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6ix9inewiturmom · 7 days

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Long day- matt Sturniolo

Summary: You had a long day at work and matt gives you some lovin to help with your long day :)

Warnings: SMUT, P in V, parsing, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, use of Y/N, Dirty talking, Degradation, aftercare!

A/N: I LOVE SWEET MATT!! ITS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE!! ignore the song, i couldn’t find one so since he knows sm about bags

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Today has genuinely been the worst and longest day of my life. I’ve worked front desk at a salon for the last year and a half now, i had people coming in asking me about what to do for their hair type, karen’s complaining about their hair, just overall horrible, im just the front desk lady for right now i cant really tell these fucking people what to do, make a damn appointment. Matt and I have been together for 3 years, and have been dating to the public for a year and a half, when i graduated cosmetology school. thankfully after this cursed wednesday evening i was on my way to Matt and i’s house that we also share with his triplet brothers. i pull into the driveway and make my way to the door and unlocking it.

“Baby?” i yell walking up the steps.

“he’s been in his room playing video games streaming for like 4 hours” nick says shooting me a quick smile before looking back at his phone.

i knock softly on the door “jesus christ im streaming guys” matt slams his head set down on his table and opens the door “Wha- oh my god Y/N i’m so sorry i thought it was one of them” he says quickly changing his tone giving me a soft peck on the lips.

“it’s fine” i breath out giving him a smile walking into his room.

“tell the stream Hi, baby” he pulls my hand into frame making me force a smile onto my face.

“hi everyone” i awkwardly wave to his camera watching the chat go absolutely crazy when i entered.

“okay well i’m gonna end this cause the mother of my future kids just got here” he says making a smile appear on my face.

he ends the stream and turns around facing me almost analyzing me.

“why do you keep looking at me like that?” i roll my eyes and make my way to our shared closet pulling out a pair of his sweats and a T shirt of his.

he walks towards me leaning against the door frame “all of your clothes in that closet and you still choose to wear mine, but to answer your question you seem off” he says softening his tone.

“i’m fucking fine matt, damn, all on my ass for nothing” i groan out pushing him out of my way and falling on the bed scrolling on my phone.

“umm okay” he huffs sitting down next to me on the bed “so how was work?” he says breaking the silence of tiktok playing in the background.

i groan “it was long i guess” i place my phone on the bedside table and turn towards him.

“you guess?” he questions giving me a soft smile.

“find it was so dreadful, answering calls from people who can look up these answers on google, and oh my god i had this karen come in and” i laugh softly “and she literally accidentally tried this hair mask and fried half her hair and blamed it on me, knowing i’m just the front desk representative, then on top of all of that this lady yelled at me for eating carrots at the front desk” i say while he’s staring at me passionately listening to everything i have to say.

“did you say anything to that lady who yelled at you?” he asked while looking in my eyes as passionately as he can.

“my manager heard her yelling at me calling me ‘unprofessional and rude’ and ended up almost calling the cops on her for causing a disturbance” i smile back at him.

“well it sounds like to me you need a little distraction from your long day at work eh?” he smirks leaning into me as i playfully roll my eyes and lean into him crashing his lips onto mine smiling into his kiss.

he softly places his hand on my cheek pointing his tongue out a little begging to explore my mouth, i slightly open my mouth as his tongue dives into my mouth immediately taking dominance from my tongue and intertwining with mine. his hand travels from my cheek to my breast giving my bare breast a gentle squeeze causing a soft whimper to escape my lips. his hand travels down to my waist and toying with the waistband of my his sweatpants.

“can i?” matt pulls away and softly asks me.

i smile and playfully roll my eyes “yes matt you can”

he carefully crawls on top of me tapping my waist as a signal to lift my hips up. he pulls my pink lacy underwear and pants down together in one throwing them on the other side of the room.

“such a pretty pussy” he says softly running his slim fingers in between my wet folds collecting my arousal onto his fingers “and so wet” he smirks back up at me.

“matt” i drag his name out in a whine, “please don’t tease me” i stare desperately into his eyes through my eyelashes.

“Only because you asked so nicely my love” he smiles at me leaning down and starts placing mouth kisses directly into my clit flicking upwards with his tongue.

“Oh fuck Matt” I moan out placing my hand on top of his head and pulling at his hair causing him to grunt through my pussy sending vibrations through me.

“You like this hm?” he smiles and shoves his fingers into my hole curving them slightly upward and making me go absolutely insane.

“Yes!” I chant repeatedly.

My walls tighten around his fingers and my clit spasms between his teeth. “Someone’s close eh?” he smirks leaning his head upwards while moving his fingers in and out while reaching my sensitive clit with his thumb making figure 8 movements around my bud.

“S-so close Matt” I cry out arching my back off the bed and rolling my eyes back.

“Uh-huh? You close?” he taunts smiling at me and immediately thrusts his fingers into me touching my G-spot so easily.

“YES- FUCK MATT” My hips twitched upwards “FUCK I'M GONNA CUM” I scream out bucking my hips up.

“Come on baby, cum for me” his voice softens looking down at me coming unglued from just his fingers with amusement in his eyes.

With just his words, the knot in my stomach broke and cum dripped down from me and onto his fingers.

He lightly tapped my leg “I ain't done with you just yet, sweetheart” he said smirking at me.

“Matt I don't know if I can take another one..” I said out of breath still coming down from my very intense orgasm.

“You know your safe word, Y/N,” he says ripping his shirt off. “And you never have to be afraid of using it, I'll stop immediately you know this.” he pulls his sweatpants and boxers off in one freeing his hard cock and slapping his stomach.

he crawls over me placing my legs on either side of his hips and slowly agonizing using his tip to slide through my wet folds teasing me.

“Matt,” i whine “please fuck me”

“Patience sweet girl, patience” he smiles at me slapping his cock on my clit and making me jerk upwards and squeal.

He slowly puts his tip into me then removes it and slowly enters it again and removes it before roughly bottoming out into me gripping the headboard for support making his knuckles white.

“Oh Matt” i moan out.

He rolls his hips deeper into me smirking down at me “You like this hm? God, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, and taking it so fucking well” he groans out.

My legs wrap around his waist forcing his body to get deeper each time he pushes himself into me making my eyes roll back into my head causing me to see starts, My moans become hoarse from the strain on my voice.

“Aww has my gorgeous whore gone dumb? Can't talk? What happened to all that attitude you had earlier?” he grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger.

“Uh huh, uh huh” i bite my lower lip and nodding vigorously.

“Words or I stop” he thrusts his hips deeper into me and maintains his violent thrusts.

“YES MATT FUCK- RIGHT FUCKIN THERE” I finally answer him with a strain in my voice.

My response only made him thrust into me deeper and faster. My cervix spasms around his cock signaling how close i am making a long groan exit from his lips. “Hold it”

He rolls his hips and pounds his hips into mine “Matt” I drag out his name with a moan.

“Come on, you got it” he nods his head continuing to thrust and abuse my cervix.

“S-so f-fucking close” I whisper scream out.

“Cum” he buries his head into my neck moving his hips in a way that kisses my cervix making me release all over his cock creating a white ring around the base of his cock.

His thrusts become sloppier as he releases into me painting my once pink walls a nice white color and slowly pulling out watching a mixture of his cum and mine slowly fall from my hole.

He vaults to his bathroom quickly so no one catches a glimpse of him or me in our naked state to grabs a warm cloth and slowly runs it down my legs cleaning him and me up before lying next to me placing my head on his chest.

“I'm sorry for the attitude I had earlier, I just had a rough day and shouldn't have taken it out on you,” I say “Thank you for lighting my mood up” I smile facing the TV drawing small circles on his stomach.

“Hey don't worry about it, we all got bad days baby, I'm just glad you're good now, that's all that matters to me” he softly says running his fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp and falling fast asleep in Matts arms.

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A/N Pt 2: HEY LOVES!! Sorry I haven't been so active in trying to recover from being violently hungover for the last 2 days LMFAOO… I HOPE U GUYS ENJOY!! i promise ill be active more!!

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gyuvision · 3 months

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goodnight ricky

wc ; 1k - pairing ; ricky shen x fem reader

summary ; before your roommate left she promised she’d find you a replacement. 3 years later she never did, until now, leaving you as confused as ever while you looked at the 6ft male sitting in your room.

contains -> fluff/slight angst

you came back late, having class at a top (and painfully competitive) med school plus the late shift at the local coffee shop. you were tired especially during exams. all you wanted was to stay in your bed and read a book, or sleep for the rest of the night. however you pleased.

so naturally being that exhausted you were absolutely not expecting the man sitting in your desk, drawing towards the conclusion that you were hallucinating and that maybe sleep sounded like a better idea than a book.

“someone told me to wait for you here”

“what?”

“you know, your roommate?”

oh. right.

your roommate was your best friend. you were inseparable, shared the same dreams, got into the same college together.

but everything changed. she got a boyfriend, and suddenly your future wasn’t as intertwined as you originally planned it to be.

they broke up and she realized she wasn’t sure what she wanted. everything about her had changed and your schedule almost never lined up because of how many times she changed it for her ex.

so, she cut ties, peacefully. she explained she no longer wanted the same thing as you and left but promised to visit soon and that she’d find someone to take her place because she knew how much you hated being on your own.

guess that explained why the man (who you later knew as shen quanrui) was waiting for you, in the same spot she always waited for you to come home.

“its been.. 2 years since she left. how could you have found me when she couldn’t even shoot a text?”

“unbeknownst you, you mean a great deal to her more than you seem to think you do. i was her partner in art school before we had graduated, and she sent me here. she knows how you are, with your life plan laid out in front of you, for you. she knows you’d still live here even after almost 3 years. she knows you’d end up getting into med school after college. you’re not that unpredictable jung y/n.”

“so i’ve been prepared all my life, and what about it? i don’t march towards things without a plan. and how could you address me by my full name when i don’t even know yours?”

“shen quanrui.”

“shim what?” “shen. quan. rui. shen quanrui. its not that hard.”

“so you’re not korean?” “obviously not. i’m chinese.”

“can you say your name one more time?”

“my god. you can just call me ricky.”

“lovelicky.” “what?” “nothing.”

“i brought back food. it was supposed to be a snack for me but i guess you can have it now that i know i’ll be accommodating for two from this point on.”

“thanks. but uh- can we just go to sleep?” ricky asked, moving from your desk to sit on your twin bed.

“what? this is a two person flat. go sleep in her old room.”

“uh- i would, assuming she left behind her bed. but you kind of boarded up her room and i’m not looking to take it down at midnight on a thursday.”

“oh. i guess you’re right. i forgot about that. i just never assumed she’d actually send someone to me so i didn’t want to look at everything she left behind.”

ricky shrugged and laid down on one side of your bed, while he let you climb into the side touching the wall. since when was he wearing pajamas?..

“isnt this weird?” you muttered.

“not really.”

“i just met you.”

“your couch looks stiff as fuck and i’m not sleeping on the floor.”

right. you had a couch.. maybe med school is taking a toll on your memory. you feel like your frontal lobe is deteriorating.

ricky watched as you reached for a book, before he quickly grabbed your hand and set it back down on the shelf above the bed.

“no. sleep. you have school then the night shift at the cafe.”

“how did you-” “you leave your schedule framed on your fridge.” “right..”

“goodnight y/n.”

“okay. goodnight ricky.”

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jjkeverlast · 2 years

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roommates | jjk

-> pairing roommate!jk x female reader

-> genre roommates to lovers, roommates au

-> summary you’ve been roommates with jeon jungkook for quite some time now, not having a single thought of him other than a roommate. but things take an unexpected turn when you accidentally catch him in the act.

-> word count 5.8k

-> warnings voyeurism (it's an accident but still), fingering, oral (m. receiving), multiple orgasms, a lot of fucking teasing, switch!jk, switch!reader.

-> author's note if this fic seems familiar that is because i have decided to re-edit roommates to a version i am more pleased with. <3 hope you still enjoy it!

“And cut! See you guys on Monday! 12:00 am! Don’t be late.” your boss Stacey shouts through a megaphone. Stacey is your current director as you’re helping her work on a coming of age movie. You say your quick goodbyes to your colleagues and staff, before going to your trailer. Hair and makeup was not on the crazy side today, so you just quickly change your outfit, pack your bags and leave towards home.

Living in L.A for almost 3 years had its ups and downs, although in the end you never regretted your solution. It was hard at first – quitting your job as a sales associate back home, but after being true to yourself, you realized that this was not your dream but that your dream was being an actress. You have always had this dream. That dream was yours. Right when you watched the Mary Poppins Broadway Show at the age of 12. God, you had smiled your whole way through. You had pictured yourself on the stage, engulfed by the dimmed light, performing for thousands of people. That’s when you knew.

Min Yoongi – who started as a cyber friend but with time you guys grew closer and met often; had always been by your side. You had accidentally drunk dm'ed him on Instagram, thinking it was your good ol' fuck buddy back then. The conversation had taken a humoristic turn, when Yoongi decided to play along, a kermit sipping tea meme being sent from you the next day, and that's when your friendship blossomed. Yoongi was already living in L.A and was supportive of your rash ‘fuck it’ decision of moving to L.A. Yoongi had a colleague from work in need of a roommate, and that's when your plan stepped into action. You quit your job, packed your suitcase and hopped on the soonest flight to L.A.

The only thing Yoongi hadn't mentioned was that this colleague of his was a dude. He really waited up until the last minute to tell youㅡand there you were.. totally oblivious of what you were putting yourself into.

You weren’t upset about your roomie situation, no. You were more upset over the fact that it never crossed Yoongi's mind to tell you. - Causing Yoongi and you to end up bickering about ’you not being remotely excited to share an apartment with a male’, in which you remember saying to him, “who for all I know could be a secret serial killer.” outside of his friend’s apartment.

There were two problems unfolding after that conversation. The first one being your future roommate hearing everything as in; every single word. And the second one? well.. He was hot. So fucking hot.

You recall the first meeting being extremely awkward since he was making you nervous. - Reasons being; he was shirtless when he opened the door. Adding to that matter, playing with his lip ring. - Yes, the reason you know was because you were staring at his pink plump lips. Knowing how strong your attraction was towards a futuristic roommate was dangerous. You felt as if you had two choices; living on the street or with the one and only.. Jeon Jungkook.

If it weren’t for Yoongi reassuring you that nothing ‘bad’ would happen, you would've never thought of living with Jungkook for the next three years by now. But as time passed, the attraction slowly vanished and you didn’t feel as smitten as when you first laid your eyes on him. Because you guys were simply.. roommates!

Arriving at the apartment, you slump on the couch as the first thing. Working on set definitely kills your legs, you notice Jungkook isn’t home and think back to your morning conversation of him mentioning helping Namjoon at his bar ‘Dynamite’ tonight. Therefore, you make dinner for yourself and watch whatever is playing on TV at the moment. Somehow you end up falling asleep on the couch, or more likely the carpet under the couch. You’d been exhausted after working for a full day and it surely showed.

‘’Shh… we have to be really quiet. My roommate is right next door and I don’t want to wake her up.’’ That was false, you were sleeping beneath the couch, invisible to Jungkook’s eyes. The blonde which Jungkook brought home had hit on him until Namjoon had enough and just told him to ‘go for it.’ Jungkook took upon Namjoon’s angry encouragement and now they were here, sneaking in, trying their best not to make a noise to wake you. It was a success – Jungkook’s words not yours.

