#occasionally i forgot that i even posted that thing

[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) the word daddy is thrown into this once* mentions of pregnancy, love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 28 - ‘You’re Mine’

Dianne and you sat in her kitchen while she explained something she had seen on Instagram the other day. You smiled and nodded. All the time that you spent with Dianne made you miss your own mum a lot. You'd always end up calling her after you left her house on your way back home.

“When does he come back?” Your mum’s voice echoed through the car's speaker as you drove to your house. Your eyes fixed on the road as you rounded a windy corner before your neighborhood.

“Thursday, so that’ll be nice to have him home.” You cooed dreaming of Trent’s return. He was coming back from preseason in the next few days and you had found yourself glued to the rest of his family, missing him just wanting to be around the familiarity. Being in your house without him always was a little lonely so being at Dianne’s was nice to hear the accents, see photos of him as a little boy, have their dogs be with yours, eat dinners with family, those types of things. It also made Trent feel better you weren’t by yourself and happy that you got along with them so well.

“Have you spoken to your dad? He’s trying to plan a trip over but didn’t want to bother you.” You mum spoke cautiously. Her hesitancy baffled you. What did she mean spoken to dad? You always talked to him.

“He doesn’t bother me ever?” You said confused and a little saddened by the statement. Sometimes being away from your family hurt your heart. You couldn’t always feel the emotion the same or understand the sentiment of words over texts and calls. It upset you that the distance could possibly strain your relationships. You tried to visit one another as often as you could but it wasn’t all that frequent.

“Just give him a call. I don’t think he wanted you to feel like you needed to involve Trent.” You started to laugh at your mum's discretion. It was so ridiculous but then again sometimes you forgot you lived with Trent, the person when a lot of people, even those closest to you, would always see him as Trent, the footballer. You ended the call with her before pulling in your drive. You scrolled on your phone multitasking as you trotted back into your house seeing a video Liverpool had posted on instagram of your pretty footballer. Okay, to be fair, sometimes you had a hard time remembering he was even a real person, he was so gorgeous. A video of him in training dripping, glistening in sweat under the sun had you feeling the heat in a different type of way. You cheekily reshared the post to your Instagram story with a text overlay ‘girl dinner 🤤’ Almost immediately responses to your story flooded in, screenshots reshared of the post.

‘Literally is one of us’

‘No, girl cause same 😭’

‘The fact that even she feels this way about him’

‘Girl dinner fr’

‘Don’t be shy, share some more pics of your dinner at home’

The comments made you laugh and simultaneously miss him just a little bit more. As Thursday night rolled around you were dozing in and out of sleep tucked in your big bed anxiously awaiting your man. Pillows tossed around cuddled up in a t-shirt of his that had scrunched up putting your whole body on display. Your legs tangled in the blankets. You laid holding your phone over your face as the blue light illuminated your features. You scrolled and scrolled on TikTok until you got the ad to take a break. You ignored it and continued in your doom until a faint smile appeared on your face. Your cheeks warmed as a familiar face showed on the screen again. A deep dimple dug into his cheek while he flashed a big childish grin. The man you loved was laughing in a promotional video for the club with Andy. You’d never felt more envious of his teammates. To be in the same room as that laugh. The warm echo coming from your phone made your heartbeat a little harder, ache a little more, yearn terribly for him. You shamelessly clicked on the hashtag of his name and combed through edits of him. You must’ve watched one particular sexy yet cute video of him on loop for 15 minutes plus. You shut your eyes just trying to remember the way his brown ones glimmered in the video. That was maybe a benefit of Trent’s fame, you got to watch edits of him. It was a little treat to always be able to see him. Sure, everyone else got to share the view but it made you giddy knowing the boy in that video was going to be coming home just to you soon. You tossed and turned anxious for Trent to return. He said he was coming home tonight but you didn’t press for the exact time so when you crawled into bed around 23:00 you were desperate for him to be there next to you but as your eyes got heavier and heavier your body’s need for sleep overtook your desire to be awake for when he arrived. You hugged his pillow that his scent had faded from. It wasn’t like he left you, you just missed him and that you did an awful lot. You missed him so much. You fell asleep on your stomach, your knee raised and pulled up to your side, your arms still hugging his pillow. You were out cold fast asleep when the door to your room opened quietly. A little stream of light seeped into your room and cast over your frame. You didn’t budge but when you felt the most perfect pair of lips in the world press onto your smooth hot skin you shivered. Trent nudged his nose against your back. Pressing his cheek against you. Nuzzling his face into you. He hummed, running his cool hands over you. Pressing kisses all over your back as he pushed your shirt up further leaving your skin glistening with his spit. Your whole body lit up tingling under him.

“I’m home, baby.” He whispered behind your ear with another sensual kiss. The words ignited a fire inside you. You didn’t know if waking up to his touch was going to make you cry or orgasm. Jesus, his hands felt good. You hummed as his whole body pressed into yours including his hardening cock. “Missed you so much, beautiful.” He kept kissing your bare back. It was a thing you’d kind of landed on by accident but when Trent came home you wanted him to fuck you right away, to wake you up even if you were asleep. That’s just how bad you missed him. Of course, if you didn’t want to you could say so but that was few and far between.

“T…” you whined attempting to turn but his body weight on you wouldn’t let you. You reached behind you gripping his shirt tight in your fist. “Baby” you gasped out. You felt the most blissful form of helplessness underneath his heavy weight. The surge of warmth from his body radiated against you. He leaned away from you for a moment to pull his shirt over his head. His chest came pressing against your bare skin under the blankets.

“C’mere.” He whispered pulling you impossibly closer to him. You moaned and arched your spine. Your ass pressing into him, his hands sliding under you to cup your boobs. “Your T’s back, yeah? Get this off for me.” He kept his lips so close to your skin. The warmth of his breathe on you as he spoke had you quivering, letting him manipulate your body to peel the t-shirt off you. You cocked your head to the side as he kissed the side of your lips moving into a messy desperate kiss. He kissed you softly at first and then gradually it intensified as you clung to him as your mind dizzied. He stayed laying directly on top of you pressing you into the mattress grinding his cock down on you. “Stay just like this f’me” he whispered again pulling your panties off. His hand slipped between the lips of your pussy. You were soaked just from the makeout alone. He teasingly played with your clit. He was rock hard as his tip nudged your wet pussy.

“T... please” you begged for him to be inside of you as pushed back into him. He lined his cock up with your entrance before rolling his hips to slowly slide himself in deeper and deeper. Letting out a quiet sleepy moan. “Such a good girl” he cooed. Trent began moving in and out, taking his time with you, letting you adjust to his size, his hands caressing your naked body. You bit the pillow case to try to muffle your moans. “Want to hear you, beautiful. Missed you so much” as he pulled your face gently off it tilting it to the side.

“I missed you so much, baby.” You whined feeling him hit deeper and deeper. Your arms clutched onto the sheets beneath you as your cheek pressed further into the bedding. You kept pushing your ass against him wanting more. The sound of your soaked pussy and his languid but hard thrusts filling the room.

“You’re so wet, baby. Who made you this wet? Huh?” Trent asked greedily, wanting to hear you say his name. As you softly cried out his name again and again his cock began to hit that one spot so deep inside you only he knew repeatedly.

“Holy sh-shit I’m gonna cum, baby. Please please let me cum.” You begged, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching unable to slow it. He slipped his fingers nimbly under you and worked them in tight circles around your throbbing clit. “T.. fuck! Oh my god, oh my god.” You cried out as your high rippled through you. Your thighs quivering uncontrollably under his weight.

“Good girl. Doing so well, baby.” Trent said with a smile pulling across his face having to bite his lip just from the sight of seeing you cum underneath him as his cock continued to pump in and out of you. His fingers stayed playing with your clit for a little as you trembled, starting to overstimulate you. You whined as your heaving chest pressed further into the mattress.

“Baby, please cum inside me. I need you.” You moaned feeling the overstimulation turn into another bout of pleasure that was consuming all your thoughts, your brain turning to mush as he continued to fuck you. You needed him to fill you up. You loved Trent having control of you, letting him fuck you into the mattress like this.

“I got you, baby. Cum for me one more time. Cum with me, yeah?” He whispered in your ear. Your pussy dripped around him. You bit your lip, looking at him with desperate doe eyes. Trent could feel the veins running along his cock throbbing. He worked his hips faster, harsher. Both of your pleasure building higher and higher.

“T… oh my god, please fill me up.” You whined between ragged breaths from his thrusts. He grunted at the thought of you carrying his child. He bit down onto your shoulder, his pace growing sloppy.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Be a good girl for me. Fuck!” Your muscles tensed and your eyes rolled into the back of your head before you felt his warm cum start to seep into you. Your own orgasm crashing over you. “Take all of my cum in this pussy, yeah baby?” He thrusted a few more times before he began to still while his pulsating cock still dribbled into you, your pussy fluttered as you panted beneath him. He softly stroked your hair and gently kissed your temple. “I love you, baby. Did so good f’me.” You smiled breathlessly as he began to coat your glistening frame with the same gentle kisses that started this. He kissed you in a way that you could feel just how much he adored you with each one. He loved you more than he could ever articulate with words but you could always feel it in the silences. He got off the bed and then cleaned you up before he tucked you neatly back in his arms.

“I’m so happy you’re home, baby.” You cooed quietly as your eyes fluttered closed. He held you close to his chest pressing kisses onto your hair.

“I’m happy I’m home too, beautiful. Love you so much.” He whispered as he could feel your breathing start to slow, your head heavier on him. “Get a good sleep, baby.” He whispered again with one final kiss before closing his eyes.

You rustled under the covers waking up to a pretty sleepy brown skinned boy on your chest. Your dainty manicured nails scratched at his scalp. He nuzzled further into you. You giggled a little at his clinginess and dragged your nail over his cheek bone down his jaw before you squeezed the muscle in between his neck and shoulder. You pressed your lips to his forehead, then slowly peeled them off his skin. His arms wrapped tighter around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. He started to place light kisses all over your bare stomach.

“Morning, pretty boy.” You whispered, returning your nails to gently scratch the back of his neck. He hummed. Trent’s eyes fluttered open and a sleepy smile pulled on his lips. He looked up at you with heavy eyelids.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart.” His morning voice was rough and the syllables dripped out of his mouth. Your cheeks brightened hearing and seeing him back in your bed. He sat up a little resting his body weight on his forearms next to your body. His chin coming to rest on your collarbone. He turned his head to the side to get a better look at the features of your face. A crease from your pillow indented into your smooth skin, your lips pout and puffy. His eyes squinted nuzzling his face into your neck placing a soft kiss against your skin pushing the warm metal of your necklace against you. He pulled away and smiled again. His fingers wrapped under the chain of your necklace gently and looked into your eyes “Did you know you’re the most beautiful girl in the world?” He cooed watching you go shy under his gaze.

“Stop…” you rolled your eyes embarrassed hearing his compliment leaning back onto your headboard. You sheepishly smiled before you kissed the top of his head coming to grab your phone from the nightstand. You looked at the time and sighed. You just showed the screen in silence to Trent letting him know you two had slept late into the morning, it really was almost the afternoon.

“Don’t care.” He murmured laying his body weight back on top of you as he started sucking on your skin leaving love bites working his way down your chest. You finagled your hands to reach under his arms. You pulled him up off you with a giggle and a shake of the head.

“We have to get up!” You yelped muddied in a laugh as he dramatically rolled off you groaning. He laid on his back staring at the ceiling in desperation.

“Babbbyyy…” he whined. “It’s been weeks, c’mon, please, I need you.” He begged despite having sex a few hours ago. You looked at him with raised eyebrows amused.

“It was your job not mine!” You teased with a smug grin playfully slapping at him. Him being away from you wasn’t exactly his fault but it wasn’t yours either. You sat up some more and started to get off the bed. Your legs dangled off the edge as you stretched looking around for the clothes he had peeled off you last night. Trent grabbed your phone off the bed to look at the time again and swiped up unlocking it. He navigated around to see what you’d been up to since he left. Making his way to your camera roll, he scrolled through your recent pictures.

“Didn’t send this to me…” he mumbled and huffed while he rolled his eyes looking at a mirror pic you took to send to Lauren of your outfit one day. You had asked if it was too slutty, she said no, you landed on yes so you changed hence why Trent wouldn’t have seen it. You just smiled at his feigned annoyance and stood up, walking away from him. He opened your TikTok that was still on the liked video edit of him. The smug look that came over this boy's face was ridiculous. He laughed to himself and rolled over on his stomach kicking his feet like a little girl giddy, pretty happy scrolling through comments.

‘Daddy’

‘He’s so fine’

‘Obsessed with him’

“What?” You asked him unaware as you listened to him giggle. You turned around to see his eyes practically closed; they were squinted so much from his big smile. He turned the phone around for you to see the video playing cutting to different angles of himself.

“What’s this? Hmm?” He laughed with a load of self satisfaction you couldn’t even make up. You walked over to him and snatched the phone clicking off the power button.

“Oh stop! Get over yourself!” You yelped, unable to hide your own laughter. “Also! It’s not like you’ve never watched an edit of yourself. You love it” you poked fun at him trying to deflect. “That’s embarrassing you watching that.” You teased.

“Nah, I’m not the one liking the videos thirsting over me.” He cooed standing up and walking towards you. You rolled your eyes still trying to tame the big smile on your face from being ‘caught.’

“Well they don’t make edits of me for you to like do they?” You rebutted as he got closer to you despite you trying to take steps further away with a childish grin.

“They should” he cooed, keeping his distance as he gave you a sly smile. You could feel the tension rise in the room. The air going thick.

“They should…” you giggled, sarcastically agreeing but flattered with his comment. Your cheeks burning, beginning to hurt from your smile. He always was quick with his words that managed to make your legs feel like jello in an instant.

“C’mere.” Trent lunged at you and you squealed as his big arms wrapped around you, swinging you around. He had you in his hold within milliseconds and you were unable to escape. “You fangirling over me? Hmm?” Trent teased biting on your neck playfully, still manhandling your body in his arms. “Tell me baby… do you have a little crush on me? Think I’m fit?” he laughed as you squirmed, particularly entertained with his findings.

“Yes, T, you’re very very pretty. We get it.” You giggled rolling your eyes ignoring his ego finally breaking out of his grasp. Truthfully, he let you go, he was much too strong for you to manage that on your own. After you ‘escaped’ from him he grabbed your waist quick to pull you back in for a real kiss. You spent the day together and you were just so happy to have him physically home instead of sitting on a FaceTime with him as you cooked your dinner alone. It was much better to feel his hands on you then have him tell you about them. The TikToks were great but the IRL version of Trent was just perfect.

The season had kicked off without a hitch and somehow it was already rapidly approaching the middle of it as you stood in your wardrobe eyes wide. Your summer of warm weather and talk about babies with Trent was long gone. You dragged your hand over the racks of clothing trying to figure out what to wear to Trent’s match tonight. Previously you had been thinking of all the ways you’d have to be hiding a bump at this point but that wasn’t the case. The tiny waist of your pants zipped up perfectly still. Due to the frequency of your appearances at games you felt like you were running out of outfit ideas. It was like doing a weird rubik's cube trying to find new possibilities and variations of match day looks. Trent wasn't around as much. He was heads down, focused, you understood that and you supported him best you could. What was unbelievable to you though was how despite living together in the same house there were weeks like this one where you barely saw him. Christmas was around the corner and you had decided to stay in Liverpool this year, mostly for Trent’s busy schedule but also because you had gone to the US last year. It stressed you out it was getting closer but for the moment your stress was funneled into trying to decide if you wanted to wear heels or sneakers. You ended up wearing a pair of jordans with a black bodysuit that hugged you tight and a pair of cargo pants. You paired a black Prada puffer coat and a Chanel flap bag with the fit. It was simple but sometimes it just felt better to play it low key. You weren’t having to hide a baby bump but you didn't mind hiding yourself all together from people potentially staring at you. Walking around in an Alexander-Arnold jersey at a match sometimes had the effect like wearing a target on your back.

