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islandofsages · 3 months

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Hey ! Can I ask for the Diasomnia boys reacting to a male!Ignihyde!reader who join the gargoyle club (idk if it's name) ?

Like, the reader is really just interest in the gargoyles, and isn't scare of Malleus (or anyone, really. Man is too tired for being scare.)

Ignore it if you don't want to write it.

Have a good day/night ! And happy new year too.

characters: diasomnia boys x male ignihyde reader

tags: platonic, canon compliant, fluff, imagines + scenario format; mentions of malleus in literally everything, lilia being a dad

warnings: none

author's notes: reader is so idgaf energy i love it. also i just remembered the small font feature exists LMAO do tell me if it's too small, i'll change it back to the original size!! if not, i'll change my previous posts to the smaller font. also you have a good day/night too anon ! and happy new year :D

Malleus Draconia

Oh? You want to join the Gargoyle Studies Club? You’re being serious? Oh!

Words cannot describe how happy he is about a fellow gargoyle appreciator though his expression doesn’t really show that

And to think you see him as just another dude… such honor was bestowed upon him…!

He’ll excitedly bring you to every gargoyle he’s found on campus and infodump about them - and you’d write them down somewhere if you’re in the mood

Sometimes you’d find new gargoyles and bring him to them and you start to do likewise

Even outside of club activities you two geek out about gargoyles at times which has earned you two the title of nerds

“Have I told you about the time I’ve met talking gargoyles? I never thought I would see such a day…”

Gargoyles aside, he has times where he confides his personal daily life in you and in turn, he’ll ask you what’s it like being in Ignihyde, etc

After being around each other so much, it feels weird when you guys aren’t together - some people would ask where Malleus is whenever you’re on your own, and vice versa

People found it weird how close an Ignihyde student is to someone from a different dorm too and you’re not sure if you should be flattered or not

But in a sense, Malleus really is your other nerdy half.

Sebek Zigvolt

You?????? Join the club where Malleus is president and is the only member of?????????

“WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE WORTHY OF JOINING SUCH A CLUB?”

Well, for one, the fact that you’re unfazed by his constant yelling and therefore probably too tired to be fazed by anything, consequently making you the perfect companion to Malleus because you wouldn’t react inappropriately to Malleus’ conduct

And that you actually are interested in gargoyles. That too. You tell all this to him

He clutches his head with one hand, debating your logic. You don’t know how and why but he accepts your argument

That doesn’t stop him from monitoring you two’s activities from afar but, again, you couldn’t care less. A sixteen year old’s fanatics is just part of the growing process

Outside of club activities, he interrogates you on what you’ve discussed with Malleus and you just tell him the truth: gargoyles

At some point, he gets so engrossed in your infodump about gargoyles his eyes shine with a new light

Of course, he mentions something about Malleus obviously liking something so interesting and befitting of his status - but he also thanks you for enlightening him on the topic and that he’ll go to you for more information if need be

You’ve converted him. You sometimes see him clutching a book about gargoyles around the school. It’s filled with notes sticking out of the pages. And a portion of that sometimes he’ll run to you to confirm about a fact or two

Maybe it’s safe to say you two are kind of friends now.

Silver

He doesn’t think too much of it other than being glad that Malleus finally has a fellow gargoyle fan he can geek out with

He’d see you and Malleus chatting it up around campus and he can’t stop the tender smile on his face from making an appearance

Sometimes he himself will try to strike up a conversation with you and gargoyle geek aside, he finds that you’re just a pleasant person to talk to and be around

He admits he’s not too close with any of the folks from Ignihyde aside for the Shroud brothers but you brush him off by saying that nobody is really

He also admires how you don’t really let anything get to you. Again, you shrug it off by half-joking that you’re too tired to be scared by anything at this point

He somewhat empathizes with you on that point, grieving over his narcoleptic tendencies with a heavy sigh

You try your best to cheer him up or if you have experience with such things, you give him advice on how to manage it

You then jest that he can tag along with you and Malleus’ club activities whenever he’s free if he wants. The more, the merrier, right?

He ponders it for a minute and nods. You didn’t think he’d actually accept the offer

“I don’t see a reason to refuse. Sebek and I have accompanied Malleus on his trips before. I’m sure this time around will be more fun with you here.”

And so you all do. You all have a royal time together - and the joy on Silver’s face is especially princely.

Lilia Vanrouge

He sheds (crocodile) tears at the thought of Malleus finally having an additional member in his one-man club more friends

Since you’re chill about it, he is too! As long as you get along with Malleus, everything will be fine and dandy

If anything, he’s a bit impressed by how it takes more than the average amount to gain a reaction out of you

…and a bit concerned. Are you sure you’re getting enough nutrients? His paternal instincts kick in when you tell him you’re too tired to have a reaction to anything

He knows that Ignihyde students are mostly shut-ins but he still advises you and makes sure you get a balanced diet

It’s like he’s adopted yet another son

“Oh, (Y/N), you really ought to take care of yourself more.”

You grow a bit annoyed at him sometimes but you know his intentions are good so you don’t protest

You do feel very loved though. You didn’t expect this much from just joining a club for a topic you’re genuinely interested in

But you have to admit it is kind of hard to come by people who aren’t intimidated by the Malleus Draconia, even if you don’t see it as anything special

What’s special, though, is the affection Lilia holds for you.

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et6rnalsun · 5 months

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EXES / chris sturniolo

౨ৎ pairing / chris sturniolo x fem! reader

౨ৎ summary / exes yet you’re fucking

౨ৎ cw / 18+, smut

— A/N ⁑ this is my first time writing something serious, so don’t judge. also, if you’re uncomfortable w smut, don’t read this! definitely not for the sensitive fans xx. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

you and chris were done. like, really done. things weren't working again and you decided to end everything with a "we're done", shouted in a voice full of irritation after yet another argument due to his childish behavior.

you were deadly sure of your choice, nothing in the world would have made you change your mind - not even seeing him with a bouquet of roses under your house (he actually did it).

but the reality is that one way or another you always ended up going back to him. and yet another confirmation was finding yourself in his bed, leaving him fingering you — taking it. as if it had never really ended between you two.

“what happened to 'we're done'? hmm?” chris murmured in amusement, the tone of his voice muffled by his lips pressed against the soft skin of your neck, leaving purple marks in his slow, torturous passage.

your fingers ran through his hair as you pulled your head back from the pleasure and slight annoyance you were feeling, small sounds escaping your lips. “fuck you” you breathed out, your free hand trying to pull down your underwear — the last piece of clothing you had left.

chris' hand immediately stopped yours, moving his head from the last place he stopped - your collarbone, to look into your eyes with that annoying smirk of his. “oh, no. you have to be patient, doll.” he teased, before resuming his path down your body.

his lips lingered on one of your breasts, increasing the frequency of your, not for much, low moans. his tongue teased your hardened nipple, without stopping the eye contact

“don’t hold anything.” he commanded after noticing your reluctance to show the pleasure you were feeling. “I want to hear the sweet sounds that come from your lips. even more so after you said we are nothing” at those words, he pinched your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting another moan from you — this time louder.

chris hummed smugly at your compliance, moving further down and towards your stomach with his tongue. by then, you were dripping wet. the soft fabric of your pink lingerie was now soaked, right where you were craving for him to touch you.

his fingers from your nipple descended towards your intimacy, and you bit your lip in anticipation, unable to hold back the urge to spread your legs further for him.

chris smiles at your reaction, deciding to tease you a little more, making the torture sweeter at the sight for him. his light touch on the edges of your underwear sent shivers down your spine, your gaze more and more pleading as you watched his moves carefully — mentally praying he would do something.

“should I do something?” chris asked rhetorically, tilting his head with an amused expression as he watched you grow more impatient.

your only response was a muffled 'please', your lips parted in messy breaths. his thumb passed over your intimacy, feeling how wet it was with yet another smirk. “I don't think I heard you, doll”

you let out a small whimper at his touch, licking your lips. “please” you said more clearly, though your voice still sounded like a mess growing annoyed and needy.

“good girl”

with those words, chris lowered your underwear completely, delighting his hungry eyes with that absolutely arousing sight.

he bowed his head, hands resting firmly on your slightly trembling thighs as he ran his tongue slowly over you wet pussy. you groaned more at that, arching your back against the mattress as you gripped the strands of his hair between your fingers. “oh, god”

chris chuckled quietly, pulling away from it briefly. “I've barely touched you and you're already shaking like a leaf” he tormented, licking his lips at the taste of you. “maybe i just need to fuck you hard enough to change your mind a bit more. It wouldn't be bad to have you back."

chris at that point was rubbing on your intimacy so relentlessly and delicately that it made you want to die, as he dug into your folds with sweetness and ruthlessness at the same time.

with the other hand he brought your face closer to his, and blew lightly on your skin, placing his lips on your earlobe — and you already felt like you could die from that friction.

“you’ll scream my name so much that it’ll be the only thing you’ll be able to say for the next few days” in response you only managed to give a needy whimper as the speed of his finger movements increased, making you close your eyes from the sudden burning sensation that you felt in them.

your body was crossed by shocks that flared up from side to side and your spine arched again with those endless bolts of pleasure. a dizzying adrenaline pumped through your brain along with a unique desire to submit to him completely.

one of his fingers dug into your core, before a second one quickly followed it — pumping in and out of that mess he had created.

“chris” you moaned, whimpered his name repeatedly while you felt the orgasm close, caused by the combo of his lips and his tongue that didn't give you respite. the sound of your voice echoed within the four walls of that room completely suffocated by that air of lust and excitement.

with trembling legs, body crossed by small spasms, you let go to the complete pleasure that was mind-blowing, completely fucking your thoughts.

chris only then broke away from your intimacy, cleaning his fingers sloppily on the sheet as he slowly fell back to your side, a small smile on his swollen lips as he scrutinized your expression which seemed to be pure ecstasy.

“can’t say I haven’t missed you, ma” an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. “your being so needy more than anything”

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #smut #+18 content #fem reader #sturniolo imagine

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theapangea · 3 months

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Hi!

Can you do a lip gallagher x reader smut?

She and lip had something going on but the karen thing happend, so a few years later she comes back and they sleep together, but this time she doesnt really wants something serious.

The One That Got Away

Pairing/Characters: Lip Gallagher x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Mention of parent being sick, being heartbroken, unprotected p in v, bathroom sex

A/N: This is definitely a long one but a super good one! thank u sm to anon for the request. I hope you enjoy !!!! if you see any mistakes, no you didn't. kisses for you for supporting my work!

*Also posted on AO3: Theapangea*

Masterlist

You almost forgot.

You almost forgot that the subway stop on 5th street smells predominantly of hotdogs even though there is no hotdog stand around. The way the subway putters with music from the guy asking for spare change. That the hot, stale air of the subway carts coat your whole body even though it is cold and wet just beyond the steel frame.

You almost forgot how the L’s seats are the most uncomfortable seats in the entire world as you wiggle your butt into the uncushioned plastic. That your phone starts to lose wifi signal around the bridge, music stuttering along into your ears, skipping every other word. That the train becomes less crowded when it’s raining. Your favorite time to be here.

You almost forgot how beautiful the city looks as you pass by it so quickly that all the colors begin to blend together. That so many memories dance across the windows, the faint sound of laughter mixing with the music blasting through your ear drums. That your heart is somewhere scattered into pieces at one of these stops. Thankfully not remembering which one it was as it happened too long ago.

You damn near almost forgot everything about this city. But it keeps drawing you back in. You’ve never really been able to leave Chicago, huh?

You pull your purse strap up onto your shoulder as the train aggressively comes to a stop. The loud intercom muffling something inaudible as you step out of the train, underneath the covering of the overhead platform. The smell of day-old garbage and wet leaves fill your nostrils as your body begins to move you in the direction of The Alibi.

It’s been a long couple of days with your dad in the hospital. He’s finally home but you can’t convince yourself that it’s a good idea to stay for a couple of days. You know that your mom needs the help but having to stay any longer in Chicago will make you go crazy.

Is making you go crazy.

You just want a quick drink before, hopefully, taking the train back to your hotel and then away from Chicago tomorrow morning.

The rain has faded into a drizzle, your hood still pulled over your wet hair. Hands tucked neatly into your jacket pockets. You push open the heavy red door. The stench of cigarettes and beer wrapping around you in a warm hug. It’s weird to be back in a place that holds so many memories. This was the place you and Lip…Lip?

And there he is in all his glory.

The boy who shattered your fragile teenage heart so many years ago taking a quick sip of the beer in his hands. Across the bar, sitting at the counter, laughing with Kevin.

Your head rushes as the memories start to flood in so rapidly. The bar becomes hazy, people blurring as they pass by, the music growing louder in your ears. Pulling your hood down with your right hand while the left works to fix the fly aways.

Your eyes are attempting to focus but all you can see is Lip. His hair is a little shorter now, his body more built as his biceps are barely contained beneath the material of his shirt. The way his mouth forms in a smile when Kevin says something funny.

A buzz trickles up your body, the giddy feeling you get when you’ve had a couple drinks in you. But you haven’t had anything to drink…not yet, at least. This was the feeling you got when you and Lip were together. It was this sort of radiating energy.

You never thought you’d feel this way again. You’re unsure if you want to feel this way now. You’ve suppressed every memory of Lip, each too painful to relive again.

But seeing him after all of these years feels hopeful. You like the buzz that you get when you’re around him.

God he looks so good.

You feel almost stupid thinking these thoughts.

You tried so damn hard to forget about Lip. But no man ever came anywhere close. Ever made you feel so good. You couldn’t stop yourself from comparing any future boyfriend to him. Knowing Lip was always enough for you and no other man can measure up.

The sound of your name across the bar pulls you from your inner thoughts. Two pairs of eyes now on you, Kevin waving for you to come over. But your feet were bricks. You are tempted to abandon all hope and get the hell out of here.

Your gaze passes from Kevin to Lip. The instant spark. The instant attractive. The instant pain. It is everything to you. The way your body leaks in the presence of him. You’d do anything to feel the weight of him on top of you again.

Dragging your feet along the wooden floor, wrapping your hands over your purse strap and phone to attempt to stop them from shaking as you get closer…and closer…and closer to Lip. The scent of his cologne mixed with cigarettes engulf you. His present is greater than himself.

Kevin’s voice breaks through the tension that surrounds you and Lip, “Beer?” He sets the bottle on the counter, the popping sound of the cap ripples through your body.

Your eyes jump to Kevin quickly until they settle on the glass bottle pushed in front of you. But you can still feel the way Lip’s eyes are digging into your skin, like glass shards.

“So what brings you back to town? I thought you moved off to New York or somewhere grand like that.” Kevin begins, he leans on the counter with his elbows.

It is nice that he’s talking. It’d be super weird to run into Lip and not have some sort of barrier to stop the awkwardness.

Wrapping your fingers around the cold bottle, picking it up to take a sip of beer, letting the first sip of alcohol encourage you to speak. “Yeah, New York. Just some family stuff that I needed to come back for.”

“Oh, is everything okay with your mom and dad?” Kevin’s eyebrows furrowed, the tone of worry laces his words. Your dad has been coming to The Alibi long before Kevin became owner so Kevin knows your dad really well.

“Everything’s fine now. Nothing to worry about. I’ll actually be heading home tomorrow.” You state and force a smile towards him. Reassuring him that everything is alright.

A customer to your right pulls Kevin’s attention away from your conversation before he can say anything else. He hints a smile towards you before speaking some nonsense to the guy.

Then it’s just you and Lip. Bothing babying your beers and sneaking looks from one another. The air between you both is thick. You hate how awkward it is between you and Lip now.

Yes, he broke your heart. Yes, many hurtful words were said between the both of you. But he was your Lip. He knew everything about you. You feel stupid that you let all of it go over some other girl.

You close your eyes, focus on your breathing and try to work up the courage to speak to him. If it wasn’t for Kevin, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You would have definitely turned on your heels and run out of this bar faster than any human can possibly run.

Letting the liquid courage take full effect, you finally speak, “How are you?” Your mouth suddenly dries from the simple question. Washing it quickly with another sip of beer. The cool liquid coating its way down your throat.

You peer over to Lip. His eyes are already on you. The faint freckles that scatter across his noses are even more beautiful than remembered.

