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When We’re Ready [1] | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

[Part One] [Part Two]

Summary: Kylian's blatant desire for a baby has your head spinning. Though, you must say, he is quite convincing...

Warnings: SMUT! Minors, go away. Penatrative sex, oral (female receiving), groping (semi-public), breeding kink, cussing, horny mfs, kinda cringe and cheesy but I stand by it. Let me know if I missed anything! – English is not my first language. –

Masterlist

Kylian was easy to read. His expressive face always gave him away; scrunching and elongating against his will. Even when he was meant to hide his true feelings in certain situations, there was always a little twinge of the eyebrow or crook of the lip to let you know exactly what he was thinking.

Maybe you just knew him too well, spent too much time with his elastic face to pick up on the micro expressions that made it possible to know his mood at any time. But, something was different about tonight. Cheeky? Yes. Pensive? For sure. Annoyed? Maybe… It was hard to say with the way he stared at you from the bed. One hand propping up his heavy head while he watched you intently putting lotion on. 

This expression was new.

“Babe?” You call, rubbing together the leftover lotion on your hands, sitting in front of him on the bed. “You okay?”

“Mhm.” He hums, still seeming out of it as he shifts and stares at the TV now, though it only reflects a dark image of himself back at him, seeing as it wasn’t even turned on.

You narrow your eyes at him. “I don’t buy it. Something’s on your mind.” You take your rings and earrings off, setting them in your jewelry catcher by your nightstand. Kylian stayed quiet as you got under the covers, drawing his attention back to you.

When he didn’t give you any sort of answer, you had no choice but to scroll on your phone in an attempt to ignore the burning stare that came from your husband's side of the bed. Eventually, it was impossible to pretend you didn’t feel his eyes dead set on your face. You shut your cell off and set your phone on your stomach, looking directly at him, your sudden view shift taking him by surprise. “Okay, seriously. What?”

“Nothing.” You catch a smirk barely grazing his lips before he just shakes his head, turning and switching off his bedside lamp, cozying up under the duvet. “Don’t worry about it.”

You huff and sneer at his answer, shutting off your lamp as well, curling up with an obvious annoyance at the lack of information. “He thinks I'm not gonna worry about it.” You mumble to yourself passive aggressively, your back turned to him. “You’re being weird. I don’t like it.”

“I'm not being weird.”

“Are too.”

Kylian stared at the back of your head, quiet as he slowly reached for your waist, effectively pulling your body up against his to share his warmth.

“Oh, so now you wanna cuddle?” You grumble, settling in comfortably despite the bite that laced your words.

He kissed your hair, lost in his own racing mind, not fully convinced he should bring this up to you tonight. Your annoyance was surface level, nothing he was deeply concerned about because he felt the way you relaxed against his own muscles, letting his arms act as your blanket. 

He was sure that the thoughts that persist in his skull had crossed your mind as well. As he lay there with you, the love of his life, he let his brain think without hesitation; no if’s or but’s, no playing devil's advocate with himself. He let himself indulge in the future fantasy that he had dreamed of since he was a small boy. He felt lucky he had you in all of his delusions, always right there with him. You’re around in every scenario he makes up; ever present, making you laugh, making you swoon. He feels so lucky that you stand with him in the tangible world as well, looking better than anything he comes up with in his mind. Saying funnier things, sweeter things.

As your breathing stables, he’s not sure if you’re fully asleep yet, or how long the silence has even run for. His throat would close at the words when you were awake and responsive, but now that he couldn’t tell, it was easier to whisper them to your sleeping figure – nothing holding him back from telling you his little secret.

“Let’s have a baby.”

His voice could have been mistaken as a sigh as he breathed the words gently into your ear… but you heard them.

Your eyes shot open wide, the air becomes harder to take in your lungs at the shock, laying still in his arms. Slowly, you lift your head and stare back at him. He feels just as shocked upon seeing that you’re actually awake, gulping at the confession he let slip. 

He knew you wanted kids, just like he did. You’ve been married just about four months and had previously talked about waiting two years or so to start a family. The pair of you agreed stability in the home was necessary before bringing a child into it – which was fair enough – but his baby fever was deadly. There wasn't anything he could do to keep away the images of little toes, and bassinets, and rolls on their tummy, and dimples on their legs and… just everything. He wanted to see them grow up. He wanted to debate you on who they got it from. He was prepared to do anything for that baby, and the baby itself is just a thought. A sweet little figment of his imagination… but they already had your eyes.

“Did I hear you right?” You sleepily mumble, feeling his grip on you grow tighter and his heartbeat quickening just a smidge.

He kisses your sleepy cheek, resting his face against yours as his arms wrap more securely around you. “Oui, mon coeur. I want a baby with you.” He repeated, voice still soft.

“You think now is a good time for us?”

“Mm…” He ponders a moment. “I think so.”

“Is this what you were thinking about?”

He kisses your shoulder. “Yeah. Been thinking it for a while.”

“A while…”

“A month or two.” Kylian shrugs like it's casual… like it hasn't completely taken over his brain from the second he saw you walk down the aisle. “Imagine our little family. Just the three of us." He lets the silence marinate, unsure of whether or not you've fallen asleep on him. "Don't you think?" He squeezes you gently, needing to keep this conversation going now that it's started.

You burrow your back into him to let him know you're still lucid. "Yeah. Just the three of us... but... is now the time to bring a baby into the world?"

His sigh sounds defeated, tickling your face. “You don’t think it is…”

“I don’t know… I haven’t really thought about it.” You admit, looking at him once more. His eyebrows furrow and now you can read him clearly. 

The overthinking face. 

Despite being confident in himself and his actions in pretty much every aspect of his life, Kylian is a chronic overthinker. He’ll let his thoughts drag him into a darker place. He begins to question little comments or actions that he wouldn’t have thought twice about if the little voice in his head would just leave him alone. The crease between his eyebrows tilt upward, his tongue finds his top row of teeth, his stare points away to a still object that will allow him to daze off into the flying spiral of introspection. 

You tap your finger on his chin to get him to look back at you so you could ground him. “I have thought about it. A lot. Just not so much recently…” You say, not only doing damage control on your last comment, but a true statement on the topic of family that you’re interested in exploring further. “With the wedding, moving, family stuff, you know. Everything’s a little jumbled right now.”

The gears turn in his head and he purses his lips. “No, I get it.” He sighs deeply. “I guess you’re right.” You turn in his arms, now curled into his chest. He kisses your forehead before resting his chin on it, engulfing your body completely in his. “But, maybe two years is a little long to wait.”

“Yeah, I agree. Who knows if we’ll even still be together by then.” You grin mischievously into his skin and feel the vibration of his deep chuckle from your obvious joke.

“Shut up.” 

You move your head so you could look at him, pressing a kiss to his chapped and upturned lips. “Let’s give it until the end of the summer. That’s like, what, three months? If we both feel like the time is right, then we start trying, For real.”

He closes his eyes to feel your presence in his, content enough with the compromise. Isn’t that what marriage is all about, anyway? 

He wiggles his eyebrows. “You up for a little practice?”

“Practice?”

He rubs a firm hand down your back, letting it rest lower than it was before. “Just a little refresher…”

You caught on, rolling your eyes as he pulls away to gauge your reaction to his suggestion. 

“Ky, if anything, you’re a little over-practiced in that department.”

“No such thing, baby. Take it from me, I’m an athlete.” He smirks cheekily, letting only one finger run against your skin, tracing where the hem of your tank top had been resting on your hip. He dipped it lower and pulled up at the waistband of your underwear, letting it snap back gently, stinging only slightly but your sleepy state caused you to feel it ripple through you like he had whipped you.

“Hm…” You were sleepy, sure… but Kylian dipped his face into your neck. His lips could not have been more supple against your skin. The open mouth kisses he placed were gentle, soft, beyond seductive. Your eyes shut against your will at the feeling, his large palm flat against your side and moving up under the material that separated his bare chest from yours, tongue prodding out just slightly to taste your skin. “... I guess we can practice. Just a little…”

That night changed everything for you. 

You see babies everywhere now, it’s like the population multiplied overnight. There was nothing that could stop you from cooing at their tiny socks and chubby ankles, the sound of their giggle echoing through the grocery store, their innocent little smiles when they looked at their mommy or daddy… God, does everyone have a damn baby but you?

The months went on and the late summer sun was hotter than it had ever been. At least for as long as you’d lived in Paris. You could barely walk outside for the mail without sweating and needing a shower. You verbally thanked the heavens you weren't pregnant right now, not being able to imagine carrying a human inside of you with all of this heat. Kylian brushed it off, still holding out hope for a new addition to the Mbappe household. 

Kylain might be an extremely intelligent man, but, boy… subtlety is not his strong suit. It started with him leaving open baby magazines on the kitchen counter, flipped to the cutest, smallest, chunkiest little one they had on print. He’d send you baby TikTok videos with a message that read “do you like this color for the living room walls?” 

In his defense, he was never trying to be subtle. He continued to think about what you said that night he first mentioned trying, and he still thinks that bringing a baby into the mix is right for you two. He tried to chop it down to his social media algorithm sabotaging him with constant baby content or maybe the honeymoon phase after the wedding had him feeling this strongly, but those explanations just didn’t feel right. After knowing you for six years and getting to love you for almost all of that time, he was eager to create a family with you right in the center of it. 

The baby discussion had made a sharp turn at some point this last month. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it all went from questioning every aspect of your life together and reasoning with one another about very serious doubts and scenarios, to unhinged conversations about things that just caused you to giggle. Things like: where the pair of you would bring your newborn on their first vacation, what their first word would be, if they’d follow in Kylians footsteps, how much money the tooth fairy would give them for their first lost tooth.

It’s safe to say, you finally came to the silent conclusion that you were ready – but that realization couldn't have come at a more awkward time.

Dinner with his whole side of the family was a blessing for you both. It wasn’t very often that every schedule cleared up in the same time frame. A large restaurant section was rented out in the heart of Paris for family and friends to get together. It was a nice time to make conversation and catch up on everything life had churned out since the last time you’d seen each other. The appetizers were spectacular, the drinks were doing their job, it was all so nice…

… Except that nothing – yes, nothing – is more awkward than being unstoppably horny for your husband in front of his entire family. You cut yourself off after martini number three when you noticed it was turning your brain into goo. The buzz wasn't enough to make you drool and incoherent, but seeing your Kylian playing with his niece and nephew, picking them up and turning them upside down, pressing affectionate smooches to their bulbous cheeks… drooling and incherency was not far behind. 

He was going to be such a good dad. He was already the most caring husband, even with all of his responsibilities and commitments. He found time for you in every sliver of open space in his schedule, needing to soak up quality time with his wife as if it were as necessary as air. 

The entrées began to come out as everyone took their respective seats. Kylian was still oblivious to the googly eyes you’d been throwing in his direction all night, but it wasn’t long after he sat down that he caught on. 

He leans over to whisper to you, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I know that look. Very well.”

You shudder at his breath tickling your skin. Flustered beyond belief, you could only manage to shake your head, letting out a shy and breathy laugh.

Kylian bit his lip and snickered along with you, setting his hand on your knee and faces forward. His touch was hot. A skillet off of the stove would have sent the same wave of heat all the way up your limbs. You reach for the water on the table, positive that the fierce blush overtaking your face would be obvious to anyone who decided to look at you in your current state. His long fingers began moving against your knee, tracing mindless patterns that only sent you more goosebumps. He knew that every gentle touch or fragment of affection he would give you right now would be heightened tenfold… he loved knowing that you were putty in his hands. He knew your mind – and right now, he had completely taken over it.

