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sebastianstanisahotmf · 8 months

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Forbidden fruit

Steve Rogers x Fem!reader

A/N Hey guys I'm re-posting all my fics. Also all mistakes are my own and comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated xoxo

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH (I WARNED YOU)

Summary Your dad's best friend, Steve pays you a visit. (idk how to summarise this)

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings fluff, Unprotected sex (use protection because you're not fictional), daddy kink, squirting, spitting, the word slut used like once or twice and one slap.

You weren’t expecting anyone today. Between your dad being at work and the lack of plans on your part you didn’t expect the loud knocks on the door at 4 o’clock in the afternoon. You cautiously tiptoed over to the door and looked through the peephole. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding when you saw it was Steve. You opened the door with a smile and tried not to stare at the man in front of you. After all he was your dad’s best friend.

“Hey darlin’ is your dad in?” Steve questioned while looking you up and down.

You were wearing some sweatpants and a t-shirt that belonged to your dad. You were home all day so you didn’t bother to put nicer clothes on.

“N-no” you stuttered trying not to focus on the wetness that is now soaking through your panties.

“He told me he wasn’t at work today” Steve said while walking into the kitchen to help himself to a beer.

“He said something about an emergency. I’m not sure though I wasn’t listening properly” you replied.

“I thought you were a good girl” Steve replied with a smirk.

You could feel your cheeks heating up with the praise.

“I-I was in the shower when he told me”

I wish I was there Steve thought as he looked at you hungrily.

“Actually I was here to see you princess” Steve said while watching your face closely.

“me?” you questioned.

“yes. I wanted to know if you meant to send me the photos of your pretty tits and the video of you playing with your pretty pussy.”

Oh my fucking god y/n you thought to yourself. “o-oh I-I’m really sorry Steve t-they weren’t meant to be sent to you.”

“who were they meant for then? Because they better not have been for a boy who doesn’t know how to treat a girl like you right.” Steve said bitterly. “Have you had sex with him before?” you nodded slowly watching Steve’s face for his reaction. “how many times has he made you cum?”

“well...” you replied looking at the floor.

“You’re joking. He had a pretty thing like you at his fingertips and he didn’t make you cum once. I think we should make another video to show your friend so he knows how to treat a girl like you.”

“I-I don’t think we should do this,” you replied.

“He’ll be home in about 45 minutes. That’s more than enough time to get those sexy legs of yours quivering and you screaming my name like a prayer.”

All you could do was whimper in response as Steve stepped closer to you. He brought his hand up to your face and brushed his thumb over your lips. You opened your mouth, and Steve pressed his thumb onto your tongue. You closed your lips around his thumb and sucked, which elicited a deep moan from Steve. He removed his thumb from your mouth and softly grasped your chin to make you look at him.

“Before we do anything, I want to set some rules,” he said sternly.

“O-okay,” you whimpered.

“Firstly, I need to know if you know what the traffic light system is.”

“I, umm, I know what it is.”

“Good girl. I want you to use it at any time, especially if you don’t like something that I’m doing or if you just want to slow down. I don’t care about anything but your well-being. Do you understand?” he questioned in a serious tone.

“Okay,” you replied while crossing your legs.

“Secondly, I’m going to have my way with you, but if you disobey me, I will have to spank you. And most importantly, you are to call me daddy and only daddy. Am I clear?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you almost whispered.

“Good girl,” he growled.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against his chest.

“No bra?” he questioned.

You shook your head. You put your left hand on his chest and your right one on his cheek. He leaned down, and you reached up to meet his lips. It started off tame until Steve licked across your lips. You instantly opened your mouth and welcomed his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, a fight that would always be won by Steve.

He moved his hands to your ass and told you to jump.

You pulled back. “Are you sure?” you questioned.

Steve looked at you like you were crazy. “Did I stutter? I said jump. So you’re gonna jump, and I’m gonna carry you to your bedroom, and then I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Better than any guy your age can.”

You decided that Steve didn’t care and jumped. He caught you and wrapped your legs around his waist. You started to kiss him again as he made his way upstairs with you. Luckily you had left your bedroom door open do all he had to do was kick it so you both could fit through the doorway. He dropped you on your bed and then started to strip his clothes off. However, you were visibly disappointed when he didn’t take his tight boxers off. You could see his bulge and it looked too big to be real.

“see something you like?” he said with a smirk on his face. Then, he looked you in the eyes and said “strip. I want everything off.”

“ok daddy” you replied whilst taking your clothes off with shaky hands.

Once you got your panties off, Steve took them out of your hand and put them on top of his pile of clothes.

“they’re mine now”

All you could do was whimper in response.

“lay back” he ordered.

You did as he said and then he laid down on his front between your legs. He grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his head.

He looked up at you and said, “I want you to suffocate me with your pussy. I mean it, if I die then I’ll die a happy man. Also, I want both hands in my hair. They move, I stop. Do you understand?”

“y-yes daddy,” you replied a shiver running down your spine.

You buried your hands into Steve’s soft strands of hair and pulled which made him groan.

He leaned forward and you tightened your legs. He smiled to himself before he dived in. He started with long languid licks from your hole to your clit. Making sure to leave nowhere untouched by his tongue. He licked into your pussy while his thumb swiped over your bundle of nerves.

You pulled hard on his hair making him groan once again. He shook his head so he could get deeper and decided to change his tactics.

He rubbed two fingers up and down your wetness, pushed them inside and curled them. The moan you let out made Steve grind his hardness into the mattress. He started to suck on your clit and you pulled as hard as you could on his hair.

“OH FUCK DADDY.” You screamed. “I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum.” You chanted.

Steve carried on what he was doing. Well he had no choice. Your legs were so tight around his head now that he couldn’t move. He couldn’t be in a better position if he tried. It was like being in heaven.

You let out an earth shattering squeal as you came. Steve carried on as your legs quivered and your hands tried to push his head away. The overstimulation feeling like too much. Steve added another finger and curled them hard against your g-spot. He got into a rhythm of harshly thrusting his fingers in and out of you while he sucked as hard as he could on your clit.

Then, a weird pressure started to build. One that you had never felt before. It felt like you needed to pee.

“daddy it feels weird. Daddy I’m gonna cum gonna cum again.” You shouted.

He carried on with his movements and then suddenly he pulled his fingers out of you. He continued you roughly rub two fingers across your clit even as you writhed and your legs shook. He put an arm across your waist as he continued his ministrations.

Then suddenly you came. Your release squirted out of you while Steve continued to rub your swollen and almost painful bundle of nerves.

“DADDY!” You squealed and then you shouted, “YELLOW.” The feeling was pleasurable but it felt too much. You just needed everything to slow down.

Steve removed his hand and put his other one on your cheek as his thumb stroked the skin under your eye.

“Are you ok baby? Do you want to slow down or stop?” he asked in a soft voice.

“I just want to slow down. It just got a little too much. I can go again now. I-it’s just that I needed a break.” You breathlessly replied.

“Ok baby but if its too much just tell me. I won’t be mad.”

“ok daddy.”

Steve leaned down and whispered “good girl” into your ear making goose bumps form all over your body.

“Daddyyyyy.” You whined. “I need you”

“what do you need baby?” he said while smiling softly at you.

“I need you inside me. Please please daddy!”

“Good girl. Such. A. Good. Girl.” Steve punctuated each word with a kiss.

He started to kiss from your lips to your neck where he started to kiss and bite you leaving a trail of marks. You tangled your hands into his hair, pulling on the strands.

Steve groaned as he grinded his erection into your leg. He kissed down to your breasts where he sucked your left nipple into his mouth. He bit down on it which made you groan. He then switched his attention to the other nipple.

Once he felt like your nipples had had enough attention, he started to kiss his way back up to your lips.

He sat back on his legs and started to remove his boxers. As he pulled them down his legs, his large cock sprung up and laid flat against his stomach. The red tip was leaking a steady stream of precum.

You sat up and reached out for Steve’s cock and grasped it. You started to pump his cock up and down occasionally twisting your hand as you reached the sensitive head whilst using his precum as lube. He let out a loud groan.

You got closer so that you could lean down and take his member into your mouth. You sucked harder as you got to the tip. Once you had a steady rhythm, Steve put a hand on either side of you head and started to fuck your mouth.

“If you need me to stop just tap on my thigh twice” He gritted out.

He held your head down so that your nose was buried in the hairs at the base of his cock. Then he pulled back and carried on thrusting into your mouth. As he got close to cumming, he pulled out and picked you up.

Steve laid you down on your back and then kneeled between your open legs. He shuffled closer and grabbed his cock. He started to run the tip up and down your folds.

“Daddy please. Fuck me please daddy please!” you pleaded desperately.

“ok, ok, baby” he said looking at you with lust blown eyes.

He grabbed his member and pushed it inside you. You moaned and you arched your back as he slowly entered you. Steve stilled for a few seconds to let you get used to his size.

“Steve please!” you begged, desperate for Steve to pound you into the mattress.

“what did you call me?” Steve snarled and slapped you around your face.

You moaned and clenched around him making him hiss.

“sorry daddy sorry I just want you to fuck me. PLEASE!” you pleaded.

“you want me to fuck you really hard do you?” Steve said as you nodded your head. He chuckled and then put his hand around your neck squeezing gently. “ok then I’ll fuck you but don’t expect me to stop you slut.”

Steve started to pound into you. His hips slapping against yours while his balls slap against your ass. His thrusts were quick and sharp not allowing you any time to move away.

Steve grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders. He leant down and you were practically folded in half. What he did next surprised you. Steve used his spare hand to hold down your jaw while he spat into your mouth. He removed his hand and you automatically swallowed and opened your mouth again.

“Such a fucking slut wanting my spit. Dirty girl.” Steve said while spitting into your mouth again.

You swallowed. Then, Steve snaked the hand that he used to open your jaw down to your clit and started to rub it quickly. Your legs started to shake and your back arched off the bed.

“Are you gonna cum my dumb slut?” you nodded. “Tell daddy. Tell him you’re a dumb cumslut” Steve started to thrust faster which you didn’t know was possible.

“I-I’m a-a cumslut. D-daddy’s cums-slut. I’m gonna cum daddy. I’m gonna cum.” You sobbed while your legs shook and the feeling at the bottom of your stomach grew.

“that’s it good girl” Steve groaned. “good girl, such a good girl for daddy.”

That’s when the band inside you snapped and you came for the final time. Your last released squired out of you and drenched Steve’s cock and thighs.

“good girl. Such a good cumslut.”steve moaned his thrusts losing their rhythm. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum”

“daddy cum inside me please daddy please. Want your cum inside me. Please!”

That was it for Steve. He was a goner. His hips stilled as his spend pumped inside you.

You both stayed like that for a while until Steve suddenly got up. You whined at the loss of contact but your attention was now on Steve picking up your phone.

“Open it please baby. I want to send a video of my spunk dripping out of you to that little shit who thinks he deserved you”

You whimpered at his possessive tone and took your phone out of his hand to put the password in. Steve then clicked on the camera and took a video of your still pulsing hole which had his spend leaking out of it.

Steve stopped the video and sent it to your friend. Then he laid on top of you with his head on your breasts while you ran your fingers through his hair.

You both stayed like that for a while until your phone rang. Steve rolled over beside you with a groan and you picked up your phone.

“shit, it’s my dad.” You said as you answered the call. “Hey dad what’s up?”

“Nothing sweetheart I’m just calling to say I’m gonna be home 30 minutes late today.”

“o-ok I’ll see you later. Bye dad, love you”

“bye love you too.”

You put the phone down and looked at Steve with a smile on your face. “we have an extra 30 minutes”

“good. Now I can take care of you the way you deserve.” Steve picked you up and took you to the bathroom down the hallway.

He sat you on the toilet so you could pee while he went back into the bedroom to take the sheets off your bed. After you were finished in the bathroom, you called Steve back in. He picked you up again and placed you on the counter.

“where are the towels?” Steve asked.

“in the cupboard under this counter.” You said, smiling softly at Steve.

“ok then darlin’. You get the shower going and I’ll get a change of clothes and towels ready before I join you.” He smiled and then slapped your ass when you walked over to the shower.

You yelped in response but carried on with the task you had been given. Once the shower was to your preferred temperature, you got under the spray and got your hair wet.

Just as you were about to reach for your body wash Steve had entered the shower and came up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your hair. You turned around in his arms and leaned up to kiss him.

Then you reached out for your dad’s shower gel and squirted some of it on a loofah. Then, you thoroughly cleaned Steve’s body and then his hair. Once you had finished, Steve decided to return the favour.

These simple acts felt intimate but you knew you couldn’t have a relationship with Steve. It was like he was forbidden fruit since he was your dad’s best friend. How would your dad react to that?

After Steve had finished cleaning your body and hair, you both got out of the shower. Steve decided had that you didn’t need to walk yet.

He put you down once you reached the bedroom and then you both started to get dressed which gave you an opportunity to look Steve over and appreciate his chiselled body.

“you’re staring baby” Steve said while laughing.

Your cheeks started to heat up again but that was short lived since Steve dragged you back into bed so you could cuddle. Your head was on Steve’s chest while his arm was around you and your leg was thrown over his waist.

Your peaceful moment was torn apart by the sound of a key in the front door. You and Steve jumped out of bed and started to panic

“hey its OK, I’ll quickly go downstairs and tell your dad that you was getting changed. Ok?”

“ok I’ll wait a few minutes before coming down stairs then” you agreed.

“good girl” Steve whispered in your ear before kissing you on the lips and then on your forehead.

He ran downstairs and into the kitchen to pick up his beer and talk to your dad. All this happened while you were still thinking about what you and Steve had just done and how it would change your relationship.

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heiayen · 7 months

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so, when i die, which i must do neuvillette x gn!reader

summary: "how unfortunate it was, that the later you longed for… never came. not how you wished for it to do." of fate's cruel joke and tragedy

tags: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, braiding neuvie's hair!! fluff/angst. reader gets shot but it isn't described in details. not proofread

notes: i don't know how to write neuvillette. alsooo at first it was meant to just be a fluffy fic of braiding neuvie's hair but thanks to écrin network yall are getting angst <3 and yes. the title is mitski lyrics

Every morning, you would wake up early to braid Neuvillette's hair.

It started as something small at first, as hushed morning conversations in bed, with your fingers lazily braiding a strand of his hair. It was always sloppy, a little out of shape and you would always unbraid it before he would leave the bed— and you back to sleep, but… it was here. Always was here, a quiet declaration of your love for him.

Only with time did it evolve into actual braids. You remembered clearly this one time when you woke up in surprisingly good spirits and with the sudden urge to properly braid his hair.

He didn't refuse, because how could he? Seeing the shine in your eyes as you asked him, his only choice was to say yes.

He looked beautiful, you remembered.

The braid wasn't perfect, no, far from it even. One of the three strands was a little thicker than the other, the shape was a little off at the end but, really, you just woke up minutes ago and were running on nothing but pure will and adoration for this man. You'd make a perfect braid for him later, you said to yourself.

