#Absolutely shaking while pressing post button

[meowufff]

@somerandomdudelmao Marble Sky comic makes my brain go BRRRRRRRRRRRR

I freaking love the whole alien concept! The "eyes", big guys, TAILS AND FLOOF?! Take my soul or whatever, I'm in!

I couldn't resist to doodle smth!

So there's a lil big alien lady, not leaving me alone at night... Or day...

Her name is ~Minerva~

She's the quiet, observing kinda type. She enjoys to watch others squirm and squiggle if being nervous or intimidated. It keeps them from doing big mishaps and holds them motivated to improve~

She is not known for lashing out, but if she is, it's always ending very badly for the one who fucked up bad enough to make her angry.

Marble Sky belongs to @somerandomdudelmao and you should totally check it out :D

Close ups~

#I was struggling just a tiny bit with colors #But I very much like her tealy colors now~ #Absolutely shaking while pressing post button #marble sky #marble sky comic #marble sky fanart #somerandomdudelmao #Marble Sky oc #Oc marble Sky #Oc

[yellowcabdriver]

desperate

pairing: yuuji itadori x f!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: i quit my old soul-crushing job and i’m desperately trying to finish off all wips before i start my new job svdndjsj please enjoy 🙏🏻 live laugh lovesick yuuji 🫡💕 very shamelessly got inspired by this post

nobara said yuuji shouldn’t call you.

“you don’t want her to think that you’re desperate, right?”

yeah, maybe.

but here’s a thing that a considerate friend that is nobara didn’t take into account.

yuuji is crazy about you and he is indeed very desperate for you and your attention. he is filled with joy and excitement whenever he hears your voice – it’s almost pavlovian, very embarrassing. or at least could be, if yuuji cared enough. his pride is a small price to pay to have a wonder that is you in his life.

but yuuji has to admit, maybe nobara is right. at the end of the day you two are not dating (yet, as yuuji very much hopes). you two are not even very close friends (yet, again, as yuuji hopes).

yuuji’s finger lingers over a call button under your name embezzled with a variety of heart emojis.

“at least text her before calling, you know, it’s kind of a new etiquette these days, not to call someone unannounced,” yuuji remembers nobara’s chastising. it makes yuuji hesitate. of course, he doesn’t want to seem like an ignorant bumpkin who isn’t aware of social cues. what if you’re busy? which you probably are because you are so smart and cool. and you are definitely a great texter (even if you weren’t, yuuji wouldn’t know any better because he is that much in love).

with a sigh, yuuji slides over to messages and starts typing rather pathetically “hiiii how are you???” while fighting the urge to add like a gazillion emojis to express himself better. nobara is really getting into his head, yuuji sighs. this is hard considering he is not exactly an overthinker (that would require having more than one thought and his only singular thought right now is you). a text is better than nothing, sure, but yuuji really really really needs to hear your voice. so he rushes back to his contacts and gathers every ounce of willpower to press on your name.

after almost painful eleven seconds you pick up. yuuji’s breathing hitches a little when he hears your sleepy “hello?”

he wants to throw himself from a window.

he forgot it’s almost 3 am.

“hi, um, hey. sorry, you’re asleep.”

what an absolute mess.

“well, not anymore,” you softly laugh. yuuji, though embarrassed, is so happy to hear your laughter.

“sorry.”

“it’s okay, yuuji. did something happen?”

well, kinda. obviously, yuuji’s not going to tell you that he’s just so down bad for you that he called you up in the middle of the night for no reason.

“no, nothing, i- i’m sorry, it’s nothing urgent, i better call you tomorrow.”

“are you sure? i mean, it’s…” he hears you scramble. “three in the morning. it has got to be an emergency.”

it is, just not a conventional one. yuuji violently shakes his head and then remembers that you can’t see him (why is he such a fool when it comes to you?)

“no, no, i’m sorry, i screwed up. i forgot that not everyone stays up late like me. go to sleep. sorry.”

“stop apologising, it’s all fine. okay, i’ll believe that there’s no emergency. but you better call me tomorrow to confirm that you’re okay.”

yuuji’s cheeks are burning.

“yeah, of course. sorry again.”

you laughed.

“good night, yuuji.”

“good night.”

yuuji’s fingers shake when he types the first message.

“sorry, i actually didn’t mean to call you.”

delivered.

yuuji’s eyes are not leaving the screen beaming brightly into his face.

read.

his palms are suddenly cold.

dot, dot, dot.

“it’s okay,” followed by a smiley emoji and a thumbs up. such a you thing to send. for a minute he contemplates going to sleep and maybe die from embarrassment in his sleep but something takes him over. before he can register it, his fingers start typing.

“fuck it”

delivered, read.

“i did mean to call”

delivered, read.

“i wanted to talk to you”

delivered, read.

“to hear your voice and your laugh”

delivered, read.

yuuji can physically feel the blood rushing away from his limbs when he sees three dancing dots.

“i want to hear your voice, too.”

yuuji’s head is spinning as he fights the urge to jump around the room while smiling at his phone like a madman. megumi and nobara for sure would be disgusted at this sight. he is so ecstatic that he almost misses the next message.

“ft?”

his long calloused fingers dance across the screen to quickly type “i’ll call you”.

he rushes to facetime.

you pick up almost instantly.

yuuji looks at your face, traces of sleep still present in your expression but he can see – and it makes his heart flutter – that you are genuinely happy to see him, too.

you both spent a few intimate moments staring at each other’s badly lit faces, glowing under the dim lights of your screens in the dark, until yuuji finally finds the courage to break the silence.

“so… did you sleep well?”

you quietly laugh and yuuji falls in love even harder though he thought it wasn’t possible. he can’t wait to tell the gang that being desperate pays off, and oh so well.

and what does nobara know anyway.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk itadori #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji x you #itadori x you #itadori yuuji x reader #yuji itadori #itadori fluff #jujutsu itadori #my fic

[dazed--xx]

SKZ Break up Reaction II(Hyung Line)

Part 1

A/N: so I’m alive and writing again I hope this good im not gonna lie I’m really shit at writing fluff and this isn’t edited. Also I’m on full mobile uploading since my 4 year old decided to break my laptop but I do still want to write. The maknae line will be coming out soon I’m working on it and a couple other things atm so I hope you guys enjoy those. I’m going to be posting a preview shortly after this also I don’t ever really get much feedback or comments so please I love to hear you guy’s opinions tell me where I can be better but please like comment reblog and enjoy 😊

Chan:

You stared at your phone as tears flowed down your face. You weren’t sure what you should do, should you call him? You desperately wanted to hear his voice but could you handle the heartbreak and broken promises all over again? You love him, you missed him but being forgotten about for almost two months has you hesitantly hover over the answer button. It’s been two weeks and the calls and messages have been nonstop. You weren’t sure if you could face him, to see the look in his eyes you knew you’d absolutely crumble, so you watch as the call goes to your Home Screen and a missed call notification pops up followed by a voicemail. With a heavy sigh you click on the notification your hands are shaky as you press the play button “H-hey” he begins with a sigh “I-it’s been a-a….while now a-and I just want to know….how your doing. I know things weren’t….what you expected b-but I just want you to know that I love you a-and I want you to come home. I miss you so much. I know I should have been here I know I messed up so bad but I love you so much and I can only hope that I didn’t ruin things to the point where I can’t say that you love me too. If you still need time…I-I get that b-but ple-please just let me know you’re okay….come home soon…..please” your sobs grow louder shaking your body completely as you hear the pain in his voice.

You look around the small hotel room you had gotten for yourself, the hoodie you had stolen from Chan has adorned your torso since the night you left. With a final resolution you lift yourself from the bed, hurriedly grabbing your things as you shove them into your suitcase making sure everything is with you. You were anxious as you loaded your bag into your car. Your stomach was sinking as you pulled onto Chans street. You felt nauseous as you stood infront of the door, your hand hovering about to knock. Taking a deep breath you gently tap on the door, you felt like a kid coming home after running away at 6 years old. You felt small and confused yet the only thing you seemed to want, though you’ve been avoiding it, is to see him. You weren’t sure what to expect as you waited, you grew frustrated as you knocked once more a little harsher. The door being whipped open makes you jump in nervousness “Yah! I’m Fi—Y/N…” you stare at his wide tired eyes, his mouth hangs open as tears build in his orbs. Your pulled into his frame quickly as he wraps his arms around you quickly. “Y-you….” He cries “you came back” you hear the sigh of relief he releases as he buries his face in your neck. Your arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Yeah….I missed you so much I’m sorry” you apologize regret filling your tone. He shakes his head “No. I’m sorry fuck I’m so sorry please don’t leave again” he begs as his grip on you grows tighter. “I won’t I love you…. It’s you and me okay?” You promise as he lifts his head to look at you. He nods in response pressing his plush lips against yours.

Minho:

Minho paced back and forth for what felt like hours as he called you over and over again. His hands were shaky as he pressed the call button once more only for his heart to shatter once again at the sound of your voicemail. He didn’t know what to do it’s only been a couple hours but he felt hopeless. How could he get you to speak to him? Why did he have to be such an asshole? What could he do to see you again? Where could you have gone? A lightbulb goes off in his head, opening the location app you had downloaded on his phone his heart soars as your picture is still on his map. You never turned your location off, he thanks god for your absent mind. Zooming in on the location he recognizes your parents street, grabbing his keys he rushes out the door and into his car. His teeth tugging at his bottom lip in nervousness. Would you talk to him? Would you come home? He felt like throwing up at the thought of you saying no. How could he have ruined things so badly? His leg was shaking as he pulled into your parents driveway. What would you say? Would you turn him away?

He wasn’t sure if he should call you again, should he knock? This has never happened before he didn’t know the protocol for pleading and crying like a baby to get the love of your life back. He knew there would be groveling, but would you close the door in his face? Tell him you never wanted to see him again? No….no you wouldn’t—you couldn’t. You had to know how sorry he is, he raises his hand to knock on the door as it is pulled open your father standing there a disappointed scowl on his face. “Little—uh late there aren’t you?” He retorts he smacks his hand on Minhos shoulder firmly “advice for next time…you don’t let her leave genius. Beg. On your knees if you have to. But you never let them go because once they’re gone it’s hard to get ‘‘em back.” Minho nods softly “I’m so—shhhhh” your father cuts him off with his finger to his lips “I’m not who you should be apologizing to. Honestly I told her to kick your ass then leave she went the nicer way” Minho’s scrunch in confusion “I-Okay” he nods as he enters. He notices your mother seated on the couch a sympathetic expression adorning her face as she gestures toward a room. He nods in response quickly making his way to the door knocking hesitantly. His hands are shaking as he looks back at your parents watching him encouragingly, your mothers hands gesturing for him to go in. A heavy sigh is released from his mouth as he opens the door. The first thing he can hear is your silent sobs as you lay in bed. “Mom please can you just give me a minute” you cry silently. “You see, I would but l…I’m not your mom a-and” tears begin flowing down his cheeks as he rushes over to face you. He drops to his knees infront of your laying down figure, his thumb wiping away your tears “a-and I-I want you to come h-home” his eyes connect with yours “please, come home i—“ he sighs heavily grabbing your hand caressing it gently placing it against his cheek “I can’t breathe without you near me, I love you. I love you so much. I couldn’t think—I need you only a few hours away from you breaks me. Seeing our home rid of you, us, breaks me pl-please I know I’m an idiot but I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry. I need you I don’t want you to leave me alone. Never leave me alone please I—“ his words get caught in his throat as he hiccups. “Min…” you slowly sit yourself up your eyes connecting with his.

Guilt and regret worn on his expression. You bite your bottom lip as you place your free hand on his cheek. “I love you too. But maybe we need space..” he shakes his head in denial “you just had a few hours away from me how much more space do you need? Please I want to be with you I don’t want space I-I want to wake up everyday with you in my bed. I want to see you smile and hear your laugh when the cats do something weird. I need you. I want you to be with me. Always. I want to marry you, I want to have kids with you, I’m sorry but I’m not leaving unless you’re coming with me” he begs. A small sad smile forms on your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in. His arms taking a hold of your waist. “We can figure things out okay? I love you” you whisper

Changbin:

“Stop. Sending. So. Much. Stuff. To . My. Place.” Your growl as you place the gifts Changbin had sent to your house for the past week with every word on Changbins desk. He stared at you wide eyed and surprised before a smug smirk forms on his lips. His tongue runs over his bottom lip “I’m not seeing the necklace I sent yesterday.” He states as his eyes run over your figure. Your face twists into a scowl at his smugness as you cross your arms over your chest “I’ll send it in the mail” you lie, knowing the necklace was hidden under your shirt. A small tsk is released from his lips as he leans back in his seat, his legs spreading slightly as he stretched. “I mean..” he trails as he lifts himself from his seat making his way over to you, his fingers softly brushing your hair behind your ear. Tingles are sent down your spine as his fingers trail their way down the side of your throat before lifting the gold chain and pulling the daliha pendant. “It’s right here why send it in the mail?” His voice is low and seductive, you feel your resolution breaking as he pressed his chest against yours. Your breath is shaky as you willed yourself to not look directly at him. You feel his nose brush against your cheek, you feel heat grow on your face. You were sure you were a bright scarlet. Your hands place themselves on his firm chest shoving him back nervously. His eyebrow scrunch together in confusion “Wouldn’t want to make anymore mistakes right?” The sarcasm oozing out in your words.

You notice the hurt on his features,he runs his hands through his hair before releasing a sigh “you aren’t and never were a mistake to me! I love you I want to be with you the only mistake I made was fighting with you, please just give me another chance. I know I was wrong for what I said but we’ve both been on edge recently and I just want to fix things. You’re my everything and I can’t believe I said so fucking stupid” his eyes connect with yours, you can see the sincerity in his eyes. “Bin…I-I don’t know” you state your bottom lip making its way between your teeth. “Wait don’t decide yet I know you don’t want it but I have one more thing I wanted to give you” he urges as he rushes toward his desk “I don’t want you to keep buying me things Bin, it’s not right and it’s not a way to get me back. If I was to get back together with you because you bought me things then I would fee disgusted with myself.” You plead to deaf ears. “Shh! Just see it before you just reject it” he argues before turning around hand behind his back. “I made mistakes when it came to you. Not that you or our relationship was a mistake but I should have tried harder for you. I shouldn’t have said the things I said that night and for that I’m sorry but, I have loved you for three years now. From your smile to the way you take care of your friends. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’ll spend every moment of everyday trying to make up for what I said…” your heart sinks as he begins to lower himself down to one knee before grabbing your left hand his eyes connect with yours “will you marry me?” You stare at him mouth agape as he produces a velvet box from behind him. Your right hand placed itself over your mouth, tears welling up in your eyes as you nod “yes!”

Hyunjin:

“Please, just talk to me!” Hyunjin begs as you casually stroll past him once again. Your heart rips out of your chest every time you were greeted by his tear stained, red eyed pout. Your bottom lip found it’s way between your teeth so you didn’t break your resolve. It’s been a month since you had broken up with him, and you spent every second since being bombarded by texts, calls, and unannounced visits from Hyunjin. You personally never told Hyunjin that you had overheard him saying those disgusting things about you, but you do know that Jeongin definitely did as his pleas changed from ‘what happened’ to ‘let me explain’. You personally didn’t care for an explanation nor did you want one. Your heart broke when you heard him say those things to Jeongin; you had a skewed idea of how your relationship was and Hyunjin opened your eyes with his words. You feel a hand wrap around your wrist, a bored sigh is released from your throat. “Please….Baby I-I’m sorry… I don’t know how to fix this, I-I just want to fix it I just want you to talk to me again.” His voice is horse, you notice his tongue brushing over his bottom lip before his teeth take his lip between them. A heavy sigh is released from his throat as he placed himself infront of you, hands wrapped around your arms. Your eyes connecting, you can see the longing and heartbreak in them.

Your breath grows heavy as you stare at your ex pulling yourself out of his grasp. “Please don’t touch me Hwang sunbae-nim, and it’s fine honestly, we didn’t work out.” You shrug, you feel your heart break as the look of utter horror grows on his angelic face.”s-sunbae-nim?” The words are barely above a whisper, pain laced in his tone. You nod softly “I think we wanted different things and you should be with someone that isn’t such a prude you know? Thank you for the apology but it isn’t necessary, you didn’t feel the same way as I did and that’s okay I just wish you would have told me instead of your members” you explain “no t-that’s not true! Please” his hands grasp yours desperately “why can’t you believe me? Look at me you know me! You know how I feel about you” tears streamed down his cheeks rapidly as he held your hands against his chest. You shake your head in denial “Hyunjin…pl-please let me go” your voice cracks. “I-I love you please believe me I didn’t want to break up I’m an idiot and I was frustrated and I just regret saying such stupid things I don’t need sex I don’t want you to leave me alone. I miss you—fuck—I miss you so much. I’m so fucking sorry I just want to be with you I just want my girl back please just give me another chance” he pleads, the despair evident in his tone. With a heavy sigh you shake your head “I just—sigh—you broke my heart and I just can’t jump back into this right away I’m sorry Hyunjin but no. I won’t be with someone who could think those things about me” you apologize as you continue making your way home.