You sat in the box nestled between Marcel and Dianne. It was cold and you could feel your nose run a little as rain poured down on the pitch. Dianne put her hand on your thigh and squeezed your leg as you all anxiously watched Trent walk over to take a corner kick. You followed his methodical movements. In a bizarre way he was incredibly graceful. For someone who was so rough and strong he seemed to move so smoothly and it always impressed you. It impressed you but it didn’t surprise you considering what he was like in bed and how his hands moved on you but you were trying not to let your thoughts go in that direction as you sat next to his mum watching him. You would never tell him how graceful you thought he was though because you’d likely never hear the end of a rant about his technique or the technical side of football, the beauty of the game, whatever it was… he would just end up yapping away. You’d save the comment for a time where he was wired and you were too tired to talk.

Another game and another assist came and went for Trent as you sat in the box listening to his brother talk to you similarly to how Trent would, overly animated, fast, eager to keep your attention. Time went by quickly with Marcel in your ear. You loved him like a brother and just the same he annoyed you like one too. Trent finally appeared in the box moving sluggishly in his tracksuit. You just wanted to run up and hug him, squish him, he looked so cozy. You restrained yourself and let him say hello to everyone; family, friends, niceties to people he didn’t know, making his way through the room. He spotted you waiting patiently leaning your head on Marcel’s shoulder. His face lit up. He winked at you before finishing a conversation he was currently in with a person from the club. When he finished he strided over to you with the same grace and swagger he carried on the pitch. He dapped up Marcel and then stared at you waiting for you to move. He licked his lips and flashed you a smile. You stood up and stepped into his warm embrace silently understanding what he wanted. You kissed under his chin as he squished you against his chest.

“Now thisss is who I’ve been waiting to see” he cooed, kissing the top of your head. Your heart warmed and faltered a little every time he was so open in front of other people about his feelings. “Ready to go home, pretty girl?” He cooed, releasing you from his tight hold but keeping you close to him, his hand lingering on your ass as you tried to subtly swat it away as you stood still talking with his family. You threw him a quick glare. He just looked at you with a big smile, unphased, not budging. He patted your ass cockily proving to you that he was going to do what he wanted when he wanted. He was in control of this relationship, at least physically… that is until you’d pout and cry and he’d cave in an instant. You both liked things that way.

The week rolled on and Trent was at an away game for the champions league versus Paris Saint Germain. You missed him just the same every time he left but it was every week and there was no use in dwelling when it was going to happen. You were on FaceTime with Trent yet again doing nothing but talking nonsense as you were in your bedroom trying on some clothes you had recently bought. You propped the phone up on the dresser for him to see both you and your reflection standing in the mirror.

“T... does this look nice?” You cooed, not looking at the phone. He smiled and chuckled before you changed your mind disregarding any answer he was going to give. You unzipped the little dress and it fell off you and pooled on the ground. Trent cleared his throat letting himself stare at your naked body. You pursed your lips looking dissatisfied with the turn out of your haul. You slipped back on the little thong you were in but had taken off for it not to show under the dress. Trent laughed some more as he felt his cheeks grow warmer. He shook his head in disbelief at your body as you innocently and naively walked back over to the phone turning him on an incredible amount by doing nothing but simply existing back at home.

“Beautiful, baby.” He watched your face light up at his compliment. You looked absolutely unreal as his eyes widened and he smirked. You stared at each other longingly, greedily missing each other but you jumped a little when suddenly your doorbell rang throughout the empty house. You flashed a look of confusion at Trent who heard the noise too. It was odd for someone to be coming to your door like this. If you did have a delivery coming, you always knew about it ahead of time so you looked at Trent again only for him to nod with a grin.

“Well go see…” he threw his head to the side gesturing to you to go open the door. He had a knowing look on your face you didn’t enjoy.

“T… what is this?” You hesitantly walked down the stairs. You cautiously approached your front door to see a delivery man patiently waiting. You put Trent down before opening it. You greeted the man and accepted the package. It was a pretty sizable brown unmarked box. Your brow furrowed as you took it inside. You picked your phone up back up off the console and placed it on the box as you carried both into the kitchen.

“What is it? Go on.” Trent's voice came from the phone reminding you he was there and when you looked down his mischievous smile stared to grow a bit bigger.

“I don’t like that you know what this is…” you paused. “You do know right?” You flashed your eyes at him for an answer. He nodded confirming he did. You mangled the tape off the exterior box unwinding excess packaging material galore before finding a big orange box. You just about felt your heart stop. “No… don’t do this.” You spoke in a shaky voice.

“You’re taking forever…” he whined. You rolled your eyes at his impatience. You opened the lid of the orange box and your jaw slacked. You took the heathered dust bag out of the box and immediately knew holding it.

“Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up” Your eyes started to welle. Trent tried to talk but you had no idea what he was saying in your state of surprise as you pulled the Hermes birkin 25 out. A hunk of leather had never felt more special in your hands. Your eyes blinked a few times in disbelief you were holding the bag.

“So…” Trent’s voice broke through your moment of utter shock. You shook your head trying to get back to the present moment. You pouted at him unsure what you ever did to deserve him and right now… a fucking birkin.

“Why did you do this, baby?” You cooed in a sappy tone. He just smiled.

“You haven’t read the card… baby, you are taking forever, seriously” He giggled as he watched you pick up the little piece of stationary.

‘Meet me in Paris xx’

“Are you serious?” You started to actually cry now. Tears rolled down your cheeks. One drop splattered onto the card diluting the blank ink of the card stock.

“Why are you crying? Just come meet me, yeah? What do you think?” He spoke a little bit softer seeing you get emotional. You sniffled and nodded your head. “Alright, good, baby. Can’t wait to see you.” Your conversation and stun continued through the night as he told you more legitimate details. Trent had got you a flight to meet him in Paris after his game to spend the night there with him. You eagerly packed absolutely delirious with excitement. You weren’t sure how to pack a birkin but you sure as hell would be finding a way to bring it with you.

There was a knock at your hotel door. You giddily jumped up from the bed and rushed over to look through the little peep hole. As expected, the beautiful boy you watched play a football match earlier this afternoon stood there. You opened the door slow with a sly smile as you leaned against the door frame before him in a slinky silk robe tied at your waist.

“Room service” He cooed cheekily and you just shook your head at his poor joke looking into his dark eyes but played along.

“Just what I ordered.” You giggled, dragging him into the room by his shirt. He stumbled following your harsh pull. He dropped a Louis Vuitton duffle bag on the floor. You heard it hit the carpet but you were totally transfixed on him, completely consumed. The way his hands felt gliding over the material of your robe covering your ass, pulling it up revealing some of your skin, sent a shiver run down your spine. “Do you have time for this?” You said quiet withholding your lips a short distance from his.

“Baby… I always have time for you.” He whispered before his lips pressed into yours. Your body electrified under his touch. You could feel something between you two was different in this hotel room. It was tense and exciting. Maybe it was the way his whisper had tickled your ear. The sensation eliciting something dangerously carnal within you. He untied your robe swiftly, slipping it off your shoulders with a ghosting touch.

His lips melted into yours. It was hot and heavy, like the kiss could bruise your lips. He breathed in your gasp as you felt his hard cock throb against you. The kiss was sloppy with teeth and spit, desperation kicking in after your time apart. You choked a little in the kiss surprised when he pushed you back to the bed. He was confusingly rough and gentle at the same time. His face came level with your core. He pulled your lace panties off slow but with vigor. His fingers made quick work between your wet folds before he spit onto your quivering pussy spreading it around your clit with his thumb. You whined as he moved kisses up your body while he slipped his fingers inside and continued to work them in and out of you. His free hand uncliped your bra.

“Take this off f’me, baby.” Your whines continued falling from your lips repeating his name in pleasure. The words were going straight to his cock that was becoming painfully hard. “I got you, cum f’me.” He whispered sucking on your neck. His fingers movements were harsh compared to his gentle words. You inhaled hard before you could even tell him you were cumming. You felt your walls pulsating around his fingers, your juices leaking down his hand some. He pulled them out slowly, both of his hands coming to knead your tits sensually as he pressed his covered hard cock onto you. You could feel the precum seeping through his thin boxers.

“Please fuck me, T. I need you inside me.” His cock twitched hearing your frenzied voice. You blinked up at Trent with doe eyed and slightly teary ones after your orgasm continued to linger. He slid off his boxers before pulling you into another steamy kiss. He rolled you over to be under you. Eagerly you began to grind your dripping pussy deliciously against his abs. The slick from you and the precum leaking from his tip smeared across your bodies.

“I need you right now.” He groaned out before pushing you back some as you lifted your hips for him. He lined his big cock up with your entrance and helped guide you down slowly. “Fuck, baby, so good” he choked out. He watched you sink down onto his length but your eyes were focused on the pleasure washing over his face. You nodded once he was all the way in for him to move. You bounced on top of him as he thrusted into you in perfect synchronized movements.

“I love you so much, baby.” You whimpered. The rhythm of your bodies was sublime. Trent's eyes glazed over seeing your tits bounce in front of him as you whined out. You hooked your arms around his neck as his big hands slid up your body coming to play with your hard nipples.

“I love you. Shit, I love you so much.” He moaned, feeling the warm pulsations as he eased in and out of you. The tender moment was juxtaposed with the filthy sounds of your bodies coming together. “My girl’s so beautiful, do you know that? Gonna get you pregnant. Gonna make you the most beautiful mummy.” He whispered, pulling you down into an intimate urgent kiss overcome with emotion. You nodded before moaning out something that had got you started on this journey in the first place.

“Uh huh, daddy” you smiled imagining making him one. It was a name you said earnestly but also a little teasingly, not hating the way you felt him fuck into you a little big harder when he heard it. His eyes shut tight as he rashly flipped you over again to be on top and began hammering into your g spot. Your back arched and your lips parted in loud cries.

“Say it again.” He grunted out. And so you did. Trent swore he could cum right there. He continued slamming into you as you wrapped your legs around him. “I love you, baby.” His words swallowed as you came in for another kiss.

“I love you.” As tears started to roll down your cheeks overwhelmed by pleasure and emotion. He continued with his harsh thrusts paired with the most gentle touches. Your body was being rocked against the mattress when he slipped his fingers into your mouth. Flustered by his pace you gaged around them, drooling, sucking desperately.

“I love you so fucking much. Such a good girl for me. Doing so good for me. Taking me so well.” He groaned watching you before he slid his fingers down to rub perfect circles on your clit.

“I’m cumming. Fuck! You feel so good. Ffuck.” You cried out as your lips parted again before his hips closed on yours again. You chanted his name overtaken by the pleasure consuming your whole body. Trent wanted to hear the sounds you were making forever on repeat. The knot in your stomach tightened before it snapped as more tears fell. You clenched tighter around his throbbing cock. He took his fingers off your clit to wipe away your tears sweetly then kissed onto your neck lovingly.

“Baby, I need to cum in this pretty pussy. Need to fill you up. Need you. Gonna.. shit! Gonna cum. Gonna get you pregnant.” He grunted out. His cock twitching deep inside you seconds before he came painting your insides, filling you up as promised. You continued moaning as you rode him through his orgasm. His movements stilled and he laid on top of you stuck to your body. He stayed inside for sometime before he pulled out. His fingers coming to gently push his leaking cum back inside you gently. You whined at the feeling. He came to lay next to you and pulled you onto him.

“Please love me forever.” You pathetically begged deliriously. Between the physical exhaustion and the mental reverie you were in you could barely stay awake. He held you close to him as your body relaxed against his.

“I’ll love you forever, Y/N.” He whispered with a smirk almost out of breath, panting, placing a kiss behind your ear. Trent stared at you falling asleep on him, your bare back, the dim light in the room illuminating your raised spine as his fingers traced down it. Your cheek squished by your own weight on one side of his chest…Your pale pink manicured hand sprayed across the other side. He stroked over your bare ring finger. He felt his heart beat a little faster. “Gonna give you everything you deserve, baby.” He whispered. Your eyes fluttering open again. You glanced up at him, gliding your hand on him down his soft skin. You had never felt more at peace or more in love with him. You laid tucked in Trent’s arms as your heartbeats synced. His hands caressing your skin with his big hands. He nestled his face in the nape of your neck.

“I really want this…” you cooed quiet. Your voice sounded perfect at that moment but his heart broke a little remembering sitting on the couch with you months ago after the doctor left. He knew immediately what you were talking about.

“C’mere” he turned you around to lay your back against his chest. His arms wrapped around your entire frame as he squeezed you tight. “We’re gonna make you a mummy, promise.” He spoke equally as quiet into the shell of your ear. His stubble against you made you shiver into him. Just hearing the word ‘mummy’ sent your emotions over the edge. Thank god he turned you to face the other way. Your eyes filled with tears although you didn’t make a sound. You wanted to be a mummy for him so bad. To give him what he wanted. You nuzzled your head back into the space between his shoulder and his neck. Your hands dragged over his arms across you before one reached behind you and glided over his cheek, the other squeezing his thigh beside you. You smiled unprompted imagining the chaos your house would unfold into with a baby involved. Pulling a little 66 jersey over a curly head of hair on match day. Cuddling on the couch with a third tiny human. Him in the back garden running about with a toddler and a ball. It all just worked. It made perfect sense in your mind that your perfect man would be the perfect dad.

“We'll do it, baby.” You giggled thinking about Trent as a dad.

“Yeah? Glad you’re on my team now. I know we will too.” He pecked your cheek. His hands spread over your stomach. “You want food, pretty girl? I’m starving.” Your mind went blank for a moment. You forgot you were in a hotel, you forgot you were in Paris for god sake. In the best way possible, Trent had the ability to steal you entirely from reality. Your world revolved around him and those glimmering eyes and that cheeky smile. You sat on his lap at a table in the room. Thinking about it as you sat unnecessarily on him you two probably were a little nauseating with affection but you just wanted to be closer to him. You both ate far too much food but to be fair you worked up quite an appetite.

“We’ll just take it in stride, alright? Try not to stress about this.” He cooed veering into a conversation about the logistics of your pregnancy situation. Trent didn’t want you to feel like the second he was off the pitch you had to fuck to get pregnant. He wanted you to want him to make love to you. To keep the emotions in the sex not fall into the monotony of the act. You appreciated that he cared and understood neither of you wanted it to ever become transactional. You fell to sleep after having the real room service, a shower, and another sleepier fuck, refusing to leave the room clinging to him and the moment alone you were finally getting to have after spending too much time apart lately.

You woke up in the morning cuddled so close to him you could barely breathe, the heat between you two was making you both slightly sticky and yet you loved every second of it. You sleepily kissed up his jawline and back down again. He grumbled still asleep. He looked like an angel. Trent couldn’t find the strength to wake up. He was absolutely gassed from his match and your night. He was glued to your body. The alarms of your phones were going off but both of you were just reveling in being in each other's company too much to even try to get up. You continually hit ‘snooze’ on your phones every time they rang out. He started to groggily wake and pulled you into a tight embrace. You cuddled in a more intentional manner than a sleepy one now. Nothing else mattered than you two in this bed. Trent didn’t feel like he had just played a match in one of the largest competitions in all of football. He felt like he was just yours right now and that’s all he wanted to be for the moment as he felt your heartbeat under your warm skin.

