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nicromancytarot · 1 month

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YOUR DAILY ROUTINE 5 YEARS FROM NOW

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel like the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to pick another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I do not charge for these readings, and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I get for the readings, but I pull like 15-20 cards each reading and that is just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

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I asked my spirit guides what your daily routine looks like in 5 years time, pick a card to find out what they had to say!

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2 ———> Pile 3

DISCLAIMER: the timelines I give are not the period as a whole, they are just an estimate of the time when these events could happen.

PILE 1

7:00-7:30am: Wake up, I got the lyric “7am the usual morning line up” from “When will my life begin?” Rapunzel, so you guys are waking up early. The first thing you do is either feed your pets or children, I’m getting heavy dogs for those of you who don’t have kids by this time, but I am seeing a lot of children vibes.

8:00-900am: Showering and getting ready, if you have kids, your partner will be up and looking after them for you, or this will be the time you take them to school. I feel like you’ll be listening to podcasts or ted talks every morning to get you ready for the day.

9:30-10:00am: Checking emails? You might be working from home and checking your emails or messages from clients or employers. I see you sat at your desk with a warm cup of something, going through things on your computer, your partner walks in and lets you know that they’re leaving for work now.

10:30-11:30am: Work work work, you guys will find yourself dealing with a lot of work during this time, however I do think that you make money by the hour, some of you could have a job that ensures you get paid separately by each client (like Tarot or something)

12:00-1:00pm: Making lunch for your partner, you guys will either go out to buy it and then drop it by their work, or you will make it yourself so that it feels special. Some of you could be seen as the “trophy spouse” when it comes to your partners work, they all think you’re a doll and are probably jealous of the food that you bring for your partner.

1:30-2:00pm: You can do whatever you want, this is your break time to go shopping or chill on the couch and watch your favourite show, I see that this changes often so you may like to do different things during this break, it’s not something that is set in stone forever.

2:00-3:00pm: Back to work, I feel this is when you do your best and most progressive work, some of you may be balancing another online job like authoring or possibly being a ghost writer for someone else. This is the time when you would absolutely hate to be distracted or interrupted.

3:00:3:30pm: Your final time to rest up before having to pick up the kids or take your dogs on a walk. During this time you might make yourself a snack, tidy the house (although I feel like you guys have a cleaner)

3:30-4:00pm: Little bit of a messy thirty minutes, you’re rushing around, which is why I think kids could be involved here, the school pick up is never easy lmao. For those of you who don’t have kids, this may just be you being dragged around the street by your dogs (I think they are large)

4:30-5:00pm: Your partner is home! You are also probably dealing with your children fighting during this time LMAOO, one of them wants the TV remote and the other is pissed. This could also be your time to catch up with your partner and tell each other about your day.

5:00-6:00pm: Dinner time, I do think you’ll be the one making dinner, but you definitely want to, sometimes your partner helps you out, but since you did the school run both ways, they’re looking after the kids for you now. You spend a while on cooking, you may even get it prepared around lunch time, throwing some meat in the slow cooker for later.

6:00-7:00pm: wind down time with family, chilling on the couch with the pets, watching as the kids play on the trampoline outside, relaxing in the arms of your significant other. Very calm energy for this.

7:30pm-9:30pm: The battle of the demons, time to put the kids to bed! The kids don’t like going to bed. “But I went to sleep yesterday!” You’ll have a field trip with these.

10:00pm-12:00am: You wanna get spicy with your partner? You can, here’s your opportunity. I do see you guys trying to make another kid around this time if you already have them, or perhaps this is your first. Relaxing in bed with your significant other, I’m seeing someone counting 100 dollar bills, so take that as you will, you may even take a shower together to end the night, or possibly getting wet in other ways is your way to close the day.

PILE 2

5:00-6:00am: Wake up. You guys may have to commute to work, and need to wake up early, for some of you, your work could be over seas, like if you lived in Paris but commuted to London for work everyday using the tunnel, or if you lived on the Isle Of White in the UK and needed to travel on a ferry to get to your job, either way, you’re waking up before the sun rises.

7:00-9:00am: Work, you’re at work for the majority of the day now, your job itself seems something that you’re used to and like doing, a lot of you may have to coordinate meetings, so you could be a higher up. There does seem to be a tad of stress here and there, for a few this may be caused by need of public speaking, for others there could be workplace drama.

10:00am-4:00pm: The people around you look up to you a lot, you may own a company or share management of it, there is a possibility of you working in something which involves fighting, a few of you may be in the army, and this could be the cause for the early wake up and start to the day. Either way, whatever you’re doing, you are the head of it, people have to work with you in order to climb the ranks and better improve their chance of success. You could honestly be in control of pay upgrades and promotions for your business or workplace. I see you making a lot of money by having a lot of control.

5:00-6:00pm: Home time, I see you making dinner or possibly even ordering out, although I do think that you have a healthy diet and lifestyle. A few of you could have your own cook, or utilise certain artificial intelligence that makes food??? (I don’t know bro, my guides seem to think that could be a thing of the future, you could have an online recipe book that you follow)

7:30-10:00pm: Resting up or doing whatever you want. I can’t get a strong read on this as I think it changes each day, you could sometimes go on a run, other time you’re baking cookies on call with your mother. I do think you have a strict schedule you follow when it becomes time to go to bed, you sleep like a log lmao. Some of you may be looking for a relationship at this time, and this could be the entry period for going on dates, perhaps you go on multiple dates a night lol, you seem to be the life of the party either way. A lot of you don’t drink, I see someone at a bar holding a juice box so take that as you will.

Sorry it was so short pile 2! Your day is much more put together and scheduled.

PILE 3

4:00-9:00am: If you have a young baby at this time, you may immediately go to nursing them as soon as you wake up, it honestly could even be that you’ve woken up early morning, your partner comes over to your side of the bed holding the baby, hands it to you. I do see a lot of stress around this time, so honestly I think the majority, if not all of you will have kids in five years time.

7:00-9:00am: I see you spending this time laying in your bed with your partner, possibly the kids have joined you now and you’re all just relaxing watching some TV for the few hours that you have until the morning begins and you need to get up and ready. For the few of you who may not be in a relationship or have kids, this could be a pet perhaps that you are spending the early morning with.

8:00-10:00am: You’re getting out of bed around this time and heading to the kitchen to get some breakfast started, you may have time to take a quick shower around this time, your partner will be looking after the kids, getting them all ready for the day so they can come and eat breakfast in time when it’s made.

8:30-9:00am: Some big change happens around this time, it may be that the kids are taken to school, or you perhaps take them to school. I’m seeing that this is the moment you begin your work for the day, I’m not too sure if you leave the house for it, I think so, as it does seem that there’s a change of scenery.

10:00am-12:00pm: This time is spent getting everything together for your job, I am seeing someone grabbing some coffee, if you work a corporate job, you’ll be getting yourself and some other people some coffee, collecting papers to make sure all your paperwork is complete. Some of you could be a therapist, psychologist or something to do with examining people, this is when you grab all your stuff to prepare for your clients, possible meetings etc.

12:00-1:00pm: A lot of teamwork around this time, this will be your first meeting of the day, first client, first job that you are supposed to complete. I see a need to write down a lot of stuff, you may even have a meeting presentation during this hour. Your lunch time may appear late, you perhaps have a job that runs over the normal lunch hour, so you go on your break in the next 1-2 hours.

2:00-3:00pm: Lunch time, I feel like you will leave your work building to go and buy lunch elsewhere, or perhaps your partner will bring you lunch themself, you might even order it into your section. You could be getting paid this time everyday, or you may count up your money for the day at this point.

3:30-4:00pm: You get to decide what you do here, I think sometimes you get the opportunity to go home at this time, other days you have to stay a little later, I think it depends on your schedule and the day of the week.

5:00-6:00pm: You get home during this period, I see there possibly being some time for you to relax and so what you want, before your partner and kids come home, some of you may have family around at this time each day? Or perhaps you live with extended family members and they will be making dinner for you, or getting some things done.

7:00pm-12:00am: A lot of you honestly could have family helping around the house, or perhaps you even have personal butlers, I don’t see you having to do much when it comes to making dinner, getting the kids to bed or anything, I see that you’ll be working hard on some paperwork that needs finishing, or getting your schedule ready for tomorrow, you’ll mainly be focusing on your work during this period too, I feel like you like to be prepared. You may get intimate with your partner during this time, I don’t see it lasting for too long as I think they go to bed earlier than you.

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brodieland · 3 months

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Can we finally call a Truce? ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x Fem!Hades!Reader Synopsis: Even into college there prank wars continue, even after threats, what happens when Percy invites himself late at night offering a truce?? Warning(s): some swearing Word Count: 3425

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt1

Last night was your 19th birthday, so your friends Silena and Annabeth decided to throw you a surprise birthday party. And oh my gods, did you guys party. Everyone you knew, and some you didn't, were all here to celebrate you. Drinks were flowing and music was blasting until late hours, or early hours, of 2AM.

When you woke up, your head was pounding. You sat up in your bed, which you don't even remember getting back to, and picked up your phone to check the time.

[7:52] AM

Shit. Your first class of the day started at 8:15AM and you were across campus. With that you quickly got up and got ready so fast the flash would've felt ashamed. After you were done you grabbed your stuff and zoomed out the door, slamming it shut. Just hoping you didn't wake up your half-brother Nico, he's all about his sleep.

You were running so fast, you were pretty much winded. You were close to your class when you suddenly bumped into someone and absolutely ate shit.

"Oh my gods I'm so so-" that's when you turned up to see exactly who you bumped into. It was Percy. Percy Jackson. Gods he was so insufferable. Ever since you met him all the way back at camp, you guys never got along. You guys were always butting heads and never seeing eye to eye.

"Looks like someones still a little drunk from last night aren't they" he said with a smirk on his face. Oh how you wanted to smack it off his face.

"Your presence just taints the air, maybe take a shower? you smell like dead trout" you quickly spat back. At least while he annoyed you he helped you pick up your books. As you both finished picking up your books, he stood up and handed them to you.

"And you reek of tequila you alcoholic" he returned.

"Its pink Whitney" you shouted back as you sped walk away, giving him the finger without turning back.

[8:14] AM

You just barely made it in time. You'd been cramming for this test for about a week. So if you failed, you would've pinned your own picture to the wall and thrown darts at it yourself. One would say your a little dramatic, but you were totally fine with that.

After about an hour and a half, the bell rang and everyone went up to turn in their tests. When you walked out of class, you were greeted by one of your best friends, Annabeth. She was the brain to your stupid decisions, and by that you mean she stopped you from making them to often. She did her best, but sometimes you cannot be stopped.

"Hey Y/N, how do you think you did" Annabeth asked.

"I don't know, all I know is I'm running on no breakfast right now, you got time to for donuts with mee?" You dragged the last word as you flashed your brightest and goofiest smile toward Annabeth.

"Oh course I do" she said.

And you guys were off to the cafeteria, unlike camp, college doesn't have designated tabled for each godly parent, so you could sit with your friends from anywhere. Though you did have buildings for each godly parent, filled with dorms.

"Gods this donut is exactly what I needed after such a bad morning" you groaned.

"It's barely ten how is your morning already bad" Annabeth laughed.

"Had a little run in with Percy. And by run in, I mean I literally ran into him full force and ate shit in front of him, while he then preceded to call me an alcoholic" you seethed just thinking about the memory, and taking an angry bite out of your donut. Annabeth just smiled at your childish action.

"Y/N, it's been years and you guys still don't get along? Don't you think it's time to put this little childhood feud behind" she put air quotes around feud "and just move on" she questioned hopefully, already knowing the answer.

"Absolutely not, when a kid puts Nair in your shampoo and almost makes you go shiny bald, you don't just make up and become bffs" you scoffed, thinking about the memory.

"I'd agree with you, but he only did that because you put a snake in his bed" Annabeth recalled.

"And I only did that because he tripped me, ON PURPOSE, at the dining pavilion and everyone laughed" you stated with a matter-a-fact tone while swinging your finger in the air.

"Yeah, yeah, your pranks date back for years, at some point you gotta just learn to live" Annabeth took a bite of her frosted donut.

"HEY, since college there haven't been pranks, I've learned self restraint" you said (lied).

"Sure" she said "and what about slipping that death threat under his dorm room door because he got a better score than you by one singular point on a test" Annabeth quirked her eyebrow and smiled.

"It's not really a prank if I signed my name now is it" you smiled. "And how do we know it was a threat and not a future promise?"

You both laughed as you finished up your donuts and headed to your next class that you had together.

You guys took your seats next to each other when Percy walked in. Ugh, you forgot he was in this class. He took his assigned seat in front of you.

As the lecture went on you started getting bored. Then you realized you had an extra straw sitting by your bag. 'Where did this come from'. Now you had an idea. You grabbed a random piece of paper from your bag and started ripping little pieces, crumpled them up, and wet them a little with your spit. After making what you thought was enough, you started shoving them through the straw. You blew the straw and let a spit ball slam right in the back of Percy's fluffy hair.

He turned around and you quickly hid the straw under your arm and pretended to be paying attention to the lecture. He looked around confused and then turned back around to the board. Then you spit another one.

"Dude, what is that" Percy asked.

"What's what" you asked confused. Percy looked at you with a raised eyebrow before he turned back. That's when you shoot two out at once, causing him to whip back around. "Dude cut it out!"

You started giggling when you brought the straw back to your mouth and spit a third one into his eye, causing you to laugh harder. Then he grabbed his notebook and threw it at you. Now you've both caught the attention of the class, and sadly your teacher.

"Mr. Jackson and Ms. Y/L/N, really? Again? Make your way to the library" your math teacher said, Mr. Gabris said.

As you both walked out of class in shame, a walk of shame if you will, he muttered to you "this is all your fault by the way."

"Worth it" you muttered back. Chuckling to your self at the shot you made straight into his eye.

As you walked to the library you were a few steps in front of Percy, walking in an eerie silence.

"Why do you walk like a toddler taking their first steps" Percy asked from behind you. You stopped walking for a second, and turned over with a bamboozled look on your face.

'Hello??'

"Did you mean to say that aloud, you little leash kid" you answered. You both were now walking side by side, looking forward.

"It was a simple question from a simple observation, no need to get defensive" Percy chuckled.

"Simple thought for a simple man, can't think of anything worth more than half a brain cell, can you" you inquired, giving him a side eye as well as a side smile. Amused with yourself.

Percy looked back, clearly not as amused. "It's hard to think with your DNA in my eyeball, I think I contracted something from your spitball, or slutball if I may" Percy asked, pitching up his voice toward the end.

"Wow are you saying I get play, are you calling me desirable? I'm honored, I can't believe that the Percy Jackson calling me attractive" you let out a fake dramatic gasp as you spoke. You guys were now approaching the library door.

"You're impossible" Percy said as he rolled his eyes and opened the door for you to walk through.

"Thank you" You grinned as you walked through the door. You both went your separate ways and waited out till the bell rang. Ten minutes pass by, and now you're sitting by an area littered with bean bag chairs. You were plopped down on a pink one when someone plops down on the black one next to you. It was your half-brother Nico.

"Hey Nico, you in trouble too?" You whispered.

"No, it's my free period. What'd you do though" he asked, probably already guessing why, or who, got you here.

"I threw a spitball into Percy's eye and he threw his notebook at me" you stated. Making Nico roll his eyes.

"My gods, when will it end?" You never understood why people called you dramatic when Nico existed. "Why are you still fighting with him."

"His existence bothers me, it's not my problem he has a punchable face" you deadpanned.

"You'd rather kiss his face and you know it." What.

"I think I'd rather lick a cactus, actually no I WOULD rather lick a cactus" you said. On gods he didn't just say that to you.

"Fine, it was just a suggestion. I just thought that that would end the beef between you two" Nico shrugged.

"Never happening, but okay kid" you said. And finally, the bell rang and you were free of the library. Off to your next class, thankfully, Percy free.

When you already halfway there to your next class, you noticed you left your bag at the library. You don't know how you managed to do that but it wasn't the first time you did. After swinging back to the library you grab your bag and rush back to your class, thankfully you weren't late. You had a presentation to do this class, you had worked on it for almost three weeks so you were pretty confident with yourself

After some students go, it was your turn to go up with your folder of information. As you walked up you got ready to start when you noticed all your papers were wet. They were unreadable, all the ink was smudged and on the verge of ripping because of how wet they were. You crumpled them in anger knowing who did this.

"Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N, does there seem to be an issue?" Your teacher asked.

"Yes, there is. I'm sorry about my project but it got ruined and I'll get it to you tomorrow. But I'll be right back" and without another word you stormed out of your class and went to go find that stupid Poseidon kid. This is the one time you were grateful to know what class he was in.

Finally the doors were in you view as you ran up and slammed them open, stunning the class to silence. "PERCY JACKSON" you yelled at the top of your lungs. You sped walked up to the front of Percy's desk.

That's when you lunged forward and grabbed Percy by the collar, pulling him about three inches from your face. "You completely ruined my project that I spent like three whole weeks on you dick, what the in the hades is your problem" you yelled.

"Saw you bag just sitting there, and just got the idea. I think your DNA is seeping in and clouding my judgement" Percy smiled. He was unfazed by your anger, expecting it. He was proud every time one of his pranks got under your skin, meaning it worked.

"Gods I want to kill you" you gritted through you teeth.

"With this distance, you look like you wanna kiss me" Percy teased. This guy.

