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holy-puckslibrary · 3 months

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━ 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲.

──────────── 𝐰𝐜 — 1k 𝐜𝐰 — fanon!rafe on a one-way flight to simp city, some spice but nothing graphic or excessive, mention of drugs/being high (it's rafe, what did you expect?), 'kid' as a pet name bc he is that guy + cliffhanger? 𝐚/𝐧 — this was originally posted on @holy-pucks for my nov 23 slumber party, but i've decided to upload it here because it never showed in the tags. if you've already read this, i would very much appreciate you showing it some love here as well :) thx a mil in advance, besties! ────────────

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RAFE CAMERON knew the risk. He just couldn't be bothered to give a shit.

if one of the loud-mouthed busybodies took issue with his behavior, that's their prerogative. they've been at it so long, drunk and overzealous, their flippant chatter is mere static in the background of his life.

it isn't his fault their stale lives and expired marriages pale in comparison to the pocket of paradise he carved out of figure eight. rafe didn't ask for their attention, nor did he solicit their opinions — and he certainly didn't invite an audience; his girlfriend writhing in his lap will never be a spectator sport.

it would be too generous to call it sympathy, but rafe can understand how they might get confused. once you catch a glimpse, you're as good as gone. a lost cause, irrevocable, and clear as day. beauty that effortlessly captivating is impossible to tear your eyes away from, and the original kook princess is bathed in excess.

of all people, he knows the breadth of her magnetism and is just as weak for it, if not more. egotism drains along with reason when they're simply in the same room, his carnal preoccupation more than happy to fill the vacuum of power.

rafe commands the island and its inhabitants — with one paramount exception. he wields power because she allows for it. she, who is his indisputable sovereign and to whom he pledges his undying allegiance with innate reverence.

it was his wandering hands, after all, which led the pair to an empty veranda overlooking the bustling midsummer festivities.

a laurel of fresh blooms became collateral damage soon after, having been unceremoniously knocked to his feet by her fervent desperation to feel his sun-kissed skin against her lips.

rafe certainly had no objections.

with a heap of silky fabric rucked up around her waist and her wrists pinned taut to the small of her back, rafe's girlfriend works him over with both teeth and tongue, the affection carefully choreographed to sync up with the sway of her hips. each nip, suck, or kiss accompanies her precise labors, and any marbled evidence left behind he'll wear with pride, much to the island's chagrin and his sisters' disgust.

rafe previewed the evening's fireworks display as she bore down on his aching bulge, never once ceasing the light nibbling of his earlobe; it's the tell-tale, strained whimper diced by gritted teeth that incited action.

his hips jerk up in search of sweet relief, inadvertently finding her bare heat well beyond wet and wanting.

rafe commends his past self for confiscating the lace as they neared the valet podium; the garment fares better as a pocket square.

close proximity amplifies all those delicious, needy sounds, robbed of their potential prematurely; she is not yet immune to gossip.

it doesn't matter, rafe would know if his girl was close donning earplugs and a blindfold. her pathetic attempt at modesty is hardly an issue. much like how there isn't an inch of skin he hasn't traversed; there isn't a bluff of her's he can't immediately see through. no matter how soft or sudden, rafe can feel his girl teetering on the brink.

the faint wobble of her bottom lip might as well be a formal declaration; she's trying and failing to keep herself from falling over the edge — the polite little thing knows the price of gluttony.

as he reclines in the stately patio chair, he pulls her down with him. in anticipation, rafe tips his mouth and angles his hips while relishing in the spoiled musings of a person who's never wanted for anything.

rafe relents, mercifully rutting into her as his thumb rubs a certain finger.

"sooner or later, i'm putting a ring on this hand."

giggling despite herself, she abruptly leans back to inspect his pupils.

"how high are you?"

the friction of shifting pressure reluctantly betrays a soft spot in his chainmail cloak. the levity of the moment envelops them in warmth. a brilliant rarity peeks through between the velvety curtain of annoyance: contentment.

even so, rafe doesn't allow the foreign state of mind or the white-hot burn of pleasure to distract him from his prior ambition.

"kid, if i was high right now, we'd be halfway to the courthouse."

she simply shakes her head and buries her face back into the crook of his neck.

rafe has an affinity for grandstanding. she hardly, if ever, took him at his word, simultaneously too smart and too skeptical to make his words into something more than he meant. sometimes, he said things because he needed to know how they tasted, and others, her on-again-off-again boyfriend just wanted to hear the sound of his own voice.

he is impulsive and unreliable, and no amount of love will change that.

rafe relinquishes her wrists in favor of her neck. his palm burns the nape as it keeps her a prisoner to his greedy, electric gaze.

the dull throb mounting under his touch cannot hold a candle to the heartbeat palpitating between her thighs. major and minor, the muscles twitch in anticipation as they, too, are overwhelmed by the casual display of dominance.

he brings her forehead to rest against his. a novel softness in his voice fans across her gently parted lips. "i know you think i'm bullshitting you, but not this time. i'm so fucking serious, kid. the proof's at home in the top right drawer of my desk."

her disbelief persists, manifesting in an uncouth snort.

"yeah, right."

rafe scoffs at the sarcasm-dipped quip; the unwavering effort to make his life more difficult at every turn was actually sort of endearing, he hated to admit.

"i've had it since our graduation... just never found the right moment, i guess," he shrugs, quieter now.

rafe knows a smidge of feigned ambivalence won't detract from the heated, earnest implication beaming behind his irises.

the claim is substantiated by her quirked-brow baiting, an act that leaves him frantically fishing for his keys.

if they’re lucky, they might make it to the driveway.

but the stars underestimate the proprietorial hunger of the kook prince, because they get three lights from the club before rafe parks the ford by the roadside.

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allfearstofallto · 3 months

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I hear your pleas for ideas loud and clear so I raise you yandere Kaeya gaslighting tf out of you. So talented you are, but you always fumble when it comes to presenting your skills to the world. Oh so many wonderful ideas in that mind of yours - too bad they die on your lips.

And that's why you need him. To save you from embarrassing yourself as you clutch your latest creation that would undoubtedly revolutionize some industry against your chest as your eyes burn with unshed tears. It always baffled him that you thought that you were worthy of that honor. I mean, you can't even order a meal without shaking like a leaf.

You aren't built for this lifestyle, now are you? Geniuses could easily bounce back from failure, yet here you are, soaking his shirt with your never-ending tears. Were you ever a genius?

(basically Kaeya gaslight gatekeep girlbossing talented inventor darling into oblivion bc I just know this man would be jealous if you were famous. I'm so sorry for writing so much but this idea has been eating me up inside so now I send it to you. May I be 🐇 Anon?)

🐇 anon, first of all, it is a pleasure to meet you! Secondly, my dear bun, you've saved my ass!! This was such a good prompt and it felt incredible to write!

Maybe I'm just in the mood to write gaslighting bitches cause this felt natural!!

Voiceless

Yandere! Kaeya x reader

TW: gaslight, and quite harsh words, but Kaeya is saying them so it's kinda sexy

If people could see what was going on inside your head, they'd think you were a genius. And you are, or at least, you believe that you are. But all those faces, all those eyes on you, those people looking at you makes your body go stiff and your words lodge in your throat. And in the end, you look like a bumbling idiot.

But you were his bumbling idiot. That's what he'd tell you at least. Hurtful words yes, but he meant them in an endearing way. His phrases were sweet and loving, even if to the average person they sounded a bit harsh. You explained to people that he didn't truly mean it that way, he was just trying to make you feel better.

“And how was it today?” He’d asked you. He always looked like a work of art when he came home from his long shifts. Every strap and piece of clothing would be pulled from his body as he spoke, he was so careless about showing himself off in front of you, but you were still flustered and shy around him.

With a sheepish smile, you held up the mora that he'd given you to use for a drink, completely untouched. You couldn't even bring yourself to leave the house. A dramatic sigh fell from his lips, but he still kneeled on the couch and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Oh, you sweet, poor thing,” he whispered in your ear. He took your cheeks into his hands and squeezed them lightly, like he was coddling a child, “Still so shy aren't you? It's okay, I speak for you.”

It's like you breathed a sigh of relief when he spoke. All the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulder. You were a genius, yes, but you were a genius who could barely speak a full sentence to anyone. Except for Kaeya.

His charming smile and flashy personality made you weary at first. Why would someone like him be interested in something so quiet and timid? You felt like a coal in comparison to his flashy, diamond-like nature. Your mind was like a maze, endless corners and rooms filled with ideas, but you got lost in them as well, and just ended up choking on your own words.

Kaeya released you from his warm embrace and sat down next to you. He looked at the coffee table in front of you, covered in ideas and doodles that you'd have for your latest inventions. Your mouth never moved, but your brain was a constant machine, most days you couldn't get it to shut up. It all had to be let out, in notes or drawings.

He picked up one of the random pages, an idea for a water filter, and a chuckle fell from his lips, “And how would you pitch this one?” He asked. The way those words fell from his lips felt condescending, he already knew that you couldn't do it, but you knew better than to think that. It was just his love, it was how he showed it, he wanted you to succeed.

You felt yourself flush even thinking about it, but you still stood with the paper in your hands. Walking to the other side of the coffee table, you looked down at the notes you'd written. It was all there. Everything about your idea was right there, everything you needed to say was right in front of you. But when you looked up from the page, you felt dizzy, the letters on the paper began to merge and swirl together.

It was like your world had tilted on its axis and suddenly everything was lopsided. You felt yourself spinning, but you knew you were standing perfectly still. The only person looking at you was Kaeya. His beautiful self, like a statue crafted by the gods, was sitting there, focused on you.

