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pedge-page · 3 months

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i love your preggo wife drabbles soo much!!! could you write one where joel takes care of reader with her morning sickness? 🫶🏻

Joel dealing with Preggo Reader: Morning Sickness

Notes: Idk why I keep making reader so mean but he's such a trooper! I'm also no pregnancy expert obviously so plz take my minimal effort in research with a grain of salt.

Warnings: mean reader, language, vomitting, morning sickness

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"I hate your penis."

Joel rolls his eyes. It's only the 11th time you've said it today while being hunched over the toilet, with Joel caringly hovering over you, holding your hair out of the way as you take a deep breath and hurl the breakfast he made you this morning.

"I hate—"

"I know, sweet pea. Just breathe."

You nod in an almost drunken state. He knows its because you've got no energy in you to really fight him, with the baby giving you all the first batch of hell in the life long journey of headaches in child bearing.

He rubs over your spin, caressing the shivers raking over your body so you can focus on not dying right now.

"I hate your toes. I hate your shampoo. I hate your fingernails. I hate your toast. I hate—"

"Ah huh..."

At first he was pretty upset and angered by how much you loath him, but at some point he's tuned it out and just holds and shushes you. While you pout your disdain for the man, you don't oppose his touch.

For now.

"Doin' so good, baby. It's only temporary, baby's just making sure you're a tough momma—"

"Shut the fuck up and get me some water."

Joel stands, his knees reminding him of his less than youthful age, before running downstairs and grabbing a bottle.

You were both a little surprised that all the morning sickness you were warned about hadn't really given either of you trouble in your first trimester. It came with a surprise by the middle of your second, and comes and goes on a daily basis. Today is honestly not so bad: it's your attitude shift that really gives him whiplash.

By the time he gets back up, you're already meandering out of the bathroom like a lost soul with puffy, sleep deprived eyes, and over to the bed, slowly crawling over the mattress, muttering "too tall". You feel his hand supportively on your back, but you snap "fuck off" and get in the bed yourself. He goes to tuck you in with the sheet, but again your hand slaps his away and you close your eyes into darkness.

You can still feel his annoying presence. "What!" You yell, eyes shooting open to see the bottle dangling from his hand. You snatch it without a thank you and gulp.

Joel's just got his hands on his hips, staring at you.

"Kern I hEp ouu, Hondah?" You gurgle through your water sloshing in your mouth.

He just chuckles to himself. "You're cute like this."

You swallow. "I'll fuck you the fuck up."

He laughs even harder, seemingly unserious in your threats. To him, you looked even smaller than before, despite the obvious roundness growing in your tum tum. You seemed like some small puppy finding her growl, or toddler pointing her finger trying to be intimidating but unaware of how badly you're failing.

"So amusing? Why dont you make yourself useful and rub my feet," you demand.

"You need to eat food, baby girl."

"BaBy GiRl" you mock with puppet hand mouth. "NAG nag NAG. I Don't WANT food. I want my FOOT. In your HAND. before I put it up your ASS."

Joel can tolerate the baby cock-blocking him for a few weeks and the endless assult of your words, but he puts his foot down when your basic needs arent being met. "I need you to eat food. You need energy. Baby needs energy."

"Fine! Crackers, you crackhead. Then—" and you thrust your leg in the hair and wiggle your foot in his face so he gets the picture.

"Okay okay!" And he walks out the bedroom.

Joel spends a record 4 minutes downstairs hurriedly putting together a fancy array of cracker options, from Saltines, to Townhouse, to Ritz. He also pops a few cubes of diced ham in his mouth and then holds a few in his hand to snack on later since he too had to abandon breakfast to service you.

By the time you're conplaining "it's been hours!" He's trotting up the stairs, you wiggle your bum so you sit upright in bed, hand over gurgling belly as he brings the tray to you.

Just as youre about to feast on these dry ass cardboard squares, your nose twitches. You see Joel chewing something in his grasp, popping one cube of pale meat quickly into his mouth, and it takes all of 2 seconds for the smell to travel to your brain before you're throwing the tray on the ground, crackers spilling all over the carpet and b lining to the bathroom again to throw up.

As he hears your dramatic gasps and hurls, Joel pulls out his little note pad he's been documenting your pregnancy so far. He writes "no ham" in the lines , right under "hates my penis", before tossing the paper on the bed and stroking your hair lovingly again as you empty your entire organs in the toilet.

By the time you finish, you've got snot and tears running down your face. "but I LOVED HAAAMMMMM" You screech.

It's true. You used to wrap a thick spread of cold butter on a slice of cheap deli ham and eatnit like a cannoli— something he thought was a weird aquired taste BEFORE he even got you pregnant.

Joel grabs a tissue and plants it firmly in your face, and you squeeze your eyes tight and blow right into his palm like a little snot nosed trumpet. He rubs his fingers in your nostrils to get all the boogers out before tossing it and helping you up to your feet again.

All the while you're bawling "l-l-loved—my hh-ham—n cheese" with gross babbling as he tucks you back in the duvet. You were fine with giving up other aversions like tomatoes, pizza crust, and yogurt. Even sex (occasionally). But your beloved ham is one baby step too far.

"Your—"sniffle— "big—"hiccup—"ugly—"choke—"WORM —" cough—"DID THIS TO MEEE," you accuse his crotch and wail into the air.

Then you hiccup very loudly and go quiet entirely.

You look around with curious eyes, fresh tears suddenly unbothering you at the moment.

"Mmmmmmmn crackers," you moan. "Gimme that one," and you point to the mess on the floor.

"What one?"

"That one!"

He bends down and picks up a piece.

But you shake your head. "No that one."

"No." "No the other." "No."

"Which one!" He shouts, unable to contain the lace of frustration.

"The one I'm pointing to, stupid!"

He finally picks up one hes pointed to 3 times already and you clap your hands.

You snatch it out of his grasp, pull a hair off its curved cracked edge before munching on it happily.

He looks at with uncertainty on his face.

You swallow the dry mushed bits and hum contently. "Mmm. Salty."

Not even 12 hours later you two are getting ready for bed, and you mood has completely changed. Still sick, but instead of being unable to stand Joel's entire existence, you praise it.

"Joel, honey? Can you please prop my feet up Under this pillow. I'm sorry. I just can't seem to reach it myself."

"Baby? I'm a little thirsty. Can you get me some water?"

"Im so sorry, Joel. I just can't stomach this food, I know you put so much effort into it. Ugh! I loved this, I really did! I don't know what's wrong with me."

You rub over the discomfort in your slightly swollen tummy and try to be a brave girl and fight the tears, as Joel's been so attentive to your needs, aches, cries and cravings, only to hurl them back up.

You sniffle and look up to him.

He's a bit tense, almost in a fight or flight stance with fear behind his eyes.

"W-whats wrong, Joel?" you ask with a honey song voice.

"Who are you and what have you done with my wife?"

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leclercvsx · 5 months

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DILF | SMAU

sebastian vettel

pairings: sebastian vettel x reader

summary: y/n is dating Seb who is 15 years older than her but despite the age gap theyre just like any other couple

warnings: age gap (?)

yourusername

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yourusername: in my lover era 🫶

TAGGED: sebastianvettel

sebastianvettel: i love you❤️

yourusername: ugh i love you too😭❤️

user: girlie isn’t he old enough to be your dad😨

landonorris: i took the last photo btw

yourusername: we know🙄

user: am i the only one that find this weird ???

user: definitely not the only one

friendusername: my fav couple😔

yourusername: love you😘😘

user: he’s literally almost DOUBLE her age wtf

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sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel: great time seeing everyone again 🙏🏼

TAGGED: lewishamilton, yourusername

lewishamilton: loved seeing you mate, your girlfriends lovely by the way💙

sebastianvettel: she’s the best❤️

yourusername: making me blush and shi☺️

user: he’s basically dating a child

user: nah cos this is still so weird

user: im actually so grossed out rn

user: girl me too

user: he should be with someone his own age, not someone that’s just hit puberty

user: a bit predatory if u ask me

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yourusername

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yourusername: in a world of boys he’s a gentlemen ❤️

TAGGED: sebastianvettel

user: “gentlemen” it’s because he’s almost double your age babe

sebastianvettel: the love of my life❤️

yourusername: i will cry

sebastianvettel: please don’t, love

user: she’s probably with him for his money and fame tbh

friendusername: i don’t think she’d tolerate all this nasty ass behaviour if she was with him for his money or fame. leave them alone.🙄

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user: i actually think they’re super cute😭

user: no cos me too like i want what they have

lewishamilton: you guys really are the cutest

yourusername: 😛

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y/n

sebastian

seb❤️

what’s wrong? you never call me by my full name

y/n

i think we should break up:/

seb❤️

what the hell are you on about? i don’t think we should break up.

where’s all this coming from?

y/n

everyone’s calling you a freak for being with a “child” and saying that you’re too old for me or that you’re old enough to be my dad and i don’t want anyone to continue hating on you. so as much as i love you and hate myself for doing this, i think it’s for the best.

seb❤️

no.

i won’t let you break up with me due to jealous children on the internet, Y/n. i love you and i do not care about anyone else’s opinions.

So what if we have an age gap? we’re both legal, mature adults who can decide who we want to date.

i’ll sort this all out, my love. don’t worry❤️

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sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel: Y/n and i have been dating for the past year and a half, yes we started dating when she was 19 (4 days before she was 20) and i had just turned 34 but we both discussed this for a while. We’re both legal, consenting, mature adults and choose to date each-other because we love eachother. There is nothing wrong with our relationship. If you find out relationship weird, then YOU are the problem (y/n taught me how to say that.)