And as your hands moved to brush your fingers through the strands to free his hair from the plait, he stopped you.

He wanted to wear it for the rest of the day, you remembered him saying. That he didn't care about it not being perfect.

It was yours and it made you happy.

He looked so beautiful, smiling softly at you.

That day marked the beginning of your little tradition of braiding his hair every morning, and today was no different, accompanied by your rambling about the upcoming day.

"…wish I could sleep longer today, though. Right after I am done with the fighting, I will go to your office and take a nap there."

Today was an important day for you. You were one of the Champion Duelists, known for your elegant, but efficient swordplay, and today you had a duel to win. You were confident in your skills and, if anything, more worried for the man who challenged you. He didn't seem like someone adept at swords enough to win, but if he wished to fight for his honor, then it was his choice.

"You are welcome to do as you wish, love. But be careful during the duel." Came his reply in a low voice, with traces of morning sleepiness evident in his tone, "I don't want anything to happen to you."

You appreciated his concern despite your confidence. It made warmth bloom somewhere inside you, as you continued gently brushing his long hair.

"Only Clorinde surpasses my skills as a fighter, there's no reason for you to worry about me." You said softly, finally putting the brush away and starting to part his hair, "But no matter, I will be careful either way."

You leaned to peck his cheek before you went back to braiding. You and Neuvillette talked about mundane things for the rest of it. You shared your plans for the rest of the day, how you planned to meet up with Clorinde in the afternoon, feed her some good desserts or just food because, archons, you two finally managed to find a moment of free time to meet up and talk and you wouldn't pass on the occasion to share your favorite sweets and other dishes, no.

When you were finally finished, you tied it with his usual ribbon and moved from your place behind him to get up from bed. You stood in front of him, smiling.

"It's all done!" You clapped your hands and gestured at Neuvillette with your hands, "You can now go and do your important court duties, dove."

A small chuckle slipped past his lips and he reached out to hold your hands, tug you a little closer to him.

"Thank you, love." He got up and placed a gentle kiss on each of your hands, for your hard work, "I'll be waiting for you to come later."

You wished the later could come faster and that today wasn't so busy for you both. How you wished to spend the entire day with just him, his loving embrace, and the blooming warmth in your chest.

"Me too."

How unfortunate it was, that the later you longed for… never came. Not how you wished for it to do.

In all of your confidence you failed to notice the conspiracy, the tragedy brewing behind the shadows. You took your safety for granted, believing you wouldn't get hurt because why? You were so good at it, and the man who challenged you barely seemed to know how to hold his blade and–

Maybe that was your undoing. The damned self-confidence that prevented you from understanding what was really happening before it was too late.

Only when someone yelled in the crowd, the defeated man smiled wickedly at you from the ground, only when your eyes met the gun's barrel did you realize that your safety never was granted, and that being the Iudex's lover had its price one you didn't wish to pay any soon.

He was your beloved, your Neuvillette in the warm embrace of your arms and at home. Your lover, for whom you would do anything, even if it meant waking up early just to braid his hair and sleepily mumble into his shoulder, your fingers doing the job on their own but in people's eyes you were one of the Champion Duelists, someone important to the Iudex of Fontaine, a playing card in a greater scheme of revenge.

Right.

Before you could react, the bullet hit its goal and you fell to the ground, gasping in shock and scowling in pain. You stared at the man who shot you before someone came and dragged him away, another person trying to move you away, but you could already feel your consciousness slowly slipping away from you.

You weren't ready to pay with your life for simply loving, and yet the decision was made for you.

Your lips parted as you tried to say your lover's name before losing consciousness but you barely managed to utter it, light as a whisper and as lovely as a prayer.

Oh, no.

You didn't want to leave him. Not yet, not anytime soon, not at all, not before spending an eternity with him. Was it foolish to wish for it? To wish for something impossible, yet something your heart longed for?

You wanted to braid his hair again, get all the rainbow roses and other flowers, and ribbons, and weave it into the strands. You wanted to kiss him once more, share your favorite desserts, and talk about your day to him, sleep peacefully knowing he was next to you, knowing that you were–

To think about it, you never were safe, not with how fate loved cruel jokes and tragedy.

Someone's warm, gloved hand cupped your cheek and soon, you could feel the first drops of rain on your skin. You wanted to speak an apology into his palm, but you didn't have enough strength for it anymore.

It seemed the rain wouldn't stop for a long time.

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nomadstucky · 4 months

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Title: I'm so in love with you. Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader WC: ~3.7K Content Warnings: SMUT (Unprotected, Simon is a biiiit of a bottom, Simon likes being bit) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, feels, Reader gets injured, angst but it does have a good/happy ending. I know I just posted a Simon Riley fic, but the brain rot DO be brain rotting. My current hyperfixation. I have lots of other stories half-written or fleshed out for all the characters I write for, and I am getting to them, I promise!!

Wonderfully beta'd by the ever amazing @universitypenguin - if you have not read anything Alice has posted, please do so! The Princess and The Lawyer is AMAZING!!

Requests are open, feel free to submit, and to those who already have, I promise I am working on them!!

It was moments like these that you genuinely dreaded, sometimes wishing that you had chosen something different. Everyone, even now, always questioned why this was the career chosen. You had never been able to fully answer, always giving a vague, ‘I’m in it for the same reasons everyone else is.’ Never truly knew why, what pulled you here.

The satisfaction when you had won was unlike any other, but so were the nightmares. The constant replay of the field, the battles, the close calls that could have ended up much worse. It was never about you, no, rather your teammates. The close calls they faced, that were your fault. If you had been a few seconds quicker, or had just slowed down and aimed properly, you could’ve avoided these moments.

That’s where you currently found yourself, in a meeting with Captain Price, and Lieutenant Riley. Both very terrifying men. At least, Price was trying to make it easier on you, giving soft smiles, and ‘Ghost, relax. Everyone makes mistakes.’

A bite of ‘doesn’t matter, they should be able to conduct themselves properly.’ Was fired back. It was no secret the Lieutenant had a distaste for you. Maybe because you were ‘reckless’ as he had described you multiple times. Perhaps it was because at the end of the day he ended up having to save you more than once. Soap had attempted to calm your nerves one day, explaining ‘he gets like this with everyone. ‘S not just you.’

You saw the way he acted upon passing. With other soldiers, it was a very slight almost imperceptible nod of his head, but for you the ever-present scowl on his face seemed to deepen. No matter what you had tried, you could never get that recognition that you so desperately wanted.

“Captain,” you said, gaining his attention, “W-While I appreciate the help, he’s not wrong. I-I don’t agree with the way he’s making his points, but I should’ve been paying more attention. Gaz could’ve been seriously hurt i—“

“He could’ve been killed! Because of you!” Ghost’s voice boomed across the Captain’s office. You jumped in your seat.

“You’re absolutely right,” you said looking at Ghost, “and I am sorry.”

He grunted in response, before stalking out of the room.

“Ignore him, he’s stressed out over the next mission.”

You shook your head, “He’s right. Gaz could’ve died because of my mistake.” The guilt sat stationary in your chest.

Price offered a sympathetic smile, “Ghost’s has also had some close calls. That is very similar to the potential today. We all have had some pretty close calls. Don’t let him get in your head.”

You nodded, and rose from the chair on a shaky breath, “thank you.”

Price nodded, “You’re welcome. There’s a debriefing in an hour.” He reminded.

You nodded and walked out to get ready for the meeting.

Three hours later you had found yourself in the middle of the battlefield. According to Price, it should’ve been an ‘easy’ mission. Gather the intel and get out, you hadn’t planned for the ambush. You had been almost positive you were safe, hidden behind a barrel, Ghost beside you. That was until you caught sight of the enemy behind you.

You caught them raising their gun, aiming for the lieutenant. Soap screamed for him, you pushed him clean out of the way before hearing two gunshots ring out. One of which had pierced the enemy, knocking him down instantly. The other lodged itself into your thigh. You didn’t quite register the shot at first. Not until Soap was by your side.

“Just go. Scan the perimeter, make sure there’s no more, make sure Gaz has the intel.” You spoke before he even had a chance to say anything to you. Soap ran off, you sat yourself down, still hiding behind the barrel. Your hand weakly pressing against the wound in your thigh.

You leaned your head back against the barrel, closing your eyes as your hand was replaced by Ghost’s gloved appendage. You whined as he put more pressure than you had been. “I know, I know. Stay with me.”

You giggled softly, “ironic, isn’t it?” Your head rolled to the side. “This time it wasn’t you saving me.”

You watched Ghost’s eyes pass between your face and your leg repeatedly. His voice became distorted as he spoke into the walkie on his shoulder, more than likely explaining the situation to Price, and Gaz. Your eyelids grew heavy, so you opted to keep them closed.

You could hear the concern in Ghost’s voice, but you could no longer hear the words. Could still feel the gloved hand pushing at your skin, but no longer the pain. You slowly allowed yourself to fall into the unconsciousness pulling at you.

You came to, to the sounds of beeping and hushed voices. Confused, you opened your eyes, “Jesus.” You squinted, looking around. You found Price, and Ghost by your bedside.

“Hey. How do you feel?” Price spoke, keeping his voice soft.

“What happened?” Your voice came out weak. Ghost handed you a small paper cup with a straw. Noting he didn’t have the gloves on anymore.

“Drink this. Small Sips. ” He spoke. You took it, taking a small sip as he instructed.

“You were shot.” Price spoke up again, and everything came back to you, “You were lucky. The bullet missed the femoral artery. Small fracture, you’re off for the next 8 to 12 weeks.”

“8 to 12 weeks?” Your eyes widened, “No, Price there has to be a mistake! Surely it won’t take that long!” You handed the cup back to Ghost.

“That’s what the doctor has said, and that’s what we’re going by.” Price told you before his phone went off, and he walked out to take the call.

You groaned, throwing your head back into the pillows. Ghost chuckled before handing you the cup again, “I bet you’re really regretting taking that bullet for me now huh?”

You looked over at him, “not at all,” you smiled, “but I have to ask, where’d the gloves go?”

You heard, more than saw, the audible gulp he took. “Had to take them off.”

You nodded like you understood the implication of what he was saying. Which you did. You remembered him pressing his hands down against the wound trying to get the blood to clot. Saw how your blood stained the white part of the skeleton fabric.

When you looked back up at him, you could see the fear. For once you saw your strong-willed, cold-hearted lieutenant, genuinely scared. For you. Like he was reliving what happened. Like he couldn’t believe you were still here.

The word lucky rattled around in your brain. Echoing Price’s infliction. You were incredibly lucky, though you weren’t sure you’d admit it out loud. Something had shifted. You weren’t able to pinpoint exactly what, but something in the air of your hospital room felt different.

The aftermath of a mission always did funky things to you. Things you could never fully understand. Adding to that, the fact that you had been out of commission for the last 10 weeks. You had been a little rusty. Which was how you found yourself being dragged out to Ghost’s office. You were sure that he was mad, that he was going to berate you when he called you to his office. However, he led you past his office, and into his personal quarters. “You’re always such a problem.” He said as he closed the door behind you.

“I didn’t see it!” You watched him.

“I’m not saying anything.” He defended.

“You are! You’re saying that I’m a problem.”

“Because you are. I consistently am having to step in and save your ass because you’re so reckless.”

“You can’t seriously sit there and get caught up in the few times you’ve saved me! Are you serious?! This is a fucking joke. You’re a fucking joke.” Your voice raised, anger shooting through your body.

Ghost glared at you. “I’M the joke?! You must really think highly of yourself!”

“Highl— What?! This is. No. No! I’m leaving. I will not allow you to sit here and treat me like this.” You stomped towards the door. You didn’t make it very far, before Ghost’s hand wrapped around your upper arm.

“Do you care so little for your own life?” He spun you around to face him.

”What?”

“Honestly, you’re reckless on the field, you almost stepped on a damn landmine today!! You took a bullet for me!”

“I told you, I didn’t see it! I’m not reckless, and who knows what would have happened if I had let the bullet hit you! You could’ve died! I wasn’t willing to watch anything happen to you, when I could’ve helped!”

“Why?!”

“Because I care about you! Because the thought of you not being here hurts me more than I want to admit! Because the thought of not hearing your fucking voice every day, scares me!” You shouted, feeling the tears come to the surface of your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of him.

The shock of your words had Ghost releasing his grip on you, if only slightly. You shook your head. “Forget it.” you sniffled and opened the door walking further down the hallway. Ghost snapped to his senses, and called you, but you were out of his sight.

You had asked Price for some extra time. “A few more weeks, I want to make sure that I’m ready to be on the field again.” Was what you had told him, when in reality, you wanted to prolong your solitude. You hadn’t spoken to Ghost since your outburst, but he seemed content in letting it happen. Leaving you alone.

Sure, you had run into each other a few times, damn near impossible not to, but never spoken to each other. In the time that you hadn’t been on missions, you spent it in your room reading, or in the gym trying to strengthen yourself.

The boys had come back from another successful mission, elated but bruised. You smiled and hugged each of them with the exception of Ghost. You merely nodded at him, he stood stoic as ever.

Soap threw his arm around you before leading you inside, with everyone following, “You’ll have to come with us on the next one. It’ll be just like old times!” He sang.

You giggled, “yeah, maybe. We’ll see how I’m feeling.”

“Well, at least come out to drink with us tonight! We’re heading to Bar Code.” Soap shook your shoulders lightly. He was always in a good mood after a successful mission.

You nodded, “Sure.”

That was how you found yourself in civilian clothing, sitting across from Price. Just shooting the shit with the boys reminded you of old times, better times. Price called your name, “you’ve been training. A lot harder than we’ve seen you before.”

You smiled, knowing it was a compliment of the highest form, “Thank you, sir. I just want to make sure that I’m ready to be back in the field.”

“So, I can count on you for the next one then?”

Your smile widened, as you nodded, and Soap and Gaz whooped and cheered. “Well!” Gaz was the one to throw his arm around you this time, “I say that’s cause for celebrations! I’ll go get more drinks.”

He moved to stand, but you put your hand on top of his on your shoulder, “let me.” You giggled as he withdrew and stood, walking over to the bar.

Ordering what you knew everyone liked, you leant against the bar as you waited for the drinks. A slimy looking man slid next to you, “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?” He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

“Oh,” you said quietly, moving away slightly, “I’m not alone. Here with some friends.” Of course Ghost had caught sight of him before he got close to you.

The man followed you, before a hand reached out to grip your waist, pulling you closer. You leaned away. “C’mon. Don’t be like that. I bet they won’t even notice if you’re gone.” You could smell the alcohol on him before he even opened his mouth.

You kept pushing at his chest, getting more alarmed by the moment, “I-I’m flattered, but not interested,” you looked around for someone, anyone to help you, but found no one. “I really should get back to my friends.”

In an instant, Ghost was by your side. Unwrapping the stranger's hand from you before pulling you behind him. “You okay?” He looked over his shoulder at you.

You nodded, and walked to the table silently. From what you saw the unknown man backed down pretty quickly, given Ghost was still in his tac gear, minus the vest.

