#ya know what i consider this my birthday present

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So funny that before this episode imodna fans were like “i hope they at least talk 😕” lmfao. Now we here!

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, riding c*ck, doggy style, creampie, oral (f & m receiving), dom!Dabi, Dabi is a warning himself, overstimulation, mentions of dick piercing

Synopsis: you decide to surprise your villain boyfriend with a uniquely sinful way to celebrate his birthday

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

You never imagined love would come so easily — let alone with a villain. As a pro hero, it was the last thing you expected, yet here you were, your heart defying everything you thought you knew about right and wrong.

A grin spread over your lips as you heard a familiar knock to the door of your spacious apartment — three short taps, slow, deliberate, and unmistakably his. You smirked, barely having time to smooth your silky robe over your skin before crossing the spacious apartment. Opening the door, you leaned casually against the frame, giving him a slow once-over. 

Dabi stood there, his hands shoved into his coat pockets, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His turquoise eyes scanned you, a spark of interest flickering when he caught the way the silk clung to your curves. “Mmmm, look at ya, all dolled up. What’s the fucking occassion?” Dabi mused. “You expecting someone else, or am I the lucky guy?”

“You know damn well you’re the only fucking one,” you shot back, tilting your head with a sly grin as you raised a brow, feigning innocence as your fingers toyed with the sash of your robe. “Happy birthday, Dabi,” you murmured, stepping aside to let him in.

“Nice place,” he commented, his tone lazy as he stepped in. It was his first time in your apartment. “Didn’t think a pro hero like you would invite a villain into her fancy, little world.”

You shrugged, closing the door behind him. “Consider it a birthday gift. I figured you’d prefer this over balloons and cake.”

“Depends on what’s under that robe,” he shot back with a chuckle.

You grinned, backing up into the open living room, deliberately letting the silk fabric shift over your ass as you walked. 

His eyes darkened, and you felt the heat of his gaze lingering on your body. 

Turning to face him, you reached for the tie of your robe, holding it loosely in your fingers. “Want your present now, Mr. Villain?”

Dabi chuckled, “If you’re offering, Mrs Heroine.”

With a slow tug, the robe slipped off your shoulders, pooling on the floor around your feet. 

Dabi’s reaction was immediate — his smirk vanishing, replaced by a sharp inhale through his teeth.

You were wrapped in black lace, the intricate set hugging your curves in all the right places - a barely-there bra and tiny panties that revealed more than they should. 

His eyes immediately zeroed in on the crimson ribbon tied snugly around your waist, the delicate bow resting just above your navel. 

���Damn,” he muttered, his voice dropping an octave. “Didn’t think you’d actually dress up for me, doll.”

“You like it?” You teased, turning around so he could see the way the ribbon trailed over your hips.

“Like it?” He stepped forward, closing the distance between you in a few long strides. His hands found your waist, his thumbs brushing the edge of the lacy bra as they moved upwards. “You’re making it really hard not to rip it off right now.” His hands found your hips soon, the rough pads of his fingers brushing against the softness of your skin. He tugged on the ribbon lightly, watching the fabric stretch and tighten before letting it snap back. His smirk widened as you gasped. “You naughty, little slut,” Dabi murmured, lowering his head to kiss the column of your neck. He tugged at the material of the ribbon again, the fabric slipping loose in his fingers.

“Hell yeah I am,” you shot back, your voice steady despite the heat pooling low in your stomach.

He gripped  your hips as he pulled you flush against his chest, his breath was hot against your ear when he growled, “I’m gonna do some dirty things to you tonight.” Dabi’s mouth crashed into yours, his kiss fierce and consuming, leaving no room for hesitation. 

You tangled your fingers in his white, unruly hair, pulling on it. Before you could respond after the kiss was broken, he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he carried you to the nearest surface. He dropped you onto the couch, his hands braced on either side of you, his smirk returning as he took you in. Dabi’s knee slid between your legs, spreading them just enough for him to slip a hand beneath the lace of your panties. “Mmmmm, fuck. Already so wet,” he muttered, his smirk audible in his voice as the rough pads of his fingers rubbed little circles around your slick folds.

“D-Dabi…” You whined softly.

Dabi shrugged off his coat, tossing it aside before leaning down to claim your lips again. His kisses were hungry as his fingers kept on rubbing your pussy sill covered by your panties. 

When he broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva still connected your lips, glistening in the dim light of the lamp that was set in the corner of the room. Dabi’s piercing gaze dropped to you, a wicked smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. His fingers found the waistband of your lacy panties, tugging them upward with a slow, deliberate motion. The fabric pressed tightly against your slit and clit, the friction sending a sharp jolt of sensation through your body. 

You arched your back, instantly rolling your hips. “H-hey, not fair!” You whined.

Dabi’s smirk deepened as he tugged the fabric again, the pressure drawing another soft gasp from your lips. His eyes flicked back up to your face. “Who the hell told you I’d play fair?” he asked simply. 

Before you could muster a response, he repeated the motion, dragging the damp fabric slowly against your sensitive clit with maddening precision. Each tug sent sparks shooting through your core, your breath catching as pleasure curled deep inside you. 

He watched every flicker of pleasure crossing your face with growing amusement. “That’s it,” his eyes dropped to the growing damp stain on your panties, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Look at that. You’re already soaking through.”

He tugged the fabric taut once more, holding it firmly in place this time, just long enough to admire the way your folds glistened, slick and inviting. His smirk darkened, a predatory gleam lighting his sharp turquoise eyes as his free hand slid up your thigh with deliberate slowness, fingers brushing over your trembling skin before settling on your hip. “You like this, don’t you? Me not playing fair?”

The gravelly edge in his tone combined with the insistent pressure of the fabric against your throbbing clit left you breathless. Your hands clutched at his shoulders, desperate for something solid as your legs spread wider to grant him better access. With a shaky nod, you managed to meet his gaze, your voice barely a whisper as you confessed, “Yes.”

"Good," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice a low, gravelly promise. "Because I’m just getting started."

With a sudden shift, his hands gripped your legs firmly, hooking them over his shoulders with ease. In one smooth motion, he tugged your panties down your thighs, the cool air kissing your bare skin as he slid them off completely.

He straightened slightly, holding the delicate fabric in his hands, inspecting it as though it were a prized trophy. His eyes, sharp and half-lidded with desire, flicked to you, a wicked chuckle rumbling in his chest. Without hesitation, he brought the panties to his face, inhaling deeply. “You smell fucking delicious,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust.

You felt your cheeks turning red.

Dabi shoved the panties into the pocket of his pants, his smirk curling higher as his gaze locked on your face. “Mine now,” he teased, his tone low and rough, every syllable dripping with possession. “Gotta keep a souvenir.”

Dabi wasted no time, his movements deliberate as he spread your legs wide, his grip firm on your thighs to hold you in place. He paused for just a moment, his piercing eyes meeting yours with a look that sent a shiver racing through your body. Then, without hesitation, he leaned forward, his head dipping between your legs.

The first stroke of his tongue was slow and broad, dragging over your folds with unrelenting precision. 

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as the heat of his mouth sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you, your legs instinctively tensing against his hold. 

Dabi alternated between teasing, languid strokes of his tongue and hard, deliberate suction on your clit, each movement drawing out a symphony of soft moans and ragged breaths from you. Every lick, every kiss, every brush of his mouth was calculated yet feverish, as if he was intent on tasting every inch of you. “Doll,” he murmured against your slick skin, his voice low, “You taste even better than I imagined.”

Heat pooled low in your belly as your hands gripped the couch cushions tightly, your back arching instinctively to press your pussy closer to his mouth. Every nerve ending lit up under his touch, the tension in your body coiling tighter with every flick of his tongue and every groan that rumbled from his chest.

His moans vibrated against you, a low, guttural hum that sent shivers racing up your spine as his tongue swirled expertly around your clit before flicking it in rapid, teasing strokes. 

The faint scrape of his staples and scars against your inner thighs only heightened the sensation, a sharp reminder of the dangerous man holding you completely at his mercy.

There was no reprieve as his fingers joined the fray, one calloused digit sliding into you with ease. He curled it upward with deliberate precision, finding that spot inside you that made your breath hitch and your pussy tighten around him. He smirked against your folds, his satisfaction palpable as he drew out another desperate sound from your lips. Without hesitation, he added a second finger, stretching you just enough to leave you trembling. His movements were unrelenting, his fingers thrusting in and out of you with a steady rhythm while his mouth never left from your clit.

“Dabi…” you whined, rolling your head back.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t ya, doll?” he rasped, his smirk growing as he watched your body arch toward him, trembling with the mounting pleasure. 

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, diving back in with unrelenting fervor. His tongue and fingers moved in perfect synchrony, crafting a rhythm that had your entire body taut with anticipation. The wet, obscene sound of his fingers plunging into your soaked pussy echoed through the living room, mingling with your breathless moans and the deep, satisfied growls rumbling in his throat. “Come on, princess,” he rasped, his voice a dark, velvety whisper that sent shivers straight down your spine. His lips brushed against your slick skin as his fingers curled just right, his tone dripping with wicked intent. “Cum for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”

Your brain was barely working at that moment. Your hands moved on their own, sliding upward to cup your breasts, desperate for any outlet to channel the overwhelming pleasure. Your fingers teased the stiff peaks of your nipples through the delicate lace of your bra, tugging and pinching lightly as sparks of sensation shot through every nerve ending. Your hips moved of their own accord, lifting and lowering in perfect time with the relentless pace of his tongue and fingers. 

Dabi’s tongue moved with relentless precision, circling your clit before sucking it into his mouth with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the couch. The rough texture of his tongue contrasted perfectly with the slickness covering your folds.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled against your skin, his voice low and ragged, dripping with satisfaction. “Keep moving like that, doll. You’re gonna come so fucking hard f’me.”

Unable to ignore the ache any longer, he shifted slightly, grinding his crotch against the couch in search of some relief. The bulge in his pants was painfully tight, pressing hard against the rough fabric of his jeans. But he didn’t stop — his focus stayed firmly on you. The sight of your trembling hands teasing your own body, the way you gasped his name like it was the only word you knew, only made him rut harder against the cushion, his breaths coming in shallow, broken gasps. He kept on lapping fervently at you, completely consumed by the taste of your juices.

Your hips bucked wildly as the tension inside you reached its breaking point, your breath catching in your throat as your thighs trembled against the sides of his head. 

Dabi’s tongue moved with relentless precision, flicking over your swollen clit in rapid, teasing strokes.

“Dabi—” you gasped, his name spilling from your lips in a desperate cry as the pressure shattered into an overwhelming wave of bliss. Your back arched off the couch, your head tipped back as your orgasm crashed over you, unrelenting and all-consuming. Your walls clenched tightly around his fingers, the slick heat drawing a deep, guttural groan from him that vibrated against your sensitive core.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice rough and dripping with desire. His tongue slowed, lapping gently at your clit as he worked you through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until your body sagged against the cushions, spent and trembling.

Dabi finally pulled his fingers from your soaked heat, moving with an agonizing slowness that made you shudder. He watched intently as your pussy fluttered at the emptiness, his turquoise eyes darkening with wicked satisfaction. Spreading your folds with his index and middle fingers, he exposed the glistening mess he’d left behind, your juices trailing down to your entrance. A low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as he tilted his head, his sharp eyes gleaming with amusement. “Look at this,” he muttered, his voice a husky growl, thick with smug satisfaction. “You’re dripping everywhere. So fucking pretty like this, little heroine.” Without hesitation, his tongue darted out, tracing the path of the slick, runny juices that spilled from you. He dragged it slowly, deliberately, over your entrance, savoring every drop like it was the finest thing he’d ever tasted. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” Dabi whined, his voice low and rough, vibrating against your sensitive skin. He kissed your pussy again, his tongue flicking over your clit in a teasing caress before he added with a wicked grin, “But what a fucking way to go.”

You were a moaning mess beneath him. And you loved every second of it.

“You taste too fucking good,” Dabi growled. He flattened his stitched tongue, dragging it slowly over your folds. His calloused fingers spread you wider, holding you open with a firm grip, ensuring not a single slick thread of you escaped his attention.

The overstimulation caused your body to twitch beneath him. “Dabi!”

When Dabi was satisfied with his work, he began a slow, deliberate ascent up your body. His tongue left a cool, damp trail on your overheated skin, sending shivers coursing through you as goosebumps rose in its wake. His lips lingered over your trembling stomach, pressing teasing kisses before moving upward. He paused at your chest, his sharp teeth grazing along your ribs with just enough pressure to make you gasp softly.

Finally, his mouth claimed yours in a kiss that was nothing short of ravenous. His tongue slid against yours, deep and commanding, and the faint taste of your own release on his lips sent a wicked thrill through your being.

Your hands moved instinctively to his belt. The faint clink of the buckle was lost beneath the sound of your ragged breathing. Your fingers worked deftly, unfastening the fly of his pants. The moment you freed his cock, it sprang into your hand, heavy and warm as you wrapped your fingers around his length. Your palm moved in slow, deliberate strokes, tracing every vein from base to tip. 

His response was immediate — a deep, guttural groan rumbling from his chest, his head tipping back slightly as your touch unraveled him.

“Shit,” he muttered, his voice a low rasp that sent heat pooling in your pussy again. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

At the same moment, his hand slid beneath your back, his fingers deftly unclasping your bra. He tugged it off your shoulders and tossed it aside without a second thought. His mouth latched onto one of your nipples, the warmth of his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak before he sucked hard, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. His other hand claimed your other breast, his thumb brushing teasingly over the neglected nipple before giving it a light pinch, just enough to make you arch against him.

The combination was electric, his hot mouth and calloused, skilled hands setting every nerve in your body alight. The pleasure coursing through you was so overwhelming that your grip faltered briefly on his cock, your strokes pausing as your focus splintered.

“Don’t stop,” he commanded against your tit. “Keep going.” To emphasize his words, he flicked his tongue over your nipple again, the teasing motion sending another jolt of heat straight through you. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud before biting down gently, just enough to make you gasp again.

Your head tipped back in surrender.

Without missing a beat, he moved to the other tit, his lips and tongue lavishing it with the same relentless attention. 

Your strokes on his length quickened, your hand gliding smoothly from base to tip with deliberate intent. Each motion pulled a raw, guttural groan from his throat, the sound vibrating through the air like a melody only you were meant to hear. 

His hips began to move in time with your touch, rolling into your hand as if he couldn’t help himself. “You’re driving me insane,” he rasped, his tone a low, gravelly whine. “I don’t know how the hell you do it, but fuck, I can’t get enough of you, you little slut.”

With a surge of determination, you shifted your weight, using every ounce of strength to roll with him. 

The sudden movement caught him off guard, his eyes widening briefly before his back hit the couch.

Now straddling him, you looked down, a satisfied smirk curling your lips as his expression shifted to one of wicked amusement. Dabi's hands slid instinctively to your hips, gripping them firmly as he murmured, “Well, look at you, taking charge now. Let’s see what you’ve got, sweetheart.”

You didn’t waste time with a reply, your actions speaking louder than words as you tugged his pants down his legs with purpose. The fabric slid away, pooling forgotten on the floor as your hand moved to wrap firmly around the thick base of his cock. It pulsed against your palm, a tangible reminder of just how undone he already was. You started with slow strokes, your grip tightening just enough to coax a reaction. 

It didn’t take long — his hips twitched instinctively under your touch, a low, strained groan escaping his lips as his body responded to your every movement.