His eyes are soft as they scan your face. His demeanor is calm, his hands still wrapped delicately around the glass bottle. You can’t tell what he’s thinking. You don’t even know if there’ll be any conversation. Maybe he’s been mad at you all this time, just like you’ve been mad at him.

But the train of thought escapes your mind as Lip’s hand swiftly wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you into him. Crashing violently against his lips. The aggressive need of the taste of you. Attempting to match his rough nature. His lips move fast as he breathes you in. Needing every single ounce of you, making up for all the lost time.

Lip draws back slightly, his mouth only centimeters away from yours. Your heavy breathes mix together as he places his forehead against yours.

“I’ve missed you,” his whisper is so soft, so innocent. Your heart swells at the vulnerability.

Your hands make fist in the fabric of his shirt as you pull him closer to you, catching his mouth in yours again. Your body’s moving closer to one another. You need him right now. You can’t wait a minute longer. Pulling away from him again, locking his eyes with yours and quickly gesturing that you take this elsewhere.

He smirks, eyes darkening as you realize you both have the same idea. He immediately wraps your hand in his as he leads you towards the bathroom.

Pushing the door open with his back. His hands on your waist as he pulls you with him. Forcefully shutting and locking the door before his attention is all on you. His attention is only for you.

Lip is the lion and you are the deer. Knees shaking as he stalks closer to you. Feeling so small compared to him as he lips are on you again. Sucking, biting, licking, desperately needing the taste of you over and over again.

Grinding your hips against him, his hard cock pressed firmly behind his jeans. Both of your hands make quick work to tear each other’s clothes off. Unbuckling pants, removing shirts, the skin to skin contact is electrifying.

Lip flips you around, your chest placed firmly against the wall. His hands slowly move along your sides, thumbs looping on the hem of your pants and underwear, pulling them violently down your legs. Sticking your bare ass against Lip’s growing member as he places wet kisses along your shoulder.

Lip shoves one hand down his jeans to release his penis from their prison. Holding up your cheeks with his other hands, stroking his cock as he aligns it with your entrance. The clear liquid leaking between your legs as he runs his tip around your sensitive nub. Your whiny moans signaling that you can’t take being without him for much longer. You are going to burst even if he isn’t inside of you.

Lip pushes deeply into you, roughly sinking his pulsing cock between your slick folds. Both of his hands wrap you closely like a hug as your walls expand to accommodate him. The waves of pleasure run across your skin as he pounds into your sweet bliss.

Moans and whines filling the small bathroom. His thrust is hard and wild. Sinking your wet core deeper and deeper onto his shaft. The eagerness of having you is overwhelming for Lip. He’s so close and wants nothing more than to take you with him.

“Come for me, baby.” He groans against your ear, nibbling your earlobe.

And it is everything you need to release yourself onto his cock. Standing on your tiptoes as your body violently shakes in his arms. His thrust becomes messier as you release yourself on to him, the act sending him over the edge after you, filling your little pussy with his warm liquid.

The air is hot as he pulls out of you. Grabbing a couple of paper towels from the dispenser to clean himself and you up. Your core is sensitive as the rough material glides against it. Your ass is still in full display for Lip before reaching down to pick your undies and pants off the floor.

Lip leans against the bathroom wall mirroring your movements of getting his pants back on as you make your way over to the sink. Splashing some water on your face before looking at yourself in the mirror. You can barely recognize the girl in front of you. The overwhelming feeling of want for Lip pushed away the feelings of pain. But only briefly as they finally start to settle in again.

Lip scratches the back of his neck, his eyes dropping onto the ground. Your name hanging gently on the tip of his tongue, “God, I didn’t realize things were so bad with your parents. I would’ve helped out if I’d known.”

Lip was really close to your dad when you were both younger. Your dad acting like more of a father to him than Frank ever did. You know it’s true, if Lip knew your dad was sick. He’d drop everything to help out.

And you loved Lip for that.

But it isn’t his problem. Especially now, especially after what happened between the two of you.

“It’s not your problem, Lip.” You say, looking down into the sink in front of you. You didn’t really feel like talking about it, especially to him.

You wipe your hands and face with a paper towel. Tossing the paper into the trash before reaching for the door handle, “I should go.”

“You’re leaving?” Lip reaches out to grab your wrist. His fingers wrapping tightly around you.

Your eyes shift downwards as you don't know exactly what to say. Maybe saying nothing will hurt less. But are you trying to convince him or you?

Pulling away from his grip, exiting the bathroom. Saying a quick goodbye to Kevin as you walk out the main entrance. It is all behind you now. You got the sex out of the way so there’s nothing more to be said or done.

But just like before, you could never shake Lip as a shadow. You feel his presence walking quickly behind you. He follows you around like some puppy who needs a home. You chose to try to ignore him and make your way back to the train station. Maybe he will get tired of following you and just leave you alone once and for all.

“Do you wanna grab a bite to eat?” Lip asks, his voice lower as he is behind you.

You stop immediately once you get to the top of the train platform. Taking a deep breath as you turn around on your heels. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Lip.”

“Why?”

God, as smart as Lip is. He can be so stupid sometimes.

“Because we aren’t friends anymore. I didn’t come back here for you. And if it wasn’t for my parents then I wouldn’t even be here. I hate Chicago. I hate it because of you. So just act like I wasn’t here, please.” Your voice was so harsh at first, finishing your monologue with barely a whisper. Pleading for him to let you go.

But Lip is so quick with a response, “But why do you hate me? What the fuck did I do to you that we just stopped being friends.”

“You’re really going to act dumb?” You scoff. “Fucking Karen, dude. Once you started fucking her, you just left me. I was nothing to you. And you were everything to me. And I thought I got over you, this hatred, this pain. But fuck, Lip. You just can’t talk to me like that never happened.”

“I was a kid. I was fucking stupid.”

“And Karen?”

“Something happened to her.” His eyes shift down. The sharp pain in your heart grows.

“Do you still love her?”

“Maybe.”

“Then this will never happen.” Your hand motions between you and Lip.

“I want to give it a chance again. If you’d let me.” He reaches out to grab your fingers. Linking them with his with yours, pulling you towards him.

But you stand firm in your footing. He had you so many years ago. Could have probably had you a couple minutes ago. But now that reality has set in again. Knowing he still loves Karen, knowing he will never love you as much as he loves her.

Now absolutely knowing this information has torn you. Lip has broken your heart once more. And you can’t even blame him as you were the one who decided to sleep with him.

Stuttering as you attempt to get the words out, the tears slipping down your cheeks, “I loved you Lip. I still love you. You know that, right? I always did and probably always will. God knows I was never good at letting things…or people…go.” Licking your lips to break as you stop yourself from fully breaking down. “I can’t let you do this to me, Lip. I won’t.”

The train pulls in behind you. The gush of the hot air blowing your hair. Taking a deep breath as you and Lip both stand there, red-eyed and drained.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as you turn to board the train.

Turning back to stare at Lip. The steel doors closing between the both of you. The plastic window allows you both to still see the other one last time before the train guts into motion. You instantly grip the metal pole to keep standing as the image of Lip fades into the past, just like every other memory of him.

But to Lip, you are the fire that lights in his belly. And as much as it pains him to admit, you were the one that got away, he was just too stupid to realize it back then.

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eyesxxyou · 9 months

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that's what they all say pt.3 (finale)

↳ ❝ [dbf!miguel o'hara x black!reader] ¡! ❞

rating. m

word count. 5k

synopsis. you wish your father would stop making you be near miguel but when you arrive at his house to drop something off, you meet the most important person in his life

you and miguel finally get together

warnings. p in v sex, unprotected sex (stay responsible), creampie, breeding/pregnancy kink, oral (f receiving), Miguel's ready to wife you up, sweet little Gabriella, Miguel being so father, Lyla's here! I also changed it so that Miguel's ex-wife is dead instead of them being divorced because I could. Let me know if I missed anything!

tags: @ihateuguys @chshiresins @futuristicpandakid

part 1 | part 2

It’s been all of a week since the gala and you were right, things with you and Nathan didn’t work out. You had broken up with him the very next night and of course, it didn’t feel good but you thought it better to end it now before he thought things were getting serious. Then the slew of curses came from him ranging broadly from calling you a “fucking bitch” to telling you that “you’re not even that pretty anyway”. All the usual bullshit.

It was no chip off your shoulder all in all.

It has, however, been growing more and more difficult to be around your father. You’ve fucked Miguel twice now and he was absolutely none the wiser. Someone so technically smart but when it comes to everything else he was completely unaware. All the while, he spoke more and more fondly of his friend. “Miguel” this, “Miguel” that, “that man is a genius!”

‘Yeah, so smart I bet his head game is insane”, you think to yourself, hating yourself for it. But you smile all the same at yourself because it’s a joke for you and only you.

Don’t get yourself wrong though, you are on no good terms with Miguel despite the angry sex you two had in the bathroom of the gala. When you left him in the bathroom, you went to sit back down with your father and Nathan just as dinner was being served. Miguel didn’t return until maybe 10 minutes later, a thin sheet of sweat on his neck, his hair haphazardly restyled, and his once neat bowtie a bit uneven. There was no way he could come back to the party the way you left him, still hard and aching.

He ended up jerking himself off, his cock still slick with your essence. Was it shameful? Yes, utterly embarrassing too. His hand gripped the counter so hard, his hand stroking his length fast and hard with his eyes closed, trying to imagine you right there with him. God, your smell was still on his fingers and it was driving him crazy.

You didn’t spare him a single look the rest of the night and it drove him absolutely mad. You knew it too. That’s why you did it.

Anyways, spending your day running errands and doing chores for your father was not how you’d like to be spending a day off from your demanding job but you knew if you weren’t there to take care of him, he’d be wasting away in his own filth because he cares only about his career. You’ve been cleaning up the small amount of clutter he had around when he comes out with a metal box.

"I need you to take this to Miguel for me."

You immediately retract at the idea. "And why can't you do it? I'm already cleaning your house. Why don't you have a robot maid to do this anyway?" You know he's just too caught up in his own thing to do such a thing. You think you might gift him one to save yourself the energy.

"One, because I'm working on something incredibly important right now and I'm wasting precious time just by talking to you right now. Two, why would I do that when I have you?" He cracks a joke that doesn't even begin to bring a smile to your face but he brushes off your downer mood. "Look, Miguel and I are working on DNA splicing and he needs this sample ASAP. It's very important he gets it. I need you to take it because I don't trust anyone else with it."

You look at the box, your lip curling with the beginnings of a "no" but you know better than that. "I don't even know where he lives."

"Already sent you his address."

You try to find another way to avoid him. "Can I just leave it on his doorstep?" And the disappointment is palpable as your father shakes his head. "Nope, needs to be taken directly from your hands into his." His eyes narrow as you sigh. "Why are you so reluctant to go? You've never had a problem with Miguel before. You two are always messing around."

'Oh you wouldn't know the half of it, dad.'

"It's nothing. I'm just tired, that's all. I'll take it to him." It would be quick, in and out, you'd barely exchange a word, so much as a glance.

Saying that you'll take it and actually taking it were two entirely different beasts. The first thing you thought standing outside of his house was that his home was distinctly him, overly geometric, sharp edges and corners but with a surprising amount of large windows, all tinted with reflective sheeting making it impossible to see inside. What if he already saw you? What if he was standing there, looking out of one of those windows at you standing at the end of his driveway? The thought terrified you.

You approached the front door and jammed your finger at the doorbell. Oddly enough, there was no chime. To your surprise, a small hologram of a woman appeared in front of you. She wore a large, white, fur coat and pink, heart-shaped glasses. Her smile was broad. “And who are you?”

“Y/N. I’m here to drop something off to Miguel.”

“Ohhh so you’re Y/N!” She suddenly appeared on top of the box, sitting with her legs crossed in front of you. “Oh you have put Miguel through it. I’ve never seen him so stressed over one person. How’d you do it?” You never expected Miguel’s virtual assistant to be so forward.

“I-”

And then the front door swung open and the hologram glitched away. You expected to see Miguel’s towering frame in the door but it’s not there; instead, your eyes catch sight of a little girl maybe 9 or 10 years old looking up at you with big, brown eyes. It’s absolutely unmistakable that she is Miguel’s daughter. She looks just like him. “Who are you?” Her voice is sweet and small, timid even.

You smiled softly and knelt down in front of her, setting the box down beside you. “I’m Y/N, a friend of your dad’s.” You offer out a hand to her and she takes it, shaking firmly. “I’m Gabriella everyone calls me Gabi though.” She came out of her shell so quickly, smiling just like her dad. It warmed your heart.

“Lyla, I told you not to let Gabi open the door.” You could hear Miguel’s voice approaching from around the corner. He was in a black shirt that hugged him in all the right places and gray sweatpants hanging just at his hips. He was rubbing a towelette down his face, wiping off messily done makeup undoubtedly done by the unstable hands of his daughter.

Miguel saw you and paused for a moment. “Y/N?” He began to wipe his face harder. “Gabi, mija. You need to get ready. Your friend will be here soon.” He had a few remnants of glitter in the corners of his eyes that he missed and his lips were still slightly stained cherry red. Gabriella turned to her father. “I already got all my things together, Papa.”

“Do you have all of your soccer stuff together?” He asks and she nods vigorously. “Knee pads?” Again she nods. “Shin guards?” Gabriella wraps her arm around his leg. “Papa, I have everything. You already checked my bag twice.” Miguel sighed and gently patted her head. He looked to you again as you grabbed the handles to the sealed metal box and stood once more.

“I’m just here to drop this off.” You place the box inside beside his door, too uncomfortable to dare yourself to take a step inside. “I’ll take my leave now.”

“Hold on.” Miguel was quick to say. He had you here, at his house, for the first time ever. “Can we talk for a minute?” His eyes are soft, a bit pleading.

You look at Gabriella and think about how you don’t want to start anything in front of his daughter. You hesitate, chew softly on your lip. “Yeah, sure.” You come inside, pick up the box so you can hand it off to him.

You don’t like being so close to him. You hate the way his fingers graze yours has he takes the box from you. “Thanks,” he mutters, setting the box down on his coffee table. He tapped the table and it lit up with a screen. “Lyla, make sure this box remains secure until I pick it up again.” The holographic woman from before showed up like she was laying on top of the table. “Got it, Miguel and Gabi’s friend is pulling up.” She points to the door before disappearing again.

Gabriella grins and runs off to go get her things so she can go and for the first time, you and Miguel are alone again. You don’t look at each other, both trying to find something to say in the moment. All you really wanted to do was leave. You felt like you were intruding on something deeply personal. You’re in his home. His daughter is here. This is his whole life right here.

“Is it always this chaotic here?” Your voice breaks the silence. You feel like it’s too loud. Why are your ears ringing?

A small smile creeps onto Miguel’s lips. “No, not usually. Gabi’s just excited to go to her friend’s house.” His smile faded softly and cleared his throat. He turned his whole body to you, broad shoulders sloping to a small waist. God, you loved his body. “Y/N-”

“Papa, I’m ready!” Gabriella came bouncing downstairs with her duffle bag, ready to run off with her friend. She runs to her father and he catches her, lifting her with an exaggerated groan. “Oh, you’re getting so big, mija. Soon I won’t be able to carry you around.” You doubt that much, with how large he was. He could probably pick you up as you were now.

You see how gentle he is with her, how soft his voice is, how he holds her like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Are you still coming to my soccer game tomorrow?” Gabriella asks him, her lips forming into a small pout as her hands grasp at his shirt. Miguel’s eyes softened. “Of course, mi amor. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Your heart warmed as he peppered kisses across her face and she let out a series of squeals and giggles. As much as you told yourself you hated him, he was a wonderful father and it was clear he adored his daughter. What a lovely little girl too.

He set her down and Gabriella looked up at you. “It was nice meeting you!” God, she was adorable. You smiled at her with a small hint of maternal kindness. “It was nice meeting you too, Gabi.”

She runs off out the door and Miguel follows her, seeing her off out the door before closing it. He sighed softly and looked back at you as you gaze around at his house. It’s decorated with a lot of pictures of him and Gabriella but none with a wife or girlfriend. Is that why he and your father are such good friends? Single fathers in their own ways whether it was by divorce or death. You’re too scared to touch anything, not knowing what’s a screen or not or what might activate Lyla.