“Feeling okay, mon amour?” The sly smirk on his face gave him away. He was just teasing you, and Lord, does he love teasing. His hand moves upward to your midthigh, stopping and moving his thumb up and down above your dress, crinkling the material. “You’re looking a little flushed.”

You’d been avoiding eye contact, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your needy gaze. “Kylian, stop it. Your mom’s sitting right there.” You reprimand in a soft voice, not wanting to raise any attention to the pair of you up to nothing decent.

“I’m not doing anything.” He chuckles, moving his hand a little higher. You suck in a sharp breath as he leans into your ear again. “Won’t you look at me, bébé?” 

You shake your head no, feeling quite shy as your throat dries up. You clear your throat discreetly and reach for the cold water once more, but Kylians hand grabs your palm, bringing it to his lips. “Let me see those eyes, baby.” He mumbled against your hand. His back was turned to the rest of the table, acting as a human curtain for your obvious discomposure.

You roll your eyes before looking at him. You tried your best to give him a scolding look, but the second you saw that same glimmer in his eye that matched yours, your current sensitivities doubled down. The pace of your heart heightened quickly, the warmth in your cheeks increasing by the second.

You felt like leaning in to kiss his lips. He licked them right when he took a quick glance at your own, your hand still taken in his.

“Your eggplant parmesan, madame.” You didn’t even see the waiters bringing out the entrées being too engrossed in Kylian's burning stare. You smile up and thank her then look around the table. You’d forgotten that there were other people there for a second, much less his family. His mom, dad, nieces, nephews, aunties – distant or otherwise… You had to pull yourself together before they caught on to your overly horny demeanor. 

Kylian took his hand off your thigh when his chicken alfredo was placed in front of him, noticing how you sat up straighter. For now, he’d let you do your best to make regular conversation with his cousins that sat across from the both of you, but he noticed how tightly your legs were crossed together. He saw your eyes dart away from his whenever you turned his way. When he brushed your pinky on the table before engulfing your hand, you took in a sharp breath. So sensitive. 

He nodded toward your empty plate. “Feel like turning in early, mon coeur?”

You raised a brow at him. “Ky, you sure? Your whole family’s here. Don’t you wanna stay a little longer?”

He shrugs. “We’ve been mingling for like,” he looks at his watch, “almost three hours. Besides, I’m quite a bit distracted tonight.” He peeks down at your cleavage, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. “I think I wanna take you home.”

You shudder when he leans in and kisses the corner of your lips. To anyone watching, it’s a sweet gesture of affection, but to you… it was erotic. Sensual. It made you tighten your thighs even more.

His attention is taken back to the others at the table, letting them know that the two of you would be leaving a little early, blaming it on his morning training schedule. You two made your rounds to every seat, kissing cheeks and rubbing shoulders, making sure you left a good impression with each and every one of the members of the group. 

He opened the car door for you, grabbing your hand to help you in, kissing your knuckles before hopping in the driver's seat. He weaved through traffic with a sure hand on your upper thigh, slowly and subconsciously getting higher and higher. 

It’s unfair that he holds all the power right now – making you sweat and need him with every purposeful tap on your skin. The pads of his fingers migrated downward over your dress until it reached the hem of the frilly garment. His eyes were fixed on the red light in front of him as he let his hand travel under your dress – the simple skin to skin enough to invade you with goosebumps – feeling each and every one on the trail he formed toward your panties, toying with the band wrapped around your hip.  

You didn’t even mean to swivel your hips closer to his hand, but when his forefinger traveled lightly to feel your slit over the elastic material, you couldn’t stop yourself. “Ky…” You whined as he wiggled his digit against you. 

You look over to see his smirk facing forward, practically visualizing his ego growing at just your involuntary mewl. Looking at his lap, you saw the trace of his member was much too prominent to assume your neediness wasn’t affecting him. You reached over and took hold of it, gripping with a single squeeze that had his breath shake in surprise. 

“Merde, cherie…” He hissed, taking sporadic peeks down at your hand as it rubbed him through the layer of cloth. It wasn’t responsible to grope him while he was behind the wheel, but the standstill traffic and ultra tinted windows lent you enough feelings of safety to continue your motions. You felt him getting harder as you pumped your fist as best you could over his stiff zipper. 

Half his mind wanted to ask you to wait until you got home so he could shove you between him and the wall, feel, kiss, bite, lick every centimeter he saw… but how could he? Your fluttering lashes made him forget how to speak coherently. He just couldn’t resist you. 

His personal fucking kryptonite. 

There you both sat, hands on each other's most intimate parts in the center of traffic. It was kind of exciting that the people on the same road had no idea what was going on. That the thick steel doors and blackened windows were the only thing keeping them from seeing you throw your head back when he pressed on your clit. That they were oblivious to the sweet sounds that bubbled up from Kylians chest as you ran your knuckles over his tip, the hand that wasn’t lost under your otherwise innocent dress gripping the steering wheel so, so tightly. 

Kylian took a quick and sharp left, finally away from the traffic going down the last road until you reached your private residence. His foot pressed all the way down on the pedal, impatiently rolling the stop signs. In any other scenario, it would make you nervous, but you truly didn't even notice the way he broke traffic laws once he had removed his hand in the urgency of it all. 

You unbuckled as he drove down the last couple of blocks, leaning over the center console to attack his open neck, surely leaving a big purple bruise in your wake. Your hand wrapped around his face, pressing him further into you. He grunted and closed his eyes as soon as he put the car in park inside the garage, wasting no time grabbing for your leg so you could straddle him in the tall SUV. 

Kylian hiked your dress up with his hand firmly placed on the globe of your ass, squeezing your flesh harshly as you grinded down onto him. With his lips now on your own, all the sounds of pleasure were muffled and smothered.  

“J'ai tellement besoin de toi, putain.” I need you so fucking bad. His hands roamed higher around your waist as he got access to your neck.

“J'ai besoin que tu mettes un bébé en moi. C'est si dur.” I need you to put a baby in me. So bad. When you say these words, you feel him stiffen. His hands cease their movements, now only gripping you in place as he leans his head back to look at your face. He needed to see if you were joking or not. Breathless and completely earnest, you stare into his wide eyes, feeling the way the mood changed with just a single phrase. 

He hints at a smile. “You’re serious?”

You nod, kissing the tip of his nose, brushing your thumb dearly on his cheekbone. “So serious.”

He grins happily, pure excitement behind his eyes as he rubs your back with an incredible gentleness. He’s overtaken with fondness as he leans in to kiss you again. He smiles into it, letting out a joyous giggle when he hugs you tightly.

He barely pulls back. “Let’s get you inside. My beautiful wife.”

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you as he hugs you down the hallway toward the master bedroom, taking small detours when he simply couldn't help himself; grasping your neck to kiss you lovingly, slowing down to press you against his front and whisper sweet things in your ear. 

You half expected him to throw you on the bed, rip your dress off, and take you like it was an animalistic instinct. By his conduct in the restaurant and in the car, you’d expect nothing less than a rough and primal fuck. 

But, no. He walked you backward toward the bed, only staring into your eyes adoringly as he lifted you up to lay your head down on the pillow comfortably. 

He kissed you once before just looking at you on the mattress, knees turned in and pathetic little squirm demanding its way through your limbs. Your pretty purple dress was now wrinkled and twisted, halfway up your thigh, straps hanging loosely off your shoulder.

He beamed, deciding to sit on his knees with you in between him as he began undoing his white dress shirt, button by button, eyes never leaving yours. Your grabby hands untucked the material from his pants, matching his slower pace as you undid the buckle of his belt.

Once his shirt just hung on his shoulders, he placed two warm hands on your legs, allowing them to wander up and up, the material of your dress all scrunched up in their path. He unveiled your body to his hungry eyes, tapping the side of your ribs so you’d sit up and let him take it off of you completely. You both giggled softly when it finally went over your face, disheveling your hair in the process. Kylian brushed it all away from your features, grabbing your face sweetly and laying you back down, noses only an inch away as he balanced his body on top of yours.

“Mon amour.” He mumbled adoringly, brushing his nose with yours, grazing your lips slightly. “We’re really doing this.”

You just smile, pecking the cheesy wide grin that had taken over his features. “We’re ready.” You confirm, wrapping both your arms around his neck. 

He slowly made his way down your body, inch by inch, kiss by kiss. His tongue made soft and swift circles on your left nipple, your other being pinched and soothed by his strong fingers. As he ventured further, he placed his palms firmly on your tummy, kissing it so tenderly, as if to prepare a space for his future baby. Blessing it’s temporary home before they even had the chance to get there.

“You’re going to look so pretty when I get you pregnant.” The words were strangled between the emotions in his voice and the ringing in your own ears; the pressure of his lowering hands making your head spin. 

He tossed his shirt aside along with his pants when he reached your underwear, placing himself with purpose as he began pulling down the lacy garment. He hummed delightedly when a string of your slick clung onto the material. You showcased your pussy to him like he paid for it, jutting your hips toward him with pure need. 

“You’re so fucking wet.” He murmured as he ran a finger through your folds, just to tease, perceptive to the shiver that formed a sweet noise from your chest.

Without needing further instruction, he kitten licked your clit, gently sucking on it now and then. You turned your head into the silk pillow, letting it catch most of the crude noises you were making for the man between your legs. With his arms securely wrapped around your thighs, he pressed his face further into your core, shaking his head back and forth before adding two fingers. 

“God – fuck, Ky.” The abstruse praises spewed out of you when he curled his long, long fingers up, pumping them as they hooked inside your rigid walls. 

He pulled them out too quickly for your liking, taking his magic tongue with him as he stared down at your pussy. He stretched your skin apart with his thumbs, playing with you for his own visual gratification before slowly inserting three fingers inside at once. He watched them intently disappear into you, then quickly looking at your face that twisted in delight as he stretched you open – preparing you for his thick member. 

You wailed in pleasure, your hands gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white. “Oh my god, Kylian.” How he loved hearing you moan out his name. It only made him need you more, staring up at you dotingly past your stomach. “Please, baby… I need you.” You begged.

His fingers slow down before leaving you bare. He watched your empty pulsing hole for only a second, licking his fingers clean as he shuffled around to be on top of you once more. 

He hovered over you, staring deeply into your eyes. You sighed in contentment at his gazing, allowing one of your hands to go astray to lower his boxer briefs over his ass, pulling down the front as well. You took hold of his thick and hard cock, pumping it while keeping eye contact with your lover. It was so beautiful to observe the tiny fragments of expressions that waved over his face. The microscopic twinges of his eyelids, the slight curve that forms between his eyebrow, the gentle pursing of his lips. 

You tugged him to your opening, running his dick along your soaked lips, lubricating it as you began to try and prod yourself open with him. Just the feeling of his tip beginning to enter your tight pussy had him shuddering. Kylian met your hand, helping it guide his cock to your entrance, slowly inserting his desperate mushroomhead.

He moved slightly, watching your expression for discomfort. “You’re so tight.” He huffed. Your hand stayed on his base, his small and paced movements still only to stretch you out for him. He felt the pads of your fingers as he shallowly pushed in and out of you.

“Faster.” You demanded, moving your hands to his ass to follow his movements. 

He complied, heavy breathing fanning your face, his pace increasing, stuffing more of himself inside of you. Kylians eyes were shut tightly, head lulling down and occasionally planting a sloppy kiss on whatever skin happened to be closest to his parted lips. His arms shift into a plank position and he nuzzles his face in your neck, body pressed firmly against you – the beads of sweat on his muscles rubbing against your middle in tandem with his thrusts that still only went in halfway. With your hands still on the globes of his ass, you clenched and pushed him deeper with your palms. 

