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[magnifiico]

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i was sick all week last week and now we're diving headfirst into the holidays, so i've been a bit scatterbrained with remembering to reply to things — i guarantee it's me, not you ♡

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[hoffstrap-yuri]

For Sickness and in Health (Insurance)

ao3 // masterlist

*SUMMARY: Agent Strahm was by the book when it came to solving cases. Being honest about his marital status was a different story entirely.

*RATING: +18 for Explicit Mature Content

*CONTENT/TAGS: M/M, Hoffstrahm, Coffinshipping, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Crossdressing, Crossdressing Kink, Fake Marriage/Dating, Fake Relationship, Eventual Smut, Alternate Universe

*STATUS: Chapter 2/2 COMPLETE

Author's Note: First Chapter of this fic can be found here! I'm back with the smut I promised in the tags! This is a bit longer but I felt the events of this happen in one go so I broke up the chapters the way I did to keep the flow of the story in tact. As always please enjoy my little crack and let me know if you'd be down for a sequel. I do have a tenative idea if anyone's interested u.u

The rest of the night was mostly uneventful. Strahm ordered in something for the both of them from Olive Garden. They ate mostly in silence, with the sound of rerun episode of General Hospital playing on the TV. Something about Sonny’s brother or son… not that Hoffman could keep up with all the characters on the show, but Strahm seemed mildly intrigued. Either he was a big soap opera fan or he was just looking for mindless entertainment to fill the void. It didn’t matter much either way for Hoffman. He laid down on the bed before making a sarcastic comment,

“You couldn’t spring for two beds, cheapskate?”

“This was the only room they had on short notice.”

“Then you should’ve found a different hotel.”

“Oh and what, find some dump over in Rosslyn on the other side of the Potomac? Fat chance.”

“Sounds like you have a nit to pick with Virginia, Agent.”

“So what if I do?” Strahm brushed off whatever it was that seemed to be on his shoulder and lied in bed next to Mark. There was a noticeable gap between the two of them as Strahm sat up to turn the TV off. He rolled over onto his side and faced Hoffman, before realizing it was a mistake and turning onto his other side just as fast. Mark turned over so his back was facing Strahm’s before purposefully inching his body closer to the man but not enough that Strahm could protest it. While Hoffman continued to toss and turn, he listened to the man’s snores. How Strahm managed to fall asleep so quickly was beyond the detective but it was comforting in its own strange way. Hoffman flipped back over so that his face was in line with the back of Strahm’s neck. He prayed the other man was a heavy sleeper as he slung an arm over Strahm’s body and held him against his chest. When the agent didn’t seem to react to the intrusion, Hoffman wrapped his other arm underneath Strahm’s neck and let his hand rest on Strahm’s chest.

“Good night, Hubby.” He whispered in Strahm’s ear before shutting his eyes and finally allowing himself to fall asleep. The intrusive noise of an alarm clock woke Hoffman up, practically jolting out of bed. He looked bitterly over at the agent next to him who rolled over to face the man. Strahm took a second to process another person being in bed with him, and then another to process that Hoffman was leaning over him with frankly gorgeous messy bed-head hair. Rather than say anything, Strahm pushed the other man away from his space, and sprinted to the bathroom. He came back out a few seconds later and grabbed his toiletries and his clothes for that day before promptly locking himself back into the bathroom. Hoffman felt around the bedside table on Strahm’s side for the TV remote so he had some kind of noise as he was in the process of waking up. After about five minutes of Strahm in the bathroom, Hoffman called out to him,

“You’d better hurry up, I still have to do my makeup.”

“I’m just shaving now.” Strahm shot back. Was Mark getting under the other man’s buttons

“I might have as well gone down and gotten breakfast for you the way you’re taking so long in there.”

“Alright, alright.” Strahm stepped out, rubbing aftershave onto his neck, “All yours, princess.”

“Thanks, dear.” Hoffman passed the other man and lightly slapped his ass. Strahm turned back and looked at him with disgust as Hoffman got into the bathroom. He set everything on the counter out so that he didn’t have to think about anything once he was finished showering. Strahm knocked on the door after he stepped out of the shower and asked,

“I’m going to grab coffee, you want anything from downstairs?”

“Coffee and some kind of muffin. Blueberry if they have it.” Hoffman replied, holding the eyeliner pencil in his hand. It couldn’t be that hard to draw a straight line along his eyelid. Hell he’d done it for Angie’s prom makeup. All he needed to do was remember that…

“And if they don’t?”

“Then skip it.” Hoffman scoffed

“Both or just the muffin?”

“Just the muffin,” Hoffman rolled his eyes before cursing under his breath, “Dumbass.”

“I’ll be back in five.”

“Make it ten, stupid.” Hoffman pressed the pencil against his eyelid and tried drawing the line in one foul swoop. It went terribly. The pencil dragged against the skin and looked like Mark’s hand had just decided to give up. He groaned and used the sink water to wipe it off and start again. The dark black kohl when washed away made it look like he hadn’t slept in years. Determined to get it right this time, he went back in and lightly drawing in short strokes. With the lack of practice, there was no way in hell he’d get a winged look done in time, so he moved on to his brows. He slicked them down until they were about as thin as the eyebrow pencil was and tried to make a defined arch with a combo of hairs and pencil. Strahm looked at disgust in the mirror. Strahm must know a blind guy in HR because this makeup was not going to fool anyone with less than a 20/200 eyesight. He took a deep breath and continued working on his face, applying a shade of foundation that was considerably orange with a concealer to match. The concealer seemingly helped to clean up the dark circles his eyeliner had created and the define the shape of the brows better than his handiwork could do alone. Next it was time for blush. It was a bright pink that didn’t seem to fit the foundation all that well, but it was pretty in the tin. Last was the lipstick. Hoffman lined the edges of his lips with a bright red lip liner and filled it in with a mousse lipstick. He blotted it and cleaned off his teeth with his finger tip as the makeup had smeared onto them. He looked repulsive, but he had to throw the wig on still so he begrudgingly put the fake hair on. He still thought he looked off, but at a glance he figured he could probably get away with this after all. Now was the real struggle, the clothes. Mark had bought something a little extra while Strahm was putzing around in the bathroom at the mall the previous day. He sucked in his gut and put on the waist trainer he purchased and a push-up bra that Strahm was more than happy to buy his partner in crime. He gave his chest a little squeeze before stepping into his dress and zipping it as far as his big fingers would let him. He heard the room door open and some shuffling noise before Strahm announced that he was here.

“Can you help me with the dress?” Hoffman asked, unlocking the door so that Strahm could get in with him. Strahm stepped in and looked at Hoffman’s back, his middle and index finger tracing their way along Hoffman’s spine. He pulled his hand back before helping the detective zip up. Hoffman turned around to face him, hooking his arm around Strahm’s waist before purring in a low woman’s voice, “What do you think of your wife, huh?”

“I…” Strahm started before clearing his throat which turned into a coughing fit before he could recover and said, “Got you a muffin.” “You’re the best.” Hoffman took his other hand and pressed it firmly against Strahm’s pecs before sidestepping him to get his breakfast. While Hoffman was peeling the wrapper off the muffin, Strahm stood in the bathroom absolutely stunned for another minute. He was only snapped back to reality when Hoffman’s voice dropped back down to its natural tone, “Come on Agent, your coffee’s getting cold.”

“Yeah.” Strahm shook his head and grabbed the disposable cup before chugging the coffee inside. He threw the cup into the bin and said quietly, “I’m going to go warm up the car. See you in a couple minutes.”

“Whatever you say.” Hoffman twirled the ends of his wig around his pointer finger before rolling his eyes and finishing his drink. Before leaving the room, he grabbed the keys and did a quick touch up on his lipstick that had stained the white of the Styrofoam coffee cup and walked down to where Agent Strahm had parked the car. He walked with a bravado he tried to steal from Angie when she had bought her first pair of heels as a teenager. He saw the way men were looking at his ass in the elevator. He smirked with the quiet satisfaction that apparently he was hot enough to get heads turning as he made long strides through the lobby and to Strahm’s car. He leaned against the driver’s side door as he saw Strahm taking a drag off a cigarette. Strahm dropped the cancer stick onto his lap and quietly cursed before putting it out on the plastic cup holder in the car,

“The hell do you think you’re doing over there?” He looked Hoffman up and down

“I didn’t know you smoked.”

“I’ve been trying to quit for 10 years.”

“Shame. Hand me one and light it for me.” Hoffman said leaning down into the window. Strahm shoved a cigarette into the other man’s plump lips and lit it quickly. Mark took a drag off his cigarette before letting it rest on the side of his mouth and giving Strahm’s hair a quick scruff. “Thanks babe”. He walked to the other side of the car and sat in the passenger’s seat. Strahm put the car into reverse quickly and started driving to the office. While they waited in traffic, Strahm would flip through the radio stations to see what had changed since he last made a trip down to DC. Mark kept flipping the sun visor down to look at his makeup while the other man shouted obscenities at tourists for not knowing they needed to merge back into traffic sooner rather than now. Mark wrapped his hands around Strahm’s arms as he swore and that seemed to calm the other man down enough where his obscenities would be mere grumbles. “Good boy.”

“Don’t call me that.” Strahm protested

“My darling dearest husband?” Hoffman offered

“You can use the other one.” The agent mumbled as he made the turn to get off the tollway and onto local roads. They pulled into the parking lot and after showing his ID and confirmation of his appointment they were let in. Hoffman wrapped his hands around Strahm’s arms again and whispered into his ear

“Pretend I’m telling you something funny, and look down at the floor.” Strahm did was as he was told, giving a little laugh as he stared down the tiles underfoot. Hoffman repeated, “Good boy.” They took the elevator up to the offices where Strahm unhooked Hoffman and stood on the other side of the space. “Get back here.” Hoffman said between a faked smile, “What if someone gets in with us and sees us apart?”

“I’ll tell them to go fuck themselves. You don’t need to continue this show and dance in here.”

“And how are we supposed to sell the act?”

“We’ll be fine.” Strahm assured Hoffman. When the door opened and they got off, Hoffman’s arm found its way back to resting against Peter’s tailbone. The receptionist checked Peter in and they sat down next to each other before being greeted by another agent and following him to his cubicle space.

“So Mr. and Mrs. Strahm…” He started, “What’s your wife’s first name?”

“It’s…” Hoffman started to answer before Strahm quickly interjected with a cough. Hoffman slipped back into his falsetto and waited for Strahm to answer

“Marka. Her name is Marka.” Strahm replied, “Yeah. Mail order from Russia. Doesn’t understand a whole lot of English.”

“Oh, interesting. I actually just started learning Russian… Um, privet…”

“Sorry, Belarusian. Belarusian mail order bride.” Strahm corrected himself

“Da.” Hoffman responded, batting his eyelashes hard at the agent before them

“Oh that’s a shame. Don’t know any Belarusian. Maybe I’ll trying taking courses someday.”

“Super helpful.” Strahm cracked

“Okay so… your wife Marka Strahm. Do you have her papers?”

“I no have.” Hoffman replied, “but is okay, yeah?”

“Okay.” The guy looked over the two of them. Strahm wasn’t sweating bullets but he was certainly on the edge of his seat. Hoffman crossed his legs in his chair and rested a hand on his husband’s lap, inching closer to his bulge. His bulge? He gave the agent a look for a second, before turning it into a look of confusion.

“I am doing right, yeah?” He asked Strahm

“Yeah, you’re doing fine honey.” Strahm pressed a hand against Hoffman’s stomach, “We’re trying to make sure this one has coverage before the baby.” Mark blinked rapidly as he processed what bullshit Strahm had just said. Was this his plan from the beginning?

“Do you at least have your marriage certificate?” The agent asked Strahm

“Yeah, right here.” Strahm handed over a piece of paper before quickly scribbling in something while the agent wasn’t looking. Hoffman couldn’t keep himself from looking and he saw that Strahm had managed to poorly write ‘Marka Hoffman’ over his previous wife’s name on the certificate. He gave Strahm a look that only could be read as ‘Are you fucking stupid?’ The agent scanned the document and added it to the database before excusing the couple but not before saying,

“Oh and congrats on the baby.”

“Thanks.” Strahm quickly replied and guided his bride down the hallway and back into the elevator

“Well that could’ve gone better.” Hoffman scoffed and looked at Strahm, “The hell were you thinking?”

“It didn’t go as bad as I thought it would.” Strahm shrugged

“Oh you thought I was going to do poorly, huh?” The detective raised his voice, “And what the hell was with you fondling my stomach like that, saying I was pregnant, you stupid idiot. Dumb motherfucker. I bet you like this, huh?”

“What?” Strahm coughed, clearly not expecting this to turn into a confrontation

“That’s right, I was palming your bulge in those stupid pants of yours when you touched me. I bet you love questionable men tuning into fat broads for you with some makeup and dresses, huh?” Hoffman started but could tell he struck a nerve with Strahm. Strahm was cornered and he did the last thing he could think of to save any sense of self preservation he had left. He pressed his lips desperately onto Hoffman’s and moaned into their kiss. He wrapped his arms lazily around the other man and sucked at his bottom lip. “Oh… oh what a slut you are, Peter Strahm.”

“S-Shut up.” Strahm pulled himself away from Hoffman’s lips, but not off of Hoffman’s body. The door opened to a group of young agents waiting to use the elevator. Strahm quickly scuttled off the elevator without much dignity, while Hoffman walked off with confidence. Strahm tried to duck quietly into the bathroom but Hoffman followed him in and kicked open the stall door before Strahm could lock it. Strahm cursed as the door swung back into him and looked at Hoffman with a certain kind of lust. Was it a carnal lust, or blood lust? Either way it didn’t matter to Mark in this moment.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was all just some big kink for you, huh?” He took Strahm’s chin into her hand and jerked his head around, “That you like men that act like fat broads?”

“Would you really believe me if I told you that?” Strahm growled, placing a hand on the door behind Hoffman and pressing his weight into the heavier man. Despite his anger, his lips made contact with Hoffman’s forehead first and he took in the smell of Hoffman’s wig. He used his free hand to wrap around Hoffman’s waist and pulled the man in even closer. Hoffman was tired of waiting with Strahm. He pulled him in by his tie for a kiss on the lips and wrapped the tie tightly around his hand. Strahm made a quiet coughing noise as he was being depraved of oxygen in all the right ways. Strahm shivered and bit down on Hoffman’s lip. “I need you.”

“How?”

“Want you on me.” Strahm groaned

“You’re a man. Use your fucking words.” Mark was short with him. Enough with the lies, enough of the bullshit. Was that agent they talked to even an HR person or was he just another part of the ruse? He wouldn’t accept anything less than Strahm’s breathless devotion to him in this moment.

“I want you like a rabid bitch, bouncing on my cock.” Strahm said in a husky voice, pained with want. You would’ve thought Hoffman shot him and left the hole opened the way he whined.

“There. Was that so hard to tell me?” Hoffman spit out. Hoffman pulled up his dress and when he stumbled back a little bit Strahm’s arms moved to keep him held flush against his chest. “So strong.”

“Stop teasing and let me fuck you already.” Strahm said, before kissing Hoffman’s neck with every intent on bruising or marking him

“Take my panties off.”

