#because then there's always someone who wasn't there to help them. to lend a hand or to provide some comfort

[aurumacadicus]

92 or 14 maybe? 🤔

Going with 14!

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Prince Anthony was picking his feathers out again.

Steve wordlessly set his shield aside and walked over to grab his hands, yanking them down, away from his wings. "Your highness--"

"I know!" Prince Anthony exclaimed defensively. His wrists jerked in Steve's grip, though, back toward his wings, and he wilted under Steve's stern glare. "I know," he repeated miserably.

It broke Steve's heart, but he turned to grab the picking glove, and while Prince Anthony obediently stuck his hands in so the mouth could be cinched tight around his wrists, he couldn't help but think it wasn't fair. Maybe Prince Anthony wouldn't be picking himself bald if he didn't have to choose a suitor in the next three days.

Prince Anthony had always been put off by the cock parties, as he'd called them--"cockerel balls" had always seemed to lend a layer of refinement to them that they didn't deserve, he'd said. Mostly, it was young cocks approaching and trying to impress prospective hens, and as Prince Anthony had a sizeable fortune behind him, he'd been the one most flocked to. It had made him suspicious, nervous even, of anyone's attention. Steve had watched, heart sinking with every ball, as grabby kids who barely knew what to do with a cloaca fawned all over Prince Anthony for the chance at his wing in matrimony.

It had given him nothing but a dim view on mating parties and cocks in general, which was probably why he'd gotten away with his secret for so long. He was so visibly disgusted after each cockerel ball that everyone assumed even if he was pregnant, he'd get rid of it as quickly as possible. Only when the rumors about his sudden cravings for sardines and almonds got loud enough to reach the royal court did it become necessary for Prince Anthony to undergo medical examination. And, well, when it was found to be true, that a royal hatchling was on the way, an unwed, pregnant royal was deemed a hazard to... what was it they had said? Public decency and the dignity of the crown?

Either way, it meant that another cockerel ball had been set up as quickly as possible, and Prince Anthony no longer had the choice of saying no to all comers if he wanted to keep his financial backing, even if he plucked himself bare in the meantime.

Steve watched Prince Anthony begin to pace, feeling helpless. His prince was in trouble, and he could do nothing of import to stop it. Prince Anthony looked like a caged animal as he walked up and down the carpet. He wasn't even showing yet. Was the palace hoping to get him wed immediately and lie about the hatchling being early? Someone would be bound to talk. That's what had started this mess, after all.

"I suppose," Prince Anthony began, voice halting and pained as he turned to pace in front of the window, obviously hoping the sun's rays would help him feel better. "That Lady Pepper is. Nice enough. Could pass the egg off as hers if we married."

"I suppose," Steve agreed, hoping he sounded noncommittal instead of just bitter.

"Or. Or that kind--Bruce? I think?"

"The alchemist Bruce was very kind," Steve answered with a nod.

"Or I could... I could just..." Prince Anthony stopped in front of the window, staring outside. Then, as quickly as he stopped, he turned around, eyes wide and beseeching. "Run away with me."

Steve's mouth dropped open in shock. He blinked at Prince Anthony slowly, unable to comprehend what he'd just been asked. Prince Anthony was a well-loved public figure, and while Steve was famous for his work in the war, he'd never been... someone people wanted to see running the country. In fact, if anyone ever found out that he was the one who had henned the heir apparent, he likely wouldn't be able to see him again. Prince Anthony was royalty. Steve had clawed his way up from the streets. He was only Prince Anthony's personal guard because there had been several attempts on his life, and Steve was the best at what he did.

"Run... away...?" Steve finally repeated, still not quite believing it.

"I'm just a figurehead for this stupid country," Tony spat, hope giving way to anger. "They only kept royalty on as a tradition they didn't know how to quit, as a show. I don't have any real power. And that's how they can bully me into getting married, picking a cock I don't even like all that much to be the legitimate father of my egg--So. So let's run away."

There were many reasons why Steve should say no. The country loved Prince Anthony, for one--he was only behind his late mother in terms of charity, and was quickly gaining on her record; despite the fact that he had no real power, he always did his best to influence parliament to vote in favor of the people; and the whole country had collectively swooned when a tabloid had leaked a picture of him holding a baby at the hospital with the quote 'babies need to be held' splashed under it. Steve was a nobody, come up from nothing, and most people did not have good things to say about him coming up from nothing because of the war.

Prince Anthony's gaze was steady, though, when Steve met his eyes. He was certain of his decision. That was one of the things Steve liked about him--he knew what he wanted, and if he could get it, he eagerly went through with it. And if he couldn't get it, he was a gracious loser.

"Your highness," Steve began with a sigh.

"I don't care if we're poor," Prince Anthony continued before he could voice his dissent, the determination in his voice making Steve's mouth snap shut in surprise. "You'll take care of us. And I--I have an education. I can get a job to help. You helped make this egg," he added sharply. "Are you refusing to take responsibility? And could you really just let someone else raise your chick?"

If he told himself it was for the better, to make sure the chick got everything it needed or wanted, he probably could. Prince Anthony would love it enough for the both of them, even if his new spouse only tolerated the chick. It wasn't ideal, but then, neither was getting Tony laden with egg before marriage. A marriage that couldn't happen because of who he was and who Prince Anthony had turned out to be. Steve opened his mouth to tell him in no uncertain terms that he would not be taking the spot from a more deserving rooster.

But he didn't want to. And Tony was clearly showing he didn't want to either. So he looked up at Tony and nodded sharply. "Alright, Tony."

"Tony," he repeated in a whisper, shocked. Steve only ever called him that in bed; he needed the separation of work and intimacy, and it helped to remind Tony, too, that he couldn't reach out and touch whenever he wanted. Steve watched as Tony's mouth spread into a wide smile as he lunged toward him, hooking his bound hands behind Steve's neck and pulling him down for an overjoyed kiss just bordering on desperation. Apparently, eschewing his proper name was all the real confirmation he needed of Steve's feelings.

Steve threw his wings up in a mating display just to make sure there was no misunderstanding.

#aurumacadicus answers #sunnysideprincess #1-161 stony ficlet challenge #stony

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Now that’s a rare sight

#Springdad AU lore!!! William rarely gets angry at anyone #he is a very patient and calm parent as well so he never yells at his children for commiting mistakes #he does have that 'disappointed dad stare' and also gives a serious talk when needed. but nothing else besides that #However. I imagined he'd get genuinely angry when defenseless people are in danger #because then there's always someone who wasn't there to help them. to lend a hand or to provide some comfort #and he finds it quite frustrating #springdad au #fnaf #springtrap #five nights at freddy's #my art

[medicinemane]

I don't know... I really just dislike that mentality

#for one thing because if I'm honest personally qualifies like strong don't really mean much to me #I get done what I get done and I am who I am #maybe tomorrow I managed to have a better grasp on things and do more of what I want to do #but that's more like just better coping and learning what a task entails than it is some kind of feat of strength #and the stuff that might be some kind of fortitude... it wasn't learned... it's just what I have to endure to make it to the next day #and I am just left bitter in many many ways... that's all that happens #and I'm left talking to myself like always and that's just the nature of things #I am alone and that's more or less how it always will be and if I don't have the nerve to end it then I need to keep slowly moving forward #because at least then I'm not stuck... at least maybe I'll leave some progress to someone else by the time I finally find the nerve #that... that is my perspective on the question of things making me stronger #I am stubborn and I am bitter and that's all that's come of any of it #I am mistrustful and rarely proven wrong in my world view #there are things it might be said I got from everything though I might have gotten them other ways #but strength is not one of them #I don't know if I'm strong or weak but I know I am how I am regardless of whatever's happened in my life #and really it doesn't matter if someone is strong or weak it matters that you lend a hand when you can where you can regardless #they could be the strongest and they'd still benefit from a helping hand so who cares if their journy forged them in fire you can still hel

[bblovetarot]

{𖨆♡ 𖨆} Who will be your next partner?

ʚ ═══･୨ꕤ୧･═══ ɞ Pick a Pile ʚ ═══･୨ꕤ୧･═══ ɞ 

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。°⚠︎°。follow your intuition when choosing a pile. if you're drawn to more than one pile, that's okay! you may have messages in more than one.

。°⚠︎°。tarot readings are not 100% accurate, and do not dictate your future. please keep in mind that you have free will. these readings are also general and aren't specific to one person, so please take what resonates and leave what doesn't! 

Pile 1

Pile 1, your future partner seems like a bit of a mystery wrapped in a dream. They're the creative type, always eager to lend a hand but not so great at asking for help themselves. It seems they've been through the wringer in love before, maybe coming out of a tough situation when you meet them. This person feels things deeply, maybe even gets lost in their emotions sometimes. They might seem distant to others, but that's just because they struggle to express what's going on inside. Misunderstood as aloof, they're actually just wrestling with a jumble of feelings. Despite this, they're not ones to shy away from adventure. They've got a spark for exploration, a childlike wonder that's both bold and brave. When it comes to decisions, they're all about following their heart, even if it leads them into uncharted territory. So, get ready for a partner who's a bit of an enigma, but with a heart full of courage and a spirit yearning for new experiences.

Pile 2

Pile 2, your potential match is a real go-getter, always aiming to steer their own ship. They might seem a tad controlling, but really, they just value their independence and don't like being told what to do. Rebels at heart, they're not big on following the crowd or taking advice from others – they trust their gut above all else. They're come off as confident and may have a bit of an ego. They might prefer short-term flings over long-term commitments, relishing their freedom and not feeling the need to settle down. They could be a bit of a catch, with plenty of admirers vying for their attention. Living life on the edge is their style, always chasing the next thrill. Yet, beneath that daredevil exterior lies some emotional baggage from past hurts. They might not have fully dealt with it, which sometimes leads them to push the limits. Despite this, they handle it with grace, giving off an air of composure. They're more laid-back than they let on, though, trusting their intuition and going with the flow. Life's too short to sweat the small stuff, and they're all about making the most of every moment. Your next partner is someone who has equal parts spontaneous and soulful, ready to dive into life headfirst and enjoy the ride.

Pile 3

Pile 3, your next partner might not be so new after all – you might already know them. It could be someone you've had a bit of a break from. Work seems to have been a big priority for them, maybe even causing some strain in your relationship. You both decided to take some time apart, but it was always with the understanding that it wasn't goodbye forever. This isn't a case of ghosting; it's more like a mutual agreement to hit pause for a while. Deep down, you both know there are things that need to be hashed out, conversations waiting to happen. They've been sending mixed signals, leaving you feeling a bit confused and maybe even rejected. But hey, you've moved past that – your gut tells you there's more to this story. It's time to have that heart-to-heart you've been putting off. Who knows? There could be some big revelations waiting for both of you. Despite the ups and downs, you trust your intuition when it comes to this person. So, get ready to dive back in and see where this journey takes you.

#dividers by chaefilm <3 #pac readings #pac tarot #tarot pick a card #tarot reading #daily tarot #future reading #pick a pile #intuitive reading

[koolades-world]

can i have the om brothers dealing with insomniac+workaholic!mc? Diavolo made a grave fucking mistake when unwillingly inviting mc to the devildom. can't sleep? work. bored? work. have nothing else to do? ask Lucifer or Diavolo for more work to do, or maybe cook something for Beel.

also, insomnia isn't easy to deal with. they have to pull out the strongest sleep potion or magic out there for that fucker to sleep. "oh have you tried melatonin?" YES I HAVE?? I'VE TRIED- "do you turn off your lights when you go to sleep?" no, i sleep with the lights on-- OF COURSE I TURN OFF THE LIGHTS YOU FUCKIN BALL LICKER. "maybe stop being on that phone of yours at late at night.." I CAN'T FUCKING SLEEP SO I MIGHT AS WELL DO SOMETHING.

whenever mc runs out of things to do, they re-do an assignment that got less than a 100% score.. someone drag this dymbfuck away from their work..

can i be🍷anon? or glass-eater anon? :3

hello!! yes, of course

those are both amazing anon names haha, welcome to the anon crew

enjoy <3

Workaholic Insomniac Mc

Lucifer

you can bet both of yall are making eye contact in the hallway at four am, and neither of you have slept

he gets you bestie

however he's willing to acknowledge both of you are practicing an unhealthy habit

together, you can take days off and as much as you itch to do work, you can stop each other. what a fun bonding activity!

Mammon

this is just like dealing with lucifer so he knows the drill

let you work as much as you want during the day without shirking your other responsibilities, but after dinner, he's dragging you away from it by the back of your shirt

when he can't fall asleep, he goes for a night drive, to nowhere in particular

so, he always invites you, because he knows you can't say no to him

Levi

he's also almost always awake at odd hours of the night, so he's always available

he would not be great to work in the same room as though

however he is willing to get you away from your work for a while to play some games with him

he knows that you need time away from that paper work and as much as you want to go back to it, he'll keep you with him until you complete the level. mark his word haha

Satan

will help you make those sleeping potions, or has solomon make some for you

if you ever want help with your work, he's willing to lend a hand, even though he knows you almost always say no

whenever you're awake at night, he'll come and sit where ever you're sitting to read so you'll have company

more often than not, he and belphie are next to you while you work as a silent indicator of what, or who, is waiting for you when you're done or want to take a break

Asmo

he fully believes in relaxing before bed and since he loves it so much, he suggests you try it with him

the first night you tried didn't really go as planned because he got a little overexcited so you had to try again the next night

that goes much better, and while it wasn't instant sleep, it was certainly better than staring at the ceiling for hours

plus, you get to spend time with asmo! who doesn't want that?

Beel

he won't lie he does enjoy the occasional impromptu meal you make for him when you've really got no more work to do (which is rare)

but he's concerned about you

honestly he thinks you're just like lucifer, you sincerely care about those around you and you work with them in mind

if you ever find random refreshments on your desk in the few moments you were gone, just know it was probably him

Belphie

as the self proclaimed king of sleep, he's always going out of his way to try and help you out

sometimes he falls asleep on your bed waiting for you to join him, while satan is still somehow going strong with his reading

if he notices you sitting at your desk for far too long, he'll start to whine and complain until you get in bed with him

sometimes, while he feels guilty, he'll use his power to help you fall asleep faster and give you a sweet dream that's usually about him

#obey me #obey me! #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me lucifer #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me belphie #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date

[just-null-cult]

Kokichi, similar to Noritoshi in the sense that they're analytical and kinda tsun, but that's mostly it. This is another Megumi and Noritoshi situation where, on the surface, they appear to be very similar, but you squint and realize they're extremely different.