An average person would love and adore the amount of attention someone like Kaeya gave. A smolder on his lips and all a sparkle in his eye. But you weren't the average person and you already felt as if you were sinking into yourself, like the world was about to swallow you whole, and before you knew it, tears had started to fall from your eyes.

“Can't even talk in front of me anymore, can you?” He asked and you gave him a slow, solemn nod. You tried to hold back sobs as you realized how truly useless you were. Unable to speak in front of even your own boyfriend, a true genius would never suffer from this.

“I'm- I'm sorry,” you'd somehow managed to stutter through your apology, but that much was to be expected of you. Tears fell onto the page and smeared the ink of your notes, but it didn't matter, it's not like you were going to read it anyways.

“That's the problem, my love,” he cooed to you in his usual tone, he stood from the couch and began scooping up all the pages that lay on the coffee table. All your ideas, all your work was crumbled up into a ball. It stung a bit, seeing everything you had worked so hard to make be treated like trash and thrown away, but nothing hurt more than your failures, “You're not built for this kind of thing. You know that, right?” He spoke close to your face, your lips brushing against your, soft like flower petals on your skin.

“I know,”

“But that's okay. Do you know why?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on your face and squeezing the fat of your cheeks.

“Because I'm yours. And I don't need to be smart to be yours,”

He held you close to his chest, peppering your forehead with kisses. All your work was thrown in the trash. “It's only making you unhappy,” he said. And he was right. You weren't ready for this. This type of thing wasn't for you. You only needed him.

So you lay in his arms and tried to stop the sniffling. He was the only person you'd need to talk to, he'd be your voice if needed be. You were only hurting yourself trying to do these things that you weren't made for.

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illumismaid · 7 months

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any kind of guy

gojo is so any kind of guy - BTR coded

wc: 1.3k hurt/comfort you guys are teenagers

synopsis: gojo lies to you bc he's dumb :(

It was a typical late afternoon after school, and I found myself hanging out with the one and only Gojo Satoru. We had become friends over the years, and I couldn't deny that there was something more between us – something that had me blushing every time he smiled that charming smile of his.

Gojo had been acting a little differently lately. He was normally confident and charismatic, but I'd noticed that he'd become a bit more reserved and, well, lovesick. Though he'd never admitted it, it was obvious to me that he had a crush, and I was dying to know who it was. Little did I know, he had something he needed to get off his chest.

"Hey," Gojo said as he bumped his shoulder into mine playfully, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You've been pretty quiet lately. What's going on in that head of yours?"

I smiled and replied, "Just lost in thought, Gojo. So, is there someone special in your life these days?"

Gojo's face flushed slightly, and he tried to play it cool. "Special? Nah, not really. I mean, not that it's any of your business."

My heart skipped a beat, but I couldn't help but push a little further. "Come on, Gojo, you can tell me. I won't tell a soul."

He sighed and finally admitted, "Okay, fine. There's this one person who's been on my mind, but I don't know if they feel the same way."

I leaned in, eager to hear more, and asked, "And who might this lucky person be?"

Gojo scratched the back of his neck, looking adorable in his moment of vulnerability. "Well, you see, it's… it's someone I've known for a long time. Someone who's always been there for me, and I can't imagine my life without them."

My heart raced as I realized what he was saying. Could it be me? Was he talking about me?

Gojo's voice became even softer as he continued, "I want to tell them how I feel, but I'm afraid it might ruin our friendship. What should I do?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. "Gojo, you should go for it. Life's too short to hold back your feelings. If this person means that much to you, they deserve to know how you feel."

He looked into my eyes, and there was a mixture of relief and hope in his gaze. "You think so?"

I nodded and smiled warmly. "Absolutely. You never know, they might feel the same way."

With newfound determination, Gojo stood up, his face lighting up with a renewed sense of confidence. "You're right, cutie. Thanks for the advice. I think I'm going to tell Shoko how I feel tomorrow."

I was shocked. “The person you like is Shoko?” I say disheartened. “Well yeah, who did you think it was silly!” Gojo says casually while beginning standing up.

As he walked away, I couldn't help but wonder if I was somebody, he could ever have feelings for.

So, after four long days, Gojo and I hadn't exchanged a word. It felt like an eternity. The air was thick with tension, and I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong. We used to spend every moment together, but now we were like strangers.

I had been so sure he was talking about me, but to hear him talk about another girl, especially one of our mutual friends, had left me devastated. I couldn't bear the thought of being around him, knowing he had feelings for someone else.

I had retreated into my own world, trying to keep my distance, hoping that the pain in my heart would subside. I couldn't handle the thought of seeing him with Shoko, so I chose silence instead. But it had been a painful, lonely silence.

On the fourth day, I found myself sitting alone in our usual spot by the river, skipping stones across the water, and replaying those heartbreaking words he had spoken.

Then, out of nowhere, I heard his voice. "Hey. Can we talk?"

I looked up to see Gojo standing there, looking unsure and regretful. My heart ached at the sight of him. I didn't want to keep ignoring him, but the pain was still too fresh.

Reluctantly, I nodded, and he sat down beside me, his gaze fixed on the water. "I've missed you," he admitted, his voice tinged with sadness.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him. "Gojo, you said you had a crush on Shoko. What's there to talk about?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "That... that was a lie."

My head snapped in his direction, my heart racing. "A lie? But why?"

Gojo finally turned to face me, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Because I was afraid, (y/n). I was scared that if I told you how I really felt, it would ruin our friendship. But these past four days have been torture, and I can't take it anymore. I want to be any kind of guy you want me to be. I mean, I've noticed that I can be a bit... over the top sometimes. I know I can be arrogant and a show-off, and I want you to know that I'm willing to change. If there's something you don't like about me or if there's a certain kind of person you'd rather be with, I'm willing to become that person for you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I struggled to keep my emotions in check. "Gojo, what are you trying to say?"

He took a deep breath and finally confessed, "I don't have a crush on Shoko. It's you, (y/n). I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I was too scared to admit it, but I can't keep lying to myself or to you. I love you."

My heart swelled with a mix of emotions – relief, joy, and love. The pain of the past few days seemed to melt away, replaced by a warmth that I had longed for.

"You don't have to change for me, Gojo," I said softly. "I care about you just the way you are.”

With tears streaming down my face, I turned to Gojo and said, "You really had me fooled, didn't you?"

He smiled, a mixture of relief and happiness in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I should have been honest from the beginning."

I leaned in and gently kissed him, my heart finally at ease. "It's okay, Satoru. I love you too."

thank you for reading ♡

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vnmpior · 2 years

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THERE'S ONE ☆ BED?!

MICHAEL ☆ AFTON

x reader (gender neutral)

summary: not only did you and michael have to run in the rain to the nearest hotel after missing the last bus, there was only one bed and one blanket

I LOVE ENEMIES TO LOVERS

yall do not know how unbelievably mad I am bc tumblr won't let me reply to your comments smh I SEE THEM N I SWEAR I'D RESPOND IF I COULD

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you scowled, water dripping down your hair and creating a small puddle on the floor. shivering, as you paid the person at the front desk.

michael was also in the same boat as you, clearly annoyed as he strung out the rain from his jacket.

"think you could pay faster? I'm not getting sick today," michael scoffed.

"hey, dipshit, tell that to her," you pointed at the woman taking her time looking for a key to give you.

he rolled his eyes, and as soon as the lady held the key out, he snatched it and made his way to the hallway of rooms.

you thanked the attendant and rushed after him.

michael hurridly unlocked the door and swung it open, only to stand there in confusion.

"what's wrong?" you asked, and then you saw it once you made it to the door.

"oh, for fucks sake."

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the two of you had took hot showers, but only after arguing who would go first. you had decided you were just going to take the clothes that the hotel had graciously offered you and make a break for the bathroom.

he definitely was pouting by the time you came back, jacket and shirt discarded.

you jumped in surprise at him being shirtless and turned around.

"hurry up and get into the shower," you tried to not look at him as you hung your wet clothes in the closet.

he laughed and only when you heard the door shut did you let out a breath of relief and sink onto the bed.

"man, he really does work out," you said to yourself.

"I heard that!" michael called from the shower.

"heard what?" you yelled back, embarrassed.

he needs to stop laughing.

☆

"I can sleep on the floor," he offered as the two of you sat on opposite sides of the bed.

"as much as I hate you, I'm pretty sure this floor is super dirty." you flung you legs onto the bed, laying down. "we'll just put a pillow in-between us."

"why? can't handle yourself?" he smirked.

you raised an eyebrow. "you wish. I couldn't handle myself when I was with your dad."

you let out a snicker as his eyes widened.

"maybe you should be the one to sleep on the floor." michael grabbed the blanket and pulled it over himself.

"I'll think about it," you said as you took the blanket from him.

he whined and tried taking it back.

"turn off the lights first, and I'll let you have it back." no you weren't.

he furrowed his eyebrows and got up, walking over to the light switch like a kid putting back something they really wanted.

the room turned dark, and michael jumped onto the bed.

"now give me the blanket."

"never," you rolled yourself up in the blanket so he couldn't take it from you.

"I will personally throw you on you the floor," he threatened.

"I bet you-" you let out a screech as michael grabbed onto you and began unrolling you.

"THIS IS MY BLANKET!" you tried getting away from him.

"psh, we both paid for this room. it's whoever keeps it." he kept unraveling the blanket.

you began thrashing around until michael crawled on top of you and straddle you so you wouldn't be able to stop him.

"this is going to be my blanket."

you tried to stop him, but he successfully managed to get the sheet and cheered.

and that's when the two of you noticed the position you were in.

"oh shit, my bad," he scrambled off of you as you felt your face heat up.