"You" you let go and slammed your closed fists on the desk "FUCKING" you got louder "wish."

"Y/N Y/L/N, if you don't leave this class in the next ten seconds there will be consequences" the teacher said.

And with that you grabbed your folder that contained your water logged project and threw it at Percy. You then made your way to the exit without looking back. Everyone stared at you wide eyed, shocked at the scene that happened right in front of them. Not Percy though, he sat there proud with himself for getting you back, but also a little nervous for what you had in store for him next.

As you stepped out the classroom, you took a deep breathe trying to calm down as you went back to your class. Your teacher thankfully let you turn it in next class and let you take your seat for the rest of class. Finally it was time for lunch with your girls, Silena and Annabeth.

"You yelled at him like that in front of EVERYONE" Silena gaped. Annabeth rubbed her temples trying to look sensible when she too was suppressing a smile.

"I did, and I don't care. He deserved it, now I have to stay up all night redoing my shit" you said, stabbing your food with your fork.

"Let's watch our language shall we" Annabeth suggested. Causing you and Silena to playfully glare at her.

"Whatever, now I just need to think of what I'm gonna do to get him back" You said, taking a bite of your pasta. Yummy.

"What if you just didn't do anything" Annabeth said. You looked at her like she was stupid.

"Are you okay, what are you saying" you replied.

"I mean, we all know he's waiting for a prank. So what if it doesn't come, leaving him on constant edge" Annabeth elaborated. You thought about it.

"Hmm, maybe for a little, but messing with him makes me feel better" you smiled. Annabeth and Silena rolled their eyes at you.

"As a daughter of Aphrodite, I think a better use of you and Percy's time would be just you guys just making out" Silena said causing you to groan so loud Annabeth started laughing.

"My GODS, not you too" you exclaimed.

"What?! What do you mean 'you too'" Silena gawked.

"Nico said the same shit in the library, and I'll say my piece again. Not gonna happen" and with that you slurped down you last piece of pasta and slammed your fork in your plate. YUMMYYY.

"Me and him just know what's up. And what's up is another party at mines tonight" Silena grinned.

"Dam, another one" Annabeth said shocked.

"You bringing that up when you know I can't go is offensive" you rolled your eyes.

"Yeah as offensive as you and Percy always being all over each other, oh wait sorry, hating each other but spend every waking moment trying to get a reaction out of each other" Silena and Annabeth started cackling, throwing there heads down and slamming there arms on the table. Everyone who walked by was giving them weird looks while you just stared at them, straight faced.

"Yeah okay, I'm done with my classes today so I'm gonna go work on my project." And with that everyone said there goodbyes and you left to your dorm to work for hours.

[8:47] PM

You checked the time on your phone. You still had work to do, but it was hard to focus when all your friends were out partying. You sat back in your chair and stared at the roof. 'You and Percy are always all over each other.' She always had love on the brain. There's just no way that's how she can possibly see you and Percy like that when not a single thing that has ever come out of either of your mouths could ever even be considered a compliment. 'The line separating love and hate is very thin', that's something Silena always said. You thought she just likes being right, but you won't let her be.

'Knock, knock'

Who the hell could be here right now when there's a whole rager happening in another dorm. You got up and went to answer the door, not expecting to see who was standing in front of you.

"Percy?"

"Sorry for ruining your work" then he pulled out.. oh wow, a bottle of pink Whitney from behind him. "Truce? For now at least"

You thought about it. "Hmm, come in." You were skeptical, but who were you to refuse a free drink. You both walked in, directing him to your room. You sat on the floor leaning on your bed, and Percy sat in front of you leaning on your dresser. Percy handed you the bottle letting you have the first sip.

"So what brought you here to this quiet dorm when everyone else is out partying" you questioned Percy. You took a sip from the bottle having no reaction, Percy raised his eyebrow and smile.

'No reactions crazy by the way. Was I really right this morning" he laughed. You rolled your eyes recalling memories of this morning while handing him the bottle.

"Haha. Very funny. Seriously though, what's up" you asked. Percy took a sip, slightly scrunching his eyes at the taste, making you softly smirk.

"I can tell you only like this shit cause it's pink" you laughed knowing it's true. "Anyways." Percy paused. "I don't know, just wanted to have a break for a night and get wasted."

"Uh, huh, and may I repeat myself by saying there's a party happening right now" you said. "Aw, did you want to spend time with me" you joked. Percy kicked your foot, laughing.

"Yeah yeah in your dreams" Percy said while sliding you the bottle.

"Okay screw you too then" you took a swig from the drink. "Thought we were having a moment" you said with fake disappointment in your voice.

"I hate you" Percy said with amusement in his face.

"I hate you more" you said in the same tone, swinging back the drink.

The night went on like this for a few hours, going back and forth with Percy like this. Drinking more and more of the bottle until you were just under half. Both of you were so wasted you could barely form a thought.

'Knock, knock'

You were both confused as to why someone else would be knocking on not just your dorm door, but your room door. So, you checked your phone

[1:37] AM

"Shit" you whispered.

"Yo Y/N, it's Nico, I left my charger in there. I see your light on kid open up." You and Percy lock eyes, both of you knowing what people would thinking seeing the both of you drunk in a room at 1am. Despising hating that assumption, you still scramble to shove Percy in your closet before rushing to let Nico in.

"Hey Nico, come in" you tried your best at acting nonchalant.

"Hey Y/N.. are you drunk" Nico eyed you as he went to grab his charger.

"What no, what makes you sense that" you said trying to be normal, probably coming off as a freak.

"Maybe because you reek, and there's half a bottle of pink Whitney on the floor." You mentally faced palmed at his assessment. Nico walked up to the bottle after grabbing his charger to take it from you. "Yeah you definitely don't need more, night Y/N"

"Night Nico" You said as you shut the door. You walked back to the closet, opening it up and laughing as you made eye contact with Percy.

"It's probably time I go, isn't it" Percy said.

"Yeah, um, probably"

As Percy walked out the closet, you did your best not to make the joke, you walked him out to the common area and toward the main door. You opened it for him as he walked out.

"Night Y/N"

"Night Percy" and with that you shut the door. As you did you saw Nico walk out his dorm room.

"Who was that" Nico asked, making you slightly jump.

"Oh, uh, no one, wrong dorm" you lied. Nico eyed you suspiciously before going back to his room to sleep, while you did the same.

You were gonna have such a headache tomorrow.

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pt.2?😈

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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hi my love! since you’re writing me a birthday fic cause you’re the absolute best, i’d like to request Scarlett Johansson x Reader where it’s Rs birthday and Scar just spoils and treats R for the whole day. Ending in smut with Scar using her biggest cum filled strap and absolutely ruining R, hardcore sex with daddy kink and breeding kink. Like Scar just being rough and throwing R around. Make it as dirty as you possibly can haha. then ending with aftercare and Scar being a sweet baby.

thank you babes i love you <3

Birthday Suit

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x reader

Word count: 6,460

Summary: After making you wait all day long, your wife has you open the last present of the day, her.

Warnings: smut, food play, strap-on use, daddy kink, breeding, punishment, face riding, blindfolds, orgasm-denial, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding, dom/sub dynamic, slight nipple play, slight possessiveness, squirting, small housewife kink, praising, degrading, petnames, aftercare, small pet play, cnc

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“Sweetheart? C’mon, it’s time to wake up.” A small nudge was sent to your sleeping form. You groaned in response, turning to face the other way only to have strong beams of light flashing through your eyes.

“Mm, not yet.” You negotiated, noticing the clock being marked 10:03 AM. You never were one to wake up this late, usually having work early in the morning. But Scarlett had already contacted your boss and got you the day off, you just didn’t know that yet.

“Shit! My alarm must’ve not gone off, I’m gonna be late.” You almost got whiplash with how fast you had gotten up. If it wasn’t for your girlfriend pushing you back down, you would’ve already been rushing out the door.

“Shh, I already called in. It’s your birthday, my love, you need a break.” You let out a content sigh as her lips clashed with your own. Her arms wandered your body and found place on your shoulders, leaning back but not before giving another short peck to your lips. A smile broke out across your face when seeing the beautiful woman in full glory, you couldn’t keep your eyes off her. You were the luckiest person in the world to call her yours.

“Let’s go. Since you say my cooking is so terrible, I’m taking you out to eat instead.” It was true, she burned anything she made. You were the one who cooked for her while she watched, giving the occasional kiss to the chef to show her gratitude.

“I’ve never said no such thing.” You added with a playful tone, watching as she gave you ‘that’ look. You shut your mouth immediately and went to the bathroom to get ready. You didn’t want to take too long, but you wanted to look nice. You had light makeup on and before you could pick out your outfit, Scarlett surprised you with some that she had gotten for you.

“No way you got me a ‘birthday girl’ shirt.” You tried hiding your laugh behind your hands, only to fail as you toppled over in humor. You wanted to be embarrassed, but it was too funny to even care. She signaled you to lift your arms, placing the tank top over your skin. You already had your leggings on and were now fully dressed. She walked the both of you out, giving a slap to your ass making you jump slightly. You turned to look at her only to see a smirk in return.

She opened the car door and got into the driver's side, her hand making its way to your thigh. She grasped your fingertips in her hands, giving small pecks to each one before holding your hand in hers tightly. She’d give you occasional glances at red lights, chuckling at the way you admired the city as if you’d never seen it before.

“Alright, dove, we’re here.” She had stopped in front of your favorite diner from when you were a kid. It wasn’t fancy, and it wasn’t the nicest place either. But she’d manage for you, seeing that large grin on your face as you tackled her with a hug before rushing in made it all worth it.

You sat down on the torn-up booth seat as the waitress gave you their introduction.

“Happy birthday.” She whispered next to you when walking away, you questioned how she knew for a moment, only to remember the shirt you had on. Your girlfriend sat across from you, still holding your palms. She never wanted to let go of you. She felt like if she did, it would all just end up being a dream. She knew that couldn’t be, but god she just loved to hold you more than anything.

“So, how’s your birthday, birthday girl?” By now, your drinks have already gotten here. You had a milkshake while Scarlett had a lemonade, but she kept taking sips of your drink when you’d look away. She already loved this day just as much as you. Even if it was your birthday, she never felt happier.

“It’s amazing because of you. Thank you for taking me here, I know you don’t really like this place.” She faked a gasp and held her hand to her chest, acting as if you just ripped her heart out.

“How dare you accuse me of that! I like this place, the…aroma is nice.” You chuckled at her failed attempt at a lie. The waitresses often acted like the sweetest old ladies, that was the only good thing. The boss knew you since you were a kid and gave you 10% discounts every time you ate here. The seats were held together by tape, must’ve been a bunch of nobodies tearing it up. They kept everything the same, it felt so nostalgic.

“And second of all, this is nowhere even near the start. It’s your day, I’m spoiling my beautiful girl with everything their heart desires.” Your eyes widened, your mind traveling to all the things you’d be doing that day. The only thing you didn’t know was that she was planning something extra special tonight. You had no idea what she was hiding under her pants, you had no idea she was even packing.

“And when you get back home, I want you to open your first present of the day. I hope you’ll like it.”

“Baby, anything you get me I’ll love, you know that. You yourself are more than enough and yet you’re still getting me so much.” Before she could lean over and kiss you, the waitress interrupted by placing your food on the table. Scarlett had ordered cinnamon french toast while you ordered their famous egg bacon and cheese sandwich. It was your go-to, you never switched it. Their food was great, but you loved the way the gooey egg yolk would leak out of the sandwich. You loved the crunch of the bacon and the pull of the cheese.

“Mm, is it good, my love?” You nodded and let out a small moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the first bite. She only laughed before she finished cutting her meal and taking the first bite. It wasn’t her favorite but it was still good.

A little over an hour later, the booth was filled with laughter and your beaming voice. Your smile was the largest it had ever been, your wife loved it. She loved making you happy, she’d give everything just to see you grin.

“Well, you ready to go home?” The bill was already paid, a decent-sized tip and a hug to a few of the workers and you both were out. You returned to your spot in the car, leaning over the console to give the woman a long, passionate kiss. Her hands cupped your face as her tongue licked over your lips asking for entrance. You let her in and she explored your mouth like it was new, like she’d never even kissed you before. She was hungry for you, but she had to make you wait just a few more hours.

You pulled back to breathe, resting your head on her shoulder and giving small pecks to the exposed skin. She hummed in delight before starting the car, pulling your head back to smile at you once more.

The second you arrived home there were so many presents on the table that you hadn’t seen before you left. She must’ve got someone to place them for her.

“Well, I want you to open up one to two for now, you can save the rest for later.” You rushed over to the different-sized boxes, examining all of them to see which you should open first. You shook a few in your hands and made guesses on what they are. Scar took them from your hands, walking you over to the couch and picking out two for you to open.

“Hmm, I think this one is a Lego set. And this one- I can’t tell what it is.” She motioned for you to open the surprises and maneuvered your body so you sat on her lap with her arms around your stomach.

You were right, the first was a Lego set of the black widow set. She knew how much you fangirled over her characters and knew she had to get it for you.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I fucking love it, baby! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You turned your body to hug her tightly, rocking her side to side with you. She kissed the side of your cheeks repeatedly and made sure you couldn’t let go. You could feel something poking you but you couldn’t care, all you wanted was to have your girl in your arms. You couldn’t stop the ever-so-light grind your hips made against the toy making Scarlett smirk. You now knew her surprise for the night, you couldn’t be more excited.

“Daddy?” She groaned into your ear and bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut for just a moment.

“Baby, it’s still the afternoon. Why don’t you wait a bit till daddy fucks you, hm? You think you can last that long?” Even when knowing it was most likely a lie, you still agreed. You didn’t want to make her angry, not on your birthday. As much as you loved being edged and humiliated for hours on end, all you wanted in the moment was for her to fuck you so sweetly. So softly. You wanted to feel her hands wandering your body as she made love to you.

“Yes, daddy. I’ll wait for you, I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good. Good little girl for me, doing whatever I tell you, huh?” She played with your locks of hair and handed you the next present without breaking eye contact.

“Now this one, this one is a little special. I had it custom-made to my liking, I want you to wear it for me.” You unwrapped the wrapping paper of the small box, your eyes widening as the object made its way into your sight. The red set was pulled out, the stockings following suit. Her hands ran up and down your inner thighs, her mouth lightly sucking on your pulse point. You let out a small moan and dropped the clothes down, leaning more into her touch.

“Be careful, my love. I had this made just for you, don’t be so ungrateful.” You picked up the articles of clothing before you could even blink. You didn’t want to make her mad in any way and cause her to throw you around tonight. But at the same time, that was all you ever wanted.

You didn’t even notice your hips still moving on top of her until her hands gripped your waist, forcing you to stay still.

“What did I say?”

“T-to wait for you.” She scoffed in your face before pushing you onto her right thigh, forcing you to straddle her. You knew you couldn’t move unless she said so, but you had to rock your body back and forth just once. Surprisingly, she didn’t make you stop, she just watched, arms behind her head admiring the view in front of her. You took this as her approval and started to go a bit faster, feeling the texture of her skinny jeans below you.

“Mm, that’s it. Why don’t you take your pants off, leave the panties on.” You quickly stood up to remove your bottoms, shying away from the hungry eyes of your girlfriend. Before you could go back to your previous position, her hand grasped your chin with gentleness and care.

“Oh, doll, you’re so pretty. My beautiful little pet. Now, how about you show me those panties, I want to see how wet you are for daddy.” She laid you onto the couch and separated your legs, getting onto her knees in front of you. Your excitement was through the roof knowing what was to come. Her tongue lightly grazed your clit through your soaked undergarments, your head was thrown back at the immense pleasure.

“Oh, daddy, that feels so good!” You tried closing your legs, only to no avail. She kept them pried open as her mouth left small kisses and licks over the wet spot that she caused.

“Fuck, you taste so good. And you’re so fucking wet, did I do this to you? Did daddy cause you to be dripping onto our couch?” You nodded along, not registering a word she said. Suddenly, a loud ringtone made you jump in your seat. There was no contact name, but Scarlett seemed to know exactly who it was. She moved from her place between your legs, shushing you with a finger to your plump lips.

“Scarlett?” You asked once she hung up, staring at her with confusion when she grabbed your pants off of the floor.

“I’m going to pick up the cake, I’ll be back soon. And if I find out you touched yourself without my permission, this day won’t end well for you. And trust me, I always know.” You gulped away your fears and stared up at the woman, begging her to stay and let you cum. She only laughed and walked out the door with a short goodbye. You were left in the shirt she had chosen for you and your soaked panties. Your mind was filled with thoughts of what was to come, what she’d do to you. She couldn’t possibly be mad at you for playing with yourself, it was your birthday, after all, you deserved a bit of a treat.

But you couldn’t give in, not yet. You just had to wait a few more hours for her to have her way with you. It never felt so long. It was like she had left hours ago even though it had only been forty-five minutes. You so desperately needed that release, you needed her to be here with you. You debated on calling her, the contact name screaming at you to just give in. Right as you were about to click the call button, the door opened revealing your stunning wife holding a box that must’ve held your cake. It was red velvet, just as you liked. She sent a smile your way and placed the food on the counter, the small grocery bag making its way into your eyesight. You could only see what looked like a jar of whipped cream and a carton of un-cut strawberries. ‘It must be for the cake’ you thought, not realizing the true purpose of the items.