Y/n is the love of my life and i don’t ever want that to change. Thanks to some people online, you have made my lovely, wonderful and beautiful girlfriend try to break up with me because she doesn’t want me getting hated on. We’re still very much together and will be for the foreseeable future.

I love you, Y/n. Ignore the jealous, immature children❤️

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yourusername: sobbing on my floor right now. i love you so so much😭❤️

sebastianvettel: don’t cry, my love.

lewishamilton: ignore the immature people, they don’t know what they’re talking about.

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user: i actually feel really bad now

user: proud to say i’ve always been a y/nseb shipper btw

landonorris: i would say mother and father but y/n is younger than me so😔

yourusername: you aren’t helping this situation, Lando.

landonorris: it was a JOKE. you know i love you both really🙏🏼🙏🏼

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this is quite a short one cos i ran out of ideas lol, but anyway i hope you all enjoy!

this was either gonna be for carlos, daniel or seb but i chose seb cos he’s my fav person ever😛

AND YES I KNOW THE AGE GAP IS A LITTLE EXTREME BUT THIS IS ALL FICTION !!!

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN 🫶

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bebebelll · 6 months

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does anyone know her dad? daniel ricciardo smau (part 1)

pairing: daniel ricciardo x toto's secret child!reader / daniel ricciardo x schumacher and wolff!reader warnings: cursing and some general fandom hate wags get note: first time doing this i dont know if this right but lets go! part 2, part 3 and part 4

mickschumacher happy birthday to @ynquads !! sorry for crashing into the cake! mama said she'll make you another

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gina_schumacher thanks for almost cropping me out of the picture

mickschumacher it's about yn!! ynquads i though i was you favourite cousin gigi :( why u being so mean to me :( i'll go tell my parents micschumacher ill tell mama you're being mean to yn username123 always love seeing mick and yn be annoying little siblings

maxverstappen1 congrats! is it enough to say it here or do i have to make my own post? ive given you a present

ynquads bring me cowboy boots from austin and you dont have to

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username honestly schumacher genes dont even feel real anymore

username right!?!?! i want yn to win the figure skating grand prix but then i remember that video where she went karting with max username like a billion drivers and a skater and the good looks in ONE family? god really does have favourites

lewishamilton happy birthday! it's been great seeing you grow up

username excuse me sir? what do you mean grow up?

ynquads visited japan for a wedding and now i'm all ready for skate america!! let's gooo cricket club!!

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username YOU GOT INVITED TO YUZURU'S WEDDING

ynquads i even got to bring daniel🤭

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ynquads we got silver!!!💪🥈🥈🥈congrats to kaori sakamoto 🥇 and isabeau levito🥉 (also thanks uncle lewis for dinner)

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nicorosberg he gave you alcohol?

ynquads i have never actually drank alcohol at all in my entire life (also dad was there i was not even allowed to get food that had rum in the sauce) maxverstappen1 oh yeah we did not at all just get drunk ynquads shut up before nico goes to talk to my DAD

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username she's such a shit girlfriend honestly. she dates daniel for publicity and then drags lewis down too

username what the fuck are you smoking??

username how the FUCK did daniel ricciardo bag the talented pretty QUAD QUEEN MISS YN SCHUMACHER!!! thats my wife actually! what about our kids and three lambs??

f1wagsupdates paparazzi has released a video of mercedes team boss toto wolff exiting a restaurant and driving off with a young woman. even though she tried to cover herself, the woman was quicky identified as yn schumacher. she is a figure skater and 20+ years younger. in an interview from home yn can be seen walking around the wolff kitchen in little clothing. is this the ending to toto's perfect looking marriage with fellow motorsport boss susie wolff?

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username if i dont read it, it doesnt exist. no one's cheating ever

username toto and susie's kid is like 5 how could he throw that away??

username its always the goddamn family men fucking over their wives and kids

username this is such bullshit. toto and susie have been together since like 2011 this is so horrible

username little clothing? she's wearing like pajamas

#formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo insta au #formula 1 social media au #daniel ricciardo #toto wolff

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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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Just a Quick Headcanon

Zoro as a New Parent

Based of Roronoa Koro a OOC of mine

Story Here <<

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• When Zoro learns about his son, He is both nervous and pleased to start as a father.

• He had experience with children had been a bit limited in truth but he had babysitted children around this young before so he figured the knowledge would be useful.

• A newborn baby was very different from a fully up and mobile one Zoro realized- but was fortunate to be able to experience this.

• It really wasnt-

• "You support the back of his head gently" You instruct as you watch Zoro awkwardly hold his 4 day old son with both hands. Clearly worried about hurting him or doing something wrong

"He's so small-" He whispered softly as if unsure if his voice could wake the child. It was too adorable.

He watched as Koro yawned softly and rubbed his little face with his little hands and snuggled hack for warmth- you practically saw Zoro's heart melt

• Koro is kuckily a very easy baby, maybe it was him being a newborn or just being Zoro's son but he wasn't a difficult boy.

• He rarely cried or fussed, would eat very well and slept often- Very Often.

• Koro and Zoro have a lot of similarities- but the one most prominent was that sleeping one-

• After a few days Zoro would introduce Koro to his crew with your blessing. You agree to two at a time of course and allowed it-

• Since Koro at this point had his eyes open he was looking around everywhere- Clearly wanting to see what was going on at all times.

• Zoro had Luffy and Chopper meet First. Luffy surprised and shocked to see that his First Mate had a son. You finding it really sweet to see the wonderment in the infamous Captian and a talking reindeer.

• "Woah! He looks just like you" Luffy says almost in shock as he holds Koro- The newborn staring confused at the smiling man

•Chopper also holding Koro and giggling excitedly as well as starting to tear up. "H-He's so cute!" Chopper said now fully crying while holding Koro who's bottom lip was starting to quiver as well.

• After this it went Nami and Usopp- Nami of course voicing how weird it was Zoro had a kid while Usopp promoted himself to the baby his status and making up stories to entertain. Koro however seemed to not be amused by any of them.

• Koro was starting to get irritated by being held when Robin and Franky came in. He did not like the cold hands of the robot and just stared at Zoro when Robin held him- Zoro already able to read his sons face which clearly said 'Make them leave me the hell alone-'

• And last was Sanji- Zoro was of course snide and rude to Sanji who happily returned the favor before letting the man hold his son. Much to your surprise however Koro seemed to just be staring hard at Sanji

• "Why is he looking at me that way?" Sanji questioned as Zoro scoffed-

"Cause he's a baby wai-" He sported as he heard a noise- you all did and everyone stared at Koro who was making a series of different cooing noises and squirming around as he stared at Sanji. He didn't seemed distressed at all only curious as he continued his gurgles and coos.

• "...I hate you-" Zoro said as he looked right at a very cocky Sanji, clearly Koro liking Sanji quite a bit.

• After this Zoro stayed in your village for a few weeks, letting his crew go ahead and come back for him later.

• With this Zoro takes time to help you raise your guys son. Allowing time for you to sleep inbetween feedings- helping with diapers and also helping you post partum.

• Truthfully he had been a God-Sent.. Calling doctors for you and talking you through your depressions and anxiety-

• The moment that damn near made you want to kiss him in joy was when he found out you had a clogged milk duct and he came in with a warm container of water with some Epsom salt.

• "You're a life saver-" You say when you see the container- Even though this should hurt your pride your tit hurt way worse-

• Zoro would stay by Koros side fir hours, Holding him and playing with the newborn. However does freak the fuck out when the embelical cord fell off.

• "It just falls off!?" He yells when he sees you set it to the side.

• Zoro adores his son and treats him as the most precious being on earth-

• It couldn't make you happier

Bonus!-

• Zoro will send a letter and a photo of his son to Mihawk. Truthfully he found what he did impulsive and didn't know why he did such a thing-

• When Mihawk gets the letter of the arrival of the new Roronoa he feels both surprised and a sense of pride. Keeping both and even showing Perona who squeals and jumps at seeing the cute baby.

• In less then a week a large crate filled with very expensive baby items arrives along with some stuffed toys that creep the hell out of you.

• The legendary Mihawk will even arrive himself to meet Koro- Zoro surprised that his teacher came and you terrified that a former Warlord was holding your son-

• Mihawk stares at Koro, holding the baby like an expert and silently staring. Koro doing the exact same and even scrunching his eyebrows as if mildly irritated that Mihawk was looking at him that way.

• The Warlord cracks a smile at this and nods in approval. Koro reaching for the Cross necklace to try and chew on which Mihawk easily slips away from the baby. "When you are older-" He stated calmly.

• "You have a strong son, I can see he will grow into someone great" Mihawk says calmly.

• "Sensei... I wanted to name you Godfather of my Son" Zoro said calmly, Mihawk looking surprised by this but nods non the less.

• "I will accept" He stated calmly and smiled softly at the boy. Clearly pleased to have a god-grandson to spoil.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #zoro headcanons #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro #Dad!Zoro #Dad Zoro #zoro roronoa x you #zoro roronoa x reader

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babydollmarauders · 7 months

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WELCOME TO THE WORLD — JACK HUGHES

summary: in which Jack and y/n (lovie) announce Elio’s birth

part of the el!hughes au

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y/n.hughes our sweet baby boy, Elio Quintin Hughes, was welcomed into the world on April 16th at 4:43am, and we couldn’t be more in love

El is absolutely obsessed with “her” baby Leo, and we’re so excited to share the news of our blessing 🤍

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jackhughes so incredibly in love with you and our two angels

y/n.hughes and we love you back with all our hearts <3

colecaufield look at my god baby 🥺 boarding my flight right now! i can’t wait to snuggle him!

y/n.hughes get here quick! trevor is still trying to convince us that we should name him godfather!

colecaufield @/trevorzegras THAT’S NOT FAIR! YOU GOT THE LAST ONE!

trevorzegras YEAH AND NOW I SAW THIS ONE AND I WANT HIM TOO!! SUCK IT COCKFIELD!

y/n.hughes these are MY children. you know that, right? it’s important to me that you know that.

nhl welcome to the newest Hughes! congratulations 💙

_quinnhughes i’m so honored and feel so loved 🩵 i love all 4 of you

jackhughes but… me a little more than lovie because i’m your brother, right?