Strahm took his arms away and slid the waist trainer down off Mark’s hips, leaving them at his ankles, “I was wondering how you got those hip dips so… nice.”

“Just shut up. You want to fuck me, then hurry up and fuck me you stupid asshole.”

Strahm slips the lingerie barely holding Hoffman’s boner in down and onto the ground. He stares for a second before he takes a hold of Hoffman’s body and spins it one-hundred eighty degrees so that Mark’s face is up against the cold steel. He takes Hoffman’s hands and holds them over Hoffman’s head, using his feet to spread Hoffman just little bit further apart.

“Will you be a good whore and if I let go of your hands so I can get my pants off, you’ll keep them where they are?” Strahm asked

“Anything for my husband.” Hoffman said with a hit of sarcasm. Strahm pulled his hand away and to his word Hoffman kept his hands over his head. He heard the sound of Strahm’s belt being unbuckled and pants falling to the floor. Without so much as a word, Strahm was thrusting into Hoffman’s ass. “Fuck Pete.”

“Yeah, say that again.” Strahm grunted

“Fucking hell… no one’s ever been able to satisfy you like I have, huh?”

“No.” Strahm replied between thrusts

“Sure you might’ve had fat partners but they could never please you the way that I do, you stupid pervert. I bet no one’s ever felt this good on your cock like this fat broad, huh?”

“No…” Strahm managed to cough out between broken moans

“No what? I’m not the best you’ve ever had, or no one’s ever compared to me?” Hoffman’s foundation was getting smeared all over the door of the stall as Strahm kept chasing his release

“You’re the best… no other…” Strahm made one final loud grunt as the tension that had been pooling in the bottom of his stomach came out in short bursts up Hoffman’s ass. When sense seemingly returned to his head, he took Hoffman by his jawline and kissed his cheek. “You’re taking it so good…” His lips sloppily connected with the one chiseled feature Hoffman had while his hands trailed wildly across Hoffman’s body. He was feeling up the bra that Hoffman’s chest was confined by, rubbing the other man’s stomach and kneading at the tender fat that rested just above his belt line in his normal work clothes.

“Fucking chubby chasing pervert.” Hoffman cursed under his breath while wearing a giant smirk. Strahm even brushed up against the erection that Hoffman had been trying to ignore up until this point. “Don’t touch me if you don’t intend on getting me off here, Agent.”

“Fine, I guess we’ll just have to save it for our hotel room.” Strahm pulled himself out of Hoffman’s hole, making sure to dirty up Mark’s inner thighs with his cum before cleaning himself off with a piece of toilet paper. He pulled his pants up fast and helped the detective look semi-presentable as they would walk out the entrance and back to the car. There was no saving Mark’s makeup, he’d have to walk out of the bathroom with half his dolled up face gone and the other half determined to stay on in spite of the sweat beads dribbling down his forehead. As Hoffman took the first step out of the stall he paused at the sink and held onto the porcelain tightly. He had no idea how much it would fucking hurt to walk after he got fucked. Strahm didn’t seem to notice the pain he was in as his hands squeezed his ass cheeks.

“Agent, you’re losing your cool.” Hoffman teased him

“It’s all I’m good for apparently.” Strahm shot back, making one more desperate attempt to be connected to his detective partner with benefits. He kissed along the hem of Hoffman’s neckline before walking out of the bathroom completely

“Fucking tease.” Hoffman huffed as he washed his hands and followed his fake husband’s lead and met him in the hallway. Some men happened to walk by in that moment, and after giving Strahm a once over look, they continued their conversation they were having previously. Strahm quickly wrapped an arm around Hoffman’s waist and led him out of the building. Hoffman wrapped an arm around Strahm’s neck and crooned for him as they passed the guard they dealt with early that morning to get in. They were over the top in their display of newlywed affection, but they were definitely selling it. Strahm barely made it to the parameter of the car before Hoffman was pushing him into the vehicle. Strahm’s hands found their way back to caressing Hoffman’s ass cheeks as his tongue worked its way into Mark’s mouth.

“Wonder who’s watching us, don’t you Agent?”

“No.” Strahm moaned, wrapping his hands around the back of Hoffman’s neck. “Get in the car.”

“Fine. No need to be so rough, agent.” Hoffman unhooked the other man’s hands, purposefully rolling his ‘r’ along his tongue for longer than was necessary. Strahm unglued himself from the side of the vehicle and shoved himself into the driver’s seat. He backed the sedan up with reckless abandon and sped out of the DMV. He pulled into their hotel parking lot and before he could shut his car off, Hoffman’s hand brushed over Strahm’s hand on the gear shift and locked their fingers. He pulled Strahm’s hand up to his lips and kissed Strahm as he locked eyes with the special agent. His special agent. “Wait.”

“What?” Strahm mumbled. Hoffman fumbled through his purse and pulled out his tube of lipstick before applying a fresh layer, only to use the back of Strahm’s hand to blot it off. It left a clear impression on the detective’s skin and Strahm bucked his hips up a little in response. “I can’t wait any longer. You’re a damn tease.”

“If I’m a tease, then you’re a con man.” Hoffman quickly countered, but acquiesced and got out of the car. He leaned up against the window and flashed their key card, “Hurry it up, hubby.”

“I’m hurrying.” Strahm remarked, wrestling with his seat belt to get out of the car that much quicker. Hoffman was five steps ahead of the agent and purposefully closed the door behind himself in the elevator. Strahm hit the door once before getting looks at from the family who had just stepped off. Strahm made a beeline to the stairs, thanking god they were only on the fourth floor and practically sprinted up the stairs. Nearly out of breath, the agent made it up to the door of their room and felt himself up to find the hotel key, only to realize that Hoffman had the only copy on him. He knocked on the door and Hoffman opened it up. It took him seconds to get to the point where Strahm could slip in, but with his level of arousal Strahm could’ve sworn it took Hoffman hours to open the damn door. When the door closes behind him, he pins Hoffman’s back to the door and they enter another cycle of sloppy, wet kisses between the two men.

“Careful agent, my back goes any further into this door and you’ll tear the damn thing off its hinges.”

“I’d enjoy that.” Strahm growled

“I bet you would, dick.” Hoffman smirked, wiping his smeared lipstick from the side of Strahm’s lips. Strahm glanced to the side as something black appeared in the corner of his eye. Hoffman’s stretched out waist trainer laid on the floor and there was a much more noticeable curve underneath Hoffman’s dress. “Now tell me Agent Strahm, what do you need from me so badly you came running up here all out of breath for?”

“Maybe I was just coming for some post-coitus cuddles.” Strahm replied dryly. Strahm tried to kiss Hoffman’s lips again, but Hoffman turned his head away. Strahm’s lips however did connect with the wooden door

“Just answer me, then we’ll both get what we want.” Hoffman’s fingers walked along the back of Strahm’s neck, smoothing down the raised hairs in his path. Strahm shook his head, trying to overcome the goosebumps that were spreading across his body with anticipation

“I’m going to fuck your tits.” Strahm blurted out

“Dress on or off, you pervert?” Hoffman leaned in and bit down on Strahm’s lower lip

“On.” Strahm pulled Hoffman over to the bed, guiding the detective over by his wrist. He shoved the detective down onto the floor on his knees before him. He ran a hand through the fibers of the wig and pulled on the back slightly, moving the hairline back to reveal Hoffman’s natural brown. Hoffman shot him a look before fixing his wig quickly. “This isn’t going to work…”

“Then what do you suggest?”

“Here.” Strahm pulled Hoffman back up onto his feet before shoving him onto their bed. The detective unbuckled his belt and let his pants slide off onto the floor. He carefully positioned himself over Hoffman before sitting on Hoffman’s ribs. The shift in weight was enough to make Mark miss a breath of air and he glared up at his agent. “Just hold your boobs together and take it, princess.”

“So fucking rough to your wife.” Hoffman griped, but held his pecs together and gave Strahm a perfect divot for him to fuck himself with. Strahm shoved himself between Hoffman’s chest and let his eyes roll to the back of his head. With a thrust Strahm was swallowed by pleasure. The fabric of Hoffman’s dress gave him a rough surface to fuck against while his ass kept pressing itself up against the soft fat of Hoffman’s belly. Strahm came almost unceremoniously quick, stopping his thrusts to make sure that his semen filled the divot in Hoffman’s chest where his head connected to the rest of his body. When that crevice was full, the semi-fluid matter spilled down towards Hoffman’s collarbones. When he was spent, Strahm carefully crawled off the man below him and laid on his back on the bed. Some dull thing began to ache along his spine. They sat in silence for a moment before Hoffman sat up and went to the bathroom to clean himself off. Strahm was almost ashamed of his stamina, but remembered he’d already used up more than half of it back in the FBI building. Hoffman came back out, this time without his clothes or his wig and lied in bed next to Strahm. When it didn’t seem like the agent was going to make the first move, Hoffman rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around Strahm. Strahm made a soft grunting noise as the other man’s arms snaked around his back. Hoffman went one step further and kissed Strahm’s cheek before turning Strahm’s face towards his own.

“What?” Strahm gave him a confused look

“Aren’t you going to hold your bride? You couldn’t keep your hands off of me earlier.” Hoffman protested

“My back hurts.” Strahm complained, but scooped an arm around Hoffman’s shoulders. He was nice enough to lift the covers up over their cooling bodies. “Good job.”

“Huh?”

“Good job. With the fake marriage thing.” Strahm’s face turned a soft red

“My pleasure, honey.” Hoffman rested a hand against Strahm’s stomach before pressing his lips onto Strahm’s. Strahm returned the kiss quietly and moved his free hand to rest against Hoffman’s cheek. He thumbed the soft flesh before humming a tune. “You know…”

“What do I know?” Strahm responded

“This was a shit honeymoon.”

“Huh?”

“Hell you don’t even buy me a ring, and the first thing you do is make me sign off on some papers. Really gets the blood going.” Hoffman scoffed, “At the very least, you could take me out for a real dinner.”

“Fine. Tonight?”

“No. I want something when we get back. I’m thinking somewhere in the village?”

“I fucking hate trying to park in the village.” Strahm complained

“Or midtown.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“I know I am.” Hoffman purred ever so slightly, having more fun with this back and forth cat and mouse game with Strahm than he could have ever expected.

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[akaashisbabygirl]

Hi, violet. I hope you're having a good day!! 💫 Can I request some comfort for an insecure reader who has small breast? Normally I feel pretty secure about my appearance but lately it is getting under my skin u.u With Matsukawa, Tendou and Ushi, please (If you feel like adding someone else, pls do) Also it can lead to some steamy situation if that is okay

I hope it's not to much. Have a great day 💫💕

s/o with small breasts 

pairings: matsukawa x reader, tendou x reader, ushijima x reader

warnings: NSFW - nsfw part will be marked for anyone to skip

a/n: hi love, i hope you have a good day and enjoy this request! thank you so much for submitting 

matsukawa issei

sfw

issei honestly loves your small breasts, he doesn’t hate them at all, in fact, he really loves them

however, he is understanding that you are insecure about having small breasts, and how it makes you hate what you look like 

yet, issei is always willing to sit there and praise your body, telling you that you look absolutely beautiful and that you shouldn’t be insecure

whenever you get upset about what you look like, issei is always going to be there to comfort you whenever you need it

issei loves you and praises your body so much, he thinks you’re such a beautiful person and wants you to love your body the way he does

nsfw

during sex, issei praises your body for how beautiful it is - he thinks you look like a literal goddess

i really do feel like that issei loves sucking on your tits and messing with them in the bedroom

so, when he does that, he mixes his teasing with praises such as “you’re so beautiful baby, your body is so perfect’

he says and acts the way he does because issei hates that you’re so insecure about yourself and wants you to love your body

TOTALLY INTO NIPPLE SUCKING and titty sucking - this man will pull your shirt up and suck on your tits so much

tendou satori

sfw

tendou totally understands that you may be insecure about your breasts for their small size, he’s totally understanding

which is why tendou is the type of guy who is going to do anything he can to make you love and appreciate your body

in his opinion, your body is beautiful and perfect, which is why he spends so much time appreciating you

tendou is such a loving, soft and caring lover and is ready to comfort you through anything you hate about yourself

he’s always got so many reasons why he loves you and everything about you and he’s not afraid to tell you about that

nsfw

tendou is totally another one of those men who are into titty sucking - he loves sucking on your tits so much

when tendou sucks on your tits, he always mixes it with so much praise, he’s praising your body like there’s no tomorrow

to him, your body is perfect - and he knows that you’re insecure about how your tits are, which is why he’s always praising your body

his hands always glide lightly across your skin, a soft smile on his face as words of praise fall from his lips

tendou knows how to make you feel perfect and good about yourself, which is why he will stop at nothing to do so

ushijima wakatoshi

sfw

ushijima is such a caring and understanding boyfriend who really understands everything you’re talking about

he knows that it’s normal to be insecure about your body and how big or small your breasts are

ushijima is willing to sit down and listen to what you have to say about your body image and give his own thoughts on it

he will never admit it, but it hurts him to see that you don’t like your body as much as he does

which is why ushijima is willing to do anything that he’s able to do to get you to love your body the way he does

nsfw

lots of praise during sex - he lets his mouth and hands play with your breast, giving you so much pleasure

his hands are always so soft against your skin - his hands are smooth yet calloused and it feels perfect along your skin

when he’s deep inside of you taking you in missionary, ushijima loves to pop your titty in his mouth and suck

he’s more of a breast guy, which means hearing that you hate your breasts, he’s gonna take extra time to appreciate them

he totally loves laying on your chest too when he’s tired after a long day of work, kisses your breasts over your shirt <3

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#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu writing #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyū!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #tendou x reader #tendou smut #tendou satori #ushijima smut #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #matsukawa issei #matsukawa smut #matsukawa x reader

[myherowritings]

anywhere the wind blows

SUMMARY. After hunting a bounty near Wangshu Inn, you sensed the faint scent of qingxin blowing in the familiar wind. It seemed like it was leading you somewhere.

PAIRING. xiao x reader

WORD COUNT. 2.2k

GENRE. fluff, pre 1.3 release

A/N. my first genshin fic of my fav character xiao !! i’m definitely still getting used to writing for this world and for him but i hope this isn’t too bad 🥺 i’m so excited for xiao’s story and banner and can’t wait to learn more about him! if 1.3 comes and totally undermines the small guesses abt the lore i added into this fic then…we pretend we do not see u.u ANYWAY PLS ENJOY xx sof

“A rock shieldwall Mitachurl with a resistance to cryo,” you murmured to yourself with a satisfied smile, picking up the ominous mask and heavy horn that it dropped from the fight. “No more terrorizing Wangshu for you.”

You had just accepted a bounty handed out to you in Liyue and arranged for the proper party to come pick it up. The rewards were promptly transferred to your tab and you bade the team who came to collect the Mitachurl a swift goodbye.

It wasn’t normally on your daily agenda to hunt bounty for money—though the mora was quite appealing, you couldn’t lie—but when the beasts were too close to civilization and scared both residents and passerbyers in Liyue alike, you felt a greater need to step in. And now, after a job well done with some mora in your pockets, you realized just how tired and hungry that search made you.