“Y/N? Did you even hear what I said?” You blinked a few times and looked to where the voice came from, only now noticing the close proximity between you two. She grabbed your hand and led you into the kitchen where the food was, your mood immediately being lifted when seeing the design. There were pink flowers on the top and sides along with chocolate-covered strawberries on top. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on it.

“Well, do you like it? I know how much you love pink so I thought, why not get my favorite girl exactly what she wanted.” She tickled the side of your hips, laughing at the way you tried to escape her grasp. She used one fingertip to dip into the frosting, booping your nose and painting it with a pink cream.

“Oh, you are so lucky I love you.”

“Yeah? You love me?” You rolled your eyes before turning to face her, your arms placing themselves around her shoulders. You buried her face into her neck, making sure your nose would rub against her.

“Okay, now that’s just rude!” She mirrored your position, holding you close to her body and grabbing the fork left on the counter.

“Well, let’s dig in, baby.”

After what seemed like hours, every present was opened and the cake was almost gone. You had already responded to every ‘Happy Birthday’ message and tweet. Your whole dashboard was covered in sweet messages and drawings people had made for you on your special day. Scarlett was in the walk-in bathroom getting ready for bed, applying her skincare delicately to her face. You turned off the light on your bedside table and laid on your side facing away from where she was. The conversation with her from earlier had already escaped your mind, but it sure as hell didn’t leave your wife’s.

You felt the bed dip as she joined you in bed. You moved your head just a little bit to give her a kiss goodnight and returned to how you were, stopping in your tracks when feeling something against your bottom.

“Scar? What are you doing?” Her hips grinded slowly into you, a remembrance of what you were doing earlier on her thigh. Her curious hand found its way to your neglected breasts, her fingertip circling your nipple gently. You whimpered quietly and tried to scramble away from her, only to be pulled back in.

“Don’t try to push me away, we both know you want it. Now, why don’t you let me treat my girl for her birthday, it is your special day after all.” You couldn’t possibly say no to her. She was right, you both knew you needed it. It was like a drug and you were an addict.

“Daddy..” Came your small voice, your body moving in rhythm with hers on its own. You moved onto your back, Scarlett’s breath-taking face coming into your view. Her wet hair splayed across the sides of your face. She picked up your leg and placed it on her side, your other leg being pushed apart to give her free access.

“I have a little surprise for you, dove. And I think you’ll love it.” You followed her gaze to the bedside table on her side, the grocery bag from earlier being placed on top of the wooden table. Your eyes widened, turning to look at her with shock and excitement. She placed her hands on the oversized shirt you were wearing, feeling the soft fabric in her hands. You could tell what she was thinking and gave her a nod of approval.

“Fuck, I’ll never get sick of these perfect tits.” She palmed the soft skin in her hands, letting out a soft moan at the contact. She smiled smickly to herself when thinking of the things she could do, how she could ravish you. Your hands slowly made their way to the large imprint in her boxers, you could tell it was a new strap.

“You feel that? Daddy got it just for you. This one, this one is special though,” She took a small pause, ridding herself of her undergarments and freeing her strap-on from the confinements. “You know why it’s so special?” You shook your head, no, your eyes stuck on the toy. She grabbed your hand, placing it onto the object and guiding your hand onto her.

“Yeah, jerk daddy off, princess. I can’t wait to fill you up with so much fucking cum, watching it drip out of this sweet little hole- God! You’re so hot, baby girl.” She thrusted herself into your strokes, acting as if she could feel it, she could feel your touch. You tried clenching your legs, anything to get some sort of relief. Scarlett didn’t let that slide. She gripped your thighs tightly, almost causing the soft skin to bleed.

“Don’t be greedy, I’ve already given you so much today. Why don’t you let daddy play with her little toy for a while, that sound good?” She didn’t care for a response and gave you a long, forceful kiss. Her tongue prodding at your lips distracted you from the feeling of her fingers dancing around on your thighs. Your clit was aching, begging to be touched. You gasped when feeling her long, cold fingers circling your clit, she took that as her opportunity to insert her tongue into your mouth. She explored your body like it was new, as if she hadn’t already claimed each inch of your skin.

Her faux cock prodded at your folds, sending a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to erupt over you. She chuckled lightly and disconnected her lips with your own, watching as you struggled to fight for air.

“Look at you, all spread out and ready for me. I think I know just what could be the cherry on top to all of this.” She whispered hotly against your ear, biting the lobe softly as to just graze the area.

“W-what is it? The cherry on top, what is it?” You asked in a meek voice, your slick dripping down her fingertips and your thighs. Her digits popped into your mouth, the lightly salty-sweet flavor invading your tastebuds.

“Taste good? Yeah, you taste fucking divine, my love. Now, why don’t you close your eyes before I blindfold you.” You had to bite back a moan at the thought alone. Her using you however she pleased without you even knowing what her next move would be, it was something you could only dream of happening.

“Oh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Who am I kidding, of course, you would. You love anything daddy gives you, isn’t that right?” No words were able to leave you, only your consistent moans.

“I asked you a question, answer it.”

“Yes, daddy. I love everything you give me, everything!” She hummed in satisfaction at your words, waiting for you to comply. You slowly did, closing your eyes and ridding yourself of knowing anything she would do to your helpless body.

“Such a good whore for me, always doing exactly what I tell you.” You heard what sounded like a small crackling sound and automatically opened your eyes, bad mistake.

“What did I just say? You know, I was trying to take it easy on you but you just don’t want to listen.” Your eyes were quickly covered with a cloth, your sight only being filled with darkness. You wriggled in her grasp hopelessly, only making her more enraged.

“Stop it! Don’t make me handcuff you too, because I promise you, I will.” You felt a cold, soft texture land on your breasts causing you to let out a gasp. You could just see the concentration displayed on Scarlett’s face trying to make the perfect swirl.

“Now this is what I like to see. Stay still for me, baby, daddy just wants a taste.” Her hands held your hips, her tongue smothering your covered tits and eating the delicious treat like it was her last meal. She didn’t leave a drop behind, not a single one. She gathered up the whipped cream on her pointer finger, ghosting over your lips as a sign to open them. You did. Your mouth was filled with the sweet flavor, and your wife leaned over you with those same eyes as before, pure hunger and need. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it. You could feel the way her hands held you, fighting off the urge to not move lower. And you could hear the ragged breaths, you could hear just how desperate she was to finally get her mouth on you.

“Fuck, you think you can do something for me?” She was trying to hold back, you could tell. It brought a small smirk to your face knowing how much control you had over her even when being blindfolded and helpless.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

“I want you to ride my face.” Even through the sternness in her tone, you could hear the slight uncertainty. You were always too nervous to do so, scared you’d be too heavy for her to hold. But she had assured you countless times again that it wouldn’t happen and that ‘I’d love more than anything to die between your thighs’. You’ve watched many pornos that played out exactly like this, the girl riding the others’ face like there was no tomorrow. And you couldn’t lie, it was hot. You just never thought she’d be so into it.

When not hearing a response, your wife let out a small sigh. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, angel. You can tell me no.”

“No! No, I want to.” She didn’t fully believe you, she knew you’d gladly do anything she wanted before thinking of yourself.

“You need to tell me you want it, I need to know this is what you really want.”

“I want it, I want to ride your face, Scarlett.” Her hand delicately placed itself around your neck, licking a long stripe up your neck. She enclosed her lips on your skin, creating more hickey’s the farther she went down. Suddenly, the same hands were lifting you up and placing you onto her lap. She was letting you go at your own pace. No matter how much she loved to have that control over you, she’d never force you into doing something you didn’t want.

She lifted your blindfold for a moment, giving you a soft kiss before you started to move closer and closer to her face.

“It’s okay, love, do it for me.” You felt a rough grab on your thighs, pulling you onto her lips. She didn’t let up, her tongue immediately dove into your heat. It swirled around your clit, making out with the wet bud like her life depended on it.

“Fuck, taste so damn good.” She muttered, your juices filling her mouth. You held onto the bedpost in front of you, slowly starting to rock your hips against her. Your bundle of nerves grazed against her nose, causing you to let out a loud moan.

“Daddy! Oh god- yes! It feels so good! So fucking good!” She chuckled darkly into you, the vibrations causing shivers up your spine.

“Mm, could eat this little pussy all day, so sweet.” Her fingers ran across your folds, prodding at your hole for entrance.

“God, you’re so tight! Just begging me to finger you, huh?” You rode her faster, your pace becoming animalistic. She held your butt tightly, giving a small smack to the soft skin and creating a loud cackling sound. Her tongue dipped into your hole, moaning at the flavor.

“Daddy! It- it hurts, I can’t take it.” She restricted your movements with the hand placed on your body, the other teasing your wetness once more. You were absolutely dripping, nearing your peak. You knew you couldn’t finish without permission but fuck was it hard. It felt like heaven, the most beautiful woman sloppily eating you out with pure need. No matter how tight of a hold she had on you, it couldn’t stop the grinding coming from your lower body.

“Don’t you dare fucking move, or I’ll stop.”

“But, please! I need it, I wanna cum so bad.” Tears rolled down your red face, the overwhelming sensation becoming too much to bare. You broke. You couldn’t even warm her before you came crashing down, trying to push her off of you to the best of your ability. She quickly stopped what she was doing, making you whine loudly.

“When did I tell you that you could cum? Hm?” When you didn’t respond she continued, “Huh? Tell me, when the fuck did I say you can cum?” You gulped down any words that could form, knowing they’d only get you into more trouble. The sight of her angered face filled your eyesight as the cloth covering your eyes was ripped off of you.

“I was trying to be gentle with you, princess. Since it’s your day I thought, why not treat my girl? I’d fuck them so well and make their day perfect, but you just had to ruin that, didn’t you? You couldn’t listen to me and wait, no, you were too much of a desperate little bitch to wait for daddy.” A slap was sent to your cheek, your face moving to the side as you touched the reddened skin.

“I’m sorry, daddy-” Before you could finish your sentence, you were being slammed against the mattress, your wife leaning over you with that fierce gaze.

“Don’t get all apologetic now, you know what you did. Now, why don’t you make it up to me, let daddy play with this sweet fucking body however I want, okay?” You knew there was no point in pleading for forgiveness, the damage was already done. Her arms went on either side of your head, one going down to stroke her strap. You moved your hips towards the toy, begging for it inside of you.

“Such a dirty girl, I thought I taught you better. What do we say when we want something, hm?” Your hands were fighting the urge not to grab onto her round breasts and tease them till they were swollen, till she was the one pleading you not to stop.

“P-please! Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me, want you to use me.” She leaned in close to your face, your lips nearly touching.

“That’s better.” She leaned back, your body chasing after her mouth as if it was a floating memory. She only chuckled, noticing your distracted form and using it to her advantage. She slipped the tip inside of you, watching as your mouth formed a large O shape when trying to suppress a moan. Her thumb pinched your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hands forming fists. She didn’t stop until the entirety of her length was inside of you, stretching you out like never before. She was so big, you almost couldn’t handle it.

You gave her a small nod when the burning sensation went away, instantly feeling her thighs make contact with your own as she started a slow yet hard pace. You needed more, it wasn’t enough.

“Daddy! Go faster, please go faster!” You hoped she’d show you some sort of mercy and do as you asked, but she didn’t. She had only done the exact opposite, stilling her thrusts completely.

“Is that how you ask for things? Are you that dumb and brainless that you can’t follow a single fucking rule?” You shook your head quickly, forcing your body to stop its movements before she did it herself.

“No, daddy, I’m sorry. Please fuck me faster, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, fucking anything!”

“Good girl, love. Did such a good job doing as I say.” She finally complied, hitting deep inside of you only to pull out almost entirely. The headboard slammed against the wall in front of you, creating a dent that Scarlett made a mental note to have fixed. Your moans filled the room covered in the stench of sex, your wife wished she could play them on repeat for hours. Heavy breaths escaped her every time she moved, the sound being vocalized right next to your ear. You could hear the small whines that left her, you could hear everything.

“God, you’re so damn sexy. Want to cover this beautiful body with my marks, show everyone who you belong to.” She took hold of the necklace she had gotten you that was splayed across your chest. It had her name written in gold cursive, it had to be your favorite gift of the day.

“You see this?” She started, “This is my name. Mine. And I want you to wear it every goddamn day so everyone will know you’re mine. All fucking mine.” She connected her lips with yours, the small hint of your juices from earlier lingering around and hitting your taste buds.

“All yours.” You mumbled, receiving a smirk from the slightly older woman. She took hold of your thighs and pushed them forward to touch your stomach, reaching deeper inside of you and causing your legs to shake.

“Oh fuck! Yes, right there!” Your hands went to play with your nipples, hoping to throw you closer to the edge.

“Yeah? Did I hit that nice little spot inside of you that gets you all dumb for daddy? Such a cute whore for me, and only for me, right?” You nodded along with whatever she said, only focusing on the immense pleasure she was giving you. She decided to let it go just this once, instead choosing to admire your blissed-out face.

“I can hear just how wet you are for me, doll, you��re fucking dripping.” Her thighs shined in the small bit of light illuminating the room, being drenched in your slick as she rammed into you harshly.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl, I love you so much. Daddy loves you, princess, she loves you so much.” You basked in the short, sweet moment and pulled her into you, licking the shell of her ear before whispering gently,

“Show me how much you love me, let me cum. Let me make a mess all over your dick.” Her eyes fluttered shut as she contemplated her options. This was supposed to be a punishment, she was meant to deny you. But the way you spoke so heavenly into her ear made her want to fulfill your request more than anything.

“You can hold it a little longer, right? Can you be my good girl, or do you only know how to be a cock-drunk slut?” Your back arched off the bed, your release nearing. You knew you were incapable of waiting, you already had long enough. But you wanted to make it up to her, to do what she had asked of you.

“No, I can’t! I really can’t, daddy. It’s too much!” She shook her head in disagreement, making you shed tears you didn’t know were threatening to come out.

“Just a little longer for me, okay? Can you do that?” You agreed with no plans of actually following through. She wasn’t going to stop anytime soon, you both knew that.

“I can’t! I need it, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything- Ah! Just, please fill me up!”

“Yeah? You want me to cum deep inside this tight pussy? Maybe you’ll get pregnant too, be all round with my pups. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Your mind was fuzzy and blank, the only thing you were able to think of was her. Her voice. Her words. Her touch. Everything she did got you closer to breaking her rules.

“Mhm, I want it, I want your pups. I need you filling me up every second of the day.” You mumbled out incoherently, a grin finding its way to your wife's face.

“I will, baby, I fucking will. I’ll make sure you’re dripping in my cum every morning and every night, I’ll never waste a drop. You would make the perfect housewife and the perfect little mommy.” The fake cum shot deep inside of you, occasionally spilling out of your hole. She moaned as if she could actually feel it, like she could feel your walls clenching around her. You let out a silent scream and bit the pillowcase next to you, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.

“Don’t hide your moans, love. Daddy wants to hear every sound she can get out of that whorrish mouth.” Her mouth placed itself on your breasts that were calling out for her. She sucked as if there was milk coming out, teasingly biting the hard bud to pull a reaction out of you. The coil in your stomach snapped, your juices spurting out of you and hitting her lower stomach. She hadn’t permitted you, yet it was too hard to stop it. You hoped she wouldn’t mind, that she’d let it go and continue to fuck you all night long.

“That’s it, cum for me. You’re so fucking hot, I’ll never get tired of watching you squirt all over me.” She sloppily fingered your clit, laughing at the way you tried to clench your legs closed.

“Awh, don’t get all shy on me now. I want to see this wet little pussy just dripping in my cum, can’t you just give daddy this one thing? After she’s been so nice to you today.” She pouted innocently, forcing your legs back open with her long, veiny hands. You were so sensitive, it hurt just for her to touch your inner thigh.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s alright. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” You hugged her close to your chest, whimpering as she started to pull out.

“It’s okay, let’s just wait a minute. Does that sound good?” You nodded, hiding your face into her neck and sobbing quietly.

“I didn’t hurt you, right?” She was panicked, the last thing she’d ever want to do is harm you in any way.

“N-no, you didn’t hurt me. ‘M just sensitive.” She let out a small sigh of relief and refused to let you go, keeping you in her arms like you were her life support. Your eyes were droopy as sleep was invading your senses, only to be pulled back to reality as Scarlett hoisted you onto her waist. She was careful not to hurt you and gently placed you down on the side of the tub, moving to rid herself of the strap-on attached to her hips and to grab a wet cloth.

“This might sting just a bit but I promise it will be over soon.” The fabric made contact with your cunt, a small burn following. Your hands instinctively made their way to her shoulders, biting your lip to suppress any sounds that would follow.

“There, all done.” You had already brushed your teeth and gotten yourself ready for bed earlier and now were being carried to your shared bed. She let you down gently, tucking you in under the pile of blankets before sliding in next to you. Her arms went around your form, hugging you tightly and catching a whiff of a familiar scent.

“Are you wearing my perfume?” Your small giggle and no response were all the answers she needed as she let out a laugh of her own before kissing your forehead.

“You’re adorable, baby.” She said, “Happy Birthday, I hope I was able to make this day perfect for you.”

“You just being here was the greatest gift I could’ve ever asked for. Thank you, you really know how to make someone’s day.” She could tell by the yawn you let out soon after finishing your words that you were close to falling asleep.

“I try. Now, get some rest, baby. You were so good for me tonight, I’m so proud of you.” You smiled drunkenly, letting out yet another yawn before speaking one last time that night.