_quinnhughes sure bud

y/n.hughes i’m so grateful for you and your big heart <3

trevorzegras i’m taking him home with me, he’s mine now

y/n.hughes how about you settle for cuddles?

trevorzegras eh, i guess cuddles will work

dawson1417 the cutest baby! congrats!!

jackhughes

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jackhughes Elio Quintin Hughes- April 16th, 4:43am

my wife is a badass. plain and simple. not only because she pushed out our two beautiful children, but because she’s the strongest person i know. she’s been through hell in her life, and she only ever comes out stronger and wiser. but playing a large part in not only getting us together, but also being someone Lovie can turn to, and always being there for her, is my big brother Quinn. so we wanted to show thanks to him in the best way we knew how: naming our son after him.

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lhughes_06 i’ll be shown thanks next, right?

jackhughes for what? being lovie’s first child and being babied by her? no thanks

y/n.hughes leave my son alone, jack!

y/n.hughes i’m so grateful for you, quinn, and the whole Hughes family <3 i don’t know where i would be without you all, and i don’t WANT to know

jackhughes i love you so much, lovie

njdevils welcome to the team, Elio! congratulations Jack and y/n! ❤️

_alexturcotte he’s so cute, J! you guys make some adorable babies!

_alexturcotte now make another, i want MY god baby!

y/n.hughes IT’S BEEN 2 DAYS! i am NOT making another baby yet!

_alexturcotte you hate me

y/n.hughes give me 2 YEARS and then maybe we can talk!

nicohischier he’s beautiful 🩵 congratulations!

jackhughes thanks cap! i’ll text the team about meeting him tomorrow!

john.marino97 he’s precious! can’t wait to meet him!

#el!hughes au #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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feelbokkie · 4 months

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Let’s Fall in Love, IRL | Chapter 1

pairing: Jisung x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, Pen pals to lovers, friend of a friend to lovers

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, mention of food, humor as a coping mechanism

summary: When she was a child, L/n Y/n was in a horrible accident that left her face disfigured. After getting bullied relentlessly by her classmates for her appearance, Y/n escaped to the digital world where she meets Felix. Now an adult, Y/n has be come a complete social recluse, only talking to her 4 childhood best friends and roommates and her only friends. When Felix goes AFK one day in the middle of a game, Felix’s roommates decides to step in. Is this the start a new relationship or will Y/n’s crippling social anxiety get in the way?

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word count: 1,254

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"Hey, Lix, when you're doing fucking around, do you think you could haul ass The Meridian and heal me? If it's not too much of a bother to do your job." You groan as you take more damage. You turn and try to take out the other team's tanks as fast as you can, but you're being flanked by two of their damages. You'd take out their damages too, only you have no idea where they are.

"How did you get all the way on the other side of the map?" He panics.

"I thought you were following me since you're supposed to be pocketing me."

"You fucking ran off without telling me. Do you want me to read your mind?"

"That'd be great." You laugh, "Just get over here. And be careful. The other team's tanks and damages are still around." You keep an eye on your health bar as you keep your back against the wall, not allowing yourself to get ambushed again.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you suck at damage? I just healed you not that long ago."

"Did you not hear me screaming that I was getting ambushed?"

"You're always screaming. I've learned to tune you out."

"Chat, did you hear me screaming for help?" You quickly look over to the monitor where you're stream is. "See? Chat heard me. You're just a shit support."

"Maybe you should be support next game." He mutters.

"Why? Because I'm a girl?" You tease.

"No! Are you trying to get me canceled?"

"Aw, Lixie, you don't need my help with that. Just keep talking and you'll get yourself canceled in no time."

"I hate you,"

"That's not what you were saying earlier. Chat, Felix proposed to me earlier because I sent him food."

"Y/n, shut up!"

Your eyes shift over to the monitor on your left that's displaying Felix's stream. His face is noticeably redder than it was before. His dyed blond hair is in a messy ponytail. His freckles perfectly scattered across his cheekbone and nose. You remember how he used to cover his freckles with makeup when he first started streaming. You don't remember when he stopped, but you're glad he did. It may be hypocritical coming from you, you don't even stream with your camera on. Even if you did, you can't use makeup to fix what's wrong with your face like he can. People aren't going to find you cute or hot because of the scars on your face. For that, you're kind of envious of Felix. What he considers to be flaws are actually blessings while for you, your flaws are just that. Felix gets praised for showing his bare face while you'd be crucified for showing yours in general.

"Y/n!"

Your eyes shift back to the game, just in time to see the bright red "Defeat" pop up on the screen.

"They walked right to you. Are you fucking blind?" You watch as Felix puts his head in his hands.

"Yeah, in one eye, actually. Chat, Felix is an ableist."

"Don't you start. Chat, Y/n is being manipulative."

You laugh, reading all the comments from your chat shipping you and Felix. It used to give you anxiety, all the comments. You'd stay up late at night, stressing about them. You used to think that it was impossible for Felix to have any sort of feelings for you. He's never even seen you. Any time you've ever chatted on call, your camera stayed off. And even if he did, you knew that one look at you and any romantic feeling he had would just, dissipate.

"Pharmercy again?" Felix asks after taking a sip of the coffee you ordered him earlier.

It's more chocolate milk than it is coffee. You know how much he hates the bitter taste so you ordered one loaded with chocolate so he would drink it. It's still healthier than the energy drinks he's been drinking since yesterday.

"Yeah, but only one more match. I'm starting to get tired."

"Imagine being tired."

"You only have an hour left of the marathon."

"Stay up with me? Please? It's only an hour." You turn to Felix's stream just in time to catch him sticking his lower lip out.

"Hm, yeah okay. But you're going to owe me." You sigh, leaning back into your chair.

"I can live with that." You don't have to look at his screen to know that he's smirking right now. You can already tell that the two of you are going to be trending later.

***

The two of you successfully play through 2 rounds with your team. Felix working well as your support while you two sit on the front line. It's the calmest you've been all day. Inuyasha, your service dog, has been hovering around you all day. A few times, he's had to paw at you to warn you of an oncoming attack. But now, despite your yelling, he's calmly resting by your bed.

"Shit," you hear Felix mutter under his breath.

"What?" You ask, looking at his screen. Nothing is going on that should warrant that reaction from him.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Felix says sheepishly.

"Then go,"

"We're in the middle of a match!"

"Love your priorities, Lix."

"I'm trying to think whose home. Oh!" You quickly take out an enemy as you you watch Felix fiddle with his phone.

"What?" You hear an unfamiliar voice whine.

"I need a favor. A really big favor. And quick."

"Aren't you in your room? I thought I heard you screaming."

"I am, just come here quick. I need you to take over for me for 10--20 minutes tops."

"Your stream? No way!"

"Han, I am begging you. I will give you anything you want. Just, please. I'm in the middle of a match and I can't forfeit."

"How much?"

"Name your price later. Just get your ass to my room,"

"Okay, okay,"

A few minutes later you hear Felix's door open. Too focused on the game, you don't look at his screen to see who. You try not to take too much damage while Felix is distracted.

"Hey, you didn't tell me you were playing a game. I'm out,"

"Han, it'll be easy. Y/n will talk you through it. Just--please? I really have to go to the bathroom." Felix pleads.

"Fine,"

"Oh thank god! Chat, Y/n, this is my roommate, Han. He's going to take over for me while I...drop the kids off at the pool." Felix says quickly before he runs off the screen.

"That's disgusting." His roommate mutters.

"Literally could have just said he had to use the bathroom." You whine.

You glance over to Felix's stream to find a brown-haired man you've never seen before in Felix's spot. His features are soft and warm. His eyes are wide, almost as big as his cheeks, as he stares at the screen.

"Hello everyone, I'm Felix's roommate, Han. I'm a musician, not a gamer so bear with me." He says calmly.

"Lix is barely a gamer so your skill level should be about equal." You joke, trying to calm yourself down. If Inuyasha was awake, you know he'd be pawing at your leg to tell you to calm down.

"Fuck that scared me," Han says quietly as his eyes scan the screen.

"Sorry. I'm Y/n, I'm one of Lix's friends." You explain.

"Ah, okay. Nice to meet you Y/n. Please take good care of me."

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Buy me a coffee?

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masterdizzi · 5 months

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Let's talk about Spacetoons Mineta...

Spacetoons is an arabic channel that semi-recently dubbed MHA. Some may call it "Arabic 4kids," but as someone who watched a substantial amount of shows in a 4Kids dub. (namely SonicX), that's not a fair comparison. The only 4 kids dub I actually enjoyed was that of "Kirby: Right back at ya"

Anyway, the BokuNometaAcademia sub brought to my attention the way that Mineta is written here. I have always hated how Hori used Mineta to live out his weird fantasies. The inclusion of Mineta's "comedy" turned a lot of people, me included off and honestly, why wouldn't it.

Spacetoons is more child-tuned so they did a lot of censorship, for example, look what they did to Momo

(They also greatly improved her character)

You may be asking, "What did they do with Mineta?" Valid question considering 70% of his character is horny jokes. Well, the completely removed the perv aspect and made him a loveable kid who wants to fight his insecurities and be great hero.....