As Jungkook is about to open his bedroom door, the blonde whispers, ‘’I want you to fuck me on the kitchen counter like there’s no tomorrow.’’ Jungkook was a freak. Risky sex being one of his kinks, he could not deny the offer. Although it was very wrong, you were sleeping not even five meters away from them. ‘’Are you sure you can keep those screams shut?’’ Her knees weakened at his comment and slowly nodded, pulling him towards the kitchen counter.

The carpet which you were currently laying on starts to itch your right cheek. That somehow wakes you up and you take notice that you had been sleeping on the fucking carpet, not even the couch, no the fucking carpet. You’re about to move up when you hear a muffled moan. You stop in your tracks, scared to turn your head. But your curiosity was killing you, making you turn slowly, seeing Jungkook thrusting his hips in a slow pace, his tattooed hand covering the mouth of a pretty blonde.

You widen your eyes, turning towards the TV, screaming internally over this. You are fucked. You can’t get out of this Y/N. If you made the slightest noise, Jungkook would never be able to look at you again and that could end up with him kicking you out. You did not want that, so you cover your ears – trying to cancel all noise around you. This was to date, your worst nightmare. It was so far quiet, only muffled moans escaping what you had guessed was the girl. You begin to feel lightheaded over the whole situation, wondering if you’ll ever recover being in the same room as Jungkook is knees deep in a stranger.

‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ Your lips part from Jungkook’s dirty talk – you never pegged him as the type to dirty talk and you’re not mad about it. Wait, no, Y/N. You’re not supposed to think that, he’s your roommate. Your extremely hot roommate. This is bad, this is so fucking bad.

It was as if all your prayers were heard, because the blonde started begging to suck him off in the bedroom, which saved you from more misery. After waiting it out for a bit more, you finally got up from the carpet, returning to your room in a hurry.

The sleep you wished to seek was long gone and you were awake until dawn. Seeing it was time for work, you got ready, now standing by the coffee machine in desperate need of caffeine. As the machine creates magic, you space out, maybe it was the lack of sleep – that’s what you keep telling yourself. Jungkook arrives in sight, hugging you from behind and whispering good morning in your ear. His lips drag further down, peppering you with small kisses onto your collarbone earning a satisfied moan from you. He proceeds to place his hand to the hem of your panties, teasing you over the fabric. You buck your hips, signaling him that you're indeed enjoying this and he should keep going.

He gets the signal, moving his hand under your underwear, his cold fingers making direct contact onto your slit, your pussy already being as wet as it could be.

‘’Fuck you’re so wet.’’ He murmurs under his breath, before pushing a finger into your walls, clenching nicely around his finger. As he bites your earlobe, another finger slips in and your breath hitches from the stretch caused only by his fingers.

‘’You take me so nicely.’’ He compliments, his pace quickening causing you to lean your head back on his shoulder – due to all the pleasure.

Everything is interrupted when Jungkook steps out with the blonde trailing behind him. He takes notice of you right away, pouring milk in your mug. ‘’Morning.’’ He greets casually and you return it with an undertone of bitterness. You fixate your eyes on Jungkook’s hookup and give a sympathetic smile before you take a sip from your coffee. He walks her to the front door, her hair looking like a bird nest from behind. They must’ve gone at it for a while.

‘’Wow, that was maybe the best fuck I’ve had.’’ You hear her comment and a grin received from Jungkook. Was he really that good? Jungkook joins you in the kitchen before your thoughts can evolve.

“Seems like you had a lot of fun yesterday...” you start off with an innocent tone – putting on a facade, to not show that you heard or more likely saw.

A small grin appears onto his face, “You didn’t hear any of it did you?”

You choke with half a sip of coffee in your mouth, you hadn't expected that. Not wanting to get caught red handed over this awful and embarrassing experience you decide to shrug off the whole thing. Just act like nothing happened Y/N, it might help with your sudden daydreams of Jungkook fingering you in the middle of the kitchen.

“Oh– no no, I was sleeping like a rock yesterday.” You wave him off, trying your best to play cool.

“Okay.” he answers with a tone that makes you doubt. A part of you immediately starts regretting lying to him but it was for the best. Who in their right mind tells someone that they’ve not only heard them have sexual intercourse with someone but caught a glance at it. Lying is definitely the only way out of this.

‘’Shit–’’ You gasp as Jungkook quickens his pace, gripping the sheets above you with both arms. He earns another moan from you when his tongue swirls over your erected nipple. The cold from his lip ring makes you shiver. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, his forehead rubbing against your own. The both of you panting as your bodies move in rhythm. Jungkook’s eyes roam all over your body, squeezing one of your breasts and the familiar urge to come pokes at the pit of your stomach. ‘’You feel–’’ Jungkook interrupts you, shoving his warm tongue in your mouth as his hand holds your jaw. ‘’Mmm– you feel so fucking good.’’ Jungkook flashes his white pearly teeth from your compliment, ‘’yeah?’’ You moan in agreement and your orgasm reaches every part of your body –

‘’Piece of shit!’’ You yell out of shock. You make sure you were dreaming, turning around noticing you’re in your bedroom; alone. You lay back down, a sigh escaping your lips in disbelief over how hot that dream was. You had to get out, away from Jungkook and mostly your dirty thoughts haunting you about your roommate.

The following weeks you kept yourself busy, on set almost everyday and not seeing Jungkook as often. He took some late night shifts and you primarily in the morning. Your dirty thoughts were starting to calm the more you kept yourself busy. Jungkook on the other hand walked around feeling guilty – he noticed quickly how you kept yourself busy not wanting to be near him. Therefore he took extra shifts to help out Namjoon.

''I just feel like, I did something wrong?'' Jungkook admits to Namjoon, as they were polishing the glasses, behind the bar.

''What if she's genuinely busy?'' Namjoon tells Jungkook, mostly for him to not feel guilty because of all this. ''There is always gonna be some period of time, where the both of you are really busy. It happens Jeon.'' Namjoon was right, mostly.

You have been busy, but it was to the point where you kept yourself longer on set, not wanting to see Jungkook when you came home.

But this was your fault. You grew a huge sexual attraction to Jungkook, not wanting to ruin your friendship, you decided on keeping your mouth shut.

''Joon, she's usually off Friday, and instead of her being home she was with Yoongi all day.'' Jungkook expresses, not because he didn't believe Namjoon. Sure you were busy, but to the point where you suddenly started hanging more often at Yoongi's place without him? That didn't sit well with him.

''Okay, maybe you did something.'' Namjoon answers, earning a confused frown from Jungkook.

''Look, maybe just give her a call?'' Namjoon suggests. ''Jungkook, if she answers, nothing is wrong. If she declines? Then you for sure did something.'' Namjoon explains as Jungkook stays silent, not knowing how to fix this.

Not thinking any further, Jungkook decides to give you a call outside.

You’re currently sitting in Yoongi's apartment, munching on a bag of Doritos, while watching New Girl for the seventh time. It has always been your comfort series, when you felt either down or confused, and right now you're a good mix of both.

Yoongi, sat next to you working on a current record that was to be released in under a week. You wondered if you should tell Yoongi, maybe he could help you out of it. Or, maybe he would just laugh in your face and tell you to fix it yourself. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by your ringtone.

You grabbed the phone, seeing Jungkook's name. Shit.

Yoongi noticed your freezing state, just staring at your phone.

''Y/N, are you gonna answer that?'' Yoongi asks you out of curiosity. Your head snaps towards him, nodding your head before pushing the answer button, bringing it to your ear.

''Hello?'' you ask, making sure this wasn't a pocket dial.

''H-hey Y/N, I was just wondering...'' Jungkook starts off, small whispers appear in the background – Namjoon scolding Jungkook for a small second before Jungkook continues.

''I mean, no, we need to talk.'' He says flatly. Shit. Exactly what you didn't want to do.

Without thinking much, you act like you couldn't hear him blurting out nonsense about there being bad reception and just hanging up.

You throw your phone to the side, letting out a big sigh of frustration.

Yoongi clears his throat, earning your attention. ''Y/N, care to explain what just happened?'' You open your mouth, trying to come up with a lie, Yoongi interrupting you before you could continue. ''And don't lie.'' He warns sternly.

''Well, around 2 weeks ago, Jungkook had a girl over.'' Yoongi hums a yes, making you continue. ''I accidentally fell asleep on the couch and might’ve been a witness to seeing Jungkook knees deep in someone.'' Yoongi scrunches his nose, uncomfort drawn on his face but he motivates you to continue. ''After the incident, I started daydreaming about Jungkook and I... in a not so friendly matter.''

''Ah, so this is why you've been crashing at my place?'' You nod yes, receiving a light chuckle from Yoongi, you slap his shoulder not wanting him to laugh at your awful dilemma.

''Y/N, at one point you're gonna have to face Jungkook. You can't keep hiding at my place and you can't ignore him forever.'' Yoongi expresses, you adding a soft you're right.

“We’re gonna have to cancel tomorrow’s shooting. Stacey got sick over the weekend so we’re gonna have to postpone till next week. Sorry guys.” Jia, Stacey's assistant, announces to the crew and cast. Shit, now you are gonna have to stay home the whole day tomorrow. You are hoping deep down that Jungkook would be busy with a shift at Dynamite or even worse a random hookup.

The thought of him being with a random hookup, brought a bitter feeling to the pit of your tongue.

When you arrive home, Jungkook is nowhere to be seen, probably again at Dynamite helping out Namjoon. You sigh in relief, retrieving yourself in your room, getting ready to binge a few episodes of New Girl, before calling it a night.

You start shuffling in your sleep, not finding a good sleeping position. Giving up on your sleep, you decide to make yourself a warm cup of tea, thinking it might help your sudden lack of sleep.

As you rummage through the tea cabinet, you don't hear the front door close.

“What are you doing up?” you yelp in shock as Jungkook is standing by the counter, wearing his work attire. Fuck.

“God Jungkook! Don't do that. My heart almost fell out of my chest.'' you scold still in shock.

You realize you haven’t answered his question. ''I couldn't sleep, thought some tea might help.'' And with that your eyes were back to the tea cabinet, in desperate need of finding the strawberry tea flavor.

“Listen Y/N.” he starts.

“Oh no… you forgot to buy my strawberry tea. How could you!” you interrupt him as you have a feeling where the conversation might be heading.

“Can we not talk about that right now? I really need to tell you something. Just please listen.” he says sternly. You turn your head towards him, taking Yoongi's words to you.You can't ignore him forever. So you give in, nodding your head making him continue.

“Okay so I've noticed you’ve been distant for the past week and I don’t know if I’ve done something wrong or if you’re just busy... ”

You take a deep sigh before replying, “Look Jeon, I- I’m busy you know?'' Avoiding his gaze, you try to come up with another lie.

He nods his head showing that he understands that you were busy. His brows suddenly grow closer, as if he is wondering something.

“For a minute there I thought you might have been jealous or something.” he confesses, obtaining a shocked expression from you. How did he–

“Wha- why?” You ask, not being able to comprehend what is happening.

“I don't know... you just distanced yourself after the whole encounter with my hookup.” He admits, his eyes now looking straight at yours, waiting for a response from you.

Do not give in Y/N.

You scoff lightly before crossing your arms. “Jeon, you've got the wrong idea. I'm not jealous. You're being weird. You're being very weird.'' You exclaim, trying to hide your sudden nervousness peeking out of you a little. Shit, shit, shit.

He chuckles a bit, ''You’re literally repeating yourself Y/N. So no, I’m not being weird, if anyone is being weird right now it's you.’‘ he says jokingly. You don’t answer him. Simply ignoring his remark.

“Okay you know what? Fuck this.” Jungkook says, giving up on your little act. Knowing that no matter how much he tried, you wouldn’t give in, cause that’s not you right?

He turns his back to you, beginning to walk towards his room. Not thinking any further you suddenly blurt out, ''Okay fine! You really wanna know what’s been going on? Okay I’ll tell you.” you say in an angrily tone, not thinking of any of the consequences this confession might bring. For once you need to be honest with both yourself and him. He turns around, his eyes now looking at yours.

“What Y/N?”

“For fucks sake Jungkook! I heard it, every single thing.'' You confess, a sudden silence growing inside the kitchen, as Jungkook just keeps looking at you. You take this as a sign to continue, as you've already fucked the whole thing up.

“Ever since then my mind has been going places. Daydreaming you fucking my brains out. That's why I distanced myself. I couldn't look at you. Not after all this.'' You sigh, feeling a bit lighter. Jungkook is being silent, way too silent for your liking.

That's when immediate regret came upon you. “Fuck, I knew I should've just shut up, forget this ever happened–'' You couldn't finish your regretful comment as Jungkook made his way towards you, crashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes grew wide, being in absolute shock. Before the kiss could deepen, Jungkook retrieves. A tingling sensation was now growing onto your lips, already missing the feeling of his lips.

“Fuck– Y/N. I’m so sorry. I don't know what came over me.” he excuses, adding a small grin to lighten the whole situation and to make it less awkward about what had just happened.

You don’t say anything – still being in absolute shock over the fact that Jungkook willingly kissed you.

Jungkook clears his throat before adding, “well... Goodnight.” He turns walking slowly back to his bedroom, not looking back at you. His door was now shut.

What the actual fuck.

You stand still for a few moments, your mind in a desperate need of progressing what the fuck just happened. Without thinking any further your legs start walking towards Jeon's room. You lift your hand, about to knock but before you could, the door suddenly opens. Jungkook in front of you again.

“Y/N I–“

You don’t let him finish, returning your lips back on his in a desperate need to feel them again. Jungkook tenses under your touch, but it’s quickly exchanged as he wraps his arm around your form, hugging you tighter towards him. As your lips move in sync, you feel his broad chest against your own, his tattooed arm holding you tight. It’s weird how your body grows hot over Jungkook’s touch. You’ve known each other for so long, the thought of sex surpassed the both of you very fast – mostly him not you.

‘’Mmm– are you sure?’’ Jungkook looks at you in the dimly lit room, his brown eyes fixated on your answer. You know you want this. Your body and mind craves the touch of Jungkook.

‘’I do.’’ You bring your fingers, tugging his slightly parted hair and he toys once with his lip ring, his tongue making an exit and gently rolling over the metal until he nods pulling you back in. Now his tongue runs over yours, delicately all while his arms are still holding firmly onto you.

A part of you can’t help but grow impatient. You’ve lived with Jungkook for about four years and in all honesty? A big part of you has wanted this for a very long time. It takes you back to when he accidentally popped in your head while your vibrator was in between your legs, your body in a desperate need for a release. You were so fucking needy tonight and you didn’t care.

‘’Touch me Jungkook. Please.’’ You mumble against his lips, your hips grinding more against him to feel him as close as you possibly can. You expect for Jungkook to do just that, instead he starts shaking under your neediness. You grow concerned, retrieving slowly to get a good look at him.

‘’Did I say something wrong?’’ Jungkook bites his lip, shaking his head to indicate a no. He pulls you closer again, his lips brushing against yours, ‘’You have no fucking clue how many times I’ve imagined you begging for my touch.’’ He whispers, grabbing a hold of your hair making you gasp. ‘’So I’m going to give you just that.’’ His arm unleashes from your form instead grabbing a hold of your exposed shoulders in your loose t-shirt. His hands feel cold against your burning hot skin, causing your nipples to erect.