He groans at the feeling, almost all the way inside of you. “You want it all? Huh?” He asks between gasps of air. “You want me to stretch out your tight little pussy. Take it.” He kisses you, tongue aggressively scouting your mouth. He lifts your legs up and sets them around his shoulders. 

While staring into your eyes, he snaps his hips forward until his pelvic bone was pressed deliciously on your own.

“Fuck!” You scream, feeling him so, so deep inside of you. The slightly upward curve pinned against your g-spot as he stayed still in that position. The way your strained walls grabbed him and kept him buried inside made his eyes cross for a second. He tilted his head and kissed your left knee. Your foot grazed his back when he pulled out almost all the way, and, Christ… the look he gave you was debilitating when he thrusts back in.

When you say Kylian is easy to read, you really meant it. You could stare at his face for all of three seconds and gauge his mood. It was something he actually found a little annoying sometimes; coming home after a tough day and you’d force him to talk about it before he would even get a hello out. He could say he hated your perceptiveness all he wants, but he’ll never truly convince himself of that. He loved that he could communicate with you with just a simple impression on his features. 

Now, he thrusted in and out, in and out as he gazed down at your hooded eyelids – and the look on his face was, again, one you've never seen before. 

And despite this, you just knew what it meant. You felt it in your heart. 

Love. Passion. Devotion. Care. Companionship. He'll be there for everything that is to come.

You saw your future in the shining glimmer in his irises. You saw everything. 

Tears naturally welled in your eyes, one slipped, rolling down the side of your face. There was a glint of concern in Kylian as he slowed his unforgiving pace, but you moved your hips to keep him going.

He halted his motions and was about to ask you if you were okay or if you were hurt, but your hands cradled his face and you leaned up to peck his lips. “I just love you so much.” You say, answering the question he hadn’t even asked yet. 

He lets out a deep sigh, wavering and telling. His thumb grazes over the trail of your tear, then leaves it there to stroke your skin. You gave him a light and playful spank on his right butt cheek, making you both giggle. He leaned down and kissed you feverishly – smooching once, twice, three times and pulling back only slightly.

“I love you. Je t'aime. Dieu, je t'aime tellement.” I love you. God, I love you so much. He planted sweet kisses all over your face, still smiling. “Tu es tout pour moi.” You are everything to me. 

He pulled completely out of you, leaving you empty. A whine bubbled out of your chest and Kylian traced over the crease that had formed between your eyebrows, just before inserting himself back. Your mouth opened in pleasure, a moan stuck inside your throat as he gradually powered through your tight walls, inch by fucking inch. It was a feeling of complete satisfaction when his tip collided with your sweet spot once more. Even better when the drag of his thrusts nudged it over, and over, and over, A slow pace. A gentle pace. A pace that he felt necessary for the beginning of this new chapter. 

He knew he was close, but kept his rhythm to get you there with. His hand found your clit quickly, making you jolt up, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him into you.

“Oh, shit, Kylian… God! Yes! Fuuuuck…” The heaps of praise melted like butter in Kylians ears. The sweet voice of the woman he loves praising him made his heart flutter, soaking in the feeling of your teeth sinking into his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna fill you up.” He stuttered into your hair, changing the motions of his fingers of your sensitive bud to get you there faster.

“Please, please, Kylian.” You kiss his neck, biting the skin. “Get me pregnant. Please.”

He moaned at your words, feeling like he couldn’t stop himself from orgasming for a minute longer. “Putain, je suis sur le point de... bon sang!” Fuck, I’m about to… Jesus Christ! 

It was there. Right there. His thrusts faltered, he took your face from his neck and ran his free thumb over your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as he groaned deeply. He squeezed his eyes closed as you felt his hot spurts of cum painting your walls, shooting into you delightfully until you were sure you were full. He cursed, eyes screwed shut as he continued thrusting sporadically. The feeling of it all made the knot in your abdomen pop. You screamed his name, legs shaking on his shoulder violently, toes curling, thighs shivering.

He pulled his hand away and kept fucking his cum into you through his groans of overstimulation, right until he had to gently and slowly pull out. He kept your legs pressed against your chest as he ventured down the mattress to get a better view of your pussy; his seed spilling out of you in dribbles, forcing him to stuff as much as he could back into you with his thumb. You shivered, lifting your head to watch him admire his work as if you were a piece of art he’d spent centuries perfecting. Slowly, he brought your sore legs back into a more natural position, soothing your aching muscles with a gentle massage. You were still coming down under his touch, both of you absolutely breathless. He throws himself down on the pillows next to you, whisking your hand from your heaving stomach – just holding it as you both calmed down and caught your breath. 

“Christ…” You mumbled, chuckling a little bit. You rotate your body toward him with a giddy smile on your face, cuddling into his side and kissing his cheek. He began chuckling along with you. “What if I'm pregnant right now?” You ask, excitement comfortably taking over your face. 

He shakes his head and looks at you, then down to your exposed stomach pressed against him. His hand snakes onto your middle, gently pushing you on your back as he steadied his hand right on your belly button. 

He didn't even need to say anything. His face said it all. 

The excitement of it all carried through the following weeks. It took everything in you to not tell every one of your friends and co-workers that you guys were trying. With the media breathing down your necks, it was agreed that this would be kept on the down low and you’d only announce when you were showing and could no longer hide it. Privacy was important to you both as a couple, and saying you're trying was really just a socially acceptable way of telling people you and Kylian were just constantly having sex.

Your leg bounced in anticipation as you asked your Alexa (again) how long was left of your fifteen minute timer. Kylian chewed on his thumbnail as he sat next to you on the bed with the same frustration at the slow clock ticking down, needing to know if the little stick that sat in the bathroom had one or two lines painted on it. 

“I’m not pregnant.” You say into the silence with no evidence that that was true.

He leans back, taking his raw nail away from his teeth. “You could be.”

“I don’t think I am. Wouldn’t I, you know, like, feel it, or something?”

He sighs, placing a sure hand on the small of your back. “I have no idea. I don’t know if you know this about me… but I’ve never been pregnant before.” He smiles, earning a forced grin from you. He notices the unnaturalness of your curved lips to appease his bad joke, never reaching your eyes as they darted around the room nervously. He scoots closer, hugging your shoulders comfortingly, rubbing them like it would take away your anxiety. “Whatever it says, we have time. We keep trying.” He kisses your cheek with a quirk in his smile. “I quite enjoy trying.” You huff out a laugh – a real one – and playfully jab his stomach with your elbow. 

That moment lasted no longer than a few seconds before the sound of the alarm went off. You audibly gulped down the minimal moisture in your mouth, taking a deep breath in as you both walked to the bathroom, Kylian holding your shoulders as he walked behind you into the tiled room. 

“You want me to look?” He quietly asked after you just stared at the stick that was face down on the counter, not moving a muscle or even blinking. You nod, wiping your hands on your pants. 

It felt like everything moved in slow motion when he reached for the otherwise insignificant plastic test that your future was written on. He kept the stick face down in his hand and took a deep breath in. You subconsciously crossed your fingers at your side. You’d never done that before, but you were hoping the universe would listen to your silent pleading superstition. You watch his face so intently, hyper-analyzing it before he even turns the stick in his hands. 

His eyes shot down to it and he pursed his lips with a miniscule sigh. Without saying anything else, he sets it back down on the counter and pulls you in for a hug. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you needed confirmation of your suspicions, looking over at the stick with only one single line. 

He put his chin on top of your head, squeezing you dearly. “It’s okay. It was our first try.” He murmured as you wrapped your own arms around his torso disappointingly. 

You nod despite the grave let down, having convinced yourself that it would happen now like you had both hoped. “Yeah. I don’t know why I expected to get a positive that quickly. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.”

He shakes his head, not really knowing what to say to comfort you while dealing with his own waves of sadness. Embracing each other in lieu of speaking was just as comforting, knowing you both were having the same experience together was consolation enough. 

He kisses the top of your hair with a whispered I love you, holding you, holding him. 

A/N: Part 1 of 2 (possibly 3). I'm back! Thank you to everyone for being patient with me and checking up on me through my little month hiatus. Sometimes, you just need a break and I appreciate you guys so much for being so kind through it! Huge hug and kiss to everyone here! Based on these requests (anon 1) (anon 2). And, don't worry, @megannandrewss , yours is coming in the next parts!

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[nicomoon69]

How would a Robin & a Spiderman Bernard team up go? Also are there any other ideas you have for this au that you could share?

(sorry in advance for the messiness, I have many thoughts but little brain cells)

I am still super in the brainstorm and planning phase, so nothing is set in stone yet BUT I do have a few possible ideas depending on how I exactly want the story to go. So here’s a few of the possibilities:

1. instead of Bernard going to rescue Tim at the end of TD:R it will be as Spider-Man instead of civilian Bernard and he’ll be looking to rescue Robin instead of Tim. this would be more so be a batfam + spiderman team up rather than robin and spiderman, but I’m including it cause the potential for a moment between the two is there

2. they team up when a large scale attack is going on in Gotham, I think someone like Ivy would fit (though I’m not super sure where she is in canon so that might change). up to that point Bernard will mostly have been dealing with smaller crime (robberies, mugging etc.) so he’s mostly busy rescuing civilians until his spidey senses tell him there’s someone in danger. said someone being Red Robin, who’s facing Ivy alone and not doing too well. the rest of the Bats are nowhere to be seen so Bernard helps out

3. Bernard is webbing up some people so they can’t get away until the GCPD arrives when RR approaches him about working together to bust a drug ring since it’s on what people started considering Spider-Man’s area. Bernard agrees, excited to be working together with Tim as equals in the field

all of these have something I like, so it’s really going to be a matter of figuring out what works best and also what makes the most sense since esp scenario 1 could bring some difficulties

as for ideas I can share there’s not honestly that much yet :”)

I am working on exactly how I want Bernard’s spider powers to work and what they change abt him. ofc there’s gonna be the basics like spidey senses, the sticking to walls, enhanced healing etc and since Bernard is also a science guy I can justify him having his webshooters. outside of that I think a quirk in his powers fitting for Gotham would be great, though I’m not sure what exactly. He does already have little spider fangs, but I didn’t add them for practical use so I’m not counting them as special powers quirk

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[suniloli]

BOILING POINT p3

7 Feb 2024

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.8K (dayum)

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, crude language, description of blood and violence, angst

Setting: Prison (between s3 and 4)

Summary: It’s the next day at the prison, and you’re feeling good. However, something is said which is way over the boundary of acceptable. Is this truly it?

Author Note: Final part! And obviously who wants to read a fic of two people fighting for like 72 years? I know most readers probably wouldn’t act this way. But too bad >:) I’m thinking this might be a bit out of character for Daryl…but it amuses me so why not? I hope the carrot joke makes sense. I also hope the 'pay off' isn't rushed. (This gif is funny) -Sol

Part 1 / Part 2

Surprisingly, the next morning you were much more chipper. The sun was shining brightly through your cell curtain, and you could hear the chatter and laughter of people in the prison. Today’s gonna be a good day you smiled to yourself. 

You tried to forget yesterday. You guessed crying it all out and venting to Rick must’ve allowed your brain to finally come to the beginnings of peace, and to let go of this whole thing with Daryl. He didn’t want a relationship with you anymore. And, who cares if he wanted one anyway? It’s hurting you too much. It’s hurting you both. 

You were done. 

