#so that’ll be a reward for getting through it

[skelelephant]

Have to do my three-month review at my big kid job tomorrow and I’m so nervous I can’t sleep

#I think it’s going to go fine but I had to submit a form #and it’s more formalized than anything I’ve ever had to do at a job before #so I’m just. having a time #brain is convinced I’m getting fired even tho they literally just signed me up for benefits #maybe I’ll just. explode #if I get fired I’ll let you guys know ig #I have art to post tomorrow in any case #so that’ll be a reward for getting through it #sun in an empty room

[90ekz]

ive head this nagging thought in the back of my head that satoru has some kinda random spot on his body that’ll make him instantly pop a bone. I DONT KNOW JUST WORK WITH ME HERE PLS 🙏 i love your works btw 😘

✧ sweet spot, ft. satoru gojo

✧ tags: mostly fluff, whiny satoru, ‘baby’ as a nickname, did i say mostly fluff already??, dry humping, overstim, loser satoru cs he’s mushy and in love

✧ an: this idea is now living in my head and not paying rent, thanks a lot anon :/

satoru usually just does his own hair care, and he’s very meticulous about it. he wants everything to be clean and pristine—not that you weren’t capable of doing that for him, he’s just very, very dramatic. he didn’t even know this spot was sensitive until… literally now.

he’s standing in the bathroom as you brush your teeth, absentmindedly rubbing his hand over his growing undercut. he figured it was time for him to cut it anyway, but his arms were very sore from some training he’d done with the kids yesterday.

“babe.”

“y’esh?” he chuckled at your mouthful of the minty paste, and just waited for you to finish brushing. when you finally did, you turned to face him as he brushed his thumb over the white pooling on the corner of your mouth.

“can you cut my hair today? ‘arms are so sore.” satoru whined, his finger still tracing your lip lazily.

“have you washed it? i don’t need your lice transferring to me—ouch! okay, okay, plug in the clippers!” you giggled as he pinched your lip. the clippers rested on his side of the sink, and he plugged them in wordlessly. you stood behind him, lightly brushing the area with the small brush you know is the most comfortable for him. satoru sighs lightly as you do this, and his shoulders relax.

he didn’t know exactly what it was, but your hands felt different than his. you made him so sensitive usually anyway, but this was weird. his cheeks were heating, and everything was tingling, not just his neck.

and then you did it.

the clippers worked in upward strokes as you trimmed the hair down, and suddenly your thumb brushed over some magical pressure point of his. satoru felt pleasure shoot down his spine like he never had before, and a almost girly squeak slipped out before he could stop it. your eyes go wide and you remove the clippers from his neck. satoru is deathly still, and you watched color bloom over his cheeks in the mirror.

“…you okay sato’?” the nickname drips off your tongue like honey—so effortless, so intimate, and he hates that you decided to use it right now. he can’t take it. you’ve never called him that, and he can hear the amused tilt in your voice.

satoru gulps, because he doesn’t know what to say. how does he say that he wants you to keep going, to keep brushing over that exact spot so he can pinpoint exactly what that feeling was just now? he’s never felt anything like that when he cut his own hair…

he settles on a weak little “i’m fine, baby,” because frankly? he doesn’t trust himself to say any other words right now.

you give him a little smile in the mirror before your hands start working again, and you finally start getting somewhere with actually cutting his damn hair. he doesn’t feel anything out of the ordinary happen anymore, and now he’s finally cleanly shaven again like he likes. you did an exceptional job, and satoru peppers you with kisses as a reward.

he mostly stops thinking about it after this.

yeah, maybe the thought lingers in the back of his head for a few hours after, and maybe he stands in the bathroom rubbing his thumb over the back of his neck for a little longer than considered normal, but it was fine.

except for when you call him down to finish watching the movie you’d started earlier, and he’s laying on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. satoru isn’t even paying attention to what your hand is doing as he yaps about the plot of the film, and you listen.

“he’s a piece of shit! i mean, he stayed with his side piece on the plane, and made his wife drive in the snow? fuck mike ‘till it’s backwards.” satoru spits, his attention fully focused on the movie’s plot.

unlike you, who’s mind was still in the bathroom, cutting satoru’s hair.

you haven’t stopped thinking about the little noise he’d made as you’d accidentally pressed your finger over the nape of his neck, right where the hair started. he sounded so weak—so vulnerable, and you decided right then that you needed to hear much more of that.

your mind was now solely focused on one thing, and your hand was moving just as it was in the bathroom. you twirled your fingers around strands, until finally threading your fingers through his hair and giving a small tug. this tore a stuttered breath out of satoru, and you smiled. he’d gone a little more rigid against you, and his commentary had stopped as you payed so much attention to him. he was losing focus of the movie, too.

“b-babe,”

“hmm?” you hummed back, fingers now traveling from his hair to his lower neck, tracing small circles there. you knew what you were looking for, but why not tease a little first?

satoru couldn’t answer you if he tried—every word in his throat dies as you press down onto that spot once more, and he’s slamming his hand on-top of yours to make sure you don’t move it. he isn’t sure why he does that exactly, but why does it matter? why does anything matter when you’re touching him like this?

he can’t do this, just one press on his spot has his dick rising and stiff against your thigh, and even you can hardly believe it.

“sato.” you grip his hair to pull him off your chest, just enough to look at you. he whines from the mixture of the nickname and the sting of his scalp.

“b-baby, please.” satoru breathes. you know what he’s asking for, and you figured you’d done enough teasing for a while. you grin, rubbing your thumb back and forth over the pressure point back and forth, up and down, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he came just from this based on the sounds he was making. he hovers you, his arms barely holding his body up, and he’s heaving into your neck.

“breathe, satoru.”

“mmph—i will! i will, just please don’t stop,” satoru whines, his hips grinding down against your thigh. sure, this whole thing is embarrassing as hell, but he couldn’t help the cheeky grin that stretched across his face as you indulged him. as you ran your acrylics over the sensitive part of him, he dropped his head back into your shoulders, and his own started to shake violently.

he was laughing.

you were shocked by this, but you didn’t dare stop. at some point, you couldn’t help but snort a little as he grasped onto you. it was cute—the way his giggles melted into moans, the way he couldn’t control himself or his emotions in the moment. there were no coherent thoughts forming in his head except for fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

and you loved it that way.

#gojo x black reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk satoru #jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #black reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen satoru #satoru x black y/n #gojou satoru x you #satoru smut #syno’s picks 💌 #this idea is so funny to me #imagine just lightly touching the back of his neck bc you just like doing that and you’re a physical person and he just moans like LMAO #this also kinda goes into my touch starved gojo agenda but that’s a later convo 🫡

[taehyuncult]

needy series : jeong jaehyun

needy bf!jaehyun x fem!reader

warnings: slight manhandling (per usual), choking

low key idk what happened with me here , but i’m not upset

~ arisa ~

NSFW UNDER CUT , MINORS DNI

jaehyun has a hard time keeping his composure around you on a normal day, but when he’s feeling needy, oh goodness, good luck.

he doesn’t waste time, but he also won’t rush into things. he likes to take his time with you, making sure you know how deeply he loves you. as he gets needy, he moves to wherever you are and sits next to you. he’ll throw an arm around your shoulder, and start playing with your hair, something so subtle that nobody else would notice his desires.

gradually, he starts to add little tugs on your beautiful locks, and you already know what he’s thinking. running his hand through your hair, then gently up and down your arm, giving you goosebumps, already bringing a sort of tension to you as well.

he’ll sit you on his lap, with one hand around your hips, and the other resting on your thigh. his hand on your hip silently tugs at the hem of your pants, plays with your belt loop, and grips you tightly, but again, not enough for anyone to notice.

his hand on your thigh is drawing little circles. tracing the rip in your jeans, telling you, “why are we still here, let’s go somewhere, just the two of us.” he looks at you, eyes filled with lust, as if he’s on the verge of devouring you right then and there.

wherever you are, you won’t be there for long. jaehyun stands and excuses himself. you already know the drill. you already know he’s waiting for you in a vacant room, waiting to lock everyone out and indulge in his passion for you.

you soon excuse yourself, saying you need to go run errands, but that’ll have to wait. as you exit the room and round the corner, he’s already there waiting for you. he grabs your wrist and leads you into a dark empty room, and locks the door behind you. everything happens so quickly, you don’t even have time to process how you managed to end up with your back on the floor, and jaehyun on top of you.

his hand around your throat, he stares deeply into your eyes, pressing himself against you, as if he could get himself closer to you. lingering in the moment, you find yourself chasing for his lips, though he refuses to kiss you so soon. he wants to savor the moment of his girl underneath him, savor the dominance he feels, and how precious you look chasing after him.

you feel him grow against your leg as you try to capture his lips, knowing he’s about at his breaking point. finally he presses lips to yours, still not rushed. as if he has all the time in the world, as if he knows he can satisfy you with something so simple. passion filled kisses as he starts groping your breasts, earning small muffled moans from you.

suddenly he gets off of you, grabs the back of your neck and pulls you up with him. “open that pretty mouth of yours, show me how good you can use it” he says while unbuttoning his pants releasing his cock for you. as the obedient girl you are, you eagerly open and let him enter your mouth.

the sensation of your hand following your mouth moving in sync against him, has him letting out small grunts, with his deep husky voice. this is his breaking point. he starts thrusting himself deeper down your throat, making you choke on his intense size.

“god that pretty mouth feels so good baby, i’m gonna cum. don’t waste any of it okay?” he says as you look up at him with excited eyes. he fills your mouth, warm cum hitting the back of your throat as you swallow, making sure not to leave any behind.

“that was amazing baby, let me reward you” he says with a smirk, while unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down to your ankles. he’s intoxicated on you, and there’s nothing he loves more than the fact that he can leave you speechless simply with his tongue.

he slides your panties to your ankle, and with no warning, his tongue starts gliding across your clit. immediately hitting the perfect spots, he already has your back in an arch.

“so wet for me, good girl” he says before returning to your pussy. you do your best to hold in your moans, but his tongue is like pure ecstasy to you. about to meet your own climax, he pulls away, and thrusts himself into you, hard and deep.

“turn around pretty girl” obeying his command, settling yourself on your knees and forearms, as he enters again, enjoying how your ass moves when he slams his hips into you. one of his favorite things. “god you’re so good for me baby, keep quiet, don’t wanna get caught now do we?” your hand over your mouth, doing everything in your power to keep your moaning at bay.

an arc returning to your spine, he knows you’re about to hit your climax. “cum for me baby, tell me how good it feels” enticing you to release, he increases his pace and intensity. as the knot in your stomach unravels, he grins as he continues thrusting in and out of you.

“open up baby, let me fill that pretty mouth of yours again.” rolling back over and opening your mouth to him, he releases again into your mouth, a blissful sigh leaving his mouth. his needs satisfied by his love. “you’re so good for me baby” he says as he helps you get dressed, “let’s get home so i can get you cleaned up” he says, eyes now shining at you, full of love and passion.

you take his hand after he gets himself dressed, and the two of you leave to return home. a night full of love with your man… and maybe a couple more rounds ;)

#arisa’s hard thoughts #admin.arisa;) #tyunscult #kpop #nctzen #nct smut #nct 127 hard hours #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct #nct hard thoughts #nct jaehyun #nct jeong jaehyun #nct jaehyun smut #jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jeong jaehyun #jeong jaehyun hard hours #jeong jaehyun smut #nct 127 jaehyun #jaehyun nct #jaehyun nct smut #jaehyun scenarios #jeong jaehyun scenarios #nct jaehyun scenarios

[rimunagenius]

(HC) Post Draft!Kate Martin

NSFW!!

You had no idea they were calling Kate’s name

you had hoped but when it happened you honestly couldn’t breathe

“With the 18th pick in the 2024 WNBA Draft, The Las Vegas Aces select, Kate Martin.” Tears.

Immediately had tears running down your face, hugging Kate.

Her grip on you tight but quick, her anxious to get through hugging everyone there supporting her, and to get up on the stage and accept the honor and reward that came with her hard work.

You recording her interview, crying with Jada, and Gabbie.

At the after party, taking pictures and celebrating, Kate was drunk on her happiness and high of being drafted, and the alcohol, that she wouldn’t stop touching you

holding your hand, rubbing her hand up and down your thigh, “i love you’s” leaving her mouth like a flowing river

it was like this for hours until you both decided to call it a night

you were so happy and equally as drunk, you sang her praises and welcomed the touch happily

“I’m so proud of you, baby” you whispered in her ear, unbelievably close to Kate

“Yeah? Wanna show me?” You placed you hand on her cheek, smiling.

Staring into her eyes

“I think i’m gonna call it a night, Kate?” You had to turned to Caitlin and your friends, and then asking Kate if she had been ready to go

“Yeah, i have interviews and pods tomorrow. Congrats Cait, i’m so proud of you, i love you guys.”

your goodbye along the same lines and the second you and Kate got into the uber it was game over

the poor uber driver watching two women make out like there was no tomorrow oh how i would’ve loved to be a fly on the wall :(

stumbling through the door of your hotel room, you and Kate had literally been eating eachothers faces that’s a gross description but trust…that’s what it looked like

“Oh, my god. You looked so hot holding that jersey, baby.” You whispered as you kissed down Kate’s neck, your thighs squeezing together at the thought

“m so proud of you.” you were already sliding her blazer off, kicking your shoes off and her doing the same

“yeah?” she sighed as she grabbed your face and kissed you, walking you back towards the bed

“mhm. my pretty girl.” you knew Kate had a thing for praise

lived for it. she wouldn’t admit it but god did she love when you told her how good she was doing and how pretty she looked doing it

her face turned a bright shade of red, igniting a hunger in her to please

and boy did she please

“your turn.” you flipped you guys over…you on top

Kate is def a bottom…changed my mind…you can’t! HA!

“I wasn’t don—“ You cut Kate off with a kiss

“What? You think my hot girlfriend is gonna be the only one giving the action? As much as I loved what you do with your hands, baby….you love what I do with my mouth..” You trailed kisses down her body, almost at your dream destination

“Oh, is that so?” She giggled, attempting to grab at your bare hips.

“Yeah it is. Want me to bring up last night when you cried?” your lips pressing soft kisses to her thighs

Her face turned pink, and her breath hitched. How could she forget the tears you brought to her face from the multiple orgasms?

You both were going at it all night. and i mean alllll nightttttt.

“Oh, my god. That was—“ You rolled into her side, your head resting on her chest.

“Yeah. It was.” Her arm pulling you closer.

“Holy shit. Is that daylight?” You looked across from you both, the blinds cracked.

“I think it is, sunshine.” Kate and you laughed but damn near cried at how you were going to get little to no sleep….damn her looking so hot while getting drafted

didn’t want to go too far into detail bc that’ll be spoiling a little part of my Kate Martin series ;)))

#tumblrpost #kate martin #writers on tumblr #kate martin wlw #kate martin headcannons #kate martin x reader #women’s basketball masterlist #wnba #iowa wbb #kate martin smut #wlw masterlist #sapphic wlw #wlw fanfic #wlw yearning #wlw headcanons #wlw community #wlw post #wlw blog #wlw love #wlw #wlw ns/fw #wlw smut

[carmenberzattosgf]

dword thoughts that border on sugar dword but also no not really LMFAO

i picture that once the bear takes off, carmen gets some more money and i believe that he'd be pretty frugal with it lowkey (ignore his stupid designer plain white shirts) but when it comes to you? that shit does NOT matter he likes spoiling you

when he's feeling confident/cocky, he'd give you his card and a kiss to your cheek, muttering something like "why don't you go buy something nice to wear f'me?" and once he's sat on the edge of the bed, watching you model whatever outfit you chose (dress, skirt, swimsuit, lingerie WHATEVER he's eating that shit up) he's smiling "look so pretty, baby. and you used daddy's card, right? good girl..."

same applies to nails or makeup, gotta use daddy's card fr...and he's always giddy to see your pretty nails wrapped around his cock, that new lipstick you bought smeared around the base of it -💫

💫 ANON. OH MY GOSH. WNGWHAGW. I’m going to restrain myself from over typing bc I still gotta cook on the other ask you sent tomorrow

Content warning: dword ( as you can tell)

YEAH. Once the bear takes off? he will buy you anything you want. You don’t even have to ask for it. If he as so much as hears you mention wanting something he’s going to buy it for you.

