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celestialking · 2 years

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Wishful thinking

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Warnings: afab, lamb hybrid!reader, heat, breeding, size, mentions of worship/devotion, bits of posessive behavior, implied dumbification,

A/n: its only been like a week since ive written something and i swear im rusty- TBH no idea how georgeHD would act so lmao

Devoting yourself to a god could be fun at times. Contrary to what most think it was a mutual friendship at least for the most part. What you should have realized beforehand is that Dream XD is a petty god.

"Cmon XD," you whined. You didn't realize you couldn't fraternize with another god. "I already said I was sorry, now come help me," instead of being angry and punishing you he decided to just ignore you.

You thought maybe you could wait out his stupid temper tantrum. XD would get over it in a few days and come crawling back to you. Except he didn't, and now you were left whining in your sheets as that time had begun. Your heat had you trembling and praying for the god to come help as he usually did. At first, he only helped out of curiosity. After then he fell victim to a common human theme; addiction. Addicted to the way you clenched around him and cried only his name throughout the night.

You tossed the pillow you had been rocking your hips against frustratedly to the floor. Two could play at this petty game. In your mess of irritation and burning need, you had noticed the other figure in the room with you.

"Poor little lamb," you turned, seeing George HD by the foot of your bed. The exact god for why XD was ignoring you. He was dressed in his usual cool blue outfit looking down at you smirking. He could tell by the quiver of your tail and the intoxicatingly sweet smell in the room that you needed him badly.

"He won't answer your prayers, love but I will, and aren't I far more fun to worship?" He cooed shifting closer.

It was always a thrill to mess with the other God's little followers. "Need-" you licked over your bottom lip. It was hot, the room had become progressively stuffy, almost suffocating. Tears were welling up in your eyes as you struggled to voice your needs. You just needed his hands on you. As if hearing your thoughts he shifted closer, now standing next to you.

"P-please," you cried.

"What a poor pet, I can help you," his hands pushed you down against the sheets, him crawling up with you as well. "I know what you need," slowly he started pulling off your clothes; his hands were cold giving you temporary relief. "I can give you what you want," HD leaned down, the brush of his lips against your hot throat made you whine softly.

"Please my god,"

He giggled softly. "That's right little lamb, I am your God tonight," you gripped at him desperately.

Your heat had filled your head with cotton fluff. The only thing on your mind was satisfying your need; the need to be bred. His fingers gripped your pants. With the help of you lifting your hip slightly he slipped them off and threw them to the ground.

"How could XD leave such a sweet thing by themselves," HD mumbled softly.

He had shifted your underwear to the side, his thumb making contact with your puffy clit. "Rocking against that pillow for so long yet no satisfaction," HD sighed softly. You jolted at his cool touch while also pressing deeper against it. HD rolled his thumb a few times, slipping his index finger into your hole. "Absolutely dripping, pet," he breathed out. The way he spoke to you was much different than XD, he was softer yet more humiliating in a way.

As you rocked down against his singular finger desperately you looked up. The god was staring at your face, drinking in every expression you made. A second finger slipped in easily, slowly curling into you. You moaned softly, embarrassed by his sudden attention to your face. You attempted to cover your eyes with your arm but your plans were quickly squashed. HD caught your arm pushing it back down against the bed. "Let me see your face, sweets, or I'll leave you here to beg for your other god,"

You obeyed, keeping your arms down, instead gripping at his wrist begging for more. HD liked to take his time, it was amusing to him how desperately your walls sucked his fingers back in. For once the god was becoming a bit impatient, now wanting to feel how you clenched around him. Your hand moved to his arm. To your disappointment, you realized he was still clothed. You didn't have time to voice your opinion as he made them melt away. "Such a demanding thing aren't you,"

A third finger then pressed into you making you choke on a soft moan. "Please- just- m' ready. Please fuck me," you begged pushing your hips down against his fingers. There was a sly grin on HD's lips. A playful one at that.

"Patience," was all he hummed.

Gently his finger thrusted and curled, a steady pleasure heated your stomach building up slowly. You were adorable beneath him, maybe it was your lamb hybrid features but he wanted to devour you. HD could see the desperation building in your eyes, your soft breaths now turning into heavy pants. You'd get to cum, just not yet. Just as your walls gripped around his fingers ready to release the built-up pleasure he retracted them. A whimper of disappointment left your lips. You were so close, why would he take it away from you like that?

"You'll get what you please," he spoke before slowly bringing his slick covered fingers to his mouth. His tongue wrapped around them, cleaning them from your mess. This display had something twisting in your stomach. "Sweet. I'll have to get a taste another time," he used the slick between your thighs to cover his cock, giving it a few strokes.

The push of his cock opening you up was heavenly. Your head was tilted back against the pillows, mouth dropped in a silent gasp. Perhaps three fingers hadn't been enough, there was certainly a stretch, It seemed never-ending. The tip of his cock brushed against spots you could never dream of. Finally, he stopped moving, his cock sitting prettily inside you. You were so full, if this is how he felt sitting still you couldn't wait for him to move.

HD giggled softly making you look at him dizzily. "You're so tiny pet, I can't even fit," sure enough the god was not all the way in. He muttered something else but you couldn't hear him. What did you expect from a god? They rivaled a mortal in everything; strength, speed, size.

HD rocked into you gently as if trying to convince your velvety walls to suck in the rest of him. He wasn't bothered however, once again he was focused on you. Your cheeks felt hot under his stare. HD likes pretty things.

As soon as you were comfortable enough HD's hips began moving. It wasn't long before you were begging, harder, faster. Every sinful word from your lips spurred him on in a frenzy. The God was half surprised when he began to lose himself. He too had his mind wrapped in lust, an insatiable drive to continue pounding into you. It was like you made for him, your walls squeezing down so heavenly around him. Your sweet honey cries fill the room. HD could distantly feel your nails scratching into his back before falling onto the sheets. Your fists grasped the cotton looking for an anchor.

His hands spread your thighs wider, HD leaning down to your neck. Soft kisses pressed against your skin, accompanied by soft bites. He whispered something you couldn't understand. The language of a god perhaps. He seemed to switch back and forth between his language and your own. Filthy words of encouragement and desire spilled from his lips. His tongue flicked over the newest nip. HD enjoyed the way you shivered at his actions.

Please leave a mark you wanted to beg, but nothing could leave your lips.

The pace at which he fucked you was brutal, destroying your insides. It was like a little switch in your brain had been flicked. "So obedient for me, I see why XD enjoys you so much," George HD grunted softly. The pleasure was almost suffocating, you could barely string two thoughts into something meaningful. All of your senses had become overwhelmed with the god in front of you. He knew it too. The dazed look in your eyes as every hot burning thrust sent you deeper and deeper into a spiral of pleasure. Maybe you did have just one thought swirling around in there. Breed.

HD's movement of hands to your hips grounded you. The tight grip of his fingers dug into your sides as the slick noises of his cock pressing deeper and deeper filled the air. "I'm going to cum soon pet," HD warned.

"In, please," the sly grin was back.

"You're sure-"

"fill me," he tugged at your hips pulling them slightly off the bed.

"I'll fill you pet, I'll make sure to breed you nice and prettily. You won't have to worry about being empty for much longer, won't that be nice?" His filthy words edged you closer and closer to creaming over his cock.

"I could stay here your whole heat. Make sure your pretty little cunt is stuffed nice and full. A shame XD didn't answer you. But what a lovely treat I got today," you gripped onto him tighter as your thighs trembled around him, barely able to keep them around his waist.

"A pretty little lamb to beg for me. Go on pet, cum for me," he spoke lowly. Your body did his bidding, the pleasure that was pooling in your stomach finally snapping as you released on his cock.

"Good girl," HD moaned softly, feeling you clamp down around him. A few more powerful thrusts before he stilled. A heat blazed through your core as he pumped you full of his cum.

There was a short break of no movement, nothing but the sounds of your heavy pants could be heard in the room. You were far from done, however. A sense of needing to be bred still had your senses in a headlock. While a bit of possessiveness flared in HD. You wouldn't dare go back to even thinking about XD by the time he was done with you.

HD slowly pulled out of you and helped you to your knees. Weakness made your arms tremble. That was okay, however. All you had to do was moan into your pillows as the God behind you bred you to your little hybrid senses delight. He took pride in the way you looked back at him teary-eyed, begging more for his claim over you. Good thing a God's stamina was infinite.

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onlyjaeyun · 2 months

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i see the bra strap idea has made it into the chappy 👀 hoon silently freaking out in the inside forsho, jake checking on yn while silently cursing hoon in his brain, AND IT WAS JAKE! I KNEW IT! jake definitely gave hoon a nice bonk on the head later :3 also I saw hoon go very silent when they talked about staying over

hoon in his lil brain : i finally get to fuck in peace 🙄 good pussy in peace

jake being on guard duty so no one gets between hoon and yn <3 he's just happy for his friends to be fucking people he approves of

I HATE THAT FUCKING MOM- THE AMOUNT OF RAGE I FEEL?!? LIKE WHY DOES SHE HATE YN THAT MUCH?!? YNS A SWEETHEART TO NIKI AND SHE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE BEEN SWEET TO YUKI AND KENTA TOO IF THIS BITCH HADNT INTERFERED! NIKI IS DEFINITELY SNITCHING TO HOON AND HOONS GONNA GO BAT SHIT CRAZY AGAIN (pun intended) won't be surprised if hoon takes a quick solo trip to Japan during the girls trip and who knows, a certain sperm donor might be found in a ditch with multiple broken limbs with no witnesses and he doesn't remember shit about who did what to him 🤭❤️ guessing the falling out is gonna happen before or during the girls trip or them realising that there was a miscommunication so hoon is absolutely all emotional and feeling nothing but pure rage and AHHH I LOVE <3

kinda miss fuma being around to fuel hoon's jealousy 💔 he's such a fine man, I need him to rearrange my guts 😫

also hiii zadie!! im visiting home and I've just been super duper busyy 💔 the sun here is so nicee but it's so hot I feel like I'm gonna evaporate if I go out in the sun- but I've been eating good food and studying for my exams so hehe how's you been pretty girl? - 💫

HELLO BABY!!!!🩷🩷🩷 im so so glad youre enjoying your time at home, i hope youre also resting!!!🤥 thank you so much for your amazing hcs and suggestions and ideas i was so, so excited to use this one i lit thought about it ever since you sent it to me 😭

ive been doing well, just spending time with family and friends and work ofc!!!!

unfortunately hoonyn will actually......notgetofuckinpeace 🤕 since they will go no contact after the next chapter 😀😀

i love how you guys are so mad at the stepmom and i know its gonna get worse in the following chaps so im just ready atp 😝

also, bc ive noticed a lot of you guys have said similar things (regarding the nishimuras) they actually live in seoul too so hoonie wouldnt even have to gosll the way to japan to yk..be ch!hoon 😝😝😝

to give you guys a little overview of the upcoming written chap: the realisation of the miscommunication and second fallout will all happen in that chapter if that makes sense...the reason will be revealed to everyone and thats when hoonyn will have their "fuck." moments bc theyre gonna realise their lives were basically based on a huge game of intentional miscommunication 🫣

that's all im gonna say!!!

