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mister-qi · 9 days

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Mr. Qi Friendship and Romance Mod: 4/19 Progress Update

It's a working title, I'm trying to come up with something less wordy that still will pop up in Nexus searches.

I wanted to be able to track my progress, mainly for myself, but if you're curious, this is the state of the mod right now:

Writing:

Heart Events - the 2 heart event is fully written (with blocking directions), and the 6, 8, and 10 heart events are outlined. The 4 heart cutscene currently has me a bit stumped; I have ideas, but nothing concrete yet. I definitely now understand why Sam's 4 heart cutscene is him dropping an egg. 14 hearts is on the back-burner as a little treat to myself once I get further into things.

Generic Daily Dialogues - about 1/3 done, probably the highest priority for writing. I'm leaving his vanilla casino dialogue as the two heart dialogue, and the vanilla Walnut Room dialogue as his four heart dialogue, with a few small changes. And, since it's me, I have more marriage dialogue written than anything else...

Day-Specific Dialogues - very few written, lower priority. Hoping to have a lot of these made eventually, and I have plenty of ideas, but they aren't necessary for the core of the mod so they're on the back-burner for now.

Gift Dialogues - all 5 generic gift response dialogues are written, with an additional 22 dialogue lines for specific items/groups of items. I'm also up to around item 530 in figuring out what item corresponds to which dialogue/whether or not he likes it. Certain item groups, like cooked food, still need more lines, however. This is definitely something that should be low priority, but also something I'm really enjoying working on. Some personal favorites so far are-

[if given a fish (hated)]: "Eugh, it's all slimy..."

[if given a legendary fish (disliked)]: "If you must give me one of the rarest fish in the valley, can you at least wrap it so I don't have to touch it with my bare hands?"

And I think that's pretty funny.

Art

Portraits - 3 new portraits finished: "deep frown" "glint" and "glasses-less". I'll probably be messing with "glasses-less" for a looong while; it's first shown at a dramatic moment so it needs to look good. Blushing portraits are next on the docket.

Here's "glint" btw, with a background thrown on so I can have a custom icon. You know I gotta make him do the anime glasses thing a few times.

Sprites - no progress yet. Walk cycle is up next after I finish the blushing portraits. Did you know he doesn't have a walk cycle at all? [1.6 spoilers] in the cheated Summit cutscene where he attacks(?) you, he literally just slides at you very fast. Anyways, I may also change his map sprite a bit as well, since it was drawn to match his old portrait and doesn't actually have the same color scheme as his sprites. Note to self: is it possible to make the sparkles on his outfit prismatic?

Maps - no progress yet. The 6 heart and 10 heart cutscenes both require custom maps, with the 6 heart one being a fully custom asset. 10 heart recycles some existing assets but will still need some custom stuff done as well.

Misc Sprites - in my head, there's a dream version of the 8 heart cutscene that has so, so many unique sprites. Like an incredible amount of stuff. I think it'll kick ass, but also that sequence could be done with a few lines of text. So, for now, it's low priority. But maybe in a few months I'll put out a request for help.

Implementation

Not totally sure how to split this into sections yet, as I'm very much still in the preliminary stages so far. To say that I'm feeling overwhelmed is an understatement; documentation on the wiki swings wildly between "an asset is a file in a video game" and "this is an advanced tutorial. Read these 4 other pages first before continuing."

I've started using Ms. Coriel's NPC Creator which has been good for setting up the basic file structure, but ultimately doesn't cover some of the more complex stuff I want to do. EDIT: Turns out it's completely outdated for 1.6! Had to throw out a bit of work, but I still learned from it so it's fiiine.

I think setting up his "schedule" will be a challenge, in that I don't actually want him to have a real schedule like most NPCs. Not to pull back the curtain too much here, but I want him to "exist" in both the Casino and the Walnut Room simultaneously, which is to say, he does not exist in two places at once in the narrative, just in the code. This will change after marriage, however.

My next goal is to set up placeholder cutscenes for each of the heart events, and then to implement the generic daily dialogues once those are finished.

Final Notes

God, this will be a work in progress for a while, but I'm enjoying it! Definitely enjoying the writing more than anything else, but hey, that's how it be. I've got around 70 lines of dialogue written, a bit of art done, and I've started learning how to actually get stuff in game. I've always been more of a designer than a coder, but it's getting there!

ADDITIONALLY I've decided that if I abandon this project for more than 8 months, anyone is welcome to request my work so far and use it for their own mod. If this blog hasn't posted in a long while, feel free to send me an ask or message! I may say no, however.

Ultimately, I want this mod to exist in some fashion. While there is an existing one, I have a pretty different take on the character and I want to share it with you all! Every line of dialogue, every heart event, every little detail needs to share something interesting about a character and their world. Yet, Mr. Qi is a mysterious guy, and I think some things should be left up to player interpretation. And I think it's crucial to be able to match his tone and voice to the vanilla game, while also expanding on his characterization. It's a fun challenge to write, and I hope the finished product, uh, well I hope it gets finished mostly, but I think it'll be pretty good.

Thanks for reading all this. This is largely just a stream of consciousness for myself, but I hope it's...interesting, or something?

#MQFAR #sure we'll say thats an acronym #mister qi #mr qi #sdv modding #rambles

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justagayperson-2024 · 2 months

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Sub!Hermione Granger x Dom!Reader

~Reader helps Hermione get off in the library~ GN!Reader

The library was its usual quiet self, with the sound of quills scratching on parchment paper and the flipping of book pages being the only noises you could hear. I sat in the corner of the library with Hogwarts's most esteemed nerd, Hermione Granger. She diligently scribbled her essay down on the parchment as I watched her with admiration and lust. Hermione looked up at me and blushed softly, "What are you looking at sweetie." Now it was my turn to blush. Her little pet names for me never failed to make me blush like a 12-year-old. I smirked at her and shook my head, "Oh nothing I just love watching you study and do homework." I said honestly. Her blush intensified and she tried hiding her face with her hair. I moved it behind her ear and gently cupped her chin, making her look at me. "Don't hide from me beautiful, you look so lovely when you blush," I whispered moving closer to her lips. A faint whimper escaped her rosy lips as mine ghosted over hers. I stopped millimetres from her lips then pulled away, "Oh I am sorry darling I don't want to distract you from your homework." I said sitting back in my seat and going back to reading my book. Hermione pouted and moved her chair closer to mine. "Please Y/n, kiss me." She begged quietly. Her hand rested on my knee and she looked into my eyes. Her pretty brown eyes looked at me with a neediness I'd never seen from Hermione. I looked around and noticed no one was around us so I swiftly maneuverer her onto my lap. Hermione gasped and squealed softly, "You need to stay quiet honey, there are still people at the other end of the Library yeah." I said gently squeezing her thigh. She nodded and crashed her lips into mine. Her neediness was overwhelming in the best way possible. She fervently kissed me while grinding her hips into mine earning a soft moan from me. I grabbed her hips and moved her onto my thigh, "Is my darling needy huh?" I asked moving her clothed pussy against my thigh softly. She bit her lip and nodded, trying to keep her moans quiet. I moved her hips at a painfully slow pace making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure to her clothed clit. Hermione buried her face into my neck in an attempt to quiet her noises. I softly chuckled as she began moving quicker, "Oh honey you want to cum?" I whispered in her ear, moving her hair to expose her beautiful neck. I peppered kisses from her ear down her neck leaving small bites now and then, littering her pretty neck in pretty marks. She moaned louder and I smacked her thigh gently, "You need to stay quiet honey or you don't get to cum." Hermione nodded quickly and moved faster against my thigh. I knew she was getting close so I let her get herself off on my thigh. She looked so pretty like this, face flushed, hair a mess, neck covered in marks made by me. "God the things I am going to do to you tonight my dove, I'm going to have you screaming my name." I whispered in her ear earning me a 'yes daddy' moan from her. Gods she is perfect. "Daddy I'm so close fuck please," Hermione whispered/moaned not so quietly. I ignored her loudness and moved her hips faster. "Good girl, cum on daddy's thigh you can do it my little dove," I said sweetly lifting her chin and making her look at me. I always love it when she looks at me as she cums. My words sent her over the edge and her eyes rolled back into her head as she came on my thigh. "Y/n oh god!" She moaned falling onto my shoulder. Her breath was heavy as she rode out her high. I slowly guided her hips off my thigh and sat her at the edge of the desk. "Was that okay my love?" I asked already knowing the answer. She nodded weakly and clung to my shirt. "Come now my dove let's get you to bed." I waved my wand and our stuff was in our bags neatly. I grabbed the bags and carried her bridal style out of the library earning some confused looks.