Ghost had come back with the drinks and set them down. Not another word was said between you and him for the rest of the night.

Getting back to the base, everyone went their separate ways. Everyone except Ghost who pulled you with him into an empty barracks room. It was a standard room, with a bed in the back corner, small desk and lamp on the right side, and an armoire on the left. “Ghost.. What do–”

“Simon.” He cut you off.

You tilted your head, confused. “Call me Simon. Please.”

“Okay… Simon. Is there something you need?”

His eyes fluttered shut as you said his name. “I think a conversation is needed.”

“Conversation about what?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“What did you mean?” His eyes opened, solely focusing on your face, your reaction to him. “You said you care about me. But there’s so many things that could mean.”

You took a deep breath in, and dropped your arms. “I’m exhausted. We can talk about this later.” You turned for the door.

Simon muttered your name, “You and I both know if you walk out of here, this conversation won’t ever happen.” His voice stopped you from moving any further. “Please.” His voice softened to a whisper.

“You’re a big boy, Simon. I’m sure you can figure it out. Given the context.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Why? So you can embarrass me some more? To make me relive that specific part of the conversation for days? I already have. I shouldn’t have said anything, it was vastly inappropriate.”

Simon shook his head, stepping closer to you. “Tell me. Please.”

A shiver flew down your spine. “You make it sound so easy. It won’t fix anything.”

Simon stayed quiet behind you. He was close enough at this point to feel the body heat he gave off. You sighed, defeated. “I care about you.” You whisper.

“And what does that mean?” Simon whispered back.

You closed your eyes, staying quiet. This time when he said your name, he coated it in adoration, in awe. Pressing his body even closer, you caved.

“I’m into you.” You felt his forehead come to rest on your shoulder.

“Again.” He commanded, softly as his arm wrapped around your waist.

You smiled, biting your lip, “I like you.”

Simon pulled you back so you were fully flush against him. “Again.”

“I have feelings for you.”

His grip tightened, hand moving to your hip as he spun you to face him. “Once more.” He watched you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I am so in love with you it hurts sometimes.”

“Yeah?” He breathed, and you nodded as his face drew closer.

“Yeah” you whispered moments before he pushed his mask up just past his nose, and kissed you.

Fuck, he was good. He knew how to hook you in, one hand resting on the hinge of your jaw, and the other on your waist. Pulling you in, while simultaneously keeping you where he wanted you.

You couldn’t resist kissing back, placing your hands firmly on his chest. You could feel the low rumble he let out. Pulling away for a second, Simon dragged his thumb down the center of your lips. Your breathing was rapid, your mind felt like it was in the clouds.

Without thinking, you leaned back in to capture his lips this time. His hands drifted down your body, before tapping the backs of your thighs. You shook your head only slightly to still keep your lips attached to his.

He grunted into your mouth, before crouching slightly, and lifting you into his arms. You gasped before breaking apart, “Simon, put me down.”

You saw his lips pull up into a smirk, “gladly” you watched his mouth form the word. He walked over, tightening his grip only moments before dropping you against the mattress.

You squealed softly, before this mountain of a man was sprawled out on top of you, reattaching his lips to any skin he could find. Kissing down your face, to your neck. Hands pawing at your body, lifting your shirt to caress your skin. You whined, before sitting up only enough to pull your shirt off.

“Atta girl.” Simon praised before reattaching his mouth to yours. His hands roaming your body, gently groping along his way as he finds the buttons on your jeans and slides them along with your panties off in one motion.

You truly don’t know what came over you, the need to have Simon under you, succumbing to whatever you wanted, was overwhelming.

So that was exactly what you decided to do, as you heaved your body so you had him pinned beneath you. The surprise of it alone had him pulling away from you. Hands coming to rest on your thighs.

You made a show of removing your bra, the accompanying groan from him as you removed the last article of clothing was satisfying. You carefully slid down his body, removing articles of clothing as you went, until he was completely naked, and completely at your mercy. You looked down at him, your lip between your teeth.

“Not so big and bad now are you?” You spoke softly, lining Simon’s leaking cock with your entrance, not able to stand another moment of the teasing.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, baby.” Simon gritted out.

“Me? Never” You spoke, sliding him inside until you were flush with his hips. Gasping, as he gently bucked up into you.

The grunt Simon let out had you clenching around him. His hands clasped around your hips, expletives being whispered into the air around you two.

You brought yourself up just enough for him to slide out enough, before dropping yourself back down. “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” Simon whined.

The sound alone had you falling forward, hands coming up to catch yourself on his chest. You let out a moan, as his hands roamed your body. “C’mon. Need me to take the lead?” He teased.

You bit your lip as you straightened yourself out, and started bouncing on his cock. Simon’s head rolled back further into the pillow. Small chants of yes left his mouth. You glanced down at him, completely at your mercy, and you let out a borderline pornographic moan.

Simon’s neck had been on full display, the veins distended, almost inviting. He was clenching his teeth, so as to keep all those little sounds in. Eventually, the intrusive thought won and you leant forward. Lips and teeth sucking a bright red hickey into his neck. “Oh, Fuck.” Simon mewled.

Laving your tongue over the new mark, you felt a swell of pride. “Can’t take it?” You whispered into his ear, gently biting down on his earlobe. Simon let out a high pitched whine. “Who knew Simon Riley liked being bitten huh?”

His hands settled back on your hips, “please” he grunted.

You cooed, straightening and planting your hands on his chest once again, as you worked yourself against his cock. “Awwww. D’you wanna cum?”

Increasing your speed, you could feel the stutter in his breath under your hands. One of his hands running up your back, to cup the back of your neck, pulling you down.

Capturing your lips, he kissed any and all smart comments, and thoughts out of your head. Simon pulled away from you enough to let out a long, drawn out moan, as your hips stuttered, and you felt the warmth of his cum flooding you.

You gasped, not expecting it so quickly. The pure, unadulterated power you felt in this moment was enormous. You just made big, bad, cold-hearted Simon Riley cum before you.

Simon’s hands fell to your thighs, gently running his fingers over where the bullet had entered, “shit.” breathing labored, unable to think.

You looked down at him, breathing picking up, eyes wide. “One more.” You surprised even yourself. “Give me one more. Si, just one more.” You spoke, grinding your hips against his.

He grunted your name, “I can’t.”

“Yes, yes you can. Gimme one more. You’re such a good boy, Si. You can gimme one more, yeah?” You whined, resuming bouncing on his cock once more.

Simon whimpered, “Please.”

“Yeah, there it is. Look at you. Letting me use you like this. Fuck. So good for me, yeah?”

You watched Simon’s eyes roll back in his head, mouth open just slightly, allowing all the little noises loose. The little moans, hiccups, and half whines. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t getting to you.

“You’re so hot like this. Can’t shut you up, can I?” You spoke, hips faltering.

Soft chants of please left Simon’s pretty pink lips, head rolling from side to side. He was a sight. “Gonna cum again for me, Si?” You taunted him.

Simon hiccuped, and nodded furiously. His entire body tensed, letting out an absolute wrecked moan, you once again felt the warmth of his seed, which only triggered your own orgasm this time.

Head thrown back, grinding your hips before slowing to a complete stop. Slowly you lifted yourself on your knees and climbed off him. Simon chuckled as you collapsed beside him.

“That definitely was not expected.” You wheezed out, attempting to catch your breath.

“What part?” Simon smirked, pulling his mask back down.

“All of it.” You yawned, and curled into his side.

“We can dissect it in the morning, get some rest.” Simon ran his hand along your back gently, and you fell asleep in no time.

#reader insert #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon riley #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost smut #simon 'ghost' riley x you #simon 'ghost' riley smut #ghost cod

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ador3him · 2 years

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Hello! How are you? I've had a request in mind and since they're barely any streamer!reader fics...

If you could write dynamic between quackity and streamer!reader. And they have best friends to lovers energy. I don't know if it's enough but i would appreciate if you could write it.

pairing: quackity x gn!reader

requested: yes by @klaire-jinx

warnings: maybe swearing?? not proofread (yes thats a warning lol)

word count: 824

a/n: finally wrote this ah!!! imma start posting daily maybe?? send some requests !

“Chat!” Quackity sings whilst tapping his index finger with his hand on y/n’s knee which is out of the cameras’ sight.

“Chat!” y/n sings along with him. They grab Quackity’s hand trying to keep him relaxed knowing he is a bit nervous and sad for this stream. It is their final stream in their “meetup era” as they like to call it. They have been together for the past month after being online best friends for 2 years. y/n is also a streamer who met Quackity the day he joined the DreamSMP, of course they knew who he was before that, but they never talked to him until he officially joined. So, from the day he joined 2 years ago y/n made sure to talk to him everyday and they did which led to them becoming inseparable despite their clear physical distance.

They were about to announce that this was going to be the final stream as y/n must leave the next day to go back home. Both are devastated but they know they can’t stay together forever, even with the lingering feelings between them.

“We have an announcement,” Quackity sighs, hesitating to tell the fans what’s happening. Chat start assuming that they are announcing they are going to move in together or that they are dating. This makes him smile, knowing that chat would be okay with them living together or them dating. Obviously, that wasn’t the announcement, but he so wished it was.

“This is the final meetup era stream,” y/n says for him, they rest their head on his shoulder still holding this hand discretely under his desk. Chat goes wild, most of them are sad begging for more streams but there is the random ‘yes!’ or ‘finally’ making y/n frown slightly.

They straighten their back and let go of Quackity’s hand and start responding to chat making small talk. Quackity just sits there silent, admiring them in their element. Streaming is one of the only things keeping y/n happy about them leaving knowing that they can go home and stream with Quackity via discord. Although it won’t be the same.

Quackity doesn’t talk much through the stream, he occasionally gets up to get drinks or snacks knowing the stream will last a couple hours. They play a couple games like FNAF and Minecraft, but it all forced happiness, every joke he makes feel so fake and y/n notices this. They also notice the lingering touches and glances. He constantly has his hand on their mid-thigh sometimes lightly but when a dono comes in saying something bad about their friendship he tightens his grip. This is different through the last however many streams they have done together Quackity has never been this protective nor touchy usually he pushes them away if y/n so much as lays their head on his shoulder.

The stream starts to wrap up at 2am 3 hours before y/ns’ flight home is scheduled. Quackity and y/n want some time alone together to really say their goodbyes properly. So, when he clicks ‘End Stream’ he drags y/n to his couch and opens Netflix playing some random romcom he knows y/n will like. Quackity opens his arms and pulls y/n into his grasp spooning them, their back pressing against his chest and their legs entangled. This foreign position sets y/n off slightly. Yes, they were leaving but not for good, they have already planned a holiday for Quackity to visit them at their house in 2 months, so this was completely deeper than them leaving.

“What is your problem, Alex? You’re so touchy today, I’m not leaving forever!” they groan turning themselves around, so they were face to face on the couch. Quackity is stunned by the sudden voice raise.

“I am going to miss you, I am sorry geez,” he mumbles sitting up and climbing over y/ns’ body.

“Yeah, obviously I will miss you as well but this is a bit extra, bro,”

“Bro?”

“Shut up this is about you and your clinginess,”

“I can’t tell you why I am so clingy after you call me bro, bro,”

y/n freezes. Shit. This is totally what they think it is, Quackity has feelings for them. It makes sense, complete sense but honestly y/n was to blind to notice it and to notice themselves starting to like him as well.

“Please don’t just stare at me like that, y/n.” Quackity drags his hand over his face embarrassed.

“You like-“ y/n gets cut off.

“-Don’t say it,”

“But it’s true?”

He just nods hiding his face in his hands. He takes a seat on the couch and y/n gets off.

“Look at me please, Alex,” their soft voice is too irresistible to ignore.

“I am sorry,” He says looking up at them, they cup his cheeks with their hands and place a kiss on his forehead, then nose, then finally a soft lingering kiss on his lips.

“Don’t be sorry, love,”

#mcyt quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity angst #quackity fluff #quackity x reader #quackity #cc!quackity #mcyt x reader #mcyt angst

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Come Back To Me

Holland March x Mrs March

Summary: Nightmare or dream? Why not both.

Author's notes: Written as part one to @heresthestorymorningglory's heartbreakingly gorgeous Holland x reader fic, Of Dreams And Dances, which came about after she had a dream that eerily coincided with the contents of a deleted scene I was watching from what turned out to be one of our favourite films. Of which the main theme is coincidences. Coincidence or not, it resulted in us teaming up to explore Holland as a husband and a father, and what his future could look like.

Warnings/content: fluff, angst, mentions of pregnancy (and conception — one nsfw line from holland midway through), alcohol

It had been a quiet Saturday. All three of them, taking advantage of some rare time at home to relax together.

Holland had a case. Technically. It wasn’t one he was particularly worried about, just a simple problem he could string out for more cash while doing the bare minimum. And with a relatively new baby at home, who could blame him?

Well, Holly wasn’t really a baby. Holly was three and a half years old now. But he still called her his baby, wishing the time hadn’t moved so fast since she was born, hoping that she wouldn’t grow up too fast and have to take on the horrors of responsibility in the real world too soon. He wanted to protect her for as long as he could, be a better dad to her than his own father was to him. Let her have the childhood he wished he’d had.

So he would take the money, regardless of the morals involved, and use it all for her, to build her a future.

He still remembered the moment in the hospital when his wife had looked up at him, glowing after a horribly long labour, and said, ‘She’s perfect. I want to name her Holly. After you.’

His heart broke every time he remembered that moment, because already, at three years old it seemed too long ago. But he wanted to live in it forever.

Today had been almost as perfect, the entire world shut out as they enjoyed their perfect little bubble in their perfect little house, Holland not even bothering to dress properly and his wife feeding him chocolates and making him tea “the English way” — whatever the fuck that meant — reading to each other and to Holly, playing hide and seek with her between naps and lazing around. It was heaven. He was in heaven.

‘Holland, darling, put some music on!’ His wife cooed when she appeared from upstairs, finding Holland slumped over the kitchen table. She tugged at his shoulder. ‘Come on, let’s dance.’

Holland didn’t budge for a moment, lost in a haze of melancholy nostalgia. His life was completely perfect, he knew that, so why couldn’t he live in the moment and just fucking enjoy it instead of lamenting how three years had passed so suddenly? Four, if you counted the pregnancy.

‘Holland, darling, what’s the matter?’ his wife pressed, sitting down on the chair beside him and laying her head on the table too.

He loved that about her. She always got on his level, always managed to soothe him back to her so easily.

He slowly lifted his head and his big, round, blue eyes locked on hers, glistening with something unreadable. ‘I wanna have another one.’

‘Another one what?’

‘Another baby.’

‘Oh-’

Before she could even really answer, he had sprung up, his chair crashing to the floor behind him, and he had offered his hand out, pulling her close to him when she took it, and breathing her in as she pressed close. She felt so warm against him.

‘You can’t name the next one after me, too, though. It’s gonna get silly.’

She chuckled against his chest, swaying with him. ‘Why, how many little Hollands are you planning?’