#; mailbox 📬#; cold hearts

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moonchildstyles · 2 years

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thinking again....

pretty girl and h going to a halloween party with their friends and i don't really know what they'd dress up as, but they'd be so hot whatever it was and she'd get a little more drunk than him (he knew he was going to have to take care of her after the party because she just wants to have fun but ofc he won't drink as much he LOVES her) and it's such a safe atmosphere with everyone they know and so she feels okay to let loose a little and she's pulling him to dance with every song she hears that she likes, and only sitting in his lap no where else bc she will be >:( his pouty girl if she has to sit beside him and the later it gets the more clingy she is, holding his face and kissing him all over and they get tucked into a little corner of the house on a sofa while everyone is still partying and he's just entertaining her bc she's all giggly and her makeup is smudged from all the dancing they did and she's just drunkenly babbling to him about anything and everything and he never takes his eyes off of her, even denying grabbing another drink with one of his friends because she's got his hand wrapped up in hers, playing with his rings and trying them on and why would he leave her to get a drink ? she's literally his everything and he is more than happy to have her in his lap for three hours straight if that's what she wants, and after he gets her some food from the kitchen since it's been a while since she ate, maybe it's just a cute little halloween cupcake Tawny made, she's getting sleepy just yawning and curling into him and mumbling tiny cheers whenever she hears a song she really likes and he knows its about time to take her home before she actually falls asleep and the entire ride home she's just sleepily rambling about how much fun she had and "did you have fun honey?" and h is just melting bc honey ): and ofc he did and she makes him play cheesy halloween songs in the car and when they get home and he sits her on his bed to grab some makeup wipes and when he gets back (literally gone for 10 seconds) she's fast asleep in her little costume and he's ): bc she literally partied until she couldn't keep her eyes open and she'll have a hangover tomorrow but she'll still be his smiley girl bc of how much fun she had and GOD I JUST WANT HIM SO BAD - 🍓

stop I LOVE the idea of them at halloween but youre so right I have no idea what they would dress up as either:((((( like I could maybe see her being like a fairy or something but idk what he would dress up as to go w it:( idkidkidk but they look cute!!!!! and her being a mushy drunk:( ive only written her being a sad drunk in the main piece so I would love to do something soft and like actually give her a good night out sufshgfuhs but her getting so excited over certain songs and getting him to dance w her and twirl her around and :(((((( ON THE CAR RIDE HOME "did you have fun honey?" FHISFHSUFHSI BC:((((( EVEN THO SHES OUT OF IT AND SHE REMEMBERS THE NIGHT AS SO MUCH FUN SHE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE HAD FUN TOO BC SHE WOULD BE SAD IF HE DIDN'T :(((( BUT OFC HE HAD FUN HE GOT TO SPEND THE WHOLE NIGHT W HER AND IM :((((( IN CONSOLABLE:((((((( but omg if he came back to his room seeing her all passed out he would def def def still follow through and get her makeup off her face and putting something on her lips so they aren't dry in the morning and getting her out of her costume as gently as he could before putting her in a big shirt of his and a pair of shorts :((( and ofc shes a little grumpy in the morning not getting up when he does like she usually does but when she does come down he can tell shes trying her best to stay in a good mood even though shes not really talkative and just wants to eat everything around her so it'll settle her tummy and when he pulls her not his lap is so sweet and "feeling alright pretty girl?" and she hums into his neck like yeah:( just sleepy and a little sick this morning:( but its so worth it I had so much fun last night h:) and hes :( so in love w her :(

#anon #ask #🍓 anon #prosecco inspo #concept

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aspoopalypse · 10 months

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i got tagged by @marxism-transgenderism to list 5 songs ive had on repeat lately :3 (and because no one can stop me im gonna say things about them too)

Panic Switch by Silversun Pickups

while i dont love Swoon, i think this song really embodies the concept of the album as a breakdown in musical form. it feels frenetic and the way the bass and drum play together as a heartbeat that insists itself upon you in between the bouts of panic and doubt conveyed in the vocals. also i wish i had brian auberts voice

Duvet by Bôa

i love how rich and bittersweet this song is, its warm like a familiarity that could have been. it feels enveloping yet tired, and while the emotion cuts deep its not overwhelming. that said i wish it were less associated with lain, not out of any failure of lain, but more just so that it could stand on its own and not be oh thats the lain op

Sirens and Satellites by SPC ECO

this is the fancam/amv/etc of all time. to me. also just a song thats very diagnostic of my taste in music, its subsuming in the best way and it leans a lot on the vocals as an instrument. also the very last seconds of it remind me of the floor transition noise in binding of isaac

Disarm by Smashing Pumpkins

as much as billy corgan sucks this song haunts me in just the way its supposed to. it puts me right back to when i used to be that little boy sitting in a car that’s too hot, with what i now know is a mild headache, going with my brother to his slp appointments and feeling almost the same as i do about the song now but with no thoughts as to why

Do the Evolution by Pearl Jam

its wild how this was written for/about y2k and people’s obsession with technology in a way that hasnt changed since. also rewatching the music video reminded me of a phrase of all time: ‘for the dilbert generation’. also the personification of death is transgender

im gonna @anightlikethis1985 @cobain @telekinetic @pakrat1237 @mithli if they wanna do this too :3

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tciddaemina · 1 year

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i noticed you recently got into mxtx and posted some moshang and. i Love your writing i want to chew on it like a dog with a beloved stuffed animal (ive been reading your stuff since vti (loved it, ty for writing it)), so im sooo glad you're enjoying those two. svsss is definitely my favourite of the 3 mxtx books bc the characters in it are so. idk. blorbo. chewable. absolute trainwrecks. (also wwx fits in there with his batshit[affectionate] brain) do you have a favourite of her books?

haha thank for the ask! i'm glad to hear you've been joying my work (and that you haven't cursed me to hell for never finishing vti...😅)

i've been into MXTX for a good year or two now at this point. i first read them as bootleg edited computer translations, so i've been involved with them for a hot second, i just haven't been writing a whole lot for them. to be honest, i like them all very much, but like, in different ways if that makes sense? stand alone i think i like TGCF the most, just because the sheer longing and steadfast loyalty just hits me.

but like, of course, SVSSS and MDZS are both really good as well. haha i tend to really enjoy MZDS when i want to read sad fic, and SVSSS if i want more crack or spicy stuff, just because there are so many fun pairings and possibilities in the trash fire that is SVSSS. it's sort of reflected in the fics i've written for them as well, i guess.

basically, they're all very good, and i know its a bit of a cop out answer but my favorite at any given time mostly depends on what sort of reading mood i'm in (or writing mood)

#my favorite character is definitely Zhuzhi-Lang tho #with Mobei-Jun coming in a close second #ask #note in a box #my writing #fanfic #MXTX #MZDS #SVSSS #TGCF

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minheeskitten · 5 months

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oh lol i've been writing smut since 2015, but ABO isn't something i've tried 🫣 everything i've written has been super tame 🥲 with heat/rut, the sense of desperation is important and so is the amount of passion...but the way i write smut is so...limp LOL...what's your advice, actually? what's the best way to convey that sense of hot-blooded passion, if i can't have you i'll die, that feeling?

oh and we've talked about the bear hybrid & the siren fic already too 😊💕 how's your progress looking on them?

it's been a hot minute, so i'll need to reread if i want to ask questions or give you thoughts about them! i did read your newest fic, but totally forgot to comment 🥲 i'll make sure to do that soon 😅 ~🩷

I genuinely can't give advice on how to write because I do it almost instinctively haha 😅

But i personally tens to find a concept i get myself feral over n then write it. Really the pnly advice i can give is:

Be into what you are writing!

I personally don't think i write all that well either, but im always trying to improve!

Another bit of advice, that doubles as how to continue writinf for me, is Read read n read!

I will read smut fics to help me figure it out n then i try to imitate a bit!

Honestly 'Because i love you anyway' was inspired by 'Anchor me in your light' by writtentofreedom! (One of my fav fics PLEASE go read it! This is not just bcs I'm also friends w that writer nope not at all :3)

Oh the progress is slow haha- I don't write every day, i write when i hit the right mood and if im not in it then what i write falls flat n dull so i don't usually force myself into writing-

Writers n procrastinating writing by doing everything but writing, am i right?

Oh don't worry about that at all! Actually i find people engaging with me directly as well as comments n kudos incredibly motivating!

One of my fics i feel kinda disappointed in is because i couldn't get kudos on the second chapter and no one commented on it- so while there are a 3rd n 4th chapter, it may never get uploaded because there wasn't interaction haha- its You have no choice but to think of me, btw

That fic has more written, and does actually have a plot but i had no one really wanting it and id explored a majority of it in my mind. But if you want to know more ab any fics of mine ive posted (including my newest post) i would love to talk about them!

#asks <3 #anons <3 #🩷 anon

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pikawarrior · 7 months

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Welp welcome back to my random rambles im just gonna talk bout alot of random stuff mainly my stories so here for go lets hope this is understandable

Story/maybe comic stuff

Turning of the orange | The Strawberry Patch - Old soon to be remade/written stop motion strawberry shortcake zombie movie me and my dad were making when i was in elementary schoolish. We unfortunately didnt make it that far since he had to leave often and for long times cuz work, but recently i found my old tablet with all the pics and my notes so rework time baby. Im about to use all my years of angst/horror writing to fuck these bitches up even more

The Butterfly Effect and It's Consequences | The Phoenix Effect -

The Butterfly Effect is my main rottmnt fanfic series. About my little rottmnt oc's (Ame) life and how the gang adopting them into the family changed everything mostly for the better but the bad things kinda got alot worse. Idk been focusing on the phoenix effect more

The Phoenix Effect is kinda an extension of that. Its basically the same thing but adds the cass apocalypse series into it. Basically how future Ame being there also changes things and how oopies mystics powers are hard to control after being half dead in stasis for about 12 years hope Ame does trys to leave to protect everyone from himself only to get kidnapped putting everyone in worse danger also oopies isnt that the super dangerous alien someone accidentally freed awhile ago

The Future Diary - So i watched The Hot Box's video on the anime future diary and well here we are

Another rottmnt oc thing. Ame obtains a diary from his future self being like "hey so the world is gonna end soon here's how i think you could possibly stop that. Pls dont do this all alone ur like 5" and ame decides to do it all by himself.

Got all eight chapters planned out already with two already at stage two (aka fully written out just needs to be edited and stuff). I just dont know how to use ao3 in this sense or how to tag stuff plus i got anxiety so its just sitting in my notes app

Video stuff cuz yes

Currently working on a few more special videos. On my channel ive technically reached 100 videos (i unlisted alot of old ones/never posted a bunch more so technically i reached that months ago but shhh let me have this) plus i got 135 subs now so celebrations are in order. Idk what to say bout this, am making a video using the ok ko ending song idk the name, one is a fake collab a friend made and another is an original meme a youtube mutual/friend by association made. Plus like so mant mini things for my ocs, Dimension and Watcher are gonna get so much development and cute couple moments.

Also everyone else is gonna go through so much trauma my gods its gonna amazing.

Also ive been trying to like voice things, audio quality sucks cuz im working off of my tablet but like ive voice a few of my own videos (only one posted) and like its so fun i wish i had proper stuff to do this so i can do it more

Other art stuff

I got a toyhou.se (its EnviousDeath), pls enjoy these characters and stuff

Im trying to make my art more mess and chaotic while staying clean? If that makes any sense. Still a lover of doing gacha stuff but am trying to branch out more.

Also btw how do people just idk do social stuff like trade characters, comment, and just aaaa idk what am doing i forgot how to do social stuff and also i never understood how to do this type without being awkward as hell

Character stuff

Watcher - *slaps religious trauma onto them* bitch gets sacrificed. Okay okay so Watcher, wasnt always Watcher. Before they used to be Ena a simple kid who was sent away for reasons i havent thought of yet to a church. Blah blah corruption, Watcher gets sacrificed for not falling in line blah blah they were saved and given a second chance.