Looking up, you saw the peak of the inn from a distance and followed the silk flower-covered path there. It wasn’t often you frequented Wangshu Inn, but you have visited enough to know their Jueyun Chili Chicken and Almond Tofu were pretty solid reasons to drop by again.

Your appearance was rather disheveled from your fight with the Mitachurl but you weren’t too messy-looking—certainly decent enough to interact with other humans you hoped. Smoothing down your clothes and practicing a smile, you headed over to the outdoor dining area and were greeted by a waitress who led you to an empty table as she asked for your order. The exchange was pleasant enough and you were soon left to your own devices once your food swiftly arrived.

It was dark out in Wangshu. The bounty hunt took most of your late afternoon and by now the sun had fully set. The dining area was quiet and empty with only the moon watching over you.

You hummed, taking in a mouthful of the sweet Almond Tofu. The night was nice and peaceful and quiet, just like most of your evenings.

A familiar breeze blew against your face, chilling yet warm. Captivating. There was a faint smell of qingxin, like the flowers you grew fond of during your explorations around Liyue’s stone forests.

The wind was different from what you experienced in Mondstadt. That air was light and playful. Free.

The wind you felt just now, on the other hand, seemed to convey something more wistful. Almost yearning.

And it wasn’t your first encounter with this qingxin-filled breeze either. When you helped comfort Little Luo back in Qingce Village and fended off the pesky Hilichurls on her trail, this wind blew around you and cooled the heat from your cheeks. Around Bubu Pharmacy when you spent time with Qiqi, a zombie you happened to stumble upon one day, you felt the same curious breeze.

Part of you felt like you were being watched over. But not in a bad way. It made you feel safe and protected, yet empowered enough to continue your bold expeditions and help the people of Liyue when you were needed.

The wind stuck around as you finished your meal, the aroma of Almond Tofu wafting through the air from the wandering breeze, almost as if it was seeking a taste. Once your plates were cleared and your drink emptied, you headed inside the inn and hoped they had a spare room on such a short notice and—to your surprise—for once they actually did.

On the way up the stairs, you passed by an open balcony near the top of the inn where you caught a glimpse of a lean figure with dark hair looking up at the night sky. You normally would have walked away from the balcony and left the man to his own devices, promptly going to your rented room to get some much needed rest, but the familiar scent of qingxin flowers dancing in the wind made you freeze mid-step.

Wangshu Inn wasn’t too far from mountain tops where qingxin grew… It could have been a mere coincidence.

But in Liyue, you knew that believing such things could be a coincidence would simply be fooling yourself.

The person on the balcony gave no indication that he felt your gaze, but you knew intuitively that he had already sensed your presence despite not having moved a single inch. His stance was so steady you might have thought he was a statue if not for his teal-tinged hair blowing in the wind.

Could he have been the cause of the qingxin breeze that recently started following you around?

“Hi,” you said gently to more formally announce your presence. On the off-chance he didn’t realize anyone was there, you definitely didn’t want to startle him. But judging by the unsurprised expression on his face as he slowly looked over his shoulder, you sincerely doubted he was one to startle easily. “May I stand here?”

His eyes were scrutinizing but not unkind as they looked you up and down. You took your time examining him as well— From the top of his silky-looking hair to the blue tattoos wrapping around his arms and to the mysterious horned mask hanging from his hip.

“I suppose you may,” he finally replied with a single nod, his voice neither welcoming nor rude.

You stood a few feet away from him, leaning against the wooden balustrades as you let the cool air hit your face. The night was quiet and calm, dimly lit by the moon peeking through the foggy sky. Sighing, your eyes fluttered shut in contentment as you felt the wind soothe the aches from the bounty hunt in your muscles.

You wouldn’t normally let your guard down like this in front of someone you just met, but for some reason you weren’t the least bit on edge. He didn’t seem like a stranger. And you had a feeling that maybe he wasn’t.

“Have we met before?” you found yourself wondering aloud. The mask on his hip looked familiar, though you couldn’t pinpoint exactly why, like you’ve seen it in a book you’ve read. And the air around him certainly felt familiar, though it seemed strange to describe why.

He didn’t respond.

Huffing, you tried a different approach. A more direct one. “Have you been following me?”

His brow raised but he uttered no words.

Was that approach too direct?

After a moment of silence, he said, “Were you not the one who followed me out onto the balcony? If I remember correctly, I was here first.”

“But were you not the one who drew me here with your qingxin-scented breeze?” you shot back, tone more curious than biting.

To your surprise, he said nothing to deny it. “Attentive, I see.”

“I’m not sure it’s quite that I’m attentive rather than you wanting me to know.” You hid a smile. He wouldn’t have made it so obvious otherwise, you were certain of it. For someone who held more power in his little finger than you could possibly fathom, you knew that him alerting you of his existence couldn’t be a mere accident.

“You’re right.” He shrugged. “But it’s not so much that I wanted to call you here than I didn’t mind if you happened to stumble by.”

You ran the palms of your hands over the railings, craning your neck to the side to face him. He was a puzzling creature, giving off the aura of something greater and more powerful than a human. The ominous mask dangling around his hip seemed to serve as a word of caution to indicate a menacing side he hadn’t shown you, but his calm stance and the small tilt of his head made him seem curious—almost inviting.

It was intriguing, to say the least.

“And why did you want me to, as you say, stumble by?” you said. “Not that I mind.”

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly, shaking his head and looking confused himself. “Intuition? I noticed you fighting, helping the people of Liyue. You’re doing a...good job.”

You shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck as you shied away from his praise. “So you summoned me here to thank me?”

“I don’t know,” he said again, his impassive tone sounding almost frustrated.

At the small frown playing on his lips, you couldn’t help but let a noise of laughter escape you. He gazed at you in question. This whole situation seemed strange and peculiar, straight out of a dream you’d have at random only to forget the next morning. He seemed strange and peculiar, like a figure out of a story book lost in the ruins of Liyue.

And yet you found yourself enjoying this odd encounter.

“Well, Mr. Stranger, since you seem uncertain of so many things still, are you going to continue to have your wind follow me around Liyue until you figure whatever it is out?” you questioned teasingly, not at all minding that prospect.

He glared, looking slightly embarrassed. “It’s not that I was following you. I only sensed someone in need but happened to see you rushing along the way and decided to let you handle it. The less involvement in the affairs of mortals, the better.”

So he wasn’t a mortal himself, you thought, his words confirming your previous suspicions. Still…

“Is that so?” You quirked a brow. “And what is this if not for involvement in the affairs of a mortal?”

He folded his arms and didn’t say a word.

“Let me guess— You don’t know?”

“Hmph.”

You smiled. “Well, I guess it’s okay you don’t know. It’s okay not to know sometimes, you know?”

He blinked. “You aren’t making sense.”

“And you are?” you retaliated. “I still don’t know who you are or anything about you yet. But… I know you smell like qingxin flowers and feel like a cooling breeze. And I know that I rather enjoy it.”

The mysterious entity looked out into the mountain scenery, gloved hand resting on the dark balustrade. He seemed both lost in thought and completely aware of his physical surroundings at the same time. Suddenly, he spoke up.

“Xiao.”

Your gaze met his as he nodded once. “Xiao?”

“My name. Now you know who I am.”

You laughed, startled by how blunt he was. “I guess you’re right. Nice to meet you Xiao.”

“Hm.” Xiao waited one moment before he asked, “Do you plan to keep exploring Liyue?”

At his question, you briefly considered your options for the near future. You liked Liyue and there was so much you had left to see. Was it like home to you? No— Not yet anyway, though it could be if the situation was right. But that didn’t mean you wanted to leave just yet.

Not when you may have found a reason you would want to stay.

“For the time being, yes.”

He nodded in satisfaction. “That’s good. You being there to help the people of Liyue means less involvement with mortal affairs for me.”

Though his tone was haughty, he didn’t seem like he actually minded what he considered mortal affairs. If he did, why would he be so alert when he sensed people in need?

“And, if you ever need assistance during your ventures, I’ll be there.”

Xiao’s words comforted you as you looked at him, his hair blowing in the wind. Maybe one day you could reach out and touch it. But not today.

You sensed this meeting was about to end. The breeze picked up and you could feel him getting ready to leave. Whether he was going to leave to go to bed or leave the mortal world, you weren’t sure. But you would rather treasure this encounter than dwell on an inevitable—and hopefully temporary—farewell.

“Thank you, Xiao. And if you ever need assistance with...whatever it is you do, I’ll be there too!” you said confidently. “As I’m sure you’ve seen, I’m pretty handy at weilding a sword myself.” You doubted he would ever need much help in the physical or martial department. “Or, I could simply lend an ear as well.”

It happened so fast, you weren’t sure if it was actually there, or if your eyes were playing tricks on you— Xiao smiled. At least, you thought he did. But in the mere blink of an eye, it was gone.

Still, you don’t think you would ever forget that peaceful image no matter how hard you tried. Not that you wanted to.

Sensing the night coming to an end, you asked, “When will I be able to see you like this again?”

He paused. “In this human form, you mean?”

You nodded, though you figured the answer would be those three familiar words he had said many times tonight.

“I don’t know.”

A wry smile played on your lips. Knew it.

“The mortal realm is not where I naturally belong,” explained Xiao, amber eyes glowing brighter than the moon in the sky. “But I will meet you again in this state soon.”

The scent of qingxin grew stronger as the wind picked up. His skin grew paler, almost translucent as he met your gaze one last time for the night.

“Even if it takes time, at least the wind will tell me when you’re near.” You smiled, raising your hand in a wave. “Goodnight, Xiao.”

“Sleep well, traveller.”

And in your dreams that night, with qingxin in the air, you felt contentment and serenity in ways you never had before. You would see the entrancing being who called himself Xiao again. Soon. But you had the wind to keep you company while in wait.

#genshin impact #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao fanfiction #genshin fanfiction #genshin imagines #xiao imagines #genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin xiao

[yukiotacon]

Happy Saint Valentine's Day and happy gatherer levelling!

Since you're going dark, I'll make a request for a drink to be delivered at your leisure, whenever you're active again u.u

Some WoL x Y'shtola (who would've guessed 🤣)

WoL waking up from a nightmare and Y'shtola comforting him 😭

Y'shtola x WoL nightmare hcs

She knew it was gonna happen eventual

The things you have seen and the horrors you have endured. It was only a matter of time that it would take a toll on you mentally

Y'shtola often felt guilty on how much burden she and the rest of the world put on you

Now that there isn't any conflict to solve. The traumas began to creep up

The moment she felt you stir she is there to wake you

Will let you cry to your hearts content

Not matter how much you cry , she will never let go

Y'shtola will be there as your defender against despair as you were to everyone else

As you cry yourself to sleep, she asks a question quietly

" Who saves the heroes from despair?" Y'shtola asks as she tucks you back to bed

#yukiotacon #; yukiotacon ask. #ffxiv #ffxiv fic #ffxiv fanfiction #final fantasy xiv #ff14 headcanons #ff14 fanfic #final fantasy xiv headcanons #final fantasy x reader #y'shtola x wol #y'shtola rhul #ffxiv yshtola #yshtola

[bonnymori]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."

#itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

[whumperooni]

Belonging

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3k

Tags/Warnings: incest, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, mentions of being roughly handled by your big bros while daddy was away u.u

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This is written in response to a big brained, beautiful minded nonny <3 I was going to put it in the answer to the ask but I’m gonna chuck this in ao3 too so I’m making it a separate post.

THANK YOU nonny for this /chef’s kiss of an ask and please feel free to slide into my inbox again because this is primo content right here.

I hope you enjoy your crumbs <3

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How long has Enji been away from home? Two days? Three days? Four? Certainly not away long enough for you to be in this condition.

Enji frowns despite the sweet kisses you’re peppering all over his face and grabs onto your waist, lifts you up and holds you back so he can look you over. You’re a mess- bruises on your wrists and hickeys mottling your neck so much he can’t see a speck of your natural color. You look tired, worn out and Enji can tell that you’re exhausted, that things have been busy since he’s been away for his team up. He’s not happy about the vivid bruises on your thighs or the fading carpet burn on your knees. He is really not happy about the bandage on your forearm. Enji’s frown deepens and you grow nervous before him- smile twitching anxiously and hands clenching at the fabric of one of Touya’s shirts that you’ve been made to wear. When he puts you down and reaches to grab your arm, you flinch- barely noticeable, so tiny in your movement; something that anyone who wasn’t him would miss. Enji’s eyes narrow, big hand circling over your wrist and he tries to soften his expression when he feels you tense up underneath him. Whatever has happened while he’s been away is not your fault- he knows this. He is furious that you’re so skittish from it, though. Again, not your fault- his sons are sure to blame. “...what happened?” You tense up even more- eyes darting anxiously around the room and smile wavering and fading from your face. He thinks that you might pull away from him whenever he runs his thumb over the bruises on your wrists, but you remain as good and obedient as ever and simply twitch in place where you are standing. “N-Nothing, daddy,” you mumble, lips trying and failing to smile once more. Enji frowns at you and you squirm under your father’s stern gaze- anxiety whipping through you and upset starting to creep all over your face. “It was just...they didn’t mean…” Oh, yes, they did mean. Enji scowls and he sets his irritation toward the bandage on your arm, has to clench his free hand into a fist so he doesn’t hold onto you too tightly. “What is this from?” he demands. “Give me the truth, little one.” Your bottom lip quivers and he can tell that you are torn. You are such a sweet daughter, a sweet sister- you cannot bring yourself to lie to the father that you love so much but you also do not want to get the brothers that you hold dear in trouble either. You are a good girl- you should not be in this position right now. Enji breathes in deep and he lets it out slow, tries to keep a leash on his temper. You are the only thing he truly loves in this world- his little one, his youngest, his perfect little girl. He doesn’t want to see you cry over something your brothers have done. Enji huffs and he pulls you closer to him, picks you up. Your legs wrap around his waist on reflex- arms looping around his neck and face burying into his chest as he positions you. There’s a quiet whimper from you whenever he cups your bottom and Enji feels his anger grow even darker when he feels you sniffle against him. “Are you sore there?” he asks, gruff as he totes you off to his bedroom. You don’t answer him for a  moment and even then you can only give him a tiny nod in response- arms clinging tighter to him. Enji lets out a tch and he’s careful as he sits down on the bed, as he sits you in his lap. Your upset is more than clear on your face now- bottom lip wobbling and eyes glistening with unshed tears. Enji frowns as your head lowers and he rubs your back with one big hand, touches your cheek with the other. “Did they spank you?” he asks. Your squirm in his lap- eyes averted and fingers curling into his shirt. Enji waits, patient, until finally your lips tremble and you give a tiny nod. “Touya-nii...he wasn’t...he wasn’t happy that I slept in Natsuo-nii’s bed,” you whisper. “They’ve been…” You trail off, nerves and upset skittering over your expression, and Enji grunts his annoyance as he eyes the bruises littered all over your body. “They’ve been fighting over you. Again.” A wince passes over you and you hang your head as if you are ashamed. There is a sniffle and that is all it takes to further cement Enji’s decision that his sons need a reminder of their place. “I- I’m sorry, daddy,” you whisper- eyes wet, lashes wet, voice trembling. “I- I tried to be good so they wouldn’t fight, but- but Touya-nii told Natsuo-nii that I- that I belong to him and it made Natsuo-nii mad and then- then Natsuo-nii was sad after and I tried to cheer him up and then that made Touya-nii mad and then- then they started fighting and then they kept dragging me to their rooms and I couldn’t- I couldn’t make them happy and I’m sorry, daddy! I didn’t mean to make them fight!” Your voice pitches with a whine of a sob and Enji grits his teeth, wraps his arms around tight so he doesn’t let his temper explode. “It’s not your fault, little one,” he tells you- gruff, stern, but soft for him. You sniffle against him, tears wetting the fabric of his shirt, and Enji rubs your back, places a kiss to your hair. “Tell me how your arm got hurt.” You sniffle, again, and it is pathetic, weak. It grinds at Enji’s fury more, but he closes his eyes as you press against him and seek comfort. “I- I fell,” you mumble to him, voice wobbling. “N-Natsuo-nii was holding my hand and- and Touya-nii didn’t like it so he...he grabbed my other one and he yanked me away, but I- I lost my balance and I fell...I hit it against the table and it...cut me…” Your voice gets smaller and more quiet with each word- reluctance to get your brother’s in trouble making it so hard to admit what happened to your father. Enji’s control snaps as he listens and his fire flares from him- something he is quick to put out whenever he hears your panic sounding against his chest. Enji breathes in deep and he buries his face into his daughter’s hair, holds you just a little too tight in his arms. “...okay, little one,” he says once his temper calms down enough that he can talk without growling every word out. “Did anything else happen?” You shake your head against him and it’s a bit too swift of a denial for his taste. He senses that there is more- knows that there must be- but he does not push; he does not want his little one to collapse further into upset. Enji takes another deep breath and lets you go, cups your cheek to smooth away one stray tear. “You’re a mess,” he tells you. “Come- take a shower with me and then we will relax.” You nod- one small, upset sniffle leaving you- and Enji presses his lips to your forehead before gathering you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom. He strips you down and reduces Touya’s shirt to ash- letting it fall into the waistbasket with a scowl. You do not comment on it, but you hug yourself tight- eyes wide and worried and body littered with bruises. They have been especially rough with you this time and Enji is not pleased. He is careful with you as he washes you- big hands moving as gently as he can manage but still firm as he washes your tangled hair, scrubs down your tired body. You relax as he takes care of you, melt under his warm fingers and let out soft, sweet noises as your father eases the anxious tension that has wound your body up so tight. He kisses you when you tilt your head back to look at him- your eyes half-shut and sleepy, a serene look on your face as he runs his hands over your breasts. It is a chaste kiss- loving and brief- and Enji feels a certain satisfaction whenever you sigh after, lean against his broad chest. “Daddy takes good care of me,” you mumble- words fuzzy with exhaustion and the gooey warmth spreading through your body and making your mind melt from much needed tenderness. “Not like…” You trail off softly, guiltily. Enji knows what you mean, though, and there is pride in him from it- a possessive, vindictive pleasure as his little girl nuzzles against him adoringly. You are daddy’s little girl- you always have been and you always will be. Enji finishes cleaning you and he sets you out of the shower to wrap yourself in a towel and wait for him. Your clumsy attempts to clean him before he does are cute, but he knows that you are tired and does not wish to push you just yet- he has plans and he needs you to rest while you can. He cleans himself and you wait for him obediently- wrapped up in a towel and yawning, propped up on the sink where he had sat you down. Seeing him emerge from the shower is a treat- water steaming from him and dripping down rippling muscles, through chest hair and a thick happy trail. A soft noise leaves you as you watch him dry himself and your cheeks pinken without notice despite heavy eyes and a fuzzy, tired mind that’s begging for sleep. Enji watches your soft thighs rub together and he goes to you, kisses you like you deserve- lovingly, hungrily but not forcefully. He breaks it once a sweet, low moan sounds from you and then he kneels, parts your legs and hooks them over his shoulders before burying his face into the honeyed crux of his little one. The bathroom echoes with your whimpers and mewls as Enji runs his tongue through your folds and burrows his tongue deep inside your cunny. He keeps your hips still whenever they begin to twitch, but he allows you to grab onto his hair, grunts with approval when you arch your back and whine out a needy little, “Daddy, please!” You come whenever he slips a thick finger into you- slick and warm insides fluttering and clamping down onto the digit as you cry out, grip his hair tight. Enji works you through it and he slips a second finger in at the peak of your orgasm, makes it trip into another and has you whimpering, gasping out “daddy, daddy, daddy!” “That’s right, little one,” he praises- voice coming out low and husky as your cunny clenches and cums around his fingers. “Who makes you feel good?” “Daddy does!” Enji hums, pleased by your mewled answer, and he allows you to ride out your pleasure before slipping his fingers from you. You look so sweet as you pant and flush- so worn out and vulnerable; a tender girl flustered by the dulcet, mellowed pleasure that you have been craving for days. You whimper whenever Enji stands- arms reaching for your father and eyes bright with needy tears. He picks you up and he kisses your cheek, cups your bottom whenever you wrap your legs around him and teases your wet, fluttering hole with a stretched out finger as he totes you off to the living room. The boys are there- arguing as always, in each other’s faces with heated, hissed words and glaring eyes- and they only look up when Enji slips a finger inside your cunny and coaxes a moan from you. Their reaction is immediate- heads snapping up and shock halting their anger only to multiple it. Touya’s lips pull back into snarl and Natsuo’s eyes widen, narrow as he watches your hips grind down against Enji’s finger. Enji glares them down as he eases another finger into your eager cunny, kisses your cheek when you whimper and cling to him even tighter. “Little one,” he asks, voice gruff but calm even as he glowers down at the furious brats that he calls sons, “who made you feel good earlier?” “Daddy did,” you mewl out- sweet and sleepy and showing the pleasure that is slowly wrecking your tired body. Enji hums and he spreads another finger to smooth over your clit, makes you moan softly and try to grind your hips against him. A growl rips from Touya and your lashes flutter from it, a tiny noise of worry leaves you and is instantly forgotten when Enji curls his thick fingers inside of your honeyed insides and causes your mind to blank from pleasure. “And who is making you feel good now?” Enji demands- hard and nearly imperious as you tremble and cling tighter to him. “D-Daddy is!” “Do you want your brothers to fuck you, little one?” Enji asks, narrowing his eyes in challenge when Touya takes a step toward him. A hiccup of a sob leaves you and you shake your head, bury your face against him with a whimper. Enji’s lips twitch with the hint of a smirk and he pushes you to answer with, “And why is that?” Another sob and you shake as guilt, frustration, repressed anger and upset at your brothers twine through you along with the honeyed, warm pleasure that your father is giving you. You sniffle- hips rocking against thick fingers and your syrupy, sticky juices leaking from you and coating your father’s hand. “Because- because,” you whimper as your heart pounds and your cunny throbs with need. “Because they’re- they’re mean! I don’t want- I don’t-” Guilt causes you to whine against your father and Enji hums as he teases a third finger against your entrance, looks over his sons. Touya is furious- hands clenched into tight fists and shaking with anger that’s close to exploding out. Natsuo, at least, has the decency to look guilty, ashamed. He ducks his head and looks away as Enji spreads your little cunny wider and makes you cry out as he slowly stuffs your squishy, warm insides full even more. “Who do you want then?” Enji asks- voice low and gruff. He grunts as your insides spasm around his fingers and his cock flexes against himself- hard and big and so ready to fill his sweet baby girl. “Who do you want to fuck you, little one?” You choke on a sob- the questions overwhelming your tired mind and your body racing toward another orgasm. You arch against him, head tilting back with a cry whenever he places a hot kiss to your neck. You can’t help the way you pant and shake against him and you can’t help your answer either, the way you moan out a loud, needy, truthful- “Daddy! Want- I want Daddy!” You cry a little after from guilt and need and the pleasure that is making your mind melt and your head spin. Enji lets out a growl of satisfaction and he slips his fingers from you- soothing you with a kiss whenever you let out a panicked whine. Enji slides you lower down his waist and presses the head of his cock against your fluttering hole, looks at his sons with challenge and superiority in his eyes, the set of his lips. “And who do you belong to?” Enji asks- voice low and demanding, making a desperate shiver crawl up your spine. You whimper and you lift your head from him, turn it so you can look at your brothers. There is no fear in your gaze- not like how there was over these past few days whenever they yanked you to and fro between them- and you shudder against your father- eyes heavy and cheeks flushed, body soft and pretty and clinging to him with pressing, loving adoration and need. “Daddy,” you mewl out sweet as honey. “I belong to daddy.” “Good girl,” Enji murmurs to you, sliding his cock into your eager cunny. “My good girl.” Choked anger tears itself from Touya and he snaps out a “fuck you” to Enji before stomping out of the room- singing the doorframe whenever he slams his hand against it in fury. Natsuo is frozen in place- eyes wide as he watches you come along your father’s cock- and he flushes from frustration, from anger whenever he finds himself hardening at the sight of Enji’s dick stretching your pussy and making your glistening folds part as he slides into you slowly. He clenches his fists whenever your moan and then he stomps out of the room- angry and needy as your chanted mewls of “daddy, daddy, daddy!” sound behind him. Enji smirks as his sons flee in a temper tantrum, smiles as he kisses your cheek and rocks his hips up to make you moan and go limp against him in pleasure. You nuzzle against him with a needy, tired whine and Enji hums his satisfaction at that, turns to carry you back to his room and his bed. “Shh, little one,” Enji tells you. “Daddy will take care of you.” A whimper leaves you and you tremble before giving a weak nod against him, clench around his cock even as he slips out of you to lay you out on his bed. “Love you, daddy,” you slur out through your pleasure and exhaustion, the overwhelmed feeling making your mind melt. “Love you so much.” Enji braces himself over you and he kisses your forehead, soaks in the soft mewl that sounds from you as he sinks his cock back into your honeyed insides. “I love you too, little one,” he tells you. “My little one.” You nod, panting and dizzy, and Enji kisses you, starts to fuck you slowly. You’re his. You will always belong to your daddy.

#enji todoroki x reader #endeavor x reader #enji x reader #bnha #rooni's shit #tw: incest #this ask made me so dreamy #thank you nonny <3 #i hope it scratches that craving for you #todoroki degens

[pxedpiper]

Horizon (12)

Plot Summary: Once a princess of a kingdom you loathed to call yours, you have somehow found yourself aboard a pirate ship, stuck on the ocean waves. Now you try to figure out how to escape them, but as you continue to journey with them, you find yourself wondering if you even want to.

Pairings: Ateez x Reader

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and sexual implications throughout the fic, nothing ever specified in detail

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A/N: we are finally back with a new chapter i am sorry it took so long but sword fighting is daunting and in general i can’t write fight scenes for shit but we winging it!!! also thank you all again for 100 followers i still can’t believe we hit it so soon uwuwuwuwuwu hopefully the next chapter should be easier to write u.u

Silently, you peeked your head from behind the door to the kitchen, where Jongho was sitting alone, seemingly staring at nothing. For once, Seonghwa wasn’t in the room, likely discussing matters with Hongjoong as his quartermaster, leaving Jongho to mull over the situation. Taking a deep breath, you put on a what you hoped was a comforting smile on your face and walked over, sitting down from across from him where he could see you.

“Hello,” You began, not quite sure what to say, “Are you feeling alright?” Is there a way to sound even more awkward? You thought to yourself.

Luckily, Jongho saw through you and took mercy, “Wooyoung told you, didn’t he?”

“He told me your family is the reason you became a pirate, not why they are,” You answered, trying not to incriminate the gunner.

Jongho cringed, “That sounds so terrible, the way that’s worded, it’s nothing bad. At least, I don’t think so. You see, Hongjoong’s saved every member of the ship in some way, but my case is a bit different. My parents, they can barely scape by enough money to feed us, and my siblings are all too young to be working, so it was on me to find a way to make money. I managed to run into Hongjoong, and he offered me a place on the ship to work and I could send all the money I made to my family. I instantly said yes, and though my parents weren’t exactly fond of the idea at the time, they let me go and I send them my wages every time we dock somewhere. Hongjoong saved me and my family from poverty, but he didn’t save my life. At least, not how I see it.”

“I see,” You nodded before giving him a smile, “That’s so thoughtful of you, Jongho. I’m sure your family must be very proud of you. I know I would be if I were them.”

A pink flush dusted across his face, as he coughed out, “I-It’s nothing, I’m just doing what I can to take care of them. Besides, they’ve warmed up to it since, they’ve sort of adopted the rest of the crew, in a sense. I half expect my mother to go around calling them her sons every time we visit.”

“Oh, so you do visit them?”

“When I can, yeah. It’s not very often due to us always being on the move, but sometimes we make time to see them and catch up,” He smiled fondly at the thought of them before frowning, “But their existence should be a secret. How the hell did Sweet find out about them? Are they okay? It’s all I can think about. If Sweet got to them, I just…” He trailed off, the concern evident in his voice.

You took both of his hands in yours, trying to reassure him, “If they are anything like you, which I’m sure they are, then I’m certain they’re strong enough to handle anything Sweet could throw at them. They’ll be fine, and you’ll be able to see for yourself soon, I promise.”

Your words brought back the smile to his face, making him reply softly, “Thank you. I needed the reassurance.”

“It’s no problem,” You answered, “What are crew members for?”

“Right,” He smiled, “Well, I suppose I’ve been sitting around here long enough. I’ll go back to work, try to distract myself before Hongjoong or Seonghwa yells at me for slacking off. You’re going to be alright, aren’t you? I know this is a lot for you, too.”

“I’ll be fine,” You replied, waving off his concerns, “I’m the last person you should be worried about right now. Just focus on yourself and your family.”

“You’re the person we should be the most worried about,” Jongho argued, before coughing again slightly, “I-I mean, you’re the one at the most risk, with Sweet’s bet, and all…”

“I trust Hongjoong to win, like I said,” You said simply, before attempting to push him out of the room, “Now, go. Before someone really does come along and yell at you.”

“Alright, alright,” He relented, turning to walk out the door, “But don’t forget, any of us are willing to talk if you need it, like I said, okay?”

“I know,” You responded, waving at him as he walked out, “Trust me, I know.” With that, he was gone and you were left alone to sit in the kitchen, letting out a sigh at the stress the entire situation was causing. You got up and walked out of the kitchen yourself, not wanting to sit alone in silence, and made your way to the deck, where San, Wooyoung, and Yunho were talking amongst themselves, giving you a slight nod in greeting as you walked over to them.

“What’s going on?” You asked, looking towards them in confusion.

“Wooyoung and I were wondering what exactly we wanted to teach you first,” San explained, “And Yunho was weighing in his own opinion on the matter. Even though he’s a navigator, he still knows how to fight, so his comments are appreciated.”

“You can thank Hongjoong for that,” Yunho snorted, “He taught both me and Seonghwa. God knows my father didn’t teach me anything when I was- when I was with him.” He caught on his words near the end of his statement, but before you could question it, Wooyoung was already responding.