#hyunjin angst #stray kids angst #skz angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #chan angst #stray kids reactions #hyunjin #skz reactions #SKZ Minho angst #changbin angst #hyunjin fluff #chan fluff #changbin fluff #stray kids Hyung line reaction #minho fluff #skz x reader

[scarletlizzard]

Just A Crumb

Pairing: elizabeth olsen x reader

Tags: lizzie in the garden, just fluff

Masterlist

A/N: Just a little fluff piece I had on my mind, decided to share it with y'all! 😊❤️

You laugh to yourself as you stare at the small screen of your phone, a small shake of your head.

You spin around in the chair you sat in just outside the house, on the patio. It was a beautiful day, your skin was soaking up the sun all morning. Your eyes search in the garden for a particular woman, a smile on your lips as you spot her brown hair.

As you pull up the camera and zoom in, you call out to her, "Lizzie, you doing okay, sweetie?"

Her head shoots up as she hears her name, and you snap a quick picture. When green eyes spot yours from behind the plants, a wide grin takes over her face. Lizzie waves to you and gives you a thumbs up, bangs moving as she nods her head.

Your thumbs move swiftly across the screen as you open the blue app. In a fit of giggles, you attach a picture of your wife, who was literally in her garden at the time, while you sat there posting to strangers online, and hit the post button.

The replies and likes poured in, and you couldn't help but laugh and even blush at some of the comments. You enjoyed moments like these online, the ones where you could be playful, and everyone would be grateful and loving. You knew how much Lizzie meant to them, knew when you said "I Do" that you would be sharing her with the world.

Lizzie told you all the time, "You don't have to share me, Y/N.. you have all of me. They only see one side," with a smile on her face and a reassuring kiss on your lips.

Still, it felt only fair to share your wife with her fans since she was never online. You understood her reasoning, knew it was for the better. That's why you didn't mind sprinkling a few crumbs for the others who loved her.

"What are you giggling about over here?" A sweet voice asks from behind you, hands rubbing your shoulders. You smile and put down your phone, shrugging.

"Oh, nothing.." You speak with a mischievous grin. She knows you all too well to know it was nothing. Lizzie walks around the chair and sits in your lap, hand twirling in your hair.

"You're not a very good liar, you know that?" She chimes, making you laugh. Your hands wrap around her, and you hug her tightly.

"How can I lie to such a beautiful face?"

Lizzie blushes and hits your shoulder playfully. You take out your phone and hand it to her, showing her the tweets. The blush stays on her face as she reads through the replies, a smile on her face as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

"So while I'm busy tending to our garden you've been... posting pictures of me?" She raises an eyebrow at you, a serious expression on her face.

"Um... yes?" You raise an eyebrow back, watching as her seriousness fades away, a smile sliding onto her lips. Her soft hands move to your jaw, holding your face.

"You're absolutely ridiculous," she scrunches her nose, and you fall in love all over again. You lean forward to kiss the tip of her nose gently.

"You absolutely love me," you chuckle.

"I absolutely do," she giggles back and presses her lips to yours. "Now, are you going to come get your hands dirty and help me or not?" Lizzie laughs, and it's music to your ears.

She moves to stand from your lap, pulling you up with her. As she turns towards the garden, you grab her and pull her closer to you again, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

"I definitely want to get my hands dirty, but not in the garden..." You whisper as you lean forward, placing a painfully slow kiss under her jaw, letting it linger long enough for her to hum in response. "Unless you're into that?" You joke, a smirk against her skin.

You hear the sweet symphony of her laugh again as she wraps her arms around your neck. "I'm going to ignore that and let you take me to the bedroom instead," she purrs in your ear, a shiver down your spine as she bites softly on your earlobe.

You waste no time in lifting up your wife in your embrace, grinning widely at the happy sounds of suprise she makes as you do.

"You love me," you grin at her.

Lizzie takes a moment to stare at your crooked smile and sighs happily, "More than you will ever know, darling."

"How about more than the garden?" You ask playfully as you carry her inside.

"Hmmm," she plays, pretending to think. "I guess we'll see how well you get those hands dirty."

It's your turn to laugh, and she takes the opportunity to kiss your neck as you throw your head back. Her heart was full as she listened to your laugh, knowing her words were all play. Lizzie truly believed you would never know how much she loved you, but she would spend the rest of her life proving it to you.

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x female reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #lizzie x reader #lizzie olsen x reader #marvel

[genshinluvr]

Eating for Two | Mixed Signals Alt. Ending

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, slight Various Genshin Women x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You are officially eating for two people! Even though you didn't think you'd become a parent, it happened (in this alternate ending), and people around you are pretty excited about your pregnancy and the birth of your child.

Note: This is an alternate ending to "Mixed Signals," which was published on the first of October. Just to clarify, the gender and the father of the baby will not be clarified because I want readers (you guys) to interpret it however you want it to be. It will be a mystery (the gender of the baby), and the baby's father will not be announced in this story because it's whoever you want it to be. As previously stated in "Mixed Signals," this story does lean towards female!reader/AFAB!reader because pregnancy does happen in this story. Please keep in mind that I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo)

Warnings: Pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms, nausea, and cravings

Word Count: 8.7k

Read the original here: Mixed Signals. Read the Spin-off here: The Men Who Worry a Lot.

You sit across from the women of Teyvat, sipping on your tea with a throw pillow lying on your lap. Since you’re sitting in the presence of beautiful and elegant women of Teyvat, you insist on wearing presentable clothing. Still, the men and women objected, suggesting that you should wear something comfortable because the women are the ones that are visiting the abode. So, there you are, wearing one of Zhongli’s button-up shirts with fleece shorts and fluffy slippers.

“So, how are you feeling?” Lumine asks, taking a sip of her cup of tea.

You press your lips into a thin line. “I’m feeling okay. Other than the pregnancy symptoms, I’m okay.”

“Have these men been taking good care of you?” Ningguang asks, stirring her cup of tea with the tea stir spoon, her right leg crossed over her left leg.

You nod your head. “Of course! They’ve been taking good care of me ever since I started experiencing pregnancy symptoms. Well, then again, they’ve always treated me well way before I got pregnant.”

“Who is the father of your offspring? Do you know who it is?” Raiden asks, sitting on the armrest of the couch while sipping on her drink.

You shake your head. “Unfortunately, I do not know who the father is. Not to mention, I’m only two weeks into this pregnancy,” You said.

Yae Miko giggles behind her hand. “I wouldn’t be able to imagine if the father of the child is Kunikuzushi.”

“Miko, don’t say that about Scaramouche. He’s a great guy, and whether he’s the father of my child or not, he is excellent with kids.” You huff, feeling anger slowly rising. Usually, you would brush off comments like that, but you’ve been experiencing mood swings ever since you found out you’re eating for two.

“Beidou, are you not going to drink your tea? It’ll get cold.” Ningguang comments, looking over to where the Captain is sitting.

Beidou shakes her head and waves Ningguang’s comment away. “Nah, I’m not a tea kind of gal. I prefer alcohol.” She lets out a burst of boisterous laughter.

You’re about to make a comment but pause when a wave of nausea hits you. You clutch your head and slowly place your teacup back down on the saucer. The women around you fall silent. Shenhe and Yelan place their hands on your shoulders, each of them massaging your shoulders lightly.

“Are you alright? Do you want me to grab Doctor Baizhu?” Shenhe asks, rubbing your back with her left hand while holding onto your trembling hand with her right hand. 

You let out a shaky laugh. “I’m fine, Shenhe. I’m suddenly feeling nauseous, but it’s nothing new. It’s something I’ll be dealing with for quite a while until I’m no longer pregnant,” You answered.

“I can take your mind off your nausea by teaching you how to gamble.” Yelan offers, giving you a small smile.

“Absolutely not,” Diluc states as he walks into the living area where you and the women are hanging out.

“Oh, come on, Master Diluc. Lighten up! Gambling doesn’t always involve mora.” Lisa giggles at Diluc’s protectiveness over you.

Diluc gives Lisa a blank stare before walking over to where you sit. Yelan and Shenhe move over to an empty loveseat beside you. Diluc sits beside you and rubs your arms lightly without saying a word. You lean into Diluc’s touch and rest your head on his shoulders, running your fingers through the tassels of the throw pillow.

Thoma enters the room with a tray of snacks in his hands. “Here are the snacks if any of you are feeling a little peckish.” He sets the tray of snacks down on the wooden coffee table.

“Ooh! Some snacks!” Hu Tao’s eyes light up before picking up a tri-colored Dango and taking a big bite out of the Dango.

Yanfei smiles at Thoma. “Thank you, Thoma! The snacks look delicious,” Yanfei says, reaching for a sakura mochi.

You stare at the snacks intently, deep in your thoughts.

“[Y/N], a mora for your thoughts?” Candace asks, leaning back in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest.

You hum softly, lifting your head from Diluc’s shoulders. “I’m just wondering what I can and cannot eat while pregnant.” You answer, hugging the throw pillow against your chest.

Nilou’s eyes widen with a small gasp. “Oh, archons, you’re right! How could we forget about that?! There are limitations when it comes to pregnancies.” 

“You should call in your lovers. I’m sure they’ll know what you can and cannot eat while you’re pregnant,” Kokomi instructs, placing her ceramic teacup down on the saucer.

“No need to call anyone. We’ve been here the entire time,” Xiao states, walking down the stairs with his arms over his chest and with the other men in tow.

Mona cocks her eyebrows. “Oh? Eavesdropping, are we? How juvenile of you men to spy on people and listen in on their conversation without them knowing.” Mona huffs, taking a piece of a Katsu sandwich before taking a bite out of it.

Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “Oh please, why would we listen in on your conversation when we’re all too busy worrying about our pregnant lover?” Scaramouche sits down beside you and wraps his arms around your waist, ignoring the looks he is getting from his mother and Yae Miko.

“Doctor Baizhu, what food is [Y/N] allowed and not allowed to eat?” Kuki Shinobu asks, turning to look at the green-haired male with a questioning gaze.

“There are many things that [Y/N] can and cannot eat. There’s a list that goes on, but luckily Tighnari, Albedo, Dottore, and I made lists of food and ingredients to buy to make meals.” Baizhu answers, propping both of his hands on his hips.

“Oh? Dottore contributed to the list? Can’t say that I’m not shocked because I am.” Arlecchino chortles, bringing the cup to her lips, and takes a sip of the teacup.

Dottore glares at Arlecchino, his nails digging into the palm of his hands while trying to hold back from saying anything rash. Dottore takes a deep breath and looks over at you. You look back at Dottore worriedly, then at Arlecchino. Zhongli lets out a slow sigh and rubs the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

“Let’s not bicker with one another. We do not want to stress [Y/N] out; it’s not good for them or the baby.” Zhongli states.

Childe squeezes himself between you and Scaramouche, throwing his arms over your shoulders and rubbing your stomach. You snort and rest your head on his shoulder, reaching behind Childe and giving Scaramouche’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Scaramouche grumbles and looks away, his cheeks tinting pink while his hand is itching to zap Childe for getting in between the both of you.

“Just to let you know, I’m sure you can eat mochi while pregnant. Though, just a reasonable amount, not an excessive amount.” Childe says, brushing his thumb over your flushed cheeks. You look over at the coffee table and slowly lean forward to grab a piece of pink mochi and take a bite out of it. The mochi tastes fantastic as always; it’s soft and chewy and has red bean paste at the center of the mochi itself. You had always loved mochi, especially when you were still in your universe. You remember your mother would buy a bag that contained sixty mini mochis, and you would eat them for a snack whenever you studied or played Genshin Impact on your desktop.

“So, is there any way you want to reveal the gender of the baby? I highly recommend fireworks!” Yoimiya shoots you a wink.

“A gender reveal?” Dainsleif murmurs, rubbing his chin with his hands while in deep thought.

“Should we do a gender reveal party, or do we leave it as it is and find out about the gender when I give birth?” You ask, turning to look at the other men around you.

“It’s all up to you on whether you want a gender reveal party or find out the baby’s gender after you’ve given birth to the little one,” Kazuha says, kissing the top of your head.

You shrug your shoulders. “It’s still early into my pregnancy. We can decide on that later.” You said, dusting your fingers off and reaching for your teacup on the saucer.

After your hangout with the women has ended, you stretch your arms in the air and yawn. You gathered the teacups and saucers onto the food tray before walking to the kitchen to clean them up. As you’re washing the dishes, someone taps you on your shoulder. You turn your head and see Kaeya and Xiao standing there with their arms crossed over their chests.

You give them a smile. “Is there something I can do for you two?” You ask, putting the cleaned teacups, mini plates, and saucers on the drying rack.

“You shouldn’t be doing housework while you’re pregnant,” Xiao stated.

“It’s fine, Xiao. I’m just washing the dishes, not moving furniture around or cooking food.” You said gently. You turn the faucet off and wipe your damp hands onto the rag.

Kaeya grabs you by your forearm and pulls you towards him and Xiao. “What Xiao meant to say is that in Liyue, those who are pregnant should be relaxing and not do any work,” Kaeya explains, walking you out of the kitchen with Xiao walking alongside you.

“Oh? Is that so? That’s funny because, in my world, it’s the same thing in certain cultures. Pregnant people weren’t allowed to leave the house even,” You said, rubbing your hands over your stomach. The bump has yet to form, but you’re anxious about it developing because that means you’ll have to be extra careful than you already are.

“Do you want me to carry you to your bedroom? You need to rest and get plenty of sleep.” Ayato says, wrapping his arms around your waist and lightly resting both of his hands on your belly.

You were about to protest but decided not to. You nod your head and let Ayato carry you bridal style up the stairs and to your bedroom. Even though you’re capable of taking care of yourself while pregnant, you might as well let the men spoil you, or else you’ll get puppy dog eyes from the men if you were to reject their offering to help.

Ayato lays you on your bed and Venti and Gorou pop by the entrance of your bedroom with a smile on their face as if they’re waiting for something. Ayato sighs softly and nods his head as if he is giving them permission to enter your bedroom.

“If you don’t mind, we will be giving you cuddles as you sleep!” Venti says, sitting at the edge of your bed while Gorou sits on the other side of your bed.

“We don’t want you to feel lonely, so both Venti and I have come up with the idea that we’ll be cuddling you to sleep.” Gorou proclaims happily. He lays down on your bed and pats the middle of the bed, telling you to lie down so the cuddling session can begin. You do need someone to cuddle with. Ever since your blood test came back, the men suggested that you didn’t sleep with a ton of plushies on your bed. So they got to work and built extra shelves for the plushies that once resided on your bed.

“Oh, and just a heads up! While you’re in the middle of napping, we will be switching out with the others too. Originally, Gorou and I planned on us being the only ones to cuddle with you as you nap, but the others want in on it as well.” Venti makes a face before laying down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“We should enjoy the moment while it lasts.” You giggled, nestling up between Venti and Gorou before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

The first two months of your pregnancy are complicated; then again, the pregnancy is still complicated the more time goes by. Your stomach is starting to show, which is exciting and terrifying because you have to be extra cautious when you’re doing things and eating certain foods. You were planning on relaxing at the bathhouse to relieve the tension in your body, but the men quickly denied it and told you not to take hot baths or sit in a hot tub or the hot spring in the bathhouse at the abode.

“It can cause a miscarriage. I don’t recommend sitting in anything that can increase the body temperature. The same goes for cold baths,” Albedo says, jotting down notes in his laboratory. 

You purse your lips and play with the hem of Ayato’s button-up shirt that you have stolen from his closet. “I wanted to be a human submarine.” You muttered.

“A what now?” Aether chuckles, raising his eyebrows at you with an amused smile on his face.

Heizou cuddles up against you. “I’m sure you can take baths still, but as long as it’s not hot. Only warm baths!” He strokes your hair and presses a kiss on the side of your head.

Before you can say anything else, Itto walks into the lab, looking around Albedo’s laboratory while trying to look inconspicuous. You, Aether, Heizou, and Albedo stare at Itto as he slowly approaches the four of you, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Itto! Is there anything we can do for you?” You ask, smiling up at the tall oni.

Itto’s eyes light up when the two of you make eye contact. Itto stops in front of you and gazes down at you nervously, the apples of his cheeks rosy pink. You couldn’t help but squeal softly at the shyness Itto was showing; he looked too precious! You reach up and squeeze Itto’s cheeks lightly with a big smile on your face.

“I, uh, I was wondering if it’s okay for me to feel my unborn child,” Itto says, clearing his throat shyly, the tips of his ears turning almost as red as his horns.

“Your unborn child? Please, Itto, we haven’t conducted a paternity test yet.” Tighnari exclaims from the doorway he is leaning up against. Tighnari looks at Itto with wide eyes, then over at you, Albedo, Heizou, and Aether in disbelief.

Tighnari walks further into Albedo’s laboratory and stops beside you, his arms over his chest as he turns to look at Itto with his eyebrows raised. Itto mumbles under his breath. Itto’s once rosy cheeks are now crimson red like his horns. You’re now three months pregnant, and your developing baby bump is beginning to show.

“I think we can take the paternity test later,” You said. “And to answer your question, Itto. Yes, you may feel the baby bump. It’s not much, but it’s there.” You said, reaching towards Itto’s large hands and placing them over your developing baby bump.

Itto’s eyes light up, and he is suddenly kneeling in front of you. Itto lifts up your shirt (that you have stolen from Ayato’s closet) and stares at the forming bump. A big smile stretches across Itto’s face as he gently rubs your belly. Suddenly his lips quiver and tears pool around his eyes, alarming you and the others in the lab. Before you could ask if he was okay, Itto wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him.

You pout and run your fingers through his soft hair while Itto presses light kisses on your baby bump, running his thumb over the bump with his head resting at your side. You look over at the others and the room, only to see them staring at your exposed baby bump. Your body shakes with laughter before you point down at your stomach.