Dimension - *slaps alot of anxiety and identity issues onto her* bitch got issues. Same as Watcher, Dimension wasnt always Dimension. Before she was Ellie a poor girl hated by her whole town because of the lies their mother spread about them and their father who had left years ago. She only had one friend, Watcher. Somehow they managed to make contact with each other despite being in different universes. Eventually Dimension snapped and went on a killing spree, slowly ripping apart her world in the process because this wasnt supposed to happen (think spiderverse canon events but different ill explain later) with her world crumbling around her, Dimension messages Ena one last time, not knowing Ena was already long gone, and accepts what they assume to be death only to fall into whats basically the anti void from utmv, gets corrupted and became a villain technically more of a multiversal criminal.

(For time and length reasons im cutting this segment short)

Multiverse stuff

OKAY TIME FOR WORLD BUILDING

How does what happened to Dimension's universe work? The way i explained it is like spiderverse canon events but different, but heres the details. Idk how to explain this but bare with me

Imagine each universe as a game in a folder on a computer. Each game has different code, story, art assets basically all are mostly different.

Most games are coded to have very specific story events and when something goes wrong everything breaks. Like take a spaghetti thing of code that shatters the moment you try to do something like trying to talk with an npc while having a status effect and thats how some of these worlds are like. And Dimension's was very much one of those worlds, and her breaking down like that shattered the code of their world and everything fell apart.

Im too tired to continue but my main multiverse is like one big computer own by a game creator who only sometimes knows how to make a stable game

Feel free to ask about any of what ive just ramblef about am always willing to ramble bout my stuff

#reaperspeaks

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stuckyeatscake · 10 months

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All of them for the ask game :]

i think this is the ask game this is refering to

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen? a picture of my atsumu and oikawa plushies

🍫 Cheese or chocolate? chocolate

✨ Do you have any nicknames? ye my names really long so i have several nicknames

🎵 Last song you listened to? i think it was no mercy by pvris

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction? ye, but its really bad

😏 Are you on discord? yes and no the app is on my laptop i just never open it

💛 Do you have any piercings? 3

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person? how they deal with stress

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? chocolate chip

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person? dog person i am allergic ot cat hair

🎧 Headphones or earbuds? headphones

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud? i dont remember

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know? insulin is easiest way to kill a person without being traced

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl? night owl babeeyyy

🧸 Favorite place to nap? my dads side of my parents bed

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community? ye

🦋 Describe yourself in three words. libra brunetter horror

👖 Jeans or sweatpants? jeans, i dont think iver ever worn sweatpants since i was allowed to dress mysedf

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order? nothing starbucks sucksass

🧡 A color you can’t stand? orange lol

💎 What’s your most prized possession? all the birthday/christmas cards ive received through the years

☕ Coffee or tea? tea

🦖 Favorite extinct animal? i really like the tazmanian devil or australian wild dog dont actually know its name, my grandma has a painting of them in her living room and next to the kangaroos its my favroite

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr? since i was 14 :/

🌴 Desert island item? tap water from home

🐸 Describe your aesthetic. whatever is less hot both weatherwise and lookswise

🔮 What’s your dream job? i dont dream of labor

💙 Relationship status? :')

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit. i have cargo pants with huge pockets and i love them more than anything

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? any song from pvris second album or pierce the veils second album or tonight alives third album

🤎 What color is your hair?brown

💌 Do you talk to yourself? i am the best listener i know bcs i dont remember anythign so i can go over the same topic more than 10 times and still be surprised

💄 Do you wear makeup? everyday

🌸 Best compliment you ever received? \probably when my favorite professor said he didnt doubt i wouljd do well

💞 @ your favorite blog. @genderfluidsasuke

#this was fun thanks

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istherewifiinhell · 1 year

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trying to find just a good combo of turtle clips to make myself cry cause ive got nothing else going on 2nite

[just words below im just thinking things. abt turtles.]

this technically in conversation with unfinished unposted larger thoughts but turtles reading but ack cest la vie. importance is the. getting those spicy brained readings and being confused when confronted with. lol. not those.

its like. mikey is always a fav cause hes been bringing a delightful, warm hearted gremlin energy to the ND coding since 87, at least.

raphie is always a fav cause. cause. [many scrunched up faces and tea kettle noises]. like okay hot head hot head blah blah blah. first thing hes stated to do in the very first issue in 1984? protecting someones flank. second (non kicking butt) thing is. likes being above ground so he can feel free. one of the 1st things in issue 2 is like. aw u know how he gets just wait till he wears himself out (sparing). name a character thats done more for understanding emotional expression not alway matching the root feeling.

donnie will be a fave cause like. lol. gov assigned turtle roll. and also mad science vibes. beating the stereotypes allegations by predating them and being written by ppl who wouldnt even know that was happening.

but leo. leo will be a fav cause if i dont other ppl willlll do it wrong. like hes not even one of my main guys why dont u understand him... its all love the trauma character love the miss communicators love the. forced family roll haver. until there actually gonna be a lil annoying abt it. lil controling? gonna say thing they think are ontologically true but are not in fact? huh. well anyway sometimes he will be written bad but thats not his fault. its fucking turtles man okay. sometimes it will stinky suck yucky disgusting. etc.

#some shit #turbles...#i failed on the just watch smth and cry thing. obviously. well i could still watch the 2012 final arc set in the apocolypse future. thatd #probably do it.#i keep tearing up at turtles. PRODUCTION. facts so really if i could jsut direct these to the proper fictional channels. well.#smth smth making art. u know. gets to me.#well anyway. length of each segment not corresponding to strength of feeling just. adjacency to topic at hand #(things that might make me cry)#anyway eyah lol no one fucking understandts the 2007 raph leo fight like i do thats the fucking point. really. huh. cut out the middle man #of seeing either of them have to get the snot kicked out of em in a movie. make em do it to each other.#have someone win an arguement and a duel and BE RIGHT. but immediately show. he didnt even want that. he regrets it. and the loser of the #duel now gets to see the arguement in a new horrible light. while also. not able to comfort cause well. just got their assed kicked. HMM.

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“i feel like i’ve been dragged into a conversation i didn’t want to be in” + demonsiphon & traci?? ilyyy 💜💜💜

*surprisebitch.gif* BET YA WERENT EXPECTIN SOME DEMONSIPHON OUTTA THE BLUE HUH TEE?

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“I mean, think about it.”

Ah, those dreaded words. Not the beginning of an argument, though Raven would rather the conversation to be heading that way.

No, those words, and more importantly that tone, meant something utterly inane was about to be proposed. And that nothing but over-the-top reactions would follow.

Raven tried to shift her book further up in her line of sight, more effectively blocking Traci pacing along the other side of the table and Lori watching her pacing as the siphon herself sat backwards in a desk chair.

“A vampire that’s been around for so long would have a lot of money,” Traci started, “And probably property and more than enough wealth accumulated to continue expanding it-”

“That doesn’t explain why Batman would-”

“I’m getting there,” Traci interrupted Lori before she could get the sentence in, “He’s all gadgets and tech, sure, but have you seen the stats and stories about how many times he must have been shot-?”

“No,” Raven said.

It wasn’t an answer, but a means to stop the urban magician, part-time detective from digging any deeper into her conspiracy.

“Well I have,” she smiled impishly, ignoring Raven’s tone completely, “No human person could survive that kinda shit. And even if he was human, let me tell you, he’s probably not gonna be doing this for much longer-”

“Is that a threat, promise, or a prediction?” Lori snickered.

“Azar, grant me patience,” Raven prayed under her breath as Traci made a show of thinking on her answer.

“Because any way you slice that, it doesn’t mean anything unless you’re willing to put money on it,” Lori continued, “Tell me I’m right, Rae.”

“I feel like I’ve been dragged into a conversation I didn’t want to be in,” Raven groaned, “Kicking and screaming and most certainly against my will-”

Just as she began to stand up in preparation to leave, Traci rushed around the table to block her exit, barely containing her laughter as she pointed accusingly.

“You sit back down and face facts! Batman’s a vampire!”

“He’s not! You’re-!” Raven let out a frustrated, strangled noise, before closing her eyes and taking in the longest breath she could stand to draw.

“Whoa, okay, I really felt that one,” Lori laughed nervously, “We might need to dial it back, Baker’s Dozen.”

As the siphon stood from her own chair, she reached out to hold the Titan’s hand, rubbing a quick, light circle with her thumb.

“You know we’re joking, right babe?”

Raven let out a sigh, and with it as many of her frustrations as she could manage.

“I know. It’s just… a lot when you two keep… hyping each other up about nonsense like this. Words and feelings and beliefs all contradicting one another and its just-”

“A lot?” Lori repeated, smiling. Raven could only nod.

“Well, you can relax then, fearless leader,” Traci shrugged, taking one of the empty chairs and turning it around to sit backwards in, as Lori had done before, “The likely truth is a tad more boring... but possibly far more sinister.”

The prick of curiosity in the air was palpable, even if Raven had not been an empath. She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at the sudden, yet far more predictable, shift in mood.

“And what, pray tell, is that truth?” she asked, rolling her eyes as she let a soft scoff loose.

“Well, if he’s not a vampire, then that leaves the only one option,” Traci wrinkled her nose in distaste before nearly spitting the word, “Billionaire.”

#demonsiphon #raelori #rachel roth #lori zechlin #black alice #traci thirteen #new night force #asked and answered #punkfistfights #tee tag #randywritesfic #its been a Hot Second since ive written them but!!!#im finding a groove babey yeeeeeeeeaaaahhhh

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lunaticsandidiots · 2 years

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🧪’s Neurodivergence HCs

z’s note: greenie you are fucking pumping these out rn babe and im so glad ur sending them to me to repost because: a) its genuinely just an honour cause i love everything you write, and b) since ive been on holiday i havent written for a few days but it means everyone still get to enjoy fresh n juicy content hot off the press by one of our fav emoji babies <3

“HERE ARE SOME HEADCANONS FOR THE KIDS NEURODIVERGENCE BECAUSE I SAID SO

This is based off of one of your earlier responses to an anon, but John immediately suspected Adrian was austistic and him asking for irl tone indicators confirmed that. At first John would just say “I’m being sarcastic” or “I’m being serious” but eventually they developed a system where they sign tone indicators, like for /lh they’d just sign an L and an H while they’re talking. They end up doing it so often they end up doing it subconsciously, and Leota and Emelia start doing it to, Chris tries his best but he’s a little confused and ends up flailing his hands a bit.

Adrian MAJORLY hyperfixates and it’s either vaguely obsessive and lasts forever or he dedicates every waking second to it and it lasts for like a week and then he sleeps all day after it goes away because he’s sad.

Also he only infodumps if he’s really comfortable around people he’s really comfortable with because when he was younger he would infodump and people would shoot him down. But if he infodumps and you’re genuinely interested he’ll happy stim himself into next week

Speaking of happy stims, he has a lot. He does his arm waves thing, and flappy arms. He also does the excited bend over stinky feet thing. He bounces on his toes, rocks forward and backward, sways back and forth, and he does this thing where he taps his fingers together in alternating patterns to the rhythm of whatever song is stuck in his head.

Chris has ADHD and to stim he does little dances and jumps and drums his fingers on the table.

Chris and Adrien both get sensory overload over little tactile things, and they both flip their socks inside out so that they can’t feel the seams on the inside.

Adrian gets auditory sensory overload and buys little earbuds that don’t even play music they just block out sound. He literally puts them in while people are trying to talk to him.