#hermione granger x reader #hermione granger imagine #hermione granger fanfiction #sub!character #dom!reader #harry potter #smut

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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PLATONIC YANDERE AVENGERS HEADCANONS

You'll most definitely be spoiled rotten with the avengers since they tend to baby you A LOT! And unfortunately for you, that also means no doing dangerous stuff and no going on missions with them or even entering the kitchen for that matter since who knows WHAT sort of dangerous items you could injure yourself with there

They're like your very own personal body guards and they've all formed a schedule who gets to spend time with you on what days and everything. Sometimes it even ends up in fights since they ALL want to spend time with you lol, but be glad that another Civil War doesn't take place. They'll cuddle you and you'll be suffocated with their presence that it might be a bit overwhelming for you at times

They're like over protective parents who'll always be proud of every little thing you do. Be it you getting an A grade in school or even beating someone's high score in a video game for that matter, no matter how small of big your achievement might be, they'll still congratulate you. Wanda likes making delicious goodies for you and Steve might help her at times. Natasha's more like the cool rebellic badass aunt who'll break people's bones if they mess with you. Steve and Tony are the over protective dads and Peter's the one who always makes sure you're safe wherever you go and as for Thor and Bruce, they're the lenient and chill laid back fun uncles that ensure you have a good time around them. Clint's the 'I'm a softie to you but a badass to others' kinda guy

One thing I can guarantee you is that you won't be getting any 'me time' and kiss your privacy goodbye since it's gonna fly out of the window with them around. Like seriously, they won't let you have an inch and ounce of privacy and someone or the other's gonna be around you or clinging to you. I can see Tony, Natasha, Steve and Clint and Scott inserting themselves into your personal life and understanding how you're doing in school. Someone bullied you yesterday? Oh don't worry darling, the Avengers are gonna take care of them. Someone confessed their feelings to you and you don't know how to react? No worries, just enjoy some Ben and Jerry's ice cream and no need to worry about telling that person how you feel about them since they won't be showing up to school the next day, that's for sure

#platonic yandere avengers #platonic yandere avengers x reader #platonic yandere avengers scenarios #platonic yandere avengers headcanons #platonic yandere avengers oneshots #platonic yandere avengers imagines #yandere avengers #yandere avengers x reader #yandere avengers oneshots #yandere marvel characters oneshots #yandere marvel characters x reader #yandere marvel characters #yandere mcu x reader #platonic dark avengers #platonic dark avengers x reader

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deblklesb · 11 months

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I'm always thinking about waking up next to abby

leaving kisses on her freckled back, on her shoulders, her arms, her half-open mouth 😔

honestly I would gladly hump her ass too

morning pee? ❌️ morning hump? ✅️

oh to wake up next to Abby Anderson 💭💭😔😔🥺🥺🤤🤤 (sorry for the delay anon, it turned out to be a drabble 🥺)

[CW: established relationship, somno (they talk about it, though), fluffy, they're oh so in love and living together, (MDNI)]

Sunlight makes you squirm a little bit, even though the window is behind you and it's linda early in the morning. The sleepiness still creeps into you, but you can't go back to your dreamland, got a lot of stuff to do today.

Still, looking at your girlfriend's back you think that keeping in bed a little bit longer is okay, right?

Her freckled, bare skin calls for your touch. You press light kisses there, fingers crawling softly from her lower-back to the side of her body, caressing with so much devotion.

It feels so good to wake up next to her, knowing she's okay, she's with you, she's safe. Sometimes it's just overwhelming to go day by day scared of what could happen to her during patrols, and you know she feels the same. Chest aching so tightly everytime one has to leave without the other, concern messing with your head; but right now, you're just happy you can wake up next to her.

Filled with glee and comfort, you kept kissing her back and strong shoulders. Your hand slipped to her abdomen and then you felt her holding it.

"Morning, sweet girl", her voice sounded so good even though she just woke up. You smile against her muscles, kisses going up her shoulder to her neck. "Woke up extra clingy?"

"I'm just thinking how much I love you", you whisper against her ear, seeing the smirk on her lips. She gets all blushed with your words and you find it so cute. "Good morning, love"

"What did I did to deserve this amazing greeting?", she turns, laying on her back and pulling you to get on top of her. Her sleepy face is so cute, you just want to fill her with endless kisses.

"Well, first, you are an amazing woman. So strong, helpful to others, who cares about people. And so, so skilled. You're also the best. The most pretty woman in the whole world. And also makes me cum a lot", you kiss her at each topic, having her chuckling and holding you by the waist. "And you're so smart. And I love you a lot", you finish with inumerous pecks on her lips.

She smiles lazily, caressing your sides.

"I love you too, babe. So much", she murmurs, looking at you so attentively that it makes you realize again how lucky you were for having her.

The days you both are in a hurry, the morning kisses are brief or distributed along the routine while you're dressing to go eat. You'll be kissing in the shower, picking clothes, before leaving the dorm.

There are mornings coated in heat and desire. Once you talked about it, the conversation was calm and careful to boundaries, and in the end you both agreed on giving free access to each other if in your sleep. So from there on, sometimes you wake up with her hand between your legs or on your tits, her mouth giving you wet kisses along your skin while she takes your scarce sleeping clothes.

When you're too worked up and being the big spoon... You can't resist but to hump her ass or thighs. She wakes up in the middle of the process, chuckling and grabbing your leg, enjoying your small moans and whimpers due to the sensations. It's lazy and fueled by the sudden desire that creeps into you seconds after you open your eyes, warm core and needy, foggy mind.

"Someone woke up ready for me", she said once, turning around as soon as you reach the climax. "You must be extra wet right now...", her addicted kisses on your neck makes you squirm, body sensitive but oh, so welcoming to her.

"Dreamed about you", you whisper, easy smile after that high.

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indigosmug · 9 months

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Miles!1610

Seems like the type of guy to ask to go karaoke with whether it's platonic or romantic, but still mess it up because he thinks he remembers the lyrics, but then asks you to tag in for him since he thinks you probably know the lyrics better than him.

Miles!1610

Seems like the type of guy to be so nervous after your first kiss, not like he's blushing and smiling like a dumbass, I mean shaking, making random noises, barking even, frothinf at the mouth type ash. (and maybe also threw up in his own mouth after it -)

Miles!42

Seems like the type of guy to be stoic in front of everyone, but once he's alone, he's one of the most nerdiest nerd to ever in the nerdverse, or he's just one of those people that become increasingly louder a goofy once he gets used and close to you.

Miles!42

Most people said he's like a baker and type guy or like a cook, so maybe if, like, your his really close friend or significant other he'll go out of his way to make little treats for you throughout the weeks and months. Every once in a while unless you have a really bad sweet tooth. (he also keeps in mind what you like, sweet, salty, bitter, etc.)

Pavitr!50101B

Is like the type of guy to keep random stuff on hand, like bandaids, pads, hairclips, hairties, achohol wipes, etc. Etc. Like I have no idea where he keeps them but he always is like loaded on random stuff he could also have like small snacks - KitKats, Reeces, actual chocolate bars, small bags of goldfish/Cheeze-itz, maybe sometimes fruit. (His auntie cuts it for him <3)

Pavitr!50101B

Is like the type of person to keep his phone STRAPPED, he probably has like 10293864 books filled with memories, (Polaroids, dried flowers, old snack wrappers, maybe song lyrics from your guys favorite song,) He maybe also takes like scenic pictures of his favorite thing of the day, clouds, the sun, the grass, flowers, animals, etc. He also seems like the type of guy to have little notes written in the memory books, like what shop he went to right next to picture, or place where he went that day (he has a little diary,)

Hobie!138

Seems like the type of guy to play his music really loud to catch people's attention (maybe specifically yours) He likes you complaining about the noise just so he can play it a bit louder, just if he even gets the chance to talk to because he has gotten his interest piqued by your outfit, personality, hair, (if you have any -) maybe even the way you walk. Once he seems like it's enough, he'll be happy enough to turn it down

Hobie!138

Seems like the type to give you his guitar pick, whether it's as a friend or significant other, he likes giving you them because you say that they're pretty, and he gives you so many that you can make a necklace out of them, he might even give you some other things of his like jacket, sticker, gems, trinkets, etc. He finds it as his love language (gift giving -)

Gwen!65

Seems like the type of person to show you how to play the drums as a way of love or trust, whether it's a friend or a significant other. They seem like they would also play them out of emotional outbursts (like seen in the beginning of the movie). Might also give you her drumsticks if they are on the on the literal verge of breaking. ( it doesn't matter to them if you fix them or just keep them just like that)

Gwen!65

Seems like the type of person to show you all of their secret hiding spots when them and their dad into agruments and feels like hiding away, or when they just genuinely get overwhelmed from everyone trying to murder the infamous spiderwoman, they like having you around as a way of comfort, (yk since after Peter got absolutely demolished -)

All original writing rights go to Indigosmug. Do not share onto other apps without permission or credits.

Please suggest more things that I could either write or tell me if I should write posts more like this.

#hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #across the spiderverse #gwen stacy #spider gwen #atsv gwen #miles morales #miles molares #miles atsv #miles 42 #pavitr prabhakar #spiderverse pavitr #atsv pavitr

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jsraven7 · 2 months

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Gods and Signs

I’ve seen a lot of people and posts lately talking about signs from the Gods, and saw a lot of it around when I first started up. Especially on things like witchtok. So let’s talk about it! Warning, this is my personal opinion and how I have been taught over the years.

Any God can give a sign to any person. But there are diverging paths with signs.

First, I wanted to talk about what retains the biggest focus on Godly signs that I’ve seen, and that’s witchcraft. In my practice and experience, working with a God and worshipping them are two different things (though not exclusive! I do both all of the time). I believe you need absolutely no signs or communication to worship a God. Definitely not. What would be the point in that? They accept worship from everyone!

But, it’s a little different when working with a God. Working with a God is something that comes with a lot of witchcraft practices, and is also prevalent in some people’s worship (not all, though). When you wish to work directly with a God, it is polite and rite of passage to reach out to the God, or send out an intention that you wish for Them to reach out to you. You will either receive signs or you won’t—it can be as small as getting overwhelming thoughts of working with Them, or as big as Them sending Their sacred animal to you.

You cannot make a God work with you, so if you do not get a sign or confirmation, most people will just continue on.

Now, that being said, in terms of worship you absolutely do not need a sign. Signs can absolutely be given! But you do not need one to worship a God. If that helps any beginners in their stress over receiving signs.

Witchtok has made a huge deal over receiving signs, and that has panicked/stressed a lot of beginners. In fact, witchtok makes a huge deal out of a lot of stuff to do with the Gods that freaks beginners out a bit. I would know, I was one of them. But you only need to worry about signs in regards to whether you should start something when you are attempting to establish a working relationship with the God or want to incorporate Them into a craft.

All that being said, this is just how I was taught and my belief, so some things I’ve said may be outdated or different than others’ beliefs. But I just wanted to provide a little breathing room for the new Hellenic Polytheists I’ve seen around getting nervous about signs. Everything is okay! Breathe! I know a lot of people can make things seem strict or scary, but I promise you as long as you’re respectful, it’s very hard to really mess up or anger anyone.

Rambling over, but I am always open to questions from beginners who are nervous. I was not given a space to ask questions at the beginning of my practice, and that caused a lot of stress, panic, and errors. I am a firm believer in researching for yourself, but sometimes we just need that human connection, and someone with experience to just tell us we aren’t fucking up. I want to be that space, since I did not have one. I will answer whatever I can.