“Do you guys want to feel the baby bump too?” You ask softly, patting your stomach lightly.

As if in a trance, they all nod their heads without taking their eyes off your stomach. Itto grumbles, muttering under his breath about how the others are copying him for wanting to feel your developing baby bump. One by one, Heizou, Aether, Tighnari, and Albedo placed their hands on your stomach, marveling over the fact that there was a being forming inside of your womb right now— a being that could look like any one of them.

“Oh? What’s going on in here?” Al Haitham asks, stepping into the lab with the other men in tow.

You smile and pat Itto’s head, who continues to cling to your side with his arms around your waist. “Itto wanted to feel the baby bump, and I let him. The others joined in after I noticed they had this longing look on their faces, wanting to touch the baby bump,” You reply.

“How warm do you think the baby is in your belly?” Itto asks, nuzzling his cheek up against your belly while continuing to caress your bump.

“It’s probably womb temperature,” Cyno replies, crossing his arms over his chest with a straight face.

Tighnari raises his eyebrows at Cyno. “Was that supposed to be a pun joke?” The corners of Cyno’s lips quirk up before nodding his head slowly.

Al Haitham rolls his eyes. “How clever,” Al Haitham stated. 

“Hey, if any of you want to feel the baby bump, feel free to! After all, making a baby isn’t a one-person job.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. 

“You’re right because it’s a twenty-five-person job.” Aether nods his head.

Heizou leans to whisper into Aether’s ears. “I don’t think it’s possible for twenty-four men to impregnate one person.” 

“I know, but since we don’t know who’s the father of the baby, I might as well be inclusive,” Aether replies.

You hold your hand up. “Before any of you feel my stomach, let me sit down on a chair somewhere because my back is starting to hurt,” You said. You rub your lower back and scan around Albedo’s lab, searching for a chair to sit on.

“No need to find a chair, snookums! I’ll be your chair,” Childe announces proudly. Childe sits at the edge of an empty table and pats his lap. You shrug your shoulders and walk over to where Childe sits before sitting on his lap. 

Diluc turns to look at Zhongli. “Childe is a strange man,” Diluc stated.

Zhongli chuckles at Diluc’s comment, shaking his head. “Indeed he is.”

Childe gasps at Diluc and Zhongli, his mouth ajar. You snort at Childe’s reaction and tilt your head up to press a kiss beneath his jaws, smiling when you feel Childe tighten his grip around your waist before resting both of his hands on the swell of your baby bump. Childe’s gaze softens, and he rests his chin on your shoulders, pressing a gentle kiss on the side of your neck, his thumbs rubbing your bare stomach. You lean your head against him, a tiny smile forming on your face when you hear him breathe in a shaky sigh. You know that Childe is a family man and that he wants to be a father to many children. Childe has even told you to bear his many children multiple times, so seeing his reaction to you being pregnant and touching your pregnant belly was wholesome to see.

“You’ve had your turn now!” Scaramouche stated, lightly batting Childe’s hands away from your belly before pressing both of his hands on your tummy gently. 

Childe grumbles and rolls his eyes, placing both of his hands around your hips. Scaramouche’s narrowed eyebrows soon disappear as he kneels in front of you, not taking his eyes away from your bump. You smile and smooth your hands over his soft hair. Scaramouche subconsciously leans into your touch before pressing a gentle kiss on your tummy.

“What’s on your mind?” You whisper.

Scaramouche shakes his head before standing back up. He pulls you into a hug, burying his face into your hair and pressing many kisses on the top of your head while ignoring the glare Childe was giving him. Childe huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, a pout forming on his face.

You let out a small giggle and wrap your arms around Scaramouche’s waist, rubbing his back lightly. Upon feeling your small baby bump press up against his lower stomach, Scaramouche feels himself melt in your grasp. As much as Scaramouche wanted to tighten his hug, he didn’t want to hurt you or the baby, so he refrained himself from doing it.

“Hey, no need to hog [Y/N] to yourself! Let us get a turn at hugging and feeling their baby bump.” Cyno says, tapping on Scaramouche’s shoulders.

Scaramouche sighs and slowly releases you from his arms. He gives you a small smile before pressing his lips on your forehead before moving away to let the others have their turn in feeling your baby bump. Thoma was the first one to step up; he kneels in front of you and marvels at the sight of your developing baby bump. Thoma presses his hand against your tummy and lightly rubs your tummy with a smile.

“How does it feel to have a life growing inside of you?” Thoma whispers, looking up at you, his eyes glittering with happiness.

You cracked a smile and ran your fingers through his soft blond hair. “It’s a bit strange because I never imagined myself to be a parent. I’m pretty nervous about being one,” You reply.

Baizhu approaches you and places his hand on your shoulders. “It’s okay to have some concerns. After all, Albedo, Tighnari, and I are here to help you if there are any medical emergencies.” He lightly squeezes your shoulders.

“We’ll make sure that you have a healthy routine throughout your pregnancy and after you’ve given birth to the baby,” Albedo says, pressing his hands against the baby bump.

“Oh, don’t leave me out of it too. You know I’m a doctor as well, right?” Dottore asks, lightly pushing Baizhu and Albedo away to be able to feel the baby bump. Albedo and Baizhu raise an eyebrow at Dottore’s comment before exchanging looks with one another. “I can contribute as much to [Y/N]’s healthy lifestyle while pregnant just as much as the three of you.” Dottore huffs, pressing his hand against your tummy.

Pantalone walks up with a smile on his face. “You needn’t worry about the clothes for the baby and furniture for the nursery. I got you covered,” said Pantalone. He presses the palm of his hand against your pregnant belly and smiles. “After all, I do want our children to be spoiled as much as possible, but we will teach them manners because acting like a spoiled brat will earn them a spanking,” Pantalone adds.

You sigh and lay your head on Childe’s shoulders. “The baby isn’t even born yet, and we’re already talking about discipline?” You ask, looking up at Pantalone with a small frown on your face. 

You’re not against disciplining kids, but you believe that disciplining children without putting your hands on them is the way to go. Your parents spanked you and your siblings a lot when you were children, and that did more harm than good; it made you more scared of doing certain things rather than teaching you right from wrong.

“And what do you have in mind, exactly?” Pierro asks, “Children need to be disciplined for their wrongdoings.” 

“While I agree with that, I don’t agree with putting our hands on children because they did something wrong. It’s better to teach it to them than spanking them over the little things,” You said. “Plus, spanking children does more harm than good,” You added.

Capitano sighs. “I believe that we should leave this kind of conversation whenever the baby is born.” Capitano crosses his arms over his chest. “Like [Y/N] said, it’s too early to talk about these things when the baby has barely formed in their womb.” Capitano rubs your belly gently with his gloved hand.

“I really hope the baby turns out to be healthy,” Gorou says, rubbing your stomach and pressing his cheek against your small baby bump. Gorou rests his head on your tummy, his ears pressing up against your stomach as if he’s trying to listen for something.

Kazuha smiles and rubs the top of your belly. “I’m sure the baby will be healthy, Gorou. We’ll make sure that [Y/N] follows a healthy routine and eating habits throughout the pregnancy.” Kazuha reaches for your hand and kisses your knuckles.

Once everyone was able to touch your still-developing baby bump, you informed the men that you’d be taking a nap in your bedroom. This time, it was Kaeya that would be taking you to your room and making sure that you were actually taking a nap instead of sneak-eating snacks (you were caught the first time, and now you’re under surveillance because of that). You sit down on your bed and lay down on your side, hugging your pregnancy pillow against your body while Kaeya spoons you from behind, combing his fingers through your hair.

“Remember to get plenty of rest, alright? Sleep is important for both you and the baby.” Kaeya murmurs into your ears, wrapping his arms around your waist before placing one hand on your belly.

You nod your head. “I will, Kaeya.” A smile slowly appears on your face. “Ever since I was pregnant, I’ve been feeling even more tired than I usually do. So, I will be taking lots of naps more often,” You said, cuddling against Kaeya’s chest. 

Fast forward to you being six months pregnant; you’re not allowed to lift a single finger at all. Yes, you can do some things yourself, but it usually depends on what it is. You wanting to take a shower? Well, shit! There’s a possibility of you slipping and falling in the shower. Therefore, whenever you go and shower, one man will accompany you each time you go and take a shower. If you want to grab something from a tall shelf, one of the tall men will get them for you! No need to stand on the tips of your toes or on the kitchen counter to grab something from high up. There has been a time when you also gave one of the men a heart attack when they woke up in the middle of the night, only to see that you weren’t in bed at all. Ayato rushes down the stairs, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he tries to scan the dark estate for any sign of your presence. Ayato walks toward the kitchen, only to see you rummaging through the fridge at two in the morning, your hair sticking all over the place while mumbling something under your breath. Ayato can see your baby bump peeking out from underneath your sleep shirt; the mere sight made his heart flutter in his chest at the adorable sight.

“Honey, why are you up so late?” Ayato asks. His voice was heavy with sleep as he walked over to where you stood.

You turn to look at Ayato like a startled fox before clearing your throat awkwardly. “I woke up hungry. Now I’m searching for something to eat.” You reply, rubbing your growling stomach. “You know my appetite has grown ever since I got pregnant. I can’t help it; the baby wants something to eat.” You mumbled, rubbing your swollen stomach.

Dainsleif emerges from the shadows, leaning against the entrance of the kitchen, his hair disheveled from his slumber. “You could’ve woken Thoma up from his sleep and asked him to make you something to eat, you know?” Dainsleif has that soft look on his face that makes you weak to your knees.

“I know, but I didn’t want to disturb anyone with my hunger. Plus, I think a simple snack will do. It doesn’t have to be a meal.” You added, turning back to look into the refrigerator. “Pregnancy cravings are weird. I’ve been craving sunsettias dipped in cream cheese sprinkled with spice and sugar.” You muttered, tapping your fingers on your belly lightly.

Xiao appears out of thin air beside Ayato, his arms over his chest. “Since you’re hungry, we might as well get you something to eat and keep you company while we’re at it,” Xiao says.

One by one, the other men start to emerge from the darkness of the estate. Heizou flickers the light switch on, the lights flooding the kitchen and dining area. You shield your eyes for a brief moment before slowly putting your hands back down onto your stomach once your eyes have adjusted to the brightness.

“All of you don’t need to keep me company while I snack. I feel bad that you’re all losing sleep because of your pregnant significant other.” You muttered, subconsciously rubbing your pregnant belly.

Heizou sighs and walks over to you. He snakes his arms around your waist, pulls you close to his side by your hips, and presses a kiss on the apples of your cheeks. “My love, you’re not the one that’s forcing us to stay up with you. We all want to keep you company.” Heizou lightly squeezes your waist.

You sigh in defeat. “Alright, since you all want to keep me company, I can’t force you all to go back to sleep.” You give them a small smile.

Thoma walks over to the pantry and pulls out the ingredients. “I’m not entirely sure how hungry you are, but I’ll make enough for you and the baby.” Before Thoma walks by you, he stops in front of you and presses his lips on your forehead. 

“Oh, I’m really hungry. Make as much food as you like, perhaps like a feast. Though I’m not sure if the others are hungry as well, but do make enough for everyone to eat just in case,” You said.

Zhongli chuckles. “Always so thoughtful of others.” Zhongli smiles at you.

“Come, let’s wait in the living room while Thoma cooks. In the meantime, we can discuss your late-night snacking.” Diluc says, holding his hand out for you to take. You make a face before grabbing Diluc’s hand, letting him pull you towards the living room. Ever since your baby bump started getting bigger, you began to waddle a little bit whenever you walked. Not only was it a funny sight, but it was so cute that the men just wanted to capture every moment of your cute waddles on some recording device. Speaking of recording devices, Itto has been documenting your pregnancy journey with pictures of you every month. Specifically, your forming baby bump with dates and short descriptions written on the back.

“What’s it like being pregnant?” Itto asks, pointing your pregnant belly lightly. 

Venti nods his head. “It looks really complicated, especially when you’re not able to do certain things and eat certain things.”

You scratch your itching nose before sitting down on the couch beside Diluc. “Pregnancy is hard, especially when your clothes don’t fit you anymore because your body is constantly changing and growing to accommodate the baby.” You rub your swollen belly with your right hand. “It’s also really hard for me to pick things off the floor if I drop something because my belly gets in the way of me bending over.” You rest your head on Diluc’s shoulders and let out a long sigh.

“Whoever said that pregnancy is beautiful, they’re lying,” Kaeya concludes. You nod your head at Kaeya’s comment. Kaeya is correct; whoever says that pregnancy is beautiful, they’re lying because there’s nothing beautiful about pregnancy other than a baby developing and birthing that baby after nine months of carrying it.

Gorou laughs lightly. “If you don’t mind me asking, how heavy does your baby bump feel?” You stroke your chin and shrug your shoulders.

“I can’t give you the exact weight of my baby bump, but it’s heavy. Perhaps a watermelon is the best description I can give,” You reply. “Oh! Not only that, but I’m producing breast milk for the baby, and if my breasts are full of milk, I start leaking.” You cross your arms over your chest and wince when you lightly nudge your tender breasts with your hand.

Scaramouche’s eyebrows shot to his hairline at your comment. “Your breasts start to leak milk if there’s too much milk?” You nod.

Childe raises his hand. “I volunteer to suck the milk out of your breasts if it’ll help reduce the pain and constant leakage.” 

Xiao and Scaramouche smack Childe upside of his head with scowls on their faces. You snort and shake your head at the trio while the others look at Childe with their mouths agape. You don’t know if Teyvat has the device, but you’re hoping that a breast pump exists in Teyvat so you can get rid of the excess amount of milk stored in your breasts.

“The milk is for the baby, not for you.” Xiao rolls his eyes, looking away from Childe with a huff.

Before you can open your mouth to say something, you feel your shirt become damp. You let out a sigh for the umpteenth time before getting up from your seat. Great, you’re leaking milk, and it’s getting onto your shirt.

“Can someone please grab me a new shirt? I’m leaking milk.” You muttered, waddling over to the dining table and grabbing a napkin to soak up the leaking breast milk.

“On it.” Kazuha rushes upstairs to your bedroom to fetch you a change of shirt, his footsteps echoing throughout the estate.

Al Haitham turns to look over at Albedo. “Is there a way for you to create a breast pump for [Y/N] to pump out the extra breast milk?”

Albedo nods his head. “Hmm…. It will take some time for me to make that device, but I believe I can get it done in a short amount of time. I’ll get onto it immediately.” Albedo starts to walk away when you grab hold of his wrist and shake your head.

“It’s in the middle of the night, Albedo. As much as I appreciate it, you should save that for the morning and get some rest first.” You give his hand a squeeze.

“How bad does it hurt?” Baizhu asks as he walks up to you while you press the napkins up against your breasts.

You wince and walk over to the trash bin to throw the soaked napkins away. “It hurts a lot; my breasts are very tender, and I can’t pump the milk out because, well, there’s no way for me to do it.”

“Well, since Albedo will be making the pump in the morning, something will need to suck the milk out temporarily to ease the pain and tenderness of your breasts,” Tighnari mutters, stroking his chin.

“My offer still stands.” Childe sings, waving his hand in the air to grab your and everyone else’s attention.

Cyno scoffs, “Absolutely not.”

“How generous of you,” Dainsleif says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“If we let you suck the milk from [Y/N]’s breasts, it’ll lead to you putting baby number two in them.” Ayato crosses his arms over his chest.

Thoma walks out of the kitchen with plates of food laid out on trays in his hand and stops in his tracks when he sees you standing next to the dining table with more paper towels pressing up against your breasts. He gives you a questioning look, and you shake your head as if you’re telling him that you’ll explain it to him later or someone will explain it to him later.

“If you’re still hungry, let me know, and I’ll make more for you, alright?” Thoma places the plate down on the table where you usually sit. 

You nodded your head and thanked him before throwing the paper towels away. You sit down and begin eating the meals that Thoma had oh so graciously cooked for you and the baby. The smell and the look of the food look enticing and mouth-watering. While you’re eating the meal, Al Haitham catches Thoma up to speed on what happened while he was in the kitchen cooking food for you and the baby.

“Childe being Childe, he offered to suck the milk from their boobs,” Aether says, reaching over to steal a piece of your bread and munch on it.

Heizou shrugs his shoulders. “I mean, [Y/N] did say that their breasts being full of milk hurts, and their nipples would leak with milk. Since Albedo is making the breast pump in the morning, Childe is offering a somewhat better replacement,” said Heizou as he stroked his chin.

You shake your head and finish up your meal, rubbing your now full tummy happily. You lean back in your seat and let out a relieved sigh. That hit the spot. You’re hoping the baby is happy and content with the amount of food you’ve eaten just for them. Now you feel like you’re about to pop like an inflated anemo slime.

“Oh! Are you done eating?” Venti asks, gazing at you curiously.

You nod your head. “Yes, I’m done eating! The meals filled my tummy up, and I’m sure this little bean,” you gesture to your baby bump, “is happy and content that they’re able to get some delicious food.” 

Itto makes a face. “Little bean? Onikabuto booboo bear, you know I’m allergic to beans. Can we call the baby something else?” Itto gives you puppy dog eyes.

Cyno cocks his eyebrows at Itto. “Onikabuto booboo bear? What kind of monstrosity of a pet name is that? Also, Scarabs are better than onikabutos.” 