“Fuck,” he rasped, his voice rough and shaky, his half-lidded gaze locked on your hand as it worked him over. “You really know how to take your time, don’t you?”

You gave him the sweetest smile, leaning forward to spit on the tip of his cock. Jerking him slowly, you spread your saliva all over his shaft.

His smirk faltered into a low groan.

Shifting to kneel between his thighs, you leaned down, stuck your tongue out, and flicked it against the sensitive tip of his cock after pushing the foreskin back, gathering the bead of precum that had already formed there. The salty taste of him on your tongue made you moan, and Dabi’s sharp intake of breath only spurred you on.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice low and ragged, one hand gripping the edge of the couch while the other reached for your hair. His fingers tangled in the strands, not to control you, but as if he needed something to anchor himself. “Now, suck my cock, angel.”

Smirking to yourself, you opened your mouth and took him in slowly, letting your lips stretch around his girth. The groan that ripped from his throat as the warmth of your mouth surrounded him was enough to make your pussy clench. You moved with intention, starting with shallow bobs that teased the head of his cock before gradually taking him deeper, your tongue pressing firmly along the underside of his shaft, teasing the palpable veins there.

“Shit,” Dabi hissed, his hand tightening slightly in your hair. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you, the sight of you on your knees between his legs, your mouth working him over, nearly undoing him, made him shiver. “You’re gonna make me lose my goddamn mind, doll.”

Dabi’s cock twitched in your mouth, and you hummed around him, the vibrations drawing another curse from his lips. Using the tip of your tongue, you teased the frenum piercing that decorated his cock, and then you took him whole in your mouth, deep-throating him, letting the tip of his cock tease the back of your throat.

He cursed again.

You began to pick up your pace, hollowing your cheeks as you took him deeper with every stroke, your tongue swirling around his girth. Your movements became more deliberate, your lips sliding down his length with increasing fervor. Your tongue traced the pulsing vein along the underside, each flick and swirl drawing ragged groans from Dabi as his hips began to snap upward, chasing the heat of your mouth.

One of your hands cupped his balls, rolling them gently in your palm while your other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking in time with the bobbing of your mouth. 

“Fuck, doll,” he growled, his voice strained, his chest heaving as he watched you. “You’re too damn good at sucking cock, you fucking, little slut. Gonna make me lose it.”

You hummed around him, the vibration pulling another curse from his lips. His cock throbbed against your flattened tongue, a clear sign he was close. You kept your pace steady, wanting to draw him to the edge, relishing the way his body responded to your every touch.

But just as you felt him begin to tense, his breathing turning ragged, Dabi pulled you off him with a sharp tug on your hair. 

You gasped softly, your lips slick and swollen as you looked up at him, his darkened eyes blazing with lust. “Not like that,” he rasped, his voice dark and commanding. “The only place I’m cumming tonight is inside that tight little pussy of yours.”

You didn’t hesitate, nodding as you sat back, giving him room to shift. His hands were already on you, pulling you forward until you were straddling his lap again. “You want it, don’t ya?” he teased, his voice low as he grabbed your hips, guiding you just enough for you to feel the tip press against your slick hole. “Say it. Tell me you want me to fill your cunt up.”

“I want it. I want you to fuck me senseless,” you whispered in the most seductive voice, making sure to grin your pussy against his cock.

His smirk returned, dark and satisfied as he lined his dick with your entrance, pulled your hips down slowly, his cock stretching you inch by inch as he entered you. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as he sank into you, his grip on your hips tightening. “Good girl,” he muttered, his head tipping back as he buried himself completely inside you. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Dabi!” You moaned at the sweet sensation of being stretched. Reaching hand out, you gently rubbed his cheek. “I love you.”

Dabi didn’t say it back. He never did. Instead, his hands gripped your hips tighter, his half-lidded eyes locking with yours as he rolled his hips forward in a slow, deliberate thrusts. 

The stretch of his girth was overwhelming, your body trembling as a low groan escaped your lips. 

“If you can’t handle it,” he rasped, his voice gravelly and thick with lust, “leave it to me. Snuggle up, doll.”

His hand slid up your back, guiding you until your face was buried in the crook of his neck, your warm breath brushing against his scarred skin as you lay flat on top of his chest. You clung to him, your nails digging lightly into his shoulders.

Then he started thrusting.

The first thrust was sharp, knocking the air from your lungs, and before you could recover, he set a punishing rhythm. His hips snapped upward, driving into you with a force that had you gripping him for dear life. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by his low, guttural grunts.

“You feel that?” he growled, his lips brushing your ear as his cock slammed into you again, the tip kissing your cervix with every stroke. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You tried to answer, but the words wouldn’t come. Each thrust stole the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping and trembling in his arms. Your pussy clenched around his cock, every movement dragging his girth against your velvety walls in a way that sent sparks shooting through your nerves.

“D-Dabi!”

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he stated, his voice a rough groan as he buried himself deeper, his pace unrelenting. “You’re taking me so well. Like you were made for my cock.”

Your hands slid up his shoulders, your nails scraping against his skin as you held onto him. You couldn’t moan, couldn’t speak, your body reduced to incoherent shivers and gasps as he fucked you with ruthless precision.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Falling apart already, huh? Guess I’ll have to keep this pace until there’s nothing left of you.”

His hips drove into you harder, the angle perfect for his cock to penetrate your pussy deep.

Your face pressed tighter into his neck, your entire body melting into his as he took you apart piece by piece, leaving no part of you untouched by his desire.

Suddenly, with a shaky inhale, you finally found the strength to lift yourself. You began bucking your hips against him, moving up and down with an intoxicating rhythm. 

Dabi’s hands gripped your waist, his calloused fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to leave bruises. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice low and strained, filled with barely restrained hunger. “Show me what you’ve got.”

You shifted your weight, bracing your hands on his ankles for support. Arching your back, you began moving faster, slamming your hips down on his cock. “Shit, shit, shit, oh fuck!”

His dick twitched and swelled inside you, the girth rubbing against your spongy walls in a way that made your head spin. 

Dabi’s breath hitched as he watched your slick arousal coat his length. “Look at ya, so fucking greedy for my cock.” His sharp eyes locked onto you, his chest heaving as he watched the way your pussy sucked his cock, on and on. His cock throbbed inside you, overstimulated from holding back earlier.

Your hips rolled with a purpose as you chased your high. You shot a hand out to rub your clit. 

But Dabi wasn’t one to let you have all the control. With a sudden growl, he grabbed your waist and yanked you off him, flipping you onto all fours. His hands gripped your hips tightly as he aligned himself with your stretched entrance, and without warning, he drove back into you.

The force of his thrusts was relentless, his pace faster and harder than before. Each snap of his hips sent shockwaves through your body, his cock hitting deeper with every stroke. 

Your pussy clenched rhythmically around him.

“Shit,” he growled, his voice rough and strained. “You’re gonna make me fucking lose it.” His head tipped back, a groan ripping from his throat as your walls tightened around him, squeezing him like a vice. 

With one of his thrusts, your orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Your arms gave out, your body collapsing onto the couch as your walls clenched rhythmically around his cock. “Dabi!! Fuck, Dabi!”

He didn’t slow down, his movements became erratic, his movements desperate as he chased his release. “Fuck,” he growled, his grip tightening on your hips. With a deep growl, Dabi buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing violently as he came. Warm spurts of his hot seed filled your pussy. His head tipped back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as his hips stuttered against you, his climax leaving him trembling.

Your pussy clenched around him again, milking him for every last drop of his cum as if your body didn’t want to let him go.

Even after he came, Dabi thrust a few more times, his cock pulsing inside you as he emptied his balls completely. 

Your body quivered beneath him, your legs useless as you lay flat against the couch, still reeling from the intensity, trying to catch your breath.

Finally, his movements slowed, and he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back as he caught his breath. His lips found the space between your shoulder blades, planting soft kisses along the line of your spine before trailing up to your neck. Slowly, he pulled out of you.

You whined at the emptiness. With a swift motion, you rolled to your side, and he shifted to join you, his body settling into the space beside yours.

You lay facing each other, the soft glow of the lamp illuminating his sharp features. 

His turquoise eyes, usually so guarded, softened as he watched your flushed face. In a voice barely above a whisper, he murmured, “I love you too, doll.”

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💚 Day 18 – Ghost in the streets, Grinch in the sheets

A continuation of Days 2 (Quaint) and 10 (Santa Soap –), which means it’s set in the same universe!

Synopsis: Lots of firsts have happened between you and Simon over the past year. This time, it’s the first Christmas you’re going to spend together, and because it’s your favourite season, you want to make it extra special for your grumpy boyfriend.

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!Reader

Warnings/Info: NSFW, 18+ | military!Reader; fluff; humour; cussing; domesticity; established relationship; overstimulation; breeding kink; Simon is an intense lover in general, I guess.

Word count: 2.2k

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Simon does what he does best.

He observes, with a steaming cuppa in his hand, – a personalized cup you’d gifted him for his birthday this year, – leaning against the doorframe with his brows drawn together, forehead creasing as if he’s trying to solve a mystery.

But he’s just observing you, his girlfriend slash love of his life, sitting on the living room carpet next to the unnecessarily large Christmas tree, which you made him put up for you, untangling a long string of fairy lights with nimble fingers.

The bloody tree takes up way too much space; makes too much dirt, too, as he keeps finding its deep green needles everywhere after carrying it inside your shared apartment for you. A bloody waste of space and money.

It smells nice, though, he can give you that.

He takes a slow sip of his tea, smacks his lips before he speaks up. “Explain to me again, how watchin’ somethin’ die and wither away slowly in yer home is considered a nice tradition.”

“Simon–“ The exasperated sigh that is torn from your throat as you tilt your head back is enough to make him crack a pleased smile. If there is something he secretly enjoys more than anything, it’s teasing you long enough to have you make all those cute noises for him.

“Bunny, I truly am tryin’ to help here, but I have low elf-esteem,” he says dryly, lifting his cup up to his lips once more to gently blow on the hot liquid. “I’m worried ‘bout bein’ sleighed ‘ere.”

“Oh, hell, no! Not the Christmas puns, Simon!” You drop your hands into your lap, clutching the fairy lights as you glare at him from across the living room.

Simon cackles in rare delight, enjoying your over-exaggerated reaction immensely.

“One more?”

You huff and shrug, already focused on untangling the Christmas lights. “Will you implode if you don’t get them out?”

He sips on his tea, dark eyes twinkling with mirth, “Aye, I might, and ya don’t want tha’, do ya?”

“No,” you grumble, “I suppose not. I still need my big, thick man for cuffing season.”

His chest rumbles at your playful praise. As if you could ever get rid of him again. He takes a few deliberate steps into the room. “What carol do they sing in a Mental Hospital?”

You sigh deeply, rolling your eyes before gazing up at him with a frown. He knows you love his dad jokes, though. “I don’t know, but I’m sure you do, Riley.”

Simon snorts. “Do you hear what I hear.”

The way you blink up at him dumbly, face dropping in feigned disappointment, has his stomach fluttering. “Not good?” You shake your head slowly. “Terrible, actually.”

He hums and the corners of his mouth twitch as he lifts his cuppa up to his lips again. “Another?”

“Simon.”

Over the next few days of leave leading up to the dreaded holiday, the flat slowly but surely turns into some sort of winter wonderland under your care.

And while Simon keeps huffing and muttering in mock disdain like the Grinch with each colourful ornament you put on the Christmas tree and with each tray of gingerbread cookies you bake, he’s absolutely smitten by it and the way you’re actively trying to make him participate in the traditions you share with him from your upbringing.

He never really participated in any holiday, let alone Christmas traditions with his own family as a child. There was no money left for a nice tree or presents or groceries for a nice dinner. Sure, his wonderful mother had tried her best, always, for him and his brother’s sake, but with his awful father in the picture, nothing good had ever lasted long. Simon never had a chance to be part of traditions and he simply convinced himself that he doesn’t care for those anyway.

He starts caring about it all for you, though, because Christmas seems important to you. And whatever is important to you ultimately turns out to be important to him, too. Yes, he’s that devoted when it comes to you.

Bloody hell, he even stopped smoking, because you’d stopped, too. Perhaps not completely, but he’s turned it down – a lot.

Simon finds you in the master bedroom, a place he’s come to learn to appreciate since you two moved in together a few months ago. He can hear you singing “Last Christmas” to yourself softly as he sneaks up on you while you’re sitting on the floor, – always on the floor for whatever reason, – while the only thing visible is the crown of your head peeking over the side of the large box spring bed. He can clearly hear the cutting of scissors followed by the crinkling of paper, which leads him to assume that you’re wrapping presents again.

Before you and him had become official, his bedroom barely looked like someone was living in it. He had to sleep with a light on and spent most nights tossing and turning until his body was exhausted enough to fall asleep while his mind kept racing.

Nowadays, the bedroom looks alive, personal and homely. His sleeping schedule has improved, you practically demand to keep his balls empty and his belly full at all times if possible and his nightmares are less frequent – less violent, too. He’s almost too scared to even think it, afraid some higher beings could view it as an opportunity to fuck him up all over again, but Simon is happier than he’s ever been.

“Wot’s tha’? Presents? F’whom?”

The way you jolt and scramble on the carpet like a frantic, tiny rodent as soon as he speaks up with his gravelly baritone voice, has him crack a boyish smile, and he watches as you try to hide whatever it is you’re trying to wrap in colourful paper by throwing your whole body on top of it like a dragon hoarding its treasure.

Goofy woman. His goofy woman, though.

“Don’t look! Don’t look, Simon!” You whine as you blindly reach for a large shopping bag to cover the stuff that’s still unwrapped haphazardly while Simon snorts in amusement, eyebrows raised as he keeps watching you struggle.

He doesn’t care for presents; would rather not have you get him anything, actually, because he already feels like you’re doing way too much for him, being too good. Simon is absolutely satisfied with having you wake up in his arms every lazy Sunday or even when you’re on ops together, when he sneaks into your cot for a secret cuddle session while Soap or Gaz are on guard duty. Having you in his life like this is everything he could’ve ever wished for.

He did buy you a bunch of presents, though. They’re still hidden in his office on base; an array of stuff you’ve mentioned liking or wanting to buy over the course of the year. Bloody hell, he almost bought you a German Shepherd puppy, like your first dog, the one you’d told him about some night a long while ago on guard duty, but Price managed to talk him out of it. Someday, though.

“I’m not even lookin’,” he chuckles, rounding the bed to approach you, “c’mere a moment.”

And before you can protest, Simon wraps both arms around your midriff and yanks your body off the ground with a playful growl while you squeal and flail a little, knowing fully well what he’s about to do.

“N-No–!” You shriek and laugh when Simon throws you on the bed effortlessly and watches you bounce on the mattress before he’s on the bed in a split-second, wrestling you onto your back while you stop putting up a fight, knowing fully well how easily he can manhandle you anyway.

“Gotta put more bite into it, bunny,” he taunts with mirth gleaming in his obsidian eyes while he pins your wrists above your head with one mammoth hand, “You’re an easy target.” He clicks his tongue mockingly, shaking his head.

Your chest is rising and falling with deep breaths as you gaze up at him. “Only for you, though.”

“Aye,” he agrees, leaning down while his free hand slips beneath your sweater to tickle your stomach, “only f’me, bunny.”