I have always said it, Mineta holds some great potential. His moment during the USJ arc was a great stepping stone for some great character growth. The idea of a coward pushing to become a true hero is so different from the norm, but as we know, when it comes to MHA, potential don' get used.

From what I hear from spacetooneta, he is actually really likeable. He is so different from Canoneta that people mistaken him for a girl. The scenes where he is being pervy are either edited out completely or altered convincingly.

They changed the scene from season 3's filler episode so that the context is as follows:

Kaminari and Mineta want to goof off at the pool

Mineta has overheard that the girls have booked the pool too

They convince Izuku to come w/them so that they can get there before the girls

Izuku invites Tenya and the others and Tenya makes them train instead of goofing off

The girls are here, goofing off while they have to train

The most nuts part is that viewers of that dub absolutely LOVE HIM. He suprassed Bakugou in popularity even. This shows that Hori could have made one of the most loveable characters in Shounen. Think about it, his design is already cute, just slap a cute personality on and everyone would love him. But no, he had to be a creepy perv.

Canon Mineta sucks man

#mha critical #minoru mineta #minoru mineta critical #bnha critical #horikoshi critical #spacetoon

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youandiwerealive · 5 days

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Praying that the blood doesn’t stain [rd]

Author’s note: I cried so much while writing this one, I don’t even know what to say to you, girls, this broke my heart. Thank you to the anon who requested insecure dad!Rúben, sorry this took such a huge turn 😭 Hope you somehow enjoy this!

Warnings: there’s mentions of death and blood in this one ‼️

wc: 2107 - English is not my first language! Feedback is always appreciated

There’s no biggest joy in Rúben’s life than his family. You and your daughter, Matilde, really are the light of his eyes. The little girl has him wrapped around her tiny finger, he could never say no her.

“Daddy, can I paint your nails pink?” - the 4 year old would ask him in her cute voice.

“You want to paint my nails, Mati? Of course, but choose a pretty shade of pink that matches daddy’s game shirt, okay?” - he would say to her in a soft voice, always smiling at his baby.

Matilde would do everything with his dad. Anywhere Rúben went, Matilde was there too, always tightly held at his hip, or taking her slow baby steps towards her daddy’s direction.

And Rúben couldn’t stop thanking God, the stars, destiny, whatever put you in his way: the love of his life that made him a dad, the most important role of his life. Nothing could top the importance that you and Matilde had in Rúben’s life, he would always put his girls first. He never felt so happy, with his daughter on his lap and his wife by his side, living in your indestructible bubble of love.

But it all changed two years ago. Rúben will never forget that fateful afternoon, he was having a tea party with your baby, when he got the call from the hospital. A drunk driver hit your car while you were on your way home, making Rúben losing his other half, forever. The news hitting him like a shot in the chest, straight to the heart.

He will never recover from your absence, leaving him to raise the light of your lives all by himself. Matilde is now six years old, she has already started school, now learning how to draw her first letters. Rúben still cries himself to sleep every single night, thinking about you, about how unfair fate was to both of you. You just had your baby, Matilde was only four years old when she lost his mother.

He misses you so fucking much, and your daughter does too. Rúben finds it incredible how Matilde remembers so much of you, always remembering things that you used to say to her, plays and jokes that you had with her. Rúben secretly believes that you talk to her in her dreams, because it’s like she has you always by her side.

Rúben tries his best to not break down in front of your child, especially when she asks about you. It’s been tough for Rúben to be a single dad, missing your support, the way you always seemed to make every thing right. He never looked at another woman again, his eyes and heart belonging to his daughter only - as well as to you, forever. He still wears his wedding ring, never taking it off. He hates the fact that life didn’t allowed him to say goodbye to you, to give you one last kiss. The last time he told you he loved you was over the phone, while you informed him that you were on your way home. Him and Mati cheekily saying “we love youuuu”, over the phone, while Rúben would pretend to drink a cup of tea, wearing a tiara on his head and sitting besides Berny - the bunny, and Johnny - the bear, named after Bernardo and John Stones, Rúben’s friends and Mati’s uncles.

His friends and family never left his side, they notice that Rúben has never been the same again after what happened, everybody knows it.

Matilde is the only thing that can make him smile, making him feel alive as he teaches her how to write her name, paints ballerinas and flowers with her, cooks for her and teaches her how vegetables and fruits are important for her health. Rúben’s life mission is educating his girl in the best possible way he can, be by her side at all times and protect her from every one and every thing.

Every time Rúben looks at his daughter, his heart stings a little, she looks so much like you now. She has your eyes, your smile. At the same time, there’s nothing that he loves more than looking at his baby, resembling the love of his life so much, like you’re still with them.

He can’t do his daughter’s hair as pretty as you could, but Matilde is a gentle and caring girl, she always has a smile on her face and a compliment to give to her dad. “I love my ponytails daddy, you did great” - she would always notice every morning after Rúben would neatly comb her hair, using her favourite pink hair clips with butterflies on them.

She would thank him with a gentle kiss on his cheek, his favourite feeling in the world being the love of your daughter, the way she would tightly wrap her tiny arms around his neck when he would pick her up, how she would hold his hand while walking in the street, her loving kisses on her father’s face, and the way she laughs when his beard tickles her.

When Matilde is at school and Rúben founds himself alone, he lets his thoughts take advantage of him. You are always on his mind, there’s not a second when he isn’t thinking about you. But when nobody is watching, he cries his heart out, still questioning life about the reason why they took you away from him. He often goes to the cemetery, to talk to you, to tell you everything about Matilde - even though he knows you’re always watching over her, protecting your baby. He drops kisses on your grave, whispering how much he loves you, how much he misses you. And how badly he needs you more and more as time goes by. Matilde is getting bigger and she needed her mother too.

After he picks her up from school, Rúben is cooking dinner for the both of them, while his daughter is playing in the garden. He gets lost in his thoughts, unable to stop himself to think how the house is silent without you in it, how life was never the same.

His daughter’s cry takes him out of his trance. He immediately goes to search her outside, Matilde already running to meet her dad. Rúben’s heart breaks at the sight: his baby’s face is wet from all the tears, and her noise and chin are running blood.

Rúben immediately picks her up and rushes to the bathroom, sitting his daughter on the counter, while he tries to clean up her wounds. The little girl hisses and whimpers in pain, poor child fell while playing on the rocks - bruising her knees too. Rúben stops the bleeding and decorates his girl’s wounds with pink band-aids that have hearts in them. Those make Matilde smile a little bit, as she stretches her arms to hug his dad. Rúben holds her tightly, the girl hiding her sad face on his dad’s neck. He kisses her head non-stop, now lying in bed with his daughter still in his chest.

Matilde sleeps in Rúben’s bed now. It’s been like this since you passed away, he feels like he can’t sleep alone anymore - his nightmares about your accident chasing him every night.

The two of them stay silent as Rúben is still leaving kisses on his precious baby and stroking her back carefully. All of the sudden, there’s a little sound.

“Daddy?” - Matilde asks quietly, her voice sounding muffled from her face still being hidden on her dad’s neck.

“Yes, amor?” - Matilde knows a lot of portuguese now, understanding all the pet names and the lectures her father gives her sometimes.

“I miss mommy” - she admits with a little cry escaping her eyes.

Rúben closes his eyes and sighs. “I know, baby. I miss her too” - he admits to his daughter, his voice threatening to fail as well.

“Do you still love her, even though she’s not here with us?” - the little girl questions, her big brown eyes now looking up at his father, who kissed her forehead before speaking.

“Of course I do, filha. Have you stopped loving mommy?” - he asks her back and smiles when the girl firmly shakes her head ‘no’.

“You see, mommy is not physically here with us, but she’s always around. She’s always inside of us, here” - he points at the where his heart is located.

“In our hearts?” - Matilde confirms the place.

“In our hearts, baby. You know the necklace you wear every single day, since you were little?” - Rúben references the silver necklace that has a butterfly, a flower and the letter ‘M’ engraved on a plate in a round shape. You bought it and personalised it to gift it to your daughter.

The initial letter of her name, the butterfly - to let her know that she can always rebirth and become the best version of herself, and a flower - a tulip, to be more specific. The tulip is the flower that represent the perfect love, and you put it on her necklace so she can always remember that she is fruit of a gigantic and true love, yours and Rúben’s, and his mission is to teach her how to never set for anything less than the love his parents shared, that got her into his world.

“My necklace, yes” - the girl answers while her hand instinctively reaches to touch it.

“Mommy gave it to you, and while you have it on, she’s always looking down at you and protecting you. That’s why you can never take it off, Mati” - her father explained.

The girl just smiled at his father, and hugged him tightly, knowing that he is all that she has, but feeling in her heart that her mother is always by her side.

That night, while Matilde was peacefully sleeping in his chest, Rúben couldn’t fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried.

His mind was rushing from the previous events - remembering her face full of tears and blood, the conversation about you. Rúben can’t help but doubt himself as a father - it happens more often that he would like to.

It’s been two years, but he’s still discovering how to be a solo father, an adventure that he had to take on with his daughter - not really having a choice. And sometimes he can’t help but doubt his ‘daddy abilities’ - fighting himself for not being attentive enough to protect Matilde from hurting herself on those damn rocks. That’s his job, for fucks sake. He needs to pay full attention to his baby, to prevent this type of things from happening. He would never forgive himself if something happened to the light of his life.