Whereas Noritoshi isn't as bold because he still holds remnants of pride, Kokichi is just shy about it since it's so new. He won't back down from it, just hesitate.

[Long ass rambles under the cut! + bonus doodles.]

When referring to shyness, Kokichi leans into the awkward and stiff type. There's always confusion and slight fear in his eyes when he's experiencing something new or romantic. He doesn't want to mess up, but if he does, he just hopes it works in his favor.

Being born in a body where he was under constant pain and stress, someone touching him was the last thing he wanted. He'd never known the loving touch of another because the heavens decided he wasn't allowed to.

After meeting you, that yearning to be next to you became too much. To hell with his restrictions. He'd to do whatever it takes to be able to be with you even if he had to sacrifice others to do it.

In retrospect, he feels like he should've done it sooner. Being touched or even grazed doesn't feel like his skin is falling off anymore.. Plus having both arms and working legs is always a good thing. It's new and odd, but not terrible. His mind never once wandered back and regretted those he's thrown under the bus because why would it?

Unfortunately, when his body was being healed, Mahito made him healthy.. and that's all. Knowing Mahito, he'd leave Kokichi to struggle with catching up to the rest of his peers by working for his own stamina, weight, and strength from square one. Though Kokichi isn't complaining much about it. He'd still take this rather than being stuck in that god forsaken tub for a second longer.

He used to hate being fussed over because of his illness. He prefers to do things on his own and now he can. Yet, Kokichi still gets pitiful looks on other's faces when he's too weak to carry something. It makes him want to spit at them, he can use Mechamaru to do his heavy lifting for now. He doesn't need a beefed up body to do it.

Unless you're the "beefed up" one fussing over him.. He doesn't mind it when it's you. In fact, Kokichi feels grateful when it's you, endeared even. He never feels belittled or pitiful when its you.. Only you.

Judging by how he treated panda for having the ability to interact with others in person despite being a cursed corpse, Kokichi has a number of insults and creative verbal abuse he's ready to spew out once someone tries getting a little too close to you. Scratch that, he's rude in general to those he isn't familiar with.

Kokichi has a lot of anger for those he deems ungrateful. What do you expect from someone who thought he was gonna rot in a bathtub for the rest of his life to do? Not harbor resentment? Luckily, he holds just as much, if not more, love for you who he's unbelievably grateful for!

Your affection is so odd to him, a new experience that he never knew he could grow to yearn for. It's not terrible, quite the opposite. It's so wonderful he can't get enough. Every time you're around, he wants to have at least one hand on you at all times. Doesn't matter where, just as long as he feels you're around. Safe to say, he's extremely touch starved.

Oh how Kokichi would drop everything for a walk with you. He'd use every Mechamaru he had just to make sure no one disturbs either of you. Murder is just a side effect if they get too persistent. He just wants to spend time with you!

Though he likes walks, he still gets out of breath easily. Walking is nice, but he still needs time to get used to it. Offering to help will only cause him to lean against you, it's not too difficult, he doesn't weigh much for better or worse. He loves when you lend him a hand, it's just another reason to get close to you.

When you part, it's only natural that Kokichi gifts you a little trinket he made. Rejecting it will only reward you with the most devastated frown, so just accept it. If you get rid of it when coming home, it somehow always finds its way back to you? Destroying it will lead to Kokichi giving you another one.

Yes, it follows and watches you, but it's just to keep you safe! Who knows what could happen. Whether or not the little trinkets are subtle, all depends on how you reacted to him asking if it was alright to know your location at all times when he's not around. Kokichi is understanding if you're not okay with it. He'll just make his gifts extra subtle so you wont know he's watching.

He just wants to be by your side constantly, even if he's not able to be there in person. Watching you through a screen gives him a sickly familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it's better than not knowing what you're doing. He can even pick up little things about you this way for when he sees you next time! This is nothing but a win-win in his mind even if others beg to differ.

Kokichi never felt blessed. Not once since the day he was born, not until he found you. You who he feels is truly a gift from the heavens. You who he would give up everything to have. In a way, Kokichi is delusional. He sees you as the reason he got a heavenly restriction. It was as if other worldly forces tried to keep him at bay from pursuing you, but you're also the reason he broke his restrictions. He now has the body he wished for thanks to you, his drive, his motivation, his purpose, his love.

[extra shit]

Kokichi’s so fucking low key about being a chuunibyou. you're telling me he named his mech after an anime he watched. half his attacks have ultimate or ultra in the name.. HE MADE A FUCKING MECH. Your ass can't tell me he didn't watch anime while growing up and got inspired to make it a reality. He probably watched Evangelion or something.. Woah, anime dates with him where he makes your favorite creature and uses it to his advantage.. woah.

[Bonus Kokichi verbal abuse]

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #kokichi muta #muta kokichi #kokichi muta x reader #muta kokichi x reader #mechamaru #mechamaru x reader #jjk x reader #welcome mob kun to the cult.. im so sorry that you have to be our sacrificial lamb to these psycho's bullying #tl;dr kokichi is a little shy bc everythin is new but hes still open to everythin. hes just an obsessive freak for you ykyk #i love kokichi.......... dont you love him?? hes so good bro #can you see how hard im snorting copium to make up my au where hes alive #i had to put some yan into him BUT LISTEN TO ME IM NOT EVEN TRYING TO MAKE HIM A FREAK BRO #HES LITERALLY JUST LIKE THAT AND ITS SUCH A SHAME ITS NOT USED MORE #“there was someone who i loved. and i didnt care what happened to the world as long as i could be by her side and protect her” #“even if that girl didnt want me to be the one to protect her.” #HE WAS DOWN TO SACRIFICE THE WORLD?? MF HUH?? YOU WERE GONNA BETRAY EVERYONE BC YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD FIGHT. WIN. AND FIX IT?? #AND YOU WOULD FR STILL BE THERE EVEN IF THE ONE YOU LOVED DIDNT LIKE YOU BACK??? #DUDE????? #WHAT THE FCUK KOKICHI WHAT THE FUCKKKKK #ong idk if theres a handful of kokichi enjoyers out there or its one person asking for him specifically but i see you... #i'll feed you my starving cult member..... #THIS IS THE ONE I POSTED ON ACCIDENT SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY AND MISHAP ANON. I LOVE YOU. #shout out to salsamander who caught me slacking #im not sorry for the LowTierGod reference

[sukimii]

Friend/Boyfriend/Husband! Bakugou HC

Tags: fluff, domesticity, descriptions of sexual intercourse, breeding kink.

Friend!Bakugou will help you with paperwork. He will point out mistakes you're doing, and praise you where you've done a good job.

Friend!Bakugou will complain when you slack off, saying that you can't get stronger if you're not training hard enough.

Friend!Bakugou will drag your ass in the agency's private gym and fight with you until you're sweaty, tired, and can barely stand on your feet.

Friend!Bakugou will listen to whatever is bothering you, and his solution to your problems is to use him as a punching bag. He will let you take out any frustration, or anger you have on him. At first, you're reluctant, he wasn't the source of your problem, and taking it out on him seems unfair. But Bakugou can be persuasive in his own way, pushing the right buttons he knows will make you implode.

Friend!Bakugou cares about your health. He will ask you at least once every three days if you've eaten, if yes, good, you're off the hook, if not, will force-feed you whatever he concocted, because he "can't have you faint like an idiot in the middle of a fight"

Friend!Bakugou is wary of the guys that approach you, he can tell right on the spot if someone has bad intentions. He can see through any façade people put on, and he's not one to shy away from speaking his mind whenever something/someone pisses him off.

Friend!Bakugou will clumsily confess his attraction to you, saying how annoying you are because you keep popping up in his mind at the most inopportune moments.

Boyfriend!Bakugou has little to no experience when it comes to expressing his feelings, or emotions. He wants to tell you, to tell the entire world just how smart and pretty you are, but always chickens out.

Boyfriend!Bakugou who, despite having conversational difficulties, will choose to show his appreciation through actions most of the time. Yet, when worn out from work, too tired to pay any attention to anything, will voice out his thoughts. Those are the rare moments in which he showers you in compliments, but would rather try to extract petrol with his bare hands than acknowledge that such thing happened.

Boyfriend!Bakugou will pay extra attention to your mood swings, over time learning what each and every expression and tic means. If he sees you pouting to nothing in particular, he already knows that something has saddened you. If he sees you constantly touching your neck/shoulder, he knows you had slept in an uncomfortable position.

Boyfriend!Bakugou will lend you his sweaters if you're cold and will feign forgetfulness or aloofness so you can keep them for yourself.

Boyfriend!Bakugou will ask you to take it easy on the training, saying that exhausting yourself isn't gonna lead to any improvements. When you tell him that it's not what he had told you before the start of the relationship, he will pretend to not hear you.

Boyfriend!Bakugou will scowl away any man that tries to get too comfortable with you. Will keep both arms protectively around your waist, back-hugging you, while his chin rests on your shoulder as you keep chatting with them. His eyes are narrowed, telepathically telling the guy to 'back the fuck off'

Boyfriend!Bakugou who will take a run to the nearest pharmacy to buy you medicine. When sick, Bakugou will send you poetic vocals as reminders, just in case you forget. "Take your goddamn pills before I come over and shove 'em down your throat"

Boyfriend!Bakugou will spend an entire night being your therapist after a failed mission, paying extra attention to your body language. And if the problem is way deeper than he can handle, will not hesitate to drag your ass to a proper therapist.

Boyfriend!Bakugou will plant himself into your missions whenever he feels something is a bigger threat. The villain you have to take down is an S Class? He'll be involved, whether asked or not. He wants you safe, he needs to see with his eyes that you are safe.

Boyfriend!Bakugou will outright tell you to just wear his clothes, because he likes how they fit on you. He likes to see you flaunting around wearing his stuff, showing off who's the man that is making you happy. Bonus point if it keeps other men away from you.

Boyfriend!Bakugou is insecure about holding your hand because he sweats. A lot. The first time he holds your hand, he had to wipe them down several times, scared that it will gross you out.

Boyfriend!Bakugou is intimidated by the idea of a kiss. You're his first, and screwing up will only plum down his already insecure self. He's relieved when you tell him that you too are a little nervous, it had been so long since your last relationship you worried about being out of practice and potentially disappoint him. When the first kiss is done, Bakugou will ask for more. It quickly become his favorite thing to do with you, second only to cuddling.

Boyfriend!Bakugou slowly grows bold with his actions. The first time he let his hands slide down your back, placing them on your ass, his heart jumps in his throat, looking at you to see if you were in any discomfort. To his surprise, you arch against him, lacing your arms around his neck.

Boyfriend!Bakugou will explore your body like a pirate does on an island in search of treasure. He quickly grows to love every part of your body, and if there are any insecurities he will make sure to wipe them away. Thighs too big/thin? He will pamper them with kisses, force his head between them, and gropes as if they are his lifesaver. Big/Small tits? He will play with them, his attention will be on the mounds until he's sure you know he loves 'em.

Boyfriend!Bakugou will always put your pleasure first. Even if he doesn't know how to make you cum, he will try anything until you do. He cockblocks himself until he's sure you've at least cum twice.

Boyfriend!Bakugou will keep learning your body. He wants to be number one in anything, and that includes the arts of pleasuring you.

Boyfriend!Bakugou doesn't have a rhythm or kinks yet. Growing up focusing solely on becoming a hero, he never gave himself the time to tap into his turn-ons and offs. So, he learns them with you. He learns that having his hand pressed around your neck makes him hard. He learns that having his nipples sucked makes his mind foggy and his body tremble with pleasure. He learns that having your spongy walls clamp around his girth spurs him on, going harder and faster on you. He learns that hearing your broken 'I love yous' when you cum on his cock, makes him lose the little clarity he was left with. He learns that those three words have the power to make him euphorically come undone within seconds.

Boyfriend!Bakugou doesn't know what aftercare is. But is willing to learn everything about it, for you.

Boyfriend!Bakugou is happy. He's at peace when with you. And every little thing makes him fall in love deeper and deeper with you. He loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He loves your attempts at cooking, even if they end up being uneatable. Bakugou loves when you draw him a bath after a particularily rough day, especially if you join him. He loves when you wrap your hands around him and just look at him with nothing but adoration and love. Bakugou loves coming home to you dancing in his kitchen while trying some new recipe you saw on the internet.

Boyfriend!Bakugou realizes that he wants you to be a constant in his life. He realizes how loved you make him feel, whole, complete, and it dawns on him how much he wants to put a ring it.

Husband!Katsuki knows you like the back of his hand. He knows how to make your favorite drink, favorite dish, and favorite dessert. He knows when you want something but won't buy it afraid of unnecessary spending, so he will gift it to you. He knows when you don't like something, may it be furniture/décor item/dress/etc, and he's quick to get rid of it. He even knows your menstrual cycle, and it's almost scary how accurate he is.

Husband!Katsuki puts your own comfort before his. He doesn't care if his arm gets all tingly and numb when you sleep on it, nor how he knows that a certain position will give him back or neck pain once awake.

Husband!Katsuki developes a breeding kink. He loves seeing his cum seep out that pretty pussy, thrills traveling up and down his body at the idea of his seed sticking deep into you, swelling you up with his kid. And the image of you round and cozy, drives him feral. And with two fingers, he gathers his cum and pushes it back into your warm cunt.

Husband!Katsuki wants children, lots of 'em. With the goal planted deep in his brain and heart, he fucks you everyday, spilling all his worth into your tight hole, painting your insides hot white, and stays plugged to you even after his dick softens, making sure that it sticks.

Husband!Katsuki is on cloud nine when you confirm your pregnancy. He will make sure to be present to most of your doctor appointments, and if he's on duty, he'll send his mom with you, or asks yours to keep you company.

Husband!Katsuki keeps the ultrasound pictures. He has several copies of them, some are kept in his drawer, another set in his wallet, even in his agency he had a couple. And when he's not busy, and manages to get a couple of minutes away from his colleagues, he will fondly look at them while talking with you over the phone.

Husband!Katsuki takes many pictures of you pregnant. He took so many of 'em that he decides to print them out and make an album, well, several of them. Because when his children will grow older, starting their own path, he wants to remember everything, he want to see their growth, your growth with them and him.

Husband!Katsuki deliberately cries when you give birth. And it doesn't matter if it's your second, third or fourth delivery, he will never get used to it.

Husband!Katsuki is a doting father. Even if one of his children comes out quirkless, he will love them equally. They are his and your product of love. He will never miss his children's recitals, or school activities, unless he's too busy with work, but he knows you'll be there with them. Still, when he misses a school event, he feels guilty, and to make it up, will take some days off to spend with them.