“I think we need to talk about things.” Miguel begins with hesitation laced up in his voice, not knowing if this would spark an argument between the two of you. You squirm in your own skin. “I don’t know if there’s anything to talk about. I don’t know if you’ve finally decided where you stand but I know where I do.” You know the truth. The slightest push to sway you and you might come back around. You wanted him badly every single time you saw him. You always wanted his lips on yours, wanted his hands on your waist.

“I made my decision.”

You raise a brow at him, your arms crossing tightly over your chest as if to protect yourself from him. “Oh? And what is that?”

Miguel bites the inside of his cheek, his teeth clawing at the soft flesh. “I want you.” It took very little thought to come to that conclusion after the gala. He looked up at you while you were riding him and only thought that he wanted your face to be the first he sees when he wakes up and when he goes to sleep at night. He likes the way you feel in his hold, how you smell, how, for the first time since his fiance's death giving birth to Gabi, he thinks he could be happy with someone.

You hum like you’re not impressed. You tell yourself that you’re not going to give in so easily, he has to try harder than just that. You keep your back turned to him, not hearing how he approached so quickly and quietly. “Mía Carina, please.” His hand is suddenly on your waist, his fingers dipping into your flesh as he pulls you towards him

“What do you want me to say, Miguel? You want me to just fall into you and tell you I want you too?” You turn to look up at him and find that he’s much closer than you expected. “It’s going to take a lot more than just that.” You can see the way his mind whirls on his face as he thinks of what to do to get you to understand just how much he wants you and everything that comes with you.

You don’t expect him to get down on his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips as he pulls you close and presses his face into your stomach. “You don’t understand, mía carina. I want you. I want you and all the consequences that come along with it. Fuck– let your dad hate me, I don’t care. Please, Y/N. God, you don’t even know.” His voice strains as he looks up at you. He can see that he’s getting to you. The confliction on your face gives you away.

“You told me I was too young.” All you can think about is that first night. The idea of the two of you being together did seem a bit ludicrous but the way things fell apart that night.

“Baby-” Miguel’s hands gripped tighter. “What was I supposed to say? I’m in my 40s now. I have a daughter and you’re just beginning your life. I didn’t want you to be stuck with me and all these responsibilities.”

“That wasn’t for you to decide, Miguel.”

He kisses along the waistline of your pants. The softness of his lips grazing your hips sends a shiver skidding down the length of your spine. “You’re right and I’m sorry, muñeca.” His fingers slip beneath your shirt. “Please forgive me. Let me make it up to you.” His hands trace along the slopes of your body, the dips and curves that he so badly wants to commit to memory. “Lemme make it up to you, my pretty girl.”

He wraps your arms around your thighs and stands up, tossing you over his shoulder with ease. You squeal with surprise. “Miguel, what are you doing?” You hit his back but it has little to no effect on him.

“I told you, I’m gonna make it up to you.” He began to carry up upstairs to what you could only assume was his bedroom. You figured there wasn’t anything you could do about the situation at this point and that you might as well enjoy the ride and the amazing view of his ass.

He took you into his room and laid you down rather gently on his neatly made bed. Miguel stood above you with his hips between your legs. You made a motion to sit up but he shook his head with a disapproving click of his tongue. “No, you don’t do a thing. You’ll be a real muñeca now, won’t you?” His fingers play with the button on your jeans before undoing the fixture.

Miguel took his sweet time getting your clothes off, starting with your shoes and socks then continuing with your pants. He kissed your pelvis as he removed your underwear, this time keeping it intact. His kisses are wet, gentle, and teasing as he maintains eye contact all the way through. He leaves marks where his lips meet your skin, littering you with blossoming red marks all across your stomachHe takes your shirt next and finally your bra, leaving you completely bare before him.

Miguel’s large hands come to fondle your breasts, squeezing and manipulating the soft, malleable flesh against his warm palms. He thinks about how nice you’d look with swollen, tender breasts ready to feed his child. God, now he was thinking about impregnating you. Making his family all the bigger.

You’re so soft, every part of you drives him up the wall. He nudged the bulge of his cock against your core, feening to be inside you. “So pretty.” He murmured. “Mi linda muñeca. So beautiful.” Miguel trailed his fingertips along your body, between your breasts, down your diaphragm and naval and smiled at the way your body reacted so violently to his touch. He got on his knees at the end of his bed, placing either of your legs over your shoulders. You tremble as his large, calloused hands gripped and massaged the soft flesh of your thighs.

Miguel began his descent with a few kisses at your knees, slowly trailing his lips across the sensitive, supple flesh of your inner thighs. His breath is hot and each exhale builds an anticipation that begins to grow unbearable.

"Miguel please." You whine, desperate to know all he can do with that tongue of his. His teasing was killing you slowly and softly, the more torturous way to go. And how can he refuse you when you sound so pretty like that for him? He nipped at your thighs a little more, growing closer and closer to your wanting cunt growing wetter for him by the moment.

Finally, he kissed the slickened lips of your pussy. A sloppy, wet kiss with his tongue circling your swollen clit. Miguel spat on your pussy and watched it pool at your entrance. He put his fingers in the mess of it, humming softly as he eased his middle finger into your wanton hole. You whine again, buckling your hips down because his pace is excruciatingly slow.

Miguel placed his hand on your pelvis to keep you still. “Be patient for me. Can you do that for me, mía carina?” He fucks his middle finger into you a couple times before pushing his index finger in with it. His digits were long and thick, pushing and curling and massaging your silky walls in search of that soft spot that could have you crumbling in seconds.

His tongue was on your rosebud again, lips latched and suckling while his tongue flicked against the little bundle of nerves. Miguel kept his eyes on you, watching the way your face contorted. Your brows pinched with concentration and your lips parted to let a few strangled moans escape. Your fingers were in his hair, grasping at his soft curls. “Just like that– God…oh fuck, Miguel!” His fingers were pumping in and out fast and hard. Your heels dug into his back and your toes curled with pleasure.

It was almost pathetic how easily he could coax an orgasm out of you. The right stroke of his fingers and swirl of his tongue and he had you seeing stars and left your ears ringing. The building of a climax in the pit of your stomach bubbled like boiling water. You let your eyes close, squeezed them shut to concentrate on that feeling, help build it into something more and let it come to complete fruition.

“Go ahead and cum for me, muñeca. Can you do that just for me?” The low rumble of his voice against your aching cunt was enough to do just that. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers twisted in his hair, tugging at his roots to keep him close. Miguel slips his fingers from your, replacing it with his tongue while his arched nose continues to rub your clit. He liked the taste of you on his tongue, liked bringing you so much pleasure that your muscles spasmed and seized uncontrollably. His fingers massaged your thighs and hips. “Good girl. Mi buena chica.”

Miguel kissed your thighs again, his teeth grazing across your skin as your legs trembled. He was hard now—harder than before at least. His lips were slick with the very thing he hopes no one else in the world will ever get the chance to taste. He stood against, looked down at your little fucked out frame with tenderness. God, he loved you.

“Can you sit up for me, mi alma?” He asks you. You loved how gentle he was being with you and wanted to please him, so you fought against the aftershock of your orgasm and sat up in front of him. Your face was just against his pelvis with the obvious tint in his pants brushing his lips. You grabbed his hips and looked up at him. The valley of his abs and all those muscles.

“You’re such a good daddy, Miguel.” You murmur, kissing the swell while your hands slipped beneath his shirt to caress his muscles. “How sweet you were with Gabriella. I love a man that’s good with children.”

“Oh really?” Miguel bent down at the waist to kiss you, purring softly against your plush lips. “Funny, I was just thinking about how nice and pretty you’d look pregnant and in my bed.” You moaned softly against his lips, your hand stroking the back of his neck. “Miguel.” His large hands were on your breasts again.

“You want to help me make another baby? Make me a daddy again?” His tongue was against yours. “I wanna make you a mommy. WIll you let me do that?” He wanted to cum deep inside you, press his hand against the exterior of your womb and know that his child was growing in there. It might just be a nice little fantasy, hormones running high, but it turned him on. It turned you on too. Birth control in these times meant you couldn’t get pregnant unless you intentionally stopped taking it. No risks involved.

“Yes, please.” You pushed Miguel back so you could stand up. The height difference was much the same but now you were at least at his chest. You looked up at him with wide, pretty eyes and offered him the same human kindness he offered you by removing his clothes. You grabbed the hem of his shirt and helped him take it off before doing the same with his sweatpants and underwear. You realize that for the first time, you two are completely naked in front of each other, bare and vulnerable.

Miguel kissed you again because he simply couldn’t help it. He kissed you because even though it hurt his back to keep bending down like this, he loved kissing you so much that it didn’t matter. He picked you up with ease and walked around the side of the bed to place you further up on it. He climbed up on top of you, caressed the side of your body as he grabbed a pillow.

"How do you want it?" He asked, liking to give you a choice in the matter. You looked at the pillow he was grasping and took it from him. Miguel watched as you lied on your stomach and quickly caught on when you placed the pillow beneath your hips to elevate them. He liked the way you thought.

Miguel mounted the back of your thighs, wrapping his hand around the veiny length of his cock while his other hand pulled your hips up a bit more to expose your tight, wet, little pussy. He tapped the head against your entrance before easing himself in just enough that he no longer needed his hand to guide. He leaned over you, pushing deeper until his hips met your ass flush and everything that made the two of you two separate beings disappeared.

You turned to look back at him from your position and hooked your arm over his shoulder and around his neck to pull him close. His hands were on either side of your body, supporting the both of you. Miguel kissed you and at the same time thrusted his hips sharply into you. “You’ll make such a great mom, mía carina. I’ll put a baby nice and deep in you and we’ll be a happy family.” He rocked his hips, pulling back until just the tip remained positioned against your wonton pussy before sinking back into his own personal heaven.

Miguel wasn’t fucking you. It wasn’t fast or rough or fueled by blatant, blinded lust. His pace was slow and steady, quite nice actually. Each thrust drew a placid moan from your lips or a whimper of Miguel’s name against his tongue. Thai kind of sex was the baby-making kind of sex. You never had it but you knew it all the same, you could feel it. This was the kind of sex that made his daughter.

“You’ll be such a good mom to Gabriella.” He kissed your cheek, tracing his lips across the curve of your jaw. He hoped saying something like that wouldn’t scare you away because he wanted you to be a part of his family. Gabriella never met her mother, grew up without any semblance of a mother figure at all. At first, it was just because he was heartbroken, freshly widowed, and now with a daughter. Then after a couple years when he thought he might finally be able to get back out there, the occasional date here but no one was allowed to meet his daughter. He didn’t want anyone who wasn’t going to be a lasting part of his life make an impression on her, get her mind going. He was afraid her real mother might be replaced, that Gabriella might be mistaken. So he made sure she knew who her mother was, showed her pictures of her, told her stories, etc.

It’s only been in recent years that Miguel has realized that Gabriella still needed a maternal figure in her life. And trying to find someone willing to step up and raise a kid that isn’t theirs is hard to imagine, no less you, a girl in her 20s with no children of her own and a whole life ahead of her. He wasn’t trying to tie you down like that.

You moan softly, loving the way his body pressed against yours. Your skin stuck to his with the thin layer of sweat that seemed to try and bound you two together. You loved how full you elt, his cock plunging in and out at you in firm, timed strokes. The two of you so desperately clung on to each other like someone was trying to pull you two away from each other.

The way you felt with Miguel was electric, like nothing you ever felt before and you thought that this might actually be love. This could be love right here and that terrified you and excited you. Because you were so in love that you were perfectly happy with the idea of being a close part of his personal life, eventually coming to help parent his daughter at your age.

“I’m close, my love.” Miguel was beginning to lose all sense of self. His breathing began to pick up as his hips buckled a bit faster. “Gonna cum in your pretty little pussy, claim it all as mine.” He sat up finally and suddenly you felt a bit cold without his body on yours. His large hands grasped your hips to keep you still and watched as his cock sank deep into you. God, the way your walls stretched to contain him, gripped him like no other.

You knew he was just on the edge when his hips began to slow into spaced, yet harsh thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck– God.” He choked as his abdomen tightened and he pressed his narrow hips as hard as he could against your ass, pressing himself as deep as he could inside you.

You moan at the feeling of his hot cum filling you, painting your walls in nice, thick spurts. Miguel lets out a low groan, his eyes squeezing shut as you rock back and forth on his dick, milking him for all he had to offer you. There was so much that it began to leak at the corners, creating a milky white ring right at your entrance.

Miguel left you slowly, not truly wanting to leave the soft warmth of your body. Cum immediately began to surface and dribble down the front of your lips. It was quite the sight, such a beautiful one. He just had to take a moment to admire his work.

“You havin’ fun back there?” You ask after a beat of silence. You turn around beneath Miguel and sit up just enough to kiss his chest before he bends down to meet you halfway. His hands come to find purchase on your jaw, his thumbs rubbing circles on your cheekbones. Your smile into the kiss before laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

You stifle your laughter as you pull away from him and lay back down on top of his bedsheets. “My dad is so gonna kill you.” You look up at Miguel as he runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. He came and laid down beside you, wrapping a arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Let’s not tell him just yet. I have to figure out the best way to explain it.”

You roll over and murmur into his lightly hair-covered chest. “I don’t think there’s any good way to explain this to him. Might as well rip the bandaid off while he’s not expecting it.”

“That might be the right move.”

#i did it!#it's done!#finale #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #miguel o'hara #atsv #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fic #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 smut

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 4 months

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Chase took a picture of himself in the dirty gym mirror. Damn he looked good he thought to himself. Years of dedication and dieting has left him with a body that made men and women swoon for his attention. The bad thing about this though was Chase knew he was good looking. He treated everyone poorly and it wasn’t long before he had enough enemies that they decided they needed to do something about it. I watched him take a picture of himself smirking as he was loving the reflection he had and as soon as he took the picture I slipped right on in. Taking full control. Chase was fully aware of everything happening. I made sure of that. But for now it was me in full control. And he was helpless to anything I did. “Well chase it looks like you have quite the number of enemies. You pride yourself so much how you look that it’s time to make some lasting changes!” I said out loud in his deep voice. Chase was screaming inside my head. Trying to take control but able to do a thing about it.

Rubbing Chase’s hairy stomach I knew that the first thing I was going to do was give Chase a gut. Something he prided himself on never having. Well times change and it was time for him to gain some serious weight. Chase screamed inside his own head and I just laughed.

Going home I thought about more ways to really punish Chase and I got even better ideas. Like normal I got tired of Chase screaming non stop so I put him to sleep. Leaving me to figure out all the wicked things I was going to do. At his apartment I looked at myself in the mirror. Chase really was a good looking man. Fit and muscular. Size 14 feet. He really was something to see. Looking down I rubbed his stomach. Using my magic I mumbled the spell to activate all changes I willed on him. His stomach began to bulge. And I laughed the whole time. “No that’s not big enough. Chase shouldn’t be able to see his feet !” And as if on command his stomach surged forward. Blocking his view of the ground. “Perfect !” He rubbed a ringer down the middle of his stomach and said “he’ll never be able to suck this in even if we tried !” And just liked his stomach flexed and churned. Bloating out more. Chase’s abs disappeared completely and his muscle would never respond to him trying to flex them again. His stomach would be permanently bloated outward. Always hanging in front of him no matter what he did. “This is more like it. This way this weight will stick and never go away!” And just like that Chase would never be able to lose another pound.

I decided the hair for his body needed to be thicker. Like a sweater he could never remove and just like that his body began to grow very thick hair. A dark beard sticking out of my chin and touched the top part of his chest that was quickly becoming coated. Arms and shoulders now thickly matted in hair.

I made his body begin to smell like he hadn’t showered in days. Making this is new permanent smell while sweat began to bead on his forehead and drip down his hairier body. His shoes had gotten tighter as I made his feet thicker and hairier to match the rest of his modified body. But that wasn’t all I was going to do. “This body will need to smoke everyday. A have a beer everyday or else Chase will get sick!” Definitely going to love having those addictions now.