So, no matter what happened, today was going to be good. You could feel it. 

Normally you hated doing stuff in the garden, but today it was quite therapeutic. Bound to have some mighty tan lines with the sun beating down on your singlet-bearing skin, you fixed up your gloves. Wiping a bead of sweat from your hairline, you adjusted your sunglasses and pushed yourself up from your crouched position. Sighing contentedly, you observed the hustle and bustle of the mid-morning prison activity. 

There were plenty of people in the courtyard sitting together in groups talking and laughing, sharing in the day’s glow. You could see Carol and some other women conversing and preparing some stuff in the outdoor kitchenette. Across the other side of the grounds, Glenn was teaching a group of people some combat skills. Turning around, you looked up to the watchtowers and saw Maggie and Sasha. You reciprocated Sasha’s wave and Maggie’s smirk and turned around when you felt a presence behind you. 

“Hey Beth!” you greeted with a pat on her shoulder. 

“Hey Y/N. Bringin’ round some water to everyone.”

“Thanks,” you said, eagerly grabbing a glass and chugging it within a couple of seconds. Handing it back to Beth with a grin, you added, “What? It’s hot out.”

Giggling, she agreed and placed the tray on the ground. “I can already see the burn on your shoulders…don’t be turnin’ into a lobster now!”

Nudging her with your elbow, you feigned offence. “I tan beautifully, thank you very much.”

Your banter was interrupted by a group of people from Woodbury. A few hey’s and friendly exchanges were made, mainly between Beth and them. They were a bunch of younger teens, some of which you recognised. The one with glasses was Patrick, who you liked because he was fond of Carl. And another was Zach. He was the one giving Beth rather flirtatious glances. Cute. 

You waited until they left before speaking. “You get along pretty well with that Zach guy…” 

“Hmm?”

You smiled. “Zach. The guy who was giving you flirty eyes.”

“What?! No he wasn’t…” Beth looked down shyly. 

“Uh, yeah he was. The dude was flirting with you big time. For the record, I think it’s cute.”

“Do you think so?” Beth asked. Oh, to be a teenager with a crush again. 

“YES. FYI, we’re living in the apocalypse. So if I were you, I’d go for it. Time is truly of the essence these days…” you mused. 

“I’ll make you a deal…if I make a move, you have to too.” 

A huff of air escaped your nostrils. “With whom exactly?” You humoured. You realised what she was hinting at until it was too late. 

“Daryl of course. And for your information,” Beth paused, a cheeky expression taking over her face. “I saw the two of you that one time…behind the stables…”

“Uhhh…” 

“My window was open…” she said sheepishly. You didn’t say anything. “He likes you, I can tell — ”

“That was a mistake. What…happened…meant nothing.” You tried to divert.

“As you said, time is of the essence. You should talk to him.” You could see her deliberating something in her mind. The next second, she brought you in for a tight hug which caught you off guard. “I…heard yesterday…it ain't very nice what he said. I’m sorry…”

Slowly returning the embrace, you took a long breath. “Well, I’m over it.”

Looking up at you, she sighed and gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. “Well," she began, in an attempt to lift the mood, "As long as you know that I love you Y/N, and I’ll never let you go!” She squeezed tighter around your waist. 

“Get out of here!” You laughed, trying to push her off and away from you. “Go hand out some more drinks!” Beth released a hearty laugh as she picked up the tray and headed to the other workers. 

You looked down at your half-full bucket of harvested veggies. You sighed deeply. You just couldn’t escape him.

Fuck. 

It was much closer to lunchtime when you approached the main courtyard. It was as if the people could sense that it was going to be served soon. However, as you approached, the delicious smell emanating from the kitchen space would’ve had you all antsy too if you’d been around. 

“Howdy ladies,” You drawled. “Stew smells ab-so-lutely divine. Delicious. Delectable.” Placing your yield in front of an amused Carol, you pinched a carrot and munched on it slightly obnoxiously. Receiving a look of feigned disgust from her, you were satisfied. 

“You like the letter D I see” she quipped. You hadn’t noticed someone standing by your side when you pointed your carrot to her and tried to keep a straight face. 

“I certainly do like the D. But the kind exactly like this carrot. Thick…real girthy…”

A beat of silence before Carol burst out laughing. Your laughter was getting difficult to hold. You could feel the air being held captive in your lungs as you attempted to hold your breath. Eyes still sparkling, she looked a little to your right, pointing with the utensil in her hand. 

“Like his D, I’m sure…”

You turned to see none other than Daryl, who seemed to be waiting with a pained expression. Based on his odd-looking grimace, you awkwardly assumed he’d heard everything. 

Carol…you bastard. 

You looked back to Carol, whose mischievous smirk turned slightly perplexed at his demeanour. Unbeknownst to you, Carol was thinking about her and Daryl’s conversation yesterday, and how she’d seemingly gotten through to him. She thought that you two had talked and ‘made up’. Guess not…

“Real classy, ain’t ya?” he spoke under his breath. 

You got it wrong. Today was not going to be a good day. 

As Daryl nearly threw a cut of raw meat down on the bench for its use in the stew, you attempted to keep it nonchalant. 

“Lighten up Daryl,” you smirked, pausing for a couple of seconds. He looked up at you. You couldn’t help but stir the pot. Just a little. If not for yourself, but for the reaction of your friend next to you, you told yourself. “It’s not like I’m missing out on anything,” you said sarcastically, giving Daryl’s body a once over. You were about to ignore him and continue with Carol until you heard his voice, more of a growl than an actual utterance. 

“Don’t seem like ya missin’ out on any dick lately.” 

You could sense a silence overtake the people in the kitchenette. You don’t think you’ve ever heard Daryl be that vulgar before. But, you were incensed at his insinuation. Did you hear what you thought you did?

“......What?”

Daryl went to stalk off, but you moved forward, gripped his forearm, and turned him back around harshly. 

“WHAT?” 

“Ya heard me.” He spat. You were completely baffled. You had no idea what he was talking about. You did what you could to try and remain calm. 

“What. Are you fucking on about?” you said slowly. You attempted to clench your fists at your sides to subdue the growing feeling. Your heart rate was beginning to rise. This was not good. And you still hadn’t even finished your carrot. 

Staring you up and down, he seemed to consider you. But just as the softness in his eyes was there, it quickly vanished, and in its place was something sad and bitter. 

Daryl aggressively chewed his bottom lip. “How bout’ ya just go find some desperate dick to warm ya bed.”

“Daryl!” Carol chastised. You glanced at her, at a complete loss for words. 

You were barely aware of the growing crowd of people who were wondering what the commotion was about. However, that was your last straw. You’d had it with him and his emotional back and forth. Daryl’s face was looking punchable as fuck. 

Holding back tears, it was like something possessed you. “You FUCK —”

"Y/N!" Carol yelled. Before she could stop you, you landed a beautiful left hook to Daryl’s nose. Immediately a rivulet of red poured from his nostrils. Daryl was stunned, to say the least. 

“Uugghh!” Holding his face, he removed his hands to look at them. Daryl immediately moved forward to push you. “What tha' hell Y/N?!”

Luckily for you, your adrenaline had given you ultra instincts. You didn’t even register the pain in your hand as you deflected his own. Out of pure anger, you managed to shove both of you to the ground. 

Half straddling him, you managed to lay a few good punches into his face, before Daryl realised his strength. Kneeing you in the guts, momentarily winding you, he flipped you over, and mid-flip his right hook made contact with your left eye. You could feel your eyebrow split open and felt something warm gush down your face. 

You could vaguely hear children screaming and yelling in the distance. You thought you could see a crowd of people running towards you, but you were too blinded by your hurt (and blood). The both of you got another few good hits in until it became what could only be described as a cartoonish scuffle on the ground. It would’ve been comical if not for the blood and damage you’d inflicted upon the other. 

“Fuck you, Daryl!!” You screamed. “Ooof!” Daryl had managed to pin you to the ground, holding both of your arms in place. Wiggling and squirming, you used all of your might to attempt to get out of his grip. 

Daryl, just as fuelled, looked down at you from above. Time seemed to stop. You looked pained. There was blood pooling over and into your whole left eye. He was sure he looked just as bad, if not, worse. But what made him pause was seeing tears escape and roll down the sides of your face as you cursed and screamed and writhed like a maniac. He barely registered the “fucking get off me!” you hurled at him. 

Just as he was about to loosen his grip, two sets of hands pulled him roughly away, two other people doing the same to you. 

“That’s ENOUGH!” Rick bellowed. Sasha and Maggie rushed to wave off the circle that had surrounded you. 

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Carol scolded, shocked. She tried to tend to you, but you pushed her away. 

Trying to wipe your face of the blood there, you pointed your finger at him. “You’re such a prick!” 

Daryl stayed silent with his signature steely expression, breathing heavily.

“I’m done with your shit! Whatever is fucking bothering you, you better talk, or…or you’re fucking dead to me…” He watched as a lone tear made its way down your cheek. It moved, tracing the underside of your jaw, before trickling off into the depths below. 

One second. Two seconds. Ten seconds passed. 

You sucked in a sharp breath. He thought he saw disappointment in your expression. Rick, Carol, and Glenn were glancing at each other exasperatedly. They dared not move in case you both started up again. 

“Say something for god's sake.” 

Daryl’s expression softened, however, his gaze was as piercing as ever. He wiped his nose and winced in pain as his fingers came back bloodied. He didn’t know where to start. 

You scoffed. You began to walk back towards the prison. 

“I remember tha’ night on tha' farm.” Daryl suddenly declared. Rick glanced over at Daryl with an understanding gaze, and subtly motioned with his head to Carol and Glenn to leave the two of you alone. You however stopped dead in your tracks, your back to him. “I think bout’ it all tha' time.” 

You slowly turned to look at him. He was met with your inquisitive, yet fiery gaze. 

“What’s your fucking problem then?”

Daryl saw so many pictures flash through his mind. He saw his childhood home burning to ashes, his mother inside. He saw his dad and that leather belt buckle shining in the light of the window. He was reminded of Merle, who left him all alone to bear it all on his own back, literally and figuratively. Suddenly, Merle morphed into his older form, and his insults echoed in his mind. Daryl replayed Merle dying and leaving him for good. He replayed you leaving him. 

Daryl’s shoulders sagged a bit. The more he thought about the bad things in his life, the more he was reminded of the good in it. Daryl discovered that in his redemption, Merle had truly loved him. Right now at the prison, he had a found family who cared for him, and would probably die for him. He had you. He was so lucky to have you. He never dared entertain the thought, but you’d probably die for him too. He’s the one who pushed it all away. Daryl didn’t want you to hurt him, and leave him like everyone else did. 

So, to answer your question: he was the problem. 

After a couple of seconds of contemplation, Daryl spoke quietly, but resolutely. 

“Me. Ma’ problem is me.”

“What does that even mean, Daryl? Because I’ve been trying to fix things this whole time, and you keep pushing me away!”

Daryl raised his voice. “We ain't’ ever gon’ be good anyway!”

You observed him for a long moment. You’d had deep conversations with him before. You knew of his past and he knew of yours. You knew he had it rough before the end of the world. But Daryl was a fighter. He kept on, even in hard times. Deep down, he was a shy, compassionate, and in your opinion, mistakenly self-conscious man, the latter of which you attributed to his upbringing. Knowing that you’d gotten so close, just for him to reject everything the two of you went through together made you even more frustrated. 

“So you think everything we’ve been through was for nothing then? The way that we were means nothing to you?” With slightly less fire, you added, “The things we’ve done and what you’ve said to me…you never meant any of it?”  