“Love you so much, Scarly.”

“Love you to the moon and back, darling.”

Taglist: @obsessedwithhereyes @boredandneedfanfics

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katiesbowlcut · 5 months

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hiii i saw u needed requests to blurbs/ headcanons so here i am 🤭 could u write julien x reader where julien has a crush on a random youtuber (that like talks about books and stuff) and phoebe and lucy makes fun of julien bc she wasn’t this type of person before and then one day this bookworm youtuber says that she’s going to a boygenius show and julien tries everything to meet reader?

pls and thank u

i hope this isn’t too long

julien baker x yt!crush ღ

format: blurb

warnings: none!

a/n: i literally fell in love with this the second i saw it omg it’s so cute<3 been working on some anxiety comfort ideas but can’t choose a member of muna or boygenius to do first so if there’s one anyone would like to be first please do request it!! thank you so much for all the likes on my stuff it means the world 💞

okay so, the boys are on tour but tonight is a very special night for them becauseeeee… they have a night off!! they go out, have some nice dinner then decide to just chill in the tour bus for the rest of the night because they don’t need to wake up extra early to go to their next tour destination

so julien is in her lil bunk (pls i can just imagine how snuggled up she is) and she is so beyond bored

so what do you do when you’re bored? you browse tiktok until you fry your brain!!

she’s scrolling on her fyp not really bothering to actually watch through any of the tiktoks she's starting, that is until she sees…you

she mutters a barely audible “woah”

within a minute she’s followed you and is now stalking your whole account

cut to around 20 minutes later and she’s holding her phone sideways (pretty close to her face but not that close that she can’t see) watching one of your youtube videos.

this spiral continues until she is that exhausted she physically can’t keep her eyes open anymore

for the next few weeks this is her new routine: getting ready for shows watching your videos, buying your favourite books online and reading them on her phone when she gets the chance. she never falls asleep without watching at least one of your videos & a few tiktoks

one time she’s watching your newest video after having to wait a whole excruciatingly long day, she’s got headphones in, she’s never been so relaxed until…

you say you HATE people who read books online

“just buy the real book? why can’t people put down their screens anymore” and you’re clearly not being serious as you laugh and continue to joke about how all millennials are just taller ipad kids

but julien? it is no joke to her. in an instant she has removed her online books and has planned to go to the nearest bookstore when she’s next free and buy them all ‘for real’

i feel like the moment phoebe and lucy find out is SO FUNNY like i can picture them all sat together before a show, lucy just talking about the most recent book she’s been reading when julien chimes in with “oh yeah i just finished reading that, so good”

silence fills the entire room… phoebe and lucy share a look of horror

“where’s julien and what have you done with her??” phoebe would joke absolutely cackling with lucy about it

this is where the ‘bullying’ starts and never ends!

somehow they manage to convince julien to give them your name so now all of boygenius + katie gavin follow you on tiktok AND instagram

after seeing this you obviously have to make a tiktok about it. your favourite band members of all time just followed you back! you continue to rant and rave about it in your tiktok, also choosing to mention that you are seeing boygenius the following week and how crazyyy it is that they have followed you for a reason unbeknownst to you

this causes julien to go into panic mode. she was going to be performing to you NEXT WEEK

jump forward a week to the show, it’s going great! julien spent the whole day checking your instagram to see where you were at and when you’d be arriving. there’s barely and service in the venue, so unfortunately, her last update was a photo of you in the queue (she definitely took a screenshot because you look amazing)

so, they’re around 5 songs into the show, then she spots you. you’re standing only one row back from the barrier. julien can’t help but stare because you look beautiful

phoebe and lucy take notice of this but play it off cool. they share a menacing look before phoebe leans into the mic and says, “so, anyone got a crush right now?”

julien swears she nearly puked the second she heard that.

the conversation drags on for what feels like hours to julien when in reality it was only really around 5 minutes, majority of it being taken up by the crowd screaming in response to their several questions about crushes

it goes quiet for a second

“jb has a crush… she’s actually here tonight” the crowd starts SCREAMINGGG. people literally praying it’s them (so real)

julien has now sat on the floor of the stage with her face completely buried in her knees, lucy is still standing in front of her microphone dying with laughter over how embarrassed julien is getting.

little did she know though, it was about to get so much worse!!

lucy had dmed you the night before and basically just told you that julien had like changed her whole personality because of her crush on you. she also very sneakily organised for you to come backstage after the show and meet for the first time ever!

PLEASEEE imagine LUCY DACUS messaging you randomly and telling you that JULIEN MF BAKER HAS A CRUSH ON YOU.

lil time skip to that but imagine julien stood there fiddling with her fingers while she waits for you because she’s so nervous

you asking her the best books she’s read because of you<33

i can perfectly picture lucy and phoebe just stood there like ‘😁’ before having an “oh shit” moment and realising they’re intruding LMAO

your first date is to your favourite bookstore btw

I LOVE SOFT MASCS. (i am one)

a/n: this is my first blurb ever 😮 i’m so sorry i didn’t see this until now! hope you liked it :) again please feel free to send any other requests you have i love munagenius 🫶

#julien baker #julien baker x reader #boygenius #boygenius x reader #live laugh love julien baker #I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHH #not proofread

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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idk if you’re still taking requests, but i would love somethin about hangman and his wifey getting caught by their teenage kid in the middle of sex and then getting absolutely grilled about it later because we all know they have jake’s sense of humor

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

you're both smarter than this. Really, you are. You both know better than to get busy in the kitchen on a Sunday morning.

but in your slight defense...your husband is Jake fucking Seresin. Not only that, but his beard is starting to get delicious gray hairs and he's letting it grow out just enough to make the delicate skin of your thighs clench.

plus, your son usually doesn't wake up early. he would wake up at noon if you let him.

so, against your better judgement, you let your husband bend you over the nice marble countertops you picked out a few years ago.

it's very romantic for a solid ten minutes. drenched in the early light of the morning, the scene is actually quite peaceful. the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, your husband is whispering your name like a goddamn prayer as he brings his hips against yours fluidly, and there's an old Carole King record spinning lazily in the living room.

you're so lost in each other, gasping quietly and muttering your affection for each other as he buries himself inside you just right, that you don't hear your son's thunderous steps down the stairs or when he calls out for you guys.

no, no...it isn't until your son genuinely screeches that the two of you look up and catch those wide green eyes filled with absolutely terror.

then of course it's you and Jake scrambling to get decent, trying hard to not traumatize your son even further, both of you blushing and stuttering excuses.

and then it's you and Jake looking at your son as he goes through all five stages of grief in mere minutes.

it may be early in the morning, but he is sure as Hell wide awake now.

"family meeting. now," your son says with all the authority of a parental figure, pointing to the living room.

and for some reason, you and Jake blindly follow him in there and take a seat on the sofa. you two have never been caught by your son--you feel a little out of your element.

you and Jake sit at opposite ends of the couch like awkward teenagers caught by their parents. your son paces before the two of you, hands clasped behind his back. for a fifteen-year-old boy, he could actually come across as much older. he was broad and tall like your husband, with an identical wit.

"what am I going to do with the two of you?" your son mutters disappointedly.

"we were just--!"

your son cuts you off with one sweeping motion of his hand, holding his palm up to you and turning his cheek. your cheeks grow red.

"oh, I know what you were just doing," he says. "don't worry, I won't forget it. neither will the therapist you're gonna pay for."

you purse your lips. Jake is shaking his head softly.

your son resumes his painting.

"and, really, I hate that I even have to say this, but--were you two being...safe?"

Jake breaks out in laughter and you gasp, furrowing your brows at your son who stares back at you incredulously.

"August Seresin," you reprimand, tutting.

he throws his arms up defensively.

"what?! it's a valid question to ask! you really want another me running around here? yeah, no thanks!"

that's when you finally break down laughing, too. you can't help it. it's an unfortunate situation, one you can honestly say has been one of your most embarrassing moments. but the three of you laughing about it makes the knot in your throat lessen.

"well, that oughta teach you to knock," Jake says with a smirk.

August glares at him.

"it's the kitchen! what, am I gonna have to knock before entering every room in the house?"

"well, unless you want a repeat of this morning, then yes," Jake sighs with a grin, crossing his arms over his chest.

your son is turning green.

"is there any safe space in this house? my bedroom?" your son looks near tears at this point.

your husband is only teasing--you know this. but August sure doesn't. you're fairly certain August is about to crumble to the floor.

"is nothing sacred?!"

"just your mama's smokin' hot bod--!"

"NO!" August firmly presses his palms over his ears and shakes his head. "I CAN'T COME BACK FROM THAT!"

here is my tag list!!

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬! 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲, 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛!

if you liked this, consider checking out my Jake x You story!

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cursingtoji · 8 months

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I hope it's okay to send another one of the cliches in! (I absolutely ADORED the Toji one you did! Perfection, pure perfection) I saw you wanted some Itachi and I feel like 23 is just so perfect for him. Maybe adding prompt 12 with it too? (Feel free to ignore if we can only send in one ask though!

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔

⊱ plus touching foreheads; The Clichés ™ event

note: bless you darling for giving me the chance to write for my beloved itachi

A warm night embraces you as you walk amongst the villagers with a basket of ingredients for your dinner. A million thoughts go by your head and you aren't quite aware of your surroundings until you focus on your path ahead and notice a familiar figure walking towards you.

You gasp once you notice who it is, dropping your basket.

"Itachi?" panic threats to take over you, he can't be seen here, yet no one else seems to have noticed the most wanted ninja standing in the middle of the busy street.

"Hello, angel."

"Am I in a genjutsu?"

"No," he leans, taking your basket from the ground and handing it back to you, "But everyone else is."

"Isn't it too risky?" your eyes wander through his pretty features, realizing that it has been a few months since the last time he sneaked in the village to see you. Tonight he doesn't have his usual cloak, instead he wore a gray shirt and no bandana, you reached for his hair, brushing it away from his face.

Itachi takes your hand delicately, kissing your fingers, "You're worth it."

You take one step closer, touching his forehead with yours and breathing in his scent.

"I missed you" you confess, it's a weird feeling being so intimate to him in public, you can hear people talking around you, buying and selling goods, kids running, playing ninja, but you thrust his skills.

"I'm afraid I can't stay much longer, angel" he holds your hand tightly, his face is the same as the boy you knew years ago, yet his dark circles look deeper every time you see him.

"Let me take care of you, 'tachi" you beg, wanting nothing more than to take him home with you, have a bath, wash each other's hair, make tea and kiss every inch of him in a fresh bed, loving and being loved by him till morning eventually comes.

"There's nothing I want more" he confesses and you know it's true, but his tone indicates that will not be possible tonight.

"Promise me you will be back soon" you know it's hard for him to catch a break to come here, besides all the risk he takes getting into the village he still has to mislead his fellow akatsuki members so they won't find out about his Konoha love, making a potential target out of you in case things go south.

"I'll try my best" he brings both his hands to your face and takes his time admiring your face until his eyes eventually fall onto your lips, he misses your kisses more than anything else he had in konoha.

Your eyes close but right before he can kiss you he feels a disturbance, like someone is beginning to notice the genjutsu.

"Sorry, angel, I must go now" he lets go of you and you sigh, "I love you" you watch him walk backwards until he fades like smoke.

"Sensei!" you hear a yell and look over your shoulder seeing Naruto and the rest of team seven coming towards you, Kakashi looks around suspiciously.

"Naruto, hi" you greet and the boy begins to tell you about the mission they just came back from. You try to dismiss the look Kakashi has on you.

"Were you shopping?" Naruto notices your basket.

"Yeah, just some stuff for dinner" you open your basket to show him, but you're surprised by a bouquet of flowers lingering on the inside.

"Wow, is it a romantic dinner?" Sakura inquires.

"Now, now, kids, you gotta wake up early tomorrow for training” Kakashi claps once, making the kids whine. You look at Sasuke, noticing the similar features with the man that was there just a few seconds ago.

Sasuke meets your gaze, you dismiss the nostalgic feeling by ruffling his hair.

“Good luck, guys.”

see also: “what if someone see us?” + Jiraiya

#itachi x reader #itachi x you #naruto x reader #naruto imagines #itachi x y/n #naruto fanfiction #— the cliches ™

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hanrinz · 1 year

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rosie u have the biggest most sexiest brain ever im waiting for best friend rin rn ok

✩ ‧ ₊˚ CAN YOU SEE RIGHT THROUGH ME? — RIN ITOSHI.

content. fluff, 1.1k words, failed attempt at angst, ooc rin !!! not proofread / notes. my dear amora <33 no bc i have so many thoughts about best friend! rin 😮‍💨 how did this get so long T-T

his name on your contacts is literally 'bf rin<3' and it literally stands for best friend, he doesn't know that but let him dream, okay?

kidding it's just 'teal bitch' (i can't think of names tbh), unless...

anyways.

no cause i firmly believe he walks with you to school or rides the bus with u everyday, he'll always be at your home by 6 am and your mom always prepares breakfast always urging him to eat with the two of you. she would always scold you for not waking up early like rin.

always with the comparing.

but, hey at least your mom absolutely supports the both of you if ever did end up together. may or may not have already planned your wedding or anything (maybe even had a bet between the both of your parents) but you didn't hear that from me.

and he would judge you for every guy you have a crush on PLS, you'll be like: "that guy is kinda cute," and he would glance at the guy you were pertaining to, brows furrowing and giving you a side eye,

"tf your taste in men is lukewarm," excuse me?????!!!?? he thinks he looks sm better.

he would always hangout with you on the weekends always down to watch movies with you, horror of course bc what else could he possibly watch.

"hey, wanna watch a movie? i got a new horror one," sending him up a text as you ready your room for your movie date night.

"be there by 10," he would always reply, following up with a question. "chips or ice cream?"

you'll always pick the ice cream anyways, yk he likes it very much and he just buys both of it no matter what.

always with the bickering and you hitting him of some sorts.

"at least I wasn't dumb enough to get back to my ex, twice!"

"at least your brother follows me on my social media account!"

"fuck you??????!!!????" *he was crying*

sae would be so fucking done with rin, he doesn't care anymore. you and his brother hiding feelings for each other is so painful to watch anyway. probably the reason why he left for spain. (omg what is he doing here)

okay so your friends- scratch that everyone in your town practically wondering why the two of you haven't got together yet and like please they are all literally waiting for THAT day. best believe that everyone was so willing to help rin to confess to you. how did everyone know? a little birdie or a demon (shidou provoked him obv) which is more accurate may have possibly babbled it about to a person who's a chitty chatter and soon enough everyone knows.

and you might not notice it whenever you look away from him or when you're distracted, his eyes couldn't help but to look at every inch of your face or admire it. you don't know how he looks at your pictures every night, you don't know that all he needs is you beside him, you don't know how much he wants to just take you in his arms and tell you he can treat you sm better than that lukewarm piece of shit person you call your ex.

and you don't know that he had beaten your ex right on the face 11 months after your break up. he came into your home at 1:43 am with a cut lip and bleeding knuckles, you didn't suspect that it was your ex who had the honor to be met with his fist. you only scolded him, not to get hurt again, to stop losing his temper and picking fights.

he was sitting on the counter of your kitchen, laying his head on your shoulders, you in between his legs, as you caress his hair. and he likes to say something, to say so much more than a promise. and holds off for awhile, snuggling deeper into your neck, feeling his breath that has your skin tickling. your afraid he might hear the pounding of your heart right into your ribcage. taking a deep breath, shakily.

"rin, you need to go home," you whisper.

you were only met with silence, as you felt his hand intertwining with your free one.

"don't make me go," he says right into your ear. "just- just stay.."

and you couldn't really resist him, can you?

"okay. 'm not going anywhere," you stood still, your thumb drawing circles on his hands. "i'll stay... i'll stay, rin" you reassure.

something changed after that night, and you finally noticed all the signs. how rin was more of a different person to you and not just because he was your best friend. but because he had a feeling. now, his eyes would hold more meaning than his words would.

and it scared you.

how much all this time, you were pretty much blind and oblivious. because this was your best friend, the man who you had almost spent your whole life with. and he looks at you like a precious thing he doesn't deserve.

because finally all the love songs have meaning to it now. all the things around him remind him of you. and as much as he tries his best to mask everything he was feeling, it kept slipping down on his face whenever he was with you.

and confessing to you wasn't the perfect scenario he had imagined so many times, it was awful, he thinks. the rain was pouring hard and loud on the pavement. you were on the road, the same road you would always walk on the way home. all wet and soaked from the rain, you still look pretty. you were pretty.

"i like you," he said, it was almost like a whisper from all the noises. he's pretty sure you didn't hear him, but the way you were walking towards him with a smile adorning your beautiful face, he can't help to think.

did you hear it? is this really happening? he finally did it.

and it didn't occur to him immediately how your lips were pressing against his, all under the rain your hands caressing the side of his face. and he didn't waste anymore time, kissing you back with the same intensity. he can feel you grinning against his lips.

you pulled away, arms wrapping round his neck, "i like you too, rin itoshi," you said with elation, eyes brimming with tears.

"i like you a whole lot," you repeated.

he could only take your lips once again as if he would die if he wouldn't. fuck, he thinks he needs to hear you say it, again and again.

and just like that the mask he's been wearing all this time was gone.

"what took you so long, idiot?"

◞♡ something took over me while writing this, it's monday again i hope everyone has a great week ahead!

