out another message.

“Whose hoodie are you wearing?” The question threw you off and you looked dumbfounded before knitting your eyebrows and the sound of your growling filled the air. “Why do you care?” you replied, glaring at him from over your shoulder.

An expression of distant longing filled his eyes, and he offered no words in response to your question. “Huh?” you froze when he released his hold on you and stepped away. Although he knew it was dangerous, he didn’t care since he had nothing left to hold back.

The moment you saw him reach up to remove his mask, your eyes widened. “Wait!” you cried out, grabbing his hand to force it away from his face. “What are you doing? Are you crazy!? You need to keep your mask on!” you exclaimed, almost hating yourself for showing that you cared about him.

Your words were met with silence, and his eyes remained with that distant look as if he didn’t comprehend what he was doing or what you were saying. Although your robotic fingers might be digging into his flesh and causing him discomfort, you tightened your grip.

After a moment, however, you took a deep breath and dropped your hand. “Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. He almost hated the frown you wore, but he knew you needed to hear his voice even if it physically pained him to speak.

“Do what you want!” you yelled, latching onto your lip, feeling embarrassed that you had let your emotions slip. Yes, maybe you did care about Keigo, a little, but he didn’t need to know that! He lowered his eyebrows and resumed removing his mask. “Mm…” you glanced back at him, dropping your arms instantly.

Your eyes widened and your mouth hung agape. The left side of his face was marked by a jagged scar, which ran down to the side of his neck. It was red and in the process of healing. You wondered if it still required treatment, but his hardy and struggling breathing distracted you from any further thoughts.

“You…wearing another man’s…clothing,” his voice was barely audible, “makes me jealous.” Your eyes began to water at the sight of the damage left on his skin and at the sound of his vocal cords straining to speak. Stepping closer, you said “I-It’s Natsuo’s hoodie,” and cursed yourself for trembling when you spoke.

“Mm...” his eyes narrowed as if he were debating whether you were telling the truth or not. “Is…is that what you really care about right now!?” you growled. “You are so…” you wanted to call him stupid, an idiot even. Instead, you swallowed and looked at him, with a few stray tears running down your cheeks.

Your hand came to rest on the side of his injured cheek, and you almost wished you didn’t have these damned metal fingers so you could properly brush your thumb over his skin. Your compression glove’s cool metal texture made him recoil and at the same time, a sense of sadness filled him.

He would have much preferred to feel the touch of your warm palm, of course, then you wouldn’t have the use of a thumb period. “Did Touya really do this to you?” he frowned at your question and reached up, clasping the side of your face. It was apparent that your tears were now streaming over his hand and down his wrist.

Although most tears felt warm, yours were cold and left faint red lines on his skin. He quickly assumed this was because your quirk was cold enough to burn and partly wondered if your tears would leave a kiss of frostbite or at the very least, leave his skin feeling cold for a while. Not that it mattered.

He almost wanted to laugh, because unlike your brother, who shared that his tear ducts were burned, yours seemed to work just fine. Seeing a hero in such a fragile state, one that everyone looked up to, was always hard to accept.

But this was reality, and he didn’t fear showing you his weaker side, he just wished you’d do the same. Although you were already going through a lot emotionally, he felt a tiny bit guilty that he was only adding to it. At the same time, he felt hopeful that he was getting closer and closer to tearing down your walls today.

As he cradled your face in his hands, he gently moved his thumbs, collecting your chilly teardrops and wiping them away. You latched onto your lip, feeling your heart speed up at the caring and gentle gesture he was performing.

You were typically someone who bottled up their feelings and if you had to cry, you usually did it in private as you believed it was a sign of weakness. But it seemed that you and Keigo were both weak and needed to lean on one another for the time being.

The answer to your earlier question was obvious, and frankly, you didn’t know why you had even asked it in the first place. “Damn it…” you hissed under your breath and tried to turn your head, but Keigo refused to allow you to look away from him.

His noisy and raspy breathing made you cringe, and you hoped that he wouldn’t collapse. Your eyes closed and you pressed your teeth together, you couldn’t take any more drama. A soft hitch of breath came when Keigo stepped closer and pressed his forehead against yours.

Tears continued to trickle out of your eyes, possibly a sign of all the emotions you had been holding back until now. Silence filled the space between you, apart from the man’s continued breathing and it was only in this moment that you noticed the unfamiliar heat coursing through your cheeks.

As he cautiously stepped closer, his hands slipped down to your shoulders, drawing his breath against your face and you felt the warmth of his lips so dangerously close to yours. “I’m...not a good...guy,” he said, struggling with his words once again.

“What?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You lowered your hand from his face, how could he say that? Yes, you were aware of what he had done. Your brother had told Japan that the Winged Hero: Hawks had murdered Twice, the villain.

However, you knew from your own experience that heroes aren’t always heroic. Your father was a prime example of that, but as of recently, he aimed to improve himself, despite the hatred the world now held for heroes. You could only assume that Keigo was following in his footsteps.

His hands brushed over yours and he took them in his grasp, holding them to his lips. As he kissed each one of your knuckles, he closed his eyes, taking another breath. “You…make me…feel like one.” Tingles ran through your body, and when he opened his eyes again it felt like those golden orbs were staring directly into your soul.

Yet, you felt comfortable for a moment. As if all the troubles you felt were suddenly lifted. Your eyelids lowered and you squeezed his hands, almost unconsciously pressing yourself against him. The tiniest smile came to your face, and Keigo’s eyes softened when he returned that smile. It was good to see you in this state.

Maybe now he could…he paused, releasing your hands and instead, wrapped his arms around you. His fingers almost possessively dug into your back, and he leaned forward. A soft coo escaped him as he carefully nuzzled against your neck making you tremble in response.

It was hard to tell if you were shocked by the way he embraced you or by the bird-like noise he made. Of course, you should have expected it given his quirk. Your hands remained at your sides, and you thought, ‘Should I hug him back?’

You were never one to express your affection physically, but it seemed the two of you were already past that. “Mm...” you hesitantly slipped your arms beneath Keigo’s, allowing your fingertips to graze along his back while remaining conscious of not harming him with your robotic fingers.

Your eyebrows knitted as you felt two distinct bumps on his shoulder blades and quickly realized they were the remains of his wings. ‘Oh right...his wings…’ you thought bitterly, glancing to the side. ‘I should be working on his damn feathers, what am I doing!?’

Despite your rational thoughts, your body didn’t listen. ‘Why…why can’t I move away?’ Was it because this felt nice? His body was warm and comforting despite being bruised, beaten, and fragile. Your eyes began to water again, and you tightened your embrace.

Your fingers, or at least the flesh and blood ones, were trembling. As soon as he noticed this, he drew back but kept his arms around you. He noticed your watery eyes first, followed by your frown and overall look of hurt across your face.

He wanted to ask what was wrong, but words were useless. Maybe he should show you that everything was okay or as okay as he could make it at this time. Pulling back his hand, he lightly grasped your chin and grazed his thumb along your bottom lip. The moment he leaned forward, your heart pounded faster.

What was going on? Was he going to…and why did you want to? Your eyelids lowered, and your lips parted, prepared to feel the warmth of his against them. However, the door opened right as your mouths touched, and both of you froze. Then a familiar voice came, “Y/n?” 

You instantly pushed your hands against Keigo’s chest and glanced past him to see your father. What was he doing here, shouldn’t he be in the hospital!? Well, unless he got discharged. But if that were the case, then Fuyumi should have informed you. Then again, you weren’t exactly paying attention to your phone today.

You expected him to react with anger, but instead, he frowned and lowered his eyebrows, confused at what he was seeing and why Keigo was so close to his child. “Apologies,” Tsunagu’s voice came and seconds later you watched him squeeze past your father.

“I attempted to explain to Endeavor that you were currently engaged in conversation with Y/n, but it appears he favored disrupting regardless.” Well...in addition to ignoring your phone, you realized that if someone was preoccupying your attention, you also ignored the chime of your motion camera. Lovely. “However, they are his child and I believe we have interrupted Todoroki family matters enough,” he was somewhat concerned as to why Keigo hadn’t turned around yet. But knowing the young hero, he was more than likely attentively listening to and acknowledging the two men now present in the room.

In addition, due to his years of conditioning as a hero, it was also likely he was continuing to shield you because he wanted to make sure you and everything else were safe. Enji glared at Tsunagu before shaking his head and looking back at you and Keigo.

Though he didn’t say a word when he walked over, his eyes burned with an intimidating gaze that made you tremble. “Uh...hi Dad?” you awkwardly said and, with some regret, stepped away from Keigo. Without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away.

You were surprised that he said and did nothing given the fact that in the past he had no trouble laying his hands on Keigo and threatening to turn him into fried chicken. Maybe double-fried chicken in this case. You shifted your gaze to Tsunagu as you passed by, and he merely shrugged.

“Mm…” your cheeks were flushed, and Enji loosened his grip on your wrist when the two of you got closer to the door and instead, took a secure grip on your hand. As he yanked it forward, three distinct snaps echoed through the room.

You paused, realizing that he had unintentionally taken your artificial fingers off, but luckily that was part of their design. It enabled you to replace whichever finger you wanted or fix them if necessary. He paused and looked to see three metal appendages now in his palm. His eyes widened, and he looked back at you.

“Shouldn’t have pulled that hard,” you said, holding your hand up. The metal compression glove remained, but the three wires that connected to your fingers were hanging against it. Judging by your father’s frown, it was difficult for him to see just two flesh and blood fingers because it reminded him of his shameful past.

After losing your fingers, he should have been stricter with you and consulted you about what you needed to do. He curled his hand into a fist and grabbed your wrist with his opposite. “Let’s go,” he finally dragged you past the door, leaving the two fellow heroes behind. 

Upon hearing Keigo fumble with his respiratory mask, Tsunagu asked, “Is this what you meant when you said you needed to check on them?” Keigo ignored his words and grabbed his phone from the table, briefly glancing at your computer which was left open.

He noted the odd program you had displayed on the screen and the strange feather-like image on it. He turned to Tsunagu, “They’ll be back later,” he typed out. “Endeavor wouldn’t distract them for long, after all, they’re obsessed with their work,” he noted before walking past the fellow hero.

“We need to make sure to lock the door, I don’t want Y/n’s possessions to get stolen,” he paused in the doorway, focusing his gaze on a black vehicle pulling away from the building in a hurry. It was safe to assume that it belonged to Endeavor.

Your hands curled in your lap when your father finally got you into the car, though it was a tad odd to see the three stumps where your fingers used to be. “Hi Y/n,” Fuyumi greeted but only received your glare in response.

It must take a lot out of her mental health to have to force herself to remain optimistic over everything she does, and part of you hated her constant positivity even when there was none to be found. You shifted your gaze to Natsuo, who, like your father, had a temper.

But he was at least honest with you and expressed his opinions without remorse. He saw the truth in everything and accepted it no matter how hard. Shoto seemed to be missing, but you presumed that his injuries would take more time to heal and further presumed that your mother was with him.

“Mm…” you turned to Enji, holding out your opposite hand and he hesitantly handed you the metal fingers. After clicking each one into place and ensuring they worked properly and that the wires were firmly reattached, you muttered, “Thanks” and looked out the window.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t annoyed that you were once again being distracted from your work. Enji frowned, staring at the back of your head, and contemplating his next words. “Stay away from Hawks,” you looked at him in disbelief.

However, your reaction was not surprising to him, and he remained with a stern expression and crossed arms. “What?” you hissed out, your eyebrows slanted, and your teeth bared as if ready to pounce on him like a hungry animal after its prey.

“Wait…” Fuyumi said, her voice full of concern. “Hawks visited you?” she frowned and pressed a hand against her chest. ‘That must be why Dad was so upset,’ like your father, she was unphased by your glare and her facial expression reflected her concern and loving nature.

She cared about this family as hellish as it was and wanted nothing more than to take care of her younger siblings, especially in the absence of your mother. Granted she decided to come back into the picture quite recently, which was yet another emotional toll you had to deal with.

Like Shoto, you kept a distance from your older siblings, and no matter how hard they tried to connect with you, there never seemed to be anything in common between you and them. You preferred to stay indoors and often refused to play with them growing up.