Khairete 🖤

Edit, because I forgot to state this: I don’t really have a problem with witchtok. I’m still on there a lot of the time. There’s just a weird trend with some things on witchtok when it comes to Gods/Deity work. Not trying to cause any fights!

#hellenic polytheism #helpol #paganism #deity worship #hellenic worship #corvid thoughts #hellenic pagan

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drunktuesdays · 6 months

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Trick or treat! I'm so in love with Auld Lang Syne, I still think about it all the time. Is there a headcanon or deleted line or some kind of behind the scenes tidbit you can share? :)

[auld lang syne]

first of all, i LOVE that you still love it. that makes me SO happy to hear!!!

i don't think we ended up deleting anything--@annakovsky and I honestly were incredibly tight and focused about it. Part of it was that we were doing a take off of the movie, so we knew what the end was going to be, and roughly about how much time we needed to cover before we got there.

i think the main headcanon we've discussed that obviously couldn't have made it into the story is how bizarre jim's life is about to become in the real world.

you have to picture like, okay, he got his heart smashed by his best friend and the love of his life, yeah. but it's been a number of years, and he's moved on, kinda. he's an adult. he's still wrestling, he's dated a bit. messed around. it's not like he's been withering in dustin's absence. and then dustin explodes back into his life, absolutely ferociously determined to be a good boyfriend. old dustin would have never come to his family's christmas dinner, or if he did--would maybe have made a big joke of it. but this dustin is politely making small talk with annoying aunt ellen, not even darting rescue me eyes at jim. and when jim goes over anyway, dustin just slides a big heavy arm around jim's shoulder and tugs him close, and continues answering the same question about whether he knows the rock.

dustin kind of looks like he wants to be invited to stay over, that night, but jim's not prepared to squeeze into the full bed in the guest room with the squeaky springs. instead, he tells dustin he'll text when he gets back to town, and dustin says okay, but doesn't wait. texts a picture of his dog in a reindeer costume the next morning. asks a question about jim's job. follows jim on every social media. it's just--overwhelming. good, but you know, disorienting. they go get dinner and end up sitting at the table until the restaurant closes, and then jim does invite dustin up. and somehow--dustin doesn't leave after that. jim knows dustin has an apartment of his own, a nicer one, actually. he bullied dustin into them staying there a few times but dustin just makes a face about it. says he just likes jim's normal NoLibs apartment better. jim gives up and moves his stuff around to give dustin half the dresser.

then of course, jim finds a ring in one of dustin's drawer. dustin catches him finding it, and then doesn't even have the decency to seem embarrassed about it. "well i didn't ask you yet, did i?" dustin says when jim shrilly reminds him they've been dating for three months. when jim asks him when he is planning to ask, dustin smirks infuriatingly, and says "when you're gonna say yes."

it's just--the dustin who broke his heart seemed to resent anyone he had to lean on. anyone who wanted to lean on him. jim had been careful not to ask for too much or expect too much from dustin. he'd known it was a mistake that night, when he--horny and worked up--had pushed the condom out of dustin's hand. said "it's not like either of us are ever with anyone else." he'd known even before dustin reared back, his face blank and unreadable, that it was a mistake.

but this dustin, new dustin, newoldnew dustin, seems so comfortable with jim, with jim's life. he's not shying back or wiggling free of any presumption jim makes. just to test him, jim asks dustin to come to an employee appreciation party at work, and dustin puts on a nice sweater and goes.

it's crazy. it's insane. it's wild. and the craziest thing is--jim is pretty sure when dustin does ask, jim's gonna say yes.

#trick or treat meme #my work #auld lang syne #wrestling #feel free to keep sending me trick or treat requests

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cutelittleriot · 3 months

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Return to origin chapter 9

Sorry for a short chapter but Branch has a tail now horray! Now time for Poppy to get whacked with the angst stick.

Branch groans as he wakes up.

What happened to him the last thing he rembered was......pain......so much pain.....he doesn't even remember ever being in that much pain ever in his life.

He was doing as ok as he could but when all of sudden the pain had just skyrocketed in one go and he could hear himself screaming and while he was screaming he could hear his own bones crunch and snap and all of that. He would have taken a look but all that pain and screaming just took it out of him and he must have passed out.

There is only a slight ache in his legs now but he could move them now without having horrible pain being his reward for moving them so that's good.

Looking around he sees that Poppy is still asleep although it looks like she had some trouble sleeping if the messed up sleeping bag was any indicator.

Quietly he grabs his robe and gets out from bed when two things happen at once.

He is greeted with a dull ache at the base of his spine. He also looses his balance for some reason like there was somethingnwrong with his.....legs.

Luckily he manages to land back onto his bed. Trying again he tries to walk but is having a very difficult time to walk like something wasn't right so he has to lean on the wall for support as he makes his way out to get a better look at himself. Turning on the light in his bunker he couldn't believe his eyes.

"My legs.....what happened to my legs?!" He quietly exclaims not wanting to wake up Poppy. Gone were his normal straight legs like all trolls well most trolls have and instead were now digigrade shaped like a....a animal.

"Why" He asks himself as his ears lower in sadness. Why does this have to happen to him? Doesn't he get enough bad stuff dealt to him in life already?

Sighing he knows he has to learn to walk with these new legs of his. He keeps trying for 10 minutes and each attempt has him falling on his butt which also gives him a sharp jolt of pain at the base of his spine.

What was he doing wrong? He has been trying to walk like he would normally. Wait maybe that's the problem he shouldn't walk like he had normal feet anymore. Thinking of animals with feet similar to his new ones he begins to try and walk putting more weight on just around his pawpads mostly leaving his heels off the ground.

To his delight it works and he is finally able to take a few steps without falling. Still something feels wrong with the way he walks like something was missing but he can't guess what. Deciding to take a break for now he heads to his couch to relax and maybe yo see what was causing him so much pain on his spine. Along with pain it also feels like pressure is there like something was building up getting ready to be released that's the only way he could describe the sensation.

Laying down on his stomach as when he lays on his back or just sitting in general hurts he feels around where the pain is he stops when he feels a small lump. When he touches it can you guess what happens? Yep he is rewarded with pain!

"Can't I touch something without it hurting me?!" Branch was really starting to get sick of this. Going to the bathroom he takes a better look and it's just a small lump barely bigger than one of his pawpads. It's the same color as his fur so it shouldn't be noticeable as it's covered up by his shorts.

Sighing he isn't in the mood to cook anything right now he will if Poppy wants some when she wakes up but right now he just wants to lay down on the couch and be left alone and maybe nap a bit he doesn't know with all the stuff that's been going on he just feels overwhelmed.

Laying on his side he decides to get out the notebook he was working on and get to writing. He might have gone into great detail about the last stage he went through but it's needed. No troll should ever go through that pain. He remembers that Poppy is going to go through that exact same agony tomorrow he needs to be ready for it.

While writing the pressure that was at the base of his spine finally releases and he let's out a sigh of relief that it's gone when all of a sudden.

*Riiiip*

Ears perked up at the sound of ripping fabric he quickly reaches back only to fell something that was soft and fluffy and it was.....moving? Why could he feel his paw grabbing whatever it was that he was grabbing?!

He scrambles to the bathroom falling a few times still getting used to his new legs he looks around and has to do a double take to see if he was seeing was correct. He even washes his eyes with water and looks again and yep it was still there.

'Is that a tail?!' He so desperately wants to scream just how much more was he going to change?! It's one thing to have paws now it's another whing to have your legs rearrange their shape but it's a whole other situation when you grow a new appendage!

The tail is small at the moment it is currently wiggling a little as its only the size of one of his fingers. It's teal with black stripes in the middle of it. "Just put me out of my misery now" He groans having a tail is going to be so emberassing. And since the tail still aches he knows it's going to get bigger and longer and he isn't looking forward to it. He tries to move it but since it's so small nothing happens it seems to have a mind of its own.

He decides to just wallow in misery on his couch while writing in his notebook. It's around lunchtime when Poppy finally exits his room rubbing her eyes from sleep. "Hey Branch" She greets not like her usual happy self.

"Hey Poppy" He greets back. She goes over and makes herself a glass of oj. "Are you alright? I mean your not your usual cheery self?" He asks concerned for his girlfriend. "Its just....what I saw happen to you yesterday well.... I....I don't think I will ever be able to erase those sounds or that image in my mind. And that very same thing is going to happen to me tomorrow.I'm scared Branch I really am" She admits.

"You won't need to worry Poppy now that we know what to expect I will help you in whatever way I can I promise you that. I would pinkie promise but well this isn't the best setting for one" He says showing how serious he was.

She gasps at that as Branch doesn't ever make pinkie promises so he truly does mean it. She smiles at how caring he was being to her and she can't believe how lucky she is to have a boyfriend like him.

She looks back down at her feet seeing the pink pawpads that were growing at the moment. She knows tomorrow is the last day she will ever see them the way they are right now.

She heads back over to the couch "So anything new this morning?" She asks him. Before he can answer his traitorous tail makes a appearance by wagging as he looks at his gf. It has grown alot since this morning now it's almost to the back of his knees and it's almost at thick as his arms. He had felt it earlier and it was mostly fluff though.

Poppy gasps and near drops her cup. Her boyfriend now has a tail....he has a tail. He looks at her and it seems her mind is having trouble processing his new limb that he is quickly growing to dislike. "Branch.....you have a tail" Poppy says stating the obvious. "Yes I do" He replies back waiting for he knows what's to come next.

"I thought you having pawpads and paws was cute but this.....this takes the cake!" She says grabbing his tail making him yelp as she accidentally pulls on it just a bit by accident. Turns out his new limb is sensitive at the moment but hopefully with time it won't be as so.

Quickly she let's go apologizing before gently holding it and beginning to pet it. "Oh wow Branch it's so soft" she says amazed as she continues to pet his tail and he will not admit to her that it feels nice when she pets it.

"Wait....that also means I'm getting one! I hope it will be this fluffy!" She says excited for when her tail grows in. She begins to come up with ideas as to how she could style her tail even though they don't know if it will even look like his when it grows in.

As she says ideas he realizes he now has to cut holes in each of his pants to accommodate this new limb of his. Great just great, he gets up and heads to his closet and grabs some scissors along the way. Meanwhile Poppy is back to working on her scrapbook and soon enough all of his pants have holes in them.