Chris has the same thing with visual overstimulation and Adrian can tell when he’s getting overstimulated because he squeezed his eyes closed so he’ll literally come up behind him and lean against him with his head on his shoulder and put his hands over his eyes from behind him. At first he acted like he was mad about it but he finds it super endearing and also Adrian is warm so it’s fine.

John really loves sensory stimulation like music, especially sped up music because it goes brrr. Also that’s why he loves listening to people talking, like if he cares about you could talk to him for hours and he’ll listen super genuinely to everything you’re saying and the sound of your voice. Also he absolutely adores the sound of your laugh, like i know people say that a lot but the sound of it genuinely makes him feel butterflies in his heart and he can’t help but smile and he’ll do anything to hear it again.

Also Chris gets nervous about physical contact for four reasons: one, he know how strong he is and he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Two, his dad. In general. Three, he doesn’t want to look dumb. Four, LIGHT TOUCHES ARE ICKY??? IT TICKLES EWWWWW.

But if you hug him tight he will absolutely break down in your arms because AAAHAJSHAJS HIS HEART. Also if you’re cuddling he loves it when you lay on top of him because pressure makes anxiety go away.

Okay that’s all for now because I’m watching One Day At A Time and it’s making me cry <3

- 🧪”

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namjooningelsewhere · 3 years

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Fic Recs❤

Since i love fic recs so much and I am literally hogging each one of them, I thought it would be fun to have one of my own, These are the ones that are my absolute favorites and I have literally lost count of the times I have been going back and re-reading them. This is just one part of it though and these are all series. I have a separate list for one-shot, I don't know if this is how a fic rec should look, ?But ive tried to keep it simple.💖❤🤞

Completed:

The Pact - By @alpacaparkaseok

This is the first ever fic that i had read on tumblr, It just popped on my feed and i am glad it did. Its really beautiful and to be honest THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DATES I HAVE READ OR HEARD ARE RIGHT HERE.

Organic - By @ppersonna

This ones a social media au, Its sassy, super fun since the start and there isn't a dull moment. I had almost died laughing at the OC and Jins chemisrty and the rest of them as well . My all time go to if i am feeling super dull.

Who's Your Daddy? By @ppersonna

This is another social media au and my goodness this is as silly as sweet and mind you as sexy as it gets. This is altogether another level. Everything is perfection amplified here❤❤

Inevitable By @ahundredtimesover

This one hit home. I read the first chapter and god damn i was hooked like nobody's business. This one is super super close to me, One because Mimi has literally done magic out here on this fic and i think I'm the person who has chewed her brains the most with my 10 pager essays about what i felt. And secondly it is something very personal to me, Literally i have read it 20 times so far. My Absolute fav.

Perfectly Wrong By @xpeachesncream

This is a one hell of a interesting fic, Its absolutely beautiful. The emotions are so pure, So real and so precise to be honest. Absolute surreal. This one definitely makes you crave for friendships like them.

Bands By @xpeachesncream

This is the sweetest love story i have read. It had kept me hooked from the start to the end. There are moments which will make you literally cry, have a fluff attack (I use this term when the fluff is extremely good, So good that makes you giddy with the sweetness in a good way.)

CSG By @sunshyngal

This ones from my favorite writer, This story is so beautiful yet so delicate. Shyn has a way of portraying emotions too well and mind it it can be felt. This is one hell of a love story, Intense as ever.

Muse By @lavishedinjimin

This one will sure leave you in awe of the way its written, Super intense and oh damn you will literally feel chills as thwe story progresses. Its an art masterpiece, And Tae!! Ahem❤🤷‍♀️ He is a a different level hot and intense.

Falling From Grace By @sunshyngal

This is an epic fic, The hate and friction is intense AF and hottest ever. Its sinful AF and one of the hottest ones ive read❤🙌

Ongoing:

I Hate You, I love You By @borathae

This is a roller coaster of a story, One of which i can write a million words to describe how amazing it is. Its one of the fics that makes me jump with joy when i receive a notification of update. Its one of my ongoing favs and also one of the fics that i actually have lost count of the times i have gone back and re-read till date. This is the first ever story that makes me want to fall in love once again, After having given up the idea of it a long time ago. Its a fluff attack as it progresses. The emotions are on full swing in this one.

Death Valley By @bangtangalicious

This is one hell of a Netflix worthy fic! Period. If anything, I even have a list of actors for the OT7 and OC as to who can play who!😉🤷‍♀️

It will fucking keep you on the edge with suspense and it will blow your mind, head and whatever is left in you to bits!! I have literally never built theories or literally never spent connecting dots as i did for this one. Im not giving out spoilers, But this one right here had my heart beat racing every time there is a update. Mind-blowing is the proper word for it though.

Cyberslut By @kimnjss

Yoongi is another level in this, One of my fav social media au's. Its got everything, Mind-blowing and amazing. No matter how many time I've read it, still feels new like I'm reading it for the first time.

Silk and Lace By @sunshyngal

This is the epitome of perfection. I have never seen such characters. Intense is the least of it. Something about Shyn is she writes such female characters that are so head strong and courageous. You cant help but fall in love with them. Its an equal here, A story of two equals in their own ways.

Sadness of things By @sunshyngal

This is one i wait for updates like nobody's business yet i have no words to describe it. This story is something else, Actually something else. So many emotions are so perfectly written, its a memorable one. Its beautiful. Truly! Another example of a strong female character.

Abundance By @angelicyoongie

This fic is abundance of everything, Its as real as it gets. Its like built from ground up and it is nothing less than perfection. A perfect hybrid au.❤❤ If OT7 is your thing, You will definitely fall in love with this one.

I'm Not Yours By @hantaev

This is still starting, But i fell in love with the first teaser and hooked with second teaser and whipped with the First Chapter, No kidding its a beautiful story, with even beautifully written.❤🤷‍♀️

Maybe I Do By @chateautae

This is the first fic that I'm thankful for having long chapters. Every time i read it i just cant get enough. Its prefect example of how love has no definitions and you can even find love in the most unconventional ways. One of the sweetest love story I've come I've ever read. Maybe i just don't have enough words.

Incoming: Elite Chatboy By @kookingtae

This is so good that it should be illegal. One of the hottest ones ever. Chemistry, sass and sexual tension runs high in this one and keeps on edge. Interesting AF and hot AF!!!

Kanalia By @xjoonchildx

This is one hell of a fic, set in ancient backdrop! It intrigued me AF and then I couldn't stop myself from reading it again and again. The chemistry in here runs deep, one of the fics that I'm desperately waiting for the next update. It's going to be a masterpiece that I'm sure of!!

Lowkey By @xpeachesncream

I am eternally apologetic about not stumbling on this fic earlier, Thank heavens I did today. One of the most realistic ones yet most touching ones I've come across on tumblr❤❤❤❤

#fic recs #my list #my favourite #pieces of art #kookingtae #ppersona #hantaev #chateautae #sunshyngal #kimnjss #bangtangalicious #angelicyoongie #borathae #lavishedinjimin #xpeachesncream #alpacaparkaseok #ahundredtimesover

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4kominato · 3 years

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A/N: sooo um... 😬 heheh I added a whole ass section of some NSFW bc... im a h0e oops... also, I changed it up a little and made them be married! bc im a hopeless romantic and honeymoon sex is just so 🥺🤧 i hope that’s okay... and erm, confession... ITS BEEN A HOT SEC SINCE IVE WRITTEN SOME FLUFFY SMUT OK cut me some slack if its sh*tty 🥲 ~kuri

ANNOUNCEMENT: This fic was inspired by -> Pregnant s/o with Imayoshi <- written by the amazing @shoichee !!! Please check out the original head-canons linked above [also includes Akashi and Hayama!], and check out her blog in general for everything KnB! 🏀💙

Pairing: Imayoshi Shoichi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut (M) ~ SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 6.8k

You still remember it vividly, the day he dropped down on one knee and popped the million dollar question. After dating for years, you’d been patiently anticipating that special day, wondering just how long it’d take for him to finally say the words you longed to hear; you were tempted so many times to just bring the topic up to him, making a mutual agreement and willingly blowing off the possibility of a grand proposal, but in the end, you managed to hold out and it was so worth it.

Almost two years had passed before the wedding finally took place, and after the emotion filled ceremony and reception came to a close, the two of you were off to Okinawa to celebrate your long awaited honeymoon. The flight was short, but long enough to fit in a decent nap, wanting to recharge after a long and eventful evening; if the two of you planned to stay up all night, you needed to store up as much energy as you could when you had the chance.

The hotel was relatively close to the airport, so it didn’t take long to get there by car, and upon arrival, Imayoshi took care of checking in and all the other necessary details. Once he was given the key, the two of you headed over to the elevators to make your way up to the room, which was unfortunately on the highest floor. Stepping into the cabin, you waited patiently for the elevator doors to completely close, leaving the two of you alone in the confined space before you grabbed Imayoshi by his tie and tugged him into a heated kiss. He let out a smug chuckle against your lips, indulging only briefly before he pulled away to speak, “Couldn’t wait until we got to the room? Y’know there’s probably security cameras in here, right?”

You shrugged in response, a cheeky grin strung across your face as you answered, “It was worth the risk.”

Shortly after that, the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the designated floor. Both of you were practically running down the hall once you’d stepped out, desperately seeking the refuge of your own hotel room to at last liberate the numerous fantasies that raced through your hyperactive brains. The moment you entered the room Imayoshi had your wrists pinned to the door, eager lips melded with yours and you could only hum in delight knowing what was yet to come. As he slipped his tongue past your lips, you positioned one of your legs between his own, thigh pressing up against his crotch which revealed his hardening member. A soft moan resonated from his mouth to yours as he gently began to rock his hips against you, stimulating himself to full arousal before proceeding any further.

Ever since the beginning of your relationship, Imayoshi has always had a considerably high sex drive, however, his self control was exceptional and well, he never failed to use it to his advantage. He loved to tease the living shit out of you until you were practically on your knees begging for him to give you what you wanted, and despite how it made his cock throb with need, he enjoyed every second of it; your honeymoon was no exception.

Finally releasing his grip on your wrists, he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you flush against him to unzip your reception gown, stepping away to let the white fabric cascade down your frame. Chills ran down your spine at the feeling of the cold air encompassing your newly exposed body, with the exception of your skimpy lace panties that hardly did anything to conceal your lower half, but the lustful smirk creeping onto lover’s lips ignited a fire inside making you feel warm.

“I have the most beautiful wife,” Imayoshi gloated, squinted eyes cracking open for a brief moment before his arms wrapped around your thighs and he slung you over his shoulder, quickly making his way over to the bed to throw you down onto the soft duvet. As he crawled on top of you, he yanked off his tie in one swift motion and flung it aside, reclaiming your lips before you could even admire how sexy his predator like aura was.

It seemed that things were just starting to heat up, but really, Imayoshi had you wrapped around his fingers since the start of the wedding reception. With his teasing little touches beneath the table accompanied by his hungry gaze, all you could think about was how much you wanted to to feel his hands all over your body while he ravaged your insides, whispering sweet nothings in your ear just to make you squirm. You were so desperate that you would’ve skipped the foreplay if you could, but unfortunately, you knew your mischievous husband would never allow that; drawing it out, seeing just how needy and wet he could make you, was all part of his little game… but you thought you’d try your luck anyways.

With lips still fused and tongues swirling around each other, your hands slid down to undo his belt, then pants before reaching in to grab his clothed erection and stroke him for a bit. He moaned at the sensation, making you think he’d let you advance, but the moment you reached for his briefs, he stopped you with a firm grip to your wrist.