Itto gasps and glares at Cyno before a thought dawns on him. “Scarabs? Scaramouche…. Scarabmouche…” Itto slowly looks over at where Scaramouche stands. Scaramouche glares at Itto, a faint glow of purple emitting from his fingertips and the palm of his hands.

“Do you want me to electrocute some common sense into your head, you dumb oni?” Scaramouche growls, his eyes beginning to glow ominously.

Diluc rolls his eyes. “It’s too early to fight. Since [Y/N] has finished their meal, we should all head back to bed now.” 

Xiao holds his hand out for you to take. You reach for his hand, letting Xiao pull you up from your seat. You almost offered to wash the dishes but then remembered that you weren’t allowed to do basic housekeeping while pregnant. So, you kept quiet and let Xiao guide you up the stairs.

Xiao squeezes your hand. “I’ll keep you company for the night if you’re okay with it.” He looks down at you with a soft gaze.

You smile and rest your cheek against his shoulders, squeezing his hand back. “I would love that.” You whisper, continuing to let Xiao walk you back to your bedroom.

The very next day, you find yourself sitting in between Dainsleif’s legs while he reads you a story from Khaenri’ah, your back pressing up against his chest while you hold the breast pump against your chest. Your head is resting on the crook of his neck, holding the breast pump in place.

“I think the baby will love the stories from Khaenri’ah.” You murmur, a shy smile appearing on your face when you feel Dainsleif press his lips against your temple.

Dainsleif sighs softly. “I hope they do.” He rubs the tip of his thumb against the apples of your cheeks, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You reach up and stroke his soft hair. “I’m sure they will. Children love all kinds of stories that are told to them. I’m sure they’ll want to hear more stories about Khaenri’ah.” You tilt your head back to face him, pressing your lips against his.

“Apologies for interrupting your and Dainsleif’s intimate moment, but we’re just stopping by to check and see how you’re doing.” Jean’s voice interrupts you and Dainsleif. Without a second thought, Dainsleif throws his cape over your torso and looks over to where Jean’s voice came from.

“Ladies! It’s great to see you all again after six months! How have you all been?” You ask, holding the pump close to your chest along with the cape that Dainsleif has draped over you.

Kujou Sara sighs. “You’re the one that’s pregnant; we should be the ones to ask you how you’re doing, not the other way around.” She gives you a soft smile.

You chuckle awkwardly. “Well, I’ve been doing well! The baby is healthy and is, as you can see, still growing! I’m currently, uh, pumping the milk out of my breasts.” You clear your throat. “Give me a moment, ladies. You all can wait in the living room while I go make myself look proper.” Your face heats up with embarrassment. Their visitation is so sudden; you and Dainsleif didn’t expect them to suddenly show up while you’re trying to drain the excessive amount of milk out of your swollen breasts.

“Do take your time. Apologies for not informing you of our visitation; it’s on us.” Ganyu says, bowing elegantly. 

“No, no! No need to worry!” You laugh shyly; you turn to Dainsleif and motion for him to show the women where to go.

The ladies give you a smile before walking off with Dainsleif leading the way. You sigh and lean back in the hammock. At least you’re able to pump out a reasonable amount of milk from your breasts; now, you’re no longer in pain or leaking milk from your nipples. 

You quickly changed into Childe’s shirt and placed the milk bottle in the refrigerator. You make a mental note to start labeling the milk bottles— actually, should you even keep the breast milk? The baby won’t arrive until a few months from now, and the milk will most likely be expired if it’s not ingested soon. Maybe you should’ve taken up on Childe’s offer.

After changing into Childe’s shirt, you slowly descend the stairs, waddling like a penguin with your right hand on your bump while your left-hand clutches the railing. You can’t do normal day-to-day things without having to worry about accidentally doing something that could potentially harm your unborn baby.

“[Y/N], if you don’t mind me asking, where are the fathers of your baby? They shouldn’t leave you alone by yourself while heavily pregnant.” Eula huffs, rushing over to where you’re walking and holding her arm out for you to take.

You wrap your arm around Eula’s and give her a thankful smile. “A few of them are currently building the nursery for the baby right now. The others are out in Teyvat buying furniture for the nursery.” You answered, letting out a deep exhale.

“And they decide to leave you all alone? How irresponsible of them.” Rosaria mutters, shaking her head with disapproval before getting up from her seat to help Eula with assisting you over to the living area where the other women, and Dainsleif, are sitting. 

You slowly sit down on the loveseat with the help of Eula and Rosaria. You give them a smile and chuckle softly. “Please, I wasn’t alone. Dainsleif has been keeping me company this entire time. Baizhu, Tighnari, Albedo, and Dottore are in the medical bay right now.” You said, placing both of your hands on your belly. “Anyway! It’s been a while since I’ve seen all of you, ladies; how have you all been?” You ask, giving them a smile.

“Busy as usual, but we want to check up on you and the baby the most,” Yunjin says, crossing her right leg over her left.

You giggle. “Very pregnant; I’ve been getting up in the middle of the night frequently because the baby and I have late-night cravings now.” You sigh, rubbing your belly.

Keqing looks at you worriedly. “You have been getting plenty of rest, correct? You and the baby need plenty of sleep.” 

You wave her comment off. “Don’t worry about the baby and me getting plenty of sleep, Keqing! The men have been making sure that I get plenty of sleep and take naps when I’m feeling fatigued.” You give Keqing a smile.

Signora hums and leans in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “We know the baby is quite heavy. Have the men do anything to ease the weight of the baby?” Signora asks. You gaze at her curiously and slowly shake your head. You open your mouth to question Signora about what she has implied when Singora motions for you to get up from your seat. You slowly stand up, and Beidou walks over to where you stand and pulls you to the middle of the living room. With your back facing towards Beidou’s direction, she approaches you, wraps her arms around you and gently places her hand beneath your baby bump, and lifts it up. 

“That feels really nice.” You sigh in relief, resting your head on Beidou’s shoulders.

Columbina giggles. “While I see that these men care for you, we know more than they do as women. And I, for one, think that we could treat you better than they can.” Columbina says, ignoring the not-so-subtle glare that was given to her by Dainsleif.

“Anything on your mind, [Y/N]?” Sandrone giggles.

You shake your head. “It feels good to have the weight get taken off.” You let out a blissful sigh.

Arlecchino gets up from her seat and lightly nudges Beidou away from you. Beidou glares at Arlecchino for a moment; the two women exchange silent, heated glares with one another before Beidou reluctantly lowers your pregnant belly. You’re about to open your mouth to protest when Arlecchino takes Beidou’s spot, her chest pressing up against your back, and lifts your pregnant belly. 

“Tch and Dottore said that they take great care of you.” Arlecchino rolls her eyes. She tilts your head up and rubs your chin lightly. “Ditch them; we’ll take better care of you.” Arlecchino coos.

Dainsleif strides over to you and Arlecchino and grabs her by her wrist, and glares down at her, shaking his head. Dainsleif pulls you from Arlecchino’s arms and walks back to the loveseat where you once sat earlier.

“I would keep my hands to myself if I were you. If you put your hands on something that belongs to us, I won’t hesitate to cut them off.” Dottore states, leaning up against the wall with his arms over his chest.

Collei laughs nervously. “A-Anyway!” Collei turns to look at you. “Has the baby kicked yet?” 

You shake your head. “Not yet, but I do feel them move around in there.” You smile, rubbing your belly. 

Ayaka stares at your pregnant belly intently. “If you don’t mind, would it be okay for me to feel your baby bump?” She asks softly. 

You smile and nod your head. “Of course! Go ahead, Ayaka.” You gestured for the daughter of the Kamisato Clan to come closer. 

Ayaka gets up from her seat before walking over to you excitedly, trying to refrain from smiling too big. Ayaka places both of her hands on your bump and lightly feels around your bump, gazing at your belly in awe. You smile and look up at Dainsleif, who is staring down at you with a look of concentration on his face. When the both of you make eye contact, he gives you a tiny smile, and you smile back at him.

You suddenly feel something strange in your tummy, making you wince, and Ayaka gasps. She takes her hand off your stomach and covers her mouth with both of her hands, gazing at you like a startled fox. Dainsleif and Dottore were immediately at your side.

“Did something happen?” Sucrose asks, rushing over to your side.

The door of the abode opens, footsteps rushing down the stairs at the sound of Ayaka’s gasp and Sucrose’s question. You’re immediately swarmed by the men and women around you in the living room of the abode. 

“Oh, dear archons! You didn’t get hurt, did you?” Gorou whimpers, kneeling in front of you.

Before you can answer Gorou’s question, the same feeling hits you. You let out a gasp, and your hands fly to your stomach, eyes wide. What was this strange feeling in your belly? Surely it’s not the baby moving around; you’ve felt the baby move around inside your womb plenty of times, and this was not it.

“I think the baby’s kicking,” You whisper.

“What is it, dearest? Should we take you to the infirmary for a checkup?” Zhongli asks, kneeling beside you.

You grip Zhongli’s forearms and look at him with wide eyes. “I’m fine, but the baby is kicking.” You said softly.

Ayato’s eyes widen. “The baby’s kicking?” 

You nod your head, tears pooling around your eyes. “The baby’s kicking; they’re okay. They’re just kicking around inside, letting me know they’re here.” You laugh, wiping the stray tear that made its way down your cheeks.

“Everyone, please back up and give [Y/N] some room to breathe. You’re all going to make them hyperventilate if you don’t give them space to breathe and collect their thoughts.” Tighnari says, ushering people to move and giving you the space you need.

“The baby isn’t hurting you, are they?” Al Haitham asks. He knelt in front of you and grabbed onto your hand, hesitantly placing his hand on your belly and rubbing it.

You shake your head. “It doesn’t hurt when the baby kicks me, but it does catch me off guard when the baby does it,” You answered.

“Before we get into the topic of the baby and what they’re doing in the womb, do you want to see what the nursery looks like?” Kazuha asks, holding his hand out for you to grab. You smile and nod your head, placing your hand into his grasp, and get up from the couch with the help of Kazuha, Al Haitham, and Dainsleif.

Upon arriving at the nursery, you gasp at the sight of the adorable nursery. Plushies from different regions of Teyvat, the nursery is painted in a porcelain white, subtle colors borderline the smallest parts of the bedroom. A rocking chair in the corner of the room, a diaper changing area that is stocked up on diapers and baby wipes.

“Wow, this baby isn’t even born yet, but is already spoiled by their fathers.” Xinyan chuckles, looking around the room in awe.

You laugh and lean on Kazuha and Al Haitham’s arms. “This baby will be getting nothing but endless love and affection from their parents.” You rub your belly. As if the baby was agreeing, you feel the baby kick your tummy. You winced and rubbed the area where the baby kicked you. “Glad to see that you agree with me.” You chuckle and pat your tummy gently.

While you’re admiring the nursery, the men can’t help but admire you from a distance. You’re going to be a fantastic parent to the unborn baby, and they just know that you’re going to be very attached and smitten with the child. You suddenly stop in your tracks when you stand in front of the crib, your hands clutching onto your stomach.

“[Y/N]? Is something wrong?” Baizhu asks, placing his hand on your shoulder while gazing at you worriedly.

You sigh and slowly turn towards the men and women, your face hot with embarrassment. “I’m feeling hungry, even though I ate about three hours ago.” You mutter, tapping your fingers on your belly.

Kaeya chuckles and shakes his head. “I mean, you are eating for two. You getting hungry all of a sudden is to be expected.” 

Xiao holds his arm out for you to grab. “Let’s go downstairs. We shouldn’t be keeping you and the baby waiting any longer for food.” You waddled towards Xiao and latched yourself onto him, and let him escort you downstairs, with the men and women following behind. At first, you don’t think you’re prepared to be a parent of a child, but with the help from your beloved boyfriends and girl friends, you think you’ll be okay. Though what you definitely weren’t prepared for was eating for two because imagine eating four hours ago, and all of a sudden, you’re hungry again.

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[bellascool]

Hi ! I love your imagine ! 💓 Can you make a Gavi x reader. Where the reader being criticised by gavi’s fangirls about her physic and that Gavi can find many better girls than her so she stars crying and overthinking about her relationship with him and she thinks to leave but Gavi will arrive and ask her why she cries. Thank you if you’ll do it

Hii, thanks for requesting bae (and thanks for the love <33) 💕

INSECURE

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posted : 18/02/23 (European date)

Being compared and critics are killing you slowly

You grabbed your phone and put it on the dressing table to start a live.

You pressed the live button and made sure there was no filter since you didn't like it.

"Hi everyone, today I'm showing you my makeup routine!" you happily said while putting on your makeup headband

"You look gross without makeup."

"Thanks God she's not going to stay like this. Hopefully makeup will hide your ugliness."

You acted like you didn't read these comments, keeping your smile while you felt a small knot forming in your throat.

"A lot of you guys asked for my routine so here I am!" You started applying cream on your face

"The secret for a smooth skin is hydratation! Make sure to use some cream before doing your makeup and after taking it off."

"Absolutely no one asked but ok sure"

"Your own advice doesn't work on yourself. Your skin is horrible just like your big belly lmao"

You kept on laughing to the other nice comments but you couldn't ignore what they said.

"Are you and Gavi still together?" you read out lout while blending your concealer

"Of course we are! I never loved someone like him and- oh my, I'm so embarrassing" you cut yourself laughing at how easily you could talk about your love for your boyfriend

"Someone tell her to shut the fuck up"

"He could do better tbh. There are a lot of girls way prettier than her who could kill for him"

Your smile faded a little as you started overthinking about that one comment.

It wasn't even a lie. There's so many girls with perfect body, perfect smile, who doesn't need makeup to look like the future miss universe and yet, he still chose you.

You weren't that special, yes you were pretty but compared to all these girls.

Aww man, why can't I be perfect like them too?

"Are you okay? Why did you suddenly stop smiling and talking ?"

"Oh I'm sorry, my ADHD isn't helping me stay focused" you tried to hide your pain with some humor while you just wanted to disappear right now

"And then I add some mascara, I personally use the maybelline lash sensational sky high mascara, best mascara ever!" you said in a fake happy tone

"You look so fake. Gavi is probably dating you to use you for the medias or something."

"I don't understand, Adriana Falco is so much prettier than you. I hope Gavi dumps you for her."

That was it, you had enough, you felt tears forming and didn't wanted to cry in front of everyone like that.

"I'm sorry I gotta go, see ya" you quickly mumbled before ending the live as the tears and pain you held finally left your body

You started to cry harder and harder, remembering all the comments.

It wasn't the first time that people compared you and told you that you didn't deserved a guy like Pablo but you always let it slide and now all the accumulation was bursting out with your tears.

You took your head between your hands as your breath quickened at how hard you were crying, making your shoulders bounce while your whole body was shaking.

Well you knew that you wasn't attractive enough for a handsome boy like Pablo so you tried to hide it with humor.

Maybe you really don't deserve him, I mean, he's pretty, nice, famous, rich, funny, caring while you were quite the opposite.

You didn't even hear the door open and the boy throwing his bag as he rushed to hug you.

"Oh my God, y/n what's wrong?" he was standing next to you who was sitting which means you had your head against his abs, his arms around your shoulders hugging you tightly "I was gone for a hour and you were fine before I left, what happened?" he asked confused

You tried to speak but all you could get out of your mouth were sobs.

Pablo kissed your head as he softly stroked your back to comfort you, understanding that you couldn't speak.

"It doesn't even matter, come here" he gently picked you up bride style and made you lay on your mellow bed, putting the blanker on top of your body

"Wait a second"

He then disappear from the room, leaving you and your thoughts alone, you felt a little better thanks to him but not enough to stop crying.

He came back 2 mins later with a tray full of snacks and his grey sweater that you loved which he did too and never let you steal it from him.

He put the tray on the nightstand next to the bed and came next to you, giving you a small kiss on your wet cheek before handing you the piece of cloth you always wanted.

"Put it on, linda" you did as he asked, you immediately stopped crying as if you were a kid who would stop if you gave him a lollipop

Pablo noticed it too which made him chuckle before going under the blanket, pulling you against his warm body with his arm around your back so you're laying on top of him now.

You wrapped your arms around his torso while he put on your favorite movie.

He looked down at you, putting his hand on your right cheek, softly caressing it before he gave you a little kiss on your lips.

"Better?" he whispered as if he talked too loudly he would hurt you, you hummed in response and watched the start of the movie

"I love you, thanks for taking care of me" you

mumbled against his chest

"I will always take care of my favorite person" he softly smiled, followed by you, loving the nickname he gave you

"Pablo can I ask you something?" you broke the cute moment as you lifted your head to look at him in the eyes

"What is it hermosa?"

"Would you.. I mean do you really think that I'm pretty? Please be honest." you looked away, embarrassed as he was confused

"You're the prettiest girl on earth, of course you are" he said as if it was obvious

"But my body-"

"Your body is perfect the way it is" he cut you off

"There are girls that are prettier with a better body than mine though" you mumbled

He cupped your cheeks with his hands, forcing you to look at him. He had a serious face.

"Y/n I don't care about other girls, I only care about you and I know that you're the prettiest, nicest, most caring person and I have so many words to describe how perfect you are so stop comparing yourself to other girls. And if people try to convince you otherwise then they're jealous because they can't have what you got." he said in a calm yet serious voice

You felt a tear running down your cheek but this time, it was a happy tear.

He wiped it off with his thumb and connected your lips together in a soft and passionate kiss.

The kiss was delicate and you couldn't help but smile against his lips, happy to have him.