This, of course, was a result of your passion for support items which drove you to confine yourself to your room where you spent hours creating, fixing, or making blueprints of inventions. You paused and glared at her again, was she really asking such a dumb question?

You turned to Enji. “He’s not that bad you know. After everything he’s been through because of Touy-” a deep growl rumbled from his throat. “I know very well what happened,” he remarked, anger seeping from his words.

Guess he didn’t want to be reminded of the awful deeds his own flesh and blood committed. Natsuo sighed, pressing the tips of his fingers together. He felt hopeless that he couldn’t do anything about Touya. He glanced at you, crossing his arms before pressing his back into his seat.

“Lay off Y/n,” he demanded, now glaring at your father. “It’s not their fault that Touya ended up the way he did,” he noted, ignoring Fuyumi’s hand on his shoulder. “Don’t say that Natsuo,” she urged in a quiet whisper, why she always felt like defending your father was unknown.

You sighed, glancing out the window again. “What did he want?” Natsuo asked, catching your attention. “Hm?” you responded, not fully catching his question. “What did he want?” he repeated, slightly annoyed. You knitted your eyebrows and huffed. “Nothing,” you replied nonchalantly.

Natsuo narrowed his eyes, with the way you were dragged out the door, he didn’t buy it. Before he could inquire anything further, Enji said, “So it was Hawks who initiated it then.” You stared at him silently as you pressed your lips together.

He narrowed his eyes, returning your stare. “I’ll have to have a chat with him later,” he stated, it wasn’t in his interest for Keigo to have a romantic relationship with his child. “What?” you replied before pressing your hands against the empty space between you and Enji.

“No, you won’t! Nothing happened between us, he was just…” Your words faded into the air, and your eyes shifted back and forth. “Just what?” Enji asked, daring you to complete your sentence. “W-why does it matter?” you replied, knowing you were acting like a love-sick teenager.

As you stared out the window yet again, you took notice of the clouds passing by. “Y/n,” Enji snarled possessively. You sighed. “What?” you asked, glancing at his reflection in the glass of the window. He was wearing a frown, and his eyes held a hurt expression.

“I want to protect all of you,” he stated, once again attempting to show his softer side. You heard Natsuo huff in response while Fuyumi remained quiet. You lifted your hand to brush the cool metal tips of your artificial fingers against your lips, ignoring the blue-tinted hue that reflected off the window.

You recalled the feeling of Keigo’s breath against them and the faint butterfly kiss of his mouth against yours. ‘What would have happened if Dad didn’t interrupt us?’ You weren’t sure if you wanted to know, but one thing was clear.

“You can’t protect someone else’s heart,” you replied, your voice soft but audible. That hurt expression on his face deepened, but you didn’t bother turning your head or looking at his reflection any longer. Instead, you were more concerned over the realization that maybe, just maybe you liked Keigo after all.

[autistic-writer-angel]

Oc askssss

Boom! 🌋: (where were they during Ring of Fire?)

Reef 🐠: (where were they during the Great Barrier Reef)

What's the most trouble Angel has caused while sleep walking (so far)?

What do YOU think our OCs main bonding experience would be if they ever met?

-Nova☆

Thanks for the ask! And long answer alert! Again, for a reason, I’ll answer these out of order.

I’m not entirely sure what it would be like for Angel to bond with them. She’s shy and autistic, which makes things hard. Although, by that time, she would have gotten over the shock of animals talking, which might make things easier. The storm thing was good.

Angel’s sleepwalking. Oh, God! I have tons of potential scenarios for that. The most trouble she’s caused for herself is leaving the GUP-S (where they were all sleeping that night) and wandering off into a blizzard in Antarctica without a snow suit. Professor Natquik’s extraordinary hearing saved her life that night. He found her, gave her his jacket and took her back to the GUP-I- before the Octonauts even knew she was missing! (They were all asleep.)

I think the most trouble she’s caused for others is the time she grabbed the Captain’s Octo-Compass (something she does frequently) and sent out a message to every Octonaut and Octo-Agent: “Come in at four to discuss the problem. Bring hats and orange juice. I have an idea.”

Naturally, every Octo-Agent was like

And all the calls woke the Captain. He was confused at first, but quick to figure out what had happened. He went to Angel’s room and she was sound asleep, not sleepwalking or talking, but his Octo-Compass was on the floor. He took it back and apologised to everyone for the confusion. Angel didn’t even know what she’d done until she woke up five hours later. Kwazii’s greeting was, “You’re in trouble, matey!”, which scared her. The Captain assured her she wasn’t in trouble, but let her know what happened.

🐠 Honestly, Angel doesn’t do much in The Great Barrier Reef. She’d probably help make the pirate pies, but her role is very small. She only joins in for two musical numbers: “A Thousand Pies” and “Little Bit (Finale)”. She doesn’t want to see another pie after that.

“Well, guess what we’re having for dinner, matey!”

“I can eat with my eyes closed.”

🌋I do plan on posting a fic about this. (I’ll include a link when I have.) For now, a spoiler warning is in place.

Just for context, at this point, Angel is thirteen and has been living on the Octopod for three and a half years.

Angel goes with Dashi and Shellington to search for the Omura’s whale. When they end up on the island, she finds creatures who washed ashore and takes them back to the water (including her namesake angelfish!). Although, she hates that she only found them because she went behind a rock to pee.

Of course, she freaks out when they’re dealing with the volcano. However, Octonauts training video lesson 36 (dealing with stressful situations) helps her. Advice she takes from that video includes, doing something is always better than doing nothing.

Unfortunately, she has to go with them in the Mega GUP-Z to deal with the last volcano. (There wasn’t enough time to take her back to the Octopod, like they initially planned.) She is bricking it in that volcano, but manages to find creatures that need help. When the volcano finally erupts, though, she cries for the first time since her first night on the Octopod. Later on, she’s flat and has no energy. She just wants to lie in bed and block the world out. It’s supposed to be a combination of trauma and autistic burnout.

[scullysexual]

fictober day 15 | m | this list | ao3 | @today-in-fic | @xffictober2023

“Well then, if we’re gonna do this…” His hands find her hips and he slowly rolls them so Scully is on her back and he is on top. Scully smiles as Mulder’s hips come to rest in the valley on her thighs, her arms and legs hooking around him. “You’re gonna have to be quiet.” His lips find her neck, touching at the sweet spots that make her gasp. “Very, very quiet.” [Mulder and Scully aren't as quiet as they think]

Day 15: Public Sex.

Early morning sun has just began to crack through the curtains. Mulder wakes to the feel of a warm hand lazily sliding up and down his length and Scully cuddling closer.

A smile breaks across his face as he shifts towards her. His eyes open to the pale sunlit room of The Lone Gunmen’s living room and three bodies sleeping soundly a few feet away from them.

Scully moves, her hand unfortunately leaving his dick as she half lays/half straddles him. Realising he must be awake now, her lips find his, kissing him. Mulder lets her, revelling in the feel of her against him, how his cock rubs against her bare thigh but they’re also not alone this morning and he wonders if Scully remembered that.

He, unfortunately, pulls away.

“Good morning,” he says with a grin, his voice croaky from sleep.

She smiles softly down at him. “Good morning.” Scully moves up kiss him again but he stops her with a finger to her lips. At her confused look he cocks his head to where the others sleep. Scully follows his look though she appears undeterred. The sight of company isn’t the surprised revelation he thought it might be.

“Are you sure about this?”

Scully nods.

Mulder had to admit the idea of it did turn him on just a little bit.

“Well then, if we’re gonna do this…” His hands find her hips and he slowly rolls them so Scully is on her back and he is on top. Scully smiles as Mulder’s hips come to rest in the valley on her thighs, her arms and legs hooking around him. “You’re gonna have to be quiet.” His lips find her neck, touching at the sweet spots that make her gasp.

It does make her gasp. Somebody from the other side of the room grunts and they both freeze, looking over in the direction of the noise. When all is clear, Scully bites her lip. Mulder grins again.

“Very, very quiet.” He leans above her, reaching down to move various articles of clothing out the way. He hovers just near her entrance, ready. “Think you can do that?”

At her second nod he pushes in.

A woman sighs and a man grunts.

At first Byers thinks it’s just normal sleep sounds until he hears it again. There’s also the accompanying sound of rustling.

He rolls over, fighting to fall back asleep, on that cusp of awake and sleeping when he hears it. That same woman’s voicing sighing Mulder.

“Fuck, Scully…” comes the unmistakable voice of Mulder. Then. “Shh, you said you’d be quiet.”

“I am being quiet,” is half moaned.

Byers lays there unmoving. If he listens he can hear wet noises…?

He freezes, everything falling into place and shuts his eyes as tight as he can willing himself to go back to sleep. However, this realisation has him wide awake when the last thing he wants is to listen to his friend and his friend’s girlfriend having sex.

Having sex…That’s what they were doing. Byer’s grows hot with embarrassment, telling himself to go to sleep, go to sleep, trying everything not to picture it and failing miserably.

The cacophony of noises are sounding faster, slightly more louder. Byers definitely does not want to listen to them orgasm. His eyes shut tighter and he clenches his fist. Does he cough and alert them to his potential presence? He doesn’t want to seem like a creep for listening but coughing is normal sleeping stuff, he’s far enough away from them to still think he was asleep.

There wasn’t a lot of time left. Shit, what does he do?

He doesn’t want to hear them orgasm but he also doesn’t want to ruin it. He maybe has about 10 seconds to decide before—

His decision is made for him when Frohike lets out a huge fart.

Thank god, Byers thinks before quickly burying his head beneath his sleeping bag. Now maybe he can go back to sleep and forget the whole thing.

There’s the sounds of heavy breathing, then.

“Did you just come to Frohike farting?” Mulder asks.

“Absolutely not.”

A zipper is pulled apart.

“Come on,” says Mulder.

“Where are we going?”

“Bathroom. Now!”

Byers stays completely still as he hears their feet patter off towards the bathroom. When he hears the door quietly close he lets out a breath, his whole body relaxing. As he falls back to sleep, he tries desperately hard to forget everything he just experienced.

[izzy-b-hands]

This was meant to be an excerpt that might or might not go in the in-progress Ed's Midwifery Charge fic, but it maybe turned into a mini fic of its own?

Idk, but it's Izzy and Ed and the baby from the sort of au I've created with that fic and they're so tired. So so tired. (aka I got to relive helping my family stay up with my younger cousins when they were newborns while writing this lmao)

“How about a story about sleeping?” Ed says, voice pitched as high as it can go, strained. “I bet Izzy has a story about sleeping, and going to sleep, and staying asleep-”

Izzy nods as he racks his brain for a story both relevant and baby-appropriate. “There was the night we slept hiding in Jackie's attic.”

“Oh yeah,” Ed doesn't stop moving, still gently bouncing on his feet. “And she nearly caught us fucking midway through the night.”

“I don't think Basilica cares about that part of it.”

“Well, after that night we almost thought we'd be doing this with one of our own,” Ed raises a brow as he moves past Izzy. “So it's a cautionary tale, as well as a lovely story about how nice it is to fall asleep so other people can also sleep. Basilica, I really can’t recommend it enough, the sleeping thing.”

“I can take a turn,” Izzy holds out his arms. “Come on, I know your arms are going numb.”

“Only a little,” Ed turns back and gently deposits Basilica into his arms. “What else can we do here…most people find it soothing to be rocked by a ship; how is the double rocking of us and the ship not doing it for her?”

“We can ask the crew for help,” Izzy murmurs, settling into a gentle rock as he starts to pace the floorboards of Ed's quarters. “They've said they would help-”

“They need to be rested for the next raid,” Ed interrupts. “And on guard in case anyone fucks with us during the night.”

“We could take turns-” Izzy pauses. He can feel the tension rising. This isn't worth the argument. “We could…I don't know, rock more with the ship's motion? We already are, but-”

“Don't discredit any ideas that might win this for us,” Ed murmurs as he walks up behind Izzy and leans, rocking with him. 

“She's an infant; it isn't a competit-” 

“Shhh,” Ed shushes him and wraps his arms around Izzy's waist. “Just sleeping, and rocking, and the waves are so-”

Ed pauses.