"it's alright," you responded, flipping over to look at the wall, back to him.

the next few minutes were silent until michael threw a bit of the blanket onto you, scooting closer.

"you looked cold," he mumbled.

"thanks," you turned over to face him. you didn't realize how close he was. your lips were almost touching, and you could see a few freckles dotting his cheeks.

"think you need that pillow now?" he teased.

you hmmphed, "I think we both know what's about to happen. just kiss me already."

he acted like he was thinking about it.

"and why should I?"

instead of answering him, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips against his for a second before turning back around.

"because now I won't kiss you for longer than that."

"hey, I'm sorryyyy," he shook you, but you were fake snoring.

"pleaseeee," he begged.

you looked towards him to see him giving you puppy dog eyes.

"who could say no to that?"

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fueledbysano · 2 years

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. Izana Kurokawa

Being away for a while from his queen finally pays off...

♱ pairing: izana x afab!reader

♱ content/warnings: MATURE. MDNI. phone sex, mutual masturbation, degrading, pet names, unprotected sex, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, cock warming.

♱ a/n: late post for the king's birthday. i love and miss him so much. he deserves love and the greatest head. repost bc it didn't show up in the tags last time around!

Izana stands on the corner of the bed with a face of utter nonchalance, as if he was merely waiting for a bus on a spring day, glass of champagne in hand; and unloading a gun with the other. Last week he took that same glock and shot it into some dude's head. Failure to comply with their end of the deal being the reason behind, leaving Izana and his most trusted men stranded in the shady corners of Manila, Philippines to deal with the burden themselves.

Without the morals of a sewer rat, no one can hold a position of leadership. For all of their "code," the most savage scum-bag regulations are the only ones that matter. It's either— be more savage or more devoted. That is how his organization operated.

The man is lost in fantasy land until the most important person in his life crosses his mind, then he morphs into someone no one sees— but you.

The hotel room was the perfect array of home-y hues, for they gave a sense of home away from home, of a place of comfort and luxury.

However, Izana feels the exact opposite without having his queen with him.

This longing had become a road he could walk forever, but to see you would be such a sweet relief.

Missing you is his secret hobby; so secret he often omits to tell himself until he is left with no choice but to go on without you for two weeks.

Stashing the weapon away and draining the liquor down his throat, Izana slumped at the fresh sheets for once then scrolled through his messages and eyed for your name.

He was only one hour behind your timezone back home, deciding to leave you a good night message for bed.

“Hey, sweetheart. Miss you so fucking much.” He spoke upon pressing on the voice record icon, watching the lines react to his raspy voice.

“I want to hold you…” His eyes fell shut at the thought.

“I want to touch you…” A smirk follows shortly.

“I really wanna see your pretty face, and that gorgeous body…” He could picture the image in his mind crystal clear— and his guard is completely down by this point upon feeling shivers when the cold air hits the skin exposed by his cotton robe.

“Fuck, I wanna be inside you.” The vulnerability in his voice was evident from how airy his words started to sound, which would soon grow into moans.

“Fuck, [ Y / N ]...” Izana shamelessly moaned into the speaker of his phone at the thought of you, throwing his head back along with the action.

“Wanna kiss every inch…” This was his last message before noticing that you have seen his voice messages. Izana bit his lip in anticipation, giving you time to listen to his sweet messages before typing out, “call me now babygirl.”

and back home, you wasted no time hitting that call button which was immediately answered by your fianceé.

“Good evening, my love.” He answers sweetly, releasing every butterfly in your heart.

“Good evening, handsome. Is someone needy tonight?” You replied, sliding into Izana’s spot on your shared bed.

“Mmmh, of course I fucking am. I haven't touched you in weeks.” You could picture the pout on his face.

”I see how that can be frustrating.”

“It is, darling. I can't wait to get home.” He talks sweetly while you prepare to send a couple of your photos to him.

“When I get there, I want you to—oh, fuck.” Your fianceé was interrupted by the buzz of his phone, and his screen suddenly displayed a collection of your nudes.

“I know you missed me, so… I took some treats for you today.” You tease. A flood of endorphins escalated through your lover’s body like wildfire, a few moments in his imagination of what he wanted to do with your body released him from his troubles— taking him into a place where pleasure is nigh.

“Are you touching yourself, babe?” You purr from the other line, acknowledging the dead air in the line.

“You bet I am, keep talking.”And you were right— Izana let his slender hand slip into the gap of his night robe, just below the sash that tied it shut.

“How does it feel to jerk it to my nudes? D’you miss it when I bounce myself on your thick cock?”

“It makes me so horny knowing that I’ve made a dirty little slut out of you…” Izana awed, teasing his tip with the pad of his thumb as he listened to your words.

“Mmh, I wish I was there to take you in my mouth until you’re spilling down my throat…”

“Fucking whore. Ahhh~” Izana suppressed thrusting up to his fist once he stroked his length in sync with his thumb.

“I need you to please yourself too, baby. Put two fingers in your pussy for me.” He spoke.

“Yes sir.” And without hesitation, you do as he told, discarding your panties then sliding your fingers into your slick entrance.

“Rub your g-spot. Nice and slow.” You fried your best to recall and mirror the curling of his fingers when his fingers are inside you; the way his slim and strong fingers nudged a deep spot within you.

“Ohhh, fuck! Aghhh!”

“Oh yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart? You wish those were my fingers buried in you, don’t you?” Izana teased as if he could read your mind.

“Mhm.”

“Add another finger.”

“Agh! Oh fuck!” You were desperate for release when your pussy stretches to accommodate your third digit, morning mindlessly thrusting them harder which amplified the sound of your slick juices.

“Did I tell you to speed up? Patience, baby.” You weren't aware that you're phone was picking up the wetness of your cunt, surprised that your lover on the other line was able to hear it.

With a pout, you steady your motions into slower thrusts.

“There we go… What a good girl.” Izana praised, continuing to touch himself on his side of the continent.

He could still hear your slick pussy reacting to your finger movements, however, this time at a slow pace— which he matched his fist's movement with, imagining that it was your pussy lifting and dropping itself on his shaft.

“I can tell you’re doing such a good job, babygirl. Now, go faster and cum for me.” Izana sped up his actions for once, pumping his full shaft into his fist and subconsciously thrusting his hips upward as he listened to the amplified, rough sounds of your wet cunt.

“Honey, I want to see you cum!” You blow his mind with your commands and he's putty in your hands from then on. After all, he finds it hard to say no to his number one.

“Fuck yessss, [ Y / N ]...” Quickly turning his camera on then focusing it into his flushed cock, Izana spurts his release in sync with a throaty moan, hand buckled on his phone as he sought to give you a perfect view of him dirtying the sheets and his robe with thick strings and beads of his cum.

“Oh! God, oh fuck!” Soon enough, you were next to climax, and Izana could only wish he was there to treat your pussy with the most loving laps and kisses.

“I love you, Izana. I can’t wait for you to come home.” You whispered.

“I love you too, princess. Now go get some sleep. I’ll call you in the morning.”

—

With a smile on your face and a lingering glow from your orgasm the night prior, it was given that you woke up particularly blooming that morning.

After receiving your daily morning text from Izana, you were off to run errands at the mall in a good mood. On the way home, you happen to pass by a Victoria’s Secret outlet and decide to treat yourself with some new cute sets and perfume. Thanks to your fianceé who let you have his black card while he is away. At the end of the day, he’ll love what you got from your little shopping, anyways.

Soon enough, night fell the blue haze of the day and lifted to reveal the stars. You still missed Izana, wishing he could end his business already and come home to you.

So in anticipation, you got your new lingerie cleaned for a little fitting.

You were proud of how cute it looked on you as you stood before the full mirror in front of you and Izana’s bed.

Its pale pink tones complement your skin beautifully, hugging your figure like a perfect fit. However, a yawn strikes you shortly, feeling your body yearning for the comfort of the mattresses.

So in a dawdle, you didn’t mind discarding your current outfit and laid on the sheets stomach first, picking up a book from your night stand in order to slowly help you get into a deep sleepy state.

Although, unbeknownst to you yet, Izana’s jet plane landed an hour ago, and he had already arrived at your penthouse just minutes prior.

“Hi babies...” Upon entering, Izana was pleased with how you kept the fish tank clean, lively with colorful designs and healthy fishes. And the house plants— he could tell that they were well-taken care of and healthier than he remembers.

Just as expected, he noticed the tidiness of your home, especially the freshly-washed glass on the counter. It was your nightly glass of milk, which means you had gone off to bed to read yourself to sleep.

With a smile, Izana discards his coat and gloves, relaxing into the comfort of your home as he heads upstairs to your bed.

His heart thumps faster than ever when he spots your frame on the bed. Your choice of outfit and your ass being the first thing in sight was enough to drive hin in the mood. Your back was facing him, and so he took the opportunity to quietly crawl into bed as stealthy as he can, then laying on his side as soon as he reaches you.

“Hey, sweetheart…” He charmed, brushing his fingers down your spine.

With a gasp, you immediately took out your earbuds and turned to your fiancée.

“You're home!” You greeted sweetly.

“Hi, princess.” Izana’s chuckle came hoarse as he wasted no time latching his lips on the exposed skin of your back. “Is this a new set, angel?” He asks, toying the lace of the leg piece before snapping it to your skin. “Yes…”

“You used my card, yeah?”

“Yes…”

“And you bought just these? Next time, get more stuff for yourself, okay?” You blush at his remark and almost immediately, you let out an audible moan when you felt his fingers hoist over your panties.

“So cute…” He awed, before flipping you onto your back so he could see your pretty face this time.