After Poppy gets done with her scrapbook chapter she can't decide what to do next and is quickly becoming bored. "Braaaaanch I'm booored" She complains. "There's nothing we can do, you can't leave remember until this transformation situation is over" He reminds her and she just groans. "How about we get ready for tomorrow?" He suggests and she tilts her head confused.

"I mean gets get everything prepared for well...what's going to happen tomorrow. I got some pain medicine to help relieve it..well hopefully and we need to refreeze those icepacks cause they really did help me early on. And we also will need a......makeshift gag. Cause something tells me we are going to need one if my screaming was any indicator as to how bad it is" He explains and she nods.

It takes a few hours but soon they were both prepared for the inevitable onslaught of pain that was headed Poppy's way. They both give eachother a high five at their work and Poppy gives Branch a hug. "Thank you so much for doing for me Branch I really mean it" She thanks him and he return her hug.

"Its no problem you were there for me when I was hurting and now I'm gonna do the same for you" He says and she giggles confusing him. "What?" He asks confused. "Your tail is wagging" She says pointing to the still wagging appendage that now reaches his ankles. The tail as if sensing his anger stops and simple goes flat.

Yep he is going to hate this new limb alot,it shows how he feels all the time and the worst part is that it isn't even prehensile so he can't hold stuff with it! At least he can store stuff in it he found that out after doing some light testing on it so that's a good thing but still! He can only imagine the teasing he is going to get when he returns to the village and they see his new form.

It was getting late so he makes them some dinner and they both head to bed. "Hey Branch?" Poppy asks him. "Yeah?" He replies back. "Again thank you for this tomorrow could not come any faster I swear" Poppy jokes before turning over in her sleeping bag.

Smiling at his girlfriend he lays on his side as his new tail prevents him from sleeping on his back comfortably he tries to sleep he needs to be awake and ready to help Poppy tomorrow.

He soon falls asleep but his dreams are plagues by Poppys screams.

Sorry for a short chapter but Branch has a tail now horray! Now time for Poppy to get whacked with the angst stick.

Branchs tail is basically a raccoon tail only fluffier cause I saw art of him having one and I went yes.

His tail isn't prehensile but it's fluffy enough to where it can be used to store items sort of like trolls hair.

Branchs tail is basically a raccoon tail only fluffier cause I saw art of him having one and I went yes.

His tail isn't prehensile but it's fluffy enough to where it can be used to store items sort of like trolls hair.

Here is what Branch looks like now

#trolls #trolls 2 #branch #poppy #broppy

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jjtheresidentbaby · 16 days

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HI HELLO HI HEARTBREAK HIGH AGERE OMG AAHH

do you have any regressor! Ant headcanons? no pressure if you don’t i’ve just kinda fallen in love with the headcanon hehe

- @beaistiny

Little Ant Vaughn headcanons

a/n: do I have regressor ant headcanons?? do I breathe air!! /lh /j also peep the new missy pfp

warnings: !!season 2 spoilers!!, references to bad parenting, drug use, etc (basically just canon stuff)

his little age can range from baby space to kiddo space, he doesn’t have a preference

baby space usually comes out involuntarily and after something more stressful but can also be used as a way to relax when he needs it

he’s so energetic when in kiddo space oml - always wants to be doing something, playing outside, drawing, dancing, it really doesn’t matter he just wants to be moving and engaging in an activity

to no shock, spider is the first person ant regresses around, back when the trio of ant, spider & dusty was still going strong ant always felt more comfortable with spider so he found it easier to slip around spider

the first time he regressed in front of spider it was not planned and was a bit hectic

spider thought ant was on drugs, ant was overwhelmed as spider desperately tried to “sober him up” by shoving water bottles into his hands and freaking out even more when ant struggled to hold & drink from them (he’s just a lil guy!!)

they figure it out eventually and spider is able to google what age regression is

he might spend too much time on google but sue him that’s his best friend!!

eventually ant becomes more comfortable with his regression and isn’t as secretive about it

dusty is oblivious. but harper & missy & sasha clock him within five seconds

cue three new babysitters!

harper watches over him a lot when she’s dating dusty and then when dusty leaves she keeps up with the schedule

her & spider kind of trade off like divorced parents lol

speaking of ants parents, they suck so bad & he hates being at home in general but especially if he’s regressed

after cash & harper move in together he spends a lot of nights crashing at their place, regressed or not

he has his own designated dresser in Harper’s room, it’s small but holds some extra clothes and any little gear he has

since amerie & malakai are over so much they find out about ants regression and instantly go “omg the babyyyy” and spoil him as much as two broke teenagers can

cash will babysit but he prefers it if darren is at his side while he does, they watch a lot of movies together to avoid any possible chaos without harper or spider around

missy gets back into babysitting regularly when she starts to date spider, they are so good with him & take him on lil kiddo trips

lots of arcade visits, beach trips, going out to get ice cream with some of the others, the aquarium & zoo (which they always invite quinni on)

ant dosent have a lot of little gear but he has some teethers (oral fixation go brr) and fidget toys

stress balls are banned though cause he’ll bite them and pop them open

he has a plethora of fidget spinners and hot wheels and army men that he’s constantly messing around with

he likes things he can easily slip into his pocket and carry around whenever

the sugar tooth this kid has is unmatched

all the candy and sweets are limited when he’s regressed, nobody can really do anything when he’s big tho

loves to make forts in harpers room and set up a mini projector so they can have movie nights

he’s very cuddly in general but especially with harper and spider

spider’s able to carry him around if ant wants and harper is so gentle and soft with him it makes him feel safer than he does with basically anyone else

#jj headcanons #heartbreak high agere #little!ant vaughn #ant vaughn

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smileysuh · 2 years

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citrine

🌙 staring. Jungwoo x afab!reader

🔮 synopsis. life with your surfer boyfriend only ever sees blue skies, and plump lips glisten with the citrine juices of summer

cw/ tw. oral (m/f receiving), sexual eating of oranges, body worship, boob worship, pussy worship, messy sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 3.2k

🍭 aus. surfer au, established relationship, summer aesthetic

☀️ mlist + an. I want this Jungwoo like I want sunshine, always

“God, you can’t keep doing stuff like this,” you groan, ignoring the way the sand shifts under your palms as you push yourself up into a sitting position.

“Oh, sorry,” your soft, surfer lover immediately apologizes, stepping to the side so his shadow no longer covers you.

Momentarily blinded by the sun, you’re forced to cover your eyes with a hand. A laugh bubbles out of your chest, and you swat at Jungwoo’s calf, making contact with skin still sticky from salt spray and sand-

“Not that,” you chastise him jokingly. “You and your orange.”

For three days straight, your boyfriend’s been arriving to the beach with a freshly plucked citrus in hand, and for three days straight, you’ve watched him forget to bring a juicer, and opt to manually squeeze the fruit juice into his mouth instead-

And of course your boyfriend insists on being as messy with the orange as he is with everything-

You watch as the front of his white shirt gets stained orange, drops of intense smelling citrine liquid dripping down his chin-

“Jungwoo-” you whine again, tugging on his shorts-

This time, your boyfriend relents, collapsing onto the beach towel next to you, pressing sticky kisses to your neck.

“What?” he asks. “What am I doing wrong?”

You let out a scream when he sucks on your earlobe, the smell of ocean and oranges overwhelming your senses while one of his large hands cups the back of your head, keeping you where he wants you-

“You can’t keep turning me on like this at the beach,” you whisper, latching onto Jungwoo’s broad shoulders-

“I can’t keep turning you on like this at a public beach,” Jungwoo corrects you, letting out a soft groan while pulling you into his lap. “But what if I told you… I know a place?”

“I see what you mean with the waves,” you admit, waded up to your knees in the water while your boyfriend comes towards you, surfboard in tow.

“Yeah, they’re not great,” Jungwoo says, “but it’s okay, we didn’t really come here for the surfing.”

“No we did not,” you agree, smiling while you take in your athlete lovers chiseled physique. You’d come to this beach, with it’s horrible reputation for surfing, as a way to escape the crowds of people who frequent the places known for big waves.

The little alcove is cute though, if perhaps a bit off the beaten track, and you wonder how many cars would actually be able to handle the horrible gravel road that Jungwoo’s jeep made easy work of… or the way the road became straight sand.

No one is around, just as Jungwoo had assured you, but you’ve taken an hour to get settled at the location, setting up a pretty white duvet in the sand with a picnic while Jungwoo tested out the water-

And now that you’ve been here for an extended amount of time with no disturbances, you’re starting to trust that this is a secluded spot.

The sun is beginning to set, and with every minute that passes, you’re more and more confident that this alcove is exclusively yours, a perfect spot to enjoy some alone time with your big surfer boyfriend and a small basket of goodies.

Jungwoo lifts his board out of the water, adjusting it on one hip so he can reach for you with his other hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Are you getting hungry?” you ask while the two of you exit the water, heading up to where your stuff is scattered next to the jeep.

“I’m always hungry,” your boyfriend responds, tossing his board down onto the sand next to the white duvet. Then he grabs a towel, running it up his arms and across his muscular chest before making a mess of his bleached blonde hair.

You sit on the warm white fabric, watching Jungwoo dry off while you pour a glass of sparkly wine from the picnic basket.

When you look up again, you find Jungwoo watching you, a conflicted expression on his face.

“What?” you ask.

“I just-” he sighs. “You look so pretty on your pretty white duvet with your pretty picnic basket, and I’m here covered in sand-”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, “you can come on my duvet.”

“I can?” Jungwoo laughs before sinking to his knees, landing on the pristine fabric with skin that’s still damp- “you’re sure I’m not going to make a mess?”

“You’re going to make a mess,” you tell him, holding out the glass of bubbly wine to the surfer, “but I like it when you make a mess.”

“You do?” Jungwoo shuffles closer, leaning forward to rest his weight on one hand, pressing a kiss to your lips while he takes the drink from you with the other. “Are you sure about that?”