And him giving you his card… PLEASE. It’s early morning and you’re standing in the kitchen as he scrambles to get ready for work. He’s about to run out the door, but he stops to grab his wallet, pulling out his card.

“Why don’t you go and buy something nice to wear for me, yeah?” He placed the card on the countertop next to your morning cup of coffee before giving you a kiss on the cheek. He’s out the door before you can try to protest.

You don’t go too overboard with his card. You buy a dress, a skirt, and a black lace lingerie set. Carmy gets home earlier than you expected that night. “You’re home early,” you say, hopping off the couch to greet him with a hug.

“I left Sydney to hold down the fort herself. Wanted to see you sooner.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you show me what you bought?”

Carmy sits in front of you on the foot of the bed as you model your new skirt, and then your dress. “It’s been awhile since I’ve bought a dress. Do you like this one? I couldn’t decide between this one and another one.”

“You used daddy’s card, right?” Heat pulses through you as the nickname slips through his lips.

“Y-yes. I did.”

“Then you should’ve bought them both, baby. I wouldn’t have minded. It’s my job to spoil you.”

“I’ll get it next time, then. Do you like this one, though?”

“Of course, baby. You look gorgeous. Always so pretty for me. Did you get anything else?”

Without a word, you slip off the dress to reveal the lingerie set underneath. “I got this just for you, daddy.”

He groans at your words. “Such a good girl, aren’t you. Lay down on the bed for me. Good girls get rewards.”

DUDE THE NAILS PART. Carmy loves your nails so fucking much. The way they feel in his hair, or scratching down his back. When it’s time to get a new set you go to Carmy for his opinion.

“What color should I get for my nails next, Carm?” You watch him think for a second. Right now, a light baby pink is on your nails.

“How about wine red? That’ll look really pretty.”

That’s exactly the shade you pick at the nail salon. Before you head home, though, you make a quick stop at Sephora to pick out a matching lip stick shade. You apply the lipstick in the car so Carmy will see it right as you walk through the door.

“I got my nails done the color you suggested,” you hold out your hands in front of you to show off your nails. It took him a second, but he finally took his eyes off of your lips and looked at your hands. “I liked the color so much I went out and got a matching lip stick. Don’t worry—I used your card for it, too.”

Carmy takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to give your hand a kiss. “Good girl.”

It’s not long before you find yourself kneeling down in front of Carmy on the couch, with a pillow under your knees. His gaze is focused on your hand as you pump his cock. Carmy’s head falls back in a groan as you kiss the tip, leaving behind a smudge of lip stick.

Carmen’s head doesn’t stay tipped back for long, lifts his head just in time you watch you sink your mouth down on his cock. “Shit—baby,” he sighs. He watches with his mouth agape as your maroon-red lips move. You take him all the way down to the base, gagging slightly as his cock hits the back of your throat.

His hand is in the back of your hair, pulling you off his cock. Carmy’s worried he hurt you. “You alright sweetheart?”

A string of spit is still on your lips as you blink up at him. The lipstick you have on is smeared all over your mouth. The rest of your lipstick had transferred onto the base of his cock. “I’m fine— want you to come in my mouth. Please.”

“My poor little girl is a bit cock-drunk isn’t she?”

“N-need it. Use me, please.”

Carmy’s hand in your hair shoves you right back down on his cock. Both of his hands collect your hair into a pony tail as he begins to fuck your throat. The size of his cock has you gagging around him. The squeeze of your throat around his length makes sinful moans leave his mouth.

“Such a good girl for daddy—fuck. Taking daddy’s cock so well down your throat. Gonna make me cum. You want that? Want me to cum down your throat?”

You let out a moan in response and Carmy’s done for, spilling down your throat with broken groans. He pulls you up off of your knees the second he’s finished, bringing you into a kiss.

Let’s just say… he’s eager to get you to bed to return the favor…

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fanfiction #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut #carmy berzatto #carmy bear #the bear smut #brain rot

[agendabymooner]

sweet spoiled schatzi ! sebastian v. x ofc (filipino!ofc)

summary: there’s nothing more rewarding for bel and sebastian’s patience than a gift in a form of a two-year-old.

content warning: tooth-rotting fluff, mentions/talks of infertility and struggling to conceive, adoption and immigration. made-up article at the beginning and messages in the instagram post (full view to read it clearly) uncle mick!!!!! introducing our new character: little kimuel vettel <3

note: i need some sugary content so i made this sweet little blurb

masterlist

liked by mickschumacher, lewishamilton, ginaschumacher

user1 OMG WELL DESERVED 🫶

user2 KIMI IS HIS NAME TOO 😭 i love that so much

user3 when mother is now mothering

lewishamilton looking forward to spoiling that little man ❤️ liked by belongvettel

belongvettel he already is spoiled 😂 seb hasn’t stopped with the constant scrolling through the f1 store website and telling me that “kimi needs this team’s car”

lewishamilton don’t worry, i’ll make sure kimi collects all of his mini mercedes cars and merch 😉 all for free

user4 grid’s new favourite vettel liked by belongvettel

ginaschumacher ughhhh what are the chances of me dropping by to say hi to him?

belongvettel seb says high chances 😁 you’re welcome to see kimi any time, tita gina!!!

user5 a new scuderia ferrari driver???

belongvettel seb would have to wait in the next thirty years before he can put kimi in a formula one car 😅

mickschumacher i can’t wait to introduce angie to him!!!

belongvettel i’m certain she and hi-ro will be the bestest friends of kimi!!!

liked by lance_stroll, charles_leclerc, georgerussell63

user1 UNCLE MACKIE— i might die of diabetes bc that is soooo sweet

belongvettel he was so excited seeing you mick! you’ve been a good godfather to him so far and i hope it stays like that forever ❤️ liked by mickschumacher

ginaschumacher i wasn’t aware we were allowed to do matching shoes with the little man 🤨

mickschumacher hehehe 🙈

user2 a little scooter for little seb. i repeat: little scooter for little seb 🥶

lance_stroll i’m gonna one up you next time mick 😈

mickschumacher i’d like to see you try; i’m the best uncle so far, according to kimi himself 😊

charles_leclerc i’m also gonna one up you mick; i’m gonna get the little man a tiny piano so he and i can play together😁

lewishamilton sorry guys i already sent some mercedes merch otw to switzerland so there’s really no point of trying if uncle lewis already won 🏆

user3 are the drivers just going to compete to win over little kimi’s heart???

user4 as of this point you might as well do the donut with him in the car- see how that’ll turn out for you all 🤣

#formula one fanfiction #formula one fic #formula one imagine #formula one x oc #formula one smau #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 smau #f1 fluff #f1 fanfic #f1 instagram au #formula one x reader #formula one au #formula one fluff #sebastian vettel fluff #sebastian vettel imagine #sebastian vettel fic #sebastian vettel blurb #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel instagram au #sebastian vettel fanfic #seb vettel fic #sv5 #sebastian vettel smau #red bull racing imagine #scuderia ferrari imagine #formula one dad #sebastian vettel x ofc

[pokegalla]

Another trade of the classic multiparted headcanons on my blog! But this time?

With the creepy bois✨ (Plus first post of headcanons for them! :D)

Trade/Requested by @tryslogic

(Warning: Slight nsfw and damn near borderline all things considered with these guys-)

How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o!

Jeff:

* Bruh. Without a fucking doubt- this goddamn horndog. Walk him with a leash-

* He would sneak up on you and hug you from behind before just giving a big ass squeeze- you’d bonk him but that’ll just make him laugh. He’ll use your damn chest like a stress ball, having a shit eating grin because he just KNOWS how much of an asshole he’s being. (And he knows you just love him too much 😌✨)

* In private it technically can get pretty fluffy surprisingly. Using your chest like a pillow after a long day of killing? God it’s heaven sent to him. Just hope he isn’t too messy though- but of course he isn’t letting the opportunity go to waste to tease you. Littering your neck and chest with love marks? Drives him CRAZY. Yeah you ain’t walking if he’s in that mood-

* And man you are just a glutton for punishment if you wearing a boob window- he loves the view but he HATES how the others are gawking at you. You end up getting pulled to the side. “Fucking tease….better start screaming my name. I want them to hear who you belong too~”

* He’s a little possessive and protective buuuut in a more heartfelt way surprisingly. Will he admit it? Over his dead body-

Eyeless Jack:

* Ah now here’s a more respectable guy. For a kidney eating demon, he respects boundaries! He’s a monster but not THAT kind-

* Noooot saying he wouldn’t stare though. I mean kinda hard not to yknow? He’d probably tease you quietly about how good you’re looking right now. But he would never just outright just….grab it. Like why??? (Honestly he could though. Sneaky boi-)

* But in private he is WAY more snuggly. Hope you don’t mind black streaks on your shirts. Because he is diving into those twin peaks✨ he feels so safe in your arms….he can’t help but wrap his arms around your waist. You might be stuck for quite awhile. But in the meantime? You get a chance to see him without the mask! And you can’t skip out on that now can you~?

* Now here’s where you end up tipping the scale with him: Boob window. God you just look so good in it. He is biting his lip and even starts whispering teases in your ear. “Tryna grab my attention that badly~? It might just work~” I know yall definitely had a quickie in the forest. Hope you kept quiet~✨

* Overall he’s just a pretty chill guy! Who just can’t resist you~✨

Laughing Jack:

* Ok there’s no sugarcoating this. This is the worst motherfucker here. And THE biggest tease. FOR FUN-

* Does not help if you wear layers, his lanky ass arms will always manage to slip through. And his big ass grin just tells you he KNOWS this is pissing you off so he honks it before laughing like a maniac. He boops your cheek though to show you he’s just playing around.

* In private….I mean not much of a difference? Well other then straight up picking you up to plop his chin in your cleavage and looking up at you with a smirk. Orrrr having your chest on his head like a damn hat- he can’t really snuggle like the others without the risk of stabbing you with that sharp ass nose 💦 but he makes due with what he can✨

* Now the boob window he will SHAMELESSLY stare and even TUG on it to see more- “Heh~ What a pretty little view~ Might as well show it all~” and that bastard actually teases you to the point of being needy. He finds it amusing. But at least he’ll reward his little doll in the end~✨

* He just loves messing with you but really that’s just how he shows you his love✨

#my writing #self insert #funny #cute #fluffy headcanons #sfw #jeff the killer x reader #eyeless jack x reader #laughing jack x reader #creepypasta hcs #writing trade #request answered

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the kind of contestants they’d be on shitty romance reality tv

gender neutral reader

ISAGI YOICHI!

the shy boy everyone ends up rooting for!

It’s hard to not fall in love with Isagi! Sure, he’s not the one that immediately takes the crowd by storm at his first appearance, and it might take him a little bit before people can actually tell him apart from the show’s other contestants. But Isagi proves himself to be a genuine, hard-working boy, and his bright smile and innocent eyes cements him as the “sweet boy next door” archetype. His love is quiet, strong, and fulfilling—even if he gets terribly embarrassed and flushes a bright red every time the show’s hosts tease him about how he has a little crush on you! 

DATES: Casual dates! He loves taking you out for coffee or snacks. He’s less occupied with what the two of you are doing than he is at getting to know you better. While he might look like nothing short of the perfect gentleman, his heart is threatening to beat out of his ribcage the entire time. Maybe if he’s feeling courageous, Isagi will take your hand in his hand when your fingertips brush against his.

BACHIRA MEGURU!

life of the party!

Not afraid to ever speak his mind, Bachira knows how to make an impression on the audience. He’s bright, bubbly, and fun! He’s exactly the kind of contestant that everyone’s dying to partner up with, and once he finds someone he likes, he refuses to let anybody else tempt him. Bachira loves showering you with affection, regardless of whether or not there are cameras on him. He can get pretty handsy too, so he’s sure to keep an arm slung around your waist or pull you onto his lap whenever he gets the opportunity. Still, much like his name, his attraction towards you is as sweet as honey!

DATES: Bachira usually doesn’t have a preference as long as you’re with him. But he loves getting a little active, be it a casual game of beach volleyball or even chasing you around the show’s dorms. If you get him to open up enough, he’ll gladly take you out on a date to his mom’s art gallery, where you can share a heartfelt moment with him. If you want to try your hand at painting, he’ll eagerly join you too!

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE!

knight-in-shining-armor!

Kunigami takes everyone’s breath away at his first appearance, thanks to his absolutely sculpted body and smoldering eyes, but he’s quick to break down his seemingly aloof character due to how noble he is. He’s always treating you to nice things, making sure you’re doing alright, and speaking up for you whenever any of the other contestants try to start unprompted fights. He’s a refreshing change to all the petty catfights and squabbles that usually entail shitty reality TV, and him taking care of you is his way of proving to both you and everyone watching that his heart belongs to you and you only. 

DATES: Nothing can beat a good spa day with Kunigami! He’ll wow you with all the cosmetic skills he’s picked up from his sister, and it’s hard to not feel flattered when he wraps an arm around your torso and pulls you in for a secret cuddle while the two of you unwind. He probably gets a little shy when you yank your robe down to reveal skin, mumbling under his breath about how he wishes the cameras weren’t there so he can have you all to himself.

CHIGIRI HYOMA!

one of the girls!

Chigiri can take a bit of time to warm up to. Blunt, moody, but horribly irresistible, he’s the pretty boy contestant that everyone ends up coveting. But once he knows that you’re genuinely interested in him, he’ll reward your perseverance by opening up bit-by-bit. He has such an ambitious but polite personality that time flies by like nothing around him, and other couples are practically seething at how the two of you magically attract the spotlight wherever you go. He’s sure to become a contestant that’ll influence social media and the show’s seasons to follow through the sheer power of his ice cold beauty.

DATES: Chigiri really hates having people all up in his personal business despite being on a reality TV show, so he prefers dates where he can slip away with you. Late night walks are the perfect way for him to unwind with you at his side, and the wind is a perfect excuse to get you to touch his hair. He loves aimlessly wandering around talking about whatever he wants with you, and he’s sure to send you off with a goodnight kiss.

SEISHIRO NAGI!

teddy bear!

It’s honestly a mystery as to how someone as unmotivated as Nagi ended up as a contestant, but once you get past his listless moods, he’s adorable boyfriend material. He might not be the best dressed or the most energetic, but there’s something so awfully intimate about the way he constantly has you scooped up in his arms or how he gets all grumpy when another contestant takes an interest in you. He’s also bound to make jaws DROP when the inevitable shirtless episode happens, and everyone finds out that he’s packing a body of straight muscle underneath all of his sweaters and baggy pants.

DATES: Nagi wants to stay in 100% of the time. His idea of a good time is curling up in his bed with a movie or a game on and not giving a shit about what everyone else is doing. If you’re feeling peckish, you can usually get him to cave into going outside for a bit by tickling. Although be careful—getting all handsy under the covers goes both ways, and the cameras are eager to pick up on any lovin’ happening!

ITOSHI RIN!

hey, emo boy! hey, hey, hey, emo boy!