“Is this making you feel a bit sick?” Izzy asks softly. “Because I might admit, for myself-”

“Yeah, no, we gotta stop or I'm gonna hurl,” Ed mutters, but he doesn't move from Izzy's back. “Kid, you need sleep. We need sleep. Please.”

The thing is, Basilica isn't crying. Simply staring up at them with her wide, unfocused eyes. In theory, she could be laid in her bassinet and would potentially fall asleep…

“Dare we try laying her down again?” Izzy asks, half to himself and half to Ed. “She cried the last time.”

“Maybe if we give her a few minutes, she'll relax and stop and try to sleep,” Ed yawns in his ear. “That could be a thing that happens. God, that would be so cool if that happened.”

“You have to let go of me for me to set her down.”

“In a minute,” Ed mumbles, breath warm on his neck, in his hair. “That was a good night, that night in the attic.”

“It was,” Izzy murmurs. He can't help but smile at the memory of it: cuddling with their clothes as a mattress and a rough blanket of Jackie's as their covers, that had turned into teasing and mumbling that they'd be careful, mindful of their lack of condoms (too expensive when they didn't have the scratch to pay for a room at Jackie's, or to at least rent the attic versus hiding in it.) 

“Try laying her down,” Ed steps back from him. “I'm sure we can handle a few minutes of crying until she sleeps.”

For the first minute, it seems like they might. She's upset, but not crying too hard or loudly. Just a minute to adjust to not being held, maybe. 

“What would you say if I said I kind of want to reenact that night?” Ed steps closer again. 

“I…” Izzy sighs. “Would love to say yes. And I think you already know that, but-” 

She’s still crying, little face screwed up and tiny fingers curled into fists. 

He catches Ed’s gaze. “I don’t think we’re going to get a chance to do that tonight.” 

“No, we’re not,” Ed sighs deeply and picks Basilica up again. “They’re gonna start talking about you as the cruel captain of this ship. Not letting people sleep, throwing up on them, being so demanding! But you’re cute enough I think you can get away with it.” 

“Do you really want…” Izzy continues hesitantly. “Another night, you and I-” 

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it,” Ed interrupts. “Do we have any more coffee?” 

“No,” Izzy replies, wondering how much Ed really means it. He said he’d meant to have them kill Bonnet, and that hadn’t happened. He’d more than once told him he was done with Jack, wouldn’t let him back onboard to fuck up their and their crew’s lives. That had been false too. 

“Then we’re raiding as much for that as we are anything else tomorrow,” Ed frowns. “How the fuck did we run out?” 

“We’ve been busy,” Izzy shrugs. “Babies will do that to you, I think. We could stop at the nearest port, sell some of the loot-” 

“And risk someone attempting to make good on the bounty on my head?” Ed scoffs as he bounces, Basilica still wailing in his arms. “You really are tired, or I know you wouldn’t have suggested that.” 

“I am. I’m sorry.” 

For a moment, Ed’s gaze softens. “Yeah. We’re both tired. We’ll take whatever we can from whoever we raid…I keep saying tomorrow, but it’s already tomorrow, isn’t it?” 

Izzy nods as he lets himself lean against the nearest wall, to keep himself standing and awake. “It’s past midnight, I know that much.” 

“Maybe rocking in the bassinet?” Ed asks, but seemingly more to himself than anyone else, setting Basilica back in it with a pained wince. “I know; I’m so sorry. But you have to sleep, eventually. So do we, and maybe this won’t be so bad, hm? Please stop crying.” 

Izzy joins him at the other side of the bassinet, both of them gently tapping it to one side then the other, and he realises Ed is crying. “Ed. If you want to lay down yourself-” 

“I just feel bad that she’s still crying,” Ed sniffles, and the tears really start to fall. “We’re doing everything we can and she’s still crying so hard but she’s so little. Have you seen her toes?” 

“I have,” Izzy smiles softly. “We’ve been counting them, making sure they aren’t going anywhere.” 

He doesn’t mean to allude to what Ed’s done to him, the comment is genuinely a joke. He can recall, as a young child helping his mother, watching excited new parents counting every toe and finger, eyes, tapping the tip of an impossibly tiny nose. He only means that, not what he’s sure Ed is thinking of as Ed looks at him. 

“You were this little once.”

“Um,” Izzy nods. “I was. So were you. So were all of us, I presume. Except maybe Buttons, he might have started out as a gull…” 

“Your toes were this tiny.” Ed’s gaze upon him feels almost like a burn now, with Ed silently sobbing as he stares. 

“They were. I regret they didn’t stay that cute and small, though that probably would have been its own issue. They’re not that cute now, I know that much-” 

Ed leans across the bassinet, pausing it in its rocking, and pulls him into a kiss. 

As they part, Ed blinks hard. “I’m sorry.” 

“What?” 

“I,” Ed pauses. “I’m. I don’t want anyone doing that to Basilica. Where can we…who can we give her to, so that won’t ever happen?” 

“I don’t know for sure,” Izzy says, and there’s surprise at hearing his own breath hitch, realising there are tears streaming down his own face. “But we’ll do our best. We’ll find someone.” 

“I can’t keep doing this,” Ed mutters desperately. “To myself, or to you, or the crew-” 

“Okay,” Izzy stands and moves back to Ed, helping him off the floor as Basilica cries. “You lay down.” 

“But-” 

“Just do it,” Izzy sniffles as he wipes away tears. “Give me a minute.” 

It takes another few minutes to set it up, and Ed is beside him again by the second one. “We don’t have enough blankets for this.” 

“No, but a traditional blanket fort wouldn’t be safe when she’s this little,” Izzy sighs. “This might work though.” 

The floor is littered in the few remaining cushions (most stabbed a few times, but still soft enough), a smattering of their remaining blankets. The rest of the blankets he’s stabbed to the wall, using the multitude of small knives already in various walls around the room. Stretched out and pinned low as they are, it’s the closest he can get to making them a blanket fort that can safely fit the bassinet. 

“Here we go,” Ed weeps softly as they lay down inside of it, both helping to rock the bassinet again. “See, you’re okay. We’re all okay. And now that you’re safe and cosy, you can sleep! Please try and sleep.” 

“She will,” Izzy says as he adjusts, to get as comfortable as he can. “And so will we. Worse case scenario, Frenchie and Jim take turns leading the raids tomorrow.” 

“That’s fine,” Ed mumbles. “Do you think Stede is safe, right now?” 

It takes him a moment, to think of how to say it right. To say it how Ed probably needs to hear it, versus how he wants to say it. “I think Stede is okay. I’d bet he’s complaining, maybe a bit cold or somewhere damp, but if he’s back somewhere on the sea like I’m sure he is-” 

“You really think that, don’t you?” Ed asks incredulously. “That he’s back out here, looking for us?” 

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Izzy shrugs, gently tapping the bassinet as it leans his way. Inside, Basilica has quieted to sniffles and hiccups, much like himself. Tears never last long for him, even when he wants to cry. It’s like there’s some shut off valve in his mind that keeps them from sticking around. “And he’s probably found his crew again, those that aren’t with us-” 

“That we marooned,” Ed interjects. “She’ll never do anything to get herself marooned. And if anyone does maroon you, Basilica, I’ll kill them for you. I swear it.” 

Izzy makes a mental note to do his best to keep in touch with whoever takes the baby from them. Even if the letters aren’t monthly or even bi-monthly, Ed will want some reminder that she’s still safe and being well looked after. “And they might not be doing as well as they were. We have his fancy, expensive ship, after all.” 

“We do,” Ed nods. “You really don’t mind it?” 

“It’s ostentatious. He made certain choices I wouldn’t, for the overall health of the ship but…she is very pretty.” 

It’s right on the cusp of awkward, and he’s aware of how carelessly they’re dancing on it. But they haven’t been this open and honest with each other in years, and there’s an ache in his chest as he realises how much he’s been missing it. 

“She is,” Ed nods again. “Oh, but this is even prettier. Someone’s sleeping.” 

Basilica is, finally, lightly sleeping. Tiny chest moving up and down, the occasional sniffle still from all her crying. 

“We can sleep now too,” Izzy smiles softly. 

“We can,” Ed sighs. “But maybe a few more minutes up. Just want to make sure she’s still-” 

“Breathing?” Izzy adds. “Yeah, I know. I mean, she’s fine. We can see that.” 

“We can,” Ed says as he adjusts, cracking his back in the process. He winces at the sound. “Sorry. But if we sleep right away, and something happens to change that-” 

“I’d never forgive myself,” Izzy interrupts.

“Me neither,” Ed breathes out, and Izzy realises they’ve both been holding their breaths in time with Basilica’s breathing. “A few more minutes awake then, to be safe.” 

“Or an hour.” 

“Or two.” 

The time doesn’t really matter. As exhausted as he is, he doesn’t want the bubble of the moment to burst. They’re not exactly happy, they’re not exactly safe, but this is better than it’s been by a lot. Better than he feels he’d have any right to ask for.

[thechangeling4]

the dbda and sandman fandom in general is really asleep on 3 points connected to this:

1. that one half episode basicly set ferdinan up for the karl urban treatment. we could have hob freaking out when he sees queen victoria and then again when he sees modern joanna 'cause holy shit this woman's face is everywhere! but noooo. i've only found 1 dracula untold fic and come oooon! the potential tension between justified angry vlad and justified protective dream over hob would be phenomenal.

2. hobs immortality means that there's a good chance that hob and ck have met. maybe hooked up. possibly without knowing the others connection to the supernatural. if they all met i think hob would be pretty chill but imagine dream and edwins reaction. imagine ck's reaction to finding he hooked up with dream's pet human/husband and now edwin has met him.

3. ck meeting dream has SO much potential for funny. it is the cat of dreams! he's gonna go total fangirl. you know those cats that twist themselvs around your ankles, purring like lawnmowers and demanding pets? he's gonna do that. and dream likes cats, cat or human form, he's absolutly gonna pet him and tell him he's a good cat. imagine the dbda's reaction to that. if you go the desire's kid route he can still do that, but, this is now also his uncle dream and, wether or not he likes him, associating with him in any way that's not hostile(a bad idea on its own) is likely to get an unpleasent reaction from desire. oh, the dilemma.

Edwin Introduces Dream And Hob To The Cat King And CK Is Beforehand Like “Im So Happy That You Want Me To Meet Your Friends! This Really Is The Next Step In Our Relationship-” Then He Meets Dream And Is Just Floored Like “…Edwin Why Is The Cat Of Dreams Here?”. Edwin Has No Clue Dream Has A Connection To Cats But Hob Just Claps CK On The Shoulder And Nods

[garbinge]

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Jax Teller x F!Reader

Summary: Lockdown at the clubhouse can be stressful, even when Jax comes back. 

I have a sort of second part to this fic, called Riding With Angels. Can be considered its own standalone fic but figured I’d link it here!

A/N: I have no idea what this is but it’s something so enjoy lol. 

Word Count: 1.9k 

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, canon level violence insinuated. 

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Not sure how many SOA fics i’ll have in the future but happy to add anyone to any potential future fics!)

The heaviness of the day was apparent on everyone at the club house that night. It was lockdown day number 7, but it was starting to feel like everyone had been there for weeks. Which was normal, the days blended together here at the clubhouse, especially for those who didn’t sleep in the dorms and were making their beds on the old couches, pool tables, and floor of the club. You heard some commotion outside of Jax’s dorm so you decided to leave Abel and Thomas who were sound asleep and made your way through the bar area which was looking more like a maze with all the sleeping bags. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” Gemma’s voice alerted you to look in the kitchen. She was pouring a cup of coffee for herself but had grabbed a second mug for you. 

“Hey, Gem.” You stepped into the kitchen, not making eye contact as you were still curious about the commotion. 

“They just got back,” she said, focused on the pour, “doesn’t look good.”

You nodded, expecting that much. You didn’t know what was happening, you rarely ever did, but they didn’t go into lockdown over nothing. The more you thought about it, you weren’t sure if there was ever a point where lockdown went past one week, but there was always a first for everything. 

“Go,” Gemma nodded towards the door that lead to the lot, “I’ll go be with the boys, you go check on your’s.” 