‘Oh, hundreds. I was thinking, we should try for twins this time, get two in one go.’

‘Steady, Holland, you’re not the one carrying them. Besides I don’t think it works like that.’

‘I’m serious — what do you eat to get twins?’

‘I’m not sure…’

‘Whatever it is, I'll find out and I’ll make it for you every day,’ he leaned closer to her ear, whispering, ‘and I’ll pump you full of me every night until your belly is full with our children.’

She giggled, slapping him playfully on the chest. ‘I would have a hundred children with you, you know that?’

‘Wanna start tonight?’

She looked up at him, smiling at his dumb but seductive expression. ‘Yes I absolutely do. And I’ll do my best to get you twins.’

He kissed her tenderly, arms tightening around her shoulders as they swayed.

There was no music. There didn’t need to be. He hummed, though, low against her ear, the tune of her favourite song, gradually adding in the words until he was serenading her.

‘Dad-’

Holland looked up, toward the stairs but Holly hadn’t appeared at the top, looking for him.

‘Dad.’

‘Honey? Was that-’

But his wife was silent, face buried against his chest.

‘Dad!’

Rubbing at the wedding band around his finger with his thumb, he closed his eyes, it was there. It was safe.

When he opened his eyes again, Holly was in front of him.

He grasped for his wife, arms flailing in front of him, but there was nothing. She was gone. So was the ring.

And Holly was… older. Almost ten years older by the look of her.

Had he fallen asleep dancing with his wife? He needed to get back to her, needed to snap out of whatever vision this was.

‘Dad, wake up!’

‘Believe me, I’m trying,’ he slurred, mouth struggling around the words. ‘Why am I wet?’

‘Because you’re in the tub again. I told you to get undressed next time. You’re gonna ruin all your suits!’

Holland groaned. The water was cold and he was shivering. It felt real. This was no vision, no dream. This was real.

‘You need to get up, Mr. Healy’s here to see you.’ Holly growled with frustration and turned on her heal, storming out of the bathroom to carry on making breakfast.

‘Tell him I’ll be out in ten minutes,’ Holland grunted, flopping back into the cold water and closing his eyes. ‘Come back to me,’ he breathed, her song playing on loop in his mind all the while, ‘come back to me. We were gonna make twins, come back-’

#not s f w 💀#holland march x mrs march #holland march angst #holland march fluff #holland march fic #holland march #the nice guys fic #the nice guys 2016 #the nice guys #ryan gosling fluff #ryan gosling angst #ryan gosling fic #ryan gosling #ken-dom writes

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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—𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘈 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

► SYNOPSIS:

Jin has a point to prove to his brothers, so he shows up at the Christmas party with you by his side, introducing you as his girlfriend - an actual, serious relationship for once!

With complicated feelings forming in your heart, you consider being the main reason why his plan fails.

UPDATE: Part two of this can now be found here! - Yours For New Year's Morning

▍jin x reader (not belle!) ▍rating: G ▍tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship; Christmas Party; Reader is not Belle; Drama; Ambiguous/Open Ending ▍wordcount: 1,732

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▍a/n: Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates! Regardless if you do or not, I'm wishing you a great day today and I hope you can enjoy this fic! ❤

Written for mine and @voltage-vixen’s ‘Tis The Season For Love challenge!

PROMPT: Being the MC/LI's fake date for a Christmas party/ball

"Oh, this? This is my girlfriend. Be sure to treat her well."

Jin makes a show of casually getting himself a drink from the nearby table, his curiosity about his brothers' reaction barely hidden as he tries not to eye them from the corner of his eye. You free yourself from Jin's (too tight) grasp in order to do a curtsy and introduce yourself to them more properly.

"Girlfriend? Is this how you call your one night stands now?"

"Jin, don’t fool the poor girl. She seems like a decent one."

"Whatever, I'm going to the dessert table."

Jin's previous posture reeking of triumph is quick to deflate as a vein protrudes on his forehead.

"C'mon, you don't have to be assholes on Christmas. She's my actual girlfriend! You're being awfully disrespectful towards her!"

Seeing that even his closest brother Leon shrugs as he lifts his own glass to his lips, Jin feels defeated. He's tired of playing the role of the supportive big brother for everyone but then they apparently feel free to turn their back on him. And here he was, thinking that he'd prove a point - thinking that they'd finally change their opinion about him, seeing that he is in a serious relationship for once.

He clicks his tongue as you ignore him for Luke, who is currently assigning you a dessert judged on what you told him about your preferences for sweets. Truth to be told, the young prince is doing a better job at entertaining you than your actual date - and he has his cheeks stuffed half of the time while talking to you! It should be clicking for Jin already that you're not very impressed of the little show he put up, and you're done playing your part.

Jin forgoes getting himself a dessert for the time being, even if his expression is turning sourer and sourer with each passing second. As an answer to your uninterested glare, he removes himself from your sight.

You spot him flirting with some girls on the terrace, and strangely enough, it bothers you. It must be because, well, opposed to what he might have thought, you actually took your role as his date seriously - so much, that the scene hurt a little. No, it's not your heart that hurts, but your pride - at that moment, you're even worse than those girls that surround the eldest prince.

At the end of the night they might get something out of it - something you're definitely not interested in - while you're left on your own in a world you don't belong to, filled with glamour and uncomfortable shoes and polite laughter muffled behind a gloved hand… You're never doing this for everyone again, be it the most loyal customer of your tavern, a royalty, or even the damn future king of Rhodolite.

You only accepted this humiliation because, in your eyes, Jin was humiliating himself more than you do right now, that one night some time ago. He had his eyes on you, but interestingly enough, he didn't aim to get you in his bed - at least that's what he says - claiming that, instead, you'd be perfect to play his pretend date. You offered him to finish the rest of the ale barrel in exchange for you attending that Christmas ball as his girlfriend, granted that he can pay for it, too. You knew he'd fail. The more he drank, the more he opened up - and his purple-haired buddy seemed to be enjoying the spectacle.

You came to know that Jin is wealthy enough to propose paying for the tables of the whole tavern. You also came to know some spicy details about his life after midnight that you didn't ask about.

Oh, and, that he is a prince.

This guy is hopeless you thought back then, hearing him babble something about noone else being fit for the job of being his pretend date, because all of them would come back running to him the next morning with demands. For someone who is such a player, you didn't expect him to send girls home after one night. But, whatever, it has nothing to do with you.

You agreed out of pity. It was getting very late and he truly almost downed everything; he even left enough money for you to close the tavern for a week without significant financial losses.

Now that you see him flirting to his heart's content at the terrace, visibly having forgotten all about your existence, you're not feeling a tad of pity towards him. You didn't care who his brothers were, you wanted to do something and you wanted to do it now.

You made sure they're all present when you called for Jin in a feigned sweet and polite tone. Out of curiosity in your change of tone, they actually came closer - the most drama-loving ones way closer than others who kept their distance.

For a moment, they might've wondered if they're going to witness a reveal of an engagement or something, between you and Jin. It made your grin wider.

Looking at a puzzled Jin, you raise your glass as if in a toast - then splash the contents all over Jin's clothes.

"I'm sorry to whoever is left disappointed, but between me and the first prince there is nothing. I thus sincerely hope your brother learns how to treat women right. Thank you for your time."

And then you turn and leave, getting yourself one last mini pastry from the dessert table.

As much as you wanted to see Jin's defeated expression one last time tonight, you give up after you witness the one who introduced himself as Nokto giving a pouch of gold coins to the purple haired one, muttering something about losing a bet. You knew this whole family was filled with assholes, with small exceptions.

You walk out of the hall and down the stairs that lead to the exit, and the music grows quiet behind your back. Finishing the pasty in two bites, you sadly discover that all the sugar in it isn't enough to wash down the bitterness in your mouth. Hugging your arms to yourself, you brace yourself for meeting with the freezing night's weather outside and you curse the piled up snow that gets in the way between you and the opportunity to finally kick off the annoying high-heeled shoes.

"Hey, wait!"

And you bet you could've run away from this jerk way faster without the heels, too!

"What do you want, Jin?"

"I'm sorry, I know you probably never want to see me again." Jin starts, huffs of warm breath escaping his mouth as if he's ran a mile. For someone as careless as he is - at least that's what you thought - he is being actually considerate of not overstepping the boundaries of your personal space, removing himself from it with a step backwards when he notices he's too close. You might as well listen to what he has to say before you two part ways.

"Thank you for coming here."

"Your plan was a total failure and I helped for that."

Taking another step away from him and closer to the exit, you realize what's hanging above the doors.

"You asshole! I knew you weren't so kind to simply come see me off-"

"Wh-" Jin follows where your gaze just darted to, a mistletoe hanging above the doors, and his eyes widen, blush suddenly coloring his cheeks. "No, you got it wrong, I wasn't intending to-"

As you crossed the threshold, Jin mindlessly followed you outside - but then you turn around and hold him at the entrance. The warmth of his cheeks is as evident in color as it is evident to the touch, as your lips plant a kiss on his side.

"Here, now you have no reason to chase after me. I know you normally go all the way, but you only get a kiss from tonight's catch. Now you can cross me from your list."

Jin stands dumfounded, unable to do anything at all if you were to run away right this instant, anything more than simply watch you go. But you linger for a little longer, your lips stupidly curling in a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Jin. I hope you learn how to treat women right."

Snow crunches under your feet, and you promise yourself not to look back - at Jin, or at the palace that you likely won't get to see so close ever again. But just as you thought he had no comebacks for you, you hear him shout.

"I told them we'll be together for New Years!"

"What?!"

You do a half-turn before Jin strides to your side, and you practically fulfil your promise of not looking back… but that doesn't make things any better. Jin and you walk side by side towards the lined up carriages and you simply stare at him, waiting for answers.

"My brothers. I told them we simply had a fight and that they are going to see you again on New Year's… I don't know if they believed me, though." He opens the door of one carriage for you, gesturing you in as he sees that you're frozen in place, "What, do you think I'm going to let you go home on your own at this hour?"

"Jin, there is no way they're going to fall for it twice-"

"Is that a yes?"

Once inside, you gaze at him, his face hidden in the dark part of the carriage where lamplight doesn't penetrate. Yet his reddish-brown eyes seem to shine as they stare back at yours with the optimism of a fool. You note that Jin almost seems…pretty, up this close. No wonder why women fall for his tricks.

"You might as well take shifts at the tavern at this point.

"Alright, Boss. I happen to be free tomorrow morning, I'll come around."

You watch his exchange with the coachman and slump against the window settling for the ride, seeing that it has started snowing outside. You can't believe you kissed this guy a few minutes ago.

"What, aren't you a prince? You must have every morning free."

"Oh please, you have no idea what it is like! You met every one of my brothers, right? Let me tell you how we rank from most to least likely to slack off."

"I didn't ask."

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Florist!Nagito x reader , Like a flower craves for the light of the sun

#. — an unfinished fanfic so far, more chapters tba in the future!

#. contents! — f!reader , slight komahina, slight chiakixreader, angst with a happy ending, alternate universe, no deaths or violence, depictions of BPD, smut, but, a LOT further into the fic, slowburn, nagito is a florist, reader is socially inept.

#. word count! — 3.7k .

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" Again, I'm terribly sorry for just-"

" Don't worry Peko...t's fine. "

You cut your assistant worker off as she started to apologise, you knew that it wasn't here fault that you hadn't been given the correct itinerary of fabrics needed, and you could have checked a little more thoroughly, being honest, but a part of you just wanted to get on with the work.

Peko was standing near your desk, where you were sat, a lamp next to you as you fiddled with your sewing machine, you had fabric draped over your furnishings, the floor, everywhere you can name it, because you knew you'd pick it all up, so the little mess was just convenient for the now. She wove a hand through one of her braids, twirling them around as she watched you work. " I can try to get you a later deadline, if that would be better? " she suggested to you, which you immediately shook your head to, the hum of the machine made her jump a little, as you hadn't warned her you were about to start, she was cute, you'd thought, you were lucky you'd been given such a nice assistant, even though you had insisted that you did not need, nor want one.

" Nah, I'll be fine Peko, seriously. " Your voice had quietened as you were now beginning to get focused, your hands carefully guiding the dress. " You should go home, I'm sure your boyfriend misses you. " You said with a hint of teasing in your tone.

Peko sighed, " You'll be staying up through morning, no? I'll stay to make sure you don't end up collapsing. " She replied seriously, she knew you wouldn't just decide to take a break on something so important to you, so, she had already planned to stay, she had called Fuyuhiko before this to let him know of your new arrangements, which, she had decided, but knew you wouldn't argue against them.

" Fine, Fine, but if you get bored, you can always leave. " You had wanted to thank Peko, but the words " Thank you " just didn't end up coming from your lips, you really were awkward at this, you weren't sure why you had even been given the ability to speak, since you couldn't even convey your thoughts properly. You hoped that she knew you were grateful, but, it was rare for her cover to slip too, although, maybe that's why the two of you got along so well.

Peko just nodded in reply, before wandering off into your kitchen, she knew you hadn't ate anything yet, and she didn't want you to end up dying of starvation, so she decided whilst you worked she was going to cook you something, so you would take at least a minimal break before sewing your fingers together. She rummaged around in your kitchen, and settled on making you linguini. You had quite a lot of pasta in, as in your words " It's quick and easy, why wouldn't I have so much of it? " It's not that she disagreed, she just wished you would eat more than just pasta, and the occasional snack.

She set a pan up on the stove, and turned the oven on, she looked back at you, you were completely focused on your work, yet, your eyes were clouded over with something that Peko couldn't quite figure out, maybe something good had happened to you today? She hoped so, you deserved more nice things than the mediocrity you normally received. She filled the pan with pasta, and sprinkled a bit of salt into it, She was making enough for the both of you, because she didn't want you to start nagging at her to eat as well, she knew you'd feel odd if she just sat and watched you do so.

She would often cook for you, and you never seemed to argue, she had came to her own conclusion that you weren't very well versed when it came to cooking, she would offer to teach you, but a part of her wasn't sure if the two of you were actually friends, or if you only let her do this because it was a work relationship, and if that were all. Peko had thought you disliked her at first, saying she really didn't need to help you, and things along those lines, she wasn't sure if just the thought of her existence was a bother to her, which, she hadn't minded, the opinions of others never really plagued her, she knew who she was, but, if she was going to work for you, a selfish part of her wanted for you to like her, even just a little bit.

She finished preparing the food, and she watched you a little longer, also leaving it time to cool down, and for her to get you forks to eat with, she knew you didn't like it when your food was too hurt, as you frequently burnt your tongue, it was quite unlucky, she thought, but she knew you didn't like to be told such things, so she'd keep them to herself.