“I missed you, honey.” You pout and let your hands rest on his nape. “I know, darling. I missed you too.” He spoke in between tender kisses.

“Sweetheart, keep in mind that I love you…” His pupils was blown with lust as he examined your body,

“Because I’m about to pound you like I fucking don’t.” You felt blood rush to your core and shivers down your spine as he whispered the words into your ear, breath shaky in anticipation from the intense longing pent up in your core.

With one swift movement, Izana eased his shirt off with grace, tossing it into a random spot in the room followed by his trousers.

His body is strong, yet it needs love, needs to feel the gentle touch of you for real soulful strength.

You pumped him a few times, drawing more breathless noises out of his lips as he admired you underneath him until he let his hand shift from your cheeks down your lips.

That was when he pushed his length into your entrance with one grand thrust and hummed affirmatively. Your tongues entwine in a kiss, changing your breathing with every thrust, hearing your moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses from your breasts, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching your reaction, feeling how your legs move, watching your body writhe.

“You’re such an obedient slut, you like to be treated rough, babe?” He tells he’s going to make you beg for it, and you just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. and in seconds, he’s fucking you harder anyways, pleased to hear your cries as he dives harder into your soft cunt.

The pleasure was making Izana slightly dizzy, yet he tried to keep his eyes on yours the whole time, focused solely on pounding away the pent up sexual frustration from he was away.

You will never get over how the intensity in his eyes made your heart flutter and your stomach flip.

Feeling seriously close to your orgasm, Izana stopped his motions all at once. “Oh fuck.” You breathed out when the knot in your core pulled back in an instant, and Izana was soon laid on the bed by your side.

“Ride it.” He ordered, stroking himself a few times. So in a hurry, you immediately sit yourself on his length and rocked your hips slowly forward, then back. “What a desperate, needy slut.” Izana grunted softly against your ear, making eye contact with himself through the mirror in front of the bed before giving your ass a loud smack.

You lifted your hips, feeling his length slide out before slamming your hips back down, and Izana reacted in an instant, as his hands flew to your hips. He loved the way his girth perfectly nudged against your g-spot as whenever you rode him in this pace.

He watched you bounce on his cock with his jaw hanging open, soft groans escaping from his throat and nails digging crescents on your hips as he observed his dick slip in and out of you.

He rocked softly upwards into you, and you whimpered slightly, bracing your arms on his chest. You may argue that you go slow on purpose at times in order to turn the tables and make him desperate to fuck you harder.

But once he gets tired after a solid couple of minutes, you initiate on practically bouncing on his cock, hearing each other's mix of juices slop in your abused hole.

“Fuck, I'm getting close. You think you can take all this load, princess?” You almost gasped at the idea of your fiancee filling you up after so long.

“I'm gonna fuck you until you're knocked up with my baby…” You didn't even flinch when he pushed you back onto the mattress then lifted your legs into a mating press as he whispered into your ear.

“Fuck yes…” You breathed out, letting Izana hit the deepest spots inside of you, swearing that he had already reached your cervix at this point.

Izana's slim fingers made their way to your clit, where he rubbed you in time with his deep thrusts.

It was too much— you felt your orgasm crash down on your senses, sweeping any capability you had to breathe properly and think.

With your climax, you clamped down on him, and he lost it, finally expelling all his pent up release; no doubtedly filling your insides with it.

If you weren't already running short on breath, Izana lets himself fall on your chest as he regains his breath, your chests touching and rising against each other in attempts to come down from your high.

Still inside of you, Izana stills his hips down there before leaning forward for a kiss. Your hands planted firmly on his chest, returning the kiss with matched love and passion. “I love you so much, angel. Y'were such a good girl for me…” He kisses your forehead.

“I love you too…” You spoke truthfully, finally grateful to be able to have the love of your life back home safely and in your arms.

“Wanna stay inside me?” You offered, noticing that he had his arms already clinging onto your body without any plans to move.

“Yes please…” He spoke breathlessly.

And with that, you held him in a close embrace and ran your hands through his sweaty silver locks, shortly falling into sleep afterwards.

He said he was gonna fuck you like he doesn't— but truthfully, you felt nothing but love for each other the entire time. He missed you just as much.

🔖: @tokyometronetwork

#izana kurokawa #izana x reader #izana x reader smut #tokyo revengers #izana kurokawa x reader #izana kurokawa x you #izana smut #izana x you

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drpeppertummy · 7 months

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kathleen & irene event For The First Time wahouu super tiny bc im still getting to know them

[post-stuffing, tummyache, tummy rubs, mild burping]

"Oh, gosh, don't let me eat any more," Kathleen groaned, reaching over Irene's lap to put the popcorn bowl on the other side of her. Her tummy pushed out tight and hard against her just-too-short pajama shirt, stuffed so full that she couldn't suck it in if she tried. The two had eaten a big dinner earlier--it was Friday, and they always went out on Fridays--and while she'd had some time to digest between then and now, she'd quickly filled herself right back up and then some with popcorn and a Shirley Temple during their movie.

"I can't believe you even ate that much," Irene chuckled. She gently took her skinny wife into her arms, resting both hands on her distended tummy. It was unbelievably taut, with no give to it, and the feeling of it trying to stretch tighter with each breath made Irene's own stomach ache. She winced sympathetically.

"Sheesh, honeypot, you really did overdo it," she said, giving Kathleen's overstuffed belly a gentle rub. It didn't take much for Kathleen to overdo it; she was skinny as a rail with an appetite to match, and she had a tendency to swallow a lot of air while she ate, leaving her uncomfortably bloated even after a small meal. Knowing this, Irene pressed in as gently as she could while she rubbed, hoping to lure out a burp and release some of the pressure. Kathleen let out a tiny moan.

"Sorry, babe," said Irene, easing up.

"No, it's fine," Kathleen assured her. She leaned her head against Irene's shoulder, slipping an arm around her soft waist.

"You sure? That is a seriously tight tummy." Kathleen nodded.

"I really need to burp," she admitted, almost sheepishly. "I can't get anything to come up."

"Well, let's see what we can do about that." Irene continued her gentle massage, applying a soft pressure against Kathleen's bulging upper belly, trying to coax the trapped air upwards. Finally, she felt a low rumble bubble up under her hand, and out came a tiny burp. It didn't help much.

"You're gonna have to do better than that," Irene chuckled, giving her belly a pat. It felt and sounded like thumping a watermelon. She felt Kathleen's belly tense up under her hand as she desperately tried to force up another, but nothing came. Irene began rubbing again, feeling sorry for her. As she did, she patted her back, trying to help dislodge the air.

Suddenly, Kathleen's belly rumbled loudly, and an enormous burp escaped her before she even realized it was coming. Irene felt her stomach deflate under her hand. The two froze for a moment, astonished, and then dissolved into laughter. Kathleen fell back against the couch cushion with a sigh of relief, still giggling. Her belly still poked out noticeably, but she no longer felt like she was about to pop.

"I don't know how you got all that in there, but I'm glad it's out," laughed Irene, patting her belly again. It wasn't nearly as tight as it had been.

"Tell me about it," Kathleen snorted. She rested her hands on her tummy, then let herself slump over against her wife, wrapping her arms tightly around her. Irene returned the hug, and they went on watching the movie.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #xkathleenx #xirenex #burst mention

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rottentiger-art · 9 months

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Quogan with kids - Imagine how panicked/ridiculous Logan would be as Quinn’s water breaks and he has to drive her to the hospital. Or him holding her hand during labor and through the contractions.

I believe Logan would be overly attentive with Quinn's pregnancy, I think I mentioned before him buying whatever craving she has in bulks and make their friends/family rehearse what they have to do for the "big day" (yes, I am referencing Floricienta jajajja), but Quinn isn't far behind him.

I have some more headcanons for Quinn's pregnancy (I also have for them as parents, but then this post would be too long, so I'll leave that for another asks I got about the subject), remember this is settled in my Rebuilding PCA AU.

(had to divide this into sections bc there's an apparent limit for every list)

Finding out, to first Eco:

Despite having everything planned out, even when they were going to have children, the first baby came as a surprise.

I headcanon she took a test on her job. She had her suspicion about her symptoms, and had a doctor appointment in a few days, but she was too impatient to wait so she bought three pregnancy test (just to be sure) and took them on her job's bathroom.

But unexpected doesn't mean unwelcome. Quinn was very happy when she found out, definitely cried when she saw the two pink lines.

The thought of little baby, a mix of both her and Logan overwhelmed her with joy, unable to even worry if that might compromise her work at the moment.

Though she did think of it on her way home, she felt optimist. She acknowledge to herself that it will be hard and it will require more of her usual effort and focus, but she's Quinn Pensky-Reese! She's the mind of her generation, if anyone can handle an inventor's job, a school rebuilding and a pregnancy, that's her!

As soon as she got home, she went into her study and started organizing her schedule for the next months, in case the doctor confirmed it. Just to save time, time she would need later one, after all.

there was even more crying when the doctor told her that, yes, she was in fact pregnant. They settle a date for the first ecography.

Logan was the first one to know, of course. But Quinn waited until she had a doctor's confirmation before telling him, worried she'd get his hopes up only to end both disappointed.

I imagine she prepared a nice surprise dinner. He entered their home and found her waiting besides a candle lit table with his favorite dish. His first thought was wondering if he -somehow- forgot any important date, he even thinks "is it my birthday?".

But she reassured him before he even ask that she just wanted to surprise him. He notices she seems happier than usual, assuming she's about to tell him some really good news, (they know each other so well!!), tho he thinks it's probably related to the school renovation.

Her excitement took over and she couldn't wait until the end of the dinner, much to his relief because his curiosity was killing him.