Before you could argue, not sure if you were ready to deal with what was on the other side of the door, Gemma was walking back towards the dorms, leaving you with coffee and your thoughts, alone. 

After a sip and a sigh, you got the courage to go outside. There was a large bonfire happening just outside the awning, mostly made up of family but a few of the club members had joined. Most of them sporting new cuts and bruises. Your eyes scanned over all of them, taking them all in. Juice looked broken, his spirit crushed, his lip split. Happy was next to him, no visible marks on him, but the rage was dripping off of him. Tig had made his way past you, patting your back and mumbling a quick “hey, doll” greeting but in such a monotone voice in comparison to Tig’s normal tone. 

You now were looking for him. A little worried what you were going to be met with, broken bones, or worst, a broken soul. Scanning the lot, you were startled by someone tall breaking your gaze. 

“Jesus Christ, Ope.” You whispered. It normally would have gotten a chuckle out of him but not today. There likely wouldn’t have been any sign of a laugh around here anytime soon. 

“Jax isn’t here, yet. He’ll be here in a bit.” he said like he had been rehearsing what to say. After taking a quick glance at the bikes you noticed Clay and Jax’s bikes were missing. You nodded to Opie, understanding there was something bigger at play here that you likely would never know about. 

You made your way to the bonfire, grabbing an open seat. Your thoughts consumed you as the time passed and there was no sign of Jax. The mug you had was now empty but before you knew it that same tall shadowy figure was hovering over you again. Opie was back with a mug of coffee in one hand and a beer in the other. He offered you the coffee mug and sat down on the bench next to you. 

“Any fuckin’ longer and I might have to start drinking to pass the time,” you half joked as you brought the coffee to your lips. 

Opie didn’t say anything, which normally wouldn’t have bothered you, but right now you needed something to keep you level headed. 

“Opie. You gotta give me something.” Your eyes looked over at him as he stared into the bonfire. “Is it ATF? The Mayans?” You questioned pulling at the little bit you knew happening with the club. 

That got Opie’s attention, he looked down at you with a frown on his face. 

“I may not know the ins and outs of the club’s doings, but I’m not stupid, I can pick up on shit.” You looked away from him not expecting him to give you anything. 

“It’s family shit.” Opie said at a mumble. “Mixed with other shit, but, something is up with him and Clay.” 

Now that, you knew. Jax had shared a few things with you in regards to Clay, but nothing you were willing to show your cards on to anyone in the club. You just gave Opie a nod, but then your eyes went around to all the other guys who were beat up. 

“You’re telling me that Jax and Clay’s shit did all that.” You pointed to Juice, Tig, and Happy who were sitting across the fire out of earshot nursing their wounds with frozen bags of vegetables, sad looks, and alcohol. 

“Would you believe me if I said yes?” Opie attempted to smile. 

“Maybe.” You smiled back at him. 

“Shit’s bleeding into the club, makes us weak.” Opie said knowing it was the last piece of information he was going to give up. You’d known Opie on a different level than the rest of the club. He was Jax’s best friend and that’s how you knew him first, compared to everyone else who were just patch members who were nice to you since you were Jax’s girl. 

“You’re telling me because you want me to talk to him.” You said seeing right through what he was doing. 

Before Opie could answer or you could ask him why he thought you were going to be the one to get through to him, the sound of motorcycles in the distance filled the air and your head turned as the few people on guard at the gate moved to open the fence. 

Clay’s bike was first in but Jax was shortly behind him. The two of them didn’t speak, in fact Clay was off his bike and halfway to the clubhouse while Jax was still backing up into his spot. 

The president walked by you, his eyes locked with yours for a millisecond, you would have missed it if you weren’t looking for clues in every detail happening at the moment. His glance, although short, was menacing, it was mean, and it was annoying but it was short lived so instead of giving that any of your energy, you turned to wait for Jax. 

His walk was slow, and there was definitely a limp in his walk. His eye was red and starting to bruise. Your mind had to wonder if that was a consequence of whatever the rest of the guys went through or something Clay had just done. 

He was closer now, and you could see how he felt all over his face. You took a few steps forward, not expecting him to engulf you into a hug the way he did. His lips met with your temple and your arms wrapped around his waist and slid under his kutte. 

He smelled like defeat, which was a mix of sweat, cologne, cigarettes, and dirt. But you weren’t going to let that get in the way of the moment he was having with you. 

His hands moved to cup your face, despite his slumped shoulders that originally melted into your grip at first. You were now eye to eye, staring at each other. 

“Hi.” You said at a whisper. 

His lips were pressed together but parted into a small smile when you spoke. 

His eyebrows raised, “hi,” he said back to you as his thumb caressed your cheek and the rest of his fingers gripped your head tighter. 

“I heard you had a rough day or something.” Your voice was still at a whisper. 

“Or something,” he said with a nod. 

“I’m not a fan of your new accessory,” you let your grip behind his waist go and move up to caress his bruised eye. 

Jax had a high tolerance for pain, so when there was a slight flinch as you lightly touched it, you knew that meant he was in a lot of pain. 

“Sorry,” you removed your hand from the bruise. “I’ll get you something cold for it,” you went to let go of him so you could scour the clubhouse for any frozen vegetable that wasn’t currently being used by one of the other members but Jax pulled you back. 

“Let’s go home,” Jax said, placing his hand over yours back on his face. 

“Okay, sure, I cleaned the dorm up today, the boys are asleep but if you want some time to shower I can take them to sit by the bonfire or have Gemma watch them for a bit.” Your mind was going a mile a minute, which usually happened when you were overwhelmed with thoughts. 

“No, babe, like home. I want to go home.” Jax said as seriously as possible. 

“We’re on lockdown, though.” You frowned looking up at him. 

“Abel and Thomas can stay here with my mom, and you know I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I just can’t be here.” His eyes closed and his head shook. 

“Alright, yea, that sounds good. Honestly it sounds nice, I’m sick of the shitty water pressure here.” You managed to make him laugh. “Let me just get some of my stuff, and then we can go.” 

You had taken two steps before you turned around again. “You gotta give me something when we get back, Jax. You gotta let me in.” It was random and probably shocking to hear that out of your mouth, but at the same time, what really could Jax expect. 

He gave you a nod in approval. “Get your stuff and we’ll get out of here.” He said giving a final nod to the clubhouse, and with that you escaped behind the metal door. 

After finding Gemma who was now with Abel and Thomas in the main part of the clubhouse, playing, you asked if she could watch them while you and Jax were gone. She had her hesitancy of letting the two leave the compound but she knew you weren’t the person to argue with about it, and with everything going on, she wasn’t going to have that conversation with Jax. She’d just hope nothing horrible would happen. 

You were in Jax’s dorm, grabbing some of your things from the dresser when you heard the door close. Your head snapped to see Jax making his way over to the bed.

“I’ll be done in like 2 minutes, just need to grab my backpack.” Your head wasn’t facing him, you just figured he was waiting for you at the edge of the bed. But when you turned around you saw a large binder in his hands. It looked like a manual to a bike or a car, so you frowned but you glanced at the door and noticed Jax had locked the door, which likely meant whatever was in the binder was more important than it looked. 

“If you want me to give you something, I’m going to have to give you everything. And it all starts here.” His hand lifted the binder and shook it. 

“It’s going to be a long night isn’t it?” You said sitting next to him grabbing the binder from his hands and running your hand over it. 

“But at least we’ll be home.” Jax lifted his eyebrows and pushed his shoulder into yours. 

You smiled and leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before pulling away and staring into his blue eyes. 

[sailxrmxrs]

happy birthday quest blooming panic what a lovely day it is indeed. was i awake at ungodly hours trying to come up with an idea that i would be able to write into a half decent birthday fic? maybe, maybe not you'll never know yes i was. anyway my internet was trying to fight me all week so it's been a Time trying to finish this on time but it was worth it bc quest beloved deserves a happy birthday and a happy birthday ONLY. if i see any angst today it's on sight. see u next month for xyx gamers. hopefully my internet won't hate me by then lmao.

Quest shifted under the covers, finally waking from a night of comfortable sleep. The curtains were still closed and the room still dim enough that he could have easily fallen back asleep for another hour or two, though his work schedule would certainly hinder those plans. Quest rolled over, eyes closed again as he reached to pull you in close to his chest. Only, as his arm came down on the spot you always slept in, he was met with empty space. The sheets still held the faintest lingering warmth but you were decidedly not there. Quest sat up, the heel of his hand rubbing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes before finding his glasses so that he might discover where you had gone. It wasn't rare for you to wake up first, but you almost always waited until he had woken too. Or, if you had to leave, then you'd at least wake him up with a soft and sleepy kiss goodbye. It was a tradition he felt almost lost without as he rose from the inviting warmth of the bed in search of you. Last night you'd mentioned needing to run a few errands in the morning but would you really have left so early? Or without telling Quest? It wasn't that he disliked you leaving without him knowing, but rather that he would have wanted to go with you.

In the time since you and Quest had moved in together, he dearly treasured any outing you took as a couple; no matter how mundane or boring the task might seem, Quest found it all so incredibly domestic and he adored spending that time with you. As he sleepily explored your shared home, calling out your name in his husky morning voice, Quest began to grow more and more concerned. Realistically, he knew you'd probably just headed out to run some errands but that semblance of logic did little to quell his unease. However, instead of opting to let those thoughts fester, Quest continued with his morning routine and brewed himself a coffee. If anything, it'd serve to wake him up a little and steal away the aching tiredness that still dwelled in his eyes. As he manouevered about the kitchen, Quest's eyes found the calendar that hung beneath the clock on the kitchen wall. His birthday. Every year it came around and still managed to take him by surprise. His birthday was never really an event that Quest waited in anticipation for, particularly in his adult years—he barely even remembered the last time he celebrated it. Though he certainly remembered the gentle scolding you gave him the previous year when he accidentally let slip that it was his birthday. He hadn't hidden the fact intentionally but the thought to share it simply hadn't crossed his mind, a result of his own lacklustre views on the so-called 'special' day.

This was to be his first birthday since moving in together—and also the first one that you were aware of. A thought flashed in Quest's mind that perhaps the reason you'd snuck out so early was because you were planning something for his birthday. Neither one of you had discussed potential plans so Quest naturally assumed the day would pass by fairly uneventfully. It would’ve been nice to celebrate, of course, but he hadn’t dwelled on the thought long enough to consider asking what plans you might want to make. As Quest leaned against the kitchen counter taking his first sip of coffee, he heard the sound of the front door unlocking and you arriving home. Within moments you were in the kitchen, a pleasantly surprised look on your face to see Quest awake and about.

"Hello, you." You hadn't yet shrugged off your coat as you bounced over to Quest, nose tinted pink from the biting chill of the morning air.

Quest slid a mug towards you, prepared exactly how you liked it as you came up beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Happy birthday, love. Thought you'd still be in bed by the time I got back."

"Not worth having a lie in without you there," Quest hummed, taking another sip of coffee. "Where did you run off to, anyway?"

You spared a quick glance toward the front door of the apartment before noting Quest's poor attempts to hide his avid curiosity. "I was hoping you'd still be asleep so I could make the surprise more exciting but I guess this will do. Go sit on the sofa and close your eyes. And keep 'em closed. No peeking or no present."

"Being with you is enough of a gift for me," Quest teased, his hands reaching for your waist while you playfully tried to push him away.

"You are disgustingly cute sometimes. But also I hate it." Despite your words, you relinquished to Quest's hold on you, relishing in the warmth of his bare chest on your cheek. The two of you stayed there, suspended in time, until the anticipation of seeing Quest's reaction to his birthday gift overcame you. "There's plenty of time for birthday cuddles later. For now, ass on couch and eyes closed."

Quest chuckled, amused by your impatience but he listened to your instruction this time around, planting himself down and closing his eyes. There was a hint of temptation to open an eye just to see how you might react but he decided against it, feeling your eyes scrutising him for a sign of disobedience. Satisifed that he wouldn't sneak a glance, you headed back to the front door where you had left Quest's birthday present—the most important of them anyway. You had some smaller gifts hidden away in your wardrobe but those could wait until later. You had a strong suspicion that Quest might care for this one a little more.