When you'd gotten to a point where you turned off the machine to change where you were sewing, Peko coughed, walking over to your couch. " I made us a meal, do join me, please. "

You placed the dress down, before standing up from your desk, and you walked over to where Peko was, sitting down next to her, it was a little cosy, but you hadn't ever had people over, so you didn't think you needed a bigger one, so there you and your assistant were, sitting weirdly close to each other, as she handed you your plate. You begun to eat without a word, damn, Peko was still as good at cooking as ever, you were so lucky to have somebody so good at just...everything by your side, the you who was only just good at one thing in this life. You had been getting pretty hungry too, so you were lucky she had decided to cook, as you definitely weren't going to that night, or, well that morning. It was just gone 12, and you were pumped with so much adrenaline to do your work that you couldn't even spare a thought to think about sleeping.

You glanced over to her, she was eating her share too, and you couldn't help but notice she'd given you more than herself. She was always very kind, you'd thought to yourself, you weren't quite sure which god you had appeased to in your past life to be deserving of such a person.

She glanced back at you, with a soft smile.

" I appreciate you...cooking this for me, " you mumbled, looking at her face, but not directly making eye contact, that was too much for you. " and for staying up with me, you're a good assistant, Peko. " you continued to eat after you let a crack of honesty slip through, you weren't a very fast eater, because you felt sick too easily if you ate too much in a short period of time, so you just sat there listening to the lack of noise around you, after-all, everybody living around you was probably asleep by now, you were just weird.

You chuckled to yourself, and Peko tilted her head, not sure what you were reacting too, but she didn't ask.

" Of course, It is my job, Afterall. "

" I don't think your job contracts you to stay in my home all night and cook for me, does it? " You'd said that as a joke, before quickly realising that you could have sounded rude, so, you stumbled over your words. " but--! It can just be a verbal contract between us, then. "

Peko smiled at you, she knew you hadn't any ill intent the first time, but, she couldn't deny it was a little funny to watch you cover it up. " That sounds good to me. " she replied, her tone being more warm than motherly right now and your conversation came to a natural end, and the two of you sat and ate in silence now, a little closer together than before.

You finished, and waited until Peko's plate was empty, before you took it from her hands, wordlessly walking over to your sink, and placing them on the side next to it, before you began to fill it with water, you then moved to get the other kitchen utensils Peko had used , and put them near the plates too. You grabbed the washing up liquid, and squirted it inside of the water in the sink, and waited for it to create bubbles.

Peko was a little surprised at your sudden movement, and she followed quickly behind you. " I have all morning Peko, I can spare ten minutes or so to clean up the dishes. " You tried your best to give her a reason to let you do it, as she seemed adamant on doing tasks in your house, you were worried she thought of you as some child she had to babysit instead of an adult, well, that did explain why she was insistent on staying with you, it's not like you were strict and told her not to do anything, even if you tried, you weren't completely sure if she would listen to you.

" I made the mess, though. " She argued with you, she already had a cloth in hand, stupid Peko and her stupid shoes that always let her be one step ahead of you... You thought to yourself, you bit the inside of your cheek, and walked over to grab a towel. " Fine...I'll dry." was your reply to her, and as a response she start to wash the dishes, with you at her side, it was often the two of you would just be doing your household chores together instead of you actually being able to focus on your work, however, you were certain if not for Peko, you would live an extremely lonely life, so, even if this was all you managed to do, you weren't complaining about that fact.

She handed you the dishes after she'd washed them, and you carefully dried them off with your towel, before putting them back in the cupboard which they had came from originally, and with her cleaning skills, you were done relatively quickly, yet it felt like you hadn't worked in hours. Spending time with your assistant, sure could be fun.

You yawned a little, and Peko noted that soon she should make you some coffee, to help keep you awake, since it was your decision to be up, she couldn't change your mind, yet she could aid you at least. " Time to get back to work, " You returned back to your desk after the kitchen was all nice and clean now, Peko was emptying the remaining water from the sink. You were pretty sure you could finish at least a half of your work tonight, now that you were all invigorated.

" We've got a long morning ahead of us, feel free to go to sleep if you get tired, Peko. " you hummed, before you got started on the dress again, Peko nodded in response, although, she was pretty sure she wouldn't be going to sleep, she had stayed up many nights at your side already, never from you asking, it would always just be on her own decision.

and with that, you returned to completely, well almost, focused. Then, Peko remembered, she had completely forgot to ask what it was earlier that you were thinking about, it was too late now, she guessed she would never know.

It was around 7AM when you'd finally clocked it, you had only taken one other break the entire morning, which was to go to the bathroom, and that was only quick. It always shocked Peko how you could just sit and work for so many hours straight, she really admired that about you.

You had already turned the sewing machine off, as you could tell you were close to passing out, yet you hadn't managed to make it to your bed, instead, you were uncomfortably slumped over your desk. Peko sighed, walking over to you, and with ease, she managed to pick you up, she frequented the gym, so she was very strong, but, you were never awake to know that she would often carry you, she wasn't sure what type of reaction you'd end up having to her.

She carefully carried you over to your bedroom, and when she got there, she temporarily held you with old hand so she could pull the duvet up, and then she placed you down onto your mattress, then pulling the duvet back up, she was just making sure you wouldn't be too cold. You stirred a little in your sleep, but she knew you wouldn't wake up soon, as you'd only just gone to sleep.

She moved a stray strand of hair out of your face, and she moved to leave, walking to your bedroom door. " Sleep tight. " she whispered, before shutting it behind her. She had a key to where you lived, so, when left left through the living room, she locked the door behind her, she couldn't wait to finally go home, and rest herself, but it was worth it to stay up with you, even if you didn't say it, she knew that you needed somebody there with you.

She walked down the hallway, and up to the elevator, where she would normally leave from, yet, when she got there, there was a big " OUT OF ORDER " Sign on the front of it, which she looked at, quizzically, in the three years which she'd been coming over, the elevator had never even broken one time, this was strange.

Peko never normally saw anybody when she was leaving your apartment, so naturally, she jumped when she heard a voice coming from behind her. " Ah, you have to take the stairs, it broke yesterday. " she turned around, and saw a man, taller than her, with white hair, she had never seen him before, she was sure of it. She just nodded, and started to walk down the stairs next to the elevator, and she heard footsteps behind her, so, she presumed whoever that guy was also needed to come downstairs.

" It broke the day I moved her, I must be awfully unlucky, right? " He laughed to himself as he walked down a few steps behind her, well, he seemed friendly enough for Peko to reply, with.

" I guess this floor is full of unlucky souls, then " She said fondly, thinking about you.

" What are you talking about? " He asked her, confused, that's how Peko knew for sure he was new there, if he hadn't met the hermit herself. " Ah, it doesn't matter. ", was all she could reply, she knew you wouldn't be happy if she went around making friends for you.

It had been a while since Nagito had taken the train, normally, He'd just be driven where he wanted to go, but he didn't know how to drive himself, so he didn't really have a choice.

He walked to the station as fast as he could, it was colder in the mornings, so he didn't like to be out in them, so he'd rather be inside, his hair was blowing softly in the wind, he had to keep moving it, out of his face, it was times like these that made him consider cutting it off, however, he liked it just a bit too much to do that, and his friends told him, it was one of his " charm points " , he didn't see it, but, he guessed he thought his hair at least did look nice.

Whenever he needed to cross the road, the lights would turn from green to red, so he would have to stop and press one of the buttons on the traffic lights, he didn't mind waiting too much, since he knew he wasn't going to somehow miss the train, since he had made sure he would be early.

He was a little confused how quiet it was here at this time, back where he used to live, there would most definitely be traffic, but, that's the joy of small towns, he supposed, he was worried about something, though. He was worried he stood out, living there, as if he was too different, the stranger he'd ran into yesterday, she seemed to stare at him, and Nagito hadn't been sure what to make of it, did he look weird? Should he have not moved here to begin with, was it really that bad of an idea?

He didn't want to even be acknowledged when he was outside in public, so maybe he should make an effort to not stand out.

He laughed to himself about how pathetic he sounded, and cleared his head of those thoughts, he grabbed his earphones from his pocket, and plugged them into his phone, before deciding to play music the rest of the way, he would rather be listening to somebody else than be forced to listen to the voice inside of his head, Nagito heard it all the time, he deserved a break from it, he thought.

It was almost empty when he'd reached the train station, there were a few scattered around, but that was it, He looked up, and saw he had ten minutes to wait before it got here, at least he was lucky enough for it to not be rescheduled without warning, he would definitely be able to go and open his shop in time, that was good. He smiled to himself, he just listened to his tunes and waited until the train arrived, he sat in the third carriage, and he was on there for around twenty minutes, before hopping off.

Nagito hadn't actually been from the train station to his shop, but, he was certain that it wouldn't be too much of a difficult task for him to carry out, he would definitely be able to find his way.

Or, he thought so, until he ended up being fifteen minutes late as he'd made a wrong turn walking there.

He had sped up his pace as he had been walking, so, now he was a little out of breath, being a florist and all didn't require for him to really exercise too much, he just didn't see how it could help, unless the flowers all ended up becoming sentient and declared war against the human race, Nagito never ruled that possibility out, however, he would probably not be the person to fight them, he may even decide to join them, if that were the case.

He was thinking about that as he hastily unlocked the door to his shop, flicking the ceiling lamps on, and adjusting the room temperature as he walked inside, the smell of flowers hit his nose as he did, he was rather fond of it.

He flipped the sign on the front of the door, so that it read " Open" , and he tied his hair up into another ponytail, so that it didn't get in his face when he was working, he supposed when he did, he sort of looked like the typical guy to be working in a florist shop, he couldn't even remember what sparked his interests in flowers, maybe it was the garden which grandma had? Or maybe it was the garden at school where he would always sit alone at, he just knew that for all of his life, flowers had been there for him, and even though there were so many, he thought each and every one was a spectacle, he hoped that the rest of the world felt the same as him.

He wouldn't expect so many customers at an early time of the day, he just liked to be there, just in-case, you never know when a flower related emergency will happen, like somebody needs to desperately apologise to a lover, or a friend, or if flowers for a venue such as a wedding, or a funeral have been ruined last minute, and they're in need of a replacement, if Nagito couldn't even be there in times like that, he thought he would be a very lousy shop owner, he'd even go as far to say worthless.

He loved to research the meanings behind flowers, he had dedicated so much of his life to that craft, he had to feel like he as good enough at something, anything to feel like he was needed in this world, and so he read, and read, and read, until he had memorised as many flowers as he could, at least half of the thoughts he ever had would end up being anything floral. He felt as if that was a little strange sometimes, but, it wasn't that huge of a deal, not really.

He walked around his shop, re-arranging and taking apart displays of flowers, making sure his carefully crafted bouquets still looked as good as new was a major priority for him, he couldn't allow for anything to be less than perfect in there, or he'd have to close the shop down as a whole. He was adding to some peonys, when the phone rang, he rushed over, with a " Hello, How may I help you? "

His shift was beginning earlier than he had thought it would today, maybe, that was a good thing.

Nagito worked alone, which, he somewhat liked, it meant that he could display everything as he wanted to, and that he could open and close at times he chose, but, it made the whole aspect of working, a lot more stressful, everything was on him. He had to talk to every customer, convince them what to buy, he had to be expert, and, as much as he was awkward in the social aspect, he wanted to change that, if it were possible. Maybe he could start looking for somebody to work with him, but, he wasn't sure if anyone would even be interesting, it's not as if there aren't funner jobs out there, Nagito, just liked his little flower shop.

He'd have to think it over, f he wanted to start looking or not, that was a big decision, and it being up to him, honestly was stressing him out.

After a long day, it reached 5PM, meaning, he could start closing the shop down.

In the end, Nagito had decided to pick up some Hibiscus flowers, to put in his apartment.

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alright- because this is way awake me- I didn't read back my tags until today- i wasn't speaking properly in those tags (i said sleeping instead of reading... and other messy tags)- I def didn't convey half of what I wished to- (esp because we're limited to thirty tags...) anyways! scooby doo brains unite hehe~ it was an absolute fever dream to read this at 3-4am- (esp when I knew I was gonna help a friend move but once I start sth *esp a fic this good* I must finish it-) It was worth every second of missed sleep- The emotions were so powerful 😭💖 and I felt them to the nth degree- Omg?!? You wrote it without knowing the ending!? I love that sm- because that ending!? Was beyond what words can express- You tied up every end- And omg!? I was looking for the word foil- and god- I loved the use of it- You're so right the slow burn was def burning that midnight oil at midnight creek!!! 😭😭 Omg?!?! You imagine fics as movies too omg!? Heck yeah 😭 The parallel between the sisters!!! Omg it was one of my favorite little bits- You may have not realized it- but it was just so goooodddd- I was hoping for a brutal fight sequence with Bonnie- and you provided all that and more! I was sincerely left with my jaw dropped it was so good- (what I was trying to express was how it felt fated that after yn named it clyde- he jokingly named his bonnie and once he saved yn from mika- he called it bonnie again. It was as if their relationship was fated for it to happen the moment after the reader named clyde- because bonnie and clyde were together til the end/no matter what- if that makes more sense?) No it's not strange that you liked writing it- it was beyond amazing- i'm so glad you enjoyed writing it 😭💖 because for me as a reader it was clear how much love and thought was put into this fic- I lllloooovveeed that scene- (I def couldn't express it that night and meant to fix my tags but my sleepy brain said *post*)- I loved the other two fics in this series- and I just- even thinking back into the story I'm just so content- it was my everything- (ngl this makes me want to read it all over again). (I wish for you to know that I keep thinking about that little ring and it means sm- I wish I had gotten to talk about the disgrace bit because it was brutal yet a deeper dive into his backstory and I loved it- there's just sm to say about this brilliant fic but I'll stop here). anyways thank you again for writing that lovely "movie" 🥺💖

omg no cuz why do we always stay up when we know we have to get up to do something the next day 😭😭 scooby doo brain fever or sumn @@ PLS honestly if u read half of what i spout out after reading long fics, u wouldn't even understand what im trying to convey 😭

RAAAH I APPRECIATE THAT 😭😭 no cuz i kinda wrote the confession part separately but it was supposed to be closer to the middle?? BUT that was when i planned for the fic to be waaay longer 🤧 the end really was made up on the fly skfbeknfnf so im glad it all wrapped up nicely for u, that puts my mind at ease 😅 i figured there'd be some questions lol

omg i just realized i put midnight creek instead of moonstone creek 😭😭😭 my own fic and i can't even remember akfndknfkd BUT YES I IMAGINE LIKE EVERY FIC AS A MOVIE :'))) it's just so much fun to see how it progresses and to imagine like music and camera angles lol and when the fic is written well, the scenes just flow sooo nicely together yk?

no omg the bonnie and clyde thing def makes sense !!! i didn't know if doing that pairing would be cheesy or not but i think it fits w them well, and im glad u agree :'))) AHHH YEAH im so glad u thought so, this was my passion project, like truly. idt i'll ever be able to write sumn like this ever again and that low-key makes me sad TT

the disgrace part has so much behind it, like i put it into the beginning without quite knowing where it would lead, but now i have a better idea of his back story that i hope to write out some time !! im so glad the little ring part is sticking with u; it makes me so emo thinking abt it 😭

THANK U AGAIN SM FOR READING AND FOR UR THOUGHTS !!! 💖💖 much, MUCH love <3

#sungbeam strikes again #blizzardfluffykpop #night terrors #smiled so big reading this tysm

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I Wish I Cared Less

Chapter 11: Plus One*

A/N: I’ve finally finished this part of the series. Thanks to those who followed me on this journey, especially if you bared through my very unpopular ending in I Only Lie When I Love You (I still loved it so it doesn’t matter, but some of yall really hated it, yikes). Anyways, I do technically have one more part to add to this verse that I may or may not get to, but for those that ship strictly CoAi (low key me) you won’t need to worry about it. I have a kaishi canon divergence planned and it’s all bad for CoAi, it’s messy (think Devour but worse). Feel free to skip it if I ever get to add it to the series. Now onto the actual last chapter of this fic!

Attempt #11: Smile

Let’s backtrack a little, about a week ago she took a test. The results are positive. She takes two more to confirm, and each time it tells her the same thing. Well shit.

She can’t be too far along, when was the last time she had her period? She cannot recall. A month? Maybe two? It can’t be three… she’s not even showing yet.

Crap, she’s been drinking. Not a lot, only a few times during dinner and only two glasses at most… wait, hold on. She’s getting her priorities messed up, she needs to tell him. Right, she should, he deserves to know right?

In case it wasn’t obvious, she didn’t tell him. She doesn’t know how to. What is she supposed to do? Say hey Honey welcome home, oh, and by the way I’m pregnant? Yeah, no. She can’t even begin to imagine what he would say.

“You’re distracted today, do you want to stop?”

“No, sorry, there’s just a lot on my mind.”

“We don’t have to have sex, we can…”

“If we don’t do it now, who knows when we can again!”

“What? Since when have we had a problem wanting sex at the same time?”

“That’s not what I mean… do you not want to… I knew it! You must be sick of me!”

“Woah, hold on. You know that’s not true, I love you Shiho. There’s something bigger going on. What’s wrong, Baby?”

“Baby… you know… how did you… I don’t know what I’m doing, Shinichi. I’m going to be awful.”

She starts sobbing, completely killing the mood and effectively sending Shinichi into a panic. This isn’t like her, suddenly bursting into tears, unable to properly explain herself.

It doesn’t help that her boyfriend isn’t exactly the best at consoling a crying woman, especially when that woman is Shiho. He doesn’t have much experience dealing with her tears.

Hold on a second… did she just say…

“Shiho? Are you… are we… Are we having a baby?”

She responds with more tears, but manages to nod. His arms are around her in an instant, holding her close squeezing her tight. He cannot contain his excitement, there’s a gigantic smile on his face. Shiho stops crying, she wasn’t expecting this to be his response.

“Shinichi?”

“We’re having a baby! You’re going to be the mother of my child! I’m going to be a dad! Shiho, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

He leaves kisses all over her face, even over her drying tears, his joy is infectious. She certainly never imagined he would be this happy.

“You’re not upset with me?”

“You just told me you’re pregnant with my child, why would I be upset?”

“I didn’t tell you right away… and I don’t know if I will be a good mom…”

He kisses the top of her head, hand moving over to rest on her still flat belly. It’s hard to believe there’s a little life living inside.

“I’m sure you were overwhelmed, I know now, that’s all that matters. And you’re going to be a terrific mom. You should worry more about me.”

“You’ll be a great father, Shinichi.”

“No, not that. You’re going to spend all your time and energy on our baby, I won’t get enough attention from you.”

“So you’re saying you’re not going to pay attention to our baby?”

“I can pay attention to both of you… there is just one in there right?”

“What, you don’t think one’s enough? You wanted twins?”

“Well, Mrs. Kudo, it’s not like you’ve told me anything…”

“Nice try, I’m still not marrying you. I thought you said you weren’t upset with me not telling you.”

“Tell me now, tell me all about our little one.”

——

Pregnancy life is stressful, but only because Shinichi is so excited. She doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s being too overbearing, but she can’t help snapping at him when she feels he’s fussing too much.

So far, they haven’t told anyone yet. She’s still in the early stages, not even two months in. She thought Shinichi would be dying to share the news, but he seems to enjoy that the two of them have this secret the rest of the world doesn’t know about yet.

“How is my beautiful girlfriend and baby girl doing today?”

“It’s way too early to tell if it’s a boy or a girl, how are you so sure?”

“I’m going off instincts. She’s going to be a Daddy’s girl. You haven’t had any issues since you let me know about our baby.”

“That doesn’t prove anything.”

“It’s because she knows her dad is here and will take care of her and her mom, so she stopped being difficult.”

His head is pressed against her belly, speaking to their child. It must be something all parents do, she finds herself doing the same from time to time.

He raises his head up to smile at her, she gently cups his face bringing him face level. He understands her intentions, sharing a light kiss until it turns heated.

He pulls away before it gets out of hand, much to her displeasure. They haven’t had sex since he found out about the pregnancy, even though she made sure it was okay for them to do so.

She huffs out in annoyance, she gets why he’s hesitant but it’s making her very frustrated. Her libido hasn’t gone down in the slightest, though that may change as her belly gets bigger.

Shinichi wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head in a bid to offer comfort. It’s not the kind she wants, but she decides not to fight with him over this right now. She’s sure she can convince him later.

“So you want it to be a girl, will you be upset if we have a boy?”

“Not upset, I would love our child no matter what. I just always dreamed we would have a mini version of you running around.”

“… you dreamed of having a baby with me? Why…”

“I want it all with you, Shiho. To be married, have a child. I meant it when we laid it all out that night. I want us to be a real family, the mother of my child, my gorgeous wife.”

“I knew you only liked me for my looks… wait. A child? I’m surprised you only want one.”

“Well… I wouldn’t be upset if we had another… it’s just…”

“Just?”

“I’m not going to get all of your attention after this one is born, and I just don’t think I could compete with our baby. It took me so long to finally get you to admit you love me… Having to split it in half is already worrisome, but thirds? And I just know it’s not going to be equally divided. You’ll forget about me for our kids, like a good mother should.”

She’s taken aback by his logic, sure she knows that is what’s typically expected but… given the relationship of his parents, she would think he would be afraid of their child being neglected.

She leans in to kiss him on the cheek. He’s so close, she can’t resist stealing more kisses. Planting them all over his face, trailing down to his neck, though again he stops her before it becomes too much.

She sighs, she’s getting off track anyhow. She’s supposed to prove she won’t forget about him, not try to jump him. Though maybe if he would just let her have her way then he’ll realize she truly does love him.

“Shinichi, I love you, and yes I’m going to love our child. But, before I became a mother, I am your girlfriend and you’re my boyfriend. This baby wouldn’t be here in the first place if it wasn’t for you. I’m not going to forget to love you just because you’re the father of my child now. If anything I’m worried you’re only going to see me as a mother and never want to have sex with me again.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you, Shiho, I just…”

“I know. I get it. But it’s only going to get worse. If you won’t even touch me now, what’s going to happen when the baby’s here. I doubt I’ll want to have sex after giving birth right away. Are you going to make me wait a whole year before we have sex again?”

“I don’t think I could last a year. I can barely hold myself back now.”

“So don’t. I want you, Shinichi. So so much. I love you. I need you.”

!!!

How can he deny her when she proclaims her love for him like this? It’s such a turn on.

The fire he’s been trying to put out rises with the heat of her kisses, he takes control as he pushes her onto her back. She reaches for the buttons of his shirt, he does the same with the ones on her blouse.

Soon they’re both stripped naked, he can’t help eyeing her belly which doesn’t go unnoticed by Shiho. She lets out a frustrated sigh, thinking he’s going to stop again.

He lowers himself down to kiss her tummy, his voice is barely above a whisper as he tells their child not to panic, daddy’s not hurting mommy one bit.

He looks up to meet her widened eyes at his comment, she really shouldn’t be surprised by this. She just didn’t expect for this to turn her on more.

He lowers himself down, pushing her legs further apart to allow himself to rest comfortably between her thighs. There’s a smirk on his face as he looks up at her again.

“We should practice keeping quiet when the baby’s here. I wouldn’t want our little girl to hear how loud Mommy is when Daddy’s fucking her.”

She can feel herself growing wetter at the thought, what has this man done to her. He’s fitting right into the role and it’s driving her crazy. She can’t believe he’s making parenthood sound hot to her right now.

She’s unprepared when he sticks his tongue into her entrance, his nose bumping against her clit causing a hitch in her breath.

His fingers are gently rubbing the inside of her thighs as one travels over to find her clit, while his tongue continues to delve in deeper inside her wet cavern. She cannot contain her moan, when he swipes at her sensitive spot with his thumb then pinches it against his forefinger.

She whines when he pulls himself away, his lips are still wet with her drippings as he licks them. He reminds her to stay quiet, or else he won’t continue. She has no choice but to obey, lips pressed in a thin line, gripping onto the bed sheets as he goes back to eat her out.

Her breathing becomes labored as he builds her to the verge of orgasm, she has to bite down on her lips to keep from screaming out. A high pitched noise escapes her lips when he licks his tongue up her opening, she falls apart when she feels him suck at her swollen clit.

He’s rewarded with a rush of her juices covering his chin as well as the sheets underneath them. He wipes it off with his hand, then slowly kisses his way up her body.

Her legs wrap around his waist as his kisses reach the crook of his neck. He has to help keep her ass pressed down, reaching down to reposition their lower halves, lining himself up against her dripping core.

“Don't worry, Baby, Daddy’ll be gentle with Mommy.”

Slowly sliding himself inside her wet passage, he stops to check on her when he pushes all the way inside. Satisfied there’s no look of discomfort on her face, he starts to pull out as he sets up a steady rhythm. He opts for long shallow strokes, keeping his movements on pace instead of just hammering into her.

He’s still trying to stay mindful of the baby, but the longer he goes, the more erratic his thrusts are. Shiho’s muffled moans only encourage him to go faster, she knows he’s getting close.

He presses his face against her cheek, giving her the perfect opportunity to make him come when she whispers in his ear, “give it all to me, Daddy.”

He comes hard inside her, burying himself deep within her core. Her mischievous smile as he pulls out, is all the evidence he needs that she said that on purpose.

They’ll need to get cleaned up from the mess they made on the sheets, she seems to like the way his cum feels dripping out of her though he would rather keep it inside of her.

“So, Daddy? Someone has a pregnancy kink.”

“Took you long enough to notice, I’ve been trying to knock you up since we started dating.”

“You’re so full of it.”

“Actually, I think you’re the one full of me.”

“Kudo Shinichi, do you kiss your mother with that filthy mouth? I never knew you were such a dirty talker.”

“Daddy’s lips only belong to Mommy.”

He chuckles at her fake appalled expression, before leaning in to kiss her lips. They’re going to need to settle down or else they’ll start a round two. Not that he’s against it, now that he knows firsthand they can safely have sex while she’s pregnant.

There’s nothing holding them back now that they’ve gotten the first time out of the way. She’s just glad he won’t be weird about this anymore, there’s no way she could’ve gone without sex with him for a whole nine months.

——

��Kudo Shinichi, you are never touching me again!”

“You’re squeezing my hand a little too hard there…”

“Are you seriously! Fuck you! Oh my fucking! Fuck! This is all you’re fucking fault!”

Hours of obscenities and nearly breaking Shinichi’s hand later, their beautiful baby girl is born into this world. She’s in perfect health and already she’s the pride and joy of her parents. Even if she made her mother suffer through the worst pain of her life.

Staring at the tiny human they helped create, Shiho’s at a loss for words. She turns to look at Shinichi with tears pricking his eyes.

“What will we name her?”

“How about Ai?”

“Kudo Ai does have a nice ring to it.”

“You’re letting her have my name?”

“She’s going to be a Daddy’s girl, she’ll be upset if I didn’t give her your name.”

“You know it could be your name too.”

“Still not happening. If you’re worried I’ll be outnumbered, don’t. Our next one is going to be a Miyano.”

“I thought you forbid me from touching you.”

“You are for now… but looking at her and how perfect she is… I wouldn’t mind having another one with you.”

“I love you, Shiho.”

“I love you too, Shinichi.”

It doesn’t take that much longer for Shiho to get pregnant again. Almost two years later they’ll back to her swearing at him to never touch her again. Luckily Ai doesn’t hear her mother’s curses, her grandparents had the foresight to wait with her at home.

Soon she’ll be able to meet her baby brother, and they can be one big happy family. Even if they’re an unconventional one, since her parents aren’t married.

It doesn’t make them any less real.

Also available on ao3 <3

#CoAi #shinshi #I wish I cared less aka cynful verse part two #honey I’m a sucker when you linger series

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booky-arts · 1 year

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Honey, I Dare You

an ethubs family fic, 1891 words, can be found on AO3, kudos and reblogs appreciated ^_^

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Etho awoke to the fresh wafting scent of coffee and pancakes downstairs. Begrudgingly, he slipped out of bed and found a clean outfit to throw on before making the trek down the stairs to the kitchen.

Bdubs had woke up at sunrise, as usual, being the sleep king he is. Though, this time he did not have the greatest of sleeps. Today he woke up feeling different, knowing right away why he was feeling different. He was once again in heat. It’s not something new, he has dealt with this plenty of times, Etho always being more than willing to help him as well. But this heat was different too.

Bdubs had hurriedly climbed out of bed and tossed on some clean clothes before making his way down to the kitchen. He busied himself with making some fresh coffee for himself and some pancakes for himself and the sleepy head upstairs. He was trying to keep himself from dwelling on the thoughts he was

having. Thoughts of a family, of children, of him and Etho with little kids of their own. It’s not like Bdubs did not like this picture in his head, it’s more that he was worried that he could not have that as a reality. He was worried that if he brought it up to Etho that Etho would not share his wish for a family. So Bdubs worked away on the breakfast and got some tea going as he heard the racket upstairs that was his sweetheart finally getting out of bed.

By the time Etho sleepily stumbled into the kitchen, Bdubs had plated all the pancakes and had their respective cups of coffee and tea all ready. Etho took his usual place seated at the kitchen island to slowly enjoy his breakfast while he listened to Bdubs babble on about his plans for the day.

Bdubs was cheerily going on about all the things he planned to do for the day while he finished his own breakfast. “...then I will go bug Cleo…Ren wants to meet up at the crasle for something…have work to do at the coffee shop…”

While Bdubs was going on and on about his plans, the only thing Etho found himself really paying attention to was how pretty Bdubs looked when talking nonstop about his plans. He was so caught up in Bdubs beauty that he completely missed Bdubs asking if they could have a baby together.

When Etho did not reply or even react right away, Bdubs became even more worried about what Etho would say. He made a hasty exit by quickly saying goodbye to his partner and rushed out the door.

Etho had kissed his love goodbye and watched him flee out the door before being left in the quiet of the monolith. He slowly finished up his tea and pancakes when his few brain cells started to process the last thing Bdubs had said before fleeing his own home. “...did Bdubs ask me for a kid..?” He sat still for a moment as he allowed himself to properly process his realization.

Smiling to himself, he started to picture what their little family would look like. They would obviously have more than one kid, and he knew Gem would hang around all the time to get a chance to play with the kids. He pictured going on family outings together, himself and Bdubs jokingly teasing each other, a chorus of soft laughter following each word. He pictured lots of busy mornings, with the kids taking more after Bdubs with how they are in the morning than him. He pictured loving bedtimes, when the kids are finally asleep in their beds, their loving parents watching them sleep peacefully. Etho sat there picturing more and more loving moments that only made him long for those moments to be a reality.

Etho quickly shot up from his spot in the kitchen, grabbed his mask and rushed out of the monolith to find Bdubs. He spammed his rockets as he willed himself to move faster. Etho was heading towards the crasle, remembering that Bdubs had mentioned going there to see Ren.

While searching the crasle, he did not find neither Ren nor Bdubs. He did, however, find his younger sister snooping about on the balcony. He had fully intended on just ignoring her and continuing the search for Bdubs, but Gem had stopped him.

“Hello, Etho, did you hear me?” Gem must have been trying to talk to him but he completely missed what she had said in his frantic state. “I asked you why you were in such a rush, silly.”

Etho had to force himself to stay put and not just push past Gem to keep looking for Bdubs. He figured that a quick conversation with his sister would not be the worst and then he could continue to look for his partner. “Bdubs left in a big hurry this morning. I just want to find him because there’s something I really want to talk to him about.” The sentence came out more rushed than Etho had intended it to as he was trying to look out over the balcony to see the shopping district.

Gem knew Etho quite a bit better than lots of the people on the server, and knew right away when he flew into the crasle that he was in a bit of a frantic panic. “Ethoooo, you did not do something to chase Bdubs away did you? You two were so cute together!” Gem’s teasing in her sing-songy voice usually worked at getting a chuckle out of her brother and helping him relax a bit. This time, it did not.

“I do not know if I did something or not, but you will be the first to know after I find him.” and before Gem could add anything else to the conversation, Etho gave her a quick hug and then soared off the balcony towards the shopping district.

When Etho arrived at the bottom of the stairs to the coffee shop, he knew he was in the right place. As he slowly and carefully made his way up the backstairs, he could hear Bdubs shuffling around behind the counter. Once he got in the door, he flipped the open sign to closed, feeling like this conversation might be one they would like to have privacy for. Or at least as much privacy as one can get in the shopping district.

Etho silently leaned against the doorway leading from the entrance hallway into the coffee shop as he watched Bdubs work. He was doing more of the mundane tasks that he would usually do at the end of the day after closing. As Etho watched Bdubs work, the pictures of their potential little family came back to mind and he started to smile to himself.

As Etho was caught up in the idea of their little family, Bdubs had turned around and looked right at Etho in the doorway. “Hey ‘Dubs.” Etho pulled his mask down as he flashed Bdubs his typical Etho smirk.

Bdubs just stared back for a moment, as if he had blue screened before flashing his big, toothy grin. “Heya Etho!” Bdubs tried to act like his usual self, but was a lot more fidgety than normal. So Etho strolled right up to the shorter man and gently placed his hands on his shoulders. At the action, Bdubs completely stopped fidgeting but refused to make eye contact.

“Bdubs, I think you know what I am here to talk about.” Etho had not meant for his words to come across as cold as they did. When he felt his lover tense up at his words, he gently used his right hand to tilt Bdubs head so they were looking at each other. “I am not mad or anything if that’s what you are worried about bud.”

Bdubs drank up the look in Etho’s eyes that were only for him. He saw only love and adoration and just a bit of concern for the man in front of him. “I did not think you would be mad sweetheart.” Bdubs could hear the doubt in his own words and quickly added, “I was just worried you would say no, or that it would push you away, asking you to have children with me and all.”

Etho felt a little crushed inside. How could Bdubs ever push him away? Bdubs was the man he loved! “Aww, Bdubs…”

“It’s just, I love you, ya know?” Bdubs wrapped his arms around Etho’s waist, holding him loosely. “I just love you so much and I love the idea of having a little family with the man I love.” Bdubs bowed his head back down as he finished his sentence, feeling Etho’s eyes digging deep into him.

Rough but soft hands gently cupped Bdubs face as it was slowly raised again, this time with a soft caring kiss placed on his forehead. “I would love to have a family with my Bdubs, because I love you so very much.” Etho’s words were whispered softly between gentle kisses placed all over Bdubs face. The pure joy in his chest at the thought of a little Etho or Bdubs made everything right.

After hearing that Etho was completely on board with making a family together, a cheeky and mischievous grin crept across Bdubs face as he eagerly kissed Etho. Before pulling away to get back to work, he leaned into Etho’s ear and whispered that he better make the start of the family journey very pleasing tonight. Once he saw how flushed Etho got, he pulled back and got back to work, with some playful teasing from Etho in the background.

After Etho got a fresh cup of tea from the coffee shop, he went over to Gem’s place to let her know that he and Bdubs were going to be trying for a baby. Gem was very happy for her older brother and was glad he spared her any technical details on how they were going to be trying.

Later in the evening, the beginning of Etho’s plans for the night were starting. First was a lovely and delicious homemade meal that Etho had made all by himself with no help from Gem. Totally. Then they had a lovely round of desserts that he got Scar to make for him, but if you ask, Etho will say that he made them himself. Then Etho took Bdubs up to their bedroom to give Bdubs a wonderful back massage. He took Bdubs shirt off to be able to really work out the knots that were in his shoulders and back.

Slowly the massaging turns into kissing Bdubs shoulders and neck to turning Bdubs over and pinning him to the bed with hard, passionate kisses. It was not long after that that both men were completely naked and completely consumed by each other.

The pair awoke as the sun started to bleed in through their window, revealing the complete mess of their sheets and the tangled mess that was the two lovers. Etho sleepily kissed Bdubs before gently asking if he wanted more of what he got last night.

Bdubs sat himself up so that he was looking down at Etho with a sleepy, sly grin as he whispered, “Honey, I dare you.”

#booky.writes #ethubs #hermitfic #etho #bdubs #geminitay #<- not a major part but shes here too #hermitshipping #implied mpreg #Ethubs Family Au

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wacky-nameless-inventor-24 · 2 years

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WIP Wednesday #9

SO I've only been working on like two things this week but here goes. XD

A fic based off of this, I've barely started it but it's been so fun so far-

“You’re sure they’re here?” The Duck Avenger hissed down from the walkway.

“Yes,” Gizmoduck confirmed, holding a hand to the side of his helmet. Due to a kick to the head in an earlier fight the visor’s vision was occasionally interrupted with static and he couldn’t use any other vision modes than his regular one, but he was sure he’d seen their target retreat here. “I know I saw them.”

“Well I don’t see them,” Darkwing stood up. “Are you sure we can trust your robot vision, Gizmoduck? You said it hasn’t been working all night-”

“Because I was kicked in the head!” Gizmoduck defended. “And yes, I’m sure, they came in through the same window you did.”

Darkwing crossed his arms, putting his beak in the air. “You’re making that up.”

Gizmoduck looked appalled. “Why would I-”

“How about we fan out?” The Duck Avenger intervened before the argument could go any further.

SLDKFJLK Donald's the only one who can keep the peace.

AND for a MDGyro Christmas fic, let's see if I can get it done in time. XD I tried to go for something more specific to them rather than just random fluff like my Fenro series (though there is a lot of random fluff- XD)

Across from him, the Mad Ducktor smirked. “Nice to see you too.”

Without the panic and fear clouding his vision, Gyro’s mind slowly cleared as the shock faded. “What are you doing here?” He asked, then looked around the room again, wishing his hands were free so he could adjust his glasses and see properly. “Where are we? Is this my guest bedroo-”

“I’ll be asking the questions, thank you.” The villain cut across his words, and Gyro nearly chuckled. The Mad Ducktor leaned closer to him, looming over the chair and looking down at Gyro. “First, when was the last time you slept? Not counting when I found you.”

“Um… Sunday?”

“That’s what I thought. What do you think today is?”

“...Tuesday?”

The Mad Ducktor heaved a long breath, leaning back and pinching the bridge of his beak. “This is worse than I thought.”

“What?” Gyro was perplexed. Mads knew Gyro could and would stay up for at least two days, this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for either of them.

The Mad Ducktor leaned down to his level, acid green eyes meeting Gyro’s blue ones. “Darling,” he said slowly. Whether for serious or comedic effect Gyro had no idea, but he was still listening intently. “Today is Friday, the 23rd. Do you know what that means?”

Gyro groaned, letting his head drop back. “That I have less time than I thought to get that order filled! The deadline is so close, I don’t-”

But the next thing he knew a gloved hand was snapping his beak shut, and he opened his eyes to see the villain scowling at him. Apparently that hadn’t been the correct answer. “No, what it means is that tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and you’ve no plans at all for it. Not even to take a break.”

#Donald Duck #Duck Avenger #Paperinik #Fenton Crackshell Cabrera #Gizmoduck #Darkwing Duck #Drake Mallard #Gyro Gearloose #Archimede Pitagorico #Mad Ducktor #MDGyro #Madro #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #DT17 #topolino #duckverse #wacky writes #wip wednesday

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tizniz · 2 months

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🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. Hmmm...I've never thought about it before? But I have no doubt that there are common things because every author has common things in their writing. But maybe just that underlying sadness in Buck? It's not been talked about much, and I wish it was because it's so important. I think he's a great comfort character for that. Also just having Buck and Eddie truly be there for one another, no matter what. I like to include that because it's what I want.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉 Answered HERE - sorry, Nolan. Don't have it in me to do this more than once today :/

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? Always. I cannot handle silence. I put music on when I don't have something playing on TV - but I can't watch something while writing, so I put on music. And the genre will change depending on what I'm writing. Go to song lately is Lessons by Dermot Kennedy.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! I'm planning on posting it tomorrow, but part 4 of Buck's Boyfriends will be going live. Here's a tease:

But Eddie and Tommy had apparently decided as one that Buck deserved to be wined and dined properly, to which Buck had fired back that they deserved the same.

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#tanis answers #nolan 🌙#thanks for the virtual hug!

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WIP from V&G Chapter 15: I Wanna Be Your Dog

I FUCKING LOVE WRITING PRIMO & SECONDO OMG

I love playing with the balance of power. Sometimes it's sentence by sentence.

Fic here, but WIP convo below the cut. (Minor Spoilers, and this is decades before the Ghost Project)

The peaceful fog cleared just enough to hear the low muffled growl of his brother’s voice. “Pardon?”

An hour ago Primo had heard a knock on the door of the Papal Suite, and met a young Sibling there. Secondo had “requested his presence in the common room” as if his brother was some sort of executive or lord. And he has found him there, basking in his usual reading spot on the window ledge, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The fear was apparently gone, the memories of anxiety and uncertainty faded in a few short hours. Nestled in his place of power, Secondo filled the room.

“You weren't at dinner,” repeated Secondo.

“I take my dinners with Jo,” Primo replied.

“Her Eminence,” Secondo corrected. “Her Most Unholy. Jo…” Secondo made a face. “Her Eminence is supposed to dine with the Conclave on Friday nights. She was absent.”

“Listen, it's no secret we're together,” Primo said. It was a secret they were engaged, but that was something else entirely. “I haven't spent time with her in ages.”

“Not the point—”

“What crawled up your ass today, huh?” Primo pressed. Secondo looked like he had been properly slapped, but Primo did not relent. “Chide me when you've got your own woman.”

“I gave my report to Sister,” said Secondo. When cornered his brother preferred to change the subject.

“Oh? She didn't want to hear from me?” Primo was prodded with annoyance once more by the fact that she could move him like a chess piece.

“She'll hear your statement, soon,” Secondo replied. “You were asleep half the day. Did not want to disturb you. You also seemed…tense.”

Primo felt a stirring in his gut and a sneer creeping across his face. “This road trip was supposed to be relaxing?”

“Emotions color facts.”

Primo doubled down on his souring mood. “Hm, the fact that that demonologist has us dead to rights should we try to touch him?”

There was a near invisible twitch in Secondo’s face. The smoke from his cigarette gave it away. “There are certain other strategies Sister has in mind. That are all need to know.”

“And that I don't need to know them? How many of those plans include me without explaining anything?” Primo gripped the armrest. “I didn't know you were such a company man.”

“Perhaps I am a company man”, Secondo replied stiffly, then added, “And as one who wishes to remain an outsider we consider you technically… a private contractor.”

“I don't remember signing any contract. And if we are being all business right now, brother, I'd like to formally request I get hazard pay when I stumble on unknowable eldritch horrors, for fuck’s sake.”

#this is probably why this fic is so long #but i am loving it #ghost scenes from the void #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #and then Terzo goes and does something absolutely batshit and they forget about their arguement #fic WIP #ghost band fanfic

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minho-hoho · 2 years

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Because I Love You

❁ Pairing ⭆ Yandere!Riki × GN!Reader

❁ Genre ⇛ Angst, Yandere AU

❁ Warning ⇛ Murder, a bit cursing

❁ Requested ⇛Yes

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As always you were walking through the hallways, hoping that you wouldn’t cross roads with your bullies. They've been bullying you for months now, you didn’t even know why. But you endured it as they threatened you multiple times to not report them or tell what they did to you to anyone. You wanted to tell everything to your sweet boyfriend so badly. You needed to vent, and you did, in a hidden journal of yours. You always made sure to hide it each time in different places just in case.

You reached your locker and started to open it. You heard voices from afar, despite the distance there was between you and the voices, you recognised immediately who they belonged to. Heeyoung and Joochan. They were dating and you despised them, you wished they were gone from this school, from the entire earth, even. Unfortunately, they were always here to bother you. The only reason why you kept going on was your lovely boyfriend, Nishimura Riki. You never told him why you were sad so often, you often found an excuse, but he always comforted you until you felt better. You were grateful to have him in your life, he was the one who kept you sane.

“Look who’s here” Joochan snickered. You sighed, and closed your locker quickly before turning around to try and get to your next class, but Heeyoung grabbed your arm making you stumble.

“Can’t walk properly, huh?” She chuckled. She turned you around to make you face her.

“Look at how pathetic you are. Do you have our homework?” She looked at you meanly. You nodded, not wanting to spend saliva on terrible persons.

“Good, now give it to us.” Joochan ordered. You obliged knowing how you’d end up if you didn’t do as told.

“Hm, I guess you’re not so useless.” HeeYoung smirked, while you just frowned knowing better than to fight back.

“Anyway, we need to go, we have other things to do than to see your disgusting and pathetic face” They both laughed before going on their own way.

You only sighed once they were out of sight. You were sort of used to the constant harassment, but it still pained you to be treated so differently from your peers for no reason.

But today you quickly forgot about the incident with your bullies as you were actively looking forward to having a sleepover at your house with your boyfriend. It was going to be the highlight of your week if not the entire month. Your mind was filled with thoughts about what you were going to do once you’ll both be at your house, you had been planning this for a while now but have never gotten around to do it as there wasn’t always the time. But finally, it was going to happen and you were more than happy to spend more time than usual with him.