#roses ‘r rosie #rin itoshi fluff #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #rin itoshi imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock fluff #blue lock #rin itoshi #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin

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mikodrawnnarratives · 6 months

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TW IMPLIED CHARACTER DEATH

TW BLOOD

(Just like last time, it isn't really graphic but I'm tagging just so you know)

@naffeclipse

Part 1 | This is Part Two | Part Three | Extra

It. Probably won't need a part 4

I'm doing this all on one cps file so I sure hope so kjlfdkfljs

i'm at like- 750+ layers i'm so sorry my file

...there might be a part 4 but it'll be small sketches and aftermaths

Once again, long post under the cut:

I am not the only traveler, who has not repaid his debt.

I've been searching for a trail to follow again

Take me back to the night we met

- The night we met by Lord Hurdon

Alright, I didn't make too much of an effort to hide it but how many of you guessed it was gregory and how many of you didn't see it coming?

Gee I wonder who Gregory's companions are

Okay if you don't have a nugget of who these companions are then my rambling below makes it a little more obvious

Anyway, this little comic of self indulgence to mend my broken heart says "YO what if Gregory and other characters saved Vanessa like they did in canon"

It certainly would NOT be easy for Vanessa once she wakes up to that realization. But there are factors that make it a little bit easier for Vanessa to cope compared to other children.

Since Gregory and others proved they could fight and free her as Vanny, it gives her mind a little reassurance that they aren't completely helpless.

Plus, I like the idea of the GGY story (Dr Rabbit) existing as this au's equivalent of the same experience, that would mean Gregory has had his own bad experiences with Glitchtrap and so it wouldn't be like some random kid going against a threat he was unfamiliar with

She still distances herself a lot earlier on and the more time passes, the older Gregory gets, the less he looks and sounds like a kid.

Those make it much easier for Vanessa to stand being around them as time goes by. Earlier on, she only really interacted when absolutely necessary. But she did grow a small soft spot for them.

She remained pretty closed off about herself over the years and never delved too deep about her past. Ness left frequently for her own hunting jobs and at one point Gregory asked where she went. Somethings made it seem like these hunts weren't just random and different

He didn't get an answer of course. But later that day, Vanessa told him about Y/n. In vague terms. This is the most information he ever gets about Vanessa's past.

So Gregory's got no idea who to expect to see showing up to the gravestone ltr on and is just like

Gregory: cool, ur mysterious enough for it to be believable ur related to my mysterious older sister/mentor figure Wanna hear a story

Y/n: ...yes.

Forgive him his brain is ever so foggy from grief and no slep

Anyway, Y/n picked a day to visit Vanessa when they knew they were stable enough not to lash out and attack any humans that may happen to also be visiting the graves. They had eaten pretty recently but not so recent that they were vulnerable.

It's pretty early in the morning where it is still dark and the rain provides some more protection.

If you couldn't tell before, many MANY years have passed since Y/n has been human. Think somewhere between 20-30 years. And while, they still hate who they are now and aren't mentally okay, they've gotten a semi-solid understanding of their limits and what they can and cannot tolerate and when.

And, even though they are nervous, they can manage to have this conversation with Gregory for now.

Why are they talking to Gregory so willingly? despite the risks?

well

the next part will explain that

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jaemmphilia · 1 year

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★ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 ★ || b.c.

★ summary: y/n choi is a employee at jype offices, working in the graphic design department. having just broken up with his boyfriend, he finds himself enjoying the comfort of another man, one that he really shouldn't be enjoying...

★ characters: choi y/n, christopher bahng, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin

★ warnings: language, office sex, bj under the desk, sexual tension, oral (chris receiving), unprotected sex (pls wrap it before you tap it guys), spit, a bit of ass worship (have you seen the cake on channie??), chris being soft for reader, very sloppy kissing,

★ word count: ~6.4K

★ binnie’s thoughts: i literally had the idea of banging chan while i was in the shower and my friend just gave me ideas, so here i am writing this filthy shower thought, minors go away before i eat your homework, also this is way longer than it has to be, but i’m a sucker for details

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

Today could not get any worse, there was absolutely no way. If it got any worse, Y/N just might throw himself into traffic.

It all started the previous night. Y/N was getting ready for bed, knowing he had to get up fairly early for work. He was pulling on some sweatpants when his phone pinged and lit up on the bedside table to his left. Y/N leaned over and picked up the device, seeing a text from his boyfriend, Shinwon:

‘hey baby, im coming over, so unlock ur door’

Y/N rolled his eyes, but walked to the front door and turned the top and bottom knobs, the soft clicks indicating that it was unlocked. He took a few short strides to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a cold water bottle. He cracked open the bottle and took a sip, his eyes turning to the side as he heard his front door opening and closing. Shinwon flashed Y/N a smile as he stepped into the small, but cozy space. Y/N took a moment to admire his painfully average boyfriend of just two years and some months.

Shinwon Kang, a man that just radiates average energy. He was average height, average weight, just…average all round. If you asked Y/N if he’s ever lost Shinwon in a crowd, Y/N would just let out a huff of air that could be disguised as a guilty laugh. Y/N liked Shinwon, he really did, but he can’t imagine seeing himself with Shinwon in the long run. He's tried, and it always ends the same. The two of them have different outlooks on what they want in the future, and they’ve often argued about it.

Well, that next morning was no different. The two were laying in Y/N’s massive bed (that he really didn’t need, but it’s his apartment thank you very much), their limbs tangled together as their bare chests lightly grazed each other while they both came to. Y/N’s loud ass alarm had scared the life out of Shinwon, it always had. Y/N was the heaviest sleeper Shinwon had the pleasure of knowing. Y/N’s eyes began to close, but Shinwon lightly shook the male, his eyes shooting open and looking around frantically. Shinwon let out a breathy laugh and looked at the h/c haired male in his arms.

“You know, I don't see why we can’t move in together, we’ve been together for a while now.” Shinwon says, his words immediately waking up Y/N, who untangles himself from the taller male.

“Not this bullshit again,” Y/N muttered, standing up from the bed and checking his phone. He doesn’t know why Shinwon's statement makes him so moody, but it just does.

“Come on, babe, i’m not that bad,” Shinwon said, a playful pout gracing his features. He never understood his boyfriend’s hostility towards taking that next step.

“It’s not that you’re bad, I just don’t want us to move too fast,” Y/N said, not looking at the man behind him, not wanting to see the look on his face.

Of course Y/N felt bad for shooting down Shinwon's idea, but he absolutely dreaded sharing his personal space with another human. He hated doing it when he was in college, his roommate constantly invading his space and taking his things without asking. He was only willing to share his space with his cat, Domino (who isn’t fond of Shinwon, which is a red flag, honestly).

“We’ve been together for almost three years, I don't think we can move any slower.” Shinwon mutters, a sigh leaving his plump lips, his playful pout no longer showing on his face.

“I’m not having this conversation with you, Shin, I have to get ready for work.” Y/N shuts him down as soon as he gets the chance, standing up from his seated position and stretching his limbs.

“Then let’s just break up,” Shinwon says quietly, not really sure why he said that but his voice is loud in Y/N’s ears. The words replayed in his mind. “since you obviously don’t want to take our relationship further.”

Did he really want this? The thought of breaking up with Shinwon had crossed his mind at least a few times before, but he would just shake his head and try to think about something else. Y/N is a non confrontational person, he doesn’t like being the one to start a conversation, much rather being the one to observe rather than engage. Y/N is known to have quite the temper, though. His face always contorted in a slight scowl, his brows constantly furrowed. It is often said that Y/N would “be more handsome if he smiled once every while.”

At this point, Y/N’s mouth began to move on its own, his mind not quite catching up to what his big mouth was spitting out.

“Fine, I guess that’s that, then.” he said, his voice taking on a cold tone, as he digs in his closet, finding his favorite striped button up, a gift from his mother that he cherishes dearly. She always knew what he liked.

“You’re not even going to try and fight for us?” Shinwon sat up, his voice going up in pitch, his peanut brown eyes going a little wide.

“What’s there to fight for?” Y/N said as he slipped on a pair of tight, black slacks. “we’ve had this conversation how many times now? and you still don’t get that I don’t want to move in with you?”

“I can’t believe you, Y/N! I really thought we had something special here!” Shinwon said, getting up from the bed, and throwing on his clothes that he tossed on the floor once the two got ready to settle down for the night.

“Can I be honest?” Y/N said, finally turning to meet Shinwon’s eyes. Y/N ran a hand through his messy hair, his face unreadable. Shinwon looks at y/n, motioning for him to go on, to add more salt into this wound.

“I never really saw myself being with you, long term.” Y/N said, finally letting his feelings out, feelings he held back for months now. He felt a weight being lifted off his chest and shoulders. What shocked him the most was that seeing Shinwon’s hurt expression didn’t make him feel bad. Y/N wouldn’t consider himself a sensitive person, but he also wouldn’t consider himself to be a total asshole, either. He just had a serious case of Resting Bitch Face.

“You’re a total dick, Y/N, I hope you know that.” Shinwon spat out, his teeth gritted as he glared at Y/N, his narrow eyes full of sadness and anger. The taller male grabbed his phone and stomped around the apartment before slamming the door, leaving Y/N in painful silence. The male just decided to push his feelings deep down where no one could get to them, and decided to feed his cat.

The ride to work is quiet for Y/N. He doesn’t bother turning on the radio, deciding to let his mind run for a bit. He wonders if he made the right decision, maybe he was a bit too harsh with Shinwon? He shakes his head, sighing as he parks his car. He'll ask Seungmin once he gets inside. Actually, asking the younger male was a horrible idea. Maybe he’ll ask Felix instead. The freckled boy could do no wrong in Y/N’s eyes.

As soon as Y/N walks into the large building with way too many windows to be considered normal, his department's boss is flagging him down with a wave. Y/N sets his bag down by his desk and walks over, bowing slightly, and the chubby man begins to talk.

“Good news, Choi, you’re moving departments temporarily.” the older man says, clapping a rough hand on Y/N’s back, making the smaller male cringe. Once Y/N recovers from that mildly painful smack, his eyes go wide in disbelief.

“Hold on, what do you mean ‘moving departments temporarily’?” Y/N asks, his jaw going slack as his mouth hangs open. How in the world was he supposed to gossip with his three gremlins, plus Felix, if he’s not in the same department with them?

“It means exactly how it sounds. you’ll be switching to the producing department and you’ll be working with Mr. Bahng from the production department on a project that requires your expertise.” the older man says, a bright smile on his wrinkled face, as if his words were supposed to make the shorter male feel better.

It’s a well known fact that the production team and the graphic design team often butt heads when it comes down to projects. The production team is full of cocky bastards who think they’re better because they get to actually produce music rather than create the art that becomes the face of the album, track and various merch items. The graphic design team is full of petty people with pretty faces who think they’re better because they create the visual art behind the music. Y/N couldn’t give two shits. He just wants to get paid doing something he actually likes.

It couldn’t be all that bad, right? Y/N has only heard good things about Chris, and the two have had a few interactions at office parties during the holidays, and various birthdays at expensive bars. Chris is, to put it lightly, drop-dead gorgeous. He looks like he was molded by the angels above. They definitely took their time with him, making him the most godly man to walk this miserable earth. Y/N heard stories of Chris helping newbies feel safe at the company, making them feel like they had a place of belonging. Y/N didn’t get that treatment when he started, he got stuck with a rude ass puppy, an innocently sneaky fox, a little chicken with freckles, and a dramatic ferret with long hair.

“Uh, okay, cool,” Y/N said, not really sure how to respond to this sudden news. It was only for a short period of time, right? He could easily survive that, no doubt. He's got this, his four children will be fine, he’ll put Felix in charge.

Yeah, this is not going to work. He can’t do it. Chris is too much for his soul. Chris is too sweet for his own good.

Once Y/N made his way to the production department building, he was greeted by a smiling face with the deepest dimples and a mop of thick, curly blonde hair. Since when did Chris have blonde hair? It must have been a while since the two have interacted, because Y/N remembers Chris having curly, deep, chocolate brown locks. He would never admit it out loud, but the things Y/N would do just to run his hands through the dark locks, tugging lightly as Chris bites his–

“Hello? Anyone home?” a chuckle snaps Y/N out of his trance, his eyes wide and staring directly at Chris. Chris doesn’t seem phased by Y/N’s intense stare, a bright but nervous smile on his chiseled face.

“Sorry, I just spaced out for a second,” Y/N finally replies, a light warmth filling his cheeks and ears, a tad bit embarrassed by his own thoughts. He knows he shouldn’t be having these thoughts, he just broke up with his long-term boyfriend less than two hours ago. A part of him is glad mind readers don’t exist, because he would have to dig a hole and crawl inside if Chris heard what he was thinking about.

“No worries, mate, it happens to the best of us,” Chris replies, flashing his million-dollar smile at the shorter male once again. The sight alone blinding Y/N and filling his stomach with obnoxious fluttering. (if only seungmin were here to capture this glorious moment.)

“So, do you know why I requested your help specifically?” Chris asks, the question once again stopping Y/N in his tracks. Chris requested his help? Why would he request Y/N’s help when Hyunjin was one, if not the best, of the graphic design team? The man pretty much lived and breathed art.

Of course, Y/N loved art as much as any other artist, I mean, he went to college for it, for crying out loud. Again, why did Chris ask for him?

“I, uh, actually had no idea you requested me specifically,” Y/N finally speaks after a moment of silent contemplation, his own e/c eyes looking up to meet deep brown ones.

“I admire the work you did for the most recent album that was put out. The colors really went together to tell a story, and I could use something like that for the project I'm working on now," Chris says, his hand finding its way to Y/N’s shoulder, touching gently, almost feather-like. The gesture is strictly friendly, but Y/N can’t help the way his skin burns under Chris’ touch.

“Oh,” Y/N says, truly at a loss for words. “that actually means a lot, thank you, Mr. Bahng.” Y/N can feel his cheeks heat up, not used to receiving praise quite like this. It feels nice coming from Chris.

“Just Chris is fine, I don't particularly care for formalities,” Chris says, his hand removing itself from Y/N’s shoulder, and Y/N feels like he can finally breathe again. First name basis, huh? Y/N can’t help but wonder how such a cocky department has such a sweet leader such as Chris.

“Besides, we’re friends, right?” Chris adds on, and if Y/N had a drink, he would have spat it all over the place.

Were they friends? It feels like a gray area, honestly. Y/N and Chris have spoken a total of two times, and their conversations were just shy of casual coworker talk. So where is he getting the term “friends” from? Y/N thinks back to his friends in the graphic design department. What would they do in this situation?

The better question is, what would Felix do in this situation? Felix, ever so level headed, Y/N’s precious chicken little (it’s best not to dwell on what the other three demons would do because it would end in chaos no matter what, especially Seungmin).

“Yeah, sure, we’re friends,” Y/N replies, hoping his voice doesn’t crack and expose the nerves he’s feeling deep in his gut. Being friends with Chris was never something Y/N ever considered happening during his 4 years of working at JYPE offices. Chris was known for sticking to his close knit group of friends, only one of them being familiar with Y/N.

Lee Minho, the most cat-obsessed human being known to man. Minho is known to text Y/N asking for pictures of Domino, and often sending pictures of his own cats in return. Minho saw a photo of Domino sitting on Y/N’s desk, and the male gasped, grabbing the picture without thinking. He gushed and cooed at the picture, immediately asking for the cat’s name. Y/N, in a slight state of shock, told the male his pet’s name.

“Give me your number right now, I have to see more pictures of this precious baby!” Minho had said, and Y/N complied, honestly finding the entire interaction quite amusing. Now, the two often exchange pictures of their felines, and tend to engage in regular conversation.

The moment Y/N stepped into the production team’s department, he could feel everyone’s eyes on him. Some envious, some condescending, and some surprised. It wasn't often that people from the separate teams crossed into each other’s side of the building. Y/N can’t help but duck his head down at the looks he’s receiving, following close behind Chris, and walking into the male’s personal office. Once the males walk into the office, they’re met with a loud, gravelly screech, and an equally loud scream that is higher in pitch. Once Chris finds out that it’s just his friends, Jisung and Changbin, he stands there, his arms crossed, his biceps flexing and causing his already tight shirt to cling to his unblemished skin. His expression is amused, his left eyebrow cocked upwards as he shifts his body weight to one side, watching as Jisung and Changbin pretend that they weren’t just digging into the food Chris ordered specifically for himself and Y/N.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Chris finally speaks, his expression remaining the same, except a slight smirk has found its way onto the blonde’s face. Y/N watches from beside Chris, attempting to be subtle with his staring.

Something about the way Chris looks right now is making Y/N’s body heat up. The expression on his face, the way he’s standing, the way his arms bulge against his black button up. Y/N can’t help but imagine those very arms caging him in and making him feel small, as Chris snaps his hips at a brutal pace, hitting all the right places inside Y/N.

“It’s totally not what you think! it was Changbin’s idea!” Jisung wails, pointing an accusatory finger at the shorter male next to him. Changbin lets out an offended gasp, lunging at Jisung, his hands attempting to wrap themselves around the younger man’s neck before Jisung can get away.

Y/N lets out a soft laugh, covering his mouth with his hand, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. The entire interaction is quite amusing, you can tell these three grown men are nothing short of siblings that love to torture each other endlessly.