Rin makes waves as an almost antagonistic contestant throughout the show. He’s not here to play nice, and if people have an issue with his personality, then they’re clearly not meant to be his partner. He only wants someone that’s worthy of his attention, and when you win his heart over, Rin is nothing but an absolutely lovestruck puppy. It gives the audience a little whiplash to see him snarling at someone and then get all sappy with you at the drop of a hat, but it only adds to his moe-like charm. Being so young, he’s awfully new to love, so it doesn’t take much to make him an endearing love interest once his walls come down.

DATES: He’s fine with anything as long as you drag him around. Window shopping downtown and chowing down on any snacks that catch your fancy is all he really wants. He’ll pay for anything that catches your eye and carry all your bags. He swears he’s having a good time, even though he’s walking around with his lips pressed into the thin line the entire date. And you know he is, given how he trails after you like you’re his lifeline.

YUKIMIYA KENYU!

prince charming!

Yukimiya is the picture perfect man. Not only is he attentive, attractive, and alluring, he’s also mild-mannered but still firm. He’ll open doors for you and shower you with compliments, and his attention to detail easily earns him a place as the audience’s favorite. Yukimiya does have a bit of a competitive streak though, which means it’s a bad idea for any of the other contestants to take him lightly. He’s not afraid to throw his weight around if it means impressing you, and he’ll take down his rivals with that beaming model smile on his face. He’s romantic and an all-around good guy, even if his jealous streak does lead to some steamy behind-the-scenes moments.

DATES: If the weather allows it, Yukimiya would love to take you ice skating! Nothing screams romantic to him more than skating with you hand-in-hand. It’s alright if you’re a complete beginner; he’ll firmly plant his hands around your hips and teach you the techniques. If you prefer to hang off of his arm and sneak kisses to warm up his cold cheeks, he’s down for that too. It also goes without saying that a generous cup of hot chocolate is guaranteed to follow, with him poking fun at your whipped cream mustache after your first sip.

KURONA RANZE!

dream come true!

Kurona’s striking appearance does him some favors in the beginning, but his strong points are his loyalty. He’s someone who stays true to his decisions, which includes his choice in a partner, and his fierce loyalty could turn anyone green with envy. Definitely the kind of contestant that everyone drools over through the duration of the show, and his 100% boyfriend material personality ensures that he wiggles his way into your heart without any difficulties. No worries though, because he’s had his eye on you since day one!

DATES: Kurona’s always wanted to take you out on a picnic date, where he can escape the spotlight and really get to spend some quality time with you. He’ll wake up early to make sandwiches and all of your favorite snacks, and he gets a little shy when you compliment him so highly for his efforts. Really, he’s willing to do whatever it takes if it means you’ll be happy, so you can expect for him to go all out on you again.

SENDOU SHUTO!

no bitches?

Sendou is a lot to take in. He’s very eager to find someone, to say the least, and his pathetic nature does hold its charms. But if you want your personal cheerleader who has eyes for no one but you, Sendou’s the contestant for you! His jaw drops every time you have a costume change, and he gets all awfully pouty if he thinks you haven’t been giving him the attention he’s due. He’ll also try to flirt with you often, even if it’s only his effort that’s being appreciated by the audience, only to become completely gobsmacked when you turn around and flirt right back at him. He’s completely wrapped around your finger, and the crowd never fails to gobble it up!

DATES: Sendou’s never dated anyone before, so any first date-esque date is perfect for him! He likes amusement parks because he always talks bravely but ends up needing to hold your hand for every scary roller coaster he comes across. But you’ll make it up to him by sharing some treats with him, and once he gets in the groove, Sendou will even win you a cute stuffed animal from one of the rigged carnival games! Just… don’t ask how many tries it actually took him.

OLIVER AIKU!

nice guys finish last!

Oh, it would be so easy to lie and say that someone like Aiku isn’t worth your time, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s definitely a flirt and a playboy, soaking up the attention that everyone douses him in, but as much as you hate him, you have to admit that he’s irritatingly handsome. But past all the flirting and sultry gazes is someone who wants to find a true partner, and if you give him a chance, Aiku knows better than to squander it. Besides, he’s a team player and dependable when things really boil down, and his inclination towards whoredom is just a little added spice to your relationship! 

DATES: Aiku always insists on a beach date (totally not because he wants to see you in a skimpy swimsuit or anything…), but he’s also totally chill with a homey ramen shop date too! He’ll goad you into trying some of his spicy ramen, and he’ll buy you ice cream afterwards because he feels bad for pressuring you. There’s no better end to the date than a few hours at karaoke and a late night drive back, where there’s bound to be some making out before he drops you off.

MICHAEL KAISER!

king queen bee!

Kaiser is hot stuff, and he knows it. He’s easily the most irritating contestant in the history of contestants, yet… you can’t help but be attracted to his horrible swagger and stunning looks. Kaiser’s bound to tease the hell out of you once he knows you like him, but he really isn’t one to talk. His crush on you is as obvious as daylight, and he spends the entirety of the show doing the most to impress you. Whether it’s lounging around shirtless or somehow always catching you alone, it’s like the two of you were meant to be. Well, duh, Kaiser won’t accept anyone but the best as his lover, and he’s determined to have you!

DATES: An expensive dinner at a nice restaurant where he can pamper the living hell out of you with that wallet of his followed by a few drinks at a fancy bar is his bread and butter. He also buys you your outfit, and he knows the producers of the show will let him because, c’mon, who doesn’t love a little bit of money spending? Kaiser loves it when you play hard to get, and winning you over with pricey gifts is only the start of his courtship.

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #kunigami rensuke #chigiri hyoma #seishiro nagi #itoshi rin #yukimiya kenyu #kurona ranze #sendou shuto #oliver aiku #michael kaiser #x reader #my writing #guess whos been watching a lot of shitty tv . me bitch

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OKAY LISTEN, Link Headcannons 😍😍 I’m so into that man, like, I’m gonna be writing 1027329328 fanfics of him one day but lets start slow 🙏 (nsfw marked blue)

𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹:

- The way he’d be so loving and put you first. Like, of course he has to be out a lot saving the world and whatever, but I can imagine him coming back and immediately tend to your needs, ask you if your hungry, and take absolute care of you

- He’ll be kinky as hell. Like unbelievably. But at the same time, he’ll be gentle and make sure you want to do what he wants first because he’s such a gentleman. But when you say he can do whatever he’ll be so into it, oh my god. He’s so the type to be into begging. And the type of man that’ll whisper in your ear what he’s going to do to you. Oh, and I bet he’s a teaser. He’s definitely the type that wants you absolutely under his control, doing what he wants, and calling you a good girl when you listen. He doesn’t seem like a punisher to me, but I believe he’d do small ones. Like picking you up and fucking you until you lose all control and you can’t tell him when to stop. He’d punish you in ways that make you a mess. Not spanking, but biting you and marking you in obvious places so you have to walk around with it, and see it for yourself.

- I think he’d be so affectionate. He’d come home and instantly give you a hug and a kiss. He’s the type of person that if you’re watching a movie together, he’d want to be snuggled under a blanket together. He’d always want to be the big spoon when sleeping because he’d love the feeling of his arms around your waist, or just around you in general. Link would be the type of guy that always wants a kiss, but is either too shy to ask, or wants to wait until you want one.

- He loves cooking for you. I mean, in the game, Link hums when he cooks and looks so happy when he gets something really good, so I can imagine him being more excited in a relationship. Like if you come home and he’s cooking, he’d be stirring and humming, and telling you what he’s making. And whenever you cook, he’ll either help or be pouty because he wanted to.

- He’d be so gentle during sex. But in a “I don’t want to hurt you” way, not in a “this is how i like it” way. He would totally fuck you however you want if you just tell him. He prefers something between rough, but he wouldn’t mind being rougher with you if you wanted it. Or if you wanted him to be gentle, he’d do that too.

- He’s 100% the fingering in public type, or whenever he wants to. If you messed with him, as in trying to tease and turn him on in public, he wouldn’t care where you’re at. He’d start rubbing your clit through your clothes, or maybe even try to slip a finger in if you’re wearing a skirt. He’d also be the type to get embarrassed about it later, as if he wasn’t in your ear talking about how wet you were 10 minutes ago.

- He’d love picking out outfits for you or going shopping with you. If you asked him to pick anything he wants you to wear, he’d get so excited over it. He would be in your closet for hours, trying to see what combination is best and what looks great on you (which is a struggle because he thinks everything looks great on you). And when shopping he’d excitedly ask you if you like this, if you want that. He’d also ask you if you think this or that looks good on him or not. He’d be like a little kid looking at stuff from the windows and smiling.

- He wouldn’t be hugely into you wearing lingerie. I mean, he wouldn’t complain if you did, he just prefers seeing you naked when he fucks you. He would like a particular type though. Mainly like a lace robe, because he can take it off easy and still see everything with it on. He’d tell you how pretty and sexy you look in it, and then ask you politely if he can fuck you however he wants today before taking it off. He’d be the type that’ll reward you for wearing one he likes, or looking pretty for him.

#link x reader #link x fem!reader #totk link #botw link #link loz #headcanon #link headcanon #smut headcanons #fluff headcanons #relationship headcanons #link smut #link fluff #link rambles #link

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carnation | part iii | poly!yautja x reader

A/N: here it is: the prodigal Birth Scene. turn back now if you’re uncomfy w the themes and topics at hand, and please please please mind the content warnings!

this chapter is actually the shortest bc it was actually combined with part ii at first, but i split them due to the aforementioned warning. part iv will be out eventually, i don’t have much of it outlined, so i’m still deciding what to do with it.

summary: the big day.

word count: 3,206

content: 18+, fem!afab!reader, polyamorous relationship (F/M/M/M/M/M), reverse harem, pregnant!reader, pregnancy, labor, graphic birth descriptions, delivery, breastfeeding, newborn yautja pup!!

← part ii part iv (finale) →

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You reach 12 months. It’s exhausting, but it’s finally happened. An entire year of pregnancy. It’s surreal.

It feels like your body has reached its limit. Your belly is crowded, full and taut, a large dome of pup and flesh that hangs low. It forces you to hunch slightly, and when you stand or walk you have to support the stretchmark-laden underside with your hand. It often astounds you at how heavy the girth of your middle is, how you feel your pup shift and press against your hands when you rub it.

The same can be said of your breasts. They hadn’t grown too much in the remaining month or so, but they certainly got heavier. Even the “milking sessions” (God, the term makes you feel like a cow) every other day, it did nothing to relieve the ache in your shoulders and back your drooping tits caused.

You promised yourself that once you give birth to this pup, you’re treating yourself and laying on your stomach. It’s been too long, and your back has earned the reward.

Overall, you feel so big and heavy and full that you’re tired all the time and sleep constantly, but in sharp contrast you’ve begun to go through huge nesting stretches. Instinct screams at you to prep for the upcoming arrival, and you get so restless that you’re equal parts exhausted and energetic.

Sometimes, you’re so antsy and fidgety that you arrange then rearrange your pups nest over and over again. Like your mates’ beds, the “crib” is really just a dip in the ground padded by furs and downy feathers. Although the one for your pup is much smaller, only able to hold the newborn that’ll sleep there, curled up. Pups, almost like kittens, will squeeze themselves in tiny spaces for the first year or so until they inevitably co-sleep with their bearer, much like humans do.

It’s hard to get sleep on the days when nesting becomes your main priority— because you just have to make your pup’s space perfect— that your mates have to bribe you to their beds. Usually it involves some level of seduction and a promise of sex (of course, very careful sex by now), but sometimes they’re able to guide you away, forcing you to succumb to your sleepiness.

—

“Come now, little mate.” Th’chi purrs, grabbing you by your forearms. You sigh, forcing yourself to drop the furs in your hands. He’d been trying to pry you away from your pup’s nest for hours now, beckoning you to go to sleep. The luar-ke had risen from the horizon, glowing proudly at the peak of the sky.

“I know, I just...” You try to argue, weakly gesturing at the unfinished, disheveled mess that you’re attempting to make into a nest, “It needs to be perfect, Th’chi.”

You know deep down that you’re being fairly illogical, the nesting drive is hyperbolizing the state of the tiny bed of furs, but it’s hard to remind yourself of that. Your pup needs a nest, it isn’t finished, and you’re becoming upset. Th’chi scents your rising distress and whickers.

“The furs are some of the finest, I should know because I took their beast’s th’syra.” He states, nuzzling your cheek with his mandibles. You make a whining groan in your throat, gesturing at the nest again. Before you can protest with the same excuse he and all your other mates have heard near daily now, Th’chi swoops you up into his arms.

“Th’chi! You bastard! Put me down!” You shout, smacking him on his brawny chest and shoulders as he transports you bridal style to his yurt. He only clicks in amusement, playfully snapping at your hands with his mandibles if they get too close. It has you gasping and laughing, pinching his tresses in retaliation.

He growls when you do, narrowing his bright yellow eyes at you as his pupils eclipse them. You smirk knowingly in his arms, gliding a gentle hand up and down his chest. His quad-heartbeat thrums beneath your palm. You wink. His grip on you tightens possessively.

When Th’chi finally sets you down in his bed, he’s already begun emitting his dia-shui, to which you gladly accept his advances.

It’s a long night.

—

A week later, it wakes you up.

Your abdomen tenses, a tightness that pulls the breath from your lungs and has your eyes snapping open. Any remnant of sleep vanishes from you in an instant. The tight feeling intensifies, turning painful, and you can’t prevent the soft Oh! from escaping you.

Laying beside you, Bhu’kei wakes to your startled gasp. Immediately, his eyes dart to you, how you’ve sat up in bed, how you grip your belly. He can see your abdominal muscles work, your womb distorted as it flexes to expel the pup inside it. The wide-eyed, pained look on your face tells him everything else. Sweat perspires at your brow, already your body is anticipating what’s to come.

“Mate.” Bhu’kei states firm, pulling your attention from the white hot pain to him. You whimper, panting, turning your attention to him. The contraction ceases, receding like the tide. It leaves you tingling and throbbing. You swallow.

“I think it’s time.” You whisper a hoarse reply, and like clockwork or coincidental magic, wetness gushes from your core, soaking your thighs and blanket in warm, semi-clear liquid. Then another contraction thunders through your hips and you yelp.

Bhu’kei roars to alert the others.

—

You shriek into Ap-tui’s chest, sweat rolling down your temples, dripping at your chin. Your wet eyebrows cinch tight together, tears form at the corners of your squeezed-shut eyes. Another brutal, merciless contraction squeezes at your abdomen, your uterus forcing the mass of your pup down— down against your taut cervix.

At the brief interlude of the contraction waning, you manage to gulp in air before another seizes you— Stronger, longer than the last. You wail in crescendo, your lower core ignited; Stabbing flames. You push.

Your cunt bulges, vulva swollen and burning, the crown of your newborn beginning to emerge from your slit. You can feel the squirming mass of your pup slip down. It’s excruciating. His head threatens at the cradle of your sex.

A scream tears at your overexerted throat, tears rolling down your hot face. Bawling, you press your cheek as flush as possible to Ap-tui’s abdomen, like being close to him will give him the strength he possesses. Strength you need, strength that is so so hard to upkeep, and you exhaust yourself, pushing subsiding.

You’d been deadlocked in active labor for six hours now. Contractions had started three before that. It’s become more and more difficult since.

“Keep going.” Faintly, you hear Bhu’kei encourage, and it manages to jumpstart you into the next contraction. Groaning loudly, you heave and push with all your might, the burning of your sex a motivator to get. This. Pup. Out.

Your hands grip Ap-tui’s biceps like there’s no tomorrow, so tight you’re sure you must be splitting his mahogany hide with your nails. If you are, he pays it no heed, only purring and occasionally clicking out a reassurance. He holds you in position— a low squat optimal for delivery, bearing most of your weight for you— and his steady presence is necessary.