Finally the bell rang, and you were greeted with a smiling Riki at the door of your classroom. You hugged him right away before you went to your house.

The whole night passed quickly and you both wished it lasted forever, but you were starting to get tired and you decided to go to bed. Riki wasn’t as tired as you, so he decided to stay up a little bit more on his phone before joining you.

After half an hour, Riki started to get a bit bored by his phone, nothing interested him. So he chose to take a closer look at your room and what it hid. He knew it wasn’t the best thing to do, but he was seriously bored and you didn’t need to know anyways.

He looked around in hopes of finding something interesting. He was about to give up after a few minutes when he caught a glimpse of a notebook he had never seen before. He took it in his hand and sat on the ground, with a devilish smile forming on his face, wondering what secrets were you hiding from him. He opened it expecting juicy things and hoping you weren’t cheating on him or something. What he didn’t expect was to find pages and pages just filled with pure sadness, anger and despair concerning your bullies. He wans’t sure how to react to what he just read. He felt so sad and angry at the fact that you had to suffer so much for so long and you coyodn’t even tell a soul about what you were living. He felt so angry at Joochan and Heeyoung for making you suffer. And he wanted to make them suffer 10 times as much as they did to you. He wanted them to be gone just as much as you did, expect that he would get rid of them for you. He knew you were too kind-hearted to kill anybody for anyone, but it wasn’t his case, he loved you too much and he was going to kill your bullies for you, it felt as if it was an obligation he had you. And plus, it wasn’t like it was his first time killing someone for you.

He went to sleep feeling rage, he wanted to talk to you about it first before taking action.

You woke up, feeling good but tired. Riki as more silent thank usual, and he looked concerned for reasons unknown to you at the moment. It was when you both finished eating breakfast that you decided to ask him what was up.

“Tell me, are you being bullied?” He asked, concern and worry oozing out of him. You were taken aback. How did he find out? But it didn’t take you long before realising that he probably found your journal and read what was inside.

“Did you.. Read my journal?” You asked feeling worried about what would happen with your bullies but still relieved that it wasn’t completely a secret anymore. He nodded, he reassured you and comforted you, he told you that he’ll always be by your side no matter what.

“Don’t worry about those bullies anymore, I will take care of them and you will ever have to worry about them anymore.” He said those words to you as you were crying out of relief.

You both went to school, and you were hopeful that soon, your hell was going to end.

Riki didn’t pay much attention to class, he instead scribbled plans to get rid of your bullies quickly and effectively without any trace left. By the end of the day he came up with a superb plan to get rid of them. He chose to invite them over to his house, they probably wouldn’t refuse as Riki was quite popular and from there, they’ll take a night walk and kill them in a near alley that he frequently used to kill other people.

As soon as the bell for lunch rang, he made his way onto your bullies before they could reach you and invited them over after school. They happily accepted, and he went on his day until it was finally time for him to go home. He brought them over to his home and he took them on a walk as planned. He cornered them in the dark and secluded alley before talking.

“So why did you think it was a good idea to bully my girlfriend, huh?” His eyes darkening as he spoke.

“Well I hope you regret ever laying your eyes on them, because even if you didn’t, I’m going to make you.” He chuckled before shooting them both in the head and in the chest. He always chose this specific place because there was a working incinerator that was previously used by an abandoned factory. He used it to burn the bodies, and so he did exactly just that, before going home happily.

3 days later, Riki happily skipped over to you, he announced that your bullies were now gone forever. You were happy not understanding how they were gone. You went to your class, and your happiness was quickly shut down when you heard that Joochan and Heeyoung were reported missing. You were now worried. How did Riki find out before anyone else? When school ended, you went and asked the questions that you had to Riki.

“How did you know that they were gone, forever?!” You asked worried, thinking about the worse.

“Don’t worry about it” He assured you, he didn’t feel remorse whatsoever, he felt as if what he did was necessary and you should feel thankful, but he knew that you might find it weird at first so he tried to keep it to himself a little.

“Did you kill them or something?” You joke with still an ounce of worry present in your voice.

“Well yeah, but it’s because they were bothering you” He said casually. You were bewildered by his confession.

“Whatー You did what? Are you serious?” You asked chuckling but getting seriously scared.

“I’m serious. I killed them 3 days ago, the next day I found out I took action. Now they won’t be here to bother you anymore!” He seemed so proud and happy, but you were absolutely mortified and you wanted to run away and tell the police. But you knew that it wasn’t a good idea, you knew he killed two people, what if he killed other people in the past? What if he killed you? He was crazy and it was better for you to accept whatever he was going say before doing anything risky. But Riki wasn’t dumb, he saw your face and knew what you were thinking about.

“I know what you’re thinking about. But just so you know, you better not tell anyone or do anything about it. It’s better for the both of us.” He came closer to you and hugged you.

“And plus, you should be grateful. I did it because I love you.”

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Lucci x fem! reader x Kaku – (reader with DF powers) N/SFW

Whew, well, here it is as promised. I know it's not perfect, but I like it and this is a S/i fic that's going to be tied into a fic I'm working on atm, but for now, enjoy this sinful spicy fic💕

OP belongs to Eiichiro Oda

The Mind-Mind fruit belongs to me

Note: I haven't proofread this, so ignore any mistakes.

You had fallen for both Lucci and Kaku and they had fallen for you. They were more than happy to share you. The relationship worked like a well-oiled machine; it was honestly the best relationship you’d ever been in. Being a member of CP0 wasn’t the easiest job, but at least you came home to them every night and got to spend all your time with them, you know, being on the same guard duty and missions together. Today, however, you all were off duty, as Saint Charlos was recovering from the recent injuries he had received from Mjosgard during the whole Levely disaster. To be frank, you thought it was well deserved and wished it had been you inflicting pain on him. You couldn’t stand that creep and you made it known to Lucci and Kaku nearly every day. Saint Charlos had a very bad habit of running his grimy hand over your backside every chance he could get. Off duty, you were fuming to Kaku and Lucci that if he tried that one more time, you’d break every bone in his nasty little hand and use your powers to justify it as a mere accident. Although they weren’t happy about it, they both agreed that you should just over look the matter and that it wasn’t worth risking your life over something Lucci said was “trivial” and ordered you to “hold your tongue when in public.” You sat on a plush sofa watching them as they sat at a giant, luxe wooden table, they both had paperwork from a recent mission to catch up on, thankfully you had already finished yours. The scratching of pens on paper echoed through the spacious office. You let out a bored sigh as you crossed your legs and rested your palm on your cheek. You gazed off into nothing as you imagined having them both taking you right now without restraint. A thought crossed your mind and you grinned mischievously. You were going to get their attention, making a game out of it to see how much they could take before giving into you. You had a very rare, practically unknown devil fruit power, which was only told in legends, or so they say, but no one really knows due to its unique ability. You were the current and only known user of the Mind-Mind fruit since the times of Joyboy. The fruit gave you power to be nearly invincible, if used properly. It gave you the ability to read and mold minds to your will, making your targets feel and see what you wanted them to, along with creating barriers and weapons with psychic energy, telepathy, and other psychic abilities. You didn’t like them knowing when you would use your devil fruit power on them, so, you decided to be subtle about it and plant lewd thoughts into their unsuspecting minds. Your smile twisted deviously as you began the assault. You planted the idea of them both taking you on the table, paperwork being scattered all over the room. You grinned devilishly. Kaku cleared his throat, his cheeks and nose tinted with a deep red blush as he loosened his tie, you could tell that he was coming undone. His attention was now fully on you. You giggled to yourself as your plan was taking form. Lucci, however, merely shifted in his chair and continued scribbling down details on his report. Your face contorted into a pout. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, placing his pen down, “If you insist on playing games, I have a better one we could play.” he growled with a dastardly smirk. The two of them made their way towards you, but you found the perfect moment to flee to the bedroom. They chased after you, cornering you into submission. Lucci had slipped in front of you and Kaku behind you, you couldn’t escape, well, like you ever wanted too anyway. Lucci grabbed your wrists, a dark lust glimmering in his eye, you tried to back up, only to find yourself grinding on Kaku. He let out a soft moan as the curves of your ass rubbed against his already hard member. “Aren’t you a naughty girl. You got me so turned on and you haven’t even touched me yet. Using your powers on us too, what shall we do with you?” he moaned, breathing hotly in your ear. “Yes, what ever shall we do with you? Look what you’ve done to poor Kaku.” Kaku shoved you

forward with his body, pressing you against Lucci, your breasts smashed against his chiseled body, faces almost touching. His lips ghosted over yours, not touching, as he whispered “Such a needy slut.” You could feel his member hardening on your stomach. You whimpered. You needed them to do something, anything, your body was on fire with lust. Lucci’s eyes narrowed as he finally gave you what you wanted, what you desperately needed. His lips crashed into yours roughly, his tongue begging for entrance. Kaku began kissing your neck, hands roaming up your short, tight white dress. His hand running over your strappy backless black panties. “Oooh, my, my, what do we have here?” his voice dripping with desire. He flipped you around to face him as he kissed you and pulled your dress off, Lucci, grabbing it, threw it across the room. “Matching set” he grinned “We haven’t seen these before. When did you pick these up?” He kissed your neck trailing down to your breast as he palmed them through the strappy black fabric. Lucci suddenly smacked your luscious ass causing a jiggle to ripple up to your full breasts. “God, you’re perfect” Kaku whimpered, “but these have to come off.” “Agreed” Lucci said, ripping off your bra and panties. You gasped at the swift action, feeling vulnerable, yet still feeling like you had the upper hand…. for now, at least. “Now, how is this fair? I’m the only one undressed here.” you teased in a sultry voice as you pulled at Kaku’s tie, unknotting it and letting it drop to the floor. “Well, you’re not wrong. It is a bit unfair.” he said in a sexy tone and he helped you undress him. You knew better than to think Lucci would let you strip him like you were doing to Kaku, he was the dominant one in the relationship, he did things by his rules, which meant he was in charge of the situation at all times. You crouched down as you unbuckled Kaku’s belt and unzipped his pants. Lucci watched your every movement with lust filled eyes like a predator stalking its prey. Kaku’s cock sprang free from its fabric confines and swung upward. You licked your lips at the sight as he stepped out of his pants, now completely nude. You looked up at him, eyes taking in his lean, muscular physique. You took his cock in your hand and started pumping it lightly. He moaned, precum dripping from his swollen tip. You used your devil fruit power on Lucci to read his mind, since he was being so stoic. You knew him well enough by now that his patience was running thin. He needed your attention and he needed it now. You peeked into his mind and felt his urgency to take you now, not even wanting to give Kaku a chance to take you too. You decided now would be the time to have Kaku lie back and watch momentarily while you shifted your attention to Lucci. “Kaku, my love, why don’t you lie down and stroke yourself for me.” You said with a lick to Kaku’s cock, tasting his precum on your tongue. He moaned breathlessly and obeyed you, making his way to the bed. Kaku stretched out on the bed, stroking his cock, eyes glazed with lust. You turned to face Lucci, his eyes were wild with relentless lust, he smashed his lips into yours, nearly bruising yours. Lucci smirked in his kiss, hands gripping every inch of your luscious curves he could reach, all the while slowly pushing you toward the bed. You felt the back of your knees hit the soft mattress, forcing you to a sitting position. Lucci grinned deviously and started unbuttoning his pants. His bulge twitching behind its luxurious fabric cage. Finally, his weeping cock, freed from its restraint, was facing you. You let out a slight gasp at the sheer size while unconsciously licking your lips. He smirked and rubbed the head of his cock against your lips, begging for entrance. You swirled your tongue around his tip teasingly, kissing it before licking up his length. You began taking him in your mouth slowly, but as you did, he snaked his hand into your hair and forced himself deep in your throat. Gagging, you took it, as tears and drool dripped from your face. You felt weight shifting on the bed.

'Hey, don't forget about me, now' Kaku said in a sultry tone as he sat on his calves behind you, hands trailing from your hips to your breasts, kneading and pinching your nipples. His hard member pressing against your back. 'Can't let Lucci have all the fun' he chuckles. You moaned onto Lucci's cock, the vibrations causing him to lose his composure slightly and grunt. Kaku's hands wandered down your body to your slick folds. 'Already so wet for us' he teased as he kissed your neck, inserting a finger into your wet heat. You moaned and rocked your hips onto Kaku's skillful hand. Lucci ceased the rough assault on your throat and pulled out his cock, precum and spit intertwined leaving a small trail from his tip to your lips. His eyes darkened like an animal cornering its prey, ready to attack. He licked his lips in the most sinful way, 'Let's see if your cunt feels as good as your throat.' Kaku still prodding deeply into your core slipped a finger into your ass. You yelped in unexpected pleasure as he began to loosen up your tight hole. He removed his skillful fingers from your orifices and stretched back out on the bed, this time leading you with him. You straddled him with your front facing Lucci. Kaku guided you down on his long, thick, smooth cock. You let out a tense moan as he slowly guided your hips deeper onto his cock. He bottomed out and pulled you back against his chest, giving you time to adjust to him. 'Such a good girl, taking all of me like that. You feel so, soooo good and tight. I could stay like this forever'. He moaned as he kissed your neck, showing you a tender, sweet side you'd ever rarely ever get from Lucci. Without warning Lucci slammed his thick cock into your tight, sopping pussy. You moaned loudly, never feeling so full. Kaku rocked his hips, thrusting into you at a steady pace, Lucci, on the other hand, pounded into you hard and deep, without restraint. 'Such a good little slut. Take it all.' he commanded in a lusty tone through gritted teeth. You felt a knot of pleasure taking hold of you, ready to snap at any moment. The feeling of both cocks in you, thrusting and hitting all the right spots, was divine. You threw your head back with a loud moan as you gripped around the two men, your cum coating Lucci's, still pounding, cock and dripping down to on Kaku's. 'Fuck' Kaku moaned 'I don't know how much longer I can last with you getting tighter like that'. His thrust grew sloppy and needy. Lucci grinned dastardly as he fucked through your first orgasm. 'Surely you have more in you' his thrusts never wavering. Kaku's hips began to stutter as he thrusted deep into you. You felt his cock twitch as he moaned and filled you up with his hot cum, painting your insides white. Panting, he lifted you off his cock and laid to the side, catching his breath, sweat glistening over his chiseled chest and abs. Lucci's hips snapped into yours at an almost animalistic pace. His eyes fixed on you, like a predator ready to devour his prey, pupils blown out wide. His pace began to falter as you felt his cock hit your cervix. You tightened around him again, coating his cock with your glistening fluids. His head fell back as he reached his sweet release, filling you up to the brim with hot, sticky cum. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair as he caught his breath, 'Don't think we're finished with you yet, the game has just begun.' he leaned down whispering in your ear in a seductive tone, pecking your cheek as he did. Kaku leaned up placing a kiss on your neck. 'We're not done yet, not by a long shot, my sweet giraffe.'

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