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theharddeck · 2 years

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out of the blue, clear sky (chapter one) // Jake Seresin x Reader

Pairing: hangman x fem!reader (no y/n)

Synopsis: what's a bit of state rivalry between pilots? You and Hangman see each other in a new light after a late night at a dive bar, and this started as a one shot, then suddenly it was 2k words of country karaoke, and now I want to write a fluffy love story

Warnings: 18+, minors please DNI -- this is a 5 chapter deal and this one is pretty PG, but it'll ratchet up to E in a later chapter, and I don't want to mislead anyone. In the interim, there's swearing, but yeah mostly flagging this because something smutty this way comes

Length: 3.2k

A/N: This is self-indulgent to the max, and payoff is late in coming, but I hope y’all enjoy it lol. I regret to inform you that Sold (The Grundy Country Auction Incident) is required listening before reading; it’s just important to note that it’s a fun/funny song, not a sultry one. Jake’s song is “Carried Away” by George Strait, also a delight, but that one is sweet.

tagging the usuals: @peakyrogers@winterrebel04 @blue-aconite and the folks who convinced me to post: @bioodforbiood @et-homephone

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Should you have been out this late, the night before you had drills in this morning? No.

Should you be taking anything anyone said at this hour seriously? No.

Were you all still going to be defensive when Bradley decided to be coastal elitist about something? Absolutely, yes.

“Man, we were having such a good night,” Fanboy muttered, as you, Bob, and Hangman were immediately up in arms.

“You can just say you don’t like when women have feelings, Bradford,” you said. (A grossly reductive accusation, to be sure, but if Rooster was going to generalize, you weren’t going to take the high road.)

Coyote snorted, taking another pull of his beer as Phoenix came back to the table, kicking her feet up on Bob’s lap.

“God, that felt good,” she sighed, holding out a hand and waiting for someone to put a drink into it. “Who’s next?”

“Presumably Hangman,” Bob said, handing her a glass, “to redeem the genre of country music.”

“Nah, I don’t sing,” Jake waved a hand airily, and you knew better than to look at him, but you did anyways.

Normally, you were sober enough to ignore any sorts of feelings that fluttered, unprovoked, in your stomach when you looked at Jake Seresin. He was a pilot like you, you were in the same detachment, it wasn’t going to be something you acted on, you were far from his type anyways…you had a million little rationalizations as to why a crush was impractical, but it persisted nonetheless.

Crushes were inconvenient like that.

This deep into the night, “normally” did not apply.

So you looked at him, sternly reminding yourself to not do anything so dramatic as let your breath catch, or pulse leap.

He didn’t seem nearly as deep in his cups as the rest of the group.

No, of course, he and Phoenix seemed to be the only ones whose eyes were still clear and faces weren’t flushed. In fact, he had the audacity to look as unfairly attractive as he did in the daytime in his uniform, even though you’d all been awake for close to twenty hours now. His blonde hair was mussed, and looked softer than normal, like he’d carded his fingers through it enough that any styling products had relinquished their hold, and it was a damn good look.

You frowned down at your drink, the deep umber liquid not seeming any lower, though you’d been nursing it for half an hour.

“It’s okay,” you said, to distract yourself, more than anything. “Texas doesn’t really count as Country, anyways.”

Mickey tittered, and you felt Jake’s eyes on you, but didn’t trust yourself to look up to meet them.

“Damn straight,” Jake huffed. “Texas was actually–”

“Its own country,” Reuben interrupted, longsuffering.

“For seven whole years,” Bradley continued, “an independent nation all of their own, called…”

“The Republic of Texas,” Javy lifted his glass. “And they were called Texians, actually, not Texans.”

The three of them clinked their glasses together in a cheers, and Jake held up his hands.

“Okay, okay,” he shrugged, nonplussed. “So, I’ve got a lot of state pride, sue me.”

“That’s okay,” Phoenix said, before winking almost imperceptibly at you. “Not like there’s any good country artists from Texas.”

Jake froze. “Okay, now, hang on–”

“Ah, you’re right,” you sighed, grateful for distraction of goading Hangman into singing. “Beyonce took all the musical talent, regardless of genre, and there’s no one left.”

Jake set his bottle down on the table. “That’s bold, coming from someone from Kentucky.”

“I can’t hear you over the sound of Kentucky-born legend Loretta Lynn,” you said calmly.

Jake sputtered. “Loretta–”

“Patty Loveless, too,” Bob said helpfully, and you didn’t know how he knew that, but you were grateful for the WSO’s encyclopedic memory. “And Chris Stapleton, if modern’s your thing.”

Jake gaped at the two of you, then held up a hand to count on his fingers. “Willie Nelson, Garth Brooks, George Strait–”

“Who?” you interrupted, innocently. Your dad had a George Strait cassette he’d played until the tape wore out, but Jake’s eyes widened almost comically.

“Please,” he asked, in the most serious tone you’d heard from him all night, “please, tell me you’re joking.”

Behind him, Reuben had a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh, and you managed to keep your expression wide-eyed and blank, shrugging lightly.

Jake stared at you for a long moment, then he stood up, sharply.

“Cretins,” Jake declared, pointing at you, then around at the group. “All of you!”

And he huffed his way up to the stage.

Phoenix leaned back in her chair to hold out her hand to you, palm up, which you high fived unashamedly as Jake aggressively flipped through the song book.

He punched a code into the machine on the edge of the stage, then dragged a stool to the middle of the stage.

“Evening, everyone,” he said into a mic, and you rolled your eyes as every female spine in the bar straightened, looking towards the stage. It wasn’t lost on you that he’d turned his accent up, as well as donning an air of “aw, shucks,” humility as he settled onto the barstool.

A couple cat calls echoed around the bar, as contemplative guitar strings plucked over the sound system.

“Notttt what I was expecting,” Coyote said under his breath, and Hangman cleared his throat before he started singing.

“I don’t take my whisky to extremes,” Jake sang, looking pointedly at the group of you, with the near empty bottle on the table, and Rooster flipped him off. “I don’t believe in chasing crazy dreams…”

As his voice ran around the bar, tables fell quiet, turning back to the stage. Hangman’s voice, normally more callous than decadent, seemed softer, and the simple lyrics of the song rang like a promise.

“My feet are planted firmly on the ground,” Jake crooned, and that really was the only word for it, an effortless spell none of you had been expecting, “but darlin’, when you come around…”

“Well shit,” Fanboy muttered to the group as Jake went all-in on the chorus, “how are we supposed to make fun of him when he’s actually good?”

Shit indeed.

Because he sounded like someone sweet who would promise forever to a girl on the way back from a Friday Night football game, someone who'd give you their jacket and get you home by 9pm. Some sound tech was conspiring against you, because they dimmed the lights in the bar, a soft spotlight falling onto Jake. And he should’ve looked worse like that, in the dramatic lighting, but it made his jaw seem sharper, his eyes brighter, and if you listened closely, you could hear the sound of every woman in this bar falling a little in love.

They cheered when he finished the chorus, and Hangman was eating it up, wiping his palms on his jeans, and pushing to his feet.

“This has backfired,” Phoenix mumbled, when Jake hopped off the stage, weaving his way through the tables, starting on the next verse.

“We have created a monster,” you agreed.

“No ‘we’ about it,” Javy muttered. “This is all you guys.”

And you supposed it was.

Jake was making his way over to your table, and you steeled yourself for his arrogance, but were still unprepared.

He smirked as he siddled over to Phoenix, and she rolled her eyes but when he held out a hand, she extended hers, and the rest of the audience squealed when he brushed a kiss over the edges of her knuckles.

You winced internally, why did he have to be so handsome?? He got away with stuff like this, and you couldn’t even be mad at him–

He turned to you.

It had to be the whisky, that’s why you felt the weight of his eyes so heavily. The green of them glittered in the spotlight, and a part of you was loyally muttering “asshole” but another part of you felt like giggling with the rest of the bar.

And then he walked towards you.

“I get carried away by the look, by the light in your eyes,” he sang, holding eye contact in a way that had to be indecent. You needed to look away so you could remember how to breathe, but you couldn’t back down, so you tilted your head and raised an eyebrow at him, unimpressed.

Which, of course, he took as a challenge.

“Before I even realize the ride I’m on, baby, I’m long gone,” Jake sang, stepping closer.

He reached for your hand, and if Phoenix could do it, you could too–but he didn’t kiss your hand. No, he lifted it, prompting you to stand and spinning you, like prom. The spotlight had followed him, and you felt it brightening the air around you as he pulled you into it.

“I get carried away, nothing matters, but being with you,” he sang, and instead of letting you wilt back into your seat and out of the light, he dropped your hand around the back of his neck, between the ends of his hair and the top of his shirt, eyes smirking with the challenge, as he continued. “Like a feather flying high up in the sky, on a windy day, I get carried away.”

There was more of the song, you knew that.

But in another, very real sense, you were closer to Hangman than you ever remembered being, close enough to notice his green eyes had flecks of gold in them, and that he had the smallest indentations in the skin along the edges of his eyes, from where his face held the memory of past smiles. And now you knew what his hair felt like between your fingers, and that it wasn’t cologne, he just smelled good.

“I get carried away,” Jake repeated, stepping just a step closer to you, and maybe it made you a coward, but you took a step back. He smirked, victorious, and turned, letting your hand fall back to your side as the spotlight followed him back up to the stage.

Mickey opened his mouth and you glared at him. “Not a word, Fanboy.”

He closed his mouth with a snap, but the rest of the group looked entirely too amused for your comfort.

“Thank you, ladies and gents,” Jake was saying on the stage, dropping into a deep bow and putting the microphone back. “And, uh, Kentucky?”

You looked up at the stage, annoyed to find Jake’s eyes already on you, even through the glare of the spotlight.

“Would love,” he grinned, all teeth, “to see you top that.”

You heard Rooster chuckle, and that, more than anything, had you pushing out of your chair up to the stage.

Jake offered you a hand as you got closer, to help you up the steps and you glowered at him as you took it.

“Thanks, darlin’,” you muttered.

“Anytime, sugar,” he shot back, and you hated that his voice sounded way more unaffected than yours.

You were flipping through the songbook before you realized how impossible this was about to be.

Natasha had already trotted out the ‘fuck all men’ Carrie Underwood play, and Jake had taken the soft and sweet option; you had to do something different. Something in the ‘Chicken Fried’ vein would be funny, but it would also prove Bradley's point; Gretchen Wilson would do the trick, but she wasn’t from Kentucky…

Your eyes fell on a John Michael Montgomery song and you smiled to yourself.

Perfect.

“Hiya, folks,” you said cheerily, going for cutesy rather than borrowing Jake’s bashful routine. A couple girls were glaring at you, having seen Jake serenade you and misinterpreting that familiarity, but you ignored them.

“You’ve got this, babe!” Phoenix called, and you heard Payback and Fanboy clapping loudly.

You gave them a mock curtsy, and waited for the song to pick up.

And boy howdy, did it.

A banjo, loud and proud, curled through the bar and Bob’s eyes lit up, even as Jake’s jaw dropped.

If you could land this, it would be epic.

You heard recognition ripple through the room and someone in the front row started clapping along to the beat. You smiled at them gratefully as the fast tempo whirled around you.

“Well, I went down to the Grundy county auction,” you sang, at an auctioneer’s pace, hopping off the stage and wandering through the crowd like Jake had, “where I saw something I just had to have.”

You’d upped your accent too, and it wasn’t smooth the way Jake’s was, but you knew it didn’t sound half bad in the tenor key.

“My mind told me I should proceed with caution,” you sang, getting closer to your table, and holding out a hand to Natasha, like Jake had, “but my heart said go ahead and place a bid on that.”

She stood, highly amused, and you twirled her into you so her back was pressed against the front of your body. Her hand slid up your legs as she put on a show, loyal like you knew she would be, and you could focus on the rapid fire lyrics as the bar cheered for Nat’s dancing skills.

"And I said, “Hey pretty lady, won't you give me a sign? I'd give anything to make you mine o' mine; I'll do your biddin' and be at your beck and call."

Natasha was laughing, you could feel her upper body shaking but she rolled her hips and you went with her and was Coyote miming throwing money at the two of you, so you leaned into it.

You finished the chorus in a rush, people whooped, the sultry mood Jake had said absolutely decimated by the ridiculous patter.

You spun Phoenix back out and she sank gracefully back into a seat as you walked around the group of your friends, their boots stomping supportively. As you sang the next verse, you avoided looking at Jake, knowing you needed to keep your momentum and circling back to kneel in front of Bob dramatically.

The sweet WSO blushed at the attention, and the bar whooped when you crooked a finger under his chin to tilt his face up to you, before pointing out his ‘ruby red lips, blonde hair, blue eyes’ that matched the line in chorus.

“If you know it, sing along,” you yelled into the mic before pointing it to the ceiling as you weaved your way back to the stage, relieved beyond belief when the rest of the inebriated crowd joined you in singing the last chorus.

It was a mercy, because you needed to breathe.

You stepped back up onto the stage, having caught your breath, and ending the song on a yodel that had everyone laughing. Were they in love with you—no. But they seemed entertained, and you’d take that; you bowed deeply as the bar cheered, blowing a smug kiss at Hangman when you came back up.

Which was a mistake.

Because the look on his face was something you hadn’t expected to see, an expression that wavered between respect and something you didn’t recognize, and you weren’t prepared to find out. A moment later, it was gone, chased away by a dimpled smile and the tipping of an imaginary hat as Jake broke his gaze away from you.

What the hell was that?

You fiddled with the mic, stepping down off the stage and nodding to a couple folks who lifted their drinks as you made your way back to the group. They cheered for you good naturedly, and gave another curtsy as you found your seat.

“Who knew she had pipes?” Payback teased, uncapping a fresh beer and passing it to you.

“Anything for the virtue of the Bluegrass state,” you demured, taking the beer gratefully.

Someone from another group was up on the stage, you heard a phone ring distantly, and the normal din of the bar creeped back in as the adrenaline seeped out of your system.

You were sure you were all going to regret this, in the morning.

Well, most of you.

Natasha still looked fine and Jake…

Jake wasn’t at the table.

You frowned slightly, trying to keep your expression neutral as you leaned forward in your seat, looking around the room to find the Texan. He wasn’t in your row, he wasn’t at the bar getting an order…

Your eyes found him by the bar’s entrance, holding his phone to his head with one hand, the other blocking his ear. He was pacing, and when he turned back towards the group of you, his forehead was wrinkled in an uncharacteristic frown.

His eyes met yours.

For the second time tonight, you read something in his face that you knew you hadn’t been meant to see.

Jake’s jaw tightened and he turned away, pacing again. When he got closer to the door, he reached for it, but a moment later, his hand was back by his ear, blocking out sound as he listened intently. You saw him start for the door again, but each time needed to pull back to listen more closely to whoever was on the other end of the line.

You didn’t plan to head towards him, but your feet had you halfway across the bar before you realized you weren’t in your row. As you got closer, you could feel the tension radiating off of him in waves, even if you couldn’t hear what he was saying.

When you opened the door for him, Jake’s gaze felt searching.

You held the heavy door, pressing yourself against the wall of the bar so Jake could go by. As he edged by you, his eyes flitted back to yours briefly.

“Thank you,” he mouthed, and he waited for your chin to dip in a nod of acknowledgement before he was turning, jogging towards his truck. You watched him struggle with his keys in the dim parking lot light, and then pinch the bridge of his nose as he realized he couldn’t drive, not like this. He turned towards the intersection, waving as a cab came into view.

“What was that about?”

You jumped at the question, surprised to find Bob standing next to you.

“I don’t know,” you said, uncertainly. A cab pulled up to the curb and Jake folded his long body into it, the phone still pressed to his ear.

You realized Bob was holding the door for you, having quietly leaned up against it to take some of the weight so you didn’t have to.

“We should probably head back, right?” you asked, and Bob nodded, slowly.

“Early morning, all that,” he agreed.

You drew in a quick breath, before smiling automatically, following Bob back inside. As you gathered your things, closed at your portion of the tab, and fielded compliments from strangers, you weren’t certain if it was the night air or the expression on Hangman’s face as he’d left so quickly that had you feeling suddenly sober.

Chapter Two

#jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin #hangman x reader #hangman x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #as always my tag list is v small so if you want to be on/off it lmk #how are we feeling about a chapter fic??? never posted on here instead of ao3 #so that's nervewracking #ahhhh pls tell me if you like it haha #misskielwrites

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Friendship prompt anon here! By Cowboy children I just meant Los Vaqueros lol, since you mentioned in another hcs post that new recruits are actually terrified of Rudy XD

Love what you’re doing, lots of love!

I am so sorry, I suffer from clinical brain rot (autism and being dense), I swear! I did think it was just a little odd that you called them cowboy children but I was trying not to judge, lol ^-^ Anyway, of course I can do that, Anon.

Okay, so what I meant by recruits being terrified is because Rodolfo's punishments aren't like extra drills or push ups or the usual stuff. His are making you write 10k word essays and book reports for arguably the most boring literature.

Alejandro just does basic shit because he never has the capacity to be creative since he’s usually fairly busy (plus he lowkey feels kind of bad)

Worst punishment Rodolfo has ever given was for a recruit being sexist and he made him fill an entire notebook, front to back, with the same line over and over

Also, new recruits severely underestimate just how bad that is to do until they have to do it.

Both Rodolfo and Alejandro have kind of just stopped attaching themselves to the recruits until they finish BCT and even there, it’s still a toss up if the cartel will get to them or not so they’ve both learned to keep their distance. However, they are both pretty close to the ones that end up staying.

Alejandro is super lenient when it comes to family issues because of the cartel because he’s been there, and all in all, he believes it makes them fight harder to change things.

All in all, Alejandro is respected, but not really feared.

It’s kind of accepted by everyone that you go to Rodolfo first for serious matters, because he gets shit done

Alejandro is for everything else

Rodolfo is sympathetic but still doesn’t let much fly, even with Trainers, so he’s frequently asked to be there during teamwork drills

He’s not really intimidating but the trainers seem just a little apprehensive about him, so most recruits do eventually catch on

Alejandro and Rodolfo break rules. A lot. Because, however, they’re the only ones working on a huge problem that was arguably preventable, and don’t complain much about it, they’re kind of just left alone. It’s one reason why the bond between everyone at the base is so deep. Alejandro will cover your back as long as you’re loyal.

Of course, this freedom does mean that they rarely receive actual help when they need it.

Oh, that’s Alejandro’s main rule: do not make me do extra paperwork or you’re running extra drills.

Rodolfo does half the paperwork, anyway, so he doesn’t know why Alejandro whines so much about it.

#Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #los vaqueros #queue pun idk

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swtki · 3 years

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 3 years

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (7)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(I know y’all are getting tired of waiting for Techno to arrive, so am I! But I have no solid control over the story plot lol but I swear it’ll happen soon!! And y’all know the drill! Reblogs and comments keep this story going. So if you want a chapter 8 then please show this chapter some love! <3)

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(FORGOT TO MENTION ART!

The amazing 'YeetUsFeTUSDelETusss' on DA was so cool and drew two pictures to bless our eyes!!)

READER HERSELF!

READER PROTECTING HER BOYS!

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Only Tubbo showed up the next day, and he said he sadly couldn’t stay for long because him and Tommy were needed back at L’manburg for a while. Meaning him and Tommy wouldn’t be able to visit for a bit, but they’d try to visit as soon as possible! Hearing they’d not come see you for who knows how long made you pretty sad. You honestly looked forward to when they’d visit. It was honestly the highlight of your day. But you knew whatever nonsense was going on in L’manburg currently would need their attention. Though you wondered what exactly was going on. You recalled a decent amount of the ‘history’ of the Dream SMP but you knew you could be misremembering or even mixing things up. But you did remember the big things that happened. Like the wars and stuff. So needless to say you were concerned.

‘What point in history am I in right now? Whenever it is, L’manburg is apparently still standing,’ you thought pensively before asking Tubbo what was going on that they’d need to stay in L’manburg.

Tubbo sighed and said it was ‘just some drama’ but apparently their, meaning his and Tommy’s, older brother figure Wilbur had been president of L’manburg for the entirety of the time L’manburg had existed. But some new citizens who joined them found out he’d not been properly elected and didn’t think it was fair to everyone that Wilbur had basically just made himself president without any input from everyone else. Which you could see was not right but this information told you that you were in the pre-election time. Which meant Schlatt and Quackity hadn’t won yet… But that hinged on this universe even being the same one that you’d watched on youtube. Things could be different here for all you knew. You’d always believed in the multiverse theory so who was to know WHICH universe this was. Or how you even got here. All you could do really was to just… wait and watch.

A couple hours passed during the short visit and towards the end Tubbo showed you how to message others, ie; him and Tommy mostly. You’d known how to message others and put in commands and stuff in regular minecraft but you’d just sort of never thought to try those things here in this place. Though to be fair you’d been dealing with a lot of stuff so fiddling with your inventory and everything hadn’t been your top priority. And when he’d mentioned messaging him your first thought had been ‘how?’, because this was a ‘real life’ minecraft, where things were very similar but not always exactly like how it was in the real game. The biggest difference being that there was no computer keyboard or ‘screen’ for the type/chat option to be at the bottom of like in the game.

But to your surprise the place to type in a message was actually IN your inventory. More specifically it was at the very bottom of the main section right below where your items were stored in the hot bar. You’d never paid the long ultra thin box at the bottom any mind, assuming it was just part of the weird design. But no, Tubbo showed you with his inventory how if you tap on the thin box (that you’d honestly thought was just a line) it expands into a typing window! Your eyes widened at that and watched as he tapped the typing box again and a little keyboard appeared below the typing box and he started typing something into it. You squinted and he said to message someone you needed to be sure to type ‘/msg’ and then whoever’s name you’d like to send the message to!

He demonstrated this by typing out the first part then right after it typing your ‘name’; aka Reader. Briefly you wondered why it had been made that but you brushed that thought away to focus on what Tubbo was doing. You saw him type ‘hi reader!!’ before hitting Enter. Then a second later you heard a soft ‘ping!’ sound and you just KNEW your inventory was waiting to be pulled up. Like knew in an instinctual sense. Like how you knew to blink or how to walk. Just an instinct you couldn’t explain so you brought it up and there at the bottom the ‘line’ was flashing a pale red. So you did what Tubbo had done and tapped it, revealing the little typing box. Only this time it had a message in it! It said, ‘Tubbo whispers to you: hi reader!!’ and you smile. Excited now you type out a message to him and hit send. He got it and laughed after he read it.

‘Reader whispered to you: hello my little goat boy!! :)’

After that he blinked when more messages popped onto his text box. These were from Tommy and Wilbur it looked like. With a sigh he checked his clock and dismissed his chat box before saying he was sorry but he had to get going. He’d actually stayed longer than he was supposed to. You were sad to see him go but knew he’d be back, and hey, now you could message him and Tommy to make sure they got back to L’manburg safe instead of just wondering like before. So you told him to be careful on his way back and to message you that he was safe home when he arrived, and also if he needed any help. He laughed and cheekily said he would but gave a shy smile when you pulled him into a hug and gently knocked your antlers with his horns, but he happily returned it. Not so secretly enjoying the affection. But he had to pull back and leave.

That left you to your own devices.

-0-

With nothing better to do you initially spent the next three days building a couple fountains in the village (which was getting pretty big..). One tiny frog shaped one in the little grotto at the west side of the village and a much larger more traditional one in the opposite side of the village. You’d even set up park benches, flower plots, lamp posts, and stone sidewalk around the bigger one. It was very pretty and the villagers seemed to be enjoying it. But after that was done you’d sorta gotten bored. You weren’t really inspired to do anything else to the village so you thought of ways to occupy yourself. Eventually a metaphorical lightbulb flickered to life above your head and you got an idea.

You could go to the Nether!

Sure you weren’t the biggest fan of the place but it beat sitting around twiddling your thumbs waiting for a reply from your only two friends like some loser. And hey, you liked giving piglins gold. They made cute little piggy snorts when they were happy. So with that loose plan in mind you got up from where you’d been lounging by the creek and brushed yourself off before heading out to the place outside the bamboo and prickle berry wall you’d placed the first Nether portal. You crafted one real quick before tensing up when you heard the sound of rustling behind you. Assuming it was a creeper or something you glanced back, not that it would hurt you but you still found it unsettling for anything to be sneaking up behind you. You caught a brief glimpse of something small and white disappearing into a cluster of ferns. You paused, wondering what it was but then about a block to the left of the ferns a chicken and her chick walked out from around a tree. ‘Oh, must have just been a baby chicken’, you thought with a mental shrug before turning back to your task of lighting the portal with your flint and steel.

Once activated you stepped into the purple swirling mist and your vision warped before you ended up in the Nether again, stifling heat and all.

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You’d been exploring the Nether for what felt like hours. The place was goddamn enormous! You’d followed the same sand block trail from the last time you’d been here, seeing the piglins and a few striders along the way. And to your delight a familiar little piglin baby started following you. She (you think she’s a ‘she’, that’s the vibe you’re getting anyways) had to be the one you’d played with the last time you’d been in the Nether. You crouched down and patted her head and pulled a golden carrot from your inventory before gifting it to her. She squealed happily and munched on it. You kept walking along the sand path before reaching the fortress. That’s when you diverted your path to the right and started exploring that way, careful to keep laying down sand as you did. You thought the baby piglin had stayed back but after a while of walking you heard a soft snort and glanced down to the left of you to see her happily trotting along with you, still nibbling on the golden carrot.

You wanted to melt, she was such a cutie pie. You stopped and asked if she should be travelling so far away. Won’t her parents miss her? She blinks and seems to understand you before shaking her head ‘no’. You figure she must have some pretty lenient parents. But you suppose piglins are sturdier than humans so it makes sense they’d keep their kids on a looser leash than humans would. So you ask her where her parents are and if they’d be okay with her wandering off with you, a stranger. She tilts her head and shrugs. You purse your lips and ask if she can take you to her parents so you can ask if they’d be okay with it. This time she shakes his head no. So you ask her why and she seems to be thinking how to answer before she goes over to the closest block of sand and starts drawing in it. You look over her shoulder and see her drawing three hearts. Then your stomach sinks when you see her draw an ‘X’ over each heart, meaning one thing..

“Oh sweetie, did your parents lose all their lives?” you ask in a gentle tone.

The tiny piglin nodded and your heart broke for her. You asked some more questions and discovered she wasn’t really being taken care of by any one piglin. The other piglins knew her parents were gone so they’d sorta chip in to make sure she had food. But that was really it. This made you feel worse so you just sighed and patted her head and said she could join you while you explored the Nether. She snorted happily and you two continued on your way. Eventually after walking for a bit you came across a warped forest. You had to admit the biome was much prettier in person. The stark contrast between the Nether’s usual red color scheme and the teal of the warped forest was really beautiful. Even the weird little green/orange fungus that were growing everywhere were cute. You even picked a handful to keep, placing them in your inventory before continuing your little jaunt with the baby piglin.

That last thought made you mentally pause and realize that you couldn’t just keep calling this kid ‘baby piglin’. So you stopped walking and looked down before saying you forgot to introduce yourself. She could call you Reader (since that’s what your little name thing said..). Then you asked what her name was. She blinked before snorting a little, like she was clearing her throat, and said, “Azogamay.”

You smiled and said you liked her name, making her give a cute little tusked smile. Then as you continued exploring you both made small talk. Nothing deep (how deep could conversation get with a little kid) but you asked each other the usual questions. Like favorite foods, favorite colors, favorite animals, etc. Then Azo (you’d taken to shortening her name to make it easier) answered one of your questions with some gibberish that made you pause. You glanced down at her and gave a ‘huh?’ that made her giggle before apparently remembering you weren’t a piglin. She said she forgot and spoke Piglin. That made you raise your eyebrows because you’d never thought about other species in the game having their own language. But now that you were thinking about it, it totally made sense. Of course they would, duh. Now very curious you asked her to teach you a little! Like did she know how your name would be said in Piglin? Her answer surprised you…

“Eaderray!” she said in her quiet baby voice.

Now you two had entered a wide soul sand valley, which made Azo anxious. She hid behind your leg, making you recall that Piglins didn’t really spawn in this biome or like soul fire (which is super common here). You had to admit the place was rather creepy. It didn’t help that the soul sand beneath your feet was emitting a rather creepy whispery wail. So you decided to turn back and try another direction. Azo seemed relieved and trotted along behind you. But once you were walking again you remembered your last thought and had a vague feeling about this ‘piglin speak’ and wanted to hear more. So you asked Azo some other words, just to test this theory of yours. And well…

Skeleton? Eletonskay…

Blaze? Azeblay…

Strider? Iderstray…

Lava? Avalay...

Gold? ...Oldgay (that may have made you snicker).

But you got the idea and honestly you cannot be held accountable for your reaction after you realized Piglins honest to fucking god spoke PIG LATIN.

You lost it. You laughed so hard you doubled over and had to brace your hands on your knees to keep from collapsing onto the ground. Azo didn’t know what was so funny but your laughter was contagious and she ended up laughing too, intermixed with little snorts that made you laugh even harder. It was a whole cycle. And by the end of it you’d laughed so hard you started coughing and had to sit down to catch your breath. The giggles returned a couple times but eventually you got control over yourself enough to be able to breathe normally again. As you sat there, little Azo looking up at you in amusement, you couldn’t believe the absolute batshit nonsense that was happening in your life right now. But out of everything that had happened, you think finding out Piglins spoke pig latin had to be the funniest. Though you wanted to test your theory further so you said to Azo,

“Ellohay Azogamay, isyay isthay ightray?”

Azo’s eyes brightened and she perked up, looking close to bouncing from excitement as she realized you were speaking ‘Piglin’ to her. She started babbling at the speed of light, in a way that all excited toddlers seemed to be able to do. While it was cute enough to pull a chuckle from you the downside was that you could not understand a single word Azo said. You got her to slow down, telling her you didn’t speak Piglin fluently so she would have to go slow with you otherwise you’d be lost. She nodded, just happy that you could understand Piglin. So she slowed down a lot and chatted with you that way. And that’s pretty much how the rest of your time in the Nether went. You traversed through the hellish dimension and brushed up on your pig latin with the little piglin.

It has definitely been a LONG time since you’d even thought about the made up ‘language’. You’d had a friend in elementary school who had been Obsessed with it. It was all they spoke sometimes and they’d talked it up so much that it caught on with the rest of the class, yourself included, and soon everyone was using it to write notes to each other, like a secret language. You’d even speak to each other only in pig latin during recess and lunch breaks. You’d been fluent in it and didn’t even have to think before speaking. Though after a year it had lost its popularity and everyone slowly stopped using it since the fad was over. But you still remembered a good deal of it. Enough to speak it slowly anyways. But the more you used it the easier it was to speak it. It was like riding a bike you supposed, you never truly forgot it.

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Things were going fine until they weren’t. You’d stopped to have lunch in a crimson forest, more for Azo’s benefit than your own, and were sitting and eating for a while before Azo started playing with a baby hoglin. Which had been fine, you’d seen baby piglins and hoglins do that in the game before, no biggie. But they’d gotten rambunctious the way kids do when they’re playing together. And while chasing each other around Azo had smacked into one of the adult hoglins, which had pissed it off enough for it to snarl angrily and start chasing Azo. And Azo in turn began squealing in fear while running away. You’d dropped the steak you’d been idly munching on and sprinted after the two. Sadly the hoglin was closer to Azo than you and managed to get one good hit in with its tusks, the force behind it practically yeeting Azo up into the air. You yelled in horror as you watched the baby piglin fall down into a lava filled ravine.

Panic flooded your body, you knew zombie piglins were fireproof but regular piglins were not as far as you knew. Let alone baby piglins who just took a direct hit from a damn hoglin. So without thinking about it you dove into the ravine after Azo, catching her in your arms and fully planning to hold her up above the lava since it wouldn’t hurt you. Once she was in your arms you jerked back instinctively, not sure why, just maybe bracing for the impact with the lava. You waited but… nothing. About that second you realized that you weren’t moving anymore. You’d come to a halt and at first you wondered if maybe you’d landed on a block and not noticed. But… one glance down revealed you were not in fact standing on a block. Actually you weren’t standing on anything. You were hovering about 3 or 4 blocks above the bubbling lava at the bottom of the ravine. You were so stunned that you almost missed the sniffling snorts that started up next to your face but thankfully they broke you out of your shocked state. You looked at Azo and your heart broke when you saw her tearing up and looking close to crying. Forgetting momentarily about whatever the fuck was going on with you floating you focused on soothing her.

“Aw sweetie, are you okay? You took a hit from that hoglin, where does it hurt?” you cooed.

She was babbling mostly, being too upset to try to speak English. And understanding crying pig latin was almost impossible. So you just asked her to point where it hurt. She reached for her back and side and you softly told her you were going to lift her shirt a little bit to see if there was a mark, and she nodded shakily and sniffled while you did. You winced at the blooming bruise and adjusted her so you were basically cradling her and with your free hand you opened your inventory and started looking through the potions. You grabbed a healing potion and uncorked it before offering it to Azo, whose snout wrinkled at the potion. You told her it was alright, it was a healing potion that would make her feel better and get rid of those bruises for her. She looked unsure but still let you raise the mouth of the potion bottle to her lips so she could sip it. She took a few sips before hiccuping, potion swirls wafting off of her after she did. The baby piglin blinked and felt the pain in her back and side start to disappear.

You smiled and said that must feel better, Azo nodded and was happy she wasn’t hurting anymore. You let her take one more sip for good measure before putting the cork back into the bottle and stashing it in your inventory. But once that was done you were reminded of your current predicament. You were still floating in place above a ravine of lava.. With zero clue on how to move too. Briefly you internally panicked at the thought of just.. never being able to move again!! Being stuck fixed in one spot forever with no way to get down or live freely! Though before you could panic further you took a deep breath and told yourself to relax. This wasn’t permanent, it couldn’t be. There logically has to be a way for you to move. You got yourself stuck here and you’ll get yourself down as well.

And the last thing you wanted was to look scared with Azo here with you. She was just a little kid and needed the only adult around to be strong for her. So you put on a smile and reassured her that things will be okay and you’ll figure out how to get them both safe on land in no time. Azo nodded, looking less worried than before. So you started trying things you think would get you to move. You could move your limbs no problem. Proven by how you could move Azo around with your arms and kick your legs about without issue. But your body as a whole was still locked in place. Though when you leaned your upper body to the left you hit a breakthrough! Tilting your torso to the left managed to move your whole body to the left by about a block and a half! Now onto the right path you started leaning your torso this way and that, figuring out what movements actually got you moving and which ones didn’t. Figuring out how to move side to side and forwards and back was pretty easy. But it was figuring out up and down that was tricky.

At the moment going down was the last thing you were interested in, what with the lava beneath you. So you tried focusing on going up, and after a lot more wiggling about that you were sure made you look like an idiot to anyone who could be watching (Azo only giggled a little) you finally figured out that to go up you had to tense and stretch your torso a specific way. Like exactly how you would do if you were trying to reach something on the top shelf, only you didn’t have to move your arms or legs the same way, just your torso. Like how people straighten themselves to seem taller, not slouching at all. After getting that down you manage to go up and then over out of the ravine. Which was a relief and a half. Now that the threat of sinking into lava wasn’t a worry you instead fixated on getting down. Thanks to figuring out how to get up you had an easier time getting the hang of getting down.

Once your feet touched the ground the floating thing disappeared and gravity was restored to you, making you able to walk around normally again. You gave a small cheer, Azo snorting happily as you carried her back to your spot on one of the crimson mushroom tree tops. Once seated you let out a breath and felt your shoulders relax. You hadn’t even been aware they’d been so tense, but you guess it made sense what with how you just sorta had a weird physics related mishap. But now that you and little Azo were safe you felt like you could breathe again.

You took a golden apple out of your inventory and took a bite, the sweet juice soothing your metaphorical ruffled feathers. You noticed you mostly just eat for the taste now. Which was fine you guessed. When you glanced down you held the apple close to Azo’s face, asking in semi-good piglin if she wanted a bite, chuckling when she eagerly sunk her little teeth into the sweet fruity flesh of it. You gave her the rest and just watched the other Nether inhabitants mill about peacefully. Today had been a wild ride for sure. At least compared to your usual peaceful days. You leaned back against the lump of red fungus behind you, Azo cradled in your arms, and sighed calmly. You’d been ready to rest your eyes when you heard a soft ‘ping!’ that had you blinking back into focus. It was your communicator app thing. Thinking it was just Tubbo messaging you to say goodnight or something you casually opened the message. But when you did you raised an eyebrow at the note from your kid.

‘Tubbo whispers to you: the election is tomorrow afternoon, can you come?

‘Tubbo whispers to you: i’ve got a bad feeling.. i’m not trying to pull you into our mess’

‘Tubbo whispers to you: but idk i’d feel better if you were there.’

You had a bad feeling too… You hoped what you likely knew was going to happen DIDN’T happen but.. it probably was. So you sent back a quick reply to Tubbo.

‘You whisper to Tubbo: of course I will! you can show me around your home! :)

You tried to keep your reply upbeat and happy, not wanting to feed into the teenager’s worry. Even though you were probably more worried now that he was. But regardless.

It looked like you were visiting L’manburg.

#technoblade x reader #technoblade #c!techno #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt x reader #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!wilbur #piglin #piglin oc

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And then Joseph proceeds to actually properly learn healing hamon and uses it in the future to heal the stardust crusaders between episodes.

(Side note: he only actually learns properly once Caesar isn't there to help anymore.)

#actual posts lol this is not a drill i swear #joseph joestar #caesar zeppeli #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba fanart #fanart #caejose #caesar zeppeli x joseph joestar #joseph joestar x caesar zeppeli #battle tendency #jjba part 2 #hamon #joseph #jjba joseph #caesar #jjba caesar

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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Heyy. Could you repost the fic where reader announces She s pregnant but gets scared that Peter will reject her so she breaks up with him? (I had requested part 2 of the 2 parts if I'm not wrong.) You don't have to ofc! Love you 💙💙

yep, i’ll post part two too!

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warnings: lol pregnancy, slight angst, cursing (characters are all 18+)

wc: 2k

There was a fine line between a lot of things, but being pregnant and not being pregnant was not one of those things. In hindsight, maybe Midtown should have told the students which condom brands were least effective, or maybe even May or Pepper. And just by luck, Y/N happened to have skipped her birth control pills for two days in a row, the two days she spent entirely with Peter. And now, though she didn't know it was inevitable, she was facing consequences she thought would come much later in life, if at all.

What would her parents say? How would Peter even react? Would she keep it? Would Peter support her either way?

She didn't want to find out the answers to any of the questions flying through her mind. In all honesty, she didn't want to ask the questions at all. Instead, she sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the cabinets as she let tears slip in realization that this was going to change her life forever.

Wiping off a few last stray tears, she tucked the test into the back of the cabinet before getting up and leaving the bathroom, grabbing her purse and making her way to the front door.

"Y/N, honey? Are you alright?" Her mother asked right before she left. "You were in there an awful long time, hun."

"'m fine, mom, just thinking. I'll be back, probably gonna get more of my stuff."

Y/N was just in the middle of moving out and into her own apartment. She was corning her last year of college, and she figured it was best to slowly transition into her own life as an independent adult. As of right now, her apprenticeship wasn't the best she could get, so she was only moving into the Avengers tower with the rest of the team until she got the promotion her mentor promised her. Despite being an avenger, she didn't actually work for Tony or Bruce, and she didn't depend on them as much as Peter did. She was still close with all of them, though.

Walking through the double doors, she gave a small nod and smile to George, the man who stood on guard at the entrance of the tower. Making her way to the elevators, she pressed the button and debated on what she was going to say to Peter.

The living quarters of the tower were two main floors, but the central living center had the kitchen, so most Avengers stayed there until "curfew," as Tony had called it.

Making her way through the halls, she passed the kitchen, where Bucky, Sam, Steve, Wanda, and Natasha were located, talking and drinking what must've been one of Steve's old fashioned drinks.

"Hey, Y/N," they greeted her individually. In response, she only nodded, trying to get to Peter as fast as possible. Furrowed brows and wide eyes they were, shocked at how closed off she was being. It was only when she left the room that Wanda gasped, staring at the spot Y/N had just been on.

"What?" Nat said quickly, urgently. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Back in Peter's room, Y/N had just knocked, Peter granting her access and she stepped inside, clutching her purse close to her as her breathing quickened and her pulse increased.

"Hey, babe," Peter said, his back to her as he fiddled with something on the bookshelf.

"P- .. Peter, we need to talk."

At this, he spun around, glancing in her eyes to try and decipher what she was thinking and what she was about to say. What came next was not what he expected.

"Okay."

"We need to break up."

"W-what? Why? I though- I thought w-"

"We just need to break up- I'm breaking up with you," she rushed out.

"Baby, come on, let's talk about this. Tell me why. Did I do something? Did something happen? I can make it better, I can change- make things right, c'mon don't just-"

"Peter I'm breaking up with you," she said, her voice cracking as she finally allowed the tears to flood her eyes. Peter was full on crying as she turned around and left his room. Thirty seconds passed before he went sprinting out of the room after her.

Wanda and Natasha had called just about every Avenger into the compound's kitchen, and just in time to see Y/N leaving with tearful eyes and Peter chasing after her.

Wanda hadn't explained to anyone what she had read in Y/N's mind. Though they knew something was up, they weren't prepared to witness the action of the words (or thoughts).

"Y/N," Peter breathed out. "Y/N!" he said again, gripping her wrist to spin her around. "Why? Why the fuck would you just drop that? What happened to us?"

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, Parker."

"I'm not! I just want to know why the girl I'm in love with is leaving me so sudden! Don't you think I at least deserve to know why?"

A few more tears fell down her face before she exhaled. "I wish.. I wish I could tell you, Peter."

"Well why don't you?!"

"I- I can't."

"Did you stop loving me? Was that it? Did I do something?"

"I didn't stop loving you. I could never stop loving you-"

"Then why are you giving up on us?!" Peter exclaimed with defeat, both of his hands pulling at his hair before covering his face as he started crying again.

Y/N stepped forward, hesitantly about to reach out to console him before deciding against it and leaving altogether.

When she was gone, Wanda breathed loudly, Natasha doing the same.

"Peter.." Nat said, walking towards him slowly. "Are you... alright-?"

"She just- did it!" Peter whined out, abruptly cutting her off. Natasha rushed forward to catch him and he gripped her tight as he cried out to whichever god cursed him.

"We need to talk," Wanda whispered to Nat, before filing out and leaving the two alone.

***

"What the fuck was that about?" Sam exclaimed in the training room. The Avengers had resorted to the gym for some privacy, knowing neither Y/N nor Peter would come willingly unless they had scheduled training, which neither did.

"Seriously, though," Bucky replied. "They were doing so well, things were going so great-"

"Okay everyone just sit down!" Wanda exclaimed, pacing back and forth as Natasha stood next to her, rubbing her forehead in thought.

"Do you know why?" Steve asked after a moment.

When Wanda didn't vocalize her response, merely making guilty eye contact, the Avengers knew.

"Of course you know," Bruce said.

"Okay, what's this about?" Tony said, coming through the doors, a few minutes late.

"Y/N just broke up with Peter," Loki stated blandly.

"What the fuck?"

"I know, right?" Steve said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and sympathy for the pair.

"And.." Tony glanced back and forth between Nat and Wanda and the rest of the crew. "Wanda knows?"

"Mhmm," Nat hummed.

"Well, wouldn-"

"Y/N is pregnant," Wanda blurted out.

The silence that overcame the group was deafening. Pure shock and surprise were overwhelming emotions as the heroes struggled to wrap their minds around the realization, the truth.

"Holy fuck," Sam whispered.

"That's why.. she broke up with Pete?" Bucky said.

"Mhmm," Wanda hummed back quickly. "I could feel the anxiety she had. I think she let it get the best of her. She was still in shock, still panicking. I don't think she's known for long."

"We have to do-"

"No, we don't do anything. Nobody says a thing, nobody does a thing," Natasha informed strictly. "I swear to fuck if any of you do something I will come for you myself. Let Wanda and me handle this. You all don't know the start about female anatomy."

"Yes, ma'am," Bucky replied, the others nodding in agreement.

***

About a week later, Y/N was walking into the training room. She saw Steve, Natasha, Peter, Tony, and Bucky standing around talking about something, and as much as she wanted to avoid him, she also knew that she had to attend training.

"Hey, Y/N/N," Tony greeted. "I'm making some schedule changes."

"Okay.." she said after a moment, putting her bag on the bench as she glanced at his clipboard before making eye contact again.

"Pete, you're in for four days a week, each a two hour session. You'll spar with Steve for two sessions, five mile runs with Nat, power training with Bucky and Sam, you know the drill."

"Y/N," he started, flipping a page. "I'm.. cutting your sessions to thirty minutes each. Only twice a week."

"What the fuck, why, Tony?" She asked.

"Yeah, that seems unreasonable and unfair. She gets less time and I get more?" Peter joined.

"Well, I just want to be cautious with the baby on the way and all that," Tony said nonchalantly.

Time seemed to freeze as the group went dead silent, all except for Peter.

"Baby? What baby? What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked, glancing between Tony and Y/N. "Y/N? Ar- are you- are you pregnant?"

She closed her eyes and exhaled, her hands clammy and sweaty as they were balled into fists.

"I'-I'm..."

"Is that why you broke up with me?" he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as the realization hit him. "You thought you'd leave me before I had the chance to do that do you?"

"I can't do this right now," Y/N breathed, rushing out of the room. Peter ran after her, and Natasha punched Tony in the arm once they had left.

"Y/N, Y/N!" Peter exclaimed, catching up to her and spinning her around. "Is it true?"

She closed her eyes before nodding again. When she opened her lids, her eyes were glossy and red, "Yeah."

"Were you ever going to tell me?" he whispered, voice cracking.

"I don't- I don't know, Peter! I was so afraid you were going to break up with me or leave me or that you were going to hate me if I didn't keep it or that my parents would disown me or some shit like that! I just did it first to avoid it all."

"Avoid it all?" Peter repeated. "I love you, Y/N," he stated, grabbing both of her hands. "A baby isn't going to change that, whether you keep it or you don't. It's your body, so it's your choice," he said, and her head rolled in disbelief as she sighed. "I love you," he stated again, tightening his grip on her hands. "And you're carrying my baby. Did you ever think I'd be happy?"

"Peter we're so young, basically fresh out of high school-"

"I know it's unplanned, Y/N, and that makes it so scary. But I would never abandon you like that."

"I really love you, Peter," Y/N huffed out, her tears beginning to free fall now.

"I know baby," Peter said while pulling her into his chest and embracing her for the first time in a week.

After a few moments, Y/N's breathing evened out and Peter spoke up. "Are... are you going to keep it?" he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Her throat was sticky from crying, and after a few seconds, she answered. "I am."

Peter held her at arm's length to look at her, really look at her, and he kneeled down and kissed her stomach, voicing his excitement and feelings.

The Avengers, who were watching from the doorway of the training room, smiled in relief, a few of them wiping stray tears and rubbing their eyes to regain their composure.

"God they're growing up," Tony whispered.

"Not just yet," Pepper fired back, glancing at the pair before grinning herself, thankful they were in this together.

(part two is out)

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sleepdeprivedsloth · 3 years

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In the Dead of Night

[MHA - Midoriya, Bakugou]

summary: Not wanting to return to a nightmare, Bakugou spends the night alone in the common area. That is, until Midoriya finds him and tries to get his old friend to open up with an effective technique from their childhood. (platonic BakuDeku tickle fic)

potential warnings: swearing, tickling

words: 1.5 k

a/n: ahhh my first fic!! …kinda hoping no one sees this but yeah imma post it anyways haha. hopefully whoever ends up reading this will enjoy it! happy national tickle day guys :D

Bakugou stared blankly out of one of the windows in the common area, gazing into the empty void that was the night sky. He rarely ever was awake during the dead of night, but yet here he was. Sleeplessly seated on the couch, long past the time his classmates all retired to their dorms.

He would much rather be asleep, heaven knew he needed the rest, but he was not going to risk returning to his nightmare. The experience felt more like he actually relived the sludge monster incident rather than only a dream. He could never willingly go back to that.

His mind being in its own world, Bakugou didn’t quite catch the faint sound of footsteps that grew closer. He vaguely recognized the familiar noises of the refrigerator door opening and closing before he was brought back from his daze by a hand offering him a bottle of water in front of his eyes.

Bakugou looked up and spotted no other than Izuku freaking Midoriya. He felt his facial features try to form a glare out of a force of habit, but his body was too exhausted to actually comply. Reluctantly, he grabbed the water bottle and took a sip as the green-haired boy wordlessly sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Midoriya, whose brain was still in the waking-up process, had just been awakened a few moments ago with his throat strongly craving for some cold water. Maybe it was due to the fact that his mind was still a bit clouded with sleep, or that the two boys had been sitting in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time, but Midoriya actually broke the silence and spoke up.

“What are you doing up at such a late hour?” he asked, turning slightly in his seat so that he could study Bakugou’s reactions. Midoriya didn’t know what he expected as a response, probably a snarky reply or just outright rage, but what he received definitely shocked him.

Bakugou completely ignored him and avoided any chance of eye contact by staring straight ahead. It was as if he didn’t know that his classmate was sitting not even three feet away from him. Midoriya immediately became more attentive and alert, his Kacchan Radar going off like crazy. Bakugou never missed an opportunity to pick a fight with or insult anyone, especially Midoriya.

To his credit, Midoriya took a moment to consider his options. He could go interrogation mode on Bakugou, but he doubted that the blonde would actually open up to him like that. Maybe he could just sit there in silence until Bakugou willingly chose to talk to him, but that could honestly take days. Of course, he could go back to his dorm and leave Bakugou alone, which was probably the option that his classmate would have wanted him to choose, but when was Midoriya even known for actually pleasing Bakugou?

Suddenly Midoriya remembered a technique that had never failed him back when he and Bakugou were younger. A method that they had both been sworn to secrecy about, and hadn’t been used in years.

“Why are you down here so late, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked again, grinning slightly, this time punctuating the other’s name with a poke to his side.

Bakugou let out a quiet yelp, obviously not expecting a small tingling sensation to suddenly shoot through his entire body. He internally cursed himself for showing a reaction and flinching away from the touch.

Still awaiting a response, Midoriya dared to poke again, but before his finger could come in contact with the boy’s body, Bakugou abruptly brought himself to his feet and made a move to leave the common area.

Midoriya quickly and quietly followed suit, walking up behind his unsuspecting classmate. He tasered his index and middle fingers into both of Bakugou’s sides, latching onto them and relentlessly digging in. “C’mon Kacchan, talk to me!”

Bakugou had to squeeze his eyes shut and cover his mouth with one hand to prevent himself from making any noises that could potentially wake up his classmates. He desperately tried to fight off Midoriya’s fingers with his other hand (emphasis on “tried”), but he was too tired physically and mentally to actually get away.

With the advantage of the surprise attack on his side, Midoriya was able to keep the minimally thrashing Bakugou in his grasp. Being the teasing shit that he is, Midoriya taunted, “I bet you wanna laugh, huh Kacchan? Go on, you’ll feel better if you just let it out.”

“N-no I w-won’t!” Bakugou argued from behind his hand, struggling to keep the laughter building up inside of his throat under control. “If we w-weren’t in the dorms right now I would not he-hesitate to blast your ass into nehext week.”

Midoriya gave a playful, over-dramatic gasp. “Did the Kacchan just giggle?” He moved his hands up to Bakugou’s ribs and started scribbling his fingers against them, causing the boy’s weak wall of defense to come crumbling down. As Bakugou’s little laughs started leaking out, Midoriya continued wiggling along the sensitive bones and drilling into the grooves between them. “I am now officially addicted, I must hear mor-”

“Hehehaha Deheheku quirk! Quhuhuhuirk!”

Midoriya immediately recognized the meaning of the word and stopped his tickling, letting his own arms drop to his sides. He watched as Bakugou bent over, arms wrapped tightly around his torso, trying to regain his self-control.

Meanwhile, Midoriya’s head began to flood with memories from his childhood, when the two boys had tickle fights almost on a daily basis. To prevent one of them from pushing the other past their limits, they had decided to use “quirk” as some sort of safeword. Midoriya was a bit surprised that he had immediately understood Bakugou’s intended context of the word, considering that it hadn’t been used for what felt like forever.

A soft, sentimental smile crossed Midoriya's face as he caught a glimpse of Bakugou's face for the first time since tickling him. The blonde’s lips were brought upwards in a reluctant smile and a light blush, most likely from embarrassment, dusted his cheeks. If only Midoriya had a camera to capture the rare moment.

“Did it really tickle so much that you had to call “quirk?”” Midoriya questioned, genuinely curious if he had gone too far.

Being somewhat in control of his own body again, Bakugou stood to his full height and faced his former best friend. If Midoriya noticed that his arms were still wrapped around and protecting his ribs, he didn’t say anything. “Of course it wasn’t that bad, dumbass. I-” Bakugou paused for a moment before looking away from Midoriya and continuing in a whispered voice. “I just didn’t want to risk making too much noise and waking anyone up and…”

He didn’t have to finish his thought for Midoriya to catch on to what he meant. He easily realized that Bakugou didn’t want any of their classmates to find out that he’s ticklish, which was understandable.

Midoriya nodded, showing Bakugou that he didn’t need to further explain. They stood in silence for a moment before the greenette chose to speak up again. “So why are you down here so late at night instead of sleeping in your dorm?”

Bakugou’s body visibly stiffened as he quickly cast his gaze towards the floor. If he hadn’t been exhausted beyond belief and still recovering from those nimble fingers that definitely did not tickle him, he probably would have told Midoriya to screw off and mind his own business. But instead, he answered, “If you really must know, shitty Deku, I had a dream about the damn sludge villain. I didn’t wanna deal with that shit again, so I just came down here to wait out until morning.”

Midoriya knew from experience that Bakugou didn’t want comforting words or pity. That would only make him feel even more vulnerable than he already was, and that wasn’t Midoriya’s intention. So instead, he simply replied in an indifferent tone, “Oh, alright then. Mind if I wait out here too then?”

Not waiting for an answer, Midoriya walked back to the couch and sat back down, spreading out comfortably but still leaving more than enough room for Bakugou. The last thing he wanted was for his former childhood best friend to have to recover from a nightmare alone. But he would never say it out loud, for Bakugou’s sake.

Two minutes passed before Bakugou inevitably decided to walk over and take the seat next to the other boy. Midoriya looked over and caught his classmate’s eye, nodding slightly to him with a small smile before turning back to gaze outside of the window.

Having gone from childhood best friends, to bully and victim, to rivals, to… wherever their relationship stood now, the two boys shared a strong bond that neither of them knew how to describe. But just being in each others’ presence in the dead of night, enjoying the silence between them, was comforting.

However, the pair would definitely not be feeling so relaxed if they hadn’t failed to notice a certain pink-haired alien queen that managed to capture a short, incriminating video before excitedly running off back to her dorm only a few mere moments ago.

a/n: thanks for reading, and i hope you guys liked it! i’m still working on that fandom list but yeah MHA will definitely be on there lol. i’ll try to update again soon but until then have a great life y’all!!

#bnha #bnha tickle #mha #mha tickle #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #kacchan #izuku midoriya #midoriya #deku #ler!midoriya #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #bakudeku #platonic #tickling #tickle fic

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I’m gonna piggyback off the whole “heroes don’t eat pussy” debacle to remind the fandom that’s why I fuck a villain. Noob eats pussy like it’s his fucking job, he’ll eat pussy anytime, anywhere because he’s not afraid to please his woman. It’s not just Noob though, all the MK villains love eating pussy. Movie Sub-Zero? The man will do it so long and so often you’ll swear you’re pussy is frozen but it feels so good you don’t care. Kano? Can’t get enough of it, Kabal? Asks for seconds. Erron? Yee Haw, you’ll be riding that cowboy’s face all night long. Shang? You can’t keep that man away from your pussy. Goro might be a prince but that just means he eats pussy with class. Maybe Rain seems like a primadonna who wouldn’t but he tongue fucks so hard you’ll swear he’s the only god who exists. Hell even Shao Kahn is a pussy hungry fiend, how do you think he manages to keep Twindel? Again all of the MK villains love eating pussy even the ones I left off.

In conclusion being a villain fucker is better because our men love eating pussy.

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Did someone order some Dom Daddy Polar Bear up in this bitch? Umm yes! Yes they did! I was recruited to write this after @legends-of-apex deferred @icy-spicy and @lilliannmac suggestion of the following:

After being summoned in such a grandiose way how could I refuse my beloveds like this? @legends-of-apex I hope you don't mind me borrowing your post format for this one.

Pairing: Bi-Han x F!Reader

Rating: Y'all know my drill by now this is absolutely NS/FW, not suitable for minors whatever you wanna call it, must be 18+ to read.

Word Count: 4,105

Summary: You're an instructor within the Lin Kuei and when the Shirai Ryu visit it's up to you to calm down your Grandmaster. Set post MK11 but it could totally be movie Bi-Han too, look y'all don't come to me for stories and settings lol It's whatever Bi-Han you want.

A/N: As always if you enjoyed this please leave me comments, likes reblogs, ridiculous gifs just anything that lets me know you liked it and want to see more from me in the future. As always a special thanks and shout out to my BH crew and my other MK lovelies who keep me inspired to keep writing, if you want to be tagged in future fics/headcanons whatever just let me know!

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You let out a loud groan as your student manages to land a hit on you, you had heard from Kuai Liang there was a particularly gifted student among the older students, but being one of the Lin Kuei’s best instructors you didn’t give it much thought. At least not until this moment when you were stunned briefly more from the blow dealt to your ego more so than the actual pain of the hit itself.

“Frost that’s enough, you made your point,” Kuai Liang calls from across the courtyard as the student, Frost; blatantly ignores Kuai Liang’s command and goes in for another hit.

You don’t have time to counterattack so you bring your hands up in a defensive stance, hoping that it will be enough to deflect the majority of the attack. You wait for the impact but it never comes, you hesitantly open your eyes when you hear a deep voice berating Frost.

“You’re about as stubborn and arrogant as I was at your age,” Bi-Han is in between the two of you holding Frost up by the scruff of her neck, the younger cryomancer looks furious and embarrassed all at the same time as she thrashes and growls in Bi-Han’s grasp. “You don’t have the same skill and accomplishments under your belt I did though, you have to earn that arrogance,” Bi-Han hisses, clearly annoyed with his brother’s ill-disciplined disciple.

Kuai Liang lets out a heavy, exasperated sigh as he makes his way to the center of the training grounds, “I’ll take it from here brother, she’s my problem and she has a lot of dishwashing in her future.” Kuai Liang helped Frost down from Bi-Han’s rough grasp and ushered her towards the kitchen, grumbling the whole way about how she needed to learn discipline and to stop embarrassing him in front of the Co-Grandmaster.

Bi-Han turns to you and runs his cold hand along your cheek affectionately, “well that was close, she almost got your face with that one.”

“I would have been fine Bi-Han, I can handle myself ya know, I am one of the instructors here for a reason,” you huff, your pride had already been wounded by Frost’s initial hit you didn’t need it further diminished by Bi-Han’s patronizing.

He grunts in annoyance before turning a playful smirk towards you, “oh I know you can take care of yourself qīn, but what if she had gotten your jaw? I’m looking out for my own interests, you can’t suck my dick if your jaw is broken.”

You scowl, the look he’s giving you is absolutely infuriating yet so commonplace for the older cryomancer you can’t help but be surprised his face hasn’t frozen that way. You take a breath to calm yourself, trying not to play into his hand, “well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

Bi-Han frowns at your response, disappointed he hadn’t been able to get a rise out of you like he had wanted, “well aren’t you a cheeky little minx today? You better go get washed up for dinner, we’ll have a talk about your behavior towards your Grandmaster later,” he growls before stalking off.

Heh heh heh shit, you think to yourself, the last thing you had wanted to do was piss the cryomancer off, something else must be troubling him, there was no way a snarky little comment from you, his bratty little lover; would set him off so greatly. You gnaw on your lower lip with worry as you make your way back to the barracks and to your room, you take a moment or two to splash some cold, clean water on your face and touch up your eyeliner before slipping out of your training robes and into your more formal silk robes. You make your way towards the dining hall and that’s when you notice him, the little Shirai Ryu whelp sitting next to Kuai Liang, making pleasant conversation with him. “So that’s it, that’s why Bi-Han is so on edge today, thank fuck they only sent Hasashi’s lapdog this time,” you narrow your eyes at Takeda and take your place next to Bi-Han, who is eating his meal quickly and in total silence.

Kuai Liang shoots a disapproving look at both of you, but neither one of you are willing to acknowledge your guest, you didn’t have any personal beef with Takeda, but he was Shirai Ryu and despite the truce, Kuai Liang forged during Bi-Han’s years as the wraith Noob Saibot, you weren’t exactly inclined to make nice with your lover’s murderer, let alone his clan. You also knew better than to provoke Bi-Han when he was like this, sure you loved poking the proverbial bear under normal circumstances but this was one of those situations where it was just better to go along with whatever the older cryomancer wanted.

Bi-Han stood abruptly after finishing his meal and headed out into the cold night, you stayed however to finish your meal and to give the cryomancer a little time and space to cool down.

Now that Bi-Han had left you could feel Kuai Liang’s brown eyes boring holes into your very soul anytime he looked at you and you knew you no longer had the protection of Bi-Han to excuse your rudeness. You take a sip of your drink and clear your throat before politely turning to Takeda, “I trust your trip was smooth and things here are to your liking, Takeda.”

Takeda just smiles at you, looking suddenly far less uncomfortable than he had with Bi-Han in the room, “everything went fine and most people have been welcoming and cooperative so far, well other than Sub-Zero.”

“Speaking of Sub-Zero, someone should probably go and check on him, you’ll excuse me of course. Takeda. Grandmaster, have a lovely evening,” you bow to the two of them before making your way out of the dining room, ignoring the furious glare from Kuai Liang. You don’t head after Bi-Han like you said you were going to, instead you head to your room, knowing the cryomancer would find you when he was willing to be around people again. It didn’t take him long.

Bi-Han was still in a foul mood, you could tell the moment the cryomancer stormed into your room after the tense communal evening meal. You’re almost afraid to ask him what he wants as a violent shiver wracks your body and you don’t dare move from your seat on your modest bed.

“Strip,” his deep voice commands, “I’m in no mood for pleasantries tonight,” he adds as Sub-Zero invades your space, his icy breath ghosting over your immediately hot, flushed cheeks.

“Y-yes Grandmaster,” your voice wobbles and falters as you rush to obey the cryomancer, you fumble clumsily with the ties to your robes.

Bi-Han growls with frustration and easily tears the silken fabrics from your body, before you can protest his cold lips are on yours, stealing your breath from the icy impact. “You’re taking too long,” he rumbles against your lips before snaking a hand around your throat.

You whine against his mouth as he applies the gentlest of pressures to your windpipe, restricting your airflow just enough to tease. Your eyes go wide as you're pressed down into your bed and tremble under the cryomancer, you’re not sure if you’re trembling from the cold rolling off Bi-Han’s perfect body or if it’s from your growing arousal. You knew this was the most likely outcome of the evening but even you were a bit surprised with how quickly Bi-Han was moving, there was no snide, teasing remarks, no playful dirty talk, just Sub-Zero demanding submission from you.

“You better be wet already qīn,” he grunts as he doesn’t even bother disrobing and opts for just pulling his impressive length from the confines of his rough linen pants before pulling your legs apart.

You can’t even form a response to his question, you were used to Bi-Han being a demanding and impatient man, but this was unusual behavior even for him. You bite your lip as you feel the velvety head of his cock gliding over your folds, smearing your want all over his length before sliding it inch by inch inside your aching hole. You cry out and throw your head back as you try and adjust to the cryomancer filling you, his cock opening you up gradually until you hear a frustrated grunt from Bi-Han as he pulls your hips toward his cramming the rest of his enormous cock in your tight pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out an embarrassingly loud shout as you feel his cock rearranging your insides, your pussy throbs around his length trying to accommodate him. “B-bi-Han,” you manage to whine before you find your airflow suddenly restricted.

“Grandmaster,” he growls in correction, “fuck you’re tight,” he grits out as he tries to let you adjust to his cock.

The stretch is so good but borderline painful at the same time, you shift your hips slightly in discomfort, hoping to get a better angle to alleviate some of the burn. Bi-Han doesn’t allow you the luxury of waiting though, he pulls his cock out until just the cold tip is left inside before slamming it back inside your tight pussy. You have to throw your hand over your mouth to stifle your cry so the others don’t hear you, Bi-Han lets out a satisfied groan atop you as your pussy desperately tries to accommodate his length. He thrusts slow and deep a few more times, opening you up little by little as you moan and squirm before he sets a hard, fast pace, his thick cock-head brushing against your sweet spot with each thrust. “So good,” you whimper softly as his hips smack into yours, his taut, perfectly muscled lower stomach assaulting your clit with each thrust, you were getting wetter by the moment but didn’t want to cum just yet.

Bi-Han growls as he fucks into you harder, the wetness only making his job easier but he frowns when he notices you trying to hold back and you’re startled to find his cold, calloused hand wrapped tightly around your neck as he keeps fucking you. The cryomancer just chuckles at your distress, loving the way his ever-tightening fingers forces you to tense around his cock. “The Lin Kuei never show mercy, you should know that better than anyone qīn” he purrs, his thrusts becoming more animalistic with your erratic movements.

Every thrust of his hip drives you mad with pleasure; it’s so intense you feel like you’re about to pass out as you try your best not to cum on his cold hard cock then and there. You choke as your air supply is cut off completely by the cryomancer’s icy hand, as he continues to use you for his own enjoyment, his pace cruel and unrelenting, driving you to hysterics as tears begin to fall. You feel like you’re drowning in the best way possible as Sub-Zero chokes you harder.

“Cum for your Grandmaster if you wanna breathe,” Bi-Han growls out as his cock slips in and out of your tight pussy.

Your eyes widen in shock as you gurgle and gasp for breath, it doesn’t take much longer until the cryomancer forces you to a peak more intense than any before it, your scream dies in your throat as you convulse around his hard length. Stars and black spots dance before your eyes as your body is wracked with shudders, your consciousness starts to fade as you continue to choke and gurgle riding out your orgasm. Eventually, he finally allows you to breathe again, you bark and wheeze trying to pull air back into your burning lungs, drool and spittle dripping down your chin.

Sub-Zero doesn’t even allow you to finish catching your breath before he unceremoniously pulls his cock out of your soaked, fluttering cunt. He grips your hair tightly and pulls you by your hair until your body is upright and your flushed, panting face is level with his cock. “Since you’re being so sloppy already you may as well just suck it,” he commands.

You suck in a deep breath through your nose before you begin to bob your head enthusiastically along his dripping length, tasting yourself on his cock. You moan loudly around his cock as you force him down your throat, it burns, it aches, you have to fight the urge to not gag, but you don’t care, deep down you love it when Bi-Han gets in a mood like this and uses you like the little whore for him you are. You mewl happily as a strong hand firmly grasps your hair, Bi-Han’s icy grip pulls your head back a bit, you’re about to start protesting before his cock sinks into your warm, wet mouth. Your eyes flutter shut as he slowly thrusts in and out of your mouth, using it the same way he was using your pussy just a few moments ago, filling your mouth with deep, slow strokes. It shouldn’t excite you as much as it does, but you can feel your want dripping down your thighs and the sheets below you are soaked through as his cock hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck, look at you,” he lets out a contented sigh as his hand cups your hollowed cheek before running his thumb around your cheekbone affectionately, his prior anger abating with each flick and curl of your tongue. “You’re being such a good girl for me now, such a good little Lin Kuei slut. Shit, don’t stop, it feels so good” he praises. Bi-Han’s lip curls up into a pleasured snarl as his cock sinks all the way into your tight throat and you find yourself fighting back the urge to sneeze as dark hairs assault your nose. He keeps his pace slow for a while, enjoying the heat and pressure of your mouth as he lazily presses his hips forward to meet your mouth, but it doesn’t stay slow and gentle for long though. Soon, he’s gripping your hair harder, demanding your head move swifter to keep up with the demand of his thrusting hips.

You whimper from his words of praise laced with humiliation as your eyes water while you fight back your gag reflex, you ignore your discomfort and focus solely on pleasing the cryomancer. You gurgle and moan wantonly around his length as you keep pace with him, relishing in the rough pace you’ve fallen into, saliva dripping down your chin as his cock slips down your throat over and over making you dizzier and dizzier with need and lack of oxygen. You lick and suck him as best as you can, still able to taste yourself on him; as his enormous cock slips in and out of your swollen, puffy lips. It’s a sensation you never want to end, “too bad the Shirai Ryu don’t stop by more often,” you think to yourself before you feel Bi-Han’s cock twitch deep in your throat forcing you to only think about his thick, cold cum coating your throat and mouth. A shiver wracks your body at the thought as you turn your eyes up towards his ice blue ones, silently pleading with your Grandmaster to finish in your mouth, your hands claw impatiently at his hips as you wait for his decision.

Sub-Zero knows exactly what you want but he has different plans, “good girl qīn, you’re always such a good girl for me,” Bi-Han grits out, his words dripping with lust “but I’m not done with you yet.” His labored breath comes out in great big clouds of condensation as he keeps thrusting his huge cock in and out of the impossibly tight confines of your throat, pushing you past your own limits of arousal, the puddle between your thighs growing by the minute. His cold hand forces its way into your mouth as his thumb pushes its way inside, pressing down firmly on your molars forcing your mouth open even more than it already is. “Fuck, you look so good like this, such a good little slut with your pretty little mouth stretched so wide around my dick like that,” he growls, forcing his cock all the way down your aching throat, holding it there as your tongue frantically laves the underside of his velvety shaft, desperate to please him. You can feel your chin becoming glossier with saliva as his thumb keeps your mouth open wide and you’re unable to keep up with him entirely, too caught up in enjoying being used to continue to focus on doing a good job.

You hear him groan your name as the grip on your hair tightens painfully, you squeeze your eyes shut as suddenly your mouth is left gaping and empty as he pushes you back effortlessly and cages your body with his well-built, cold body. Bi-Han grips at your hips frantically, frost slowly creeping along your soft skin as the cryomancer slams back inside your dripping cunt. You don’t care anymore about who hears you as you scream his name and practically cum then and there.

Bi-Han groans, deep and guttural with satisfaction as he revels in your tight, wet heat, “I’m not going to last much longer qīn,” he warns.

His cold fingers are suddenly in between your legs, rubbing your clit in time with his erratic thrusts, “please Grandmaster, please don’t stop, oh fuck your cock feels so good. So good!” You can’t help but cry as he slams into you over and over, each thrust assaulting a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars. You cling to him as your body is covered in a thin veil of ice from the proximity of the cryomancer’s perfect body as your nails claw at his shoulders frantically. Everything feels so good, so perfect you don’t even care that his cock is pounding into your cervix causing your toes to curl with the overwhelming sensation. The sensation of the cryomancer’s cock filling you over and over immediately causes you to dig your nails deeply into his back as you arch your back almost entirely off the bed as his dick brushes against your sweet spot. You gasp as his cock fills you up so entirely your breath catches in your throat, you can’t help but squeeze and tighten around his length as he starts to pound harder into your trembling pussy. You scream his name as your orgasm crashes through your body with a force that knocks the air from your lungs and causes your vision to blur. Your pussy spasms around Bi-Han’s thick cock as your eyes roll into the back of your head as you continue to tremble and thrash beneath him as pleasure assaults your senses entirely leaving you weak and lightheaded. You whimper softly as the cryomancer grips your hips hard enough to leave bruises before he buries himself as deeply inside your tight wet heat he can.

“Fuck!” he shouts loudly as his hips press flush with yours and his body jolts and you feel his cock twitching wildly in the confines of your fluttering pussy as he cums deep inside you.

You cry out as you feel pulse after pulse of thick, cold cum coating your insides, paining your pussy white with the cryomancer's release. You whine and mewl in pleasure as you’re filled to the brim with the cold viscous fluid, your lips tiredly search for Bi-Han’s as you whimper his name over and over, your body trembling from the cold and your post-orgasmic bliss.

The cryomancer just chuckles as he sloppily closes the gap between you, his cold lips clumsily working against yours until he breaks free to pant with exertion. He lets out a deeply satisfied sigh as he collapses against you, “I swear qīn when I get like that you’re the only one who can calm me down.”

You practically purr with contentment as you card your fingers through his short ebony locks, “I’m more than happy to take care of you anytime, I just wish you didn’t let yourself get so bothered by those Shirai Ryu dogs. I mean look around Bi-Han, you won, you’re alive again, that asshole Hasashi couldn’t keep you dead forever.” You’re not sure if your words will soothe or provoke the cryomancer again, but you wouldn’t mind either outcome even though your throat ached and felt swollen and your poor pussy wasn’t in much better shape.

“Hm. I guess you’re right qīn, I am alive again and I have you to help relieve my tension, don’t act like you don’t love it when I get this way, I know you do. Maybe if you’re a really good girl I’ll choke you even when I’m not pissed off,” he chuckles before stifling a yawn. Bi-Han finally rolls off you and tucks his cock back into his pants, before wrapping your blanket around you and flinging you with ease over his shoulder. “You’re bed sucks, let’s go sleep in mine,” he complains before walking out into the great stone hallways connecting the many buildings of the Lin Kuei compound.

“Bi-Han!” you squeak in protest, “what if someone sees us!?” you squeal and cling to his broad shoulders.

“Oh please, like the whole compound doesn’t know you’re fucking the Grandmaster, trust me qīn your voice carries and like I said you bed sucks,” it doesn’t take long for him to walk across the torchlight courtyard to the Grandmaster’s chambers, as the eldest Bi-Han had the lavish complex to himself.

“Oof!” you exclaim as your dropped onto the soft bearskin blanket draped over his bed, “I mean I guess everyone must know, and your bed is a lot more comfortable than mine,” you finally relent before sleepily climbing under the warm blankets.

Bi-Han joins you and pulls you close as you drift off into a very satisfied sleep. You awake the next morning to find Bi-Han gone, but a fire was light in the fireplace and a fresh set of robes were laid on the bed next to you. You dressed quickly and made your way to the dining hall, hoping you hadn’t overslept too long.

“There you are y/n, I was afraid my brother killed you last night with the way you were screaming,” Kuai Liang announces loudly as you walk into the dining hall.

Your cheeks feel as though they’re on fire at the Co-Grandmaster’s words, “I, uh, yes, well, extra training can be quite intense sometimes, maybe if you tried it once in a while you’d be less uptight,” you mumble the later half under your breath.

“At least wake her up on time brother,” Kuai Liang turns to Bi-Han giving him a disapproving look.

Bi-Han just gives his younger brother a shit-eating grin, before whispering just loud enough for the two of them to hear “look when you do that good of a job sucking cock you earn the right to sleep in a little.”

Kuai Liang turns bright red at Bi-Han’s words, “brother please, I don’t need details.” He clears his throat and stands to address the rest of the clan, “you have 15 more minutes to finish your meals before commencing morning training.”

You share a knowing look with Bi-Han as you suggestively lick the thick congee from your spoon causing Kuai Liang to leave the table in a hurry, you scoot closer to Bi-Han once his brother’s gone. “He really needs to get laid,” you say casually before eating another mouthful of porridge.

“I don’t know, it’s a lot of fun teasing him,” Bi-Han chuckles shoving a mouthful of youtiao into his mouth.

“What exactly is your favorite pastime Bi-Han? Fucking me or teasing your little brother I wonder,” you muse aloud, finishing your breakfast in record time to be sure to beat your students to the training field.

“I’m the Grandmaster, I don’t have to choose, I get to do both as much as I want,” Bi-Han laughs before giving you a little swat on your behind as you rush off. “Have a good day with the little brats qīn, come find me when you’re ready for real training,” he grins at you before giving you a knowing wink.

You feel like skipping off to the training field but after last night’s session you can barely walk let alone skip, but you didn’t have any complaints and can’t seem to wipe your smile off your face the rest of the day looking forward to the night ahead.

117 notes • Posted 2021-08-22 19:35:34 GMT

I’m pretty sure Joe just made my Werewolf!Bi-Han fic canon with this post. 🤣

117 notes • Posted 2021-05-09 03:35:58 GMT

Shaved Ice

I wrote this as a trade with @cyber54prime, they requested a "fluff to hot" Bi-Han x F!Reader, so I really hope you enjoy it love! I'll admit I'm pretty much abysmal writing fluff, it's so out of my comfort zone but I tried my best and there's some hot filth at the end to make up for my inability to write fluff.

I tried to leave it vague so it can be game Bi-Han or movie Bi-Han since there's no such thing as a bad or wrong Bi-Han.

The basic synopsis is it's date night with Bi-Han and the two of you cook dinner together, but steamed dumplings aren't the only thing steamy the two of you get up to when Bi-Han decides he needs dessert to go along with dinner.

I'd throw in my usual spiel about please like/comment and reblog but no one seems to pay attention to that anyway.

“Like this?” you ask looking down at the large chunks of ginger you were attempting to mince before looking up at the tall cryomancer behind you.

He lets out a loud barking laugh, his dark brown eyes gleaming with amusement, “not even close qīn,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, this cold breath causing goosebumps to break out across the expanse of you neck. “Here, let me help,” he chuckles as his cold, calloused hands cover yours and he picks up the knife. He moves your hands expertly along the mangled clumps of ginger, “if you leave them in big chunks like that it will make the dumplings too spicy since the ginger is too big to get a chance to cook out properly. Ok, now scrape it into the bowl.”

You shiver as he presses his well-built body against yours, you grab the bowl of minced pork and hold it under the lip of the counter as you scrape the ginger off the cutting board and into the large mixing bowl. “So, the garlic chives are up next, right?” You ask as you turn around to look up into his unusually dark brown eyes, he always seemed relaxed in the kitchen, largely due to kitchen duties being one of the few activities he was able to enjoy during his years in the Lin Kuei.

“Hm,” he gives you a smug grin, “why don’t you let me handle the garlic chives, I don’t feel like pulling chunks out of my teeth all night.” Bi-Han teases as he holds out his arms, you don’t miss his biceps flexing with his movements as your breath catches in your throat. “Get behind me for a minute qīn,” you comply but peak your head out from behind his burly body when you noticed the drastic drop in temperature as you see dozens of glittering ice crystals suspended in mid air. With a sharp flick of his wrist Bi-Han hurls the ice at the garlic chives and you can’t help but let out a startled cry as the ice loudly crashes into the counter top, dicing the garlic chives with frightening precision all at once. He scoops the garlic chives and the scattered ice fragments into the bowl and sets it back on the counter.

“Show-off much?” you tease before adding “Ugh, you got all the ice in with the garlic chives it’s going to be super watery now, isn’t it?” you ask, the confusion evident on your face as you gaze up at the handsome cryomancer.

“Nah, that’s how Mom always made it, though she was a lot more accurate than I am though,” he smiles fondly at the memory of his Mother, “the ice makes it so the meat doesn’t get all tough and overworked when you mix it. Go ahead and add the rest of the liquids and cornstarch, I’ll mix it since my hands are a lot colder than yours, I won’t melt the fat in the meat like you would.” He snickers, enjoying the role reversal, usually you were the one who cooked for him, but once in a while he would cook with you, teaching you some of the recipes he could remember his mother making for him and his little brother when they were very small.

You follow his instructions, adding the shaoxing wine, soy sauce, sugar, sesame oil and other seasonings before adding just enough cornstarch to keep the filling bouncy and moist once it was cooked. You can’t help but admire Bi-Han’s movements as his hand deftly moved through the mixture with the same detail and precision he used on the battlefield, working the ingredients into a homogeneous mixture in no time.

“Wanna taste it?” he grins mischievously holds up his fingers in front of your mouth, clearly still covered in the raw meat and chive mixture.

You squeal and shove him with all your might, but can’t even budge the mountain of a man in front of you, “báixióng! Stop it!! Ew! Come on! It’s raw pork!” you giggle and squirm as he easily holds you close with his free arm. You manage to duck out from underneath his strong, well-muscled arm as he just laughs and chases you around your kitchen. “Ugh! Come on Bi-Han! Do NOT get raw meat all over the floor! I just mopped!” you can’t help but giggle wildly as you’re suddenly face-to-face with an icy version of your cryomancer as you crash into it gracelessly, sending ice flying all over the kitchen as you fall to the floor landing hard on your butt.

Bi-Han has the decency to look a little sheepish as he offers you his clean hand to help you up. “You ok qīn,” he asks and you can tell he’s trying desperately not to laugh at the display he’d just seen. After giving you bum a squeeze for good measure he smirks triumphantly as he knows he’s won the battle, if you could even call it that. It was hardly fair to try and compete with a professional assassin in a game of cat and mouse, but it was still always a good time, even if it meant having to mop the kitchen again after dinner.

You puff your cheeks out at the cryomancer and pout while rubbing your behind, “you don’t play fair.”

“Uh, of course I don’t. I play to win,” he grins, “you can’t play fair in my profession and expect to stay alive.” He says casually as you’re reminded that Bi-Han’s outlook on life in general is not exactly what most would call conventional. He rinses his hands before grabbing the dumpling wrappers from the fridge and flings them like a shuriken onto the counter with ease, “Mom would probably kick my ass if she knew I was using pre-made dumpling wrappers, but it’s just such a pain in the ass to knead, and it always comes out wrong because you have to use boiling water, but then it cools off to quickly and yeah, fuck it. We made the filling, that still counts right?”

You just laugh and nod in agreement as the two of you get to work pleating and folding the dumplings, making and even bigger mess as the two of you end up flinging the cornstarch water more at each other than using it to seal the dumplings.

Bi-Han looks down at the drying white mixture on his chest, “hey qīn, I’m you,” he smirks as he makes his filthy joke, causing your cheeks to heat up as you throw a dumpling at him, hitting him squarely in the forehead.

“Ugh! You are such a teenager sometimes! How are you in your 30s?!” you throw you arms up in exasperation as you turn your back to him, trying to hide the fact that you want to burst into a fit of giggles. “Let’s just make dinner now, ok?” you bend over to grab a pot yelping as the cryomancer swats your full behind. “Bi-Han! Come on!” you chastise him, getting up on your tip toes to glare into his now icy blue eyes, a dead give away that your playful little tryst in the kitchen was more foreplay than just play. You decide to give him a hard time though and ignore the obvious bulge in his pants, “do you want to fry them or steam them?” you ask turning towards the stove and brushing him off entirely.

You can hear him make an irritated noise before letting out a low sigh, letting you have your way for the time being, “Mom always steamed them, the meat’s juicier that way.” Bi-Han stalks off to get the mop while you’re bringing the water up to a boil and setting the steamer basket full of the plump dumplings on top of the pot before covering them with the bamboo lid.

You smile as you notice him cleaning up the mess the two of you, well mostly he, had made while you wait for the dumplings to cook. It doesn’t take very long for the dumplings to swell and fluff up as they are steamed to perfection before you turn them out onto a plate and head to the living room. Bi-Han isn’t far behind you with the dipping sauce and a few side dishes he’d picked up from your favorite street vendors.

Bi-Han beats you to the couch, casually dropping small bowls and plates onto the table as he sits, leaving space for the larger platter of dumplings. A bottle of baijiu is already on the table, two small cups resting upside down on its lid. He sighs and stretches his arms over his head, cracking a joint or two and settling in. You slip around the table and set down the plate just in time to be pulled quickly backward into a strong embrace.

“Bi-Han!” you shout, “I could have dropped that!”

“There’s always more dumplings,” he laughs, as you squirm in his lap.

He lets you slide onto the cushion next to him, but not before planting a kiss on the top of your head. Bi-Han plucks the cups from the top of the liquor bottle, pouring both of you a generous serving as you rearrange the parade of small plates. He holds one cup out to you, holding the other at his lips. You lock eyes and smile at each other as you drain the first of the night’s drinks. Over the next several minutes, you watch Bi-Han contentedly move dumplings to his mouth while you talk between bites.

The night has darkened outside by the time you realize that the food is mostly gone and you’ve hardly had a bite of it. Without the protection of a full stomach, the liquor has left you feeling floaty and warm, and you can feel the flush on your cheeks.

“Were you making conversation just to distract me,” you start, “while you eat all the dumplings?” Bi-Han chuckles at your teasing tone.

“Like I said, there’s always more dumplings.” As you flash him a pout, he redirects his chopsticks toward you, a dumpling between them.

You open your mouth slightly, then dart in for the kill, stealing the whole dumpling in one bite.

“Thief!” He shouts, dropping the chopsticks to grab you, squeezing your waist in one strong arm and pulling you toward him. Feigning defeat, you collapse against him, letting your hand fall against his chest. You didn’t have much of an appetite, anyway. He squeezes you again, perhaps involuntarily, as he reaches out to grab the last dumpling with his fingers. His hand is cold and rigid against your stomach, sending a brief shiver up your spine.

The meal done, Bi-Han leans back in the couch, letting his head fall back to rest on it. He exhales with the deep tone of a man completely at ease. For a moment, you are both silent, your breath the only sound in the room. You are tracing your fingers absent-mindedly around his torso, following the stitching of his clothes. His hand has steadily slipped down your abdomen, and you can’t help but notice the weight of his fingers against your thigh.

“Is that a wrap on date night, then?” You ask, surprised at the breathiness of your voice.

“Almost,” he gives you a sly, slightly tipsy smile, his high cheekbones tinged with a hint of pink, “you stay here, I’ll take care of the dishes and go grab some dessert.”

You hiccup and twitch your nose involuntarily as you can’t help but feel even warmer as you watch him leave while mumbling, “dessert? We don’t have anything and you don’t like dessert anyway.” You don’t really stress about it too much as you have a few more sips of the strong liquor and lean back into the plush couch cushions.

It doesn’t take long for Bi-Han to return, and when he does he has a positively wicked grin on his face as he holds up a tube of sweetened condensed milk, “I figure a meal like that deserves some bàobīng.”

You snort with laughter, “I suppose when you date a cryomancer, shaved ice is the only logical dessert, but we only have sweetened condensed milk, I thought you liked yours with flan too.” You hum inquisitively as he joins you on the couch.

“Hmm,” he rumbles against your neck, this cold breath causing goosebumps to spread across your skin instantaneously, “that might be true but I thought of a pretty good substitute I think.”

Bi-Han doesn’t even give you a chance to ponder the meaning of his words as you find yourself lying prone against the couch, caged under the cryomancer’s frigid, hard body, his cold hands making quick work of your clothing and you can’t tell if you’re shivering from Bi-Han’s chill or excitement he causes. You let out a high pitched squeal as your breasts are suddenly freezing and you look down to see a small pile of fluffy ice covering them, you squirm uncomfortably as he squeezes some of the sweet topping on top of it.

He jiggles your breasts together before smirking, “Looks and feels close enough to flan for me.” His gaze locks with yours, his ethereal ice blue eyes darkening with lust, “by the time I’m done with you qīn you’re going to be a trembling mess,” he growls as his cold tongue teasingly licks at the makeshift dessert.

You whimper and arch your back as his tongue languidly laps at the cold, sticky treat, your cheeks feel hot and flushed in spite of the actions of the cryomancer. “Ah, un, Bi-Han,” you huff softly as he makes quick work of the ice and he turns his attention to your full breasts, licking and sucking at your nipple before letting out a low groan and stuffing as much as he can into his mouth. Your hands find their way into his short black hair while you cry his name as arousal floods through you, making your panties wet and uncomfortably sticky.

Bi-Han pulls away with an audible pop before leaning back a bit to squeeze some of the sweetened condensed milk into his mouth, he gives you an infuriatingly smug grin as he leans down to kiss you, slowly and deeply. He easily works your mouth open, his cold, sweet tongue wrapping around yours, coaxing it into his frigid mouth.

You moan into his mouth as the taste of the sweet confection floods your mouth, mingling with the residual baijiu, the taste is heady and addictive, which wasn’t surprising since Bi-Han alone was like some sort of drug you couldn’t get enough of. You feel bolder in your intoxicated state as you tug his head more to the side and your tongue battles with his for dominance, he cups your cheek and growls at your actions as he easily regains the upper hand of the kiss. Soon you find yourself drowning in the cryomancer’s icy mouth, his tongue pushing its way forcefully into your mouth, forcing you to pant to try and keep up with the clash of lips and teasing nips. You yelp as he snags your lower lip a bit too harshly and the two of you moan in unison as your hot, coppery blood seeps into Bi-Han’s cold mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls back, lapping apologetically at the wound he had created, “this is definitely how dessert should always be, but I’m still unsatisfied.” His icy blue eyes turn positively predatory as he looks down at you, grinning wickedly at the flustered and flushed expression on your face as your little pants come out in puffs of thickly condensed air.

You eagerly lift your hips up as you help him rid you of your pants, “please Bi-Han, I don’t want to wait, I’m so wet already.” You beg softly and subconsciously lick your lips as the cryomancer pulls his shirt off, revealing his exquisitely sculpted body. “Fuck,” you whimper and bite your lip as you can’t help but stare at his massive pecs, bulging biceps and last but not least his perfectly chiseled abs, sometimes it was hard to belief this real life Adonis was yours. You’re pulled from your thoughts by your legs being pushed back and spread open as the cold confection dribbles onto your exposed core, your cheeks feel like they’re on fire. “B-Bi-Han!” you sputter as you squirm under the unfamiliar sensation.

He just chuckles and flashes you another smug grin as his mouth descends on your hot, wet sex, he growls in anticipation as he his tongue envelops you, smearing your want with the sweetened condensed milk.

Your brain feels like it’s about to short circuit as he makes a proper mess of you, his cold tongue teasing your dripping folds open as he languidly laps the sticky, sweet liquid away. You squirm in his grip as he pushes your legs apart farther as his tongue delves in between your folds, the contrast of his cold and your heat sending a full body shiver through your tensed body. You can feel Bi-Han’s smug smirk against your slippery folds as his skilled organ chases away each drop of the sweet treat along with your arousal. You can’t help but throw your head back and let out an embarrassingly loud cry as he turns his attention towards your fluttering hole as his icy, skillful tongue wriggles its way into your tight entrance, Bi-Han’s entire mouth enveloping your entire mound in winter while he sloppily sucks against your quivering flesh. Your eyes squeeze shut as your mouth falls open, “fuck it feels so good,” you whisper in a needy voice, rolling your hips against his cold mouth.

His insatiable tongue continues to roll along your sopping folds, as your thighs tremble against his well-built shoulders and your hands scramble for purchase in his hair. Your eyes fly open and you let out a high pitched squeak as his thick tongue pushes inside your tight, hot opening. The sensation of the thick, cold muscle wiggling and writhing inside you makes your stomach clench lasciviously as you can’t help but squeeze around him desperate for more of the incredible duality of something so cold inside you causing your body to feel so hot and frenzied.

His name falls from your lips in broken pants as he fucks you open with his wicked tongue, his blunt fingernails digging into your thighs as the cryomancer thrusts his cold, slippery tongue in and out of you. He growls animalistically against your core as the vibrations from his deep voice makes your stomach clench almost painfully and a fresh wave of arousal soaks his cold tongue in your hot juices. “Bi-Han, oh fuck, Bi-Han! S-Sub-Zero, please, please,” you whimper pitifully as your body goes taut and your toes curl as you feel your orgasm building up to almost the point of breaking.

He just chuckles smugly against your wet sex as he delights in your trembling and squirming body, he pulls back from you to nip playfully at your inner thigh, “you’re going to have to ask me nicer than that qīn.” He flashes his teeth at you, his chin glistening with your want as he waits for you to break.

Panic floods through you as you pant and heave, “please, oh god, please Bi-Han, you can’t leave me like this! I’m so close, please, please let me cum!” You can feel the tears of desperation pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you bite your lip trembling with need. You arch your back and let out a pleasured scream as suddenly the cryomancer slides his huge cock inside your quivering womanhood, you didn’t even realize he had taken his pants off; your arms instinctively loop around his broad shoulders as your nails dig into his icy skin. Your body convulses as your orgasm tears through your body, “Sub-Zero!” you shriek in unbridled pleasure, as the waves a pleasure coarse through your body. It’s all so much all at once, the delicious friction of his length opening you up and filling you so impossibly full, almost too full, it’s anything and everything you could have asked for in this moment. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you tongue droops to the side, saliva dripping down the side of your cheek as you tremble and ride out your orgasm, you pussy pulsing frenetically around the cryomancer’s perfect dick.

He grunts as his lip curls up into a snarl as your velveteen heat envelopes his icy shaft, each pleasurable pulse of your orgasm pulling his length deeper inside your tight canal. “Fuck, you look so fucking good when you cum around my cock,” he hisses as he doesn’t give you any reprieve as he starts fucking you hard.

Each thrust from your cryomancer just seems to draw out your pleasure, leaving you a trembling, whimpering mess as he pounds into your tight pussy. His cock feels even bigger than usual in your tipsy state, each thrust opening you up more and more, you continue to moan and whine as your voice rises higher in octave and volume as you start to roll your hips into Bi-Han’s powerful thrusts. You’re completely blissed out and oblivious to anything other than the cryomancer as his thick cock makes it impossible to think about anything but how perfect his length feels inside you. Your nails bite into his flesh harder, as blood bubbles up from underneath your fingers as you bite your lip hard to try and stifle your cries.

“Hn. There’s no need to get shy now, let me hear you qīn,” he coaxes you as he shifts his hips, the new angle driving his thick cock-head against your sweet spot with each harsh thrust forcing you to cry and shout with each of his movements.

You’re trying hard to hold back your tears as you’re quickly pushed past your breaking point as the cryomancer fucks you relentlessly in your overstimulated state, “ah Sub-Zero! Please, please,” you wail pitifully, you pussy tightening around his thick cock. The feeling of him so deeply inside you felt so good, it was all too much as you squeeze around him again while his name falls from your lips like a litany, your whole body goes rigid briefly before you quake and tremble uncontrollable. Your walls flutter around his cock as your cunt greedily tries to suck the cryomancer’s dick in deeper as you shudder and shake through the last bits of your orgasm as your head finally falls back into the couch and blotchy stars and dots dance before your eyes. You pant and heave with satisfaction as you try and regain your senses to be able to focus on the handsome cryomancer above you.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Bi-Han grits out, his eyebrows knitted in concentration as his grip tightens and you can feel the bruises start to form as cold ice creeps along your thighs and his thrusts become more erratic. His lip curls before he chuckles, “you ready to be filled with my sweetened condensed milk qīn?” his smug grin is still plastered to his face even as he’s about to lose himself in your crushing heat.

You just whine softly and pull him closer, “please, oh please Bi-Han, I need you to fill me up, please. It feels so good when you cum inside me,” you bite you lip as you cheeks flush at your embarrassing admission. You couldn’t help yourself though, the feeling of such a powerful warrior losing himself just because of you was too intoxicating to pass up on.

He groans at your words and his breath seems labored as he thrusts inside of you a few more times before stilling deep inside you, he lets out a low bestial groan as his hips stutter while he pumps you full of his icy cum.

You let out a satisfied moan as you feel the thick pulses of the cryomancer’s release filling your tight little hole, everything about it feels so right you can’t help but tremble as you’re chilled from the inside out. You whisper his name softly before pulling his head down so you can brush your lips softly against his as you bask in the perfection of post orgasmic afterglow. “We should make dinner together more often.”

“Only if I get you for dessert again,” he chuckles tiredly against you before slumping against you comfortably. His cold, heavy body feeling so perfect and so comforting against yours.

“You can have me anytime you like, you don’t have to wait for dessert,” you chuckle and yawn as you run your fingers through his hair, just enjoying the closeness between the two of you. You can’t help but love soft moments like this, where Bi-Han wasn’t just some deadly, ruthless killer, but he was just a man, one you loved dearly and even if he didn’t say it often, you know he cares deeply for you. Moments like this you wished would last forever, but for now you would settle for just morning as you nuzzle against Bi-Han’s muscular shoulder and fall into a satisfied sleep.

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Qixi Festival: Chinese Valentine’s Day headcanons

Qixi Festival is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month which is August 14th this year and is often referred to as Chinese Valentine’s Day, it comes from an ancient Chinese story about a heavenly fairy named Zhinü falling in love with a cow-herder named Niulang. The romance between a celestial being and a commoner from earth is forbidden however and they are cast to opposite sides of the galaxy, separated by the Milky Way. Once a year they are permitted to meet and a bridge of magpies form so that the immortal lovers can meet once more.

So, let’s see how our favorite Chinese kharacters celebrate the holiday with their s/os :) I tried to make this one gender-neutral so everyone can enjoy it, and I wrote some kharacters I’ve never written before so I really hope they turned out ok.

Bi-Han

Bi-Han isn’t really huge on romance or holidays but he does make an effort for you. He doesn’t so much care about the legend of Niulang and Zhinü but he’ll tell it to you if you ask. He remembers his mother telling the story to him and baby Kuai ages ago.

He always goes out of his way to give you lavish gifts or little gifts depending on your preference and comfort level but it almost always includes a bouquet of frozen red roses (totally not what Papa Zero got for Mama Zero) and sweets of some sort.

Bi-Han usually follows the trend of what seems to be the most popular in the department stores around Qixi Festival unless of course, he knows you don’t like what’s popular that year. He never minds shopping for you but the large crowds and long lines that come with other lovers wanting to impress their significant others does tend to frustrate him, but you’re worth the annoyance to him.

He’s a very observant man what with being an assassin so expect him to surprise you with something you’ve wanted for a long time but didn’t dare tell him for fear of the price tag If you lean towards purses you’ll wake up to a gorgeous new Louis Vuitton or Gucci purse and maybe even some matching shoes and a whole outfit if you aren’t purse inclined he’s still got you covered with a smart new wallet and belt or maybe some cool electronics you’ve been eyeing up if the traditional Qixi gifts don’t fit for you.

Depending on if you’re an introvert or an extrovert he has a nice evening planned, for our innies, he’ll cook or order in from your favorite restaurant and spoil you with all your favorite foods. For our outies you can expect a lovely night on the town, drinks at a fancy bar, dinner at your favorite restaurant, and maybe even a night of dancing since we all know Bi-Han has some pretty sick moves.

During Qixi he goes out of his way to be a bit more touchy-feely than usual and he even goes so far as to spread rose petals all over the bed you two share together even if it does make him blush a bit and make him feel kind of stupid, he’s doing it for you so he deals with the uncomfortable feelings. Bi-Han spends the rest of the night showing you how much you mean to him (ie railing you all night) and if you’re really lucky he might even whisper “wo ai ni” in your ear.

Kuai Liang

Like his big brother, romance isn’t really his thing, and if anything he’s even more awkward about it than Bi-Han is.

While Big Bro shows his feelings with expensive gifts, Kuai Liang opts for showing his feelings. He’ll stay in bed a little longer on Qixi and not wake you up at the crack of dawn for training.

He’ll wake you up with a soft kiss and wrap his strong arms around you comfortingly for a few extra moments before finally slipping out of bed to get ready for the day.

The rest of the day is largely the same as usual since Qixi isn’t a public holiday there’s no reason for the Lin Kuei to get it off either. Kuai Liang will train his students as expected and you’ll do your daily duties as well, when night comes though Kuai Liang will usher you away from the communal dining hall to his private pavilion.

It’s done up in ice flowers and frozen hearts, the scene is breathtaking. There’s a small table in the middle set for just the two of you and the two of you eat in comfort as you enjoy each other’s presence and talk to one another about your day.

There are no extravagant presents or anything like that but an evening alone with the Grandmaster is worth more than any fancy trinket to you. Like Bi-Han, Kuai Liang will spend the rest of the evening showing his feelings to you, but in a much deeper and more intimate way with little whispers of his undying love between his movements and won’t stop until you beg him to do so.

Shang Tsung

Being several centuries-old Shang is very familiar with the idea of the Qixi Festival and though he might not appear it from his rather ruthless exterior the sorcerer is actually quite fond of the festival and is quite the romantic.

If you’re unfamiliar with the story he will happily regale you with his rendition of the star-crossed lovers who are only allowed to meet once a year, he’ll weave the story over a lavish meal prepared by his servants.

Shang is traditional with his gifts and spares no expense, expect to come home to your home absolutely dripping in red roses and beautiful and elaborately woven tapestries embroidered with magpies, a nod to Zhinü’s heavenly weaving and her annual reunion with Niulang.

Being a very fashionable man Shang will spoil his s/o with lavish jewelry, he does this regardless of your gender because let's be honest, to be Shang’s significant you have to be pretty extravagant yourself since he demands perfection from his partner. Gold is always a lucky color in Chinese culture so you’ll probably find yourself dripping in delicate gold strands and only delicate gold strands.

Like Bi-Han, Shang is also a man that will express himself through his actions so prepare to be fully spoiled and satisfied in every possible way before the night is over. He’ll have you screaming his name until you’re hoarse, though of course, you don’t mind.

After he fully satisfies you and himself he’ll spend the rest of the night with his strong arms wrapped around you, whispering little praises and declarations of love. The sorcerer might be a hard catch but once you’ve caught him he’s fully dedicated and will do anything and everything to keep his s/o happy and satisfied.

Liu Kang

Being an orphan raised by the White Lotus Society monks at the Wu Shi academy Liu Kang isn’t actually familiar with Qixi Festival in the slightest, it wasn’t exactly something the monks covered in his daily training regiment. When you mention it to him however he goes out of his way to research the holiday thoroughly.

Liu Kang invites you to meet him along a lovely, picturesque river and hands you a single red rose when you join him. The two of you walk and chat pleasantly along the scenic route for quite a while before you come across a bridge, Liu Kang proudly points out the decorations that have been put up for the holiday of Zhinü and Niulang embracing atop a bridge of magpies.

He’s a very devoted lover so he takes little things seriously and wants to make sure he makes the occasion special for you since you brought it up to him. After you walk along the riverfront he surprises you by taking you to a local park where he has a romantic picnic set up for the two of you.

Rose petals are scattered along the blanket in between all your favorite dishes, the two of you enjoy your meal with happy chatter and banter, it makes you feel so special knowing Liu Kang set all of this up just for you.

After your meal, the two of you return to walking arm in arm along the river enjoying the romantic setting and just spending time together without the fears and responsibilities Liu Kang’s life usually consists of.

The romance doesn’t end with your date though, Liu Kang has one more surprise for you, after your walk, the two of you find yourself at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Liu Kang drags you into the line behind the other excited couples as he surprises you with a ring and confesses he’s been trying to find the right time to ask you to marry him for ages. You tearfully accept and can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with the Shaolin.

Kung Lao

Kung Lao is a little more worldly than Liu Kang and is vaguely aware of Qixi Festival, despite having the same upbringing as Liu Kang, he’s always been fascinated with the world outside the Shaolin. He follows the new trend in the holiday and invites you to the movies, of course, it's a sappy, romantic comedy because that’s the most fitting for the holiday.

Kung Lao being Kung Lao can’t help but make jokes throughout the movie drawing several glares and shushing from the other patrons, but his antics just make you giggle madly. You don’t really pay attention to the movie but you don’t really care, you’re just happy to spend time with Kung Lao.

Once the movie is over the two of you go back to your place and you exchange small, meaningful presents to show your love and dedication to one another, it’s a rare side of Kung Lao seeing him being so serious and dedicated to you. It’s little moments like this that you can’t help but treasure. A few steamy kisses are exchanged before Kung Lao announces he has a special meal planned for the two of you.

Kung Lao has become quite the cook despite spending most of his years at the Wu Shi Academy and he whips up a simple but scrumptious meal for the two of you, all of your favorites are crammed onto your small dining table and in the center a towering plate of egg rolls.

You can’t help but burst out laughing when you see them, you have heard Kung Lao recount the tale between him and Kano many times and egg rolls have become somewhat of a private joke between the two of you. The two of you enjoy the meal as Kung Lao regales you with one of his many stories and you listen intently, loving the way his face lights up as he excitedly tells you about the tricks he and Liu Kang used to play on the monks when they were growing up.

After dinner the two of you cuddle on your couch as Kung Lao turns uncharacteristically serious as he professes his love for you and how glad he is that the two of you don’t have to suffer the same fate as Zhinü and Niulang. You’re slightly taken aback that the story has touched Kung Lao so deeply, but you cup his cheeks and reassure him that nothing, not even the Milky Way could keep the two of you apart. He kisses you passionately before picking you up and heading to the bedroom where he continues to profess his undying love for you the rest of the night.

Tagging my BH beloveds: @icy-spicy @poor-unfortunate-soul-85 @missroro @chadillacboseman @free-the-shadows @nyxdjarin @legends-of-apex @lillikue @tora-lotus @periwinklesprinkle @justnerdthings

Special mention beloveds: @thetigerandthedoe @fromthewifecage @ayas-lair @feistyfandomthings

If I missed anyone I apologize T_T if anyone wants to be tagged in future things (assuming I get off my boyfriend’s d*ck lazy ass and actually write again) just let me know :3

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Pretty | SakuAtsu | Haikyuu!! | Tickle Fic

A/N: Ok hi so I wrote this a little while ago bc my SakuAtsu brainrot never stops and I figured I might as well share it. This is my first time posting a T-fic so please be kind lol. Also, sorry if the formatting is a mess I am on my phone.

Disclaimer: This takes place post timeskip so minor spoilers for Haikyuu! It’s nothing to major other than some vague things mentioned in passing. Also includes swearing and centers around tickling within a romantic setting (all sfw).

Summary: Sakusa’s stubborn as hell, but Atsumu is more than willing to get his boyfriend to go to sleep by whatever means necessary. Especially if that means he gets to see that pretty smile of his.

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“Ya know, yer hair is really soft Omi,” Atsumu said, breaking the calm silence that had settled over the room. It was actually Kiyoomi’s room in his apartment this time. Atsumu was lying on his bed, running his hands through Kiyoomi’s dark curls as the other man laid across the bed, head placed conveniently in the setter’s lap as he attempted to read a book. He was far too tired to do so, in Atsumu’s professional opinion. The way his eyes kept falling shut for longer between blinks and how his grip on the hardcover kept shifting until he was barely holding it open where it lay against his propped up legs supported it too.

“You already- said that,” he replied, trying for flat and uninterested but the cute yawn that interrupted his sentence completely contradicted his unbothered persona.

It’d been a long practice for everyone, but especially the spikers. Both Bokuto and Sakusa had to run an insane amount of cut shot drills on top of their usual work. Just watching it had made Atsumu tired, so he could only imagine how Omi was feeling. The man had been practically dead on his feet when they’d gotten back to their complex, so the way he had melted into their bed upon finally brushing his teeth was unsurprising. His attempts at staying up were though. Atsumu blamed that on his insistence on keeping his routine no matter what.

The stubborn bastard could barely keep his eyes open, but sure, making it through a whole chapter of that thick ass book was totally plausible.

“It’s true though,” Atsumu was quiet for a moment and then, when he got no response he added on, “and it’s so pretty too,” For that he received a half hearted glare that was dampened by the way he could feel the man leaning into his touch as his fingertips scratched lightly again his scalp. The twin smiled, his boyfriend really lost his filter when he was this tired.

Gone were the biting remarks and cold expressions, leaving him far more pliant than he would ever admit to. Hell, here he was, letting Atsumu play with his hair and letting out little sighs of contentment. His eyes were even gradually falling closed as he relaxed into his boyfriend’s touch.

The harsh lines of his face were softened by the low light in the bed room, and with his brows uncreased by any worries and his hair pooled around his head like a dark halo, he looked almost angelic. Like something out of one of those fancy paintings.

“Yer so pretty Omi,” Atsumu murmured absently, the words falling from his lips easily. It was a statement to him. A simple truth of life.

The sky was blue, volleyball was the best, and Atsumu’s boyfriend was a damn masterpiece.

This was only proved further when his cheeks began to warm, the pink flush only complimenting smooth skin and pouty lips, twitching down into a petulant frown despite his flustered state.

“Shut it,” he mumbled in reply, unable to come up with a proper comeback in his half asleep state. Atsumu smirked. Another thing he loved about sleepy Omi was his inability to disguise any of his reactions. It always made messing him even more fun.

“Omiiii, Yer so cute m’gonna dieeeeee,” he teased, leaning down to admire his expression more closely. The new angle let him see the minuscule twitch of the corner of his lips, a sign that his adorable boyfriend wasn’t really as grumpy as he was trying to appear, “Aw is that a smile I see?” Said boyfriend had abandoned all hopes of reading his book in favor of moving off of Atsumu’s lap and onto his side of the bed, laying back and closing his eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Atsumu,” he stated, his voice still managing to stay level and unaffected, a true testament to Sakusa’s insane amount of self control, “Now its late, let’s go to sleep,” Too bad Atsumu was too much of an asshole to let him be. And, he knew him well enough to chip away at that carefully crafted mask until his boyfriend was puddy in his hands.

Miya pouted and moved closer, letting his right hand come back up to rest in his curls again and the other land at his back, rubbing slow circles into it the way he knew Sakusa liked.

“Oh c’mon baby don’t be like that, I just want ta see that gorgeous smile of yers,” he let his chin rest on Kiyoomi’s shoulder, pressing close to his back as his arm trailed down to wrap around his waist. He placed a light kiss against his boyfriend’s temple. The first in a trail that led down his cheek to his jaw and then took a detour down and up his neck to reach his ear again, earning soft sighs and hums as he went. Atsumu smiled, his Omi really was sweet like this: All peaceful and relaxed and unassuming, “Do me a favor and lemme see it?”

He shifted from kissing at his neck to mouthing lightly and letting his lips graze the expanse of soft pale skin at his disposal and the reaction was immediate, even if Sakusa tried to hide it. Sure, he stayed quiet, but Atsumu could feel the shivers that ran through him when he started and how his shoulders began to shake the longer he went on. He felt him jump when he let the fingers at his waist trace lazy shape into his toned stomach.

“Atsumu-“ His name was rushed out in a breathy way that only Atsumu got to hear.

“Yes Omi?” He purred, directly into his boyfriends ear, savoring the little squeak that came from the man shaking in his arms.

“N-no,” he whined, actually whined, shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the tingly sensations that were quickly perforating his sleep addled mind and making him want to give into the bouncy feeling rising in his chest.

“Why not Omi? M’just tryin ta kiss ya?” He followed his movements easily, continuing the playful torment of his boyfriend.

“You- you know exActly whehy not!” The squeak was louder this time and Kiyoomi even let a few titters loose as Atsumu started using his other hand to lightly scribble at the other side of his neck while simultaneously blowing into his ear.

“Ooh was that a giggle there Omi? What’s happenin’ baby? Somethin’ funny?” Atsumu knew that if he could, Sakusa would be griping about the teasing and how this whole thing was immature and unfair. For now though, he was too busy trying (and failing) not to devolve into a ticklish mess, so Miya was content.

“Nahaha stahahap yohuhu bahahastard!” He forced out through his giggles. The sound was light and filled with gasping breathes and squeals. Kiyoomi hated it, but it was one of Atsumu’s favorite sounds. Especially when he knew he was the cause of it.

Whether it came from unraveling him like this or timing a sarcastic joke just right, he savored it each time he got to hear it, so he didn’t appreciate it when both ungloved hands flew up to muffle it.

“Hey what’dya do that for?” He asked, his own pout forming on his lips as he leaned up to see his boyfriend’s face. His eyes were squeezed shut again and the flush was even brighter now. What was really captivating though, was the way his whole face seemed to brighten, even with his open mouth smile covered up.

Atsumu couldn’t help but stop and stare for a few seconds before remembering the task at hand. To see that pretty smile for real.

“C’mon Omi, just pull yer hands away or m’gonna haveta resort to extreme measures,” Atsumu increased his effort at leaving barely there kisses along Kiyoomi’s neck, feeling his heart race against his lips when he reached the pulse point. This got a cacophony of muffled squeaks and giggles before he finally gave into instinct and moved one of his hands away to push at his face.

As soon as it came up, Atsumu saw his chance and took it.

The hand that was drawing shivery patterns over sharp hip bones immediately skittered up Sakusa’s side to find its mark just above his ribs, sending the arm crashing right back down with a muffled shriek.

“Pffft phmp uff,” Came the dampened response as the other hand stayed stubborn in its quest to deprive Atsumu of his happiness. He decided to take it up another notch, because despite his tiredness, his Omi-Omi was still able to put up a good fight. He wouldn’t have him any other way: As headstrong as he was talented.

“Fine, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” Atsumu leaned back just enough to leave some space between himself and Kiyoomi’s back. For insurance and safety purposes, he threw a leg over his waist to make sure he would fall off the bed.

Then all bets were off.

He started actually scratching at his armpits in tandem with leaving sloppy kisses along his spine and shoulder blades and any other part of his back he could reach at the moment, and the reaction was instantaneous and oh so satisfying.

“Mmmmphhhuhuhuck AtsuhuHU! NaHAHA STAHAP!”

“What babe? Somethin’ wrong?” He made sure to speak against the skin of his back, his words sending ticklish tremors through Kiyoomi as his worst spot was attacked.

“NOHOHOT THEHERE AHATSUHU!” Something seemed to switch off in his brain as his arms finally fell limp at his sides and he threw his head back against the pillows, laughing fully now. When they did, Atsumu immediately toned it down, abandoning his underarm in favor of leaving feather light scratches down the sides of his boyfriend’s back, making him shiver and keeping him caught up in his giggles without torturing him too bad.

Omi could never say that he was anything but nice about this....Well at least at this particular moment. Sakusa definitely kept a dated list of the times that his boyfriend had ruthlessly abused this specific weakness, but that was besides the point.

“Ahatsuhuhu,” Atsumu looked up at the sound of his name falling from upturned lips and found himself mesmerized by the sight.

Now that Kiyoomi had given up on stopping him he’d shifted to flop down on his stomach, bracing his head on his arms as he tried to contain the shaky laughter still spilling easily from his mouth. His hair was tousled from the struggle and his eyes were teary from laughing so hard and he was in an eternal state of flushed and fuck he was beautiful.

Too pretty for his own good. And Atsumu’s. At this rate, he was gonna die before he got to the Olympics.

He could just see it now: Miya Atsumu, beloved son, brother, boyfriend, and teammate. Cause of death: Seeing his godlike boyfriend laugh his heart out.

Shit, ‘Samu was right, he was whipped.

“Tsuhuhuhumuuu, m’tired,” Whiny giggles followed by a familiar yawn brought him out of his thoughts and he let his fingers slow to a stop, moving up in the bed to be beside his still giggling boyfriend. He turned him over onto his back before placing his book onto the nights stand and turning out the light.

“A-asshole,” Sakusa groaned, through breathy pants, giving him a half-hearted shove as he turned to face the blonde.

“But ya love me,” he teased moving in closer to lay his head on the dark haired man’s chest, listening patiently as his heartbeat finally started to slow down.

“You suck,” he murmured in response, his tone empty of any real malice. Plus, the way he was snuggling closer and lacing their hands together across Atsumu’s waist contradicted his words anyway.

Atsumu smiled and took a final look at his boyfriend before closing his eyes to follow him into sleep. And as a man of a limited vocabulary when it came to most things other than volleyball, his last thoughts prior to drifting off were as simple as they were true: Omi’s so pretty.

#sakuatsu #ticklish!Sakusa #haikyuu! tickle fic #tickle fic #tickle #tickles #tickling #fanfiction #haikyuu!!#thanks for reading

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Another Batch of Vignettes [1 of 5][Heartslabyul]

Y'all know the drill. I talk a lot. Everything's under the cut.

Ignorance No Inconvenience | Riddle - Uniform

Riddle said: I am that bitch never will not be that bitch

Periodt

DAMN RIDDLE

NAH NAH NAH

IM COMING FOR YA ANKLES

THATS SOME "Teacher! Your forgot to collect the homework!" TYPE SHIT

Sweets? I'm listening

Cater I swear. You don't even like sweets.

HELLO? FEET OUT OF THE EYES???????

Y'all need to stay out of the short king's way.

I hate Cater's case highkey

ACE

DON'T BE FUCKEN RUDE

Riddle said: "I'm not like Azul's cheating ass"

Don't Say A Word | Riddle - PE Uniform

Riddle writing all this down in his little notebook

KALIM

oh this music is a lil boop

Riddle

Riddle you know Kalim's thought's don't process like that

JAMIL

skdaldasj

Babysitting lol

KALIM SHUSH

Thank you, Jamil.

Shiteeee let's dance, Kalim! Aye aye aye

Listen, at least Jamil is up front about it.

Okay but what about when the hands come for you, Riddle? What then?

That Was My Intuition (Part One) | Riddle - Labwear

OHHHH RIDDLE'S ROOM

Bitch lemme take a nap in that bed.

hehe "dawdle"

Azul be on some shit, but he's the type to make sure he's got some loophole bs going on.

Oh timeskip

OH NO TREY IS SICK

GET THE SOUP

GET THE CRACKERS

THE GINGER ALE

PUT SOME CARTOONS ON

MAKE SURE HE TAKES A NAP

AND IF THAT DOESN'T FIX IT

Plan his funeral.

Trey you are deadass sick

Sneezing on the food and shit

Nah go get the sick note to go back to the dorms.

RIDDLE IN THE LIBRARY TRYING TO HELP ASLASKM

Oh no... Riddle you're one of the ones who can't cook.

OH NO

NOT HIM

ANYONE BUT LILIA

WHO CAN'T FUCKEN COOK AT ALL

HOW DID SILVER SURVIVE

What do you mean there's no book on regular soup

To the Soup Store!

NOOOOOOOOO

LILIA OMG

THEY'RE GONNA KILL TREY

Only the Garden Roses (Part One) | Riddle - Dorm Uniform

Time to study besties!

Shush Trey! Don't speak it into existence.

Bitch EZ? Shut the fuck up.

Riddle, an empath, sensing a cloud of dismay over Cater and Trey.

Yeah Trey running your mouth for what?

Cater, fending off Trey and Riddle: LISTEN

Not y'all trying to get me to learn your magic formulas

No thank you, I don't like math.

The Riddle Rosehearts helping with our homework? Blessed.

Oh no. Not the Library.

THING 2

DEUCE YOUR BRICK WALL LIKE CHEST KNOCKED RIDDLE OFF HIS FEET

Grimoires? I'm-

At this point, make some copies of that bitch.

Lemme get a study guide.

Only the Garden Roses (Part Two) | Riddle - Dorm Uniform

Damn this hallway is bumping

WHAT 300 PAGE TEXTBOOK

RIDDLE RELAX

AAAA

SO MUCH IS HAPPENING

Oop not the tantrum

Okay but why 300?

Cater, just spilt that bitch up by the 4 of you.

TABLE OF CONTENTS???????????

NOT THE ACADMIC DISHONSTY

(I said that like we didn't cheat LMAO)

The fucken hastags

But Riddle seasoned food is the boom dot com

Trey don't ask him that like you didn't just do something.

Only The Garden Roses (Part Three) | Riddle - Dorm Uniform

MY BOY CATER IS ZONKED

CATER DON'T RIDDLE IS GONNA APPEAR FROM THE HEGEDS

I FUCKEN CALLED IT

Cater... we've already talked about this. Sweet talkin' does nothing on Riddle.

But you are correct. He is cute as a button.

RIDDLE HAS A MAGICAM ACCOUNT

CATER IS BIG SHOOK

HE SAID: "You better put push notifications on."

IM LIVIN'

OMG HE TURNED ON POST NOTIFICATIONS LMAO

...chile

BITCH THE FUCKN HASHTAGS

Oh Cater's room looks real chill. That's def that spot to hang out and vibe.

HEHEHEHEHEHE SO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW CATER

Awww this is really cute actually.

AAAAAAAAAYYYYYEEEEE LETS FUCKEN GO CATER

GALAXY BRAIN ACTIVE

(Everyone should play NEO: The World Ends With You)

A PANCAKE CAFE LETS GO BESTIES

Finna smack them back like a heart attack

MY JAW IS DROPPED

The Very Picture of Innocence | Ace - Uniform

They should add the Master of Master

But we don't really know where he stands so-

Lemme get a tart, Trey

Ooooh the Trey smirk

(NOT ME LOOKING FOR MY FUCKEN PHONE WHICH IS PLAYING THE VIGNETTES)

We should take a field trip to Trey's patisserie.

Baby's in the family: unite.

Trey being the normal one.

Or or, and hear me out Trey, we're just tryna pass

LMAO

That was a terrible way to bring that up, Ace.

Ace it would have been easier just to look the answers up online.

Y'all must have a Quizlet equivalent.

Ace, just do the little bit of studying to get the basically answers.

Ace, Ace, Ace.

The way you and Deuce are always in my house.

I call y'all Thing 1 and Thing 2 for a reason.

One With The Wind | Deuce - Uniform

LIKE A SWORD, I'M DRAWN

INTO THE HEAT OF DAY

LIKE KNGHT, I'LL FIGHT

UNTIL THE FIGHT IS WON

Anyway, Sonic moment over.

Where is Volleyball. I want to see my boys.

Oh its BEEN in

Ace stop lying.

Deuce is a runner y'all

HELL YEAH

Let Deuce keep a little bit of his delinquency

Deuce personal space.

I'm sure they are very cool, but not with this fresh press.

You should talk him for a spin Deuce :)

I'M THE KNIGHT OF THE WIND

HURRICANE DEUCE

JDJAJDAKDKJK;AK;ASKD;

THE KNIGHT OF THE WIND

Rosaria the Wall Painting | Cater - Uniform

Kalim!

Cater, there's not much going on up there. Ofc he accepted.

Really do not care about these talking portraits

ajnjasdad

NOT HOT AND RICH BEING THE MAIN FACTORS

Leona my beloved...

LEONA MY BELOVED

Leona you don't own the place either tho...

Leona, who was raised right, drinking his respect woman juice.

Cater being like: "might fuck around and spill some tea"

Cater you fucked it up

OH NO THE BABYSITTERS HAVE ARRIVED

Leona you deadass don't have any other hiding spots.

Y'all need to either just study or up your cheating game

Trey-tor! | Cater - PE Uniform

TEN LAPS AROUND THE CAMPUS???

Fuck that I'm walking the whole thing.

It's the rhymes for me

TREY WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THIS TOGETHER

THIS IS PRIME GOSSPING TIME

Oh that's dumb smart

How has no one seen this yet?

RIDDLE I SPOKE TOO SOON

NOT RIDDLE FROM ABOVE WITH THE METAL CHAIR

TREY FROM THE BEHIND?

RIDDLE NOT YOU FUCKEN SNITCHING

Damn he had to do 15 total laps

Can he get some water too? damn

We'll fuck Cater then, huh Try?

Grk! (Part One) | Cater - Labwear

Oop who we working with

Oh this is going to be a fucken disaster

NOT POSTING A PIC WITHOUT A FILTER LMAO

AAA

GET YO FUCKEN DOG BITCH

OH WAIT THATS CREWEL

looks away as to not look disrespectfully at Crewel

Not more learning uuuhsadjda

Bitch not #Mandy

Lilia's being smaller like: "I am a magical beast wtf"

and Vil's being glossy like: "Nah bitch was not about to come from me without shining to the nines"

And here comes the disaster

All for some likes

GIRL IS THAT DEATH BY GLAMOUR ITS POSING TO KADLMLADJAKJASDK

looks up what voguing is

also looks up what house dance is

yeah the origins are on brand

OH SHIT LILIA'S IS DOING THE POP LOCK AND DROP IT AYE AYE AYE

NOT TO BE CONTINUED

Grk! (Part Two) | Cater - Labwear

LETS FUCKEN GO BESTIES WE'RE BACK

ULTRA PINK WITH THE ANIME EYES

wait a minute

Okay yes you have two big sister

THIS IS A HOUSE DOMINATED BY PINK

Girl "cut the mustard"?????

Okay now I'm understanding Trey a lil bit more

GIRL BADICAL????

Oooo Deep Crimson with the Card Motif

With the Guitar? Slay.

Cater stop while you're ahead

Oh forsoh Cater's smile is a fucken lie.

Cater's Overblot when?

LILA WITH THE METHINKS

Really had to pull out the happiness to fake those three mandrakes

Cater... how many did you make...

AND I OOP

NOT Y'ALL SITTING THERE LETTING HIM DO THAT AND THEN FUCKING THROWING HIM UNDER THE BUS

I GOTTA GOOOOOO

damn they're fucking right tho

I woulda left Cater on his own too

We stan #Mandy

Cater if you don't stop.

freaking smize

Open Your Mouths

Why are y'all brushing y'all teeth in the fucking lounge

You wanna sleep with Turkey aftertaste, Ace?

A Wild Trey has appeared!

Trey...

Ah.

Trey has Older Sibling Disease

Ace, he's an older sibling. You literally cannot butter him up. He will always see through it.

How are they? HOW HARD ARE Y'ALL BRUSHING Y'ALLS TEETH???

...Trey you do what?

Omg Deuce is really into it

NOT THE YES MOM

How much have we learned today, y'all?

Ramblings Masterlist

#waffle plays twsted #twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #jamil viper #lilia vanrouge #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #vil shoenheit

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"Life" Update - May 2021

This is the last of the three updates I have to post at the moment. If anyone actually reads these, especially in one go, you really do deserve a medal and I have no idea what I have done to deserve your kindness and support but THANK YOU SO MUCH (to all of you who are here, you are all truly wonderful and amazing) Okay, let's get going....

I suppose the title is a bit, well, overkill. To say that anyone has been had any sort of "life" over the past year would be a huge misuse of the word. The global pandemic has, quite literally, turned life upside down for the vast majority of people and I know that lockdowns, especially in the UK, have meant that anything other than what was deemed "essential" has been off the cards, which has hit us all hard.

I personally found it quite difficult whilst I was in hospital as although on the one hand it was good to know that there wasn't much that you were missing out on whilst locked on a ward with 15 minutes fresh air (if you were lucky), it did make it hard to find/hold onto motivation at times. Coupled with the fear of how my dad's condition would progress, whether he would make it and what sort of home life I would be going back to; the world suddenly felt even noisier than it had before (which I didn't think was really possible). The situation seemed to further heighten my fears as well as add to them. I found my mind was swamped with so many questions and fears, to then be asked about my future/what I wanted to do with my life (that classic question) and what my motivations were to get better, was too much. I fell blank.

I had completely lost myself and any shed of hope that was left inside of me. I tried to put on a smile; paint a different picture to the outside world but inside I was dark. I was hollow. I was empty.

What was the point? You never know what is waiting around the corner; everything can turn upside down overnight. What kind of 'life' would there be going back to anyway? Would it be possible to go to University anymore or would there still be multiple restrictions in place? would that make the huge financial costs worth it? What sort of society will we be coming out of the pandemic anyway? Will we even come out of this? Will people ever go back to offices again? Will we be able to see friends soon or go out to places? What about travelling? Fun? LIFE?

I found depression swamped me more than ever after dad's accident. I was trying to hold myself together for mum but I was losing all hope of anything ever being 'the same' or 'okay' again. In the end, the only reason I accepted the admission was for mum - I wanted to be able to support her with dad in hospital and us not know what the future held; as much as I wished I could be there all the time, I knew in the state I was that I couldn't. Initially I was told the admission would be a short one, that I could then go back home to support my mum through the family trauma...but that 4 weeks soon turned into over 8 months, which I still can't believe.

Gosh, I am sorry, I seem to have got a little distracted. This was meant to be the POSITIVE update. So let's get to those bits...

NEWS ONE: I HAVE A JOB (starting in Sept)

So whilst in hospital my consultant kept trying to get me to think about what I wanted to do with my life (just the small questions you know *lol*) - in her eyes she thought it would be risky to go back to University to do neuroscience/a degree so intense, and that instead I should think about doing something more creative, taking small steps to get a part time job and then go from there - which, as much as I hated to admit, I agreed with. However after one particularly bad run-in with the nutritionist when she decided to tell me that she didn't think I could achieve a life beyond Anorexia (it must have been mid-way-ish through my admission) blah blah blah (I get that she could have been trying to motivate me but there is a way to go about it and then there are ways to really not go about it and she chose the latter). Anyway, I was rather angry/mad and ended up doing basically trying to prove everyone wrong and started doing some research into my different options...

Long story short: I ended up applying to a degree apprenticeship scheme in business management...I've never really considered something like this before, perhaps partially because at school they drilled into me that business was a "soft" subject as it would not be looked upon very highly for Oxbridge applications *rolls eyes*. Thankfully I did a lot of research into Degree Apprenticeships a few years ago so I knew where to look online. Anyway, back to this application. I ended up going through the process/tests, somehow managing to make it through the initial online stages, then just before I was discharged I was invited to a online interview!

I only had a few days to do the interview before it timed out so I actually ended up doing it In the end the day after I was discharged (not ideal) and I was convinced that I had messed it up as it was one of those ones where you get shown the question for around 30 seconds before being given 2 minutes to respond - i.e. stress.pressure.anxiety.stumbling over words. HORRENDOUS.

I somehow passed the interview and the reviews before being invited to an online assessment centre in Feb, which spanned a whole day and included multiple interviews (the first was a strengths based interview with 2 interviewers for just over an hour - yuck!!!) as well as a presentation which we were given 24hrs in advance to prepare for (we were given 4 'topics'/questions and had to answer all of them in a 15 minute window using aids if we chose to, again to 2 (different) interviewers before having a 45 minute further interview - double yuck!)

Dare I say that I actually enjoyed the preparation for the presentation and the interviews?! It was so nice to have a focus and something to be working on that I was actually really beginning to connect with/want/see myself doing. The interviews and presentation themselves? HORRIBLE but the process reignited something within me. After the assessment centre day we were told it could be 7-10 working days to hear back from them - waiting for anything like this is just the worst so I wasn't looking forward to it and tried not to get my hopes up as these schemes are ridiculously hard to get into... Well, I got the call the next day saying that they were so impressed and out of something like 14,000 applications, I was offered one of the spaces on the scheme!! - I honestly still can't believe it and imposter syndrome is v real -

I know at the beginning of this I sounded very blase about the whole thing but as I progressed through the process, as I read more about the scheme and the business and what it would entail, the more I began to get excited. The more I realised how interesting it was and what an amazing opportunity it would be for me.

Despite this, I was also at the time, finishing up yet another an application to University (for the millionth time, I swear I must be a pro at these personal statements by now) this time for psychology and behavioural studies. This was before I got the offer of the degree apprenticeship scheme, which I knew was a long shot with only a handful of places given for thousands of applicants, so I felt I had to keep my options open (Neuro is still an area of fascination to me but not so much with the INTENSE LEVEL of physiology and pharmacology that I was doing at Bristol. Yes bits of it were good and interesting but that degree was ridiculous and, again, I felt far more drawn towards the behavioural studies and psychology when researching into Universities). I ended up getting 3 offers, 1 interview for Cambridge and 1 rejection (ironically from Bristol, even with my recommendation/support being from my previous personal tutor at Bristol!) - so I suddenly had options. And then the offer from the degree apprenticeship came through and there were even more options to choose from.

It honestly felt so surreal (and still does).

In the end, after a lot of thinking and debating and researching and talking, I decided to withdraw my University application and I accepted the degree apprenticeship role. Overall it is such an incredible opportunity that I knew I couldn't turn down, whereas University will always be there. I am actually getting a little excited about it (as well as extremely nervous, but I must say that the company has made a really positive/good impression thus far, even as far as creating MH podcasts with a psychologist for us and offering things like zoom baking sessions!).

So what is this degree apprenticeship? In short, it is a 3 year course during which I will have a Monday to Friday job at the company (for which the office is actually commutable from home - it is about 1hrs drive, which is not the best but it does mean that I can stay at home for at least the first year and there is a train I could get if I was too tired to do the drive all the time. As much as staying at home is not my long term plan it might help with the transition back to work/education to have a bit of stability and the support). During the first 2 years at the company we do four separate 6 month rotations in different areas to get lots of experience (marketing, supply chain, sales etc) whilst in the final year you get to put in a preference for where you would like to work for the year long placement. During this, every 6 or 7 weeks, we have to spend a week at University (which is not in commutable distance at all so the the company pays for our accommodation, travel and food during this time). As far as I have been told, we also get time during the working week allocated to do Uni work as well as our standard 'desk' jobs. Oh and not to mention one of the biggest sellers for degree apprenticeships....the company is basically sponsoring you so pays ALL of your tuition fees PLUS a basic salary! This means that you come out, in this case, with a Chartered business management degree, 3 years of hands-on work experience, as well as you being pretty much guaranteed a job within the company AND no student debt!!! How incredible is that? PLUS one big perk of the job is that they allow dogs in the office - I mean how could I say no to that?!!!!

So yes, by some magical miracle I actually have a job lined up for September! It still doesn't feel real and I am yet to fully process it. They don't know how it will be affected by COVID but the company did continue the programme last year (unlike some that postponed) so fingers crossed all should be going ahead. I have 'met' the other 4(?) who are on the scheme at my office as well and they seem lovely (including one other person who is my age/slightly older - which was such a relief as I was worried about it being only people just out of college).

I realise that it is going to be tough, I do not underestimate that at all, but I couldn't let anorexia still yet ANOTHER life milestone and opportunity away from me. There was a lot of questioning as to whether I should take it or not; I went back and forth between many spreadsheets that I made but I think this opportunity far outweighs going back to University. I have tried that route twice already and had to leave because of everything/haven't really coped (I think in some ways, being at Uni there is TOO MUCH free time and it allowed my perfectionism to run riot as I always felt like I was 'behind' in one way or another?). And that is not to mention that if I was going back to University, I would need to spend another 3-4 years studying, I would leave with little work experience or job in mind at the age of 29/30 with a mountain of debt.... And as I said before, I can always go back to University if I want to in the future/re train if I decide to, but this opportunity with a global company, well, this will never ever come my way again.

So yes that is my BIG BIG news. But I also have one more bit of news....

I'm getting a kitten. Yes, A KITTEN!!!!! I have so much more to say on this but for now you will have to wait and see. Photos will come when SHE does (a couple of weeks now)!!!

#personal #update #long #sorry I am no good at writing short posts anymore #well I never was #but this is my big news #TWO BITS OF BIG NEWS #ive still been baking and crocheting #and have taken up some gardening #and just generally trying to muddle through each day to be honest with you

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