"Okay, open your eyes in 3, 2, 1."

Quest's eyes opened, adjusting to the light once more as he looked for a change in the scenery. At his confusion, you told him to look by his feet. Sniffing the floor by Quest's feet was a small labrador puppy, a bright golden colour as it explored all the new sights and sounds.

"You didn't," Quest said, disbelief and surprise all over his features.

"I did." You grinned at Quest as he reached down to pick up the puppy, now excitedly greeting its new father. "You're always saying how you'd love to get a dog someday so I thought it was about time to grant that wish."

Quest smiled at you as the puppy bounded off to explore the apartment, paws skittering along the floors. His hands sought out yours, fingers intertwining and interlocking as he blinked away the tears that collected in the corners of his eyes. "Have I ever told you that you're a literal angel?"

"Once or twice," you laughed as Quest pulled you onto his lap, arms enveloping your body as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, leaving a smattering of kisses on the skin.

"Well I'll say it again. You're an angel. What did I do to deserve you?"

"None of that," you reprimanded, pulling back from his grasp and taking his face in your hands. "You are deserving of it all. But we should probably go find our new baby. Before they get to your gifts before you can." You moved from your spot in front of Quest, hands finding his as though there were magnets, or a string binding the two of you together; wherever one went, the other was assured to follow no matter the physical distance that may emerge between them. Whatever plans Quest had been expecting, this was so far removed from how he'd thought the day might go. But he could not have felt more loved than in this moment. If Quest could bottle any emotion, it would be this one: pure, unadulterated adoration and appreciation for all that you were. Quest couldn't imagine a life without you in it—didn't want to imagine such an existence. Before he had met you, Quest was merely drifting through life. Sure, he had plenty of nice memories from his time in the server, but he hadn't felt like he was truly living until that fateful day you made your way into his life. Since then, Quest felt as though he was finally seeing in colour, finally experiencing life and all its wonders as they should be experienced. And, as he watched you laughing as the small puppy came bounding into your arms, Quest knew this was the exact brand of happiness that he would never let slip from his grasp. So with all the love in his eyes, he came to your side where he strived to be for as long as he lived.

[fangurk]

Puppy Love (The Cullen Family x Child! Werewolf! Reader)

Key:

Y/n - Your Name

Y/h/c - Your Hair Color

Y/e/c - Your Eye Color

Y/f/c - Your Favorite Color

Y/f/f - Your Favorite Flavor

Prompt (given to me by @inrice): but could you do something along the lines of the cullens (mainly alice) takes upon the job of raising a werewolf!reader? who's a child of course.

Summary: Alice Cullen stumbles upon a very strange, very lonely child while out on a hunt and, in true Cullen fashion, decides to take them home. Nobody knows how to take care of a werewolf or a child, but when they put in a collective effort (and bring in the help of Bella) things start getting easier...

Warning: Is this kidnapping? It might be kidnapping, fluff, slightly angsty at some parts, AU because Caius is cruel, and potentially odd genderless terms of endearment.

A/n: family fic makes the brain go brrr. so like i didn't really know how to handle the whole werewolf thing because the twilight lore is so... bare... and i wanted to write more on the family parts so it's not like a real focus but it is mentioned quite a bit. I hope that's okay! /gen

Word Count: 1.2k+

Alice wasn’t able to foresee you.

She simply stumbled across you one day on a hunt, your tiny body curled up at the base of a tree. You smelled so much of dog she almost mistook you for one, and then you looked up at her with big y/e/c eyes and she knew.

Carlisle wasn’t very happy when she brought you home.

“The Volturi will have a field day with this.” He says as he repacks his doctor bag. “The child is dangerous to have around.”

“But they're all alone, Carlisle. You said it yourself, they looked like they were out there for days— and I waited there with them until nightfall, no one came…”

Her shoulders fall and she looks at the door separating them from the rest of the family.

“Oh please just let them stay, we’ll all take care of them— if anything we’re better suited for it than anyone!”

Carlisle opens his mouth to protest but is interrupted by Esme opening the door, you asleep in her arms. All of his hesitance melts away at the sight, and at the sound of your small snores.

He sighs. “Fine, the child can stay— but we have to be careful.”

Alice nearly erupts with her joy, and Carlisle tries to hide a smile.

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They give you a nice bedroom.

Rosalie, Alice, and Esme take an entire day to shop, nearly clearing out three children’s stores in the process. They build you furniture and they paint the walls a pretty shade of y/f/c; you now own more toys and clothes than a kid can possibly comprehend.

You spend the day with Emmett, the only Cullen boy who’s comfortable getting close to you, and he introduces you to the wide range of children’s cartoons. Your browsing ended with Crashbox, something that had the big man far more into it than you, but it was fun nonetheless.

“Want to see your room, Y/n?” Rosalie hums, poking her head around the corner and flashing you a dazzling smile.

The ladies let you wander around the new space, excitement brightening your features.

Emmett is still enraptured by the TV long after you’re put to bed.

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Most days are good days.

Even if two of the family members seem a little afraid of you, you’re happy. You’re fed and clothed and loved.

But then there are bad days.

You wouldn’t eat. Nothing Esme made you was satisfactory and you were too upset and overwhelmed to let anyone know what you wanted; everyone tries to comfort you, even Jasper with his powers, but none of it really seems to work.

And then Edward comes home.

He left at some point during the crying and everyone figured that he was just bailing ship like he usually does when it comes to you. But, in reality, he somehow managed to get a cohesive reading of your mind and immediately went to someone who could help him.

“I brought Bella.” He says, gesturing awkwardly at his equally awkward girlfriend when five sets of frustrated eyes land on him.

“And I brought chicken nuggets…” The brunette human raises the bag up with a smile.

Everyone watches in confusion as you perk up a bit.

“Uh, here.” Bella crosses the room and places the bag down in front of you.

You open the bag and immediately start eating, sniffling but no longer upset. Every Cullen is reeling in shock.

“Well. What do you have to say to Bella?” Alice clears her throat, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Thank you, Bella.” You mumble, mouth full of food.

“Oh- it was actually Edward’s idea.”

You turn and thank him, beaming, and he gives you a crooked smile in return.

Afterward, Edward doesn’t really avoid you anymore.

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‘Children of the Moon’ don’t pass their lycanthropy onto their offspring.

Alice doesn’t like to think about it, but sometimes the implication that someone bit and infected you consumes her mind and it makes her want to cry.

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On the days they go to school, you do too.

They figure it’s good for you to spend time with other kids your age, and it seems to be. You always come home with crazy stories of playtime adventures and smelling of paint and crayons; the teachers love you, or more so the bright little woman who picks you up from school.

“Draw your family.” The teacher encourages one day.

You draw the Cullens.

When you proudly hand it to Alice when she picks you up from school, she lifts you up in a hug. Jasper frames your little drawing and puts it up next to all of their graduation caps.

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The full moon is pretty horrific.

In order to keep everyone safe from your tiny claws, they keep you in the basement. For hours before the transformation, you just lie down there and wail-- you’re only little, it’s only fair.

Alice sits outside and talks to you the whole time, her voice wavering and her hands shaking.

She doesn’t move after the wails turn into howls, even if it would be safer to do so.

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“Does Jasper hate me?”

You’re wrapped up in bandages, sitting on the picnic blanket with your adoptive mother and eating a sandwich too big for you as her husband pretends to do something down by the water. Alice is completely blindsided. They’ve sort of explained what they are to you, and you’ve kind of filled in blank spaces to the best of your ability, but she’s still unsure how to explain Jasper’s hesitance.

She doesn’t wind up having to.

“No,” He says, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t. I’m actually quite fond of you darlin’.”

That alone seems to satisfy you and, over time, he loosens up a bit.

Jasper seems happier than he has in a while, listening to you talk about things little kids talk about, and Alice watches fondly with a smile.

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One of them reads a story and tucks you into bed every night.

Most times it’s Alice, sometimes Jasper joins in.

Tonight is one of those nights. You’re clean and showered, dressed in a cute little pajama set, and nestled under the covers; she’s lying down next to you, Goodnight Moon open in her hands, and he’s in a chair next to the bed.

“... goodnight noises everywhere.” She finishes, smiling at your drooping eyes and lulling head.

Carefully, she unwinds herself from you and, with the help of her husband tucks the blanket under your sides. You tug your favorite stuffed animal close to your chest, y/e/c eyes closed, and a smile on your little face.

“Goodnight, y/n.” “Night, kid.” They each say, Alice bending down to kiss your head and Jasper opting to stand there and smile.

“G’night mom and dad.”

Jasper’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he turns to face his wife quickly.

Alice Cullen, the girl who forgot half of her life, never felt more whole than she did standing in your room, holding her mate’s hand, and turning off the light as the hushed sound of a cricket’s song filled the big house...

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[xocasper]

Sharing Is Caring

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader x Mikey Way Summary: Mikey is staying with you and Frank for a little while, and your bedroom walls are thin. His are too, though, resulting in a sinful discovery that leads to a night far dirtier than you anticipated. Warnings: NSFW content, potentially ooc lmfao Tags: oral sex, orgasm denial, rough sex, dirty talk, dacryphilia Word Count: 2388 A/N: This is mediocre at best. The ending kinda sucks because I don’t know how to write endings, but the actual fic is fine lol.

When Mikey had asked to move in with you guys, it hadn’t seemed like a big deal. You had been dating Frank for about two years, and you’d been living together for half of it. Mikey had just gone through a messy breakup and his ex-girlfriend kicked him out. He had little time to search for an apartment and no desire to sleep in his car, so he reached out to Frank, who was more than willing to sacrifice his guest bedroom.

Things were a bit awkward at first because he felt out of place, not sure what to do or where to go, all while dealing with being dumped. You tried to tone down the PDA a bit, which Frank struggled with more than you. He had minimal experience with keeping his hands to himself, but even the effort made Mikey warm up a bit.

Over time, he grew more comfortable, finally accepting that he was staying here for a while and that he wasn’t intruding. You were quite fond of him, and you’d always made sure to spend time chatting with him when you’d hang out with the band. He was quiet, but not opposed to talking if you sparked a conversation. Plus, he was attractive, so you really couldn’t see why his girlfriend would leave him.

Mikey thought you were attractive too, and the feeling only grew stronger as days passed. It was all passive, so he figured it couldn’t be that bad. Finding your best friend’s partner hot isn’t totally immoral; it just means they have good taste. He tried not to think too hard about it, pushing away the guilt he felt each time you crossed his mind.

The first time he gave into his intrusive thoughts wasn’t awful. He knew he was doing something wrong, so that had to count for something, right? Besides, he didn’t approach you or anything. He had merely walked into the hall at the same time as you, except you were only in a towel, soft skin wet and exposed, making him flush and head right back to his room. You didn’t think much of it, laughing at his awkwardness and moving on with your day, oblivious to how hard he came that night as he replayed the scene in his head.

After he gave in the first time, the ice was broken. Obviously, he was filled with shame each time it happened, but he couldn’t help himself. You and Frank had talked about being quieter during sex because the walls were incredibly thin and neither of you wanted to make Mikey uncomfortable. It was a good idea in theory, but it didn’t last long–not that Mikey minded. You guys were loud, no matter how hard you tried to suppress it, and sometimes he wondered how your neighbors put up with you. He could hear almost everything from across the hall, muffled moans sounding through the apartment. Oftentimes he’d get himself off on the sound, but when he was too tired, he’d manage to fall asleep to it, awaiting the unfortunate mess he’d have to clean up in the morning.

It was shameful, really. He knew he shouldn’t be doing it, shouldn’t be attracted to you. He felt dirty, but he couldn’t help it. His attraction didn’t run deeper than physical, not wanting to take you from Frank, simply needing a rebound and you happened to be pretty damn enticing. No matter how hard he tried to reason with himself, it only made him feel worse, but at least he was quiet about it, right?

Wrong.

It took one night for the truth to come out. Maybe you had been too quiet that night, or maybe he was too loud. Perhaps the walls had become even thinner somehow, making the smallest noises audible from the other room. Frank had gone down on you, face buried between your thighs while you tugged on his hair, whines and curses floating through the air. You definitely weren’t expecting an echo when you moaned, especially not one from Mikey. It was faint, but loud enough to reach your ears, turning you on more than you would’ve liked.