A large paw comes to rest on the low of your trembling back, and you recognize it to be Ta’kaa’s. The weight of his heavy palm is centering. You cling to his warmth. 

It’s hardly enough to dispel any of the pain, but he’s so important to you. They all are.

All around you— screaming and squatting on a pile of old furs strewn about the floor, pushing out a bowling ball from your womb— your mates stand in support, chittering and rumbling amongst themselves. Sometimes Van’chaa will pace or Bhu’kei will run a scan or Th’chi will offer you words of encouragement. They are all hyperaware, antsy and restless on their feet. Ap-tui is the only one completely still, he is your rock.

But they’re all there. That in itself is transcendent. 

Yautja males do not linger during the gestation of their pups. Yautja males do not stick around for the births of their pups. Females do not allow them to. They evolve to mate, then move on. Yet here are your mates, aiding you with delivery, having waited the whole time.

They wait and watch their oomani-di win her Chiva.

The pup has dropped lower, his head a firm and foreign object breaching the opening of your core. He’s so large, and it feels like birthing him is splitting you in two. You push with the unforgiving contraction, attempting to make allies with it, and screaming into Ap-tui’s belly. The pup shifts, and its the strangest sensation of your vagina being stretched to the limit and the pup exiting your womb.

“Little sain’ja.”

One of your mates purrs, you’re too focused on the feeling of the head passing your labia to make out who.

“Strong little mate.”

Another one of your Yautja says, and still you’re unable to name who it was because now the pup becomes snagged on it’s shoulders. You freely start bawling harder, shaking. He’s stuck. You can’t push him out. He’s just too big. You’re too weak.

“Go, mate! Push!” 

“I— ugnh— I c-can’t— Oohhh.” You whimper, and you’re so overwhelmed and delirious with pain that you start to wish your mother was here. She’d be able to help you and relieve your pain. She’d know what to do and say with her nimble hands and comforting voice.

A small part of you even wishes Ni’ja were here too. She’d knock some sense into you.

“It hurts.” You choke, and the paw on your back presses down, firm. You focus on it. Ap-tui’s skin is hot and he rumbles with purrs. They’re calming.

“You have passed the head. Only a few more pushes for the body.” It’s Bhu’kei that speaks, you’re lucid enough now to recognize his timbre, and you shake your head. You can’t, you can’t, you can’t...

Another contraction. This time slow and long and rolling through your lower half as steady as a wildfire. With the pain, you push until your thighs quiver— all that you can do. You push until your knuckles go white against Ap-tui’s scales, until you feel the distinct burn of the pup’s shoulders exiting your labia. The white-hot pain has you screaming, choking.

Another push, and you pass the shoulders. Another, the body.

And suddenly— so suddenly— it’s over. 

You look down. Your vision is blurry and your head throbs. 

Between your knees, upon the furs Bhu’kei and Th-chi had laid out for your childbed, lies a tiny Yautja.

—

It’s as if time has simply stopped. All you can focus on is the tiny Yautja you’d birthed.

The robust, masculine cheers of the Yautja males go entirely unheard by you. With heaving breaths and tremendous effort, you let go of Ap-tui and shakily sit back on your bottom. Your core burns, but the squirming pup between your legs, still connected to you by the umbilical cord, causes you to forget the pain completely.

You reach for your pup. You recognize he is male. His skin is hot to the touch and soft. Covered in amniotic fluid and blood, it’s hard to tell but you’re able to see he has the same coloring as his sire: Mahogany. When you lift him, he is heavy and healthy. All you can see, hear, and feel is the wailing newborn pup you’d brought into the world. 

His piercing wails sound almost bird-like, like a metallic-esque twang that warbles in his tiny throat and gummy jaws. Nubs of tuskless mandibles sporadically open and close around his tiny pink mouth. A small tongue sits inside. His eyes are squeezed shut, not to open for at least another few days. Tiny paws search the air, desperate and needing.

He needs you. He wants you. Your pup squirms in your arms, and he is yours. 

It’s like you can’t breathe. The love and adoration you feel suffocates you.

“Hi.” You blubber, your voice choked in your throat. Your pup wails and warbles, his tiny body presses against the soft flesh of your bare chest. His face turns towards your breast, and immediately his tiny mouth begins to make sucking noises. Tears roll profusely down your face. He knows you’re his mother, and he wishes to nurse.

“Let me help you.” Ap-tui stabilizes you into a more comfortable seated position, while Bhu’kei delicately moves you so that he’s able to reach your pup. You nearly protest and pull your pup back flush against your chest, but Ta’kaa rubs his paw in circles on your spine.

“I need to cut the umbilical cord.” Bhu’kei says, and you’re starting to come back to your senses and nod. You meet his eyes and smile, offering Bhu’kei the pup. He takes him in his hands as if you’ve bestowed him something holy, and while the pup wails in distress at being parted from your breast, he doesn’t panic. The cord is cut, and your pup returns swiftly to your arms. 

“He wishes to suckle. He searches for your teat.” Van’chaa rumbles beside you, having crouched down to be closer. He purrs in content and stares at the pup in amazement. Ta’kaa is at his side, one hand still rubbing your back, and looking much the same.

In the cacophony of birthing and celebration, your racing thoughts about how exactly you’d breastfeed your pup comes to mind. As you guide his searching, tiny pink mouth to one of your nipples, you adjust to lift your breast.

Before he had been born, you worried over how you’d be able to feed him with his mandibles in the way, but it seems all those concerns were all for naught. Your pup's jowls spread wide, then press flat against the skin of your breast. His mouth is immensely hot, almost furnace-like. And then, he latches, and your entire world changes.

Your suckling starts feverishly at your left breast, not necessarily tugging at your nipple, but definitely working it. It is the strangest feeling ever. He makes little content noises that sound incredibly human, and it takes everything in you to not burst into tears again, lest you disrupt your nursing pup.

You opt to kiss the sloped crown of his head, and he grunts. You kiss his working jaws, and he grunts once more, a tiny paw pressing against your chin. You kiss him again, and he purrs.

“Look at him.” You murmur, your soft voice almost overshadowed by the loud purring of all your mates. Ap-tui and Bhu’kei begin to clean your body with wet rags, wiping away blood, sweat, tears. They are especially careful of your throbbing sex. The pain is nowhere near as great as it had been during birth, but you can tell you’re going to be feeling it for a while.

You just hope you didn’t tear.

“He’s perfect. He’s perfect.” You recite like a mantra, kissing your pup worshipfully over and over again. In front of you, Ap-tui clicks with pride. He had done well. His seed both worked and the pup meets your satisfaction. There is no possibility of abandonment.

“What should we name him?” You ask, marveling at how much the pup consumes despite just being born. Ni’ja hadn’t been lying when she said that he’d be nursing from the very beginning.

“That is your decision.” Van’chaa rumbles, clicking to Bhu’kei when he notices you grimace in pain. Nursing your son had been distracting you fully from the smaller, lingering contractions that signaled your placenta passing. It hurt like reopening a scab, sharp and brief. With some more reassurances, you barely have to push for the afterbirth to leave you.

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The pup nurses for another hour before finally drinking his fill and falling asleep at your breast. It takes a few tries to detach his suction from your nipple, but when you finally do, Ap-tui takes the pup in his hands so you can dress yourself. You’d been naked for the entirety of labor and delivery, nearly ten hours, and as much as you adore your net body suit, you seek out your flowy cotton dress.

The feeling of fabric is comforting and reminds you of home, of Earth. The melancholy you feel for your planet doesn’t strike that often, but having just given birth to your Yautja son on an alien planet... Your mind is a bit frazzled.

And so the dress helps. Sleep probably will too. 

You take the pup back from Ap-tui— who’d been crouched and watching like a hawk the little thing sleep, as if he’d suddenly wake and bolt— and place him in his crib of furs and downy feathers. Even though you’re exhausted and only want to pass out (on your stomach), it’s surprisingly hard to place him down and to... leave him.

Ta’kaa has to remind you that your bed is only feet away. The pup sleeps soundly, and five Yautja hunters will protect you both. You hesitantly agree.

Now, in your bed, your mates fighting for space around you, you sigh into the furs beneath you. Your body throbs, not too badly thanks to the medicine Bhu’kei gave you, and the inkiness of sleep creeps at your vision. You lazily look to your pup, who’s only an arm length away from you.

He sleeps curled up into a tight ball, tiny mandible nubs closed and his eyes shut tight (as they will be). His chest rises with soft breaths, and if you really focus you’re able to hear tiny purrs come from him. 

“Well,” You pause to yawn, “I want to give him a Yautja name. Something strong.”

Your mates whicker in happiness. Admittedly, they had been bracing for you to give the pup some weird, too ooman name. Thankfully, you seem to share their fondness of good, normal Yautja names. Which isn’t to say that they think your name is weird or abnormal— Yours is special to them, of course.

They take turns nuzzling you and caressing you with their paws, each one murmuring their thanks. The yurt is alight in soft whickering and purrs.

“Khu’eon.” Ap-tui offers the name when it pops to existence in his mind, dipping his head in reverence to you. Males never get to name the pups they sire, so he knows he’s walking on unknown ground. If he were to encroach so brazenly on a Yautja female’s right, Ap-tui would be slaughtered.

But you are not a Yautja female. You are an oomani-di and his lifemate. He is your male as much as you are his female. He and his brothers and cousins are your equals. When you smile over at him— your eyes exhausted and your face still hot and wet with tears— he knows that you’ve approved this choice as well.

“Khu-eon it is.”

The males erupt into another round of victorious roars and slamming the fists to their chests. A new hunter has been brought into the world, named, and will be trained to be an apex warrior like his sires.

Khu-eon startles awake and begins to wail.

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yautja translations

Chiva →  the trial of which a Youngblood Yautja is Blooded should they succeed in killing a kiande amedha (Xenomorph) dia-shui → musk, specifically that of a male luar-ke → moon ooman / oomani-di → human / human female sain’ja → warrior th’syra → skull/s

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taglist

@coffee-love-alltheabove, @floralfi, @yautja-mistress, @that-teen2003, @boogeysmoth, @soryuwifeyxx 

(if you want to join the taglist for this series, just leave a comment or dm me, and i’ll add you to the list. hope you all enjoyed it!)

#the predator #predator #aliens vs predator #avp #yautja #yautja fanfic #predator x reader #predator x you #predator x human #yautja x reader #yautja x you #yautja x human #yautja oc #predator oc

[lovesickonmybed]

ok hi!! hello first person i’ve seen on tumblr to actually embrace their wedgie kink. seeing you back had me ECSTATIC. so obsessed with your bully!perv!eddie rn… it has me LIGHTHEADED, the way you write degradation is unbelievable.

that said, i have this thought that i can’t get out of my head that im inclined to share w/ you. if you’re not into it, no pressure! still, picture this:

bully!perv!eddie putting you in a shoulder wedgie under your clothes and making you go through your school day like that. every wince of pain belongs to him, is because of him, and in a way he gets off on knowing that you won’t take it off when he’s not around. you’re too scared of the punishment, too scared of disappointing him. just thinking about him pulling you into corners and untucking your shirt or yanking up your skirt to make sure you’re EXACTLY how he left you. . . then rewarding you for being so good once the days over. . . worse if he makes you get out of them by making you tear them off of yourself before he rewards you.

sorry eddie and wedgies make me horny.

so glad to see u back!! 🐛

I’m hoping that posting my wedgie Eddie brain rot will get others to feel more comfortable posting it too because I know I’m not the only one on here into it. I love writing degradation and humiliation so much, it comes so easy to me. (Which says so much about me lmao.) You can send me anything wedgie related and I will more than likely be willing to write for it! I’m gonna be posting a thing for requests soon that’ll have some boundaries laid out but this is perfect and definitely going to be what I think about when I’m bored at work lmao. I thought this would be short but it’s almost 2k words lol.

Nsfw under the cut!! Warnings for humiliation, degradation, dub-con, wedgies (duh), and slight voyeurism and exhibitionism.

Eddie would find you in the morning before school, he knows you get to school early to read in the library so he’d have no problem finding you. He’d drag you with him to the janitor’s closet with a big smirk on his face. He instructs you to remove your shirt and then laughs, “You better hope you’re wearing a stretchy pair sweetheart, because this is going to hurt.” He grabs the sides of your waistband, pulling it up slowly so that you can adjust to the pain. You wince and whimper as he stretches the fabric until your leg holes are pulled up onto your shoulders like suspenders. 

“You’re gonna keep this on all day for me sweetheart, if you don’t then I’ll know. I’ll check. If you take it off then you’ll be punished, got it?”

You nod but that’s not good enough for him, he pulls one of the leg holes back and then lets it go so it snaps back against your skin, causing you to yelp. “Answer me verbally, sweetheart.”

“G-Got it,” you mutter.

Eddie smiles and kisses your forehead, “Good girl, now get dressed and go back to the library like nothing happened. I’ll see you again later today to make sure you’re being good.” He walks out of the janitor's closet to let you redress. You wince in pain as you lift your arms to put your shirt back on and when you bend down to pick up your backpack. Every move you make forces the fabric deeper between your cheeks and lips and you wince every time it happens.

After second period Eddie delivers on his promise to check up on you. He pulls you aside as you’re walking to your next class and pulls you into an empty classroom with him. “You been a good girl for me, nerd?” He asks, shoving you up against the wall playfully, grabbing your backpack off your arms, setting it down for you. 

“I-I’ve been good, haven’t taken it off, Eddie,” you answer.

“Oh, have you? You been a good girl and kept your little wedgie in? I’ll see for myself, nerd.” Eddie sinks to his knees in front of you and lifts your skirt up, smiling when he sees that you’re still wearing your shoulder wedgie. He flicks your wedgied cunt and smiles when you jump. “Knew I could trust my little loser, got her trained just right, huh?”

“Yes Eddie,” you nod meekly. 

Eddie grabs your face and pulls you in for a quick kiss, pecking your lips softly. “Good little loser, I’ll see you again at lunch. Meet me here again, okay sweet girl?”

“Okay,” you smile. 

Eddie hands you your backpack and gives you a slap on the ass before leaving the room. 

You rush to class, wincing in pain with every move, biting your lip when the fabric shifts just right against your clit. Eddie catches you doing it during 4th period, he loves how you look trying to hide your pain and pleasure in front of everybody. After 4th period he grabs you by your arm leading you into the same empty classroom from earlier. He takes your backpack once again, setting it on a desk. He leans against a desk and smiles, “Turn around and bend over for me, nerd.”

You sigh and do as he says, as you bend over you gasp in pain as the wedgie in the back worsens. Eddie smirks and comes over to slap your ass, “Stand up for me.” You stand back up and he pulls you tight against him.

He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you up against him, “You’re such a little goody two shoes, fuck I love it. You’re so good, you wanna follow every rule you’re given, even the ones given to you by your bully. That’s pathetic, baby.” He slips a hand into your shirt and twists your nipple harshly, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Does that hurt, loser?”

“Yes! Fuck hurts so bad…” You respond.

Eddie grabs the front of your panties and pulls up hard, causing the fabric to sink deeper into you. You let out a moan and he holds you tighter so you don’t fall over. “Good girl, you think you can get through the rest of your day like this for me?” He asks.

“I’ll try for you…”

“What a good little loser you are…now get to lunch nerd, I don’t want my little toy to be wedgied on an empty stomach,” Eddie puts his hand on your lower back and leads you out the door. 