Jungkook takes notice of how perky your breasts now are, his hand trailing further down giving one of them a firm squeeze. You feel like you’re dreaming, Jungkook’s words are slurring in the back of your brain. He’s thought of you as you have of him. You grab a hold of his black t-shirt, tugging at it as his fingers trace over your nipples, pinching it in between his fingers and your hold only tightens as you pant against his mouth. ‘’Is this enough?’’ He asks soothingly and you almost lose all your patience, wanting for him to throw you on the bed and take you as if this is the only night he’ll be able to touch you.

‘’No.’’

‘’Then tell me where you want me to touch you.’’ You lock your eyes with his, grabbing hold of his wrist belonging to his hand attached to your breast. You drag it longer down and under your t-shirt. He doesn’t move his fingers once they touch your heat, already being soaked enough for him to just slide in with ease.

‘’Here–’’ You hold his thumb, pressing it onto your clit. Jungkook’s mouth parts as you continue using his fingers on yourself. The sight of you being so desperate for him, and mostly his fingers almost makes him finish right in his pants. The way your lips are perfectly parted, your brows furrowed as his fingers slide in with ease inside of you. You grind yourself on his fingers, still frozen, not daring to move and Jungkook gulps trying his best to remain as he’s loving every bit of you using his fingers to make yourself come right in front of his eyes.

‘’Right here.’’ You sigh, closing your eyes as the pleasure increases within you. Jungkook loses it, curling his fingers inside of you making you snap under his move. You smile in victory knowing you made him lose all patience with you toying around.

It isn’t until Jungkook picks up a pace that your smile turns to an ‘o’, an awaited moan finally escaping your lips. Jungkook’s cock was begging to be touched, becoming so hard he felt as if he’d turn dizzy. Your moans were soothing under his skin, reminding him of the wave of pleasure he’s giving you.

‘’Mmm~’’ You’re still tugging at his t-shirt, focusing just on the pleasure and reaching your orgasm. Jungkook doesn’t stop, his thumb circling around your clit all while two fingers are shoved deep inside of your walls, hitting your g-spot nicely. You’re surprised over how good Jungkook is at fingering you. He’s so dedicated to making you finish all over his fingers and the thought is definitely pushing you closer to your orgasm appearing in the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook pulls you closer, faces mere inches apart. ‘’I want you to look at me.’’ You do as he says, maintaining eye contact. The room fills up with the sounds from Jungkook’s fingers re-entering you. As your high reaches, you let out a strained moan, eyes still locked to Jungkook’s which have turned darker than earlier. His lip ring is dangling free, his lip going once or twice back to playing with it. You get more aroused by the minute, Jungkook’s fingers have stopped moving inside of you.

‘’Fuck, you look so hot when you finish all over my fingers.’’ The praise sends a warm fuzzy feeling, heating your cheeks more than before. You’re anticipated for what’s next, although you really wanna fill your mouth up with his cock.

Seeing Jungkook is staying silent, not knowing what’s next you surprise him by taking his fingers out of you. He doesn’t hesitate to lick off your glistening arousal that coated his fingers.

‘’I’ve been dying to do this.’’ You drop down to your knees, roaming your hands on his thighs, squeezing his skin under your palms. Jungkook hisses from the contact, his eyes never leaving yours and patiently awaiting for your next move.

You remove his gray sweatpants, keeping the boxers on for the upcoming teasing you will accomplish. You palm him through the fabric, moving your head towards it, peppering it with small kisses.

‘’This is so fucking mean– ah!’’ You cup him, grabbing his erection firmly. At least he’ll stop complaining for now. Your hands are done exploring, Jungkook’s cheeks have turned pink from the impatience of wanting you to suck him off. You know he wants it, despite the fact that you’re taking your time – not knowing if this is a one time thing or not. You want to enjoy him fully.

It’s as if all Jungkook’s prayers are answered when you finally pull his boxers down, tongue flicking over his tip, glistening with pre-cum. ‘’Shit.’’ He murmurs, head throwing back in disbelief over how your tongue is running on his tip at this very moment.

You open wider, welcoming him a bit more in, hand pumping for what you don’t cover with your mouth just yet. It takes almost a split five seconds of sucking his tip off and Jungkook lets out a moan for you to hear. He sounds almost desperate, the moan being mildly hoarse.

Your cheeks hollow as you take him further in your mouth, tongue flatly running along his veins. He’s a lot to handle, but your mouth does the job.

‘’Don’t stop.’’ He lowly mutters, his hand holding your cheek, rubbing smoothly in patterns. You obey, continuing in a pace that has Jungkook grunting and breathing heavily only caused by your mouth. You feel overly confident knowing you have a certain effect on Jungkook. You moan against his dick, the thought overflowing you and Jungkook bucks his hips towards you in a thrust. He continues to fuck your mouth, his cock now coated in your spit.

‘’I think now’s the time that I finally fuck you.’’ Jungkook expresses.

You remove your mouth, some spit landing on your chin; your hand still holding onto the base of his cock. ‘’Oh yeah? Who said you’d be the one to dom?’’ Jungkook is in shock over your words, shivering at the thought of you completely taking control over his body. Jungkook’s silence is enough for you to know he’s toying with the idea of you taking over.

‘’Okay. Take control of me.’’ He throws his shirt over his head, exposing his abs and fully tattooed sleeve to you, laying down comfortably, inviting you in between his legs. You follow his movements, taking off your shirt and dropping your panties to the ground. Now moving towards him, wanting to ride him out like there’s no tomorrow.

Your hips now straddling him, grinding against his cock and coating him in your arousal from earlier. Jungkook’s hesitant to touch you, his hand moving and holding tight in a pillow instead.

Your fingers examine his face – mostly his lip because of his piercing – you’re in doubt if you can play with it, so you let your fingers rest on his cheek. It’s as if Jungkook knew your doubt, guiding your finger and letting it rest on the metal of the ring. You bite your lip, gently moving the piercing back and forth.

‘’Do you have any idea how turned on I get by this?’’ Jungkook interrupts your session of toying with his lip ring. You freeze, mouth agape all while shaking your head no.

Jungkook presses you down, your folds making direct contact to his cock and it’s so fucking hard. He wasn’t lying.

‘’Please, just fucking ride me already.’’ He sucks in a breath noticing how needy that actually sounded from his part. He loved how you took your time with him but he wasn’t going to last very long if he didn’t experience the feeling of how you convulse around his cock while he’s inside of you.

‘’Because you asked so nicely.’’ You prop yourself, taking a hold of the base of his cock and guiding it to your entrance. The tip barely reaches all the way in and Jungkook’s eyes are closed, panting lowly. The sight is definitely something you could get used to, seeing him getting all worked up for your touch and now mostly your cunt wrapped around him.

You drop further down, Jungkook’s dick now fully nestled inside of you. You whimper out of sensation of how well he’s stretching you out. You start bucking your hips, a hiss leaving your mouth as you ride him tenderly.

Jungkook’s eyes are still screwed shut, his eyebrows grown close and his mouth slightly parted, showcasing just how pleased he is by you. You rake your fingernails in his chest as you pick up your pace, sensing the familiar knot re-appearing.

‘’Fucking hell,’’ Jungkook curses, his eyes now roaming your body and how smoothly you move above him. He takes his chances, grabbing your ass tightly making you jerk your hips out of the sudden control Jungkook is having again.

You like that he’s testing out how much he’s allowed to do. Almost as if he’s being careful with you as you’re a delicate flower petal.

You’re determined to make yourself and him finish in the short amount of time and seeing Jungkook’s fucked out face, you’re close to reaching your goal.

‘’You feel so good–’’ You praise, receiving a small smile from Jungkook. Your hips are close to giving up, riding as if you have the whole time in the world.

‘’Come on, you’re so close.’’ Jungkook encourages you, moving his grip on you along with your movements.

Your legs begin to lightly shake, dissolving into pleasure and finally reaching your second high. Jungkook grunts, feeling your arousal on his cock as you keep riding it. It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to lose himself completely, coming undone inside of you and filling you up with every drop he has to give.

''Holy shit.'' You say a bit out of breath, trying to regain a bit of consciousness.

''I can't believe we just fucked.'' ''Makes two of us.''

He turns his head towards you, looking into your eyes, causing small butterflies to appear in the pit of your stomach.

You smile. ''What?'' you ask, still giggling a bit.

''I- did you know you look really pretty after getting fucked?'' He asks, running his fingers along your arm.

Shit, that was hot.

''Stop it Jeon.'' You respond by giving him a small smack on his chest once again.

''What? I'm serious.'' There they were, once again the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, not wanting to disappear.

''So, what now?''

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doubleddenden · 2 years

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A quick look at the timeline since we last checked in

Sonic Frontiers has a song by ONE OK GO and one version says "Fuck the pain away"

Disney proves it truly listens to what fans do not want by making live action Pinocchio, Little Mermaid, and Mufasa, which is a prequel to the much behated live action Lion King

HBO Max nuked a bunch of its animated shows for tax write offs

Uncle Grandpa almost survived with one episode called "Fleas Help Us" before being deleted

Summer Camp Island literally had a whole season ready

WB canned a completed Batgirl movie after spending $98 million. For tax write offs.

FBI raided Trump's Florida home and found hundreds of stolen top secret files, and one includes nuclear defense details on a foreign nation. Yeah he's in very hot shit

Biden administration opens the path for forgiveness for $10k-$20k of student loans, MS decides to tax anyone that gets it

When the Republicans got offended the White House Official Twitter Account revealed the MILLIONS of PPP loans the nay sayers had forgiven individually

NASA Is trying to GET US BACK ON THE MOON BABEY WOOOOOOOOO but unfortunately they had to scrub 2 launches because of engine troubles and a leak

But it's cool! It's cool! They gotta get it right because the end goal is to try and establish a MOTHERFUCKING MOON BASE!!! SOMEBODY HIGH FIVE ME

A machine on Mars the size of a lunch box made about as much oxygen as a small tree, prompting some to think we could have oxygen mines for future manned Marsian missions

Leonardo DiCaprio breaks up with another woman who just turned 25

JK Rowling wrote a book about totally not her being harassed by the very people she demonizes every day as a racist antisemitic ableist TERF and embarrassed herself in front of God and the internet again

After years of failing to sell on the market, Sony makes the decision to INCREASE the price of the PS5 despite only 5 people other than Crypto Dorks having them

Nintendo follows up by revealing they have no plans to change prices, which we all been knew because they still sell years old ports for $60

Gendy Tartokovsky's Primal aired a Dinosaur literally laying eggs up close and personal from its cloaca (side note do dinosaurs have those?)

Gendy is also apparently at the helm of a second PPG reboot in the works

She-Hulk Twerked

Looney Tunes officially ships Bugs X Daffy

3 Avatar Movies in the works. No not the blue people- well yes those too but I meant the one about the bald kid, the second one about Zuko, and the third about Korra

Blue people avatar has a movie coming in December

Reigen Arataka from Mob Psycho 100 wins Twitter poll for Twink Supreme

Reigen does absolutely nothing and wins Ultimate DILF

In an ultimate final clash, Reigen just barely loses to Sans Undertale for Tumblr Sexyman

Tobyfox wrote fanfic about it and posted it to Twitter

On the same exact fucking day Sans defeats Reigen, the Queen of England DIED. Tv stations in mourning across the globe. Meanwhile Irish people and other people directly negatively impacted by colonization by the crown cheered and partied and tumblr and twitter released the crabs 🦀

This is as of September 10th, 2022, not told in any particular chronological order

This has been the look at the timeline, and no, the year is not over yet

See yall in December

#the timeline #sonic frontiers #queen elizabeth ii #sanssweep #reigensweep #nasa #artemis 1 #hbo max #crab #im not the official news. look it up if you have doubts

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enchxanting · 1 year

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our love is god [ethan landry]

read part 2 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: nothing yet but this fic is heathers-inspired, so be warned for the future.

author's note: hi guys, long time lurker first time poster. this is my first time WRITING fic so feel free to leave any critique. also i don't know if i did the cut right lol i have a lot planned and hope you like!

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Dear Diary,

I should’ve never let Mindy convince me to start this operation.

Sure, it’s nice to have a steady cash flow, but nothing is more aggravating than everyone and their mother asking for doctor’s notes, report cards, prescriptions, and absence notes when I’m just trying to make it to fourth-period math. When I was ten, I expected to use my Nancy-Drew-inspired skills to unearth hidden staircases or find whistling statues, not help someone’s checked-out mom get a Xanax.

Yet I forged three (3) permission slips today. Why? Because, next to mysteries, I love the sweet smell of cash in the morning. Yesterday, I added $150 to the rainy day fund. Hopefully, when the weather’s right, I'll be inspired to buy a car and ditch Woodsboro. This town is fucked, alright. Just ask Chad, Mindy, Sam, or–

“Tara! Jesus Christ!” I rub my leg where her sneaker connected. “What’s your damage?”

“Are you done, Shakespeare? You said you’d get lunch with me like, fifteen minutes ago.”

Tara isn’t so great with patience. But, again, I am not so great at keeping track of time. “Yeah, whatever,” I say. “Let’s go see what they’ve cooked up for us today.”

I follow her through the winding path of tables, chairs, and teenage bodies. As we go, I collect bills from outstretched hands and replace them with papers of varying sizes. Tara turns to smirk at me. “What was the event this time?”

“Oh, you know. It’s report card season, and this school is not known for its stellar GPAs.”

“We just have you to thank for keeping it floating below a 3.0,” she teases. “Tell me, Y/N. Does all that extra brainpower of yours get used up matching the way people dot their i’s and cross their t’s?”

I roll my eyes at her. “Sure, Tara. Let’s just get some lunch. I’m seriously starving.”

We grab trays and join the line, aimlessly chattering about the day. Tara’s been my friend since the beginning of the year when I was the only new kid in a town struck by tragedy. We were the only new buyers in Woodsboro over the summer. The rest are still empty, the memory of last year’s Ghostface attacks having driven out long-time residents.

What’s surprising, though, is that the so-called “Woodsboro Four” are still here. Sure, Sam, Tara, Mindy, and Chad mostly stick together, but despite the terrible tragedy that they witnessed, they let me and Annika, Mindy’s current girlfriend, into their lives. I could never measure up to that. I’m just glad they want to be my friend.

I’m taken out of my musings on friendship when I feel someone’s eyes on my back. Without turning around, I recite my usual speech. “$5 for report cards, $10 for prescriptions and absence notes, and an extra $5 for rush fees.”

“Woah, um, tempting, but I’m not looking for any forgery.”

Confused, I turn around to put a face to an unfamiliar voice. The guy’s tall, almost as tall as Chad, with curly brown hair and brown eyes that widen when I meet them. “Sorry, I was just going to get my lunch, but you dropped some cash back here.”

For some reason, my voice is not working. All I can do is look up at him, suddenly captivated by how shy he seems to be. When I pause for a few moments too long, Tara reaches around and takes the money from his hand. “Uh, thanks. I’m sure my friend here appreciates it. Usually she’s more talkative.”

“Oh, god, yeah, sorry,” I finally get out, stumbling over my words. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Suddenly, I think he remembers to be bashful and walks away without another word.

When he’s gone, Tara laughs. “God, Y/N, drool much? I’ve never seen you like that before.”

I flush red. “Whatever, Tara, you’re the worst.” I give her a playful shove and walk off to buy my lunch. I hand the money to the cashier, but all I can think about are those big, brown eyes, and I know I’m fucked.

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you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) Part 4

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. When you meet John Wick at Helen's graveside, he invites you to dinner to celebrate her birthday. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Future reference to threat of noncon, (not John! because he's our assassin sweetiepie). Mourning. Smut. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here... PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

PART 4.

When the night of your art show comes, you do not expect to see John Wick in the crowd. You had not heard from him since that night when he gave you the orgasm of your life, then disappeared from your apartment like he’d only ever been a dark dream.

Though your panties had disappeared too, and you strongly suspect he’d taken them with him.

The gallery is packed this night. It’s a group show, and you’re hardly the main act, but it’s a huge stepping stone for you as an artist. Gallery X is nothing to turn one’s nose up at, and you dare to hope that maybe, just maybe, things might get going from here. The art world is just as much politics as it is producing work, and you were never good at that part of it all.

Helen was, bless. She presented strong work, but she also knew how to read a room, and whose hand to shake, and how to tell someone to go to Hell with a polite smile. You know that her final gift to you was the cachet of her name in a collaboration, and maybe, just maybe, if you play your cards just fucking right, this could be your break.

You recognize the faces of people with big names in the art world here tonight. Critics, museum curators, journalists, and collectors. They’ve all come out to play, and your heart has not slowed its frantic pace in your chest for the past hour since opening.

You snag a glass of champagne from a passing tray, even though you hate the stuff, and that is when you see him through the crowd. He’s across the room, tall and forbidding in a dark suit, his long hair framing his angular face. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze upon you, through the crush of all these people. For a moment, time stands still, as your eyes meet his.

You have thought of him a thousand times since the night he left you sated yet ravenous in your bed. A hot flush blooms across your skin, a spear of desire shooting straight to your loins as you remember what he did to you with that perfect mouth, and those big hands, and those soulful eyes. God, but you would have given him anything, after one look from those yearning dark eyes.

He is dressed well, but he doesn’t exactly look well. There is an edge to his stare; an intensity.

A hunger.

An agonizing thrill runs down your spine; for a moment you have to look away. It’s just too much.

By the time you turn back, he is gone.

You continue to mingle, chatting with your friends and acquaintances, sipping some of the bubbly to try to calm your nerves. It doesn’t work; you feel as though you have a live wire under your skin, a thousand volts of raw emotion running rampant through your veins.

It would have been easier, had it only been lust, or even just pity. But there was something more to it, something substantial and heady and warm, and that made it a much harder beast to slay.

You slowly make your way around to look at the other pieces. It’s the polite thing to do, and interesting too. The theme of the show is Loss. Perfectly broad, and the subjects of the works vary wildly.

In front of a massive encaustic abstract a low voice in your ear stops you in your tracks. “I feel like I owe you an apology.”

You turn your head slightly to find John standing ever so near, so close you can feel the warmth of the solid line of his body behind you. The room is packed and it’s almost necessary to stand this close just to be heard, but still, you get a dark thrill out of it.

“Oh?”

“I feel like I took advantage of you, last we met. I am sorry.”

You turn to face him, standing close enough to kiss. Thanks to the heels you’re wearing, you don’t have to crane your neck too far to look him in the eye.

“Actually, I was kind of thinking I took advantage of you.”

This clearly surprises him, his eyebrows rising. Ah, this dear, sweet, man. You didn’t take him for being naïve, but he is a little older, and the claws of traditional gender roles cling hard and deep.

“Helen wanted me to look after you, and I—”

“Gave me the most incredible pleasure of my life? Yeah, it was pretty terrible. You’re a selfish beast.”

He blinks at you, clearly stunned. Then his eyes narrow, the hunger from before sharpening to a cutting edge, and a scintillating thrill runs down your spine. You cannot shake the feeling that you’ve just pulled the tail of a tiger; a predator both magnificent and deadly. Mostly it’s excitement; but just the slightest hint might be fear. There is something brimming below the surface of this man that you know you don’t entirely understand. You aren’t sure yet if it is passion, or violence—or maybe a combination of the two. You wonder if Helen ever got to see behind the mask.

Somehow, you are certain she did, and she had not run from him. Perhaps that is what makes you brave tonight.

“You don’t mince words, do you?”

“Helen was the tactful one.”

“I actually found her refreshingly direct.”

“But I'm just abrasive. I've been told, believe me. It's because I don't apologize before I tell men what I really think.”

“I don't want your apologies.”

“Either way... I'm a big girl, John. You don't have to be the responsible adult between us.”

The corner of his mouth ticks at that.

“I feel like I should at least try.”

You shrug, unable to stop yourself from fingering his tie, fighting the urge to wrap your fist in it and pull him to you again. You’ve missed him, and standing this close, what you really want to do is climb him like a tree, and the crowd be damned. “Suit yourself.” You force yourself to stop touching him, although he didn’t seem to mind, or intend to stop you. You sigh deeply, warring with yourself as ever.

This is all so very fucked.

Maybe the truth is the best way to go.

“I like you, John. Maybe I’m just lying to myself, thinking Helen wouldn’t be pissed, but…maybe she’d be happy we’ve found each other.”

You dare to look him in the eyes, and once again, he looks as though he is drowning.

Fuck. You have to go.

You force yourself to step away from him, because your skin feels like its on fire. “We’re all going to Bar Rosé later to celebrate. You’re welcome to come, if you want.”

You retreat to greet a friend who’d come all the way to Manhattan from upstate to support you, and you can feel John’s eyes boring into you as you walk away.

For the rest of the opening you follow him out the corner of your eye. As though he's a magnet, you simply cannot help it. You are achingly aware of his presence, even if it's from across the room.

He pauses before your piece of Helen for a very long time, letting the crowd mill around him like a rock in a stream. It’s heartbreaking, really, the way he stands there before her, transfixed. A part of you wants to go take his hand, support him in what you know is yet another painful moment for him. But in the end, you decide to let him process it alone. A little later, you notice him talking to the gallery owner. Chummily, almost like they know each other. Of course, Carol Banning had known Helen, so perhaps you shouldn’t be so surprised.

When the evening is winding down John Wick is nowhere to be found. You're a little disappointed, and a little bit relieved. You're not sure what you think you're playing at, but deep down, you know it's so fucking twisted.

You meet with your comrades from the show, some artists you knew before, and some new acquaintances too. You hail a van cab to go a few blocks to Rosé. Tonight was a success. Someone bought your painting for a massive amount of money. More than you’d ever dreamed you could charge for a piece of your soul put down on canvas with paint. Carol had assured you it was appropriate, and you guessed she knew her clientele. A part of you was distressed to part with the piece you’d created with blood and tears and Helen’s art, and a part of you was relieved to let it go. You completed the cycle. You were sending Helen out into the world, where she would be remembered, and celebrated, for the remarkable woman she was.

It should have felt like victory, but in truth it was bittersweet.

You are 98 percent sure you don't let it show. Your friends are giddy with the success of the exhibition, and the last thing you want is to bring them down. You are too, truth be told. You were interviewed by not one, but two journalists this evening. One who even worked for the Times. Maybe it’s just curiosity about Helen Morgan-Wick’s baby sister, but…Helen would have told you to stop overthinking and enjoy it.

So perhaps, you will.

True to its name, the neon lights that accent the room at Rosé are pink. The glassware is too. You’re sure it’s a play on seeing the world through rose tinted glasses…but the drinks are strong, and the ambiance is fun. After a round your friends want to dance. You agree, and the four of you have a great time until you pick up a bogey. A man keeps trying to dance up on you, not getting the hint when you sidle away, not engaging with him whatsoever. Finally, you get tired of dodging him, and decide to get another drink. He follows you, leaning on the bar while you wait for the bartender’s attention. “I'm Sasha,” he says in thickly accented English, looking you up and down. He’s not bad looking at all, but there is something in the way he looks at you that makes you uneasy.

“Hi,” you answer, not keen to give him your name.

“You come here often?”

“Not really.”

“What are you celebrating tonight?”

“Who said we're celebrating?”

Had this pushy creep overheard you? Had he followed you from the gallery?

Another voice cuts in from behind you, a string of Russian that almost sounds like a command.

Your unwelcome suitor frowns, answering in the same language.

You turn your head to find John standing close behind you. You hadn’t noticed him come in; it’s as though he materialized from the shadows. When he puts a hand on your waist you do not flinch, hoping the other guy will get the picture. He frowns, looking between you. He says something quick over your head, and the only word you catch is blyad.

You’re pretty sure it means fuck.

There is a heavy moment rife with tension between the two men with you stuck in the middle, before the Russian makes a hissing sound between his teeth and goes. He doesn’t just go to the other side of the bar, however. He leaves the premises, slinking out the door, and you turn to look at your savior.

“Wow. What did you say to him?”

He shrugs. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Did you know him?”

“Hmm. Sort of. From work.”

You tilt your head, staring up at him. He hasn’t removed his large hand from your hip, and even though its possessive and maybe it should bother you, you revel in his touch. You’re not usually one to get off on men fighting over you, but it’s hard not to feel a little glow of primal satisfaction at the exchange. It makes you feel bold, and maybe you run your mouth a little. “Yeah? So did Helen know?”

“Know what?”

“That you’re an ex mafioso?”

You’re 99 percent sure you’re making a joke, but from the sharp way he looks at you, a trill of warning rolls down your spine. He leans down to speak in your ear, “You have quite the imagination, young lady.”

That warmth in your chest descends to pool between your thighs.

The bartender saves you from digging this hole even deeper.

“What can I get you, Mr. Wick?”

“Blanton’s on the rocks,” John answers, then looks to you.

“Vodka martini, please,” you answer.

“We have Smirnoff, Absolut, Grey Goose, Stoli…”

Before you can answer that Smirnoff is fine John answers, “Stoli.”

You raise an eyebrow at him as the bartender goes to pour your drinks. “Thanks.”

“Life is too short to drink bad vodka.”

You huff a laugh at that. “So, do you know every bartender in New York, or…”

“Probably just in Manhattan,” he jokes with a ghost of a smile.

You turn so that you are facing him completely. You have to stand close to hear each other, you reason. It has nothing to do with the fact that this man draws you like you are an asteroid caught in his gravity. If you collide…you have no doubt you’ll burn to pieces.

“Congratulations, on tonight,” he says, and you believe he means it. “Helen would be proud.”

“Thanks. Feels surreal, to be honest.”

“That’s fair.”

You find yourself looking at his tie again, fighting the urge to use it to tug him closer. My, but you are becoming a needy creature in this man’s presence. You have to remind yourself that you do not, in fact, know him that well. Even if it feels like…he could have always been yours. “It’s nice to see you again,” you dare venture, looking up from beneath your lashes.

“Likewise.” He touches you lightly, just below your chin. Your eyes meet, and you feel pinned by those dark orbs, somehow certain he can see right through you,

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…are you okay?” Like on Helen’s birthday, you imagine tonight must have dredged up plenty of emotions that just maybe this poor man would like to bury once and for all.

“I guess I deserve that, after how I behaved.” He is, undoubtedly, referring to the way he fled your apartment a month ago.

“I’m not mad, I just…genuinely want to know.”

He bites his lip as he’s thinking, and its all you can do just to watch him, wishing it was you with his lip between your teeth instead. Finally he answers, “I am as okay as it is possible for me to be.”

It is the most non-answer you’ve ever heard.

Sensing your dissatisfaction with this pointed evasion, he digs a little deeper, leaning in so that his words are only for you. “I didn’t exactly lead a happy life, before Helen. After she passed…I was certain I would never want anyone ever again. You kind of threw a wrench into that.”

“Sorry.”

He gives a little huff of self-deprecating laughter. “Don’t be. I…I like you, y/n. Please, forgive me, for…everything.”

You don’t believe he’s telling you all this to win sympathy, or using it as a line, like so many men would. It’s just facts, and you are moved to the bottom of your soul. Somehow you know that this is not something this man would casually admit to just anyone. “John…” With your heart in your throat you find yourself reaching for him, touching his fingertips with yours on the bar. “It’s ok. You don’t owe me an apology. You don’t owe me anything.”

He tilts his head to look at you, his dark hair swinging into his face. You feel bold enough to reach out, brushing it behind his ear. His eyes close at your touch for the barest moment. It’s so easy to forget that you are in a crowded public venue, with him near. “I owe you my gratitude, at the very least.”

You shake your head, prepared to deny it, but then your drinks arrive, and the moment is somewhat shattered. “Want to sit with us?” you ask, indicating your merry band of artist misfits with your chin. He nods, following you, though his hand has found that place at the small of your back again that warms your blood to an agonizingly slow simmer. Carol has joined you, and you wonder if John will feel awkward, fraternizing here in unspecific but obviously friendly capacity with his sister in law.

Yikes. You do not like it, when you think of it that way.

However, Carol Banning is a veteran of the New York art scene, and she has seen much worse scandals than this. She doesn’t even bat an eyelash, greeting him warmly from behind her large black-rimmed glasses. They chat more about the show, and the state of the art world. Carol mourns that no photographers currently working quite have an eye like Helen did. Then she points a crimson painted claw your way, surprising you. “But this young lady. She’s going to do some interesting things, I have a feeling.”

John salutes you with his dwindling glass of amber liquid, a smirk on his lips you don’t entirely know how to read. “I have no doubts.”

After you finish your drink you find you are ready to go. It’s been a long day, and a big night. Tonight, you fulfilled Helen’s dying wish for you, and somehow you feel simultaneously accomplished and sore to the bone.

“Can I drive you home?” asks John quietly in your ear. It sends a bolt of heat straight to your center, warmth pooling in your loins as you remember what happened last time he made such an offer. You look at him, wondering if he wants an encore, or if he just wants to see you home safe. His face in that moment is so handsome it hurts, but utterly unreadable to you.

“Sure,” you answer, sensing that somehow you’ve just signed your fate over to him with your name on the dotted line.

You hit the street, the cool night air a relief after the close press of the bar. John offers you his left arm, and you take it gladly, leaning on his shoulder a little more than you really need to. Part of it is that last martini with what had been truly excellent vodka—and part of it was just a need to be close to him. A part of you thought you’d never see him again. The fact that he is here, solid in the flesh and you can touch him, kind of blows your mind.

“I’m not parked far,” he assures you, and you nod with a sleepy smile. At the end of the block you see his car parked on the street. It’s a little menacing, you think to yourself, looking at the dark paintjob and the sleek lines. Definitely a car designed to be a predator of the road; something that will run you down and eat you, no matter how fast you try to run.

As you near the vehicle three shadows separate themselves from an alley. John freezes in his tracks, pushing you behind him. You recognize the guy from earlier, Sasha, who is flanked by two intimidating henchmen. He speaks to John again in Russian, and John replies in kind. It pisses you off that you don’t know what’s being said.

“Speak English,” you demand, half-stepping out from behind John.

A low chuckle runs through the men before you that makes your blood run cold. “I said,” enunciates Sasha slowly, “That if he hands you over now I’ll let you both live. He’ll just have to watch as I fuck you like the whore you are.”

“Nice. Very original, fuck head.”

His self-satisfaction morphs to anger. You are scared, but you’re not showing it like you should, and it’s ruining his fun. You use John’s body to shield the fact that you are dipping into your purse for your pepper spray. Why the fuck can’t you ever find anything in your purse when you need it?

What comes next happens so fast you almost can’t register it. One of the toughs made the first move forward, but John is like a hurricane upon them, deflecting strikes and breaking arms, punching one guy in the throat and kicking another in the gut. He throws one with some kind of complicated grapple and flip ninja shit before hitting the other again in the knees. In the blink of an eye two of them are down on the ground, leaving John to take on Sasha, who has drawn a knife. You see that one of the grounded henchmen is fishing behind his back for something. Without thinking you surge forward, knowing it’s a matter of life and death. As his hand raises with the gun you goalie-kick it from his hand, dousing his face with mace.

“Motherfucker!”

The gun goes off before it skitters across the street and under a parked car. He howls with agony, clutching his face, trying to wipe the concentrated capsaicin out of his eyes. In the next moment there is an arm around your waist, pulling you towards the parked cars. You are so caught up in the adrenaline rush that you react without looking, but John catches your hand with the mace, keeping it pointed away from the both of you. “It’s me,” he says, taking the tube and slipping it into his pocket like he doesn’t trust you not to let loose again. “You did good, honey. Come on.”

As he is bundling you into the passenger seat of his car you look back to see Sasha is writhing on the sidewalk with his knife in his leg, shouting what undoubtedly are expletives in Russian. You vaguely wonder if he might bleed to death as the Mustang rumbles to life and you roar away.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim, trembling with adrenaline and you guess, a bit of shock. “What the fuck just happened?”

“Are you hurt?” he asks, deeming it the more pertinent question.

“No. I’m…fine,” you say, looking down at yourself. “Jesus, are you hurt?” You look over at him to see that he is bleeding from a cut on his brow. “Oh my god, let me see.” You reach for him but he holds up a hand. “I’m fine, believe me.”

You catch one more glimpse of the wreckage behind you as he makes a right turn, downshifting. The car surges forward, pressing you back into the seat.

“You totally laid those guys out!”

“Yeah.” You study him from the passenger’s seat, his hard expression highlighted by the passing headlights. His jaw is clenched so tight you think he might crack his teeth. “I'm sorry you had to see that.”

You think about the three guys he leveled out like a human tornado.

“You've got some moves, Mr. Wick.”

He just sighs, sounding so very tired.

“Yeah.”

“Should we…call the cops?”

He looks over at you like you should know the answer to that question, but shit, this is the most violence you’ve seen up close in your entire life. Finally, he just shakes his head, seeming a decade older in that moment. “It wouldn’t do any good,” he assures you.

Except, maybe get him arrested, you reason. Because even though it had been self-defense…the carnage he’d left behind was unreal.

“Helen said you used to work in security?”

“Yeah.”

“Jesus Christ.”

He huffs a laugh at that. “Hardly.”

“I still don’t fucking get it.”

“Get what?”

“Why…this even happened? Men don’t exactly brawl on the street over me.” For Helen? Maybe, more likely, but not you, the boho weirdo who is lucky enough to kind of resemble your model-beautiful older sister, but will never be half as lovely or charming. You suspect there is some other reason this went sideways, that has more to do with John’s professional life before he retired from security.

That job description is holding less and less water the more you think on it. Helen was always super cagey in talking about what John Wick did for a living. You’re starting to get a better idea as to why that might have been.

John surprises you when he holds out his hand to you across the center console. “I would fight an army for you,” he tells you softly, and goddamn if you don’t believe him. You take his hand, comforted by the strength in the long fingers wrapped around yours. You only let go in between him shifting gears, and you don’t really say anything else until you pull up in front of your building.

“Come on,” you say, swinging open the heavy door of the sportscar. “I’ll take care of you.” The look he pays you is somehow both raw and predatory. A thrill of anticipation runs down your spine, because at this point you’ve lost your mind, and you don’t have the sense to be afraid.

<<PART 3 PART 5>>

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #keanu reeves #john wick fic #keanu x you #keanu reeves x reader

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jtl-fics · 10 months

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May I propose: ex boyfriends au. Neil and Andrew go back in time per usual, but they arrive together at the beginning of Neil's recruitment to palmetto. They agree that for now, they should keep it low key and not change much in fear of making the future worse. But, they come to find out that repeating your life exactly the same way is BORING. So, they decide to spice it up a bit. In order to explain their familiarity to the foxes, they create this awfully dramatic backstory full of twists and betrayals, where neil met Andrew while he was with Cass and then Andrew did something to land them both in Juvie, and maybe in juvie they betrayed each other or smthn. All of its fake but the foxes eat it up. Neil and Andrew even incorporate song lyrics that haven't been made into fake arguments that they have for fun (strawberry ice cream in Malibu don't act like we didn't do that shit too) and the foxes fully believe that they're ex boyfriends. But even they can't fully hide the affection they have for each other and when that bleeds through the fixes think they're witnessing the best second chance trope when in reality they're just fucking around

This is such a funny concept.

I am going to add one thing though. In this AU Neil and Andrew made it all the way to their 90s. They went to sleep in their bed old, in love, and happy together. They've both been getting more and more tired lately, they know what's coming. They've seen it with their friends. It's fine, whatever the next step is they're going to go together. If one leaves a little early, well they've had years to get patient while waiting for the other to catch up.

They pass together and their great grand nephew (Kevin's) finds them the next morning (he'd been staying with them to help with a few things. They're holding hands.

They find themselves in the immediate aftermath of Andrew having driven an Exy racquet into Neil's stomach. There's a moment where Andrew truly panics because "OH FUCK, WHAT IF I RUPTURED HIS COLOSTOMY BAG?" and then oh he never really forgot how Neil looked (Neil had been the one that needed the reminders about things) but seeing his husband at 18 with brown hair, wire thin frame, and brown eyes? It throws him off even if he'd know Neil no matter what hair color or eye color.

Kevin comes up and it's been almost 10 years since he'd died but he's there young, no liver spots, and with a 2 on his face again.

They have long been able to talk to one another without a single word. Now that Andrew's face has full range of motion again (partial stroke 3 years before) it's even easier.

"So this is where you ran off to?" Andrew demands.

"Oh, like I had a choice after what you pulled!" Neil shoots back.

Cue two old fucks who are now in the prime of their life bodies and when they lost a lot of their mobility with age the thing they had most loved to do was fuck with their numerous grand nieces and nephews (I am stating right here that every fox who has a kid FULLY views Andreil as uncles so it does not matter if there is a blood relation).

Neil and Andrew rarely need to lie about the shit they've gotten up to, it just hasn't happened yet. They only make it like 2 weeks MAX pretending like they're mad at one another. They've slept in the same bed holding hands for 70 years. They don't do well when they're separated and Andrew is on that god awful medication but this time they know the medical expert who can argue about how BAD this whole shit show is and they know the lawyer to hire. Neil might dip heavily into his stash money but they know more than enough to make that cash back.

Andrew off his meds almost a whole year early via an outpatient treatment.

Still they keep referencing some insane past. "I'll say sorry for getting us thrown in Juvie when YOU apologize for lighting the car on fire in the first place!" he huffs.

"Then I guess we're at a standstill."

These arguments are had while they are absolutely all over one another because a bunch of parts of theirs just WORK again and that's super fun for both of them. They seem like Seth & Allison 2.0 with 8x the history but Neil makes Andrew act like a human and not a monster so they're all very invested in the relationship working out.

This past is also NEVER elaborated on but they never fuck up the fabrication of it either. Andrew because his perfect memory and Neil because even decades later he is a super tier liar.

They're having fun, it's sort of like being back with all their grand nieces and nephews except it's all of their friends (+Seth). The Original Foxes were long used to Neil & Andrew's shit so it was impossible to mess with them like this.

They're going to have a blast.

Edit: Thanks @the-inner-musings-of-a-worm for the fun idea once again!

#Old Flames AU #Lol don't know if I'd do more of this but figured I'd give it a title #Anon I wish I knew who you were so I could shake your digital hand #this was a fun thought #sorry if it's not more of what you wanted though #I just love old farts Andreil fucking with all the young versions of their friends #AFTG #AFTG AU #Andreil

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i love your writing so much i can't resist from requesting -

im an AS student and man these exams are not easy I've been pulling all nighters and its obviously effecting on me a lot and i don't have a thoma in my life T^T

can i request thoma x reader (modern AU) where she is pulling all nighters, skipping meals, etc while thoma is away on a buisness trip or something (with the Kamisato siblings) and when he gets back to home he sees her almost passed out with a fever and he takes care of her and helps her get back on her feet again ^^

feel free to ignore this <3

have a nice day/night and take care :D

Thanks, I'm glad to hear that<3

Ugh yeah, studying and exams are hard, but please do take care of yourself! That's still the most important thing to do.

But honestly, you're so right. Everyone should have a Thoma in their life. So, allow me to prepare something. Hope that it helps to relax you a bit as well<3

Pairing: Thoma x reader

Content: gender neutral reader; Modern AU; burnout; stress; exams suck; comfort; being taken care of when sick

Word count: 1,8k words

Enjoy the ride!

Studying was hard.

In fact, it was one of the worst things on this planet to ever exist. Why do people have to go through this for multiple years in their life?

It was already hard enough to stay focused and not get distracted by literally anything else. Even the most minute thing could normally easily steal your attention away.

Yet right now, you had to endure. A hard week was coming your way, two very important exams were approaching, with a third one being scheduled the week after.

You have been studying non stop for a few days now, but somehow, nothing seemed to stay in your head, every word you read seemed to be thrown out your head again at the next second.

So, instead of taking a break and just giving yourself even a few minutes of rest, you just studied even harder. Days became longer and longer and before you knew it, you were studying well into the night, but you couldn't help it.

Those exams were very important, it could possibly ruin your entire future if you were to fail even one of them. At least, that's what you're telling yourself.

To your (mis)fortune - however you wanna look at it now - your boyfriend Thoma, who usually would be pestering you by now to finally take a break, wasn't around for a few weeks, since he went on a trip with a few of his friends.

At first, he wanted to bail out of it, so he could stay with you and support you through these tough weeks. But you insisted that he went on the trip, said it would be good for him to get out and spend some quality time with his friends.

In the end, he reluctantly agreed to it, but he still made sure to text you every day, reminding you to take care of yourself and to not overwork yourself.

Each time you got a text like that from him, you felt guilt well up inside you, from how you so easily ignored his worries about you and your health. Yet, every time again, you pushed those feelings down again, telling you that you had no time for them right now.

...

You were currently deep into yet another study session again, your head already pounding from the constant stress and influx of information, when your phone gave off a text notification next to you.

The screen lit up once you looked at it, showing you a new message from Thoma and also told you that it was already almost midnight again.

'You still up?', was the message displayed on your screen. You hesitated on wether or not you should respond to him, knowing that he would most likely scold you for staying up so late again. But in the end, you decided on just answering him.

'Yeah, I am. What's up?', you replied back to him.

You waited a few seconds for his answer, but instead of a new message came the notification of an incoming video call. Confused but also pleasantly surprised, you accepted the call and were soon greeted with the handsome face of your boyfriend Thoma, which you haven't seen in quite some time. God, how did you only now realise how much you missed him?

"Hey", he said, his voice sounding a bit off thanks to the quality of the phone, but that's okay. At least you got to hear his voice again.

"Hey", you answered back with a soft smile, taking in his surroundings. He was laying on his stomach, holding his phone in front of him with one hand, while the other rested under his chin on a pillow. In the background, you could hear soft snoring.

"Is that Ayato snoring in the background?", you laughed, but Thoma seemed to be used to it at this point.

"Yeah. I'm actually not surprised you hear that, but trust me, it's so much louder when your in the same room as him. He sleeps like a stone and his snoring has kept me up so many times. Like today."

You nodded in understanding. While Thoma may not snore, your previous partner sure did, and it robbed you of your sleep more times than you could count.

"How are you, (name)? Taking enough breaks?", he asked, even managing to give you a pointed look through the camera of the phone. You briefly debated on just telling him yes so he would feel better, but you couldn't bring yourself to lie to Thoma. Not when he was so earnestly concerned about you.

"More or less..", you opted to respond, thinking it would not sound too bad. Yet, knowing you for this long, Thoma knew exactly what that meant.

"(Name)...", he sighed, pinching his nose with his free hands. But before he could go on a full blown rant, you tried changing the subject.

"Let's not talk about that, okay. I'll manage and I don't want to ruin the good mood of your trip. I hope you're having fun by the way."

Thoma looked at you for a few seconds, deciding on wether or not to just go with it. "I know what you're trying to do here. Just... promise me you won't take it too far, okay. Don't neglect yourself, take breaks and remember to eat something."

"Thoma.. I can't really promise you, but I'll try, okay?"

He sighed again, but agreed to that with a reluctant "Alright.", since he knew that this would probably be the best he would get out of you. He really hated how you had this habit to just not take care of yourself when you were stressed, which is why he didn't want to go on this trip in the first place.

But, you were right after all. He really needed this trip to get out for a bit and breath some fresh air, and he had a lot of fun with both Ayato and Ayaka. You were initially invited to join them as well, but sadly had to decline because it would overlap with your exams.

The two of you talked for quite a bit about all kinds of things. The stuff the three of them had been up to during their trip, where they went to (since it was a road trip) and stuff like that. Hearing about it, you were really sad you couldn't join them, but that's just how things are now.

Before ending the call, Thoma informed you that they probably would be back by the end of next week, which was also when you would finally be done with all your exams. Then, you could finally rest again and enjoy some much needed quality time with your boyfriend again.

"Good night, (name). I love you."

"I love you too, Thoma. Good night."

And after that, your screen went black again, and you were suddenly all alone again in your quiet room, with nothing to occupy your mind but the constant need to study and get better.

So, with a deep sigh, you got back to work.

...

It was finally done. The last test has been dealt with, it was over.

You arrived at your apartment, utterly exhausted. You had been ignoring the warning signs of your body for far too long, and yet you still insisted of pushing your own limits.

You started to develop a constant headache a few days ago, with the fever joining in two days ago. Yet you still pushed through, telling yourself that you were fine, that you were able to do this.

And you did do it, but now that you were falling onto your couch, finally able to relax for the first time in two weeks, you realized what you had done to yourself.

You had no strength left in you, no will to do anything at all. You were utterly exhausted and done, not being able to do anything but welcome the darkness that overcame you as you simply passed out on the spot.

...

"(Name)? I'm home!", Thoma yelled as he entered your apartment, using the spare key that you gave him. When no reply came back to him, worry began to rise even more. He had been texting you for the last three hours, telling you that he got back safely. But when you still didn't reply, his concern got the best of him, and he made his way over to your apartment.

"(Name)?", he tried again, while moving through the living space. Once he passed the living room, he saw you, laying on the couch, passed out. At first, thinking nothing of it, he smiled a little and made his way over to your side, crouching down next to you.

But when he saw the pained expression on your face and how sweaty you were, he instantly knew something was up. Without thinking, he gently picked you up into his arms to carry you to your bedroom, before he went to check on your temperature.

As he suspected, you had a fever.

"Damn it, (name).", he sighed. Seemed like he had to take care of you until you wake up again.

...

When you woke up again, you had no idea what time it was, but judging by the the lack of bright light coming form outside, it had to be either evening or night already.

Your head was still spinning a bit and when you went to touch your forehead, you noticed something cold and wet.

That's also when you realized that you weren't in the living room anymore, but actually your bedroom.

Still confused and trying to piece the missing information together, the door to your room swung open, revealing the form of your boyfriend Thoma to you.

"Thoma! You're back!", you exclaimed, trying to get out of the bed, but were quickly pushed back down again.

"Don't even think about getting up. Your fever is still way too high for you to be jumping around like that.", he scolded, which caused you to follow his instruction. Only now did you also notice that you were wearing your pyjama and not the things you collapsed in on the couch. He really took care of everything for you...

"I'm sorry..", you quietly mumbled, and you meant it. You felt bad and guilty for causing him to worry so much about you. Even worse that he had every right to do so, since you did work yourself sick.

Thoma sighed, sitting down on the bed, slowly extending a hand to stroke your hair a bit.

"Don't scare me like that again. You were passed out for hours. All I want is for you to be okay. I can only achieve that if you also start taking care of yourself."

"Okay.. I promise I'll take better care."

And he believed you. It was the only thing he could do, besides nursing you back to health right now. And you appreciated and loved him even more for putting up with you and still caring for you, despite all.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #sickfic #genshin sickfic #genshin impact sickfic #genshin impact scenario #genshin scenario #genshin impact thoma #thoma x reader #thoma x you

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velvette3 · 1 month

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(3/29/24)

Why do I feel sad for no reason sometimes? It’s like a sick fuckin joke I swear. Today was such a great and productive day too! My boyfriend is as loving as ever, and he even bought me something! My OC got drawn by someone else so wonderfully and I couldn’t even do her justice w/ her of design! That art is just amazing and beautiful, and it makes me happy!

But yet I feel so sad, like I’m missing something. Maybe it’s just the lingering of my great grandma passing a few months back, but I don’t think so.

My birthday is coming up, I’m excited. I really am, I know for sure at least one thing that is on its way! First time in a few years that I’m excited for my birthday, honestly.

But I just feel sad. Idk, kinda worthless? I love helping people but damnit just seeing those around me struggling, and me not knowing how to help. It’s killing me I think. I’m just glad these are staying in drafts (unless I decide in a half asleep haze to actually post this fuck shit)

I just wanna help people so bad but I’m not able to yet. It’s killing me. I want to help people, I do and helping people makes me so, so happy! It’s what kept me going for a long time. But for that majority of this year, I haven’t been able to help people, and time has gone by too quick. Way too quick. It’s killing me, knowing how fast time is going and how little time I have left in a relaxing life. How little time I may have with people I love. My grandmother on my father’s side isn’t even 20 years younger than the great grandma I lost this year. I’m so scared to lose my Grandma J. I don’t know what I’ll do, and it’s going to be hard once she’s gone, especially when I visit my father.

It’s even worse when there is so much I can’t say to her, and how often I hear her say horrifying things.

I can’t tell her I’m Ace Pan-romantic because she’s Christian, and she talks about death and heaven so casually. I don’t know what’s gonna happen and I’m so, so scared.

So much is just there, and I’m losing so much time. I can’t help people like I want to because I don’t have the time, I can’t spend time with those I love because of how much shit I have to do with my schooling and freaking out about my future (even though it’s already here almost).

Another year I’ve wasted almost, and it’s just moving too quick.

The few things I’m grateful for in this though, are a few people, and my own stubbornness. My boyfriend, god I love him so much. I haven’t said it to him yet, no with the language we speak (English) and I don’t know why. Maybe I’m scared. But I do love him so much. My older brother, E. He’s been there since day one and is so supportive of me. May he be happy in his relationship as it is for him! I love those two shithead so much, and I can’t wait to see my brother again soon, and my boyfriend Just tomorrow maybe!

And my own stubbornness. It’s been almost (at midnight it will be) 191 days since I intentionally self harmed

^ that was the math for months. I am halfway to my head long goal of no self harm, and that has kept me going as well. My stubborn self, whenever I think of self harming, practically on the verge of just doing it, I say I can’t. I’ll be crying and weeping, wishing for pain, but I still can’t bring myself to do it because I promised myself I’d go a year AT LEAST. It’s kept me from giving in, thank god.

But I don’t know, with all of this, even with those few people, if I can do it. I came so close, so so close to giving into the thoughts and shit recently. I’m starting to scare myself. I don’t know what I’m doing, and it’s killing me. Ever since my third grade years, I was horrible when it came to control. That’s when my self harm started, in third fucking grade because I thought I could’ve preventing certain things from happening, had I tried harder. Ever since then I’ve been so hard on myself but FUCK I need to, I deserve it because I’ve let people down so many times, I’ve disappointed so many people so much.

But I dunno. I dunno why I’m so sad when today was so good for me (3/29/24)

I dunno anymore, I just want to help people so bad, I want time to slow down. I want to feel whole. Helping people helps me, and my mentality, so much. But I don’t have the time to help others anymore and it’s so hard to find people to help when everyone has such outta wack time zones.

(3/30/24)

Time is passing too quick and it’s terrifying. On top of that, I’m so scared that if I mess up in my schooling (online schooling anyways) that my parents will call me outta the blue and yell and shit. I remember very vividly back in middle school how I got like, 2-4 states mixed up on my US states quiz that I cried. I cried so hard, fearing that my mother would be angry over a topic I should know well since this is the very country we live in. Thankfully, she wasn’t.

As of now, the grades I’m getting are decent. All A’s, all year round. But I’m struggling in my Spanish. Sure, they may have been more positive about my grades here recently because of the fact that I’m towards the top of my class, but that’s not the point.

Then being happy about it sometimes makes it worse. I fear if I slip even the slightest, their expectations, if I fail them, they’ll be angry again.

I’m so scared to impress them, that I’m making it harder for me because I do so well. I know I do decently, but because of the fact that I rarely mess up, the times that I do, are impactful.

It’s awful, really. I should be happy about my success but it’s just giving me hella anxiety.

I guess this is just a journal now? Meh, it might as well be. Drafts stay drafts, after all.

(Yeah I think this is draft #16?)

#vel rants/info dumps #depressing shit #personal stuff #I’m sorry guys #but it’s not like y’all are gonna see this #this is staying in the damned drafts #Vel’s drafts #sorry for the long post #sorry for the rant

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cafeinthemoon · 1 year

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Ruins - Part XV

Chapter 15/?

Wordcount 2,2k

Title Part XV

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: I've been thinking that this chapter should have been more intense, and longer, and that has been holding me back, but after revising its draft I decided that it's good the way it is: direct, simple and romantic just as their relationship. The dinner/picnic scene was actually an idea I had a long time ago, when I was still writing the first chapter of this story, and I almost discarded it because I couldn't find a moment to include it in any of the previous chapters, but the idea of turn it into one of the most important moments of their relationship came recently, and I decided to try it out. I hope it turned out good XD

In your heart, you already decided you would stay with him.

Every moment you’ve spent together in that blessed land, from the very first words you’ve exchanged to the latest goodnight, every meal you shared, every study session, every conversation, every new, sweet discovery – everything you’ve experienced together wasn’t but the confirmation of what you knew by instinct since that day at the Library, when you’ve put your eyes on him for the first time: your dreams didn’t lie, and your souls belonged together.

It’s been months since then, and the guardianship period was approaching its end. Each human present would have to decide their destiny, whether staying with their gods or returning to Midgard, leaving their position to the ones who would be chosen the next year. Most of the girls to whom you’ve talked already did their choice, and they were as anxious to formalize them as yourself, but when they questioned you about your own future, the only thing you were able to say was that you just wanted your announcement to be a special occasion for you and for the god you loved.

***

You were on your day off and went to the kitchen by afternoon, by the hours that preceded the preparations for dinner: you knew the elves would be too busy soon and wanted to avoid causing troubles for them. Besides, the human girls used to arrive after those hours, and you were trying not to face curious inquiries, thus becoming the topic of gossip.

There were three elves at the kitchen by the time you entered it. If they were surprised to see a human there at that moment, they hid it very well, but no questions about your coming were necessary, for you soon asked their permission to use a corner with a sink and a small table to prepare a meal for two. As soon as they allowed you, you started to work. Of course, they were curious – maybe more than the girls would be if they saw you there – but no one dared ask anything.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been there, but you only noticed you were completely alone when the playful voice of Hermes reached your ears since the kitchen’s door, making you stop your hands and raise your head from the bowls.

– Diligent as always.

You turned to him and your heart warmed up to the smile he had on his face. It’s been a while since you had the chance to properly talk: Hermes was occupied with the matters of the guardianship and the personal needs of the girls, and you were busy with your own preparations and the management of your relationship with Hades, so that your tasks and preoccupations would mostly lead you to different directions, but you still had that friendship you started developing since the when you came to his chambers to talk.

– It’s good to see you too, Hermes-sama – you replied, turning back to your task – I’ll be leaving soon, I promise. I don’t want to disturb the routine of the elves and make my human friends starve.

The gods’ messenger laughed as he stopped by your side, observing the progress of your work. You didn’t need to give him any explanations about it.

– You are really invested in your new role, aren’t you? – he commented, smelling the content of the bowl you had before you; and, with a smirk, – If all of this doesn’t convince him that you will be the perfect wife, I don’t know what will.

You couldn’t see your own face when you heard that, but you were sure you became the personification of embarrassment; you knew that if you tried to hide it from Hermes, you would just make a mess instead of finishing your work, so you just stopped and decided that he was going to be the first person to know about your choice.

You leaned on the sink, cleaning your hands with a cloth.

– Hermes-sama… since you were the first person to whom I talked when I met him, I think it’s only fair that you become the first one to hear about this – you left the cloth on the sink and smiled – I will formalize my decision of staying by his side this evening. Of course, my wish to stay is clear to him, but I want to give him a proper answer, so I’m working on it right now – you indicated the food.

The god opened a genuine smile of contentment with your words.

– So, there is no longer doubts in your heart, y/n?

You sensed your eyes getting filled with tears.

– No, not a single one!

– Are you scared?

– Yes, of course I am! – you laughed – But I don’t care! I’m going to do what I have to do, that’s all that matters!

By everything you’ve seen from him, you could tell that physical affection wasn’t among the most prominent trait of Hermes’ personality (given that he barely hid his surprise when you hugged him after leaving the party), but he seemed to find appropriate to make an exception that time: approaching you and holding your face, he left a tiny kiss on your forehead, as an uncle or an older brother would do.

– If this is the case – he stated with a proud smile – Welcome to the family.

You thanked his reception and, precisely because of it, you felt a bit ashamed for what you were going to do next, but you also knew there wouldn’t be a better time for it.

– Hermes-sama, I know it can sound absurd to do this when I just joined your family, but…-- you brushed your hair behind your ear – May I ask you a little favor?

He laughed.

– If it’s under my reach, I don’t see any problem.

You shrugged.

– Well, I believe it is, because it’s about a message I want to deliver.

His eyes glowed.

– A message?

– Yes. Today is our day off, so we have no studying sessions – you explained – Hades-sama has been occupied with other things and I decided to take the free time I have to manage the matters concerning us. I want to communicate my decision to him, but I want to make something special – you indicated the things you were preparing – So, if it’s not too much trouble… Can you tell him to meet me in the Secret Garden, near the fountain, this evening? He would know exactly which place I’m talking about.

– Ah, I know that place too – he gave you a playful blink of his right eye – And let me say that you couldn’t choose a better spot for this. So, of course I can deliver your message. I’ll talk to him as soon as I can.

You nodded in respect for the god’s help.

– Thank you so much, Hermes-sama. You’re really a true friend.

– You don’t need to thank me, y/n-chan – Hermes gave you a soft smile – I am a messenger. This isn’t but my job.

***

That evening was as beautiful as the ones that preceded it, but to you it was superior: the rosy and purplish shades of the skies were more vivacious; the warmth of the air was more pleasant; the song of the birds sounded sweeter to your ears, and the perfume of the flowers was more seductive.

You were on the bench at that spot in the Secret Garden where the fountain was, the same place where you talked and shared your first kiss. Besides the main recipe, you’ve put in the basket some of his favorite desserts, as well as a pair of fine tea cups that matched the teapot where you’ve put the pomegranate tea. As you organized everything upon the bench, you couldn’t help wondering if everything was well settled, if the food was really tasteful or if you chose the most appropriate spot to eat.

You were so concentrated in your task that his arrival went unnoticed by you until he decided to speak.

– Hermes said you wanted to meet me here.

You startled when Hades’ voice reached your ears, which made both of you laugh.

– By the place you chose, I can tell it’s something special – as he approached the bench, the sweet smell of the pots seemed to please his nostrils – Yes, not only by the place, but by your work as well.

You smiled.

– Thank you – you opened a pot and started to fill a plate with food – I was never good with surprises, but I thought it was worth trying this time.

Hades sat by your side, and you gave him the plate and the cutlery.

– Thank you – he whispered; then, looking around, – Isn’t it curious that the moths and bugs didn’t come to share the dinner with us?

You stopped and looked around too, surprised.

– You’re right! It’s strange I didn’t notice it until now...

He didn’t continue to discuss this, but you observed the way he looked at the surroundings as if he had something in mind; whatever he might have thought, however, the time to speak about it didn’t come yet, and you forgot the case.

Hades changed the subject.

– So… Won’t you tell me what is this all about?

You took a cup to yourself and filled it with the tea.

– I will, but, first, I need you to try this – you pointed the plate in his hand – Depending on your response, I will decide how I will proceed.

– You’re acting so mysterious that you’re starting to scare me, little one – he smirked, alternating his gaze between you and the food – What are you up to?

Your cheeks warmed up and you laughed.

– Don’t worry, there’s no spell in it! You haven’t told me anything about magic yet, remember?

Laughing too, he accepted to try your food at last, and you followed him before the bugs appeared to participate in the feast.

***

In the end, Hades approved the dinner, and he made sure you knew it while helping you to put the used plates back inside the basket.

– So, you did all of this by yourself, little one? – he was saying – It was wonderful. Why did you hide such talent until now?

You laughed.

– It wasn’t on purpose, I swear. I just don’t see it as a great talent – you shrugged – I only know the basics on cooking. But, if this is your response to it, I think I can continue.

He crossed his legs.

– Well, I’m all ears.

You breathed deep, took the basket and placed it behind your spot, approaching him.

– The period of the girls’ guardianship is almost over. It means that my time here is almost over as well – you took his hands on yours upon your lap the same way you did when you talked at the night of the party – And I made my decision.

You saw the glimmer in his eyes, preceding the emotions you later sensed in his voice.

– You did?

– Actually, I did it a long time ago, but I wanted to make a proper announcement – a tear fell through your cheek, tickling your skin as you smiled; you wiped it and approached his hands to our lips, covering them in kisses – I’ll stay with you.

After saying those words, you caught every subtle change in his ecstatic expression, the slight blush on his cheeks and the sweet smile growing on his lips, and the first sign of tears filling his eyes, and everything you saw there convinced you that there were few things in this world that can compare to seeing true love in someone’s face.

Heavens… he never looked so beautiful.

– So... you’re saying yes, y/n? – his hands cupped your face, his thumbs caressing your skin as if you were his most precious jewel – You’re staying with me?

You put your own hands upon his.

– I am... To you, I would say yes a thousand times.

Your throat tightened with emotion when you realized that, given you just accepted to be transformed into a goddess, your words gained a literal sense, and you would have the chance to give him thousands of positive answers for the next ages. Hades was aware of this too, and his response to this was to uncross his legs and take you on his lap and, just like he did when you went there for the first time, cover you in kisses; you, surrounding his neck with your hands, focused all your attention in giving him the sweetest reciprocation, enjoying the remaining taste of pomegranate on his lips.

For the past months, you’ve worked well in your verbal communication, but that time no words were needed: your mutual understanding has reached a point where entire sentences could be replaced by a touch, a caress that would say the same twice as deep, and where you didn’t have to worry about anything, for the kind of love you built was functional with both your mouths together or separated.

There were still other important matters to solve, of course: you would have to send a message to your family; you would have to talk to your parents about the future you chose to yourself, apart from your people – apart from them; Psyche’s ritual, the celebration, your presentation as a new deity and your honeymoon. But that wasn’t the moment to discuss any of this: that was the moment to enjoy yourselves. The time to plan, to manage and organize the officialization of your union was yet to come.

And, fortunately for you, time was the least of your preoccupations now.

#snv hades #ror hades #hades x reader #snv hermes #snv hades x reader #ror hermes #ror hades x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades x reader #record of ragnarok hades x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #record of ragnarok hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader

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Magic and Secrets, Chapter 3 - Sanji x Witch!OC

WARNING: Mature content ahead!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own One Piece or the art featured above. This is a fan-created work featuring an original character.

Read Chapter 2 Here

Read Chapter 1 Here

The patter of footsteps echoed throughout the mansion, a young girl giggling as she ran through her home. She was supposed to be in her room. She’d been told that there would be punishment if she disobeyed. But curiosity had wormed its way into Vera’s naive mind.

It had been easy to escape. Her mother hadn’t even bothered to lock the door, knowing Vera could easily open it with magic. Praesentia’s voice had been stern as she threatened her daughter, and for a moment Vera did feel true fear. But the allure of secret agendas and forbidden knowledge proved too strong.

“The brat has to go!” Her footsteps halted just short of her stepfather’s study. Careful to not make a sound, she pressed herself flat to the wall and focused her hearing.

“Darling, I know you don’t want her. And neither do I. But what do you suggest we do?” Her mother’s voice was laden with frustration.

“I’d love nothing more than to wring her neck myself.” Misericors seethed with rage, no doubt fantasizing about murdering the girl.

“And what would the other Celestial Dragons say if you did?” Praesentia’s voice rose in volume, an accusatory inflection to it. “She’s a God, just as we are. If you kill her and they find out, we’ll be cast out of Mariejois! Our fate would be worse than the Donquixotes!”

“The Donquixotes?!” A piece of furniture fell, the resulting thud startling Vera. But still she did not move. “If anyone deserves their fate it’s that whelp! She and Doflamingo are the only two left carrying that disgraceful family’s blood!”

Praesentia sighed, no doubt exasperated by the conversation that had been ongoing since her daughter’s birth. “You know we can’t do that without risking our own lives. Product of an affair or not, she’s still a Celestial Dragon. And a purebred one at that, …” her words trailed off at the end of her statement, seeming to lose herself in thought.

“I don’t want to hear about your infidelity! I want that girl out of my home!” Misericors was almost screaming now, no doubt red in the face.

“There is a way we could get rid of her.” Praesentia began hesitantly. “But it would take time.”

“Out with it!”

“We could sell her into an arranged marriage.”

Misericors was quiet as he mulled over the proposal. When he spoke again, his voice had calmed. “That would make her somewhat useful. And in the meantime, she could work with the slaves. Say that she’s being taught homemaking for the sake of her future husband.”

“Yes!” Praesentia clapped in delight at her husband’s words. “I have no doubt a royal family would pay greatly to be married into the Domain of the Gods. And if we train her as a slave, she’ll be so obedient !”

A hand clasped over Vera’s mouth, maintaining her silence as tears welled in her eyes. She willed the sobs to stay down, her body shaking in fear at what she’d heard. She turned to run back to her room, ready to dive under the covers of her bed and pretend she hadn’t just eavesdropped on a conversation which sealed her fate to a life of misery.

“You impudent little pest!” She’d been caught. Vera halted her movements, freezing mid-step as she turned to face her mother. The older woman marched forward, gripping Vera’s arm painfully tight.

“I told you to stay put!” Her hand rose, palm open before coming down fast. The harsh slap reverberated off the ornately decorated walls, paintings of smiling faces inside gilded frames mocked the young girl. “But I suppose you did save me the trouble of explaining things.” Praesentia released her daughter’s arm, leaving Vera to fall backwards.

“I’ll have the slaves move her things.” Misericors scowled down at his stepdaughter like one would an insect. “Tomorrow, you’ll start working.”

Vera gulped at the statement. She was only five years old, and yet she knew her very existence was a mistake. A mistake for which she would be punished relentlessly.

***

Dark eyes gazed through glass towards the horizon. Endless blue in all directions, calm waves and sparsely clouded skies met Vera’s vision. How many days had they been at sea? Time seemed to blur when the scenery and weather were unchanging. A small part of her wondered if Nami had gotten them lost. She sighed and resumed reading the book cradled in her lap.

The library door swung open to reveal an exuberant Sanji, a tray of beverages in one hand. He twirled to Robin first, offering her an ornate teacup upon its matching saucer. Steam wafted into the air.

“Herbal Rose tea with honey.” The historian took the delicate porcelain into her hand. Sanji stood upright, smiling wide. “A delicate and sweet blend for an equally graceful beauty.”

Robin thanked the cook with a smile, her voice soft and eyes kind. Sanji took this as his opportunity to spin towards the window seat where Vera lounged. Upon reaching his destination, he knelt at her side and offered a glass. “And a mango smoothie for the alluring enchantress.”

Vera blushed and took the beverage from the blonde. She immediately took a sip, her face lighting up. “Wow, Sanji! This is even better than yesterday’s acai bowl!”

The chef beamed. “You’re too kind.” He tucked the tray neatly under his arm and turned to exit. Just before leaving, he announced, “Lunch will be ready in a few hours. I’ll come retrieve you when it’s time.”

Once the library door had closed, Robin addressed her companion with amusement evident in her voice. “He seems fond of you.”

Vera turned away, hiding her darkening cheeks. She glanced down just in time to see a head of blonde hair entering the ship’s kitchen, a trail of smoke cut off by the closing door. “He’s fond of anything in a dress.”

Robin chuckled, a loose fist covering her mouth as she did. “Whatever you say.” She took a long sip of her tea, punctuating her suspicions.

Laughter caught the witch’s attention, drifting to the ship’s bow where three distinct figures sat on a wooden banister. Fishing poles were clenched firmly in Usopp and Luffy’s hands, long lines cast into the sea below. Chopper sat beside them, his hooved feet dangling over the ledge. The group appeared incredibly carefree despite two thirds of them being unable to swim.

Across the deck, Franky sat working on an indistinguishable project. Tools were strewn around him and he was clearly working on something. But what that something was, Vera couldn’t tell. The cyborg sat back, admiring his work before looking upward. His eyes met Vera’s and he smiled, waving up to his new crewmate. Vera waves back weakly, placating the man who quickly returned to his task.

Nami stood at the helm, her gaze shifting between the log pose on her wrist and the map held in her other hand. As abruptly as he had entered the library, a beverage wielding Sanji nearly pirouetted across the deck. He landed on one knee, appearing to propose with the colorful drink he offered the ginger navigator. Once the drink had been taken, the cook stood and began visibly gushing over the woman. Though she couldn’t hear what was being said, Vera could tell that verbal honey poured from his mouth in proclamations of his adoration.

The witch’s eyebrows furrowed. Why did the scene before her cause such discomfort? She stood, sending the book she held away with a soft muttering before exiting the room.

Now in a proper foul mood, Vera searched for something to occupy her attention. But being confined to a single ship - no matter how large Sunny was - her options proved limited. Weighing her options, she eventually decided the greatest potential lay with the crow’s nest and a particular swordsman.

Upon lifting the heavy wood of the trap door, sounds of clanking metal and grunts invaded the air. Vera lifted herself into the room, greeted with the sight of a shirtless, sweaty Zoro on his back, a bar with several large weights attached to either side held firmly in his grip. A large scar spanning the man’s broad chest caught her gaze, noting its jagged contrast to the straight line over Zoro’s missing eye.

“What?” The word came out sounding more like a growl. At first, Vera wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly. But as he continued lifting the metal bar, the swordsman’s single eye came to meet with hers - a look of expectation on his face.

“Sorry.” The girl’s fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt, eyes studying the grain lines in the wooden floor.

Metal clanked loudly as the bar was returned to its rack, causing Vera’s attention to return to the green-haired man. Zoro now sat upright, a rag being pressed to his dripping forehead. “What do you want?” This time the question came clear, laced with annoyance.

“I-”

“Out with it.” His arms were crossed over his chest, creating an intimidating pose.

“Is it alright if I stay here for a bit?” Her words were quiet and fast. She wondered for a moment if they’d even reached the swordsman, but he replied with a simple nod before bringing a bottle to his lips.

Vera sighed, taking a moment to look out the windows which encircled the room. A 360 degree view of nothing but clear blue, the only difference being that she could now see more of the seemingly unending ocean than the library could offer.

Vera sat on one of the many benches lining the walls, her gaze returning to Zoro as he reached for a dumbbell. “Is it really okay for me to be here?” She asked, not expecting an answer from the man.

“I said it was fine, didn’t I?” Zoro eyed her whilst his biceps flexed.

The witch shook her head. “I mean on the crew.” The only response she received was a raised eyebrow, and so she continued. “You all barely know me. And sure we haven’t been at sea for long, but I haven’t done anything useful and I feel like I’m just wasting your resources by being here.”

Zoro scoffed, setting the weight down and reaching for his swords. Vera gulped, bracing herself for the attack. With three swords, surely it’d be as painless as possible. He’d behead her in one swift motion and the crew would be rid of a nuisance.

Her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation for the impact. But all that happened was a small click of Zoro’s tongue before he rushed forward, thrusting open the window behind her. Vera opened her eyes in time to see the swordsman lean out the window and shout to the crew below. “Marines! Straight ahead!”

Vera turned, looking out past Sunny’s figurehead and to a tiny dot on the horizon. She’d originally mistaken the ship for a wave or a bird, nothing worthy of a second glance. But upon further inspection, the large white and blue sails were unmistakable. Zoro had rushed out of the crow’s nest before Vera could register his actions. Upon hearing the trap door slam, she was knocked from her thoughts and sprang to follow.

The main deck was in a state of chaos. Bodies ran about, executing orders which Nami shouted. Sails were unfurled and the ship lurched as canvas caught new wind.

A thunderous boom suddenly overpowered all other noise. Vera turned just in time to see a cannonball flying her way. She took a defensive stance, ready to utter a spell when a blur of red ran past her. In an instant, Luffy was in the air. He’d inflated his body to an impossible size, causing the cannonball to bounce off into the water upon impact.

More deafening noise and several balls of iron were headed their way. Zoro and Sanji were the next to jump into action. Zoro swung his swords, a wave of energy cutting a cannonball in half. Sanji leapt out, his leg darkening from the knee down with armament Haki. With a single kick, the offending mass was sent down in a splash.

These people were monsters. In the best possible way.

Another boom and the Sunny heaved, firing a cannon of its own. Vera watched as the ammunition landed just to the left of the Marine vessel. She clutched a railing, steadying herself and fixing her resolve. She would prove useful in this battle.

The enemy ship drew nearer - when had it gotten so close? Marines could be seen, aiming rifles now. Luffy had jumped into the air, his gum gum powers hurtling the man toward yet another cannonball. With the distracting iron, he’d failed to notice the men taking aim from the deck.

Vera acted fast, rushing forward and thrusting her hand outward. With splayed fingers and fear in her eyes, she shouted a spell. “Deleo te in planum astrale, offenso glandibus!”

The men fired their weapons, plumes of smoke rising into the air. But no bullets came. Luffy landed back on the Sunny and turned to his newest crew member with a grin. “Thanks, Vera!”

The girl gave a thumbs up and a weak smile before the world turned black.

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maybe a weird question, but do you have any recommendations for non-mob psycho media? I’ve been in search of something that hits similarly/is as well made and I trust your judgement o wise one. I’m not super picky, so recs of any kind would be appreciated :)

im like the worst person to take media recommendations from because you have to tie me down to watch something new and then i get obsessed with it forever, in terms of things ive seen recently that hit the same tumblr is NOT lying dungeon meshi is really good and if you start watching now you're gonna be watching at the part where it starts getting crazy

other stuff ive been into (gets progressively less mob psycho and generally more depressing like the further down we go bc i tend to get into really, really sad shit):

-i <3 deltarune but everyone has already played that. deltarune good. if you havent played deltarune play deltarune. genuinely like it more than undertale. also if the last chapter of deltarune is just the confession arc i called it and deserve a million dollars

-same w spiderverse. listen usually i dont care about superhero stuff but god these movies are good and i really hope they stick the landing.

-everything everywhere all at once continues to be one of my favorite movies ever

-rainworld (video game, very difficult but skurry's playthroughs do a good job summarizing the plot and general vibe of each route if you wanna watch those. i watched my friend play survivor ages ago and ive been playing through survivor with a friend on multiplayer and decided to watch some playthroughs to get a feel for the map and GOD DAMN the story of this game. rivulet route almost made me cry.) fair warning this is animal death the video game.

-severance (live action tv show, general plot is some sort of dystopian future where they invent a surgery where you can seperate your work self from your normal self so you clock into work and then black out until your shift is over. except your work self is just stuck at work forever. only 9 episodes but very, VERY good)

-i actually really enjoyed the scott pilgrim comics and the anime i wish anyone ever could be normal about them. id definitely suggest comics (if you can handle the 2000s humor) then anime. also basically everyone knows this but fair warning that starting out the main character is in his early 20s dating a 17 year old, it is explicitly treated as a shitty thing by the narrative and theres nothing explicit and its made very clear that he has 0 feelings for her whatsoever and is just using her as an ego boost but if youre sensitive to that stuff i might skip this one

-lots of webcomics about animals. i read so many webcomics about animals its like. my main media intake. this is part of the reason that i dont understand complaints about the art style my favorite webcomic looks like this

its called doe of deadwood and ill think about it until the day i die. others im currently reading (since this one wrapped a while ago) are "what lurks beneath" (cat cult on an island) "waves always crash" (cat cult on the beach) "i didnt know" (cat cult in a barn), toufati sawa (hyena trying to avenge her clan) and africa (leopard trying to survive the harshening world with her cubs) warning for animal death with all of these and general abuse warning for all those cat cult ones bc. cults.

-i like warrior cats. do not read warrior cats. its not very good and youll get stuck here forever.

-pathologic but the actual game and not just people describing the game please watch someone play the actual game summaries skip so much of the meat of the story and the characters. or play the game if you can bear learning to strategically quicksave. fair warning there is a lot of racism depicted against indigenous people in these games and while the framing of it generally aires on the side of "racism bad" there are a lot of kinda shitty tropes that come with it.

-listen bojack horseman is one of my shows it is the polar opposite of mob psycho in like every way and i would never in a million years recommend it if you want something that hits like mob psycho but if we're asking for just things i enjoy this is one of them. heavy cw for drug usage and abuse with this one. might want to give "does the dog die" a look for this one bc people are not joking about how heavy this show is

-same with hospice. hospice is a concept album about a hospice worker and a patient and has had more of an influence on me than any other piece of media ever bc i found it at the exact perfect time in my life for it to be relevant to my circumstances and now its like part of my identity. heavy cw for abuse also

-speaking of concept albums hey have you listened to tyler the creator he has several. WOLF especially i really like because the plot is actually like. kinda intricate. he also says the f slur a lot in WOLF but hes bisexual so diversity win?

-succession good. tw for like. everything though. probably "does the dog die" this one.

-hey have you ever watched david lynch's 1972 film "eraserhead"

#me and my friends tor and mich read the entire manga in 2 call sessions #i put everything else under a readmore #i feel like the more you know about my interests you can look at anything i write and go #hey. hey i see you.

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*i wrote all this at approximately 4am, so bear with me for how deranged i sound lol*

oh. my. GOD. AAAAAAAAA!!!! this chapter like holy fuck i was giggling and kicking my feet after reading the first three paragraphs. like omg my GOD THEY ARE SO ALFJDKAL!

i would just like it to be known that i have driven a standard vehicle one (1) time in my life and my experience was so similar to will’s with how i almost burst out crying the first time i stalled as well LOL! i can’t really say much about all the technical car stuff since its been a few years since i’ve driven a manual car and i don’t know shit about cars, but from what i remember my dad said basically the same things to me that mike said to will when teaching him so i would say it’s pretty spot on!

HOLY SHIT THEY ARE SO KING IF MY HEART CODED OMG!! “That’s it, baby!” like holy fuck “now you try on calling me baby like trying on clothes” first the thrift store date and then mike calling will baby!!??!!! so king of my heart of them. the mall date and the restaurant have changed my life. if i talk about it in too much detail i fear i might explode. so all ill say is OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO AAHADJKALSD LIKE “you should draw me” OMG I WAS SCREAMING JNTO MY PILLOW!!! “i already draw you all the time” KILLED ME! I DIED FOR A SECOND THERE ! “smoking hot… accurate portrait” i might as well have been six feet under at that point. “I’ll get jealous of her” holy shit michael wheeler. holy shit. i just have to continue before i really do explode. MIDDLE SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS!!! OH MY GOD I ALMOST DIED AGAIN! THE PHOTO BOOTH!!!!! i love a good photo booth moment and this one did NOT disappoint. THE HEART FRAME OMG!!!

will just absolutely ignoring max because she has them all figured out is just *mwah* but holy shit that car ride. will finally stopped ignoring that thing in the back of his mind and figured his shit out. like holy fuck my pillow probably hates me for how much silent screaming i’ve been doing through the chapter. will broke the no kissing in the mustang rule. HOLY SHIT HE BROKE HIS OWN RULE!!

this chapter is one of my faves!! can’t wait to see how mike is doing in the next chapter i bet he’s an absolute mess

AMAZING JOB AS ALWAYS!!! TAKE CARE!!!

<3<3<3

see you in the next chapter!

AHHH WE LOVE A 4AM COMMENT (EVEN IF YOU ARE INSANE FOR STAYING UP SO LATE TO READ)!! i am So So glad that you enjoyed!! i read this entire thing while nodding and also reaching thru the screen to pay your head gently 💗 tysm for reading and commenting and we hope you continue to enjoy the future chapters!!!

#asks #ch09 #acswy spoilers #they rly are insane and making me and suni write abt it...they're so unserious

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flnpushy · 9 months

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helios 4

A brief summary of Helios from my prior birth stories:

Helios Birth Center is a fictional birth center on the moon set thousands of years in the future. Mothers are recruited at 18 and are impregnated. Pregnancy lasts 12-13 months. Mothers are cared for at the massive facility and are given absolute luxury to live in and birth in. Mothers typically give birth 3 times during their recruitment with the birth center. The Central Command is the unit that cares for mothers and makes sure all is well (essentially a birth police force.) Mothers can be with each other during birth, but are not allowed to assist each other in any way besides moral support. Birthing babies is much more difficult. Due to longer gestation times babies range from 18-22 lbs at the time of birth. Birthing can take anywhere from 5 days to two weeks to push a baby out especially with first time mothers. Crowning can take many hours and babies can be partially born (Head born but no shoulders) for many hours, even days. Breech births are possible and quite common at the facility. The facility has 39 huge garden facilities and 15 birth pools for mothers to birth in. These gardens are equipped with birth stations that include birth stools, small beds, a squat bar, a mirror, and lubricant to help babies slide out. The floor of the facility is a soft self cleaning membrane so mothers can essentially birth anywhere in the entire facility. Our main character is Kara, she is a newcomer to the Birth center and currently pregnant with a baby girl. Angel is her close friend and just recently gave birth to her first baby (the last birth story I wrote before deleting my old account.) So now that you're caught up, let's pick up where I left off.

Kara was ever nearing her first birth. She had recently attended Angels birth and was amazed by Angels strength and ability to birth her first baby. Since Angels birth Kara continued to help out around the facility and learn as much as she could about birth. Kara was now in her 10th month of pregnancy. Her small 19 year old frame now was carrying a large belly with a 15 pound baby girl inside. She would be 18-20 pounds by the time Kara was ready to push her out.

On this day Kara was walking about the facility in garden 10, known as the beach garden. She was enjoying the sand on her bare feet below. Kara rubber her large belly as she walked along, thinking about her soon coming birth. She wondered how long it would take and how hard it would be to push her first baby out. She loved being pregnant, but birth was yet to be learned.

Kara continued to walk in the sand toward the exit of the garden, as she was about to exit she heard a voice.

“Hey, over here.” The voice said.

Kara looked over to see a girl hidden behind a palm tree. She noticed the girl was heavily pregnant and slightly bending at the knees almost like she was trying to push. Kara walked over.

“Oh thank god you're here.” The girl said. “I’ve been here for 14 hours now trying to push this baby out!”

“How long have you been laboring?” Kara asked.

“Labor started 8 days ago and I have been pushing for two days now, he just won’t come out of me, I’ve seen a part of him in my opening twice, but he keeps going back in.” The girl said.

“Who are you?” Kara asked.

“Sorry, I am Maria by the way.” The girl said.

“Well its great to meet you Maria, I’m Kara.” Kara said. “Sounds like you are having quite the struggle, is this your first baby?” Kara asked.

“Yes this is my first baby, He is estimated to me 21 pounds.” Maria said.

“Woah! That’s huge for baby number one!” Kara replied.

“I know, too huge if you ask me.” Maria said with a hint of doubt.

“I mean I can’t “Help” you technically, but I will do what I can to support you.” Kara said.

“Oh thank you so much, I just can’t keep going alone, I need support.” Maria said.

“Lets see where you're at in the process, Let’s go to that nearby birth station so we can use the mirror and squat bar.’ Kara said.

The girls made their way over to the station. It was in a private little cove surrounded by large palm trees. The ideal place to give birth really.

“Ok Maria, squat down on that birth stool and when you have a contraction, push hard.” Kara said.

“Ok let me get into position here…. I can’t feel a contraction yet.” Maria said.

“Let it come when it does, no rush.” Kara said.

Maria grabbed on to the squat bar and kneeled down, She rocked her hips around as if to aid in getting baby to move down in her birth canal. She continued to wiggle around a bit until a contraction hit.

“Ok here it comes!” Maria said.

“Ok girl, push hard, Make that baby move!” Kara said.

“Mmmmm ahhhhhh ouuuuu aaaahhhhhhh…….” Maria grunted and strained to push.

In her opening below Kara couldn’t see much happening, just tiny little bulges as she pushed. Maria continued to try pushes but nothing appeared in her opening.

“Hmmmm, not seeing baby at all.” Kara said.

“Ugggghh!! I just want him out!” Maria said. “That little bun is stuck in my belly!”

“He will come, it will just take time, he’s a big baby, and you're a tiny girl!” Kara said.

Maria had another contraction.

“Ok, big push!” Kara said.

Maria pushed hard, she was straining as hard as her little muscles could handle, her face tensed, and as she pushed her little belly button protruded outward. Maria continued to try along with the contraction, but nothing happened.

“Should I just call central command?” Maria asked. “I can’t get him out.”

“No, don’t bother, unless you have been stuck pushing for at least 3 days they won’t assist.” Kara said. “Its your first baby, it’s going to take time.”

“Well ok, ill keep trying.” Maria said.

Maria worked through a few more contractions. Her baby just wasn’t making an appearance.

“You said a part of him had come out earlier?” Kara asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” Maria said. “Only briefly, then he slipped back in.”

“Did you see what part of him it was?” Kara asked.

“No I didn’t get a chance to feel or really see it, It slipped in so fast.” Maria replied.

“Ok, I am going to help you a bit, but you can’t tell or ever mention this to anyone ok?” Kara said.

“Ok I won’t say.” Maria said.

Kara reached up with both hands and pulled at Maria’s opening, trying to open it a bit farther to see inside.

“Ok girl, push hard!” Kara said.

Maria pushed as hard as she could, Kara pulled at her opening a bit more to try and see if she could see or feel baby. Maria’s next push brought answers.

“Ok girl, I see your baby.” Kara said.

“Oh good, Thats great Maira said.”

“Well yes its good, but for one he’s wayyyy in there and for two he’s breech.” Kara said.

“Wait so I’m giving birth to a boy backwards?” Maria asked.

“Well essentially yes, his little feet are coming first, hence why you are struggling to get him out of your belly.”

“Oh well that’s neat… I guess.” Maria said.

“As for now though your still a very pregnant girl!” Kara said. “Going to take some time to get that little bun out of that belly!”

Kara decided to stay and support, she really didn’t have much else to do anyway. Maria continued pushing for another two hours until finally some progress was really bing made.

Maria went in for another push, she gave it her all and made some tiny wiggles trying to entice the baby out of her belly. She gave another push and finally a sign of baby made an appearance. Maria her her push as Kara saw a tiny little baby toe sticking out of her opening. As Maria stopped pushing the toe slipped back inside.

“Good girl! Kara said. “He’s coming out slowly!”

Just was Maria was about to make another push, the girls heard another voice.

“Can I Join you girls, I could use the support.” The girl said.

“Sure Maria said, I can use all the support I can get!”

The girl walked over and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Bailey, Im birthing my first baby, girl 19 pounds.”

“Please join us!” Kara said.

As Bailey took a spot on the birth mat next to the squat bar she noticed something with Bailey. In her opening was a tiny tuft of hair.

“Where in birth are you?” Kara asked.

Bailey reached down and touched her babies head. “Her little head is starting to poke out.” Bailey said. “I’ve been in labor for 7 days and pushing for 1 day now, her little head is poking out and its just so adorable!” Bailey said.

Just as Bailey went to lay back her baby slipped slowly back inside her.

“Ugh, fourth time she’s done that now, poor girl wants back in my belly! Bailey said.

Maria began another push, she was straining hard, but her efforts were being awarded. Maria now had a little baby foot in her opening. With her next push another little foot emerged. Maira now was finally making her baby move!

“Wow Look at that, Ive never seen a breech! Bailey said.

“Mamas had a struggle to get here!” Kara said.

Maria continued to hold her pushes, desperately trying to get more of her babies legs to come out. The legs were coming, and lucky for Maria the babies legs were now far out enough to no go back in her belly anymore. Meanwhile Bailey was getting a contraction. She was laying back on the birth mat when the contraction hit, her baby now well back inside. She pulled her legs back and began to push, trying to get her babies head to poke back out again. She held her push long and immediately went into another push when the first had finished, two pushes later revealed the babies head once more in her opening. Bailey’s contraction came to and end, the babies head slowly started to slip back.

“No baby stay!” She said as her baby slowly slipped back into her belly. “Ugh, poor girl, just can’t get outta mommas belly! Bailey said.

“She will come Kara said. “She has to stretch you out.”

“Its ok, I’m still happy carrying her around in my belly, I love being pregnant!” Bailey said.

“Not sure about you, but I can’t wait to get this little man to of my belly!” Maria said.

Maria pushed again bringing her babies legs out farther. The babies legs were big, and filling her opening fully. A couple more pushes had the legs out. Maria struggled a bit to get the babies waist to come, but when it did the baby slipped out to the top of its chest. Maria now had a large baby dangling from her, the baby was mostly born, but its shoulders and head were still trapped inside Maria. The baby became active.

“Oh god what is happening!” Maria yelled.

“The baby is moving, its helping you.” Kara said.

“Oh I don’t like that, its like I have an alien hanging from my body!” Maria said. “Stop Squirming!”

Meanwhile Bailey was just hoping to make some progress of any kind. She was pushing hard but her babies head continued to slip back in after each push.

“Well girls, I’m Hungry and the baby is obviously not going to come out at this point in time, Im going to go eat something, Catch you later.” Bailey said.

As she got up to leave the tiny tuft of babies hair in her opening disappeared back inside her belly.

As Bailey left, Kara focused back on Maria’s situation. Her baby was mostly out, but the shoulders and head were still stuck inside. The baby continued to move around attempting to free itself from Maria’s tight opening. The baby however was not having any success, he was simply to big and not strong enough, He had to rely on Maria to push him out. Maria continued pushing attempts, but she wasn’t having much success.

“We need to get you more active, get that baby in a better position to slide out.” Kara said.

“How can I move, I have a huge baby hanging from me?” Maria asked.

“There is a small birth pool in the next garden over, if you swim and wiggle around a bit, that baby might pop out of there.” Kara said.

“Ok I will try and waddle over.” Maria said.

Maria and Kara slowly Made their way to the garden exit and entered the next. As Maria walked the baby continued to make movements trying to free himself. They came across the pool and entered it. As Maria set foot into the water her baby immediately started doing large tummy crunches! The baby was not happy with the water.

“Oh dear, Uggghhh!” Maria said. “He’s squirming so much!” “Just come out of me!” “I don’t want him inside of me anymore!”

“Relax, relax!” Kara said. “He will come, you just need to keep pushing.”

Maria settled in and got back to work.

“Ok what do I need to do to get him out.” Maria asked.

“The warm water will help your opening and muscles relax, just settle in, wiggle your hips, and push.” Kara instructed.

Maria held onto the side of the pool and began wiggling her hips back and forth. The babies body wiggled with her. She began to push once more. With some tough pushes the babies shoulders slowly began to emerge, until they finally came free. Now all that remained was babies large head. Maria built up and was pushing with all her power, the adrenaline rush of pushing the babies shoulders out combined with the sensation of her baby slipping out was causing her intense pleasure. She reached down and rubbed her stimulus. She began contracting violently in orgasm, As she contracted she pushed as hard as she could, the babies head shot out.

“Holy, oh my god, that’s the fastest birth I’ve ever seen!” Kara said.

“I believe I tore slightly, but the baby is out! Maria said.

Maria contacted central command to come and get the baby.

“Thank you.” Maria told Kara.

“Anytime.” Kara responded. “Now I’m off to find Bailey.”

#birth #birth kink #giving birth #pregnant #pregnancy #breech #crowning #birth story #birth denial #scifi birth

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