“Now, now, let’s not rush things, princess. We have all night y’know,” Imayoshi scolded as he moved your hand away from his body. You only pouted at him, knowing you’d have to be patient to get what you wanted, but with your dripping pussy begging to have him inside of you, playing the waiting game posed to be quite the challenge. “Don’t give me that look. If our sessions were short, you’d be even more disappointed.”

“I know…” you whined, rubbing your thighs together in desperate need of stimulation, “But you made me so horny at the reception! I want you so bad…”

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” he chuckled as he began to caress your bare body, hands landing on your breasts as the final destination. While massaging them in smooth circular motions, his head dove down to the crook of your neck, planting wet kisses up and down the length of your neck, along your jawline and over your clavicles. “If you’re patient, it’ll be more satisfying in the end.”

“Sho-chan…” you grumbled, trying to keep up your little act of being upset with him, but he knew your body like the back of his hand so you didn’t even stand a chance trying to resist the pleasures his touch bestowed upon you. Your failed attempts to suppress your moans only amused him further, his hands abandoning your breasts and slithering down your sides while his mouth took their place, soft lips enveloping one of your raised buds and sucking tenderly. With one arm he supported himself while the other continued to travel down your torso, smoothing over your hips, then thighs, inner thighs… but not to where you wanted. His mouth carelessly continued its assault on your breasts, adorning them with tints of deep blues and purples which only set blaze to the desire that already burned between your legs.

“Shoichi, please…” you whimpered, reaching down to grab his wrist and move his hand toward your touch starved sex, “I need you.”

“Someone’s fussy today,” he teased with his lips curled into the signature smirk that never failed to make you feel weak, but to your surprise, didn’t retract his hand from where you’d placed it, “Well, since you said ‘please,’ I guess I can give you a little taste.” With the pads of his fingers, he rubbed small, light circles over your clothed bulb making you sigh partly out of pleasure, but also partly in relief.

In a way, Imayoshi was right, you supposed, that waiting longer to be touched made the feeling more satisfying in the end. He was hardly trying, yet he managed to bring you to the brink of orgasm in no more than a few minutes. “Hm? About to cum already?” he remarked upon observing your quivering thighs and curled toes, to which he halted his actions.

“N-no, I wasn’t…” you lied through your teeth in spite of him denying your high, “Why’d you stop?”

“Don’t lie to me,” he cooed, cocking his head as he brushed some stray hairs out of your face, “You normally don’t cum this fast.”

“I told you I need you!” you cried and smacked him in the chest without actually meaning any harm.

“I know, I know, sheesh...” he answered dismissively, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and sliding them down your legs. “You didn’t have to hit me.”

“Well, you don’t have to tease me so damn much on our honeymoon…”

“There’s no fun in just giving it to you right away.”

“Sex isn’t fun enough for you?”

“Well, you see, there’s a difference between feeling good and having fun. Sex feels good, while teasing you is fun, though feeling good can oftentimes be fun.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you snapped, grabbing Imayoshi by the top of his head and shoving his face between your legs.

“My wife is so mean to me on our honeymoon,” he pouted jokingly as he hooked your legs around his neck.

“I don’t wanna hear it from you…”

“Oh? I wanna hear it from you though,” he remarked suggestively, but before you could really process his words, he delved into your glistening folds, his skilled tongue gliding smoothly up your slit before settling at your aching clit and taking it in into his mouth. You had to resist squeezing the life out of his skull with your thighs when he started suckling, the way his slick muscle ever so gently encircled the sensitive bundle of nerves providing excess stimulation which edged you closer to climaxing once again.

“Ah, Sho-chan!” you moaned, fisting at his sleek black tresses as the tension unravelling in your core rapidly accelerated. You could almost feel his lips pulling into a devious smirk when he slipped two fingers inside of you without warning, hastily curling them up against your sensitive rugae, enticing you to come undone for him. Hardly another minute passed when your docile body succumbed to your lover’s wishes, the unbearable pleasure erupting from within forcing a string of profanities to fall from your lips while your trembling figure made a mess over his slim digits. A satisfied hum sounded from Imayoshi as he shifted himself away from you and receded his hand, sucking your essence clean off of his fingers.

“I think that was a record time,” he bragged as he finally abandoned his slacks, dropping them onto the floor before unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Shoichi!” you grumbled, flinging a pillow at him which he instinctually caught.

“There’s no need to bully me now, sweetheart, I was just being honest.”

“Ugh,” you groaned in response, already accustomed to the snide remarks that came with his cheeky personality. But despite how you acted in resent towards his comments every time, you secretly loved that part of him and how the two of you could always find ways to poke fun at each other in practically any situation, sex included. Afterall, you did marry this man; if you couldn’t handle his personality, there’s no way you could’ve said yes to him.

Once he’d fully undressed, he retook his position above you, giving his painfully hard member a few pumps before positioning it to your entrance. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, Shoichi. I’ve been waiting,” you sass back, wrapping your legs around his waist in anticipation.

“I don’t appreciate your attitude,” Imayoshi groused, rubbing his slick head along your tender labia, once again stalling and drawing things out to simply smite you.

“Hurry up and put it in!” you scowled and reached out to grab his throbbing cock to do it yourself, but before you could, he swatted you away.

“I’ll do it. You really need to learn a thing or two about patience.”

“Don’t lecture me about patience when you’re the one who got me so hot and bothered in the first place! I’m the victim here.”

“Okay, okay, you got me. I just can’t resist teasing my cute wife sometimes, y’know?” With that, thankfully, he began to ease himself in, the feeling of him stretching your walls and finally filling the void in your core making your head spin. He felt so damn good, possibly ten times better than the last time he fucked you and it only made you crave him more… but he was going so painstakingly slow that it was pushing you to the brink of insanity. Normally, you tolerated his teasing just fine, but for some reason, you were particularly restless tonight and you just couldn’t withstand it; you were in the mood to be completely obliterated.

“Shoichi,” you mumbled breathily as you combed through his silky locks, “Ravish me.”

“Oh, such a strong request from my darling. Are you sure?” he spoke sarcastically, not faltering from his sluggish pace.

“It’s not a request, it’s a demand, and do I sound like I’m joking?” you answered in a calm, eerie voice with your brows raised at him in question.

“No, ma’am, my apologies.”

Without further hesitation, he slammed his hips into you and began bucking recklessly in immediate compliance to your dire wish, forcing a little yelp out of you in the process. Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, you braced yourself, nails digging into his smooth skin in response to how he managed to hit that sweet spot deep within your walls with each consecutive thrust. He was the perfect fit for you, and you for him, so with this new, vigorous tempo he upheld, it was much to your dismay that you felt your second orgasm of the night rapidly fizzling up much sooner than you prefered.

“Sh-Shoichi…” you muttered breathily, burying your face into his neck.

“Well, that was quick,” he chuckled, knowing all too well just how close he had you to the edge.

“Don’t you dare think about slowing down!” you threatened.

“Okay fine, I won’t.” And thankfully, he didn’t, so with just a few more of his sharp strokes kissing the brim of your womb, bliss ruptured through every inch of your body, tight walls contracting rhythmically around his thickness making him falter momentarily. “Ah, you feel so good, baby,” he praised, “One more time.”

“N-no, I c-can’t,” you stuttered, struggling to speak while Imayoshi continued ramming into you erratically, eagerly chasing his own high.

“Sure you can.”

You already knew what he had in mind from seeing the sadistic grin plastered on his face, but unfortunately, you couldn’t muster up enough energy to even attempt to stop him. His fingers effortlessly found your swollen clit and began to rub quick circles over it, the combination of pleasure and overstimulation making you writhe. Despite your previous statement, it wasn’t long at all before you felt the all too familiar pressure emerging once more, and from the way Imayoshi’s movements had grown sloppy and desperate, it seemed he wouldn’t be lasting much longer either. After shaking in anticipation for way too long, you were finally hit with a wave of euphoria as your orgasm washed over you, lips falling agape in a silent scream and thighs squeezing tightly around your husband’s waist, while your sex that pulsated around his girth coaxed him to his own peak.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his whole body tensing above you as he released his warm seed within your throbbing flesh. A depleted sigh escaped him as he withdrew himself from you, allowing for his essence to steadily ooze from your raw core as the two of you caught your breath and regained your composure.

Sinking into the bed next to you, Imayoshi pulled you flush against him before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, which he unsurprisingly counteracted with a brazen remark, “And you said you couldn’t do it.”

“Three times is a lot!” you argued, repulsing against his tight embrace to the best of your ability.

“Is it?” he gasped whilst feigning a puzzled expression, “I was hoping for a round two after we cleaned you up in the shower.”

“Shoichi!?”

* * *

The next month flew by in a flash with both you and Imayoshi reverting to your typical day to day lives prior to the past few eventful weeks. Oftentimes on the weekdays, he’d work late, leaving you home alone for dinner and majority of the evening until going to bed, but occasionally, he’d be home in time for dinner and of course, with his excessive libido, he’d never hesitate to make good use of those nights with you. As newlyweds, love making had somehow grown to be even more enjoyable and intimate than when the two of you were dating, but neither of you had put much thought into or discussed the possible outcomes of your actions until one day, the realization hit you: a whole month had past and Aunt Flow had yet to pay you a visit.

After a week of constant testing and a plethora of cursed pee sticks, there was no doubt about it; you were most definitely pregnant. It was a Friday night and you had been sitting in the bathroom for close to an hour after yet another positive pregnancy test, pondering over how you should break the news to your husband. The two of you had only been married for a little over a month, so talks of starting a family hadn’t exactly come up yet, but given Shoichi’s perverse nature and twisted personality, you couldn’t help but worry that he’d actually be a bit disappointed about it.

Even after you finally willed yourself to leave the bathroom, the thoughts didn’t stop which unfortunately only fed your anxiety. I’m going to be a mom… Shoichi is going to be a dad… We’re going to be… a family… Are we ready for a family? Is HE ready for a family?? Does he even like kids?! What if he says we’re too busy to have a baby? Or that it’s too soon? Or—

Your mind continued to race until the sound of the front door opening pulled you out of your transe, accompanied by a greeting from none other than the devil himself. “I’m home!”

“Welcome home,” you called from the bedroom and patiently awaited his arrival, but when he finally did enter the room, you were hit with a sudden burst of nerves, your stomach folding into knots while your heart pounded against your chest. If there was a time to tell him, it was probably now considering the baby would only grow from here and with Imayoshi’s busy schedule, he’d probably appreciate a simple, straightforward talk.

You could tell from the sinful look on his face that his head was full of obscene thoughts that he likely planned to enact tonight, as he always did on nights that he was home early enough, and the seductive aura he was emitting didn’t help at all. As he slinked into the bed next to you, his lips wasted no time finding your own while the fingers that ghosted over your collarbones sent chills down your spine. To say you weren’t getting turned on would’ve been a huge lie, but obviously, there were bigger problems at stake besides the fulfillment of your lustful desires.

“I’m pregnant, Shoichi.”

Upon hearing your blunt statement, he stopped immediately in his tracks, a brief silence filling the room before he finally replied, “Now, now, it’s not polite to joke like that, sweetheart…” he chuckled nervously, his squinted eyes opening to observe your body language and keen facial expression, to which he discerned that you were actually dead serious. “... You’re not joking are you?”

“You should know I’m not the type to play mind games like you.”

“Well yeah, but you’ve definitely tried it before.”

“Only to vex you.”

With his eyes still open, reflecting a predator like glint as he drank in your every feature, you feared he had yet to give up on his previous intimate plans, and you were definitely ready to fight back if he tried to make any advances. However, he simply gave you a soft peck to the lips and pulled away with a proud smile. “Gotcha.”