You sit with your regular friend group at lunch, trying your best to not squirm in front of them. Eddie watches you closely to see if you make any attempt at all to take out your shoulder wedgie but you don’t. He checks on you again after 6th period, pulling you into a mostly empty hallway and backing you into a corner. He lifts your skirt and you squeal and pull it back down. He laughs and pins you against the wall, leaning in close to your ear. “You shouldn’t be so loud, people are gonna start looking sweetheart,” He teases, pulling up your skirt again to look at your wedgied cunt.

“Stop pulling up my skirt!” You whisper-yell, pulling your skirt back down and trying to hold it down.

“Let me get a good look then, nerd. Be grateful I’m letting anything into your little cunt, yeah?”

“Okay…” You mumble in an annoyed tone. Eddie grabs your face with one hand and makes you look at him. 

“You don’t talk to me with that tone, you’re lucky I’m not making you walk around with your panties pulled up over your head for everyone to see,” Eddie whispers angrily, “Thank me for letting you have something you can hide.”

You're silent at first but Eddie cocks an eyebrow at you and you talk, “Thank you for giving me a wedgie I can hide…” You mumble. He nudges your ankle with his foot.

“What else do you wanna thank me for, loser?” He asks.

“Thank you for…for letting anything into my…” Your face heats up with embarrassment, “into my cunt…” You’re squirming with embarrassment and Eddie is eating it up.

“That wasn’t so hard, now was it, nerd? Get to class, I’d hate to see you get detention.”

You go off to 7th period and you spend the rest of the school day waiting for it to be over. You’re horny and annoyed and embarrassed and you just want Eddie to take care of it. Finally, the bell rings releasing you and you go off to find Eddie, it doesn’t take you long. He’s out by his van, smoking a cigarette while talking with Gareth and Jeff. He looks up and notices you, signaling for you to come over. You walk over nervously, Gareth and Jeff’s eyes are on you. Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. “We’re gonna head out boys, I’ll see you tomorrow for Hellfire,” Eddie says to them. He leads you over to the passenger side and opens the door for you. When you climb into the van, he pulls your skirt down before shutting the door. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you yelp and pull your skirt back down.

“Eddie what the hell?!” You exclaim as he gets into the driver’s side, laughing his ass off.

“I was being too nice today, I had to make up for it somehow,” He laughs.

“I’ve had a wedgie since 8am, that isn’t exactly nice,” You retort.

“Well, you’ve also been wet since 8am so you’re welcome,” Eddie says as he starts up the van.

When you get back to his trailer, he runs over to your side to get the door for you, he helps you out of the van, grabbing you by the back waistband as you jump out, worsening your wedgie. You’re whining and whimpering in pain, hands flying back instinctively to fix the wedgie but Eddie grabs your wrists, holding them behind your back. “Don’t give in now sweetheart, you’ve made it so far I’d hate to punish you now…” He frog marches you inside the trailer and brings you into his bedroom.

“Strip for me, but keep your wedgie in,” he commands. You feel his eyes on you as you set down your backpack and strip. You start with removing your shirt, then your bra, then your socks and shoes, and lastly your pretty little skirt. Eddie steps forward, smiling, “You want me to take this off for you now, nerd?” He pulls one of the leg holes back and lets it snap back against your skin, making you gasp.

“Please, please take it off me,” you plead. 

“This might hurt a bit,” Eddie says before grabbing the back waistband and pulling as hard as he can. It’s beyond painful, it’s the most painful wedgie he’s given you yet, but as the fabric presses rough against your clit, it doesn’t seem so bad anymore. You squirm in his grasp, whimpering pathetically. When the fabric isn’t ripping, only a few thread popping, he takes things to the next level. He grabs you by the leg holes, lifting you into the air and beginning to bounce you, this causes your panties to rip quickly. You feel an intense pain in your lower region as the panties rip, but you can’t help but moan. It feels so good every single time you’ve felt a pair of panties ripping inside of you, it’s unlike anything else you’ve ever felt. You’re addicted to the pain of it. Eddie wraps his arm around your waist when they rip, catching you and laying you down on the bed.

“You did so well, I can’t believe you kept it in all day, you were so good sweetheart,” Eddie praises you. He runs to the bathroom and runs a cloth under cool water, ringing it out and then coming back into the room, he presses the cool cloth against your puffy red cunt. You shiver from the cold but smile as it soothes the ache. 

“Feel good, honey?” He asks sweetly, grabbing your hand and rubbing circles into your skin.

“Mhm, thank you, Eddie,” you reply.

“You think you could handle a reward, sweetheart? I wanna eat you out for being such a good girl today.”

“I could definitely handle a reward,” you chuckle.

“That’s my girl.” 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #bully!eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #mean!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson #wedgie kink #imagine

[ransprang]

Vi x reader (Piss kink part 2)

Thank you anon for requesting on our KoFi

Read the Vi Piss kink part 1 here!

The rolling green hills of Malaysia were making you horny again as you drove through the lush countryside. You were still replaying the events from only a few hours ago, where you had had your pink haired goddess moaning and writhing in ecstasy above you.

You tried to stay fixated on the road but your eyes were glazing over with lust. Your mind filled with thoughts of your lover, guzzling water, getting hydrated, wet and ready for the next session. What a horny slut. Your slut. 

As your eyes scanned the road ahead, you noticed Vi fall asleep, she was clearly tired from being fucked, you smiled at how beautiful she looked. You could hear her snoring softly as you drove, and that was enough background noise to keep you from turning on the radio. 

As you drove, you noticed that a small rest stop was nearing. You opened your mouth to let Vi know, but then paused. She looked so peaceful resting next to you, without the usual worries and cares which usually lined her features. Suddenly you didn’t have the heart to wake her. Instead you kept driving, and if that resulted in a little reward for you later, you weren’t going to complain.

After an hour’s drive with Vi deep in slumber, you reached the pit stop to get some snacks for the 4 hour road ahead of you. The trees were getting darker against the twilight sky, the street lights were now switched on, and as you got off the car at the petrol pump, there was a dingy air about it.

 A massive Shell sign marked its entrance, there were several empty pumps in front of you, and a small shop with supplies behind. You parked the car at one of the pumps and as you hooked the pump in, carefully as to not wake Vi up, you took the time to jog to buy snacks. 

Opening the door, you were greeted by a very old man, with long white hair in a pony. He was smoking a cigarette and did not bother looking up as you searched the shelves for some pringles, and soft drinks. Eventually picking up all your items you reach the cashier placing them down to get scanned, when you noticed something behind the eccentric man. Long, cylindrical, dark shapes were hanging at the back. Some were in innocuous white packages, others out in the open with delicate adornments like ridges and indents. This man had the biggest and most diverse collection of strap-ons you had ever seen.

With your mouth open you were stunned for a second, the old man instantly took note and casually remarked “Oh this? Ha, you wouldn’t believe what kind of people we get.” Snapping out of your trance, you kept looking at the different types before you, big, small, purple, black, ribbed and smooth. The variety was enormous, further fueling your curiosity.

 As the cashier scanned your final item, he turned around and asked “So which one is it for you?” Looking at the collection, your eyes widened as you stuttered out, “Uh, uhm, the pink ribbed one please.” The old man nonchalantly picked it up and added it your bag.

“That’ll be 150 ringgit”, the old man’s eyes bore into yours intensely. Perhaps he had seen a lot in this little shop. Handing him the money you ran out with the bag, excited to show Vi your interesting find. 

You went back to your car and closed the door softly, careful not to wake your sleeping beauty up. You placed the little bag on the dashboard and restarted the car. Anticipation thrummed under your skin, but you held yourself back. Chewing on your lip you tried to keep your thoughts from straying off the road.

After a while, looking in the mirror you saw Vi stirring around. Her eyes blinked, fluttering open. She groaned as she propped herself up. Your eyes met and you gave her a smile, “Hey beautiful, seems like you’re finally awake. Slept well after our little adventure?” you asked.

She laughed, “Yea cupcake. Slept well alright. How long have y’been driving for?” She ruffled her hair a bit, looking around the nighttime landscape. “A while,” you replied.

Vi quirked an eyebrow, “Geez doll, we still ain’t at the villa yet?” You tried to contain your laughter, “Yeah. The highlands are pretty vast I guess. How was your nap?”

“Good. Had some interesting dreams.”

“Oh do tell,” you replied, your heartrate picking up. “What did you dream about?”

“Let’s just say I was rather looking forward to reaching the hotel,” Vi smirked.

“And what did you have in mind babe?” You said, arousal running down your spine. Vi’s lips quirked into a devious grin which quickly spread across her face, “You’ll see.”

Your grip tightened on the steering wheel, “Why wait?”

Vi gave you a sideways glance. 

“I got you a present,” you told her, indicating the plastic bag on the dashboard. “Open it.”

You could see the gleam in Vi’s eyes as she peeked inside, her face colouring immediately. You parked the car at the side of the road as Vi looked up at you, her expression lustful. 

“Let’s move to the backseat, shall we?” You suggested slyly.

Vi all but ran and clambered into the backseat of the car with you following quickly behind.

As you loomed over her in the backseat you gently took the packet she had clenched in her hands. Her hands free, she cupped your cheek and closed her eyes, leaning in to kiss you. 

As Vi kissed you, her tongue explored your mouth, she wanted you. Her aggression got stronger, she began pawing at your clothes as she pushed you back. As you fell back onto the seat she pulled her top off and began unbuttoning her shorts, pulling them down. You scampered to get your own clothes off quickly, Vi was breathing heavily in an attempt to control herself. 

She sat there naked rubbing her thighs together clamping her pussy folds together. You noticed the motion and bit your lower lip. You could feel the fire within you burn. You whispered, “Vi? Baby lie back, let me see you.” Vi was so hot, heavy beads of sweat began sliding down her breasts falling onto her toned abs. She laid back down and parted her legs, you could see her vagina, wet and dripping. 

Vi used her hand and began rubbing her clit, rolling her eyes back as she let out a moan, she added on, “I need you.” Eager to please, you put on the 8 inch strap on and rubbed at the tip, preparing it to enter Vi’s entrance. It felt cool under your touch but you knew it would heat up quickly enough. You pulled out a packet of lube and emptied it onto the plastic pink dildo, giving it a few solid strokes to spread it out. 

You grabbed the strap-on and rubbed it on her clit, you could see it red and swollen from stimulation. She felt a jolt, you could see her stomach contract, as she released her breath. Vi was beginning to shake from pleasure. You entered slowly, making sure she was comfortable. The ridges and girth of the dildo stretched her sweet pussy out. Vi moaned with her eyes rolling back, “Fuck, yes.”

Once your whole length was within her, Vi used her hands to hold your waist to guide your hips and control your pace. She loved being in charge after all. You went faster and faster, Vi tightened her legs around your waist, “Cupcake..fuck I…I think I have to pee again. It feels really good baby, don’t stop.” You pick up your speed, “You’re taking me in so well,” you laugh breathlessly, looking at the feast before your eyes. 

Vi rubs her clit faster, as her G spot gets fucked and her bladder throbs. She arches her back, in absolute ecstasy, she was on cloud nine. You could see how her supple breasts bounced with each thrust, sweat rolling down her body. You ached to make her cum. Vi moaned and stuttered out, “I don't think I can hold it in,” biting her lip. 

You knew what you had to do next, as you slid your strap on out of her and pulled away you set her straight, essentially increasing the pressure on her bladder, making her even more sensitive. You took the car seat belt and strapped Vi in securely, completely naked with legs parted. You lowered yourself, kissing all the way down to her cunt. You lightly sucked on it as you used your tongue to play with her folds. 

Vi’s urge to pee only got stronger as she contracted her vagina tightly in order to hold it. She could feel jolts of electricity rise up from her clit, as her urethra got stimulated. You used your fingers to part open her pussy as you flicked her clit with your tongue, you could taste her sweetness. You began kissing her vulva as she used the tip of her finger to rub her clit. 

She could not contain herself any longer as she let herself release some of her fluids onto you. Instantly pulling away you exclaimed authoritatively “Won't let you be relieved just yet.” As you went back in with your strap on, humping her faster with Vi’s legs resting on your shoulders.

You lean closer to her body, both your tits rubbing together, you could feel her hard nipples against yours. You smashed your lips against Vi’s as your hips picked up pace pumping the woman beneath you. Vi, moaned loudly as she flipped you around. She let the seat belt loose and got on top of you, riding you, rubbing her cunt. She leaned back in a cowboy position as she released her juices. They spilled out around you. Vi moaned louder as she squirted, little spurts of urine spattering onto the car and your naked body. Vi was breathing heavily as she relieved herself, her face twisted in ecstasy.. You held her tightly, shoving your cock deeper into her as she orgasmed all over you. 

As she came, you slowed down your pace and let her body stop quivering. You watched as the seat beneath you was drenched with her sweat, piss and cum. She moaned as she lifted her pussy up from the cock. 

She sat on your lap and smacked your tit, “Good girl, pleasuring me, now…should I help you?” You needed her “Yes…” you said with an air of desperation. Vi smirked, “Oh please, you have to do better than that. Beg me.” You cupped her face “Vi, I want you to fuck me so hard, relieve the ache in my pussy.” Vi pushed you back almost harshly taking the strap-on off you and wearing it herself. “Cant believe I will fuck you with the same dick you put in me.” 

As the tip of the cock entered you, still warm from its previous activity, you rubbed your clit with one hand and played with your nipples with the other. You wanted to cum so bad, especially with the stimulation from the strap on rubbing against your clit, you were already so close. You arched your back and asked Vi to slow down,”Vi, I want to feel you please,” you begged. Vi had an evil smirk “Feel me? Huh”, she stopped and pulled out. She took off the strap on and positioned herself to scissor you. 

Lining her clit against yours, she slowly moved her hips for her pussy lips to rub against yours. You both looked down at your pussies rubbing against each other, watching the various juices get mixed together. Feeling satisfied from stimulating your vulva, as she easily moved you to sit up on her lap, with her thigh between your legs. 

“Ride”, she commanded, looking into your eyes. You rubbed and rode her thigh desperately, leaving your juices on her. You rode her till you felt the heat rise up from your clit, it spread through your folds and went back to your pussy. You watched as her eyes wandered from the friction between your pussy and her thigh, up to the way your breasts moved frantically. Your face heated up from the intense attention. You threw your head back and moaned “Vi…”. She used her hand to gently rearrange your hair out of your face, leaning forward to kiss your neck, leaving hickeys. Vi’s hands moved to your hips helping you increase your speed, “Come on baby. Cum for me.” 

Knowing you were just about to go over the edge, you tweaked your nipples, and with one final hip thrust you felt yourself burst as you came. You breathed heavily as Vi kept rocking your hips gently, making you ride out your orgasm. Once you came down from your high, you looked at Vi as you both looked at each other with eyes filled with love and ecstasy as she pulled you into a tight hug. 

Once you had both caught your breath you looked around and saw the car was filthy, the seats soaked and the entire place smelt of sex and piss. Vi smiled at you sheepishly, “We got a little too carried away, huh cupcake?” 

You whispered in her ear “Thank you for being in my life”, Vi smiled as she stroked your hair, “And thank you for being in mine.” You both smiled as she looked at the strap on kept beside, Vi laughed “You're crazy. How the hell did we end up doing this on a road trip?” You laughed loudly with your head resting on her shoulder “Well, I am in fact crazy, for you.” Vi poked your belly tickling and teasing you. “Not more than me.” She pulled you in for a deep kiss. Finally she reached out for her top, not bothering with her bra or panty she wore her grey top and pulled on her shorts. She hopped onto the passenger seat from the back. You took the time to clean the strap on and the seats with tissues. You wore your clothes and went back to the driver's seat. You looked at your passenger princess, “Next stop is the tandas I'm guessing.” 