She hands him a little gift box, and watches as his face changes, he goes from confusion as he opens it and takes a cute tiny PCA onesie, to realization. (note: the baby will be wearing that at some point, when Logan takes them to PCA, to show them the campus *cries*)

His eyes widens and he struggles to form words because he can't close his mouth. He's absolutely shocked.

Logan: "are you saying... we're having a baby?" and Quinn just nods excitedly, she also can't talk because she's already teary eyes.

Logan runs to hug her side, lifting her and spinning her around, so happy the protective dad mode hadn't kicked on yet lol.

He wants to tell everyone immediately, but she tells him it would be better to wait for the first eco, which would be after her first trimestre is completed, and explains to him all about those things (because you know she researched before the doctor appointment and also filled the doctor with questions lol)

He listens attentively because he wants to be aware about everything related to their little bundle of joy.

They're so annoying at the hospital for the eco, but the doctor is incredibly patient (bless them), despite them spilling question after question.

Quinn's scientific curiosity is in full swing as she bombards the ultrasound technician with a million questions about the technology and procedure.

Thankfully for the doctor, they shut up as soon as their baby shows up on the screen, as well as the first time they hear their heartbeat.

(little angsty headcanon: they were both terrified of not hearing a heartbeat, it made them anxious and afraid, they're first time parents after all, they're fucking scared *cries intensifies*)

As the doctor shows them the baby's hands and feet and nose and all that, Logan makes comments like "they're gonna have your nose!" or "oh, you're gonna be a such a heartbreaker, just like your dad"

He mostly tries to make Quinn laugh, and to ease both of their nervous.

The doctor asks if they want to know the gender of the bay, but they decide to save that for the baby shower, so they get it written down in an envelopment instead.

The technician offers to print out a few ultrasound pictures for them, where the gender of their baby could not be visible (already sensing these two would spend a lot of time looking at them and Quinn would definitely figure it out). Quinn practically squeals with delight, already envisioning how she'll document and cherish these precious snapshots. Logan grins, imagining himself showing off the pictures to anyone who will listen, beaming with pride.

As they leave the doctor's office, Quinn can't help but walk a little lighter, her hand resting protectively over her growing belly. Logan wraps an arm around her, pulling her close, his protective mode also activating on that moment

On the way home, they can't resist the urge to stop at a baby store. They fill the car with stuffed animals, and nursery decorations. They also pick out a few gender-neutral outfits, happily imagining their little one wearing them.

When they get home (after Logan settled all the heavy stuff they brought inside their home, because he's not letting her carry anything heavy ever again), they sit in the coach and spread the ultrasound pictures on the coffee table, looking at them and pointing little details they notice about their baby.

Announcement:

After indulging on this little moment, they finally call their friends and family to let them know the news. First their parents (Lyric was in the same room as Logan's parents, so she found out at the same time)

Their parent's are overjoyed, it's going to be the first grandchild in both families, with Quinn being an only child and Logan the first of Malcolm's children to be a parent (I'm still not sure Logan's older brother exist, but either way, first grandkid bc I say so), and at the end of the calls they promise to set a dinner to celebrate this news soon.

When Lyric hears the news, she raises an eyebrow and gives a nonchalant shrug, trying to maintain her composure. Deep down, however, she can't help but feel a surge of excitement and anticipation. She may not show it openly, but Lyric secretly starts researching the best auntie gifts and cool, trendy baby clothes. She's determined to be the "chillest" aunt, effortlessly blending her coolness with her newfound role.

Of their friends, the first to know were Lola and Michael, argue with the wall.

Lola squeals at the news, already declaring herself the best aunt this baby would have (Lyric would disagree if she was there, but whatever), she cracks a few jokes at Logan's expenses probably, I imagine their friendship still has that banter, like they pretend they still dislike each other. Something like, "I'm sure your baby will have enough of you to make up for the parts it gets from Logan" (english is failing me lol, but you get it), and tells them she would host the baby shower. Organizing event is still not much her thing, but she's too excited.

Michael is over the moon, and tells them he'd gladly conduct their baby shower, and tells them he already thought of baby names ideas. They tell them Lola already offered and he says he'll call her to let her help (Lola would probably let him do most of the job lol)

I just know this news would give Zoey and Chase another age/relationship crisis, but let's not focus on that for this. They're happy for their friends. They also offer to help with the baby shower, but Logan is quick to reject them lol. Though Quinn explains Michael and Lola are already on that, so they don't feel bad.

Pregnant Quinn:

Quinn becomes a walking encyclopedia during her pregnancy. She dives deep into researching every stage of fetal development and reads every book on pregnancy she can get her hands on. She's determined to understand every aspect of what's happening to her body and her growing baby.

Quinn's scientific mind goes into overdrive as she starts experimenting with various homemade remedies and concoctions to alleviate pregnancy symptoms

She creates her own natural remedies for morning sickness, swollen feet, and stuff, much to the amusement and amazement of her friends.

I like to keep a bit of the ridiculousness from the show into this, so I hc Quinn's pregnancy hormones send her emotions on a rollercoaster ride. She goes from crying over commercials to laughing uncontrollably at the slightest joke. Her friends and Logan learn to navigate this emotional whirlwind, providing comfort and support whenever she needs it.

Quinn's genius mind starts coming up with innovative inventions specifically designed for pregnancy. She designs a pillow that perfectly supports her growing belly while she sleeps, a wearable device that tracks fetal movements, and even a smart app that monitors her baby's health.

Her pregnancy cravings are a mix of the expected and the totally unexpected. One day, she craves pickles and ice cream, and the next, she insists on eating spaghetti with hot sauce and gummy worms.

As her due date approaches, Quinn becomes hyper-organized. She starts prepping freezer meals, organizing the nursery down to the tiniest detail, and even creating a hospital bag checklist for both her and Logan. She wants everything to be perfectly in place for their baby's arrival.

I like to thinks Quinn's love for science extends to documenting her pregnancy journey. She takes weekly belly pictures, meticulously tracks her weight gain, and even keeps a journal where she writes letters to her unborn baby. While she is treating it like a study, she also wants to capture every precious moment and memory for their little one to look back on.

Quinn's intelligence and curiosity lead her to attend every prenatal class their schedule allows, along with Logan ofc. She becomes the star student, asking insightful questions and even offering her own scientific explanations for certain topics. She kinda annoys the other parents on the classes, but the dirty look Logan gives the when they try to say something shuts them up.

Despite her scientific approach to pregnancy, Quinn also embraces the magical and emotional side of it all. She loves feeling her baby's kicks and hiccups, cherishes every ultrasound appointment, and eagerly awaits the moment she can hold her little one in her arms.

She loves talking to her baby, telling them about how their little body is developing and what awaits them and stuff.

She hopes their little one is a science fan like her, so she also tells them of science in general, specially while she works on her quinnventions, explaining the process to her belly.

No matter how many research she went through, the birth terrifies her, truth be told. She's a first time mother after all, how could she not. The thoughts of all the things that could go wrong filling her mind.

But she endures it, holding tight to Logan's hand. She keeps pushing and pushing until they finally hear the baby's cry.

All the pain and fear melting away the moment he baby is placed in her arms, she cries happily as she caresses their cheeks and coos at them, calming the babies' crying.

the sobbing doesn't stop even when the baby calms down and the doctors take them away to clean them and weight them, neither her or Logan taking their eyes off their child, even when he leans down to kiss her forehead, whispering sweet words at her.

Daddy-to-be Logan:

From the moment Quinn tells Logan she's pregnant, he can't contain his excitement. He starts researching everything about pregnancy and parenting, creating boards filled with nursery ideas, baby names, and parenting hacks.

He creates an elaborate color-coded pregnancy planner. It includes doctor's appointments, prenatal classes, and even a detailed birth plan. He wants everything to be perfectly planned and scheduled for the arrival of their little one.

He takes it upon himself to fulfill every single one of her cravings. He becomes her "master chef", whipping up all sorts of weird food combinations she asks for, even if it means making a peanut butter and pickle sandwich at 3 a.m.

Logan insists on attending every doctor's appointment with Quinn, taking copious notes and asking the doctor a million questions. He's determined to be the most involved and informed dad ever.

As Quinn's baby bump grows, Logan becomes the ultimate protector. He's constantly fretting over her well-being, making sure she doesn't lift heavy objects, and even wrapping her in bubble wrap (metaphorically) to ensure nothing happens to their little one.

Logan starts talking to Quinn's baby bump, telling stories, singing lullabies, and even playing his favorite songs. He's convinced the baby can hear him and wants to establish a bond before they even arrive.

But he does not neglects Quinn, he pays just as much attention to her.

When it comes to baby shopping, Logan goes all out. He insists on buying the most comfy and safe stroller, the comfiest crib, and the cutest baby clothes. He spends hours meticulously researching and comparing products, determined to provide the best for his little family.

Logan becomes a master at assembling baby furniture... after many fails. He spends countless afternoons putting together the crib until he figures out how that thing works, changing tables, and rocking chairs. He'd usually hire someone to do the job for him, but he wanted to do this himself, no matter how frustrating it became, it was worth it.

As Quinn's due date approaches, Logan becomes a nervous wreck. He's constantly checking his phone, ready to rush to the hospital at a moment's notice. He even has a fully packed hospital bag prepared for both Quinn and himself, complete with snacks, a change of clothes, and a camera to capture every moment.

When the day finally arrives, Logan is a ball of nerves and excitement. He paces the hospital waiting room, wearing a path into the floor, until finally, he gets the news that Quinn is in labor.

He practically sprints to her side, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement throughout the whole process.