“Do you not realize the seriousness of this, Shoichi?! This is a baby we’re talking about! Our lives are permanently going to be changed you know!” you snapped back in response to how he could still mess around after you revealed something so substantial.

“I’m obviously well aware, I mean, you can’t be completely surprised considering how often we fuck,” he shrugged, which only frustrated you more, but you decided to hold your tongue and hear him out to the end, “You’re way too stressed about this, relax a little! And you’ve been overworking yourself these days haven’t you?”

“Hell yeah I’m stressed! I’ve been stressed all week about how I should tell you this! I thought maybe you’d tell me you hate kids and to get an abortion or something!”

“Oi, I wouldn’t say something like that, do you even know me? I’m not that twisted.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure you’re not…” you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest.

“And what do you have to say about overworking yourself, hm?”

“I haven’t been… I just picked up a few more hours because… the staff needed some extra help…”

“Well, that’s a few more hours than you’re supposed to be working isn’t it? Therefore, you’re overworking,” Imayoshi stated in the most matter-of-fact tone, “Don’t think I wouldn’t have noticed how you’ve been more fatigued in the recent days. You’re a lot less feisty during sex.”

“Really...?” you reply dryly in utter disbelief, “That’s how you figured it out?”

“There were other signs, but that was the most obvious one. Anyways, I’ll be making some calls tomorrow to ensure this doesn’t persist.”

“Sho-chan, you really don’t ha—”

“Ah-ah,” he interrupted, holding his index up to your lips to silence you, “You need to rest properly if you want the baby to be as smart as me.”

“That’d be a little scary actually…”

* * *

Time past, days turning into weeks, and weeks to months as you trudged through the daunting, first trimester. It seemed as though Imayoshi was home even less often since disclosing your pregnancy to him, which was rather upsetting because you sort of expected the opposite effect. Sure he was home on the weekends and went with you to your OB-GYN appointments, but he seemed so indifferent about the whole situation. Did he even care about the baby? Maybe he just viewed this pregnancy as an obligation because he’s your husband.

One night, you found yourself struggling to find sleep so you decided to pour yourself a bowl of potato chips and watch a movie in the living room. You were so immersed in the story that you didn’t even hear Imayoshi come in, so when the cushions on the couch sank next to you and a heavy arm fell over your shoulders, you jumped out of your seat, nearly having a heart attack.

“I didn’t think rom-coms had any jump scares,” Imayoshi teased with a grin, to which you hit him lightly in annoyance.

“Do you always come home this late?” you mumbled, shoving a chip in your mouth.

“Mhm,” he hummed, eating a chip for himself before snatching the large bowl out of your hands, “Why are you eating this? Shouldn’t you be eating healthy snacks?”

“It’s just chips!” you pouted, reaching over him in an attempt to reclaim your tasty treat, but it was to no avail of course; he wouldn’t let you have it back.

“We have crackers.”

“I don’t want crackers!”

“Well, what do you want then?”

“My damn chips!”

“I meant something healthy.”

“UGH!” So freaking irritating... you complained to yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don’t be like that,” he whined as he scooted closer to you, gently stroking his fingers over your cheek, “C’mere.”

Shaking your head at him, he only sighed in response, his arms creeping around your waist before lifting you up and into his lap. Despite being still irked by his earlier stunt, you didn’t mind the skinship and well, you couldn’t really be that upset with him anyways, knowing he had good intentions. His hands went up to the nape of your neck, rubbing smooth circles over your tight muscles with his thumbs, continuing this soothing motion down the length of your spine.

“Ah, it feels so good, Shoichi,” you moaned quietly as he took his time working out the knots in your back.

“Don’t say things like that when we haven’t had sex in almost two months,” he remarked in a disappointed tone, “I’ve been re-virginized y’know, I’ll get hard.”

“Shut up,” you chuckled, actually amused at his dumb remark, “I’ve been meaning to ask the doctor about if it’s safe, but I keep forgetting. Online it says it is, but I wanted to ask to be sure…”

“You know I’m only joking, right? I’ll live for a few more months without it,” he spoke solemnly and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“A few more months? We still have over half a year to go…”

“I’m trying to look at the glass as half full for once, alright?”

“Tch…” You shook your head at him, but really, you were extremely appreciative of how much he was taking your and the baby’s safety into account. If you were being truly honest, it bothered you that he never really showed any signs of excitement toward the whole situation, but even so, he did have a subtle way of showing he cared so you tried your best to be appreciative… but those damn pregnancy hormones managed to get the best of you more often than not. Remembering all the petty fights you’d picked with Imayoshi because your emotions were going haywire was a bit of a guilt trip; not that you could fully blame yourself with all the chaos happening in your body, but coming off as ungrateful to your loving husband who’s done so much for you just left a bitter taste in your mouth. “Sho-chan…” you started, turning yourself sideways in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Why are you working so late every day?”

“Because we need money. Why else?” he answered nonchalantly, cradling your figure in his arms.

“Why’d you get my hours cut then? I could be contributing more to our income if I still had my normal hours.”

“Hm, let me think…” he hummed and pretended to think, “ Because you’re pregnant.”

“And?!” you snapped back, bewildered, “I’m not disabled just because I’m pregnant, Shoichi?!”

“For now…” he smirked, your clenched fist threatening to punch him in the stomach, but you held back, knowing it was probably your hormones blowing things out of proportion again. “Either way, the more you work, the more you risk your health. Now that you’re taking care of both yourself and Shoichi junior you need to be more careful.”

“For now?! Shoichi junior?! First of all, I’m more than capable of working throughout the duration of my pregnancy, okay? You don’t need to baby me. You’re always so damn patronizing it’s annoying. And second, how are you so sure the baby is a boy?! I never agreed to Shoichi junior!”

“Now, now, there’s no need to get angry. Shouldn’t any normal person be happy to get out of work—”

“Not if it means you have to compensate by overworking yourself instead!” you choked up, lips quivering as you stared at your husband through glossy eyes.

“Oi… don’t cry…” he frowned, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

“B-but I feel bad!” you try to speak between sniffles, “I’m sitting on my ass for half the day while you’re out working late into the night, over exerting yourself...”

“Shh… You’re not just ‘sitting on your ass’ y’know. While I’m out working late, you have your own job to worry about right here at home, a twenty four hour shift that only you can do.”

Unsure of what he was getting at, you looked at him with pleading eyes, tears still spilling over your lower lash line as you awaited an elaboration.

“You need to take good care of Shoichi junior,” he grinned, smoothing his hand over your little baby bump, “Whatever you do, he’s doing it with you so keep that in mind the next time you try to pick up extra hours.”

“S-stop assum-ming the baby is-s a boy!” you hiccup, stifling your sobs to sound more serious, “But th-thank you… for looking out for me. I-I wish you didn’t have to do so much overtime though…”

“Isn’t it my job to look out for my cute wife?” he asked rhetorically with a soft boop to your nose before proceeding, “Alright, now stop crying would you? Let’s get you to bed.” Scooping you up from his lap, he quickly stood up from the couch and carried you back to the bedroom where he gently laid you down atop the cool, fluffy comforter. He was about to depart when you caught him by surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a quick kiss.

“I love you so much, Shoichi,” you almost whispered, arms still linked at his nape while you stared up at him endearingly.

“Well, if you wanted to join me in the shower that badly, you could’ve just asked,” he delivered with a smirk that made your look of endearment dissipate into one of sheer disappointment.

“Can’t you ever just say ‘I love you’ back?”

“What’s the fun in that? You should know already how much I love you or else I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me.”

“It’s still nice to hear it sometimes!”

“Alright, you win. I love you, too.” Pressing his lips to yours once more, you finally let him go with a satisfying warmth filling your heart as Imayoshi rummaged through his dressers to prepare for his shower. “If you still want to join me at any time, no invitation is needed!” he remarked just as he disappeared into the master bathroom.

What a snake… you thought to yourself, shaking your head as you stared up at the ceiling, waiting for slumber to find you. He was clever and cunning and he knew how to press all of your buttons, but just as much, he was loving and caring, and was always there for you in the subtlest ways. There really was no one better for you than him and even though he was annoying at times, you couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone else.

* * *

“Congratulations on your pregnancy!” Sakurai greeted excitedly the moment you answered the phone. You had just gotten comfortable on the bed after finishing up some chores around the house, wanting to take a quick break before going on a snack run to the convenience store when Sakurai had suddenly called.

“Thanks, Ryou-kun! How’d you know?”

“I ran into Imayoshi-senpai during lunch rush the other day, so we caught up for a bit. How do you feel? Are your symptoms bad?”

“I’ve been okay… morning sickness sucks, but it’s been less frequent these days. I can’t believe I’m almost through the first trimester already! In a few weeks we get to find out the baby’s sex!”

“That’s great! Are you guys planning to have a baby shower?”

“Uh, well…” you chuckled nervously, “I’d like to, but I haven’t really brought it up to Shoichi yet because he’s so freaking busy… and he’s usually tired on the weekends so I try to let him rest.”

“Oh yeah, he told me about working overtime and saving up to take off when you give birth so I can see why he’d be so exhausted… but a baby shower would be—”

“Wait, Ryou…” you gasped after processing what he’d said, “Shoichi... said that?”

“S-said what?” Sakurai stuttered in a panic, “Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to?! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I thought you guys discussed all of this already, I’m sorry!”

“That he’s going to take off when I give birth? He…” you trailed off to swallow the lump forming in your throat, “He seriously said that?!”

“I-I mean… yeah, b-but… if you didn’t know then… forget it! I probably wasn’t supposed to tell you! I ruined it, I’m sorry!”

“Oh my god, that bastard doesn’t tell me anything!” you sobbed and let everything out, which only freaked out poor Sakurai further.

“Are you crying?! Oh my god, I made you cry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“I can’t believe Shoichi’s been over exerting himself to take off when I give birth!” you continued to wail on the phone whilst Sakurai’s repeated apologies had just become white noise to you. “How did I get so lucky, Ryou-kun? Shoichi always does these nice things for me, but why does he have to be so secretive?! I’m gonna punch him when he comes home!”

“N-n-no! Don’t punch him! I’m sorry! This is all my fault! I’m sorry! J-just pretend I didn’t say anything, ah! I’m sorry!”

“It’s been so lonely around here, you know! And I’ve been getting upset at him for not being there for me! Yet, his whole goal was to be there for me in the end! I’m a horrible wife!”

“No you’re not! I’m sorry I made you think that! It’s not true! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“I need some ice cream,” you sniffled, trying somewhat to calm yourself down, “I’ll call you back later Ryou, and sorry for suddenly breaking down. Pregnancy hormones are no joke… Sorry to worry you though.”

“I-it’s not your fault, I understand. I’m sorry! It’s my fault that I upset you, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You apologize too much, Ryou-kun. There’s no need to be sorry,” you assured with another sniffle.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I’m sorry…”

Your eyes were still a little puffy, but after cleaning up a bit, you deemed yourself presentable enough to make a quick trip to the convenience store. Grabbing some loose change and shoving it in your pocket, you made your way to the door as you abruptly brought an end to your chat with your old classmate. “I’m heading out now, talk to you later.”

“Okay, I’m sorry again... a-and don’t be so hard on Imayoshi-senpai! It’s my fault! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. Bye, Ryou.”

“Okay, bye. Sorry again!”

As soon as you ended the call, you were out the door, slowly but surely making your way down the sidewalk to the convenience store while the information that Sakurai had disclosed repeated itself in your head. For the past few months, you had assumed that Imayoshi didn’t care much for your pregnancy and the general concept of having a baby; he was just doing what he needed to do as a good husband. According to Sakurai though, it seemed that he did care a lot more than you gave him credit for, and he was manipulating his work schedule and income to spend time with you and the baby later down the line… but why would he neglect you now?! The pregnancy is just as rough, if not rougher than taking care of a newborn fetus.