When you pulled out, you rested your head against his shoulder as his hands wrapped against your waist, pulling you even closer then you already were, a smile on his face, glad to have you as his girlfriend.

Funny how his words could impact you so much in a positive way.

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MIKE WITH A PISS KINK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

tbh I've never really wrote for piss kink before the other post. but I'm exploring and dipping my toes very slowly into stuff (am I being slow? idk? anyway. who fucking cares.)

Mike is a nasty little freak and nobody can convince me otherwise. he likes having some power over at least certain aspects of his life, he likes being in control of things he chooses to control. not like paying the bills and going to work. cuz he has to? to live?

but he can have control over his gf. her body. her bladder. Just because he can.

so when he first was plagued with the image of his gf just pissing on him, his brain chemistry changed and he kind of wanted to make it a reality, trying without freaking his gf out and also without really telling her.

maybe it was him convincing her to let him fuck her when he knew she drank a bit too much water today and felt like going on the middle of him fucking her. maybe he'll let her go, maybe not, maybe he'll ask her to hold it in until he's done, she can wait, right? She can do it, she's a big girl <3

and maybe he'll hold onto her waist, dig his fingers super close to her belly button, press down a bit where her bladder should be in guise of him just holding her up, but really, he just loves her little squeals of panic and flinches, and not once does she tells him to stop, just whines and whines and moans while getting rocked on his cock.

And as soon as he's done and at this point, his baby is shaking and overwhelmed, he'll help her to the toilet, and help her sit and relieve herself while she's still. panting. and he's there, standing over her with a hand on her shoulder, so she wouldn't somehow slip and fall?

he's just a good bf after all, he has to make sure his gf is safe and taken care of <3

and then obviously Mike will take care of her, hop in the shower, wash her body for her and all, dress her up in some comfy clothes and lounge in their bed together <3

perhaps this keeps happening for a long time, his gf needs to go, but he needs her more than she needs to go, and how can she say no to those eyes??? and the cycle repeats until she realises that maybe he really, really, want her to let go.

So it happens then, for the first time, while in the shower, because its the perfect place to make a mess, and it starts off pretty innocent, just showering in silence, together, then washing each other's hair, giggling and slowly getting touchy until her back is to the wall and he's moaning in her neck with the sound of his hips snapping against hers echo in the shower.

And she doesn't tell him she needs to go, she just holds him tighter, wraps her arms around his neck and presses herself closer, he moans, and then he feels something, he's confused at first, terrified that he somehow hurt her because why the fuck is something hot dripping down her thighs, and when the smell hits his nose he absolutely loses it.

"Hah- Had to go, hm? Couldn't hold it in? Hm, baby? Fucked you so good you just-- Pissed yourself? Fuuuuuuuuuccckkk... Yeah. Yeah, you're mine. And I'm yours, yeah?"

his eyes almost roll to the back of his headand his rythm stutters and he snaps them harder, tries to get himself deeper, closer, all the while making the most debauched and pathetic noises he's ever made, he's so unbelievably horny he cums in no time.

and from that day on, everything changes.

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[firsttimewriter92]

Everything Black Part 8

This is a Post Azkaban Sirius Black x fem! reader (Muggle) fic I came up with. This is the first time I´m writing something like this and posting it, so let me know if you have any suggestions as to how I can improve my writing. I am not a native speaker so please keep that in mind :) Please, please don´t copy my work.

Warnings: Minor DNI !!! Smut, cursing, angst, PiV, canon typical violence, panik, fluff. I couldn´t help myself. He didn´t deserve what he got, damnit!!

Word count: 6.503

Summary: After the innitial christmas bliss, something happens that shakes your whole existence. Something that has the power to changing everything

My lovely readers. I really need to apologise for making you wait so, so long for this chapter. I was not in the right headspace for Sirius at all and if I´d finished this fic in that state, none of us would have enjoyed it. Thankfully I found my way back to this fic which is so dear to my heart and I sincerely hope that I did it justice with this last chapter. THANK YOU ALL for reading and encouraging me to keep going.

There are some Sirius asks in my inbox so I´m not quite finished with this lovely chap ;) Please enjoy

He looked at you with glowing cheeks and said “My room is closer. Is that alright?” You nodded while a grin split your face. “Yes, absolutely” you said. He slowed down, suddenly pressing you to a door to your right. “Good,” he spoke in your ear. “We´re here.” Kissing you passionately he reached behind you and opened the door. He walked you through it without breaking the kiss, kicking the door close again behind him.

You didn´t even have much time to look around his room when your back hit the closed door again. Not being able to complain in the slightest, you enjoyed Sirius´ hands grabbing hard onto your hips, pressing his whole body into yours. Your hands lay on his chest and you could feel his erratic heartbeat even through all the layer of clothing. Clothing…annoying. With nimble movements your fingers fumbled with the golden buttons on his vest. His lips on yours stretched a little into a smirk. He pulled you off the door slightly and hummed delighted as he bit your lip slightly. “Eager, are we?” he whispered against them and slowly moved his hands from your hips up to encase your ribcage. You hummed with a smile.

“My love,” you said and pushed the vest over his shoulders and off. “This whole evening I couldn’t stop thinking about this right here.” Your hands slithered into the open collar or his dress-shirt, gently stroking your forefinger over the huge tattoo adorning his sternum. Sirius´ eyes were already black as night as he gazed down at you with fiery desire. As an answer to your statement, Sirius lifted his hands and lay them onto your shoulders. His head tilted slightly to the side as he moved the delicate silver straps that were holding up your dress to the side. Torturously slow you felt them slither over your skin until they fell over your arms. The dress fit you so perfectly that it didn’t fall immediately.

Impatience was raging in your veins as you pushed at Sirius´ chest and with a light laugh he tumbled backwards until his knees hit his bed. He sat down without breaking eye contact with you. His hands were at your waist in an instant as he looked up at you appreciatively. You grinned down at him and lightly touched his bearded cheek before taking a step back. For a moment he looked bewildered but then yours hands went to your dress and he quickly sat up straighter. His eyes didn’t seem to know where to look. They flitted from your collarbone to your chest, down to your waist and up to your face again.

Slowly your hands pushed the beautiful green and silver dress down, exposing  the black lace he had requested and you were more than happy to have granted his wish. The way his whole body seemed to vibrate with life and desire the moment the dress hit the floor was everything you ever wanted to see. A low groan escaped his lips as you stood in front of him. “A vision” he said breathily. “C´mere” he stretched out a hand which you took with a grin. He bit his lip and tucked you forward. Without a second to spare his lips connected with the swell of your breasts as you wound your arms around his neck. Sirius´ tongue darted across your skin, tickling, tasting and exploring the expanse of your chest.

You closed your eyes and buried your fingers in his hair, effectively removing the hair tie and letting the bouncy, shiny mass of black curls flow freely between your fingers. Sirius groaned again, gently bit the lace material and tucked it out the way. Seemingly just as impatient as you his hands moved quickly to your back, fumbled for a second and smoothly pulled off your bra. “Who´s eager now?” you asked cheekily but were quickly sucking in a breath through your teeth when you felt his wet lips around your already pointy nipple. You got no answer from him.

Sirius´ mind was completely overcome by you, the taste of you, the essence of you and your presence. The way you melted into his touch, your subtle little noises of pleasure and just the over all fact that you were there with him. He carefully licked around your nipple just to hear your heavy intake of air through and open hanging mouth and he suddenly wished he had one more pair of eyes and hands. Letting go of your chest he looked up at your face and was met with a sight that he could only compare to a renaissance painting. Your head was thrown back ever so slightly, your chest was partially glistening from his saliva, your mouth open and eyes half closed and heavy.

When you couldn’t feel his lips on you anymore you were about to protest but soon felt his hands on your back move. One arm snaked around you waist while a wide palm roughly grabbed your ass and pulled you into his lap quite unceremoniously. When your eyes snapped to his however you saw the playful mischief in them and grinned right back. Wiggling in his lap to get comfortable he hissed slightly and shook his head. Adjusting you on his lap himself, Sirius´ palms made contact with the lace around the plump meat of your ass.

“You feel incredible, do you know that, little dove?” he asked lowly. You nodded your head gently. “You might have mentioned that fact” you said as you kissed his lips lightly. “Want to feel even better?” Sirius grinned. “___,” he said a little hesitant. “Do you really want to? I might be really shit at it, you know. Or it´s going to be over too fast…Can we even…? I mean I don´t have any…erm…preparations-“ “Sirius” you grabbed his face in both hands. “I want more than just your mouth on me. I want more than dry humping. I drank a potion. We´re fine.” You kissed his nose and felt his shoulders relax a little more. “If you´re up for it, I´ll take what you want to give. You won´t be shit, sweet boy.” Bless his unsure heart.

Sirius nodded his head and tried to get his doubts under control. “Was just making sure” he said lamely. You smiled again and leaned into him. Your mouth right next to his pieced ear you whispered “Enough with the doubts, Sirius. I want you. I want you more than anything else. Let me show you.” In a flurry of self confidence you reached for his hand, scooted back a bit on his lap and guided it gently downwards over your chest, over your stomach to the hem of your panties. You heard his breathing pick up. His long fingers curled into the fabric and moved it gently to the side. The moment his digits made contact with your already wet folds he let out a strangled moan. Not just because he felt how ready you were for him but because your own breath escaped right into his ear as you bit it gently.

You could feel his fingers rhythmically move over your folds, gathering wetness there and spreading you open slightly. Bumping your clit in the process you began to shake in his arms and pushed your hips into his hand. “Sweetheart” he panted into your neck and licked your pulse point. “You´re so wet for me.” It almost sounded like he couldn’t believe that he had this kind of affect on you. “Yes” you said as goosebumps erupted all over your back. “More” It came out as a breathless plea and he was more than happy to comply. Putting more pressure into his movements, his fingers found your hole and slowly inserted two of his fingers, groaning. “Fuck” you yelped and bucked your hips again. “That´s it, little one” Sirius growled. “Can I get you off like this? Bet I could, huh?” You could only nod as you felt your insides flutter around his fingers still moving gently but decisive.

It seemed like he was trying to gather all his still functioning thoughts and removed his hand from your panties. “No, no, no, no-“ you whispered and looked at him with unsatisfied eyes. Sirius´ face was flushed bright red and with an open, dry mouth you watched as he lifted his fingers to his lips and without breaking eye contact he licked your wetness off his digits with a content sigh. His eyes fluttering close for a second he wasted no time. Baring his teeth he quickly stood and swung you around onto his mattress. His chest was heaving as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it over his shoulder. Leaning onto your elbows to see him better you watched with hungry eyes how his wide shoulders rolled momentarily. Lean muscle stretched under beautiful decorated pale skin. His tattoos were even more impressive than you´d thought. They scattered all across his chest, his ribs and his stomach. Most of them you couldn’t decipher and you made a small mental note to ask him about them later. Your mind however was gone again the moment he looked down and popped open the button on his pants, lowering them and stepping out.

The moment your eyes met again he was on you. Without thinking about it he made himself at home between your thighs. His hot and swollen dick nestled perfectly above your panties. The feeling was unlike anything you´d ever felt. It felt like being with someone who actually wanted to be there, who wasn´t trying to make this solely about himself. Sirius´ kisses to your neck, jaw and lips told a completely different story. One of dedication, passion and devotion. With shaking hands you help his face while kissing him and wrapping your legs around his narrow waist. “Sirius” you breathed against his mouth. “Please….make me yours.” Sirius´ stomach was doing summersaults at this point and with a gentle nod of his head his hand wandered over your ribs and to the last bit of fabric on your body. Untangling from him you watched him get on his knees and with a concentrated gaze pulled off your panties. Sensually his hands guided the garment over your thighs, calves and finally off your body.

He stared at you. How your chest heaved and shook with panting breaths. How your pussy glistened in the dim light of the gas lamps left and right of his bed. An awestruck gaze flashed through his silver irises and he gently shook his regal head as if to convince him that you were really there. Your own eyes however were trained on the bulge in his boxers. The one twitching when he noticed the hungry look in your eyes. “Ready, dove?” he asked gently and leaned further over you. You wet your lips and as your answer, reached out to his hips. Almost impatiently you tucked at his boxers and pushed them as far as you could down over his ass. He chuckled a bit and took care of the rest himself.

Seeing him in all his glory was almost too much for your poor brain. A beautiful face that told a story of pain, endurance and immense gentleness, wide shoulders, lean chest and a narrow waist. In the light of the room it almost looked like his tattoos were dancing across his skin. Not just on his chest, neck and hands but also on his thighs and calves. “You´re so darn beautiful” you said with a choked up voice. “Come here” you beckoned him to you with your hands. He came willingly and quickly, pressing his mouth to yours almost in a frenzy. His tongue in your mouth immediately.

The both of you didn’t need much more preparation than gentle words and hands. The moment your legs encased him again and he was in the perfect position, he was fighting with himself not to tell you that he loved you. Loved you with a fury that was unknown to him. Loved you in a way he knew would destroy him if mistreated. He couldn’t. Not yet. In this position it would feel situational. He needed you to know it the moment it came the most natural. But he also knew he couldn’t wait much longer.

When he pushed inside for the first time ever so carefully he almost collapsed on top of you. “Bloody fuckin´ hell” he rasped from behind his teeth as you gasped. “You ok?” he looked at you and saw that your eyes were again almost closed and you nodded. “Yeah,” you mumbled. “I´m fine, Sirius. Please, don´t stop” He smiled down at you and kissed your lips once more. “Whatever my lady wants.”

With these words he moved his hips again. Back and forth, inch by inch he groaned deep from within his chest.

You had trouble breathing by the time he was fully inside you and stopped moving for a moment. Never in your life had anything, anyone felt so good. Shaking fingers grabbed his biceps and squeezed when your eyes met. The blood was rushing in your ears and a light sheen of sweat already adorned both your bodies. “Thank you” you said with all the gentleness you could muster and watched as he pinched his eyebrows momentarily. “What for, darling?” he asked in a strained but curious voice. “For being you and not forcing anything.” You meant every word you said and felt your eyes become wet. Sirius looked at you a little bewildered and then with so much devotion, a tear actually fell down your cheek. He wiped it away and held your face in his hand. “___, I would never, in my life, force you to do anything you don´t want to do or don’t feel absolutely content with. And the thought that you feel the need to thank me for that makes me equal parts furious and worried.” He kissed your forehead. “Whatever it is, you need to tell me to stop and I will. I promise you that. Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head and smiled at him. “Absolutely not. Not for anything in the world.” To make it even more obvious to him and to push the mood into another direction you squeezed around him and watched his eyes roll back for a moment and a long whine escape his lips. “Little minx” he exhaled with a laugh. “Is that how it is?”

You grinned at him and wound your arms around his neck. His hair was tickling the tip of your nose a little as you nodded. “Well then” he growled and pulled out slightly. “Let´s see if you´re still cheeky when I do this.” And with the last word he pushed back in with a quick jab. A loud groan bubbled from your throat as you closed your eyes. “Again” you begged. Sirius listened and started a beautiful rhythm. Pulling out slowly and pushing back in stronger and quicker he soon began breathing heavily. Pressing your fingernails into his neck you felt your body buzzing, your heart pounding and a feeling of electricity crawl all over your skin. One of your hands made its way down over his strained back and covered the flesh of his ass, pushing him closer. “Good Godrick, baby” he moaned. His arms repositioned themselves for better support as his thrusts became quicker over all. “Oh fuck,___” he panted and glided his hand over your chest, lightly flicking your nipple before taking it in his mouth again.

“Ah” you gasped and arched into him almost painfully. “Sirius, yes. Oh hell, yes.” Immediately you felt your stomach tighten and a distinct pull right where his cock moved inside you. “Shit, what…?” you looked down at where you were joined and then back up at him with big eyes. He kissed you again, his tongue tangling with yours. “HmmHmm” he murmured against your lips. “Yes, darling. I can feel it. You feel good?”

“Yes” you panted. “Yes, so good. What´s happening? Oh fuck. Ah!” You heard him chuckle and hiss as you moved your hips with his. “My love” he said into your ear. “You´re about to come. Have you never…?” You shook your head. “Never during. Oh, there. There…Sirius!” He growled in satisfaction. His teeth sank into the soft flesh beneath your ear. The dominant part of him celebrating the fact that no other man had ever managed to do what he could do. Fucking selfish idiots, he thought.

“Right then, my beloved. Hold on tight” he said and you listened. Holding onto his shoulders he grabbed your hips and angled you slightly upwards. Your ass was now flush with his thighs as he began a different rhythm.

Stars exploded behind your eyes as you yelled out and grabbed his hair. The new angle allowed him to sink so deeply within you he almost fell over with the shock that punched through him. Your warmth, voice and scent all around him, he got completely lost in it all. One arm next to you allowed him some kind of leverage as he moved his hips, pushing into you over and over again. Seeing your breasts move in kind made him lose almost all self-control. He couldn’t remember the last time his body felt so hot, slick and his heart pounding with so much force. He was alive. He was alive because of you.

“Fuck, darling. Don’t hold back, don’t you dare. Come on” he begged you with a cracking voice. “S-Sirius…I-“ you hickuped as you blindly but with open eyes grabbed at his skin. “I know, sweetheart. I know. It´s all right, I´m right here. You can let go…oh fuck, yes…let it happen. I-I´ll catch you…argh” he pressed his eyes closed and again bared his teeth as he felt you squeezing him even more ferociously than before.