“Well, no matter who it was that taught you, your opinion matters greatly!” He chirped, almost as if there wasn’t the threat of a battle looming over everyone’s heads, “We’re going to need as many as we can, what with (Y/N) being a beginner, and all.”

“You could say that without it sounding insulting,” You frowned, “Besides, I thought you were teaching me firearms?”

“I am!” He grinned at you, “And trust me, nothing brings me more excitement than that. But I do know how to use a sword as well, you know, firearms and explosives are just my specialty.”

“Or obsession,” Yunho coughed into his sleeve, though you could still catch the comment he attempted to disguise. You were certain Wooyoung heard it too, but he elected to ignore it as the smile never faded from his face.

“Besides, everyone knows how to use a sword on this ship! We have to, being pirates, after all,” Wooyoung laughed, “Honestly, Hongjoong would’ve probably made you learn how to fight sooner or later, (Y/N). It just so happens that the situation at hand calls for it to be sooner.”

“I mean, I get it,” You shrugged, “But still, it’s a bit odd considering my entire life I was told fighting was for men, and that all I had to be concerned about was studying and becoming the ‘perfect lady’, in my mother’s own words.”

“What if you got attacked?” San frowned, clearly seeing the flaw in that logic, “I’m sure there would be many people willing to attack a princess for money or contempt.”

“Guess I was just meant to die, then. But even then, I wouldn’t be surprised if people didn’t know I exist, I was kept away, remember?” You reminded.

Wooyoung pointed out, “But you were attacked, and you didn’t die then, so clearly, they underestimated you, didn’t they?”

“I’d say it seems our (Y/N) has a fighter’s spirit, doesn’t she?” Yunho smiled at you, patting your head, as they all seemed to have a habit of doing.

“That’s good,” San nodded, “It means it’ll be easier to train her. Do you have any prior experience, by chance?”

“Not unless you count watching my brother practice sometimes,” You shook you head, “And it wasn’t exactly like I was paying attention to him, you know?”

“That’s fine, sometimes even just watching can be helpful,” He waved off any concerns you might’ve had before continuing, “We’ll start in a bit, so just stay right here while we get what we need.”

“And I,” Yunho stressed, “Will get Seonghwa, since you’re not supposed to be training her without him watching, Wooyoung.”

“Damn,” The man in question cursed, “I was hoping you of all people would be on my side, Yunho!”

“I’m on the side that doesn’t end with The Utopia getting set on fire.” With that response, the navigator was off to find Seonghwa, a grin on his face as always. A pout on his own face, Wooyoung made to go get the guns and explosives, while San went with him to get what you assumed were the swords, leaving you alone on the deck. Silently, you waited for them, trying not to let the thoughts of your parents looking for you completely overwhelm you. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, as Seonghwa soon appeared, quickly followed by San and Wooyoung, the latter of whom was also holding a few apples, much to your confusion.

“Are those for a snack later?” You asked, wondering what need there would be for the fruit.

Letting out a laugh, Wooyoung explained, “No, though I wish they could be. They’re for seeing how good your aim is, just as a starting point. We’ll line these up side by side on the railing and have you shoot at them so that way any bullets would just end up in the ocean instead of hurting someone.”

“That’s… actually smart,” You were confused, “Why were they so hesitant to let you show me how to shoot?”

“Ah, well. Let’s say their problem isn’t with how I teach, it’s with how I act,” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, “But I will try my best to be on my best behavior! We’re on the clock, after all, so can’t afford to play around right now. First though, San’s gonna teach you how to handle a sword, then we’ll move on to the guns and what not, alright?”

“Alright,” You nodded, showing you understood what the plan was.

“Remember, San, go easy on her,” Seonghwa warned, “She’s not handled weapons before, she could hurt herself.”

“I know!” San chirped, a smile on his face, “I won’t do anything too wild today, this is just more of an introduction than anything else.” Satisfied, Seonghwa nodded and kept watching from where he was standing. Turning to you, San spoke up again, reaching out a sword to you, “Alright, like I said, I’m just going to introduce you to holding a sword and maybe a few basic moves, but that’s it for today. You’re still starting out, so it’d be best start off small and work our way up.”

You nodded, taking the sword from his hand, “Got it.” The minute the sword was in your hand, however, it instantly felt wrong, almost as if it were too heavy for you to be able to handle. You dealt with it, however, chalking it up to just not being used to it yet, and tried to work with it as best as you could.

If San noticed your plight, he didn’t say anything, merely coming closer and moving your body into position, “Alright, here’s the stance you’re going to want to take, that way you’re ready to block any hit that might come your way while having enough space to be able to make an attack yourself. Now, you’re probably going to be on the move a lot, so stances probably won’t do much good in that case, but they’re good for a starting off point. Can you hold the sword up as if you were going to fight someone?”

You tried, but the second you tried to hold up the sword, the weight became too much for you and ended up clattering to the ground, “Damn!” Sighing, you picked up the sword, trying to get back into position, “Sorry, I’m just not used to holding a sword yet. I’ll get used to it.”

San frowned, but nodded, “Alright. Let’s try to swing it, got it? Slowly, so we don’t hurt anyone in the process.” You nodded, allowing him to hold onto the handle of the sword over your hand and guide you through the motions. Normally, you’d be flustered at being so close to a man, but in this case you were too focused on trying to learn that feeling embarrassed over something so small wasn’t an option. Still, though, the sword wasn’t feeling any more right in your hands than it was earlier, and you wondered how long it would take you until it felt like nothing, like how it looked for your brother whenever he practiced.

“How long will it take until I’m comfortable enough with a sword?” You asked, frowning a bit to yourself, “I don’t mean to complain, but it’s not like we have a lot of time, and it doesn’t feel like I’m going to be able to properly grasp it anytime soon.”

“Hm, I doubt it’ll take too long, but if you feel like it isn’t right, then I might have something,” San mused, taking the sword from your hand. He left quickly, only to return almost right away as he came back holding something much smaller in his hands, “Try this. It’s a dagger. It’s smaller and more like a knife, so it should be easier for you to hold.” Taking the dagger from him, you removed it from its sheath and instantly you felt much more at ease than you had with the sword.

“This feels much better,” You grinned at him, relieved that there was something you could work with instead of struggle with.

San returned your grin, “That’s good. We’ll have to work on your sword skills eventually, but if we start with the dagger, it might not be as bad. Personally, I prefer daggers myself, I have two I keep on me at all times.”

“How haven’t I seen them yet?” You asked, trying to think back to every encounter you’ve had with San and coming up blank. “Will I be able to use two as well?”

“I keep them hidden very well, so you’d have never noticed. And that depends on how good you are,” San challenged, a smirk on his face as he fixed your position, “Now, here’s what we do next.”

For the next hour or so, that’s what your training with San was like, mainly just showing you different stances and teaching you how you were supposed to handle the dagger. You also did try a bit with the sword again, to try to get used to it bit by bit, but that ended about the same way as it began. In the end you and San both agreed that it was best to mainly focus on the dagger, and only spend a little time on the sword until you got the hang of it. Which meant it was soon Wooyoung’s turn, who was all too gleeful to be able to be near his guns again.

“Remember, Wooyoung, she’s shooting, not you,” Seonghwa called from where he was watching, a warning glare sent to the gunner’s way.

Wooyoung just stuck his tongue out at him before turning back to you, “Alright, like San, we’re just gonna start off small. I just want to see how your aim is right now, then I want to go through all the weapons one by one and show-I mean, tell,” He amended, seeing Seonghwa’s glare at him intensify, “you what each one does. Simple, right?”

“Right,” You nodded, ready to see what Wooyoung’s big fuss was about the guns.

He handed you a smaller one with a grin, explaining, “This is a pistol. They’re not exactly the best in a fight, since they’re so hard to load, but they’re easy enough to use and quick to have on hand. This’ll probably be the one you’re most comfortable with, but we’ll get to that in a bit. Quick, let me show you how to stand and aim.” Much like San, Wooyoung positioned your body and arms to where they were supposed to be, for once not making a flirty comment as he usually would. However, he did give you a wink as you caught his eyes, making you roll yours, growing used to his constantly flirtations. “Okay now, just go ahead and point at one of the apples. Try to aim a bit above or below the apple, it’ll never hit if you try to aim directly at it. Once you’re ready, go ahead and shoot.” Nodding your head, you took a deep breath as you aimed a little higher than the apple, then pulled the trigger, the loud banging noise making you jump back, as well as the kick from the gun.

“Fuck, that was loud!” You cursed, not having expected how loud it would be, “How do you do that all the time?!”

“You get used to it,” Wooyoung grinned, a look in his eye that made you just a little bit nervous, “Wasn’t it exhilarating, though? Shooting the gun, wasn’t the rush satisfying?” From the corner of your eye, you could see Seonghwa still watching warily, and you couldn’t help but feel thankful for his constant stare, thinking that maybe Hongjoong was right to keep the firearms away from Wooyoung. Perhaps Yunho wasn’t wrong about it being an obsession.

“I think it’d be more satisfying if I wasn’t afraid I’d go deaf in the process,” You answered, trying not to focus on just how excited that had gotten him, “How’d I’d do?”

“Well, you grazed it, so you’re not too bad,” He mused, staring at the still mostly intact apple, “But you did miss, so that’s what we’ll have to work on. Aim’s hard to get a good grasp on, so I can’t say I’m surprised that’s what went wrong. And now that you know what to expect from the noise and the kick, you’ll have a better handle on how to keep a good grip on it. Overall, not a bad place to start, I’d say.”

“Thank god,” You sighed, relieved that guns were going much easier than swords were.

“Now, we’ll go back to the apples in a bit, but for now, I want to show you the different types of firearms,” He said, leading you to where the rest of the weapons he brought out earlier were. He held up a long, larger looking gun, “This is a rifle. It’s good for longer range, both in a gun fight and a physical fight, but they can be a bit hard to carry and it’s not very useful for much outside of a club in a close quarters fight. This’ll come later in the training, it’s a bit too complex to start you out with it now.”

He moved on to a black ball with a rope that looked suspiciously like a wick sticking out of it, “This is a grenade, you might remember from when you first boarded. What you do with this is, you light up the end of the wick here, and then you throw it at someone, and when the wick reaches the gun powder that’s in the ball, it’ll explode!” The childlike excitement felt out of place for talking about a dangerous weapon, “We’re not gonna light one up here, though. One, Seonghwa and Hongjoong would kill me, and two, it’s best to keep as many of those around as possible, don’t want to waste one of those when we’re gearing up for a fight.” You nodded, understanding the logic.

“This,” He gestured to something that looked very similar to the grenade he’d just shown you, “Is a stink pot. It’s essentially the same as a grenade, but it releases a god awful stench that’ll distract the enemy so you can get a hit it. However, you’re just as much as risk, so it’s kept as more of a last minute situation than anything else. Even I try to avoid using these when I can, so you can imagine just how bad it is.” You grimaced, the thought of using the stink pot seeming very unappealing to you, which you’re sure was a common sentiment.

From then on, Wooyoung showed you the rest of the weapons and what they were, most of them just turning out to be different versions of the ones you’d already been shown. After that, it was back to working on your aim, which by the end of it you’d managed to hit at least one apple, but it still wasn’t where Wooyoung wanted it, saying you’ll be ready when you manage to hit all of them. Soon, Wooyoung called it a day, and you found yourself feeling exhausted despite the fact it really hadn’t been a lot of work. Still, though, you found yourself easily falling asleep after dinner, knocking right out as soon as your head hit the pillow.

                                                          ~

“So, Jongho, what’s your family like, exactly?” You questioned, a smile on your face as you leaned against the railing.

“Well, my mother and my father are well meaning people, trying their best to give us as much as they could. With my mother so frail and my father too old to work, though, it fell on me to take over,” He explained, “My siblings are too young, you see. Chunhei’s the oldest after me, right now she’s about fifteen or sixteen? Then it’s Hyunae, she’s just turned nine, and that leaves me with my baby brother, Kangdae. He’s only around four or five, he was barely two by the time I left. At that point, I was the only one old enough to do anything, so I went out looking for any work I could find. I ended up meeting Hongjoong, and well, the rest is history, so to speak.”

“Sounds like you really love them,” You noted, a demure tone in your voice.

“I’d do anything for them,” He affirmed, nodding his head as additional confirmation.

You stared out into the sea, speaking quietly, more for yourself than to him, “Wonder what that’s like.” No further words were shared, the two of you just waiting until you docked at Jongho’s hometown. You didn’t have to wait long, since the ship was soon at port at one of the free docks, and Jongho was leading everyone to his house, a look of concern evident on his face.  However, it was very apparent that he needn’t have worried: the first thing you could see when walking towards the small isolated house were two children, one a girl and one a boy, running around and play fighting, while an older girl watched him, a grin evident on her face.

Once she noticed the crew standing there, however, she was shocked for second before joyfully shouting, “Jongho!” Just as quickly, the youngest member of the crew soon found himself with two small children hugging onto his legs, the older sister not too far behind, “What are you doing here? You normally tell us when you come to visit!”

“I’m afraid there wasn’t enough time to warn you, something bad’s going on,” He said grimly, “Is everything alright? Are mom and dad okay?”

“There just fine, they’re inside the house- what do you mean, something bad?” The sister, who you could only assume to be Chunhei, frowned, clearly confused with the situation.

“I’ll explain in a bit, can you take the kids inside?” He asked, “I’m not comfortable with them being outside for right now.”

“Of course, come on, you two, lets go,” She said, guiding the younger two, who had to be Hyunae and Kangdae, back inside the house, the rest of you trailing after them. Soon, all of you found yourself cramped together in a tiny living room of sorts, with a man and woman you knew to be Jongho’s parents.

“Alright, this is going to be hard to explain, so I’m going to need you all to listen carefully,” Jongho started, “Really, I’m afraid of how it happened and what it could mean. But first…” Jongho trailed off, leaving you confused until he guided you to stand next to him.

“There’s someone who needs to be introduced first. Meet the newest member of our crew, (Y/N).”

#ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez pirate au #hongjoong fanfic #seonghwa fanfic #yunho fanfic #yeosang fanfic #san fanfic #mingi fanfic #wooyoung fanfic #Jongho fanfic

[captain-jinguji]

Can I request Starish's reaction to their s/o having a wet dream? The thirst is real 🥵

Me? Sinning? In this household? Absolutely. Yes.

STARISH reacting to their s/o having a wet dream about them

Natsuki:

Oblivious #1. Okay like you might be squirming and moaning his name in ecstasy but SURELY youre just having a very fun dream right? Right??? Wrong Natsuki, im sorry baby but I was SINNING with you underneath these sheets u.u its your choice whether or not you tell him but just know that he finds your face being flushed in the morning after SUPER adorable. If you choose to tell him? He gets flustered too but... Maybe he could help next time? "Oh... Well... I dream about you sometimes too"

Tokiya:

This 👏 man 👏 will 👏 tease 👏 you 👏. He's a very light sleeper anyway so any and all movements of yours stir him awake. Its just that usually he falls back asleep since its just your body turning naturally except this time you're moving against the mattress in a.. Uh rather unnatural manner. He's immediately wide awake and grinning to himself in the dark. Will watch you live out your dream and maybe even help. Also forces you to tell him all the juicy details "so, what was that dream you were having last night?"