I spent a week in his beefier hairy body. Getting chase used to his new life. The smell. The sweating. The smoking and the beer. I quit his job for him in accounting because it was going to be too much for him after my next change. Walking down the street I let Chase wake up. Letting him feel his body jiggly as it walked. Letting his feel that wind blowing through all the hair ! Chase was screaming instantly. Crying in his own head. I opened the door to the clinic and Chase demanded to know what was going on. I just laughed and ignored him. When the doctor came in I quickly signed the papers. Not even giving Chase enough time to read them. I wanted this to be a surprise for him. He demanded to know what was going on. The doctor came in with the syringe and prepped the needle. Chase demanded to know what was happening. “You sure you want this ?” Said the dr and I shook chase’s head for him. It was then I decided to tell Chase. In his head like a thought I told him how accounting was a thing of the past. I told him how my final change for him was to make another change. One that I couldn’t use magic for. Chase screamed and cried. He begged me not to do this. I held out his arm. Still under my control. Chase screamed. The needle was inserted in his arm by the doctor. And the doctor gave me one last chance to back out. I took the needle from his hands and plunged the fluid directly into Chase’s thicker hairier arm. And left his body completely.

I watched as Chase’s jaw went slack. Drool began to pool into his beard. For all the doctor knew. Chase just offered himself up for a liquid lobotomy. And injected himself too. Instantly dropping his iq from 140 to 60. Chase would never be an accountant again. He would be a big dumb lumbering brute for the rest of his life now.

#bodywrecker

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403tarot · 5 months

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CHOI SAN AS HUSBAND & FATHER 💭

reading taken out of san's marriage with anonymous

for those with weak hearts please spare yourselves

the marriage

firstly, he'd get very nervous to ask for your hand, overthinking all the details, wanting everything to go perfectly according to the plan. i see that for the proposal, san wouldn't want something too dramatic or attention-grabbing, but still, he'd aim for something memorable, a moment you both would remember forever when he kneels down and asks you to marry him. likely, he'd propose on a trip you both take together, nothing out of the ordinary but something cliché yet meaningful: bed with flower petals, candles throughout the room, balloons saying "Will You Marry Me?" and then the promise of great sex afterwards.

now talking about your actual marriage, it would follow the premise of your relationship leading up to that point, and yes, it would be very good, though with some reservations leaning more towards the emotional side due to the expectations and demands that being in a marriage brings for any couple. In a previous reading, it was mentioned that san would want you both to live together "early" in the relationship. however, even if that were to happen, when he puts a ring on your finger and you're married, things would change, and it would be a different dynamic for him. san would genuinely take your relationship seriously from the start, but the fact of being in a marriage seems to completely alter his brain chemistry, and the stance he assumes is much more serious. for him, marriage is a lifelong commitment, something that must be handled with significant firmness and delicacy at the same time. i believe his parents are still together even after many years (as he mentions), so i think that significantly influences how he sees marriage and shapes his vision of the ideal type of marriage he has in mind.

if he was already quite firm regarding financial care and comfort in the relationship, in marriage, this intensifies even more. san might insist a bit for you to at least consider taking a break from your work, especially during the time you'd be trying to have children. He might also ask you to take time off from your job to dedicate yourself to your children until they grow up enough or work in something much lighter that wouldn't occupy so much of your time.

in this relationship, nothing would be lacking for either of you. with the energy of marriage, i got the lovers card so romance would prevail even on the worst days. being in this situation would make you understand even more that being with each other is a privilege and that finding something like this happens once in a million. you wouldn't feel the need for anything else, there wouldn't be anything more you'd want beyond what you already have, nothing. no 'grass is greener on the other side' thoughts, no undercurrents of dissatisfaction or regret. i see that in each other, you would find everything you need.

you would never feel alone in your life in any aspect. although this applies generally to both, due to your situation, this would weigh much more on you. san would truly be your partner, someone who does things for you like he goes there and actually does it, and he wouldn't wait to take these actions.

regarding what i mentioned about some expectations that might weigh, they're on san's side. he would be the one trying to win you over every day but would be somewhat anxious and fearful about it. he would want to be a good husband but might have a bit of insecurity about you getting tired of him, of being tired of being married, of being tired of a more peaceful life... anxiety.

ultimately, san would be very concerned and would want you to feel good in this relationship. even by putting a ring on your finger, he wouldn't feel like he 'has you.' i think when you finally get pregnant things would improve, but until then, he might have this kind of internal concern.

as for you, there's nothing to complain about in terms of how you would feel. no tough times, even the bad days are better than some 'regular' days in your old life. you wouldn't want anything to hinder you, your life, or your relationship. you could be very tough about it—anything threatening this relationship even a little could trigger a negative side of you.

the fatherhood

san wouldn't ask for an exact or huge number of children but would like if you planned to have more than one. in reality, it's more like 'let's have however many come.' he might want to be the kind of father who comforts his inner child, which might have had a somewhat complicated relationship with his own father in his childhood.

fatherhood for san would essentially boil down to 'i want to get everything right from the start so I won't be a father i would detest having as a child.' it's as if he has a very fixed and extensive idea of what he doesn't want to be, so san would try to be as much of the opposite of his worst nightmares as possible. because of this, he would put a lot of pressure on himself and worry if he's really a good father, as he could be horrified at replicating behaviors he condemns in parenthood.

san would be very afraid of being an ineffective father or husband, or that you would feel like you have to take care of things alone because he's not capable; afraid of being emotionally absent as a father and not being able to show love to the children properly; afraid of failure, afraid of blinking and then finding himself making the mistakes he fears.

moreover, san would be a kind and dedicated father who would try to be the children's best friend, understand them, and guide them along the path he deems best. he would go to great lengths to be very present in the children's lives, even if his life were still busy, so he would never miss any important events in their lives and would try to accompany them in everything, from ballet classes to football practices. san would be the type of father who enjoys documenting and keeping many records, so he would probably have a folder full of photos and videos of the family from the very beginning. then, he would want to pass on his values to the children more than anything. having a structured family where members prioritize each other is an achievement he feels obligated to attain.

* based on tarot. this is a reading of san with one specific person. his way of showing his personality and taking actions can vary depending on who the reading is done with.

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flutteringphalanges · 11 months

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Protostar

Adam Warlock x Star Lord!Sister Reader

Prompt: You’re pregnant. The very thought of it is so surreal. And more importantly, it’s Adam’s. Now not only do you have to break the news to the man you love, uncertain of how he will react, but then there are the rest of the Guardians too. And more importantly, your brother, Peter.

Word Count: 3,878

A/N: Hello! I am back again with another Adam Warlock x Reader baby themed one shot! I will add a link to this one to the post that has all of my one shots to this series so far. Requests are open! I’m currently working on one at the moment! Any thoughts of any kind, my comments and mailbox are open! I hope you enjoy! -Jen

Protostar

Pregnant. A word that had seemed so foreign to you up until now. An aspect you hadn’t even begun to fathom would happen to you. And yet here you were, sitting far off from the hustle and bustle of Knowhere’s square trying to clear your mind. Trying to think through haze and churning from your own stomach as you processed it all. Wondering how you would announce it to Adam. So lost in your head you didn’t even notice when Kraglin took a seat beside you.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

Kraglin had been like an older brother to both you and Peter. Though, your relationship was a little better at the time because, growing up, he felt as if he needed to compete with the boy from Terra for Yondu’s approval. That had changed though. Now the three of you were equally close. You looked over to him, not too sure what to say. In all honesty, he was the last person you’d imagined to break the news to first.

“I don’t know.” You responded softly with a shrug. “I haven’t decided, I guess.”

“What’s wrong?” Kraglin asked, his tone slightly concerned. “Did something happen? Is it Adam?” He paused, his expression more serious than you’re used to. “Did he do something?”

He did, but technically so did you. You exhaled, wondering why you didn’t stay cooped up in the confinement of your room. That way you could’ve at least hid from it all a little longer. Pretend that everything was as it should be. You wished Adam was here, he had a way of making you feel better. Then again, maybe it was better that he wasn’t.

“Y/N?” Kraglin’s voice snapped you back into reality. You turned and looked at him as he placed a hand on your knee. “Uh, you want me to get Pete?”

“NO!” The word came out much sharper than you meant it to causing Kraglin to visibly flinch. “Sorry, I mean, no…that’s okay.”

The last thing you needed was your brother. Peter was overprotective, he had always been. Even though you two were adults, he was still annoying when it came to you and relationships. When you and Adam first got together, he made it clear to you that he wasn’t exactly supportive of it all. Sure, the guy had saved him from literally turning into a human icicle in space, but he was still wary from the Rocket fiasco. That was something that you knew would take a long time to repair. At this point you were lucky he was tolerating it all and not getting on your case. If he knew you were expecting…well, you didn’t know how he’d take the news.

“Can I trust you, Kraglin?” You asked, knowing full well there was no turning back after saying something like that. “Swear on Yondu you won’t say anything? Especially to Peter?”

Kraglin looked at you with such uncertainty it was almost comical. Almost. “Yeah…” He replied with hesitation. “Cross a Ravanger’s heart.”

You nodded, looking at the ground. “I’m pregnant.”

“...Oh.” He said after a moment, shifting awkwardly where he sat. “...Is it Adam’s?” You threw him a dark look that caused him to hold up his hands defensively. “I’m sorry! It’s just well…congratulations? I mean, this is good, right?”

You let out a loud groan and covered your face. “I don’t know!” The words came out muffled from behind your hands. “You’re the only one who knows.”

“I’m honored! Thanks!”

“Only because you showed up here.” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh. Kraglin didn’t deserve it. “I’m sorry, Kraglin, I’m…I’m not trying to take this out on you. Maybe it’s the stupid hormones, I don’t know. I found out today and I’m not processing it well, I guess.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He offered, and you felt his hand rest on your shoulder. “I don’t know nothing about having babies, but if there is something you like, maybe a glass of water, or a blanket? Wait, that may be for shock…”

For the first time that day, you actually smiled. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder what Kraglin might’ve become if he hadn’t ever joined the Ravangers. You leaned forward and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Just your support is nice.” You told him, inhaling deeply. “Thanks.”

“Well sure, we may be Guardians now, but we'll always be Ravangers at heart.” Kraglin grinned at you when you pulled back. “And Ravangers take care of our own. Well, except when we don’t, but you know what I mean. We’re family. All of us here. I guess what I’m tryin’ to get at is we’ve got your back. Adam’s a great guy, I mean, he did almost wreck all of Knowhere--”

“Kraglin.”

“Yeah, yeah, what’s in the past, is in the past. He turned out to be a great guy, right? Saved Pete, helped fix up a mess, managed to even join the Guardians. That’s somethin’, right?” He took a deep breath. “I don’t need to be able to read minds or do that emotion thingy that Mantis does to know Adam loves you. Like a whole lot.”

“I know he does.” Your smile was soft. “It’s more than mutual.”

“So it’s gonna be alright, okay? When have I ever lied to you?” Kraglin asked with a grin.

You gave him a look. There were not enough fingers on each hand for you to count the number of times both he and your brother had pulled some stunt on you. All relatively harmless, but you had learned not to be so gullible since.

“I need to go find Adam.” You told him, dusting off what little dirt had gotten on your pants. “He’s probably worried. Last thing I need for him is to go hunt Peter down. I’m still trying to figure out how I’m going to approach that one.”

“No matter what, Pete’ll come around. He always does.” Kraglin tried to assure you. “He got used to you and Adam. This is just another thing added on.” A big thing.

It was becoming apparent that, for the time being, you needed to focus on one thing--telling Adam. The rest you could try to get yourself to stop worrying about until later. You pulled Kraglin one last time for a quick squeeze.

“Thank you, Kraglin. For everything.”

“That’s what family’s for.” He said with a smile. “Even if we ain’t exactly a normal bunch.”

XXX

The nausea you felt the moment you stepped over the threshold and into your room was not from the baby. Part of you wanted nothing more than to just turn back and find a new spot to hide in, somewhere where no one could find you. But Blurp, Adam’s beloved furry F’saki, immediately bounded over and pounced excitedly at your legs.

“Hey, buddy.” You said, giving the animal a half smile as you reached down to scratch it behind one of its ears. “It’s good to see you too.”

“Y/N!”

Adam came bounding in with a mixed look of concern and relief at your arrival. You straightened up as he walked over to you, his hands immediately reaching and cupping your face as he studied you carefully. You felt as if you were a piece of fruit being checked for bruises by a potential customer.

“Are you alright? I was worried. You weren’t here when I returned and I kept waiting, but you didn’t leave a note--and I know that you can take care of yourself, as you’ve said before--”

“Adam.” You said, cutting him off. “I’m fine.”

He beamed at your response and looked down at Blurp. “See, I told you everything was fine. No need to get anyone else involved or form a search party.” The creature gurgled and nudged your leg.

“But, Adam, we do need to talk…” His expression changed to one of confusion as you took a step back. “It’s important.”

“Oh?” He responded, following you as you took a seat on the edge of your bed. “What do you want to talk about? Should I be worried?” And his laugh was nervous--making your own anxiety that much worse.

“I don’t know.” Probably not the best answer to give him. “I mean…I don’t know how you will feel about this.”

Gods, if you could have any power in all the universes, invisibility would’ve been great. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at Adam as you feel his hand take yours. Tears started to well up in your eyes and suddenly you found yourself flooded with emotions. Damn hormones.

“Y/N, my love, what’s the matter? Don’t cry! Tell me what I must do!” Adam was cupping your face once more, searching your eyes for answers. “Have I done something wrong? If I have, please tell me and I will make amends. Please, say something, you’re scaring me.”

You shook your head and hiccuped. “You didn’t…you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m…” The deep breath you took was shaky, and you could only hope you didn’t look as gross as you sounded. “Adam, I’m pregnant.”

The silence that blanketed the room made you want to crawl over into a corner and die. This was it. Adam was going to get up and leave you and everything would fall apart. The Guardians would banish you from the team. From your family. Knowhere was exile you. You would have no one and nothing and Thanos might as well have snapped you for good.

“I’m going to be a father?”

The words snapped you back into reality. Through tears, you looked and saw Adam gazing at you with such glee and adoration it sort of caught you by surprise. You sniffed, wiping your face with your sleeve--nevermind how unattractive it must’ve looked, and nodded.

“Yeah.” You answered him softly. “You’re going to be a dad.”

He was quiet for a moment. “I never had a father.”

The corners of your mouth twitched into a small smile at his statement. “...I don’t remember my mom.”

“...Do you think I could be a good father?” Adam asked slowly, his gaze burning into yours. He sounded hopeful.

“Yeah.” You said with a smile. “I know you’d be a wonderful dad. There is not a doubt in my mind that says otherwise.” There was hesitation in your voice as you asked the next question. “Do you think I’d be a good mom?”

Adam chuckled warmly. “You already are to good, old Blurp right here.” Blurp trotted over and jumped into your lap, licking excitedly at your face. “See? Even he approves, and he is very particular too.”

“I can see that.” You laughed, carefully moving the dog onto the mattress. Sighing, you gazed into Adam’s eyes, getting lost in their golden pools. “Are you happy then? Are you…okay with this?”

Adam said nothing as he leaned forward and kissed you. You allowed your arms to wind around his neck as one of his arms hooked around your waist and pulled you close. Nothing sounded better than staying in that moment for all eternity. The warmth and gentleness of it all. You almost had to fight the urge to pull him back in when he stopped.

“I have never been more certain of something in my entire life.” Adam said with so much pride your heart swelled. “And I will love this child as I do you, Y/N. You are--well, now it is two of you I suppose, the most important things in my eternal life. I will do better than my best to be the very best! I swear it.”

You chuckled, sniffing as you beamed back at him. “That was quite the speech.”

“Was it what you wanted?” Adam inquired, wiping away at a stray tear that’d begun to slide down your cheek. “Are you okay? Perhaps I should’ve asked that first.”

Even though it would be months until you felt anything, you rested your hand on your stomach. You began to imagine the sensation, what little movements, kicks, flutters your baby would give you. Your baby. Adam’s baby. Gods, it sounded so surreal and yet, so right.

“Yeah.” You inhaled, your gaze deep as it met Adam’s. “I’ve never felt happier.”

XXX

“We need to tell them.”