Husband!Katsuki is a great father. If his quirkless child is bullied he is quick to solve the problem. He now is a spokesperson for quirkless rights, women's rights included. Having both daughters and sons, he wants to make sure that there is minimum danger toward minorities/oppressed groups. He wants to make society a better place for both you and his little gremlins.

Husband!Katsuki is usually the one that prepares dinner, when he can. And if not, will make sure to prepare breakfast for the next day. On the days he has more time available on his hands, will also prepare the bentos for everybody.

Husband!Katsuki is mesmerized and incredibly proud of how far he's come. He's enamored with the domestic lifestyle and relatively big family you created with him, and he won't trade it for anything, not even for the number one spot.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou imagine #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #mha katsuki #bnha smut #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fluff #boku no hero headcanons

[patrophthia]

willow | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x hufflepuff!reader

genre: fluff fluff flufff, just people being happy and shit, so fluffy i feel like poop for writing it while im single (when is it my turn to be happy) not beta read

word count: 3.8K

originally posted on my wattpad

— from bee: this takes place in sycamore girl timeline!

"i'm not giving it to you, of course," she remarked, voice straining. "i'm only lending it to you."

"i know," he said all too quickly, making her normally extroverted demeanor (when it came to him, at least) falter. "i promise i won't steal it."

she laughed awkwardly, trying to ease any tension off of her shoulder. "you better not, i've only got one copy of it."

"then i'll buy you a million more." he promised, then smiled, adding, "if i happen to lose it, of course."

regulus didn't think to lift his head up when someone sat down besides him. the class was about to start, there was only a limited amount of seats so, really, he couldn't have cared less about whoever decided to sit to his right. he had more important things on his hand —like whether the characters in the book he was reading will end up with one another or continue to beat around the bush.

as he was about to reach the good part, the professor clapped his hands, starting the class. regulus shut his book, intending to put it into his bag when he looked to the side. there she sat, talking to her friend who was on the other side of her as she pulled out her quill and ink.

class began, neither of them starting conversation since it wasn't needed. every once in a while she would mutter something low under her breath, her eyes narrowing on the blackboard before she turned to him and cleared her throat, asking if the words on the board was what she thought it was and he would help before they went back to what they were doing.

"hey, is canada real?"

regulus turned to her with an incredulous look, brows knitted together trying to gauge whether she was joking or not. finally, he answered. "no."

"thanks," she replied with a smile, and turned back to what she had been doing.

the professor then began droning on about the lesson —one that regulus knew through and through, solely because, the book he was reading (a romance though he would never say it out loud) was a modern retelling of the event they were learning. he shut his notebook, pulling out the novel he was reading previously and continued where he left off.

it wasn't long before she finished as well, shutting her book and trying to tune into the lesson but only to feel as though she was being lull to sleep. to her left was regulus black, sitting handsomely as he always did with a hard cover novel (the dust jacket of it removed) in his elegantly pale hands.

the spine didn't hide the title of the novel though. false god, it read. she smiled knowingly at this. the book was about two sorcerers playing lovers when they despised one another, an enemies to lovers romance.

"heaven is when you touch me and hell is when i fight with you," i confessed, staring into her dark brown eyes. "but i can't help but feel as if we're being led by blind faith."

salazar, this novel is sickeningly sweet.

"i know that look."

regulus brows tightened slightly, tuning into her voice besides him and yet, not giving her his full attention.

"they confessed to her, didn't they?"

the slytherin looked over his book, peeking at her to find her smiling at him. clearing his throat, regulus asked, "you've read this?"

"yup," she said quietly, not wanting to be caught by the professor. "it's written by one of my favorite authors so i kind of had to."

regulus tilted his head slightly. "how'd you know what part i was at?"

"i had that same look on my face when i read it."

had she been watching him read? "oh." he let out, there was a pause before he spoke up again. "did they ever end up together?"

"if i told you that, i'd be spoiling you." she pulled out a piece of paper from her book and began drawing out lines before turning them into small boxes, pushing the parchment to the middle of the table, she looked up at him with a sheepish smile. "how about a game of tic tac toe instead?"

somewhere along the lines of tic tac toes and [name] ranting about the recent novels she'd read before lending it to him, regulus became quite fond of her. he had found himself —more often then not— missing her presence when he was with any of his other 'friends.'

it also didn't help that whenever she flirted with him —something he knew she did because, she liked seeing him get flustered after she said something mildly suggestive to him. he had always thought she was pretty ever since he'd first met her in first year (it was hard not to notice someone when you shared classes with them) but it had never been something that stuck as prominently in his mind as it did now.

the news of one of the black brother being engaged spread like wild fire at hogwarts, everyone —and he meant everyone— began bothering him non-stop. wanting to know if they could get an invite to the wedding (the answer to which he always said no to.)

today had been no different, every single person he'd encountered had asked for an invitation. he was tired of it and if anything he longed for the next class he had. the one he had with her. the one where she sat next to him and talked to him about anything but the lesson or the dreaded wedding.

she got to class five minutes later than him like she always did and smiled the second she spotted him, there was a skip in her step as she made her way over. "i just found the best novel ever."

regulus lifted an eyebrow, the corner of his lips curving upwards, giving her his full attention.

"right so the novel is called seven, it's written by the same author who wrote false god," she started, eyes drifting towards the door once a while to make sure that the professor wasn't there. "it's about two childhood friends who was separated when they were seven due to family issues from the guys' part. it's so beautiful, regulus. you'll love it."

regulus. they way it sounded so soft coming from her lips had him feeling things he'd never felt before. he would never tire hearing her say his name.

there was a content look on his face, listening and listening as she brought the fore mentioned novel from her bag and handed it to him. "i even annotated it for you. the pink are for the lines that i loved and the green is for the lines i think you'd love 'cause you're a slytherin and all."

he took it in his hand, eyeing it carefully. he flipped the cover over, seeing her hand writings scattered all around it —some of it being her gushing over the characters. he looked back to her, grey eyes going blue with affection.

"i'm not giving it to you, of course," she remarked, voice straining. "i'm only lending it to you."

"i know," he said all too quickly, making her normally extroverted demeanor (when it came to him, at least) falter. "i promise i won't steal it."

she laughed awkwardly, trying to ease any tension off of her shoulder. "you better not, i've only got one copy of it."

"then i'll buy you a million more." he promised, then smiled, adding, "if i happen to lose it, of course."

" 'course."

as he turned to his side, planning on placing the novel into his bag so he wouldn't misplace it. she called out. "hey reg."

reg. regulus noted. that was a new one. he liked it, he really did like it. he let out a hum of indifferent acknowledgment, not yet facing her as he tried not to show just how much the nickname had effected him.

"would you like to go out this weekend?" there was short second of silence, it wasn't long until she picked up once more. "like on a date?"

before he could even stop himself, he blurted out. "i have plans tomorrow."

"oh."

regulus couldn't help but feel like he was being stabbed in the chest by how deflated she sound. he didn't spare a second when he turned to face her, not wanting to drown in his own guilt. "but yes."

"yes?" she repeated unsurely.

"yes," he concurred. "i'd love to go out with you —on a date. what seems to be the problem is that i have plans to meet up with dear brother's and his fiancée, and i don't want you to spend your weekend waiting for me—"

"reg, i'm perfectly fine with waiting." she cut him off. "although, you nearly made me cry with your 'i have plans tomorrow' i thought you were rejecting me."

"i would never reject you." how could he? not when he had been waiting for something between them to happen for the longest time.

•••

sirius and his fiancée bid their goodbyes with knowing smile, leaving him be as [name] made her way over to him. the booth was pretty much empty with him being the only one sat there, cheeks tinted pink as he waited for her to be seated down.

she took the one opposing him, smiling at him prettily. "you look nice."

"i look nothing compared to you," he countered almost shyly. and then, clearing his throat, regulus asked her, "where'd you want to go?"

"i was going to ask you that," she replied, feeling small under his gaze. "should we just walk around until we figure out what we want to do?"

regulus smiled at that. and with a nod of his head; he stood up, standing awkwardly besides their table. she stood up as well and as they made their way out, she stopped, buying two bottles of butter-beer for them to enjoy whilst they made their way to the next location.

hogsmeade wasn't as pack as he had expected it to be. sure, they were hundreds of teenagers around his age walking around with thick scarves signifying their houses colors walking around but, —unlike every other time he'd been to hogsmeade during the weekends— he could still see the road before him rather than it being a field of hair.

he turned to the side, intending to look at her only to find her already watching him. "where do we go from here? left or right?"

regulus thought about it for a second. no matter where they went, he'd still be happy, he was with her and that would be good enough for him.

"your choice."

the date went as well as he could've imagined it to. regulus followed after everywhere she strayed, smiling and giggling brightly at whatever caught her attention. and by the end of the night, regulus had walked her back to her common room and (with all his inner gryffindor courage) kissed her good night.

he'd turned his back at the speed of light right after, hiding just how truly giddy and flustered he'd felt. fuck. regulus black might be in love.

•••

march rolled around, along with it came both remus lupin and james potter's birthday. both of which, the marauders had threw parties for and both of which, regulus had been invited to.

lupin's party was fun; regulus had enjoyed it to bits, it was a small party with those only in the marauder's close circle invited to. potter's party was the exact opposite, loud music and booze could be seen every he turned.

regulus had been waiting for his girlfriend when he spotted sirius' fiancée and her friends come in. he'd join in on their teasing about sirius' (not) crush on his fiancée and quickly caught onto how his dear brother's attitude change when he found out that she was a light weight.

"don't worry darling, i know how to have fun without getting drunk." whipped.

it was clear that sirius was staying sober for his fiancée (that he definitely didn't have romantic feelings for) if it wasn't clear by how he had kept his eyes on her the entire night, then it was extremely clear when james —the reason he'd said he'd stay sober for, asked for his help and all he did was tell him to sod off and went to her aid.

the man was in love and he didn't even know it.

when [name], regulus' favorite person, arrived, he'd had to tear his eyes away from her just so he could converse with other people at the party. she looked so beautiful and he was so, so, so lucky to have her be his girlfriend.

"what are you looking at?"

"you," he answered slyly. did someone spike the punch? why is his words flowing out so easily? what is this. "you're the prettiest girl, i've ever seen."

there was a look on her face, somewhere between shying off and laughing at his words. he'd always said nice things to her, things that made her weak in the knees and completely drunk off of him.

but something, something about him being slightly intoxicated and gushing about how gorgeous he thought she was, made her feel dizzy (all in the good way, of course).

"my love," regulus called out after a moment, grabbing her attention. "would you come to my brother's wedding?"

"as your date?"

"of course, as my date. as if i'll ever let you out of my sight," he replied, words slurring the tiniest bit.

she cracked out a winsome smile, nodding. "of course, i will."

•••

the wedding day came soon enough and sirius made it clear, very clear, so clear that if anyone dared to go against his wishes he would personally hunt them down himself. that everyone he cared for —including regulus himself— would have to get ready at the potter's house because, it is where he'd be and he would need the emotional support to go through this.

the women took over a side of the house, getting all dolled up with the help of one another while the men made snacks and gave sirius pep talks. regulus was sat next to lupin, both chewing on the snacks that potter had prepared and listened to sirius bugger longbottom with as many questions as he could.

longbottom always answered, being the only married man in the friend group made him the most suitable source for answers to sirius' inquiries.

"but isn't scary?" sirius questioned, brows knitting together as james fixed up his bow tie. "sharing everything with one another."

"not really," longbottom answered carefully. "it's scary at first, yes, but after a while it's a very comforting thing. knowing that you can share your inner thoughts with your lover and not be judged."

"but she's not my lover." sirius frowned. "we're just friends."

"then it makes no difference," longbottom said with a small smile. "i was friends with alice before we were a couple —not that i'm trying to force anything between you two of course. what i'm trying to say is, if james is a friend to you and you could share anything with him then you can definitely share everything with her."

"you're not getting cold feet are you?" regulus asked, his tone slightly teasing.

sirius turned to him, his face unreadable. "of course, not. i could never do that to her, not when she's been nothing but lovely about all this."

"not when you think she's so pretty," lupin chirped in lazily.

"that's because, she is."

"sure, she is," remus murmured, making sirius turned to him sharply. remus clicked his tongue, the corner of his lips edging upward. "i never said she wasn't."

"you didn't, but your tone was patronizing." sirius smacked potter's hands away, making him scowl as he backed away. "and quite frankly, i don't appreciate my wife being spoken about in that tone of voice."

"my wife." potter repeated loudly. "are you sure you're not in love with her?"

"what makes you think otherwise?"

"i dunno," potter said stupidly, "maybe because of the way you talk about her."

"or the way you look at her," lupin added. "we could go on for days, mate."

"do you lots hate me or something?" sirius grumbled. "you're always teaming up against me, is it funny to you?"

"it is." came a more feminine voice. the men turn, all finding their dates (except sirius) standing by the door way. "it's the most comical thing ever to hear you deny your love for your fiancée."

"i hate you guys," sirius grumbled. lily and sirius continued on with their banter, but regulus was no longer listening, finding himself too awestruck at the sight of his girlfriend.

she stood besides mckinnon, donning the prettiest he'd ever seen. she smiled upon feeling his gaze on her, an action that made regulus want to do nothing but kiss her until she was breathless. instead, he stood up from his spot and made his way over to her.

"you look handsome," she commented once they stood toe to toe. of course, he did (not that he was trying to be conceited). he made sure he looked as best as he could if he would be having someone as beautiful as her in his arms.

"thank you," regulus said softly, eyes kept on her as he spoke. no words will be able to explain just how divine she looked. and so, regulus chalked it up to a simple compliment. "you look lovely."

"i try to, for you."

bullshit. even if she wasn't trying —and he knew this for certain from all the previous time he'd spent with her; bundled up in her dorm with bags under their eyes as they hovered over her desk and conversed about their projects, heads on the pillow once they wrapped up, looking as though they were on their dying breath— she'd still look lovely.

•••

the start of regulus' seventh years went as well as he hoped. sure, he was drowning in assignments during the first week of classes but he had a girlfriend. and that makes up about seventy percent of it.

he'd grown accustomed to having meals with her by his side so it was no surprise when he was the first thing she found when she made her way into the great hall with a letter in hand.

"guess what," she started up excitedly, taking the seat opposing his. regulus supplied her with a what? encouraging her on. "i got an owl last night."

"who's it from?"

"just your sister in law," she said as casually as she could but the enthusiasm was not lost in her voice. "would you like to know why?"