Cecil:

He could feel you cuddling closer to him and he smiled softly in his sleep, enjoying the warmth your body brought him. "Hm..." He sighed in content in his sleep and nuzzled into your neck, only to have you moan in response. It slowly woke him up, the moaning that is, and he soon found you rubbing against him in need. He flushed a little and moved away but SUSHSJSJAJJSJSJ you followed him and there was nowhere for him to go, so he let you live out your dream like the gentleman he is and then just went back to sleep with a hard on, hoping it would go away by morning. Of course it didnt. "So what was happening in your dream?"

Ren:

Quite honestly he slept through it and is super mad about it because wow he wouldve loved to see that. Only your flushed face and your eyes scanning his body the next morning are giving your dirty dream away and his lips curl up in a smirk. He'll move closer, hovering above you while he leans in close, "my my... And you wanted to keep that to yourself?"

Otoya:

Boi is thinking you have a nightmare when you scream his name at night, successfully waking him up, and he's quick to pull you in to his chest to bring some comfort. But then you started rocking your hips against his and he let a little moan slip through his lips and aaahhh now hes blushing and pushing you away because WHY so now youre awake and blushing because not only was that dream * HAWT * but you also see his erection forming in real life and sidhsjiwiajas its a mess. "S-sorry!!! I-i thought you were... Having a n-nightmare!!!"

Syo:

Much like Ren, he actually slept through most of it and only jolted awake when he felt you grip his hair tightly right as you came. He quite literally screamed from both shock and pain, waking you up too and you quickly retrieved your hand, mumbling an apology. "W-what were you thinking?? What kind of dream would you--... Oh..." Your post-orgasm shaking legs gave you away and he chuckled slightly, suddenly moving dangerous close.

Masato:

He's like Tokiya, a very light sleeper so any sound or movement has his eyes wide open. Except this time they're not wide open in fear of a potential intruder, no, theyre open because youre moaning his nice. His cheeks immediately flush and he covers his mouth in both shock and to not make any sounds. He really wants to shake you awake but hes just staring at the ceiling, listening to you live out whatever fantasy your mind came up with, and he cant deny the... Excitement it brings to himself. However, he'll push that out of his mind and never bring it up "me? Blushing....? N-no you must be mistaken...!"

#uta no prince sama #uta no prince shining live #utapri headcanons #utapri starish stillnotsorry #quartet night #starish #utanoprincesama #jinguji ren #natsuki shinomiya #ichinose tokiya #cecil aijima #otoya ittoki #kurusu syo #hijirikawa masato

[the-canine-king]

i answered all 50 questions in that oc question post

note: i'm only talking about the ones i made lol i was gonna link them all the character’s names to their profiles but that shit’s way too much work so: https://toyhou.se/CanineKing/characters/folder:all/tags:1/tagged:Original

1. Your first OC ever? hmm, there's probably two answers 1) an unnamed character who was basically a fantasy dressed fox kemono boy. do you remember playing a game as a kid where you look out the window in a car and you imagine someone doing sick parkour beside your car? he was the character i imagined (there was also a whole other story i dreamt up where i was some long lost princess from other world and he was gonna save me from this one but that's a whole other thing) he's technically a character i thought of but never thought of anything beyond that, i don't think i ever drew him either 2) 4 (maybe 5) characters i made in middle school where it was about these characters that come from families that can bend one particular element, and they're all friends on school trying to get used to their passed down powers and also be basically kid superheroes. i drew them out and gave them names, but i never wrote anything beyond that, but they were definitely ones that i would call my first actual written ocs 2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? -looks at ace, eliott, and mel- no 3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? yup! before i wasn't so big on the adopt thing, but i turned into a fan w/ collecting designs and writing a lil story for them! i adopted 38 characters, and one other that's currently still in the process of trade :P (and unfortunately trying to purge some away) 4. A character you rarely talk about? unfortunately that'd be a lot of characters bc i'm super focused on drawing ace/ mel smooching for the 548787th time 5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? i'd probably make it eliott bc who else doesn't love a cute, shy, goat boy on the internet 6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? ...... i can't think of any lmao 7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? i literally only make ocs to make stories so 8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! nah i can't do rp stuff :'D 9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? honestly, not really if i made them lol but i guess i can if i'm not attatched to them and such, so if i just made a design and offered them up then yeah i can trade them (unless i love their design lol) 10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? even thought i haven't fully drawn my plans for his outfit, azazel would be the most complicated in my standards 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? me personally, i'd say eliott bc that baby boy is trying his best story wise, either thorne or lucas (but totally lucas since thorne is a liar at heart) 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot TOO MANY AUGH the very first oc i fell in love with but was forever homes was like a fantasy setting character that was an adventurer and had eagle legs/ other features w/ banging colours but other than that too many others 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? again, a lot, i guess. bc they mostly fall into that trope? aiden (even though he's trying to be a better person), damien, eve, hugh (in a way), jack, ollie, ricky, roman, and wyatt 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory uhhhh, hard to choose, i don't have any more bc i haven't written their backstories yet lol - growing up as a theif his whole life to support him and his mother, accidentally kills someone after an awakening of powers and is had to run from his hometown - growing up being shadowed over and forced to be someone that they're not, only to get their hubris get to them, causing themselves and others get hurt and can't even remember the person they loved - growing up w/ betrayal after betrayal she closed herself off, but they met someone and slowly opened up and accidentally fell in love w/ them, only later getting caught and fell from grce, then only to find the person they trusted before not remember them - after being caught on what seemed to be a fatal accident, gets rescured from a miraculous surgery, but he's slowly forgetting what he looks like and who he was every passing second - two people close to each other, only to end up w/ betrayal and lies 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? absolutely but if they ask me something i haven't planned yet i'm just "UHHH" 16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 17. Any OC OTPs? nah ace/ mel is my notp :/ anyways if it's couples in general then: - ace/ mel - lucas/ darla - kaiko/ caspian - + a bunch of the parents in the monster family story - damon/ ollie (okay i'm really not planning for them to be together, but they cute u.u) - jebediah/ demon boyfriend - gunther/ harem - nadiya/ her girlfriend which i still haven't decided if i want her to be like a princess or a traveling swordsman of sorts) - the chimera girl i designed/ her human girlfriend - the fallen god/ mercenary 18. Any OC crackships? uhh i actually don't know :V anyone of the people listed  being w/ someone else would be a crackship? idk every other pairing i know i wouldn't like lol 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) i guess eliott! i guess also catherine, ricky, comet, and/ or captain since they were my fist group of ocs i wrote a bit about, but i think eliott means a lot more bc he was the one that got me thinking more about ocs  :> 20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? for some reason i feel like rosa would be a singer? va hc would be someone w/ a strong husky voice and she would probably sing really well in kind of old slow songs you hear in old bars i also thought maybe lillie could sing too, but they’d usually be softer songs or lullabies to calm herself down it’d be nice/ cool to write for fallen god to be able to sing as well, and maybe the mercenary too so they can have nights signing together. maybe fallen god can sing songs that are in their own god language or whatever, and mercenary can watch in awe there may be others but i can’t think of them rn/ they might be charas i haven’t fully made yet 21. Your most artistic OC lmao it’s a bunch of ocs that i haven’t developed my ocs enough for me to know so let’s skip i guess 22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? i mean, people get some stuff wrong about my ocs sometimes but they’re usually so small that i really don’t care about it lol 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? hmm they relatively stayed the same personality wise but i assure you everyone’s changed from their initial drawing of them 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? that's. a really hard choice actually lol bc i wanna be hugged by one of the parents in the monster family story i made, but i also wanna hang out w/ the characters that i can comfortably hang out w/ lol 25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) everyone’s got a bit of shared piece of themselves w/ their ocs don’t they? 26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? against my will? i can’t think of anything that i changed against my will so no :V 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? the only two i can come up rn are: alistair (devil wears a suit and tie) and rosa (o, raven) 28. Your most dangerous OC? i guess the chimera girl i made since she’s trying to fit in the modern life? i mean i still haven’t thought of her story yet but i know she Angery 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? ace, aiden, maybe keaton 30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? mel, eva, roy 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) eliott: landscape stuff, muted colours, mystical content here and there ace: default theme, memes, probably has a side blog that’s more of an aesthetic blog mel: super aesthetic blog, romance themed 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? literally anyone in the renegade group i could’ve said anyone in the hunters group but they’re all fucking idiots (lee would be more closer to the renegade’s level tho) 33. Your shyest OC? eliott, roy, audrey, fallen god 34. Do you have any twin characters? i literally want to design twin ocs just to have twin ocs jdshfkjsdf 35. Any sibling characters? audrey, dylan, and elle + eve and juno + ace and jack 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? nah not really lol 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human ?? i barely have human characters in the first place, unless this one means humanoid :V 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? iiiii can’t think of anyone other than the two parents i thought of that i’m planning to be dance teachers lmao 39. Introduce any character you want i haven’t drawn them yet but fallen god and mercenary are two unnamed characters that i recently started thinking of where fallen god falls from the heavens and looses their sight, and the merc runs from their past meet and they team up together w/ the merc being fallen god’s eyes and the fallen go being their protector 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! i guess it;s just sentimental ones like, first ocs, first compliments, first art/ fic of them, etc. 41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) YEAH AND EVERYONE DRAWS THEM CUTER THAN I DO (well i mean these were from freebies, art trades/ games, and gifts but still) please check out ace’s other’s art gallery and eliott’s other’s art gallery, bc they have the most of them (bc i ask for them a lot lol) 42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? whoever in middle school age i guess 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess big n beefy, jokesters, heart of gold 44. Something you like about your OCs in general that i made them all (well of course not the adopted kids) 45. A character you no longer use? everyone every time i don’t focus on their story anymore than i used to ;;;; 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? fortunately no, and i hope no one does and it’d stop to others bc wow that’s rude as hell 47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? okay literally the first time i made eliott, everyone i knew wanted to adopt him as their kid lol 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure eliott, parker, elle (i love all of them tho :’D) 49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes ace, roman, ricky, aiden, dylan, eva, ollie 50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want i love all of my babes okay good night

#king speaks #ocs #yetanotherOCmeme #long post

[memoriashell]

imagery

Characters / Pairing: Namixi / Xion-centric

crossposted on ao3 

Notes: This is technically started as something I was going to use in home, but I thought it’d be cuter as a shippy stand alone and developed it a little from there. So while it's loosely connected, it can be read fine as a stand alone. Hoped to have it done for Valentines but that fell through, but ey something for Femslash Feb at least u.u

Summary: Things aren’t quite picture perfect, but it’s close as can be, she thinks.

( if a picture’s worth a thousand words, how much is one memory? ) 

“A camera?” Naminé echoes, curiously, grasping the small box-like machine in her hands. “I don’t...”

“It’s from Chip and Dale. I think they had Ienzo’s help with it?” She explains, feet kicking out a little to swing from the bench they were sitting at. “Riku thought you should have one, instead of using our Gummiphone for all the picture-taking that you like to do. I’m just delivering it since they needed me at the lab earlier.” There’s some mixed half-truth the story she tells, she had been at the lab earlier for ‘check-ups’, and the device had been a request on Riku’s part. She opts to leave out the fact that she’d been the one to prompt the request in the first place, making a note of the kind of photos that usually made up Naminé’s Kingstagram, and technically she’d been delegated to delivery person because Riku was gone and Naminé was shy about being around some parts of the larger group and it was nicer to be just the two of them sometimes.

( She can’t blame her, either way; reminds that they all had days where they did not see so eye to eye, they may have forgiven, but it is not so easy to forget things said and done, in a memory that seems so far away now ).

Naminé seems to know better than she makes apparent, that it is not so simple as an errand that she’s running, smile soft and tender as she thanks her— she feels her cheeks flush when the camera is pointed in her direction first, a hint of protest lingering on her lips. The blonde laughs at her and Xion shakes her head, ignoring the ache in her chest; a gentle nudge as she notes Roxas waving at them from a distance.

“Come on, let’s take some pictures before the boys start to tear up the shoreline with all their running.”

Sometimes she finds herself with Roxas and Axel ( and Isa, by extension most times ), sometimes she finds herself inside in the silent companionship of some of the former organization members ( that she does not quite remember, gone before she really awoke and was more just empty vessel, but there is a silent, mutual understanding between them ). Sometimes it is just her and Naminé, both shy and quiet and hesitant to be around some of the others, preferring to watch the others and laugh from a distance, shoulder to shoulder.

The two munch on some fruit they had picked earlier, another small detail they get used to when on the islands; different than life in Radiant Garden or Twilight Town. Feet dip in the tides as they search for seashells, some for them to take home, others just to admire; a crab scuttles past their feet and they pause in their search so Naminé can snap some pictures of it.

Xion keeps quiet while the other focuses on things like lighting and good framing— she looks happy and content, who is she to begrudge her of that? They have all gone through so much, moments like this that are quiet and peaceful that’s the least any of them could ask for, she, girl who is not so used to being at peace, muses.

She jolts when water is splashed in her face, camera is safely put aside before she retaliates and an impromptu water fight starts between them, full of laughter; and when they are both soaked to the bone and tired out, they lay out on a towel in the sun and dry in the warmth. Distantly, she can hear Pluto barking, reaffirming the fact that someone is around, should they want to seek out any additional company.

“Sometimes I miss it.” Raven haired girl murmurs absentmindedly, getting a curious hum from the other, so she elaborates. “The warmth, here? It reminds... it reminds me of him. I don’t remember a lot when I was sleeping, just some bits and pieces, but... it was always so warm to be with Sora. It didn’t hurt to just... exist, you know? Even if it wasn’t the same as before, being alive, I could feel the others, so it was okay... Kairi, was she like that too?”

She is quiet, understandably ( it is not the kind of question asked on a normal basis, even if normal is not something the former nobody even know ); eyes alike her own watching her. “I... kind of, yes. Kairi is a Princess of Heart, of course... of course her heart is full of warmth. But Sora— Sora is a different kind of warmth. Anyone could tell just by looking at him. It felt like being wrapped a warm, gentle blanket; so kind... But I was more aware of what was going on, because of that. Because I wasn’t supposed to exist.”

“Neither was I.” She speaks before she can really think it through, but her voice is gentle even if her words were not. Naminé has moved from lying on the towel to sitting and drawing in the sand with her fingers, so she props herself up to watch her handiwork while she talks. “And you know that. That’s why we’re here now, making the most of it.”

“Mm. Sometimes... Kairi couldn’t really communicate with me but I could tell she wasn’t happy, because she was aware of me. She missed me. I couldn’t understand though. Even when Sora told me that, I still don’t understand.”

“That’s because it’s Sora, even now, I think he still feels that way. I’m pretty sure Kairi feels that way as well, because that’s the kind of person she is too. And I know for a fact Roxas missed you, and probably the others, too.” It’s easier for her to channel Sora’s cheerful disposition in moments like these ( and some part of her thinks its Kairi’s kindness that she has too ), hand reaching out to take her free hand in hers, a gentle squeeze and the words that she speaks come from her naturally, without a second thought. “And I missed you too.”