The pressure you felt deep within swelled and swelled until you had trouble taking in air, your vision of Sirius blurred and suddenly something white and hot crawled up your spine. With his name silent on your lips your back arched once again as the pressure snapped and you silently screamed into the void. An unbelievable feeling of euphoria convulsed through your body and you forgot where you were for a second. You felt your body shake and gentle hands on your side. Through the fog you heard him.

“Fucking perfect, baby. So beautiful. Shh, shh, it´s okey. ´M there too. With you…fuck, fuck, yes!___!” You could feel his thrusts becoming less and less frequent and through your haze you knew what you wanted most of all. With still shaking thighs you tightened them around him to keep him in place. “Please” you panted. “Please…I-In me.”

Your voice reached his ears and the next moment he fell over the edge with a snarl. His hands dug themselves deep into your flesh as the tidal wave of his orgasm nearly pushed him over. “Oh hell, darling. Yes, Yes, Yes…Oh fuck, so warm. Perfect. Argh!!” Hunched over he tried to regain his composure but it was impossible. “Baby” he said weakly as he, still spasming and still inside you, leaned over you and relaxed his body onto yours. You welcomed him with little pecks to his shoulder.

You could both feel the others thundering heart, how your skin slick with sweat felt like, how he steadily went limb inside of you. After what felt like hours Sirius groaned and rolled off of you only to position himself right next to you and pulling you close again. His nose nuzzled your cheek affectionately. You turned your head and looked into his eyes that steadily turned silver again. He reached out and stroked his forefinger over the bridge of your nose, lightly tapping the tip. You leaned in and kissed him long and slow. More content than you´d ever felt in your life. Again, both your hearts screamed the same words as your eyes did the talking.

“You´ve saved my sanity” he eventually whispered. His arms pulling you closer still. You smiled at him and licked your lips. “I can´t be the only one. What about Harry?” Sirius scrunched his nose and answered dryly.

“Can we not talk about my godson while my cum´s dripping out of you?”

“Oh, for fuck sake” you giggled and covered your eyes with your palm while Sirius just snickered.

“You´re right, you´re right” you said and looked at him again. “If I saved your sanity then you definitely saved my happiness.” Sirius leaned over you and kissed you contently.

“Speaking of cum” you said as he growled playfully and pinched your ass. You swatted his chest. “I´ve got to use the loo.” Sirius had a grumpy look on his face for a second before his eyes blitzed. “I think we need a shower, darling, don’t you?” Thinking about it he was of course right. So, you sat up and got up on wobbly legs. Sirius had no other choice than to let his chest swell with pride when he saw it. You leaned down and gave his forehead a kiss. “Give me two minutes alone, then you can come get me.” He grinned and nodded. “You bet your sweet arse I will.” Rolling your eyes a little bit you turned and naked as the day you were born walked over to his bathroom, never having felt so content or comfortable with your own nakedness. You knew because you felt it, Sirius´ eyes were following you until you closed the door.

Five minutes later you stood in Sirius´ arms under the shower. He insisted on washing your body and your hair, gliding his hands over you sensually but not sexually. Whispering sweet things into your ear while the steady stream of water washed over you.

Freshly showered, none of you bothered with clothes as you got into bed. Your thoughts consumed by yet unspoken words you whispered gently to each other until you both fell asleep. Your foreheads touching and legs tangled together, your last view the eye colour of the person you loved.

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The next few days were spent in Christmassy bliss. The young wizards were a much needed whirlwind in Sirius´ life and you felt each day just how much he loved having everyone around. That was until it was time for another order meeting and Snape entered the house. It was astounding to you sometimes how quickly Sirius could switch from cheeky and happy to serious and permanently on edge as soon as Snape entered the room. Since your last encounter with him Sirius was very protective of you. Holding you close, spewing acid from his eyes in Snape´s direction.

You felt how with every passing week, the kids had already left for Hogwarts again, he became increasingly tense. He tried not to show it in your presence but he wasn’t the only one you observed this behaviour in. Everyone seemed to grow more worried each day and it kind of scared you. Sirius told you a lot about what they discussed in the meetings but you were sure that he left a lot of it out as to not worry you. These days you cursed being a Muggle more and more. But there was nothing you could do.

And then one night while you slept blissfully in Sirius´ arms, three loud bangs to Sirius´ door let the both of you shoot up from the bed. “Sirius!” It was Remus on the other side of the door. Sirius jumped out of bed and hurried over to the door, ripping it open. Remus looked worried and dishevelled. “Albus is waiting down in the kitchen for us. Get dressed.” His tone was all Sirius needed to not ask unnecessary questions. He grabbed his jeans and an old shirt looking at you. “Come on, love. Get dressed. He didn’t say it was an order meeting.” Nodding quickly you threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Hurrying silently downstairs into the kitchen the three of you didn’t exchange any words.

In the middle of the kitchen stood Albus Dumbledore. He was surrounded by Tonks, Moody, Arthur and Kingsley. Seeing almost all order members there you stopped immediately. An apology on your lips you felt Sirius gently grasping your arm, his dark gaze on Dumbledore. “What happened?” he demanded.

Albus looked at him directly and spoke. “You will not like what I´m about to ask of you, Sirius.” Sirius´ eyebrows pinched and you felt anger roll off of him. “Whatever will be discussed in the next minutes, you cannot leave Grimmauld place.”

“What. Happened?” Sirius seethed. Albus could see it was lost battle this time. It was like Sirius already knew. Panick flooded your insides and all you could think was that only one person could force Sirius to break his promise to Dumbledore. “It´s Harry and the others. They´ve been deceived and are currently in the department of Mysteries.”

The room felt cold, Sirius´ hand on your arm felt cold and hard. All sound vanished from the world and a ringing started in your ears. Sirius looked paler that he ever had and cold sweat started forming on his neck. “Why would he…?” Sirius began with a voice that you´ve never heard from him before. “Deceived…”

“I don’t know much more than you at this point” Dumbledore addressed the room. “But I´m sure I don’t need to explain that time is of the essence. Alastor” he directed his attention to Moody. He only nodded and squared his shoulders. “Tonks, Lupin, you are with me” he growled. “Kingsley and Arthur will meet up with Charlie at the ministry. Sirius” he growled and looked at the black haired man at your side who was shaking with anger. “You stay here.”

Sirius exploded, letting go of your arm. “What the fuck are you on about?! I´m not staying here while Harry is fighting for his life. You know who´ll probably be there!” His voice boomed through the kitchen. “That´s exactly the reason why you of all people need to stay here. We need level headed people in there!” Moody yelled back. “We can´t have you charging in there with tunnel vision. What do you think will happen when they get to you?! When she gets to you!”

Sirius was pacing and gripping his hair hard. You´ve never seen him so devastated but everything Moody just said made total sense. You could only hope that he´d see it the same way.

“I´ll kill her!” he said. His voice void of all emotion except pure hate. “Sirius” Arthur tried to make him see sense. “We´ll go get them. Stay here, it´s too risky.” You didn’t dare ask Sirius to stay although it was all you wanted in this moment. But it wasn’t your decision to make and not your godson in danger. Though thinking about all these young people that you grew to fond of and how they were in danger made your insides twist and you were sure your face was almost green with nausea.

Sirius looked at the people in front of him like they´d all collectively lost their minds. “Leave!” he bellowed and watched the next second how they all, except for Molly vanished from the kitchen. The silence that followed was deafening and you surely didn’t expect Sirius to actually stay. Molly didn’t seem to be convinced either as she shot him a warning glare. “Sirius” she said carefully but with emphasis. He was pacing again, ignoring her. He came to a stop in front of you and clasped your shoulders harder than he intended. Your head whipped up to him and the sight scared you more than anything.

He wouldn’t stay, you saw it in every line of his face and in every shade of apology and anger in his irises. You knew he would leave, heading head first into a situation that could cost him his life and you couldn’t do anything to convince him not to do it. He stared at you intently, willing you to understand, to forgive him for what he was about to do. Tears gathered in your eyes and he moved his hands to your face. “I…I can´t,___” he croaked with a voice full of regret as you shook your head pleadingly. “Forgive me.” Your knees almost buckled when he pressed his forehead against yours, kissed your lips hard and with another crack, the love for your life was gone. Molly reached you just the moment you screamed out your panic and devastation before your knees gave out and you sank to the ground in her arms.

“M-Molly” you trembled like a leaf as you gasped her name. Her arms around you shook almost as bad as yours when she tried to get you up from the ground. “I know, my sweet. I know. Come on, you need to stand up. You need to be strong now.” Molly´s voice shook and you heard the heaviness of tears in it. She guided your numb body to the table where you sat down and buried your head in your hands, sobbing. What if he didn’t come back. What if none of them came back?

The sound of a kettle in the background seemed so far away and dull as you stared at the spot where Sirius would usually sit. When Molly sat down a cup of tea in front of you, you didn’t even move. “I didn’t even get to tell him” you whispered. Molly followed your gaze to Sirius´ chair. Taking your hand in yours she said “He knows, darlin. He knows.” You shook you head no as more tears streamed down your face. “I didn’t tell him” you said and finally looked at her. Her eyes were swollen red and she looked ages older than she´d ever had. “Sometimes…sometimes words are not needed. Looking at the two of you and what you do for each other, none of us have any doubt that you are in love. So believe me,___. He knows it too.” Pleadingly you looked at her. “But he never heard it from me. What if he doesn’t-“

“Enough, darling!” Molly said suddenly with a fiery look in her eyes. “Enough” she said more gently. “Do not think like that. Please.” Her expression changed again and suddenly you felt like the worst person in the world. “Oh Molly” you breathed and took her hand in his. “I´m sorry, Molly. I didn’t think…your children. Arthur” Molly nodded and held your hand tighter. “You´re fine, sweetheart. I knew that this was a possibility but….when it actually comes…” Her eyes filled with tears again and you quickly wound your arms around her neck. You both cried in each other’s neck for a little while until Molly patted your back and leaned back. Taking your face in her hands she looked you deep in the eyes.

“If you truly love him and want to stay with him, it is time you get used to the possibility of this happening again. He´s a stubborn man and Harry´s the only family he has. Maybe that changed with you. But only so much. He loves that boy like a son and he will run to him whatever happens.” You nodded your head and took several deep breaths. “This is, after all…war.” Molly said calmly.

The hours trickled by so slowly, you were almost ready for your straight jacket. Pain and blinding worry was all you felt while sitting in the kitchen. One horrifying scenario running through your mind after another. Harry dead. Sirius dead. The Weasleys…dead.

Crack!

Yours and Molly´s heads snapped up and Molly let out a wail, staggering across the room and landing in her families arms. “Oh thank fuck!” You whispered and cried when you saw Ron, Ginny and Arthur all in a bundle of limbs with Molly. Behind them appeared Tonks and Remus. With shaking legs you tried to stand up and run to them but Tonks was quicker. She rounded the table with a haunted look in her eyes and hugged you before you could stand. Overwhelmed you clung to her.

“S-Sirius?” you gasped. “Harry?” With panicked eyes you tried to read her face. A moment later came your liberation.

Another crack almost drowned out a booming voice. “___! Where is she?!___!!”

He was there. Standing in the kitchen, his arm around a pale and shaking fifteen year old. Everything seemed to slow down as you felt an overpowering sense of relief. You watched as Sirius looked around the kitchen with desperate eyes while Molly took Harry from him and pulled him into her arms. When his silver eyes made contact with yours, you almost lost consciousness.

He staggered forward the same moment Tonks helped you to your feet. You swayed for a moment and reached out your arms. Before his palms could make contact with your face, he took a desperate breath and  whisper-yelled “I love you!”

His lips slammed onto yours not even a second later and everything was drowned out. The only thing that mattered was his kiss, his presence, his warmth and his hands, touching every part of your face and neck as he kissed you stupid.

“I love you” he said again as he came up for air and slammed right back in. You felt your feet leave the ground as he hugged you around the waist and leaned back slightly. You cried. You cried and kissed him and clung to him like your life depended on it and somewhat that was the truth.

He sat you back down and covered your face and neck with kisses which gave you the momentum to take deep breaths and control your sobbing. It only lasted for a moment before you buried your face in his neck and began hiccupping. His hand stroked over your hair as he slowly rocked you from side to side. “It´s okey” you heard him say. “It´s okey my darling. I´m here. I´m so sorry, dove. I´m so fucking sorry.” You lifted your tear streaked face to look him in the eye and without hesitation answered.

“I love you.”

Tears fell from his eyes as your words penetrated his mind. “I love you with a force beyond measure, Sirius. I love you.” A strangled breath escaped him with a sob as he held you against him in a powerful hug. Only now you realised how badly he was trembling. Holding him as securely as your own limbs would allow you, you looked over his shoulder to search for Harry. You found him still in Molly´s arms. His black hair leaned against her shoulder, his own tense and unmoving. “Harry…” you weakly said into Sirius´ ear and slowly he came up from your neck. Still not letting you go he pressed you to his chest and kissed your temple.

“We´re fine, more or less. Somehow…” You didn’t prod further. This was not the time. All of them had been through an ordeal beyond anything your imagination would be able to conjure up. The only thing that was left was marvel in the fact that everyone was breathing. What exactly happened…it had time. “My sweet” Sirius whispered into your ear and you looked at him. One of his thumbs came up and stroked the apple of your cheek and his mouth twitched into a momentary smile. “You´re everything I´ve ever wanted and more than I deserve. I will make up for what I´ve put you through. I swear it. I love you so, so fucking much!”

You nodded with a weak sigh. “I love you too, Sirius” you said. “There´s nothing to make up for. Harry was in danger. Thank you for saving him.” You lay a featherlight kiss to his lips as you said it. Sirius exhaled through his nose heavily and very reluctantly loosened his death grip on you. “How are the others?” you asked him worriedly. “A few injuries here and there. Could have been much worse. We were incredibly lucky. If Albus hadn´t been there…” His voice broke and a haunted look befell his eyes as he stared ahead. “I saw him…Voldemort. He was right there…trying to get to Harry.” You inhaled sharply and suddenly knew just what kind of a miracle it was that the both of them were still alive. Your knuckles turned white as you clasped onto him.

“Where´s Albus now?” you asked quietly. The older wizard was nowhere to be seen.

“Straightening things out with the minister and…a few other things. I´d like to see Fudge deny Voldemort´s return now. Thank fuck I was still able to transform before that buffoon of a minister could see me.” Sirius again nuzzled your hair with his nose and took a deep breath. “Enough with the questions now” he breathed gently. “I just want to be in your arms.” You nodded. “Yeah.”

You spent the rest of the night with Sirius and Harry in the library. None of you able to sleep, talking about nothing and everything. In the early morning hours, Albus came to take Harry back to Hogwarts. You wanted to protest but suddenly Harry was in front of you and hugged you close. “I´ll be fine” he said. “Professor Dumbledore is at Hogwarts. My friends are at Hogwarts” he let go and looked at you with a serious face. “Please take care of Sirius.” Smiling at him you nodded. “Of course. Please look after yourself Harry and if you ever need anything-“ you stopped for a second as Sirius appeared next to you, an arm around your waist. “Let us know immediately.” The both of you looked at Harry with gentle seriousness and the young wizard suddenly had a very significant sheen in his eyes and nodded. “I will” he promised before he stepped forward and hugged the both of you one last time.

The house was quiet once again. Every person, hopefully, was where they were supposed to be. You knew you were. Looking up at Sirius you didn’t quite know what to say to him. It appeared neither did he. So he just took your hand in his, guided you back to his bedroom and for the next several hours made sure that your voice was giving out, your body was littered with bite- and lovemarks and you weren´t able to stand or walk for a while. He´d just finished cleaning you up for the third time as his tired body plopped down next to you and he pulled you onto his chest.

“When all of this is over,” he said and kissed your forehead. “And I promise you some day it will be… Let´s leave. Let´s build a small home somewhere else. Somewhere by a lake. Or the sea.” You nodded as you caressed his chest and arm. “I´d love nothing more.” You felt him take in a deep breath as if to steel himself before he continued. “And…when that day comes…I promise I´ll ask you to marry me.”

Your heart seized its beating. Slowly you lifted your head to look at him. His expression was sincere, true and without doubt. “If you want me to” he whispered. Reaching out you took a strand of his slightly greying hair and lifted to your lips. Looking him deep in the eyes you answered.

“Sirius Orion Black. When that day comes and you ask me to be your wife, know that my answer will always be yes.”

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[pensat-i-fet]

A not so soft launch (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**@dohmeti suggested I could do a part 2 for Dealing with the enemy where both of them have to be on the red carpet and I thought it was a great idea. So after some brainstorming, this is what I came up with. This can be read on its own but reading part 1 definetely adds nice context for the characters. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for the love for part 1 ❤️**

Word count: 1342

Masterlist

Wattpad

"I'm going to follow you on Instagram".

"Why?"

"To kick start our soft launch".

"Our what?"

Your boyfriend's confusion was hilarious.

"A soft launch is when you leave hints on like social media to let people know we are together. And then we do the hard launch".

"Which is?"

"Posting together, Pablo. What else?"

You keep walking around the room, phone in hand, nervous about this moment. While he just lays down in bed not understanding what a big deal this is.

"It sounds like a lot of work".

"Says the guy who spends 90 minutes running around the pitch like a headless chicken. Liking a couple of posts won't be that tiring".

"But why can't we just say we are together?"

"Because that's not how things are done nowadays. We need to do this and maybe mention something in interviews if we are asked. That type of thing".