Simon keeps his focus on the steady, harsh thud, thud, thud, thud of the headboard knocking against the bedroom wall instead of the keening, breathy moans you’re making underneath him. He must concentrate on anything but you. Otherwise, he would’ve shot his prodigious load into the condom right after rolling the bloody thing down to the base of his cock and slowly sinking into your welcoming, warm cunt.

Meanwhile, you’re meekly pawing at his sweat-slicked chest, flexing shoulders and bunching biceps, needing to feel more of him while he’s already covering your body with his massive frame; fucking you in a steady, sensual rhythm while he’s got you folded up in a mating press.

Your legs are shaking, your mind already scrambled and gooey, as Simon keeps making you cum on his cock, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of your body, unable to even writhe beneath him from overstimulation as he keeps you pinned to the mattress. You can feel how your syrupy slick is gushing and dripping down your ass crack and onto the bed sheets while his cock keeps stretching and rutting into your fluttering walls.

“C’mon, bunny, one more f’me, yeah? Be my good girl, gimme one more.” His voice is so rough yet honeyed and soothing in your ear; it makes your skin pebble with goose flesh, your nipples peak almost painfully as his scarred chest brushes over them with each deep grind of his powerful hips, your sopping, gummy walls rippling around his fat cock when another climax starts building up low and intense in your belly.

“Come with me,” you whine with hiccupping breath as your nails dig into his biceps and the muscles in your legs start burning with the ongoing stretch. “Fuck, pleeease–!”

Simon snarls at your desperate plea and swallows your whorish sounds by crushing his lips on yours in a passionate, sloppy kiss as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, determined to feel you cum around his cock one more time before his own release crashes over him.

The steady thud, thud, thud turns into a louder, more rapid thudthudhuthudthudthud as he grunts and moans roughly against your lips; breaths mingling and saliva mixing as he fucks you into the mattress until it feels like he’s in your guts, choking your throat as you’re chanting his name; head tipped back against the pillows, baring your throat to him, and as the feral dog he is, he bites down, sucks your sweaty skin into his mouth with a guttural groan until he feels your pussy gripping his throbbing cock like a vice, rippling and convulsing with your orgasm.

That’s when Simon lets go and thrusts his prick so far into your perfect cunt that, in the back of his rotten mind, he’s sure it would’ve been a hole in one if it wasn’t for the bloody latex he’s wearing, when he finally pumps his cum into the rubber with several long throbs.

His massive body is trembling with the intensity of his release as he licks and laps along the length of your throat, soothing his bite mark and his own need to burrow himself inside your body as the urge to be as close to you as physically possible is slowly overtaking his senses again.

“Love you, bunny,” he murmurs against your skin, still grinding his softening cock into your pliant pussy while you go limp in his embrace, “I love you.”

Your eyes have fluttered closed in bliss as you take it all and relish his ministrations; always so soft and needy afterwards for a brute like him. It makes your heart swell and burst with love and devotion. You cup his face and pull him up to your lips; nuzzling your nose against his, and giving his lips a chaste kiss before tucking his face into the crook of your neck. His chest rumbles and vibrates against yours as he releases your legs from his grip and lets you stretch them out with a slight wince of yours.

Despite his size, he slumps down on you like a weighted blanket. “How much does Santa pay for parking?” he murmurs into your ear, his voice so gruff, the words are barely audible.

“You can’t be serious right now.” Your eyes crack open and you turn your face to glance at him, but his eyes are closed, his lips pursed as if he’s holding back a smirk. You huff through your nose; he’s never looked more handsome.

“Nothing, it's on the house.”

[dixons-sunshine]

Someone To Love | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

Summary: Daryl treasured his friendship with you. You were everything to him, someone he could go to when he needed you. On his sixteenth birthday, you did something for him that made him realize that his love for you ran much deeper than he had initially thought.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Pre apocalypse.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 1.8k.

A/n: I'm really sleep deprived, so this potentially sucks really bad. It's also not exactly like what was requested, but I went with my gut and this was born. However, I hope you like this! (Requested by @ddamm. I'm not gonna be home this weekend and won't be able to write something for your birthday, so I wrote this for you as an early birthday present!)

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“Where are ya takin' me?”

“I can't tell you that. It's a surprise, Daryl.”

“Y'know I hate surprises.”

“This one you'll like, I promise. Now shut up and just follow me.”

Daryl rolled his eyes at you, a small, affectionate smile annoyingly tugging at the corners of his lips. He walked with his hands tucked into his jean pockets, carefully stepping over any logs and big rocks in his path. You were walking slightly ahead of him, a skip in your step as you lead him somewhere—to his supposed surprise or his death, he wasn't sure.

“Ya sure ya didn't jus' bring me out here to kill me?” Daryl questioned playfully, chuckling at the glare you threw his way over your shoulder. “Jus' askin', sunshine. No need to get mad. S'a valid question. Most'a those murder books ya read start in the woods, so m'jus' curious if yer takin' a page outta those characters' books.”

You looked at him over your shoulder. “Believe me, if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't do it in the most common, boring way. I'm more creative than that.”

Daryl raised his eyebrows at you. “Should I be scared?”

“No, of course not!” you laughed and shook your head, reaching over to grab his wrist. You tugged him along behind you, taking off into a steady run.

Daryl stumbled over his feet for a moment before laughing, quickening his pace to keep up with you. “Jeez, girl! Ya dun' have to rip my damn arm off.”

You giggled. “Sorry, I was excited,” you apologized, stopping in your tracks. You turned to Daryl when he stopped next to you, releasing your grip on his arm. “We're here. Happy birthday, Dar.”

Daryl looked ahead and was surprised to be met with a small, intimate setting—a picnic basket resting on top of a blanket. You had really gone above and beyond, Daryl thought I'm surprise, trying to ignore the odd feeling of warmth that spread through his body when he looked back at you and saw an excited smile on your face.

“You said no parties, so I thought we could have a little picnic instead, just the two of us,” you explained, taking Daryl's hand in yours and leading him over to the blanket. You motioned for him to sit down, following suite and getting comfortable on the blanket you had swiped from your mom's closet.

Daryl eyed everything around him curiously. The two of you were in a part of the forest he wasn't familiar with. It was rather surprising, considering he spent most of his time either at your trailer or in the forest, so seeing that you were able to locate a spot he didn't know was rather impressive.

The movement of your hand towards the picnic basket instantly peaked his interest. He watched as you pulled out an old portable CD player that your mom had gotten you a year prior, settling it onto the blanket and fiddling with a few buttons before pressing the play button.

Daryl's eyes widened when the melody to Ozzy Osbourne's “Crazy Train” flooded the relatively quiet air. His eyes met yours and he let out a shocked noise. “Where'd ya get an Ozzy CD?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back on the palms of your hands. “Mr Jones owed my mom a favour. She finally called it in and borrowed a bunch of music for us for this.”

“Ya got other artists?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Guns 'n Roses, Dio, Led Zeppelin, Metallica, Queen—”

“Ya got Queen?” Daryl questioned in amusement. “Ya know I dun' listen to 'em.”

“And you know that I don't believe that,” you countered, sending him a teasing smirk. “I've seen you quietly sing along when I play Queen in my room. There's no hiding the truth from me, Daryl.”

“Nah, yer only seein' things. Gotta get yer eyes checked out or somethin',” Daryl replied defensively, crossing his arms over his chest in mock annoyance.

You rolled your eyes and sat upright, reaching into the picnic basket to grab a sandwich to hand to Daryl. “Whatever you say, birthday boy.”

Daryl accepted the sandwich and took a bite from it, humming in approval at the taste. “Taste's real fuckin' good. Thanks.”

“Only the best on your birthday,” you mused, reaching into the basket to grab your own sandwich. “You deserve it. And as long as you have me around, we'll always celebrate it.”

Daryl gave you a small smile, taking another bite from his sandwich to avoid saying something that could potentially ruin the moment. As he looked at you, he couldn't help but admire you. From the beautiful colour of your eyes to the way your lips curved when you smiled, to the outfit you were wearing that day that hugged you in all the right ways. Everything about you in that particular moment was perfect, and Daryl found himself very confused at the feeling that entered his body. There was a strange knotting in his stomach when you met his eyes, and he froze at the weird sensation.

Thankfully, you started talking about some band you had discovered that snapped him from his thoughts, and Daryl pushed the strange feelings down. He wouldn't ruin a perfect moment with his best friend because of some stupid sickness he was getting. He would worry about his health later. For now, he would appreciate your company on a day that he rarely celebrated anymore.

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“Stay right here. I'll be right back.”

Daryl looked up at you in confusion when you got up from the blanket, the Lynard Skynyrd song that was playing in the background forgotten for the time being. “Wha' do ya mean? Where are ya goin'?”

“Just wait here. I need to go grab something I put here earlier,” you explained, turning on your heel and walking off.

“Ya sure ya ain't jus' gon' get yer gun to shoot me? I knew ya were plannin' on killin' me.”

“Very funny, Dixon.”

Daryl chuckled and shook his head, watching your retreating figure in wonder. He leaned back on the palms of his hands, humming along to the song playing. He looked around at the wildlife that looked even more beautiful in the light of the setting sun, content for the first time in a while. The day had been uneventful; he had spent most of the morning and early afternoon in your trailer watching movies while you were busy setting up the surprise for him, then he had a calm picnic with you, swapping jokes and stories, and after that, he would go back to your trailer for the night.

Daryl felt calm, and it was all because of you. All because you refused to let him spend yet another birthday on his own, cooped away in his room.

The rustling of the leaves alerted him to your presence. He looked up at you, instantly noticing the box in your hands.

“Wha's tha'?”

You sat back down on the blanket and extended the box to him, giggling when Daryl only eyed the box in suspicion instead of taking it. “Daryl, it's just a box. It can't hurt you.”

“Las' time someone handed me a wrapped box, I found a bunch'a spiders inside tha' crawled all over me,” Daryl told you, still refusing to take the box.

You shook your head and laughed lightly. “Let me guess, Merle?” When Daryl simply nodded, you continued. “I promise there aren't any bad surprises in here. Only a good one, I hope.”

Daryl hesitantly took the object from you and lowered it onto his lap, slowly starting to peel the wrapping paper away. Once the simple brown box underneath was revealed, he looked up to you, but was only met with an encouraging smile. He opened the box at a snail's pace, but once the object inside was revealed through the small opening, Daryl practically ripped the rest of the box open.

Daryl carefully picked up the object, inspecting it carefully as his eyes widened in surprise. He looked over at you again, a shocked smile on his face. “A Walkman?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, a smile on your face at his obvious excitement that your best friend failed to hide. “I know you've wanted one for a while now, so I spared up some money to buy one for you. It's not new because I didn't have seventy bucks to buy a brand new one, but it works and it's not all banged up. I made you a tape as well. It's already in there.”

Daryl looked surprised. Unwillingly, a few tears started to well up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. There was no need for tears in a moment like that. He sent you a small, unsure smile, feeling that same strange feeling from earlier creeping up on him again.

“Thank you,” Daryl whispered, moving the Walkman around in his hands. “This is the best birthday I've ever had. S'jus'... Ya gave me somethin' I've been wantin' fer so long, even though ya didn't have to. Yer amazin'.”

Not realizing the true, deeper meaning behind his words, you leaned forward and hugged Daryl tightly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Anything for you, Dar. You know that.”

Daryl hugged you back tightly, lowering his head to rest on your shoulder. Daryl's feelings hit him with the force of a hundred freight trains—he was falling for you. He was falling for his best friend, and he didn't even realize it until that moment. The only reason he realized it was because of the gift you gave him. And it wasn't the picnic or the snacks or even the Walkman. No, it was something much deeper than that, something much more valuable to Daryl than anything else in the world.

You gave him someone he could trust. You gave him someone he could go to with his problems, someone who never judged him or belittled him for feeling emotional. You gave him someone he could love without the fear of being disappointed, someone he knew would be there for him.

You gave him you, and that was more than enough for him.

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[f10werfae]

Barefoot and Pregnant

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Shy!Pregnant!Wife!reader

summary: Henry and his cockdrunk wife go through an emotional love-making experience, after being pressured by her friends to give her husband a ‘hall pass’ because of her growing body (DILF!Henry) (Dom!Henry)

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“Baby bun? Why are you cryin’? Is there somethin’ wrong with our miracle?” Henry rushed placing both of his hands onto his precious wife’s four month bump: he had come home to see her sobbing her eyes out into her pregnancy pillow. “I-I have your b-birthday present, h-here” She cried handing him a crumpled piece of paper, “A fuckin hall pass? The fahk do I need this for?”

- A few hours ago -

“So Y/n, I know your man’s birthday is coming up soon, what are ya getting him?” Chloe smirked putting down her beer, she wasn’t really someone Y/n would hangout with, but considering she was friends with Stephanie it was kind of obligatory. Y/n shuffled uncomfortably as all eyes panned to her, this brunch with her girls had taken a weird turn, with them questioning her sex life and very clearly overstepping private boundaries. Y/n on the other hand was adamant that she would spill nothing, ultimately leading to the other women becoming increasingly annoyed.

“U-Uh I was t-thinkin’ of givin’ him the s-sweater I made him, a-and cookin’ him a m-meal” She whispered, pouting when she heard the others giggling and scoffing at her gift idea, her hand falling to her baby bump for comfort. Her little gemstone always had her back. Henry always loved her knitted goods, in fact most of his jumpers were ones she had made, and he never left home without a packed lunch from his woman.

“Girl, just cause you’re preggers doesn’t mean you can’t spoil him! Get him somethin’ better than some lousy knitted shit” Jenny giggled nudging Chloe playfully; Y/n’s hands now started to tremble, she had finally gotten used to nothing but praise thanks to Henry, but now that she was back in this toxic environment she could feel her anxiety start to swirl at the pit of her stomach. She wanted her Henry, and she wanted him now.

“B-but he usually likes m-my meals and h-he asked for a j-jumper” She whispered pursing her lips and clasping her hands together over her stomach, the lemonade she ordered now tasting like absolute poison on her tongue. “Why don’t you get him like a subscription to beer or somethin-“

“OR A HALL PASS? Omg a hall pass would be so good, because you’re obviously pregnant you should give him one, poor guy will need it” Chloe snickered interrupting Stephanie, “A-a hall pass? Whats t-that?” Y/n questioned tilting her head to the side like an adorable puppy, her hand softly rubbing over her stomach, her little miracle’s kicks following her hands every move.

“Basically girl, now that you’re pregnant, every man finds it harder to fuck his wife; let’s be honest it’s a very natural thing. A hall pass is like giving him a ‘get out of jail card’ like letting him fuck someone else for a night or something” She explained placing another chip into her mouth, as if she wasn’t just excusing cheating on Y/n. “B-But I don’t want him t-to” The smaller woman sniffled feeling tears already start to collect in her eyes, did Henry really find her unattractive now that her body was changing?

“I mean come on, are you really going to give him a lousy sweater? Here if it makes you uncomfortable for him to fuck someone else, I’m single!” Chloe joked motioning her hands to pretend she was sucking someone off, the rest of the girls giggling along with her, except for Stephanie who was disgusted by the whole exchange. If anything she was the only friend Y/n really enjoyed hanging out with, and the only friend Henry trusted her with.

“You guys need to knock it off and stop being disgusting shits, come on Y/n Henry texted me to get your somethin’ from the pharmacy” Stephanie grunted pulling Y/n up from her seat, scowling when Chloe tucked in a napkin into Y/n’s purse that said “Hall pass” followed by her own phone number. A poor sniffling Y/n, felt her own emotions starting to shuffle all over the place, her hormones truly had her. With her hand tightly clasped in Stephanie’s the both of them got into her car, when she finally let out a massive sob, wrecking through her smaller body; Stephanie reaching over giving her hugs and whispers to calm her down.