“Uh huh,” you respond, watching him carefully-

Jungwoo grins, leaning back again before raising the liquid to his lips. He downs the entire thing in two large gulps before wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand and tossing the glass over his shoulder.

“Hungry now,” he announces, grabbing hold of your hips.

You land on your back with a squeal, white fabric bunched up below your bum while your lover drags you closer-

“I like these,” Jungwoo tells you as he positions himself flat between your legs, fingers now tugging at the ties of your bikini bottoms, “they’re easy to take off.”

And take them off he does, tossing the fabric over his shoulder with the same disregard as he had the glass.

Then his mouth is on you, hands anchoring your hips down while his tongue licks the entirety of your entrance before settling on your clit. He flicks at the sensitive nub, and you moan loudly, grabbing at his hair-

The bleached strands are still half damp from surfing, and there’s a slight crunch, a feeling of salt against your fingers-

“Woo-” you whimper his name when he presses his tongue into you, testing your walls-

And the way Jungwoo groans, sending vibrations skittering through you, his grip on your waist tightening- you can always tell that your boyfriend loves giving oral.

Even when you’re blowing him- he doesn’t make sounds like this.

No, Jungwoo is a giver, through and through, and you are reaping the rewards-

His wet muscle continues it’s assault on your pussy, and you relax into the duvet-

There’s something about him eating you out like this - like a starved man - while you’re on the beach, in the open air-

Your moans are loud enough for him to hear, loud enough to egg him on, but you also know that your sounds of pleasure become lost amidst the noise of the waves-

You can be as loud as you want, and no one is going to hear you.

You can arch your back off the beach duvet, tugging at Jungwoo’s hair while he licks you into a body numbing orgasm- and no one is going to see you.

You can do anything and everything you’ve ever wanted to do with Jungwoo, out here in the open, exposed to the sky and the elements - and you can be completely free while doing it.

“I’m gonna-” it’s embarrassing how close you are to an orgasm, and when you shift, pushing your hips closer to your boyfriend’s face, sand dips onto the duvet, skittering against your skin.

You don’t get to finish your sentence, because anytime you alert Jungwoo to an encroaching high, he chases it down for you, and a moment later, your body is practically singing with white hot pleasure; words become impossible.

The man between your legs holds you down with strong hands even as you wiggle in his grasp, whines and moans leaving you uncensored, pussy throbbing around nothing while he laps noisily at your clit-

“Jungwoo!” you scream his name for the sea to hear, for the clouds and the sky and the setting sun.

And your lover returns your noise of praise with his own growls of need, tongue working you until you’re practically shaking from how good it feels- tugging relentlessly at his hair-

Only then does he pull away from you, heavy breath fanning hot against your heated core.

He’s panting, and when you look down at Jungwoo, you’re met with dark, lust blown pupils, and lips that glisten.

“You taste so good,” he groans, pressing a wet kiss to your inner thigh before he releases your hips in favour of moving his mouth up your body-

“You’re always so good for me-” he tells you, hands slipping under your dress, pushing the fabric up- “I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you here-”

“Jungwoo-” you groan when his hand grabs at your breast, kneading the flesh through your flimsy bikini top-

“No one’s going to come and interrupt us-” he assures you, pushing your bikini and dress up even further, exposing your sensitive nipples to the evening breeze, which is beginning to get cooler- “but still,” he brushes his thumb over the pebbled nub, “you’re letting me fuck you on the beach-” he brings his mouth to your breast, licking at you- “it’s all my favourite things-”

It’s true.

There are two things that Jungwoo loves, undeniably, and those things are the beach, and you.

Usually, Jungwoo spends a fair amount of time worshiping your boobs, not as much as he worships your pussy, but still- a decent amount, however today, he hardly pays your boobs much attention at all, continuing his flurry of kisses all the way up to your lips while discarding the rest of your clothing.

Jungwoo’s bare chest presses against your own, skin sticky with salt and sand, but you don’t care, you’re too lost in the feeling of his lips pressing feverishly against your own-

His swim trunks are damp, and when you wrap your legs around his waist, you can feel the outline of his cock pressing against the material. Your nails dig into Jungwoo’s strong, swimmer’s shoulders, and you rut your hips forward, looking for friction-

“Fuck,” Jungwoo groans, kisses moving to your neck as he lets out a shaky breath, “I want to fuck you so bad-”

“Then do it,” you whine, lacing your fingers through his hair in an attempt to get his lips back to your own-

“But I also want you to ride me,” Jungwoo confesses, one hand grasping at your hip-

“Then I’ll ride you,” you tell him simply, pushing at his shoulders-

Large hands find your waist, and when Jungwoo rolls onto his back, he solidifies you on top, applying a bit of pressure to your hips, forcing you down on his cock-

You both let out groans of pleasure, and you immediately press your hands flat to his shoulders, using your new position to gain access to his pretty throat-

“You feel so good,” he tells you, gasping and arching his neck to give you more space to press wet kisses to his sensitive spots-

His fingers dig into your waist, and he pushes his hips up, dragging you across his cock and succeeding in bunching the fabric of his swim trunks even more-

You begin to kiss down your boyfriend’s large body, teasingly nipping at his nipple to earn a jolt from the man beneath you.

“Hey,” he whispers, lacking conviction while he pushes your hair from your face, intent on watching you while you kiss down his body-

“Can I show you something?” you ask, as you get down to his bellybutton, fingers hooking in his trunks-

“Yeah, yeah-” he swallows thickly, chest flushing a pretty pink colour, “you can show me anything-”

“Anything?” you tease, pulling his cock out of it’s confinements, your hand wrapping around the thick base.

“Anything,” Jungwoo gasps, grabbing at the duvet.

You wrap your mouth around your boyfriend’s dick, coating it in your saliva before pulling away and repositioning yourself. “I wanna show you,” you tell him, as you line his cock up with your entrance, “what it looks like when you eat an orange.”

“What?” Jungwoo’s brows furrow in confusion, and a groan escapes him as you sink onto his cock, hands smoothing down his chest-

“I want to show you, what it’s like,” you repeat, reaching past him for the picnic basket, where you retrieve an orange. “Just stay still, okay?”

He swallows thickly, watching you with wide eyes, and his fingers flex against your hips- but he nods all the same; “Okay.”

Sitting on Jungwoo, his cock buried in your pussy, you start the process of opening the orange.

While your boyfriend always makes cutting the fruit in half look easy, you take your time, careful not to cut yourself in the process. And when you’re done, you set one half of the orange, and the knife, back in the picnic basket.

“Are you ready?” you ask, looking down to make sure Jungwoo’s still watching you, which he is.

“Yeah,” he licks at his lips, taking in your every movement.

Lifting the orange over your mouth, you tilt your head up, free hand pressing to Jungwoo’s chest to anchor yourself while you close your eyes, squeezing the fruit until drops of citrine liquid hit your lips and chin.

“Fuck-” Jungwoo groans below you, and a moment later he’s sitting up, arms wrapping around your body while his mouth eagerly attacks your neck, licking at the long drips of juice now marring your skin-

You let out your own sound of pleasure, lifting yourself slightly on your knees before sinking back down on his cock, continuing to squeeze more sugary liquid onto yourself for your boyfriend to lick up-

One of Jungwoo’s hands grabs at your breast, kneading the sticky wet flesh there while animalistic groans escape him.

“See how sexy it is?” you ask, squeezing the last bit of juice before tossing the orange to the side, both of your hands grabbing at Jungwoo’s face so you can force him to look up at you.

Instead of answering, he kisses you, hungrily licking at your lips- the taste and smell of oranges is overwhelming, and your boyfriend’s tongue is magic, invading your mouth and making you dizzy.

With a grunt, Jungwoo flips you over again, and he threads his sticky, sand covered fingers through your own, pinning you to the duvet before his hips start to find a rhythm-

“Jungwoo-” you moan his name against his lips, body tingling with heat, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening-

He’s panting against your neck now, pressing kisses here and there between small moans and grunts of effort. His fingers squeeze yours as he peppers the underside of your jaw in little licks and love bites-

“God, you’re so sexy-” your boyfriend groans. “So sexy and sticky and wet-” he bottoms out in you and holds there, forcing you to feel his large cock buried deep in your core, “and you smell so fucking good- like juice-”

His tongue finds your throat again, licking at a sticky patch of citrine scented skin-

“Please-” you whimper, squeezing at his fingers, “I wanna touch you-”

Jungwoo releases your hands immediately, and your nails are clawing down his back within a moment, legs tightening around his waist.

“Are you going to cum for me?” the man thrusting into you asks, one hand cupping at your jaw- he keeps his lips just distanced from your own, looking down at you while the sky casts an orangey glint with the setting sun-

“Yeah- I’m gonna-” you begin to answer but your boyfriend doesn’t need a full sentence, not when he needs his lips on yours this badly-

His palm presses into your waist, forcing your body down, anchoring you while his hips keep a rhythm that has you cumming around his cock within seconds.

Sounds of pleasure leave your lips like never before, eaten up by the surfer you love and the waves beyond. Your whole body tingles with pleasure, feeling every grain of sand that’s now sticking to your sticky, citrus speckled skin.

The smell of sand, sea and citrus overwhelms your senses, and when Jungwoo cums, moving his mouth to your neck so you can hear his own whimpered moans of pleasure, your body thrums with warmth.

His hips slowly come to a stop, but your lover continues to press open mouthed kisses to your neck.

When you grab at his hair, Jungwoo pulls his face from your throat, looking down at you with a lazy, fucked out expression, and a face flushed with colour.

You brush your fingers over his cheek bone, feeling the heat of his pink skin. “You’re so pretty after you cum.”

“I should be saying that to you,” Jungwoo laughs, pressing a kiss to your nose.

The two of you enjoy holding each other for a few moments longer, and then Jungwoo rolls suddenly, causing you to scream as you latch onto him.

“Hold on,” he tells you, adjusting your body in his grip while standing from the ground-

“Jungwoo!” you scream again, clutching onto his shoulders.

“I told you to hold on,” he laughs.

“Where are we going?”

“To the ocean,” he says simply. “As much as I’d love to clean you off myself- there’s too much sand and stickiness.”