Vi laughed, “You know it.”

You giggled, “C’mon, it’s my fault for not waking you at the rest stop. We are only 20 minutes away from the next one.”

You got back into the driver’s seat and headed towards the next destination, eager to see what else awaited the two of you on the rest of your holiday.

Your peepee,

Admin Sav, San, Sar

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[faeirtopia]

ʚɞ ; taking care of a sick shohei!

pairing! boyfriend!shohei x fem!reader.

warnings! none.

this poor boy.. and to be honest? poor you as well. he’ll most definitely be the type that whines here and there. he’ll ask why he’s sick or how did he get sick like this and why it was happening to him and you’ll have to shush him and tell him it’ll be okay.

shohei is already very big on cuddling but he’d be extra cuddly when sick, especially if it’s a type of sickness that isn’t too serious and he can still move around the room or house. will most definitely want candles lit in the room because it’ll make him feel more.. better. yes he thinks that and just let him.

“these candles are really helping with this cold.”

the candles weren’t helping him at all but just continue to let him think that way because.. he’s cute. so you light a few more and he takes a deep breath in trying to breathe it all in thinking it’s slowly curing him but it’s indeed not and it’s okay.

shohei will really like it if you took the time to run your fingers through his hair during this time. when he’s sick he loves napping maybe he more than usual which is crazy sounding I know but you running your fingers through his soft hair helps.

“that feels so nice, please keep going? I love you.”

“can I have a kiss? no—I know I’m sick but just one kiss won’t hurt, hm? it’s only a small kiss baby..”

“want a bite of my soup? you made it so good.”

shohei will act as if he’s not sick. he’ll try to kiss you, playfully bite you, want to feed you from the same chopsticks or spoon. you have to remind him that he’s indeed sick and can’t do those things.

that’ll only cause shohei to pout and sigh loudly because he misses kissing you or biting you and sharing his food with you. just remind him that he’ll be better before he knows it to do those things.

“what if you get sick and I’m still sick? what if I’m still tired and can’t take care of you? I’ll be the world’s worst boyfriend if I can’t take care of you.”

“should I call Ippei for extra help? he’s not busy.”

“I thought my immune system was much better.”

shohei won’t ask you to do things for him, it’ll only make him feel bad that you have to take care of him like this instead of him taking care of you.

instead he’ll try to do things on his own even though he just wants to lay down in bed and rest but he appreciates everything you do for him and will most definitely reward you when he’s much better and able to leave the bed without feeling so weak and incapable of doing things he wants.

shohei will be extra with his “hmmm” or those little head nods he does when something taste good, especially if it’s the soup you made just for him.

“this soup is making me feel so much better.”

“I can already feel my immune system fighting.”

he’ll sigh quite loudly when he’s forced to take the cold or flu medicine so he can sleep without snoring so loudly. he’ll almost act like a child because he doesn’t want to take it but has too.

shohei will liked to be wrapped up in your shared blankets but… you also have to be wrapped up with him because he says your warmth is helping him.

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[theitgirlnetwork]

Better

Ch. 12: Welcome to the Shit Show Baby

Note: ...Heyyy...how ya'll doin? I know it's been a minute, I apologize. I hope this chapter makes up for the wait. I want to address the fact that this story is not over, I was worried my absence would give that impression, but there's still a lot that still needs to happen lol. As always, I'm thankful for all of the love and support. You guys are so sweet and make writing even more fun. Speaking of ya'll, not you guys saying yes on her behalf, damn, it's been 3 months, lol. Next chapter should be out at some point this weekend, meanwhile I hope ya'll enjoy <3 (also keep an eye out this weekend bc I'll be announcing new characters I'm gonna write for along with some sneak peaks, spoiler, one of them is my return to JJ.)

Warnings: Sexual content, explicit content, MDNI (FR FR don't make this shit weird)

Charlotte's Wedding Dress That's Not Really a Wedding Dress:

Charlotte's Hair and Veil:

Lip Being Hot in His Suit:

The Flowers :') :

Charlotte’s mouth opens and closes a couple times, no words making it out. She stares at her boyfriend, waiting for him to crack a smile, or say, ‘m’just fuckin’ kiddin’ and pull off to drive them home. Minutes pass as she watches the clock on the car tick, the changing numbers taunt her as she tries to find her words. Unfortunately, all she lets out is a breathy laugh. 

“Marryin’ me is funny?” Lip asks, cocking his head back to observe her. Charlotte places a hand on her rapidly rising and falling chest. 

“Not really, but I’m trying to see if you’re being funny.”

“M’fuckin’ serious.” he deadpans. 

“But…3 months, Phillip.” 

He shrugs, pressing another kiss to her hand. “Good enough for me. You?”

“I…” she’s shocked by the thought that crosses her mind. Good enough for me too. “But you’re not even down on one knee. And you’re asking me in front of your ex's house or party or whatever..” Charlotte pouts.

Lip’s eyes widen at that, glancing back toward the house because, well, that shit is true. “Yikes.” he chuckles at himself. “Yeah that’s pretty fucked up.” 

“Only a little.”

“If I was on one knee, and we weren’t here, would you say yes? I don’t have a nice ring, but that’ll be the first thing I’d get you-” He rambles for a moment, stopping at the sight in front of him. Charlotte’s laying her head on the headrest, big brown eyes still shining with tears, staring at him dreamily with an uneasy smile on her face. His heart felt like it good fuckin’ bust out of his chest. He’d had people look at him before. With lust, hate, even love, but the way she was looking at him right now, he could finally see what Monica saw. Like he’d hung the moon and stars. He would. If she’d keep looking at him like that. But right now, he’d settle for getting her pretty voice to give him a yes. Lip turns off the car light and puts the car into drive, speeding down the road, ignoring her questions of ‘where are we going?’ ‘What just happened?’ his leg that isn’t controlling the pedals jumping up and down as he anxiously weaves them through traffic. He drives to the only grocery store he thinks will be open and hops out of the car, running in and locking the car.

Charlotte sits in the passenger seat confused as ever. She feels high. This is crazy. She’s never done anything like this before. And when would she? Why would she? She’s 19. Won’t be 20 for another week. She’s known Phillip for 3 months. That’s how long she talked to her ex before becoming his girlfriend. Her parents don’t even know him yet. How could she agree to this?

But, how could she say no? She loves him. She’s known that almost since meeting him. She loves being around him, feeling him brings her comfort, happiness. Watching his smile reach his beautiful blue eyes makes her feel like she’d won some kind of reward. She wants to be his family. Forever. She…she wants to marry him. She guesses that nothing else fucking matters.

He comes running back with something in his hands. Charlotte squints as she tries to lean closer to the window to see. The back seat door swings open and an out of breath Lip places something inside. “Don’t turn around.”

“Wha-why? What’d you get?”

“Just-” he closes the door, getting into the driver’s side. “Listen, alright? It’ll be worth it. Trust me.”

She does.

It’s about 3 am when the car rolls to a stop again. Somehow, Charlotte had managed to fall asleep, cocked back in the seat with her head against the window, Lip’s hand on her thigh covered by both of her hands. As he pulls to a stop he squeezes her a little, gently jostling her awake. “Hi, baby,” he says softly. “We’re here.” 

She yawns, arching her back a little as she stretches, wrapping Lip’s suit jacket tighter around herself. “Where’s here?” she says groggily. 

“You’ll see, c’mon, sweetheart.” 

The couple gets out of the car, and Lip guides a staggering Charlotte to their destination. As they near it, he reaches over, guiding her head down, using her hair to cover her face. “Uh, try not to look up, bunny, hide your face.”

Charlotte shuffles her feet, following his instructions with a whine. “Aww, Phillip, are we doing something illegal?”

“Uh…no.”

“That means yes.” she huffs. She stares down at the ground as she hears the sound of clanking. She knows he’s picking some kind of lock. The metal clanks to the ground and Lip continues to guide her.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart, imma find the lights.” He says, voice getting further. “Don’t hurt yourself, just stay there ‘til m’back.”

The sounds of water starting to flow and fans blowing begin as the room turns light behind her eyelids. Charlotte feels his large, strong hands smooth their way down her arms before grabbing her hands. “Can I open now?” she asks gently.

“Yeah, baby you can open.” 

Charlotte opens her eyes to see that they’re in a lit room with a glass ceiling. Beautiful plants surrounding them all over, flowers, trees, the works. Fountains are spaced out among the plants, mimicking nature, water trickling from them. Lights sparkle as they hang from the ceiling and in front of her is what she could only believe is the love of her life, holding a bouquet of flowers, trying to kick the little sign that said ‘Sweet 16’ that he’d plucked off behind him. “Where are we?”

“It’s uh, the Garfield Park Conservatory. I’d read about it before, and I knew I wanted to take you here…but they’re obviously closed right now. And I didn’t want people in our fucking business. And uh…pickin’ locks is free.” he jokes, letting out a wet chuckle.

“You know when we’re married you’re gonna have to slow down on doing things that’ll get you arrested.” She manages something between a laugh and a sob. Charlotte already knows she must look insane with the amount she’s cried in the past few hours. She takes one of her hands back trying to wipe her face and comb her fingers through her hair.

“You look beautiful, Charlotte.” Lip says, commanding her full attention with the intensity in his eyes. “And I love you, more than I’ve ever managed to love anyone or anything. I really, really didn’t think I was capable of feeling like this. Or having someone as good as you. And I’m gonna fuck it up, like all the time. But m’askin’ you to marry me anyway.”

“Yes.” she whispers, not even getting a second to finish before he’s dropping her flowers and snatching her into his arms. She cups his face and closes the distance between them and meets him in an intense kiss. “I love you.” she smiles against his lips.

“Love you.” He says between pecks. When they finally give each other some air, Lip turns her and starts guiding her to the door, grabbing her flowers on the way, tickling her and whispering jokes in her ear as they go. “Alright, you agreed, that shit is binding. I gotta get you to the courthouse before you change your mind.”

Judge Hanes is very well acquainted with the Gallagher family. He’s overseen many of their legal proceedings in both juvenile and adult court. And once, Frank Gallagher had pissed on his brand new Porsche after he’d awarded the man’s opponent restitution. So to say he was aggravated to find the eldest Gallagher boy in front of the courthouse, asleep on a bench with a young lady under his arm, is an understatement. He stops in front of the pair with a heavy sigh and an already forming headache. “Phillip Gallagher.”

The young man opens his eyes, squinting before his lips spread into a smug smile. “Mornin’ Keith.”

“It’s Judge Hanes to you, boy.”

The girl next to him stirs awake, rubbing at her eyes tiredly. “Good morning, Judge Hanes. Nice to meet you. I’m Charlotte.” She looks about his middle-daughter’s age, pretty, clean-cut. He couldn’t imagine why she was here with Lip Gallagher.

“Nice to meet you too, dear. What’s got you at this old courthouse this early? Child support enforcement?” He cuts his eyes back to Lip. “A protective order?”

“No, I feel perfectly safe, with my fiancé, actually.” The blond snarks, pulling the girl to him and kissing her temple. “We came to get married. Looks like you’re gonna marry us.”

Well he’ll be damned. Keith Hanes never thought he’d see the day. He almost believes this is some kind of grift. A scam he’s running on this poor girl. But from the look in Gallagher’s eyes, even Keith could see this was legit. He almost feels bad for what he has to tell them. “No can do.”

“What?” Charlotte looks to Lip.

“Why the fuck not? I mean it-isn’t it like your civic duty or some shit?”

Keith cocks his head challenging Lip's tone. “Thought you were supposed to be the smart one Gallagher.”

“Yeah, well, I’m more into the sciences, so I haven’t taken much time to learn the inner workings of your crooked ass system-”

“Phillip, please.” Charlotte interjects, placing her hand on his chest. Keith is surprised to see that it actually calms the boy, making him intertwine their fingers and quieting down. “Sir, we really wanna get married. We came all of the way here, and we love each other so much, it’s really important to us. Please.”

Keith sighs, looking down at a sweet little pout that reminded him so much of his own children. “I really am sorry kids. Courthouse is closed today, only doing jury trials because the clerks are rotating. No peace orders, divorce hearings or marriages. I can write you two up a certificate myself, but beyond that, I suggest you try a church and hope they’re willing to do it today.”

He watches as the couple looks at each other somberly. Charlotte rests her cheek on Lip’s shoulder, disappointment evident on their faces. Keith watches them share their disappointment and notices how they comfort each other. The girl smoothing her hand up and down his arm, the boy murmuring against the crown of her head, ‘if not today, then tomorrow.’ This isn’t the Lip Gallagher who’s been in and out of his courthouse. He’d absently thought that it had been a while since he’d been in trouble and now he could see why. He could applaud him for allowing love to turn his life around. 

“I am about to be very kind this morning, please do not make me regret it.” Keith unlocks the doors and looks back at the pair. “Don’t tell your siblings I did this, I know your brood likes to marry every other week.” 

“Sure won’t, sir.” 

“And don’t screw this up, pretty young ladies like this don’t fall out of the sky.” 

“Yeah we don’t.” Charlotte jokes, pushing Lip with her hip, his only response being rolling his eyes and dragging her to him. 

“Alright alright, follow me.”

And Charlotte plans to, she really does. But for some reason, when Judge Hanes and Lip go to move, her feet remain planted on the cobblestone steps of the courthouse, her lack of movement pulling Lip to a stop by their intertwined fingers. “Babe?”

The woman breathes deeply as she looks up the steps. Being with Lip means a lot of things. Fun, passion, anger, joy, adventure, risk, love and family. How could they do this without their family? “Your Honorableness-” she begins.

Judge Hanes shares a glance with Lip who shakes his head, encouraging him to keep quiet. 

“If we came back in a couple of hours with our family, would you still be here? I…we need them. Please?” 

Well..Keith didn’t feel like watching his grandson lose his soccer game again anyway. “Four hours to get your…clan together. Then I’m going home.” 

“Yay! Thank you!” She chirps, bouncing on her feet a little before throwing her arms around the older man, beaming at him before running down the steps back to the car. Lip places his hands in his pockets, watching her run excitedly with a soft smile on his face.

He tenses when he feels a heavy arm over his shoulders, a rough hand patting his arm. “Prove me wrong, Mr. Gallagher.” Judge Hanes says. “This may be something good. Try not to fuck it up.”

“I uh, I won’t.”

“Good morning Liam.” Charlotte hums, smoothing her hand over the little boy’s cheek. “Guess what?”

“Lottie!” he coos as she lifts him out of his toddler bed into her arms. He giggles as she bounces him on her hip. She and Lip had rushed back to the Gallagher house, thrumming with energy. Everyone would have to get on board for this wedding quickly because of the time crunch and they decided to make it feel as ceremonial as possible with the circumstances. Lip changed out of the suit he was wearing into the one he’d worn at one of Fiona’s attempts at marriage. Charlotte kept the bouquet he’d offered her in the car and quietly snuck into Kev and V’s house, rifling through her bags and producing a white dress she’d brought. It wasn’t a wedding dress but it’d do. 

In the interest of time and not getting their idea immediately shot down, they decided to start collecting the younger Gallagher siblings first. “We’ve got a big surprise.” she mumbles against his cheek, kissing it over and over as she walks through the hall. She bumps into Lip who catches her by the waist, leaning down, blowing a raspberry into Liam’s other cheek. 

“You ready?”

Charlotte nods and Lip knocks on Debbie’s bedroom door before opening it. The redheaded girl is splayed out on her bed, blankets half kicked off, snoring lightly. Lip eases into the room, sitting on the bed next to her, shaking her softly. “Hey, Debs.”

“Hm.” she rolls a little, squinting up at him. “What? What time is it?”

“Uh, it’s about 8.” 