"yes." he humored her, filling her goblet up with water. "i would like to know why, please."

"well." she placed the opened up the letter and placed it down. "sirius confessed in an overly dramatic way about whether she loved you more than she loved him, long story short they ended kissing. moral of the story, our favorite couple is no longer getting a divorce."

"i could write a romance book about that."

"please don't," regulus murmured, reading the letter for himself. sure enough, there —written in ink— was the details of the said confession and how they would not be going through with their divorce as they try to navigate their new relationship. "oh no."

"oh no?" she repeated, tone drastically different from his.

"oh no," he said once more, as if agreeing to something. "sirius talked about adopting me, if they stayed married that might just happen."

"that's stupid, regulus. she would never agree to that."

"you underestimate just how persuasive sirius can be, my love." he took a sip from his mug, his tea now cold. "he managed to convince her into marrying someone as horrid as him, adoption won't be as hard."

"you say that like he's the worst man to ever exist." he gave her look. one that was practically asking her if she was testing him. "besides, she married him for the money. she won't get anything out of adopting you."

"yes, she would."

"and what would that be?" she asked, mildly uninterested.

"me."

"and that's a good thing?"

regulus mouth dropped into a small O. the black had always had a flair for the dramatics and he was no exception. "yes," he said with full offense. "how could you ever think otherwise. i'm your boyfriend."

"i just—" she shrugged. "—you're not all that."

regulus was gasping now, eyes full with hurt. "i don't think i want to be with you anymore."

"is that so?"

"no." he denied with annoyance.

the grandfather clock rang, signaling the start off class and the pair stood up. regulus standing besides her as he waited for her to pack up her stuff.

the couple shared their first class, so it was obvious for them to walk with one another. once arriving, regulus headed towards the middle table; not too far away and not too close to the professor. he sat first, tapping the empty seat that was by his side for her to take.

she took it, smiling when her friends took to the table in front of them and began conversations with one another. class soon began, the professor droning on about the lessons when regulus found himself in a position he'd never been in before.

her hand was dropped to the side and he'd never wanted to hold something as much as he did now. he was practically begging for her to take his hand but he was too prideful to admit it.

"it's rude to stare," she said quietly, and regulus was distinctly reminded of their first encounter. same classroom, same seats. how history repeats itself never fails to amaze him. "even if you're staring at their hand."

he teared his eyes away, playing oblivious. "i don't know what you're talking about."

"right," she murmured as if she believed him. "did you want to hold my hand?"

"yes."

she took his hand at his answer, intertwining their fingers and placing it comfortably on her thigh before she turned back to the lesson.

time will age as will the both of them, and despite how greedy and selfish it may sound. regulus hoped it would never remove the memory of her smile when he'd first saw her.

life was a willow and it bent right through her wind.

#regulus x yn #regulus x you #regulus x reader #regulus black humor #regulus black fluff #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x yn #marauders era x reader #🧳: my writing

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

#4 with lots of angst but a happy ending!😭

Warning: Mentions of car accident, pregnancy complications, 4pre-term birth, hospitals.

Harry had been a bit hesitant to schedule any shows for when you made it to your 6 month of pregnancy. However, you assured him that you wouldn't even start your maternity leave until the 7 month mark because you wanted more time after the baby was born; you didn't want to feel rushed to say goodbye to her. You had a desk job, so you weren't doing anything strenuous and your job also wasn't all that stressful. So during a break in his tour he came home and after a few checks ups where Harry asked a bajillion questions, your doctor assured him that everything was perfectly normal and looking really great.

It's not that Harry didn't want to tour, he actually really did because after your baby came he intended to take at least a year or two to just be there with you both. But he also didn't want to be away from you just in case you needed him during this time. But you reminded him that your mom would be coming in from LA to help out soon and well, his mom was constantly around, doting on you, and other friends of yours and Harry's in town, so you had many people around who would surely lend a hand if you ever needed it. So with that information, plus your doctor's confirmation he gave Jeffrey the green light to add one more month of shows to his tour. After all, it would be the last one for a bit.

He was having a blast, he was making the most of these last few shows because he knew he'd miss it a lot down the line. And right now he was in the huddle with the band, pep talking them all right before they got on stage. They were just about to do their chant when he heard someone call his name loudly.

"Harry!" he turned around to see Brad running over with his phone to his ear looking absolutely panicked and scared and worried all mixed into one. He'd never seen him looking that scared and it made him start to worry. As soon as he was closer to the huddle he lowered his voice, "H, Y/N's been in a serious car accident. It's not good." He said and his stomach immediately sank. Everyone's cheerful and excited expressions shifted into those of concern and sadness, "Your mum just called Jeff, she just got to the hospital, they won't give her any details." he said as he said whatever Jeffrey was telling him on the line.

Harry was frozen though, he wasn't sure what to do. He just knew he needed to get there as soon as possible. People always overthink and ponder about bizarre or worst case scenarios to maybe know how to handle them when they arise, but this is not something that Harry would have ever even considered. He was in shock, he had no control, he had no idea what was going on. He couldn't even cry. His ears were just ringing as he heard the crowd cheering and roaring maniacally as the screens darkened, indicating he was about to go on.

"The show." he finally said flatly as he swallowed the lump in his throat, "I can't do the show."

"Yeah, Tommy's already taking care of that." Brad assured him, "Let's just get your things, we're trying to get you there as soon as possible. Jeff is on the other line with Kris. I guess Kim is in town for work, she flew on her jet." he said and Harry nodded, "C'mon". Brad said and guided Harry back to his dressing room. The band rushed after them and followed Harry to his dressing room. He needed to get changed out of his crazy costume... he was trying to get his shoes off, but his shaking hands were making the simple task almost impossible.

"H, I've got it." Mitch said to him softly as he stooped down and Harry nodded. Once his shoes were off he hurried to get changed into his casual clothes. The rest of the band started gathering his things, getting them into his duffle bag so that he could head out as soon he was done changing. They all frowned when they heard him start to vomit in the bathroom but it was understandable, there are just somethings in life that cause a visceral reaction.

Harry just couldn't believe that this was rally happening. He felt like he was outside of his body in a way, just disconnected. But all that came crashing when he realized that no one had any idea of your condition. No one knew if your baby girl was alright...or maybe they wouldn't tell his mom anything because neither of you had made it...the thought of that just made him feel sick to his stomach. He dropped to his knees and just started to hurl up everything in his stomach. He was coughing through his tears and he exhaled shakily as he wiped off his mouth. He then flushed the toilet and rinsed out his mouth before he finished changing.

"Here, H." Sarah said handing over his toothbrush when he opened the door.

"Thank you." he mumbled as he took it and quickly brushed his teeth.

"Yes! We got the jet!" Brad said to everyone as soon as Kim confirmed to Jeffrey that her flight crew was heading to the airfield as they spoke. Everyone sighed in relief at this news, "She told Jeff that they can get you there in 2 hours." he told Harry and he nodded. He wished he could teleport, but 2 hours was better than nearly three hours of flight, not counting the entire process he'd have to go through at the airport. He'd make it there after midnight if that were the case, so the fact that she was in town and was just letting him take her jet was a heaven ordained miracle, and he hoped it wouldn't be the last of the night. Not even ten minutes later they were off to the airfield.

True to her word, Kim's crew was ready to go as soon as his car pulled up. He and Brad hurried out and they had taken off not even five minutes later.

********

Back at the hospital Anne was in a complete panic because no one was telling her anything. No one was giving her any information or just brushing her off. She knew that you were on your way to get your mother from the airport, so she sent Michal and Gemma to go get her and bring her over.

She was more than relieved when Jeffrey called her to let her know that Harry had been able to borrow a jet and was in the air now. But as she hung up with Jeffrey she started getting a lot of text messages from friends and family asking if Y/N was alright. One person sent her a video that someone had taken of the paramedics wheeling her into the ambulance. She immediately called Jeffrey back and he got to work on making sure that those videos got taken down. But obviously, the internet spreads information like a wildfire and half an hour later there were even news reports on the television. People started to recognize her and come ask her questions and so eventually the hospital staff just let her stay in a private room while she waited for your mum, Gem, and Michal to arrive.

********

Obviously, Harry saw the videos. He didn't think he'd be riddled with messages about this; people were asking him questions that he didn't even have the answers to. The not knowing was the worst part. There was already news that he had cancelled his show and speculation that the rest of the tour was cancelled, which he hadn't even spoken to anyone about but that was true. Even if it was a good outcome, he didn't want to be apart from you after this.

He was afraid though because in the videos he saw your pants had blood on them and you didn't appear to be fully conscious as you were wheeled away. The accident had been bad; your car had been t-boned on the driver's side, so you surely had taken the impact, which he knew couldn't be good. He didn't want to think anymore, he just wanted to get there and do whatever he could to help.

********

Once your mother got there the hospital staff were far more collaborative as they shared information on your condition. And thankfully Harry had arrived shortly after everyone else. He asked to speak to the doctors straight away before anything else, he needed to know what was going on before he faced anyone else.

"Good evening, Mr. Styles-"

"Just tell me what happened please." he cut the woman off and she nodded.

"For now your wife is stable, we're just closing her up from the c-section. In terms of your daughter, she's in the NICU. Unfortunately we're not too sure if she'll make it on her own yet." she explained to him and Harry just felt his heart tighten up in his chest as his throat bobbed. "The impact caused very serious abdominal trauma to your wife. First responders determined that the placenta was moderately detached from the uterus because of the bleeding she had." she explained, "When we opened her up though it was completely detached." she said and he shook his head.

"OK, but what does that mean for my baby?" he asked, slightly aggravated. He didn't understand why these people just never said what they meant. He understood it could be hard to give people bad news, but beating around the bush was far more harmful in his opinion.

"When the placenta detaches it means the baby has no oxygen or nutrients. And in severe cases like this it's standard to perform an emergency c-section as quickly as possible to ensure that damage to the baby is minimal." she explained to him and his tears started to fall, "Unfortunately, we don't know long it was fully detached for...if it happened upon impact or on the way to the hospital. But this can lead to several complications for the baby, but given that your wife is just shy of 31 weeks the baby still has some growing to do and my biggest concern is brain injury, which can cause a lot of developmental delays. We just won't know until later down the line." she explained and he nodded, "We've got her on some oxygen for now since her lungs are not fully developed yet. But in normal, pre-term birth circumstances babies born between 31 to 34 week have a 95% survival rate, which is very good." she said and he sighed.

"But this is not a normal, pre-term circumstance." he said to her.

"No, but we're doing everything we can. Your baby seems to have developed really well from what I was able to see. These next couple of hours are critical though and if she makes it through the night I’ll be very optimistic about her recovery.”

"Can I see them?" he asked.

"I can certainly arrange for that. You might be able to see the baby first, but she's in the incubator and it'll be a bit frightening to see her hooked up to several things, but that's just what we need to do to keep her stable." she informed and he nodded, "Your wife had to have a blood transfusion, so she's out. And I believe they are also treating to her fractures. She may also be out for a few more hours since she also suffered a concussion."

"Jesus..." he sighed shakily.

"Your wife will pull through though. She's in great health, Mr. Styles." she assured him and he nodded.

"Alright, thank you Dr. Mehta." he said and she nodded, "I'll escort you to the room your relatives have been given and someone will come get you shortly to see your baby." she said.

It was about 15 minutes before a nurse came in to take Harry over to the NICU. He had to get into a full body paper suit, hairnet, mask, and gloves before he could get in. Once that was squared away he was led to the little incubating carriage that had your little girl in it. When Harry saw her he was shocked at just how tiny she was, he swore she'd fit in in his hand, she couldn't be bigger than his forearm. He was happy to see her, but like the doctor had said it was also scary to see her so tiny and defenseless hooked up to all those things. It was hard to know that she was fighting for her life.

“Can I touch her?” He asked the nurse.

“Of course. You just put your arm through the hole there.” She explained and he nodded, “Just mind the tubes and monitoring pads.” She said and he nodded, “I’ll give you a few minutes, I’ll be right out there if you need anything.”

“Thank you.” Harry hummed and then he was left alone. As soon as she was gonna he started to cry. You two hadn’t even agreed on her name yet; but he was glad you hadn't because it might be more painful to name her and lose her. It pained him so much to think that she might not make it through the night and that maybe you'd never even get to see her. He hesitated before his gloved hand made contact with her through the hand opening, but he shook off his concern and just touched the top of her tiny hand. He saw the faintest little twitch in her fingers and he chuckled happily at her response as his tears fell even harder, "Hi princess!" he smiled through his tears, "It's me, your dad." he sniffled, "Please, just...just hang on for me, princess. We already love you so much, we can't say goodbye." he cried quietly. He prayed silently to the heavens that his little girl you make it. She had to make it.

********

It was about two hours later that he was told he could go see you. You were still unconscious but at least he got to see that you were alive. Your right shoulder, arm, hip, and leg were in a cast. He was glad that at least your mom was with him so that they could hold each other while they cried. She wanted to stay a while longer so Harry gave her some privacy as he stepped outside of the room. Letting out a sigh of relief that you were alive. A little torn up, but still with him.

It was undoubtedly a sleepless night. He couldn't risk missing anything. It was around 8:30am the next morning when Dr. Mehta came by the waiting room. He hurriedly woke everyone else up as she stepped into the room.

"Good morning, Mr. Styles and family." Dr. Mehta smiled. If she was saying that it meant that it was good news, right?

"Any updates?" he asked and she nodded.

"Your baby is stable. She remained stable all night." she shared happily and every let out a sigh of relief. He felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders, "now this doesn't mean she's out of the NICU, her stay will be a bit longer, I'm afraid, but she is out of immediate danger." she informed him and he nodded, "Your wife should be waking up in the next couple of hours."

"Thank you, thank you so much." he sighed and she nodded.

"I did want to show you something though."

"Of course." he stood and followed after her.

"I was reviewing your wife's chart and I noticed something interesting." she said and he nodded. Harry followed her down the hall and she let him into an empty room with an x-ray projector. She set the file in her hand down and pulled out your x-rays and powered on the projector before she placed them on the screen. "Look at the fractures. They're here on the shoulder, elbow, hip and femur." she said and Harry nodded, "That's why your baby's alive." she said and he turned to her.

"I don't understand." he said.

"I think your wife had enough time to react before she was hit. It looks like she tried to turn her body away was much as possible, which explains the way her shoulder fractured and she probably used her arm and leg to try to shield her stomach so that they took the brunt of the impact."

"That's...so incredible. Thank you for showing this to me." he nodded with tearful eyes and she nodded.