Chris stops looking at the two idiots trying to kill each other and turns his attention to the h/c haired male at his side, the soft laugh immediately imbedding itself in his brain, and traveling to his gut, a fluttering feeling taking over his body. Hearing the soft noise that came out of Y/N was one Chris will refuse to forget. Chris allows a soft look to take over his features, hoping he doesn’t get caught with hearts in his eyes. He just likes Y/N so much. The blonde is always looking forward to the various outings the company has, hoping to catch Y/N there. Every time there was an outing, Chris was often stopped by other people, conversations he wasn’t interested in distracting him from finding that one person he so desperately wanted to talk to. At the office Christmas party, he was lucky enough to catch Y/N alone, attempting to start up a conversation with said male. Chris, being ever so shy, struggled to keep the conversation going, nervously sipping his eggnog, while Y/N’s eyes often avoided looking at Chris (it was painfully awkward, Seungmin laughs every time he remembers the interaction, Felix has to tell him to stop teasing Y/N).

Chris has made it his mission to get close to Y/N, not wanting any more awkward interactions with him, which is why he requested Y/N’s help for this project. Chris knows he doesn’t really need Y/N’s help, but it was Minho’s genius idea to get Y/N closer to him.

“Hyung, if you keep staring at Y/N-hyung, your eyes will get stuck like that!” Jisung says, snapping Chris out of his lovesick puppy trance. Chris’ eyes go wide before he snaps his head towards Jisung. Jisung visibly pales before he’s booking it out of the office. Changbin throws his head back slightly, letting out a cackle that would put a hyena to shame.

Y/N’s own e/c eyes go wide at what Jisung said, his face and ears getting warm. He hadn’t even noticed Chris staring, too busy laughing at Changbin and Jisung. Was Chris really staring at him, or was Jisung just trying to cause a distraction so he could make a clean getaway? A large part of Y/N wishes Chris was staring.

“You should’ve seen your face, hyung! Damn, that was priceless!” Changbin keeps cackling as he walks out of the office, his hands carrying the food he was attempting to steal before he got caught.

Chris brings his hands to his temples, massaging them with his fingers. He lets an annoyed sigh fall past his lips. Those two are going to give him gray hair one day. Chris turns towards Y/N with a shy smile.

“I’m so sorry about them, they’re both massive pains in my ass.” Chris says, his hand rubbing the nape of his neck, a chuckle bubbling from his chest. Y/N waves a dismissive hand at Chris, a small smile on his face.

“It’s no worries, I know your pain,” Y/N says, looking up at Chris with a slight tilt of his head. “I have three pains in my ass, they’re constantly fucking with me.” Y/n rolls his eyes, with a shake of his head, his fringe falling in front of his eyes slightly.

Chris’ body reacts on instinct, his hand coming up and brushing the hair out of Y/N’s face, a soft, loving expression on his face. Y/N freezes, his eyes widening for the nth time that day. The look on Chris’ face is one he’s never seen before. a look of admiration and want. There’s lust swimming around in those deep brown eyes, Y/N can’t deny it. Chris’ eyes glance down at Y/N’s lips, then back up at his eyes. Chris chews on his bottom lip, as if he’s thinking about something. Finally, he speaks up and those words alone nearly bring Y/N to his knees.

“Can I kiss you?” Chris whispers, his minty breath fanning Y/N’s face, and Y/N gulps, nodding just a bit, not really trusting his voice.

“No, I need to hear you say yes or no,” Chris says louder this time, his voice taking on a commanding tone. Hearing Chris speak like that makes Y/N’s legs weak, his mind clouded with thoughts of Chris and Chris only.

“Yes, please kiss me, Chris,” Y/N finally replies, his voice coming out as a desperate whisper. He feels a warm hand on his cheek, the hand lifting his head up slightly. Not too long after, Chris’ lips are on his own. Y/N’s eyes flutter shut as he leans his body closer to Chris, their lips molding together.

Kissing Chris is everything Y/N has ever dreamed of and more. Chris takes charge of the kiss, his plum lips moving against Y/N’s, ever so gentle. Kissing Chris feels natural, like Y/N was made to do this. The kiss becomes more firm, and both of their mouths open, their tongues wrapping around the other, becoming messy quite fast. Chris wraps his free arm around Y/N’s waist, pushing the smaller male backwards until Y/N’s back hits the edge of Chris’ desk. Y/N doesn’t hesitate to hop up a bit, now sitting on the desk as the two males finally pull away to breathe.

Chris walks around the desk, standing in front of his black chair. Y/N watches his every move, his breath hitching when he sees Chris beckon him with just two fingers, making a “come here” motion. Y/N complies, hopping off the desk before making his way to the taller male, standing in front of him. Chris’ arms find themselves wrapped around Y/N, tugging the smaller male flush against his muscular body. Chris is drunk off the feeling of Y/N’s body against him. He craves more, he wants to see and feel the smaller male's skin against his own, his hands are itching to touch and grab.

The pair resumes their makeout session, their hands touching all over each other, pulling at too-tight clothes, but neither of them making the effort to remove their clothes. Chris pulls away from Y/N for a second, before his lips make their way to his neck, latching onto a spot just below the right side of Y/N’s jaw. Chris peppers light kisses around the area, the sound of Y/N’s soft hums hammering in his ears. Chris plants his body in his chair, pulling Y/N down with him, the h/c haired male plopping down on Chris’ thick thighs. Y/N automatically wraps his arms around Chris’ neck. his fingers find comfort in playing with the blonde locks at his nape. Chris goes back to kissing and licking Y/N’s neck, deciding that a red mark would look beautiful against Y/N’s soft skin. He has to stop himself from actually leaving a mark, remembering that they’re at work and if anyone saw the mark on Y/N, the entire building would gossip about it for the next year.

As Chris moves lower, his lips trailing from Y/N’s neck to the upper part of his collarbones, a knock stops him in his tracks. In a moment of sheer panic, Chris pushes Y/N off of him and motions for him to get under the desk. Y/N obeys, his own heart pumping heavily in his chest. He was in a state of lust, the only thing on his mind being Chris and the kisses he was leaving on his neck.

“Come in!” Chris calls out once Y/N is hidden completely under the desk, his eyes falling on someone from his department. He tries to keep his annoyance hidden as the person asks questions they totally could have asked someone else.

Y/N rolls his eyes, then his orbs land on the sight in front of him. Chris, legs spread, his beige slacks a little tight in the crotch area. With very little contemplation, Y/n raises up just a bit, getting closer to Chris’ lower body. With slow movements, he reaches up and tries to unzip Chris’ pants as quietly as possible. He's successful when Chris lets out a loud, albeit very fake, cough. Popping the button of Chris’ pants open, he pulls the black boxers down to sit under Chris’ balls, keeping the fabric out of the way.

Y/N can’t help but let his jaw drop. Chris has a really, really nice dick. It’s not crazy long, but still a good few inches, and fairly thick. Not very veiny, and the tip is a nice shade of nude pink. Y/N’s mouth nearly waters at the sight. Just like the rest of his body, Chris’ dick is nice to look at.

Y/N hears the door close just as he wraps his lips around the tip of Chris’ dick, finally that loser is gone. Y/N begins to suck on just the tip, looking up through his lashes, making eye contact with Chris above him. the bigger male’s mouth is parted slightly, short breaths coming from him. Y/N raises his body up just a bit more, sinking lower on Chris’ dick, taking more of the length into his warm mouth. Chris lets out a soft groan, his head lolling back as he digs his nails into the armrests of his chair. It’s honestly too much for him, he feels like he could explode right now if Y/N keeps going. Chris is about to pull Y/N out from under the desk so they can get down to what they both want so desperately before someone barges into his office. Only three people are confident enough to do that.

Minho lets himself into his friend's office, looking around for something. Minho's eyes fall on Chris, his eyebrow cocking upwards suspiciously. He decides not to question it right now, there will be time for that later.

“Have you seen Jisung? Last I saw him, he was in here with Bin,” Minho says, crossing his arms, looking at Chris, his expression not changing once.

“I, uh, no,” Chris coughs out, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “I mean, he was here with Bin, but neither of them are here now.” Chris tries again, sitting up straight, praying to every god out there that Minho doesn’t catch on to what’s happening under the desk. Y/N uses his hand to stroke Chris’ dick, his mouth occupied with the tip. His tongue swirling around the tip, his head bobbing slightly, his own spit sliding down his chin as he continues. His lips pouting as he slips the tip of his tongue against Chris’ slit. Chris tries his hardest not to bust in Y/N’s mouth, his leg bouncing to distract himself.

“Huh, well, I guess I’ll go look somewhere else,” Minho says, and a devious glint flashes in his eyes, making Chris sweat more than he already is. “tell Y/N to drink some honey and tea once he’s done.” Minho winks and leaves the room before Chris can say anything to deny what Y/N’s doing.

Y/N let out a surprised noise, pulling away from Chris’ hard length, his wide eyes locking with Chris’ own wide eyes. There isn’t a moment to feel embarrassed, so the two just laugh it off.

“I wonder how he knew you were under there,” Chris says, this thumb swiping against Y/N’s chin to wipe the spit that is left there. His eyes not leaving Y/N’s, he puts his thumb into his mouth, tasting the liquid. Something in Y/N’s gut clenched as he watches Chris lick his saliva. He climbs out from under the desk, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the side to be forgotten. Chris’ eyes don’t leave Y/N’s movements for a second, his bottom lip getting caught between his perfect teeth.

Y/N plants himself on Chris’ lap when his shirt is discarded, his arms making their way around Chris’ neck, tugging the older male to his chest. Chris brings his large hands to Y/N’s hips, his lips connecting with Y/N’s prominent collarbones. He bites at the skin there, licking over it to soothe the slight burn. Y/N lets out a soft hum, his hips grinding forward a bit, his own hard on coming in contact with Chris’. The two males groan at the sensation, the both of them loving the way it felt.

“Oh, fuck,” Chris nearly gowls out, his voice gravelly from arousal. Y/N just laughs a little, swirling his hips in short circles, his clothed dick rubbing against Chris without fail. Chris decides that they’ve had enough of this half-assed foreplay, so his hands work on getting Y/N out of his slacks and boxers.

Once the two of them are fully naked they make out sloppily, the two of them spitting into each other's mouth back and forth. Their mixed saliva drips onto Chris’ chest, slowly running down his broad chest all the way to his washboard abs. Y/N’s tongue comes out to lick his plump bottom lip, his eyes not leaving Chris’ once. Chris, finally deciding that he’s had enough teasing, pulls away and lifts Y/N up by his hips. Y/N holds his body up, using Chris’ broad shoulders as leverage. Chris uses his free hand to rub the soft skin of Y/N’s ass cheek. He then brings his hand up and slams it down on the skin, causing Y/N to let out a gasp, his body jerking forward at the impact. Chris lets out a mischievous laugh, before he rubs the skin that’s already turning a soft red.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” Chris says, chuckling at the adorable pout on Y/N’s soft face. Chris puckers his lips before placing a gentle peck on the smaller male’s pouty lips.

Chris decides that it’s time to get to the main event. He taps two fingers against Y/N’s mouth, urging him to part his lips. Y/N obeys Chris’ silent command, parting his lips, allowing Chris to place the two digits on top of Y/N’s tongue.

“Now suck like the pretty boy you are.” Chris says, his voice low and husky, as he watches Y/N’s lips close around his fingers. Chris feels the wet muscle wiggle its way in between his fingers, the soft pressure of Y/N sucking being the only thing on his mind. Y/N lets out a hum that turns into a needy whine as his hips grind in small circles, his dick rubbing against Chris’ skin just above his abs. Chris chuckles once again as he watches Y/N desperately grind against his upper stomach, trying to get some friction while his mouth is occupied with Chris’ fingers.

“Are you not getting enough pleasure from humping against my stomach, pretty boy?” Chris asks, his tone mocking and a little mean. Hearing Chris speak in such a tone turns Y/N’s brain into mush. All Y/N can muster up is a whine, still continuing to suck on Chris’ fingers until the digits leave his mouth. Y/N wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, waiting for Chris’ next move.

“You’re getting impatient, aren’t you, pretty boy?” Chris teases, his wet fingers inching their way to Y/N’s hole. Chris circles his middle finger around the rim a few times before he’s pushing the digit in. He gets the finger all the way in and not long after, his index finger joins in on the fun, Y/N’s breath hitching at the feeling.

He is getting impatient. He feels like they’ve been touching and kissing for too long, he just wants Chris inside him like right now.

“Chris, stop teasing and fuck me already..” Y/N says with a desperate tone as Chris uses his two fingers to stretch the smaller male. Chris just snickers, his eyebrow cocking up, his lips turning up in a smirk, and Y/N thinks he could come just from the sight alone.

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you, pretty boy?” Chris asks, pulling his fingers out, grabbing his hard length and lining it up with Y/N’s hole. He pops the tip inside, his hands moving to grip Y/N’s hips. “then you better get to work, yeah?”

Y/N wastes absolutely no time, Chris’ words ringing loud like bells in his ears. The younger male sinks his hips down, Chris’ dick stretching him so nicely, his jaw dropping at the pain that feels too good. Y/N sits there for a moment, just getting used to having Chris inside him all the way. This is something right out of his wettest dreams, riding Chris until the two of them are shouting each other’s names, licking and biting tongues and lips. Y/N finally raises up, only the tip remaining inside him, and he slams back down, finding a pace that works for the both of them.

As Y/N bounces on Chris, the sweet sounds of skin coming in contact is loud in the medium sized office room. The two of them are too blissed out to even think about being quiet, but they decide to just kiss to keep themselves quiet enough.

Chris suddenly pulls away, and he starts to stand, his arms wrapping around Y/N, the two of them not disconnecting as Chris lifts the smaller male up. Y/N wraps his slender legs around Chris’ waist, the sudden movements catching him off guard. He doesn’t have time to question Chris before he feels Chris absolutely slamming his dick into him. Y/N hides his face in Chris’ neck, biting down on the male’s shoulder to keep from literally screaming. The tip of Chris’ dick hits the special spot inside him, causing him to see stars. As Chris moves his body, Y/N brings his hand down to wrap around his own length, jerking himself off in time with Chris’ thrusting.

It’s not much longer before Y/N feels Chris’ hips start to stutter, and his thrusts get a little sloppy. Y/N knows he’s about to cum, the way Chris’ face scrunches up a little and his jaw goes slack. Y/N is also getting close, his stomach tightening up as his hand moves up and down at a fast pace.

“Oh, god, pretty boy,” Chris groans, his blonde curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, his muscles flexing as he grips onto Y/N soft thighs. There will definitely be hand marks left on the skin when they’re all done. “can I cum inside you, please?” Chris nearly begs, his voice going up in pitch as he whines.

“Yes, please fill me up, Chris,” Y/N replies, throwing head back, exposing his sweaty neck. Chris picks up the pace once again before he slams all the way in, spilling deep into Y/N. Y/N finishes not too long after, white painting across Chris’ chest and abs. Y/N pouts a little, his wrist hurting from jerking it for so long.

The two sweaty males stay as they are for a moment, finally coming to terms with what they just did. Y/N chews at his bottom lip as he comes down from his high. Was this just a one time thing? Were they going to do it again? What does this mean for them as friends? Y/N’s head is swimming with questions and concerns, and he tucks his head into Chris’ neck, breathing in the man’s natural scent mixed with his cologne.

“Hey, don’t go falling asleep on me, pretty boy, we have to clean up.” Chris says, his hand rubbing slow circles on Y/N’s back, the gesture lulling the smaller man to sleep. Chris just chuckles before he reaches for a bag of wet wipes in the drawer of his desk. He finally pulls out, placing the sleepy man on his chair. He takes out a wet wipe and wipes off his chest and abs.

After they clean up and get dressed, Chris clears his throat and turns towards Y/N. He looks nervous, like he wants to say something, but his mouth just won’t move. Y/N tilts his head to the side, a curious look playing on his features.

“You look like you want to say something,” Y/N points out, hoping that will help the blonde gather his thoughts. Chris simply nods before speaking:

“Do you want to come over for dinner? As in, a date?”

#kpop x male reader #kpop x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x male reader #male reader #stray kids smut

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SAU LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 5

pairing; teen miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Manaia hates the weekend.

warnings/notes; manaia getting walked in on, CREEPY UNCLE WE ALL HATE EM YK. a little junior x manaia sibling moment 🥹 this was indeed proofread poorly. HA.

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Manaia had spent her Saturdays either working, cleaning or babysitting. Often, it was all three in that exact order. She'd wake up at 6 am and get ready for her job that paid absolute shit, and return home to a filthy house. Of course, her mother was no use. Her uncle that just moved in was no use. However, they'd complain about anything and everything not looking the way they wanted it to. Her other siblings who liked to be in and out of the house were also no use. And Junior, well, he is still a clueless child who's barely explored the world, let alone school. To Manaia, she'd admit babysitting was the worst of them all. Her mother and uncle were out, leaving an underaged child to look after another underaged child.

Now, if there was one thing more annoying than a Saturday full of deep cleaning, then there wasn't much to be excited about on a Sunday morning. At all.

For it to only be 6 am, it was too early for it to be this loud. Manaia groaned into her pillow, blocking her ears as she heard her mother's loud voice echoing through the walls. Her younger brother was hugging her arm trying to dwell more in dreamland, but they both found it useless as they were unable to fall back into slumber.

"Get up! Get ready for loku! [church]" the elder's voice rung through every corner of their small house.