Stupid Shoichi… you huffed as you stormed into the convenience store, taking no more than a few minutes to grab your favorite ice cream and pay for it at the register. He’s always in his own world, doing things his own way without telling me or taking my feelings into account…

Continuing to sulk to yourself, you made your way back out wanting nothing more than to get home quickly and enjoy your frozen treat in solitude, but to your dismay, you were stopped by some weasel cat-calling you, making vulgar remarks about how you were knocked up and saying other sexual things that you didn’t even care to process. You were just about ready to kick this piece of shit in the nuts, but before you could even approach him, you were interrupted by a familiar voice that sounded so calm it was terrifying, yet relief washed over you knowing exactly who it was.

“Are you friends with my dear y/n?” Imayoshi asked with a grin and the most bone-chilling glare, head cocked to the side in demonstration of passive-aggressive friendliness. “If not, I’d highly advise you to scram.”

“Sh-Shoichi?! Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” you exclaim in surprise, not even batting an eye while your harasser made a run for it.

“My, my, to think you’ve been doing your own share of travelling while I’ve been gone.” Cracking one eye open, Imayoshi noted your bewildered facial expression with a chuckle before lightly pinching your cheek with one hand.

“It’s literally a block away from home,” you replied defensively, swatting his hand away.

“That’s my point, darling,” he stated matter-of-factly, to which you simply rolled your eyes. You were about to argue back, but before you could say anything more, he swept you off your feet into the cliche princess carry thing and held you like that all the way back home despite the curious onlookers.

“Shoichi!” you whined bashfully, burying your face in his neck.

“I wanted to spend some time home with my little basketball, so I finished work early today,” he spoke up, unbothered by your reaction; he thoroughly enjoyed embarrassing you out in public because he always thought you reactions were cute.

“Ahem, excuse me?! Little basketball?!” you gasped in disbelief.

You were tempted to slap the smug look off his face as he answered, but knowing he was just teasing, as usual, you decided it wasn’t worth blowing up about. “Well, you’re obviously not a full sized basketball... yet, so for now you’re my little basketball.”

Unwilling to put in the energy to give him a snappy response, you simply let out a frustrated sigh which Imayoshi happily took as a win. It wasn’t much longer before the two of you finally arrived home and of course, he carried you straight to the bedroom, insisting that you needed to rest. He was hardly ever home to cook or do any housework, but tonight, he did everything and you couldn’t have been more grateful to have such an amazing husband.

As the two of you finished up your dinner-in-bed that Imayoshi had prepared, you couldn’t stop, or maybe you didn’t even try to stop the tears that welled in your eyes from rolling down your cheeks. Imayoshi noticed right away and reached out to wipe away the wetness for you with a frown, “Why are you crying?”

“Pregnancy hormones…” you sniffled.

“Well, yeah, but there must be an underlying reason.”

You sat in silence for a moment to gather your thoughts, which unfortunately only made you more emotional and in turn, made Imayoshi ten times more confused, so you ended up spilling your heart out about everything in the least collected way imaginable. “I-I feel so bad! I kept picking fights with you and saying you don't care about anything, but you do care and, and Ryou called me today and told me that you’ve been saving up to stay home with me and the baby so now I feel even more terrible and ungrateful! You do so much for me, even today at the convenience store and making dinner and everything and all I do is get mad at you! Why do you even stay with me, I’m the worst wife ever!”

“Excuse me, but I don’t tolerate anyone talking shit about my wife,” he spoke calmly, holding your chin up with his slim digits, “And Sakurai told you about my plan, huh?”

“H-he just meant to congratulate me on my pregnancy, b-but since we were catching up he mentioned that he ran into you and then i-it kinda just... came up...”

“Well, I guess it can’t be helped then. Surprise!” Imayoshi feigned, holding his hands up in some kind of celebratory manner, “Since we both went back to work, we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together, but I thought that it’d be good for both of us and Shoichi junior if we spent quality time together as a family when he finally comes around. That’s why I started picking up so much overtime, but I did schedule some half days every so often too, like today, because I figured you’d get lonely being home alone all week.”

“SHOICHI!” you howled before nuzzling your face in his chest to cry a sobfest. He didn’t try to calm you down this time under the assumption that sometimes you just needed to let all your emotions out, so instead, he held you close in a loving embrace while his fingers combed soothingly through the hair on the back of your head. “I -uhv woo so -wuch,” you mumbled against him.

“I love you, too.”

Epilogue: the baby ended up actually being a boy and you never heard the end of it from Imayoshi with his “Shoichi junior” jokes. He does make time for a baby shower though and in the end, literally like a week before you give birth, you guys decide on a name you both like. ♡

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Anakin Skywalker x Reader ~ Help

Summary: The five times the Senator!Reader needs Anakin’s help but refuses to ask for it and the one time they do

Warnings: Language, reader is afraid of vulnerability, reader is going through it, angst, violence, fluff (it ends on a positive note, I promise)

Words: 4k

A/N: This idea has kinda been bouncing around my head for a hot minute and I finally decided to just go ahead and write it. And somehow it became the longest fic I’ve ever written! Is this self-indulgent? Who’s to say?!

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Okay, so a right, then a left, then another left, then-

You groaned. You’d been going over the cryptic instructions Padme gave you back at the temple but they were, unfortunately, not helping. It was your first time alone in Coruscant and you were completely lost in the painfully literal sense. You had just been given your first actual mission with the Council as a senator, something you’d worked your entire career for. As an added bonus, you were on the same planet as your boyfriend, Anakin Skywalker.

You’d gotten close over the last year and were elated when he asked you on a date the last time you were in the same place. This was the first time you were together in the two weeks it had been since then.

Anyway, you were currently wandering around the bustling Coruscant streets, looking for the market. Well, you were looking for the market. Now, you realized you would probably never find it and were just trying to make your way back.

You debated calling Anakin. You could. He would be able to guide you home easily, you rationalized. But it’s Coruscant! How difficult could it be? If people came here for missions all the time and didn’t get hopelessly lost, so could you! And Anakin was probably busy anyway, you didn’t want to disturb him. Besides, the relationship was so new! You didn’t want to annoy him. After weighing the odds, you pushed down the urge to reach out and decided to just find your own way.

This logic was ridiculous, you realized far too late. Fuck. There was no way around it, you were going to be late. Or at the very least, cut it exceptionally close. You started running, heart racing. It would be so stupid to be late to your first actual Council meeting because you got lost. You wanted them to take you seriously and think of you as a professional. Tardiness as a first impression went against all of that!

After sprinting and taking several aimless turns, by some stroke of magic you found your way to the Temple. You checked the time and realized you had two minutes to make it to up several flights of stairs.

Fuck it. You decided, taking off in a run. You took the stairs two at a time, stumbling occasionally before unceremoniously bursting through the doors to the meeting.

You gulped in air quickly, chest heaving while you desperately tried to calm your heart. You inelegantly brushed a hand through your hair and gave an awkward smile.

“Hi, uh, everyone! Hi! I’m,” You took a quick break to breathe in some more oxygen as your gaze shifted to Anakin. He looked amused and concerned as he took you in. He gave you a discreet and supportive smile and head nod. You gave your own in return. He believes in me. “I’m Senator Y/N L/N”

II.

Honestly, you didn’t know how your speeder had broken. You’d been flying them for years and, despite being a senator, you were pretty damn good at it. It was something that gave you solace as a kid, those little moments of freedom. Even then, though, you were a decently cautious person and didn’t break many of them.

Thus, you ended up in your current predicament. Staring at the fried wires under the hood of your speeder, trying to figure out what the fuck went wrong. You knew Anakin was freakishly talented at fixing basically everything. He could probably look at the speeder for 10 minutes, know what’s wrong with it, and get it back to you in perfect shape.

You think this is why you don’t want to tell him. What if he thought you were stupid? Shouldn’t you be able to figure this out yourself? You fought with your instincts, feeling the conflict build inside you.

You knew he wouldn’t judge you. You knew he’d be glad you came to him for help. Even so, you felt physically incapable of moving to call or find him.

Frustrated, you turned back to your work. You decided to pull this one gear, thinking it might do something. Well, you were right about that. A stream of oil sprayed out of the speeder, coating you in its thick, black paint. You stood there frozen for a second, trying to mentally comprehend that you had just been sprayed with oil because you were too afraid to talk to the man you were in a literal relationship with!!

You groaned, wiping your hands on your pants before grabbing a towel to wipe some of the grease off your face. You walked back into your apartment quickly, praying to the Maker that no one would see you like this. Honestly, they’d probably smell you first and run the other way.

You finally got back without problems and made a bee-line straight to the bathroom. Pulling off your clothes and turning on the hot shower, you sighed as you finally felt the oil washed off your skin. You spent about twenty minutes in there, scrubbing furiously to ensure you didn’t smell like a fucking garage.

Finally, you went out and saw Anakin sitting on your bed, messing with a piece of wiring.

“Hey, Y/N! Did you know your speeder was broken? It looks like you blew a cable, easy fix, don’t worry. I’ll have it ready for you by tonight.”

He looked up and saw your exhausted state and the clump of dirty, grease ridden clothes you were holding.

His brow furrowed, trying to piece it together. “Maker, what happened to you?”

“I had a fight with the speeder. And lost”

Anakin bit back a laugh before his confusion compounded. “Wait, you know I can fix this, right? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to think I was an idiot. I mean, I did something and broke an entire speeder and somehow didn’t even know what I broke! It’s humiliating!”

“Cables are hard, it’s not your fault you didn’t know what to do, love.”

“Really?” You asked, unconvinced.

“Really. Come on, let’s go throw those clothes in the wash and I’ll get back to fixing this.”

“Oh, no, Ani you don’t have to-”

Anakin cut you off with a kiss, distracting you enough to quickly take the clothes from your hands.

“I’ll have it ready within the hour, my love.”

III.

Who the fuck decided to put the plates that high up?!

You jumped again and again, arm outstretched as far as possible. Once again, you didn’t even get close. Sighing, you looked around the apartment and noticed a ladder. It looked a bit unsteady but you would be fine, right? You were a whole ass senator, you were sure you could handle an old ladder.

Pulling it over to you, you climbed up and reached out. Much closer this time, but you still couldn’t reach them. You went on your tiptoes, eyebrows furrowed and lip bit in concentration. You angled your body just a little further, a little further-

The ladder was suddenly ripped out from under you and you desperately shot your arms out, hands clawing to try and stop your imminent fall onto the hard kitchen tiles. Bracing yourself for the inevitable pain, you squeezed your eyes closed.

“Y/N!!” You heard as your fall suddenly stopped. You opened your eyes and noticed you were barely floating above the floor. Anakin ran toward you and noticed the ladder strewn on the floor beside you.

“What the hell were you doing?” He said, offering you his hand and pulling you up.

“I was just-” You gesture lamely to the plates, realizing how ridiculous you must look.

“Y/N, no one can reach those! Next time, just call me, I’ll get them for you!”

“But-” You sigh, hating this. “I wanted to be able to do this, I don’t want to rely on you and your Jedi powers all the time”

Anakin’s gaze softened. He knew you had trouble relying on others. Even so, he couldn’t even start to think of what would have happened if he’d arrived home even 10 seconds later.

“I know, baby, I know. But, please, try. You’d have to rely on me a lot more if you break your legs falling off a ladder.”

“I know” You reply softly, giving him a shy smile. “I’m working on it, I promise”

IV.