You could see Daryl struggling to bare himself completely. But when he looked up and into your pleading eyes, you saw the last of his defences crumble away. His next words were almost whispered in the wind. 

“I meant it. And I still mean it.”

“Then why have you been so unfair?”

“‘Cause ya just gon’ end up leavin’ me!” He admitted. Daryl abruptly moved so he was in front of you. In your periphery, you saw him raise his hand, but he moved it back down to his side again, seemingly thinking against whatever he was going to do. 

It was all so real now. Daryl pushed through his combativeness. This time, he did reach a hand up to your face, and ever so tenderly wiped the blood out of your eye from under your brow. You held back a flinch. Daryl caught it. However, he spoke his words so gently you would have never guessed that the two of you were involved in something so violent mere minutes before.

Looking at the damage he’d caused, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame. It only spurred on his thoughts of the previous night. “I won’ ever deserve ya’ anyways with how I’ve treated ya’. You’ll be better off with Rick or some other guy —”

You shook your head in disagreement.  

“How could you have ever thought that I wanted to be around someone else? Has it not been clear this whole time how much I...like you?”

Daryl began biting his lip anxiously. It was clear to him, but deep down he refused to believe the extent to which you did. 

“I appreciate you so much, Daryl! That’s why this whole thing’s been killing me! To have someone hurt me so much when things were so good…” He felt your head slowly shake against his hand. You inhaled deeply. “I’ve never hit anyone like that before. You just...you made me so fucking angry!” You abruptly grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand away from your face, taking a step back. He saw a hurt flash in your eyes again. “How dare you just insinuate that I’m what? A slut? That I’m sleeping around?” You were pacing now. “What business is it of yours anyway?” You sassed. “You’ve been so dismissive and rude that you shouldn’t even —”

“Goddamnit woman!” Daryl exclaimed. Surprisingly, he managed to stop you in your tracks, your mouth shutting with a clink of your teeth. “I’m scared alrigh’! I’m scared that I’m gon’ mess you up! That I’ll never be good enough fer ya’...I’m…I’m scared that somehow, somethin’s gon’ happen to ya’, or somehow, ya’ gon’ be taken from ma’ life like everyone else...”

For once, you were the one with nothing to say. 

All Daryl wanted to do at that moment was give in to his desire for closeness. His desire for your touch once again. But he was still in the grips of insecurity. “And cause’ I’ve been such an asshole, ya’ve moved on and I don’ blame ya’. A-And seeing ya’ with other people…I ain't ever gonna be worth your time…” 

“Are you seriously telling me that you’re not good enough for me? Daryl, if anything…never in my wildest dreams could I have conjured up a man as good as you in my own life.” 

Etched into his face was still disbelief in your words. How many times did you need to tell him? 

“No matter how much you infuriate me and piss me off,” you started, “No matter how things are between us, I’m never going to leave you. Ever.” 

Daryl’s breath caught in his throat as he listened. He struggled to process the weight of your words. 

“Nah, nah...I don’ think ya’ —”

“I'm fuckin' in love with you Daryl!” You yelled. “Is that blatant enough? Do you get it now?” 

All he could do was look at you. Even all bruised and bloodied, even with your dishevelled hair and stressed demeanour, you were the most beautiful thing to him at that moment. Your eyes began to well up with tears. Your voice broke when you spoke next. 

“So just please tell me if you want this to end, because I can’t do this back and forth anymore —” 

Daryl purposefully strode over to you, and cut you off by grabbing your face, giving your lips a very chaste kiss. It took a couple of seconds for you to realise what was happening. When you did, your body moved into his, and you placed your hands on his sides, slowly snaking them around his back. 

This kiss became more intense. More desperate. So much more emotion and feeling was expressed in this melding of your mouths. You both had been away from each other for so long, that once you touched again, it was like you became addicted. 

“Mmmm…” you moaned against his lips. 

Before it could get too hot and heavy, Daryl breathlessly pulled away. Still cupping your face, he looked directly into your eyes. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I didn’t sort ma’ shit out. That I caused ya’ so much pain.”

“I’m sorry too…”

“Nah…it’s ma’ fault. And ya’ still stuck around. This whole time...ya stuck around...”

You both caught your breath, staring into each other’s eyes. You missed looking into those circles of blue. You missed this feeling. 

“I love ya’ Y/N. I always will.” 

You ducked your head and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. He chased yours until both of your mouths were granting the other entry. This time, the kiss wasn’t as rough, but it was just as intense, if not even more passionate. All you could hear were the wet sounds of your tongues tasting each other. Your hand moved from his back to his shoulders, feeling the rippling muscle there. 

One of Daryl’s hands moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss still. His other made its way across your shoulder to your waist, which he gave a loving squeeze. It was like now that you’d come together again, you just couldn’t stop. 

Your little bubble of heated desire was interrupted by the sounds of…squealing? 

Roughly breaking apart from each other, you looked to Daryl who seemingly thought the same thing you did. Still gripping onto each other's bodies, you both turned your heads towards the commotion and immediately flushed with embarrassment. 

Your main family stood not too far away, hollering like idiots. There were a bunch of kids screaming, but excitedly. You were certain that you’d scared them with your brawl earlier. Now they seemed joyous. Most of the people from Woodbury just stood around and stared in shock. 

You looked down shyly and softly pushed Daryl’s body away from yours. “Asshole…” He was back to chewing his thumbnail. Some of the two things you both had in common was your stubbornness and your hate of being the centre of attention. Especially like this. 

“Finally…ain’t that a sight for sore eyes…” Rick mused. 

Carol was still a bit dazed at her two best friends beating each other up. “Leave it to them to sort it out with their fists…”

“They did more than sort it out! ” Beth laughed. 

Daryl removed his thumb from his mouth. “You might wanna get ya’ eye checked out...” he grunted, nodding to the bruising around it. 

“You might want to get your nose set back into place.” You retorted. 

For the first time in a long time, you heard one of your favourite sounds. A deep rumble escaped from Daryl’s chest. His laughter was the most beautiful music to your ears. 

You beamed at him, unable to hide your admiration. 

Today may have been shitty. You may have been bruised, battered and sore. Daryl equally so. But this moment right now wasn’t just good.

It was brilliant.

#daryl dixon x fem!reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #daryl twd #twd #twd daryl #twd fanfiction #twd x reader #twd fanfics #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon imagine #the walking dead x y/n

[dear-nabii]

Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Genre: Smut, college, romance

Warnings: 18+, noncon , creampie, breeding, alcohol consumption, house party setting.

Words: 2.0k

Notes: My first language is not English, bear with me :(( I still don't know exactly how many chapters the story will have, but I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

You blinked your eyes as you looked in the mirror once again, Taylor Swift playing on your Spotify as you sang along to the song. Your makeup was done, your hair was done, you looked cute after getting ready for tonight's party. Looking over your clothes, you adjusted the pleated skirt you were wearing again, making sure everything was in the right place, you had put on a good dose of your favorite perfume, a small smile adorned your lips.

You didn't usually go to parties like this, not that you weren't social for these types of things, but you just didn't really enjoy the somewhat chaotic atmosphere that these parties usually had, but you didn't refuse to go when an opportunity arose.

Applying another layer of lip gloss one last time, you were satisfied with your appearance, taking the small shoulder bag from the bed and putting on some makeup in case you needed to touch up later. The handful of keys and the cell phone ended up inside said bag that was fighting for its life not to burst after filling it so much.

Leaving your dorm, you could hear other people talking loudly and excitedly, some probably heading to the same place as you. You smiled widely when you saw Shoko and Utahime coming towards you, as they had agreed in class; taking a bouncy jump towards them, then intertwining yours arms with theirs, standing in the middle of them both. Ieiri was her long-time friend, they had entered college at the same time, so they shared good times and bad times because of the common course they were taking. Ieiri was Utahime's friend and introduced her to you and since then the three of you shared a precious friendship.

— I still can't believe we're actually going to this silly party. – Utahime murmured with a small pout on his lips.

— Come on, once in a while having fun like this won't hurt you. – You murmured back with the same childish pose.

— I'm sure that something will happen in our lives today after so many trials frying our brains. – Shoko said, jumping the same way you did.

— I hope so, I'm using that special lip gloss of mine today. – You said between giggles.

It was good to be in the company of both of them and the entire journey to where the party would take place at one of the fraternities was pleasant with light and funny conversations. The three of you entered the noisy environment, loud music playing in an electrifying beat, several people spread out everywhere with their plastic cups in hand with drinks that you thought were strong.

The truth is that after you talked to your ex last week (yes, maintain a "friendly" relationship with your ex) you felt a little low. He had said he was dating and that it was the longest relationship he had had and you were together for 1 year and 6 months. You no longer had a boyfriend after breaking up with him and even though you no longer had those affectionate feelings that were once there, it still stirred something inside you. Maybe because they had been through so much together, realizing that he had moved on was a little difficult and confusing. So here you were now, wanting to forget about that bitter taste that had been in your mouth for the rest of the week.

You heard a female voice calling out to you, snapping you out of those intrusive thoughts and as soon as you turned around, you recognized Mei Mei. You gave your friend a hug, smiling because it had been a while since you had been able to meet due to exams and work deadlines.

— You guys look so beautiful tonight. – Mei Mei commented while playfully spinning you around like a princess.

— We need to look like we're not freaking out all the time. – Shoko commented in a joking tone.

— You look amazing today too. Your hair is still impeccable. – You commented with the same excitement, your fingers running through the woman’s silver hair.

— How helpful you are today. – Shoko said in a laughing tone.

Your eyes swept over some people who were in the room, dispersing from the conversation, recognizing some faces, others from vague memories. Until your eyes fell on a figure that certainly attracted attention. It was like a solar system where everything felt right. He was the star in the middle of it all, everyone surrounding him like that was how it was supposed to be. The white hair, the pale skin and his eyes. Those eyes were definitely the most beautiful thing you had seen in a while. Playful smiles, girls seeming to beg for his attention as they chatted. Everything about him screamed womanizing and yet it was difficult to look away from his figure. And you hated men like that. You hated the types of relationships that escalated quickly and couldn't last.

You blinked and looked away from that man, your hands playing with your hair and adjusting some strands behind your ear. Suddenly you were aware of more about yourself, that weird feeling of sudden discomfort. You decided to focus on your friends' conversation again, determined to forget that feeling that came over you just by locking eyes with that guy.

— Wow, it makes me thirsty now. Doesn't anyone want anything else to drink? – You ask, interjecting into the conversation, kind of cutting off the subject.

— I'll go with you to the kitchen. – Utahime offered with a light smile on his lips.

The two of you walked together, bumping into some very drunk people along the way, until you finally reached the room. You sat on the counter, swinging your legs as Utahime walked over to the fridge.

It was when you felt something brush against your arm that you turned your face to see what had touched you; coming across that deep blue and pale skin. You blinked once, twice, a little unresponsive to the small smile the other gave you.

— Oops, I was just trying to reach the disposable cups. – He spoke with that melodious voice and in a loud tone. And speaking tall, he was very, very tall. He shook the cups as if to emphasize what he was saying.

— Uh, ah, no problem. – You said back without wanting to seem particularly affected by the guy's beauty. You were sure that men like him already had a high enough ego and massaging that ego was what you least wanted.

— Are you Getou's friend? – He asked, resting his forearm on the counter, next to where you were sitting, speaking loud enough for his voice to be heard through the music.

— Getou? I don't know who it is. – You wanted to shorten the conversation, not wanting to like how he approached you so naturally.