And when their little bundle of joy finally enters the world, Logan's heart swells with love and pride. He can't help but cry tears of joy, overwhelmed with emotions as he holds his baby for the first time, promising to be the best dad they could ever ask for.

It's definitely the happiest day of their life, and once home, they can hardly take their eyes off their baby, so thankful to have them there, unable to contain the infinite amount of love their feel for them.

And that's most of my quogan pregnancy headcanons, hope you liked them.

#ask box #anon #quogan #zoey 102 #zoey 101 #logan reese #quinn pensky #quinn x logan #quogan baby #rebuilding PCA au #(kinda. it's settled there)#quogan headcanons

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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So about rise leo x villian! Reader plot, bef i say anything am a huge sucker for good endings so don't blame me.

So i hc reader as a gymnastic - the the villian from Barbie spy movie(?) - with gadget that help her/them shape shift to anything or anybody (So OP must nerf).

Plot; So the reason why reader is begin a villian to begin with is she's working for big mama - yes am gonna blame big mama - as her special thief, reader have the ability/ or have a gadget that make them shapshift to anybody or anything which it helped them escape from the crime scene/ mad dogs may many times.

The reason why she works for big mama is because BM took her in from the streets after she almost pull a perfect heist from BM's hotel, instead of sending her to police or just k1ll her she took her in as her new minion.

The reason why she know the mad dogs was because she's also a friend to april whom she trusts, so April trusted her enough to introduce the mad dogs to her which in the beginning reader took it as a nice game to make fun of the mad dogs to know what they feel about her after she's able to escape them, but soon fall in love with leo which it was unfortunate for her.

Fast forward, the mad dogs takes reader hostage because they just can't let her go, she knows where they live, she knows too much, they try to interrogate her to know anything about her; who's her boss, where she got the gadget? Why working as a thief? But reader is as hard as a nail and won't peep of an info.

That until leo asks her " was everything about us fake? Your feelings towards me? Our dates? Was everything fakes? " Leo asks, reader wanted to be honest and say no but begin afraid of seeing her answer as a lie she sees its best for them to break up and for leo to find another person, but for this to happen he have to hate her, so she pulls the " bad girl " mask and say " yep, everything was a lie, am surprise you even believed i loved you! " To the mad dogs, splinter and April they believe her mask but leo knowing how people could see right through her.

When everyone leave leo and reader alone to talk, leo start pressing reader for his answers, reader put a fight by saying hurtful words but in the end breaks from guilt, she loves leo so much she feels the guilt is crushing her, she wants him to forgive her but she knows she doesn't deserve it.

She get surprised by leo mentioning how reader have to stay in the lair to keep on " interrogate " her, tho reader knows it's way of leo saying " you're gonna stay with me until your problems is solved ", yes reader hadn't gotten leo's full trust again but it's a step to regain his and the family's trust.

first of all, i love the headcanon of gymnastics reader with the shapeshifting because it's just such a cool thing tbh. And almost pulling the perfect heist?? i would hire her in an instant. I think if it was me who wrote this it might go something like:

You slide down the rope, eyes scanning the room to see if any alarms had been triggered yet. Noting the absence of flashing lights and loud blaring sirens, your shoulders sag in relief at going undetected.

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and reader getting caught by the mad dogs and being interrogated??? Oh my GOD so much potential for angst here it's insane. Mikey interrogating her?? sweetheart won't be able to hold back tears. Raph??? Incredibly disappointed. "I thought we were bear buddies!"

Donnie?? Well. Honestly I'm not sure how he'd react but i think he'd be rather hurt bc he considered you a good acquaintance, maybe even working your way up to be a worthy friend.

And then there's Leo. Our sweet, sweet turtle who just so happened to fall for the enemy. Honestly I'm always a sucker for sweet endings but I just so happen to be rather evil and as such will leave it on a high note of heartbreak :>

So, if I were to just kinda drabble a bit (Please pardon the suddenness of it all, this is very on the spot bc inspo hit and completely unedited/thought out) I'd write it like this:

"Fine, don't tell me anything then." Leo stands up, the shards of hurt and betrayal stabbing into his chest even deeper as he watches your bowed head. You refuse to look up, to meet his gaze because you knew that if you did, you'd break.

You're already trying to silence the voice in your head practically screaming at you to tell him everything. To tell him everything you felt for him - that you still feel for him, was never a lie.

Your eyes water, but you refuse to let a single tear overflow and land on the table. Your arms are tightly secured with rope, and you can barely breathe even though they had been lenient with your restraints.

Leo wants to say something - anything, for the glimmer of hope in his heart that you'd come clean.

"Please."

That makes you look up. His eyes are filled with desperation, pleading with you to admit that what the both of you had wasn't just pure deceit.

When he finally manages to meet your gaze, he almost forgets how angry he is. Your eyes swirl with guilt and regret, conflict in his chest as he watches you visibly struggle to find the words to reply. He wants nothing more than to wrap you into a hug, to soothe your worries (and his) and to forget everything that went down in the past two days.

But you don't reply, and it worsens the pit of despair his heart is already plummeting into.

So he turns around, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut, leaving you behind in the cold darkness.

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but yeah! I genuinely really love this plot idea and i think i'll come back to it one day. But currently I'm rather busy and bogged down with work, so it might be a while (whoops).

Thank you so much for sending this in! I really enjoyed this idea :D

Actually, i just got reminded of this one Donnie fic by someone on tumblr(i can't remember the name of the blog, someone please lmk what it is!) but it has a similar storyline whereby Donnie and reader are in a relationship, only for him to find out she's been working for Big Mama all along! I remember it has a happy ending, so I think you'd really enjoy it!

#CPRambles #asks #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #female reader #x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader

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riderofblackdragons · 11 days

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Day 15: No Anesthetic

Day 15! We're still running late, but it's ok! For today's, I figured, well... What can I think of for no anesthesthia? And the answer is, more An Original Mother! For most of history, women were refused anesthesthia, bc of christianity and it damning their souls or something. idrk but it works for this.

So trigger warnings for this one: Childbirth, blood, christianity (i grew up as a chistian i can say that i think), i can't think of any others but if I need to add any more please reach out!

Hope you enjoy! Please mind the trigger warnings tho

People were stupid, Elijah had just decided. They may not have the experience of her many years on this earth, but Elijah felt as though some things should be obvious. Providing labouring women with pain medication, for one. Or at least, not telling a hormonal vampire to her face that she wasn’t going to get any relief until the child was out, when she was beginning her labours.

But no, since the medical world was apparently infected with Christianity (and its various offshoots), and idiots to boot, it wasn’t allowed. She would have to suffer like this for as long as it took. There was something about an original sin, and some lady named Eve eating an apple? It ended ended up in the same place, anyways - with Elijah being refused medication to help her.

She’d eaten the idiots who’d told her, of course. They may have been compelled to tell her the truth and see if they could get it, but she still didn’t like their answer. Anyways, feeding had taken her mind off of the pain, and the building pressure in her lower abdomen. The rush of blood into her system was a welcome change, even if she’d been experiencing it for centuries now.

The midwives surrounding her made no comment on the fallen bodies on the floor, merely working around them. Elijah had compelled them to be as competent as they could with her birth - just because she could get pregnant, and birth living children, it didn’t mean that her labour was going to be easy. In fact, from her past experiences in childbirth, Elijah knew that it would be much the opposite.

She wasn’t looking forward to it, had even contemplated aborting the child when she’d first realised her pregnancy. With what had happened with her last child, Elijah knew that she would have to raise this child by herself again - but this time, her siblings would be looking for her. But she’d decided against it, in the end. Had reminded herself of how much she loved being a mother, staying in the same place for a couple decades, watching her child grow and get old and have children of their own.

Well, it had only happened with one child so far, but it had been a wonderful experience. Elijah had hoped that she would be able to share it with her siblings, last time she’d ended up pregnant, but… That hadn’t worked out as planned. She hadn’t anticipated just how jealous Niklaus would become of a child.

Hence the running this time. Elijah had left a month after she’d discovered this baby, and decided against removing it. By now, seven months later, Niklaus would have realised that she’d lied about whatever excuse she’d used to leave. They’d be on the lookout for her now, when they weren’t running from their father.

And Elijah couldn’t concentrate on the past, as the present made itself known with another strong contraction ripping through her insides. This baby was wanting out, and out now. And truthfully, Elijah couldn’t blame it. She wanted it out of her as well, wanted to hold her child in her arms for the first time in over a century and a half.

The pain was gone suddenly, letting Elijah have a slight breather. She didn’t need to breathe, per say, as a vampire not breathing wouldn’t actually kill her, but she was finding it helpful in this moment. Truthfully, Elijah wished that she could’ve trusted one of her siblings, or even her father, to be there with her. To be able to hold their hand, as she tried to push down with each contraction.

But her father kept trying to kill her siblings, and she couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t try it with her too, especially not when she was in such a vulnerable situation. And with regards to her siblings, well… Elijah didn’t think she could trust any of them around any child of hers, not with how they’d just let their half-brother get away with throwing her son off of a balcony, because she was paying more attention to her child than to him.

So no support system here. The father was dead, or close to it - Elijah didn’t remember who he even was, but she remembered how Kol had hunted his pack down for sport. Her youngest brother loved hunting for sport, especially if it was other vampires or werewolves.

Next time, Elijah thought to herself, letting loose a pained scream with her next contraction. Next time, she’d turn the midwives before she gave birth, so when she crushed their hands as she gave birth, they’d be able to actually heal from it. Also, it would mean that she’d have at least one midwife who’d dealt with Elijah’s vampiric pregnancies before, which would be lovely.