“I-I D-Do you t-think h-he should get a H-hall pass?” Y/n questioned wiping her eyes and nose onto a hankie, her hands smoothing over her stomach, her baby must have realised she was upset; the little thing was wriggling around like crazy almost as if it was trying to provide its momma comfort. “I mean I was gonna suggest beer or a razor, Chloe is just a bitch and insanely jealous because you two are an absolute power couple. Plus it’s not exactly a secret how much Henry is in love with ya” Stephanie smiled booping her on the nose, sighing in relief at the sight of a smile on Y/n’s face.

“B-but maybe he does find me u-ugly now, h-he even offered to shave me down there” She pouted looking down, “Girl he did it because he wanted you to feel more comfortable, you’ve always been the trim typa woman”

“I guess so, s-so what do we need at the pharmacy?”

“Nothin’ I jus’ wanted outta there, Ya sure you’ll be alright girl?”

“Y-yeah H-hen gets home soon a-anyway” After seeing Stephanie go off, Y/n bolted for the bedroom, even after all the comforting words from her friend; she still couldn’t help but feel unwanted and ugly. Would Henry find her pretty again if she let him fuck Chloe? Fuck, just the thought of it haunted Y/n’s thoughts, her man had always told her that he was only for her, and that she was only for him. There is no Chloe in the equation.

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“A fuckin hall pass? The fahk do I need this for?”

Henry growled holding the napkin and seeing some random number beside it. “I-I” Y/n couldn’t even get words out without sobs shaking her whole body, leading Henry to pull her onto his lap as he sat against the headboard, one hand cupping her face gently while the other cupped his baby miracle. “Calm down sweetpea, tell daddy what happened to your n’ our miracle today”

“W-well we all went t-to that cafe b-by the s-square” She stopped, crying again

“S’okay sugar pie, breathe with me, m’right here and m’not lettin’ ya go” He whispered kissing her cheek softly, the hand one her stomach sneaking around and grabbing a cheek full of ass, making her squeak and gasp. “C-Chloe said t-that because i-i’m pregnant, you wouldn’t find-find me pretty a-anymore, a-and that I should l-let ya b-be with her for a-a night” She explained nuzzling into his palm, his thumb running over her cheek affectionately.

“Are ya fuckin’ crazy, you are the g’damn sexiest thing on this planet sweetpea, my sweet gorgeous wife. You’re takin’ care of our little baby in there, how could ya not be more beautiful? Ya shoulda jus told them we still fuck every night like rabbits-“

“Stoppp, s’embarrassing, b-but then why’d you offer t-to help me shave?”

“Cause baby bun, I know you’re not a grower, n’ I had an idea for ya”

“o-oh I see” She said now realising that her thoughts were jus messin’ with her, “I get so worried cus a forget how fast ya mind is runnin’, ya gotta keep me in the loop sugar, cause you’re mine” He explained leaning in and kissing her wet lips, his hands grasping her waist, kneading her skin.

“I-I know, m’sorry, she j-jus really freaked m-me out. C-cause you’re m-mine and I don’t w-want ya l-lookin’ at anyone else” She explained, Henry smirking at her shy nature, the way she shuffled closer ok his lap, her arms clasping around his neck. “Now ya understand how I get baby, we just need each other n’ no one else” He said lowly, his lips pulled up into an almost eerie smile, as he then stood up from the bed and walked them both towards the bathroom.

Nodding at his words she giggled at the cold feeling of the bathroom counter underneath her thighs, just letting her wild man of a husband rip off her underwear, his electric trimmer already laid out on the side. “W-what was your i-idea?” Her hips bucked as his fingers rubbed her clit slightly before turning on the trimmer, if her stomach wasn’t already huge she would have looked herself. “You’ll see baby bun, jus ta remind ya, of me” He laughed skilfully moving the trimmer around, with Y/n giggling every time he leant forward and kissed her inner thighs or her stomach, he just could not keep his hands off her.

“W-will you help me, r-rinse off after?” With her lips puckered out waiting for a kiss, Henry stood up, letting her suck on his tongue for a few seconds before pulling away teasingly: he had already planned on rinsing her off himself anyway. Lifting her onto the shower bench, he rinsed off her freshly shaven pussy, clearly proud at the thing he had engraved onto her nestle of curls. The letter ‘H’

“What ya think baby, are ya mine or what?” He sang snapping a picture of her pussy and showing it to her, it wasn’t unusual that during sex he would simply take pictures of him leaking out of her, or the faces she would make whenever he was cumming right inside her warm centre. “ I-I love it, m’all yours” She giggled watching him pat her dry with his towel, following him as he led her back into their bedroom, softly setting her on top of the array of cushions and blankets.

“Who made this blanket baby?” He said holding up a woollen baby blue blanket, “M-me” She whispered watching him pull up her dress over her body, leaving her body naked in front of him, his precious masterpiece. “Mhm ya made it for us, n’ our little gemstone, our little family. No one else” He grumbled kissing up her stomach, smiling every time his baby kicked up at him, he couldn’t wait to find out the gender in a weeks time.

“Our little family” She whispered, trying to hold back a smile as Henry peppered hundreds of kisses up her body, his hands grasping at her growing tits, kissing at her nipples and watching them harden. Every night Henry would treat her to a nice breast massage, claiming it would help the milk come in faster, now was that true? Y/n didn’t know but any excuse to have him touch her was a welcomed one. Frankly Henry didn’t know either.

“I’m not gonna fuck you tonight sugar pie, m’ gonna make love to my gorgeous pregnant wife, who is the most amazin’ woman av’ ever seen” He whispered directly into her ear, kissing the shell of it as he felt her hands splayed out on his chest. “R-really?”

“Mhm going to take it nice n’ slow, love on every single parta you, n’ show ya jus’ how much ya mean to me” Looking into her widened doe eyes, he gave her an eskimo kiss, then let their lips meet in a slow, long passionate kiss. Their lips simply feeling each other, their tongues gently massaging each other as she whimpered against him. “Love you so much, my baby bun, all obedient n’ beautiful; my wife, mother of my baby”

“I-I love you too, can’ wait to m-meet our little m-miracle” She hiccuped pushing forward for their lips to meet again, whining when Henry pulled away and turned her body so he could spoon her, placing a soft pillow underneath her bump to make sure she was comfortable. “Ya comfy momma?” “Mhm, miss holdin’ y-you though” She whispered, gasping when she felt Henry’s hand intertwined with hers, his head settled into the crook of her neck; his warm breath fanning her neck to make sure she knew he was with her. He was staying.

He whispered that he was momentarily going to let go of her hand to prepare her for him, his hands lifting her leg up slightly, to allow his hand to venture in massage her slick set of lips gently; her soft gasps and whimpers causing her to nuzzle back into his chest. His athletic shorts were easily shrugged off, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, his cock already slipping itself through her folds. Y/n whined opening and closing her hand, clearly wanting to hold his again, smiling in relief as he held onto hers tightly.

Both of them breathing out as she took him inch by inch, bottoming out inside her as his balls rested against her ass, with Y/n holding Henry’s hand close to her chest; kissing his knuckles every so often. “Love this pretty pussy a’ yours, always so welcoming n’ warm, all for your husband isn’t it?”

“A-all for you, m-my husband” She whispered softly bucking her hips to let him know he could start going, and within seconds his hips started rolling against hers, slowly and deeply reaching every inch inside of her; dare I say he even poked her womb a few times with how deep he was going. Taking his hand he reached under his pillow and retrieved his phone, angling it in front of Y/n as he kissed her neck sloppily, taking a photo of her eyes rolled to the back of her head; her mouth agape and drooling onto Henry’s arm under her head.

“My pretty girl, you’re doin’ so well for me, so prouda ya” He whispered dropping his phone, his hand landing onto her tits, grasping both of them in the middle of her chest, rubbing both nipples in a circular direction; his cock stuffed into her velvety walls, his rhythm staying the same. “F-feel you so deep, t-too good” She breathed out cupping her stomach which was now bouncing along with his thrusts, which caught Henry’s eyes as he then cupped the bottom of her stomach. That photo was definitely going to be his phone wallpaper

“Who knocked you up? Who got you this full n’ swollen?”

“Y-you did daddy, f-fuck, feel so full” She moaned, his hands rubbing up and down her stomach lovingly, the fact that she was holding his baby just made her that more irresistible to him; she was taking care of the perfect mix of them both, their baby miracle. “You dare call yourself ugly, you wouldn’t call our baby ugly would ya? So why would call its home ugly? You’re protectin’ them with this beautiful haven inside ya baby, you’re amazin’” He whispered, his hands flowing down to her pussy, feeling the pattern of the H, his fingers found her precious little clit, rubbing the sensitive button until he felt her clench around his length. “These beautiful tits are gonna feed and nourish our baby, n’ maybe me sometimes, how can you say they’re not sexy as fuck; how you’re able to do all these things naturally, as my woman” He joked nipping her shoulder, feeling her giggle and her hole clench at the idea of her own husband sucking on her hardened nipples.

“Can feel you gettin’ close honey” He whispered watching her face turn to the side, her hand reaching around to his head, her lips pushing his into an open mouthed tongue kiss; his thumb lovingly wiping her drool covered chin, his thrusts not letting down. “b-baby, beautiful, f-family” She said clearly cockdrunk, muttering out words that she had heard from her husband, “Yeah baby that’s right, now do ya think ya can let go for daddy?” He cooed letting her nuzzle her head back into her cushion, his smile softening at her smile and at the way her hand instantly reached to hold his.

“Am’ gonna cum H-Hen”

“S’okay sugar babe, m’ gonna cum too, together okay?”

Henry picked up the pace just for her, her whines and whimpers getting louder until finally he felt her creamy onto his cock, his own juices spurting inside her; causing her to breathe out happily at the warm stuffy feeling inside of her. “I love you, don’t ever fuckin’ doubt that, you have a nasty thought in your pretty head? You tell me n’ i’ll sort it out” He growled kissing her cheek as he turned her to lay on her back, with him propped up on his elbow as he traced over her stomach. “What are ya t-tracin’?”

“Hearts, so our mini baby bun knows what love looks like” He chuckled finishin’ his tracin’ looking up to his wife’s eyes, with her getting all giddy and smiley at his confession. “I-I already love ‘em so much, g-gon dress them so p-pretty. N’ w-we can play i-in the fields w-with them” She giggled playing with his fingers which were on her chest, the post sex haze doing nothing but accentuating their love for each other. “Pretty like their gorgeous momma” Henry whispered pecking her lips once more before he remembered something.

“Now how about I show ya somethin’, ya don’t havta walk, ill carry ya” He whispered as she nodded, the both of them trodding to the end of the long hallway towards his work room, her eyes widening at the site of two wooden bassinets sitting at the corner of the room. “Y-you made this for mini bun?! B-but why two?” She wondered looking up at his deep blue eyes, “m’ preparin’ for the next one bunny”

“t-two babies” She giggled whispering to herself at the idea of her big gruff husband handling two tiny tots at once, watching him dote on them like the protective man he was. “Mhm m’ gonna keep ya barefoot n’ pregnant, like ya this way baby bun, all swollen an’ big for me” He gruffed nuzzling his rough bearded cheek against her soft one, “Told ya, you don’t need those stupid friends a’ yours when you’ve got me sugar, m’all ya need and our mini bun right ‘ere”

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PSA: Hope this is all good! I wanted to show a more emotional and loving side to their relationship 🫶 But still sprinkle a bit of dark!manipulative!Henry

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[raconteur-wanpi]

One Piece 1131

It's finally here after the 2 week break!

I'm glad we begin right where we left off, with Luffy and Loki finally having a proper interaction! This instantly made me laugh, Luffy is a certified yapper. His true power really is responding to the most serious and broody of intimidating figures with his silly guy ADHD and making fools out of these try-hards by annoying them. He really is a walking cartoon! I just knew in my heart, turning the page, Loki would cut him off by telling him to shut-up already. This is a classic bit and I live for it.

This also instantly kinda makes Loki more fun of a character to me lmao. Being presented with a scary guy only to immediately kinda make fun of him is Oda's expertise. Nobody is immune to being laughed at a bit, and it does instantly make Loki more charming.

He soon confirms what fans have been theorizing since Water 7; that the Yggdrasil-style-tree that encompasses Elbaf is the Treasure Tree Adam! Nice to finally know for sure, it'll be interesting for the Sunny in a sense to have returned to its "birthplace".

Also interesting how he introduces himself as the "pride of Elbaf's strength" when in the last chapter we learn of him as the "shame of Elbaf". Is it his own ego? Trying to twist the way his people see him? Is this him being a liar similar to Usopp, exaggerating who he is? Or is it his own delusions? It's an interesting contrast, I wonder what the language used here is in the original Japanese.

Loki is also, well... extremely Luffy-like in some ways actually. Being introduced as a "sun god", getting new people's names wrong, and as we'll see later, befriending wild beastly animals... This is an extremely interesting parallel. It seems to me they're already sides of the same coin, and I am soooo intrigued by it going forward.

It seems Loki has really met his match, and I doubt he expected someone like that to show up. Luffy responds to the beasts with nostalgia instead of fear, I wonder how that make the "accursed prince" feel...

Interestingly enough, Loki seems to have a sort of cult or following of human-sized people dedicated to him! They call him master and listen to his commands... maybe they're people who really see him as the Sun God?

Luffy immediately tames the beasts, like he did back during the timeskip! Of course, once he hears Loki insulting Shanks, his good mood seems to go away.

Loki also pulls a "I'm just joking bro, I'm just a silly guy c'moooon, you wouldn't punch a guy tied to a tree would ya? A birthday boy?" when he realized Luffy is actually pretty powerful. Good 'ol Schrodinger's douchebag. He does showcase a lot of duality, acting all mighty and smug towards "puny humans", but then his facade breaks a few times, he twists his reputation and claims he's just joking etc, it does fit the idea of a "trickster" a lot, considering his mythological basis. I'm still struggling to grasp his true personality and goals, and while he does speak the way you'd a expect a villain would... he kind of doesn't feel like he's going to be the main obstacle of the arc to me, and I can't truly explain why.

He also, interestingly, seems to have a negative bounty!? If I read that right, at least. Perhaps the government's way of saying "we don't want him, if you bring him in YOU'LL have to pay us to deal with him" or something??? We'll see if it's indeed a minus or not, it is described as a "special bounty".

Back to the Strawhats on the bridge, Gerd, Goldberg and Rodo seem to be rushing out with the Sunny as fast as possible. I'm assuming they're trying to get to where Harjudin is and explain the situation to him, considering that the ship belongs to their crew's grand fleet commanders. These two are probably mad as hell at Rodo lol. I can't tell if they're chasing him angrily here or what, haha.

Despite Usopp's insistence (and him being correct as always) the group still decides to run away from these giants. Oh Usopp, if only they listened to you, this debacle would be over much quicker. As per usual.

Speaking of Harjudin (and the one missing member of his crew, Stansen), here they are! They're in the same area actually, going for a hunt so they can prepare a feast for the Strawhats! That's kinda sweet, I wonder how the reunion of all separated groups so far will happen.