"Of course. My shift is over, but I'll be back again tonight. Your nurses from last night are still on shift."

"Thank you." he said before he headed back to the waiting room and shared with his family what the doctor had told him. He was so proud of you and he couldn't wait to tell you.

When you woke up a few hours later he immediately went over to see you. It all tears for the first few minutes before you asked about your baby. He squeezed your hand gently and sniffled.

"She's alright. I get to see her again later." he explained and you nodded in relief, "She's just a tiny little thing, this big, I swear." he smiled through his tears as he demonstrated her length to you with his hands, "Your doctor said you saved her life. S'why you're all broken, baby." he said and you smiled at him as you cleared your throat to speak.

"I just wanted to protect her as much as I could." you sniffled and he nodded.

"You did, my love. She's here because of you." he sobbed and kissed your forehead and you felt a weight lifted off of your shoulders, "I told you adding more shows was a bad idea..." he said and you chuckled before you winced, "Oh, I'm sorry, not making you laugh's gonna be hard."

"It might be if you were actually funny, baby." you croaked out and he pouted playfully as you smiled at him. "What're we gonna name our baby? We haven't even discussed it properly."

"S'cause we knew it'll get us in a tiff. But considering you're handicapped and all, I supposed your opinion bears more weight." he said and you chuckled again and he grinned, "And you said I'm not that funny..." he hummed as he ran his thumb over your knuckles.

"I'm concussed." you reminded and he chuckled and shook his head.

"Well, I told her that she was so loved...and well, she's our little love. So I think I want to call her Love." he said and you smiled.

"Love Styles sounds like a cheap lingerie brand." you wheezed as you tried to adjusted yourself a bit and he burst our laughing before reaching up and fluffing your pillow up a bit.

"Yeah...that's...definitely not what I'm going for." he smiled and you smiled back.

"We don't have to decide yet." you said and he nodded.

"I'm just so happy that you're still here with me." he said softly and you sniffled and nodded.

"Me too."

********

It had been a few days and Harry just needed to get home and get showered and changed. It felt good to be home and when he walked past the nursery he smiled, he couldn't wait to have you and your baby home. When Harry got into your shared bedroom he haphazardly dumped his bag out on the bed in search of his toothbrush before heading in for a shower. He took his time under the hot and soothing water. After he stepped out and dried off a bit he just dropped onto your bed and before he knew he passed out. He had maybe slept six hours in the the last 2 days.

"Harry." he heard faintly, "Hang on, he's passed out." he heard as he gained consciousness and slowly blinked his eyes open to see Brad hovering over him and he immediately sat up.

"Is everything OK?"

"Yeah, mate. Y/N wanted to ask you something." he said and he grabbed Brad's phone.

"I've been calling you." you said and he sighed.

"Sorry baby, phone's dead. What is it?" he asked groggily.

"Let's name her Violet." You said and Harry smiled.

"I like that a lot." he said with a grin.

"Yeah?" You asked.

"Yeah, it's perfect." he agreed.

"OK. That's all. Get some rest."

"I'll be back soon though, OK? I love you." he said and you nodded.

"I love you." you hummed back and he blew a kiss at the screen before you hung up.

"Love Styles? Really?" Brad asked him and he scoffed.

"Oh, shut up..." Harry huffed before draping his arm over his eyes.

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[madwomansapologist]

peach salinger being obsessed with you would include

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synopsis: When you met Peach Salinger at Brown, somehow you just got the feeling that she would be important for you. When Peach first saw you wandering the college halls in search of your class, she knew you were the one. And no one, not even you, would ever change that.

warnings: yandere!peach salinger. manipulation. codependency. controlling behavior. substance abuse. jealousy. gaslighting. groping. nudes. in this house we support women's wrong (literally. since the first day. just read my acount name). female!reader.

• Being already late to your first day of college, it only made you more and more anxious that you couldn't find your classroom. Lucky for you, Peach Saling was your knight in a shining armor.

• Peach Salinger was something else. The right name, the right talent, the right face. Everything seemed to work out for her. While you were still struggling to pay your bills, dealing with jobs that didn't bring you any happiness, discovering that living alone meant much more than just privacy; Peach was already at her peak.

• As your senior, it was only natural for Peach to had dealt with something that just now you were facing. She helped you with what teachers to avoid and what to rely on. Quickly she turned into someone you wanted to talk to. Than someone you would vent to. Than she was your someone.

• Meetings in hallways, a few shared classes, turned into going out for coffee and walks together. Without realizing it, the perfect Instagram photo dates turned into you with a towel over your head and a green hydratation mask trying to learn how to use your coffee machine while Peach freaked out over a friend who threw an initiation party when she was the one who came up with the idea first.

• Peach Salinger wasn't used to people really caring for her. Of course there are a lot of people that want to be her, to have what she owns, to wear her skin. Many people would die to talk to her, to touch her, to lay with her. But people willing to know her? To see her, hear her, understand her: there isn't a lot that fit into this description.

• She is your best friend. You said that so naturally. Like you didn't even thought you may be wrong. Like you didn't even imagined Peach didn't already knew that. Her smile made her cheeks throb.

• Best friends forever. That's nice. That's really fucking great. But Peach didn't become who she is by lying to herself. She wants more than that. More of you. Peach would never be satisfied with this hunger for you. She could eat you whole and it wouldn't be enough.

• Peach knew all she needed to do was to wait. Because one day you will look at her and realize that no one could ever be better than Peach fucking Salinger. That you would never find someone like her. So she made sure to make you see that.

• Peach made a point of touching you whenever she could. Holding your hand as you both walk, fixing your hair when the breeze moved it from place, holding your thigh when you sat next to her. If Peach's hand was cold and you were cross-legged, she would just stick her hand between your legs. You know, girls things.

• We-are-both-girls was her excuse for eveything. To apply gloss to your lips when you were touching up your makeup. To see the messages you exchanged with your crushes. To snoop through your things while you were working on the computer. To lend you clothes, but not before making you try them on in front of her to see if they would look perfect on you. To sleep cuddled with you.

• Peach loves to just take care of you. For strangers it may even look like you both are on a relationship already. Peach always have medicine with her, bandages for when you use heels, space for your things on her bag. She loves to carry your things with her, and to have you asking for what you want. She knows what coffee you prefer, when you get hungry, how stressed you can get when you're sleepy.

• But she also loves to be the center of attention. To have you taking care of her. Most of the time you do it just because. Like when you bought something for her to eat. Or when you remember what kind of movie she likes. When you brush her hair when she is late to something. But sometimes Peach wants more. She pretends to get sick, what on her case includes taking actual pills to make you worry about her, just to feel you hugging her.

• Peach will defend you from anything. No one can ever do something against you — better: no one can do something Peach think is against you. Once a man thought he had the right to say something about your clothes. Peach made sure a video of him saying shit about the professor working on his thesis went viral.

• You were so close to her that you didn't even thought carefully before revealing that most of your passwords were your birthday or your cat's name. That you didn't even doubt that giving a copy of your apartment key could be a bad choice. That it would be better not to accept Peach's help.

• Peach has more money than she can waste, and of course she tries that with you. So many gifts that you would never have if it wasn't for her. Jewerly she puts on you, dresses she helps you get into, heels she loves to buckle. But when you asked for financial help... Oh, that was something else.

• To help you with your bills means having you even closer to her.

• Sometimes you felt like someone is watching you, but you thought it was a ufounded fear. You didn't even knew the amount of hard drives that Peach had with pictures and videos of you. From mundane things to intimate moments. You reorganizing your kitchen's cabinet, entering a farmacy, dining with a date.

• But the pictures she have of you naked are printed, safe inside her vault.

• It happened once you both got wasted. Peach is stronger when it comes to alcohol, only because she was used to abuse on it, but even her was feeling tipsy. You both went to her home after the party, and on this inebriated state of mind you said something out loud.

• Trying to get rid of your dress, you told her you were feeling so hot you wanted to record it. It was just a silly thing, something you wouldn't say if you were sober, but all Peach did was found a old camera and asked you to pose.

• They started as something innocent. You smiling to the camera, making silly poses, showing off your dress — a gift from Peach. You lay down on her bed, Peach sitting on top of you, so close and yet so far.

• When Peach touched your waist, it was almost as if you could read her mind. You just asked her if she would mind picturing you naked. Of course she wouldn't. So you took of your dress, posing more and more and more. From now on, you weren't looking at the camera. You were looking at her.

• That morning you woke up completely naked on her bed. She has two hundred pictures from that night and a video on her phone of you sleeping.

• One day you will realize that she's the one for you. Until there, Peach you keep on being your best friend forever.

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[mistywaves98]

✧･ﾟ:* ->Bully! Xiao x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: Modern AU, Non con, dark themes, slight yandere, Dacryphilia, Edging turned to Overstimulation, Repitition of words, Dumbification, Forced stuff, Non consensual groping, Fingering, Degradation, I think that's it!

✧･ﾟ:* -> Week 3 of my 400 special! I tried to write some detailed descriptions but I don't think they came out well...hope you enjoy anyway!

✧･ﾟ:* Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

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He didn't really know why he disliked you so much. Was it because you were at the top of the class? Hmph, teacher's pet. Maybe it was because you had friends, but he was probably the only person in the school that didn't have any. Or perhaps it was the way you were so fucking perfect. Too perfect, everytime he looked at you he wanted to ruin you, to wipe that blinding smile of your face, to rip those expensive outfits you wore, to destroy your reputation among your classmates. But at the same time, he wanted to get close to you, to get to know you and eventually have you under him, squirming in pleasure as his cock plunges in an out of you. Such thought makes his heart flutter but then the actual sight of you makes him want to throw up.

So what does he do? Why make your live a living hell of course! Roughly shoving you against lockers whenever he passed next to you, refusing to help or lend you anything to you in class or in general, always making snide comments whenever you did something clumsy or stupid. His favourite was tripping you up in the cafeteria in front of everyone, seeing the tears flow down your face in humiliation as you look up at him briefly before running out filled him with a sick sense of joy.

Soon you'd find none of your friends wanted to speak to you, in fact, none of your classmates, especially the guys, wanted anything to do with you. Because guess what, a certain someone was spreading rumors about you being nothing but a slut who only gets close to guys to have sex with them and nothing you said could change their minds. And that certain someone just happens to be the only one that 'cares' about your existence. 'Caring' meaning the bullying the life out of you even more, and what was worse was that now everyone laughed with him whenever he decided to humiliate you, which seemed to be happening a lot ever since you've become a loner.

And just when you thought life couldn't get any worser, your teacher told you you'd be staying in the same dorm as him. Upon hearing those words your face dropped and your head snapped in his direction only to be met with a smile that sent feelings of dread down your spine. It was as bad as you expected it to be. He made you do all the chores, saying that unless you wanted him to ruin your life even more than he already has you can go ahead and try to defy him.

But the weird thing was that Xiao seemed to get rather, touchy ever since you became roommates with him. Sure you had your own room and bed to sleep in, but he would always force you to sleep with him instead. You didn't like the idea at all but there was nothing you could do to free yourself from the two arms secured firmly around your stomach and the more you struggled the more bone- crushing it became. But that wasn't even the worst part. Often he would randomly latch on to you and literally feel you up like if you were lovers. He was so smug when he did it too, knowing that you knew that if you told anyone, you'd really be in for it. It happened a lot when you were cleaning the dorm as well. You'd be on all fours, scrubbing the floor before you feel two hands cage you in and something hard press against your ass. You've told him many times to stop but he'd never listen, saying that if you didn't want it, why the fuck were you so wet?

It was a lovely Saturday morning...key word, was. It probably still be one if you weren't pinned to the floor on your back with your bully on top of you, fingers plunging in and out of your pussy like there was no tomorrow. Sweat covered your body and dropped down your face, everything felt too hot. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten and you were just about to release when you felt the movement in your pussy stop. You whined pathetically, tears staining your face once more as you were denied yet another orgasm for what felt like the 5th time tonight.

A chuckle came from the male above you,"Aww, do you wanna cum? I thought you didn't want that? Now you do? Maybe if you beg hard enough or maybe if I feel like it I can give you what I want, but personally, I simply can't get enough of you when you're like this." "P-please...please let me cum, I-I promise I'll be good." "Hmm....since I feel like it I'll let you cum, but next time I won't be so nice."

And then the fingers were once again shoved into your pussy, sloppily moving in and out until you felt the build up of another orgasm. Your back arched as you finally achieved that sweet, sweet release that you were kept from. Your legs spasmed and your tongue lolled out of your mouth as your juices coated the carpet beneath you. You tried to move, only to be pulled back down by Xiao who had a frown on his face,"Don't think you can just take your pleasure and then leave selfish slut."

You felt dread pooling in the pit of your stomach as you felt him press the head of his cock that was already soaked with pre cum against your entrance. With no warning, he snapped his hips forward, bottoming out instantly. Two fingers were immediately forced into your mouth to somewhat muffle your scream of pain. "Hmph. I thought I prepared you enough, but you're still as tight as ever. If I didn't know better, I'd still think you were a virgin." A smirk graced his features and you knew why.

As soon as you admitted you hadn't had sex yet, Xiao pounced on you like a predator would do to its prey. Him being the first one to touch you like this was an opportunity he wasn't going to let slip by. He took so much delight in corrupting your inexperienced self and he didn't bother to hide it.

You were brought out of your reminiscing when he began to move. His thrusts were so fast and filled with so much force your body rocked back and forth. It wasn't long before you knew he was getting close to orgasming, you could tell from the way he slowed down a bit, but managed to hit somewhere deep inside of you. You whimpered as he bit into your neck hard, your hands flew to weakly grasp his sweaty hair as he sucked on the blood the trickled out of the wound.

When he was satisfied with the mark he made, he licked a long stripe from the hickey to right under your jaw. He pressed a few light kisses to the area, removing his fingers before connecting both of your lips in a hungry kiss. Teeth clacked against each other and his tongue dove into your mouth, exploring every inch of it.

Suddenly there was an explosion of warmth in your lower region and you realized he had finally came, but the determined look on his face told you that he wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.

And for what felt like hours, orgasm after orgasm was pulled from your abused cunt, you clawed at the floor mindlessly feeling your brain turn to mush everytime you came. Your face was downright laughable, to Xiao anyway. You looked so fucked out and he loved it. He loved the way your legs twitched and spasmed even when you weren't cumming, he loved how you couldn't even form a coherent sentence, he loved how broken and worn down you looked in front of him.