“Frank, he can hear us,” you choked out, still writhing under him. He stopped for a moment, looking up at you, eyebrows furrowed before he realized what you meant. “I mean it’s kinda hard not to.” Okay, maybe not. “No, he’s—Frank he’s—just listen,” you told him, and he reluctantly inched up to you, leaving light kisses on your thighs before planting himself next to you. Sure enough, he could hear his friend through the wall.

“Alright,” he said, looking completely unfazed. “What do you want to do about it?” You knew Frank was open to almost anything, typically giving you control so he didn’t push you past your limits. You floundered a bit; you could ignore it, or be honest with him. “Could you talk to him about it?”

You traced his tattoos to keep yourself from looking at him. God, this was embarrassing. He knew what you were getting at, but he wanted to hear you say it. “Mhm, what do you want me to say?” He was grinning as he kissed your jaw, clearly having the same thought and being open to it.

“Just—tell him to make himself useful.” He laughed quietly before kissing your lips, pulling his pants back up, and heading off to Mikey’s room. Your stomach churned as you waited, hoping Frank wouldn’t embarrass him, or worse, you. Honestly, how did you even get into this situation?

The next few minutes were excruciating, their conversation sounding jumbled as you pressed your ear to the wall. You distracted yourself by fixing your hair and putting your pants back on, your shirt lost on the floor somewhere.

Silence fell over them at some point, snapping you out of your trance. You supposed that was the end of it and you’d never be able to look Mikey in the eyes again, but they appeared in the doorway a few seconds later. Frank came over first, waving Mikey over, who looked beyond embarrassed. He was blushing profusely, and his erection was obvious through his sweatpants.

“C’mon Mikey, I won’t hurt you,” you said reassuringly, holding out your hand while Frank pulled you into his lap. He still looked lost but took your hand anyway. “I’m not gonna kick your ass, don’t worry,” Frank laughed, head resting on your shoulder. Mikey relaxed slightly, and you smiled up at him. “Do you want to do this?” you asked him, still nervous but not nearly as much as him. “Yeah.”

You pulled Mikey over to you and he stumbled onto the empty half of the bed before being pulled into a kiss, your lips soft and wet against his. He reacted instantly, one hand flat on the bed while the other held your jaw. Frank kept his hands on your chest, stroking the exposed skin and unclasping your bra before you could notice.

Kissing Mikey felt different from kissing Frank, who was more playful, while Mikey held back a bit, still apprehensive. You pulled him closer while Frank kissed down your neck, your tongue slipping past his lips, swallowing his moans as you tasted him.

You pulled away to get a good look at him, admiring his slick lips and how he eyed you up, his hand now resting on your thigh. Frank stopped his work on your neck, turning your head to press his mouth to yours, his hands trading places with Mikey’s. His tongue slid against yours while his hand slipped past your waistband, shifting gently beneath you.

Mikey’s breath was warm on your skin, cupping your breasts as he placed gentle kisses on them. His lips trailed down to one of your nipples, flicking his tongue against it experimentally. You let out a shaky gasp, urging Mikey to continue. Frank pulled away, his nose nuzzling against your neck while his fingers dipped into your panties.

You were already wet from earlier, the throbbing between your legs getting worse as both men touched you. Frank ran his fingers through your folds, smirking as slick covered the pads of his fingers. His fingers rubbed around your clit, intentionally avoiding it as you ground against him. Softly, he pinched the skin, cock jumping as you let out a loud moan.

“You’re still so wet,” he commented, continuing to ghost his fingers over your clit. “How about you ask Mikey to finish what I started?” Mikey looked up at you expectantly, a small grin creeping across his face. He seemed to realize that he had some control, the gears in his head turning as he grew more comfortable. “C’mon, don’t be shy,” he said, caressing your skin as you stared at him, speechless.

“I want you to eat me out,” you said, quiet and embarrassed. Mikey quickly shuffled down the bed, hastily tugging off your pants as Frank drew his hand away. “Such a slut, letting Mikey eat your pussy in front of me,” he said, lips ghosting your neck while Mikey’s tongue swept across your folds. Frank’s hands held your legs apart so he could dive deeper, licking bold stripes along your cunt. “Let him hear you, baby.” Shuddered breath turned into soft moans as Mikey buried himself deeper between your legs, sucking on your clit before thrusting his tongue inside of you.

He groaned when your hand flew to his hair, vibrating against you as you tugged him impossibly close. Every time you rolled your hips, Frank would moan against your skin, head buried in your neck as you ground against him. You felt your abdomen tighten, Frank’s hands sliding up your legs to your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“Fuck, Mikey,” you moaned, hands pulling at his hair as he hummed against you. “How’s it feel?” Frank asked, sucking bruises down your neck. You could barely think, much less form words, moaning in a feeble attempt to convey your pleasure. He nipped your skin gently in warning, urging you to speak. “Feels so fucking good.” Mikey glanced up at you, pupils dilated as he held your gaze, repositioning your legs to pull you closer.

“Are you gonna come?” Frank said, voice barely above a whisper. Your soft cries were telling enough, his lips twitching into a smirk at how helpless you sounded. “Come on Mikey’s tongue like the whore you are.”

You came, as ordered, calling out Mikey’s name while he cleaned you up, tasting every inch of your cunt until your muscles went lax. “Listen to yourself, moaning his name in my bed.” Frank beckoned Mikey over, who was already stepping out of his sweatpants. “You’ve got such a pretty mouth; how about you put it to use?”

Mikey flushed at how quickly you nodded, grateful for the dimly-lit room. He watched eagerly as you slid off of Frank, waiting patiently on your knees as he stripped off his jeans. You reached out for Mikey, tugging at the waistband of his boxers. Honestly, he had never been so turned on before.

His eyes were glued to you, watching how slowly you pulled his boxers down, giving him time to back out. He could hear how your breathing stuttered as his dick sprung free, staring at it like a gift from god.

The moment your lips wrapped around him, he lost his composure, moaning without restraint as your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, running flat against him as you took him deeper. Frank didn’t wait long before rejoining, kneeling behind you as he bent you onto all fours.

Gently, Mikey pulled you back to help his friend, cursing as you whined at him. Frank didn’t miss this, grinning as he planted his hands on your hips. “Shit, you want it that bad?” Shamefully, yes, you did. “Answer,” he demanded, slapping your ass. You bit down on your lip to prevent a moan, which would undoubtedly lead to more trouble.

You answered with a small ‘yes,’ but it wasn’t sufficient. “C’mon, tell me what you want us to do.” You looked up at Mikey, then to his dick, and then thought about how Frank was right behind you, ready to fuck you. You could swallow your pride for a couple seconds.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said, and it seemed to be enough for him. He thrust into you, and Mikey stepped forward, splitting your lips again. He held the back of your head, moaning and cursing as you took every inch of him.

Frank snapped his hips against yours at a rough pace, barely giving you time to adjust. Your mind went blank, watching as Mikey threw his head back, lips parted while Frank fucked you stupid.

The same tightness from earlier began again, muscles wound tight and you stared up at Mikey with glossy eyes. “Don’t come until we do,” he told you, thumb brushing against your cheek.

It didn’t take long for him to come, releasing as you moaned around him. He probably could’ve come again after your tongue lolled out, showing proudly that you had swallowed. Where the fuck did Frank find you and where could he get one?

Frank wasn’t as quick, getting close but not close enough. He could tell you were struggling, thrusting harder each time. “Frank, please,” you begged him, but to no avail. “Don’t. Come.” Mikey was kneeling in front of you, pressing kisses on your neck as tears welled in your eyes. “They cry so pretty,” Mikey commented, Frank moaning at his admission.

He came hard shortly after, fucking you full of his cum before giving you permission. You felt your knees grow weak, walls fluttering around him as you came. You were completely spent, falling back against Frank the second he pulled out. Mikey sat at the end of the bed as you caught your breath, looking ready to return to his room but too shy to say anything.

You gave him a tired smile, kissing him on the cheek before laying down again. He stared at Frank, cracking a small smile as well and walking out. The rest of the night was quiet, your mind hazy as you bathed in the afterglow. Reality hadn’t begun to set in, waiting until tomorrow, which would definitely be interesting.

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[fuyukogomesu]

Last X Night X Blimp

Hi! I decided to try to translate some of my fanfiction into English, like a kind of self challenge and make my fanfic be potentially more approachable (?) for other people. This being said, if something doesn't make sense or is poorly worded, I would be thankful if someone tell me so and explain why.  Summary: On the dirigible they had taken in order to go to NGL, the group of friends was resting. At least one half of them did, the other half was awake, thinking about what would they find there. Ponzu decided to go for a walk to clear her mind and ended up crossing paths with Pokkle. They began to discuss near a window, contemplating the starry sky. Genre: Romance Characters: Ponzu, Pokkle Rating: K You can also read it on wattpad Obviously Hunter x Hunter is not mine, and the fanart neither (I found it in pinterest, but I don't know the artist). The fic may spoil if you have not finish Kimera Ants arc. If it's okay then I hope you enjoy my fanfic!

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It was night, the stars were already high in the sky, with the moon by their side. Brighter than diamonds, they brought softness to the dark sky. Despite this natural show everyone was asleep, a well deserved rest. At least that's what she thought. After all, she was in a different room than the guys. And therefore couldn't guise what were they doing.

After deciding to leave for NGL, they searched how to get to Republic of Rokario as quickly as possible. They noticed that the blimp, that they had time to take, and would arrive the first there, departed from a city located not far away from where they were. So they had to take a train, and then run in order to don't miss the blimp.

The fact that Pokkle was already a hunter helped them a lot, specially because the airship was first class. The group of friends was aware of that before deciding to take it, but they still got surprised by this luxury, and by the fact that the blimp had a room for each passenger or group of passengers. Sure they were only small rooms but still!

The boys stayed together and that was how Ponzu found herself alone, separated from her friends. That didn't really annoy her, after all, it was past midnight. What bothered her was the sleep that didn't seem to come to her. But she knew perfectly the reason for that.

She'd been staring at the ceiling for a long time, lying on the futon, her hat put down at her left. She was thinking, her head full of thoughts. She was wondering what could been waiting for them in NGL. Was the danger that great? Despite that she had begun to learn how to use of nen, her learning was far from being over, she was fully aware of that. She was sure her bees would be a great help for them. But what if in the middle of a battle she was completely useless? When she said she would go with the group, all of this crossed her mind, but didn't worry her that much. So why now? Could it be because the time to find out if either all this was true or false was approaching? No it wasn't that. It was rather a hunch. As if something inside her was telling her that it was not such a good idea to go there. But despite this feeling she didn't want to leave, nor did she regret staying with the group. She wanted to go and accompany Pokkle and the others. She didn't regret her choice.

Having enough tormenting herself with these ideas, she decided to get up and ramble in the blimp, without even taking her hat. She was hoping to be able to clear her head, so she started walking through the dark corridors. Some lights were on but did not light up the dark greatly, and the space between them, although variable, was most of the time rather large. The silence reigned supreme, letting the young woman hear her footsteps and those of one of the airship's staff, the only person she met.

After wandering the halls decorated with beautiful vases containing gorgeous flowers, benches, and some paintings of various genres and currents. She stopped in surprise when she saw a figure sitting on one of the benches next to a window, its gaze turned towards the night sky. Ponzu blushed a little, she had no trouble recognizing this silhouette. Sitting facing the window was Pokkle. The darkness seemed to drift away from him thanks to the soft light emitted by the moon and the stars. This same light that gave him a slightly lighter and bluish complexion, which went perfectly with his state. He was thinking, lost somewhere in his thoughts.

In front of this image she couldn't help thinking how handsome he was. So much more than all these decorations, and even than the floral arrangement that stood by the bench where his friend was siting, composed of blood red higanbanas, blue flaxes and yellow ones in the middle of white gerberas and some red roses. So caught up in her thought, she had no time to notice that suddenly, a pair of brown eyes landed on her. Right after a soft voice, that she knew well, brought her back to earth.

«Ponzu...» With only this word, she stopped blushing and finally noticed that the young man was now staring at her. «S-Sorry, I didn't want to bother you. -Don't worry, you don't bother me.» They smiled at each other and she approached him. «You can't sleep either?» He questioned as she sat down next to him. «No, I have a bad feeling about what awaits us there. -Do you regret following us?»

He hadn't finished his sentence yet, that she was already shaking her head from side to side in reprobation. Before continuing to speak she turned to the window to contemplate the heavens.

«No, I am still convinced that my bees will be useful to you. But we don't know what we will find. What if during a fight I turn out to be a burden more than anything else? If I can't fight or even support you...?! I wonder if I will be able to help you in another way, or if all I will be able to do is send messages... -Stop! -Huh.» She said turning back to him. «Even if it was the case, which I don't think, that will already be a great help. I thank you for that, you're the only one who can assume this role, I don't know how we would do if you weren't with us... -Pokkle...» She whispered with her cheeks a bit rosy as he smiled at her. «I mean, I say that but, I'm not in the best position to speak.» He replied looking away as they stopped smiling. «Me too, I keep thinking about what we'll find out there. I wonder if I'd be up to it, if I would be able to protect all of you in case of danger. And what if it gets too dangerous, will I be able to get you out of NGL safely? What if one of you die there? I-I-I would never forgive myself... -Don't say that!» She said taking his hand and smiling at him. «You know? If I'm able to go despite everything I've just told you, it's because you'll be there. I have full confidence in you.» She spoke smiling with a little blush, making the boy's cheeks warmer.

After laughing a bit for his reaction, she looked at the stars one last time before closing her eyes slowly. She then let herself fall to her left, until her head rested on Pokkle's shoulder, who surprised, widened his eyes. But he didn't pull away or push her away either. Instead he observed her.

She looked serene, her flushed cheeks gave her a really cute side, and her lips formed a beautiful and sincere smile. He had always found her beautiful. His cheeks became redder when he realized that they were still holding hands. But that didn't mean he wanted to let her go, quite the contrary.

Maybe I should finally tell her... After a last look at her he resumed his thoughts. Yes it's decided, if I am able to protect her at NGL, then I will confess my feelings to her.

He stared at the sky again, leaning to his right. Once his head rested on Ponzu's, he closed his eyes. They stayed like that for a while: in the dark, in a soft and comfortable silence, enjoying each other's presence... Unaware that this would be their last moment of intimacy.

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Hope you liked it (and that it was understandable)! Maybe I will translate more of my fics in future, I think it really could be good for improving my Enghlish. But I didn't write any other with this two characters.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

[cowboyb1ues]

Heyy, first of I love your writing! You’re amazing <3

Second I hope your requests are still open bc I have an idea for Kieran (he’s so underrated wow). Okay so imagine you and Kieran have a daughter (idk like a year old or something) and when he’s away she gets super moody, but when he’s back and she hears his accent she gets super happy.

I had this idea for some time now but idk if it’s good or not, so if you don’t like it or don’t want to write it, it’s okay! <3

Home sweet home

bff this was such a cute idea wow my heart died a little writing this. and yes. he’s so underrated it’s a crime. It didn’t end up being exactly like the request but I hope you like it nevertheless <33

also, a very big thank you to @tommyspeakycap for reading this through for me and telling me that it doesn’t suck <33

A fic about a little girl being terribly upset about her father being gone for the week.

Kieran Tierney x fem!reader (2.7k)

The rain was splattering on the front porch, small pools of rain drop forming on the path that led to the front door. The sky was grey, heavy clouds preventing any potential sunshine from lightening up the empty house.

The house that was normally filled with hearty laughters, incoherent babbling and bare feet slamming across the wooden floors was silent, for once.

The decorated walls had echoed the whimpers and cries from the little girl in your arms over the past week and a half, tears streaming down cheeks the shade of ripe apples.

That same little girl was now asleep in your arms, her little body feeling heavy as stone in your tired arms as she had finally found a bit of peace to let herself be distracted from the vacancy of her father.

You didn’t dare to move from where you were standing in the kitchen, afraid that any minute movement would be enough to wake her. She had taken in upon herself to be a constant reminder of the empty space that was usually filled by her father, her best friend missing from her side.

With her first birthday having passed only a month prior it had been a fruitless attempt to explain to her that he would return and that he hadn’t upped and left the two of you to your own devices in the big house that tended to get lonely whenever he wasn’t in it. She had been hyper aware of it only being you that attempted to rock her to sleep, consoled her when she cried and sang lullabies to her, the other part of her little life missing.

It had only been a week and a half since Kieran had left, a packed suitcase in hand and a discontented look on his face as he had to muster up the nerve to get in his car and drive off to join the Scottish national team for the friendlies that were coming up.

He had spent the final moments before direly needing to drive away huddled with you on the front porch while pressing kisses to the soft tufts of brown hair that were still light but destined to turn the same shade of brown as his own.

He had finally managed to pull himself away from your sweater-covered frame with a final kiss to your lips and your daughter’s soft cheek, the two of you, the loves of his life, standing in the beaming sunshine waving him goodbye with smiles on both of your faces.

Ever since he left the weather had taken a turn for the worse; the blue sky and shining sun had been replaced with nothing but grey clouds and wind. Like something greater than you sensed that something was amiss.

You finally gathered up enough courage to take a small step, your sock covered feet slipping carefully over the tiled floor of the kitchen as you slowly navigated over to the living room. You cautiously sat down with your daughter still feasting heavily on your chest.

You let your head fall back, lids falling shut; the lack of sleep over the past week creeping up on you and pulling you in like a tidal wave. The warmth of your daughter filled your body as your mind drifted off to the moment when your fiancé would return and your little baby girl’s eyes would be filled with happiness instead of tears and heartbreak for the first time in over a week.

A small smile pulled at the corner of your lips at the mere thought.

From the moment she had first opened her eyes when you had laid in that hospital you were blown away by how much her eyes looked exactly like her father’s.

Kieran kept insisting that she was the spitting image of you, the only parts of him in her being the matching hair and eyes. But every single time you looked into her big eyes you saw nothing but him. You only saw how they light up in the same way his do, you hear her little kid giggles that sound like his does when they echo in your ear in the early hours of the morning and you see how his smile seems to have been copied onto her lips.

She truly was the best parts of both of you and every time you start to think about it you felt your eyes full with tears. Some happy ones from how perfect your little girl was and some from sadness at how quickly she seemed to be growing up.

It wasn’t too long ago she had said her first word, dada to Kieran’s delight and it had quickly been followed by mama and the two words had never left her tongue after that moment.

You remembered her pulling herself up for the first time, only a month short of her first birthday. You remembered the feeling of Kieran’s fingers stopping their run through your hair and you had opened your eyes, a complaint already on the tip of your tongue when you saw a pair of brown eyes looking at you from across the coffee table, a smile covered in spit grinning at you.

Ever since then she had tried numerous times to take small steps, the past two months had been filled with nerves and hawk like eyes from both of you as she tried her best at steadying herself in her small feet.

That had been one of the sources of Kieran’s apprehension regarding leaving the two of you; the fear of his little girl taking her first while he was far away from the big house in London. You had pressed kisses to his cheeks the night before his departure as he simply stood and stared at her sleeping soundly in her wooden crib, insisting that she would wait for him to be back home.

And so far you had been right. She hadn’t dared to take her first steps yet, patiently waiting for her dada to catch her just in case she would take a tumble.

You weren’t completely sure for how long your eyes had been closed, or if you even had succumbed to the heaviness of sleep at all when you felt your girl start to move around in her position on your chest.

You were quick to blink your eyes open, the bleariness quickly dissipating when they landed on hers. They looked up at you with the same lost puppy look in them that her father tended to have in his when despair washed over him.

“Dada,” she cried as she buried her face deep into the material of the hoodie you had stolen from Kieran’s side of the closet.

“I know sweetheart,” you cooed softly, your hand rubbing up and down her back, scrunching up the material of her tiny Scotland shirt. “Dada will be home soon,” you whispered softly, seeking to comfort her over the sound of her small cries, “sooner than you know.”

Her sad cries and whimpers continued to sound through the house for the rest of the afternoon, no cartoons or toys being able to mend her tiny broken heart. The evening was filled with the same cries, only broken up by the small intermission where you managed to feed her only for them to pick back up right after.

The clock finally started to tick closer and closer to the time that you had been counting down to ever since Kieran left. He had texted you earlier in the evening, a promise of being home before midnight so you wouldn’t have to fall asleep on your own anymore.

You had wrangled your daughter into her pyjamas, her dummy in her mouth as she looked up at you with unhappy eyes while she laid on the changing table. “Dada’s gonna be home any minute now honey,” you hummed while running a finger down the curve of a small nose.

She wriggled slightly at the mention of the familiar name and reached her arms up towards you, her small hands reaching out to you. You lifted her up and pressed the softest of kisses to the wild tufts of hair that decorated her head.

You quickly got changed and brought your daughter with you to the bed, her permanent spot that week. She had slept somewhat peacefully with her head laying on the pillow that her daddy usually used, his lingering smell lulling her into sleep in a way that no lullaby ever could.

You turned off the lights beside the one on your nightstand and just laid there looking at your daughter. Sometimes it was still hard to quite fathom that she was yours. That the little girl with honey eyes like her father and a nose like yours was yours to keep.

She had been an unexpected surprise. A miracle thrown in out of nowhere, but one you treasured nonetheless.

You could still vividly remember how you and Kieran had sat across from each other on the bathroom floor while waiting for his timer to go off. He had been the first one to get a look at the test, springing up from the floor the second the alarm went off.

He had turned to you with tears in his eyes, those eyes you loved more than anything in the world, and told you that you were pregnant before he had pulled you into a bone crushing hug. He had buried his head in the nape of your neck as reality laid itself over the two of you.

He had been nothing short of amazing over the course of your pregnancy, quick to offer his assistance in any way that he could. He would insist on driving to the store to get you whatever you needed no matter what time of day it was.

He had been your rock while you had cried over your changing body, the backaches and the morning sickness. He had kissed your cheeks and rubbed your feet and let you sleep on him whenever you succumbed to the unconsciousness that pulled you under.

He had held your hand and cheered you on from the sideline when birth had induced. Encouragements and declarations of love were whispered over your whimpers of pains until the little girl had finally landed in your arms.

He had been tentative when you had handed him the little bundle of joy for the first time. His eyes had tears like the one you had seen nine months prior in his eyes. He had held her so carefully, soft fingers brushing over her apple cheeks, his accent more pronounced when the emotions kept hitting him in uncontrollable waves.

And so life had moved on. Your little baby girl had found a home in the big house in London with her mummy’s soothing reading voice and her daddy’s loud belly laugh.

As you kept your eyes on her you suddenly heard the sound of tires on the driveway outside and saw headlights flash in through the curtains. You silently prayed that the little girl would remain blissfully unaware about the return of the man in your lives and closed your eyes in relief when it seemed like she would stay fast asleep.

You faintly heard the front door unlock and relocking shortly after and the sound of feet hitting the stairs in a quick rythme. You opened your eyes and tilted your head around to look as the door to the bedroom opened, the faint light from the hallway shining through the small crack but it was quickly replaced by the form of your fiancé.

Kieran was quick to shut the door, attempting to be as quiet as possible but wincing when there was the inevitable loud squeak from the hinges that he had yet to get fixed.

“Hello,” he whispered when he caught your eyes in the dim light of your nightlight.

“Hi,” you whispered back and felt tears start to well up in your eyes when he slowly moved across the room so he could take a seat on the edge of your side of the bed.

He sat down and leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his face staying close to yours as he let his eyes fall on the small girl sleeping soundly by your side.

“Congratulations on your goal,” you smiled and raised a hand to rub it over his stubbled cheek, the feeling sending goosebumps over your arms at the familiarity.

“Thank you love,” he hummed and pressed a kiss against your hair this time.

You had been sitting at home on the plush couch with your little girl asleep in your arms, both of you decked out in the dark blue shirt with the number six on your back when he had headed the ball into the net.

You had felt tears well up in your eyes at his big smile that had shined and lit up the room even from hundreds of miles away.