He misses you, your advices. He misses your mom side, you were the perfect mother to Matilde, and he can’t help but imagine how would life be if you were still here with them. Matilde has a lot of your personality, she is extroverted, funny, smiley and bubbly - just like you were. There’s times where she gives Rúben some sassy answers, leaving him speechless, having an attitude just like yours. He looks at pictures of you two, when you started dating, and some pictures already after Matilde was born. He knows that the blood on Matilde’s wounds won’t stain her clothes, but the blood surrounding your loss will forever stain his heart, his mind, his life.

Life without you doesn’t seem worthy of living most of the times to him, but his baby is the only thing pushing him from the ground. She’s his partner in life now, filling his heart with love and laugh when all he wants to do is cry.

The moments when they sing in the car on their way to school, when Matilde makes Rúben dance like a proper ballerina - making him wear a pink tutu and all, make his life worth living. His baby’s laugh means the world to him, gives him strength and hope in a brighter future.

He wishes you were here with him, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. But, the way your daughter starts stirring in her sleep, and holds herself tightly to him for comfort and protection, already looks like a sign to him. He’s a good dad, and he and Mati will never be alone, since they have the most beautiful and bright star looking down at them, protecting and guiding them - forever.

#ruben dias #dad!ruben #ruben dias x you #ruben dias oneshot #ruben dias fanfiction #ruben dias fic #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #writer thoughts #thoughts about football players #football imagines #football fanfic

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maxrowave · 5 months

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GENDERBEND RAHHHHHH

i love drarry and i love women so put it together and you get this, i present to you: Harphine

Harry is consequently now named Harley; Draco is also now named Delphine (Full name Delphinus Lucius Malfoy, however asks to be referred to as Delphine because it's pretty). I decided to keep everyone else the same because the world centres around them. Delphine is the ultimate coquette girl, lana del rey wishes she could be as coquette as her. Mega popular girl and a trendsetter, one day she wears a headband to school, the next day, half the female students are as well. Extreme closet gay, internalised homophobia...

Harley on the other hand is a major tom-boy, as a toddler and young childhood she probably had a buzzcut or short hair because her hair was too much maintenance for the Dursley's. She also wore Dudley's old clothes so she was mistaken for a boy for most of her young life, she only began to grow it out when she started attending Hogwarts and got a major glow-up in third year. and now the multitude of headcanons: 1) Delphine resorts to flirting to get her way with male students, however it is only by accident does Harley discover Delphine is prudent when she flirts with her. Delphine immediately goes red, sputtering incoherently:

"MY FATHER WILL HEAR OF THIS!!!" "good, I'm glad he knows about me so it won’t be as awkward to meet him when I'm over for dinner"

Harley uses this to her advantage and begins to spread rumours about Delphine to finally get back at her for all these years 'Pure Blood Delphine Malfoy, sole heir, is a homosexual?!' It gets out of hand and Delphine's rep gets ruined or somethin

2) Harley is a bit of an artist, she likes drawing/doodling. One day she's sitting in potions class, not listening because fuck that, idly drawing on her parchment without much thought, only for her to realise that hey... this kind of looks like Delphine, and then realising she's just been drawing Delphine in various sitting poses for the past half an hour.

3) Even though Harley really hates Delphine, she has to admit, she's really fucking gorgeous, and in an odd way Harley kind of admires how put together she is. Harley does try to imitate her makeup one day because she wants to know how it feels to be pretty/put together, it turns out shite, Ron laughs at her, Harley beats him up; Delphine also laughs at her. But when they do become good friends, like fifth year or so, Delphine does do her makeup (imagine that one img of the girl on top of the other doing her eyeshadow, that's them).

3.5) Slight extension from the previous one, I mentioned this on my xwitter awhile back -- Harry purposely messes up his tie so Draco can fix it, because Draco's love language is to clean up people, i.e brushing lint off their shoulder, adjusting their collar, kind of like a cat. In this genderbent au, Harley messes up her lipstick everytime so Delphine can redo it.

4) Delphine is a massive closeted lesbian, and is pining for Harley in her own odd way. When they begin to get close, Delphine instictually reels back, because she's used to playing hard-to-get with other guys as a flirting method. She doesn't quite register that it doesn't work with girls, which leaves Harley wondering what she did wrong and why Delphine isn't as interested.

5) When they do finally get into a relationship, most likely like sixth/seventh year, it's very low-key and secretive because Delphine still has internalised homophobia/closeted. But Lucius ends up arranging her marriage because she's an only child and a female to the Malfoy name. What happens next is idk

6) Lucius either dotes on Delphine like a child who is in constant need of being helped and cannot be independent, or never speaks to her ever because he's disappointed he has a daughter.

OKAY THATS IT, I HAVE MORE HEADCANONS THAT I WILL POUR IF ENOUGH ASK FOR IT LOL... i wanna see if I can make Harphine their genderbend ship name, it's cute

also boobs bc im gay and so are they

#draco x harry #drarry #harry x draco #hpdm #dmhp #harphine #harry potter #draco malfoy

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discount-shades · 1 year

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Contract Spouse Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Living the Lie

A/N: to quote M*A*S*H “War isn’t Hell. War is war, and Hell is Hell. And of the two, war is a lot worse.”

Pairing: Jake Seresin/Reader (nicknamed Pip)

Warning: Angst, war, PTSD, civilian deaths, child death, nightmares

Length: 2100 ish

Summary: Jake and Pip settle into living together.

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Two weeks after you had settled into Jake's house in San Diego you were on the phone with Sami. Your almost daily phone calls with Jake had been replaced by phone calls to Sami. You look up from the pasta you were stirring on the stove as Jake walks through the side door. He goes to greet you but cuts himself off when he sees you are on the phone.

“Who is it?” You read his lips as he mouths the question and you mouth the answer back. “Hi Sami,” he calls out.

“Jake says hi,” you say with a resigned sigh. Relaying a conversation between the two siblings when you were on the phone with Jake had started very soon after the wedding and now that you were living with Jake, the habit had immediately resumed in reverse and you had long since given up trying to get them to talk to each other. Jake now sports a smile identical to the one Sami always had on her face during these conversations.

When you finally hang up the phone you roll your eyes at Jake. “You guys are ridiculous, I hate you both.”

“No you don’t,” he grins as he heads to his room to change out of his work clothes “You love us.”

“That's the problem.” You mumble to yourself as you dump the pasta into a serving dish and set the table before sitting down to dinner.

“I got two more quotes on redoing the roof,” you tell Jake between bites of alfredo. “I think we should go with the second, they’re more expensive but have better reviews and can begin sooner.”

“Whatever you think is best.” Jake shrugs, relieved you had taken over the repairs he had been too busy to arrange.

“And the contractor for the hot water tank called, he had a cancellation and can come replace ours tomorrow.” Jake just nods in confirmation and you fight a sigh.

The house that Jake had bought a few months ago, though overall in good shape, had needed a few updates and you had quickly taken over organizing them. Talking about hiring contractors over dinner makes you feel more married than you have ever felt before. The monotony of cohabitation made slipping into the rhythm of life together automatic.

Living with Jake was easy. You worked together seamlessly, easily dividing household chores and responsibilities. Chatting in the evenings, watching tv, or just sitting in silence reading. The two of you just fit together. He had even tolerated you reorganizing every drawer and shelf in the common spaces with minimal cursing over not being able to find things.

Life continues in the same thread. You and Jake grocery shopping, going for walks, cooking, and doing dishes, just easily living together. But as time went on you were finding it harder and harder.

Everyday you had to stifle your imagination as you pictured him coming through the door and giving you a kiss. The little part in your heart that you could never squish down was still hoping that one day Jake would look at you and fall in love.

The logical part tried to keep your breathing steady when Jake would brush past you in the kitchen. Tried to keep you from melting into his touch when he placed his hand on your lower back when you were walking together in public. Tried to keep from staring when you were together.

It didn’t help that Jake frequently walks around without his shirt. Whether it was first thing in the morning, after a shower, or after a run. You loved and hated it. When you said goodnight and went to your separate rooms you wanted to follow him into the master bedroom and finally end your embarrassingly long dry spell. You should have hooked up with your cute neighbor in your final days in Austin. Maybe that would have made things easier.

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“Jake,” your voice startles him out of his sleep. He can hear you tapping gently on his door before easing it open. “We have a problem.”

“What's wrong?” he mumbles sleepily as he sits up in bed, squinting in the hall light shining through the open door. The rain from earlier is still lightly falling outside. “What time is it?”

“It’s a little after midnight, The roof is leaking.” You tell him, hair pulled up into a sloppy bun and pillow creases on your cheek. “I woke up in a puddle, it's coming through the light fixture above the bed.”

Jake mumbles curses. He had been sleeping soundly and would have likely been able to sleep the whole night if the roof hadn’t leaked. He helps you move the bed and set up a big rubbermaid bin under the leak to catch the dripping water while you strip the wet bedding off the mattress and throw it in the bathtub. You flip the breaker and he carefully removes the light so the water can fall directly into the bin without pooling, you dutifully hold the flashlight.

After you follow him into the attic to see where the leak is. Fortunately it is only in one spot and the rain has slowed to a stop. Using the towels you had so neatly organized, you help him mop up all the water you can. You place another bin under the main leak but it has slowed to a drip. Working next to you in the dimly lit attic, Jake realizes he never would have noticed the leak so soon if not for you.

“When are they supposed to fix the roof?” Jake asks you.

“Monday,” you say sadly and he sighs. “If you leave all the information for me I’ll call the insurance company tomorrow.”

He follows you down the ladder with the wet towels and throws them into the washing machine. You follow with the towels from your room. Your teeth chattering and he looks at you for the first time and notices that your pajamas are soaking wet.