You’d been up all night working on a new presentation for the Council. You’d spent hours going over it, the facts, the plans, the details. Everything was set. Well, everything except one little piece. To make your point stronger, you needed the statistics from the latest Jedi missions.

The only people with access to those were Anakin and Obi-Wan. You knew, logically, that if you asked Anakin he’d give them to you without hesitation. He supported you always and knew that you only used your power as a senator to improve lives.

Even so, there was that part of your brain that told you he wouldn’t give them to you. He would think you’re just trying to use him for his connections as a Jedi. Or perhaps he simply wouldn’t care enough to search through the reports to find the information.

All of this was, of course, completely inaccurate. But you’d never had someone who actually wanted to help you. It's always been “okay I’ll do this for you but only if you do this for me, too.” No one ever looked out for you and you’d grown accustomed to it. It’d become almost comforting, in a way. At least you knew what to expect.

This was how you ended up seeing your beautiful boyfriend across the halls of the Jedi temple and walking another way. Your heart tugged painfully and your brain screamed at you. Why don’t you allow yourself to trust him? Why would you assume the worst? Why can’t you fight these thoughts?

You took one more look back at him. You didn’t want to be closed off by any stretch of the imagination. You wished you could turn off the thoughts and the doubt. You knew Ani didn’t deserve it. You sighed. There he was, training by himself in the courtyard. You looked away and took a moment to compose yourself before your legs carried you away and toward your good friend.

“Hey, Obi-Wan, could you help me with something for the next Council meeting?”

You were running. You were running and as fast as you moved, you never got closer to him. You were never safe. A masked figure was chasing you and you just couldn’t get away. Your legs burned with the effort, your lungs straining to grasp oxygen. You were exhausted to your core, your sheer panic the only thing keeping you awake.

You looked back and saw the man gaining on you. Tears started streaming down your cheeks. You knew what he was capable of and had no doubt he would kill you if he caught you. You didn’t want to die, not like this. You didn’t want him to beat you. You were so, so scared. You screamed as he caught up to you, your body no longer moving. You pleaded with your legs to work, reasoned with the heavens, did anything you could, and yet you wouldn’t budge.

The stranger’s claw of a hand twisted around your neck, squeezing. You fought. It was pointless. You began to black out, feeling the life slip out of your body. Dark spots appeared in the corners of your vision and you tried once again to kick your way out of his grasp-

You bolted awake, eyes shooting open. Your chest was heaving and tear stains marked your cheeks. You placed your hands on the bed sheets, bunching them up and trying to feel the texture to remind yourself that you were safe. You tried to breathe, tried to calm yourself but nothing was working.

You got up, pacing quietly. Out of all the nights to have a nightmare, it had to be today. The one night you and Anakin weren’t together. Since you had to hide the relationship, you couldn’t technically share an apartment. This didn’t stop you from spending basically every night together, though. His chambers became yours after the first month or so of dating, neither of you wanting to spend time apart.

But, unfortunately, the Council seemed more cautious as of late and you didn’t want to risk it. Thus, you decided to spend tonight apart. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to care right now. You grabbed one of his Jedi robes, pulling the black fabric around your body. You were immediately calmed by his scent and wrapped it closer around you. You started to make your way down the hall. You knew it was risky but after that nightmare, you just needed him.

You made it to his apartment, went to knock on the door, and abruptly stopped. What are you doing? You can’t just go to him! He’s exhausted, he’s been working all week! He finally got home from a mission and you want to wake him up in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare? It wasn’t even real! Maker, get a hold of yourself, Y/N!

Your hand hovered over the door. You wanted him, you did. But those lingering thoughts, those lingering emotions remained. A childhood of neglect, of constant feelings of unimportance left scars you couldn’t avoid. You hated that your parent’s inability to show you affection or care manifested in your inability to be vulnerable. Despite this, you somehow understood. You’d spent years letting them in and only getting invalidated in return. Like all patterns, this one wouldn’t go away just because you wanted it to.

Now, every time you tried to let Anakin in, it’s like an alarm was tripped in your brain. Every part of you that wanted to allow him to know you was combated with the overwhelming fear that, if you did, if you went to him for comfort or help, he would think of you as a burden. He’d leave, just like the rest of them did. So you pushed the urge for comfort aside, dropped your hand, and made the lonely walk back to your room.

You got back to your room, mentally beating yourself up. You wished your brain worked differently. You wished you would allow yourself to be loved. You wished you could trust, fully and completely. You sighed. Knowing you wouldn’t be getting any sleep, you made yourself a cup of tea and sat on your cough, the room solely illuminated by the moonlight. You kept Anakin’s robes around you, wishing it was his arms. You sat like that until morning, sipping the drink on and off until it grew cold. You were zoned out, staring out the window at the Coruscant traffic. Your thoughts either drifted to him or your past trauma. Maker, you wished you could change it.

Fuck. You’d been driving around on your speeder, zipping in and out of alleys, for the last twenty minutes. There was a bounty hunter after you. A damn good bounty hunter, at that. Being a high profile senator, it made sense you’d run into the occasional person trying to kidnap you. Or kill you.

Damn, this bitch is good. You kept trying to lose them but you couldn’t shake them. You didn’t even know who they were but it didn’t matter, you supposed. At the end of the day, regardless of who was in that speeder, they wanted you dead. And if you didn’t figure out how to get out of this mess, you would be.

They’d been shooting at you for a while now but you’d been able to avoid the blasts. Whether it was skill, luck, or a combination of both, you weren’t sure. Even so, you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t shoot back at them, as you stupidly forgot your blaster. Who could blame you, though? All you wanted to do was go for a ride to clear your head, you didn’t expect to be fucking shot at!

You continued like this for a while. All you had to do was get back to the Temple. You were probably about 10 minutes away if you continued at this pace, 7 if you really pushed it. You looked ahead and saw the walls of it come into view and suddenly safety didn’t feel so far away. Despite the circumstances, a smile graced your face. You could do this.

Or maybe not. As you tried to swerve between more buildings, they hit you. You felt your speeder plummet 10 feet instantly and screamed. Your engine sputtered and your heart dropped. Mind racing, you tried to drive but came to the chilling realization that there was no way you’d make it back. Your engine was done for, it wouldn’t make it 3 minutes, yet alone all the way back.

Your mind went to him. Anakin. Fuck, you loved him. You let out a humorless laugh. Since you started dating, you almost never asked him for help. You couldn’t let him in. Something in your brain stopped you every single time. And yet, now, all of that felt stupid. It felt juvenile. When you looked at your speeder, slowly but surely stalling and the bounty hunter approaching, you felt this overwhelming sense of clarity.

You were going to die. This person, they would get to your speeder and shoot you. You didn’t have a single weapon. It was inevitable. Your mind, however, wouldn’t relent. It was stuck on him. In this moment, you pressed the comm button in your speeder, hoping beyond hope that it would still work.

“Y/N?” Anakin’s staticky voice cut through the speeder and went straight to your heart.

“Hey, Ani” You said, your voice broken up with unshed tears.

“Y/N? Where are you? What’s happening?”

“I’m- Anakin, I’m in trouble. A bounty hunter is after me, my speeder is hit and going to stop working probably within the next 20 seconds. I don’t have any weapons to defend myself. I, I, uh, I need your help”

“I’m coming to get you, stay where you are.” His voice was firm, his need to protect you overruling everything else in his body.

“I’m just a few-”

“I’ve got you, love. I can sense you in the Force. I know where you are”

Of course he could. You took a few deep breaths and you speeder sputtered out, stopping in a deserted alleyway. You looked around and saw the bounty hunter, now obviously male, stepping out and making his way towards you.

“He’s here, Anakin” Your voice was tight, anxious. You were quiet, paralyzed by fear.

“Please, Y/N, fuck! Hold on, I’m almost there”

“Ani, Anakin I’m scared! Ani! Ani!” You were hysterical now, screaming and sobbing his name as the man punched the top of your speeder, fracturing the glass. He pulled you out of it by the hair and threw you harshly onto the concrete.

You yelped in pain as he kicked you directly in the ribs. He backhanded you across the face, the power from his hit making blood pool in your mouth. Harshly you spit it onto the ground, looking up at him with pure hate.

He placed the blaster to your head, right on your forehead. You let your eyes flutter closed. Your knees were scraped, legs bruised. You were sure at least one of your ribs was broken. You could feel blood running from your temple. Your arm was radiating pain from landing on it. Despite all this, the only thing you thought of was Anakin. Funny, you thought, how the brain chooses what to focus on in its last moments. All you hoped was that he didn’t feel responsible for your death. All you hoped was that he knew you loved him.

“You’re finished, Senator”

“I don’t think so” Anakin’s smooth voice, tight with anger, cut through the air. His lightsaber unsheathed, he swung it directly into the man. You gasped, everything happening so quickly. As soon as the blaster was gone from your forehead, you scrambled back.

Anakin walked up to you but, from the shock, you pulled back even further.

“Hey, hey, it’s me, it’s Anakin, okay? I’m not gonna hurt you”

You whimpered, looking at him and placing a hand on his jacket before harshly jumping into his arms. He gripped you to him, both of you sighing in relief.

“You came for me”

He looked at you like you were insane. “Of course I did! You needed me, you called! I’m always going to be there for you, Y/N. I am always going to show up”

“Thank you” You said, voice muffled against his chest. His hands raked through your hair while you just breathed him in. His scent comforted you, his strong chest and large arms grounding you after a day so intense and horrifying that nothing felt real.

You were still trembling, the aftershocks quite apparent.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you. You’re safe, he’s dead, he’s gone. No one’s ever gonna hurt you again, I promise.” Anakin whispered these affirmations into your hair, holding you until the shaking ceased.

“Thank you for calling me, Y/N. I know that couldn’t have been easy for you.”

“It wasn’t that hard, to be honest, I- wait? What do you mean, you know it couldn’t have been easy for me?!”

Anakin looked at your sheepishly. “You honestly think I haven’t noticed your problems with asking for help? We’ve been together for almost a year and, contrary to popular belief, I can be quite perceptive. I didn’t want to call you out on it, I assumed you’d be embarrassed. But I’m glad that when it actually came down to life or death, you called me.”

“I’ve always known I could call you, Anakin. Please, I don’t want you to ever think my inability to be vulnerable is rooted to anything you do. You’re, fuck, you’re perfect. You’re kind and compassionate and caring and you’re always looking out for me. Look, I know I haven’t been too open about my past and I still struggle with that. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’ve never had someone who actually wanted to be there for me. This thing where you care and want me to come to you when I’m hurting or simply just want affection or company or help with the little things, it’s foreign to me.”

Ani’s heart broke at your words. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you back then, Y/N. I hate that this” He said, gesturing between you both “is unique to you. But, seriously, anytime you need anything I’m someone you can come to. I honestly want you to come to me. Regardless of if you think it’s something small or this life-altering favor, ask me. I doubt I’d turn you away and, on the off chance I do, I’m not gonna hold that against you.”

“You won’t leave? Even if I show you all of me? Even if I rely on you?”

“I won’t leave you, beautiful. So long as you allow me to show you all of me, too. And you let me rely on you, too.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “Of course! Of course, Ani! I’m here for you, I got you, too, always.”

“I know you do” His flesh hand went up, cupping your cheek.

“I know you do, too.” You sighed into his touch. You were exhausted beyond belief, your body and mind pretty much shutting down from the stress of it all. Even so, you relaxed further into his body. Yeah, this was new. Yes, it was scary. But you were going to try. Even though it terrified you, you wanted to be loved. You wanted to be loved by him.

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