— I thought you knew him. He is one of the party's hosts. – He had such a carefree aura, as if you already knew each other.

— What are you studying? – He asked, seeming very interested in you.

Utahime appeared with a bottle of some drink that you couldn't identify what it was from the label, you took advantage of her arrival to avoid any more of that dialogue.

- Your Friend? – She asked as you got down from the counter, giving her space so she could pour the drinks into the glass.

— We understand each other. – The stranger smiled and gave you a wink. — Satoru, by the way.

You murmured his name to him and Utahime did the same, you moved your fingers to fix a strand of your hair that wasn't even messed up in the first place.

— I hope to bump into you again tonight. And oh, cool earrings. – The tall guy nodded as he walked away.

You waited a safe distance and murmured in a funny voice accompanied by a grimace — I hope to bump into you again tonight. – Making Utahime laugh while you fought fervently not to blush that he had noticed such a small detail as your earrings. Although of all the things he could have praised, he had chosen just something insignificant. This made you a little angry.

The two of you walked back to where Mei Mei and Shoko were, with glasses stocked for everyone, the color a pretty pink. It was hard not to let your eyes dart between the people, your attention feeling like a magnet being pulled towards the tall guy surrounded by people, where he was talking animatedly in the center of them.

You were denying with all your might the attraction you felt for him because by heaven, he really was handsome, but everything screamed heartache around you and you didn't want that. Between one of those glances where his eyes betrayed you, he seemed to magically notice and looked exactly in his direction, analyzing you from top to bottom shamelessly while that smile hung on his lips. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows slightly and when his gaze fell on your face again, a laugh escaped him, giving you an amused wink.

— I think Gojo has a crush on you. – Mei Mei commented between giggles, her hand in front of her mouth, a smile on her lips.

— Just like he has a crush on 95% of the girls here. – You grumbled, uncrossing your arms and taking a big sip of your drink. You didn't want to be grumpy tonight.

—But he's so handsome, isn't he? – It was Shoko's turn to bother you, her elbow poking your sides.

— Stop talking about this guy or he'll realize we're talking about him and think there's someone here who likes him. – You positioned yourself with your back to him, facing the girls.

— And there isn't? – Mei Mei asked with false surprise in her voice, making Utahime and Shoko laugh and you roll your eyes.

- Hey guys! Let's play 7 minutes in paradise! Come on, come on, come on. – You recognized Itadori Yuji speaking with that usual loud voice he had, dragging some people with him to the center of the room, where some people were already starting to gather.

— Come on, let's go there for a bit. Just to see what will happen! – Mei Mei said, pulling you and Utahime with her. It would be a good distraction to take your thoughts off him.

You sat in the circle of people that were forming and to your displeasure (or not) the said Satoru sat in front of you. You ignored your friends' smiles, finishing your drink in one go, wanting to use an excuse to go out, you were sure that none of them were going to change places with you. Before you could get up, you felt a weight on your shoulder and then someone came between you and Shoko, with her brown hair, recognizing it to be Nobara.

— Great, let's get started with this. – The girl smiled widely as she passed her arm through hers excitedly.

The bottle began to spin and excited squeals began, loud chatter and laughter erupted as the first "couple" was chosen by the bottle. You could already predict that your good luck would mess with you that night. The two strangers got up and went to a kind of closet in the room.

You avoided looking in Satoru's direction at all costs, deciding to glance at the other guys who were sitting there. In particular, a blonde with a frown and a guy with earrings caught your attention. That was definitely your type. You gave him a small smile when he looked your way. You definitely wanted the bottle to stop at him.

— It was just Maki for me, it was just Maki. – You heard an excited Nobara next to her, lightly pulling your arm back and forth as the "couple" returned from the game, a little blushing.

But it was when you heard a whistle and screams accompanied by snorts of discontent from girls you didn't know that your eyes fell on the bottle, indicating that it was your turn.

And Gojo's.

#jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #mei mei #shoko ieiri #maki zenin #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru #x reader #f reader #smut #jjk smut #gojo smut #satoru smut #geto suguru #getou suguru #jujutsu kaisen reader

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Let Me Just Walk You Through a Hypothetical

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kiXBtbN by Writer_Lethogica Bucky walks Sam through a hypothetical. Maybe two hypotheticals. EXCERPT: Sam shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. Sam knew he would be dragged into whatever idea Bucky had. Not because it was the smart thing to do. More because apparently whenever Sam was with this man, they shared exactly one brain cell between the two of them on a good day and it was very hard to keep that brain cell from getting lost when Bucky stared at him like that. Like this was something Sam wanted to hear out. Like Sam didn’t find himself in a number of shenanigans whenever Bucky started with, “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical.” Bucky took Sam’s hands. Bucky’s hands were warm. They held Sam’s hands so tenderly. Those hands were just asking for a moment of Sam’s time. Sam could feel that one brain cell between them slipping away from him. “Can I?” asked Bucky, and his voice was so soft; it was gentle and doing everything Bucky could to not show nerves. Who needed brain cells, anyway? “What?” asked Sam, rewarded with a big grin. Words: 1500, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of TFATWS Anniversary 2024 Fics Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Crack Treated Seriously, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel), First Dates, Dorks in Love, Post-The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Season 1, Bucky Barnes Takes Care of Sam Wilson, Two Hypotheticals for the Price of One read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/kiXBtbN

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT #ao3feed

[gaileyfrey]

It's Me, Gailey

Tonight I was talking to my partner about Tumblr and how I could use it to better connect with people. Even though she knows a lot about this website, she made the absurd suggestion that I should make it "more clear" that this profile is the real, official account for me,

Sarah Gailey.

When I asked how I could possibly be more clear than I already am, she said I should try using a "real profile picture" and a bio that includes "more information"???

I honestly couldn't figure out what she thought I could add. So I asked, and here are a few things she said you all might want to know:

1. Is this the real Sarah Gailey?

Unfortunately yes. I've been on this website for some time but mostly lurking in my lizard fashion. It's time for me to rise up from the backseat footwell of this clown car and start doing what I do best: goofin' around.

2. Why do I care if this is the real Sarah Gailey?

A question for the ages. You might care if you enjoy and/or hate things I've written, including but not limited to:

Magic for Liars

The Echo Wife

Just Like Home

Eat the Rich

Upright Women Wanted

River of Teeth & Taste of Marrow / American Hippo

Fisher of Bones

The Vampire Slayer comics

Steven Universe comics

Short stories like STET and Drones to Ploughshares

3. Are you really, per your bio, "doin' ok"?

Come back with a warrant.

4. What's Stone Soup?

You probably don't care about this now but I hope you will! Stone Soup is my newsletter. It matters to me for three reasons.

Reason one: It's a really cool community of people who care about each other in genuine and material ways. We help each other through hard times, we share our triumphs and our setbacks, we write and cook together. It's great.

Reason two: it's not tied to a social media platform. If the guy from the Pringles Can (Daddy Pringles Esq.) (smash) decides to purchase Neopets tomorrow, Stone Soup won't be impacted by the changes he makes to that website - and that means we won't fall out of touch.

Reason three: It pays for my considerable healthcare costs. As a full-time author, my income is sporadic! Right now my savings are healthy, but they'll need to last me a long time. Stone Soup is the thing that makes it so I can predictably pay for health insurance, prescriptions, and medical bills on time.

Stone Soup includes frequent guest essays and interviews with established and upcoming authors. There's also a weekly digest that highlights my favorite reads, new books releases, my favorite things from around the internet, and actionable ways you can support the things you believe in. Paying subscribers get recipes, playlists, book recommendations, and exclusive content, plus a monthly coworking date where we hang out on zoom and write together.

Stone Soup is one of my favorite places on the internet and I hope you'll hang out! I'll be cross-posting from there to here for a little while to give you an idea of what's going on over there. Click here to read the archives, and click here to sign up. I hope to see you there!

5. Do you have two cats and are they best friends?

I thought you'd never ask.

Their names are Bert and Calamity and they have exactly as many brain cells between them as you think.

So that's all the information you could possibly need. My asks are open, but if I'm slow to answer, it's because I'm clickin' crabs.

-Gailey (doin' ok)

#I'm right about the Pringles man #sarah gailey #doin ok #river of teeth #taste of marrow #the echo wife #magic for liars #fisher of bones #stone soup #upright women wanted #eat the rich #just like home #the vampire slayer #steven universe #boom studios #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #comics #comic books #books

[chococustard]

Soooo many questions about the new kids I’m gonna ask them all (feel free to ignore me if they’re annoying)

“Share one brain cell” refers to which group- the not-exactly-babies trio or the teenage duo? I ask bc both sketches are close to the words

I loooove the otters watching Pri! Also, is Pri colorblind? Or does Neuvillette not have the right genes to pass that on since some forms of color blindness are recessive and idk if Wriothley’s form is

I love the “put a knife on a parasol and she can have both” YES and then carrying through by using both guns AND social expectations as weapons YES good for a doted-to-submission adopted child

Siegewienne with Pri? Somehow I wonder if she’s the one that gave Pri the handcuffs

It took me a minute to realize what “it’s the shirt” was referring to- Zari’s still insecure about getting the least bumpy gene combinations from her parents I see…

Who is that making cake with Pri? Navia? Sorry I can’t tell…

Diluc, don’t be racist against dragons. And if he’s talking about the friends being kids of famous/powerful figures, he’s got no room to talk as Mr Uncrowned King of Mondstadt (and Darknight Hero)

Not Furina stealing her Iudex’s baby. She trying to show up Morax at the archon get together or something?

All in all I love these kids!

HI HI THANK YOU FOR THE ASK

here is them, the 1 brain cell trio yes

i havent played wrios sq yet (not even nv's lol) so idk if that's canon that he has it?? but girls tend to inherit colorblindness less than boys

FUN FACT, old timey women in fact, actually used parasols as weapons for self defense lmao SO YEAH WHY CHOOSE WHEN YOU CAN HAVE BOTH

you're still young honey dont worry about it

it's navia!! they make sweets together often!! the joke is that clorivia and wriolette basically co parents both of them theyre so close//SHOT

no but like, can u imagine being diluc tho? ur kid keeps attracting DRAGONS for friends. not just dragons, those dragons are kids of a harbinger and a duke. if anything happens to those kids who knows what'll happen.

auntie furina wants to show off her beloved niece that's all it is. she loves her. absolutely smitten. she can and will show her off whenever possible

HUE HUE THANKS AGAIN

#ask #bluebeirry

[tokuteasings]

Have any general headcanons for mbjr brotps?

YOU FUCKING KNOW IT BECAUSE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THAT I CANNOT SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT THEM-

This is going to be centered within MBJR themselves but if you wanna ask about BroTPs outside of MBJR, lemme know~! I can go on and on about these guys and how Aruto basically has tried to adopt them and the YuaNaki brotop and the IkaAruto brotp listen i got so much

Of course, we know Jin and Horobi are close as father and son but Horobi and Ikazuchi are these two absolute adult figures but while Horobi has mostly a level head, Ikazuchi is a bit more brash. He will jump to defend Horobi and Horobi has to physically hold him back. But honestly, these two are these older kindred souls that go out and just sit under a tree and look at the stars and talk philosophical things. Ikaika also tries to get Horobi out of Daybreak Town more and thus, tends to invite him to his workplace and planetarium. Subaru is always happy to see him and even though Horobi is slightly hesitant to get to know Subaru, he warms up to him and basically signed the adoption papers. In return, Horobi reminds Ikazuchi to relax and visits to "check up on him"

Horobi and Naki on the other hand are the two parents of MBJR. They tend to sit in silence most of the time and simply enjoy each other's company and often share books and things of the sort. IT's like a mini book club between them. Because of my headcanons that Horobi knits, he gives Naki a sort of scarf even though they don't need it. It's his silent way of showing that he cares. Naki is Horobi's reminder to take time to himself and relax, to enjoy life and if anything...Naki wants to help Horobi find a "dream" even if it's something small. It's one step at a time. Horobi is also fiercely protective of Naki as is Naki of Horobi and while all of MBJR would shoot Gai on sight, Horobi is rushing to get to his ass first just to stab him.