I wonder if it'll end up going to disaster because of Luffy accidentally freeing Loki or something. Loki did try to convince Luffy to find the key to his seastone chains earlier, but Luffy seemed to kinda ignore him. I wonder if Luffy will end up actually being manipulated, especially after Loki insulted Shanks and pissed him off. Then again, Luffy not only forgives easily, but he is also convinced easily, so who knows!

Back to the giants' ship...... oooooh my god. I think I almost cried. My heart expanded in size seeing this alone, you have no idea how happy I am. She's back. Our girl cut her hair so Saul will recognize her....shut up. Shut UP. That's so sweet, I think I am going to explode. Welcome back bangs Robin I missed you so much. This better be permanent!!!

In which Franky is literally me. I knew it before they confirmed it, it really is about meeting Saul........ I'm going to explode.

But uuuh, bad news. Saul might.... not be in good health? Did he get injured? What does this mean. I swear to god, if something happens to him before Robin gets to see him......... Please god tell me this is going to just be a bit or something, oh god. Ending the chapter here, huh? Straight up evil!!!!

Anyway, I am soooo looking forward the next chapter. I am still... on the fence about Loki being the main Bad Guy. He clearly thinks of himself as a grand destructive force, yes, and looks down upon "puny humans" and the such, sure, and even contemplates about killing Luffy after he is freed if need be, but... I'm just so suspicious of the way he's introduced. Maybe he'll be more of a morally gray anti-hero, or a temporary antagonist. Maybe I'm wrong and he'll indeed be the next pure-evil Doflamingo type threat. But maybe he could even be a "redeemable" Bellamy type character instead. I have no clue, it's way too early to tell. But just seeing the way Luffy just kinda chills with him in some of the panels in this chapter.... I'm kinda hoping it's the latter, they have a charming dynamic. They're already so similar, surely there's more to Loki's story.

After all, this is the guy that was infatuated with a lovable character we know dearly as the audience, Lola, to the point of denying to marry her identical sister. That tells me there's more to this guy than meets the eye. Am I reading too much into it? I could be completely off the mark, but we'll see!

[scarlettoceaneyes]

Hi, darling! I was hoping I could request a fic where the reader and Jacob have been friends for a while and he's imprinted on them, and he confesses it in a cutesy romantic kinda way. Like planning an evening for them and stuff? Just ask if ya need more details💜

Love to! Thanks booooooo 🩵

It’s Never Too Late for Our First Date- Jacob x imprint

Jacob was your best friend since like birth considering you are born on the same day. Bonding over your shared birthdays, plus moms who were friends, you literally spent your life together. Eventually Embry and Quil joined your group and there was the beginning of a close friendship with your guys. They took care of you, protected you, caused chaos with you, and often was the reason you never were asked out by anyone. You didn’t know why, but every guy who flirted or asked for your number never called back or just ghosted you before the first date. The guys always talked it up that it wasn’t you, but you quickly stopped believing them. It was starting to eat at your insides more than it should. Little did you know the guys were making sure no one ever got a chance with you on purpose. Jacob was whipped, but too afraid to tell you he loved you. Bella was a short distraction but played out rather quickly after she tried saying hurtful things about you. Jacob realized he didn’t want to take the chance on your friendship with a girl who would tear it apart.

Turning into a wolf didn’t break the bond either due to you accidentally witnessing the guys phase. You didn’t have to keep that secret long when your friends all joined the pack rather quickly back to back. Sam always was more understanding about your group knowing they would all phase except you eventually. Training the new pack members took all his energy. You also spent time with Emily and Kim who then let the word imprint slip in front of you. The guys filled you in, yet you felt like you knew the feeling. Considering you were all close friends, if one of the pack did imprint, you would expect them to tell you before now. Jacob was scared of losing you if he told you he imprinted when he first saw you after phasing…also that thinking of your smile and laugh calms him down to phase back. The imprint made all his feelings stronger, along with his worries about your safety.

Slamming your locker door shut at school, you were met with Jacob’s face and a huge grin staring you down.

“…what did you do? Why are you looking at me like that.”

“Happy birthday! I have your present for you after school if you want to come somewhere with me? Just us because it’s our day today.” Jacob subtly reminded you how every year on your shared birthday you did something special with only you two. Eagerly agreeing, he walked you to class with the promise to meet you in an hour for the big surprise. Excitement bubbled within you causing math to be a blur.

As Jacob pulled out of the school parking lot, he glanced at you. He couldn’t hold it in anymore between the imprint and you feeling rejected by all the guys who asked you out (besides the jealousy and anger he felt), he listened to Embry and Quil to tell you the truth. All of it.

Jacob pulled into the meadow and lake that he taught you to ride the bikes at. You did it but hated it and said never again. The snow capped mountains in the background and a picnic laid out on the lake dock brought tears to your eyes almost. He had never went to all this trouble. Suddenly fairy lights and candles lit up the dock as Ed Sheeran quietly started playing. You turned around while Jacob held out his hand to you asking you to sit, you were nervous, but curious.

“I should’ve told you months ago but I was a chicken and scared to mess up our friendship. I imprinted on you, and I should’ve told you since you knew but I was afraid you would reject it, so I would lose an imprint and my best friend. Also, while I’m apologizing you never went out with guys because we blocked them from getting together with you. I’ve loved you since I met you Y/N. I’m so so sorry for holding it in, and if you can’t forgive me well i'll deserve it.” Jacob’s confession hung in the air as you slowly took a deep breath with a million thoughts running through your brain at once. You sunk down at this point to the blanket while your mouth hung open in shock. Minutes passed without a word from your mouth and Jacob broke out into a sweat, preparing to tell you to forget it and he was so sorry. Finally, you threw yourself onto him into a hug, with a kiss to his cheek. “You’re all I wanted too, but I thought you didn’t want me. Also, makes sense how it seemed like I felt the bond when you first saw me. I thought if I did have an imprint they would’ve told me, so I talked myself out of it. When Kim and Emily explained it, the feelings were so real like I experienced them. I’m so glad I did. Jacob, I’m scared to know what you want though. I can’t lose you.” Jacob held you closer, kissing your hair and shushing you to calm down your racing heart. “Hey hey Y/N, I’m not going anywhere okay? You decide where we go and what happens okay? I follow and protect you. I don’t want to trap you in my world.” But you were already there.

Suddenly you snapped out of it and looked into his eyes. “Jacob I want you, heck I wish we could live forever together because one life isn’t enough. You never said anything, so I thought you didn’t want me.”

“Promise me something?” Jacob looked into your soul through your eyes. Nodding, he continued. “Promise me that you won’t ever think you are alone again. I’m here, forever. Okay? I want you in all ways possible forever. I love you Y/N. It feels so good to finally say that.” You laughed with him through the tears. He wiped them and looked to you for the decision on what you want, but he knew because he knew you. With the kiss you finally gave each other, it was obvious that you were staying forever. He breaks contact and asks “soooo does this mean you will be my girlfriend and accept the imprint? One day becoming my fiance and wife? Let’s have a family and a dog. Go to concerts, go on vacations away from the pack, have you to always be there when I come home. I don’t want to ever be alone without you again. I can’t promise money or that we won’t have hardships, or even that we will never fight. But I do promise to give you all of me everyday. If I don’t tell me. I want this to work more than I want to live. Without you it’s nothing, even without the imprint, it was always you” quickly nodding your head, you whisper a yes. Sensing your feelings and those happy tears Jacob knew exactly how you felt. Mirror hearts and souls.

“So how is this for a first date? Never too late even though we’ve known each other since like ever?” “Perfect, what a high standard you have set for men everywhere. I would’ve loved just you too. But this is more than I dreamed and so perfect.” Kissing your lips again, he took your hand and twirled you in slow circles. Asking for a dance, he pulled you close as the song faded into the next.

Ed Sheeran’s “Photograph” started playing (your favorite song). Jacob pulled you up into his arms to dance. It seemed like the right thing to do. As you swirled slowly together he sang along in whispers to your ear.

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes,

But it’s the only thing that I know.

When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes.

It is the only thing that makes us feel alive.

….you won’t ever be alone. Wait for me to come home.

[leiflitter]

Gale Dekarios and The Wizard of Waterdeep

Aka Leif vents their brain into Tumblr again because I have Thoughts About The Wizard! Is it coherent? PROBABLY NOT I'M DOING THIS FOR FUN.

General rambling below the cut!

Firstly- this little braindump is based upon my interpretation of Gale as a Neurodivergent Individual, so I guess if you're not on the "Gale would be so fuckin into magic the gathering if he was in this realm" train, then this may not be for you. Which is fine! I'm just yelling into the void here.

Also; characters are fun because we can interpret them in different ways! This is in no way meant to stomp on anyone else's headcanons of Gale, and may even be entirely overwritten if more info comes out about him from Larian.

I wrote a ton and then fuckin lost it all but hey that's fine I can condense it WAY more now. So let's go, bullet points!

Gale of Waterdeep is Gale Dekarios' mask.

If you don't know what Masking is- a quick definition for ya-

Neurodivergent masking refers to the practice of concealing or suppressing aspects of one's neurodivergent traits or conditions, in order to fit in with the norms of the workplace or society.

Let's begin at the beginning-

Gale as a child would have been insufferable. He was a prodigy, yes, but also clearly lacked proper consequences for his actions (his punishment for Blackstaff hijinks in his first year? Writing lines. HE OPENED A PORTAL TO LIMBO AND ALMOST DIED). This may be due to Mystra's influence, even if it was indirect, but there's no faster way to alienate a child from their peers than to both mark them as Very Special and let them get away with everything. Gale's magical education likely left his social education lacking.

As Gale's also mentioned that he was a prodigy, and was using 4th level spells (summon elemental) when he was living at home (at least part of the time), he may even have been younger than his fellow first year apprentice wizards when he was admitted- further isolating him. He specifically says he was a child when he, uh, "borrowed" the blackstaff- we just don't know how old Blackstaff first years tend to be.

Also, from Gale's story about the Blackstaff, he seemed to be attending Wizard Boarding School (he wanted to get to the first year dorms). So he was not only set apart from his peers, he had to live in a dorm with them.

To navigate this difficult social situation, Gale Dekarios becomes Gale of Waterdeep- he starts Masking. He puts on his Wizard Suit and acts the way Wizards should, because those are the Wizard Rules.

For an example of these Wizard Rules- the closest equivalent we have to Pre-Folly Gale would probably be Lorroakan - and Lorroakan is a great example of Wizard Language and Wizard Rules. Yes, Lorroakan is an absolute shitweasel, but let's consider him an extreme example- pre-folly Gale turned up to 15. Heck, he even does the little ☝️ when you speak to him (Gale does it better bro, sorry).

Elminster is also a good example- he's almost allergic to just saying something straight out until he absolutely has to, but he'll dance around the point repeatedly. A trait Gale shows before he reveals the orb:

Gale. Seriously. He'd get you a birthday present and make five billion hints about it, I swear. But again- that's How Fancy Wizards Talk in this canon. And Gale does it excellently.

Gale masking also explains how his Wizard Rizz and his loneliness coexist. Gale of Waterdeep has a practiced tongue and has totally had sex with mortals. Gale Dekarios, on the other hand, is stuck inside Gale of Waterdeep like that little alien in Men in Black.

The Wizard of Waterdeep can only facilitate shallow connections because there's nothing behind the Thesaurus Vocabulary. The confidence he projects is essentially an illusion, but it's one he relies on to navigate his world. He's isolated by default- as you grow closer, he admits this:

Note how he says Tara was "always" telling him to get mortal friends- we know that Gale conjured Tara when he was young. Assuming that he's not exaggerating to an exponential degree, we can assume that Gale's never really had a friendship based on actual mutual appreciation- more that any connections he had were entirely due to his magical ability and proximity to Mystra.

Thus while he may not be a virgin on the physical plane, I doubt that his experiences were in any way personal or meaningful.

We know Gale's a romantic at heart- but again, he cannot remove the mask. From personal experience, masking can often lead you to do things you don't quite "get" because it's what "normal" people do.

Although it could be explained by scripting limitations, I would have expected any meaningful romantic encounters to be mentioned- especially as you directly ask him if you're his first mortal partner. Gale is an expert at oversharing- I would consider it in-character for him to ramble about his first mortal love before realising that he's cramming his foot into his mouth and shutting up (similar to the "Mystra once took the tiniest piece of weave and-" scene).

Again, without further info from Gale's writers, we've got space to play in- my personal feeling is that Gale has had hookups, most likely with his wizarding peers, but as he didn't let his peers see beyond the Wizard of Waterdeep, anything more than casual just wouldn't happen. He couldn't let anyone close enough to get behind the mask, especially not another wizard- as other wizards are those he's most trying to blend in with.

Enter Mystra (Derogatory) + a lil more Lorroakan (Derogatory)

A minor sidetrack here- part of why I tend to see Gale as early-mid 30s is to do with the Mystra timeline and my own personal experiences. So- firstly, as BG3 is set in 1492. Mystra was slain (aw yeah) in 1385, which started The Spellplague, but she was restored (boo, hiss, we were fine without her) in 1480. So there's about 12ish years where Mystra was, y'know, alive and able to interact with Gale. Gale spent one of those years with the orb, and before that he had to go and find the orb. So let's say he and Mystra spent about a decade together, from teacher > lover.

I've already expounded about why I think Mystra doesn't give a single shit about Gale in my previous GaleRant- my basic thoughts are that Mystra's relationship with Gale was a form of damage control to prevent him becoming Karsus 2.0, but as she didn't actually care enough about him to get to know him, her plans actually made him more likely to go all Netherese Magic.

We're going to hop back to Lorroakan for a sec. Again, he proves to be a good analogue for Gale. Lorroakan has been in residence at Ramazith's Tower for about 10 years- even though context clues show us that he's definitely not up to Gale's standard, so we'll assume he's probably a little bit older than our Child Prodigy- and he's definately less of a go-getter, seeing as how he's paying folks to go get the Nightsong instead of doing it himself. The big baby.

Lorroakan is important because he demonstrates the sort of shit egotistical wizards do when they aren't distracted by Mystra's blue sparkly tits. Again, a minor assumption that he's maybe a little older than Gale- he has taken ownership of a famous Wizard's Tower, absolutely upped his PR game to Kardashian tier over a decade, and now he's trying to find the Nightsong. Is it just me, or is there HUBRIS in the air?

Now, back to Gale. We know he was trying to prove himself from childhood. Elementals, Tara, The Blackstaff- and, frankly, does he seem like the kind of guy to leave it at that? I doubt it- hence why I peg him at early-mid 30s, depending on when Mystra tried the Godly equivalent of danging keys in front of a cat. I reckon he'd have dashed into some sort of cataclysmic bullshittery as soon as he graduated from Wizard School. And we know he probably became a full-fledged wizard early, given that he's a smart lil guy.

HOWEVER, back to my actual point about Gale's general social life/etc- Gale absolutely lacks real-world experience.

I'm not talking him hanging out in the Yawning Portal. I'm talking his actual, prolonged exposure to the world outside of Wizard Life.

(Yes, it is absolutely possible that he spent however-long just quietly studying for Wizard in between him becoming a full wizard and his exile, but! With age comes exposure- and Gale is actually a fairly adventurous lil dweeb. He's curious- and again, had he been given true freedom, he probably would be off gathering eldritch relics and causing havok)

My main point, though, is that a major point of Gale's entire plot is that he is being forcibly unmasked by the circumstances he's in- and this is in many ways the catalyst for late-game stuff.