And in the end, no one would ever guess Xiao was doing such things, to you especially, not with the way he seemed to completely despise you when in public, if only they saw what went on behind closed doors...

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[sinsmockingbird]

This thought has been plaguing my mind all weekend, and I just needed to write something on it.

CW: SFW under the cut

I've had thoughts on surrogacy recently (strange, I know). Which lead me to thinking of becoming a surrogate mother for an [Insert Ship]. Really this idea can be used for any wlw ship, but there was one that stood out to me, that @sea-lanterns so kindly gave me thoughts for. That ship being IronAnne; Iron x Anne from PTN.

So, just hear out the idea I have. Maybe I'll expand on it more in the future if people want me to. Also feel free to let me know what other ships you think this idea could work with.

It wasn't exactly an- ideal situation in Iron's eyes, at first. She didn't like kids and didn't want them, she found them to be pretty disgusting and insufferable. But, Anne did want them. It was a conflicting situation for the doctor- she didn't want to have kids but she desperately wanted to see her beloved happy.

It took some time and convincing for Iron to give in, but she made it very very clear to Anne that she wasn't carrying it. It was a disappointment to the nurse but she didn't fight it, just happy with the fact Iron ended up agreeing and being more open to having kids with her.

The disappointing part was that Anne couldn't have kids of her own, due to health reasons and high risk of death during birth. It left the couple with few options, but in the end they decided to get a surrogate.

Anne would lend one of her eggs to the surrogate and they would then get an anonymous sperm donor. It was quick and easy- well everything except finding someone who they thought and trusted could carry their child. It was a long process of countless interviews with different people, but finally in the end, they found someone.

They found you.

The process went smoothly and in no time you were pregnant and carrying Iron and Anne's child. Because of this you moved in with the two, and they both took time in caring for you in anyway you needed.

Iron always made sure you and the baby were healthy with weekly checkups she could easily do from home. She may have been cold and quiet most of them time, you knew she was genuinely appreciative of you for agreeing to be their surrogate. She would make this known with small gestures, either with soft touches, or going out of her way to do minor things for you without a word.

Anne was quite the opposite. She was basically glued to your side, always telling you how thankful she was for what you were doing. She was kind and open, always helping you with minimal things, like helping you up from the couch, bathing you, or feeding you dinner during times the pregnancy got hard. She was so caring to you, always making sure you were alright and comfortable.

It wasn't a surprise that you'd fall in love with them.

At first you'd try your hardest to kerp your feelings at bay and push them aside. You were simply a surrogate, carrying their baby. They were a happy couple so obviously in love with one another that you didn't want to ruin anything between them because of your feelings.

But on one particular night, where Anne was being especially attentive of you, you couldn't stop yourself from kissing her. You had pulled away quickly, apologizing profusely to her. But Anne simply cupped your face innher hands, kissed you again and told you she had been waiting too long to do that.

You were relieved to know she reciprocated your feelings- but then you remembered Iron. You liked her as well just as much as Anne, but how were going to tell her that? How would she react to her lover liking and kissing you back?

Anne didn't hesitate to answer when she began talking about how her and Iron had begun to fall for you during your stay with them, that they weren't sure how you'd react to their feelings. But lucky for them you liked them back as well.

Telling Iron about what occurred and about your feelings, it wasn't long for you to join their relationship. It was perfect, they were perfect. Always showing you love in their own special ways, making sure to care and love you. They were also quick to accept you as a parent of their child, and you were ecstatic to give birth to their- no your guy's baby.

And once they were born, you couldn't haven't been happier to have gained two new partners and a child from deciding to become a surrogate.

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[billyharringson]

A request for a short ficlet!

Pairing :Harrigroverson!

Prompt: I’ll be alright.

SFW or not as you wish 😉

I was trying so hard not to make this angry, because it really lends itself to angst. So here is mostly fluff, with a little bit of angst thrown in.

Steve dropped to his knees by Eddie's side, silent tears tracking down his cheeks as Eddie smiled up at him. Not again.

He couldn't lose someone again.

"Don't cry." Eddie croaked, followed by a bloody cough. "I'll be alright, big boy."

Steve shook his head, holding Eddie's shaking hand to his cheek as he finally made a noise, a wretched sob that forced it's way past his lips. "Y-yeah...you'll be alright."

First Billy, and now Eddie. Why was everyone Steve loved doomed to die, doomed to fall prey to the madness of the upside down.

"Damn right he will be."

Steve looked up, half convinced that he must have also died at some point, because how else would Billy Hargrove be standing over them. Especially when he'd been dead for over a year.

"B-Billy." Eddie wheezed, reaching the hand not still clasped in Steve's towards him.

"Hey Critter, looks like you got yourself in a little bit of trouble huh?" Billy said, crouching down next to Eddie with a soft sigh. "Want me to help with that?"

"Billy what..."

Billy shushed him, focusing all of his attention on Eddie as he placed a scarred hand over one of the gaping wounds in his chest. "That's it, who's my big strong rockstar?"

Eddie tried to smile through his grimace, back arching as the skin of his chest began to knit itself back together again.

"How are you..." Steve trailed off by himself this time, afraid that he might somehow break the illusion by speaking.

"Turns out I did have powers after all, pretty boy." Billy said, so nonchalantly it was like he was talking about the weather. "But instead of telekinesis, I got regeneration. There we are, all good as new." Billy pulled Eddie into a sitting position, his smile widening when Eddie launched himself at him, knocking him onto his back as he peppered his face with kisses.

"You're a fucking menace baby boy. We thought you were fucking dead." Eddie said between kisses.

"Yeah. Like for a whole fucking year." Steve added, anger and hurt coming through now that his panic and fear had subsided somewhat. "Were you ever going to let us know?"

"Stevie." Billy cooed, in that voice that had always gotten him out of trouble before. Not this time though, Steve wasn't letting him off the hook that easily, even if Billy was crawling into his lap and kissing him. Even if the soft press of his lips and the warmth of his body made Steve feel more whole than he had since Starcourt. "I've been trying to get back to you. I promise." Billy murmered, placing one more kiss on his nose. "I just haven't been able to find a way out of this place."

"Well then." Eddie said with an air of finality, climbing to his feet and holding out his hands for his boyfriends. "You'd best come with us."

Billy looked back at Steve, something close to fear in his eyes. Like he was worried that Steve wouldn't want him back.

To calm his fears, and because he never wanted to stop now that he had him back, Steve kissed him again. "Eddie's right. Come with us. Let's go home baby."

#billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington #harringrove #eddie munson #mungrove #harringroveson

[yanderelovlies]

People can be childish. You know this, but you expected better of your coworkers. You had been nothing but kind to them. Always lending a hand or helping them with their work. You never talked badly about them, and you were nothing but polite. So why?

It all started a month ago. You were part of the film crew for The Sunny Time Crew. You enjoyed the work, and seeing the smiles on the kid's faces made it even better, but because you saw the actors all day every day, you started to admire the lead actor Joesph. He is handsome to boot and has major charisma skills, but to top it off, he worked amazingly with the kids when they visited the studio. To you, he was the whole package, and as much as you wanted to tell him how you felt, you knew he wasn't interested. He heard the conversations he and Jean would have. He didn't want to be tied down now that he had a life again. So you decided to keep it a secret tucked away.

Or so you thought anyway. Little did you know your coworkers had caught on and thought it was the funniest thing. It started with hushed whispers behind your back, to chuckles when they caught you staring till finally, they approached the actor himself with a proposition.

“How much to get you to fake date them.”

Joseph rose an eyebrow at them, a frown already on his features “Not enough to hurt someone like that.”

They gave an exaggerated sigh while rolling their eyes “Come oooon! It's practically a free check, and it will help you get that bike you've been saving up for~”

Joseph hated the song in their voice, but not as much as how right they were. It's not like he hasn't done something of this nature before, but he was trying to be better than that. On the other hand, however….he wanted that bike. There was no telling when someone would come snatch it before he did. He gets close to them, his voice barely above a whisper “Fine but I want the ALL of the case, and no longer than a month.”

The next day, to your surprise, Joseph asked you for a date. With a red face, you agreed, already looking forward to the weekend. The date went great. You felt like you got to know each other better, and you even felt a connection. He seemed to think the same thing since he asked for a second date. Then, a third. And by the fourth, he had asked you to be his partner. You felt over the moon the more time that had passed the happier you became. He was so sweet, always showering in compliments, always listening when spoke, and just treated you like someone special. You could see a future with him.

Meanwhile, Joseph was freaking out. The first few dates were what he knew he had to do, but as time went by, he found himself liking you. To the point where nothing was fake anymore but genuine. He even started to spend nights at your house because he missed you. The end of the month was approaching, and he hoped that maybe he could get his money and keep you. Unfortunately, the day he got the money, you ran into the two of them.

"Oh? What's going on?"

They smirked, putting a hand on their hip "Oh just paying him for a job."

You raised an eyebrow "a job? What job?"

"Why not ask him."

You turned to Joesph questiongly, who wore a pained expression. He knew this was it. He HAD to tell. "I was paid to…..date…you."

He watched as your brows furrowd as you looked down trying to understand what he had just told you. "w-what…?" Despite the you voice being a whisper, it still rang in Joseph's ears.

The other let out a taunting laugh as they stood beside Joesph "I paid him to date. Whew you should have see your face."

Joesph growled as he pushed them away from him "can you fuck off."

They looked at him baffled before glaring at him "oh don't act high and mighty now! This is something you're used to! Besidessss now you can get that bike you wanted!"

You look at the two horrified "so this was all….for money? …..you didn't actually like me?"

"I-"

The other person cut him off laughing, throwing their arm around the actor "of course not! You've heard the man doesn't want to be tied down! It was all a harmless little prank. If you really think about it's more like helping yo-"

Joseph pushed them off of him and onto the floor a glare focused on them. "That's enough out of you….so why don't fuck off like I said." The two glared at each other before the coworker got up grumbling and quickly left.

It was silent between you two before a sniffle from you broke the silence. "I thought you liked me….God…" you tried leaving not wanting to see him anymore, but was quickly stopped by a hand grabbing your wrist

"Let me explain…..please." you didn't face him, but you didn't pull away either so he continued "Yes it started off as something I'm getting paid for, but that's not what it was in the end." With his other hand he grabs your shoulder Turing you to face him. He hated how broken you looked. "I fell in love with you. I'll admit I wasn't sure of it myself at first, but the more I was around you the more I hated being alone." Using both hands he cups your face making you look at him. "I know I don't deserve to ask, but please…give me another chance."

"I don't know if I could ever be the same…I need time."

He nodded letting fo of your face "take all the time you need. I'll wait for you."

You stepped away from him before Turing your back on him. "we will see." You walk away still reeling from everything.

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #joseph x reader #sdj joseph x reader #sunny day jack joseph #sdj joseph #joseph cullman #joesph x reader #joesph cullman x reader #joesph cullman

[madman479r]

Peter x Felicia Gibslythe Ship table

Context:

Earth-199999

After Spider-man NWH

Before the blip Peter and Felicia were the same age but Felicia wasn't dusted.

Backstory: Peter Parker doesn't exist anymore, so he throws himself into his vigilante life, that's how he came across the Black Cat, a thief he thought was only legend, he certainly didn't expect to meet a sexy woman clad in a tight leather cat suit. But unknown to him, Felicia was a big fan of Spider-man, even having a crush on him. Before she was Black Cat, she first saw the vigilante when she was on a bus and saw the hero in pajamas stop a car from ramming into them with his bare hands.

Felicia was happy to meet him and the chase he gave her get her heart beating like nothing ever did before. She sneakily followed the hero to where he lived and was surprised to see the hero of Queens living in a crappy small apartment, even more that he was still a young man, a young man who threw himself into danger day in and day out for nothing in return. A young man who was all alone so she decided to do something about it.

That something happened to be sneaking into his apartment when he was gone and waiting for him to return, making him nearly scream in shock at the sight of the same hot cat thief from before in his room. She wanted to talk to him, to understand what it was that made him put on the suit and risk his life.

Maybe it was being alone and having no one to talk to, maybe it was because she could relate in some way but the floodgates just opened and Peter spilled his life, before and after becoming Spider-man. It was good getting it off his chest and Felicia even said she would help him, be his partner, shocking Peter. He tried to change her mind, not wanting to risk her life but Felicia was firm.

After weeks of fighting crime together, the fun they had and chemistry they made, Peter asked Felicia if she would be his girlfriend. Her answer was pushing him up against the closest wall and kissing him like no tomorrow.

Big/Little spoon: I can see Peter and Felicia being either spoon. Felicia liking being held in Peter's strong arms while some nights Peter just wants and needs someone to hold him, which Felicia is happy to do.

Lends/Borrow clothes: Felicia likes to borrow Peter's clothes, knowing she can make his dorky shirts look sexy. Peter doesn't (always) intentionally borrow Felicia's clothes. Whenever he's in a hurry he throws on the nearest top, which happens to be Felicia's. Felicia always gets a kick out of Peter answering the door wearing her size 6 midriff top after rushing out of bed, seeing how flustered he gets when he comes back to her.

Doesn't/Does use pet names: "Hey, Spider~" "Lover" "Big boy". 90% of the time when Felicia talks to Peter, she throws in and addresses him with a pet name, the saucey-er the better since she loves to make him blush.

Introverted/Extroverted: Introverts don't make friends, they get adopted by an Extrovert, and that is the case with Peter and Felicia. She likes having nights in the town and loves to drag Peter with her, knowing that it's good for him, less he start to wallow. She wants to help him get past his grief and take his mind off it. Throw in a chase between Spider-man and Black Cat and they have a wonderful night.

Affection through words/Actions: Peter does a good balance between the two, despite being a stuttering mess most the time, there's moment's hes smooth as butter and knows what to say in order to make Felicia's heart skip a beat. Felicia is use to meat heads or "studs" trying to use cliche sentences just for the sake of getting in her pants but Peter is honest and true in his words only for the sake of making her feel loved and she loves it. Felicia likes to show her affection through actions, be it physical means or gifts.

"Hey, lover. I heard you were low on salicylic acid for your Web mixture, so I got some for you."

"Hey, thanks Felicia!... were you the one who broke into the science class of the Empire State University?"

"...This will be used to help people so Technically I'm doing a good thing."

Confesses first/waits for confession: Peter realises that life is short and can be cut even shorter in an instant, he knew it all to well. So he isn't as hesitant to confess his feelings. Felicia on the other hands is willing to wait for the other to confess before she does, past experience taught her not to open her heart to eagerly.

Screams about/squashes bugs: Neither are scared of bugs seeing as both have dealt with worse but neither squash bugs either. Felicia notices how Peter is gentle and carefully removes any spider in the apartment so she does the same, something Peter appreciates

Drives the car/can't drive: This is New York City. What is even the point? Plus, Peter swings to where ever he needs to go, much more quicker and fun. Felicia also likes swinging with Peter but also likes driving her Yamaha YZF-R1 motorcycle for casual use but likes to use her Audi R8 for fancier events. (Peter doesn't ask how she could afford the Audi, already having an idea.)

Can't cook/makes dinner: Neither are gourmet Chefs but at least it's edible. They got out to eat many times and easily burn off the calories.

Dislikes/loves PDA: Peter can be shy about PDA. When people stare it reminds him of when Mysterio revealed his identity and when everyone would stare at him. Felicia on the other hands loves PDA, especially when it makes her cute boyfriend flustered. She also likes the idea of letting everybody know that she belongs with Peter, that she was already taken.

Overprotective/Chill going: Peter has lost too many loved ones. His parents, his Uncle Ben, Aunt May and Mr. Stark. Even his friends no longer remember him. He doesn't want to lose anyone else, he won't. Felicia can find it overbearing and frustrating at times but knows what Peter went through and can understand his overprotectiveness but tells and shows him how capable she is. She also knows what Peter is capable of and is more chill about his Spider-man escapades.

Has more/no relationship experience: Peter only dated Michelle for a short time before he made Dr. Strange make everyone forget him and she was his only serious girlfriend before Felicia. Felicia on the other hand has more experience, she was a beautiful young woman in high-school so of course she's caught the eyes of a few boys.

Horny level: Peter is a hormonal teenager with a solid 10/10 platinum-blonde older girlfriend who is taller than him, pulls physical power moves constantly and wears eye-catching clothes, not to mention her cat suit which he knows she lowers the zipper for his eyes. But Felicia instigates the fun sexy times more because there's something about her cute, puppy eyed, easily flustered boyfriend that gets her in the mood, and don't get her started on whenever Peter is shirtless or how his Spider-man suit makes his fabulous ass stand out.

Awkwardness level: Have you seen the MCU Peter? He can be an awkward mess, especially when he first came across the seductive Black Cat. But Felicia is a confident woman and knows it.

Jealousy level: Some meat heads still think they can easily take Felicia for themselves and Peter sometimes worries he isn't what Felicia is looking for but Felicia is happy to shoot those idiots down and show Peter how much she loves him. Usually doing both by kissing Peter silly. Peter doesn't realise it but somehow he has some rizz, his good, kind and loving nature attracting attention from some women he's met and Felicia needs to remind them who Peter belongs to.

#Marvel #marvel cinematic universe #MCU #earth 199999 #peter parker #peter #felicia hardy #felicia #spider-man #spider man #spiderman #black cat #spider-man x Black cat #spideycat #peter x felicia #peter parker x felicia hardy #peter and Felicia #peter parker and Felicia hardy #spider-man and black cat #spiderman x black cat #spider man x black cat #spidercat #gibslythe ship template #mcu spider man #mcu peter parker #mcu #tom holland #peterfel #peterfelicia

[joodlepo]

Don't Get Caught / Hwang Hyunjin (18+)

Summary / The perfect vacation wouldn't exactly be complete without a little mischief, right? At least, Hyunjin thinks so. But, you might just have to see for yourself, won't you...?

Pairings / (Switch) Hwang Hyunjin + (F) Reader

Word Count / 5.2k

Warnings / Dirty Talk, Public Sex, Fingering, Creampie, Skinny-Dipping, Vanilla Sex, Fingering,

Skipping along the path of a forest stream, you couldn't stop a gentle grin from spreading across your face. The sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky and it seemed like spring had finally arrived after what felt like months of cold weather.

A warm breeze blew through the trees as they swayed gently back and forth with the morning light, filtering down on them, making everything seem fresh and new again. It almost made you want to run out into that beautiful sunshine, just for the sheer joy of being alive!

You were still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, but thankfully there wasn't any sign of anyone around, so far at least. You'd been walking for about an hour now, and hadn't seen anything more than some birds flying overhead or squirrels scurrying up tree branches. But, even those things didn't bother you much today; the scenery all around you was too lovely to take seriously.

"Ah... this is great," You said aloud before letting out another long sigh as your smile faded slightly. "I can see why people love going outside..."

It's not like you hated nature, exactly – it just tended to get boring very quickly when you weren't doing something else. And since most places where you could go outdoors only really offered hiking trails and such, you generally avoided them unless you needed exercise. Even then, if given a choice between running laps on a treadmill and taking a walk somewhere nice, you always went for the latter option every time.

"Right~? I'd much rather be here than stuck inside." A voice came from behind you without warning.

Startled by its sudden appearance, you jumped a little bit, and spun around to look over your shoulder. Hyunjin was standing there, smiling innocently at you while he held his hands together in front of him. His eyes twinkling with amusement as he looked directly into yours. He wore a loose fitting shorts which left his muscular legs bare, and despite the fact that it was early spring, he had no coat or jacket either. Just his usual black leather boots, dark green shirt, and brown belt.

His hair was tied back tightly against his head with several small silver pins holding it away from his forehead and neck. It reminded you somewhat of how you usually styled your own hair, except that instead of the short ponytail, you kept tucked under your hat, Hyunjin's flowed freely past both shoulders. He appeared completely unbothered by your reaction though, continuing to watch you curiously until he spoke up once more. "It's kinda weird seeing someone who hates nature actually enjoying themselves, isn't it?"

"Well yeah... I mean, I don't hate nature per se..." You shrugged lightly, trying hard to ignore the way he was looking at you. "Just... well... walking around aimlessly doesn't really do much for me..."

Hyunjin gave a slight chuckle at that comment before giving his head a quick shake. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure everyone has their preferences."

"Yeah..." You agreed weakly, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

The two of you continued talking easily enough, chatting about various topics ranging from school to hobbies.

Despite having known each other for years, neither one of you ever got tired of hearing about the others life. After all, it was easy to talk to Hyunjin because he never judged you based on superficial qualities like looks or money, nor did he try to change you into someone different. In many ways, he was like an older brother figure for you; kind yet firm in his advice, and always ready to lend a helping hand whenever you needed it.

As you talked, however, you began to notice that your surroundings were changing subtly. Where there had originally been only grasslands and sparse trees, now the landscape gradually changed as you walked further inland. There were fewer shrubs growing alongside the stream now, replaced by taller plants with longer leaves and wider stems. Their pale yellow flowers stood out starkly amidst the lush greenery surrounding them.

They also seemed to have thicker trunks, and their roots stretched farther out below the soil's surface. At first glance, these plants looked similar to ones you would find near rivers or lakes, but upon closer inspection you noticed that they were quite distinctively different. Each plant grew differently, and there were even a few varieties which resembled trees in shape. One particular type of flower caught your eye, as it was unlike anything you had seen before.

"Hey, Hyunjin? What's this thing called again?" You asked, pointing towards the tall stalk sticking up above the rest of the foliage. Its stem was thick and sturdy, topped off by large clusters of tiny white blossoms.

"That's a lotus plant, I think," Hyunjin answered simply, reaching down to pluck one of the blooming petals from its stalk. He brought it up to his nose to smell it before turning to face you. "They're used mostly for medicinal purposes, especially during times of war."

Your mouth dropped open slightly at that, unable to hide your surprise. "Woah! So they heal wounds? Like, actual injuries?"

Hyunjin nodded slowly, tilting his head to the side as he watched you carefully. "Yep... and I've heard that some people use them in cooking too, although I haven't tried that myself. But yeah, apparently they taste good if prepared properly."

You smirk faintly at that. "Wow, so smart~!"

"Yeah, real charming, Y/N. Just save those crappy compliments for another time," Hyunjin teased playfully, waggling his eyebrows at you as he tossed the flower aside. "Anyway, we should probably keep moving so that we make it home before nightfall."

With another light laugh, the two of you turned around to resume walking, leaving the strange flora behind for now.

A few hours later, you sat across the table from Hyunjin in the cabin you've both rented out every year when visiting this place. It wasn't particularly fancy, just a simple wooden building set right beside the river where you could fish. As such, it didn't cost nearly as much as staying at one of the fancier hotels along the coast, but still provided you both with everything necessary for a comfortable stay.

For example, it had electricity, running water, a working toilet, and a bed big enough for three. Not to mention plenty of space outside to stretch your legs while taking in the scenery. And since you'd gotten here early, you had managed to get a private room to yourselves.

And speaking of scenery...

"You look good when you're cooking like that, you know?" You commented idly, sipping on a cup of coffee, watching him stir something in a pot over the fire.

"Didn't I say to save those compliments?" Hyunjin shot back teasingly, shaking his head as he stirred the stew he was preparing. The scent of meat and vegetables filled the air, making your stomach growl audibly.

"...Yeah, but it's true," You chuckled softly. "I can tell that you put effort into what you cook, and it shows."

"Oh please. Just 'cause I follow the recipe book doesn't mean I'm any good at cooking," Hyunjin scoffed, waving away your words dismissively. "Besides, who says I need to be amazing at it anyway? This is supposed to be a vacation after all, not a culinary competition."

"But isn't food meant to bring people together?" You countered. "It's a way to share experiences and create bonds between strangers. Isn't that part of why you come here?"

He paused, glancing sidelong at you curiously. "...Hm? And since when are you a stranger? Last time I checked, you're my annoying girlfriend, who keeps me awake half the night showering me with kisses~"

"G-Good point..." You mumbled weakly, blushing dark red as he smirked knowingly at you.

After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat awkwardly. "Sooo... how about you start serving us already then?"

The corner of Hyunjin's lips quirked upwards as he poured out two bowls full of steaming hot stew onto the plates laid out in front of you. You took yours eagerly, digging into the savory meal with relish. It tasted like heaven, the flavors blending perfectly together. As you ate, you found yourself staring dreamily at Hyunjin as he continued to serve himself, eating with a far more reserved demeanor than you did.

His cheeks flushed lightly whenever he caught your eyes, and you couldn't help but grin widely at each little interaction.

"It's delicious, but that's no surprise," You remarked casually, licking your fingers clean of the last bits of sauce clinging to them. "I just wish there was more though, I want seconds!"

Hyunjin chuckled softly at that. "Careful. You don't want a stomach ache tomorrow, do you?"

"No, of course not," You agreed quickly, raising an eyebrow at him. "Anyway, I think I'll hit the hay soon. See you in the morning?"

"Of course," Hyunjin replied easily, smiling warmly at you. "Nighty night..."

You smiled back at him, getting to your feet as you stood up. With a quick wave goodbye, you made your way upstairs towards the bedroom. After changing into pajamas and brushing your teeth, you crawled under the covers of the bed and waited patiently for sleep to take hold. Unfortunately, you weren't able to drift off quite as fast tonight. Instead, you were plagued by thoughts of Hyunjin, imagining him lying next to you in bed, snuggled close against you as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

Your heart raced with excitement, feeling flutters in the pit of your stomach as you imagined kissing those soft lips.

Eventually, however, your mind started to wander elsewhere, and eventually drifted off to sleep. Hours passed by without you realizing, until finally you woke up groggily due to the sunlight pouring through the windows. For some reason, you felt incredibly thirsty, so you decided to go downstairs to grab a glass of water before heading down to breakfast.

When you stepped out of the door, you immediately froze upon seeing the sight in front of you. There, standing tall amongst the trees surrounding the house was Hyunjin. He wore nothing but a pair of black swim trunks, his muscled chest on display as he leaned forwards slightly, stretching out his arms above his head. Even from this distance, you could see the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, making you blush bright pink at the thought of being exposed to such a view. You tried to turn around and walk away, trying desperately to hide your embarrassment, but he called out to you, causing your legs to freeze mid step.

"Morning, Y/N~!" Hyunjin greeted cheerfully. "Sleep well?"

Your cheeks burned even brighter now, turning beet red as you fidgeted nervously. "Y-Yes! Um, I slept very soundly actually."

"Mmhm, sounds good," Hyunjin hummed happily. "So, what do you want for breakfast today?"

For whatever reason, hearing him talk like that made you feel less embarrassed, probably because he sounded genuinely happy rather than mocking or condescending.

"Um, I'd like oatmeal if possible," You muttered quietly, looking down shyly. "With blueberries and honey, please."

Hyunjin nodded once, grinning broadly at you. "Gotcha!"

He turned around, walking over towards one of the tables outside where he grabbed several bowls along with a pot filled with oats, milk, sugar and various other ingredients. As he walked past you again, you couldn't help but stare at him, unable to stop yourself from doing it.

His bare shoulders were broad and strong, tapering down to a trim waist which tapered further to a set of toned thighs clad in tight black shorts. The muscles bulged underneath the fabric of his clothes, flexing ever so slightly with every movement he made. Every inch of him looked hard and defined, like a warrior ready to fight for their king.

And yet, a there was also more of a feminine part about him too. With a subtle curve to his hips, it gave him an almost hourglass figure when viewed straight on. And unlike most men, he had long hair tied behind his head in a ponytail, the silky strands falling freely to frame his face. This man is definitely attractive, you realized after watching him move gracefully across the yard, humming to himself as he prepared your food. But there's still something different between him and everyone else...

After finishing cooking your breakfast, Hyunjin came back over to you carrying two large bowls, placing one onto the table before taking another seat opposite you. You sat down gingerly, unsure whether you should eat first or simply sit here awkwardly while he did so.

In the end, you opted for the latter option.

"Here you are," Hyunjin announced, holding the spoon out towards you. "Eat up!"

You hesitantly took the bowl, staring down at the contents inside. It seemed to be mostly plain oats with only a few chunks of blueberries mixed in, topped off with small amounts of brown sugar and honey. However, there were also little bits of cinnamon sprinkled throughout the dish, adding just enough spice to make the taste more interesting.

It doesn't look bad, per se, though you would have preferred a bit stronger flavor. Still, it didn't seem that he'd poisoned you either, so maybe things wouldn't be all bad?

"Thanks," You said softly. "I'm sure I'll like it...."

"Good, then enjoy!" Hyunjin grinned brightly.

You gave him a smile in return, picking up the spoon and beginning to scoop up some of the oat mixture. When you brought it to your mouth, however, you paused. A sweet, fruity scent wafted from the food, causing your senses to come alive, making you salivate involuntarily. Your stomach grumbled loudly, demanding you feed it soon.