Adam’s voice was soft as his hand gently rubbed your back from where he knelt beside you on the floor. Your head hung over the toilet as you tried to fight back the wave of nausea that stirred in your stomach. Morning sickness, more like ‘all day sickness’. It had been a week since you had broken the news to Adam--and technically Kraglin--about the baby. From the get go, he had wanted to tell the others but you had sworn him to secrecy. You still were avoiding sharing the unexpected pregnancy announcement with your brother. But now, with how violently ill your body had decided to start becoming, you weren’t really left with any options.

“Maybe we can just wait until they’re born.” You mumbled weakly, the bitter taste of bile coating the inside of your mouth. “Spring it on them then.”

“I don’t think that would be the best idea--or even possible.” Adam responded, frowning softly when you waved away at the glass of water he tried to coax in your hand. “They’re starting to worry about how sick you’ve been. And you already told Kraglin.”

“That wasn’t in my original plans.” You answered somewhat defensively. “Besides, there’s a big difference between him and Peter knowing. The others I’m not as worried about. I’m his little sister, but he forgets I’m not so little anymore. Like a lot.” Your stomach gurgled and you heaved a big sigh. “I can take care of my damn self.”

“I know.” And the palm of his hand began to knead between your shoulder blades. “But the sooner we get it over with, the better you will feel about it. And you aren’t alone in this. I’m right with you. We’ll tell them together and it will go over well, I promise.”

XXX

The last time you saw a look like the one Peter was giving you now was when you accidentally dropped his Walkman as a kid and it fell between the grates of Yondu’s ship. How he managed to get it back out before it slipped to its eternal demise, you were unsure--or cared. But this look was not about any sort of music box. Oh no, this was something much greater.

“...You’re pregnant?” Peter asked slowly, eyes flashing from you to Adam. “As in having a baby? Together?”

“Yes, I am.” Before anyone could speak up, you quickly added. “And we’re happy too. Really happy.” Adam’s arm found its way around your waist offering a sense of comfort that you needed. “And since we’re family, we were hoping that maybe you all would feel the same way.”

The silence was killing you. The way they were all watching, Peter especially, you almost wanted to curl up into a ball and beg Adam to fly you back to your room. Try again on another day. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around, followed by a squeal.

“I am VERY happy for you!” Mantis gushed, beaming at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Adam nervously watching, probably concerned with how tight she was hugging you. “Oh this is such good news!”

Drax broke into one of his deep fits of laughter. “Quill! That means your sister had sex!” Of all the anti-social things he could’ve said, he had to go with that one. How wonderfully mortifying. “But I am also happy for you!”

One of Groot’s branches reached out and touched your stomach. “I am Groot.” Or, as you had grown to understand. “I like babies.”

Nebula gave you a rare smile from where she stood beside Rocket. She had come so far since you first met her those many years back. Gone from enemy to a true member of the Guardians. The late Gamora, your Gamora, would’ve been proud to see what she had become.

“Congratulations,” Nebula said with a nod.

“I agree with the others!” The canine yipped, her tail wildly wagging when she trotted over to you. “I will protect the baby like a good dog!” She licked your hand leaving you secretly grateful she didn’t try to jump up. “This is good news!”

Rocket, who had been at Peter’s side, made his way over. “Yeah, yeah, what they all said.” He said with a half smile, arms folded. “Guess we better get one of those sign things to hang on the ship that says Baby On Board or something.”

“So no one else sees a problem with this?!”

Peter’s voice popped you out of that blissful bubble you had found yourself in. Everyone was looking at him now, the good mood immediately snuffed out. Your stomach began to churn, only this time, it wasn’t from the pregnancy symptoms.

“We just got our team back together and everything was fine! Now you had to go along and get pregnant!” He jabbed a finger in your direction. “I dunno, did you not consider how this might impact the rest of us?!”

Where the hell was this coming from? “You know, just a ‘Wow, congratulations, Y/N’ would have easily sufficed!” You were fuming. Of course you knew he would be a dick when you needed him most. “This was a surprise to us! I’m sorry I didn’t take you into consideration!”

“You know you can’t come on any missions, right, Y/N?” His eyes then landed on Adam, his new target. “You know she is basically out of commission. She’s a risk! Now we’re down a teammate!”

“Peter, leave him alone!” You snapped, moving protectively in front of Adam. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Oh, really, he didn’t now?” Shit, you led him right into that. “Did you forget that whole thing when Goldilocks over there busted through our home and almost killed Rocket, not to mention trying to take the rest of us out with him?!”

“Everyone deserves a second chance, Pete.” Rocket cut in with a frown. “You’ve said it yourself before, and it’s clear that Adam has. I’ve forgiven him, why haven’t you?”

You weren’t sure if Rocket’s words struck a chord with Peter or not. In reality, you really could’ve cared less at that point. Tears of frustration and sadness had already begun to well up in your eyes, you didn’t want to give him the courtesy of seeing.

“Thanks, everyone.” You said, stare fixed on the ground. “Your support means a lot.”

Adam’s hand caught your wrist as you started walking away from the group. “Y/N?”

“I’m fine.” You told him, pulling your hand out of his grasp. “I just need some space. I’ll meet you back in the room. I love you.” And you made sure that you said the last part loud enough for Peter to hear.

XXX

You had practically built yourself a nest out of pillows and blankets on the top of your bed. Adam’s pillow was stained with your tears because you had chosen it to be the one you cried into. He smelled nice. Honestly, your fight with Peter could’ve gone a hell of a lot worse. You could think of several things you might’ve spat out at him that would’ve hit him hard and good. There was enough that you didn’t need to add onto.

Suddenly, you heard a knock on your bedroom door--which was odd considering Adam always chose to waltz in without first announcing himself. Whatever, it had been a weird day as it was. Who were you to dictate how your partner came and went?

“Adam, the door isn’t locked. Just come in.”

But the person who opened the door wasn’t Adam. Peter. You watched quietly as your brother made his way over to your bed, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. After the fallout, why exactly had he decided to show up? Was he going to give you another earful?

“Before mom died, she made me promise that I would always protect you. Even before that, I felt like I always needed to because it was just the three of us. Well, four if you wanted to include grandpa, but three.”

You chose not to respond, deciding to see where he was going with this.

“You may be grown, Y/N, but you will always be my little sister.” Peter said, his voice no longer harsh as it had been. “But that isn’t an excuse to lash out when you get into a relationship or, well, get pregnant. You’re tough. Quills have to be. And if you love Adam and this is what you want, you have my full support.” From his spot, he smiled at you. “Besides, I think I’d make a pretty damn good uncle.”

Finally, you looked up to meet his gaze. “That was a dick move you pulled back there.”

Peter sighed. “I know, I’m really sorry about that.”

“And you owe Adam an apology for trying to make him feel like shit.” He watched you, probably trying to figure out your next words. Inhaling, you continued on. “But I forgive you. I know you mean well, but I can take care of myself. Adam is a really great guy and he has changed. I really want you two to get along, especially with this baby coming. I need my big brother. I need you.”

“Y/N, you couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.” He replied, lightly throwing one of your pillows in your direction. You dodged it with a smile. “Call it a talent.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you beamed the pillow straight back. “You’re such a dork.” The imense amount of relief you felt now was so welcoming. “This baby will be lucky to have you as an uncle. I wish Yondu was here.” Though, you weren’t quite sure how your adoptive father of sorts would feel about a baby. “...I wish mom was too.”

Peter moved and pulled you into a hug--one that you didn’t realize you needed so badly. “Me too.” He admitted with a sigh. “She’d be so excited. She was the best mom, and I know she’d make an even better grandma. And I have no doubt in my mind that you’ll be just as great at it as she was.”

You gave Peter a watery smile, only this time your tears were happy. “You think so?”

He chuckled. “When have I ever lied to you?” And you couldn’t help but think back to Kraglin at that.

You rested your hand on your stomach, something you had a gut feeling would become more natural as time went on. Your mind wandered to the little life inside of you. What would they look like? Adam? You? Growing something inside of you that was the product of your shared love. Even though you had only known about this baby for such a short amount of time, they were already so adored. A smile crossed your face at it all. The new chapter in your life, his life, everyone’s that had only just begun.

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tiyawnyana · 7 months

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Kinktober: Day 5

Daddy

A/N: oh my god

Pairing: Lo'ak x (fem) human character

Warnings: small sir kink, daddy kink, oral (fem received), fingering, finger sucking

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You and Lo'ak had been sweet on eachother for a while.. growing up together with Spider having introduced you to the sullys; you had grown incredibly close to Kiri at first but as you began to grow and change, so did the sullys. So did certain feelings.

Soon enough those feelings grew hard to ignore, but luckily, Lo'ak had felt the same way for you, so you began a quiet relationship. It was so sweet, he was so gentle with you, taking time to kiss you, hold you. He was so patient and slow with you when you first experimented together; held you on his lap and let you take control as you rode him softly.

You'd still experiment together, seeing what interested you both, testing new positions and things while hiding the relationship.

You had grown hungry for something you couldn't quite name, though. You literally couldn't, but you felt as if you could, you'd be embarrassed. You loved how tender he was; he'd build you up, slow and gradual before taking you apart just as quick. But you wanted something more.

He brings you through the woods, slowly walking the trail back to the labs you both had memorized.

You chuckle, leaning against his back. He had insisted on carrying you, as you had been walking all day anyway.

"What?" He grins coyly, glancing back at you.

"I can walk, you know," you begin, slightly leaning backwards.

"I know, babe," he nods soft, having heard his dad call his mom the earthly pet name,"I don't mind, though."

"Ugh-" you groan jokingly,"but you-"

"Oh, shush, I like carrying you," he tenderly squeezes your thighs.

You only sigh before leaning your chin on his shoulder,"Yes, sir."

You notice his immediate rigidness, tail having perked straight up and he coughed lightly.

"Are you ok?" You question, leaning forward to inspect his face.

"Yeah- yes, I'm fine."

You squint at him, taking note of his darkened cheeks. Almost as if a lightbulb appears above you, you smirk.

"If you say so," a shit eating grin,"Sir."

He stumbles, you yelp, and he quickly crouches to not drop you.

He lets you go, coughing and clearing his throat. You quickly hop off of his back, circling around his front to gaze at him. He's still looming over you a good few inches despite being on his knees now, but you take stifled delight in his embarrassed gaze flicking away from you, ears tucked back and cheeks dark. His tail curls around, showing his emotions better.

"Do you enjoy being called sir?" You ask sweetly, stepping closer and lifting your hands to drift along his pecs.

He coughs,"Uh- I don't know.."

You grin soft, but go serious,"we haven't really talked about those sorta things, have we? We done new positions but.. not those."

He glances back at you before sighing in embarrassment,"No, we haven't.. I, uh- yeah, it sounded nice."

Your hands drift over his chest soft and sweet before raising higher, cupping the sides of his neck,"What else do you like? You're always so.. gentle on me, having me determine everything.. and don't get me wrong I love it, but I want you to explore things too.."

He groans, huffing through his nose as he tilts his head back,"I don't want to hurt you, though."

"I know you won't.. now please, Lo'ak," you search for his gaze,"Sir?"

His jaw clenches and heat begins to pool between your legs. His hands come up to tenderly cup your waist.

You think for a second, remembering some old pornos you had checked out, trying to find some new positions,"Daddy?"

He chokes on his saliva, head snapping to stare down at you. He doesn't even say anything, his tail and ears do the talking you need to know, and you grin with a lusty glint in your eye.

He clicks his tongue, shaking his head quick,"Shush-"

"But daddy," a purr in your voice.

He grips your hips, tugging you firmly against his front and you gasp; it's then that you feel the rigid length against your stomach, hot arousal shooting down between your legs.

"Want you to fuck me, daddy," you directly quote one of the lines from the video,"Please, haven't I been good?"

"Oh my god-" He lifts you up, over his shoulder before stalking back to the lab, beelining straight to your space. You're giggling on his shoulder, gasping as his hands grip the back of your thigh, drifting up, up, long fingers just barely grazing over the seam of your shorts.

Thankfully you arrive to your lab much faster thanks to his bigger strides, and he's even quicker to open the door, stepping inside carefully and placing you to the floor. He grips one of the masks and drapes it around his neck before taking yours off, cupping your face and leaning down. He kisses you firmly, invading your mouth with his hot, wet tongue. He completely dominates you and you can't stop the broken whimper that leaks into his mouth.

He pulls back, tugging your shirt off impatiently; your makeshift bra is soon off after, nearly torn off.

You honestly can't believe how wet you are; he's so unbelievably hot in this moment you can't stop the hot coil below your belly, it's inevitable.

He stops for a moment,"Tell me if you want me to stop, ok?"

You nod shakily, no words.

"I need a yes or a no."

"Yes- yes, I will," you gulp, thighs clenching.

He sniffs the air in passing but groans as he takes in your aroused scent,"I can't get enough of your smell-"

He lifts you and you yelp, giggling quietly as he brings you to your bed down the hall. He drops you on your bed, immediately crouching to the floor and tugging your shorts down, fingers catching your underwear and tugging those down too. His hands are quicker to flip you onto your belly, having your legs dangle over the edge. His lips kiss and nips down your spine, hands reaching up to hook his thumbs over your ass, spreading you open. You moan shakily, head thumping into the blankets.

"Who am I?" He nearly purrs, the tone of his voice having your cunt tighten around nothing.

"Daddy," you moan out, only to receive a light bite on your bum.

"Louder."

You speak firmer,"Daddy, please-"

"I don't think you have been good enough to ask me for anything."

You whine, clenching the blankets in your fists,"I'm sorry- I'll be good! Promise, please-"

"We'll see," his gaze moves down, spotting your wet pussy. He stifles the groan he so badly wanted to release, but wants to appear stoic in this moment,"Let's see how good you can be- Don't cum until I tell you to."

You're about to object but he stops all train of thought when he ducks down, spreading your folds and licking a broad stripe up your cunt.

Lo'ak has always been generous with giving you oral; it was one of the first sexual things you two had done, he had become so good at it over time but never often doing it with the intention of making you cum. Or not, given the situation at hand.

You're breathless already, gasping and groaning against your bed as he circles his tongue around your clit, then lifting to prod at your leaking hole. He grips your bum cheeks firmly, spreading you open further as he groans into you, diving even more. His tongue fucks into you and you yelp, head lifting in surprise but you arch your back-

"Oh, god!" You drawl out,"Daddy- I can't, oh!"

He moans against you, the vibrations going straight into you like your own personal vibrator. Your hips squirm, face clenching up as you try to hold on for dear life.

"You will-" is all he says, pulling back for legit a second before gripping your left thigh, lifting and twisting you until you're on your back. He pulls your thigh over his shoulder before smothering his face back into your cunt. He brings one of his hands in, -God you can't get enough of those big digits- his fingers tracing at your hole before his middle finger thrusts into you completely.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs, you gasp in shock. Your eyes are wide, staring up at the ceiling in mute shock before he crooks his finger just right and-

"Oh- ah!" You yelp out a moan,"Please, Lo'ak-"

You gasp in surprise as he pulls his hand back before thrusting hard back into you, the heel of his palm slapping harsh against your clit.

"Who?" He smirks down at you in mock annoyance. He pulls back again, repeating the same rough finger fucking into your clenching pussy.

You swallow thickly, blinking hard, losing your train of focus,"Please! I- oh, Daddy!"

"There we go, good girl," he leans up, sucking over one of your perked nipples. He grins around the flesh as he feels you tighten up around him.

He decides then to insert his ring finger, immediately thrusting into you and keeping up that near brutal pace.

You can't muffle the stream of moans, whines and pleading that comes out, and Lo'ak can't help but lean in, sloppily kissing you despite your inability to kiss back properly.

His palm smacks deliciously over your wet folds and clit, fingers quirking just right and you choke on a moan, body not prepared as you shriek, back arching as you cum hard around his fingers.

"Daddy!" You drawl out, whining pathetically.

He only smirks, slowing his hand before pulling out, 'tsking' at you with mock anger.

"Told you not to cum until I told you to," he lifts his hand, inspecting his slick covered fingers. He gazes back down at you, grinning as you struggle to regain your breath, weakly looking at him.

"'M sorry, daddy," you pant out, the deep breaths shaking your chest.

He thinks for a moment before lifting his hand to your lips,"Be a good girl, clean my fingers from your mess."

You don't even hesitate, jaw dropping to allow him to sink his fingers into your mouth, tickling the back of your throat. His fingers press down on your tongue, holding your jaw open before your tongue begins to curl around the digits, licking them sloppily clean.

"Good girl," he praises before smirking,"We're just getting started though."

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A/N: funniest part to me? I don't even have a daddy kink but I mightve just pavloved myself

Anywho I kinda think that Lo'ak would be ultra soft with a human mate. He's too nervous at first, letting you lead and whatnot; he's fearful of going too hard and hurting you, but as soon as this encounter happens woof he is drilling you against a tree just outside the outskirts of the village while covering your mouth

#avatar #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar smut #avatar way of water #loak x reader #avatar loak #loak sully #atwow loak #loak smut #avatar kinktober #kinktober

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bloody-bee-tea · 1 month

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 8 - It'll be alright

The prompt for this was "Trust me"

Suguru thinks that his hand should be shaking. It’s coated in blood, warm and sticky, but the knife in his hand is steady, as if it didn’t just claim two lives.

As if Suguru didn’t just kill two people.

Maybe something is wrong with him, he thinks and remembers all the times the other kids in school have talked behind his back. Maybe they were on to something, if he can kill two people and not feel a single thing.

Suguru can’t quite tear his eyes away from the bodies on the ground, tracking the ever-growing puddle of blood and he takes a cautious step back when it comes too close to his shoes.

It’s useless, anyway; the blood is all over him already.

He finally drags his eyes away from the bodies, looking out of the room, remembering the two girls in the cage and he should probably get moving, get them out of there and then get the hell out of here, but he feels rooted to the spot.

Suguru doesn’t know what to do, isn’t quite sure how to proceed now and the uncertainty keeps him frozen to the spot, even though he can hear the girls quietly cry in the other room.

It’s enough to make him finally drop the knife, at the very least and he is just about to make his way over to the sink, getting at least the worst of the blood off him so he doesn’t scare the girls further, when his phone rings.

It’s Satoru; the stupid Digimon soundtrack is enough to clue Suguru in on that and he wonders why he never got around to changing that, even after Satoru set that for himself.

Suguru reaches for the phone and there it is, finally, the shaking of his hands; Suguru lets out a harsh laugh when he realises that it’s not because of the bodies on the floor but because he won’t be able to see Satoru after this and he wonders just what the hell is wrong with him.

He still accepts the call, because what else is there to do but he can’t quite find his voice immediately.

“Yo, Suguru, you up for take-out today? I don’t feel like doing grocery shopping,” Satoru’s voice immediately fills his ear and it’s so normal that it feels jarring.

“You never feel like getting groceries,” Suguru gives back, falling into their usually dynamic even though everything is so wrong and something about his voice must have tipped Satoru off because he goes suspiciously quiet on the other end.

Maybe it’s the shaking, that has finally spread through all of Suguru’s body.

“What’s wrong?” Satoru asks, his voice low and serious and just that question is enough to break Suguru.

“I’m so sorry,” he chokes out, suddenly feeling as if he can’t breathe and the shaking only gets worse. “I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to, I didn’t mean to, it just happened.”

“What happened?” Satoru probes, and he stays calm even in face of Suguru’s panicked rambling.

“I killed them,” he whispers out, clasping a bloodstained hand over his mouth. “I killed them both.”

And now he’ll never get to see Satoru again.

The silence on the other end of the line makes Suguru’s stomach drop, even though he should have expected it. Of course Satoru doesn’t know what to say to that; of course he wouldn’t want anything to do with Suguru going forward.

He’s a murderer now, after all.

“Where are you? Who did you kill?” Satoru wants to know and he doesn’t sound as shaken as Suguru expected him to be but maybe he just needs more time to process.

“The girls I tutor,” Suguru starts, “I’m here right now and their guardians—they—they keep them in a cage, Satoru, a goddamn cage, as if they are some animals,” he hisses out and he can feel that spark of anger in his chest again, the one that made him reach for the knife and not care for the consequences.

“Fucking hell,” Satoru breathes out. “Okay. Did you call the police yet?”

“No, I—” Suguru isn’t sure if he should mention that he was going to take the girls and run away even though this is Satoru but Satoru doesn’t give him the time to decide anyway.

“Good. Don’t. I’ll handle it,” he says as if that makes any sense and Suguru blinks.

“What?” he gets out because he doesn’t understand. There is nothing to handle.

Suguru killed two people. He’ll go to jail, probably for life. There’s nothing Satoru can do to change that.

“Suguru, trust me. Just—trust me, okay? Don’t call anyone, just send me the exact address. Do it now.”

Suguru still doesn’t know what’s going on but Satoru’s voice doesn’t allow any argument so he takes the phone away from his ear and sends his location to Satoru.

“Done,” he shakily says once he returns to the call and there’s a bit of rustling at the other end before Satoru is back as well.

“I’m maybe ten minutes away. Can you stay put for that long?” he wants to know and Suguru’s eyes fall back to the bodies.

Can he stay? Is he able to stomach the sight for another ten minutes or so?

“I think I can,” he finally tells Satoru and decides not to think too hard about if that makes him a worse person or not.

“Okay, good. Don’t do anything, alright? I mean, maybe go to the girls and talk to them but otherwise don’t do anything. Drop the weapon or whatever you used and don’t try to clean anything up, yourself included if you got blood on you. Just—don’t touch anything. I’ll handle it, I promise.”

“I don’t understand, Satoru,” Suguru admits because what the hell is there to handle. He can’t just magically make it so that Suguru didn’t kill two people.

“I know. I’ll be there soon. Stay put, Suguru, promise me.”

“I promise,” Suguru gives back, because what else is there to do?

Satoru is asking him to do something and Suguru will very well do it, even though it won’t change the outcome.

Nothing can change the outcome of what he did but like this he’ll at least get to see Satoru one last time. That’s better than nothing.

Satoru hangs up on him as soon as the words leave Suguru’s mouth and the beeping of the phone sounds unnaturally loud in the otherwise quiet room.

Suguru gives himself one more minute to breathe before he turns around and returns to the girls. They are both crying, though they are trying to keep quiet about it and Suguru gives them his best smile.

He’s not sure how effective it is with the blood on his face, but he has to try.

“Hey, it’s alright, nothing will happen to you anymore,” he says as he crouches down next to the cage.

He’ll have to go look for the key to it soon enough because the girls don’t deserve to be in this cage for even a moment longer, but Satoru said to not do anything and so he’ll do exactly that. For now, at least.

“You killed them,” Nanako says, because of course she knows.

She might only be eight, but she’s by far not stupid and all that blood is a dead give-away anyway.

“I did,” Suguru admits and shuffles a little bit away from the cage in case the girls are frightened even more by his presence. “They can’t hurt you anymore now.”

“Will you?” Mimiko speaks up, almost hidden behind her sister and Suguru wants to get them out of there, wants to hug them and whisk them away so they can be happy, far away from all of this.

He doesn’t move a muscle.

“Will I what?” he asks instead and Nanako glares at him.

“Hurt us,” she clarifies and Suguru instantly shakes his head.

“Of course not. I would never.”

“Then why don’t you get us out of here,” Mimiko cries out and new tears fall down her face. “We just want to get out of here.”

“I know, I know,” Suguru soothingly says. “And you will, very soon. But—a friend is coming over, he’ll—” Suguru doesn’t even know how to finish that sentence.

It’s not as if Satoru can help, but Suguru has to say something.

“He’ll be here soon,” he finishes weakly and tries not to wilt under Nanako’s accusing glare.

“Don’t you want to help us?” she asks, making big eyes at Suguru as if that could change his mind and it might even have worked if there wasn’t a knock at the front door.

“That’s my friend, give me a moment,” Suguru rushes out, getting up from the floor and wondering just how fast Satoru got here because it hasn’t been ten minutes yet.

Suguru doesn’t hesitate to yank the door open but when he comes face to face with a police officer on the other side he freezes.

“Oh my, he really wasn’t kidding,” the officer says and shoulders past Suguru into the apartment.

Suguru is unable to do anything, as his heart plummets to the ground when he realises that Satoru called the cops on him.

It’s the smart thing to do, really, the right thing, too, but Satoru had told him to trust him. That he’d handle it, and Suguru breathes out a shaky laugh.

This is certainly one way of handling it.

“You killed them with the knife?” the officer wants to know, sticking his head out of the room with the bodies, before his eyes find the girls in the cage.

He lets out a low whistle.

“That’s most definitely a motive right there, good for you,” the officer says and smiles at Suguru.

“What is happening?” Suguru weakly gets out, because nothing makes sense anymore.

This officer is not acting like Suguru expected him to, mostly because he’s not yet in handcuffs and back up hasn’t been called.

“Oh, the brat didn’t explain?” the officer asks and just as Suguru is about to open his mouth to ask what the hell that means, Satoru spills into the apartment, breathing harshly as if he ran all the way here.

“Fuck, I’m late,” he pants out and the officer laughs.

“You could have explained a thing or two, your guy seems ready to keel over at any moment!”

“Suguru,” Satoru sighs out and comes over to stay next to him, one hand grasping his shoulder, clearly uncaring about the blood on the fabric. “I thought I’d be here before him. I’m sorry.”

“What’s going on?” Suguru asks again, because no one has explained a single thing to him yet and Suguru’s head is spinning.

This day is certainly not going how he expected it to when he woke up this morning.

“That’s Mahito,” Satoru says with a nod to the officer. “He—well, he’s on my family’s payroll.”

“On your—” Suguru can’t even finish the sentence, too confused by everything and Satoru tugs him to the side.

“Suguru, listen. You know who my family is. You don’t get to be one of the top clans in Japan without at least some shady business. We have people everywhere.”

“You—never said,” Suguru weakly says. “You don’t talk to your family.”

“I don’t,” Satoru gives back. “That doesn’t mean I don’t know what they are doing or who to call to cover up a murder.”

“Ah, but this’ll cost you, you know,” Mahito says with a bright smile. “You’ll have to go back for this, at least for the holidays.”

“I don’t care,” Satoru harshly says. “Can it be done?”

“Satoru, what does he mean it will cost you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Satoru says to him as if that would make Suguru worry any less.

Satoru seems to get that, because he sighs when Suguru continues to stare at him.

“I can’t break with the family and then use their connections on a whim, Mahito is right about that. I’ll have to go back for at least some holidays now.” Before Suguru can protest, Satoru turns towards him. “Don’t even try. It’s worth it. If it means you walk free for this, then it’s worth it. I can sit through some dinners if I know you’re waiting for me to come back home.”

“Fuuuuuck, Jogo was right,” Mahito mumbles in the other room. “Now I owe him money.”

“For what?” Satoru asks, not taking his eyes off Suguru. “Jogo is our contact in the fire department,” he lowly explains to Suguru while they wait for the answer.

“You two are totally an item. I bet that no one is crazy enough to fall for you but ugh, of course the murderer would be,” Mahito carelessly says and Suguru feels sick when he realises that the murderer in question is he.

“I mean—we’re not—” Satoru stammers out and that gets Suguru to focus again, because it’s rare to see Satoru lost for words.

And Satoru might be right, they are not, but Suguru guesses covering up the murder of two people, and using connections of his despised family to do so, might mean something.

“Yeah, I guess you do owe him money,” Suguru says and threads his fingers together with Satoru’s, not caring that it gets Satoru’s hand all bloody as well.

Satoru doesn’t seem to care either, because he squeezes Suguru’s hand, even as he goes red in the face.

“You don’t have to,” he mutters under his breath as if Suguru is doing that for any other reason than the fact that he wants to.

“I want to, though,” Suguru replies and then drags his attention back to Mahito when he comes back into the room.

“So. Get Shoko to examine the bodies and the girls, Dagon to do the forensics, Higuruma as his defence attorney and Kenjaku as the judge and he’ll walk free, no worries. I mean the cage alone is enough to put him on probation but as long as you make it seem as if they attacked him first—” Mahito trails off with a shrug. “Get the kids to testify to that as well and you’re clean.”

“Geto-sensei has always been so good to us,” Nanako suddenly cries out. “We were so scared when he was attacked for trying to help us.”

“He just—” Mimiko chimes in, interrupted by her sobs “—he just wanted to get us out when they came up behind him with the knife.”

Suguru’s mouth drops open, because that is not at all how this went, but when Mahito laughs and the girls stop crying it starts to make sense.

“See? Easy. Very good, girls, do that in front of the right people and your ‘Geto-sensei’ will be fine.”

“They—sure seem cunning,” Satoru mutters, but there’s a relieved smile on his face. “Things will be fine.”

“I—Satoru, I still murdered two people,” Suguru can’t help but to whisper to him. “Are you—okay with that?”

At this point, he’s really more concerned for Satoru than himself, because now that the first shock has settled, Suguru realises that he doesn’t much care about killing these two. They deserved it, for what they did to the girls and Suguru is not going to regret it. But Satoru—

“Rightfully so, it would seem,” Satoru carelessly gives back with a shrug. “Suguru, I don’t care. As long as you’re still by my side, I don’t care. Hell, I’d probably murder someone too, if it means you’d stay so who am I to judge. And covering this up is really the least of my worries.”

Suguru can’t help but to go warm all over at those words, because even though Satoru hasn’t outright said it yet, Suguru can hear the confession plain and clear.

“I love you, too,” he quietly gives back, just for Satoru to hear and leans in for a quick kiss.

It should probably feel more wrong, with two bodies right next door and the two girls still in the cage, but Suguru wouldn’t change it for anything.

“And I want to keep them,” he then adds, which makes Satoru sigh.

“I suspected as much,” he gives back, because he knows Suguru well enough it seems. “I’ll call Utahime. She’s our girl for anything regarding child protection services. She’ll make it happen.”

Satoru doesn’t seem to mind the fact that Suguru wants to adopt two highly traumatised kids any more than the fact that Suguru killed two people and it might just make Suguru fall in love harder.

“Thank you,” he says, beyond grateful to have Satoru in his life but Satoru only shrugs because he’s incapable of handling sincere gratitude.

It’s kind of funny to watch him squirm and it makes Suguru smile.

“There you are,” Satoru mutters when he catches sight of that smile and leans in for a kiss. “It’ll be alright.”

Suguru leans into the kiss, because he knows that it will be. As long as Satoru is there with him, everything will be just fine.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #murder #no curses #murder husbands #hurt/comfort #getting together #love confessions

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amhrosina · 2 years

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MCU Men During Your First Trimester (Pregnancy Headcanons//Pt. 2)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

Requests are open!

A/N: You can, in fact, find out the gender of your baby as early as 14 weeks, but for fic purposes, we’re going to pretend like the ends of these headcanons are somewhere around the very very beginning of the second trimester-ish. Just go with it. Suspend your reality. You’ll be fineeeee.

Link to Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Frank Castle:

This isn’t Frank’s first rodeo, but it’s all very new to you, so he’s patient with you as you start to experience symptoms.

Frank insists on being a part of everything and listens intently when the doctor explains what you’re going to have to do until the second trimester, even though he’s heard all of this before.

One morning your morning sickness is so bad that you think you might actually be dying, but Frank sits with you on the bathroom floor, rubbing your back and holding your hair up when you start vomiting again.

Your body starts to change, but Frank is constantly reminding you that you’re beautiful and how strong you are for growing an entire human inside of you.

Frank gives you glasses of water throughout the day because he knows you forget sometimes

You wake Frank up at 3 a.m. one night because you’re having some serious cravings

“Frank, if I don’t get some Doritos in me right this very minute, I think I might actually die.”

He goes to three different stores before he finds some, buying the biggest bag they sell.

You start taking way more naps, but Frank doesn't mind. When you fall asleep on his lap, he runs his fingers through your hair and thinks about how lucky he is to raise a child with you.

Towards the end of the first trimester, the doctor tells you that you’re having a girl. Frank is beyond ecstatic because he knows it will look and be like you, and you are his favorite thing in the world.

Matt Murdock:

Matt is a walking ball of anxiety, but he’s doing his best to be supportive.

You know Matt is worried that he won’t be able to be as good of a father because he is vision-impaired, but you reassure him that the baby will always know that he loves them.

He also has a literal 360 sonar in his head like that man will be able to do anything and everything for that baby, just not while he’s in public.

You don’t experience morning sickness, but you get the worst migraines you’ve ever experienced in your life.

It’s a good thing your partner doesn’t need the lights on because you spend a solid three weeks doing everything in the dark.

The first time you ever experience a mood swing, you snap at Matt for asking you if you want to go for a walk. He immediately bursts into laughter and you’re soon to follow.

“I like the feisty you.”

“Shut it, Murdock.”

When you go to the doctor for your first trimester ultrasound, your doctor’s pregnant (excuse the pun) pause has Matt on the edge of his seat.

“There are two of them in there. Twins! One boy and one girl!”

You very nearly pass out when you hear that you will be having not one, but two babies.

When the doctor leaves the room, Matt reveals that he thought he heard another heartbeat, but he wanted you to be surprised.

You’re overjoyed that you get to have both a girl and a boy, because now you’ll be able to physically see the piece of you and the piece of Matt that created your family.

Billy Russo:

You successfully avoid Billy for weeks, but when the doctor asked if you knew of any illnesses that run on the father’s side of the family, you decide you don’t want to risk the baby’s health by avoiding Billy. Even if he was an orphan, he could be dealing with an illness or something that he hadn’t told you about.

You call him one night, vowing to only ask him the one question and hang up.

He answers on the first ring, asking if you’re okay.

“I know you didn’t know your family, but do you know of anything the baby might inherit from you that the doctor needs to know about?

“I’m coming over. Please open the door when I get there.”

You say okay, because it’s Billy, and you miss him.

You awkwardly stand in the hallway with him as he looks you over.

“I am so, so sorry. I know I handled the news terribly and I know you feel like I’ve abandoned you, but I haven’t, and I won’t abandon our baby either.”

He doesn’t want to do the same thing his parents did to him my poor damaged baby.

“How do I know I can trust you, Billy?”

“I’ll show you. You’ll see.”

Billy makes a concerted effort to see you at least once a day. He’ll bring you coffee (de-caffeinated) in the morning sometimes, or when he has a late night, he’ll stop by with whatever you happen to be craving that day.

He apologizes for missing your first doctor’s appointment, but he promises he’ll be at the rest of them.

He’s constantly on the phone with Frank, asking him about “baby stuff”.

You can tell that he’s nervous about it, but he’s trying his best.

He even starts emailing you links to different cribs/stuff for the nursery and asking your opinion on them.

When it comes time to find out the gender of the baby, Billy is fidgety and anxious, tapping his foot on the floor and running his fingers through his hair repeatedly.

When the doctor reveals that the baby is a boy, the room is silent. After the doctor leaves, Billy lets the tears he’d been holding back fall.

“What if I fuck him up? What if he’s like me?”

“The fact that you’re worried about that means you won't, Billy.”

Bucky Barnes:

This is a very high-risk pregnancy, and Bucky is taking it very seriously.

He won’t even let you cook dinner anymore, claiming that your rest and health are the most important things right now.

“Bucky, I am more than capable of showering by myself.”

“I know that, Doll. I’m just here for the show.”

He’s already picking out baby names that he thinks you might like, but you’re hesitant to set anything in stone before the second trimester.

You watch the calendar as you get closer to your second trimester, praying to the universe that you don’t have a miscarriage.

You can see how excited Bucky is, and you don’t want to break his heart by losing the baby.

Bucky can sense your unease, and he tries to reassure you that no matter what happens, he’ll love you ‘til the end of the line (I had to, don’t freaking shoot me okay???)

When you’re two weeks away from the second trimester, you start to feel sharp pains in your stomach. Bucky rushes you to the hospital, where they stick you with needles and run all types of tests to figure out what’s going on.

You cry into Bucky’s chest, apologizing for getting his hopes up. Bucky won’t even let you finish your apology, reminding you that you’re doing a very hard thing and that he loves you so very much.

The doctor tells you that your baby is fine, but that you’re not drinking enough water, which was causing severe stomach cramps.

“In other news, your baby is a boy.”

Bucky is over the moon, and vows to you that he’ll never let anyone hurt you or the baby.

Peter Parker (Tom Holland):

Peter honors his promise and starts taking on odd jobs before and after his classes, slowly but surely building up money for when the baby comes.

You continue your semester and job as planned but start visiting the campus clinic instead of an independent OBGYN when you have to make doctor appointments, because they offer services for college students at a reduced cost.

Peter probably reads every baby book ever written in preparation for your pregnancy and the birth.

One morning you start to cry when you realize that your once favorite breakfast food, aka poached eggs, repulses you now.

Peter is so confused, but hugs and kisses you anyways because he loves you.

He eventually moves into your apartment, claiming it was bound to happen eventually.

You’re worried about how much the actual birth is going to cost, but Peter says he knows a guy who knows a girl who can help with that.

Peter gently suggests the name “May” if the baby is a girl, and you blame the pregnancy hormones when you start to cry over how beautiful the sentiment is.

You both decide not to find out the baby’s gender until you give birth, because you want it to be a fun little surprise.

Your last week in your first trimester is celebrated with pizza and a bottle of (non-alcoholic) champagne.

“What if our baby’s a boy? What are we going to name him then?”

“I don’t know, Peter Jr.?”

“Peter, I am not naming my child Peter Jr.”

End Note: i'm so sorry but i would fold so fast for billy anyways! i think im going to do two more parts to this: one where reader is in their second/third trimesters, and one where reader gives birth and how the new daddys are with their newborns. baby name suggestions would be great thank youuuu

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theflyindutchwoman · 8 months

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You're a good influence. You're gonna make a really great dad one of these days. I'm gonna have to if you keep losing our kids everywhere you go.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.17 - The Enemy Within

The fact that Lucy couldn't wait to tell Tim how much she appreciated what he did for Jordy and his dad while, in the meantime, he was reflecting on how much she brought out the best in him is just so endearing. These two and their unwavering support for each other...

Tim acknowledging Lucy's role in his growth - and telling her this - is really important too. She is such a kind-hearted person and unfortunately, that quality is sometimes used as a weapon against her, when truthfully, it is a testament to her strength that she remains this empathetic after everything she went through. Something that Tim recognises. Hence him calling it her 'superpower'. And he's right : she has been an incredible influence. She has challenged him from the start, helped him grow and see things from a different perspective. But the thing is, Tim isn't the only person she has tried to influence. That's what makes this moment even more crucial : his gratitude is in complete contrast to Chris's reaction when Lucy was dating him. She was trying to inspire him to be more understanding. She knew that as an ADA, he had the power to make a real change and wanted to show him how by giving him 'homework' as he called it. Only, her efforts were met with a certain dose of condescension, as his choice of word illustrates, to the point where she basically gave up because it wasn't worth the effort. Even Tim has been guilty of dismissing or scoffing at her compassionate disposition at times. In his case though, it was mostly due to the nature of their job, where he needed her to be more suspicious, and in the end, he still paid attention to what she was saying. That's why she never stopped challenging him. Even so, it is touching to have Tim verbally acknowledge this to Lucy, especially now that they're in a relationship… and the look in her eyes just conveys how much this means to her.

Lucy immediately returns his compliment with one of her own… She goes straight to the heart, by telling Tim that he would make a great father. One of these days. As in the near future. This is such a sweet sentiment, in light of his past. Their following banter is so irreverent… and yet, you can feel that they're completely serious. The casual way these two keep mentioning their kids, as if it is an inevitability, is mind blowing. There's a certain irony that so far, they're the only couple who have actually mentioned kids before being pregnant. Or even before they started dating for that matter. It's a conversation they've been having for a while and it progressed along their relationship. It was at first a mere curiosity, with Lucy venting to Tim about the appointment her mother made for her at the fertility clinic and asking him if he ever thought about having kids himself. Also, let that sink in : she was talking about the possibility of freezing her eggs to her superior officer… While Tim's dreams of ever becoming a father were growing more and more distant, Lucy, on the other hand, was taking steps in ensuring her future by going forward with the procedure. And since their second date, they've joked about grandchildren, coached together Tyler's Little League team… Even Tamara has chimed in on the topic. So here they are now. Joking again about their future kids. Plural. Several times. It's how they simply consider this a fact and none of them is batting an eye over it. That's how strongly they have faith and are secure in their relationship that they can envision themselves as parents and talk about it so freely. It's not even that they're actively planning on getting pregnant. It's about both being all-in and reveling in that knowledge. His grin after teasing her is perfect. He still loves riling her up - just like she does. And you know she wanted to affectionately push him. They're flirting in the bullpen, in front of everyone (including Grey), glowing and basking in each other's presence… This scene truly brings home how these two have managed to shift their relationship without losing their dynamic. That's what makes them perfect for each other.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #5.17 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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marshmellopie · 3 months

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YOU THERE

Give me your spamton headcanons! Any kind!

loki i love you so much you don't know how much i've been wanting to share my headcanons oh my GOD [scans over my 20+ page headcanon doc]

putting it under the cut because it's a lot of random stuff, i didn't categorize anything so there might be whiplash between everything:

– Five feet tall, previously 5'10 when he was still an Addison. I made Puppet Spam was 4'5 for the longest time, but I decided to say fuck it and make him taller. Still short in terms of Cyber City residents though, I like to imagine normal Addisons are around 6ft.

– I sometimes forget to draw it and I can't really animate it consistently, but his knuckles are constantly bruised because he keeps punching things whenever he's angry. Experiences really severe temper tantrums/outbursts and usually resorts to violence.

– Do not touch his fucking hair if he doesn’t know you. He’ll legitimately plan your murder if you cut any of it off– and that’s not a hyperbole. He can’t grow it back and his hair is his pride and joy, so he will genuinely track you down and rip your goddamn soul out of your chest. It's also permanently black (besides the grey but that's from stress), he changed his coding when he was famous to have black hair. Could've been reversible, but some things kinda stuck after he fucked himself up and became a doll.

– Weird mixture of Addison and mannequin. Mysteriously fell incredibly ill with a virus that was destroying his coding after his phone went dead silent, and became desperate to the point of converting his remaining data into an inanimate object. Kind of like converting a PDF into a JPEG with the compressed quality and all. Kinda iffy with this one and not really canon-inspired, I swap between him gradually and suddenly turning into a puppet. Used to base it off the Acid Theory but I'm tryna be creative sjfkdsjf he did probably fall in/get pushed a few times but it didn't burn him to the point of no return, it definitely stung though

– Blurry vision in both eyes because he had the audacity to peek into the Shadow Crystal multiple times. Hacked his glasses to somewhat correct it, but it only works to a certain extent.

– Talks through a voice box. He really doesn't need to move his mouth at all to speak and has limited range of motion (he can't close his mouth all the way and has no tongue), but he tries to purely out of habit.

– gayest man in cyber city

– Eats basically anything. From spaghetti-code to cardboard, his body is kind of forced to digest all of it, but it obviously hurts him if it's not supposed to be eaten.

– Sometimes doesn't recognize his own reflection.

– Riddled with viruses for so long that he probably wouldn't ever be able to get rid of them. He could probably minimize them if he got treatment, but only to an extent. They're a permanent part of him now.

– His nose is simultaneously the strongest and weakest part of his body. Either pierces through metal or bends like a bendy straw depending on if you throw him or just lightly poke it.

– Terrifyingly amazing aim. Can throw a pipis at a specific target without much thought. His pipis explode.

– Calmed down a bit as the years went on (because he lost hope LMAO), which isn't saying much considering he's still extremely rabid. Was extremely volatile when he first decided to give up the good life and live in the dumpster. Frequently tried to break into the mansion, probably stole a few cars, mugged a few Plugboys, picked fights with other malware on the streets. He still continues to do these things, of course, but to a lesser degree.

– Spiteful cunt. Wrong him once and he'll never forget your name. Rarely apologizes even if he's in the wrong.

– Can't say names properly unless he's being completely serious.

– Upholds his end of most deals, but words himself carefully so that if what he has to bring to the table isn't up to par with what the other person asked of him (which is 99% of the time), he can easily swindle his way out of it. No refunds on the sword. It's broken? I told you that. Cut anything, two pieces. You heard me clearly, and you obviously had no qualms with it from what I could tell. (Except he'd say that in a really fucked up and more condescending way.)

– Constantly hears static, but it grows and fades depending on his mood.

– Laughs at the most inconvenient times. Someone's threatening him? He'll chuckle. He's nervous? A little giggle. He just received some devastating news? Roaring laughter.

– Very unreliable narrator and storyteller. Tends to exaggerate things that have happened to him (doesn't mean that he didn't go through some wild shit though).

– Doesn't celebrate his birthday, for obvious loneliness and conflicting self-resentment reasons. Also because he doesn't keep track of the time. He don't know what day it is fam.

– Can mimic voices really well, though he still retains that bitcrushed/noisy overlay and the ad pop-ups.

– Tends to chew on things occasionally as a nervous habit. He doesn't exactly have a tongue, so he instead picks up random small items scattered around (ie. a pencil) and chews on them. Worst case scenario he just grinds his teeth together.

– Gestures with his hands a lot when he speaks. It literally looks like he's going through an emote hotbar. Also very expressive when it comes to his face, despite rarely being able to frown properly. You can garner a lot about his mood from his glasses.

– Mostly bark over bite. Tends to make empty threats a lot when he's startled in hopes his loudness will be intimidating, but will indeed bite if he needs to… or wants to. Sometimes there’s no bark at all, and he’ll literally bite.

– Has a weird fascination with shiny objects. He steals many things that seem valuable or visually appealing and hoards them in his shop.

– Once you put the KEYGEN into NEO, it takes a little bit for him to actually take over the body because he's transferring his data onto it. Permanently. Even when he becomes small Spamton again, he's permanently linked to the machine now, so he can change into it at will. Technically not at will because he has trouble controlling it, but you get what I mean.

this was insanely long but thank you for letting me ramble <3

#[PRICE SPEAKS]#spamton... my salesman...#despite usually drawing him happy i assure you he's like. really fucked up #i don't draw angst much but only because it comes out looking weird for some reason #i think i should make him cry #spamton #deltarune

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stevenbasic · 7 months

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Growing into the Job, Post 351: That was Then, This is Now, p3 (Gianna Interlude)

Jesus Christ look at this place. I can’t believe what a fucking mess it is. When was the last time I cleaned? The thing is I just don’t care anymore. My life was once neat and orderly but it all started slowly falling apart the moment I got put on this project. I really can’t fucking believe it. What’s happening to me?!? I used to be a smart, driven chick, headed for great things. Now…it’s like I can barely think straight! All I can think about is him. It’s like my brains are now all in my tits…which, to be honest, should make me a fucking genius.

I’ve been with Evolution for a few years now. I was hired onto the Quality Control team, and now I’m a Project Manager. The gig looked good, originally, they sounded serious. Well, they are serious. They’re fucking really serious. They seriously have made my life suck.

Okay, so it seemed great: I got to try out this new Product they wanted to push out. They made me the clinical coordinator, but I also got to be a study subject myself. It sounded so fucking awesome. This shit was going to make me a fucking queen, after all this went down. They were using it, in these trials, for like politicians, and CEOs, women of influence, girls who were in important positions. To make approval easier they presented it to the FDA as an OTC (over the counter, of course), non-Rx (nonprescription, duh) supplement which is like a joke, because it’s a fucking bioweapon. They had the right people in the right places and they somehow got it through, approved for OTC. But in the end it’s not going to be available for just anybody. It was going to make women they choose - like me, if it worked - better. Better at what they do. Better at meeting their challenges. Better at what they need to be to help us fucking win.

I don’t totally understand all the science, but I understand some of it (and all the witchy stuff I only half-believe). I do know that it’s next-level shit and totally sketchy from a safety-profile standpoint. It was all to help ‘the movement' though, and blah blah blah, of course I’m all for that, who isn’t? So, yeah, I’d take the trial. It sounded great. And it’d make me better at my job; that’s why they wanted me on it in the first place.

It was just some shots, and I knew that if this panned out I’d be, like, ascending. Like I’d heard others have, like the chicks I’d seen in the clinics. When all this is said and done I’d get my own team with the company, fuckloads of salary, and a promotion up and out of this bogus job.

They just need to wait with me, they said. They need me to run this clinical trial, but not affect it. So I can’t show up in person. I can’t have my influence change what’s going on in there. In fact, they wanted to keep me isolated and out of the offices so I didn’t affect anyone there, or out in public. Like, I can’t even see my own family. They’re still all back East so it doesn’t really matter. I don’t really want to see them anyway.