Gale's primary conflict isn't truly against Mystra, because let's be real- Mystra doesn't give much of a shit about him one way or another. I'm not even convinced that she cares about The Absolute- I think she just doesn't want to go through the hassle of dying again, and she doesn't respect Gale enough to even consider a way to actually communicate with him about it.

Gale's arc is a struggle between Gale of Waterdeep and Gale Dekarios- and Gale coming to terms with himself as a person. Not as a wizard. Not as a prodigy. Not as anything special- just a man.

You see it in the language he uses- he goes from speaking in monologues to telling you to stop licking the damn thing!

You see it in his emotional range expanding- when you yoink him from the portal, he's immediately cheery! You could whack him in a faculty party and he'd probably behave in the exact same way- and then the night before Moonrise he's terrified. He even becomes more honest in his aspirations- yes, he still dresses it up to be persuasive, but he doesn't try to play it cool. He's absolutely geeking out about it alongside everything else.

Gale of Waterdeep demands a lot to be maintained, and it's a comforting outfit to wear. He slips, but the beauty in the story is that you can take Gale Dekarios by the hand and show him that he can be mortal. He can feel pain and greed and desire, disgust and shame and sadness, and it isn't a bad thing. He can be confident for real, and not as camouflage- he can be horny on main and as long as it's genuine, he's absolutely rockin' it.

And as someone who was and is going through it, it's made me appreciate him immensely.

[blushblushbear]

Hellooooo! 👋

Thank you again for taking my previous request with the immortal x reincarnation Headcannons 🥺 I forever love that trope to death

I enjoy seeing others Headcannons for the guys💖 thus why i’m requesting another Headcannons for once again, the Kitsunes

Since it’s December 👀 do you think you could come up with some Headcannons for what the three Kits would do on Christmas?

Like Aki trying to trap Santa for example🥺

SO! 👏

A quick history lesson to preface this! (Which I had to google, these fox idiots and fan fics involving them have me googling so much lately)

While Christmas first appeared in Japan in the 16th century, it wasn't widely celebrated until the Meiji Era (1868-1912)

If we take their release date as the canon date for things (so they got foxified 200 years prior to their release) that means they got turned into foxes around 1823, aka the Edo Period

So yeah, they have been foxes for the whole of christmas being a major/regular thing in japan and also being kitsune probably did not even celebrate it cause it might be competition???? (would they bro out with Jesus or try and fist fight him in a parking lot?????? surely not on the dude's birthday! No one is that cruel)

but yeah, it's safe to say their christmas this year (or maybe in 2023 cause they WERE released on December 5th, how quickly did you unfox them??) with you is like---- their first christmas EVER

ALSO SPEAKING OF CHRISTMAS IN JAPAN

it's considered a couples' holiday-- or at least one you spend with friends at a party or something

sooooo with that being said

Aki:

ya know originally when you said he'd try to catch santa I was like 'nah' but then I thought about it and like

actually you're so right??

he totally would though

at least he would try

is he gonna ransom santa??

beat him up???

strike some kind of deal for presents???

JUST VIBE WITH THE DUDE????

even he's not sure, he's gonna see how it goes

I think he's very santa focused until he hears that christmas is a couple's holiday

then his gears shift so so fast

and don't even get me STARTED about after he heard about mistletoe

his santa trap plans become you trap plans so quickly

and all of them end with you kissing him

also he heard there's cake and fried chicken and frankly

he thought all this was really silly when he first heard it but it's low key one of his favorite holidays now

Haru:

Hoe hoe hoe

okay but no LISTEN

there's this saying that the most sex in japan is happening on christmas or something to that tune

so like

Haru has known about this holiday for a while

he's actually the only one who knew about it before hand

though his views on it are very like-----

in a horny japanese way

he only knows it as the go to a party and getting laid holiday

which fair

but yeah

his views on things sort of change a little now that he's got his powers back and is not stuck in fox mode for the first time during this holiday

well-- his views haven't changed but the mood has for him

he's still wanting to take you out and wine and dine you and also end up back at one of your places

but 1) it's more romantic to him now than just a fun lay like it would've been before you

and 2) frankly this is just his usual m.o. just more christmas flavored

it's like a pre-valentine's day as far as he's concerned

aka another excuse to take you out, show you off, give you a good time then end the night with some alone time back at your place <3

Fuyu:

The oldest and most shinto-y of the bunch, he's the most taken aback by this holiday

he doesn't hate it or anything but he does see it as humans doing kooky human things

but you've opened him up to a lot of new experiences recently so ya know what??

alright!

let's go out and have a modern little christmas date

it's different but it could be fun!

and it is fun actually

he tries a lot of new things and he actually has a good amount of fun with you

it's very much a cute little sweet christmas date

he tries fried chicken for the first time

well, okay--- yakitori exists but my understanding is that that's more grilled, and tempura exists but that's sort of different to like------- KFC style deep fried shit

he's def had stuff like it but not like---- KFC ya know????

he likes it fine

lil greasy for his taste but it's nice for a treat

but yeah it's mostly just a pleasant little date, you and him just kinda enjoying the sights and sounds together in this new world that he refused to partake in for so long

and it def ends with a christmas cake

and maybe you showing him mistletoe

aaaand maybe telling him about the spike in spicy times if you feel so inclined ;3

[mai-mai-lim]

"What do you wish for?"

An all-dialogue birthday work for Ashley Jang.

A/N: yup, i am.... very late on this. It was supposed to post a week around her actual birthday (July 20th) and what day is it today? ... yeahhhh

and because im actually proud, here's the post that only has the artworks.

--- “Saengil chukha hamnidaaa~”

“Happy birthday Hye-chun! Make a wish yea? What do you want?”

“I-i want-”

“Shh, dont say it out loud, or else your wish wont come true!”

“Alright, do it like this. Close your eyes and say your wish, not out loud. And then blow it all out.”

“You did it!!! Now we can eat the cake!!”

“Yaaayy!! Cake time!!”

"Alright, here give these to the elders first, these should be enough.”

“Oh look who’s coming for the cake!! So eager, its not your turn yet, Seung-jae.”

“Aw.”

“Auntie!! Have a cake!”

“Its alright, you can give it to Seung-jae.”

“Bleh, he has to wait! Mama said so!”

“Hey!!!”

“Haha, kids these days…”

--- “Do you like your lunch here?”

“I love it!! I’ve never been to a buffet here before. It’s quite nice!”

“Glad you love it. Also, we ordered a slice of red velvet cake for you. Happy birthday my girl.”

*gasps* "Thank you!!”

“So do you wanna make a wish? I mean, we can ask for a candle-”

“No need, I can just wish in my heart and just, eat the cake you know?”

“Oh yes yes. Haha, you are growing up, don’t feel like doing that anymore isnt it?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Hm? What’s wrong, dear? Are you ok?”

“Oh, it’s just…, I was thinking of the old times back then. There was a time when Uncle Ethan brought us to the island for my birthday years ago! It was really fun.”

“That was years ago? Time sure flew fast… ” 

(How long… did the accident happen? Hold on, this year is… oh. They were gone… for more than a year…)

“...I, I actually miss them, it’s just not the same anymore…”

“Y-yeah, I miss them too.”

“*sighs* let’s not think about that today, alright?”

“Sorry, I sort of brought down the mood on my own day.”

“No no, dear, you didn’t. It’s understandable. Come on, the cake’s not gonna get eaten by itself, no?”

--- “Heeeeeeyyyy!! Happy 21st Birthday Ashley!!!”

“There it is, the magic number!! Now can fully do whatever you want liao!”

“Whoa, you guys…”

“21 leh! I see people always make 21 years old extra special one, so we also made it like this for you, with balloons, deco, food, also matcha cake, one of your favourites!”

“T-thank you.”

“Wait, actually back in your home, you are considered 22 is it? Must be confusing.”

“I mean, I’m studying here, may as well follow how you guys count.”

“Well, fair enough. Also I just noticed you got your hair dyed! Looks pretty!”

“Thanks, been wanting to do that for a while.”

“So, any wishes you made?”

“I dunno man, I just wanna survive another school year, then it’s off to… wherever we go after grad-”

“Shush!! Too early to think bout the future! Let’s just celebrate your day, afterwards we go for karaoke, k?”

“It’s more like, are we gonna stay in touch after grad?”

“Like I said, it’s too early to think that! Course I hope we stay in touch, but who knows?”

“Ok ok fine, soooo, I heard karaoke just now~”

“The cake can wait then, let’s go!!!”

--- “Hey, you guys actually know Ashley’s birthday is coming up soon?”

“Wait really? Huh, never knew that. She didn't really tell anyone that.”

“Ooo, why dont we gave her a lil’ surprise then?”

“And that’s what im thinking about! Let’s start planning…”

- “Haaaaaaaaaappy birthday girlypop!!”

“Heard today is your special day, gurl! We planned this few days ago just to give ya the best of the best!”

“... oh my god…”

“Yup, I asked around and got your favorite cake flavor too!”

“Red velvet, eh, I guess it’s alright…”

“*whispers* He found it from the finest cake shop and stole it.”

“What the- Don’t tell her that!!!”

“There are also presents given from some of us who couldn't come, but they wished ya too."

"I... I didn't expect this, all of this really. T-thank you, all of you..."

"Aw, don't mention it! You are one of the coolest people I met here, may as well returning the favor. By the way, did you wish for something?"

"Bet it's gonna be loads of plushies- ow, hey!!"

"Uh you are completely wrong. I'm not telling you all then."

"BOOOOOO"

. . .

(Besides, that wish had already came true, and they are right in front of me.)

---

Formatted text for whose speaking: Pink - Ashley, Blue - Seungjae, Orange - Brutus, Green - Cameron, Non-colored text in part 4 - Jinjer

[sanaxo-o]

We can’t be friends (Kevin Moon)

Warnings/genre: ah well lovers to strangers, misunderstandings, angst, hurt comfort at the end ig? Not proofread so let me know if there should be any corrections. Plz let me know if more warnings or anything should be here.

Word count: 1,340

Sana: I am back (only for a while lmao) and I present you my first ever Kevin Moon fic which I am slightly proud about. I had to write on we can’t be friends because yes. Like the song is just so SHSHSHDJD it’d be a crime if I did not do anything considering I am known (I like to believe that) for my fics which are inspired by songs. My all time favourite beta reader izzy is not available so no proofread because yas 👏. And a huge thanks to @mosviqu bar for making the banner despite it getting on her nerves. Love you loads mwah.

Tagging: @mosviqu @kimsohn @cloverdaisies

@o-onikix @quaissants @deoboyznet

🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸

Date: March 30th 2024

Sitting in the corner of the room you stare at all the people mingling with each other, laughing and giggling as if everything is normal and going oh so well in their lives when in fact it’s crumbling apart.

Taking a sip of the beer which was almost over you look around the room once again when your eyes meet his, staring at you from across the room.

You could feel your heart beating again, the way it started beating loudly made you scared, not because you feared him but because you feared yourself.

You swore to yourself that you had moved on from him. After everything you both went through, you thought it’s better if you stayed just as friends but you yourself knew that you both cannot be friends.

Every passing second of the day made you loathe him more, not because he was your ex but because he just decided to give up on your relationship just like that when you decided it was the end.

Keeping the can of bear on the nearest table you found you grabbed your coat and walked away from there. Not being able to sit there and act as if everything was alright when it in fact was not. You knew it was not, he knew it was not.

Date: March 20th 2024

Sitting on the bed you hold the necklace in your hand as you take in a deep breath. You hated arguing with him, in fact you hated when you would snap at each other simply because you both would bottle up your feelings.

The countless misunderstandings you both went through meant nothing at this point when your whole relationship is tearing apart like this.

“What’s the point?” You hear Kevin mumble briefly as he sits up from his lying position and places his head in his hands.

You could feel your heart breaking when you heard his voice for the first time ever since the argument you both had in the living.

You muster up the courage and strength to speak as you let out the words which were oh so irritating for someone in his shoes because of the obliviousness “What do you mean?”

You close your eyes when you hear Kevin let out a scoff, “You know what I mean, this is not working out. Whatever we have going on, none of it is working out. We can pretend that it’s all fine but deep down you know nothing is. Let’s stop wasting each other's time and just..end it.” Kevin says that as he stands up from the bed and grabs his coat to walk out of the room.

“Can we still be friends?” You ask him, halting in his steps Kevin turns around and lets out a small sigh when he sees your expectant eyes which were now filled with tears threatening to fall down and roll down your cheeks.

“We can’t be friends..” he says as he leaves the room and slams the door of your house shut.

You sit there in silence as you look around the room, on this very bed you celebrated your 20th birthday with him.

“We can’t be friends, but I’d just like to pretend…” you mumble to yourself as you bring your legs to your chest and let your tears fall down.

Date: March 30th 2024

Time: 12:47 PM

Walking down the street you hug yourself closer as you look up at the sky, it was empty which made you smile but it had no feelings.

You stop walking when you hear footsteps behind you, turning your head you could feel your face stiffening when you see Kevin running in your direction.

“Are you going back home?” He says once he is in front of you. Giving him a single nod you start walking again, not being able to stare at him for another second.

Walking in silence you stare at the ground while kicking the stones on the sidewalk. Taking in a deep breath you look up at Kevin who was walking beside you.

In his words he just wanted to make sure you reached home safely. Hence, the reason he decided to accompany you.

“Do you regret it?” You ask suddenly. You notice Kevin stopping in his tracks for a moment only to walk again as he tries to act nonchalant.

“Regret what?” He asks softly as he looks down at you, his eyes looking like daydreams. You still remember how you always felt seen and heard at night.

For you night is when you can finally be yourself, you don’t have to hide yourself anymore.

“Us breaking up…”

Letting out a deep breath Kevin looks at you with a small smile as he holds your hand guides you towards the end of the footpath to sit down on the ground.

“We needed to put an end to our story Y/N…I did not want to continue feeding on the monstrous fire which was increasing day by day. It’s difficult, yeah…but that’s the best for us.” He says softly as he holds your hands in hid for comfort.

“It’s hard. Really hard. I don’t know how you’re acting all fine..” you tell him as you pull your hand away from him.

“I am not fine if that’s what you’re wondering. I tell myself countless times to just wait for you to come back but then I was the one who broke up with you. I wish we could still be friends but I cannot get myself to do it. I cannot pretend to be your friend when I know I want more than that.” He says as he lets out a small sob.

“I can wait for you. I can wait for your love, I can do that..” you say as you try to stop yourself from crying over this again.

Shaking his head he lets your hand go as he stands up and helps you stand up.

“Can I just say one thing?” You say softly, your words coming out slurred as the alcohol starts getting to you. Giving you a small nod he helps you walk towards your house, “Know that you made me the happiest person when we were together. I couldn’t ask for more than what we had…it feels like you left me hanging by myself but I know I would have to move on and let this story die.”

You say everything in one go as you cough and hiccup. You notice Kevin opening his mouth to speak again but you stop him by putting your finger up telling him that you want to continue and that you’re not done yet, “For now, it’s only me but…but I’d like to pretend that we’re still friends, okay?” You say as you look at him with your expectant eyes.

“Okay…whatever you say..” he says softly as he looks down at your shining eyes which were staring back up at him. “Maybe that’s all you need to move on from me..” he says, mostly to himself but you catch onto it but he doubts you’d remember all this in the morning tomorrow.

Reaching your door steps he helps you stand straight as he looks through your bag to find your keys.

“You keep on clinging to your papers and pens, yeah?” You say softly in a joking manner as you enter the house and slam the door shut on his face.