Your boyfriend is right- even now, the full extent of your little ‘orange stunt’ is beginning to become apparent- when you pull away slightly from his chest, your skin all but sticks together before pulling apart almost painfully-

“See,” Jungwoo smiles, carrying you into the water with him. “I’m just going to wash this off of us okay?”

“Okay,” you give in, drawing in a sharp breath as your body is submerged into cold water- “what about getting eaten by sharks?”

Your boyfriend laughs, holding you close in the water while a large hand begins to wash away the remnants of sand and citrine from your skin.

“Baby,” he says, pressing a smiley kiss to your lips, “there’s a higher chance that you’ll get eaten by me again after this than a shark.”

“Just a chance?” you tease, leaning in to press your lips to the sensitive spot below Jungwoo’s ear-

“Oh, I’m going to one hundred percent eat you out again as soon as I get you on the hood of my jeep-” his cock twitches between your bodies-

“On the hood?!” you squeal with excitement.

“Uh huh,” Jungwoo adjusts his hold on you again, one hand wrapping around his length, which is already half hard again, “on the hood.”

“Well what are you waiting for?” you laugh.

Your boyfriend presses a kiss to your lips while pushing into your core again, groans escaping you both in unison. “We’ll go in a second,” he promises, aided by the water so he can easily lift you off his cock, only to sink you back down- “I just wanna enjoy this a bit more.”

“Me too.”

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neewtmas · 1 year

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ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ // ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 1.1k

summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

a/n: this is the first part of a multiple part series! we've got fluff, a little angst (will get worse as the chapters go on), a little locklyle on the side, mutual pining and all the good stuff! Also a happy end, that much I can promise :)

masterlist part II

taglist: @maraschinomerry @sstrawberriel @poisonquinzell @holymotherfxrkingshirtballs @the-high-lady-of-3am-crackposts @shampoocovers99 (if you wanna be added or removed, just tell me)

The house was quiet except for the chirping birds in the bushes right outside 35 Portland Row. It was unusual for you to be up this early, and even more unusual for everyone else to still be sleeping. But this morning, after forgetting to put down the blinds the evening prior, you got woken up by the sun and decided that this was a perfect opportunity to do something nice for your friends.

After you quietly put on some clothes and sneaked down the staircase, your first objective was getting fresh pastries from Arif's just down the street. The morning air was still the slightest bit chilly as you walked down the sidewalk, empty bag in hand. A tiny bell sounded as you opened the door to Arif's small bakery, and the delicious smell of freshly baked goods was almost overwhelming. You chatted briefly with the girl behind the counter, while she put your order of pastries and doughnuts into the bag you brought.

"Oh before I forget it, we got the Honey Pistachio Cupcakes back in the rotation," the blonde girl said, pointing over to the display. "I remember you asked for them a while back." You smiled at her. "That's fantastic! I'll get one of them, please."

She packed up the muffin and moved over to the register. "Are they your favourite?" Your cheeks grew warm and you bit your lip. "Something of the sort, yeah." The girl gave you a knowing smile as she handed the bag over the counter.

When you were back in Portland Row, you first opened the kitchen window to let in some of the fresh morning air and then started to set the table. Small particles of dust danced in the sunlight that came through the open window as you moved through the kitchen quietly.

Lockwood was the first to wake up and when he sauntered into the kitchen, you had just put down the last piece of cutlery. He looked around. "Wow, (name)! What's the occasion?" You shrugged. "Nothing particular. I just woke up early today." "Doesn't matter, that looks so good. I'm gonna wake up the other two." He left the kitchen and you heard him move up the stairs, much more energetically than he had moved down just a few minutes ago.

You took the kettle off the stove and poured four cups of tea. Each one of your friends liked their tea a little differently, but by now you knew exactly what to do. Just as you sat down the last cup over the respective plate, Lockwood came back into the kitchen, followed by Lucy and George. Lockwood seemed to burst with energy, while the other two were still a little sleepy. "That looks amazing," Lucy said, as she took a sip from her tea. George said nothing, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep again. Ever since the incident with the mirror, he had been more tired than usual, often sleeping in until lunch. His curls were a mess, and you had the urge to run your hands through them. You loved it when he looked like that.

You brought over the pastries you bought and sat them down in the middle of the table. "Here you go. They should be warm still." Lockwood and Lucy immediately grabbed a doughnut each, and you pulled out the cupcake the girl had packed up separately. You sat it down on George's plate and his head whipped up. "No way! Where did you get that?" His eyes sparkled with excitement and he smiled at you in a way that made your heart flutter in your chest. "I just saw that they had it back on display again and thought you might like one," you said bashfully. "Of course I do! You're the best, (name)." You lowered your gaze to your plate so that he wouldn't see the way you were blushing.

You spent the rest of the meal in comfortable silence, the only sounds were those of knives on plates and cups getting sat down. "What's the plan for today?" Lucy asked, pushing her chair away from the table and leaning back. "I need to get some of our rapiers checked" Lockwood replied, glancing at his watch. "But that has time until the afternoon."

"I saw a sign when I walked to Arif's earlier. Some old rich lady died and they are selling her book collection. Do you maybe wanna go, George?" you asked, trying to sound casual while wringing your hands together under the table nervously. It was always nerve-wracking to ask George to spend time alone. You had not yet the courage to ask him out on an actual date, so you just hoped he could pick up the hints.

He smiled apologetically. "That sounds great (name), but I have to go to the archives this afternoon. Why don't you go with Lucy?"

You could feel yourself deflate slightly. Another rejection. Either he truly didn't understand what your intentions were, or he wanted to let you down gently. The latter was more likely, seeing how smart he was he had surely figured you out by now. "Sure. Maybe I will." You forced a smile. No need to let him know how you were feeling.

When the kitchen was clean again, you and Lucy made your way downstairs for a training session with Joe and Esmeralda. You started with some basic warm-up moves. "Do you still wanna go to the book sale later?" Lucy asked as she circled Esmeralda, rapier held high, ready to lunge forward. "If you want to. But if I'm honest, I think I'm not that interested anymore" you said, mirroring her movements on Joe. Lucy lowered her rapier and turned to you. "You know, I'm sure he'd love to go there with you. But he talked about needing to go to the archives for days now." You smiled tightly and watched Joe swing back and forth from the force of your hit, the anchoring in the ceiling creaking. "It's fine. No big deal."

This afternoon, you sat in the library, when the telephone in the hall rang. Before you could get up, someone else picked up. When you stepped out into the hallway, Lockwood, still in his coat, was holding the phone. He turned around, and you could tell from his expression that whoever was on the phone had great news.

"Yes, of course. We will be there tomorrow night."

Lockwood put down the phone, and he looked like he could barely contain his excitement.

"We have a new case. And it sounds like a good one."

thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated :)

Part II

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Against the Odds

Chapter 10 - Don't be sorry

warnings: pregnancy stuff, emotional scenes, cussing

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“Chris? Can you hear me?“

“Tom! G’day mate! I know I might’ve overstrained your nerves yesterday“ Chris sighed, suddenly feeling a bit guilty for throwing the overwhelming piece of information at his best friend on a random Thursday night. Wile he was out with Benedict.

“No, it’s- I… fuck, man“ Tom’s husky voice echoed through the Aussie’s phone, self-doubts were battling rays of hope for a brighter future in his voice. “I’m in Dubai right now“

Short silence.

“Erm, you are where?“

“Dubai. It’s a three hour layover but those guys have quite the comfortable business class lounge“ Tom replied, the rattling of cutlery adding to the background noises.

The gears in Chris’ head shifted fast, the realization of what his best friend was doing set in like a lightning. But honestly he didn’t expect anything else. Tom was a good man with a strong heart.

“Oh god, thank ya. Y/n is” he stopped for a second “Well, she needs you“, his voice vanishing in a whisper as he heard your high-pitched curse from upstairs. Perhaps the baby was giving his sister some thundering headaches again. A muffled giggle resounded from the actor’s vocal cords whereas Tom was on red alert.

“Is she alright? God, I should’ve come far earlier“ the Brit sighed, doing a desperate facepalm and his left forearm landed on the table with a dull smack. The Arabian specialties he ordered smelled tantalizing however, his hunger was gone.

“Bro, calm down. It’s probably just the baby doing it’s first moves. She always complains about how it tickles on the inside and she can’t do anything about it“ the Thor actor explained, trying to take the guilt from his friend. There was no real need to make him insecure by telling the first conjecture about the reason of your cry.

“Thank god. It sounds like her“ Tom chuckled lightly, freeing his forehead from the strong grip of his hand. Planes were taking off and pushing back behind the thick windows giving him hope to finally be reunited with the woman he loved more than anything else.

And his unborn child.

“So, If nothing gets in the way I’ll be arriving in Brisbane at 2pm“.

“I’ll pick you up, bro. Have a nice flight“ Chris hurried to say goodbye before his secret phone call would blow up.

You were bustling all around the house, finding something new to do every five minutes. The second trimester, despite of small movements of the baby and occasional migraine, was flooding you with energy and motivation to do the most random stuff at even more random times.

“Arielle? Where are you?“ Liam’s voice echoed from downstairs. “Bathroom. Thor tries to eat my bikini bottooooooms“ you yelled back, the panic in your voice amusingly audible. The fluffy Australian Shepherd was a sweetheart. Mostly. But sometimes he turned into Satan himself and tried to annoy the hell out of you.

“Thor tries to do what?“ Your youngest brother asked, the wicked entertainment obvious. Of course he found that funny. “When you finished laughing could you please get your pretty ass up here and put that dog away-ahhhhh!“.

Liam bit his hand to repress a roaring laughter while Chris fist banged on the counter top. Another desperate try to keep it in whereas your agitated curses echoed from above. Their gazes met and both knew they were absolutely defeated. Bursting out in crippling laughter the brothers bathed in your suffering.

“Liam and Chris fucking Hemsworth! I know y’all grinning like a shot fox. M’ gonna kill you by drowning in the sea“ you cried out before dull thuds announced you descending the stairs and approaching your brothers with the chewed string of wet fabric menacingly in your hand. “Nooo, don’t“ Liam cried out running away from you like a scared, giggling child. You were a mess with your brothers but hell, no one cared so it was just perfect.

