#something about. the doctor does have a family out there. if he'd only come home to them.

[quietwingsinthesky]

i have many many thoughts about rose & tentoo and how their relationship would evolve in this verse. about how you can't just take the love you have for one person and put it on someone else. not even a clone, a regeneration, a metacrisis. about how that doesn't mean you can't love them, or that you can't fall in love with them the same way, but that love has to be for them.

[werecreature-addicted]

Have you ever written about an amnesiac werewolf? Like the reader finds a poor lost soul in the forest and takes them in, unknowingly dooming herself to becoming a breeding pet when the moon strikes and his instincts take over? He doesn't know what's come over him. He really doesn't. :'(

TW: car accidents. dubcon. do i know anything about hospitals? no. shhh. enjoy the werewolf porn.

You've grown quite attached to John Doe. He came in three days ago, he'd been "found" naked wandering a forest road at night and gotten cleaned out by a driver in a pickup truck. The driver said he thought he hit a dog or a deer that had wandered onto the road and was horrified to see a man there instead lying bloody on the asphalt.

Despite how bad John Doe looked when he was wheeled into your clinic, he'd been recovering quite nicely. He was even conscious now although he didn't seem to remember anything from before the accident. That coupled with the fact that he was found naked in the woods, it was proving difficult to contact any friends or family who might be able to give a concrete identity.

You weren't too worried though. It was a small community, and you were sure someone who knew him would turn up eventually. As for you, this was a slow time of year for a humble trauma center doctor, you were able to spend lots of time with your favorite amnesiac. It was a little miraculous really how well he was recovering everything but his memory. If you didn't know any better you'd say it was supernatural.

You found yourself spending more and more time with your John Doe, he was sweet and funny, Not to mention he was very attractive, even bloody and bruised. Although the budding warmth you felt for him was tainted slightly both by the fact that he was your patient and the nagging worry in the back of your head that this wasn't the real him. This could all be a false personality that he would lose once he got his memories back.

You'd already started toying with a daydream where once recovered John Doe would still come by to visit you. You shake your head and try to dispel those fantasies from your mind. You mentally chided yourself, you weren't a teenager with a crush you should be handling yourself more professionally than this. Still, your heart raced when he smiled at you.

In the end, it wasn't a friend or family member who revealed who John Doe really was, but it was the summer rain. You were just about to leave for the night when you started getting phone calls. A bad storm was coming in and soon it wouldn't be safe to drive on the largely dirt roads in this town, no one would be coming up to fill in the night shift. You could make it home safe if you left now. But that would mean abandoning your patient and you couldn't do that. So instead you just sighed and hunkered down preparing to wait out the storm inside the hospital.

John Doe was more than happy to have your company- he liked you better than any of the overnight team anyway, and over the past day he'd begun to feel strange. Not in pain just energized in a usual way. there was a tingling sensation just below his skin, he felt hungry but not for food. He couldn't really put a name to the strange pressure in his body, he only knew that it was growing and it made him want to keep you close.

You were in the break room when it happened. You were trying to figure something out for dinner which was hard with only vending machine options available when lightning strikes and the lights die. you hesitate, waiting for backup generators but only the red EXIT lights stay on, casting an eerie red glow to the room. You were just starting to pull open cabinets looking for a flashlight when you heard a loud crash and what sounded like an animal growl. Your heart stops and before you can think you're running toward the sound relying on muscle memory to navigate the darkened halls.

You freeze seeing the hulking form of a wolf over the tipped-over bed of John Doe. How the hell did a wolf get in here? And alone. Even panicked you know something isn't right. Wolves don't come this close to humans, they don't attack humans and they never ever do it alone. Then the wolf looks at you and stands on its hind legs and you realize it's not a wolf but a monster.

Your hands tremble, you should run- call the sheriff- search the lost and found for a gun and shoot the damn thing. But you can't bring yourself to run. The creature in front of you is awe-inspiring despite your fear, you're curious. Then the monster moves and the interest vanishes. Again your body moves before your brain can think you turn and run. You don't look behind as you run but you can hear the beast howl and the solid thud thud thud as it chases after you.

It's a small emergency room, you know there's nowhere to hide unless the werewolf can read and respect "staff only" signs. You feel a large clawed hand wrap around your waist your legs are still kicking trying to run as you're lifted in the air by the monster.

"You took such good care of me...now let me take care of you, sweet mate," the werewolf growls in your ear, turning you to face him, forcing you to look at his hulking monstrous form. You struggle futilely in his grasp he's strong and you can see his muscles bulge under his dark black fur. Lightning strikes again illuminating his sharp white teeth and his bright hungry eyes.

It takes you a moment to catch up to the fact that 1. The werewolf had spoken and 2. That he had promised to "take care of you". Before you can catch your breath let alone ask what that meant he's shoving you down onto the cold linoleum floor, shredding your pants with one clawed hand and the other he presses down hard on your back in between your shoulder blades keeping you pinned to the floor. You can feel his warm breath on your exposed skin as he huffs your scent. you can't see him but you know he's drooling. The attention makes you tremble, and then he pushes his thick rough tongue against your body and you moan. His tongue is thick and wet against your trembling cunt. He can't keep his hands to himself, his clawed hand wraps around your breast squeezing as he pulls you back against his hungry lapping mouth.

You can't keep your moans to yourself. The little cries of pleasure slip from your mouth only making the beast more aggressive as he eats you out. Eventually, you give up trying to even hold back the sounds or pretend that you aren't enjoying the ravishment.

It doesn't take much longer for you to cum, he doesn't pull away when you reach your peak. He pushes his tongue deep inside of you savoring the flavor of your cum and the fact that he had successfully pulled an orgasm from you just like he'd promised. His tail wags as he cleans you up, then you start getting wet again and he's not cleaning you up as much as he is eating you out again. His cock hangs heavy between his legs too big and thick for his erection to lift so it just throbs with need and drips thick beads of precum onto the clean floor.

He can't quite decide what he needs more, to jerk himself off or to keep both his hands on you. Eventually, his own ache can't be ignored and he starts to jerk himself off. it doesn't take long for him to cum the sweet flood of your cum just drives him insane. his knot swells pitifully as his semen splatters against your legs and ass dripping down to your pussy. two of his clawed fingers scoop up some of his spilled seed and push it inside of you.

"Next time I cum tonight it's going to be inside of you." It sounds like a threat, you can't wait.

[ghcstao3]

Johnny grows up listening to stories about the Ghost of the forest that surrounds his village.

A myth, a man, an otherworldly creature, no one quite knew what Ghost was. But as far as the tales went, Ghost was an evil entity, no matter of what genre, that haunted the woods and had nothing but bad intentions. A supposedly horrifying being, a powerful being, that did not take kindly to intruders. By magic, or something far, far worse, it is said that many who have attempted to seek Ghost out seldom returned, or if they did, they were never the same. If one went with offerings for Ghost, then the creature might be inclined to enact a singular kindness, one favour of goodwill, but like the tides Ghost's mood could change in an instant, and all his rare generosity would be instantaneously revoked.

It takes being one of the fools that attempts to find Ghost for Johnny to learn these stories are filled with nothing but falsities.

When Johnny's mother falls ill one autumn and not one of the village doctors is able to help her, Johnny decides to do the unadvisable thing of trekking into the forest to search for Ghost, and pray that he should be one of the lucky ones to be afforded Ghost’s good fortune. If human remedies and medicine are not of use, then perhaps magic could serve as a cure. So Johnny thinks, anyway.

He nearly gets lost several times over before he eventually comes across a homely-looking cottage that is far from the expectations he'd had set by the various stories meant to keep village children out of the forest. Smoke curls lazily out of a chimney, ivy creeps over stone and mortar, moss eats up the worn path leading to the front door. It doesn't... appear particularly menacing, so Johnny isn't at all dissuaded from making his approach and knocking on the old wooden door.

It would be at this cottage that he would, in fact, find Ghost.

But it would also be at this cottage that Johnny would learn that Ghost is merely a man only a few years older than him, a man named Simon, who is not at all evil and not at all magic and not at all the grotesque creature he was said to be.

Over tea Simon would explain to Johnny that when he was a boy he’d been cast out of the village, painted as a monster by all the townsfolk after his home had caught fire and, unfortunately, killed his family—save for him. They’d accused him of witchcraft, magic-use, demonic possession, and sent him out into the forest to die. But Simon is resilient, and Simon is smart, and yes, he does have something that will help Johnny’s mother. He’s far more advanced than those village doctors ever would be.

Johnny wants to ask more questions, wants to get to better know Simon, wants to know how all those legends came about—but soon enough the sun is due to set, and Simon is sending him away with an elixir and some herbs, and Johnny has to say goodbye.

He’d return one day, though, he promises himself. Because Simon seems lonely, and Johnny just simply cannot have that.

[dreamtheatre]

hi! I've been really into doctor who lately, but I can't find many headcanons on tumblr!! if you have time or are interested, can you do headcanons of 9,10, and 11 having a crush on the reader? (or if you'd rather only do one, that's fine too!)

a/n hey! i absolutely love this idea... so let's do it!! i'm going to do this with our wonderful time lords 9 and 10.

Pairing: 9/10th Doctor x GN!Reader Fandom: Doctor Who Genre: headcannons, fluff Word Count: 708 Warnings: Nothing really... Obliviousness? Denial?

9th Doctor

he would never admit it, but he notices these little things about you.

your laugh... how the corners of your eyes crinkle and your head tilts back when something amuses you. he notices that when whatever you're laughing at is funny enough, your laugh turns into a bit of a wheeze. he can tell you're embarrassed by it, but he thinks its cute adorable nice.

he notices what your favourite colour is, and when he gets you a big box full of stuff that is your favourite colour he feels a smile stretch over his face when you grin. when you ask how he knew your favourite colour, he lied and said that the TARDIS told him (to which the TARDIS hummed in disagreement).

he notices what your favourite food is. he even takes you to the past/future to let you try all the different variations of your favourite foods.

he calls you "fantastic" a lot (Rose and Jack definitely notice)

he sees how close you are with Rose and Jack, but although he doesn't mind Rose, Jack notices how the time-lord's eyes get just a bit darker and a frown is etched on his face whenever he sees you with the 'handsome' ex-time-agent.

he never tells you any of this, though, because he doesn't know how he feels. the time war is still too fresh in his mind for him to come to terms with his emotions.

if you are there when he regenerates (which of course you are) he'll tell you that you were "bloody fantastic" one last time before the golden glow covers his body.

10th Doctor

this version of the time lord is different... you're not complaining though.

he rambles and rambles on about the planets, stars, and the galaxy and tells you about all the places he is going to take you (all the companions tell you he's just trying to impress you, but you wave them off, telling them he's just being his regular time lord self)

he can't help but smile when you smile, laugh when you laugh, and he has to fight of his tears when he sees you cry.

when you both lose Rose, he really does cry with you. he holds you tighter than ever and vows to never let the terrors of the universe reach you.

when you both meet Martha, the Doctor notices how you and her get along almost as well as you did with Rose. he happily takes the med-student along with you on your new adventures

he's beyond terrified when he gets possessed by the sun, thinking that he's going to hurt you (or worse, kill you) and there would be nothing he could do to stop himself. when you and martha save him, he contemplates taking you home, where you'd be safe from all the dangers of travelling with him, but you tell him that you're going to stay with him forever. he's stuck with you now (and he's not complaining at all)

when he turns into john smith, he falls in love with you instead of the matron. when the family of blood is defeated and he turns back into his old self, he hates that he can't bring himself to tell you that those three months, a mere fraction in his time lord life, was the best that he had ever lived.

after a year without you and the torture of being with the Master, the Doctor realises how short his time with you might be. when he sees his old friend, the Master, dying in his arms, he knows that he'd never forgive himself if he let anything happen to you

he finally tells you that he loves you

happily, he takes you out to romantic locations across the galaxy, picnics on New Earth, watching outer-space operas, and even just sitting on beaches on a planet where the ocean glows with pink and purple hues. he loves doing what you love

when Donna comes along, the Doctor and you both find her to be an amazing friend, and when you both meet a strange woman named River Song at the Library, she grins knowingly, knowing what the future had in store for the both of you.

end xx dreamtheatre requests are open!

[impactedfates]

hola mijo 💓puedes hacer the tall males as dads? like for example welt, blade, jing yuan, luocha, dan heng i wish i could argenti to this list 🥰 but he not out yet so hottie okay gracias 🐾☝

★ A/N: Hola!! Yes I can :)) We all love a father figure right?

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial

★ Format: HeadCannons (Separate)

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Just HCs of the HSR men as dads, you can view yourself as their child or as their lover // I only did the characters that you've stated in the request excluding Argenti // Not proofread

Welt as a dad is a 10/10. He would be so supportive no matter what you'd want to be. He has his own child back in his actual universe after all and takes care of him so well.

He's the type to proudly show those messy drawings his kid makes to his friends and act like his kid is the next Pablo Pacasso even if all they drew was a stick figure.

He also wants you to try new things but he won't force you if you truly don't want too, all in all. Welts such a sweet and supportive dad <33

Blade as a father? Now I wouldn't say he's the worst but he's not the best either. Biological or not, if he was tasked to take care of a kid, he will. He may not understand much about how to be a good father he manages to keep them fed, clothes ect. And with the help of the other Stellaron Hunters they're taken care of well

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Except when it comes to affection. He'll try his best but his job makes it hard for him to really be home and hang out with his kid, not to mention he still has that want to die. He's emotionally unavailable most of the time. He's trying his best but he won't be much good if someone were to want to vent to him (Sorry!)

He can also sound harsh in some of his words and the kid may not get the message he's trying to convey! He may say something he sees as positive but his tone and what not makes it seem harsh.

Overall? 7.5/10 as a father

Jing Yuan I think is also a great father! Though like Blade, his job does make him unavailable most of the time. Especially since he's a General.

BUT, we both know this man would drop anything if his kid were to message/call or anything of the source of they were in trouble. Even if it was to just make a complaint about the babysitter he hired to take care of his kid.

He does everything he should to ensure his kid is loved and taken care of, and sure he may not have as much time as he'd like to spend time with his kid, he tries his best.

As a father, I'd give him a 9.5/10.

I'm unsure what Luochas thoughts on about taking care of kids in all honesty. As a doctor himself, he is aware of the cycle of life but whether or not he wishes to be apart of helping the kid grow up is unknown.

I don't think he'd have any adopted kids or something like that, however if he were to get someone pregnant he wouldn't leave them. He was a factor in how the baby was made and if the other person wishes to give birth to said kid then he'll help.

He's not a distant father per say, maybe strict but he doesn't mean to come out as harsh. He does everything a father should do and encourages his kid to study and all. He's not the most amazing father to have, honestly his kids probably prefer their other parent over him (Unless they left him and he became a single father)

All in all, while he may not be the best father he's not the worst and probably is just your average dad. 8/10

I love Dan Heng so much if you didn't know (I say as if my tumblr theme isn't Dan Heng) and this isn't even a bias but I do think he'd be a good father.

He's so worried he won't be but he really is. He remembers everything his kid likes and dislikes and applies it when he's cooking or buying something in general. He won't force his kid to do anything they don't want and will help them study.

He'd be proud of his kids, even if their grades are bad. To him, as long as they tried that's all he cares about. He may struggle with showing his care towards them, however it's easy to see he's trying.

If I had to choose out of all the male cast who I think would be the best dad? Probably Welt. I mean from what I know he already has the experience with kids and now he's taking care of 3 more (4 if you wanna count Pom Pom)...but also it's funny to call him Grandpa instead-

[satancopilotsmytardis]

20-Fake it until you make it?

But instead of it being faking that you are orgasm, be faking that you’re not having one? 👀 Take that as you will LMAO.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Shigadabi

Content: Porn Star AU, Daddy kink, CNC/Rape roleplay, face-fucking/rough oral sex, cum eating, humiliation, degradation, spanking, hole spanking, forced feminization, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex, facial

If you'd like to read on AO3 you can right here!

Dabi has been a porn star for six years. Ever since he turned eighteen and his father wanted him to go off to school somewhere and stop bringing any further disgrace on the Todoroki name after how much bad press they caught in the wake of the Sekoto Peak incident. Dabi, of course, immediately started to look for the worst thing he could do that wasn't illegal and he had signed himself up to lose his virginity on camera for Japan's premiere queer porn site. 'Dabi' was technically his stage name, but he wasn't hiding anything else plus his burns are so distinctive, and after years of the Todoroki's being in the public eye, he was damn certain that everyone would know exactly who he was. He went to his first shoot, didn't get off, got paid, and waited. It only took a week for the scandal to break and his father was livid, but when he'd threatened to kick him out of the family home, Shoto and Natsuo had shot back that they would be the first ones to head over to the tabloids and tell them he was homophobic, and so his father just had to silently seethe that he had, over the past six years, secured himself as the best switch on the site. He was making more than enough to move out, but he didn't give his father the satisfaction of finding out that he does have an apartment that he stays at every night he's not home. 

He's a hot commodity because he's got a pierced dick, a fire quirk perfect for temperature and wax play, and he's 'exotic-looking' for people who want more of a bad boy type. And he's been doing this for six years, and hasn't ever once actually cum on camera. He's not sure if it's because of his burns and fucked up nerves, or because he's too focused on this being a job, or what. But in professional circles, he's made a name for himself because of that too. The plus side is he can stay hard for ages and get his scene partners off as many times as they want him to. He also doesn't have any issues with cock rings, plugs, or chastity cages on him in a scene, and he's gotten absolutely masterful at faking his orgasms. There are already methods employed to make ejaculation look more excessive for the cameras, and he's fine with using those methods on camera. Because the thing is, as soon as he gets off-camera, even if he decides to actually fuck one of his previous scene partners in his free time, he doesn't have an issue orgasming then. He used some of his significant pay to try to see a few different therapists about that, but none of them had a real explanation for it, and given he was constantly getting tested and ensuring his sexual health was perfect with his doctors, and didn't show any other performance issues, he just shrugged it off. He doesn't get off on camera, but he's a perfect performer otherwise, and the directors that will work with him have absolutely made their money back a hundred fold, so they aren't complaining either. 

Giran does look like he's going to burst a blood vessel in his forehead as he finds out that Muscular's STI test is out of date and they'll have to reschedule the shoot until tomorrow while he goes and gets tested today. That's really no skin off his nose. He doesn't like doing scenes with Muscular, the guy is just gross in a way that has him just waiting for something to come out about how he's treated his fans, or an ex, or someone else. But Dabi gets paid big, no pun intended, for doing shoots that show off how much of a size queen he can be and Muscular has a quirk that can literally make his dick get bigger while it's inside of him, so they've been paired together for a few shoots. He's just glad that he found this out before he got all into makeup because if he's suddenly got the afternoon free, he's gonna hop over to Natsuo's university and take his little bro out for lunch and to make a nice public scene of the porn star Todoroki corrupting the med student who might actually make something of himself. 

They wrap it up for the day and he heads out. His brother is more than happy to go have a bite between classes and his father is furious to see the pictures of him in his sheer shirt and leather pants, wearing a cockring on a necklace, plastered across the front page of every gossip site by that evening. 

///

"What the fuck do you mean he's got--" Giran's face goes red and Dabi thinks that he's in serious danger of bursting two veins today. "That's why he was trying to dodge it yesterday? Fuck that. Take him off our actor list. If he starts a fuss, remind him that his failure to show up with a valid test yesterday means that he was in breach of contract and he's lucky I'm not suing his ass." Giran hangs up and does something Dabi hasn't ever seen him do on set, he pulls out his cigs and lights up. "Pack it in. We don't have a second star." 

Fuck. He was really looking forward to the paycheck for this one. He'll get paid for the couple of hours he sat around the past two days, but he's not gonna get anywhere near the payout that this shoot was supposed to get him. "You know I'm down for a solo scene." Dabi offers. It's such a waste to have rented the space for this, to have everything set up, and not even use it. "We can switch the script to the 'villains' having dosed me with an aphrodisiac quirk and I can use one of the oversized toys?" 

"I appreciate that, Dabi, but the contract was for a two person shoot." 

"Magne?" He offers. They don't normally film together, and he doesn't know if she'll want to take on this role as someone who's supposed to be 'assaulting' him, but she's got a big dick and they have worked together before. Though they have more fun drinking and clubbing together than they do working together. 

"She's booked up for the next two days. Called her last night when shit seemed suspect with Muscular." 

"Shit." 

"Shit." Giran agrees. 

"Um," They both look up when Iguchi speaks, blushing so hotly that Dabi can see it through his scales. 

"Oh? Dude, are you packing something bigger than your boom mic?" He teases lightly. Iguchi has worked sound on every job he's ever taken with Giran and that's been at least fifty over the past couple of years, he's pretty sure joking about what's in his pants isn't going to get him in trouble in this context. 

"Er, not me, um, but I have a friend?" 

"An actor?" 

"Not exactly? He's the owner of La Vénus. He's a professional Dom." 

"Shigaraki." Giran says, which is a name Dabi doesn't recognize, but LV is something he does. A very high-end sex club that he has always steered clear of to avoid any possibility of stalking or harassment, or possible contamination. "We can't wait for an amateur to get tested and teach him the ropes." 

"He's... not a total amateur? He puts on private parties and hires crews so he and his guests can make their own movies if they want to. He makes sure that everyone, including himself, has a current, clean test before they're let in." He scratches the back of his neck, as if that will hide the blush that has creeped there too. "...He had a party last night, so the test is as current as it can be, unless he found someone else after we'd packed up all our equipment." 

"That's something, but we are looking for someone well-endowed. If we just wanted anyone--" 

"He's ten inches soft." 

"Call him." 

///

Iguchi is on the phone for about fifteen minutes before he comes back and assures the group that Shigaraki is on the way. In the hopes that this works, Giran goes to get a fresh contract written up and printed and Dabi starts to get into makeup. He was particularly excited about this shoot because he's supposed to be playing himself. Or more specifically, he's supposed to be the kidnapped kid of a hero who's about to get 'assaulted' so that the kidnappers can leave him broken to be found later. He likes a CNC scene anyway, and one where he was getting fucked by a monster of a cock was definitely appealing to him, even if he wouldn't be getting off to it until he got to watch back the footage on his own. But that means his makeup gets to be a little rougher, and a mascara and eyeliner gets put on that is sure to run when he cries. He had actually used some of the early money to get his tear ducts repaired fully so that he wasn't bleeding on set and freaking people out, and his eyes are way more sensitive now. His siblings tease him for being a crybaby, but the money shot of his big blue eyes all shiny with tears and cum dripping down his face has won him three awards over the years, so he's fine with that. 

They're an hour behind their shoot schedule when Shigaraki shows up. Dabi immediately gets out of his chair so that he can see what this guy looks like and he's a little startled to find a man about his height with long stark white hair. His hair hasn't been that color in eight years. He hasn't seen his mother in ten. But he shakes that disjointed melancholy and tries to take in the rest of him. He's wearing a long-sleeved gray sweater and tight black pants that Dabi is really doubting could hide the monster cock they've been promised, and black leather gloves with the middle finger and index finger cut out of the cloth. The long, wavy white hair falls across his face that's a little longer, a little more oval than Dabi's own, with a birthmark to one side of his mouth, a scar splitting his lips on the opposite side, and another going over one of his ruby-red eyes. And there's... a weird scaly-looking cracked-skin texture all over his mouth and around his eyes that immediately sends Dabi's warning bells ringing. Being clean of STIs isn't the only thing he needs to be worried about, and a rash or other skin condition means this is absolutely not happening. 

Giran converges on him and Shigaraki shakes his hand. "Nice to see you again, Tomura." 

"You as well. I didn't expect it to be like this, I will say." 

"Well we're desperate and according to Iguchi you can fill the role?" 

"I can try." 

They all move over to one of the side areas set up around the rest of the room so that they can discuss the scene, and over the course of the next hour, Dabi finds out that La Vénus has been used as a filming set a few times before, which is how Shigaraki met Giran and Iguchi, and why he's familiar with the general setup even if he's never been an actor on set before. Dabi also learns that the shattered texture is an effect of his apparently, extremely dangerous quirk, that the weird gloves mitigate. They go through the whole contract, what they're looking for in the shots. The plan was only to have two days of filming, one for the bulk of the shots and then a second to do extra material or reshoots if they needed it. Now they only have this location for the rest of the day, and that means they've got to get this done in that amount of time unless Giran can stretch their budget. So after Shigaraki has been fully briefed on how they want things to get set up, what positions, how hard he can go, he gets a glance at the script, but there really isn't much there. The roles were written for him and Muscular, and they've worked together enough that Dabi had more than expected to know what he was in for, but he and Shigaraki do get acquainted as he learns what Dabi's pain threshold is. 

They just move off to the side and he bends over, ass up, and lets Shigaraki bring his hand across the backs of his thighs, over his scars so that the camera won't pick up that he's been roughed up before they get rolling. The other man seems vaguely amused, but he's professional enough, clearly used to this kind of thing in his own professional experiences. 

"What level are you wanting to stay around?" 

"I've got another shoot in a few days, so I'd like to keep it at a five, but you can go up to a seven when the scene calls for it." 

"I can do that." And he levels a blow against the backs of his thighs that makes Dabi's skin tingle and sting from the impact, but it's a good thuddy hit instead of stingy and he considers. 

"Three." 

Shigaraki gives him a few more hits until they're reliably at a five, and one seven so that he knows exactly how high his cap is for this scene. Then they start to get him into makeup and Dabi sits to chat him up for a bit, trying to figure out how to work with him, the same way he normally does when it's his first time filming with someone new. 

"Anything I should stay away from while we're going?" 

"Hmm, not really, I'm fine with everything in the script. What about you?" 

"I like it when my hair gets pulled, and when you're going in for the face fucking thing, go as hard as you can. If a staple doesn't pop out, then it's not hard enough." He wishes he could smoke, but he settles for fiddling with one of the staples on the back of his hand instead. "And I know what the scene is about, but if you can avoid name-dropping Endeavor, I'd appreciate it." 

"I can do that." 

"Good, ‘cause if you don't and I go soft, then that's on you, newbie." 

"What about the--" 

"That's fine. I have never once called that bastard that. It's not gonna take me out of the scene." And then he hesitates but mutters, "And you have a nondisclosure agreement that you had to sign before filming with me, did you read the whole thing?" 

Shigaraki doesn't blink. "I did," pretty sure he did it while he and Giran were going over what to change on set to do this whole thing in one continuous shot. "Every one of your orgasms is faked? That's surprising." 

"You watch my videos?" He deflects, batting his eyelashes.

"More often than I should, is that a problem?" 

"No, I worked with a nineteen year old last month who told me I was his sexual awakening." 

"So how does that work?" 

"You're gonna fuck me through the scenes until you finish, we can take breaks between scenes if you need them, and when we've gotten through the material, at the very end, I'll essentially be cock warming you while our makeup artists fake the final shot with some tubes and some clever angles. Depending on how much you cum, they might also squirt me here and there with a little more of the fake stuff to make it pop on camera." 

"Alright." 

"You're very chill about all of this." 

"I run a sex club, this isn't anything new, though more sterilized than what I usually get up to." Jin comes over to get his measurements for their meager on-set wardrobe and Shigaraki lets him without blinking. "Have you ever been to La Vénus?" 

"Not yet, but maybe someday. What's your security like?" 

"We have a private entrance and exit for high profile guests, and we can assign someone to act as a bodyguard for you if you're worried about harassment. We've also hosted a few meet-and-greets for other actors if that's something you'd be interested in." 

"Really?" Dabi perks up a little at that. Meet-and-greets and cons are great ways of getting some extra cash and keeping his fans happy, but there's only two Adult Entertainment conventions in Japan a year and he hasn't taken off enough internationally to get invited to any other ones. "Sounds like fun." 

"I'll give you my card when you have pockets." He teases lightly, and yeah, the robe he's wearing over his black boxer briefs doesn't exactly have any storage. 

They chit-chat for another half an hour and Dabi is pleased to note when Shigaraki does get changed into the tight leather pants and the body harness that they have to fit him, he's way more cut under the sweater and definitely has a bulge in his pants that he's looking forward to getting very up-close and personal with. With everything set, Dabi loses the robe and gets on set. The bare mattress on the ground looks absolutely disgusting, and it is actually kind of gross because the fake blood and dirt that got rubbed into it to make it dirty is kind of stiff and scratchy in areas, Dabi tilts his head up to get the last little bits of make-up applied, a bit of fake blood around his hairline and dripping down his forehead like he's been knocked out, then the quirk dampening cuffs are locked in place, and the black bag goes over his head. And Dabi forgets about the cameras. 

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Even footsteps move across the concrete floor towards him and Dabi tenses, reaching for his quirk, and when that doesn't work, he curls in a little tighter on himself, trying to protect himself as the cold air bites against his skin. He doesn't know what this is, where he is, and his voice trembles slightly when he tries to growl, 

"People are going to look for me." 

It's a man's voice that hums out softly as the footsteps stop in front of him, "Oh I'm sure they will. I'm just not sure that they'll find you." His hair is grabbed through the bag and his head is forced up roughly. The pain spikes out sharply enough across his scalp, and Dabi cries out as he does it, and that only makes the man give a low, cruel laugh. "Your heroes are coming to find you. But not before I make sure they see that you're nothing more than a filthy whore who isn't worth saving." He pulls the bag off of his head and Dabi squints, the light here is still pretty dim and diffused, but it's still more than he could see through the dark fabric. "And maybe, if you're a good enough one, you'll still be breathing by the time they get here." 

He whimpers as he looks up at his captor, at how he's already only half-dressed, his cock already stirring as he catches him by the chin to pull his head up. The other man forces him to meet his eyes as his thumb runs across the line of staples in his chin, going up to his lower lip and pulling on it slightly. Just enough to make it part and Dabi squeezes his eyes shut as he trembles. "Don't, please." His voice is small and terrified and his captor is unmoved. "Please, I--I have money, I can make this all go away, no one needs to know--" 

The other man laughs and it's even crueler than the one before. "Never heard a whore beg not to be fucked, but I think you're going to change your tune." The grip on his face goes harder and Dabi cries out as he's forced closer, practically falling into his legs with his limbs bound. "Because if you don't put on a good show for me," he hooks a finger under the edge of one of the staples in his cheek and Dabi gasps as pain starts to tingle out from the punctures. "Then I may get bored and find a different way to pass my time." He pulls a bit harder and Dabi cries out, 

"Stop! Don't, please! I--I'll be good, sir!" He tries desperately. He pulls a little harder and Dabi tries anything else. He knows what sadists like him like. Knows they want to have him be beneath them, "Master," harder still, the staple is barely in place and he has so many. If he tears them all out-- "Daddy!" 

The pressure lessens and the other man looks at him, his eyes shining with his mirth. "He's not going to save you from me." 

Dabi can't move enough to rear back from the implication, and he feels sick to his stomach as he tries to pivot from the violence this man so clearly wants an excuse to use against him. But he makes himself speak anyway, leaning into his touch instead of trying to move away the way he so desperately wants to. "Please, Daddy, I'll be good." He tries to flutter his lashes. "Let me make you feel good, Daddy." 

The grip loosens a bit and he tries to swallow his nerves as he leans forward until he can run his tongue along the leather of his pants, over the half-hard cock beneath like this is all he wants, and not just a desperate attempt to survive. He licks and sucks at the fabric as he tries to settle the roiling in his gut enough to be able to do this without vomiting. His hands, even cuffed together, can move up his thighs as he brings his mouth to his zipper and catches it between his teeth, pulling it down inch by inch, as he looks up at his captor. He smells the familiar musk of arousal even as the other man catches his chin hard again, making his staples bite deeper into his skin and bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. 

"You're going to be a good boy for Daddy, or I'm going to pull out your teeth and then we're going to try this again." 

Dabi whimpers, any fleeting thought of trying to hurt him a million miles from his mind now. "I'll be good, Daddy." He promises again. 

"Prove it, whore." 

He trembles slightly as he undoes his belt and button too, opening his pants completely and... reaching inside to wrap his fingers around him. He's still only half hard as he pulls him free, and he's already huge. Big enough to make his jaw ache, for certain. His cock is thick as well as long, the head flushing, and veins winding beneath the velvet skin of him. It's a big cock, a pretty one too, and if he were anywhere else, if this was any other time, it would make his mouth water. But right now he just feels a little sicker as his own cock starts to stir a bit. He looks up at the white-haired man through his lashes as he presses his lips to his head in a fluttery little kiss, then he really starts to work his mouth the ways he knows feel good. He licks his lips, and presses more kisses around his head and along his shaft as he grows harder and Dabi gets him wetter. He'll need him wet if he wants to get him all the way into his throat without too much discomfort. 

His skin tastes clean, and that hot smell of arousal rolls through him like a thunderstorm. One of his favorite things to do in a shoot is give head, and against the haze of fear still trying to settle over his mind, he finds himself slipping into that space. The place where it feels so good to have the weight of a cock on his tongue and stretching open his lips. And oh, does his cock stretch him now. He's so big that Dabi has to pull off a few times, licking his palms and working his hand along his length as he breathes deep and relaxes his jaw a little more. He needs to do more than that, but the next time he opens his mouth, a hard grip is catching him by his hair and yanking him forward. Dabi's jaw is forced wide, the seam through his lower lip tearing and sending another sharp point of pain through him. And his cock is at the back of his mouth so quickly that he's gagging, even though he can normally fight that reflex. 

The man above him laughs, and the sound is so cruel that Dabi squeezes his eyes shut against it. "You can't even manage this? Those movies must really fake a lot." He says it like he knows all of the times he's failed to get off during a scene and it fills him with a dizzying humiliation. Humiliation that pulses straight through his veins to his cock, that he knows must be hardening visibly in his thin boxer briefs. He rests his cuffed hands against his thighs and does his best to swallow around the massive intrusion in his mouth, running his tongue along a vein he feels pressing against him in the hope of distracting him. "That's better. Show me what a good fuck you can be from this hole and maybe I'll be nicer when I get to the other one, princess." 

Dabi can't help the tears that finally spill over his cheeks as his captor grips his hair harder to hold him in place before he brings his hips back and snaps them forward with enough force that the head of his cock pushes past the tight ring of his throat and into his esophagus without letting him warm up the muscles for the intrusion. It's a sharp agony that steals his breath away, and he doesn't get even a second of reprieve because he's doing it again. He fucks hard into his throat two more times before Dabi manages to follow the brutal rhythm and actually start to swallow around him. 

It hurts, and he hates it, and he's certain that he's bleeding from his lip, positive that if he isn't a little more gentle, then his staples will pull. He's not a whore. He's not a girl. But he's achingly hard as he barely manages to breathe. As he's turned into nothing but a hole for this monster to fuck. Drool spills down his chin and stings the split seam, but he doesn't have a chance to swallow. He must look like a mess, blood, and spit, and tears mingling on his face as he's used, as the world ceases to exist beyond the hard fucking his mouth is being used for. And every time he thinks that he can't take any more, that he can't possibly be this big, he fucks him a little harder, a little deeper, and his throat is a little fuller than it ever has been before without someone using a quirk to fill him. 

And the sounds of it as it happens. God, the sounds are even more filthy, even more humiliating. Every hard thrust has his balls slapping his sloppy chin, and that crack of skin against skin as he makes the most pathetic gulping and gurgles as he's ruined, is enough that Dabi doesn't think he'll ever be able to shed the shame that comes over him. And he's hard. That keeps coming to him, reminding him with every rough movement that makes him shift where he's kneeling. His body doesn't care that this is wrong, that this is humiliating, that he's disgusted by what's happening to him. His filthy whorish body loves having such a big cock in his mouth. It makes pleasure tingle under his skin as the man's breaths grow rougher, as he growls and groans as his fingers knot hard enough into his hair that his scalp aches. 

"That's it, fuck, that's much better. Really can be such a good slut when you're given the right motivation, can't you?" He pushes in harder, but slows down a little. It still hurts, but now he's lingering deep in his throat, and Dabi grows frantic, swallowing around him convulsively in the hopes of getting him out so that he can take a breath. "That's it, baby. Mm, just like that. Fuck, you're so hungry for it, aren't you, princess?" 

He doesn't pull back until Dabi's vision is going black around the edges, and even then he keeps his mouth stretched wide as Dabi tries his best to suck in the air he's starving for while his head leaks all over his tongue. His pre is bitter and salty and the taste of him shouldn't make his undergarments get wetter too as he leaks as well. The man pulls all the way out, his head smearing his saliva and beads of pre over his lips as he loosens his grip on his hair and strokes through it instead, forcing him to look up at him again. "You want it so badly, don't you, baby girl?" 

Dabi squeezes his eyes shut, fresh tears slipping over his cheeks as he sobs weakly. But then the fingers tighten in his hair again and he opens them again, sucking in a breath to plead, "I want it." His voice is scratchy and weak from how raw his throat is from the abuse. "Please, Daddy, I want it. Your cock is so big, it feels so good fucking my slutty throat. I wanna taste your cum, Daddy, please--" He knows all the things he's supposed to say, they come out of him automatically, and he's grateful they do because his mind feels like it’s a million miles away. He can't tell if he's floating or not, but it doesn't matter if he can just be good for Daddy. 

"That's a good girl." A little flicker of pleasure goes through him again at the praise and he opens his mouth wide, relaxing as much as he can. "Such a pretty little whore, so eager to be used even after all that fuss." And Daddy sounds amused as he feeds his cock back into his mouth. He lets him suck and lick at him for a few seconds before he's tightening his grip in his hair. That's all the warning he's given before he's fucking back into his throat, but Dabi puts that warning to good use this time. He's ready to swallow around him now, ready for the roughness that comes and gets more frantic as he tastes more and more pre. 

It only takes another few minutes before Daddy is pulling out of his mouth as his balls draw tight and his cum pulses out of him in thick spurts. The first lands across his lips and his open mouth, filling his mouth with the heat and taste of him, but the next splatters his cheek, his chin, and soon his face is dripping with it as he remembers what other people, partners, directors, performers have wanted from him. He opens wide so the other can see his cum on his tongue and then he swallows it, licking his lips and catching all of it there too. He doesn't like how that part is tinged copper with his blood, but it doesn't matter. Daddy is looking at him with hot red eyes, and he's not hurting him. He thinks that means he's being good. 

"Thank you, Daddy." He slurs. 

"You're welcome, princess. Do you like having Daddy's cum in your mouth?" 

He barely manages to nod weakly. The grip on his hair goes tighter again and he pushes his head down. It pulls his neck sharply, and nearly makes him lose his balance and topple face-first into the concrete. He yelps. 

"Then you'll enjoy cleaning that up, won't you, baby girl?" 

His face burns as he finds that he is looking at a small puddle of the white liquid that had dripped off of his face onto the ground. It's disgusting and Dabi's entire mind twists in revulsion, but his treacherous body doesn't care. His cock is so hard that he's soaking his underwear. He sobs a little harder, but manages a tiny nod. 

"Well then?" 

Dabi leans down and starts to lick up the little puddle and Daddy laughs at him before he starts to move. He doesn't dare look up to find out where he's going, instead forcing himself to lick at the floor, the rough texture of concrete against his tongue as he eats the pooled cum. 

It's not until he feels the thin mattress beneath his knees dip that he realizes exactly where he's moved to and what he's certain is coming next. His suspicions are confirmed when leather clad fingers catch the fabric of his boxer briefs and he tugs them down, exposing him. Dabi starts to lift his head, he wants to beg for the other to stop-- but the air around the room cracks sharply as a preemptive slap comes down over his ass hard enough he cries out instead of speaking. 

The handprint is still stinging on his ass as Daddy takes a hold of that cheek as he spreads him open. "Look at that pretty pink pussy, baby girl. Can't even tell how many filthy cocks you've already had inside of you." 

He flinches, "I-it's not-- I'm not a girl!" The protest gets him another hard slap, but this one comes down between his cheeks, directly against his hole, and Dabi squeals as the pain shoots through him and makes him sob harder. 

"You are whatever I say you are, whore." His voice is a growl laced with menace and Dabi cries harder as he starts to shake so much, sure he's going to be hit again or torn open on his cock. 

"I-I'm s-sorry, Daddy," he sobs. 

"You will be if you keep misbehaving. Clean up that mess." 

He doesn't hesitate this time, licking at the drying cum on the floor like he's starving for it. He's crying hard enough that he must not hear it when the other man tears open a packet of lube. But his fingers are definitely wet with it and so cool when they touch his stinging hole again. Dabi whimpers, the chill of his fingers feeling good against him in spite of himself. He shouldn't like that, it shouldn't feel good when he knows what is coming next, just the way he shouldn't still be so hard from having his throat fucked, but he is. It's a miracle Daddy hasn't noticed yet and even after he's finished cleaning up his cum, Dabi keeps his head down, his teeth biting into his lower lip and making the split worse because those fingers circle and tease his hole. They make him so wet that there's lube rolling down his taint and dripping along his balls like-- like he's got a gushing cunt before he even starts to press the first long finger inside of him. 

Dabi sobs instead of moaning, and he thinks that's the best he can hope for. He doesn't know how long he's going to be able to hold out on that because Daddy starts to move his fingers inside of him, around him, stretching him open and making the nerves inside tingle and start to whine with pleasure as he prepares him for his cock. He whimpers, his thighs starting to shake as he's fucked open. His breaths hitch as Daddy murmurs, 

"That's it, princess, fuck you're so hot here. All that fire under your skin and yet here you are, helpless and desperate for any scrap of mercy I give you." 

He can't find his words before the other crooks his fingers and finds his prostate, and despite everything, he's still so turned on that just the barest touch there has a loud, wanton moan tearing out of his throat. The fingers inside of him stop abruptly and Dabi's whole body goes tight with terror. 

The next second the man's other hand is knotting into his hair again and Dabi is being yanked back, pulled further on the mattress, his torso twisted onto his side, and his pelvis at an angle too, one leg pushed up so that hungry red eyes can see his hole and his flushed, leaking cock. 

"Naughty little slut," the words are purred with the other man's pleasure. "Look at that, your pretty clit is just as desperate to be fucked as your throat and your pussy." Dabi shakes his head weakly, his insides boiling with his shame at his body being talked about like that, but he doesn't dare to protest verbally. He can't say anything at all when Daddy fucks his fingers back into him roughly, adding a third and stretching him wide. 

Moans spill out from his ruined lips as Dabi clutches onto the dirty mattress with his bound hands. He cries harder because he's right. It all feels so good in a way sex hasn't felt for a long, long time. Better than any partner he's been with outside of work, better than his shoot partners for it. It feels good to be degraded and violated by this awful, cruel, handsome man with a cock he's dreamt about having all his life, and Dabi doesn't know how to handle it at all. He just knows he's so sharply overwhelmed that he's terrified that even the cuffs won't keep his quirk at bay and he'll set the bed on fire if Daddy keeps fucking his fingers against his prostate. 

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" 

"So desperate for something else in your pretty cunt, princess? Alright, just ask nicely." His fingers pull out of his hole, but it's the other hand that catches his chin and makes him look out towards something else in the room. Dabi can't see far, his eyes blurred with tears and too much light from that direction making the other end of the room seem like a haze. "Tell the heroes how badly you want Daddy's cock in your pussy and you'll get it, baby girl." 

He shakes his head again weakly. No, he's not a girl, he's not-- Daddy spanks his hole again and Dabi screams from the pain. "No, no, stop, Daddy, don't--" His protests earn him another hit right there and Dabi sobs as he gushes pre against his stomach. 

"Your cunt is getting so puffy, princess." He hums. "Going to hurt even more if I spank you until this skin is the same color as your scars before I fuck you." And he gives him another slap. 

Dabi shatters. "Daddy, please! Please, Daddy, please fuck my pussy! Please, I need your cock, Daddy," he sobs. "It felt so good with your fingers inside. Please, I need my cunt full of your cum! M-my clit is so hard, Daddy, please, please, please!" 

Daddy groans and pulls him up by his hair again so he can lick the filthy words and the traces of his own cum out of Dabi's mouth as he hooks one of Dabi's legs over his shoulder. He barely has time to surrender to the tongue invading his mouth with a whine before Daddy's cock is rubbing against his puffy, aching pussy. He's cool from the lube and that contrast soothes some of the sting while still making the press of his head as he starts to sink in, feel even more intense than it ever has before. Dabi is sobbing again, this time from how good he feels, as he kisses Daddy back messily. His cock feels even bigger stretching open his pussy and he's moaning and whimpering, his whole body shaking, from his pleasure as he sinks inside. 

Daddy pants against his lips, "That's it, baby girl, let me hear how much you like having your pussy raped." 

It's a sharp reminder that he shouldn't like it. That he should be scared, that he shouldn't want more. But he does. He wants it as Daddy bottoms out inside of him. He barely gets a chance to catch his breath, to adjust, before Daddy is pulling almost all the way out and then snapping his hips forward again with the same brutality as he fucked his throat with. He moans and screams, his head thrown back as he's fucked, every movement putting such an enormous pleasure beneath his skin he thinks he may burst around it. 

His throat is raw by the time he's gasping, "Daddy! Daddy! Please!" 

"'Please' what, princess?" Doesn't stop moving so hard into his body even as he speaks. "Good whores ask for what they want. And you want to be Daddy's good whore, don't you?" 

He wants it almost as sharply as he wants, "Touch my clit, please, Daddy! Close, please, need you--" 

"Oh, my sweet little girl," Dabi mewls because the condescending words are only making him need it more. He's so close. "No." 

Dabi whines, fresh tears falling down his cheeks. 

"Because good girls can cum just from having Daddy's cock in their tight little pussies." And he's bound and determined to prove that, because the grip against his body tightens as Daddy angles his hips up a little more, pulls back nearly entirely out of is hole, and thrusts back in hard, making sure that the entire length of is cock moves over his prostate as he fucks him so heard Dabi's insides feel like they're being stirred up. 

He barely hangs on for two thrusts at that new, perfect angle before he's screaming, "Daddy!", as his balls tighten and his clit kicks hard as his orgasm swells through his skin. He paints his release up his chest, splattering his own chin, and tightens even more around Daddy's cock as every cell in his body hums with pleasure. 

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you cum, baby. Did such a good job--" Daddy keeps moving inside of him as Dabi writhes as his pleasure goes sharper and sharper on each subsequent thrust until it trips over the edge into pain and Dabi is whining again. Thankfully, it doesn't take much longer after that for Daddy to drive his cock in deep one more time before Dabi is drenched with his cum all over again. 

He is beyond dazed when he realizes that Daddy's pulled out, but there's still something inside of him. Moving around in the mess that is beginning to leak out of his swollen cunt. 

"Open your mouth, princess." 

Dabi follows the command immediately and the fingers pull out of his pussy and move to his mouth instead, dripping with more of Daddy's cum. He doesn't have to be asked, he latches onto the soiled leather as soon as they touch his lips, sucking on his fingers and licking them clean as Daddy smiles at him softly and strokes his hair. 

"You did such a good job, little girl. Such a good girl for Daddy. Showed the entire world how ruined you already are." His head is too full of cotton candy fluff for him to make sense of what he's being told. "Seems like such a waste to kill you now." Daddy's voice lingers for a second and he hums. "I'm sure I can find use for such an obedient whore, so I think I'm going to keep you, princess. Doesn't that sound nice? Don't you want to stay with Daddy?" 

Dabi nods weakly with his fingers still in his mouth. Daddy takes them out and he barely slurs, "Yes, Daddy." 

"Good girl. Let's get going before the heroes come and find your best performance yet, sweetheart." Daddy picks him up and Dabi curls up against his chest, too exhausted to know anything past how good it feels to be held after something so intense. 

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Dabi is fucking boneless when he sort of starts to come out of it enough to realize that someone's wiping the cum from his face, and has wrapped him in his robe. He blinks as he realizes he's just sort of staring at the cables running across the floor to the lights. The cloth touches the edge of a sore staple and he whimpers softly, that little bit of pain making him wince. 

"Sorry," the touch lightens immediately and Dabi looks up to find the voice. Shigaraki tries to be even more gentle as he finishes up. "Here, Giran said you like to have this after you're finished?" He reaches over for the smoothie that he'd brought for the shoot. He hits the button to flip out the straw and brings it to Dabi's lips and he manages to stay coherent enough to take a few sips. The sharp sugary sweetness and coldness of the drink against his tongue has him moaning hazily, taking the cup and trying to get more into his parched throat. "Not too fast, baby." Shigaraki murmurs, stroking his hair softly. Dabi forces himself to slow down. 

It still takes about half of the smoothie for him to fully register that other people are moving around. Lighting people, sound people, people breaking down the set because they must have gotten the shots they needed. Shigaraki is still sitting with him, one hand rubbing along his back, and the other tapping at some game on his phone. 

"Holy fuck," He croaks. 

Before Shigaraki can get a word in, Giran is right in front of him, looking ecstatic. "'Holy fuck'!" He agrees, possibly on the verge of vibrating. "You came! On camera! And the chemistry, you two played off each other perfectly." 

Dabi is still a little too hazy to fully match his excitement. But yeah, yeah that was perfect. He can't remember the last time he was able to slip into the headspace of a scene on camera and not have little bubbles of work break through. But even though Shigaraki had mostly stuck to using Muscular's dialogue, he hadn't felt like cringing out of his skin, and the things he's added-- "I think I'm going to keep you, princess. Doesn't that sound nice? Don't you want to stay with Daddy?"-- he hadn't squirmed to try and get to a better angle for the cameras, hadn't given a thought to if his makeup was running the way it was supposed to or not. He had just been in the scene like this was for fun and not for work and he'd cum on camera. 

"Did we get the shots?" He's pretty sure they must have, or Giran would definitely look more stressed out than happy. 

"We got everything, kid. And you," He rounds on Shigaraki who's hand falls away from Dabi's back. "You should let me get you an agent. Once this debut airs, you're going to be in high demand." 

Shigaraki looks amused, "I don't think I'll have time to do this professionally, but I'm glad that my performance was satisfactory." 

"'Satisfactory'," Giran sounds disbelieving as he shakes his head. "Fucking Christ, you have no idea." He really doesn't. It's a good thing that he's already got a sex club, and Dabi wonders how many more people will be looking to contract him as their dom once this goes live. "Dabi, you good?" 

He gives a weak thumbs up. "Ibuprofen?" 

"I'll check with Mai." He goes away and Shigaraki gives him his full attention. 

"Was anything too much?" 

"You made me cum on camera, I literally don't think that you could have done any better, Shigaraki." 

That gets the other man giving him a small, bemused smile. "You put on quite a show as well. I may be biased, but I think that might have been your best performance." 

He's absolutely biased, but he's also right, and Dabi hasn't even seen the tape yet. "Best one I've ever put on in public, definitely." He hints very lightly as he takes another sip of his smoothie. Oh, he absolutely needs a real shower when he gets home and then he's gonna order a million things to eat before he soaks in the tub until it all arrives. Is that aftercare as good as when he has someone else seeing to his needs after an intense scene? No, but he knows how to make due after all this time. 

Shigaraki reaches into his jacket pocket and Dabi realizes that he's dressed already. "I have to get back to V to start getting things set up for tonight," He explains. But he takes out a card and a pen and scrawls something across the back. "If you decide that you want to put on a meet-and-greet or another live event, you can reach me at the number on the front." He hands over the matte charcoal gray card embossed with red foil that has his name, number and email on the front. Dabi flips it over to the back and finds that he's written another number on the back in red ink.

"And this one?"

"My personal line, if you ever want to have a more private party or dinner sometime?"

Dabi hums. He gets asked out a lot, he gets propositioned a thousand times more often than that. He knows how to play it cool. Shigaraki doesn't need to know that he's committing the digits to memory. "I'll keep that in mind," he says lazily. "Thanks for your work today, Shigaraki." 

"You can use my first name, Dabi." 

"Tomura," he corrects, and pretends he doesn't like how that tastes on his tongue. It earns him one of those slow, approving smiles that makes Dabi want to get right back on his knees for him even though his lips are so sore already. 

"I hope I hear from you soon." And that's all he leaves him with. Dabi watches him head out, stopping to exchange a few words with a blushing Iguchi and a slightly manic Giran before he's leaving the set. Mai brings him the pain meds he'd asked for and he finishes his smoothie before he gets dressed and he arranges his ride. 

If he puts Tomura's personal number into his phone while he waits, then that's not anyone else's business but his own. 

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 33 of 35

3759 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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The doctors' office is a little too cheery for your liking. It's painted in bright sunshine yellows with smiling photos on the wall. Jin had said that his friend specialised in family therapy and so the office would reflect that but he had also assured you that the man had experience in Jungkook's level of anxiety.

The rabbit practically vibrated as he sat next to you. You wish there was more you could do to alleviate his anxiety but holding his hand and gently stroking his hair is all you can provide right now. You are just thankful that is only the two of you in the room. The doctor's secretary had allowed you to wait in the treatment room before the doctor returned from lunch away from other patients waiting for other doctors.

You glance at Jungkook's face, trying to gauge exactly how bad he might be feeling on a scale of hiding under the covers to an actual heart attack. So far he seems to be at the point of his eyes popping out of his skull. You try to pull him more into your lap in the protective way you've seen Namjoon do in the past. He settles a little more into your side but his demeanour doesn’t change. You want to say something soothing but you keep coming up blank."

Just as well, because the door opens and in walks a man can only assume is Jin's therapist friend. He is shorter than you had pictured, with round spectacles and the bald patches that come naturally to some with age.

"Good afternoon both! My name is Doctor Treiver!" he says cheerily "I was awfully surprised when Jin asked me for this favour, I was starting to think the man was never going to find a mate, let alone two."

"Actually there's seven of us, not including Jin so eight I guess." you supply awkwardly.

Jungkook cowers into your side trying to evade the therapist's gaze.

"Ah even better, the doctor deserves an entire family to spoil" The older gentleman smiles fondly. "Anyway enough about him. I assume we are here to talk about you?'

He turns to Jungkook making the rabbit squirm. You try your best to make him face the therapist but it doesn't work he buries his nose in your scent gland and refuses to move away.

The man raises an eyebrow at you but all you can do is shrug apologetically.

"Would it make you feel more comfortable if I talk about me for a little while?"

Jungkook still doesn't respond so he forges on. He talks about being a dog hybrid and about his family: how his wife has gone back to school, and his daughters just had a dance recital that he'd been so proud to watch.

He eats up all of the time talking about himself. But miraculously it seems to distract Jungkook. He begins to unfurl, listening to Dr. Triever talk, he still won't offer any conversation of his own but he doesn't have a vice grip on your arm as the session draws to a close. He almost looks disappointed as the doctor winds to a close.

“Unfortunately that’s all the time we have, my next patient will be here shortly so we will perhaps have to take a rain check on me getting to know about you Jungkook. Jin has booked this session for you for the next few weeks, would you like to keep it?”

Jungkook nods slightly and Dr. Treiver smiles and claps his hands. 

“Wonderful,  that’s settled then, I’ll see you next week!”

The elder man rises and shows the two of you to the door. Jungkook’s arm wraps fully around yours again as he nervously makes his way through the full waiting room. Only when you are back at the car, does the colour start to reflood his cheeks. 

“Do you want to drive?” You ask him as you approach.

“No.” He manages to squeak out. 

You open the passenger door for him and run around to the driver's side.

“Are you hungry?” You ask

“Yoongi left us some snacks,” He responds.

“And Jin left us his credit card for your treat. How about you and I hook a laptop up to the big screen and start shopping for everything we need for the new rooms?”

He looks excited at the prospect and now you’re alone, his sunshiny attitude has returned and he babbles on about trinkets he wants to buy for himself and the others. It’s clear he has been thinking about this the most out of all of you since the house upgrades had been suggested. Considering you had all assumed he would be taking it the hardest you were all rather surprised by this outcome, but then he had only really spent ten months in the original hovel, and he was now being offered his wildest dreams (or his most reasonable dreams if Namjoon had a say).

You want to ask him how he is feeling following the appointment but you hold your tongue, thinking it might be better saved for a family meeting later this evening so he doesn’t have to rehash his feelings on more than one occasion. 

As soon as you walk into the apartment Jungkook bounces into the kitchen and gathers his favourites of the snacks Yoongi left behind. In the meanwhile, you rummage through the drawers for a HDMI cable.

You play through Amazon listings like Tinder, adding yes’ to the basket and judging the hell out of the no’s. You find yourselves looking through more and more bizarre furniture listings until you stumble across tables with animal legs and chairs that look more like avant-garde art pieces. 

Namjoon comes home early and crashes into the bed next to you. He seems less than impressed that you are adding so many things that he cannot buy you into the basket but Jungkook knows the right things to search to have him join in your little game. The rabbit puts the ugliest typewriter he can find on the screen making Namjoon physically retch. It has Namjoon snatching the keyboard away from him and you launching to get it back.

Namjoon catches you easily, keeping the keyboard far out of your reach.

“That thing is a crime against reality! You’ve both just lost your keyboard privileges,” he says.

He places the electronic on to the sofa and then readjusts you into his lap properly.

“We are just putting things in the basket, right? You’re not actually buying anything?” Namjoon asks timidly.

“We haven’t bought anything yet no… only because we thought getting things delivered here would cause logistical issues,” you shrug.

“Then I guess I can play…” Namjoon confirms.

He places the keyboard back into your lap and wraps his arms around you so he can type. Jungkook cuddles up to Namjoon’s arm and your game continues. Namjoon’s mind is much more creative than yours and Jungkook’s had been. He enters things you would’ve never thought of pulling up bizarre appliances and inventive contraptions, he also finds some rather concerning yet arousing intimate apparatus that has you blushing and hiding your face, even though the thought is intriguing. Apparently, Jungkook feels the same way as you hear a whine involuntarily escape his throat.

You are interrupted from going any further as the door slams open and Jimin and Yoongi walk through. You haven’t realised how late it had gotten. 

The pair join you in your little game until Jin comes home. You had wanted to wait for Taehyung before you ate dinner, but he rang and told you he wouldn’t be able to leave his family estate until very late today. So you all eat without him, leaving a plate of leftovers in the fridge with a note for him.

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Taehyung pov

Returning had become a tedious exercise long before Taehyung had met the pack, now it was practically unbearable. Unfortunately, as the tax year came to a close, his parents' businesses required more attention, and by extension more appearances of their eldest son.

They had been disappointed with him for a while now. A series of tawdry flings and a couple of minor arrests in his late teens had really made them lose faith in him. No one could blame him for the way he acted, there was always just so much… pressure. And having skipped out the night before in favour of watching you and Jungkook had done nothing to enamour him to them right now.

“You waste so much of your potential Taehyung,” His father sighs dejectedly.

“You knew last night was important, why weren’t you here?” His mother implores

Taehyung doesn’t know how to answer exactly… He hasn’t exactly mentioned the pack to his family. They wouldn’t approve of him partnering with someone they deemed to be in a lower economic class. He explained his absence from the family home with a selection of trips, flings, and slumber parties to try and offset the amount of time he was spending away. He was sure they had their suspicions, after all, he always returned reeking of specific scents. The knowing glances his sister kept shooting him confirmed that he wasn’t being as subtle as he had hoped.

He had rather hoped to find a time to introduce them to just Jin to start with, sure they would accept a doctor as his partner. Although it kills him to think they may never meet you or Jimin or anyone else, not as his mates anyway. He can’t risk losing his trust fund by pissing his family off too much though, he needed it to support all of you.

“Ah Eomma, I told you, I was at a friend's and had car trouble. I promise it won’t happen again,” he replied. 

“It better not young man, you know this is an important time for our company. You need to be seen at all events.” His father said sternly.

They sit through an incredibly awkward family meal of food that is far too fancy and nowhere near filling as Taehyung’s father explains each of their roles in the coming weeks. As per usual, Taehyung is to be seen and not heard. It is all pretty standard, His family have given them the same role since it became clear he was probably not going to be the head of the entire business (They only gave him the visa business as it was their least lucrative asset)

However, at the usual end of his father’s speech, he pauses and looks at Taehyung directly.

“You’re not going to like this part Taehyung-ah, but it’s time,”

“Time for what?” Taehyung asked, suspicion peaked.

His parents look at each other, a silent conversation passing between them until his mother nods.

“Time for you to marry,” His mother continues

Taehyung sits there with his mouth agape like a goldfish. His siblings shuffle uncomfortably on either side but he can’t work out if it’s a sign of surprise or guilt.

“We have spoken with the Hirely family and we believe their second daughter would be an advantageous match for you.

The Hirely’s are a family that owns a lot of businesses in similar facets to the Kim’s.

“That’s absurd. You cannot expect me in this day and age to agree to this!” Taehyung shouts.

He slams his hands on the table as he stands in indignation.

“Sit back down Taehyung!” His father shouts. “Their second daughter is a perfectly acceptable young woman and it is time for you to stop with this behaviour of yours. If you do not accept, we will be forced to exclude you from the business,”

“Look, Taehyung, we didn’t want to do this, but you’ve left us with no choice. Your reputation reflects poorly on our family dear. We really do believe this is for the best,” His mother has the gall to look guilty about the situation.

The room is silent. Taehyung grips the edge of the table until his knuckles turn white. He is left with very few choices. He can go through with the engagement, he can come clean and become immediately disowned, he could accept the engagement and hope to convince her to call it off, or he can bargain. He makes his excuses and leaves the house trying to think of his exit strategy. 

The obvious choice is to turn them down flat, but then he wouldn’t be able to help provide for the new lifestyle you had all been getting so excited over. Then introducing his family to just Jin would be potentially messy, the entire pack would need to know the situation and he would have to expose how… old fashioned his family were. Going ahead with it to try and get her to call it off was even riskier, he had no idea what was at stake for his supposed bride.

By the time he returns to Jin’s flat everyone is asleep, he tiptoes passed the three of you in the living room and into the kitchen for a drink but when he opens the fridge, he finds the leftovers with Jimin’s note attached.

Taehyung-ie we missed you Yeobo, eat well and sleep well, Love.

He smiles and kisses the note before slipping it into his pocket and scarfing down the leftovers. He sits at the breakfast bar and watches you, Jimin, and Jungkook as you sleep. He watches as you and Jungkook cocoon Jimin in between you, nuzzling into his scent markers and making him whimper a little in his dreams. He knows right then that giving in to his parents is not an option.

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The next few days continue similarly for you and Jungkook. You grow bored of looking for new furniture that you can’t have yet and move on to paint swatches. But there is only so much you can do without a wall to paint.

Next, the pair of you try baking, but it only takes Jin seeing the state of his kitchen after an all-night shift to put a stop to that (Jungkook had never used a blender that was able to start without its lid before, how was he supposed to know it would spray that high…

You suggest gaming but Jungkook had only bought his switch without the tv dock so you have to pass the console back and forth.

You had never realised how tiring it was to think of things to fill your day. Even at your parent's home you had managed to find things to do like study or clean or read. But Jin’s place was spotless (save the batter on the ceiling) and his books were largely medical journals that were far too wordy.

You contemplate asking Tae if you can go back to work for a few days a week, but he always comes home so late and seems so busy at the moment that you never get the chance.

Eventually, you and Jungkook settle into a routine of TV and napping, and maybe a little fooling around in the process. The others all shake their heads as they walk in after work and see the two of you curled up together yet again.

Before you know it the week rolls around again and it’s time for Jungkook’s second therapy session. 

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Jungkook still attaches himself to you with a vicelike grip as you walk into the doctor’s office. This time dr Treiver is already waiting for the two of you, large grin in place as he says his hellos.

Jungkook manages to squeak an introduction this time and you find yourself exceedingly proud of him. He doesn’t manage too much more, although he occasionally nods to the doctor’s questions. Dr Treiver writes some notes on an iPad about the limited motions Jungkook provides.

“I’m glad you’re feeling more open this time Jungkook, I know this isn’t easy for you. I hope we can build a much more successful relationship over time. For now, though would it make you feel better if I also asked Y/N some questions,”

The rabbit looks at you uncertainly but you nod and put him at ease. If it will help him, you don’t mind. 

The doctor doesn’t really ask you anything of interest, he mostly just asks for surface-level information, things similar to what he spoke about the week before. You tell him a little about your parents and your husband, nothing you haven’t told the pack before. Then you tell him a little about your life now. It makes you blush talking about how happy you’ve been. Jungkook smiles wide and his grip relaxes as he listens to you.

Once again the session comes to an end without Jungkook having said a word. He is however sitting independently now, having shuffled away a tiny bit so he could look at you better while you spoke. You noticed that the doctor wasn’t paying particular attention to you anyway, he had been watching Jungkook’s body language the entire time.

You take him to the drive-through for ice cream after this session. He is far less wound up than the last time. 

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He finally talks to the doctor in the fourth session. He stammers, he stutters, he fumbles his words. But he talks.

Not about anything in particular, he avoids a lot of questions and mostly focuses on other people. He talks about Namjoon’s new book, Yoongi and Hoseok’s song, Jin being too tired. It sounds like a whole lot of nothing to you, but Dr. Treiver leans in like it’s the most fascinating information in the world. And for all you know about psychology, it might’ve been.

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Eight weeks after work began, you are informed that the building work on the outside annexe you had requested has been completed. It’ll be another six or so months until the main house is completed, but Jin’s lease was coming to an end and he hadn’t wanted to renew it for a full year if it wasn’t going to be necessary, hence the addition of what is essentially a granny flat in the yard.

You and Jungkook head out to see it after everyone heads to work. You’ve set up for two large beds and some sofas to be delivered ready for you all to use. Taehyung and Namjoon promised to meet you there later to help move things around. But for now, it was just you, Jungkook, and an empty building waiting to be painted. 

The granny flat had four rooms: a bathroom, two bedrooms, and open space for a living room with a small kitchen. You had asked for the living room and bathroom to be fully decorated and ready but Jimin had thought it would be more fun if you could put your own spins on the bedrooms and personal spaces. Taehyung and Jin had moaned a little about the manual labour, but Jungkook had puppy dog eyes that no one could refuse so he and Jimin got their ways.

You cart in a selection of paint can swatches and set about pasting them all onto the walls. You start in the first bedroom. Jungkook picks ten colours for himself leaving you with ten more and you both get to work. He starts on the wall facing the window and you start on one with less direct lighting and then you switch.

You stand back and swipe hair out of your face, after finishing 20 foot-by-foot squares.

“I think we might have gotten too many options…” You point out.

Jungkook stands back to admire his work as well.

“I’m not sure we have enough…” Jungkook counters.

“You don’t like any of them?”

“I like all of them, but I’m not sure any of them are right for us,” he shrugs.

“Well this is only our spare rooms, they don’t have to be perfect,” you reason

He whines dejectedly in response and you hold your hands up in surrender.

“How about a combination of these?” You point at your favourite of the cream options and a blue. “Looks kinda like the sky, we could do something with that,”

“Maybe we should have someone paint a mural?” Jungkook suggests.

“Or you could paint one for us,” You say.

Jungkook had a few paintings and supplies he had been working on through the week that had caught your eye, he really came with many surprise talents. 

He contemplates the idea for a moment, then his hand flicks up as if mimicking a brush. The only problem is, he is still holding a brush, one loaded with paint. 

Paint that is now splattered across your t-shirt... You look at him with mock indignation. He begins to apologise, but before he gets the chance you pick up your brush straight from the tin and splatter blue all down Jungkook’s jeans. 

“Hey, mine was an accident!” He pouts

“Mine too,” you shrug teasingly.

He growls, although the sound is rather unthreatening, and closes the gap between you, hugging you close and printing his paint splatter onto you in the process. 

You think that might be the end of it until you feel the brush bristles against the fabric on your bum. Jungkook giggles as he draws a pattern, keeping you restrained with one hand. 

He lets you go when he is finished and you turn to see the reflection in the window. There is a little bunny emblazoned on the left cheeks of your jeans.

That begins an all-out war. Paint gets poured over heads, and handprints can be found in suspicious places by the time you surrender.

“We should shower,” he says, looking down at himself

“We don’t have any towels,” you point out.

“I don’t mind watching you air dry…”

“Why do I feel like that would lead to something where we might have to shower a second time!”

“I mean we could just do that in the first shower… two birds one stone,” he winks.

“We also don’t have spare clothes,” you reason

“I’ll text Namjoon-ie to bring us some,” he counters.

You can see the horny glint in his eye and know you’re fighting a losing battle, it would be best just to do as he wants. And so you do. He tells Namjoon you need new clothes, and the older man doesn’t even think to ask why, he just lets you know he will be around 45 minutes, an amount of time Jungkook deems as perfect as he takes your hand and escorts you to the new bathroom so you can ‘christen’ the shower together. 

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1️⃣ Hold My Heart {E, 14k}

“Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought.

“Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”

The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?”

Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze.

Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.

Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight.

(Co-written with @a-writerwrites)

2️⃣ Feels Like Coming Home {E, 60k}

The last thing Harry Styles expects when he's hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that's exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn't heard one word from Louis, and he's moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he's a chef, isn't easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he'd left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.

This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

3️⃣ On the Go {T, 2k}

From this post because I could not resist.

4️⃣ It's a Better Place (Since You Came Along) {E, 51k}

When Harry Styles, a mid-level talent, Finder, and small business owner, sets off on the vacation of a lifetime with his best friend, Niall Horan, he has no idea the changes his life will undergo over the next nine days. He's got it all planned - there's going to be shore excursions, lounging by the pool on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, not to mention margaritas. What he does not plan for are the new friends, new bonds, or the mystery from his past that comes back to haunt him, and he certainly hasn't planned for Louis.

5️⃣ For Better and For Worse {M, 12k}

Harry and Louis have been together for 5 years and they've been getting questions when they would be getting married and start a family. Bur Harry doesn't have the time. They were arguing one morning when Harry had enough and left for work. He's a doctor and works at the a&e there is a call that there has been a bad car crash and that there is more than one patient coming in. Harry does his job good and works on the first patient and everything goes great until his next patient is Louis.

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 Unveiled {M, 65k}

The train grinds to a halt and Harry leans forward in his eagerness to take it all in. It’s a gorgeous Spring day, the sky the same intense blue that he knows from home, which comforts him. There’s much here that looks almost familiar, but then so much that is new and strange to his eyes. The bustling station platform and winding streets beyond paved in cobblestones look much like home. There are vehicles ranging from small to very large, some with strange and unusual shapes of which he can only guess the purpose. But most surprising are the people. There is a crowd gathered, filled with men and women, some in what looks to be a military uniform, some in what must be the street clothes in this Land.

There are no robes. And not a single one of them is veiled.

[doctorcanon]

I cant sleep so modern!linked universe hc time.

- Rusl buys Twilight a dna/ancestry thing for his 20th birthday.

- having been adopted into the Ordon family since the age of 15, the gift doesn't go over well at first.

-However after some deep conversations, Rusl explains that he promised Twilight birth parents that he'd do this if anything happened to them.

- Still Twilight procrastinates and after some cajoling from midna, finally does it a year later for his 21st birthday.

- at his party, a small family dinner at the Ordon home with Zelda, Illia and Midna in attendance, he lays the envelope on the table and says "before I open this, I want you all to know that what ever I find in here that you are all my family and I love you all."

- the first thing in the envelope is his genetic information, some basic stuff he already knows, some stuff he doesn't and somethings Zelda remarks he should see a doctor about. Apparently he's actually 65% Karariko as Renado predicted.

- the second thing is copies of his mother and father's Service Papers. Both served in the military; one as a murse and other as an officer. Both died of burns and smoke inhalation after rescuing several of their fellow tenants when the apartment above theirs caught fire.

- the third thing is a list of public records. His father was originally from Hateno and an only child save for a half brother who died a few years later. His mother, from kakariko, had two much younger siblings. Sheik and Link.

- while there are some records of a custody battle Shiek and Link were separated in the system after the death of their mother. There is an obituary written by Twilights mother with a picture of her and her three children. There's no further information about Link or Sheik.

- Until one last little page slips out, A wedding announcement from 10 years ago. Announcing the joyful union of Malon Lon and Link Kokiri. He's seen this before.

- in fact, Twilight sees this exact newspaper clipping framed in his old boss's office. He visits at least twice a month. He even jokes with him the it was the only proof the guy could actually smile.

- The Lon Lon Family owns their aptly named Lon Lon ranch but he reports to Malon's husband directly when it came to the horses. Especially Epona. He just saw the man last week, for crying out loud!

- He has an uncle. And he's already known the man for 5 years now. They thought it was just a funny coincidence that they had the same name.

- Illia says its fate. Zelda assures him that this can't be an accident. Midna presses his cell phone into his hands. Rusl tells him that its his decision and that they'll respect whatever that may be.

- He calls first, of course. He only works at the ranch on weekends these days anyway. It would be weird to just show up to his shift and just go "hey, do you know im your nephew?"

- he asks if Mr Kokiri would like to talk some time under the guise of needing some advice. Under all the grump and sarcasm, Kokiri really is a saint and easily says yes, asking if Twilight is okay since he sounds stressed.

- the next day, Twilight stumbles into his boss's office with all the papers in his hands.

- "if you need advice about school, you've come to the wrong place, kid."

"No...uh sir this ain't about school. Yet. But uh...do you recognize this picture?"

- he sets down the obituary with its photo of his mother, grandmother, Sheik and Link somewhere in Karariko. Kokiri studies it but otherwise seems clueless. "No, sorry, I dont."

- "Well according to these papers," Twilight sets them on the desk and spreads them out so he can see. "This is my mom. And this is you. Her brother. I think...I think you're my uncle."

[dairy-farmer]

Please consider: Split personality Jason where Jason sees Tim as a little brother, but the Lazarus Pit is infatuated with him.

Jason tries to do the whole Attack on Titan Tower thing, but the second he leaves eyes on Tim with pit madness, the Pit falls in love. Maybe the Pit absorbs some of the memories / personality of the people that are dipped in it, and has absorbed some of Ra's creepy obsession towards Tim. Or maybe it just sees how beautiful and brave and strong he is. The Pit wants to be near him, touch him, hold him kiss him fuck him. And while Jason may not want to kill him anymore, he definitely doesn't seem Tim the same way.

Personally I would love it in this situation if the Pit gently dub-cons or non-cons Tim, possibly without Jason knowing, and Tim can't say anything because he doesn't want to break up the family or scare Jason away from the batfam.

!!!!!!! so there's this horror movie from the last decade which is about possession and there was this really amazing scene- i honestly don't remember the rest of the movie or even thinking it was that good but this scene sticks out in my head and it's where the character that is possessed is a young girl and a bunch of stuff happens so she's sent for an MRI. during the procedure her mother and sister are in the adjoining room with the doctors who are running the machine and slowly, bit by bit, the scan is coming in with each picture presenting a more composite scan of the body. and the sister is watching as it happens and she can see in the scan, the face and body of an entire person curled up in her sister's abdominal cavity. that scene!!! was so chilling!!! it stuck in my brain even years later!!!!! i love the idea of rather than jason having a split personality, he is sort of kind of possessed by the pit because the thing is- jason was dead. he crawled out of his grave for some reason and it was the pit that fixed up all the loose ends that gave him back his mind and i think it would make sense that the pits were powered by a supernatural quality.

maybe in repairing jason's mind the pit inserted some of itself into him and maybe the pit has incorporated parts of the other people who have used it over the centuries!!! and a lot of those people? not very nice, good people.

a lot of those people were violent, entitled, and selfish. like the prince who killed sora, ra's wife, after ra's healed him using the pit. the pit has too much muck and tar even good, honest people who are dipped can't reverse the effects and come out...worse.

the pit has been tainted for a long time. long before humans ever touched it, furiously hungry predators would chase terrified prey down into caves and they'd fall in, tainting the waters with the hunger to devour at any cost.

when jason sees tim he feels hatred and envy and anger. and if that had been all he'd felt that's all the pit would have acted on.

but...there was something else in jason's gut when he saw tim for the first time. an odd twinge and swirl in him, a feeling that was drowned out by everything else but was there nonethless. attraction. tim was an attractive person and jason's body had felt that and the pit that had made its home in the water of his brain picked up on it too and that hunger...that desire...came back.

jason does not know what happens. and his attraction never goes away. its only when that pulse of heat in him flares up that the pit seeks out tim and forces him to ease that desire.

jason never thinks to tell tim. to confess. because of the tower and because he knows tim would never reciprocate. but the attraction never dies down and every time the pit indulges it fans their flames.

and tim. never tells. he doesn't want the shame, the humiliation, does not want to be the reason why jason is ostracized because jason is rejoining the family. slowly. he and dick laugh together, he and bruce are on the mend.

tim does not want to be the reason that is disrupted he does not want to find out...if bruce and the family would choose him. if they would even entertain the possibility of their jason doing something...something like that.

so tim...keeps his mouth shut. and he tries hard to maintain his distance no matter the frowns or concerned furrowed looks shot his way. they will never tell him to forgive jason or try to get them to be anything but civil. but tim will see their judgement and disappointment either way.

tim does his best to find work outside gotham, he finds exuses to go to the titans. even though the tower has been, proven unsafe.

sometimes tim will spend nights in kon's room. kon is confused but accepting and holds tim so that tim can catch, at least, a few hours of sleep.

it helps.

sometimes. but kon can't always be there and tim gets tired of staying up an vigilant. he needs to sleep sometime. and jason...jason is always there waiting for him to.

[waterfire1848]

You can do an sokkla au where they, in their senior year of college, had a friends-with-benefits thing, and when they finish their senior year, one day later, Sokka suddenly traveled to another country.

Weeks later, Azula discovered she's pregnant (and she only tells the whole truth to Mei and Ty Lee).

Even with her father's protests against it, Azula didn’t want to give up the baby, even though this changed Ozai's view of her and her assuming his position. (Azula mob's queen? Yes!)

Seven years later, Sokka comes back as a federal investigator, and discovers that Azula has a two little daughters named Omoko "Momo" and Onoki "Nono".

(They're identical to Azula, but have Sokka's eyes. Omoko likes ice skating and taekwondo, and Onoki likes swimming and juitsu. They like to go everywhere with Azula. They prefer auntie Mei over uncle Zuko.)

Hello, anon!!! (I did see your additional ask by the way about the pet lemur!)

Sokka and Azula meet up in class in the start of their junior year of college. From there, they become pretty close friends and grow closer and closer which each passing year. When they become seniors, they start hanging out in one another's dorm rooms and eventually become friends with benefits. They do have some feelings for one another (something that seems to be clear to everyone but them) but don't really act on it because they don't know if the other person sees them that way. For Azula, she just thinks that Sokka sees her a fun partner and someone to debate with from time to time but nothing serious (plus some self esteem issues---because she's so sure everyone around her is terrified since her father is a mob boss---that she tries very hard not to think about). Meanwhile, Sokka thinks that Azula would downright laugh in his face if he said he liked her. This keeps them from advancing to anything more than just friends with benefits. Sokka, for most of his college life, has been working on a project overseas and, after graduating, the company says they want him to come over. (Sokka: Hey. Azula: Hey. Sokka: You doing okay? Azula: Yeah. I've just been having the weirdest cravings. Anyway, you wanted to talk? Sokka: Yes. I...ummm...I got offered a job in another country and I'll be gone for a really long time. It...I don't know if I should ask you about this but since we're....I don't know what we are, but it just felt right to ask you. Azula: Oh, well, I-I can't exactly change you mind or anything, so...I guess you're leaving and we're ending whatever this is? Sokka: I-I think so.). It kills their friends that that's how they left it. It ended so abruptly and it was clear to everyone that the two didn't want to end things but felt forced to. Sokka leaves a week later and, about four or so weeks later, Azula goes into the doctor because she hasn't been feeling well: she's pregnant.

Azula doesn't feel comfortable telling anyone about her pregnancy, especially since she knows everyone would tell Sokka and then he'd abandon his job and come home. She doesn't want to take his future away from him, so she stays quiet. She only tells Mai and Ty Lee at the start and moves into the city so the others can't see her pregnancy. Mai and Ty Lee worry about Azula being pregnant and her connection to the baby, but, in private, Azula really does love that she'll be a mom. She wants to be a good mom and she's beyond happy that her children have such an amazing dad, even if they'll never get to meet him. Speaking of fathers, her own is not happy about this. Ozai threatens to cut her out of the family all together but Azula refuses to get rid of her child. Ozai grows angry and tries to force her to get rid of the child which causes a fight between the two. The fight quickly escalates to the point that Azula kills her father because he was coming at her with so much anger and threatening her children. Azula becomes the leader of her family's mob family. A couple months later, she gives birth to two beautiful baby girls. (Mai: What are their names? Azula: This is Omoko and Onoki. Ty Lee: They're beautiful. They have Sokka's eyes. Azula: They do. Zuko: You really don't want to tell him? Nothing? Azula: I'm not ruining his job. I can raise the girls on my own. Zuko: They deserve to know their father. Azula: If Sokka returns then I will tell them who their father is, but, for now, all they'll know is their mother and aunts and uncle. That's enough. Mai: Zuko. Leave her be. Zuko: I'm never going to think that Sokka shouldn't know. These are his daughters. But I'll respect your wish, Zula, and I won't say a word. Azula: Thank you.).

Time passes, seven years actually, and Sokka returns. He comes back as a federal investigator and starts up a career back in his home city. Of course, he reunites with his family and friends but he also really wants to know what Azula’s been up to even more so when he learns that no one has learned from her in 7 years. Thankfully, Sokka is literally an investigator and knows how to find people. He tracks her down in the city in a pretty nice apartment. (Sokka: Hey, Azula. Azula: Sokka? You’re here? Sokka: I came back a few days ago and I really wanted to see you again. Azula: Oh, ummmm. I- Onoki: Mommy! Mom- *Hides behind her mother* who’s that? Sokka: Hey. My name’s Sokka. I’m a friend of your mom’s. Onoki: Hello. Azula: Sweetie, why don’t you go play with your sister. Onoki: Okay, mommy. Sokka: You have kids. Azula: I do. Sokka: Your husband at work for the day? Azula: I don’t have a husband. Their father is-was away. Sokka: Away? Azula: I think we need to talk.) Azula does finally reveal to Sokka that the girls are his and, rightfully, Sokka’s mad at Azula for keeping his girls from him. That being said, they work out an arrangement where Sokka can come and take care of them to make up for some of the time he wasn’t around.

Sokka falls in love with Onoki and Omoko. The seven year old girls that look at him with his own eyes quickly become his favorite people in the world. He takes them to their events, his work, and out for special treats from time to time. He’s also at the house a lot so he meets their pet lemur. He hasn’t forgiven Azula so his relationship with her is icy but he does respect her wishes for them to wait and find a good way to tell the girls he’s their father. Both girls love spending time with him but it also hurts him deeply that they call him uncle Sokka and when they say they want to go home. Then, one day, Azula texts Sokka that there was an incident with the family business. (Sokka: Azula, what is going on? Azula: Just keep the girls with you. You can tell them who you are, what I did, everything. Just keep them safe. Please! Sokka: I swear I will but what is going on?!? Azula: *This user’s phone has been turned off*). Sokka takes the girls as far away as he can, hiding them in his uncle’s house in another state while he figures out what’s going on with Azula. (Omoko: What’s going on? Onoki: I want mama! Sokka: I know. I’m going to get your mama right now. She was just….getting you a present and needs more time to get it. Omoko: Fine. Onoki: Okay. Sokka: Good. Stay here and be good for grand-uncle Bato. I’ll be back).

Again, Sokka is a federal investigator and he’s pretty good at his job. He returns to his work and finds out that Azula is most likely in trouble with another gang (since he knows she would never leave the girls on her own free will). He gathers as much data and people as he can then heads over to Azula’s hideout (which she gave him in case of any emergencies). That’s where they find a couple men who are able to tell them where Azula was most likely taken. Sokka is able to make a deal with his boss that, in exchange for Azula going free, he can catch him another crime boss that they’ve been having trouble getting: Long Feng. His boss agrees and that night they storm the place where Azula is supposed to be. Everyone else goes after Long Feng and his men but Sokka starts looking for Azula. (Sokka: Azula! Azula! Azula: Mmmm! Sokka: *Finds Azula chained up a gag in one of the closets* Sokka: Azula! Are you okay?!? Azula: I-I’m okay. I’m okay. Sokka: You look bad. Azula: Yeah. Long Feng wasn’t exactly kind to a long time rival. I’ll be okay. Where are the girls? Sokka: Safe. Right now, you just need to worry about yourself. Azula: Okay. I…thank you for coming for me, Sokka. I admit that I didn’t know if you would. Sokka: I was mad, Azula, but certainly not enough to let you die. Azula: It was wrong to keep your daughter from you. I- *Sokka’s kisses her and she kisses him back* It’s been too long since we did that. Sokka: I agree.) Azula finally tells her daughter’s who Sokka is, the two get back together (with Azula retaking control of her organization) and, a couple weeks later, Azula announces another pregnancy. (Sokka: Are you serious? Azula: Yup. There’s gonna be a baby! We’re having another baby! Sokka: *Faints* Azula: Can’t say I didn’t see that coming.)

[elisysd]

Ho Hey - The Lumineers

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

I belong with you, you belong with me You're my sweetheart

Weeks went by and Lyanna could see Charles making fast progress. It wasn't long before he was fully able to move again, and even the doctors were impressed by his recovery. Towards the end of November, as she was cutting up a butternut squash to make soup, a half-smiling Charles burst into the kitchen, coming back from his last weekly medical appointment.

“Lyanna… baby, guess what?”

“I don’t know but it must be good since you are smiling like that.”

He took the keys to his Pista out of his pocket and waved them in front of his girlfriend.

“The doctor told me that I could drive again!”

In surprise, Lyanna almost cut herself. She put the knife to the side and looked up at Charles with wide, joy-filled eyes.

“That’s amazing news, Charles! I’m so happy for you!” she said as she almost jumped on him.

“Careful, I still have to take things easy.”

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just that I know how much you missed driving. Did he tell you anything about racing in F1?”

“He said that it’s something that I must see with our medical team at Ferrari but to him, it should not be a problem. I’m going to finally be able to work on my simulator. It was collecting dust; I can’t wait to use it again. So this was the big news. On the way home I thought about something and I would like to have your honest opinion on it.”

“Shoot.”

“I was thinking that since I missed driving, I don’t have to be to the factory because technically winter break is about to beginning, you’ve been playing nurse with me for the past three weeks and you haven’t seen your family in a while… I was wondering if you wanted to visit them? It would be a nice and long road trip. Perfect for me to get back to driving in a really relaxing way.”

“Charles Leclerc, are you asking to meet my family?”

Charles shrugged and tried to pretend that it was just an idle idea and not something he'd been thinking about for days. He really wanted to meet Lyanna's family. It was one more step in their relationship but he was ready and he hoped Lyanna was too.

The young woman thought she detected a flicker of doubt in her boyfriend's eyes. She moved closer to him and put her arms around his neck before sealing her lips with his. Charles grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto the counter. He pulled away from her and rested his forehead against hers, playing with the knots of the apron the actress was wearing.

“I have to call my mom to see when she would like us to come.”

“So it’s a yes?”

She nodded as she put her hand against Charles's cheek and kissed him again. Now she had to find a way to tell her mother that she was coming to visit and that Charles would be with her.

A few days later, the couple were ready for the trip. Charles was trying to wedge their bags as best he could into the trunk of his Pista, while Lyanna was on the phone to her mother.

“I’m telling you mom, if it’s too much for you, Charles and I can always go to the hotel.”

“No, darling, it’s fine. I just want the house to be clean and perfect. I still have to go grocery shopping. Is he allergic to anything? Does he have to follow a special diet?”

Lyanna rolled her eyes. She knew that coming with Charles would be stressful for her mom. She always had a hard time mingling with people that had a superior lifestyle to her own, being ashamed of being a single mother from the working class. Her mom was not a jealous person, she had just developed a strong inferiority complex. So meeting Charles who was a millionaire was a tough experience for her mom. She was scared he would judge her, something that Lyanna found really stupid. But she was her mom and she could not change her.

“All good. We are ready to go, love!” exclaimed Charles as he closed the trunk.

“I have to go mom, see you tonight.”

“Be careful on the road, okay. Remind Charles that the motorway is not a F1 track.”

“Don’t worry mom, I’m safe with him. The only thing you should be scared of is his capacity to not park right.”

Lyanna had deliberately said the words a little louder as Charles walked past her. He shook his head and stuck his tongue out at Lyanna, who responded by doing the same. She finally hung up before getting into the car and fastening her seatbelt. She looked at Charles, who looked like a child on Christmas Eve. He was happy to be behind the wheel at last. A painkiller for Charles before setting off, and they were on their way. To get to Lyanna's family, they had to travel for almost seven hours. Lyanna had therefore prepared a long playlist of her and Charles's favourite music, as well as snacks, although they had planned to stop off at a restaurant to eat along the way.

The journey was punctuated by laughter and singing off keys to their favourite songs. Even if the grey and cold November weather was not ideal for driving, the young couple managed to make the trip a moment of complicity. They ended up stopping several hours later at a restaurant on the border between Switzerland and France. From what Lyanna could see, it looked like a farmhouse inn. She glanced at Charles, trying to find out implicitly whether he was tempted by the restaurant or would prefer to stop elsewhere.

Charles parked the Pista and they headed for the entrance. It was a warm, friendly place with panelled walls et checkered patterns on the chairs. The waitress took them to a small table with a magnificent view of a lake. It must have been a beautiful place in midsummer, with the sun shining, Lyanna thought to herself. They were served quickly, the restaurant having very few customers, and out of the corner of her eye Lyanna noticed a little blonde girl who couldn't have been more than four years old, watching Charles attentively with big blue eyes.

“I think you have a fan…” whispered Lyanna to Charles.

He questioned her, and Lyanna beckoned him to look to her right. The little girl saw that Charles had noticed her and hid in the arms of her father, who was too busy chatting to what Lyanna assumed was his wife to notice his daughter's little antics.

Charles smiled broadly and waved at the child, who tugged at his father's sleeve to get his attention. He leaned over to his daughter and whispered a few words in her ear. He then looked away to concentrate on Charles. Then he gave the child a gentle push in the direction of the pilot. The little girl approached shyly, twisting her fine hair around her fingers.

“Hello, little one.” Said Charles as he stood up and immediately crouched to the kid’s height.

“Hello, mister. I like your hair. They are pretty.”

“Thank you?” chuckled Charles not expecting it. “And I like your dress. What is your name, beautiful?”

“Lizzy. And you?”

“I’m Charles, and this is Lya.”

Lyanna waved at the little girl.

“Is she your wife?” asked Lizzy.

Charles was taken aback by the question and stuttered, at a loss for an answer. As for Lyanna, she could feel the blood rushing to her face and burning her cheeks.

“Uh, well… no. She is just my girlfriend. But maybe one day, she will be my wife. I don’t know.”

“She is pretty.” Complimented Lizzy while looking at Lyanna.

“That, she is. And what are you doing here, Lizzy?”

“I’m bored. My daddy and my mummy are ignoring me. I’m feeling lonely. Do you want to play with me? I have a colouring book but I can't colour without crossing the lines.”

Charles looked at Lyanna to see if she minded. She indicated that it was okay with her and Charles nodded in Lizzy's direction as she hurried off to get her pencils and colouring book.

“I think someone has a little crush.” Teased Lyanna as Charles shrugged.

Lizzy came back quickly and put her things on the table, then came and sat on Charles's lap. Lyanna watched them in silence as Charles gave Lizzy instructions and advice as best he could, making her laugh as he bounced her on his knee.

Deeply moved by the scene, Lyanna discreetly took out her phone and snapped a few photos, which she sent to Pascale. The young woman began to think that Charles really was very good with children and would probably make a good father one day. The thought gave her a warm feeling in her lower belly.

“I’m sorry about Elisabeth. She has the habit to annoy people.” Lizzie’s father came to them with his wife behind him.

“She did not annoy us at all!” defended Charles “You have a really sweet daughter.”

“Oh thank you. And you guys make a beautiful couple.” Added the mother.

They said a quick goodbye and Lizzie put her little arms around Charles to give him a hug before kissing Lyanna's cheek and following her parents.

“Well, that was cute.” Lyanna said as they were leaving soon after the restaurant and as they set off again.

“Definitely. I know it’s early in the relationship to have this kind of discussion but, do you want kids? Because I want some…” asked her Charles which took Lyanna by surprise. She had never really thought about it.

“Um, I don’t know… I mean. I love kids but do I want some? I…guess? At some point? Not tomorrow that’s for sure but in a few years, maybe.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m not saying that I want to be a dad tomorrow. I would like to win a championship before.”

“How many would you like?” asked Lyanna. She liked to see his face lighting up when he talked about having a family.

“Three! It’s the perfect number. Ideally, two boys and a girl. That would be the ultimate goal.”

“I think two for me is enough… I don’t know how I could manage three. And you do know that you can’t chose the gender, right?”

“I know, it’s just… in a perfect world, I have a world champion title with Ferrari, three amazing kids, an amazing wife and a house with a big garden in the heights of Monaco. What does your perfect world look like?”

Lyanna looked out of the window; she had never given it much serious thought. She lived from day to day without trying to project herself. She closed her eyes for a moment and let her mind wander.

“A house, not too big and not too small. A cozy atmosphere. I would love a big fireplace for when it’s cold during winter. And… you. I’m going to sound cheesy as fuck, but honestly my definition of perfect world is wherever you are.

Charles looked at her with a smile and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. He then intertwined his fingers with hers and spent the rest of the journey like this.

It was late when they arrived outside Lyanna's mother's house. The neighbourhood was quiet and Charles was able to park his Pista out of sight. He was the first to get out of the car and hurried to open Lyanna's door as she tried to delay seeing her mother as long as possible. She loved her mother more than anything and wanted the visit to go as smoothly as possible. She didn't know what she would do if her mother didn't like Charles.

Just then, a figure emerged from the house and came towards them. The first thing Charles noticed was how Lyanna was the spitting image of his mother. The second was the way she looked at him as she took her daughter in her arms. With one look, she'd made it clear that she had her eye on him and that he didn't have her wrapped around his little finger.

Well, Charles thought, it was time for him to bring his A game.

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author's note: A pure fluffy chapter to celebrate Charles P2 woop woop! As usual I can't wait to read your thoughts about the chapter and theories about what's going to happen between Charles and Lya's mother 👀

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[saucyjothoughts]

Ship-question boo once again - I may be big Jance shipper, but I dream of Nace breeding me, fucking me senseless even when I’m pregnant with his child, worshipping me and when everything calms down - holding my belly, kissing it and talking to our little miracle in my uterus.

Nace helping you make the band's first real Baby Boo? He'd be perfect for this!

(nsfw under the cut)

Maybe admitting that you're 'trying to have a baby' is too scary of a concept this early but you both think you're ready to stop trying not to have a baby. The first time he pushes inside you without a condom, however, something changes. The moment he's allowed to make love to you completely bare, able to feel all of you, nothing separating your bodies like it was meant to be, something primal takes over him. Suddenly he wants to be in you all the time, everywhere; filling you up with come is all he can think about. You barely get a moment to yourself without him interrupting movie time to pull you down onto his lap, ignoring friends to sneak you into the bathrooms at the bar, or strip you down as soon as you're home from work.

So it's little surprise to either of you that in no time at all, he's gotten you pregnant. It's a mixed blessing. Your body is changing in weird ways and your mood swings are worse than ever and your life suddenly seems to revolve around doctor's appointments and unwanted advice from nosy family members. But also, there's Nace. Every day he's there, being proud of you and caring for you and helping you through your fears and frustrations, negotiating with your unhelpful boss and telling your mothers to back off. You know he'll make an incredible father for your little one and now that you're carrying around a little Nace in your belly everywhere you go, chatting to it in the bath and while you're cooking and out on errands, you know it's all worth it.

He even makes you feel sexy while you're huge and leaking and achy and irritable. You're already pregnant but that doesn't stop him from trying to get a second one in you as soon as possible. He'll be rubbing your feet or brushing your hair and will give you that look as though you've never been more irresistable to him than when you're growing his legacy inside you. The best times are when you're inexplicably horny yourself. You'll be minding your own business and your libido will jump out at you from nowhere, making you ravenous for his cock, soaking your underwear and taking over so you can't think of anything else but getting thoroughly dicked down.

He's sweating, drunk on your smell, grunting with each thrust, not even trying to be gentle. Positions are getting harder all the time but he finds a way to lift your legs and fill your puffy pregnant cunt with the fat cock that gave you that baby, fucking you hard like your body needs until you're screaming at the intimacy, the intrusion, your arousal all over your thighs, more pathetically needy than you've ever been. When he can reach, his mouth is sucking kisses onto your neck, marking you so everyone knows this is his baby growing in you, and palming at your heavy, tender breasts that make you feel like a dairy cow but make him look at you like you're a goddess. He needs them in his mouth, desperate to feel how full they are, how sweet. Since you've been pregnant, orgasms fall out of you like loose change, but he doesn't stop, fucking you through the waves of your release, again, more, until he's ready to fill your fertile pussy with thick, hot ropes of come, his to use and to worship, his and only his.

When it's over, he likes to keep his fingers inside you. Feeling how he's drenched your walls with his love, watching it drip from you, feeling you clench and squirm in your post-orgasmic state when he drags a thumb over your exhausted clit. Only when he's coming down from his pussy-drunk high does a different kind of bliss take him over. He's smoothing a big, rough hand over your bump, over the baby you're making together, kissing delicately at your stretched skin and cooing his affection at his child.

When it's ready to come out and meet you, everything will change. But until then, you might just stay in bed, just the three of you, for a long as possible.

[moremaybank]

so glad to see you’re back! we missed you so much!!! i hope you’re feeling better 💗💗💗💗

seeing you writing about jj’s dad vibes again makes me so happy! but what are your thoughts on him finding out his partner has infertility issues or can’t have kids 🥺 like how do you think he’d react?

— 💗 anon

hi babe!! idk if you've ever seen one tree hill but my mind immediately went to brooke when she was going through this :((( tw: infertility issues

for years, you and jj imagined what it would be like to officially start your lives together. all the cheesy dreams of getting married, getting a place together, having kids. you wanted nothing more but to fill your shared home with babies and laughter and happy memories. but somehow, everything seems to come crashing down when you find out you aren't able to have children. of course there are other ways to start a family, but the shock of having something you've dreamt of for so long being ripped out of your grasp shocks you. it's a lot to digest. not only that, but now you feel like you're going to stand in the way of your boyfriend's wishes as well. you feel as if you're the reason he won't be able to have everything he wants from life. the fear of being a burden is far too much to bear, and when you see jj, it's difficult not to break down. "hey, pretty girl— woah, hey. what's wrong, baby?" you struggle to even say the words, but through your tears they come tumbling out. "i can't have kids." you avoid his concerned gaze, not wanting to look him in the eye. "what?" he asks. "i went to the doctor today. i thought i was pregnant, but i...it turns out i can't have kids." jj's hand cups your cheek, his thumb swiping your tears away. "baby..." he breathes. "i'm sorry, j. i— i know how much you want to have a family and i can't be the one who holds you back from that. i can't." jj's heart breaks. not because he views you as a burden the way you fear he does, but because his girl is heartbroken and he swore he'd do everything in his power to prevent that for the rest of your lives together. "you have nothing to be sorry about, alright? it's okay," he assures, pressing his lips to your forehead. "it's not. it's not okay. it's not fair. i wanna have kids with you, j. i wanna give you the family you've always wanted and i can't," you sob. "baby, look at me," he pleads. you shake your head, failing to find the courage to look him in the eye. "look at me, pretty girl. please?" he begs. your eyes finally find his, though your vision is blurry through your welling tears. jj strokes your hair, and he looks at you so tenderly that your heart breaks even more. "one way another, we're going to start a family together. i don't care if we have to adopt, or— or foster, or find a...what's it called when someone carries a baby for you?" you stifle a small giggle, "a surrogate?" jj nods. "yeah. a surrogate. however we do it, i don't care. what matters is that i'm starting a family with you. as long as i have you, all my dreams have come true, alright? i promise, princess." you sniffle, "are you sure? because i can't handle being the reason you don't get to have—" jj cuts you off with a kiss, deep and slow, and bleeding with all the love he has for you in his heart. "i've never been more sure of anything. you're my family. end of discussion."

[alj4890]

Hey! For Tobias/Chris:

"ah, you've made the mistake in thinking that just because this is a couples/family costume that you get any kind of say in it. you don't, actually." From this list

AHHH! I tried so hard to get this done before the clock struck midnight on Halloween night. Sadly, it not only struck midnight, but also one a.m. and then two 🤦🏻‍♀️ We'll blame sickness, more doctor appointments scheduled on Halloween, and the fact I erased what I originally had and decided to go this route, LOL. I love this for them. Ideas immediately hit especially with Karen Gillian as Chris's FC. I think Halloween is a perfect time for Tobias and a few others to bring up the fact she looks eerily like her. This follows my original head cannon for these two and takes place time wise at the end of Chris's recovery after the attack in Book 2. It also takes care of something I realized I'd never written for them 😉 This one's for you @jerzwriter and not just because you requested it, but because you love and encourage this pairing.

Masterlist

Treat for Two

October 31st, Edenbrook, Chris's locker...

"Oh no." Chris sputtered. "No. No. No."

Instead of seeing her sweater and jeans neatly folded where she left them at the start of her shift, she instead saw a large white box graced with not only a bow but with an envelope with a very familiar handwriting.

"He wouldn't." She mumbled.

Bracing herself, she skipped the envelope and peeped into the box.

She slammed it shut. Eyes narrowing, she whipped out her phone and called the man who was responsible for this.

"Did you try it on yet?" Tobias said in lieu of greeting.

"I did not." Chris snapped. "I know I allowed you to order the costumes, but I thought you were going with my idea for us to go as something more romantic."

She peeped inside once more and rolled her eyes at what he'd chosen for her.

"Ah, you've made the mistake in thinking that just because this is a couple's costume that you get any kind of say in it." Tobias replied. "You don't, actually."

Chris struggled not to laugh. She knew Tobias claimed Halloween as his holiday. With being able to dole out both tricks and treats, she honestly could see that the day was made for him.

But this...

She was so going to be relentlessly teased the moment people saw her in it.

"Try it on." He insisted.

"I will at home." She decided.

"Oh no." She could practically hear his evil smirk appear as he spoke. "I'm waiting outside in the parking lot to take you directly to Dean's law office. The party starts in exactly thirty minutes."

Chris groaned while looking at the box.

"If I'm wearing this, then which character are you?" She demanded.

"The one able to sweep Karen Gillian off her feet." He replied.

"Your crush on her is getting out of hand." She grumbled. "I look nothing like her."

"Riiiight." Tobias drawled. "Only every person we meet does a double take in thinking you're her. With your Scottish accent on top of that, I'm surprised you don't get asked for autographs all the time."

"Is that why you asked me out?" Chris attempted to kill as much time as possible in the hopes that no one would be around when she finally stepped out in the costume he'd chosen for her. "Because I'm a red head from Scotland like Karen is?"

"I mean," he teased, "it didn't make me want you any less that you're a Scottish redhead who is a dead ringer for Karen Gillian."

Tobias couldn't help snickering when he heard her huff something about him being ridiculous and he was sure there was a hint of one of her unique insults added to it under her breath.

"Come on." He cajoled. "If you wear this tonight, I promise to give you a treat that no one could have seen coming."

"What do you mean?" Her curiosity rose some at that cryptic offer.

"Trust me. You're going to want to see what I have for you." He promised. "And hopefully you'll want to wear it."

"Oh Lord, Tobias. Is it another Karen Gillian costume thing?" She groaned while pulling out the current one he had for her. "I'm not dressing up as two of her characters, no matter how sexy you think she is."

"It's not another character." He chuckled. "Though, now that I think about it, you would look great as--"

"No!" Chris snapped. "This is the only one I will wear. One and done, doctor."

"Weird, I had the same thoughts about your treat. Great minds do think alike."

Chris held up the outfit and her eyes widened over the amount of skin she'd end up showing.

"You know? It's cold outside. Perhaps I could wear a coat. Since it's at home, I could just get dressed there--"

"Tick tock." Tobias reminded her.

Sighing, she told him she'd be right out.

"Stupid men and their stupid fantasies." She mumbled while pulling the leather halter top on. "Why can't he daydream like I do about the celebrities that are sexy?"

She softly groaned when the very short shorts went even higher than she expected. After donning the belt, fingerless gloves, and wrist bands; she settled on the bench to lace up the boots.

Her eyes fell on the envelope she'd yet to open.

Snatching it up, she pulled out a Halloween card in the shape of a coffin. Opening it, her lips couldn't help but curve over the two skeletons embracing. Inside Tobias had written, Forever my love, until the very end.

Well now she really had to walk out like Karen's Jumanji character.

"The man knows how to get his way a little too well." She said to her reflection while fluffing out her hair.

Making a pouty face, she shook her head.

"I don't see it." She added. "I look nothing like her!"

Giving herself one last doubtful look, she stepped out of the locker room.

Peeping around corners, Chris did her best to hurry down the halls unseen.

She received a few curious looks from a couple of nurses yet managed to avoid giving them a chance to register what she was supposed to be. Their looks, she argued to herself, probably were from the fact that she was dressed for summer when they'd had a major dip in temperatures recently.

Thinking she might be home free, she realized she'd left her purse in the diagnostics office.

"Mother--" she huffed and darted into an empty elevator.

"Please, please, please." She pleaded to the heavens that no one join her in the confined space where she would be forced to explain who she was supposed to be.

Sighing in relief when she made it to the eighth floor without company, she nearly sprinted down the hall to what was supposed to be an empty office.

Skidding to a halt halfway inside, her eyes widened to see the two people she'd hoped above all to avoid.

Ethan and Bryce looked up from their discussion over a shared patient. Their greeting died while jaws dropped at the sight of her.

Chris was ready to die. She'd thought the poison during the attack would have done the job, but no. This, this right here, was what was going to kill her.

Folding her arms across her bare midriff, she lifted her eyes to the ceiling and waited on them to say something.

"Holy--"Ethan breathed.

"Jumanji!" Bryce exclaimed at the same time.

"Ju-what now?" Ethan asked.

"Jumanji!" Bryce waved over towards Chris. "She's Ruby Roundhouse from that movie!"

"Ah." Ethan attempted to stop staring at her.

Bryce didn't and even walked around her to take in every inch.

"I knew you looked like Karen Gillian," Bryce told her, "but I had no idea just how much until now."

Chris's cheeks flushed the longer they both studied her.

"This isn't my idea." She blurted out. "Tobias is taking me to a party and picked out my costume."

"Karen Gillian..." Ethan rubbed his hand over his chin while lost in thought. "Was she on that show with the time traveler and the police box?"

Chris closed her eyes. She'd heard it all throughout college and med school that she looked like Dr. Who's Amy Pond.

"Yep." Bryce tilted his head while a grin grew. "Maybe we should start calling you Dr. Pond."

"No." She griped. "You shouldn't."

Huffing in disbelief, she snatched up her purse.

"I'm surprised Tobias didn't have you dress as that character." Ethan said, making her pause on her way out.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because he was always watching that show and making me say whether or not that actress was attractive." Ethan rolled his eyes. "It was obvious she was, but we didn't have to watch that ridiculous show every week just to see her."

"I guess now that he has you," Bryce teased, winking at her, "his Dr. Who days are over."

Chris was saved from having to think of a clever retort by Tobias calling to see what was keeping her."

"Goodnight." She called out over her shoulder to the two doctors still checking her out in her costume.

"Happy Halloween!" Bryce yelled back. "I know it'll be a good one for Tobias."

Blushing even more, Chris did her best to walk as if she wasn't hoping the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

*************

Death would be too good for him.

Chris saw red when she realized that Tobias wasn't dressed in any shape or form like someone from Jumanji.

"Wow." His eyes drifted appreciatively over her body. "You look amazing!"

He stepped around his car to open the door for her.

"What," she hissed, "are you supposed to be?"

He straightened his bowtie, smiling even more at her. "Don't you like my tux?"

Normally, she'd have said yes. There would have been a moment of her moving into his arms to kiss him and going into great detail just how sexy she found him when he dressed up. But with her freezing parts of her body off in a costume that in no way, shape, or form remotely matched what he had on, he was lucky she wasn't screaming at him.

He slipped his arms around her bare waist and tugged her close for a kiss.

She turned her head at the last minute, causing his lips to graze her cheek instead.

Undeterred, he merely grinned and kissed slowly down her neck.

"Tobias." She bit back moan.

"Hi." He managed to capture her lips in a tender kiss.

Unable to stop from smiling at him, she shook her head. "Seriously, what are you supposed to be?"

"Can't you tell?" He stepped back and did a quick spin.

"No."

He took her back into his arms. "I'm dressed as the man who wants to win you."

Chris burst out laughing while giving him a playful push. "Yeah, right."

His grin grew at how lovely he found her when she laughed. Opening the door for her, he told her they better hurry if they were to make it in time.

"What about that treat you promised me?" She asked once buckled.

He started the car and winked at her.

"You'll get it as soon as we escape for a breather at the party."

**************

Chris found that it wasn't nearly as annoying as it once was to be told by multiple people that she could be Karen Gillian's twin when she had Tobias whispering that she was so much prettier than the actress.

He kept his arm draped around her waist as they circulated and found Dean and a recently arrived Will.

"Damn, Chris." Will said. "You can take me on a jungle adventure anytime."

"I already used that line on her." Dean smacked the back of his head. "Get your own material to flirt with her."

The four laughed while pointing out other costumes the party goers were wearing.

"If you'll excuse me," Dean told them, "I see a Wonder Woman who looks like she could use some company."

After he walked off, Will grinned at them.

"And if you'll excuse me, I see a friend who deserves to have his chances with Wonder Woman ruined for that head slap he gave me."

He left the couple laughing as he hurried off in the same direction Dean had taken through the crowd.

"So?" Chris prodded once they were alone. "Where's my treat?"

She gestured down her body. "As you see, I'm in the costume you picked out."

"I guess I could give it to you now." He cocked his head toward the elevators. "Follow me."

"Where are we going?" Chris sank against him when the doors shut, pressing kisses along his jawline. "I'm hoping you say somewhere private."

He met her lips with a passionate kiss. "It's not private, but we can go back to my place after that to be alone if you want to."

Keeping her close, he walked her out to his car.

****************

A few minutes later...

"This is where we first met!" Chris exclaimed in delight.

The diner was nearly empty with only a couple of customers sitting at the counter.

Tobias grinned as she hurried over to an empty booth and picked up a menu.

He sat down across from her and slipped his hand into hers.

A waitress came by and took their drink over.

Once they had their drinks, Chris peeped at him from over her menu.

"I brought you here for something other than food." He began.

"Oh?" Chris set the menu down with a flirty smile. "So this isn't my treat?"

He shook his head. Taking a deep breath, he reached into his breast pocket. "I thought the diner should be the setting for this."

Her eyes widened when he pulled a little black box out and set it down before her.

"After all, we began here." He added. "Seems appropriate to be here to begin what I hope will be the next phase of us."

Chris bit down on her lip while slowly opening the box. Sitting against the black velvet was the type of ring she'd been hoping for ever since they fell in love.

"I love you, Chris." Tobias said softly. "I've known for a while that you were the only one I want to spend the rest of my life with."

He grinned when she slipped the diamond ring over her finger. Ignoring the pear cut diamond vintage Cartier ring glistening under the lights, she focused on the man giving her the words her heart knew were true and had been for a long time.

"I take that as a yes to what I'm about to ask." He teased, gesturing to his ring already gracing the spot it was meant for.

"It is." She took his hands in hers, squeezing them. "As if there was any doubt."

"There was a little doubt." He admitted with a shrug. "But I was prepared to spend the rest of my life convincing you that I would do everything in my power to be the husband you'd want."

Smiling, she scooted out of her side of the booth and moved over into his. Draping her arms around his neck, she kissed him in between saying how much she loved him.

"This is a really good treat." She teased. "Makes me almost want to dress as Karen Gillian more often just to see how appreciative you can be."

He groaned on a laugh. "Honestly, this is more my treat than yours."

"I disagree." She smiled into another kiss from him. "After all, I got engaged to the man I love."

"Yes, but on my favorite night of the year, I got my dream girl to not only dress as my favorite actress," he lifted his eyes to hers, "but to also agree to be mine until death do us part."

Holding her close, he rested his forehead against hers.

"You are my treat, Chris. And I will spend the next fifty years or so making sure you are thoroughly thanked for it."

[eluxcastar]

Papa Pierro doing Papa Pierro things

── ୨୧：pierro & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: single father pierro has a chaotic gremlin for a child (he is absolutely enjoying this)

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: child reader, gn reader, pierro is your dad when you're holding the torch correctly, the doctor will take your fingers and toes 👍, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 819

apparently I'm still in the mood for family fluff so something about papa pierro tickles my brain a lot especially after I saw really cute fanart about him adopting kaeya. he seems like a chaotic but reasonably ok dad just trying his best yk? also I wrote this at like one in the morning so please forgive any mistakes

all papa pierro posts

your beloved Papa is a busy guy, so for as much as you want to follow him around and see what he's doing at all hours of the day, but unfortunately between the danger and sometimes general annoyance that you can be he has a tendency to dump you on the nearest available babysitter. in your mind he'll leave you with anyone, in his those babysitters are quite carefully chosen and often trusted members of the Fatui who he knows wouldn't dare cause harm to a child of his lest they never know a peaceful day again.

he makes time for you however, even if the resulting workload is so daunting he thinks he'd rather drop dead on the spot. it's important to Pierro that many of your life lessons and learning experiences come from him, as well as many of your memories. he likes to hear your voice and feel you catapult onto him after a long day of work like you're some little rodent who digs its claws in and won't let go. he likes the million questions you ask him and he loves when you stand up on your toes with your hands grabbing at the air in front of him wanting to be picked up and carried around. it's quite cute.

of course Pierro obliges you, scooping you up in his arms and letting you cuddle up to him and sometimes you'll hide under his coat where you think you're just so invisible under there even with the very visible mound you make under there. you think you're so sneaky though, so he can't bring himself to do anything but chuckle when you peek your head out to ask him if he knows where you went just now.

you much prefer the days when he's home for you to play with him, even if he sometimes doesn't feel like playing, wakes up late while you're bouncing off the walls at the crack of dawn unable to wind down again. you try to be quiet and just curl up next to him when you get bored, squirming your way under his arm. sometimes you try to imitate what he does at night when you notice him stirring as a result of you shaking the bed, reaching up to pat his head and, a tad awkwardly, you stroke his forehead. he can't complain waking up to you shushing him and trying to lull him to sleep.

he always cuddles you close when that happens. he wonders what he'd do if you weren't there.

something about you abundance of innocence makes him happy you're growing up when you are, even if he worries you won't be there forever. he's happy just to watch you figure out the world, excitedly telling him a commonly known fact like it's a revolutionary advancement. he likes it when you get to be a child even if you sometimes misbehave or do silly things. he wishes for you to never grow out of your habit of seemingly trying to wind him the second you see him.

he does have rules however, important rules. some are about coming to see him at work, like not bothering Miss Arlecchino too much, leave the Balladeer alone, stay out of the way of the fatuus, don't take your shoes off outside of his office, don't talk to the youngest because he's a bad influence-- oh, and don't wander into the Doctor's lab. he'll take your fingers and toes. you squealed when you heard that last part, saying something about how "I like my fingers and toes!" and vowed to yourself to never go in there. a little kiss on your forehead was enough to calm you down, along with the promise that he only takes your fingers and toes if you go into the room.

on long trips he tends to leave you in Pulcinella's care, who he knows cares for the family of the youngest harbinger in his absence and who you are familiar with. he can't think of a single person who he actually trusts with your care but short of taking you with him (which is far too dangerous), he takes the best he can get, though if Pulcinella isn't available he's begrudgingly willing to entrust you to Signora, who seems to like you well enough to arrange for you to be well fed and happy.

he knows you much prefer having him home however, when he tells you stories of your homeland and you lay your head on his shoulder where you're safe and protected next to him. he will always be at ease when you are dozed off up against him with a stuffie cuddled in your arms where his hand still strokes your forehead as his way of lulling you to sleep.

he's not sure that he particularly wants you to grow up. can't you just stay small and cute forever?