She watches as the hand that had been tracing patterns into the sand falters, a methodical line tapers off into a slant, eyes wide with surprise staring back at Xion. She feels whatever brief ‘courage’ that she had dissipate in that moment, averting her gaze to stare back out at the ocean ( had she said something odd? She’s not entirely sure if her reaction is exactly good, or not. She has had ‘feelings’ before, but it is hard to reconcile with them most of the time ). “You did...?”

“Yeah. I was... sad, I think. That I never really got to know you. Or say goodbye.” She drags her gaze away from the sea once again, peering up into eyes of the same color as the ocean waves— feels like she is being pulled in, like the sea, and leans in just a bit closer ( her breath is caught in her throat, face feels warm and her heart heavy ).

“Oh, I—” Naminé cuts herself off with a shriek as a frisbee whips past them, Pluto kicking up sand as he chases after it, and the offender comes over to check up on them.

“So sorry, I didn’t see you two shorties over here.” Axel drawls out his apology, and she tosses some of the sand covering their towel in his face because she knows he doesn’t mean it. Bastard.

( She means that lovingly, of course ).

They laugh it off, the moment has passed—but before it is gone entirely, Xion feels fingers entwine with hers, a small squeeze in return.

Thank you, she knows, is what the gesture says.

“Did you really think so too?” She asks, suddenly, days later, that Xion doesn’t know what she’s talking about— pauses and tries to think if there was a part of the conversation she’d missed; blue eyes peering up over her book as she voices her confusion. The other girl was sitting in an armchair a little ways away from her, whatever she’d been drawing in her sketchbook abandoned for the time being ( she spares a moment to crane her neck around to try and see, then gives up on the endeavor when it is clear that she’s not going to be able to find out without quite a bit of movement ). “That you weren’t missed.” Naminé amends, and girl who is so used to being not falters for a moment, deliberating what to vocalize.

You had to be remembered to be missed, puppet girl reckons, and says as much— the smallest of pouts when her answer garners a laughter from the blonde.

Do you think they would have tried so hard to find you, if you could not be remembered? They might have forgotten who you were, but the heart always remembers.

( Hands reach out to meet each other half way, silent; the warm comfort of another, it makes her heart ache in the most pleasant way. A gesture of something like we’re here, we’re real, we’re alive, it’s okay, I’m sorry, thank you—

I missed you, I missed you, I love you )

#namixi #namishi #xion #namine #kh #* zhi writes #* mine #uhhhh and for my own taggin purposes #naminé

[iluilya]

Theorethically 1; and 2, 7, 8 (this one is of utmost importance!!!!) 13, 15 (because im a sadist IM SORRY I LOVE YOU I PROMISE)

Alright, here we go! It’s time for my boi to get out there, get to know y’all’s apprentices & make some fransヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ (list of questions)

1.Which character(s) is your apprentice romancing? What attracts your apprentice to them?

So technically, none, because he refuses to stand between Asra and Julian u.u/ And because his sister is basically married to Nadia? :P IDK, as soon as I found out in Book I-V that Asrian was a legitimate thing, I boarded the ship and played the rest of the game in the mindset that Nathan is more of an observer in this whole mess, and that he by no means would try to interfere in their affairs. But then dlkjfsgdg Julian just comes along like “hey boo thang wanna goof around in town” and poor Nathan was like ??who in the fuck authorized these feELINGS?? And then dgjkdflh ASRA and his 200 coin makeout session in the cave— and my boy is just confused?! Anyhow - I think Nathan has feelings for both of them, but tries not getting involved because deep in his heart he thinks he’s just a plan B :( He’ll probably end up alone or together with another OC of mine. Also, Nathan has a VERY weak spot for Julian’s wits, manners, kindness and that reckless, crazy head of his♡ As for Asra, Nathan’s completely blown away by his wisdom, his caring heart, his dedication to magic and how he’d literally die for his loved ones, Nathan would 10/10 die for him too at any given moment. 

2. If your apprentice was a romanceable character in The Arcana, what would their route be like? (Feel free to be as detailed or as vague as you’d like.)

Nathan’s route would be like a mixture of Nadi’s and Julian’s, so lots of investigation with a shitload of fun, reckless type, wandering around Vesuvia and getting to know the city better. A little less self-loathing and sass. Nathan is really good with people and he’d use that to his advantage when investigating at the most random yet useful places for gathering information from the locals while having the time of his life, putting on ridiculous disguises, glamouring himself to look different (and maybe you too if you ask nicely), getting in lots of trouble and escaping smoothly, and of course, ending every day in the Rowdy Raven. He’s not afraid to make a complete idiot out of himself so be prepared for drunk juggling, confusing dance moves, and lots of really REALLY lame jokes! Also, he’d be really friendly with the apprentice! He’d see them and be like HEY FRAN LET’S GO ON AN ADVENTURE!!!4!!4!!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ He’d be really happy to have another magician at his side and would love to experiment with magic together! Also, Nathan trusts people way too easily so he’d probably confide in the apprentice a lot earlier than any other main character in the story. He develops feelings quickly, however, he usually shuts them in, because he runs a little low on self-esteem and he’s terrified of rejection, and thus, the apprentice would have to make the first move. ( ◡‿◡ *)

7. Is your apprentice happy with their physical appearance? If so, do they flaunt it? If not, what do they want to change?

I wouldn’t say he’s particularly happy with his physical appearance because hE’S CLEARLY BLIND or idk has never seen a mirror?? god he’s so beautiful (；⌣̀_⌣́) As I said, Nathan has a kinda low self-esteem, and that of course includes him being discontent with his looks. It’s not a major issue for him though, he’s okay, he just thinks he COULD look better, but honestly, I don’t think he cares too much. 

8. What would your apprentice want as a birthday gift?

Books!! Nathan’s a big fat nerd, give him any kinda old magic tome and he’s happier than the morning sun. Give him an old magic tome about familiar/fauna magic and he’s like a kid who just smashed his piñata all by himself on his birthday party. He likes stuff he can use/learn from, but he’d be really touched, no matter what you’d get him. ♡( ◡‿◡ )

13. Your apprentice sees someone who is very obviously wealthy accidentally drop a small pouch of coins. What do they do?

Depends on the very obviously wealthy person and how the pouch is dropped. If it’s someone he doesn’t know, he’d get the pouch and give it back to them. If it’s someone he despises, he’d take the pouch and put its’ contents to good use, buying food for beggars or giving away the money to someone in need. If it’s someone he knows and likes, he’d probably mess around with them for a while before giving back the pouch & demanding a drink in the Raven in return for his heroic act ヽ(~_~(・_・ )ゝ

15. How does your apprentice feel about sharing a bed with Asra in the shop?

Honestly, he doesn’t mind at all. Asra is his comfort zone, Asra is his safe haven. He trusts him completely and has a very deep, very complex affection for him, and at this point, sharing a bed with Asra just comes natural to him. It’s like an unwritten rule, like the sky is blue and the grass is green, sleep is always the best if he can hear Asra’s breathing beside him. Not to mention that having only one bed is actually quite practical for these hoarders - less furniture, more space for completely unnecessary shit! (*＾ω＾)人(＾ω＾*)

That’s it for round 1! My askbox is always open, feel free to send me numbers from the list above, or just simply ask me anything you’re curious about my boi Nathan! (*¯ ³¯*)♡

#hello frans #nathan is here to say hi to y'all #my boi needs friends pls love him #the arcana #fan apprentice #nathan #asra #julian #julian devorak #nadia

[hoffstrap-yuri]

Motherhood

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: Maureen and Petra were adjusting to life as new mothers, but Petra can't help feel like she's not a piece of the puzzle

*Rating: +18 for Mature Explicit content

*Content/Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Family Fluff, Sex, Oral Sex, Breastfeeding

*Status: Sequel/Complete (First Fic Here)

Author's Notes: Surprising no one, I was overcome with gay feelings for Maureen yet again and needed to bust out a fic for them. Now with their kids! I hope you enjoy this also hastily crafted sequel as much as I liked writing the little family. Who knows, there could be a third in the series u.u

Also yay for obligatory Lindsey cameo, because we love Lindsey in this household!

It's just a shame that the twins don't have a second aunt u.u

Petra woke up with a groan, aimlessly swatting at the baby monitor on the other bedside table.

“Hon. One of the girls is up.”

“Can’t you get her?”

“Fine, fine.” Strahm pulled herself out of bed and shuffled to the room next door. She took hold of the twin that cried for her mother and gave her the once over. “What’s wrong…? You can’t answer that, but” she sighed. A dirty diaper. She could fix that, thank god. She put the girl down on the changing table and grabbed everything she knew she’d need. Alyssa. This one was Alyssa. She gave Alyssa her favorite ring and smiled at her as she cleaned her up, hugging her tightly once more once they were done. She kissed her head and placed her back in her crib, as she crossed the threshold of the room she smelt something from Jessica. “You just had to let me get halfway back to your mother’s room.” The baby, seemingly aware of Strahm’s mild frustration, giggled as the woman strode across the room and picked her up. Definitely more hefty than her sister, Petra cleaned her up and got her settled back down. She looked over her shoulder at the digital clock facing the girls, only took her about 20 minutes to get them back down. With a soft sigh she dragged herself back into bed and shoved her face into the back of her partner. Her arms wrapped around the space heater of a woman and leeched the body heat from the bigger woman. She waited for a toss, a shift, some kind of indication that Maureen was still up to no avail. Her breath brushed along the back of Maureen’s neck before whispering a soft, “I love you” to the hibernating bear. “I love you so damn much… It hurts.” Her hands slid across the once taut skin where Maureen’s twins had grown, now gave way to loose flesh. “… am I ever going to feel like a mother to the girls? Or is that just something reserved for you?”

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind like an etch-a-sketch before she would be able to fall asleep. Try as she might, the thoughts didn’t want to stop. She pulled herself away from Maureen and sat in the chair across the room. She walked downstairs and laid on the couch, covering herself up in more than three blankets to make up for the lack of Maureen’s warmth. It was this stupid piece of furniture where it all started. Where she promised that she’d stay by Maureen’s side, that she’d raise the baby as hers before Hoffman told her it’d be twins. “Stupid…”

“Petra?” A voice from behind the couch asked. Petra looked up in the direction of the voice, seeing the moonlight soaking Maureen’s visage. Literally radiant. She hated how beautiful she looked sometimes, when it came to her so effortlessly. Petra rolled over so she didn’t have to look at Maureen, “Petra. Tell me what’s wrong. Right now.”

“I’m not your girls, you can’t tell me what to do.”

“And if I asked nicely?” Maureen sighed

“Fine.” Strahm slid so that she was upright and made space for her girlfriend. When Maureen crashed down onto the couch, Petra wrapped herself around her. “I guess… I feel weird about taking care of the girls, because they’re not mine.”

“They’re yours.” Maureen’s lips reached out to make contact with Petra’s neck

“No I mean… You’re their mom, am I going too far if I kiss them on the cheek?” Petra tried to skirt away from her partner. Maureen’s arm was around her back before she could. Her chest shook as she said it.

“So you’ve been holding back on affection?”

“Yes… and it’s not like they can tell me what’s okay for me to do…”

“Petra, listen to me.” She took Strahm’s face into her hand and forced her to look into her eyes. “I may have carried them, got knocked up before I even knew you existed, but I’ll be damned if you keep acting like you’re not their mother.” She kissed the crown of her head and ran her thumb over Petra’s cheeks. “You are. You’re their mother.”

“I wish… I could believe you when you say that.” Strahm pulled away from Maureen’s touch, moving as far as she could on the furniture. Maureen sighed and stood.

“Let’s talk about this more in the morning.” She said, “I love you. Even if you don’t love me right now.”

“Maureen.” Petra sighed as her partner walked slowly up the stairs. She was out of earshot but Strahm whispered after Maureen, “I love you…” She pulled a pillow over her face and silently screamed into it. She threw the pillow across the room before getting up and grabbing it; she would need it if she wanted to get back to sleep tonight. “I love you, Maureen.”

---

Strahm woke up as light trickled into the living room. It couldn’t have been later than seven. She hauled herself up from the couch and rummaged through the kitchen. Hearing the commotion in her kitchen, Maureen appeared downstairs like a spirit summoned. She wrapped her arms around Petra’s front and buried her head into the back of Strahm’s neck. Strahm’s hand gravitated for the thick locks of hair that fell onto her shoulder, affectionately running her fingers through her girlfriend’s hair.

“I’ll make breakfast.” Maureen said in a low voice

“No I’ll get it.”

“You can’t cook for shit, love. Get away from my appliances.” She growled, snaking a hand up Petra’s shirt. “I’ll give you more if you fucking sit down.”

“Fine I was just trying to be nice.” She squirmed away and sat at the table. Hoffman started making a cup of coffee for Strahm in her fancy espresso machine. She placed it in front of Petra and after she took a sip from the cup, she kissed her. Hoffman licked the trace of foam off her girlfriend’s lip to get a taste of caffeine. Petra used her finger to clean up the rest of the drink. Maureen leaned against the table and loosened the tie on her robe to give Petra a view of her favorite part of Maureen. “You’re being real generous this morning. Do you have some motive?”

“If I did?”

“I’d ask what it was.” Petra leaned into her and rested her hands on Maureen’s hips

“Can we talk about last night?” Maureen had set the trap and lured Petra in. Now Petra was snared.

“Yeah. We can talk about it.” Petra replied with a sigh. She ran a hand through her hair and looked into Maureen’s eyes. Her eyes were watery, threatening to spill if Petra wasn’t careful with her words. Of course, Petra was about as gentle with her words as a bull in a china shop. She had a tendency to get her foot in her mouth more often than it was on the ground.

“Why do you feel like you’re not the girls’ mother?” Maureen asked, point blank. There was no stepping around the issue.

“I guess…” Strahm started with a deep sigh, trying to collect her words. Thoughts were racing around her head; threatening to spill when there was only one train of thought that she actually meant to elaborate on. “This is going to be long” she said in a sort of apology.

“I have time. It’s Sunday. Like I was really going to plan on going to mass.” Maureen tried to cut the tension. At the very least it made Strahm’s lips curl into a half-hearted grin. She wanted so badly to kiss Maureen, but she didn’t feel worthy while they had this talk. God knows she should’ve cherished their kiss before bed last night given that that might be the last kiss she ever received from Hoffman.

“Growing up I knew something was wrong with me…” Strahm winced, thinking about the way she was as a kid. Constant wraps on her knuckles from the nuns, and school sanctioned bullying for looking like a fag when she was old enough to decide she hated her hair long. “I didn’t know I was into women but something never felt right when I’d kiss a guy… and when I did figure that out I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t meant to have kids. I thought and I thought about how I never really wanted kids really… I mean what woman would want kids with another woman, right? We’d look ridiculous…” Her fists were curled up in the fabric of her sleepwear as she tried to avoid looking at Maureen. “So this entire time I’ve been holding off from wanting something I shouldn’t have. Something I can’t have. At least in my mind. Why get my hopes up when I’m used to a life of disappointment?”