Letting out a small chuckle Kevin looks at your door as he takes a step back, stuffing his hands in his pockets he takes a one last look at your door and walks away.

That’s an end to a story then, something which was bittersweet. There are some moments he wishes he could forget all together but most of them are the ones he cherishes the most and that’s what matters to him.

You guys maybe strangers to each other now but the time you both spent as lovers was some of the most valuable ones.

🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸

[ang3lfory0u]

~ shh ~ (Carl grimes x fem!reader)

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I love Carl sm it’s not even funny 🪐

It’s rlly short sorry abt that and it isn’t proof read-sue me 💋

Carl grimes x fem!reader

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Stripes of daylight pouring through the bars of the windows decorated the cell walls, also making the girl squint as it shone in her eyes. Carl slightly chuckled at this, admiring the way his partner's face scrunched in annoyance.

She smiled In confusion, “what?”

The boy shook his head, “nothin just admiring you.”

The two were sat facing each other on Carls bed which was positioned against the war right next to the door that was currently shut for privacy.

Y/n grinned, “isn’t that sweet. C’mere.”

She draped her arms around Carl’s shoulders, pulling him closer to her and connecting their lips. Carl reciprocated, cupping her jaw with his pale hands to deepen the kiss. Y/n smiled at his action, sighing happily as he guided her onto his lap. Her legs tightened around his waist, making him groan slightly, pulling away. She chased his lips, still smiling.

“Don’t do that.” His tone deepened.

“And why’s that love?” She teased

The boy rolled his eyes and smiled, “you know damn well.”

Reconnecting their lips, he moved one of hands to her right thigh, squeezing slightly. “God you’re so amazing.” He didn’t move his lips away as he spoke so neither did she.

“Yeah well, anything for you.”

They didn’t stop, completely soaking each other in, enjoying the time they spent together. Even in a world that was far from perfect, they both saw each other as such, and for them that was enough.

This continued for some time before someone swinging the door open caused the two to disconnect their lips, turning to face the sound. Their stood Rick, shaking his head in disapproval with his arms crossed. The pair both had smiles tugging at their mouths, trying not to burst into laughter. This just made Rick roll his eyes.

“Really?” Is all he managed to say.

“Really” Carl nodded.

“Use protection for heavens sake-can’t afford another kid runnin around.”

That sentence made the pair break out I to laughter, catching her breath Y/n huffed out, “I wouldn’t worry about that Rick.”

The man sighed, “well I would-I’ll be back” He walked out of the room, shutting the door aggressively behind him.

The girl turned back to face her lover, beaming in amusement. “Well”

Carl’s dazed eyes met hers, “He won’t be back, trust me”

He pulled her back towards him, this time falling back on the bed with a gentle thud, allowing her to straddle his hips. His hands snuck under her risen up shirt and cupped her ribcage, rubbing slow circles into her exposed skin. Y/n’s hands however tangled themselves in Carl’s dark hair. She loved that hair, soft and framed his face so perfectly, she begged him not to cut it, and he’d do anything for her so it stayed long.

“Oh for fucks sake.” A male voice rung out, surprisingly the two, a great deal considering Carl practically flung Y/n off of him, making her hit the wall with a grunt. Carl immediately apologised and felt her head for any bruise, sighing with relief when he found nothing.

“Prick.” Y/n mumbled.

“Sorry Darling.” The boy murmured back, pecking her lips.

A cough caught the twos attention, remembering Rick was present the two looked over to see him holding up a packet of what appeared to be condoms. They both looked at Rick and then each other, grins rising on their faces.

“I know you’re laughing but I really don’t want you knocking Y/n up.” He snapped.

“Wouldn’t give him the chance sir.” Y/n Smirked, earning a glare from Carl. Catching his eye, she just winked in response.

Rick lost out an unexpected chuckle, “Just take them, alight? Better safe than sorry ey?”

He tossed them at the bed, them landing in Y/n’s lap, before walking out the room for a final time.

The girl picked up the packet, dangling them infront of the boys face teasingly, “there ya go my love, happy birthday.”

A sour expression was present on Carl’s face, “my birthdays in June.”

Y/n hummed, “I know I know, happy Valentine’s Day then.”

“It’s September.” The boy chuckled.

“Shhh.” She pushed her lips against his to shut him up.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Happy birthday love!! (Or belated birthday)🩷🩷

Satoru gojo, funny, "You landed in jail how?" (Maybe featuring nanami)

Ryomen sukuna, funny, "You look really thirsty, have you considered drinking water?" 🌶

Whichever sparks your interest 🩷

thank you so much!!! 💙💙💙 For this one, I went with the Gojo Nanami request, only because another person gave the exact request for Ryomen (Which, Is coming I swear!) Also, because the idea of Gojo bailing Nanami of all people out of jail is so funny to me.

Now Presenting...

Starring: Nanami Kento and Satoru Gojo

“Come on Satoru, pick up..” You muttered softly, nervously tapping your own shoulder. “I only get one of these..” The ringing of the phone seemed to go on forever, until finally,

“Hello?” Satoru answered, though, questioned is the better verb to use here. The man was more confused than a boomer trying to use twitter.

“Hey, Gojo! How ya doing? I hope I didn’t wake you.” You laughed nervously, trying to ease our way into what you were about to say.

“Y/n why the fuck are you in jail?” He asked, passing at least half of his confusion onto you.

“Wait, how did you know I was in holding?!” you asked, pulling the bottom of the receiver close to your face and stepping closer to the phone booth, as if sharing a secret.

“The operator told me the call was coming from the prison, I had to accept the charges.” He informed you. Oh.

“Huh, I didn’t know it did that.” You admitted.

“That's why they asked you to say your name Y/n. so they could tell me who was calling from, ya know, jail.” Oh. 

“Is that why they had me say my name? I thought it was so they had a record of it to prove I got my call.” Which, is not a bad theory to be fair!

“You’re so drunk.” Satoru almost laughed, starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together. 

“Yes I am!” You proudly announced, “And I have to pee really bad, there is no bathroom here, just a toilet. You should come get me. Fast.”

“You want me to come bail you out?” Satoru chuckled, finally starting to wake up, “With what money?”

“The money from the bail fund you keep for when shit like this happens!”

“I regret telling you about that, you know. It wasn’t an invitation to get locked up!”

“If it’s not an invitation, then why have it?” You challenged. Satoru shook his head even though you couldn't see it. He was grinning though. He knew who his friends were. 

“Whatever. I’m going to call Nanami and pick him up on the way, he’s probably the guy you want dealing with the cops.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it! Kento is here with me!” You cheerfully announced. 

“Hi Satoru!” Nanami yelled in the background from the holding cell. Gojo expected a lot of things when he got the inevitable ‘I’m in jail’ call from you, but a Nanami Kento guest appearance was not one of those things.

“What?! Why is Nanami there?!” 

“He punched a cop.”

“He what?!”

“He. Puched. A. Cop.” You said, loudly and slowly, being sure to enunciate every word. Sometimes you really had to spell it out for the strongest. “Hey Satoru, I gotta go- this pig is oinking at me to get back in the cell-”

“Wait, I-”

“Byyyeee!! Please come soon!” You sang, the line going dead before Gojo could answer any of the questions he had. Kento Nanami Punched a fucking cop?!

🚨🚨🚨

“Are you here to pick up the two drunkards!?” A particularly stressed cop asked as Satoru walked into the station, startling him out of the script he was writing for this encounter. 

“Um…Probably?” Gojo asked.

“Thank god.” The policeman exhaled, scrambling to grab out the bail paperwork for you and Nanami, “They haven’t shut up since they got here. The blonde one keeps trying to unionize the other inmates, and the other one keeps offering doughnuts in exchange for freedom.” Yep, those were Gojos' friends. Is this what it was like to be the responsible one? He hated it, Kento could keep this job. As Satoru finished up the paperwork, the tired bastard from behind the counter went to retrieve his two delinquents.

“For the last time, you can not unionize prison inmates!” Gojo could hear the arguing before he saw anyone’s faces.

“That union busting and it’s illegal.” Nanami said, “But, I’m not surprised. Cops break the law all the time.”

“Yea, what he said!” You added, “Keep this up and piggy wont get a doughnut!”

“I don’t even like doughnuts!” The cop snapped, “I have a gluten intolerance!” 

“Weakling,” Nanami scoffed as the three came around the corner, “How are you going to be ruined by a protein? Just tolerate it.” Satoru noticed a darkening bruise on Kentos cheek, and a cut on your lip. Jesus, what happened?

“Gojo!!” You yelled happily as you saw your friend, running into his arms. “My heroine!” 

“Yea, I think you mean Hero,” Satoru quickly corrected you, not wanting any of the feds to get the wrong idea. “Come on, let’s get you to the car.” He said, giving you a quick hug in return before ushering you and Nanami to the car. 

“Can we go to Ihop?” You asked as you crawled into the front seat.

“Sure, as soon as you guys tell me what happened.” Satoru said as he started the car.

“We got arrested.” Nanami said as he buckled up. Gojo rolled his eyes. 

“You landed in jail, how?” Satoru clarified. 

“Oh, easy!” You laughed, “Kento and I went out for a drink after our mission, and some guy thought it would be a good idea to try and get handsy with me. So we got handsy back!” You smiled.

“He called me a Ken doll!” Nanami snapped, “A ken doll! I am very clearly a barbie!”

“Buddy, I don’t think that was the insult you were supposed to take from that.” Satoru giggled.

“What else could he have ment?”

“He was calling you dickless Kento.” He explained. You could see the math flashing and flying before Nanami's eyes as he tried to process the words coming out of his friend's mouth. He finally shook his head.

“No, I don’t think he was trying to fuck me.” He said. You nodded in agreement.

“Yea, he definitely had homophobic vibes.” You added. 

“No, that's-You know what? It doesn’t matter, let's go to Ihop.” Gojo shook his head. He just wanted to get some carbs into his drunken friends, and thankfully they seemed to want the same thing, as they howled in joy at the idea.

[a-rainbow-girl-detective]

A Trio of Bat-Bags

If you followed me for my writing, you may have noticed a distinct lack of progress lately, despite a public promise to attempt more consistency with updates. There are a few reasons for that—work is exhausting, school is exhausting, my mental health is constantly in a general state of unhealthiness—but recently, there has also been another reason: I’ve been crafting! I have a pretty awesome sewing project I’ll be showing off soon for Cassandra Cain week, but in the meantime, I wanted to share three bat-themed bags I’ve finished.

All of these bags were made using free patterns, all of which also provided detailed photo tutorials of the bag-making process. If you’re a beginner sewist and need a little more hand-holding than you get with a traditional pattern (which I certainly appreciate!), then these are all excellent options. I had a lot of fun making them, and while there’s one I certainly won’t be making again any time soon, I have no reservations about recommending any of the patterns. So, with that being said…let’s take a look!

Project 1: The Mini Bat-Pack | From So Sew Easy

Link: https://so-sew-easy.com/small-backpack-pattern-for-smaller-budgets

My bag: This mini backpack was a birthday present for my Batman-loving older sister! The lining is made of the same fabric I used to make her dog a bandanna a few months back, so she and her pup can match. Originally, I was going to make the outer layer of this bag out of some black vinyl I got from the discount bin at Joann’s, but ultimately, I decided to use some black canvas I had instead. I’m glad I did, because I made way more mistakes than the vinyl would have tolerated! The canvas was much more forgiving of my constant seam-ripping. I made the inner lining and bias tape binding out of quilting cotton, and used 1” webbing for the straps. I chose not to add the small inner pocket, but I did add the optional extra lining pocket. Overall, it turned out really well!  

The pattern: This pattern has an advantage over the other two patterns I’ve mentioned here—in addition to the extremely-detailed picture tutorial, it also has a video tutorial! Being able to see how each step was performed was incredibly helpful. The only pattern modification I made was to the applied pocket on the outside of the bag; as written, it’s unlined, which I don’t really care for. It wasn’t hard to add a lining (although I had to use bright yellow fabric, since I’d run out of the Batman print, haha), but it is a bit of an extra challenge if you’re a beginner, so keep that in mind. There is one minor typo in the pattern—when you cut out the gusset piece, the pattern says to cut out only one, but you’ll need to cut two.

Would I make this pattern again? Dear Lord in heaven, absolutely not. Don’t get me wrong—the pattern is great, the instructions are clear, the finished product is lovely…but this was so fiddly, and not in a way I found enjoyable. Sewing on the front pocket was a very slow and precise task that I simply did not have the patience for. This project also reminded me how much I hate bias tape binding—hate making it, hate pinning it, hate sewing it. Absolutely no fault of the pattern or the bag itself; this just isn’t the kind of project I find fun.

The size: Rather than record the bag’s dimensions, which I think are available on the pattern page anyway, I chose to report on the more important statistics for each bag: how many comic books does it hold? Since this is a mini backpack, it didn’t quite fit a standard-sized comic book, and even my YA-sized comics (which measure about 6 x 9 inches) would have been a very tight fit…but it does fit several kid-sized comics (like Marvel Adventure or DC Comics for Everyone, which measure about 5.5 x 8 inches), which I consider a win!

Does Duke Thomas approve of this bag? Why, yes. Yes, he does.

Project 2: The Fanny* Bat-Bag | From Mindy Makes

Link: https://mindymakes.com/fanny-pack-sewing-pattern

*Yes, I know what “fanny” means outside the US, and yes, I am twelve years old at heart and find this amusing. No, I am not going to call it a “bum bag.” It’s a fanny pack. Interpret as you will.

My bag: This is the third fanny pack I’ve made using this pattern! This one was for my little brother, who is also a big Bat-fan. Having used up all my black canvas on the previous bag, I used black quilting cotton with iron-on interfacing for the outer layer of this bag, with an unlined Batman quilting cotton for the lining. I really like how it turned out, but I do wish I’d used sturdier interfacing. As you might be able to see from the pictures, the bag is kind of floppy, without much structure—it still functions perfectly well as a bag, but I think it’d look a little better if the outer fabric were a little thicker.

The pattern: No video tutorial in this pattern, but honestly, it doesn’t need it—the photo instructions are more than enough! Every step is documented in perfect detail, with additional diagrams and guidelines overlaid on top of the photos when necessary for extra clarity. I can’t say enough good things about this pattern; it’s truly professional-quality. One thing to note: finishing the lining requires hand sewing. I love hand sewing, personally, but if you don't (or if you have mobility issues that make it difficult/painful), this might not be the pattern for you.

Would I make this pattern again? Heck yeah! Like I said above, this was my third go at this pattern (the previous iterations include a Captain America pack for my older sister and a Ninja Turtles pack for one of my younger sisters), and it won’t be my last. I was actually going to make a Haikyuu-themed pack for my other younger sister for Christmas, but the pattern on the fabric I ordered was a little larger than I was expecting, and I didn’t think it would look quite right, so I used it to make her a skirt instead. (It’s a cool skirt. It has pockets!) Anyways, yes. I will definitely make this again!

The size: Sadly, as a fanny pack, this bag is most suited to holding a phone and wallet, and not much else. It’s too small for comics…but it does fit the novelization of The Death of Superman, in which Bruce spends the entirety of Clark’s funeral skulking about on the outskirts of the ceremony, telling crooks who want to take advantage of the distraction that they should be ashamed of themselves, so, that counts for something, right?

Does Duke Thomas approve of this bag? For sure!

Project 3: The OG Bat-Bag | From Fort Worth Fabric Studio

Link: https://fortworthfabricstudio.blogspot.com/2017/04/posy-pocket-tote-tutorial.html

My bag: Even though I’ve listed it last here, this was actually the first of these bags that I made! These initial pictures are from when it was brand-new; now, around a year later, it’s slightly dingier, but otherwise no worse for the wear, having survived being carted to and from work hundreds of times, filled to the brim with everything from books to food to art supplies, and tossed in the washing machine and dryer whenever it started to smell! I used quilting cotton for all parts, along with some very thick sew-in interfacing for the body. I also added a layer of flannel to the inside of the straps to make them extra padded. The stitching is quite wonky in places (straightness has never been my forte, in any area of life), but it’s held up beautifully. This is the best bag I own. I love it so much.

The pattern: No patterns to print and cut out here—this bag is made entirely from rectangles, and the stitching is all straight lines! The tutorial is extremely clear and in-depth. The hardest part of the pattern is the welted pockets, but the instructions explain everything you need to do. Just take it slow, and you’ll be cranking these out in no time!

Would I make this pattern again? I have literally lost count of how many times I’ve made this pattern. It’s my go-to for any gifting situation. I’ve made one for two of my sisters. I’ve made one for my grandmother. I’ve made one for an aunt who I see maybe once a year, just because I could. I will make dozens more of this bag. It's a great bag.

The size: *slaps side of bag* You can fit SO many comics in this bad boy. Seriously…

It holds kids’ comics.

It holds YA comics.

It holds full-sized trade comics.

It holds them all at the same time.

But even that is severely underselling just how much space this bag has. To better illustrate, let me introduce you to the largest book I own. It’s Marvel Squirrel Girl Omnibus, and it is an absolute unit. I’m pretty sure it could kill a man if used as a projectile weapon. You can see it here among all my other, normal-sized comic book trades (plus a Duke for scale).

Not only does Marvel’s Squirrel Girl Omnibus fit…

…it fits with room to spare!

Seriously. Best bag ever.

Does Duke Thomas approve of this bag? He gets to high-five a bat while sitting in the pocket, of course he approves!

I hope you've enjoyed my summary of the making of three bat-bags. Tune in next week, same Bat-time, same Bat-channel, for my Cassandra Cain sewing project, aka the second-best thing I've ever made! (First-best being the above bat-bag, because seriously. Nothing will ever top that.)

[evolnoomym]

hello hello hello!

💌 birthday bash ask here for you. so, you requested one of each so, I’ve linked them 🌝 hehehe.

which pedro boy would you ask to make you a birthday cake, what flavour and how well would they do? (any images in mind, is appreciated)

now, when it comes to the clean up, do you help? does things get messy, and if there’s frosting, where oh where are you eating that off their body or equally yours.

hehehe, lots of love @undercoverpena aka birthday jo

I’ve finally gotten around to answering so here we go :

I would of course ask my favorite Joel Miller to bake me a birthday cake 🎂

In my opinion Joel’s not the most advanced baker, sure he can cook me a good meal but baking is not for him. However for me he’ll try his best. Since he knows which cakes I like he picks the one he can’t fuck up too bad, a simple chocolate cake and after going over the recipe a million times (and even considering to ask Maria for help) he completely, on his own, without too many problems bakes the cake.

His decorating skills are also not too great but he doesn’t let that discourage him. Once the cake has cooled down he smears Vanilla cream cheese frosting allllllll over it and then with light pink frosting writes a sweet message on the cake. Here I present the end product to you 😅🩷

Now we get to the second part :

It’s close to 8pm when you get home from spending all day with your girlfriends celebrating your birthday. Those lunatics practically kidnapped you earlier, dragging you from one activity to the next and all that was partially a ploy so your wonderful boyfriend Joel Miller could have enough time to bake you a cake.

He put so much sweat, energy and love in to baking you that much loved chocolate cake you swoon about every time Maria decided to make it for party’s. He got the recipe earlier in the week and spend almost every day studying the instructions as if it was the most important test of his life. Which, let’s be real, it was. Joel was nervous about your reaction to the finished creation, but if this present flops he has one other option, something you too love devouring as if it’s your last meal.

When Joel hears the car of your friends screech to a stop outside, he starts to get really nervous. The seconds before you enter the house feel like hours. He wipes his clammy hands on the jeans fabric of his pants just as you enter the kitchen.

“Hiiiii Baby wha-….” You don’t get to finish the sentence instead you kinda gasp like a fish out of water. Your eyes frantically scan the kitchen from top to bottom.

“Oh my god, Joel….What did you do to the kitchen?” Before you even have the chance to freak out about the state of the kitchen, he tugs you out of said one and pushes you towards the dining room table, where his masterpiece was sitting waiting for you, the birthday girl, to come home.

Immediately the emotions switch from being upset at the mess to sheer overwhelming joy. Not once before did a partner ever did something so sweet and mindful for you. Joel and you have only been dating for 6 months and this is the first birthday you spend together. Clearly he wanted to make it a memorable day.

Joel stands by your side fishing out a lighter from his pockets to light the single candle resting in the upper half of the cake.

Once he does that he leans in close to whisper “It’s Maria’s recipe, the chocolate cake ya love so much. Happy birthday sweet girl” pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“Joel this-….this is way too much I lov-“ you scrunch up your eyebrows and tilt your head away from Joel’s. Then after a moment you turn to look him in the eyes. “Did you really write that on my birthday cake?” Pointing a finger toward the pink letters. Seems you did not read what was written on it before, due to being so stunned by the gesture. “Well it’s true, you do make me smile and superrrrr horny. I mean look at ya sweetheart how could I not write that.” He’s nervous until the angelic sounding giggling from your lips makes him return his eyes to your face, which now looks quite amused. “Ah very funny, ya lucky it’s your birthday today otherwise I’d have to punish you for being a lil bratty girl huh?” That send a shiver up your spine, Joel knew exactly what that sentence combined with his deep Texas drawl would do to you.

“Hmmmm let’s see, how bout that, huh?” You swipe one finger through the white frosting Joel seemed to have spread on the cake and wipe that on the top of his prominent nose. You were so quick that he couldn’t even react fast enough. “Ohohhhh Baby ya did not just do that, did ya?” You could tell he slowly got more riled up. “Don’t worry Daddy I’ll clean my mess up.” With that you lean up to gently suck the frost off of his nose. “Hmmmm Vanilla, my favorite flavor, well second favorite” you say winking at him. Joel did not think that this could turn him on as much as it did. “Fuck sweetheart blow the candles out, so ya can unpack the biggest present waiting for ya.” You did as instructed and then glanced down at his crotch, the growing bulge in his jeans looked almost painful. Flicking your eyes up to his you asked “Do you have more of that frosting?” Joel’s expression turns curious at that “I do, whatta ya want with that?”. A mischievous smile grazes your lips “Well since I’m the birthday girl, I want to enjoy some more frosting with my second present.” Joel’s breath hitches at that, his throbbing cock perking up more and more at those filthy prompts falling from your lips. “Hmm sounds good, but how bout we make it even better?” At that you just nod so he continues “I’d love to lick some sweet cream off of ya gorgeous tits and then eat that juice pussy, how bout that Angel?” You are speechless the two of you play this game so well.

“You got yourself a deal Miller, now take me to bed and show me that big present.”

I ignored the cleaning up part, sorry, but my man would not have me clean up his mess, at least not that kinda mess 😏😌

[dreadsuitsamus]

Jubilee | Renji Abarai x Reader |

author's note: this is an au where renji is a mechanic and reader is his secretary/bookkeeper. i plan to do an overall larger story with this au, and will likely consider this fic 'canon' to that one when it's released lol. but i love this idea and had to write something quick for it, and it's lightly inspired by an outing with my friends the other night 🩷

pairing: renji abarai x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, modern au

The sound of the door between the garage and the office area alerts you to your mechanic's presence, eyes quickly flitting to check the time— around his usual time for a snack, so you expect to soon see him with a bag of popcorn as he sits in his usual seat at the edge of your desk. But when you hear the jingling of his keys instead of the microwave popcorn popping, all sense of time and the world as you know it shatters. This man, while not strict about routine at all, has always naturally followed the same way day in and day out.

Renji appears before your desk, the keys to the building and his car swinging around the ring looped on his index finger. "C'mon, we're closing early today."

Blinking and quickly pinching your thigh to ensure this is real and that you haven't nodded off at the desk again, you perk a brow at your friend and technical boss. "Huh?"

"Gotta clean your ears out." He teases with that handsome smile. "I know everything I tell you goes in one ear and out the other, but clearly some stuff sticks since you apparently didn't hear me. I said, c'mon. Shop's closed the rest of the day."

"But you've still got-" Your hands search for the daily schedule Renji wrote out for himself, and on it it shows he's only got but four of the six oil changes done, not to mention the—

"Hey!" He knocks his knuckles against your wooden desk. "It's fine. Trust me, the work'll still be there tomorrow. Now can you please come on?"

Irritation twinges at your lips, pulling them into a bit of a pout, not that you'd admit that to him and take the chance of him wanting to stay late another day to make up for the short workday. He slips into one of his nice button-up shirts he keeps on standby— his favorite Hawaiian shirt, actually. It's black and the flowers are a mix of white and warm colors, and you've always thought it looks stunning on him.

"What's the occasion?" The question is a hum on your lips while you tidy up the desk and shut down your computer.

"It's the last night of that lil carnival that's in town. I wanna go check it out." Renji says boredly, swinging his keys as he waits for you to finish getting ready to go. "I want you to go with me. My treat."

"Aren't you generous, paying for a lady's three dollar entrance ticket?" You tease and pick up your purse, following him out of the door and waiting as he locks up.

"Turns out 'm not the worst boss after all, eh? I remember birthdays too, punk, so consider this part of your birthday present." He pokes at your forehead with a sly grin, and damn him to hell— you were quite hoping he'd forgotten your upcoming, dreaded thirty-third birthday.

Your lips pull into a pout. "So you're admitting you're the boss here, hm?" Renji always tells customers you're the one in charge and sticks with that mindset even when you're alone, so such a statement from him is odd.

"Just for today. Had to give ya a break." Renji winks, the light from the sun that's just barely starting to set casting a nice glow on him.

Your scoff is light and followed by a warm laugh, and soon you're ducking into one of Renji's many cars. It's his daily driver, nothing fancy or classic or particularly stunning, but it's the only automatic he owns and thus the only one you can actually drive, so it's your favorite by default. "This jubilee happens every year, y'know, and this is the only time you've ever mentioned it outside of complaining about all the traffic it causes."

Renji shrugs, looking far too relaxed as he drives. "I wanna go."

Good enough for me.

The city park is full of people and madness as Renji drives in, swooping into the last miraculously-empty parking spot. And bless his foolishness as he smiles cheekily at the father of five that's fuming in the minivan as he has to make another rotation for an empty spot. You hide a snicker in your hand and walk with Renji to the entrance, watching as he charms the old lady selling the tickets and making her day.

"What?? Six dollars?! You're cleaning me out, missy." He teases, opening his wallet and pulling out the cash for the entry fee. Bless the old woman's heart as she laughs and blushes at Renji's innocent flirting and slaps the two tickets into his hand.

"I think you'd make more money as a stripper for old ladies." You snort and walk with your friend into the carnival, the bright lights from the rides and the smell of greasy food attacking your senses.

"I don't have the rhythm for stripping." Renji laments with a dramatic sigh.

Your giggle is music to Renji's ears as you survey the carnival. The lines are all long and he's not quite sure how he feels about some of these rides— this was put together in a matter of days?? Hell no.

The ferris wheel still looks kind of fun, however…

Renji leads the way to the ride, and after a quick glance back to make sure you're still there, he takes your hand. "Don't go missing on me now!"

The warmth of his hand is just barely hotter than the burn of your cheeks; it's been five years since you met and subsequently started working with Renji at his dingy little auto shop, and you loathe to think about the truth of why you've been single all this time— if that sort of love with your friend was in the cards, it would've happened by now.

Renji, oblivious to your mental plight, finally finds the end of the line to the ferris wheel and staunchly takes his place and quietly dares anyone to try and cut in line. His hand is still firmly holding yours and it's like a switch flicks in his mind with how suddenly he drops it.

"Your hand is oddly soft." You murmur as you begin people watching.

"I keep telling you, WD-40 is the best moisturizer you can use!" Renji insists with a laugh, and you shove him playfully— he knows how much you hate the smell of the degreaser.

The line moves slowly, as expected for a ferris wheel, and it's dark by the time you're loading into your carriage. The breeze is cooler than it has been all day long, and Renji notices your shiver as the ride gets going. "I didn't bring a jacket." He murmurs. "You can use my shirt, if you want."

You shake your head and rub your arms as they litter with goosebumps. "No, it's okay. It's just a little chilly."

"Mm. Well, come here." His leanly muscled, tattooed arm slips around your shoulders and already you feel a certain warmth enveloping you. "Been told I run like a furnace."

"You do."

"Guess that makes me pretty hot, huh?" Renji's smile is full and you just can't help yourself but laugh at his cheesy little joke.

"With all the swearing I hear from that garage and that red hair of yours, you're definitely at least a hothead."

"Ooooh, deserved." The redhead hisses. "I don't try to be, y'know."

"I know. I also know all that effort goes out the window the second you hit your head on a hood."

"Hey, you give it a try and tell me you wouldn't let out a swear or two!" Renji pouts, brow furrowed and he looks so stupid but still so damn cute.

"I don't have any reason to be under a hood— that's what I have you for."

"Damn right." He's smug now, the bozo. He squeezes you tighter to his side, running his hand up and down your arm a few times. "You feel okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." He's so warm, and damn that fancy cologne of his, the one that cost him more than one of his tattoo sessions. It's essentially been designed to set every nerve of yours alight and fill your chest with a pounding urge to pounce on the poor mechanic that just wanted to smell nice.

"Good." He mutters lowly, his thumb swiping across your chilly skin.

The ferris wheel is filled up eventually, and you get maybe five rotations before a sudden stop, the LED lighting on the sides of each carriage going out as well. Renji groans, louder than the other voices in the midst of the outage, and looks down at the ground and tilts the carriage enough to make your heart skip a terrifying beat. Before you can even think twice you're grabbing the back of his shirt and tugging him closer to you.

"We are all the way at the top! Do not tilt this fucking thing!"

"Scaredy-cat." Is all Renji responds with, the bastard.

"Shut up!" You hiss, and Renji finally settles in as someone down below alerts you through a megaphone that the fireworks show is about to begin, and that they've had to pause the ride.

"Well look at that. We got the best seat in the house." Your mechanic settles in, pulling you close to his warm side as the show begins.

And truly, it's worth being stuck at the top of the ride. The lights are fantastically bright, the shapes and pops and booms all backed by a playlist full of some of your personal favorite bops and classics. Renji smiles as you sing along, and finds himself looking at you more than the show, not that you notice his watchful eyes.

Renji carefully slips his phone from his pocket and snaps a few photos, and by the time he takes the last picture you've caught on long enough to smile for the camera. And that's as long as your interest lasts as the finale starts up, but Renji's too busy setting the perfect picture as his phone's wallpaper to witness it.

His heart warms when you meet his eyes just as the last few fireworks go off, and his cheeks flush red at the gentle, brief touch of your lips to his cheek. "Thank you for the birthday present, Renji."

He makes sure to bring you to the local event and do the same thing each and every year after, if for nothing other than your sweet kiss.