So I’ve basically been in quarantine, alone, for like, months now. Sure it sounded great at first - I get to work from home, and I get to set my own schedule. I get everything delivered, you know, food and whatever. I don’t have to deal with any of the fuckwads out there in the world. But I’m so fucking bored. Months of this. Months, while life goes on in the outside world. The elections and all that? I just ended up celebrating here by my own fucking self.

I mean, yeah, I’m working for a good cause. But jesus, look the fuck at me now! I was always a busty girl, but I’ve gone from a double-E to an - I dunno, double-G - to whatever the hell I am now. Fucking huge is what it is.

Why? Because the dude, this doctor likes…no, loves…no, worships tits. Because women with big tits get him to do what they want, I guess. Sound familiar? That’s fucking men in general, but I need this specific one to do what I tell him to. My only interaction with the guy is, like, here and there on video conference calls, and all he sees of me is like from the waist up. So, my ass is still my plain old ass, but now my tits are like a porn star’s. And they keep getting bigger! And that’s not the worst of it! Now he’s all I freakin’ think about! I feel like a goddamn braindead lovesick bimbo mommygirlfriend sometimes and-

Gah!

I mean, I know I’m no different than other girls. Women everywhere want this sort of thing now. A shorter boyfriend, a weaker guy, a dependent husband, all vulni- or whatnot. The shorter, weaker and more dependent the better. We all want them to need us for money and safety, for warmth and nutrition. For everything. It’s just fucking sexy. We’d love to be able - if we could - to pick them up like children, like infants, hold them in our hands or haha nnnngh stick them down our dresses and hide them in our tits. Honestly we all want our men to be like little embryos. If we could shove them up into our wombs, we fucking would. It’s, like, nobody’s really talking about it out in the open, but it’s normal now, to feel this way. We’re all looking for short, weak, totally and utterly dependent men.

But, fuck, this product has got me. I don’t want it to be just anyone. I want it to be HIM. I think it’s because I don’t see any other guys It’s imprinted him on me. And since my pheromones can’t get to him he doesn’t feel the same He’s like enamored/suckled onto this Melissa person and it fucking burns my hooch to think about. Jealousy is not a good color on me, well on anyone I realize, but I can’t fucking help it I want him to nnnnnnngh fucking shrink for me so I can shove him into my tits, up my cunt, into my bra. I want to make him just stick to me and I’ll fucknig absorbbbb him ahhhhhggg

fuck.

Get your shit together, Gianna. You’ve got a job to do. Back to work…

…but just imagine.

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Want to know how the ‘Product' got past the FDA? Read 'Seeking Approval', available on my Patreon.

And thank you thank you RiF for the pro-bono editorial work on this one.

#growing into the job

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tytangfei · 15 days

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now that In Blossom is over...

i'm going to briefly compare ju jingyi's version of yang caiwei versus zheng hehuizi's version (the first actress) to answer the question of 'is ju jingyi's verson in character according to what we know of yang caiwei in the first two episodes and in childhood flashbacks?'

why? because a lot of people have a reluctance to start this drama due to ju jingyi. i get it, she's not everyone's cup of tea. also, she has a harder task in this drama as the actress that plays the second version of female lead, and many think that she didn't step it up.

but i wanted to throw my thoughts out there in case anyone was willing to give her/the drama a chance. does ju jingyi's version feel in character, and thus, tolerable?

yeah, mostly.

zheng hehuizi's version is just, mature, and sensible. but we know from flashbacks that she wasn't just serious all the time; with her friends, she was cheerful and bright. even at the little kids who bullied her in episode 1, she played a prank on them--showcasing a silly sense of humor and ability to shrug off judgements after years of discrimination. the main reason why she was serious in the first two eps was because she was trying to push pan yue away. (and also she was worried about her sick master.)

ju jingyi's version also was pretty much the same. she was just, smart, and wary of pan yue (rightly so). the reason why she acted extra super cheerful was because she was trying to show to pan yue that she, shangguan zhi, had changed. by doing this, she was hoping to draw his eyes away from her so she could investigate. that's why i accepted the fact that ju jingyi's version could be almost too much with the quirky acts; it was initially for a good reason. once she believed in pan yue, her character wasn't so quirky anymore, because she didn't need to be over-the-top about everything. once the quirkyness disappeared, she felt more attuned to the first version we saw.

so, in terms of whether it's in character and coherent, i would say yeah, it feels enough. it's not perfect, but it's just enough to get through (though the last parts of the drama didn't give much to her character...i say more on this near the end.)

the reality is we really didn't get to see much of zheng hehuizi's version so we really don't have that much as a frame of reference. in fact, we barely get flashbacks to when yang caiwei struggled after her parents died, and her learning coroner skills from her master. because of this, i'm forced by the story to just accept that ju jingyi's version is accurate/correct.

which isn't all bad. ju jingyi's version have several shining moments. (one of my fav scenes of her is when she's drunk and confesses she's not "shangguan zhi" but pan yue doesn't believe her, so she stares at pan yue achingly with these wide regretful sad eyes. we know her conflict, we know why she can't tell him the truth yet! it's heartbreaking.)

but what i've noticed, especially toward the end of the drama, is that ju jingyi's version actually doesn't get that much time to show her character's interiority. we don't get to see her, just by herself, thinking and feeling. the most obvious example of this is when she's in jail! and has been tortured!! and we see NOTHING except she's leaning against the wall and ignoring the food and jail guards. no thoughts, no words about her situation or reminiscing about her family or her master or concerns about her friends or pan yue??? she might die, does she not feel regretful that she hasn't brought justice to her family???? she just silently endures. that might be a testament to her strength of character, but as a viewer, i'm scratching my head. i'm not that compelled by her just sitting there. i need her to say or do something.

now, with the drama all wrapped up, i can definitely say that pan yue has so much more growth and growing than yang caiwei. even his relationship with his father gets a little redemption arc. pan yue becomes the biggest main character. yang caiwei, on the other hand, kind of stops growing once she and pan yue gets together.

whether it's by writing or her own acting or editing, yang caiwei ultimately is an underutilized character. we could've seen more of her character's growth to perhaps appreciate ju jingyi's version more. but we didn't get that, for better or for worse. i liked both versions of yang caiwei in the end. just wanted a bit more for her.

#in blossom #shangguan zhi #yang caiwei #ju jingyi #zheng hehuizi #not sure if this made any sense but like it's writing it's editing it's acting #it's all these things combined to make her version decent but not perfect...#jina watches cdramas

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could you do an yandere alphabet with zack foster? thanks <3

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! I actually finished both the manga, the game, and the anime not too long ago, so I hope I do a good job here! Zack is one of my favorite anime characters so I hope I do him justice or else this will be embarrassing 😅 And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you and enjoy! ❤

Issac "Zack" Foster -> Yandere Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Zack has never felt the urge to show affection to anyone, nor did he ever receive it. The subject is foreign to him so he never even thought about it, that is until he met you. Surprisingly affection from Zack is delicate at first, viewing you as some fragile object that he can easily break, making him gentle with you at first. As your relationship grows he will become more desperate and intense, no longer holding you as gently as before. He'll press you hard against his chest as he entangles you in his limbs, hiding you away from the world, enjoying having you all to himself.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Is that even a question nobody knows the answer to? He obviously will, before he met you he was always bloody, and during a relationship with you he will continue to get messy if he wants/needs to. Especially now that Zack has you he might even seek it out more, wanting to eliminate the competition immediately.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Maybe, the most Zack will do is whine about you being too loud for him and to "shut up". However, the more you keep your act up the more irritated he gets and besides raising his voice at you he might start mocking you just to enforce the point that if you don't settle down, things will only get worse.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Depends. If it's NSFW stuff, then that's a no. Everything else is essentially fair game though. Zack's gonna force you to do a lot of things if it's for the sake of your health even if you don't want to out of rebellion. You will be forced to eat, wash, clothe yourself, etc. Zack doesn't want you dying on him, so you ain't getting out of this one unwillingly. The same can be said with affection, there is no way you're strong enough to push him away so if Zack wants to hold you or kiss you, he will. Doesn't matter how hard you manage to fight back, you're his and he will eventually get his way.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Never, Zack won't dare to show you even a lick of weakness to you. Maybe while he's sleeping you'll catch him mumbling about something in his past, but that's all you're gonna get because you'll never hear or witness being vulnerable willingly.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd find it slightly amusing at first, before quickly changing his mind seeing that you're being serious and telling you to knock it off. Even though Zack is a big strong guy, he would never use his strength to hurt you. Instead, if you continue to dismiss his orders he'll either lock you somewhere to come down and keep you there until you do or physically hold you down or against something until your tantrum is over, all the while telling you to calm down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No. Zack only plays games with his victims, but you're not prey to him, you are much more than that. Nothing makes Zack angrier than you getting away from him, he'll instantly go berserk, destroying everything in his path just to get you back, and he won't stop until that happens. Once he has you back he'd lock you up somewhere for as long as it takes him to calm down, which we all know will take hours if not days for Zack to do so. Making you rethink each time if escape is really worth it cause even after calming down he'll be harsher to you than usual, and that won't be fun either. Though that will pass with time too.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Witnessing him slaughter people. Zack doesn't really care if you see him commit the crime or not, he doesn't think it's that big of a deal, at least for him. Zack would be so confused upon witnessing your horror over the situation, he doesn't get it and then is massively insensitive about it, making you even more terrified of him and his lack of human compassion and morality.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Definitely not marriage or kids, because let's face it, with him being a killer and his immaturity, none of those things are logically happening, he won't even consider them. All Zack wants is to just have you with him by his side forever, that's all he needs.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Indeed he does. When Zack is jealous he lashes out at the person who made him feel this way. You're his and he won't let anybody take you away from him. Zack somehow becomes even more angry and violent when jealous, how dare someone try to take you away from him he will make sure their death will be as painful as possible. Once he is done with his tantrum, Zack will act cold but possessive with you. He'd barely speak to you and only curse under his breath as he holds you in any way possible, reminding himself and you about who you actually belong to.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Honestly, Zack would act as his normal usual self around you. The only difference is his lack of urge to harm you in any way, instead wanting to keep you safe and sheltered from the world. There's also his overprotectiveness of you, you come first in any situation so Zack will go overboard for you every time just to keep you safe. You can argue he'd be the same as with Rachel, the difference being that anything involving you is taken by Zack 100% even more seriously. Heck, he'd even try his hand at being nicer and gentler with you because of how much you matter to him. Other than everything that involves you, he's still the same old Zack.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Zack doesn't even think of a plan about how to approach you, he'd approach you like any other victim of his, but with the lack of trying to kill you of course. Even if you try to run Zack will catch up and try one last time to be "nice" and "patient" with you, wanting you to come with him willingly as that would be easier for him. If you still refuse, understandably so, Zack will either knock you out or forcefully drag you to his hiding spot/where he lives and no amount of screaming or protesting will get you out of this one.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not at all. Like I said before, outside of a few differences, especially with the ones involving you, Zack acts exactly the same. He's just more gentler and caring towards you compared to other people. But like I said, there's barely any difference between his normal self and his yandere self.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

The only punishment you'd ever get is isolation or more rights being taken away. Zack would never physically harm you, so he'd use other methods to reinforce the point that you are punished. As mentioned before, Zack will lock you away inside an empty room for as long as it takes for him to calm down or feel like you've learned your lesson. When it comes to rights, Zack will just limit the amount of freedom you had before or will take stuff away from you for a period of time that keeps you entertained. He'd discipline you as if you were a child, and even though that may feel dehumanizing, it's not Zack's outright intent to make you feel that way. It's just his only way of punishing you without actually laying his hands/weapon on you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Only the ones that personally threaten, Zack. For example, never go anywhere without him near you. No weapons near you are allowed, for your safety and his. The only human contact as well as interaction is with him only, nobody is allowed to be as close to you as he is, the only exception is Rachel. Basically, the only rights that are taken away from you or are at least limited are the ones where you would have a chance of escaping or hurting Zack, other than that Zack doesn't care how you spend your time. As long as you aren't going against his rules he's fine.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Zack is not a patient person, at all, I think we all know that. That being said, when it comes to you he tries his best to be more patient. Sure at some point he will snap and throw a little tantrum, but he'll be far more careful about it than with anyone else, always keeping in mind not to accidentally hurt you. He'd try to be gentle with his yelling at you, trying not to be as harsh as he usually would be with everyone else, but even that's hard for him. Only for you does he try to be somewhat nicer even when he's being mean.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Not sure, it depends on the scenario. If you somehow escaped him then be prepared to be forever on the run cause he is coming. You have been claimed by Zack as his and that means no matter where you go he's right behind you. Zack would never give up in trying to find you, he'd destroy everything and everyone in his path if he had to, anything to have you by his side again. But if you die, Zack would completely shut himself out emotionally, he'd be a sad shell of his former self. Forever angry and miserable, he would not be able to move on from that, only becoming even worse and more violent of a killer, wanting the world to feel his anger by slaughtering people because that's all Zack would have left. He'd add couples to his list of people he would kill, the sight of happy couples too much for him to handle after losing you. After all, if he can't have you, then nobody else can have that form of happiness that was taken away from him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Nope! Guilt and Zack? Never! There is no guilt or even a thought of ever letting you go in his head, ever. It's not like Zack thinks he's justified or that he's doing the right thing, but there's no way in hell that will stop him from having you if that's what he wants. As far as Zack's concerned your place belongs with him and that alone is enough for him to not think twice about taking you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity is definitely a part of it. At first, you were supposed to be another one of his victims, but as he stalked you, observed your actions, and got to see your personality and how attractive you were. Zack didn't even mind your smile, heck, you could even say he liked it! It all frustrated him so much, that he could not understand this feeling! The longer he followed you the less he found himself wanting to kill you, but to keep you. So every day he would find you by chance just to watch you, to understand why you gave him this annoying sting in his chest. Zack was so scared and angry for feeling this way for you at first, it made him feel so weak. All he could think about was having you, and that's what ultimately pushed him into making you his whether you wanted to or not.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Seeing and hearing you so vulnerable gives Zack an unwanted sting in his chest. He feels both irritated and worried, just wanting you to stop and calm down. At first, Zack would ignore you, thinking you'll get it out of your system without his help, but the longer you go on the more he feels does annoying emotions. He'd finally snap and tell you to stop, his tone and words harsh but his actions the absolute opposite, gentle and sweet. Pulling you into his arms as he continues to tell you to shut it as he pats your head and runs his other arm up and down your back, in an attempt to soothe you. He'll stay like that with you as long as it takes for you to calm down, absolutely giving you mixed signals unintentionally with his opposite intentions of helping you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Zack will still happily kill people even if they're not in his way in regards to you. Whereas most other yandere's kill out of necessity for their darling, Zack doesn't need that type of excuse and just kills whenever he pleases, even if it doesn't involve you in the slightest.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His immense anger. When Zack enters his temper tantrum, he always makes sure not to be in your vicinity to not accidentally hurt you. You can use that time to escape, but like I said before, Zack will eventually catch on that you're gone and will immediately run after you. No matter how far or long you run, he will always catch up to you and bring you back.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not on purpose. Zack would never hurt you physically, but even though he never intends to hurt you emotionally, he does it sometimes without even realizing it. He may raise his voice at you and use harsh words a lot, this man has no filter and is still learning what isn't offensive or is sensitive for you so he may make you cry or angry sometimes without meaning to.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

I don't think there would be any worship in the relationship. He's not that obsessed with you to actually worship you. Zack loves you on a yandere level, sure, but he won't kiss the ground you walk on, he'd just treat you with more care than a normal person, is all.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

As established before, Zack is not a patient man by any means and will at most take him a few days to a week before he snaps and just takes you. The fact he just doesn't take you immediately says something because it means he wanted to study you first to understand this strange feeling you make him feel. Wanting to figure out first if it's just him wanting to kill you, or a new unknown feeling entirely.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not on purpose. Zack would never intend to actually do that, but I can see that happening, depending on how well your mental health will handle the situation of being, loved by an obsessive killer that kills on the regular while having him and maybe Rachel as the only human contact you can get with a poor living situation. So it depends on the person, but I feel like most people would not be able to handle something like this after a while if not immediately, and break.

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