“You’ll buy me a new crossie, friend“ you pointed at Chris who was still choking on a slice of mango. “Why should I?“ He threw his hands up in despair before the salivated fabric hit his naked torso with a wet smack. You weren’t to play games with right now but secretly you enjoyed the childish banter.

*ding-dong*

“Arielle, could you please accept the mail?“ Chris yelled from out of the garage. He just got back from grocery shopping and you were the only one dry and inside since your nephews were having quality time with their mother in the pool. Reluctantly, you got up, hasty legs carrying you towards the big, white door.

Lost in thoughts about Tom, the few months you relished in a perfect life with him London, you twisted the doorknob.

“Hello, my love“.

Your jaw dropped, hands flying up to cup your cheeks as the man you were thinking about nonstop stood in the doorframe, a pretty bouquet made out of lilies and roses in his hands. It felt like you were frozen, as if the person who played you as character just paused the game while Tom’s coy yet incredibly charming smile dazzled your widened eyes.

“May I come-“ he began, but the baritone voice you had missed so much died as your lips sealed with his. It was as if there had never been a second of pause, not even the slightest touch of difference. It was beautiful whereas you felt horrible inside. Hot tears teetered in the brink of your eyelids, ready to stain Tom’s notorious blue sweater.

“I missed you, darling“ he breathed as you parted for a second, causing the dam of your eyes to breake and gushes of salty tears streamed down you reddened cheeks.

You had basically abandoned him, left him without a trace and only a ludicrous excuse of a letter. Nevertheless, the man stood right here in front of you smiling thorough his own emotionality with the biggest doe eyes. He wasn’t angry, was he?

Honestly, you couldn’t even blame him if he was.

“Listen, Tom I- I am so fucking sorry” it blurted out of you, unable to meet his ocean blues and turning away from the door instead. Your step away allowed the Brit to enter, however, you were trying to get a safe distance. A few feet that would spare you from his beautiful face contorted in disappointment like a Bernini statue.

“Love, please”

“No, I can’t. There’s no adequate excuse for what I have done. I should have spoken to you before I left. I should’ve told you that I am…” your voice died in the sore passageway of your throat. Tom was unaware of your biggest secret, wasn’t he?

A whole damn child spending it’s thirteenth week of live in your belly was a hell of a secret. You felt like crumbling apart.

“Pregnant? I know, y/n” Tom’s soothing voice hoisted your gaze from the floor, rays of hope sparkling in your eyes and the broadly smiling man came closer. Was he alright with it? Would he possibly want to have a child with you? A thousand scenarios rumbled through your agitated mind, images of your happy family life fighting the idea of raising him or her alone.

“How do you-“ you began, your boyfriends sharp jawline pointing at your brother as he nodded agreeing wordlessly. Chris sat in the staircase grinning like a Cheshire Cat and holding both thumbs up in an affirmative gesture. Of course. How could you’ve been so stupid to tell him and not expecting him to tell his best friend who happened to be the father.

You scoffed, grabbing Tom’s hand and pulling him across the whole living room until you reached the terrace, elaborately peppered with exotic plants and a few loungers. Peaceful and peace was definitely what you desired the most. Inner peace with yourself and the man you were ready to lose everything else for.

“I found out the night of the London Awards but I was already in the tenth week. Remember when I stumbled and you dragged me to the ER?” you whispered, hands playing with vivid petals of the bouquet Tom had bought you. Oh, the scent was heavenly reminding you of the unique lilly-scented washing powder Tom used for his dress shirts.

Probably not a coincidence but a gentle innuendo.

“Oh god. Why- Why didn’t you tell me?” He panted, looking up from the glass table that separated you like bars of a mental prison. His question weighed heavy on your delicate shoulders, the tickle of your baby’s first tries of movements added oil to the fire that spread across every single sense. It felt shitty, as if you had committed a felony.

“Fuck“ you sighed, hiding your sensitive face in the last fortress of small hands. You had hurt him and blatantly so. Shifting uncomfortable on the soft leather, you stopped as his gentle fingertips brushed your bare knees, slowly pushing the hem of your dress upwards, calculated wave-like motions. “Thomas, I didn’t mean to fool you. I really didn’t. It was just… I-“ you began to stammer mid-sentence.

“Shhh“ he calmed your troubled mind, squatting from the leathery surface and reaching to grab your waist. A gentle flex of his exposed forearms lifted you upwards, coaxing you to straddle his lap. His scent invaded your nostrils like sedative gas, his touch melted your spent muscles like lava melts snow. It felt like the exact same home you left three weeks ago.

Guilt. That was what fueled your tears as soon as your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. You had left him. Pregnant. You could never properly excuse this although your choice had been influenced heavily by the greedy, destructive voices that wanted nothing but drama and heartbreak.

“I know, darling. I could never reproach you for what you did“ he whispered, the big hand continuously tracing little circles and other swirling patterns on your back. “But I sincerely hope that you can give us a second chance“ the Brit purred carefully. “Please, love. I need you“ the last words flew silently in the Australian breeze like a heavy promise. A promise to your ears only before it got carried away.

“Would you want me back? After…well, I left you?“ You murmured barely audible against the drenched fabric of his signature sweater. Your tears had devoured his whole shoulder but the relentless sun would dry it in an instant anyway. A bit of wetness was Tom’s smallest problem at the moment.

“I’ve never not wanted you, y/n. Since the day Chris introduced me to you again I knew you would play the leading role my own, personal movie. God, I have thought about you since that day. Nonstop, not until this very second“

“Can we take a break from the world? Just us and the people who don’t judge for a little while? I need to get my life- we need to get our life sorted“ you paused for a little sigh, slightly hesitant to mention the ‘issue‘. “Especially since she’s with us“.

“So… you think it is a girl? Our baby?“ Tom breathed, the words sinking in like hot ash burning all his previous experiences and nurturing the new life he would be building with you. And with whoever little wonder was hiding in your womb. It was much to take in. “Our baby“ he repeated almost absent-mindedly, thoughts trailing off to how he would be a father in about… wait.

“How far along are you, love?“ The question dragged you out of the gleeful bliss of watching Tom’s gorgeous face contort in pure awe. “Fourteenth week so in the beginning of the second trimester“ you began to explain, your boyfriend’s lips twitching with every new piece of vulnerable information he got. You could almost smell his adorable excitement.

“Wow” his soft baritone cooed, almost in sync with your giggle. “With you wearing this loose dress I could never have guessed”.

“And yes, somehow I have the feeling it’s a girl. She’ll have your beautiful curls, Tommy“. You smiled so freely and happily for the first time in a long time. Your cheeks wandered up to give way to proud, curling lips and your pregnancy glow reflected the sun like a touch of divinity. He always wanted to have children once and with you being their mother, the actor couldn’t be any happier. He never had been to be exact, in none of his earlier relationships.

Tom hummed in approval, returning your smile before your delicate hand grabbed his, guiding it towards your stomach but he stopped, steel blue doe eyes searching for consent. He was a gentleman of the first waters. Always. Even if it was about his own flesh and blood growing like a wonderful flower.

“Go on“ you smiled coyly, gaze fixed on the Brit’s unique facial features scanning them for any sign of reaction as he touched your small bump. It wasn’t too big yet but clearly visible now that you brushed the fabric of the dress. “Christ“ he breathed, a sudden warmth spreading from his palms like a calming balm. You could feel how she was enjoying her dad’s touch.

For the first time knowingly.

“You’re gonna be a father, Thomas Hiddleston“ you snickered. The angelic sound of your words and their overwhelming meaning dragged the curly haired Brit out of his trance and back into the reality he would cherish and treasure like a guard dog.

“We- we’ll have a baby“ he eventually whimpered with a sniffy tone. The man had lost control over his words or expressions. “I thought it was impossible for me“ you mused, smiling to yourself at all the comments and bottomless accusations Nate had planted in your mind.

Bullshit. It had all been bullshit and Tom, the real love of your life, had proven it.

Nate could proudly go fuck himself because you had everything you wanted.

But deep down you knew this triumph wouldn’t be for too long. In a few months the premiere of ‘The Moralizer‘ would take place with compulsory attendance for you and Tom. Logically the world world would know if you came.

However, you wanted to keep this piece of heaven for as long as it lasted. In private.

“God, y/n. You're growing a wonder. I can’t wait to meet him“ he chuckled pulling you in a gentle kiss and lavishly toying with your lower lip. He was devastatingly seductive as always but suave in his tender touch.

“Him? So you don’t think it’s a girl?“ You mused against his wet lips, both of your mouths curling in fond smiles and giggles.

“Hmmm“ he hummed, the dark timbre of his voice always remaining you of Loki, the Asgardian god you had a massive movie-crush on since the first Thor movie and naturally it got progressively worse. To your defense, you weren’t alone. “No. It’s gonna be a daddy’s boy“.

“Tommy! What even is my role then? You cannot just claim little Hiddles!“

“Excuse me? Little Hiddles?“ Tom chuckled, butterflies swirling in his belly at your face all scrunched up in mischievous laughter and of course the cute nickname you had given the baby. He would copy that most definitely. ‘Little Hiddles’ he repeated in his head, pride swelling in his chest, the thought of you as the mother of his child was simple in it’s nature but utterly beautiful.

“Y/n, Tom? Can we talk for a second?“ A shy Elsa peeked around the corner of the brick column. She had been an angel since your arrival, the second person to know of your pregnancy in general and the best source of productive help you got so far. She had three kids after all.

“Sure, and thank you for letting me stay, Elsa. Truly“ Tom unwrapped his charming, British smile making Elsa return it a mere blink of an eye. This man was a honeytrap for every breathing being, a fluffy looking predator that could lure anyone he wished. But it was you who owned his pure heart. You and baby-Tommy, of course.

“You’re something like my brother-in-law so how could I say no?“ She giggled, sitting down opposite of you. “Have you told him about the appointment and the little thing we’ve planned?“

You but your lower lips, sudden nervousness cursed your veins at the thought of today’s ultrasound appointment. The biggest one in a while and with a little luck, the doc would be able to determine the gender. Hopefully, everything was alright with your little wonder. You couldn’t bear any complications in this emotionally vulnerable state. Not with the newfound happiness Tom brought with him from London.

“Well, erm I thought you c- can“ you begun to stutter like a child, your gaze jumping from Tom’s right eyes to his left. “She has a big exam today and now that the daddy is here…“ Elsa tried to help you, nodding affirmatively until the words slipped from your tongue.

“Would you like to come with me?“

“If you would have me, dove“ Tom cooed with excitement tugging at his lips.

Chris’ wife was slowly melting but not from the Australian sun, no, from the utter cuteness of the whole scenario. It felt like the final, happy reunion in a rom-com with the best actors on the planet. To her you definitely were.

“And Elsa wants to organize a gender reveal party if that’s okay with you, baby“ you snickered against his muscular chest, the training for Skull Island and the Moralizer was still showing off so seductively. If everything was going well later, Tom would definitely not be allowed the leave the bedroom tonight.

You were touch starved and so was he, his hips subtly bucking as you leaned back, temptingly putting your cleavage on display for him.

Oh, the passion never died.

“I can hear it in your voice, dove. You would love this, wouldn’t you?“ He mocked playfully, long digits flying to hold you in place. “Maybe“. The giggle spoke volumes, making the handsome Brit set up the serotonin-boosting smile you loved so much about him. The shiny teeth reflected the sun like luxurious pearls while you drowned in the ocean and sky blue shades of his almond eyes.

A beautiful man and all yours. Hopefully, forever.

“Ready? It could feel a bit cold“ the doctor asked for consent before applying the ultrasound probe on your bump. It tickled, felt weird but Tom was sitting right next to you caressing your arm and smiling like an exited kid. You wouldn’t know whether it was a girl or a boy since Elsa planned the party for you.

The doc knew so everything that came out of his mouth were the standard affirmations. You smiled at Tom, watching him look at the monitor with an awe-struck expression painting his sharp facials.

Fuck Nate. This was exactly what you wanted. This man and this little family.

But his smile died, brows furrowed in confusion as the doctor mumbled incoherent phrases to himself, moving the probe across your belly as if he was searching something.

“Ehm, is everything alright?“ Your dry voice was shaking and Tom’s big hand grabbed your left hand. The tension was palpable and thousands of bad scenarios began to flash in your irritated mommy-mind.

“Oh, sorry! Yes, it is actually all good twice“ he explained, fingers moving on the monitor to make measurements or whatever this device was capable of.

Your confused gaze met your boyfriend’s equally puzzled ocean blues, both unable to process what the doctor was trying to imply.

“You didn’t know?“ The older man asked again, an exited grin on his thin lips. “Sorry, know what?“

“You’re expecting twins, Ms Hemsworth“

“I beg your pardon?“ It blurted out of Tom, disbelief written all over his gorgeous face like an emotional love letter. The shock turned into a sweet realization as the monitor got turned and you saw the two tiny beings sharing your belly like roommates.

“Well, the babies are a bit small for your stage of pregnancy but it's nothing to worry about. Both seem perfectly healthy“.

Two babies.

“Oh my god“ you breathed, mouth agape from feeling you couldn’t even describe properly. Of course, you were overwhelmed for more than just a blink of an eye and maybe would need some days to really process this. However, the main emotions were pure luck, happiness and pride swelling in your fast pounding heart when glassy eyes met Tom.

* beep beep *

“Oh, excuse me for a minute“ the friendly doctor nodded, the honest smile on his face silently congratulating the happy couple before the he left.

“Twins, darling! You’re a wonder“ Tom sobbed, sweet tears rolling down the sharp path of his cheekbones until they hit your naked belly. It felt so wholesome yet utterly distant as you sat up, back against Tom’s chest and both staring at the on-hold image the doctor captured.

At first you thought you would never have a baby and now… two little creatures sleeping safe and sound in your bump. The natural consequence of your love to the most perfect man on earth.

“I- I don’t… we have to buy twice as much clothes?!“ It blurted out of you, realization slowly setting like dawn. Tom just chuckled, the deep sound intertwining with happy sobs and vibrating against your neck. He held you tight, one hand sinking down to cup your belly in such loving manner, the twins would surely notice.

“Looks like I have to order two Loki jumpers then“. “Sorry, you ordered what?“ You bursted out in laughter swiftly turning your shoulders to face the grinning man. He was Loki, there was no doubt. But the stubble of his beard was kind of distracting to the image of the ethereal trickster nevertheless, you loved it as much.

“You will be an amazing father, Tom“ you snickered, the tip of your nose touching his before his pointer brushed your chin and coaxed you into a passionate kiss. Tongues were swirling around each other, tears were mingling at your touching cheeks. This moment was one to treasure, one that was burnt deep in your memory. One that you shared with Tom forever and maybe would think about again when your twins had kids of their own…

“I’m so sorry I left you. Is there any way I could-“ but Tom was quick to interrupt “Love, we talked about this. No more apologies because I am happier than ever“ he breathed in between the heated kiss. Perhaps it grew a bit out of control, his greedy hands melting in the curves of your hips.

“Guys, I’ve heard you’re-“ Elsa stumbled in the room, the handle of her bag getting caught on the doorknob. With heavy pants you parted, mentally thanking the door for distracting your sister-in-law. There was no need for her to see you almost making out in the examination room of the local hospital, right?

“Twins!“ You grinned like a Cheshire Cat while it was still dawning on you that this meant twice the work, twice the fatigue and twice the bustle.

But hell, as if you couldn’t manage it with Tom on your side. You were ready for this luck of a challenge and so was your boyfriend, agog to tell his mom. You’ve met her already, even visited her a few times and she was so adorable. The perfect grandmother, you were sure.

Elsa squeaked like an overly exited child, jumping around to pull both of you in a hug. “Congratulations, you two“ she chirped, suddenly pulling back to stare at you with eyes widened and a silent o on her lips. “Oh gosh! I have to double up all the decoration and stuff“ it blurted out of her bestowing you a good round of laughter.

Unbeknownst to you the doctor returned, your documents and files in his hands.

“Mister Hiddleston, do you know your blood type by any chance?“ He intervened, the smile in his voice audible as the sweet serotonin swirling in the air infiltrated him as well.

“A negative, sir“ his answer came like shot leaving Elsa and you startled, exchanging funny looks as the doc completed the entries in your maternity record. “Well, you could shoot me in the leg and I wouldn’t know“ your best friend quipped nudging Tom in the side to elicit some kind of explanation.

Tom’s amused chuckle warmed your heart as you smoothened your blouse again, turning on the medical couch, your legs dangling freely. “While filming Skull Island they needed to know in case anyone got injured in the backland of Vietnam“ he explained, smiling at all the interesting memories he made.

“Have you heard that mini-Hiddlestons? Your daddy is a pretty cool guy“ you cackled, caressing the small bump hidden by comfortable leggings.

“Twins? Are you kidding me mate?“ Chris’ deep voice echoed through the whole house as Tom proudly presented the ultrasound picture the doc gave you. “What?“ India squeaked running towards her daddy and swiftly grabbing the photo. Logically, it was just a weird black and white image of something she was far too young to realize but her youthful joy was unstoppable.

“Like Tristan and Sasha?“ She asked Tom, small eyebrows furrowed in concentration to process the gleeful situation. India had idolized her aunt y/n since the day she was born and finding out there would be more kids in her family soon was totally awesome to her.

“Exactly. Maybe this kind of luck runs in the Hemsworth-blood?“ Tom joked patting his bro’s shoulders; the man as hard as rock yet fighting happy tears like a toddler. “You have no idea what multiplying this kind of work means“ your big brother tried to detract from his emotionality but Tom just laughed it off.

There was no space for worries or fears right now. Just bliss.

“Chris, what the hell?“ Liam intervened crossing his arms in front of his chest defensively. The youngest brother sometimes actually was the most reasonable. “Are you really just terrifying him? Give this man a break“.

“Exactly, Chris. Listen to your brother“ you feigned seriousness while jumping on Liam’s back letting him carry you around the house like a human horse. “To the fridge“ you commanded strictly, extending one arm with your fingers pointing to the kitchen.

The mini-Hiddles were hungry so the mango in the fridge was destined to die.

The other mango you knew was certainly better suited for more private times…

“Lucky you. The last few days she wanted me to drive her to Macca’s“ Chris sighed, getting up to indulge his begging daughter’s wish to go play with Thor. Tom was left turning around on the couch, his right arm resting on the backrest so that he could watch his beautiful y/n bickering with her brother. She was perfect, curling the corners of lips upwards with ease.

After you were finished arguing with Liam on how to cut a mango the right way, you were huddled up in Tom’s strong arms, the two of you enjoying the privacy at the pool. Light blue pool lights were creating flickering and swaying rays with the tiny waves rippling across the water surface. It was so peaceful, and so was your heart. Almost.

“Tommy?“ “Hmm?“ He hummed, eyes closed and tired from the excruciatingly long day. A stop-over flight, a fateful talk and finding out he was gonna be the dad of twins had the Brit’s mind dizzy.

However, it was a good kind of dizzy, the way you would feel after a fun rollercoaster ride.

“What do you say about taking some time off? I want to to savor this with you before we have to face reality again“ you spoke, barely audible in the valley between his biceps and torso. You knew it was going to happen and the media outcry would be heavy. Needless to say you weren’t keen on Nate’s fucking stupid comments.

But they would meet your ears soon enough and you wanted to be prepared.

“Of course. I already told my manager about a break due to personal reasons. Are three weeks fine with you, darling?“ He cooed, dexterous digits toying with a strand of your hair sprawled across his bare chest. You could feel his defined pectorals flexing as his arm reached out to cradle your figure lovingly.

“More than fine, my love“ you grinned up at him. “We will be stronger than ever“ He added while his ocean blues wandered your bikini clad body greedily. Oh, how well you knew this look and what would follow.

“I hope so, Tommy. But let’s not waste time on those idiots, shall we?“ You chirped, his subtle beard tickling your delicate skin as your lips sealed agin.

a/n: twins guyssss 🎉 let's see if the newfound happiness lasts

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