“I’m exhausted…” you cooed stroking over his hair. Leaning your head further onto him, plagued by sleep.

“Yeah? What’d you get up to last night?” He cheekily said with a shit eating grin. Trent’s tiredness slipped away for a moment as he fell into a smug laugh.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re very funny, T, but yes I am exhausted from last night. I’m pretty sure I fell just a little more in love with you, think it took a lot out of me.” You pinched your thumb and pointer finger together showing a small amount of space as you giggled

“Aw baby, that was sweet. I probably did a little too if that’s even possible at this point but I was just thinking it was probably from how well I fucked you last night.” He chuckled to himself. You could feel his chest vibrate from the noise. Both of your faces pulled into big, big smiles. You tapped at his arm around you playfully.

“You're such a boy!” You squeaked. “That could’ve been a nice moment but nooo.” You giggled feigning an annoyance you didn’t feel. He squeezed you a little tighter before pressing a kiss onto your lips and giving you a half assed ‘I’m sorry’” you laid in the fluffy luxurious hotel bedding for what felt like ages just exchanging kisses and mushy feelings in between comfortable silences as he played with your fingers before finally speaking again.

“We have to get going, sweetheart.” He attempted to sit up some but you just clung to him tighter.

“Are you sure you couldn’t just transfer to PSG?” You teased getting more comfortable in the bed. “We could live right here. This could be our bed. We could learn French.” Your words were muddied in giggles from the silly joke you were making. As you spoke you just snuggled further into his embrace.

“Yeah… okay baby” he yessed your plan with a faint laugh. You obviously weren’t serious, he knew that, you just were so comfortable in the moment that you didn’t want to leave the cozy place you were currently in.

“I like it right here” you whined a little, throwing puppy eyes at him. You liked holding onto him. He was so sweet to even make last night possible you didn’t want to have to make the move to end it. You rubbed your hands over his warm skin. Your hands sliding up his neck before reaching his chin to scratch at his facial hair.

“I love you right here but I’ll love you just the same when we get back home, baby.” He kissed the top of your head before he hummed in contentment as your nails tickled him. You pouted about your stay coming to an end but also just how sweet he always was. You eventually peeled your magnetized bodies off one another’s and began to pack up and shower. Your body stuck to his again wet and you laughed trying to share one towel in order to stay closer drying each other off poorly. You detached less dry than you should’ve been by this point. “Just to really rub it in that we’re going home, Tyler said people are making a big deal out of my little detour after the match. Just a heads up.” Trent said coming up behind you giving you a quick kiss to your cheek.

“I’m sorry.” Your face dropped. You were in your own world inside that hotel room but outside, it was definitely still spinning in its usual order. “I don’t like when I’m the culprit of the media covering some sort of escapade of yours.” You said guilty, moving back into the main room to get dressed.

“Well, I, in fact, do like when you are.” He kissed your lips. “The only things I want happening in my life are the ones with you.” You smiled faintly but you didn’t say much of anything else as you helped fold and fill his duffle bag. You got to run out around the city briefly grabbing macaroons you liked and hitting a few stores before you had to head to the airport but it was an incredibly quick turn around.

You boarded the plane back to England, a short flight nestled in his arms. You both were in sweat sets, yours from Sporty & Rich, his from Aime Leon Dore. With his hood up, Trent rested his head against the window while you laid on him. For a fast flight you were incredibly comfortable. It was going to be the last fleeting moment together before Trent and by proxy, you, returned to regularly scheduled programming of matches and mayhem.

As anticipated and warned by Tyler, your moment alone shattered the second camera’s flashes filled your line of sight. You blinked your eyes trying to adjust to the lights. Trent held your hand tighter as he walked through airport arrivals. Security followed next to you. This would never be normal. As the chaos rushed around you with inquiries about Trent’s commitment to the team for ‘taking a day off’ which by the way… was approved by the club, just saying! You squeezed his hand more. Despite feeling more than uneasy he had a way of stilling the madness with a simple glance to you.

“Okay, baby?” He whispered. You nodded with a faux smile. Security opened the door to the car waiting for you. Trent stayed at the car door with them holding it open and helping you in. Your hand grazed his waist as a silent thank you before you slid in. He quickly followed you into the blacked out vehicle. Even after the door shut and it was quiet the noise of the shutters still rang in your ears. While you were hounded as people scolded Trent’s travels, you never felt more secure in his arms tucked into the backseat.

You drove off from the airport towards home and you watched the landscape blur out the car window on the motorway. You laid back into him, your legs stretched across the seat, feet up, and your head thrown to the side against his chest as his hands aimlessly grazed over you. Trent’s hand moved to grip your leg right above your knee. He squeezed it teasingly. You looked up at him and the honey hue of his eyes reflecting the sun filled your stomach with butterflies and a sliver of hope.

“I have a good feeling about next year” he winked looking at you with a sincerity no one could ever make you believe other than him.

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[cavsthighs]

do. um. do you think he said that to me because he knows

#WELL weve passed by each other a ton and i THINK one time he made a joke at me but i was so stressed i barely registered it lol #and today he said Hows it going you mainly keep to yourself but you seem nice? #The whole time i did not make eye contact i barely even looked at him ohhhhhhhhh ok he totally knows #i never tell people on account of my Everything. i cant talk properly ajsksbslns #OK SORRY DONT KNOW WHY IM POSTING THIS ALL here but whatever !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #this makes it sound like he did all the heavy lifting Not true. my jovial chatter brought us together it surprised him #he thought me Mute i think LOL #its sad bc i occasionally DO chatter/make small jokes but often it goes Nowhere. sad face #but yeah no good convo i wish we werent busy so i could have actually said more realer things than jokes and basic facts about my life #also forgot to ask him his name LOL. hapless. #well anyway #tomorrow may......be ok

[mechawolfie]

so glad ppl like my angel lady I love her too. here is a quick doodle of her in a more modern outfit bc the og was made before we got to see raph 😭

#smudgy.png #obey me #obey me oc #om oc #oc posting #ive started so many pics already i probably shouldnt line & color this..... however #listne i just. love her so much u dotn understand #i dont even have much abt her character i just rly like her design & vibe sfdhfbsbc #in the human world shed wear such pretty dresses #shed be all abt frills & puffs & bright colors #cute prints w summer/spring motifs #like kind of a retro vibe maybe a bit ms frizzle #i think shed be a summer person but definitely appreciates the fact that the human realm isnt constantly sunshine like the cr #probably likes the devildom for the same reason: she likes new & different things #i imagine being chosies friend she gets sent down there occasionally to check on them (& to look for ceru whenever they go missing) #i forgot she has a partner too!! who i named ruth bc. teehee #theyre there to keep her out of trouble since shes not much for fighting if it comes to it. more uses her powers for self defense #which isnt always effective #i never got their design down.. i should get on that 🤔 (<- he cannot stop drawing ever or he turns to dust) #noelle #<- THATS HER TAG I FORGOT. naomi was another name i was considering for her 😭 #hence ruth for her partner. oaughhhh

[posts-from-employee-427]

Oh. Sorry to hear that. -oha

It's fine, it's just.

I don't particularly like arguing with him. I mean, the natural state of things and if we didn't find stuff to fight over eternity would get very boring very quickly. But it's not always fun.

A lot of the time it's really serious actually. Someone will overstep a boundary or say something they shouldn't have or didn't mean or someone will make a comment that hits a little too close to one or both parties and then it's just. Awful. Because as much as bickering passes the time there are lines you can't cross. Ever. It's an unspoken rule that we keep on breaking.

As much as I hate him and he hates me, I don't want to like. Hurt him. Not severely at least. Yeah I'll slap him or yell at him or any other number of things but there's still a limit. Because despite all the shit he's put me through I don't want to put him through the same. and because deep down no matter how hard I bury the memories I know I've already made him pay due for all of it and then some. I didn't mean to. I really didn't but I can't change it or shake the thought that he'll always hate me more than he did before those incidents

I just. He's my friend. I have no one else who would even consider dealing with me for this long. Even if we're both trapped here he could've walked away and just left me to it so many times. But he always returns for some reason or another and I really don't get it. Does it just get boring not having someone to argue with?

I know it's not that. I know it's because there are moments where we're both genuinely excited about something. Whether it's the expo or reaching some ridiculously stupid ending where we'll flip through bird videos or follow some stupid yellow line for several resets there are moments where we are both just genuinely having fun.

It's easier to ignore all that though. If I just pretend that we're always at each other's throats and we hate each other then I can play off these emotions as just a strange friendship and nothing else, and it would be much easier to pretend everything is normal and not worry about how long I can hide everything from myself or more importantly him to keep things as okay as they are and not get laughed and and berated and a million other things because I wasn't able to hold it in and bury it down far enough and

I need more time alone to think. And bury. Let's pretend you heard none of this.

#(hi :) ) #(happy pride month : ) ) #(this is the last message you see from stanley till 12am est) #(but maybe not the last youll see from me?) #(listen i cant go that long without posting) #(so if you have any direct questions for admin??) #(literally anything) #(i will talk your ear off about blog stanley and why he is the way he is or why he acts a certain way or said a certain thing) #(general questions or specific moment ill share my thought process on Why the Fuck Hes Like That) #(i rarely get to share his process except in these little rants that he spills out occasionally and even then i have to hold back) #(so send me a message send me an ask idk give me a reason to just talk nonstop) #(tshirt that says ask me about my askblog man made blorbo) #(oh also) #(i know stanley forgot to mention it. but) #(maybe dont send this one to narry? just a thought) #(this guy already stuggles to make emotional progress as is.) #not employee 427 in the tags

[pleuvoire]

fandom hates women so bad kamen rider revice has a legendary first of kamen rider with two girls being the ones to have have the classic kr prominent plot-relevant gay subtext-heavy rivalry that is also consistently some of the most compelling writing in the show and yet only FIVE PERCENT of revice fics on ao3 are about them

#these girls are literally the only gay subtext in revice aside from occasional crumbs. it's so blatant #wait ok i forgot ikkivice but IKKIVICE ISN'T EVEN THE MOST POPULAR PAIRING. SHIPPING IKKI WITH HIS BROTHER IS #just nuke the tag atp. burn the whole thing down #my kr posts

[faefrosting]

#i forgot to post this #deepsea space #yeah mixing the two things that simultaneously give me total awe and utter terror #both are so big and vast #i wish we could built homes in both the ocean and space #but also that would br terrifying #like #vast empty darkness #only faint lights in the background #sounds of the structures creaking and groaning due to the pressure or lack there of #occasionally the sound of deepsea beasts or whatever the hell you could even hear in space

[mapiforpresident]

Most Likely To

Alexia x reader

warnings: none

~~~

It was currently almost Valentine's day, so Barcelona was having all the team couples do some short interviews to post on the actual day.

Alexia was not a fan of this, but she saw that you were excited, she reluctantly agreed. She wanted to maintain her professional captain persona, but she also knew that it was important for people to see that she was also a normal person at the end of the day and that it was ok for her to be dating a woman.

~~~

"Hey, how was your interview," you asked Mapi and Ingrid as they walked out of the media room. They had their interview right before yours.

"It was really good we had to see who knew each other better and Ingrid won. I forgot her first pets name." Mapi told you. "I think you guys are doing the who is mostly likely to challange. I am excited to see if we learn anything new about big tough Ale over here that we didn't know." You laughed at this agreeing that you would make sure the fans learn how much of a softie Ale is for you.

~~~

You and Alexia then walked into the room as the media people explained how it would work and set up your mics. The interviewer then got started facing the camera, "Ok today we have special guests Alexia and Y/n. Today they will be playing the who is most likely to challange. They each have a paddle with their face on one side and the others face on the back. I will ask some questions and they have to show the face of who they think it fits better. At the end we also have a couple questions sent in by fans. Let's get started with the first question.."

"Ok we will start off very easy. The first question is who is most likely to forget their boots at home?"

You both immediately held up the side of the paddle with your face.

"I may have forgotten them before the champions league final. Luckily someone had an extra pair in my size. Ale always asks me three times if I have my boots now before we leave the house." You responded laughing towards the camera.

"She is very forgetful, she even forgot her passport before a game onetime and had to fly in the next day. I definitely made her run extra laps for that." You definitely gave Alexia a few heart attacks from all the times you forget things.

"Who is most likely to cry during a sad movie?" the interviewer queried with a grin.

You both exchanged a glance. You raised Alexia face as she reluctantly did the same. It was no secret to you or the team that Alexia had a soft spot for emotional films, often shedding a tear or two during particularly touching scenes.

As the interview progressed, the questions delved deeper into your relationship, sparking laughter and fond memories between you and Alexia.

The interviewer grinned as she posed the next question, her eyes flickering mischievously between you and Alexia. "Alright, who is most likely to hog the blankets in bed?"

You both hesitated for a moment, exchanging playful glances before simultaneously flipping the paddles to reveal the others face.

You chuckled, nudging Alexia playfully. "Come on, admit it. You're the blanket thief."

Alexia raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Oh, please. You practically cocoon yourself in the blankets every night."

As the interview drew to a close, the final question sent in by fans brought a sense of warmth to the room. "Who is most likely to surprise the other with a romantic gesture?"

Without hesitation, you both raised your paddles, a shared smile of affection passing between you. Despite the playful teasing and occasional disagreements, there was no doubt that your love for each other ran deep, evident in the small gestures of kindness and thoughtfulness that defined your relationship.

As the cameras stopped rolling, Alexia pulled you into a tender embrace, her voice soft with sincerity. "You know, despite my initial reservations, I'm glad we did this. It's nice to show the world a different side of us, to be able to share our love openly."

You returned her embrace, kissing her cheek lightly, feeling a surge of gratitude for the woman standing before you. "I couldn't agree more, bebé."

The fans absolutely loved the video and seeing this more personal side of Alexia and seeing more into your relationship.

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[reclinepilled]

needy, e.w.

cw: fluff!!! little angst, pet names (baby, beautiful, sweetheart, princess, gorgeous) like one curse word, reader yells at ellie, reader cries a teeny tiny bit, no masc/fem roles are established

desc: gamer!ellie is glued to her game while your patience runs short. also soft!ellie🙏.

a/n: happy march 1st guys! i wanted to share something i wrote while procrastinating some work. thanks for all the support on my last two posts. also the anon that sent in the request, im working on it <3 thank you for reading and reblogs are welcomed and greatly appreciateddd !

wc: 801 (i think)

PLEASE READ HERE ON INFORMATION ABOUT AND HOW TO HELP PALESTINE!!!

you try not to be so needy, you really do. however, your heart can't help but get a little heavy watching ellie completely ignore your presence on one of your days off. and she's not even ignoring you to study or work, it's to play her stupid games.

sure, you played your fair share of video games, as you had an undying love for that one genre. however, you didn't come over under the impression that you'd be getting lonely in her bed, angry, while occasionally letting out a frustrated sigh. she didn't pay attention to those, too busy yelling at her friends on whatever fps shooter she was glued to.

you got angrier and angrier thinking about it and listening to her mash the buttons on her keyboard and throw insults out into her mic. you swear you can feel the annoyance in your bloodstream. you just wanted to do skincare and facemasks, watch some movies, and maybe even bake with your girlfriend. you decide to put your anger aside and give her the benefit of the doubt. you get up from her bed to remind her of what you two had planned. maybe she forgot?

"ellie, baby?" you say as you grab her shoulder softly to get her attention. she glances up at you then moves her headset off one of her ears, "yea- jesse, what the hell! he was literally one hp!" she yells. "anyways, sorry, what's up?" ellie finally gives you two scoops of her attention. "el, i thought we were gonna spend time together..," you say, shifting your weight to one leg as you cross your arms. "yea, yea, of course. just give me five more minutes," ellie says as she turns back to her game. "you literally said that 30 minutes ago, el," you sigh. "i mean it this time," ellie turns to you, doing a puppy face jokingly.

any other time you would burst into a fit of laughter, however right now, you were genuinely pissed off. you stare at her for a few seconds in silence, she stares back. her face slowly drops as she realizes you're pretty upset. next thing you know, you've reached over and put her pc into sleep mode. "y/n! why!??" she whines like a teenage boy going through puberty. "because, i came over on my day off to spend time with you, i could be getting a manicure or something.. but i've spent nearly an hour and a half watching you play this shitty game!" you yell then you walk out of her room, fed up. you grab your bag next to the couch and start to put your belongings away.

"sweetheart! i'm sorry, i really am!" she says as she follows you out of the room. you ignore her, now putting your bag on your shoulder. "look," ellie comes in front of you and softly slides the bag off of your shoulder, she notices how you're still looking down. she gently grabs your shoulders while looking down at you with an apologetic look on her face, "i am so sorry, i just got caught up in the game. i enjoy you being here, and i find your presence so comforting, beautiful. i never meant to make you feel unappreciated, i'm sorry once again." she takes her hand and lifts your face up, and notices your tear stained cheeks.

ellie's heart quite honestly shattered into a million pieces, she didn't know she made you feel so bad but she understands now. "baby, we can do whatever you want," she pulls you into a meaningful embrace while rubbing your back. "els, i love you, sorry for yelling and overreacting-" she cuts you off, "no don't apologize, it was pretty justified, i was being dumb," she lets out an airy laugh, "i love you back, princess."

she could feel you smile against her chest and it felt like 10 tons were lifted off of her back. she pulls away to place a soft kiss on your forehead, then your nose, one on your cheek, and long one on your lips.

you straddle her on her bed while softly chuckling at the cute fuzzy animal headband you placed on ellie's head. you roll the jade roller all over her face, working in the serum you applied before. you can't help but admire how pretty she is. her constellations of freckles, each one so unique, her breathtaking deep eyes, and her long lashes you were so jealous of. little did you know, she was doing the same. you looked like a goddess from this angle, the light cascading down on your perfect figure emphasizing it. "hey baby?" ellie grabs your wrist. "yea, gorgeous?" you slightly lean back from her face, raising a brow.

"it's really hot when you yell at me."

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please do not plagiarize any of my works or post them on other websites without given permission !

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[jhuzen]

married life [m.reader]

this is me taking the first step in creating the househusband hcs of our tall hsr men for us gays and bi kings. happy pride ansismdkf (i mean to say that also in haitham’s post bUT OH WELL). anyway, i still hate luocha. otto trauma so true so real (honestly, his only saving grace in mhy games is ayato because he’s not blond). today, we have ourselves some househusbands.

𖦹 househusband hcs with gepard, sampo, jing yuan, blade, dan heng, caelus and old man welt, no luocha but i’m open to be convinced why i should start loving him, mostly fluff, domestic stuff, modern au though… aren’t they more modern if they can travel the space? huh. normal world au then. forgot to add that ceo reader is implied

GEPARD LANDAU

He’s a very reluctant househusband at first, actually. He’s one who firmly believes that relationships are a team effort (and they are and should be), and thinks that it wouldn’t hurt for the both of you to work together. Of course, you encourage him regardless, and with both of your career-oriented selves, you were basically the couple that could foster a ten or so children and still be financially sound.

Serval is the one who convinced Gepard to lay low a little in his job and relax for once. You’re making a decent income a month — enough for you to be the only one working and still have a comfortable life together.

You have to thank your sister-in-law and her craftiness. She wasn’t Gepard’s sister for nothing. She knew your husband more than anyone and knew that he was too down bad to even refuse in entertaining the thought of not taking care of you. All she had to do was do a little convincing.

“If I were [Name], I sure wouldn’t mind coming home to a nice meal like this every night,” she’d muse with a hum while she ate off of Gepard’s cooking. He came home early that one night and thought to surprise you. Of course, Serval just had to taste test since she’s looking out for you, her beloved brother-in-law. “Also wouldn’t mind being taken care of by my own spouse…”

Gepard quickly folded. What if his sister was right and you wanted that kind of life? But it’s not like he also wants to quit his job just like that. So he made a gradual decrease in work until he can finally have a schedule that can commit as a househusband and occasionally help when he’s needed at work as a consultant.

Your beloved husband is a bit mid from the start — basic in cooking, in chores, but it’s his perseverance that pushes him up to S-tier househusband status. He will really go out of his way to learn recipes that you suddenly brought up in the middle of a conversation and will execute it to the highest standards. He will become a lot more meticulous in his chores around the house.

If he can, he’s definitely the type to drop by and join you in lunch. He’s a lot more free now, and if there’s nothing else to do in the house, he’ll take some lunch and go to where you work and just eat lunch together. Everyone is looking at the windows of your own office in envy while they watched you get spoon fed by your cute husband (they don’t know how embarrassed Gepard is since you technically just coerced him to feed you so people can see you on purpose).

So very attentive to you. He wakes you up early (even earlier if you have meetings where you have to discuss things to be extra prepared) for work. Your lunch is just top tier, but the plating is too cute — with the slightly uneven shapes to create cute animals. He’s the kind to even put a note in your packed lunch every time without fail.

He knows how hard you work and only wants the best for you. And when you recognize his efforts, he’s quick to get flustered from your compliments. He will fold like a wet cardboard. He’s too weak.

“Dear, please,” you could only laugh at your beloved’s winsome attitude. Currently pressed against the marbled counter of the kitchen, you can only shower him in a plethora of love-filled kisses as you expressed your unending gratitude. Your lips left tiny pecks from his cheeks down to his neck, only serving to fluster him even more.

You pulled back but not before leaving another quick kiss on his nose, “What’s got you all knotted up, love? No one’s watching.” You cooed, leaving your poor husband whining at the thought of earlier — when you so cruelly asked him to feed you in front of your subordinates while you busily ‘worked’ on your projects.

But somehow even with the unbridled embarrassment that you brought to him, Gepard couldn’t help but feel the elation engulf his entirety at the prospect of you showing him off in your own mischievous ways. Even with your busy schedule, you were more than willing to let him come inside your work and take the time off just to let him join you for lunch. He’d already heard enough drama around the neighborhood to be grateful that you can still balance your work with your marriage.

He was grateful to have you as his partner for life. And even then, he wouldn’t mind having to visit you just to feed you. It was certainly a rare thing that he’s heard partners would suggest, so to be given a privilege as seeing you everyday at work was something he would cherish more than ever.

A kiss on his temple knocked his fleeting thoughts off the rail and pulled him back to reality, blinking at your curious smile, “…Shield for your thoughts?” You inquired with a gentle tone, eager to pry just what has got your husband so spacey all of a sudden.

He only grinned before pulling you in for a proper kiss and murmured against your lips, “Just thanking my lucky stars for having you as my husband.”

Now it was your turn to be flustered.

𐂂

SAMPO KOSKI

Your friends still think you’re a legend for even managing to wife up the untamable Sampo. But somehow, you pulled him in and he was more than willing to be a househusband. For more reasons than one.

But let’s get out the pinnacle of his reasons out of the way — it being, him living so comfortably? Financially supported by a handsome guy like you? Sign him up. He’s more than willing to take care of you while you take care of him. He’s a sleazy guy, after all. Wouldn’t wanna get married to a broke man. Kidding.

Anyway, he mostly sells the story of getting married just for benefits for laughs. But really, you’ve somehow managed to actually trap him as a prisoner of love. He’s a huge simp for you and actually considers your high-end job a bonus. A really good bonus. But other than that, you’ve got Sampo completely wrapped around your finger. And he’s a very eager househusband.

A surprisingly good househusband. He’s meticulous in his work and can cook. But what really sells him is how well he can budget and actively get discounts just by smooth talking the vendors in the market. You once went with him, telling him to go nuts and buy everything that he needs, and you came home with only just a good half of your money spent. He was scarily good and from then on, you made an oath to take notes from your husband’s amazing haggling skills.

He’s a very resourceful man. If you need anything, he’s there to lend a hand. He’s always there to fix equipments that break down. Really, you rarely get issues with the things at home, because the moment he senses that there’s something wrong, he’s already on the case. Your husband is a jack of all trades.

All he requires is a small fee of some attention and loving from you. Seriously, he will mope around and will let you know that he’s upset that you forgot to give him a goodbye kiss earlier when you left for work.

You wake up much earlier than he does, but please wake him up. He wants to cook you breakfast and see you off like a loving househusband that he is. He will sulk if you so much as even think of leaving him without waking him up. He’s a big drama queen and unless you make up for it once you get home, he will continue to walk around the house with a pout on his face.

The only way to make this man completely crumble underneath you is to spoil him. He’s working so hard with the upkeep of your shared home! If you take him out on surprise date nights, he will melt. Shower him with lavish gifts from all the money you saved up, courtesy of Sampo’s extreme bargaining. He will latch onto your arm the entire night like your pretty little arm candy (even if he’s taller than you).

Oh, right. You will get sudden visits from Natasha or even Seele and Oleg, just to check up on your married life. They’re mostly just there to whack some sense into Sampo if he’s being difficult to you. Suffice to say, they’re always surprised when they come visit your homely abode that’s clean and has a refreshing atmosphere. Seele plugs her ears every time you say it’s all because of Sampo that your house is even remotely presentable. She’s in denial.

It was a grueling day, leaving you completely vulnerable to the throes of exhaustion. You ought to take some vacation days, maybe go on a different country with your husband for a treat. Surely, he’d like that. You noticed he’s been working just as hard as you at home. Speaking of which — the reason for your home’s unfamiliar silence was in fact the lack of singing from your lively husband. You were so used to hearing his voice that the silence felt incredibly deafening when you were alone.

“Love? You home?” You called out, glancing at the shoe rack by the door to see his outdoor shoes in the same place and the indoor shoes missing. He’s here. You pursed your lips, brushing off the peculiarity and headed to the joint dining room and kitchen, seeing a nice still hot meal sitting on a nice plate. But it was the only thing on the table, no other plates or even a husband waiting on you with a smile. You peered at the food to see a card beside the plate, scribbled with a sad face.

“…What.” You sat the card back down before finally poking your head in the living room, seeing your husband watching another sad show while screwing in some panel from what you can only guess a part of your heater. You sauntered up from behind him, before grabbing his face and tilting his head up to meet your gaze.

He made no noise and had it not been for his evident pout, you would’ve only been left wondering what you did to make him so sulky again. You sighed before leaning to press a kiss against your lips. You could feel him finally smile against the kiss.

“So you still love me?” He asked, insinuating that you felt otherwise for not even giving him a kiss goodbye earlier.

“Not like I have a choice,” was your only cheeky response.

“Wha— Hey!”

𐂂

JING YUAN

Out of everyone, he is probably the most eager one to be a househusband. He is so ready to retire. He’s been moaning about it at work constantly, about how he’s just ready to settle in somewhere nice and be taken care of. And when you decided to finally tie the knot with him, you didn’t even have to ask twice, that man is already turning in his resignation and is already making your shared home even cozier than ever.

He’s a very languid man, but that does not mean he’s going to flake out on chores. He can do them all efficiently just for the sake of getting them out of the way so he can keep relaxing after. That, and of course making sure that you come home to a clean home. Aeons know how stressful it is to come home from work and seeing your own home completely cluttered. Jing Yuan has suffered the same thing before he met you.

Jing Yuan loves you through his cooking other than sleeping in with you. He creates the greatest dishes for you. Often are you eating your lunch with so much pride. Your subordinates would come inside your office during lunchtime to pass some papers and they would see you just completely enjoying life with your husband’s cooking.