A thought for afterwards, however, as one of the midwives announced the baby was ‘crowning’. The head was coming out, one of the other midwives explained upon Elijah’s puzzled look. Their excitement over the entire ordeal being over soon was soon turned to horror, however, as Elijah felt liquid started to gush out with the exit of the child.

Sheets were fetched and washed and fetched again, and Elijah felt herself getting weaker. She called for them to save the baby, first, and the compelled midwives exchanged a glance, but complied. They were obviously unhappy about it, but they did agree to it.

Nothing could work as well as she wanted, however. Elijah ‘died’ in childbirth, the blood seeping from where the baby had ripped its way out of her.

With her ‘death’, as well, all Elijah’s compulsions were removed. One of the midwives screamed at the sight of the dead bodies on the floor, whereas previously she’d been stepping over and around them like they were mere bumps on the floor.

Still, they kept their memories. Elijah was going to compel them to forget afterwards, since there was no point in doing it in the middle of their job. Things could go wrong, after all, and they clearly had this time.

But one of the older midwives, who felt she’d seen far too much bullshit in her line of work, remembered how her current patient had drained the bodies. Clearly, the blood was vital for her, and so the lady pulled up her sleeve to drip some of her own blood into the patient’s mouth.

If it didn’t work, she had no idea what to do. One of them would have to take the baby home, since it appear this young woman had no friends, no family to take care of her, nor raise the baby if she died. If she had, they would have been there with her, was the consensus amongst the midwives, and so trying this was the best idea they had.

Thankfully, it did work. Elijah’s eyes flew open after barely a few drops, and she eagerly latched onto the other woman’s wrist to drink more. Not too much, though. She still had restraint, and this woman had just saved her child from being raised by strangers by testing this out. It would be poor form to repay that gift by draining her, and Elijah knew that she could go and feed some more later, besides.

“It’s a girl, ma’am,” one of the other midwives told her in a low voice, understandably wary of this woman who’d just come back from certain death.

She held out her arms, a bundle of clothes in them. The cloths shifted slightly, white folds moving away, and suddenly all Elijah could see was her beautiful baby girl. This child would not be harmed, she swore to herself. Not as long as she was around.

“What’re you going to name her?” One of the younger women asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

“Nína,” Elijah breathed over her baby’s face. “Nína Elijasdóttir”

#tvd #to #the vampire diaries #the originals #elijah mikaelson #female elijah mikaelson #AU - An Original Mother #whumpay #klaus mikaelson #hes just mentioned but i feel like i should include him #same with #mikael mikaelson

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maskednihilism · 1 month

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@aluckiicoin || prompt! || From Aventurine

ooc. THANK YOU BC NOW I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO FINALLY WRITE A DRABBLE I'VE BEEN MEANING TO SINCE 2.1 DROPPED.

muses mentioned @shallliveoninsong and your boy of course

It's at times like this he is reminded he's not a spring chicken. Jing Yuan pulled himself up on the furnace with a grunt. How the hell did Koski manage to get up here? Did he also struggle? A part of him hopes so, for all the effort he went through to find him.

The thief had been distant from him. Seemingly overnight too. One day they were gossiping about miscellaneous things and then the thief was gone. His weapons left at his home, along with any money the thief had on hand. It worried the General. Sampo was no stranger to danger but not like this. No one broke into his home, he hadn't said anything to offend the thief. At least that he's aware of. And yet he vanished. Without even a goodbye.

What he did take though, was his beacon. It took some time to trace it. The thief seemed to still remain in Luofu but always on the move. It was only now, for about an hour, that the thief had stopped. Whatever he was running away from, Sampo felt it was safe to stop here. At the top of the Aureate Elixir Furnace.

And as Jing Yuan got onto his feet, he feels a wave of relief. On the edge of the furnace Sampo was sitting. His back was towards the General but he knew that red jacket and blue hair anywhere. It was his thief, his little Fool. Quickly he comes over, but carefully as to not startle the man.

"You know, you could get in trouble." Jing Yuan said as he got closer. "Climbing a precious historical landmark, and a working one too. That's enough time in prison to shed a few lifetimes." Perhaps a joke would help break the uncomfortable tension that was in the air.

The thief doesn't respond. It's now that he was closer that the General noticed a few things. The thief wasn't sitting with confidence as he usually did. The beacon he held was being clung to desperately. His body looked limp with exhaustion.

"Sampo, please. You know I can't help you if you don't ask for help."

To this the thief does respond. He looks up at the General with sorrow in his eyes. They were red, puffy from what seemed like hours upon hours of crying. There were black circles under his eyes as well. His face was dry but stained with tears the Fool shed.

"Sampo, I—" the beacon is pushed towards the General's feet. Did he want him to see something?

With nervous fingers he reaches down to grab it. It's already turned on for the General to see. An exchange of texts between the thief and someone he doesn't recognize.

msg → [self]: where are you? I haven't heard from you in a while

msg → [Precious Jalokivi]: By the time you read this message I'll be long gone. I thought I'd owe you this much.

transfer of over 2 million credits

msg → [self]: What do you mean??? What did you do?? Where are you, I can come and get you

msg → [Precious Jalokivi]: Maybe in another lifetime, I could've said all I wanted to say to you.

msg → [Precious Jalokivi]: Be free blue rat. And goodbye.

msg → [self]: this isn't funny Ven, where are you? I don't care about the money, just tell me where you're are!

msg → [Precious Jalokivi]: I'm begging you please respond, you can't do this to me

The General scrolled further down. The messages from Sampo became more erratic and nonsensical. Typos and voice messages he sent out were filled with desperation. Only to return with a simple message.

The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service

Oh Aeons... "Sampo, I'm so sorry." Whoever this was meant something to the thief.

The thief laughed. A hollowed, painful laugh. "You were right." His voice is so hoarse from crying. It barely even registered as a voice to Jing Yuan.

"Getting too close... it only leads to ruin." Yet the thief insists on making bonds with people. Like with Jing Yuan, like with the precious gemstone he cared for.

The words also sting for the General. He did tell the old Fool that when their own strange friendship started. But he only meant it to keep the man away from him. To prevent him from the pain of having a friend being lost to the Mara. Yet those words came back to haunt him.

"Maybe..." the General comes closer to sit next to him. "Maybe your friend is still out there. Only the number is out. They could still be alive."

The Fool shakes his head. Fresh tears are being spilled. "It's all over the news. Aventurine is dead. And the IPC is going to storm Penacony for his death."

Jing Yuan clenches his fist. So it was.. Questions as to how Sampo knew a high ranking official aside, it truly meant the man was gone. And Sampo is left with the broken pieces.

"Jing Yuan."

The General looks at him, and feels his heart ache again. Sampo looked so unlike himself. Weak, with sadness and hurt that nothing in this world could fix. It was the same look he had when Baiheng died.

"Will you disappear on me too? Just to leave me like this?"

That was the final strike. Jing Yuan reached for the thief and holds him close. And now, in the arms another Sampo truly becomes undone. A horrific wail comes out of the thief as he cries once again. Desperate fingers cling onto his back and cloak. Afraid that like his precious gemstone, the General would suddenly vanish from his grip.

Death was never easy to handle. For short lifers or long lifers. So the best Jing Yuan could offer was to hold the thief.

#double the pay double the service;; answers #shallliveoninsong #aluckiicoin #anywhere can be paradise as long as you have the will to live || aventurine x sampo || aluckiicoin #even fools have favorites || jing yuan + sampo || shallliveoninsong #ooc. I chose violence today #death mention #hsr spoilers #notes ask

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 years

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Can I have a slender brothers reaction (any three that you like to follow the rules) to their child/child figure getting hurt on a mission bc the reader is super powerful and protective of other creeps that they would go out of their way to ensure others didn’t get hurt

Slender:

He's equal parts proud and concerned for you when the others bring you home, saying you took hits for them to keep them safe, and Slender is quick to get you care. He stays with you every step of the way through your medical care and breathes a sigh of relief when you turn out alright. He tells you that he's incredibly proud to have such a caring and protective person working under him, especially considering his more parental relationship with you, but he also reminds you that you shouldn't be so willing to throw your own life away for another. All of you are a team, and a team backs each other up. With that in mind, he takes great care in making sure from then on out you rely on the others more instead of just trying to do it all yourself. All of them are just as capable as you, and you don't have to pull more weight than is necessary.

Splendor:

Splendor feels sick to his stomach and he's panicking quite a bit when you come home, bruised and bloodied up from protecting the others, and he feels faint at the sight. He's huddled up to your side for quite a while as you get help, holding your hand and listening to you as you explain everything that happened. He's clearly shaken up and emotional, and he does absolutely go out of his way to give you a big long lecture on how you should take better care of yourself, how you can't protect those you care for so much if you've taken too much damage, how you need to focus on surviving as well. He can't stand the thought of losing you out there, and he ends up caring for you quite a lot over the next few weeks, filled with the fear that he could have lost you that day, and it takes him a while to feel completely relaxed and comfortable again.

Offender:

Offender freezes in his tracks the second you limp through that front door, covered from head to toe in various injuries, and he feels his breath getting caught in his throat. All at once, too many bad memories are resurfacing in his mind, his older brother coming home bloodied and beaten, his father taking on the same state after his own missions, the fear in his mind as a child that he could lose them whenever he saw them like that, and now you- you're coming home the same way, and it shocks him and jolts him in the worst of ways. He's clinging to you and hugging you and crying for most of the duration of that night as he makes sure you're alright, and he doesn't even have to lecture for you to know. You promise him you'll be more careful next time, and it has new tears coming from his eyes as he nods and hugs you again.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanons #slenderman #slenderman headcanon #slenderman headcanons #slenderman x reader #splendorman headcanons #splendorman #splendorman x reader #splendorman headcanon #offenderman #offenderman headcanons #offenderman x reader #offenderman headcanon

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Day 3

I'm reading the cmi for first time AND OMG gurl I'm loving this jjk ffs so much like wow who thought I could stumble upon some good shit on like this

I'm done till cmi~light ✨✨✨✨ seriously 3 damn days it took just to be here

SWEAR these two dorkes like hell they are such idiots and clowns in love how they are not obvious to eachother but to whole world I'm sure even if stranger sits with them for moment they wouldn't able to tell...