He shakes his head and keeps scrolling on his phone while you sit on the edge of the bed, index finger hovering over your phone screen.

"Imagine it's a handbag".

"What?"

"Instead of the follow button, imagine it's the buy button for one of those handbags you love so much. You don't hesitate to press that button…at all".

"I hate you".

He reaches to you to grab you by the waist and take you closer to him.

"It'll be fine when people know about us. Stop worrying".

"But what if I lose my Madrid season ticket? Imagine the scandal".

"I'll give you one for the better team. Swapping Madrid for Barça will be an even better decision than dating me".

"Never!"

You take the phone back and press follow.

"Done!"

"So proud of you, baby", he teases, kissing your head.

"Shouldn't you be happy? You were begging me to follow you on Instagram for ages".

"Until you said yes to my offer to be my girlfriend on the first attempt. That's much better than a follow. And I know you stalk my profile anyways".

"I do not stalk your Instagram".

"And my fan accounts".

"I don't even check those. Stop lying".

"How about that time I saw you watching a video from one of them?"

"It was recommended on my explore page, Gavira".

"The explore page that recommends similar content to the one you search…makes sense".

You get up, taking the clothes you had picked before.

"I'm going to take a shower and you're not invited to join me for being an annoying idiot".

"You still love me!"

"I might change my mind about that!"

                                      **

After your follow, several media outlets posted about why you would follow a Barça player on Instagram and most just assume you had your eye on him. Well, they weren't completely wrong.

There were also comments about it on Gavi's fan pages. You know, those ones you didn't check…while he was around and could see you doing it. They have great photos of him and you liked looking at them when you missed him. 

"Maybe you can comment something on my new photo".

"Like what?"

You go to your Instagram to find the photo you posted a couple of hours ago. It was a behind-the-scenes shot of your show.

"I got it", he says. But he doesn't let you look at what he is writing. 

A notification on your phone alerts you he had sent it and so you check it to see what he came up with.

Smart. Just a comment about work. It gets people talking without being too obvious.

"You're good at this. Ok, what should I answer?"

"How about the zipper emoji?"

"Wait. You're too good at this. I think I've found you a career for when you retire".

Throwback to when I got to celebrate my birthday on set with my absolute favourite humans!

Pablogavi: when is season 3 out?? I need it now!

Yourusername: 🤐🤐

"There are already comments from people who noticed our interaction. Perfect!", you said, pleased.

"What's next?"

“I have an interview tomorrow. I’ll suggest I might be seeing someone. And I’ll share my location too. So people can wonder why I spend so much time in Barcelona”.

He shakes his head, muttering. “So much work”.

                              **

"I've been invited to the movie premiere you are going to".

"Why?"

"I don't know", he shrugs. "I just have. I get invited to a lot of things but refuse to go. I don't want people to think I'm not focused on my career because they see me at parties".

"Makes sense", you say, cuddling to his side. "Why are you telling me about the invitation then?"

"I thought we could go together".

You think about it for a second and yes, it is a good idea. But it also feels too soon. You had only been doing the soft launch for two weeks. 

"I don't know…".

"Come on. It's perfect. We show up together on the red carpet and we don't need to do anything else".

"Can I think about it?"

He nods but you could tell he was unhappy you had refused. So you mentally proceed to do a list of pros and cons. 

"I don't think it's a good idea".

"Well", says Gavi, getting up and leaving you on the sofa alone. "I'm going anyway. The movie sounds fun".

Saying you feel bad would be an understatement but it is what feels like the right decision at the moment. 

                                 **

There had been some tension in the days prior to the premiere and Gavi uses your not wanting to be seen with him as an excuse to leave in a different car to the event. 

So when you get there, you see him already attending the press. He had gone through a couple of groups of journalists and now it is your time to be interviewed by them.

"Oh my God! You look stunning. Tell us who you are wearing tonight".

"Valentino. When I saw this dress at the fitting, I didn't need to see more".

Rehearsed answers are always a winner.

"Have you seen who's here at the premiere?"

"A lot of people, I would assume", you laugh nervously, knowing who they meant.

"Well, you see, we noticed you following Gavi on Instagram a couple of weeks ago and now he's here. Maybe you'll have a chat with him? Even if he is the enemy?"

"Maybe".

You move to the next groups of reporters and, of course, there are more questions about the footballer that was getting all the attention tonight.

Too much attention, if you were to be asked. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a group of women surrounding him. Their flirty giggles were so annoying. Could they be more obvious?

You try not to roll your eyes while you keep talking to the press.

But then, one of them really pushes her luck, offering her arm so your boyfriend can take her to the red carpet to pose with her. And he accepts her offer. Obviously, she doesn't know he has a girlfriend but what the heck?

While you wait your turn to go to the carpet, you see her getting closer to him. And then…she kisses his cheek when the photographers asked her to do it!

"Oh no she didn't!"

You walk to where they are posing and when Gavi sees it is you approaching them, he starts to smirk. 

"Excuse me", you tell the girl who is still holding onto his arm. "That's my boyfriend so I would appreciate it if you stopped touching him".

She looks at you, shocked, and does as you told her.

“I think you scared her”.

“Good!”

"But what are you doing here? I thought you didn't want anyone seeing us together".

"Oh shut up!"

You grab his face with your hands and kiss him, causing all photographers to move to where you two are standing so they can get the best photo. 

Gavi immediately grabs your waist and deepens the kiss. His plan to make you jealous had worked perfectly.

"There is your hard launch".

#pablo gavi #gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi angst #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff #footballers angst

[starlitmark]

Summary: Ten isn’t like anyone you’ve ever been with, and he likes that knowledge. Pairing: Ten x fem!reader Tropes: hookup au(?) Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: club setting, Ten in a skirt, language Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, bathroom sex Word Count: 516 Note: for the Tarot Card Drabble event Requested by: @sun-kore​

The Hanged Man ➾ different, distinctive, unforgettable sex

You’ve never seen someone so masculine yet feminine at the same time. Something about the individual sharing glances across the dimly lit club makes you curious. They come sauntering over to you. The black pleated skirt paired with the oversized, half-tucked white button-up makes you even more intrigued by them. They have messy bedhead-styled hair. It falls into their eyes slightly, not enough to obstruct their vision but enough to be mysterious.

“Never seen a hot guy in a skirt before?” they say.

“No one quite as hot as you.” you flirt back, “So, you identify as male?”

“Why do you ask, sweetheart?”

“Just don’t want to misgender anyone.” you clarify, “I couldn’t care what you identify as. I just know I wanna fuck you.”

“Well, sweetheart,” he chuckles, stepping a bit closer to you, “how do you feel about getting railed by a hot guy in a skirt?”

“Show me the way.”

Before you know it, you’re pinned against the wall of a less-than-clean stall in the bathroom. One of his hands plays with your chest while the other hikes your leg up around his hip. The flowy edge of his skirt makes goosebumps rise on your skin each time it flutters over your leg. You’re both lost in the heady kiss. Neither of you cares about people who come or go from the public restroom. After all, you’re behind the closed door of the stall. No one will know who you are.

His hand wanders lower. He shifts his hips back slightly to allow his fingers to toy with your heat. A shiver runs up your spine feeling his fingertips pressed against your needy hole. He chuckles and smirks against your lips.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for me?”

“Please,” you sigh erotically.

He tugs your panties to the side and releases himself from his briefs below his skirt. You feel the blunt tip of his cock press against your bare core. A small broken moan escapes your lips as he slowly presses himself into you. He sighs quietly at how tight you are around him.

He was absolutely right about one thing. He’s absolutely railing you. You think you may see god at this point. Through your garbled thought process, you think he may actually be god somehow. Your eyes roll back in your head as he continues to fuck you roughly. His face is buried in your neck as he chases after his own high, unbothered by how loud you’re moaning. Before you know it, you’re bursting at the seams, and your orgasm overtakes your entire body. Your thighs shake and grip tighter around his hips. Your walls convulse around him. He lets out low groans and moans into your shoulder before his own orgasm comes to a head, and he releases inside you.

“If you ever want another railing by a boy in a pretty skirt, call me.”

“Wha- how?” you ask, catching your breath still.

“I’ll give you my number, duh?” he responds as if it’s a given.

“How about your name too?”

“Ten,” he smirks, “Ten Lee.”

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#ten smut #nct smut #neohub #kwritersworldnet #kvanity #nct fanfic #wayv fanfic #nct x reader #wayv x reader #wayv smut #ten fanfic #ten x reader

[degendog]

ur forcemasc posts r so fucking good that they have caused me 2 form a parasocial relationship with u /j

seriously tho this is like my go-to forcemasc blog when im dysphoric cuz its just like. immediate cure. like as a super fem trans guy who has only just recently come out of the closet and struggles to embrace masculinity (i swear im Literally the pastel flower crown wearing baby trans boy u wrote abt in that one forcemasc post. not by choice i just need to be forcemasced) i cannot stop thinking abt u absolutely obliterating my holes and forcemascing me and just making me in2 ur idea of a perfect man... i want u 2 tear me down completely just break me entirely and then rebuild me in2 the exact type of man u want me to be. i'd do anything for it really

anon i have been thinking about this ask all day. i’m glad my hornyposting is a dysphoria salve for you

i’m proud of you for coming out and starting to truly live your life, anon. that takes serious balls. i think you need to start going further with it now. what kind of man do you want to be? how do you want to look, truly? do you want to be a muscley gym bro in a muscle tee? a greasy punk you saw smoking a cig outside the gas station? some nerdy guy that works in IT?

don’t worry, baby boy, i’ll help you get there. i’ll get you a haircut, a men’s one, a clipper cut with a squared-off back. or maybe i’ll shave it all off, start from scratch. i’ll slowly start replacing your clothes with ones you’ve always wanted to wear but were too scared to—women’s skinny jeans replaced with men’s straight-cut, “soft boy” button downs replaced with men’s shirts, panties replaced with boxer briefs (easiest to pack with), even your socks get replaced. you can keep that giant dysphoria hoodie you practically live in, but i’ll glare at you whenever you wear it until you change into a real outfit. and i’ll let you keep those flower crowns, but none of them match your new clothes, so why would you keep wearing them? eventually they’ll be forgotten about in a drawer, or given to a friend’s little sister. i’ll force your legs apart if i catch you sitting with them crossed, until it’s second nature to manspread. and every morning i’ll grab the front of your pants to make sure you’re packing, to make sure you remember your dick belongs to me.

i’ll get you on t, do the first few shots for you until i decide you’re ready to do it yourself, and then i’ll watch you with hungry eyes as you inject yourself with what you should’ve had this whole time. i know it’s scary at first, but being a man is about doing shit that scares you. it builds character. so shut up and take the needle.

and sure, i’ll fuck you with my strap until you can’t think, until your thighs are shaking and your holes are tired and sloppy and you’re completely spent, and the only sounds you can make are moans. i’ll jerk you off while i fuck you—don’t you love how sensitive your new dick is? but i’ll also teach you how to top, how to take what you want. i’ll press myself against your back and coach you through fucking somebody else with the very same dick i fucked you with.

when i’m done with you, you’ll be surprised you ever were a baby-trans soft boy. because all you have ever been is a man.

#mail #autoandrophilia #force masc #forcemasc #trans nsft

[siriannatan]

"Watcha' doing?" - GrianImpulse

So @brainrotranch posted those cute Impulse Grian arts and I literally had to write something :}

Grian had no particular interest in redstoners. If he did he'd have interest beyond explosives and murder dungeons in Tango. His fascination with Mumbo was all to do with his moustache. And Impulse... Maybe he actually liked Impulse. Not like he was admitting anything or that it had anything to do with his technical prowess. 

The problem was... everyone assumed Grian had a thing for Mumbo. But they were just really good friends. All best friends make potentially homicidal robots that see them as father figures together. Besides, Mumbo had a thing for Iskall. And was incredibly bad about it. Worse than Timmy about Tango.

Not that Grian was weird about his crush. It was perfectly normal for him to perch around Pearl and Gem's bases. They had a lot of good thinking spots. For thinking about his base. The back as well. It was just a coincidence Impulse lived in the area and often flew in and out of his base. And flew around the general area helping his neighbours and pranking them and stuff. Admiring someone's flying skill was totally normal for avians...

"Watcha' doing?" Grian almost fell off the branch of Gem's massive cherry tree when Impulse was suddenly very much next to him. "Wah, careful," the 'dwarf' laughed. He was not fooling anyone with his disguise even if he did look good with a beard. Grian was more than aware there was a literal demon from the depths of the Nether next to him. A very handsome demon he happened to maybe, possibly have a crush on. And helping him not fall off. "You okay? I'm sorry..." Impulse jumped to apologising as soon as they were sure Grian would not fall.

"It's okay, I was a bit lost in thought, base planning and so on," Grian rambled, trying to not focus on Impulse's arm still around his waist.

"Is that why you're here all the time?" Impulse hummed, his hand slowly retreating. "Are you okay? Your face is almost as red as your jumper."

"I... I'm fine just got startled... I should go back to the back of my base," Grian desperately said the first thing that came to mind and turned to fly away. While completely forgetting they're on a tree branch... 

And would plummet down if Impulse didn't catch him. Which would be really good if it didn't mean he was now in Impulse's arms, awkwardly clinging to his shirt. His face was even redder now. Hoping what he was hearing was wind and not Pearl snickering somewhere nearby.

"I can't believe I'm saying it but I think you need a break from building," Impulse sighed and gently glided down to his base.

Grian did not dare move. Too scared Impulse might accidentally drop him. Until he was gently deposited on a couch in a relatively small, compared to the whole underground keep, living quarters hidden behind Impulse's marvellous sorting system. Grian would ask him if he could build him one if he didn't know how 'much' he'd use it... Wasting Impulse's time was absolutely not something he ever wanted to do.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Impulse asked, breaking Grian away from his thoughts once again. There was a pleasantly warm hand on his forehead. "Maybe you spend too much time around Decked Out and caught a cold?" the demon-dwarf wondered.

"No... I..." Grian tried to come up with an excuse as to why his face was even redder than his jumper. "You're just freaking handsome okay..." Grian huffed, feathers puffing out around him. It might have nearly doubled his size but did not hide him at all.

Impulse just sighed, shaking his head. "Next time just tell me and not stalk me?" he asked, hand on hips. "And if I'm understanding correctly, I like you too, so come by whenever as long as I'm home. And. Do. Not. Press. Any. Buttons."

"Will do..." Grian nodded with a hint of a smile. Why did he ever doubt his own charms?

He did not protest when Impulse insisted he stay for lunch. And it was a lovely lunch, followed by cuddles and a nap. And maybe overexcited Gem and Pearl running in to congratulate them early in the morning...

#my stuff #my stories #fanfiction #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #impulsesv #grian

[nightmun]

I wanted to talk a bit more about my intern OC Handtern since I haven't really gone into them much since I made them a proper character, so I decided to make this post about them! It's pretty long and kinda consists of two separate parts due to this character technically having two designs (I was gonna do two posts instead of the one initially but decided against it since it is the same character and it would be better to have it all in once place) so if you want to read more it will be under the cut!

Handtern is a bit of a more out there take on the intern, going all in on the long arm idea. They pretty much just are a stretchy arm snake that originates from somewhere in the hospital (no one is really sure from where though). They don't really have a proper name so everyone just started calling them Handtern after a while. No one, including themselves, are quite sure where they came from or when they initially showed up, but ever since the implementation of the rhythm treatment program they have been working as an intern at Middlesea Hospital. They aren't able to do too much in terms of helping the patients directly due to the limitations of being literally just an arm, but they have an impeccable sense of rhythm and excel at pressing a button (I mean what better job for the literal doctor finger?).

Personality wise, Handtern is a super kind and friendly individual. They are really sweet at heart, but unfortunately that doesn't really translate too well when you're an ominous arm with no real good way of emoting. Because of this, as much as they want to befriend the patients, they tend to keep their distance form several of them, knowing that they make most people pretty uncomfortable.

The only people they interact with more regularly outside of working are the three kids and Cole and Nicole. Hailey, Logan and Lucia are the only people who go out of their way to include Handtern in anything. Maybe it's because they're younger, but they seem unbothered by Handtern's otherworldly appearance and will invite them to join in several activities, which Handtern much appreciates. Cole and Nicole are pretty laid back and tend to be less bothered by Handtern as well, so they will hang around the two of them on occasion. They have even gotten a few piano lessons from Cole after a rather abysmal performance on the cafe's piano, though Handtern doesn't typically hang around them too often since Cole and Nicole tend to have their own thing going on.

Everyone else in the hospital is either mildly uncomfortable with them to varying degrees but are too nice to say anything, or in the case of Richard specifically, openly rude and constantly expresses the strangeness of the intern being an ominous arm snake (as well as questioning their effectiveness at their job because of it). Handtern has learned to tolerate it, though, since they can't really blame people for being uneasy around them. Still, it can get to them sometimes, especially since they do really want to connect with people in a way they can't really accomplish as they are.

As is probably obvious, there are a lot of challenges that come with being literally just an arm, and by far the biggest one for Handtern is communication. Without a mouth, they can't just talk to people. Despite being a hand, they're not too well versed in sign language, and most of the patients don't really know it either anyways. Writing is an option, but their handwriting is absolutely terrible (try writing when your arm is a noodle) so it can be really hard to read. They can twist their form to spell letters, but that takes a lot of effort and can be really tiring, especially if they have a lot to say. So typically they rely on shaking their hand "yes" or "no" to respond to simple questions, or elaborate noodle arm charades if they want to get a more complicated point across. Another solution that they started using lately is the use of a button board, similar to the ones people will give to their dogs. While it isn't a perfect solution, it does allow them to communicate more than just "yes" and "no" without having to make people guess what they're saying.