Slowly, you began eating, enjoying the light texture of the oatmeal against your tongue. The sweetness of the berries added a nice contrast to the savory flavors of the oats, making everything blend together into a wonderful symphony of tastes.

As you ate, you noticed Hyunjin watching you intently, his eyes glued to your lips as they moved. His gaze became increasingly intense as he watched you take bites of the meal, causing you to blush and avert your eyes.

"How does it taste?" Hyunjin asked suddenly.

"Oh, um..." You swallowed, forcing yourself to speak. "Very delicious! Thank you for preparing me something so tasty."

Hyunjin smiled warmly at your compliment. "Glad to hear it. Now hurry up and finish already, we need to get going soon."

When you finished, you stood up and helped clean up the dishes, washing them quickly by hand and stacking them neatly on top of each other.

Once done, you followed Hyunjin back outside, blinking as bright sunlight blinded your eyes. The day was surprisingly hot, beating down upon you mercilessly. Sweat dripped down your forehead, stinging as it fell into your eyes and ran its way through your lashes. Thankfully, Hyunjin had thought ahead and given you a towel, allowing you to wipe away the moisture without having to touch any part of your body.

"Alright, let's go!" Hyunjin declared cheerily, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the nearby lake.

"Wait, what?!" You exclaimed in surprise. "We're swimming now?"

"Yup!" He replied gleefully. "Come on! We don't wanna miss the fun~"

Your cheeks burned redder than usual as you stared at Hyunjin, dumbfounded. Still clutching your hands firmly in his own, he led you down the path towards the water, both of you stepping carefully until reaching the edge of the shoreline.

The forrest surrounding the area provided ample shade from the sun, meaning the heat wasn't quite so oppressive here compared to elsewhere within this forest. Even so, you could feel your skin begin to burn under the unrelenting rays. Suddenly, Hyunjin pulled you down onto the soft grass beside the lakeshore, letting you rest in the cool shade. As he settled next to you, you glanced around nervously at the trees above, wondering if anyone might see you.

"Uhm... are we even allowed to do this?" You asked timidly. "Aren't there rules about being naked outdoors?"

Hyunjin chuckled. "Nope, not really. This place isn't very popular anyway. No one will bother us unless they want to, which means no worries for you~"

His words made you relax somewhat, but you couldn't help feeling nervous nonetheless. After all, you weren't exactly accustomed to nudity, especially when others were involved. Still, it was too late to turn back now, so you forced yourself to calm down, reminding yourself that there wasn't anything wrong with showing off your body. And besides, you knew how handsome Hyunjin looked. Surely everyone else must realize that as well, right?

"... Alright then," You murmured quietly. "Let's just hope no one comes along who doesn't know how attractive you are..."

He laughed lightly at your comment. "Damn, again with the compliments? Keep that up and I may start thinking you're flirting with me or something..."

With those parting words, Hyunjin stripped out of his swim trunks and tossed them aside carelessly, before diving straight into the lake. The splashing sound caused you to jump slightly in surprise, but you managed to compose yourself quickly enough.

"H-Hey, wait for me!" You called after him, waving frantically. "Don't leave me behind!"

Hyunjin turned around to give you an amused grin, his long hair flowing freely across his shoulders. It seemed to glisten beautifully in the hot sunlight, catching your eye as he swam over to you. With a mischievous smirk, he reached forward and grabbed hold of your arm.

"Well? Are you coming in?" He teased gently.

Despite wanting nothing more than to stay where you were, you found yourself unable to refuse Hyunjin's request. Taking off your own clothes, you dived headfirst into the water, gasping loudly as cold liquid rushed past your ears. It took some time for you to adjust to the temperature of the water, but once you did, you started swimming alongside Hyunjin, giggling as the current pushed you forwards.

Soon, you began moving faster, kicking your legs rapidly beneath the surface of the water.

When you finally came up for air again, you gasped happily, wiping droplets of water from your face. But, your soon breath caught in your throat however, when you saw Hyunjin standing proudly back near the shoreline. He was still very much nude, his pale skin glowing brightly against the backdrop of the sun. His muscles rippled with every movement, making them look like smooth stone sculptures carved directly out of flesh. Each inch of his body was toned and defined, looking almost inhuman in their perfection.

You blushed hotly at the sight, staring wide eyed at the gorgeous man before you.

"Y/N, I can see you staring from here~! Stop ogling already!" Hyunjin shouted playfully, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Unable to respond, you merely swim back towards him, stopping only when you were close enough to reach out and take hold of his wrist. When you did, Hyunjin gave you another teasing smile, his fingers curving around yours. He then slowly pulled you out of the water, helping you stand up on the ground.

Your naked form shivered slightly in the hot weather, causing you to cling tightly to Hyunjin's shoulder. Thankfully, the wetness between your thighs had been cooled by the water, so the sensation felt pleasant rather than uncomfortable. As soon as you stood upright though, Hyunjin let go of your hand. Instead, grabbing you roughly and pulling you flush against his chest. One of his arms wrapped itself possessively around your waist, holding you securely while the other slid down to cup your ass, squeezing it firmly.

"See? Skinny dipping is fun, isn't it?" Hyunjin smirked smugly.

"Mngh..." You grunted softly, biting your lip. "Y-Yeah."

There was certainly truth to what he said; skinny dipping was indeed fun. But perhaps because you'd never done it before, the experience also felt different somehow. A part of you still wanted to be modest, despite knowing full well that nobody could possibly see you through the trees surrounding the lakeshore.

The thought alone left you feeling embarrassed, prompting you to lean away from Hyunjin's touch. However, the moment you moved, he tightened his grip and brought his lips down onto yours.

"Aww, don't worry~" Hyunjin cooed softly, nuzzling your cheek affectionately. "No one can see us... We're safe."

Before you could object, Hyunjin kissed you again, but more deeply this time. At first, your mind reeled with confusion and shock – until suddenly, everything melted away. All thoughts vanished as your body grew tingly, melting together under his kiss. Every nerve ending in your body became alive and responsive, sending delicious warmth throughout your entire being. And all the while, Hyunjin continued to press his naked body closer and tighter against you, deepening the passionate kiss even further. As if sensing this, you moaned softly into his mouth, wrapping your own hands around his neck.

His tongue slipped inside your parted lips, tasting sweet and tangy on your tongue. The sensation made your knees grow weak, causing you to stumble backwards slightly. Hyunjin didn't stop kissing you, instead guiding you deeper into the shade of the tree beside him. There, he pressed you up against a large boulder, pinning both of your wrists above your head.

Without hesitation, he leaned down and captured your lips yet again. This time however, the kiss went much longer, lasting several minutes before finally coming to an end.

Breathless, you looked up into his eyes. They shone brilliantly in the morning light, sparkling like diamonds. For the briefest of moments, you wondered how anyone could ever get tired of such beauty. Suddenly, Hyunjin shifted his gaze downwards. His expression darkened considerably, taking on a predatory quality unlike anything else. Your breasts bounced lightly against the calming breeze, giving him ample opportunity to stare hungrily at your cleavage.

"Those look really nice..." Hyunjin mused quietly, reaching up to grab your right breast.

With surprising strength, he lifted your boob upwards, pressing its softness against his large palm. It was hard to tell due to the lack of clothing, but judging by the way his hand squeezed and groped, it seemed like your nipple was getting quite aroused too.

"Ahhh..." You whimpered, squirming slightly as he fondled your sensitive tit.

Hyunjin grinned darkly at this reaction, shifting his attention to your other side. He grabbed your left breast just as forcefully, squeezing it roughly in his strong fist. With each passing second, more moisture began seeping from your sex.

"Hmhm... So cute," Hyunjin murmured approvingly, stroking his thumb across your erect nipple. "I'm glad we came out here today~"

"M-Me too..." You replied breathlessly.

He smiled knowingly, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Despite having seen it plenty of times prior, watching, him suckle on your breast sent delightful sensations coursing through your veins. To make things worse, his plush lips were coated with saliva, making them slippery and smooth.

You groaned loudly, arching your back as his talented tongue swirled around the tip. In response, Hyunjin sucked harder, drawing more liquid from within. Soon, your whole breast was glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, which he lapped up eagerly.

After sucking for another minute or two, Hyunjin released your from his warm cavern, licking his lips clean. Then, he reached down to slide his fingers along your inner thigh. Before you knew what was happening, he pushed two long digits inside your dripping slit.

"Nng!" You cried out involuntarily, jerking forwards slightly. "Guh... Ahh..."

It took some effort not to moan audibly, especially when he started moving his fingers slowly. Your hips buckled instinctively, forcing him to hold your legs apart. However, he kept thrusting his finger in and out without pause, allowing you little chance to recover. Within seconds, your breathing had grown ragged once again, only adding to the pleasure building deep within your core.

"W-Wait! I'm gonna c-cum soon!" You gasped, struggling beneath his weight.

But rather than stopping, Hyunjin simply gripped your waist tightly, holding you steady. That wasn't enough to deter him though – after all, you couldn't exactly run away now. Instead, he merely increased the speed of his movements, driving his thick digit into your needy pussy over and over again. As always, your climax hit you almost instantly, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through every inch of your body. Each successive wave of bliss caused your muscles to spasm uncontrollably, leaving you unable to move.

And despite that, Hyunjin still relentlessly pounded his finger into your wet depths. Until finally, he felt something stir within you. A warm pressure built up quickly, growing larger and hotter with each passing moment. Just as you thought it might burst forth, he withdrew his slickened digits from between your thighs. The sight alone was enough to send waves of arousal rushing through your loins.

"Geez, did you cum already?" Hyunjin chuckled, looking down at your flushed face.

The sudden shift in mood made your cheeks flush bright red, prompting you to stammer: "...Y-Yes."

"Oh good, because I'd be seriously insulted if you hadn't," He smirked, releasing your wrists from above your head. "Now then, since we're both horny right now, should I take the lead? Or do you want me to go first?"

Hyunjin words set off an unexpected chain of events. What started as a simple question suddenly became so much more; and with no time to think about it, you answered with very few words.

"L-Let me..."

Without even realizing it yourself, your voice grew hoarse as you spoke those two syllables. Not waiting for any further explanation, Hyunjin quickly spread himself open wide, revealing his swollen cockhead. As expected, he was completely engorged and leaking copious amounts of precum onto the grass below.

"Mn... Looks like you really are turned on, aren't you?" You whispered softly, reaching out towards him.

His shaft twitched upon hearing your comment, causing droplets of clear fluid to splatter on the ground. His eyes widened briefly, before returning their focus to yours. They burned with desire, urging you to continue.

"Duh~" Hyunjin said playfully, pushing your hands aside. "But, if you gonna dominate me, do it by fucking my brains out. Not playing with my dick, Y/N..."

Your cheeks reddened, but you nodded anyway. After all, there was no point denying your desires anymore. It wouldn't change anything either way. All that mattered was how far you could push things, until they inevitably collapsed under their own weight...

And so, your trembling hand grasped Hyunjin's pulsating length firmly in place.

With a soft gasp, you place yourself atop him, straddling his lap. His large frame swallowed you easily, leaving just enough space between you that you didn't feel suffocated. But more importantly, he fit perfectly against your crotch, providing ample friction while also keeping you close. With that done, you leaned forward slightly, planting your palms on his chest. From here, you were able to control your motions, guiding Hyunjin deeper into your welcoming folds. Though the angle was awkward, you managed to find your rhythm fairly quickly, pumping him gently inside of you.

"...How's that?" You asked breathlessly, staring intently at his handsome features.

"It's passable, but don't expect too m-much," He replied with a smirk, clearly enjoying this new role reversal. "You can do better than that, Y/N..."

Despite his teasing words, his expression remained serious throughout. In fact, his gaze seemed to burn with lust, making you wonder why he wanted to talk at all. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea after all, seeing as how he had yet to fully give in to his baser instincts.

That being said, you couldn't deny that your pace was slow. Sooner or later, Hyunjin would get tired of watching. And once that happened, he'd probably make some excuse to end this little game. Then again, maybe not. If you played your cards right, you might actually coax him into letting loose. That is, assuming you knew what you were doing. Deciding to test your hypothesis, you slowed down ever so slightly, eliciting a sharp grunt from Hyunjin.

However, rather than chastising you for failing, he simply continued moving his hips back and forth beneath you. This allowed you to regain your footing, allowing you to move faster without having to worry about slipping.

As the tempo increased, Hyunjin's breathing quickened alongside yours. Each thrust sent ripples radiating outward across your sensitive flesh, only heightening the sensations coursing through your body. Meanwhile, Hyunjin let out several lewd grunts every few seconds, adding another layer of heat to the situation.

"S-Shit, I can't take this much longer!" Hyunjin cried out loudly, his voice echoing throughout the forest.

Those last few words gave you pause for thought. While you weren't sure if he meant them literally, there was no harm in trying to oblige. Thus, you shifted your position slightly, tilting your pelvis upwards. The result was immediate, as Hyunjin bucked wildly beneath you, slamming his hips up and down in a desperate attempt to reach release.

However, despite his efforts, it soon became obvious that he wasn't going to achieve orgasm anytime soon. At least, not unless you took matters into your own hands. So, with renewed vigor, you sped up your movements, pounding Hyunjin's thick rod into your slick depths. By now, both of your bodies were coated in sweat, which only served to increase the intensity.

After several minutes of hard work, you felt Hyunjin begin to tense up.

A moment later, he released a loud cry of ecstasy, shooting rope after rope deep within your tight pussy. Your insides clenched tightly around him each time his hot load gushed inside, causing your muscles to spasm uncontrollably. The pleasure was almost too intense, prompting you to stop moving altogether. Instead, you clung desperately onto his broad shoulders, burying your face against the side of his neck. There, you closed your eyes and savored the sensation coursing through your entire body. Even when his climax subsided, you stayed buried in his lap, prolonging the experience as long as possible.

Eventually though, reality caught up with you, forcing you to pull away from Hyunjin's sweaty form.

"Mmph." Hyunjin groaned softly, catching his breath.

"Too much? Sorry, I'll try to be gentler next time," You apologized sheepishly, earning an amused chuckle from Hyunjin.

"Nah, I'm fine, really," He reassured you with a wink before leaning over to plant a kiss upon your lips. "But I think we should head back now, don't you think?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess so..." You murmured quietly, glancing toward the sky.

It looked like it would start raining any minute now, meaning that you needed to hurry along. You stood up and offered a hand to Hyunjin, which he gladly accepted, rising slowly to his feet. Standing upright, he turned to look at you, taking a good measure of your flushed cheeks and swollen thighs. After giving you one more lingering glance, he then proceeded to walk ahead of you.

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