“Pip you're going to get sick, go change.” You roll your eyes at him but comply and grab a dry pair of pajamas and head to the bathroom so you can leave your wet ones in the tub. When you come out of the bathroom he meets you in the hall. “I dumped the bin in your room, we should be good to go back to sleep.” You nod but don't follow him; grabbing your pillow you turn to go into the living room.

“Where are you going?”

“The couch.” You stare at him in confusion. “My mattress is soaked.”

“Yeah but mine's not.” You stand there staring at him and he suddenly feels like he has overstepped. The look in your eye is unreadable but you just agree quietly and follow him. When he reaches the bed and you crawl in beside him he feels his stomach clench. He can't remember the last time he slept next to someone, it's been years, definitely before the nightmares started. What if he moves and hits you, or says something he doesn’t want you to hear?

It’s awkward. As soon as he lies down beside you he feels the need to move and eases himself over to his other side. He can hear you rolling over when he does. You don’t say anything but he can tell you are tense. Maybe he shouldn't have insisted you share his bed. “Do you want to build a pillow wall?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You roll over again and he can feel your eyes on him. “Good night Jake.”

“Goodnight.” You stop moving but he can tell you are not asleep by your breathing. He listens and tries not to move but he can’t sleep if you are awake. He feels the bed shift every time you move and shuffle your feet. He stares into the dark hyper aware of you beside him, pretending to sleep before he finally breaks the silence. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

“Can’t sleep?”

“My feet are cold,” you tell him. “I can’t sleep with cold feet.”

Jake bites back a sigh and says the thing he doesn’t want to do. “You can put them on me.”

Your soft laugh almost makes it worthwhile. “I don’t think you mean that,” you counter. And he reaches down to feel your feet and immediately regrets his decision when he feels how icy they are.

“Come on,” he says resignedly and urges you to roll over so you can press your feet to his warm legs. When you settle he finds himself focusing on your cold toes to distract himself from the warmth coming from your body lying beside him.

As your feet warm he can feel the tension leave you as you relax into sleep, your breath slowing and evening out and soon he finds himself drifting off as well.

– – –

Maverick is carrying a lifeless Rooster in his arms. He is standing in the desert. Rubble and fire from a destroyed building around him. Blood is dripping down Rooster's extended arm and steadily falling from his fingertips and onto the dry sand. Jake stands, blood pounding in his ears with every drop that hits the ground. Maverick is speaking to him in a language he can't understand, repeating the same phrase.

When he realizes it’s weird to see Maverick cradling Rooster so easily everything seems to blur and when it clears there is now a father holding his young son in front of him. The boy's eyes are open and staring blankly at the sky. The man speaks but it is Maverick's voice he hears, “You shot at the wrong time, his death is your fault Hangman.” The man advances towards him brandishing the body of his dead son repeating the words in Maverick’s voice, becoming angrier and more grief-stricken with every repetition as Jake retreats, his heart pounding, unable to escape.

– – –

“No!” Jake sits up gasping. His heart is hammering wildly as he tries to breathe. He feels like there is a weight on his chest, contracting his lungs and keeping his ribcage from expanding. The image of the boy burned into his retinas.

“Jake?” The soft sound of your voice startles him and he flinches when he sees you move before pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. Trying to rub away what he saw. Your hand is hesitant as it brushes against his back, gently moving and pressing his t-shirt into his sweat soaked skin. He wants to tell you to stop, that he doesn’t deserve comfort after what he did. He wants to get up and leave, but he doesn't. He just sits there frozen and focuses on the feeling of your warm hand smoothing over his spine as his breathing steadies. When the chill sets in he strips off the sweaty shirt and lies back down on his back.

“Nightmare?” you ask quietly already knowing the answer. He nods even though he is not sure you can see him. He’s told you about the nightmares, never why or what he sees but you know he has trouble sleeping. You're the only one who knows.

You lie on your side and he can feel your eyes in the dark. Unable to rub his back you place your hand on his chest and resume the relaxing motion. But the feel of your hand on his bare chest is too much and he stops you, flattening your hand to his heart. When you go to pull away he reaches up with his other hand and clutches your wrist, unwilling to let you go.

“Don’t go.” The words slip out before he can stop them and he clenches his jaw to keep from speaking more. He can feel you nod you head beside him. You slowly begin flexing your fingers and he relaxes the hand flattening yours and you begin to gently scratch his chest with your finger tips. He finally lets out a shuddering breath and shifts his grip on your wrist so he can feel your steady pulse.

“Breath with me,” you whisper. “Focus on my breaths.” he lies beside you and listens to you breathe and focuses on the feeling of your warm hand pressed to his heart and the gentle caress of your finger tips. He feels the butterfly kiss of your lips on his shoulder and his skin burns. Your soft breaths moves over his skin and his heart aches.

When your fingers stop moving he knows you are asleep but doesn’t let go of your hand, eventually he falls into a dreamless sleep listening to your soft breaths.

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin/reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman #hangman/reader #top gun hangman #top gun fanfiction #topgun maverick #topgun hangman #top gun x reader #hangman topgun #topgun

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mysticficti0n · 10 months

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okay B honey I just got a cat (her names Peony my grans favourite flower) soooooo I was wondering if you could do like a small little thing about Y/n coming back home or whatever and she finds Tom cuddling with the cat which he usually complains about but he/she is curled up on his arm and he's resting his head on them half alseep

thank you baby 💕

Omg Peony is an adorable name! congrats on getting her, ofc I can do this!

You do love her

(all my attention will be back soon and and I'm beginning to write part two to Can't help but miss you but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

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warnings- none just cute fluff with Tom!

words- 549

"yes of course.... look- I'm back home now can I call you tomorrow when I'll be at work and have all the papers and things?... thank you- bye" I sighed cutting the call with one of my clients who called me at exactly 4:59pm, I went to my door pushing the key through and clicking it open and stepping into my apartment, it was a cold day today and I could hear the heaters hum around the house, the tv was on but not loudly but another sound pushed through- snores

I slipped my heals off so I wouldn't wake up Tom, he told me he'd stay home while I went to work to 'keep an eye on the cat' which isn't the first time he's done it but she's not really a kitten anymore. I walked around the corner to find Tom curled up on the sofa resting his head on my cat who lay in his arm fast asleep too, I couldn't stop my heart exploding with cuteness, I ran to my room grabbing the camera and came back snapping a few pictures for my own enjoyment as this cat was usually the bane of Tom's life, every night he slept round (your cats name) would snuggle up to me on the bed meaning he couldn't reach me and if he did she'd hiss at him or when were making food- Tom being the chef himself hates her being within a few centimetres of the kitchen saying "she'll contaminate my cheese on toast Y/n!"

I walked to the back of the sofa, leaning over and pressing a small kiss to his cheek "Tom...I'm home" my hand rubbed down his shoulder making him stir, his brown eyes opened narrowly and a grin came across his face "hi"

"hi" he whispered back pushing his lips out for me to kiss which I didn't hesitate to "how are you?"

"I'm good, long day- you seem nice and cozy with your best friend don't you" I teased seeing the boy look to his arm and sigh "oh I hate this cat- she's so annoying- your cats broken..." I mocked in his voice "sure you hate her?"

"shut up will you, me and (your cats name) have a special bond now and it'll never be tainted" I hummed petting the soft fur covering her body

"so you're stealing my child?" he nodded lifting the cat from his arm to his chest as he lay on his back, the small girl opened her wide green eyes looking at Tom and purring "hey darling girl" I smiled petting her head

"hey no fair she get's darling girl and I just get my name!" the boy groaned "I like you better now darling girl" Tom mimicked petting her

"oh sorry do you want me to treat you like a cat?" he nodded with a dopey smile covering his face "you are such an idiot" I kissed his lips once more before going to change out my work clothes, I kept the door open and herd the small words of Tom

"see she's so mean to me, your the favourite- darling girl, we love her though right? yes we do" he laughed to himself and (your cats name) meows seemed to mean she agreed

#bill kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz imagines #tokio hotel #00s #tom kaulitz x reader #germany #georg listing #tom kaulitz icons #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n #Tom Kaulitz x Cat #2000s

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sassuguru · 1 month

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Stepdad Mori Ougai(bsd) x fem stepdaughter reader? Reader burst into meeting room by accident that port mafia members had and she than got punished by mori (smut)

Thank you<3

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26. 02. 2024 stepdaughter!reader — stepcest, dub-con?, age gap ( obvi ), nicknames : "papa" + "baby" + "good girl" + "little girl," exhibitionism, praise, mention of death, mentioned — mori's large influence over r!, implied — safeword, p in v, spanking, pussy slapping. "b4 u talk, no, i don't support hiz actions. but i got daddie issues 'n he's my papa 4 da moment. (yall should tots read ma story on ao3). i need more dark content asks. 'niewho, ty 4 da ask!" the artist says, "made da mum di cuz i hate cheating. if u wan mi 2 change sumthin like da nicknames jus' tell me!"

To no one's surprise, your mother's first marriage didn't last as long as ideal marriages, a.k.a, the marriage you were born out of.

They were both young, no where ready for marriage, the responsibilities that come, and the baby your mother discovered some random night after one too many signs of pregnancy. You couldn't really say that your parents were best, nor were they the worst. They weren't evil people, just premature ones.

You can't call them deadbeats nor active, but one thing you can say, is that your father left first.

It took quite a while for your mother to get into a stable groove for you both, you helping as much as possible so the two of you could at least sleep under a roof of your own. Your mother was gloomy and depressed, you feared she'd collapse one day and leave you alone, until there was a beaming smile on her face.

The cause was a man. A handsome, older, and sophisticated man at that. One interested in her for some strange reason.

Logically, you thought it to be untrue. A rich and hot guy coming to turn around your lives? Impossible! That is, until you find yourself standing in the doorway of his expensive and private villa for a summer vacation, a sparkling ring on your mother's finger.

He's a sweetheart in your experience. Being a standard gentleman: opening doors, paying for items, hand kisses, and sweet words. Though, there's something about him that always threw you off. Ever since you moved in with him when you were 16, and your mother, some age.

Perhaps it was the way he'd subtly suggest things to you and your mother. Like your clothing. Black and Green just so happened to be your color. Then a soft sentence came from his lips during a shopping spree, "Mm, darling, I think you'd look great in pink! Try that one!"

He'd suggest and buy, whispering how cute you were wearing the clothes he bought you. He'd specifically point out things that were extremely girly; ruffles and short skirts galore.

Hed comment how "positively adorable" you looked in that shirt skirt, meant to catch the guys at your school. It often threw you off how many frilly things he bought you, almost everything has ruffles. Then he bought an assortment of bows and headbands. The clothing he suggested you wear reminded you of that of a child, it struck you as odd—though, it didn't seem too big of deal. Hence, you ignored it, and listened. Partially because the clothes did look good on you, and because you started to feel like you wanted his attention on you.

Perhaps it's the healthy need for attention, or maybe it's because he's hot of daddy issues.

It wasn't beyond Mori's notice. He could you longed for his attention, he thought it was cute. Especially the way you snuggled under him during movie nights, or hung tightly on his arm when going about.

And to him and observers, it seemed that those actions increased after your mother's death. It was sudden and confusing. The cause of death being ruled "natural causes," though there was nothing wrong with her (to your knowledge).

Mori didn't seem to be as upset as you thought he would be, though you assumed there was a difference in coping. And soon, just like he did your mother, he spoiled you to no extent. He'd often send you and Elise to shop together with a budget far too high for a "child" and an irresponsible 19-year-old.

He sighed when he saw the receipt, though it was no one's fault but his. You were practically 20, and still spoiled by him. "You are quite lucky I love you, little girl," Mori playfully glares at you as rock back and forth on your heels.

"Mhm! Thank you, Papa!" You hum, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and run off with Elise to out on the outfits you bought.

Just like you skipped away then, you really hope he'll let you skip off this time.

Perhaps it was because of his attitude towards you that you thought you were invincible to his wrath, Mori ponders. His eyes locked on your nervous frame standing at the doorway of the two large doors. Your happy-go-lucky attitude stripped from you in a matter of seconds.

It seemed that you have forgotten he has a meeting this evening.

Without a knock, you burst into the dark meeting room where all of the Port Mafia executives were. You were aware that Mori did something illegal for work even if he constantly made sure you were seperated from that world; however, that didn't stop the surprise you held when weapons were quickly pointed towards you.

The two ginger adults stood, the man with a dark aura surrounding him, the woman with a gift in the shape of a demon woman, a sword in its hand.

"Kōyō, Chūya, you may relax, along with the rest of you," Mori speaks calmly, "This forgetful girl would be my stepdaughter. There will be no animosity towards her."

"Yes, sir," they spoke as Kōyō and Chūya sat down. There was silence in the room, not a sound being heard.

"Papa—" You attempt to speak before he holds a finger to his lips, signaling you to be quiet. You stand timidly in the doorway.

There were only certain situations that you are involved in where his expression is hard to read. He always made sure you could understand him through his expressions. And when you couldn't, that was when you got scared. You gulp, as his eyes harden.

He's thinking of something, probably a punishment, you muse.

Mori hums, making a motion for you to come to him with his finger. "Close the door and come here," you flinch at his tone of voice, but you obediently obey, cringing at the eyes on your back as you stand in front of their boss.

Mori's silent as he looks up at you, only making your nerves worse.

"I told you I had a meeting today," he speaks, "Forget?"

You avoid his gaze at all costs, pursing your lips as you nod. "Yes, sir," you whisper. Mori hums at your words. He snaps his fingers, "Look at me."

Your eyes flicker to his, worry embedded in your expression. "What did I tell you about bursting in like that?" He notices you start to play with your fingers, electing to ignore it. "To knock," you mumble, eyes falling.

"Look, at me," he says sternly, "Speak up."

A whimper leaves your lips at his tone. "To knock," you speak louder. Mori hums, "Did you knock?" You shake your head, "No."

"Mhm," he hums, "Do you know what that means?" The executives lock worried eyes at the display. "Yes," you nod. "Yes, what?" Mori questions. "Yes, papa," you whimper. The man hums, his hands slide up the back of your thighs.

How cute, he thought, conviently wearing a skirt before you get punished. "Pull off your panties," he orders, smiling softly as you obey. "Sir—" one of the executives tries to speak, though he wasn't paying attention to which one it was. "Silence," he interrupts in a whisper, gladly grabbing the panties you just took off.

"Over my leg."

You carefully lay your torso over his thighs, one of your hands gripping his pant leg before he's even done anything. "You know the deal, count. If you mess up, I start over, yes?"

A premature sniff leaves your lips, "Yes, papa."

His hand runs along the underside of your thigh, cupping the flesh of your ass as he pushes your skirt up. A hum leaves his lips when he runs his thumb along the slit of your vulva, "Hmm. Wet already?"

Without warning his hand lifts and strikes the bare skin of your ass. You whimper, body jolting at the action. "O-One," you whisper. His hand smooths along the irritated flesh. "Good," he whispers. You can feel your eyes already swelling with tears from the sting. Shutting your eyes, you desperately hope there's only 10 spanks this time.

You attempt horribly to think about anything other than the many people watching Mori discipline you. There's another harsh smack to your unhurt cheek, throwing you out of your thoughts.

A mix of a howl and a whimper leave your lips out of surprise. "Two!" You whine.

"Good girl," he coos, soothing rubbing his hands on the sore skin. As his thumbs spread your ass he can see the glossy look of slick entangled in the small hairs around your folds. A happy hum leaves his lips before he lands a harsh slap onto your ass, ending your short reprieve. You sniff, tears now spilling from your eyes. "Three," you whisper, a crack in your voice.

His harsh slaps continue, your pathetic voice whispering numbers becoming his favorite sound. "E-Eight," you stutter and moan.

Mori hums, smiling at your sticky eyelashes, the black mascara running down your cheeks. "Oh, shh. No more crying," he whispers as your feel the tips of his fingers ghost along your pussy, "If you had been a good girl, this wouldn't have happened."

"'m sowy, papa," you whine, sniffling on his lap. The man chuckles, "Oh I know you are." He hums, softly rubbing your skin. "Despite my distaste of you getting off to your punishment like a whore...Because you've taken your punishment so well, you get two more. Make sure to count correctly, little girl."

You feverishly nod, a string of 'mhm!'s leaving your lips. You take a deep shaky breath to prepare for the last two strikes, unaware of the growing stiff tension in the room.

The mental preparation for the last two strikes didn't serve any benefits as his hand had moved. Instead of the already sore skin he'd assaulted, the palm of his hand dips between your thighs, landing harsh smack to your pussy. A loud and strangled moan leaves your lips, though to the (unfortunate) observers it sounded more attuned to a scream. "Papa!" You whip your head to look at him wide-eyed in shock.

"What's the number?" He asks, ignoring the expression he knows serves as a question for him to answer. "P-Pa—" he interrupts your words, firmly speaking again, "The number."

You sniff, and lay back on his thighs, "Nine," you whimper. Mori chuckles, "Good." His hands separate your plush thighs that are squeezed together. His eyes take in the twitch of your clit when he spreads your folds, his tongue swipes along his bottom lip as he hears the disgusting and loud squelch paired with the sight of the bubbly, clear liquid spilling from your cunt, and his thumb rubs against the entrance of your vagina, teasing it. "What a cute little thing," he comments, spreading the strings of slick along the curled pubic hair.

When his hand lifts from your skin, you brace yourself for the incoming pain. Your fingers grip his pant leg harshly, teeth clenched around the fabric of his pants aswell; the material stuffed in your mouth, your drool burying itself in the fabric, creating a darker-colored patch.

One of his hands glides down your plump ass, fingers stationing themselves at your folds. Your eyes widen when you realize what's to come, the fabric falling from you mouth to create a desperate plea of "wait!" that was too late as his palm slams down against the bundle of nerves.

A loud and pathetic moan leaves your lips. Mori watches with a smile at your expression; eyes rolled back, toes curled, with your lower half twitching, release coming over you quickly from the stimulation.

Little huffs leave your lips as you cum, feeling his hand delicately rest against the sensitive and puffy area as if he were to collect your release upon his hand.

You soon come down from your high, though your thighs still twitch from your sudden orgasm. Despite the atmosphere, relief washes over you, knowing your punishment was over and he'd hopefully let you leave, though not without embarrassment and shame. You rest your cheek against his thigh, drooling onto the fabric of his pants.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Mori tuts, sending alarms off in your head. "Did I tell you, you could cum?" Your eyes widen and you lift your head. "And you've ruined my pants. And thought you were finally being good," he shakes his head, "I suppose I'll have to dish out another punishment, hm?" He watches you practically wip your head towards him. His eyebrows raise in amusement as your glossy, wide eyes look up him in a silent plea for a break, to not suffer humiliation any further. There's silence as he looks at your face, seemingly contemplating whether or not he should. There's hope in your chest that he'll let it be until later, though it seems you have terrible luck. Your face drops when laughs at your expression.

"Stand up, sweetheart," he whispers. He clicks in tongue, a "sympathetic" whisper of 'Awww' leaves his lips as he sees your bottom lip tremble.

You stand up like he orders, pressing your thighs together as if it would hide the mess you've made of yourself. Mori remains seated in his chair, though he makes a circle motion with his index finger, signaling you should turn around.