There was silence between the two of them, Petra knew she fucked up when her chest started to heave and hot tears ran down her face. She turned away from Maureen and started to walk towards the bathroom, the front door, anywhere so Maureen didn’t have to look at her pathetic self. Maureen’s hand reached out and closed the distance between the two of them, taking her girlfriend into her arms. Petra froze

“Honey… love.” With one hand on the small of Petra’s back the other found its way through the strands of Petra’s hair. She gasped for air as the cries turned into sobs and her fists curled up around the silk of Maureen’s pajamas. Maureen let go of her for just a second to walk the length of the kitchen and grab tissues for her before Petra clung to her a magnet once more. She kept whispering her pet names for Strahm into Strahm’s ear until Petra was no longer crying. Her breathes were still ragged, but she’d managed to stop crying and looked into Maureen’s eyes for salvation.

“I love you,” She mumbled, barely louder than a whisper, “I love you so much and it hurts to think of my life without you or the girls now… but I just couldn’t let myself love them. What if you got tired of me and told me to leave?”

“I know.” Maureen’s thumbs carefully wiped away the last remnants of tears on Petra’s red cheeks, “I want to spend forever with you, but I understand why you’d think that.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.” Maureen looked at her with a serious expression. Her lips press ever so softly onto Petra’s with the mercy of an angel that Petra knew she didn’t deserve.

“I love you.” Petra repeated

“I love you too.” Maureen echoed back to her. Her hand rubbed a giant circle along Strahm’s back before asking, “You want some breakfast now?”

“Please.” Strahm used the edge of her sleeve to finish cleaning up her face. She took a seat at the table and crossed her legs, reaching for the paper on the table while she waited. While Maureen was in her own world throwing ingredients into the pan, Strahm decided she needed to check on the girls out of her own volition. She went up the stairs, probably creaking loudly into the kitchen. One… Jessica. Jessica had drool on her mouth that Strahm grabbed a wipe to clean off before holding onto her. After hesitantly waiting she kissed her cheek. It felt right. It didn’t feel like it was misplaced, or that she had overstepped and was to be smite by God. Jessica looked so happy in her second mother’s arms. It was going to take her time to learn how to be a better parent to her girls, but for once since the family left the hospital it felt like Strahm was in control of her own life. She whispered quietly, “I love you, Jessica.” before putting her back in her crib and taking Alyssa into her arms, showing a similar level of motherly affection to her other daughter. When she put Alyssa back down, she repeated the words “I love you, Alyssa”. She traced over the outline of the crib’s, admiring Maureen’s handiwork for a moment before walking back downstairs. Maureen was already going to town on her plate when she came back.

“Food’s getting cold.” Maureen hummed, food filling her mouth. “You okay, honey?”

“Yeah… just thought I’d go check on the girls.”

“Were they crying?” Maureen shifted in her seat, “Did they need to be fed?”

“No, they’re okay for now. Sleeping soundly, though Jessica had some spit up on her cheek.” Strahm took the first bite of eggs before eating at a similar pace as her partner. When Maureen finished her food she pressed her lips onto the crown of Strahm’s head and said,

“You’ll be such a good mother to the girls.” She assured her

“Thanks.” Petra’s hand rested against Maureen’s cheek. Maureen nuzzled against it before kissing the skin above Petra’s pulse, “You want me to do the dishes?”

“I’d prefer if you brought the girls down.”

“Okay.” Petra went back upstairs and carried Alyssa down, then went back up to grab Jessica, lest she drop one of the twins on the way down.

“Oh, there’s my girls.” Maureen lit up when she saw her daughters on the living room floor, scooping them up into her arms and covering them in kisses.

“I thought you said you were gonna do dishes.” Strahm smirked

“Dishes are soaking, and almost done.” Hoffman countered

“Uh huh.”

“Promise. You wouldn’t tear me away from my babies now, would you?” She puffed up her lips and put on the most fragile looking doe eyes. Strahm rolled her eyes, but ultimately yielded to her partner. Petra sat back on the couch while Maureen did what looked like baby aerobics to her daughters, at least to Petra. She eventually slid down off the furniture and sat on the floor with her family as the girls got bored with the lion Maureen was trying to force them to play with. Petra inched towards Maureen as she laid on the floor and kissed her.

“Mhm, what’s that for?” Maureen wrapped a hand around Strahm’s shoulder as she returned the kiss

“Your little lion voice was cute.” Strahm smiled down at her partner

“Thank you, I tried.” She replied in the lion voice

“But not that cute.” Strahm’s face turned serious before cracking once more. After making sure her back was clear, Petra sat back down next to Maureen and started shaping Maureen’s hair as it cascaded out onto the carpet floor.

“You’re so pretty.” Maureen blurted out. She said it as if it was as natural as breathing to her

“You’re prettier.”

“This isn’t a contest, love. You can be gorgeous, and I can be beautiful.” Maureen leaned forward ever so slightly and looked into Strahm’s eyes with those ocean foam blue eyes

“Yeah… but you’re absolutely breathtaking.”

“And you make the stars envious of how brightly you shine.” Maureen buttered her up with flowery language. Petra made a run for Jessica as the girl crawled towards the door faster than either mother could herd her back towards her sister.

“Got you.” She told the infant, who giggled at her mother. “You look just like your mom with that devious smile of yours.”

“I don’t know, seems like she’s got your personality though.” Maureen teased her, taking Jessica from Petra’s arms and holding her against her chest. “Seems like someone’s getting fussy.”

“Then feed her” Strahm shrugged

“I will, I will.” Hoffman lifted her shirt up. Jessica latched on to the teat and Hoffman held her. Strahm ended up staring at Hoffman’s chest while she fed their daughter, and Hoffman knew her girlfriend was looking. She smirked and cleaned the two of them up before taking the twins back upstairs for their afternoon nap. When she came back down she had a certain satisfied look on her face as she pulled Petra from across the floor back onto her knees before Maureen’s spot on the couch.

“Oh honey. Whatever am I going to do with you?”

“What do you want?” Petra asked, pressing her lips onto Maureen’s knees as she waited for an answer.

“You know our first night together? Something like that… with you absolutely salivating at the sight of my pregnant body.”

“Have I not been a loyal devotee to you as you are now?” Petra’s eyebrow perked up. Her hands slowly inched up underneath Maureen’s shirt, resting on her hips before lifting the fabric up. Her mouth was on the stretchmarks of Maureen’s stomach before the other woman could say another word.

“Just like that, my love.” Hoffman’s hand threaded through Strahm’s hair. She split her legs open and Strahm hopped onto her lap. Her lips met with Maureen’s collarbone and wrapped her arms loosely around Maureen’s neck.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Strahm’s hips bucked up into the fat that spilled into Maureen’s lap

“You spoil me.” Maureen purred

“Can I do something selfish?” Strahm asked her

“Sure.” Maureen laughed, not knowing what it could entail. Strahm took her shirt off over her head and tossed it to the side, running her thumb over Maureen’s nipple. She cupped Maureen’s breast with one hand before putting her lips around the bud. She started sucking slowly. “Hon… honey…”

“Yeah?” Petra asked, her mouth still perched around her nipple.

“Yeah. Do that.” Maureen’s mind was quietly short circuiting as Strahm smirked. She continued to suck on her nipple before managing to draw some of the milk from her teat. She drank from her partner even though it was useless for her. Maureen’s nails dug deeper into the skin of Petra’s hips as her girlfriend drunk her dry. Her hand that cupped Maureen’s boob massaged the fat before trailing that same hand over her stomach. She pulled off and cleaned the side of her mouth with the tip of her finger before moving her mouth further south. Her tongue dipped into Maureen’s belly button before leaving a love bite on skin just above the spot.

“Be honest with me dear…” Maureen hummed, “Was I pretty when I was pregnant?”

“I could care less. I can’t get a-fucking-enough of you.” Strahm growled. Maureen threw her head back against the couch and clamped down on Petra’s hips. Petra tore her hands up before getting back onto the floor. She pulled Maureen’s pants down to her ankles and pressed her lips along the hem of her underwear. They were sloppy and wet, tongue applying pressure to the waistband. When she knew Maureen was good and teased, she slid the panties in a similar fashion to the floor. Petra’s tongue licked at Maureen’s clit until her partner’s legs folded and her back arched. Her hands pulled on Petra’s hair as she tried to keep herself quiet so the babies wouldn’t wake up from her screams. Petra stopped teasing her and let her finally cum. Maureen’s back slumped and Strahm’s thumb flicked over the skin of Maureen’s womb.

“I love you…” Maureen whimpered after Strahm’s head was back up from in between her legs. Strahm pressed her lips once more onto Hoffman’s stomach before replying.

“I love you too.” She shut her eyes and whispered something silently against Hoffman’s body. Hoffman didn’t ask. She didn’t want to take away from how mesmerized Petra acted over her.

“Come here.” Maureen said in a demanding voice, tugging her girlfriend up. Petra gladly let Hoffman pose her to her comfort until she was lying on her back and Maureen was on top of her. It was almost suffocating, but the pressure felt so good on her. Maureen’s hands rested on Petra’s chest before she slowly started kneading her boobs.

“What are you doing?” Petra looked at her

“You’ve ever had a cat?”

“Back when I was in college.” Petra continued to look at her like she was crazy

“When they’re happy, they knead.”

“Okay, so you’re happy. Why my chest and not my stomach?” Petra laughed

“No reason.”

“Mhm.” Petra’s hand rested on Hoffman’s back. “So it has nothing to do with you trying to also make me lactate?”

“No comment.” Maureen replied, continuing her massage. Petra grabbed the blanket from behind her girlfriend and wrapped it around the two of them. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Petra replied, her fatigue suddenly crashing upon her like waves. Sensing the other woman’s tiredness, she pulls herself off her girlfriend. Petra whined and reached out for Maureen before asking, “Where are you going?”

“To take a shower. My hair is gross.” She fluffed up the oily ends, “That and everyone else is occupied for the time being.”

“Let me shower with you.” Petra protested

“No. Sleep.” She told Petra. Petra grumbled some more before rolling over and taking a nap

“That’s my girl.” Maureen ran her hand over Petra’s head. She slipped into the shower quickly and came back to Petra. She curled up next to her and listened to the house’s creaks to lull herself to sleep. She’s woken up by the sound of someone hitting her front door furiously. She slid off the couch and slinked over to the spot where she kept her gun. She loaded it and kept to the walls of the living room before peering out the door.

“Agent Perez.” She said while opening the door

“Maureen.” She nodded

“What are you doing here?” She asked nonchalantly, tucking her gun away

“Strahm said the two of you wanted to go on a date. So here I am. To babysit.” Lindsey waved her hands in front of her like she was about to perform a magic trick

“Oh. Come in then.” Maureen held the door open for Lindsey and rustled Petra, “Hon. Wake up.”

“Mhm.” Petra groaned

“I know a way to wake her up.” Lindsey shrugged

“Hopefully it’s not cold water. This couch was expensive.”

“No.” Lindsey laughed before getting in her work partner’s face and shouting, “I’ll tell you what I want.”

Petra jolted up from the couch and replied with the next line in the song, “What I really really want.”

“You’re welcome,” Lindsey bowed. Petra looked at her with irritation before softening at the sight of Maureen.

“Hey.” She reached out for Hoffman

“Lindsey’s here to babysit for us.”

“Oh shit, that’s today?” Petra reached around the couch to find her planner

“Yeah. Go get your dress on and take Maureen out.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since we’ve started dating.” Maureen purred. Petra’s face flushed and she quickly walked upstairs while Maureen explained everything there was to know about the twins. Strahm let out a sigh of relief as she came back down, knowing the girls were in Lindsey’s capable hands. “You’re gorgeous” Maureen commented, wrapping an arm around her before pecking her cheek. “I’d better go get ready.”

“Yeah.” Strahm’s hand trailed after Maureen as Maureen let go and went upstairs herself.

“You feeling better?” Lindsey asked Strahm. Petra looked up at her as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress while sitting

“About what?”

“About being a mom now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. That’s good for you.” Lindsey smiled. Maureen came back down with a girl in each arm, carefully handing her twins off to Lindsey as she avoided getting spit up on her outfit. “Oh my god, they’re so cute. They have the chubbiest cheeks I’ve ever seen!”

“I’m sure they’ll behave well for their Aunt Lindsey.” Maureen fawned over her girls one more time before taking Petra’s hand and pulling her towards the door. Petra broke her grasp and ran back to give the girls forehead kisses before walking back to her partner

“We’ll see you… later?”

“See you later. Say bye mom, bye mama.”

“They’re not really in that developmental phase yet…” Strahm started to explain

“Bye!” Maureen pulled her out the door before she could continue babbling on. She practically threw Petra into the car and ran her hand over the gear shift, “So. Where am I taking you?”

“Anywhere’s fine with me.” Petra ran her hand over Maureen’s before bringing it up to her lips, staring into her partner’s eyes. Maureen put the car in reverse and gunned it out of the driveway before Lindsey had time to change her mind.

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Scriptember Day Eight - skating

Prompt – Skating Character – Stan/Jimmy/Damien Word Count – 506

Notes – I love this pairing so much you guys have no idea. I genuinely would die to see more content for this pairing u.u

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  “Okay. So you just, uh, have to pick your legs up extra high when you walk with those on.” Stan takes a few steps to demonstrate. He’s actually fairly good at skating. Doing tricks might be far out of Stan’s comfort range, but he can hike over to the edge of the frozen pond without any problems and usually makes it through the whole skating session without falling on his face.   After the first step, though, Damien looks like he’s already thinking about burning the skates right off of his feet. “I can’t walk like this.”   “T-t-try again,” insists Jimmy, from his seat next to the pond. He’s all curled up on top of the blanket that they brought, crutches on the ground and crooked fingers curled around the thermos that he brought. “It’s f-f-fun if you guh-get out th-there.”   “You aren’t doing it.” Damien scowls, but it’s mostly hidden between the thick black scarf that’s pulled up over his face and the knit cap pulled down near his eyes.   Jimmy gives him an easy grin. “My cr-cr-crutches duh-don’t work well on the ice.” He tips the thermos in Damien’s direction. “Can’t use m-me as an excuse.”

  They do, eventually, get Damien out onto the ice.   Even with the anti-christ clinging to Stan’s arm, Damien still looks like a newborn fawn that’s trying to figure out how to walk for the first time. His skates keep slipping out from under him, gloved fingers holding onto Stan like it’s the last life-line he has.   “There you go,” says Stan, even though Damien hasn’t really gotten any better. He hasn’t taught anyone how to skate since Ike was trying to learn, but this is less about teaching and more about supporting, which Stan can do just fine. “You’re getting it.”   Damien just clutches at Stan’s arm harder in response.

  When Damien is finally released from the ice, he makes short work of storming over to the blanket and snatching the thermos out of Jimmy’s hands. His cheeks are red. “I’m finishing this.”   “Sh-share it with S-st-stan.” Jimmy is grinning, but the look falters a little when Stan shoves his hand into Jimmy’s face.   His own cheeks feel hot. Stan says, “come on, it’s your turn.”   “N-n-nuh-nice of you to offer b-but –“   “I’ll, uh, you know. Hold onto you,” interrupts Stan. He wiggles his fingers at Jimmy. “It’ll be fun.”   Jimmy pauses for a moment – but it’s short, brief – then he’s grinning and slapping his palm against Stan’s. “K-kuh-kay! Let’s g-g-go!”

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