"Mhh," Manaia got up, scratching her head in anger as the yelling turned into chants of her name repeatedly. "Okay, I'm up," she says to herself as a response.

She finds herself laughing as she watches her younger brother, Junior, consumed by all three thick blankets. So that explains why she was cold throughout the whole night, "Wake up, baby, we have to get ready."

"But I'm tired," the boy gets up and rubs his eyes, Manaia wraps an arm around his shoulder while smiling, "I know, but you'll see your friends at church the faster you get ready, yeah?" She tries to sway her brother.

He smiles immediately at the thought, "You're right."

"I always am, now go wake up Pele before mum starts yelling again," She laughs as her brother sulks at the thought.

Manaia had spent her sweet time looking around for the perfect dress to go with the sei Miguel had gifted her, but every dress she had was either too dark or too light to suit the colours she had. She dug further into her cupboards, squealing with excitement as she found the perfect puletasi.

Changing immediately, she sat on her bed and took off her top. Midway of changing without a single warning, the door swung open. Manaia yelped in surprise, wrapping her front with her blanket.

"Sorry, your mum told me to tell you to hurry up." A deep voice informed, a hint of smug in their tone.

She looks at the door and there stood a relative of hers. One she never liked. He was cocky, prideful, as well as a fucking creep. Manaia knew well to keep her distance.

Frightened to respond, she nods her head and mutters a small thank you.

"Where's my ofu loku? I gave it to you to iron."

"No, you didn't. You said put it in the wash."

"YOU- Kiuga, don't fuck with me right now."

Both latter's shut their mouth as a shout runs through the walls of the small house, "Kiuga! Siana and her kids are coming over so we can go loku together, did you puga the kipoki!?" [ boil the kettle? ]

Kiuga groans in annoyance looking over at David, "I thought I told you to- nevermind," he sighs, yet think nonetheless that standing and doing nothing about his problem would do anything, "Okay, find me a white button up and a black ie at least? I'm going to clean before Nai comes," he leaves the room.

Manaia could feel herself growing a migraine. She was stuck between a guy who seemed to be scared of using deodorant - who also had the choice to sit in the empty front seat - and a kid who did nothing but cry because his mother yelled at him and sent him death glares through the rearview mirror. It didn't seem to help when her phone was on 7% and her headphones were forgotten at home.

Her hopes of a good morning are high when their car is parked outside Kiuga's house. She wishes to run out the car and knock on the door, but is crushed when her mother demands she help Junior fix his outfit as it's stained with snot and tears. He would not have been crying if her mother had learnt not to be so aggressive in the morning. Or in general.

Her mother and uncle leave the car.

She sighs, her heart breaks at the sight of her brother looking up at her with teary eyes. Gently wiping his snotty face, she cupped his cheeks and gave him a comforting smile, "Are you okay, my honey?"

Junior shakes his head, hiccuping back a cough. His breathing slows down.

"It's okay not to feel okay, baby. Would you like a hug?"

Without an answer, he wraps his arms around Manaia's waist.

"Mum's a meanie," Junior whispers with a pout on his face.

"Mum's just getting old. She can be very impatient, she doesn't mean to hurt other people's feelings," she runs a calming hand up and down his back.

"Are you going to be mean to me when you're old?"

"No, Jay. I can never be mean to you," she sighs.

Manaia looks out the window, just as Kiuga rushes to the door of the car and opens it with a wide smile, "Manaia!"

He looks over to Junior who's engulfed by his friend's arms, "Hey, Jay," he says softly, he takes a seat beside Manaia. Placing an arm on her shoulder as he smiles at the small boy.

"You're a strong boy, you'll be fine," he ruffles his hair. Junior smiles through his tears.

"Where's David?"

"Right here!"

The three look over at the opened car door, the feeling of being squished together in a small car was no problem at this point in their life, this wasn't their first time doing so. David pushes Kiuga over, forcing his big form into the car.

Since young, Manaia wasn't fond of finding friends. Places like school, family gatherings, and drink-ups her mother would host were insanely too much. It was crowded and full of people. Church of all things were the worst. Something about teaching people how to live "right", don't do this, don't do that, would be drilled into their ass, only for sin to be penetrated right into their minds right after a sermon. Hypocritical kids who would make fun of her for having a mother who drank and drank, who all unknowingly had fathers that were long gone because of the same sitch her mother was in. Her older siblings were no help to her problem either. They only made things worse for her at home.

She had her baby brother. He was enough. He was everything.

Until two beaming families had joined. There, she was introduced to Kiuga and David. Two cousins who lived a few houses down from each other, but shared the bond of two siblings. Just like Manaia and Junior.

They hung out at church. They hung out at Bible studies. They moved to her school and grew even closer. And that was where they all met Sione. Her now, best friend.

Speaking of which, Manaia's phone dings.

Sione <3: Naia, can you bring those white chips you gave me last time? 😞😞 I'll come early to school if you do i swear

"You're only use your messaging app? Did you delete your socials again?" Kiuga asks upon seeing seeing Sione's contact name.

Manaia nods her head, "Only for a while so I can study properly without my mum complaining. Do not Disturb barely works on me because I end up going on my phone anyway."

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M.Ohara_99: Good morning, everyone. I hope you have a good service today at church. Blessings to the three of you.

A smile creeps onto David's face.

"Is that the girl you've been texting for a few months now?" Kiuga asks beside him. He shakes his head.

"Nah, just Mig being Mig," he whispers, hoping the mention of Manaia's small crush doesn't get her all flustered.

"You know.. she's wearing the sei he got her," David raises a brow, "I think you should show him."

The two whisper to each other, Manaia looks over to them in concern, "Are you okay?"

They nod their head and smile at her.

David intervenes in their moment of silence, "Oh Naia, can I take a photo of you wearing your sei? I just want to make sure I get the right one for my mum when I go shopping next week," he winks slyly at Kiuga, who which he rolls his eyes at.

Manaia agrees blindly, "Get Junior and I in it! Come closer, baby," she wraps her arms around his head and he's forcefully squished between her arms and stomach, nonetheless the boy giggles.

"And.. there! Thanks, Nai."

David hits send and grins evily at Manaia.

"What is it?" She asks.

"Nah, nah, nothing."

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David chuckles to himself at Miguel's reaction.

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"Ew! Get off, you're drooling on me!" Manaia squeals moving her shoulder as Kiuga groans at the interruption of his slumber.

"Sorry, what did I miss?"

"Nothing much," David whispers, "Pastor just mentioned another funeral we have to save money up for."

"Nothing much? Another funeral? David, that's so mean. That's so much to miss!" Manaia growls both the boys off for their behaviour.

"Who the hell died this time?"

Their voices were hushed down to a whisper as they sat at the back of everyone.

"It's so cold, why do they always blast the AC in here?" Kiuga comments.

"Cause everyone's too broke to have an aircon at home so they use it as much as they can-"

The three big AC's on the walls turn off.

"It's hot now, thanks a lot, Kiuga," Manaia says.

"How is it my fault!?" Kiuga bursts out as David and Manaia shake their head disapprovingly at him.

"I don't know, maybe God got sick of your complaining and turned the AC off for you to shut the fuck up."

"David, we're in church!"

"Ugh, it's so hot!" He leans back into his chair.

"If it's hot here, then imagine the heat in Samoa."

"Imagine the heat in Hell! If you three don't quiet down, I'll make sure you'll quiet down there!" An old lady that was sat right in front of them turned around, sick of their banter.

"Sorry, aunty," Manaia apologises, giving a toothy smile.

David groans, "Why couldn't it be her funeral we're going to?" He sneakily whispers to his close friends.

"David, don't be mean."

"I'm just saying."

"Manaia, I'm going to look so fucking good at this funeral. My chains and rings, all that shit."

"Kiuga, stop talking about it like it's a party. Someone died."

"Well everyone cries, then eats at the big ass table of food right after the service like it was nothing."

"Yeah," David chimes in, "Why go somewhere with a big feed and not look good?"

"...You're both right."

"When are we not?"

She shoves Kiuga in the side as he laughs.

Looking across the other side of the hall, she tries to spot her younger brother sitting with his friends. Smiling happily at the sight of Junior listening attentively to the sermon. She internally cringes at the sight of her uncle looking back at her.

Awkwardly looking anywhere but at him, Manaia focuses her attention back to the front.

"The hell is your uncle doing here? I thought he got deported." An annoyed Kiuga says.

"I thought he got deported twice back to Sa," David comments.

"My mum is letting him stay with us, don't know how long for."

"Speaking of your mum, where's Pele?"

"Home," Manaia says quickly, "She got into an argument with my mum this morning-"

"Are we going to ignore your creepy uncle just looking at you?"

"I rather just ignore him, stop looking his way-"

"If you three do NOT be quiet-"

@zdawg14 hi :>

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yn-bishop · 10 months

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Hi I saw you do Nadine Franklin requests! So happy absolutely love Nadine and people should definitely write about her more!

Could you do Nadine x Female reader who is Darians best friend but is the total opposite of him( very quiet etc) and maybe Nadine always had a crush on her and maybe when Nadine and Krista have the party Nadine and reader end up getting together and when they both wake up the next morning Nadine wakes up to find reader gone and she gets sad because she thought she scared her away but Reader is downstairs making breakfast for her and R is more flirty towards her now and she is like “ Well I had to get up early and make breakfast for my girl” and Nadine is a flustered mess ( maybe a bonus if Darian finds out and is like wow did not see that coming while Krista is like are you kidding I had to up with Nadine going on about her for years she didn’t actually pussy out!

Thank you for taking the time to read this request! :) it’s okay if you can’t do it!

Of course I can! I hope you enjoy it!

Party Gone Right

Nadine Franklin x Fem!Reader

“What are you doing?! I called dibs! And you said you weren’t going to drink until after soccer! You failed, failure!” Nadine yells at her brother, words slurred.

“I’m not drinking, this is orange juice, genius. And I’m not kicking my friends out because of some deal that I didn’t even agree too. How drunk is she?” Darian looks at his sisters best friend.

“I have had one drink, now get your friends out of the pool” Krista shakes her head at her friends words and holds up two fingers.

“No-“ Darian is interrupted when the sliding door is opened and closed, shortly followed by a girls voice.

“Darian, are you okay? What’s taking so long?” A soft voice fills the room causing the three of them to look at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Nadine’s just being an idiot” Nadine scoffs at her brothers words.

“I am not being an idiot. You’re being an idiot, you idiot. I called dibs 3 hours ago and you can’t just show up here unannounced with a bunch of random people” Nadine slurs out before realising who stands before her. Her eyes drift down to the shorter girls arms, then to her legs before finally wandering back up to her face, stopping again at her wet bikini.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I can leave if you want?” Y/n asks with an apologetic look.

“No, not you. I mean, you can stay but only you. The dicks out there need to leave” Nadine is quick to correct the girl before Darian flicks her head before walking back outside

“Sorry” Y/n mumbles quietly before walking outside, following her best friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel? You’re starting to piss me off with all this ‘oh my god, Y/n’s so beautiful’ and ‘oh my god, Y/n’s so nice, how is she even friends with an ass like Darian?’ It’s getting annoying” Krista tells her best friend with an annoyed glare. Nadine glares at her friend before running to the bathroom and chucking up her guts.

Nadine wakes up on the toilet only to see Krista asleep in Darian’s bed before she hears a noise coming from downstairs.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She asks when she sees the girl scrubbing the carpet.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Y/n asks the taller girl as Nadine shakes her head and sits next to her.

“No, why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Well, someone let Baxter in and he kinda, uh, you know, peed on the floor and Darian was already sleeping so, I figured I would clean it” Y/n responded as she continues scrubbing. Nadine stands up and starts throwing the beer cans in the bin before walking back over to the girl.

“I’m sorry about the party, Darian didn’t tell me about any of it. He just told me to come over so I thought we were just gonna hang out”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault” it’s only then that Y/n notices how close their faces are and she quickly leans in and presses their lips together in a soft kiss before pulling away just as fast.

“Nadine, I’m so sorry! I swear, I didn’t mean to do tha-“ she’s cut off by Nadine’s lips against hers once again.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long. You have no idea” Nadine mumbles against the other girls lips.

“I’ve been waiting just as long. Trust me”

Y/n wakes the next morning to the feeling of someone’s arm around her before she remembers the night before a huge smile appearing on her face. She gets out of the bed and puts one of Nadine’s shirts on, the shirt coming down to her knees then she leaves the room after pressing a kiss to the sleeping girls cheek.

Nadine wakes ten minutes later and realises the other half of her bed is empty. A frown appears on her face, realising that this was just a one time thing and she pulls her clothes back on. Nadine walks downstairs and her eyes widen in shock.

“You’re still here?” Nadine asks with a hopeful tone as she looks at the shorter girl.

“Of course I am. I had to make my girlfriend breakfast didn’t I?” Y/n walks over to the girl and wraps her arms around her neck, pressing her lips against hers in a soft and passionate kiss.

“Uh, what’s happening?” Darian asks as he and Krista walk into the kitchen.

“Wow Nadine. You finally grew up and asked her out. I can’t believe it” Krista smirks at the two as Y/n hides her face in Nadine’s shoulder and Nadine glares at the two of them.

#hailee steinfeld x reader #hailee steinfeld #hawkeye #marvel #emily junk #pitch perfect

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a life improver

As someone who works relatively long hours Monday - Friday and has traditional weekends off (and before I write another word in this post, I'll acknowledge that the drudgery of this is also a privilege, albeit a privilege that is wound tightly into the tangled web of late-stage capitalism)........anyway. As someone with weekends off and an intense M-F schedule, I hear a lot about the Sunday Scaries. I empathize, but I have ~~~~basically eradicated them from my psyche.

It's really simple. I avoid scheduling anything social from the dinner hour or later on Sunday, try to make sure all chores and house responsibilities are wrapped up by then too, and make sure I've got something very calm to look forward to on Sunday nights. My default is that I know I can smoke a little weed and do the Sunday crossword puzzle in bed with my wife. What a delight! It could be reading, it could be a phone date with a friend, it could be baking a treat, or doing yoga, or whatever. And sometimes it is those things. But I know that no matter what, a Sunday night will involve a smoke and a crossword, and I genuinely delight in it and anticipate it and look forward to it even as I'm trying to get as much joy out of the rest of the weekend as possible.

The other piece of the equation is Monday morning. I get up early before work to write most days, but Monday mornings are probably my most important writing time because I use it to kinda set the tone for the week. I don't need to dread my Monday alarm. My Monday alarm means "go feed the cats and drink coffee and write pornography about characters from Ted Lasso." Or "feed the cats and drink coffee and work on your novel." Or "feed the cats and drink coffee and do a random writing exercise." Having that buffer between the start of the week and the start of the workweek is key. My job is stressful but I often like it quite a bit, and making sure it isn't the first thing I'm confronted with on a Monday morning makes me resent it so much less than I otherwise would.

(I'll add that not having kids absolutely factors in here, in that I'm able to dictate my own use of my time with a lot more freedom than most parents have.)

I still have trouble sleeping on Sunday nights sometimes, but the reality of my workday is rarely as bad as anything I'm anticipating, and forcing myself to relax on Sunday nights and wake up early on Monday mornings to have time to myself has done sooooo much for just making me feel like it's my own fucking life, which I am the boss of. Work is an essential facet of my existence but it is merely one facet of many.

#about me #personal #sunday scaries

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York Household: Chapter 9, Part 10

In this part Kelly may be stood down from school for the day but that doesn't mean Aaron won't find them something to do.

CW: Mentions of body dysmorphic disorder and dysphoria

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Kelly had asked Joey to speak to their family about her identity and, once Joey assured her it was fine, she joined the family for dinner.

Calista: Cara, I heard you got in a few fights today

Kelly was so used to being called caro, while cara was used for her sisters, that it took her a moment to realise her ma was addressing her.

Kelly: Si ma

Calista: Can we say the second fight may have had something to do with you being a girl?

Kelly: *sighs* Si ma. The dung brain said only girls needed to know about periods and stuff so I got mad and stomped on her foot

Deanna: I think that’s a sensible response even if you were a boy

Aaron: Deanna! Violence is never the answer

Joey: You say that like you don’t want us to get arrested

Aaron gave Joey a look that could melt steel.

Joey: Sorry pa, bad joke

Calista: I'll call your school and talk to them about separating kids by gender, in this day and age it's stupid. How about the first fight cara

Kelly: What do you mean

Calista: You were having trouble in English. Do you want us to get some help

Kelly: *sighs* That jerk was saying I had dyslexia but he doesn’t know what goes on in my head

Aaron: Still, it’s better to look into help now so you won’t be hindered at university

Deanna: Pa, she’s only just started high school

Aaron: Never too early to start thinking of the future

Aaron: But if you don’t want to talk about it tonight we can fit it in tomorrow

Kelly: What do you mean fit it in

Aaron: You don’t think I’m going to waste a day you’re not in school do you?

Kelly: I was kind of hoping to crash on the couch and play some games

Aaron steps up and pulls Kelly into a hug despite her protests.

Aaron: Cara, your ma and I love you. Very much. But a shift like the one you’ve started won’t be a simple one. We want you to get all the help available. I'm taking a vacation day and first stop tomorrow is a doctor who specialises in adolescents

Kelly smiles and tries her best not to tear up in front of her siblings, she has a reputation as an evil sim to maintain.