He likes to greet you with a nice warm meal after your work. And he’d just watch you eat his meals with a fond smile while you continue to talk about each of your days with each other. Of course, occasionally, he’d open his mouth and you would have to feed him as well. Yanqing would sometimes come home to such a sight and never has he seen a more domestic scene than before.

Another one of his much favored ways to show his love is through after work massages. You’d come home and be completely smothered with love just by his touches. Sometimes he’d give you a nice neck and shoulder massage while you’re eating and talking about your day. Or you could both be lounging on the sofa and he would absentmindedly massage your overworked hands.

However his most favored time spent with you is when you’re on a day off and that he would successfully persuade you into staying a little bit longer in bed with him. Just sleep until the afternoon, with limbs tangled against one another. He loves spooning his husband that takes care of him so dearly. Just feeling your back pressed against his chest while he’s nuzzling his nose into the nape of your neck. Bliss. Utter bliss.

The two of you scream old married couple. Just two old geezers enjoying their lives. It’s really such a relaxing relationship. Being married to Jing Yuan is like a vacation from your problems and him being married to you is an adventure without the nauseating exhaustion.

Yanqing is inadvertently your child the moment you got married to your husband. And suffice to say, you were far more content in your life than you could ever imagine. Never have you felt the genuine happiness swell within you the moment you came home to the two of them cooking together. You still have a slightly motion blurred picture in your phone and neither of them know about it.

Overall the most chill househusband. But even in his passivity, you can feel the radiating warmth of love for you. He just… loves you so much that he’s more than willing to take care of you and the little family that you and him have created. He will wait for you by the door with his half-lidded gaze completely fixated on you with so much adoration. He’s lucky to have you.

You were used to the hectic mornings you often faced upon waking up. It was always a rush job in the morning, speeding through all your morning routine before finally leaving for work. But today was not that day. You could tell from the way the sunlight hit your eyelids. You always left just before the sun could even come up, but right now, you had other plans.

You wanted to prepare a nice breakfast for your husband. He had been working so hard all the time, taking care of you and Yanqing with no days off unlike you. You figured you could get the day started and surprise the both of them with some of your cooking prowess. Suddenly filled with the motivation, you sat up, ready to face the first hour of your time off work for a few days.

However, your plans were soon foiled when a strong arm hooked around your waist and immediately pulled you back down on the bed without even breaking a sweat. You sighed, looking off to the side to see one golden eye peering at you sleepily. Lips turning up into a smile, you shifted to fully face him.

“Can’t even let me make you some breakfast in bed, huh?” You teased with the same fondness as the very first day you and him got married.

A quiet grunt was all your lover gave, only to follow it up with his own gruff response a minute later, “While that sounds nice, I believe I can also reap benefits just from canoodling with my husband for let’s say… until the afternoon.”

Your hands were tied at that point, and with one last charming smile from your dozing husband, you dove into his arms, letting him press some kisses on your face before falling asleep, with you following after.

𐂂

BLADE

No one in this world knows how you managed to charm and marry Blade in the first place. Even his family considers you a miracle worker for bagging the hard to get man. You could only reminisce of the times he would give you the cold shoulder when you tried to ask him out. You were cringe but Blade somehow liked it.

Regardless, he’s one of the reluctant househusbands at first. Blade doesn’t like the feeling of not going out and making money like you. He believes that as long as he can, he will contribute to this relationship. It’s really adorable. And you were supportive of what he wants, but when he realized no one can take care of you while you’re busy being the breadwinner, he decided that he’ll take one for the team and take care of everything in the house instead.

He is meticulous in cleaning. Your house is always sparkling clean the moment you arrive at home. He’s constantly on the hunt for any dust that could taint your shared humble abode. He once read that an unclean house can cause sickness to the occupants, and he has never let a single dust touch a furniture ever since then. Your health is his priority and he will do everything in his power to keep you healthy.

You know what? Screw it, he wears his apron without a care too. He goes out of the house in a pink frilly apron you gifted him as a silly little joke and he’s not ashamed of it. Even Kafka’s incessant teasing isn’t enough to deter him from wearing it. You gave it to him and he loves it. That’s all that matters.

Surprisingly loved by your neighbors. In contrast to his gloomy disposition, he’s always seen around the market and with people’s tendency to draw closer to mysterious handsome men like him, let’s just say he’s managed to unintentionally charm your neighbors. Everyone calls you lucky for getting him, everyone calls him lucky for having a good husband that provides.

Really, he cares so little about the money you make. All he needs is your love and attention. It is imperative that you give him calls on certain times of the day, let him know that you’re still alive at the very least. It’s not like you can’t make do on such a promise either, you loved calling him just to take a break from work for a little while. Even just hearing his quiet grunts of agreement while you gossiped about your subordinates was enough.

He wakes you up… like really early. Super early. Like at least a few hours before you call in for work. His reason? To get enough time with you before you go to work. It’s adorable. You two could be just lounging at the balcony, sipping coffee or tea while you both watch the sunrise.

Speaking of which, with him comes a package. His aforementioned family. Kafka and Silver Wolf’s visits are a must. They are a part of him and now they are a part of you. Kafka could be dropping by just to chat and gossip with you (somehow both of you know a lot about people’s own businesses) or Silver Wolf would just barge in and hog all your game systems (she says no one plays them since you’re both old men so she gets the privilege). Either way you’re already used to it, and one guest room is always at the ready.

Getting married to Blade is honestly the best thing you’ve ever done in your life. You still don’t know how you pulled him, but with him resting on you while the both of you watched shows, showing you his vulnerability tells you that doing so is not an accident or a mistake.

“…Would it kill you to step back a little? It’s hard to cook.”

“But you’re so warm. So soft… so…”

Quite possibly out of all the forms of affections that you’ve expressed towards him, Blade finds your nosy hands cupping around his chest from under his clothes the least practical. Especially when you’re doing it while he’s cooking your breakfast before you’re off for work.

He flipped the omelet with ease despite his claims of difficulty just seconds ago. Of course, it wasn’t as hard when he’s standing still. But on times where he had to go get some things, you in your sleepy daze had to trudge behind him like a shadow just to persistently warm your incredibly cold hands.

Regardless, other than the difficulty in moving, Blade finds it even harder not to burn the kitchen down as his concentration dwindled with every kiss you pressed against his neck, unrelenting and incredibly soft, so filled with love in every individual peck that met his skin. His face turned a rather dark shade of scarlet while you busied yourself with him.

“Keep this up and you’re going to be late.”

“At least it’s extra time with you~” you cooed.

Blade only sighed before leaning against your back, using his free hand to softly knock into the side of your head as his form of half-assed discipline.

Well. Maybe he wouldn’t mind that extra time too.

𐂂

DAN HENG

He’s not so much as a reluctant househusband. In fact, he relishes in the idea of just staying home and doing his work there. He likes the comfort of being able to sit things out for once after having to look after his two gremlins for friends. However, he does want to make sure that you’re always safe when you’re working.

After a lot of reassurances, he finally decides that you can handle your own. He will compensate for it by taking an extremely good care of you and your shared home. And this man does not play around. He’s sort of like Blade, excelling at everything that needs to be done not just because, but it’s to keep you safe. He cooks you healthy meals and scrubs any dirt off the face of the world.

Easily one of the greatest househusbands in the list. Dan Heng has the right temperament and while he’s often aloof to most people, when it comes to you, you could already feel how he seems more lenient, a little softer on you.

He does all his work efficiently to get them over with as fast and as best as he can so he can have time to visit you in your work. If he knows he has time, count on your beloved husband to come and bring you some freshly cooked lunch in your office. Almost everyone in your company already knows who he is. He’s the elusive husband of the big boss, coming in just to bring you some lunch.

Speaking of which, might wanna keep your subordinates in check. Dan Heng is a looker, and the fact that he’s just as considerate, combined with his mysterious nature, people are bound to be more attracted to him. Though honestly, none of their little admiration could measure up to Dan Heng’s love for you.

In his eyes, you are the only one important, right next to his own family with Himeko and the rest. And he will do all that he can to make sure that you’re alright in any aspect of your life. However even with that dedication, it’s also your job to keep him intact. He focuses so much on you that he sometimes forgets to wind down.

Taking him out on something with a serene atmosphere usually does the trick. Bring tons of books to entertain yourselves, and if the stories get too old, you chat about things you have yet to tell each other. Dan Heng really appreciates the effort you put in, investing your time in him despite the fact that you’re running a conglomerate, but even then just a little gesture from you is enough for him to know how grateful you are for his own efforts as well.

Old married couple 2.0. March said so herself when she decided to barge into your home to show you her pictures from her recent travels. She and the raccoon are tied at the tally of visits. Often they just crash just to make sure Dan Heng hasn’t driven you insane yet with his very… unromantic nature. Safe to say March still couldn’t believe that dear old Dan Heng was the first to pop the question in tying the knot.

Speaking of unromantic, your husband does come off as one, often giving you practical solutions than giving you any words of comfort when you’re stressed. And perhaps it’s because you understood that’s his way of romancing you that you and him ended up married in the first place.

Exhaustion was more of a friend than a foe after having to bury yourself in the tower stacks of paperwork. It’s times like these that you had to wonder if running the family company is even worth it.

“I’m too tired to driiiiive,” you whined, looking at the spreadsheets in exasperation.

And as if he had a sixth sense, a knock on your door was heard and you gave the green light with little regard for the person behind the door. You then looked up and almost cried at the sight of your beautiful husband, with two coffees in hand.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” it was all he had to say to prompt what little motivation you had left in your system, letting your sluggish self spring back to life. You bound to him with a grateful smile on your face and greeted him with an embrace.

You took one cup from him and graced him with a kiss on his cheek, “Hang on, let me get some take home work. I need to at least finish a good third of this.”

Your poor husband was a lot more worried than he could let on with his stoic face — seeing you on the ropes, completely hard at work and barely functioning at the sheer exhaustion was almost enough to tempt him into stopping you from bringing home your work. Alas, he supported you regardless and only thought to compensate for your extra work with an even better dinner.

“Anything you want for tonight?” He asked, thoughtful as always.

“Mmm… chicken fried rice?”

“Chicken fried rice it is.”

𐂂

CAELUS

Not a single soul expected for this man to get married. Everyone thought he’d just end up on the streets willingly, constantly rummaging through trash can after trash can, falling in love with one and settling down with it in his own odd way. Surprise surprise, he is now a househusband that digs through the high end trash cans placed inside your shared home.

Quite frankly, if Caelus was being honest, he also did not expect to trip into you and quite literally fall in love. And for you to reciprocate it. He always thought you two were just the best of friends, with you supporting his hobbies with little to no judgment. So imagine his surprise that he keeps feeling every time he wakes up right next to you (and right next to his five foot pillow of a trashcan, but it’s a separate affair on its own).

Moving aside your husband’s very odd addiction of living the life of a trash panda, Caelus is actually a pretty decent househusband. His specialities are mostly the meals he makes for you. They’re always so delicious and is often the highlight of your day even without him around.

He’s very active around the neighborhood and is always armed with the latest news around town. The other stay at home spouses love him. And you were quite surprised to find out that he’s far more connected in the very place you both live in than you could ever be. When you’re free, you’d sometimes accompany him to the market and somehow end up staying very late because a lot of people recognize him and seem to want to chat with him.

Caelus parades you around as his beloved husband and people are just dropping jaws when they realize you have definitely been interviewed in one of those famous magazines about businesses and all that jazz.

Surprisingly, just like Sampo, Caelus is your man when it comes to spending wisely and learning how to haggle. He knows his way around almost everything and even you couldn’t help but be proud of yourself of fishing out such a dashing man that is wise in finances. Good man, honestly.

One fact about him that you like are his skills in caring for children. There’s something so wonderfully domestic whenever you would come home early and see him playing with the children — Hook and Clara, if you can recall. He’s mostly just babysitting for them on days that he’s not completely hammered to death with housework.

His favorite thing to do with you is grocery shopping at night. Just the two of you cruising around every aisle, more often than not, you’d push the cart with him in it getting gradually buried by every item you decided to purchase. It’s a good way to spend some time together while getting something productive done. And perhaps coax you into buying a little more food than you and him intended in the first place. Dan Heng always advices you not to be too swayed by your husband antics… but it’s clearly not working.

Caelus is a silly little man, with his weird eccentric jokes and his equally strange fascination for all things related to trash cans. But it’s probably because of this that you found yourself enamored. He is your respite in the suffocating world of your workforce. He pushes you in situations you never thought would be fun unless he was with you.

“If you loved me, you would’ve gotten ten more boxes of cookies.”

“And if you loved me, you wouldn’t be willingly burying yourself in that cart instead of helping me pick between chocolate or strawberry milk.” You quipped back with a snarky grin, not even bothering to look at your childish husband who continued to be sprawled out in the cart at ten in the evening while you shopped.

Caelus pouted, you always did make good points. It’s why he could never win an argument against you. Or maybe he could… if he wasn’t so completely smitten at the sight of you. You were always seen as the dignified boss of your company, dressed in three piece suits that could suffocate anyone and their wallet.

But here you were, dressed in a loose shirt (likely one of his just judging from the fit) and some pair of joggers that you haphazardly threw on.

Absolutely breathtaking.

He lent out a hand to reach for the carton of flavored milk that you finally chose, adding it onto the pile. He waited until you were at the end of the cart, getting ready to muscle your way through pushing an incredibly heavy cart, courtesy of your husband.

Caelus looked up at you, “Don’t I at least get a kiss for helping out?”

“Cae, I’m dying from pushing you. How ‘bout we entertain that incentive once you got out of the cart and started helping me, hm?”

Maybe he’s just a simp, but how could he deny his demanding husband’s whims?

𐂂

WELT YANG

This old man is the definition of a reluctant retiree. Well, it’s not actually a retirement for him. He still gets to be the voice of reason, only that he won’t actually personally animating. Who’s to blame? You. To be accurate, this old man officially decided to step down from his hands-on job as an animator so he can be a househusband. You’re a priority after all, and only the heavens know how bad you need to be taken care of.

Welt joins the ranks of a godly househusband. He knows his way around almost every single thing that needs to get fixed. His cooking? Top tier. His housework game? Absolute perfection. Floors are swept, counters are wiped and dusted, sheets and clothes are washed and pressed. He is perfect.

And on top of that, he still manages to balance his work from home as the consultant for any new anime that is about to be produced and can still care for you without even breaking a sweat. Old man Welt is always pulling through.

So let’s get this out of the way — actual old married couple. Not just vibes. You two are old men who look at the screen with squinted eyes. Well, only Welt does that while you laugh at him and then proceed to forget where you placed your own phone despite being on it just a few minutes ago.

Regardless, you live a much more balanced life, just two husbands cruising through life with little worries. You live on a good neighborhood, living comfortably and get a lot of visits from yours and Welt’s friends/family. Most of which are from the trio and Himeko. You and Welt always host these family dinners on weekends where everyone is free. Life is good.

However despite all the glamour of living a comfortable life in this marriage, there is one glaring difference between you and Welt — mostly it’s the fact that you have worse time management than he does and often gets the short end of the stick, always pummeled to death with your paperwork that could leave anyone in a fit of raw despair. Welt looked at your work the one time you left to answer a phone call from office and shuddered at the heavy load.

Welt is essentially your clock when it’s time to unwind from work. You have a tendency to overwork at times and it’s something that Welt always makes sure to keep an eye out for. He just wants what’s best for you, and oftentimes, what’s best is for you is to finally get some shuteye after suffering through another overnight that you pulled.

Also, there is an unspoken rule of not letting any man with long blonde hair inside your home. It’s just a house rule. The top of all other house rules in fact, as it takes the most priority in fulfilling.