You had made sure to send him a photo of your daughter sleeping with her dummy, her favourite teddy bear her uncle Granit had gotten her and in her little kit and sent a text along with it telling him how proud of him you both were, despite only one of you actually seeing the beauty of a goal.

“How’s she been?” He asked and pushed you gently so he could lay down on the bed next to you.

You turned around so you laid on your side and Kieran followed suit, his head resting on your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Miserable,” you sighed, both of your eyes locked on the little girl. “I think she’s missed you more than I did.”

“Can’t really blame her eh,” he laughed softly and winced when he felt your foot make contact with his calf in a small kick.

“I’ve missed you too,” he mumbled after a while of comfortable silence.

You turned your head and saw him having closed his eyes and soft breaths leaving his parted lips, the fatigue of the past week finally catching up to him.

You leaned in and pressed a small gentle kiss to his lips, smiling when you felt him move them lazily against yours.

When you woke up the next morning you had zero recollection of ever falling asleep, the feeling of your fiancé’s arm around you and his chest against your back had been all you had been able to focus on.

Yet all of that was gone when you opened your eyes to the sun starting to slowly rise over the horizon and peeping in through the windows.

You reached behind you in hopes of finding the warm body you had been longing for, but came up empty handed. The small baby girl who had fallen asleep in front of you was missing as well and a small smile painted itself on your lips at the mental image of them finally being reunited.

You slowly removed yourself from the comfort of the cloud like bed and slowly treaded lightly over the floorboards and down the stairs.

The smile on your lips only grew bigger when you heard the homemade song that Kieran always sang when he was feeding your daughter.

“Anna needs to eat her banana,” he sang softly over the sound of happy gurgles.

You peaked your head around the doorframe to the kitchen and couldn’t help the rouge tear falling from your eye when you saw the sight of the two of them.

Kieran was sitting shirtless in front of Anna and was singing his tune while feeding her slices of banana.

Anna was sitting in her high chair and was slapping her hands against the plastic while happy giggles continually left her open mouth. A sight you hadn’t seen in over a week and one you had longed for ever since you saw the car drive out of the driveway.

Kieran noticed you standing in the doorway and gave you a lazy smile, Anna quickly followed suit when she laid eyes on you as well.

“Good morning,” you said and your heart started to sing at the sound of your daughter letting out babbles of mama and dada, while Kieran returned your greeting with pursed lips, waiting for a long overdue good morning kiss.

[slytherweasley]

Family secrets (Ginny Weasley x reader & George Weasley x reader)

Warnings: Smut- female receiving oral male receiving oral, penetrative sex swearing

Summary/request: Ginny secretly hooking up with one of the twins’ best female friend and them having no idea whatsoever. And then maybe one of them also has a crush on her and trying to get her attention, so she’s between one of the twins and Ginny.

For the sake of this fic Ginny is a year younger than the reader so Ron’s age

If you want to request here are my request guidelines

“Ah shit” you yelled as Ginny’s mouth sucked on your clit and her fingers pounded into you bring you to your orgasm.

“Gin I’m gonna cum” you arch your back and grip the sheets “Good girl you’re almost there” you buck your hips up to her mouth as you finish.

She moves to lay beside you in your bed as your chest rises and falls to its resting state. Her fingers comb through your hair as she kisses your cheek.

“How much longer do I have with you?” She asks longingly “All night, I told them to not come back until morning, they’re with their boyfriends or sleeping at a friends dorm. Plus the door is locked with magic so they can’t get in unless I unlock it.” “I actually get to cuddle you all night” she smiles.

You and Ginny have been secretly messing around since the summer holidays. She came to you, at first she wanted to lose her virginity then it became regular but it was strictly sex, you both like the company. The only reason you’re not dating is because no one knows about Ginny’s sexuality and you’re best friends with the twins.

There have been many close calls of being caught but somehow you manage to not get caught.

You and Ginny cuddle up all night together until your alarm wakes you up “Shit sorry Gin, I forgot about my alarm” “It’s alright, I have to be up for Quidditch anyway.” She kisses your lips and forehead before getting out of bed and getting decent to sneak out of your dorm.

Shortly after she leaves you get up to meet the twins before they practise before the game against Hufflepuff. “Good morning Y/n” George smiles “Hi Georgie” you know that George had a big crush on you, Ginny told you when you started your secret escapades, you’re just waiting for the day he finally makes a move.

“Oh you’re here Y/n, are you coming to the game today?” Fred asks “Of course I am” when you got to Hogwarts the twins were a year above you, they saw some potential in your pranking abilities so you helped them out occasionally until you became best friends.

You did some homework to fill in some time while they were at practise then went to the game with Harry, Ron and Hermione. “I’m glad Ginny joined the team” Hermione says “Yeah she’s really good” you agree. As they fly out both Ginny and George look in your direction so you wave at both of them without trying to make one look at the other.

Gryffindor get an easy win which ends in a celebration at the end of the day, Gryffindors know how to party. You were taking shots with the twins and getting a bit tipsy, Hermione was making sure everyone ate so she brought around lots of food which was about the only thing that kept you from getting drunk.

“Truth or kiss!” It was that time of night, where everyone gets crazy. They call it truth or kiss because it’s basically just a game to make out with everyone in the circle. People get in the circle “Lets go” “That game is lame” Fred says “George, you’ll go with me, right?” George blushes “Yeah” Fred rolls his eyes and joins in with the two of you.

People get asked to kiss the hottest or ugliest person in the room or the person you’d like to have sex with, it gets to your turn, the boys who’s turn to ask you chuckle and whisper “Who is the last girl you had sex with?” They ask “Fine, who do you want me to kiss?” “Kiss the hottest girl in the room” you knew they’d only ask you that because you would and they’re weirdos who like to watch girls make out.

You walk over to Ginny and kiss her, she kisses you back, holding your cheeks as she slides her tongue into your mouth, the boys cheer and you pull away. You get weird walking back to sit with the twins after just snogging their sister. “That was a joke, right?” George asks “Of course” you bite your lip and look over at Ginny.

After a couple rounds of kissing random girls you had enough, it got to your turn again, thankfully it was Ginny who asked you “Do you really think I’m the hottest girl in the room?” You couldn’t answer yes because you told the twins you were joking but if you said no Ginny would be upset. She sees you’re not going to answer “Kiss George” you were confused why she would ask that because she knows. You turn to George and kiss him, you tug on his hair as you kiss him.

After that round you left the circle as more people left, Y/n I want to talk” George says “Sure” George takes you to the corner “Umm after that kiss I’m not sure but do you maybe fancy me?” “George, you’re hot but you’re my best friend, I don’t think I could date you” “So you just think I’m hot?” “Yeah, I know you fancy me, it’s okay. If you want to have sex one day I won’t object” “How about now?” “Perfect” you grab his hand and go to his dorm.

As soon as the door closes you’re both taking off your clothes and kissing “We have about half an hour until Fred notices we are gone” George says taking off his shirt. You get on his bed once you’re naked he is taking off his pants “Fuck you’re hot” he says “So are you” he gets on the bed and kisses from your neck to your breasts leaving some hickeys on your chest before kissing down your stomach to your pussy.

The way George moves his mouth, he really knows what he is doing, the way he licked your clit you could have screamed, you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from being too loud. “You wet enough?” He asks “Mmhm” you nod, he pulls his underwear down revealing his dick he pumps it a few times before spreading your legs further apart. “You’re flexible, done this before?” He really had no idea what you could do “You could say that.”

He pushes himself into you, you both let out a moan, he stretches you out far enough to where it feels good. His strokes were the right amount of hard and fast. The room was filled with your moans and the sounds of your skin slapping against each other.

“It feels so good George, stretching me out and filling me up right” you finish around him, clenching as you cum “Fuck you’re tight” he moans pounding into you. “Such a good fucking pussy” you could tell he was close “Pull out, I’ll show you what I can do with my mouth.” He pulls out extremely desperate.

You suck on his tip before taking him into the back of your throat “Holy shit” he groans followed by multiple moans. He bunches your hair up in a ponytail and bobs your head up and down “Y/n I’m going to cum” he moans, you continue using your mouth until you hear him let out a loud long moan as he came, you swallowed and took your mouth off his dick.

“You need some water or something?” “It’s fine I’ll go take a shot” you get up and start putting your clothes on, you zip up your skirt and walk out. You take a shot, after that you were completely ruined, you needed to go to bed so you went to your dorm and as you were about to walk in you heard a familiar voice call your name.

“Y/n” Ginny calls “Hey” “Can I come in?” She asks, you were going to say no but Ginny know how to take care of you so you wouldn’t need that much energy. Just by standing there she could turn you on. “Sure” you open the door and the two of you walk in.

You didn’t feel bad about going between the two, besides the Weasley family is too hot to just have one of them.

Ginny sits on your bed with you “What was with making me kiss George?” “Just wanted to help George, he’ll never get the chance with you so a kiss will help his crush” you chuckle. “I think you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever met, I didn’t want to say it in front of the twins after I told them I didn’t have feelings for you.” “I knew the answer I just wanted to hear you say it” “How did you know?” “Because I am the only person who can make you cum in seconds” it’s true, she has tried it many times before.

“Ginny please” “Yes darling” she unzips your skirt pulling it down to reveal you have no underwear on, your cheeks flush red, you left them in George’s room, she definitely knows now. “How did you know this would happen?” You felt a wave of relief rush through you “Because neither of us can resist each other.” “Lay back, I’ll take care of you” she spreads your wetness around your already sensitive pussy, you whimper when her finger brushes past your clit.

“You that sensitive baby?” Ginny asks “Yes” “This should be easy then.” She rubs your clit with her fingers, you cry out and whimper. When she finally uses her mouth your back arches “Gin! Feels so good.” You came in half the time it usually takes you.

“You want me to take care of you Gin?” “Yes please” you undress Ginny squeezing and massaging her boobs. Your face moves near her pussy as your finger moves around her pussy “Fuck Gin, you’re so wet” “You make me so wet.”

You eat out Ginny with passion, you were tired but eating out Ginny was more pleasure than work. You finger her with a couple fingers as well, she seemed to love it. Your tongue moved between flicking her clit and licking it. She digs her fingers into the mattress as she finishes.

You lay beside her and cuddle “Goodnight Gin” “Goodnight Darling.” You fell asleep almost instantly and got woken by a knock on the door you wrap yourself in a blanket and answer the door, it’s George. You try to block the view of Ginny in your bed naked and asleep “George! What are you doing here?” “Well about last night-“ he notices you’re naked under the blanket “Is someone in here?” “No!” “Y/n?” Ginny calls out, your eyes go wide “You had sex with some girl after me?” Ginny sits up in bed “Excuse me” she gets up and you shut the door quickly.

“Who was that?” Ginny asks “Trust me leave it, you don’t want to know” “Also you had sex with someone before me, that’s why you were so wet and sensitive! Let me out there” “Ginny no! If you really want to go out there put on clothes” “No, I want to let them know” her hand goes to the handle “Ginny it’s your brother!” “What?” “It’s George, put on some clothes and we can talk” Ginny was shocked she put on her clothes from the night before and you let George in, he was just as shocked to see Ginny.

“Okay I’m sorry but I’ve been having sex with Ginny for a while now” “Ginny? You like girls?” He asks “Yeah, I was going to tell you guys but I didn’t know how to” “I’m happy you figured out your sexuality but with Y/n” “Sorry George” George turns to you “You took her virginity?” “I’m sorry George.” “I can’t believe you actually had sex with George” “I was going to keep it casual between you two, neither of you really needed to know” “I would have liked to know” Ginny says.

“I’m not sorry that I was doing it, I’m sorry you had to find out” “Well now what?” George asks “You break it off” Ginny says to George “No way, you had your turn, it’s my turn now” “Why don’t you let Y/n choose?” Ginny suggests.

“Here’s the deal, you agree or it’s neither of you” after the two of them fighting about it they came to a conclusion. “You can have both of us but not in the same day or after each other” Ginny says “And Fred doesn’t know any of this” George adds “Okay so we all agree” “Yes.”

“I’m just going to go so you two can finish whatever” “We weren’t-” “Don’t tell me, I don’t want any details either” George shuts the door behind him.

Ginny presses her lips against yours “That was easy enough.”