The way (yn/oc) tells jk how he also treats her so good in (cmi light) like gurl 🐥👊🏻 what in hell you were expecting!??? A LOVE CONFESSION not in hell baby he is doing he is DUMBASS I cracked up so bad on his bant ass reply like "yea I treat Every women same as you" you ain't no special girl mf 🤭🤭 fuck man i felt second hand embarrassment for BOTH THEM because first of all why our gurl asking those dumb questions when WE know we gonna get dumber answers for that.... jezz that boy WHY HE IS SUCH idiot tell me he gets better on because no way our oc is falling in love with his super idiots ass (besides those delicious moves and sure that 🦴🔫 are very rare can't blam her) but still WHY HE thinks he not good or enough for oc or what's with so much not so required insecurities and looks like boy's all smartness 😒is in his peepee and hands only and god's be good not again those dumb secret why can't he be more open.

The scene in cmi-light gurl where jk appears from nowhere reminds of some old romance movie sitting of where this fl is all sadden up in her own misery sitting outside and suddenly another moment she try to move on and gets up but sees there the ml is all snuggled up in the sunset all the sun light covering him and all she could see is his outline and there he is waiting for her it was so good that it's making jump and paint like I wanna do sketching or water painting of that scene

Anyways I will let you know if I ever able to create one but seriously I WANT THAT SCENE HAPPENING REAL LIFE 😭😭 maybe to us or someone anyways bye

lesson to be learn never to be so desperate kids

🦴🔫 anon

lmfaoooo omg yeah, the story is kind of an idiots to lovers and a bit of a slow burn thing 😭 not sure how to react to the jk slander and the multiple mentions of the word 'idiot' lmfaooo i created the guy in a way that even i fell in love hard 🤣 you'll know why he's not so open!! he's been through a crap ton that makes it not so easy for him to speak his mind and "act" secretive, which is ofc frustrating for both, but also valid since they haven't been in this thing together long enough for him to reveal such bad trauma. be patient!! 😋

i'm happy you've been reading!! lights is somehow the chapter where most people drop by and leave a couple kind words hehe still one of my favs, too!! i hope you enjoy the rest (and them being idiots bc it's far from being overrr 😂) and thank you for going through my beloved magnum opus!!! you described the scene in lights so beautifully, too, bc yeah oc really did breathe that sigh of relief :') if you ever paint anything like that, i'd love to see it :) hope to hear from you again soon 🤍

#but also i think he just meant he's respectful to everyone haha 😭 which is a quality oc actually appreciates #we all want kind partners who are good to the people around them <3 #notes for rid 🌹#🦴🔫 anon #fic: colour me in

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You know one platonic relationship i dont consider much often is saeran and Vanderwood. But i think it could work and be beneficial for saeran, id imagine if vanderwood decided to stick around he'd look out for saeran in the same way he does for saeyoung. And none of the saerans really have to worry about feeling like a bad person in comparison bc vanderwood has done just as much if not more. They could really get into some conversations about feeling complicated about what they've done without the tension the rest of the rfa and saeyoung might bring. Its nice to have someone other than saeyoung to talk to, someone just a bit older with more experience.

Of course! There's always something beneficial in having a friend in your life who can guide you when you've got no experience otherwise for something. In the context of Saeran's Good Ending, Vanderwood could make a tight bond with the RFA if he wanted to do so. I'm sure he'd be closer with the twins. Vanderwood is like an older sibling who is tired of your crap when it comes to Saeyoung. With Saeran, we can assume it's more of a dynamic like "wow, you're nothing like your twin at all, what a relief."

Once everyone is able to get past what Vanderwood had to do to be able to defeat the agency, things will smooth over with time. It wasn't the best idea, but you can't play fair with an agency that's got a gun to your head every step of the way. Saeran wouldn't mind speaking to Vanderwood now and again. He knows that he looked after Saeyoung for years... and Saeran feels grateful that his brother had someone in his life that helped him stay alive despite the odds, even if everything in the agency was cutthroat and Vanderwood can argue that he only took care of Saeyoung to save his own skin.

Vanderwood is a solid friend once you get under his skin. He may not admit it, but it's far too easy for him to go soft on people. It's a trait he isn't proud of since those natures get killed readily... but hey, being a softie for a brat dismantled the agency and gave him a real chance to go back home to his family who he clearly cared about after all that time away from them. What hasn't Vanderwood seen in his years in the agency? Nothing passes this guy.

So, yeah, for Saeran, we could say that Vanderwood could be a good place to turn to if he ever needs someone to talk to about... well, the things he did in Mint Eye. He might be working to make peace with his actions but those feelings of guilt don't just go away overnight, it lingers no matter how much work you do on yourself. It's the name of the game. Vanderwood doesn't judge. He's done and said worse for the name of their job. Why would he say something to judge Saeran for anything?

Saeran wouldn't feel comfortable talking to the RFA about the things he did in Mint Eye. Jumin said it was forgiven and forgotten on Night 10 since Saeran was willing to work with them to save Saeyoung, but we know how Saeran is. He wants to own up to what he's done, make things right, apologize, and do better in the future. That means he wants to be honest about his misdeeds. Even if they've forgiven him, it doesn't mean he's forgiven himself. So, who better to talk to about that than Vanderwood?

Vanderwood doesn't mince words. He won't lie to you. He'll tell you like it is and somehow, it's helpful. Maybe what Saeran needs for this is someone to tell him the honest truth without sugarcoating things.

#8 bit space #ask #mod kait #vanderwood #ge saeran #saeran choi #choi saeran #character analysis

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asukaskerian · 2 years

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Wait so in the one shot abo does Hashirama get a letter about the Uchiha killing senju that attacked them and hostage of Tobirama just for months later getting a letter from Madara saying he’s marrying him and then even later finding out Tobirama and Madara already have a kid together? Bc one hand in reality that’s so stressful but as a reader it’s also very funny even if I hope Hashirama has mito and Touka to talk about it with lmao

probably madara wants good relations with his future brother in law, so he sends the official "we got attacked unjustly and killed the attackers and took your brother hostage, so there!" and then sneaks him a more complete report with a letter from tobirama (yes he's being treated well yes this is part of madara's scheme to eventually make peace and he's not super sure it'll work but he'll stay put for a while to see how it progresses and he's ok etc. then he probably does give the "real" report of what happened, which is that people from the anti hashirama faction went to kill madara's baby and tobi, of course, loving babies and wanting to support hashirama, intervened and madara understands that this didn't reflect on the senju as a whole but only part of it, but madara can't admit how he knows that because it'll make tobirama look like a traitor if people think he goes around telling their enemies everything about the senju's internal issues.)

(madara of course reads that letter before allowing tobi to send it but apart from ranting that it WILL work he allows the disrespect of criticizing his great idea and doesn't censor it XD)

hashirama is very stressed out. but also, he knows his brother, so this "i went and got myself involved because 1. i didn't trust madara to protect his own child and 2. i trust and respect your great plan so much, brother". it sounds... doubtful to him. like, if that were the case he'd have taken the time to go to hashirama and ask him what he wanted to do and THEN ONLY he would have maybe said "ok give me a squad loyal to you and i'll go and fix it". that's the regular way to handle war issues that are NOT super deeply personal and make you irrational!

also all of tobi's armor is still in his bedroom so wtf.

so he goes to touka and mito and they all three of them wtf and worry for a while. but letters keep coming, about reparations for that unfair attack, and non-agression agreements in certain areas (everybody ends up liking that they can all go to the market in Middle Town without getting into a fight every time), and tobirama doesn't say very much in his letters but sometimes he'll mention a new kimono madara got him because all he had was the clothes on his back and hand-me-downs from izuna, which are too short and generally suck, oh and madara's heir gave him a flower yesterday --

he's allowed to hang out with madara's heir!! gasp. madara really must trust him, what happened?! but this is a big relief to hashirama that his brother wasn't locked away and only sees a jailer twice a day or whatever.

like a week before madara finally makes his marriage request, tobirama sends his brother a super secret portrait of the uchiha ruling family he did, with tsurugi's white hair lock front and center and her chin up and eyes all narrowed in doubt.

hashirama: oh how nice. i guess the analysts will want to look at --

touka: *CHOKES* oh my fucking god this is a kawarama face under itama hair.

she's older! she remembers them so young better than hashi does. but once she has pointed it out. how the fuck. how the fuck?????

mito: :X so uh how old is that kid again

anyway it's CHAOS in the family for like a week and then the marriage offer comes which is chaos again for a brand new reason.

but also hashirama cries a lot because his little niece is alive and not stillborn after all and he could never feel like he'd managed to reach tobirama in his grief so he's very relieved in some way. like, very D: that he wasn't told what really happened but also very relieved that tobi gets to hang out with the daughter he had to give up after all.

also, niece. aaaa. ;__;

... he's very confused as to whether tobi and madara DID have a secret love affair that tobi sacrificed for love of his clan. because tobi having a random one night stand with madara doesn't really make sense but tobi falling in love with The Uchiha and letting that advance to having enough sex to get pregnant when his fertility is so bad doesn't make sense either. mito has to remind him that he probably doesn't want the gory details yet.

#ABO quest

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