Ikazuchi and Naki share exactly one (1) brain cell and Naki has it most of the time. Ikazuchi is only allowed to have it because he's planning something that could either cause some sort of chaos or he's driving. He tends to rope Naki into dumb things (like how they tore off Gai's clothing) and records these moments to share in the MBJR group chat or to Aruto and Yua. These two are highly competitive with one another and Ikazuchi triggers Naki's feral brain half of the time. Don't let them play Mario Kart together because they can and will yell at each other. Naki on the other hand, is Ikazuchi's restraint half of the time but because they're being...influenced by Ikaika and Fuwa...sometimes they willingly join Ikazuchi on his escapades. Subaru is roped into this most of the time as well.

Naki and Jin on the other hand is more so Naki is the dotting sort of person who reminds Jin to take care of himself and Jin just replies with this cute, "I know~!" if Horobi is a hands-off but caring parent. Jin visits Naki at A.I.M.S often, just to hang out and chat and sometimes with Yua as well. He brings lunches for the humans and a new book for Naki to read. Compared to sitting in silence, Jin is always sitting in a chair beside Naki just watching them work oro stealing Naki's jacket because, "It's unfair that Naki has all the cool clothing!!!" and honestly, these two trade clothing the most out of all of MBJR.

Ikazuchi and Jin are just begging for trouble. Ikazuchi can restrain himself half of the time but most of the time, these two are egging each other on when it comes to like the dumbest fucking shit. Ikazuchi is bringing out his motorbike? Jin asks how fast he can drive that thing vs his own flying and suddenly you hear Yua being called up because those two got pulled over by some cops. But if anything, Ikazuchi is the person Jin goes to for spontaneous shopping trips. Sure he can ask for Horobi and he often does but Ikazuchi (and his knowledge of human things is better than the other's) knows things that Horobi doesn't and Ika is like friends with a lot of vendors and thus, they warm up to Jin too.

They all have made a "Subaru Protection Squad" because Subaru tends to visit Daybreak often whenever he isn't busy. He's still working out his own Singularity but with Ikazuchi by his side, he's gotten a lot better in understanding it. He went to MBJR to understand more about it and Horobi has basically adopted him. Sometimes Subaru makes deliveries to Naki just for the excuse to hang out with them and Jin is always barging into Subaru's personal space just to tackle him into a hug.

Now that Horobi and Jin have a much healthier relationship, Jin actively calls Horobi his father in public. Horobi also has begun collecting magnets since Jin draws a lot and hangs his drawings on the wall with the said magnets but has this framed picture of all of MBJR (Subaru included) on the wall as well.

#metsuboujinrai.net #metsuboujinrai #naki #kamen rider horobi #horobi #kamen rider naki #kamen rider ikazuchi #ikazuchi #jin #kamen rider jin #kamen rider zero one #peeps' ponderings #amatsu gai bashing what else is new lolol #oh my god this is long

[shadowshrike]

Catcher Telepathy

Chris and Miyuki monopolize most of Seido's brain cells, but their collective brain has only one track: an Act I breakdown.

Ep 20

When the first-year pitchers need to get ready to carry the team, Chris knows he and Miyuki already have the same plan for making it happen.

Ep 25

Kuramochi is surprised that the coach is depending on Sawamura, but the catchers share the same knowing smiles.

Ep 31

They might not say it aloud to Jun, but both of them recognize how dangerous Yakushi is at the same time.

Ep 32

Worried after watching that game, Chris knows Miyuki is already busy visualizing how Seido will perform against Yakushi on the bus ride home together.

Ep 41

Telepathy's not exactly needed to make fun of Sawamura being an idiot, given how often it happens in his first year, but they're on the same page with their teasing (and Chris starts it this time).

Ep 45

No words are needed to share their concern about seeing a knuckleball pitcher.

Ep 46

They both recognize the pressure of Mei's pitches on Sakurazawa causing the game's momentum to shift.

Ep 49

They share a wordless, unanimous rejection of Sawamura's request to learn a breaking ball the day before the finals.

And later, they attempt telepathy while pondering how much it would help if Sawamura could learn a breaking ball that easily, although Chris misreads Miyuki on this one.

Ep 71

And when they were faced with needing to do something about Eijun's yips, they wanted to take the same approach, even if Miyuki was the instigator and Chris, the actor.

Bonus 1 (Chris' Drama CD)

Translation Credit: https://www.tumblr.com/tracingdreams/190254106310/daiya-no-ace-the-dramas-14-personal-data

In case you thought it was a one-off, being on the same page to tease Eijun seems to be an ongoing thing for these two.

Eijun: In that case, I’ll fix it! My weak point! (Pauses) By the way, what is my weak point? Miyuki: Huh? Everything, of course. EVERYTHING. Chris: In Sawamura’s case, there are too many things to work on. Eijun: Don’t say that! Miyuki: If I were in charge of the opposing team’s information gathering, I would only need to know one thing about you. Chris: I see. That’s true. Eijun: Just one thing? What on earth could be written on my page? Miyuki: IDIOT of course. You need to first fix BEING AN IDIOT. IDIOT!

Bonus 2 (Chris' Drama CD 2)

Translation Credit: https://www.tumblr.com/tracingdreams/188601397993/daiya-no-ace-the-dramas-5-egg-streme-strategy

...but the rare times they aren't on the same page, they argue like schoolkids, and it's hilarious.

Sawamura: Ketchup or sauce? Furuya: On fried eggs? Miyuki: You see, Chris-senpai and I were just having a disagreement about which tasted better. Sawamura: Does it even matter? They’re both tasty, right? Miyuki: That answer just won’t fly. No matter how you think about it, it’s got to be sauce, surely? Chris: Nope, it’s definitely ketchup. Miyuki: It’s sauce! Chris: Nope. Ketchup.

Chris: That’s true. How did we get to this discussion. Miyuki: Hrrrm… Ah! We were talking about a game in the bottom of the ninth, with all bases loaded, where the pitcher is Matsuzaka (Daisuke) and the batter is Matsui (Kazuo). It’s one ball, one strike, and it’s the third pitch, and we were discussing which pitch would be best to use. Chris: Ah, that’s right. And because we thought it’d be boring if there were two batters out, we decided to make it one batter out with all the bases loaded. Miyuki: In that situation, surely, you’d use a straight ball. Chris: No, a slider. Miyuki: It would be a straight ball! Chris: Slider.

#daiya no ace #ace of the diamond #miyuki kazuya #takigawa chris yuu #chrismiyu #essay

[uncle-dusknoir]

Alright I know this is gonna sound stupid and corny and like it'll never work but hear me out. Do you think you could ever talk things out with Skorna?

LIKE LOOK IN ANY OTHER SCENARIO with this kind of thing I'd think suggesting to try and be buddies would be the stupidest thing in the world. I like violence with hammers! It's a reliable solution! But clearly that ain't gonna work in this scenario!

If the two of ya are connected to that degree, then... do ya gotta spend the rest of your lives together? That's a long time to be that close to someone, and even if Skorna is a messed up bastard you could at least, I dunno, find some way to tolerate eachother better. You don't gotta "find good in them" or any of that crap! But you could find some way to coexist, yaknow...? that probably sounds stupid, I dunno.

Hold on. Can the two of ya even communicate with eachother in the first place??

- @silver-crowned-riders

1- yea we can talk to each other. 's all telepathy bullshit, i hear her in my brain and vise versa. we actually can't STOP talking to each other, technically- we sort of share a brainspace. however at this point we mostly just ignore each other lmao

2- to be fair, for how much i complain about her, we do generally tolerate each other. most of the time she's off doing her own shit and i have no interest in spying on her. again, she can't exactly kill me, so she's stuck either following me around and beaming headaches into my brain or getting a life. we just can't get too far from each other or we get a headache. like if having bad wifi physically hurt your cell phone

she just likes fucking with me when she's bored. it's annoying as hell but i deal with it.

#basilblogging #skorna #i hate to say but that asshole's seen me in some of the worst times of my life #lol

[iwasbored777]

How did you end up a marinette stan

I liked her ever since I started the show. But I was more interested in Love Square and when will they get together than I cared for them as individuals - I was a kid, I didn't think the plot of the show would go this far. Then I stopped watching the show, I think I came back in the middle of the third season and that's exactly when Marinette salt rose up but I had no idea about fandom stuff, I still liked her when I was watch the show on TV. Then I got Pinterest and I was interested in ML memes and that's when I got interested in Tumblr too cuz a lot of great Pinterest posts came from Tumblr. So I open Tumblr and I want to find more memes and oh boy I see so many salt takes I'm like "are we talking about the same Marinette or does she have an evil twin?" (That sentence is funny now) And then I see that a lot of these takes don't match the episodes. Sometimes I didn't even watch the ep, I just consumed the fandom stuff and I watch the ep later and I'm like "oh no this is the ep that's gonna make me hate her probably" and I watch it and I'm still like "is this the same Marinette they talked about?" My view on Marinette's character just didn't match theirs. And then I see the same salters share hate YouTube videos and I'm like "YouTube too?!" And I look it up and that was a huge mistake. That's when I got really angry and got defensive of her. Also Reddit angered me even more. What angered me the most is that usually everyone else is represented as her victims and she's this bloodsucker. That was when those "she's a stalker and every other girl is better for Adrien" posts started. And Miracle Queen reception was what crossed the line. The fandom made it look like Marinette killed Chloé and I'm reading all that and I'm sick. So I became defensive of her on Pinterest, I became defensive of her on YT and Pinterest is ok, people are nicer, but I deleted that too recently cuz I started seeing more Marinette salt. But YT collectively has 1 brain cell. I bend over backwards to write ten paragraphs and I get two likes and someone just replies "but Marinette is a stalker" and gets 40 likes. I just couldn't do it. No one can save YouTube and same goes for Reddit. And then Ladynoir conflict... Let's just say it killed my faith in humanity. So I decided to make a Marinette sugar account during Ladynoir conflict, I staned Love Square like I always did, cuz I really don't hate Adrien and usually if you love one you hate the other one in here, but I just don't. I started watching the show for both of them, I became a bigger fan of her, but Love Square is what got me here and I'm not abandoning them. I love Adrien, I have nothing against him.

So it's been rough, Ladynoir conflict was the hardest part for me to defend her, not cuz I didn't have arguments, but cuz she lost too many fans for that. Now she didn't kill Chloé, she killed Adrien, apparently. But luckily the show upgraded itself more and got me more and more and more reasons to defend her and more arguments. At the moment I think it's more embarrassing to hate her and I'm so proud I always believed in this little baby girl. I didn't lose hope for a second. I still find Marinette salters and I block them and I still can't get along with everyone - no one can- but I found a lot of friends, a lot of Marinette stans here who tell me how little Marinette stan blogs there are and they appreciate my effort, and I love it, I love being a Marinette stan cuz there is always something new to stan about her. So if I look back I've always been a Marinette stan, but now I'm loud and proud about it.