Regardless, Welt is so… househusband-shaped. He knows what to do as one and does a damn good execution of it all. Maybe it’s because of his compassionate self that you were quick to fall for the old man. He didn’t even have to try and show off, all he had to do was be himself and you’d still give him the world with every penny you’ve earned from your job.

A taut frown tugged onto Welt’s lips as he squinted on the labels from the spices that Himeko sent from her recent overseas trip. Not that he didn’t trust his good friend’s tastes in any form of flavor, it’s only that he wanted to make sure none of it had any ingredient that could probably send you into an anaphylactic shock. Yes, he is this meticulous when it comes to you.

Alas, his cautiousness grants no extra clear sight in viewing the labels and he struggled, holding them in different proximities. Are the characters really that small intentionally or are they so incoherent because they manufacturers made an error in the sizing the font before printing it on the packaging.

Fortunately for him, you came into the rescue as you plucked the packaging from his hands. Welt didn’t need to look up to see the same smug smile plastered on your face whenever you’d catch him doing the same thing to his phone. Well, he loved looking at you so he did it nonetheless.

“Having trouble again, old man?” You teased and Welt only had to sigh in response. “Is this from Himeko’s package?”

Your endeared husband nodded, “Of course. I had to see what else she gave us. And I’m looking over the ingredients so I can keep you out of the hospital as best as I can.” He turned to the stove and lowered the heat. “Now kindly read it for me, dear.”

You only nodded, flipping over the packet, “Sure thing.”

There was a silence that followed, with Welt expecting you to run your mouth about the ingredients already. He looked back to you…

…And saw you squinting at the same bundle of text that he’s been staring at.

Welt scoffed, playful and light in nature, “And you call me old.”

“It’s the manufacturer’s fault…!!”

#you’d think i learned my lesson after doing the shivers with 8 characters. but nope. Here we are with seven. #OOH. now i wanna make an hsr men version of the shivers scenario thingy that i made for the tall genshin men #jhuzen’s stupid hcs #hsr x male reader #honkai star rail x male reader #gepard x male reader #sampo x male reader #jing yuan x male reader #blade x male reader #dan heng x male reader #caelus x male reader #welt yang x male reader

[niki-phoria]

IF YOU JUST TURN YOUR HEAD OVER, YOU'LL BE THERE / I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE

pulling txt into kisses !!

inspo from this post by @bluejaem and this post by @okwonyo !!

gn reader (no pronouns used)

YEONJUN

yeonjun is panicking. he silently curses himself for failing to set his alarm - the words falling from his lips in quiet whispers as he rushes throughout your apartment. 

“i’m sorry, i’m running late,” he mumbles, clumsily shoving his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants. “soobin’s gonna kill me.” 

you bite back a chuckle, watching as yeonjun frantically runs a hand through his still-disheveled hair. he continuously runs back and forth, shoving things into a backpack before slinging it over his shoulder.

yeonjun sighs, pausing once he reaches the front door. he turns to momentarily glance back at you with an apologetic smile. “don’t forget to eat breakfast, okay? i’ll call you at lunch. i promise.” 

“jun!” the man just barely has enough time to spin around to face you. your fingers curl into the thick fabric of his hoodie before you gently pull him in and quickly press your lips against his. 

you pull away just as fast as you leaned in; a soft smile lingers on your lips. wide, unblinking eyes meet your own as you reach up to brush a strand of disheveled hair back into place. “you almost forgot our goodbye kiss,” you chuckle, innocently shrugging at his visible confusion. “i’ll see you tonight. i love you.”

SOOBIN

“i’m dying.”

“you’re not dying,” soobin sighs, wandering over to kneel down in front of your couch so he’s eye level with you. he softly smiles when you pout, squinting at him through blurry vision. 

your eyes flutter closed when he reaches up, gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. soobin’s hands linger on your forehead for just a few seconds before he settles for resting them against your cheek. “my throat hurts,” you whine. 

“i know, baby,” he murmurs. “why don’t i go make you some samgyetang? maybe it’ll help clear your sinuses a little.”

you hum in agreement, sleepily blinking up at him. soobin smiles. he leans in, gingerly pressing his lips against your forehead. “try to get some rest love, okay? i’ll wake you up when the food is ready.”

soobin pauses when you softly grab onto his arm just before he stands up, quickly leaning in to press a soft peck against his cheek. you bite back a chuckle when he freezes, staring at you with wide eyes and overly flushed cheeks. 

“thank you, binnie,” you smile. “i love you.”

soobin chuckles, softly shaking his head. “i love you too, y/n,” he murmurs, leaving you with yet another peck against your knuckles before he slips away into your kitchen.

BEOMGYU

you’re going to die of boredom. you’re sure of it. 

a defeated sigh escapes you as you roll onto your side, now facing beomgyu. neatly brushed shaggy bangs frame his face. his eyes remain laser focused on the game illuminating the screen. his fingers move expertly across the keys as he easily takes down enemy after enemy. the otherwise quiet room is only occasionally broken by the noise of soft curses whispered beneath his breath or the repetitive sound of mechanical keys clicking over and over again. 

you sit up, quietly staking across the room until you’re standing behind him. beomgyu groans after yet another defeat - a bright “game over” page illuminating the page. like a predator, you strike, quickly leaning down to tilt his face towards you before pressing a kiss against his lips. 

beomgyu freezes, staring up at you in shock. a few seconds pass before he chuckles, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. your breath nearly hitches in your throat when he leans in, narrowing the already small space between you even more. 

“if you wanted a kiss so badly all you had to do was ask,” beomgyu smirks. this time you’re the flustered one when he leans in, pressing your lips together in a sweet kiss.

TAEHYUN

as soon as you open the metal door, a seemingly endless sea of machines and mirrors greet you. the hybe gym is nothing like you’ve ever seen before - the large space filled with more equipment than you know how to use. 

“hi love,” taehyun smiles at you through one of the floor length mirrors - pausing his rep for just long enough to greet you. wandering over to the corner he’s in, finding a seat on one of the nearby workout benches. his movements are always controlled and precise as he diligently works his way through his set. 

you wait until taehyun takes a break, relaxing against his workout mat as he catches his breath. you lean in, reaching over to cup his cheek before pulling him into a quick peck.

taehyun is quick to reciprocate, feverishly returning the kiss. your hand tangles into the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him in place as you press your lips against his. taehyun smiles into the kiss; his hands finding a home resting comfortably on your hips. 

a sly smirk tugs at the corners of his lips when you pull away. “couldn’t resist, huh?,” he teases.

you chuckle, moving to lay on the ground beside him. “you? never.”

HUENING KAI

it’s far too early in the morning when kai begins to stir. sunlight streams in through your opened curtains in golden waves.

he yawns, shifting slightly to stretch out his sore limbs before he rolls onto his side. you’re still curled up underneath the covers beside him the same way you were when you both fell asleep. kai’s lips quirk into an unconscious smile as he admires your peaceful features. he watches as your chest rises and falls in an even rhythm; soft snores occasionally escape your lips. 

he moves as cautiously as he can when he begins to sit up, slowly shifting away from you with as little movement as possible. he all but jumps out of his skin when you reach up; your fingers curl into the fabric of kai’s t-shirt, tightly gripping the fabric in your hands. he barely has enough time to react when you gently tug him downwards before crashing your lips against his. 

kai feels like he’s on fire. he can feel his cheeks fiercely burning with a blush that’s only increased when you nonchalantly push his stiff body back onto the mattress before crawling over to lay on his chest. 

“five more minutes,” you mumble, letting your eyes flutter closed once again. kai lets a laugh of disbelief escape him as he complies, almost too eager to fall back asleep with you safely tucked in his arms. 

notes: my apologies for how late fics have been, i'm going through some personal stuff and my finals are coming up soon <//3

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[bonbonshideout]

Ticci Toby headcanons

Pre-Slender

♤ He's clingy. If he likes someone or is even remotely comfortable, he would follow them around just to feel comfortable.

♡ He's... playful, he isn't the brightest, but he would try and play some pranks if he can, usually learn about you and see what can get you upset & use that on you.

◇ Mf got that crow brain. He would see anything shiny and take it. He's got a growing collection and even looks for things to give to his favorite people. Lyra originally gave him a box to store the items in, but it started growing a bit 'out of control', and so he has shelves and other boxes with random nick-nacks.

♧ His little cow? Lyra, 100%. When he was younger he had a lot to deal with and Lyra wasn't always able to be with him so she saved up some birthday money and bought him a cow plush, due to it being from his sister, he's kept it and carried it literally everywhere with him. Multiple rips and tears, but his mom always fixed it up for him. He loved it and would take to around as he grew older, though he didn't have it out in public like he did when he was younger.

♤ His hoodie is one of a kind and handmade. His mom was the one to have made it. Originally, he wanted a hoodie that was like any other, but he couldn't puck between a couple of them; his mom, in the end, decided to create a simple looking hoodie for him.

Post-Slender

♤ He doesn't remember much. Yeah, he might get occasional flashbacks, but they leave him confused. He wants to figure out what they mean but at the same time he's a bit scared of doing so.

♡ His hoodie? he loves it, covered in patches of different colors, or at least he tries to color match.

◇ He still has his cow, but he doesn't carry it around as much. He keeps it in a safe place; having a connection to it but not knowing its origins anymore. He baby's it occasionally when he does take it out of his little storage area. That thing has gone through way too much, put it out of its misery already.

♧ Lyra's spirit haunts him, but it's not supposed to be much of a tormentor; though he sees it that way, Lyra is trying to guide him in life. I believe the operator's doing some shit to his mind that's causing him to see Lyra's spirit as vengeful, or it's simply creating an image of Lyra and whispering into Toby's mind about he's at fault for everything.

♤ He's still got that crow brain, still finding things to give to people (Natalie) , a pretty rock, maybe a button, anything he finds, he takes it and saves them.

♡ He's strangely affectionate, he isn't the type to be overbearing, but he likes to hug Natalie whenever he can, usually she accepts them, but there are times where she isn't in a good mood and it upsets him a little— he gets over it quickly though.

◇ He's terrified of cars and probably motorcycles, too (blame Nat for that one). Occasionally, though, he is forced into either one due to Natalie for faster transportation. He hates it and curses her out through the whole ride, but he does see how convenient it is.

♧ In Spanish, there's a term for kids who don't know anything, the "no sabo" kid. He is that type of kid, but with German. He knows very little, and even then, he can't form proper sentences. He's trying to learn when he isn't busy murdering people or starting fires. Usually asking Natalie to help him out— even though she doesn't speak German— he just wants someone to practice it with.

♤ He HATES being seen as vulnerable or lesser than. He doesn't really know why to the full extent, but he does know that it just sucks. He wants people to know that he can do as much as anyone else can, heck, maybe more and better.

♡ I wanna say he had an ego, but it's more playful. He jokes about having a huge ego, but he could care less if 'someone offends him' (aside from the previous hc).

I feel like some of these collide with some headcanons a friend might have? idk, I honestly forgot his entire essay 💀

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

hi, can i request a post-war drabble wherein levi's son shyly asks his dad if he could help him get an undercut too? 🥺 he looks up to his dad a lot so he wanna be like him 🥺

y'know i hope that fact that these are starting to turn into oneshots can make up for the fact that it's taking a minute for me to pump these out 🥹

A Clean Cut | 2K Follower Event | Post-War Dadvi Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ ~1k ✧ notes ➼ post-war, fluff

Some families went out on weekends. Others would have movie nights or travel.

Yours just ended up cleaning the house. It needed to happen. With how fussy Levi could get about the state of the house and how quickly it gets chaotic due to the fact that you had an adolescent running around the house with his friends constantly, cleaning was a multi-weekly thing.

You were currently mopping the kitchen while Levi sat on the couch folding the laundry. It was something he could do while sitting on the couch. Plus, he could easily get your son involved in helping. Levi folded the laundry into stacks, and your son would go place the folded stacks into their appropriate locations.

You glanced up as you saw your son dutifully getting up every now and then with a freshly folded stack of laundry before disappearing into one of the bedrooms to organize the fabric into the drawers. He had the same jet black hair as Levi, and given the fact that he was almost as tall as Levi now, you would occasionally find yourself confusing the two when they popped up at the edge of your field of vision.

He looked up to Levi a lot, fascinated by the fact that his dad was a core soldier in the War. You were able to tell that he was always trying to model himself after him, picking up similar cleaning and eating habits, and even subtly modeling his outfits after his. It was cute, although Levi was more oblivious to it than you were.

Levi glanced up at him, noticing that he had fallen quiet and had just been staring at him for the past 5-10 minutes.

"What?" Levi asked with a raised eyebrow. "If you're impatient for another stack, go help your mother with sweeping or start wiping the dust off the tables."

"The tables are clean."

"If I find a single speck, I'm making you do the whole house all over again."

It was hard to tell if Levi was being serious or joking.

"Dad...can I ask you something?" he asked timidly.

"Yes, I will actually check the surfaces and will make you do it again."

Your son rapidly shook his head. "It's not that! It's..."

"It's what?"

"...can you help me cut my hair?" His voice was getting quieter each time he spoke.

"What's wrong with your hair now?"

Levi was able to vaguely notice that he was hunched over and avoiding eye contact, as if he was embarrassed about something. It was endearingly similar to the way that you reacted when you were wanting to ask him about something, but were too embarrassed to do it right off the bat.

"Spit it out already."

Levi leaned forward a bit as your son began to speak, but it was barely audible.

"What?" An annoyed tone was already creeping into Levi's voice in response to your teenage son mumbling incoherently.

"...was wanting an undercut like yours," he finally forced out, looking off to the side, with color rising up to his cheeks as he stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

Out of all the reasons that Levi could think of as to why your son would suddenly want a haircut when it looked perfectly fine, this was not one of them. His face immediately went from an unamused and slightly annoyed expression to a softer, reassuring one as his lips slightly upturned into a small smile.

Levi moved his bad knee up and down a few times, noting that his leg wasn't hurting too badly. It'd probably do him some good to take a break anyway.

"C'mon," Levi gestured for your son to follow as he began pushing himself off the couch. "I'll style it in the tub for you so your mother doesn't start throwing a fuss over the fact that she just swept."

"Oh shit, I forgot!" your son blurted out, covering his mouth once he realized he cursed out loud.

Levi slightly glanced at him for the verbal transgression, but otherwise didn't really care.

"Don't let her hear that."

"Mom says the same about you!" he protested.

Levi's eyebrows furrowed into a frown. "Says what about me?"

"Nothing!" your son exclaimed, which only earned him an overly suspicious look from his father.

After helping Levi step into the tub, he took a seat at the edge, with Levi sitting down on the stool that had been placed into the tub so that he wouldn't have to be on his knees as he trimmed your child's hair.

"Dad," your son eventually spoke up after a few minutes of silence as Levi got to work, "can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?"

"What was living in the Walls like?" he asked curiously. "When the Titans were alive? What was it like?"

Levi was quiet for a while as he tried to formulate his thoughts. The war against the Titans was certainly not one that one would want to remember or willingly bring up, but many of his comrades had fought next to him. No matter how you put it, the time before the Rumbling was a significant one that he didn't want to forget.

"...complicated," he eventually said. "We were doing a lot more than cleaning the house even on simple days."

He paused as he continued styling his hair.

"Maybe we'll take you to visit again once you're done with school this year."

After a few more minutes of quiet snips of the scissors against your son's jet black locks, Levi sighed and put the scissors down.

"All done," he announced. "Go take a look. Don't come crying to me about having to shave your head if you don't like it."

Levi watched as your son got up to run to the bathroom mirror in a mix of anxiety and excitement after Levi made his comment, his face lighting up once he saw his reflection.

If you were struggling with not getting them confused before, you were definitely going to struggle with it now.

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[justice-maul]

Hi maul!! Would it be cool if I requested Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy reader smut headcanons? (DomTop reader ofc) I know from your post that college is kicking your ass rn so take as much time as you want with this👌🏾👌🏾

Tony Stark x Younger Poolboy Male Reader | Headcanons

Word count: 2,344

Summary: Pepper and Tony are not together and this is set before Iron Man 3 before his mansion was destroyed

Author Note: Keep in mind, English isn’t my first language, thank you anon your very sweet and I love writing about Tony Stark I’m obsessed with this man 😩 I made it extra long as a peace offering lol 😭

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Tony, age gap (not specific), porn with plot, reader is muscular and tall, manhandling kink, cum, degrading praise, humiliation, mentions of rough sex, and making out

Tony was a playboy so things like pool parties were a must and when it got too dirty (cause he never cleans it after) he told his assistant Pepper to get a poolboy so she hired one paying before hand and he almost forgot about it until you came over,

Pepper happened to be out that day so when there was a knock on the door he was forced with a groan to go and answer it only to be completely awestruck by the man he saw

He could tell that you were younger then him and you were very attractive to say the least, you were tall and well built so even while you were introducing yourself as his poolboy and trying to be professional he was barely paying attention

"Do you have any experience as a pool boy or…?" He asked staring at you thoughtfully and then added after a few seconds “Actually, I don't really care, I just want to look at you"

He said with a playful smile and considering that Tony’s playboy ways weren’t exactly hidden from the public you weren’t that surprised only raising an eyebrow at the comment

“Do you want me to get started Mr. Stark?” You said clearing your throat to which he immediately nodded his lips curving into a smirk

"Yes but I want you to call me Tony" his eyes continuing to rake over your body intently as he talks "Well? Are you ready to get started?" He steps to the side giving you room to come in

“Sure… Tony.” You said with a small smile not being used to talking to a man as powerful as him so casually as you walked through his large mansion following behind him “So, Y/n, can you actually clean a pool or is that just an excuse to see me?” He says in a teasing voice

Trying to be a professional you ignored the flirtatious comment giving a small half chuckle “You don’t have to worry about that Tony, I know how to clean a pool,” You said with a reassuring smile as he lead you to your pool

“Well then, if you know how to clean the pool, I’ll let you get to work,” he said in a playful voice as he sat down in a chair by the pool, his arms crossed against his chest, watching you shamelessly with his sunglasses on and a wide grin on his lips as he watched you work for a while

“Your a really good at this Y/n, how about you come back and continue working as my pool boy?” He asks when he sees you done with the pool looking you up and down all over watching as your muscles flexed with your every move “Sure, I don’t mind doing that for you,”

"I'm going to give you my number so you can call me anytime handsome," he pulls out his wallet handing you a business card "You could go ahead and save that in your contacts,” he says with a wink before turning to leave going back to his work letting you see yourself out

And that’s how it all started, every week you’d come over and get work done for him and every time like there was nothing better to do, Tony would stand by and watch making the occasional flirty comments, and every time he planned some excuse for Pepper to leave for a long time so he could get some alone time with you

To say Tony had constant lust filled thoughts about his pool boy was an understatement, Tony was already usually dominant and always on top but every time he thought of Y/n he was on the bottom it was a completely new feeling to him one that he hasn’t experienced before but that only made him more excited and more… impatient. Every night was a new fantasy of the pool boy with different scenarios of Y/n manhandling him but soon the imagination wasn’t enough he wanted more and his body was begging for attention

You’ve been working for Tony for a while now and he asked you to come over and help him with the pool and like usual you came over, Tony opened the door, greeting you with his red robe on and only boxers underneath as he invited you in, like usual he watched you work but for some reason today seemed different, you’ve never seen Tony only wearing that and you couldn’t say it wasn’t enticing to see

He walked over to you once you were done and put his hands around your shoulders drawing you closer to him “Tell me Y/n… have you ever been with an older man?” he said looking up into your eyes, for once he was skipping past the teasing, like he was already somewhat begging as his eyes showed pure lust and desire behind them, he watched as you shook your head no and he chuckled softly smiling again

“Then I hope your ready to start with one…” he said in a flirtatious voice and moved one of his hands to slowly rub up and down your chest feeling the well decoupled muscles underneath his hand which caused you to suck in a breath as your eyes couldn’t help but scan over his exposed body and the look in your eyes almost him whimper as he continued to stroke your chest looking like he couldn’t wait to see your clothes off as well

"Well...are you sure you want to be a pool boy? I can think of a few other more... intimate things that you could be for me,” his voice dropped to a low and seductive tone voice as he moved his hands towards your muscular and well-developed biceps gently squeezing a little “I can still be your pool boy and do… other things,” you moved your hands to grab his waist pulling him closer to you gently rubbing his side as you looked his body over

"So...you like what you see, huh?" He said teasingly as he smirked before you then moved your hand underneath his robe and gently gripped his ass causing his face to flush and for a small moan to escape his lips “I can’t say I was expecting that…” he said with a smile on his face his voice still as needy as ever “but I liked it a lot,” his smile turned into a grin as he gently squeezed your biceps a little more

You chuckled “I know you like the attention,” and then pulled him in closer so your lengths were pressed right up against each other and you were kneading his cheeks with your hands "Do you want to make me the happiest man in the whole universe?… Because I think it might already be working. You just need to keep going." He said in a breathy voice biting his bottom lip in excitement before leaning in and whispering

“I like this attention…” he added giving a look of pure lust and want , “Well who said I was planning on stopping?” You said with a small smirk and gripped his cheeks a little harder he let out another moan of pleasure and his hands squeezed your biceps in an attempt to calm his heart that was practically beating out of his chest as he let out a small sigh “Oh this is exactly how I imagined it…” he said sucking a breath

“Well this isn’t the exact way I imagined it but it’s pretty close,” you whispered with a small chuckle as he stared at your face a small smile spreading on his lips “Well what did you imagine?…” he asked his voice was now more flirtatious and full of desire as his small smile turned into a large smirk as you leaned closer to him gently grabbing his neck, “That I had you bent over in your bedroom as you let me manhandle you the way I know you’d like.” You whispered lowly in his ear

Tony’s eyes widened as Y/n spoke in his ear in a way that made his whole body shake, and he began to breath more heavily, “Well what are you waiting for?… do it already,” he said almost begging as he looked up at you with helpless eyes, which you only made you grin wider in amusement watching as he was practically itching to just get a taste of what that would all be like, his mind immediately imagining all of the things you’d do to him…

And that’s how you ended up in Tony’s bedroom kissing him passionately still standing as your tongues glide against each other, his hands clawing at your back desperately trying to pull you close to him as you rubbed your cock against his hole through his boxers causing him to whine as he felt your hard on rub him in just the right way but he wanted more, he needed more… he’s never had someone inside him before and the thought made his body tremble with both nervousness and excitement

You step back and remove your shirt and Tony watches, the feeling of losing complete control for the first time is making this so much intense for him as he looks up at you “Tell me… how are you gonna use me?” He asks teasingly his voice dripping with desire as he looked your body over and you chuckled “I’d rather leave it a surprise.” you said not breaking eye contact with your piercing eyes which only made his heart beat faster in anticipation

"Now you made me curious...I can't wait to see what you're planning to do..." he whispers as he moves closer towards you, he still has his eyes locked on him, as he seems completely entranced by the man's powerful muscular body and presence. your eyes felt so...intimidating. Tony knows that whatever your planning, he is in for a good night “Come closer and I’ll show you,” is all you had to say before Tony took another step forward so your bodies were pressed up against each other again his heart practically pounding in his chest at thought of a younger man taking control of him

"Now we're very close, what are you waiting for?" He whispers as he stares into your eyes with lust, a smile on his face as he waits to see what your going to do to him “Don’t be impatient.” you say and cup Tony’s jaw and grabs his waist with a firm grip on both Tony's body seems to tremble a bit at your grip, their eyes are still locked, and Tony's breathing had gotten more heavy as he slowly nodded and your scent slowly started to fill his nose

Your hands begin to move around his body feeling him up as he practically melted at the whole thing his eyes half lidded still never left yours as you finally settled your hand right on his waist band which made his breath hitch in anticipation as you removed his clothes, and then removed yours…

The first was absolutely incredible for the both of you, Tony had never taken it from behind but he was glad his first time was with you, seeing his mouth hung open as you stretched out his hole and his noises only getter louder and needier, the older man who was known to make anyone crumble beneath him was coming undone in mere seconds just by you, and god, you felt blessed to see the sight, his back arched with sweat glistening his body, his red cock standing as it dripped a puddle of precum onto his stomach from the lack attention and his body shivering with anticipation, his head crawling with both fear and excitement at the new experience,

And of course once he got a small taste, he was greedy for more. You found yourself at Tony’s house almost every week fixing a new problem that would soon end up with the two of you doing it practically anywhere and everywhere in his house. You’ve fucked him on the kitchen counter, he’s sucked you off in the living room, and even had him against the wall, slowly his body didn’t react to anyone else anymore and he found himself calling you often and not even hiding behind an excuse like usual just plain on begging you to fuck him,

To say the man wasn’t tempting would be a lie, he’d whisper constantly in your ear all things he imagined you doing to him, or wear practically nothing every time you came around. To say he was desperate for attention was an understatement, he always craved it from everyone but now he only wanted it from you, he was never loud with anyone else but every time with you he felt like screaming in absolute ecstasy.

The sex was messy all around and pretty rough most of the time, not that Tony would have it any other way, he loved it when you messed him up, cumming inside of him or outside, he loves it most in his ass and on his face, he loves the messy and wet kisses you’d give him as you practically devoured him, the way you would move his body in a way you preferred like he was some type of toy to you. everything you did made his body shiver and he loved it,

He knew you were younger then him and that its considered strange having someone like that top and dominate an older man but the whole thing turned him on so much he couldn’t care less that a younger guy was doing all this to him, if anything the humiliation that someone like that could ruin him and make him into a begging mess only fueled him further, the degrading praise you’d give him, it made him go insane with pleasure.

You were the same too, you loved making fun of him in bed for letting someone younger then him who even works for him make him like this, you were his employee, you weren’t rich, or famous, and yet he let the same man he wouldn’t usually bat an eye at, use his body in every way you wanted, having someone he would consider low and beneath him do all this to him made him twice as needy and having such a powerful man under your control never ceased to feel anything but good, especially with a man like Tony Stark.

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[tkaulitzlvr]

hii i absolutely adore your writing it’s literally the best thing on this app!

since my birthday is in a week i just wanted to request a fic where it’s the readers birthday and tom and everyone is ignoring her and “forgot” it’s her birthday but it’s a part of tom’s plan bc he’s throwing a party for her and surprises her when she comes back home but later on in the night tom has another surprise for her if ykwim ;)

if you can’t get to this i understand but thank you for blessing the world w your writing <3

-🧪

BIRTHDAY SEX - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you wake up on your birthday, tom acting like he would any other day, bringing you to the conclusion that he had forgotten about your special day. little did you know, this was all part of his plan.

contents: tinyyy bit of angst, smut.

a/n: i’m so sorry for not posting for like a week wtf😭 i’ve gotten a lot of requests whilst i’ve been inactive so i’m gonna try work through them asap, but happy birthday anon hope u have an amazing day!! thank u so much for the request, hope i did it justice! 💞

my eyes slowly flutter open, staying half-lidded as the sun’s rays leak in from the small gap in the curtains, not used to the sudden exposure to light. i look downwards, bending my neck slightly, seeing tom’s arm thrown loosely across my stomach, quiet and steady snores escaping his parted lips as he sleeps. his face smushed against the pillow, body flat on his stomach, head nestled just above my shoulder, i know that he is in deep sleep, not planning to wake up anytime soon. the disappointed tinge in my stomach tightens once i realise this, expecting tom to already be awake, preparing me a special breakfast, showering me with gifts and kisses as he usually would on my birthday.

but the room is as it usually looks - no balloons, no presents, no banners, no candies; nothing. but i try to stay hopeful, considering the possibility that he had got up in the night, the array of gifts waiting for me downstairs. so i let him sleep a little longer, veins oozing with excitement as i hang fire, studying his expression for any sign that he is waking up, desperate to see what he had prepared for me, as he usually had a tendency to go all out for these occasions.

he stirs slowly, groaning a little as his arms stretch out, pulling me further into him. his eyes open, a lazy smile gracing his lips when he sees me. i stay quiet, waiting for him to acknowledge my special day, showering me with love and affection and reminding me of the day i have ahead of me. but my face falls at his words, more specifically, the lack of them.

“morning, beautiful.”

my eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if he is playing some sort of prank on me - not at all amused if he is. if he does sense my annoyance, he doesn’t acknowledge it, instead he dips his head into my neck so that his lips are brushing against it, and begins to plant slow and soft kisses there, hands occasionally squeezing the flesh of my hips. i don’t stop him, instead i allow the millions of questions in my mind to sit there, the sinking feeling in my stomach rising as i try to prevent the realisation that he has forgotten about my birthday truly feel real. there is no way - he’s never forgotten, even before we started dating, he’d always wish me happy birthday. however the more sloppy his kisses on my neck get, his lips smiling against it, body inching further into mine lazily as it would every other morning, it is clear that my fear has completely come true, and, somehow, he is totally unaware of how special this day is - to me, at least.

“you got any plans today, schatz?” he asks, head still buried into my neck as he speaks in between kisses, eventually moving it upwards so that he is now looking into my eyes, completely clueless.

internally, i want to slap him, scold him for having such a terrible memory and even being able to remotely forget about today. but, i decide to hold back, coming to the silent conclusion that i will go out elsewhere, with people who actually have the decency to remember my birthday unlike my boyfriend. so i shake my head, forcing my lips into a weak smile, my fingers reaching upwards to play with a loose dread falling from his face.

his eyebrows furrow, head tilting to the side as he senses something is wrong. my heart swells in excitement as i watch him appear to think something over, waiting for him to finally remember what day it is. but, i am quickly proven wrong as he is still just as clueless as he was five minutes ago.

“you okay? you seem upset.” he says, so absentmindedly i wonder if he is actually being serious. it seems that he is completely sincere, his hand moving to stroke my cheek as he awaits an answer, failing to understand that his obliviousness is the reason for my sadness.

“yeah i’m fine, just a little tired.” i reassure him, trying to make my smile seem a little more real, and, somehow he buys it, nodding his head and moving downwards to plant a tender kiss on my lips.

“okay, well the guys want me at the studio to rehearse.” he begins, pecking my lips a few more times, not noticing the way my face falls, in disbelief of this entire situation, having expected to be celebrating with him the whole day. “so i don’t know when i’ll be back. but we can watch a movie and order takeout or something tonight, mhm?”

“sounds great.” i say, sarcasm laced in my tone as i now feel anger more than anything. i reach my hands to his chest, placing them flat against it, pushing him off of my body as i sit up, turning around to get out of bed.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he quickly says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, kissing my shoulder as he pulls me further into him, my back flush against his chest.

“nothing tom. have fun with the band, text me when you’re finished, yeah?” i turn my head, pressing my lips to his in an attempt to shut him up, wanting to be as far away from him as possible right now, hoping that he is planning on leaving soon.

“if you’re sure.” he shrugs, pecking my lips once again before climbing out of bed, as i do the same. “i’m running late schatz, i’m gonna get dressed then i have to go.”

i nod my head as he takes a few steps towards me, wrapping his arms around my frame and embracing me in a tight hug, my head resting in his shoulder.

“i love you.” he whispers, his head resting on top of mine.

“love you too.” i quickly say, breaking apart from the hug. he kisses my forehead quickly, before walking over to the closet, picking out some baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt as he would every day. he hurriedly slips them on, tying his dreads in a ponytail and placing a matching cap on his head. he smooths out his t-shirt, walking over to me once more.

“i love you beautiful, see you tonight.” he says, swiftly kissing my lips before rushing out of our bedroom, the front door closing a few seconds later.

i sit down on the edge of the bed, my eyes clouding with tears, wondering what i could have done to make my own boyfriend forget about my birthday, feeling completely miserable. to make things even worse, i hadn’t received any messages from my friends, family - anybody.

but i tried to stay happy, remembering that even if tom had forgotten, my friends and i were still going out for my birthday meal tonight as we did every year.

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6:04pm, the time on my screen reads, reminding me that i should start getting ready, my birthday dinner booked for 7:30. tom hadn’t texted me all day, neither had anybody, yet i still had the hope that my friends were all getting ready too - feeling sick at the thought that it wasn’t just tom that had forgotten. but i didn’t want to think about him, my pent up anger and frustration going to be released when he came home from the studio, though i silently wished that he wouldn’t, not even wanting to see him.

i scan my closet, my fingers landing on a small black dress that i hadn’t worn yet, pulling it from the hanger and studying it, contemplating before nodding my head, taking my comfy clothes off and getting changed into it. i walk to the mirror, content with my appearance for once, the dress perfectly highlighting my curves, the material reaching mid-way down my thighs. my hair already straight as i had fixed it earlier, i move onto my makeup, applying basically everything as i take care in making sure i look perfect for tonight, not wanting anything else to go wrong.

finishing my lipstick, i move away from the mirror, adjusting my hair and running my fingers through it, removing any small knots. i check the time once again - 7:02pm. my eyes widen, realising that i have to leave, yet as i am rushing to get my heels on, my phone buzzes. i stop, placing my second heel on my foot before looking at the words on my screen.

so sorry girl, a family emergency has come up and the rest of the girls can’t make it. we will make it up to u i promise!! - 7:04pm

my eyes stare at the screen in disbelief, reading the words over and over again, wondering if i am imagining them as it seems impossible that so much has gone wrong in one day. i slump onto my bed, frustratedly kicking my heels off, trying to stop the tears forming in my eyes from falling - even if i’m not going out, my makeup still looks perfect, some pathetic tears aren’t going to ruin it. but before i can become too upset, my phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up as i roll my eyes, seeing that tom has finally texted me.

schatz, come to bill’s house. be quick if you can, it’s pretty important. i love you. - 7:08pm

my eyes widen, quickly picking up on the urgency of his text, my mind assuming that the worst has happened. i quickly rush to put my heels back on, not caring that i am dressed to go to a party, more focused on getting to tom as fast as i can, feeling so selfish for being mad that he hadn’t texted me all day, now worried sick as i scramble for my car keys, quickly rushing out of the front door.

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i pull up outside of bill’s house, the lights off, the entire place eerily quiet. having known him all my life, i no longer knock on his door, instead i walk straight in, my eyes met with an empty hallway.

“tom? bill?” i got your message, is everything okay?” i call out, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor as i walk into the kitchen, which is just as empty as the room before, my eyes furrowing in confusion, whatever tom needed me for clearly not as urgent as he had made out.

i turn around, about to leave the kitchen, but just as i am about to take my first step, my eyes are covered by two large hands, my body freezing in shock.

“guess who?” a familiar voice says, my body turning to be met with his cocky smile, his hands moving to rest on my hips as i stare at him in disbelief.

“tom? what the fuck, are you okay? is bill okay? i’ve been worried sick, what’s going-”

my rambling is cut off by tom pressing his lips to mine, smiling against them as he pulls away after a few seconds, my concern somehow amusing to him.

“shhh, come with me.” he mutters against my lips, taking my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen.

“what? where are we going? tom you’re driving me crazy what is going on?” i ask as he pulls me through the hallway, leading me outwards towards the garden.

“baby calm down. everything is fine.” he begins, stopping and turning to face me, taking my hands in his. “you look beautiful by the way.”

“thanks tom but that’s not-”

“schatz, just trust me okay? come on.” he interrupts, squeezing my hand as we continue to walk towards the garden. the double doors leading out to it are closed, heavy curtains draped over the glass, stopping me from seeing what is outside. tom moves the curtain a little, opening the door and stepping outside, my mouth falling open in shock.

my eyes are met with a crowd of all of my friends, a few people unfamiliar, some people that i recognise to be tom’s friends, as well as an array of balloons, food, alcohol, banners, the pool lit up as confetti decorates the outside of it.

“happy birthday!” a chorus of voice says, my hands flying to my mouth in shock, a wide smile on my face as i turn to tom, his eyes already on mine. i quickly pull him into a hug, so tight that his body stumbles backwards a little, but his arms soon wrap around my lower back, a proud grin etched upon his face.

“happy birthday meine liebe.” he says, raising his voice a little as the music that has just been turned on drowns out any other noise.

“how did you- i thought you forgot?” i question, pulling away from the hug, staying within his embrace as his arms remain on my hips. he chuckles lightly, shaking his head.

“how could i forget about my girl’s birthday? i’ve been planning this for so long. it’s been so hard to keep it a secret, and i hated making you upset this morning, i almost cracked when you got mad at me, but, seeing your reaction now makes it all worth it.” he says, eyes staring into mine.

i stand there speechless, unable to find the right words, wondering how he managed to pull this whole thing off. i pull his face towards mine, connecting our lips in a soft kiss, tom deepening it a little as he presses his lips harder onto mine. i pull away for breath, resting my forehead against his.

“it’s perfect, i don’t even know what to say. i love you.” i state, unable to hide my excitement.

“i love you too baby. now come on, let’s have fun.” he smiles, taking my hand and guiding me over to some of our friends.

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“there’s one more surprise for you.” tom whispers in my ear, giving my ass a rough squeeze as he smirks knowingly, the lustful tint within his eyes saying exactly what kind of surprise he is hinting towards.

we had been at the party for a few hours, certainly tipsy as everyone else was, yet it didn’t show any sign of ending soon, the music seeming to get louder, amount of alcohol coming from inside only increasing.

“oh yeah? and what’s that?” i ask, looking upwards at him, my hand running down his chest.

he chuckles slightly, bending down so his lips are level with my ear, his breathing tickling the area. “you’ll have to wait until we get home.” he teases, kissing the skin below my ear before moving back, taking a drink from his cup as his other arm remains around my shoulder.

“or we could just leave now.” i challenge, willing to play whatever game he thinks he has started, knowing that he will cave in.

“hmm.” he begins, titling his head, trying to make it look like he is debating on letting me win, though i can tell his mind was made the second i said the words. “you are the birthday girl, you’re in charge beautiful.”

he shrugs his shoulders, tongue poking outwards to play with his lip ring.

“then we’re leaving.” i state, taking his hand and saying my brief goodbyes to everybody, not being able to get out of the house fast enough.

we reach my car as i throw my keys over to tom, letting him drive as he is the more sober one out of the two of us, having only had one drink. the drive home is torturous, tom squeezing my thigh and whispering just the right things in my ear, knowing the effect that his words have on me, my legs squeezing together as the heat between them becomes unbearable.

he pulls up in the driveway, stepping out of the car and taking my hand, unlocking the front door. he guides me upstairs and into the bedroom, walking towards his closet and returning with a square black box. he places it in front of me as i sit on the bed, his body towering over me.

“happy birthday baby.” is all he says, watching me as i take the lid off of the box, revealing the most beautiful black lingerie set i had ever laid my eyes on. i take it out of the box, holding it in front of me as i stare at it in awe.

“i love it! thank you thank you thank you!” i squeal, standing on my knees on the edge of the bed and kissing his lips quickly.

“you gonna put it on for me? i’ve been waiting to see you in it since i bought it, been driving me crazy.” he whispers against my lips, teeth tugging my bottom lip gently as he slowly releases it, smirking slightly against me. “don’t keep me waiting any longer.”

i nod my head, pecking his lips once more before climbing off of the bed, heading into the bathroom and closing the door. i slip my dress off, netting it pool at my feet, before pulling the panties upwards and onto my body. the bra follows as i clip it on, adjusting the straps. i look at myself in the mirror, in shock of how well tom knows me. it fits perfectly, complimenting my figure in ways i didn’t know were possible.

i open the door, tom quickly turning to face me. his eyes widen, a grin taking over his expression as his tongue swipes across his bottom lip. he walks towards he, hands finding my hips as his fingers dip in and out of the lacy material of my panties, eyes burning into my figure. he bends down, pushing his lips against mine and quickly sliding his tongue in, groaning quietly against me.

his hands move under my thighs, squeezing the flesh as he uses them to lift me up, wrapping my legs against his torso. he walks us over to the bed, falling onto it as i collapse on top of him, never breaking the kiss. his fingers grace my figure, starting at my back, slowly moving to my ass as he kneads it roughly, using it to grind my body against him, his dick already hard through his jeans. i gasp into his mouth at the feeling, my hands cupping his face as i pull his lips harder against my own.

“better than i imagined.” he mutters against my lips, biting them softly. “you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

i moan lightly in response, pulling backwards to reach for his t-shirt, not liking that he is still fully dressed. he smirks at my desperation, helping me to pull his t-shirt off. i sit up, straddling him as he holds my waist, my fingers fiddling with the button of his jeans, scrambling to take them off. he sees me struggling, moving upwards a little, undoing the zipper and pulling them from his legs, my hips lifting upwards momentarily so that he can take them completely off.

he is now in his boxers, my hands tracing his abs as he reconnects our lips, his fingers reaching for the clasp of my bra, undoing it in one swift motion. i pull at his boxers, getting them off as i want nothing more than him to be inside of me.

“how do you want it baby?” he mutters against me, slipping my panties off as he speaks. “whatever you want beautiful, just let me make you feel good.”

his chest moves up and down, lips parted as his eyes stare into mine, awaiting my response. instead of voicing my needs verbally, i climb off of him, laying flat against the bed as i pull him on top of me, taking his dick and putting it at my entrance, letting him move fully inside of me.

my mouth falls open as he bottoms out, small whines escaping from my lips. my hands fly to his back, nails digging into the skin as they rake downwards, tom wincing as the slight pain only fuels his desire. he pulls almost completely out, before slamming into me, a loud moan leaving my lips at the exciting mix of pain and pleasure, able to tune out the slight discomfort and focus on the way he fills me up.

he groans against my lips, kissing them repeatedly as he moves in and out of me, building a steady pace. “fuck you feel so good.” he sighs, grabbing my legs and throwing them over his shoulders, the new angle causing me to practically scream in satisfaction, his tip drilling against my g-spot repeatedly.

“please don’t stop, right there, mhm!” i manage to say, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as his dick continues to stretch me out, hitting places that no one but him ever could.

my walls clench around him, a small groan coming from the base of his throat at my movement. “do that again baby- fuck, do it again.” he basically begs, his head falling backwards once i repeat my motions.

i attempt to kiss him, my movements against his lips sloppy and inconsistent, loud moans pouring from my mouth into his as he groans lowly, his pace speeding up, breathing becoming fast and heavy. his chest is flush against mine, bodies sticking together, the sound of our skin slapping together sounding throughout the room, a chorus of inaudible sounds leaving our lips as we chase our release.

“i’m close, keep going, please.” i beg, my voice coming out as a desperate whine. he nods his head in response, gripping my thighs harder, his muscles flexing with each movement as his thrusts become faster and stronger. his dick starts to twitch, signalling to me that he is close too.

“where do you want it baby?” he breathes out, his eyes squeezed shut, movements now becoming irregular.

“inside.” i moan out, not caring about the consequences right now, drunk on the feeling of his dick moving in and out of me.

he lets out a small ‘mhm’, his response soon cut off by a loud groan as he feel him shoot his hot cum into me, the liquid coating my walls, the sudden pressure triggering my own climax. the knot in my stomach unravels, a high pitched moan leaving my lips as i clutch onto him harder than i ever have before, watching the way his face twists in pleasure, head rolling backwards as he rocks his hips at a slow pace, riding out our highs.

he collapses on top of me, hands running up and down my waist as he places a small kiss on my collarbone before lazily muttering against my skin, his voice low and hoarse.

“happy fucking birthday.”

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[daneneedssleep]

I had a cute drabble idea with Arthur Morgan and I told myself I would write it down and potentially post it before I forgot

The Stars Aren’t as Pretty as You (Arthur Morgan x Reader)

Warnings: This is completely just tooth rotting fluff. Like so sweet and fluffy it’s better than fucking cotton candy. Reader has no Male or Female associations so it’s GN! :)

Ever since Arthur warmed up to you, he would let you talk about any simple facts you wanted to tell him. He would always listen and pay attention to you, even occasionally writing some of the more helpful things you talk about down in his journal. Arthur always had a small smile on his face when you would go on rants about what you saw in town or who you met in the plains and he got into the habit of sitting next to you and sketching you just to hear you talk and see your face.

Tonight was somewhat different. You had gone into town with Arthur but it was late in the night when you were returning back to camp so you both decided to set camp in the plains. He knew you were gonna start talking about something and he sat in silence waiting for you to speak up.

“The Stars are so pretty aren’t they?” You asked Arthur, lying on your back to look up at the constellation filled night sky.

Arthur lays next to you, his eyes raking over the sky as he relaxes from the view and your company. “They are…” he replies quietly, his eyes glancing over at you beside him. Even laying beside him you were the most precious thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

You pipe up again, smiling fondly as you point to different constellations. “That’s Ursa Major… oh and that’s the Big Dipper. See?” You point to the direction of the star formations.

Arthur smiles and points at the same thing you are. “Yeah I see it”

You chuckle and glance over at Arthur. God he’s so handsome. “Did you know stars are big balls of heat and fire? Like the sun but a lot farther away…” You ask Arthur, still smiling to yourself. You loved talking to Arthur about different things. About your day, the animals you saw or hunted, people you met, and other things that you hoped Arthur found as interesting as you did…

“Huh… I never really understood that… they’re still pretty though” Arthur says softly, his blue eyes sparkling like the stars.

“Not as pretty as you…” You replied softly, glancing over at Arthur.

He couldn’t help but smile.

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[stormflower8]

take some south asian!ballister headcanons

okay so ballister is, at least partially, based off of his va, Riz Ahmed, who is south asian/pakistani (like me!) and speaks Urdu (like me!), so I think I have some stuff to throw in the Headcanon Pot

when ballister was in the orphanage before he did his whole Jump The Gate Out Of Spite And Desire To Become A Knight, he primarily spoke Urdu and was in the process of learning english

also, when people learn english in countries that don't speak english, they typically learn british english, which ties in nicely to ballister's canon accent

this means that he had to learn a fair amount of english at the institute

he might've also been bullied for his questionable grammar and accent by todd and the other knights

ambrosius did his best to help in teaching ballister english and mostly helped in his grammar and vocabulary. they went through a little phase where ballister would pick up more obscure objects and ambrosius would say the english word for them.

ambrosius has only heard ballister speak urdu a handful of times, but every time it happens, he swears he falls a little more in love with him

after he was regarded as completely fluent in english, he didn't speak much urdu, but he never forgot it

post-canon, he once went on a tangent in urdu and nimona heard him and her jaw just DROPPED

"you're bilingual?? why didn't you tell me??" "you never brought it up...?" (doesn't think it's a big deal)

she thinks it's the coolest thing ever and went through a phase where she tried to piss off ballister JUST to hear him talk in urdu

eventually, he realized what was going on and had to sit her down and explain "you don't have to do all that, all you have to do is ask and I'll talk to you in urdu."

she definitely exploited that eagerly, but she still occasionally does the whole "piss him off just to hear the rambling of Words She Doesn't Understand" for fun

ballister has absolutely no idea that both ambrosius and nimona love how he speaks urdu or he would talk way more in it

honestly I love the concept of ballister speaking urdu, but almost always when I'm speaking urdu it's for a joke, so I've kinda ruined that language for myself LMAO

also, about the south asian thing of eating pretty much everything with one's hands,

first day in the mess hall. ballister grabs the food that looks the most familiar to him- rice

sits down at a table alone and starts to eat with his hands (or is it "eat with his hand"? he's only using one hand to eat but it feels strange to have hand in singular here)

immediately todd, who was going to go pick on him anyways, notices and makes a huge deal about it

the next day, ballister did his best to work with the fork, but it was an adjustment and he stuck out like a sore thumb with his clumsiness with the utensils

when he was befriended by ambrosius, they would sit together in the mess hall

at first, ambrosius tried to help ballister become more comfortable using utensils, and ballister was eager to learn

until one day he just thinks to himself "what am I doing? the same thing as todd but nicer?"

that's when he starts sneaking meals into his room so he and ballister can eat in there together- alone, peacefully, and with whatever damn utensils (or lack thereof) they want

ballister would eat with his hands, ambrosius used chopsticks, they would chill and vibe and, when they got older, slowly fall in love (or quickly, if you're ambrosius simp goldenlion)

ballister also teaches ambrosius how to eat with his hands there, and in turn, ambrosius teaches him how to use chopsticks

they continue to eat together in that room all the way until the knighting ceremony, and it was one of their favorite routines

post-canon, the trio had rice for a meal, and nimona saw ballister eat with his hands (probably his flesh hand- even though, culturally, you're supposed to eat with your right hand, I think a prosthetic is a pretty damn good exception)

she stared in shock for a few moments, then slowly dropped her fork and attempted to mimic his motions

ballister noticed and was flattered beyond measure, and was more than happy to help her out

rice is the ONE AND ONLY thing ballister can (and is allowed to) cook, so he makes it whenever he can

and when he makes it, everyone eats it however the hell they want, society standards be damned

I have more south asian related headcanons, but this is long enough already, so I'll do a part two later! :D

-Storm

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