So that's pretty much the basics of Handtern, so now on to the other version of them that exists:

I originally wasn't gonna do more with Handtern than just having them as the long noodle arm, but after one of my friends asking what they'd look like as a human and a desire to have an intern that can emote a bit more than not at all I decided to give them person privileges. Idk if Haniel will be actually canon to their story or if they'll just remain a "what if?" type version of the character but regardless I wanna talk about them cause I have a LOT of art of them already that I want to post with actual context as to who the hell they are first.

So this is Haniel, the human form of Handtern. After a pretty bad encounter with Connectifia Abortus, something happened (still don't have this too fleshed out yet so if I figure it out at some point I'll edit this later) that led the virus to turn Handtern into a human (can the virus do this? Who cares it can make a dude's head fall off without killing him and causally delete an eighth of a person's heart so imma put that as the reason). After the change, they picked up the name Haniel in place of Handtern since the latter didn't really fit anymore.

Being turned human obviously comes with a bit of adjusting. Things that seem pretty simple like walking or drinking water are a pretty big challenge to them and take a while to get used to. Sleep is also something they're really not used to, and they end up being tired a lot because they keep forgetting that's something they need to do now. That and the stress of trying to keep up with the pace they were able to accomplish before despite their newer limitations leads to a lot of stress early on, and their first week of being a person in particular is pretty rough.

It's not all bad though. Now that Haniel can talk, they have a world of things to say. They have a tendency to drone on a lot, reveling in the fact they can finally say the things on their mind instead of fighting a war to get even the most simple points across. Food is also something they really enjoy, since without a mouth before all they could really do is smash their hand into stuff. They're particularly a fan of sweet things, though anything with even a sub par flavor is heaven to them. They also really enjoy just being something that doesn't creep people out. Now that they are a person, they can interact with others in a way they never could before, especially since most people aren't uncomfortable or outright scared of their presence anymore. They do still have a bit of self consciousness about socializing though, partially because they have so little knowledge of human social cues and behaviors (mainly cause they were a hand before but also because they haven't observed too many human social interactions outside of people being treated) and partially because they still have that feeling that everyone dislikes or is afraid of them from their time being the hand. Even with both the positives and negatives, though, they're still determined as ever to help people as best they can and they will always do it with a smile on their face.

So I hope those of you who did take the time to read this enjoyed learning a little more about my silly little goober of a character. They're a bit more odd than your typical intern but they still do their best to fit in with the hospital, and with how weird that place is anyways it really isn't too hard. You'll definitely see more art of them in the future though, both as the hand and as the person. Hope you all will enjoy seeing those and thanks for reading!

Also real quick at the end here's a little ref of the two designs so you can properly see them,,

#rhythm doctor #intern #handtern #haniel #my art #my god this took so long to write yeesh #I was gonna add more art to this post but I decided not to cause this took long enough as is and I really don't wanna draw more for this #I'll probably make art relating to stuff I talked about here eventally but I don't want to do that now #plus I wanted to get this post done this weekend #though I wanted to post it like two hours ago but the writing and the art took longer than I thought :') #but whatever hope y'all enjoy this and hopefully tumblr won't hide this from the RD tag like it's been doing with a few of my posts lately

[indigobloom531]

Sleepover - Velneer Story Pt. 1

I told y'all I'd be posting fanfic on here! this one I've been working on for a while.

Velvet and Veneer are not siblings in this story! They are still the same age, though. Sorry for the possible grammar mistakes! English is my first language, but I have a hard time writing stories with proper grammar, it's something I'm trying to get better at. :D

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‘You can do this, Veneer! Just call her, it won’t be weird! She’s your best friend.’ Veneer thought to himself, pacing around his small, intricately designed bedroom.  His phone was clutched in his right hand, with Velvet’s number dial on the screen.  All he had to do was just press the small green button to call her, and ask her over.  Simple, right?

“Deep breath in, deep breath out…” Veneer mumbled to himself.  “Alright, let’s do this!” he sighs confidently, raising his phone to his ear after pressing the ‘dial’ button.  The phone beeped a few times before the other line picked up.

“Veneer, if you’re calling me because you burnt your dinner again and want to go out to eat, the answer’s ‘no’ if you’re not paying.” said the voice, who was none other than Velvet.  Veneer froze immediately at the sound of her voice, forgetting for a second why in the world he was calling her.

Once he recollects his senses, Veneer starts to talk.  “Hey, Vels!” he said, chuckling nervously.  “That’s not why I’m calling. I was actually wondering if, uh, you could, like, maybe…” Veneer paused for a second, trying to find the right words for what he was about to say.  “Sleepover? Tonight? Like, right now?” he blurted out, face palming himself immediately afterwards.

“...Sure.” Velvet said in a suspicious tone, wondering why her best friend was acting so weird about asking her to sleepover.  She and Veneer didn’t have many sleepovers in the time of their friendship, the last sleepover they had was when they were eight or nine years old.  When they reached middle school-age, their parents prohibited sleepovers between the two.  At the time, Velvet and Veneer had no idea as to why in the world their parents wouldn’t let them sleepover, but as they got older they understood why. 

Veneer could almost hear Velvet raise her eyebrows in suspicion on the other line, but he didn’t pay too much mind to it.  All that mattered was that she was coming over.

“Great! See you in a few, bye!” Veneer said hurriedly, hanging up and flopping himself on his bed, covering his bright red face with his hands.  

‘Real smooth, Veneer.’ he thought to himself, rolling his eyes.  Veneer then uncovers his face and looks at the time on his phone- 10:54.  Velvet was gonna be there in a few minutes, and his apartment looked like a mess.  Quickly, Veneer heaves himself off his bed and picks up everything on the floor of his bedroom and shoves into his closet, slamming the door afterwards and rushing out to his living room/kitchen area, doing the same thing.

After a few more minutes of his “cleaning”, he checks his phone time again- 11:01.

“Oh my gosh, she could be here any minute-” Veneer’s panicking was cut off by loud knocking on his front door.  Slightly startled, he takes his attention away from his phone screen, realizing Velvet was right outside his door.  

Veneer gulps.  Velvet had been over to Veneer’s apartment plenty of times, and vice versa.  But this time was so much more different than the other times Veneer and Velvet would hang out.  This time, Veneer is going to confess his feelings to his best friend.  Was it risky?  Absolutely.  But something was telling him that he might not regret confessing.  That little “something” felt like it rested on Veneer's shoulder, opening its mouth to further encourage Veneer's frequent fantasies of confessing to Velvet.

Veneer shakes his head lightly, then walks timidly up to the door.  He places his shaking hand on the handle and opens the door.

“Hey, what took you so long to open the door?” Velvet says, walking past Veneer and into his apartment.  Veneer's bright blue eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he looked at his friend.  As close as the two were, with one always going to the other’s apartment at least four times a week, Veneer had never recently seen Velvet in pajamas, and pajamas were the precise thing she was wearing.  Underneath an oversized black hoodie, Velvet wore a cropped red satin tank top, showing off her small, pale waist that Veneer so desperately wished to touch.  Adorning Velvet thighs were a lacey, black pair of short shorts made out of satin.  Velvet’s hair was up in her typical high ponytail, and a simple pair of black socks covered Velvet’s feet.  She had no need for shoes, since she only needed to take a short walk to get to Veneer’s apartment.

Veneer closes the door behind him, not being able to take his eyes off Velvet.  “Oh… I was busy with, you know, cleaning and all of that type of… stuff.” he laughs awkwardly.

Velvet nods, setting her backpack full of toiletries and extra clothes on Veneer’s small white couch, sitting down on said couch shortly afterward.  She takes her phone out of her pocket, resting her free hand on her lap.

Veneer chews on his bottom lip, which was still decorated with his signature green lipstick, debating whether or not he should tell Velvet now or wait and see where the night takes them.  

“Uh, Vels? Can I… talk to you about something?” he says, sitting down on the couch next to Velvet.

“Shoot.” she says, her eyes focused on her phone.  Veneer was grateful that Velvet’s big blue doe eyes weren’t piercing into his soul, or else he wouldn’t have been able to think properly.

Veneer sighs nervously. "Uhh, well, I have… something to confess to you.” he laughs tensely, twiddling his thumbs.  Velvet briefly looks up from her phone to Veneer, gesturing to the latter to continue.  

“I…I…” Veneer’s mind starts to go blank, as if he doesn’t remember why he invited Velvet over in the first place.  ‘Why am I blanking on what to say to her?’

“You…?” the latter asks impatiently, seeming to lose interest from the conversation. Veneer feels a panic surge through him, sensing Velvet’s fretful tone of voice. 

‘Perfect timing,’ Veneer thinks, ‘Right when I have the chance to confess to Velvet, I can’t find the right words.’  Doe eyes or not, Veneer couldn’t think properly anyway.

After what seems like forever, Veneer sighs in defeat, knowing he probably won’t be able to tell Velvet his feelings, at least not this second.  “I… am happy you’re here.” he says wearily, mentally kicking himself.

Velvet scoffs, rolling her eyes at her friend.  “Wow, Ven, you got me excited for nothing.” she says annoyedly, focusing her eyes back on her phone screen.  Veneer mentally scoffed back at Velvet.  She didn’t seem excited, she was barely paying attention to Veneer but acted as if he were wasting precious time of hers.

After a long moment of awkward silence, Veneer speaks up.  “...Do you wanna watch a movie?” he suggests, in hopes of getting Velvet’s attention away from her phone.

“Sure, it’s been pretty boring here so far.” the latter mumbles, not taking her eyes off the phone.

Veneer sighs.  ‘At least I’m trying.’  

“What movie do you wanna watch?” he says as he grabs the remote and turns on the TV, scrolling through his streaming services.

Velvet looks up from her phone in clear annoyance that the Veneer was asking her so many questions.  “I don’t freaking care, you pick.” she spat.

“Sheesh.” Veneer mumbles, starting to get slightly irritated at Velvet’s behavior.

Veneer frustratedly continues to scroll through the catalog of movies when he sees the movie ‘Dusk’.  It was a corny musical vampire romance movie made by the trolls about twenty years ago.  Every Mount Rageon made fun of the movie, but Velvet and Veneer never saw it before, and now Veneer is curious about why it gets all the hate.

“How about ‘Dusk’?” he suggests to Velvet.  At the mention of the movie name, the latter looks up from her phone and at the movie description on the TV.  She chuckles lightly and scoffs.

“‘Dusk’? Isn’t it that one movie everyone makes fun of?”

“Yeah, but I’m kind of curious why everyone does.” Veneer says, looking down at the ‘play’ button on his remote, circling the small, black button with his thumb.  “...Do you wanna try it out?” he asks Velvet, glancing over at her.  

Velvet sighs and sets her phone down on the black marble coffee table.  “Sure, why not? I’m all for making fun of a cheesy romance movie.” she says, giving Veneer a slight smile.  The latter returns the action and presses ‘play’.

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I'm currently working the second part, it should be posted in a few days! tell me what y'all thought of it :D

(future edit: psssttt! part two's right here:

https://www.tumblr.com/indigobloom531/747610051615801344/sleepover-velneer-pt-2 )

#velneer #trolls tbt #trollstbt #velvet x veneer (not as siblings) #velvet trolls #veneer trolls #velvet x veneer fanfic #twilight cameo #veneer loves velvet #veneer fanfiction #velvet fanfiction

[palimpsessed]

Hello! Did you know? We are less than one week out from the start of Erotic Grope Fest! Next Tuesday be on the lookout for the first works to be posted!

As for myself, I somehow have three concurrent WIP fics. One of them is for EGF, so you shall see that in completed form soon. One of them is for COBB, and since matching hasn’t happened yet, previews will remain vague. And of course the third WIP is my baby, my epic, Slings and Eros. As previously teased, I plan to update on Friday!

I’m sharing from all three today, because I can, so I’ll drop it all under the cut.

Thanks for tagging me @cutestkilla and @larkral !

Let’s go in order of posting dates!

First up we have SAE. This is from the chapter that will be going up this week. Baz:

We're not to be afforded the luxury of a bath this morning, so I am forced to make do by splashing cold water from the ewer on my face. I try to scrub the sticky, grainy sleep from my eyes, but the action does nothing to soothe them from the abuse of my lack of sleep.

My lack of sleep, owing in particular to a handful of absolutely unmanageable revelations from last night, each somehow more unbelievable than the last.

From my EGF fic, Good for Him. Simon:

He tweaks one of my nipples—not hard—and I yelp in surprise.

"What are you up to?" He asks, his teasing tone dripping honey that runs from his throat and into my ears. He pokes my belly. It makes me want to laugh, even though it doesn't tickle.

I smile and lean over him to tuck another kiss in, this one at the nape of his neck, just on the edge of his hairline.

I know the scars from his Turning are hidden there. I've found them before. I've fit my teeth over them. I'd like to do it now. I don't.

"I love you," I tell him. Because it's true, and because I think he could always do with hearing it. I could always do with saying it.

He didn't believe me the first time I told him. I think he believes me now.

"I love you," he says, but he sounds like he's still trying to puzzle out whether there's a greater purpose behind my words and my kisses.

The greatest purpose, as far as I'm concerned.

And! From my COBB. Baz:

[Simon] follows without a word, but I hear another low chuckle.

I will my brain to think about anything else. I try to conjure images of sad puppies and kittens, but the tiny, defenseless animals betray me when my mind's eye pans out to reveal they're being lovingly cradled against a pair of bulging pectorals.

I shake the image out of my head before I think about replacing the puppies and kittens with my face, and press the button for the lift.

I’m not actively writing on my COBB just yet, so I likely won’t show more of that for a while. But I’m so pumped for pairings soon!!!

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#wip wednesday #slings and eros #good for him #fit for a king #egf2023

[writer-komaru]

Hi bbg I commented a while ago asking(begging actually) if u would consider writing more fics of gorou scara and our lovely kazuha as subs. I am here today asking if u have taken my questions(my begging) into consideration and thought of making some more, if u have but not on this account i will be needing that other account name to view the fics as a volunteer to see if they are any good(they most likely will be and I’ll be drooling) if u wanted to make them but on this account I will still be checking every 2 mins to see if one is out I do recommend u make an acc for subs since by far most of what I’ve seen u have just sub!reader so it will be amazing if u do make one if u feel like u need more motivation I recommend going to my post(you know who I am) to get inspiration by all my thirsty begging. PLEASE DO MAKE SOME FICS FOR THEM THO U SEEM TO HAVE THE TALENT

I’m so sorry I just saw this! Tumblr was hiding this from me. Damn you tumblr *shakes fist angrily*

I did manage to start this, tho it’s unfinished

(I may or may have not hit the delete button and gave myself a heart attack while copy and pasting this here- 👀)

Kinks I think these perverts would have lol

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Kaveh, Tartaglia, Kaeya

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Kaveh -

MAJOR panty stealer! I mean, all of these guys would but he is on ANOTHER LEVEL

Constantly you will be losing panties you literally JUST wore. Like you just took them off before taking a shower and BOOM! They vanish into thin air

After a while of this magic act, you confront your roommate about it. Just as you would suspect, he pleads innocence. Who would ever admit to doing something weird anyways?

But to Kaveh, he just can’t help it. As soon as he walks by your room and catches a glimpse of your dainty panties loosely thrown on the floor, he feels something wash over him.

A need.

He quickly swipes it and returns to his room.

He examines the material, unable to help from biting his lip as he sees the slight dampness in the center.

God, he already feels hot all over.

Before he knew it, he was huffing your panties like a drug, desperately his fist.

You would certainly think he was disgusting for doing something like this, wouldn’t you?

But, the thought of you punishing him only eggs him on.

That’s why whenever he does something like this, he always leaves the door unlocked, in the hopes you will walk in on him being the pathetic pervert he is.

And maybe his fantasy will come true by how many fucking times he does this. It truly is a problem.

Tartaglia-

you can’t tell me he wouldn’t like knife play.

He lives for the adrenaline rush of battle, but the strangely addictive feeling of you towering over him, glaring down at him as you press a knife ever so close to his jugular.

The power dynamic alone is enough to send him over the edge, but when you actively try to make him submit has his face twisting into the most lewd expression you can think of.

Whether it be knives, whips, tasers, or even guns, he’s into it all.

The more his life is actually in danger, the stronger the rush he feels.

And when you tie him up, too.

God, you will have the man pleading. Not for his life, but for you to absolutely RUIN HIM.

Do anything to him. He wouldn’t mind.

Kaeya -

This flirt LOVES to tease you. And what makes it worse is how he will leave you hanging. The bastard-

He will do the most scandalous things out of nowhere, I swear.

You could be on your way to a meet up with some of your friends and he will just pull you into an alley and tease the everliving FUCK out of you and just.

Let you go.

He’s an absolute brat.

One of the reasons he’s a brat is in hope that when you get home you’ll take all that anger out on him.

He is obsessed with hate sex

He wants you to, just like Tartaglia, RUIN HIM.

Yes, some say this relationship is unhealthy.

But

He’s so fucking good in bed you can’t help but just stick around for the sex.

#I’ll most likely write more for them because they are my beloved lol #kaeya x reader #kaveh x reader #tartaglia x reader