A shaky breath leaves your lips as you turn around, clamping your eyes shut as not to see the looks of his executives. You suck in a breath when you hear him rise from his seat. You feel him press against you, then his hand lightly pushes your head down on the desk. Your teeth catch onto your bottom lip as your feel the stiffness of his crotch against your bare skin. "Breathe, baby," he coos, a light chuckle in his voice as separates your ass, smiling at the glistening of your pussy.

His thumb glides down the slit, "Oh, you look so cute."

A whimper leaves your lips as his index finger teases your entrance before pushing in. "You should be ashamed at how wet you are," he tuts, easily slipping in a second finger. His free hand his planted firmly against the back of your neck. His eyes remain trapped on the way his fingers pump in an out of you.

Your lips fall open as you feel a second orgasm coming, though that feeling stops when he retracts his fingers.

A sharp huff leaves your lips, clearly upset at the constant teasing Mori's doing. His chuckle reverberates throughout the silent yet tense meeting room. "This is why you're in trouble. Your lack of patience," he hums, the feeling of his tip between your folds appears.

Mori grunts when he pushes inside of you. His eyes flutter and his breath stutters at the feeling of you. His violet eyes watch how your eyes close when he pushes in. A thoughtful hum leaves his lips as his hips move in a slow pace to get you used to him. He loves you, even if this was a punishment, he'd never hurt his sweet girl. There's a snap of his fingers next to your ear. "Up, up," he says with a bright smile. "You interrupted their meeting. Look at them, apologize."

Your eyes widen at his words. He coos at the temble of your bottom lip. You sit up and turn your head towards the rest of the table. "I-I'm," you shakily start, eyes flicking anywhere, but the prying eyes of the executives.

And somehow, Mori was able to tell you weren't actually looking.

His hand curls it's fingers into your hair. He directs your head to face the boy ginger, Chūya. "Look at him, apologize."

Chūya gulps, tensing at the sudden attention. He attempts ( horribly ), to ignore the straining against his pants. Sweat rolls down his temple, nails digging sharply into his pants. Your expression only seemed to make his state worse. Mori's pace had increased, the loud and lewd slapping of skin echoed throughout the room. Your face was sinful. Eyes unfocused—almost crossed, tongue lolled, and drool leaking onto the pristine table. "S-Sorry," you whine, though you clearly don't mean it.

Mori yanks onto your hair, the burn of the pull only adding onto the pleasure. "Say it like you mean it. You know his name."

Mori smiles at your pathetic whine. "'M—I'm sorry, Chūya! 'm sorry I ruined your meeting!" You hiccup; Chūya almost cums right there, and that bastard of a boss he has can tell immediately. It's wrong, but he almost creams at the way you say his name, damn that bastard.

"That's my good girl," Mori coos, "One more time. Tell all of them you're sorry."

You feel his hand press against your back, forcing a deeper arch, which only makes his cock feel deeper. "aw, fuck! 'm sorry for— for— for ruining your meeting," you sob as force words from your lips as your glossy eyes looks around the table at the stiff figures of the executives.

"Uh, uh, uh," you whine at each thrust, mumbling "sorry, sorry, sorry," whiner and whiner each time his tip rams into into your g-spot. Your neck feels weak as your head falls onto the table. "Good job," he coos, "That's my girl." The loud squelching of your cunt is music to his ears, the warmth of your walls squeezing around him has his eyes fluttering, a pleased smile appears on his face as you absent-mindedly rock back in time with his thrusts. "That's it, baby. Your doing such a good job," he praises, only making you squeeze harder around his length.

He hisses at how tight you feel, the stimulation driving him to an orgasm. "Papa!" You whine, "Papa!"

"Yes, sweetheart," he whispers, "You can cum. Go ahead."

His words were enough to push you to the edge as your pussy spasms around his cock. A creamy white ring forms at the base of his length as he continues his thrusts, though they get sloppy before they stop completely; his tip nuzzling deep inside of you as he cums.

A satisfied sigh leaves when he pulls out, a light chuckle filling the air as he watches your hips twitch as you come down from your high.

Mori's hands massage your sore ass and his lips kiss the back of your neck. "Mm, you did so good," he whispers. He tucks his softening erection back into his pants before he carefully scoops you up and into his arms. The room is tense, soft grunts coming from some of people in the room, cheeks red with embarrassment and arousal, yet not a word is said from any of the executives.

"Well—! That was a productive meeting, of course we have other things to discuss, but that will have to wait," Mori breaks the silence in the air with a cheerful tone, "Let's finish this next week, yes?"

The others in the room stiffly nod, mumbling, "Yes, sir."

Mori smiles, "Good." With you in his arms he walks out of the meeting room and to his own chambers. "Let's clean you up, hm? I'll even give you a reward for taking your punishment so well. Is that good enough to cheer you up?" He whispers, wiping stray tears from your cheeks.

Both satisfied and embarrassed, you nod agaisnt his shoulder. "Yes," you huff, taking on a bratty tone.

Mori chuckles, "Very well."

FINALLY FINISHED THIS OML, IT TOOK 4EVER. again, don't condone his actions, dis iz fiction.

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lilislegacy · 11 days

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I actually have my own little head cannons about percy and annabeth's own family, and I'm gonna share them for no reason other than being annoying <3

Percy and Annabeth have lived in unstable homes throughout their childhood; I truly believe that they got married in their early twenties after college

Annabeth hyphenated her last name! She becomes "Annabeth Chase-Jackson" because she loves the Jacksons and is a part of their family while also keeping her last name because she's THE Annabeth chase and it's iconic

I think that they always wanted kids together, but it was always a thought for the future, even when they got married and were busy with their careers

So yes, their first kid was a total surprise, but a very happy one

They were the first of the hoo group to have a kid

Their first kid's a boy (ik unpopular opinion), with blonde hair and green eyes.

I always imagined they'd named their kids something both unique and greek, with maybe a middle name after a lost hero? Giving the first name of a lost hero sounds painful, and also defeats the whole purpose of Sally naming Percy after the only greek hero with a happy ending. An example I like is Amycus Charlie Jackson. idk tho, something more normal makes sense too.

Amycus would probably be a stereotypical angel first child tbh

Because they had their first kid so early on, I think their second would be a couple years later, I think around 4.

They'd have a girl next, Daphne Zoe Jackson, with Percy's raven hair and Annabeth's gray eyes. She'd be a little more troublesome lol, but in a loving way!

I honestly think 2 kids are good enough but my heart says they'd have 3. He'd be a surprise baby, and on the younger end of the hoo group's kids (if not the youngest). I haven't thought of much characterization for him yet, but he'd get Sally's blue eyes for sure.

And they live a great life in New York, I'm sorry but they aren't moving to New Rome! Especially Percy, he's a New Yorker through and through

Annabeth works from home from time to time as an architect, mostly to spend more time with her kids, especially when they're babies.

Percy has a pretty chill job doing something in marine biology or marine vet, so he's there for the kids plenty too

Sally babysits the few times both of them are busy

Ya that's their perfect domestic life in my head hehehe >:)

thanks for the ask @littlesillyfilly!

i love all of these!!! super cute! i shall go through each one

1. same! some people think they don’t get married, but i hate the reasons why most people think that. as demigods, percy and annabeth didn’t grow up in a stable family setting. i think they would want that stability, and to do normal stereotypical couple things, because they crave as much normalcy as they can get.

2. another vote for the hyphenated name! that seems to be people’s favorite option

3. yes absolutely. they always have wanted kids. it’s not even a question in my mind

4. i agree, for some reason i’ve always had the hc that their first kid is either a total shock, or it takes a really really long time for them get pregnant. it’s one or the other 😂

5. completed agreed. honestly? i dont even know if many of their friends would have kids. i mean, frank and hazel, together or not, probably would i think, albeit much later than percy and annabeth. but i don’t know if i see anyone else having kids. i think its not super common amongst demigods, especially greek ones

6. absolutely 1000% agreed. i have always thought and said that their first is a boy with curly blonde hair and sea green eyes.

7. agreed! i like them doing a mix of things when it comes to names. and this is so funny because i always have liked the name charlie (after beckendorf) for one of their kids! it’s in my percabeth baby names list LOL. so i think i like their second son being named charlie, and then i have a girl name for their daughter that i love.

8. oh absolutely. first babies seem to always be so precious and sweet and easy. that’s how they get you. then the second one comes and all hell breaks loose

9. i agree that their second kid would come a few years later. they would need a hot minute to adjust. having kids as a demigod would be hard i think, but once they get the hang of it, they want more!

10. i absolutely agree that their next kid has percy’s black hair and annabeth’s grey eyes! personally, i always imagined it being another boy though. he is their charlie in my mind.

11. yeah, i think they would originally plan on 2 kids, but end up having three (if not 4🤭). and in my mind, number 3 is their girl! i’ve always imagined her with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes with a bit of green in them.

12. you are team percabeth living in new york? ok ok i like it. idk personally i feel like they would start out in new rome, for safety reasons. also having a community of demigod friends and family would probably be very comforting for them. but i definitely see them ending up in new york again! percy is absolutely a new yorker through and through!

13. aww annabeth being able to work sometimes at home would be cute. i can see that!

14. can i just say im so glad people are getting on board with percy becoming an aquatic/marine vet?? i’ve always been so alone in that thought, so seeing other people like it and agree with it makes me so happy!! he’d be sooo good at it! but yes, it’s a chill job so he can be around for the kids a lot.

15. sally and paul would love babysitting. 100%

i loved all of these so much and agree with nearly everything!! thank you for these!!

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