Sorry for a big reply 😭

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #Marinette sugar #Ladybug sugar #I love Marinette #Marinette appreciation post #Ml aks #ask and answer

[tiredassmage]

hold your breath

The tiniest little elaboration on The Cutscene because I had emotions about it relating to one of the fics I wrote earlier. No, there’s no direct connections to. Yes, this is spoilers for 7.1. I will probably eventually add this to my AO3, but I... realized I probably shouldn’t be overly eager and post things yet again at 1 am because I may or may not get up the idea to write the conversation that immediately follows this, which could then all be part of the same fic together, but I’m a monkey who needs to share this now, anyway, so this will live on Tumblr for now. :3

Pairing: Male Imperial Agent | Cipher Nine (Tyr)/Theron Shan

& featuring the lovely as always Lana Beniko, resident rational brain cell

Rating: Teen

Theron Shan showed up for like 2 minutes so naturally I made heart eyes about it. And this is basically a tiny little thing just exploring what those 2 minutes are like for my boys. Mostly Tyr. A lot of Tyr worrying. As he does. Also my continuing open love letter to exploring the extra thoughts that come with doing saboteur shit that the game doesn't always get to cover. (Lbr that's probably where this piece mostly came from, let me marinate in this, okay?)

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More than he ever had as an Intelligence officer, Tyr often felt like a ghost flitting about the Imperial fleet these days. There were so many eyes, so many voices, so many interests that were always - consciously or not - drifting through his mind as he passed through the crowds: the booming voice of broadcasts that carried throughout the fleet by necessity and order, the tatters of average conversations of troops, merchants, and civilians mingling in the cantina on layovers drifting through with the strains of cantina songs…

So many people meant so many secrets. And so many eyes and ears made his own settle heavily in his throat, made the collar of his jacket feel tight and hot around his neck.

Thankfully, all those years of training and field work made the schooled neutrality of an officer on a mission more muscle memory than something he needed to consciously project.

He moved with purpose and confidence through the crowds, easily keeping stride with a young officer that had met him with the offer to escort him to Malgus’s holding cell. His advisors had arrived in advance, he was told. They were ready to receive his attempts at interrogation whenever the Commander was ready.

He found himself thankful it was only him and his implants that would be able to note the way his heart pounded in his chest at the thought of facing down the obstinate Sith lord yet again - supposedly inescapable prison or not.

“Ah, there you are.”

The anxiety that had inevitably clawed at his chest at the idea of Theron left alone on the Imperial Fleet eased with the sight of his husband silhouetted against stark Imperial red beside Lana.

To be fair and to his credit, Theron was generally level-headed in their exploits, at least when others were too close at hand. And Lana would be able to keep any overly curious inquisitions in check, but…

Well, he’d always worry. They both would.

Most of the tension coiling in his shoulders didn’t ease until he rested a hand against his husband’s arm as they all turned their gaze back to the prisoner and he took his place between his advisors. Theron’s hand brushed along the underside of his arm in return - a small, subtle gesture of support that was about all they could afford, given their current surroundings.

“We tried warming him up a little before you arrived, but… that went about as well as you’d expect,” Theron quipped.

“Not a word, right?” Tyr replied dryly.

Lana’s frown deepened as she folded her arms across her chest at his right. “No changes,” she reported, “He’s not exactly forthcoming. I’ve seen stranger things though, so… perhaps you’ll have better luck?”

“I doubt it,” Tyr remarked with a frown.

“Chin up, Commander,” Lana ribbed lightly, though her stern gaze did not shift from Malgus. “I’ve faith yet in your specialty.”

Tyr stepped forward to the edge of the platform, his hands clasping behind his back as he studied their prisoner. He missed the comfort of having Theron directly at his side almost instantly, though his presence at his back was still reassuring.

The former Cipher paced a few lengths in either direction on the platform, eyes locked on his target. Malgus made no indication there was even anyone else present.

The Sith, admittedly, had them all at a disadvantage, damn whatever Rivix and the Council thought. Quite frankly, Malgus admitting to anything would almost be too easy. They were working on borrowed time. And they were still several steps behind.

Tyr’s jaw shifted in contemplation of this knowledge. He’d do everything in his power to avoid admitting that the Sith unnerved him, but… For the moment, he just needed enough control to keep up the mask.

“Well, even if we have an abundance of it, I see no use in wasting anybody’s time, Malgus,” Tyr opened carefully. “Sooner or later, we are going to talk about Elom and your purpose there. Or the ruins will simply do it for you. So, I’ll ask again: what was your purpose on Elom?”

No change. Not even a shift in his eyes. Just the same glaring stare down at the floor.

Tyr stilled in the center of the platform where he had begun. His eyes narrowed slightly. “Silence is unbecoming of you, Malgus. Your speeches on Ilum were quite something.”

A lifetime ago, Ilum… But he still remembered well what it had felt like standing in the path of the Sith’s calculating, menacing glare on Ossus.

He hated his next idea about the moment it even spawned in his mind.

“Let me out there. And… give us some privacy.”

“I beg your pardon?” A breath ghosted from his lungs as his head dropped at Theron’s remark from behind him. “Absolutely not, no way! You can’t be serious?!”

“Commander…” Lana’s brow knitted over her eyes as Tyr turned to face them. “I’m… not sure that is wise.”

“Believe me, I know what I’m asking,” Tyr breathed quietly. “But if it has a chance of getting us somewhere, it’s a risk worth taking.”

“By whose measure?” Theron asked with a slight hiss of worry edging his voice. His hands sought Tyr’s arms and his husband let him take both hands in his own. “Look, you know I trust you, but… is this really what you want?”

If they could have been honest, his heart was in his throat at the idea of being alone with Malgus save the security droids silently lining the hall behind his advisors. He needed no sensitivity to the Force to recall Malgus’s raw power and the memory of the Sith’s suspicious gaze lacing through him when they had played nicely for the Empire’s interests still haunted some of his nights.

But not here. They couldn’t here.

He squeezed Theron’s hands in his gently - the most he could offer in this utterly hostile environment where every ounce of their perceived weaknesses could be logged away and used against them. “It’s what needs to be done,” he replied.

Theron’s worried eyes lingered over him for a few moments longer, evidently conflicted, absolutely considering further debate. “Alright,” he relented. His hands tightened in return around Tyr’s. “Please… be careful. I’ll wait for you.”

“I’m counting on it,” Tyr said quietly, offering him a faint half-smile.

Lana, ever the professional, simply nodded beside them. “Very well, Commander. We’ll await your report.”

“I won’t be long.” Either Malgus would merely extend his silence, or… that was merely a hope he was speaking to.

Tyr watched as they left down the hall, planting into that old, comforting stance of quiet attention - grounded, feet spread about shoulder’s width, arms clasped behind his back. His gaze followed Theron’s retreating back, not missing the half-glance his husband cast over his shoulder in one parting check-in.

Be careful.

Tyr took in a deep breath silently and slowly, attempting to steel himself for the conversation ahead. Malgus wouldn’t hesitate to lunge at any flaw he let show - he could be certain of that.

And the truth was…? It’d been a long time since someone had set the Cipher this much on edge at the idea of mere conversation. As much as he hated to admit it, he, too, had been an awfully powerful Sith lord.

No walking out now, though. Time to face the music.

#swtor #swtor spoilers #swtor fanfiction #swtor 7.1 #swtor digging deeper #theron shan #lana beniko #imperial agent #ch: tyr #imperial agent x theron shan #tyr x theron #also putting this in queue and releasing it into the wild will satisfy the brain monkies #that way i can live and sleep in peace #a trial run if you will to let it marinate a lil before i unleash it on my ao3 collection #bc sometimes marination leads to other cool ideas #so like happy wip wednesday in a way i guess lol #we'll go with that

[mxttellion]

Headcanons…headcanons

Pat ostensibly seems to be the voice of reason but him and Paul share exactly 1 (one) brain cell.

They do work really well together though! It’s honestly kinda impressive.

This brings me to the fact that since I do think Tord just got them in his army because they were his friends and he couldn’t find anyone else. They’re probably still some of the only members in said army.

Paul smokes but usually the cigarette in his mouth is there because he thinks it makes him look cooler.

Pat never learned how to drive. Idk why I think this I just kinda thought of it one day and ran with it.

Honestly those are just the ones I thought of off the top of my head. I am half asleep so if these make no sense I apologize profusely.

Op I'm putting then all in my mouth /pos

I love these all so much....also i agree on how Pat never got a license. Except that doesn't stop him and he still drives a car

#rxplies #ew patryck #ew paul #ew tord #ew headcanons

[blue-kyber]

Been editing like mad, and I think I'm almost over this hill. So, here you go. An addition added tonight for round 1 of edits. :D

The carbonites are back. :)

Will threw the tool in anger. It clattered across the hard floor. He plopped down cross legged on the hood of the hover car. “This sucks.” 

A cluster of wide, startled eyes blinked at him from a corner full of random components. One of them toppled out of its hiding place and scrambled back.

“Sorry,” he apologized. 

More gradually filtered out into the light. Their little black and dark blue fuzzy bodies prickled in contrast to the bleached, dirtied floor, and they left barely noticeable gray prints behind.

“She’s not here, guys.” he explained in empathy. Even though they were as smart as a box of mag bolts together, this was still her colony. He didn’t know how long they’d lived in the scrap pile. It could be years. He felt bad for them. “I don’t know when she’s coming back.”

One of them perked up and ran on its four little legs out of sight. It came back a second later struggling to hold the tool over its head. It wobbled unsteadily. Five more helped it. 

They jumped up onto the hood of the hovercar, clustered on top of each other in a midnight blue wobbly pile of furry carbon balls, and offered it up to him. 

He blinked. That was new. Perplexed, he accepted it. He didn’t know they could team up together like that. “Huh. Maybe you guys do have more than one shared brain cell.”

The pile listed to the left, lost balance and toppled over, bouncing onto the floor.

“Then again, maybe not.”

“Will?!” Selka called from the house, “Go help Yune take apart the turret!”

He ignored her. 

The only rule he followed was letting Terra know that they were leaving. He closed his eyes to connect to her presence through their bond. Talking to each other this way through images and emotions had been something they’d done since they realized they were connected during phase one of the experiments. 

An image of her surprised expression shifting to sadness returned through that link. He knew she wasn’t happy about it, and that she would ask Orin about supplies. 

When he opened his eyes, he found the carbonite audience staring at him with randomly blinking eyes. 

The six that brought him the tool repeated their acrobatics with a small power coil - a gift to help him feel better?

“C’mon, Sparky!” Yune yelled down from the top of the ship, “That turret isn’t going to disassemble itself! ...I mean...beyond what blew up.”

Will rolled his eyes. He might as well accept his fate. 

He moved to slide off the hood, the carbonites tumbling out of the way, though paused and looked around the cluttered workshop belonging to the three-hundred-year-old altaran-human. 

The best plan in the galaxy hit him like a crate of shovels. 

Of course. Why didn’t he think of that before? The plan that popped into his mind was so simple, it was almost laughable. He knew exactly how to obey the pilot, and get revenge. 

A mischievous smile curled his lips from the most ingenious idea in the history of genius ideas.

Some of the little carbonites looked at each other in confusion from the vibe they saw exuding from his source through the Field.

#writing #writeblr #space creatures #carbonites #they're basically soot sprites in space in variations in biology. #I love these adorable little idiots. #strange powers #Will being a little shit

[ao3feed-imzadi]

#star trek #imzadi #will riker #deanna troi #riker x troi #ao3feed #fanfic #IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi'