#boops you better be worth it

[onioneyez]

There was almost a Calamity when I tried to update the app to see what everyone was talking about

#boops you better be worth it #I did hate poking on Facebook because there were no social rules around it so you just ended up getting poked by your elderly relatives #I made an account called Thee Bear so people would poke it #I should have just called it The Bear that’s my biggest regret #but let’s not be too hasty!! #could be fun #I hear there’s paws #then again ​this may be like the time I joined ok Cupid just to see what was out there and then shortly afterward quit and came out as aro #edit: jk I like it

[slttygeto]

°˖➴ when your baby …— (JJK MEN)

જ⁀➴ featuring: nanami kento, kamo choso, fushiguro toji, geto suguru and gojo satoru.

જ⁀➴ word count: 2,6k

જ⁀➴ tags: fluff, pregnancy, birth, babies, domestic jjk men, they're all your husbands, them being perfect.

જ⁀➴ note: not proofread, some of these are a bit unrealistic, but keep in mind that it's fiction and i don't have a baby.

°˖➴ when your baby smiles for the first time: [nanami kento]

Birth was a blessing in itself, but having a partner as supportive as Kento made everything worth it, down to the sleepless nights you have been spending trying to get used to your baby’s constant need to be cuddled, fed and taken care of. You were frustrated, it was pretty evident by the tears welling up in your eyes every two seconds along with how you simply refused to be near anyone but your baby and Kento. Thankfully, he was always the one coaxing you to get out of the bed and sit on the balcony, have a full meal and relax while he took care of the baby.

On the outside, it seemed as though Kento had everything under control, and that nothing could affect him as long as you were okay. He never cried when you did (beside when he held the baby for the first time), and he made sure to validate your every frustration and fear, all while telling you that everything will be okay.

Which brings us to this moment, with both of you sitting on the couch with your baby on his lap. One of your favorite things about these nights was that Kento never skipped them and always made sure to play with your baby for a bit before helping you put her to bed. Even when he was incredibly exhausted.

Kento rocked your baby back and forth, enjoying the happy and curious noises leaving your daughter’s mouth. Your husband’s pointer was gently tracing her face, humming a soft tune about how adorable she was all while helping her be more aware of her body.

“And those are your eyes,” his tired voice came out. “And this is your nose,” accompanied with a boop, “and those are your precious cheeks,” a laugh escaped his lips when your daughter seemed to try to escape from the ticklish feeling of his finger and you chuckled at the scene. Your happiness was so contagious that your daughter’s lips twitched and a giggle escaped her lips.

“Oh,” Kento paused his movements but it only seemed to make your daughter giggle even more. “Look at you,” a smile broke on your husband’s face and he leans down to brush his nose against hers. “Is daddy your favorite comedian already?” And the louder her giggles got, the harder it was for your husband to contain his own laughter. He throws his head back on the couch and closes his eyes, and when he leans back down towards your baby girl, her smile only gets bigger and bigger.

You bring your legs up to your chest and watch the scene unfold with a heart full of love and adoration for your husband and the human being you both created. And when Nanami notices your silence, he supports his baby girl’s head with one hand and reaches his free hand towards your leg to caress it.

“Are you okay, darling?” To which you flash him with a smile that Kento could only describe as one that filled his heart to the brim.

“Never been better.”

°˖➴ when your baby first rolls over: [kamo choso]

You were well aware of how anxious and easily nervous your husband could get. Throughout your entire pregnancy, you were never allowed to be even a foot away from him. On a normal day, you would’ve asked for personal space, but lucky Choso, your pregnancy hormones seemed to make you even more attached to him.

Now that your baby boy was here, all of that anxiety and nervousness was doubled. Instead of worrying about one person and a bump, Choso had to make sure you and your baby were both okay all while trying not to tire himself to stay awake for you two. Night feeds were usually his favorite time of the day, despite your tired self and the sleepiness on your face, watching you try to hold your baby while feeding him always made him lean towards you and press a kiss to your forehead.

Your baby was about three months old when Choso started becoming even more involved with diaper and outfit changing. Not that he didn’t want to at the beginning, you were always far too nervous to let him do anything unsupervised. Your baby was currently on the bed while his father reached for the outfit that he laid out for him. And while Choso was always super careful, you had called out his name before walking into the room and so he turns his head to the door and is confused when you’re wide eyed and staring at the bed.

“What?”

“Look- the baby, Choso!” He turns to stare at his son and is pleasantly surprised when he notices that his son had fully rolled over and was now on his stomach. Your husband doesn’t say a thing as your baby makes noises, almost complaining to you both that he wasn’t seeing you and that his muscles were still too weak to support his head, so Choso rolls him on his back and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“…don’t you think it’s too soon for him to try to leave mid-conversation?”

“Baby,” you let out a chuckle. “I’m sure that’s not what he meant.”

“He’s moving too quickly! What do you mean he was able to roll over?” Your husband complains and he slowly dresses up your son.

“It just means our baby is healthy and functioning well.”

“Yeah,” Choso says softly before picking up your baby. “Our baby.”

°˖➴ when your baby starts crawling: [fushiguro toji]

Toji always thought that he didn’t deserve a second chance at life. He simply thought it was too late to start over, that was until he met you and you made him realize that ‘too late’ didn’t really have a place in your dictionary. You made him experience everything all over again; from falling in love to raising two healthy babies along with Megumi and Tsumiki. You gave him a second chance at being a father all while helping him fix his relationship with his kids.

You always made sure to help Tsumiki and Megumi with their homework while Toji stayed with your baby boy and baby girl. He would sit on the floor and watch as they struggled to even hold up their heads and try to reach for him.

“Come on now, I know you can do it,” Toji held the toy your baby boy was whining to his father to give him, and your husband was very stubborn about what his kids were capable of. Tsumiki and Megumi were already excelling at different sports and even academically, and despite you trying to convince your husband that your babies were only six months old, he wouldn’t listen.

Shifting his attention from his son to his daughter, he reaches for the toy in her hands and slowly takes it away from her. He watches as a pout forms on her lips and her eyes get teary almost immediately, and Toji has never believed in mother instinct as much as right now, because you burst out of the study room at the same time as your baby girl crying.

“Toji,” your disappointed tone as you walked towards the scene made the man turn back towards his babies.

“I just think they should be crawling by now.”

“They need time baby,” you step behind him and look over your baby girl who was trying to rub her teary eyes. “You can try by setting it in front of her, then she can try reaching for it.”

Your husband does as he is told and completely forgets about his son’s toy. Too focused on getting your daughter to move towards her toy, he fails to notice his son slowly crawling towards him to retrieve the small item sitting next to him but you do.

“Oh!” your gasp catches your husband’s attention and he immediately notices his son. “Come on baby! Good job!” Toji doesn’t waste time and turns back towards your daughter, gently coaxing her into moving towards her toy.

“Come on baby girl, come on,” it is very rare for Toji to be smiling so softly but whenever he was with his kids, his cheeks would end up hurting him from smiling too much.

Your daughter’s attention quickly shifts towards the person that walks out of the study room, and when her eyes fall on Megumi, a giggle escapes her lips and she starts moving towards her older brother. You and Toji watch in awe as Megumi sits cross legged on the floor and talks very softly to his baby sister, words of encouragement leaving his lips as your baby girl stops a couple of times and whines at the difficult task at hand.

“Just a bit more, come on,” But once in Megumi’s arms, the boy holds her carefully before walking back towards you and his dad. Toji stands up with his younger son in his arms before patting Megumi’s head.

“Good job, boy. You did well.” To which Megumi responds to with a shy nod before handing you his baby sister.

Moments like these sure made it feel like everything in life was worth it.

°˖➴ when your baby says their first word: [geto suguru]

You never knew you could fall in love twice until you saw your husband become a father to your beautiful baby girls. Not only was he supportive, which was obviously the bare minimum, he still managed to be present for all three of his girls at the same time. The girls were obsessed with their father, and rightfully so, but something you truly admired about your husband was that he made sure to include himself during their play time.

And despite your attempts at convincing him that play time meant playing with dolls and plushies, Suguru was adamant on teaching his little girls very interesting words that had their tiny eight month old brains almost short circuit.

“Sugu, easy there. They can’t possibly know what pontificate means.” You say followed with a low chuckle, watching as the man sat down on the floor with his legs spread wide open for his two girls to sit in the space there and glance at the book their father was holding.

“My girls are smart like their parents,” your husband says with a serious look on his face. “I need their first words to be something smart, something big…”

“I need something that screams Beyoncé,” you say jokingly and your husband shoots you a playful glare.

“Be serious.”

You squat in front of your baby girls and it immediately shifts their attention from the book Suguru was holding and you smile at that. You instinctively open your arms and wait for them to crawl towards you, but instead one of the girls looks back at Suguru and waits for him to look down at her.

“Mama,” your little girl turns to her sister before staring at you and starts crawling towards you and your jaw almost touches the floor.

“Did you just say mama?”

“Mamama,” your other daughter mimics her sister and tries to escape Suguru’s hold, but he catches her in his arms and his happiness seems to be a lot more obvious than yours.

“Yeah baby, that’s mama! She said mama, did you hear that?” You grab your baby girl who was crawling towards you and grin at your husband.

“Didn’t you say you wanted their first word to be something big?”

“You’re their everything, so it is something big.” There was no doubt that you picked the right person to father your children.

°˖➴ when your baby starts walking: [gojo satoru]

You’ve always known that your baby was going to be as hyper as Satoru. Ever since he was in the womb, your baby would not stop moving and kicking, it even resulted in him almost wrapping the umbilical cord around his neck but thankfully, the birth went great and he came out as healthy as ever.

Despite being so sure that the baby would be a carbon copy of his father, your baby boy ended up taking your every facial feature. Satoru couldn’t deny that he wished his baby had his white hair, but something about having a second human looking exactly like you melted his heart. But that was literally the only thing the baby had about you, just the looks. Because God, was he an active baby.

He was holding his head up and rolling on his stomach faster than you had expected, and since Satoru loved to test his boy’s limits, your baby ended up crawling soon after. Not even two months later, your baby was saying his first words and all you could do was nod and smile as people told you how unique your baby was, and a part of you could only wish that you would shelter him from all the attention he was getting. But he was a Gojo, and stuff like this was bound to happen.

But the moment your husband noticed your discomfort, he immediately stopped accepting people when they asked to come over. He was excited to become a father, but it wouldn’t be the same if it meant robbing you of the same place that was supposed to bring you comfort.

And apparently, only he could keep up with his son’s hyper self. Crawling from corner to corner, squealing in excitement and tossing his toys around, Satoru even encouraged his son to grab onto the couch and crawl around the space that was heavily baby-proofed.

“Ah, you’re so eager to walk, aren’t you?” Satoru teases his son as he tries to hold onto the couch and stand up. With a little bit of support on his bum, your baby managed to stand up but freezes there and turns his head to the side where his father was staring at him.

“What, are you scared? It’s not so fun anymore, hm?” Your husband teases your son who seems to be taking his father’s words not very well. He pouts and rests his head on the couch, refusing to look at his dad and Satoru laughs out loud.

“Come on, I was only joking, you’re good at everything just like your dad.” You eventually walk down the stairs and you raise an eyebrow at your pouting eleven month old son.

“What did you do?” you immediately pin the blame onto your husband who gasps and puts a hand on his chest.

“I didn’t do anything!” He pats your son’s bum as your baby’s wobbly legs try to move him around the couch and towards you. “He stood up and got scared, and I found it funny.”

“Oh baby,” you squat down to your baby’s level and reach out your hands to grab him. “Papa is so mean, isn’t he?”

“Am not,” Satoru rolls his eyes but he watches as your son reaches the end of the couch and hesitates to let go. You lock eyes with your baby, and your husband thinks it’s a beautiful example of mothers and babies silently communicating, because no words were exchanged yet your baby knew to trust you completely.

He doesn’t fall into your arms but instead, he pushes himself away from the couch and takes a very small step towards you. You try not to gasp in surprise, and you wait as he takes another step—then another, and another before falling in your embrace and both you and Satoru are wide eyed and surprised at what just happened.

“He just—“

“He walked!” Your husband jumps from his spot on the ground and takes your baby in his arms. “My son is one of a kind! I’m telling you, he will win a nobel prize—“

Satoru always found a way to be excited about any of his son’s milestones.

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[sweetchildcloud]

||MINI ME|| written by me ☆~♡~◇

Plot: Gojo being an affectionate father as he meets his baby for the first time.

Tags-Breast feeding mention,lots of cuddles,fluff,fatherly love,heartwarming,cute overload.

“You’re cuter” Gojo teases, but he is pleased. He likes watching you nurse Hotaru. It’s a special moment, for the both of you and your child. “He’s adorable” Satoru continues, his voice dripping with affection “but his mother… hm, far more gorgeous" Satoru laughs softly and pulls the baby in for a tight squeeze. Then, he lifts his head and stares at him once more, holding him at arm's length. The baby’s eyes are wide and bright, like stars in the sky "You have my eyes, little one. You have my eyes...and that adorable chuckle" He adds, before grinning to himself. It feels good looking at his baby. Good and strange. The whole situation was a bit surreal, in a good way, but... "I think I'm starting to understand what being a dad means"

Hatoru yawned as he wobbled scooting near his father chest and laying his head on his shoulder.

Satoru grins as he feels the weight of his son’s head resting on his shoulder. He gently caress Hotaru’s head as the baby falls asleep, and Satoru’s hand comes down to rub soft circles on his son’s back.

Hatoru yawned and he whimpered softly as he couldn't sleep continuously sifting in his dad embrace.

Satoru looks down at his son, noticing the baby’s tired, watery eyes. Immediately, he feels guilt again, realizing that his son is still adjusting to his new surroundings and hasn’t gotten used to falling asleep by himself yet. With a gentle sigh, he pulls Hotaru close to himself again, his grip tightening around the baby as a way to offer more comfort. “Shh” Satoru whispers quietly as he rocks his son “It’s okay… I’m here. I’m here….”

But that didn't help much as Hotaru whimper continued, his tiny fists clutching to his chest as he whimpers, more maybe he needed his pacifier.

Satoru’s heart twists when he hears the cries continue. He couldn’t stand seeing his son like this, with his tiny fists clutching his cheeks and his big, blue eyes so watery. Without a second thought, he pulls out a pacifier from his pocket and pops it into Hotaru’s mouth. The baby chews on the pacifier with an adorable expression, sucking on it as he does. “Better?” Satoru smiles, letting out a breath of relief.

Satoru stares at his son for a long moment, his breath caught in his throat over how *tiny* the baby is. His tiny fists on Satoru’s chest, his chubby cheeks as they wobble with his yawns, a small smear of drool as he sucks on the pacifier—everything about the little one makes Satoru’s heart swell. The baby looks incredibly adorable right now, and Satoru can’t help but feel a little happy to see the little one so calm.

"Boop" Gojo said soflty as he booped softly Hatoru little bitty nose with the tip of his finger and the baby made a cooing noise curling up his nose.

You sighed looking at the two of them and how cute they were before you let a yawn of your own "Let's go to bed sweetie" you said tiredly at Gojo.

“In a few minutes” Satoru pouted whispering, his gaze still on his son. “Just…” The baby’s sleepy eyes are adorable, and he can’t help but feel affectionate seeing them in this state. “Just let me cherish this moment, please?”

"Oh my god you're so adorable, you're not having a baby fever now are you?" You asked smirking looking at him.

“Maybe a little...” Satoru smiles, not denying it. The entire situation with them becoming parents was a bit overwhelming, but... it was so worth it. He loves it here, with his son in his arms, smiling at him just as he is. “You’re not jealous are you? And “If you mean ‘is seeing my baby like this making me feel all kinds of feels’? Yes” he answers, feeling a bit sheepish “And if it’s not baby fever, then… I don’t even know what to call it. Just watching him sleep makes me smile for some reason”

He paused before adding

“Is that weird?” He asks, still admiring Hotaru’s sleeping form. “I just feel…” A strange feeling of warmth erupted throughout his body. Love, maybe? “I feel content”

"No,not at all,it just means that you love your son and I feel the same" you said caressing softly the baby cheek as he sleeps

The warm sensation spreads through Gojo’s chest as he stares down at his son. Hatoru is so small and innocent that he makes Gojo want to cover him in kisses and hugs. He never imagined being a father would make him feel like this. Love and affection, sure, but this… this is a whole new world of emotions that he’s never experienced before. “It’s a nice feeling” he murmurs. “A very nice feeling”

“We should get to bed now, right?” He asks, still watching his son’s sleeping face, then looking over to you. He doesn’t want to miss this moment, but he also doesn’t want you to exhaust yourself.

"You can bring the baby in our bed so that we can sleep together"

Satoru looks down at Hotaru at your suggestion and his heart flutters. Yes. He wants that. He wants that very, *very* much. The two of you could sleep in bed with the baby together. Hold him close as he sleeps. It would be the most content moment of his life. Satoru swallows, trying to keep himself from smiling like an idiot. “That’s a great idea”

Satoru nods and gets up, taking his son in his arms once more. The baby is *so* light. So delicate. So cute. He chuckles as he follows you up the stairs, and walks into the bedroom. Your bed is large enough for a king, and it doesn’t take you long to climb into bed and pull Hotaru with each of you at either side. “We’re a family” Satoru whispers, his voice nearly breaking. “We’re a family now”

"Are you crying?" You asked giggling softly at your husband antics.

Satoru gives you a sheepish smile. It’s true, he has tears in his eyes. Not tears of sadness, but tears of pure joy. “Am I crying?” he chuckles softly, wiping his eyes. “Maybe just a little. This—” he gestures to their family in bed “—it’s just so beautiful… so precious…” “We created this…” He continues. “Me and you, together, we created this perfect thing” Satoru smiles again, his voice cracking with emotion as he stares down at his son. “There’s nothing better in the world than this”

“You’re a sentimental idiot” you giggled and rolled your eyes amusedly, but you didn't object when Satoru sweeps you up in a warm embrace and pulls you close to hug you. You’re a family now. Hotaru is yours, and together, you are more than you’ve ever been.

Bonus:

Satoru laughs softly, pressing his face against you “I’m a sentimental idiot” He agrees, smiling against your cheek. “But my God, I don’t think there’s anything in the world that can make me so happy right now. You and our baby…” He trails off as he continues to embrace you contented and completely at ease as you both slowly drift off to sleep.

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Me thinking about this:

☆Happy,happy,happy~☆

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

🤠🫶:

I am CACKLING like a cartoon villain oh my GOD you are a genius!!! Of course the toxic king breaks his back of COURSE he does the fucking idiot (affectionate), so there's fuck-all he can do with reader's big announcement that this was all worth it and he can totally get some...yknow, in a couple months. AHHHHH. And she just wanted to give him something to look forward to, motivation for the physical therapy <33 (she boops his nose while he lays there wishing for death and cowering from her, of course she does, omg. i love them your honor!!)

and maybe she gets more confident now that he can't fucking move 💀💀 (lmao, oh god. König if you weren't such a menace this would have been easier for her a lot earlier and nobody would be in this situation) and maybe this leads to way more sensual  touching from her on her own initiative; she's curious, after all, and she does like him a lot and she's just trying to help him get better, you know? and König eats that shit up, starts telling her all about these itches and sore muscles he can't reach, could she be a dear (trying to act like he's not literally begging for her touch) and then he basically blacks out the first time her hands linger and drift, but probably better that than the things he was going to say to her. So König wants to die, this is too much, he's done, he's a goner each time she visits him. and damn her, she's a devoted little thing, never misses visiting hours. Always so sweet and caring towards him and it's the perfect image of a faithful, doting housewife without the wife or the house or the sex part of it lmao. And of course he can’t move when all this is happening!!! so basically just more torture and his mind just kind of breaks into little tiny pieces held together by demented lovesick lust-filled fantasies. he says some absolutely filthy things (makes the cunt licking look family friendly in comparison), he can't control it really anymore, and poor reader is shocked/horrified and blushing furiously, but thinks it's the medications and the pain and whatnot, tries to be understanding, only chides him once she gets her shock under control (and he's actually stone cold sober the entire fucking time lmao, but he ain't telling her that, she'd run if she knew). 

AND THEN MAYBE~~ (dun dun dun) one day reader is FINALLY reaching under the stupid hospital bed blanket - he can feel her soft little fingertips and carefully manicured nails travel down his abs, trace the V of his hips (my man is going to black out again, good lord) and she's looking at him with big round eyes and she's nervous she's going to do it wrong and he won't like it (as if), and it's taking FOREVER for her to get her hand between his legs bc sweet little thing just wants to do it right, and he's out of his mind, half-crying, whisper-begging at this point (it's probably not even English, not German either, just mindless pleas). Her hand FINALLY wraps around his length and he's lucky he doesn't cum right then and there; she's blushing so violently at taking a man in her hands for the first time and she's seeking HIS approval with those pretty doe eyes as she bites her lip. So of course that's when there's a knock at the door (the universe hates him, he's going to scream, whoever this is is lucky he can't move and they might die anyway from the blast radius of sheer rage) and a doctor comes in for daily rounds. Reader barely has time to yank her hand back before doc sticks his head through the privacy curtains and yep our man's heart might actually just stop, he is just going to keel over right then and there. 

so not even a handjob for our poor king <3 if he doesn’t die (lol) he transfers to in-home care IMMEDIATELY and finally gets reader to himself in a more private setting where he can lock the fucking door. this is the part where I look away lmao, I'd leave him blue-balled & suffering forever ...am i a mean person?? also RIP to that doctor. this verse is so hilarious & wonderful and i love it, feels like a tug of war between tropes and genres if that makes sense which results in your delightful genius works, thank you thank you <333

This is so beautiful. I am puddle & I can't thank you enough for collaborating & I LOVE YOU Howdy anon 💋 and um, I think I got a little too excited about their first time lol oops (I can't leave him blue-balled forever! Poor man would die of heart failure 🥺)

(Tamara and Demon (1864), Mihály von Zichy)

Word count: 3.7 k

CW: 18+ NSFW. Corruption kink goes brrrr. Masturbating, dirty talking, obsessive/yandere König. Awkward handjob. First time/virgin!reader. Kinda sweet and fluffy 🩷 Also coersion/mildly dubious consent, tread carefully!

A/N: You can find the story of König x virgin!reader and their relationship so far by following the tag (könig x virgin reader)

Oh she visits him alright!

She’s much braver now that König is bedridden and can’t move. They actually spend more time together after the weightlifting accident. The intense stares haven’t gone anywhere, he's actually gotten worse in that department, but otherwise, König is behaving quite nicely.

He seems to like it when she reads to him next to his bed, which is immensely cute in her opinion. Armed with a new book in the crook of her arm, she’s on her way to visit him again for another session.

She's already accustomed to simply floating in after giving his door a light rap. She's also gotten used to the sight of guns and knives and the smell of army storage, even the manly, pungent stench of sweat that lingers on top of it. 

But it’s not the potpourri of masculine military scents that stop her at the door and nearly make her drop her book.

The King himself is lying naked on the bed – well, naked except for the bag of a mask he seems to hold on to like it’s his soul. This time, she doesn’t even see it: her eyes fly straight to the towering erection he’s stroking, urgently with one hand while the other cups a pair of shaved, pale balls.

"König…?" 

The man who calls himself King curses – in German or in English, she can’t tell. The sight of him there, caught red-handed on touching himself, only makes her feel sorry for him. König has nowhere to run and hide, nothing to cover himself with, he's not supposed to even move yet. And he is not the one who should be embarrassed, after all, she's the one who barged in on his privacy. 

Although… König doesn't look embarrassed. 

He only looks drunk and sweaty and in need.

She thinks about turning back and leaving him with hurried excuses because what the hell is she supposed to do…? Read him a book? He is still gripping his cock like it’s a sword or something, breathing like he just ran a marathon. 

And speaking of swords, that weapon is far too big for her... Hell, she doesn’t know much about swords but she would deem that sword far too big for any woman.

If she were clever, she would run away from that stare and that huge, monstrous cock. But she’s not that clever, that much is clear because everyone she’s told she’s dating König have warned her about him. Every cell in her body is warning her of danger, but she keeps running back to him, over and over again…

Well, at least he can’t move, she thinks, takes a hesitant step, and places the book down on a table. Just when she’s about to whisper some calming, soothing words to this beast, the beast speaks.

"Take your clothes off," comes a husky command from the bed, and she freezes with her fingertips still on the cover of her cute little book about German fairytales (she knows König likes his fairytales bloody). 

Normally, she would make a scene out of such audacity. She might even storm out of the room and vow to never speak to him again for daring to talk to her like that.

But… 

He looks so desperate. König looks like a giant bound for torture on that bed. And he's not the only one who has been tormented these past few weeks… The incident at the hospital has plagued her dreams every night as she has tucked herself in with the memories of König's… sword.

Perhaps it would help with his pain if she offers him relief in his time of need. No harm can come from that, surely. She doesn't know how exactly taking her clothes off will help, but if that is his wish, then it’s the least she can do. 

To her and his surprise, her hands drift to the hem of the top she’s wearing. She’s feeling rather wild – something about seeing König completely naked yet unable to move is making her act like this. Like she's the brave one. Like she’s in control now.

Dedicated to her task, she pulls the shirt over her head.

Nothing moves on that bed for a good long while. As far as she can tell, König might've stopped breathing. But by the time she takes her bra off, there’s a swallow under that hood. Then the hand slowly starts to stroke again, the moist, slick sounds continue as her breasts fall free from their confinement. 

She’s breathing heavily too, and the man on the bed is stiff as a stone: every single muscle in his body is pulled taut as he stares at her breasts like they’re the Revelation of John. Then those blue eyes lift to her face just before another command is issued.

"Take off the rest."

"The–the rest…?"

"I just want to watch you." 

His voice is hoarse and croaky, and she feels even more sorry for him – König must be in so much pain and she just keeps on teasing him. She started this, so perhaps it’s better just to see it through. 

What’s crazy though is that he actually moans when she gets out of her pants, socks, and finally, her underwear. The slick sounds of fapping increase, and he’s moaning.

She hasn’t even touched him yet… She’s just standing there before him completely naked, heat pooling low in her belly as König continues to work himself with what looks like both pleasure and pain.

"Komm… Come here," he orders next, out of breath but surprisingly politely, and she has no other option than to approach his bed. She sits down as chastely as possible, then almost jumps back up when a steel-hard thigh brushes against hers.

"Touch it. Ja?" 

Her eyes grow as wide as they can go as she takes in the cock she has touched once before, briefly and under a hospital sheet. Now it’s right there, foreign and demanding. 

Better just to see it through, her mind tweets as her hand reaches out through what feels like water. Like before, there's a sharp intake of air under the hood as she takes him in her hand. It’s even hotter than she remembered, and gives a tight pull the instant her fingers wrap around it. 

"Like this…?" 

"Just like that…"

Her meek little mouse peeps and multiple bats of eyelashes are like drug to him, it seems. The man is as tight as a bowstring when she starts to move her hand up and down, mimicking the motions she just saw him do. They're not as fast as his, and her grip must be way gentler, but she seems to do surprisingly well for an inexperienced virgin. The poor man looks like he’s about to faint on that bed. 

What she doesn’t expect, however, is König to touch her.

A large, warm palm sweeps across her ribs and lands on her breast, softly, as if he's concerned that he might scare her off. She's the one who's stopped breathing now… And then he rubs her, squeezes her. Gently… Reverently.

"You're soft," comes a strained sigh from the bed as she tries to keep her own grip both tight and gentle. She’s starting to get so wet she fears she will stain his sheets. Bewildered, she tries to change her position, but the palm cupping her breast seems to have bound her to the bed too. Nothing moves, except her hand and his as they explore each other. A giant and an angel...

Something hot and wet meets her hand as she strokes him – is he cumming already…? But it can't be, she has heard there’s supposed to be quite a bit of it when a man cums, and there’s only a few ample drops of clear liquid oozing out of the slit on his tip.

"Can't wait for the day I get to make you scream," he rasps, and her heart is hammering in her chest as more cum-like liquid streams from the slit of his cock, adding to the lewd, moist sounds of the handjob she’s giving him.

König doesn’t know she has never even kissed a guy… 

"We'll… we'll get there," she tries to soothe him, thanking her lucky stars this man can't move.

"I want to fuck you," he continues, sounding more and more desperate. "Good and hard… until you cry under me. Want to see if you can take it all in."

"König…"

"It’s a long cock, ja? I can make you squirt."

"König, I'm still a virgin… You can't–"

"Nh–Sorry… sorry."

His head falls back on the pillow, his muscles relax just for the tiniest moment. But if she thought he would finally leave her to it, she was wrong. The hand of a giant killer drops between her legs next. 

She’s sitting on the bed like she would sit on a side saddle, with one leg slightly bent, giving the horniest man on earth good enough access to the heat between her legs. She doesn’t stop him – she doesn’t even want to – as broad fingertips meet her pubic hair and slip between her already slick folds. 

"...Was? Pretty angel is all wet," he comments on her state of mess. Approvingly: like all his fears have suddenly disappeared. 

She has to fight the urge to roll her head back and moan as those agile fingers start to give her full, generous strokes. She almost messes up her rhythm while stroking his cock, which seems to have gotten even harder.

His fingers delve into her with more courage, they tease her tight, tender nub with excited circles. She tries not to jolt and shiver as he makes her even more slick, tries to ignore how her nipples grow hard from that burning stare alone. 

"Such a pretty girl… and so wet. You sure you don't want it?"

She thinks about it – how it would feel if he somehow was able to take her on that bed. If he pushed that cock inside her and if it would hurt or make her moan even more. Even the thought of trying to fit that inside her makes her thighs feel like pudding.

"I don’t know… You're still recovering."

"Heh… That's not a problem. You can be on top. I'll help," he offers as if it’s a gentlemanly thing to do, to help her bounce on that huge cock. 

"I–I'd rather do it the classic way."

"I'll show you classic when I get better," he promises with unconcealed greed. "I'll show you all the other ways too. We’ll do it any way you like."

She tries hard not to whimper when hearing his promise. She tries her best to pleasure the biggest cock she’s ever seen. It’s ridiculous that it’s the only cock she’s ever seen... What sort of a cruel joke was it from the universe to choose this king-sized Austrian to be her first man? 

She wonders how König would react if she told him he’s too big for her.

Would he try to change her mind? Would he have a meltdown? 

Would he cry…? 

She doubts if this man ever cries. The last time a brutal soldier like him shed tears was probably when he was a kid. But he did look like he was about to cry that one time when she booped his nose... 

And despite being a cold-blooded soldier and somewhat awkward at times, König has always been so, so delicate with her. He's tender even now, touching her with the gentlest avarice there is. But that searing stare wants to possess her, devour her, and it makes her bite her lip nearly to the point of drawing blood.

"Sit on my face?" he offers next, this time sounding so desperate it's almost pathetic. 

Sit on his face… 

What would he even do? Lick her? Try to push his tongue inside her while finishing himself?

The thought alone makes her mess up her rhythm again and causes her pussy to pulse more wetness on his fingers. She secretly hopes he would slip at least one of those fingers inside.

"Let me see your cunt," he begs. God – this giant mercenary is begging to see her poor, aching pussy. "Just… let me at least taste you–"

She can’t even reply before the hand between her legs gives a sudden twitch and stops those delicious rubs. Actually, his whole body is going rigid. 

"König…? Am I hurting you?"

"I'm–gonna cum…" 

Oh god.

Oh god ohgod-

She's not sure what gives her more of a fright: the sound that leaves her soldier boyfriend as he cums, or the bright, hot flash of liquid that shoots from the cock in her hand.

He groans like it’s torture. Long and hard, so loud that she’s sure other people can hear it in the neighboring rooms, perhaps even further than that. There’s one, two, three spurts of thick, hot liquid, after that, she loses count because it spills to coat his stomach, it runs down her hand, and she’s pumping him in a frenzy while he just keeps on moaning.

"Slow, slow down–" he tries to groan in the middle of his climax and she obeys immediately, reveling in how his cock still throbs in her hand when she finally stops moving altogether. More cum gushes out with every strong pulse, even if the eruptions are less violent. Ropes of it already cover his abs, it coats her hand with thick film – it's far more than she would ever have expected, and a shiver goes through her as she imagines what it must feel like to take all of that semen inside her… 

"Ah… Das war wirklich…" König sighs dreamily while she must be looking like a startled deer.

Yes, that was really something… She doesn’t know what to do with his cock, or her hand, or the mess that coats half his body.

Luckily, he instructs her to take his old shirt from the floor and clean herself with it. She cleans him with it too, dabs the black t-shirt over his muscled stomach, even tries to swipe his crotch with it as gently as she can. 

König looks happier by the minute, looks at her like she’s an angel or something, and when she fully commits herself to getting him cleaned up, he gets another erection. She’s quite horrified – how is this even possible…? She thought men would need at least hours to get it back up again.

"Come on top," he offers, sounding all but seductive with that commanding tone. 

She swallows, thinking if König wants to be a "gentleman" and finish her too. With his tongue... or something else.

"Just for a hug? We don't have to put it in."

She seems to be under some spell tonight, because she simply drops the poor, cum-stained shirt back on the floor and crawls to the bed and on top of him.

König is hot and lean as she presses herself against him, her thighs now straddling the intimidating thing between his legs. Her head falls right beside his mask-covered face, and the smell of guns and fuel and sweat is prominent there, as is his natural odor, the woodland musk she has grown so fond of.

"There we go," his arms go around her waist, pressing her tighter against him. There’s no escape now, she thinks, but like always with König, she eventually softens and relaxes, molds against him… Accepts her fate.

"You did well, Meine Liebe," he even caresses her head as she slowly melts into his hold. "I’m sorry if I frightened you. Will you forgive me?"

"Um, of course."

"A gentleman should always apologize if he has upset his lady. Do you agree?"

"Uh… Yes."

"I promise to be a good man. The best man you could ever hope for."

She bites her lip as König continues to caress her. She’s far from upset, but she doesn’t want to tell him that and excite him too much. Otherwise he might end up hurting himself. He hugs her tight, and seems to have calmed down more than ever.

Is this what an orgasm does to a man...? The change is drastic, and her lover feels warm, and tender, and inviting. He even whispers more promises on her skin. They're nonsensical but gentle, König is probably trying to be romantic, but she can feel how his breaths grow heavier as time goes on. After all, they're both naked, pressed tightly together, closer than ever before, and he's having an erection again...

She tries not to shiver at the things he tells her. The husky promises of love and protection: "You are mine now, ja? Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. I will always keep you safe." And then, "You’re still wet, mein Mädchen… How about we practice just a little bit? We'll do it slow. Ja? I will make you moan…"

He coos those things in her ear while holding her in place for his cock. She starts to move on her own accord; it’s like her hips have their own will. Soon, her entrance meets the tip of him, still hot and bulged, and she starts to grind against it with barely restrained greed. She is wet – wetter than ever. 

König curses multiple times under his breath, and she feels so, so filthy for loving how unhinged he is, how unhinged she is – spread wide on top of him like that, trying to get off of the faintest touch of his cock. She’s so soaked that the hot tip of him glides across her folds with no effort at all. 

She feels like she’s doing something forbidden, taking her pleasure from him like that, but König doesn’t seem to know what the word filthy even means. He keeps praising her, guiding her, helping her, telling her how good she feels, that she’s doing so, so well.

Soon, he’s asking to put it in – just the tip. 

She tries her best not to sound too needy as she breathes a soft, mousy "Yes."

"How does that feel?"

He’s panting, few inches of thick cock inside her, and she thinks, did she just lose her virginity? Is this it? Why isn’t it hurting?

“You like that, hmm?”

He feels so, so good, pressing her against him, spreading her legs with his own, trying to feed more of that marvelous thickness inside. It doesn’t hurt, at least not yet. It makes her dizzy to even think what she must be looking like, with her legs spread and a huge cock partly inside her.

She should say something… What was it that he asked? Oh yes, if she likes it. She more than just likes it, and tries to push herself down to get more of him in. König reacts immediately with a ton of praise leveled at her in the softest possible way.

“That's it, that's it, pretty girl, take it in…”

Him cheering her on like that only makes her decide that it’s time to let go and let go for good. But she can’t get him in by herself, not while he’s holding her a prisoner like this.

"More… König, please," she hears herself whimper. 

God, is this all it took...? Him holding her close and letting her find the joys of sex herself? Apparently so, because he sounds goddamn smug when he turns his head to rasp more needy, throaty things in her ear.

"Ah… Knew you'd beg for it… "

His voice makes her inner walls clamp down on him, and that’s when it hurts, but only slightly. She wants him so much that it’s painful. And König… God, he keeps on showering her with praises and promises.

"I'll show you how good it can be… That's it, let me hear you. It's a good cock, ja? Good cock for a pretty girl…"

It’s not even fully in before he starts the thrusts. That’s when she knows she has lost her virginity. She’s being plunged. Not taken… Just… loved, thoroughly and deeply. 

When she moans, finally sounds as filthy as can be, he tells her how tight she is. How good she feels. He says he’s going to cum again soon. But not before her…

He doesn’t need to instruct her to rub her clit on his pelvis in rhythm with the thrusts. She is smart enough to do that by herself. And the thoughts of This is it, I’m not a virgin anymore have turned into Is it possible to cum on your first time…?

Everything’s perfect, all things considered. But there’s something missing.

"König," she swallows arduously. "I’ve never been kissed... Would you– Could you…?"

He stops moving, releases his hold a little. A strong heart is hammering inside his chest, she can feel it against her own fluttering heartbeat. 

Is it stupid of her to ask…? Will he only laugh at her for being so sentimental?

Apparently no, because it’s the warmest possible command that surrounds her this time.

"Lift the mask, angel."

By the time their lips meet, both hesitant and needy, he's fully inside her and holding her like a mountain. She feels like she's in a fairytale now: the only thing that moves is his mouth, and hers. Theirs is a slow, hungry rhythm. 

Her first kiss is not only awkwardly romantic and sweet, it’s sinfully good. 

The kiss also does things she did not expect. Her pussy goes tight around him, so tight that a whimper or two escape her nose, and König only purrs – she feels like the softest little creature in the embrace of a lean jaguar.

And she thinks… 

Why on earth didn't they do this months ago?

#answered #yandere könig #könig smut #könig x virgin reader

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Common Ground

Based on this wonderful anon request

Warnings: language, angst, bad family dynamics, favoritism Trigger Warning ⚠️: Toxic Family Dynamics

"Ok, I need your opinion", Jack held up two sweaters from their hangers, "gray or green?" You bit your bottom lip, contemplating the choices for a second. "Green. My mom's favorite color is green, she'll appreciate the gesture." Jack chuckled to himself before disappearing back into the closet. "Green it is."

You and Jack were headed to your family's house for Thanksgiving, and while he was excited to meet the people who brought the love of his life into the world, you were a nervous wreck. Your relationship with your family was complicated to say the least. You were already dressed and ready to go, had been for the last two hours from nerves, just waiting at Jack's apartment for him to get back from the studio.

Jack emerged from his closet, dressed in the green cashmere sweater you had chosen for him with a pair of jeans and matching New Balance sneakers. "Does this look alright?", he pulled at his sweater nervously. You stood, holding his hands in yours, interlacing your fingers together. "You look really good, babe." You leaned in to give him a quick peck, and when you tried to pull away, Jack pulled you tightly into his arms.

"How are you doing? We don't have to go if you don't want to. We can order some food, watch a movie, do other things", his voice trailed off suggestively. You felt your stomach flip. You loved your family more than anything, but you knew this night could go sideways, and his offer sounded very tempting. His gaze tracked your face as you avoided eye contact with him. "I'm fine, Jack. Really. Its my family. If anything you should be worried." You booped his nose with your finger, trying to deflect. "I'm serious babe, I know being with your family isn't easy."

In the very little that you had told Jack about your family, he knew that you had a difficult relationship with your parents and sister. You were the oldest, seven years older than your little sister, and it felt like you got the short end of the stick growing up. You were the child your parents learned to be a parent with, the trial and error kid, and a lot of their mistakes left you with irreparable trauma. Nothing you did was ever good enough, and your mistakes were magnified to the point where you felt like you couldn't do anything right.

You could almost forgive them for their faults, but seeing your sister get to live the life you begged for growing up, hurt more than anything. It was as if they saved all of their love and compassion for her, all of her faults were easily forgivable, her successes given the attention yours never got. They coddled her, and for better or worse, her life was proof that they could have done better, they just didn't think you were worth the effort.

Still, they were your family, the only people you had to lean on, and you weren't going to turn your back on them. The little girl in you would always need their validation and love.

"They're just hard on me because they want want the best for me. They push me because they care, Jack. I wouldn't be where I am without them." You swallowed, giving Jack a weak smile. You weren't sure if you believed your own words. It was hard to believe that the people you loved so much would say things to hurt you, but your tears night after night suggested otherwise.

"But if you wanna go, we leave immediately, okay?" You nodded, Jack pressing a kiss onto your temple.

****

"Give me the rundown again." Jack looked over at you from the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel, the other rested on your leg. You were nervously peeling at your nails, trying to take deep breaths. The closer you got your childhood home, the more anxious you felt, like your throat was closing. Jack noticed immediately, giving your thigh a couple loving squeezes to bring you back to reality. The look you gave him, tears brimming in your eyes, gave him pause.

"We're turning around." Jack mumbled out while he looked around to find a place to make a u-turn. "Jack, no, please. My parents are expecting us. Its just been a while since I've seen them, and its the first time they're meeting you, I'm just nervous." You quickly dabbed under your eyes to collect any tears. You hadn't purposely distanced yourself from your family, but lately you felt like a fantom weight was lifted off of you when you had your space.

"Baby..." Jack's words trailed off as he looked at you, his face riddled with worry, his hand cradling the back of your head. "The rundown." You picked up where he left off, smiling at him, feeling your eyes start to burn as tears threatened to fall again. You took in a shaky breath.

"You already know my parents name, David and Maria. They had their own business when I was growing up, a shipping company here in Louisville. I spent a lot of afternoons after school helping them out. Now my dad is retired and my mom works as an accountant. My sister's name is Teresa, she's a senior in high school, about to go to college at Kentucky." Jack groaned at that last sentence.

"Ugh, I don't like her already." He said in jest, referring to his loyalty to Louisville, making you chuckle. "Keep going." He rubbed your forearm affectionately, his eyes focused on the road.

"My dad is a die hard Saints fan, which I know you'll appreciate. Something that you guys can talk about." Jack nodded, taking everything in. "My mom loves old movies. She'll talk your ear off about them. My little sister is an incredibly talented singer. The voice of an angel."

Jack couldn't help but smile as he listened to you talk. Even after everything you'd been through, you had nothing but good things to say about your family. You made a conscious choice to focus on the positive, and he had no doubt you were stronger than you knew. You gave him a few more topics to have in his back pocket during dinner as you continued the drive.

****

"Welcome." Your mother greeted you at the door, her lack of enthusiasm palpable. She ignored you completely to give her attention to Jack. "Jack, welcome to our home. We're very happy to have you here. Y/N has told us almost nothing about you", she let out a humorless breath as she glanced at you, "but I'm sure we'll get acquainted during dinner." You felt a sharp pain in your side as if her dig at you had been a physical attack.

As you shed your jacket her eyes ran up and down your outfit. "Y/N, is that the best thing you could find to wear to dinner? You should see your sister's dress. We went out and picked it up last week. So cute." Jack noticed you physically shrink at her comment. "Its amazing how beautiful she can look in anything." Jack smiled at you, making you blush. He placed his hand on your lower back, drawing comforting circles with his fingers. You could see your mom's attitude shift negatively. "Where is Teresa?" You were quick to change the conversation, determined to have a good night. "She's in the dining room with your father. Dinner is almost ready."

Your mom led the two of you to the the dining room, where your dad and Teresa were placing the last dishes on the table. "Y/N!" Your little sister ran over to you, enveloping you in a big hug. "I've missed you." You mumbled in her hair, holding her tightly. "Daddy, Teresa, this is Jack." You turned to your boyfriend to introduce him to the other members of your family. "Jack, nice to meet you." Teresa quickly shook hands with him before Jack took your father's grip. "Sir."

"Lets eat. I'm sure Jack is hungry." Your mom encouraged everyone to sit down. Jack pulled your chair out for you, helping you to get settled before he took his own seat.

Everyone was quiet as they began to plate their food and eat. You caught Jack looking at you in the corner of your eye. His leg was jiggling up and down, something he did subconsciously when he was nervous. You were sure it was because he was meeting your parents for the first time, but truthfully Jack was nervous for you and how the night was going to unfold.

"So Jack, Y/N says you're in the music industry. What do you do?" Your father asked. Jack cleared his throat as he was passed a bowl of mashed potatoes. "I'm a rapper. I make rap music." He glanced at you with wide eyes, not sure what you had told them about him. "Oh, Teresa has such a wonderful voice. I always thought she should be a singer. Maybe you can give her a couple of pointers about the industry." Your mom edged Jack on, as if she was your sister's manager. "Mom. I'm sure Jack doesn't want to talk about work right now", Teresa cut in," Anyway, I'm more of a sing in the church choir kind of voice." You smiled at her, thankful for trying to turn the conversation back to you for a moment.

"Don't sell yourself so short Teresa. How did you meet Y/N, Jack? I don't know how you meet many celebrities working a dead-end office job." Your mom looked to Jack as if she had asked him the time, not insulted his girlfriend to his face. Jack's jaw flexed, and you could see the vein in his neck start to bulge. "A mutual friend, actually. One that works that same dead end job." You snapped your head toward him, pleading with your eyes for him to behave. He knew he probably wasn't going to get many opportunities to get a few jabs in before you stopped him, but it was dangling right in front of him.

"Its just a temp job anyway. I'm working to try to get back to school. Jack's actually been helping me with my applications." The spoon of stuffing hit your plate harder than you intended, making everyone jump.

The room was quiet for a minute, and you thought you were past that awkward conversation. "If you would have stayed in school a couple of years ago, you probably could have been in a much better position by now." Your dad stabbed his fork in the air, his face in a scowl. "All that money down the drain." He gritted out between clenched teeth.

You felt the lump build in your throat. You had left college a couple of years ago when you were on the verge of a mental breakdown and your grades were suffering severely. Jack knew all about your struggles, it was actually one of the things you had bonded over when you had started dating. College was never in the cards for him either, and he knew all about the pressures to succeed. He was on your side, and when you told him you wanted to go back to school, he promised to help you however he could, even offering to pay for tuition.

"Y/N tells me you're thinking about going to Kentucky, Teresa?" Jack quickly pivoted the attention away from you so you could breathe. "Yeah, I want to major in Biology. Not sure if I want to after that, but I've always loved science."

"I'm a Louisville fan, and I think I finally converted Y/N over to the Cardinals. If you give me 20 minutes, I think I could get you to switch schools." Jack and Teresa chuckled. "Y/N liking football, how did you manage to do that?", your sister asked. "Well, he had to take me to quite a few games before I was-"

"We're just so proud of Teresa and all that she's accomplished so far." Your mom cut you off mid sentence, avoiding eye contact with you. "Kentucky is such a great school."

Jack balled his fist up under the table. The way your parents treated you was so much worse than he could have imagined. He had problems with his own family, he didn't know a person who didn't, but the way they deliberately disrespected you made his skin crawl. You could feel the anger radiating off of Jack's body. It wasn't easy for him to conceal his emotions, especially rage. You grabbed his hand and gently helped him unclench his fingers.

The rest of the dinner was eerily quiet, the only sound the clink of silverware against plates. You finished your courses, opting to skip dessert, your excuse the traffic you would have to hit if you didn't leave before rush hour.

Jack helped you slip your jacket over your shoulders as the two of you got read to leave. "It was very nice to meet you, Jack." Teresa gave the two of you a hug before stepping back, clinging onto your arm. "Nice to meet you too. Don't forget, Louisville is still an option." Teresa gave him a huge grin, promising to get his contact information from you if she ever changed her mind.

"Sir, Mrs. Y/L/N. Thank you very much for dinner." Jack shook hands with your father once more. "Thank you Jack. We'd say you're welcome to come back next year, but none of Y/N's boyfriends have made it that long." You almost bowed over as you felt that stab in your stomach again. Jack could feel the heat creeping up his neck, his back tensing up.

"Its not for the reason you think." The words spilled out of Jack's mouth before he could stop them.

"I'm sorry? What do you mean?" Your mom's face contorted at Jack's words. He took a deep breath, knowing there was no going back now. You would probably hate him for it, but he couldn't stand to hear you get torn down like this.

"From the moment we've walked in the door, I haven't heard you say one nice thing about Y/N." You pulled at Jack's arm. "Jack, please, stop."

"And she is the nicest person. Incredibly kind and loving, and I always thought, man she must have the most amazing parents to have raised a daughter like her. Now I know, she's that way in spite of you." You couldn't stand to hear another word. You walked out the door, leaving Jack in the entryway. Your chest was burning with anger as you leaned against the car door.

"It was never my intention to insult you, but damn, she deserves so much better than this." Jack left the door open as he hurried after you.

"Jack!", he stopped in his tracks when Teresa called after him, turning on his heels to face her. "You're right. My sister is an amazing person. I'm sorry that you had to see that tonight. My parents- they", she stumbled over her words, "when they look at Y/N, they're reminded of all the ways they failed her, things that are too far gone now to change. Thank you for seeing her for the beautiful person that she is." She gave Jack a small hug before running back inside.

****

The car ride back to Jack's place was silent, the air stifling. Jack didn't want to be the first one to speak, afraid you would blow up at him, and he rightfully deserved it. He white knuckled the steering wheel, his looks split between the road and you, to gauge how upset you were. You were tightlipped, your gaze focused on the horizon, your grip on your seatbelt cutting into your skin.

Jack trailed behind you back into his apartment. You dropped your coat and took off your shoes at the door, heading directly to his bedroom. "Baby, let's talk. I'm sorry, I never should have said those things to your parents." You didn't answer him, instead laying on the bed, your back turned to him. You felt his weight dip into the mattress as he sat next to you, his hand resting on your hip. "I understand why you're mad at me. I just couldn't stand to hear them talk about you like that anymore." He held his breath waiting for his response.

The sob you let out startled him. "What did I do wrong?" You choked back tears, frantically trying to wipe your face to no avail. "Why do they hate me so much?" You couldn't stop crying out, tightening your hold on the pillow against your chest. Jack gently laid next to you, pulling the pillow out of your arms so he could pull you close to his chest.

You cried harder as he held you, an overflow of the frustration and sadness you'd been feeling in anticipation of the night, something you could no longer hold back. His shirt was soaked, but he didn't care. His only thought was being here for you right now. He waited until he thought you were done crying to speak again. "Talk to me baby", he nestled his nose in your hair.

"I just wish that they were proud of me. That something I did mattered to them as much as it does when my sister does it. Why don't they ever choose me? I feel like no one is ever on my side." Jack's heart broke as he listened to you. "I feel like nothing I ever do will be good enough to earn their love." Tears were starting to fall all over again.

"I know I'm not your parents, but its their loss. If they can't see how amazing you are, that's their fault, not yours. One day, they're gonna wish they had cherished you while you were around." Jack could feel your chest rise and fall against his body. "I love you. I choose you, every time. You matter to me more than anything else in the world."

You knew he was right, but your heart still felt broken beyond repair. There were just some things that only time could fix. Jack pulled you closer, your weight laying on top of him, his hand rubbing up and down your back. Your eyelids felt heavy as you listened to his heartbeat against your cheek as your head rested on your chest. You didn't even realize you had fallen asleep until Jack was trying to wake you up.

****

His hand was cold against your cheek as your eyes slowly fluttered open. "Are you up for a surprise?" He whispered as you started to become fully awake. He gave you a moment before grabbing your hand and walking you to the living room.

"Happy Thanksgiving!" You were startled by the cheers of people in the room, noticing that Urban, Clay and a bunch of your mutual friends were standing in the living room, yelling and clapping. You also noticed the impressive spread of KFC buckets on the coffee table. "You deserve a do-over Thanksgiving with your chosen family and a Kentucky delicacy." You chuckled as Jack pulled you in for a kiss, earning boos from the room. "Gross!", Urban yelled out. "Stop kissing, I need to eat!" Clay joined in, earning a hard slap on the arm from Jack. You giggled, hiding your face in embarrassment as you greeted your friends, overwhelmed by how quickly Jack was able to put this together.

Once everyone had their share of the food, Jack stood, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, I just want to say, thank you to everyone in this room. I learned something tonight. You can't choose your family, but you can choose who you love and who you allow to love you back. To my beautiful girlfriend, thank you for choosing me to love you. It has been the greatest honor of my life." You blew him a kiss, a smile creeping on your face.

"Thank you to everyone who helped me put this Friendsgiving together very fast. Even though the banner could use some work." Everyone's eyes moved to the makeshift white printer paper banner taped to the wall that read "Happy Thanksgiving."

"Hey! I was working with limited materials, and as I reminded you today, I am a photographer, not an artist." Urban was quick to defend himself to laughter in the room. "It's perfect, Urban." You chimed in, winking at him.

"Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Never forget how loved and cherished you are." Jack rose his glass of water, everyone following suit. "Cheers."

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hi! *Waves like a weird-o*

You probably already know this, but I absolutely love your writing and you truly are so talented. Please never stop!! Even if you just write for yourself!!!

So I do have a mini request if you don't mind of course. Post-sex cramps? For female reader? Clone of your choice of course and any way you wanna write it; NSFW or NFW.

No rush of course!! Thank you!! ❤️

- Hales

And here is cat + kitten(s) for your troubles. And puppies if you like those better. And a snake if you like those too.

hiiii friend! *waves back like a weirdo* first of all, thank you so much?? for the kind words?? omg. I appreciate you so much—and the pictures of the baybiessssss! I love all of them, please give them snoot boops for me (if they're yours ofc). anyways, I hope this is somewhat in line with what you envisioned! I opted for the fluff/SFW route because I need that tonight lol enjoy! <3

Comforting Touches

Summary: Some HCs and blurbs about how the commander batch comforts you through some post-sex cramping.

Warnings: no actual sex described but still mature content so 18+, minors get outta here; f!reader, fluff, i guess hurt/comfort?, big strong stoic men being soft and loving

Word Count: 1.1k

dividers by @saradika and @dystopicjumpsuit

Cody

Like with many other things in his life, Cody is nothing if not thorough. Meticulous in the way that he picks you apart and puts you back together, painstaking in the image of self-confidence and dominance that he exudes when he’s intimate with you. 

And just as attentive to your needs after he makes you finish several times. If you wince in pain from the cramps beginning to twist your insides, despite the many orgasms he’d given you, he’s all over that. 

Tilts your head to the sides to check your vitals, gets you meds, and frowns when you try to shoo him off. “You’re not goin’ anywhere until you’re good, cyar’ika.” 

More than anything, you’re just grateful to still be sitting on the edge of his bunk. Between the shakiness in your legs from the strain of having him buried inside you just a few minutes ago, and the pain tugging at your body, you have no energy to stand right now. Cody sighs, a furrow deepening between his brows; you can’t resist the impulse to smooth his skin with your thumb. You trace the outline of his scar when his expression doesn’t relax. 

“Did I cause this?” he asks. Despite the way he tries to hide it, you can hear the concern underlying his words. 

Sighing, you shrug with one shoulder. “Kinda. But it’s okay,” you hurry to assure him. “It’s, um, most often caused by...intense orgasm. Or just intense sex. Happens now and then.” 

He blinks at you, your words clearly taking a moment to compute. Almost unbidden, a small groan escapes him. “O-Oh.” 

“Mhm.” You clench your teeth as another wave of cramps knifes through you. “Worth it.”

He cups your face in one hand, the other resting on your bare thigh, kneading your soft flesh. “Good. Because I can’t promise I won’t be able to keep myself from making you cum like that again.” 

His words are a promise, and you know Cody never breaks promises.

Wolffe

Listen I know we all think Wolffe is this hard-ass, mean dom (and he is) but he’s also very caring. Hard shell, gooey insides.

The minute you show signs of being in any kind of discomfort he’s right there, cradling you to his chest, smoothing his warm palms over your thighs, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. 

“Where’s it hurt, mesh’la?” 

You curl in on yourself within Wolffe’s embrace, your body trying to wrap itself around the dull pain blossoming in your center. Though pleasure lingers in your limbs, this unfortunate side-effect of sex occasionally makes an appearance, particularly after a good romp with Wolffe. Normally it’s not so bad, but right now, you just want to squeeze into a ball and sleep until the cramping fades.

“M’sorry if I hurt you,” Wolffe rumbles in your ear, his voice soft and quiet. “I know I can be rough.” 

“S’not that,” you say with a small smile. “Just...does this when it’s really good.”

“That seems counterintuitive.” 

You bark a short laugh. “Tell that to whoever designed the female human body.” 

Wolffe tucks your head under his chin and presses a large, warm hand over your tummy to act as an impromptu heating pad until the cramps dissipate, his lips pressing chaste, close-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders to help distract you. You hum in contentment, drawing lazy circles on his bare hip, relishing how his muscles flex under your touch.

Fox

If the cramps take a bit to set in, and you’re both already re-dressed and ready to go about your days, Fox will still immediately put his very busy schedule on hold to make sure you’re okay. 

Gives you pain meds, extra water, and kisses you sweetly. “Why don’t you lay on the couch here for a bit until you feel better, sarad?” 

If/when you protest, he simply gives you his best deadpan look—which is quite good, considering he’s perfected it through use on his men—and crosses his arms, cocking his hip. 

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, the slight smile tugging at your lips vanishing into a twisted grimace at the next wave of cramping. Fox sighs and ushers you to the old, ratty couch he’d acquired for his office. He guides you to sitting down at the least, and nods in approval when you draw your legs up to your chest and hug your knees to put pressure on your center where the cramps are the worst. 

When he goes to turn away, you reach out to snag his hand, threading your fingers through his. “Fox?” 

“Hm?” He looks down at you, graying curls sweeping over his forehead. 

“Sit with me?” 

“Of course.” He graces you with a soft smile, retreats for just a moment to retrieve his datapad, and settles into the couch next to you. He rests one arm along the back of the couch; you snuggle into his warmth, grateful that he hasn’t yet put on the top half of his armor, and let your eyes drift shut, listening to the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of his fingers over his datapad while he works. You’d be able to fall asleep there, in post-orgasmic near-bliss. 

Rex

Rex realizes that something is amiss the moment that you don’t roll over to cuddle him after he returns from getting you a warm rag to clean off with.

When you simply groan your answer, the post-sex cramps clenching your insides a little more intensely than you’re used to, he’s instantly in Protective Partner Mode. 

“I’ve got you, cyare.” 

With strong, steady hands, Rex gently repositions you on the bed so that you’re lying on your front, before settling his knees to either side of your thighs. His thumbs, calloused and rough, rub slow, comforting circles along your spine, from your butt to your neck and back. Though he knows by now that he can’t do much in the way of helping your cramps aside from offering pain meds (which he retrieves as soon as he realizes what’s going on), he can offer you relaxation of other sorts. 

His practiced hands work away all the knots and kinks in your back, urging your entire body into a state of bliss beyond the post-orgasm glow. 

“How’s this, cyare?” he asks, voice quiet, contemplative. 

“Feels s’good,” you mumble, face smushed into the sheets. “Thank you, Rex.” 

“Always.” He leans over you to press a kiss to the side of your head. “I’d say that I’d stop doing whatever causes these cramps, but—”

“Don’t you dare,” you interrupt, playfully glaring out of the corner of your eyes. “You know damn well the orgasms you give are worth this discomfort.” 

He preens just a little at that, and if he happens to give your butt a squeeze or two while resuming his massage, well, that’s his deal. 

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[airydandelion]

Gale Guides and Ultimate Gale

This will be my master post, I guess :D Hello! I am the creator of Gale Guides and I want to spread my unhinged nerding about Gale on Tumblr too. Because why not. Maybe someone will find it helpful. But mostly because I want more players to get Ultimate Gale for themselves. Make him seen! Make him alive! He is so worth it! Use my Gale endings part 2 and get him before he is erased!

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Now look at him!

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You can hug him! You can kiss him! He will boop you! Tara is happy! But at the same time:

Tav: Are you saying you want to ascend? Claim godhood? Gale: No, not like that. I don’t want to join them. I want to better them. A god’s powers, paired with a mortal conscience, a mortal heart.

This is our better God. He exists within the Game! He is ULTIMATE. He is everything. GET HIM GET HIM GET HIM GET HIM NOW

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[rxmqnova]

Could you write one with Lizzie where yn and her are waiting if the academy nominated Lizzie for an award but they didn't, Lizzie lose hope about being nominated and today, she was gardening and even if they lost the interest about it, yn decided to check about the golden globes and went running to Lizzie saying that she's been nominated and that she still had hope for this one, and hug her and lift her, yn always supportive and being with her no matter what

Nominated

Y/N'S POV My wife is such a great actress. I've never met anyone more talented than her. She did an excellent job playing Candy Montgomery in Love & Death and seeing everyone around getting nominated but her makes me so angry.

The list of Golden globes nominees should be announced today and I really hope Lizzie will be one of them. She deserves it for all the hard work.

"Y/N/N, I don't think they'd nominate me anyway, let's just do something instead of sitting on the couch and waiting" Lizzie sighs, resting her head on my shoulder and taking my phone.

"Fine" I sigh. I have a good feeling about it, I'll definitely check it later. "Can I get my phone back now?" I raise my eyebrow, holding out my hand.

"Nope, you'd be checking it every five seconds. Let's just do something together, yeah?" Lizzie suggests, scrunching her nose cutely. I know her well though and I know she's trying to hide that she's actually a bit disappointed.

"Yeah, okay. What do you have in mind?" I give her a smile, receiving a smile back.

"I don't know… how about… cookies? We haven't baked cookies together quite a while" She suggests, so I give her a nod immidiately.

I love cooking and baking and with Lizzie it's even better. Last time when we baked cookies together, I accidentally dumped a whole bag of chocolate chips to the dough, so it ended up being extremely chocolatey.

"No, no. This time I'm the one who adds chocolate chips" She teases, taking the bag out of my hands and making me roll my eyes playfully.

"It happened one time" I sigh, making her chuckle, and receive a kiss on my cheek from her on which I can't help but smile.

Anyway, we'll get into making the dough and of course I decide to mess with Lizzie a bit. I dip my finger in flour and boop her nose on which she scrunches it cutely, repeating my actions and doing the same to me.

Of course it ends up being a flour fight, but Lizzie's laugh is my favorite sound ever so this was definitely worth it… though I'll be the one cleaning the kitchen up as it was my idea.

Whatever, we actually manage to put the cookies into the oven, so I'll get into cleaning while Lizzie goes to take care of the garden as she usually does.

Once I'm done and the cookies are still baking, I glance at my wife who seems to be busy with gardening and reach for my phone which she left on the counter.

I just can't take my mind off of the Golden globes, I need to check it. I tap on Instagram, searching for the right account and clicking on it once I see it.

Going through every cathegories I finally find the one my wife's name could be. I take a deep breath, counting to three before looking at it, my eyes widening when I see her name on the screen.

I immediately place my phone back down, running to Lizzie with the biggest smile on my face. I lift her up, making her squeal, and spin her around, causing both of us get wet as she's been holding a hose.

"Oh my god, what are you doing?" Lizzie chuckles, brushing a strand of wet hair out of my face.

"I just couldn't hold it and checked it. You got nominated!" I squeal happily with a smile.

"Really?!" I immediately get pulled in for a tight hug by my wife, receiving a loving kiss from her right after.

"I'm so proud of you!" I pull her into another tight hug, holding her tightly until I realize the cookies must be done by now, my eyes widening. "The cookies!" I immidiately sprint back inside only to hear Lizzie laughing at me.

I quickly take the cookies out of the oven, letting out a sigh of relief when I see they're not as dark as I thought they would be. I mean… they're burnt, but still look edible.

Lizzie meanwhile finishes her gardening and joins me inside, both of us immediately changing into something dry and comfy.

"How about we watch a movie now? When we have those super cookies" Lizzie suggests, making me roll my eyes on the last part. She's definitely gonna tease me about that.

"Movie sounds great and the cookies aren't that burnt" I respond, earning a small chuckle from her before she just pulls me out of the room and drags me downstairs.

We sit on the couch, cuddling up together as Lizzie chooses a movie for us to watch.

"Thank you for everything, Y/N. Your support really means so much to me. I love you" Lizzie tells me, making my cheeks turn a bit red.

"I will always support you, Liz. I love you too"

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[desafinado]

Damnn i like s/o wife hcs so much can you do the same to zhongli and diluc👉🏻👈🏻 also hope you have nice day

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 happily ever afters (?)

°｡⋆ zhongli, diluc, kazuha x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ suggestive like literally the word, sickening fluff once again

note: ofc, and thank you, hope your days are well too. added kazuha bc while i’m here, might as well… i'm glad y'all like the first one, and if there’s anyone else you’d like to see, don’t hesitate to leave an ask!! also... depending on whether i got the courage to post it alr, a 50 followers celebration is coming up, (its here!!) so feel free to join in ^^

(alhaitham, ayato) | (zhongli, diluc, kazuha)

zhongli ♡

all his years on teyvat, and you’d think he’d get used to all of the beauty it has to offer… but you still catch him off guard when you boop his nose first thing in the morning.

though he couldn’t have asked for a better way to wake up, it gives him the perfect excuse to shower you with kisses.

i feel like he’d easily slip into the so called “married life” as well as being the perfect husband (or as i like to say, malewife)

he cooks, he cleans, he makes you feel all warm inside…

he even visits during work, or vice-versa. you both have lunch with whatever he had initially packed just for you (you insist for him to join you).

on the less busy days, you both might even go for a walk by liyue harbor, taking in the stunning view of the ocean amidst the work on the docks

another spot you both would frequent is the path to the golden house, which might be a harder trek, but the views of the mountains as well as the history scattered around is very much worth it.

early on in your relationship, he already took note of your affection for certain dishes, so now he knows which ones to cook when you come home feeling celebratory, fatigued, frustrated, or just sad.

he lulls you to sleep (cuddled together ofc) with some old liyue tales and folklore, forehead kisses every now and then.

expect a lot of road trips along liyue or even to other nations. he wants to experience teyvat, now that he isn’t very preoccupied being an archon, and he wants to experience it with you.

even if it's just for a weekend, he makes sure that it’s something you’ll both treasure.

while on these trips, your favorite pastime is just taking candid pictures of him; they either turn out absolutely stunning and jaw dropping…or just plain goofy

“hehehe…” “what are you giggling about, my love?… oh. wonderful picture nonetheless ,my darling, though i apologize you caught me at a bad moment.”

you sighing at him in content, as he recounts his own experiences about the location you’re both visiting.

since, he’s always recounting to you his experiences in the past, you make it a point to introduce to all the newer advances in the world… whether it be technology or gastronomical breakthroughs

“so you’re saying… they put a whole dango in this milk? and people drink it? that doesn’t sound very…” “healthy? yup, but the raiden shogun herself approves of it so…”

though it might not suit his tastes or its emergence into culture, he’s happy trying whatever you have to offer him.

you’ll also tell him the history and cultures from your own homeland! he’s gets very excited about it, because he’s always up for learning something new, especially when it’s something near and dear to you.

he just wants to spend as much time as he can with you; he of all people knows how short human life can be. he’s willing to spend it making sure you’ve lived a good one.

he’s been more silent than usual; you’ve been talking for a good 20 minutes now. he’d usually ask you questions or share his own insights from your sharing, but he’s been totally silent, only giving nods of affirmation. you pause your ramblings for a moment to check on him.

“dear? you haven’t spoken this entire time, i have to admit it is quite strange.”

he exhales softly, shaking his head.

“does it make you uneasy? i apologize, i was just… captivated by you.”

a blush spreads from your cheek to your entire face; he never did fail at making you feel like a middle-schooler with a crush. you hit his chest playfully, trying to play off your flustered state. he just giggles, admiring you under the golden sunset.

“zhongli!”

“it is only the truth, my love. it seems that everyday my love for you only grows stronger.”

diluc ♡

you’ve never seen lovesick, until you see diluc come home everyday to collapse in your arms.

he’ll often rant about rowdy patrons at the tavern or pompous businessman he had to meet that day, you just try to get him to a better place… or at least you try to.

“he annoyed me to hell, darling. he acted like he owned the place…” “but you do, dear. next time, you should just kick him out. don’t they know they’re keeping you from me?”

his embarrassed state is something he only lets you see… and well, cause. it just baffles him that you'd go to such lengths or say such things to demonstrate your love for him.

when you both have a day off, you both spend it around the estate, enjoying each other’s presence.

reading books in the library, baking a batch of cookies, picking grapes or braiding his hair. he absolutely craves these moments of normalcy, and you’re happy spending it with him.

braiding his hair is especially fun, because it gives you the opportunity to run a hand through his soft locks. you also steal a kiss or two on his neck.

if you two have a day or night out on the town, you can be sure that he might hold your hand a bit tighter or rest an arm around your shoulder the entire time.

it’s not that he’s necessarily jealous, but it's a small reminder for him that whatever he can face, he can face it with you.

so if a certain knight comes along, teasing him, he doesn’t feel at all embarrassed, because his love for you is nothing to be ashamed of.

but back to coming home, it's especially satisfying after spending a day with you. it’s a good kind of tired, the tiredness you’d feel from an overload of serotonin.

if he decides to go on some darknight hero business, you’ll be there to see him off and make sure he’s ready for whatever he might come across.

he’s even discovered a snack bar or two in his coat pocket.

bloody, bruised, or unscathed, you’ll be there to welcome him home. he’s told you to go on and sleep without him, but you’ve refused every time.

the first time he found you, he felt the guilt go straight to his head. you assured him you were fine though, and you’d only feel sorry if he wasn’t the last thing you saw before you slept.

if time and fatigue truly forbids it, you’re sure to find him in morning light, his arms around you.

he never wants you to worry over him… more than you already do.

to him, you’re the only thing worth coming home for, the only reason he’d want to come home in one piece. between all the loud crowds causing him a headache or bloody battles he’s fought, he imagines you waiting for him at the place he knows as home.

“oh my god.”

his voice is deep and almost shaky, seeing you reading a book and sitting at the edge of your shared bed. the sun was set to rise in an hour or so, but here you were, waiting for his arrival. he dropped whatever he was holding, not caring for the loud thump it made; he immediately brought his arms around you, the both of you softly falling to the bed.

“d-did you wait this long for me? you didn’t have to… i’m so-”

“diluc.”

you bring a palm to his cheek, guiding his gaze towards you. your eyes did look sleepy, but a lazy yet bright smile ran across your face.

“it doesn’t matter, my dear. i’m just happy you’re home, here, with me. that’s all that ever matters.”

kazuha ♡

you both compromised on a long distance relationship for the majority of your relationship, but when marriage came up, you knew you couldn’t keep it that way.

rather than him having to come visit you every few months, he gradually stayed longer and longer, until he truly did live in your own home… or well, both your home.

that didn’t stop his wandering ways though, in fact, he had a newfound goal to show you everything he had seen.

expect him to be taking up all your vacation days, planning a thorough and perfectly personalized itinerary.

if time allows it, you’ll even travel for a month or so, just wandering around, before coming back home.

when kazuha came back home, you’d always be there and make him feel at him. he was literally coming back from a long-winded journey after all.

he wanted to do the same for you, so he’d push through his fatigue to take care of you once you both return. he’d run you a bath and make some comfort food to help you relax.

sleeping in until tomorrow afternoon, your bodies lazily entangled with one another. if you even try to get up, he’s quick to pull you back down, encouraging you to rest.

“i’m not that tired anymore…” “hmm, well i still am, very much.” “okay, then let-” “i need you here though, else i’ll never get up.”

you know he’s exaggerating and simply being clingy, but maybe you should indulge him, as well as yourself.

when it’s back to business, you can expect him to be taking care of the house. he’s already decorated it in trophies and memories he’s brought back from his own adventures, but he focuses on showcasing the memories you and him have had.

he’ll also be passing time, writing poems about his life with you, or just you. you are his muse, after all.

the moment you come home, you can expect him to be clinging on to you, as if letting you go would mean that he would lose you.

after one particularly long day (you left without giving him kisses :( rip ), he just carried you in his arms to your shared bedroom. he didn’t let you leave until he showed you just how much he missed you (kisses and cuddles or something more suggestive oh my).

or you know, he’ll just tell you with all the poems he’s thought up while you were gone… maybe even through song, if he’s feeling especially heartstruck.

he realizes how you must’ve felt when he went on those months long journeys, so he’s trying to make up for it now.

he realizes how much he’s been missing you too, all those nights he spent alone feeling like something was missing… it was you.

“that was beautiful, ‘zuha.”

your head is snug against his chest, and your voices are pronounced against the night breeze, river splashing and crickets chirping. the tent kazuha pitched gives you the privacy you two very much deserve.

“the poem? the view? or… could you possibly even be talking about me?”

he smirks at his last suggestion, you can only giggle softly. you snuggle deeper against his touch, trying to etch this moment in your head.

“all of it, beloved. everything about you is beautiful. i…”

he only shakes his head, giggling right back at you. he welcomes your closeness, resting his head on your shoulder.

“all i do, all i see, all i am, they are only possible with you. you, my dear, are the most beautiful soul that i am thankful to be graced with.”

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[sapphickorro]

Hi! I would love to request G!P Agatha Harkness fem! R

Thank you 😊

Assistant

Pairing(s) - g!p CEO!Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader

summary: You question your boss about the work you have to do (or rather don’t have to do) as an assistant.

warnings: girl penis!!, men grabbing you, mommy kink, dirty talk, oral, penetration, unprotected sex, p in v, smut!!!!

word count: 2,227

A/N: Agatha? g!p Agatha??? Yes. Mommy.

ao3 - masterlist

The sound of keyboards clacking fill the rather quiet room. Light mutters and phones ringing accompany the early morning office space. 

You run back and forth, carrying hot cups of coffee to workers in cubicles and conference rooms. Although working as an intern for a well known electric company provides decent pay, you despise the workers there.

Your meaningless hours are spent being treated like a lapdog to those above you in the corporate hierarchy, having no say in your treatment as you’re desperate for a job during this time. 

“Shit!” You exclaim as you look up seeing an angered face in front of you. You had just spilt hot coffee all over one of the managers. Fearing for your job you pull out a packet of napkins from your skirt pocket profusely apologizing as you attempt to wipe off the brown liquid from their blouse. 

A sharp hand clasps your wrists causing you to yelp out. 

“Can’t even do one thing right, you impudent intern.” The man in front of you drags you away to your supervisor’s office. Your eyes widen as you realize that your mistake had potentially cost you your job. His grip on your wrist is not nearly hurting as much as it’s overshadowed by the anxiety that fills your lungs.

Your soft apologies do nothing to ease his temper as he knocks loudly on the door of your supervisor. ‘M. Rambeau’ are the letters that occupy the sign plastered next to the door. 

The man holding you is about to knock again as the door swiftly opens, his fist still in the air halting as through the other side reveals another woman standing from inside the room. Her attire flushed with tints of purple. 

“M-Ms. Harkness!” The man stutters out. He straightens his posture and looks at her, his hands getting clammy from the mere presence of her.

“This better be worth my time.” She says flatly, staring at the man so intently almost as if she was traveling through his irises. 

“It seems to be that I caught Ms. Rambeau at a bad time, I’ll return later.” He says quickly as he’s about to turn back around from the way he entered through. “Wait.” Agatha says halting the man in his path.

“Is this man bothering you?” She walks up to you pulling you into her arms and effectively dropping the grip the man had on you. Her arms caress your shoulders, sending a wave of electricity to run through your body. He tries to plead his case, “No, Miss. I was just-” 

“I don’t recall asking for your statement.” She cuts him off. She looks down at you expecting an answer to come out of your mouth. “No, I made a mistake and he was rightfully angry.” 

The answer seems to ease the man in front of you as he lets out a sigh. “I see, such an humble girl you are.” She smiles down at you. “However, I expect that you receive an apology for the manhandling, don’t you think?”

You nod up at her and she turns her head towards the man. 

“I’m truly sorry for the actions I made in my tempered state. Please forgive me.” He says, bowing his head. 

“Well?” You quickly mutter that you forgive him and Agatha adds, “Next time I see you touching a worker like that, expect your things to be packed. Understood?” 

With a quick nod, the man scampers off.

“Aren’t you a cute one?” Agatha boops your nose. Her high heels cause you to have to tilt your head up to look at her. You avert your eyes to avoid her intense gaze, noticing Monica sitting at her desk staring at the two of you. Your face flushes at the eyes on you.

“Do you work on this floor?” She grabs your lanyard looking at your name and position. “An intern?” 

“Yes, ma’am. I just started a couple weeks ago.” 

“It’d be a shame for such an adorable little treat like you to go to waste. Why don’t you work as my assistant?” She rubs her hands warmly over your back.

“Are you serious? That’d be lovely.” Your smile beams at her, warming her heart.

Agatha Harkness turned out to be the CEO and chairwoman of the whole company. You cursed yourself out for not doing your research on the company you were interning for earlier. 

You hadn’t done anything while working under her. Well, not that she would let you. She put it as “Just sit still and look pretty for me, baby.” 

Everytime you would offer to get her coffee or carry out papers for her she would respond with something like, “I don’t want your pretty little hands to have to lift a single thing.” 

It had been a week of doing absolutely nothing for 8 hours a day until you finally snapped, asking her, “Ms. Harkness, I need to ask. Why did you hire me to be your assistant in the first place if I do even less than what I would be doing, interning?” 

She pauses her typing to look up at you from across the room. You’re seated on her couch, her office is spacious with minimal decorations aside from the purple colored crystals adorning the room and rugs that seem too clean, like everything else Agatha owned, pristine and neat. The empty room makes you feel small, petite like how she describes you. 

Agatha takes off her glasses and places them to the side of her desk. She clasps her hands like a ball and places them under her chin. The silence is too long for you, her staring makes you feel like you had asked a stupid question and your body starts to fidget.

“Listen hun, I thought I was being real obvious with this, but I find you attractive. Very attractive. Like, I want to fuck you, attractive.” Her bluntness causes your eyes to widen. Your face flushes red and heat rushes down your body. 

“I don’t need an assistant. That’s what I have a secretary for, but when I saw you, I couldn’t imagine a sweet little thing like you working in a company where there’s nothing but sharks wanting to eat you alive.” You remain silent, unsure what to say. Her flattery causes your body to react along with it. Agatha lowers her hands and places them onto her lap. She leans back in her chair emitting a relaxed look, “You can go back to how you were, interning and serving coffee to rude men, or you can stay here with me. It’s your choice.” 

“So…you want me to…have sex with you?” You mutter out. 

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, but I need to know right now, do you want me?” She says lowly, straightening her posture. A second passes as the two of you stare at each other. 

With a breathless voice, you respond, “Yes.”

Agatha lightly smirks, adoring the way she makes you react. She stands up stalking towards you slowly. When she’s right in front of you, she holds your face in her hands and rubs your cheek softly with her thumb. You crane your head up vertically to look at her.

She leans down so her head is right next to your ear and whispers, “Last chance to back out.” 

“I want you.” You whisper back.

It takes Agatha less than a second to turn her head and capture your lips into her own. The both of you moaning into each other’s mouths from the contact. Her lips are plump and addicting. She quickly forces her tongue into your mouth and scours every crevice desperately. 

She starts to unbutton the bottom buttons on your blouse and you quickly help her out by unbuttoning your top ones. When your blouse is free, you take no time to work it off your arms and your hands quickly find perch behind Agatha’s neck. 

Agatha’s hands find the hooks on the back of your bra and undoes them. She steps back admiring your bare chest. Her dark lust filled eyes cause you to cower away wanting to cover up your chest. 

“Oh baby, don’t be shy. You’re perfect.” She kneels down, taking one of your nipples into her mouth. You let out a whimper as one of your hands fly into her hair, gripping it. She moans at your light tug and moves her hand to cup your other breast quickly fondling it. 

She lets go of your nipple with a pop and moves up towards your neck starting to mark you. 

“I need to taste you, baby.” Agatha moves her hands down to your skirt and she starts to tug at it. You lift your hips slightly to help aid her with undressing you. When you’re left with nothing but your cotton underwear she sticks out her tongue and licks her way down to the wet spot seeping through the material of your garments. 

“You’re so wet. It’s like a buffet down here, hun.” You kick off your underwear with her help and she drops completely to her knees. She grabs your thighs and pulls them over her shoulders so she’s face to face with your clit. 

“I’m going to ravage you.” She says before swooping down to your bud and sucking it. You emit a loud moan at the sudden wetness from her mouth.

“Fuck!” Your hands find her hair again and pull on it. She moans as she lifts her face off your center. 

“You taste so good.” She dives back in licking and tasting your insides. You were sure that you wouldn’t last long with the way she was moving her tongue.

“Ah, mommy. Please.” Agatha can feel your orgasm coming and slips her tongue out. You let out a whine and tug at her hair. 

“No tugging.” She moves your hands away from her hair and stands up. “I was so close!” 

“I know baby, I know.” She unbuttons her blazer and slips out of it, dropping the coat to the floor. She rolls up her sleeves and places one hand under your chin.

“But look what you’ve done to mommy.” Agatha grabs your palm with her free hand and places it on the bulge protruding from her pants that matched her blazer. She unzips her pants and lets it slide off along with her boxers, the clothes pooling down by her ankles. Her rock hard cock flies out sticking up into the air.

“You wanna make mommy feel better?” She asks cooing at you as you nod fervently. She moves to the other end of the couch resting her knees onto the soft cushion. She shuffles towards you, separating your knees from each other. 

You swallow nervously as she moves the tip of her cock closer to your entrance. The size of it scaring you slightly. 

She notices the hesitation on your face and decides to take a hold of your hand. She lifts it to her face and kisses the back. “I’ll be gentle with you, but I can’t promise that I’ll be able to stop myself once I’m in you.” 

With that, she sticks her tip into the entrance of your pussy, slowly sliding in more. You gasp at her stretching you out, she already fills you up with only half of her length in. She moans your name into the air as she feels your tight walls around her.

“Fuck baby, you’re so warm.” She lowers her body so it’s hovering above you. Her hands rest on either side of your face. She swiftly thrusts her cock into you without warning causing you to yelp out, arching your back. 

“Shhhh, you’re doing so well for me.” Agatha moves one of her hands to push the hair out of your face. She admires the way your face contorts while adjusting to the size within you. Her cock pulses in you and it sends waves of pleasure through your body. 

“You ready?” You reply to her question with a small nod and she starts to move back and forth, dropping her face into your neck to give you more markings. 

“I’m so full.” You moan out into the air. Agatha’s hands move down to your breasts, fondling them lightly. 

She starts to move faster at a pace that you were unprepared for. Her cock slams into you at an uneven pace as Agatha tries to chase her orgasm. 

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum.” 

“I know baby, I’m close too. I’m gonna fuck every last drop of me into you.” You come undone with her words in your ears, arching your back and moaning her name. She follows soon after, her cum filling up your insides. Your thighs shake from the burst of pleasure.

Agatha stills in you and for a while, all that’s heard throughout the room is the panting and heaving that comes from the two of you. The odor of sex filling the room.

Agatha lifts her head from your neck and looks at you. Removing the shirt off of her chest and revealing her bra before unhooking it, leaving her upper half bare. “Round two?” 

#﹔﹒ korro writes﹒ ෆ #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness fic #agatha harkness smut

[pampanope]

Graves Headcanons from Shadows’ POV (Part 2):

Part 1

((hello hello again, more written stuff~))

7-11 sat in his quarters trying to decide which polaroid of the Commander he’d donate to the Graves Manual.

Would it be one of him mid-stretch, wearing knee-high compression socks and thigh length shorts? Maybe.

Or maybe the one with Graves slumped over his office desk, hair askew, drool leaking out of a parted mouth? A lot of potential there, a sleeping Graves is always cute appreciated.

How ‘bout the closeup of the Commander’s face, hair mussed by the wind, head tilted down, one side of his mouth quirked up playfully to expose a prominent canine, piercing steel eyes staring dead on at the camera full of challenge and—

Actually, fuck, no, 7-11’s keeping that one.

But also…

Did Graves know i was up in that tree? From that distance? The whole time? Or was it coincidence and he just happened to look in that one tree’s direction? What the fuck—he’s never—he looked at me—

7-11 took a deep breath and shuddered (out of fear or excitement?).

Right, probably just a coincidence; no way he’s caught on to my personal game, a game that’s been going on for months.

He would’ve said something by now, right?

Right.

Deciding to make a choice at a later date, he turned to his most pressing matter of the evening.

Zorro (9-24) had cornered him after evening chow, his brows all furrowed and mouth pursed in displeasure. He shoved a handful of stained loose leaf paper into his chest and said:

“Rewrite, retype, I don’t care, redo your coffee stained shit, sleepy cachorro, or I’ll let the new recruits know that their favorite, cool, mysterious Lt. is actually a slob of the highest degree.”

7-11 could only blink lazily as he was booped in the snoot with more force than called for, before the Brazilian swiftly power walked down the hallway.

That was hours ago.

Now those entries sat there on his desk and taunted him.

Well I can’t have the adorable receuits go around spreading that slander, he thought, knowing he thrived on their regard as much as he craved the Commander’s attention.

Sighing, 7-11 grabbed a fresh sheet of paper and began to write.

——-

• The Commander had a gift for people in general that was uncanny.

• Graves, after spending just enough time with someone, knew which buttons to push, what switches to pull, and which gears he’d need to grease or sabotage within that person to get his desired outcome.

•He can easily gauge the emotional state of his Shadows as individuals or as a whole. His pre-mission pep-rallies (for there is no better word for them) got their spirits up and blood boiling. Graves effortlessly grabs their attention and holds it in a tight grip.

(It was, 7-11 thought, so nice to have a boss who made an effort for you and from the scribbles along the margins, other Shadows agreed)

• This gift for people offered other advantages in the Commander’s line of work.

• He can get a basic grasp of a person’s capabilities or weaknesses through observation and intuition and decide if they’re worth his time. And his estimations were accurate far too often (Extremely useful when ‘recruiting’ in the field…)

(What does Graves see when he looks at me)

• it was akin to having a faded map that showed how best to navigate negotiations and dealings with adversaries, whether in business or combat; Graves intuitively knew when to apply pressure, how to bluff effectively, when threats were necessary, and if honeyed words wrapped in his southern drawl would yield better results.

(That last one was quite effective. Unfairly effective.)

• It’s always a goddamn pleasure to witness the Commander leverage his cards over the target. The smug, triumphant look he wore if his efforts were met with success was exquisite.

•As sure as the Commander’s grin hides a pair of wicked canines, so, too, does this empathy of his. It’s been honed into a weapon that, when turned on his enemies, can be deadly.

• Weaponized empathy.

(Holy hell, the Commander turned a typical Piscean trait into a weapon

EXCUSE ME HES A PISCES?!

Yeah I bribed a newbie in HR for that bit of info so ssshhhhh

Lil shit wont give me the Commanders bday. Yet.

Lemme at ‘em, I’ll make ‘em talk ;))

• It makes him a master manipulator and it’s an oft overlooked skill of Graves; most would look first at his experience in the USMC, MARSOC, and the weapons on his person to determine weapon proficiencies (haha tough luck, he’s proficient at multiple types of firearms and yeet-able objects).

•It’s allowed him to claw his way to success, tango with the rich elite that made up his client base, negotiate contracts with governments, traverse the murky waters that was life as a mercenary

• and safely guide his Shadow Company through it all.

(and always be ready to have the Commanders back should shit go pear shaped because NOTHING is ever certain)

• The Commander maxed out his Charisma stat

——-

7-111 chuckled softly at the surprise addition because yeah, Graves certainly did.

The officers in the D&D club gave after action reports that read like epic campaigns. Fucking beautiful.

7-11 decided to keep the little addition.

With that finished, he stacked the newly revised manual entries, shredded and dumped the originals, and swore to himself he’d apologize to Zorro in the morning for making the other Lieutenant spend some of his personal time tracking him down in the first place.

Hopefully he won’t send Peaches after his ass.

His ass and dignity haven’t yet recovered from the last session with that massive brute.

After shutting off the light, 7-11 flopped into his mattress, nuzzled into his cool pillow and drifted off to sleep to dreams of sharp teeth and steel eyes.

#shadow company interoffice drama #still tryna figure out writing #phillip graves #cod graves #call of duty #mwii #mwiii #mw2 #mw3 #my stuff #headcanons

[dearmailman]

Hiii Eddie I hope you're having a good day!!! If you're still taking fic requests could you please write a fic about wally babysitting a little reader who's autistic and they finger paint together or something like that sorry this is kinda long just have a great day

Hello neighbor!

This one's short and sweet. Reader has a small shutdown and Wally, your babysitter, provides comfort through regression.

"Now, now," Wally tuts. "What ever will we do?"

You are sitting in the corner of Home's living room, having come over to play with your sitter earlier that day. You're sniffling slightly, the lights feeling far too bright and the noises far too loud. You have your hands rested over your ears, and Wally's voice is muffled behind them.

Wally sits down across from you, tilting his head. "May I touch you?" You shake your head no, squeezing your eyes shut and pulling back from him on instinct, not wanting your felts to touch each other. Wally nods. "That's okay. Do you need to do something distracting, or do you need a nap in the dark?"

You sniffle again, though your tears have mostly dried and settled into quiet distress. "Distraction," you mutter.

"Okay! I will get my headphones for you, and then I will get a distraction." He sounds very determined to do these simple tasks, as though doing it for you means everything to him. You can't help smiling after him as he walks off.

A loud creak sounds at you, and it makes you cover your ears harder. "No, please, Home," you say, feeling bad that your friend can't speak with you right now due to the way its creaking gnaws at your eardrums. "We can play later," you promise him. Home falls silent respectfully, and Wally emerges from his bedroom with a pair of red earmuffs. They look like lumpy circles at first, but as he gets closer you realise they're apples!

It's a very cute sight, and you smile again despite the tear streaks on your face. Wally gently guides your hands away and immediately replaces them with the earmuffs. He's saying something to you, but it's too muffled to hear, so you give him a confused look.

He speaks up louder, in a very slow, pointed voice. "Would you like to paint, little neighbor?"

You seem unsure for a moment, wondering if the texture of the paints might be too much? It doesn't usually bother you, so perhaps it's worth a try. You nod and Wally nods back.

Moments later, you both are spread out on the floor in between bottles of paint and several pieces of construction paper. You have a green paper and are smearing blue paint over it, creating what seems to be a skyline. Maybe you'll add flowers? Bees to pollinate them? Endless possibilities!

You can't hear Wally, but he's painting beside you, with yellow paper and red paint. While you do feel more at ease, the lights are still very bright, and it's making it hard to relax, as everything seems more saturated, like it's jumping into your face.

"Home?" you call out, a bit too loud since you can't hear yourself. "Close window?" Home creaks their shutters shut for you, and a few friendly squeak, squeak, squeaks! ring out at you. You sigh, the room darkening and now only lit by a lamp in the corner.

Wally pats your head softly, and you turn to look at him, pulling up one headphone so you can hear him. "Reader, what did you paint? Do you want to see what I have painted?"

You hold up your pretty picture of a field, with bright colorful flowers and two buzzing bees, nodding at wanting to see his as well. Wally holds up a drawing that is two circles with one inside the other. You quirk an eyebrow, a little confused. But then it clicks.

"A eye?

"Yes, neighbor. Because eye love you," he boops your nose with a paint covered finger, and the red stains your nose. You giggle and touch his cheek, also spotting him with paint. Wally laughs slowly when he hears you giggling, assuming something silly must be at foot. "Barnaby teaches me good jokes, I think."

"Do you feel better, my littlest neighbor?"

You pause and consider it, and yes, you do feel better. In the darkened room with most loud noises fallen away, relaxing with your babysitter, you feel quite good, even! Wally smiles wider as you nod in confirmation, and he sets his picture down.

"Oh, that's good. What do you want to do now?"

"Snacks!" you cry, raising your hands in the air.

"Okay. I still have your favorites in my refrigerator, blossom."

"Snacks!" you cheer again.

"Snacks," Wally agrees.

You chant it and Wally states it back and forth to each other as you make your way to the kitchen, happy to just be there with each other, despite any troubles the day may have given you.

sfw interaction only

#wally & reader: autistic to autistic communication #special delivery #agere #sfw caregiver #sfw agere #age regression #fandom agere #welcome home agere #fandom agedre #wally darling #babysitter caregiver

[crissiebaby]

A Padded Procession

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, masturbation, humiliation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: jerry175

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*CLUNK!*

Sliding open the rear passenger-side door of her van, Kara let out a shaky, yet excited breath. How could she not be? After all, it wasn’t every day that one of her best employees and even better friends, Maggie, would be getting married. It wasn’t even her wedding and yet she could feel the rush of pre-wedding jitters as if she were planning to waltz down the aisle herself. Sadly, Mr. Right had never come around for Kara. Not for a lack of trying. The attraction just never lasted. Either that or she ended up being a tad too controlling for their tastes.

And that’s where I came in. My name is JJ, formerly Jarek. A little over a year ago, I was working IT under Kara, grinding away at a job that made me miserable for more hours a week than I’d like to admit. That all changed when she accidentally happened upon my secret porn stash at work, which was filled with some of the most erotic ABDL and sissy porn the internet had to offer. And while many bosses would fire an employee who was so willing to waste company time pleasuring themself, Kara wasn’t just any employer.

Over the course of a single weekend, Kara transformed my work life from a humble IT specialist into the office baby. Her office baby. I resisted the change at first but after some arousing coercion from my fellow female employees, I took to my new role as Kara’s sissy baby girl. She was no longer my boss. Now, she was my Mommy. 

The changes only became more intense from there. Along with a steady diet of CrissBaby Bowel Busting Formula and weekly shots of Regression serum, I was officially adopted as an adult baby, completely signing over my adulthood to Kara. And she made sure that I was living an infant lifestyle 24/7. Double diapers were to be worn at all times. As were only the girliest and sissiest outfits that Mommy could find, which she was more than happy to parade me around the office and out in public. To say it was a humiliating experience would be the understatement of the century. However, to say it was anything other than my wildest and kinkiest dreams come true would be the worst lie I’d ever told.

“Okay, JJ, let’s go play-play,” said Kara with a big smile as she unbuckled me from my car seat, booping my nose as her arm passed over my head. I instinctively moved to cover my nose, causing her to giggle at my innocent reaction. She then placed her hands under my armpits and lifted me out of the car, showing off a year's worth of arm and core workouts.

As my feet touched down on the gravel ground, I couldn’t help but wiggle my hips as my powder pink party dress unfurled down my legs, allowing the built-in petticoat to brush delicately against my thighs. If my diaper wasn’t tenting before, it certainly was now, especially with the pair of egg vibrators that had been fastened to my sissy clitty that were begging to be activated with the press of a button. I pushed my dress down over my pointed padding, shivering as a euphoric ping radiated from my crotch up through my spine.

Unfortunately, as the pleasure began to die down, so too did the fogginess that Little Space offen coated my eyes with. Looking around the winery’s parking lot, it became apparent to me just how many people were attending Maggie’s wedding. “I fot chus said dere woodn be too many peepo,” I said, having never been around a group larger than the 20 or so employees at Kara’s company. I wasn’t exactly counting but from a quick glance, there were nearly double that number of cars if not more. Just how big was this wedding supposed to be? 

“Calm down, JJ. Everyone will be too busy focusing on the bride to worry about a little baby like you anyway. Now open wide,” said Kara, instructing me to open my mouth and let in a bulbous pacifier before rewarding me with a big hug. I unsurprisingly melted like I always do, recognizing that like it or not, I was walking into that wedding diaper first. As we parted from the hug, Mommy took me by the hand and ushered me toward the venue, “Just keep a hold of my hand and I promise, nothing will happen that I know you can’t handle.”

In spite of how reassuring Kara’s words may have seemed to an outsider, the way Mommy said that final sentence had my heart pulsing out of control. Clearly, she had her heart set on pushing my blushy boundaries today whether I liked it or not, and was aiming to provide as much comfort in the meantime. You’d think that after spending so long in sissy baby bliss that the embarrassment I felt would’ve cooled off. This could not be further from the truth as Kara had a knack for coming up with new and creative ways to bring out the red in my cheeks. It was a big part of what I loved so much about her.

Entering the winery’s reception hall like a scared animal clinging to the leg of its overprotective mother, I swear I could feel every set of eyes staring at me as I passed by. Men, women, old, young. Everywhere I turned, I saw the pupils of several dozen strangers. And below those pupils were mouths that whispered and giggled at the sight of me. I squeezed Kara’s hand tighter in desperate need of comfort, fixing my eyes on the large, white wedding cake that sat in the center of the grand hall. 

Mercifully, it wasn’t long before some familiar faces began to pop up as basically everyone from work was in attendance, including and especially the bride herself. “Oh my Goddess, Maggie! You look absolutely stunning!” said Kara, yanking me forward at a brisk pace as she approached her subordinate for a congratulatory embrace. She was dressed in an off-white, cupcake wedding dress that cleared at least two feet in all directions. Not the puffiest wedding dress ever but still quite a bit of volume, “You’d better promise me this won’t come between you and your job.”

Cackling in response to Kara’s faux concern, Maggie graciously returned Kara’s affection. “Thank you, Kara. And don’t worry, I won’t dare miss out on a day with this cutie,” she said, her attention suddenly turning to me. She was dressed in an off-white, cupcake wedding dress that cleared at least two feet in all directions. Not the poofiest wedding dress ever but still more possessing than enough volume to make me insanely jealous, causing my horny brain to circle back to all the yummy ABDL sissy wedding captions I’d read in my life. I wouldn’t get to muse on those alluring graphics for long, though, as Maggie snapped me from my stimulated stupor by cupping both of my plump cheeks in her hands, “You’re lucky your Mommy did such a good job with your face or else I’d be pinching those cheeks all night!”

It was true. Kara had spent nearly an hour putting on my makeup. At the time, it was a fun albeit slightly blushy bit of Mommy-sissy bonding time. Now, it felt more like a 5D chess move designed to extract as much blood from my cheeks as possible. “Go on, JJ. Tell Miss Maggie thank you for complimenting your appearance,” said Kara, encouraging her fuming baby to speak up in appreciation.

“F-Fankoos M-Miwth Maggie,” I stuttered, failing to calm myself down enough to produce a legible lisp. Without fail, a chorus of laughter followed my pathetic attempt at sounding grown-up, further driving home my humiliation. I felt like a mouse trapped between the claws of a group of malicious cats. And much to my dismay, the feeling was only about to be bolstered.

“Maggie! Maggie!” said a tall, flat-chested woman with a sleeve of tattoos running down her arm. She wore a sleek red bridesmaid’s dress that looked like it was far outside of her typical wardrobe, “We have a problem. Your cousin needs to take Amy home because Amy was throwing up and now we have no flower girl for the ceremony,” she said, her hands clamped on Maggie’s arm as she jogged in place, “Quick, do you know if anyone else is bringing a daughter today? It wouldn’t be hard to teach someone to fill in.”

Placing a frustrated hand on her forehead, this was obviously the last thing a bride like Maggie wanted to hear. “Shit, Olivia, is there no chance Amy will get better? I don’t have any other younger family members! Ugh! I guess we’ll just have to go without a-” she said, coming to an abrupt halt as her gaze landed on me, “...actually, on second thought, let my cousin know we’ll be okay. We have the perfect replacement right in front of us.”

I gulped hard, recognizing that once again, I found myself at the center of attention with all eyes on me. Well, almost all eyes. Looking toward Mommy in hopes she would spare me from being paraded down a wedding aisle, I was shocked to see that her focus was not on the latest proposition to up my humiliation. Instead, her sights were locked onto the tattooed woman, Olivia, with a line of red forming along her cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose.

“Well, what do you say, Kara? Mind if we take JJ off your hands for a bit?” asked Maggie, elbowing her boss with a sly wink.

Realizing too late that the conversation had left the station without her, Kara quickly answered without thinking. “Oh, yeah, sure. JJ’s up for anything you need,” she said, nudging JJ in Maggie’s clutches and passing her diaper bag off to Maggie before beelining toward her goth Goddess.

“W-Waid! Mommy!” I said, feeling one of Maggie’s hands wrap itself around my waist while another planted itself firmly on my shoulder. All the while, I watched as my only hope of salvation disappeared into the crowd of people, leaving me to what was sure to be my blushiest fate yet.

Before I could fully grasp what was happening, I was whisked away from the main reception hall and led down a dim corridor, stopping as we reached the last door on the right. My breathing shortened as Maggie knocked on the door, only for a plethora of female giggles to echo through the doorway as she opened it a second later. “Hope you’re all decent. Bride’s coming in,” she said, stepping into the den of femininity with me at her side.

The first thing to hit me about the bridal dressing room was the powerful aroma of floral perfume that wafted throughout the room. As I tiptoed into the space filled with girls I didn’t know, I struggled to find air to fill my lungs with. It almost didn’t feel real. It was as real as could be, made evident as Maggie escorted me to the other side of the dressing room where a young woman with short brown hair was doing her makeup, “Hey, Carrie, I have a small request for you. Can you look after our new flower girl here and get her ready? I’d ask someone else but you’re the only bridesmaid with any caregiving experience.”

Spinning around in her chair with a perky smile stretching across her lips, Carrie leaped to her feet and rushed over to lift me into a hug. It was certainly a shock, to say the least. “You didn’t tell me there’d be any Littles here!” she said to Maggie before angling her glance down at me, stroking my hair much like a supervillain with a white, fluffy cat might, “You must feel super lucky getting such an important job! Don’t worry, we’ll have you looking almost as eye-catching as the bride…almost.” She stuck her tongue out at Maggie to emphasize her joke.

“Great! I’ll leave you to it then!” said Maggie, unhooking her arm from mine as she made her way back to the reception hall.

Left alone in Carrie’s care, I could feel my heart trembling like a scared bunny’s. It was already tormentous enough to be surrounded by so many women that I knew at work. Here, without a familiar face to cling to, was like getting pushed into the deep end of a pool lacking the ability to swim. I wanted to run; to go find my Mommy and convince her this was too much. But I’ve also been through this song and dance before. The only good pleading to Kara would do is likely pile on further embarrassment. It didn’t matter how much I was dreading my flower girl makeover. My butt may as well have been glued to the seat.

“Okay…um, sorry, can you tell me your name, baby girl?” asked Carrie, realizing an important step had been missed as she stepped in close and rested her hands on my shoulders.

Pressing my pointer fingers together, I nervously responded, “I-I’m JJ.” Little did I know what my simple response had caused.

Having grown accustomed to being known around the office as the crossdressing baby that I had become, I’d forgotten that not everyone was aware of the crossdressing part. From an onlooker’s perspective, I looked like the spitting image of a female Little. So, as soon as Carrie heard my voice and name, her eyes lit up like she’d just won the lottery. “Oh. My. Gosh. Maggie got a sissy baby for a flower girl?!” she shouted in her excitement, unwittingly turning every head in the dressing room. It had been a while since I’d truly felt this impossibly small.

“Yo, did you just say sissy? Like, that little girl is actually a sissy boy?”

“That’s what I heard. Just look at him! You can barely tell!”

“It’s like he was born to be a girl. Please tell me you need help, Carrie!”

One by one, the voices of Maggie’s wedding party spoke up in jubilation of their newest and only male member. Though to be fair, the term “male” was getting quite the liberal usage. I could only watch with strained eyes as the girls peeled off from what they were doing to gather around my chair.

Before I could protest all the unwanted attention, a pair of hands latched onto my wrists and held them high. It was Carrie, who was aiming to get the ball rolling on my transformation. “First thing’s first, we need to get you out of that lovely dress of yours. Girls?” she said, keeping a firm hold on both my arms as several hands grabbed onto my dress and yanked it upward. If only it had been long enough to be pinched under my butt. Sadly, the short dress had little to hang onto as it was pulled over my head, leaving my top half to only be covered by my petite, B-cup bra, which had been lovingly stuffed with toilet paper. Cue the laughter.

“Bahahahaha! You wanna borrow my pasties, JJ?” said one of the girls, cackling as she cupped my filled bra and began to massage it, “I bet you wish you could have a pair of real ones. Maybe Mommy will get you on hormones if you’re lucky!”

Understandably, my face turned bright red, both from my shameful exposure and from the thought of getting even girlier than I already was. I prayed that none of these girls brought up the idea of hormones to Kara. The last thing she needed was any help in the humiliation department.

Mercifully, the idea wasn’t allowed to hang in the air for long before Carrie spoke up once again, “Let’s adjust her makeup a bit to start,” she said, plucking the oversized binky out of my mouth, “The bridal party is all wearing the same color and we definitely can’t leave out our Littlest member! And just so you know, I had my lips all over this one.” She winked as she grabbed a tube of ruby-red lipstick and brought it to my mouth.

Meanwhile, I could feel two sets of hands get to work stripping off my shoes and ankle sock with Carrie obstructing their actions entirely. The same hands then took great pleasure in selecting a pair of white tights before stretching them over my feet and up my legs The delicate caress of soft hands and even softer fabric forced me to bite my lip, doing everything in my power to keep from wiggling so as not to draw attention to the sensations I was feeling. There was, however, little I could do about the electric signals that the tantalizing skin-on-skin contact and sheer tights were creating. Naturally, my body had been conditioned for arousal, having been made to cum practically on demand at the office. So was it any wonder that my diaper started tenting out?

“Ooooooh! I think our flower sissy is enjoying the attention,” said another girl, leaning in close to get a better look at my throbbing double diaper front. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the twin vibrators entangled around my cock weren’t meant to stretch, choking the blood flowing through my phallus and increasing my sensitivity tenfold.

Finishing up with my eyes and lips, Carrie stepped back and snickered, tsking at my aroused state. “Naughty, naughty, naughty! We can’t have you pitching any crinkly tents while walking down the aisle,” she said, sinking her hand into the pillowy padding. My feet arched forward as far as they could go as I squirmed helplessly beneath her erotic touch, “I’d say one- no, two more diapers ought to do it!”

“T-Two mo diapees,” I whimpered, my expression and whiny vocals garnering more coos and giggles. This was sissy torture to an infinite degree!

Digging into the diaper bag that Maggie had passed off to her, Carrie quickly fished out two fresh CrissBaby Super Soakers before smirking as she peered deeper into the bag. Knowing  

the wide array of kink stuff Kara had packed from Lightning Laxatives to Lisp Lollies, it was any wonder what dastardly thoughts she was having. However, it was when she gleefully pulled out the pair of small vibrator remotes and plopped them down between her bountiful cleavage that I realized how truly doomed I really was. “Diaper time!” she said in a sing-songy tone, something that only amplified my blushiness, “Would you girls help me lay our princess potty pants on the floor.”

Barely needing an invitation, the girls dutifully carried out Carrie’s wishes as I was sprawled across the floor with my arms and legs pinned in place. Craning my neck up from my prone position, I pushed out my bottom lip as Carrie flattened out and fluffed up the pair of bulky nappies. My butt soon rested upon both cloud-like layers with all eight tapes locking me into an overtly infantile state. 

I sat up as the girls finally released my appendages, despairing as I failed to even bring my feet together, much less my knees. Walking down the aisle just got a lot more challenging. Tragically, the diapers may as well have been an opening act in comparison to what was in store for me next. Short, flouncy, and matching the accent colors that each of the women was wearing, my jaw dropped as I gazed into the sparkling, lilac void that was my flower girl dress. Even the girliest girl would say this was overdoing it, though I could practically hear Kara’s devious words in my head saying, “Oh, but you’re fair girlier than the girliest girl, sissy baby!”

“Alright ladies, time to wrap our present,” teased Carrie as the dress was brought over my head. I held my breath as my head was submerged in layers of taffeta and lace. By the time my head popped out the other side, I didn’t need to open my eyes to know how silly I looked. The howling laughter of the bridal party was more than enough, “Awww, JJ, sweetie! You have to open those pretty eyes to see how precious you look.”

Knowing it could hold out forever, I decided to bite the bullet and open my eyes before someone took it upon themselves to pry them open. Sure enough, it was somehow worse than I expected. No doubt, my flower girl predecessor had to be a very small child based on how short the dress was. It barely cleared my belly button, taking away my ability to do something as simple as pull my dress down over my diapers. Not that it would make much of a difference considering I was engulfed by a foot of padding in all directions.

Brushing her hands together in a self-satisfied manner, Carrie threw her arms around me from behind, pulling me into the kind of hug that only seasoned caregivers knew how to give. “What a perfect angel. Maggie’s gonna regret making a scene stealer like you her flower girl,” she whispered in my ear, sending pleasurable chills coursing throughout my body. I could feel my resistance melting, “Now then, I’d say we’ve kept you to ourselves long enough. Let’s go say hi to everyone, shall we?”

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Mortification. If you had to put my feelings into a single word, it would be mortification. From the second I stepped foot in the main reception hall wearing an actual little girl’s dress and more diapers than I could soak through in multiple days. It was non-stop cooing, butt-grabbing, and, worst of all, the cheek-pinching. By the time people were taking their seats for the ceremony, my cheeks had been permanently stained crimson by the countless abrasions. At least I was permitted to keep my paci out so as to show off my painted lips, though to call that a consolation prize was laughable.

Thankfully, the end was nigh. Kara had already informed me that she’d be changing me back into my own dress after the ceremony was finished, though she was also a tad more scatterbrained than usual, much to my surprise. Regardless, that meant all I had to do was drop some flower petals down the center aisle before the bride’s entrance and I was in the clear. That light at the end of the tunnel was all the motivation I needed to prevent a total mental collapse due to all the unwanted attention.

Not long after guests began to take their seats, I was rounded up by the Maid of Honor, Olivia, who, as if by an act of Goddess, was the only person not deriding my extremely sissy baby appearance. She passed a basket full of pink and purple flower petals off to me, positioning it in the crux of my elbow “Listen close JJ because I’m not going to repeat myself,” she said, staring me down with stoney eyes, “Since you missed rehearsal, here’s how everything’s gonna shake down. The minister and groom will enter first, followed by the bridesmaids and groomsmen, and then me and the Best Man. After that, it’ll be all you. Just try not to waste all the petals too early and you should be aye okay. You got all that?”

Nodding through my anxiety, I had to admit to myself that I was a little excited to have a role in a wedding for the first time in my life, even if it was the most humiliating role possible. Plus, Maggie had been a dear friend of mine for years. To be the one to walk down the aisle directly before her had me feeling very sentimental. Receiving a quick headpat from Olivia, I was ushered to my place in the procession.

Once I had the order of operations down, the waiting game began, made one hundred times worse by the anticipation held deep inside my chest. It made me crave Kara's comforting arms something fierce. Luckily, the actual wait time didn’t end up being super long, even if from my perspective, it felt like an eternity. I watched with a contented smile as members of the wedding party began to file in and make their way to the head of the ceremony as the soft string quartet began to play. It was beautiful. It was graceful. It was-

“Hey, JJ, come here for a sec,” said Carrie, calling me over when there were only a handful of bridesmaid-groomsman pairings left. Not wanting to miss my cue, I initially tried to ignore her but as her waving became more frantic, I relented.

Before I knew what was happening, Carrie was leading me by the arm around a corner with my diaper bag under her arm. “Don wowwy, I don nees mo diapees,” I protested, believing she must be intending to check my diaper ahead of my big walk. However, it soon became apparent that this was far from her intention as she pulled me in close with a firm hand supporting the base of my spine, “Wuh awe chus-MMMMMF!”

Suddenly, my eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as Carrie pressed a small, clear bottle to my lips. I instantly recognized the gag-inducing flavor as one of the Lightning Laxatives that Mommy liked to keep on hand. I tried to shake her off so I could spit it out but was unable to before she tilted my head up and forced it down my throat. “Sorry, little JJ, but it’s always been a dream of mine to make a silly sissy baby shit themselves in public,” she said, planting a kiss on my nose.

I was given no chance to respond before I was led by the hand back to where the rest of the procession was waiting just in time for Carrie’s turn down the aisle. Sweat started to form across my brow line as I felt my tummy churning like an evil witch’s cauldron, which at this point, it may as well have been. I mused telling Olivia what had happened but having learned from past experience, honestly rarely worked in my favor considering my word was never taken over a Bigs. All Carrie would have to say is that I snuck into a bag myself and I would be in even worse trouble than before. I decided to stay quiet and hope that I could make it through my flower girl duties before the cramps set in.

Thankfully, once Olivia began her descent down the aisle, I knew my turn was just on the horizon. I inhaled sharply through my nose as I waited for Olivia and the Best Man to take their spots closest to where the bride and groom would be reading their vows.

“Hey cutie, break a leg out there,” said Maggie, patting my butt from behind as it was finally time for me to serve my hyper-feminine role. Regrettably, that small pat was enough to jolt my stomach, putting extra pressure on my bowels at the worst moment. I clinched hard, stopping in place momentarily as I muscled through the pain. My momentary pause did turn a couple of eyebrows but nothing beyond that as I forced myself forward on rattling legs. I grabbed a handful of flower petals and daintily sprinkled them over the floor as I walked, realizing that I’d completely forgotten to be embarrassed over my situation by the time I was a quarter of the way across the aisle. My mind both fortunately and unfortunately had bigger problems to worry about.

*GUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGLE!*

All of a sudden, a tummy grumble loud enough to be heard from space echoed out from the pit of my stomach, turning every head in the winery. I glanced ahead at Carrie, who was struggling to contain her vicious smile behind the hand that cupped her mouth. I whipped my head toward Kara, hoping that my Mommy would see the panic on my face and know she needed to get me out of here. As fate would have it, she and Carrie shared similar facial expressions. It appeared I was truly on my own.

Securing another pile of petals in my palm, I picked up the pace and started dropping flowers in double time. There wasn’t a person in attendance who wasn’t aware of the shameful display was on the verge of making, so it no longer mattered if they could tell I was in a hurry. To my dismay, these efforts were all for not as Carrie took the liberty of adding fuel to the proverbial fire that I was broiling in

*BZZZZZZZZ!*

As the twin eggs strapped to my dick began to vibrate furiously, I dropped to my knees only a few feet from the end of the aisle, giving everyone the best view possible. I buried my face in my hands and bellowed out a devastating moan, wishing I could phase out of existence in that moment. Dreadfully, what I was about to do couldn’t have been more obnoxiously visible.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRT!!!*

My eyes went cross as the seat of my diaper expanded exponentially with barely solid fecal matter. And thanks to the quadruple diapering I’d been subjected to, it took seconds at most for the mushy sludge to creep forward into the front of my diaper. Between the runny mess and purring vibrators, my brain stood no chance. My mind went near blank as I began humping my diapers in the middle of the aisle.

Craning my neck back shakily with the little consciousness I had left, I looked at Maggie with solemn eyes, feeling immensely bad about my scene-stealing antics. And yet somehow, she could only smile at my inability to control myself, snickering from the sidelines at my latest humiliating predicament. “Called it,” she said, nudging her father and holding out her hand. He rolled his eyes and sighed as he pulled out his wallet and slid $20 into her hand. 

“Well, at least you got decent coverage down the aisle,” said Olivia as she approached me and cupped my huffy face, “You did good, JJ. Now, let’s get you back to Mommy before the bride gets impatient.” Without waiting for a reply, she bent down and lifted me into the air, showing off her prowess in the gym with a perfect squat. Adding to my embarrassment was the fact that even after being held aloft in the air, I couldn’t stop my hips from twitching as my diaper grinded against her buff arm as she made her way down one of the seating pews and delivered me to Kara, “I believe this pamper packer belongs to you?” She placed me in Kara’s arms, the pair of dominant women refusing to let me touch the ground at all as my Mommy sat back down with me resting in her lap.

Nervously smiling up at Olivia, Kara winked at the Maid of Honor. “Thanks, Olivia. We still on for dinner next Friday?” she said, making a point of asking in front of me.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” responded Olivia, returning Kara’s seductive glance as she presented me with more headpats, “I can’t wait to get to know you more, JJ. I get the feeling we’re gonna be great friends.” Taking the time to look longingly into Kara’s eyes, she abruptly turned and rushed back to the head of the ceremony so that the wedding could continue, leaving me alone with Mommy for the first time since we’d arrived.

“Did you have fun today, cutie, because Mommy certainly did,” said Kara, ruffling my hair with her chin as “Here Comes the Bride” started to play. The two of us watched as Maggie and her father approached her soon-to-be husband. Well, one of us watched. I was too busy bouncing atop my plushy padding in hopes of making stickies before the ceremony concluded. At the end of it all, no matter how much I protested and despaired, I knew deep down that this was not only the role in life I deserved but the role I wanted, which was a feeling that only strengthened as Kara leaned in next to my ear and whispered, “Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to be Mommy’s flower girl too.” 

Nuzzling my face into Kara’s cleavage, I looked up at her with doughy, loving eyes, “I’d wuv dat Mommy.”

THE END.

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Stricklake headcanon?

Oof. Okie- I *may* have gone overboard... Still, have some headcanons I got for ya! Because I have no self-control! And yes, there is a lot of them.

He speaks in innuendos almost exclusively, but she will just be blunt with it ‘cause who got time for that.

He follows her. Just. He follows her. (🎵walk him like a dog, sis, walk him like a dog🎵) Okay, but actually he follows her (especially after the Eternal Night when he’s stuck in his troll form) because his arms are much longer than a human’s so it’s a bit uncomfortable to hold hands while walking beside each other because either she needs to stretch her hand down or he has to sort of angle his shoulder up, so, to compensate he always walks just behind her so that his hand is easy to keep in hers. Hence: he just follows her. (yes, he had the choice to lead, no, he did not take it.)

After they get comfortable with each other again, Barbara MUST boop him on the nose when he yawns and does the *biiiiiigggg streeeeetch* but, when he always complains with a little grumble, she’ll kiss his cheek as compensation. (and a bonus little scritch on the base of his horns if he’s especially grumpy)

Speaking of which, he PURRS. A lot. At first it sounds super scrungly and rough because he never did it very often, but Barbara makes it her personal mission to coax the purrs out of him and turn them smoother by constantly making him do it. (She succeeds, obviously ;} and when Jim and Strickler are having a petty little argument for funsies she’ll butt in ‘all serious’ and give him the stink eye and flex her fingers ready to make him purr in front of Jim and he’ll automatically, but grumpily, shut up and let Jim win)

He blushes LIKE CRAZY at like the smallest look from her ‘cause oh my God how could he not??? She’s wonderful, and stunning, and bewitching, and oh man he’s hers and she’s his, and could he be more fortunate to have her and— Meanwhile Barb will NOT blush at much, EXCEPT, of course, when he gives the worst dad joke in the world or some stupid, down-bad line like a nervous dork and THEN she’ll blush like a tomato.

As much as I love the hc that Strickler snores loud…my mom is the one that snores really loud……………………………………….so, BARB is the loud snorer and when she’s asleep she’s ASLEEP AND UNLESS THERE’S AN EMERGENCY SHE’S NOT WAKING UP. You could poke her, prod her, move her around, she WILL NOT wake up and WILL continue snoring like she’s gotta scare off the morning birds from the tree by the window. Strickler is the lightest sleeper the world has ever seen, Barb could be shifting around and his eyes will bolt open and he’ll just lay there. But, when he is exhausted and starts dozing off on the couch he’ll already be asleep but when Barb asks if he wants them to go to bed he’ll wake up all offended like a true dad and say “I wasn’t asleep, but if you’d like.” “You were snoring.” “That is……my usual breathing at night.” “Uh-huh. Sure.” “It is-!”

(He always falls asleep easier when they cuddle, but for a while he didn’t completely understand he could just *ask* her to cuddle and she probably would, he didn’t want to bother her so he always waited for her to initiate it. Until one day he gets the nerve to ask her to cuddle and she’s like “Hon, you just had to get closer to me and I would’ve cuddled whenever you want.” “It was that simple???” “Yes, we’re MARRIED.” “Oh. Fair point.”)

He gets restless really easy (especially after the Eternal Night when sometimes he wakes up earlier than she does and he’ll be swamped by thoughts of his plummeting self-worth to actually be sleeping beside her after everything he’s done to them) so he’ll go for ‘morning jogs’/morning flights in the forest nearby and return to make Barbara breakfast. It makes him feel a bit better and he always comes back with a different flower every time to give to her, but when Barb catches on to the main reason why he does this, she starts trying to cheer him up more when he comes back. One morning she asks why he picked the flower he did and one thing leads to another and now he’ll always bring back a flower and explain to her the history of the flower and its meaning and all the dorky stuff he loves to talk about and she’ll listen while eating her breakfast.

His eyes dilate insanely wide whenever he even thinks of her and everyone has dubbed it the “Lover Look for Lake” so they (mostly Toby) can say “Ohoho, the triple L combo! You’re a loser for her, Strickler, take that L so you can kiss that L.” He NEVER lives it down.

Sometimes, on really cloudy, late nights, when Barb is working at the hospital and finally gets out, exhausted and fatigued, a little someone will pop by with dilated red eyes and a flap of leathery wings. After a LONG TIME of mini-flights, she finally trusts him enough to close her eyes and let him carry her home after her long shifts so she can soak up the lightness of the night sky while she can hear a purr in his chest as she rests against it.

Hope I satisfied your request lol

Reblog if you have any headcanons of your own!!!

#toa trollhunters #toa strickler #toa barbara #walter strickler #barbara lake #stricklake #toa #strickler #trollhunters strickler #my headcanons #hcs #my hcs #trollhunters #jim lake jr #toa jim #waltolomew stricklander #stricklander #tales of arcadia #look. I love them. #most of these are for actual canon universe stricklake but watch me incorporate many of these into my fic ;} #I PROMISE i will post some of the art I have of them. #i just need to get past my stupid perfectionism #honestly tho i should just get around to posting sketches #you wouldn't mind would you? #i just want the sketches to be good because ugh they're #my babies #my parents #I love them.

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Par For The Course (Request)

Words: 1,430

Warnings: Angst, insults thrown between couple

“Can you pay attention for five minutes, girl?” Travis huffed at you as he watched you twirl your golf club on the course. You got bored about an hour into your husband’s golf crash course and were now pretending to be a baton twirler. The club slipped from your hand, hitting you in the head as it fell to the ground. “Ha! That’s what your ass gets!” Travis hollered at your injury. “You better be nicer to me, Kelce”, you pointed at him, your eyes narrowed. “I’m only here because your golf partner backed out at the last minute. I don’t even like golf!” You walked over to the golf cart, fanning yourself with the tournament program. Travis and Jason signed up for the American Century Championship Celebrity golf tournament, but his brother had to back out at the last minute, and Travis bribed you with a new Birkin bag to  get you to go with him. You were going to get a nice weekend in Lake Tahoe, and Travis was going to be out of ten grand. It seemed like a good deal for you.

That was until you realized you were actually going to have to play golf, and Travis expected to win. “Can you please come back over here baby? Let me show you how to swing.” You sauntered back over to Travis, your short black dress blowing in the warm wind. “You didn’t even compliment my outfit. I bought this just for you.” You flashed your backside to Travis, him groaning at the sight of your lace thong. He adjusted his hat, knowing he needed to keep his composure in public. You giggled at his reaction. “You know you look good. Why are you fishing for compliments?” Travis retorted. You rolled your eyes, “I’m trying to delay this shit. I really don’t want to play, baby.”

“Get your ass over here.” You grabbed the club, getting into hitting position. Travis wrapped his arms around you from behind, directing your feet, and adjusting your hand placement. You grinded your ass into his crotch, Travis backing away immediately with a chuckle. He pulled you into him, whispering in your ear. “Can you stop? Please? Get through today, and I promise I’ll make it worth it.” His words sent a shiver down your spine. “Fine.” “Alright nah, let’s get serious.” He handed you the club and backed up, anticipating the club was going to go flying. “Ok, Y/N, focus.” You gave him a cheeky wink, as you lined up your feet behind the tee box, swung your club back, and hit the ball with precision, landing it in the fairway of the first hole. You took a second to admire your shot before looking at Travis. “What the fuck was that?!” Travis’ mouth was agape, shocked at your golf skills. You laughed, “You remember I told you I worked with my dad every summer through middle and high school? Yeah, that was at a golf course.” He lifted your chin, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. You booped his nose with your finger. “Don’t ever doubt your wife, baby.”

You and Travis were traveling to the 9th hole, the tournament quickly getting competitive, you and your husband holding second place. Teammates Justin Timberlake and Jimmy Fallon were leading the competition. 10-year-old you was weak in the knees at the thought of meeting Justin Timberlake. Travis was getting tired of hearing you talk about him; you had been nonstop all afternoon. “Did I tell you that ‘No Strings Attached’ was the first album that I bought with my allowance money?” Travis rolled his eyes. “Yes, you’ve told me that at least five times already.” “I’m sorry, but he’s a musical legend, he’s been my celeb crush for the last 20 years.” Your husband stopped the golf cart suddenly, causing you to shift forward in your seat, bracing yourself on the dash. “Just don’t embarrass yourself”, Travis added as he climbed out of the cart to grab his clubs. “What is that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrows in annoyance. “I’m just saying”, Travis shrugged, “you’re in that too short dress, showing off for every guy who walks by, I would hate for you to regret doing something.” You were fuming with anger. “You didn’t think I was embarrassing myself when you thought I was wearing it only for you.” “Just act like you’ve been around celebrities before. Don’t act like some groupie.” You would have hit Travis over the head with your club if there weren’t so many witnesses. “When we’re out together, you represent me. Don’t embarrass me and we won’t have a problem.” The words were falling out of Travis’ mouth, and he was regretting everyone. Hurt flashed across your face before you composed yourself. You knocked Travis’ bag over, the club spilling out on the course. “Oops. Sorry, wouldn’t want to embarrass you.” Your tone was taunting, your features stone faced as you walked away. “Fuck, I’m gonna pay for this later.” Travis whispered to himself.

You walked up to your tee at the 10th hole, Justin standing to the side, studying your game. You started to swing when he stopped you. “You’ll go further if you wait to turn your toe until your club is past your back arm.” He motioned to demonstrate it to you. Knowing that Travis was only 10 feet away, his gaze burning into your back, you decided to use this situation to your advantage. You put on your best pitiful damsel in distress voice. “Do you think you can show me Justin? I’m not really good at this sport.” You made sure to catch Travis’ eyes, giving him a grin before Justin came over. He stood behind you, his arms around yours as he guided your swing. “Make sense?” Justin asked as he gave you room. “I guess”, you gave him a pouty lip. As you got ready to swing, you had to fight off your golf instincts to really mess up. The ball landed in the rough, immediately putting you and Travis in third place. You couldn’t give one fuck about winning the game; your heart was broken.

As soon as your group was finished playing, you headed to the club to get a drink. You were sitting at a table on the patio, trying not to cry in front of anyone. “What ya drinkin’?” You looked up to see Justin approaching your table. He pulled out the chair, sitting down across from you. “Vodka, neat.” You placed your cup down after you finished the last drop. “Wow, you play golf like that, and you can handle your liquor? Impressive.” You looked at him shocked. “What are you talking about?” He chuckled, taking off his hat. “I’ve played golf with Travis multiple times. Ain’t no way you guys were in second place with just his play.” You blushed, embarrassed that you had probably made a fool of yourself in front of your childhood crush. “I’m sorry, Justin. Travis pissed me off today, and I used you to get back at him. That was so inappropriate.” He waived your apology off. “If it makes you feel any better, he’s really sorry. He wouldn’t shut up about you when we were waiting to do press.” He pointed over to the press box, where Travis was sitting alone, looking downright pitiful.

“Tell us Mr. Kelce, how does it feel to know that your wife is so much better at golf than you?” Travis turned to see you standing next to him, giving him a small smile. “I feel like a fuckin’ idiot.” You sat down in his lap, laying your hand on his head. “Good.” You chuckled, rubbing his back. “I’m so sorry baby. I never should have said anything like that to you. You’ve been nothing but supportive of me in every sense of the word, and I treated you like shit.” You sighed, standing up. “I accept your apology. But know something, Travis. I chose you. I married you. Any “crushes” I may have are just for fun, even when they’re Justin Timberlake.” He pulled you in for a hug, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I know. How can I make it up to you?” You contemplated, tapping your index finger on your chin. “I can think of some ways.” You swung your hips, Travis chuckling. “Can you wait until we get home?” You pushed his chest, walking away. “I sure can. We can’t buy two Birkin bags here. We have to get to the Hermes store first.”

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Three Times You forgot Your Glasses Plus the One Time Kon Remembered

Summary: Various things I’ve put my glasses through but with more Kon Kent involved. a/n: In celebration of me getting my eyes checked after a year, here is a fic about glasses. Thanks to @glorified-red for the ideas and @littleredwing89 for proofreading and the banner Warnings: Abuse of glasses

1: Monster Madness

You watch the blood splatter with mild disinterest, mind more concerned with the weird zig-zagging of the camera and the plethora of cheap-looking animatronics. You really should go to a theme park for Halloween.  Or you could just get the animatronics. You did promise Bart to give him a heart attack after that incident during April Fools but... it's a Friday night and both you and the week are winding down so here you are flat on your stomach squinting at your laptop with your cheeky boyfriend.

"Heads up!" The man on screen says tossing a severed head.

"Someone has finally beaten you for the worst catchphrase of the year," Kon says.

You run a cold toe over his leg. "Suck this was not that bad." You grouse, earning you a snort from Kon.

"Leave the catchphrases to the professionals."

"Right," you say, looking back at the screen."Somehow our apartment is more cluttered than the horror mansion."

"Dunno what you mean," Kon mumbles, squishing his face to his arm.

You squint, "Did you miss the sock in the dishwasher or did I hallucinate that?"

"Vivid hallucination."

You squint at him even louder and Kon just hums at you.

"Ok," he sighs, angling his body towards you. "I may or may not have been less than sober."

You hum, "I think you were high on pixie sticks."

"Hey, sugar high is a real problem, gorgeous."

"Sure, it is." You giggle running a hand through his curly hair and brushing your thumb against his cheek. He's so warm and cute and the smile on his face makes your insides all fuzzy.

"Just keep watching the movie, doll," Kon says, kissing your wrist.

The movie prattles on getting more and more ridiculous as it goes on. You and Kon weren't really expecting quality but this was a different ball game.

"This looks like a lingerie commercial," you snicker.

"Is this not why you suggested this movie?"

"It most certainly is not," you huff as a child explodes on screen. A wire-y feeling takes over your body. You feel so light and airy. Your head is drifting away.

"You're going to fall asleep with your glasses on," Kon says, poking your cheek.

You nudge your foot to his as you knock your head lightly against his shoulder. Your lids feel heavy. A yawn rolls off your lips as if the concept of tiredness and sleep did not exist until Kon had spoken it into existence.

You blink slowly mind focusing on light smudges on the lenses. You're not particularly forgetful, not really. You're just tangled with your neurons all firing in 7 different directions, 14 if you're on the cusp of sleep, and none of them ever seem to register that your eyesight isn't actually worth a damn. You tilt your head, squishing your face into Kon's hand. "Just remind me then."

"What if I forget?" Kon asks, tangling his leg with yours. His hand threads through your hair and the warm pressure of it makes your eyelids feel even heavier.

You blow out a breath. "The world will explode." You boop Kon's nose for effect.

Kon grins, delicately wrapping his hand around yours and kissing your fingers. "Guess I better not forget, huh gorgeous?"

"Mhmm."

Kon's not entirely sure when he'd fallen asleep or who'd fallen asleep first. He opens his eyes to see your face illuminated but the changing colors of the screen, a scene he can barely make out reflected on your glasses which are now smudged and crooked on your face. You are incurably adorable.

"Babe," Kon whispers softly, rubbing your back.

You moan and squeeze your eyes tighter.

Kon looks at the clock and winces. "Babe, it’s 1 AM." He kisses the crown of your head and shakes your shoulder.

"Then why are you awake?" You ask, still not opening your eyes.

Your face is squooshed into your arm while your hand is intertwined with his. Kon curses himself for not charging his phone. Maybe he can use yours but that meant getting up and letting go of your hand.

"Your glasses are still on."

"How else am I supposed to see my dreams?"

"Pfff, you’re a nerd you know that, right?" Kon kisses your nose.

Your nose scrunches. "Hnnnnnn, sounds like your type. Now go back to sleep."

Kon lets out a soundless laugh. "Lemme just..." He takes off your glasses, very careful not to jostle you too much. He folds your glasses neatly on your laptop and uses his tactile kinesis to move both.

He pulls you into his chest as he closes his eyes.

2: Kiss in the Rain

"I'm just gonna get a quick shower before we go!"

"Quick means I can sneak in a two-hour nap," Kon says, plopping on the couch.

You click your teeth and stick your tongue out at him from the door.

He burrows into the blanket you'd left there the night before. "Wake me when you’re ready." He says smugly but annoyingly endearing.

"Or I could just leave you and grab brunch with the others."

"You would never."

"Pretty confident aren't you?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"Yeah," he says smiling into the soft fabric, "cus it's my turn to pay."

You purse your lips and try your best to death glare at him.

He hums waiting for your undoubtedly witty response . "I won’t be long," You huff, throwing your shorts in his face.

Kon waves the shorts like a flag.  "I'll be waiting, Babe!"

You loudly stop into the room, your footsteps sounding wet against the hardwood floor.

Kon yawns and stretches, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What’s wrong, doll?" He has to slap his hand on his mouth when he sees you.

You pad around the room with your obviously drenched glasses, feeling for your glasses cleaner.

"You forgot again, huh?" He snickers helpfully.

You turn to him sharply. "No, I decided to see if my conditioner would work on them."  You say elongating your syllables to convey your frustration.

"You always did say you wanted to kiss in the rain without getting wet." He laughs, sitting up and ruffling his bed head.

"Very helpful." You hiss, picking through odd bits of life on your coffee table. You really need to clean your apartment. You run a hand through your wet hair. "Have you seen my eyeglass cleaner?"

Kon rests against the couch. "You mean the one in the sink?"

You shoot up. "Fuck."

"We could."

"Oh fuck you," you throw a chip at him. "Do you know where my spare is?"

"Nnnn, in my jacket."

You pause to look at him. "Which one?"

"The leather one."

"Which one?"

Kon thinks it over. "The one with studs."

"Ah." You shuffle through the closet and find your spare covered cheese and what looks to be mold. You gag and toss it into the trash.

You sigh dramatically as you walk back into the living room, your glasses still very smudgy and very wet. Standing in front of Kon, you pout crossing your arms. There wasn’t much either of you could really do about it but you weren’t really sure how to work off your now sour mood.

Kon smiles up at you indulgently. "C'mere," he says, putting his hand on the back of your neck.

You let him pull you in as if gravity had taken hold of your body instead of Kon. Then again, was there really any difference?

Your lips meld together in a warm embrace. They push and pull at each other seeking out every curve and ridge til their shapes are imprinted on each other's skin. You gently push Kon back, not breaking the kiss, and settle yourself on his lap. He traces a hand up your spine, lips curving into a smile as every nerve in your body awakens to his touch.

You eventually break for air but not before nibbling on his bottom lip. "That's not how people kiss in the rain." You say breathlessly.

Kon tilts his head to the side, obviously equally breathless even as he cuts you a sharp grin. "How would you do it?"

"Like this." You brush your thumb against his cheek before swooping in for another kiss.

3: Steamy Kon pulls back his shades over his head like a headband as he tells you about Tim smacking into a building in an effort to avoid an alien. He tells the story with an enthusiastic swoop of his hand and a voice that rises just above the jumbled sounds of the diner.

You slouch into your moldy seat, wondering if a supervillain was somehow close by or if supervillains avoided the Midwest like the plague. Maybe you should move to the Midwest or not... They may have more diners without chocolate chip pancakes. They really should consider serving that market, you think, only half-listening to Kon's story.

"You know that anyone can hear you, right?" You say, tilting the fluffy mess of pancake batter and blueberries the size of pebbles. The underside drips a thick midnight blue and the only evidence of the pancake batter is the sweet smell of butter intertwined with the rich tangy scent of blueberries.

"Unlike you city folk, we mind our own business," Kon waves you off with a mouthful of pancakes. For once, he sounds particularly Kansan as if the whole clone thing had just been some fever dream you had after watching too many 50s sci fi movies. Or maybe Kansas has a Twilight zone effect on him that strips all the city out of him. He’d even exchanged his leather jacket for a plaid button-up.

"The English language does not have nearly enough words to fully express how much of dork you are." You say inanely picking at your pancakes.

Kon narrows his eyes at you, blue bleeding out from his pretty lips. You cover your own to hide a smile. "You're just saying that." He rolls his eyes at you.

"Trust me I don't need Lex's lab to prove that you're a dork." You cut into your pancakes ignoring how the blue will likely stain your new Superboy hoodie. "I can see it even without my-" Your glasses fog up.

"You were saying, sweetcheeks."You can tell from the silhouette beyond the haze that Kon is being a smug little shit. He leans closer, blowing on your face. "Maybe they’re steaming up because I’m such hot stuff." You can't see but you're pretty sure that he has a grin you want to slap off.

You jab your fork at the air to shoo him away from your poor glasses. "Well, I  can least leave you and your ego alone while I eat in peace." You huff. The corners of your mouth are finding it extremely hard to stay down.

"As if! You'll be staring at me with those heart eyes the whooooole time," Kon says leaning forward. The tip of his finger presses against the wide lens of your glasses.

"Did you just forget how fog works?" You ask when Kon falls back into his seat.

"A little."

You let out an incredibly undignified snort as you take your glasses off.  You trace the smudgy path his fingers left before putting your glasses back on.

Kon's lovestruck expression is framed in smudgy in a smudgy heart.

Kon tries to hide his smile by rubbing his nose."Which one of us is the dork again?"

"I do it with style." You say taking a bite of your pancakes.

+1: Roller Coaster of a Ride

Apparently, the city has tried to get the ride banned. You lookup. There doesn't seem to be any integrity problems. You loop your pinky finger with Kon's as you read the sign for the roller coaster. Kon shifts his hand slowly interlacing his fingers with yours. Vaguely, you hear Cassie over the phone. You twitch your pinky finger.

"Oh yeah, (Y/n) says hi."

You smile a little too broadly when he got the gesture. You lean your head on his shoulder and try to ignore the urge to kiss the corner of his lip.

"It goes 150 miles per hour." You whistle.

"Babe, we both know I can go faster."

Side-eyeing him you ask: "Can you last longer?"

Kon chokes and you think you hear Cassie cackle on the other end. You quietly bask in your glory while Kon keeps arguing over the phone. From the odd bits and ends of the conversation you could hear, you could tell Tim and Bart (and possibly Cissie) have joined in on ganging up on  Kon. You may or may not be a little too helpful with their quest to make Kon's life hell.

Kon is huffy until you reach the end of the line. "Oh, babe." He points to his face. Your hands shoot up to your glasses and heat rises in your ears. Gingerly, you take them off, pause, then debate whether you should put them in your pocket (which was too loose) or hold on to them (brings up the question how good your grip is).

"I'll hold 'em," Kon says, holding out his hand.

You squint up at him, his face a vague suggestion of colors and shapes."What if you break them?"

Kon's silhouette makes a gesture like he's been struck.

You volley it with an aggressively tired look and cross your arms.

Kon doesn't withdraw his hand. "I'll take care of it like I take care of you." He kisses your brow. It's really not that you don't trust him. You really wouldn't let him drop you 200 feet in the air just to catch you but you're anxious when you can't see.

With a defeated sigh, you put your glasses in his hand. You look up at him wearily to which he responds to by pressing a reassuring hand to your back. You let out a breath and hold onto his belt loop as you enter the platform.

You both stare at the broken fragments in Kon's hands. You pick up a piece of glass that used to be part of your lenses and hold it up to your face. The corner of your mouth twitches. "Well, I certainly hope you don't do that to me." Your voice is flat, not quite sure how to ebb the oncoming wave off panic. You don't want this to ruin your date with Kon.

Kon watches your expression carefully, parsing through the little twitches and changes. You weren't angry or you didn't seem to be. Frustrated, yes. Amused, definitely. But it's something else muddling everything. Kon closes his eyes. He tries to take the quietest breath he can to steady himself.  "I thought you wanted me to?" He laughs but it sounds weak.

You pout at him, squinted eyes directed at his shoulder. Your hand swats at him and you're a good 6 inches off and almost hitting your hand against a metal post if he hadn't grabbed it with his own. He runs his thumb over the back of your hand. The only advantage to you being blind right now is that you can't see the absolutely gutted expression on his face.

"You're a dumbass," You huff, closing your hand around his.

He knows. He shifts his weight on his feet. "We can go-"

You tighten your hold on the back of his jacket and swallow the cold feeling rising from your gut. "You're gonna get me the cotton candy you promised, yeah?" Your voice is a little too high, too strained, too unnatural.

Kon softens at the obvious nervousness in your tone. He wraps an arm around you, his lips brushing your forehead. "Do I really need you to be sweeter than you already are?"

"You really are laying on the charm tonight, aren’t you stud?" You say, biting your lip.

"If it means I'm not sleeping on the couch." Kon presses his forehead against yours, lips almost brushing yours.

"You aren't simply for the fact that I need help getting to the bed."

"I can do more than that," Kon winks.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and steadying your still trembling legs, you brush your lips against his neck. "I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction of cumming when I can't see you begging for it." Kon looks around thankful that super hearing is something very rare. "I--" He swallows, heat is creeping up his skin.  "--Babe, if you're seriously not ok we can go home."

You bunch up the collar of his jacket, face folding into a frown.  "You were so excited to go to the theme park and we've been planning this trip for weeks..." You don't want something stupid like your glasses to ruin your day together. "C'mon Kon just a few more rides." You lean back a little farther so Kon is forced to hold you closer. "Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaase Kon, my eyes aren't gonna be better at home. Just a few more."

Kon really has no idea how it hasn't hit you yet that he could never say no to you. "Ok. ok. Let's get some food first though."

Both Kon's breath and heart come to a full stop.

Your teeth catch against Kon's skin before pulling away.

Apparently, the theme park somehow had no cotton candy due to some kid weaponizing the cotton candy a few years ago. You had your suspicions.

You narrow your eyes a the menu. You ... can't read a thing. "Kon,"you sigh in defeat,"can you order for the both of us?"

"Hnnnnn I should get you the grossest thing on the menu."

"Well, you aren't on the menu so I think I'm pretty safe."

"Oh, I am so on the menu. I'm right over there." He points to something on the menu.

You shake your head. "Can't see."

"Can't call bullshit then."

"I revoke your cute status."

"C'mon doll, you'll always find me cute."

"Dunno, can't see."

He sighs. He hates it when you use his own argument against him.

"Can we get 1 root beer funnel cake and a strawberry one?" Kon says, raising two fingers. He looks at you then adds: "Could you add extra confectioners sugar to the strawberry one?"

You're slightly caught off guard by that detail. You never really fussed much about your orders and you don't think you've ever really mentioned your favorite flavors. You look up at Kon to thank him and ask him how but he kisses you on the nose before you can get a word out. You squish your face into Kon's back as you take a bite out of the funnel cake. Kon tilts his head back to rest on yours. "How's the cake? Please tell me I got it right."

"No, you definitely didn't." You giggle.

"Should I have gotten you the beefcake?"

You nudge your nose against his back. "Hmmmmm, yeah. It's my favorite flavor."

"The public will be notified." He laughs. The vibrations of his laughter make his back shake in a soothing wave. You wrap an arm around Kon's waist, smiling into his back.

“Listen (y/n), I’m--” You shove the last piece of your funnel cake into his face, smearing his cheek with sugar and strawberry syrup.

“You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t mean to.” You look up at him. “Besides, you’re gonna make it up to me.”

He perks up, narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously. You shrug.“Win me a prize.”

So as it turns out, Kon is terrible at carnival games, shooting ones especially.  

Clutching the oversized teddy bear he bought you from the gift shop, you laugh at him the whole way back to the car.

“I can’t believe you spent a hundred and you still couldn’t get even the jiggly snakes.” You wheeze, resting against the car.

“Gorgeous, you and I both know those things are rigged!” He protests, hand on his hips standing in front of you. You keep laughing. He puts his arms on either side of you and *tries* to look menacing. You kiss him on the nose and the mean expression on his face fades faster than Tim’s hopes of a productive team meeting.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it’s rigged but that’s not why I’m laughing.”

“Is it because I’m miserable?”

“Hmmm, no.”

“Uhuh.”

“Ok, a little,” you say, pinching your fingers together, "I’m laughing because you didn’t stop trying and that’s the dumbest and cutest thing ever.”

“I can’t tell if you’re complimenting me or insulting me.” Kon pouts, leaning in to kiss the crown of your head.

You shrug. “Either way, I’m doing it lovingly.”  

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