Calista: Are you okay Kelly

Kelly: Si ma. I just… wasn’t sure how you’d all take… me

Calista: Oh cara, like your pa said, we love you. We’re your family. We’re always going to be on your side

Kelly: Even if I kill someone

Calista: *laughs* Please try not to kill anyone *whispers* although I have a feeling that your pa would absolutely be your lawyer

Aaron: *laughs* Well don’t just go encouraging her to be a killer

After a hug with Calista Kelly lets out a celebratory cheer.

Deanna does not wake up feeling well. She gets dressed but can’t be bothered putting her contacts in today, glasses it is. She grabs some leftover cake and goes past Kelly and Aaron, barely taking them in.

Aaron: What’s wrong cara

Deanna: I have a horrible headache and feel like poop

Kelly: You mean you feel as bad on the inside as you look on the outside

Deanna: Probably

Kelly: No retaliation? *sighs* Just admit you don’t want me to have fun today

Deanna: You should be at school gremlin but you got in fights. Excuse me if I’m unimpressed

Kelly and Aaron head off while Deanna contemplates a nap rather than homework. What use are good grades if you’re dead?

Kelly: Why am I seeing him

Aaron: Harvey said his son had a good time

Kelly: Pa no one has a good time at medical appointments

Aaron: *sighs* maybe not but he said it helped him, how’s that?

Kelly: Guess it’ll do. So long as he doesn’t try to un evil me

Aaron: Tell him about the trouble you’ve had in class

Kelly: Si pa

Aaron: And tell him your family support you being trans because he’ll want to know

Kelly: Si pa. Think you can stop telling me what to do now?

Dr H: Kelly York?

Kelly: Yeah that’s me, this is my pa Aaron

Dr H: Nice to meet you. I’m Doctor Xander Hanks, the psychiatrist here. Will you be joining us Aaron?

Aaron: Kelly wanted to do this by herself if that’s okay

Dr H: Perfectly fine but I’d like to bring you in at the end to discuss next steps if that’s okay with Kelly

Kelly shrugs and walks herself into the office, choosing the couch that most faces the door. Dr Hanks sits down opposite her.

Dr H: Let me tell you a bit about myself. Following medical school I-

Kelly: Don’t care about you

Dr H: We can skip the pleasantries if you prefer

Kelly: You talk weird

Dr H: Why don’t you tell me why you’re here today

Kelly: *shrugs and kicks foot* They kicked me out of school for a day

Dr H: They? Why did “they” do that?

Kelly: The principal got batpoop mad because I punched one kid and stomped on the foot of another, but they had it coming

Dr H: Do you often have trouble with your temper Kelly

Kelly: I’m a teen. You're a professional, don't you know we have trouble with everything

Dr H: Anything you’d care to share

Kelly: Well ma and pa wanted me to come because…

Here she pauses. As hard as it was to tell Joey who loves her, telling a stranger is a harder task.

Dr H: Why don’t you tell me about why you got in the fights

Kelly sighs and tells him about Roger, the kid who teased her about her struggles in English class.

Dr H: Why did that upset you so much

Kelly: I don’t know. I can usually take a joke, I’m the first to make a joke after my friend Fergus. I guess… I was a bit worried he might be right. I survived middle school but now the words are longer and smaller and they can jam together sometimes in my head. But I’m not crazy!

Dr H: I wouldn’t call someone crazy Kelly. It is possible you have an undiagnosed learning disorder. I can send you to my colleague after this visit for an assessment if you’d like

Kelly shrugs noncommittally and Dr Hanks continues.

Dr H: What about the stomped foot incident

Kelly: I was trying to talk to my best friend Anya about what she learned in health because they separate the class boy girl style. I was curious, I mean I’ve only heard a bit, and this other girl took offense at me learning because I was a boy so she complained loudly then I stomped on her foot. That just made her scream more

Dr H: Was she unaware you’re trans

Kelly: *defensively* How’d you know that

Dr H: Forgive me if I’ve overstepped. Your father used the pronoun her when he ushered you in-

Kelly: I know this outfit doesn’t exactly scream natural girl but…

Dr H: And you said you were a boy when the disagreement happened

Kelly: Oh…. Right, I did… Sorry. I’ve only just come out to my family it’s still... difficult

Dr H: You have nothing to apologise for. I find the term “natural girl” to be unhelpful when talking about gender. If someone is the gender they were assigned at birth, they are cisgender. If they are not the gender they were assigned at birth, they are transgender. Have you heard that language before

Kelly: Here and there. I mean my friend’s older sibling is… oh shoot he did tell me the term…. Non something…

Dr H: Nonbinary?

Kelly: That’s it! So technically he, I mean they, are trans?

Dr H: *nods* You’ve got it. There are many ways to be female, just as there are many ways to be male, or both, or none. Was this why your parents wanted you to see me?

Kelly: Sort of. I mean I know I’m a girl but *sighs* I don’t know what to do about it. Transitioning just seems so big

Dr H: Maybe talking it out can make it a bit smaller huh

The two discuss the situation a bit more and when Kelly feels ready Dr Hanks retrieves Aaron from reception.

Dr H: Your daughter certainly knows her own mind. You must be proud

Aaron: I am. She can be a handful but I am

Kelly: Being stubborn has benefits okay pa

Aaron: I know

Dr H: After this I’m going to send you to my colleague who will do a learning assessment on Kelly. She may benefit from additional academic support. We have discussed possible next steps for her identity as well

Aaron: What are they

Kelly: Basically the government is stupid and science hates me

Aaron: I’m sure that’s not true

Dr H: There are scientific debates about at what age we can start on hormones and other physical interventions. At the moment the youngest age for medical transition is 16

Kelly: But he says I don’t have to do that if I don’t want to, any changes I make will be up to me. I say who I am, I'm in charge

Aaron is glad to see Kelly smile at this.

Dr H: There are many non-medical changes that can be made while she thinks about it. Kelly has already switched pronouns, she may want to change her name or her wardrobe. I’m going to refer her for therapy-

Kelly: He says I might get this thing called body dysmorphic disorder. Or anxiety, or depression or whatever

Dr H: Body dysmorphia can overlap with gender dysphoria so I like to make sure my trans patients have adequate support. I’ve prescribed some antidepressants which I think will be helpful as support during the transition period but I’d like to order some blood tests to make sure we don’t need to do any medical interventions yet

Aaron: What can me and her ma do

Dr H: Keep supporting her. She has expressed some anxiety about her personality traits. I would urge you and the rest of her family to remember her gender identity is not responsible for her personality or vice versa despite being a big part of who she is

Aaron: We can do that

The two get up to leave and Aaron is surprised when Kelly not only thanks the doctor but gives him a hug as well. Maybe her evil trait will be easier to balance with age.

Results of today’s medical appointments. Kelly has dyslexia and body dysmorphic disorder. Sorry it was a bit long, I didn't want to cut her off mid session.

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Helloo! It is i, the same anon who requested the night and morning routines with the hunting dogs, and first of all i just wanted to say that i really love your writing and how detailed it is!! Everytime i read one of your fics i am literally so amazed at how you write the characters, no matter who it is. So when i saw that you’re requests were open i got so happy, and this time i would like to ask for the hunting dogs (YES THEM AGAIN, I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH) and how they would spend the holidays with their s/o, how they would prepare for christmas, etc. (and of course just platonic with Teruko, like a best friend reader. And also no Fukuchi lol) And once again, feel free to remove whoever you want to because i completely understand if this is too much. Anyways, i hope you have a great day/night!!

-🕯

Omg helloooo anon!!! Welcome back!! Thank you, I'm honoured to know that you like my writing >.< and I love the Hunting Dogs too, so of course I'll write for them :)

The images do not belong to me. They belong to their original owners.

TW: Slight mentions of death

Hunting Dogs spending holidays with their S/O (best friend for Teruko)

Tecchou:

-I feel like the Hunting Dogs don’t get a lot of holidays, however, for the sake of this post let’s say that they do ^-^

-Tecchou wouldn’t really mind spending the holidays in any way really, as long as he gets to spend time with you. You could literally drag him out to do a day-long hike or go shopping at the mall until it was 11PM and he would not complain. In fact, he likes it and always looks forward to going out to a new place everyday

-However, he also wouldn’t mind just spending time at home with you. Do some fun couples activities together! Like baking, playing video games, couples yoga, reading books, working out, anything really! Although please keep an eye on Tecchou when he bakes, because not only might he add some sus stuff into the mixture, he might set the house on fire

-Would probably wake up early just to exercise. I’m so sorry if you’re not a morning person, because Tecchou would drag you to exercise with him everyday at 7AM in the morning, even when it was the holidays. But sometimes, he also likes a good sleep in that includes a long cuddling session

-Holidays with him are either chill or quite adventure-filled. There is never a dull moment that goes by

-Now I feel like Tecchou doesn’t really celebrate Christmas; at the most he’ll bid everyone a ‘Merry Christmas’ and accept gifts from people. But he is more than happy to decorate a Christmas tree with you and just spend a great Christmas with you in general

-Oh but please tell Tecchou that the pine trees that are put up for Christmas are normally fake and could be bought in stores... because Tecchou is going to actually drag a pine tree all the way home to use as decoration. Yes, you heard me. A literal. Pine. Tree

-Even though it’s sweet that the thought’s there, I’m pretty sure that you wouldn’t want to be sharing your home with tons of bugs and whatever else lives in pine trees, am I right? Not to mention it probably is illegal to do that

-But other than that, Tecchou is absolutely down to celebrating Christmas the way you celebrate it. He’d help decorate the house, put Christmas lights everywhere, even put on some Christmas songs. Even when his taste in food is questionable, his taste in decoration is impeccable. Because all he wants for Christmas is to have a good time with you :)))

-Buy presents for him!!! He would be a bit clueless on why people give presents on Christmas, but he’ll catch on quickly, and even buy presents for you!! But beware, he’ll buy you a lot of presents, and they are the most random presents you have ever seen. Please educate him on this whole Christmas-gifts thing, because he’s trying :(

-Teach him everything about Christmas, because he would love to learn about it. Tecchou might even dress up as Santa Claus and volunteer at the local mall to talk to the kids, and he answers questions so seriously that the kids are lowkey scared of him lol. Please teach him before Jouno murders him

-Christmas nights are normally spent cuddling in front of the fireplace. It’s dark, the candles give a cosy atmosphere, and cuddling with Tecchou is the absolute best thing to do 💗

Jouno:

-Jouno isn’t really fussed on how he spends the holidays; so long as he isn’t exhausted by the end of the day or has to go to really loud places, then he’s perfectly fine with anything

-He strikes me more of the type to stay at home with you and spend quality time with you. You’ll find that cuddling sessions have increased by at least two times, and the amount of kisses too

-Slow dancing with him in the kitchen at nighttime!!! Even though Jouno’s blind, his other sharp senses and great reflexes make him a really good slow dancer. If you don’t know anything about slow dancing, he will teach you, but beware he might tease you a bit for how cute you looked as you were struggling to learn it. Step on his feet please

-Now that it’s the holidays, Jouno definitely is going to sleep in with you. If you wake him up early to work out with him, he’s going to be a bit annoyed, but he won’t object to working out with you. It might help him be stronger than Tecchou, afterall

-If you wanted to go out somewhere to spend time with him, Jouno doesn’t mind, as long as his senses don’t get overwhelmed. But he would prefer taking nice, long walks in the evening where the sunset is beautiful and there is just the two of you on the stroll

-In the rare moments, he might even link his fingers with yours. Hold his hand back and stroke it! It might catch him by surprise at first, but if you’re observant, you might just notice his thumb lightly stroking the back of your hand. It’s very soft though... so pay extra attention

-Honestly just wants to spend his holidays by being with you as much as he can. I feel like his love language is mostly quality time, so Jouno is going to spend as much time as possible with you

-Now for celebrating Christmas... Jouno isn’t really the type to celebrate Christmas. However, convince him and he will eventually join in with your Christmas celebration. He wouldn’t want the house to be decorated too much though, because he just doesn’t want to spend a lot of time packing them up :/

-But he will go gift shopping with you! I headcanon that Jouno has great tastes when it comes to presents, it’s just that sometimes he’s a troll and gets you something to tease you. However he will be serious and buy you some extra nice gifts for Christmas

-I feel like Jouno would be a bit more romantic on Christmas. Playful kisses, fleeting touches, and just being more romantic in general. If you tease him for being all lovey-dovey and soft, he’s going to tease you extra hard 10x back

-Would definitely whisper to you a merry Christmas on Christmas Eve, probably accompanied by a kiss

Tachihara:

-Tachihara definitely wants to get out of the house and spend the holidays with you

-I feel like he’s more of the hiking and beach type, but if you wanted to go shopping with him he’d gladly accompany you. Just please don’t buy too much stuff because he’s going to trip and fall while carrying them

-Sleeping in and cuddles is a must. Now that Tachihara has more time to spend with you, he’s not losing a second of it, so expect lots and lotsss of affection. He won’t do it every single second, but when he does, you’ll be covered in hugs and kisses

-Also loves taking walks with you. He would take you to actual 5km walks where the scenery is beautiful, and you wouldn’t feel so tired because Tachihara would keep you company. But if you were absolutely exhausted, Tachihara will definitely give you a piggyback ride, maybe even carry you bridal style when nobody’s around xD

-Video games and movie nights!!! I headcanon that Tachihara loves playing Mario-Kart and Fortnite, as well as anything you play. Most of the time you two end up trolling little kids on Roblox, and it’s mighty fun. Even then, it’s very amusing watching Tachihara play, because he always manages to make the gameplay interesting

-Now for Christmas... Tachihara secretly wants to celebrate Christmas with you so bad, because when he was younger his family unfortunately did not celebrate it with him. So go all out and celebrate Christmas in the most fun way possible! Buy heaps of gifts, decorate the entire house with Christmas lights, hang up Christmas stockings, just do everything with him! He’ll love it, and he’ll also fall in love with you more

-Definitely lights up a fire in the fireplace and watches good Christmas movies with you, alongside a nice hot cup of cocoa or hot chocolate. Also cuddles with you wrapped in blankets on the couch, and it’s just really nice and cosy

-Also sings a lot of Christmas karaoke with you. I feel like he would be great at singing if he removed the roughness in his voice. I headcanon he likes singing ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’, because it’s such a nostalgic song

-Christmas is his favourite celebration now, because he can spend it with you 💗

Teruko:

-Having Teruko as a best friend means that she’s dragging you to a lot of places to hang out in the holidays

-Most of the time she would go shopping or swimming at the beach. Teruko would definitely swim out to the farthest distance she could, and she will throw a tantrum if people tell her that she couldn’t. If you tell her that the sea could easily sweep her away or if there’s dangerous marine life out there, it just makes her more adamant to swim out. She’ll even wrestle a shark if that meant she could swim as far as she wanted lmao Teruko please don’t

-Teruko is going to buy whatever is on discount. And when I say whatever, I mean whatever. Mostly she’ll buy stuff that she thinks Fukuchi likes, but she’ll also be happy to buy stuff that you like too! Teruko will mostly judge stuff and be picky, but the stuff that she thinks are good are actually the best quality. So always trust Teruko’s gut on which items are good or not

-Working out in the gym together! Don’t underestimate Teruko’s small stature, because she can just use her ability and suddenly turn into a very strong woman. She might even have competitions with you to see who can lift the heaviest weights and who could run the fastest on the treadmill she always wins lmao

-But sometimes even extraverts need to recharge. On those times Teruko is just perfectly happy to chill with you, talking about whatever comes to mind. Or you two would watch a tv show or a movie, sometimes judging the film if it was bad

-Also don’t be surprised if Teruko rocks up to your house and announces that she’s booked a trip to a nearby island for a day. She loves planning surprises, and frankly speaking those islands that she drags you to are pretty nice, with lots of activities to do on them. And she will cover the cost, but it would be nice if you treated her to some food and stuff (dw being a Hunting Dog means you’re rich)

-Amusement parks!!! Teruko loves going on rides, especially the ones that are super tall and big and with a lot of twists and turns. But prepare yourself for a lot of her tantrums, because she’s always too short for the ride lol. Teruko ends up using her ability in the end, but she is very vocal at expressing her annoyance

-And just because it’s the holidays, doesn’t mean that she’ll stop asking for piggyback rides. In fact, her requests for piggyback rides will double. Teruko won’t force you to give her a piggyback ride if you were really tired, but be prepared to give her a lot of piggyback rides the next day

-Now onto Christmas! Teruko would love celebrating Christmas with you, and she normally would go to a restaurant with you to have a Christmas dinner. She might even invite Fukuchi and the rest of the Hunting Dogs, and by the end of it Fukuchi is so drunk, Tecchou mixes a lot of suspicious food combinations, Jouno is ready to murder everyone, Tachihara is close to crying, and Teruko is also drinking with Fukuchi. Good luck dealing with them, but don’t worry because Jouno and Tachihara are surprisingly good at dealing with these stuff

-Teruko definitely invites you over to her house on Christmas. She sets up a pine tree, decorates it nicely, hangs flashy Christmas lights and stockings everywhere, basically just going all out with decorations. If you pay close attention, you might even catch her singing some Christmas songs when she thinks she is alone. Don’t tell her you saw though, because Teruko will threaten to punch you

-You two would also spend Christmas singing Christmas songs and watching Christmas movies. Teruko is definitely in a much more energetic mood, and she will be wishing everybody a ‘Merry Christmas’ before you two go to sleep (Jouno was so confused lmao)

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