“And why are you bothering me?” She groans, kicking her feet at his stomach.

“Deb’s watch it, don’t get it dirty.” Lip says, catching her foot.

The younger girl frowns, opening her eyes fully and taking in her brother’s appearance. “Why the hell are you wearing that?” When he laughs and looks behind him she follows his gaze to the doorway. “Charlotte, you look so pretty! Can I borrow that dress?”

“Sure, Debbie.” the woman smiles, coming into the room to join them. “But right now, we need to ask you a question. How would you feel about getting another sister?”

“Damn it, Frank knocked someone up?”

“No, jesus, Debs, m’gonna marry Charlotte. Today. And we want you to be in it.”

Debbie all but shoves Lip out of the way, hugging Charlotte tightly before grabbing the hand that isn’t holding Liam. “Help me pick out a dress?”

Carl was less enthused by the whole idea. Dangling the concept of Charlotte being his sister was less appealing to him and he ultimately refused to come until Lip promised him some illegal fireworks that he hadn’t been able to score on his own. 

Ian and Mickey had been the most fun to tell. Lip barged into their room, earning a groan from Ian and a loud grumble of ‘what the fuck?’ from Mickey. The couple stared at Lip and Charlotte, taking in their attire.

“What the fuck do you two idiots have on?” Mickey asks, wiping his face. He locks eyes with the woman, raising his eyebrows for a moment before his lips spread into a wide smile that matches her own. “Oh, shit! C’mere you crazy bitch.” He’s out of the bed and picking her up, hoisting her over his shoulder as she squeals and giggles. “What the hell kind of pussy have you been puttin’ on him?”

“Shit.” Ian echoes, pulling his brother into a tight hug. “Congratulations man, seriously. When…?”

“Today, get your suit on, motherfucker.” 

“Shit!” Ian beams, clapping a hand on Lip’s back.

“You see this shit, Red?” Mickey calls back to his boyfriend. “The bar is fuckin’ high, even your shithead brother is puttin’ a ring on it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ian snorts, his arm still around Lip’s neck, keeping him close. “M’workin’ on it.”

“My ass.”

The group is so wrapped in their celebration they don’t even hear a tired Fiona make her way into the doorway. Sleep on her face, still clad in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, she stands prepared to curse them from waking her when she’d just worked the night shift. The brunette’s eyes widen as she takes in the scene in front of her. Charlotte, wearing a white dress, tossed over Mickey’s shoulder. Lip is wearing his best suit (he only has two that he rotates for weddings, jobs and funerals), lighting a blunt, the good shit they keep for graduations and when Monica leaves. Ian buttoning his dress shirt. Fuck. She thinks, crossing her arms. “Pregnant?”

Lip straightens, blunt still hanging from his mouth. “No.”

“And you’re sure?” she asks. “Both of you?” 

“Yes.” Charlotte responds, offering Fiona a hesitant smile as Mickey puts her down. She goes over to Lip, slipping her hand into his. “So sure.”

Fiona rolls her eyes to the ceiling, whispering, ‘fuck’ under her breath before leaving the room. Lip clenches his jaw, looking away, taking a deep drag of the blunt as Charlotte rubs his arm, and Ian pats his back. He and Fiona fight like cats and dogs, but she’s his big sister. She’s supported him through everything, he’d thought she’d support him through this. 

Moments later Fiona returns, tugging a blue dress down her legs and holding something white in her hands. She silently makes her way over to Charlotte, lifting what Lip and Ian recognized as her veil she never fully got to use, clipping it to the top of Charlotte’s head. “There. Now, you look like a bride. A sexy Vegas bride, but a bride. And I better be a bridesmaid.” Lip tugs his sister into a hug, making her stumble, rubbing her back. 

“Um, thanks.” he says into her shoulder.

She sniffs in response, pushing him off. “Yeah, yeah, let me hit that blunt, this is gonna be a shit show.”

Once everyone’s dressed, the group makes their way next door, Lip and Charlotte stand in front of the door, ringing the bell because she did have her keys, the only thing in her hands being the flowers he’d given her. 

“Yeah, I’m comin’!” Kev yells through the door, pushing it open and eyes bulging at the sight in front of him. “Holy shit. V!”

“What?” she calls from further in the house. “Yelling so early the damn morning. What’s the fucking problem-holy shit.” 

V eyes her cousin, staring her down. Charlotte straightens, her stance steady but her face withering a little under V’s gaze. Everyone else watches as the two women share a silent conversation, the elder, putting her hands on her hips, eyebrows raised, the younger squeezing her boyfriend…fiance’s hand as she maintains eye contact. V cocks her head to the side expectantly turning to go back in the house and Charlotte follows, releasing Lip’s hand. 

The two women climb the steps up to Kev and V’s room and Charlotte quietly gestures for Lip not to follow. When they get in the room, V pulls her pajama shirt off, grabbing a pink dress off of a hanger. “This is what you wanna do?”

“Yes. I love him.” Charlotte says, sitting on the bed. 

“It’s gonna be really hard, Lottie. You know that?”

“I know.”

V turns and Charlotte zips her dress for her. “And your parents?”

Charlotte bites her lip at that. She’s startled to realize that she hadn’t even considered them being there. They weren’t who she thought of when she said they needed to go get family. She loves them, but this, the life she made here, has nothing to do with them. They’d ruin it. “It’s not about them. But you’re here.”

“Hell yeah, I am.” V says kissing her little cousin’s cheek. “Well, if we’re gonna do this, you need to complete the outfit.” She reaches in her drawer, producing her lacey, white garter, tossing it to Charlotte. 

“Um…I love you…and thanks, but...when was the last time you washed this and has it been in Kev's mouth?”

When the group was finally complete, they head out of the house, trying to figure out how to stuff everyone into Kev’s car without fucking up their dress clothes. As they stuffed Carl, Debbie and Liam into the back, everyone else was arguing about who should have to squeeze into the middle. 

“Well, I’m literally the bride, so-”

“This is my fucking car!” 

“Princess doesn’t even need a seat, she’s used to bein’ in fuckhead’s lap.”

As they fuss over the spots, Frank stumbles his way down the street, seeing his family decked out in dress clothes he makes his way over, plucking the blunt out of Ian’s hand. “Good morning family. Who died?”

“Lip and Charlotte are getting married, Daddy!” Debbie calls from inside of the car. 

Frank gasps dramatically, clutching his chest before clapping a hand onto the back of Lip’s neck, only to have it slapped off. “My eldest son! Why didn’t you say anything? Look how I’m dressed! Charlotte, looking vivacious as ever.”

Lip’s mouth curl’s in disgust as he tugs her behind him. “You’re not invited, Frank.” 

“What? I’m your father. How could you not have me at your first wedding?” Frank slurs, “Besides, I think you’ll regret not inviting Daddy when you see the gift he got you.”

“How the hell does he have a gift, he just found out.” Fiona murmurs to V.

“I’m trying to figure out what gift his broke ass could afford.” 

They watch tiredly as Frank stumbles behind the house, the sound of glass shattering ringing out, followed by a bunch of rumbling. When Frank comes back he makes his way over to his elder son, slapping two small items into his hands. “See if I’m invited now.”

Lip opens his hands to see two rings, one plain gold band and one with a small diamond in the middle. 

“What the fuck?” Fiona says, getting a closer look. “Where the hell did you get these?”

“These are my and Monica’s rings from our first wedding.”

“And you haven’t pawned them?” Ian asks.

Frank shrugs, “They’re sentimental.”

“You’ve sold Liam.”

“I was gonna get him back! Do you want them or not?” 

Lip looks over to Charlotte, “Bunny?”

The woman smiles, running a finger over the rings before nodding. “We could always have them blessed to…you know, get rid of any bad juju.” 

“Alright.” Lip says, giving her a peck before turning to get in the car. “Move out, people, let’s go.” As everyone piles in he looks at Frank sighing at them, running his dirty hands over each other. “Fuck.” he breathes, dropping his head forward on Charlotte’s shoulder as she sits in his lap. “Come the fuck on Frank.”

“Fantastic.”

Keith Hanes checks his watch one more time before shaking his head and standing from his desk. He’d given them extra time, tried to get some work done and called his wife while he waited. But time was up, he’d waited all that he could. As he turns the lights out and begins to lock up, he tsks at himself disappointedly. Of course it was a load of shit. He’s a Gallagher.

The older man turns the key, locking the second door of his office, certificate of marriage in his hand. He was a fool to even draft it up as he waited. Just as he goes to crumple the paper he hears what sounds like a stampede of feet running in the marble halls.

“Hey! Shit-” Keith turns to find the young couple sprinting over with the entire Gallagher clan (and one Milkovich) behind them. Lip slipping slightly before catching his balance as he and Charlotte round the corner. “We’re here. Made it.”

“You’re 30 minutes late.”

The blond runs a hand through his disheveled hair, running the other up and down the bare skin of his fianceé’s arm. “Is that uh, is that ours?” he asks, nodding his head toward the certificate.

“Well, yes-”

“Ah! Phillip!” Charlotte squeals, bouncing and squeezing his arm.  Lip twists his lips, attempting to contain his own smile as they essentially bum rush the judge back into the room. The young couple follow Keith over to his desk, still wrapped up in each other , exchanging pecks as they murmur excitedly to themselves. 

“Uh uh, if I’m gonna get my ass beat by my mama for letting you do this, we’re gonna do this right so we can at least get some pictures on the phone. Move-” V pushes Lip back by his chest, separating the pair before wrapping her manicured nails around Charlotte’s wrist. “C’mon little girl. One second judge.” 

Fiona shrugs at the bride as V rearranges the room, ushering Carl, Ian and Mickey to stand behind Lip and instructing Fiona and Debbie to go out into the hallway. Frank stumbles his way over, looping his dirty arm with Charlotte’s free one. “Frank, watch her fuckin’ dress.” Ian hisses as Lip’s brows furrow. “Fuck are you doin’ Frank?”

The older man frowns as his two eldest sons. “I’m-” he burps, “obviously going to be walking my new daughter down the aisle.”

Lip’s eyes immediately catch his girl’s as the brown pools widen. He could tell that she didn’t want that. This was gonna be a big moment, shit, he wouldn’t want to remember it with Frank either. Hell, he’s his dad and he planned to push him as far back as possible, he was lucky to be in the fuckin’ room. But he knows that his sweet girl knows he has complicated feelings toward his father. Hatred. Disgust. Humiliation. But the fucker was still in his blood. He couldn’t fully shake him. Lip knows Charlotte won’t outwardly protest Frank being part of this special moment that he was going to bust his ass to make sure is her only walk down an aisle. Not in front of his little siblings. Not when she’s not sure how he feels about it. “Yeah, fuck that, Frank, go sit down.”

“Well isn’t this fuckin’ something? I don’t happen to see her father here, steppin’ up. I’m welcoming her into the Gallagher family-”

“Sit the fuck down, Frank.” Lip grits, clenching his fists. This shit was not gonna happen. He was not gonna come in here, and bumble his way into ruining his wedding. He’d seen him do it to Fiona, he was not gonna do it to Lip. To Charlotte.  

“What? You get a little pussy and you’re a tough guy now?”

“Frank-” the blond steps forward, veins in his arm twitching with how tightly he was clenching his fists. Mickey not far behind him, waiting for someone to throw a punch so he could get his lick in, he was still mad at Frank from the last time he broke Ian’s nose, but he’d promised his boyfriend he wouldn't get arrested this month and they were fucking literally in a courthouse in front of a judge.

“He’s right.” Charlotte intercepts, shaking the older man’s arm off. She pats her free hand softly on her fiance’s cheek. “My dad isn’t here. But, Kev is. That’s what people do right? If your dad can’t do it your brother does?”

“Oh shit-” Kev huffs, using his arm to cover his face.

“Um…are you crying?”

“No, m’not fuckin’ cryin’, Lottie, come the fuck on-” He says, planting his hands on her shoulders and steering her the rest of the way out of the door.

Frank scoffs as he watches them. “Well just fuck me then.”

Lip doesn’t believe in fairytales. Or happy endings. True love, none of that shit. He’s always believed in what life has shown him. Fucking struggle basically. Bad shit with a little drop of happiness slipped in there before shit really hits the fan. Just enough good that he doesn’t just say fuck it and give up. That good usually came in the form of something with his siblings, finding some money, or getting his dick wet. 

Then Charlotte came. And those little moments of goodness, happiness starting happening more frequently. They came with the smiles she offered him, plump lips spreading, cheeks dimpling. They came with her soft hands, in his rougher ones, running through his hair cupping his face, touching him. It came with her laughter. Loud giggles that often ended with gasps and slaps on his arm and stomach. And still…with him getting his dick wet…but with her. 

All of that was great. Amazing. 

But this shit right here. He’d never known that it could get this good. Like, they’re in a courtroom/clerk’s office in the courthouse in which he’d had many things expunged from his record as a juvenile. Where he’d been dragged into foster care, group homes, what the fuck ever else by CPS. 

All of that went away watching Charlotte Fisher come down the aisle. It’s not even a fucking aisle. The walk from the doorway is too short. His blue eyes scan her hastily as she slowly makes her way, wanting to catch everything, capture every inch of her. He wants to commit this shit to memory. For when things get hard. He knows shit will never be this good again. This is it. He’s peaked. From her legs, up her body, the way the dress fit. The way her hair falls perfectly. And her face…her face he had to save for last. Because she’s doing it again. Looking at him like he’s something. Like he’s everything. He didn’t know you could feel love from a look like that. If he had the mental capacity at the time, he’d wonder what he must look like looking at her. Probably desperate. Needy. I mean, fuck it, he is. 

Lip hadn’t even realized he wasn’t breathing until she’s directly in front of him, leaning her forehead against his, the thin, sheer veil over her face the only thing separating him. The white fabric only making her look even more angelic. “You think your sister is gonna kill me for getting makeup on her veil?” she whispers with a giggle.

Phillip Gallagher is an all encompassing experience. You could laugh at Charlotte if you want to, she loves her man. A lot. So much so that after having a screaming match in front of his ex's house, trekking through mud, and one of the first things he’d ever said to her being ‘wanna bang one out’ she was here. In a white dress. And his sister’s veil. Getting married after like 3 months. And she’s fucking gassed.

She knew what she was signing up for. Chaos. Crazy. Gallagher. That’s fine. Phillip’s here. The consequences of dealing with her own family and friends from home barely cross her mind. All she could think of is intense blue eyes. She loves his eyes. She loves Phillip. He makes her happy. Before she’d come here, she’d thought she was content. She thought the only thing she was missing was independence. She didn’t know that this kind of joy existed. And she didn’t know she could care about someone else’s happiness like she cares about Phillip’s. He’s only 20. But life had already been so rough on him. It makes her sad, sometimes, the dark circles under his eyes, watching him bitterly light a cigarette and roughly tug at his beautiful curls when he’s stressed. Seeing his jaw clench when he sees another little kid wearing new shoes as his siblings walk around in used ones, or some guy gifting his girlfriend with something expensive. Charlotte wants to get rid of those looks. She wants to make life easier for him. To cater to him.

If V heard that she’d probably fucking vomit before slapping the shit out her. Her friends from home would think this was just people pleaser Charlotte, being tricked by some guy again. But this is different. She knows Phillip loves her.

She can feel it. To her core.  She can see it, in his eyes, essentially gazing into her soul as he looks at her intently. She can hear it, in the vow he makes to her.

“I’m gonna take fuckin’ care of you, Bunny.” 

She hears Judge Hansen sigh at the statement, probably shocked that the vow was so singular. So abrupt. 8 words and one of them was fuckin’.

To Charlotte, it was short and sweet. Meaningful.

“And I’m” she giggles wetly through her tears, her shaking hands in his larger, steadier ones. “Gonna make you so fuckin’ happy, Bubba.”

“You may now kiss the bride-”

“Fuckin’ finally.” Lip breathes, tugging Charlotte to him by the waist and capturing her lips. He leans into her with so much force she’d have stumbled back if his grip on her wasn’t so strong. Charlotte throws her arms around his neck, pressing even closer as their lips continue to meet, blissfully unaware of everyone around them. 

“Jesus, Gallagher, you’re not supposed to fuckin’ swallow her.” Mickey calls from behind them. Lip smiles into the kiss, pecking her lips one more time before pulling back, only to be pulled back in.

“Yes he is.” she grins, nudging his nose with hers and squealing as he picks her up, spinning her around.

“Alright, you got the music baby?” Kev calls as he makes his way behind the bar, pulling out shot glasses, lining them up on the wooden bar and preparing to pour. 

“On it.”

Lip finishes carrying Charlotte in on his back, refusing to carry her in bridal style because ‘this dingy ass bar isn’t our home’ but giving into her whining that her feet hurt and she didn’t want to get them dirty on the sidewalk. He plops her down on one of the stools and walks between her legs, rubbing his hands along her thighs, kissing her. “‘Makin’ you a spoiled brat.”

“Yeah? You married me?” she smiles against his lips. “That’s so cool.”

“Yeah, it fuckin’ is.” 

Wrapping her arm around his neck she lets him rest his head in hers, turning to Ian, “Okay, okay, flirt with me.”

The redhead snorts, leaning his elbows back against the bar. “Hey sexy, let me buy you a drink.”

“Ah! Nope, m’married!” she laughs, waving her left hand in his face, ignoring the tickling feeling of Lip’s breathy laughter on her skin. 

Fiona makes her way in, she’d just dropped the younger three kids off at Sheila’s so that they could fully celebrate at the Alibi without worrying about them. She pulls Charlotte from her younger brother’s embrace, pressing her lips to the girl’s cheeks. “Mwah, welcome to the shitshow baby, m’just happy to have a sister in law I can fuckin’ stand. He had shit taste before.” She laughs, shoving her brother’s shoulder. “Now, lets toast to the happy fucking couple.” her eyes lock with Lip’s and she gives him a crooked smile. “Seriously. Really fucking happy for you.”

Everybody has seen Lip fucked up before. Depending on the mood he was in, he could be fun as hell or he could look like Frank Jr. And everyone had seen Charlotte off her ass. She was…less reserved than usual. So, thank God Kev had flipped the closed sign before the shots started rolling. 

“Alright, alright man! You been under there long enough!” Kev calls, slapping Lip’s back. The younger man just chuckles as he climbs back from between his bride’s legs, garter dangling from his teeth. 

“No he hasn’t!”

“Charlotte!”

“She’s married, Kev.” V says, elbowing her own husband before grabbing her cousin’s hand, “One more drink.”

“One more!” Charlotte cheers, stumbling over to the bar and kneeling so her cousin can pour directly from the bottle into her mouth before pouring it into her own. “Baby, dance with me.”

“Lip doesn’t dance.” Fiona snorts, downing her own drink, coughing as she watches her brother obediently stand, going to sway with his new…shit wife. It’s so weird. Watching her little brother be a husband. Slow dancing with the young woman in front of him, despite the loud base of the fast paced music. The sloppy, drunken kissing and his hand on her ass was very on brand for her brother. But the soft smiles in between, and the thumb, sweeping softly over the girl’s cheek, that was new.

“Looks good on him doesn’t it?” Ian asks, resting his arm on his sister.

“Yeah. It does.” 

Mickey sidles up next to the siblings, following their gaze. “Cute.” he pats Ian’s hip before stumbling away, his drink sloshing in glass. “But I better get a real fuckin’ wedding.”

“Don’t get used to this, alright, it’s only because it’s your wedding night.” Fiona calls from Kev and V’s stoop. “And clean up after yourselves.” She watches as Lip lifts a yelping Charlotte off of the ground, stumbling backward a little himself before kicking the door open. She sighs, as it slams shut and turns to V. “Your family is gonna kill us, huh?”

“Oh yeah, we’re dead.”

The newlyweds can't concern themselves with anything but each other at the next house over.

“Okay so,” Lip begins between the heated kisses he’s placing on Charlotte’s neck. “Where do you wanna go first, cause this is the only time my family is ever gonna be cool enough to give us the house.”

His head swims as Charlotte’s hand tugs at the hair at the nape of his neck, her legs hooked around his waist as she drags his lips to hers, speaking against his mouth. “I wanna go where you wanna go.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

“C’mon baby.” He breathes before connecting their lips fully, hoisting her, gripping her ass as he walks them up the stairs. He pushes his…their bedroom door open. Charlotte starts giggling, kicking her feet lightly as she adjusts herself in his arms. “What’s funny?”

“You chose our bedroom?” she snorts, pulling back a little to look at him.

“So fuckin’ what? Why’s it funny?”

Charlotte cocks her head to the side, her hair had fallen down hours ago from the dancing she’d done with Fiona and V. “I mean, you’re just the same guy who’s always like,” she clears her throat and tries and fails to make her voice deeper. “Baby, m’so horny let me fuck you in this dirty bathroom, stop being so prissy. Bunny, Kev won’t even be able to tell if I eat your pussy in the car, nobody’s home, lemme bend you over the couch-” she squeaks when he slaps her ass before dumping her onto the bed.

“Fuckin’ brat, I was trying to be nice to you today.”

“Aww,” she pouts, “is that why you wanna do it the ‘boring’ way, like you call it.”

Lip’s gaze softens as he stares down at the woman splayed out on his bed, smiling up at him. “Yeah,” he all but whispers, smoothing his thumb over her cheek, dragging it down her lips and to her jaw, “and, uh, I wanna look at my wife’s pretty face.”

Charlotte settles, catching his hand with hers before he can pull it back, placing it fully on her cheek and leaning into it. “I love you.”

“I fucking love you.” he huffs out, before climbing on top of her and capturing her lips. 

This was nowhere near their first time. Like at all. Much to the chagrin of their families, Lip and Charlotte fuck at least 1-2 times a day. But this was something else entirely. They took turns quietly undressing each other, Charlotte taking the time to undo each of Lip’s buttons, Lip running his fingers along her spine as he unzips her zipper. Never straying far from each other, lips either melded together, or close, sharing air.

Charlotte’s fingers flex in blond curls as he settles between her legs, blue eyes staring at her intently, watching for every reaction, as he moans into her core. He only gets to taste her for a moment before she was whining for him to come up, wrapping her legs around him as he settles back on top of her. The couple shares a gasp as he pushes into her, the only sounds filling the air, the soft creaking of the old bed to the rhythm of his slow thrusts and the quiet moans they share. 

Lip fights to keep his eyes open despite their impulse to roll closed, desperately taking in her face as he rocks into her, one hand holding her leg, the other exploring her face, his thumb dips into her mouth for a moment, pulling a sound from her that has him chasing it to her lips, kissing her deeply, guiding her tongue along his, 

After a moment he drops his head next to hers, pressing his mouth to his ear. “Fucking love you.” Charlotte only gasps in response as his movements get rougher despite maintaining their slow pace. Her hand gripping at his arms as she tightens around him. “Yeah? You like that? You like hearing how much I love you?” Her cry only fuels him, his own mouth falling open briefly as he breathes against her neck. “I love you more than anything and now you’re mine. Say it.”

When all she offers him is a whine, Lip tightens his grip on her jaw slightly, leaning back up and pushing their foreheads together, looking down at her. “Did you hear me?”

“I…I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby. M’gonna make you so fuckin’ happy. Gonna get you a real fuckin’ house. Gonna be such a good husband for you, bunny. Take care of you.”

“M’gonna take care of you too.” she whispers, arching up to kiss him again, trailing her lips against his cheek.

“God damnit-” he groans, reaching down between them to rub along her clit, feeling her start to spasm around him. “Fuck fuck fuck. C’mon baby.” His grip on her tightens as she climaxes, squirming in his arms as he commits her cries to memory, wanting to hear that sound play on loop in his brain. Lip brings both of his hands to her hips, gripping tightly as he pins her to the bed, as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Fuck, Charlotte, tell me you love me.”

Through her haze, Charlotte calms enough to focus her vision on her husband, truly hearing his plea, seeing it in his eyes as he waits. How could she not? “I love you, Phillip Gallagher.”

Lip moans loudly, his hands tightening impossibly around her as he buries his face in her neck to bury the sound, but she hears it anyway. She feels as he empties himself into her and rubs her hands along his back as he settles on top of her, brushing wet curls away from his face when he finally comes up to press soft, persistent pecks onto her lips.

After a few minutes he pushes off and out of her, despite her demands that he stay where he was, and tosses her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “C’mon Mrs. Gallagher, we gotta make sure you don’t get a UTI.” 

“Romantic.”

“Shut up, I’m plenty romantic.”

“In what way?” she scoffs as he plops her down on the toilet and leans against the sink, not even offering her the decency of looking away while she pees. “Hey, you wanna get married tomorrow?” she mocks. 

Lip smirks down at her, flicking her forehead. “You’re gonna stop mockin’ me, you don’t like it when I do it to you.”

“I don’t care when you mock me.” she pouts, crossing her arms.

“Oh, fuck, Phillip-” he whines loudly, laughing between his mocking whimpers as he starts tugging her hands away from where they’re covering her ears. “I’m yours, Phillip, please-” he continues for a moment before quietly trailing off, running the rough pads of his fingers along her collarbone, following his own movement with his eyes, starting a trail down to her breasts.

“You just turned yourself on, didn’t you?” 

“Yeah.” he shrugs, leaning back on the sink again. “You gonna let me fuck you in the shower?”

Lip sleepily reaches over, grabbing the ringing phone from the bedside table, pressing it to his ear as he smooths a hand down Charlotte’s spine, hoping not to wake her. He was proud of his handiwork, her hair was a mess, she was gonna throw a fit when she woke up and realized she didn’t cover it, but it didn’t matter, they’d sweated it out the night before anyway. Her body is littered with hickeys, her ass still warm and red. He had matching love bites of his own and he was sure his back was red with scratch marks with the pleasant sting he feels. 

“Charlotte? Hello?” a man’s voice burns in Lip’s ears as his blue eyes shoot open. He pushes off of the bed, stepping onto the wooden floor, body already tense.

“Who the fuck is this?” he growls into the phone, his change in tone causing the woman to stir.

The voice sounds affronted, meeting his anger with its own. “No, who the hell is this?”

“Her fucking husband, your turn dickhead.” He grits, Charlotte shooting up behind him, waving her hands and trying to wrestle the device out of his hands pleading ‘hang up, hang up, hang up-’ “Her fucking father, young man. I win. Now can I speak to my daughter?”

#oc #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #kevin ball #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #shameless #veronica fisher #gallagher #love #charlotte fisher #better #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich

[airas-story]

Autumn Wedding

“No.” “Absolutely not.”

The words mixed together and Tony glanced to the side to see that Stephen looked just as disturbed as Tony did.

Pepper crossed her arms. Tony could hear the menacing ‘tap, tap’ of the toe of her shoe against the tile of the floor that meant only bad things for Tony.

“It is your wedding, Tony,” she said. “Under no circumstances are the two of you running off to Vegas and getting married in some… drunken ceremony.”

Tony pouted. “I don’t see why we should be denied the opportunity to be as irresponsible as we like. And no one said it was going to be drunken.”

“Tony will be perfectly sober when he marries me,” Stephen agreed. “Too many jokes about drunken mistakes, if not. I refuse to put up with those. But Vegas is an excellent option.”

“No,” Pepper said firmly. “I have run your life for over a decade at this point, Tony. I reserve the right to run this. In fact, I claim running your wedding as my reward for all of my hard work.”

That made absolutely zero sense. “I’m pretty sure you had a nice salary as your reward,” Tony pointed out. “But also, why would you want more work as a reward for all of your work?”

“Because without me this will be a mess.” Pepper shook her head, she gathered up the documents she’d brought into the room with her when she’d overheard his and Stephen’s plans to just run off to Vegas the next weekend they both had free.

“But Pepper,” Tony started.

Pepper arched an eyebrow at him, daring him to finish his complaint. 

Tony decided it might be better not to. “Fine, but only if you can convince Stephen.” Hopefully Stephen held out longer than Tony had.

She turned her gaze to Stephen whose face was a picture of stubborn defiance. “Oh, that’ll be easy. All I have to do is promise not to tell Christine that he was planning on getting married without inviting her if he lets me run things.”

Stephen blanched. “You know what, now that I’m thinking about it, having you help us plan our wedding sounds like an excellent idea.”

Tony winced, because yeah, if he’d just been threatened with Christine’s wrath, he’d have changed his mind, too.

“Excellent.” Pepper’s smile was entirely too smug. And really, Tony was starting to think she got her way a little too often. Not that he was about to tell her that. “I’m thinking an autumn wedding.”

Autumn!? “That’s months away,” Tony complained.

Pepper looked unswayed by his protest. “That’s me rushing it. Do you know how much effort goes into preparing a wedding?”

“Absolutely none if you run away to Vegas,” Tony muttered under his breath.

Pepper narrowed her eyes at him, which meant that he had absolutely been heard. 

“Not that I’m going to do that,” he added. He sighed as long-sufferingly as he could manage. “I can wait until fall.”

“Exercising a bit of patience will be good for you,” Pepper said. She handed him the paperwork. “Now go through these, I need your signature on them by tomorrow.”

Tony made a face, but accepted the paperwork. “Fine. Can our wedding colors be red and gold?”

“Seriously?” Stephen asked, and this time he was the one who sounded unimpressed. Where was his loyalty? Tony had an image to maintain. “Red and gold?”

“No,” Pepper said. “This is going to be a tasteful wedding.”

The outrage. “Red and gold is tasteful.”

“Not your idea of red and gold,” Pepper said. “Which is why I’m in charge.” She turned toward the door. “Paperwork, tomorrow.”

Tony let out a mournful sigh as she left. “You know, I’m an expert at refusing to listen,” he said, turning to Stephen. “We can still run to Vegas.”

“Christine would kill me,” Stephen said, sounding bereft. “Then you. Then bring us back to life so she can kill us again. And Pepper will help her.”

Tony sighed. “Autumn wedding it is.”

#ironstrange #fic #stephen strange #tony stark #pepper potts #pepper gets her way

[arcadeyes]

Learning a “useless language” can be hard.

First off, i’d like to state that i believe no language is truly useless. Not ones people in your country don’t speak, not ones that have a very low amount of speakers, not even ones that died out a thousand years ago. But learning a language that the world (or even just yourself) has deemed useless can be hard.

The lack of resources available for these lesser learnt languages can be annoying especially if it isnt on duolingo or other language learning apps.

The lack of community. I’m attempting to learn romanes because my mother is romani but she doesnt speak it and its a closed language (might talk about that in a later post)

The lack of motive. Yes, i want to learn my ancestors/families languages but its hard. It’s not like i’ll get to speak it with anyone.

But sometimes its not so hard. Sometimes you get this sprinkle of hope- a reward that makes you want to push on. For myself, that’ll be talking to my irish friend A as gaeilge. We are both chugging through the duolingo course and sometimes we might attempt to have a little natter in irish and for a moment i’ll feel like i’m not wasting my time. i’m doing something worthwhile.

Learning a useless language can be hard, but the thought of giving up is worse.

Learning a useless language can’t be hard because in my eyes there are no useless languages.

#gaeilge #irish #languages #ireland #farsi #latin #ancient greek #ancient languages #dead languages #kurdish #romani language